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mikeandikeschmidt · 7 months

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Once Upon a Time

Mike Schmidt x babysitter!f!reader

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Summary: Like all other imagines go, ever since Mike hired you as Abby’s babysitter, you’ve made their life so much more fun. Today’s fun? Playing fairy tales with Abby. Mike thinks it’s hilarious until he’s suddenly brought into production…

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There was a satisfying ‘click’ when Mike turned the key. With one little shove, the door was open and he could breathe again. Another rough shift at work, but he was so grateful to be home. Where he could relax and just unwind…

And then he heard giggling. And he had the sinking feeling this was not going to be an “unwind” kind of day. What kind of mischief was Abby getting into now? Although, he much preferred hearing her laughter over the silence he used to get. Ever since he hired that new babysitter, Abby’s brightened up a lot. So, despite the drowsy drooping over his shoulders, he smiled as he shut the door behind him.

“Hey, I’m home!” He called out.

“We’re in here!” Your voice replied, making his smile twitch just a bit wider without him meaning to. You were such a saint. After what happened with the last babysitter, he thought he wouldn’t find another half as good, but you surpassed any and all expectation. Once he got the ball rolling better with work, he’d pay you. Soon.

“What on earth…” Mike’s voice trailed off when he saw what was going on in Abby’s room.

Lights were strung about, a great big fort connected to the ceiling and strung down like a canopy. With the use of cardboard, paper, and markers, the fort was surrounded by fake towers and what he assumed was a moat. And under the strung-up blankets were two familiar faces with paper crowns.

“We’re playing fairy tales,” You quickly explained, feeling the urge to take off the crown. You hadn’t felt self-conscious when it was just you and Abby, but when a cute guy looks at you? That’s a whole different thing. The embarrassment only worsened when you saw him stifle a laugh. Crap, what could he be thinking right now?

If only you knew that he thought you both made the cutest sight he'd ever seen.

"If we're going to do Snow White, we need an apple." Abby turned to you, refusing to let Mike ruin your fun together. She was not done playing. In fact, seeing the two of you looking at each other gave her a little idea...

"I'll go get the apple." You stepped over the cardboard towers and paper moat to head to the kitchen, "I'll be in the kitchen."

"Right behind ya," Mike added as he shrugged off his jacket.

You quickly took the crown off and set it down before going to the counter. You rummaged through the bowl of fruit, going past bananas and pears to find what you wanted.

Mike pulled out a Gatorade from the fridge, "Heh, thanks again for this. You have no idea what a difference you've made to Abby."

"Oh it's nothing. She's a lot of fun." You reassured him.

"I promise I'll pay you as soon as my check comes in, this isn't going to be the usual. You know, if, uh, you still want to continue this. I get it if you don't. You're not obligated to keep coming..." He was rambling now. He hadn't gotten like this since high school. Sheesh, what was going on with him? He reached up and adjusted his shirt's collar. It was getting warm in here all of a sudden.

"Mike, stop. You're completely fine. I'm happy to be here. After all, what are neighbors for?"

He shrugged. He'd just gotten so used to you being here, so quick. You fit right in. Looking back on it, the house used to feel so empty. Abby used to go to her room and just draw by herself. Mike would go to bed early or watch a couple shows on TV. Now, there was so much light and laughter brought in. He barely recognized his life anymore. He really hoped this was a sign for better days.

"Ah! Here we are, a classic red apple. I better not keep the princess waiting." You teased and started heading back to Abby's room, with a little skip in your step. But to your surprise, upon entering in, you saw Abby wearing her darkest purple blanket over her head like a cloak.

"I don't remember Snow wearing anything that dark."

"I'm not going to be Snow, you are." Abby told you and hurried to take the apple from you, "I got to be the princess the last two times. It's your turn."

You hadn't realized you were taking turns but okay.

"Where is your crown?" Abby squinted at you and made a face, "Mikeee! (Y/n) needs her crownnn!"

"Where is it?" He hollered from the other room.

"I left it on the counter!" You rose your voice, trying not to laugh. What has your life become? You felt like a Mom or something. And hey, you kind of liked it. Even though this wasn't your blood family or anything, you'd gotten real close with Mike and Abby. You just felt so comfortable with them.

Mike came back and briefly held up the crown, "Alright, where's the princess?"

Your face reddened and you sheepishly held up your hand, "Here."

He nodded and strolled over, briefly standing on his tip-toes to set it dramatically over your head, earning giggles from his sister. But just before he went to leave, Abby grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Don't go yet, I want you to watch!"

"Watch?" You echoed and your heart dropped to your stomach. Yeah, you were doing this for the kid, but you felt so shy playing pretend in front of Mike.

"Oh, alright, I'd be happy to watch." To your horror, Mike plopped down into the chair by Abby's desk and folded his arms. A big smile on his face.

Your eye twitched at the cocky little gesture. Oh, he was loving this, wasn't he? You didn't know if that was better or worse. But you tried to put it out of your mind when Abby got into character. She came up in her makeshift cloak,

"The evil witch approaches and knocks on Snow White's door..." Abby narrated before knocking on one of the blankets, pretending there was a thudding sound.

You stepped inside the fort then immediately poked your head out, forcing your gaze on Abby instead of Mike's amused face in the corner, "Hello?"

"Hello, young lady..." Abby ironically croaked, despite being many years younger than you, "I am giving out free apples. Would you like one?"

You heard muffled laughter again. Well, you weren't going to let him get to you. If he was going to pay you someday, you were going to earn every penny. He wanted a performance? Alright, here we go.

"Oh, how lovely! Of course!" You reached for it and held it to your mouth before taking a big bite.

"Muahaha! My plan is all coming together!" Abby rubbed her hands together and burst into a fit of mischievous giggles—that sounded a little too convincing for half a second.

"Oh no! I feel strange!" You held a hand to your head then spun around before making a dramatic 'fall' back onto the floor, bending your knees at the right second so the impact wouldn't be so bad. Besides, there were so many scattered pillows around, it wasn't harsh at all.

"Oh, bravo! Great job." Mike chuckled and clapped before starting to get up from his seat.

"Hey! The story isn't over!" Abby pointed a finger at him, "This part is important! I need your help!"

"Wait, what?"

"Snow White needs a handsome prince to wake her up." Abby explained and took off the cloak. She reached to the side for the crown she had made for herself, and handed it to Mike, "Your turn."

You had been pretending to be asleep but now your eyes were wide open. You started to sit up, "Oh, Abby, that's not necessary--"

Ohh it suddenly wasn’t so funny anymore. Was it, Mike? “Yeah, I'm really not an actor. You guys have fun, I'll just prepare dinner..."

But Abby wasn’t having it. She pointed to you first, “No! You! Lay back down! And you! Prince!”

Mike blinked down at his sister, but…apparently he didn’t have the strength to turn her down. He sighed and put the crown on his head. You honestly couldn’t believe it.

You slowly lowered back to the ground and closed your eyes. Not like you weren’t kind of hoping for a kiss from Mike one of these days, but you couldn’t say this is the way you expected to have your first one.

It certainly wasn’t the way Mike planned it, either. He had expected he’d finally get up the courage to ask you on a date. After he’d gotten around to paying you and proved he was in a better situation. But as soon as Abby found out of his crush on you, she had to push this to go a little quicker. He just had to hope he didn’t die of embarrassment in the process.

Abby took off her cloak and let out a gasp, “Oh no! My friend, Snow White is hurt! Help! Help! Prince Charming, come help!”

Mike sighed and walked over, “What’s wrong?”

“The princess has been poisoned! She needs true love’s kiss to wake her up!” Abby held her hands together and looked up at him with expectation.

“Abby, you really don’t expect me to—“ But the look she gave him told him she was serious. Was this really happening? Why didn’t he have the courage to tell her no?

He got down on his knees and looked over your features. He couldn’t tell but you were just as panicked about this. Your heart was pounding like crazy. What was he going to do? Maybe he’d kiss your forehead or your cheek. Something light just to say he did it. But no. When Mike lowered himself near to you, you were surprised by the touch of his lips. The soft scratch of his stubble. His breath was warm on your skin and made your heart flutter. This wasn’t the way you both had planned it, but it was a beautiful first kiss together.

Of course you both didn’t go crazy, Abby was right there, but it was a lingering kiss. Soft and sweet. Mike was surprisingly gentle. But just before you both could get used to it…

“Yay! The princess is saved!” Abby threw up her hands and giggled.

You both broke apart and nervously chuckled at the same time. You decided to speak first before it got awkward.

“Thank you so much for saving me!”

“Of course.” Mike dutifully bowed his head like a prince would, briefly licking his lips.

“Now the prince carries Snow White off into happily ever after!” Abby beamed.

“Heh, alright. Right this way, princess.” Mike gently scooped you up into his arms and rose to his feet with no issue. Wow, he was strong…

“Off to happily ever after?” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Off to the spaghetti and meatballs I’m making for dinner.” He replied.

You held a hand to your chest and laughed heartily, “Oh, my hero!”

The end.

#mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt fanfiction #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #fnaf fanfiction #mike schmidt imagine #Mike schmidt one-shot #mike and Abby Schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #Mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x y/n

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cocoacowsippycup · 7 months

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wut are the tadc characters that you headcanon as age regressors age ranges? :D

HI! My headcanons have changed a bit so here’s all of them currently!

I’ll go from left to right!

🎪Pomni: Regressor! Normally in the 2-5 age range, super sweet and normally nonverbal or babbles. She loves to watch cartoons or play with sensory items like rattles or crinkly plushies. She loves to help out the CGs with chores and cooking, but usually they give her the easy tasks like putting veggies in the pot or picking up the toys around the circus so she doesn’t get hurt.

🎀Ragatha: Caregiver! She is normally Pomni’s CG but will assist with other littles if need be! She’s a fun mama but stern with rules. She usually it the one to make sure when someone regresses that they’re fed, drink water, bathe, brush their teeth and get to bed at bedtime. While they don’t need to do any of this in the Digital Circus it helps calm distressed kiddos with a familiar routine.

🎳Jax: Regressor/Big Brother! He goes anywhere from 4-10 and is super bratty, but he will help out with the smaller kiddos if he feels like it. (He’s also a sleep regressor and usually is 2-5 when he’s tired, that’s when he becomes a little angel) He says he won’t help any of the CGs with fussy Kiddos when he’s big but sometimes for no reason the kiddos will suddenly have a lollipop or a refilled bottle of juice when no one is looking 🤫

🎉Zooble: Babysitter! They will bounce around littles depending on who needs the most attention and care, usually ends up with her either wrestling something dangerous out of Jax’s hands or comforting one of the kids when they’re sad. They’re very good at that. Zooble likes to set up and play games with the kids and give out small rewards when they win and is very much the “cool older sister” to them.

♟️Kinger: Flip (CG leaning/trauma regressor)! Anywhere from 0-4, he mostly spends his time in his pillow fort when small and spends a lot of time either crying or learning about and drawing bugs!. He needs a lot of attention when small and has abandonment issues ( Queenie used to be his caregiver :[ ) When he’s big though he’s Gangles main caregiver! He is a very kooky CG and always knows how to make Gangle giggle.

🎭Gangle: Flip (Reg leaning)! She usually is 2-6 years old and is a huge crybaby, but not in a bad way. Shes definitely super shy and would prefer to play with her stuffies rather than the other regressors. When she’s big she usually bounces around all the Regressors and takes care of them when they’re not feeling well. She has a kind of delicate touch that none of the other CGs have and is the best at lulling the kiddos to sleep with a bottle, soft lullaby, and lots of pets.

Lots of word jargon but I love all of them so much, thanks for letting me talk about them 💕🌈

#agere #sfw agere #age regression #agere art #sfw age regression #fandom agere #tadc agere #the amazing digital circus agere #agere headcanons

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eepywriters · 5 months

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I LOVED YOUR MESSAGES WITH QUACKITY ❤️❤️❤️

please do getting into an agrument with quackity headcanons please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😙😙🫣‼️💕💕🩷🩷

.✦°. • getting into an argument hcs (*´Д｀*)

warnings: a bit of angst and maybe a bit ooc? I tried 😞🤚🏻

a/n: HIII!! THANK U SO MUCH! It means a lot :D and sorry if it took so long ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ finals kicked my ass so I couldn’t write for a while BUT IM HERE SO LET’S GET INTO IT

EARLY INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

(thinking of a young, little experienced Alex)

Oh it’s jover

This could actually be something that could cause a breakup cuz let me tell you THIS MAN just can’t stand confrontation

If it’s something that bugged you, he’d probably understand your point of view but would also be very overwhelmed at the thought of losing you cause he hasn’t been good enough for you, resulting in him hyper focusing on his spiraling thoughts rather than listening to what you are saying

I feel like he’d also be the type to act like nothing happened right after an argument; he’d ignore the tense situation and make jokes to light up the mood and forget about it. He’s not dense, he knows it hurts you to see him seemingly ignore your feelings like that, but he’s not used to being listened so he ends up making his partner go trough his predicament as well

BUT it’s even worse if it’s something that bugged HIM; he probably wouldn’t tell you about it, much preferring to suck it up and don’t cause problems, even though he IS creating more problems

the underlying tension caused by his silence would bring the relationship to a breaking point:

1 you break up and the regret eats him up (probably also wouldn’t reach out again because of shame and a tiny bit of ego)

2 you talk about it cause it can’t go on like this

When I talk about bugging tho, I’m thinking about things that don’t surge an immediate reaction from him, because if he’s mad, he’s mad.

He’s the venomous type, forget his silence and self pity, he’ll probably laugh in your face in irritation and say whatever the fuck he thinks

He’ll retreat to his office as soon as he sees the hurt in your face, understanding he went to far and going back to he’s usual silence, ending up giving you the silence treatment. (he also feels incredibly ashamed) (he’ll just stay in his office all day, editing mindlessly since his mind is anywhere but in the work he’s doing)

He’ll either leave you alone in bed that day, making you sulk and feel as lonely as ever, or will sleep with you but it’ll be the coldest shit ever (like the typical movie scene where two people sleep super afar from each other)

Don’t misunderstand tho, he does feel guilty, he just struggles with communicating his feelings properly (*´ー｀*)

“(Name) I’m not a child, stop acting like you are my fucking mom” he spat, a look of indignation spreading on his features, shaping his otherwise gentle appearance into a strong, furious one.

“Cant you understand that I’m worried about you?” you strike back, jaw impossibly tightened “I understand that you’re very dedicated to your job, but you can’t get yourself to this state.” You sigh, not able to keep up the mad act: “You look very tired Alex”.

You take a tentative step towards him, determined to show him you weren’t scolding him, nor were you mad at him. You were trying to establish contact with him, not start a fight, after all your irritation came from worry, not anger. But he didn’t receive that well. His brows scrunching even further while his mouth twitches downwards.

“Stop acting like I’m some fucking rabid animal. I can take care of myself just fine, I don’t need a fucking babysitter”.

Seems that wasn’t the right move.

The way he was saying your name was probably what hurt the most. You find yourself missing the gentle tone he usually reserved to it when spoken.

“What are you even saying?” you breathe out, your voice being so fragile you almost don’t recognize it as your own. “Do you hear what you are saying? You are being impossible Alex”.

At this point his foot is stomping nervously on the floor. He’s getting annoyed by the minute and he can’t wait to forget about this tense situation. Arguments always put him on edge, but instead of working on the root cause of his discomfort, he always had preferred to just get himself out of the mess as soon as possible. (He hadn’t yet grasped how much that could hurt others). And that’s why, out of everything he could’ve gone, he replied with the one of the most uncalled for things he could ever come up with.

“Maybe instead of worrying about me, you should take a good look at yourself first”.

And you know what he was trying to entail.

You were never insecure of your dark circles, or at least, it wasn’t something that bugged you on the daily ever since you had found a common ground with Alex, knowing he struggled with very prominent circles cause of his lack of sleep. But for someone like him, who always had a hard time with his appearance, to clap back at you by going for your looks? Foul. Unexpected. Not like him at all.

You were sure he could tell from the look of disbelief on your face that he had fucked up.

Alex’s breathing keeps up, his chest constricts, and the anger and the pride that he has wearing like a tailored suit are stripped out of him at the sight of your frown. His mind goes haywire trying to come up with any response.

Maybe if you would’ve known him better by then, you would’ve known how terrified he was of your judgment. Even though his fame often had him deal with horrible comments filled with free hate, if judgement came from you, it scarred 100 times more than anything could ever do.

“Just leave it be, I’m fine” it’s all he mutters before booking it and hiding himself in his office, leaving you to stand there, in the middle of your living room.

Tears prickle your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment and your lip begs you for mercy as you bite into it.

God, why was communicating so difficult in this house?

LONG INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

It took time, it took healing, it took sitting down and TALKING to finally find your balance

He’s still pretty much venomous when it comes to immediate triggers, but after you are both done fighting and cursing each other out, you talk about it and come out of it somewhat unscathed

Anger isn’t easy to control or refrain after all, but you both try your best, and you are able to make up most of the times without falling into old dynamics of silent treatment or isolation

If something bugs him, he most likely will tell you; he is hesitant about it, but after many nights spent in your arms, he starts to let go on some of his biggest worries (anxiety still gnaws at his core every time he opens his mouth though, that doesn’t get old at all)

If something bugs you, he doesn’t shy away from confrontation anymore; he’s not perfect at it either, he still feels the urge to run away and laugh about it all, but he’s gotten way better at it

He’s still very scared of you having a negative opinion about him, but now you know him well enough to spend some extra time to reassure him that you won’t stop loving him for a petty fight, and that arguments in relationship are important to grow not only as a couple, but as people too

“(Name)” he calls out, and you instantly recognize the hint of anxiety that he’s trying to hide from you.

“Yes honey?” you reply, taking your eyes off your phone to stare into his pretty, brown ones. They screamed stress, fear, yet also determination. He did so much progress compared to the beginnings of your relationship. You were proud of him.

Alex took a deep breath before saying: “Uhm, It’s about the photo of us you posted earlier”. You could practically smell the tension in the air. His body is stiff, his chest is heaving, but your gaze is captured by his fingers and by how his nails are digging into them continuously, tearing his already red skin.

You take his hands in yours, preventing him from doing further damage to his poor, abused fingers. You knew he does it as a way to ground himself, but he really needed to find a new coping method - one that didn’t feature him torturing his body if possible.

He stares at his hands in yours for a while. You don’t say anything, allowing him to take his time.

“Okay fuck it” Alex whispers under his breath, so quietly you almost miss it.

“It makes me feel insecure, I don’t like it” he admits, keeping his focus on your hands as he munches his bottom lip nervously. You, in response, draw slow circles on his hands, offering him a gentle smile.

“Can you delete it..?” he sounds unsure, like he’s testing the waters instead of actually making a request. Either way you welcome it.

You put one of your fingers under his chin, gently applying pressure for him to lift his head, just enough to look at you. “Of course I can. Thank you for telling me Alex, I know it’s hard”. His once tense body relaxes.

He avoids your tender gaze, seemingly preferring to stare at the floor, yet you see the soft blush that was quickly taking over his cheeks. You also can’t help but notice that he already had found his charming smile back.

“Stop looking at me like that” he mumbles as his smile spreads. Uh oh, that can only mean trouble.

“Like what” your eyes narrow, not trusting his new found confidence.

“Like this”.

His imitation is pitiful: furrowed eyebrows, small frown and large puppy dog eyes. The more you look at him, the more he reminds you of that one emo guy that kind of looks like him (he definitely does). He looks ridiculous. How did you even fall in love with this dude?

You slap his arm, scoffing out a laugh as you look at him incredulous: “I don’t look like that!”.

“I think you do” he says with a smug tone, one that makes you want to hit him with a pillow till he goes back to sleep. And maybe you just will.

“Oh it’s on you motherf-“

The room was filled with laughter instead of unconfortable, loud silence.

(first post of 2024 yippiee)

#quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fanfic #qsmp x reader #first request #yippie

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loveharlow · 1 year

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Hi!! Can I request Ajax x reader (gn or female whichever you prefer) where Ajax is upset with not winning the Poe cup and seeking comfort with us. Just general fluff and feel free to add and change anything!

Also I really like your work, and keep up the great work!

YOU'LL GET US NEXT TIME

PAIRING ‧₊˚ Ajax Petropolus x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS ‧₊˚ [1.4k] After losing to his girlfriend's team during the Poe Cup, Ajax isn't his usually oblivious, cheerful self. While the win may be a victory for Ophelia Hall, putting a smile on her boyfriends face is the only victory Y/N needs.

WARNING(S) ‧₊˚ swearing, fluff, sort of hurt/comfort, Xavier is a lil bit of a d!ck but it's all for plot I swear (we aren't Xavier haters here)

A/N ‧₊˚ I hope I did this justice and I hope you like it, anon.

˗ˏˋ ajax masterlist ˎˊ˗

THE WHOOPS AND CHEERS COULD BE HEARD FROM THE CROWD AS MY TEAM AND I HUDDLED IN EACH OTHERS ARMS, THE TROPHY IN THE MIDDLE OF US. There was a bright smile on my face as we jumped up and down, even Wednesday had a small smirk.

Basking in the afterglow of our win, my eyes scanned around for my boyfriend, wanting to playfully rub the victory in his face. We were competitive in nature, so we took no offense by the other’s gloating. I spotted him in what looked like a semi-heated exchange with Xavier from where I was standing.

I pushed my way through my team and told them I’d be right back before heading over in their direction. However, before I could make it within hearing distance of their group, Ajax was shaking his head and walking off, not before giving Xavier the finger.

A frown etched its way onto my face as I watched Ajax disappear up the hill, back to the main Nevermore grounds. “Jax!” I tried once, but he was much too far away to hear me, especially over the noise.

Instead of turning around, I made my way over to Xavier instead. Pulling on his shoulder to get him to turn around. He swiftly knocked his shoulder back, brushing off my touch with a scowl on his face.

“Woah. It’s just me-”

“What do you want?” He groaned. The hell is his problem? I thought to myself. Pinching my eyebrows together, I gave him just as much attitude as he gave me. You get what you give, right?

“I want to know why my boyfriend just left.”

“Why would I know?” He shot back.

“Because he was talking to you before he went stomping off like a child.” I retorted, growing aggravated with the boy in front of me. Xavier and I were friends., but that didn’t exclude me, nor Ajax or any of his friends, from his occasional temper tantrums. He was very…moody, for lack of better phrase.

“Because he is. And I’m not his babysitter, alright? So, you wanna know what’s wrong with Ajax? Ask him your damn self.” Was all he said, more like barked, at me before he disappeared into the crowd.

Leaving me alone, arms crossed and face scrunched in anger. I let out a puff of air and followed in Ajax’s trail up to Nevermore. “Asshole…” I mumbled.

REACHING THE BOY'S DORM, I SPOTTED EUGENE IN THE HALLS. “Eugene!” I called, the short, curly-haired boy turning to meet my eyes with a bright, kiddy smile. “Is Ajax in his dorm?”

“Um, he should be. I think I saw him come in. Can’t be too sure, though.” I nodded at him with a tight-lipped smile.

“Thanks.”

Continuing down the hall to where I remembered his room to be, I could hear music playing faintly and there were the shadows of footsteps pacing back and forth underneath the door frame. Standing directly in front of the door now, the music was much louder and I could hear the pacing, light thuds going from one side of the room to the other.

I knocked, moderately loud, waiting a few moments before knocking again — this time harder.

“I’m busy!” A voice called back. Ajax’s voice. I rolled my eyes and knocked again — longer this time, and much harder. “I said I’m busy!”

I let out a deep breath and groaned, throwing my head back. “Ajax, it’s me! Open the door!” I called as loud as I could, not worrying much to disturb the rest of the dorm considering most of them were outside still congratulating the winning team, my team.

Suddenly, the music was being turned down and the thudding footsteps were longer going side to side and instead, straight for the door. It was seconds before the knob was turning and the door was swinging open, quite aggressively might I add. No words were exchanged, just looks.

Ajax raised an impatient brow at me, a silent question of what I wanted or what I was doing here. I scoffed before rolling my eyes and dipping under his arm that was outstretched across the doorway to enter his room. I could hear him sigh behind me before the door shut.

I look around, as if I had never been in here, before turning back to face him and plopping on the bed — still adorned in my skin-tight catsuit and makeup that was still partially there.

Ajax stood in his original place by the door, the music still playing but at a reasonable volume this time. His arms were crossed as he looked at me — joker make-up long gone off of his face but he still had on the rest of his ensemble.

I simply crossed one leg over the other and smiled at him. “So…” I tried, putting on a playful tone to try and bring one out of him.

He shrugged his shoulders quickly and drew his lips into a thin line. “So?”

I sighed and let my shoulders deflate in defeat. “Ajax, what��s wrong? You didn’t even stay to congratulate me. I would have stayed for you.”

Then he was running a hand down his face in frustration. “Y/n, my team lost. Why would I stay? If you came here for a congratulations, then here — congratulations.” He snarked, throwing his hands out to the sides.

I stood up from his bed and walked over to stand in front of him, maybe a ruler of space between us now. “Okay, seriously, what is wrong with you? It’s just a game.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, to you, maybe.” He started, leaning down slightly to eye-level with me. “I was the reason my team lost. Do you know how bad that sucks?”

My neck reeled back slightly at his statement. “Ajax, what are you talking about? Your team lost because my team fucked with your boat. Simple as that. You had an advantage and we took it from you. That’s it.”

“Yeah, well, tell Xavier that.” I tilted my head in confusion. The anger was gone from his voice, replaced by regret and disappointment. “He said it was my fault we lost. That I took too long to get our flag.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. God, I love Xavier but he can be a real dick sometimes. “You know how he gets sometimes, Jax. Don’t listen to him.”

“It’s kind of hard not to when he’s fucking screaming in my ear.”

My arms went around his neck as I pecked his forehead. “You’re friends with a loveable douchebag. You should know this by now.” His arms encircled my waist, pulling me into him for comfort as he buried his face in my neck.

“I was so close to taking my hat off and stoning him.” He mumbled into my shoulder. I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me, walking him backwards to his bed as carefully as I could without being able to see it.

When the back of my knees hit the mattress, I let both of our bodies fall back into the cushioned surface. He was kind of heavy but it was nothing I wasn’t used to. I maneuvered us, with some of Ajax’s help, until I leaned against the headboard with him on top of me — head on my chest, arms around my hips as his legs spread around mine.

I rubbed the back of his neck and let him find comfort in my presence. “If it makes you feel any better,” I started in a low-tone, not wanting to break the moment. “Even if we hadn’t messed with your boat, Xavier would have cost you guys the win anyway. He was too focused on Wednesday to even row his paddles correctly. I looked over and he was rowing backwards.”

This elicited a laugh, vibrating from his chest and onto my lap. His embrace around me got tighter, just by a little bit. “How’d you know I was in here?” He mumbled.

I shrugged. “I saw you take off after we got the trophy. Asked Xavier where you went and he was being all pissy. I just guessed. I mean, where else would you go?”

“I was gonna come to you but I didn’t want to upset you. You looked happy. You won and you were celebrating, I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

Moving the hand that was stroking the back of his neck to hold his chin, I lifted his gaze to meet mine. I smiled sheepishly at him, making one equally as genuine appear on his own face. “Now, you’re happy too. That’s the only win I need.”

He laughed and buried his face into my stomach, tickling me. “Cheesy…” He said, muffled into my suit.

“Truthful.”

feedback is appreciated! thanks for reading.

©loveharlow

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starsurface · 3 months

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Pt 3/3 of the Babyspace Regressor Hcs!! :D

Some might be a bit out of character, but I don't like imagining Bi-Han as this mean, spiteful lover. Don't get me wrong, he isn't perfect and definitely needs to work through some issues, but he'd probably, eventually, realize that screaming at you for little things doesn't work in a relationship.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Bi-Han w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

❄️ He does adore you, even if he doesn't always tell you

❄️ Actually really likes baby regressors because he thinks they're less matiedence

❄️ Like, don't get him wrong, he'll love you no matter what headspace you regress to

❄️ But he doesn't have to chase a big kid around the house, or have to pick up after craft activities (which he'll still do because he loves you)

❄️ But he does prefer to just lay back and cuddle, maybe watch some cartoons if you want

❄️ . . . Unless you're an active regressor like Tomas, he's gotta keep on his toes!!

❄️ You were just sitting beside him, how on earth did you crawl all the way to the kitchen and start chewing on a fork in the minute he looked away??

❄️ You just giggle and show him your new fork friend, which he'll take away because he's a big meanie >:( (and he doesn't want metal in your mouth)

❄️ Is much more willing to buy you regression items than to buy himself stuff

❄️ Your his baby, of course he's going to spoil you

❄️ If you mention you like something, or look at it too long, expect it on your bed with a little note

❄️ No ifs or buts, he likes spoiling you and he's gonna do it >:(

❄️ Doesn't NOT like leaving you with others

❄ ️You're his baby!! He doesn't trust others to babysit you!!

❄️ Will also act like your the one dependent on him (no one believes him, he's just as clingy as you some days)

❄️ Although he gets really busy sometimes, so unfortunately you do need a babysitter (being the Grandmaster takes up a lot of his time unfortunately)

❄️ Tomas and Kuai Liang are his go to babysitters

❄️ ^ And surprisingly Raiden? He's very good with regressors, especially babyspace regressors

❄️ Favorite CG nicknames are Dada and Bi

❄️ Got super confused the first time you babbled in front of him and wondered if you were trying to tell him something important

❄️ ^ Don't worry, he got better over time

❄️ Babble encourager, but also gets so lost sometimes

❄️ Completely panicked the first time you needed something and all you could do was babble

❄️ Favorite nicknames for you are Snowflake, Sweetheart, Honey, and Little One

❄️ Doesn't really like going outside while your small

❄️ Not because he's embarrassed or ashamed of you (and he'll freeze anyone who dare thinks otherwise) but because it's easier to regress inside the comforts of your own rooms

❄️ Although if you wanna have a snow day . .

He won't say no

❄️ He'll take you outside, probably making you wear an outfit that you can barely move in, and will help you make a small snowman and snow angels

❄️ Usually he doesn't do PDA (massive cuddle bug behind closed doors though) but if your clingy out in public, he won't belittle you, that wouldn't be nice

❄️ You better believe you aren't leaving his side when your small

❄️ No Sir, he has a constant watch over you!!

❄️ What if you got hurt? Or crawled and touched something you shouldn't have? He can't chance it!!

❄️ Because of this, most times he'll carry you around on his hip or have you snuggle up to him

❄️ If you're super clingy, that's great!!

❄️ If you want a tiny bit more independence, just tell him and he'll change according to your preference

❄️ His favorite activity is cuddle time, where he can swaddle you and hold you for hours

❄️ But if you like playing a bit more, he can do tummy time

❄️ Would prefer you laying on him, but he guesses he can buy you a playmat 😒 (he'll look for the best one with little to no hesitation)

❄️ Finds it funny if you try to eat his nose, but will redirect you to a paci or chewie

❄️ If you ever regresser because of his anger issues or such, he'd feel so terrible

❄️ Tries his hardest to make it up too, he never meant to hurt you like that

❄️ Doesn't yell at you while you're small, but there have been a few close calls

❄️ Luckily, he's learnt a bit how to control his anger, and will instead give you the most nastiest ‘Knock it off’ glare if your being naughty on purpose

❄️ Although honestly, your so small and tiny, you rarely ever get the glare

❄️ How could he punish a baby for their crimes? You never meant to knock over your plate of food, he understands it was an accident

❄️ If you use diapers, he'll always make sure to have an extra box in his closet just in case

❄️ Another CG that's very sweet and comforting when it comes to diapers

❄️ Although warning, his fingers are really cold >:(

❄️ Actually, he's really cold in general

❄️ If you wanna cuddle him, you'll have to wear a few layers (a fuzzy onesie should be fine)

❄️ He'll also wrap you up in a few blankets before cuddling with you, just in case

❄️ While he does keep most of his intimidating persona (it's hard to drop, even around you) he does try to be more gentler because of how tiny you are

❄️ If you call him out for It, he'll pour and deny it, calling you silly

❄️ If someone else points it out, they're frozen on spot (Johnny almost missed his photo shoot because of it)

❄️ He'd use his powers to make you little snowflakes!!!

❄️ Like Rain, doesn't like using his powers for reasons he deems ‘silly’

❄️ But is also very prideful in his abilities, and adores showing them off

❄️ I just feel like he'd really like tapping your nose when you do something funky

❄️ Doesn't give much verbal praise, more kisses your temple and gives you a treat

❄️ If you want verbal praise though? Just tell him and he'll try his hardest

❄️ Man is usually a very tough and strict guy, but you melt his icy heart <3 (hehe)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I actually really like Bi-Han. Some people make him super mean (and I'm not saying he's not) but it gets intense sometimes. :(

Hope you enjoyed!! :D

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hermit-lover · 11 months

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Hellooo I’ve come again to ask for another request since yours are still open!! :)) I can’t remember if I wrote this already but I loved the platonic xisuma oneshot you wrote and was gonna ask for another one but this time X asking Boatem to babysit the reader for the day and the reader and Boatem Crew getting into lots of shenanigans!! : DD thank you and have a good day/night!!

-🪨

Boatem Babysitters

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Character: Boatem x Child!Reader

Type: Series blurb (3) (3.3k)

Theme: Fluff, platonic

Summary: When Xisuma is needed off-world, its up to Boatem to keep you safe and entertained. Lets just say their better at one aspect than other.

TW: Mentions of respawn mechanic, panic, jokes about kidnapping

A/N: Lovely to have you back 🪨 (Rock anon) :D. Boatem is not childproof at all, this is a horrible idea X, but some good shenanigans.

The sun was bright in the sky, hot rays basking your shoulders and cheeks. Squinting against the onslaught you toddled after your dad, following the familiar green armor. His hand tucked safely around yours. It always annoyed you that you couldn't feel all his skin this way, but the smooth cold press of the armor was welcome in the heat.

"You remember what I told you?" Dad asks suddenly, pausing before a strange splay of houses, with a pole of boats going into a large hole. The houses were mismatched but somehow felt woven together. The start to a large-chair? of rocks, what seems to be a mountain range, a factory? and a couple of homey looking houses. The scenery almost completely distracted you from the question, but you managed a response.

"Course!" You chirp back, eager to run around this new territory and touch EVERYTHING. A stern but gentle squeeze of your hand reminds you where you should be focusing.

"Can you repeat it?" He asks, quirking an eyebrow underneath his purple tinted visor. You've always wanted to try on his helmet, but he says its to delicate to play with. You sigh, dramatically.

"Behave, follow any orders they give, don't run away, don't eat food off the ground, and avoid nighttime and dark spaces." You recall the words he had engrained into you from the moment you had started getting other babysitters. Speaking of, the prospect of seeing the funny cat man, the bird, and the mustache man excited you. They had never babysat before!!! Maybe you could get away with not following some rules! Papa K was always quite strict when it came to enforcing things. Dad sighs, letting some tension drop from his shoulders and letting go of your hand.

"Good now-" He's cut of by the sound of rockets, and his head turns to follow the sound. Excitement rushes through you suddenly, and you cant hell but crane your neck to look for the source. A black blur swoops down, and lands clumsily onto the grass. Straightening out almost as if flustered.

"Sorry if I'm late! I got really into building and-" Its the mustache man!!! His posh accent contrasts dads own, and he sounds so fancy- paired with his suit- you want to have a tea party with him!!

"Your alright." Dad assures, "I was just going over the rules." He nudges you gently towards the mustache man. "Kiddo, this is Mumbo, Mumbo this is my kid."

Mumbo- but you prefer mustache, nearly stumbles over himself to offer you a handshake. Sort of silly, you think, because kids don't do handshakes, but it makes you feel special. His fingers are long, and very gentle and he shakes your hand softly. Theres a weird red stain on his palm, and when he pulls away you realize theres some on your own hand. Curiously, you sniff it- then sneeze harshly as dust infiltrates your nose.

"Ah- sorry!" He's wiping his hands down the front of his jacket now, smearing the red dust onto the black suit coat. You giggle at his antics. He flushes. "I-um Impulse and Grian should be here soon." He informs both you and Dad, but the words are instantly lost on you.

"What's your base?" You ask, tilting your head and trying your best to coax him with puppy eyes. Mumbo crumbles immediately.

"Uh well-" He turns to point at a weird...tree Gollum? Holding a van? "Thats my starter base- the tree is called Tereesa." That pulls a giggle from you. Tereesa- like tree- a smart name. He smiles, eyes crinkling and creating a sort of sparkle you enjoy. "-And that's the beginning to my mega base!" He's pointing to the big weird chair, but before you can ask-

"I'm here!" A loud voice announces behind you. You jump, spinning around and nearly crashing into Mumbo. Instantly hands clasp your shoulders to stop your decent. The voice belonged to the bird! Golden hair and bright red feathers glitter in the sun- he probably didn't need rockets to fly- which explained how he was so quiet.

"About time!" Dad scolds him, "I was waiting for at least two of you to be here- sure Mumbo could probably handle it but I like more eyes."

"Sorry X." The bird rubs the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "Well im here now! and so you can skaddle off to whatever important admin business and we!-" He leans towards you and Mumbo, nudging you with his elbow. "Will have a great time."

Dad pauses only a moment, squinting at the pair suspiciously before sighing and shaking his head.

"You better keep 'em safe- alright?" He asks, and the pair enthusiastically nod. "Okay- good bye hug." Dad opens his arms and you throw yourself in, nuzzling into his armor. A wave of sadness passes over you- and you lean back with puppy dog eyes.

"Do you have to leave?" You ask, his eyebrows furrow, but his eyes stay impossibly soft.

"I'm sorry Kiddo, I told you I'll be back before sundown." He reassures you, reaching forwards to pat you on the head. "Love you." He smiles.

"Love you too!" You respond enthusiastically, finally letting go and letting him stand. He pulls up his communicator- and is gone in a flash. The momentary silence is deafening.

"Sooooooooo..." The bird starts, "What do you want to do?" hmmm, what DO you want to do? You consider your options. You could....see their bases?

"Show me around?" You request, turning to face the pair. The bird looks enthused and Mumbo smiles as well.

"Course!- though thinking about it, maybe we should avoid the Boatem hole-" Mumbo trails off, thinking hard.

"Yes. We absolutely should avoid throwing Xisumavoid's child into the void." Another voice agrees from behind you- WHATS WITH IT AND PEOPLE APPROACHING FROM BEHIND???

You spin around, nearly knocking into the bird and Mumbo, who catch you again. This sight is very different- not the cat man but a new person! He has a yellow top hat, odd yellow suit, and a HUUGGGEEE purple bowtie. You almost want to ask if he got dressed in the dark!- but his eyes shine with amusement and affection, and his stance is casual. He smiles at you, offering you a handshake.

"Impulse- Wonderful to meet you." You reach for it immediately, his much larger hand easily grasping yours. Its warm and surprisingly smooth- but something odd presses between your palms-

You pull away and find a small hard candy in your hand. A gasp pulls from your throat before you realize it. Candy!!!! He gave you candy!!! Instantly he moves up the list of 'favorite people'.

"Oh c'mon Impulse thats a cheap move- buying favor with candy?" Bird man sounds disappointed, but you honestly couldn't care less. Impulse holds up his hands in surrender.

"If it works it works." and it works indeed.

"Thank you Mr.Impulse!" You chirp, remembering your manners before cramming the candy into your mouth. It's sweet and smooth, coating your tongue in mouth watering goodness. It's a flavor you can't quite place, but you don't care, its amazing. He chuckles, seeming amused by your reaction.

"Theres more where they came from." Impulse winks, and Mumbo stifles a laugh. His gaze snaps to the offending spoon. "What?"

"Sorry its just- your offering candy to a child you just met-" Mumbo breaks off into giggles and you gasp in realization. Your eyes widen and you stare at Impulse, gaping.

"Dad told me not to accept candy from strangers!!" You squeak, shuffling to frantically hide behind the pair.

"No no-" Impulse seems slightly panicked now, "I'm babysitting you just like those two- Xisuma trusts me." You just glare out from your spot behind Mumbo. He sighs, "Look, do you even know the bird's name?"

Hmmm....

oh.

"No...I guess I don't..." You squint at the bright red bird now, who squawks and glares at Impulse, before turning sheepishly around.

"I'm Grian." He offers a hand, its smaller then Mumbo's and Impulse's, but has a pointed claws extending from his nails. Your slightly worried he may hurt you- but hes extra careful to avoid that. Then, he spins around to face Impulse. "Now they know!" he declares, making the other shake his head fondly and approach.

"So whats the plan with activities?" Impulse asks, and you break into a grin.

"Show me your bases!!" You bounce on your toes, looking at the mismatched group excitedly. Nods all around.

"Mumbo's first!" Grian decides, grabbing said mans hand, and your own, to pull you towards the structure. Admittedly from afar it seemed quite cute- but as you approach...

Its large claws and gaping maw hang over you- its shadow completely consuming you and your small group. Instinctively, as Grian pulls you closer, you start to slow, tucking behind the cozy looking red sweater. The creature- Tereesa, as you learnt, stares down at you. Its beady eyes dig into your soul. Shivers run down your spine. Grian is talking, but the words are muddled compared to your heartbeat in your ears.

You jolt as a hand is delicately places on your shoulder.

"It's okay. It's just a build, it cant hurt you." Mumbo's voice is low, his grip tightening only a moment before releasing. The tension releases from your shoulders- right- just a fake tree.

"So what do you think?" Grian spins around with flourish, seemingly happy to take the role as tour guide. You fumble- having not payed attention.

"Its cool!" You nod, hoping your convincing enough "Sorta scary." he nods, too enthralled to notice anything wrong- but Impulse laughs under his breath.

"Next we should go see Scar's!" Grian declares, the other two nodding along. But this begs the question-

"Who's Scar?" You ask, Grian looks offended- but Impulse cuts him off.

"I think you call him 'Cat man?'" He tilts his head, watching to make sure it's correct. You gasp- of course!! Jellie!!! You bounce excitedly.

"Yea! I wanna see Jellie!!"

"Oh- so you know his cats name but not his?" Impulse laughs, nearly knocking off his top hat as he leans back. You glare, crossing your arms.

"He never told me his name! And Jellie likes me so I like her and want to know her name!" You defend immediately- and its true!! When Jellie had escaped she had spent her afternoon basking in the sun on your lap while you colored outside. When the cat man had found you two he was so frazzled he didn't introduce himself! Now you'll remember. "Can we go see Jellie??" "Of course!" Grian chirps, butting in. "I'm sure Scar will be delighted to show her off- she's practically his prized possession!" His wings flare out- but he catches himself. "Right-can't fly-" He murmurs, offering you his hand. You eagerly accept, threading your fingers together, then sticking your other hand out. You fumble. You have two hands...but there's three people! What happens now? Mumbo steps forwards, accepting your hand, and, seemingly sensing your distress, offers his other hand to Impulse. Who shakes his head, but accepts. Now satisfied, you tug the line forwards. Scar's base turns out to be the series of houses, a winding path beginning to be strung amongst the homey, pointed roof houses. The color pallet of reds, browns, blues and grey blends into a pleasant environment of peace and warmth. The roofs in particular catch your eye- copper! It was easy to find, but apparently really annoying to make the nice blue Scar had. There was so much of it! Scar must be super cool!! Thankfully- instead of sneaking up on you like the others- you notice Scar immeditly. He to wore a top hat, but his was a lovely shade of red compared to Impulse's bright yellow. A matching suit, and monocle. What's with people and dressing so fancy here? Then, just as you had noticed him, he notices you. "Well hello there!" He calls, waving with the hand not on his cane. Not wanting to let go of any hands, you tug forwards. Your group shuffles towards him as he strides to meet you. "What's with this little entourage-hm? Getting up to some mischief?" The words are accusatory, but the sparkle in his eye and gentle smile tells you that even if it was the case, he wouldn't be mad. "No Mr. Scar, we're here to see Jellie!" You inform him, practically vibrating with excitement. "I like your base! Lots of blue copper!" "Thank you, thank you." His infectious smile grows at the compliment, and blush dusts his cheeks. "And it would be my absolute pleasure to present lady Jellie-" He bows, gesturing into the very house he exited from. Peering inside- you spot her! Fluff curled up on a plush couch just inside. Unable to help yourself you squeal, letting go of your new friends to dash inside- minding to wipe your shoes to not track mud onto the carpet. At the commotion, she lifts her head, blinking sleepily.

"Hi Jellie- remember me?" You blink back, grinning at the small creature. She perks, letting out a long thrill. You reach a hand to cart if through her soft fur- giggling when she presses into the touch eagerly. Her wide green eyes watch you contently, pupils wide and comfortable. Scar always took such good care of her- her fur was free from tangles, and she smelt vaguely of flowers. You pet behind her ears, and enjoy the purrs that vibrate her small body. "She likes you a lot." Scar's voice rumbles behind you, gentle enough to not startle. It's almost reminiscent of Jellies purring with the sheer amount of fondness it's laced with. "I like her a lot." You respond, craning you neck to glance at the fancy man. He grins widely at you. "Are you planning to spend all your time here cuddling Jellie?- Not that I'd object to it, certainly makes our job easier." Ah so he was told. You hum, genuinely considering it. You liked Jellie a lot! But...there was more bases...so many cool things to see... "Sorry Jellie, but I think I want to keep exploring." You tell the cat, watching her watch you. She meows, and you'd like to think she's saying 'Go have fun!' With that you stand, turning and offering your hand to Scar. "Okay- I want to see Impulse's base now" Scar's hand is warm, calloused and scarred skin odd against your own, but he's so careful and sturdy in a way that's distinctly him. You don't mind. The group is still waiting, stopping their conversations at the sight of you and Scar. Then, you notice another problem. You had two hands, as did Mumbo, Grian, and Impulse- but due to Scar's cane he could only hold one hand! and if he was holding yours- he couldn't hold someone else's! But...you didnt want to NOT hold his hand.... Before you can worry any longer Grian accepts your hand, taking Mumbo's, and then Mumbo holds Impulse's. The line is a lot more uneven this way...but it solves your problem! "So you said you wanted to see Impulse's base, but I think we should stop at Pearls before- she'll want to say hi!" Scar informs you, and you nod along. Pearl..thats such a pretty name! Maybe..

"Is her base the purple one?" You ask, and Scar nods. Excitement sparks, its such a good color!! "That's a great idea Scar." Mumbo adds, making the other man beam. "Hey- I'm the tour guide!" Grian objects, "Maybe I'll just avoid Pearl's base completely in protest!" "Well that wouldn't be very nice!" A new voice cuts in, and you realize abruptly you were basically already there. Their bases were so close together!! You squint for the new person, and find a lady leaning against the fence of her porch, watching the group with a smile. "Hi!" You greet, waving your hand, still clasped with Scar's. Your toothy smile clearly catches on, and she grins back. "Heya Kiddo!" Skipping her steps, she effortlessly strides to you. "Want a tour?" Its clearly mostly to annoy Grian- but you cant help the excitement. "Yea!!!" You nod enthusiastically, and he huffs, releasing your hand to allow you accept Pearls. Her hand is soft, but still bore the marks of tons of building- like Scar or Papa K's. As she gently guides you to her garden you decide you like it. The garden is a wide range of flowers all in bloom, purples, reds, yellows, blues, pinks- every color imaginable!! You want to touch them- but the fear of breaking the delicate blossoms holds you back. Pearl begins to name them, pointing to each and explaining a bit about them. Her voice is soothing, but carries and energy to keep you from falling asleep. As the sun beats overhead, and the gentle breeze ruffles your hair, you cant picture a more perfect day- A loud yelp makes you jump. You spin around, terror clutching you for a moment. Your original group had wandered a bit, until lingering around the large tower of boats and pit. Impulse, Mumbo, and Grian. Where was Scar? Horror clutches you as you notice his hat at the edge of the hole- and you lunge forwards before you can think. Your legs carry you quickly, and you skitter to a stop, landing harshly on your knees. Reaching to pick up the hat and peer in. Did he fall in? Was he okay? Why wasn't anyone doing anything? When your unable to see him down the hole, you lean further, peering into the dark depths below. Further...just a touch more- The ground under your left hand crumbles- and the sudden lack of support sends you forwards- For a second you feel weightless, fear clouding your mind and tears springing to your eyes- Wind whips by- Then your abruptly caught- slight pain pulling in your shoulders at their newfound strain. "I've got you-" A voice growls, labor clear. Your tucked into a chest- immediately burring into the soft material- and your brought to the surface. The grass under your feet has never felt more reliving. Knees buckling, you bring your savior down with you. "You're okay." A hand pats your head, the voice rumbling the chest you were clinging to. "You're safe."

Slowly, your heart slows, and the tears fade, while your limbs still shake- confidence begins to dribble back. Eventually, you lean back, blinking up at the person who caught you- Grian. His eyebrows are drawn into a worried expression, but he smiles upon seeing your face. "That was scary, huh?" you nod in agreement, sniffling. "Where is Scar?" You ask, still caring despite the shock of the event. Grian chuckles, clearly still recovering himself. "Don't worry, he's okay- he's back home." "B-but why was his hat here?" You ask, now searching for the offending garment. "Uh- well- Xisuma can explain later." He promises, seeming to awkwardly avoid the topic. Not want to cause any more stir, you simply nod, vowing to remember to ask later. Mumbo appears in your vision, and offers a hand. You take it, letting him basically pull you to your feet. The rest of your group lingers nearby, clearly wanting to approach, but also wanting to give you space. They all apologize, check in to make sure your okay- and Impulse gives you more candy. Then, a small warping noise. You gasp, spinning excitedly to see him. Dad stands right where he left, having just warped back from where he was. He spots you as well- and you waste no time in launching yourself at him. "DAD!" You squeal, letting your self burry into his chestplate. You wish it was the soft material of his shirt- but when he hugs back you deem it okay for now. "Hey kiddo!" He greets, voice tired, but warm. "How was your day with Boatem?" "I nearly fell into a big hole!" "You What."

#hermitcraft fandom #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft #hermitblr #atlas writes #hermitcraft fic #grian #xisumavoid #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #impulsesv #pearlecentmoon #boatem #hc s8 #dadsuma

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coyote-kiddo · 5 months

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veronicaaaaa!!!!!! I personally hc her as a flip (with a regressor lean) and im waaay hyperfixated on Heathers right now so i had to make a board for her :3 here r some of my headcanons for her!!

caregiver:

super spontaneous caregiver, more like a big sister or babysitter, or maybe a fun aunt

always wanting to get out and do something outdoors, like camping or a game or even just a walk

puppy dog eyes are her weakness

spoils her little with candy and treats and somehow manages to fly under Heather C's radar... for a while

(Heather C usually doesnt trust her to caregive on her own for that reason)

calls her littles the silliest nicknames she can think of to make them laugh

tickle monster fiend. nobody is safe /lh

regressor:

usually regresses for fun/to calm down but sometimes invol-regresses when she's upset and doesnt realize until later

breaks rules a lot, sometimes on purpose, sometimes on accident

loves sweets and will go to extreme measures to get them. this usually leads to time out but its worth it to her >:3

loves carebears! her fav character is grumpy bear and she has a plushie of them that's almost as big as she is

avid coffee drinker when she's big, replaces it with hot cocoa when she's little

loves reading and writing when she's not getting into trouble

occasionally plays harmless pranks on whoever's taking care of her

everything is funny to her

absolute menace. you turn around for 0.5 seconds and shes drawing on the walls in permanent marker

regresses around 7-9 and prefers not to use sippies/bottles or pacis, but sometimes uses chewelry to stim with :D

#agere #sfw agere #age regression #sfw age regression #age regressor #sfw age regressor #heathers agere #queue #little artist 🌟

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Monster and the Superhero

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 2,964 Warnings: fluff, angst, olivia being protective, Smut: no | yes; 18+ MINORS DNI: A/N: Hi, friends! We getting more Eddie in this chapter!! Also, see gif below for fic title inspiration <3 If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Getting a decent night’s sleep is starting to be hard to come by since we figured out another D&D monster is an actual monster. I knew about Vecna from reading Dustin’s D&D manual when he first got it and refreshed myself when he joined Hellfire.

We decided to get Eddie some actual food… or what we thought was actual food from the grocery store, taking it over to Reefer Rick’s, where we told Eddie to stay hidden.

Steve parked the car around where he did last night, all five of us piling out and walking to the boathouse, walking in once we made it. Only this time, Eddie was ready with his sharp glass bottle, pointing it at us at our intrusion.

Dustin and I held up the plastic bags, smiling while saying, “Delivery service.”

Eddie sighed before I shook my bags, setting them down on a table and pulling every item out of the bag. I felt Eddie behind me after a moment before the box of Honeycombs and Yoo-Hoo was removed from my vision.

He sat down in the boat with the box, opening it and tearing the bag open, dipping his hand inside to start munching on the sugary cereal while Robin and Max stood or sat to his left, Dustin, myself and Steve standing or sitting to his right.

“So we got, uhh, some good news and some bad news,” Dustin said. “How do you prefer it?”

With a mouth full of cereal, Eddie said, “Bad news first, always,” before taking a swig of his glorified chocolate milk.

“Alright,” I breathed. “Bad news; Dustin tapped in the Hawkins PD dispatch with his Cerebro and, and they’re definitely looking for you, and they’re pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.”

“Like, 100% kind of convinced,” Max added.

“And the good news, oldest Henderson?” Eddied asked, looking from Max to me.

Smiling, I said, “Your name hasn’t gone public yet. But if we found out about you, it’s a matter of time before others do, too, and once word gets out, everyone and their pea-brained mother is gonna be hunting for you.”

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie enunciated.

Scrunching my lips, I closed my eyes and nodded. “Precisely.”

“Shit.”

“So, before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence,” Dustin said.

“That’s all, Dustin?” Eddie and I asked. “That’s all?”

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it,” he said, pretty sure of himself.

“Little brother, ‘tis not as simple as you think,” I said. “When has it ever been that simple?” I rolled my eyes at his delusions, feeling two hands on my shoulders, pulling me back into a chest; Steve’s chest.

“Listen, Eddie,” Robin said. “I know everything Dustin’s saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this kinda thing before.”

“Well, she’s been through it once,” I said. “Max twice, Dustin, Steve and I three times. Robin’s was more human-flesh-based, while ours was more smoke-related.”

“Bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.”

Wrapping his arms around my middle and resting his chin on my shoulder, Steve said, “Yeah, see, we usually rely on this girl who has super powers. But, uhh, those went bye-bye, so…”

“So, we’re technically more in the–”

“Kinda.”

“Brainstorming phase?” I asked.

“Brainstorming,” Steve repeated, snapping his fingers. “Good one, babe.”

“There-there-there’s nothing to worry about,” Dustin said.

Steve scoffed behind me, his head moving just a little in curt nod.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath just as I heard sirens, and Steve whispered, “Shit.”

Moving towards the boat, I said, “Eddie, tarp.”

He looked at me, questions floating in his eyes.

“Get back under the tarp.”

“You owe me, Henderson,” he said, my response being “I know,” before Eddie grabbed the side and laid down with the cereal box in his arm, moving the tarp over himself.

The rest of us moved to the windows, watching as police cars and ambulances drove by. As a group, we decided to be nosy as fuck and follow them to see where they were going. Once we found the area, we parked behind a truck, the five of us getting out.

Nancy was standing in the middle of the road, talking to Powell, who took over for Hopper since he… well, since he died. She looked over at us, bringing her fingers up for a small wave.

I looked over at Steve, seeing him wave back at her. I know he doesn’t love her anymore, but there’s always going to be that part of me that thinks he does and always will. Looking back at her, tears welled in my eyes before I could stop them and looked down. Sitting back inside the car, I sniffled lightly, brushing the tear that had regrettably fallen onto my cheek.

When everyone got back in the car, all I could do was look out the window at the trees passing by. What made my anxiety worse… was that Steve didn’t rest his hand on my thigh like he always did. Taking off my right shoe, I sighed, bringing my foot to rest on the seat, lacing my fingers together and resting them at the junction where my foot and calf meet.

Once we made it to the trailer park, Robin, Max and my brother got out of the car, meeting Nancy at the picnic table while Steve and I stayed behind.

He sighed, “I know what you’re thinking, and no.”

I looked down and nodded. “I know. It’s just my stupid brain. You know how it gets.” I crossed my arms, sinking down into the seat a little more. “It just… I saw the way you looked at her.”

“With concern?” he asked. It wasn’t in anger or irritation. His voice was calm and controlled. There were a few times when I had this concern after we got together, and he was always reassuring. Kind of like he was being right now.

Once the reasonable side of my brain caught up and took over my unreasonable side, I sighed and rested my head on my knee, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

Grabbing my hand to lace our fingers, he said, “Her and I are friends. Nothing more. You’re the girl for me.”

I looked at our hands, watching as he brought them up to kiss the back of my own. Smiling, I connected our eyes, seeing those hazel orbs I loved so much. “I love you. And I’m sorry.”

“I love you, too. Let’s go.”

We both got out of the car after I put my shoe back on and retied it. He met me at the front of the car and held his hand out once he saw me round the vehicle, our fingers lacing together as we made our way to the picnic table. When we sat down, we all explained to Nancy what’s been going on.

“So, you’re saying that this thing that killed Fred and Chrissy, it’s from the Upside Down?” Nancy asked.

“If the shoe fits,” I sighed, leaning back against Steve, who wrapped his arms around my middle.

“Our working theory is that he attacks with a spell or a curse,” Dustin said. “Now, whether or not he’s doing the bidding of the Mind Flayer or just loves killing teens, we don’t know.”

“All we know is this is something different,” Max said. “Something new.”

“Doesn’t make sense,” Nancy said.

“It’s just a theory,” Dustin said.

“It’s not supposed to make sense,” I added.

“No, Liv,” Nancy said. “Fred and Chrissy don’t make sense. I mean, why them?”

“Maybe they were just in the wrong place,” Dustin said. “They were both at the game.”

“And near the trailer park,” Max said.

“We’re in the trailer park,” Steve said, holding me a little tighter. “Uh, should we maybe not be here?”

As we all looked around, Nancy said, “There is something about this place. Fred started acting weird the second we got here.”

“Acting weird as in…?” Robin asked.

“Scared, on edge, upset.”

“Max said Chrissy was upset, too,” Dustin said.

“Yeah, but not here,” Max said. “She was crying in the bathroom at school.”

“Serial killers stalk their prey before they strike, right?” Robin asked.

“Affirmative,” I said.

“So, maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman–”

“Vecna,” Dustin corrected.

Carrying on like nothing happened, Steve said, “I don’t know about you guys, but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone.”

“Maybe they did,” Max said. “I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster, you… you go to the police. They’d never believe you.”

“Except Hopper,” I said. “Who’s inconveniently dead.”

“But you might to your–”

“Your shrink,” Robin said.

Max nodded her head and we all formed a plan on what to do. Once the plan was made, we all got up from the table to walk back towards our vehicles. Nancy started walking back towards her car before Steve’s voice stopped her.

“Whoa, whoa, Nance,” he said. “Nance!” He stepped up to her as she turned around, asking, “Where you going?”

“Oh, there’s something I wanna check on first,” she replied.

“Something you maybe wanna share with the rest of us?” Dustin and I asked. “I don’t wanna waste your time. It’s a real shot in the dark.”

“Yeah, okay,” Steve said. “Are you out of your mind? Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose? No, it’s too dangerous. You need… you need someone to…” He turned walking up to me, handing me his keys. “Here. I’m gonna stick with Nance, alright? Take the car, check out the shrink. Go back to your house, and I’ll have Nance drop me off there.”

“Why? Why can’t Robin go with her?” I asked, gesturing to our high school friend.

“Yeah, why can’t I go?” Robin asked.

“Liv, if you don’t want to drive, I can,” Max said.

“No,” Steve and I said, looking over at Max.

“No. Never again,” Steve added. “Please. Anybody but you.”

“Come on,” Dustin said.

“No.”

“Okay, this is stupid,” Robin said, grabbing a radio from Dustin’s bag. “Like Liv said, I’ll go with Nancy because us ladies need to stick together. Steve, you stay with your girlfriend.” When she made it to Nancy’s side, she turned back around to face us, saying, “Unless you think we need you to protect us.”

Robin turned on her heel and started walking towards Nancy’s car, the eldest Wheeler taking a moment, looking at my Stevie. I rolled my eyes and got in the car, not meaning to slam the door shut as Steve shouted at them to be careful.

“You just gonna stand there and gawk at your ex-girlfriend, or sit next to my sister and gawk at her?” Dustin said.

“Shut up,” Steve said. “I love your sister. She knows that.” “Why don’t we go?”

“Shut up and get in the car.”

I heard the back door open behind me, so I looked to see who it was before saying, “Dusty, wipe your feet.”

“On the outside, not the inside,” Steve groaned, getting into the car. “Always the babysitter. Always the goddamn babysitter.” He started the car, putting it in drive and riding past Eddie’s trailer that was marked off by police tape.

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Max gave us directions to Ms. Kelley’s house, Steve parking at the end of her driveway on the other side of the street.

“Okay, she’s in,” Steve said, arm resting on the door, the window rolled down.

“I’m missing collarbones,” Dustin said. “Not eyes.” A few seconds later, he said, “So… are we gonna talk about… it?” Turning to face him in the backseat, I furrowed my brows. “What?”

Pointing in between Steve and I, Dustin said, “You two.”

“Again, I ask… what?”

“The tension between you two. I can feel it from here.”

“Feel what?” Steve asked.

“The sexual electricity?”

“Oh, my god, Dustin!” I exclaimed.

“Your sexual tension was pretty public,” he said. “There’s witnesses. Have you two even–”

Turning back to face the front with my hands up, I said, “I am not having this conversation with you.”

“Are you implying that we haven’t had se–” Steve said.

“Steve!” I interrupted. “We’re not having this conversation with him right now!”

“What about when he was gonna go with Nance instead of staying with you, his girlfriend, my dearest sister?” Dustin said.

“I was trying to protect a friend,” Steve said. “A friend, Hendersons. Okay?”

Turning my head to look at Steve, I gave him a what the fuck look. “Hendersons? As in, plural? Don’t bring me into this, I didn’t say anything.”

“Okay,” Dustin said, amused.

“I don’t wanna find her in the morning with her eyes sucked out of the front of her skull by this Vecna creep,” Steve said.

“Steve, baby, I love that you’re wanting to protect a friend and being all defensive, but now isn’t the time to do that, especially when your anxious girlfriend here is freaking out about you and Nancy, okay?” I said.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with my sister?” Dustin asked.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Steve said. “I love your sister very much, and I especially don’t want anything to happen to her. I’d die if anything happened to her.”

I smiled at that, feeling all the love from him just from those two sentences.

“You’re blushing,” Dustin smiled.

“Drop it, or I’ll punch you so hard in your face your teeth will fall back out.”

“Whoa,” Dustin and I said. “Too far.”

“Not cool. Sorry.”

“Not cool, babe,” I said.

“It’s okay,” Dustin added.

Steve brought his fist up, Dustin hitting Steve’s with his own before Steve held his hand out, looking at me. I laced our fingers before he brought the back of my hand to his mouth, placing a kiss near my ring finger.

I heard the door open, Steve’s attention right on Max as she made her way back to the car, Steve repeating, “Here she comes.”

Max got in the backseat with Dustin, my brother asking, “What’d she say?” “Nothing, just drive,” Max said. “Steve, drive!”

“Okay,” he said, letting go of my hand to start the car and drive off.

Max told us to drive to the high school so that she could snoop through Ms. Kelley’s files for hers and Chrissy’s. Dustin’s walkie went off, a familiar voice coming through.

“Dustin? Olivia? It’s Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin.”

Dustin hit the button on his walkie, speaking into it, “Lucas? Where the hell have you been?”

“Just listen,” Lucas said. “Are you guys looking for Eddie?”

“Yeah, and we found him, no thanks to you.”

“You found him?”

“He’s at a boathouse on Coal Mill Road. Don’t worry, he’s safe.”

“You guys know he killed Chrissy, right?”

“That’s bullshit. Eddie tried to save Chrissy.” “Then why do all the cops say he did it?”

Max took the walkie from Dustin, pressing the button and saying, “Lucas, you’re so behind, it’s ridiculous, okay? Just meet us at the school. We’ll explain later.”

“I… I can’t.”

Taking the walkie from Max, it was my turn to speak into the mouthpiece. “Come again, Sinclair?”

“I think some real bad shit’s about to go down, Liv.”

“Spill it.”

Static sounded from the walkie’s speaker for a moment before I hit my palm against it a couple times before saying into the mouthpiece, “Lucas? Lucas! Shit.”

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It was dark by the time we made it to the school, Max using the keys she stole from Ms. Kelley’s house. Walking down the hallway, Dustin’s walkie went off again, this time Robin’s voice coming through, saying, “Hendersons, do you copy?”

“Yeah, we copy,” Dustin and I said in unison.

“So, Nancy’s a genius. Vecna’s first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bullseye.”

“Okay, that’s, uh, totally bonkers,” Dustin said.

I took the walkie from him, saying, “But we really can’t talk right now.”

“Wait, what are you doing, female Henderson?”

“Breaking and entering into the school to retrieve highly confidential and extremely personal files.” This felt like Sophomore year all over again when I broke into stores. Looking up at Steve, I said, “If I get caught this time, I’m going to jail.”

“We won’t,” he said, shining his flashlight around, looking for any type of security.

“Can you repeat that?”

“Just get your ass over to the high school, Buckley. Stat. We’ll explain everything… if I don’t get arrested again and start living in a cell.”

We found Max at Ms. Kelley’s office as she was just opening the door to walk inside.

“It’s like a mini-Watergate or something,” Dustin said. “Hawkinsgate!”

“Wait a sec,” Steve said. “Didn’t those guys get caught?”

“Holy shit,” Max said from the opened filing cabinet.

“You found it?” Steve asked, walking over to her.

“Yeah, and not just Chrissy’s file,” she said, taking a file out of the cabinet. “Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley, too.”

We all looked at each other, trying to find out what it meant with our eyes until I spoke up. “Well, I’d compare the files, see if the three of you had any symptoms in common.”

We did just that, bringing out her file, Chrissy’s file and Fred’s file. Max sat at the desk, looking at Chrissy’s, seeing the handwritten symptoms on a white sheet of paper. When she asked to see Fred’s file, I handed it to her, moving to stand beside her with my body facing Steve, who was leaning against the desk.

Max was looking as if she were lost in a trance of some sort, so I put my hand on her shoulder, asking, “Max, are you okay? Max? Max, honey, what is it? Max. Max!”

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Hi there, May I please request Alphabet headcanon (D,F,L,T) for Sadayo Kawakami please?

Alphabet Headcanons

Fandom: Persona 5

Character(s): Sadayo Kawakami

Type of Request: Alphabet Headcanons

Note(s): You got it!

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She wouldn't mind settling down, honestly it might be pretty nice. As for cooking and cleaning, she has plenty of experience with it (thanks to the brat in her class--), but she'd prefer to divy up the chores. Or let you do them so she can get some days off considering that was part of her side job for the longest time.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

While she definitely has dreamed about the white picket fence life, she is so devoted to being a teacher and making up for a lot of her past failings due to money issues.

Kawakami wouldn't mind being proposed to, but it could be years until the actual wedding just because weddings are expensive and she also feels bad taking the time off from teaching.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She teachers high schoolers for a reason. Little kids aren't bad, but she's not a huge fan of when they aren't being cute or sleeping. That said, she isn't a bad babysitter. She has plenty of experience with cleaning up after and teaching children, but she's exhausted enough.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Yearly anniversaries she would get a nice gift for, nothing too expensive but something sweet. If you live together then she likes to pick up around the house a bit. Might make dinner for you both occasionally (she's been a maid too long, she's not going to do it everyday).

I feel like she would want to put a lot of effort in when coming up with dates, but she's so busy with her teaching job and taking care of her students that she doesn't always have the time. She will be early and dressed nicely for dates, but she can't always make the time for spontaneous dates and she might have to cancel a few times because of something or another with school.

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I love your headcanons and thoughts!

Can we hear more about Bronwyn D. Clown?

How the Strawhats think of her or more about her personality and what she wants to be?

If that's okay?

Yeah of course!! Winnie is my little cutie patootie and I love her so much I'm soft ♡♡

So it's very evident from an early age that she's very opinionated. She also inherited Buggy's sweet tooth, which is absolutely adorable and funny as heck bc as a tiny tot, they introduced new foods fairly frequently with time between to check for any allergies ((None that they know of btw)). When they introduced her to ice cream, she went a little feral and it was to the laughter and amusement of her parents. She did the whole OoO face and just straight up grabbed the ice cream, double fisted and face planted into it. It was hilarious and adorable.

As she gets older, she begins mellowing out. She's not hesitant about having her own opinions, but she's by and large rather soft spoken. She's pretty quiet all in all, but when she speaks, she has a way of projecting her words and being HEARD. She loves the circus just like her baba, and she takes to aerial silks like a fish to water. She enjoys darker, richer colors like her dad and papa, but patterns like baba. Essentially think dark carnival aesthetic.

As for thoughts of others about her, I'll itemize the list lol

Rayleigh

- absolutely wrapped around her little finger. All she has to do is flutter those lashes, pout a little, and go "grandpa-" and he's folding like a house of cards. Absolutely spoils her rotten. Unashamed of it. Is the type to pick her up like "aww, poor thing, are your parents being mean to my princess? How terrible, let grandpa help-"

Shanks

- he loves her so much, and they somehow manage to both have an It's On Sight policy (/hj). From an early age, Winnie has enjoyed gently bullying him, and he's so soft about it because she reminds him so much of how Buggy was a child, just a little more mellowed out. It starts with an elephant to the face. He always overreact to get a laugh from her, up to and including getting "beat up" and hitting the ground, groaning and pleading for mercy. He's very much the fun uncle and his responsibility is.... touch and go. Will absolutely keep her safe and protect her with his life; will also not hesitate to be like ".... you wanna try this-?" And offer a 5 year old a sip of rum. Can only babysit if Benn, Yassop or Hongo are there as well. Kind of stupid, but full of love.

Luffy

- COUSIN

- is not trusted to babysit until Winnie is about 10 and even then it is preferred to have another adult on hand. He sees her for the first time when she's about three or four, and he's just mesmerized ((and also a little thrown off because her dark hair is wavy and the freckles and glare make his chest ache a little)).

- doesn't even question the baby making logistic of a few men together, just goes "Oh neat, can we play?" Buggy is soft and refuses to admit it. He also refuses to admit that the scrapbook for Winnie's growth includes more than a few pictures of playtime with "Lulu", and a few of some inpromptu naptimes.

Speaking of nap times-

Zoro

- is actually a decent responsible party, and is semi awkward because he refuses to think of Mihawk as anything other than a begrudging mentor ((he's his dad, but he will Not admit it)). Looks at Winnie like "oh... a goth clown.... yeah that checks out I guess." 11/10, will protect, but also fairly hands off. Most of the time spent together is either play fighting, training, or naps.

Nami

- aww, cute kid~ she isn't all too fond of children personally. She loves kids from a distance, and she'll protect them with everything she has, but she likes them in small doses. Winnie is the same with most social settings, she likes people when she's in the mood for people. They both love treasure though, shiny things and dress up. Girls Trips.

Usopp

- Story Teller Extraordinaire!! Loves kids, best babysitter, the main one Buggy actually trusts 110%. Honestly Usopp is one of the best to handle her, he can match the energy levels of the day and is good at engagement.

Sanji

- lowkey uncomfortable with kids, but Winnie is a good kid. Will protect, will make fun snacks, absolutely down for princess tea parties and monster tea parties, makes the themed snacks without hesitation. He adores her.

Chopper

- Friend Shaped. They get up to hijinks together. Slightly over protective but for good reason! Shenanigans Pal

Robin

- enjoys being Winnie's favorite strawhat auntie if only because Crocodile is So Awkward About It. Spoils the girl rotten. Equally macabre as Winnie. Ironically also passes as a relative to her. Gets mistaken as Winnie's mother on occasion. Is THRIVING while teaching a small child swears and the science behind mummification.

Franky

- Weird Big Brother/Uncle Man, loved by children, let's Winnie decorate his mechanical parts with fridge magnets. Taught her how to spray paint. They go on graffiti adventures.

Brook

- will die again before allowing harm to befall a child. Finally has met his match for puns!! They love skeleton jokes and Winnie even gives him new material. Gallow humor besties. They absolutely go APESHIT on Halloween. It becomes smth of a tradition. Halloween is coming up? Cross Guild and the Strawhats are picking an island for a meet up so Winnie and Brook can go feral on the poor townsfolk (/hj) ((dw it's all ethically sourced, they wouldn't scare and traumatized GOOD people.))

Jimbei

- Oh That Is A Tiny Human

- decently amicable with Mihawk, less so with Crocodile but still civil and respectful. Ironically, he rather enjoys Buggy's company, and their daughter is simply Very Cute. Is happy to he assigned uncle by proxy, and the first time this tiny little pink nosed girl called him "unc'a Jimmy", he simply exploded and hugged her. Responsible but fun uncle - a little bit of an enabler but within reason. She can cause mayhem and mischief, but nothing Too Far. Honestly, has vague Wine Aunt meets Nerf Gun Uncle energy. Absolutely would carry her in a baby carrier with matching sunglasses and Starbucks. Now allowed to dress her up though, his taste in prints is atrocious.

#bronwyn d. clown #one piece oc #one piece headcanons #one piece au #cross guild polycule #cross guild poly #strawhat headcanons #witchy answers!!

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hush-writes-preg · 1 year

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Of Tempests & Flames: Bringing Forth the Heir

Commission for: @themightyfluffyone Word count: 5,082 Summary: (A D&D-inspired story based on the commissioner's characters and universe) Storm is sick and tired of being hovered over by the infuriating sun elves just because he's carrying the heir to their kingdom. He's also done with the endless summer heat, and those pesky cramps that he just can't seem to shake…

(Part 3 of 4; Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)

TW: Labor, birth

He really, really shouldn’t have gone out today.

The sun shone overhead in a cheery, blinding ball of heat that left sweat beading on Storm’s skin, with nary a cloud in the sky to block its intense rays. He usually didn’t care, but the summer sun left the temperature uncomfortably warm, which coupled with the dark, draping fabrics he always insisted on wearing, left him unbearably hot.

All the extra weight at his middle didn’t help matters, either.

The moon elf let out an exasperated puff of air as he paused yet again to rub at the middle of his back, his massive belly hanging before him as a constant reminder of, well, everything. Of the fact that he’d let the prince of the sun elves knock him up after months of trying in return for safe haven, which he needed because he was a wanted man, and he was on the run because he’d stolen a necklace to increase his power but also happened to piss a whole bunch of people off in the process. Now he was stuck here in Sunvail, with his rented womb occupied—

A tiny foot struck him right under the ribs as if its occupant was scolding him for his spiraling thoughts.

“Sorry, little one,” he muttered under his breath, one clawed hand curling under his pregnant belly and rubbing soothingly. “I know it’s not all bad. Your father is… not as infuriating as he used to be, and you’ve grown on me too.”

Someone just out of sight cleared their throat in that insistent and slightly pompous way that always left his teeth grinding in irritation. His royal babysitters were rarely out of reach, especially now that he was so close to birthing the kingdom’s eagerly-awaited heir, but that didn’t mean he liked it. Or them.

He didn’t like many people, honestly.

“Sir?” the voice asked with forced politeness. “Is everything alright? Would you prefer to return to your quarters and rest?”

“No, I damned well would not,” Storm practically growled, drawing his spine ramrod straight in a facsimile of his usual arrogance and doing his best to ignore his aching body’s prompt protests. “I fully intend to finish my walk, Boon. I’ve had far too much ‘resting’ lately, and if I get too much more of it, then I might have to break something. Or someone.”

“Very well,” came the other’s dry reply. “Just keep in mind that His Majesty, Prince Flamecaller, will be indisposed until well into the evening, so you would do well not to overexert yourself and draw him away from important matters of state.” Boon was one of many palatial servants who’d been assigned to his well-being as his pregnancy progressed, and like most of them, he seemed to have a stick lodged firmly up his ass. Boon in particular thought Storm beneath Flamecaller’s notice, and had on more than one occasion bemoaned the fact that the prince hadn’t chosen to mate with one of his own kind instead of some waspish moon elf.

Needless to say, they didn’t get along very well.

A faint muscle spasm along the underside of his belly compelled him stubbornly forward. Storm was all too aware of the countless eyes that watched his every move while he was out in public, guards and attendants and curious passersby all helping themselves to a look at the heavily pregnant moon elf in their midst. Moon elves and sun elves rarely mixed these days in a social fashion, so to see one in the capital city was odd enough. Anyone who happened to see a pregnant moon elf so close to the palace almost certainly knew who Storm was and what he was doing here, which was why his occasional trips outside had grown few and far between in recent weeks.

Anyone who had a beef with him or the royal family would know to paint a huge target right in the middle of his back.

So while he’d managed to convince his babysitters to let him outside today, they actually hadn’t left the confines of the palace, preferring to let him stroll around one of Solarian’s many gardens instead of risking his life (and the life of the royal heir) by actually venturing into the city.

But by the gods, he was growing claustrophobic.

Step by step, he made his way around the lawn, sticking to the shaded areas where he could and boldly striding through the unavoidable sunny spots when he had to, with his gravid middle leading the way. To be sure, he had a bit of a rolling gait, but if anyone had even tried to suggest that he ‘waddled’, he might take their head off. Sweating, aching, tired, and far too warm, his already prickly personality had grown outright scathing over the past few days.

Storm nearly made it the entire way around the inside of the garden wall when another cramp spread through his midsection, the tight pain sending him stumbling to a halt. The midwives called it ‘false labor’, but the moon elf felt like it was just another way for nature to torture him through this entire experience.

“Sir?”

“Fuck off, Boon.”

His attendant didn’t bother trying to hide a longsuffering sigh from somewhere behind him. If Storm hadn’t been exhausted from hauling around an extra thirty pounds (and all of the other trials that came with this pregnancy), he might have whirled around and torn into the infuriating man. Instead, he shuffled his belly around and tossed a glare in Boon’s general direction that lacked its usual biting ire.

He was fucking miserable, okay?

“You’re dismissed, Boon. I’ll take things from here.” Another voice rose at Storm’s side, just as familiar and posh as Boon’s yet bearing a no-nonsense tone that clearly communicated that it expected no defiance. “I’m sure you must have much better things to do elsewhere, yes?”

Storm didn’t bother listening to Boon’s reply, sure that it was just as snide and passive-aggressive as the rest of him, but waited for his footsteps to fade before addressing the newcomer. “I don’t recall asking for anyone’s help, Win.”

“And I certainly wouldn’t deign to give help where it wasn’t requested, my lord.” He could nearly hear the smile in the other’s voice as he spoke, his tone just as dulcet and soothing to the ear as his appearance was to the eye. Dressed in muted robes of blue, grey, and silver with his long white hair bundled into a fashionable knot at the nape of his neck, Frostwind was a lithe, pretty male that would have turned many a head in the Court of the Sun if it weren’t for the tell-tale grey tinge of his skin that spoke of mixed parentage. Storm didn’t know much about him besides that he worked as a palace attendant and somehow seemed immune to most of the moon elf’s hormonal mood swings, which was quite an impressive feat. “But I do know that you’ve been out in the sun for almost an hour now, and your robes are stained with sweat. Perhaps it’s time to take a break, if only for a little while?”

Storm wanted to snap at him, to stubbornly do the exact opposite of what Win suggested just to be contrary, but he was ridiculously thirsty and his backache had only gotten worse. Besides, the baby picked that exact moment to punt him right in the bladder.

“Fine,” he growled, wincing. “But only because I’ve got to take a piss.”

By the time he made it back to his room, the cramps had gotten bad enough to steal his breath, but Storm refused to give anyone another reason to fuss over him.

They’d already done more fussing than he had the patience to deal with. The King had insisted on arranging the most extravagantly prepared birthing chambers for the arrival of his son’s heir-to-be with all of the awareness of someone with no real concept of money, including hiring enough midwives for a whole platoon of expectant parents, which led to Storm threatening to sneak away in the middle of the night and never come back. It was already bad enough that he’d probably have to spread his legs and push out a baby in front of a stranger or two, but he sure as hells wasn’t going to do it in front of an entire guild and half the royal family in the middle of a gold-gilded suite.

He’d butted heads with the king over the issue for weeks until the overwhelming stress and a bit of frightening spotting had forced Solarian to surrender the fight. Instead, they’d had only the essentials moved into Storm’s quarters, while the King swore that no more than a handful of necessary staff would be in the room to assist with the birth.

After stripping off his warm, sweaty robes in exchange for nothing more than an oversized tunic, the moon elf promptly kicked every servant and attendant right out of the room, unable to deal with the presence of anyone else. He’d had these kinds of cramps before, but not this bad, and the discomfort sapped away his already limited ability to cope with other people. Collapsing to his side on the bed, Storm curled around his swollen belly and tried to wait them out.

Time seemed to creep by as morning turned into afternoon, but the pangs only seemed to strengthen rather than fade with rest. The baby shifted and kicked from within the confines of his womb as if they were just as bothered by the tensing muscles, and the moon elf found himself rubbing his hands over his dark grey skin in a vain attempt to calm them. But he soon found himself too unsettled to remain lying down, and after a great deal of effort and some rather ungainly wriggling, Storm managed to get himself out of bed and back on his feet.

The soothing smells of sandalwood and citrus filled the room from a small pot warming in the window, a subtle reminder of the prince’s own scent, but even that failed to soothe his frazzled nerves. Storm began to pace through the room, one hand pressed against the small of his back while he tried to distract himself by running through mental lists of spell components and memorized incantations. The cramps had to stop soon, right? They did every other time he’d gotten them. It wasn’t like he could already be in labor, not when the midwives said he had another couple of weeks before the baby came. If anyone in the palace even suspected that he might be in labor, they’d descend on him like a flock of vultures looking for any scraps of gossip they might devour, and he’d never get a moment’s peace.

Gods above and below, he missed not being pregnant.

The next cramp shuddered through his gravid womb and left his abdomen painfully tight, forcing him to grasp blindly for the bedpost and hang on while he tried to breathe through it. “Fuck,” he groaned, his cloudy eyes fluttering shut. Maybe he had overexerted himself this morning, and his body was retaliating. Of course he’d feel a little pain and cramping from carrying around such a huge load for too long. It was only natural that he’d–

Pop. Storm gasped as he felt a strange release of pressure and a sudden cascade of fluid down the insides of his thighs. Cheeks burning in embarrassment, the moon elf clutched his legs together in a vain attempt to stem the flow. Yeah, pregnancy had been hard on his bladder, but he’d never outright wet himself before.

Oh gods, what if Flamecaller walked in and saw him like this?

Mortified, Storm grabbed for his discarded tunic and tried to mop up the mess. It wasn’t until he realized that he didn’t smell the sharp scent of urine that the pieces finally clicked.

Cramps. Back pain. Water.

He was in labor.

Storm wasn’t sure what was worse: the contractions or the pressure.

Once he realized he was in labor, he couldn’t sit still. It wasn’t like his body would let him, anyway, considering how the contractions continued to speed up and hit harder as time crept along. He found himself using every piece of furniture in the room as a support to breathe through the rhythmic spasms, clenching his teeth and biting down the cries that threatened to bubble up from the back of his throat. A new layer of sweat left his tunic clinging to his heaving body, the thin fabric sticking to his milk-swollen breasts and the gargantuan dome of his abdomen. But still the stubborn moon elf refused to call out. He’d grown so used to hiding any hint of weakness or vulnerability that even now, he struggled against the thought of exposing himself.

Bent over the edge of the bed with the latest contraction, Storm arched his hips and tried to rock through the pain, his belly hanging pendulously beneath him. He could feel the weight of the baby sliding into his pelvis and filling him with an intense sensation of fullness as it worked its way lower, and the knowledge that he’d soon have to give birth began to unravel his carefully-cultivated calm. His hands and face buried in the bed’s opulent sheets, the moon elf muffled an involuntary scream against the mattress as he tried not to give in to the growing desire to push. He wasn’t ready to deal with that yet, maybe not ever, and–

“My lord? Would you care for some refreshments?”

Oh my fucking gods, no, I don’t want you or anyone else near me right now. Swallowing heavily, Storm struggled for enough composure to answer, but unfortunately, he waited a bit too long.

“...My lord? Is everything alright?”

Another contraction ripped its way through his thin frame, centered on the massive bulge of his belly. Silk and fine linen tore like paper beneath his clawing fingers while another spurt of warm fluid trickled down to his knees. “Everything is fine,” he finally managed to growl out, but his forced answer came at a price when the last word degenerated Into a strangled whimper that only a forge-deafened dwarf would miss.

A muffled curse rose on the other side of the heavy carved door, followed by the sound of keys. “Hold on, Storm. I’m coming in.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Storm half-sobbed, but it was already too late.

Frostwind pushed his way into the room without an ounce of his usual poise, his hurried steps faltering as soon as he caught sight of the moon elf’s barely-covered bottom and the puddle at his feet. “Goddess preserve us,” he breathed, his gaze darting around the room before returning to the panting elf beside the bed. “How long have you been in labor?”

“Don’t know,” Storm muttered into the sheets.

“How do you not– oh, never mind.” His voice held the slightest touch of exasperated fondness before he turned to poke his head back through the door and shout something

Storm wasn’t exactly of a mind to listen to what he said, though. He knew that he’d soon be inundated with nosy sun elves intent on watching him make a further mess of himself, and the utter mortification of the approaching situation was starting to settle in. In half a daze, he tried pulling one of the torn sheets from the bed to wrap around his waist in a half-assed skirt, but someone grabbed his hands.

“None of that, now,” Win gently rebuked him, pulling the fabric away and wrapping a careful arm around his waist instead. “Come along; let’s get you settled in your chair, alright?”

“Leave me alone,” the laboring moon elf grumbled, trying and failing to pull away from the delicate-looking elf’s suddenly firm grasp. “I am not sitting on that stupid-looking–” Another cramp sent him doubling over, and if it wasn’t for Frostwind’s support, he might have toppled over. He did cry out this time, a pathetic sort of wail that he knew he’d deny later, but how else was he supposed to react to being split open by something the size of a melon?

Frostwind hushed him and drew him along like a petulant child towards the chair Storm had ignored for weeks. The low wooden monstrosity with a bench seat and handles looked like it’d been made for torture rather than comfort, but apparently it was a traditional piece of birthing equipment in these parts. Win patiently guided the moon elf into place despite the way the male swore at him, brushing sweat-damp hair from his face and even going so far as to drape Storm’s sheet over his lap to give him a little privacy. “There we go,” he said soothingly, his lips curled in a faint smile even when he had to duck back to avoid Storm’s sharp claws. “Try to catch your breath for a moment. The other midwife will be here soon, and I’m sure His Highness the prince will be right on her heels.”

The ‘other midwife’? Storm glared in Frostwind’s direction, his eyes narrowing as he finally put the pieces together. “Are you telling me that you’re a midwife?”

“Guilty as charged,” the other male chuckled, drawing up his loose sleeves and tying them in place to leave his arms bare. “Do you honestly think you’d have agreed to my near-constant presence over the past few months if you knew that? His Highness didn’t think so.”

No, he definitely wouldn’t have agreed, because he hated the idea of being treated like some delicate flower on the verge of breaking. But Storm refused to admit that. “I don’t like being lied to,” he snarled, ducking away as Frostwind tried to wipe the sweat from his brow.

“And I never lied to you,” the midwife cooly answered. “You just never asked. Perhaps if you tried to get to know people instead of skulking around all the time, you wouldn’t find yourself surprised by such basic facts.”

Before Storm could shoot out a sharp retort, a chaotic whirlwind of reds, golds, and purples burst through the door. The usually composed and regal form of Flamecaller, prince of the sun elves, was in slight disarray, almost as if he’d half run the length of the palace to get there. His breathing was a little fast and his eyes a bit too wide as they landed on Storm’s disheveled shape, but otherwise he managed to hold a noble air around himself like a slightly-tattered cloak. “Are you alright, Storm?”

“Does it look like I’m alright?!” the moon elf snarled, gesturing wildly at his sweaty, bloated body. “I’m– I’m– oh fuck–”

“The contractions are coming pretty quickly now,” Frostwind said with his usual evenness as he gestured to indicate where the other midwife could set a basin of warm water. “Your mate managed to hide them from me for hours before I realized what was happening.”

“Not… his mate,” Storm groaned, clutching at his quaking belly.

“Of course not,” Win replied in an infuriating and entirely too-agreeable way. “Now I need to check your dilation, which means I need to touch you. Can I do that without you taking a swipe at me?”

Wood scraped across stone as Flamecaller pulled a stool to his lover’s side, dropping into the seat and grabbing for Storm’s hands. “I’ll keep him occupied,” he promised, drawing one to his lips to give the back a quick kiss. “You know, I was in the middle of a meeting with several of the western lords when the runner came. You should have seen their faces when I got up and walked out in the middle of one of their tirades.”

Storm leaned back against the chair, sweat glistening on his brow as he tried to ignore the midwife’s probing fingers, infinitely glad that the other kept his claws filed short. “Are you expecting an apology from me?”

“Of course not. They’re as interesting as boiled porridge and twice as useful in matters of state,” the prince said with a smile. “I’m thankful for the reprieve. Let Father deal with them.” His words might have been lighthearted, but there was nothing trivial about the intense way his eyes met Storm’s. Something burned within them, brighter than flame magic and twice as hot, an unspoken affection to which they’d both been reluctant to put a name. Flamecaller leaned close, his warm lips brushing briefly against the corner of his lover’s mouth. “I’ve got more important things to deal with right now.”

They might have been having a moment, but the baby wasn’t about to stop for anything. A new contraction rippled over Storm’s swollen womb before he could respond, leaving him scrunching his face in pain as he let out a distressed howl through clenched teeth.

“That’s right, ride it out,” the midwife said from his incredibly intimate position between Storm’s outstretched legs. “You’re almost completely open, Storm. It won’t be long now.”

“Gods, it’s already been hours,” the moon elf griped. He turned to glare at Flamecaller, his cloudy eyes narrowing. “Your child is already a menace, you scheming bastard.”

“Well, at least we know where they got that from,” Flamecaller replied with a smirk. “It’s certainly not from my side of the family tree.”

The two males stared each other down, ignoring the sound of clinking glass and pouring liquid until a chilled glass was pressed against the prince’s palm. “Here,” Frostwind murmured, gesturing at the glass with the point of his chin. “Bloodfruit juice. He needs some fluids, and the sweetness will give him some much-needed energy.”

Rime clung thickly to the glass from the midwife’s magic, leaving its crimson contents startlingly cold against Storm’s tongue as he took a careful sip from the offered drink. Something shifted heavily around the bottom of the glass, but Win predicted the prince’s question before it even left his lips.

“Moonstone,” he said, sparing Storm a glance. “For the Goddess’s blessing. Mother always swore by it.”

It was such a small thing, but that faint nod to their shared heritage in this foreign land eased a little of the tension from the moon elf’s shoulders. “Thank you,” he mumbled quietly.

Perhaps it was the moonstone’s boon, or perhaps it was Flamecaller’s presence, or perhaps his body had just gotten fed up with the whole process of childbirth, but everything seemed to escalate from that moment. Storm barely had a chance to catch his breath before the next contraction slammed into him, and his claws dug weeping punctures in the prince’s fair skin when the pain grew too much. Soon Frostwind began urging him to push, and he felt the baby’s tiny body shift farther and farther down.

“I can feel the head,” the midwife called up to them after the next contraction, his fingers probing gently into Storm’s straining opening. “You’re making excellent progress, my lord.”

“Just get it out of me,” Storm moaned, exhaustion starting to creep over his features. “Please.”

“That’s all on you, my lord,” Frostwind replied, wiping his hands on the towel the assisting midwife handed him. “Keep pushing, and we’ll meet them soon enough.”

“I’m already fucking pushing!” the laboring elf practically wailed, the dome of his belly almost impossibly tight from the near-constant waves of contractions.

“Shhh,” Flamecaller whispered, pulling his lover against his chest and cradling him close. “You’re doing great. It won’t be long until our baby’s here, my beloved tempest.”

“I hate you,” Storm grumbled, unwanted tears soaking into the prince’s fine shirt. “You godsdamned bastard. You did this to me. Hells, I’m never gonna let you touch me again.”

“I hate you too,” Flamecaller replied, but the spoken words didn’t at all line up with the obvious tenderness coloring his voice as he ran a pale hand soothingly over his lover’s hair. “But let us save those honeyed words for after the little one comes, alright?”

Swallowing and giving the prince a half nod in response, Storm grasped the chair’s handles and tried to brace himself for the next contraction.

But gods, were they brutal. It felt like a giant fist closed over his womb every time and tried to squeeze all of his insides right out through his cunt.

Everything started to blur together into an endless cycle of pain, cramping, and pushing. The room rang with Storm’s wails, with Frostwind and Flamecaller’s calmer voices adding to the din with their encouragement and soothing tones. But no matter how hard he bore down, the moon elf couldn’t seem to get over that last threshold.

He’d nearly brought the baby to a full crown when panic finally hit him. Wild-eyed and near frantic, the moon elf threw an arm over his face and slumped back in his chair as he desperately gulped down air.

“Don’t stop now!” the midwife called, kneeling expectantly between Storm’s cloth-shrouded knees as if ready to catch the child at any moment. “They’ve stretched you almost as wide as you’ll have to go. Push a little harder, and they should slide right out.”

“I can’t,” the exhausted elf whimpered.

“You can.”

“No, I can’t!” Electricity fizzled around the edges of Storm’s wide-eyed face, his chest heaving for every breath. “I can’t– I can’t do this anymore. Just get the godsdamned baby out of me.”

“If you’ve got the energy to discharge magic like an unschooled child, then you have enough energy to finish giving birth,” Frostwind scolded, his lips turning down in the first frown that either of them could ever remember seeing on his comely face.

“No!”

Warm fingers tucked under the stubborn elf’s chin and turned his face towards Flamecaller. The cocky smile on the prince’s face wasn’t as bright as it usually was, but it still radiated warmth as he met Storm’s eyes. “Focus on me,” he murmured. “I have faith in you. I know how powerful and incredibly stubborn you are, so I know you can do this. You’re already so, so close.” His thumb brushed across the bottom edge of the moon elf’s lip, a gentle caress that spoke of all the things they hadn’t yet said. “In fact, if I reached down right now, I could– I could touch our little one. The one we made, together. The one you’ve carried in your belly for all these months.”

Storm let out a shuddering sigh and gave the faintest of nods.

“But you know what I’d like most, my impetuous Storm?” His fingers slid reverently over the moon elf’s cheek, his magic drawing some of the heat from his lover’s flushed skin. “I want to hold them in my arms and see whether their features take after yours or mine. I want to place them against your chest and watch them suckle from their father for the first time. I want to be able to look upon the purest, most precious gift that anyone’s ever been able to give me and finally understand what it means to have everything.” Flamecaller was the son of a powerful king, and he’d long since learned to mask his thoughts and feelings behind a carefully-cultivated veneer, but at that moment, something akin to vulnerability touched his eyes. “Please, Storm. Let’s meet our baby, hmm?”

The thin body pressed against him relaxed ever so slightly, its owner managing a faint chuckle. “And here I’ve always thought you were a heartless bastard,” the moon elf whispered, leaning into the prince’s touch. “Don’t tell me you’re going soft.”

“Never where you’re concerned,” Flamecaller teased, though further banter immediately ceased as soon as a tell-tale flash of pain skittered across Storm’s face.

“Save the bedroom talk for later, my lords,” said the midwife, giving Storm’s knee a purposeful pat. “It’s nearly time for you to push again.”

It didn’t happen during that contraction or even the contraction after that. But on the third grueling clench of his overtaxed womb, the moon elf gripped the handles of his birthing chair and filled the room with a fierce shout that threatened to shake the very rafters. The sound abruptly ended, leaving behind a silence that seemed eager to be broken.

And just like that, it was.

The mewling squall of a newborn filled the gap left by its father’s voice, reedy yet somehow still quite angry, as if its owner couldn’t believe the impertinence of being forced out into this cold, unfamiliar place. “It’s a boy!” Frostwind called out, cradling the tiny heir to the sun elf kingdom in his arms. The hall was immediately filled with shouts of unmistakable joy and congratulations, accompanied by footfalls as runners took off to deliver the news throughout the palace.

“Let me see him,” Storm mumbled, slumped tiredly against the chair. Everything hurt, and everything leaked, but somehow it didn’t seem to matter anymore. All that mattered was the tiny gray-skinned child in Frostwind’s arms, a shock of pale hair plastered to his oblong head while his wrinkled little body flailed.

The midwife nodded, expertly winding a soft cloth around the babe’s body before handing him over to Flamecaller. The slick cord still trailed from his belly, and his skin was streaked with gods-knew-what, but somehow he was still perfect.

“A son,” the prince whispered in barely-concealed wonder. “You’ve given me a son.”

“I’ve given us a son,” Storm chided, though there was only a hint of the usual edge to his voice. “If you think I’m going to go through all that and then just walk away from him, you’ve got another damned thing coming.”

“Fine, you’ve given us a son.” Placing the baby gently against the moon elf’s chest, Flamecaller let his hand linger, stroking his fingers along the newborn’s back. “But I’d hate for him to be an only child. Does this mean–?”

Someone let out a polite cough, and they looked down to find Win staring at them with one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. “I expect you to wait at least four to six weeks, gentlemen.”

“For what?”

Flamecaller burst out laughing, which startled the baby into another bout of displeased sounds just as horrified realization spread across Storm’s face. The moon elf’s mortified voice added to the cacophony as he leveled a string of scathing curses at the now-grinning midwife and the prince alike, all while the news of this joyous occasion spread across the capital city like wildfire.

And somewhere, the Goddess smiled.

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carmendei-agere · 2 months

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aaa fellow regressor albedo enjoyer!!! could i hear some of your hcs for him? and who do you think would be his cg? :D

YES YES YES!! BABY BEDO!!

Requested by anonymous!

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-Without a doubt, his main caregiver is Kayea. (Kaeya also regresses too, but usually leans towards being a cg, only regressing because of stress.)

-Headspace around 0-2, he's just an ACTUAL baby. he'll chew on anything he gets his hands on, which tends to just be pens or pencils. He knows not to actually eat them. (He also knows NOT to try do alchemy work when regressed/drink the potions.

-Wears diapers when regressed- as a source of comfort. Because he is a synthetic human- he didn't experience a childhood, and finds the concept of a childhood to be something that can be "recreated". In this sense, Albedo sees regression as a way to "create new memories" and not just a stress response.

-Prefers pacifiers over teethers- he has one pacifier that Kaeya's made him, and he adores it! He has a few stuffed animals of wildlife, too.

-Artistic baby! Although he ends up just doodling with crayons, he finds it really fun- and will often just sit on Kaeya's lap and draw for HOURS.

-If he's not doodling, he's 'helping' Kayea with anything he needs assistance with. There's been a few instances of Kaeya just holding Albedo on his hip like an infant, just doing stuff around the house, and this often results in Albedo falling asleep.

-If he's regressed and Kaeya's not around, however? Barbara, Jean and Rosaria know about his headspace, so he's not really without a caregiver. Jean will bring Albedo to Lisa, Barbara is just a babysitter, and will be more than happy to play with him for a while. and Rosaria will just bring Albedo to Diluc.

-Albedo LOVES being read to- even if some of the "big" words fly over his head. It makes him feel extra tiny.

-he actually ADORES being all tucked into bed, especially if he was bottlefed before (which he also loves). He crawls nearly everywhere, or toddles in situations where he can't crawl (public, ect).

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jewishdragon · 2 months

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For Yonah and/or Sophia:

1, 3, 13, and 19!

you got it!

Was your OC influenced or inspired by any particular fictional character(s) when you made them?

Ok so both Yonah and Sophia are explicitly based on characters from The Enchanted Forest Chronicles

Princess Sophia started off as basically a clone of Princess Cimorene except instead of tall and pale skinned she's short and dark skinned. The only difference was Sophia liked being a princess (though i made it better to be one), she was just not good at it, acted out, etc (turned out i gave her The Autism and ADHD without realizing it). sophia's personality has developed a lot since her inception and she's no longer a cimorene clone but that is how she started.

She's also based on the prince from EFC book 1 who was cursed to be a half-stone statue. basically he was made of stone but could still move. Sophia has a similar curse but it turns her into glass (they have figured out a way to temporarily disable this for about 4hrs at a time)

and instead of being kidnapped by a dragon she's kidnapped by a giant wizard.

which brings us to Yonah! the giant wizard! He is not an as much of a clone of an enchanted forest chronicles character as sophia was... but he's REALLY similar to Brandel the fire witch who lives in a tower in a swamp. wants to be left alone (very shrek vibes )

as Yonah is a half-giant half-fire witch who lives in a tower in a magical forest. also got some shrek vibes. remember one of the firsts scene in shrek? where he tells a group of soldiers that he's not a giant so he doesnt grind bones into bread, but had a bunch of other specific threats involved turning body parts into food? yonah also wouldnt do that but only bc that's too much work but uhhh he aint above biting of limbs >.> he is an EVIL giant after all! Hire him to pillage a town or something :D

3. What genre would your OC do badly in but it would be hilarious or interesting to watch?

My OCs being designed to be genre savvy would probably be hilarious in most genres since ideally they'd be adapted to be savvy for them! But let's say they arent savvy in other genres. Their source genre is farcical fairytale/fantasy so they'd not be great at horror or romance XD they'd be ok in SciFi. 13. What Pokémon would be on your OC’s team and/or what would be their preferred type?

I HAVE SOMETHING BETTER THAN LISTS I HAVE ART OF THIS

Yonah and sophia as gym leaders/elite four/frontier brains. art by @fedoraqueen

Sophia's team is Forest Themed: the largest lycanroc (her starter), Trevenant, Shamin (does not battle), Shroomish, Usaring, Stantler

Yonah's team is Mage/magic themed (sort of): Mismagius, Bewear, Aloan Marowak (shiny), Alakazam, and Snivvy (his starter, who he named Sophia, does not fight)

his Bewear is NOT short, yonah is FUCKING TALL.

19. If your OC was in Star Trek’s Starfleet, what would be their role/position? Or, if that doesn’t really fit your OC: why would they get kicked out of Starfleet? Yonah is Science and Sophia would basically be asexual!beckett mariner from lower decks (parents are an admiral/captain and while she willingly joined starfleet she was forced to go into command and there are high expectations and she CANNOT get kicked out even if she acts reckless and disobeys orders)

Also in most AUs/alt versions of these characters taht arent in a fairytale world, Yonah was Sophia's babysitter rather than her evil captor. (they still are obviously best friends tho, yonah would have been like 12 when he started babysitting a 5 year old sophia, so once Sophia is an adult they are besties)

#OC asks #OC ask meme #ask meme #speaking from the dead #i remember that was MY OLD ASK TAG OMG

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SFW alphabet (dream x reader)

a/n: y'all. this is like 1.2k words don't let it flop pls I'm begging u

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Dream would be very affectionate and show it a lot.it could be physical like a soft neck kiss or it could be something like getting flowers for you because he wants you to feel luved.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The most supportive person you’ll meet in your lifetime. He is a great and reliable friend. He’s also very fun to be around. You would probably bump into each other in a grocery store or meet through streaming.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh boy, he does. Clings onto you like a panda on a bamboo branch and just. Stays there. Loves when you’re both chilling and you are lying on his shoulder or his head in your lap.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think he wouldn’t be very neat but he is as good as Gordon Ramsay when it comes to cooking. You always blame it on him when you gain weight and he laughs saying the squishier the better and feeding you again. He’d be the best dad ngl

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be mature about it. He would meet you in person and explain his reasons. He would feel very bad tho

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He likes to take it slow but he is very committed and when both of you are sure of settling down, he would take it a step further.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle in both aspects. The way he holds you is so soft and also he never rushes you into anything, and is very understanding. Soft boi vibes

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Why do I feel like dream would give the best bear hugs? He just engulfs you and doesn’t let go, you find his hugs extremely comforting.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Again, he doesn’t rush into it. He says it after a few months where he just knows you are the one.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I wouldn’t say he’s very jealous but when he does get jealous PDA PDA PDA MAJOR PDA

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are very soft and tender and so full of love. He loves kissing your plush lips till they are swollen. He loves when you kiss him on the cheeks :))))

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He was BORN to be a dad/babysitter. He’s a natural when it comes to kids, and every kid he interacts with end up loving him a lot. You often fantasize about your own kids teehee

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

I think he’s a night owl and prefers waking up late so mornings are usually calm and groggy. But sometimes you wake him up earlier to try a morning routine which ends up being a cozy and productive morning.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Again, he is a night owl imo so you eventually get used to a routine where you go to bed late. When he stays up too late, you make him a cup of some herb tea and drag him to bed where he falls asleep immediately in your embrace.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s not very secretive. He wouldn’t hide anything from you and often would tell you funny stories from his childhood or something. He doesn’t reveal everything at once; that could be overwhelming. Let’s just say it takes time but not because it’s a secret, but to keep interests fresh and have things to talk about.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It’s hard to make him angry, especially if it’s you (he has a soft spot for you). But sometimes in relationships tension builds and you end up having small arguments which you resolve after.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything. That bag you saw literally once and commented on it? He remembered and got it for you. Your mom’s birthday? He calls her before you do (your mom adores dream like c’mon who wouldn’t). your fav candle scent? Of course, he knows. You’ve been eyeing those Ikea candles.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably when he asked you out. He was so anxious because he thought you didn’t like him back but everything turned out well :333

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective of you. If you’re in an Uber, he always asks for a location just in case. But he is not controlling, he just likes knowing that you are safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dream knows a relationship works both ways and that is why he always puts the same amount of effort you do, if not more. He doesn’t go overboard but he likes seeing a smile on your face when he cleans up that clothing rack you didn’t have time to organize. Or when you are happy because he did something special for your anniversary.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Overworking himself. He would sometimes become distant because he’s working a lot, but thankfully you’re patient and never judge or scold him for it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Dream is aware that he is pretty attractive and he keeps it up. He does skincare (when you force him to) and dresses neatly. That’s pretty much I think lol.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesye-

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Dream’s favourite date with you is ordering sushi and watching some drama just for the laughs of it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like when people lie. He always tries to be as honest as possible, unless he didn’t like that dress you bought. Then he would take that secret to the grave.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He loves sleeping with his teddy bear (aka u) and he bought a bunch of 1 ft techno plushes and they are all also on his bed at all times.

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