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churipu · 1 month

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SURPRISE COOKIES FOR MAMA 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. nanami kento x female! reader

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. both of you have a three year old daughter, broken conversations from your daughter bcs she's a kiddo, i'm leaving all of you to name your daughter.

note. midterm week, i'm going to try uploading, but if i don't, just know that it's not me ignoring my wips or you. love you all mwah <33

"this me!" (daughter) pointed at an old picture of . . . a young you with a blue thin strap floral sun dress posing cutely in front of the camera — a big smile on your face, showing off your pearly whites, "i pretty."

nanami who had his back leaning on the couch could only muster out a soft chuckle, he had his hand on the young girl's small waist to hold her up right; preventing a tumble or two, "that's mama. she looks lovely, doesn't she?"

(daughter) craned her head up to face nanami, her e/c doe eyes blinking, ears unbelieving that the portrait was her mother, "mama? no, this me! i so pretty," she pointed her chubby finger towards the portrait, which is undeniably almost as big as she is.

"mhm, that's mama," nanami caressed his daughter's head lovingly, "you do look a lot like mama, you know?" he whispers, eyeing the portrait (daughter) had laying on her small lap.

half a decade ago — nanami told himself that he isn't fit to be a family man; he swore the both of you talked about kids, and how you'd both wait at least until later on into the marriage. but (daughter) was a surprise pregnancy, and the best thing that has ever happened to the both of you.

"this no mama, this me papa," (daughter) pouts, her soft lips puckering out slightly.

nanami used his free hand to flip the photo album, showing a picture of (daughter) as a newborn. a pink colored bandana around her small head, eyes shut in content, "this is you the day you were born," he cooed out, letting his daughter take in the picture.

what a bundle of joy she is. nanami remembered every second he spent inside the delivery room by your side — letting you dig your fingers inside his flesh, because he knew the pain that you were going through at that moment couldn't compare to anything else that he was feeling. all he cared about was you and his daughter.

"this me?" (daughter)'s meek voice resounds. nanami nodded, eyes gazing into his daughter's doe ones, "i so pretty."

nanami smiled warmly, "yes, you are pretty, just like mama," he compliments; pinching her chubby cheeks gently, "it still surprises me how you're an exact copy of your mama . . ." he pats her head, his palm engulfing her whole head.

(daughter) nods her head vigorously, "mama and me twins!" she cheers happily, kicking her feet.

the male chuckles, "mhm, twins," he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up — standing as he puts the picture album on top of the coffee table that sat in the middle of your living room, "mama's coming home soon."

"we take cookies out of cooler, papa," (daughter) pats her father's cheeks gently before wrapping an arm around his neck to hook herself close to nanami, "warm for mama."

nanami vaguely remembered the day he passed by a baking class near his office. where he first saw you, holding onto a young boy's hand — no younger than six years of age, guiding him to whisk what seemed to be cake batter. he stood out of the glass pane, staring into the class for at least the next three minutes out of his twenty-four hours just to look at you.

he thought you looked pretty (and the display cake looked pretty as well, but that was besides the point).

but he never saw you again until three months later at the same place, and you noticed him. surprising. considering he was staring yet again for the second time. but he didn't think that you'd go out your way to talk to him right at that moment — and he was thankful you did.

"mhm, we're going to warm it up for mama," with ease, nanami opened the cooler and grabbed a plate of messily made classic chocolate chip cookies wrapped with saran wrap. (daughter) contributed to most of the procedure, and nanami thought it was the third most beautiful thing besides you and her. he's a proud dad.

the process of warming the cold cookies was short — with (daughter) prepped on top of the counter, with nanami's arms right by her sides. the two of them smiling at each other in silence, waiting for the oven to let out the satisfying 'ding!', hopefully before you came through the door.

unfortunately, things don't always go the way he wanted. and there you were, with your usual (color) coat slung over your arm, heaving out an exhausted sigh, mumbling out a soft, "i'm home."

(daughter)'s head turn to face the door, eyes widening in panic as she then faced nanami, "mama home, papa," she whispers, covering her mouth to hold back a loud giggle.

nanami nuzzled his nose into hers, "want to go hide from mama?"

the young girl nods her head, almost immediately wrapping her arms around her father's neck, "go go go, papa, hide, hide!" she whispers, giggling as she fit her small face into the crook of nanami's neck.

nanami laid a hand behind his daughter's head, he passed by you who had just walked through the short hall leading towards the living room, sending out a slight signal through his eyes as he walks into (daughter)'s sage colored room. he laid the young girl down onto the rugged floor, "go go, hide from mama."

the girl wasted no time scurrying under her bed, giggling softly. on the other hand, nanami walked out of her room with a small smile, approaching you.

"something smells good," you greet the male, opening your arms for a hug. i mean — what else do you need after a long day of work besides a warm hug from your husband?

nanami's arms felt like a blanket engulfing your body, he buckled his knees slightly to press a short kiss on your lips, "(daughter) has your baking abilities, 'm not surprised. good day at work?"

you nod, "tiring day, a boy spilt heavy cream all over the floor and his mother blamed us for it," nanami's face hardened a bit after hearing your story, "she practically went on a cursing spree in front of the kids, the cops had to restrain her."

the male grazed his finger on your cheek, "i'm sorry about that, she didn't hurt you, did she?"

you shook your head, "no worries, where's my baby, hm?"

nanami pinched your nape gently, "she wanted to surprise you with her cookies, she's in her room hiding. go see her and i'll be there with the cookies, yes?"

"you're too nice to me," you jokingly said.

"just to you," he rolled his eyes, brushing his lips over the hollow of your nose, "go, go. she's waiting for you."

you pulled yourself away from his embrace, putting your coat on top of the kitchen's counter before sauntering over to (daughter)'s room, knocking on her door. which resulted in an indubitable string of laughter from your own blood and flesh from under the bed, "baby? where're you?"

her soft and hushed giggles didn't stop when you step inside her room, "are you . . ." you pretended to open the closet, "here!"

and (daughter) stifled back a laugh when you failed to find her. and the next attempt, you squat down to eye under the bed, "there you are," her loud laughs finally chimed out, "give mama a hug, please?"

the young carbon copy of you crawled out from under the bed, immediately rushing to your lap to give you a warm hug, "i miss mama . . ." she pressed a kiss to your cheek, "mama miss me?"

you cradled her body back and forth, "mama misses you so much."

"i have surprise for mama," (daughter) abruptly pulled back from the hug, "surprise cookies for mama!"

the scent of chocolate entered your nostrils as nanami walked inside the room with a plate of freshly warmed chocolate chip cookies, "it's not a surprise anymore when you tell mama about it, isn't it?" he asks with a slight chuckle.

"'ts okay, mama still surprised. i bake cookies with papa," (daughter)'s eyes twinkled with happiness when nanami laid the plate down on the floor, "i bake cookies like mama. try try mama!"

and so you did, "'ts so yummy, good job, baby!"

nanami tugged on your arm towards him, slithering an arm around your waist, "'f course she did, you're her mama, y'know?" the male leaned in to place a short kiss to the tip of your nose.

(daughter) shrieks out, "papa cooties!"

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nathaslosthershit · 21 days

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Everyone's Favorite Uncle (TD!OP81)

(Part 6 of Teen Dad [Can be read on its own]) Summary: The 1st time Logan met the Piastri twins and the 3 other times he cemented himself as the favorite honorary uncle. Warnings: Mentions of the 'Tensions Rise' fight. But mostly a whole lot of fluff

1. First Meeting

At 3 months old, the twins hadn’t met anyone who wasn’t family, their parents being extra cautious about bringing them around new people. As expected, these first 3 months as parents had been far from easy for 19 year old Oscar and 18 year old Honey. Especially now that Frances, their daughter, had started teething earlier than usual. Being as it was a painful experience for the newborn, Frances had been non stop crying, causing her brother, Hudson, to cry in return. After days of minimal sleep, the house was a mess and so was everyone in it.

After weeks of asking, Oscar had finally let Logan come over to see the twins. Had he known what the state of his home would be at the time, he probably would have pushed back the visit even more, but Logan refused to let Oscar cancel for something as trivial as a messy house. But he was unprepared for just how messy the home he was entering was going to be.

Fortunately, when Logan had arrived, all seemed well in the house. The twins were awake and not crying, and Honey had gotten a quick power nap in while Oscar tried to clean up the living room. Logan had noticed the lack of energy his long time friend seemed to have when he entered but he had brushed it off as the first few months of fatherhood having drained his energy. They talked for a bit while Honey fed the kids in the other room, all seemed well until…

“Oscar, she is crying again and I just fed and changed her. She isn’t due for a nap either. God, I think it's her teeth again. Can you go get the teething ring? I think it's in the fridge.” Honey asked as she barged into the room, clearly stressed.

Oscar immediately got up to check the fridge while Honey offered a quick hello to Logan. After a few minutes of silence and Oscar making loud banging noises that only made Frances cry harder, he came back in, empty handed.

“It's not there, love. Could you have placed it somewhere else?” He asked, starting to panic as Frances’ cries got louder.

Logan felt awful watching this go down. He knew it wasn’t his fault but guilt ate away at him while he stood there, not knowing what to do.

“Crap, I don’t think I washed it. It may be next to the sink? I'll go wash it while you get the soothing gel. Um… Logan, can you hold her?” Even though Honey had phrased it like a question, Logan realized it was not as she shoved the baby in his hands. Thankfully he had held babies before so he wasn’t so helpless, but this pressure to not hurt the screaming child did make him shake a little.

Sitting down on the couch, he readjusted the baby in his arms, starting to sway her as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He watched as his two friends hurried off while he noticed Frances starting to quiet down. Minutes later when both parents barged in, they witnessed magic. Their previously fussy daughter was now cooing and giggling while in the arms of their long time friend.

“How?” Honey asked, too shocked to get out a full sentence.

“I-I don’t know she just stopped crying and started staring at me.” Logan replied with the same amount of shock in his voice.

“You are a miracle worker.” Oscar said. At this, Logan looked up at the two teen parents, taking in their disheveled states. He would have laughed if it wasn’t so sad.

An idea came to his head.

“You two go clean yourselves and rest a little, I’ll watch her. Maybe bring Hudson in so I can meet him as well.” Logan demanded. He wouldn’t have used such a commanding tone if he didn’t think they would fight him on this. As much as they needed the extra time to themselves, they were far too humble, maybe even stupid, to ask for help.

With a few quick ‘are you sure' and ‘you are a lifesaver’, the two parents slowly backed out of the room after bringing their son in.

They got two hours to shower and nap before it was time to take their kids back from Logan.

The twins might have been too young to realize it at the time, but this was the moment he became everyone’s favorite uncle, especially Honey and Oscar’s.

2. First words

Ever since Logan had met the twins a year ago, he had frequented the Piastri household to see the family. It was Valentine's day and Logan, having no plans or someone to spend it with, had stepped up to offer to babysit so the two parents could get a break. While he was happy to watch the kids, he also had ulterior motives for visiting.

For the past few months, ever since the twins turned 1, Oscar had been stressing about how long it was taking them to say their first words. Honey was less stressed than her boyfriend, as she knew she took much longer than most kids to say her first words and ended up fine, but it was getting to the point where she started to get a little cautious. What they didn’t know was that for the past few months Logan had been trying to throw his name into the mix. While Oscar tried to sound out the word “Dada'', and Honey pushed “Mama”, Logan had secretly been trying to get them to saw “LoLo”. He had gotten a ‘Lo’ from Hudson so far but he still wasn’t satisfied.

“Don’t worry, I have done this so many times already. Go out and have a reasonable amount of fun, two kids is enough for you both for now.” Logan joked as he started pushing Honey and Oscar out of their own house. He didn’t feel the need to sit through a 45 minute lecture he had been given far too many times already.

Once they had left, Logan began his master plan. While he changed, fed, changed again, washed, and played with the twins, he kept repeating “LoLo” hoping they would finally bite and say it. Sadly though, there was nothing but the usual gibberish from the two.

He felt defeated as he opened the door to Oscar and Honey, who had clearly had a fun night as they came stumbling in. The kids were still up as they had napped late and Honey wanted to put them to bed once she got home.

“Thank you SO much Logan. You are a gift from God as usual.” Honey slurred as she went to change, leaving Oscar and Logan alone to talk.

As Logan packed up to head to his apartment, Oscar said hello to his kids. Just as he walked out the door, Logan heard a very clear and very distinct “LoLo” from behind him. As he turned around, he was met with Hudson reaching out to him and a completely stunned Oscar holding the one year old.

Realizing he had been caught, Logan entered fight or flight mod.

“Logan, what have you done?” Oscar asked in a stern tone.

“Nothing”

“Logan, talk.” Oscar had really mastered the Dad voice, he realized. Logan was a 20 year old man, he didn’t need to explain shit, but he still crumpled as Oscar looked at him.

“For the past few months I have been trying to teach your children to say “LoLo”. They hadn’t said it yet, I swear, this was the first time.” He rambled as if he was a kid that had been found with his hand in the cookie jar.

Oscar mentally facepalmed at the confession.

“Alright. Fine. I am mad but I will be even more upset if Honey finds out. Under no circumstances can she know that you did this, or that your name was her son’s first word. Got it?”

Without saying a word, Logan saluted the Australian in front of him and quickly left the household, shaking off the fear Oscar instilled in him but also thrilled he had been Hudson’s first word.

3. Logan saves the day

Hudson and Frances had been sick for the past week due to a virus they had caught at a playdate. Sadly, as the three year olds got better, their parents got worse.

As Oscar and Honey tried to push through the day, they became miserable due to the fact they couldn’t shake this virus off and that it was a beautiful day out that their kids had to miss out on because their parents were stuck inside. But after both twins gave their best puppy dog eyes to their father, pleading to go out, Oscar had no choice but to call in reinforcements.

45 minutes later, Logan had both twins in the backseat of his car as he drove to the nearest ice cream parlor.

Two hours, some big scoops of ice cream, and one park visit later, Logan carried two sleeping toddlers in his arms as he reentered the Piastri home.

4. Distractions

(This takes place during Tensions Rise so if you haven’t read it yet, I would advise you do so)

Wanting to give Honey a moment to collect herself, Logan walked the twins to his driver’s room where he had a very comfortable couch he knew they would fall asleep fast on. He gave them water and tucked them under some extra blankets he had and right before he got up to leave he heard Frances speak up.

“Lolo, does daddy not love us?” the three year old girl asked.

“Franny, why would you think that? Of course he does.” Logan did not feel equipped to have this conversation and started to panic, wondering if he should call for Honey.

But he knew she needed a bit of space.

“He didn’t have breakfast with us when he said he would and he made mommy cry outside when he didn’t come.” Hudson answered for his sister.

Logan took a deep breath as he tried to come up with some kind of answer.

“Me and Osc- your dad’s jobs are hard and take up a lot of time. Sometimes things happen and plans change, but that doesn’t mean he loves you any less. Everytime he is traveling for work, he is always showing me pictures of you guys and telling stories. That is all he talks about!” Logan said, putting smiles on the two twin’s faces. “You know, when he and your mom found out they were having twins, I was one of the first people he told. We were teammates and he had such a big smile on his face during a team meeting that I forced him to tell me. Ever since then I knew he loved you both so much. Even if he hasn’t been around too much, I have no doubt he adores the two of you.”

With that, he gave the two kids a kiss on the forehead as he walked out of the room, hoping to cheer up their mother as much as he had helped them.

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chiquititaosita · 4 months

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⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ daycare/ girl dad! gojo hcs ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡

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- send help for this man immediately

-he’s super fucking attached that his baby is going to daycare

-he cried taking her there and waited in the parking lot crying for two hours.

-you and him are nervous but are super excited about it

- y’all even have baby girl in the most adorable outfits!

- always checking on the online documentation on the infant teachers. And asking about incident reports “which baby did it?!”

- the minute she plays with the other babies that are girls she always sharing, however if it’s a boy she pushes them out of the way.

- during missions sometimes he takes babygirl out with them. and literally says to his students. “Yep, I made this pet sperm.”

-“correction she is the boss, not me. She’s my twin..”

-holds her in the baby carrier. “sorry we got dance class!- Megumi you’re in charge.” runs off speeding with babygirl in arms

- one day he brought babygirl into daycare with a uncoordinated outfit and messy pig tails because she was not having it. Even having a diaper on backwards “sorry ladies I’m really color blind.” He fucking lied.

-he’s also happy for milestones

- pick up time he always gets her before closing. 2:30 to be the earliest. The latest 4:00 “Hi my love bug!!” He’ll exclaim and there your daughter will be having the biggest smile on her face. The baby HATES being there till closing.

- he’s super happy now that he gets art from his little princess. “My baby is an artist.” He lets out a fake tear.

- when he gets baby girls clothes that are from outfit changes he gags. Yet he kills curses for a living. How is thiS GROSSING HIM OUT.

- always takes his time for the baby.

-when you come home from work. And you see the baby girl. You’re so eager to hug your baby. But baby girl is already saying. “Dada!!” And you just feel jealous but happy she’s saying words and babbling

- then picks up the baby. And dances with her. “Cha cha cha - cha!” Oh little girl laughs like an angel

-spitting image of gojo with your personality

- cried the first time when you took the baby to the newborn class. because his paternity leave was over.

-always gags at diaper changes even though he kills curses for a living.

- “why is her poop black?”

-“ because she was just born.” His eyes are in shock. he even grabs the baby on the stroller, and is actually good at doing hair.

- always loves seeing pictures and videos of his baby. Even some with his two only girls in his life.

-“mama dada.” Were her first two words

- babysitting with the students jujustu tech, it’s hilarious.

-“what does she want?!” Yuji will scream panicking and crying with the baby, because the baby is screaming for a nap.

“Bottle?” Nobara will be trying to make a bottle of formula, and then scream beginning to bite the two of them. Even when diaper changes.

-“check her diaper.” So Megumi bring the good big brother he is finds out it’s a diaper rash.

“WE DIDNT KNOW!!” Actually Megumi knew he just wanted to watch his friends suffer. Never will you let them babysit only under nanami’s supervision. Y/n will sigh. “It’s alright, she’ll be okay.” You hug your baby girl.

Meanwhile in the toddler stage… that’s for part two

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justmeinadaze · 23 days

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We're A Family Part 24 (Steddie X You)

A/N: So I am calling this the final part just because it IS the final part of the main story but I'm not done with this little family. I still have a few ideas for them so it won't be the last we see.

Warnings: Dads SteddieX Mom Fem Y/N, SMUT of the passionate tender variety that comes with these three, No real ANGST, Dylan going off to college and the three parents here dealing with that. Some flashbacks of Dylan and the reader struggling with Charlie.

The biggest feels here will come along with anyone who has experienced empty nest syndrome so be aware of that.

FLUFF, The guys talk a lot about how much they love their son and vice versa <3.

Word Count: 4965

Good Neighbors/ We're a Family

Your eyes run along newborn Dylan’s little sleeping face as his tiny hand holds your finger. Charlie had passed out long ago, curled up on the makeshift bed as he softly snored. They could be twins.

“I’m glad you’re finally here. Your daddy and I have been so excited to meet you.”, you coo in a gentle tone. “I promise, baby, you are going to have the best life. I’ll do anything I can to protect you and make you happy just like my dad did. I wish you could have met him. He would have adored having a grandson.”

Your voice cracks as tears sting your eyes at the thought. Dylan wiggles a bit in your hold as if he was getting more comfortable as his head turned towards your chest.

Tilting down, you tenderly kiss his forehead and inhale his baby smell.

“I love you so much.”

***

“Hey, sit your little butt down.”, Eddie teases as he lightly tugs on Aurora’s skirt, ushering her to sit beside him.

“But then I can’t see Dylan!”

“Thankfully the ceremony hasn’t started yet so there’s nothing for you to see.”

Vivian chuckles above him as Ro sticks out her tongue and the metalhead does the same.

“She’s definitely got some personality.”

“Yeah, she gets that from her mother.”, Steve jokes as he shifts James in his lap while the little boy continues to play with the man’s tie.

You smile his way but quickly focus back on the students in their seats on the lawn a feet away from the bleachers your family was sitting on. Dylan was laughing with his friends around him and occasionally winking at Daisy from her seat down the way. God, he had picked up way too much from Eddie.

This was a lot harder than you thought it would be. It felt like you were just holding him in arms feeding him a bottle and now suddenly he’s graduating high school. In a week he would be in a completely new state and living his own adult life.

Why did he have to grow up so fast?

The feeling of fingers brushing your hair behind your ear brought you back to realty before you were being pulled to Steve’s side.

“I know, baby. I know.”

A ringed hand encapsulated your own as Eddie kissed the back of it and didn’t let go till the end of the ceremony. Feeling little hands play with your hair, you tilt your head back to see Brody beaming wide before giggling and kissing your forehead.

“Yeah, he’s been doing that lately and we can’t figure out why.”, Vivian’s new boyfriend explained as he lifted him onto his lap.

An accountant, this man was definitely different from Charlie which having been a partner to him as well you understood why she would go down that route. Eddie and Steve liked him even though the metalhead would tease him from time to time when he got a bit too excited when talking about numbers. You and Dylan made sure to remind him that he was the exact same when it came to D&D and he immediately shut up.

“Ed here used to hug people when he was a toddler. Pure strangers, he would just run to them and give ‘em a hug.”, Wayne chimed in making Steve chuckle at the thought.

Your mom and Mrs. Harrington weren’t able to make it to the ceremony due to previous commitments they were unable to squeeze out of but Kierra promised to record everything which she did with her phone held high in the air. Wayne and Mrs. Harrington were honestly surprised Dylan wanted them there.

“They’re my grandparents to. Why wouldn’t I want them there?”

Steve’s mom cried when he told her and Eddie’s uncle turned into the equivalent of goo as he blushed.

Even after the months that had passed, your son followed through with not having Charlie there, the three of you sitting with him in his room as he made the call. He texted you after asking if it would be ok to swing by at least before he left for college and you told him you were ok with that.

Everyone quieted down as the principal walked across the stage and began the graduation ceremony.

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Your eyes shift between your husband and your four-year-old son as they pick at the food on their plates. Charlie’s fingers moved quickly along his phone and it killed you. You hated that thing and how much time he spent on it.

“Baby?”

“Hm.”

“Charles.”

“What, Y/N?”, he snaps.

“Why don’t you put your phone down, huh?”

“I’m talking to my boss.”

“Ok. Can he not wait until after dinner?” When he ignores you, your worried eyes glance towards Dylan whose wide observant ones immediately focused back down on his plate. “Charlie, come on. I’m asking for one hour.”

“Jesus.”, he whines as he slams down his device making you and your son jump. “I’m dealing with a big important thing for work…to make us money…for you and Dylan but sure! Let me put everything on the back burner! How was your day, honey?”

Throwing a scowl his way, you try to ignore his sarcasm but he persists.

“No, hey. My phones away, let’s talk! No? Ok, hey, Dil. How was your day?!” Without saying a word, your son gets up and runs to his bedroom. “Well that’s great.”

“What do you expect when you talk to him like that? Why is it so hard for you to be here and present with your family?”, you hiss.

“What the fuck do you want from me, Y/N?! Do you want this fucking roof over your goddamn heads?! That cost money, baby! Whatever. I’m fucking done with this conversation.”

Your jaw tightens as you listen to him get up, grab his jacket, and slam the front door as he leaves.

***

“Dylan? Weirdo, are you ok?” Your heart breaks when he doesn’t answer, pressing his little face further into his pillow. Sighing, you climb in beside him and run your fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry, baby. Daddy didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”

Rolling over, he wraps his arms around you and you rest your head on his as you hold him tightly.

“Daddy’s always angry.”

“But never at you, Dylan. He loves you so much.”

“And you?”

“Does daddy love me? Yeah, honey, of course.”

“Den why he so mad all da time?”

You genuinely had no idea how to answer that question as you kissed his forehead. Your brain began to wonder as you thought about what would be best. Divorce popped in occasionally but you immediately shook away the notion. You and Charlie both lost your dads. You didn’t want that for him.

You can make this work. Maybe there’s something you could do to get the man you fell in love with back so the three of you could be happy.

***

Dylan excitedly runs in your direction but Aurora and James cut his parents off as they get to him first. The boy effortlessly picks them up with each arm and Steve grins as he takes a picture.

“I’m free!”

“We’re so proud of you, babe.”, Vivian praises as she kisses his cheek before Brody does the same making your son laugh.

“Very proud.”, Wayne smiles, thrown off when Dylan places his siblings down and gives the man a hug. Eddie chuckles through his teeth as his uncle lightly smacks his chest before wrapping his arms around the boy.

“How dare you make me feel old.”, Kierra playfully scolds as she kisses his face.

“A high school graduate and on your first go around!”, the metalhead jokes as he leans in for a hug. “You’re amazing, kid.”

“I guess I can’t call you ‘little man’ anymore.”, Steve says as he takes the boy in his arms.

“You still can and you can never stop calling me ‘weirdo’.”, Dylan replies gesturing towards you.

“You’re always going to be my little weirdo.”

He softly smiles as he bends to embrace you allowing you to circle your arms around his neck as he lifts you off your feet.

“I love you, mom. Thank you for everything.”

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A seven-year-old Dylan clings to your neck as you hold him to you against the wall of the pool at the apartment complex. Eddie insisted he could beat Steve in a race and the former swimmer promptly took the challenge.

“1! 2! 3! GO!”, your son shouted, giggling as both men splashed water everywhere as they took off.

“I told you!”, Steve gloated as he beat the metalhead effortlessly. “You went to school with me. You should have known better.”

Eddie pants as he finally reaches the wall beside you.

“Jesus, I need to stop smoking.”

You and Dylan laugh at him as the other boy pulls his body out of the pool and leans down to take the small boy from you.

“I’m starving. Munson is buying dinner since he sucks—lost—I mean lost.”

Scowling his way, the long-haired man helps you out of the water and wraps a towel around your body.

When you four make it back to the apartment, Steve sighs as he realizes he has a couple of missed calls.

“It’s from the store. I just need one minute.”

Dylan’s head hangs as he wraps his towel tighter around him and heads for his bedroom to change. Grabbing his arm, you stop him and move some of the hair that had stuck to his forehead.

“Hey Keith, what’s going on?...You need me to come in…” Eddie’s chocolate eyes watch both of you intensely as you cup your son’s face in your hands. “Ok, well, I’m not free today but if you call Robin she can help today and I can come in tomorrow.”

Your son’s head shot up to look towards Steve as he gave his boss a few more uh huhs before finally turning around and throwing his phone back down on your couch.

“What?”, he asked when he realized you three were watching him. “What’s wrong, little man? Everything ok?”

“Y-You…you don’t have to leave?”

“No? I’m spending the day with you, bud. Why would I even want to leave?”, he chuckled a bit confused. Tears leave the small boy’s eyes as he runs and practically tackles Steve’s legs.

“Thank you.”

“Hey. Go change so you can come back and tell Eddie what you want him to buy you.”, you instructed as you tickle his neck with your finger.

As soon as he disappears, you tackle your arms around his waist and lean your head on his chest.

“Thank you.”

“I’m not quite sure what I did but you’re both welcome.”

Tilting back, you softly press your lips to his.

“Thank you for being you.”

***

After putting Aurora to bed, you stepped outside on to your back porch where Eddie was already into his second cigarette with a beer in his hand. As you sat beside him on the steps, you scanned him over truly taking in how much he had changed in almost 12 years. He looked incredibly handsome in his button up short sleeve shirt and tie with black slacks that Steve insisted he wear to look more formal.

He had his hair pulled back for the ceremony but now it was down around his shoulders. As he brought the cigarette to this lips you couldn’t help but admire his wedding band that blended in perfectly with his other rings.

Visually, he still more or less looked the same with a few new signs of aging in his face and more laugh lines around his eyes but what really shifted was his demeanor. While Eddie always had an air of confidence, he seemed to carry it differently now that he was older. Most of the burdens he held before he no longer had because he was finally genuinely happy. He had everything he could have ever asked for and more.

Silently, he handed you his half-finished cigarette that you eagerly sucked on as he took a sip from the bottle in his hand.

“What are you thinking about?”, you ask as you lean against the rail beside you.

“You.”, he smiles. “Steve. Dylan. Ro. James. My family.”

“Anything in particular?”

His lips pout out slightly as he shakes his head and continues looking off towards the lake.

“When I caught Charlie and Vivian, I remember going off on him and then running out the door. I felt so lost and confused. I didn’t know where to go because I knew if I went home my mom would make me feel bad. I was too embarrassed at the time to go to Kierra’s and I didn’t have any friends I felt comfortable with. I pulled over on the side of the road and sobbed.”

Eddie’s hand reaches out to intertwine with yours making you smile as you glance in the distance was well. You both listened as shoes scooted along the wood, sliding over a chair as Steve exhaled taking a seat. The metalhead lifted his bottle in the air that the other man took and chugged back the remaining liquid.

“If you had told me then that I would be here in this big house where my two other kids are sleeping after seeing Dylan graduate high school and with two men who are not only fabulous husbands and partners but phenomenal dads to a little boy… who just wanted to be appreciated for who he was…”

The metalhead wiped his eyes as the tears began to flow from them both.

“I know…you said once that its easier for me to hold it all in when it comes to him but… Y/N, when his principal said ‘Dylan Munson-Harrington’… it all just hit me. All the memories and the fact that he’s leaving in a week. I mean this kid has been with us since the beginning.”

“Since day one.”, Steve added. “Shit. If you had told us the night before that tomorrow I would open the door to a little boy that would change everything… Y/N, growing up the thought of being a dad scared me but it always felt easy with him.”

“He always wanted to learn and asked me constantly to show him how to play my guitar.”, Eddie laughed. “I remember one of our first conversations was when we came over and I hooked up the video game system. I asked him what kind of games he liked and he just lit up, sweetheart. When he told me Charlie never liked the things he did or played with him he made me think of my dad. Allen was the same way and I didn’t want that for him.”

“And that’s just the beginning. Don’t even get me started on all the other feelings about how he’ll be the first Munson to go to school and get a degree.”, Eddie laughed as he leaned back against Steve’s leg. “I’m so proud of him but I’m really going to fucking miss him.”

“Me to.”

“Me to.”, you add. “Thank you for being you.”

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“Dad? Can I ask you something?”, a twelve-year-old Dylan inquires as Eddie starts to walk past his door after putting his sister to bed.

“Yeah, kid. What’s up?”

“How did you ask a girl out when you were my age?”

“Oof. I had all the girls lined up around the block to date me! Oh, wait, that was Steven.”, he teased making his son laugh. “When I was your age I had this huge crush on a girl in my English class. She was one of the popular kids and I was terrified to say anything. But one day we got paired up for a project and I made her laugh. Just started acting like a total dork and she loved it.”

“So…be funny?”

“I mean, there’s a bit more to it but…” Eddie pauses as he starts to panic, fearful he’s giving the boy the worst advice. “Look, Dylan, my dad wisdom to you? Just be yourself. Steve and I had an ex that was so uptight. She hated that I ‘couldn’t be serious.’ Truth was she didn’t like me for me. Your mom on the other hand loves my nerdy ass and my sense of humor.”

Dylan beams as his dad pulls him in for a hug.

“Can I find out who this girl is? I swear I won’t tell Y/N.”

“It’s, um, I kind of…really like…Daisy.”

Eddie tries to contain his giddiness at his son’s admission. Steve had called it a long time ago and you had mentioned how cute he seemed to get every time Daisy would come over.

“Dude, come on. She definitely likes you for you. I see you make her laugh all the time and listen to her when she seems upset. You offered to help her with school. You’re a good dude.”

“But what if she only wants to be friends?”

“Then that’s ok to and you know no matter what the three of us will be here with pizza and beer to cure your heartache.”

“Mom won’t let you give me beer!”, Dylan chuckles.

“Meh, you’re right. Ok, Steve and I will sneak you into the bar then.”

***

It was so soft you barely felt it at first, both their lips kissing and sucking on either side of your neck. When your eyes fluttered open, you took in the scene before you. Eddie and Steve were pressed against your sides, their arms thrown over your body as palms rubbed along your tummy and chest. There was a neediness behind their subtle movements that had you whimpering as you arched your head back to allow them more access as their mouths opened wider to run their tongues along your skin.

Steve was the first to move, placing his body on top of yours and pulling down his boxers enough to free his cock. As he leaned back on his heels to remove his shirt, the metalhead’s lips mingled with your own, his hand cupping your cheek to keep you facing him. After wrapping your legs around his waist, the other man guided himself into your entrance and Eddie mewled as you heavily exhaled at the feeling.

Steve’s large, soft hand traveled to your breasts, kneading your tits as he rolled his hips at steady pace. When his palm finds your throat, his eyes meet yours and you nod earnestly granting him permission before lightly squeezing it between his fingers.

Jumping to the side, Eddie hastily removes his clothes, stroking his cock at the sight of you both as he crawls back in beside you. Opening your mouth, now desperate to taste him, he accepts your invitation, moaning loudly as your tongue plays with his tip and your head bobs.

Slanting his lower half till he was hovering just above you, Steve thrusts into you harder and faster as his own tongue extends out to help you lick his husband’s length. After readjusting himself, the metalhead clung to the other man’s hair as he pumped his dick down his throat causing him to slightly gag and constrict around him while you clung to Steve’s shoulders smothering your moans against his skin.

It was almost too much as your pussy quivered around him and you came, his palm immediately coming to cover your mouth as he fucked you through your high. Eddie laid back down on his side, tilting his head to kiss the lips of the man he loved as he grunted and his warm release filled you up.

Taking you in his arms, the long-haired boy maneuvered you around until you were on top of him with your back against his chest. You couldn’t help but shiver against his body as he ran his leaking tip through your dripping folds, grazing your clit and making you whine.

As soon as his cock entered you, he set an animalistic pace as his dick slammed into your sensitive spot repeatedly.

“Oh, fu--!”

Eddie’s ring covered hand cut you off, covering your mouth as you started to scream at the sudden feeling of Steve’s tongue flicking your bundle of nerves. Your own hand rested on his as your fingers intertwined with the one he had gripping your stomach.

The way he groaned in your ear, you knew the pretty boy was altering between you and Eddie as he played with your nub and sucked on the other man’s balls. It drove him wild as he pushed against your back, forcing you to sit up as he grabbed both sides of your hips and guided your movements.

Steve’s fingers slid into your mouth, hoping to silence you as he continued pleasuring you both. As you neared your climax, it wasn’t enough and Eddie flipped you over so you could shove your face into the pillow and shout as you fell over the ledge. Lying flat against your back, he held your hands as his forehead leaned against your shoulder warming your skin as he panted.

Grunts filled your ears and with a few more rough thrusts, he emptied inside of you.

You laid there quietly until Steve motioned for you both to follow and guided you two in the shower with him. You allowed them to clean you as you watched them carefully, Eddie closing his eyes as he leaned his head back under the hot water and Steve sighing as he pressed his back against the cold tile.

“I’m proud of you two.” Their heads lifted to look at you as you continued. “He may be the first Munson to go to college but he learned that hard work ethic for you, Eddie. You own your own store and work hard to take care of everyone not just us. Steve, you showed him he could achieve anything he wanted by following your dream and becoming a teacher.”

“My son was always a good kid but because of you two he’s happy. I’m going to miss him but I’m not worried about his future because of everything you both have done for him. I’ll never be able to thank you properly…”

As the tears start to flow arms wrap around you from behind and Steve promptly tugs you both forward as he presses your head to his chest.

“I would hold that thought…we still have two kids left to fuck up.”

You and the man in front of you giggle at Eddie’s comment as the heavy air breaks and you shake your head as you turn around to give him a big hug.

#############

A six-year-old Dylan smiles up at you from his place in bed as he waits for you to tuck him in.

A couple of nights ago, Eddie and Steve had come over to spend time with him when his father bailed and that night you three were intimate in their apartment after he had gone to bed. It had been two days since you saw them and you couldn’t stop thinking about them.

“Mommy? When are we going to hang out wit-wit Eddie and Steve again?”

Softly grinning, you climbed in beside him and he promptly curled up at your side.

“You liked spending time with them?”

“Yeah! Mom, Eddie is-is-is so funny and Steve said he would play basketball wit me. I love them!”

“Oh my goodness!”, you tease as you pull him close and kiss the top of his head. “Yeah, they were fun to hang out with and they told me that you’re an amazing kid.”

He blushes as you smile, turning off his little lamp as you continue to run your fingers through his hair.

“Do you like hanging out wit dem?”

“Yeah, baby, I did.”

“Good cause…you seem…different…around dem…”

“Different how, weirdo?”

“Happy.”

***

James and Aurora clung to Dylan’s neck as their dads finished putting the last remaining boxes in the U-Haul.

“Guys, I’m not going away forever and you know I’ll call you both every day.”

“You promise you’ll come home for Christmas and my birthday?”

“Of course, Ro. Unless you get a boyfriend you’d rather hang out with.”

“I didn’t hear that.”, Steve teases making them laugh.

“Love you, bra-der.”

“I love you to, kid.”

“Ok, guys we have to let Dylan go.” Your voice cracked as you lightly pulled on your daughter’s curls. “Rara, why don’t you and James go watch some TV and I will make you guys lunch in a minute, ok?”

After giving them one last kiss, he drops them to their feet and both kids wave before running inside the house. He grins down at you as you wrap your arms around him and he holds you tightly.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you to, mom.”

The sound of the truck clanging shut pulled you both apart as you kissed his cheek and he playfully whined as he lightly pushed you. Both men shuffled slowly around the corner as they waited for their turn to say goodbye.

Smiling their way, you scooted towards the porch and sat on the steps so they could be alone.

“So, let us know when you get there and that you and Daisy are safe.”

“And if you need anything and I mean anything just give us a call and we’ll fly right over no questions asked.”, Eddie added making Dylan grin.

“I know you would and that’s why you’re my dads.”, he replied. “I don’t remember a whole lot from their marriage but I do remember my mom was always trying to keep it together. Always carrying this burden that she thought I couldn’t see. The first time I ever saw her genuinely smile was that first time you two came over.”

“Daisy and I have been talking these past couple of weeks and she feels bad about leaving her mom here with her dad. It wasn’t until she said it that I realized, I don’t have that problem because I know she’s safe with you.”

“Jesus Christ, kid.”, Eddie chuckled as he tried to hide the tears that had fallen. “Still the fucking kid spy for the CIA or some shit.” Everyone laughed including you even though you couldn’t hear their conversation. “You’ve always been really smart and so fucking kind. I know you always used to say how much you loved that we listened to you and cared about things you were into but you have no idea how much it meant to me when you did that for me. The way you listened to me babble about D & D and guitar—”

“Hey, now, the guitar is awesome.”

“Yeah it is.”, the metalhead grins. “What I’m trying to say is I was always afraid of becoming Allen but you taught me that as a father and a man I could be like Wayne… I love you, kid, and I’m so fucking proud of you.”

He leans in to give his son a hug and you smile as you picture the small kid that played video games with him 24/7. The young boy that ran into Eddie’s arms after his talent show where he had taught him to play the guitar. The little boy who in his most terrifying moment called the metalhead first to come help him because he felt safe with him.

“I know I can be a bit overprotective but…”, Steve laughed breathily as they beamed at him. “…Like Ed said, you were such a good kid and I hated, fucking hated, when Charlie would hurt you. No one ever stood up for me when I was growing up. I was always alone in our big house and anytime my dad was an asshole I just kind of absorbed it. I didn’t want that for you…any of you three. I knew I wanted my kids to have a happy home where they felt safe coming to me. Dylan, you were my son before you even started calling me dad. Even if you had decided to keep your last name and kept calling him dad, you would still be our son. I love you to, little man.”

As they embrace and your oldest begins to cry against his shoulder, you see the six-year-old that clung to Steve when he was in the hospital sick with a fever. The small boy who stood down an adult like Mr. Harrington and scolded him for being rude to “his daddy”. The young man who held him tightly as his own biological parent broke his heart and he listened to the man he now saw as his father defend and protect him.

“Ok, ok. Come on. You have to go. Daisy is waiting for you.” Steve lifts the boys head and wipes his tears with his thumbs as they both grin at him comfortingly. “And you’re right by the way. She is safe with us. Nothing bad is going to happen to Y/N or your siblings, ok?”

Nodding, he gives you one final wave as he hops into the truck and slowly begins driving down the road.

“Are you ok?”, you ask as you come up behind them.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You?”

“I’m sure I will be.”

“Yeah…”, Eddie agrees as he pulls your back against his chest and rests his head on your shoulder. “At least I get my guitar room back.”

“Oh really?!”, Steve shouts as the metalhead takes your hand and the three of you head towards your front door. “I thought we all agree I could have an office.”

“Yes, Steven, because grading papers requires a whole room for you.”

“Eddie, stop it.”, you giggle as you push up on your toes to kiss their lips.

##################

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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months

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George Weasley As A Dad Headcanons

Newborn/Baby Edition

Offered by your certified George Weasley Wife. I have the ink to prove it. Ask my Muts!

He’s going to be the most emotionally there for his kid possible. Once he has his first kid, it kinda dawns on him that having a big family like Molly and Arthur did might be a bad idea. He loves the idea of a big family, but is quick to realize that he just wouldn’t be there emotionally like he wants. Especially with the job to worry about. At most, three kids. If anything, he’s fine with one. That just means they get all his attention after all.

That baby is gonna be in a sling, as he runs around the shop. He’s not gonna just be the type to leave the kid to be ‘nannied’ by his partner. He’s going to be a parent. And don’t worry. He lost an ear after all. He’s gonna make sure the baby is wearing ear protection in the shop. Then again, they’ll be a Weasley. Kinda built in.

Since he’s always been the ‘emotional’ twin, he also has that emotional maturity. Such as knowing not to utterly spoil his kid, and make sure they understand the value of money. Along with poor habits don’t mean bad habits. Not to say he doesn’t love to spoil, but he’s gonna make sure they understand that being rich isn’t what makes you happy. But it sure solves alot of problems.

That baby honestly might be more glued to him than his partner! And they were actually inside being made! What can he say? He loves family. Especially children.

He is also the one to offer diaper duty. He’s kinda immune to bad smells at this point, and also has changed diapers before. Plenty of times. So it’s not like it’s a big deal to him. His job is about invent messes after all, and someone had to clean them before Molly got home. Diaper duty on him

That baby is 100% being taught Sign as well, as they grow up. Not just because of him being partially deaf. It’s good to learn anyway! Another language, a great way to communicate when they can’t speak, stimulating, it’s gonna only benigit. It can also be kinda like their own secret language they can share, since so few people know it after all. Over all be invested in the deaf community, as he would be as well

Speaking of languages, that baby is going to grow up knowing so many. Arabic, Romanian, French, oh man. Big family, lots of languages. This baby is never going to worry about a damn job with knowing tongues like that

That baby is going to be eating so good. He’s going to make everything by hand. He’s going to make baby food fresh himself, and make sure that milk is given different flavors to make sure that little ankle biter gets all the nutrients they need. That baby isn’t going to have to suffer like the younger Weasleys did

You better get used to the baby talk. This man is going to have the most straight face conversation with that baby’s babbling, yet somehow know exactly what’s going on the whole time

Like I said. He’s going to have that baby in a sling while he works. It’s gonna be matching to his suits, it’s gonna have sewn on patches, he’s gonna style

Three am baby feeding? He would have that covered…..But Ghost Fred says not to hog the baby. You two will think for the longest time you have a well mannered calm baby. Hey, bless him. More sleep for you two, and private time!

Group costumes group costumes group costumes. He will find an excuse somehow. Holidays, selling limited time products, he needs his family all matching!

Love. So much damn love. That baby is never going need to worry about coming home with a problem. That baby is never going to be scared to come out of the closet, or talk about self doubts. Never ever EVER-!

It’s one big happy family. Never worry about that. Family, well off, happy, stable, and just so full of love. Love and happiness

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Can I request the same prompt you did of pregnant reader with Douma, but with Gyutaro and/or the Hantengu clones please? 👀

grasps you firmly yes absolutely you can. But bc these can get pretty long feel free to send in the clones in another rq ! Separately or together ill figure it out ♡ also the og rq specified twins but I'll keep it to one unless specified otherwise hehe

Gyutaro with a pregnant s/o + fathering headcanons

Tags : pregnancy, labor and childbirth ( nondescript ), referenced abortion, insecurities, referenced s/h , Gyutaro needs a hug and I'm gonna deliver

To say Gyutaro had never expected to be a father is an understatement.

He had never expected to find someone that would tolerate looking at him. Let alone willingly father his child.

When you told him you were expecting? His first thought was that he had truly ruined you. Tainted you and not quite in the way that made him giddy.

He had anticipated you to tell him you already took the concoction to get rid of it. Or eaten wisteria to induce it. But when you had smiled at him so fondly. He didn't know what to do.

Often asks what you're going to do with a demon child. To which your answer is always the same. Raise it with him and Ume. Or on your own if he refuses to raise it.

The insinuation that he wouldn't want to care for the kid makes him irritated but he hears Ume in his head. Telling him about how mean he's been to you. Of course you'd think he doesn't want the thing.

Which couldn't be further from the truth. Sort of.

He's petrified for the outcome. What if you die? Of course he raised a kid before but could he even bond with it if you weren't there? The selfish side of him wants the kid gone so he can make sure you don't die on him. But he knows you'd probably hate him if you found out.

He knows how pregnancy works in theory. Watching courtesans deal with it in yoshiwara. But he's a bit clumsy when it comes to helping in any way that doesn't involve him helping you move around. It stresses him out to no end. His habit of self mutilation is at its worst when he can't help you when you start crying over seeing a cute design.

Cravings? He doesn't know what to do. He has to rely on Ume because like hell he's going to go out and purchase a can of sardines or several kinds of weird mochi he's never heard of.

Ume is elated the entire time however, more than happy to demand another room beside her own in the kyogoku house. While in the night Gyutaro pilfers baby items he's able to find in nearby towns that become dormant at night. The room quickly becomes a nursery, suited not only to your own but Ume's tastes.

Ume is more knowledgeable than her brother on the complicated parts of pregnancy such as hormones and sensitivity. When you begin crying over one of Gyutaro's usually lighthearted remarks he panics. But ume is there to placate you. And give her brother a very, very dirty look.

As your stomach grows Gyutaro finds an odd fascination with it. Since his own body refuses to change in a similar way. His hands always rest on your bump when able. Absolutely refusing to leave until he has to.

When the baby begins to kick? Local Man in shambles. He mutters to your stomach a lot. Things you can't quite make out. But don't press, he'll probably get too embarrassed to do it. Gyutaro quietly mumbles all of his worries to the baby. And hopes that they'll be okay with him as their good for nothing father.

He loves to help you when it comes to carrying you around. Or assisting you with putting on shoes because you can no longer bend over in the same way. It makes him feel as though he's actually capable of this whole thing.

But when you go into labor? He is in shambles. It's only you, ume and himself. Since a midwife would have to see him otherwise. The entire time he's sweating buckets while you scream.

The sound of that very first cry ? Breaks him out of that fear induced state and he's fighting the urge to hound ume to see the child. She needs to wash the newborn first, after all. And he needs to be there for you as you struggle to regain your breath and composure.

When the newborn is placed on your chest and you can finally hold the little loaf you created Gyutaro is in shock. He can't cry. Can't even smile he's just. Frozen. Until you take his hand and lead it over, placing it on the peach fuzz of your- his child's head. Barely grazing it. Smiling at him.

It takes a few days for it to finally sink in for Gyu. While you and ume have almost immediately adjusted , he's stuck. Only able to just stare at the thing in the cradle he had built for it.

A little boy. One that took after you, only marred by beauty spots littering his face. Completely unlike his own. Small and daintily painted on by the gods while his were clumsy and unattractive. If he didn't know any better he'd be jealous of his own infant son's luck.

As a father, Gyutaro is actually quite skilled. He did raise his sister after all. However when it comes to teaching morals and rules, it falls to you. After all, he never wanted to repeat what happened in the past just because he taught wrong.

Gyutaro takes to his son very well, and knows that as a human. You rely on him when you're asleep. Keeping your shared bundle content is easy work when he doesn't have the need to sleep.

It makes him swell with pride , how much you and the child rely on him. Such small and fragile little things.

He has to get stronger to properly protect the both of you. As well as teaching your son how to fight when he comes of age.

Still doesn't leave often, but he allows you to be accompanied by his sister to enjoy nights with the baby as he grows. Deserving to see the world and enjoy being a child.

So long as you always come home before sunrise.

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 2 years

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霊圧 + 淫慾. //spiritual pressure + lust. ( @sashi-ya x twoop)

Gotei 13 Captains Holding their Newborns for the First time SFW: Part 1 Created by: The-witch-of-one-piece/WC:1200+/Masterlist/Collab w/ @sashi-ya💜

TW: Newborns

Shunsui Man is beyond thrilled about joining in fatherhood. After finally settling down after many years of bachelor life. One thing dawned on him: what would it be like to be a dad? Here he was pouring celebration sake in the waiting room with some of the captains who awaited for the arrival of the new arrival of the Kyoraku family. The new father didn’t have any sake as the baby was finally here. There they were in a pink floral blanket similar to his own kimono he chose. He felt his own heart stop for a moment as he held the small child that would carry his family's name going on. “You're my everything, little one.” Shunsui brings the baby closer, softly pressing his lips against their forehead.

Rojuro He was shook knowing the news that she was going to be a father. In his own research, he read that babies can benefit from any kind of music or singing while in the womb. He himself played music on his guitar while singing. The songs he sang were his forms of lullabies in a different tune. Hearing the set of pipes coming from the newborn he did step in nothing seemed to calm the baby down until cradling the newborn in his arms holding them close to his chest as he began to hum softly. The mixture of his heartbeat and humming soothed the crying child. The child recognize their fathers voice a soft smile on the lips of the captain he continued to hum “you are my sunshine.”

Shinji He needed to hear it twice as he couldn’t believe what he heard he was going, dad?! He never thought it would happen. He was a little scared. In his mind it kept running like ‘what do I do?’ or ‘how would I do this?’ As it got closer he admitted he was going to learn as he went even looking at some of the baby books. His hands were a bit shaky as the child was placed in his arms. When he started to become comfortable with the newborn his hands stopped shaking. Noticing the same lips on his own child's lips. The blonde hair that matched his was like his little twin that was birthed. His fingers gently caressed the new face as he did that they let a cute yawn squeak out “you're gonna give me a run for my money for being this you're this cute kid.” Byakuya Stunned is the best word to put it when he found out. He never thought he would have gotten a second chance at love and from this love produced a child. He made sure everything was in order from appts, having the room set up, and even the proper food and nutrition to help the child grow healthy and strong. Byakuya was a bit worried as fatherhood was approaching but he would never tell anyone. But seeing the newborn as they lay against his bare chest he couldn’t remove his eyes from them. Anything in that moment for the new father didn’t matter, the skin-to-skin contact was the best form of bonding with a newborn and he loved every minute of hearing the newborn coo in their sleep he felt at peace “I love you forever I will love you always as long as you're with me my baby, you will be.” softly speaking to the child who still cooed in their sleep.

Kensei Kensei in his mind WTF how did this happen?! He thinks long and hard and remembers certain events. Like Shinji he never thought about being a dad at all. He would have to learn how to be gentler and softer if a baby of his was on the way. He is the one preparing the meal knowing what he is feeding his growing child in the womb. He does like feeling his strong child kick in the womb. Kensei would definitely learn the meaning of patience since he would need a lot when raising a child. The words were spoken when he looked down at the newborn in the bassinet sleeping peacefully. He was a bit worried since was a large man he might hurt the baby but gently picking them up the rough captain loosened up “Just because you this cute doesn’t mean you can get away with things.” he spoke when he did that he could see the small pout coming from the newborn like they understood him “okay…well maybe you can.. Just a bit.”

Toshiro Dropping his watermelon when he got the news. Toshiro deep down did desire a family but didn’t expect it to come so fast. Mentally he thought about his past but made sure his child would grow up with love. In between his work he would often read ‘what to expect for expecting fathers.’ given by Matsumoto. Given gifts by Jushiro for the new arrival wondering if the child would have a Shiro in their name like they shared. When entering the private room he would notice the child wide awake moving slightly as they were sucking on the pacifier. He noticed their turquoise eyes were slightly shut. Toshiro brought the child to his chest as he lay on the sofa stroking the child’s back he watched them drift off to sleep he closed his eyes feeling like nothing else could destroy this moment for him and his newborn “You are loved unconditionally.”

Jushiro Jushiro blesses his soul and he is excited to become a father of not just one but two little ones. In his condition, he tries his best to be fully supportive. He can't help himself find cute twin outfits or the same plushies for them. Making sure prenatal was taken on time daily. He would often speak to them and loved to see them move around as they appeared excited every time he spoke. Sitting in a rocking chair as both of his hands are occupied with one child in each hand. Jushiro felt so proud and he wanted to let this moment last as long as he could. Kissing both of their temples as he slightly rocked back and forth. “The greatest joy I’ve experienced in my many years of living.Thank you for giving me this experience my little ones.”

Isshin The grin could wipe off this man's face. It was plastered so big and wide. He would carry around the ultrasound of his growing child and show it to everyone he knew. Often praising how great his child was going to be. Isshin is fully supportive during the birth even if his hand gets crushed to pieces. He literally just is admiring the newborn that was welcomed just a few mins into this world and he is the first to hold them. Softly giving them kisses, noticing the child holding onto his large finger. He held the baby for countless hours just knowing he will be in charge of this child's life for a while and he wasn’t going to let them down not one bit. “Nothing would ever harm you. I promise my life on that.” Isshin spoke to the newborn lip twitch as if it were smiling. *Special Acknowledgment of Grandpa Yamamoto*

Yamamoto Well, now he will be the ultimate grandpa of them all! Feeling proud about the grandchild that was created even though they weren’t blood-related. He would also let them get away with things and if he hears anyone scolding the child he would scold them for scolding the child. He would even have a special name that grandkids would call him Papa Moto. He would take naps next to the bassinet since they both would need their rest.

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belit0 · 10 months

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Hey I love your blog!!!💘💘 💘 if you're still taking requests.. could you write about Madara having lots of kids 😅, I once read a headcanon that he would have five kids and I can't get it out of my head 😭😭💘💘💘

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE!! Of course, I'm still taking requests, feel free to send as many as you want!

I'm so happy you're enjoying my little Uchiha spot💕🤗🤗💫

YES MADARA BEING A FATHER IS ONE OF MY FAV THINGS IN THE WORLD

- Madara with 5 children is A REALITY. Internally he tries to resurrect the image of family he had before getting dragged to war as a child, and give his kids a life not tainted by blood and death.

- He decides to have a family once peace is a fact, no other way around it. When he understands his children will not be in danger of being killed as soon as they set foot outside the clan, the time is right.

- 4 boys and 1 girl.

- First pregnancy comes with a son. The eldest remains an only child for about two years, and the Uchiha spoils him for being his first. The boy goes with dad everywhere, attends all the meetings with Hashirama, and they spend a lot of time in the garden looking at the flowers.

- Second pregnancy comes in a pair. The twins destroy family harmony but inaugurate a new dynamic. Madara can't pamper all three of them at the same time, so their uncle Izuna, mostly, takes care of these two. They spend more time with their father's brother than anything else, following him around and even helping him with his practical jokes on Tobirama. When Madara catches them red-handed, he scolds all three of them equally, as if Izuna were his son as well.

- By the fourth, the first three brothers are a few years older, so they help with his upbringing. Madara follows him closely and personally trains him like the rest of his sons. He and his father love to enjoy a cup of tea on rainy afternoons, while the other children play in the mud. This one being much calmer than the rest of his family, the Uchiha finds with his fourth son a connection of peace and harmony. He soon becomes his right-hand man.

- The fifth changes gender and is the first female in the family. She quickly becomes Daddy's princess and gains all of his undivided attention. The fourth child gets jealous, but Uncle Izuna helps to calm the waters, distracting the other siblings while Dad takes it upon himself to shower his newborn with love.

- Soon, all her older siblings are extremely protective of her, with a total of six personal bodyguards if you add dad, her uncle, and the rest of the children. She grows up away from war and fighting, as the princess of the clan, protected by all the men in her life.

A small scene of love, family, and happiness!

Madara accepts the cup of tea his fourth son hands him, filled to the brim with hot liquid. The boy is becoming more and more skilled at preparing the drink, and this makes him deeply proud. They share a relaxed chat while his daughter, at his back, braids his hair, filling it with flowers Uncle Izuna picked for her from his garden.

Outside a deluge is falling, from which the three of them are sheltered inside their home. Madara watches the water fall as the twins fight with Izuna in the rain. The two managed to convince the younger Uchiha to train them personally, and he did not make it easy for them. Under the terrible weather, they move back and forth, soaking wet and giggling as Madara hides his own smile in the hot drink.

His eldest son concentrates in a corner of the room, reading a book written by Madara himself. It recounts the history of the clan, the wars fought, and all the leaders of the clan, all the way back to the founder, Indra. The Uchiha is comforted to know all his offspring have passion and joy, focus, and determination to achieve things. That they will grow up as children, just as they should be, and not surrounded by death and destruction.

Somehow, the image he finds himself part of reminds him of his childhood. Those moments of false peace before his father dragged him and his brothers onto the battlefield, losing three of them along the way. He knows his own siblings would enjoy family life as much as he does today, and that he would watch them play and tease his kids just as Izuna does.

#madara #madara uchiha #uchiha madara #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto #uchiha clan #izuna #uchiha izuna #izuna uchiha #naruto scenarios #naruto x reader

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Winchester’s Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Word Count: 984

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.

Warnings: A/B/O, dystopian au, non/con, dub/con, incest, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, physical/mental abuse, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, death/murder conviction, show level violence, parental dominance, trafficking, branding

*Additional warnings will be added

Square filled: @spnaubingo true mates

A/N: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N II: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART V

Dean angrily stomped down the hallway and burst into the exam room, yelling, “Do you have any idea how fucking backasswards this state is, Dad!”

John blinked in surprise. Dean rarely spoke like this towards him as a Subordinate Alpha, which meant something was very off. Sam's ignored inquiry was another red flag. “Dean, what happened?”

“Do you know what they mandate done to prove ownership of O’s?” John was about to respond when the doctor reappeared, clearly unnerved by the angry scent rolling off Dean. “I need to speak to you privately, Mr. Winchester.” John doesn’t answer them back. “Dean, you got all the paperwork squared away?”

Dean acknowledged it was complicated, shifted his focus to the doctor, staring oddly at Sam, and barked, “You’re not his type, Doc!” John ignored Dean's outburst and ordered them to wait outside the O’s room. They walked to another exam room, shutting the door. The doctor handed him a file. “This is the reason I asked to speak privately. It concerns your sons and the O.”

John read the first page. “The O’s file is flagged in the database? It was part of a lot taken during the bust of an illegal Pack distributor, and federal law requires spaying before resale?” The doctor interrupted, “Since I just examined it, I can attest this O is still fully intact. Heaven knows how Helms got hold of it.”

Anger crossed John’s handsome features, and snarled, “That son of a bitch! Her original purchaser accused Helms of selling them misrepresented goods. No wonder that Alpha sold her so cheaply.” He flipped to the next page and continued reading.

The next thing John was aware of was that he was seated on the floor. He knew most people would find this situation impossible, but he had had too much personal experience with the unbelievable to doubt it. “Mary’s obstetrician never said anything about us having twins!”

The doctor rolled a stool over and sat down before the big Alpha. “Was her physician at a government clinic?” John affirms the question, which makes the doctor sigh. “I bet she had an amniocentesis performed.” At John's expression, they said, “Some of their OBs order testing even if the ultrasound or blood work doesn’t show anything concerning.”

“Why would they do that?”

“Money. They use it to determine the sub-gender and designation because there are those among the elite wanting specific types of newborns. And twins with designations of Pack Omega and Breeder Alpha? It would’ve created a bidding war.”

John felt his lips moving, unable to vocalize the questions spinning in his mind. He did not want to believe the information when the doctor gestured to the results in his hands.

“I’m not lying about Sam and the Omega being twins.” John shook his head. “But I saw the ultrasounds. I would have known if I had a daughter!”

“With the older equipment, they could have already loaded someone else’s tape in the machine to fool you. And were you present during delivery?” John responded negatively.

“They drugged your mate, so she won’t remember the birth to smuggle the newborns out of the hospital directly. Something must have gone wrong since they only got your daughter, but it doesn’t explain how she ended up with that illegal distributor.”

John flashes back to seeing Mary and remembers how out of it she seemed after having Sam. Later, a shorter man appeared out of nowhere when he took Dean to the nursery, holding him up to see his new brother through its large window. He doesn’t remember their conversation, but Dean’s comment about not letting the man with the spooky eyes get Sammy stuck with him.

John's voice is hoarse. “How can she be a Pack Omega? And Sam a Breeder? They don’t exist anymore!”

“We might have evolved into civilized beings but still carry our ancestors' genetic makeup.” The doctor tapped a finger against their lips, “There was a theory that the reintroduction of Wild Pack DNA could reactivate Breeder genes within certain bloodlines, which would explain why the twin turned out a Pack Omega. She is your son's true mate.”

The doctor's words, certain bloodlines-true mate, pounded like a drumbeat, repeating in his keen mind and boarding on deafening when it hit him.

All this has something to do with Mary's death too.

“As that character in Jurassic Park said, life finds a way.” The doctor looked pained. “I must report all these results to the federal authorities by law. They will request a local retainer immediately and take them into custody. But since you have a court date,” the doctor calculated by wall clock, “In roughly thirty hours. I won’t send the results until then.”

John grew suspicious. “Why delay it?”

“I may participate in this system, but I’m not heartless. I have pups myself, and I’ve just dropped a metaphorical bomb on you. If these weren’t extenuating circumstances, you’d have legal recourse against Helms.”

John nodded in acknowledgment. “Thank you. Are you obligated to tell all my pups about these findings?” The doctor replied yes but gave a pointed look, “Your party has left before I could notify them.” They paused to ponder a moment.

“Perhaps this is an unexpected blessing. The judge must accept these test results, negating your son’s conviction because now they’ve been brought together, their wolves won’t allow them to be separated easily.”

John left the office but slipped out of the clinic's rear entrance instead of returning to the exam room. He walked out of the security cameras' range and pulled out his phone, dialing a number he swore never to use again. It rang twice before answering.

“I told you to lose this number, you son of a bitch!”

“It’s about my pups.” There was silence, then, “I’m listening.” John released his held breath, “Bobby, I need your help, or I’m gonna lose them all.”

Part VI

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His Boys (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett still can’t believe you made two perfect little humans

Notes: I know, I’ve been doing alot of Rhett x Reader fics lately but I still have plenty of ideas/prompts for TGM, Bad Times At the El Royale, Salem’s Lot, Catch 22 and Press Play.

Tagging: @nobody7102 and @sebsxphia

“You did so good baby,” Rhett croaked through the hot tears streaming down his face. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

A tired, lazy smile formed on your face as Rhett dabbed away at your sweat covered forehead, the cries of your newborn twins finally quieting down as Cecelia and Winona Redwood looked them over. The last nine and a half hours had put you through the ringer, worse than when Hannah had been born, but you and Rhett were happy beyond words when you heard the cries of those two little boys.

Tatum Royal Abbott had been the first to be born, a tiny little thing with a head full of dark blonde hair who was as loud as his father. Rhett didn’t hold back any tears as Tatum was placed right on your chest, screeching like a banshee at having taken his first breaths in a new world. Even as Rhett cut Tatum’s cord, the tears burned against his cheeks and before long, Tanner James Abbott joined his brother.

Everyone was exhausted, the hour on the clock reading well past 2am as your boys were wrapped in their little blankets and placed into your arms. Rhett still couldn’t take his eyes off of you or the two little boys who had just been born. He was in total awe, completely captivated by the sight before him.

“Ya’ll ok Ma?” he asked, seeing the tired, weary look on Cecelia’s face.

“Yeah I’m fine,” she answered. “It’s just strange. No matter how many times it happens, I still can’t believe I’m a grandmother.”

Rhett hugged his mother, no words being needed to say what the other was thinking.

You handed Tatum off to Rhett as soon as he had been fed before Rhett took a seat in the rocker next to your shared bed, covering up with the quilt that Cecelia and Winona had both made for your wedding.

“This one’s gonna be trouble, I know it,” Rhett chuckled as Tatum’s little fingers curled around Rhett’s much bigger ones.

“So won’t the other,” you half laughed. “You know what they say about twins.”

Rhett laughed as a whimpery little coo came from Tatum. “Shhh, my boy, go back to sleep,” Rhett whispered. “Let your Momma and brother rest.”

It wasn’t until the sun started to come up that Royal had come back with Amy, Hannah and Rose Hawk who had been having a sleepover with Hannah. Joy had come to bring Rose home while the girls were let upstairs to meet their new little brothers, both of them excited beyond words when they saw the two little ones asleep together in their little basket next to the bed, both of them covered with the little blue baby blankets and Amy’s Peter Rabbit quilt hanging from the edge.

When the girls had been shooed away to go and play, you would wake occasionally to see Rhett leaning over the sleeping basket, his hand gently rubbing both your boys back to sleep. That same tired smile that had been there just hours before had come back again, playing with your features as you watched Rhett, his voice singing them back to sleep.

Because deep down, you know that they were and always would be yours and his boys.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #amy abbott #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

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mageofseven · 1 year

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Thanks again for the request! I think I will start with Belphie's story for this post and write Levi's in another one. I hope you enjoy it, Nonnie!

Also, I actually managed to get this written up quicker than I thought! For once, my ADD was working with me instead of against me lol

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Belphie couldn't catch a break. After being up all night helping MC birth their twins, the Avatar of Sloth was exhausted as all hell, as was MC. The couple was asleep in bed, each with a newborn on their chest, Judas on MC's and Lilith on Belphie's. Not the safest sleeping situation for the babies, but the accidental parents didn't have many options.

It was 5am when Beel came to wake them up for RAD...and saw the scene before him. The redhead approached the bed for a closer look. Two babies...one cuddled up to his less than baby-friendly brother. Honestly, this man's brain broke for a moment.

He gave a light shake to his brother. The sleeping man gave no reaction; he was just too deep into sleep. Plus, the older brother didn't want to shake him too hard with the baby on his chest.

After a few attempts though, Beel accidentally woke up his niece. The girl gave a wail, but neither parent nor her twin so much as stirred.

The demon went through a box in the corner of the attic and pulled out a green baby blanket before approaching the small, cold babe. He gently raised Lilith up into his arms and wrapped her up in the blanket. The cries calmed into cute little whines. Beel smiled down at her and carefully ran a finger over her light fluff of hair, avoiding her little horns.

The baby on MC's chest made a sleepy little coo. The uncle raised his head at the sound. Just as Beel thought to grab a blanket for the boy, he heard foot steps at the door.

"You two cannot be late aga--." The oldest froze in the doorway, just like the previous brother. Unlike Beel however, he took in the full scene.

While Beel only saw the babies and nothing more (which hey, he has his priorities in order at least), Lucifer saw the state of the whole room. Piles of used blankets strewn around the room, bed stained with blood and who-knows-else, a naked and uncovered MC with a baby on her chest as she slept next to Belphie, and lastly, a second baby in Beel's arms.

...It's always something, isn't it?

Lucifer let out a big sigh.

"Have you tried waking them?"

Beel explained that he did, at least with his twin, but the man was knocked out cold.

The oldest went back over the box that the other brother recently pilfered through and picked out some onesies along with various other green baby things.

"Let's just get them cleaned up for now. I'll need you to stay home to help me with this."

Beel only nodded in response, still captivated by his little niece, who had just reached up and grabbed his nose.

"Belphie!!" The woman shook her boyfriend awake with a force like she meant to kill him (which, I mean, fair enough considering--).

The demon launched up in a panic, shoulder sore from her shaking.

"What? What happened?!"

"T-The twins are gone!!!"

The man scanned the bed before eyeing the clock on the stand next to him.

It was 12:45pm.

"Shit..." The sloth demon let himself fall back on the dirty bed.

"Belphegor!!"

He rolled his eyes at the human.

"Relax. One of my brothers probably has them."

Though Belphie really hated that thought; he knew that he had a lot of explaining to do.

"But--"

The seventh brother let out a big sigh before sitting up and giving his girlfriend a kiss.

"I said I'd take care of you three, didn't I?" He whispered. "They're okay, I promise."

That settled the human down a down a bit.

"Now just...I dunno. Go take a bath. I'll check on them."

In truth, Belphie himself also needed a bath after sleeping in that gross bed, but considering MC was the one who had to push those little gremlins out, I'd say she needs it more.

Belphie went downstairs, searching for any signs of his brothers. Eventually found a bright green bassinet in the living room. It wasn't until he was already next to it that he realized Beel was in the room too. On the couch, the big guy had one of twins laying on a towel as he was cleaning them up and getting ready to put on a fresh diaper.

'Ugh, gross.' He thought.

The demon started getting flashbacks of when Satan was born. Though it was obviously a different situation, the blonde's birth was a sudden birth just like Lilith and Judas'. Unlike his twins, Satan's birth happened at the worst possible time.

If he's honest with himself, Belphie hated Satan when he was born. I mean, Belphie had just lost his sister; they all had. His entire world felt like it had been shattered and tossed upside down but hey! You're not allowed to be depressed now! New family member! The baby comes first! This smelly, screaming, angry gremlin comes before you whether you like it or not!

That's the message he felt like he was given at that time and he hated it. He resented Lucifer for creating Satan (even though the man had 0 choice in the matter), Satan for existing, and the rest of his brothers for seemingly being okay with it. He felt like they all tried to rob him of his grief back then and he hated it.

"You okay?"

Belphie zoned back in to see his brother staring at him.

The younger brother nodded.

The baby, now cleaned up and back in his onesie, started making babbly sounds from Beel's arms. The redhead smiled down at his nephew.

The sloth demon moved his gaze toward the baby in the bassinet, his daughter. His daughter. In what world would he have ever thought he would have one of those?

Lilith cooed as she reached out her arms to her dad.

"I think she wants you to hold her."

Belphie pursed his lips at his brother's comment. After staring at her for a moment more, the demon bent down and carefully picked up his daughter. Matching violet eyes stared up at him and he felt...what? Honestly, Belphie wasn't sure. He just felt void with just a tinge of something else. So much has been happening lately that he still felt pretty disconnected to himself.

Beel patted the cushion next to him. Belphie sighed and took a seat next to his brother and son. Son. Just what the hell happened to his life?

The two just sat in silence.

"Aren't you gonna ask me about them?" He mumbled.

Beel shook his head.

"I'm waiting for you to feel ready."

More silence. The younger brother mostly just stared into space. After a while, he lowered his head to stare down at Lilith. He shook his head.

"I didn't know...and apparently, MC didn't either..."

He proceeded to tell his twin about his night and how these babies suddenly came to be. Even with an expressionless face, Beel could tell what his brother must be feeling.

"I know it had to be hard..." The redhead glances down at the babies and frowns as a thought comes to mind. "Are you and MC keeping them?"

"MC wants to...so I guess I'm stuck with them."

Belphie was aware of how horrible he sounded, but he couldn't help it. Since the days when Satan was a baby, all he saw kids as were burdens where you aren't allowed to have your own feelings or emotions. You had to sacrifice over and over for them and told that it's just what you have to do. Honestly, Belphie felt like he lost so much of himself over the centuries as it was; he didn't want to have to give up anymore.

Still, these are his kids, not some random baby one of his brothers popped out that he was also suppose to call 'brother'. These twins exist because of his choices and MC wants them so much...

Belphie closed his eyes. Regardless of what he felt, he had to push through. These twins...they didn't ask to be born; none of this was their fault. This man knew he couldn't take out his pain on them. It just wasn't right.

The demon was suddenly brought away from his thoughts by a touch. Lilith had a hold on his nose as she laughed. The muscles in his face twitched. Belphie isn't much of a smiler, but that was almost a smile from him.

The dad took his daughter's hand way from his face and just held it. It was so small, so delicate. He looked from Lilith to Judas, who kept patting his hands against his uncle's, and made a promise from within himself.

Belphie was gonna give his kids everything he could and wasn't going to make his problems their problems. No matter how shitty of a person he felt like, he was never gonna be shitty to his kids.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me mc #obey me belphegor #obey me second gen

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bratshaws · 6 months

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through the hourglass 278.brb x oc

a/n: i hate you so much S I R (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“It’s going to be, a happy happy daaay.” she sings while placing the balloons on the wall, ‘A happy,happy day, because why?” she turns around and points at Nikki, who just looks up at her from her spot on the floor, Jack opening one of his eyes when the toddler leans against him, ‘Because it’s your birthday! Yay!”

Nicole blinked, but her mother was being funny, so she giggled in response.

Beatrice continued to decorate the living room, singing the cheerful tune about a happy day for her baby girl's first birthday. She was so excited, not only because it was Nicole’s birthday, but because it was Rooster’s.

Nicole watched her mother with wide, curious eyes, her tiny fingers gripping a soft plush toy. She had always been fascinated by her mother's actions and the world around her. Today, the lively colors seemed to captivate her even more.

Beatrice knelt beside Nicole and handed her a small balloon. "Here you go, sweetie. You can play with this while Mama finishes decorating. It's your special day, after all."

Nicole accepted the balloon with a gentle gasp, and held it up in her tiny hand, examining it with childlike wonder with her eyes wide. The colorful balloon seemed like the most fascinating thing in the world at that moment. She even showed it to Jack, but the brown dog only gave it a gentle sniff before going back to sleep.

Beatrice's heart swelled with love as she watched Nicole play with the balloon. She could hardly believe it. Nicole was no longer a newborn but a lively one-year-old, and her personality was shining through more and more each day.

She has a lot of,what Beatrice called, Rooster-isms. From the way they slept the same, the way her daughter’s eyes crinkled when she smiled and how much…hair she had. Nicole had a lot of hair, in fact, so did her siblings. While Aurora and Gavin had a few weeks left at the NICU to be sure they’d be alright, it was obvious that all the kids had an immense amount of strands.

Even the nurses commented on it when they visited the twins there.

The decorations for Nicole's and Rooster's joint birthday celebration were well underway. Beatrice had chosen vibrant, joyful colors to adorn the living room – balloons of red, blue, and gold floated gently near the ceiling, while streamers of matching colors crisscrossed the walls. Eleanor was currently staring at a streamer like it called her a bad name, but she didn’t try to bite it or anything.

Beatrice returned to hanging more balloons, her singing gradually transitioning into humming as she worked. Not being able to contain her own joy because of this.

It was a huge milestone.

Nicole watched her mother's movements with rapt attention, her little fingers gently caressing the balloon in her hand, blinking when she heard the rubber squeak loudly. The sound snapped Jack out of his slumber and made Eleanor look back at the sitting toddler.

Beatrice blinked, looking back as well and half expecting her daughter to cry,because well, it was a loud unknown noise. But she could only see as Nicole took it as ‘oh? a new way to make sound? nice.’ and she repeated the movement.

Her daughter's curiosity was boundless, and even unfamiliar sounds were seen as an opportunity for exploration and discovery. I

But unfortunately, that sound was unbelievably annoying, “Nikki.” she sets everything back, the noise was enough to bring Jolene back inside from her morning nap, “Nikki, honey, no no.” she has to be careful when picking the balloon, “No, you hold it here.”

“Aaa?”

“Yes, here,” and she pokes it, making it move back and forth, hoping it’d be enough for Nicole to stop this weird one instrument symphony.

Nicole watched her mother's movements closely, her eyes fixed on the balloon. Her little fingers stretched out to touch it, her attempts to mimic Beatrice's actions were her main focus right now.

Beatrice smiled warmly at her daughter's attempts. "That's right, Nikki. See? We can have fun without the loud sounds, too."

The room was now filled with a sense of calm as Nicole focused on the task at hand. Jack and Eleanor had also settled down, with Jolene sitting close to Beatrice as she watched the scene.

She made a few more slow and controlled movements with the balloon to emphasize the point, her soft-spoken encouragement filling the air. "That's perfect, birdie. You're doing such a great job."

Nicole's attention remained fixed on the balloon, her tiny fingers carefully manipulating it. Focused, so very focused.

Beatrice observed Nicole's concentration, she had no doubt that Nicole was going to grow up to be a bright, inquisitive child with a penchant for exploring and learning…and considering how she liked climbing on people…well, yeah, the adventurous part was almost certain.

“There,see? Now,’ Beatrice places her hands on her knees and pushes herself up with a gentle groan, letting out an ‘ow’ when something in her spine popped,”Now mama is going to finish decorating, daddy will be home soon enough, he doesn’t have work today,remember?”

Nicole was too busy making the balloon bounce to say anything.

“...well! I’ll be here,Nikki.”

Returning to an upright position, Beatrice glanced at her surroundings, taking stock of the decorations she had yet to complete. Her task was far from over, and there was still work to be done to ensure that their home was perfect for the upcoming joint birthday celebration.

The sounds of balloons being tied and decorations being hung filled the house. Jack, who had managed to nod off again in a more comfortable spot, remained peacefully asleep. Jolene, content to sit and observe her surroundings, watched Beatrice's every move.

And Eleanor was glaring through the door, as always.

When Beatrice heard the white dog’s tail thwap repeatedly on the wall, she knew exactly what was happening, “Oh,is Rooster back,Ellie?” Eleanor barks once, standing on her hind legs to have a better vision of the Bronco rolling into a park by the sidewalk, “Remember,it’s his birthday today, give him some extra loving, yeah?”

Eleanor barked again, jumping from left to right with her eyes locked on the outside, whining happily when she heard Rooster’s footsteps approaching. The noise was enough to make Nikki stop playing with the balloon as well, “Dada?” she drops it aside, standing to her feet - Jolene immediately walked up to her and let her hold herself against her ribs - gurgling a laugh.

Rooster's footsteps echoed in the hallway as he approached the front door, stopping to pull out his keys - the jingle jangle only making the dogs and Nicole more excited.

As he entered the house, the sight that greeted him was nothing short of heartwarming. Nicole stood with the help of Jolene, and the little one was trying to reach for her daddy,”Dadaaaaa!!” her face radiant with joy. Eleanor was doing her best to jump up and give him a proper welcome, her white tail wagging vigorously.

Rooster did give Ellie some affectionate pats. "Hey, Ellie. Thank you-thank-” she jumps higher, “Ellie, calm down, it’s okay.” He couldn't help but chuckle at her boundless enthusiasm.

He then turned his attention to Nicole, who was giggling with excitement. "My baby girl!! Hi sweetie!” Nicole babbled in response, her tiny hands reaching out for him, her bright eyes locked onto his. ‘My sweet baby!Hi!”

Beatrice observed the heartwarming scene with a smile as she continued her work with the decorations. She tried to be as blasé as she could, but she couldn’t hide the smile on her face as she watched them.

"Hi baby girl, where’s mama?" Rooster chuckled, giving Nicole a playful kiss on her cheek when she points to where she last saw her mom. "You are so smart- excuse me Ellie.” he steps over the white dog, whose excitement went back to normal and she was back to glaring at the outside.

Beatrice paused in her decorating to look back at him when he entered the living room, his free hand propping on his hip as he took over the decorations she had set up already, “So?” she gestures with her hands, wringing them together out of habit, “What do you think so far?”

Rooster glanced around the room, taking in the colorful decorations that adorned their home, lips pursed. His eyes danced over the balloons, banners, and streamers, each element carefully chosen to bring life to the room. The effort and love Beatrice had put into preparing for their birthdays were evident in every corner.

Rooster approached the wall where Beatrice put the pictures of him when he was one year old next to Nicole’s. And he couldn’t help but look at it for a long while, “Look Nikki.” he points, “Look it’s daddy when he was your age.”

Nicole's eyes followed her daddy's finger as he pointed to the framed picture of a one-year-old Rooster. The image captured a chubby-cheeked, baby version of him, his eyes wide with curiosity while he smiled at the camera.

Beatrice watched the heartwarming moment unfold, and couldn't help but comment on it. "I thought it’d be nice…and-and when the twins come home, we can do that for them too. By the way, how are they?”

Rooster steps back from the wall to turn towards Bea, “Not so different from when we went there before gorgeous.” he smirks, “They are fine, they are very healthy and ready to come back home.” he lifts Nicole and puts her on his shoulders, her tiny hands hold on his golden brown tresses while he holds her feet, “Nothing out of the ordinary, the nurses said that you shouldn’t worry…I also got myself a birthday cookie there.”

“Oh?”

“Well, it’s usually done to kids who have birthdays but since the twins are almost out and…well, it is my birthday.” he puls something out of his back pocket, “I saved it up to share with Nicole.”

She didn’t know why, but her eyes immediately filled with tears. Her lower lip juts out and her hand lands on top of her heart as she looks down at the clear packaging with the bright multicolored ribbon keeping it closed. A smiling bear card is wrapped on it, ‘Happy Birthday!’ in big red cursive letters, “Aw…oh that’s so sweet…oh Roos, you are so sweet.”

He showed the colorful birthday cookie to Nicole, who was sitting atop his shoulders, her little hands reaching out eagerly. "Here you go, baby girl. Daddy and Mama are going to share this with you."

“Ah,ah,ah.” Beatrice grabs the little box before either of them decided to open it, “Not yet, Nikki still has to have her lunch and we need to finish decorating so everyone can come by.” she says, “Then you can have a bite.”

Amazingly, or not, both of them pout.

“Oh, you two, stop it.”

The pouting expressions on both Rooster and Nicole's faces were absolutely adorable. They shared a silent exchange, mimicking each other's mock expressions of disappointment. Beatrice couldn't help but laugh ,swatting her hand on her husband’s chest, “Stop it, you two are way too cute.I swear.”

“Mama,” Nicole opens her hand, “Ookie!”

Rooster gasps in surprise, eyes wide and a clear wave of satisfaction hit him, “You heard her.”

“Rooster,no, she can’t have it.”

“Gorgeous, it’s her first birthday.”

“Exactly.”she says, marching to the kitchen, “That’s why we should keep this safe for later.” she smiles when he mutters ‘it’s my birthday too…’

Rooster playfully stuck out his bottom lip again, "Guess I have to wait for my own birthday cookie, huh?"

Beatrice giggled as she put the colorful birthday cookie out of Nicole's reach. She knew her husband's sweet tooth and she could see the chunks of chocolate in the cookie. "Yes, Roos, you'll have to wait, just like the rest of us. It'll taste even better later."

He sighed dramatically, shrugging - the movement making Nicole move on his shoulders and giggle a bit. "Alright, I'll be patient. I can do this. I'm a strong Navy pilot, after all." his eyes flit to the fridge, where she put the cookie, “I can do this.”

“You managed through worse,right?”

“....yessss….”

Beatrice chuckled, her fingers gently tracing his cheek. "You have to relax, honey. Your chocolate sweet tooth will be dealt with, but first-" she points to their garden, “We need to set up the tables and everything out there…and set the grill ready- you sure you want to do it? I can ask Michael to grill stuff for you.’

He scoffs in surprise, “That’s the peak dad activity,babe. Hell yeah I wanna do it. Bonus that it’s mine and Nikki’s birthday to do so.”

Beatrice nodded with a smile, waiting for him outside with her hand on her cocked hip. "Alright, Roos, you're the birthday grill master today. We'll set everything up in the garden, and you can work your magic on the grill. I'm sure everyone is going to love the food."

“Hell yeah.”

“Also,I tried telling my mom there was no need to bring anything else…but…” she shrugs, “You are my husband and Nikki is our daughter. You know what that means?”

“...extra food?”

“So much.” she smirks, “See why I told you to not eat the cookie yet?”

"I get it….I mean extra food for the win." he says, walking up with her to the center of their backyard with Nicole still holding onto his head, “Now what do you have in mind?”

Brightly colored balloons and streamers adorned the perimeter of the garden. The balloons swayed gently in the breeze, some of them shaped like fighter jets. Their large, wooden picnic tables were set up in the center of the garden, each covered with colorful tablecloths that matched the theme of the day.

“Okay,so!”She turned to Rooster, her eyes sparkling with excitement. " I'm thinking we should add some sparkles to the setup.”

“Yeah?”

Beatrice grinned and headed to a small storage area they had in the corner of the garden. She returned with several strings of fairy lights in her arms. The lights were tiny, delicate, and emitted a soft, warm glow. "These fairy lights are going to be our secret weapon. I'll string them up around the tables and in the trees. They'll twinkle like stars, and with the sun starting to set, it'll create a magical atmosphere."

“When did you get that?”

“Yesterday, I felt like we needed more.” she bites her lower lip, “But,well, you are taller than me…so…”

“Say no more.” he picks Nicole from his shoulders and exchanges her with Beatrice, grabbing the lights and looking down at the strings, “Where do you want them?”

She guided him to one of the trees on the far side of the garden, where she wanted to start. "Let's begin here, and we can work our way around the tables. I'll need your height advantage for this part."

Rooster nodded, his attention fully focused on the task at hand. He carefully untangled one of the strings of lights and looked at the target in question, “Easy peasy.” he smirks, ‘Meanwhile, don’t you worry, you and Nikki can stay there, giving the moral support I need to finish this.”

She was honestly just so excited to see him excited. She, ever since they started dating, wanted to make his birthdays or holidays so special. He denied himself from so much happiness when he was younger, he refused to see how much he deserved it…and now,well,now she was glad she had kept that thought in mind.

And she hoped he’d like the extra special gift.

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Hi! I have a request, if you're feeling inspired. So I've basically fallen in love with the entire Dove multiverse, and I'm a sucker for fluff. I was wondering if you had any happy/fluffy headcanons about an alternate universe pregnancy for Dove where they're together/there's no drama? I love how creative you've gotten with the different scenarios, and this is one that I feel would be so sweet. ❤️

hi anon! 🥹❤️ first off thank you so much for the request and falling in love with my little series/multiverse. it always warms my soul to see that because it was my first big thing and a lot of- feelings have gotten wrapped up in it ( guilt at not finishing it still among other things ) so i always feel extra special when people fall in love with it. second off, so here's the funny thing, what you want? that's actually their future. their future for their main timeline. everything else is the au. there's a hint of the whole it's priscilla's baby more than mine when she has her rough days but it's like a once in an every two year occurrence. but trust me this inspired me like nobody's business. so let us consider, shall we? and bless my soul i'm just gonna use they and she, we all know it's a reader fic but ya know.

content warning for pregnancy and mild descriptions of birth.

so consider. consider that the year after elvis is filming where they end up getting married after the press tour and he goes to film and she goes to film is just a no go on even trying for a baby.

consider even the therapists is like y'all are busy just you know, wait a bit.

dove is young anyway and austin is fine with waiting because she's it for him, he thinks.

so probably around let's say 2024, so post the oscars and that award season dove just sort of whispers in austin's ear.

"want to make you a real daddy. put our baby in a little onesie."

austin didn't actually realize that he wanted that as bad as he did until he spent the rest of that night trying to make it happen because he's felt it. he's felt how she doesn't have on her patch any more she's being serious.

but consider it still takes about a month or two and dove doesn't- dove doesn't quite notice at first that she's missed her period because she's on the set of a new movie and austin is doing something on broadway.

she goes to visit him and austin notices something different about her. notices how when he hugs her she hisses because her breasts are tender.

"dove are you pregnant?" "no, my period's probably coming." "when was your last one?" "last- oh."

he picks her up and twirls her around as best he can backstage.

they don't tell anyone until she's out of the first trimester, too worried something might happen but she handles it like a champ despite her morning sickness.

they both rearrange their schedules, warning agents and directors and everyone else that they won't be able to take any projects past probably their next one.

and they make an agreement to try and take the first year off their baby's life off together. because austin isn't going to leave dove hanging to take care of their newborn by herself.

speaking of, it is just one baby. it's a big baby because austin is a tall boy but it's just one which they're both thankful for because they couldn't have taken care of two at once.

"they're sure it's just one?" "yeah, just one very big baby." "so if i ever was to get you pregnant with twins-" "daddy. don't."

she has no morning sickness which is great for her but her cravings are intense. both for austin and for just food.

which is a problem for when he's still filming away from her and vice versa but they make it work with facetime and her showing him how her bump is growing.

"you look bigger than yesterday." "i am! i went to sleep and then our daughter announced her presence to everyone. costuming was so mad."

it's a girl, because austin deserves to have a girl first for he is a girl dad to a tee i will answer no questions on the matter.

when they see each other he cannot keep his hands off her stomach. not because he's possessive or anything weird. he just wants to protect his girls and touch his wife and daughter.

she has this baby shower that is this big production while also being small. basically they have it at baz's house because truly dove collects older gentleman to treat her like their actual child with him and her agents/managers.

everyone she cares about is invited and same with austin. it's a party that's a whole adventure but it's also very much an affair just for them.

coincidentally no one lets baz have a camera or a phone unsupervised post a few drinks and the party is private.

by about 8 months in they're both at home just getting ready for their daughter and painting the walls and the crib and folding the sea of clothes. there's elvis lyrics- the lyrics to are you lonesome tonight at the top of the wall along the whole perimeter of the room with can't help falling in love down on the bottom perimeter.

austin sings to the baby non stop. elvis, sometimes, but he sort of runs a gambit with the songs he chooses.

he also does an obscene amount of research into the baby supplies, the car seat, the crib, the bassinet, the merits of pacifiers, etc etc.

when dove goes into labor it's a comedy of errors in that she goes to sleep thinking everything is fine. she's still early for her due date. like a week, nothing major, the baby is done cooking. wakes up 3 hours later feeling like she needs to poop.

realizes about 2 hours in- oh, she's in labor. because bless her soul she does not realize when her body is telling her things like this.

austin is groggily woken up by her and falls back asleep after she tells him. only to wake up ten minutes later in shock.

"you're in labor." "i told you that ten minutes ago, daddy. you went back to sleep." "i didn't understand what you were saying!"

so they get to the hospital in one piece. somehow with austin driving which dove was unsure of and was about to drive herself before she bent over trying to open the door.

it's an 18 hour labor filled with her walking and generally trying to hurry the baby along and when it's time to have her, austin is right there watching and holding dove's leg when she's too tired to hold them up herself.

their daughter is screaming when she comes out and only quiets down when put in dove's arms as austin coos at both of them.

her name is loretta. shortened to lori.

her godmother is ashley because austin can't help himself.

her godfather is luke bracey because sometimes back in the day when austin wanted to be stupid dove would chill with polly and luke and just ignore her daddy until he came by and apologized in true elvis style.

the group facetime call to everyone someone how does not wake her up but hanging up somehow does.

she is the most spoiled little girl.

#little dove series #dove series #you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler #austin butler fluff #austin butler headcanons #austin butler fanfiction #ally writes #whispers i'm so soft for them always.#and it's still happy and fluffy despite the name.

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