#just went straight down like an ACTUAL TODDLER CHILD
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(cw: a child, f!reader, "mommy", and "daddy")
[8:41 am]
"Are you sure she's warm enough?" Dad!Jeno asked nervously, adjusting the scarf on his toddler for the nth time.
"She's sweating Jeno, she's fine. Right baby?" You bend to ask the toddler to pull up her zipper.
She nods with an excited smile. You and Jeno had woken up to the excited squeals of you daughter while she jumped on your bed and babbled on and on about the snow. This would be her first year she could actually remember being in the snow and being able to play on her own. She was so excited, she talked the whole way through breakfast about how she couldn't wait to be outside and play in the snow until the sun went down.
Before you all went outside, after a lot of begging on your daughter's end, and many, many layers later, you were all heading down stairs to go outside.
Jeno had bundled her up in a thermal, sweats, gloves, a beanie, and a snow suit, the poor girl would be sweating outside. Jeno had made sure you were bundled up as well and led you all out of the house in his pajamas. Needless to say, you made him go in and get changed.
"Snow!" Your daughter cheered as she dashed out of the elevator. Jeno was hot on her tail, grabbing her hand and helping her over the icy sidewalk to get to the fluffy white snow.
You joined them outside right on time to see her plop onto her back, sinking into the snow to make a snow angel. She laughed happily, flapping her arms up and down through the snow. She stood up with snow stuck to her snowsuit and rosy cheeks, red from the cold and ran off to play some more.
You and Jeno watched her for a while, running around happily with the other kids of the apartment building. She made countless snow angels, snowballs, and just had fun in the snow.
Jeno smiled at her lovingly, "She really looks like she's having a good time- put the snowball down! Don't eat it!"
You laughed watching Jeno chase after her and the snowball she was going to eat. She ran straight behind you to hide, giggling like crazy and out of breath.
"Hey baby," You laugh, adjusting her hat, "Want to build a snowman with Mommy?"
She nods excitedly, beginning to gather up a pile of snow. Once it gets to the point where you need it to be taller you send her off to get some sticks and little rocks for the details. She comes back with an armful of twigs with happy laughs and beyond excited to show you some cool rocks she found.
Jeno joins you both to add his scarf to the snowman. Your daughter giggles happily, "It's daddy!"
Jeno laughs cheerfully and calls her over so they can start making more snowmen, one small one, and one more that was "adult size." The small one gets your daughter's scarf and the remaining one of course gets yours when your daughter waddles over to ask for your hat and scarf.
"Look at that baby! Who did you make?" You ask her with a smile.
She claps her hands, the sound muffled by her gloves, "It's me, mommy, and daddy." She begins to babble on and on about how she made them, how many sticks she found, her cool rocks, a dog she saw earlier, how she saw a snowman in a movie, and really- whatever else comes to mind.
Jeno comes up to you, wrapping his arm around your waist to tug you closer, "I think she liked the snow."
"So much she's trying to eat it again," you chuckle, watching her form a small clump of snow and lick it.
Jeno runs to her, "Not again! Leave it on the ground!"
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can't unfeel that // Jake Seresin x fem!reader
pairing: hangman x reader (no y/n)
synopsis: jake and his FWB are going strong, totally not developing feelings, totally unaffected and happily still in friends territory...in completely unrelated news, Jake discovers a breeding kink
word count: 8k of smut interspersed with feelings
A/N: This fic is a follow up to kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit; it’s not necessary to read that first, but it is the dynamic (if you haven’t read it, that’s where Jake discovers choking so it’s a fun time) (also the title is another line from the same song). Thank you to @gigisimsonmars for the inspo and beta-ing, and @laracrofted and @bradshawsbitch for opinions, moral support, and straight up coaching!! 💙
Warnings: 18+ explicit content, minors DNI explicit PiV, unprotected sex, non negotiated breeding kink—friendly reminder this is a work of FICTION oh my god use protection and communicate explicitly with your partner beforehand please please please— f!receiving oral sex, hint on condescension, denied/delayed orgasm, overstimulation…if none of that phases you, there’s also swearing.
This was friend behavior; friends totally go grocery shopping together.
It definitely wasn’t a big deal that you and Jake were at a Whole Foods, him looking for some kind of weird protein powder while you picked through cartons of blackberries.
It was absolutely casual that he’d moved into a small house off base, and you were spending the night more often than not.
Your friends with benefits situation was continuing as expected, and the domesticity of it all was not, in any way whatsoever, throwing you off.
You wrinkled your nose at your reflection in the mirrors over the produce section, wondering who you were convincing. In the mirrors, you saw a man with a child on his hip come up to peruse the bell pepper section, and you stepped aside to give them more room.
“I’m so sorry to bother, but would you mind?”
You were surprised when the man spoke to you, and you turned to see him sheepishly looking between the rows of bell peppers, and the toddler who wouldn’t let go of her father, her lower lip quivering dangerously each time he readjusted his grip to reach for some vegetables.
“Of course,” you said, pulling down a produce bag. “What can I grab for you?”
“Actually,” the man shifted the child on his hip, “could you just take her for a minute? My wife sent this massive list and I have like a dozen things I need to get, and it’d just be faster…”
“Oh,” you said, looking at the girl who looked dubiously back at you, trying not to read gender roles and expectations into someone just asking for help. “If it’ll help, sure.”
“Thank you so much,” the man sighed in relief, handing over the child with little fanfare. The kid looked at you suspiciously, and you settled her onto your hip, not giving her a chance to second guess the arrangement. The man moved quickly down the aisle, pulling out a list to consult and grabbing different vegetables, as you narrated to the child, hoping the steady flow of information would be enough to offset the fact that she was being held by a stranger.
“Did you know,” you told her quietly, “that Brussels sprouts grow on stalks, like almonds? They look like little cabbages, and they’re technically related, I think, but they don’t come out of the ground like that. The pattern they grow in is actually called helical—which I’ve never said aloud until this moment, but it’s the same base word as helix, so I hope I got it right—around the stalk…”
You rambled on as the father continued to dart up and down the aisle, coming back occasionally to drop the bagged produce into the trolley. You heard a familiar footstep on the linoleum, and turned both you and the child towards it.
“And that man over there,” you told her, smiling conspiratorially as Jake rounded the corner, his boots giving a distinctive cadence to his step, “didn’t believe me when I told him it’s actually Brussels sprouts, with an ‘s’ at the end.”
Jake’s face went on a journey when he found you, then registered that you were holding an unfamiliar child, and his eyes slid over to the father running frantically up and down the aisle. A strange expression settled on his face when he looked back at you, almost frowning, as he walked closer to you.
“It’s not his fault,” you continued to the toddler, who was watching Jake with open fascination as he approached. “He’s a cretin whose unpopular vegetable of choice is an asparagus.”
“Ha ha,” Jake deadpanned as he stepped beside you, looking between you and the child with that same unfamiliar expression on his face. “What’s this?”
The father chose that moment to reappear, dropping a mesh bag of yellow onions, a carton of fingerling potatoes, a bundle of scallions, and a couple heads of garlic into the trolley, and nodding at Jake before turning back to you.
“Honestly, you’re a lifesaver,” he thanked you fervently, reaching for his kid. She went without complaint, and you briefly envied her unflappability, before you were preoccupied by other things.
Things like Jake stepping way into your personal space, and leaning forward to brush a kiss on your cheek. You shivered, surprised by the contact, but Jake stared intently at the man’s retreating figure, juggling his daughter and the trolley, either unaware of or unbothered by the heavy gaze following him.
“What was that?” you asked him, as soon as the man finally rounded the corner. Jake’s nose wrinkled, before he shook his head and stepped out of your personal space. He wasn’t looking at you, but held out the shopping basket towards you, showing a brown envelope labeled Organic Pea Protein on top of the groceries you’d already picked out.
“I found the powder,” he said, his voice level, and you weren’t sure if you were crazy or if he was suppressing. But Jake didn’t look like he was going to divulge any additional information, so you reached behind you haphazardly, grabbing the first carton of berries your fingers closed on.
“And I’ve got the berries,” you announced. You checked your selection as you dropped it into the basket, mentally grimacing when you saw you’d picked blueberries.
“You hate blueberries,” Jake said, frowning slightly.
“Sure do,” you muttered, looking at them, before pasting a smile on your face to look back at Jake. “But we’ve committed at this point. Anything else we need?”
Jake looked at you for a long moment, then shook his head tersely. “Uh, no. No, let’s go.”
You were both quiet as you stood in line to check out, making cordial conversation with the cashier, and then fading out as you carried the paper grocery bags out to the truck. The silence was almost disconcerting, but Jake didn’t seem upset, just like he was focusing intently on something, you weren’t sure what. You were loading the groceries into the backseat behind the passenger door when you realized Jake wasn’t opposite you, and that his bags had already been loaded. You were looking around for him when strong hands closed around your waist, and Jake pulled you to him, closing the door in front of you, before pressing you against the side of his truck. You expected him to turn you to face him, but you braced yourself against the truck when he didn’t, his broad body caging you against the door.
“Jake?” you asked softly, unsure what he needed, or was looking for, knowing that sometimes it was easier for him to feel you than to tell you. You could feel him drawing in slow breaths from the way his chest expanded against your back, and his hips pressed slightly forward at your soft question.
“Just a sec,” he said gruffly, his voice muffled as he turned his face into your hair. He wasn’t kissing and he wasn’t nuzzling; it just felt like he was grounding himself by touching you, and you knew that, despite trying to convince yourself otherwise by the bell peppers, your heart was in trouble. Because not only only did you not mind, you wish he’d let you do this more.
You nodded, sliding your hand up the side of the truck so you could rest your face on the back of it, while you waited for him. Jake drew in a couple more breaths, and then his hands on your waist loosened, as he turned you to face him.
You went easily, arms dropping from the truck to his shoulders, hoping if your presence had steadied him, your touch could do the same. His eyes were stormy, the green of them clouded over by something complicated, something messy, and your hand snuck up from his shoulder to the back of his head, pulling his face down to you. You didn’t kiss him, but you watched his eyes slide closed as you pressed his forehead to yours, and his shoulders dropped slightly.
“Want to tell me about it?” you asked quietly.
He didn’t say anything, but you felt him shake his head, his hair scratching your forehead from where it was trapped between you.
“Want to get out of here?” you asked instead, and this time felt him nod, causing something like pride to well up in your chest, relieved that he’d trust you enough to be able to voice what he wanted.
“Okay, then,” you said, gently as you could, “ let’s go.”
Again, Jake nodded, and you felt his hands tighten on your waist.
“When we get home,” he said, his voice rough, “I’m unloading the groceries. You’re going straight to my bed, changing out of this, and into my old Staubach tshirt.”
Jake didn’t phrase it like a question, but you knew he was asking it anyway, so you nodded. You felt him exhale a long breath against your cheek, like relief, and then he released you suddenly, like he had to do it at once or he wouldn’t at all.
He stepped away from you to open the passenger door, made sure your feet were tucked in before shutting it, then crossed in front of the truck quickly, pulling the truck out of the lot before his word choice snagged in your mind—home.
You looked at Jake out of the corner of your eye and he wove the truck in and out of traffic. His eyes were squinted against the bright sunlight, but the expression on his face was unfamiliar to you. His jaw was clenched, and his hands were tight on the steering wheel, and when one dropped to the stick to shift gears, the movement was terse, precise. You wanted to be a more altruistic person, you did, but realistically, something warmed deep in your stomach as you anticipated what that meant for when you got home.
When he pulled into the driveway, Jake was out of truck before it’d fully stopped, yanking open your door and turning you to face him, on the edge of the seat. You fumbled to undo your safety belt as his hand on the back of your neck drew your mouth to his, his lips claiming yours in a hungry kiss.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you reached a hand up to his jawline to steady yourself as he pressed you back against the seat. He kissed you hard, heavy, and you knew there was something he was saying that he wasn’t telling you, but you couldn’t quite read it off his lips. His mouth moved hungrily over yours, then he pulled himself back, pressing chaste kisses on the corners of your lips, your chin, across your cheekbones.
“Upstairs,” he said, his voice low. “Be ready for me.”
The heat that had been curling in your belly since the parking lot fanned into a flame in his words, and you nodded mutely. Jake helped you out of the cab of the truck (a couple more kisses and a smidge more of that voice, and you probably would’ve slid off the seat), and you walked on unsteady legs towards the house.
Upstairs, you rooted through Jake’s pajama drawer, looking for the worn navy tshirt he’d requested. You could hear the refrigerator door opening and shutting as Jake shuffled groceries around the kitchen, and you stripped unceremoniously, before pulling the tshirt over your head. The material felt soft, the hem falling just to the tops of your thighs. Jake’s footsteps sounded on the stairs and you darted over to the bed, perching on the edge of it as he came into the room.
At the sight of you, something softened in his demeanor.
His shoulders lost some of their tension, even as he pulled in a deep breath, looking at you. Your thighs pressed together as you fought the urge to squirm under the intensity of his gaze, no less unsettling for its familiarity. He noticed, of course, his eyes darting down to your thighs, and an almost-smile growing on his lips.
He walked into the room slowly, each step measured, and by the time he made it to the bed you were practically vibrating with need. To hear his voice, to feel his touch, to know you’d generated some kind of reaction from him, while you sat fidgeting.
Jake stopped in front of you, running a finger along the neckline of the shirt, and you couldn’t help but lean towards him.
“Thank you.”
He said it quietly, and it surprised you. You weren’t sure if he meant for changing, for waiting, for understanding that he couldn’t say whatever it was, but as you met his eyes as he stood over you, you nodded an unspoken ‘you’re welcome’.
Jake’s hand trailed down the front of the tshirt, his touch warm even through the cotton. His fingers stalled when he reached your breasts, his thumbs passing languidly over you as he confirmed you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Your nipples hardened under his teasing touch, light and unhurried, even as his eyes darkened.
“So good for me,” Jake murmured, and his hands dropped farther. He tapped the tops of your thighs and you opened them obediently. There was no pretense here, no point in pretending his words and his authority didn’t affect you. As you parted your legs, Jake sank to his knees beside the bed, his eyes flashing as he bent level to your hips.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered, his warm breath ghosting over you, the endearment falling from his lips like it was natural, even if it was only when you were like this, “is this for me?”
He pressed a feather-light kiss to your core, his tongue darting out between his lips to taste you and you knew what he meant—you were already glistening with arousal. Jake’s fingers came up to grip your thighs and he inhaled deeply as he spread your legs farther, sending a flush of color across your chest. You always felt desired with Jake, but sometimes it felt carnal, the way he needed you to fill all his senses.
Another light kiss, another sweep of his tongue, tantalizing promises and teases for the both of you. You leaned back on your hands, braced on the bed, as Jake’s gentle touches continued. It wasn’t at all what you’d expected, this soft exploration, and your hips lifted towards him, asking for more.
He pulled back.
You whimpered at the loss of his mouth, looking down to see him licking his lips. Jake’s chin was wet, shining with your arousal, and he’d barely touched you.
“Jake…” you started, your body canting towards him, but his hands on your legs stilled you.
“Asked you a question,” he mumbled, holding your eyes while he leaned in to place another chaste kiss on your cunt. His lips closed over you, his tongue curled against you, and you trembled at the dark look in his eyes.
“Yes, fuck,” you breathed, and Jake sucked where his lips had sealed, a reward. “All for you, Jake, only you.”
He hummed, the vibration causing your head to fall back as he placed another maddeningly controlled kiss on your core. He lapped at you slowly, pulling your arousal into his mouth, savoring your taste, taking his time. You realized you were trembling, your body shaking as Jake took what he desired, finding his pleasure between your thighs.
He kissed you, again, again, a soft trail up to your clit. When he rolled his tongue over that tight mound, your arms gave out, one of your hands tangling into his hair while you fell back to your other elbow.
Jake chuckled against your core.
“Need something, sweetheart?” he asked, licking a long stroke up your cunt. Your back arched and you cried out as Jake smirked into you, his tongue circling your clit. “Use your words.”
“More,” you gasped, your hips bucking into his touch. “Please, Jake, I need more.”
“More?” Jake asked, his voice low, and his teeth brushed over your clit as he sucked. You moaned, and Jake soothed you with more light kisses before you felt him shifting. A moment later, a thick finger traced along your folds, and you nodded feverishly.
“Please,” you begged, “I need—”
“Oh she needs, does she?” Jake mused, and you whimpered as he pulled back. You felt his cheek press against your thigh as he watched his fingers pulling through you. He spread you with his hand, holding your folds apart so he could lick deeply into you. The pressure of his tongue, the sureness of his touch, it felt so good, but it wasn't anywhere near enough.
And he knew it, the asshole.
“Yes, please, I—” you broke off with a yelp when Jake pinched your clit. He leaned in to soothe it with another frustrating kiss, but your body echoed with the throbbing pulse.
“Most people would be grateful to have their man on his knees, wouldn’t they?” Jake said, his voice muffled as his lips trailed over your core, but the teasing derision still present, sending a tremor through you. “But not you, hmm, honey? You want more.”
Your breath caught at his words; surely he hadn’t meant to say your man.
He wasn’t yours like that, hot as it was for him to say it…but the illusion of it was enough to set your reeling. You looked down at him—hair mussed from your fingers, pupils blown wide from your taste, shoulders panting as he chose between air and more of you—and this afternoon you liked the idea of him being yours.
“Greedy, greedy girl,” Jake chastised softly, when you didn’t correct him, but if you closed your eyes, you could pretend there was a fondness hiding in the gentleness of his voice.
He thrust two fingers into you.
You arched off the bed, a wail falling from your lips as Jake curled his fingers inside of you.
“And I take care of you, don’t I,” he said, kissing your cunt sloppily as his fingers worked in and out of you. “Every damn time, satisfy this needy pussy, this fucking perfect cunt.”
The stretch of his fingers, the wet drag of his tongue, the dirty sting of his words, washed over you and you moaned as he wrecked you.
“Yes, Jake,” you practically whined. “You’re so good, you feel so good, please—”
“That’s right,” Jake gritted, his fingers working faster. He thrust into you, stroking your walls and kissing it better with his warm mouth. You felt your thighs shaking and heat building in your center and you didn’t remember falling back onto the bed, but you didn’t remember anything other than the torturous, teasing, all consuming need that Jake was stroking between your legs.
“Fuck, honey, squeezing me so tight,” Jake panted. “You gonna cum for me? After all that needing, you gonna let me make you feel good? Come on, sweetheart, let me have it; it’s mine.”
His fingers continued stretching you, thrusting into you with perfect, intoxicating, precision and Jake leaned closer to your core again. His nose brushed against your clit before his lips closed around it, sucking messily, and you felt the building pressure inside of you shatter.
You heard yourself sobbing like something in a dream, distant and echoing, but all you could feel was the tremors wracking your body, and Jake’s tongue pulling you through it.
“Pretty girl,” Jake was murmuring between kisses. “You’re so damn beautiful, all the time, but when you come for me it’s something else. You did so good, sweetheart, so good, and you taste like fucking heaven…”
You whimpered as your head cleared, pulling weakly at his hair as he continued to kiss your sensitive core.
Jake continued to lap up your release, unrelenting, unsatiated, and you both groaned when he eased a finger back into you.
“How we doing, sweetheart,” he asked, and when you opened your eyes, he was watching you carefully. You realized he was holding his finger still inside of you, and it was your hips pulling him into you, rocking into his hand.
“Good,” you whispered.
Jake nodded, and his finger curled. “That’s my girl.”
His words soothed over you, and you felt them settle warmly over your skin, the same as when he’d called himself your man. It was probably pheromones, nothing more, but God it was a lovely thought.
“Sweetheart…” Jake’s voice was quiet, dangerous. “You know what that look does to me.”
This was happening more often than not, little moments where you wished for more, and Jake had to remind you that that wasn’t the deal you’d both agreed to. You clenched your eyes shut again, trying to make it go away.
“Sorry,” you mumbled.
When you looked at him again, Jake’s forehead was pursed in a frown, and he shifted his weight to climb up onto the bed. He lowered himself over you, his hard body pressing over your soft one, and his mouth found yours. He kissed you and you tasted yourself on his tongue, even in the gentle insistence of this kiss.
Jake pulled back, his lips trailing along your jaw, your neck.
“Don’t apologize, honey, please don’t,” he whispered against your skin. “I can’t…please don’t.”
And you pressed your lips tightly together to trap the words, but when he pulled back to look at you, you knew you couldn’t look, not without showing him what he didn’t want to see. You could feel him watching you carefully, gauging your reaction as he added another finger inside of you. He groaned when you clenched around him, his hips rocking into you slowly as yours spread wider, to cradle him.
“Feels good, Jake,” you gasped, loving the weight and motion of him.
He sucked on your neck, nibbling lightly and letting go as he rocked into you again. “Why’d you have to do that,” he mumbled into your collarbone, “look at me like that, then tell me it feels good. Makes me want to keep you, honey.”
Your hips stuttered against his, even as you knew he didn’t mean it, he couldn’t. Before you could ask and before he could take it back, he surged up to kiss you again. There was something almost frantic in his kiss, desperate enough that you knew this was it, whatever had gotten into him back at the grocery store.
“Sweetheart,” he groaned, pulling his fingers out of you, settling his hands on your waist, squeezing tightly to orient himself. His face was buried in your neck, hiding, even as his clothed hips rutted harder against you.
“Tell me what you need,” you asked, one of your hands coming up to card through his hair. He shivered, this enormous pilot, shivered at your words and your touch. He pulled back to look at you again, carefully, for a long moment.
The afternoon sun was fading, and he looked golden in your arms, crouched above you. He hadn’t pushed your hand from his hair, and you smiled when he moved his head, adjusting where you were scratching him, working up the gumption to say whatever it was he needed.
“Can we pretend?” he asked at last, his voice holding something almost vulnerable. “I…maybe I can explain it later. But for now, can we just pretend?”
You didn’t know what he meant, but, irrationally, you trusted him anyway. If this was what he needed, and you could provide it, then you would. You nodded, and he let out a slow breath, nodding back. Beyond that, he didn’t move, looking almost uncertain with what to do next, so you pushed at his shoulders lightly.
“Let’s start here, yeah?” you prompted, pulling his shirt over his head.
Jake helped you, shifting to his side so you both could work on getting his pants off. Then he was in his boxer briefs, and you were in his shirt, and then he pulled that off of you too. The air was thick for a moment as you lay looking at each other, waiting.
You ran a hand down his chest, over the smooth skin and coarse hair, thickening as you trailed lower. You brushed your fingers over his length, straining against his underwear, and looked back up at him through your lashes.
“Don’t you want to fuck me, Jake?” you asked softly. He nodded, eyes closing as you ran your hand over him again.
“More than that,” he whispered.
He felt good in your hand, hot and thick, and you watched the outline grow as you waited for him to finish the thought.
You felt him brush some of your hair out of your face, before he said quietly, “Want to get you pregnant.”
You froze.
When you looked back up at him, Jake was watching you closely and your heart felt like someone had it in a chokehold because that was what he’d meant by pretending?? You’d mentally prepared for some variety of roleplay, maybe even an admiral or rank kink, but this? You, just with a future together?
While your mind was screaming that it was unintentionally cruel, your body was sighing that it was so. Damn. Hot.
You had an IUD so it wasn’t a possibility, but the fantasy was admittedly one that sent a pulse of need straight through you.
“Color,” Jake asked softly, and you bit your lip.
If you said no, he’d be apologetic, probably fix you a bath or go downstairs, give you some space while he fixed something from the grocery run earlier. You’d eat together, pretend it hadn’t happened, and he’d help you get back to base, whatever you needed. Unless what you needed was to be here with him, like this, only not pretend.
It was that simple, wasn’t it: there was no way you were walking unscathed away from knowing how Jake fucked you when he wanted a future with you.
But you looked at him, into his soft eyes that were waiting for you, hoping for you, and there was only one word in your mind.
“Green,” you whispered.
Jake’s eyes closed.
The hand that had brushed your hair away settled on your neck and he pulled you to him.
“Thank you,” he said, and before you could process that, he kissed you.
This kiss was different.
It wasn’t possessive, it wasn’t hungry. It was almost tender. It was gratitude, honest and insistent, pressed against your lips as Jake thanked you for something he had no way of knowing you wanted.
It was too gentle, but when you tried to deepen it, Jake held back, soothing you with soft caresses. His hands were light on your shoulders, your waist, the side of your face, embracing you with more than just his kiss. You melted into it, the gentle slide of his mouth against yours, his sweet taste, the strength of his arms around you. Jake kissed you until he felt you trust him with it, and then he rolled you both over.
He settled over you, his long body draping over yours, and you wanted to melt into the bedspread. Your arms were wrapped around him, pulling him closer to you, and one of your hands ran over his stomach to slip into his underwear. You hummed into Jake’s kiss as your fingers wrapped around his cock, warm and heavy in your hand, and his hips pushed further into your grasp.
“Honey, hold on—” he muttered against your lips, but you shook your head. His touch was too good, there was too much unspoken, and if you let the tenderness fester unchecked, you weren’t going to be able to handle this.
You could lean into this, you could do it. You slid your hands around his back, pushing his boxer briefs down to his thighs before your hand returned to his cock. You knew he always got a little worked up when he went down on you, and as you stroked your hand over him, precum beaded on the tip of his cock.
“Waited long enough, Jake,” you whispered, “want you to fill me.”
Jake drew in a sharp breath at your words, and he nudged your chin with his nose, moving your face so he could kiss up your neck. His mouth was more desperate than focused; you knew he’d leave marks and you tried not to think about why you wanted him to. You shifted under him, moving to guide his cock towards your entrance, brushing against your thighs, slicked with his spit and your orgasm.
“Sweetheart,” he groaned, words muffled against your neck, a warning and a promise as you ran his cock through your folds. “You’re so warm and I’m not even in you yet.”
“Want to feel you,” you told him, wishing your voice was wrecked because he’d asked you to pretend, not because the thought of him having you like this sent your head spinning.
“I know, honey,” Jake said, voice low. “Just give me a sec.”
You could hear his breathing, measured like he had to count it, like it was overwhelming for him too. You licked your lips as you lined him up with your core.
“Come on, Jacob,” you cooed, letting go of his cock and running your hands up his side, settling under his shoulder blades, “don’t you want to breed me?”
“Fucking hell,” Jake swore, and his hips slammed forward.
Your head fell back as he shoved his cock into you, stretching you, deep and hot and sudden. You whimpered his name as your body ached in the most delicious way, stuffed, full.
“What’d you think would happen, honey,” Jake said, his voice hoarse, but his tone sharp. His arms caged around you, and he pushed off the bed to pull out slowly.
The drag of his cock through your cunt was devastating, but not half as much as the look on his face, when you opened your eyes.
Fuck, he looked so good.
Sandy hair in his eyes, expression strained as he held his body in check, his eyes blown wide with desire. His head dropped when he pulled nearly out of you, just the tip still in you, and you felt yourself clenching down on him, needing him. His lowered head draped his dog tags against your chest, the cold metal causing you to gasp.
Jake chuckled, a rumble of a laugh, and the tags dragged across your chest, then trailed up your neck as he leaned forward while he pushed back into you. You looked down your body, down to where his thick cock, shining with your joint arousal, was pressing back into your entrance.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” Jake said, and you looked up at him. “That’s right. Look at me while I feed you my cock.”
You whimpered, every impulse telling you to close your eyes, let your head fall, focus only on the stretch of his cock and your body adjusting to him. But you let your eyes burn as you looked up at him, and Jake almost smiled.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Beautiful girl, doing so good for me.”
Your nails raked up his back as he bottomed out in you. He felt so deep, like you could feel his heartbeat, or maybe that was just the way his chest was pressed up against yours. It felt like every inch of your body was connected to his, melting into him, as Jake waited for you to adjust. His eyes darted over your face, watching you carefully, and it warmed you just as much as his body over yours.
“Need you to move, Jake,” you gasped, when you were ready. “Need to feel you move.”
“We’re back to need, are we?” Jake asked wryly, but he rolled his hips, pushing deeper into you before pulling himself back out. He thrust back into you, your body accepting him, craving the push and pull and the fullness of him. Jake set a steady pace, deep and thorough and you felt like every time he pressed into you it was too much, and when he pulled out, like you needed him all the more for it.
So, yeah, you were back to need.
“Fuck, those sounds you’re making,” Jake groaned. “You sound so good, sweetheart, I could come just from hearing you.”
You hadn’t even realized you were whining, each thrust of Jake’s hips punching sounds out of you. A layer of sweat coated his skin, soothing the abrasion of his chest hair as he moved over your and the juxtaposition of it all—his words, his cock, his sweat, his chest—clouded your mind so all you could do was keep making whatever noises he pulled from you.
“But not today, huh?” Jake continued, pushing back into you. “Not today, because today’s not just about getting us there, is it, it’s about fucking filling you.”
You moaned at his words, nodding desperately, feeling yourself clenching him tighter at his words. God, you wanted to feel that, wanted to feel him.
“‘s that what you want, baby?” Jake gritted, his hips slamming forward. “To be so full of me, with my seed, not just when I can give it to you like this. Fuck, you’d always have me in you, wouldn’t you, carrying me.”
You felt yourself sliding up the bed, being pushed up by the force of his thrusts. You reached back for the headboard, finding it closer than you’d expected, pushing back to meet Jake, and he moaned.
“That’s right, sweetheart, push yourself back on this cock. You need that don’t you, to milk it till you’re full of me?”
You cried out as you nodded, needing that, just like he said. Jake swore under his breath, reaching down to rearrange you. He pulled your legs out from your hips, hooking his elbows under your thighs and easing into you again.
“Jake, fuck,” you groaned, the new angle pushing him impossibly deeper. Pleasure curled hot in your core, stoked higher by the friction of Jake’s thrusts. Your body was still sensitive from your first orgasm, but his cock and his words had you hurtling towards that precipice again, sooner than you could’ve imagined.
“You too, sweetheart,” he gritted, but he couldn’t know, couldn’t feel this as much as you did.
“Jake,” you whimpered. “I’m want to come, please—”
“No,” Jake gasped, and your eyes flew open. His jaw was slack, his eyes hooded, but his expression was intense as he looked down at you. His mouth opened slightly when he pressed deeper into you again, but he gained control when he pulled back, your body protesting the loss of him.
“No?” you echoed, and he shook his head.
“We have to time it right,” Jake murmured, his cock shoving back into you, “if we want this to stick, honey, you have to come with me.”
Your eyes rolled back, at his words or from the steady press of his cock. “Jake—”
“Count us down, sweetheart,” Jake said, voice stern. He braced his hands on either side of you, his arms shaking as he held himself in check, but his expression steady. “I’ll get us there, but you tell me when you need it.”
Fuck, you were pretty sure you could come just then, if he told you to. But you bit your lip and nodded, rewarded by a slow push as Jake rolled his hips into you.
“Ten…” he prompted.
“Ten,” you repeated, not sure if you could make it that long. Jake pulled back as he stroked out of you, and you heard him spit a moment before a cool wetness covered your clit.
“You look so beautiful,” Jake whispered, his thumb brushing over your clit. “God, how unreal you’re going to look carrying my child.”
“Nine,” you gasped, your vision blurring as his finger worked over you.
“Fuck, with your stomach all round,” Jake broke off as he thrust into you sharply, “filled, carrying my child...”
His thumb moved in a circle with delicious, maddening pressure, and you moaned as his words settled over you. “Eight.”
“These tits,” Jake leaned forward, his shoulders pressing your thighs flat against the bed and his mouth closing over your breast, messily kissing you, “they’ll be fucking swollen, won’t they, as you get ready to nurse our child.”
Your back arched off the bed as his tongue worked over you, mirroring the motion of his thumb. His mouth was wet and warm and perfect, and heat pulsed through your body. You could feel everything and you keened as you tamped it down, knowing you had to wait.
“Seven,” you managed, and Jake hummed, you could feel it.
“So soft, swollen, and all full of milk,” Jake mumbled, switching to the other breast. “And when you’re aching and sensitive, I’ll be there for you—bet you’ll taste so sweet like that, won’t you, darlin’.”
The thought of nursing Jake was stunning, and you moaned when you realized he was sucking at you, nipping and miming milking your breasts. You felt your body tighten, your toes curling and you shook your head against the pillow.
“Six; I’m not going to—”
“You’ll make it,” Jake soothed, releasing your breasts and shifting back, returning his attention to your clit. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart, I know you can do it. Just a little longer, have to make sure you’re ready for me.”
“Five,” you gasped, “I’m ready, Jake, please–”
Jake pressed more firmly on your clit, stealing your words as your breath caught. “I don’t know, honey—you’re doing so good for me, but it’s a big fucking load. That’s what you need, that’s what I need, so much fucking cum, to get my girl pregnant.”
You could only moan, surrendering to the feelings and emotions he was caressing out of you. Your skin felt white hot, and you could feel your legs trembling; it was only a matter of time before you lost control entirely.
“Four,” you whimpered, and Jake thrust into you again.
“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he soothed, his own voice tight as he fought off his orgasm. “You’re milking my cock so good, honey, can you feel it? Feel how hard you make me, how bad I need you, how I need to fill you?”
His rhythm faltered as his pace sped up, his cock plunging into you. Jake grunted at the top of every thrust, a sound of deep satisfaction that curled through you, gave you strength you didn’t know to hold off, to wait for him, to do it together.
“Three,” you cried.
“That’s it, sweetheart, because I do need to feel you, need to fill you, pump till you’re full of me and see me dripping out of my pretty cunt. Christ, you feel so good, you’re so good, how are you—”
Jake broke off, his hips slamming into yours, his cock reaching a place that had you seeing stars. Your eyes rolled back and you reached for him blindly, anchoring yourself with a hand in his hair, the other closing around his dog tags, moving with him as he thrust over you.
“Two,” you moaned.
“Almost there, sweetheart,” Jake groaned. “Almost there, almost time for me to fuck a baby into you. Fuck, you’ll be such a good mama, won’t you, so smart and beautiful and glowing when you’re carrying my child, all contented because I gave you everything, always will, and you can’t leave then, not with my seed—tell me you’re close, honey, are you almost there?”
“Jake,” you wailed, your count forgotten as your body trembled, his words closing around your heart like a vice. Jake’s pace was bordering on erratic, rhythm lost, his sweat dripping down to your joined bodies every time his hips met yours.
“Gonna give you a baby,” he gritted, “but you have to come with me, come with me now, please, fuck, sweatheart—”
Jake came with a shout, hoarse and sharp and he pressed his hips into you. He pulsed inside of you, his hips shuddering, and you could feel his cum streaming into you, hot and deep and what you needed. His head dropped to your chest as his body loosened with his release and you felt your orgasm break over you, like a thousand fuses lit at once.
The room swam, blinding light and senseless heat, pulsing over your skin like a heartbeat, and your awareness was distilled to him—Jake.
Jake’s beautiful groan when he finished, echoing around in your head, the holiest sound you’d ever heard.
Jake’s hips stuttering weakly against yours, thrusting even after he’d cum, like he couldn’t stop.
Jake’s voice, hoarse, whispering words you couldn’t discern, phrases you must’ve heard incorrectly, promises pressed against your skin.
Jake’s hands, shaking with the force of his orgasm, but smoothing over your skin, checking you, soothing you.
The light faded and you fell back into yourself, into your wrung out body, drenched in sweat and pleasure. The room felt hazy, heavy, and you realized Jake had matched his breathing to yours. You reached down, pushing the sweat-dampened hair off his forehead, smiling reassuringly when he looked up at you.
You could see it on the tip of his tongue, wanting to ask if you were okay, but he held it back, and you watched him shut down the part of him that was nervous about what had just happened.
“Hi,” you whispered, your voice hoarse.
“Hey,” Jake said back, clearing his throat. “Um, I can get a towel—”
“Can we stay?” you asked, hoping it didn’t sound too desperate. You just needed a minute, just a moment to bask in the warmth of what you’d pretended to feel, before your mind could catch up enough to pretend it away.
Jake hesitated for a moment, before nodding, and gently rearranging your legs, laying them down beside him before he shifted onto his back, pulling you with him. You went easily, resting on his chest and drawing a deep breath, thankful for the borrowed moment.
He probably wasn’t pulling out to avoid making a mess, knowing a washcloth was far away, but you could almost imagine it was because he craved the closeness as much as you did.
As you settled against his chest, one of Jake’s hands came up, absently running up and down your arm. You thought it had to count for something, the ‘friends’ part of ‘friends with benefits’, so you steadied yourself before you asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”
Jake’s hand stilled, then resumed its slow brushing as he petted you. You knew he knew what you meant—you weren’t asking about the sex, you were asking about before.
“Not really,” he said quietly.
You’d expected as much. “Okay.”
Jake’s fingers drummed against your arm, and the room was quiet again. The sun was setting, casting the room in an orange light, like the inside of a lamp.
“I mean, if you want to, we can,” he hedged, after a minute.
You scoffed. “That doesn’t mean much; I always want to talk with you.”
Shit.
The words had slipped out before you could stop them, and you squeezed your eyes shut, wishing you could take them back.
“We can ignore that,” you mumbled, and Jake chuckled softly, before sobering.
“If I tell you why,” he said, “can we ignore that, too?”
Ignoring and pretending, how you’d always expected falling in love to be.
Even though no one could see you, you rolled your eyes at yourself, and your malaise. You nodded into Jake’s chest, knowing he could feel it.
His hand was back to stroking your arm, like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.
“You kinda looked like that kid,” he said.
Your heart stopped.
“What?” you managed.
“At Whole Foods,” Jake said, “when you were holding that little girl. I just came around the corner and it was like…like I saw a whole parallel life, one where someone married you, gave you kids. And I’d just walk by you in a grocery store, without knowing. Hell, even knowing, you looked like a family, like you fit together, like…”
He trailed off and your head physically ached as your mind whirred, processing his words. “Jake, she didn’t look anything like me.”
“Her hair was similar,” he continued, a stubborn lilt to his voice, and you knew he wasn’t looking to be reasoned out of this.
“Okay,” you said, wetting your lips, waiting for Jake to finish the thought.
Only he didn’t.
He simply lay there, with you, his hand moving gently up and down your arm, seemingly content.
“So you decided you wanted to roleplay us getting pregnant?” you prompted, when it became clear that he wasn’t going to say anything else.
Jake sighed. “I hated it.”
You jolted at his words. “What?”
“Shit no, sweetheart, not that,” Jake said hurriedly. “Not what we—no, are you kidding, that was so damn hot—I meant seeing you in the store. With him. And holding her. It…I don’t know, it made me mad it wasn’t me.”
You pulled in a sharp breath, trying to find a platonic way to interpret that.
You could feel your heartbeat in your temples, so loud you couldn’t think, much less rationalize and you pushed yourself off of his chest. Your hips ached as you spread them again, settling your knees on either side of Jake as you looked down at him, still joined. Jake’s expression was guarded, but he let you look, shifting his shoulders on the pillows but meeting your eyes. Without your arm to stroke, his hand fell to the top of your thighs and resumed its motion there; you could tell the silence was making him nervous.
Well, that made two of you.
“I need you to be so fucking honest with me, Jake Seresin,” you said, proud of the way your voice was steady. “What does that mean?”
A hundred emotions flashed across Jake’s face before you could name them, and then he pushed himself up, settling you firmly on his lap as he brought his eyes level to yours.
“It should be me,” he said, “not with a kid, per se, and not just in Whole Foods, but people should look at us and see we fit.”
And then he kissed you.
For a moment, you were frozen.
This couldn’t be happening.
It had to be a weird, sex-induced dream where Jake told you he was jealous of an absolute stranger, jealous enough to admit he had something dangerously close to feelings for you.
But even as alarm bells sounded in your head, you knew this wasn’t a dream.
Because your body was sore in a very real way, the man in front of you was flushed, his fingers digging into your thighs with nervous tension, and he was kissing you carefully, so carefully, like he could pull back at any moment if you told him to.
Like hell.
You leaned into him, your hands wrapping around the back of his head to pull him closer to you. You felt him relax, felt his shoulders loosen and his arms wind around your waist, pulling your body flush against him. And this kiss was new, it was different, it was excitement and a little bit of embarrassment, at the foolishness of waiting so long.
You broke away, panting, and Jake rested his forehead against yours, his chest heaving. In the orange light, he looked gilded, too good to be true, like maybe he was Midas but you didn’t care if your skin turned to metal, so long as he didn’t stop touching you.
His long lashes fluttered, and your heart flipped at what you read in his green eyes as he opened them.
“Jesus, Jake,” you muttered, teasing, “you could’ve just told me you wanted to go steady.”
He chuckled, a warm low sound that you felt shake his body at the old-fashioned phrase.
“Yeah,” he said, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple, “but then we would’ve never discovered you had a breeding kink.”
Your jaw dropped and you pulled back, sputtering. “Excuse me—”
“I know, I know,” Jake shook his head, grinning, incorrigible. “But admit it: you loved it.”
You snapped your mouth shut, trapping the response that threatened to bubble out, words you hadn’t dared think, much less speak, before this moment. Jake looked at you, at your pressed-together lips and eyes that always said too much, and his smile softened.
“I know,” he said again, quietly, and he kissed you gently. Jake’s arms were tight around you and you leaned into him, letting it—whose kink it was, what you loved, what he knew—all go, knowing there was nowhere else you’d rather be.
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Edit: this post was made months before Diasomnia release.
- Delusional OC sketches and headcanons: Malleus' mama and papa -
*seduce, not saduce lmao sorry I'm tired
Malleus Draconia never met his parents, but Lilia could vividly remember them as if he only last saw them yesterday. Malleus' father (whose name also happened to be Malleus) was a student of his and had a consistent air of superiority about him-- he walked and talked with such confidence befitting that of the majestic horns that adorned his head like a crown. In dragon anatomy, you see, large, beautifully sculpted horns are a clear indicator of how fertile and desirable its genes were. So there was never a doubt that this man was a natural attractor for many a woman.
... Except nobody ever stuck with him. The prince had a terrible personality. He went on and on, on and on with prattling about anything and everything under the sun (actually mostly about weapons and griffons and philosophy and geography) to the point that ladies thought he was self-centered and was looking for a mirror to marry, rather than a wife. That was not true however. He was simply an excitable boy.
He had reached a record age of three centuries (still wifeless) when he decided that being stuck in Briar Valley was limiting his viewpoint of the world. He had enrolled at an academia overseas, and that was when he met his future bride: Matilda. Upon meeting eyes with her, he had known that it was love at first sight. (It was not. He merely thought having another dragon fae as queen would benefit his country.) And so, relentlessly, day in and day out, he pursued her in order to win her affection.
The lady simply treated him like furniture, however.
Still, everyday he would sit at her table in the library. He would first attempt to flirt with her, but as he noticed how focused she was in drafting her blueprints, he would give up and eventually become engrossed in whatever he was studying. He would scribble down notes and make commentaries to himself about this and that, and to be honest... She found that quite endearing. He had a frivolous mouth, but he was earnest in his pursuit of developing his country.
She had been secretly watching him, and one fateful day, she accidentally let out a giggle. A secretive acknowledgment of his presence. And of course, sharp as his draconic ears were, he returned her gaze and happened upon her beautiful smile.
That was when he realized that the words he sang to her-- the "you're lovely as blooming flowers in the spring", "your voice is as melodious as a crystal bell in winter"-- were all very, very true. The next words he had uttered were finally taken straight from his heart, and then for the very first time since they met, she had replied to him with lips upturned in an elegant crescent.
The following year, when he returned to Briar Valley for the holidays, his mother Maleficia almost squealed in pleasant surprise that her son had brought home a lovely bride. It was a blur after that. Lilia could recall how the castle seemed to have turned upside down with how lively it had suddenly gotten; secretive dates, a wedding, a coronation, pregnancy woes, and... a sudden despair.
The couple had created life, but paid for it with their lives.
Whenever Lilia was recalling this story to the toddler he was tucking under the covers, he would come to a sudden halt. Little Malleus would ask why, but he would just shake his head and ruffle the boy's hair.
"I was just thinking how great a king and queen your father and mother had been. They were strong, and brave, and kind..."
"Will I grow great like them, too?"
Lilia paused and gazed into the boy's eyes. Then, with a smile, he stroked his tuft of hair and patted him to sleep.
"Of course, dear. Now sleep. A future king needs to be strong and healthy to be great. You won't grow up without sleep!"
They were gone too early. Far too early; they never even saw what their child looked like beneath the shells.
For now, he would burn every moment of this boy's tiny smiles in his memory, so that he could recall in detail every moment of this child's beautiful life when he finally reunites with his old friends.
#there's zero lore on briar valley and so i did it myself#twisted wonderland#twst oc#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge
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Omg Jade, I’ve been LOVING the asf resurgence ☺️☺️ It hits my heart in all the right ways!!
I was wondering if would please write something showing more of the burrow from asf? Would love to see Molly (alongside Fred ofc!) doting on the reader. Maybe she feels poorly during a gathering? Just an idea - no pressure ofc to respond or to go in this direction. Thank you either way!!! 😊
tysm for ur request!! sorry this took me a whole month ♡ fem!reader, 1.5k
cw mental health issues/ poor eating habits
The popcorn is greasy between your fingers. You look down at a slightly burned kernel without much feeling, giving it a squeeze to listen to the styro-foamy groan as it breaks.
The crumbs fall down the front of your hoodie. The mess is enough to make you feel something other than tired, blinking to attention while you pick tiny bits from your tummy.
Fred's hand reaches over to help. "Whoops," he says, flicking them off of the sofa onto the rug.
"Don't do that," you chastise without any heat, nudging his knee with yours. "Your poor mum will have to clean it up."
"No she won't."
"Are you going to hoover before we go?" you ask.
Fred puts his hand on your thigh for an unapologetic feel. "No. She'd be offended."
It's hard to describe how something as simple and as normal as Fred's hand on your leg can make you feel. Suddenly, you aren't alone in your head, feeling all sorts of awful. There's someone with you.
Fred often laments (with sympathy) that you live in the past. He's not wrong. There are things that haunt you without pulling punches, stuff that makes you feel sick even though you can't remember how it all went anymore. It's like your body has caught hold of the way you felt at the time and is now throwing you into the deep end, no warnings.
George takes the popcorn bowl from your lap, a lazy heist from his positioning on the floor. He, Ron, and Harry play a game of exploding snap that smells like no one's winning by your shoes.
Bill and Fleur sit on bean bags by the fire, their legs interlocked, and the baby (who isn't a baby anymore, actually, a brand new toddler) waddles around the room in footie pyjamas. Every time you see Victoire, you wonder if she's an easy baby, and if you'd be a good mom. If you're even capable.
Things tend to twist from there. Capable in any capacity? You're sure there are a hundred different things that Fred wants from you that he will never be able to have. A girlfriend who doesn't shut down when she's worried. A partner who pulls their weight. You let him down pretty much every day though he doesn't say, in your uselessness. You're awful. He deserves better than someone who's clinging to the bad things that happened to her (though you don't want to cling, you can't seem to make yourself stop).
Fred's hand abandons your thigh. He sits up in his seat on the sofa to wrap his arm behind your neck instead, encouraging your head under his. With the side of his chin pressed to your temple, he doesn't say a word.
Molly appears from the garden with a handful of fresh lemon balm. "Who wants a cup of tea?" she asks.
Her eyes flicker straight for you. Fred told you once that Harry used to be her favourite child. It confused you —family is much more than blood, but still, there's so many to choose from and they're all brilliant, so why Harry?
He was the one who needed the favouritism most, Fred says. Mum has a built-in pain detector. She knows when people need love.
"We'll have a cup of tea," Fred says, rubbing your shoulder.
"Obviously," Molly says, though what's obvious about it escapes you. "Anyone else?"
There's a chorus of requests, most of which you can't keep straight. Molly's brilliant, she doesn't miss a beat. "Lovely," she says with a smile.
"I'll come help you, mum," George says, using your legs as a brace to get up.
You kick him without force in the leg. He turns to you, shooting you an adoring, saccharine smile with hands at his chest curved into a heart shape.
"He's in a mood today," Fred says.
Your sleeves bunch under his hands with every upward swipe. You sit there for a while feeling off. Something is wrong, some pit sucking you in, but nothing's happened. It's been a while since you felt this suddenly sick —you're better than you were, but you aren't better.
"It's okay," Fred says, like he can read your mind. His reassurance kisses warm over your cheek. "Do you want to go home?"
He doesn't seem upset with you. If anything, he's chipper, like he'd love to go home with you. It's a charade for your benefit to erase the guilt that comes with yanking him out of family time, and you don't fall for it.
Yet you can't make yourself smile. You aren't as good of an actor as he is. "No," you mumble, pulling away from his loving embrace to meet his eyes.
He inches closer, hand sliding down your arm.
"I love you," he says very quietly. He's at risk of being heard by three different brothers, each of which might rip him to shreds for being as whipped as he sounds.
You don't not want to say it back. Sometimes it's hard. Fred isn't telling you for a parroting, anyhow, and he doesn't care when you fail to answer.
"Let's go help make tea," he says, standing up. You don't want to move, but you'd rather not stay by yourself. You've no choice but to follow him through the living room and into the kitchen.
"Hi, dearie," Molly says. You realise she's talking to you, not Fred. "You look like you need something to eat. I'll make you something sweet, how does that sound?"
It sounds like a bad idea. "That sounds great."
She nudges George off with his tray of tea to stand in front of you. "There's a good girl," she says, squeezing your elbow. "Fred says you're not eating, but you were fine at breakfast. Feeling better?"
"Mum," Fred says, sending you an apologetic look. "Sorry, I don't mean to gossip about you–"
"No, it's okay. It's nice, it's… a privilege to be worried about," you say, though you wish he wouldn't.
Molly shakes her head, ginger kinks swishing over her shoulders. "It's not a privilege, lovely. That's just what family does, mm? You worry about Freddie, he worries about you, and I'll worry about both of you."
"You don't have to worry about us, mum."
"I know. It's a privilege, though, to be the one worrying," Molly says, offering you a gentle smile.
"Right," you say.
"So stop pretending you're okay and have a seat. Freddie, you better go and get her one of your blankets, I think."
Fred grins and exits the kitchen quickly to avoid giving you time to protest. Ever a people pleaser, you sit down at the table in one of the chairs with a tall back. Molly puts down a cup of tea in front of you, swiftly followed by a plate of biscuits, a toasted, buttered currant scone, and a blueberry muffin sliced down the middle.
That's what gets you. The muffin cut in half, paper peeled away. Molly has no reason to like you; you make Fred happy, but you know you've made him so, so sad, sometimes. You've weighed him down. You're not the best he could've had, but his family don't care. He doesn't care. He loves you enough to breeze into the kitchen with a throw blanket, wrap it around your shoulders, and nestle a kiss behind your ear.
You scramble to grab his arms rather than let him stand again. He startles at first, but he recovers, and his arms curl around your front with enthusiasm that can't be faked.
"I love you," he murmurs. Words slid together like he's tipped them out, impossible to deny. "Try not to wind yourself up, alright? It's a normal day. The only people who matter are you and me, yeah?"
"Yeah," you say through a lump.
"I'll be just in the living room if you need me," Molly says.
"Thanks, mum," Fred says, perching his chin atop your head.
He waits for her to leave and plants a kiss on the highest point of your cheek. When you smile, he tracks them all over. Kiss to your head, your ear, the soft line of your jaw.
"Do you want to talk about something? Or should we think about other things?" he asks.
It's a strange, coddling way to ask if there's something in particular that's upset you, but it's nice to be coddled. Truthfully, there's nothing concrete that hurts. A little bit of everything. The world is busy and life is hard and people aren't always kind, and you'll always be unbalanced by that. Luckily, Fred's there to hold you up, together, whatever you need.
"Do you want half of my muffin?" you ask.
"I'm eyeing up your scone, honestly."
"You can have it if you want it."
Fred hugs you tightly. "And deprive you? No way. I'll settle for the muffin if you feed it to me," he says hopefully.
You twist in your chair, holding a bit of the muffin up for him to eat.
"I love you," you say. In a horror story, a nightmare, your nearly constant thoughts, he scoffs in your face.
Fred swallows roughly. "I know. S'why you're gonna let me have half the scone, too."
It's awfully cheesy, but you'd give him much more than a scone. You'd give him anything he asked you to give.
"Greedy," you say.
"I resent that, ghost."
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Hi!
I've seen people draw Bowser's dad or talk about him in fics, but I wanna think Bowser only had a mom :y just for the fun of it asdkaslkd
It's under a keep reading bc it's a tad bit long, if you'll read it then prepare for nonsensical rambling :y btw it's silly too
Like, she was a very big royal koopa queen who he doesn't remember because she left when he was too baby still (kicked the bucket 🧍) and Kamek (and Kammy) had to take care and raise him since then. And maybe Kamek jut did the bare minimum for him to remember her and Kammy actually put more effort into it- but it's because her death hurt Kamek too much.
Also he and the queen were in a sort of situationship JDKDHD
Anyone would notice he stared at her a bit too fondly, and Kammy made sure to let her sibling know he was being a lovesick fool and everyone could tell. Even the queen. Especially the queen.
But alas, she was the highest rank of royalty and Kamek was her advisor, so it would raise suspicion if they had something, he worried about people thinking they were colluding or something (my paranoid magikoopa that missed the chance of his life-)
She's just like Bowser but maybe beefier and more regal and likes to use her crown and jewelry always. She has a huge lot of confidence and is very assertive.
But they have a close relationship, and one day she's like: "Kamek, may I ask you something? Not from queen to advisor."
"From friend to friend? :>" he says smiling. But the queen shakes her head.
"No, from gorgeous koopa queen to lovesick fool-"
And anyway, that's how she asks him out.
So, the queen (who maybe is called Magma River or something volcanic-themed like that, she gets called Queen River?) got fed up on waiting for the silly advisor to take the lead, so she did. And then she died. So there's that. And Bowser was barely a year old.
Anyways.
Like imagine Queen River had Bowser the same way Bowser had Junior. Also she can't change her size at will, so when Bowser hatches she's like ??? bc royal koopalings are very small, but she's not sure she's even seen one, and by the size of his egg, she thought he'd be small, but not that small.
The baby is named after the queen's father, mostly because she pretends to have no idea what name to choose, so River unsubtly leaves it up to Kamek (and that makes him very joyful, bc naming a child is very important, and she's trusting him on it, as if he were the father 🙏- Kammy teases the hell out of him after they're out of the queen's hearing range)
So, they're prince Bowser the second :] (then they become he or whatvers jaskdja when Bowser's older)
-Anywaysss, imagine that in Bowser's castle, where there is this stone sculpture of his head in the front, is actually queen River's face- Bowser just looks way too much like her, sans the purple scales and shell, so the sculpture is never taken down, just like, reused as Bowser's?
-When years pass and Bowser's a toddler and then a kid, Kamek spoils the hell out of him. He gets him one hundred toys, let's the koopaling order him around, and even at times Bowser get very disrespectful and hits him- at that times it's Kammy who has to put her foot down, bc Queen River wouldn't have let her kid talk to anyone the way Bowser did to the servants or Kamek. The queen was straight forward and respectful of the staff- so Kammy tries to right Bowser's behavior now that he's small- it doesn't work very well, bc he still has an awful temper, but at least he treats the workers at the castle decently.
-Maybe the queen dies in a tragic way or whatever, and it has something to do with another kingdom, so they have a war and the koopas win and they have another kingdom to rule or whatevs. Also (here's more rambling) what if the Darklands is like a Yugoslavia (or something??) and Queen River did a great job of ruling all the lands but then she died and it all went down bc the advisors and council don't know how to rule properly -and the queen didn't have more family apart from her baby-so the Darklands dissolves and becomes only the Koopa Kingdom, the Goomba Kingdom, the Bob-omb's and all that - (Then when Bowser takes the crown, he decides he wants to rule all the Darklands again and that's why he starts wars and wins them and whatnot-? He forces the Darklands together again :[)
-Bowser gets curious about the rest of the kingdoms too, so he arranges meetings to meet the other rulers. Particularly in the Mushroom Kingdom, there happens to be the young princess Peach who has recently taken the lead of the kingdom. And when Bowser sees her, she's very beautiful and nice and has the prettiest eyes he's ever seen, and he determines he'll set things right with all the other kingdoms to gain her favor, so she agrees to become his queen and wife.
>So he does, and the kingdoms have a truce and a good relationship, and Bowser and Peach are maybe something close to friends, but then he proposes, and she rejects him. And then from there it's all the kidnapping stuff bc Bowser's young and stupid and obsessed with her in an unhealthy way.
[This part has to do with my Bowuigi family au-] So, the name of the mom was Magma River, and when the koopalings suggest names for their soon-to-arrive baby sibling, Morton suggests 'Magma :]' and Luigi's like, 'ooh, that's a good one :D' and Bowser's like 'hey that was my mom's name :3' but Kamek's like :'U inside bc that's his love's name! And wouldn't it be amazing if one of Bowser's children had her name??
So, he's very very glad that Luigi finally says 'Magma it is!' all happy bc they have an official name for their baby now. And maybe when Magma's born and shifts to koopa form, she looks so much like the queen (actually she looks like Bowser- but let the magikoopa dream) and he's like :'V
I got off the rails 🧍 that's what I had to say shdjdh the queen enjoys being a mom all of one year and then she dies :'v
River always got all excited to talk anyone's ears off about her amazing little child and showing photos from a wallet that has like 12546 photos in it to anyone that talked to her-
Kammy and the queen were close friends too! It was the magikoopa that suggested Queen River better do something about her relationship with Kamek, bc her idiot sibling never would and all that.
Anyways, as usual, bless you if you read till here sjdksj
#super mario bros#my art#bowser koopa#headcanon#?#kamek#text#luigi mario#big fan of Dr. E. Gadd and Kamek as an old couple that debate magic vs science or whatever JDKDHD so there's that too 🧍?#kammy#River had no family apart from Bowser#and Bowser has a big family#there's something in there maybe alksdas#also royal koopas live very long#so maybe her dad the king gave her the reign and then he died and she was like D:#bc River's all alone now and she focuses on ruling the darklands well#and many many years later she has bowser and she's like :D woo family!
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The making of heirs
Raphael x Gwen
Read on AO3
(Btw this is the same universe as Betrayer and Runaway Bride, it can be read on it's on own, but maybe reading both of them will help.
Warnings: 18+ this is smut. Just smut with a smidge of something in the beggining, but besides that, just straight sex. Breeding kink, there's some hands on neck but no actual choking, i think this might qualify as mating press? Also dirty talk near the end. P in V sex.
A/N: Second time i write smut let's go bitches. Also this is me setting up future dad!phael
Children.
The topic had been on Raphael’s mind for some time. He didn’t particularly like them. They demanded attention and made a mess everywhere. Mol had been an exception, but she was already a bit older when they met, and not a toddler or a babe.
But the idea of reproducing had its appeals. With the proper discipline and education, he could mold his children to his desires. They would be loyal to him, obey his commands, they would be the only ones he would entrust with positions of power, as they wouldn’t dare to go against their father. Besides, in the long run, he would be creating a line of tieflings, all tied back to him, just as the past archdevils had.
Raphael looked across the table he was eating dinner from. His wife, Gwendolyn, sat on the other side. He started imagining what their children would look like. A little girl, with the same pink skin and purple hair as her mother, but with his eyes and four horns. Or a boy, as handsome and strong as his father, with the same easy going smile as Gwen’s.
His thoughts took on a more lustful turn. He imagined ravishing her again and again, finishing inside of her until there was no doubt that his seed had taken place. He thought of her already fat belly growing bigger and bigger with his heir.
Raphael was suddenly brought back to reality when Gwendolyn asked “What’s on your mind?”
“Hm? Why do you ask?”
“You have that look on your face.” She grabbed a glass of wine. “The one you make when you’re scheming.” Gwen took a sip, looking at him.
“I was thinking about you.”
“Really?” She put the glass down, raising one brow.. “And what about me were you thinking of?”
He smirked. “About you carrying my heir in your womb.”
If Gwen had been drinking, she would have choked. “You want to have a child, Raphael?”
He got up from his seat. “Think about it.” Raphael slowly walked towards her. “It is the next logical step. Mephistopheles and Asmodeus both had lineages of tieflings traced back to them. It is only fair I have mine. A way to secure my - our - legacy.” At this point, he had walked behind her chair and put his face next to hers, whispering in Gwen’s ear. “Just imagine. A bunch of little ones, running around, a mix of the two of us. You wouldn’t be alone.”
“It’s a tempting thought.” She took a deep breath, moving her head slightly. “And how many children would the Lord of the Nine Hells want?”
Raphael sneaked one hand towards her neck, holding it and pulling her head backwards, making her gasp. “Eight, I think, would be a good number. One for each layer of hell, except this one, of course.” He kissed her open mouth. Raphael tightened his hold on her neck, just slightly enough to cause pressure but not to cut air supply.
Eventually, he let go of her, allowing Gwen to breathe. She turned around in her seat to look at him. “Surely you don’t expect me to carry eight children.” She stood up, putting a hand on his shoulder, while his eyes were fixated on her heaving chest. “How about we settle on three?”
Raphael took the hand on his chest and raised it towards his mouth, kissing her fingers. “We can discuss that later.” He murmured. “Now, let’s focus on producing the first one.”
Gwen bit her lip and nodded her head. Not even a moment later, his mouth was once again on hers, one hand holding her cheek with force, while the other went to the back of her dress, trying to untie it. With her hands, Gwen began to slowly unbutton his vest.
Eventually, Raphael grew frustrated and let go. He put his hands on top of the dress and in one movement, ripped the garment open, leaving her in her underwear. She gasped. “I really liked the dress.” Gwen removed her undergarments before he had any chance of ruining them as well.
Raphael made quick work of his own clothes and replied. “I’ll get you a hundred thousand as a replacement, pet.” He was once again on her, hands roaming her soft flesh.
Gwendolyn grabbed him by the back of his neck and reached a hand down his chest, slightly grazing his skin with her nails until she reached his half hard cock. She grabbed it, gently, rubbing it up and down. Raphael had one hand on her breasts, toying with her nipple, while the other was at her sex, inserting one finger than another, his thumb stroking her clit.
As they were both getting close to their climaxes, Raphael snapped them away to their bed. As soon as Gwen’s back hit the mattress, the archdevil raised her legs, putting her calves over his shoulders and pushing himself inside her in one fluid motion, their previous ministrations facilitating the process.
She moaned loudly as he pounded into her. One of Raphael’s hands wrapped around Gwen’s neck, squeezing it just a bit.
“You take me so well, look at you.” He said, in a raspy voice. Gwen’s reply came in the form of a moan. His placed his free hand over her belly, grasping and kneading the flesh. “I can already see it, you round with my heirs.”
“Raphael…” She managed to say, voice raspy.
“I’ll breed you over and over again, until there is no doubt that you’re pregnant. Everyone will see how you’re mine.” He let go of her neck, and instead, held her cheek. “Tell me you want this.”
“I…I want this.” She breathed out.
“You’ll carry all the children I give you.”
“Yes, yes! I’m-I’m so close.” Gwen moaned. The hand on her belly traveled to her clit, rubbing it until she threw her head back, reaching her orgasm. Raphael leaned forward, engulfing her mouth with his and bringing her knees close to her chest, drinking up the scream that left her as she climaxed.
A few more hard thrusts and he soon reached his peak, finishing inside her. As they both came back, breathing heavily, tears of pleasure running down Gwen’s face, she noticed that he continued inside her.
Raphael saw that and smirked. “To make sure not a single drop goes to waste.” He laid on top of her, weight almost crushing. She threw her arms around him.
“If we keep doing it like this, I won’t object to the eight children.” Gwen whispered.
Raphael kissed the side of her head. “Good.”
#raphael baldur's gate 3#raphael bg3#raphael the cambion#oc: gwen#gwendolyn gray#baldur's gate 3#smut#nsft#i've been putting all these gwen and raph fics under raphael's random one shots on AO3 but i'm considering posting this one as it's own thi#ayo im gonna start using gifs cause i finally remembered how to add them hehe
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Why you should never bring twin demons to a McDonald's
Tonight was your first month anniversary with the twins and they had wanted to do something special. You were all prepared to go to a fancy restaurant for the evening but were kicked out before you could enter due to Dantes unfortunate taste in clothing. The owner took one look at him and noticed he was wearing hot pink booty shorts with a t-shirt that said "pizza slut" on it and said "I think that place over there is more suited to your needs...". The man pointed to a building with large golden arches in the shape of an M. Vergil took out Yamato and stabbed his brother in the stomach (causing all bystanders to flee in horror). He smoothed his fingers through his hair and screamed "DAMN IT BROTHER, YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!" You noticed steam starting to rise from him and you decided to descalate the situation. "Really it's okay guys, I'm fine as long as I'm with the both of you."
You were now at McDonald's with a grumpy Vergil and a smug Dante. Not wanting to deal with twin toddler tantrums, you decided you would go find seats. Dante was about to get the food but Vergil was insistent on being the one to do it. "You've already ruined this night enough, your spending privileges are revoked. Now get out of my sight." The younger twin was happy not to be paying for once and so he agreed. Dante was about to go sit down with you when he noticed the second room next door. "No way, they actually have it! Woohoo!". The man ran straight for the ball pit.
You glanced at your watch and wondered what could be taking them so long. You then remembered that Dante had the brain of a goldfish and was most likely trying to swim like one in the ball pit. "Shit!" You cursed and you went after him. Meanwhile Vergil was standing at the cash register waiting for his order to be taken. He had waited five minutes and thought "I've had enough of this" and as he was walking away he accidentally stepped into the touch screen menu. He stared and pondered. "What form of power is this. Technology in my day was no where near advanced as this. Am I to believe that humans have been replaced by machines?"
You eventually found your boyfriend and it was time to get him back to the table. "DANTE!!" you yelled, "You're too old for this! This room is meant for children!" There he was doing backstrokes while pushing his lips together so he could imitate a fish. Dante even made little "whooosh" noises as if he was actually in a body of water. Sadly it was time to pull the plug and you grabbed him by the ankle. "NOOOOOOOOOO JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES I SWEAR, PLEASE!!!!!" he cried but you just kept pulling as hard as you could. Grabbing a 250 pound demon was going to be a hassle.
You were exhausted by the time you made it to the doors but you finally managed to drag Dante out with you. Since he wanted to act like a child he was going to get the booster seat. You went to find one only to notice Vergil banging his fists and screaming. "WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING! WHY HAVE YOU FORESAKEN RONALD! ALL I WANTED WAS A CHICKEN BURGER! WHY IS V ALLOWED TO HAVE PRECIOUS MEAT BUT I CAN'T EVEN HAVE A CRUMB OF A CHICKEN TENDER!"
You ran to your other boyfriend and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Vergil what's wrong!?" you asked. He started to sob into your shoulder and mentioned something about how being gone for over twenty years has left him with no idea how modern technology works and that he lost to what was essentially a vending machine. You rubbed his back and said "Let's go home you guys. Dante I'll fill the tub with rubber balls so you can play fish. And Vergil I think some gardening will cheer you up. Just remember that it stays in the house and that you can't feed plants with blood." Vergil wiped his eyes and said "Understood"
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Oh my GODS I forgot about my old Karai adopted by Nomura AU. Holy shit this is amazing I found my old art of it and I'm giggling
Basically it was an AU where Trollhunters happened and Nomura is out here like "I don't know what to do with a CHILD" so she goes in search of a human to help her raise her new baby, since, you know, humans are better at being kind and nurturing and shit. But Nomura is a strong independent changeling who don't need no man, or woman, and she's not interested in getting in a partnership. All she needs is someone to help take care of her daughter familiar. So she fucks around and is like "You know, I don't need to be as careful as I used to be. If I have a grudge, I can just.... act on it. Hee hee."
And you see Nomura can't just get ANYONE to help with Zelda, she has to have someone who can protect Zelda just as well as SHE could. And Nomura is a busy spy assassin who is helping clean up the remnants of the Janus Order around the planet, so she needs someone who is independent and can either look after Zelda alone for a while or just move somewhere new with her when the need arises. So through a LONG stream of candidates Nomura settles on fucking. Karai.
She has some beef with Oroku Saki, what kind idk and changelings are p petty but Shredder’s a dick, so, probably something valid. Nomura's grand idea is to expose the child kidnapper for who he is to his "daughter". She manages to track down enough proof and force his hand enough that Karai actually believes it. Karai, now knowing she's Miwa, is devastated. Because Shredder is a dick but he was still her dad?
And Nomura saunters over like "I gotta deal for you kiddo! Help me raise my daughter and I'll help you look and see if there's anything left of your real father. No promises though, he went missing like, ten years ago. But I'll try! And as you can see, I'm very very good at finding hidden stuff :)" and well Miwa’s gotta try
Nomura kidnaps Shredder’s daughter while flipping him the bird and then Miwa helps raise Zelda for a few years. She actually really likes Zelda, she's a clever little terror, and Nomura is a cool "mom" even if they have an entirely transactional relationship. Miwa is just her fake daughter to help raise Zelda, they have fake papers and everything... but..... you know......... this is kinda nice. She never had a mom before, so even a fake one is cool
Nomura over here, having a panic attack when she realizes that she genuinely likes and adores this little bloodthirsty kunoichi and then eventually just straight up "Listen I like you, little viper, let me adopt you?? For reals please???" And they're a little happy family
And then Nomura gets a hot tip on the Hamatos in New York so the Nomura family gets to move to a little apartment there in search of Miwa’s real family, and Hilarity and Identity Shenanigans Ensue. Miwa ends up going to April and Casey's school. Zelda's daycare gets caught mid Kraang crossfire. Miwa sees Foot ninja and goes feral (being adopted by a changeling doesn't do a lot for your sense of morals). At SOME point, Zelda goes from cute toddler to tiny terror monster on a bad guy while Miwa just watches on from the sidelines with pride.
In the hero side of things the turtles find a new ally in a masked kunoichi who goes by Karai. She doesn't tell them anything about her except for the fact that if the Shredder hates them, she's on their side. She uses this to try learning about their family because they claim HAMATO as a name, surely they must know something about what happened to Hamato Yoshi.......
#my stuff#trollhunters#my writing#2012 karai#2012 miwa#zelda nomura#trollhunters nomura#this au was a good baseline for#two daughters au#like its clearly different but it did inspire some of it#this au is several years old but i do still treasure it#nomura clan au
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Alrighty, let’s go! Below the cut, because this is gonna be a lot.
-Mountain and the ghoulettes (AKA Cirrus, Cumulus, and Sunshine)-
It goes without saying that mountains reach towards the sky, and the same can be said in regards to Mountains bond with these three. He loves and adores them each individually, and even took to Sunshine after only knowing her for a short time.
Cirrus likes to tease Mountain for being a bit silly at times, and Cumulus is good at listening to his oftentimes bizarre thoughts on the world around them.
-Dew and Sunshine x2-
There’s something about multi ghouls that seems to drive Dew up a wall, because while he is undeniably close with Sunshine, she makes him absolutely bonkers at times with her antics.
She once headbutted him to say “Hi” and sent him tumbling backwards with the force of it much to his embarrassment.
To Dew, having Sunshine around is a lot like having a sister.
An annoying, but well meaning sister.
Don’t let the grimace fool you, he calls her “Sunny” when she’s not around.
-Rain and Sunshine x2-
Imagine having a younger sibling.
Now give that younger sibling a twin.
Albeit polar opposites, these two are as thick as thieves and twice as mischievous.
Copia honestly doesn’t know how it happened, considering Rain can be a gentle sweetheart when he wants to be, and Sunshine is generally well mannered, bit something about leaving the two of them alone together breeds chaos.
As such, Copia has implemented a toddler rule: If it’s quiet, it’s probably not a good thing.
-Dewdrop and Cirrus x2-
Do they roast people together? Yes. Do they tease each other? Oh absolutely.
But would they defend the other life and limb if someone ever insulted the other?
Damn straight they would.
It’s older sister-middle child solidarity honestly.
They can be immensely catty towards others when they’re together, but it’s all in good fun, and they’re pretty good at pulling back and apologizing when they go too far, which is surprisingly rare.
-Rain and Dewdrop x2-
Have you ever met someone who just... got it? Like saw you and went, “I know what you’re really like”?
That’s these two through and through.
Maybe it’s because they went through similar situations growing up, or maybe it’s just chance, but Rain and Dew understand each other in a way the others don’t, and that’s saying something.
Rain is good at drawing out Dew’s sillier, less emotionally encumbered side, and something about that makes Rain... oddly protective of Dew.
While most of the other ghouls see Dew as aggressive in some way, Rain just sees someone who is strong, but in need of a gentle hand and he thinks, perhaps, he could be that for him.
Although it is fun to antagonize him...
-Swiss and Sunshine-
These two are both the light of their friends’ lives and the very bane of their existence at the same time, but they’re especially bad when they’re together.
There’s just something about multi ghouls that makes them two parts sugar, one part vinegar, and a whole jug of what we’re presuming is vodka with how wild these two can get.
Throw Rain into the mix and Copia is going to seriously consider becoming an apostate.
-Cirrus and Rain-
Left hand, meet right.
Together, these two get shit done at a rate that is almost alarming, and if something goes down, you’d better believe these two are going to fix it... barring, of course, the situations in which they are the problem...
Sometimes they are, in fact, the problem.
Okay, often enough...
And lastly;
-Dew and Swiss-
Your best, whom you hate, but actually...
These two were almost constantly at each others throats when they first met, and, truth be told? Both of them were at fault for that.
Dew’s immovability vs Swiss’ unstoppable force personalities clashed many a times before resolving into a friendship that is nothing short of a miracle.
Swiss’ need to have strong connections with the people around him pairs well with Dew’s need for reassurance, even if neither of them will admit that they need/want such things due to their own issues, but what matters is they get along now.
#Lamp rambles#shitghosting#nameless ghouls#ghost band#the band ghost#nameless ghoul headcanons#ghost band headcanons#ask thingie#multi ask post#not as long as I anticipated but this does keep it more organized
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Today was actually awful, like I wanna rant about it but if y’all don’t wanna see that just ignore this
Ok so I have a neighbor who used to baby sit me when I was in elementary school. She’d make me top ramen even though my mom wouldn’t let me have it at home. She has my eternal love and loyalty for that.
Anyways now, this lady is like 80-90 something. Old as fkn dirt and the last five years dementia hit hard and she’s basically a toddler with the attention span of a sparrow now. Her daughter is her caretaker, and occasionally I babysit granny (neighbor) while her daughter runs errands . I do this for free cause I fkn love granny, like it’s no problem
Well today granny was having a bad day, she had a fit and started yelling (she has really flip floppy moods but she’s just loud, never violent so I’m not bothered) and when she goes out onto the porch, she heads to her swing seat acting like she’s gonna sit down. I follow cause you know, mandated babysitter/entertainment. Granny then does the fastest old lady sprint ever back inside and locks me out. Not a problem, I have a house key
The. Key. Isn’t. Working.
So I call her daughter, no pick up, I text her, nothing. I’m still outside, I try all keys on the ring in every direction I can think of. Granny is cussing and yelling at her reflection in the tv inside (she has so much beef with her reflection, it’s hilarious). It’s now well over a fucking hour, and I’m still out on the porch praying that granny won’t fall or something till I can get back in. The only reason I haven’t called like the cops or something is cause I can tell she’s not hurt or anything inside.
Finally she lets me in, cause I use the tried and true excuse of needing to pee (“oh go to the bathroom then girl!!”) and I do fkn pee dammit, and by then I was locked outside for about an hour and 15 min. The fallout is she threw all her clothes out of her dresser and undid her daughters bed. I clean up her stuff after slicing her a banana as a distraction, and we eat lunch together cause her daughter still hasn’t come home and it is that time. (she fkn loves fruit)
Well by now daughter is supposed to be home. I’m only supposed to be here for an hour and half. Granny is a happy camper and telling me about the good old days when she pulled all the bitches. Confuses me for my mom a few times, and talks about her son simultaneously being a child but also a father of grown children (she mixes up her timelines too)
Her daughter doesn’t come home for another hour and forty five min. I’m so happy I called work and told them I had a family emergency, cause if not, I would’ve had maybe 20 min to get ready and scream to my students after that shit show. It just wasn’t gonna happen today
Anyways I’m not mad at granny, she has the brain of a guinea pig who just heard it’s owner walk into the kitchen. I’m mad at her daughter who never answered my calls and who didn’t give me a heads up that she was gonna be out nearly two hours over our agreed time. And the reason? She left her mother fucking car in hee dumb freaking hecking ducking car. Like butch I’m watching your biggest responsibility and you just don’t have your phone on you????? What if there was an accident??? If anyone was watching my kid, my phone is in my fkn pocket with the vibrate on just in case. And she doesn’t even apologize
Literally I don’t think I can watch granny anymore, and that freaking kills me cause I adore her. But I don’t trust her freaking daughter anymore. She goes over time all the time, that I always brushed off. But just not having her contact with her, that’s so dangerous. Literally went straight home and just cried for a solid 20 min afterwards cause of how shaken up I was.
Anyways that’s all. Just wanted to rant about it
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The Shadow of the Moon pt.1
[This takes place in my Witchtrials Au's version of season 8, and this part follows Scar with mentions of Boatem, Cleo, Bdubs, and Etho. TW: Angst, Horror elements]
Another accident and another death. Why did this keep happening to him?
Ever since he was a child, Scar had always been unlucky. The earliest memory that he could remember was of getting hit by lightning as a toddler, which led to the scar on his face and down his chest and arm. His mother was gone for the day and left Scar with Bdubs and Etho. Normally, Bdubs was an exquisite babysitter, until Etho came around. When the man was around, he became a complete yes man, following him around like the moth goes to the flame. Needless to say, things didn't end up well.
Years later, Scar was first hired as a builder and his luck only got worse. Almost as if the universe itself knew that if he were to perish while working he would just be brought back thanks to the angel's magic, his accidents went from dangerous to straight up deadly. It even became a running joke among the other builders, mister diesalot some would even call them. Worse yet, his friends had started killing as well to the point where he had become the biggest target on the island. Sure, at least the other builders kept his things safe, but it was still incredibly frustrating and painful. It hurt so much every time.
With an irritated groan, the man sat up and rubbed his face while laying facing the man. All of his equipment was gone along with the materials he had spent days gathering. All that he had were his clothes because he always kept spares in the chest next to the boatem respawn rune. Sure, Scar knew that he was a rather distracted man, but this was too much. He swore that he didn't die so much on purpose like Grian had assumed. Accidents just seemed to follow him.
After making sure that he was clothed and his prosthetic leg was in the right place, Scar stood up and walked to the bottomless hole in the heart of the town in the hopes that something had survived. The night made it harder to see into the darkness, making Scar's hopes even slimmer. "Man, not again. It is the sixth time this month! There is no way that Mumbo and Impulse will let me borrow their iron again." He sat down at the edge of the hole and stared into its depths, looking for answers rather than his resources. "Why am I like this, Boatem Hole? Maybe Grian is right. Maybe I do have a problem. Should I see a doctor? What type of doctor could even help me? My angels, I'm talking to a hole now. I have officially lost my mind." He snickered and shook his head before looking up at the moon. At least it shined beautifully tonight.
"Your problem is that you lack control."
Scar froze and slowly moved his face to look at the hole again. "W-what? I- I was joking, I- did I actually lose it?!"
"How can you lose something that you never found?"
"Hey! I like to think that I'm a pretty sane person!"
"I'm talking about control. Poor little witch, so powerful, and yet, you have no idea of the power you have."
"Mom always said that I am pretty strong," he hugged himself, "but I'm far from a full-fledged witch. I don't even know what my aspect is. All I can do is use some of my mother's powers."
The voice from the void laughed. "She fears you, Scar. All of them do. The angels, the watchers. All of them are scared of what I can do. What you can become."
"But- why? I don't want to hurt anyone!"
"Don't you?"
Scar noticed something brushing against his back and turned to see a bow on the dirt. His bow. He was certain that wasn't a moment prior. "I- those were pranks! It was just me messing around! I knew my friends would come back!"
"That doesn't mean that they didn't feel pain though, did it? You didn't care if they got hurt as long as you got your fun, as long as you caused chaos."
Scar scoffed, "I'm pretty sure that is more of Grian's thing." He began standing up, with his bow and came in hands. "I'm going home."
"You can do that, but if you do, that won't stop you from dying again and again. You will just keep getting hurt. They will keep hurting you."
Scar stopped, "what are you on about?"
"It is true that you are accident prone, but how many times have your so-called friends killed you? Pushed you into this very pit that you now refuse to listen to." Scar didn't respond, he just looked to the side. "They don't care about you, Scar. They see you as a joke. Poor little clumsy Scar, the biggest punching bag in all of Hermitcraftia."
Scar took a deep breath, "I- I suppose that if I became a full witch, I wouldn't die as much and I could use it to help everyone too, as long as the angels didn't find out. They wouldn't get it. They don't understand that not all witches are evil. I'm not evil and neither is my family." He paused, "can you help me become a witch? You don't seem afraid of me, despite knowing what I am.
"I can. I can even show you how to show the angels that not all witches are bad. We will turn their world upside down. "
"Ok, I'm listening. How do I learn to control my power?"
"You just have to come closer."
Warily, the man stepped towards the hole.
"Closer." Once again, he walked to the edge.
"Just a little closer now." Once more, he obeyed until he was standing at the very border.
"I can't walk any closer without falling now!" He argued. This time, there was no response. With a frown, he leaned a bit forward to try and look inside the hole, "hello? Are- are you still there?"
Scar continued staring, waiting. He was so focused at looking into the void, he failed to notice something coming from below until it was already hooked around his ankle. "What the?!" Before his eyes could even register what was going on, the man was pulled into the abyss. The light of the moon became further and further away until all that there was around him was cold darkness.
Scar fell into the void.
#mcyt#gtws#grian#desert duo#hermitcraft#pearlescentmoon#bdubs#zombiecleo#goodtimeswithscar#impulsesv#mumbo jumbo#boatem#witchtrials au#hermitcraft 8
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Okay so more elaboration on my Rise Separated AU (all fluff and goofs, no big angst here lads).
To recap: Leo was raised by April's family, Raph ended up still with Draxum and his sweetness turned Draxum into a Real Dad who doesn't wanna take over humans anymore, Donnie ended up with The Foot and got control of the whole clan by the time he was like 8, and Mikey ended up with Splinter who was given shelter by Todd so they both raised him.
Anyway, April found this little turtle one day (I think they got separated by Draxum trying to hunt down Splinter and he lost Leo and Donnie before fleeing to the woods and finding Todd) while out with her parents (she's like 2 years older, right? And let's say Leo's abut like, a year old by the time of the mutation, so she's about 3) and brings it home. Her parents don't realize it until she's got a box and is trying to feed Leo her graham crackers. A turtle seems like a safe enough pet, really, so they decide to keep it, even though it looks a little odd.
And they eventually realize "Oh this thing is. A toddler. This is a child." And instead of getting rid of him or anything they just like, r3aise him as April's brother. They decide "It must be some kind of skin condition. And a-a growth, around his back and chest. Yeah. That's it." And he basically lives his whole life thinking he's a normal human with some weird medical conditions. He straight-up goes to school and April just kicks anybody's ass who tries to say "Um. Why are you a turtle." Because as we all know, no human in Rise actually cares at all that mutants exist so even if they noticed it'd at most cause a little bullying.
Now as for Mikey, Mikey has known his whole life he has 3 brothers out there somewhere. Splinter, thanks to Todd, has a lot more resources and extra time to work through his traumas, but he still feels guilt and concern every day for the other turtles who he failed to save. Mikey decides one day, "Alright. I'm old enough now to go find my brothers, and help Pops to stop feeling bad about this!"
He's been raised in a damn Puppy Rescue in a tailer after all, by Todd and Splinter. He's sheltered, he's super peppy, he believes the power of lemonade and good food fix almost everything. He knows one brother got left with the guy who created all of them, and two were lost in New York City, one next to a shoe store and one by an apartment building. Easy-peasy!
He finds Raph first, I think. Draxum, as I said, is a lot more like Season 2 Draxum.
Basically he fully intended on raising Raph as a warrior, but child-rearing turned out to be a lot tougher than he expected. He couldn't leave his Gargoyles to do it because Raph bit them too often and nearly took their limbs off, and he couldn't hire someone else to do it because his experiments are so illegal that they'd turn him in for the pardon they'd get for it. SO he had to raise Raph himself, and- oh.
Oh, Raph is such a sweetie. Yeah, he bites a lot, and has tantrums, and does dumb stuff, and gets mad and screams. But he loves snuggling, and he loves playing with the other experiments when he sneaks into their enclosures. When Draxum has an experiment go wrong, or a setback in the rebuilding of his lab, Raph, who must always be strapped to his chest or else he'll be found somewhere he shouldn't be, always gives him a cubby-armed little hug. Basically Raph slowly melted Draxum's heart and Draxum's priorities slowly shifted to caring for this little turtle, until one day he realized he hadn't worked on his Eradicating Humanity plan in years and his little boy is all grown up now.
Obviously Raph also is trained in Mystic Combat with his tonfas. Draxum has always intended that, and followed through with it, but it became just a Fun Father-Son bonding thing more than. Like. Evil warrior training.
Draxum also kept Raph informed that he has brothers out there somewhere, but feels less concern about it. He's sure Lou Jitsu went into hiding with them, maybe raised them to be incredible warriors as well in case Draxum ever found him. So when Mikey shows up like "I'm your little brother!" Raph just immediately scoops him up and is like "ONE OF MY BROTHRS CAME BACK!"
Draxum tries to convince mikey to stay with them but Mikey is like "We've gotta find the other two! Besides, I love my Pops and my- uh, Todd. But Raph says you're way different than Pops remembers, so I promise I'll come back with Raph and give you a chance!"
And they both set off to find the other two.
They end up ninja-ing around for a few weeks until they finally catch sight of Leo (all the brothers have their same names but Raph, leo, and Donnie don't have the Full Names. April named Leo Leo because he "looks like a Leo" when she was like, 5, and Raph was actually named "Wrath" but couldn't pronounce his own name right so Draxum just ran with Raph, and Donnie's name is actually cchose by himself and designed specifically for the pun of "World Donnie-nation").
Leo is with April and a few other friends (despite his Obviously Turtle Nature he's actually pretty popular. Captain of the basketball team, class jokester, always willing to help people out with stuff, awesome parkouring skills, for sure the kind of kid who breaks into the teacher's desk and get everyone their confiscated stuff back) and they're all heading out for some late-night pizza. Raph and Mikey are SO CONFUSED because they've both been taught to stay hidden from humans their whole lives and here their brother is HANGING OUT WITH A WHOLE GROUP OF THEM!!!
So they wait and watch and follow Leo and April back to the apartment, and watch Leo get greeted by two human adult who it becomes obvious are his adoptive parents and this other human is his adoptive sister, and he and his sister to to their shared room (because this is New York, no way in hell the apartment has a room for both of them) and start to watch Jupiter Jim movies.
"Well, if she already knows about him," Raph says, "We might as well show her us. Since she'll be our sister basically."
"Sounds right to me!"
And anyway they knock on the window and April goes to open it with bat in hand and sees two OTHER turtle-people who are both smiling, one kinda shyly and one beaming with the power of the sun itself, and she goes "Uh, Leo? Did you happen to make some friends I didn't know about?"
The talk is so baffling to them because Leo is insisting he's a human with some weird medical conditions and they CANNOT convince him otherwise. He does however feel in his hear that they're telling the truth about being his brothers (mystic bond) and so he decides well. They must have the same conditions and just think they're turtles because whoever raised them didn't know any better. So he accepts them as family, as does April, and they all set out to find the final brother.
As soon as they step into the shoe store Splinter said the last one got left by Donnie's system goes off in a HUGE ALERT because he's got it set up to alert him to any weird mystic shenanigans. I should specify here that The Foot Clan under Donnie's rule isn't really focused much on Shredder, like The Flaming-Headed Gay Guys we know from the series raised him and Cassandra is his second-in-command but he's more focused on gather as much Mystic Knowledge as possible to create the perfect blend of Mystic and Tech possible and the whole Shredder thing is like. A backburner project. "Yeah yeah, we'll get to that soon, we've got plenty of time. But for right now, Casey I need you to put on this jetpack and tell me if this mystic-infused fuel makes it go for longer or if it just blows up."
Anyway he sees three other turtle-mutants surrounded by mystic energy and DOES A SPIT TAKE AND GETS OVER THERE RIGHT AWAY (using one of those portals that The Foot have, yes this means he helps Leo figure out Portalling later on). He pops out from the back and drags all of them, including April, to the backroom.
Mikey explains, Raph chimes in with some stuff, Leo doesn't believe a single word but does note that he and Donnie are the same age, hey twinsies! Donnie believes them (again, mystic bond) but is also like, "Well, this is cool, but I'm a bit busy running an ancient mystic ninja clan here and trying to bring them into not only the present but the future of technology that will be dictated by me, so. I don't know we can set up a visiting schedule I guess."
But Mikey convinces him to come out to the trailer jsut for a day and as soon as Donnie tastes Mikey's version of Todd's famous lemonade (the twist is he includes a little lime in it) he decides "Actually you guys can visit whenever and I'll give you all my contact info because THIS IS THE BEST DRINK I'VE EVER HAD!"
And yes, Donnie does realize upon meeting Splinter that he's The Last of the Hamato Clan and the owner of the head of Shredder. He just doesn't care. "Oh, cool, now I know where it is if I ever pick that project up again. Anyway back to teaching my Sudden Twin how to use that sword Raph gave him so he doesn't accidentally portal us all to the center of the earth someday."
Eventually Leo does accept that he's a Turtle but it's a long time after he's already accepted Mystic Powers and other mutants and stuff. Also he's way more behind on the ninja thing, yeah it's in his blood and he can parkour real good but the other three still need to teach him how to fight-fight and there's a lot of funny stuff that can happen there I think. He picks all of it up pretty quick, obviously, and in turn he introduces them to Skateboarding and Jupiter Jim. Donnie and Mikey already know about Pizza of course but Raph doesn't, Draxum didn't eat it, so they collectively introduce Raph to pizza and cheer when he loves it.
Splinter feels bittersweet about it all, wishing he could have seen these boys grow up together but glad they're a family now, and he likes this April girl who's apparently their sister now, too.
Donnie eventually introduces all of them, in passing, to Casey one day when they come visit him. She's both the second-in-command and by default Donnie's best friend, even though she wishes he'd focus on Shredder more than he does, and long story short she and April are besties now and while the others train Leo, Casey trains April, and thus Casey decides April is totally worthy of being Donnie's other best friend and invites her over for movie nights and stuff all the time.
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Talk to my daughter like that again, and see what happens-Chris Motionless
Part 3 to "I want to be her dad" [Avril is 3 in this]
Chris Pov
"Shut up. You always whine and complain about everything"
When I heard him yelling at my child, I flipped. No one speaks to her that way. I got up from my chair at the table, and walked over to Justin. I gave him a shitty look, and picked Avril up from the ground. I laid her head on my shoulder, and gave Justin another shitty look. If looks could kill, then he would be dead as fuck right now. I walked back over to my seat, and sat down next to Ricky. After a few minutes, Justin walked over to us, and whispered to Ricky
"We would be better off without Y\N's kid. She should have actually took care of her, instead of giving her fucking child to Chris"
I shook my head at his comment, and I hear Ricky say
"Dude, Avril is just as much as Chris's-"
I stood up from my chair, and yelled
"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH AVRIL AND Y/N?!"
I sat back down, and took Avril in my arms. She buried her head into my chest, and started playing with her hair. Avril doesn't like yelling or any arguing or any kind of fighting. I kissed her head, and took her black puppy stuffed animal in my hands. I handed it to Avril, and she started pointing out all his spirals. Y\N dyed the puppy black with white spirals because Avril wanted that. After a few minutes, I ask Avril
"does your puppy have a name?"
I saw Avril nod, and say
"His name is Vinny".
I looked at her, and nodded my head. Right at that moment, Vinny walked in. Avril started running straight towards him. I smiled, and walked over to them. I saw Justin give me a disgusting look, I gave him one back, and I knew that Vin was confused about what was happening. Until, Justin started yelling again
"Y/N should have taken care of her own kid and not drag on the burden to someone else"
Okay that was it. I've had enough of him talking shit about my girlfriend and our daughter, but him calling my daughter a burden is the end of it. I walked over to him, and whispered
"let's take this outside'
As much as I wanted to scream at him, I decided not to. We were seated outside, so luckily no one heard the situation. I glared at Justin and said
"You need to shut the fuck up about my daughter and my girlfriend. I don't give a fuck if you don't like them or not, but you don't have to say shitty comments about them either"
I flipped him off and walked back over to the table, and saw Avril sitting on Ricky's lap, talking about how she was great at drawing. I smiled, and sat back down in my seat. I felt a buzz coming from my phone and saw Y\N had texted me. I smiled, and the text which said:
"Be there soon <3 you"
I smiled and put my mom down, and next thing I knew, Avril was drawing spirals on Ricky's arms. I chuckled, and said
"Looks like Avril is giving you tattoos"
Ricky laughed, and we heard someone say
"Sup bitches"
I smiled, knowing it was Y\N. I saw Avril jump off of Ricky's lap and run straight towards Y\N.
"Mama!!"
I smiled as I saw Y\N pick up Avril, and I walked over to them and hugged them both.
Y/N pov
"I heard about everything Justin said"
I saw the smile fade away from Chris's face, then I hear him say
"yeah. Justin's being a little bitch today"
I nodded, and kissed Avril on the head and smiled. I don't know how someone could treat a fucking toddler with so much hate. All children whine but you don't have to yell at them. I rolled my eyes, thinking how much I hate Justin right now. I calmed down, and went and sat next to Ricky and saw marker all over him. I laughed, and said
"I see that you got more tattoos"
I saw Ricky chuckle, and say
"Yeah, Avril is my new tattoo artist now"
I smiled, and ordered some food quickly, and started eating. The rest of the night was filled with, giggles from Avril, Vinny chasing around Avril and playing hide and seek with her, Ricky drawing on Avril's arms, and making jokes about stupid things. Maybe I didn't have my parents anymore, but this is my new family and I wouldn't change that for the world.
Thank you for reading! (✷‿✷)
#fanfiction#emo#motionless in white#fanfic#chris motionless#motionless in white imagine#emo music#2000s emo#2010's emo
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Unsure if you've done any of this already but, several questions for the Convict Childcare AU (which's neat af btw). Did Michael get put in the cell b4 or after Techno was trapped&pearled outta the prison? Was this after Tommy's "last visit"/temp imprisonment by Sam, death&revival b4 eventual release? Did Quackity also/still get let in to torture Dream for the Revive Book on top of Sam venting physically on Dream? Did Ranboo still get imprisoned post-Techno 1st escape (timeline where he still does)? Have you ever thought abt a timeline where the prison break goes according to plan, but w/ Michael as a surprise to the rescuers (&maybe Ranboo&Connor too idk dealers choice depending on timeline) still being there so actually Techno&co has to suddenly adjust the plan mid-jailbreak to account for the small, traumatized child? Also, with respect, do you mind AUs of (*any of) your AUs? Hope u have a nice day, I've really been enjoying reading about ur AUs & they're rlly cool! <3
So, last question first, people are always welcome to use my AUs as inspiration for anything! That includes other AUs, fics. fanart, etc. I just ask that you give credit, and that it be transformative in some nature (ie not a straight repost).
As for the rest, the timeline matched roughly what we saw in canon. The divergence comes when c!Sam went to kidnap c!Ranboo. So c!Tommy's death, and c!Quackity's torture all went down like in canon.
c!Techno teleported out, leaving c!Dream alone, Sam forces Quackity to leave for security reasons.
Sam gets Michael from c!Eret, uses Michel to blackmail Ranboo into coming with him.
Here's the big split, in this AU, when Sam is in the process of imprisoning Ranboo, Ranboo catches the scent of Dream's blood. This triggers his enderwalk state.
EW!Ranboo is furious and attacks Sam, but he's unarmored, and when Sam reactively strikes him back, he accidentally kills Ranboo.
This is Ranboo's last life, something Sam only realizes when Ghostboo appears. This shift sends Sam into a panic.
All Sam can think of is to flee. He leaves c!Connor with an autofeeder on, grabs c!Dream and Michael and runs with the plan of creating a new prison elsewhere.
Tbh grabbing Michael was halfway between a panic move (maybe he can use this toddler as blackmail against Techno?) and Sam having the slightly shred of responsible thinking left (he cannot leave a toddler alone without knowing when someone will come get them).
Techno + the Syndicate arrive too late, and only find and free Connor from the prison. Everyone else discovers that Sam and Dream are gone, and various stories get spun.
Since the primary point of the AU for me is the idea that c!Dream gets trapped and forced to take care of a toddler for a long while, I haven't considered any AUs that diverge from that since it's kinda a whole different thing. If Michael was involved in the prison break, then I think Techno can just like. Throw him a sack. Put the baby in a backpack.
Is the baby unhappy? Yes. Is the baby alive? Also yes.
#c!dream#c!technoblade#c!sam#c!ranboo#michael_beloved#c!techno#michael beloved#dream smp#dsmp#sif speaks#sif answers#my headcanons#convict childcare au
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Hello again, Ally! 🥰
Here to request more Clavis 'Lulu' Lelouch content 🙈
May I pretty please with the sweetest of cherries on top request: 15 + Clavis + sfw? I'm really curious as to how he'd react to finding a lost child. I wonder how good he's with children 🤔
Thank you so much, cutie pie!
I'll be back for more great content from you muahahaha 😈
Huehuehue I love this stupid prompt. I also love how this prompt made it into the IkeVamp story event recently for Arthur. It melted my hearttttttt.
BUT. Now on to Clavis.
Now he shall melt your heart. And mine T.T
Title: Tenderhearted
Pairing: Clavis/MC
Rating: SFW, T (for general plotting of shenanigans)
Prompt: Literally finding a child.
Tags: lost child, impromptu child care, crying child, comfort, soft!Clavis is !soft, sweet fluff
It was a sound he’d heard, of course, though he wasn’t sure the last time he heard it at the palace and in the gardens, no less. He could hear a small child crying. A tug pulled in his chest and against his better judgement, Clavis was walking straight towards the crying. He groaned internally as he simultaneously shoved the small... presents... he had for Sariel into one of the interior pockets of his coat. Pranking would have to wait, as much as it pained him to do so. He came into a small clearing within a cluster of pink rose bushes and saw the little boy there and his internal monologue contradicted his every movement. “Hey, little one. Where did you come from, hm?” He did his best to put on a calming, genuine smile to soothe the toddler, if Clavis was to guess his age. No more than five by the looks of it. The little boy began to cry less and stared up at the third prince, hiccuping slightly.
“I-I los’ mama!” As soon as the words left his lips, the boy began to cry more earnestly, rubbing at the tears that streamed from his eyes. Gods, he was going to regret this if anyone saw. Clavis hushed him quietly and reached out to hold a little hand.
“Well. It just so happens that I’m one of the princes here. And did you know that all of the Princes of Rhodolite are very good mama finders?” He asked gently, smiling without realizing it as the boy began to calm down again. “I’ll help you find your mama, little one. What’s your name?”
“E-Ezra,” he answered, coughing and sniffling as he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his other arm. “You’re really gonna help me find mama?” Clavis grinned and nodded, standing next to him. He was quite glad Ezra was able to reach his hand as well. No stooping today. His smile faltered as he saw someone who, by the looks of it, had seen far too much of this interaction.
Emma.
She looked as shocked as he did, thankfully. Though it wasn’t long before she began to grin and Clavis thought to himself that maybe being... regrettably a little soft wasn’t the worst thing in the world. “Ah! And over here, we have our darling Emma. I’m most certain that if we ask her nicely that she’d be willing to help us.” A small laugh came from Emma as she approached them finally; Clavis could see a million questions swirling behind her eyes. Ezra’s eyes went wide as he saw her and gasped a little, quickly looking to Clavis and tugging on his arm. Clavis made a small noise before looking down to him again.
“I bet she can! She looks kinda like mama! Her hair is the same!” Ezra half-shouted excitedly, almost all traces of a meltdown gone barring the dried tear tracks on his face. Clavis grinned and looked to Emma who seemingly could see what was about to spring forth from his lips.
“Ah. More beautiful than any rose in all of Rhodolite, then. Good. We have something to start with,” his grin grew wickedly as Emma began to blush. He offered his elbow to her and she raised a brow. “Come now, Emma. We must find Ezra’s mama. It’s of the utmost importance.” Relenting, Emma nodded.
“I was actually out here looking for Ezra,” she said lightly, smiling down at the little boy as they began to walk back to the palace. “I’d heard from the maids that the young Marquise de Paradis’ son had gotten lost on the way to tea.” Ezra looked a little embarrassed but Emma smiled. “But. We’ve found him and his mama, I know, is missing him terribly.” He looked up to her with shining eyes before grinning.
“Well. That settles it! We simply must press on. My little gift for Sariel can wait until tomorrow!” Emma blinked and looked to Clavis, a slow realization coming to her face. She was about to speak but bit her tongue as she remembered their company.
“ ‘S that the scary guy with glasses?” Ezra asked, looking confused as Clavis started laughing. Oh this was good. This was almost too good.
“It is, it is! Ah, well. I suppose him witnessing this won’t be the worst travesty I’ve ever witnessed.” ‘I may never live it down. But... its worth it,’ he trailed off in thought, keenly aware of the softer look Emma was giving him now. “Anyways. Time to find mama!” Ezra cheered and Emma laughed a little, her grip on his arm barely tightening. Clavis’ heart clamored in his chest (it had a bad habit of doing that whenever Emma was around) as they continued on.
‘I suppose there are worse things. That smile isn’t one of them, thats for sure.’
#ikepri#ikemen prince#clavis#clavis lelouch#clavis x reader#Clavis x mc#ally answers asks#UGH IM STARTING TO GO SOFT FOR THIS DASTARDLY MAN I LOVE IT#AND I HATE IT#Its like Mitsuhide all over again#damn it
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blow your pretty brains out (part 3)
“come on, pete! hurry up!”
the three boys come sprinting up the stairs towards the common room, each of them tripping over their respective robes and shoelaces, scrambling to be the first back. james and sirius collapse into a heap on the rug, gasping for breath and laughing from the pits of their stomachs. after several moments, peter follows them through the passageway, stopping just inside of the entrance as he steadies himself on the wall, panting. “do you-“ peter stops, failing to draw in deep breaths before producing an inhaler from his back pocket, placing it into his mouth, and squirting the powder into his lungs twice. his rapid breaths begin to slow as he gains his balance and pushes himself upright again. “do you guys not think that maybe we went a bit too far? he wasn’t actually doing anything to us, he just-“
“hah!” sirius exclaims, abruptly propelling himself upwards into a seated position, “no way. if we’d given him the chance, he would’ve had you hanging from the gargoyles by your shoelaces. he’ll be fine. they’re only like,” sirius pauses, framing a space in the air with his index fingers and thumbs, “third degree burns or something.” james uses the sofa to steady himself as he raises to his feet, forcing the sofa to slide backwards a couple of inches, indenting the carpet. he taps sirius’, who is still on the floor, shoulder, and points to the desk in the back corner of the room. hunched over the desk, is the new boy, wearing an amber and cream chunky-knitted jumper which perfectly complements his eyes. sirius’ scans him from head to toe, noticing the burgundy fluffy socks scratching at the back of calf, which is covered by light beige trousers that are two sizes too big. he shoves himself from the ground, regaining his composure and stamping over to the desk, “what are you doing here?” he asks, poking the boy’s shoulder repeatedly, “it’s dark out. isn’t this the time you usually go and, i don’t know, eat toddlers or something? maybe push an old woman down the stairs?”
remus slams his book shut, shoving sirius’ hand from his shoulder as he stands. sirius notices how tall he is for the first time as remus towers over him, visibly having to tilt his head downwards to maintain eye contact. “oh, so you can actually tell the time? i’m surprised. anyway, why are you paying attention to where i am and when i’m there?” remus smirks, running his fingers backwards through his hair to push the curls from in front of his eyes. sirius begins to feel the heat rising in his cheeks and averts his gaze to his shoes, “i- you- no, i-“
“that’s what i thought.” remus snaps as he gathers his things together and disappears upstairs. as quickly as he had disappeared, he appeared again, rushing downstairs and straight out of the common room. “ooooh! sirius has a crush! you’re obsessed!” james taunts in a sing-song melody as sirius launches himself at him. he digs his elbow deep in between his ribs as they begin flailing around on the sofa whilst peter reads on the opposite chair. occasionally, a stray foot or hand hits peter’s lap which he pushes away and pretends not to notice. they continue this way for a while before the two retreat into separate corners of the sofa.
“anyway, how was your summer?” james slumps backwards, resting his chin on his palm and looking to sirius. “eh, same old. mother’s been a… less than satisfactory mother, as usual. regulus has hidden in his bedroom to avoid it, which means that she’s even angrier at me for making her ‘golden child’ hide away all summer. father is as disinterested as always. it doesn’t matter, i’m back home now. what about yours?” james springs forwards, and begins to gush about board games and going to the theatre and late night walks. peter begins to talk about how he’d spent most of it baking with his father while his mother was working. eventually, peter tells them that they should go up to bed and, for a change, james agrees.
“alright. you two nerds can do that, but i’m staying down here to find out where he has been. if he’s going to act like i’m interested, i’ll be fucking interested.” the two other boys shrug and make their way upstairs, exchanging glances between each other and sirius. sirius tries to pose as dramatically as possible, hoping he can shock remus into honestly. instead, he falls asleep about twenty minutes later, hair draped across his face and drool running down his cheek
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