#TINY boy. baby boy. dear one. beloved boy.

[cyborg-franky]

I read that you don’t do stories with kids. But I was just wondering if you do one if they were just turned into a child. Like Toshi Toshi no Mi has the power to alter the ages of people. Example “Like if WB or Marco was turned into a child but they were still adults on the inside and how the crew would react.” It’s fine if it’s a no I just wanted to ask. Thank you.

Oooh these are fun. I can have a good time with these : D

Marco

He’d been around longer than most of the crew so seeing a tiny little pineapple with fluffy hair and wide-open eyes caused many different reactions.

Ace can’t stop laughing at how silly he looks and how high-pitched his yoi’s come out. His clothes are so big and baggy on him like he’d stolen from a much bigger person.

Thatch can’t stop laughing either and just calls him little guy and baby bird alot which causes Marco to huff and stomp around the deck irritated.

Pop’s thinks it’s cute, he remembers when Marco was a young boy. Izou met Marco when they were both young so it doesn’t really phase him.

Everyone is either shocked or highly amused at him.

However, Marco is still the ships doctor and must carry on his duties until the effects wear off.

It’s surreal seeing Marco needing a pile of cushions to sit at his desk. It’s an incredibly bizarre scenario to have to talk to someone who looks like a child about medical issues.

Marco doesn’t like being in this form and his normally cool and calm attitude is challenged with some of the crews reactions.

The nurses adore him though.

Kid

Well, his arms back at least? Everyone just stares at this small spikey-haired kid whos screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs, already pissed off that everyone is gawking at him.

“What are you fuckin’ idiots lookin’ at?” He snaps, stamping his feet on the deck, hands on his hips as he narrows his eyes. It looks so silly seeing his enraged brat in an oversized coat as he starts to throw punches at the legs of his crew.

Killer feels his small fists against his leg, sighs, and just picks him up. Letting Kid get a piggyback ride because he likes to be up high. 

Kid is furious about the change and even uses his skills with metalwork to make himself big shoes to walk in, hating feeling so emasculated. 

He’s still loud as all hell and his crew is smart enough to hide laughter and amusement behind their hands.

“If any of you tell that shitty doctor or straw hat about this, it’ll be the last thing you do,” though it was hard to take a threat from a 6-year-old very seriously.

Zoro

He couldn’t give a fuck if he was turned into a kid, he knew it would wear off in time so he just shrugged his shoulders. 

Until Sanji said something, going for the kill [and by kill I mean he smacks at Sanji’s ankles or bites his legs] 

Everyone either sighed, laughing, or just stood in pure bewilderment at Sanji screaming and shaking his leg as hard as he could while a small Zoro held onto his leg by his teeth for dear life.

Nami is the second biggest problem to Zoro’s current predicament though. Every time he tries to drink booze she slaps it off the table or out of his hand [typical orange cat behavior] and starts to wave her finger in his face telling him he’s too young to drink.

Luffy tries to play with Zoro like he’s actually a kid, swinging him around and yelling happily.

Buggy

Ever seen a grown man have a total breakdown? I mean, if you know Buggy that’s probably daily.

He’s small and he’s flapping his arms and screaming but everyone is just crouched down and looking at their beloved captain in complete awe. He’s so adorable, everyone who tries to pick him up either gets a foot or a fist square in their face as he hisses and curses.

Galdino and Alvida sigh, they look like single moms who just got back from the school run as they drag Buggy away from everyone. They already felt like a babysitter and they didn't need it to be literally.

All his crew are completely besotted with how adorable their captain looks as a kid. Buggy half loves the attention and half wishes everyone would take a long walk off a short plank. 

It’s not like people take him super seriously anyway but he didn’t need to have people trying to pinch his cheeks.

If Shanks finds out about this Buggy will never hear the end of it. Maybe Alvida snuck a few photos for some blackmail at a later date when Buggy was being his unreasonable self.

#marco the phoenix #marco one piece #marco op #marco #fushichou marco #one piece reader insert #whiteheard pirates #one piece #op #one piece headcanons #sfw #sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro one piece #zoro op #killer op #killer one piece #buggy op #buggy one piece #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid #kid op #kid one piece #buggy the clown

[kit-williams]

To be held in your arms...

Male Lead: Roland Female Lead: Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/Yandere Space Marines Canon Status: Yes

Note: This is for everyone who requested for a prompt about Roland holding his child in his arms for the first time. Baby is going to be referred in the gender neutral as I got even amount of prompts for him holding a little boy as well as a little girl. I'll explore more of it after fluffuary.

Also thank you everyone for being so kind over this fluffuary!

He missed it and he knew it but little could pull Roland away from the front lines. While he wanted to be there for her... if he didn't go the danger that could eventually come back to the ship would certain kill her. His job was to keep his Bäckerin safe... and their new kinder. The extra hours out of the tight corridors of the heretical vessel... the rites of blessing... the rites of removing his armor... the prayers after... it all was pushed to the front of his mind to stave off the disappointment.

It was well into her sleep cycle when he can finally go and see her. The midwife leading him to the room she was now in as she goes over the medical details that he knows his Bäckerin will recount in far less of a clinical manner. The door opens silently as he feels so large in such a small room... the midwife coming over to wake her up...

"Why wake her?" He lets it slip out of his mouth.

"Feeding time." The older woman says as his Bäckerin groans looking at her glumly and exhausted.

"Just five more..." She pleads.

"And then your babe will be five more closer to dying. Come now this is the most important part." The midwife says with some warmth in her voice.

He stands there quietly as it smells like cleaning fluids and blood... it smells like her blood... hidden under the sheets and covers as she just opens the gown and presses the wriggling flesh to her breast. "Please little one latch." His Bäckerin tiredly sobs.

Part of him twitches as he watches his beloved being moved roughly as well as his child. But he can smell something... underneath the sterile smell. "There just a bit of a stubborn one. Oh you have a visitor my dear."

"I do? Who?" She says so very out of it still and the midwife just points over to him as his Bäckerin looks over her shoulder at him with those large owlish eyes surprised that in her exhausted state she didn't hear him or see him.

"I'll be back in a bit to make sure everything is fine." The midwife states as she pets her head affectionately before leaving the room.

"Roland." His Bäckerin says smiling and utterly tired.

"Bäckerin... I'm..." He shuffles awkwardly as he's not exactly sorry he missed the birth to keep her safe but.

"No need dear... there is always next time." She says smiling. "Come here... they won't bite... not for several months." She says laughing softly.

They looked so tiny... so fragile... so new... he reached a hand out before pulling back not trusting himself but he runs a finger across their back as they nurse from Bäckerin.

"I haven't named them yet... I wanted to wait for you and well I've been a bit out of it from how long it took... and the pain meds... and just... everything. " Bäckerin says with her usual carefree way of talking with him perhaps even more relaxed in tone and nature. "Take your shirt off."

He looked to his Bäckerin confused, "Bäckerin are you sure you're not still on the effects of pain medication?" Roland said with a slight joke in his voice.

"Oh most certainly I am but just do it. Its for the baby's sake. And sit down maybe lean back a bit."

"I don't see-"

"Just trust me."

Roland normally was hardly concerned about others seeing him in lack of attire... he relished his Bäckerin seeing him like this but he was heavily reminded by the midwife before she went into labor and the Chaplain that Bäckerin could not have sex for at minimum a month perhaps even two. But he sat there shirtless just watching her wobble to her feet as she rolled the medica bassinet over, "Hold me."

"Always." Roland replies just putting a hand on her side as she picked up the bundle from the bassinet.

Their eyes look so big on their small head... he remembers all the things that the midwife told him were normal and not to be mistaken as being an aberration. He watches her eyes look at his chest for an area that didn't have a port and then she laid their child on his chest.

His hearts stilled for a moment as he could feel their tiny heartbeating against their chest... they lacked a smell... besides being covered in blood and other fluids... he held his breath as this... this was their child. His eyes focused on their small little nails... he could hear their small inhales... he feels his cheeks wet as there they were... finally here.

"Hello there little one..." He says softly... in a fearful whisper as he breathes life to the next few words, "Ich bin dein Vater... oder Papa." His hearts hurt at the sudden swelling of feeling for this tiny little human that was not even a day old yet.

Roland turned his head and rested it against her side as her fingers ran through his hair with a warm smile looking down at the crying man, "Thank you.... thank you Bäckerin for giving me this."

"Well thank you for making it all happen. It takes two of us to make this." He feels her kiss his head as she uses the time he takes having the baby rest on his chest to sleep as the fear Roland had for the tiny mortal creature they made evaporated in an instant... what was the weird wriggling fleshy thing was their baby... far too soon to say what features are from whom... but he didn't care as he loved them. Just as he loved his Bäckerin and he hoped to love more while he had his time with her.

Fluffuary TagList: @bispecsual @the-californicationist @egrets-not-regrets @libraryshadow @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

#warhammer 40k #fluffuary #fluffuary2024 #OC: Roland Lichtner #yandere #yandere space marine #yandere black templar #black templar #space marine #Bäckerin #Roland x Bäckerin #roland x reader

[mingisdoll]

Homesick

Includes: butler!San, afab!rich!chubby!reader, Robin Hood is still alive yes yes I will not take any arguments whatsoever since I hate what the writers did to him lol anyways, Regina is still a queen but with no magic, ATEEZ x OUAT, basically a shit ton of fluff with some angst lol

@newworldnet

Tucked away in the Enchanted Forest lied a castle. A very unique looking castle. In that castle sat a royal family. That family consists of King Robin, Queen Regina, and Princess Y/N. She was the beloved daughter of Robin and Regina and her faithful companion, and quite possibly her only friend, is her butler.

A hot man named Choi San.

He lived in a small cottage within the kingdom yet was unable to find a job anywhere. His parents died due to the mistake committed by a group of bandits so he was left to fend for himself and his little brother.

His name is Choi Jongho.

However, the man remained kind to those around him, even though some people weren't as kind. He was on his last leg of finding a suitable job for him. As he took a break from his job search, he decided to take a stroll in the woods with his baby brother. As he watched him play with various twigs and dirt, he heard a branch snap. His ears perked up and he saw a thief trying to run away from something. The thief was unaware of the little boy that was in his way and San, being the protective man that he is, jumped in between Jongho and the thief. The thief stopped at looked at them both. He was about to execute the bright idea of handing over the stolen goods to San to make it seem like he was the one that stole them

When he took an arrow to the knee.

Two people approached the thief and San. One was holding a bow while the other was busy prying the goods from the thief and placing him in cuffs. They both looked at San, who was busy comforting a crying Jongho.

"Oh dear. Is the little lad alright?" A kind voice asked gently. San looked up at the owner of the voice and nodded meekly.

"Yeah. He's just a little shaken up right now. Um... thank you for saving us." San said in that soft and airy voice that would make people swoon. The man smiled and extended his hand.

"Robin Hood. Or King Robin I should say. Pleased to meet your acquaintance!" Robin introduced himself. The second person then looked at San with bright eyes and extended her hand.

"I'm Princess Y/N! I'm the next Robin Hood. Pleased to meet you!" She giggled and San found the little girl endearing as she shook his hand. She soon let go and walked over to Jongho, who was hiding behind San shyly. As she talked his little head off, Robin clasped San's shoulder.

"You're really brave to protect the little one. Is he your son?" Robin asked and San shook his head, smiling as he looked down at the interaction between Jongho and Y/N.

"No, your highness. He's my little brother." San politely corrected him and Robin nodded.

"Is it just you two or do you have a family back home?" Robin asked. "It's just the two of us, sir. We... lost our parents to bandits. They died at their hands." San shakily explained and Robin's heart ached.

"I'm so sorry, lad." Robin sympathized with him and San weakly smiled. "It's ok, sir. Honestly, I'm just more worried about our wellbeing. I haven't been so lucky in finding a job that pays well and puts a roof over our heads. It's either I'm not old enough or they aren't allowing me to have Jongho by my side while I work. I don't see the problem though! Jongho's a well behaved boy! I... I just..."

Robin brought San into a hug as San wept on his shoulder. He hushed the young boy and tried to get him to calm down. San felt tiny hands clutch his leg and he looked down to see Y/N hugging his leg.

For someone trying to be the next Robin Hood, she was adorable.

"Don't cry, mister! You're too cute to cry!" Her little voice squeaked out and San felt his heart almost burst. Robin looked down at his daughter and grinned wholeheartedly. He then looked at San.

"How would you like to come with us back to our castle? You can be Y/N's butler. We will pay you adequately and we can put a roof over your heads. After all, kindness is something that must be paid forward." Robin suggested.

"Oh! I don't know, sir. Y/N doesn't seem like the type of person to need a butler. She may be a princess, but I can tell that she's very independent." San rambled nervously and Robin chuckled.

"I'm well aware of that. However, she sometimes forgets the little things. Which is where you come in. Plus, she's taken a liking to you and the little one over there. May I ask what his name is?" Robin explained.

"His name is Jongho, sir." San introduced Jongho to Robin. The little boy shyly high fived the king and San found the sight endearing. "Well then, San. Would you like to be the butler of the royal family so you can finally give Jongho a comfortable life?" Robin formally asked him. San nodded eagerly.

"The honor is all mine, your highness."

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That was almost six years ago. San was 16 while Jongho was 11. San grew from a boy to a man. The changes were drastic due to him hitting puberty.

And the daily exercises he does with the royal family.

He used to be this skinny little boy that wore oversized polo shirts that were wrinkled, khaki shorts, and ratty boots. His hair was long and shaggy and it covered his eyes a lot due to shyness he felt whenever other royals looked at him with mainly judgmental looks.

Now he grew into his bobblehead.

His body got bigger, his shoulders were broader, and his waist was tiny. His clothes were a bit more fitted and they clung to his body deliciously. His polo shirts were replaced with crisp white button ups that were ironed to perfection, a black leather tie, a black vest, and black slacks that were slim to show off his equally muscular legs. His childhood boots were replaced with black dress shoes that were made of the sleekest leather and were always shined to a mirror like consistency.

His face changed too. His jawline sharpened, his eyes were more siren like and alert, and his black hair was cut short and styled back since he was more confident in his looks and he stopped caring what the other royals said.

It was all thanks to Y/N.

Ever since he and Jongho were taken in, she has been teaching them how to love themselves and be more confident in whatever they were blessed with. San could tell that she spoke from experience.

Y/N did gain a bit of weight and was slightly chubby around the face. But it wasn't her fault. After she was struck in the shoulder by a poisoned arrow and healed rather quickly, she decided to step back from archery yet continued to be a hero by studying up on how to become the next Good Queen. There was a bit of fat around her stomach and her thighs were a teeny bit big yet it didn't stop her from flaunting the beautiful gowns she wore.

San admired her while Jongho fell deeper in love with her.

The five of them were currently having dinner. Regina made sure that San was treated like a person rather than a butler and San was grateful for the respect that she had for him. As they were chowing down on steak with assorted veggies and seasoned potatoes, San felt a little more down than usual. The once bright smile that was present on his face was replaced with a blank expression. He was quieter than usual and before that, he was scolding himself on small mistakes he made, which he'd never done.

What got the royal family concerned about him was the way he was angry early. Why? It was simple.

Jongho got tripped by one of the visiting princes and San saw. He gently helped his brother up and started yelling and cussing out that very same prince. Normally, he'd be levelheaded and professional but the amount of stress he was feeling finally tipped over. He even punched a wall!

His strength was terrifying. And it probably explained why his knuckles were bandaged up.

The family of the visiting prince tried to persuade Robin and Regina to fire him, but it was a failure due to the fact that Regina saw the whole ordeal happen and called them out. Robin then declared that their trade deal was to be thrown away unless the prince apologized. However, the prince was stubborn and now he was probably being scolded by his parents since they lost the deal due to his acts of foolishness.

San was grateful for their help yet he remained quiet and even apologized for being violent. Which was ironic since he only yelled at the poor guy.

Y/N had enough of it. She missed seeing San's smile and she missed hanging out with him. So she scooted closer to him and started poking his face.

"Princess, please." San begged quietly since he wasn't in the mood and he was afraid he might lash out at her.

"Uh yeah no. San, what's going on? I'm not the type to pry into people's business, but you're like a brother to me. My heart aches every time you scold yourself over little mistakes and you even apologized for 'being violent' even though you haven't laid a finger on that douchebag! Talk to me..."

All eyes were on San when he started crying quietly. Regina sent the rest of the servants away so she and Robin can give San their undivided attention. Y/N immediately took him in her arms and he hugged her back immediately. Muttered apologies could be heard and she simply shushed him.

"I just... miss home. I miss being in a place where I once grew up. Don't get me wrong though. I love it here. I truly do. But I feel like a part of me has been left behind as soon as I took up this job. I fear that the longer I stay here, the higher the chance that my memory of my hometown will be long gone. It sounds silly but still. I couldn't fathom the last core memory of my family being gone."

Y/N kept comforting him and whispered reassuring words in his ear while Robin and Regina looked at each other before looking at Jongho.

"Do you feel the same way?" Regina asked Jongho. The young boy nodded his head shyly. Regina then thought for a moment before coming up with an idea.

"How would you like to take a year off to go visit and settle down in your hometown?"

San looked up at Regina and as much as he wanted to take that opportunity, his selflessness wouldn't allow it. "Oh! I don't know, Regina. I feel like I'm being too selfish to ask for such a thing like that."

"Don't be ridiculous. You've done so much for us. Let yourself have this, San." Regina reassured him and San immediately sprang up to hug both her and Robin before hugging Y/N once more.

Y/N sort of blushed a bit when his huge body practically swallowed her tiny frame.

"Thank you! Thank you much!"

Three days later, San bid his goodbyes to Robin and Regina before stopping at Y/N. Her eyes were filled with tears and San shushed her gently whilst wiping her tears away. His hand, with a single gold band on his index finger, caressed her cheek as he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry, kiddo. Jongho and I will be back before you know it. I'll even bring gifts from my hometown as my thanks to you and your parents. Ok?" San smiled and Y/N simply nodded since she couldn't trust her voice at the moment.

"I'll see you in a year, little robin."

And with that, he and Jongho ventured off into the woods to go home. From there, Y/N counted the days until the Chois came back.

They will come back. Eventually.

#newworldnet #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader

[da-proti-toku-grem]

*Knocks on ur door N leaves the package on the doorstep then falls flat on their face* ANOTHER DOUBLE DELIVERY STAMPED WITH MACA ON IT IN HUGE ASS LETTERS COMING IN HOT 4 YA!! :DD

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(Fae! Bojan N Black cat! Jan boards cuz I saw those gigs videos N conjured up a whole ass AU where our Bojci’s a pretty lil fae boy who lives in a tiny tulip shaped house with Kris deep into the woods of Ljubljana N they causes chaos N get into misadventures in which domestic shenanigans ensues N then Janci gets a black cat! themed one cuz he’s just a fluffy lil black kitty in a trench coat 2 me ☺️☺️) Bojan would make such a pretty fairy N ofc his wings are pink cuz that’s his favourite colour N he’s so slay 4 that N he can use magic 2 play tricks on humans or other fairy’s while also being able 2 attract animals with his voice like a Disney princess,mostly butterflies or dogs afterall we don’t call him baby metulji or a sopping wet puppy 4 nothing (+ in this AU all the guys are fairies aswell N Jure runs a pretty successful restaurant in a little mushroom hut he built where Jan N Nace work N slowly fall 4 eachother where everyone can see they wanna kiss so badly except 4 them,also Käärijä’s apart of this world 2 but he’s a human who can turn into a fairy at will N he causes mischief with Bojan much 2 Kris’s dread after some of the incidents their chaos has caused😅).But Damon’s always there when he needs a break from the two (they sip tea out of lil flower cups N gossip over brunch).Out of all the Sanrio characters Chococat reminds me of Jan the most N they’d probably get along well together,maybe Igor would like the lil guy 2 + I was scrolling 4 what felt 4ever 2 find good pics N came across that photo of a black cat holding a lil teddy bear N KNEW I had 2 use it cuz of his very ✨noteworthy✨ friendship with a certain turtle owning,Pokémon loving,tattoo having,big brown eyed extremely gorgeous bassist who I am definitely normal about <————— (is lying out of their ass N is so so down bad 4 said bassist it’s not even funny).Also that photo of a cat playing the piano was mandatory cuz our beloved Janci is the prettiest piano man of all time N U just know he would get a tattoo of a black cat or Igor playing a guitar (I would fr die N ascend if he actually got a tattoo like DEAR *LORD* 😩😩) if he were a tiny fluffy black kitten tho he would so have huge “no thoughts head empty” eyes that look like plates N would just blink at U if U told him off 4 knocking glasses off the counter or meowing cuz he’s being picky about his food N won’t stop till U buy the food he wants (based on a true story when one of my cats yelled at me 4 an hour all cuz he was being bratty over not having his fave food in so I had 2 head 2 the store in middle of a snowstorm N they didn’t even have the food he wanted 💀).

sorry i've been away all week and i'm just going through my inbox 😅

THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE OMG I LOVE THESE SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺🩷🩷🩷

love all the details on the moodboards and the little stories you always write with each of them 🥰

#joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #jan peteh #moodboard #ask #maca speaks

[lorkai]

*･゜ﾟ A/N: I warn y'all right away that I will not pay for therapy for anyone who reads this /j. But fr I had to write this scenario even though I was crying while I was writing lol. (I'm tagging you because I think you'd like this @lemonandlime22 @sweetbydarkness )

*･゜ﾟ Warning: Angst, Hurt/No comfort, character death, idk how to write the ending so it was kind of open ended.

"Photos are amazing, aren't they?" Lilia's voice was lost in his labored breathing. His throat burned and his lips trembled the more time he spent looking into the faces of everyone he'd ever lost.

All those people he would never see again. All those people he saw swallowed by the earth. All of them preserved in those almost yellowed pages, smiling, laughing or celebrating some achievement, so oblivious to the events that would lead them to their deaths.

And among them, Lilia noted with an ache in his heart, was his boy. Silver smiled as he held the hand of his beloved and also human, Yuu. They made an amazing couple and their wedding was so beautiful that Lilia found himself dreaming of that day. If he closed his eyes now he would see it all play out in his mind again, how he helped Silver choose his suit and write his vows, and how he guided Yuu down the aisle, handing them to his son, with a big smile on his face.

The fae sat in his armchair for hours, flipping through each page and reliving each memory. Memories of when he enlisted to serve in the Briar Valley Army, memories of the first friends he made, and then the precious memories of his dear son with such expressive eyes and goofy smile as just a baby.

Silver was like having an anchor that reminded him that there was still good in the world. He was a smiley baby and his laughter was so infectious that Lilia found himself laughing rather than lecturing him after every prank young Silver pulled off. He even remembers what Malleus and Silver's awkward interactions were like.

He missed his son very much. Lilia supposes that as an immortal, he should be used to death and all the feeling because he's seen it many times, he's seen nations rise and die, he's seen many important people etch their names into history and then return to earth, but still his eyes filled with tears with every page he turned. And he couldn't stop. He needs to see him again, he needs to remember every little thing because if he doesn't remember, he's afraid he'll forget.

Just like he forgot several other people.

"He wouldn't want to see you so worn out." A sober voice sounded in the room, deep, carrying a pain just like Lilia's. And Malleus with a face closed from any emotion sat back on his heels in front of Lilia and his hands gripped the album the older fae was staring at so earnestly, gently trying to pry it out of Lilia's hands. "Silver would probably say you need to get some rest. He'd hate to see you crying and isolating yourself here, and you know it."

Lilia let out a long sigh and looked away from the picture of his son with his first sword. Instead, he focused on the thunder falling over the starless sky, it seemed that even the night felt gloomy and the tiny raindrops adorned the cold windows like tiny crystals. He wanted to touch them, he almost touched them, but finally he decided to hold Silver's necklace between his fingers since it was one of the last memories Silver left behind.

"The pain of losing a child… Can you imagine, Malleus?" Lilia asked after remaining silent for a few seconds. "It's like losing a part of you and you know there's no way to get that part back, so you just wish that at least you had gone with it."

Sobs erupted from his throat and Lilia doubled over, trying to hide his face in his hands. And Malleus wrapped him in a strong hug, trying not to show how the death of his brother and friend affected him as much as it did Lilia. He needed to be strong for both of them.

For a good eighty years Malleus and Lilia watched Silver and Yuu grow old happily together. Ephemeral, their life spans so short. They were two bright, kind, amazing humans and they would miss those two dearly.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #twst lilia vanrouge #twst silver #twst malleus #twst malleus draconia #angst #hurt / no comfort #silver x yuu #silver x mc #silver x reader #lorkai oneshot

[stinkyme]

I need recovery after angsty Mushitaro🥲

Can I please request Fluffy fic with Mushitaro, with an almost-a-toddler son who loves to pull and messed up his neat glossy hair? But throws a tiny tantrum if anyone ruffles/messed up the kid's hair.

Mainly likes to mess with Mushi especially when s/o's not looking, often like a little heart attack(ex: him trying to push down a glass of water from the table to break it, pulling hard on his bow tie, etc)

Hello dear anon! I hope your day is going well and of course you can :D

I hope I understood well because I am not sure do you mean Mushitaro likes to mess up kid's hair but gets annoyed when someone else do it, however I will write multiple things about it hoping I get the one you meant, I apologize if I misunderstood :")

Thank you for your request and I hope I will do it justice :)

CW/TW: none, kid being a little sweet asshole <3, GN!Reader, it's fluffy

I also apologize for any mistakes in advance :)

Mushitaro Oguri as stressed dad || GN!Reader as S/O

Mushitaro and you were enjoying your family life, with an almost toddler son, constantly having new adventures and raising him to be a good person. However, your little angel was often little heart attack for Mushitaro.

As you would do something, shower or prepare a meal and left two of them to entertain each other and spend time together, your little boy would use an opportunity to stress out Oguri as much as he could.

He would ask to be on his lap, all innocent and angelic, looking for cuddles. Mushitaro was smiling, picking up his beloved son and placing him on his lap to earn flushed cheeks and beloved giggles from the boy. He would be calm for a little while, truly an angel. But as soon as Oguri would pay slightly more attention to TV or something else, boy would suddenly grab his bow harshly, pulling it towards, almost breaking Mushi's neck. They said don't doubt a child's strenght for a good reason.

Mushitaro choked out, shocked at sudden pain and force.

"Hey, hey! No pulling! Do you want to break my neck?" he said a bit shocked and boy looked at him, eyes wide and started to giggle out.

"Hm, you want to see it, huh?" Mushitaro asked and took off his bow to give a curious little one so he can inspect it.

His small hands took it, turning it around, mouth slightly open and he had no thoughts behind those eyes. But, he did have that usual baby mischief. Boy started stretching out his little arm towards the glass on the table that contained orange juice. He tried to dip it inside and Mushitaro saw just in the right moment, his heart racing, quickly pulling the boy away and taking bow out of his hand.

"No, no, we can't do that." he sighed out. Boy looked disappointed, but quickly found a new way to stress his dad out. He leaned forward, trying to grab the glass, resulting in glass moving around and almost falling off of the table. Once again, Mushi quickly saved something from getting ruined. He was sweating at this point. How something so small can stress him out so much? Boy looked at saved glass giggling, dipping his small fingers inside and slapping Mushitaro over the face with sticky fingers. Mushitaro blinked, it wasn't a weak slap mind you and he yelled out.

"Ouch! Hey!" his face was serious, he was offended by his own child slapping him.

Right after little boy decided to put his small hands on Mushitaro's face earning a warm smile from him.

"What are you scheming now?" Mushi said through small laugh, closing his eyes, boy pulling his hair suddenly, trying to get up.

"OUCH! OUCH! STOP IT!" Mushitaro yelled out in pain.

Boy clapped his hands, entertained and bumped his head into Mushitaro's chest, deciding to bite him. His teeth were small, but sharp. Mushitaro screamed out, moving away from child's bite. Boy kept giggling and moving his head around.

"Just you wait until Y/N comes! Mhm! You will see." he sighed out, keeping an eye on little boy who gave him innocent, puppy eyes and a wide smile.

"Hmph! Don't look at me like that, just you wait!" Mushitaro was "threating" him earning more giggles from the boy.

You came in the room and your kid quickly got off Mushi's lap messily rushing towards you. You bowed down, stretching your arms to meet him in a big hug. You picked him up, turning your back to Mushitaro, meanwhile little boy was looking over your shoulder. You swayed left and right, while boy was hugging you, his arms around your neck and he looked at Mushitaro, his tongue out, with a little smile. Boy was mocking him.

Mushitaro was shocked, once again. He raised an eyebrow at the boy.

"Oooo who is my little angel? You are, yes, you are!" you were singing to your baby boy, earning his giggles and little claps.

Mushitaro thought it would be funny if he did same thing back to him so he stick his tongue out. It resulted in a boy crying. Well, more like forcing it out to be as dramatic as his father was to earn more attention from you. As you turned around, you were dumbfounded at your husband "mocking" the baby. You consoled your boy, stroking his little head, giving warning look to Mushitaro.

"He did it first!" Oguri said in high pitched voice, trying to defend himself.

"Mushitaro Oguri! He is a baby, barely 2 years old! You are an adult. Behave yourself. There, there angel, was daddy mean towards you? I know." you scolded your husband in sharp voice, meanwhile comforting your child in soft, loving voice stroking his head and boy smiling back at you, happy with attention.

"You weren't here! He tried to knock off the glass, almost drowned my bow, pulled my hair AND BIT ME!" he said dramatically.

"Oh, poor you! He is a baby, of course he is going to explore stuff around him." you said, making sarcastic remark.

"More like destroy, hmph!" Mushitaro said, crossing his arms, scoffing.

"One more word and I will destroy you, you hear me?" you said in joking tone, child giggling in your arms.

"Maybe two of you need fresh air, how about you take him for a walk while I finish up what I started?" you looked at Mushitaro who was behaving like a bigger kid than your own.

"Fine. But if I don't come home, you know what happened to me!" he said as he got up, getting ready for a walk.

"Don't be so dramatic, it's a walk, not war. We took him on walks before and it was completely fine, he is just an energetic kid." you said through laughter and slowly put your baby boy down. He hugged Mushitaro's legs, looking up with a huge smile.

"But that was with you, he loves you more and listens to you. With me, he is different! It's like Jekyll and Hide! I am telling you Y/N!" he said, stroking his baby boy's hair. He really got Mushitaro's genes and soft, beautiful hair. Mushi loved playing with it, styling it and taking care of it.

"You did not just compare our child to that!" you laughed out.

"Also, it's not true, he adores you Mushitaro, look at him!" you said looking at your kid closing his eyes at Mushitaro's touch and hugging him thighter. Your kid adored both of you, he just enjoyed Mushitaro's dramatic, over the edge responses and expressions, you were more collected, calm one.

Mushitaro smiled softly at your child, messing his hair up to earn few giggles and kneeled down to pick him up and take him to the bathroom, taking good 20 minutes to style and brush boy's hair.

"You are almost as handsome as I am! Look how pretty your hair is." Mushitaro said jokingly, but second part was genuine. Boy was smiling to himself and Mushitaro in the mirror. They left the bathroom and Mushitaro put their shoes on.

Maybe walk will be good for both of them. You kissed them both goodbye on the cheek and returned to do things you had to do.

Mushitaro put boy down, taking his hand and going to a local park. He really loved this park, he loved you and your family. Boy also enjoyed the park, new faces, few animals, smell of flowers, birds singing, his dad holding his hand and talking about stuff he couldn't really understand yet, but loved sound of his voice, expressions and new things Mushitaro would show him.

Kid got distracted by a swing and as Mushitaro kept on and on about how they added new cherry tree and he can't wait until it blossoms so he can bring his boy here to experience such beauty, kid started running towards the swing, pulling away from Mushitaro's grip. Mushitaro stopped for a second, processing what happened and looking at his boy running towards the swing. He quickly ran after his kid, praying he won't fall down before he reaches him.

A kid bumped into stranger's legs, taking few small, messy steps back and looking up to meet some middle aged man gaze.

"Ah sorry sir! I got distracted for a second and he ran away, I am truly sorry." Mushitaro came up to them, apologizing to a man and looking at his boy. He kneeled down and started adjusting boy's shirt.

"You can't run off like that, you got me scared." Mushitaro said in serious tone.

"No! No! Please, I know what is like having kids, hahah! Minds of their own, it's okay! Good thing boy didn't get hurt, my knees will be fine!" man said laughing and went down to mess up boy's hair Mushitaro worked hard on. His gaze got serious, but he didn't say anything, boy's face confused. Man didn't seem to know his limit, at this point completely ruining his hair.

Mushitaro pulled away his boy gently.

"That will be enough from you! Thank you and sorry once again, we have to go!" Mushitaro said offended and serious, just who this man thought he was messing his boy's hair like that?

They came home.

"No Y/N! You don't understand, the audacity he had to ruin my boy's hair like that! People are truly a scum, jeez." he said as he was combing through boy's locks, annoyance all over his face.

"A crime, indeed! Next time sue him!" you said giggling at his story.

"Next time I will cut his fing.."

"Hey!" you yelled out.

"Fine, fine..you know what I mean, love." Mushitaro said calming down, you and your little boy giggling together.

The End :)

I hope you enjoyed this and had fun! I tried doing it justice, so hopefully I did. :D

Thank you for love and your request dear anon, it means a lot! :) <3

Kissing everyone on the forehead hehe

#mushitaro x reader #mushitaro x yn #mushitaro oguri #bsd mushitaro #mushitaro fluff #i love mushitaro #mushitaro as a dad #bungo stray dogs #bsd fic #mushitarou

[morkofday]

ten bl boys i want carnally to put in my pocket like tamagotchi

thanks for tagging me krish @i-got-the-feels ♥ i took the liberty to make this a softer version of the original ^^ these are in no particular order!

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I. Mork (Jimmy Jitaraphol) Last Twilight

after all this pain, i just want him to be happy. have him smiling like this, living comfortably. let him have an easy life with a lot of good days and laughter. let him have love. i care for him so much that this is all i want for him ♥

II. Ten (Off Jumpol) Cooking Crush

very my type of character. sweet and kind but has his own troubles. needs way more loving than he has received. i melted when prem was being considerate about ten's aversion to touch and never questioned him, just tried to make him comfortable, and how ten was so baffled to be treated like that. he deserves that type of love so much.

III. Cher (Book Kasidet) A Boss and a Babe

my boba-eyed baby! i adore him so much. cher was such a fun character and i felt very deeply for him. a boy filled with only happiness on the outside with a horrible sadness inside. i want to pinch his cheekies and ruffle his hair and tell him he's doing amazing ♥

IV. Zo (Dunk Natachai) Hidden Agenda

unlike the majority (i think?), i very much enjoyed hidden agenda. and zo was one of those characters that became very important to me this year. he's very familiar to me somehow and watching him change and grow gave me a lot of comfort. he was so brave!

V. Ai Di (Chiang Tien) Kiseki: Dear to Me

the casting choice here is so interesting but works beautifully. ai di is tiny but extremely spicy, and i love him for it. a hissy kitten truly, and you approach him with your own risk. most likely, he will bite you. he's the highlight of this whole show.

VI. Li Ming (Fourth Nattawat) Moonlight Chicken

i was reading some of my old tag games and there i mentioned how i could relate to li ming's struggles in a world run by adults. that one still stands and maybe that's why he is so dear to me. a very brave boy i hope knows all his efforts mean a lot ♥ it takes a lot to be so kind in this world.

VII. Nuengdiao (Phuwin Tangsakyuen) Never Let Me Go / Our Skyy 2

he's so, so precious. i will fight you if you think otherwise. i am serious. this boy deserves all the love he finally got for himself. he deserves to be carefree and happy after all the trauma. let him have a happy life with his beloved, far from death and suffering ♥

VIII. Talay (Sea Tawinan) Vice Versa / Our Skyy 2

it's huge when someone who doesn't believe in love turns into someone who is the epitome of love. that's what happened to talay who, despite this change, is still learning how to believe in love and see it as something permanent in his life. he's doing so well tho. i adore him ♥ also, he will make one amazing parent one day!

IX. Tinn (Gemini Norawit) My School President / Our Skyy 2

absolute loser of a boy, but i love him for it. there's no one more perfect out there. he has a heart of gold and so much hope in him. he believes only in love and gun. it's amazing how he was so lonely and despite it, was so ready to put all his faith in one boy and their future together.

X. Wai (Jimmy Jitaraphol) Bad Buddy / Our Skyy 2

another absolute loser. a little asshole kitten. bastard. douchebag. am using these words as i would use endearments. i love him so much. that will never change thanks for asking. i'm in this wai-loving bullshit for life.

tagging: @stormyoceans @dimpledpran @celestial-sapphicss @jimmysea @leonpob @daymork @smileytharn if any of you is interested! or if you've done this already, this is your sign to send that list to me ^^

#tag game #sorry i could not live with myself #if i did this the right way #yall have fun tho!! #go wild go bonkers i don't mind at all #tell me all your thoughts on your fave men

[typhros]

sorry i just need everyone to know a running bit about my cat.

my dear beloved partner and i adopted a cat about a month back, and she is incredible. she is so soft and adorable and i swear she's like the platonic ideal of a cat, she's precious, but one notable thing about her is that she is 7.4 pounds. if you are unfamiliar with cats, average domestic cats often sit between 10-14 pounds, the Big Boys you see can be near 20. she is tiny. she's full grown, she had kittens very young and will never be bigger than this.

however. when you live with one cat all the time. your brain gets used to the size of the cat. we know she's tiny, but she seems less tiny now. she's just fig-sized. (her name is fig).

earlier this week we stayed overnight with my mother and hung out with her cat, fergie, who is a normal sized cat (probably 12-14 pounds, maybe a little chubbier). my partner and i could not stop marveling at how fucking enormous this cat was, leading to:

partner: he's huge. he's the biggest cat i've ever seen me: he's a normal size, baby. that's the size cats are, we just got used to how little fig is partner, doubling down (near-delirious with exhaustion, we both were): no. no he's huge actually. me, committing to the bit: yeah, sorry, you're right. he's huge, partner: fig is just normal size. me: the most normal size cat. regular size this continued, and now instead of pointing to our cat and cooing about how small and precious she is, we coo and point at her and tell her how normal size she is. how regular sized she is

#i love my cat and i love my partner #typhros talks #cats

[kayjaydee17]

WIP Wednesday

From the next chapter of Don't Worry, Baby

Contains: diapers, wetting, infantilism, little Izzy, manipulative Stede (my beloved <3 ), baby talk.

Ed shifts, feeling the mattress and blankets. "Don't think so, mate," he says. "Bed's dry."

Stede smiles at Izzy and tickles him under the chin. "Yes, it would be," he says. "Because someone was very, very brave last night and asked me to put him in a nappy."

At that, Izzy bursts into a fresh flood of tears. "Wuh," he says. He chokes on a sob and tries again. "Wuh -- wuh --"

Stede strokes his hair. "Deep breath, darling, take your time."

"Wet," Izzy finally manages to gasp out between sobs. "Yucky."

"Oh darling," Stede coos. "I think you're feeling very little indeed." He pulls the blankets down; even through Izzy's pyjama bottoms, he can see how heavy his nappy is. "Such a wet wittle boy," he says. He knows he's baby-talking, but he just can't help himself, not with this tiny little thing. "Don't worry, darling, Daddy and Papa are going to get you cleaned right up." He looks at Ed. "Ready to learn how to change a nappy?"

Ed is staring at him. "He asked you to put that on him?" he says.

"Yes, dear," Stede says. The baby really is very unhappy with how wet he is, so Stede starts helping him out of bed. He's not very cooperative, too lost in his fussing to realise Stede wants to help him. "I popped my head in to say goodnight and the little thing woke up." He finally coaxes Izzy out of bed and pats his bum where his diaper is sagging. "And it's a good thing I did," he says. "Because someone woke up very wet, didn't he? Such a good boy, using his nappy." Izzy is still his strong, stocky self, but he feels so small under Stede's hands. He has been waiting to see Izzy like this, ever since that first hint of him days ago, scawy breathed as big frightened eyes blinked up at him.

Stede had no idea how to interact with Izzy when he thought he was an adult. Now that he's little, it's easy.

"Wait, go back," Ed says, pushing his hair out of his face. "He just asked you to put him in a diaper?"

"Not exactly," Stede admits. "I asked if he wanted to go to the toilet and he said no. So I suggested that he might feel safer with a nappy on."

He knows that isn't exactly what happened, but he doesn't want Ed to think he forced Izzy into nappies or some such nonsense. He's been oddly resistant to the idea of them, shrugging and changing the subject whenever Stede mentioned them. He supposes it's one thing to learn your best friend-slash-lackey is a little and quite another to see him happily using his nappies.

"Oh," Ed says. "Well, that's -- good. He's wet?"

"Wet," Izzy agrees miserably. He wipes his nose with his sleeve and fresh tears fill his eyes. "Dee, wet, yucky."

#my fic #ofmd agere #ofmd fic #little izzy hands

[storytimewithnova]

Eerie Tale of La Lorraine

Amidst the eerie inn, where the Akaashi siblings sought refuge from the wrath of an impending hurricane, the atmosphere grew increasingly unsettling. Thunder rumbled like the growl of some vengeful deity, and the weather outside mirrored the tempest brewing within.

Within the dimly lit inn, the twins, Keiji and Hajime, found solace at the bar, while their younger sister, Shona, toiled behind it. The violent crash of thunder sent shivers through the souls of those present, especially the children who huddled together, terror etched into their young faces.

Sensing the need to quell their fears and divert their attention from the raging storm outside, Shona spoke, her voice carrying an eerie, almost poetic tone that sent shivers down spines.

Shona: "Listen, little ones, as the tempest rages beyond these walls, let me weave a tale, a tale of darkness and despair that shall consume your thoughts."

Intrigued and trembling, the children gathered closer, their wide eyes locked onto Shona.

Little girl: "What kind of story is it?"

Shona: "A tale of La Lorraine, a story shrouded in mystery and steeped in tragedy, my dears."

The children leaned in, their curiosity piqued.

Shona: "La Lorraine, a young soul forced to surrender her babes, her innocence stolen by the cruel whims of fate. Her parents, proud and wealthy, could not bear the shame of her pregnancy."

A tiny voice, pink-clad and innocent, chimed in, "What happened to her, Miss Shona?"

Shona: "Ah, little one, when dawn's first light painted the sky, La Lorraine, burdened by her father's cruel decree, carried her innocent offspring to the tranquil lake. There, she obeyed her heartless father's wishes, drowning her three precious babies along with her sorrows."

The children gasped, horrified by the dreadful tale.

Little boy: "Why would any parent make their child do that?"

Shona: "A question that haunts us all, my dears, for La Lorraine's sorrow knew no bounds. Consumed by guilt, she chose to join her beloved children in the realm of the departed. Now, she dwells by that very lake, her anguished cries echoing in the night, pleading for her children's forgiveness."

Shona observed that the children were now fighting heavy eyelids, struggling to stay awake.

Shona: "Time for slumber, little ones, for the darkness outside mirrors the haunting tale I've spun. Rest now, and perhaps, in the morning, the storm shall have passed."

Little boy in blue: "But, Miss Shona, we're not sleepy."

Shona: "Try as you might, dear, but the Sandman beckons you all. To bed, my darlings."

Reluctantly, they groaned but obeyed, succumbing to the need for rest. Keiji, the youngest of the Akaashi siblings, approached his sister.

Keiji: "So, Shona, which version of the story did we tell them tonight?"

Shona: "A version suitable for innocent minds, Keiji. The true tale, our family's tale, is far darker. Do you think I would wish those children to carry our burden and go to sleep with nightmares?"

Hajime, the other twin, joined the conversation, a solemn look in his eyes.

Hajime: "She's right, Keiji. Some stories are best left untold, especially to those as fragile as children."

Shona sighed, her gaze distant as if contemplating the weight of their family's dark history.

Shona: "How do you suppose we tell children that we are the very children from the story I just recounted? The offspring of La Lorraine, cursed by a tragic legacy?"

Keiji and Hajime exchanged somber glances, understanding the gravity of their shared secret.

Keiji: "It's a burden we bear, Shona, one we've carried all our lives. But protecting their innocence is paramount. We'll continue to weave the tale as we have, shielding them from our own haunting reality."

Hajime nodded in agreement, his voice filled with determination.

Hajime: "We'll be the protectors of their dreams, keeping the darkness at bay, just as La Lorraine sought to protect her children from a cruel world."

As the storm raged outside, the Akaashi siblings held their secret close, their own tale intertwined with the haunting legend of La Lorraine, while the innocent children slept, blissfully unaware of the darkness that lurked within their own midst.

In the quiet of their shared secret, Keiji broke the silence, his voice filled with a sense of responsibility.

Keiji: "I think it's time to visit mother, to confront the past and seek some closure."

Hajime, reluctant and tormented by their history, protested.

Hajime: "Must we? Can't we put it off a little longer? I don't know if I'm ready to face her."

Shona, ever the voice of reason and compassion, chimed in softly.

Shona: "Unfortunately, dear big brother, we can't keep running from our past. Mother yearns for our forgiveness, and as hard as it may be, we owe it to ourselves to find a way to heal."

Hajime, burdened by anger and resentment, voiced his inner turmoil.

Hajime: "What the heck do we even say to her? She wants our forgiveness, but I can't simply forgive and forget."

Keiji and Shona exchanged knowing glances, acknowledging the pain that still festered within their hearts.

Keiji: "We'll find the words, Hajime. It won't be easy, but maybe, just maybe, in facing our mother and our shared past, we can start to heal our own wounds."

Shona: "We'll do it together, as we always have. And perhaps, in time, forgiveness will come, not just for her but for us too."

With a sense of resolution, the Akaashi siblings understood that their journey to confront the specter of their family's tragic legacy was a path they had to tread, no matter how difficult or painful it might be.

As the storm outside continued its relentless assault on the inn, the Akaashi siblings found strength in their bond and shared determination. They knew that they couldn't keep avoiding the past, and their mother's plea for forgiveness couldn't be ignored any longer.

Several weeks later, they made the difficult journey to visit their mother, a woman who had been haunted by her own actions for years. The encounter was emotional, filled with tears, anger, and sorrow. It wasn't an easy path to forgiveness, and it wouldn't happen overnight.

However, with time, the wounds began to heal, and a sense of closure slowly emerged. Their mother, too, sought redemption and attempted to make amends for the pain she had caused. It was a long and challenging process, but it was a step towards healing the broken family.

The Akaashi siblings continued to protect the innocent minds of the children they encountered in their inn, weaving tales that hid their own dark history. But, they also carried with them the hope that, someday, the stories they told would serve as a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is a possibility for redemption and forgiveness.

As the years passed, the Akaashi family learned that forgiveness was a journey, not a destination. And while the stormy memories of their past would never completely dissipate, they were determined to face the future together, stronger and bound by the unbreakable ties of family.

#La Lorraine #akaashi siblings #halloween special

[ephemeralleviathan]

Acorns

A fantasy short story.

TW list: fire, storm/lightning, children, mob, burning alive

This is a happy story about old friends! Feel free to critique, and I would love some new ideas! Read at your own discretion. The story starts below the break! Happy reading!

    I surveyed the kids around the campfire. There were rows and rows of twelve year olds whose parents had decided to send them away for a couple of weeks and had just happened upon Diana’s Summer Camp. I knew some of them didn’t want to be here, in fact, most of the boys hated it here, but even so, I had all of them wrapped up in my stories. These kids got so excited to hear my tales at the end of every night that even the ones that decided to skip every other activity were present for the evening bonfires. I waited for the hush that swept over them as I stood to start my story for the night.

    “Once upon a time, there was a simple farm girl,” I started. “She was just like all her peers; she had a modest living, average looks and height, and only sometimes did she engage in mischief making.”

    I got a few chuckles for that, so I continued, “Only this girl had a big oak tree just in front of her house. It was so big that there were many swings held aloft by its branches and the other children that lived near her always came to play in the shade of her huge tree. In the summer, this tree was a blessing so all who came to her house could get out of the blistering sun for a while. But one day, during a particularly nasty storm, lightning struck the tree, splitting it down the middle and killing it.”

    I threw some sawdust into the fire to make it spark and billow as I described the storm, and some of the listeners gasped as the fire licked out and then quickly receded. Once they all quieted down again I continued the story.

    “The tree burned down, leaving only a pile of ash and a few burned charcoal logs. That, and a single acorn. The girl scavenged what was left of her beloved oak tree, tossing the charcoal into her woodpile and picking up the single acorn.”

    I fished into my pocket and held a large acorn up above my head and said, “An acorn just like this. She kept this acorn close to her out of mourning for her beloved tree, whether she kept it in the front pocket of her dress close to her heart or on her nightstand when she slept, she always kept this little acorn near to her like the large oak tree had been near and dear to her heart.”

    I bent over and picked up a small basket of acorns and dropped the one I was holding into it. I gave it to the nearest child to me, asking the children to take one and pass the basket down, then I kept telling the story.

    “When she worked in the field, the acorn was by her side, when she tended her animals, the acorn was always with her, even when she went to swim in the creek she took the acorn with her and left it on the shore for safekeeping. One night, even though she was careful with the acorn, she set it on her nightstand as she always did to find that the acorn had a large crack running from the top to the bottom. She gently picked up the acorn from her nightstand, but even as gentle as she was the acorn split in two in her hands. What fell out of the split shell was not the nut that should’ve been inside of the acorn however, but what looked like a tiny wooden baby.”

    Some of the kids started looking for cracks on their acorns, but others sat on the edges of their seats eagerly awaiting the rest of the story. I reached behind me again and retrieved another prop for my story.

    “At first the girl didn’t know what to do; this wasn’t a fairy for it had no wings, and plus she didn’t want to just give give the tiny baby back to the oak, the great oak was just a pile of ash now. The girl decided to care for the baby like it was one of her dolls, but she had to learn how to care for a living baby first. She fashioned a tiny bassinette out of one half of the acorn shells and set the little thing inside, and seeing as it fit just fine before, with a little cushion from spare wool, the tiny baby curled up inside the acorn shell.”

    I held up a cradle I had made out of an acorn shell for the kids to see; it looked old and worn, like it had gone through many stories before, and there was a small crack in the side.

    “The girl consulted the older women she knew on how to care for a baby, and they told her to feed it when it cries and sing it to sleep to keep evil away from the baby. The older women laughed at her because they thought that a girl of her age could have no child of her own, but the girl still returned to the baby and followed their instructions to the letter. She would feed the baby a tiny drop of milk when it was hungry and every night she sang songs of myth and legend to ward off evil. But still, the baby grew fast, faster than any human baby, and it grew and grew until it broke out of the cradle the girl had made for it. The girl started sewing tiny dresses for the little acorn child and created it a larger bed out of an old sandal.”

    I held up a sandal with tufts of wool sewn into the leather of the sandal and a little fabric blanket. It too looked worn and tired like the acorn cradle, but this was not broken, just stretched out in some places.

    “The girl would still take the acorn with her when she worked and when she played, teaching the tiny child everything she knew as best she could. One day the girl left the child at her home now that the child was too big to just carry around or put in the girls pocket. She had been doing this for quite some time, where it was normal for the girl and the wood-like child would be seen together. The child didn’t speak, but she sang just like the girl did when she was smaller. The townspeople thought there was something off about the acorn child, though. They didn’t trust that the acorn child was safe for the girl or had good intentions for their humble village. So one day, when the girl left to tend to her animals and fields, the townspeople formed a mob for the acorn child. The acorn child was the same size as the girl that raised her, but the acorn child had dark eyes whereas the girl had piercing green eyes. That, and the acorn child had an almost wooden complexion with grains and knots like the bark of a great oak.”

    “The villagers swarmed the girls house as soon as they knew she wasn’t there. They knew the girl would’ve protected the acorn child like a mother bear, but they thought that the acorn child had somehow charmed the girl. They attacked the acorn child, who ran and ran and called for the girl the only way she knew how: singing of legends like the girl had done for her. The villagers hated the song simply because it was coming from the child’s mouth, thinking the child was trying to curse them too, so they threw their torches at the acorn child just as they reached the girl’s field.”

    The kids listening seemed to all lean forward in anticipation; they knew my stories never ended boring. I paused dramatically, then I continued.

    “The girl ran to the acorn child, who quickly started to burn as the fire licked the child’s wooden skin. The girl patted out the flames with the hem of her dress and burned her hands on the hot fire of the acorn child. The child saw the girl burn her hands for the child, and suddenly roots and trees shot up from the ground and ensnarled the angry villagers. The fires that they threw and the fires that they still held started to burn the roots and trees they were trapped in. The acorn child scooped the girl up and ran to their house, wrapping the girls burnt hands. The girl picked up the acorn shell, the half that was left behind from making the cradle for the child, and tied twine around the stem of it, making it into a necklace.”

    I passed strands of twine to the children, showing them how to tie it just like the girl did, though it was a little difficult for me to tie the twine because of the burn scars on my hands. The kids almost immediately put the acorn necklaces on as I finished the story.

    “The girl put the makeshift necklace around the neck of the acorn child, then they both escaped into the forest as their former village burned down. Some say they still wander the forests together.”

    The kids started a loud round of applause before other camp counsellors rounded them up and escorted them to their various cabins. I sat by the fire, watching it burn down as the camp settled into a sleepy silence. I heard the melodious singing of myths and legends of yore, and I joined the singing as I stood to greet my old friend.

#campfire story #dryad #oak tree #summer camp #fantasy #short story #short fantasy story #old friends #mythology

[satanskatse]

idk if this‘ll be a good distraction, but i thought maybe some like lighthearted questions could be helpful? this sounds weird skxhkchdkf butyeah- feel free to skip any questions you don’t feel like answering, since this is just to try to cheer u up :3

like for example what shows have you watched recently? is there anything you rly like about them? did something interesting happen to you recently? how was the weather were u are? what type of weather do you like the most? what’s your favorite season? did you eat anything good recently? do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? what’s your favorite time of day? what’s your favorite color? what’s your current favorite song? <3

First of all thank you my dear ♥️

I watched.... Uhhh... I mean I watched a bit more one piece but only a few episodes, it no count much. Not much of a show watcher rn. Mostly just YouTube or a few movies now and then. I'm pre time skip so I mostly just enjoy Tony Tony and Zorro (ma boy, I still need to get your clothes.... And see if i can get a binder so I can cosplay ya) and partly Luffy.

Nothing much interesting just issues at work, a cute friend having fallen for a literal trash bag. Waiting for the summer break to come and get me finally....

Weather was mostly hot (pls have mercy) so I'm mostly inside bc who would want to die bc of some huge jackass in the sky?!? I like medium temperature, no burning sun tho pls. Just spring & fall forever would be cool with me. I like spring a tiny bit more than fall but those two are way superior to the others imo.

Uhh... Good ramen about a month ago... Good Japanese sweets about a month ago... Sushi a few days ago... And a good burger yesterday. Nothing big besides that, just good dinner.

Sunsets. While both are similar (to me) I'm a nightsky gay and since sunsets are closer to it......

I like the time of day when the sky is getting colorful bc of the sunset and when you can see the stars at night (even tho I barely see them anymore lately since I don't have to walk the dog anymore. Kinda sad since I miss the calm alone time when I sometimes just sing or think and get creative and continue my stories etc. Or just enjoy the time with the dumbo baby.

Blue, especially deep and rich blues and most tones going over turquoise to green. I know it's more of a spectrum but I am a living spectrum so sorry no sorry.

Favorite song? You like to torture me, do you? I don't have a favorite song, I love a lot. I just forget about them from time to time. Sadly I cannot get a hold of my old YouTube play lists, I really would love listening to a lot of my beloved songs....

Lots of love and thank you ♥️

#asks

[pennamespeculated]

My baby. My darling baby boy. Today I have held you in my arms for longer than I can ever remember being held myself. Your comforting weight is my solace in this lonely storm, dear child. You know nothing of what you mean to me, you simply sit and stare and I take all the joy in it that a mother could. Someday, when you grow up, I will teach you that blood is unimportant to family. I will teach you that you are mine in heart as much as you ever could have belonged to the woman who birthed you. It burns my soul to think of her. She never deserved you, my lovely boy. You should have been a blessing to her, and yet she treated you like a curse to bear. Someday, when you grow up, I will tell you how she betrayed you, and thus delivered you to me.

I will tell you the story of her descent, a woman I once revered as my aspiration, fallen to receive my pity and my hatred and nothing else. She used to tell me how much she loved you. She would have about your smile, your laughter, and I believed her. I worked for her for years, and I never saw such joy in her countenance as when she spoke of you. I only can wonder what happened between then and the night you came to be mine that infected her mind and corrupted her as it did. It is strange, to me, that she could turn around so viciously within weeks. Every day I spent caring for you, I only fell further in love with your rosy cheeks and your tiny, grasping hands. How could time spent with you have turned her so far towards her abhorrence of you? Someday, when you grow up, we will find the answers together.

The worst part of it all was to watch her grow desperate, like she was clinging to you even as she began to hate you. She spent every day with you in her arms, I could hardly hold you over those last days. And yet she cried. She wept, and called priests and doctors to change you, when you had nothing wrong at all in your sweet little body. My lovely boy, it confounds me to remember the way she screamed in anguish while you lay perfectly well in your cradle. I didn't get to see you at all during those times. I was not allowed anywhere near. But I saw you, after, and you lay peaceful in sleep as ever. I should have stopped her, said something. But where would I have been then? I have nothing, I have no family. I have no husband. Someday, when you grow up, I will teach you about how to be a proper man, like a father would have.

A father would have been able to better protect you from her violent changes in spirit. She used to seem as though she wanted nothing more than to have you, and then but days later she would lock the door to your rooms and weep all night like a woman damned. Your father by blood did nothing. He simply tried to comfort her. I was the only one who cared for you, my lovely boy. You grew so cold in the evenings, when there was nobody to hold you. I would hold you myself, falling asleep with you cradled in my arms and against my chest, and let my warmth infuse your still, slumbering body. I was discovered only once, and after the blows delivered to me, I made sure to never be discovered again. Every morning I would place your frail frame back into your blankets and lock the door behind me. Someday, when you grow up, I will tell you what it was like as a servant, so you can aspire to more.

When you went missing, my beloved boy, I was in shambles. I went about my day, working as expected, but I kept trying to catch a glimpse of you. The door to your room was locked during the day, but you were not there when I checked in early hours. Your mother by blood alone did not hold you in her arms. You were found not with any of the staff, or your siblings either. I asked her what had happened to you, where had you gone. My desperation to feel you in my arms nearly drove me to tears right in front of her. I could hardly believe it when she told me what she had done. Someday, when you grow up, I will take you to see the grave she had you buried in. Only when you grow up.

It was horror the likes of which I had never experienced, my love. To envision you beneath the dirt, crying for my touch. The torturous images of your often cold skin being surrounded by the air of death prematurely, forced to succumb to it through the suffocation of the packed earth. I could not bear it, and so I did not. You were in my arms once again, my beautiful boy, and I will not let her take you from me once again. Someday, when you grow up, I will teach you what it means to love.

I hope you cry, even just a sound, when you next wake up, my darling, just to wake me up. I have missed it with my own rest the last few times, I believe. I miss feeling your little fingers clench around one of my own. I miss your laughter echoing through me like a bubbling of warmth in my chest. I miss your lovely little blue eyes, sparkling with curiosity. I will take care of you while you sleep, my dear, but won't you please wake up soon?

#victorian horror #horror story #horror #history

[humbleboar]

celebrating the rediscovery of this picture here's my mom holding my cat as a kitten

#life and times #this is my most precious and favoritest picture of him which i lost for several months so this is also me preserving it #TINY boy. baby boy. dear one. beloved boy. #look how small his little leg is!!!!

[dos-oroguitas]

you’ll blow us all away

Set after a few months of your first son, Pedro’s birth, Camilo Madrigal reflects on his life so far.

Dad! Camilo Madrigal x Reader

masterlist !! series includes !! you'll blow us all away reprise !! stay alive

Camilo Madrigal was thankful for many things. He was thankful for the life he was given, the miracle that he was blessed with and of course meeting and falling in love with you. He watched as your chest rose up and down, lips parted as you finally had a good night’s sleep. He placed a hand on your face, gently cupping it in his hands before he leaned down to kiss you, muttering a soft ‘Te Amo, mi luna.’ before he climbed out of bed.

He was beyond thankful for you. You came into his life unannounced and without even a warning but he wouldn’t have it in any other way. You had completed him in a way no one could. He was the sun and you were his moon. He was your sol and you were his luna. He stretched, gazing out the windows and watching as the soft moonlight caressed another, smaller figure in the dark.

Beside your bed was a crib that held both the sun and the moon’s beloved star. Pedro Madrigal, named after his grandfather who had sacrificed himself and in turn had let them be granted with a miracle. He could remember his Abuela’s face, her eyes wide when they had revealed the name they’ve chosen and she had smiled fondly, quietly thanking the two of you.

He gazed down at the sleeping baby, smiling softly as he saw your child, his abuelo’s namesake, swaddled in his blankets. He gently ran his fingers through the baby boy’s hair. He didn’t anticipate the boy stirring and cooing, the boy’s eyes that resembled your own meeting his father’s own green ones. Pedro whimpered, not getting enough sleep and being rudely awakened by his father, had started to whine. He was always so calm but when disturbed he would throw the biggest fit, Camilo thought in amusement as he quickly took him in his arms, he looked like him but it seemed your child had your personality. Calm, sweet, serene.. though unbeknownst to him he would grow more rambunctious and lively.

Camilo gently shushed him, rocking him in his arms back and forth as he tried to calm him down so you wouldn’t wake. His eyes softened as the child slowly started to calm down, a tiny fist holding onto his father’s clothes. Camilo couldn’t help but smile wider. Pedro was the splitting image of him save for his eyes, he had his freckles, the same cute nose, and the same curls that you had loved to run your fingers through.

“Dear Pedro, what to say to you? You have her eyes, you have your abuelo’s name and when you came into the world you cried, and it broke my heart..”

He could remember the day that you had given birth to your son. You were struggling, screaming, and in pain but he stood by your side, holding your hand in his. He was nervous. No one could ever prepare anyone for a child. He was scared, scared for you and scared for your baby. Though his worries subsided when he heard your child’s loud cries. He had kissed your forehead then, telling you that you had done a great job and as you hold your little one in your arms he felt as complete as the day he first met you, maybe even more so now that the both of you created your son out of your love for one another.

“I’m dedicating every day to you, domestic life was never quite my style..” He kissed Pedro’s chubby cheeks who in turn had smiled brightly. As a first time father, the shapeshifter hadn’t really done well in the first few days. The responsibilities and his concerns were not just you anymore. He had your son to worry about and yet he had managed.

“And when you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart, and I thought I was so smart..”

His eyes welled with tears and he stifled a sob. He didn’t know what he deserved to have a family and a life so filled with love but he wouldn’t have it in any other way.

“You will come of age with our young nation..” He continues, walking closer to the window and gazing at the town of Encanto and its mountains. “We’ll bleed and fight for you. We’ll make it right for you.” Camilo glanced back at your sleeping form and then to Pedro whose little hands had reached out for the bright lights that the town radiated.

“If we lay a strong enough foundation, we’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you and you’ll blow us all away..” He murmurs fondly, watching as Pedro’s eyes had fluttered close, enveloped by sleep once more. He had promised on the day of his birth that he’d protect you and your son with his life. And to this day he fulfilled that promise.

“Someday, someday.. yeah you’ll blow us all away.” He placed a kiss on the now sleeping boy’s forehead before walking back to the crib and placing him down, leaning against it as he watched his son sleep.

“Someday, someday..”

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[podiumnorris]

Us Against The World | D. Ricciardo

In which they babysit her nephew and he makes a confession that throws her slightly off guard.

word count: 3,7k | no warnings | prompt(s) used: f27

Family. It was one of the most significant things to you. They happened to be the people you reasonably held most dear, and you wouldn't exchange them for the world. Though they were all relatively busy people, many of them inconveniently had children, nonetheless. Your beloved sister and her faithful husband were one of those people, and unfortunately, they were away for their successful job a bit too much for your liking. Although that usually meant you would be skilled to babysit your nephew, you genuinely felt for the innocent child that he was rarely gifted with the necessary presence of his parents, nonetheless. But the three-year-old boy was ridiculously delighted to be spending time with you. With you and your longtime boyfriend, that is.

Your family typically associated Daniel with being clumsy with children, even though he treasured them dearly. He just invested way too much time in laughing hysterically at the little one's unfortunate moments, rather than properly taking care of the situation. Like that one time his nephew fell off his toy car, Daniel only laughing more as the poor child struggled to get up and unexpectedly fell further

When your charming sister contacted you if you were willing to babysit her dear boy again, you unhesitatingly accepted it. The mother had dropped her child off at your luxury apartment, the charming boy traditionally being accompanied with his favourite stuffed animal. The giraffe indulgently hung in his protective arms as he smiled at your hearty welcome, pulling him in for a tight hug.

"Is uncle Danny home, too?" You heartily smiled at your nephew upon hearing his question, nodding enthusiastically. "Of course buddy," you chuckled at his joyous excitement. "He's inside, go tackle him with lots of hugs, yeah?" The boy happily ran past you and your glittering eyes followed him eagerly. He didn't fail to keep the giraffe firmly in his tiny fingers, and you undoubtedly heard him shout your boyfriend's name. It was followed by the soothing voice of Daniel, naturally causing you to know the child had successfully encountered the Australian.

"Thanks again, Y/n. I imagine you must grow tired of me by now." Your sister said as you returned your attention to the remarkable woman in front of you. "Absolutely not, honey," you had started before you managed to summon a genuine smile and directed it her way. "You know I love him, so does Daniel," you continued as you collected the practical necessities your sister brought for her young child. "However, are you sure you are unable to spend this weekend with him? I imagine it must be arduous to see him so little." "It is tough," she hesitantly started. "Though we truly can't. But I am certain you two will properly provide him with the best of time." "Of course," You smiled at you obtained the pram she transported to you. "You know we'll pamper him too much." The both of you chuckled, though you still felt irritable about the situation.

You had undoubtedly been an enormous fan of children for a long time, but the most prominent thought in your mature mind was the fact that you should not get a baby if you can not make time for them. Absolutely, complex situations may occur. But in this specific case, your sister and brother-in-law had both decided on having a baby, and it had merely taken them three productive years before they immediately started to work constantly again. Because you were so fond of children, many family members accurately marked you as their personal babysitter, your sister in particular. You didn't mind, though. You genuinely loved spending time with them. It was the children you felt sympathy for.

"I don't think he will require that, but you can never be too safe," your sister started as she pointed at the pram that you had previously placed in your hallway. "He's gotten terribly fond of walking, lately." "I think I can see that," you chuckled as you got slightly distracted by the joyful noises escaping your secure living room. "Is that everything?" Your charming sister nodded, and she politely offered you a kind-hearted smile.

"It must be," she started as she clasped your hand. "Thank you so much again, you are the best." You shrugged at her kind comment. "My pleasure, he absolutely savours this place as well," you started as she placed a small kiss on your jewelled hand. "Just don't overwork yourself, yeah?" "You know me, darling." She let go of your hand, and you rolled your eyes. By all means, you knew her. That is why you commented on her complex behaviour. Every so often it made you worried sick, but you weren't her mother. It wasn't your impossible job to compel her into taking some well-deserved days off or tell her what to do, but you hoped she would come to the realisation she should start properly taking care of herself, too.

You hugged your beloved sister after you had properly said your final goodbyes and you carefully put the necessities in the pram and pushed it inside. You slowly made your way to your living room until you stopped in your tracks upon witnessing the scene in front of you.

Daniel laid on the floor, his bare feet firmly set on the ground and your nephew was crouched on his stomach. You can imagine the slight discomfort of the child's small feet poking in his sensitive stomach. His tiny hands grabbed the shirt that covered Daniel's brawny chest, the small fingers instantly disappearing into the wrinkled material of the remarkable piece of clothing. Your boyfriend's strong hands gently rested on the crouched body of your nephew, desperately trying to support his fragile frame from falling off of his splendid figure.

"What are you doing?" You chuckled lightly as you gradually started encountering the two boys in your living room. The both of them simultaneously shot their eager eyes at you, naturally resulting in you taking a step back and raising your hands in defence. "Easy there, tigers. Wasn't aware the two of you would get mad for harshly interrupting your intense moment there." You chuckled gleefully as the two returned their concentrated eyes to each other and you crossed your arms as you leaned comfortably against the cold doorframe.

"Cautious, big man," Daniel talked softly as he concentrated on eagerly providing the toddler with the possible support he might require. "Slowly, steady." You witnessed your nephew gradually rising to his feet as he eagerly tried maintaining optimum balance on the Australian's stomach. Your eyes enlarged when you perceived his wobbling, wanting to come up to them until you noticed Daniel's grip on his behind to prevent him from falling.

A few seconds later, the three-year-old managed to stand up straight, successfully able to maintain his balance as he continued poking his feet into your boyfriend. The both of them cheered enthusiastically before the toddler decided to incautiously jump and plop down onto Daniel his abdomen, both legs ending on each side of him. Daniel instantly shot up, a deep groan escaping his lips as he let out a small chuckle. He wrapped the petite figure into his arms, quickly swaying him from left to right.

"Easy there, mate," he started as he slightly withdrew from him to properly meet his chaotic stare. "I've got feelings too." Loud chatter and excited giggles instantly left your nephew's moistened lips as you looked at them in awe. "Seriously guys, what kind of reckless things have you been doing in the short time I've been at the front door?" You carefully decided to speak up once more, this time persuading mostly your gorgeous boyfriend to explain himself.

"This fighter wanted to see if he was skilled enough to balance himself on something else than the ground," Daniel started as he looked at you, his well-known smile warming your heart. "And as you must have undoubtedly noticed, he definitely can. Including knocking all the air out of my lungs, after that." Your nephew playfully hit the clothed chest of the smiling man in front of him as he continued holding his tiny figure.

"You thought that was a clever idea?" You chuckled lightheartedly. You could not be mad at the unfortunate situation that happened in front of you. It gladdened your passionate heart so much to the point where you wished to forget this was not a child of your own.

"What fun is there in simply doing things that are clever?" Daniel let out a slight laugh as he directed the question more to the child seated on his lap than to you.

You chuckled as you went grabbing some of your nephew's toys from your room, returning to the boys with the recognisable bag of lego. You politely handed it to Daniel, who had already set the three-year-old on the rug in the living room, and you landed on a suitable spot on the floor next to the two.

"So," Daniel instantly started after he had received the bag from you. He emptied it messily on the floor, causing you to let out a defeated sigh. "What do we desire to build, mate?"

Your beloved nephew remained from answering, too caught up in the unfortunate moment of impulsively tossing around some of the tiny pieces. You were certain you would keep discovering a couple of them, even some months later. Your lover shot a playful glance at where the youngest had intentionally thrown some blocks at, chuckling in pleasant surprise.

"You can't throw any further than that?" Daniel challenged the boy, one that he unhesitatingly accepted. "Honey!" You protested but it was long overdue. The innocent child had grabbed a hand full of lego blocks and instantly tossed them as far as he could. Though he didn't possess much strength, so they luckily failed to strike anything of expensive worth.

"You are the worst with children." You exhaled in disbelief, rolling your eyes at the two in front of you. Absolutely, you knew Daniel would be fit to properly take care of a child. Though it shocked you how messily he usually played with them, and you couldn't help but ponder on the thought of how he would properly raise them if it was up to him.

"I wouldn't be if they were ours." Daniel spoke absently, steadfastly remaining his attention on the son of his sister-in-law. He didn't seem to instantly notice his innocent comment, however, but you definitely did.

Your passionate heart started beating rapidly as your breathing grew uneven. Sure, occasionally, you had eagerly been talking about having a child. But after you concluded the two of you had been extremely busy at the time, you dropped the topic and you hadn't picked up on it for a remarkable long time.

The precious words he had spoken so effortlessly rung through your active mind as you unintentionally kept thinking about a baby of your own. You had been investing so much time in other people their children and hadn't been able to wait until the proper time was there to bring one of your own into the world.

Daniel looked at you after hearing your silence, his hands absently fiddling with a few blocks as your nephew maintained his attention on his own project. Your eager eyes instantly met his and your beating heart started fluttering at the gentle features on his face.

"Would this be the proper moment to discuss this matter?" He talked softly, naturally attempting to keep the boy's focused attention on the lego, even though he wouldn't have been able to follow the meaningful conversation anyway.

"You want to discuss having a baby?" You cautiously started in disbelief, your hands absently finding their way over your stomach. The thought made you smile, and you couldn't believe Daniel had indeed gotten to this point. "Like, our own baby?"

The Australian nodded slowly and sent you a comforting smile, the gears in your head turning like with the great big clock. "Yeah," he started as he absently shifted his concentrated attention to your nephew after feeling a gentle nudge on his arm. "It has consistently been us against the world, so how about we add an addition to that team?"

You smiled reassuringly at his pleasant words as you kept yourself from unintentionally letting out a few tears. There were no proper words present at the back of your throat, so you were hesitant as to what you should reply. Naturally, you were extremely delighted when you heard his extraordinary confession. However, it threw you slightly off guard. How would it be with your own baby? How would you manage his career, your job, and raising your mini?

"I mean," you started cautiously as he returned his gaze to you, much to the dismay of the three-year-old who desperately demanded the attention to be on him. "If we can manage our-" you continued but were interrupted by your nephew, "Auntie Y/n," he started as he made his way over to you with a few legos being clamped in his tiny hands. "Uncle Daniel stopped playing with me." "Ooh, what a shame honey. How about we go and build something instead, yeah?" You said as you subtly shifted your attention away from Daniel and desperately tried to demote the previous moment to the back of your mind.

"I want to build a giraffe!" The boy exclaimed enthusiastically as he messily handed a couple of different coloured blocks to you. "What a challenge," you chuckled as you accepted his offer. "But let's do it. I'm certain we can do better than Uncle Daniel, yeah?" You shot a glance at your boyfriend, who directly received the hint of the ultimate challenge you gave him. "Build battle!" You instantly heard an enthusiastic squeal escape your nephew's lips.

Daniel expectantly looked at you, not sure what he was expecting to hear from you. "We'll resume our talk eventually, yeah?" You informed him quietly, trying to keep your attention on building. The Australian nodded approvingly and offered you a genuine smile, starting on his project as well.

He shot a look at the two of you every now and then, his loyal heart melting at the precious scene he witnessed in front of him. The two of you, seated on the rug in your shared luxury apartment, shutting yourselves out from the outer world. Daniel had completely given up on winning the building contest, being too mesmerised by the beauty of the woman in front of him, playing with her nephew. His heart fluttered at the pleasant thought of you being the mother to his own little Ricciardo, and he hadn't been able to shake that thought from his mind for a while now.

The afternoon continued with building contests and it blew your mind how long your nephew could maintain his full attention on simply building with lego blocks. You would definitely keep it in mind for future references, in case you would need to keep him occupied at some point.

Needless to say, the two of you happily won most of the build battles that you held. Daniel had been way too delighted to allow the son of his sister-in-law to win, but simultaneously, he was too busy letting his mind wander off. He didn't think he could fall in love with you more than he already did, but at that specific point, his heart beat out of his chest like it was his first time realising you were the woman he'd want to go into forever with. He felt like he was the innocent teenager that confessed his love to his first partner. He felt himself fall in love over and over again upon seeing you with children, and he had realised there is nothing more that he'd want than his own child with you.

Neither of you felt like cooking dinner, and since it felt like an exceptional occasion having your nephew around, you decided to order in. The pleasant evening went smoothly, ending in playing video games on your Nintendo WiiU. Once more, Daniel gave the three-year-old too much of an opportunity to achieve his win in Mario Kart. Though he surely wouldn't have been able to beat the CPU in the game, the child was extremely content he was able to comfortably beat a formula one driver in a karting game.

"Good job, buddy," Daniel started after the third time of allowing him to finish in front of him. "We should start our real karting race, soon. Bet you'd be the shining star, huh?" You slightly hit your boyfriend's brawny arm, seemingly thinking it was too dangerous for your beloved nephew to already pick up on racing.

"Hey, it'll be fine. There are junior championships, too." Daniel chuckled lightly as he carefully placed a strong hand on your knee, the passionate gesture sending waves of fire right to your abdomen. The innocent child on the right of you let out an enthusiastic squeal before he gently fell against your side. He let out a big yawn, and you curiously glanced at the clock. It had been way past his bedtime and you realised you had utterly disregarded your sister's instructions.

"It seems like it's time for bed, champion," you started sweetly as you carefully picked him up, taking the controller from his hands and handing it to Daniel. "We can continue tomorrow, we've got plenty of time," you gestured at your boyfriend as you looked at your nephew. "Gonna give uncle Daniel a big goodnight hug?" The toddler in your arms reached for the curly-haired still seated on the sofa as he lovingly took the child in his arms.

"Sweet dreams, tiger. Make sure you'll win from whoever you challenge." Daniel chuckled as he placed a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead before carefully handing him back to you. You smiled at the affectionate gesture and the Australian managed to send those familiar butterflies through your stomach once again.

You put your nephew to bed, making sure he was comfortable and that his stuffed animal was there with him. You traditionally gave him a loving kiss on his rosy cheek, naturally resulting in the sweet boy letting out some enthusiastic giggles. "Good night, fighter." You had smiled before you gently closed the door of the guest room after sending him a hand-blown kiss.

Back in the living room, Daniel had shut off the game console and put on the modern television as a silence filler. He was absently scrolling through his phone, though his mind was still lingering at the meaningful conversation the two of you had started earlier that lovely afternoon.

You encountered the curly-haired cautiously, careful not to frighten him as well as being careful of being overly loud for your nephew to overhear. It rarely took him long to fall asleep, though you definitely wanted to keep him in his dreams.

"Hey, uncle Danny." You chuckled softly as you found a pleasant spot on the sofa on the right side of Daniel, gently letting your head rest on his shoulder and your hand falling on his right thigh. "Hey, sweetheart." He chuckled delightedly as well, placing an intimate kiss on the crown of your head as he instantly turned off his phone. Your eyes wandered off to the television, barely paying attention to what your eyes were observing.

You thought about the insightful comment Daniel had let out earlier that day. You wanted nothing more than a baby, though you still reflected on how you would be able to properly manage the number of times your boyfriend would be away for race weekends and raise a child at the same time. But simultaneously, you wouldn't be the only ones on the grid to set that step in your lives. You would do everything you can to be home a lot at the unfortunate times he wasn't, and you undoubtedly knew the two of you would be able to make it work. Like Daniel said; it had always been you and him against the world, and there was rarely anything you couldn't go up against. Together.

You knew Daniel was aware of your opinion on being too busy to properly raise your child and knew he wouldn't imply such a thing if he wasn't certain it could work out. So, at that moment, you wisely decided it was time. He was ready, he made that clear, and therefore you were, too. You decided you were prepared to go and try for a baby, a little one that you would wonderfully be capable of creating.

"You said you'd like a baby?" You said softly, not taking your eyes off the television. You felt Daniel shift next to you, correctly causing you to feel like he had curiously laid his glittering eyes on your figure. You looked up, your right hand still resting on his thigh, as your eager eyes met his dilated pupils.

"Well, yes," he said, gently caressing your rosy cheek with his strong hand. "I'm certain we could make it work, you know we will," he continued with a smile, one which sent a heatwave down to your stomach once again, your heart melting as you examined his eyes. "Only if you want to, of course."

"I desire nothing rather, Daniel." You smiled as you moved your hand from his thigh to the one that was on your cheek, gently placing it atop his.

"Well, let's get the hell on with it then." He said as you smashed your eager lips onto his. Your heart started beating rapidly out of your chest, experiencing nothing but love for the man in front of you. His gentle touch naturally drove you crazy, getting lost in the divine ecstasy of your delightful intimacy.

You knew that right then, you nothing but wished for one thing; that you would actually be able to fulfil the sincere wish you had progressively developed through the end of your teenage years; being able to bring a child of your own into the world, together with the qualified person you were hopelessly in love with.

Because that is what mattered most; Daniel to be by your side through every pleasant or dreadful moment that would follow next.

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