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chrollohearttags · 6 months
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the ones who love to talk their shit while they’re in it. The cocky motherfuckers who bragged on it because they knew what they were doing. They can’t stare at your beautiful face for too long though or they’d be forced to tap out just as quickly. So he opts put you on all fours and fuck you relentlessly from behind. A hand stationed at the small of your back and another cradling your throat as that heavy ass bounced against his pelvis. Coating those round cheeks with a sheath of baby oil because it made that pretty brown skin of yours look even better. He could stare at it for hours..watching that thickness ripple with each deep stroke. His cock housed inside of you as if it belonged there..never wanting to pull out. And he wouldn’t so long as you kept creaming for him the way you did. “Yeah..you nutting on this shit, huh, baby? Got you creaming all over daddy’s dick. Does it feel good?” Cooing to you with a rhetorical question he already knew the answer to. But he had his response as far as he was concerned when you leaned down to chomp on the pillow in front of you. “Yeah, I know. I know, mama..but you can handle it. You keep fucking me back so you obviously want more. I’ll give you all the dick you want, don’t worry..as much as you can handle..” assuring with a heavy handed slap to your ass before so casually gliding a thumb into that puckering hole. The squelching noise along with your gentle stream of squirt had him ready to give you his load right then but he held his composure a little longer. “Ooh fuck..she’s talking to me now. So wet, I’m barely even staying in it..” but alas, he didn’t wanna pull out. Not when you reached around and grabbed those cheeks to spread them open. “Mmmm….that’s my girl. Show me you know what to do with it. Nobody can take this shit the way you can.” And he’d fill your head and ears with all the encouragement you needed. After all, what were a few words when he could easily back them up?
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eren, gojo, sukuna, onyakopon, aomine, toji, draken, kisaki, taiju, connie + anyone else you’d like to add
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mrsrookhunt · 8 months
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MC: *Muttering* Damn this little bird bitch...
Vil: *Appears* Are you talking about Neige?
MC, staring at the duolingo reminder that's still plaguing them from their home world*
MC:
MC: Yes.
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creation-help · 5 months
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A special kind of intimacy between characters
[Not restricted to romantic dynamics!]
- I tear bread into smaller pieces to feed them to you, as if I am Jesus, or a mother bird. You may view me as a savior but I would kill for you
- Being there for the other person when they're sick - In a gross, disgusting way. Holding them unwaveringly through the wretched and repulsive, unflinchingly. Don't apologise, just survive. I'd do it again.
- You're scary, but I'm scarier. You don't know that yet, but I hope you won't fear me when you do.
- You're scary, and thank God for that. I'm more than happy to close my eyes when you use it on others. I am a coward.
- One character knowing exactly what the other one would really like to ask for, but is too self conscious or selfless to. Thus, they do it and provide, without the other person needing to outright request it. The self conscious character always makes sure the other one knows it's not obligated and they're always free to decline, and the other one nods firmly, knowing that, and still doing it.
- Sitting next to each other at the end of the world. Because it won't be okay. But they've accepted that
- "You destroyed the thing I love and I can't forgive you for it." "I can't forgive myself either." "I still can't hate you despite that." "I can."
- "Please hate me" "No."
- One character understanding when the other is in too low of a state to act like a decent person currently, and so they don't step over those lines that they'd normally tolerate. The first character holds the other one responsible for things later nonetheless, when they're able to actually carry it
- Two characters sharing the negative perceptions and opinions they've had of each other over the years. This can either lead to a realization that, respectfully, out of deep understanding of each other, they decide to not stay in touch with each other again from now on. Or, it can lead to a realization that thanks to this understanding they now have, they're more ready to become closer and have managed to clear the air with this conversation
- Characters of notably different ages talk and reflect on time that has passed between them. They feel a connection over how different their circumstances were. The younger one audibly wishes they could've done or changed something significant, to which the older character pointedly and gently tells them it wasn't their place to. Let us old crooks handle the tough things. (It wasn't your fault you spent formative years like this. I'm sorry you had to)
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I'm going feral at this idea of MC and Leona being at a dinner with some small, rude group that tried to get on Leona's good side by being snobby and leaving no chair for MC. And instead of just grabbing another one for them, Leona sits down, grabs MC's waist, and just yoinks them into his lap and proceeds to eat like this is totally normal.
Bonus points for him feeding MC, too. Just going out of his way to give THEM attention, and make EVERYONE else at that table suuuuper uncomfortable without even saying anything, lol.
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random-imagines-blog · 4 months
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Imagine being Dracula's fourth Bride and trying to seduce and feed on Van Helsing.
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Rather than climb down from the roof that you had landed on, you jump, your fangs retracting and your face going to the pretty one that Dracula had chosen you for. The cobblestone streets felt cold against your bare feet but it was something that you barely noticed as you encroached on the handsome Van Helsing. You offered him your hand. You weren’t offended when he didn’t take it.
“What a little brave fool you are,” You said, tutting at Van Helsing. The man is struggling with a weapon - quite a big one. You didn’t know what it was, but you were sure that you would be darting out of the way when he got it working. “Don’t you know - it is so much easier to be on our side?”
“The side of monsters? Of killers?” He argued, propelling himself backwards with his feet.
“Being a killer of killers still makes you a killer, Van Helsing,” I smiled, matching his pushes with each step. Keeping the same distance, but also readying yourself for flight. “You and I - we could have some fun without some killing, couldn’t we?”
You ran your hand down your body, the thin satin dress that was clinging to it didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Your blood - it could keep me beautiful for you - I would only need just a little taste...”
“I’d hate to see what a big taste looks like if that’s a little one,” He said, as you both heard the yelp of a man being dropped by one of my sister-brides. You chuckled.
“Witty too - I enjoy a laugh.”
“Dinner and a show - I’d be the whole package, but I’m going to have to take a rain check.”
Whatever the weapon was, he got it working, starting to fire out arrows from it. You ran for cover, behind a farmhouse, and only then did you let your wings out. You were far too smart to make yourself a larger target right in front of him with the weapon.
“It’s a date, Van Helsing,” You said, as you flew to your sister’s aid.
Requested by: Anonymous
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autisminfinite · 10 days
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made this in 6 minutes
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volatile-voice · 2 years
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one thing I wish writers on here would understand is that your stories cannot be “character x reader” if you give y/n Eurocentric features. 
I’m Black, and I’ve been pulled out of a story/imagine so many times because the character “carded their fingers through my hair” or I got a “pink tint” to my cheeks. Whenever I read descriptions like that I am no longer y/n; y/n is now a white woman (or man, or nonbinary person- I’m just speaking from my experience as a cis woman). Now I am reading a story about an original female character that is no longer me because I do not fit the box that y/n was written into.
And no, there is no excuse to not use these phrases. You can simply say “character held the back of your neck/head” instead of “character ran their fingers through your hair”. You can say that “y/n felt a blush heating up their cheeks”, but limiting it to color is not necessary. There are so many alternatives. You just have to imagine for a second that the reader doesn’t look like you.
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mattypattypinky · 4 months
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Vector Sleeping / Morning Routine Headcanons ;D!!!
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First of all, one of my favorite headcanons is that he sleep in a waterbed. It would be a clear waterbed.(You can see the water.) He likes it clear so that he can see the water underneath him. He sometimes sloshes it around because he likes the noise, and how the water movement looks.
Given his obvious marine life hyper fixation people have suggested he put fish in the waterbed, but he adamantly disagrees with this idea because if on an off handed circumstance the waterbed happens to pop - (which has happened countless times, as he seems the type to turbo launch / jump onto the bed when he gets on it and sometimes it just pops. He has had multiple water bed replacements.) - He thinks it is a major hazard to the fish in question and he doesn't trust himself to be careful with them in his sleep or when he is getting in bed.
He has a retainer he wears to bed.
He has Asthma and Sleep Apnea. Due to his Sleep Apnea, he'd snore incredibly loud. He's a starfish sleeper. He has a Sleep Apnea mask, but he would be hesitant to wear it/refuse to wear it around people he cares about because it makes him look stupid. It makes him look like a nerd, he'd say.
Sleep Apnea Mask Vector Drawings :)
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( Second art by @the-phony-king-of-england / @fenny-self-ships )
When or if someone sleeps over, he'd stay up a ridiculous amount in attempt to out-stay-up them. He doesn't want them to hear him snoring, or see him wearing it if he decides to put it on.
If he did put the Apnea mask on, he'd think it's a very dangerous game, as he doesn't want anyone to see him wearing that, he'd be worried he would sleep in and they would wake up first. (Seeing him wearing it.) If he doesn't, he'd be loud snoring and would worry he would wake them.
His ideal cuddling position would probably be him sprawled in a starfish position and his partner/friend nuzzled up into his side or next to him. If he was ever to spoon, he'd be little spoon, just saying. He would pretend he could be big spoon, but he just doesn't know how and would genuinely struggle with / not find it comfortable whatsoever. (Plus he would be snoring directly into his partners ear if he were the big spoon.)
He drools in his sleep. I wouldn't say a lot but decent amount, the retainer wouldn't help it.
He'd have his glasses and a glass of water beside his bed. 9x out of ten he'd accidentally knock over the glasses in the morning when trying to grab them- (or spill/shatter the glass of water) causing him to need to either find his glasses on the floor Velma style or clean shattered glass. (His morning would be ruined.)
He's probably a bit of a sleep talker. But he sleeps like a log.
He was probably a bed wetter up into his teens😭 LMAO. He refused to have sleepovers until he was at least 15, and even now he's a little paranoid.
Because he sleeps with a retainer and with his mouth open most nights, he'd wake up incredibly dry mouthed, and he'd desperately drink his bedside water when he wakes up. He'd be so... Loud about it. Like, it'd wake his friend or partner in the morning due to the loud gasping and gulping because he's acting like he just came back from the Sahara Desert. If he chugged it at night he'd have to wake up to piss and it'd probably wake his partner/friend as well due to the waterbed FREAKISHLY wobbling when he gets out of the bed.
When he wakes he probably has a specific morning routine of eating specific breakfast foods. If he doesn't have this specific type of cereal (Probably cocoa puffs or lucky charms) with this specific drink (Probably orange juice or iced peach tea.) his morning is ruined. He'd probably eat his breakfast while watching his tv in the living room. His little self sitting in the center of the couch spoon feeding himself a bowl full of cereal.
He seems like a morning shower person, not an evening shower person. He'd sing in the shower, and he doesn't know the words to the songs he's singing properly, and he's incredibly tone deaf - so it's terrible. He'd be the type of person to use very specific body wash and shampoo, if he doesn't have a specific brand he gets annoyed and doesn't like the smell. (He's big on body hygiene, I like to headcanon he is slightly a germophobe - As a majority of his fortress looks spotless and clean, and he has several soaps.) He probably has a roomba and he treats it like a dog.
He stays up really late, and sleeps in until 11:30 AM ish. He hates waking up early, and he hates having to set alarms for thing's. If he has to wake up early he'll wake up in a god awful mood and he won't speak until 10 in the morning. If you try to talk to him during this period, he'll groan and grunt, like a immature child.
His retainer would give him a lisp.
He'd probably wear custom made orange flannel - Button up, and have a custom embroidered V on it. He'd prefer flannel to silk as he doesn't like the texture of silk.
Sometimes he goes on morning tangents about his pajamas looking way different than his warm up suit - (But they actually look QUITE similar) and nobody has the heart to tell him.
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metawhorephosiss · 1 year
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logan - you look so angelic when you sleep
lana - i could kill you if i want to
logan - *smiles lovingly* i know
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necromancer-4-hire · 10 months
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Legacy of Kain: What they’re like as uncles.
A couple years back I made post like this but of course after I deleted my account I lost everything. Hope you enjoy.
Raziel
That cool uncle that’s like your second dad but gets whatever you want for your birthday. His affection is always available especially if you need a shoulder to cry on. Attends all your events; birthdays, graduation, surgeries, sports etc. Will pay for your school no matter how long you take.
Turel
That stubborn uncle that calls you “little creep” and tells you not to touch his things. Your pretty sure he hates you until the day your in a tough spot and he bails you out. You’ll get a stern lecture but he won’t snitch.
Dumah
An uncle that likes to play fight and buy tickets to games or Monster truck events. (I can just see him liking Monster Jam) Will knock out anyone that’s bothering or giving you a hard time.
Rahab
The uncle that helps you with homework. Need to pass an exam; he’s there all week. Need to learn spanish, or french; he knows many languages. Will call at the end of the day to see how you did. If you passed great; even if you don’t he’ll encourage you to keep trying. Very supportive.
Zephon
That uncle that your parents try to keep you away from. Watches horror movies of all kinds and calls in favors to buddies if you need help. Parking ticket? “I’ll call my friend who can help you out with that.” Got caught stealing or doing graffiti? Bail you out no problem and no questions asked. Except no murder; that’s his job.
Melchiah:
The uncle that’s always there. He doesn’t say much but he always has an open ear to your problems and can offer any advice if asked. Has your back through thick and thin. Need to talk to someone in the middle of the night; he’s there. Stranded without gas; he’s there. Forgot your wallet; he’s there.
Kain: Uncle/Grandfather
That one relative you hardly see but you know he exists. Sends gift cards or cash in a card with a blood written greeting. Actually gifts you with what you need or like. Kain’s not one for pretending. When you do see him you’ll get a hair ruffle or hand on the shoulder. Your nickname may even be, numbskull. Take it or leave it he couldn’t care less.
Bonus:
Janos: Uncle/ Grandfather
The relative you need to build an alter for. Janos is affectionate and understanding. Visits usually last for a few days if time permits; he enjoys your company. Will knit sweaters for you in the winter. Janos has wisdom to last a lifetime so he is honored when you ask him advice.
Vorador: Uncle
Mansion uncle; you need a place to stay? Make yourself at home. If your a girl he’ll send you with his brides to shop. If your a male he’ll keep you around to spar or show you the art of blacksmithing and tell you his tales. When your not at the mansion he’s that one uncle that looks like he’s always frowning; given his history who can blame him? On the bright side he’s always in the mood for provocative humor; will occasionally joke that his nipples are pierced.
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I was wondering if you could do a game of thrones preferences of the reacting to you having a miscarriage. I know this could be triggering so you don't have to do it.
Thank you for the request lovely. I hope that this finds you well.  
Jaime - Jaime would blame himself for what happened. No matter how much you reassure him that he was not responsible, he would still blame himself for what happened to you. In his mind it would be about his inability to protect you. He would stay by your side every waking moment after that. He would never let you go anywhere alone, afraid that something else might happen to you. When he finally does confront the reality that you lost your baby he would break down in tears, laying in your arms as you both cry for hours. 
Sandor - Sandor would show no emotion about the event but he would be secretly broken hearted. At first you’d be really angry that it seems like he doesn’t care but in the end it’s just because he doesn’t show emotions very well. In reality he would be so upset. When you’d first told him you were pregnant he was terrified to be a father. However he would grow to love your unborn baby and he would find more confidence in himself as a future father only to have it all taken away by tragedy. It would completely break his heart. 
Petyr - Petyr would be confused as to what happened. Petyr Baelish is the kind of man who needs to be in control of his surroundings. He wants to know what’s going on so his way of coping with the information is to try and figure out what happened. He would read up on miscarriages and how they can happen just to see if there’s some kind of explanation for how it could have happened. In the end, he makes peace with the fact that it has happened and it can’t be reversed. Then he’d be there for you until you both begin to heal. 
Jon - Jon would be totally numb after hearing the news. Jon would very fully go through all the steps of the grieving process except at the end isn’t acceptance. It’s numbness. He wouldn’t know what to do or say to help you. He would just be at a total loss. He would feel lonely because he would feel like the only person who understands his pain is you and he’s afraid to be with you because he doesn’t have any idea how to help comfort you. He would completely isolate and spend a lot of time alone until he starts feeling like himself again. 
Robb - Robb would be a mess. He would be completely broken over what happened. To Robb, the idea of having a child with you is the peak of his love for you. So when you tell him that you’ve miscarried it breaks his absolute heart. He wanted nothing more than to bring a child into the world with you and when he learns you’ve lost that, he is in pieces. He would cry for a good long while, allowing himself the time to recover. Once he’s had his moment he is by your side, telling you how sorry he is and how much he loves you no matter what.
Tywin - Tywin would be shocked but he would maintain his composure. Tywin is a planner. He likes to have a plan for the future, including the future of your child. When you lose your child he switches from being in the mode of planning for your baby to nothing very suddenly. Being so practical he would suddenly start planning for what to do now that you’ve lost your child. It’s just his way of coping with the hardship, not knowing any other way to help than to use his logic and good sense to try and straighten things out.
Bronn - Bronn would be in absolute shock when you tell him. For Bronn the idea of being a father was a scary enough thought all on its own. It would take him a while to become comfortable with the idea that he was really going to be a father. However, eventually he does come around and he even gets excited about the prospect. So when you tell him that you lost the baby it is like everything comes to a screeching halt for him. He doesn’t know how to react, what to say or do. He’s at a total loss for words until he comes back to reality. 
Jorah - Jorah would be downright nauseous when you tell him. He would immediately hug you, telling you how sorry he is and how he wishes that he could change things. He would go through a roller coaster of emotions throughout the process. At times he would be overflowing with love for you. During other times he would be inconsolably depressed. Sometimes he would be so angry at the world. Other times he would be filled with anxiety at the prospect of something else happening. He would be a mess. 
Ramsay - Ramsay would immediately think someone did something to make you miscarry. He would be furious, demanding to know who hurt you to make something so awful happen. When you tell him that it’s nobody’s fault, that it just happened, he would be confused. However he would stay more angry than anything. Angry at himself for not protecting you, angry at the world, angry at the gods. Eventually he would see you cry over the loss and that would be what brings him back to reality when he comes to comfort you. 
Stannis - Stannis would be by your side at all times. As soon as you tell him, his thoughts would be with you from that very first moment. Making sure that you aren’t too badly hurt, comforting you, getting you anything you need to help you make the transition. You are the love of his life and he would want you to be well taken care of after something so traumatic. Once he knows you’re okay he would allow himself a moment in private to mourn but he would recover fairly quickly for your sake. No matter what, he wants you taken care of. 
Oberyn - Oberyn would be devastated. Oberyn loves you with all of his heart and he would want a child with you more than anything so when you tell him that you miscarried he would be really disappointed. He would want to be by your side all the time, offering anything that he can to comfort you. I think that as much as he is saddened by it he knows that you’re feeling worse and he wants to be there for you as much as he possibly can. He would spoil and pamper you endlessly just for a chance to see you smile at him again. 
Sansa - Sansa would turn to her spirituality. She would be so broken up without knowing anything to do other than to pray. She would think about what her mother and father would do if they were in her place and that leads her to the old weirwood tree at Winterfell. She would pray to the old gods for strength and guidance and the ability to take care of you in your time of need. It would be the only thing, other than you, to bring her comfort about what happened. She would pray over you every night as well to help you feel at peace. 
Dany - Dany would want to try to fix things to the best of her ability after you tell her. She would want to make you feel better as well as herself. She would bring you anything you could possibly need or want to help cheer you up. She’d tell you stories, sing songs, laugh with you. All to make you feel better about what happened. However she knows first hand that it isn’t that simple. You need time to mourn. Eventually you would tell her that by asking for some time to grieve and she would join you, taking time to mourn your baby.
Brienne - Brienne would bury herself in work when you tell her about what has happened. She would be really sad and the two of you would spend some time alone together, crying and just feeling your feelings. Eventually though she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore and she would make up some excuse about work. She would dive head first into some random project so that she has something to do to make her feel like she’s being useful. She would feel so helpless that she would want to do something she’s good at to do meanwhile.
Margaery - Margaery would be very panicked when you tell her that you miscarried. She would immediately be on ultra alert mode. She would be scared that you would get hurt again. She would be terrified that the process hurt you. She would constantly check up on you to ask you if you’re hurting or if you need anything. Everything would make her jump after she hears the news, simply unable to cope with the stress of day to day life. She wouldn’t know what to do with herself and she wouldn’t know how to comfort you either.
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chrollohearttags · 8 months
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listen, listen…I know we love our filth over here but this thought would not leave me so I shall share 🥹🥹 but the men who pray over you. Not necessarily in a religious sense or anything but the kind that are so thankful you’re in their lives, they just have to show gratitude for it. They’ve never been much into church or even believed in a higher being, honestly, they despised talks of anything of the sorts but once they met you, they knew it was just more than mere coincidence. After all, it were as if you made especially for them..their other half, the missing puzzle piece to their heart and the love of their life. It’s as if you guys are so perfect for each other, there’s no way someone or something in the universe didn’t work overtime to create you. To make you in their image..when you’re asleep beside him at night, he can’t help but thank whoever’s up there listening for sending you to him and he talks to them, asking that you never leave him. So every time they get the chance to hold you, kiss you, make love, trace their fingers over your entire body because you resemble that of a fine work of art or even hold his hand..
he can’t help but feel like he’s in heaven on earth and that angels truly do exist.
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reiner, armin, erwin, miche, rengoku, gyomei, levi, eren, ony, bruno, abba, nanami, gojo, phinks + anyone else you can think of.
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mrsrookhunt · 9 months
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What to Expect When Your Lab Experiment Drinks Formula
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PART TWO, PART THREE
A continuation (Mini fic Ver.) fic of what I made for Rook, HERE
| Synop.: You and your lab partner make a mistake in your potion, one that comes out looking strangely like it's related to you.. |
Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Floyd Leech, Sebek Zigvolt, (Rook Hunt) x MC
Warnings: Suggestive (Floyd), Angst (Sebek), implied light manipulation (Malleus)
Scroll Farther Alert! There's a narration cut for the second part of each fic after the first portion. Don't miss it! Each ends with fluff. Sebek's is long, fair warning.
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You're trying to make a simple transformation potion, aging up a tadpole to a frog, when you add the wrong ingredient, and use one drop too many on the poor tadpole. The result is a child that looks eerily like the two of you...
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Azul Ashengrotto
"Holy-- great sevens, Azul, is that a child??"
He holds it up a foot away from him, equally baffled.
"Don't ask me! You're the one who insisted on using the wrong ingredients!"
"You were the one who picked those--"
"WAHHHHHH--" The baby flails its arms and fusses at your petty squabbles.
You turn your attention back to the small creature, looking disoriented from being held so far away from any solid ground.
Azul's watching too, as the child seems to scold you both with an oddly knowing glare that could kill.
You've seen that glare before--
"Azul, am I crazy, or does that thing look like you??"
"Weh." It motions towards you as Azul looks over it.
"Gracious, so it does. And it looks like you too. Look at its' nose and eyes."
You come closer to look, but the baby seems intent on having you hold it, squirming out of Azul's hands.
"Ahem, I believe the little one wants you--"
He pushes the wiggly baby into your arms, taking the moment to reposition his glasses, which had slid down with nervous sweat.
"I'll go talk to professor Crewel, there is undoubtedly something he can do about this."
Malleus Draconia
"Child of man! What is that you're holding?"
"Um... it was supposed to be a frog...."
Malleus takes it from you, holding it cautiously. The little baby he holds has soft black hair, slit-pupiled eyes the same color as yours, and suspiciously familiar shorter horns. It coos at him and motions to his horns with curious, grabby hands.
"Whatever we did, we must have touched it at the same time, Tsunotarou... Because it looks like a mix of both of us."
He puts it on the back of his neck with his arms up to support the chubby infant as it grabs at his horns.
"Hm. It's quite cute, Child of man. We can keep it in Diasomnia if Ramshackle doesn't have the capacity to care for it."
You stare on in disbelief.
"It's... its a frog with a transformation potion... we can't keep it, Malleus!"
He frowns, taking the infant down from his shoulders and cradling the small bundle to his chest.
"The potion had birch seed in it. The transformation is permanent; so I don't see a reason to get rid of it."
Malleus smiles, tickling its chubby cheeks.
"There's no way it's totally permane-- Wait. Didn't you have me add some of those ingredients? Did you know this would happen?"
Malleus is suspiciously silent.
"Malleu--"
"I'll go ask professor Crewel if there's a reversal." He sighs, handing the baby to you and moping all the way to the desk.
Lilia Vanrouge
"If you wanted a baby, precious, you could've just asked--"
You nearly slap him. So cocky, when there's a baby that looks suspiciously like you and Lilia on the table where a grown frog should be.
"Sevens, Lilia, this is not the time--"
He chuckles.
"In my defense, I told you not to use a sprig of pine."
You splutter, lost for words and flustered. The baby certainly seems to share Lilia's sense of humor, giggling mischievously at your flustered expression.
You pick it up before Lilia can, determined to barge straight into professor Crewel's office if you had to to get an answer on what this thing was.
"Heh, MC, the baby's smiling at you--" Lilia calls from a distance. You look down and find that the baby is indeed wholeheartedly excited that you're paying it attention, reaching its chubby arms up to feel your face and grab your nose.
"Aww.. so cute," You whisper, blowing a stray breath into its face for amusement.
"I heard that!" Lilia shouts from the table. "Don't go getting too attached now. I'm not raising another child, darling."
"Shush! I'm taking it to the professor right now, you have nothing to worry about."
Floyd Leech
"SHRIMPY, CAN WE KEEP IT---"
Floyd is whirling the baby around in excited twirls.
It's a very cute moment, but you're still baffled at the little creature's existence-- since it very much didn't exist about 10 seconds ago.
"Floyd, I'm pretty sure that's just an oversized tadpole..."
He stops in mock offense, thrusting the baby into your face.
"Does this look like a tadpole to you?? Unless you're suggesting that we both look like tadpoles, in which case, I'm taking offense because this baby looks like us."
He puts it down to play with its tiny legs.
"Look, shrimpy! It's going for a walk--" He pauses to think. "A sky walk!!" And continues to make the little one's legs 'walk'.
While Floyd is busy making baby noises to amuse the child, you're panicking. This potion had birch seed-- an ingredient known to make transformation potions permanent, if you remembered correctly.
"Floyd, c'mon, give it here, we need to take this to profess--"
"NOO we'll keep it!!!" Floyd holds the baby tight to his chest. "It's wayyy too cute!"
You pry the baby from him reluctantly.
"We cannot just keep a child, Floyd, it's not an animal--"
"If you take this one I'm just gonna make another one!!" He cries, moving to grab another tadpole from the tank.
"NO NO NO NO FLOYD--"
"Well don't take my little sea-star then!!"
You sigh.
"I'm almost 100% sure this is permanent anyway, but neither of us are in a position to care for this baby. We might as well take it to the professors and see if they can do something. We can't just hide the fact that we accidentally made a baby for our final project anyway---"
He mutters something about 'could've made a baby other ways, but it had to be the boring way', but allows you to go with the little one, who coos in your ear.
You hear a clatter.
"GET YOUR HAND OUT OF THE TADPOLE TANK, FLOYD--"
Sebek Zigvolt
"Human, explain. Explain----"
The baby bites his finger, which apparently was pointing at it too close for its liking.
"Ouch--! What do you think you're doing, little tyke? Do you think that just because you're an infant that you have an excuse to bite a retainer of the great Waka-sama??"
The baby looks blankly at him.
"You can't scold a baby, Sebek." You scoffed, bouncing the child on your hip.
"Fine! But you still have to explain why this child has my hair and eyes and....-- isn't that your nose?" He looks momentarily horrified as he comes to the conclusion you came to minutes earlier.
"Oh NO NO NO NO MC THAT IS NOT OUR CHILD, TELL ME THAT CREATURE ISN'T OURS--"
"For goodness sake Sebek you're shouting right in our baby's ear--"
"'OUR'?? THAT IS NOT 'OUR' ANYTHING, THAT IS YOUR POTIONOLOGY MISTAKE AND NOTHING MORE--"
He's babbling nearly incoherently at this point, and you have to stop the baby from attempting to bite him again out of what you can only assume is annoyance.
"...I would NEVER have a child with a lowly, magicless human, this CANNOT get out---"
"waah...wEHHHHHHHH"
Sebek stops talking for a moment, ears ringing.
You, too, are shocked.
"Sebek.. if it's not your child then I have ANOTHER auditory atrocity of a person to avoid on this planet."
"..."
"I'm taking it to professor Crewel."
"I think that's wise."
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Azul Ashengrotto
"Are... you ok, Azul? You've been staring into space for a... ahem, awhile."
The baby crawls around the the VIP Room of Mostro Lounge, bumping into walls. You suspect it may need glasses.
Surprisingly, the baby seems well-tempered, unless you have the misfortune of holding it the wrong way or otherwise inconveniencing it, to which it seems highly irritated.
However, it was one 'just like your father' comment that sent the already figity Azul into an unresponsive state.
"Was, um.. was that too soon?" You ask tentatively.
"..Yes.. yes, I think it was." He responds distantly.
"Azul, it's gonna be ok. We'll figure it out." You get up from the floor to hold his hand.
He meets your gaze, eyes sharp and calculating.
"Yes, of course we'll be fine, how could we not be? Finances are no issue and we could always hire a babysitter and.... well, it's not that. It's just a lot to take in."
"Today's been wild," You agree softly, gently picking up the baby to put it in his lap. "But I'm here for you."
You lean down to the baby's level.
"We're here for you, little one."
Malleus Draconia
"I still CANNOT believe you knew, Malleus--"
You're still squabbling with him pointlessly, even though the damage is already done. You can honestly say you've well warmed up to the baby, and Malleus seems to be doing worse than you on the details, having apparently very little idea how to care for a child other than playing with it.
"I'm sorry, Child of Man. I didn't know it was permanent," He insists calmly, but you don't quite believe that.
You sigh. He can act clueless as long as he'd like, but the overly exuberant smile on his face while interacting with your child says more than words.
He picked up the baby and put it down on his bed, already having sewn little, special pillows for the baby to sleep comfortably with its horns.
"You better be a good dad, you hear me?" You say, less threatening that you thought it would come out.
He beckons you over to the bed to lay down next to your baby.
"I will, Child of Man, I promise."
Lilia Vanrouge
You knock on his dorm room door, baby on your hip.
"So..um.. bad news, Lilia... it's perman-- Are you having a party?"
He shoos out at least 10 members of Diasomnia.
"I know, dear. Unfortunately I didn't realize what you had done in time to stop you. So I was having a little 'last moments of freedom party'. How sad, and Silver was essentially all grown up now.. Well, what's another 16 years?"
You're speechless. You had kind of forgotten that he was Silver's adoptive father.
"I'm... sorry, Lilia, I should've payed closer attention to the instructions and I screwed up--"
"Hush, it's fine. It's not the end of the world."
He takes the baby from you.
"I already brought in an old cradle and some food for our little one, see?"
He points out an old wooden crib next to his bed.
"Wow... you're.. so prepared, and I haven't even thought about that stuff.."
He smiled at you, nuzzling the baby's cheek a few times simultaneously.
"I'll admit, it got me a little excited. I didn't think an old man like myself would get the chance to raise a child of my own flesh and blood. But never say never, I suppose. You have nothing to worry about, precious. What you don't know, I have already experienced."
"...Thank you for being so understanding, Lilia."
"Of course, dear, after all, we're a family now."
Bonus the one stipulation is that you will not and will not ever share the cooking duties with him. Silver makes you swear by it to avoid his own childhood traumas for his younger siblings.
Floyd Leech
You brace yourself for the inevitable flurry of excitement before knocking on Floyd's door.
"WHERE'S MY LITTLE SEA STARRRRRR~~~~" You hear from the other side of the door before the door flies open. You hand the baby off to Floyd, who's more than ecstatic.
"It's permanent," you sigh, hoping he's listening. "We have to take care of the baby now--"
"WheeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE" Floyd runs back and forth across the small room with the child, making faces all the while.
"Floyd!" You scold, finally breaking his stride.
"Ehh? I hear you, shrimpy, how can I not? It's ok, I have a plan. We'll love this baby with our whole hearts!"
"...That's the plan?"
"I spent two hours thinking of it, do you like it?"
"That child cannot stay here," A smooth voice cuts in. "This room is much too small for the two of us, let alone a third."
"Oh, hey Jade, didn't see ya come in," Floyd remarks casually. "And obviously I've thought of that. The baby will live in Ramshackle, because there's more space. It just needs some touch ups to be babyproof, is all."
"Touch-ups? It needs a whole remodel."
Floyd grins.
"Got an idea, shrimpy. Transfer to Octavinelle! Then the baby can share a room with you and we'll all be nearby!"
"Oh forget it, I'm asking Crowley to help me improve Ramshackle. Until then, you'll have to deal with the living arrangements." You put your hands on your hips and give Jade a look that means you'll raise hell if he doesn't agree to you and Floyd's half-baked plans.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt, so long as it was temporary."
"YESSSSS!!!!!"
Floyd's excitement leads to him jumping on you.
"D'ya hear that, Shrimpy? That means you can stay here too. And we'll be one big happy family."
Sebek Zigvolt
"Sebek?" You gently knock on his door, after having been told he'd been doing nothing but pacing around all evening.
"Sebek," you call again, a bit louder.
The door swings open violently.
"What?? Who dare disturb my-- oh. Human." He ushers you into his room swiftly.
"You still have the child? When does it leave?" He asked quickly.
"It doesn't," You said bluntly, putting down the freshly bathed and swaddled bundle onto his bed.
"Don't touch----! Ugh.. Besides... What do you mean, 'it doesn't'? It's leaving, I will not have that thing associated with the Zigvolt name just because of some lowly human's stupid mistakes!"
If you weren't so exhausted, you would be shouting at a decibel rivaling his own.
"Sevens, Sebek, it's permanent, no way around it. I can't go back in time and change this-! You were the one reading off the ingredients anyway, how dare you blame this on me?" You challenge.
"Ah-ahh.. Well, why didn't you check yourself?? Do I need to do everything for you!?" He crossed his arms.
"No, but you do need to do your task, and competently!"
That seemed to shut him up.
"W-whatever. I cannot be a proper retainer to--"
"Fine. Then don't raise the baby at all, I'll take care of it. I never said you had to involved."
"...I.. Human, I didn't say that." His tone seems to soften. You know he's got the weight of the world on his shoulders in his mind but you still find it hard to excuse his poor behavior.
He sits down next to the baby, picking it up at arms length.
"It's cute, just a bit. But I pity it.. it has even less faerie blood than me."
"Is that the heart of this?" You question gently, knowing it's a sore subject.
"Yes, I suppose so.."
"Sebek. Your heritage doesn't define you, and it won't define our child. You are an amazing, devoted person, and you've worked hard to be the person you are, and that's really all that matters. You have no reason to be upset, or worried. We can make this work, I promise. And I promise that I'll there to help you get through this. That is, if you're willing to."
He sighs, taking your hand.
"I fear I am diluting my sullied bloodline more than it already is. The Zigvolt family works with the royal family as their right-hand consults and guards. It's been that way for generations. But who would want a fae so adulterated with human genetics by their side?"
"I don't think that's true. If you really think that's the case, then why is Silver allowed to train as a protector as well? Malleus and Lilia are equally respectful of you both. You don't have to give up your family's title and honor just because of this."
He stiffens, a proud smile on his face.
"You are right, human! I shall not let this get the best of me. I will raise my child to be as dutiful as me!"
You laugh, relieved that he's warming up to the idea of having a family.
You kiss him on the forehead, giving him a hug that encompasses the baby in the middle.
"I'll work hard at being a good father, I swear on it."
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You pass away during childbirth - DGM
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Pipe Dreams
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CW: toxic relationship (neglect, gaslighting), mental breakdowns, name calling, curse words
You should have seen it coming. A man like him would never have time for the likes of you. While you craved a steady stream of affection, he merely wished for a peace of mind, and he supposed he did find it.
But slowly it became clear, you were a lot. Always asking him to stay longer, reduce his hours, anything that would impede on his success. It was only fair that he got something in return.
Thus, began a vicious cycle. Every other day would be another breakdown, keeping your volume to a minimum since he had an early start tomorrow. Noticing your red and puffy eyes, he'd make a mental note to send you flowers, but always made it clear that he just happened to have money laying around and if you knew best, you'd do well letting it stay that way. It would continue like this, small acts of kindness acting as fuel to keep going, but eventually you got tired.
Tired of the lonely dinners, cold sheets and constant excuses on his behalf. Your loved ones were worried, repeatedly telling you to leave but you ignored them in hopes of repairing what couldn't be.
One day, you gathered the courage to make something clear to him. After yet another scandal, you asked him to choose.
"The door is always open. Treat me like I deserve or go find some other bitch to put up with you."
"Bet. The next bitch crazy enough to stay with me better have her shit sorted, cause I will not be caught dead cleaning up after your sorry self."
"Bet. Get the hell out of my house before I show you just how crazy I am."
And just like that, it was done. Dinner, the first in forever that you had together, was ruined by him packing an overnight bag in your shared room as you furiously rubbed at your eyes. Ever so courteous, he blew a kiss before exiting out your life forever, closing the door behind with an audible SLAM.
Now, in the silence of the room, the realisation hit you full force. You were never his forever home... Just an extended stay in what he saw as some cheap holiday house. You hoped he'd find his peace elsewhere because you had lost yours the moment you guys met.
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A/n: I forgot this was in my drafts 😅 Wrote this when I was in a really sh*tty mood but here I am, having a great day editing something that I'll probably cringe at later. Nonetheless, enjoy.
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