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Rafayel x wife! Reader || Imagine

"Sunset Love and Baby Kisses"

"I carried you for nine whole months... nine whole months," you teased, holding your baby gently across your chest. Your tone was playfully dramatic as you admired them, their small, round face looking up at you with wide, curious eyes. “And you dare come out looking exactly like your daddy?”

Your baby girl responded with a laugh, her little hands reaching up in a wobbly attempt to grab your face. You couldn’t help but laugh too, your heart filling with a warmth so deep it nearly overwhelmed you.

“Not even a single ounce of me anywhere... no, you just had to come out with blue eyes and all,” you said, shaking your head in mock disappointment as she continued her giggly attempts to capture a strand of your hair. You let out a soft sigh, watching her with an expression somewhere between amusement and awe.

“Gods, you’re even bratty? Did you get anything from me at all? At least show me you got something out of me, will you?”

Your baby answered with an enthusiastic smile, her little hands gripping onto your shirt before leaning forward. Suddenly, she pressed her mouth against your cheek, showering you with slobbery "kisses." You burst into laughter, unable to contain the joy bubbling inside you.

“Okay, okay, maybe you got my love instead,” you said between giggles, wiping the drool from your cheek.

As the laughter faded, you took a moment to breathe in the world around you. The beach stretched out in all directions, the sand soft and warm beneath your feet. The sunset had turned the sky into a brilliant display of color—golden hues melting into pinks, purples, and deep oranges. The waves rolled in lazily, their gentle rhythm lapping against the shore, a soft hum against the peaceful evening. A light breeze carried the scent of saltwater, filling the air with freshness as it brushed against your skin.

You held your baby a little closer, feeling her heartbeat thrum softly against your chest. The sun, low on the horizon, cast a soft glow over everything, painting the scene with an almost dreamlike quality. It was a perfect evening, one of those rare moments where everything felt right—just you, your babygirl, and the endless beauty of the world around you.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the tranquil sound of the waves.

“Well, speak of the man himself.”

You turned and saw Rafayel walking towards you, the sunset casting a golden light over his features. His messy hair caught the breeze, and his grin—the same grin you’d seen a million times—was filled with that playful, cocky confidence you loved and sometimes pretended to be annoyed by. His eyes, however, softened the moment they landed on you and the baby, a tenderness lingering there that he reserved just for you.

Rafayel knelt down beside you, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His thumb lingered on your cheek as he looked down at the baby with a smirk.

"What’s this I’m hearing about you being jealous of me?” he teased, his voice low and warm.

You raised an eyebrow, flashing him a mock glare as you adjusted your hold on the baby. “Please. I was just explaining how our child came out looking exactly like you. Nine months of carrying them, and what do I get? Nothing but your child like brattiness and your blue eyes in return."

Rafayel chuckled, a sound that blended into the soft crash of the waves. He leaned down to kiss the top of your baby’s head before glancing up at you with that same mischievous glint in his eyes.

“And? Is that really so bad?” he said, his tone playful but filled with affection.

You rolled your eyes but smiled as the baby reached for his hand, their tiny fingers gripping his with the same tenacity they had moments ago when grabbing your hair. Rafayel’s gaze softened even further as he admired them, the pride and love in his eyes unmistakable.

“I guess you’re right about that,” you said, your smile widening as you watched the two of them together. “But just know, if she grows up with your attitude, you can deal with it.”

Rafayel laughed, the sound rich and lighthearted as he leaned closer, his arm sliding around your shoulders. The three of you sat together as the sun continued its descent, bathing everything in the soft, fading light of the evening.

And in that perfect moment, with the breeze, the sunset, and the gentle rhythm of the waves, you realized there was nowhere else you’d rather be. Your little family, wrapped in warmth and love, was all you needed.

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bloomsunflower28 · 1 day ago

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I've often shared scenarios where your baby with one of the lads men is already a toddler—running around, being cute, and loving you, calling you "momma" , "mommy", while also becoming the most adorable part of your life, making you wish for two or more with your husband.

But what about scenarios when you're pregnant? ...already 6 to 7 months with a heavily noticeable bump?

Like Zayne, for example.... I deeply believe this man would care for your well-being with all his heart, focusing on ensuring that you’re resting properly and eating just the right amounts, all to keep the baby as healthy as possible. You’d find him quietly monitoring every meal, planning each one with the utmost precision, and even researching the best ways to support you. His calm attention to detail would bring you such a sense of peace, knowing he’s there for you every step of the way.

And then there’s Sylus, who simply wouldn’t allow you to lift a finger in the household. Yes, he knows you value your independence, that you’re certainly not bedridden—but his protective instincts refuse to let even the smallest chance of strain come your way. You might try to argue, but Sylus would only give you a stern look, insisting he handle everything, his love as fierce as it is gentle.

With Xavier, you’d find him spoiling you with homemade sweets and baked treats, indulgently catering to every craving. From pastries to confections, he’d spend hours perfecting each recipe, bringing you joy with every little treat he creates. His quiet care, his patience, would make each bite a reminder of how he’s always there, supporting you through even the smallest desires.

And then there’s Rafayel, who would whisk you away for moments of relaxation by the sea. Taking your hand, he’d lead you to feel the cool waves beneath your feet, letting the breeze ease any tension. His easygoing nature would lift your spirits, wrapping you in a sense of freedom and calm, making you feel cherished in the most effortless way.

All scenarios are possibly one of the most adorable things I could imagine with em doin and its sum I would never let go til the day I die

Consui unedited thots

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bloomsunflower28 · 1 day ago

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Sylus x wife! reader || Halloween ||

"Crow Onesie"

Note: sum quick, u can pop in ur mouth like a skittle...

So, Halloween is obviously around the corner, which means it's time to hand out candy to the kids and maybe do some dress-to-impress with your beloved. But you know, one thing I’ve been thinking about is how we would dress up our baby, who hasn’t even reached a year old yet, with Sylus…

Just imagine for a second—we could be dressing our baby in all kinds of cute costumes for pictures, to keep in an album for treasured memories to look at when they’re grown and ready to head out on their own.

But there’s one particular outfit that leaves you in shambles....—your chubby, plush baby dressed as the most adorable crow you’ve ever laid eyes on.

The crow onesie is beyond adorable—it's soft and fluffy, made from the kind of fabric you just want to snuggle into. The tiny wings on the sides flap slightly as your baby moves, and the hood, complete with a little beak, sits atop their head, making them look impossibly cute. The black feathers aren’t real, of course, but they’re so plush and cozy that it only adds to the charm. You can’t help but smile at how your baby giggles, completely unaware of how perfect they look.

But the real magic happens when you convince Sylus to match. He grumbles playfully at first, but when he sees your face light up at the idea, he can’t resist. Soon enough, Sylus is in a matching crow onesie, towering over your tiny baby in his oversized costume. The sight of him, the usually cool and composed Sylus, now dressed up to match your baby, has you laughing harder than you have in ages.

You grab the camera and have him hold your baby close, posing for the sweetest picture. Sylus gazes down at the baby with an expression that’s a mixture of amusement and pure adoration, his heart clearly as full as yours.

You snap a few photos, unable to stop smiling at how precious they both look.

And then, before you can put the camera down, Sylus reaches out to you.

"Come on, Darlin' You’re not getting out of this," he says with a grin, pulling you into the frame.

You laugh, shaking your head, but his hand is already pulling you in. “You know I cant say no to you!" you giggle, slipping into your own matching crow outfit.

He grins, clearly pleased, as the three of you huddle together for one last photo. "Perfect," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead just as the camera clicks, you know this moment will be one you’ll cherish forever, a memory perfectly captured of the three of you in your fluffy crow onesies, laughing, posing, and simply being happy together.

What's gonna be ur go-to outfit?

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bloomsunflower28 · 1 day ago

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Luke & Kieran/ Sylus x wife! Reader || Imagine ||

"One last game!"

Note: not as polished as I would like but I did always imagined how these two would be like around their boss kid? -

The evening was coming to a close, and the house, bathed in a soft, warm glow, looked like it had been hit by a miniature hurricane. Pink toys—plushies, blocks, glittery shoes—were scattered haphazardly across the living room floor, the remnants of what had once been an innocent evening of fun. Now, the peaceful warmth of the home had been overtaken by a growing sense of chaos as frantic footsteps reverberated through the hallways.

Luke and Kieran were in full-blown panic mode, tearing through the house. They tossed pillows, peeked under tables, and flung open every door, desperately searching for a toddler who had seemingly vanished without a trace.

“You can trust us with the kid, we said! Nothing bad will happen, we said!” Kieran muttered bitterly, lifting a cushion and glancing under the couch. “And now look! Thirty minutes of searching, and she’s gone! GONE!” His voice cracked as he threw the cushion across the room in frustration.

Luke, visibly rattled but trying to maintain some semblance of calm, walked over to Kieran. “Come on, she couldn’t have gotten that far, right? I mean, her legs are tiny! Point A to point B takes her forever.”

Kieran, still crouched on the floor, slowly rose and stared at Luke, incredulous. “Yeah, and you remember how fast she moved when she took Mephisto on that ‘plane ride’ with her plushies? Thought the bird was too slow to fly?”

Luke folded his arms, trying to look nonchalant but clearly feeling the pressure. “Okay, yeah. And your point?”

“My point is... the kid can run.”

“Oh, that’s just perfect,” Luke groaned dramatically, flopping onto the floor in complete defeat. “None of this would’ve happened if someone hadn’t suggested one ‘finaaaal’ game with the boss’s kid. One minute she’s here, and the next—POOF! Gone. With a trail of glitter.”

Kieran stared at Luke in disbelief. Even though they were both wearing masks, Luke could feel the heat of Kieran’s glare. “Wait—are you seriously blaming me for this?”

“Who else?”

Kieran threw his hands up. “Who else? Uh, who was it that thought party cans were a great ‘welcome back’ surprise for the boss and his wife, huh?”

“Well, it was either that or hide-and-seek, and you—”

Before Luke could finish his retort, they both froze. A burst of giggles echoed from upstairs, followed by the unmistakable click of a door locking. They stared at each other, wide-eyed.

“How… how did she get upstairs!?” Luke whispered in disbelief, his voice shaky.

Without a word, they both bolted toward the staircase, skidding to a halt at the sight of the baby gate, now hanging loosely by its hinges. It was tilted precariously, as if it had been outwitted by the most cunning toddler alive.

“Oh, she’s smart—” Luke began, but Kieran cut him off with a sharp smack to the back of his head.

“Focus!” Kieran growled, stepping forward. “Alright, kiddo, time to come out now!” His voice was firm but coaxing. But instead of the sound of obedient little feet, they were met with more giggling, playful and distant, echoing through the upstairs hallway.

Luke exchanged a glance with Kieran, who rolled his eyes as they both cautiously climbed the stairs. “This is going to be bad,” Luke muttered under his breath.

The upstairs hallway was dimly lit, the shadows stretching along the walls. Suddenly, Sylus' daughter peeked her head around the corner, her bright red eyes wide with mischief. The second she spotted them, she squealed with delight and darted away, disappearing around the bend.

“Oh, come on!” Kieran groaned, as they raced after her, rounding the corner just in time to see the door to the boss’s office wide open.

“There’s no way she’s in there...” Luke whispered, shaking his head in disbelief.

“How did she even get in here?” Kieran asked, just as confused.

They entered the office cautiously, careful not to disturb anything. The room was pristine, neatly organized—until they noticed a pair of tiny feet peeking out from beneath the desk. And there it was again: that unmistakable giggle.

Kieran’s eyes lit up with an idea. He motioned for Luke to come closer. “Alright, here’s the plan: you go left, I’ll take the right. We jump out, and give her a little scare.”

Luke grinned. “Perfect.”

They positioned themselves on either side of the desk, ready to strike. But before they could even make their move, Sylus' daughter popped out from beneath the desk, a wide grin plastered across her face.

“Surprise!” she shrieked, spraying them both with party cans they had been saving for later. Neon foam shot out, covering Luke and Kieran in a sticky mess of silly string as the toddler collapsed into giggles.

“Surprise! Surprise! I win! I win!” she chanted, hopping up and down with glee as she sprayed them again.

Luke, now covered head to toe in foam, looked over at Kieran, both of them utterly defeated, but unable to suppress a smile. Her excitement was contagious.

“Alright, that’s enough, kiddo,” Luke laughed, scooping her up as she squealed, still waving the can.

Kieran quickly snatched the can from her, shaking his head with a playful smirk. “Yeah, yeah. You win.”

Setting her down, they both attempted to question her about her little escapade, but all she did was giggle uncontrollably, covering her face with her tiny hands. “I didnt leeeaaveee I played!, I played and won” she squealed between bursts of laughter.

Before they could question her even further, the sound of footsteps behind them made them freeze. They slowly turned, only to see You and Sylus standing in the doorway, watching the scene unfold with amused expressions.

Silly string wasn’t just on Luke and Kieran—it was everywhere. The desk, the chair, the floor—nothing had escaped the carnage.

You pressed your hand to your mouth, trying to hide the laughter. “I - I ...take it you all had a great time?”

Luke and Kieran stood in stunned silence, caught red-handed in the chaos, while Sylus' daughter grinned proudly.

“Mommy! Mommy!” she cried, running towards you with open arms. “We had so much fun today! Mommy, look!”

You bent down, scooping her up with a warm smile, planting a kiss on her cheek. “I can see that, sweetheart.”

As Luke and Kieran stood there, still sticky and covered in foam, they glanced over at Sylus, who crossed his arms, looking every bit the stern boss. His eyes flicked over the mess, then back at the two men, who stood awkwardly under his gaze.

“Uh... we tried our best,” Luke muttered weakly, scratching the back of his head. “She’s... uh, faster than she looks.”

Kieran nodded, backing him up. “Yeah, I mean, we had a plan! But she outsmarted us.”

You stifled another laugh, turning to Sylus. “Go easy on them. They did try, after all.”

Sylus’ expression softened, though the hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “No promises,” he muttered, before walking past them into the office to inspect the damage.

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bloomsunflower28 · 1 day ago

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Sylus x wife! Reader - || Imagine ||

"It's a Grand Party!"

The warmth of the early afternoon sun filtered through the large windows of your home, casting a soft golden hue across the living room floor. A small giggle echoed from the corner where your daughter was sitting at her little pink tea table, surrounded by a mix of plush teddy bears and dolls. Her laughter bubbled up again as she pretended to pour another round of tea into the plastic cups arranged neatly in front of her stuffed companions.

“And another for you and anotherrr for youuuu,” she sang out in delight, pouring imaginary water from her large pink kettle. Her tiny feet kicked back and forth under the table in happiness, her energy boundless as she settled back into her seat, a satisfied smile plastered on her face.

Sylus, watching from nearby, leaned against the wall with a smile tugging at his lips. His arms were crossed, but there was a softness in his gaze, a look reserved for only the two people he cherished the most. “I told you she would love it,” he said quietly, turning his head slightly to glance at you.

You sighed with a soft smile, still focused on your reflection as you applied the final touches of your lipstick. “You spoil her too much,” you teased, capping the lipstick and placing it on the vanity in front of you. “Sometimes I think you're going to buy her a house before she even turns ten.”

His presence was warm as he came up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. “And is that so horrible?” His voice was a low murmur, the edge of affection clear. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, his breath tickling your skin. “I would love to give her everything she so desires.”

You smiled, leaning back into his chest as you looked at him in the mirror. “With limits, Sylus… or else you'll have a little girl asking for a private jet sooner or later.”

Before he could respond, a tiny whirlwind came crashing into his leg, tiny arms wrapping around his calf. “Daddy! Daddy!” your daughter giggled, tugging on his pants. “Can you play with me? Please sit! You’re invited to my party!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the scene. “Well, go on now,” you encouraged, smiling at Sylus.

With a smile and a shake of his head, he let his daughter lead him to the tiny tea table, his large hand engulfing her small one as she guided him to one of the plastic chairs. “Mommy! Come, Mommy! A party needs another princess!” she declared, pointing to an open spot next to Sylus.

You joined them on the floor, settling in next to Sylus. As soon as you did, your daughter grabbed the plastic kettle and passed it to Sylus with a serious expression. “Daddy serve Mommy! Mommy doesn't serve herself!”

Sylus chuckled, his eyes bright with amusement. “And who would serve me then, princess?” he asked playfully, glancing at the tiny ruler of his universe.

Your daughter paused, putting her little hands on her hips, her expression adorably stern. “You’re invited to serve Mommy, not to be served!” she insisted.

You had to turn away, covering your mouth to hide your laughter. You could practically hear Sylus’ heart breaking in the silence, and it took everything in you not to burst out laughing at the sight.

“Sweetie, please,” you said with a grin, turning back to face them. “You’re going to break your father’s heart.”

Reluctantly, your daughter pouted and picked up a tiny teapot, pouring the pretend water into Sylus’ cup. “Give it to Mommy,” she instructed, as if it was a great concession.

You raised an eyebrow at Sylus, a smirk playing on your lips. “So, you still wish to spoil her, huh?”

Sylus rolled his eyes but grinned with amusement. “I still will. This doesn’t change anything, and you know it.” He glanced at your daughter, who was now rearranging her dolls. “She views you exactly like I do.”

You looked at him curiously. “And how exactly?”

Without hesitation, Sylus leaned in and kissed you softly. “Like you are meant to be treated… a princess,” he whispered against your lips, his words filled with affection.

You smiled, your heart swelling. “Well then, why don’t you let me treat you the same?” you teased. “This party might give you the title of server, but you’re still my husband.”

Before Sylus could respond, your daughter came bounding back into the room, holding a large teddy bear in her arms. “Mommy! Say hello to my new friend! This is my best friend!” she declared proudly, hugging the bear tightly.

“And why won’t you introduce him to me?” Sylus asked with a grin.

She pouted, her little face scrunching up in defiance. “My best friend only says hi to Mommy,” she said seriously. “She doesn’t say hi to the server.”

Sylus raised an eyebrow, but before he could respond, he reached down and lifted her into the air, making her squeal and giggle with delight. “Oh, really now?” he said with mock indignation, holding her close as she kicked her legs playfully. “Mommy, save me! Save me!” she called out between giggles.

You laughed at the sight, the sound of their playful banter filling the room with warmth. “Sylus, do you still want to go out, or would you rather stay here?” you asked, watching them fondly.

He looked over at you, still holding your daughter as she clung to him, giggling. “Why would I want to leave both of my worlds?” he said softly. “I’ll order Luke and Kieran to cancel our afternoon plans. The party’s already in full swing.” pulling you closer to join them at the tiny table. The three of you, surrounded by pink plastic cups and teddy bears, felt like the world outside didn’t matter; right here, with them, was where your heart belonged.

Let me luv my bby with sylus plz

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bloomsunflower28 · 1 day ago

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Sylus x wife! Reader || Imagine

"A sticker crown!"

The house was quiet, a warmth settling into every corner as you opened the front door and slipped off your shoes. The soft glow of evening light filtered through the windows, giving the entire place a serene feel. There was no immediate sound of movement downstairs, but something more faint came from upstairs—a soft giggle, the high-pitched sound unmistakable.

"Sylus? ...Are you up there?" you called out, the smile already pulling at your lips.

No answer—just more giggling.

Curious, you made your way up the stairs, your steps slow and deliberate as you approached the source of the sound. The door to your daughter’s room was slightly ajar, and as you pushed it open, the scene that greeted you filled you with pure amusement. Toys were scattered all around the room, dolls and baby pink teddy bears seated around a small tea table with plastic cups clinking on the surface. But the real sight was in the center of the chaos.

There was Sylus, your formidable, commanding husband, lying flat on the floor with his hands clasped on his chest, eyes closed, and a faint smile playing on his lips.

"No, no, Daddy! Stay put! You not pretty yet!" your daughter scolded in the sweetest little voice, her small hands busy rummaging through a pile of stickers.

"I'm as still as I can be, sweetie," Sylus murmured, barely moving a muscle. "I'm not going anywhere."

You covered your mouth to stifle the laugh that threatened to bubble up as you stepped further into the room, but the moment was short-lived as your daughter spotted you. Her eyes lit up in pure delight, and she gasped as if you’d appeared from nowhere.

"Mummy!, Mummy! Look! Look how pretty Daddy is now!" She scrambled up from her spot, her tiny hand reaching for yours as she dragged you closer to the spectacle. "Daddy won’t scare anymore! People will like Daddy now!"

You bit your lip to contain your laughter when you got a proper look at Sylus. His face, once an intimidating picture of authority and dominance, was now decorated with Hello Kitty stickers and glittering stars. The contrast was almost too much to handle.

“Well, don’t you look handsome as ever?” you teased, standing over him with an affectionate grin.

Sylus cracked an eye open and smirked. "And how can I resist? My own princess demands I become a statue for her enjoyment."

“You are fulfilling your role quite beautifully," you said, trying to peel one of the stickers off his cheek, only for your daughter to intervene, placing her tiny hand on yours with the fiercest pout she could manage.

“No, Mummy! Daddy needs to be pretty!”

You and Sylus exchanged a glance, amused as ever, while your daughter grabbed a fresh set of stickers, picking the sparkliest one of the bunch. With a proud smile, she pressed a glittery star right onto Sylus’ nose.

"Yaaay!"

Before you could respond, Sylus' smirk widened. "Princess, why don’t you add some of your beauty onto Mommy? Make her feel just as pretty as me."

Your daughter, to both your surprise, frowned and shook her head, her little hands resting on her hips. "No! Mommy is already pretty. Mommy doesn’t need stickers, she’s not mean! Mommy is nice so Mommy doesn’t need to be pretty!"

With that final declaration, she slapped another heart-shaped sticker onto Sylus' forehead, sealing his fate.

That was the last straw—you couldn't hold back anymore, laughter bursting from your lips. "Oh my God," you gasped, wiping at the corner of your eye.

Sylus, however, rolled his eyes dramatically. "Help me here…for once, I'll be the one begging."

“Oh, isn’t that a rarity coming from you?” You knelt beside him, gently peeling off the stickers from his face, one by one.

Meanwhile, your daughter looked on, fidgeting with her toys before tugging on your arm. "Mummy… is it bedtime now?"

You glanced outside, the fading light of the day casting soft shadows across the room. "Yes, sweetie. It’s bedtime. As much as you love playtime, it’s time to rest for now."

"The moon is out?" she asked, tilting her head.

You nodded, peeling the last of the glitter from Sylus' face and then guiding your daughter to her bed. Tucking her in with care, you kissed her forehead. "Yes, the moon is out. But when the sun comes back, you can play more."

She smiled sleepily, already closing her eyes. "Okay… Night, Mummy."

You and Sylus quietly left the room, gently closing the door behind you. As you walked back down the stairs together, you couldn’t help but giggle. “How long has she been doing that to you?” you asked, barely containing your amusement.

Sylus sighed dramatically. “Ever since you left. She said I look too angry and I have to be ‘kind’ more often. She believed her toys and her drawings would do me great favors.”

You chuckled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Well… she’s not wrong. You did look far better than all the years we’ve been together in that moment.”

“Oh really? Is that what I needed to love you?” Sylus arched a brow, his teasing tone back in full force.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, stifling another laugh.

Sylus shook his head, a laugh of his own escaping. “Please... save me next time.”

You grinned, leaning into him. "Sylus, don't be mean."

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bloomsunflower28 · 1 day ago

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Sylus remembers clearly the day he found out you were both having twins. Twins, as in two babies as yours and his first children.

How you almost passed out when the doctor delivered the news, but he was quick to tell you that everything would be okay.

He's going to be the best husband for you, and for the twins..?

they sure were going to be a handful.

“Sylus!” Sylus' head snapped towards the kitchen, where your voice had come from, “come get your son before i cook him!”

He knew that you were joking. Probably.

the kitchen, one hand holding his little girl's hand guiding her along. "Now, now," he called out as he entered the kitchen, "No cooking the children, sweetie.”

You let out a sigh when you watch the boy run away while letting out giggles, his face and hands full of white flour.

Seeing this, Sylus let out an exasperated sigh as well, his gaze shifting from his running figure to the mess of flour on the floor. "Sorry about the mess he made," he muttered before looking over at you, a sheepish smile on his face. "Go to your brother,” he urges the girl next to him, she nods slowly before running off to him.

“I'll feed him to the ducks one day.” You say with determination, still focused on trying to make this dinner a success after the mess.

But Sylus chuckled at your threat, knowing all too well that you were only half-serious. He could see the twitching in your eyes, but he also knew that you loved both of your children dearly, even if they could be a handful sometimes.

”Though I suspect he would probably find a way to befriend them and make a mess with them.”

“.. why are you right?”

“because i know my children,” he says proudly, then makes slow steps from behind you to not alert you so suddenly, his arms snaking around your waste with his chin resting on your shoulder, “what are you making?”

You smile, “dinner.”

"Smartass," he teased, "I meant what kind of dinner are you making?” he whispers calmly, a soft conversation between you two, with his thumb rubbing ideally on you.

“hm, i could be dinner… but oh well.” you sigh dramatically and he laughs quietly.

You couldn't even continue because you hear a faint “ewwww.” Coming from the corner.

You both glance back at the two heads peeking out from the wall, and you roll your eyes.

"and here I was, having a moment with your mother," he said to them, his voice still low yet amused. "You two really have a knack for interrupting, don't you?”

Your little girl was the first to speak, “it was his idea.” She started quietly, her fingers fidgeting together, but her brother only gasped, “she's lying!”

"Oh, really now?" he’s skeptical, and he approaches both of them with his arms crossed, “Hmm, it's always the innocent ones who lie, isn't it?”

“but I'm not—”

“liar.” The little one huffs and looks away with annoyance, but the minute he could hear his sister im the verge of tears, he knew he messed up.

Sylus was quick to notice her distraught demeanor, his heart clenching slightly at the sight of her on the verge of tears.

"you," Sylus pointed out at the other twin, his voice firmer and authoritative, "did you cause the mess?”

…

Sylus let out a deep sigh, his stern expression softening slightly. He knew he was just being a mischievous little boy, but he also had to nip such behavior in the bud.

"You know better than to blame others for your pranks,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. "Apologize to your sister.”

The girl sniffled, the threat of tears subsiding as she accepted her brother's apology. She wiped away her stray tears with the back of her hand, a small smile forming on her face.

Sylus nodded approvingly, he patted both of them on their head gently. "There we go, now go back and play together.”

This whole time you were watching the scene with the biggest smile on your face, and Sylus was already prepared for your upcoming teasing words.

“and the father of the year goes to.. you.” ... except he didn't expect this rare sweet statement of yours. He's reminded of why he put a ring on it in the beginning.

"What can I say?" he replied, his voice filled with pride. "I have a talent for handling troublemakers." He placed both of his arms on the counter to your sides, boxing you in, "though, to be fair, they get their mischievous streaks from their mother," he added, and you gasp before turning around. burnt dinner it is.

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bloomsunflower28 · 1 day ago

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Hi Ira. Hope you're having a good day!🥰 What are your headcanons of Rafayel as a dad? (Personally I can't get it out of my head that he'd be such a girl dad🥹)

LaDs HCs:

Rafayel as proud Daddy of a little Ocean Princess

Hey turtle 🐢!

I‘m fine, after being sick for a while now. My daughter shared her germs with me, how selfless of her 😅

But the cold is retreating and I‘m good now 🩷

And that brings us straight to the topic! I could imagine Rafayel as a girls dad 😂

— his daughter would be, of course, named some ocean-themed, like Marin. The lavender hair of her father mixed with your eyes.

— she is a spoiled little princess! Only wear the cutest and most fashionable clothes one can buy. And Rafayel would handpick everything by himself, no doubt about that!

— lets her play with his hair, braids little tails into his hair, or just normal pigtails with animal scrunchies decorated with a bunch of clips and stuff.

— when the little family is out in town or visiting some stuff, of course, she can ride on Rafayel‘s shoulders when she is tired. (she has to bribe Daddy to do it because Rafayel would refuse at first, like “My little sea star is such a big girl now” first, but he can’t resist for long when she gives him her best puppy eyes with the colored ones like her mother)

— he tells her little bedtime stories when it’s time to sleep. Rafayel’s favorite part of the day. And most of the time he would fall asleep together with Marin, cuddling her at his chest.

— his daughter is the only one allowed to add her little paint strokes onto his work on projects, and he always praises her for how good and talented she is.

— once she is old enough for school, it’s your part to do the homework with her. He only covers the “creative” parts 😂 (but will make some snacks and provide both of you with hand-mixed beverages)

— makes her launch box every day, filled with veggies carved into cute sea animals and stuff like that.

— takes her to the ocean and teaches her swimming, of course. And he makes sure, she knows about her Lemurian heritage.

— the evenings are filled with either cuddling sessions and Netflix, where all three of you are under one giant cozy blanket, or you are playing family games, where you and Marin team up to beat him in the games. (Of course, he loses on purpose, so that he can fulfill the silly wishes of his girls)

— once Marin gets interested in boys, he takes care that she is dating the “right” guys… not that anyone is good enough for his little princess (and cries in secret about how grown up she already is)

— he makes fun of inviting the guys into his mansion, playing the best daddy pranks on them. Because only if they pass his little prank test, they are allowed to take his princess on a date.

— but most of the boys are intimidated by his celebrity status anyway, so Marin would not have that many suitors, despite her gorgeous looks.

— takes her to prom in a dress he’d designed especially for this event and for her

— if she one day got married, Rafayel would organize everything!! He’d design a wedding dress for her, the cake, rent the location and and and… everything that his daughter wants for her wedding, she will get it!

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bloomsunflower28 · 3 days ago

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Rafayel x wife! Reader || Imagine

"Sunset Love and Baby Kisses"

“Not even a single ounce of me anywhere... no, you just had to come out with blue eyes and all,�� you said, shaking your head in mock disappointment as she continued her giggly attempts to capture a strand of your hair. You let out a soft sigh, watching her with an expression somewhere between amusement and awe.

“Gods, you’re even bratty? Did you get anything from me at all? At least show me you got something out of me, will you?”

“Okay, okay, maybe you got my love instead,” you said between giggles, wiping the drool from your cheek.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the tranquil sound of the waves.

“Well, speak of the man himself.”

"What’s this I’m hearing about you being jealous of me?” he teased, his voice low and warm.

Rafayel chuckled, a sound that blended into the soft crash of the waves. He leaned down to kiss the top of your baby’s head before glancing up at you with that same mischievous glint in his eyes.

“And? Is that really so bad?” he said, his tone playful but filled with affection.

“I guess you’re right about that,” you said, your smile widening as you watched the two of them together. “But just know, if she grows up with your attitude, you can deal with it.”

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bloomsunflower28 · 3 days ago

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You know, something that I was thinking about while I was walking my way towards my car was how the lads' men would treat you on mothers day with their kids?

Like think about it? — the morning hasn't even started yet, and they are already up and ready for the day before you could even crack a centimeter of your eyelids. and that's not because they didn't bother to wake you up on such an important day…

But because they promised their kiddo, they would serve you breakfast in bed

Like Xavier?... Now you cannot tell me Xavier wouldn't guide his toddler on how to properly stir the pancake batter from the bowl– like this man is patient, gently guiding their tiny hands with his own– he would soften and tender his voice as his baby tells him how much they want their momma to love it – that I even bet you by the time you wake up to the smell of pancakes and fruit on a tray …Xavier is already standing by your bedside with your child proudly presenting their new creation.

“Papa, is this enough?” they ask, holding up a slightly uneven cup of flour. Xavier glances at it, his blue eyes soft with patience.

“A little more,” he murmurs, placing his hand over theirs to guide the pour. “Careful, not too much.”

They continue working together in silence, Xavier focused on making sure everything is perfect, while the child chatters excitedly about surprising you.

“I bet Mama’s going to love this!” they exclaim, cheeks dusted with flour. Xavier’s lips twitch into a small smile, his voice steady as ever.

“She’ll love it because you made it for her.”

Sylus: now we know this man can cook ..and if he could ..he would prepare an entire cuisine that would rival Michelin star restaurants…he can make it basic ..but we all know he won't..it ain't gonna be some cereal with milk and maybe an orange on the side..NAH ..he gonna be wide awake in the morning with your toddler bouncing all over him in the kitchen eager to help at all costs to give you what you deserve – like he would task your baby to give your favorite drink in the morning in a glass cup as he whisks eggs and butter together.

“Daddy, I think I made a mess,” she says, eyes wide with innocence.

Sylus smirks, wiping a streak of flour off her nose with his thumb. “It’s not a mess. It’s art,” he declares, glancing at the bowl of slightly lumpy batter.

She giggles again, bouncing on her toes. “Mommy likes art …right?”

“Yes, she does," Sylus says, his red eyes gleaming with amusement as he pulls the tray together. “But maybe next time, we’ll leave the drinks to me, alright?”

Zayne: …now zayne tho …zayne is a different story ..he always lets his actions speak louder than his words and this is no different like he doesn't need to tell you how much he appreciates you but the gentle way he guides your toddler as they cut fruit says everyyyythingggg — like he would let them take the lead and offering quiet encouragement as your baby carefully cuts another strawberry in half

They frown, concentrating hard as they carefully slice the strawberries, while Zayne watches quietly, offering the occasional word of encouragement. “You’re doing great,” he says, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he slices the melons beside them.

“Is Mama still sleeping?” they ask, their voice soft with excitement.

Zayne nods, his green eyes glowing with quiet pride. “She’ll be surprised when she sees what we’ve made.”

As they finish assembling the fruit salad, Zayne picks up the tray, balancing it carefully with one hand while resting the other on his child’s shoulder. “Ready?” he asks, and they nod eagerly.

When they walk into the room, your child bounces onto the bed, proudly holding up a forkful of fruit. “Mama, look! I helped!”

Zayne sits beside you, his voice low and warm as he says, “Happy Mother’s Day, love. We wanted to make this day special for you.”

Rafayel: …oh my lord ..rafayel ..listen you walk into that kitchen and it's gonna be mess …ur toddler still gonna be smiling in the corner all proud of themselves saying how much they love you and prepared you sum scramble eggs with toast— only for it to be burnt and half baked. Flour is everywhere…the fruits they planned to put together that your toddler suggested they should make a smiley face with the eggs as eyes?? …all over the place. But it doesn't mean the morning went to waste!? – the whole scenery is adorable and filled with affection that you bet Rafayel is still going to say it was made with love.

You wake up to the unmistakable sound of chaos coming from the kitchen. There’s laughter, the clatter of dishes, and... the smell of something burning? You sit up, rubbing your eyes, just as Rafayel strides into the room, a lazy grin on his face and your toddler trailing behind him, still beaming.

“Mama! We made you breakfast!” your toddler shouts, bouncing on their toes with excitement.

Rafayel raises an eyebrow, clearly trying to suppress a laugh. “Yeah, ‘breakfast’ might be a generous word for it.”

Consui random thoughts

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bloomsunflower28 · 3 days ago

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Safe Heaven

• Zayne x fem! reader

Genre/warnings: fluff, hints of angst (feelings of guilt), childbirth, comfort end , mild vurnability, feelings of helplessness, mentions of heart problems, slight mentions of anxiety and stress, we are not having a good time here..but that's okay!

Synopsis: zayne reassures you of his love as you cover from childbirth

Note: my lawwwdddd it's been such a long time without seeing any of you inside of my house..it feels so foreign ..breaks my heart into little pieces ..howeverrr this moment of silence didn't mean I was left with nothing inside of these neurons of mine-- ur beloved consui has thoughts ..and thoughts she must expel in the form of zayne 🩶

wc: 1.3K

“Every passing day…” you began, your voice almost a whisper, “I feel as though I am becoming more of a burden to you.”

The words hung in the stillness of the room as you lay upon the bed, your gaze fixed upon Zayne, who tenderly cradled the slumbering form of your newborn. The night had settled in with a serene quiet, broken only by the soft, rhythmic sound of the baby’s gentle feeding. Moonlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a silvery glow that softened the edges of everything, lending an air of tranquility to the tender scene before you.

Zayne’s eyes flickered to yours, his brow furrowing ever so slightly in quiet confusion, as though he were searching for the meaning behind your words. “Mmh?” he murmured, his voice a soft note that seemed to vibrate through the still air.

"What do you mean?"

Your heart stirred beneath his gaze, and though you tried to muster a smile, it faltered, laden with the weight of the self-doubt that had quietly gnawed at you. You averted your eyes, feeling the warmth of a slight flush creeping upon your cheeks. “I mean… it has been two weeks since they released me, and I have done nothing to aid since I returned,” you continued, your voice growing softer, almost apologetic. “I cannot help but feel as though I'm—”

Before you could continue, Zayne’s hand, warm and gentle, reached toward your face. His fingertips grazed your cheek with a softness that seemed to still your very breath, his touch lingering just enough to still the torrent of your words. He guided your face to meet his, his expression tender and unwavering, his gaze soft with something unspoken. With a faint smile that reached the depths of his eyes, he whispered a quiet, soothing shush, the sound more comforting than any words you had ever heard.

“Dont say it..." he said gently, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Your only concern should be your own rest, your own recovery… and holding our child with me...” He paused as if steadying himself, his eyes shadowed by memories of a time he wished never to revisit. “You know...when they told me your heart wasn’t faring well during the birth… I can not explain it. It felt as though my very world was fracturing before me. All I could think—” his voice broke, but he steadied it with a soft, trembling breath— “was that I needed you to stay with me with our child in your arms... I suppose at that giving moment I just wanted to see you safe ..in one place..not having to stress over anything ... even now"

The words struck your heart, stirring a depth of emotion you hadn’t anticipated. You sat up, your gaze fixed on him, your breath caught between disbelief and sorrow as you absorbed his admission. Your eyes grew cloudy, softening with tears as you looked from Zayne’s face to the child resting peacefully in his arms, blissfully unaware of the turmoil their entrance into the world had caused.

A tear slipped down your cheek, followed by another, and you looked to your lap, your shoulders trembling. “Zayne, I'm - … I didn’t mean…” you began, but your voice faltered, words catching in your throat. You hadn’t meant to burden him, hadn’t meant to leave him with the fear that your heart might fail you. The mere thought that your own weakness had caused him such distress made you feel small, vulnerable—a helplessness you had seldom allowed yourself to feel.

But before you could stumble further, Zayne’s hand reached out, his fingers warm and reassuring as he placed them under your chin and lifted your face to his. “No,” he whispered, his voice as tender as the night itself. “Stop. Do not apologize for anything” he continued, his gaze so steady, so filled with love that it was nearly overwhelming. " I may worry for your health—and you know that I will— it comes straight from my heart. You are everything to me, and nothing will change that, not even fear."

In that moment, you felt the warmth of his hand, the strength of his embrace, drawing you closer to his chest, with your child nestled gently between you. His heart beat steadily beneath your ear, a reminder of his constancy, his unyielding devotion. You raised your face, your eyes shining as you met his gaze, and you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips that held every ounce of your gratitude, your love, your devotion—a silent promise that only he could understand.

When you drew back, you looked at him with all the tenderness in your heart. “You have given me more love than I ever thought possible,” you murmured, your voice a quiet reverence. “You have shown me, again and again, that I am cherished. I have no words to tell you how much that means… but I am yours, Zayne. Yours alone.”

A soft, awed smile touched his lips as he took in your words, and with gentle care, he rose, instructing you to lie back down. “Rest now,” he whispered, his tone one of loving insistence as he cradled your child close, “I’ll settle our son to sleep.” You watched as he moved to the crib, his steps tender, his every movement imbued with a quiet grace. You thought of all he had done for you in these recent days—how he had bathed you with gentle hands, had held you as you struggled to regain your strength, had prepared every meal and tended to every need without question or complaint.

And as you lay curled on the bed, a warmth settled within your chest, a happiness so profound it was almost a reverence. This man, who loved you so dearly, who had stood by you through every hardship, was yours, and you could wish for no greater gift.

When Zayne returned, slipping beneath the covers, you felt the bed dip beside you, and soon his arms encircled you once more, drawing you close until your cheek rested against his chest, where you could hear the steady thrum of his heart. His scent, warm and familiar, enveloped you, and you felt your cheeks grow warm beneath his touch.

Zayne leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice a murmur of quiet devotion. “I love you,” he whispered, the words laced with a depth that only the most profound affections could contain.

A long, comfortable silence fell between you, a silence filled with the unspoken promises of a love that could never be shaken. At last, you whispered back, your voice barely more than a breath. “I love you too.”

In that moment, wrapped in his embrace, you felt truly, indescribably at peace.

If zayne was my doctor I would find ways to get myself in the ER just to see him

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bloomsunflower28 · 3 days ago

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🔞 NSFW headcanon that you and Sylus are college roommates who share an apartment.

WC: 500+

One day, Sylus decides to hide one of your precious plushies to get under your skin, and for an entire week, he refuses to tell you where it is. Luckily, when he was out for his afternoon classes, you seized the opportunity to look through his room. After searching high and low in the apartment for the past couple of days, you were convinced that it had to be in his room.

You comb through every corner of his space, but after failing to find it, you finally set your sights on his closet as a last resort. Just as you’re about to start your search, he unexpectedly returns to the apartment much earlier than you anticipated. Not wanting to be discovered, you quietly slip into his closet, leaving a small crack to peek through, and decide to wait for him to drift into his usual afternoon nap.

But imagine your surprise when you see him sitting on his bed, leaning back against the headboard, and pull his hard cock out, and start jerking off. Of course, you knew it was wrong to be practically spying on your roommate during such a private moment. But the way he tilted his head back, his cheeks flushed, his abs tensing, and the sounds he was making made it difficult to look away.

It didn’t help that your thoughts had spiraled into wild, suggestive fantasies. You bit your lip as you imagined how your lips would wrap around his cock, struggling to fit it all in– because he was huge. The way your tongue would trace every curve, making sure not a single spot went untouched. You imagined how he would look when he finally reached his peak.

Your thighs rubbed against each other but it did nothing to alleviate the growing ache inside your core. You struggled to stay silent when your hand slipped underneath your shorts to rub against your clothed core to possibly seek some relief.

All your attempts to remain quiet vanished the moment you heard him groan your name. He was thinking of you. You cursed yourself internally as a soft gasp escaped your lips, causing him to halt and turn his head toward the closet. You stepped back, wishing you could blend in with the hanging clothes, silently praying he hadn’t noticed.

But of course, luck was usually never on your side.

As Sylus opened the closet door, he looked down at you with a mischievous smirk. “Enjoying the show, sweetie?”

You half-expected him to be angry about your invasion of his personal space, but he seemed more amused than anything.

“Not really,” you replied, matching his smirk. You’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he affected you. “I never got to see how it finished.”

You saw the way his eyes roamed over you, and you were certain he noticed how your thighs were pressed tightly together or the way your hardened peaks pressed against your top. Even in shorts and a loose t-shirt, you felt exposed as if he were undressing you with his gaze.

“I see,” He finally said.

Your breath hitched as he stepped closer, closing the distance between you. Leaning down, Sylus whispered into your ear, “How about you help me finish, then?”

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bloomsunflower28 · 3 days ago

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How would the l&ds men react if you texted them turned on and needy for them

Xavier , Zayne , Rafayel and Sylus x reader (separately)

requests are open :)

warning : slight smut

I noticed that many of you guys wanted me to try writing smau so here it is , hope you guys like it :▪︎

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bloomsunflower28 · 3 days ago

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daddy, i look like you!

synopsis: he finds his child imitating him and his job, he gets cuteness aggression.

character/s: dad! zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus

warning/s: rafayel’s is heavily inspired by the hyperpigmentation tiktok, (y/n) is barely in here, rafayel calls his baby gup/guppy bc i think it’s cute sue me

note/s: my baby fever got too real w this one

zayne: daughter, aged 5

zayne pushes the bridge of his glasses up to his nose as he sighs and ruffles his hair. it was unlike him to be visibly stressed out as his reputation knows him to be calm, collected, and cool. however, with the onslaught of paperwork and influx of hunters and civilians visiting the hospital, it was a surprise that zayne still had all his hair intact.

he gazes at the piles of paper, the words starting to move and blur the longer he stared at it. he sighs and takes off his glasses, accidentally placing it on the table with a slight slam.

today, zayne wishes to not think about work.

the stressed out doctor needs a nap. surely, he deserves one, right?

you knocked on the door gently, not wanting to disrupt if he were doing something important. he opens his tired eyes and looks at you with an inquisitive expression.

“is everything alright, darling?” his voice was hoarse, having not opened it for a few hours and his back straightened up as you looked at him with a smile.

“zia needs your help with something.” his brows quirk at the mention of your daughter. he nods, standing up and meeting you by the doorframe, ready to help with whatever his daughter needs.

“we’re wosing him!” he hears your daughter yell dramatically as her chubby hands were on top of one another and pushing down on the snowman plushie that was twice her size. you couldn’t even see her hands, she was wearing– no, drowning in zayne’s old akso coat and her short arms were definitely not long enough to fit past half of zayne’s sleeve.

zayne’s lips were quirking as he looks at the dramatic scene unfold right in front of him.

“nurse penguin, go up the dosage by 5.000 miwigrams!” she yells at the penguin dressed like an astronaut that comically fell with a dull thud. zayne has no idea where’s she’s getting the severely inaccurate medical jargon from, but it was still amusing to see.

“noooo!” she wails before she realizes that you and zayne were watching her with matching endeared expressions.

“dada, i mean– doctor zayne, he’s not gonna make it!” zia says, pouting and zayne almost wants to laugh at the way his daughter’s eyes were tearing up, clearly waaaay too invested in her little roleplay.

“what seems to be the issue, doctor zia?”

“he’s melting! i don’t know how to stop, we’re losing him, dada!” zia whines and zayne smiles before shaking his head, not wanting to believe that there has come a point in time where he’s perform resuscitation acts on a plushie but he finds himself pressing on the soft body of the plush and counting in succession before he turns on a fan nearby.

he waits for a few seconds before he raises the plushie to cover his head and move the chubby arms of the snowman.

“thank you, doctor zia! you saved me!” zayne said in a high pitched tone and you almost wanted to squeal at how adorable the scene is as zia jumps and hugs the plushie, giggling at the way zayne makes the plushie hug her back.

when zia clutches on tightly, zayne finally lets go, placing a quick kiss on his daughter’s cheek and heads over back to you with a smile on his face. he wraps his arm around your waist as he kisses your forehead and looks at zia playing with her plushies once more, his previous headache definitely gone.

the both of you looked at each other and laughed as zia glared at the astronaut penguin.

“nurse penguin, you’re fired.”

poor penguin.

xavier: sons, 8. daughter, 4

on the contrary, ever since xavier became a father, he was definitely more and more active. he’s been taking them out on walks, buying them ice cream and definitely using their cuteness against you as they unfortunately inherited their father’s puppy eyes and plump pout.

xavier is definitely a present father as he went as far as taking weeks off just to ensure that his children don’t feel like he’s putting being a hunter above them because god only knows how untrue that statement was.

unfortunately, you, being a lower ranking hunter do not get the same time-off benefits as your husband so there come times where you’ll be assigned to missions lasting days or weeks at most and xavier will be the sole parent responsible for the time being.

but xavier never made you feel as though he were lacking in being a father.

however, as you were unfortunately assigned to a mission in a different city, xavier was woken up to his baby girl crying.

it was almost comical how quick he got up and ran to the source of the pained cry.

“no, no. don’t cry, please! i’m sorry. you can hit me back, i won’t get mad, i swear!” he hears his eight year old son, leo, say in a hushed voice to their little sister who he was trying to calm down as he rocked her in his arms. he can see the other twin in front of leo and was also trying to calm their little sister down.

“please, stop crying, i’m sorry…” his second son, milo, says, voice wobbly as he’s visibly distressed.

“no, i hate you!” stella yells back, punching at her brother’s chest.

from what xavier could see, the living room was a clean mess. a few thrown pillows were scattered but nothing of a major clean up. he could also see the toy sword that he bought leo thrown to the side, the rainbow LEDs flickering in bright colors, indicating that leo was using it and xavier was a smart man. he knew what happened but he wanted to hear leo and milo's side as to why stella is crying.

“what happened?” he asks in a soft voice, his sudden appearance making leo and milo jump as they looked at their father with wide and teary eyes.

“dad!” xavier hums as he walks and sits by them, stella, at the sight of her father, wails louder and makes grabby hands at him. leo carefully transfers his little sister to his father’s arms, stella quiets down and sniffles on xavier’s chest.

“i’m sorry! we were playing wanderers and i accidentally hit her too hard.” leo admits, looking down, his fists clenched and xavier could see the tears falling from his son’s head, down to his folded up thighs. milo nods, confirming the story.

“stella didn’t want to, but we still forced her to play because we wanted to have fun with her. we’re sorry, dad.” milo continues, comforting his twin– who was definitely a lot more sensitive, on the side.

xavier secures one arm on his daughter’s back and the other patting his son’s shoulders.

“didn’t i say last time that stella is still too young to be rowdy with you boys?” they both nod guiltily.

“we’re sorry, dad.” leo apologizes, xavier shakes his head.

“i’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” xavier gestures to stella who was peeking from his chest, looking at her older brothers warily.

“we’re so sorry, stella.” the twins say with regret, stella looks from her father, to her brothers who were anticipating an answer. stella, being young and never holding a grudge, nodded her head and her brothers basically tackled her into a hug, apologizing once more profusely.

xavier smiled at the scene and took a look at the swords splayed around in the living room once more before an idea pops into his head.

he calls for his children's attention before he walks sluggishly, almost like a zombie.

“the three of you can team up. i’ll play wanderer. try and defeat me.” xavier proposes and with the three smiles that confirmed his proposal, he spent the rest of his afternoon play-fighting with his children.

the moment you came home, you saw them all huddled together on the living room floor, sound asleep. xavier hugging his twins on either side of his arms and stella laying on his chest.

you definitely had a new wallpaper after that.

rafayel: daughter, 8

the lemurian painter, when he found out that he was a dad-to-be, for lack of a better term, exploded in colors. everything that had something to do with the baby, it had to be colorful.

the nursery walls? painted a vibrant blue with corals and sea creatures smiling, the onesies? all the cutest color combinations he could think of, any color would work! colors in gender– when talking about a baby, definitely did not exist to him as he ensured his baby guppy will grow up appreciating and loving color.

now, eight years later, rafayel is stuck in a dilemma. while he knew that his kid would inevitably inherit his taste for the arts, he knew that honing his daughter’s skills in painting would take time.

“raf?” you called for him and he put his paintbrush down, paint smeared on his cheek as he gave you a serene smile.

“yeah?”

“mira wants to show you something.” you say with a smile that’s almost alarming but before he could ask, you move to the side, your daughter enters the art room, holding a piece of canvas paper in her hands.

“what’cha got there, ‘gup?” he turns to his stool, staying seated as his height is taller than her daughter standing. mira looks at her artwork and bites her lip, shy.

rafayel has been waiting for this moment all his life. he never wanted to rush mira’s artistic process, when mira expresses her interest in the arts then that’s when he’d step in because when that happens, rafayel knows it’s out of passion for the craft and not for the sake of following in his footsteps, so to have this moment right now is almost monumental to him.

“i…” mira trails off before she faces the paper down and pushes it to rafayel’s hands.

“i drew you.” rafayel’s heart melted right there and then as he giggles. “you drew me? my guppy drew me? why wouldn’t she? her father is the most handsome, i know i’ll look the best in your draw—” rafayel was at a loss for words.

for the lack of a better term… the drawing was… something.

his head was waaaay too big and his arms weren’t proportionate, his eyes were bulging out the outline of the head and mira even went as far as drawing sea creatures. somehow, reddie, the family’s pet fish was more decent looking than him.

“oh.” rafayel’s smile dropped as he sees the drawing before his lips curl up and you can see him physically restraining himself from laughing out loud. with that, you couldn’t help but turn around and finally let your shoulders shake, soundless laughter leaving your chest as you couldn’t help but fall on your knees.

“i knew you wouldn’t like it.” mira’s voice wobbles and that snaps rafayel back into reality as he sees his daughter pouting, she tried grabbing for the paper and rafayel shakes his head fast.

“no, no! i love it. you can definitely see that it’s me!” rafayel reassures, a few chortles leaving his lips as he looks at the image once more.

“oh… where were you when the mermaids were sculpting my statue…” he says, still trying not to laugh as much as he wanted to.

don’t get him wrong, he’s knows it’s no picasso and that mira is obviously a beginner, but his reaction was rooted from downright adoration that his daughter drew a picture of him when she knows she doesn’t know enough of the basics to cover it, knowing that mira was interested in drawing– the arts, was enough to have him all giggly and on cloud nine.

“i don’t think it looks good…” rafayel immediately shakes his head once more. “it’s looks fantastic, what are you talking about!”

“then why’s mama laughing?” rafayel doesn’t want to look at you in fear that he’d burst out laughing himself as he perched his daughter on his lap.

“mama doesn’t know what she’s talking about! did you know, you draw fish better than your mama.” mira perks up at the praise.

rafayel nods, affirming his statement as he now sees the glint in her eyes, the same color as his.

“yeah, with a bit of practice, you’ll be better than me!” mira was now excited, feeling giddy at her father’s praise.

“how about this. you draw your mom next then i’ll teach you how to paint, do you want that?” mira nods excitedly before she bolts out the door, preparing to draw you in the same way she drew rafayel.

“was drawing me necessary?” you say as you wiped the tears of joy on your face. rafayel finally lets out a laugh.

“if i get an abstract portrait, so do you.”

sylus: daughter, 7

the big bad leader of onychinus was tired. he just finished up a meeting with one of the underground syndicates that were seeking his alliance. it did not end well for the other party as they were unreasonable with their demands and it was an obvious ploy to overthrow sylus out of his position.

he gets home to his mansion, greeting mephisto as he trudged along the wide hallways of his abode. wanting to greet his wife, he was surprised when the aforementioned pulls him aside and told him to quiet down.

sylus raises a brow, yet nothing was of importance to him. at least not before kissing you in greeting so he does just that and you swat his arm– that automatically finds itself wrapped on your waist, he smirks, inhaling your scent as you shush him once more.

“what's happening, my wife?” sylus asks as he peers over your shoulder to the entryway of his weapon room.

his eyes widened as he saw his daughter sitting down on the throne-like chair, luke and kieran kneeling before her.

“do you want to live, yes, no, maybe so?” she giggles and you couldn’t help but snort, knowing that she was just acting like her father. you hear sylus scoff from behind you but he makes no move to intervene.

luke and kieran play along, begging for their lives in a joking manner.

“missus, please spare my life! i gave you a chocolate bar when your dad told me not to!” luke pleads.

“no, missus! spare me. i’m the better looking one!” kieran says, luke nudges kieran and kieran does it right back, causing a little nudge fight to occur with sylus’ right hand men… if he could call them that, they were definitely acting like children.

your daughter, athena, laughs before she lifts her hand, a weak red linkage tugging at their clothes, it was a weaker version of sylus’ evol but it was still impressive nonetheless.

luke and kieran play along, pretending as if her evol were making them fly in the air as they make exaggerated “whooaaah” noises.

“missus, please hear us out!” athena hums before she clears her throat.

“oki!” she shakes her head, “wait no, that’s not how daddy does it… proceed.” luke and kieran internally coo at their boss’ daughter’s cuteness.

“how about… i buy you ice cream and candy for one week… or whenever the bossman tells you no.” athena’s eyes sparkle at luke’s suggestion.

“no, my proposal is better! what if i buy you anything you want if you let me free.” kieran rebuts and athena looks conflicted.

“princess, don’t think too hard about this.” the two henchmen jump slightly at sylus’ booming voice, athena gasps in happiness as she recognizes the voice.

“daddy! you’re home.”

sylus smiles at the running child who hugged his waist, greeting him. he kneels down and places a kiss on the crown of her hair.

“hello, my princess. how was your day?” he effortlessly lifts up his daughter, raising her on his hip as he walks toward the two henchmen who were fearing for their lives, wondering how much sylus heard about them giving athena treats they were not supposed to.

“it was fun! uncle luke and uncle kieran played with me the entire day!”

“speaking off…” sylus trails off and the men squeak at sylus’ glare.

“what option do you choose, princess?” athena’s brow furrows and sylus kisses it away. “you have to weigh down what’s more beneficial to you in the long run, sweetheart.” he advises and athena, smart for her age, immediately knows the right answer.

“uncle kieran’s because it’s not just food?” athena looks at her dad for confirmation and lets out a happy sound once he nods.

“yay!”

sylus huffs out a laugh, finding his daughter adorable. she definitely took after you in terms of how easy you were to please but he’d have it no other way. now that playtime was over, luke and kieran casually lounge at the room.

“how about you go and help mommy out with dinner?” she pouts. “you help too!”

sylus chuckles. “of course, princess.” he puts his daughter down and lets himself be pulled by the tiny being.

luke and kieran released a sigh of relief that they were holding as they saw the father-daughter duo leave the room… only to stand at attention once sylus comes back, his arm being pulled by his daughter.

“this conversation isn’t done. i’d like to know more about what you were giving my princess even if it wasn’t allowed.”

maybe luke and kieran had to beg for their lives after all.

note/s: dad!lads!dad!lads!dad!lads!dad!lads!dad!lads! *gunshot*

consider buying me a ko-fi ^^

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bloomsunflower28 · 3 days ago

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hello! I hope you're having a nice day ✨

can I request LADS men reaction to MC sending them videos of their baby like it's either them saying their first words or anything adorable since the men are away from home for quite a while and MC and their baby misses them ehe (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Sending Them Baby Videos When They're Away- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: fluff fluff c/w: for sylus there's mention of him using his evol to x_x someone, no gore tho a/n: hihi anonnie! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this was such a cute concept to write and i had to write this immediately (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) ‧º but i dunno if i did this justice so if it didnt, you alr know just pretend this doesn't exist ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) anyways them as papas are such a cute concept i have so much of it in my drafts that i'll post soon ): enjoy reading and have a nice day or night anonnie ! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

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Xavier:

He was sent away for a mission for a couple days due to fluctuations of Wanderers in the area. Unfortunately if he was by himself, it wouldn’t have taken days but his teammates were dragging him down.

His phone chimes, signaling a notification from you. Opening his phone he sees a video you had sent him.

“Rahhh!!” Your son squeals, hitting his toy sword at your plushies that you both won a couple years ago. Your laughter was in the background, making his lips tug into a smile. He missed you both as he watched the video. He was quick to text you back.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: is he protecting mommy

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: it seems i have taught him well

He clicked off his phone, determination bursting through him. He wants to go back home. The warmth of your laughter and the sight of your son, drove him forward. This mission dragged on way too long, he was going to finish this himself.

He moved swiftly, slashing his sword with precision. The hours flew by as well as the number of Wanderers. Without any word to his teammates from the mission, he headed out. He couldn’t wait to see the look on you and your son's face when he walked through the door.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: i’m on my way home now. does our son need a partner to protect you?

Zayne:

Zayne isn’t easily distracted except when it comes to you and a box of macaroons. Now if it was you and a box of macaroons that would be a deadly combo.

During his meetings or when he’s about to head into a surgery, he always lets you know if he’s occupied so you know he won’t be able to reply right away. But right after all of that is over, he’ll immediately check his phone for you and ignore any of his notifications.

But when he’s in his office, the moment he receives a message from you, he can’t help but glance away from the reports he needs to file or send over to the nurses. Your messages always pull him in no matter what.

He unlocks his phone and is instantly met with another cute video of your baby daughter. She’s wearing his freshly clean white coat, which she had pulled from the laundry basket. She’s also wearing his oversized shoes that are comically too big for her tiny feet. “Papa!” She squeals, her face lighting up with a silly smile as she looks into the camera.

A soft laugh escapes his lips and he can’t help but replay the video a couple more times, his heart melting each time. It’s as if he can hear her giggles through the screen. With a wide smile curling up on his lips, he texts you back.

☃︎ ♡: How adorable. I think we need to get her one that’s her size

☃︎ ♡: I have one more break after I finish this report. I can call you both when I finish.

☃︎ ♡: I’ll finish up my work quickly so I can get home sooner.

Rafayel:

He didn’t want to be at this art exhibition, or quite frankly any art exhibition if you weren’t there. All he could think about was being home with you and the babies. Leaving them behind felt like one of the hardest things he could ever do.

You sent him a cute and chaotic video while he was away. “Quick, show daddy what you just did!” you exclaimed, as you aimed the camera at your baby waving a crayon clumsily in their tiny hands while you cheered with enthusiasm. “Glub! gub gub!”

He couldn’t help but let out a wide smile, his little baby was going to be just like their papa, an artist in the making and even better they were learning Glubglubnese. The video ends up with your other baby blowing bubbles to their sibling and they start wailing.

Watching the video, his heart ached with longing for his family. He was a father. He was your husband and he shouldn’t have to miss out on all these precious moments he has wanted with you for a long time. He wanted to be there in person and experience the joy with you.

He texts you while making long strides to the exit, ignoring all the reporters and critics that tried to approach him.

𓆟: tell them to stop being cute until i get back

𓆟: cutie im on my way

𓆟: i miss you and my little glub glubs

𓆟: getting the fastest plane ticket there rn

𓆟: see you soon cutie ( ˘ ³˘)

Sylus:

He was away for another business deal for a couple of days, a business deal that shouldn’t have taken this long and Sylus was getting irritated. “Mr. Sylus, we’re really sorry! Please give us a couple more days! We don’t know what happened to half of the inventory!” The man begged with desperation on his face but Sylus did not have the time for a couple more days.

Before Sylus could respond, his phone chimed with a familiar notification. He raises a finger, signaling for a moment while Luke and Kieran keep the restricted men distracted.

Opening his phone, he was met with an adorable video of your baby daughter. She was dressing up Mephisto in her doll clothes, her giggles flooding through the speakers of his phone. “Caw....” Mephisto caws defeatedly, his head drooping down. “Caw! caw!” Your daughter squeals, her laughter and yours was infectious as she lifts him up in the air, dashing around the living room with pure joy.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, a smile tugging at his lips as he watches the video. Once he clicked off his phone, a sigh escaped his lips. His heart ached with so much longing for you both and he couldn’t bear missing even more precious moments with you and your baby girl.

As Luke and Kieran snicker, stepping aside, crimson swirls began to surround the men, slowly suffocating them until they vanished into thin air.

“Send their team another warning. We’re going home.”

𓅪: The business deal is finally finished. I apologize for the wait, sweetie.

𓅪: I’ll call you both before I get on the plane. I hope I didn't miss much.

𓅪: I'll pick up more doll clothes for her on my way back.

Once he was in his private jet he couldn’t wait to have you and his baby girl in his arms again.

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bloomsunflower28 · 3 days ago

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Lnds men taking their kids(s) to first day of school

Y'all I can't I accidentally posted this shit half way through writing. Which reminds me why I don't like writting 🫠but here yalll go

Xavier : daughter

Xavier would be the type to be waking up late for his daughter first day of school and other school days But lucky you woke them both in time before they're gonna run late , bec you had an early mission today Even if they run late your husband could just teleport with your daughter to the school "this is a crime for waking up this early just for school " you husband complain next to him was his daughter robbing her eyes with one hand and the other holding her dad hand You already prepared everything last night, packed her bags, set her uniform on the hanger and also asked her and your husband what kind of breakfast they want

You both get out of the house and head towards the elevator "Sorry I can't go with you bunbun, but daddy will drop you off " you apologize to your daughter as u can't bring her to school for the first day you give your husband and your daughter a good bye kiss before heading off in your motorcycle going the opposite direction "Looks like it's just you and me princess hold my hand and don't let go "

Sure he could just teleport there, but- " do you want me to carry you? " your daughter just nodded, with that Xavier lifted her up walked towards the school while his daughter took a lol nap on the way there

Arriving at the school and looking around which class his daughter will be staying, he puts her down and kneel to her level

" so this is where I'm going to stay in a few hours?" Your daughter looked around the classroom

Xavier just nodded and patted her head before telling " yup, just like what we talked about last night. after that I pick u up and maybe mommy too "

" okay... But promise me to pick me up in time okay Daddy " she holds her pinky out, without any hesitation Xavier wraps his pinks with hers " I promise ''

Soon after both you and your husband pick up your daughter from kindergarten.

" Daddy ! , mommy! You came in time! " she runs towards you guys and hugs both of your legs

Overall your daughter first day of school when better then her classmates. Because she didn't know why everyone cried at there parents. It's not like they leaving them there forever .

Or they didn't had the talk the night before

Zayne : son

Let's say like father like son.

It wasn't hard to wake your son up for the first day of school . Because you don't have to wake him up by the time you when to his room he was already getting dressed

So you decided to make some morning breakfast and their lunches. Breakfast was something simple , fluffy pancakes with some whipped cream and berries dusted with power sugar

As for lunch some rice with stir fried chicken with some vegetables including carrots. Even if they both don't like carrots they will eat them no matter what because you made them , and also why , you took this advantage to feed them some carrots ( bec it's good for the eyes ). But not very day, just a few time a month

After they finished eating your son and husband took their belongings and head towards the door, as you about to join them they stopped you

" my love , I think is best if you take some rest. You had a rough day yesterday. Let me take care of our lil snowflake to school "

" but it's his first day "

" it's okay mommy, dad is right you need to take extra rest and beside you can go with me tomorrow also you can pick me up after school "

What a wonderful husband and son you have taking care of you

Both getting in the car zayne check if his son putting his seatbelt on from the mirror , with that he head straight to his son school

First day of school was just like other days but just a lil different. He just had to sit at his desk and listen to the teacher for a few hour

Your son classmates where jealousy of his lunchbox , of course when they ask if they can have a bite he immediately said no, even when they asked for the carrots .

A no is a no

You son highlight of the day was when you pick him up from school and headed toward his dad workplace on your motorcycle. He likes being around his dad office learning and observing him because in the future he wants to be like his dad so he can take care of you in the future

Rafayel : daughter

Everything was going smoothly ,everything . From waking both them up and getting ready for school .

Rafayel definitely spent about half an hour dressing his pretty daughter up.

" are we going for pigtails or a messy bun orrrr braids?"

" which color bows do you want? "

" let's add some sparkles these glitter spay will do just perfect"

From eating a light seafood breakfast and heading out of the door and into his sports car everything was smooth sailing

Until you where standing at the school gates. Everyone looked at your husband sport car, you knew and HE KNEW. As it shows it on his face but don't mind him he loves the attention he's getting from the people

Looking for your daughter classroom was easy. The hardest part was letting her go and your husband to let go of her

" Rafayel, darling please let her go."

It was going well, you told your daughter that she's gonna stay here for a few hours and then picking her up. Until...

You're about to leave with Rafayel until you daughter runs up crying for the both of you. And your darling husband lost it.

You husband and daughter hugged each as you both cry creating a scene that got looks from everyone

Let's say you spend the whole 15mins to break the two of them apart with the teacher help of course. The teacher comfort her and you do the same with your daughter and husband.

Rafayel pouted the entire way to his car his red eyes are hiding behind his sunglasses

" I can't believe you Rafayel " your husband just scoffed at you as you laughed at him. He continue to opened the door for you before closing it .

Rafayel drives you to your work which u have him a kiss afterwards.

" one more goodbye kiss " it wasn't one it turned into 10

At home Rafayel watch his clock tiks , he wishes it would go afters. When it was finally time to pick you and your daughter up he was the happiest man he could be on earth

The moment your daughter and you husband eyes meet they both started running towards each other. Embracing each other like they been separated for 800years

Stylus : twin boys

It's not surprises that sylus woke up and made breakfast for all of you when you came down from the stairs as you just dress the twins up for school

You set up the table with the help of the twins of course. You put your twins lunches in there bag and you do the same with yours before heading out to the garage

Sylus debate on driving his SUV or take the bikes. You ended up with the bikes and making a wager out of it

" whoever make it there first is the victor and the last one there will grand the victor one wish" which sylus words you put on your helmet and so does the twins

" mommy vs daddy . This will be easy" your oldest said towards your youngest " get ready because mommy will win " your youngest fights back to his older twin

The race started when Mephisto cawed three times .

"Caw...caw... CAWWW" and off y'all go

Sylus ended up winning and your oldest son cheered and demanded his twin to give him his dessert for tonight . He agreed but-" next time I'll come back for your ass "

You dropped the twins in there class and sylus took some photos so he can print it and put it in his photo album, for future memories

The both of you said goodbyes to your kids and head back towards your bikes

" oh sweetie I haven't tell you want I wish for as victorious. I want us to try for another kid a daughter this time ." Feeling the heat rise up your cheeks,You punch his shoulder earning a chuckle from him " I'm being serious sweetie "

After it was time to pick up your twins from school. The both of decides it was best to take the SUV instead of the bikes

When the two of you arrived there was a sight to see. Your twins boys already a line a group. It looks like ther where playing cops and robbers in the playground . Your twin boys being the cops and some other

It looks like they where making a plan to capture the robbers. Both of them took leaderships and successfully capture all the robbers and putting them in jail

" looks like they took leadership after their father " you told your husband smiling at the twins working together

"Don't worry our daughter will take after you, sweetie" you just punch him again and called the twins as it time to go home

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