#Domaystic2022

[diana-fortyseven]

Do-MAY-stic Day 16:

Safehouse

Teen & Up, Domestic Fluff, Found Family, Looking out the Window

Victoria gets distracted by something more interesting than her schoolwork. 47 thinks she has a point.

[Do-MAY-stic 2022 Masterlist]

[xonceinadream]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Glee Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff Series: Part 3 of Nanny!Blaine Summary:

Little moments in Blaine and Sebastian's lives that remind them they made the right choice to be together.

A few connected chapters for Domaystic 2022 on tumblr.

Day 5: (alt) What’s This Burning Smell? [SFW]

[dreaminghour]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Gen or Pre-Slash, Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Alternate Universe, Arguing Summary:

Anakin can't find something important.

Words: 851

[domaystic]

Here’s a masterlist of all the tags used in the blog. This is more a reference for me but if someone ever wants to go through the posts, this is a good start.

#domaystic : general tag for things like this one

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#2024peoplen1, #2024peoplen2, #2024peoplen3, #2024peoplen4, #2024peoplen5, etc. until 10 - list on the left, blue list with numbers, professions 

#2024thingsnA, #2024thingsnB, #2024thingsnC, #2024thingsnD, #2024thingsnE, etc. until J - list in the middle, orange list with letters, everyday things

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+ #2024freechoice

+ #2024 triplet :  a fill using a prompt from each list

#d long post : this will be eventually used if long posts will appear (I gave it a more specific name in case people wants to block/hide it?)

#oc : original content

#sfw : safe for work reblogs

#nsfw : not safe for work reblogs

#[trigger] tw : reblogs with triggers

#2022 all days : for reblogs of a post that has all 31 days/prompts

#2023 all days : same

#2024 all prompts :  same

#tag: masterpost : for reblogs of a post with a summary of all filled prompts 

#tag: more content : (idk how to define this, more stuff from participants lol)

#(insertlanguage) : for posts in that other language, ex. (german), (spanish), (italian), (french)

From desktop there’s a “Tags” link on the header with the same stuff written in this post.

[rockingrobin69]

YES

“Erm.”

Harry looked up from his essay. “Yes?”

“I… erm. I don’t know if, er. Did you mean for me to see this?” Draco’s face was doing something funny. He laid down the laundry basket and picked up Harry’s jeans. “You know you never empty your pockets.”

“Yes.”

“Although I’ve told you repeatedly. And despite being raised Muggle. You don’t bother taking anything out before throwing it in the machine.”

“Yes.”

“Receipts, coins, notes…”

“Yes.”

“Rings?”

Harry got down on one knee.

Draco swallowed. “Harry?”

“Will you…”

He joined him on the floor with a groan, crying. “Fuck you. Yes.”

For @domaystic‘s day eight. Find all of Robin’s Domaystic Drabbles here!

[possibility221]

domaystic2022 

Fandom:  Elementary 

prompt:  May 17; sunday brunch 

[sonysakura]

Domaystic 2022. Day 4: first night + Day 6: a cozy corner. Fanart for Sonic the Hedgehog (sfw)

"Aren't we, you know… supposed to spend our wedding night in some special way, Shads?" "Well, I can undress you sensually… Which means slowly because I'm exhausted." "Can you romantically carry me to bed, too? I don't think I can move anymore."

And then they fell asleep just like that, only to wake up a couple hours later to finally undress each other (sensually) and crawl into bed for another healthy few hours of sleep. Weddings are tiring, folks!

[ladderofyears]

“A bottle top?” Draco asked. “A Muggle bus ticket? A pebble? Why did you keep all this stuff?”

Harry smiled. “The beer we shared on our first date. The bus ticket is from the Saturday we visited Regent’s Park. The stone is from Brighton beach. It’s my museum of us, Draco.”  

For @domaystic, prompt: finding a old object.

[somekndofnature]

No Other Way #22

Another for the domaystic2022. I’m going to get there before the end of the year guys. I just know it! Parts of this are taken directly from arguments I've had with my partner at the grocery store (if slightly exaggerated for humors sake). Sorry to those of you who love pork rinds but I just can't stand them. 😝 I really enjoyed writing this more playful side of Inuyasha. I hope it makes you laugh. I'm not entirely satisfied with it (there are times when I feel like he strays too far OOC) but I think maybe I'm just in a bad mood right now. Who knows? This story is non-explicit, SFW.  

Day 22: In the Wrong Aisle\

Fandom: Inuyasha Modern MMA AU

Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome

Rating: G

AO3

'Cause It's Out the Same Door That It Came, Well It's Leaving, Leaving

Inuyasha meandered through the sparsely populated store aisle, letting the rickety metal cart take the brunt of his weight. He yawned loud and long, earning a tsking sound from an old woman ahead of him but ignored it. 

Where the hell was Kagome? She took off squealing about how she had forgotten something but that was over five minutes ago. Inuyasha turned down the next aisle and, seeing that it was empty, sucked in a deep breath.

“Kagome!” he shouted. 

Several gasps and grumbles answered him from other aisles but none in the correct tenor. 

“Kagome!”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, stopping short when he passed an entire section dedicated to prepackaged bowls of ramen. He pursed his lips, looking up and down the empty lane before reaching an arm in and sweeping an entire shelf of delicious food into the cart. He whistled innocently to himself as he turned down the next row.  

“Kagome!” he called once again. No one answered him. 

He walked through the next three aisles without so much as a tingle of interest, intermittently shouting his girlfriend’s name at the top of his lungs. When he turned down the final one, Inuyasha grinned, eyes sparkling at the shelves full of different colored bags of snacks and potato chips. He pulled down several of his favorites and filled the cart to the brim, making sure to also grab a couple ‘healthy’–she was lying to herself–bags of popcorn Kagome liked in the process.

Satisfied with his selections, Inuyasha continued down the lane. “KA-GO–” 

“Inuyasha!” came a furious hiss from behind him.  

He whipped around, grinning when he spotted a red-faced Kagome walking towards him with her arms full. He could already smell the spicy scent of her annoyance as she approached, jeans clinging to her swishing hips like a second skin. She blew an errant curl off her cheek that had escaped the dark ponytail clipped over one shoulder, exposing the long column of a slender neck he had been tempted to nibble on all day. Damn, he was a lucky hanyou.  

“Hey, there you are.” 

“Yes, here I am,” she snapped, eyes narrowed. “Why are you hollering like that?”

“Because I couldn’t find you.” 

“So you need to alert the entire store? Couldn’t you just use your nose?”  

“Around all this food? My nose gets distracted. Besides,” he shrugged, “what’s the big deal?” 

“You’re gonna get us kicked out, Inuyasha, and this is my favorite market,” she said, circling him to drop her items in the cart when her eyes widened. “What is all this?!”

“Food.” He maintained an innocent expression.  

“It’s junk!” she said, making room for her produce and straightening her dark red sweater. She stilled and frowned, snatching up a bag of pork rinds. “What are these?” 

“Fucking delicious is what they are,” he replied with a grin, making a hasty grab for them. 

Kagome jumped back just in time and Inuyasha raised a surprised brow. Her reflexes were getting better. 

“These smell like butt.” She emphasized each word with a shake of the bag. 

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, ‘Gome. Just say ‘ass’ like the rest of us.”  

“Fine. They smell like ass. Better?” 

Inuyasha let his mouth fall open in mock outrage, unable to keep his lips from turning upward with amusement. “You said a naughty word.”  

“Stop it.” Kagome fought a smile. 

“You know what happens to bad girls that say naughty words,” he said with a fanged smirk, sliding closer to her. “They get spankings.” 

She giggled and pressed a hand against his chest. “Down boy.”

“You’re right” he leaned in to whisper. “You’d just like it.” 

“Inuyasha!” she gasped, color spreading down to her neck.

He pounced, grabbing the bag from her hands and holding it up triumphantly. “Ha! Too slow.” 

Kagome pouted as he held them away from her reaching hands before finally giving up and crossing them over her chest. “Fine, but if you get those, you’re eating them on the balcony.” 

“What? Why?”

“Because you’ll make the entire apartment smell.” 

He spent only a few seconds contemplating before tossing the bag back in the cart. “Fine, I agree to your terms.” 

“Really?” she asked in a dry tone. “You’re gonna eat pork rinds outside…in February.” 

“They’re worth it.”  

Kagome imitated a dreamy sigh. “Oh, to be worth it.” 

“I mean,” he said with a shrug. “I’d offer to eat you out on the balcony in February but—” 

She slapped her hand over his mouth, fighting to maintain a serious expression but he could hear the laughter in her tone. “Inuyasha! What is up with you today?” 

He waggled his eyebrows and licked her palm to accentuate his proposition.  

“Gross!” Kagome squealed and pulled away, wiping her hand on her jeans. “Seriously, have you been spending too much time with Miroku or something? You used to be such a prude.”

“Keh, everyone’s prude when compared to that hentai. Besides,” he said, sidling up next to her. “You can’t really blame me. Have you looked in a mirror today?”  

“When we left,” she replied, touching her head. “Why? Is something in my hair?” 

Inuyasha laughed and slid an arm around her waist. “No, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous. Can’t keep my hands off you.” 

“I can feel that,” she said with a coy smile and a hint of reproach, moving one of said sneaky hands back up to the small of her back from where it had been resting on her butt.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?” 

“We’re in public,” she said, flushing. 

“”Gome, there’s no one around us,” he whispered, curling his knuckle under her chin.

Inuyasha leaned down, brushing a kiss against her soft cheek. When he pulled away, the thick fan of her dark lashes fluttered open, revealing stormy blue eyes. He rubbed the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip and smiled when her mouth parted around an aroused breath, tongue flicking out to taste his skin. His brows drew together as a spike of heat shot straight to his groin. He inched forward, intent on kissing her breathless, when the sound of approaching footsteps made his ears twitch.  

Inuyasha cursed and stepped away amid her whimpered protest just as their illusion of privacy was shattered. The old woman from before turned down the aisle, her widened eyes indicating that she had caught at least a glimpse of their intimate moment. She froze and leveled a glare at Inuyasha before quickening her pace. 

It seemed to take Kagome a moment to shake herself back into awareness, face going beet red when she noticed they were no longer alone. She spun around, suddenly absorbed in scanning the shelves as the woman passed them, mumbling under her breath about improper behavior. It took forever for the old bat to shuffle her way to the other end of the row, leaving them in peace. 

Inuyasha sniggered as she turned the corner. “You should see your face.” 

“Inu-yasha,” Kagome seethed, whipping around to throw several rapid punches into his shoulder.  

“Ow! Quit hittin’ me,” he said, trying to affect a pitiful tone but his intermittent laughter made it impossible. 

“Yeah right, like I could hurt you.” She rolled her eyes. 

Inuyasha sulked. “You’re stronger than you look, woman.”

“Oh you poor baby,” Kagome said, tone thick with sarcasm as she stroked his arm and stood on tiptoe to press a kiss against his jaw. “Better?” 

“Keh,” he muttered, turning her back to face the cart. “Come on, I'm ready to get you home.” 

“You still have to put some of this stuff back.” 

“What? And here I thought I made you forget.” 

��Nice try,” she said with a wry grin. “But we just don’t have the space for all this.” 

“Fine,” Inuyasha grumbled, grabbing up one of the bags of popcorn only to be stopped short by a sharp tug. 

Kagome was glaring at him, mouth tight with a stubborn frown. “Not these! Don’t start with my stuff.” 

“Oh I see,” Inuyasha replied with his brow raised. “My junk food is unhealthy and disgusting but yours is just fine.” 

She huffed in irritation. “Well, it isn’t pork skin drowned in hot oil, so yeah.” 

“Let’s see about that, shall we?” He worked the package out of her clenched hands and turned it around, reading through the nutrition label. “There’s that many calories per serving?”

“Okay, Inu.” She rested a hand on her cocked hip, the picture of feminine pique.

“And there’s how many servings per container?” His eyes widened in feigned shock. “I’ve seen you eat an entire bag in one sitting, ‘Gome.” 

Her brow twitched as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You’ve made your point!” 

“And look at the salt content. Isn’t that what you’re always nagging me about?” 

“Argh, fine!” Kagome threw her hands up in the air. “We can keep everything. Just shut up and stop ruining my favorite snack.” 

She whipped around, grabbing a hold of the cart handle and stomping down the aisle. He followed after her, brows furrowing in genuine confusion as he continued to read. 

“Why the fuck is there that much sugar in popcorn?” 

“That’s enough, Inuyasha!” 

[freedvmrouge]

moodboard; MAY 10 | in a queue. / @domaystic​ > Continuation of the previous moodboard where they go to Disneyland on their vacation. Guess what’s infamous for happening at the theme park? Long ass queues.

“How long have we been here for?” 

Steve checks the time on his phone and winces. “Hey, what about we get some of those sugar cookies in that shop? They look great!”

[alpineandbucky]

Fandom: Marvel/Captain America Pairing: Steve Rogers/James "Bucky" Barnes Rating: General Audiences Tags: Alternate Universe - University, Fluff

As long as Steve has known him, Bucky has always been a note-taker. To-do lists scrawled on his forearms in various colors of ink as the thoughts come to him, reminders for Steve to pick up his prescriptions scribbled in the margins of his notebooks, and important dates pinned up on their refrigerator with sticky notes are expected in their household.

If it’s a thought in Bucky’s head, there’s undoubtedly a note of it somewhere in the vicinity. It’s one of the many things that Steve loves about Bucky — even if he can’t seem to keep his paws off of Steve’s fancy charcoal pencils. 

Steve sighs as he sinks into the library’s chair, wood groaning under his bulk. He hates the library and would so much rather be at home studying alongside Bucky in their small, studio apartment. Still, he can’t afford the distraction that being in Bucky’s proximity would surely provide. 

The end of the semester is coming fast and unyielding, and really, Steve should have been better prepared — Bucky had penned the date on the calendar months ago, after all. 

There are only a few short hours left until his last exam, a Biology course that he’s barely been able to keep his head above water in, even with Bucky’s consistent support.

Steve’s fingers itch to reach for his phone in search of a distraction, but he grabs his textbook instead, dropping it onto the table with little fanfare. A flash of yellow between the pages catches his attention, and Steve can’t help but flip through the pages, a small grin upturning his lips. 

Stuck on the first page of the chapter that Steve’s been having the hardest time with is a sticky note. 

STEVIE!!! Deep breaths, you’ve got this! You’re the smartest guy I know, and you’re gonna ace it. I believe in you!!!  Love you always, B

Steve carefully peels the note off the page before turning to his notebook. He flips to the last page, and his smile only grows when he sees the overlapping messages stuck to the page, sticky notes in every color of the rainbow layered over one another carefully. It isn’t every sticky note that Bucky’s ever left for him – there aren’t enough notebooks in the world for that – but it’s a collection of his favorites. 

When Steve turns back to his textbook, his anxieties haven’t magically disappeared. He’s still worried about the exam, that he’ll suddenly forget everything that he’s spent the semester learning, but he feels lighter. Steve knows that whatever happens, Bucky will always be in his corner, cheering him on from the sidelines. 

And hey, isn’t that worth more than an A on a Biology exam anyway?

written for @domaystic day one, prompt: memos on a sticky note

[edgeofn1ght]

doMAYstic: day 24

Prompt: Fireplace Fandom: Star Wars Relationship: Obikin (gen/sfw) Words: 1.2k A/N: in-universe setting, canon divergent

Anakin shivered and pulled the quilt tighter around his shoulders and up under his chin. It didn’t matter how many cold planets they went to or how long he had been away from Tatooine – he couldn’t get used to the extreme cold. Especially when snow and ice was involved. 

Thankfully they didn’t have to deal with the precipitation too often but the cold on its own was enough.

But this latest planet they’d been sent to for some negotiations was rather well known for its heavy snow. At least they were given cabins to stay in rather than having to set up camp with tents. They would have frozen during the night. 

However, Anakin was still cold enough now that he might freeze anyway. It had been terrible during the day, but once the sun had gone down, the temperature had dropped drastically, making it even colder than he thought was possible. Thankfully he wouldn’t be forced to sleep alone, and he looked forward to stealing all of Obi-Wan’s body heat throughout the night.

Anakin startled when the front door of the cabin blew open and swung wide. Flurries of white powdery snow whipped inside, followed right behind by Obi-Wan. 

“Shut the door!” Anakin shouted over the wind as he pulled the quilt impossibly closer. 

Obi-Wan came in quickly and used his booted heel to close the door as his arms were loaded with small logs of firewood. If Anakin hadn’t been so focused on being freezing cold, he might have laughed more or made more jokes at Obi-Wan’s expense about how ridiculous he looked all bundled up in his heavy parka. (Ridiculous, but adorable.)

“Anakin, are you cold?” Obi-Wan chuckled as he walked over to the fireplace and dropped the wood on the hearth. Anakin rolled his eyes even though Obi-Wan didn’t have the pleasure of seeing it. 

“You were gone too long and I’m freezing, master!” Anakin whined. 

Obi-Wan huffed a laugh as he took off his coat and shook the snow off onto the floor where the snowflakes turned to water quickly. He walked over to where Anakin sat on the low couch and bent forward intending to sneak a kiss, but Anakin reached out and stopped him with a frown. 

“What’s wrong?” Anakin begrudgingly stuck out one of his hands from under the blanket and brushed Obi-Wan’s beard with his sublimely warm fingers. Obi-Wan hummed. “You’re so warm, my darling.” 

“And you’re so cold!” Anakin huffed. “I can’t believe you thought you were going to kiss me with a snow-white beard.” 

Obi-Wan laughed, grinning broadly, “My mistake for missing you so as I was out in the snowstorm getting some firewood to build you a fire.” Anakin rolled his eyes once more as he pulled Obi-Wan down for a kiss. His lips were unbearably cold, just as he suspected. 

“Well hurry up and get that fire built and do whatever you need to do,” Anakin huffed as he pulled his arm back into his blanket and pulled it tight around his neck. Obi-Wan chuckled then ruffled his hair lightly. 

After grabbing another blanket for Anakin and draping it across his front, he set about building a fire while Anakin watched. Obi-Wan was regretting going out so late to get the firewood, but at least he had it now. He blew into his hands and rubbed them together quickly in an attempt to warm them up – it was nearly impossible to build a fire with frozen fingers. He wanted to ask Anakin to put some water on to boil for tea, but he knew his former padawan would complain about having to leave his warm cocoon, so he didn’t even ask. 

Obi-Wan finally sat back, pleased, once he got a roaring fire going. He stretched out his fingers, getting them as close as he dared to warm his hands and arms. He turned when he heard shuffling to his left – Anakin was pulling one of the small armchairs as close as he possibly could to the fire without setting it directly on the hearth. 

“Ahhh, Obi-Wan, this is perfect,” he sighed as he extended his arms out, too and attempted to warm his arms and hands. Obi-Wan stood and pressed a kiss into his hair.

"Anything for you, my dear.” He walked over to their small kitchen area and set a kettle of water on to boil. “Care for some tea?”

Anakin shook his head, “I might be freezing cold, but that doesn’t mean that tea suddenly tastes good.”

Obi-Wan threw his head back and laughed, “Noted.”

Anakin remained by the fire becoming blissfully warm as Obi-Wan made his tea. Once he was finished there, he finally joined Anakin in the sitting area taking the couch, even though it was slightly further from the fireplace. He was pleased he had built a big enough fire that it was warming the entirety of the one-room cabin. It boded well for keeping warm during the night. Then there was the fact that he still had his own personal Anakin-shaped heater.

"Better now, my love?" Obi-Wan asked as he took another long sip of his tea, appreciating the way it warmed him through from deep inside. 

Anakin turned to him and smiled – he actually finally looked tired, blinking slowly with heavy eyelids. His blankets had slipped a bit, hanging more loosely about his shoulders. "Much. The only thing missing right here is you."

Obi-Wan smiled gently, "What say we get ready for bed, crawl in together under the piles of blankets, get warm and go to sleep?"

Anakin was loath to get up, but it was true he needed to. "Can't I just sleep in my clothes? Everything is so warm already, I don't want to put cold clothes on now." He shuffled over toward his bag, instantly missing the heat. 

Obi-Wan chuckled as he got up to clean his cup, "You can sleep in what you have on if you wish, just make sure you take off your boots." Anakin scoffed.

"Actually, master, I thought I'd wear them to bed, too…"

"Not in my bed, you're not!"

Anakin remained in his clothes like he said he would, while Obi-Wan changed into his sleeping clothes. But perhaps Anakin was onto something when he decided to not change – he missed the warmth of the clothes he had worn all day. Anakin crawled into bed, getting situated while Obi-Wan put a few more logs on the fire and poked it to a new blaze – hopefully it would last all night. 

"Obi-Waaaannn," Anakin whined as he pulled the blankets around his neck. "Come to bed, hurry, I'm cold."

Obi-Wan huffed a laugh, "All right, all right…"

Finally content that the fire was nice and warm, he crawled into bed next to Anakin who immediately turned over and nestled in close, tucking his face into Obi-Wan’s neck and wrapping his arms and legs around the older man. 

"Anakin, I barely got in bed."

"But you did! I couldn't lose a second of warmth!"  Obi-Wan chuckled and pressed a kiss to Anakin's hair. Then Anakin turned up his face, looking for a proper kiss, which Obi-Wan was all too happy to provide. "Thank you for braving the storm and making the fire."

"You're welcome. Maybe it'll be warmer tomorrow." 

"Ha!" Anakin smiled and snuggled even closer, which Obi-Wan didn't think was possible. But he pulled him tighter anyway, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and the other around his waist, delighting in the warmth he radiated.

"Good night, my darling," Obi-Wan pressed one more kiss to his forehead. 

"I love you," Anakin mumbled into his neck.

"And I, you."

[if-not-now-tell-me-when]

Spoilers

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

“Reid!” Morgan’s booming voice preceded him through the bullpen, and Reid stifled a smile.

Morgan tossed a hardcover book on the desk in front of him, and Reid attempted to mold his face into a mask of innocence. “Yes?”

“Oh don’t give me that look, pretty boy. What is this?” Morgan brandished a neon orange sticky note at him.

“I haven’t a clue what you mean.” Reid leaned back in his chair, steepling his long fingers under his chin and quirking an eyebrow.

Morgan pressed his palms into the desk and leaned over it. “I told you yesterday over dinner I was starting this book, and today I found this note on the front cover that reads ‘Paul is put on public trial, the general population riots and Paul, Finnerty and Lasher surrender themselves.’”

“And what makes you think I did that?”

“I may not be a genius, but I can add two and two together, pretty boy. I told you, who can read 20,000 words a minute, I was going to read this brand-spanking new book and this morning I found the ending written on a Post-It right on the cover.”

Reid leaned forward slightly, deliberately lowering his voice. “Purely circumstantial evidence.” He gave a small provocative smile and ran his tongue just barely across his lower lip, knowing Morgan's eyes would be watching

“Oh, that’s how you want to play it.” Morgan leaned closer, poking a finger into his chest.

“Oh yes…Derek…” He lowered his voice further, feeling a slight thrill run down his spine, "I do."

“Bring. It.” Morgan winked, brought a hand up to ruffle Reid’s hair, and then turned to walk away.

[dreaminghour]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Padmé Amidala & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: (Accidental) Canon Rewrite, Movie: Star Wars: The Phantom Menace Summary:

Anakin's first night in space.

Words: 381

[demigoddessqueens]

Not sure if you have done this one yet, but what are your head cannons for Vax and Scanlan when they find out they’re going to be fathers and throughout the reader’s pregnancy

Ooh yes 🙌! I did one for Percy a while back so seems fitting for Vax and Scanlan. Also I saw some prompts for @domaystic and wanted to fit them here (prompt 1, finding memo on sticky notes)

Vax’ildan

He’s going to be a dad?? Even Vex is half surprised to death!! There’s to be a tiny Vax?? A raven baby??

In either modern au or canon events, he’d be over the moon. Maybe he didn’t get the full experience of a loving family experience but he’ll give this child EVERYTHING.

Also for modern or canon, Vax is the type to leave little notes or something to constantly check up on you.

“Have you eaten?. Drink some water? Taken your medicine? Let’s go over names for him, her, or them?, etc.”

Is most definitely the type to talk to your stomach, and when the child is born you saw tears of joy as he held you and the newborn close

Scanlan 🎸

Ok yeah so same reaction ☝️ would apply to both of them. “Yep..that’s right. Scanlan’s a dad…again.”

One time you walked in and found a tiny wooden guitar next to a note that says “for our family band 😉”

He won’t talk as much as he will sing to your stomach. You’re a bit touched and shocked at how sweet his songs of family are

The bravado act slips every now and then, as he’s nervous and scared about being a dad but you reassure him that this baby would adore him

The day of birth has him frantic and running all over the place, but the moment he sees that new face looking at him in bright-eyed wonder….he swore to be the best father and more to this kid.

[rockingrobin69]

First Light

It took exactly three seconds to realise what was wrong; Draco blinked sleep-heavy eyes, mouth turning into a frown. The bed was empty apart from him, Harry’s side cold. Oh.

So this was… oh.

Furious—no, sick to his stomach—no, absolutely fuming—Draco leapt off the bed, shaking his head all the while. It didn’t help with how disorientated he felt. After last night, he actually believed… idiot. He knew all along Harry wasn’t serious. That he couldn’t be—

A yellow sticky note sat on the bedside table.

Out to get breakfast. Can’t wait to don’t go anywhere.

…Oh.

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