#I just want to tuck him into bed and sing him lullabies

[rose24207]

Reader left Mafia lando and when lando tracks her down he finds not only her but a baby boy. She left pregnant because she was scared but lando promises to protect them both.

He‘s mine

Summary: Lando tracks you down after two years and discovers your son, vowing to protect you both and rebuild your trust.

Genre: Mafia!Dad!Lando, angst, fluff

TW: Mafia, Running away, mentions of pregnancy

A/N: let me know if you love it! Or not. English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

The rain pounds against the window of your small London flat as you tuck your son, Noah, into bed.

He’s just turned two, his curls damp from his evening bath, his soft little hands clutching the edges of his blanket.

His eyes flutter closed as you hum a lullaby, the same one your mother used to sing to you when you were small.

For a moment, everything is calm. The world outside might be full of danger and shadows, but here, in this room, it’s just you and Noah.

“Mama?” he mumbles sleepily, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, baby?”

“Love you,” he murmurs, a small yawn escaping his lips.

Your heart clenches. “I love you too, Noah. So much.”

You press a kiss to his forehead and tiptoe out of the room, leaving the door open just a crack. In the dim hallway, you take a deep breath, resting your hand against the wall to steady yourself.

Every day is a balancing act, a constant effort to keep the life you’ve built for him intact.

But tonight feels different.

A strange energy hangs in the air, setting your nerves on edge. Shaking it off, you head to the small living room, pulling a blanket around yourself as you sit on the worn sofa.

The rain continues its steady rhythm outside, lulling you into a fragile sense of peace.

Until you hear the knock.

It’s soft at first, almost hesitant. For a second, you think it’s your imagination, but then it comes again—firmer this time.

Your heart races as you stand, your hand instinctively reaching for the small kitchen drawer where you keep a canister of pepper spray.

You approach the door cautiously, the tiny peephole distorting the figure standing on your doorstep.

But even through the rain and distorted glass, you’d know that silhouette anywhere.

Lando.

Your breath catches in your throat as you stare, frozen in place. He’s here. After all this time, he’s here.

You want to run, to hide, to pretend you’re not home, but you know it’s useless. Lando doesn’t show up somewhere unless he’s already certain you’re there.

With trembling hands, you unlock the door but keep the chain latched. The door opens just a crack, revealing his face—sharper now, more weathered, but unmistakably his. His curls are damp from the rain, his dark coat dripping water onto your doorstep.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice low and steady.

“Lando,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

He studies you through the narrow gap, his jaw tight. “Can we talk?”

You glance over your shoulder toward Noah’s room, anxiety bubbling in your chest. “This isn’t a good time.”

His expression hardens. “I’ve been looking for you for two years. I’m not leaving until we talk.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the weight of them settling heavily in the small space between you.

For a moment, you consider slamming the door in his face. But you know Lando better than that.

He won’t leave.

Reluctantly, you close the door just long enough to undo the chain before opening it again.

The tension inside the flat is suffocating as you lead him to the living room. He stands there awkwardly, his eyes scanning the small space. You wonder if he’s judging it, comparing it to the luxurious penthouse you used to share in Monaco.

“Nice place,” he says finally, his tone unreadable.

You fold your arms over your chest, trying to mask your nerves. “What do you want, Lando?”

He looks at you, his piercing blue eyes searching yours. “Why did you leave?”

You’ve imagined this conversation countless times, but now that it’s here, you don’t know where to start. “I... I couldn’t stay,” you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “Your world—it’s dangerous, Lando. I couldn’t raise a child in that.”

His expression falters, his brows knitting together. “A child?”

Before you can respond, a small voice cuts through the tension.

“Mama?”

Both of you turn to see Noah standing in the hallway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He’s clutching a worn stuffed bunny in one hand, his curls messy from the pillow.

Lando freezes, his eyes widening as he looks at the boy. It’s as if the world has stopped spinning, the only sound the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.

“Mama, who’s that?” Noah asks, his voice curious but shy.

You swallow hard, your hands trembling as you walk over and scoop him into your arms. “This is... This is Lando,” you say carefully.

Noah blinks at him, tilting his head. “Lando?”

Lando takes a hesitant step forward, his eyes locked on Noah. “Hey, buddy,” he says softly, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

Noah stares at him for a moment, then buries his face in your shoulder, shy as always around strangers. You rub his back soothingly, but your own heart is pounding.

“He’s mine,” Lando says quietly, though it’s not a question.

You nod, tears welling in your eyes. “His name is Noah.”

For a moment, Lando doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He just stands there, staring at the child in your arms as if trying to process the enormity of it all.

“Noah,” he repeats, his voice breaking slightly.

Noah peeks out from your shoulder, his wide eyes studying Lando curiously. “Are you my friend?” he asks innocently.

Lando’s lips twitch into a small smile. “Yeah, little man. I’m your friend.”

The hours that follow are a blur of emotion and uncertainty. Noah eventually warms up to Lando, his natural curiosity overpowering his initial shyness.

Before long, he’s showing Lando his favorite toys, dragging him to the small play corner in the living room.

“This is Bunny,” Noah announces, holding up the stuffed rabbit proudly. “He’s my best friend.”

“Bunny, huh?” Lando says, crouching down to Noah’s level. “He looks like a good friend.”

“He is,” Noah says seriously. “But he gets scared of monsters.”

Lando’s eyes flicker to you for a moment before he turns back to Noah. “Don’t worry, bud. I’ll keep the monsters away.”

You watch from the kitchen, your heart aching at the sight of them together. Lando has always been good with kids, but seeing him with your son—with his son—is almost too much to bear.

Later that evening, after Noah is tucked back into bed, you and Lando sit together in the living room. The tension has eased slightly, but the unspoken questions between you are still heavy.

“You should have told me,” Lando says quietly, his voice filled with a mixture of hurt and anger.

You lower your gaze, unable to meet his eyes. “I wanted to,” you admit. “But I was scared, Lando. I was scared of what your world would do to him, of what it would do to us.”

“You didn’t trust me to protect you,” he says, his voice raw.

“It’s not that simple,” you say, your voice trembling. “You can’t just protect us from everything. Your world is dangerous, Lando. People get hurt. People die. I couldn’t take that risk—not for him.”

He leans back, running a hand through his curls in frustration. “I would’ve left it all behind,” he says after a moment. “For you. For him. If you’d just told me.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “Lando...”

“I’m not asking you to come back,” he says, cutting you off. “Not yet. But I can’t be away from him. From you. Let me stay. Let me be a part of his life.”

You hesitate, your mind racing. You’ve spent the past two years building a life for Noah, keeping him safe from the dangers of Lando’s world. Letting him in feels like opening a door to all the things you’ve tried so hard to keep out.

But then you think of Noah’s smile when he showed Lando his toys, the way he laughed when Lando made silly voices for Bunny.

“Okay,” you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “But we take it slow. For Noah’s sake.”

Lando nods, relief washing over his face. “Thank you,” he says softly.

The days that follow are a whirlwind of adjustments. Lando stays in a small hotel nearby but spends nearly every waking moment at your flat, bonding with Noah.

At first, Noah is cautious, his shy nature making him hesitant to open up. But Lando’s patience and charm win him over quickly.

Before long, Noah is dragging Lando outside to play in the small garden, laughing as Lando pretends to be a monster chasing him around.

“Mama, look!” Noah shouts one afternoon, holding up a flower he picked. “For you!”

You smile, kneeling down to take it. “Thank you, sweetheart. It’s beautiful.”

“Lando helped me find it,” Noah says proudly, pointing to where Lando is crouched nearby, dirt smudged on his hands.

Lando grins, his eyes meeting yours. “He’s got a good eye,” he says.

So do you, you think, though you don’t say it aloud.

One evening, as the three of you sit together on the sofa watching a cartoon, Noah crawls into Lando’s lap, his little hand clutching Lando’s shirt.

Your heart tightens at the sight, a mix of joy and fear swirling in your chest.

Lando meets your gaze over Noah’s head, his expression soft but serious. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says quietly, as if reading your mind.

For the first time in a long time, you start to believe him.

Thank you for reading!

[this-is-fine-dont-worry]

Hey, where did all the things about Izzy being in the navy before come from? Just curios, was there something in season 1 I missed? Is that a historical fact that we headcannoned?

[chuulyssa]

──── FINDING A SECRET OF THEIRS

pairing ⸺ gojo, geto, toji, sukuna, nanami x reader

cw ⸺ fluff

𝙂𝙊𝙅𝙊

the room is uncharacteristically quiet. after checking into the hotel you were assigned to with gojo, you’re sifting through your luggage in a corner of the room. as you get up to keep your clothes in a closet, a faint, almost imperceptible humming catches your ear. you instantly think the place is haunted, but then you turn towards gojo, who’s lounging on the couch with his blindfold pushed up, seemingly lost in thought.

he’s humming a soft, soothing tune, and you’re surprised. it sounded like a lullaby. but where would he have learned one? was it when he took in megumi? you blink. “are you... humming a lullaby?”

“hm?” he freezes mid-hum, and his lips quirk into a teasing grin as if nothing happened at all. “whoops, caught me,” he says, sitting up. “what, were you so absolutely captivated by my beautiful voice that you forgot to unpack your skincare stuff?”

“already done,” you smile and shake your head. “i’m just surprised you can sing. what are you singing though?”

for a little moment, his expression is neutral, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking. then he scratches the back of his head and looks away. “it’s nothing… just something my mom used to sing to me when i was small. i… uh… don’t remember the words.”

you tilt your head at him; he really is quite adorable. you keep your folded clothes on your bed and move to sit beside him, nudging him softly. “must’ve been nice if you still remember that. though i think you would’ve been quite a naughty child.”

he chuckles, pouting at you. “nope! wrong! i was the cutest one. too bad you missed it.”

“well, you’ll just have to show me then.”

“show what?”

“give me a baby that looks just like you.”

“you’re on.”

𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙊

the quiet of his quarters is broken by the sound of a drawer sliding open. you’ve been helping geto sort through some old belongings when you find a small, dusty old photograph tucked away. you immediately shift the socks covering it and brush some of the dust off. it was a picture of him with two young girls, both of them giggling at the camera. geto’s arms were wrapped around them, and they were feeding him what looked like a lollipop.

“sugu?” “hmm?” he hummed back, turning to you.

“look what i found!” you ask, holding the delicate paper up to him. “are these the sisters you were talking about that day?”

geto’s eyes soften the moment he sees it. he takes the photo from your hands, his thumb brushing over the girls’ faces in the picture. “yeah. mimiko and nanako. can’t believe you remembered that.”

“i’ve seen how fondly you talk about them,” you sit beside him and murmur. “and you all look so happy together.”

“we were,” he says quietly. “i’d take them out for sweets whenever i was free — before… you know…”

“before you joined jujutsu high?”

“before… yeah,” he sighs, before smiling a small smile when he looks at the picture again. “they always fought over the last piece of taiyaki.”

“and who would win?”

he chuckles softly. “i let them think they did. ate the scraps myself. but it was nothing, i liked seeing them do their little victory dance.”

there’s a faraway look in his eyes now, as if he’s thinking of something distant, trying to recall a lost memory. you hesitate a little, but eventually place a hand on his arm. “can we visit them anytime soon?”

“don’t know if i can face them after not seeing them for so long,” he glances up at you, nodding. “but i want them to meet you. they’d love you.”

𝙏𝙊𝙅𝙄

you’re rummaging through toji’s toolbox looking for spare toffees (he usually hid them there away from little megumi) when your hand pokes something hard. you wince and look into the box to check what it was. you take the object out, it’s a small, intricately carved wooden bird. your lips curve into a grin and you pick it up, running your fingers over the smooth surface.

you run to the kitchen to show him your finding.

“what’s this?” you ask, holding it up to your eye level.

toji looks over his shoulders from the dishes he was washing. “just something i made. where did you find it?”

“in the toolbox! but, you made this?” you look at him, impressed.

“i can do stuff, you know,” he says gruffly, turning back to his dishes.

“yeah but… it’s so pretty. do you have others as well?”

“yea, used to make lots of those as toys for the brat. he likes the cat.”

“there’s a CAT?”

“uh huh,” he said. “don’t go spreading this around though. got a reputation to keep.”

“if you make me stuff too, sure!”

“alright alright keep your hair on,” he smiled a little. “thanks though. would’ve forgotten about that if you didn’t come here. not many people bother to notice stuff like that you know.”

𝙎𝙐𝙆𝙐𝙉𝘼

you hear it before you see it — the quiet clink of metal and the soft scrape of stone. wandering into sukuna’s private quarters is fun until you get lost amidst all the bones and skeletons. you wonder how he keeps the room smelling great despite all the garbage he owns. turning to another door hoping to see something familiar, you stop short. there he is, something familiar.

sukuna is kneeling in front of a small bonsai tree, delicately trimming its branches with precise movements, as if he was a professional.

“what the hell?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

sukuna glances at you, clearly annoyed. “what? what does it look like?” he snaps, as if embarrassed to have been caught this way.

“you… like plants?” the idea of the king of curses fussing over a little bonsai is almost laughable.

he snorts, setting down his shears. “keeps my hands steady. and it's a better company than most, especially the mortals i’ve come to associate with as of late.”

“if by ‘mortals’ you mean me then i’ve already told you to stop calling me that.” you step closer to get a better look at the miniature tree. “it’s so pretty, i didn’t know you had a soft side.”

“don’t,” he warns. after a beat though, he adds reluctantly. “takes patience to do this, woman. it’s just to… uh… help me train in combat.”

“mhm.”

“yes.”

“suuuuuuureeee.”

“now step out of this room. you may not interrupt my alone time with nature.”

𝙉𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙄

it’s a slow day at the office, and you’re sitting in a chair in front of nanami’s desk with him opposite you, drowned in paperwork. you flip through the books on his desk when you notice one particularly well-worn copy. what could that be? you pull it out, only to realize it’s a poetry collection.

“you read poetry?” you ask as he sets his pen down to give you his complete attention

he glances at the book in your hands. “occasionally.”

you skim through the pages. there are lots and lots of lines about love and romance. you giggle a bit, feeling giddy. he blinks at you before adding, “it helps me think.”

“think about what?”

“about you.”

you smile hard. “read it to me?” you hold out the book to him, eyes shining in excitement.

he raises an eyebrow but takes the book, then recites in a low voice:

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”

you tilt your head in confusion, though your smile cannot be discreet at all. “what does it mean?”

“it talks about when you love someone completely.”

“completely?”

“precisely. quite like how i love you.”

© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[anadiasmount]

as time gets close - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: almost close to your due date, what is wrong with a late-night grocery trip with your very excited and anxiously waiting fiance?

wc: 1.8k | masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa 🗣️: a little dad! jude blurb bc we haven’t seen much of this on the timeline!! like always hope you enjoy 🤍

"why are you bending down? you know that is bad for you," you rolled your eyes at your fiance's scolding, grabbing the keys from the floor. "i dropped the keys by accident," you say as you pick the correct key that belonged to the lock. jude rubbed your belly, ensuring you were okay before helping you out to the car, the reusable bags tucked underneath his arm.

"did you bring the list?" you ask him seeing as he nods and pulls it out from the pockets of his hoodie. "i did. i also brought you some snacks because you didn't eat much after getting some nausea," you pouted your lips leaning up to peck his cheek thanking him. "what would i do without you?" you tease, a playful scoff falling from his lips.

"what makes you think you'd be without me? i'm attached to you for life remember?" he grabs your left hand kissing over your ring finger as he gives you a knowing look. you feel as he brings your intertwined hands to your belly, "and you're carrying my baby in there."

"really i couldn't tell," you say sarcastically.

"let's make it quick because my feet already hurt and i want to sleep," you advised letting out a tired yawn. despite being close to your due date, you still had some work to do before maternity leave. making calls to set meetings, attending them over zoom, filing paperwork, in charge of making sure the firm doesn't backfire, and planning some stuff out for your wedding.

jude had told you multiple times to take it easy, but placing that aside, he always helped you unconditionally. in the shower, when cooking, taking care of chores, before bed, and attending all your doctor's appointments. he was your personal midwife and wanted to take care of you the most he could.

you remembered to look on his face when you told him you were expecting, the tears on his face as he spoke to your barely bump all night and traced his hands on your belly. singing and humming lullabies and stories about his day. since then he wanted to protect you the best he could.

going to the grocery store at this time was nothing new, in fact, it became so prevalent now that you were pregnant because you craved everything. making jude do a late run to pick up your cravings or groceries for the upcoming weeks. the same store, at the same time.

you placed your purse on the cart, snuggling into your jacket as the cold air inside the store blew you away. you followed jude who picked out veggies and greens for his meal prepping, helping him tie the bags and weigh them on the digital scale that produced labels. you watched in awe as your boyfriend picked out three pairs of different flowers. "what are these for?" you asked, smelling the flowery scent.

"for the house. we need to replace the old ones that dried out," jude says with a shy grin. "you were the one who said plants and flowers bring a sense of home into our house, " jude recalled your words, kissing your temple, pushing the cart since it became a bit heavier. "i did say that didn't i? well i wasn't wrong," you shrug, wrapping a hand around his bicep as he trailed along isles to pick up the different items on the list.

he did all the heavy lifting as you reached and picked stuff up from your level, like spices and eggs. you turn your back for a few seconds to retrieve some milk and coffee beans for the morning, to see the cart filled with pop tarts and other salty snacks. "no no no," you shake your head, as jude whines out protests. "y/n we need them! they're even on sale!"

“jude, i don’t care! we just got some three days ago!,” you say laughing, putting back the box of pop tarts. “y/n i’m telling you right now, in a couple of hours or days you’re gonna have me running back here for them,” jude states following behind you.

“am not!” you quickly defend, bringing a hand to your aching back. “are too! last night you had me running out for cheetos. what’s it going to be today? kettled popcorn? or wingstop?” jude teased making you rolls your eyes and focusing back on to what needed to get done. “don’t forget we need to pick some of that acid reflex stuff for you, to get rid of the heartburn,” jude reminds you, taking the cart and walking out of the pop tarts isle, sneaking a box in for you.

“what’s left on the list?” you ask him, taking out a small snack you had in your purse and offering some to jude. “we need bananas, strawberries, orange juice, and meats for upcoming dinners…” jude reads the list one by one, using his index finger as he goes along.

you pass by an isle grabbing some cereal and granola for your yogurts and bowls. jude insisting he grabs his favorite too since you refuse to share from your part. as you wait by the deli section jude come behind you, grabbing your belly and relieving some of the pressure.

you immediately lay your head back on his shoulder sighing in relief, hearing jude chuckle and place a kiss on your head. “almost there darling,” he whispered running one of his hands along your tummy. “i know what you’re doing jude… and if this baby starts kicking right now i’ll leave you here,” you warn.

“i’m just trying to help you love. doesn’t it feel good?” he reprimanded as you nodded. “yes but not when she starts kicking, i swear she does it on purpose and it’s your fault. like she knows it you,” you said feeling your lower back less tense and heavy. "i kid you not, last night she almost made me pee from this hard kick!"

"sounds to me like we have a mini footballer coming into our lives," said jude continuing to hold your belly since you were tired and your baby was heavy. he had read the method online with other tips and tricks. jude got more into reading when he found out you were pregnant, wanting to know every effect and secret to ensure a healthy and safe pregnancy.

"let's hope not, i don't think i could handle cleaning up broken stuff around the house every day," you sigh, releasing yourself from his hold because you began to get hot. you didn’t understand how your body was so quick to adjust and then de-adjust from hot and cold, but it was so easy and it drove you mad sometimes.

“you okay?” jude softened his eyes as you let out a breath of despair, holding your hand and feeling a sit squeezed tightly against his. “yeah just got a mini cramp,” you held your back and practiced breathing methods you learned, “i’m good, i promise,” you kiss his hand before retrieving the meats from the butcher. "we'll get home soon, and i promise you a warm tea and massage okay?"

"did you want chocolate or strawberry milk?" jude held up the pint containers, "strawberry, we still have chocolate milk at home," you said, jude nodding as he quickly picked the orange juice and your favorite yogurts. "i was never a fan of sweet or flavored milk but these are soooo good," you exaggerated, jude smiling hard down at you.

"never a fan? these were my childhood as a kid! my mum used to buy these or the powder to make it ourselves," jude says recalling a old memory thinking of his babygirl. "you reckon she'll like them too?" jude spoke softly as he saw you give him a fast nod. if there was one thing loved it was discussing his babygirl. he was so anxious and wanted to meet her. the itch in his teeth getting bigger as every day passes.

to hold her while she slept, hug her to keep her warm, coddle her to sleep, feed her. he was ready for it all. he loved to shop and spoil her already. her carrier, crib, different books, toys, and stuffed animals like he had as a kid. she didn't know it yet, but she would be jude's second best friend. firstly you. always you.

they saw if one ever finds love at first sight, and jude definitely did with you. a smile so bright, eyes gleaming with happiness, a stranger who he fell madly with almost immediately after hearing her say hello. through ups and downs, you found your way to each other and since then, it's a love story for the movies. jude had his career blowing, a beautiful fiancee, and now a baby on the way. what more could he want?

as jude helped bag the groceries into the recycled bags you had, you paid and thanked the cashier whom you got close with on nights like these. asking how her day was, about her kids, anything special, always something to distract her. "you two have a safe night!" she yelled as you turned and thanked, wishing her a good night as well.

after you insisted on helping, you carried four light bags as jude carried most bags since he hated double trips. you guys quickly unpacked everything, longing and wishing to get into bed. you ensure the stove and other appliances are off, grabbing your tea and heading upstairs with jude.

"lay here for me," jude instructed, grabbing some cream and begging to smooth and massage out the muscles on your legs and shoulders. "after we have her, i promise i'll return every single thing you did for me while i was pregnant," you say struggled and full pleasure as the tension went away at jude's fingertips. "oh i'm fully expecting the injured boyfriend method again," jude teased as he finished up.

he grabbed a new book, laying on your side as you brushed and played with a few curls on his head, twirling them around your finger as he breathed softly. he looked so gentle and full of excitement like this, reading to your babygirl, who sensed her daddy's voice as she kicked. she knew, she always knew.

he applied your belly oil to prevent any stretch marks and kissed the small ones that formed along the way. jude cherished your body for carrying his baby in there, for being able to give and bring a new life into his and yours. you laid on your side, jude's chest connecting and fitting the crevasse on your back, holding your tummy as in a way to keep it safe.

you placed and locked hands with his, as jude wishing you a goodnight, peering kissed on your shoulders then finally lips, moaning in delight, a tiny groan leaving his lips. "i love you so much darling," he whispered, kissing your temple and snuggling into you more. "iloveyoutoojude," you said fast, with a playful smile on your lips as you felt a familiar sensation of a certain craving. "okay now i do want some pop tarts..."

"are you serious right now?"

[bamfkeeper]

Parents.

Kurt Wagner x F!reader

RQ: 'CAN WE PLS GET MORE DAD!KURT HC'S??? PLS I BEG' - @thel0v3hashira143

Warnings: Baby themes, mentions of breastfeeding and other recovery things from birth and pregnancy.

A/N: Pleaseee I love Kurt as a dad <3 Dad!Kurt has to have a goatee I don't make the rules 😩

Kurt loves being a dad. He's always wanted to be a father and he was so excited when you got pregnant and gave birth. He was so attentive to you, and during labor and the birthing process, he was there helping as much as possible.

When it was the first night home from the hospital, he made sure you got your baby inside safely and you got to bed right away. He didn't want you moving around too much. He had already prepped the bedroom, the bassinet was beside the bed for you to easily reach for your baby at night for feedings.

He had water, cream, medicine, everything you needed. He popped up at night when he felt you move, checking on you nearly every hour.

If you wanted to only breastfeed, he'd absolutely be okay with that, and he'd make sure you were alright doing so. He would help you pump and offer bottles if you needed, but he'd mostly try to respect your wants.

I don't think Kurt would care what gender the baby is. He'd love it no matter what. I always had a feeling that if he had a boy he'd name it Gabriel.

Names in general can be played with. You can imagine him going the religious route, or the German route, or if you have a name you like from your own culture, then you could choose that. Kurt is just happy you're having a baby, the name isn't something he's going to argue about with you.

Kurt is absolutely super protective over the baby and you, especially fresh from the hospital. He advocates your wishes to all your friends and family. No visitors, no pictures, no holding the newborn, etc. whatever rules you have.

You love watching him hold your baby, how he cradles them in his arms and hums so sweetly. He gently rubs his nose into the baby's tiny one, he's so gentle with them.

He kisses your baby's feet, listening to the sweet giggles because his beard tickles their toes. He loves to give them raspberries too.

He likes to sing German lullabies or songs to your baby. His singing voice is actually really good.

You thought Kurt was protective before, but once your baby moves around more often, he becomes even more so. Anyone says anything about your baby's appearance or yours after your pregnancy, he loses it. You didn't think that would get you going but...damn.

Your baby would be bilingual. They'd learn English and German growing up.

Walking is fun. With the tiny tail your baby has, balance is much easier, so your baby is walking long before normal babies walk.

As your baby grows, their little voice develops an accent in both languages, and you both adore it. Kurt is so proud of your little one, going on and on about how smart they are and how they get it from you.

Kurt loves dressing your baby too, he definitely puts them in little overalls or lederhosen.

Kurt plays with your little one all the time, especially at parks, he loves pushing them in the swing and sliding down the slide with them in his lap. He absolutely makes up extravagant make believe scenarios about sailing the seas on a big pirate ship, aka the couch.

Speaking of...pirate costumes for Halloween is a MUST.

Also let's not forget the spoiling your child will endure. Kurt gets them whatever they want. Stuffed animals, toys, clothes, sweets, within reason of course. But he can't resist.

Kurt loves to cook German dishes for you and your child, it makes him happy to do and it connects you and your child closer to his roots.

Bedtime stories are big for Kurt too. The showman he is, he tells the stories in different voices, he completely acts out the parts to make your child giggle and laugh. He tucks your little one in and gives them a kiss, a soft lullaby, then it's off to dreamland.

You adore seeing this side of Kurt, he's grown into a wonderful parent, even if he did have some worries before. He is absolutely perfect. A perfect father and a perfect husband.

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover images: Immortal X-Men #7 (2022), Pinterest for others

[senascoop]

☁︎ . , SING ME A SONG , L.HS !

PAIRING: boyfriend ! heeseung × girlfriend ! afab reader. SYNOPSIS: when you can't fall asleep and heeseung tries to help by singing you a song (so random lol but anyways) GENRE: fluff, drabble. WORD COUNT: 540. [ARCHIVE]

♫︎ REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

You’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and counting every single flaw in the paint as if it’s the world’s most gripping bedtime story. Beside you, Heeseung is sound asleep, his soft breaths steady and peaceful, making you slightly envious. You roll over, sighing, poking his shoulder gently.

“Hee… Heeseung,” you whisper, trying not to startle him. His eyes flutter open, a little dazed. He blinks at you in confusion, his hair adorably mussed up.

“What’s wrong?” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep, reaching out to pull you closer. He tucks you under his arm, his fingers lightly brushing over your shoulder in an attempt to soothe you back to sleep.

You sigh dramatically. “I can’t sleep.”

He lets out a small, amused chuckle, his warm hand moving to rub gentle circles on your back. “You woke me up… to tell me you can’t sleep?” he teases, a lopsided smile forming on his face.

“Yes, exactly,” you pout, looking up at him, and he can’t resist kissing the top of your head. “You’re my boyfriend, remember? Isn’t helping me fall asleep in the job description?”

He lets out an exaggerated sigh but plays along. “Fine, fair enough. What do you want me to do? Count sheep for you? Maybe sing you a lullaby?”

You perk up immediately at the mention of singing, a little mischievous smile spreading across your face. “Sing me something,” you say, not missing a beat.

He laughs, rolling his eyes but sitting up a bit. “Oh, so now I’m a jukebox, huh?”

But he relents, clearing his throat dramatically, because he knows this is just another excuse to see that satisfied grin on your face. He leans in close, just an inch or so from your face, and starts humming, choosing a random song that’s both comforting and terribly off-key.

You stifle a laugh as he begins to sing softly, his voice barely above a whisper and hilariously out of tune. But it’s sweet, in that totally Heeseung kind of way. His eyes are half-closed, brows furrowed in exaggerated concentration as if he’s performing at some grand concert just for you.

“Oh, you’re really going for it, huh?” you whisper, holding back a giggle.

He pauses to flash you a teasing grin. “You wanted a song, you’re getting a song,” he whispers back, resuming his rendition with even more enthusiasm.

Before you know it, his arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his chest as he sways a bit, as if rocking you to sleep. His voice softens, the notes becoming gentler, his fingers absentmindedly brushing through your hair. The silly tune somehow fades into something almost soothing.

He stops for a second, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead. “Better?” he murmurs, voice filled with warmth and affection.

You nod, finally feeling that familiar drowsiness creeping in, your eyes becoming heavy. His fingers continue to trace soothing circles on your arm, and he hums softly, the sound calming you in a way you hadn’t expected.

“Goodnight, sleepyhead,” he whispers, pulling you a little closer, his breath tickling your cheek.

You smile, cuddling closer into him, finally letting your eyes close, surrounded by his warmth, feeling completely at ease.

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[velarisnightsky444]

Angel of Music

Flufftober Day 14: Singing to Sleep with Azriel

Azriel x Rhysand!Sister OC

AN: This is a little sneak peak for my Stargirl fic. OC is Rhysand's twin sister and Azriel's mate. She has some trauma, but it's not something you need to know for just reading this excerpt.

CW: Nightmares, insomnia

Summary: OC is struggling to sleep, and she asks for help from her mate.

Word Count: 410

October Masterlist

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     I woke up with a harsh gasp, jolting straight up, loud breaths leaving my lips as I tried to catch my breath. The pitiful tears were streaming down my face, tears I had cried in my sleep. In my dreams, I was right back in that horrific place. I would never, ever escape. 

     I thought that with time, the nightmares would go away. But it had been so long, and still, I dreamed of those terrible years. I saw his face every time I closed my eyes, and I couldn't stand it anymore. 

     Azriel groaned as he woke up, his hazel eyes fluttering open, a yawn on his lips. He sat up when he noticed the state I was in, his wing wrapping around me delicately. 

"Nightmare again?" he asked gently, his soft voice laced with lethargy. 

"Yes," I whispered, sniffling as I wiped the tears from my violet eyes. "I can't sleep, Azzy." 

"What's wrong, love?" he murmured softly into my ear. 

"I don't want to have another nightmare," I replied, tucking myself into his strong arms. 

We laid back down on the bed, my head resting on his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me closer to him. I nuzzled my face in his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. Reminding myself that he was real, and my dreams were not. 

"Will you sing to me?" I asked him, my quiet voice shaking just slightly. 

"Sing?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

"Like my mother used to when none of us could sleep," I recalled, the memories of her voice singing in my head. She had such a beautiful, soothing voice. And when she sang, my nightmares disappeared. 

"I remember," he hummed, kissing my cheek softly. "Okay, baby."

A smile stretched across my features, my eyes closing as he began to sing one of the lullabies my mother had sung to us as kids. My favorite. One she had sung since Rhys and I were just little babes. 

A maiden mother, meek and mild, In cradle keep, a knavë child, That softly sleep; she sat and sang. Baw me bairne, sleep softly now.

He had the voice of an angel. It made me sad that I was the only one he shared his gorgeous voice with. I always encouraged him to share his singing with others. But he was shy, something I had always found cute about him.  

His voice calmed me into a deep sleep. One free of nightmares. 

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[page-yerin]

𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘. 강태현

sypnosis: you can’t sleep so your boyfriend comes over to help

genre(s): fluff

pairing: nonidol!kang taehyun x afab!reader

trigger warnings: profanity, (mentions of) insomnia

a/n: i wrote this for myself honestly LMAOO insomnia really loves messing with me these days

for my fellow insomniacs that stan taehyun<3

You toss around your bed for what seemed like the nth time, the mattress sheets shuffling under you. With a heavy sigh, you roll around to the small table on left side of the bed. Your fingers lightly tap on your phone screen, the brightness spreading and lighting up the whole room.

2 AM. Well.. shit.

You groan into your pillow, coming out as muffled grumbles. All you wanted was sleep, even one hour, but insomnia just had to bite you. Not even the lingering scent in your boyfriend’s clothes could help.

Tired—literally, and of no sleep—you grasp your phone. You pull it over to you, laying sideways on your pillow and pressing your boyfriend’s contact.

[y/nie] : taeee are u awake? can’t sleep ㅠㅠ

You knew he probably wasn’t, but it gave you some comfort to let him know you were awake. Although, you did feel guilty if your message wakes him up in the middle of the night.

You get up from the bed and manage to stumble downstairs, eyelids heavy and exhausted. You plop down onto the couch next to the front door with a deep exhale. You pick up the remote next to you, turning on the TV in front of you.

Just a few minutes into the video, the doorbell rings. Taehyun. You hastily shut off the TV and dash to the door, opening it.

Your boyfriend stands there, at your door, the street lights reflecting onto his skin in the dark of night. Taehyun scans you up and down, a gentle smile enveloping on his face. “You look really cute in my shirt.”

Your eyes widen, feeling heat rising to your cheeks and your stomach filling with butterflies. “Thanks..”

Taehyun slowly steps into your house, closing the door behind him. As soon as the door shuts, he snakes his arms around your waist and lowers his chin onto your shoulder.

“Were you on your phone before you went to sleep?” Taehyun murmurs into your ear as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck.

“Mhm..” You hum, feeling his lips press onto your collarbone. Taehyun pulls away to look at you, eyes softening.

“That’s why you can’t sleep, princess..” He scolds lightly. You nod sheepishly, letting your head fall to Taehyun’s chest.

You hear Taehyun sigh before sliding one arm to your upper back. He pulls his other arm away from you, moving to one side of you and crouching to slide his other arm under your thighs. He then lifts you up bridal style, making you letting out a small squeak.

You lean against his chest as Taehyun carries you upstairs, pushing the door of your bedroom open. He gently lays you onto your bed, going back to close the door. He returns shortly after and slips in next to you.

You shuffle towards him, laying your head on his chest. “Sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night..”

“It’s okay, love. I got up because I want you to be able to sleep.” Taehyun tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You look up at him and whisper, “Can you sing for me? It might help me sleep.”

Taehyun looks back down at you with a small smile, wrapping his arms around your torso. “Anything for you, princess.”

Your heart flutters at his endearing words, and warmth envelopes you as Taehyun holds you close. Your eyes shut as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat and his soft lullaby. Sleep once again welcomes you in open arms.

[mx-pastelwriting]

RDR2 HC - How They'd React to you coming to them when its a cold night.

RDR2 x GN! Reader

Summary: How They'd React to you coming to them when its a cold night.

Warnings: Fluff, Cuddles, Established Relationship

Characters: Dutch van der Linde, Arthur Morgan, Javier Escuella, Charles Smith, Bill Williamson, Hosea Matthews, John Marston

Dutch van der Linde

-Would wake up startled and reach for his gun under his pillow, but quickly sees it's just you.

-He takes a breath, a sign of relief, and asks you with a laugh what you're doing in his tent.

-Only dating for two months, you never spend a night in Dutch's tent. He respected your choice to go slowly, but on this cold night, everyone had to huddle up near the fire, leaving no room for you.

-Explaining to him, he happily opens his blanket for you to snuggle in. His hands wrap around your waist, him being the big spoon.

-Being so close, he whispers into your ear, telling you how much he loves you and the moments you have.

Dutch spoke sweet nothing into your ear, his warm body welcoming you, the shivering one. As you fall asleep, he pulls you closer into his chest. He kisses the back of your neck, making you laugh in your sleepy state. Not stopping, he locked his fingers with yours to bring you more warmth. Your eyes started to fall closed; he noticed and pulled the blanket over you, tucking you in with a final kiss on the cheek before you fell asleep.

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Arthur Morgan

-Would be up and see you coming to his bed; through the five months you had been dating, you had only been next to him in bed three times.

-It wasn’t a regular thing to come to his bed and cuddle with him, but he welcomed you with open arms.

-He could feel how cold it was, so he moved over before pulling you onto his chest and putting the blanket around you.

-Saying nothing, the only thing you hear is his warm breaths and his heartbeat, which you could only hear in his little space.

-Waiting until you stop shaking, he gives you a kiss on the hand, taking it from the warm underside of the blanket before you fall asleep.

You could feel Arthur's hand cup your cheek; its warmth tingled your cheek, and as it came closer, you kissed him, causing a hummed laugh from him. Smiling, you cuddle in more into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist as he did yours, and looking up, you meet his eyes. You kiss him, cuddling up into his neck. Taking a final deep breath, you close your eyes, having his breaths lullaby you to sleep. You could faintly catch an "I love you," but you chalked it up to the crackling of the fire a few feet away.

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Javier Escuella

-After his song for the night, as he was getting ready for bed, he saw you come over with your bedding.

-Would greet you and help you place your bedding next to his by the fire. As you both lay down, he faces you, warping his arm around your waist.

-You only started dating, but he made you feel like the only thing in his world. Dutch had nothing on you in Javier's eyes.

-He kisses you as he talks to you and then sings you to sleep, his voice like honey, like his kisses now on your cheek and forehead.

-Pulls you in closer as he sings to intertwine his legs with yours, tucking in your blanket more, and watching you fall asleep.

Javier's arms were warmly tucked under your arms, and his voice sang softly with words only for you. With your eyes closed, you could hear a smile on his face and his hand caressing his thumb. He planted kisses on your nose before going back to singing, He didn't care if anyone listened to him; he wanted them to know how much he loved you, despite him not being able to say it just yet because it would be too soon. He let you fall asleep with his love song playing in the background as you faded into sleep.

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Charles Smith

-You would have to get him off guard duty; thankfully, he was just about to switch with Bill.

-The bedding was already set up beforehand by you; you watched him as you shook under the blankets.

-Only dating for five and a half months just about how long he had been with you and the gang—you noticed how talkative and close he had been to, among other things, so you took that to confess your love for him.

-He quickly gets in, warping his arms around you and letting you rest your head on his chest. He rubs his hand on your arm, trying his best to warm you up.

-He kisses you on the top of your head, and he told you stories that his mother told him.

Listening to his stories, you tuck your arm close to you as you hear his faint heartbeat with his lungs air coming in or out, letting him continue with his story. You watched the fire going with the wind, but your eyes fought to close, and Charles's voice lulled you to sleep. It was quickly affecting you. With his arm soothing you, in the end, you lost hearing his warm voice as you faded into sleep.

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Bill Williamson

-He would be a bit drunk, and you would have to get him to bed or at least tell him it's bedtime.

-He was a very lovely dove to you when he was drunk, so tucking him in was easy, and he pulled you to his chest. He mumbles "I love you" a lot.

-Kisses you so much all over your face, but if you tell him to stop, he does because he knows he smells like beer.

-You dated him for a year now, and throughout that time, you've made him less of an asshole, but he's still your Bill.

-A living space heater keeping you warm through the night, he would snuggle into your neck in the middle of the night.

Bill kissed your cheek and neck, talking about how much he loves you, and you laughed as his kisses tickled your skin. Soon after you asked him to stop, he thought about it for a minute, then did snuggle into your neck. His arms warped around you, but he continued to whisper "I love you" in your ear, kissing you one last time before letting you both go to sleep.

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Hosea Matthews

-Would wake up when you get into his bed, though not getting his gun as you tell him it's you.

-He cuddles you quickly, feeling that you were shaking. He whispers that you're okay and rubs your arms, the friction from which gives you more warmth.

-He gives you kisses on your cheek and forehead, then cups your face, trying everything to make you stop shaking.

-When you did, he pulled you closer. Now he had to get you to sleep. He makes voices and tells stories about getting people out of money.

-Though he had made you laugh up a storm, you were exhausted after his words. He noticed and gave you a kiss one last time before you fell asleep.

Hosea rubbed your arms, slowly kissing the top of your head. He whispered something you couldn't make out, but it soothed you. You listened to his lungs and heartbeat as they slowed, then heard his soft snores. You huffed a laugh at it, but quickly you fell under the sleep spell, and you cuddled closer. Closing your eyes, you fall asleep, hoping you can wake before him to get him coffee. You love when his face lights up.

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John Marston

-He would be so confused waking up to your cold body next to him shaking, but he would ask you "What's wrong?".

-After telling him, he pulls you closer to him, kissing your cheek. His voice was hoarse as he told you how cold you were.

-He pulled the blanket up more, letting you intertwine your legs with his.

-He wanted to move you both next to the fire, but he could not when your shaking had come to a stop.

-Trying not to fall asleep first, but losing the battle, he talked little loving things into your ear with a final "I love you".

John put his hand on your back, rubbing it here and there; you could feel his body move like he was wanting to move, but you had only just stopped shaking. He had laid back down and continued to talk, pulling you closer. You could hear in his words how he slurred; he was falling asleep. Patting his chest, you tell him to go to sleep, but he tells you he's not tired, so you just leave it with a smile, letting yourself fall into the sweet bliss of sleep.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

[lady-ashfade]

Lullaby: Soft moments shared between you and demon slayer characters.

Plot: The character find themselves being sang by you. Either way it’s adorable. Everyone can be romantic or platonic.

Reader: Can sing (just pretend).

I really like “All is found.” From frozen. Leave me alone. And reader in her “fight song” era.

Character: Muichiro Tokito, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira.

Requests are open! (You can try and send in some for my event happening)

The sheets ruffle as you take a seat on the side of tanjiro’s bed, his arms wrapped up in bandages and a cold rag pressed on his forehead. You looked at him as he just smiled kindly at you. “You can leave. I will be okay.” You wanted to believe that, you wanted to leave him be but your own guilt stopped you from moving.

“Not until you sleep. I know how this can feel” you reach up and move the hair off his face, “Being in a medical bed can be tough.” Offering a smile. He just sighed but happily and defeated because he couldn’t convince you to leave. “I used to be here all the time when I first joined, I had my own bed since I was here every week.” You laughed at yourself and continued to play with his hair.

“There was a sweet old lady named Kokoro. She took care of me most of them time, the woman cared for everyone like her own children.” He hummed underneath you and closed his eyes, still listening but trying to find some peace to drift off. You playing with his hair was calming down a lot. “She used to sing to me, a old song..” you took a breath and smiled.

“Where the north winds met the sea” you sang softly and not to loud. Tanjir opened his eyes to look at you while you closed your own with a smile.

“There a river full of memories” you continue to sing and play with his hair. Tanjiro felt at easy and closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of your soft voice. It’s been two long since he had someone sing to him, he never thought it would happen again.

Half way through the song you notice his breaths become softer and easier, you knew he was sleeping as he parted his lips. So you slowly stopped and lifted yourself up off the bed as carefully as you could. Leaning down you kiss his forehead.

“Goodnight Tanjiro.” He subconsciously smiled in his sleep.

Zenitsu refused to leave your lap, his arms grabbed ahold of you when you tried to push him away. He just need to be near someone because the mission had scared him to the ends of the earth. It was a horrible nightmare for the squad, you were the only willing to put up with him- Or at first.

But you let him stay because you saw how scared he was, you made him lay back on your lap which he happily did. He blushed when you put a hand in his hair and massaged his scalp, he focused on your warmth and breathing. A blanket tucked over him as he closed his eyes and tried to think calming thoughts.

(You know his language is touch, even if it’s platonic)

“Zenitsu,” your voice rang through his ears and he hummed in return, “Can I sing to you? I know how that can relax someone.” You look down and see his eyes open carefully. His cheeks dusted pink as he nodded and closed his eyes back as a way to hide his embarrassment. But it didn’t help. You chuckled softly at him and let your fingers work in his hair.

You began to sing the lullaby, “Where the north wind meets the sea” he listened carefully and his cheeks just burned brighter. He couldn’t believe you were singing to him, to help him sleep. You had a nice voice and sounded soothing.

He relaxed himself and focused on the lyrics and tried not to think of anything else but you, your voice and the hand in his hair. Slowly he drifted deep and deeper into sleep until it took over his body.

Seeing a bubble coming from his noses made you try and not laugh but you found it adorable. If you hadn’t had stayed with him he wouldn’t have been able to sleep and you knew that. So now he is carefree and getting the rest he needs. It filled you with pride.

You pulled him off you carefully and onto the pillow but he put up good fight, until you finally handed him your own pillow and he cuddled that into his body. You smiled and patted his head and got yourself up and headed to bed yourself knowing everyone was asleep.

This wasn’t on his agenda for the night, he wanted to go back to the mansion but you had dragged him in to a dang safe house. He was hurt, and he was tired. So he stayed but kept quiet, until you wouldn’t leave the room while he laid down.

“Why aren’t you leaving?” He turned to see you smile and set down your our own bed things, “I wouldn’t be able to sleep without knowing your safe.” He blinked at you confused until he remembered what had happened on the mission. The two of you got separated which he didn’t think about but you did, looking for him far and wide and got panicked when you didn’t see him.

He remembered you pulling in into a hug and crying about how you thought he was dead or hurt. He was confused at the time and still is confuse why you care so much. “I’m fine.” He closes his eyes and took a deep breath. You look at him and seat yourself down in the sheets and sighed.

It was a few seconds of silence until you started to sing and his eyes shot wide and looked over at you. His eyes the same look as they aways have and he just stared at you. Poor boy was like “👀” in his bed roll. You just turned to him and smiled very sweetly and continued.

He oddly liked your voice and how your song sounded. He couldn’t help but close his own eyes and enjoy the song you sang and just drift to sleep. It was calming and comforting for him.

Maybe you joining his mission weren’t so bad.

This big dummy was so startled the first time you sang him, especially while he was trying to sleep. It was after a mission of course and even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was worried you would be taken. Or die in the middle of the night. The events of the day had him spiraling when he saw you almost get beaten and thrown around.

So you two shared a room and it was comfortable because even though he snores, you were glad he would allow you to.

Inosuke was laying down and his mouth opened and ready to fall asleep. Until he hears your voice start to sing, and down pretty. He shot up so fast, “What the hell are you doing? I’m trying to sleep.” He shouted adt you laughed and stopped. “I like to sing before I go to bed, do you have a song you want?”

He blinked at you and growled, “Just shut up.” But you just laughed and sit back and ignored his wishes and continue to sing. He stayed there for a minute while his eyes twitched, you just ignored him. It pissed him off.

The sound of your voice echoed through the room and his ear’s listening for a minute made his mind stopped for a minute. Why the hell did he feel fuzzy? Why was your singing making him feel different? You looked over him and see his gaze just soften and staring at you, not angry or anything like he normally was. But I’m admiration.

“Come here.” You open your arms for him. Inosuke rolled his eyes and you saw a blush form on his cheeks, “Whatever.” He mumbled trying to get his dignity intact. He pulled his bed closer to yours and lays his head on your chest.

You put your hand in his hair and sang to him, a old song telling a story to make him happy. Inosuke felt calm like this. He wondered how you could just do this to him? Where you a demon with magic to calm him down? Or did you just care, like tanjiro but better?

Whenever it was he was happy to be in your arms.

[newtonsheffield]

Since I read Anthony talking to Neddy before sleep I can't stop imagining how it will be the first time Anthony tucks him to bed! 🥹

I think the first time Anthony stays late enough to see Neddy to bed he thought he’d just watch Kate do it. He loves watching Kate with Neddy anyway so it’s not like this is a burden really.

He watches her get Neddy ready for bed. Watches him get into his dinosaur pyjamas, watches Kate say side to side while heating milk on the stove for Neddy while he hugs her from the side, already singing him a lullaby. He watches Neddy settle into bed and Kate sit on his bed beside him which her arm around him and her chin resting on the top of his head as she reads him a story.

And then Neddy looks up at him, “Now my Anthony?”

Kate smiled encouragingly at Anthony as he stumbled forward, picking one of the books off the bookshelf that he remembered liking when he’d been a little boy. He sat on the other side of Neddy from Kate, feeling a Little awkward until Neddy nestled closer to him, sighing contentedly.

“I like this one.”

“I like this one too.” Anthony said gently, “Here we go.”

“I love you, Neddy.” Kate said gently when they slid off his bed, Neddy’s eyes already drooping as she kissed the top of his head.

“Love you Amma.”

“I love you as well, Neddy. Daddy loves you.” It’s the first time he’s told Neddy that and Anthony’s chest feels tight as Neddy nods sleepily.

“Love you too.”

“You need a drink.” Kate hummed as she closed the door behind them, already making her way to the kitchen. “You survived bed time, you deserve it.”

“I didn’t know one kid could want to hear Hairy Maclary so many times.”

“Eh, it’s a crowd pleaser.”

“We should add a Newton page in.” Anthony cleared his throat. “My brother Ben is pretty talented. He could match the artwork. It would surprise Neddy, he’d like it.”

Kate tilted her head as she stared at him. Almost as though she were seeing him for the first time, “You’re… really good at being a dad.”

“Thanks.” He tried to brush it off but it meant more to him than he could say.

“I mean it, Ant. I couldn’t have asked for a better co-parent. Glad my uterus got confused around you.”

“Me too? Not sure if that’s the right sentiment.”

Kate smirked, plucking two wine glasses off the shelf, “She was going and confused, I try to cut her some slack. You were very pretty after all.”

“Always happy to be a crowd pleaser myself.”

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism Boys (+ Taehoon + Wangguk) being ill + YOU looking after them hc

Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, Vin Jin, Johan Seong, Seong Taehoon, Han Wangguk

Gun Park

He is self-sufficient to the core.

Does not need any looking after.

You offer to run out and buy medicine? No need, he is stocked better than a pharmacy.

Reminders to hydrate? He's had 2 litres already and it's not even midday.

You don't need to tell him to rest, his body is his temple and he takes the utmost care.

Some homemade food though? Oh. Well. You can't buy homemade.

Him lying all fever brained on your lap as you watch TV or whatever? That's not so bad neither.

You running a bath for him? Thanks. That's thoughtful.

Huh, he thinks maybe it's not so bad relying on someone other than himself.

Goo Kim

Clingy and fussy-

But you knew that already, being his partner.

Treats you as his hot water bottle one moment, the next will kick you away saying he's too warm.

He expects to be babied, and he expects your full attention. So please drop everything and tend to him now.

If you could also run your fingers through his hair and let him lie on you for the next few hours, that would also be great.

And if you can put his favourite show on that would also be appreciated.

You trying to watch something else once he's sleeping? No chance. He is wide awake and pouting at you.

At least he will give you the same treatment when you're ill.

Samuel Seo

Samuel is not ill.

How dare you imply he is in anything but peak physical condition

That's not a cough, that's not a sniffle, and he is not flushed.

There's something wrong with the thermometer, he is fine.

Nothing is wrong with his voice (as he slowly loses it through the day...)

Will take a lot of persuading and convincing to rest up

"Yes, there will be other people to pick up your work. And no, it's not a personal slight to say that you are sick."

You have to pry his laptop and tablet and phone from his fingers.

Of course, that's easy. His strength is waning in his current state.

"Shhh Sammy, go to bed." Tuck him in. lay next to him, pet his hair.

He'll soon be napping next to you, holding you tight.

Jake Kim

Also complete denial at first.

He is the head of Big Deal, he cannot be sick.

That SINU! sneeze is not a front. That is actually how he sneezes.

Phelgm and snot everywhere. It's pretty repulsive to be honest.

After one too many sneezes, and everyone flinching the hell away from him, Jerry carries him home to you.

Wants to be babied, wants to be fussed, wants your complete attention.

Goes about it in a slightly less obnoxious way, but he's so adorable, even trying to give you a wink in his current state so you can't say no.

Pads around the home following you, blanket wrapped around him, tissue shoved up his nose.

Might as well give up whatever you're doing and tend to your boyfriend.

But Jake would absolutely do the same for you.

Vin Jin

This fucking guy-

Demanding and a little shit.

If you let him, he would take absolute full advantage.

Would run you in circles doing things for him.

"Y/N I want some water, Y/N where's my medicine, Y/N I need some chocolate, Y/N I need a burger." "What?? Shouldn't you eat something.. healthier?" "No babe, the body wants what it wants."

Will flop all over you, lying on your lap, your chest. Partly because he finds you comforting, partly because he's a little asshole.

"Sing me a lullaby" "Uh... ok." You sing. "Actually, no shut up babe you sound like shit."

Once he falls asleep, his breath laboured and cheeks flushed, you can't help but think ok, he's pretty cute. Only when unconscious though.

Will still keep his sunglasses on the whole time. "Just in case someone ambushes me." "WHO?!"

Johan Seong

Way too ill and low in energy to put up any of his usual defenses. Will revert back to a little meow meow.

You are absolutely not allowed out of sight.

In fact, you are not allowed out of arm's reach.

Will cling to you like a koala, that is a fact.

Actually, you might as well all stay in bed, Eden and Miro included because you are guaranteed to not get anything done.

Even cooking is only a possibility. Hopefully you have all medicine stocked, and some decent, cheap, healthy take-outs nearby.

Because if Johan wakes up from his nap and you're not there, he will be sulking for a year straight.

The only excuse?

"Johan, I need to walk Eden and Miro." grumble grumble "Ok... but be back quick?"

Seong Taehoon

The grumpiest babygirl you have ever seen.

It's a goddamn good job you love him because my god, this guy!

Equal parts bad-tempered and clingy

A bit like how he usually is, to be honest, but turned up to the MAX.

Go away, you're crowding him one second, he's all up in your face wanting cuddles the next.

And the fact that he's not allowed to train?

Good lord, don't anger it further. It's not like he's in any fit state to train anyway but he will still be fuming about it.

No Taekwondo, no arcade. He might as well just DIE.

At least he's still got his other favourite thing - you. This placates him a little.

Han Wangguk

Wangguk does not get sick, Wangguk is the caretaker.

Other people get ill and he looks after them.

"No, seriously, Wangguk. You're burning up. Go back to bed!"

Needs a lot of goading to actually rest. Even then, he doesn't fully rest.

He keeps a watchful eye over you, just in case you need him.

After he gets used to it? Absolutely loves it.

You making some food for him, grabbing him medicine, gentle cuddles, forehead smooches, even taking care of Gyeoul?!

He really could get used to this.

Is a puddle, constantly leaning on you and wanting to be close.

After this, he always enjoys being ill. Only a tad. It's a way for him to be spoilt guilt-free by you.

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Loved You More

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader *no physical description* (one-shot)

Words: 1.4k+

Warnings: angsty and sad, mentions of loss, mentions of pregnancy / wanting children

Inspo song - Let Me Love You More Braxton Keith

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It was falling apart around you, just as you had feared. You were fighting with Joel again, not because he had done anything wrong, but because of what he wouldn’t do.

He won't let you all the way in. He won't let you love him the way you know you can.

 It was the silence he wrapped around himself, the walls he built, keeping you at arm's length.

No matter how many intimate nights you shared or happy moments passed between you, he refused to let you all the way in. You knew he loved you; he told you every chance he got, and the warmth in his eyes affirmed it.

So why won’t he give himself to you fully?

“Joel, please,” you cried, tears tracing paths down your cheeks. “I told you that doesn’t matter anymore. I want you.”

It shattered Joel’s heart to hear the agony in your voice, but his resolve had crystallized into something unyielding. He took a deep breath, fighting the tremor in his chest.

He fights the urge to pull you into his chest and rub a soothing hand across your back.  “You can’t give up your dreams for me. You deserve a white wedding, a husband, kids, a bright, beautiful family. It’s what you’ve always wanted. Don’t deny it.”

“You’re enough, Joel,” you insisted, desperation clawing at your words. “I don’t need anything else.”

“That may be true now,” he sighed, sorrow etched deep into his features, “but what happens when you wake up one day and realize you want more? When it’s too late? You’ll resent me for taking those dreams away.”

“Then why!” Your voice rises, breaking. “Why did you let it go this far? Why don’t you want a life with me?”

“I do!” he admitted, anguish cracking his voice. “But I’ve done this before. I had a wife and a daughter, and when I lost it all, I nearly lost myself. Hell, I damn near didn’t make it. I don’t have it in me to be the man you need. Not anymore.”

“So, this is it?” you whimpered, the weight of finality hanging heavy in the air.

“This is it.” And with that, he turned, leaving a gaping void where hope had once lived, and he didn’t look back.

You sink to the cold, hard floor, sobbing until the tears dry, leaving behind only a hollow ache.

---

Two nights before, Joel decided he had to leave you. It was after watching your face at his niece's kindergarten graduation.

He saw how you beamed with joy and cheered for the little girl walking across the stage just as loud as her parents, Tommy and Maria. After the ceremony, you scooped her into your arms for a bear hug and looked at her precious face with love and longing, and Joel knew what had to be done.

Being a mother has always been your dream, and he knew it was meant for you. Joel had seen it in your gentle hands, how you braided hair and made flower crowns, how your voice soothed children to sleep, the perfect sweet tenor for singing lullabies and tucking babies into bed. You were born to nurture, to love, but he couldn’t give you the family you deserved.

He knew you'd be a perfect mother, but being a father was no longer in the cards for him. Of course, he's still a father; he will always be deep down. The love for his daughter Sarah and the void it left in him when she passed is exactly why he can't bring himself to go through it again.

Protecting her was his job, and he failed.

He'd had a wife then and failed at that, too. He hadn’t been enough for her to stay.

He didn't want to fail you too. So instead of dragging you with him in a lonely existence where he knew he wouldn’t allow himself to give you kids or marry you, he decided to let you go.

 He loves you enough that he can't be selfish with you. He loves you more than he loves himself, so he sets you free. It is his final act of mercy. It is a bittersweet gift to free you from a future of sorrow.

He can't be everything you need, and he doesn't want to rob you of what you've always wanted.

Although you might never forgive him, he hopes you will understand.

He prays that one day, you will see that to love you more, he had to set you free.

---

6 years later.

Joel wakes in his empty home, the silence echoing around him like it always does. After a restless night and an early morning cup of coffee, he drives into town to load up on supplies for the job site he’s heading to this week.

Joel drives his pickup truck downtown with the windows rolled down, enjoying the cool brush of the autumn air against his skin and basking in the sun's warmth.

He parks on the curb outside the hardware store downtown and exits his vehicle, shutting and locking his door behind him. He stretches his tired bones in the warm sun and breathes in the fresh air. Today felt good, which is rare for him. But the day is beautiful, and he is determined to enjoy it, to try to allow happiness, no matter how small, a place in his life.

But then, a doorbell jingles from across the street, pulling his attention in that direction, and time seems to halt. He sees you—for the first time in years. His heart constricts painfully in his chest.

Over the years, he’s heard about you, your engagement, and your wedding, too. It hurt, damn, it hurt, but it's why he left you in the first place. To give you that chance, and now that he can see it all worked out for you, he's glad he made that choice.

He watches as two children, your children, exit a café across the street, bursting out the door, laughter dancing in the air. You follow behind, a baby cradled in your arms, your face alight with a joy he had never been able to give you. And there was your husband, a man younger and more suited for you, guiding you with a gentle hand on the small of your back.

Joel feels as if he were shattering all over again, a specter haunting a life he could never reclaim. He stands frozen, unable to look away. You were everything he had wanted for you, everything he had sacrificed for.

He left you crying that day, heartbroken, and without a proper goodbye. He's sure you hate him. He's sure you don't want to think about him ever again.

But then you look up. Your bright and happy eyes meet Joel's sorrowful ones, and your gazes lock. For a heartbeat, the world stands still; the pain of the past swirls between you, breathing life into the connection he had severed so long ago.

But despite the past, you smile at him, an acknowledgment that pierces through the years of silence and heartache.

You smile at him because now you know why he did it. Why he left you and never looked back. He was right, and he was a good man—a great one.

He set you free because he loved you more; you just didn't know it until now.

You have a happy family, a white picket fence, and an adoring husband, all because Joel gifted it to you. All because he was strong enough to break your heart.

So you smile at him across the street, the man you once loved more than anything in the world. Somewhere deep down, you probably always will.

Thank you, your eyes seemed to say. I understand now.

He smiles back, a bittersweet gesture filled with love, longing, and resolution.

He knows he shoudln’t linger, so with one last nod, Joel turns away and walks into the hardware store, leaving you behind for good, leaving you to live the life he wished for you. A life without him.

As Joel steps away, the ache that settled deep into his bones years ago seems to lighten just a fraction because today is proof that he had made the right decision. He loved you more than himself. He loved you more than you had ever known.

He loved you enough to let you go. And even if he has to spend the rest of his years missing you, at least he knows you're happy.

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Oneshot | Friends Made In Strange Places | Aegon Targaryen II

A/N: Another Oneshot from my Ao3 and Wattpad accounts, the last three I have posted are my faves and probably the few I have that have been completed or exited the idea stage haha

SUMMARY: (Female) Reader is the maid/nanny for Aegon's children, and while you watch over the princes an unlikely friendship forms.

TW: Minor Character Death, Loss, (Class) Discrimination, Abuse of Power, Depictions of Alcoholism, Mentions of Incest, Mentions of SA (because no, I'm sorry, you can't like a character and just erase all the shitty things they did, it WILL be addressed in this oneshot)

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WORD COUNT: 4,999

The Red Keep was still, the night had cast a blanket of its mercy. It hid the guards in shadowed corners and allowed the court to sleep. They were tucked away in their beds, their dreams taking them to a peaceful realm. Only you, a single maid was not allowed such a night, made to watch over Maelor as the Queen slept. He was ceaseless. Nothing seemed to work, not the feeding, the burping, the changing, the small bounces or the soft songs. You feared he had colic. After all, he seemed to cry incessantly for no reason at all.

You continued to bounce the child, lifting him to your shoulder as you looked out over the King's Landing. At least not all were captured in dreams, many were awake but too far to see. You could glimpse at the small lights from houses but not a soul. In the darkness of the chamber, you felt the only being alive, trapped in torment as the baby refused to settle.

You hoped by laying Maelor down and rubbing his tummy that soon he'd find peace, feel the comfort of the cot to finally, sleep. Tears pricked your eyes.

"Please" you murmured, breaking the quiet of the chamber with your silent plea.

No wonder the Queen Mother made you, not Queen Heleana, comfort the child. He was not even yours yet the stress felt no different. He was forever restless, nothing could calm him. You considered feeding him again but that felt no use, he had eaten not long ago. Perhaps, you smirked, he was a true Targaryen, wilful and torturous when he wanted to be. But he was but a baby, it was funny musing to pass the time.

Once again a lullaby left your lips trying to soothe the child. Your mother had sung it to you in the Riverlands. You had not seen her for years, her health becoming poorly and you too busy to visit. Your sister said it was an affliction unlike any she saw.

Your singing grew louder at the memory- a whisper that carried across the chamber, your hand rubbing the child's tummy to the rhythm.

"Why is he not asleep?". You shot up, immediately, turning to the voice. The wails of Maelor did nothing to quench the fear filling your stomach, you hoped he could drown it so it wasn't clear on your face.

"Your Majesty" you bowed, being quick to pick up the child afterwards. It wasn't out of comfort, no, Maelor had now become your own meat shield. You had heard what he'd done to Dyana and that would never become you. Close you held him to your chest and bounced lightly.

"How long has he been crying?" His voice was unusually concerned. You didn't think the King cared much for anything unless it was his cups or whores.

"All night. Nothing seems to settle him, Your Majesty"

He nodded in contemplation and stepped closer. You were rooted to the ground. Soon he reached you in a few quick steps and plucked the child from your arms.

It was like magic, with a few simple bounces, pats on his back and soft soothing escaping his lips, the child's wails began to lessen. It was like the King was a baby whisperer. The child knew when fire and blood were near.

"How... how?" You could only say, your eyes wide with shock and a pained relief.

"He is my child, he knows it is me" he whispered.

"But I tried everything, I have always taken care of him... Your Majesty", you nearly forgot his title.

"Maelor is fussy, spoilt. He will cry until I am here. I was late"

You soon came to the realisation, after sifting through your memories, that this was the first night you were the last to hold Maelor. The King did indeed care for the children, coming every bedtime to settle the child into his cot. All the while, you would clear the room of toys and his old day clothes.

"I never noticed, Your Majesty. I apologise" you bowed.

"Do not worry, even as King many do not pay attention to me"

"I am sure many do, Your Majesty"

The King chuckled, shaking his head with an almost sad smile. Not only did you realise he was rocking the child in his arms, but his feet were pulling on and off the floor. Once again in his cups you assumed.

"You smallfolk, still know nothing of this Keep" he said aloud in the barest whisper. He refused to meet your eyes, they were fixed on the child.

You didn't understand what had caused this bout of honesty. Before you had pictured yourself becoming Dyana, you knew how to escape that. But handling the spoken sorrows of a king, was something you were unprepared for.

"Tis my duty to care for your children. Not think of court matters, that is not my place Your Majesty"

"Of course, all none the wiser while we burn" he smirked sardonically.

"Are we to burn, Your Majesty?", your lip trembled at the words. You were pushing too far, eventually, he would find disobedience among the questions. Perhaps cast you out the Keep for insolence.

The King shrugged, a small shift of his shoulders. Too much like a child. "Perhaps, perhaps not. None of us wants to but maybe it is inevitable"

"Do you fear it, Your Majesty?"

The enquiry hung in the air. This was the moment it would all come crashing down. Your bags would be packed by dawn and onto the streets you would be cast. You walked a path so unpredictable, so treacherous, but you couldn't help yourself. There was a vulnerability in the King that had to be addressed. You doubted with the Queen's sensitive mind and their Mother's lack of emotional comfort that the King had someone to talk to.

The King has no friends, only followers, you once heard. And the phrase couldn't be truer now.

"The stranger comes for us all" he quoted with a mocking tone. The Queen Mother's pious voice was not lost on you.

"Not always, sometimes he's merciful"

"You think death can be a mercy?"

You had to tread carefully, "I have had yet to suffer to truly feel so. But in other's suffering, my family's, the darkest parts of me fear it's the only way"

"Would you willingly go to the stranger, four your family?"

"I love my family, I do. But I hope to be honest with my King. I would never be without a fight. I have too much to live for Your Majesty"

The King nodded, seeming to contemplate the thought, surprisingly considering your words despite your station.

"You are dismissed" he finally spoke amongst the silence.

And you didn't think twice before quickly escaping from the child's chambers. Your heart was thrumming in relief while it momentarily throbbed with regret. Something about the king was almost- no, it was pitiful. You couldn't help but look back and capture those eyes. They spoke of a pain far greater than you had realised.

You hoped soon he would find solace somewhere. Not just in his cups, or in whores, but in genuine company.

-

The next night you had returned to the nursery after tucking Jaehaerys and Jaeheara into bed. They had separated the two from baby Maelor due to his wails, endlessly echoing throughout the keep until the King came.

This time his crying wasn't as loud but he was so restless you couldn't help but swaddle him. You didn't hear of the crown swaddling their children like this, so tightly bound in a scarf their limbs were trapped against their bodies. You only ever saw them in long baby clothes wrapped in delicate fabrics, their arms and legs still free to kick. You hoped it would settle him to sleep, cast the child back to a time it was safe in the Queen's womb.

"He looks like a loaf of bread" The King chuckled, his eyes crinkling and smile wide like a jokester. You had made way to rise but his hand gestured you to stay.

"He is swaddled Your Majesty, hopefully, he will sleep better this way," you remarked, looking back down at the child. His eyes were still teary and his mouth contorted to release a powerful wail that never came, silent amongst the night.

"It seems you have discovered his weakness, why does it work?"

A King who is impulsive, reckless, and sinful, you wondered what turned him to question. He did not seem a man for curiosity if it was not amongst the Street of Silk.

"If you wrap them tightly they feel like they're in their mother again, where they were once safe and sound", the back of your finger ran down the child's cheek. Another cry threatened to blast from his lips as you shushed Maelor. 

"It's a shame we cannot remember it like them" he nodded, and slowly he stepped closer. Almost cautious, making your hair stand on end.

"Is that jealousy I hear Your Majesty?" you quipped, trying to dispel your nerves; forgetting who stood before you despite speaking the title.

"Are you not jealous?" He countered, his brow suddenly stern with venom. You knew to tread carefully, you did not know what he was thinking.

"How can I miss something I've never known, Your Majesty?"

"Many people do. Money, power, women. They'll never have it yet crave it"

"And because of that, you think they're lacking?", your eyebrow quirked.

"Do you not lack in life? A wet nurse with no child, no husband, no power" he smirked, his tone full of mocking.

Your heart stopped, or the pain in your chest felt it did. Your gut had been punched, a wave of anger sifted through you that was uncontrollable, and the only thing stopping you from boiling over was the child in your arms. He was still a King, no matter what you saw the night before, he would always look down on you. No conversation could remould the chain. Change the way of things.

"I have a family that loves me, food in my belly, a roof over my head and work to keep me busy. I am lacking in nothing Your Majesty, I have everything I need"

"Because you do not know more than a small, meagre life. Never getting what you want"

"It is better than watching you drown your sorrows despite everything you have" you suddenly snapped and aback the King was taken. His poison lost on the truth you had spoken.

"You know nothing about me," he growled, stepping closer, his hand on the back of your chair, lowering himself face to face. His stark white hair had cast a curtain around you; there was nowhere to look but him, and you could not tear yourself away.

"Neither do you. I bet this is the longest conversation you have had with a woman without spreading her legs" You stood firm, you wouldn't show him weakness. It could mean your head but a part of you pitied. There was still a boy clawing for power and adoration behind those eyes.

"You think you are funny"

"Oh the funniest Your Majesty"

Your eyes were locked, battling in a silent rage.

"Why do you not fear me?" He uttered from the tense silence, breaking the atmosphere.

The words were lost on you, still lost when he gradually pulled away with the child taken into his arms. While you gnashed your fangs at one another, Maelor had found sleep among the chaos.

"I will take my leave, Your Majesty"

And with that, once again you fled.

-

"You are a strange woman" he sounded from the doorway, leaning against the frame as you looked over Jaehaerys. The boy had come down with a slight fever, nothing the measters couldn't tend to but, they insisted someone sit tight.

"Strange in what way Your Majesty?" you sighed, preparing to tolerate his presence after last week.

You had not spoken since, only coming into his presence so he could settle Maelor into bed. He could not manage a word between you before you ran to your cot.

"You come back" The King shrugged, his arms still knotted at his chest. You felt something brewing.

"Where else could I go Your Majesty?"

"There are many duties you could take up"

"Like your cupbearer?" You bantered with an edge. The King stalked further into the chamber, coming behind your chair. He fixed his hands to the corners of it, leaning close to your back.

"That does not sound too bad my lady"

"I am no lady" you shook your head.

"Then what is your name?" you hesitated for a moment. To disobey would be a great offence and you already offended too much.

You told him in a quiet whisper, hoping it evaded his ears. But the smallfolk achieved little victories in King's Landing. It echoed from between his lips with a slight slur.

"You are drunk Your Majesty" you came to realise.

"Never more than usual" he huffed.

"Still, what if you fell?"

"Is that a threat?" He chuckled lowly, his mouth suddenly at your ear.

You refused to lean away, refused to show weakness, and said that he had a chance of winning.

"It is an educated guess from knowing men too fond of their cups"

"I am not most men"

"No, you are the King. Even more, reason to be wary"

His hand came to curl a lock of your hair around his finger, his pull was so delicate but too close. "You speak so well for a wet nurse"

"My father was an educator, he spoke well and in turn, so do I"

He tugged slightly on the lock, and your head came into contact with his temple. It was too close for comfort but you swallowed the unnerving twang in your stomach. You assumed it to be an element of disgust but were surprised to feel your heart pull. How long had it been since a man played with your hair? Spoke to you so softly? Bantered back and forth with you? How long had it been since you felt wanted?

"Such a strange woman..."

"Should I thank Your Majesty?"

"What for?" You could feel the quirk of his brow against your head.

"For not demanding my attention but earning it?"

You did not hear an answer, did not see his mouth slip open to respond. Only the small, meagre coughs from Jeahaerys called your ears and onto him you focused. Not the King standing perplexed behind you.

Yet still, it was on that night, one so quiet and strange. For the first time in a long while, you admitted in the deepest cracks of your heart, you wanted something.

-

When you opened the door to Maelor's nursery you were surprised to see King Aegon sitting with the child on his chest. For the first time in two weeks, he was settled before you acted.

"You have overtaken my duties Your Majesty" You smiled quietly, it barely ghosted over your expression.

But he remained still, his eyes cast down. Or so it seemed. As you crept further you came to realise the King's state. When asleep like this he simply appeared as Aegon Targaryen. There were no drunken words, unsteady feet, no emotional rampage.

Your feet were delicate across the stone floor until you crouched slightly to gaze at his face closer. His features were still boyish, no longer contorted with stress and sorrow. His hair was strewn across his brow, short threads of silver like cobwebs- soft and delicate.

Without thinking, your hand came forward and brushed them aside, barely skimming across his pale skin. You hoped to stay like this for a little while longer but the contact snapped his eyes open. It was instinct that his hand seemed to trap your wrist in his grasp.

"What are you doing?" He grumbled, his grip becoming tighter. Your expression winced in pain, rippling fear across your body.

"I-I apologise, Your Majesty, forgive me" you stuttered.

"Who gave you the right to touch me?" He grimaced.

"Nobody Your Majesty, there... there was a bug" The lie was terrible, absolutely unbelievable and with the quiet laughter that rang out, you knew he knew it too.

"You think I am stupid", he threw your wrist from his grasp.

"I think you are merciful"

"Another word for weak" he scoffed.

"Mercy is only available to those with power"

He contemplated the words for a moment before standing, in quick succession he placed Maelor down and turned quick on his heels.

"Follow me" Aegon commanded resolutely, your position offered no chance to refuse. You were trapped but a bigger part of you remained curious.

Was this how Dyana fell into his snare? Goading her with comforting words. Did he play with her hair too? You thought.

You traced your steps behind Aegon, small and unsure until you reached his chambers. It was coming, you were sure of it. The guards at his door looked upon you with pitying eyes as you could only cast yours down.

Inside it was just as you heard, barren of the late King's possessions, littered with cups half drunken and yet to be taken away. You could hear him refusing it. Wine stains yet to be scrubbed from the floor littered the stone. The guards pitied you, but your own was reserved for Aegon.

He poured himself another cup, you recognised it as Dornish. The previous Lord you had worked under had a fine taste for it.

"You can call me Aegon in this room" he announced, extending a cup toward you. You took it with trembling fingers and thanked him. Only accepting the drink to hide the shakes that fluttered your limbs.

"I could not Your Majesty" you fretted.

"It is an order, you would not disobey your King, would you?"

"No, your Ma-" you looked up to see his eyes bore into you as the title hung from the tip of your tongue, "No, Aegon" you corrected.

"Marvelous, now! Let's drink"

"Excuse me Your- Aegon, why am I here?", Aegon paused the cup's movement, the rim just licking his lip.

"I am in need of a drinking buddy and honest companion"

"I am sure you have many of those at your disposal"

"None as pretty as you. Now drink, I insist"

Your cheeks blared a deep pink, heating your face to a degree your previous lover couldn't muster.

Unlike in his children's chambers, Aegon appeared more free than ever. Only in the nights did you spy on the King or keep his company, in those moments, there was a sadness riddled within the man too deep to weed out.

Your lips pressed to the rim of the cup before finally taking one gulp. Aegon's eyes of disapproval encouraged another, then a third before finally, he was pleased.

It was strong but unlike anything you had tasted before. It was spiced, not too dry and had a sweetness to it that lightened the mood.

"It is good Aegon" you complimented and for once, a genuine smile stretched upon his face.

"I knew you would enjoy it! Now come, come see" he gestured to the balcony. You felt like you were being dragged around like a child so excited to show you his toys. He was not a child in any way, but the desire for approval was apparent as Aegon pulled back the curtain with a proud, twinkling eye. Over the balcony King's Landing was alive, from here, there was much more to observe than from the nurseries.

"It's-"

"Amazing right? It is the day of rest tomorrow, I used to sneak out on this night" Aegon confessed with a giddy smile.

"I remember celebrating such nights" you shared with a small smile, "my family and I would head to the nearest tavern, unlike most, it was more... family friendly"

"You can guess I never had that. My Mother is too pious, Aemond too serious and then Heleana... well you know Heleana" he chuckled.

"She is a wonderful mother" you complimented.

"If only a better Queen, a better wife, a different woman"

"Do you not love her?" The territory you tread in was dangerous but Aegon relaxed at the question. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment for lifetimes. For someone to ask how he felt.

"Who can love a sister like a wife? It's...", he didn't have to finish.

"How old were you?"

"Fifteen... it is not so bad though, she does not care if I run away to the Street of Silk"

"Would you want someone to care?", you feared there was no coming back from this. You had given the King someone to confide in, would he ever let that go?

"Who knows" he huffed. "What of you? Did he run? Get cold feet before the altar?"

"Something like that, he passed the night before. He had engaged in a scuffle on the road. One punch and his head landed on a rock... he never woke up" Your tone then filled with mourning, despite how you tried to dampen the embers of grief flickering. Every time his face came into your mind you couldn't help it.

"Nothing works out the way we want it to" he huffed, leaning across the balcony. You followed suit, hoping the wind would dry the tears brewing.

"Smallfolk and King's alike" you commented before you clinked your drinks together, never taking your eyes from the kingdom below. "Where would you be now if you could?"

"Essos" he responded in a beat.

"Why Essos?", Aegon didn't even need time to ponder it.

"It is the furthest I could be from this shithole"

You hadn't drunk in a while, the wine had made your lips loose and you couldn't help but giggle at the foul language.

"Why not ride away on your dragon, who could stop you?",

"Have you seen Vhagar? My brother- the cunt that he is- would have me back on that throne before I could step out the Keep"

"Sounds like they need you" I nudged. The contact was sudden and free of thought- impulsive. It was too comfortable but Aegon only shook his bowed head with a smile.

Was this the man who hurt Dyana? Was this lost man truly a King that had caused such suffering? When thinking about it, it was easy to see. So starved of affection, of guidance, master to his whims so easily achieved. None of it was surprising. It was not easily forgotten, not forgiven, but easily understood.

The air changed in moments. Contorted into a silent understanding. You had grasped Aegon's mind in the palm of her hand so easily. He was a man so easily brought to his knees.

"Do you need me?" His tone had shifted so easily, lilting and calm. He sensed the wave that had come upon you.

You shrugged and downed the rest of your wine in two gulps. "I don't need much Aegon"

"Then do you want me?"

You played with the cup in your hand. The dangers of involving yourself like this was insurmountable. Absolutely hysterical. But you allowed yourself to ponder the idea. If you allowed yourself, what would come of it all?

You had not known the touch of a man for years and alone in your cot you slept dreaming of wanting, having the chance to want instead of being chained down by need. And just like you, Aegon stood there needing something to ground him, to offer a chance at respite. He was a broken man and perhaps, you could pay your pain forward.

"As long as you need me, I will stay by your side", the grin that curled at his lips was remarkable, warming your heart too quick to recall how cold it once was.

"Well then!" He clapped as he rose, "You need a refill and cheers to your promotion as my new drinking buddy"

You didn't know what to say, it all happened so fast but the response was spoken before you could catch it, "I would be honoured Aegon"

He raised his cup and handed you another when he returned it to the balcony. No longer were his eyes pitiful but bright and somewhat hopeful. It was a jarring change but one you welcomed nonetheless. At this moment, it felt perhaps something good could come of this. Perhaps, something could be changed.

"To friends found in strange places," he grinned,

"Indeed my King-" you agreed as your cups cheersed, "as long as it is wanted"

Aegon's hand then, once again, found itself in your hair, closer now as his finger twiddled and curled a lock around it. "As long as we want it"

And with that quiet admittance, you raised your eyes to his. Knowing that somehow, two suffering souls had found each other across oceans and chains of being.

[that-basic-simp]

Mama

Mizu x Fem!Reader CW: None WC: 1.1K A/N: Not really a fan of the "mommy" kink, but something about Mizu saying "mama" in episode 5 always and still gets to me.

Her hot breath tickled against my earlobe as she rested her head on my shoulder. A smile could be heard as she looked down at the baby that was swaddled up in the same cloth she had when she was young.

"How ya doing, mama?"

A shiver went down my spine as she said that. She has only ever really called me that after I gave birth to the baby. I was afraid she would leave once she found out, but she understood the situation. As she was in a similar one when she was a baby. And she didn't want me to suffer with raising a baby alone, even if she wasn't the best when it came to kids.

"I-I'm doing fine, Mizu," I said.

"Did that get ya?" she snickered darkly, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"You know how it makes me. Especially when you say it like that."

"Like what? Like this, mama?" she lowered her voice, tucking her head into the crook of my neck, lacing the skin with her soft, sweet, and gentle kissing.

"M-Mizu," I breathed out.

"Go lie down. I can take care of her."

"A-Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Ringo should be back soon so he can help me entertain her."

"She needs to be put down for a nap though."

"Then the three of us can sleep together."

"Are you sure? You don't need to train today? Taigen isn't going to show up uninvited and prompt you for a duel?"

"He's with Akemi today. Besides, that man is on a losing streak."

"Shouldn't that drive him to want to get back at you?"

"Not as big as his sex drive right now," Mizu said.

I shook my head, "Of course."

"Come on," she tugged at my waist. "Let's get you to bed."

I walked into the shared bedroom we had and I sat down, rocking our little one to sleep. Of course it wasn't blood related to Mizu, but that wasn't stopping her from helping me with the parental duties.

"Ah, she's getting fussy," I sighed.

"Here, let me hold her."

I carefully handed her to Mizu and she cradled the baby close to her. While she was rocking the baby, her body started to sway while she began to sing a lullaby. This was another rare moment for us. When Mizu actually sang. It was a bit rocky at the beginning, but after some time of humming and thinking she was singing alone, she got better at it. And it was enough to not only put the baby to sleep, but me to sleep. Finding myself swaying here and there, I laid down and Mizu carefully placed the baby in between the two of us. Leaning over, she pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Sleep well, Y/N."

Blinking my eyes open, I found Mizu and the baby were gone from the bedroom. Yawning, I sat up and stretched, getting up and walking into the kitchen. Ringo was here and he was making something while Mizu held the baby in her lap. The baby was reaching up, grabbing at Mizu's face here and there. I chuckled and walked over to her, sitting beside Mizu.

"A-Am I doing this right?"

"Doing what right?"

"This whole parenting thing?" Mizu asked. "I-I'm not really great with kids. People in general."

"I think you're learning, Mizu. You're doing well for someone who was practically shunned your entire life."

"I-I just don't want her to be like me," she said, taking note that the baby had blue eyes like herself.

"But she is loved by her mothers," I smiled at Mizu. "Even if she is more like you than you think."

"I just don't want her to be made fun of for being a half-breed."

"And if she is, I know her mother, well, her father will come after those kids and teach them a lesson."

A small smile crept onto Mizu's face, which the little one stood up in her lap and grabbed at her mouth.

"A-A little help here."

I chuckled and reached over, grabbing the baby and putting her in my lap. She grabbed at Mizu, in which she offered her hand to the little one. Grabbing onto Mizu's hand, she held it tightly in her small hand.

"Baby's do have a strong grip for as young as they are," Mizu said.

"They just want to make sure their parents don't leave them. These are their crucial years along with their childhood."

"Do you think we're going to be alright?" Mizu turned towards me.

"I don't know if I am going to be honest. But," I turned and faced Mizu. "There's no one else I'd rather do this with."

"There's someone better. A man. A man would have been better."

"But no man would want their child to be impure, as they would say. A half-breed. They'd leave the child at a brothel and hope that the women there will take her in. Or worse, they'd kill the baby. And all life should be cherished and taken care of."

"Even a monster's life?"

"You know how I feel about that word. You're not a monster, Mizu," I reached over and placed my hand on her cheek, caressing her soft skin. "You're simply Mizu. Nothing more and nothing less than the person I fell in love with."

A smile crawled onto her face as I leaned towards her, placing my forehead against hers. Pulling away, Ringo handed me a small bowl that had a white mixture in it. Making sure the baby was calm and the mixture wasn't too hot, I placed the bowl against her bottom lip, but she was squirming.

"Here," Mizu reached over and grabbed the baby, setting her down in her lap. "I'll keep her steady."

"Thank you, Mizu."

"Of course, Y/N."

After we finished feeding her, Ringo watched after for a bit while Mizu and I were outside, sitting together in the back yard of the house. My hand was resting on hers and my head was resting on her shoulder. Her head was leaning against mine and she'd occasionally turn and look down at me, making sure I was still awake. Smiling, she loosened her body and sank down a bit in posture. Getting an idea, I turned and laid down, resting my head on her lap, looking up at her.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting a better look at you, Mizu."

"Isn't there an angle that makes me look less appealing?" she asked.

"No. They all make you look attractive. Especially when I am under you."

Some blush crawled onto her cheeks as she turned away from me, to avoid my gaze. I giggled, closing my eyes and turning to where my face was in her stomach.

[m00mis]

Hiiii if you can can you please write Seventeen as dads please? 🥺

as a no1 dilf lover i sure can

{ gender neutral apart from cheol & mingyu because i HAD to. }

seventeen as dads

cheol - would beg for a daughter, and spoil her greatly, anything she wanted was hers. he's her biggest fan and would sign her up to so many sports, making sure to never miss a match. he'd make banners to hold up for her to cheer her on, he's so intense he almost got thrown out when he started arguing with the ref. they would have nightly gossip sessions where she could rant about her day. he would be her rock, someone she could always go to for anything

jeonghan - borderline dangerous with children because he would swing and throw them around. thinks that kids should be free to do what they want (within reason) and just asks them to come home for dinner. he trusts his kid a lot and is a very chill parent but when they start acting out he does NOT let them get away with it and is very judgmental "this is what you do with your time? do something better with your life..."

joshua - babies his kid forever and they're always an angel in his eyes. constantly says "remember when you were this big? time flies" and always reminisces. you catch him looking through photographs late at night, especially the night before their birthday. cries at every milestone and is so touched when they handmake anything for him. loves them so much, he is so grateful for them

jun - a very playful dad who is a big kid himself really. enjoys playtime as much as they do (maybe even more) and is often the one to ask them if they want to play. as they get older he teaches them everything he knows. he just really enjoys doing activities with them! teaching them to cook, to play the piano, to paint. there's mini juns running about all over the place

hoshi - the jokester, the comedian, the free entertainment for the whole family. his fav sound is his kid's laughter and will do anything to hear it. when he tucks them into bed he gives them kisses down their arms and on their feet. he can't help rolling around on their bed attacking them with kisses. (and ofc he constantly roams around his house as a tiger. paints both their faces as tigers, his tiger cub <3)

wonwoo - quite bashful around his kid but the little things he will do for them and go out of his way for show how much he loves them. he would do whatever they say and happily watch them do what they want because they're so cute. they know they have him wrapped around their tiny fingers and he does not care one bit. is definitely giving them lifts everywhere when they're older so they don't have to pay taxi fare

woozi - plays the piano and sings to get them to calm down and stop crying and it works every time. loves recording their baby voice and lets them make their own music tracks even though it stresses him out letting their grubby hands touch his stuff. he composes a lullaby for them (edward cullen style). never seen him as happy as when he's with his baby

dk - buys so many outfits because he cannot go past the baby section without dying of cuteness at how small and cute all the clothes are. photographs every little thing and is very protective, always there to catch his baby incase they fall or stumble. definitely the embarrassing dad who tries to be funny around their friends if they come over

mingyu - has mini dates with his daughter, getting her ready himself and doing her hair (badly). they go to see a movie together and a cafe after, sharing cake and a milkshake. househusband is naturally a great father and his heart bursts when she clings to him, following him around while he does chores. he buys matching aprons so they can cook together, the kitchen ends up a mess but the amount of giggling makes up for it

minghao - he's so nurturing and in tune to what children need and treats them as mini adults, respecting their space and emotions. the only thing he wants his kid to be is kind, constantly teaching them to respect others. his fav part of the day would be bedtime, he would stay with them until they fell asleep, stroking their hair and telling them stories

seungkwan - will fight children. if his kid gets bullied he will storm into the school to find who hurt his baby and he would get banned from the premises. (tbh he's terrified of children tho they're scary) he also teases his kid a lot and only stops once they start doing it back but he's glad that they learnt to fight their own corner from the very best. definitely a soccer mom

vernon - thinks his kid is so funny and laughs at whatever they do (lovingly). constantly plays music for them in hopes that as they grow up they'll have the same music taste. i think he would be the more submissive dad who lets them do makeup on his face and put stickers and fake tats on him, and would be the patient if they played doctor. when they got older he would take them bowling and to the arcade

dino - nothing he's achieved compares to being a father, he loves his kid so much, such a proud dad. has a photo of them in his wallet and shows it to everyone he can. feels like he'll explode every time he comes home and hears "daddy!". he would take his kid to the dance studio with him so they could make cute choreo together. although he would love for his kid to follow in his footsteps, he urges them to find what they want to do and would be so supportive no matter what.