#duchess ddadds

[betsyandmaxwellandduchessohmy]

this isn't even an imagine request but it can be if you want it to be; AU's where dadsona is actually a Fairy Godfather, and not a very good one at that; they resort more to actual fathering than magic most of the time, but one or more of the dads catches them in the act of something they just CAN'T explain away.

((I'm so love for magical au's. How could I not use this bad boy as a prompt?

Decided to give Brian the spotlight on this one, because there’s really not a lot of Brian content. Which is a damn shame! I didn’t enjoy Brian’s route as much as the other dads, because I felt like the competitive streak the route used for the dadsona was more mean-spirited than my own irl competitive streak, but I love Brian as a person! He’s so sweet and gentle and tbh I wish my dad was more like Brian. I have dad envy for Daisy. There. I said it.

A little late on the promised time, but in all fairness to me, I work a late shift at work tonight and had to sleep late so I don’t fall asleep on the production line.

I kind of borrowed the baby teeth thing from the movie Toothless, which I haven’t seen since I was ten or less but had a profound impact on my childhood. I am a grown ass woman, and I still have one of my baby teeth. There was just no adult tooth underneath it, so I have to take extra good care of it. So! If that’s a canon rule for toothfairies/magic, I have a pass to see it!))

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Make A Wish

You sighed softly, kicking a bit of sand as you walked down the beach. It was a beautiful afternoon - a spattering of clouds in the sky, but nothing big enough to block the sun’s bright rays for more than a minute. You had been planning to spend the evening at the baseball fields, watching Craig’s girls’ game, but the other team’s coach had called, saying their bus had broken down and asking to reschedule. Craig said the girls were annoyed, but that they would certainly survive the ordeal of waiting two more days to crush the Pine Place Hashbrowns into the dust. 

So you found yourself with nothing to do. You had been expecting to give some kind of pep-talk, rally the girl’s spirits when they started to lose, and cheer them on to victory. Now there was no guarantee they would still need your help, if indeed they ever would have.

Your powers were chancey that way. You didn’t know if you were doing the fairy-god type of fathering until your wings popped out. There was always a pull guiding you to where you were needed, and once you found the key element of your newest task, your wings materialized, letting you know you were on the right track. They were sort of a radar, in their own way. And of course, this drew attention from children and the occasional tween, since they were the only ones who could see the wings when they appeared. It had taken you until Amanda lost her last baby tooth to realize that that was the defining factor. Once a kid lost their last baby tooth, they were blind to this bit of magic. 

As if on cue, your wings fluttered up, a pale iridescent green with swirling tails that stretched halfway down your calves, just in time to feel a bump to your hip that nearly bowled you over.

An undignified sound escaped your throat as you stumbled, and you looked down at your assailant - an enormous cocoa brown mastiff, with a dusky brown muzzle and ears. She looked up at you with droopy eyes, almost expectant, just waiting for you to do something. Offering your hand, she gave you a sniff and a nuzzle. “So what’s your name, gorgeous?” you asked, taking a knee so you could rub at her face. If this beauty needed a home, you’d be more than happy to provide one, but that didn’t seem quite right. Besides, she was wearing a collar - return her to her home? Except the collar only held a tag that assured a rabies shot, the back of which gave the address for the animal shelter.

But ‘home’ felt right. Looking into the dog’s dark eyes, it struck you, and you smiled. “Can I trust you to follow me?” you asked, taking a step and looking back to indicate that she should.

She looked at you blankly and you sighed. “What if I promise you treats when we get there?”

You took another step and the dog began to follow, and your grin returned. You started heading back to the cul-de-sac, the mastiff at your heels. “Duchess Cordelia? Duchess!”

Glancing back, you noticed a person with dark hair, looking rather out of sorts and clutching a bag of dog treats. It almost looked like-

You shook your head and kept walking. Damien wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a polo shirt.

In any case, they hadn’t seemed to have noticed you, so you kept walking, carefully ducking out of sight of the shelter employee

“The Duchess Cordelia, huh? I think it suits you,” you hummed, grinning at the oversized pup. “Well, Duchess, let’s get you adopted, huh?”

~~~

It was only a short walk back to the cul-de-sac, but you were grateful that working out with Craig seemed to have made it a little easier. Flying would have been easiest, had you not had to worry about being spotted, and carrying two-hundred pounds of dog.

The Duchess, seeming to know better than you what she was doing, trotted right up to Hugo’s door and began fiddling with the knob. She probably would have gotten it open, too, had it not been locked. You’d kind of been hoping Hugo would be home so you could talk him into adopting before the shelter person found their way here, but the loud music blasting from the upper floor said Ernest was probably home, and you would take what you could get. “You’ve got the right idea,” you grinned, brows furrowing nervously. “Normally I’d say ‘a little breaking and entering never hurt anyone, but. Well.” Shaking your head, you lifted your hand, waving her away from the knob, now plastered in drool and mud. Luckily, with a little zap of magic, the door creaked open, and that was all the Duchess needed to get inside. 

“MC?”

You jumped, whipping around to spot Brian, looking at you with all the concern one expected of someone who just witnessed one neighbor let a strange dog into another neighbor’s house. “Can I ask why you just-” “Duchess!?”

You groaned, grabbing Brian’s arm and hauling the larger man to the side of the house. When he tried to ask what you were doing again, you shushed him, wings fluttering nervously as you peered around the side of the building. Polo person seemed to note the open door with a groan of their own, moving quickly to the front step and knocking politely before stepping inside. “MC, what is going on?” Brian demanded. You shushed him, peering through the window. 

“I’ll explain later. For now, I just need you to trust me,” you added, whispering your plea for patience. You expected Brian to saunter off to call the police, but instead, he sidled up beside you, both of you poking your heads up over the window sill to look in on the scene. The Duchess seemed to have left the sitting room in tact, but she definitely did not like the leash that Polo Person-

“Is that Damien?”

Holy shit, that is Damien.

“... I didn’t know he wore polo shirts.”

She didn’t seem to like the idea of Damien leashing her.

Things were looking cagey; Damien seemed to be trying to reason with the Duchess, until a flash of orange drew your eye, and suddenly, the Duchess blew past Damien, tackling Ernest to the ground and eating a pizza roll from his hand “Sweet success,” you grinned, until you caught sight of your wings out of the corner of your eye. Was there something else-? “So you want to explain to me why you put a stray dog in Hugo’s house and count his son getting tackled as a ‘success’?”

Ah. So there was. “And maybe also the wings?” What.

“I mean, I’m not one to judge, and they look like they’re very high-quality, but I don’t think-” “You can see them?” Brian seemed jarred by your interruption, but even more so by the way the words “Dad can we keep her” (And when did Hugo get home?) made them fold down and vanish off your back.

“I mean- I could? A second ago?” he murmured, bushy brows furrowing in confusion as he leaned back as if to check that they truly were gone. 

“It’s… a long story,” you confessed, running a hand through your hair. “Why don’t we… get out of Hugo’s yard? I’ll explain everything.”

The two of you sneaked back out to the sidewalk, a little hand-wave and a whispered spell on your part kept the men on the front step from noticing you, but Hugo seemed thrilled with the situation, excited to have his son call him ‘dad’ again.”

Brian seemed befuddled and a little frustrated, but you walked him back to your house and sat in the lawn chairs in your backyard.

“So, as much as I would love to simplify it down to “I found a home for a dog and a dog for a home”, you being able - to see me, like that… it complicates things.”

“How so?” he asked, drawing your shy gaze. “Seems fairy straightforward to me.” Any other time, that would have made you crack up. Even now it drew a chuckle out of you, but for the most part, you were solemn. “Does it now?” “Well, you did what needed doing, in an odd sense and with an admittedly strange method, but it did seem to work. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Hugo smile like that when talking about Ernest.”

You couldn’t help but smile, glad to have had a hand in your neighbor’s joy.

“I just… this can’t really be real, can it? I mean, that very nearly looked like magic,”

“It was,” you sighed, drawing his eye. “What i don’t understand is how you saw my wings. Only kids ever see them! People lose the ability to see magic when they lose their baby teeth - it’s a representation of childhood innocence thing.”

“I still have a baby tooth. There was no adult tooth underneath, so if that’s the rule… I didn’t exactly break it…” You sighed, taking a long dredge of pop.

“If that’s the case, I’m surprised you haven’t seen anything before. We’re not exactly subtle around adults, since they usually can’t see any magical shenaniganery.”

“Okay. Well, the wings are gone now, so… what’s that about?”

“They become visible when the job starts and vanish when it ends,” you explained, resting your elbows on your legs and folding your hands. “I told you I travel around town for work, and that I worked with kids, both of which are true.”

“You said you were a child psychologist.” “I said no such thing. I told you about my job and let you draw your own conclusions. The actual, official title is Fairy Godparent. The wings are… sort of a radar. When there’s something I can do to help someone who needs it, they become visible and act as a sort of calming aura, to let kids know that they can trust me. Sometimes it’s granting a wish kind of help that they need, for bigger stuff, but most of the time… most of the time, they just need someone to talk to. To tell them it’s going to be alright.” You gave a shrug, summoning a few cans of soda from the garage and offering one to Brian. Who accepted dumbly and looked at the unlit firepit as he absorbed all he’d been told. 

“So… Wand? Crown? Magic?”

“The crown and wand are a uniform thing, I only wear them to meetings and evaluations.” “Fairies have meetings and evaluations?” “There are offices, too. Real similar to mortal offices, except everyone has wings,” you chuckled. Sighing softly, you took a sip from your can. He did the same. 

He pestered you with questions for the next half an hour; Are there other fairy god parents in Maple Bay? Did Amanda know? Was her other parent a fairy too? How well did being a fairy pay? You answered them dutifully; Yes, we all work in precinct-like sectors, she’s always known, Alex was a mortal, it pays well enough.

“You think the dog is a good plan for Ernest?” he asked finally, after you finally caved and lit a fire to show off a little magic. 

“It’ll give him a chance to be responsible, and hopefully give him and Hugo something to bond over,” you hummed, finishing off your can. Brian chuckled, scratching at his beardy cheek with a thoughtful look. “You alright there big guy?”

“I was just thinking…” “Uh oh, that’s worrying.” “Watch it, MC.” “Sorry,” you gave him an apologetic smile. He pouted lightly at you, but it melted into a smile of his own a moment later. “What were you thinking?”

“I probably should’ve figured something magical was going on a lot sooner,” he stated, swirling the last of his soda in the can and watching you out of the corner of his eye. His grin went a little cheeky. “There always was something enchanting about you.”

You would have spit out your soda if you’d had any left. Instead you choked on air, looking at him with wide eyes and red cheeks. You ducked your head, trying to hide your smile.

The stars had begun to dot the twilight sky. You heard a deep ‘boof’ a few houses down, and somehow, in years of performing magic big and small, this was the first time you were the one to be bewitched.

[blitzturtles]

have some hecking great puppers in icon form

feel free to use!

[full-grown-fang]

K so I know that Robert and Hugo have precious little interaction, but humor me.

[kimmigawa]

Not Boring Dad! 

Brian | Hugo | Craig | Mat | Mary | Robert | Amanda 1 2 |

[xxproblem-childxx-blog]

Maybe you could draw Ernest playing with dutchess~ or lucien in his fathers clothes just a few ideas~

[tuhq]

just two dads on their off time walking the family dog

[neal-illustrator]

They are probably watching a romcom. Done for anon Comment, request, enjoy

[raddadds-blog]

Can I please have ALL the Hugo headcanons?? PLEASE??? Because he is so painfully underappreciated!

LONG POST LONG POST

- when he sleeps he likes having something to hold on to. before he met the Dad he used to wake up to himself spooning a pillow or his bunched up blanket. now hugo wakes up to himself clinging onto the Dad, always the big spoon. he drools a bit too, and sometimes he leaves some on the Dad’s shirt. hugo gets really embarassed about it, but the Dad finds it really cute. sometimes when the Dad wakes up before hugo he watches him sleep. it’s adorable, cause hugo sleeps with his mouth open a little bit and he kinda snores but its a really soft snore. on days that hugo has to wake up early and go to work, he stares back. the Dad is awake and knows hugo’s looking at him, but he never mentions it because he thinks it’s cute that hugo thinks he’s cute and….. a h ! aha ahhhhh ! h! also it’s the biggest struggle for the Dad to not open his eyes or smile when hugo tries to untangle their limbs without ‘waking the Dad up’. it’s cute how clumsy he is cause he’s so tired in the mornings.

- he’s absolutely terrible at giving directions. he can’t figure out how to read road maps because the font is So Damn Small, and whenever he uses the GPS on his phone to help someone drive, he talks over it. “Take a right turn in 0.4-” “OKAY I THINK IT’S ASKING YOU TO TURN RIGHT”. the Dad is exasperated. hugo is embarrassed. this is why he likes to be the one that drives

- hugo likes romance novels. not even the good ones. you know when you walk into barnes and noble and they have that really cringey romance novel section? you know the ones, the books with like a generic white guy’s abs as the cover? yeah. those ones. he picked one up one day and… at first he made fun of the book, and he read it just to laugh at it, but before he knew it he was invested. he can’t stop reading them. he’s reading the entire Billionaire Bachelors series and no one can save him

- hugo likes the house cold. he has to be freezing 24/7 to feel comfortable. ernest likes it hot, but he doesn’t know how to use the thermostat. he has given up and wears hoodies around the house. tensions are high

- hugo was the wrestling team captain at his high school. he was a huge muscle boy and the entire team loved him. he was really really good at it, but then one match in his junior or senior year a guy from their rival school broke his arm and he never did get back into it. years and years later, he’s a bit nervous, but he uses some of the old moves he knew back in high school, the moves that made his team choose him as the team captain, when he wrestles you on the third date because…. he really wants to impress you. take a moment and imagine how happy he was when you kissed him (if you say ur bitch ass tapped out you’re lying). imagine how speechless he was. let this man be happy

- hugo is fluent in spanish and one day you’re like… “talk dirty to me in spanish, babe.” hugo gets really flustered cause it’s been a while since he’s done anything like that, but he starts talking to you in spanish cause he wants to make you happy. you’re getting really hot about it and he’s literally just… reciting nonfiction literature cause he has no fucken clue what to say

- u know how in damien’s third date hugo adopts duchess? well he’s really afraid of big dogs, but he wanted to make ernest happy. but duchess…… loves him. duchess jumps up on him whenever he comes home and gets really excited and licks his face. duchess tries to sleep in hugo’s bed, but hugo is still scared of this big woofer and wont let her anywhere near his bed. ernest thinks this is hilarious. one morning hugo wakes up and…….. he’s spooning duchess. in his bed. ernest is in the doorway taking pictures. it never ends

[imagine-the-ddadds]

Hugo Vega | Teacher Dad Aesthetic

[leovirgo98]

Hugo: Duchess. You're not having pizza bits.

Duchess: -whimpers-

Hugo: You're on a diet.

Duchess: ......

Duchess: -whimpers-

Ernest: The vet says you're a little fat.

Duchess: -whines loudly-

[detectiveblur]

Dogs change people!

Next is probably Robert Bobert ‘cause he deserves everything in this world.

[vilelittlebitch]

I can be your angle

Or your deville

[teacher-dad-hugo-vega]

Hugo w/ duchess

biggest boof ~Vic

[duchessc0rdelia]

REASONS IM LOVE MY BOY

1. A GOOD BOY

3. GIVE S ME FOOD

4. BELLY RUB

7. HE CAN COUNT I CAN'T DO THAT OMG SO SMART IT'S AMAZING HE'S INCREDIBLE I LOVE HIM

7. SNUGGLES AND SOFT HOODIE

1. DON'T MIND SLOBBER

@e-vega420

[xxproblem-childxx-blog]

a boy and his dog featuring poor hugo

(ernest isn’t walking duchess. Duchess is walking Ernest)

[dreamdaddymoodboards]

duchess cordelia moodboard, requested by anon!