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List of Why The Fuck Didn't I Realise I Was Into Women Sooner #2: Catherine Zeta Jones's sword fight with Antonio Banderas in Mask of Zorro.
That part where her hair was hanging loose and wild and he'd cut the shoulder off her nightdress and she disarmed and advanced on him like an avenging Fury, eyes ablaze and breathing hardā fundamentally altered my brain chemistry. Haven't been the same person since.
#granted i only caught it on tv for the first time years after it was released#i think i was in my later teens#but i remember being struck dumb when CZJ appeared on screen#and then the fight scene#i don't even care that she's fucking Welsh and was essentially playing brownface like the entire rest of the white main cast#(although seriously fuck Banderas's white Spanish ass)#it was 1998 and good mother of fuck that was Elena#i was small and ace and very bi and had a heart boner. a heart-on if you will#i wonder whether i'd hate The Mummy so much if I had watched it before I knew it was racist af#although i think baby Rachel Weiz in the Mummy has a spot on the top ten of this list too#how did she look so completely different and elfish in the first movie. i had no idea it was the same woman in the rest of all her films#you could stick her on a music box. blow her away in the wind like a dandelion#although to be honest i have no excuse whatsoever for loving the Prince of Persia. Gemma Atherton. Jake Gyllenhaal. so hot#idk. maybe because they werent playing plunderers of a colonizer fever dream. the rituals are intricate#knee of huss#catherine zeta jones#mask of zorro#just bisexual things
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identity reveals are always fun
#batcave search history that night: friend has no name. atlantis naming conventions. atlantian names. r there birth certificates in atlantis#theyre so fun to draw guys im sick with it#also: everyone thinking 'But his name is Garth'#I know that and YOU know that but he doesn't until like..... a few years later. canonically#Unnamed Youth 'Aqualad' No Last Name#and arthur does call him both minnow and tadpole so wally n dick r both right in their own ways#and for ppl who really dont know. garth was abandoned as an infant and didnt hang w anyone until arthur took him in lol. what a life#and arthur girl...... was aqualad the best and only u could do#teen titans#fab five#donna troy#wally west#dick grayson#garth of shayeris#roy harper#dc#dc comics#my art#everyone hangin by the salt water pool so garth can hang w them :]
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hihi! iām the anon that asked what your damijon looked like! AND THEY WERE SO CUTE OMGMG, but iād also like to ask what your super sons damijon looks like as well? š„¹ tyty š
hii thank you for that ask, and i'm glad you liked it!! here's a super sons ^^
#ask#damian wayne#jon kent#damijon#jondami#idk if this is shippy enough for these tags but also jic for muting purposes#i checked the last time i ever drew something shippy and it was 2021 asdfgh#it was nice to shake off a bit of the rust so ty again!!#i struggled deciding to keep an older Damian in the Robin suit but i just couldnāt think of anything else he would wear š#so my interpretation is this is around his later teens when he would give up Robin#ā¦my last ship art was velmilla if anyone knows it LOL my beloved tales rarepairā¦#batbabyart
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started reading emma by kaoru mori today and by golly. i am not a binger by any means (far from it) but i zoomed through half of the story in a day. it's literally That Good................
#im stunned honestly hopefully i have more to write on it later#i read a bit of emma as a teen but i think i was too young to appreciate its slow paced nature and themes at the time#diary#adding more to my manga diary entries...#also it's quite nice to read a story set in this time period that doesnt have the usual kind of fantasy or supernatural aspect#looking at you black butler. i love/hate it bc it is my teenhood but also. gestures.#another potential addition to my bookshelf ill have to make space for you miss emma
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spent a month mashing two of my long term hyperfixations together into an AU, bone apple teeth
I wouldn't consider this a crossover as much as an inspired AU because autism brain drew parallels between the two narratives and I think it would be fun to explore the earlier years of the apocalypse, before the world is absolutely decimated (alongside many of the resources), before the fam loses Donnie and Raph, et cetera. I have Plansā¢
Paying homage to this iconic panel from The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys: National Anthem:
Still finalizing each of the bro's code names, but here are the initial drafts and close-ups of their designs:
Riff-Raph
Donamite
Antimatter Master-Plan
Magic Mic
#louder than god's revolver and twice as shiny#*blends Danger Days and Kraang!Timeline future in my brain* oh we cooking now#representation for early invasion mutant turtle teens my beloved#before they truly see the full extent of the Kraang conflict#I think they originally went into the bad timeline seeing this as a fight they could win#like the season 1 finale against shredder!Draxum#the grim reality is something that dawns on them later#but if the kraang hate one thing its persistent hope and authenticity#what could beings that prize power and assimilation despise more than those fighting them seemingly not taking them seriously?#we be we!! embrace the turtle baby /ref#there's this vision of the turtles speeding through the outskirts nyc jamming to loud music and blasting the hell outta Kraang hounds#fyi this AU is inspired more-so by the Danger Days album and The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys: California than National Anthem#guess which killjoy each bros outfit is inspired by :) guess :)))#the fabulous mad dogs au#tfmd au#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#tmnt#rise of the tmnt the movie#explodingstar art#rise donnie#rise mikey#rise raph#rise leo#tmnt au#rottmnt kraang timeline#danger days
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[ID: Digital artwork featuring Shimazaki Ryou from Mob Psycho 100, with some cameos from Serizawa Katsuya and Reigen Arataka. First drawing has Shimazaki in a casual pose as he rests one hand on his hip and the other grasps his white cane. He's wearing a short pink dress with a leather jacket, heels, some pointy jewlery and leggings, smiling smugly. The next image is a rough comic following Shimazaki as he infiltrates Serizawa's home, the text above it stating "Headcanon: Shimazaki likes to teleport into Serizawa's house and steal his food bc he's too nice to stop him". The first panel shows Serizawa flicking the light on, asking in exasperated disbelief, "Shimazaki. Whya re you in my kitchen at 3 am" as Shimazaki casually responds with "Heeeey bud don't mind me just doing a late night food run". Next panel has Serizawa and Reigen sharing a couch as Shimazaki rumages through the kitchen in the background, the words "After Reigen moves in" written near the top. Reigen is facing the kitchen with a confused glare, angrily questioning, "WHY is he in our apartment" while Serizawa stares at the tv in tired acceptance as he responds with "Ignore him". Shimazaki, from the kitchen, inquires "Yo Serizawa did you change the location of the pretzels I can't find them", followed by "3rd cabinet to the left" from Serizawa and a "Thanks" from Shimazaki. End ID]
Shimazaki headcanons for the win
#I dont see much discussion about him outside of being the token blind guy and shipping him with fucking TEENAGERS#speaking of. if you ship him with teru or mingeshi or any other teen I hope you explode and dont interact with this#anyways I headcanon him as lonely because hes too much of an aloof asshole to actually make an effort to connect with ppl#which kinda draws parralels between hima nd reigen which I think is funny#esp since I also headcanon that shimazaki (though refusing to admit it) still has some wounded pride from the time reigen punched him#and copes by pranking him and bothering him whenever they cross paths#though usually hes just bothering the ultimate 5 post Claw disbandment because again. theyre the closest thing to friends he has rn#and Serizawa is unfortunately too nice to do much about his assholeyness so Shimazaki ends up hanging around him the most#anyway I could go on but later I have a lot of Ultimate 5 stuff brewing in my brain#mob psycho 100#mp100#Shimazaki Ryou#reigen arataka#serizawa katsuya#serirei
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I know that Clover's gender is up to interpretation (the devs DID say so themselves) but I still feel weird when people make them exclusively male or female LOL Like it's TECHNICALLY fine??? but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
more in tags as usual because I am a yapper. i am so sorry for having strong opinions about gender and representation. i am usually more fun than this š„²š„²š„²š„²
#whenever ppl talk about clover being male it feels like they are unconsciously reinforcing gender roles???#vague sexist vibes yknow#this is such an innocent thing to complain about but i dont care!! i am a HATER!!!!!!#I think it bothers me so much because it reminds me of how Kris was treated and is STILL being treated. āwell in my headcanon he is a boyā#again its technically fine!!! the devs said its cool and i wont hate anyone for it. but its still so weird yknow#especially cus most ppl reason them to be a boy because āwell he likes guns and thats a boy thing!!!!!!ā#āhis design looks like a boy but his animations are like a girlā#āhe is a cowBOY and he looks masculine so-ā shut up i will stick your head down a toilet#many people think its an obvious fact that they are male.#whenever the cast calls Clover by he or a boy in fan content I can feel my entire face shrivel up#āTHEY WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT!!!ā aka the curse that keeps me from enjoying anything thats just made for fun#i think its a case of self-insertiritis... even though clover is their own separate person as is UTDR's tradition#bonus points if they make them a boy so they can ship them with kanako without being gay š¤Øš¤Øš¤Øš¤Øš¤Ø#š¤Øš¤Øš¤Øš¤Øbonus points if they make them female so they can ship them with flowey without being gay š¤Øš¤Øš¤Øš¤Ø#female clover is actually rare and not nearly as problematic. i can tolerate female clover because luckypatch is such a rare ship anyhow#this does not even mention the weird ships with martlet and ceroba. yeah its the monster girls only. and in those theyre also a boy#never starlo or dalv which thank god but. guess why. go figure#ive had people headcanon martlet knowing clover as a kid and dating them later? i do not need to explain why thats grooming LOL#the undertale yellow fandom on reddit. is so bad. god. do not go there#i know its filled to the brim with teens who have the media literacy skills of a wet piece of paper and their minds in the gutters 24/7 but#cmon.#the things they have done to ceroba and martlet. the curse of being women. girlypops i am SO sorry you do not deserve it#undertale#undertale yellow#uty#clover#ceroba#martlet
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Baby Fever
Ominis Gaunt x Fem!MC. 11 years after the events of fifth year. Could been seen as a final part to Note Taking. But trilogy is so sweet I didnāt want to include smut.
Summary: Anne is struggling after the birth of her child, and Sebastian has too many kids of his own to give Anne the proper care she needs. Sebastian calls on you for help, but your husband Ominis insists on coming along despite his affinity for children. 13.3k long so grab some tea besties.
Warnings: 9.5k of fluff and angst and Ominis healing from childhood trauma and then about 3.5k of smut. Breeding kink but like- itās sweet I swear. Maybe a bit of cockwarming thrown in there (Sorry, Jesus. Iāll repent later). Minors DNI!
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Y/N,
I hate to do this while business is booming for you, or should I say blooming? Sorry. I need a bit of humor whenever I can get it. Anne is not doing well since having the baby. Sheās been on bed rest and sheās a complete mess. I can imagine you ridiculing me, but I am allowed to say such things. She is my twin after all.
Her husband still isnāt back from that work trip. My wife has been asking around the Ministry for me, but no one knows anything. He wouldnāt have missed the birth of their daughter. And sheās four days old now, the cutest thing, by the way. She's starting to look just like Anneās baby photos.
Anyway, Iām getting off track here. Sorry if this letter is scattered. Iāve got all four of my kids here with me. Their mother has to work while Iām taking off time to look after Anne. Obviously, someone has to earn money for the abundance of school robes weāll be paying for in the very near future. They canāt be home alone with the youngest being only one. Heās walking now! Have I told you yet? Well, standing and wobbling. Heās getting there. Gonna be the next Slytherin Quidditch Captain in no time.
All this is to say, I need some help here with Anne. Helping her and taking care of her newborn is a two-person job. My kids make it a three-person job. Iām drowning a bit in diapers and screams and tears. Think everyone here has had a tantrum today alone, including me.
Needing your help desperately, my dear sister-in-law of mine. Donāt let Ominis roll his eyes when you read him that bit. He is my brother, blood be damned.
Sincerely,
Your Most Handsome Brother-in-law
S.S.
P!S! Please for the love of Merlin, bring washcloths. Between everything Iām trying to keep up with laundry and itās simply impossible.
You glanced over the top of the letter once you were done reading it aloud. Contrary to Sebastianās predictions, Ominis was not rolling his eyes. In fact, he looked forlorn and pale. Not only was he worried about Anneās safety considering her poor condition after having the child, but he was no doubt worrying about Anneās husband who was actually quite a lovely bloke. He fit in just right with Anne and Sebastian, and he very quickly grew on Ominis despite his attempts to keep the jokester at bay. In his eyes, Ominis had enough of that energy with Sebastian and Anne, who had been handling her curse greatly in the last few years and was back to her wild self, until the pregnancy complications that is.
What Ominis refused to acknowledge was that Anneās husband didnāt have the mischief or malice of Sebastian and Anne. He was just a golden, loveable, arguably dopey guy. His love for Anne was so pure. He bawled multiple times on their wedding day. Being gone for so long during the latter days of Anneās pregnancy was unlike him. And to miss the birth of his firstborn child, and likely their only considering the complications, was beyond excusable. Not that he would even try to excuse it because he was truly that honest of a man!
And then there was Anne, the most heartbreaking part of the letter. The doctors had her on bed rest seemingly indefinitely. She spent the last two months of her pregnancy in that dreary bedroom. When her husband was forced onto his work trip a week and a half ago, you closed up your magical plant shop and stayed by her side until the baby was born. A girl. She was born healthy with the cutest button nose. You held her for hours after she was born while the healers and Sebastian all huddled around Anne in worry.
Once Anne was safe and resting, Sebastian had tiredly collapsed on the couch next to you. You hadnāt seen him that exhausted since you were teens still in school, causing mayhem that affected yourselves more than others. His wife had been watching over all four of their kids all day so that Sebastian could spend that moment with his twin. You put the baby girl in her uncleās arms and the two fell right asleep just like that.
It had only been a few days, but you were wanting so desperately to get back to the little girl. And while Sebastianās kids were a handful, to say the very least, you wanted to see them as well. You had done your fair share of babysitting those mongrels, so they were quite attached to you. Their obsession with you and inclination to always come visit and run up and down the hall of your home was actually welcomed, as crazy as that sounded.
By the time you realized you loved children and wanted some of your own, you were already deeply devoted to Ominis. Because of his past, he wasnāt too enthusiastic about having children of his own. That was fine. Sebastian seemed set on having plenty for everyone.
Ominis stood from his velvet armchair and announced, āIāll grab the washcloths.ā
āOminis, you do not have to go.ā
He had stopped in the middle of the hall to ponder it. His head shook in disapproval. āIām going to look after Anne. Youāll look after the baby. Sebastian will pack up the Quidditch team and head home so that Anne can rest in a peaceful house. Does that sound like a plan?ā
You met him in the hallway and took his hands in yours. Butterfly-soft kisses were left on his knuckles. You spoke firmly and slowly to make your point. āYou do not have to go with me to Anneās. I can take care of both. Itās okay.ā
āDonāt insult me,ā Ominis insisted with a harsh whisper. āI wonāt faint at the sight of a child, and if Anne needs me, I will be by her side. She is my sister.ā
You chuckle, lightening the room for a moment, āOh, so Anne is your sister, but you canāt admit Sebastian is your brother.ā
āThatās because Anne is my sister through and through, but Sebastian canāt just claim such a title just because his kids call you Auntie. Such a thing has to be earned! Bestowed upon!ā
āOkay, okay,ā you giggled and smoothed his shirt across his shoulders to calm him. āYou know he only says it at this point because it gets a rise out of you. And perhaps thatās why I bring it up too. Youāre cute when you go red.ā
āOh, well thank you for adding to the stress,ā Ominis shortly huffed in annoyance then turned to the bathroom to grab your houseās supply of washcloths.
Usually, he went along with your playful tones unless he was really out of sorts. You frown and follow right at his heels into the bathroom. āSweetheart, we are all stressed. Iām sorry to make light of things in such dark times, but you always say you enjoy my light. Iām only trying to help you feel better.ā
āI know. But right now-ā Ominis pinched the bridge of his nose. āCan I just be alone for a moment? Why donāt you go pack up those strawberries for Sebastianās kids? You know we wonāt finish them before they go bad if they stay in our kitchen.ā
With your head hung low, you trudged to the kitchen and began to ransack your cupboards for potential meals. If things were really as bad as Sebastian made them seem, he likely didnāt have time to cook properly for the kids, Anne, and even himself. A few sandwiches and the berries would make a healthy enough lunch. If Ominis was truly planning to go with you, Sebastian really could head home for a break like Ominis suggested. Sebastian could no doubt figure out dinner for his kids at his own home with the stress of Anne and the newborn off his shoulders.
āIām sorry for snapping,ā that was Ominis leaning against the doorframe to your tiny kitchen. He looked exhausted as though he fought some great battle during his moments of solitude in the bathroom. He hated this side of himself, the one that could be so cruel. With his history and his trauma from his childhood, you didnāt ever fault him for being triggered.
The entire friend group was blissful until Sebastian started having kids with his wife, which was only a year or two into having your adult jobs after graduating from Hogwarts. Ominis had gotten used to them, slightly, but now with Anne having a child, he felt like he couldnāt turn in any direction without feeling an immense guilt.
āThat was hardly snapping,ā you kept up your light tone. It wasnāt an act. You really werenāt fazed by his behavior. These were stressful times for everyone. āYouāve bitten me before, so I think I got off a bit lucky this time.ā
His cheeks turned a light shade of pink. After all these years, you could still fluster him. It was actually one of your favorite pastimes. How much teasing could Ominis handle? You were always itching to find out.
āThat- that was one time. And you- you said you liked it,ā Ominis straightened from his lean against the doorframe as he stammered on, āAnd that was different.ā
āI did like it,ā you reassured him. Memories of that night fluttered back. The sting in your shoulder. The cold from the blood dripping down. Tasting metallic on his lips afterwardā¦ āMaybe if you would bite me more, I wouldnāt have to keep pressing your buttons to see which one ignites that side of you.ā
Ominis rubbed his face as though he was tired of your antics, but his cheeks turning a deeper shade, nearly all red now, told you all you needed to know. āYou drive me crazy, you know that?ā
āDidnāt I just admit to doing it on purpose?ā
Ominis could hear the knife come out into the cutting board. He tilted his head. āWhat have you been up to in here? Thought you were going to grab the strawberries.ā
āSandwiches for everyone. Doubt Sebastian has had time to make lunch yet. Iād rather make them here than amid whatever chaos is happening there.ā
Then Ominis was behind you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder to map out where you were. It glided down to the small of your back and then snakes around the front, his other joining as his body pressed into yours from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder. His chest rumbled against your back as he spoke, āForgive me for taking my stress out on you?ā
āYou hardly said anything, Ominis. There is nothing to forgive.ā
His lips pressed right at the back of your jaw where it met your ear. āMaybe Iām asking in advance for tonight.ā Then his mouth opened. His teeth grazed your skin so lightly you thought you imagined it. And then, rather evilly in your opinion, Ominis stepped back and released his hold on you. āHurry up with those sandwiches. Iām going to handle a few things before the trip, but Iāll be waiting by the fireplace to floo by the time you are done in here.ā
Sure enough, your husband was waiting for you patiently at your fireplace after you finished packaging up the lunches. He held out a hand to steady you as you stepped up on the brick, hardly a necessary gesture, but he was being extra sweet with you while he still could.
āI put a closed sign out on the shop,ā he sounded almost formal about it.
āThank you,ā you breathed out in gratitude, āI completely forgot.ā
āThat Alihotsy is getting a bit big for the nursery. Itās extending across the walkway. Startled me for a second.ā
āSorry. Yes. That fellow from Honeydukes is meant to come by sometime this week for it. Iāll have to write him to explain that we are looking after Anne. Maybe he wouldnāt mind if we dropped it by late at night on his doorstep?ā
āMaybe tomorrow night. Weāll be too tired after this.ā
You chuckled and shook your head. āYou always talk me into being lazy with you. Promise you wonāt talk me out of it tomorrow too?ā
āI would like its leaves out of the walking path, so I promise, tomorrow night we can take it to him. I wonāt drag you to bed too early.ā
āBut I do look forward to ending up in bed with you after.ā And with that, you threw down the floo power and were transported to Anneās bungalow in Feldcroft. Upon entering, the first thing you noticed was the noise. There was a baby crying, kids screaming, and footsteps pounding around on the hardwood floor.
āI said to get that thing out of here!ā That was Sebastian, sounding exasperated.
āI canāt catch it!ā His oldest child, who was seven going into eight now, whined back.
āThen chase it out the door! It canāt be in here. It- oh! Y/N. Thank Merlin youāre here. Popped in at an awful time. Sorry for the mess.ā Sebastian, while cradling his youngest in his arms, a baby who was about a year old now, kicked a few toys out of the way so you could step off the edge of the fireplace.
āAuntie Y/N!ā Three children trapped you with hugs from all around. Then behind you, Ominis popped up in the fireplace and the three were rushing to embrace him as well.
You chuckled and put a hand on Sebastianās shoulder to ask, āSeb, why is there a chicken on the couch.ā
āItās on the-?ā Sebastian turned and started to wave the brown chicken off of his sisterās couch. āShoo! Shoo! You are lucky I havenāt cooked you yet!ā
You rolled your eyes and pulled out your wand. āLevioso. Accio.ā The brown chicken squirmed in your arm, but you held it at your hip and then turned to the three kids with an eyebrow raised. āWho brought a chicken in the house while Auntie Anne isnāt feeling well?ā
None of the kids said a word, but the two oldest shoved each other while they all stared at the floor in shame. You sighed and said, āIf you go and collect all the toys in the house and put them in the diaper bag, I will give you the surprise I brought.ā
The kids lit up. Their guilt long forgotten.
āA surprise?!ā
āWhat is it?ā
āAh, ah, ah. Pick up your toys first.ā Then the three of them were off collecting the messing they made and putting it in their youngest siblingās enchanted diaper bag.
You put the chicken in the backyard and came back to see Sebastian and Ominis having a chat on the couch while the baby while trying to pull itself up on the side to join in. Ominis flinched when the baby grabbed his pant leg. You were quick to dive down and pick the little one up, grunting as you did so.
āMy oh my, you have gotten big! What are they feeding you? Rocks?ā
āThat oneās gonna win the World Cup. I just know it. Gonna be the best Beater there is.ā Sebastian played with the babyās chunky ankles while you held it. It cooed back at him as if it understood and agreed.
You laughed and moved the baby to your hip to then use your free hand to touch Ominisās shoulder. āYou wanna go check on Anne while we set up the picnic for the kids outside?ā
Ominis nodded and stood up to leave. He seemed thankful to have an excuse not to join the chaotic lunch plans.
Sebastian smiled wide. āAm I hearing this right? You brought lunch?ā
āJust some sandwiches and strawberries. Figured you hadnāt had the time.ā
With an exasperated sigh, Sebastian leaned his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. āYou thought right. Itās beenā¦ a lot. The baby is sleeping now, I mean, the other baby, the newborn, Anneās baby.ā Sebastian paused for a second then whispered, āThatās still so crazy for me to say. Iām so happy for her.ā
āYou and your cousin are going to be the best of friends!ā You told the one-year-old on your hip. So close in age. How fun! Theyāll only be a year apart at Hogwarts. Bet theyāll get into even more trouble than we did.ā
Sebastian covered his face and groaned. āMerlin, donāt say that. They already make me crazy as it is. Canāt imagine how Iād handle them being as wild as us.ā
āSebastian, there was a chicken on the couch when I got here. You may want to mentally prepare yourself for all sorts of Hogwarts shenanigans.ā
Meanwhile, Ominis was knocking on Anneās bedroom door and waiting to hear her voice before letting himself in. Sebastianās kids were still being rather loud, but the decibel levels had greatly depleted. Ominis shut the door gently, but firmly, hoping to trap out any further noise. Their little feet could still be heard scampering about the echoey wooden floors as they searched for their abundance of toys to put away.
āThought you two must have arrived,ā Anne sounded exhausted. Ominisās heart immediately ripped in two. He hadnāt heard her voice so raspy since they were teens. Anne had mostly healed from her curse. At around the ten-year mark, she decided she wanted to try for a child. She and her husband were happy and head over heels in love. They just wanted one child to share the love with. The risk was great with Anneās past, but she didnāt want some retched curse to stop her from living her life the way she dreamed.
āAnd it was a good thing we did. Sebastianās kids were terrorizing your home.ā
Anne laughed at that, though it was quiet and airy. āThey are just playing, Ominis. Thatās why kids do. Not a dull day around here lately, thatās for sure.ā
āStill, Iām sure you could rest better if it was quiet.ā Ominis took a step to the right, meaning to meet her at her bedside.
āWait-,ā Anne croaked out, causing Ominis to freeze. āThe bassinet is on this side. Come around to the other.ā
Oh, right. Ominis swallowed thickly. He had forgotten about Anneās baby for a moment. The room was so peaceful. It was hard to believe a child was in here with them. āRight, sorry.ā
āNothing to be sorry for, Min,ā Anne reassured as Ominis walked around to the other side of the bed. āJust didnāt want to bump into it and wake her. Sheāll be hungry when she wakes up.ā Which was Anneās way of gently warning him that the baby was probably going to cry for food soon that way he didnāt panic when he heard it.
Ominis cautiously sat on the side of Anneās bed and asked, āAnything I can get for you? Iām here to look out for you, and Y/N is going to look out for the baby once she feeds Sebastian and the kids and sends them home.ā
āHonestly, I was dying of boredom before you came in. Just you being here is enough.ā Anne placed her hand over Ominisās and squeezed. āAnd how is my Y/N doing? Howās the shop coming along?ā
There was a thankful sigh of relief from Ominisās lips at the subject change. He could talk about you and the shop for hours. āWeāre loving it. She put me to work though with all the upkeep. Iām regretting cutting back my hours at the Ministry. At least they didnāt make me sweep.ā
Anneās soft chuckle sounded much closer to her normal self this time. Ominis let some of the tension in his shoulders release from knowing Anne wasnāt feeling too much pain at the moment.
āYou know, they would take you back full-time in a heartbeat if you offered.ā
āNo, no,ā Ominis quickly backtracked with a smile, āNo, trust me, being at the shop is a walk in the park in comparison to the Ministryās paperwork. The half of my week there is like a vacation. Besides, itās right next door to the house. No travel sickness. And the greenhouse smells lovely. Much better to work in than those dingy offices.ā
āHey now, donāt talk bad on those dingy offices. I canāt wait to get back to them in a few weeks. Iāve already planned on how to reorganize mine. Bit of spring cleaning.ā
Whatever was going on with Anne, Ominis had assumed it was to do with the curse. Hearing her so confidently say she would be back to work soon made Ominis tilt his head in confusion. Was she being her stubborn self, or were things not as bad as Sebastianās letter made it seem. It was always hard to tell with the twins. Anne played everything off as fine, but Sebastian acted like Anneās paper cuts were life-threatening.
āPlanning to get back there so soon? Well, donāt strain yourself. The office will still be just as meek and dusty no matter how long you wait.ā
āSuppose so. Might be nice to spend some extra time just with her.ā Ominis couldnāt see it, of course, but he knew Anne was referring to the baby in the bassinet on the other side of the bed.
There was a soft knock on the door, and with Anneās approval, you cracked the door open just enough to peek your head in. āUp for a few visitors? The kids want to say goodbye one by one. Iām including Sebastian in that category too, of course.ā
āHey!ā Could slightly be heard from the hallway.
Then, one at a time, you allowed the kids to give their Auntie Anne a kiss goodbye. Lastly, Sebastian went in with his youngest in his arms. Anne chuckled at the red stains on the babyās hands and shirt from the strawberries. She could picture how it probably mashed the berry in its hand before shoving it in its mouth and likely missing its mouth entirely so that the strawberry ended up mostly on the ground. Her heart tinged a bit. She wished she could have joined them for lunch and not been forced to stay in her tiny bedroom.
āGet some rest,ā Sebastian mumbled as he kissed her forehead.
āYou too,ā Anne replied. āThank you for looking out for me these past couple of days, but go home and relax. Ominis and Y/N will take good care of us here.ā
Then Ominis felt a hand on his shoulder. By the way it lightly massaged him, he instantly knew it was his wife. She leaned in close to whisper to him, āIām going to walk Seb and the kids home to make sure none of them wander off. Theyāre a bit ornery today. Will you be okay without me?ā
A pang of guilt stabbed him in the stomach. Ominis hated that he was the one you were worried about leaving while Anne was quite literally bedridden. It was embarrassing that you felt as though you needed to check in with him before taking a quick walk just a few houses down to Sebastianās place. Hisā¦affinity to kids was bad, he knew that, he knew that you knew that and thatās why you were being overly protective. Still, it hurt his ego just a bit.
āTake your time. Weāll be okay here,ā Ominis whispered back, trying his best not to sound short. If there was any uneasiness in his tone, he knew you would drop everything to comfort him. That couldnāt happen now. Sebastian might have needed your help walking the kids back, but Ominis knew that it was partially an excuse on your part to spend more time with them. He didnāt want to take that from you.
The baby, well, Anneās baby was sleeping anyway. Sebastianās was blowing raspberries while Anne was cooing a goodbye to it.
He waited until he heard the front door close to admit to Anne, āYou asked how sheās doingā¦ I donāt think sheās happy.ā
āWith the store?ā There was a hint of terror in her voice as if Anne feared it was something worse.
After a moment of silence, Ominis shook his head no. āI can tell she wants more. She grew up in a big family and then Hogwarts was always just as loud and chaotic. At first, I think she appreciated the peace and quiet after we got our house, but latelyā¦ Lately, I wake up in the middle of the night and sheās gone. She goes and falls asleep by the gramophone in the living room as if she needs the noise for comfort.ā
A gentle hand touched his shoulder as Anne said, āOh, Ominisā¦ā
āI think she would be happier if she were with someone that could provide what she wanted, but sheād never admit that.ā
āNo, she wouldnāt. I know you canāt see the way she looks at you, but youāre her world. Donāt ever even suggest such a thing to her. It would shatter her. She is happy with you, just you. Weāve talked about it before, she and I. She is content with being an aunt to Sebastianās kids, and now my girl. Please donāt worry over this in the slightest.ā
Anneās comfort eased his pain, but the guilt of it all still weighed him down. They chatted for a while about Sebastianās wife and her exciting job until you made it back to the house. You leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom and listened to the two old friends talk for a while before interrupting, āDo you want to have a bath while I change your sheets for you, Anne?ā
āIs that your way of saying I smell?ā
āYour hair is a bit of a mess,ā you joked as you walked up to her side of the bed and gently moved the bassinet so that you could help Anne up.
At the sound of shuffling and Anne wincing, Ominis offered, āDo you want me to-ā
āItās alright,ā you said, suspiciously quick. āUs girls have got this. Iāll just set Anne up in the bath. Do you want to start removing the blankets?ā
Ominis stood from the bed and started to remove the covers at your request, albeit a bit reluctantly due to his confusion and frustration. Why didnāt you let him carry Anne to the bathroom? It wasnāt like the intimacy mattered. He couldnāt see.
Wordlessly, he carried the laundry to the back porch and then felt through the linen closet for another set. The two of you met back in Anneās room at the same time. You kissed his cheek and took the fitted sheet from him to start unfolding it. That was the only covering you managed to get on before the baby stirred in the bassinet. It started to cry out, loud and demanding. Ominis flinched and clutched the blanket he was holding while you scooped the baby up in your arms.
āOh, that sounds like a hungry cry,ā Your voice was soft and unfazed by the cries. āCome on. To the kitchen, we go. Iām going to show your Uncle Omi how to make a bottle for you.ā
Ominis tensed at that. āWhy? I thought we agreed that I take care of Anne and you take care ofā¦her.ā
āIf we really are going to be here the next few days helping out, you might as well learn.ā You didnāt say anything more as you headed to the kitchen. It was up to Ominis whether or not he followed.
And follow he did with a heavy sigh. Anneās kitchen was far more spacious than your own. He still hadnāt mapped out where everything was since it all seemed to spread apart. There was even room under the south-facing window for a breakfast nook area that had the perfect view of Feldcroft. You stared out at it wistfully. Down the way a bit, you could make out Sebastianās two oldest digging away in their front yard. They had told you on the walk back that they had been trying to dig to the center of the earth. You had laughed and told them they would need a pretty long ladder, but you didnāt discourage their determination.
āDo you want to hold her while I grab the-ā
āJust tell me where it is,ā Ominis insisted, sounding a bit exasperated. His heated tone made you giggle. When you first met him, he used to always be on edge like this. There was a cold exterior about him that was snappy and sarcastic. In his defense, Sebastian was putting him through a lot at the time with his unforgiving plight to find a cure for Anne. But you didnāt mind it then just like you didnāt mind it now. Ominis was complicated, and thatās what drew you in.
āA step forward and to your left. Should be a cylinder tin on the second shelf of the cupboard.ā Your direction was easy to understand and deeply appreciated.
Sometimes at work with the Ministry, Ominis would ask something like, āWhich one?ā Only for his coworker to inevitably reply something stupid like, āThe green one.ā He never had to prod you for more information. If only he could bring you everywhere to direct him like this. Though, maybe not while you held a crying baby in your arms.
āIām putting an empty bottle right beside the tin here. But first, we need to set up the kettle.ā
āAre we making tea for Anne?ā This he was familiar with even in Anneās kitchen. Ominis made quick work of taking the kettle from the stove and filling it in the sink.
āJust heating up the water a bit. Not too hot. Iāll show you how to check the temperature after weāre done. While thatās heating, you can measure the power. There should already be a scooper in the tin. Two scoops should be plenty. Sheās still so tiny.ā You took a moment to admire the baby girl in your arms. She really was the spitting image of Anne.
While you rocked her to soothe her cries, Ominis poured two scoops of the formula into the bottle and tried not to grimace at the sour smell of it. Now he understood why babies smelled the way they did. It was a mix of this awful powdered milk and the starchiness of baby powder. Very off-putting and unpleasant.
āWater should be warm enough now. Iāll tell you when to stop pouring. Go slow,ā you directed. You stopped him just at just a quarter full and reached to touch the bottle to feel how hot the water was. āJust a splash of cold water and that should be perfect.ā Ominis brought the bottle to the sink and literally just let the smallest splash into it. You giggled and prompted, āOkay, maybe two splashes.ā
Next, you handed him a clean top for the bottle which he took a moment to stir on straight then asked, āAre we done here?ā in a very bored tone.
You smiled as you shook your head and clicked your tongue. āAlways so impatient, my love. The powder needs to be mixed in. Youāll have to shake the bottle and-ā Ominis started shaking the bottle immediately, wanting to get this over with. Formula sprayed out of the nipple and got on the kitchen floor, Ominisās hair, and your face. He froze, realizing his mistake.
Your laughter was so intense that you doubled over, clutching the baby to your chest so that you wouldnāt drop her during your fit. Ominis was blushing, but the sound of your laughter made him smile sheepishly.
āI am an idiot,ā he proclaimed.
āYes, yes your are. You have to cover the tip of the nipple.ā
āExcuse me?ā Ominis sounded almost offended. You laughed harder, not being able to take much more of this.
āThatās what the rubber part of the top of the bottle is called! Itās not like I came up with it!ā After taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you reached over and placed Ominisās finger over the tip of the bottle. āOkay, now you can shake it without making it rain indoors.ā
āIām sorry,ā he mumbled shyly.
āI love you,ā you answered.
Once the formula was mixed up, it was time to test the temperature. āThis part is simple. Hold out your wrist,ā you told him. When he did, you guided his hand that was holding the bottle to dab the slightest bit of formula on his inner wrist. āDo you feel that?ā
A flash of uncertainty washed over his features. āYes, but how do I know if itās right?ā
You held out your wrist, lighting bumping it to his so he knew where you were. āLet me feel and Iāll tell you.ā
The fingers of his free hand drifted across the palm of your open one, acting as if he wasnāt sure where your wrist was. You had a smug smile knowing it was all for show. You had made your movements very clear. He only wanted to touch your hand, but you werenāt about to call him out on that. The bottle dipped to let a drip fall on your wrist. It was like warm. Not too cold that the powder didnāt mix in properly, and not too hot that it would hurt the baby.
āThis is perfect. You want to test it on your wrist again so you can remember this temperature for next time?ā
He snorted and insisted there wouldnāt be a next time, but he tested the formula on his wrist once more and looked rather deep in thought as if trying to memorize the feeling. You kissed his cheek and thanked him while taking the bottle. A weight lifted off Ominisās shoulders when the baby stopped crying in your arms. He let out a heavy sigh.
āGlad thatās over.ā
āWell, get used to it because itāll probably happen every four hours or so.ā
That statement did not spark joy for Ominis, but you hadnāt been trying to. It was the truth. This was the reality of helping out Anne right now: a crying newborn.
āLetās go check on Anne in the bath.ā Now that was a statement Ominis didnāt mind. You followed him down the hallway and stood at his side while he knocked on the bathroom door.
āHow are you doing, Annie?ā He asked in a soft tone.
āJust fine, Min! Iāll be getting out soon. Howās the baby?ā
āOminis made her a bottle!ā You cut in proudly.
Anne paused a moment then asked, āāS it poisoned?ā
Ominis rolled his eyes while you responded, āNo! I watched him like a hawk. I promise! He did great!ā
Anneās laughter echoed in the bathroom. āWell, then thank you, Ominis!ā
In the living room, you nestled in on the couch, using the armrest to support your elbow. Holding the baby in the kitchen that whole time had made you ache. She wasnāt heavy either, maybe six pounds at the most. You couldnāt fathom how Sebastian held his youngest all day. That baby was huge!
āAnything I can get you?ā Ominis was hovering over you from behind the couch. His hand was resting on the back of it and his fingers were reaching up to brush your shoulder. It was clear he wanted to touch you, but you were holding a baby and that terrified him.
āMaybe turn on a bit of music? Thereās a very fancy-looking phonograph sitting in the far corner on your left. Itās begging to be played.ā
Your wish seemed to be his command. Ominis brought out his wand and used his sensing charm before pointing it precisely at the phonograph. The needle reset itself on the record and began to play a beautiful sonata. It started out with a feathery light piano that was quickly joined by a set of strings. You werenāt well versed enough in muggle music to know if it was a violin or cello, but its tender tones took the lead of the song while the piano supported the beat and background. There was just a hint of a wind instrument harmonizing with the main melody of the strings. It wasnāt prominent enough to tell if it was a flute, or perhaps a panpipeā¦
āCome sit by me,ā you requested dreamily.
With the music and the airy sound of your voice, Ominis was lost in the moment. He kissed the top of your head then walked around the front of the couch to be next to you. The string instrument started to swell. His hand rested on your knee as he sat down and immediately inched higher and higher until his forearm bumped your elbow and he briefly wondered why your elbow was sticking out like that.
Reality came hurtling back like a bludger. His hand jolted off you as if your skin burned him. He had forgotten about the baby being fed in your arms.
Ominis hoped you hadnāt even noticed his slip up, that you were too lost in feeding the child. With the way you were talking to it, Ominis felt as though he was in the clear. You were commenting on how the babyās hand was curling around your ring finger. It seemed to like the smooth texture of your wedding band.
āYou trying to steal my ring, little one? Four days old and your mommy has already trained you to be her little niffler? Well, Iām very sorry. You canāt have my wedding ring. I love it too much. You can have your own if you choose to get married one day.ā
āAnna and Sebastian are probably competing to see who can have the most mischievous child,ā Ominis said mostly to himself since he assumed you were lost in your own little world.
āI wouldnāt put it past them,ā you joked in return. āAnd you can put your hand on my thigh if you would like. It is not going to offend the baby.ā
Sometimes he hated how in tune you were with him. Ominis put a hand back just below your knee and squeezed to show his annoyance with you, a move he often did to fluster you and keep your teasing mouth quiet.
The move was not working out in his favor while you were holding the baby, however. You gossiped to her, āOh, Uncle Ominis is mad at me for some reason. Iām in such big trouble. Heās got the grumpy pout. I think heās feeling a bit bashful that I called him out, what do you think?ā
A loud thud sounded from the bathroom. Ominis was standing in a flash. You dropped the bottle beside you on the couch to grab him by the shirt, insisting, āYou take the baby! Iāll go get her!ā
A look of annoyance washed over Ominis's face and he defied your request, āAre you insane? Just let me-ā
āSheās going to want it to be me, not you.ā
For the first time since your school days, he bitterly reminded you, āIām blind! Itās not like Iāll see anything!ā
You were standing now, matching his volume. āSheāll just want a woman there that understands-ā
āIāve known her a lot longer than you have! Sheās a sister to me, I understand her perfectly! She-ā
āSheās still bleeding,ā you whispered through your teeth, āYou know, down there. Thatās why sheās been on bed rest. They had to give her muggle stitches.ā
Ominis paled and swallowed quickly. He had assumed Anne was hurting from the curse. The last thing on his mind was average birthing complications. āOh.ā
āSit down on the couch and put your elbow on the armrest,ā you insisted in a very angry tone that you only ever used on Sebastian when he was stepping out of line, which was very, very rare these days. Hearing you so angry sent a shiver down Ominisās spine. He sat, but panic was bubbling to his surface when he realized why you told him to put his elbow on the armrest.
āMy love, please, Iām sorry, I canāt- Donāt make me-ā
āItās a newborn, Ominis! She isnāt going to remember this moment! You canāt possibly do anything wrong. Just feed her the rest of the bottle!ā Your screaming made Ominis snap his mouth shut.
You leaned down and put the baby, who was now crying from her bottle being ripped from her and all the commotion, into his arms with a gentleness that shocked Ominis. How you went from screaming at him to carefully making sure the babyās head was supported on his arm just right, he would never know. The bottle was picked up from where it had rolled to the other side of the couch and put firmly in Ominisās hand with a bit more fire to your placement this time around.
āFeed her. She canāt cry if there is a bottle in her mouth. Relax your shoulders. Iāll only be gone a minute.ā
Then your footsteps were fading. Ominis couldnāt stop his entire body from shaking. The baby was still crying, and although the only other sound in the house was the soft piano and strings coming from the phonograph, Ominis was overwhelmed to the point of shock. The baby weighed in his arms, but not nearly as much as he expected it to. He had held Sebastianās firstborn twice: once when it was a month old and then one other time when it had just started crawling. Sebastianās baby was never as feather-light as the dainty little thing crying in his arms now. It didnāt even stretch across Ominisās chest. Tiny little feet were kicking his right arm that had been white-knuckling the bottle. They were covered in fuzzy knit socks that felt soft and plush against his arm with each weak kick.
The baby seemed to kick some sense into Ominis because he realized it would stop crying if he would just hurry up and give it the bottle. At first, he tried placing it in the babyās flailing hands, but it wouldnāt take it from him. Was holding a bottle not something babies could do for themselves? He was pretty sure Sebastian was able to hand his youngest a bottle and walk away. Why didnāt this one know what to do?!
Ominis was ready to give up, but he didnāt know how to move the baby properly or where to put it even if he had the nerve. The couch? Would it roll off? The floor? Surely that wasnāt appropriate.
āFine! Fine,ā Ominis grumbled. He set the bottle between his legs and then hesitantly touched the baby's chest and glided up to feel where its mouth was. The thing was so tiny, and even though Ominis was holding it, he still expected it to take longer to find its mouth. But before he could pull away, the baby sucked his pointer finger in and bit down. It might have not had any teeth, but its gums were still brutal!
āOw!ā Ominis hissed and yanked his finger away from the little gremlin. He shook his hand with a dramatic flair to lessen the hurt. The baby went right back to crying. āThat was uncalled for.ā
Finally, Ominis was able to get the bottle in the babyās mouth. There was an annoying squeak from it sucking on the rubber, but other than that the living room had turned back to its peaceful state. The record on the phonograph was playing a more upbeat tune. All was well.
Meanwhile, you had sprinted into the bathroom panicked and breathing heavily. Anne was lying on her back near the sink, about a meter from the tub.
āAnne!ā You gasped and hurried over to her.
āOh, hey,ā Anne laughed lightly, not acting injured in the slightest. āHow was your domestic disagreement? I have never heard you two argue like that. It was quite entertaining.ā
āAre you hurt?ā
āMostly just embarrassed. I slipped while I was brushing my teeth. Wasnāt even walking or anything, just tumbled over for no reason. Held onto the sink though, so it wasnāt too bad.ā
āYou need help up?ā
āYeah. My hip is pretty sore, as if it wasnāt bad enough down there already,ā Anne always kept a light tone to not worry others. You understood the sentiment. She didnāt want to be treated like a child or hovered over. Sebastian used to do that to her constantly, he had gotten a lot calmer over the years, but Anne hadnāt learned to get rid of her coping mechanisms yet.
āLet me dry the floor then Iāll help you up. Looks like a hurricane happened in here. Were you playing with the bath bubbles?ā You joked to put her at ease.
She sighed gratefully for your calm nature. āMaybe. It had been a while since Iāve had a bubble bath. Might have got a bit carried away.ā
You dramatically dragged a towel along the floor at the edge of the tub and asked, āA bit?ā
It took some patience, but you managed to get Anne to her bed. There was still only the fitted sheet in place, so you added the bedding around her and made a point to tuck her in so tight that she couldnāt even wiggle. She shoved your hands away, laughing at your antics. The two of you chatted for a bit about your new plant shop and whether or not you missed working at the Ministry.
In the living room, the light squeaking of the bottle stopped. Ominis frowned in confusion. He could feel that there was still a bit of liquid sloshing around in the glass. Would the baby start crying again? Why had it stopped eating? Fearing the worst, he set the bottle down on the couch beside him and then leaned his ear in close to make sure the baby was still breathing. He placed his hand over its chest to feel the rise and fall. The tip of his middle finger touched its chin and the bottom of his hand was over its stomach. How could something be so small?
The babyās hands latched onto his, one grabbing his thumb and the other his pinky, holding Ominis against its chest. Ominis blushed at the contact. The hands were soft and oh, so tiny. It could hardly clasp his thumb properly. Its breathing started to slow. The record on the phonograph came to an end, leaving a soft scratching sound to fill the room.
āAlright then,ā his voice was but a whisper so that he wouldnāt disrupt the tranquil atmosphere of the room. Having his hand cradled like that made his heart clench tightly and painfully. The babyās little cotton clothes were slightly wet around its neck from the formula, but other than that, Ominis didnāt mind that his hand was trapped.
His own breathing started to slow for the first time since arriving at Anneās place.
A few moments later, you had been sent by Anne to collect her child. She wanted to snuggle with the baby while they both had a nap. The fiasco in the bathroom had worn her out.
The last thing you expected to see was a soft smile on Ominisās lips while he seemed to be resting. The baby was pulled in close to his chest and was clutching into Ominisās hand. They both looked fast asleep. The sight filled you with warmth. Your eyes softened, and you nearly wanted to shed a tear. Instead of disrupting them right away, you turned off the phonograph that had been playing nothing and washed the unfinished bottle in the kitchen sink.
When it came time to finally collect the baby from Ominis, you felt slightly guilty for dragging it out for so long. He just looked so precious holding a child. It was doing things to you, making you yearn for things you had sworn off thinking about.
With the utmost care, you reached to scoop the baby out of Ominisās arms. His left arm tightened around the child, drawing her closer to his chest.
āDonāt,ā he whispered.
That wasā¦odd. Was he talking in his sleep? You couldnāt recall Ominis ever doing such a thing.
āItās just me, love. Iāve come to relieve you from your babysitting duties. Sorry it took me so long.ā
You tried going in for the exchange again, but Ominis insisted, āJust another moment, please. Just one moment.ā His voice was breaking. It was clear now he hadnāt been sleeping at all to begin with because a tear escaped from the corner of his eye. It had been quite some time since you had seen Ominis in such a fragile state. When he would open up about his family and his childhood, sometimes he would get quiet like this. In those times, he had held onto you like you were driftwood in an ocean of terror he was drowning in. The way he was cradling the baby so close to his chest now meant he was anchoring to her at this moment. You couldnāt bring yourself to take her from him, even if the babyās young mother was wanting to see her.
The only thing you could do was sit beside him on the couch. Your head rested on his shoulder and your hand rubbed in soft patterns across his arm. A few moments later, you had to tell him, āAnne sent me to collect the baby.ā
Ominis nodded and softly said, āWe shouldnāt keep her waiting any longer then. You can- you can take her now.ā
There was a tense static in the room. The last thing you wanted to do was end this moment. Even with Sebastianās for at born, Ominis had never asked to hold them, let alone hold them longer the few times he had been forced to.
āWhy donāt you just carry her to the bedroom for me, hm?ā
That was not what Ominis wanted to hear. His eyes widened with fear. āI canāt I- I donāt know how to.ā
āItāll be alright,ā you were already adjusting his left arm so that he was providing better support underneath her as you spoke, āJust support her bum here. You can use your other arm too if youāre unsure. Just bring that one to cover here and- There. Now youāve got a very good hold on her. After you get up from the couch just put it right back there where I showed you. Iāll lead you to the bedroom. Come along, now.ā
Before he had time to come up with an excuse, you were dragging him up from the couch and guiding him to Anneās room. Usually, he hated being guided places unless the situation was dire or he was in a big crowd. Sometimes people at work would try and guide from around the building. He took a bit of offense to it. If he ever needed a guide, he could just use his wand!
But now he was holding this tiny little thing in his arms, and it was alive and depending on him not to trip or bump into something. Without fighting it, Ominis let you hold his elbow and guide him across Anneās house to the master bedroom. You had him sit in an armchair in the corner of the room as you joked with Anne, āYou said, āBring the babyā, and I wasnāt sure which one so naturallyā¦ I brought both.ā
āYou two look good like that. With her,ā Anne commented as you put your hand on Ominisās shoulder.
You were thankful Ominis couldnāt see your flush or the warning look you gave Anne. Around Ominis, you tried your hardest to avoid the topic of starting a family of your own. Your mother mentioned it every time the two of you visited her. She wanted grandkids. Usually, Anne and Sebastian were safe to converse with because they knew Ominis as well as you did. A comment like that almost felt out of character for Anne, especially since she was so protective of Ominis.
āIāll have to take your word for it,ā Ominis replied smoothly.
āHave you burped her yet?ā
āHave I what?ā
You laughed and patted Ominis on the shoulder. āThat can get messy. Why donāt we let Anne do that, hm?ā
āI can do it,ā he offered quickly. āJust tell me how, and I can do it.ā
You draped a towel over his shoulder and directed him to lay the baby against it. It didnāt take long to burp her. Ominis winced at the wet gurgling by his ear and the pungent, sour smell of the formula coming back tenfold. You giggled at his reaction and seemed to be cleaning up the babyās face so that Ominis could go back to snuggling her.
āIām glad you two are getting along. Iād hoped you would. After all, sheās named after you.ā
A beat of silence dragged by before Ominis was able to ask, āWhat?ā
āMy little Minnie. Cute, donāt you think?ā Anne smiled softly. āYou were always there for me when Sebastian and I had our falling out. I appreciate you and Iām thankful for everything youāve done for me.ā
āMinnie is such a sweet name,ā you commented once you realized Ominis was too stunned to respond. āPerfect for this sweet little girl.ā
A couple of hours went by while you and Anne chatted. Ominis didnāt move from the armchair with Minnie and never once complained about his arm going numb from holding her.
Went you stood up so go start something for dinner, an Apparation crack sounded from outside. All three of you were alert and tense, wondering who it could be. You brought out your wand and headed to the front door, but it burst open before you had the chance to get there.
āAnne?!ā The desperate cry of her husband called through the house. His heavy footsteps sprinted for the bedroom. Blood and scrapes littered his face and his hair and clothes were in disarray and even looked a bit singed. āAre you alright?ā He raced to embrace her.
āYouāll have to give her up now, my love,ā you whispered in Ominisās ear while Anne and her husband reunited.
With a heavy sigh, Ominis stood from the armchair and approached the side of the bed Anneās husband was standing on. He tearfully took Minnie from Ominis then looked at Anne in disbelief.
āShe looks just like you.ā
Sebastianās wife was standing in the entryway, looking just as disheveled as Anneās husband. While you and Ominis left the bedroom to give the new family some privacy, Sebastianās wife explained, āThere was a dragon attack that led to a cave-in. He was trapped for nearly a week.ā
āLucky you were able to find him. Youāre amazing, honestly. Are you okay? Do you need anything? The both of you look like you got in a fistfight with the dragon!ā You told her.
āNearly did! Its tail swung at me at one point. Itās been an eventful day. All thatās on my mind is getting home to the kids and Sebastian.ā
āWeāll be heading home as well, I think. Stay safe.ā
With her gone, you cleaned up a few things around Anneās house. Ominis tagged along on your cleaning spree, but he was nearly silent while doing so. You worried today might have been too much for him, but you would decide you would wait to check on him until after getting him to the comfort of your own home.
āYou can floo first, Ominis! Iāll be right behind you. Iām just going to throw this blanket in the laundry bin.ā
He was gone in a smokey, green flash. As promised, you traveled just a moment later. You hardly had a second to focus on the blur of your living room before a pair of hands were haphazardly dragging you forward until a rather demanding set of lips landed over yours. In his defense, Ominis had warned you earlier that day that he would be taking his stress out on you.
āWhat a lovely welcome home,ā you comment when he pulls away, thinking it would end there.
His voice was a bit raspy in your ear, āTell me what youāve been wanting, and Iāll give it to you.ā And although the sound of his voice was arousing, you could tell he wasnāt talking about anything sexual. There was a pointed annoyance in his tone. The unspoken dream youāve been trying to keep to yourself secret all these years seemed to be weighing down on the both of you.
āOminis, I donāt expect that of you. Is this because of what Anne said about us looking good with a baby? She was only teasing, Ominis. You know I would never ask that if you.ā
Lips started to trail down your neck, tasting you. Between kisses, Ominis was whispering, āSo good to me. Trying to hide her desires. Itās okay. I want it too.ā
āWhat do you mean?ā You managed out between gasps. His hands were exploring every inch of your body as if he didnāt already have you memorized. It took all of your willpower to restrain yourself and pull away from him because he seemed as though he was going to continue on without clarifying if you werenāt going to make him.
He groaned as if he was the one losing out on pleasure by you pulling away. āWant it too. Wanna give you a baby,ā he whined softly. The words shocked you enough that your hold weakened. Ominis took the opportunity to lean back in, but you put your hands on his shoulders to hold him at bay.
āI think you caught an illness while at Anneās,ā you say in a worried tone. The back of your fingers pressed to his forehead. āYup, just as I suspected. You have a bad case of baby fever. I think a good night's rest will be just the cure.ā
Rolling his eyes at your antics, Ominis insisted, āIāve thought about this before, and I know you want one. I donāt need sight to know how you feel about Sebastianās kids. You are always coming up with excuses to be with them longer. Itās okay. Iām not going to be angry if you admit it. I just want you to be happy.ā
āI am happy. Iām happy with you. I donāt need anything more. I would never ask for anything more.ā
Ominis rested his forehead against yours. āI know you would never dare to ask. Thatās why Iām offering.ā
āAnd youāll regret offering such things in the morning,ā you reminded him.
āNo, I wonāt.ā
āI know holding Minnie was overwhelming for you, but donāt let those new emotions cloud your judgment. Youāve never wanted kids before this. Just think for a moment and-ā
āI have thought about it, many times. Maybe Iāve been apprehensive to the idea, but that was before. I thought it wasnāt possible for me to connect with children, that I wouldnāt be able to care for them the way a parent should. I thought Iād be cold and distant like my parents, so I didnāt want to bring a child into this world for them to feel alone and unwanted. But now, with her, I was able to care, to- toā¦ā
āTo love?ā you offered
āPlease say you believe me,ā he sounded so lost and broken.
Your hands cupped his cheeks as you wiped away his tears of frustration. āI believe you. I never doubted that you wouldnāt be able to love our child if we had one. I just assumed you didnāt dare to let yourself try because of your parents. I love you, Ominis. Of course I want to have your children. I want them to be just as stubborn, but just as caring as you. I want them to have your sarcastic wit but also your devoted loyalty. Itās something Iāve thought about endlessly, so donāt think Iām turning you down when I ask for you to think on it just a while longer. Let the emotions from today come back down. Iāll make us dinner, weāll go to bed. Then, whenever you are ready to talk about this, we will.ā
Ominis managed to look disappointed but grateful at the same time. āIāll think on it.ā
And think on it he did, or simmer was a closer description. While you were in the kitchen, he pretended to read with his wand. There was a moment of uncertainty when he thought about how holding Minnie had made him feel. Would he be able to connect like that with his own child? But then again, how could he not? His own child would be half you, and he loved every part of you, even the side of you that thought you knew what was best for him by making him sit with his thoughts.
After a while, you brought him a cup of tea and kissed his temple. Ominis mumbled a thank you and continued to pretend to read. He could tell by the way you lingered in the doorway as you left the living room that you had used the tea as an excuse to check in on him. Instead of clueing you into his thoughts, he remained aloof and sipped his tea without showing any emotion positive or negative. The last thing he wanted was to hear you ramble about how he wasnāt in the right headspace to know what he truly wanted.
What he wanted was to be buried deep in you as he came. He wanted to, for once, not ruin his adrenaline rush by pulling out at the last second. He wanted you to have his child. He wanted a family with you, and he didnāt want to waste another second before starting it. This was something he should have done years ago.
āDinner is ready,ā you announced. There was a tremor in your voice as though you were nervous to speak to him. You spent the last thirty minutes hiding in the kitchen and wondering if he was cross with you since he hardly spoke at all when you brought him tea.
āIt smells lovely in here.ā Ominis played along with you, pretending not to notice your slip-up.
āThank you. What were you reading?ā
āA book that Sebastianās wife recommended about keeping dragons.ā
āThat sounds intriguing.ā
āIt is.ā
And that was all you got out of him. Ominis finished his food before you then disappeared to the kitchen to do the dishes while you sat in silence at the dining table. The wine wasnāt strong enough to keep your mind from worrying. How long would things be like this? Usually, Ominis was easy to get through to, so your arguments never lasted long. Would this remain an unspoken thing in your marriage for years to come? Forever?
You tiptoed into the kitchen with your empty plate. Ominis had done most of the dishes except for a single pan and the plate and fork in your hands. Even though you were trying to be as quiet as a mouse, Ominis held his open hand out in your direction and said, āYour plate.ā
Reluctantly, you handed him the dirty dish. āThank you for cleaning.ā
āYou cooked, so I cleaned. No reason to thank me. Itās only fair.ā
āYouāre right,ā you whispered quietly.
Ominis raised his brow. āWhat? No comeback? No telling me how wrong I am for not accepting your gratitude? No making me think about it before I decide I want to do the dishes?ā
āSo you are mad at me!ā You said it like it was an accusation. āI knew it. Youāre being ridiculous! Iām only asking you to think on this before you decide!ā
āYou think I havenāt thought about it? Nearly ten years of marriage and you donāt think I fantasize about what it would feel like to hold you while my child is growing inside you?ā He dried his hands on a dishrag and then leaned against the counter, looking exasperated. His volume hadnāt matched yours yet. He was holding back.
āYou donāt have to do this just because itās something I want!ā
āJust because Iām scared doesnāt mean I donāt want it too!ā His yell seemed to echo in the tiny kitchen.
After a second of trying to remind yourself how to breathe, you felt horrible for letting it escalate so far. Hearing Ominis was scared just made you want to comfort him. You spoke softly, āOminis-ā
āNo, donāt do that. Donāt pity me and try to comfort me. Donāt use that as an excuse for us not to do this. Either you want us to have a child, or you donāt. I need you to be fully in on this as well. Iāll need you to show me how to make a bottle a few more times, how to change a diaper, and how to hold them properly. I need you to be patient with me, but I donāt want you to pity me. Is that understood?ā
āI understand.ā His words started to sink in. He seemed satisfied with your agreeability and turned back to the sink to finish the last two dishes. When the water cut off, you were still frozen in the center of your kitchen and trying to figure out if this was all real or a fever dream.
Ominis was humming a melody that had been playing earlier on Anneās phonograph as he put away the pan he cleaned last. When he passed you by, a hand reached out to touch you. It dragged across your stomach to your hip and squeezed.
āIf you are feeling against the idea any sort of way, now might be your last chance to speak up,ā he warned, āI wonāt be able to hold back tonight with this on my mind.ā
āDonāt hold back-ā Was all he needed to hear before you were backed up against the kitchen counter with his lips how and heavy on yours. His approach was usually far more gentle. The two of you could kiss for hours before heād even cop a feel. Now his hands were unbuttoning your clothes at your waistline and tugging the fabric down with haste.
This is what youāve been dreaming of. Only a handful of times had Ominis ever devoured you in such a way. Things were more heated when the two of you were younger, exploring each other, and having uncontrollable urges. Since marriage, Ominis had calmed in that sense. You lived together, so he had the ability to take his time and appreciate every inch of you. It was always about bringing you pleasure as many times as the night would allow. Tonight was a stark contrast to those gentle touches.
Before you knew it, he had your panties around your ankles and was telling you to sit on the counter that he had just cleaned. You hopped up as told, but your position still didnāt have his approval. His fingers hooked under your knees and yanked so that your ass slid across the counter until it was nearly hanging off the edge. He smirked at the feeling of your heated core bumping into his dress pants.
āRight there. Stay right there on the edge for me.ā And then he was sinking to his knees. His hands held your inner thighs to keep you from trying to close them, not that you would have.
His mouth was everywhere except the one place you wanted it so desperately. Your clit ached for attention. It seemed like Ominis would be taking his sweet time with you after all. This was usually welcomed attention, but tonight, you wanted him inside you more than anything. You didnāt even need to finish yourself as long as he spilled inside of you.
But even though your mind didnāt need an orgasm, that didnāt mean your body wasnāt craving it. Your hips bucked slightly when his nose nearly brushed against your clit. His hands held you down on the counter as he chuckled. The vibration of his laugh made you quiver.
āDonāt fall off the counter, now. Twisting your ankle wonāt get you out of taking my cock. Iād just lay you on the bed and elevate your foot with pillows before filling you up.ā
āOminis,ā your voice came out like you were scolding him. Heās spoken dirty before, but never quite like that.
āJust today you admitted in this very kitchen that you push my buttons on purpose to get me to snap and bite you, yet Iām the one being told off. And for what? Making sure my wifeās hypothetical, hurt ankle would be taken care of before I give her the child she so desperately wants?ā
āI- oh-,ā You lost your train of thought as his lips brushed against your clit before taking it in his mouth and sucking. The feeling was too much after waiting for so long. You squirmed again, this time to get away. The feeling in the pit of your stomach always felt better releasing when things had been slow and steady. Now, you could feel the tension building alarmingly fast.
Ominis took your hips trying to move as a sign of your eagerness. His tongue lapped up your wetness that had started to seep out. Then, it dipped inside of you and his nose rubbed against your clit. Your hands were gripping the edge of the counter to keep yourself from flying off.
Now you were saying his name like a prayer. Your breathy pleas were quite the opposite from how you had just scolded him a few moments ago. Hearing you pant and mumble his name made him smirk. You could feel the corner of his mouth rise slightly against you. That action was enough to send you over the edge, almost literally if Ominis hadnāt been holding you in place on the counter. He kept his tongue in place to feel you pulse around it, though he was careful not to overstimulate you and ruin your high. Only when the pulsations slowed to nearly an end did he pull back and stand up.
āSuch a good girl for me. Coming on my tongue and sounding so sweet.ā He kissed you with the taste of your juices still on his tongue. You hadnāt even dared to let go of the counter while Ominis got to work unbuttoning his own pants. āWas gonna wait to have you in the bedroom, but I donāt think I can.ā And then, he was lined up at your entrance and pushing in.
His movements were slow as he took you in an all consuming kiss to distract you from the stretch. Normally, you could handle whatever Ominis threw at you. This time, you were sitting nearly upright because of how close Ominis held your for the kiss. The position made it hard to take him fully, at least in an enjoyable way. You tried leaning back, and while that did help things start to feel pleasurable, your hand had landed in a stick of butter. The plate clanked against the counter. You immediately cursed under your breath.
Ominis, having heard the plate, had the audacity to laugh at your demise. He pulled out and scolded you, āYou arenāt making a mess of my clean kitchen, are you?ā
āIt seems like youāll have to wait until we get to the bedroom after all, and now Iāve got to wash my hand as well!ā
His hands didnāt leave you the entire time you stood at the sink to try and scrub away the slimy mess on your hand. Even while walking down the hallway his hands were at work taking off your shirt and throwing it who knows where. Needless to say, you were both naked by the time you made it to the bedroom.
Vibrations ran down your neck from his voice mumbling while his lips were against your skin. āLay on the bed.ā
You had expected his hands to be all over you again the moment your back landed on the mattress. Instead, Ominis felt around for the pillows at the head of the bed. He tapped your hip. āLift up.ā
It was hard to deny his odd request because of how deeply you loved when he got a bit bossy like this. You lifted your bum so that he could slide a few pillows under you. The gesture seemed sweet, but entirely unnecessary. Youād been married for nearly nine years now, it wasnāt like you were delicate in the bedroom.
āYouāre very sweet, my love, but I donāt need this to be comfortable. You wonāt break me.ā
Ominis stilled. His hand rested on your thigh. It looked as though he was debating something. āItās notā¦ for your comfort.ā
āThen why are you- oh.ā You swallowed your words when it set in. Your hips were high in the air like this. Gravity would make the mess Ominis was about to make stay inside you instead of seeping out.
āBut are you comfortable like this?ā Ominis ran his hand from your hip to your breast. His hand squeezing around you was faint and soft, more akin to a tender caress instead of anything overtly sexual.
āYes,ā you earnestly answered.
āYou might have to stay like this for quite some time,ā Ominis leaned closer to your ear to whisper, āCan you handle that?ā
You nodded, then felt stupid before replying verbally, āIām comfortable like this. I can stay as long as you think itās necessary for it toā¦ set in.ā
His hand moved from your breast to lay over your heartbeat for a moment. A satisfied smirk spread across his lips. āYour heart is racing.ā
āI might be a bit excited.ā
āOh yeah?ā Both his hands smoothed down your body until they rested on your hips. He got on his knees between your legs. āIs that what people are calling it these days?ā His thumb messily rubbed over your clit then dipped down between your folds to feel the sticky arousal that had been leaking out of you since the kitchen. There wasnāt much of a rhythm to his movements because he was just wetting his hand so that he could lubricate himself, but still, his hand touching you there in any capacity made your breathing pick up.
You were mumbling his name all desperate and breathy. Ominis chuckled at how needy you sounded. Giving you what you were begging for, he lined himself up, which caused you to whimper even more because his tip dragged across your clit a few times before he found your entrance. As he started to sink in, you sighed in relief. This angle was much better than sitting on the counter. With surprising ease, he nearly bottomed out. There was just a pinch of tightness that made him still for a moment.
His lips were leaving tender kisses across your chest and neck while he let you adjust to the feeling. You were mumbling into his neck for him to move, to take you. Your neediness made him want to give in to those desires, but Ominis wanted to memorize everything about this moment. The smell of sweat and sex in the air was absolutely vile, but incredibly mouthwatering all the same. He could go deeper than he ever had before at this angle, but that area felt tight around his tip. Ominis pulled out slightly and thrust back in slowly, being careful not to go too far and hurt you.
āMore,ā you were begging, nearly crying in the crook of his shoulder.
Not being able to deny you a second longer, Ominis started to thrust his hips. It wasnāt shallow, but he still wouldnāt let himself go further than the two of you were used to. Your arms wrapped around him and your nails lightly skimmed across his shoulders. He shivered and his hips stuttered unevenly, accidentally driving deeper into you. Immediately, Ominis pulled back and whispered an apology in your ear, but you held tighter onto him.
āAgain, do it again.ā
A tentative hand brushed the hair off your forehead so Ominis could kiss it. He pushed in deeper, but deliberately slow so he could listen for any signs of discomfort. His thumb found your clit again, hoping to give you a bit of pleasure to combat the fullness. The second his thumb grazed over you, your walls convulsed around his cock and your body shook erratically.
Ominis felt his own waves of pleasure building. On instinct, he tried to pull out to finish on your stomach. Your thighs wrapped around his waist to hold him in place.
āPlease, come inside me. I want to make you a daddy.ā
Your words made the tips of his ears go red. But now that he wasnāt so lost in the moment, he remembered the whole point of the evening, why he had made you rest your hips on a pile of pillows, and why he was able to reach this deep inside you in the first place.
āStop me if it hurts,ā was all the warning Ominis could give before his hips started to rut against you, hitting as deep as his length would allow with every feverish thrust. His pelvis was hitting your clit each time, Turning you right back into a moaning mess beneath him.
āThere, right there.ā
His breath was hot and heavy on your neck, āGonna fill you up with my seed, sweetheart. Iām gonna fuck you just like this twice a day with your hips all high and willing to take me until we find out it worked. And then, Iām going to keep coming in you every night after to celebrate. Iāll fill you up so good, that we wonāt know if itās my come or my child growing in you thatās making you bigger.ā
Talking dirty wasnāt new for Ominis, but it was rarely obscene and never, ever like this. That with how deep and fast he was fucking you made you speechless, breathless, thoughtless. You couldnāt even see straight, so you just held onto him for dear life and panted, but no breath was deep enough to fill your lungs or call you down. The tension in your entire body builds to the point that your leg was cramping. You wrapped it around Omniās leg just to ease the pressure, but Ominis saw that as you wanting him to go harder.
So he did. His hips snapped into you hysterically. You cried out in ecstasy as another orgasm hit you like a train.
His hips faltered and he groaned as he came while your walls relentlessly milked his cock. You couldnāt stop writhing beneath him. Feeling his warm spurts of come paint your walls and add pressure made your intense waves of pleasure drag out. Ominis was on his elbows and panting, his lips right above yours. You already couldnāt breathe, but you pulled him down for a kiss regardless.
āI love you,ā he gasped as he pulled away from the kiss. āWas that okay? Are you hurting? Should I get you a-ā
Ominis had started to move, but your arms wrapped tighter around him and your walls clenched around his length. āDonāt move yet. Stay. Just stay.ā
Seeming to understand and reciprocate your need to be close, Ominis rested on an elbow and then used his other hand to caress your body as if you were made of glass. āIām not going anywhere, love.ā
The two of you laid like that for a while just playing with each otherās hair and whispering sweet nothings. Soon, Ominis started to get hard again inside of you. He slyly shifted his hips, but his excuse of getting more comfortable didnāt work on you.
āOminis,ā you whined in an exhausted tone. How was he ready to go again!?
His kisses on your neck paused while he laughed against your skin. āWell, I did say twice a day until weāre certain, didnāt I?ā
#writing this gave me so many emotions#i grew up in a house that was an in home daycare and in my later teens my mom fostered babies#so it was fun to get into the mind of someone that doesnāt feel the same as me#i think Ominis would be apprehensive about kids because he is insecure and thinks he would ruin them and repeat the cycle of abuse#Sebastian as a dad... I'm imagining him with a bit of weight on him and smile lines... im mentally cheating on ominis#also Seb's family is lowkey based on Crowlispo's OCs#I'm imagining Agatha going on some grand adventure to save Anne's dorky husband#hogwarts legacy#ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt x reader#ominis gaunt x mc#ominis gaunt smut#my writings
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Flashback, warm nights.
[First]Ā PrevĀ <ā-> Next
#Poorly Drawn MDZS#MDZS#Season 1#wei wuxian#lan wanji#jiang cheng#should I have a teen tag? for all the flashbacks? Maybe I'll add it later#Linking the song for its 80's vibes + flashback melancholy + I think its fun#We have finally arrived at the cloud recess flashback! Dramatic first meetings under the moonlight! A sword fight! acknowledgement of skill#Its like everything you see in a 'No Homo' martial arts story that makes you go 'hold on that's a little...'#except we rejoice; for these bitches do be nurturing plot relevant homoromantic tension#I have to give a shout out to 15 year old wwx for in all honesty he had no way of knowing who he was facing#on day *one* of cultivation Christian summer camp! talk about bad luck#ok some other notes: I wanted to give non mxy!wwx distinct features while still looking somewhat consistant#and i think im happy with it! Softer bangs + mole + different hair tie ain't much but it works for me#they'll soon all be in white with small accents so I gotta do what I can#What im not happy about is my paneling B*/ theres no excuse for why I went back to the bad 3 square format other than I was lazy#Sadly I do these in batches so my bad habits stick around for a little longer
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This is what the media complaining about Lance not engaging with them looks like to me
#I read one of the Mike krack interviews or well someone reporting on it#And ofc they finished it off with a well Lance doesn't talk to us the media therefore qed he doesn't want to be in f1#And like maybe let's use our brains for just a minute shall we?#Maybe just maybe if we stretch our thinking muscles we can see that not being a bubble of joy to the media#(who've done nothing but tear you down since you were a teen)#Does NOT equate to your motivation to do your ACTUAL job of driving the car and development of the car (which Mike talks about REGULARLY)#Also perhaps seeming unhappy with a shit car is good?#Ya know rather than just settling he wants to do better? Does that not speak to motivation in and of itself?#Idk man my patience with f1 journalism is long gone#Lmao that became a rant of sorts š
#Anywho gay shit coming later
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SO it turns out I have even more thoughts on him than I realized, like I wrote 14k words about him and I still have so much more to say so hereās some headcanons that didnāt really fit anywhere. NOT WORKSAFE, but this covers a wide range of topics, with the nsfw stuff being only like 1/4th of them.
Adam Frankenstein Headcanons
- General:
Heās a stew guy, like thatād be his go-to meal if he could have it. He likes that no matter what it always tastes a little different than the last time and how easily it can be modified with different ingredients plus it warms him and makes him feel cared for.
Gets cold easily and gets colder than most people can handle, though he still prefers to be wrapped up in something warm.
His voice is deep and can vary between gravelly and raspy, though it gets a tiny bit higher when heās upset or extremely passionate about something.
Tends to mutter under his breath and talk to himself a little when heās working on figuring out something complicated.
He can be a bit impulsive and it often bites him in the ass, but heās working on it.
Has absolutely NO care for looking how men are expected to look at that time in society.
His hair gets very poofy and wavy when itās taken out of a wet braid.
He has thin skin, and though he heals relatively quickly, he also scars very easily and bleeds easily too.
Will read anything and everything he can get his hands on. He wants to learn about the world as much as possible.
His favorite fiction genre is romance, and he likes big, toxic all-consuming romances and thinks theyāre the height of romance. Heās a Heathcliff stan (hey, heās gotta have SOME bad qualities, am I right?).
Not the best at singing, canāt really stay on tune, but he enjoys singing when happy and alone. Gets very embarrassed if caught.
Animals either adore him or despise him, there is no in-between.
Has a habit of slouching over when standing, to seem just a little shorter.
Feels emotions very intensely. Heās never just sad, heās devastated, heās never just angry, heās furious, heās never just happy, heās overjoyed. Itās something heās working on.
- Romantic:
He has a habit of staring at the one he loves for a long time, blinking very minimally.
Adam doesnāt like to be far away from you, and will follow you around like a lost puppy.
Very much would prefer to have some part of him touching you at all times, usually handholding.
Takes him a while to get used to you touching him as opposed to him touching you, but once he does, he melts.
Braid his hair! Itās practical, its cute, it says fuck you to fashion trends of the time, and itād make him smile. Braid! His! Hair!
Loves the idea of helping out with mundane tasks, like heāll cook and sew and be so very gentle when brushing your hair.
Uses so many little terms of endearments, the more reverence they show to you the better. He wants you to know he puts you on a pedestal and practically worships you.
One thing that will piss him off quickly (unless youāve maybe asked him to please hold back ahead of time) is someone insulting you. Heād be ready to go off on them in a scary way within seconds.
Ideal sleeping position: curled up around you like a pill-bug. Heās big enough that he can probably wrap his body entirely around you and would want to do that every night if he could. Horrible for both of your backs.
If you braid his hair (which you should!) he would want to braid yours in return if possible.
Tends to stand behind you when in public. Partially out of shyness, partially to serve as a warning to others to not fuck with you.
When heās standing behind you in public? The slouch is GONE, he is eight feet of glaring intensity, like a pissed off lighthouse behind a tiny cottage.
Really doesnāt like anyone else touching you and would get a bit more clingy even if it was a purely platonic touch.
Honestly heās very possessive. Heās found one person in the world who loves HIM, flaws and all, and he doesnāt want to risk losing you.
Tells you he loves you at least 4-5 times a day, including any time you leave a room heās in.
- Sexual:
You know that image of the hamster eating a banana? Youāre the hamster.
Massive, ridiculously large dick thatās still in proportion so it doesnāt look too crazy huge, but itās still probably about 9-10 inches hard, 7-8 flaccid.
Absolutely aware of how big he is, and takes every step he can think of to make things easier, though it might still be tricky at first.
Adam prefers positions where he can see your face.
Very vocal, tries to hold back sometimes but fails, very loud.
Says anything that comes to his mind, most of which is just really over-the-top praise for you and how you make him feel.
Heās close to 400lbs of muscle, but very mindful of his body so that he doesnāt hurt you. Even if he lays on you heād still be supporting himself mostly.
Not really fond of mirrors being involved. Heād love to see different angles of you, but himself? Not so much.
Thinks heās going to die and ascend to heaven when he first gets a blowjob. Though he loves it, he prefers to give rather than receive, he wouldnāt want to hurt your jaw.
Not much aftercare the first time because he doesnāt know as much about it, but once he learns heās a king.
Cleans you up, gives you a massage, water, holds you, praises you (even more!), makes sure youāre okay and that you enjoyed it too. He would melt if you do the same for him too.
- Familial/Paternal:
Ideally, he would have two children, he would love to be father to a boy and girl, but he would be happy with any amount or none at all and taking care of pets instead. He just wants to raise and care for something the way Victor never raised and cared for him.
So indecisive with names, like thereās so many good names he would want to use, heād probably leave it mostly up to you.
The one name heād really want to use? The second he hears the name Abigail means something like āmy father is joyfulā he jumps for it because thatās exactly how he feels about being a father.
So scared to hold the baby for a good while. Heās just so big and theyāre so small and if he accidentally hurt them heād never forgive himself.
Hovers around the baby though and still holds its little hand. As close as he can get without holding them.
Once he gets over that, heās a very attentive father.
Very high chance any of his kids would have his black hair and some of his facial features. Heād hope they would have your eyes though.
Lets his kids climb all over him, pull his hair, swing on his arms, anything just as long as they donāt get hurt.
Very encouraging of them to explore and learn new things but also a bit of helicopter dad.
Torn between wanting to keep his kid/s safe from the world and wanting them to be able to do anything they set their mind to.
While not quite 8ft, I think any kids he would have would still grow to be a bit taller than average.
#adam frankenstein x reader#adam frankenstein#lite work#not worksafe#I thought writing a fic would get this outta my system#but he was a hyperfixation for me as a teen and he is again almost 20 years later#like a legit 'cannot think about anything else right now' hyperfixation#I need to write out a short summary of my S/I with him and work on a moodboard I've been making and a selfship playlist I've also been maki#send help#selfship
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of all the star wars movies, which of them do y'all 1) enjoy the most 2) consider the best quality and 3) think you've rewatched the most. add your answers in the reblogs or replies, i'm genuinely curious how much of an overlap there is within everyone's three answers. mine don't overlap at all! they're revenge of the sith, empire strikes back, and the force awakens :^)
#len speaks#star wars#revenge of the sith#empire strikes back#the force awakens#not tagging more films than that bc i cant b bothered. incoming tag ramble ahead bc i have sw brainrot rn and im making it everyones probā¤ļø#i rlly struggled 2 remember if id watched tfa or aotc more. i went w/ tfa bc it was formative to me as a teen and ive seen it probably 6ish#times? whereas aotc was the first sw movie i remember (specifically the scene of obiwan serving c*nt in the bar lmao) but i've only seen it#for sure 4.5 and maybe 5.5 times. the .5 is from when i got bored after obi-wan's scene ended and ran off to go play in the mud or smthn š#i'm sure tfa will eventually get surpassed in number of rewatches by aotc and rots bc i don't fw the direction of the ST but that's my#current ballpark estimate of my total number of rewatches#as an adult tho if i just wanna watch a star war i'll go with aotc bc it's fun and ends semihappily and i can turn my brain off for the#spinny lightsabers. it's great background noise or for if you're sick or whatever. rots on the other hand? i won't talk through that unless#i'm quoting it with my brother and i am LOCKED IN 100% entirely entranced by it all#i almost picked rogue one for the best quality answer but i think the character writing is weaker and the facial cgi is creepy. esb beats#it by a hair imho bc of that. the vader hallway scene goes hard tho!!!#also i'm not covering shows or games or books or anything else in this post - simply the films. might ask abt shows later but that might#also give me hives bc so many of the shows suck ass and i don't rlly want ppl extolling the virtues of t.bb in my notes š#and yes i do think one's enjoyment and one's opinion of quality are two things that often overlap. but sometimes you just like something#bad and that's awesome. like rots is the best of the prequels by a large margin and i adore the opening and characters and many of the#scenes but that doesn't mean it's the best star wars has to offer ykwim? it's my specialest most favoritest sw movie but that doesn't blind#me to the dialogue lmfaooo
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"The land was lost; the world was lost as well... the world is upside down ... and there is no remedy in this kingdom." ā Felipe Guaman Poma de Ayala, trans. David Frye
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#em draws stuff#temeraire worldbuilding collection#oc time again hehe#ā¬ā¬ā¬ā¬ā¬š#look I am ALLOWED to quote guaman poma even though he is a hundred years later and a continent away due to. relevant.#we are briefly departing from the Purple Zone because the next of the purple suggestions in progress was. not the vibe at present.#however tune in again soon for the usually scheduled Purple Zone. which will contain vampire.#I think 5deer gets older-looking every time I draw him... opening up my first picture of him and. wow. a teen. a small lad. no horrors yet.#and here well the horrors have begun.#whoever requested this picked TWO really good palettes but I got really excited about the green one#because I could use cipacton as the background!#struggling with composition? Add Big Dragon. Hide The Part Where The Composition Ought To Be.
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Fun fact! If Sirin survived the Second Eruption, then by the start of the game she would've been old enough to be Kiana's teacher at St. Freya :)
so I was thinking about what it might've been like if only Sirin survived the Second Eruption & was adopted by Cecilia and Siegfried, right?
and usually that scenario is depicted in fanart/fanfic as being Second Eruption Sirin alongside Kiana and/or Bianka and/or HoV, and the rest of the cast as we see them later in the story.
Plus Captianverse Sirin is shown alongside Definitely-Not-Bronya and Definitely-Not-Seele and about the same age as them. So I imagine this is the mental image most people have of Sirin when they think "Sirin with the Kaslana family".
Here's the thing, though! Second Eruption takes place in the year 2000, right?
Sirin was still a kid, my guess is ~12 years old but could be a bit younger or older than that.
But Mei and Kiana were really small children and Bronya hadn't even been born yet!
So if Sirin DID survive the Second Eruption in the real world... she'd be roughly 10 years older than Kiana, give or take a couple years. By 2015, Sirin would be in her early-to-mid-20s!
What's more: Himeko was a high school graduate in 2005, that means she'd only be like 5-6 years older than Sirin (assuming she's 17 or 18 at graduation). Plus according to a Honkai wiki, Rita was 11 years old in 2007. Meaning... Sirin would be only a few years younger than Himeko and she'd even be a few years older than Rita.
By the Kiana would've been old enough to go to St. Freya...
Sirin could've gone to St. Freya, GRADUATED, gotten experience as a Valkyrie, and then returned to be a teacher at St. Freya!
Rita would've been old enough to have been a recent graduate (assuming she ever would've gone to St. Freya in such a world), and Himeko would've already been a teacher for a few years at that point.
So if Sirin survived the Second Eruption, Himeko & Sirin could both have been teachers at St. Freya, alongside Theresa and Principal Cecilia- making Sirin both the adoptive sister of Kiana AND a teacher to her, Mei, Bronya, and Fu Hua. and why not Seele too, just for funsies?
just some food for thought~ ^.^
#also it's kinda hilarious to think about Fu Hua in this case#Fu Hua fighting Sirin in the Second Eruption...#...but then 15 years later she shows up at St. Freya and walks into her first class only to see grown-up Sirin as the teacher#āoh hi sensei! remember when i almost killed you. then you almost killed me. then you killed my student. good times!ā#talk about an awkward situation#honkai impact 3rd#hi3rd#honkai 3rd#sirin honkai#sirin#kiana kaslana#raiden mei#bronya zaychik#murata himeko#rita rossweisse#bonus: Sirin would've been a teen throughout the 2000s#meaning sirin could've been using myspace and early tumblr & early youtube and other ancient relics of the internet :)
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Ah yes, the age-old question of fiction involving Traumatized Teenagers: Is this Trauma or is this Puberty?
#my thoughts#go ahead and tag with whatever Traumatized Teenager you think of#atla zuko#tommy dsmp#lloyd ninjago#leo valdez#percy jackson#i know there's more#ill add more later#link loz#zelda loz#kh vanitas#kh riku#kh sora#kh kairi#kh ventus#again any teen in kh
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Poll Rules:
No Shipping Based Polls - (Exceptions Made For Canon Ships In The LU Comic)
Wind & Four Will Not Be Included In More Mature Themed Polls - (They Are Both Listed As āYounger Teensā By LUās Author JoJo)
Asks Deemed āInappropriateā Will Be Deleted - (Offensive Language, Rude Wording, Etc)
#might add to this later#itās late and I canāt think right well rn lmao#(also this is a edited version of my old pin so sorry to the few people who have this liked already lmao)#also yes I know wind and four are technically listed as teens but there is still a clear distinction between them and the older teen group#so I assume theyāre both meant to be younger
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