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Heart surgery for newborns wasnât always an optionâuntil Dr. Helen Brooke Taussig (1898-1986) changed the game.
She pioneered the first successful heart surgery for infants born with blue baby syndrome, a deadly heart defect. â€ïžâđ©č
Her innovative work in pediatric cardiology laid the foundation for modern heart surgeries, saving countless lives. Today, millions of children grow up healthy and thriving because of her groundbreaking work.
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"FOR HER" â Sakusa Kiyoomi
a/n : its official i am entering my baby fever era :) content : GIRL DAD SAKUSA. fluff. post timeskip. headcanon.
Girl dad! Sakusa who doesnât cry in the delivery room, but when the nurse places her in your arms, you see the change happen in his expression before he even speaks. He stands beside you with one hand resting on the bedrail, still in his zip-up, curls flattened from the long hours, eyes fixed so intently on her tiny face that he barely breathes. You offer her to him, gently, and although he nods and reaches out, itâs with a kind of quiet reverence, like heâs afraid any sudden movement might shatter something fragile. When sheâs finally in his arms, wrapped in that standard-issue hospital blanket, he doesnât look away once. âSheâs really ours,ïżœïżœ he says after a long silence, voice soft and level like heâs stating a fact that still hasnât settled in. Youâre tired and aching and overwhelmed, but in that moment â watching him fall in love so quietly â you feel steadier than youâve felt all day.
Girl dad! Sakusa who approaches parenting the way heâs approached everything else thatâs ever mattered to him â with focus, with discipline, and with the same determination that made him the top ace in the country. He just does it. He reads every product label, tracks feeding times in his phone, and practices swaddling until the corners lie flat like muscle memory. You find him at night adjusting the baby carrier straps with one of her stuffed animals, narrowing his eyes like itâs something to be mastered. In the nursery, everything has its place: pacifiers in labeled containers, diapers stacked perfectly, bottles washed and sterilized on a rotating schedule that no one asked him to create. Heâs not afraid of mess â heâs an athlete, after all â but this kind of order calms him. Itâs the only way he knows to make sense of something this overwhelming. When you catch him in the early mornings rearranging the drawer of onesies so the softest fabrics are on top, you donât interrupt. You just watch because you know that this is how heâs learning to love her.
Girl dad! Sakusa who is the first to notice that post-partum hit you. The way your smile doesnât quite reach, the way your hands linger over chores but donât quite start them, the way you keep saying youâre fine even when your voice betrays how deeply tired you are. He doesnât corner you about it â he just starts making it easier to breathe. He finishes bottles without being asked. He folds laundry without announcing it. He draws a bath and offers you the quiet without implying you owe him anything in return. And when you finally sit down beside him on the bed and admit, barely above a whisper, âI think somethingâs wrong,â he takes your hand and says, without even flinching. âWeâll take care of it. You donât have to do it alone.â That night, when the house is quiet, he tucks her in and then tucks you in too, placing your tea on the nightstand and brushing your hair back from your forehead before placing a kiss on your forehead like heâs reminding you that youâre still being held.
Girl dad! Sakusa who keeps her world structured, calm, and clean â not out of fear, but out of habit, and a deep belief that consistency makes kids feel safe. He doesnât scold when she forgets to wash her hands before dinner. He just walks her to the sink, adjusts the faucet for her, and says, âLetâs try again,â with the same steady tone he uses when coaching a teammate through a play. You can already see how much of him lives in her â not just in her temperament, but in her tiny routines. The way she lines up her shoes by the door. The way she wipes the table with a napkin after dinner. He never told her to do any of that â she just watched him and followed his steps.
Girl dad! Sakusa who always stops what heâs doing when she calls for him. He never rolls his eyes or tells her to wait. Whether sheâs holding a drawing she drew or asking him to see the rain outside on the balcony, he gives her his full attention. She brings him stories, toys, questions he doesnât have answers to yet, and he listens to every single one. Sometimes, she climbs into his lap mid-stretch, legs crossed beneath her, curls sticking to her forehead, and just rests there like she knows thereâs nowhere safer. You glance over from the kitchen and watch as he adjusts his posture just slightly to keep her steady, continuing his cooldown stretches like her presence is just part of the routine now.
Girl dad! Sakusa who teaches himself to braid because one morning she tugs at his sleeve and says, "Papa me want hair like Mamaâ and he doesnât want to be the kind of father who says i don't know how to something like that. That night, while the house is quiet, you find him on the couch with one of her dolls in his lap, video tutorial paused on his phone, fingers fumbling but determined. He practices until the parts are clean, until the elastics hold. The first few mornings, the braid sits crooked on her head â slipping by lunchtime â but she runs to you saying, âPapa did it !â every single time. When he finally gets it right, she wraps her arms around him like he just won a trophy. And later, when you're brushing your own hair before bed, he watches you for a moment from the doorway, then comes up behind you, fingers gently sweeping your strands aside. âI didnât realize how much of you she carries,â he says, quiet and sincere. âIt makes me want to do everything right.â
Girl dad! Sakusa who brushes through her damp curls with more care than you thought possible. The spirals are his â the same exact texture that still coils around his forehead after a shower â but the color is yours, unmistakable in the morning light. When sheâs sitting between his legs and heâs sectioning off her hair into neat parts, you sometimes find him pausing just to look. Not because heâs unsure of the process â heâs got the rhythm down by now â but because every time he sees her, itâs a new reminder that sheâs equal parts both of you.
Girl dad! Sakusa who brings her to matches and never says a word about it being a distraction, though you know how seriously he takes preparation. She always sits with you, gripping a wrinkled âGo Papa !â sign in her fists, her legs swinging off the bleachers while she yells his name through a mouthful of fruit snacks. He rarely looks into the crowd â heâs too focused for that â but today, when she screams his name mid-serve, you swear you see the smallest flicker of a smile on his face. After the game, he comes straight to you both, drops to one knee, and listens to her long-winded play-by-play with a patience that makes even the camera crew step back. You take her hand as he packs up his bag, and she says, âPapa did good today !â He doesnât say anything, but you notice how he walks just a little taller after that.
Girl dad! Sakusa who changes his phone ringtone to a voice memo of her calling for him because he says itâs easier to hear. It plays once during a team meeting and Atsumu nearly falls out of his chair laughing, but Sakusa doesnât even flinch. âSheâs loud,â he says calmly, setting his phone face down on the table, âbut she gets my attention.â When you hear it go off at home, it always makes you smile.
Girl dad! Sakusa who never talks about how much he loves being a father â not in words, at least. But you see it in how he shows up. In the way he learns her favorite breakfast, remembers the exact way she likes her blanket tucked in, memorizes the lyrics to a show he pretends to hate. You see it in how he looks at her when she doesnât notice â like sheâs the most surprising, most important thing thatâs ever happened to him.
Girl dad! Sakusa who holds her hand tightly on her first day of school, walking her up to the gate with slow, even steps. Sheâs excited and confident. She lets go of his hand the second she sees her teacher and runs inside without looking back. You expect him to say something â maybe a joke, maybe a quiet sigh â but instead, he just stands there for a long moment. When you brush your fingers against his, he finally speaks. âShe didnât even turn around.â You lean your head on his shoulder and whisper, âShe''s growing up.â
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I decided to try writing some Primarch x reader content. Here's my first try.
How each Primarchs would react when they hear about your (their wife) pregnancy?
Lion ElâJonson
The Lion would be stunned, his usually unreadable face betraying a flicker of disbelief. Heâd question the logistics first. How could this happen, given his engineered nature? Once convinced itâs real then heâd become intensely protective, almost to a fault. Heâd worry about his child inheriting his burdens (the secrets of Caliban, his own inner darkness).
Heâd build a fortress of security around you, ensuring no harm comes to you or the child. He might struggle to express joy openly but late at night, heâd rest a hand on your belly, silently vowing to shield his family from the galaxyâs horrors. Heâd also secretly dread being a distant father, fearing he lacks the warmth a child needs.
Fulgrim
Fulgrim would be ecstatic, seeing the pregnancy as the ultimate expression of beauty and creation. Heâd view the child as a masterpiece in the making, a perfect blend of his and your essence and a testament to the heights humanity can achieve.
Heâd shower you with affection, composing poetry and music for the unborn child. Heâd design an exquisite nursery, obsessing over every detail to ensure itâs flawless. Heâd talk endlessly to the child in the womb, promising to teach them art, grace and the pursuit of perfection while ensuring your every need is met with elegance.
Perturabo
Perturabo would be conflicted. Part of him would be overjoyed at creating something not meant for war while another part would fear failing as a father. Heâd overanalyze the situation, worrying about the childâs safety in a galaxy of conflict and whether he can provide the emotional support theyâll need.
Heâd build an impregnable nursery-fortress, complete with defensive mechanisms (just in case). Heâd also craft toys and tools for the child, wanting them to inherit his intellect. Heâd be gruff but protective, awkwardly trying to comfort you while hiding his own insecurities about fatherhood.
Jaghatai Khan
The Khan would smile broadly, seeing the pregnancy as a new journey to embark on. Heâd be thrilled at the idea of passing down the traditions of Chogoris, viewing fatherhood as an extension of his role as a protector.
Heâd take you on gentle rides across open plains (if possible), wanting you to feel the wind as he does. Heâd tell stories of his homeworld to the unborn child, hoping they inherit his love of freedom. Heâd also craft a small talisman for protection, a nod to his cultural roots.
Leman Russ
Russ would let out a booming laugh, sweeping you into a bear hug (gently, of course). Heâd be over the moon, seeing the child as the start of his own pack. Heâd boast to everyone about becoming a father, unable to contain his pride.
Heâd insist on teaching the child the ways of Fenris as soon as theyâre born, already planning mock hunts and survival lessons. Heâd be incredibly hands-on, always near you to ensure your safety, and would probably howl at the moon in celebration when the child arrives.
Rogal Dorn
Dorn would be quietly stunned, processing the news with his usual calm demeanor. Inside heâd feel a surge of protectiveness and purpose: he now has something more personal to defend than the Imperium itself.
Heâd design the most structurally sound nursery in the galaxy, ensuring it can withstand any threat. Heâd be a steady presence for you, offering quiet reassurance rather than overt affection. Heâd also begin planning how to instill discipline and honor in the child, though heâd worry about being too rigid.
Konrad Curze
Curze would be horrified at first, fearing his child will inherit his cursed visions or dark nature. Heâd struggle with the idea of bringing life into a galaxy he sees as doomed but a small part of him would cling to hope that this child could be his redemption.
Heâd become obsessively protective, lurking in the shadows to guard you from any perceived threat. Heâd whisper grim lullabies to the unborn child, torn between warning them of the galaxyâs horrors and wanting to shield them. Fatherhood would be a battle between his darkness and his desire to be better.
Sanguinius
Sanguinius would be overwhelmed with joy and sorrow. Heâd see the child as a beacon of hope, a chance to create something pure, but heâd also fear passing on the curse of the Red Thirst or foreseeing their suffering.
Heâd be endlessly tender, cradling you and speaking softly to the child about a better future. Heâd craft beautiful things for the nursery, wanting the child surrounded by light. Heâd also pray to the Emperor to spare his child from his own burdens.
Ferrus Manus
Ferrus would be conflicted: part of him would see a child as a potential weakness, a distraction from duty, but another part would feel a surge of pride at creating life. Heâd struggle to reconcile these feelings.
Heâd approach fatherhood like a project, ensuring every need is met with mechanical precision. Heâd craft cybernetic toys (perhaps too early), wanting the child to be strong. Heâd be distant at first but would gradually soften, especially if you help him embrace the emotional side of parenting.
Angron
Angron would be overjoyed in rare lucid moments, seeing the child as a chance to build a family he never had. The Nails would make him fear his own rage, worrying he might harm those he loves.
Heâd be fiercely protective, vowing to shield his family from slavery or harm. Heâd struggle to be near you at times due to the pain of the Nails but in clearer moments, heâd sit with you, speaking softly of a life free from chains for their child. Heâd rely on trusted warriors to guard you when he canât trust himself.
Roboute Guilliman
Guilliman would be thrilled but immediately start planning. Fatherhood would be treated as a new campaign and he'd want to ensure everything is perfect for you and the child from resources to safety.
Heâd create detailed schedules for the pregnancy, ensuring the best medical care and nutrition. Heâd read every text on parenting (even writing his own Codex Paternis). Heâd be supportive but overly formal at first, though heâd melt when feeling the baby kick, showing a rare vulnerable side.
Mortarion
Mortarion would be quietly moved, seeing the child as a chance to defy the suffering of his upbringing on Barbarus. Heâd view fatherhood as a way to create a life untainted by the horrors he endured, though heâd worry about his ability to provide a gentle environment.
Heâd be a silent guardian, ensuring your health with an almost obsessive focus on cleanliness and safety, fearing disease or poison might harm you or the child. Heâd speak little of his joy but would stand watch over you, determined to protect his new family. Heâd plan to teach the child endurance, wanting them to survive any hardship.
Magnus the Red
Magnus would be fascinated and overjoyed, seeing the child as a new mind to nurture. Heâd be thrilled at the prospect of teaching them the wonders of knowledge and the Warp, though heâd worry about the inherent dangers of psychic power influencing them.
Heâd surround the nursery with protective wards and spells, ensuring no psychic harm comes to the child. Heâd talk endlessly to the unborn baby about the mysteries of the universe, eager to teach them. Heâd be incredibly attentive to you, using his knowledge to ease your discomfort.
Horus Lupercal
Horus would be elated, seeing the child as an extension of his legacy and a symbol of hope. Heâd view fatherhood as another way to inspire and lead, thrilled at the idea of shaping a new life with the same care he gives his Legion.
Heâd be a doting husband and expectant father, rallying his Luna Wolves to celebrate the news. Heâd spend time with you, sharing stories of his campaigns while promising the child a galaxy worth fighting for. Heâd want to instill leadership and courage in them, preparing them to stand tall among humanity.
Lorgar Aurelian
Lorgar would see the child as a divine gift, a sign of the Emperorâs favor. Heâd be overwhelmed with emotion, viewing the pregnancy as a sacred event that reinforces his faith in humanityâs purpose and his own role as a spiritual guide.
Heâd write hymns and prayers for the child, wanting them to grow up steeped in belief and reverence for the Emperor. Heâd be endlessly devoted to you, seeing you as a holy figure for bearing his child. Heâd plan to teach the child the power of faith, hoping theyâll share his vision of enlightenment.
Vulkan
Vulkan would be overjoyed, tears of happiness in his eyes as he embraces you. Heâd see the child as the ultimate expression of humanityâs worth, something to protect at all costs.
Heâd craft beautiful, functional items for the child: cribs, toys, even tiny armor. Heâd be incredibly hands-on, always near you to help with anything. Heâd teach the child kindness and strength, wanting them to be a light in the dark galaxy.
Corvus Corax
Corax would be quietly moved, though heâd worry about bringing a child into a galaxy of war. Heâd fear failing them as he feels he failed others but heâd vow to protect them.
Heâd be a shadow around you, always watching for danger but rarely speaking his fears. Heâd build a hidden, safe space for the child, wanting them to grow up free from oppression. Heâd teach them independence, though heâd struggle to open up emotionally.
Alpharius/Omegon
Theyâd react with calculated curiosity, intrigued by the implications of fatherhood. They might even question if the pregnancy is part of a larger scheme (paranoia is their nature). Still, theyâd feel a rare personal attachment.
Theyâd ensure the childâs safety through layers of secrecy and misdirection, hiding their family from any threats. Theyâd be unpredictable fathers, sometimes distant, sometimes surprisingly involved. Theyâd teach the child to question everything, preparing them for a life of intrigue.
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and how they deal with their children and domestic life. part ii.
pairing: dad & husband! cyno, kaveh, alhaitham x fem! reader
cw: original characters, slightly ooc to fit the plot, domesticity, fluff. pregnant reader is mentioned to introductions but not too elaborated. not beta read. a bit longer than the previous ones.
kazuhaâs part | part. i
reblogs and comments are appreciated âĄ
CYNO
If there was something the General Mahamatra valued beyond justice and absolute truth, it was loyaltyâfreely given and unwavering.
Cyno could count on both hands the people he trusted enough to risk his life for, and over time, that number remained steadfastly small. Trust, after all, wasn't a gift but a reward for the deserving.
Yet, as the years passed, one truth became undeniable: your happiness and safety stood above it all and else. And when you revealed you were carrying his children, that truth solidified into his highest priority.
The announcement of your pregnancy came as a surprise, but Cyno's transformation in the months that followed was expected. As your belly grew, so did his attentiveness. He became noticeably clingy, drawn to the feel of your growing bump beneath his hands as he traced the tiny kicks of his children inside. But along with his tender moments came a heightened protectiveness and a stricter demeanorâtraits that seemed to amplify with every passing month.
His overprotectiveness wasnât unfounded; it stemmed from the unique challenges of becoming a first-time father to twins. Cynoâs bossy tendencies, however, had a more personal motivation. He knew your impulsive nature far too well and shuddered at the risks you might take without a second thought. Naturally, you tested his patience more than once, whether deliberately or not, leaving him no choice but to insist on moving to Aaru Village for your safety and comfort.
The decision proved wise.
On a cold night not long after, Aryan and Isaar were born just minutes apart. Cyno still vividly recalls returning from patrol to the sound of your cries. Seeing your tear-streaked, sweat-soaked face, he immediately took Candaceâs place behind you, supporting you through the pain with whispered reassurances and a steady hand.
Despite all his preparation, Cyno was unprepared for the wave of emotions that hit him when he held Aryan in his arms and saw Isaar cradled against your chest. The General Mahamatra, a man so accustomed to discipline and control, felt utterly humbled. No ancient text could have described the indescribable joy coursing through him as he became a father.
The first weeks after their birth were a whirlwind of sleepless nights and relentless exhaustion. Cyno, on leave from his duties, dedicated himself entirely to you and the babies, shouldering household responsibilities and giving you much-needed rest. Yet, he found himself humbled once moreâfatherhood, as it turned out, was a challenge far greater than anything he had faced at Akademiya.
As days turned to weeks, he adapted. Cyno grew more confident in his role, and with it came a deeper bond with his sons. Often, youâd wake to find him dozing in the nursery armchair, Aryan and Isaar nestled securely in his strong arms.
The twins bore an uncanny resemblance to their father, not just in appearance but in temperament. Even as infants, Aryanâs stoic demeanor mirrored Cynoâs, while Isaarâs charm and eagerness to interact revealed a budding playful streak. Aryan resisted every attempt to coax a smile, while Isaar delighted in extending his arms to familiar faces, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Cyno couldnât have been prouder, often joking that they were already excellent judges of character.
Despite your differing parenting styles, you and Cyno built a home brimming with love. While you encouraged open expression, he taught discipline and wisdom. The twins were given the freedom to make their own choices, and even if they erred, Cyno approached correction with patience and understanding rather than punishment.
To outsiders, the sight of the stern and enigmatic matra as a doting father seemed almost surreal. But those who knew him closely saw how fatherhood softened him in ways unimaginable.
One lingering fear remained among his subordinates and friends alike, thoughâthat his sons might one day inherit Cynoâs infamous sense of humor.
A strange, loving, and unorthodox family indeed.
KAVEH
If anyone asked Kaveh about his greatest achievements, heâd readily mention three, though two stood out as the most significant.
While the architect took immense pride in the effort and dedication that brought the Palace of Alcazarzaray to life, its importance paled compared to the fact that he had managed to win your heart. After all, in all of Teyvat, perhaps nothing was as sought after as the attention of the Gem of Liyue. And yet, in an ironic twist of fate, Kavehâamong all othersâwas the one to accomplish such a feat.
As the younger sister of the Tianquan of the Qixing, you were renowned for your intelligence, elegance, and beauty. Naturally, it was expected that you'd marry someone who embodied these qualities and possessed the wealth to match your status. However, those who speculated didnât truly know youânot like Ningguang did, nor as Kaveh had come to know you.
It was no surprise, then, that your marriage announcement sent ripples of shock through Liyue. The uproar from the press and citizens lingered for weeks, and amidst the commotion, Kaveh couldnât help but doubt himself.
Did he have the means to give you the life you deserved? He was just beginning to recover from his debts and had barely started building his own home. Compared to your luxury lifeâliving in a mansion and dining from golden plattersâhe felt like he had little to offer.
But you reassured him, time and time again, that no amount of gold or mora in the world could compare to the love you shared. The only treasure you sought was his genuine affection.
Your unwavering support made Kaveh eternally grateful, but it was the moment you gave him the greatest pride of his life that solidified his happiness: your daughter, Zahra.
Even before she was born, Zahra was adored by her father. During your pregnancy, Kaveh was nothing short of a devoted husbandâattentive to your every need and brimming with excitement for their child. His passion for art drove him to pour his heart into designing Zahraâs nursery, from drafting intricate designs to handcrafting her crib, toys, and decorations. You often found yourself smiling as you watched him, captivated by the love and care he poured into preparing for her arrival.
When Zahra finally came into the world, the sight of Kavehâs tearful, awe-struck face confirmed what you already knew: he'd be an extraordinary father.
âI swear Iâll protect you from all the cruelty in this world,â he whispered, pressing a tender kiss on her forehead. âAnd even if the day comes when I no longer have the strength to, I will still find a way to keep you safe.â
His words brought tears to your own eyes as you smiled at the sweet scene.
Kaveh quickly discovered that the word âtiredâ didn't exist in his vocabulary when it came to Zahra. He adored holding her in his arms, and he took on the responsibilities of parenthood with pride. In the early weeks of her life, he refused to let her sleep alone in her crib. Even when you insisted on letting her rest alone, Kaveh spent the nights by her side, unable to forgive himself if something happened in his absence.
You often rolled your eyes at his overprotectiveness, but deep down, you cherished his dedication.
As Zahra grew, she blossomed into a beautiful, spirited girl who was deeply loved by both her parents. Her rosy cheeks and golden hair, often adorned with barrettes and bows, earned her comparisons to a doll. While her beauty and features mirrored her fatherâs, her sweet, infectious laughter and clever wit were uniquely her own. Despite his fears of the world stealing away her laughter, the mischievous glint in her golden eyes reassured Kaveh that his daughter was more resilient and smarter than he gave her credit for.
Beyond her parentsâ love, Zahra shared a close bond with her maternal aunt, who doted on her endlessly, and her paternal grandmother. Before Kaveh married you, his mother had made efforts to reconnect with him, and she now took joy in celebrating family dinners, holidays, and milestones with her granddaughter.
For a long time, Kaveh believed he didnât deserve such happiness. After the loss of his father and his estrangement from his mother, his only goal had been survivalâfacing his demons day by day with what little he had. He had never considered himself a man of honor or someone worthy of a family, let alone a home filled with love.
And yet, as he held Zahraâs tiny hand in his, he couldnât help but feel that fate had blessed him in ways he never thought possible. Through every decision and every path he had taken, one had led him to youâand to the greatest achievements of his life.
ALHAITHAM
Your presence at the Akademiya was like a breath of fresh spring airâinvigorating, captivating, and impossible to ignore.
As the new Haravatat Darshan teacher, you quickly earned admiration for your intelligence and passion for knowledge. Your students revered you, and even the sages themselves praised your dedication, helping your reputation spread across the dendro nation. Adding to your allure, your beauty and charisma captured many hearts, though the faint swell beneath your attire and the glint of the golden ring on your left hand made it unmistakably clear that your heart was already spoken for.
The story of your relationship with Akademiyaâs esteemed Scribe was nothing short of legendary. So much so that even the mere beginning of your courtship was worthy of academic analysis. Alhaitham, known for his aloof demeanor and razor-sharp wit, was hardly someone one would expect to woo or be wooed. His disinterested gaze and cutting remarks served as a fortress to keep others at bayâfriends included. Yet, somehow, you had bypassed his defenses entirely.
To those observing, the change in him was subtle but unmistakable. Around you, the stoic scribe seemed softer, as if drawn to your warmth like a moth to a flame. Students whispered in awe, marveling at the peculiar chemistry between the two of you. And when your pregnancy became evident, it only solidified their understanding that beneath Alhaithamâs rigid exterior lay a deeply caring and devoted husband.
What the world saw, however, was merely the surface. Behind closed doors, Alhaithamâs love and excitement for your growing family manifested in ways only you could witness. Stacks of meticulously annotated maternity books filled his study, while balanced, nutrient-rich meals he prepared spoke of his thoughtfulness. He even spent countless hours contemplating the perfect name for your baby, ensuring it held meaning and simplicity.
Though his gestures were understated, they spoke volumes of his loveâfor both you and the life you were creating together.
When your son, Hakim, arrived, Alhaithamâs stoicism gave way to raw emotion. A rare smile lit up his face, and his eyes glistened with tears as he held the tiny bundle of joy in his arms.
âThank you,â he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness as he looked at you with unspoken gratitude.
Amid his joy, there was a flicker of longing. He couldnât help but miss his grandmother, whose absence felt sharper during such a momentous occasion. He wished she could have met you and her great-grandson, but he found solace in believing she was watching over his new family in her own way.
Looking at you and the peaceful child nestled in his arms, Alhaitham knew his son would grow up surrounded by love, and he felt no fear. Fatherhood wasnât daunting to him; it felt natural.
Hakim, a quiet and sweet baby, embodied the perfect blend of your personalities. Understanding his needs came effortlessly to Alhaitham as if the two were already in sync. The childâs early days were filled with knowledge, as he was often cradled in one of your arms while you or Alhaitham read aloudâacademic texts, thesis, poems, or whatever you had on hand. The soothing cadence of your voices seemed to delight him.
When Hakim grew old enough to sit up on his own, you decided to return to teaching. Akademiya had already authorized Hakimâs presence during your lectures, but Alhaitham was more than willing to take on childcare duties too. He often brought the boy to his office or even into the Sanctuary of Surasthana, where Hakim basked in the gentle attention of Lesser Lord Kusanali.
Alhaitham was a man who prided himself on simplicity. He knew his flaws and accepted them, using them as a shield to keep others at armâs length. Yet, every evening, when he returned home to find you and Hakim waiting with open arms and warm smiles, he felt an unshakable truth: nothing in the world could ever compare to the perfection of his family.
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you guys will have to forgive me again but i did not beta-read this part (clearly) nor i'll have the patience to do so because i'm currently traveling at my granny's home and it's so hot here that i couldn't even write this whole headcanon without stop everytime to take a breath of fresh air. therefore, i won't have the patience to look for mistakes now. i'll let it with you tho.
also, i remember i've said in the last part that if perhaps i start to write a genshin dad series i'd write only for the first four man i came up the idea to. however, i'm hypocrital and slut for the sumeru men too so i couldn't stop myself but draft their children biography.
i really hope you've like it so far because, for real, alhaitham's part was the hardest one and somehow i feel like this isnât good enough to be posted. nevertheless, thank you for your reading :)
edited: nov/2024
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[Headcanons] To be a father
His reaction and interaction with his first and unexpected child.
àČ. Character x MC (Female Reader) - in third pov.
Parts in order: Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne, Caleb.
àČ. Tags: headcanons only, fluff, domestic fluff, family fluff, (unplanned) pregnancy and child birth mentioned, reader insert but I'm using pronouns she/her for MC, he/she and his/her pronouns for all of the babies in this post.
àČ. Word count: 2k5
àČ. Ky Ky's notes: This is not a complete fanfic, rather a post of my headcanons about the men and MC having their first baby, and it's unexpected.
Based on many requests of the same plot I've got so far, from CĂĄ CĂĄ Äáșżn hĂŽn em má»t cĂĄi, an Anon-san requesting about Zayne dealing with MC's morning sickness, and another Anon-san who sent a three-ask-long request in my askbox.
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Rafayel
With all of his innocence, Rafayel will just note that MC has been a little fatigued recently, without knowing why.
She senses something, but is unsure whether a human can become pregnant with a Lemurian.
When she returns from the hospital with certain results in hand, she's shaking. Rafayel keeps asking until she tells him the truth.Â
Rafayel is rather astonished. "Are you sure there's a baby in your belly, not just fat?"
She simply wants to beat him hard. They could not comprehend what is occurring; it's like a miracle.
Rafayel ponders if the child would be more like him or her. He begins speaking to her tummy with the sound "glub glub glub".Â
Every day, Rafayel performs music and paints in front of MC. He claims that he does this so that the child in her tummy may experience art from a young age.
When she experiences morning sickness, Rafayel develops similar symptoms. He grumbles and worries more than her. As a result, she needs to care for both of them.
Rafayel invites Talia to stay for some time, keeping her company and learning more about this half-human, half-Lemurian child. As a result, MC discovers a number of intriguing details regarding Rafayel's childhood.Â
Every morning when she wakes up, the first question he asks is, "Has the baby come out yet?" She is both annoyed and amused, telling him it is still too early.
The day MC goes into labor, people discover him crying in a corner. When he holds the baby for the first time, he checks to see if he/she has legs or a fish tail. Then he cuddles the infant and continues to cry out of delight. It appears that throughout MC's pregnancy, he gets exceedingly sensitive and tears more easily.
Rafayel has set up a separate nursery with all of the necessary supplies a long time ago. He almost moves in there after the baby is born.
Rafayel speaks to his child in a baby voice, occasionally using fish language. This does not alter even as the kid grows older. He/she may feel embarrassed when his/her father speaks to them in this manner in front of others.
He frequently calls his child by intimate names, most of which are related to fish.Â
Other babiesâ first word might be âdadâ or âmomâ, but the first word that ever comes out of their childâs mouth must be âglubâ.
Rafayel purchases only the most adorable baby items. He additionally designs his own pillows, toys, and other baby-related products.
Rafayel is the sort of dad that pushes his child in a stroller around the mall. After that, he would most likely forget about his own child and return home alone. To him, the kid is capable of finding his/her own way home. But after being scolded by MC, he rushes back to fetch the kid.
The father and his child regularly go to the beach together. He educates the kid about Lemuria, art, and the beautiful world where his or her mother grew up.
Rafayel frequently pulls pranks with the kid, causing MC a headache. It's like having two children under the same roof at the same time. Her parenting style differs from his. The young child could prefer Rafayel because MC can be so strict at times. When she scolds and disciplines the child, he typically sides with the child. It ends up with both of them punished together.
The child possesses the strength of a Lemurian, but his or her body is more resilient and not as vulnerable on land.
Rafayel likes to lull his baby to sleep with ancient Lemurian melodies. He also tells him/her goodnight stories, after which the two cuddle and fall asleep comfortably. MC would frequently embrace Rafayel from behind or place the child between the two of them.
Xavier
Neither Xavier nor MC are aware of the pregnancy until she faints on a mission.
When he arrives at the hospital, the doctor informs him that there is a little life in her tummy.
Xavier sits for a long time in front of the waiting room, trembling from the emotions in his heart.
When MC gets up, he is the one to tell her the news and she almost faints again.
Since neither of them is prepared to have children, life has become more chaotic. She develops morning sickness and tension, and she is only permitted to perform desk jobs rather than fighting, which drives her insane as she feels excluded and is frequently uncomfortable.
Xavier gently remains by her side to care for her, even on difficult days when she grumbles at him.
He pats her abdomen and murmurs to the baby: "Come out soon so you don't hurt mommy anymore, okay?" Then he would softly kiss her tummy.
Xavier buys almost every parenting guide he could find. He also follows the suggestions in there, seeking for healthy meals, performing mild workouts with MC, and giving her massages.Â
He handles all of the tidying up throughout her pregnancy, but she would not let him near the kitchen.Â
The day she gives birth to a beautiful child, Xavier cuddles the baby and kisses her forehead, praising her for the most precious present he could ever have.
She frequently sees Xavier in the nursery, cradling his baby, but he falls asleep even before the child. At that moment, MC simply grins and gently drapes a blanket over his shoulders.
She believes this child is more like Xavier than herself. Take a look at how he/she can sleep anywhere, anytime. They can hold hands and sleep on the sofa while the TV is on. He/she has the same taste as Xavier, preferring meat and leaving all veggies to MC.Â
As the kid grows older, he/she develops an interest in superheroes. Of fact, he or she idolizes Lumiere much more than MC. The child begs his/her parents to buy Lumiere's merchandise to fill the room, and occasionally even asks Xavier to play the role of this hero.
Xavier loves to create light shows for his child, receiving praise and admiration from him/her. To become a child's entire universe, he spends a lot of time researching how to build and construct toys for his kid.Â
The child soon becomes the youngest plushie collector in Linkon.
Compared to going out, Xavier and his child prefer staying at home together. Both spend much of their time asleep.
Whenever MC is away from home, Xavier and the child often do not care much about their meals. But when she returns, the whole family would have a hearty meal. She plans to teach the child to cook at a young age so that he/she might aid her in the future.Â
Even though Xavier adores the child, MC remains his primary focus. He spoils her more than his child, so the baby sometimes has to get between the two of them for attention.
When she becomes preoccupied with the infant and loses sight of Xavier, he appears sad and attempts to reclaim her attention by assisting her in caring for the baby. He enjoys taking care of both of them and frequently reminds the child who actually is his /her mother's most favorite.
The child prefers to sleep in his or her parents' room more. His/her favorite position is between the two of them. When he/she falls asleep, Xavier will covertly carry the child back to his/her room before returning to the MC's side and sealing the door so they are no longer disturbed.
Zayne
As her physician, Zayne is aware of MC's pregnancy before she is. He is familiar with her period and has received the results of her frequent checkups.
Zayne is astonished because neither of them expected to have a kid at that point. He doesn't know how to tell her either. Finally, he decides to get a box of excellent macarons for her. She finds it strange, so she inquires whether it is for a particular occasion.
Zayne pauses for a time, then stares deeply into her eyes before quietly saying: "You... are pregnant."
As if lightning has struck, she drops the macaron she's about to bite. Zayne has to catch her before she faints.Â
It takes her a bit to recover her composure. What sort of mother would MC be if she hadn't prepared anything? She is completely unaware of how to care for an unborn child or infant.
Zayne appears calm as he soothes her, but that night she discreetly observes him grinning ear to ear in the study, while pursuing further medical documents.
He also takes special care of her more than ever. Morning sickness is also more bearable with him by her side. He constantly checks her and their child's health, ensuring that she receives the greatest and most timely medical care. MC is just concerned with eating nutritious meals and preparing for their future child.
Zayne would pre-register her for pregnancy care, infant care, and any other classes that he deemed essential.
Zayne also intends to raise their child from infancy to college. MC could only gaze at him, surprised, with big round eyes. As anticipated from Linkon's brilliant young doctor.
He would alter his entire schedule to ensure that he could always be there when she needs him.Â
He's constantly by her side throughout childbirth. No matter how hard she scratches or squeezes his palm, all he does is softly console her.
Zayne is excellent at caring for children. Since the baby is born, he devotes all his time and energy to care for him/her. Afraid that MC would be upset since they couldn't have much private time together anymore, he would compensate with sweets and do something they both enjoy (such as watching a movie together).
Children often get sick, and when their baby does, Zayne attentively takes care of him/her until he/she gets better.Â
He asks his child to eat veggies to gain enough nutrition, but whenever the kid leaves the carrots out for him, he slyly puts them on MC's plate.
Zayne is the type of parent who can hold a baby and work at the same time; or hold their child while carrying all the bags for MC when they go out shopping.
Their child is exceptionally smart and obedient, as well as silent, yet whatever he or she says amazes the MC. He/She takes after Zayne more than her. He/She is adored and spent time with by everyone at Akso Hospital. People often praise the child for his/her courteous and well-mannered behavior, which makes MC chuckle, while Zayne fails to hide his proud smile.
However, as a child, there are times when he/she may become too playful and lose sight of his or her responsibilities. Zayne has the strict role in the family. He disciplines the child not with whipping or scolding, but rather with a reasonable consequence and reward. He assigns a chore to the child and promises prizes if he/she completes it successfully. Otherwise, he/she will face a penalty.
Zayne might be very strict at times, leaving the child afraid and furious. He/she runs to the MC with a gloomy look. She speaks a few words to get him/her away with this, but seeing Zayne's stone-cold face, fearful of being criticized by him too, she pushes the kid forward with encouragement: "You asked for it, dear."
Even still, after every tantrum, the child would always find candy that Zayne has mistakenly placed in an easily accessible location.
The kid frequently begs Zayne to make popsicles for him/her or to serve as his/her own portable air conditioner when it's hot outside.Â
On occasions when the whole family has a day off, Zayne often takes them out of town in his car. In addition, he usually brings the child to the hospital to participate in some volunteer activities there.
Caleb
MC remembers that Caleb is petrified for a long time after hearing her announce the pregnancy.
Then he walks out into the backyard, and she hears him scream so loud that the whole neighborhood could hear, "I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!"
The next thing she knows, he has rushed inside, scooped her up like a princess, and spun her around the room. When he comes to a halt, she notices his eyes are bright red. He embraces her for a long time, thanking her for giving him the most precious thing in this world.
Caleb is paying more attention to her meals, even learning how to prepare new nutritional foods for the two of them, rather than simply following her appetite. He also ensures that she eats and drinks more.
Due to his profession, he frequently departs for far away missions, but every day he checks on her health and reminds her to eat on time and to arrange regular prenatal checkups.Â
Caleb couldn't be with her as often during the pregnancy, which made it really tough for MC. She regularly tears when she gets upset. However, he surprises her and makes her happy by returning home without calling first. He states that he's on long-term leave to take care of her.
Caleb previously talked about MC so much that all of his Academy friends and coworkers are familiar with her. He is now filled with tremendous delight and pride as he talks about their upcoming kid.
Even before the baby arrives, he/she already receives many gifts and necessary items from his/her parents' colleagues.Â
After having a kid, Caleb accepts short-term assignments closer to Linkon. He enjoys spending time with his family the most, and every time he's home, MC feels like everything becomes cozier.
She sometimes recalls their childhood while seeing Caleb care for and play with the baby.
He is always present on important occasions for the whole family, when the baby takes his/her first steps and babbles a few unclear words. He has a collection of images and videos capturing such moments.
Caleb occasionally becomes strict with his child and educates him/her using the similar disciplinary methods he learned at the Academy. But in the end, he always manages to comfort the child.
"Don't argue with mom." and "Mom is always right." are the things Caleb tells his child every time he/she gets scolded by MC.
The child is quite active. Anyone can tell since he/she possesses all of the stubbornness and mischief of MC and Caleb combined. Caleb enjoys playing sports and doing outdoor activities with his child. He often carries him/her on his back or lets him/her sit on his shoulders when they go out.
Caleb frequently engages in daring activities with his child that make MC's pulse race. But he never allows the kid to be injured or frightened.
Caleb likes to call his child by affectionate names. But every time he calls "baby" or "sweetie", or "pip-squeak", both MC and the child turn around.Â
When Caleb takes on long-term assignments away from home, sometimes the child would miss his/her father and cries. But as soon as he/she finds MC sobbing, he/she will hold her and console her in the same manner Caleb does. That's what he has taught his child. And when he returns, the entire family will spend all their time together. The memories he creates with his child always make him/her joyful and grateful every time he comes home.
As requested in my ask box:
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Edited from: Little Slutty Diaper Princess (ABDL Spanking)
Absolutely love girls in Rearz Princess Pink nappies. The pink, feminine design just works so well with pretty submissive girls.
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House Plant
TW: Yandere Behaviors, Stalking, Mentions of Kidnapping, noncon forehead smooch, Gn! Reader
WC: 500 (teeny tiny blurb)
You always brag about your green thumb. Itâs your go-to anecdote: plants practically take care of themselves, you say. All you do is let them bask in the sunlight, barely watering them. Yet, somehow, your basil thrives, your golden pothos spills in luscious waves off the shelf, and your Monstera unfurls massive leaves that seem to stretch toward you like hands reaching out for help.
A miracle, really, considering a year ago you couldnât even keep a fake plant from looking dull and lifeless. You joke that neglect might be the secret ingredient.
But itâs not neglect.
Itâs him.
The sweet man from the plant nursery you met a year ago has been tending your plants in secret. He unlocks your door at night, stepping in with the practiced silence of a predator. Sometimes he comes during the day while you're out, his fingers brushing over the leaves you let burn under the relentless sun. Normally, he wouldnât care about someone so careless. But watching you torture your plants with that thoughtless neglect? That did something to him. Awoke something he hasnât been able to silence since.
He waters them. Feeds them. Prunes them. Repots them into richer soil. Heâs poured hours into keeping them alive. You havenât noticed the subtle shifts: the fresh soil around their bases, the slightly different placement of their pots, the way the leaves glisten unnaturally as though kissed by an unseen hand.
You donât even notice him when heâs standing inches from your bed.
After his nightly rituals, he lingers, his gaze tracing the soft rise and fall of your chest as you sleep. Sometimes he reaches out, brushing a fingertip along your cheek. Tonight, he dares a kiss on your temple. You stir faintly, and for a brief, intoxicating moment, he wonders what youâd do if you woke to find him there, hovering over you like a shadow you canât escape.
He presses his lips to your skin again. His hands tremble, aching to take you with him. Wouldnât you be beautiful, kept under his care like one of your plants? Heâd monitor your every needâyour sunlight, your hydration, your nutrition. Youâd thrive in his hands, just as your plants do now.
But thereâs a darkness curling around the edges of his thoughts, whispering promises of discipline. Would you thrive under neglect, too? He wonders what youâd become after hours locked away in the dark, parched with thirst and stomach clawing for sustenance. How long before you break, wilting and desperate, begging for his touch, his care? The thought is thrilling.
He laughs softly, a sound meant only for himself. What a pretty little houseplant youâd make. Beautiful, fragile, and entirely his. And like all good things, youâd grow best under his controlâuntil your roots were tangled too deeply to ever leave him.
Perhaps itâs time to stop tending your plants.
Perhaps itâs time to tend to you.
Characters:
JJK: Nanami, Geto, Sukuna, Kenjaku, Mahito
AOT: Levi, Erwin, Zeke
BNHA: Tomura, Overhaul, Dabi, Hawks
HxH: Hisoka, Illumi, Chrollo
Other Characters I thought of: Light Yagami, Douma, Aki
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Headcanon that WWX always wanted a family. Like this was not only his biggest dream while he grew up, but also could literally not imagine his life otherwise. Heâs a romantic and always used to daydream about having a wife and kids. That one of the reasons that it took him so long to figure out his sexuality and feelings for LWJ is bc of this bc he always thought that you have to have a wife in order to have kids. You have to get married and be husband and wife to have children. Obvi he knows that people have kids out of wedlock and cheat, but he canât imagine himself doing that. He wouldnât disrespect a woman by taking her virginity before they were married or let her be shamed by having a baby out of wedlock. He never thinks to solidly on the who his wife might be and it stays a distant fantasy. 1) bc heâs in love w/ LWJ and canât actually imagine himself w/ anyone else even if he doesnât realize his feelings. 2) bc he thinks that whatever wife and kids he does have will be bullied by Madam Yu and (even if he doesnât think of it for himself) he doesnât want to subject an innocent woman and child to such treatment.
On the same note, I also headcanon that he wants A LOT of kids. He wants a really big family. He wants bio kids w/ his wife if theyâre able (he knows fertility issues are real and wouldnât pressure or fault her if they canât conceive) but he also wants to adopt. Like adopting is a dealbreaker for him. His wife has to be able to love any adopted kids as much as bio kids. He feels like this may be a dealbreaker for a lot of women bc of all the pressures of bloodline and blood related family. The reason I headcanon this is bc since his parents died when he was so young and the Jiang took him in, he never really had a family he could call his own. (Your own feelings on the Jiang family aside there is no way he was actually allowed to call them his family or siblings growing up) All he wants is a family he can be a part of and call his family, not just reading between the lines. And the reason he wants to adopt is bc he lived on the streets for years before JFM took him in. He knows what thatâs like and he wants to help any child he can if he has the resources to care for them. So his solution is to adopt them and give them the family he always wanted.
And I ALSO headcanon that when he was like 13ish, Madam Yu gathered all the male disciples around that age gave them a serious talking to about having sex before marriage (this is where he gets most of his ideas about not disrespecting a woman and shaming her by having sex before marriage since thatâs how Madam Yu words it). Itâs terrifying bc Madam Yu is terrifying and she was threatening them with Zidian and the discipline whip should they ever bring shame to their clan in such a way. (Sheâs extra harsh bc of her feelings about JGS and how he treats her sworn sister) Along w/ the fear inducing lecture, she arranges for all the boys to work in an orphanage/Jiang Clan nursery/something for like a week or a month so they can see how much work babies and kids are. AND (this is my fav part of this headcanon) WWX ends up LOVING IT!!! He cannot get enough of this kid and baby thing. It totally backfires on Madam Yu bc while all the other boys are very put off of fooling around for fear of knocking a girl up and ending up w/ a baby, WWX is totally starstruck thinking about his future kids. Even after the mandated time that Madam Yu made them work there for, WWX keeps going back to play w/ the kids and help out. It gets to the point that Madam Yu ends up punishing him for spending too much time there instead of training. But he just loves taking care of kids so much that he keeps sneaking (thatâs right sneaking) out to do that. She ends up needing to literally ban him from those places, but he sneaks in anyway since he loves it so much. The people who are supposed to be the ones turning him away just turn a blind eye and donât tell Madam Yu bc 1) WWX and the kids/babies both love it so much. And 2) they really need the help, so why would they turn away another set of hands? Especially when that other set of hands is just so good with them? As such, WWX is great at caring for kids and not just entertaining them. He never turns away from a dirty diaper or sick kid. Heâll clean up as much kid mess as you need him too. (This is even more true after the whole demonic cultivation thing bc after that he has seen far more gross and nauseating things than in his youth)
Thatâs all I have on this for now, but I think I still have enough ideas to make another post. Let me know if you want me to continue this.
Part 2
#mo dao zu shi#mdzs#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#wei wuxian#wei ying#mdzs headcanons#headcanons#headcanon#do with this what you will
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I read your 'Young Prodigies' fic I could help feeling softie reading this. Could I request what if the twins have a baby sister? The baby inherited her father's a cheerful personality.
How would the twins and papa soshiro interact with the little girl?
LITTLE HANDS, BIG HEART
Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!
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Fandom(s): Kaiju No. 8
Pairing(s): Hoshina Soshiro x Reader
Word Count: 0.6k
Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Original Child Characters, Fluff,Â
Notes: So this starts in the hospital when the little girl is born. This implies that a: reader gave birth or, b: you adopted her, or c: you had a surrogate and picked her up at the hospital. Either way, I tried keeping this gender-neutral.Â
The names I picked and their meanings are as follows (pls lmk if I got any meanings wrong, Iâm using a website for said names)
Katsuo: Victory and/or hero
Osamu: Discipline/study
Sachie: Happiness and/or good luck
The twins call you âPoppyâ in this :)
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The hospital nursery was quiet this time of night.Â
Soshiro held Katsuo and Osamuâs hands in his as the little trio made their way down the hall where you were waiting.Â
âDad? Whereâs our baby sister?â Katsuo asked and tugged on his fatherâs hand. It was a cute gesture for the ten-year-old. One he had never quite grown out of since he was still a toddler. Holding their hands was also a habit that Soshiro never grew out of.Â
âIn the nursery. Weâre almost there.â He said simply, spotting you outside the window to what he assumed was the nursery.
âPoppy!â The twins shout in unison, letting go of their fatherâs hand and scampering to your side. You turn and spot them, your face breaking out in a grin, and you kneel to give them both a tight hug.Â
âI hope traffic wasnât too bad?â You direct your question to your husband as he approaches at a more leisurely pace.Â
âNot at all. Itâs like midnight. Howâs the little tyke?â He said, leaning in to kiss your temple as you stood up. You hum and pull his lips in to meet yours in a quick kiss.Â
âSheâs wonderful, sleeping right now, but sheâs good.â You say against his mouth, only pulling away when Osamu gets your attention by waving a hand in your general direction.Â
âWhich one is she?â He asks, face pressed against the glass separating the sleeping babies from the rest of the world. Katsuo joined his twin, and together, they squinted at the names written on the little bassinets. You approach the boys, your hand in Soshiroâs, and you point to one on the second row away from you.Â
âSecond row back, third one from the left.â You say gently. Soshiro looks and sees a little pink blob swaddled in a pastel pink blanket and a matching hat over a soft head of curls.Â
The twins chatter eagerly and babble excitedly about all the things they want to teach their little sister when they get to bring her home. You smile warmly as you watch your sons and ruffle their hair.Â
âDo you want to go in and see her?â You ask, and itâs like a record screeched to a stop. They stop dead in their tracks and stare at you with wide eyes. Soshiro canât help but grin as he flags down a nursery doctor.Â
âCan we go in and see our little one?â He asked, and the nursery doctor nodded happily. Your little family is given instructions and overgowns to wear before entering the nursery. The gowns drown Katsuo and Osamu, but theyâre practically bouncing in excitement, so they donât mind much.Â
Inside the nursery was even quieter than outside. Inside was filled with the quiet cooing of babies or sleeping noises. There wasnât a crying infant in sight.Â
You lead the way, talking in soft tones to your boys as Soshiro watches on fondly. The gowns rustle as you arrive at the bassinet containing their baby sister.Â
Her eyes are open now, and sheâs cooing up at them with a wide and curious gaze. Her arms are swaddled to her sides, but Soshiro bet sheâd be reaching up if she could. With the okay from the watching attending nurse, you picked up the little girl. You handed her gently to Soshiro as Katsuo and Osamu coo happily at their new baby sister.Â
Surprisingly, Soshiro feels a pinprick of tears in his eyes.Â
âAre you crying?â You ask and he turns his head away to scrub it on his shoulders.Â
ââCourse I am. Sheâs adorable.â He said, turning his watery smile back to the cooing newborn in his arms.Â
âWelcome to the family, Sachie.â He whispered, and she squealed in delight.Â
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Love your writing! Could you do rescue bots Hightide with a femme autobot reader whoâs a mother of three sparklings and he loves how sweet she is and heâs smitten over her?
Anchored Hearts.
(I couldn't find any hightide gifs...)
High Tide was no stranger to the oceanâs vastness, but even the boundless seas couldnât compare to the feelings swelling in his spark every time he saw her.
You were unlike any other bot heâd encountered. Sweet yet fierce, maternal yet capable of commanding respect from even the rowdiest bots. A mother of three sparklings, you radiated warmth that seemed to draw everyone in. And High Tide? Well, he was utterly smitten.
It all started when you arrived at Griffin Rock, your three sparklings in tow. Cody had dubbed them âthe little whirlwinds,â and he wasnât wrong. They were curious, energetic, and constantly buzzing around, much to Heatwaveâs dismay.
High Tide had been skeptical at first. âA bunch oâ little ones around a dangerous place like this?â he grumbled. âItâs not exactly a nursery, lass.â
But then he saw you in action.
Your eldest sparkling had been attempting to climb onto a stack of crates near the dock. Before anyone could react, you swept in, your voice calm but firm.
âDown, sweetheart. Thatâs not safe.â
The little one pouted, but your gentle touch on their helm and a soft âI know you want to explore, but letâs do it togetherâ had them scampering back to your side.
High Tide couldnât help but stare. The way you balanced care and discipline with such ease left him speechless.
Over time, the gruff sailor found himself watching you more often than heâd admit. Whether you were corralling your sparklings, helping with repairs, or just chatting with the Burns family, there was something about you that captivated him.
âYer amazing with âem,â he blurted one day after you managed to calm a particularly energetic outburst from your youngest.
You laughed softly, a sound that sent a strange flutter through his circuits. âTheyâre a handful, but theyâre my handful. Wouldnât trade them for anything.â
He couldnât look away. âYeah⊠I can see that.â
The sparklings adored High Tide, much to his initial confusion.
Your middle sparkling, who had a penchant for mischief, took to climbing on his massive frame like it was a jungle gym. âCareful, lad,â High Tide grumbled, though his optics softened when the sparkling giggled and patted his helm.
âSee, Mama? Heâs like a big boat!â
You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh, but High Tide caught it anyway. âYouâre laughinâ at me, arenât ya?â
âMaybe a little,â you teased, your optics sparkling with mirth.
He grumbled under his breath but secretly enjoyed the attention.
It wasnât long before the other Rescue Bots noticed High Tideâs change in behavior.
âYouâre staring again,â Heatwave pointed out one evening while the two bots were overseeing a rescue drill.
âIâm observinâ,â High Tide snapped back, though his optics didnât leave you as you helped your youngest sparkling up onto Boulderâs shoulder.
Kade smirked. âYeah, sure. Observinâ. Face it, Tideâyouâre hooked.â
The big bot huffed, crossing his arms. âMind yer own business.â
But he couldnât deny it. He was hooked. Completely.
One quiet evening, High Tide finally worked up the courage to say something.
You were standing on the dock, watching your sparklings chase fireflies in the fading light. The peaceful moment was interrupted by High Tideâs voice, gruff but uncharacteristically hesitant.
âYer somethinâ else, yâknow that?â
You turned, tilting your helm in curiosity. âWhat do you mean?â
He scratched the back of his neck, uncharacteristically awkward. âI mean⊠the way you handle things. Yer sparklings, the chaos here⊠me.â
âHandle you?â you repeated, amused.
He sighed. âWhat Iâm tryinâ to say is⊠I admire ya. More than I probably should.â
Your optics softened, and you stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. âHigh TideâŠâ
âI know I ainât exactly⊠gentle or easy to be around, but⊠if ya ever need someone to help ya, with yer sparklings or anything else⊠Iâm here.â
Your smile was warm, and for a moment, he thought his spark might burst. âThat means a lot. Truly.â
From that day forward, High Tide became an even bigger part of your little family. Whether it was helping with repairs, telling stories to your sparklings, or simply being there for you, he made it clear that he cared.
And as the days turned into weeks, your feelings for him grew as well.
One evening, as the sparklings slept peacefully in their quarters, you and High Tide stood on the deck of his ship, watching the stars.
âThank you,â you said softly.
âFor what?â
âFor being here. For them⊠and for me.â
He glanced down at you, his optics shining with something unspoken. âAlways, lass.â
And as you leaned against him, your helm resting on his arm, High Tide knew heâd found his anchor.
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What are some husband/wife or mom/dad moments or mannerisms that get Jeno and yn horny for each other?
As parents do they ever have time to go for more than one round?
As cruel as it sounds, i can just imagine one of them telling the babies, âtoday youâll be hanging out with uncle daddy mark and auntie mommy areum,â just so that they can ravage each other and not have to worry about the PG rated audience in the house đ
Also, are they the type of married couple who make sexy jokes to each other in the house, hoping the babies donât understand what theyâre saying if theyâre nearby? Or are they the type to strictly keep it just between them and the bedroom
what are some husband/wife or mom/dad moments or mannerisms that get jeno and yn horny for each other?
when jeno watches yn nursing or rocking their baby in the soft morning light, shirt half-off, hair messy, soft humming, and something about the gentle devotion in her arms makes his hands itch for her hips, mind flashing straight to how he made her a mother in the first place.
the sound yn makes when she catches jeno carrying a sleeping serin on his shoulderâbroad back, big hands gentle, kissing her head as he lays her down. she sees the strength and the tenderness and canât help but want to tug him back to bed and ride him slow, just to remind him she still owns him.
the way jenoâs voice drops when heâs telling their kids a story, warm and rough, deep and low, and yn catches the glint in his eye that says he knows sheâs listeningâreminding her exactly what that voice sounds like when itâs moaning into her ear, telling her sheâs his good girl.
seeing yn in nothing but one of jenoâs shirts, bare legs, cradling their newborn and crooning soft âshh, shh, mummyâs here,â her body softer and curves sweeter after birth, and jeno has to grip the kitchen counter and count to ten not to drag her off to the bedroom right then.
when yn watches jeno fixing up the highchair or building a toy for junie, hands all strong and deft, sweat at his temple, sleeves rolled, jaw tight in concentration. she gets wet just thinking about those hands pinning her wrists, those forearms braced on either side of her head.
jenoâs completely undone when he comes home to find yn in the nursery, baby asleep, hips swaying as she cleans up toys, singing under her breath. he stands in the doorway, imagining her bent over the crib, skirt hiked up, body still his favourite place in the world.
after a long night of teething or fevers, when ynâs tired and soft and collapses on jenoâs lap, head on his chest, jeno strokes her hair and murmurs, âlet me take care of you now, baby,â and her whole body just meltsâshe knows it means heâs about to ruin her in the sweetest, slowest way.
when yn sees jeno cuddling both babies on his chest, shirtless, skin to skin, arms full, totally at peace, she slips her hand beneath the blankets and teases him, just to see that âdonât start what you canât finishâ look in his eyes.
those quick, secret moments in the kitchenâpassing by with flour on her cheek, yn squealing as jeno presses her up against the counter, hand sliding between her legs, growling âshh, baby, the kids are watching cartoonsââturning a regular morning into a breathless memory.
the low, hungry look in jenoâs eyes after heâs watched yn discipline the kidsâsoft but firm, all mama authorityâreminding him of how she sounds when sheâs bossy in bed, how quickly he wants to flip her and make her whimper.
ynâs obsession with jenoâs post-shower routine, the way he towels off, veins popping in his forearms, chain hanging at his neck, and she drags him into the closet for five stolen minutes before anyone notices theyâre gone.
when they both catch each other staring in the mirror, baby in arms, tracing stretch marks or new scars, and instead of flinching, they press kissesâthank you for this bodyâbefore making love slow, worshipful, right there
oh, absolutely. they absolutely find ways to get more than one round in, even as parents, because that craving for each other never really goes away, it just gets sneakier, hungrier, and way more creative. sometimes itâs a matter of pure survival, they need each other that bad, and a night with the babies at âuncle daddy mark and auntie mommy areumâsâ turns their home into a grown-up wonderland, bedroom doors locked, phones off, clothes everywhere, hands everywhere, all that pent-up hunger tumbling out until their bodies ache in the best way. sometimes two rounds isnât enough, theyâve waited all week, and the first time is frantic, desperate, but then they slow down, savor, rediscover every inch, take their time, even make love in every room thatâs usually off-limits when kids are home. they always end up back in the kitchen, breathless, laughing, tangled together on the floor, and wondering how soon is too soon to beg for another sleepover at mark and areumâs.
as for the sexy jokesâtheyâre both absolute menaces, and marriage with kids has only sharpened their appetite for trouble. the house is always humming with some not-so-innocent tension, a silent game to see whoâll break first. jenoâs got a habit of walking past while ynâs bending to clean up after serin, letting his hand linger just a moment too long on her ass, dropping a filthy, low growlââyou know iâd rather have my mouth here, right?ââand sheâll go red, huffing and swatting him, glancing nervously at junie gnawing on a teether two feet away. sometimes heâs bolder, sheâll be loading the washing machine and heâll whisper, âif you climb in, i might actually fuck you stupid enough to forget how to fold laundry,â and sheâll gasp and try not to laugh, because serinâs right there stacking socks and parroting, âfold undies! fold undies!â as if sheâs cracked the joke too.
yn, of course, matches him with her own brand of chaos. sheâll slide behind him while heâs trying to make lunch, press herself up close and nibble his ear, murmur, âletâs see if you can make me cream faster than those eggs,â and then walk away like nothing happened. jeno will stand there slack-jawed, eggs nearly burning, while junie claps and shouts, âdaddy, egg go boom!â or worse, repeats, âmummy cream!â at the dinner table later, making mark choke on his water and areum shoot yn a look thatâs half scandal, half âtell me more.â
sometimes they make it a sport, who can get away with the dirtiest comment without the kids catching on? over dinner, jeno will squeeze her thigh under the table and murmur, âthe only thing i want for dessert is you, mouth first,â just as serin pipes up, âi want dessert too! mama, can i lick the spoon?â and jeno nearly spits out his drink, covering with a cough as yn shoots him a death glare and then bites her own lip to keep from cracking up. during movie night, yn will text jeno from across the couch: âcanât wait to sit on your face after the babies are asleep,â and heâll glance up so quick, heart racing, only for serin to crawl in his lap and ask, âdaddy, can i sit on your face too?â innocent as ever, eyes wide, while yn is crying with silent laughter and jeno prays for the ground to swallow him whole.
the kidsâ reactions? comedy gold. junie hears âdaddyâs gonna eat mummy upâ (said in a low, rumbling promise one afternoon in the hallway) and spends the next week roaring at his breakfast, âdaddy eat mama! rawrr!â serin hears âmummy likes it when daddyâs in charge,â and immediately starts bossing around her plushiesââsit down, dolly, iâm in charge! daddy said so!â sometimes they hear only the laughter, and thatâs the best, bubbas looking between giggling, red-faced parents, shrugging, and diving back into their blocks or snack cups, or asking, âwhy you and daddy always have secrets?â yn just sweeps them up and kisses their cheeks, saying, âbecause love is silly, baby.â
they love the thrill of getting away with itâbathroom door left ajar as yn sneaks a kiss that turns filthy, jeno pressing her against the dryer and whispering, âfive minutes, iâll make you scream so quiet theyâll never know,â only for serin to toddle up and bang on the door, shouting, âmummy, what you doinâ? need pee-pee!â they manage to pull apart, red-faced and breathless, promising themselves a raincheck for after bedtime. even bedtime is a tease. jeno reads the kids a story with his voice pitched low and slow, smirking as yn flushes across the room, knowing exactly what that voice does to herâserin cuddles her blankie and grins, âdaddy read again, like a prince!â and yn catches jenoâs eye, mouthing, âjust wait.â
when the house finally goes quiet, thereâs always an extra beatâa check for little footsteps, a scan for shadows under the door, before they tumble together desperate, giggling, and wild, both whispering, âshhh!â through laughter and kisses as if theyâre both teenagers sneaking around again. every time, itâs more frantic, more risky, more theirs for having to wait and want. sometimes they get caught, and then itâs just more inside jokes, more giggles, more knowing glances and hushed âremember last night?â as the kids squabble over cereal.
in the end, jeno and yn will never be the couple who stop teasing, flirting, or risking a little trouble, not even for the PG-rated audience. itâs what makes their home so full of life and what makes their love story keep burning long after the babies grow up and stop parroting the jokes that only adults are supposed to understand.
#fic â backtoyou asks#fic â backtoyou#nct dream#nct#nct 127#nct jeno#jeno x reader#jeno smut#jeno#nct dream jeno#jeno fluff#jeno imagines#nct smut#lee jeno#jeno moodboard#jeno icons#nct scenarios#nct imagines
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MOON 4 (Part 1)
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Morningpaw is apprenticed to Barleywave. Redstar and Iciclepool are acting strange. Redstar is nervous. She knows the woods have not been fed since the start of newleaf. She needs to go on patrol soon.
(Redstar, leader, female, 63 moons) (Iciclepool, deputy, female, 60 moons) (Barleywave, warrior, male, 33 moons) (Morningpaw, apprentice, female, 6 moons)
Hopechase places her tail on Redstar's shoulder and provides words of support. Redstar is grateful to have a clanmate like Hopechase.
(Redstar, leader, female, 63 moons) (Hopechase, warrior, female, 86 moons)
Iciclepool complains about something Barleywave did. Barleywave feels defensive. Talonpaw distracts Morningpaw while their mentors argue, helping her set up her new bed next to his.
(Iciclepool, deputy, female, 60 moons) (Barleywave, warrior, male, 33 moons) (Morningpaw, apprentice, female, 6 moons) (Talonpaw, apprentice, male, 8 moons)
Warblerkit purposefully takes prey that Redstar said she had her eye on. He sticks his tongue out at her. Barleywave tries to discipline him.
(Redstar, leader, female, 63 moons) (Barleywave, warrior, male, 33 moons) (Warblerkit, kitten, male, 1 moon)
Iciclepool, Barleywave and their apprentices go training, and teach Morningpaw how to climb trees. Morningpaw performs well, and she conveniently finds a good patch of moss to bring back to camp. Iciclepool is rethinking how she feels about Barleywave and decides to give him another chance.
(Iciclepool, deputy, female, 60 moons) (Barleywave, warrior, male, 33 moons) (Morningpaw, apprentice, female, 6 moons) (Talonpaw, apprentice, male, 8 moons)
Olive thanks Morningpaw for getting her fresh bedding - she's being very helpful. Olive gives Morningpaw advice she knows she needs.
(Morningpaw, apprentice, female, 6 moons) (Olive, mediator, female, 60 moons)
Windfur and Cloudthunder spend time together. Cloudthunder is anxious about the woods' next feed - something's wrong, and she can feel it in her bones. Windfur calms her down, reminding her that StarClan gave Redstar nine lives for a reason. Despite what he says, Windfur is also scared.
(Cloudthunder, warrior, female, 37 moons) (Windfur, medicine cat, male, 18 moons)
Shiverkit is spending more time in the medicine den, asking Windfur about what certain herbs do. She also likes his nursery rhymes that he recites to remember treatments. Windfur doesn't mind answering easy questions, and repeating rhymes. Kits ask him easier questions than adults do. [SKILL REVEAL: GOOD KITSITTER]
(Shiverkit, kitten, female, 4 moons) (Windfur, medicine cat, male, 18 moons)
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Rating TBHK AUs based on how much Hanakou potential there is! Part 3/?
Monster Nursery AU


In this AU, a team of researchers are tasked with raising and taking care of monsters! Among them are researcher A and K which are Amane and Kou respectively. Thereâs a lot of lore in this AU so itâs super fun to think about how everything works.
For starters, Kou is known to be the most good-natured among the researchers and he was apparently too kind to be involved in egg cultivation until now. With this, it can be assumed that Kou is fairly new to the monster raising process and will have a rather unique approach in comparison to other researchers. And by unique I mean he has a nonrestrictive, supportive and normal parenting style lol.


Then we have Amane! He seems to be rather serious and meticulous with his raising which draws a direct contrast to Kou's more supportive and spirited approach. Judging by the sounds of it, Amane is a pretty experienced researcher so I could definitely see Kou coming to Amane for help!! (Though, Iâm not sure Amane is the best person to ask when he has a pattern of raising monsters that âoften gain a strange dual natureâŠâ)


The differences in their parenting style is so interesting. Kou is an encouraging researcher and seems to be focused on playing into his monsterâs physical strengths whilst offering a lot of emotional support. Meanwhile Amane is a more disciplined resarcher, focusing on raising his monsterâs intellect to his highest ability all the while remaining more emotionally reserved as to not interfere with the data. Generally speaking, the way Amane and Kou contrast make them good compliments of each other. When one lacks in an area the other excels, they could come together to help patch their monsterâs blind spots. Whether that âcoming togetherâ happens over a cup of coffee and a play date or a late night discussion after a tough day is none of my business.




On the flip side, their major differences in parenting is a double edged sword. While they have a lot to learn from each other, they likely have a lot of opinions about doing whatâs best for the monsters or the research facility as a whole. With Amane being so meticulous about Mitsubaâs upbringing, it can be assumed he values the data gained over the emotional well-being of the monsters to some degree. Then with Kou treating his mokke like a regular kid, it can be assumed he prioritizes the monsters physical and mental well being. If confronted with a choice to further humanityâs knowledge at the expense of the monsters, their divide in priorities will really make or break their relationship not just as coworkers but as people.
Now moving away from that, I just want to talk about their dynamic as coworkers evolving into something more. As previously mentioned, Kou is new to the cultivation scene so heâll probably seek out guidance from experienced researchers like Amane. Despite Amaneâs initial reserved attitude, they become good friends after some sleepless nights they spent bonding over their fickle monster children. Since then, the two have grown fond of the otherâs company during the toughest days and often stop by each otherâs office to just unwind. With Kouâs natural ability to care for others and Amaneâs workaholic tendencies, they could definitely balance each other out C:
On a last tidbit, I think thereâs so many fun shenanigans to be had in this AU!! I mean, Mitsuba and the mokke trying to break Amakou apart whilst Nene tries to stop them, Tsukasa babysitting for Amakou whenever theyâre out on a date which usually devolves into chaos, Amane and Kouâs sleep deprived discussions, etc. I just love this AU so much and honestly if thereâs any AU where Hanakou is canon to me itâs this one.
10/10
#EMPHASIS ON THE SOME DEGREE!! Amane is def not heartless#sorry for the bad explanations of romance lol but Iâm sure yâall get it#itâs all in the vulnerability in sleepless nights man#jibaku shounen hanako kun#toilet bound hanako kun#tbhk#jshk#kou minamoto#hanako kun#hanakou#kouhana#hanako x kou#kou x hanako#monster nursery au#rating tbhk auâs Hanakou potential
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Baby Steps
Satoru Gojo
[Chapter 27] Gojo's Twenty-Second Birthday
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You donât give Satoru a response to his proposal. It was mainly a joke, and youâre taken back by it all. Maybe it wasnât the right call on his part to pull out the ring, when you were so clearly joking. However, the response wasnât so bad. You simply said that you needed time to think about it.
You havenât even told him that you love him (even though you know you do, you just havenât found the courage to tell him), so maybe marriage is a big step. You blame yourself for the joke though. You can say that you agreed to be his girlfriend. But youâll be pondering on the marriage proposal. He makes sure to not take it to heart, at least you wake up with his arm wrapped around you.
You donât want to get up so early but you hear your baby crying and Satoru seems to be knocked out. You get his arm off you and get up to get Seiji out of his crib.Â
To start off your day with your baby, you feed him, you change his diaper, before you go back to your bedroom to wake up Satoru. It doesnât take too much effort to get to wake up, when he sits up, he rubs his eyes as he gets adjusted to the light. He sees a stinky drooling baby being held up by his mother, and a smile comes to his face. Thatâs his stinky drooling baby.
âWill you take him while I start getting ready for the day?â You ask him, and he doesnât waste a minute taking Seiji from your hands. He stands up and walks to Seijiâs nursery while you go to the bathroom thatâs attached to your room.
While you take a quick shower, you feel as if youâre forgetting something, but you canât quite put your finger on it. You hear yelling when youâre out of the bathroom, Satoru telling Tsumiki and Megumi that itâs way too early to argue. It makes you laugh.
You grab your phone from your nightstand and check the date. And it hits you. You put on the cutest outfit that you can find and then run to Satoru whoâs in the kitchen. He has Seiji strapped to his chest, which doesnât really surprise you since itâs a common sight. You kiss his exposed shoulder when you walk past him in the kitchen and you tell him, âHappy birthday, Satoru. I love you.â
âWhat did you say?â His eyes widen as he turns to look at you. Thereâs a smirk on your face and you try to hide it from him. He walks over to you, to try and hug you but it doesnât quite work out because it ends up with Seiji getting squished. So instead he leans down and tries to kiss you, but you put your hand over his mouth.
âDid you brush your teeth?â You ask and he nods his head. You then peck his lips. You look down at Seiji who is looking down, drool falling from his mouth before he puts his fingers between his gums.
âI love you too.â He responds, and you both stare at each other for a moment; and you feel your heart skip a beat. You smile at each other before you tell him,
âGo clean up Seiji, baby boy is making a mess.â You inform Satoru who hums in response.Â
âAnd put on a shirt while youâre at it!â Megumi yells from the living room, causing you to laugh.
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You do grocery shopping with Seiji and the kids when Satoru is called into work. He leaves his card and you make a list of everything you need. Your most important item on the list is a cake, and some candles. Apart from that, you donât really care about your list.
Megumi fills up the cart with junk food, and you donât have the heart to tell him no. It isnât smart considering youâre supposed to discipline him and whatnot, but you really donât mind getting whatever food he wants, even if itâs extremely sugary and unhealthy.
âWhich cake do you think Satoru would like?â You ask, looking over all the delicious cakes. Tsumiki is staring at the one with strawberries on the top while Megumiâs mouth salivates at a chocolate cake. They point at the cakes they want, and you end up picking neither of them. And while picking out a cake, you get excited as you think about how youâll come back here to buy one for Seijiâ Who is currently sucking his hand. You scrunch up your nose slightly disgusted, before you put the pacifier in his mouth.
One thing that youâve noticed is that a lot of people will suddenly approach you to look at Seiji. Worst of all is that they think they can put your hands on your baby, and youâve lost count of all the old ladies that youâve had to stop from touching your baby. You wonder what Satoru does when he takes Seiji out grocery shopping. You love watching Tsumiki be overprotective, trying to tell the older women to leave Seiji aloneâ Same thing with Megumi, but Megumi is meaner about it, straight up saying, âDonât put your filthy hands on Seiji.â
When you get home, you give Seiji a bath before you put him down for a nap. You begin to set up the place to surprise Satoru, which you arenât having too much fun with when youâre blowing up balloons. Youâre not sure if Satoru will even appreciate this, and youâre frankly not so sure that youâre doing a great job. Tsumiki tries to help you out as well, and you two try your best to make the place look presentable.
You have a banner that says happy birthday, and some balloons taped together. Itâs nothing too fancy or impressive, but you hope itâs good enough for Satoru. You patiently wait for the man to show up, while you sit back on the couch and relax, which is an activity that you rarely do.
Something that you absolutely hate about Satoru is how quiet he can be. When he puts his hands on your shoulders, you jump in your seat. You look up to find him looking down at you. Thereâs a smile on his lips, and you so badly want to smile back at him but you canât. Your heart is racing after the scare.Â
âDo you like the decorations?â You ask him, and he takes a look around. He hums in response.Â
âDid you do all of this?â He replies.
âNo, Seiji did.â You joke, and youâre not able to contain your laughter. He laughs as well. He takes a seat beside you on the couch, and he throws his arm over you, making you lean your head on his shoulder, âTsumiki helped me. I know itâs not all that great but we tried our best.â
âI love it.â He tells you, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. âAnd youâre the sweetest for doing this. Thank you.â
âIâm glad you like it.â You respond. You enjoy the moment, appreciating the rare silence that occurs. You know itâll be interrupted in a second, eventually Tsumiki will yell at Megumi because she finds a beheaded doll, or Megumi simply arguing with Tsumiki.
You enjoy each otherâs presence, simply listening to each other's breathing. Until the fighting starts, and Satoru chuckles. He kisses the top of your head, âWhereâs my baby boy?â
âHeâs taking a nap.â You inform him.Â
âYou two better shut up before you wake the baby!â Satoru yells, which is ironic. After Satoru yells, Seiji begins to cry, and he curses himself before getting up from the couch and walking to the nursery to pick up his son.
You stand up and follow, leaning on the doorframe and watching as Satoru picks up baby Seiji from his crib. Seeing his father soothes the baby, and it brings the biggest smile to Satoruâs lips. Satoru kisses Seijiâs forehead, and he mutters, âYouâre my greatest gift, Seiji.â
Thereâs a smile on your lips as this immense happiness consumes you. Heâs the perfect man for you, the man that you want to wake up next to every single day of your life. You have no idea why it takes this moment to realize it.
Before he can notice you (at least you think he doesnât notice you), you walk to the kitchen and look around for the ring that Satoru left. He claimed that if you wanted to put it on, you could simply grab it. And thatâs what you do, pick up the ring and put it on your left ring finger.
âYou want some mashed bananas, Seiji?â You hear as Satoru walks out of the nursery. You never really pictured him to be this kind of father, but he loves putting on a baby voice when he talks to his baby boy. Satoru is simply the sweetest and the most attentive father. Satoru puts Seiji in his highchair. âWe have bananas, right? Donât want him waiting for nothing.â
âWe do have bananas.â You tell him, looking for one and handing it to him. Thatâs when light hits the ring, and reflects. A big smile comes to his lips when he notices it, and he freezes in his spot.
âAre you serious?â He asks, and you nod, returning the smile. His arms wrap around you and his lips go down to meet yours. He pulls away when he hears Seiji coo. âYou want to be my wife?â
âI do.â You respond. You canât help but look into each otherâs eyes for a minute, until Seiji makes a whiny noise. âMash the banana and give it to him before baby boy has a heart attack.â
âI will.â He nods, and he does as you tell him. You walk over to Seiji and give him the attention he wants, putting your palms over your face and then removing them. Peek-a-boo always works with him, causing him to burst into laughter. You manage to entertain him until Satoru puts the small plate on Seijiâs high chair. Satoru begins to feed the baby, and you just watchâ While youâre usually sitting down to appreciate the small break, you canât help but watch.
Itâs not ideal, but youâre glad this is your life.
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Singing happy birthday to Satoru is a rather awkward experience. Tsumiki is enthusiastic, Megumi is not so much, and youâre the balance between them. Satoru isnât all that focused on that either way, heâs trying to clap his babyâs hands. Seiji sits on his lap, looking up at his father and then at the cake thatâs in front of him with two candles lit up.Â
When he blows out his candles, Satoru can confidently say this is the best birthday heâs ever had. He watches you as your finger picks up some frosting, and he has to turn off his infinity so you can put it on the tip of his nose. He laughs, tilting his head, âReally?â
âDo we get cake now?â Tsumiki asks, and you nod in response. You stand up to get the knife to cut the cake, and plates to serve them. Megumi claims that he wonât be eating because it wasnât the cake he picked out, and the one that you got simply looks too sweet.Â
âAre you sure you donât want some, Megumi? You have to eat for Seiji since he wonât be eating any.â You comment, and he nods in response. He stands firm by his answerâ In other words, heâs stubborn. Even when his eyes sparkle and his mouth salivates at the sight of the cake.Â
âCan Seiji suck on the strawberry?â Satoru asks, grabbing one of the strawberries that decorates the cake.
âIf you mush it up.â You respond, cutting a slice of the cake and putting it on a plate before giving it to Tsumiki. Satoru stands up, holding Seiji with one arm.
âNext year you better sing along with them, Seiji.â Satoru says, kissing the top of his babyâs head.
Heâs sure that every passing year his birthday will get better and better.
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