#papa with twins au

[alexthebordercollie]

I plan to draw more pages but being busy they may release slowly. But here we go, Stan meeting his changling nephews. If you don't want to just wait for more comic pages to come out you can read the fic on AO3. I know for a fact I have no plans to draw everything I put in the AO3 because I don't have time to draw all of it.

Bigger than Myself - alexBDcollie - Gravity Falls [Archive of Our Own]

[novakrouge]

papa miya !!!

[venomousray]

Ash and I just love taking side characters from hatchetfield and making them prominent in our hatchetfield au so this is ‘Shopper number 4 / mildly peeved mega’ aka as he has called him Michael peanuts mega. And Edward mega as we have called him aka proud papa Ed.

In our little hatchetverse the two of them are twins who could not be anymore different. Mikey is a loud, extroverted guy not afraid to speak his mind, Ed however, is a reserved, quiet guy.

The two are main characters in our Black Friday au and are two of the only characters to survive to the end due to peanuts the hatchetfield pocket squirrel.

(Michael was drawn and written by @ashtxeman )

[pilot-boi]

Poor jaune, every time he gets some closure the wounds are opening up. But that's beside the point: When did he learn he was adopted and did it play on him wanting to become a huntsman? Did his family try to help him more? It doesn't change much except maybe a year of training more than what he had would already get him a long way.

He learned he was adopted when he was about four or five, they didn’t want to put it off any longer than that

His family make it clear every day that they love him and that he’s their son, regardless of blood relation. Genetics only get you so far, as far as his family is concerned he’s an Arc in all ways that matter

It didn’t affect him wanting to be a huntsman that much. It did a little, because he wants to prevent what happened to him (parents dead and orphaned) happening to other kids. He also might’ve wanted more than usual to become a huntsman as a way to prove that he’s really an Arc, but only subconsciously

Papa/Mama Arc don’t train him any extra, although he asks often once he’s old enough. They don’t want him to become a Huntsman because their son has already lost so much, lost people he doesn’t even remember because of the Grimm they don’t want him to have to go through that again

[elianaroselight]

Was inspired by @winterpower98 's post here. Specially the picture of Macaque with a young Yue Shi in his arms. So now you get a surprise fic. Enjoy!

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Macaque smiles softly as he rubs his son's back gently, holding the boy close to himself as he rocked. The shadow demon never expected he would be in this situation. Especially not when he was the same age as the twins. But here he was, holding Yue Shi and rocking him to sleep as his twin sister looked on with a watchful eye. How did this all start, you may wonder?

Well, it began after the twins had moved into their own room in the hut. Macaque noticed over time that they still seemed to be tired, even after he thought they had settled in. It was almost like they were having trouble sleeping. But they were safe. They had their own space that neither him nor his mate encroached into without permission. They had settled down and had made improvements in many ways. So the still tired cubs were a concern to him. It had taken about two months before Yue Shi finally told him what was going on. Though they felt safer, they were still taking shifts during the night: where one slept, the other was awake before switching halfway through the night. Macaque was concerned and as he put Zan to bed one night, he came up with an idea.

He was grateful the twins were willing to try it and it became a nighttime routine for them. A small moment between him and his cubs. He always started with Yue Shi, who knew he was allowed to tap him to be put down. He would purr and rock the boy while holding him to his chest like a small child. Some nights, the lunar twin would even allow the other to rub his back or hum softly. When he could tell the cub was getting close, he would lay him down on his side of the bed and watched as the solar twin would tuck her brother in and make sure the massive bear Wukong had made for the twins was tucked in against the boy. Only when Ri Shi felt her brother was securely in bed and ready to rest, was when she would allow Macaque to go through the process with her.

The need to watch and make sure her twin was safe was not lost on the shadow demon. Especially now that he understood what he had seen them go through. He understood well and knew how it was. She would not rest until she knew her brother was safe and resting, but that also meant she would not let Macaque help her either. Seeing the lunar cub go through the process first was an important step for her brain to associate the routine as safe and okay to allow. It usually took her longer to relax either way, so it was a good way to help her learn how to relax herself also.

As Macaque thought through the process and the strides his cubs were making, he could hear his daughter's breathing begin to shift a bit. She was getting sleepy. She wasn't as comfortable with him rubbing her back yet, but he was willing to take it slow. It was already a lot for her to let herself get into such a vulnerable position in the first place. He began to sing softly instead. As he did, he felt her body shift, becoming heavier but also more relaxed. A sign she was almost ready to be laid down. Before long, her breathing changed again as she let out soft purrs and her eyes fluttered closed. He waited a minute longer, trying to enjoy the moment. Especially since this was the first time in months of doing this that his little girl started to purr during the routine. He wanted to just hold her close and listen.

Before it became too long, he gently laid her down in her spot on the other side of the bear and tucked her in. He made sure she was facing Yue Shi so the slightly awake cub could see his sister was safe and asleep, allowing his mind to fully drift off into dreamland. Macaque kissed their heads softly and took a moment to soak in the sweet forms of his sleeping kids, snuggled up to their favorite teddy bear with tails wrapped around each other. Slowly, Macaque backed out of the room, gaze not leaving his sleeping cubs until it was cut off by the door gently being shut.

[fatherbearfreddy]

Hey Freddy!

Sorry I'm late I had to finish up a few things, I hope I didn't worry you

How was today?

I snuck into the maintenance room. Bonnie wasn't there, but the new animatronic was.

<I got to lordnoki post late but I had it in mind writing this>

They haven't been able to communicate with me very well. But I hope they are not in pain.

[bookwormscififan]

First Date, Take Care

Read on AO3!

A/N: @iamvegorott gave me this idea of Mare and Phantom warning Host against breaking their papa's heart, and... this happened.

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“Something seems different about you,” Mare commented from his spot sitting sideways in the chair as Night came in. “New shirt?”

“No, he’s had that shirt for months,” Phantom responded, lifting Mare’s leg so he could perch on the armrest. “It’s his mood. Something’s got him excited.” Pulling out his phone, Phantom looked expectantly at Night, waiting for an answer.

“You boys can take care of yourselves, right?” Night asked, adjusting his jacket sleeve before looking at the twins. “I’m… not sure how long I’ll be out tonight, and you may need to get your own dinner.”

“We’ll be fine, papa,” Mare waved a hand before getting out of the chair, holding back a smirk at Phantom’s squawk from being unbalanced. “Where are you going, anyway? Where do we reach you if there’s an emergency?”

“I’ll be in town to… pick up someone, then I’ll go to the garden that I found you in,” Night answered, tugging on the hem of his jacket nervously. “I trust that you won’t be needing me, but if you should have trouble, just call for me and I’ll be here in a blink.” Before the twins could say more, he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

“He’s going on a date, isn’t he?” Mare asked bluntly, starting to walk down the hall toward Night’s office. “We’re not children anymore, he can tell us things like this. What sort of partner do you think he’d look for? Probably not anyone like Day, right?”

“Papa is a literal god, Mare,” Phantom huffed, leaning against the doorframe as his brother looked through Night’s desk. “He can have whoever he wants. What do you think you’ll find in his desk?”

“I don’t know,” Mare sighed, sitting in Night’s desk chair in defeat. “I’m just curious, is all.”

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Night stood on the street corner under a street lamp, watching the world pass before stepping from his illusion toward the door of a townhouse. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his hand and knocked on the door, wishing he’d brought a gift of some sort.

“Hello?” A man in a grey trench coat answered the door, glass of whiskey held in one hand as he looked at Night suspiciously, eyes shadowed by the brim of his hat. “Who are you?”

“I’m looking for… Host,” Night responded, tucking his hands into his pockets as he tried to adopt a casual stance, thanking himself for disguising the scar on his face. “I’m supposed to be meeting him here. I may be a little early—”

“Host! Your date’s here!” The man shouted into the house, turning back to Night and stepping aside to invite him in. “My name’s Noir. I’m his roommate-slash-carer. He’ll be down in a minute.” As if on cue, Night heard footsteps on the stairs, and he looked up to see his date coming down.

One hand on the railing of the stairs, he held the tail ends of his coat’s sash with the other as he moved carefully downstairs. His dark hair fell in a groomed mess over his face, almost obscuring the bandage wrapped around his head, covering his eyes. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned toward Noir as if asking for direction, smiling in thanks when Noir gently guided him to stand in front of Night.

“Hello, Night.”

“You look… stunning,” Night breathed, carefully taking Host’s outstretched hand. “I regret that I did not bring you flowers or a gift; it has been a long time since I went on a date.”

“That is fine,” Host reassured him, patting his hand softly. “Noir’s allergic to most flowers, anyway. Tell me, where do you plan to take me tonight?” He offered Night a small smile, urging him to lead them out of the house.

“I was planning to take you to a garden, narrating the scenery so that you can experience one of my favourite places during the nighttime,” Night responded, pausing when he felt Noir’s eyes on him. “I’ll make sure he’s safe,” he promised, turning to nod at Noir before walking his date through the door and into the garden.

“How do you manage that?” Host asked after a moment of getting his bearings, shifting to hold onto Night’s arm so he was more secure. “Shifting the world around us? We aren’t in my street anymore. This must be the garden.”

“Basically, it’s a little bit of chaos magic,” Night explained beginning to walk Host down the path. “We aren’t so much being shifted through worlds as we are simply stepping through doorways between the worlds. The doorways are everywhere, but only few people can open them.” He paused to pluck an apple from a nearby tree, polishing it on his jacket before tapping it to Host’s hand. “Apple.”

“Thank you,” Host whispered as he took the apple with his free hand, biting into it and smiling at the sweet taste. “Does this… magic just work between worlds, or can you go from one place to another within the same world?”

“I haven’t tried moving within a world, simply because I am never in need to travelling far enough to warrant a doorway,” Night answered, pausing as they came to a large cherry blossom tree, branches hanging low enough to form a small dome, concealing anything closer to the trunk. “We’re standing in front of a weeping cherry blossom tree. My boys enjoy hiding under its branches; they refer to it as their hideout.”

“What colour are the flowers?”

“They’re a very pale peach colour.” Night lifted his free hand to gently touch the blooms, feeling how delicate the petals were. “The petals are delicate: thin and translucent. They’re almost like skin, catching the light of the moon to shine like stained glass.”

“You have a way with words,” Host commented, using his hand on Night’s arm to pull him closer, tossing his apple core aside so he could rest his palm against Night’s face. “Would it be rash of me to steal a kiss from you tonight?”

Instead of an answer, Night lifted his free hand to hold Host’s chin, tilting it up before leaning down to connect their lips, kissing Host soft and slow. As Host moved his hand to hold the back of Night’s neck, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, holding Host close.

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“How was your date?” The twins asked in unison when Night returned home, sitting on the living room couch with books in their laps.

“Well, I won’t say it’s love, but we have organised another time to meet,” Night answered, hanging his jacket up as he kicked his shoes off. “If we see ourselves getting closer, I’ll introduce you to him.”

“Oh, so it’s a guy,” Mare sang, suddenly very interested in the conversation. “Can we at least know his name?”

“Host,” Night paused on his way to his room, not turning to look at the twins. “His name is Host.” He continued down the hall to his room, not noticing how the twins shared a look before disappearing from the living room.

----

Host sat at his desk, noting the night’s events in his notebook as the radio played a soft and calming tune. He paused when he felt a chill surround him, lifting his head with a hand on his notebook.

“Hello, Host.” He turned toward the footsteps he heard approaching from behind, trying to identify his intruders.

“We trust you had a nice… night,” a second voice hummed to his right, and he started when a hand rested on his shoulder. “We just wanted to have a little chat with you.”

“You’re Night’s boys, aren’t you?” There was a pause after he asked, confirming his suspicion that the twins were in his room. “Does he know you’re here?”

“What are your intentions toward Papa?”

“I want you to know that if you hurt him in any way, we will make you regret it,” the voice on his right dropped dangerously low, leaning toward his ear. “We are capable of a number of things.”

Host took a deep, steadying breath before relaxing his shoulders, feeling the hand on his shoulder tighten. “I assure you that there are no worries to be had, but it is very nice to see that Night has raised strong, proud, and caring sons.”

“I think he’s good, Phan,” the owner of the hand on his shoulder whispered, revealing himself as Mare. “We should get back before Papa realises what’s going on.”

“Yeah,” Phantom sighed, stepping back from Host. “Remember what we said, Host. You hurt our Papa, we will ensure you live to regret it.” And then they were gone, leaving Host alone in his room as if nothing had happened.

----

The twins returned home in silence, shrugging off their jackets before turning to head to their rooms, pausing when they heard someone clear their throat behind him.

“You were out late,” Night commented as the twins turned around, sitting in his armchair with his hands folded in his lap. “Where have you been?”

“We went out,” Mare answered, unconsciously standing in front of Phantom in defence. “We had some things to do before we called it a day.”

“I see,” Night hummed, lifting a hand to conjure a shining crystal, rotating slightly above his palm before he closed his hand and crushed it. “Did you two threaten my date?” His gaze flicked from his closed palm to the twins, seeing the identical looks of guilt on their faces.

“No…” they said in unison, voices unsteady giving away their lie.

“Chaos breeds chaos,” he said under his breath before addressing the twins again. “You are aware I can handle myself?”

“Yeah…” once more, in unison, they dragged out their answer, shifting their weight from foot to foot nervously. Night sighed before getting out of the chair, stepping toward his sons and seeming to tower over them.

“I love you boys as well,” he stated softly, placing a hand on each of their shoulders before gently urging them to turn around. “Now, then. Off to bed, and if I forgive you, I shall invite Host over for dinner.”

He watched the twins hurry down the hall, then rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone, dialling a number and holding it to his ear. “I apologise for the twins’ behaviour. If you are free, would you like to come for dinner tomorrow?”

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@brokentimewatch @rattyboyisemo @dungeon-dragons-dragons @ariesshower824 (here's some Noist content that you may enjoy)

[inusmasha]

Pride & Prejudice (2005): Edo Period AU ft. SessKik & InuKag

Hi guys! Sorry for being MIA! Has it really been 9 months!?

Life has calmed down a little so I have time to work on AU projects again c: buuut I changed a few things !

I'll be illustrating key parts of the Pride and Prejudice (2005) movie in hopes of opening the fandom's eyes to SessKik romance... but it's going to take place during The Tokugawa era (also known as the Edo Period). I love historical fiction and have been reading up a ton about feudal society.

Originally, in the manga, Inuyasha is set in the Sengoku Period (The Warring States Era) where feudal warlords dropped like flies due to the constant political warfare. Later on, Samurai tried to establish "order" by assigning people into a strict hierarchy of social classes.. Which reminded me of P&P.

On top you have the Emperor, who didn't really wield any political power at this point and was more of a 'figurehead'.

Then there was the Shogun. These military men were the supreme commanders and head of government. I think it makes sense to have the Great Dog Demon be a shogun.

Beneath them were the Daimyo. They were the regional warlords and noble families that ruled over the lowly foot-soldier/samurai. They made up the upper-class but only those with close familial ties to the Shogun would be able to wield political power. Shogun gave land to daimyos to rule in exchange for loyalty. Also! There were "outer" Daimyo who barely hung on to what little perks they had since they had few real allies. Reminds me of the Bennet Fam.

...Everyone else (farmers, merchants, & peasants) weren't respected until the turn of the century brought about that dank rapid economic prosperity.

TBH there was no Japanese 'middle class' like there was in Europe during the time of Pride and Prejudice so I take a lot of creative license.. I'm taking elements I loved from the movie and combining them with the Ukiyo-e art that was so popular during the Edo period. I can't freaking wait to glam everyone up in kimonos, ribbons and pearls.

I hope that made sense! I love overcomplicating things ;p

Dedicated to my dearest friend @magical-campanula who inspired all this with her beautiful mind and HCs!

[ask-the-celestial-family]

So, Clipsey, we know you love Vega and LuLu. Is there anyone else you love?

I love Mama and Papa and Mon’y and Buddy! -Eclipse🧸

[alexthebordercollie]

i'm always a sucker for the take that Ford does love kids, he's just not the best caretaker. i mean, he's immediately delighted to learn he's an uncle in tale of two stans, and he loves spending time with Dipper and Mabel, he's just kind of dense.

i think aus where he gets to be a dad with Fiddleford are so cute. and so interesting to see how he'd handle it. people always seem to forget what a softie he can be

Oh yes! It kind of bugs me how a lot of people act like Ford is cold when he really isn't. There are lots of little examples of him being an absolute sweetheart. He talks a big game about being logical and suppressing fear etc, but he's a deeply emotional person, and that comes through in his more personal journal entries. He's not some heartless robot. He loves sharing his joy and excitement with the people close to him. He craves human connection even though he's bad at it. He gets attached to weird little creatures like Shifty, he loves his niece and nephew and is genuinely happy to meet them. Not to mention Ford loves weirdness and creativity and kids are the weirdest most creative demographic of people out there.

I don't think Ford dislikes kids at all. I think his lack of emotional intelligence and tendency to be lost in his own world makes him a questionable caretaker. Not through apathy or malice, he's just kind of bad with kids. Making him a father is really interesting for this reason because I'm confident he'd love the shit out of his kids, but learning how to respond appropriately to their needs, keep them safe, and pay attention consistently when needed, would all be things he'd struggle with.

Ford also says as much in his journal that he didn't want to settle down and "start a family". I don't think he ever saw kids of his own as part of his future nor do I think he'd ever consciously choose to have them. That said these are the words of a young Ford with grand ambitions that children would have potentially gotten in the way of. I also think the way he shuts down the idea of "starting a family" is a response to the social pressure to get straight married which is also not something he would have wanted. I mean look how well that worked out for Fidds :/

But Ford's whole character arc is about humbling himself. Learning to let go of this fantasy of some grand destiny and find joy in just living life with the people he cares about. He learns to accept the love of others and to love himself without needing to prove anything.

Pictured above, is a combination of sleep deprivation and those little moments when you're a new parent and it dawns on you yet again that suddenly you have this tiny little human who's who world depends on you. That mix of fear and awe and overwhelming love that hits you in waves and turns your brain into mush for a moment.

Nik and Newt force Ford to put someone else over himself, forcing him to reassess his priorities much sooner.

Also I know this one wasn't really an ask but I really wanted to draw something for you because it was soooooo good seeing a real ask in my inbox. I would absolutely love to answer any asks people have about this AU. I'd love to draw more of Ford, Fidds, Stan, and the twins but it gets hard to decide what to draw with so many ideas in my brain. By all means, send me asks or suggestions for drawings and I'll do my best to respond to all of them.

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

Can we see Clove and Flora? OwO

here they are~

Clove (on the left) and Flora (on the right) the precious little leprechaun goldfish mers! UwU <3

[suhtorus]

joyride. geto suguru

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, non sorcerer au, mimiko and nanako are 13, unnamed 7 month-old baby boy

little sunshines au

it's a nice day.

the twins are with you having a much needed girl's day, and suguru gets to spend man to man time with his little one.

(he spent all morning at the grocery store with the baby strapped to his chest.

the little boy was not happy with being subjected to such torture.)

and now they're on their way to pick you and the girls up.

nothing could ruin his day.

with the baby safely buckled in his car seat, suguru drives swiftly through the traffic, focused on the road ahead until the baby's little squeals catch his attention.

"what's got you all giggly, huh?" he smiles through the rear mirror, watching the baby's gummy smile.

it makes suguru feel as if the very sun warms up his soul just by seeing the glee in his son's eyes.

"aren't you the cutest?" he coos and the baby answers with a babble, making suguru hope for a miracle—to hear his son call him papa. "c'mon little guy, 'pa-pa', you can do it."

the unintelligible babbles and squeals continue as suguru parks the car, the baby making grabby hands in the air.

"I'll be with you shortly, my sweet boy."

excited to have the baby back in his arms, suguru feels elated upon finally getting some of the affection directed at him, quickly opening the car door to see his son—only to be faced with heavy disappointment.

kicking his little legs in delight, the baby makes grabby hands at you—well, the printed photo of you hanging at the back of the car seat (a hack to keep the little one calm that he completely forgot about).

"papa, look! mama got us matching bracelets!"

the twins approach him with you following closely behind. suguru barely acknowledges you, staring at the little one with a disheartened look.

"hi, honey. oh- hiiii, baby!" you lean in to rub your son's belly, cooing and kissing his cheek, "did you two have fun today?"

but when your husband remains silent, clearly not matching anyone's mood and visibly sulking, you approach him worriedly.

"sugu- honey? are you okay?"

"papa?"

wordlessly, he pulls the twins close to him, holding them and resting his cheek on the top of mimiko's head.

his face is the epitome of despair.

"I need a moment."

[vagabond-umlaut]

every rose and its 'twin prickles'

Or: you and the two fearsome monsters, your knightly husband must wage a war against everyday, for the sake of a glimpse of you.

▸ dad!gojo satoru x mom!reader; 1.45 wc; fluff, fluff, gallons and gallons of fluff; a pair of cute, possessive and too-wise-for-their-age babies who love their mama wayyy too much; poor miserable deprived 'toru; sprinkles of humor too added in there; implied no curses!au

▸ i dump the blame of this on @afortoru's shoulders. A, look what you made me do ▸ writing this genre for the 1st time! characters, image or divider used aren't mine. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Do you know what’s the best thing about work? 

Every evening it ends early. 

Do you know what’s the best thing about home? 

Every evening you’re there.   

Walking into the barely-lit flat, a soft smile lights up the expanse of Satoru’s face as the quiet sounds of snoring float over from the bedroom. Dumping the bag on the sofa and shrugging off the coat, the man moves silently further into the apartment – weary mind conjuring images of you in an oversized black tee [of his], curled into yourself in the king-sized bed, the cutest little pout on your lips as you babble in your sleep – then pauses, a hand on the doorknob.  

Two pairs of blue eyes sparkle at him from the almost-darkness of the room.  

Satoru closes the door behind and slumps against it.  

Two matching grins aim at his heart from the human blanket over your form. 

Sharp. Shrewd. Cruel. 

You wrap an arm round each of those two monkeys – the latter back here from their grandparents', two days before schedule.  

Ten years ago, were anyone to tell Satoru there would be a day in the future when he would have to fight for you, only to taste defeat, again and again and again, the man would have emptied his glass of champagne on their clothes, then kicked them out of the reception party. 

Yet, now... as he trudges closer to the door and extends a hand to brush a few wily wisps of hair away from your forehead – only to have it slapped away harshly by a little palm – he can’t help but wonder what sin he committed in his previous birth, to have received an angel like you as his wife, but two demons like them for his children.  

Sachiko, the older of the twins, glares up at her father. “Papa, no!! Mama’s sleeping,” She whisper-yells, eyes darting from him to you than back to him, lips tugged down in a scowl, the likes of which he has only seen in a mirror. On your other side, a mop of white hair nods, albeit not without a tiny yawn – Sachiro’s definitely inherited your sleepiness in a rainy weather.  

Satoru lifts an eyebrow in return. “I can see that, you two. Now go, play with your toys or something. I wanna cuddle with my wife.” 

“But we too wanna cuddle with Mama,” Sachiko retorts as she slips out from under your arm and sits up on the bed. The tiny ponytail on her white head stays in a complete disarray; your husband watches your daughter tug at it a couple of times, frowning, before she gives up, returning her glower to him as she continues, “So, you can’t cuddle with her. Mama is ours now.” 

Your son again gives a small “yes” at her words, followed by a yawn – a reaction which Sachiko doesn’t deem to be enough, apparently, given how she throws a glare his way next. “Hey, whose team are you on, dumbo? Mine or Papa’s?” 

The answer arrives in an instant, in the most matter-of-factly voice possible from a five-year-old. “Yours, obviously. I don’t want Papa to steal Mama away. She’s ours.” 

The smug grin directed his way next makes Satoru want to flick two foreheads pretty hard – but he doesn’t. Any rash or impulsive action can only do him more harm now, driving him further away from his goal.  

So, cogs whirring in his brain, he crouches down to his kids’ eye level and smiles.  

“What do you think of a compromise, kids? Why don’t you make a deal with me?”  

Two pairs of blue clash with the original pair of blue for a while, suspicion in one, suspicious curiosity in the other, while challenge swirls in the last; before a huff breaks the staring contest and your daughter folds her arms across her chest. Exchanging a glance and a nod with her, your son too sits up and announces, “Okay, we’re interested. What’s the deal?” 

Your husband lets out an internal whoop of victory. 

“Belgian chocolates in exchange for a cuddling session with my wife.” 

“Bleh!” Sachiko makes a disgusted face – something which takes him back to his younger days when Suguru and Shoko used to imitate his expressions – and whines, “They are so bitter, yuck! Suggest something better.” 

“A doll house for you and a car for Sachiro, if that’s the case.” 

The latter is the one to turn down this time. Tone brimmed with disappointment – something he can only ever learn from you – he says, “But you just bought us one last month, Papa! Mama always asks you to save money... why don’t you ever listen to her?” 

A knife of guilt lodges itself into his heart and twists. Satoru sighs. “I do... I try to, always, but you two make it so difficult for me to! Why are you like this? Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her? She is as much my wife as much she’s your mom.” 

“We know,” The addressed two answer in unison with sage little nods of their head. The girl continues with a grave expression matching her brother’s, “But we can also ask you the same, Papa. She is as much our mom as she’s your wife. Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?”  

“Besides, you spent five extra years with her, before we were born. We just want to make up for the time lost,” Sachiro chimes in with a pout. “Tell us, Papa,” The two again speak in a heart-wrenching chorus, “Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?” 

“The kids are right, y’know?” A mumble pops the gravity of the situation at hand, and Satoru looks down to find you awake, cracking an amused smile at them. He huffs, rising from the floor and plopping on the bed next to you, arms folded against chest.

“Can’t believe I am so unloved and unwanted in this world. My kids don’t love me. They don’t listen to me. My wife too doesn’t love me. She never supports me. Welp, got to be the unluckiest to be in my shoes right now, I guess.” 

Your husband pauses, giving a small break for the words to sink into everyone, before you let out a long exhale and send him a minor twitch of your lips. Sachiko moves to pat his head, the same moment Sachiro reaches over to clasp his small arms around his neck. You too rise and embrace him from behind, placing a small kiss in between his shoulder blades.  

“Y’know, it’s not like that,” You say, placing your ear on his back, “Just ’cause the kids love me more doesn’t mean they don’t love you. And it’s not even your fault – my personality is so awesome, everyone can’t help but adore me the moment they see me – isn't that right, babies?” 

“Right, Mama,” A pair of wonderstruck voices ring out in reply to your jocular question – you continue in the same note, with another kiss, this time on the nape of his neck.

“And because your awesome Mama’s asking you now, will you two be good babies and let Papa too sleep here with us? Look at him: he’s so tired and sad. You don’t want your dearest Papa to be sad and tired, right? You will let him cuddle with us, won't you?” 

Satoru watches the twins look at each other for a second, then the younger acquiesce, “Papa can cuddle with us. That’s okay, maybe.” The two then proceed to shoot a particularly sharp look at him; one he responds to with a cheeky smirk, which disappears into a soft smile when he feels you manoeuvre his face towards yourself, a light grasp on his chin.  

“See, the kids agreed. Now, are you feeling loved and wanted?” 

“Infinitely more,” He replies with a peck on your lips – however, before he can deepen the kiss a tad more, you bring him into a sleeping posture beside you, the kids immediately piling on top of the two of you. You offer him something between a cute pout and a sorry smile, which earns a wink from your husband. 

Turning to one side, Satoru drags you, Sachiko lying on top of you and Sachiro lying in between him and you, into himself, letting him be lulled to sleep by the melody of your laughs and your kids’ half-hearted harrumphs.

  

Do you know what’s the best thing about life? 

Every tiniest bit of it he gets to spend beside you, the light of his life, and the two imps, your and his love brought into this world – even if he knows he’s going to get kicked out of bed the very microsecond you fall asleep again. 

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[harzilla]

So I got two asks related to the lost sibling AU and I decided to put them together. Nothing is set in stone in this AU.

In the famous words of Bartok the bat, Can only end in tears!

If we're talking the bioparents/bio family then a lot of them are shocked, thrilled, even in tears. The reactions vary depending on the family.

🌹Riddle struggles with actually telling his mother. His relationship with his mother is extremely complicated. He just had his entire world view turned upside down and coming to realize his mother has been abusive, and on top of that he finds out that he nearly killed his twin. It takes a long time for Riddle to finally tell his mother and Yuu's there to support him. The two hold hands as Riddle reveals the truth to their mother along with the DNA test that proves they're a match. Riddle's mother immediately going with the idea of Yuu moving back home and learning to be a proper Roseheart. Maybe even hating Yuu's adopted family and thinking they kidnapped Yuu. It's just snowballs into this huge fight between Riddle, Yuu, and their mother. It takes a long, long time before the relationship between parent and children is repaired.

🦁 The second ask specifically talks about Leona's family. While I think it was never stated if Farena was there(but let's just say he was), we know Cheka was. Cheka is, absolutely thrilled. "Who's this? You're a lion beastman too? Are you from the sunset savannah? You look a lot like Papa and Unca!" Leona pulling him off Yuu and grumbling at Cheka for overwhelming them. When Farena finds out he almost charges into the infirmary but Leona keeps him out. Yuu's been through enough already, they don't need to be dealing with Farena too. It isn't until Cloud Calling that Leona FINALLY introduced Yuu to his family in person and only because Yuu asks him to. He has no interest in dragging Yuu into the royal mess of his life and he's willing to ignore summons from his brother to do it. Farena's thrilled of course but Yuu's not exactly happy seeing the way Leona has been treated by the people he should be able to trust. Leona actually has to reel Yuu back from their anger towards Farena, Kifaji, and everybody else. Farena's feelings are mixed but he's happy to realize that Leona has somebody who genuinely sees him for himself. He realizes Leona's closer to Yuu in the short time he's known them, then he is to Farena.

Oh man. So I headcanon, at least in this AU, that mer mamas are fiercely protective of their kids and bigger then their male counterparts. I think Azul's mama and the twin's mama would both show up at the school because, hell or high water they are going to meet their long lost child! No noisy crowman is gonna stop them!

🦈🐬 The twins mama in particular is downright scary. Imagine this really tall lady showing up at NRC. She's really nice to the kids but when she meets Crowley she gets that look on her face and tone and ohh yes, now you realize that she's far more scary then the twins if she wants to be. She squeezes the twins excited to see them but they absolutely have to bring her to Yuu. I see it like when Sophie and her mom are reunited in Howl's moving castle. Excitedly yelling "my baby!" While practically tackling Yuu, crying her eyes out. Holding Yuu's face and bombarding them with questions. Were you taken care of? You look so small! Were you being fed enough? Do we need to send you an allowance? These clothes look dreadful we must get you a new wardrobe. Worried Mama mode activated. Mama bought ready to drag Yuu home but compromises by Yuu coming home during spring break. At least it gives them time to prepare Yuu's room.

🐍 Now, Jamil's family is probably the only ones who actually don't know. Jamil is willing to bury the fact that Yuu is his sibling because, he realizes that if he tells the truth, he's potentially locking Yuu into a lifetime of servitude. There's only a few people on campus who know the truth. Kalim absolutely knows but he promised Jamil he wouldn't reveal it, but it's like how he was willing to fight against Jade's UM because his conviction to keeping Jamil's UM hidden is that strong. Kalim would love to see the two being siblings openly, but he still tries in his own Kalim way

👑 Ohh, this one's interesting. So we know zero things about Vil's mother. So, in this AU, Vil's father Eric used a surrogate. The thing is, the surrogate hid the fact she was pregnant with twins(listen if Lilia can just find a baby and people are chill with it then we can headcanon how adoption and surrogacy works in Twst). Carefully orchestrating it so Eric only knew about one baby. Thus when the twins were born she handed over Vil and disappeared with Yuu. Nobody can track down this woman or the other baby. Eric and Vil never even knew another baby existed. So, imagine Eric's surprise when Vil calls him after book 6 asking if his father knew about a second child. Yuu finally getting to meet Eric in person, and he apologized to Yuu because he didn't get to see them grow up. Eric asking Yuu if it's okay for him to be part of their life. Probably one of the few times Vil has seen his father cry and possibly vice versa.

💀 Cue another excited mama. Oh Idia wants to not involve Yuu in the mess that is the Shroud family curse. But kind of hard, when their hair ignited into the signature shroud flaming hair during Idia's overblot in the middle of S.T.Y.X. She's so absolutely excited that she's trying to ask Yuu 100 different questions, you mean to tell me the Shroud curse didn't developed in Yuu until almost adulthood? Mama is very interested to know about Yuu and their life. Idia almost pities Yuu and Ortho's so excited because his family is all together again! Papa Shroud is much calmer at least.

🐉 Oh I've delved a lot into Malleus and Yuu. I was actually thinking what if... during book 7 when they're in the memories and meet Maleanor. What if she orders everybody to leave except for Yuu. Yuu's so confused because this woman before them feels so familiar, they just watched her nearly strike everybody down with lighting while she yelled at them but the vibe is completely different now. Maleanor being surprisingly gentle with Yuu. Through whatever magic it may be, Maleanor can tell. Yuu crying because Maleanor calls them her precious hatchling and tells them how much they've grown. It's after Malleus' overblot that Yuu finally gets to meet Maleficia. Maleficia who says that Yuu truly looks so much like Revern. Maleficia who welcomes Yuu home.

[darkestspring]

may we have more daemyra! daughter reader and moments with her children 🥺 i love how jaehaera and jaehaerys are with her 😭 maybe an au where there is no war

"Mama!" Jaehaera beamed happily as she ran in, quickly abandoning being lead in by their father as Jaehaerys wasn't far behind her.

You looked up from the little bugs you were stitching into a handkerchief, a gift for helaena, and smiled at the twins. "Hello, my little loves. Did you enjoy you time with daddy?" You mused as them softly, playing the needle safety into the pin cushion nearby and eagerly pulled the twins into your lap.

"Mhm! But we missed Mama so we came back, Papa came back too!" Jaehaerys looked up at him you as you smiled down at him, bruhsing your fingers through his hair.

"Mama missed you both too, very much. Mama's heart feels so broken whenever you leave." You sighed dramatically.

You words had their desired effect, Jaehaerys started to rub at the spot above your heart with a concerned look, the same way you rubbed his tummy whenever he was sick.

"I'll cure mama!" He nodded frantically and you smiled down at him.

"With you and Jaehaera here, my heart is already cured."

[tiredwriter2003]

Danyal looked at him, his face just as expressionless as always. He looked him up and down, looked around at the area surrounding them and sighed.

"Nope" The Demon of Wrath then began to walk away. Away from the one that killed him, away from avenging himself, away from the mould of the person Damien thought he knew. Danyal al Ghul would never have walked away, he would have fought to the last. So why was he walking away, what was he wearing. Was Damien not important enough to pay attention too, so below him that he was not even worth a fight for vengeance?

As Damien stewed in his thoughts his twin had reached the summoning circle and leaned down to inspect it. With a hum he erased a few symbols, writing others in their places in glowing green. Once he was done he spoke, it sounded like a thousand voices, the screams of the damned combined with a mourning cry. Despite hearing him make every syllabal Damien would not be able to repeat a word he said. The circle began to glow the same green as the symbols Danyal had added. The ghost which had been summoned walked back into the circle, or were dragged in the cases of some, and vanished back to wherever they had come from. The only exception being the spirit of his brother.

Once all the ghost were gone he began cleaning up the ritual, he rubbed out and smudged the circle, burnt the book detailing the steps to follow and walked up the summoner. He put a hand on their head and there was a light, which once dimmed showed the passed out form of the criminal. He then clicked his fingers, and nothing appeared to happen, which made him look satisfied. His brother had emoted more in the last 5 minutes than he had for his entire life. Did death truly change him so much?

"Danyal?" Damien questioned hesitantly. He didn't know this version of his twin. Didn't know how he would react and what he wanted. He now knew nothing about the boy he had killed.

"Damien." He acknowledged, not turning around to face him. "What is it?" He continued to walk towards the smudged chalk circle.

"How are you here?"

"A summoning circle and a cultist little brother, do keep up."

"You aren't going to fight me? Punish me for abandoning the league? For killing you and breaking the rules?" The words burst out of Damien, he had been scared of his brother coming back for so long, scared of what would happen if his mother dipped him into the pits, that this was fraustrating.

"And why would I do that?" A strange expression crossed his face. Danyals lips were smiling but his eyes were full of hate and fire. It was not a happy expression.

"That's what you always do. How you've always been! You were obsessed with the rules and our duties and I refuse to believe that death has changed you so much. You are cruel and you cannot hide that from me!" Damien stood panting after his outburst, glaring at his brother whose expression had yet to change.

"That is how they made me. Most personality controlling spells fail after death and I was cleansed by the healing spirits so it's absolutely gone. The heir of the bat was allowed to ave his own thoughts, feelings, beliefs. You were never expected to stay in the league. But Ra's future meat suit, the so called "heir to the league", well they couldn't have him, me, running off now could they. No chances were taken and a curse was placed a few days after our birth. Do you know how much it aches seeing your body move whilst your not controlling it, seeing people be hurt whilst you can only watch? I must thank you, death was the most freeing thing I've ever experienced. Being able to control myself is a wonder. The twin you knew was a robot programmed by ra's and our dearest mother to never disobey. You never met me and I never truly met you. Only watched. So why would you be important enough for me to put my afterlife at rest. My soul had duties before Ra's dragged it out of the Infinite Realms in his desperation for "a worthy heir" and I would like to go back to them. I don't know you and you don't know me. I have a family I an perfectly happy with in the realms of the dead, why would I risk that for a stranger who has preconcieved notions, who also has the influence and eyes of mother and grandfather on them? I now have my freedom and have no interest in giving it up. Goodbye brother." Danyal walked into the circle, ruined as it was, and vanished. The glowing green faded, it was as if he had never been there.

Now Damien had to confront the fact that his mother, who despite being a terrible mother he had assumed always loved them, was much crueler than he thought. And if Danyal was telling the truth then the monster that he had feared was nothing more than another aspect of his grandfather's cruelty. The face that haunted him was simply another victim. His siblings were silent as Richard placed a hand on his shoulder.

He didn't know if Danyal was telling the truth. But he did know where, and who, could reveal the truth. Looking up at his father he saw agreement and anger. It seemed they were taking a trip to visit his mothers side of the family.

Danny and Damian are twins au again

Ok so what if like Danny and Damian were twins. But like Danny was the stickler for rules . Like never wore anything but the league outfits. Just never even joked .

And they meet years later.

When the villain said they'll bring the souls of the people they killed to fight them. He was expecting the people he killed to be in the thoudands. Damian was arleady a little nervous.

And Damian didn't get nervous but how could he not be? His family is going to meet his twin brother. His father is going to meet his son he never got to meet.

The villain seemed to notice his apprehension and laughed. People he killed drove out in large numbers. And there he saw his brother. It was unmistakable. But his brother wore a weird outfit.

He never strayed far from simple and respectable clothes. Always a stickler for rules. And had on multiple occasions scolded him for not wearing his equipment properly.

But now he was wearing multiple unnecessary belts and was wearing a platform boots with spikes soles.

My doodle for this Danny.