#wizard baby blanket

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personalized baby blanket, dark turquoise little wizard magic owl swaddle, newborn school of magic gift, white owl mail, harry wizarding school

Super Soft baby blanket. Blankets are made from a high quality soft minky plush. Minky is a knitted polyester fabric with fine, short hair, which is arranged in all directions giving the illusion of three-dimensionality. It is extremely soft and fluffy with saturated warm colors

[murderoushagthesequel]

Cats and Lemonade

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, swim (359 words)

i had to make today's extra cute and sweet because apparently beo's will be devastating and y'all deserve something to combat that <3. so have some baby jeggy! i'm picturing them being about 6 and 7 here!

“Reggie! You made it!” James stumbles across the grass to meet his friend by the fence. 

The Blacks and the Potters have long since lived next door to each other, but for reasons James can’t understand, the Blacks haven’t allowed their children to get anywhere near James. It makes him sad.

But one day, a little boy with curly raven coloured hair and a face spotted with freckles found his way through a hole in the fence, skinny as he was, and he and James became instant friends. James would spend every day with Reggie if he could. He never wants to be away from him. Unfortunately, Reggie’s parents are still strict and mean and the time they get to spend together is limited.

Luckily, it’s the summer right now, so neither of them have school to worry about, and Reggie’s parents are still busy with work. Today, Reggie’s snuck over to play in the pool with James and James has been excited about it all week. He got his mom to make them lemonade and waited with the cat for Reggie to arrive (Reggie loves cats, he told James himself).

Back to the present, Reggie smiles widely at James and immediately falls to the ground to play with the cat. James quickly snatches the cat away (a bit jealous of the attention he was getting) and brings Reggie over to his little set up. Reggie is overjoyed by the lemonade as apparently his mom doesn’t let him have sugary drinks, which just seems cruel to James, and the two of them splash and swim around in the pool all day. 

When they’re all tired out, they lie down on some towels and Reggie tells James all about the sky. James sits and listens, fascinated and relishes in all the time he can spend with his Reggie until he has to go back home again. James wishes he could just steal Reggie away and stay with him forever, but he supposes what they can do now is good enough if it’s all they can have. One day, Reggie will run away, and James knows they’ll never be apart again.

[writers-potion]

Let's Scare Your Readers!

Combine the techniques below with the techniques for building suspense to give your readers a palm-sweating sensation!

Darkness

If absolute darkness doesn't make sense in your story, aim for semi-darkness: dusk, a single lantern/candle, heavily curtained windows, a thick canopy of trees, etc. Flickering lights that create confusing shadows can also be effective.

Let the darkness pool gradually around your MC. Show the night or fog rolling in, the camp-fire subsiding, or the candles burn down one by one.

Examples:

The candle sputtered. The light wavered.

The lamp cast its smoky light on the brick walls.

The night was silent, but for the dry rustling of leaves as the wind whispered through the trees.

Sound

Of all the senses, the sense of hearing serves best to create excitement and fear.

the clacking of the villain's boots on the floor tiles, the ticking of the wall clock, a dog barking outside, the roaring of a distant motor, a door slamming somewhere in the house, water dripping from the ceiling, the chair squeaking, the whine of the dentist's drill, the scraping of the knife on a whetstone, a faraway siren wailing the heroine's own heartbeat thudding in her ears.

When the surroundings are dark, your MC will grow to be more aware of the surrounding noise, even if it's not relevant to the plot.

Chill

Make it uncomfortably cold for the MC, and your readers will shiver with them.

powercut cutting off the heating, nightfall naturally bringing in lower temperatures.

winter, evening, a cool breeze that chills everything, survivors running our of fuel, the ceiling fan is over-active, stone builindg/caves/sbuterranean chambers tend to be cold.

Describe how the cold pinpricks the MC's skin, stunting their thinking and making them shiver.

The opposite can also be effective: turn up the temperature using a stove, an overheated motor, or the sweltering sun to make the MC sweat.

Isolation

This is a common technique: let the MC face the monster alone with no external help. It's also easier to limit the resources and escape routes available for the MC.

an abandoned factory, remote mountaintop, the depth of an unexplored cave.

It can also be more everyday locations: a construction site, the sewer, a malfunctioning bathroom.

Meet the Monster

When describing the threat, spread out your descriptions so that (1) the scene has constant action (2) you have material to build up later.

Good details to show:

hands, fingers, nails, talons, claws

the sound of the voice, growl, roar

the smile, teeth

the texture of skin, fur, scales.

Get Visceral

Never tell your readers that the MC is scared. Describe the fright using these physical effects:

the skin crawling, breath stalling, scalp pricking, clenching of the chest, stomach curling, heart thudding, sweat tricking down, clogged throat, pulse in the ears, cold sweat, chills up/down the spine, stomach knotting, breathless, etc.

The Gory Bits

Instead of describing everything, limit yourself to particular details, keeping overall description short. Non-stop gore doesn't shock - its bores.

Create a contrast: the child's mutilated corpse still clutches the doll. The brains from the baby's plt skull spill across the fluffy pink blanket.

Use similes, comparing gruesome buts to something from ordinary life. The intestines look like spaghetti in tomato sauce. The blood spilling from the mouth looks like lipstick.

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[bloodsuckingfiends]

My mom was telling me the other day that growing up, my dad hand sewed my Halloween costumes which were beautiful and so detailed, and made me hand sewn stuffed animals, and would perform “surgery” if my favorite stuffed toy needed any repairs.

And it got me thinking about my favorite headcanon: Dadstarion sewing and embroidering everything for his children

Astarion repairs and adorns his and your clothes as it is, but once he has children, he goes overboard.

He embroiders all of the baby’s linens, all their blankets are dotted with stars and moons. Tiny galaxies that will wrap the baby in love and comfort.

He works tediously on onesies, and bibs. The time consuming work eases the nerves that churn in his gut as you await the arrival of your little one. Oftentimes, you have to gently coax him to come to bed to rest. Otherwise, he will stitch through the early morning.

When the baby arrives, Astarion already has a little stuffed cat, stitched with love, and a couple of curses, to gift his little one.

Later on, the little Ancunin becomes incredibly attached to the toy made by their papa.

When their old enough to truly play and voice what they really want, Astarion puts together elaborate costumes for dress up. Beautifully crafted princess dresses or prince doublets, pretty and earthy little fairy dresses with matching glittering wings, and his personal favorite: a very goofy looking purple wizard robe. His child rather enjoyed wearing that one while mimicking uncle Gale.

And of course their regular everyday clothes, when not entirely made by their papa, are embroidered with their favorite animals or creatures. Are sprawling with beautiful gold threaded ivy and filigree. Flowers of their favorite colors dot the cuffs of their coats.

I just love the idea of Astarion putting such love and care into something he learned out of necessity, but now does it for the ones that he unconditionally loves, and who unconditionally love him back.

[ryo-kaikura]

Yandere brothers x step-brother reader x yandere males

Your mother remarried to a powerful wizard family because you had a high talent for magic. But when you get there, and nobody likes both of you. After snooping around you heard the head of the family, the one your mother married, only accepted because he needed someone to cover his real wives from the world. The wives hate your mother because they thought you were an illegitimate child, the brothers hate you because they thought you would destroy their family. The head of the family just doesn't care, all he truly cares about was his wives and his sons.

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You were reincarnated as a baby, you were living a fulfilling life with your new family up until you father died of an illness, the illness has a cure but the cost was too high even though you were a noble family, a viscount. Usually for normal nobles the prince will be nothing but their child's allowance for a month. But you were born in a family of a military noble.

Because your grandfather and you mother was in the military and helped the empire, the emperor gave your mother the title of viscount Evergreen. When your mother got the title, she gave every jewelry and treasure she had to improve her land and her people but because o that she had very little money.

Even though you were reincarnated and you knew little to none about your past life, all you knew was your death that was until you unlocked yout mana after your father's death as mana was said to open in extremely emotional moments. Your mana was weird and you couldn't use magic like normal, your mana would hurt you if you used the normal mana handling. Just as you were about to give up the past memories opened up, you remembered your past world was another magic filled world but the world was modern.

When you realized this, you used multiple ways to handle mana and modified it to fit you. Soon you were able to use mana proficiently. Without your mother knowing, you were able to make a magic tower, you named it “phantom tower”. This magic tower rivaled the “magic tower” with their proficiency of having very skilled mages But nobody new how to get inside.

Your mother, who knew you could do magic, tried to help in her own way, since she wasn't able to put you in the “phantom tower” . She decided to marry the head of the “magic tower” So you could learn magic.

In the end, both you and your mother did thing without telling the other.

While you were learning magic, more memories opened. Soon, you realized this place was a novel, where the FL tried to learn magic and was able to get a scholarship into the magic tower to learn. You were also in this novel, because the you in the novel didn't have knowledge of multiple mana handling, you were jealous and bullied the FL because she was able to make your step brothers react positively (saying hello back). Soon you and your mother got kicked and died of starvation. The funny part was your mother was given a hero's death while you were just put in a the soil without a casket.

When you realized why she did that, you were shocked to say the least.

You had zero opinion on the Nortarian family (the magic tower family). When you arrived in the northern Territory you were surprised because the family wanted to scorn the both of you since the public that isn't in your land thinks your family wastes money on materialistic things. When the both of you arrived, you have kept your mother safe from the heat with your magic but she didn't realized since even without your magic, she would still survive since she is called the goddess of the battlefield since she was kind to her people and tries p end thing with as little deaths as possible for both sides.

When you got down from the carriage, your mother was holding her blanket while you just draped it on your shoulders, either of you was shivering even though the carriage itself was cold to the touch. Another surprise was the brothers were shorter than said in the story. The story said when you arrived, you were a head shorter than both of the brothers but it seems they're a head shorter than you.

You also brought with you your first disciple. His name is Joshua, with fluffy brown hair and a well built build. He only reached your ear. When you met the head, Aldrich Nortarian, you were face to face with him. Forgot to mention you were only 18 years old while the brothers were 16 years old.

The day before, you asked to stop searching for the people that were neglected because of their magic/mana. But your disciples already found a girl, you just asked Simeon to teach her. You've asked the other disciple to teach. You only have two disciples, one was Joshua, he was a beggar because his parents died and the people in his village thinks he is a curse but in fact his parents died of the same disease as your father and the other was Simeon, he was a pickpocketer because he needed money to survive since both his parents abandoned him when he unlocked mana but it was unable to use them so basically useless to them.

When you were given a room, the room was amazing to the poor and poor to the rich. For you and your mother, this was just fine.

Two years later

It's been two years since you arrived, the family did treat your mother completely differently after she was willing to sacrifice her life for the wives.

The mother of the first child, Maria, was a strict yet loving mother that's why her child, Wilhelm, was a dream child for any parent. The mother of the second child, Phoebe, was a carefree but she knew how to take care of her child so he would grow into a proper man that's why the second son, Axel, was a carefree but at the same time stuck to his duties.

Ever since the day your mother was willing to save Maria's life from a disease and Phoebe's life from multiple assassinations. Both Maoa and Phoebe fell in love with her. They were able to make Aldrich also like her since your mother, while invited by his wives, would still think of him and that made Aldrich fell in love with his third wife. But the brothers still hated both you and your mother's guts.

Though they can't really do anything since they were weaker than you. How did you know? Since they tried to bully you, they request a magic duel, but they ended up humiliated.

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It was the day the FL entered the magic tower. You don't see the FL, just a guy with FL's hair and eye color. You thought nothing of it.

Soon the FL looking guy walked towards you, he said his name is Emy. Weird, his name sounds similar to the FL's name, Emily. Emi said he has a scholarship, originally they ordered it for his twin sister but his twin sister already entered the Phantom tower.

The reason why they didn't get one for him was because he lacked mana control so he was unable to use magic. Deciding to make him your third disciple, you asked your mother to ask Aldrich to allow it. Later that day, you were allowed to teach Emi.

Emi was fundamentally different, his mana was more like an ocean than a river that flows to his whole body. So you began to manipulate his mana to be able to flow. But sadly the process takes a while so he studies in class in the meantime. Unbeknownst to you, Emi was bullied because he was unable to show his magic.

Emi started to slowly lose his self esteem. In the past, the FL also had the same conditions but because of the brothers' help, she was protected. Seeing as the brothers won't help because it doesn't benefit them, you helped Emi by making the bully back off. Because of this both you and Emi got close. Somehow along the way, the brothers got jealous.

The brothers actually never hated you, you were humble but confident, strong but kind, basically the perfect spouse for them. But they were always the dominant one so when you showed your dominance to them, they backed off, up until you got close to Emi. Wilhelm suggested to Axel to just accept being his wives and not the other way around, and Axel accepted. Soon the brothers plan was in action, they would subtly seduce you with magic and their sudden different nature and take you away from Emi. But surprisingly Emi was able to get into heir group and now they do this to make you forget about anybody else but them.

The plan was working well until Simeon and Joshua realized what the brothers and Emi was doing. Turns out, his sister Emily looked nothing aliked with Emi, and Emi was born without gender so he would be able to change his gender up until age 18 when he would be in that gender forever. Turns out, he originally wanted to be a girl so you would fall in love but forgot to change back to female after playing in the village. How did Emi like you? In truth, he was already saved by you multiple times, you just never realized.

Originally, Joshua and Simeon wanted to put an end to all of this, but they decide to follow.

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Years later

You didn't know how anything happened anymore. Your mother was brought to an island to enjoy the retirement of Aldrich. Aldrich immediately gave you his position after knowing you were the leader of Phantom tower from the age of 16.

You were married to Wilhelm, Axel, Emi, Joshua and Simeon in that order. Somehow every wife was able to give birth and they each gave birth to 1 to 3 children. Every member of the Nortarian family was able to become either high tier mages or the best of the best battle mages.

You also realized the basement of the family manor was filled with people you knew, starting from people you hate to people you have neutral feelings for. All of them had something in common, they were tortured and killed painlessly.

You could do nothing but accept this harem of crazy men.

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This is a flop, originally was only going to make it only the brothers but idk what happened, the ending is rushed, I know, but I didn't know how to end it tbh

[faefetti]

Hey Baby Dino! Ready to have some fun? .𖥔 ݁ ˖🦖.₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖🦕

Here by popular demand, it’s a Dino room just for you! 💚💙

Made this one with some cool little boy blues and greens but of course this room is for any little one that likes it! Featuring some yummie Dino nuggies, a soft blanket that you can throw on top of the table to make your own dino cave, plenty of dino toys to play with, a soft book for reading and stimming with lots of fun textures, some chewies to keep those dino teeth nice and sharp and of course, a dino paci to take a nap with after a full day of fun!

Sorry this one took a minute lovies! Had too much Halloween on the brain heehee🖤🎃 Remember that you can check out any of the rooms I’ve made you so far in the softroom time tag! With that being said…

[anomaly-hivemind]

Money for Muff ☆ Dragon! Crocodile x Reader | Kinktober Day 21

Summary: After losing elven paradise, you move to a big city, but actually working sucks. Luckily you can suck for work instead ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Word Count: 1084

Tags: finger sucking, blow jobs, slight handjobs, riding, dom/sub dynamics, anal, grinding, gn reader, fantasy au

You used to have a nice life, a good life. Where you lived in peace and harmony with the earth. At least, that was until your forest was destroyed by drought and sandstorms, and your people scattered. So you moved to one of the bigger cities, Rainbase specifically, and gave being a bartender and a waitress a go; after all, elves had a lot of appeal to the other races. 

But you just can’t do it, it fucking sucks! People leer and hit on you all the time and act like they can own you. So you quit and became a full-time sugar baby to a dragon. If your body is gonna be on display, you’ll be damned if you don’t get some money for it. 

So you went to the wizard tower after hours and were matched with Sir Crocodile. A large dragon with dark purple iridescent scales. It was the best decision you ever made. He was often off doing things for his shady crime syndicate or pirate warlord duties, so you relaxed around his casino with all the fancy clothes and jewelry he bought you.

However, he was here today, and it was time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain, which is your relationship. 

You laid out on crocodile’s plush bed, which was a bunch of blankets and pillows and other soft things atop his massive dragon horde of gold and treasure, in your finest silks with the sleeves hanging off your shoulders as you ate off an opulent charcuterie board; you looked at you when you smelled the familiar smell of Crocodile’s cigar smoke. 

“Welcome back,” You smiled before popping a chocolate-covered strawberry into your mouth. He grunted a reply as he hung his fur coat up and made his way beside you. He dipped one of his claws into the melted chocolate, and you immediately licked it off.  

You wrap your lips around his digit and suck on it lightly; his eyes glare down at you as you move your tongue against his finger.  He pushed his large, rough finger deeper into your mouth, and you let out a muffled whine. He pried your mouth open as he ran his finger on your flat tongue. You looked up at him, and he was still staring back at you with keen interest. You knew what was needed of you to do and what was fully expected of you. 

You pushed the charcuterie to the side, needing no instructions on what time it was, as your fingers looped around the waistband of his pants and shimmied them off. Your fingers traced the shiny scales on his legs, moving back to his length.  You pouted a bit, seeing he wasn’t ready for you to take him.

“Me sucking your fingers didn’t excite you in the slightest?” You asked as you walked your finger up his thigh and traced squiggles back down.

“Do I look like some common whore? That may work on some poor virgin sap, but you’re going to work for it,” he replied.

You sighed, teasing his cock by running your fingers up his shaft and tracing around the head.  You wrapped your hands around the top of his member and slowly stroked down his rod all the way to the base.  From the tip, his cock had a purple hue that faded out towards the middle. On the outside, from just under the tip to the base, there were ridges. You tighten your grip and start to stroke him slowly and look up at him expectantly for his reaction. He was nice and hard, but his expression was uninterested at best, and it caused you to let out a slight whine.  

Tentatively, you stick out your tongue and give the tip of his member a little lick. It's timid, barely even connecting with the surface.  He lets out a short, amused huff at your attempt to be teasing. You licked over the slit of his tip, the taste of his salty precum gracing your tastebuds. You moved to kiss and suck on his balls a few times and lick them by sticking your tongue out a little, then licked a long stripe up to the top before taking him into your mouth and gurgling down his dick. You went slow at first, only taking in a few inches so you could swirl your tongue around. 

You rock your head against him as you suck on his dick the best you can with his size. You massage his balls lightly as you drool around him, filling your mouth up with all of him in between your lips.  You kiss every ridge up his shaft as you go back to bobbing your head into him. Crocodile was laying back as you suck on him at your desired pace. You feel him tracing your elf ears leisurely so that you know you have his full attention. 

You took him out your mouth, pressing one last kiss to the tips before straddling him. You slid over his hardness a few times before positioning him and slowly sinking onto his cock. You let out a breath as you eased your way down his length. You hummed in satisfaction as you felt the ridges, one by one, enter your tight hole. 

“Are you just gonna sit there the whole time?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he blew out a bit of fire to light another cigar. He moves to unbutton his shirt and throws his tie to the ground. 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I am,” you said as you rolled your hips and began to move. You mewl at the ribbed sensation of his dick. You slowly picked up the pace, and you started to bounce.  He grabs your hips as you tilt your hips up and down on his large length. 

He lets out a groan when you pull almost all the way out your hole before slamming down onto him.  You were bouncing on his long dick until your legs felt like they were going to give up on you. With trembling legs, you pushed through until Crocodile was throbbing inside your rear. You fall back against the large man, feeling dizzy, and this is when he takes over and thrusts up into you.  He fills your ass with his hot dragon jizz; he holds on to you before pulling out of your while grumbling, you were huffing and puffing from the high of pleasure.

[naomijoestar]

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Hello everyone! I decided to make a masterlist to make it easier to browse through my account <3 Enjoy

Part 1

- speedwagon cute scenario

- insane in the brain - Jonathan Joestar (NSFW)

and you can request more for this part!

Part 2

- caeser zeppeli x pillar woman

- baby…s? - caeser zeppeli (NSFW)

- please! - joseph joestar (NSFW)

and you can request more for this part!

Part 3

- Jotaro Kujo scenario

- good cop bad cop - polnareff (NSFW)

and you can request more for this part!

Part 4

- “would you still love me if i was a worm?” with the duwang gang

- Rohan Kishibe and Bruno Bucciarati romantic headcanons

- baking with each duwang gang member

and you can request more for this part!

Part 5

Bucci gang

- F!reader confronts bucci gang for always making her seduce the enemies instead of fighting

- Karaoke with each bucci gang member

- each bucci gang member walking in on their partner trying to become a super saiyan

- drunk confessions on each bucci gang member

- bucci gang headcanons

- “i could kiss you rn!” with each bucci gang member

- bucci gang members react to reader calling them husband

- bucci gang members getting a boner bc of their crush

- bucci gang after making unemotional s/o laugh

- bucci gang with a member who has a creepy doll aesthetic (platonic)

- bucci gang with girlfriend who has big boobs

- bucci gang with a goth reader who has a cute stand

- bucci gang with their s/o clinging onto them because they miss them

- bucci gang react to you impulsively dying your hair bright pink in the middle of the night

- christmas shopping for the bucci gang (M!reader + crush on mista)

- giornos crisis and funny chaos

- bucci gang react to you suddenly confessing

- bucci gang + trish react to you teasing them with a piece of cake (M!reader)

Bruno Bucciarati

- Bruno Bucciarati and Rohan Kishibe romantic headcanons

- bruno bucciarati finds out his shy crush is a former mafia asassin headcanons

- birthday desert - bucciarati (NSFW)

- headcanons of your first time (NSFW)

Narancia Ghirga

- Narancia with an awkward partner headcanons

- narancia ghirga boyfriend headcanons

- narancia as a stay at home dad

- narancia confessing to his shy crush

- narancia as a father general headcanons

- narancia reacts to reader having a stand that compliments his

- narancia and reader cuddling one shot

Guido Mista

- taste test - guido mista (NSFW)

- mista reacts to “if you laugh you’re getting some tonight”

- headcanons of your first time (NSFW)

Leone Abbacchio

- yeehaw! - abbacchio (NSFW)

- headcanons of your first time (NSFW)

Trish Una

- baking disaster with trish una

Pannacotta Fugo

- fugos s/o obsessing over a fugo replica, leading him to get jealous

La Squadra

- la squadra with a goth reader who has a cute stand

- la squadra with a member who has a healing stand that the form of a giant warm blanket

- la squadra react to reader who has a creepy doll stand

- la squadra try a period simulator

Risotto Nero

-risotto with a witch/wizard reader (platonic)

and you can request more for this part!

Part 6

- Stone Ocean men getting a boner bc of their crush

- Weather report bf headcanons

- Tethered by Fate - jolyne cujoh WLW story

and you can request more for this part!

Part 7

- the big three - gyro x johnny x reader (NSFW)

and you can request more for this part!

General

- each jojo walking in on you trying their clothes

- trying makeup on the jobros

- jobros react to “if you laugh you’re getting some tonight”

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I don’t have any strict rules for requests, but I don’t write smut (unless I feel like it, so if you request smut and I don’t respond I apologize), I do write NSFW headcanons/scenarios, but the scenarios don’t lead to anything, also no yandere! Also if my bio says request open then no need to ask if I’m taking requests <3 Have fun with the asks! :P (I apologize if I don’t respond quickly to your requests, I won’t always be able to do that, so please be patient! I frequently get busy with my day to day chores so responding to requests will take time, I am sorry in advance for any delays)

[mapleaves]

25 Days of Agere Moodboards Day 6: A character you headcanon as a regressor 

to everyones shock and dismay Rabbit appears in my posts again <3 im obsessed with him sorry. headcanons below the cut

one two three / four five six / seven eight nine

💭 please dni if nsfw (including ddlg/abdl/etc.)

Headcanons:

I actually think Rabbit both regresses and is a cg!!

Very fussy during regression, but not in the sense that he wants to be babied as much as he wants things kept how he left them when he was big. He's very particular about his home, and he will NOT abide by any messes just because he's small!!

If he had a tv he'd be one of those toddlers who screams at the tv like NOOO ELMO THE HAT DOES NOT GO ON YOUR FOOT!!!!

But on that note, he can be very very silly. It's a lot like when he's big - he'll pout and glare about it at first but with the right tricks you can have him giggling and happy

When he starts to have fun, he gets REALLY into it. Think of that episode in New Adventures where he dresses up as a wizard - if he gets too wrapped up in a game he has to be redirected eventually or he'll never get any rest (and neither will his cgs)

Loves picking flowers with his cg and bringing a plushie out to his garden to show off his plants - as long as they bring a blanket so nothing gets dirty 🙃

Gets worked up really easily, especially if he thinks he's made a mistake and starts beating himself up, or if he's especially overwhelmed

Sometimes he just seems especially anxious or grumpy, but you can usually tell he's getting small when he starts stumbling over his words really badly, going quiet, fidgeting a lot, gnawing on his thumb or getting clingy, etc

World's #1 napping fan

Sometimes tries to force himself to be big when he really needs to regress - he has to be reminded its okay to be small because he puts to much pressure on himself to keep things in order

He won't usually initiate physical contact, but if he's upset a blanket, a warm drink, and some quiet cuddling can help calm him down

Main cg is Tigger, and sometimes they end up regressing together, though Rabbit is more in the toddler-young kid range whereas Tigger is more of a big brother type

[littlejuicebox]

Skin to skin.

Surprise surprise! A little drabble about baby Gale’s first few days of life. I love Dadstarion. This isn’t edited. Maybe I’ll edit it a bit later.

Warnings: babies, pregnancy, breeding and daddy kink if you squint really hard and hold a magnifying glass lol, mostly just fluffy feel good ridiculousness

A/N: I love Dadstarion and baby Gale OKAY

In case you’re new here’s the gist. Astarion had the Wish Spell turn him mortal, courtesy of Gale of Waterdeep (see ‘The Wish Spell Worked’ for details). Baby Gale was named to honor the Wizard. Here’s the labor and delivery story if you’re interested.

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Baby Gale’s previously pink skin is tinged yellow when Astarion peers into the bassinet to admire the infant a few days after his birth. The sight instantly worries the elf; his stomach churns with concern.

The new father glances to where you are sleeping so soundly in bed, your first real lengthy stretch of rest in several days.

Shit.

Astarion doesn’t want to wake you and cause worry when you’ve had such a hard time sleeping these past few days. Every small whimper and coo from the newborn practically ripped his little love from precious, much-needed rest in a panic.

He thinks it might be nothing. Gale is still breathing and sleeping peacefully, and he doesn’t feel feverish. But he doesn’t know what to do, and wants to be absolutely sure, so Astarion carefully scoops the little one up, wrapping him tightly in the soft, embroidered blanket he’d made for his son one Midwinter evening.

“Come now, little prince. Let’s see what Auntie Shadowheart has to say.” The elf whispers to the bundle of blankets as he heads to the guest chambers.

After a quick examination, Shadowheart eases Astarion’s concerns with an uncharacteristically gentle tone. He thinks it’s likely because Gale is still sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“It’s just a bit of jaundice, Astarion. Quite common in newborns. It’s good you didn’t wake Tav, she would’ve had a fit if she saw Gale like this with no explanation.” The cleric murmurs, peering down at the little one, “Perhaps a bit of sunlight and fresh air for Gale, and I’ll draft some herbal teas for Tav to drink so the supplements will reach him when he feeds. I can sit with Gale in the sunroom, if you’d like to go back to Tav.”

“It’s okay, I’ll take him.” Astarion responds, and with a genuine tone that seems to be more and more common as he addresses his friends throughout the years, he whispers, “Thank you, Shadowheart.”

*

Ever since the Wish Spell granted him mortality, Astarion quite liked the sunroom. He typically took his afternoon tea here, basking in the sun’s rays and trying desperately to make up for the hundreds of years where he missed out on that wonderful aspect of nature.

But now, Gale is fussing slightly as a breeze carries through the open window, tossing his tiny silver curls about and causing a new sensation he doesn’t seem to like. His yellow-tinged face grows red in irritation, and his father is bouncing him, offering whispered coos of comfort and trying to settle the newborn. And Astarion is beginning to think the sunroom is a horrible place to be.

The baby is wailing when you appear in the doorframe, holding a tray of tea, and watching your husband as he worriedly begs Gale to settle down.

“Perhaps a bit of skin to skin, daddy.” You suggest gently as you enter the sun room and place the tray on a table nearby. You wrap Gale in your arms and gesture for Astarion to remove his shirt. He obliges with a frustrated huff and small roll of his eyes.

“You don’t need to use your flower child sensibilities as an excuse to see me shirtless, love. You really need only ask. I fail to see how this—“

You admonish Astarion with a small shh as you unwrap the still fussy newborn from his blanket before placing Gale on the elf’s chest. Then you drape the small piece of cloth over the baby.

“Now lay back.” You command, propping a pillow slightly so that Astarion can recline himself further onto the sofa. All at once, Gale seems to melt into the warmth of his father’s chest with a satisfied coo.

“What was that about my flower child sensibilities?” You ask your husband as you sit down on the couch, intent on sipping some of the tea Shadowheart brewed for you.

Astarion sighs. Bested, once again, it seems. He brings his hand up to rest it on Gale’s small back, feeling the sensation of his tiny body rising and falling with each tiny breath.

“Nothing, dear.” He murmurs before placing a gentle kiss on the newborn’s head.

You chuckle softly and then watch the duo with a content, love-sick smile, “I should tell you, Astarion. I don’t think you’ve ever looked more handsome than you do right now, shirtless and holding our jaundiced newborn in the sun.”

Your husband’s eyebrow cocks as he lifts his gaze from Gale to you, a small smirk stretching across his lips before he offers you a playful wink, “If you like this, darling, just wait until you watch me change a diaper or bathe Gale for the first time.”

You shake your head and laugh softly again as you sip your tea, “Yes, you may positively turn into a god before my eyes when I see that… and convince me to have more of your offspring, just to keep those visions coming.”

A little hum from Astarion as he considers this, “Then I shall certainly do my best to be as domestic as possible, darling. You were quite fetching, when pregnant with Gale, dear. I do hope that’s not the last time I get to witness you like that.”

“I don’t think it will be the last time I’m swollen with your seed, daddy.” You whisper with a wink in your husband’s direction, causing the flush on his ears to rise, “But for now, let’s just worry about returning this first one back to pink. Then we can discuss others.”

Astarion nods with a content smile and then closes his eyes as he holds Gale. Before long, your husband is sleeping with the newborn on his chest, unable to stay awake any longer as he’s also been positively exhausted from the past few days. The new father stirs slightly when you remove Gale from his arms, readying for the baby’s next feeding, but you soothe your partner and tell him to go back to sleep.

Astarion remains napping for a few hours, basking in the warmth of the sun and dreaming about three or four little silver-haired children running around the house, filling it with laughter.

[almmoon006]

My baby | 2/...

Plot: You are the Dark Lord's wife, who has an amazing influence on him. Autumn night, Potter family home. The parents are dead, the baby has been abducted. What if Voldemort changed his plans? Will you help him?"

Ps: maybe this child could change your marriage? (Nagini is my babygirl, she loves you since the day you came to this Manor). Also Voldemort looks like Tom, but he has red blood-like eyes. I'll call him Tom more often after he'll be warmer with you and Harry.

With a slight fear and trembling in your rapidly beating heart, you touched the baby's delicate face, gently sliding your fingertips over the warm skin in a soothing gesture. The baby was looking up at you with his mouth slightly open and those innocent green eyes. It was as if there were gears turning in his small head.

Not so long ago, his mother was going to feed him, and now he is already lying in the arms of some woman. But he wasn't afraid. On the contrary, he felt surprisingly light and safe. Harry, which was how big adults usually addressed him, felt warm waves from this strange woman. It was as if the warmth of her body was enveloping his smaller body and caressing him like a warm summer breeze. Her whole presence radiated love and a fierce desire to protect. Harry loved it. She smelled of flowers and warmth, which calmed him down. For some reason, he knew that he was safe in this woman's arms.

You lightly kissed the tender forehead with your lips and pressed the boy to your chest, stroking his back in the hope of lulling him to sleep. It's not like you're good at taking care of children, especially those so young. But the time spent with Draco was making itself felt. At least you had Narcissa, who you could always ask for advice from. You may not have carried this child, but you already felt a certain awe for him, a certain connection.

Voldemort left the main room almost as soon as he handed you the baby. It seemed that he had no feelings for the baby, except for the feeling of receiving benefits from the future wizard. You had ambivalent feelings about it.

You went up to the second floor, passing by your shared master bedroom, and stopped at another, slightly smaller one. Inside, all the things were already in their places and decorated for a new family member, as if this room had been waiting for a boy, its new owner, for a long time. Perhaps the Dark Lord simply copied the contents of Draco's room, changing some details and choosing more inviting interior tones.

The whole room was decorated in shades of green and gray. Thick curtains on the large windows blocked the silvery moonlight from entering the still uninhabited room. The walls were a pale green color, muted and soft to a child's eye. The floors were dark wood, just like the rest of the mansion. There were long candles all over the room, casting a bizarre pattern on the walls. A lot of toys and children's books decorated the shelves made of dark wood. There was a changing table and a rocking chair against the wall. Next to the window was a crib with bright green linens and a blanket.

You walked over to the armchair and sat down gently on it, arranging the baby in the crook of your elbow. The baby was surprisingly calm. You could feel your magic leaving your body and enveloping the boy like a soothing blanket, caressing his own magical core. The boy looked up at you with his big green eyes, closed with fatigue, and with renewed zeal squeezed the fabric of your dress in his tiny fist. There was a feeling that the little man felt the full weight of the day, which suddenly fell on his fragile shoulders after so many events. You gently touched his short, unruly hair, gently stroking it.

There was a soft hiss on the floor, and a gentle smile touched your lips. You felt the weight on your feet as the snake's massive body wrapped around them in tight coils, and its triangular head rested on your hip. With your free hand, you touched the cool skin, caressing the scales, and watched as Nagini looked with interest at the new person in the house.

"Hello, my girl. This is Harry," you said gently. The snake stuck out its tongue for a couple of seconds, tasting the boy's scent and the taste of his magic in the air. Satisfied with the information received, the snake obediently returned its head to your hip, lightly touching the warm baby hand.

"He's cute, isn't he?"

Sometimes you were sad at the thought that you couldn't understand your sweet friend the way your husband does. There was no information on how to understand Parseltongue, unless you were a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin. So you just had to accept it. Voldemort rarely translated the snake's words for you. Although Nagini eventually learned to communicate with you with her body language, which made life much easier.

When the baby finally started to make soft snores, you smiled with relief. Leaning back in your chair, you closed your eyes, feeling sleep coming on.

•••

The man did not think that the next meeting with the Death Eaters would take so long. He has not yet informed anyone that he has sheltered the boy, with the exception of the Malfoy couple and Bellatrix Lestrange with her new husband. Otherwise, he wasn't sure enough to fully involve his own family in the affairs.

When he returned to the manor, he immediately called the house elf and told him to bring a bottle of whiskey and several glasses to his office. The house elf nodded obediently, disappearing with a light pop.

Sighing tensely, the man ran his hand through his own hair, ruffling the unruly strands after a long day.

The house was surprisingly quiet. It's not that you're a noisy person, but usually Voldemort at least hears you talking to Nagini, or even Narcissa, if you decide to invite her again. Now there was nothing.

He went up to the second floor. Approaching the right room, the man raised his eyebrows in surprise, watching the peaceful picture. You were sitting in an armchair with a baby in your arms and you seemed so.. natural. It's like you've always been a mother. There was a slight smile on your lips, and your eyes twitched slightly as you had some kind of troubled dream. The boy settled into your arms like his own mother's, feeling peace and love. But what surprised him the most was Nagini, like a faithful dog guarding the only people close to him.

Sensing the Dark Lord's presence, the snake raised its head towards him, sticking out its long tongue.

"Master," she hissed, releasing your body and crawling towards the man, climbing up his body like a spiral staircase, "A new human. A cub." The Dark Lord chuckled briefly.

His slippery friend always reminded him of the cubs, especially since he got a "female".

"Yes. It's a child."

"Stranger. The scent of another human," Nagini continued, muttering reproachfully.

"This is our enemy's child. I killed them. The child will still be useful to us," he replied, sliding his hand over the snake's scales in a soothing gesture.

"Nagini like it. The female master like it too."

Voldemort didn't answer, returning his gaze to your peacefully sleeping body.

•••

Voldemort was sitting in his office chair, leaning back in his chair and slowly sipping an amber liquid from a faceted glass. The firewhiskey burned softly in his throat, filling with warmth under his ribs.

Your hands gently slid over his broad shoulders, flexing the tense muscles. It happened almost every night after the meeting with the Death Eaters. The man remained too tense and preoccupied with his own anger and thoughts to speak. Then you were just there. It seemed to soothe his emotions.

"You will take over the upbringing of the boy," Voldemort began in a firm voice, "No one except the inner circle will know about him until I finish with the documents and the ritual of joining the family. The boy will be our direct descendant. One way or another, you really will be his real mother."

When he finished, he took another sip of firewhisky, throwing his head back and covering his scarlet eyes. You took it as a sign and gently touched his hair with your fingers, massaging his scalp. A satisfied groan escaped his lips.

"Yes, my Lord."

His feelings were never something warm and romantic. Rather, he perceived you as a very devoted follower, something closer to a friend. He knew how the man-woman relationship you had worked, but he couldn't bring himself to fully accept it. He only followed Walburga's advice by accepting her daughter as a faithful wife. Voldemort has never doubted you and your loyalty. You were born and raised to be faithful to him. Yes, you weren't as submissive as your cousin Narcissa was sometimes. But you weren't too crazy like Bellatrix, either. You were a wise and steadfast woman, able to defend your opinion or give in where necessary. Voldemort was attracted to your firmness and confidence, although he would never admit it. And he liked your warmth. The maternal attitude you showed towards both him and the Death Eaters awakened something in him. How caring and attentive you were, your attention to detail and light hand, always knowing what to say and how to calm down. All this gave him the opportunity to feel the love and care that he did not have either from his mother, or in the orphanage, or at school. And he couldn't get enough of that feeling.

[marauders-brain-rot]

Jegumas - Day 9: Holiday Movies pt 2 - 641 words - @noblehouseofgay

Cw: trans pregnancy

A blizzard would be coming soon and James hadn’t done his last surprise outing before they’d be locked inside save for wizarding means of travel. He was determined for it to happen today, he’d already gotten the car packed and bought the tickets, he just needed his husband. 

“Are you almost ready?” He asked, walking into their bedroom and his breath almost stopping at what he saw. There was his husband, his beautiful, handsome, stunning, incredible husband. He was wearing dark wash jeans and a dark green sweater, his black boots sat next to the bench at the foot of their bed. 

“Almost, still not telling me where we’re going?” He responded with a playful smirk, already knowing the answer. James had taken him on several surprise outings throughout their years together now and he happened to know that Regulus was quite fond of them. 

“And ruin the surprise? Never,” he answered as Regulus sat down and slipped his boots on. They were a new pair James had gotten him for the winter with doctor recommended inserts in case his feet bothered him too much. Once they were on his feet James knelt down to lace and tie them, eliciting a huff from Regulus. 

“I can still tie my own shoes,” he grumbled in annoyance. 

“I know you can love, but I need the practice. Indulge me, let me take care of you,” when he finished tying the laces on both shoes, he stood and offered his hand. “We don’t want to be late.” 

They walked through the house and to the car that James had left warming up for them. It wasn’t long before they were driving on the road, heading the relatively short distance to where James had planned for them to go. Regulus for his part was being a good enough sport, settling himself into the passenger seat and watching the countryside fly by outside his window. When they pulled up to the ticket booth James watched as his husband adjusted in his seat and subtly started looking around while one hand absentmindedly cradled his small baby bump. The small unconscious protective action made James nearly feral for the man next to him, but he had to behave, that’s not what this outing was for. 

James passed the tickets to the man in the booth before pulling the car through and finding a decent open spot and parking. He watched anxiously as Regulus took it all in, examining their surroundings with bright shining eyes. 

“What’s this?” He asked softly, eyes locked on a large white screen in front of them. 

“It’s a drive-in movie theater. They project a movie onto the screen and you watch it from your car.” He answered as he reached in the back for everything he’d packed in preparation. He’d gotten all of Regulus’s favorite snacks, a few drink options, and warm fuzzy blankets for him to bundle up in. 

“What movie are we seeing?” His face shone with hope and love and James knew he’d done well. 

“It’s a muggle classic Christmas movie called A Charlie Brown Christmas,” he watched as what he said settled in. 

“Wait, you’ve shown me Charlie Brown before!” He exclaimed with glee. For some reason what little he’d seen of Charlie Brown before he’d fallen in love with. 

“I thought you might like it,” James smiled and offered Regulus a selection of treats that he picked from. Once the previews began they settled in together, opening the snacks between them and cuddling up as close as they could get. 

“Thank you Jamie,” Regulus whispered a few minutes into the movie. The emotion in his voice and the love he felt swell in his chest had made the wait and all the effort worth it. He’d spend the rest of their lives together planning little surprises like this one

@maraudering-times happy birthday, hope this was good enough

[outsideratheart]

Mornings With You (Leah Williamson x reader)

A/N: This is short but I was in a lovey dovey mood.

It had been late by the time you arrived home. Your flight from Barcelona had been delayed meaning that Leah was long asleep by the time you walked through the door. 

Harry Potter was playing on the TV. It told you that Leah went ahead with your planned Wizarding World marathon without you. She was curled up on the sofa, blanket tucked up to her chin with light snores escaping her mouth. 

“Hello sunflower” your thumb brushed across her cheek bone. 

“I tried to stay awake” Leah didn’t open her eyes but she did turn her head to move into your touch. 

“I know baby. How about we go to bed?” 

The blonde nods her head with little to no energy as she was still half asleep. Leah may have agreed with you but she made no effort to move. You didn’t mind though, you scooped her up and carried her bridal style into your bedroom. 

Within seconds you were changed and laying in bed with your girlfriend in your arms. These are the moments you missed when you slept alone at night in Barcelona. The scent of Leah’s strawberry shampoo lulled you into a sweet slumber. 

The next morning you turn onto your side hoping to wrap your arms around Leah’s waist only her side of the bed is empty but not cold. Mornings were suppose to be spent in bed, awake or asleep, especially so when you find out that is isn’t even 9am. 

You close your eyes and listen, maybe she’s in the shower and you can join her but you don’t hear running water. Instead you hear the soft sound of Fleetwood Mac and mumbles of frustration coming from downstairs.

The music allowed you to enter the kitchen undetected and watch Leah and she tried to work one of your coffee makers. As you inhale you pick up the scent of something sweet but also burning. It doesn’t take long to come to the conclusion that Leah’s original plan was to make you breakfast. 

Her hips sway to the beat as she takes a sip of her tea, nearly dropping the mug as she spins and sees you. 

“Good Morning” you tell the blonde who reaches over the kitchen island and kisses you softly on the lips. 

“I don’t know how you drink this, it’s disgusting” Leah takes a sip of your coffee and pulls a face. 

“You’re really selling it” you take a sip and much to your surprise it isn’t that bad. Leah wasn’t the best cooks and the lack of skills did affect her coffee making ability especially when she used your machine. 

“About breakfast…” Leah didn’t want to admit her failure. 

“We’ll go out for lunch later, don’t worry about it” you reassure her. 

The two of you talk about what you had been up to since the last time you saw each other. You tell her about the games in Mexico, the ones she asked you not to play in because she wanted you to to rest after the World Cup. Leah fills you in on how her rehab is going and the smile on her face when she tells you that she has a date for grass work melts your heart.

She was happy and for the first time in months you saw the light that died the day she tore her ACL. There were no words you could use to describe how proud you were of her. It had been tough for her to miss the World Cup but she gave you unwavering support regardless. It gave you yet another reason to love her and to want her by side during the good times and the bad. She was your person, that much you are certain off. Leah Williamson was made for you. 

“You’re staring. What are you looking at?” Leah turns around to look behind her. 

“You. You are—no it’s not possible” you say with a smirk tugging at your lips.

“What?” Leah’s voice cracks whether it be with panic or worry. 

“Just give me a second. I need to make sure” you walk around the island and cup her face.

“Y/N what is it?”

“Well I’ll be damned” you peck her lips once, twice then three times. 

Still Leah was none the wiser. 

“You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you” 

Your girlfriend dips her head in embarrassment. She never had been good at taking these kind of compliments whereas you loved knowing that your words had this affect on her. 

[bellafragolina]

It’s while you’re playing with dinosaurs on the floor that something comes crashing into your grand fight scene. You boggle a moment, caught off guard by the sleek white train that’s now knocked onto its side thanks to your mighty Tyrantrum. But you pick it up, and glance around the room to see who lost their toy.

All the other children are playing on their own. You can see a gaggle playing house, the father loudly scolding the “dog” for peeing in the house, thus sending the rest of the “family” into heaps of giggles. There are a few reading, buried in blankets and pillows as they smile at their picture books. And then there’s a lone boy, stood over by the corner, away from most everyone.

He stares at you, eyes flickering between your face and the train you hold. His smile is tight and looks painful.

You stand, and stride over to him. The boy jumps, head ducking away from your returned stare, only to jolt once more when you offer him the train back.

“Here!” You chirp, happy to have helped. “Your cool train ran into my Tyrantrum and had a big crash! But I’m super cool and smart, so I was able to fix it!”

Shaky hands take the train from you, and your grin wavers at the sight of the boy slowly turning a deep pink. You grow a little nervous, especially with his silence.

“Um, okay!” You say, false cheeriness lacing your words. “Bye!”

You race back to your own toys, shouting at Kevin when he tries to steal your Aerodactyl.

You don’t talk with the boy again, but whenever you glance his way, you can see him staring at you still. Weird! But you try not to mind it.

▽

You’re outside today, which is always super fun. You get to dig your hands into the dirt, piling it up into castles and towers that your imagination can fill with wizards and royalty to have drama amongst themselves. You’re so lost in your little dirt world that you almost don’t notice the shadow that falls over you.

You do notice, though, and glance up to see that same boy. His smile is still tight, but he’s holding something behind his back, the toe of his foot tracing shapes in the dirt.

“Hi!” You greet. “Whatcha got there?”

The boy flushes, but shows you what he’s holding. A small Venipede squirms around in his grip, barely bigger than his hands, so that means-!

“A baby!” You squeal, shocking the boy as you immediately begin to coo at the bug. “Hello! Hello! You’re so cute!”

The boy wobbles on his feet, but eventually sets the Venipede down for you to pet. The bug chitters and whines, leaning into your dirty palms. It makes you squirm with happiness, and you look up to thank the boy for showing you his find, only to see he’s gone.

“Oh.” You say, a little disappointed. But you don’t stay that way for long, as the boy soon runs up, skidding to a stop before you with his hands behind his back once more. “Oh! Yay! You’re back!”

The boy gives a jerking nod, then shoves his hands forward. You tumble back some, surprised to see the small white flower he clutches. It smells sweet, despite being so small.

“For me?” You ask breathily. The boy nods again, so pink you’re worried he’s given himself a fever. But you take the flower from him, smiling as he curls in on himself, fiddling with his own fingers. “Thank you!”

You plant a kiss to his cheek.

“Now we’re married!” You chirp.

The boy faints.

“Oh no!”

▽

You eye the man in the kitchen, chattering away with his brother as they fight over what’s for dinner. Sometimes you miss how cute and shy he used to be, but at the same time, it’s nice to see him grow into someone confident and happy.

Sighing, you close the book on the Venipede entry, safely encasing the tiny white flower pressed between the pages to be looked at another time.

[dorlilymylovesss]

Lily calling Petunia "Tuney", Petunia sending Lily a vase as a gift for Christmas, Petunia clutching onto Lily's blanket because it's all that's left of her little flower, Petunia living with a grief and blaming all wizarding world because they took her baby sister away

[satin-velvet]

I am obsessed with the fact you write for the Wizard and your works are so amazing!!! I hate that the character is so overlooked (also it’s literally Jeff Goldblum hello??). I was wondering if you could write one where he keeps hinting to the reader about wanting to be a father/headcanons about the Wizard becoming a father? Your recent headcanons inspired this because he would totally keep slipping it into conversation.

✧. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹-𝒞𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 *. * ✧

summary: head-canons about the wonderful wizard being/becoming a father

note: i’ve wanted to get into father!oscar for soo long because he is precious. thank you anon for sending this in. also, yes, i completely agree about him being overlooked. evil oscar, father oscar.. even though some of sentimental man was him manipulating elphie, i think theres truth in what hes saying about longing to be a father.

disclaimer: mentions of pregnancy, fem-coded reader but other ambiguous

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

Before you actually have a baby, you would be able to pick up on all the ‘subtle’ hints he wanted one. Whenever he would show you the Oz of Tomorrow (which happens to be often) he would always show you the little house with all the children figurines and tell you how much he would cherish being a dad. Or, having baby furniture “just in case”.

Going over potential names and making a list of the ones you two like and don’t like. He would come up with the most unique, creative names that he’s very sure nobody in all of Oz has for the baby. Sometimes unintentionally, he might bring up having a child in conversation, and we know we loves talking, so he could go on about it for awhile until you stop him or agree.

I imagine he has a workshop room somewhere in the palace, and he’d spend a lot of time crafting toys for the future child and presenting them to you for your approval. Any tweaks or suggestions you give him will be taken into account for the newest model. He would try furniture, too, to varying degrees of success. A crib made out of emeralds maybe isn’t the best idea, but Oscar will somehow make it work anyway.

He would get the best caregivers and governess’s to take care of you and the baby. This time, he wouldn’t use an elixir on you, thank goodness. He would definitely be anxious about something going wrong, and would stay by your side the entirety of your pregnancy (if you went that route). He would never let anything bad happen to his child, or you. At this point in your relationship, you and his future child are all he has. He’d be very hesitant to leave the child alone, maybe with the worry something bad might happen; I think he’d be worried a lot, that something might go wrong, but with reassurance from you he’ll calm down.

Every and any need or want you had would be met. Massages, cravings, self-care.. you would never be without. Even if it was something only found on the outskirts of Oz, he’d get someone to go and get it for you. Your comfort is key to him, and there is nothing between you and your happiness.

He’d have the greenest nursery to match the palace, and all of the comfiest onesies and blankets (hand stitched by the best). He would absolutely read to the child and sing songs. Every book in his library, any nursery rhyme he can remember. He’d had everything prepared in the nursery, that, he would let you design if you wanted. But the color is a little hard to negotiate. He’s also have a playroom built (but this time, fit for a child)!

He would give the child a tour of the entire palace when they got a little older, and the Emerald City, (but any farther, he could not be convinced) with you. He’d want to be there for every one of the child’s milestones, and would document them all. First words, first steps, etc..

Of course, he’ll always make time for you, and include you in everything regarding the kid. But, you know, the moments where you three are all together might be the most heartwarming for you. It might not be three for long, because the second you’re healthy enough, he’ll start the whole process of hinting that he wants a second child all over again. How fun! He’d be grateful for however many kids you give him, because being a father at all is probably his hearts desire.

*. * ✧