Synopsis: You shared a night of passion with your lover before you left for the other side of the mirror, but fate's cruel hands strike once again as you realise you have to raise his child alone in your original world. Thankfully, your child is incredibly drawn to magic, and they opened a portal...?
Tags: slight angst, fluffy end because im a sap, fem reader, reader gives birth to a child, reunions
Word count: 4.5k+
Notes: im sorry this took so long lol, but part 4 is finally here!!
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A few months passed as you settled back into your routine at home. Eventually, with the noticeable changes in your body, it dawned on you that you were with child—his child, your lover from the other side of the mirror whom you could no longer reach.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turn into months. You had adapted to the trials and tribulations of parenthood. Juggling the responsibilities of work, childcare, and household chores was no easy feat, but you found solace in the small moments of your child's growth and development.
Your child was a true joy to behold, a mirror image of their father in many ways, and you often see the ghost of your past lover in them. Having inherited his magic, your child experimented with their powers, leaving you to support them with what limited knowledge of magic that remained from your NRC days.
On one such experiment, your environment started to shift as a wave of magical energy engulfed you. When you opened your eyes again, he was there, right in front of you—
Shizuka (靜菓) with 静 meaning "quiet, still, calm" and 菓 meaning "confectionery, sweets, pastry"
your daughter had silky green hair the colour of fresh matcha and golden yellow eyes that were reminiscent of fresh honey
you named your daughter after her father's dislike of noise and his culinary abilities that never failed to amaze the whole of Heartslabyul
she's rather a quiet child, not very loud but too quiet either
she gets along with other kids perfectly fine, and she doesn't mind sharing or taking a step back at all, always choosing to go with the flow and not get worked up over small things
honestly she's really a mature kid
also just really good at being a peacekeeper and stopping other kids from getting into big fights
buut she does have a mischievous side and may tease her friends when she's in the mood to
at home, she's pretty obedient and will listen to you, but there are moments when she sneaks around
loves helping you with cooking, and her eyes sparkle when she's baking with you
she loves sweets and desserts, but thanks to your warnings about her dental health, she does stop herself from eating too much sugar
is slightly freaked out about cavities so don't you worry, she'll never need any reminding about brushing her teeth or late night snacks
when it comes to school, she doesn't put in too much effort, but you can tell she'd be excellent if she cared more about her grades
which is clearly shown when fixates on learning magic, always so focused that you'll have to call her twice before she snaps out of her trance
you can't blame her for giving it her all though, after all, you've never seen her more excited than when you told her how amazing a person her father is, calm and soothing like a gentle summer rain
once she puts her heart to it, there's really no stopping her
so on another normal evening, as you were cooking dinner while she was studying on the kitchen counter, you found yourself enveloped by a soft light
when you open your eyes, you find yourself standing outside a charming bakery, the fragrance of roses engulfing your senses
and peering through the bakery windows, was the man you had yearned for all these years
It was just a normal day of running the bakery for Trey. With the sun on the verge of setting, he began preparations for closing, when the soft chime of the bell announced a new customer's arrival. He turned around, catching sight of you. His eyes widened in surprise, mirroring the disbelief in your own.
Before words could be exchanged, Trey rushed past the counter. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you as he pulled you close. The years melted away, and the two of you were transported back to a time when you always had each other.
"Is this real?" he wondered aloud, your hearts pounding in sync.
You nodded into his shoulder, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. He pulled back slightly, brushing away your tears as his gaze softened, a warm smile gracing his lips.
"It's been a long time," he whispered. "I missed you so much."
he's just holding you tight, crying as he thanks the heavens for being so lucky to have you in his life again
trey returned to his hometown after graduation, helping out and eventually inheriting the family bakery
he loved incorporating your favourite foods into the store's selection, adding some new desserts from your world that you taught him, and always reminiscing on those tender moments when it was just the two of you in the kitchen
he always knew you had to go home eventually, but that didn't stop him from wishing you could be his life-long partner, supporting each other through thick and thin
so he's beyond grateful and excited to know you and his daughter(?!) shared the feelings even though you were apart
he's rather surprised about said daughter, but there would be no denying how similar they looked
shizuka is a bit nervous, tugging your skirt as she stares curiously at her supposed father
but Trey very quickly makes her feel at home, his warm smiles and even warmer hugs melting away all her nervousness!
he closes the bakery for a few days to help the two of you settle down a bit
this involves reunions with friends and of course, the clover family, who welcome you and their granddaughter with open arms
the clovers are just really really glad their son finally has someone in his life and that he seems a lot more energised now
Shizuka is very quickly introduced to uncle riddle!! who is very surprised but delighted by the behaving little girl who seems to stick to him a lot
uncle deuce and ace also get along with her wonderfully!! especially when Shizuka wants to play around with riddle for a bit hahaha
don't forget uncle cater who flies instantly to meet his new adorable niece and show her off on magicam!!
the three of you settle into a nice rhythm and you help out trey at the bakery now
Trey is very very affectionate with you always, pecking you on the cheek or nuzzling into your neck any chance he can get
Shizuka loves helping out whenever she can too!! she loves learning from her papa and sometimes will just spend hours watching him work
all in all, a blissful, simple family that Trey had always dreamed of, but never would he have believed he was so blessed to have the two of you come back to him
Trey gazed at the young girl, her silky green hair catching the light in a way that seemed surreal. With a heart full of emotions, he approached her hesitantly, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
"Shizuka, was it?" he spoke softly, the name lingering on his lips like a prayer. "It's so nice to meet you."
Shizuka's gaze flickered from Trey to you, seeking reassurance. With a gentle nod from you, she turned her attention back to him, her eyes studying him intently.
Trey knelt to her level, his heart racing. "I know this might be a lot to take in, but I'm your father."
She took a small step forward, cautious but curious. Trey extended his hand tentatively, offering a warm smile. Without a word, Shizuka reached out, placing her small hand in his.
A soft smile graced her lips, mirroring the warmth reflected in Trey's eyes. With a tentative but genuine embrace, Trey enveloped his daughter in his arms, tears cascading down his cheeks. Shizuka, feeling the sincerity in his embrace, wrapped her arms around him as well, a sense of belonging beginning to bloom within her.
Kenji (賢至) with 賢 meaning "intelligence, wisdom, cleverness" and 至 meaning "to arrive at, to reach, to come to"
Kenji (賢至) with 賢 meaning "intelligence, wisdom, cleverness" and 至 meaning "to arrive at, to reach, to come to"
your son had the softest hair the colour of wheat, and blue eyes that reminded you of cloudy skies
you named your son after how clever his father was, and his endless determination to reach his goals
he's a really sweet kid, always eager to help around and even others when he notices they're in need
you've heard about the many experiences his father had when he grew up, so you've tried your hardest to make sure Kenji wouldn't have to go through them, knowing it's what your hyena would've wanted
but even then, he's never complained about not having enough, there's a subtle wisdom to him that really mirrors his father
though he differs from him in that he's always willing to share, because he knows not everyone can be so lucky
he may not be too good at haggling prices, but his puppy dog eyes work just as well!
he loves doing chores with you, always smiling and laughing that familiar laugh as he helps you sweep the floor while he tells you about his day
he loves cuddles and kisses!!! his favourite part of the day is climbing into your warm bed to wrap his arms around you, asking you for a goodnight kiss and sometimes even bedtime stories
his ears and tails are a bit of a problem, so you keep his hair a bit long to hide the ears, or just say they're fun accessories
you've told him how his father's determination to support his family and community shined through even in unfortunate circumstances, the resourceful and intelligent man he became and you fell in love with
his blue-grey eyes almost resembled a clear sky when he listened to you, asking you more and more questions about this amazing person
he'll try learning more to be like him, but his kind nature stops him from being too schemey
he's not exactly academic weapon material, but he's pretty quick at absorbing information and putting it into practice
and with lots of determination and practice, he somehow manages to manifest the very thing the two of you wanted, and before your eyes was the man who never failed to make you laugh with him
As Ruggie's eyes adjusted, your figure slowly came into focus, revealing the very person who took his heart with them. "Prefect...?" He whispered, his voice a mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy.
His usually carefree expression shifted to one of disbelief, and then a bittersweet smile spread across his face as the tears welled up in his eyes. Without a second thought, he rushed towards you, sweeping you into a tight embrace.
"You're here... You're really here, right?" Ruggie mumbled, his voice choked with emotion.
You nodded furiously, comfort washing over you at his touch. "Yes, Ruggie, it's real. I'm really here."
His hand reached up to thread his fingers through your hair, cupping the back of your head. "I'm so glad... So, so glad..."
he's holding onto you as tightly as he can, so afraid that you'd disappear into the light if he let you loose for even a bit
after graduation, Ruggie followed leona to become his official attendant, what with him knowing how leona likes to get things done, and his ability to pick up etiquette cues
he's also a great information gatherer, so he's perfectly able to assist leona with his foreign affairs
it's leona's voice that finally breaks the two of you out of your trance, him rushing over to investigate that weird light
the two of you pull back and you almost wouldn't notice it, but leona's smile has softened a bit from the image you had in your memory
Ruggie never expected himself to be a father, and things are going a bit faster than he'd like, but there's no denying he's absolutely grateful to have you and your kid at his side
almost immediately the next day, he takes you back to his hometown so you and Kenji can meet grandma and the neighbourhood
grandma bucchi welcomes the two of you so warmly, she even gets a little teary eyed when she sees Kenji, with him looking so similar to the very hyena she raised
leona and Ruggie delegate a room for you in the side palace, where they also live, so you'll be able to see familiar faces often
Kenji loves following his father around, picking up his mannerisms and wanting to learn more about being more schemey
Ruggie's a bit conflicted his angel of a son wants to learn his ways but even he can't deny those puppy dog eyes
uncle leona and guard jack also love spending time with him! though one of them pretends it's annoying
leona shows him magic tricks and jack will teach him how to fight! he'll be getting great lessons all around
Kenji is very eager to learn more and explore this world, so sometimes you'll have to hold him back a bit just in case he gets hurt
but you suppose with the splendid man his father is, you don't have to worry too much
Ruggie's schedule can be a bit hectic and he pulls a lot of late nights, but he always tries to make time for his family
they're the most precious thing to him in the entire world, did you think he'd let them go that easily?
"Dad!" Kenji exclaimed, darting over to grasp at the fabric of Ruggie's pants. "You're my dad, right?"
Ruggie blinked in disbelief, shifting his gaze towards you. "Is... Is he?" he asked, hope saturating his voice.
You affirmed with a nod, and Ruggie redirected his attention to Kenji. "Yeah... I'm your dad..."
Instantly, Kenji wrapped his arms around Ruggie's legs. "Yay! I've always wanted to meet you, Dad!"
Ruggie couldn't help but marvel in awe at the bundle of joy now clinging to his legs, realizing that this spirited kid was the product of your love.
Ayaka (斐佳) with 斐 meaning "elegance, beauty, grace" and 華 meaning "flower, splendour, brilliance"
Ayato (斐斗) with 斐 meaning "elegance, beauty, grace" and 杜 meaning "forest, grove, woods"
maybe a part of you should have expected it, with how unpredictable your beloved hunter always has been, but you ended up having to raise twins
the two had luscious golden locks that rivalled sunlight and sharp green eyes akin to the forests in the summer
you named the two of them after their father's love for all things beauty and his love for forests and nature
the two are well-behaved children, though they can be surprisingly sneaky and mischievous
Ayaka is more outgoing and is always fascinated by the pretty things in her vicinity
while Ayato is more introverted and quiet, often silently following his younger sister and nodding along to her ramblings
he definitely appreciates beauty, but he's less vocal about it
and whereas Ayaka is more fascinated by gems and cute plushies, Ayato is more interested in nature, finding beauty in the moss, the trees and the insects
the siblings are just really really curious about the world and they love observing the little details, from catching beetles to keep as pets, to planting flowers they found on a hike
they really do reflect your hunter's wide range of appreciation
the twins love sticking to each other and they're rarely arguing
though they do fight a bit over who helped you more with chores or who you love more
they're very helpful and efficient, and though they may complain about not wanting to work because the other twin is lazing, they'll still get the job done
they love watching tv shows and dramas, often acting out scenes in the shows or in fairytales
and oh the way their eyes sparkled when you told the fascinating man their father was, a man who could control his own heartbeat, keep track of time so accurately, and with such incredible eyesight, who devoted himself to spreading joy and beauty
almost immediately they doubled their efforts in studying, wanting desperately to meet the man to learn his ways and see for themselves just how interesting he is
and just like that, the dazzling light gradually subsided, unveiling a world that you thought only existed in your dreams
you remember the villa, it's where he took you on vacation for the first, and supposedly last time
You hesitantly knocked on the weathered wooden door of the villa, the echoes of your anticipation mingling with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. As the door creaked open, memories flooded back to the first time you entered this place with the man who had captured your heart.
Rook's usual stoic expression shifted, replaced by a mix of surprise and unspoken emotions. "Mon amour... You're really here," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper that hung in the air. Without uttering a single word, he enfolded you in an embrace, as though afraid you might slip away like a fleeting dream.
"I missed you so much," you whispered back the tears flowing freely now that you've felt as you savour the warmth of his touch and the comforting scent of his cologne.
He pulled back, soft brushes of his fingers wiping your tears, his eyes lingering on your face as if trying to capture the essence of the time that had passed. "I missed you too, so dearly..." he admitted as tears threatened to spill from his eyes, a rare vulnerability in his gaze.
this was the most emotion you'd seen from him, even when you said goodbye he kept a smile on his face
he's holding you so delicately, as if you were going to fade away if he applied just a bit more pressure
he's surprised by the children, but he instantly warms up to the idea!
he's remained a pursuer of beauty even after graduation, sponsoring artists while he makes a living through hunting and his film critique
he was taking a break in the family villa for old times sake, but it's almost as if the universe planned it all along
he's very affectionate with you, even more so than before, which you didn't even know was possible
always a warm hand on your waist, an occasional peck on your cheek, and every once in a while he'll feel the urge to pull you in for a hug
he tries to do everything for you so you don't even have to lift a finger, breakfast in bed, waking the children, even cooking and cleaning
he loves spending time with the twins!! teaching the two of them how to hunt and explore the forest safely
he'll show them pretty plants, and interesting fungi, all while explaining what properties they might have and whether or not they're poisonous
the twins are so fascinated by everything, their excitement and energy are seemingly endless
and who's a father to deny his children? he spoils them rotten
he also loves showing the kids a certain idol he's supported...
as well as films of vil!! occasionally talking over the movie to express how perfect a scene is or how flawless his acting is
and when the twins get to meet the vil schoenheit, they're beyond thrilled
asking questions, throwing compliments, all directed towards vil, but they're quiet the moment he tells them to shush
uncle vil loves talking to his niece and nephew, but only when they're... calm
uncle epel also loves popping by and giving the twins some apples so they'll get proper nutrition!
really, you'll have to step in to prevent your kids from being spoiled rotten
but you'll indulge Rook for a while, he's just blissfully happy with his family after all
"Are these...?" he began, his voice trailing off as he looked at the children with a mix of awe and wonder.
"Ours," you answered, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you delicately wiped away the tears that had welled up in your eyes. "Meet Ayato and Ayaka."
The hunter knelt down to their eye level, his usual face softening into a loving. "Ayato, Ayaka," he said, his voice gentle, "It's so nice to meet you. I'm your father."
The children exchanged glances before Ayaka stepped forward. "Hello father!" she exclaimed, throwing her tiny arms around him.
Ayato, the quieter one, followed suit with a nod, a shy smile on his face.
The hunter embraced them both, a warmth in his eyes that spoke volumes. "Such angels... Mon amour what a blessing you've granted me...," he sighed as he held them close.
Atsuki (惇貴) with 惇 meaning "sincerity, loyalty" and 貴 meaning "precious, valuable, honourable"
your son had curly hair with the softest shade of light green, and piercing golden eyes with slits that reminded you of reptiles
you named your son after the chivalrous values his father had devoted his life to
he's a rather loud and excitable child, always forgetting to control his volume when he gets too emotional
doesn't really get along with other kids, but it doesn't affect him much, he's just happy to have his mama with him
if he's done something wrong, you don't even need to yell at him really, most of the time he's already holding back tears at the thought of disappointing you
very into sports and is also really good at several sports, he's earned a couple of medals and trophies already
he's not the best at magic, and you're also not too sure how his dark fae blood affects that, but he's still pretty good at making progress
he really is just a good kid who tries hard at everything and tries to make the right decisions, but he's quick to get disappointed when things don't go his way, and suddenly you're faced with a very familiar and endearing puppy dog face
so a lot of times, you'll just have to pull him in a hug, and remind him things almost never go the way we plan, and it's okay to accept defeat and learn from it
but there's nothing he's more motivated about than learning more about his dad, who in his mind, is an honourable, talented knight straight from the fairytales who devotes his life to protecting the people important to him
so much so, that you'll find him swinging around the toy sword you got him for training
he'll also start putting even more effort into learning magic, wanting to connect to his amazing papa in a way
and then on one night, you're not sure what triggered it, but he's incredibly emotional and crying about how he can't help you and you're always taking care of him and he just wants to have his dad in his life and it's all so unfair why his mama is alone and-
he starts emitting bright light, so bright you can't keep your eyes open, but you reach to hold him in your arms
when you no longer feel the bright light, you tentatively open your eyes, only to find yourself standing in the dark, spacious throne room of Briar Valley
and standing there, right next to the throne, was your knight in shining armour
Standing next to the grand throne, was your knight in shining armour, Sebek. He, along with Silver, stood in positions of defence, but the moment his eyes met yours, the mask of composure crumbled, and he rushed toward you with an urgency that mirrored the longing that had lingered in his heart during your separation.
He enveloped you in a fierce embrace, his arms securing you but also gentle to not hurt you with his armour.
"I thought... I thought I lost you," Sebek's voice was a shaky whisper against your ear, his grip on you tightening as if trying to confirm that you were indeed real.
"I'm here, Sebek. I found my way back," you reassured him, feeling the softness of his hair against your cheek.
"I never thought I'd see you again," he admitted, his words a whispered admission of the fears he had harboured, pressing his forehead gently to yours.
he's a mess the instant he sees you, and he melts completely when you're finally in his arms
malleus and silver are also immensely happy that you're back, calling lilia to join the family reunion
Sebek's pretty overwhelmed with your presence on its own, so silver and lilia have given him a gentle push to actually function and introduce himself to Atsuki
he's grown to be less awkward with his affection, and particularly with how long you've been away, he doesn't hold back too much
his hands are always inching closer to touch you, his forehead resting on your shoulder every once in a while, it's all really endearing
but his parenting style is a bit awkward
Atsuki really admires him, but that also makes him ever so slightly afraid of him
meanwhile, Sebek is nervous because he doesn't want to do anything that ruins the image of a perfect knight for his son
so they're a bit awkward, but with you as the middle person they can get along pretty well!
they bond over training, with Sebek teaching him sword fighting (with you reminding him not to push him too hard)
Atsuki also really enjoys sparing with uncle silver, who always lets him him, but Atsuki just wants him to fight for real, so it's just silver being "this is real??"
uncle malleus taking him out for gargoyle studies (Sebek is jealous lmao)
and of course, uncle lilia who cooks extremely nutritious meals that always end with Atsuki puppy dog eying you to save him
sebek's family is also very very happy to have you two!!
grandpa baul grumbles around a lot, but he keeps note of Atsuki's favourite foods to prepare them when he visits
also comments on his sword fighting and stance when he feels like it
mom and dad also adore you guys!! mrs. zigvolt loves giving you gifts and talking about sebek when he was younger haha
all in all, sebek's so incredibly grateful you could come back to him, and though he's still awkward with his affection sometimes, he'll never stop trying his best to love the both of you
Atsuki's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his father, the mythical figure he had only heard tales of until now.
Sebek's gaze shifted from you to Atsuki, and his breath caught. His eyes softened as he knelt down to be at eye level with the child who was undeniably his son. "Hello," he said, his voice trembling with a mix of joy and uncertainty. "I... I'm your father."
Atsuki's eyes flickered with a mixture of awe and excitement. "Papa?" he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sebek nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to gently cup Atsuki's face. "Yes, little one. I'm your papa."
The room seemed to hold its breath as father and son locked eyes for the first time. Atsuki, still processing the enormity of the moment, broke into a wide, joyful smile. "Papa!" he exclaimed, launching himself into Sebek's arms.
Sebek, overwhelmed with emotion, held Atsuki close, a mix of laughter and tears escaping him. "I've missed so much, haven't I?" he murmured, his heart swelling with love for the son he never imagined to exist.
Synopsis: You shared a night of passion with your lover before you left for the other side of the mirror, but fate's cruel hands strike once again as you realise you have to raise his child alone in your original world. Thankfully, your child is incredibly drawn to magic, and they opened a portal...?
Tags: slight angst, fluffy end because im a sap, fem reader, reader gives birth to a child, reunions, bot proofread
Word count: 4.1k+
Notes: same as the last two, all the name ideas are in japanese. if it makes you uncomfortable, you can imagine that reader is japanese
also wow classical music makes me so inspired i wrote so much
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A few months passed as you settled back into your routine at home. Eventually, with the noticeable changes in your body, it dawned on you that you were with child—his child, your lover from the other side of the mirror whom you could no longer reach.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turn into months. You had adapted to the trials and tribulations of parenthood. Juggling the responsibilities of work, childcare, and household chores was no easy feat, but you found solace in the small moments of your child's growth and development.
Your child was a true joy to behold, a mirror image of their father in many ways, and you often see the ghost of your past lover in them. Having inherited his magic, your child experimented with their powers, leaving you to support them with what limited knowledge of magic that remained from your NRC days.
On one such experiment, your environment started to shift as a wave of magical energy engulfed you. When you opened your eyes again, he was there, right in front of you—
Miharu (翠晴) with 翠 meaning "green, emerald, jade" and 晴 meaning "clear, fine, serene"
your daughter has straight teal hair and slightly angular eyes that are a complete replica of her father's
the name you chose for her has a strong connection to jade, also representing the peacefulness you found in Jade's presence
she's a quiet child who always has this calm smile on her face
she's loves being independent and hates asking other people for help
there are some times when you have to hold her and tell her "hey, you can rely more on your mother you know?"
she doesn't look like she wants physical affection, but when she's accomplished something, you'll notice her staring at you in anticipation
when you reach your hand over to pat her head for a job well done, she smiles so contentedly and just melts at your affection
loves playing around with plants and fungi, and thankfully she's quite good at managing them, so sometimes you can save money on groceries
loves swimming in the ocean, but much prefers clinging onto you in the water
will turn to her eel form if in bodies of water for too long, so you're careful about what times or places have fewer people
incredibly intelligent and good at quick thinking, always curious to learn more about fungi, magic, etc.
seemingly calm when you told her about her intelligent and sly father, but soon after learning about him, she'll ask questions about him a lot and start practising magic more
and when she finally accomplishes teleporting you two to him, you're in a pantry that smells of fresh tea leaves, and he's looking as elegant and charming as ever as he pours water into the teapot, his hair is sleeked back and the grace exudes just puts you in a trance
Jade's eyes widen as he beheld a sight that only seemed possible in his wildest dreams. There, standing before him, was the person he had loved so deeply and had thought lost forever.
"My love... is it really you?" Jade whispers, his voice quivering with a mix of disbelief and hope. His heart thuds in his chest, the sound reverberating through his entire being.
Tears glisten in the corners of his eyes as he closes the distance between you, his steps quickening with a sense of urgency. He envelops you in a tight embrace, his arms holding you firmly, afraid you might disappear once more. "Oh my pearl, how I longed to turn back time and not have let you go, to have kept you here with me," he whispers hoarsely, his voice trembling with a mixture of joy and sadness.
Jade is showing more emotion than you've ever seen and you're both crying and holding each other tightly
eventually, floyd barges in to tell Jade azul's complaint about how long he's taken to make the long-forgotten tea
when floyd sees you, he immediately tries to come over and squeeze you
but Jade is having his moment so he lifts you and keeps you away from floyd's grasp
pouting, instead floyd diverts his attention to Miharu, who's just curiously staring at him
eventually eventually azul shows up to see why everyone has disappeared and he's incredibly surprised to see you two
he complains that Jade will be busy for a while then, but you can see his eyes are teary and there's a soft smile on his face
for quite some time, Jade is incredibly alert when it comes to you, always paying attention to your needs, your feelings, and if you get up in the middle of the night for a bathroom break, he wakes up with you and waits outside the door until he can hold you again, and then he'll carry you back to bed
he didn't realise how important you had meant to him until you were gone, how lost and empty he felt, so best beware, he's never letting you go again
oh he's so cute with Miharu!!! building terrariums together and comparing notes and cooking mushroom meals together
father-daughter swimming sessions!!! sometimes floyd and azul join
definitely pranks azul as a trio, but azul can't get mad at her hahaha
you can tell Miharu is so enthusiastic about spending time with uncle floyd
Jade cries crocodile tears that his dearest daughter prefers his brother over him
and Miharu just tells him "well you belong to mommy, so i'll have uncle floyd"
the twin eels can't say they're unhappy with that arrangement, now can they
and don't forget mama and papa leech! they love spoiling Miharu with trinkets and treasures they find!
Jade's smiling genuinely more than ever, and you can't believe how lucky you are to have both him and Miharu in your arms
You direct your eyes towards Miharu, and his gaze follows yours, a tender smile tugging at the corners of Jade's lips. "And this... is she our child?" he asked, his voice filled with awe. He crouched down, his hands gently cupping her face, his fingertips tracing the familiar features.
"I'm so sorry," Jade confessed, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I've been such a terrible father, I've missed out on so much of your life,"
Miharu's hand instinctively rises to meet his, her small palm finding solace against his cheek. A gentle reassurance emanates from her touch, and her voice, soft yet resolute, pierces through his self-doubt. "It's okay, daddy," she murmurs. "It's not your fault.
Without hesitation, he pulls her into a warm and encompassing embrace, enfolding her in his arms as if shielding her from the world. "Oh, my darling, you are such an angel," Jade whispers against her ear.
Hidaka (陽夏) with 陽 meaning "sun, sunlight, positive" and 夏 meaning "summer"
your son has spiky white hair, glowing tan skin, and ruby-like eyes that often sparkle with joy
you named your son after his father's sunny disposition, and the warmth in scarabia that you look back on fondly in your memories with him
hoo boy you got yourself a piece of bouncing sunshine
he's so bright and happy and warm and there's always a wide smile on his face that makes anyone who sees it feel re-energised
will often do things on impulse out of pure curiosity, but if you tell him off he's immediately apologising and hoping you're not mad at him
snuggles so much!! the first thing he does when he sees you is run up and jump into your arms
he's always willing to share what he has with others, and is friendly with everyone
though he has a big appetite, he's not picky about food and will happily eat anything you give him
he's not the smartest and is rather oblivious much like his father, but he makes up for it with how passionate and motivated he can be
but when he's determined, he can be surprisingly smart
when he heard about the kind and brave man his father was, he was visibly shaking in excitement, firing question after question
and before long, his determination to reunite his family brought the two of you into a dim room lit by a single nightside lantern
Kalim sat at the bed clutching a turban you had gifted him, his face has matured and lost most of its baby fat
Kalim's lips are parted, his breath catching in his throat as he sits there, rooted to the spot. "This... this can't be real," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper, as he takes a tentative step forward, his heart pounding loudly.
His feet move as if guided by unseen forces. His eyes fixate on your face, searching for any sign that this is not a figment of his imagination. A fragile smile begins to form on his lips, the corners of his mouth quivering with a mix of disbelief and joy.
His steps quicken, echoing through the room, each one carrying him closer to the person he thought he had lost forever. And then, in a burst of exhilaration, he is by your side, his arms encircling you with a strength born from the depths of his soul.
"It's you," Kalim gasps, his voice filled with raw emotion. His grip tightens, his embrace both gentle and fervent as he twirls you around in the air, a whirlwind of emotions propelling him forward. Laughter escapes his lips, an expression of pure elation and gratitude. "Thank the heavens you're back! I never thought I'd see you again!"
oh he's crying waterfalls nonstop, you and Hidaka try to comfort him and wipe his tears but he only cries harder at your touch
at this point, jamil bursts into the room,
alert and thoroughly confused why Kalim is crying in the middle of the night
though when he sees you, his expression visibly softens and after asking a few questions to confirm your identity, he genuinely welcomes you back
his reaction to Hidaka is "oh no another one" but with the way he lifts him into the air and the teasing smile on his face you can tell he's not completely serious
after graduation, Kalim worked hard to inherit the Asim family business and has grown to become a successful businessman who cares for his workers and people
jamil willingly offers to take over Kalim's role for a while so that he can spend time catching up with you two, and it's clear from their exchange their relationship has improved a lot
Kalim, despite having seemingly matured, clings onto you like a child and you feel things haven't changed much at all
as the heir, he has been pressured to get married, but it didn't feel right for him when he still longed for you
so he's incredibly glad you can now permanently be the person who stays by his side, showing his affection by showering you with gifts and snuggling with you any chance he gets
he's great with Hidaka too! they're both super energetic and curious though, so occasionally jamil or you have to step in and be the reasonable person
so many impromptu trips on the magic carpet with the three of you just exploring places and going wherever you want!
he's also very very cautious about your security, all of a sudden he has a wife and a healthy heir, so undoubtedly there are some eyes turned to you
but Kalim has grown stronger and wiser to be able to protect what he cherishes, so he's not letting any harm come your way
Kalim gently pulls back, his eyes flickering between you and the little boy who bore an undeniable resemblance to him. "You've brought us such an incredible gift," he whispers, his voice tinged with awe. "A child, our child. I can't believe it..." His voice trails off, trailing into a breathless hush as he tries to comprehend everything.
Bending down gracefully, Kalim positions himself at eye level with Hidaka. "Hello there, little one," he murmurs, his words floating on a cloud of softness. "I'm Kalim, your...dad." The weight of the word lingers on his tongue.
Hidaka's face lights up like a radiant sun, a beacon of pure joy. Without hesitation, he lunges forward, embracing Kalim in a tight hug. Laughter bubbles up from within him, filling the air with a melodic symphony. "My daddy!" he exclaims, his voice a chorus of excitement. "I've always wanted to meet you!"
Kalim's tears fall freely once again as he wraps his arms around Hidaka, holding him close.
Honoka (火華) with 火 meaning "fire" and 華 meaning "flower, splendour, brilliance"
your daughter had bright yellow eyes that seemed to shine in the dark, and seemingly normal curly blue hair, until it would act in a similar way to Idia's hair when she became emotional
you named your daughter after her father's fiery hair, his inner brilliance and potential, and of course, the idea of a flower blooming in the underworld (Persephone vibes hehe)
she's the child who's quiet and introverted on the outside, but has so much to say when she's alone with you
most of the time she's generally soft-spoken, mumbling and acting shy with strangers
but oh wait? there's a pop-up arcade of her favourite show??? gremlin child activated
ridiculously good at games, even if she just learnt the rules, it's very like she'll end up being the winner
you used to spend a lot of time styling her hair, but there were too many instances where soon after finishing styling, her emotions became too unstable and her hair turned into flames
still braidable, just not explainable to strangers
she's kinda like a cat in the sense that she'll act like she doesn't care or not want your touch, but when you pat her head or brush her hair, she just sits still and beams at your affection
definitely clings onto you when there are too many strangers and she's scared
ridiculously smart and good at math and technology, and she had no issues learning magical theory from you
when you told her about the brilliant but shy man her father was, she was dying to meet him when he sounded so similar to her
and after running some tests and calculations, she connected her magic to Idia and the next moment you know, you were in the Styx science lab, with Idia, his hair tied up, his eyebags worse than ever, standing right in front of you
Idia's heart skips a beat as he catches sight of your figure emerging from the radiant light, a surreal moment that defies all expectations. "OMG, it actually worked..." he exclaims, dropping his tablet to the floor, forgotten in his rush towards you.
With each stride, the weight of years apart seems to evaporate, replaced by a resplendent glimmer of hope that grows brighter with every passing moment. His palms grow clammy, but undeterred, he continues his determined approach, craving the warmth of your presence.
He finds himself standing in front of you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The room seems to shrink, narrowing down to just the three of them, the air heavy with anticipation.
Idia's voice quivers, his words delicate as they tremble in the air, like a fragile melody woven with threads of longing and regret. "I...I can't believe it's really you. I've missed you so damn much." His voice cracks with emotion, his vulnerability laid bare as he reached out to hold you.
Idia's crying and Ortho's right next time him congratulating his success, though there's a loving and emotional tone to his robotic voice
he's holding you so tightly and crying and he just melts into your arms and warmth
soon after graduation, Idia began working more and more at styx to inherit the family business
but a side project of his for the longest time was opening a portal where you could go back and forth between two worlds
and miraculously, his system connected with Honoka's magic and you were back!
idia's incredibly nervous and surprised he has a daughter, and he has a mild panic attack before he's a bit more calmed down with your and Ortho's help
but once things have settled down a bit, you'll start living comfortably with your family in styx
though idia may be busy at times, he always has ortho with you or some cameras near you so you won't suddenly disappear on him
you're basically irreversibly a part of the shroud family now, and in his mind, you really didn't get to choose
his anxiety about you leaving keeps him up at night, but when he wakes up from nightmares and you're the first thing he sees, he slowly calms down and curls his body into you to feel more of your warmth
gaming sessions with Honoka!! he introduces all sorts of his favourite games to her, though you make sure they're not too violent and inappropriate knowing him, and they bond over playing and introducing games to each other
family game nights with you four playing basically Mario party or co-op games!!
and though Idia's still working on breaking the family curse, even more motivated now because he doesn't want it affecting Honoka, he's so grateful fate has finally given him this happiness, to be able to live together as a family with his most cherished people
Trembling with a mix of excitement and trepidation, Idia knelt down to meet Honoka at eye level, his voice filled with a gentle warmth. "Hey there, kiddo. It's... it's really nice to finally meet you." His words carried a hint of awe, as if he couldn't quite believe that this precious little being was a part of him.
Honoka's eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and recognition, her small hand reaching out to touch his hair. She uttered her first words, a tender melody that danced in the air. "You have the same hair as me... Daddy?" she asked curiously.
Tears welled up in Idia's eyes as he comprehended her words, a tender smile graced his lips. His voice choked with love and gratitude. "Yeah kid, I'm your daddy." He pulls her into a hug, "Let's play lots of games together, yeah?"
Keitarou (蛍太郎) with 火 meaning "firefly" and 華 meaning "eldest son"
your son has black hair that fades at the tips to a blue reminiscent of the sky right before sunrise, and shimmering emerald eyes with a reptile-like slit in them
you named your son after the night you first met his father who manifested as fireflies, and a reference to the nickname you chose to call him
your son is very polite to strangers, but he struggles with getting along with his peers
he'd love to make friends, but his aura comes off as overwhelming to other people, so unfortunately he does feel a bit lonely
but he loves it when he's at home with you, when you shower all of your affection onto him and he feels so loved and cherished
he loves his mama so much he always wants to help you with chores and whatnot, but unfortunately he can be rather clumsy and oblivious which leads to more problems being made
but in those situations, you always show him the correct way of doing things, while also reassuring him it's okay he made mistakes, what's important is learning from them
super clingy and cuddly! sometimes he becomes territorial and his dragon tail appears and curls itself around your limbs
you have masterfully disguised his budding horns by wrapping his hair around them, explaining to others than he liked this Halloween costume so much he wanted it done everyday
being half fae, he's incredibly talented at magic and it really does come as second nature to him
when you told him about his charming yet fearsome father, he was really curious about this figure, but also a part of him wondered why his wonderful mama would choose someone like him?
well, mama seems to miss him a lot, and Keitarou loves nothing more than seeing you happy, and all of a sudden, you're standing in the throne room or the dark gothic castle, and right across the room was the King of Briar Valley, his expression stone cold and cautious until he met you eyes
Silver and Sebek, positioned in a defensive stance, braced themselves for whatever entity would emerge from the swirling portal. As the portal dissipated, revealing the figure within, Malleus gasped, his breath catching in his throat. A surge of emotions overwhelmed him, an electric current coursing through his veins.
His steps quickened, propelled by an overwhelming desire to bridge the chasm of time and distance that had separated you for far too long. The distance between you closed swiftly, his graceful stride carrying him closer to the embodiment of his deepest longing. The words that slipped from his lips were laden with a tenderness and longing that only you could evoke.
"My dearest Child of Man, is it truly you?" Malleus murmured, his voice a fragile whisper, as if afraid to shatter the fragile reality that had materialized before him. His outstretched hands trembled, yearning to cradle you once more, to feel the warmth of your presence.
A mixture of awe and reverence coated his words as he continued, his voice barely audible but drenched in profound emotion. "You came back. It's been so long, far too long..." His voice trailed off, swallowed by the weight of the years that had separated you.
he's so shaken the rain has cleared up to bring about a beautiful rainbow that hovered over the castle
silver and sebek go to get lilia, and it's a heartfelt family reunion
they've all seen how Malleus has returned back to his hollow shell of existence after you left, and they're so glad his eyes are glimmering with emotions once again
though some are more direct about it, and others felt the need to rant about how cruel it was to leave them (we love you sebek)
though he's been urged by his advisors to quickly marry and start producing an heir, he's adamantly refused because he firmly believed nobody would ever make him feel the same way you did
there are some advisors who are secretly unhappy with the fact that the queen is human and the new heir is half-human, but nobody would dare say a word when they see the Malleus Draconia act like an oversized puppy dog with his head in your lap
plus, Keitarou magical prowess and intelligence easily put them in their place
Malleus, with your return, has grown more openly dramatic and affectionate
for example, if you mention you like a certain flower, the next day the entire garden is replanted to that exact flower
do calm him down a bit so he won't be too extra with his love language
Keitarou and Malleus sort of have this rivalry between the two of them to get the most of your affections
but they do eventually reach a truce when they both agree you're the most important thing in the world
but you know, general lighthearted sabotage on both ends, Keitarou wants to sleep with his mama, so papa can sleep alone yeah?
no it ends up with the entire family sleeping together and you're sandwiched in the middle
well, at least it's a happy family of two possessive dragons and possibly a baby princess coming on the way?
Keitarou hid behind your legs, his small frame peeking out to catch glimpses of the man standing before you.
"Hm? Is he... our child?" His voice carried a soft tremor, as if he dared not let himself believe in the possibility. But your nod, filled with affirmation and a love that transcended time, set loose a cascade of emotions within him. A serene smile graced his features, radiating warmth and a profound sense of peace.
Malleus turned towards Keitarou, his eyes tender and gentle, a wellspring of paternal affection flowing freely. "Hello, young one," he began, his words carrying a weight of significance that only a father's voice could hold. "I am your father, and it is a pleasure to meet you."
Keitarou's wide eyes glistened with a mix of wonder and cautious hope as he listened to Malleus's gentle words. "Hello," he murmured, his voice filled with a blend of innocence and an innate longing for connection. "I... I'm Keitarou," he continued, his voice wavering slightly but growing stronger with each syllable. "It's... it's nice to meet you, Father."
Malleus's smile widened, mirroring the joy and relief that flooded his own heart. With open arms, he enveloped Keitarou in a warm embrace.
Synopsis: You shared a night of passion with your lover before you left for the other side of the mirror, but fate's cruel hands strike once again as you realise you have to raise his child alone in your original world. Thankfully, your child is incredibly drawn to magic, and they opened a portal...?
Tags: slight angst, fluffy end because im a sap, fem reader, reader gives birth to a child, reunions, bot proofread
Word count: 3.6k+
Notes: for cohesiveness sake, all the name ideas are in japanese. if it makes you uncomfortable, you can imagine that reader is japanese hehe
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A few months passed as you settled back into your routine at home. Eventually, with the noticeable changes in your body, it dawned on you that you were with child—his child, your lover from the other side of the mirror whom you could no longer reach.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turn into months. You had adapted to the trials and tribulations of parenthood. Juggling the responsibilities of work, childcare, and household chores was no easy feat, but you found solace in the small moments of your child's growth and development.
Your child was a true joy to behold, a mirror image of their father in many ways, and you often see the ghost of your past lover in them. Having inherited his magic, your child experimented with their powers, leaving you to support them with what limited knowledge of magic that remained from your NRC days.
On one such experiment, your environment started to shift as a wave of magical energy engulfed you. When you opened your eyes again, he was there, right in front of you—
Yoshikazu (義和) with 義 meaning "righteous" and 和 meaning "harmony, peace"
your son had straight strawberry-red hair and greyish-blue eyes that reminded you of the stormy skies
Riddle's strong belief in upholding the rules, as well as his desire for peace and order, made the name perfect for your boy
he strives for perfection in everything he does, and has a strong attention to detail and dislikes anything that falls short of his high standards
he is slightly shy with strangers, but he's always polite and tries to be helpful
he likes to act mature so you won’t have to worry too much about him, but he not so secretly craves your affection and praise
if you don’t give him a goodnight kiss, he’ll stare at you with puppy eyes thinking he did something wrong
under your guidance, he’s actually rather helpful in the kitchen, although he can easily get upset when he thinks he did a poor job or wasn’t precise enough
in those moments, you often show him that not everything has to be absolutely perfect
see? the strawberry tart still tastes delicious, right?
he’s also rather quick at learning, and when you’re unsure about the magic concepts or formulae in your foggy memory, let him work at it for a bit and somehow, boom, he’s solved it
he tries to hide it, but his eyes are sparkling with admiration when you told him about the dedicated and fair man Riddle is, and he really wants to meet him
and through his hard work, he teleports the two of you into a well-lit and organised office, with stacks of papers placed neatly on the desk
Riddle sits at the desk, his face more angular having lost his baby fat, but his gaze remained as intense as it always had
Riddle meticulously reviews a case file, his focus unwavering as he flips through the pages. Suddenly, a swirl of iridescent light materialises in the corner of the room, catching his attention. He pushes himself away from the desk, knocking his chair backwards with a thud as he stands up, watching in disbelief as you emerge from the ethereal portal, a small boy clinging onto you tightly.
"My Rose…is it...is it truly you?" Riddle's voice wavers with a combination of astonishment and longing. His stormy grey eyes lock onto your gaze, searching for confirmation that this was indeed real.
His heart swells with a surge of emotions, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He takes hesitant steps forward, closing the distance between you. As he reaches out a trembling hand, he hesitates for a fraction of a second before wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace, pulling you close.
"I've missed you so much," Riddle whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "I've yearned for this moment, to hold you again, to see your face."
after the heartfelt reunion, Riddle leaves work early and takes a holiday, something he has never done before for reasons other than sickness
he takes the two of you back to his house and you spend some time catching up
he’s become a successful lawyer, having deviated from the path his mother had intended for him
that, along with his refusal to be in an arranged marriage by her will, has him basically disowned
but he’s happy with where he is in life, only he wished to find a love as fulfilling as the one he had with you
now that you’re back, Riddle does everything he can to support you in adjusting to life back with him
he’s super expressive and affectionate and savours every moment he has with you
he does get a little jealous of Yoshikazu getting all your affection, and this has resulted in all three of you sleeping together cuddled up
Riddle tries to learn how to cook because he can’t be worse than his son right??
wrong
but the two of them do get along really well, Riddle loves reading bedtime stories to Yoshikazu, and Yoshikazu tries so hard to stay awake till the end
Yoshikazu also loves visiting uncle trey’s bakery!
eventually, he might try to reconcile with his mother and have her meet the two of you, but his priority is on the two of you
Riddle's eyes show a mix of emotions, a kaleidoscope of love, regret, and gratitude. He bends down, his hands trembling, to meet Yoshikazu's gaze. A cascade of emotions surges through him as he realises the precious bond he had unknowingly missed out on.
"My child," Riddle whispers, his voice filled with awe and wonder. "I never imagined..."
Yoshikazu reaches out a tiny hand, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Riddle's heart melts as he gingerly takes his hand, feeling an overwhelming wave of love and protectiveness.
"Father?" Yoshikazu's voice was a gentle whisper, filled with innocence and trust.
Riddle's eyes shimmer with tears that threaten to spill over. He carefully extends his hand, allowing his small fingers to intertwine with his own.
"Yes," Riddle replies, his voice overflowing with tenderness. "I am honoured to be your father. I will protect you, guide you, and cherish you always, my precious bud."
Koushi (功志) with 功 meaning "a success, a great achievement" and 志 meaning "purpose, will, determination, aspiration, ambition"
your son had sleek dark hair that reminded you of the night sky, and bright cyan eyes
Deuce placed great importance on personal growth and the pursuit of success, valuing hard work and the satisfaction that comes from achieving one's goals, so you implemented those values into your son's name
he takes his tasks and activities seriously and is motivated to excel in everything he does
but at the same time, he also struggles with being patient and occasionally becomes frustrated when things don't go his way
there are many times you’re trying to console him, and he’s just standing there, fists clenched and trying to hold back tears
when you rub the back of his head though, he melts and starts crying into your chest
he can be impulsive and mischievous, but once the high passes, he’s apologising and he really didn’t mean to hurt anyone or anything
just like his father, his favourite food is egg dishes, so it’s not difficult cooking for him
generally, he’s not picky and gobbles up anything you make him except vegetables
yeahh, the vegetables are going to need some convincing, and he’ll make a big show about how he hates the taste, but still reluctantly swallows his greens
he’s not the brightest, but he strives to be the best he can be, eagerly practising and studying magic concepts, though he faces some challenges in grasping complex concepts quickly
he became so curious when you told him how much his father valued hard work, asking question after question to learn more about him
and through trial and error, somehow, he managed to teleport you to a street of residential buildings, the fresh scent of roses filling your senses
and Deuce stood in shock in front of you, looking more mature and yet still possessing that dorky lovable presence
Deuce, donned in his crisp uniform, patrols the streets with a focused gaze. As he turns a corner, his eyes widen and his heart skips a beat. There, before him, stands the silhouette of a familiar figure, obscured by the shimmering waves of nostalgia, accompanied by a small boy.
"Prefect… I’m not dreaming, am I?" Deuce murmurs, his voice tinged with disbelief and a touch of vulnerability. His pulse quickens, and he takes a tentative step forward, his hands trembling with both trepidation and longing.
Tears well up in his eyes as you nod, a mixture of emotions playing across your face. The weight of your absence suddenly lifts, and without a second thought, Deuce closes the distance between you, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace.
"You're here. You're really here," Deuce whispers, his voice choked with emotion. He presses his forehead against yours, savouring the moment and the warmth of your presence.
once Deuce has calmed down, he takes you back to his house, where he lives with his mom to take care of her more
Deuce has become a successful police officer, and he’s decided to work in his hometown to keep the neighbourhood safe for his mom
after a quick introduction to Mrs. Spade, she’s very happy to meet you and her grandson
though she does glare at Deuce for a bit given you had to raise Koushi alone
she immediately starts gushing over Koushi and how similar he is to Deuce when he was a kid
Koushi is a little confused, but you can tell he loves listening to his grandmother and hearing about his father as an infant
Deuce can’t just leave his job whenever he wants to, but he dedicates all of his free time to the two of you
after work, he’ll take Koushi on runs, and sometimes they’ll pick a bouquet of wildflowers from a nearby field to give to you and Mrs. Spade
on weekends, you often go on family outings, like visiting the aquarium, camping, or visiting old friends!
uncle ace is Koushi’s favourite, teaching him magic tricks and telling him all the embarrassing things Deuce did back in NRC
and though Deuce had never prepared himself for parenting, he’s doing his best and making sure the two of you are happy, just like he is with the family all together
Deuce breaks the embrace and drops to one knee, his eyes meeting the Koushi's. A mixture of awe and tenderness dances in his gaze as he extends a hand toward the small boy. "Hey there, little guy. I'm your dad. My name's Deuce. What’s your name?" he asks, his voice gentle.
Koushi steps forward, hesitantly reaching out to grasp Deuce's hand. "Koushi," he answers meekly. A spark of connection passes between them, a shared understanding and an unspoken bond.
Tears stream down his cheeks as he continues, his voice filled with a mix of joy and remorse. "Koushi, I'm sorry it took me so long, to be the father you deserved. But from this moment on, I promise you, I'll be there for every step of your journey. We'll make up for lost time together, yeah?"
Akuru (渥瑠) with 渥 meaning "kindness, moisten" and 瑠 meaning "lapis lazuli"
your daughter had clear aquamarine eyes that reminded you of the sparkling ocean, and silver locks that curled naturally to frame her face
Azul had always adhered to the spirit of benevolence, so the name seemed perfect
she's quite a shy little girl, when she's in front of strangers, she'll ask you to carry her so she can hide her face in your neck
there's no way you can resist when she's staring at you with such bright eyes, her tiny arms reaching up for you to hold her
she's extremely greedy for affection just like Azul was once he let his guard down around you
she has the squishiest cheeks!!!
she also tends to observe and listen rather than being the centre of attention
but when she's alone with you, it's evident she inherited Azul's sharp intellect and has a natural aptitude for academics
you often told her about the brilliant man her father is, how hard he worked so he could become a version of himself he was proud of
the way her eyes sparkled when she heard about him reminded you of Azul's ambitious looks when he's making deals
incredibly talented at magic, she understood everything so quickly and it wasn't too long until you couldn't be much help to her anymore
but worry not, because she has brought the two of you back to your dearest lover by some accident in her experiments
Azul is sitting in a dimly lit office, his dark eye circles are evident, but he looked more beautiful than you had ever seen him
Azul sits at his desk fully engrossed in work, his quill gliding swiftly across the parchment. A sudden gust of magic sweeps through the air, causing Azul to stand in alarm, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger. But as the magical energy settles, his hand freezes mid-air, his eyes widening in disbelief as your figure emerges.
His breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. "It... can't be... Can it?", he whispers as he manoeuvres himself over to you, his legs trembling as if it was his first time on land.
You reach out to take his hand, your familiar warmth and presence casting away the doubt in him. His eyes well up with tears, and a radiant smile spreads across his face.
"Oh, Angelfish... You're here...", he cries as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping tightly around you.
he's so emotional he can't stop crying
it's to the point where his tears are slightly inky
he wishes he was in his merform so he could hug the two of you properly at the same time
it's at this point jade and floyd bust into the room to see the three of you huddled together on the floor
the two of them start teasing Azul for being a crybaby, but you can tell they're genuinely happy for him
Azul, as he had planned back in NRC, had conquered all forms of business, forming an incredibly successful corporation
now that he has the two of you back though, he immediately takes a break from work so he can make up for the time lost
Azul's a bit awkward, and he's so afraid you've found someone new or don't love him anymore
but with time, and plenty of your affection, he's loving and comfortable and completely at ease with you, just like the old days
he uses this break to spend time together with you two as a family, going on family outings, discovering hobbies, etc.
takes the two of you to the coral sea to meet mama ashengrotto
oh she loves you and can't stop spoiling Akuru
he makes a lot of effort to be present in Akuru's life, and he wants nothing more than for her to be happy
and fortunately, Akuru is very comfortable with Azul, though it takes time for her to trust him on the same level as you
but you've got all the time in the world to love and grow with your dear family now
bonus: uncle jade and uncle floyd who always bring out the ambitious side of Akuru!
Azul's breath catches in his throat as he looks down at the small girl peeking from behind your legs, his heart swelling with a love he had never thought possible. Akuru's innocent eyes meet his, mirroring his own shades of blue.
"Hello, Akuru," he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and awe. He crouches down to her level, his eyes locked with hers. "I... I'm your father. It’s nice to meet you."
Akuru's small hand reaches out, hesitantly brushing against his cheek. The touch sends shivers down Azul's spine, his heart bursting with overwhelming emotions. Tears spill freely down his cheeks as his arms wrap around her fragile frame.
"I've missed so much... I'm so sorry," Azul says, his voice laced with remorse. Akuru nestles closer, burying her face in the crook of Azul's neck, as if instinctively seeking solace in the embrace of her father. "Oh, I promise you, my dear, I will make up for lost time. I will protect you, love you, and be the father you deserve."
Misaki (望咲) with 望 meaning "ambition, hope, desire" and 咲 meaning "bloom, blossom, flourish"
your daughter had silky blonde, hair and violet eyes reminded you of the lavender plant Vil kept in his room
you knew through Vil's dedication towards beauty and his strictness that he values hard work and effort, and so you named your daughter hoping she would flourish in whatever ambitions she pursued
like her father, she carries herself with a certain regal air that’s beyond her age
she's incredibly strict with herself, though occasionally you'll have to tell her to relax a bit and be more carefree
she listens to you a lot though, she loves making her mommy proud!
and though she might put up a front and act confident with strangers, when she's alone with you, she's surprisingly docile and affectionate
she is enchanted by the media and drawn to acting, always reenacting scenes from movies or shows you watched with her
she asks for bedtime stories every night, but it’s more of the two of you doing a dramatic reading and playing around with character voices
she also loves to play around with different hairstyles and outfits, and even experimenting with your makeup
though she’s rather displeased with her lacklustre makeup skills, she loves it when you do her makeup for her, making her feel like a star
she’s incredibly smart and fast to pick up on the magical concepts, though she’s slower with practical magic
when you told her about the meticulous and dedicated man her father was, she was fascinated by how confident and strong he sounded
and with diligent practice, it isn’t long before she manages to teleport you to a well-lit room with a modern design
Vil is sitting on the couch studying his latest movie, his hair is in a messy bun and he is wearing glasses and he is the most beautiful person you have ever seen
As Vil stares at the television analysing his performance, the tranquillity of the moment is abruptly shattered by a sudden burst of light. His heart skips a beat as he turns towards the source, his eyes widening in disbelief. There, standing before him, is the person who had occupied his thoughts and dreams for the past years, with a sweet-looking child next to them.
"Is it really you, darling?" His voice trembles with a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming joy. He takes a hesitant step forward, his polished facade momentarily crumbling as he reaches out to confirm the reality of your presence.
Your eyes meet, and in that instant, a whirlwind of emotions surged through his being, threatening to overwhelm his senses. He swallows hard, trying to compose himself. "It's... it's been so long," Vil's voice cracks with raw emotion, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I've missed you every day, every moment."
Vil is the most emotional you’ve ever seen him, even when you had bid each other farewell at the mirror, he had been more composed
but here he’s completely vulnerable and crying tears of joy
once he’s calmed down a bit, he immediately calls his manager to reschedule whatever plans he had because of ‘family emergencies’
since you left, vil has been completely invested in his acting career and has landed a few roles as the main character, though some of them were still villainous
he’s super affectionate and relaxed with you, always instinctively reaching out for you to confirm you’re really there
and he’s super cute with Misaki!! Misaki always goes to him for makeup and styling her hair, but she likes going to you for brushing her hair when it’s tangled
mini drama sessions at home where it’s the three of you playing out scenes from a fairytale
vil is the ‘only the best for my princess’ type of father
he’s very careful with outings so the paparazzi or the media won't just sabotage your family dates, he’s determined to spend quality time with his two darlings
takes you to meet papa schoenheit, who adores you for making vil so happy, and absolutely spoils Misaki with clothes and accessories
you’ll have to be the strict parent to make sure she’s not too spoiled
not to mention uncle rook who absolutely worships the ground she walks on and cannot resist her requests
Vil's gaze flickers to the child standing beside you, her innocent eyes mirroring his own. A rush of emotions washes over him, as he finally comprehends the magnitude of the moment. His voice trembles with tenderness as he kneels down, extending a hand towards her. "Is this... our child?" His voice holds a hint of awe and wonder, his heart swelling with a newfound sense of purpose.
Misaki's eyes widen, taking a tentative step forward to try and comprehend this newfound connection. "Are you like the daddies in the shows that come back to the family?" she asks, her voice tinged with innocence and wonder.
A brief look of confusion flashes by, before a warm smile graces Vil's lips as he reaches out, gently brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Yes, darling," he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and determination. "I am here now, and I promise I'll never leave you. I will be there for you, guide you, and cherish every moment we share, just like the fathers in the shows."
Synopsis: You shared a night of passion with your lover before you left for the other side of the mirror, but fate's cruel hands strike once again as you realise you have to raise his child alone in your original world. Thankfully, your child is incredibly drawn to magic, and they opened a portal...?
Tags: slight angst, fluffy end because im a sap, fem reader, reader gives birth to a child, reunions, bot proofread
Word count: 2.4k+
Notes: uh i was practicing Japanese and researching Japanese names before writing this, so all my name ideas ended up in japanese? if it makes you uncomfortable, you can imagine that reader is japanese hehe
right in time for mother's day, so here's to a celebration of the motherly figures in our lives, blood related or not, for being there for us<3
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A few months passed as you settled back into your routine at home. Eventually, with the noticeable changes in your body, it dawned on you that you were with child—his child, your lover from the other side of the mirror whom you could no longer reach.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turn into months. You had adapted to the trials and tribulations of parenthood. Juggling the responsibilities of work, childcare, and household chores was no easy feat, but you found solace in the small moments of your child's growth and development.
Your child was a true joy to behold, a mirror image of their father in many ways, and you often see the ghost of your past lover in them. Having inherited his magic, your child experimented with their powers, leaving you to support them with what limited knowledge of magic that remained from your NRC days.
On one such experiment, your environment started to shift as a wave of magical energy engulfed you. When you opened your eyes again, he was there, right in front of you—
Hina (日来) with 日 meaning "sun, day" and 来 meaning "coming, future"
Leona reminded you of a shining sun that radiated warmth and light in your life, of how the it would surely shine again no matter how dark the night seemed, and so you named your daughter after that image
your daughter has the clearest emerald eyes and flowing dark brown locks that you often braided in a similar style to her father's
she's very energetic, always curious and asking questions, eager to learn more about the world around her
she's an obedient child, although she's eager to seek your affection and may whine a bit when things don't go her way
if there was one thing that was similar to the Leona you knew, it's that she's extremely clingy and constantly seeks physical affection, hugging your legs and asking for you to carry them any chance she has
and also the fact that she enjoyed her naps a bit too much
her lion ears are a bit of an issue in our world, but you often hide them with hoods, clever hair styling, or simply saying it's a costume
when you told her about the brilliant man her father is, she grew really excited about the possibility of meeting him, and started playing around with magic more to be like the intelligent mage he is
and then it happened, just an ordinary afternoon practicing magic had the two of you transported back to twisted wonderland, face to face to Leona
somehow, he had grown even more handsome in the years you hadn't seen him, but instead of his lazy smile, he looked confident and powerful, like the leader he was always meant to be
A sudden gust of magic swept through the air behind him as he raised his staff in response, only to immediately drop it in shock as your figure came into sight, and beside you, a small child that he had never seen before.
"Herbivore..." he whispered.
Without a second thought, Leona rushed towards you, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He felt a lump forming in his throat as he reached out to embrace you tightly.
"This better not be a dream," he murmured into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent. "It's really you."
after a tearful reunion and introduction, Leona quickly excuses himself from his duties with a quick meeting with Falena, and helps you and Hina settle into the palace
since you left, Leona's been working hard to do what he can do as per your promise with him
he's now in charge of foreign affairs and on better terms with his brother after much needed communication
he showers you in affection, he's even clingier than before that it almost starts a rivalry with your daughter
he puts in a lot of effort to spend time with Hina, learning her likes and dislikes and bonding over magic
uncle jack and ruggie are always fun to be around and play with her
though it wasn't his fault, leona feels guilty you had to bare the responsibility on your own for so long, and he puts in a lot of effort to make amends for any mistakes work to build a strong relationship with you two
he has a family now, and you're damn sure he'll protect it with his life
Leona looked down at Hina, feeling a sense of pride and wonder at the little girl standing before him. "Hey there," he said, his voice gentle. "Nice to meet ya, kiddo."
Hina stared at him, her eyes searching his face. "Are you my dad?" she asked, her voice small and uncertain.
Leona's heart ached at the question, knowing that he had missed so much of her life. "Yeah, I'm your dad," he said, reaching out to take her hand.
Hina looked at him for a moment before a smile spread across her face. "Can you show me magic?" she asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement.
Leona felt a sense of joy at her words, feeling a connection with her that he had never felt before. "Of course I can," he said, standing up and taking her hand. "What do you wanna see?"
Sakura (桜) meaning "cherry blossoms"
your daughter has sleek teal hair that reminds you of the sea, a single strand of dark hair, and mismatched eyes in the same manner as Floyd
Floyd had lovingly given you the nickname "Shrimpy", and it only felt right for your daughter to be named Sakura, after the tiny sakura-shrimp
she's incredibly mischievous and there's not a moment of silence with her, she's spontaneous and playful and you've got your hands full
though she is very considerate of you and will listen to your words, she's uncontrollable when she's bored and in need of a spark of interest
she's also a squeezer, much like her father, and hugs you every time she sees you or anyone she likes, and you're thankful her strength hasn't developed too much yet
she enjoys biting you, albeit gently, and you find your arms littered with bite marks, but it's her unique way of showing affection
her eel form won't show unless she's been in the water for too long (thankfully), and she enjoys squeezing you in her eel form even more
ever so curious, she's asked about her father many times, and you've told her how carefree and easygoing her father is, and that he'd love her the moment she saw her
which leads you to her magic actually teleporting you to him, her spontaneous idea having manifested itself, and you found in a dimly lit room similar to the Mostro Lounge
Floyd looked matured, his hair sleeked back and his features sharpened, though his wry smile that you loved had stayed the same
Floyd's eyes widened with shock and disbelief, and his steps quickened as he rushes towards you, his long arms outstretched in a gesture of longing. As he got closer, he noticed the beautiful and curious-looking child standing close to you.
"Shrimpy?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "No way... It's really you!"
Floyd pulled you close, holding you tightly as if he never wanted to let go. "I missed ya so much, I wish I hadn't let ya go," he said, his voice choked with emotion as tears threatened to spill. "You're not allowed to leave again, okay?"
Floyd is so ecstatic he can't stand still, once he's calmed down a bit, be immediately carries Sakura and drags you to Jade and Azul
Azul and Jade are pleasantly surprised at your return, and it's a warm welcome back
the two of them are glad Floyd won't be moping any time soon
the trio have now expanded into a franchise and divulged into many businesses, though Floyd largely acts as Azul's right-hand man
Now that you're back, he refuses to be apart from you, always holding onto you tightly and afraid you might disappear just like how suddenly you appeared
he does get mood swings where he's upset or angry, not at you though, just at how unfair things were and how he couldn't be there for you
he's a good eel who does everything to make sure you and Sakura are happy and comfortable, often cooking meals for you two
he's so curious about Sakura and enjoys playing with her and lifting her high up in the air
don't worry, he's extremely careful, this precious gem is why you got back to him!
Jade is the best uncle and Sakura wants to marry him??? (honestly same)
poor Azul is getting pranked by the daughter- father duo, though Sakura does comfort him afterwards with squeezes and kissss
Floyd looked down at Sakura, and he saw her staring back at him with wide, curious eyes in the opposite colours of his eyes. Though she resembled him physically, there was an air about her that was so distinctly his Shrimpy.
"Heya," Floyd said, trying to sound friendly. "I'm your dad."
Sakura giggled and reached out to him, her tiny hands grasping at his hands. Floyd froze, not sure what to do, letting her yand his hand forward. But then, she opened her mouth and bit down on finger.
"Hey!" Floyd cried, pulling back in surprise.
Sakura just laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Floyd couldn't help but laugh too, despite the pain in his finger.
"Yer a feisty one, aren't ya, Sakura-shrimpy?" he teased, grinning down at her as he ruffled her hair. "You know," he whispered, "you can't just go around biting people like that. But I like your style."
Isami (功己) 功 meaning "achievement, credit, honour, merits" and 己 meaning "self, serpent, snake."
your son has smooth ebony locks and sharp grey eyes that make him look slightly intimidating
Jamil had shown you how much he valued his achievements over his social status, so you chose a name the could embody him
he's a quiet child who's always attentive and careful
he's rather shy in front of other people, but when it's you he'll soak up all of your affection and stare at you with longing eyes seeking praise
he's a cute helper at home too! he always volunteers to help you with chores and cook in the kitchen, though you're careful he's not close to anything sharp or dangerous
he does have an inherent fear of bugs, something he's inherited from Jamil, but thankfully you've taught him to be less destructive than his father
do expect screams and for him to be crying as a little fly chases him around though
he's incredibly smart and talented at magic, easily grasping the concepts of magic you can only teach him theoretically
when you told him about his father, you've told him about the diligent man that his father is, and how would let his guard down around those he treasured
he had listened quietly without much of a change in his expression, but you could tell there was a bubbling excitement building up in his eyes
and no long after that, he managed to teleport the two of you to a warm, airy room of marble walls
Jamil's features had sharpened, he seemed more openly confident and comfortable with himself
Jamil's heart skipped a beat as he saw you. It had been five years since he bid your farewell at the mirror chamber and lost you forever. And yet here you were standing here in front of him with a child in tow, a child who resembled him so much.
"It can't be..." he murmurs.
Without hesitation, Jamil dropped all the papers and rushed towards you, his heart pounding furiously. His eyes locked with yours, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. He could see the love and longing still shining in your eyes, and he knew deep down that he had never stopped loving you.
Jamil couldn't stop the tears that began streaming down his face. "I've missed you so much," he said, his voice raspy. "Letting you go is the worst decision I've ever made." He reached out and pulling you into a tight embrace, his arms shaking with emotions.
he's a bit overwhelmed but still so thankful you're back in his life
Kalim barges in at this time and exclaims in surprise at your return and ??? OMG JAMIL YOU HAVE A SON?!!
Jamil has half a mind to dissuade him from holding a banquet immediately to welcome you back, and instead take things slow to not overwhelm you or Isami
asks Kalim for some privacy and the second he's away, he melts into your embrace
he hasn't felt so at ease in so long
if he wakes up in the morning and you're not right there beside him, he's panicking and searching all over the place for some confirmation you're still here
he's very curious about Isami and asks him all sorts of questions to piece together his development and personality
they definitely have a rivalry over who's braver over bugs but it just ends up with the two hugging you for safety
he's a bit awkward with how careful he is with his emotions, so it takes Isami some time to fully trust him
but trust me, Jamil will go above and beyond for his family and there's no way Isami will have to endure what Jamil did in his childhood
Jamil's eyes widened in surprise and wonder. He couldn't believe that they had created a life together. He knelt down to the Isami' eye level and looked into his eyes. "Hello there," he said, his voice gentle and warm. "What's your name?"
Isami starred back at him, his eyes wide with distrust and caution before he buried his face in your legs. Jamil chuckled softly. "It's okay," he comforted. "You don't have to be shy around me. I'm your dad."
Isami looked up at him again, this time with a mix of curiosity and wonder. "Daddy?" they said, testing the word out.
Jamil smiled warmly as nodded, his heart swelling with love and joy. "Yes, daddy," he parroted. "And I promise I'm never going to leave you or your mommy again."
Yuri (百合) meaning "lily"
Lilia's name always reminded you for lily flowers, and what better name for your daughter to embody him?
your daughter has straight raven hair with some of the hair flipping upwards resembling two horns, angular fae ears, and bright crimson eyes
she's always up for pranks and mischief, it's rare to see her without a smile
she loves exploring places, if you keep your eyes off her for one second, she's letting her curiosity take her to whatever she wants
if you're serious and stern though, she will listen to you, she wouldn't dare make her mother upset!
she's friendly with everyone and isn't shy to say hi to neighbors or absolute strangers
she's not overly affectionate, but she definitely enjoys hugs and kisses from you
she has an odd habit of taking stray animals back home in an attempt to adopt them, so you have little adventures with her trying to find an owner
do not let her in the kitchen
she has surely inherited her father's cooking abilities, somehow, she can render even a piece of toast beyond human consumption
magic comes as second nature to her, and she's always standing on ceilings
gosh her eyes absolutely sparkled when you told her about the teasing and mischievous fae that is her father
and soon, the portal opened and you found yourself in a gothic castle lit up by green candles
He's a lot taller, his hair longer and reaching his waist, and more enchanting than ever
Lilia stood in shock as your family figure come into sight. In all his years of living, he had never been so utterly stunned. After all these years, you had finally returned to him.
"Beastie..." Lilia gasped, his voice catching in his throat.
With a surge of energy, Lilia broke free from the trance-like state and hurried towards you, his hair streaming behind him like a dark flag as he enveloped you tightly in his embrace. "After all these years, you've truly come back to me?"
Carefully, Lilia held you at arm's length, studying your matured features, etching them into his memory like a cherished work of art. His eyes traced the lines and contours of your face, memorizing every detail that time had etched upon you.
"My, how you've grown," Lilia murmured, a mix of pride and wistfulness coloring his words. "The years have shaped you into a remarkable individual."
it's family reunion time!!!
he immediately drags you to the throne room where malleus, silver and sebek are
malleus is now king with two incredibly reliable bodyguards, and Lilia's his most trusted advisor
malleus is so glad his dear human friend is back, silver is satisfied that his father will have someone to be with, and sebek is screaming about Yuri, though she enjoys his loudness
for a while, Lilia is extremely affectionate, trying to make up for all the years that had gone by
when you're sleeping together at night, he hugs you tightly and it's difficult to leave his embrace
he definitely tries to cook for you two, going on and on about how the two of you need to stay healthy and need lots of nutrients
you always volunteer your portion for Yuri, and she'll gladly eat whatever her father has cooked for her
silver is an older brother often on babysitting duty, and Yuri loves watching him spar with sebek and also wants to learn
Sebek is quite fond of Yuri, and he sees his half-fae self in her
Lilia is always trying to fun with Yuri, bouncing her high up in the air and teaching her to hang upside down and swing around
plans so many family vacations, he can't wait to be exploring places with his two darlings
"Is she... ours?" Lilia asked. At your nod, he reached out to caress Yuri's cheek, his touch gentle as if he were touching fragile porcelain.
"Well, I'll be damned," Lilia chuckled, his voice cracking with emotion. "I never thought I'd be a father again. But I'm glad to meet you, little one. What's your name?"
Yuri giggled and and beamed at his touch. "My name's Yuri," she said, her voice sweet as honey.
"Yuri," Lilia repeated, his heart swelling with emotion. "What a beautiful name for my beautiful girl," he reached up to fondle her hair. "You know, Yuri," Lilia said, his voice growing serious. "I may not have been there for you when you were born, but I promise I'll always be here for you from now on. No matter what happens, I'm your father, and I'll always love you darling."
I can ask Leona, Blue, Riddle and Malleus to find their future child with F! Reader (they came somehow from the future)
Oya! ~♡
Look i don't know who you meant by "blue " so i wrote about idia so kindly if it's not him make another request with the char you wanted and i will finish it before moving to another request♡
Have a good day and take care ~♡
Riddle rosehearts
• The little one took some steps into the unbirthday party that riddle held, a beautiful four years old red hair girl that has the same hairstyle like yours and has your eyes too, holding a rabbit timidly she pulled trey's clothes
• Both try and catre exchanged looks as thay bent down and hearing what the little one was saying
• "Excuse me but where i can find my daddy?"
• Both trey and catre tried to tell her that non of students here is her daddy and that she might be talking about a teacher instead but that's when a table has a certain couple on it took her attention and she left them and ran to the table
• "Mommy! Daddy!"
• Shouting happily to you and riddle the whole dorm was dumbfounded!
• Both you and riddle exchanged looks before you bent down and carried the girl
• "Riddle she has the same hair colour as you!"
• "And she has your eyes!"
• Riddle stood blank for a good ten minutes to register the whole situation
• "If she calls you mommy....and me daddy....does that mean we will...get married?"
• Riddle's face turns bete red as yours also! What did you expect since you both were really close!
• You spent time with your future daughter, and no wonder she love's trey's strawberry tarts and milk tea! It was really golden time
• "H how am i as your father? Am i a good ones?"
• Riddle looked serious yet cute on how concerned he is to see if he's going to be a good father to her
• "Daddy you're the best! You're really a loving careing daddy! Also you're very kind to mommy but......i really you spend more time with me and mommy...you're always busy..."
• On talking she hugged her stuffed rabbit and looked timidly to her future father, riddle looked sad on hearing that.
• Time flys and it was time to leave, you felt really sad for seeing her to leave yet happy to know you will have a wonderful daughter
• Riddle bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead before saying something on her ears that you couldn't catch, standing back you felt riddle squeezing your hand and he looked lost for a moment, he will do everything he could to make both you and your daughter the happiest.
• Leona kingscholer
• He was sleep as usual cause he's always tired and totally has nothing to do!
• It was a peaceful moment till you knocked the door almost breaking it on leona, he growled as he cursed whoever was knocking the door this way and angrily shut the door open only to see you holding a four years old girl that has leon's ears! The same hair colour as yours and an innocent familiar emerald eyes
• "Daddy!"
• The girl jumped into leona's arm and he blinked twice and looked at her then to you! She looked so similar to him that he could admit it's really his daughter, he looked at the shoked you before panicking
• "(Y/n) it's not what you think!"
• You kept silent for some time before you pointed at yours and spoke
• "She called me mommy!"
• You both did not have anything to say you were unable to think anymore
• "(Y/n)...did we..???"
• "WTH WHAT NO!?!"
• The girl kept on laughing playfully at how you both reacted to the fact that she's here, she explained that she came from the future by a spell only for some time and leave
• It was going to be a good family union but ruggie had to walk by in the room and gave both you and leona
• The second he entered the room his eyes fell to the little girl then to leona and then to you then gave you all a suspecting expression turned into a big grin
• "Oh leona san, what have you done?~"
• Just as he spoke you threw a pillow on his face angrily
• "She's our future daughter you bastard!"
• Leona placed a hand on his face growling as the fight was going to go on until your little daughter ran to ruggie hugging his knee and giggling
• "Uncle ruggie! Did you bring me doughnuts?"
• "Eh?"
• Ruggie rubbed his head and kneeled down to the same level as the girl taking a doughnut from his bag giving it to the girl who was beyond happy taking it
• "Seems like you both right after all..."
• Ruggie finally admitted it cause first he didn't see the girl before and she's calling him uncle second that she seemed sure that he always carries doughnuts with him!
• You spent as much time as you could with your future daughter and how happy she is but she gave leona a sad expression
• "What's that for kid?"
• " daddy...you never play with me or my brother...and you also tell us to keep away from our cousin cheka and also to uncle farena! Tho he's always kind to us and give us candies yet...you tell us no to take them from him, why that daddy?"
• Leona's eyes widened as he heard his future daughter's words, she seemed also so sad and looking into his eyes with tears in her's
• "Cause daddy knows what's good for you and your brother! And about me not playing with you i will play with you once you return back home!"
• Leona spoke as he rubbed his daughter's head and gave her a certain sad smile that you know exactly what it means
• "Wait, so you have a brother there?"
• As ruggie asked the little one noded
• "He's three years older than me! Yet he's always lazy around and sleep so much,He's annoying me!"
• "Expected!"
• It was time for your daughter to go back to her time, you both gave her a hug and sent her back, looking back to leona he was deep on though....seems things will never change.
Idia shroud
• He was busy playing games, events are taking most of his time and he may ignore the fact that there was someone entering the room!
• There stood your beloved 4 yo future daughter standing tipy toes to open the door and she succeeded opening it!
• The door opened to reveal a blue flame haird girl it was a ponytail! She was a copy from idia when he was young, and as her feet were small she didn't make any sound, she stood just by idia who was fighting the boss!
• "Daddy, can i sit by you?"
• "Yes, you can"
• Not even looking at the person who climbed the sofa and sat by him, she saw the powl of candy placed by idia on the table
• "Daddy can i have one?"
• "Yes, sure!"
• He took a hand full of candies and gave them to her unaware of whom is sitting by him but who cares he won!
• " weeeeeeee You're really amazing gamer daddy!"
• "I know that sweetie!"
• Idia looked at the girl with a wide closed eye smile then he turned back to the monitor, then he looked back to the girl by him and the smile faded!
• "AAAAAH WHO ARE YOU!!!"
• Idia jumped from his place to earn a frown from his future daughter.
• "I'm your future daughter daddy! I came to see you and mommy!"
• "Mommy?????"
• The second they spoke you opened the door entering the room with a big smile
• "How are you doing idia~?"
• You exchanged looks with confused idia then to the little girl by him whom suddenly gave you a very glad expression running towards you with wide open arms
• "Mommy!!!!!"
• "Mommy????"
• You took the girl in your embrace and she reached her small hand to pull you closer as she placed a kiss on your cheek then she buried herself into your chest.
• "(Y/n) this is our daughter from the future"
• Idia spoke timidly with his cute small smile blushing as he held his arm
• " o our daughter?!"
• You couldn't help it but to blush hardly....actually What were you expecting? Yes, you and idia will get married in the future!
• "Yes mommy and there also will be another person in our family soon!"
• The little one rised her face to meet yours with a big wide grin and idia came running towards your side.
• "What do you mean?"
• Idia was so concern like he was never before! The girl giggled and spoke again
• "Mommy says that my little sister will arrive in a month! Daddy you're also so excited to meet her...you will have a bigger family now!"
• As the girl said her words idia bited his lips and his face softened eyes teard up that he started crying hardly and walk away hiding his face with his arm sobbing.
• You carried your future daughter towards him patting his back and gave him the little one to carry her in his arms, he hugged her and you in a tight hug.
• Ortho joined and got surprised to see the little one, you played games with her and spend as much time as you could with her till it was time to leave
• "Ummmm am i a good daddy for you?"
• "You're the most amazing daddy in the whole world! But daddy you just don't smile often , you're always deep on though and sad i really hope to see you smile more....You're smile brights up my day!"
• Idia placed a small kiss on her both hands and gave her the best of his smileals
• "I will"
• You both waved for your daughter till she left then idia tood your hand on his, you could see tears forming on his eyes, he looked at you then mumbled something that you could register as
• "Thank you for always being there for me"
Malleus draconia
• There was the curious cat walking in diasomania looking for someone, it was definitely not normal for both sebek and silver to see a little girl walking there, they both looked down at the girl whom stopped to greet them
• "Hello uncle silver, uncle sebek! Where can i find daddy?"
• Innocently she spoke and they both blinked several times then looked back to her.
• "Uncle?"
• "Daddy?"
• "What do we have here?"
• Lilia was just upside down looking at the little girl, she looks so familiar to him, those green eyes aren't something he hadn't seen before those two little horns or her black blue hair on both sides as small pigtails!
• "If I'm wrong are you looking for..."
• "Daddy!!!"
• Lilia was going to complete his words when suddenly malleus walked by and took your whole attention.
• "Daddy?!"
• The trio spoke (sebek shouted) on the same time as you caught malleus' attention and began running twords him but she weren't careful enough as she tripped and was going to fall and that's when malleus quickly ran to catch her in his arms
• "Don't run in halls be careful!"
• "That's what you always tell me daddy!"
• The little one rised her smiling face to her father who was in a complete lost on hearing her
• "Who are you?"
• "We are your children daddy! We came from the future to see you and mommy!"
• "We?"
• She turned around and was shocked not to see her twin behind her
• "He was just here!"
• "Who?"
• "My twin!"
• Malleus stood for a moment till his brain gears start to think clear
• "So you mean i got married...and had a twin?"
• "Yes daddy!"
• "If you saw your young mommy will you know her?"
• Malleus held his daughter's arm with concern yet sparkle came out of his eyes like a cute puppy!
• "Sure thing, come with me daddy!"
• The little one took malleus' hands and started running along with malleus' hands as he bent down while running to be in her level
• But suddenly the girl started to slow down with malleus as she saw her twin holding your mommy's hand then she posted at you
• "That's mommy!"
• "That's daddy!!"
• Malleus' eyes widened on seeing you holding their future son
• "You mean i will marry (y/n)?"
• Malleus was speechless, a million feeling were mixed inside him, will you really agree to marry him?
• "Malleus you will never believe that! They are our children from the future!"
• You were giggling hugging your daughter and placing a kiss on your son's head
• Getting no answer from malleus you looked up at him to see him with a mixed expression, was he sad? Happy? You couldn't tell!
• "Yes daddy you will marry her! Hehe we have a picture of you crying in your wedding when you saw mom in her wedding dress!"
• Your son who was a typical copy from malleus giggled to his father to gain a faint smile from his father
• As time fly soon as it was time so they leave! It was a sad moment but they had to escape cause lilia was cooking something for them
• "Ummm wait! How am i with you...i mean am i a good father to you...a good husband?"
• You looked at malleus with a frown, you know what he mean by this question well, the twin nodded
• " you're really a kind tender father and mommy loves you so much too! But..."
• "But?"
• "You rarely let us see people or make any friends, you always say that it's better to be careful and we want to play other kids!"
• The both were determined and look all serious and they gained a laugh from their father who patted their head agreeing.
• After your future children left you saw malleus deep in thought, you came closer holding his arm giving him a worried expression
• "Will you really want to make a family with someone like me?"
• His words hit your heart, you always know how malleus think, you gave him a hug and spoke
• "I can't imagine my life with someone other than you!"
• Malleus' eyes widened, he hugged you back in a much tighter hug
After an entire week of chaos, Crowley, with help from the staff, had figured out a way to get the children home. The answer came in two forms: a portal mirror powered by magic that you didn't understand, and a seemingly mundane book.
The mirror would form the connection to the future, allowing the parents to travel back temporarily and collect their children. The book explained how to said parents how to use the mirror. It would be placed in a special section of the library and never moved, thus ensuring it would be there in each future.
It was a fun bit of time travel problem solving in your opinion, and you were sure that Crowley had not been the one to suggest it.
Speaking of Crowley, he had handed you the stone needed to power the mirror and then fled to leave you to deal with it, even though you were in his office. All of your classmates and their future children were waiting outside the office for you to call in one at a time corresponding to their future self turning up.
It was quiet in the room, despite the chaos outside, and you could hear and feel the stone humming in your hands.
Here goes nothing.
You pressed the stone to the mirror and watched it disappear. The whole thing seemed to vibrate, glowing a blinding white, before pulsating once.
A figure stepped out of the mirror. It had begun.
SILVER
A broad shouldered man with silver hair stepped out of the mirror. He had one hand resting on the hilt of a sword sheathed at his side, while the other hand held a strangely modified baby carrier. It had several flaps and coverings, even buttons, decorating the plastic surface. You have never seen one like it before.
Baby carrier aside, it was immediately clear that you were looking at Silver, only an older version of the one you knew. That was the entire point of what you were doing, yes, but there was still a strange discomfort at seeing someone so close, and yet so different, to the version of them that you knew.
He looked around warily, but when his eyes settled on you, some of the tension in his body relaxed.
"Where is she?" he asked immediately, his voice serious. "The book said she'd be here."
"Just hold on one moment," you reassured. You pulled open the door and shared a word with Ruggie, who had agreed to act as the go-between for you and everyone else for a few thaumarks.
The present day Silver arrived less than thirty seconds later, entering the room with a tiny bundle in his arms. The older Silver was lifting her from his arms before you anyone could say anything. He cradled her to his chest and took several deep breaths.
"It must have been hard to be separated from a child so young," present day Silver commented.
"Yes," he agreed, nuzzling her head gently. "When she suddenly vanished from her bed, I..." he trailed off like the memory was painful. "Father could see the traces of magic, but we believed it to be foul play. It was a relief to find it was only a magical accident, and one that wouldn't prove to be dangerous, but there was something inside me that could not settle until I had her with me again. Thank you for keeping her safe, both of you."
You felt for him. With a baby that small, Silver must still be in his post-partum phase, and while you were sure all of your future classmates had been worried, Silver would have had some extra hormones on top.
"Is that sort of baby carrier the fashion in the future? I've never seen one like it?" the younger Silver asked while you were lost in your thoughts.
"If my curse decides to start acting up while I am holding her, especially alone, I can put her in here and she will be safe," he explained. He pulled down several of the covers one after another to demonstrate. "Sun shade, rain block, several intensities of thermal insulation. The carrier even has legs." He pressed a button and four sturdy metal legs unfolded from the base of the carrier, allowing Silver to place the carrier on the floor. "They auto balance, keeping her stable on any terrain. The carrier floats, too."
"That's a clever design. Did you invent it yourself?" you asked, stepping forward to inspect the strange device. Silver let you pick it up and it was much heavier than a normal baby carrier. Of course, Silver carried it with ease.
"Partly, although many others were involved in its creation as well. It was worth it to keep my baby safe."
"The curse doesn't stop you from looking after her alone, then?" the younger Silver asked. He came up to your side to inspect the carrier as well.
"When has it ever stopped us?" Silver responded, giving him a small smile. "When it is your time to meet her, properly that is, you don't need to feel anxious."
You and younger Silver both flushed pink at the implication of inevitability. Did the omegas coming from the future not realise that there were many in the same boat as them? Did they think that their future was the only guaranteed one?
If that was true, you had a sneaking suspicion that you were in for an embarrassing afternoon.
"Thank you for taking care of her. I'll be leaving now. Take care."
The adult Silver stepped back through the mirror and disappeared.
The remaining Silver let out a breath, his eye lids fluttering before shooting open. You put out a steadying arm which he gratefully held.
"You okay?"
Silver hummed. "I haven't slept through the night in a week. It has been... challenging."
"Yeah, I bet," you snorted, amused. "Come on, I'll get Ruggie to escort you out so you don't fall asleep standing up."
You did as promised, and managed to return to the now empty room just in time for the mirror to start glowing again.
VIL
The next person to step through the mirror was wearing heels so striking that you told Ruggie who to fetch before you'd even completely registered his presence.
Vil had always had a mature beauty about him, even as a teenager, but this version wore it more comfortably. You had not realised it was possible for Vil to be even more beautiful.
"Where is my son?" he demanded, though not unkindly. "I've followed the instructions exactly."
As if responding to his demands, the door opened and present day Vil entered, leading the boy in question by the hand.
"Oma!"
"Sugarplum!" The boy ran forward and Vil knelt down to embrace him. "Oh darling, I was so worried. Thank goodness that book was true."
You tried to send a smile to present day Vil because the scene was so heart-warming, but Vil was focused on studying his future self. Of course.
The adult Vil stroked his child's hair a few times before standing and properly focusing on the two people from his past. He approached the two of you, his heels clicking on the floor, before gently cradling each of your faces with one of his hands.
"Oh, look at you both." He let out a fond breath. "You're so young, and you both have so much ahead of you."
You were too stunned to speak as the beauty cupped your face. One thing was clear though: the future versions of your classmates realy did have no idea that so many of them were in the same situation. As far as they were each concerned, their futures were inevitable.
Vl leant in and kissed you on each cheek, before doing the same to the past version of himself.
"Thank you for keeping him safe. I had thought someone had taken him as a hostage, you cannot imagine how relieved I was when I found out he was here." Vil drew back once he was done, taking his son's hand in his. "Let's go before appa thinks we've both gone missing."
As you waved off the pair, they stepped back into the mirror and disappeared. Vil remained fixated on the space where they had been. You'd never known him to be so quiet.
"Are you alright? You seem quiet."
"Of course," Vil answered immediately. "To see one's future self so clearly is a rare gift and one that I intend to take advantage of. Did you notice the style top I was wearing? I've never seen a wrap top in that design before but it suited me perfectly. I only wonder if it would be as flattering on the current version of myself or if I must wait until I finish developing into my adult body."
Vil turned to you as if he was going to ask your advice, but then his eyes trailed down your outfit and you got the impression of the words dying on his lips.
"Well, no matter," he said with a sigh. "I'm sure I can figure that out. But right now I must go and straighten out my dorm now that Epel's tornado is not returning. Once he has sent her off, please let him know that he's to come and join me immediately."
"I will," you agreed with a smile.
"Good luck with the rest of the goodbyes."
And with that, Vil was off, just in time for the mirror to fill the room with its inviting glow.
KALIM
The first body part to come through the mirror this time wasn't a leg, but a swollen tummy. The tummy was eventually revealed to be connected to a man with a head of white hair and enough golden jewellery to to put down a deposit on a palace. It was Kalim.
When he saw you, he immediately called out your name and pulled you into a hug. It was nice despite the inconvenience of the ginormous baby bump, and he smelt like expensive perfume.
"You're here!" he exclaimed. "And you're so young, wow, this is crazy."
"Yeah," you agreed, overwhelmed. "It's... a lot."
Ruggie had clearly acted before you could prompt him, probably just by peeking in through the keyhole, because the door opened in record time and the present day version of Kalim stepped in, his little girl bouncing in his arms.
"My princess!" the older Kalim cried out, immediately letting go of you to scoop her up. Despite the bump, he carried her effortlessly and she immediately started cooing and nuzzling at him, which he returned with enthusiasm.
"That's me, and I'm huge, that's so cool!" present day Kalim said, nudging you. He was looking at his future version with stars in his eyes.
"Yeah," you agreed. "I guess we're aiming for a big family."
"That's the best kind!"
Older Kalim, having had enough nuzzles for the time being, started to speak to his daughter in an exaggerated cooing voice.
"We all thought you'd been kidnapped! Yes we did, yes we did!" The little girl, and both versions of Kalim laughed like that was funny. "We thought you had beat my record of youngest kidnappee! Your grandfather was furious, yes, he was! Yes, he was!"
No one else in the room seemed to realise how surreal that statement was. You supposed that if you ended up with Kalim, kidnapping would become a real threat, and not just for you and him.
"She ended up in a situation far more interesting than the first time we were kidnapped," the younger Kalim added, cheerfully.
"She did! Perhaps we should have a new record for her anyway."
"Appa?" the little girl asked, interrupting Kalim's conversation with himself.
"Yes, yes, alright, let's go and see appa. They were getting all worked up about me going by myself, even though the book specifically said I had to, so we shouldn't keep them waiting."
The older Kalim came over again and pulled both you and his past self into a hug, squashing you all together uncomfortably.
"You have so much to look forward to," he promised, beaming at you both. "So much! Thank you for keeping my baby safe. Say bye, princess."
"Bye bye!"
You and Kalim waved them both off. Kalim sniffed a bit as they disappeared.
"I'm going to miss her," he admitted, pouting. "She was adorable."
"Yeah, she was a cute kid, to be sure."
Kalim brightened. "But hey, maybe we'll get to meet her again one day." You choked on your own saliva at the implications but Kalim just patted you on the back, laughing. "I'm going to throw a party to celebrate all the children getting home safely. It should cheer up anyone who's sad about the babies leaving. I'll ask Jamil to message you the details, okay?"
He bounced out of the room before you could answer his invitation one way or another. You were way too tired for a party, but that wasn't going to be enough to discourage Kalim, so you didn't bother even trying to argue at his retreating back.
You sighed, refocusing your attention to the mirror; you could deal with the party later.
JADE
Jade was the next one of your future classmates to step out of the mirror. In a full suit, he walked into the room with no rush, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary at all. He looked quite similar to the younger Jade, still far too tall, just less lanky now that he'd grown out of his teenage years.
"Oh my," he said as he saw you standing there. "I haven't seen this version of you for quite some time. I believe you have something of mine that I would like returned."
"Er, yes, of course, they're coming right now."
"Excellent."
Jade made no attempt at conversation while you waited on Ruggie to fetch Jade's twins, he just stared at you with a familiar smile while you fidgeted.
Desperate relief coursed through you when the door finally opened and in stepped the younger version of Jade and the two forces of nature that he might one day spawn.
"Children," Jade said fondly as they both ran up to him. They each clutched onto a different part of his suit. Jade pulled off one glove and stroked each one on the cheek. "Have you had fun?"
"Yes!" one exclaimed.
"So much fun! We did lots of exploring and playing."
Jade made an amused noise. "It sounds like quite the adventure."
"But also," the first time chimed in again, "on the first day, Uncle Floyd almost drowned appa!"
"Yes, we had to help rescue them!"
"Oh my," Jade said, somehow sounding even less concerned than the present day version of Jade when the event had gone down. "Well, we'll have to make sure he receives a punishment when we get back, then, won't we?"
The children cheered and you didn't want to know what kind of punishment future Floyd would be receiving.
"We will leave in just a moment, children, there's one last thing I need to do."
He walked briskly over to you. He pinned his past self with an amused stare before he, quite matter of fact, leant in and sunk his teeth into the skin of your shoulder. It wasn't the area for a mating mark, but it was only a few inches off.
You yelped and pushed him away as prickled points of pain bloomed on your shoulder.
"What the fuck?!"
Jade only giggled, flashing his slightly blood stained teeth.
"Come along, children, time to leave." He took one hand from each of them and stepped swiftly through the mirror, only shooting one final amused glance at his younger self before disappearing entirely.
You were holding your shoulder in shock.
"That was quite rude of him," Jade reprimanded, as though he wasn't technically the same person. He pulled out a white handkerchief with a flourish and presented it to you. "Here, to clean the wound."
Suspiciously, you took it, gently dabbing at the wound. When Jade made no other move, you relaxed.
"Thanks." You finished wiping up the small amount of blood. "I'll wash this and give it back to you later."
"Oh, no need," he said pleasantly, snatching the bloody handkerchief out of your hand and putting it back in his pocket. "I can handle it. I will see you soon."
He walked out of the door in much the same manner that the future version of him had, taking the blood soaked handkerchief with him.
What the fuck was wrong with that merman? And crucially, what the fuck was wrong with the version of you that apparently decided to play house with him?
The mirror glowed again and you seriously hoped that the next person out of the mirror was someone more sane. But just in case it wasn't, you quickly did up your jacket to cover the freshly bitten skin. You didn't want to cause drama or encourage anymore illicit bites.
CATER
The man who stepped out next had a more relaxed vibe, much to your eternal gratitude.
It was Cater. Or an older version of Cater at least, one who had decided to grow his hair out enough that it made a decent sized ponytail. When he saw you there, he crossed his arms and grinned.
"Where's my number 1 girl, huh?" The door opened and the present version of Cater stepped in with said little girl walking in beside him. "Oh, there she is!"
"Oma!"
Cater scooped up the girl and twirled her around.
"Look at you, you've grown half a foot!"
"No, I haven't," she denied, giggling. "That's not possible, oma!"
"I think it is," he teased, poking her in the tummy and then giving her a squeeze.
There was a light heartedness to Cater's tone, but a real anxiety in the way he clutched at her. He buried his nose into her hair and took a deep, shaky breath.
Despite the humour, he had obviously been worried sick.
"Isn't that totes adorbs!" present Cater said, whipping out his phone to take a photo. The older Cater turned his child away from the lens protectively.
"Don't. Put your phone away."
The younger Cater looked stunned, but it was obvious that the older Cater was not joking. The younger version tried to laugh it off despite the sudden change in vibes.
"Oh, fine, you keep all her adorableness to yourself then!"
The older Cater didn't find it funny. He walked right up to his younger self and pulled him in close. The exchanged words too quiet for you to hear, but when they broke apart, the younger one looked like he saw a ghost.
The older Cater then turned to you, and you half expected him to say something shocking to you, but instead, his entire face softened.
"Thank you for looking after her."
"Of course," you replied, taking a nervous glance at the Cater standing next to you. "I hope you have a safe journey back. Um... what did you say to him?"
"Something he needed to hear," was the only response you got.
"Right..."
The initial relief of having someone relaxed come through had long since faded at whatever that show of hostility had been.
"Say bye darling, we're going home now."
"Bye bye!"
And the two were off. Your Cater seemed almost catatonic.
"What did he say to you?" you asked, vaguely concerned. You went up to him but he pulled away from you.
"Oh, haha, nothing, inside joke, don't worry about it!"
"Are you sure, because-"
"Well, I'll leave you to seeing off all the rest of your children. See ya!"
Cater left you alone with the feeling that something wasn't quite right, but you didn't have time to even theorise before the mirror was glowing again.
LEONA
The man who stepped through next, with his mane of brown hair and a pair of lion ears, was obviously Leona, but you still did a double take. He was wearing an outfit you could only describe as regal, with embroidery and bright colours and jewellery. It was so out of character that you couldn't help but wonder if this truly was Leona at all.
Technically, he looked the most similar to his past self out of everyone you'd seen today, probably because even your version was no longer a teenager, but there was still something about it that made it hard to believe.
"Quit staring, herbivore," he said, amused. "Where's my brat?"
"She's-"
"Oma!"
The little girl burst into the room, a tired looking, and younger, Leona following. He stopped as he registered the older version of him. He pulled a face at the outfit.
"Come here." Future Leona opened his arms and effortlessly picked up his daughter. She laughed and slapped at his chest like she was playing with bongos.
"Oma! Oma! Oma! I missed you!"
Leona held her at arms length, leaving her dangling like a kitten put in air jail as he checked her over.
"You okay?"
"Yep! I had so much fun! I jumped on the sofas and I had loads of snacks and I stayed up super late and saw the stars and-"
"You seem normal, at least," he sighed, bringing her back into a closer hold. "Thanks for watching her," he said, turning back to you. "It's been ages since I had a break that long."
Despite his words, you got the feeling that he had not in fact had a relaxing time while his daughter was missing. He certainly didn't look rested.
"It was no problem!" you said, and current Leona scoffed. "She's cute."
Future Leona snorted. "And she's lucky she is. Look, I can't stay and chat, we need to get back and before your future self kills me for not returning your baby in a timely manner."
Leona turned to leave, but paused and then turned back, pointing an accusatory finger at his past self.
"And you, don't fuck this up just because you can't get your shit together."
You startled at the sudden change of topic.
"What's that supposed to mean?" your Leona growled.
"You know damn well what it means."
"Stay out of my business."
"It's my business too, you idiot."
"Alright, alright," you interjected, trying to stop the fight that was brewing. Leave it to Leona to get into a fight with himself. "I don't know how long this stone will power the mirror, so it's time to go."
That was a lie, but future Leona didn't know that.
"Fine."
"Bye old oma! Bye old appa!"
They stepped through, and for a moment, there was only a tail coming through the glass until that too was pulled to the other side.
"Tch, I'm going to take a nap. Have fun dealing with the rest of this."
Your Leona left too, leaving you standing alone.
People at NRC were often arseholes, that was true, but you were beginning to wonder how many of them were going to have a problem with themselves? That was a level not even you had thought possible, despite how much of their shit you had already dealt with.
The mirror glowed and you hoped this next person had no interest in any weird behaviour, whether that be fighting, biting, or traumatising secret messages.
IDIA
Blue flames were the first thing to register as the next person came through the portal mirror. They clashed terribly with the warm glow of the mirror, like a cyberpunk city bathed in sunlight.
It was Idia, only he looked, dare you say, kind of cool? He was dressed head to toe in a blue black uniform that was obviously tailored to fit him, but the most striking difference was in his posture. This Idia didn't slouch, in fact, he walked out of the portal all professional and intimidating.
You didn't know he had it in him. You told Ruggie who to bring next, confirming that he was in fact crouching down to look through the keyhole in the process, and then turned back to the future Idia to see what he would say.
"Oh," he said, relaxing. "It's you."
"Yeah, um, your kid will be here in a sec."
"Cool. It'll be good to have him back. You don't even know how crazy Styx went when he disappeared from inside the headquarters, it was like, full on limited edition merch drop kinds of crazy."
The door opened, saving you from the awkward small talk, and in came the sunshine child in the sunshine dungarees.
"Oma! You're here!" He ran over to the older Idia who picked him up. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too, buddy."
The present Idia sulked into the room with his hood pulled tightly over his head.
"He wouldn't stop talking to everyone in the waiting room," he whimpered. "I couldn't even keep him happy with the games on my phone, what kind of child doesn't that work on?"
"Are we going home?" the little boy asked, ignoring your Idia's whimpering.
"Yeah, just hold on a sec." Idia turned to you and his past self. He fidgeted a little and you could see more of your Idia in him suddenly. "My mate said that I should..."
To both your, and especially present day Idia's surprise, he walked over, the tips of his hair going pink, and pulled his past self into a hug. You could see him whispering something but you couldn't hear most of what he was saying You did, however, catch the final line.
"It's going to be okay."
When he pulled back, both versions of Idia were pink, and the older one hurried to scurry off back through the mirror without a goodbye.
Your Idia shrieked suddenly, taking a step back even though the threat had already left.
"What- What kind of normie- How-"
"Are you crying?" you asked, concerned.
"No!"
Idia ran from the room, pulling his hood so tightly you were surprised he could still see anything, almost bowling over Ruggie in the process.
You smiled, waving off Ruggie's questioning look. That was much sweeter than starting a fight. You could only hope that the living proof that life could get better would help your Idia, at least a little.
But you shelved those thoughts, closing the door, and prepared yourself for whoever was coming through next.
DEUCE
The next man stumbled out of the mirror like he'd given himself a running head start. He was going fast enough that he almost ran straight into Crowley's desk. Thankfully, his muscled arms managed to catch himself before he broke his nose.
It was Deuce, or an older version of him, anyway, with bigger muscles, a slightly better dress sense, and also some kind of pink fabric hanging over his arm. You told Ruggie who to fetch and then were almost jump scared when you turned back around to find Deuce right in front of you. He immediately grabbed you by the shoulders.
"Where is she?" he demanded desperately. "Where's my daughter?"
"She's coming now, she's okay, I promise." Deuce sighed in relief, but only some of the tension left him. He obviously trusted you, but you doubted he would fully relax until he saw her for himself.
Soon enough, the door opened, and Deuce's daughter, still wearing the tiara that she hadn't removed since she'd been given it, skipped into the room.
"Oma!" she shouted, delighted. "You're here!"
"Princess!"
Deuce scooped her up and covered her in kisses as she giggled.
"I brought your coat because you didn't have it on when you disappeared and I was worried you might be cold." He put her down and slipped her into the pastel pink coat he was carrying. So that's what the fabric was.
You and your version of Deuce were watching the adorable display in silence. You noticed this Deuce's cheeks were pink.
"Can we go home now?" she asked. "I miss my toys."
Deuce let out a slightly incredulous laugh, but agreed. "Of course we can. We should get a cake to celebrate you being home!"
"Yay! Cake!"
When the adult Deuce turned to you and his past self, he fidgeted like he didn't know what to say.
"I'll, um, get her home now, thanks for looking after her."
"No problem, she's really cute," Deuce mumbled, also fidgeting.
"Um, am I supposed to say something? Like, some kind of advice or- I mean, I probably should, right?"
He bit his lip, thinking over what to say. It was clear that nothing was coming to him. His daughter tugged on his hand, impatient.
"Oma! Let's go have cake, come on!"
"R-right, one moment, I just, um-" You could see the panic in his eyes. "Oh, um, always read the small print on parking signs so you don't get tickets, don't trust professional painters if their name starts with a 'ma' sound, and also, you're going to develop an allergy to oysters." He pointed at his past self. "So enjoy them while you can, I guess."
"Um, I don't really like oysters that much..."
You snorted into your hand.
"Oh... yeah, that's true. Um, I guess you can forget that part then..." Deuce awkwardly shuffled towards the portal. "Bye."
"Bye bye!" his daughter added, waving at you and present day Deuce.
And then they were gone, entering the portal, hand in hand.
"I think I'm going to miss her," Deuce admitted. The words hung in the air before his eyes went wide in panic. "Not that I'm insinuating anything of course! I don't think we should- that is to say- um!" Deuce floundered and you just watched has his panic rose and rose. "I think I'm... going to go wait outside!"
He fled from the room, cheeks pink over an incredibly innocuous statement.
What a dork, you thought, shaking your head fondly, and apparently, that wasn't changing any time soon.
You took a deep breath to reset for the next person, just in time for the increasingly familiar glow to light up the room.
AZUL
The person who came through next was wearing an immaculately tailored suit, but that was perhaps the only 'put together' thing about him.
His purple hued silver hair was messy like he'd been running his hands through it, his lips were red like he'd been biting them, and his overall energy just scream frazzled.
It was Azul. Like most of his peers, he had grown into a more adult body, although his wasn't as far from his teenage shape as most of the others.
Used to the anxiety many of the future versions of your classmates understandably seemed to be suffering with, you got out ahead to reassure him.
"Your daughter will be here in a second- your younger self is bringing her in." You stopped bothering to notify Ruggie, who was obviously managing just fine on his own.
"Right, yes, of course." He cleared his throat and tried to get back some of his composure. "How long-"
Azul couldn't even finish a sentence before the door opened and his daughter ran in, using her human form. She was very proficient with them. You had been under the impression that it took some practice for merpeople to use legs, so perhaps this suggested that her and Azul, and the future version of you, of course, lived on the surface.
"My pearl!"
"Oma!"
The two embraced, wrapping around each other tightly. In this position, you had no trouble at all believing they were two octomers.
"Are you alright? Are you injured anywhere?"
"No," she cheerfully replied. "It was so much fun, oma! I went swimming every day, and past you let me have sleepovers in his bed. But" -her eyes went wide and serious- "Uncle Floyd almost drowned appa and I had to rescue them!"
Azul sighed, squeezing his eyes shut like he could feel a headache coming on.
"Why am I not surprised?" he muttered. "I am sure you were very brave when saving appa though, darling, well done."
She nodded, "Uh huh! I haven't been in my merform so much in ages! I practiced lots of new tricks! Can I show you some when we get home?"
"Of course." Azul stood up smoothly and brushed down his suit. And then he paused, his face twisting, like a horrible thought had occurred to him. He pinned his younger self with a stern stare. "I hope you kept her on a healthy schedule for the last week. She had better had enough sleep, enough food."
He stressed that last part and the younger Azul bristled.
"Of course. She was provided with the utmost care."
"And did you go swimming with her?"
"On several occasions," the younger Azul replied, like he was annoyed at where this questioning was going. You felt seriously out of the loop.
"Then you best hope that you did not impart anything onto her that you shouldn't have." His eyes were serious.
Oh. Was he talking about Azul's insecurities? You shuffled awkwardly and glanced at the teenager standing next to you who crossed his arms. Did so many of them have to fight with their younger selves? It was so uncomfortable.
"She was provided with the utmost care," he repeated.
The older Azul relaxed a little, although there was still suspicion in his gaze. "Good. These are for you then, as a thank you for looking after her."
He handed you and Azul each a white envelope. As you took it, it was heavier than expected. Prying it open, you were greeted with a wad of cash.
Nevermind, you weren't angry about him fighting with his younger self anymore. In fact, he was your favourite now.
"Can't owe anyone a favour, even yourself," you teased, shooting him a grin. He smiled back, seemingly not as suspicious of you.
"Of course. He has far too much blackmail, I'm sure you understand." You laughed at the ridiculous concept of having blackmail on oneself. "Now that that's sorted, let's head home. Come on, my pearl."
The two left with little fanfare while you happily pocketed the wad of cash before Ruggie caught of whiff of it. You turned to your Azul to ask how much he'd been given, when you saw him reading a letter that must have been in his envelope alongside the wad of cash.
"You got a letter? What does it say?"
Azul flushed blue and shoved the letter back into the envelope and then into his innermost pocket before you could read any of it.
"That's none of your business. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to."
His attempt to leave in a dignified manner fell a little flat considering the colour of his face, but you let him go without calling him on it.
You also had business to deal with after all.
EPEL
The mirror barely had time to glow before the next figure jumped through. And there was only one person who could pull off a move so delicate and rugged at the same time.
"Fucking hell, that felt weird," he murmured, standing up and brushing imaginary dirt of his clothes.
It was Epel.
He was slightly taller than your Epel, which you were sure he'd be thrilled about, and though he wasn't much bigger in any other sense, retaining his slight figure and youthful beauty, he had a presence that your Epel didn't that made him feel bigger.
You reckoned it was just confidence. It was a good look on him.
"Hey, babe," he greeted, casually walking up to you. "Or shit, I guess we're not exactly datin' yet are we. Future babe? Nah, that nickname sucks balls."
The door banged open before you could even begin to think of an answer to whatever that was. The younger Epel was on the other side, looking like he'd lost a fight, been dragged backwards through a hedge, and then sent to challenge Floyd in physical combat.
So, not great, really.
"This brat is a demon," he said, sounding traumatised. He was holding her by the scruff of her shirt and borderline threw her at his older version, who caught her effortlessly, not caring that she was covered in mud. "She barely slept! She didn't make it through a single night!"
"Did you let her run outside for at least six hours a day?" Older Epel countered, like that should have been obvious.
"No! Who has time for that?!"
"Then of course she didn't sleep, dumbass."
Younger Epel growled, and you sighed at once again having to deal with these morons antagonising themselves. At least the older version seemed happy to ignore his response.
"Come on, we've got to get you home. Appa has been going crazy without you."
"I want to see appa!"
"Come on then." He went over to the mirror, but he had a few parting remarks before leaving. "You two aren't together yet, fine, but I'd suggest gettin' together asap to have as much experience dating before marriage."
You were about to ask why that would make a difference, because surely you wouldn't be getting married until you were ready anyway, but your classmate clearly understood something you didn't.
"Ugh, don't tell me you had a shotgun wedding because you were too dumb to use a condom?!" the younger Epel groaned. "I bet grandma threatened to beat you."
"It was not a shotgun wedding, you little shit," the older Epel argued. "The situation was complicated, alright, you wouldn't get it."
Epel made a disgusted noise, clearly not believing his future self's argument.
Future Epel rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, I don't have to explain myself to you. You'll figure it out."
With that parting note, the two future dwellers left, leaving you with your Epel, who immediately rounded on you.
"I am never having kids," he promised. "Especially not with you, not if that monster is gonna come out."
You tried to muffle your laughter and you must not have done a very good job, because Epel shot you a glare. His mood was not going to get any better when you conveyed your next message.
"Vil told me to tell you that he wants you helping to clean up Pomefiore as soon as possible, by the way."
Epel groaned.
"You know what, no!" Epel said, throwing his hands up. "No, I'm gonna take a shower and then sleep for a million years, and if Vil has a problem with that, I'm gonna bite him."
He stormed off as you laughed at his outburst, slamming the door behind him.
LILIA
You were so caught up in laughing that you didn't even notice that the next omega had arrived until he started laughing with you.
"Khee hee hee, what's so funny, dearie? Care to share?"
"Lilia!" You whirled around to find your next future visitor standing there with his arms crossed, amused.
Unlike the rest of your classmates, Lilia looked exactly the same as you knew him except that instead of pink dye, his hair had blue highlights. You must have looked different to your future self though, because as you turned around, Lilia soaked you in, his eyes roaming every inch of you.
"So young, how adorable," he teased. "Now, where's my little bluebell?"
As if he'd been waiting to be called in, your version of Lilia, the one with the pink hair, waltzed in with the child in question cuddled up in his arms.
"Right here, of course!" he announced.
The toddler looked between the two identical versions of his oma with confusion, but then he just seemed to sort of accept whatever was happening and didn't put up a fight as the future Lilia swept him up and spun him around.
"You've caused quite the fuss, my little bluebell! We found some traces of strong magic near the area you'd disappeared, but we didn't know who was responsible for it for quite some time."
You decided that too many of these people were too casual about kidnappings.
Future Lilia continued to spin his giggling child, but present Lilia was watching them both with intense focus. He was smiling, but there was also something more complicated behind it.
"Quite old to have a child, no?" he commented casually. Future Lilia stopped spinning to look at his younger self. "Exactly how old are we now?"
"Oh, it's so hard to keep track these days." He dodged the question with a grin. "And spoilers take the fun out of everything, don't you think?"
Present Lilia hummed and you got the sense that something was passing between them that you weren't privy to.
"Besides, I'm sure you'll figure everything out. Now, I have to get back home, I left dinner in the oven.
With nothing else left to say, the future Lilia left with a jaunty wave and a wink. His son, who had heard the promise of dinner, sent a wide eyed panicked look your way and tried to reach out towards you for help. Unfortunately, he was gone before you could do anything.
Hopefully, your future self would protect him from whatever science experiment Lilia had prepared.
"Is that how it feels for everyone else to talk to me?" Lilia mused. "It's rather irritating."
He sounded deeply amused by that fact. There was something strange still lingering in him though.
"Are you alright?"
"Of course, my dear. I'll let you get on with your goodbyes, I need to go and talk Malleus down from trying to keep his daughter here before the future version turns up and we have a serious problem." He sent you a sunny smile. "Bye bye!"
You would never understand that bizarre old fae, and you couldn't decide if it was expected or strange that there was a universe in which you decided to raise a child with him.
You were so disorientated that you had to physically shake your head to clear it of questions before your next person arrived.
RIDDLE
A short, well dressed man stepped out of the mirror with confidence. As soon as he spotted you, he walked over, face serious. His heeled boots clacked against the floor of Crowley's office, and his hair, although styled pushed back from his face, was a bright red shock that would would recognise anywhere.
It was Riddle.
"The book said that I would find my son here," he said. The implicit question was obvious, but you didn't get to answer before the door was push open.
"Ommy!"
Riddle's son burst into tears as he ran at his oma. It was strange to see him without his toy hedgehog, but you quickly spotted it in your Riddle's hands as he entered the room and shut the door behind him. Older Riddle knelt down and immediately embraced his son.
"I'm right here, my love, I'm right here."
The little boy cried heavily into Riddle's shoulder while Riddle stroked his hair. Neither you nor present Riddle wanted to interrupt, so you both stood side by side in silence.
After a minute of crying, Riddle pulled back slightly, gently shushing his son when he made a noise of protest.
"Remember what we do when our emotions get too loud?" he prompted quietly. The boy hiccupped a few times rubbing at his face. "Come on, I know you remember."
"We take fi-five deep breaths," came his stuttered answer. "A-and then we touch five things in the room."
"Very good," Riddle praised. He was so incredibly gentle with his son and it was heart-warming to see. "Let's take the breaths together."
Together, they took five deep breaths, Riddle wiping away tears with his thumb whenever they fell.
'This is so cute' you mouthed to Riddle. He went red but didn't comment.
Once they were done breathing, the little boy touched five things in the room, the last of which was Hedgy, which the younger Riddle willingly returned to him. By the time he was done, he was much calmer, although he still gripped onto his oma tightly when the older Riddle picked him up.
"Thank you for looking after him," future Riddle said, looking at both the teenagers in the room with soft eyes.
"It was no problem," your Riddle replied. "He is an incredibly well-behaved child."
"He is," the older one agreed. "I wish we could stay. I would love to have a look around, but we must head off, now. I do not wish to say something that I shouldn't."
"What do you mean?" you asked.
"I don't want to change anything by being here for too long," he clarified, a wistful look on his face. "I wouldn't wish to rewrite any of it, good or bad, not a single moment of my past, of your future." He let that incredibly emotional statement linger for a second before turning to his son. He double checked that he had a hold of Hedgy and then he stepped towards the mirror. "Good afternoon to you both."
"Goodbye," his son muttered, waving shyly.
With a glow of warm light, they were gone.
"You seem like a great parent," you said, nudging your Riddle with your elbow.
"Oh, well- that's- I mean-" he stuttered his way through half the sentence before he folded inwards a little and looked up at you with a surprisingly vulnerable look. "Do you really think so?"
"I do."
Riddle nodded, and then, overwhelmed, fled from the room with half mumbled excuses that didn't make any sense. You let him go without a fuss, and turned to the mirror, ready for the next person with a smile on your face.
JAMIL
The ma who stepped through next was a contrast of sharp and soft. His clothes, design in a simple and practical cut, emphasised the hard edges of his body, while his hair swished softly as he moved, even longer than you were familiar with in your own time.
Jamil.
"He'll be here in a second," you explained, before he could ask. "The younger version of you is bringing him."
Jamil seemed to relax at the realisation that his son was in the care of his past self. You didn't blame him; Jamil was responsible. If you were going to leave a child in the care of one of your classmates, Jamil would be a safe choice.
When your classmate in question finally pushed open the door, he was bent over awkwardly, supporting his future son as he toddled into the room with a look of concentration on his face and his tongue curling out of his mouth. The boy had his hands fisted around each of Jamil's index fingers for support.
Younger Jamil's cheeks were red; it was pretty cute.
When the little boy saw his real oma, his face lit up. He let go of his fingers he was clutching and began making rapid, unsteady steps forward. The older Jamil immediately met him in the middle, sweeping him up into his arms.
"You're alright," Jamil whispered. You didn't know if he was trying to reassure the child, or himself.
"Oma," the boy asked quietly, fisting onto the collar of Jamil's top. "Home?"
Adult Jamil smiled a smile you'd never seen on his face before. Tenderly, he pressed his forehead against his son's.
"That's right. We're going home, now." He straightened and addressed you and his past self. "Thank you for looking after him. You did well."
"Of course," the younger Jamil agreed.
"I'm sorry I didn't bring anything to reimburse you for your work, but perhaps you can find value in a chance to practice before he turns up for real."
Both you and your Jamil shuffled awkwardly and refused to look at each other. Older Jamil watched you both with a calculating look. He strode towards you, leant in and whispered in your ear.
"Offer to brush his hair one evening, he'll like that."
You squeaked, rearing back at the sudden romance advice, much to his amusement.
"I'm not- that's- you don't understand, it's-"
The adult Jamil didn't stay to listen to your ramblings, he instead progressed onto his younger self. He leant in and whispered something too quiet for you to hear.
Your Jamil also reared back, ears going red. He tugged his hood up over his face and pulled at the strings to tighten it. The older Jamil chuckled at the sight.
"Good luck," he finished, before smoothly stepping into the mirror and disappearing forever.
Younger Jamil did not stick around either. The second the older man was gone, Jamil was out of the door with a muttered goodbye. You imagined that he was running back to his dorm to hide, and you really wished you could do the same.
Unfortunately, the mirror was already glowing, and you were going to be stuck here for a while yet.
ROOK
"Mon petit amour!"
You heard and saw your next visitor at the same time. In a flourish of colourful fabric, the future version of Rook swept over to you and pulled you close.
"Rook!" you exclaimed, alarmed. He only laughed and pulled you into a dance. He lead you around the room twirling and prancing until you were dizzy. "I'm getting motion sick, that's a threat and a warning!"
Rook stopped, steadying you as your head spun. He beamed at you and pressed an exaggerated kiss to each of your cheeks.
"Ah, I never thought I'd see this version of you again, what a gift! C'est merveilleux! Now, where is mon petit choux?"
"You're bringing her now- or your past self is anyway," you clarified. This whole situation was confusing at the best of times.
Rather than wait, Rook went over to the door and opened it himself. He peered down the corridor and he must have seen them because he started speaking in rapid French, too fast for you to keep up with. There were quickened footsteps and then the older Rook was stepping back into the room to let him previous self and baby in.
Rook's daughter, as soon as she saw her real oma, held out her hands.
"Oma. Prends-moi."
Rook filled her request immediately, scooping up and restarting his dance routine, this time humming a tune for her. Her face remained as neutral as always, but it was clear from the way she clutched at him and nuzzled her face into his collar bone that she was happy to see him.
"Isn't that wonderful?" your Rook said, leaning into your space. "Such love! L'amour entre un parent et son enfant est précieux!"
"It is cute," you admitted. It wasn't exactly a surprise that Rook would be a dedicated parent when he was dedicated to everything he loved, some would even say too dedicated, but seeing it with your own eyes was kind of heart melting.
"I have to get her home, but it has been a pleasure to see both of you again." He approached you both, pressing another set of kisses to your cheeks and then the first set to his younger self. "Au revoir!"
You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding when he left. There was something a bit overwhelming about standing in Rook's presence, and clearly that wouldn't diminish as he got older.
"To see such a version of my own future," Rook mused. "If there is a future with the both of us, then I would be honoured to live it." He grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. "But for now, I must say goodbye so that you may see off the rest of the children. Au revoir!"
As he left, you caught a glimpse of Ruggie, who looked about as overwhelmed as you felt. You wondered how much he'd overheard.
Whoever arrived next, you hoped they were someone grounded; your heart couldn't handle two people like Rook back to back.
The mirror glowed and you were about to see if your wish would be granted.
JACK
The pair of wolf ears atop the next arrival's head gave away his identity immediately. But despite Jack's familiar colouring and even more muscular body, there was something different about him.
You studied him and quicky decided it was his clothes. The earthy tones and blacks were in character, but the whole outfit just looked so soft. You wondered what had led to the fashion change.
You didn't even have a chance to exchange words before a rapid set of footsteps could be heard racing down the hall. The door handle to the room turned a few times, rattling like the person on the other side was having trouble opening it, before finally, the door swung open.
"Oma!" the little wolf boy on the other side cried out. He was practically vibrating with excitement. "You came to get me!"
All the tension flowed out of Jack's body and he knelt down for his son to run into his arms.
"I'll always come and get you, no matter where, or when, you are," he muttered, cocooning his pup in his strong embrace.
Seeing the matching pairs of wagging tails was incredibly cute. You also had a sneaking suspicion that... yep, your Jack's tail was wagging too. Adorable.
"Oma!" the little boy exclaimed, tugging on Jack's jumper. "Let me in! Hide me!"
With a rosy embarrassed look at both you and his younger self first, Jack then slowly held his oversized jumper up and allowed his son to be tucked inside. The child's head popped out through the top, hair mussed, and rested on Jack's collarbone, giggling.
Ah. That might very well be the reason for the fashion change, you thought, amused.
"It's not time for you two yet," the older Jack said, standing with his son held snuggly in his embrace. "But you looked after him anyway. Thank you."
"It wasn't a big deal," the younger Jack replied, looking away, his tail still wagging.
The older Jack only hummed. "Goodbye."
Clearly he was still a man of few words. Regardless, you waved the two future people off, leaving you alone with your Jack. It was too hard to resist a little teasing.
"You're going to be a really good oma one day. If your tail is wagging now, then I can't imagine how excited you'll be when it's actually your child."
Jack tensed up like he'd been electrocuted.
"It's good exercise for my tail," he insisted, despite the pink cheeks. "That's all!"
He turned and fled from the room before you could answer, leaving you laughing alone in Crowley's office.
But you didn't remain the only one laughing for long.
ACE
Your next guest must have come through while you were distracted, because the sound of sudden laughter joining yours made you jump almost a half foot in the air.
You whirled around, hand over your chest, and were met with the sight of an older looking Ace, who, despite his age, still wore a mischievous boyish smile.
"Ace! You almost gave me a heart attack!" you accused. "Hang on, why are you laughing anyway?"
"Because you're so small and young!" he cackled. "I feel like I could pick you up and put you in my pocket!"
"Yeah, well, you're still annoying, even though you're old."
"Ouch," he mocked, still sounding amused. "But clearly I'm not too annoying for you to be into it," he teased, flexing and showing off.
Out of all the people that had arrived from the future today, Ace was the one you most wanted to reveal the true extent of the situation. He thought you would always choose him? Well, then, you wanted to see how his ego dealt with seeing all the other potential romances that lay ahead of you.
"And speaking of you being literally into me," he said with a leering grin before you could decide whether shattering his ego would be worth the extra work or not, "where's the little menace?"
Speak of the devil and she shall appear.
Ace's daughter pushed open the door with a bang, running straight over to her oma. Your Ace strolled in behind her, hands in his pockets, nonchalant.
Future Ace immediately started hugging and poking his daughter as she did the same back.
"Did you have a good time at my old school, huh?"
"I did! It was awesome, I did so much exploring, and I wish I could go to school here too!" She continued without taking a breath. "But also, your old dorm leader sucked so much! He got mad at me all the time and I didn't even do anything!"
Ace seemed to find that particular complaint incredibly amusing. He burst out into laughter. Present Ace snorted, but you just shook your head, amused and disapproving. Poor Riddle.
The little girl wasn't done though.
"He was such a... such a... such a wet blanket!" she decreed, arms crossed against her chest.
Future Ace bent over at the waist, bracing his hands on his thighs as he laughed uproariously. There were tears in his eyes.
You had to admit it was kind of funny. Sorry Riddle.
"I am- I am-" Ace wheezed and had to take a few calming breaths for before the sentence could get out. "I am so telling him that you said that when we get home."
"Tell him. It's true!" she insisted.
Future Ace snorted again. "Yeah, yeah, speaking of home though, we've got to get back. And not just to antagonise Riddle, but because your Appa will throw a fit if we take too long."
Ace then turned to you and his past self.
"I feel like I should give you wise adult advice or something," he said, squinting his eyes at you both. "I could tell you to make sure you use protection, but, well, I wouldn't want to write the best accident ever out of existence." He signalled his head towards his daughter to make it clear what he was talking about, although she didn't seem to pick up on it.
Both you and Ace went pink. You hit Ace on the arm.
"What was that for?!"
"That 'accident' was definitely your fault!"
"Wha- that's so not fair!" he argued. "It takes two to tango, you know?"
You did know, but you were too embarrassed to think about it too hard.
Future Ace just snorted. "I'll leave you guys to work that out." Then, with one final wink, he was gone.
"Soooo," Ace drawled, putting both his hands behind his head. "Should I take this whole 'possible future' thing as proof that you think I'm hot?"
"Get out, Ace."
He did look like he was going to stay longer, just to irritate you, but as the mirror glowed again, you physically pushed him out the door, trusting Ruggie to handle the rest.
MALLEUS
Just in time too, because the next person that came through the mirror portal commanded all of your attention. You could feel him before you could see him, this oppressive sense of overwhelming magic bearing down on you before the giant figure stepped through.
It was Malleus, but this future version of him was much more powerful, and there was no question about that. You felt a strange urge to fall to your knees as he looked at you, face intense. But then, as he properly took you in, he smiled, and the aura lessened enough to allow you to speak.
"Malleus?" you asked, even though you already knew it was him.
"My dearest child of man." He spoke like you were the most precious thing in the world. He walked over to you and very gently brushed the side of your cheek with his gloved forefinger. "It is remarkable to think that you would be guarding our daughter before she has even come to exist. That thought makes me happy."
"I'm... glad I could keep her until you got here," you said, breathless.
"I knew that she would be safe with you. Can you take me to her now?"
"Um, your past self is bringing her."
He let out a pleased rumble. "Wonderful."
The door creaked open and the girl of the hour walked in, quickly followed by the younger version of Malleus.
"Oma!"
"My dearest daughter."
The older Malleus easily picked her up, and as she snuggled in to him, he just as easily dodged her horns.
The younger Malleus stepped up beside you, watching the future pair with undisguised interest.
"You must have a wonderful family," he commented, still focused on them intently. The future version of him stilled and then turned to address himself.
"It is your family, too, you must simply reach for it," the older Malleus advised. "It is within your grasp so long as you hold tightly."
"I will," the younger version agreed, a heaviness to his words.
Both versions of Malleus looked at you and you laughed nervously. Why did it feel like you were suddenly being threatened?
Advice given, the older Malleus bowed twice, once for you and once for his past self. His daughter followed his lead and did the same from his arms.
"Thank you for ensuring her safety. I must return to my mate and my other children now."
Those were Malleus's parting words, and then he stepped swiftly through the portal and presumably back to his regular life on the other side. It felt like an invisible weight had lifted from the room and you let out a shaky breath to try and calm yourself. The version of you that chose that life must have become immune to Malleus's aura before it had developed so much.
You turned back to the much less intimidating version next to you.
He was staring at you without blinking.
"Are you-"
"I had a most wonderful time this past week," he said. "I will always cherish it."
"Oh." That was kind of sweet. "I'm glad you didn't mind the chaos too much, then. I don't think all of our classmates would agree with you."
Malleus waved his hand like such a thing was irrelevant to him.
"You have further duties to attend so I will not keep you, but I will find you soon. We have much to discuss."
You didn't have enough time to do anything but laugh nervously and agree before Malleus swept from the room and back out into the hall.
Why was this so stressful? You did a quick sum of numbers in your head. At least you only had three more to go.
The mirror glowed as another person began to cross through it.
Three more. You could do it.
TREY
The next man that came through the portal had what you could only describe as a vibe that existed on the opposite end of the scale to Malleus. There was something about him that made you feel at peace, like the man was incapable of hurting others.
Or maybe you were just smelling the freshly baked bread scent that seemed to linger around him.
It was Trey. He had broader shoulders and a bakery uniform on, but otherwise didn't look much different to the version you knew.
"Hey," he said softly, smiling when he saw you. "I'm here to pick up a wayward visitor."
"What's the name on the order?" you teased.
Trey laughed. "Surely you recognise such a regular customer?"
You pretended to consider his words with an elongated hum. "I guess you're right. My assistant is bringing her in now."
The door opened and the younger Trey walked in with the delivery in question cooing in his arms.
"Ah, I see," the older Trey said, amused. "I'm your assistant now, am I?"
You stuck your tongue out at him and he laughed. Present day Trey looked politely confused, but didn't ask, and just transferred the toddler into his future self's arms. The little girl lit up, squealing in delight.
"Hello, my princess," Trey said softly, kissing her on the head. She flailed in excitement and Trey steadied her. "Careful, careful, don't hurt your sibling."
Your mind blue screened for a second as you tried to figure out what he was talking about. You hadn't noticed something off at first, especially not to the extent that Kalim's state had been immediately obvious, but now that you were looking, his bakery apron was sitting strangely tightly around his stomach.
Wow, clearly, if this week had taught you anything, it was that you were insanely virile.
"Thank you for looking after her," the older Trey said. "Here" -he pulled a small box of something that smelt like sweet pastry- "this is for you to share for your hard work."
"Thank you," you said, accepting the box. You were going to have to give these to Trey to stop Ruggie from demanding them as part of his payment. Then again, you considered, maybe the sweet treats would distract him from sniffing out the wad of cash that Azul had given you.
"We should get going unless there's anything else you need us for."
"Do you have any advice for us?" the younger Trey asked. When you and the older Trey looked at him, he scratched his cheek bashfully. "You work at the bakery, right? Did that all work out after school?"
The older Trey sent his past self an understanding look.
"Don't worry about stuff like that, okay? Just do what feels right, and everything will work out just fine."
"What generic advice from a senpai," you giggled. Both Treys laughed.
"Why do you need advice when everything is already working as it should be?" he countered. "If you continue to change an already perfect recipe, you just ruin it." He smiled, bouncing his daughter. "We need to get home. Thank you again, and goodbye."
The older Trey left through the portal, leaving you with the younger one.
"Wow, you're going to get so wise and poetic," you teased, nudging him with his elbow. He adjusted his glasses.
"Are you saying I'm not wise right now?"
"Sure, you're super wise. All teenage boys are."
Trey laughed. "Fair enough. Good luck with the last visits, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Yeah, oh, wait, here, take these." You held out the box but Trey held up a hand to decline.
"Keep them. I can always make my own, after all."
You debated pushing them on him anyway, but instead decided to graciously accept. You waved him out just in time for your penultimate future mate to step cleanly through the portal.
SEBEK
The man that stepped through had the air of a soldier and the weapon sheathed at his side to match.
Sebek, of course.
Before he had even orientated himself in the office, the door opened and Sebek's twins came running in, pushing past you and running to their oma so fast that they looked more like green blurs than children.
Ruggie must have skipped ahead and just brought Sebek up to the outside corridor early, considering it was a fifty-fifty whether it would be him or Ruggie himself.
"Oma!"
"Ommy! Can we have a hug?"
"Of course," Sebek said seriously. He knelt down and they both immediately latched onto him. "It is important for development that I give you frequent physical affection and it has been quite some time since the last one."
You heavily side eyed your Sebek, who fidgeted.
"I take it there were no issues?" Future Sebek said, standing with both his children in his arms. His voice was loud, but not as loud as you were used to. Perhaps having twin babies had taught him about the consequences of constantly shouting.
Your Sebek straightened, ready to give his report.
"No major issues to report! There was one incidence of them both refusing to eat breakfast, but it was solved within the hour! For the most part, they were well behaved children. They were even..." he paused, a light red flush coming to his cheeks. "They were even quite cute at times. For beings that are mostly human, of course!"
The older Sebek pinned his younger self with a hard stare, holding onto both of his children tightly.
"I have learnt, over the years, that there are far worse things to be than... human. I trust that one day, you will learn the same."
It was something so out of character, that you just stared at him, open mouthed. Your Sebek was having a similar reaction, just with a lot more sputtering. The older Sebek ignored him.
"Come, children, we must return. You have your lessons to attend, and I must return to Malleus."
All of the previous stuttering was abandoned as the younger Sebek beamed.
"You are a fully fledged knight of Malleus?!"
"Of course," the older Sebek replied, standing up straight and posturing in a way that reminded you of his horse, Tempest. "My master recognised my hard work and talents, of course, and I have served him with my utmost dedication and strength!"
The younger Sebek was staring at him with stars in his eyes. You felt like a strange version of a third wheel.
"Then we will not keep you any longer! There is no duty more important than serving the young master!"
The older Sebek nodded sharply and, with his two children waving off his shoulder, stepped through the portal without a goodbye.
"I knew that the young master respected my dedication and hard work in serving him and this-"
"Sebek!" you cut off, knowing not to let him get going when you were on a time crunch. "I have one more child to send off. Maybe you should go and check on Malleus? He seemed a little upset to see his future daughter off earlier."
"Address him as 'his royal highness', human!" Sebek demanded, before he registered what you had said and stiffened, alarmed. "WHAT?! The young master was upset and you didn't tell me until now?! YOUNG MASTER! FEAR NOT! I AM ON MY WAY!"
You shook your head fondly as he fled from the room to go and find Malleus, almost bowling Ruggie, and his son, down in the process. You could still hear Sebek even after you could no longer see him. It was almost impressive.
RUGGIE
"Shishishi, guess it's just us left, huh?" Ruggie asked, slinging a shoulder around his son. "What're the odds?"
"You might as well come in now, no point waiting outside," you said, standing back to let them both pass.
"Woah!" Ruggie's son said, looking around the room with undisguised instered. "This room is crazy fancy."
Honestly, you'd probably encourage him to steal something if you weren't sure that Crowley would somehow find a way to make you pay for it.
"Looks like it's time," Ruggie said.
He was right. The mirror shone it's pearlescent glow as the final person, no longer a mystery, stepped through.
The adult Ruggie shared a lot of similarities with your Ruggie, but there was also a slightly different energy about him. He was a little taller, a little broader, and his face was definitely softer than the almost jagged edges of his teenage face. When the older man started to laugh, you felt a real weightlessness that you'd never seen on your Ruggie.
"Oma!"
The young boy ran over to the older Ruggie who laughed and embraced him. You could hear the gentle thwip thwip thwip of their tails brushing against their clothing. The older Ruggie tweaked his son's nose and then pressed a kiss to his forehead when he protested.
It was heart-meltingly cute.
"How come you aren't this cute now?" you said out of the corner of your mouth to your Ruggie.
"Wha- you're saying I'm not cute?" He pulled a wide eyed look with a wobbling bottom lip, his ears flattened against his head. You just laughed, well aware that this look was likely practiced specifically to swindle people. Eventually, he broke, and joined you in your laughter.
"Shishishi, I guess I still have to get some more practice, huh?"
"Did you get in any trouble while you were here?" the adult Ruggie asked his son. Hilariously, the boy pulled the exact same cute innocent look that your Ruggie had just given.
"No," he lied.
Future Ruggie snorted. "Yeah, okay, I believe you." He shook his head, amused. "Come on then, say goodbye, we've got to get back. You've missed enough school already."
"Boo, you're no fun, oma!"
"Yeah, yeah, say goodbye."
You expected him to wave and then race off back to his world, but Ruggie's son actually came over to give you a hug goodbye. How sweet!
"Bye bye! Thanks for having me!"
"You're welcome!" You smiled down at him, ruffling his hair as he grinned up at you.
Adult Ruggie snorted. "Cute. Now give 'em back the envelope."
"I don't know what you mean, oma."
What?!
You checked the back pocket where you'd put the money from future Azul and found it empty. You glared at the boy in front of you; he had tricked you!
The adult Ruggie came over and pulled the envelope out of the boy's back pocket and handed it back to you.
"Shishishi, guess I got caught." Ruggie's son didn't sound very guilty. "Come on, oma, let's go home."
"Before you cause any more chaos, huh? Come on then."
They both left through the portal, Ruggie giving you one final wink.
"Did you notice him taking that from me?!" you demanded, turning on your Ruggie.
"Of course," Ruggie admitted, unrepentant. "He's good, but he's still a kid. He's got lots to learn."
"And you didn't stop him?!"
"Finders keepers."
"You're ridiculous."
The conversation died down and you were hit with how quiet it was. The mirror pulsed a few times and then went dark.
"That was the last kid, huh?"
"Yeah... I know they were only here for a week, but I kind of got used to the constant chaos." You yawned, the exhaustion suddenly hitting you. "That being said, I'm going to go sleep for a week in the blissful quiet, grateful that I don't actually have two dozen children."
"Shishishi, that's fair. I'll walk you back to your dorm and make sure you don't collapse."
You looked at him with suspicion. "What do you want in return?"
"One of those pastries."
You rolled your eyes. "Fine. Come on then. But if you even try to take the white envelope out of my back pocket, I'm breaking both your legs with a bat."
"Jeez, always with the violence. You'll scare off all your possible mates talking like that, you know?"
"Ugh, right now, that's probably for the best."
The only thing you wanted to think about was peace and quiet. You knew that things would probably get a bit weird once what had happened really sank in now that there weren't any distractions, but you could face that later.
And when it came to who, if anyone, you were considering as a romantic interest, well, you decided you would take future Trey's advice and just... do what felt natural.
I can't stop thinking about all the MC's possible future children turning up in the past at the same time, invading Night Raven College with young children. Omegaverse version of course!
Crowley is actually terrified of having this many young children in his school and actually does proactively try to fix the issue.
In the meantime, he excuses all students with children from classes and tells them they have to look after their spawn.
This is so he doesn't have to set up a daycare or something.
MC is also excused and told to just... split their time between all the pups??
Even though there's over 20 🙃
Well... better get going to check on them all then!
Could you do a headcanon for how the dorm leaders and their S/O would react if their kid(s) from the future magically appeared on campus?
I might have gone overboard with this... but at the same time, I feel like I rushed this. I’m so occupied by work that I have to slowly work on this from midnight to six am before heading to bed then go to work around 10 am for two weeks now... I hope it turned out the way you like it. Yes, the ones with unique magic is inspired with FGO’s Noble Phantasms... I’m still stuck in that hellhole of a gacha game. I think you can tell who my faves are by the length I’ve written for them XD
Now, let’s enter this twisted wonderland~
“Queen’s Rose Maze!” All five of the Heartslabyul main guys heard. “Traverse in the twisting maze of the Queen of Roses!”
All of them rushed towards the location of the voice only to see a tiny Riddle with (h/c) hair instead.
“What did I do?!” Heartslabyul A-kun whimpered as he seemed to be stuck in a rose maze.
“As stated by the Queen of Hearts’ Rule #186: Never eat hamburg steak on Tuesdays. You just broke a rule and you must be punished.” The kid scolded. “To think this is what my esteemed father deals with everyday…”
“By father, I assume that would be me?”
Surprisingly, Riddle seems to take this information in stride. The kid will turn around and his suspicions were confirmed.
The kid will run and hug him asking if he’s doing a good job. He introduces himself and everything Riddle asked, (s/n) answered perfectly.
Well, until you showed up that is.
“Mother!” He’ll call out in joy as he bounced towards you.
And there goes Riddle’s composure.
Oh great seven, you two have children?! Is his first thought followed by, We will get married, have children, and be together forever!
While initial surprise caught you off guard, you slowly accepted the fact that you and Riddle are now interacting with your future child.
When he can finally go back to his time his final words made both of you blush.
“Farewell, mother and father!” He’ll wave happily as he disappears. “I have to watch over the twins you two just have after all!”
Wanna try betting who’s redder? (It’s Riddle)
Someone – more like two – that is not him or you is on his bed.
Who dares occupy my bed?!
The little girl stirred from her sleep and upon making eye contact with you two she’ll screech in joy.
“(s/n)! Wake up! Mom and Dad are here!”
Both of you flinched both from the high pitch voice and the statement she just made.
The young boy will wake up as well and greets you two in a much calmer way.
They’ll tell you that someone’s unique magic transported a bunch of kids to the past and now they’re here.
Slowly but surely, you both can tell that (d/n) is a daddy’s girl and (s/n) is a mommy’s boy.
You all decided to take a siesta together, with the children in between.
When you both stirred in your sleep, the kids are gone. There’s a note stuck on Leona’s chest saying that they have to return to their time and they enjoy the siesta as always.
“Can’t wait to have you two soon.” Leona will mutter as he pulled you to him before going back to sleep.
A girl is crying in the lounge and it's disturbing the customers causing a bunch of complaints, forcing the twins to abandon current tasks to find the girl.
As soon as the girl spotted the twins, she grabs on them. “Uncle Jade, where’s daddy?”
Oh, Jade and Floyd are gonna have a field day with this. They kept questioning the poor girl about everything about her time to the point of scaring her.
“Aw, what a cute girl.” You’ll end up cooing.
“Mommy!” Tears are forming in her eyes as she hugs your legs tightly. “Mommy, I’m scared.”
“(y/n), I wasn’t aware you have a child…” You hear Azul trail off at the news.
He’s crestfallen on the fact that you have a child already. He will start doubting himself, thinking, of course, your relationship wouldn’t last, he’s not good enough, that he didn’t realize the kid is running towards him.
“Daddy! Uncle Jade and Uncle Floyd are scaring me again!”
“D-Daddy?!” He’s so taken aback he fell on his bum.
Jade and Floyd are laughing at his reaction while you just stared back and forth towards the child and Azul.
Ironically this is the time one of Azul’s customers decided to eat and run. Just as he asked the twins to deal with it the kid waved her magical pen.
“Everlasting Summer Spree!” And the guy is now over buying almost everything in the lounge. “Splurge in the joys of summer and shop to the fullest!”
Azul is so proud and started babying her with the very money she earned from one customer alone.
When it's time for her to leave he’s crying… which made her cry as well.
Looks like I’m going to be stuck with crybabies… is the only thing you thought of as you smile.
“Papa!” Echoed in the middle of the party that Kalim assembled.
When a young boy tackled him, Jamil was ready to grab the said kid until he noticed their features, and boy did he paled up upon the sudden realization.
“Oya, do I remind you of your papa?” Kalim smiled and hugged the kid. “That’s flattering, kiddo!”
“Uh, Kalim you might want to take a real good look on that kid,” Jamil said as he readied to call you on his phone.
When you arrived at the Scarabia dorm, you see Kalim pampering a young boy that has your eyes and complexion. A table full of food, toys, and jewelry scattered around to make the kid happy.
“Mama!” The boy called out to you while your brain is trying to process everything.
“Isn't (s/n) so cute! He’s really smart too!” Your lover kept on praising the kid as he played with Jamil, who looks like he wants to disappear.
Your mom mode instincts kicked in and scolded the two for overdoing things.
They kept saying sorry as Jamil finally got out of the predicament.
When the kid can finally return to their original timeline, he’ll give one last hug to the entire Scarabia dorm’s students before leaving.
“I’m so excited!” Kalim will tell you with a blinding smile. “Arent you excited as well?”
Vil was looking for Rook when he saw the said man playing with a little blonde girl. The archer noticed his presence so he beckoned the girl to come with him.
“Roi de Poison looks like your beauty runs in the family.”
The little girl did a curtsy as she greeted him. “Greetings, father. I’m (d/n), your daughter from the future.”
He’s amused, seeing as the girl acts gracefully by greeting alone. After doing his usual 5-second head to toe judgment, he nods and beckons her to follow to Pomefiore for a spa day.
No surprise but as they walk the premises of the campus, lots of stares and gossip started spreading.
Before either Vil or Rook can do anything, she once again spoke. “Father, may I ask for permission to use my unique magic?”
This piqued his interest, “Very well, show me what you got.”
“Smile of the Princess~” With an elegant smile flashed to everyone, “Hark, for the fairest’s daughter has graced you her smile~”
You just happened to walk by when you saw the commotion. Color yourself surprised when you saw a girl with Vil’s beauty and grace but with your eyes and preference of hairstyle cast her magic.
You might not have magic but you are quite good at noticing the quirks of everyone’s unique magic. A smile crept on your lips as you realized what her magic really does and who she might be.
They all got enamored with her and waited for her command. “Do get lost and focus on your duties, you pitiful potatoes.”
“As you wish, princess.” Everybody affected by her magic responded and went on their merry way.
“Oh my, so your magic is similar to Monsieur Multi.” Rook happily commented after the display.
“That’s incorrect.” (y/n) responded, already figuring out the true nature of her magic. “Smile of the Princess merely makes her target pay their fullest attention to her. It's her charisma that made them follow her orders.”
“So you noticed as well,” Vil confirmed which you happily nodded.
“Greetings, mother.” She curtsied and introduced herself once more. “We’re currently heading to father’s dormitory to treat our skin. Would you like to join us?”
Ah, so your hunch was right…
“She is going whether she likes it or not,” Vil answered for you as he smirked at your flushed face. “We do need a family bonding after all, don’t we, my dear sweet potato?”
“Yeah… what he said.” You sweatdropped as you unwillingly got dragged to their spa day. “Are we seriously ignoring the fact that she just said we’re her parents?”
“Are you opposed to having children with me?” He raised an eyebrow before facing your kid. “How many siblings do you have?”
“My older brother remains in my timeline with his acting job, father.”
You all end up doing the said spa day and enjoyed getting to know your daughter. You can't help but sigh in relief when she told you that she choose following Vil’s lifestyle of her own will rather than being forced to.
When she has to leave, rather than curtsying, she went and hug both of you instead.
“I know father’s at work and barely spend time with you but please don’t leave him…” She looks away with a sad smile. “He doesn’t mean to make you lonely.”
Against Vil’s protests, you grabbed his hand and raised it with a huge smile. “I promise I won’t let him go until he tells me to.”
Cue to Vil blushing, Rook laughing, and (d/n) smiling as she waves goodbye.
“You better keep that promise, you stupid sweet potato…” Vil mutters under his breath with a small smile.
The one rare time he leaves his room is when he visits you or he’s out to get his pre-orders. Today’s reason is visiting you.
He hears giggling from his brother and what sounds to be another child. He’s so curious if Ortho made a new friend that he didn’t even process the fact that there’s another person in your dorm.
“Big brother! Your son is here!” Ortho happily announced as he pointed at the giggling boy on your lap.
“AAAHHHH!!!!” Idia.exe has crashed. Please restart your system to continue.
“Ahaha, dad is still so jumpy as always.” (s/n) stood up and walked towards him. “Hi, dad! I’m (s/n), your son from the future.”
He’s the main suspect from all these time-traveling shenanigans. Creating a time machine wanting to meet you two which led to all the children wanting to go as well.
He explains the mechanics of the time machine along with its timer-based setting to return them to their timeline with no fail.
Idia is now just so invested in how this creation works that he sat down on the couch with his holographic computer typing notes and giving his ideas to the kid.
You’re just happy that Idia is finally interacting with someone else even if it's his son.
Truth be told when he randomly showed up in your dorm, (s/n) geeked out so much on how he unlocked the secret episode on his life story. He immediately bombarding you with questions about your current relationship with Idia.
It was overwhelming… thank god for Ortho’s random visits that you managed to calm the kid down.
In the end you four played video games – constantly yelling hacks when someone else wins – and had a great time.
When the timer started beeping, he gave you three a hug. “I love you guys! Please don’t forget the parent-teacher meeting tomorrow, Dad.”
“I believe that something you should say to future us…” You sweatdropped as Idia held back a nervous laugh.
“I-I’ll try.”
Le gasp from all three of you.
When (s/n) disappeared, Ortho starts chattering on how he can’t wait to be an uncle. Leaving so he can make lots of detailed plans for the future hangouts he’ll have with your son.
“(y/n),” He caught your attention as his face and hair slowly turns to fiery red. “I may be the biggest introvert in the world but I promise I’ll do anything that I can to make you happy.”
“Huh, I guess this is how Hades wooed Persephone to marry him…” You smirked as he covered his face to muffle his screaming. “Should we start planning for our wedding now?”
You two were having a peaceful picnic by the school grounds when a young boy appeared on top of the tree. He lost his balance though and leave it to Malleus’ fast reflexes to catch the boy with no sweat.
“Thank you, father.” The boy with a striking resemblance of your lover spoke as he regained his footing. “This isn’t how I planned to meet you two…”
“Father?” You two both asked.
“Okay, I’m aware that you are god knows how old but I wasn’t aware you have a child?” You can't help but look back and forth between the two boys.
“Neither do I.” He calmly answers, confusion evident on his face. “I haven’t bed anyone in my whole life.”
“My apologies! I’m (s/n) Draconia, your fifth son from the future.”
Cue to you doing a spit-take. “Fifth?!”
Malleus is just beaming in joy from this news, he does love a big family. Oh, he can't wait for the future to come, get married to you and have children… five children!
“There’s eight of us, actually…” He whispered but you both heard it anyways.
Spit-take part two with a bonus of your face being redder than any tomato in existence and Malleus just vibrating in happiness. “EIGHT?!”
He goes on and telling their names and current accomplishments, all to how the youngest sister is about to be born in a few months.
“So, I guess that actually makes it nine.” (s/n) corrects himself one last time.
You passed out while mumbling “Nine… nine kids…”
As much as Malleus wants to keep talking, he chose to care for you first, chuckling at how you passed out from said information.
He brings you and his kid to his room to make sure you have a better mattress to lay on. The two Draconia’s will keep talking about how the future of the family works.
Oh, imagine the horror on his face when tend to always be at doors death every delivery time. Now he knows that it's quite common for humans to die when giving birth. He second-guesses the idea of having so many children if your life is at stake.
(s/n) have to remind him that they all live, so everything's fine.
After that reassurance, you stirred awake and saw the kid once more. He now wants to snuggle with you on the bed, which Malleus followed suit.
“Mother, please sing me that lullaby again.” He yawns as the older fae encases you two in a hug. “We all love your song…”
You can’t help but smile seeing how adorable your son is being that you hummed the first lullaby your mother has sung to you in your younger days.
You two noticed he’s fading, assuming that he is going back to his timeline once again.
You both placed a kiss on his forehead, saying “We love you, (s/n).”
Malleus chuckles and pulls you close as he peppers your head with kisses. He’s so excited for the future that he’ll share with you and you can't help but feel the same way.
“So… who’s going back to clean up the mess we left at the school grounds?”
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Pairing: Sebastian (Stardew Valley) x Reader / You
Summary: Reader is left adrift after a disappointing relationship with Shane comes to an equally disappointing end, but Sebastian wants to show them how they deserved to be treated all this time.
Tags: Unprotected sex, Filming sex, Friends to lovers, Dirty talk, Past Shane/Reader, Reader was cheated on, Shane-bashing!! (sorry), Making ex jealous, SoftDom!Sebastian, Reader is as gender neutral as possible (I'm used to writing fem!reader so sorry if that shows)
Word count: 3.5k
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Authors note: Based on a request by the lovely @i-live-in-spite ! Apologies for all the Shane bashing but... I had to for the story!!! Someone pls send help making the cover images for these sdv fics, it's so hard :00!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡
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Things had been tense for a while between you and Shane. You could feel it, he’d started acting cold again from time to time, like back when you first met him, not the sweet guy that you had known for a couple of months there when everything seemed fine. You supposed it was just the end of the honeymoon phase, or maybe he was just in some sort of autumn funk, but you assumed it would blow over, he’d had bad days before, but this was just an extended one. Surely. But no.
He’d been cheating on you. When you’d found the conversations on what he’d always told you was a ‘gridball discussion board’ online, you were floored. He’d begged and pleaded with you to forgive him, that he wouldn’t do it again, that he hadn’t even met them in person, but that made it all the worse. He threw away what he had with you, months of effort to get him to trust you, you ignoring everyone who said you were significantly out of his league, giving him kindness and understanding at every turn, for someone he hadn’t even met in person. He continued to plead with you to stay, that it was a mistake and you were better than anyone else, but you were too proud. You gathered what few things you had in his room and stomped out never to return. It hurt, badly, you had put so much time and effort into your relationship with him, an effort everyone told you that you’d been wasting. It seemed in the end, they’d been right all along.
Shane continued sending letters and trying to corner you in town, telling you how much he regretted what he did and how badly he needed you back. Deep down, you knew he only wanted you to come care for him again. You weren’t sure if he’d ever really loved you or if he’d merely used you. How can you cheat on someone you love? Every time he said he still loved you, the words felt more poisonous. He finally begins to leave you alone again after a while, pouting and glaring at you whenever you are nearby, trying his best to look pitiful so you might come crawling back. You couldn’t believe that this was the man you’d thought you’d loved.
A benefit of the end of your relationship was that you were spending more time with friends again, namely, male friends. Shane had always been deeply jealous and insecure, indirectly making you cut off all your male friends, always paranoid that you might choose them over him. What was the expression? Every accusation is a confession? Sam and Sebastian welcomed you back with open arms, not asking many questions, glad you were joining them for pool again. They could tell you were sad, especially the first few weeks, but opted to try to cheer you up rather than ask you about it. It was clear that it was over between you and Shane, and Sebastian couldn’t be more happy.
He’d been planning to make a move on you back in spring, but your relationship had started with Shane and he was out in the cold, even as your friend. He understood though, he knew Shane was deeply jealous, so accepted your apologies and promises never to let someone come between the two of you again. He pays you special attention, letting you win at pool to cheer you up and buying you your favourite drinks, anything to wipe that sad look off your face. He’s occasionally intervened and demanded Shane to leave you alone, which only angers the man further, but he does stand down.
It’s one of those nights where he’s paying you special attention, he’d told Shane to ‘fuck off’ from glaring at you across the Saloon a few hours ago and was staying late with you to talk. He’d missed you a lot while you’d been hiding away from the world with Shane, you seemed so much lighter these days, you almost had a glow about you. He had his arm slung around your shoulder, a risky move which had paid off, listening to you talk on a tucked away couch, just the two of you. You were a little tipsy, not enough to be worrisome, but enough to have you rambling. You’d never really talked about what happened with Shane, but everyone knew it must have been something bad, based on how the two of you were acting. The leading theory in town was an argument about his drinking that couldn’t be solved, perhaps he had broken something while drunk. When you reveal to him that he’d been cheating, Sebastian’s jaw hangs open for a moment. Your cheeks flush and glance around nervously in his silence.
“He what?” Sebastian hisses.
“They hadn’t even met in person it was just… chats–” you ramble, trying to play it down so Sebastian would stop looking at you like that.
“Still! I can’t believe his audacity! To cheat on you… he was insanely lucky you ever even gave him a second glance,” Sebastian scoffs. He’d always felt this way, but knowing what Shane had willingly thrown away, he feels wildly incensed, anger growing inside him. “No one deserves that but especially not you! You’re stunning and he’s… well, him,” he rolls his eyes, if he was a more violent man, he would go knock some sense into Shane with his fists, but he knew you would never approve of that, you were really too sweet for your own good. You blush and look down, shrugging.
“I don’t know about stunning…”
“You are,” he asserts, glancing over your lightly flushed cheeks and shy expression. “He’s a complete idiot for giving you up, seriously,”
“Well, at least he’s disappointing them in bed now, not me,” you giggle, quickly covering your mouth when you realise what you’ve said aloud, eyes widening. The wine you’d had really loosening your lips, letting things out you’d kept to yourself for too long, itching to gossip. Sebastian’s eyes also widen before letting out a bark of laughter, a smirk settling on his face.
“Damn, cold,” he teases, gently poking your arm to get you to lower your hand. He cups your chin between his fingers and tips your head up to look at him, relishing in the deepening of your blush. “He couldn’t please you?” You bite your lip and shyly shake your head.
“He didn’t try that hard… to be fair,” you try to defend, but you hear yourself and know it sounds weak, it’s hardly a defence, just a further indictment of him. Sebastian’s fingers tighten on your chin, anger coursing through him again. You had been an angel sent from heaven into his life and he hadn’t even tried to please you.
“He’s a piece of shit, to be fair, a total scumbag, you deserve everything,” Sebastian declares, his jaw tight. “He should have been giving you like… 5 orgasms a night, kissing the ground you walked on,” he huffs. You giggle at his hyperbole, though your blush deepens, not used to openly discussing stuff like this, especially not with Sebastian’s thumb rubbing your jaw so gently, his face hovering close to yours. You taste the words before he says them. “That’s what I would do if I had you… you would always be satisfied, always,” he purrs, another risky move but he’s willing to make it. You take a shaky breath and slip your eyes closed, your mind filled suddenly with images of Sebastian pleasing you. “I would never be stupid enough to let you go or hurt you, I’d treat you like you deserve,”
Your lips crash to his without thinking, and his hands instantly fall to your waist, tugging you closer. He hums in excitement, he’d been waiting for this for so long and here it was. You taste delicious, with a hint of the wine from earlier that evening and a sweetness that was entirely your own. He tilts his head to press closer to you, tugging you closer until your legs settle across his lap, one hand caressing your hip, the other moving up to your hair. Your arms snake around his neck, pulling the two of you chest to chest in desperation. You had never felt this way with Shane, pure electricity coursing through your veins, your tongues meeting in a sensual dance, swirling and caressing.
“Let me please you,” he murmurs between kisses, hand sneaking onto your back beneath your shirt. “Let me show you what it can be like, let me give you what you deserve,” with a breathless nod, he’s lifting you to your feet and the two of you are leaving the Saloon hand in hand.
The way back to your farm is full of your tipsy giggling, his hands softly brushing up and down your body and frequent stops to kiss. You can’t seem to keep your hands off of each other as you press each other up against trees and fences to have another taste. When you finally arrive at your farm, you stumble through the door, lips still connected, hands fisted in the fabric of his hoodie. Every cell in your body is on fire, you haven’t felt this amount of lust in a while, and all the sinful promises Sebastian had whispered against your mouth on your way here only made the anticipation grow. You pull him into the bedroom, stealing kisses as you go, which he returns with a smile. The eagerness surprises him in the best way, you seem totally obsessed with the idea of finding out what he can do for you, and he’s more than happy to show you. He pushes you down onto the bed, caging you in between his arms, hovering above you, moving his kisses down your jaw. The gasp that leaves your lips and that look in your eyes has his cock straining against his jeans.
“So sexy, babe,” he growls, nipping your collarbone and placing a questioning hand on your stomach, just beneath your shirt. “Can I?” you nod, writhing beneath him. Your shirt is quickly shed and Sebastian looks over your chest with a clear look of arousal. “You’re so perfect, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he kisses and nips all over your chest, playfully making his way down your stomach to hear your breath hitch. He won’t use his mouth now, he feels too desperate to be inside of you, but he’s sure he’ll be using his mouth a lot in the future if he has his way, which it seems like he will. You’re completely willing beneath him, so aroused, pupils blown wide, body flushed and chest heaving lightly. “Want me?” he asks teasingly, toying with the button of your jeans. You nod helplessly. “Where?” he prompts, feeling a little drunk on the power he has over you right now. You huff softly.
“Inside… please, Sebastian, don’t tease right now,” you pout and he chuckles, finding your expression delicious, he leans up and pecks your pouty lips with a smile.
“Sorry babe, I want to be inside you too,” he cups your cheek, kissing you deeper for a moment, which you enthusiastically reciprocate. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he promises deeply, popping open your jeans as he nips your bottom lip, helping you wiggle out of them, discarding them by your bed. There’s a quiet metallic thud and you both disconnect to look down at the source of the noise. “Oh shit, sorry,” he mumbles, realising your phone had been in your pocket, hurriedly reaching down to lift it and place it on the bedside table before returning to your lips.
“Guess you were too eager,” you tease playfully and he agrees with a hum, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, his fingers tracing the edges of your underwear. He is happy to pull back and lift his arms when you start to tug at his hoodie and then the t-shirt underneath, smug when you look over his torso admiringly, eyes dark with lust.
“Like what you see?” he teases, unbuttoning his jeans, imagining himself soon between your legs.
“Yeah,” you sigh softly. “I do…” Not bothered to feel insecure, Sebastian strips his boxers with his jeans, eyes lighting up when your mouth falls open at the sight of him. “Wow…” He knows he’s well-endowed, but is flattered by your reaction, being even more sure now that he can show you a very good time. You lift your hips as he tugs down your underwear, eyes glued on his rock-hard twitching length. You’re incredibly flattered by how aroused he seems as he looks you over.
“So stunning, can’t wait to bury my cock in you,” he purrs, massaging your inner thighs. From the corner of his eye, he notices your phone lighting up but tries his best to ignore it. There were more important things on his mind. He smirks as your body reacts to his words.
“Please,” you breathe. “I need it,”
He doesn’t need asking twice, settling between your legs, carefully positioning himself and making sure you’re ready for him, but as you whine pleadingly, it’s harder to be cautious. Slowly, he begins to press into you, relishing the warmth of you around his cock, squeezing softly. You both throw your heads back in sync, letting out pleased sounds. You feel like the perfect fit, taking him in so perfectly like you were made for him. He glances down to make sure you’re okay, your chest heaving and little whimpers leaving your throat.
“Are you okay babe?” he asks breathlessly, eyes darting to your phone for a moment as it lights up again. You nod and mewl, wrapping your legs around his hips to get him to move. He chokes out a groan as he finally bottoms out, twitching within you. He knew you’d be amazing, but he couldn’t anticipate this. How did you feel so good? It seemed almost inconceivable. How could anyone give this up? He braces himself, his hands on either side of your head, pecking your lips before beginning to slowly rock in and out of you. Your hands fly up to clutch his back, and he groans at the feeling, drinking in the moans you let out against his lips. “Does that feel good? Yeah?” he husks, speeding up a little as your reactions egg him on.
“Y-yeah… oh!” you whimper, your mouth falling open as he speeds up, letting out a constant string of moans. He can hear in your voice just how good you feel and the thought arouses him impossibly more, you’re so enchanting, you drive him crazy. He raises himself a little more so he can look down at you as he thrusts in and out, watching your eyes roll back in pleasure. He grips your hips, lifting you so he can sit up and continue thrusting. The new angle makes you gasp, his name falling as a whine from your lips, which he affectionately returns, smoothing his hands over your body as he ravishes you. He can see your phone continuously lighting up on the nightstand and it’s driving him crazy. He halts for just a moment, met by a whimper of protest from you, to reach over, intending merely to turn over the phone but then noticing who is messaging you.
About ten messages from ‘Shane DON’T ANSWER’ flood onto your screen, including a missed call. Sebastian growls in anger. He remembers you mentioning how he wouldn’t leave you alone no matter how many times you’d asked and how you were considering just blocking his number at this point. You plead softly with Sebastian to continue, craning your head from your lying position to try and understand why he’d stopped moving. Several of the messages mention Sebastian himself, saying how someone had seen the two of you leaving the Saloon together, followed by several insecure accusations. Sebastian can’t help but scoff a laugh at his insolence, picking up your phone and opening it. You raise your brows under him.
“What are you doing?” you ask quietly, watching as he taps through your phone, shifting your hips to try and get that delicious friction back. Sebastian bites his lip and his eyelids flutter, you feel like heaven, and he hates himself for stopping, for depriving the both of you, but he has an idea. He opens your messages, seeing days of Shane talking to himself in your messages, switching between begging and anger. That man was so pathetic, he couldn’t understand what you’d ever seen in him.
“Don’t worry, just lie there for me, babe,” he smirks, opening the camera attached to the messaging app and scrolling to the video function. You’re shifting your hips in search of pleasure again, and it looks so sexy through the camera, watching himself disappear inside of you. He groans loudly, clicking the record button on the screen. The flash comes on in the dim light, alerting you to what’s going on, and your brows fly up. He shushes you by placing a finger to his lips, beginning to thrust into you once more. All your protests die on impact, melting into a choked moan. Sebastian watches, enraptured as he slides in and out of you through the camera, grunting and speeding up, struggling to keep the camera steady when all he wants to do is completely lose himself in you once more. He can hear the steady slap of skin on skin and a mixture of both of your moans. The thought of sending this to Shane, claiming you away from him finally, makes him feel feral, and he thrusts into you even faster and harder than before. He tilts the camera up to show your face, and though obscured by your arm thrown over your eyes, it’s clear who it is. You whine over and over, your lips parted in pleasure. “Yeah? Fuck… tell me how good it feels,” he grunts.
“So good Seb…” you whine lewdly, stretching out the words, shaky with every thrust he gives you. The fact you’ve said his name sends a powerful jolt through his body and he pounds into you harder, making you shout out in ecstasy. He was showing you pleasure you’d never felt before, you’d been a little sceptical at the start of the evening, but now you knew you were never going back, he was hitting some spot within you that had you seeing stars, a spot you hadn’t even known you had, touching it again and again, leaving you in heaven. The fact he was filming you… excited you more than it should have, you couldn’t help imagining what it might look like.
“That’s it, babe, cum for me, yeah… show how much you love it, fuck… you look so sexy,” he husks, pounding into you relentlessly, no longer focused on the camera, staring down at you hungrily. It’ll be clear what’s happening anyway. His free hand is all over you, squeezing and caressing as he continues thrusting with all his might, feeling you tightening around him, your moans increasing in volume. “Yes… that’s it,”
“Seb!” you wail, your legs shaking violently around his hips, pleasure exploding behind your eyes, more intense than you had felt, possibly ever. The knowledge you’re being filmed only heightens the experience tenfold, tingles running up and down your body, a warm syrupy feeling settling in your lower stomach. He whispers soothing praises as you spasm around his cock, making him choke on his words occasionally, still softly thrusting into you. You gasp for breath, still moaning with each aftershock that courses through you. In this calmer moment, Sebastian fumbles with your phone, shakily typing out a caption for the vulgar clip he just captured.
“Don’t text again, we’re busy,” he types, though a little inaccurately in his aroused haze. The message is still clear. He presses send, makes sure it’s gone to Shane and then tosses your phone aside, noticing it already beginning to blow up with messages from him. Your cheeks are burning as you look up at the cocky smile on Sebastian’s face.
“I can’t believe I just let you do that,” you giggle breathlessly as he strokes your cheek with his thumb, still giving you a moment to compose yourself, though remaining inside of you. “I’ll probably regret it in the morning,”
“Nah, babe, you looked so hot, it’s his fault for giving you up,” Sebastian assures, leaning down to peck your lips. You smile and kiss back.
“I felt hot, but still… it’s not exactly something I’m used to,”
“Me neither, but it was sexy as hell, maybe we should do it more often,” he smiles, tucking a few kisses under your jaw.
“Oh? You think we’ll do this again?” you tease. He grins against your skin, moving back up to hover over you, beginning to ever-so-slowly thrust into you once more, making you gasp. He growls playfully.
“Oh yes… you deserve so much more pleasure, babe, and I intend to give it to you,”
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Being locked up inside of a stuffy closet wasn't particularly on your list of goals for the night, and yet here you were, barely illuminated by the soft seam of light daring to leak through the cracks of the door. The night air outside was still young and in bloom, voices leaking through the gap under the door with cheers and Holiday joy. You hear the cork to a bottle burst with a pop, a voice shrieking a happy cry as foam inevitably froths over the bottle, spattering to the hardwood floor of the Saloon.
Your own breath feels as if it echoes around you, bouncing off of the built-in shelves lining the closet, hitting you back in the face with a ring paired in your ears. Your back digs into the sharp plastic faux leaves of a holiday wreath, pulled out in the chaos of decorations brought from the very back end of the space, spewing from boxes, unworthy decorations strewn on shelves and wood panel floors - It was a miracle you hadn't shattered a glass bauble under your feet.
You shuffle, knees feeling wobbled and numb, breath punching out from the depths of your lungs, layering the small space in a sickly sweet warmth, hot and humid as if you were trapped in a sauna. Your fingers twirl into thick and dark tendrils of hair, wound into curls with a tight squeeze of your fingers, flexing every time the hard metallic lap of a pierced tongue grazes hot over your clothed clit. Despite the freeze beyond the front door of the Community Centre, the air inside of the closet was thicker than creamy hot chocolate, heated by the dancing bodies of the townsfolk celebrating the late-night festivities. That, and the spiked eggnog you had nursed through the night, settling under your diaphragm and rising up, a flush that kissed your cheeks, skin already bitten sensitive by the cool air on your walk there. And of course the man between your legs had a helping hand with it too - Lengthy fingers grabbing around the soft squish of your thighs, thumbs daring to dig just enough to have you squirming. Sebastian’s hands were slender and elegant, decorated with glinting rings and cracked nail polish, said nails digging loving crescents into the supple soft of your skin.
He had you sighing, swallowing down milky-thick saliva, your eyes catching his own, dark brows furrowed in focus as his lips latched with a smush against your mound, a breath heavy and hot on your cunt.
Now how exactly did you end up here anyway?
There was something of a Holiday Party occurring - A new tradition since the Community Centre had been cleaned up, spacious for the entirety of the town to attend, freely mingling and dancing away with a few pocket groups chatting on the sidelines. The more “Adult-Adults” - The Parents of many young people of the Valley - Congregated by the fire, letting the flicking warmth absorb into their skin, soothed from the chilling bite of the outside with their own fire burning up in their guts, born out of the little treat of alcohol they sipped at. Others mingled elsewhere, spread across the varying rooms, even the children ran and played in the crafts room, welcomed now that festivities didn't have to take place in the depths of the Saloon or the frosty outside of the Town Square.
You were with your usual gaggle of friends; Samson, Abigail and Sebastian, tucked away by the storage pantry, sat on crates and barrels filled to the brim with bits and bobs. You giggle airily at Sam and his usual antics, nursing your cup of eggnog while you shift on your makeshift box-seat, careful to avoid lodging a splinter in Yoba knows where. The vibe was cozy, wrapped in a glowy warm as you look between your friends, a buzz in your tummy leaving your head a little light, lips a tad looser than before.
Your eyes land on Sebastian, propped up on his own crate, chin tilted up high enough to reach the crack of an open window, blowing hot nicotine smoke from his lips into the brisk chill outside. He drags his cigarette hard, the end firing to life with a burn of hot orange, ashes flecking off of the edge before it dies away, smoke carried into his lungs to settle before he blows out once again. He was methodical, practiced in the movements as if he’d sneaked a puff of tobacco before, pierced tongue wetting over his lips, spit surely warm enough to battle the cold kiss of night air reddening his mouth with a blush.
You can’t help but watch him, eyes soft with puppy-love, attention easily slipping away from the present conversation. It was a known fact that you harboured a few feelings for the dark and mysterious man - To you and your other friends at least - Having Samson and Abigail on your back about just asking Sebastian on some sort of date, heck, they’d even offered to set the entire thing up! But there was something that nibbled at your subconscious, a whisper chanting doubts into your thoughts like an earworm, suck on repeat as if it were a bad but catchy song. They assured you, swore up and down that he totally felt the same! But you couldn't let yourself believe it, stuck in a loop of pitiful pining, drooling like a dog with its favourite treat just out of reach, dangled above your head like the sweetest forbidden fruit.
You're snapped out of your trance with a soft kick to your shin, Abigail’s boot tip connecting with the bone enough to jump a startle out of you. She was snickering, and so was Sam, eyebrows raised with a soft mocking cat call, ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ whistled slyly under their breaths lest the other man notice. You pout at them, hiding the expression behind another sip of spiked eggnog, eyes squinted enough to show off your unamusement and potential embarrassment.
The thick brandy-laced custard slides down your throat with a swallow, adding to the warmth flushing inside your tummy, aided with the bashful sear brought on by Sam’s continued pokes. The alcohol leaves a subtle burn on your tongue, a bubbling in your stomach, turning the sweet and giddy fizz of a crush into something thick and near nauseating. You smack your lips, letting them pout into a small frown, tongue poking past in a childish manner before you let yourself giggle again.
Abigail hops up, sauntering to Sebastian to bum a cigarette off of him, joining by the slight crack of the window on the other side of the room, out of earshot for the next few babbles Sam had for you.
“He looks good tonight, doesn’t he?” Samson ever the lightweight dares to slur your way, cheekily taunting at the crush he knew you harboured for the other man. At first it was all comforts and sweet reassurances, repeating the same lines over and over- Of course you're pretty, of course you're his type, he looks at you too you know? - Until it morphed into not-so-subtle teases and jabs, Sam and Abigail growing tired at the same song and dance of reassurances, opting to wiggle their eyebrows and wink with a coo every time they caught you even glancing at Sebastian. They cared still, obviously, soothed away at the sharp stabs of insecurity that wriggled it’s way past the wall of your inner thoughts and out to them, these days the comforts presented themselves in a sly glance and a knock on your back forcing you to bump into the dark-haired man.
It was true that he did look good tonight; Hoodie swapped for a fitted black button down, coat forgotten at the door with the swallow of warmth inside the building. Piercings all matched with a dark silver sheen with rings to pair on a few of his fingers, bracelets and necklaces tied everything together, sheening behind his unbuttoned collar and rolled up sleeves.
You always hung out with the man in a group, surrounded by the others as a social buffer. Of course you had settled down in Abigail's room many nights past, eating snacks and playing video games until the ranch rooster crowed and the sun kissed its way up and over the horizon. Heck, you'd even spend afternoons with Sam, walking him home from work and staying until dinner, brainstorming music and chatting general nothingness until his mother had politely asked you to head home.
But Sebastian was another story. How could you invade his sacred space for your own amusement? You could barely open the door to his home for his mother's services without biting your bottom lip and looking at each nail in the floorboards for a distraction, heart tingling at the idea of just seeing him in his natural habitat. A group meant safety, in numbers and outlets, avenues to sprint down in case of an emergency - The emergency being your hopeless and stumbly feelings for him.
Of course you talked to him, chatting away at your interests and his alike, walking drinks from the bar to the pool table with your eyes locked all doe on his face. You had a fair amount in common as well, but that darn bubble in your stomach often kept your feet glued to one spot, a half smile directed towards him in acknowledgement to whatever he would say.
– “You reckon that ring’s new? Looks kinda new…” Sam continues, pondering his astute observation, prying his way past the protective wall you had meticulously crafted surrounding your social body, urging for a comment.
“Maybe..” Your reply is short, safely guarded behind the fear of alcohol loosening your tongue. Sam hums, tilting his head, not at all hiding the fact that he was analysing the man by the window, smoking his way through a conversation, puffs of thick nicotine coming with the replies he had for Abigail before he sticks his head out of the window to blow again. You try not to stare, missing the way Abigail points your way, beaded bracelets on her wrist giving a clacking jingle, her own teasing comments falling off of her tongue with a steady drip of amusement.
“Should ask him.” Sam’s voice chirps again. Subtle teases, as always, trying to push the pair of you together like a girl does with her dolls, announcing the prophet of “Now Kiss!” while smushing their plastic faces together. It had happened once; Sam convinced you to go against him at the pool table, clumsily cracking the triangle of billiard balls with his pool cue, unmanaging to sink either solids or stripes. You admitted you hadn't a clue about how to play, and you were sure you were off the hook until the sunshine boy beams that cheeky, toothy smile at you.
“Sebastian will help!” he had exclaimed, failing to hide his grin when the raven-haired man shrugged and stood from the worn-out Saloon armchair he had been resting in. Though a little initially shy, Sebastian was one to open up with a little push.
That night was something of a struggle. Feeling the warmth of Sebastian's chest laying over your back, lengthy, nimble fingers drowning your own as he guided the pool cue, digits wrapping around the thrumming artery that pulsed in your wrist with a squeeze, just enough to have your head reeling. Click and clack went the sheeny resin balls, sinking into the holes of the pool table with an easy thrust of the cue thanks to Sebastian’s assistance, practically babying you through the process. His cologne stuck to you that night, soft and spicy and barely a hint of sweetness, bled into the threads of your top- Yoba, you’d never properly admit it but you didn’t wash the poor thing for far too long, not until the thick stain had properly lost its essence. The imprint of his body was something unforgettable, towering over your back, chin tucked by your ear, breaths slow and careful, full of focus as he whispered instructions with every turn, guiding your body as if you were his puppet.
Ever since, it seemed to be Samson’s mischievous mission to pin the two of you together.
There were countless attempts only ending in hot embarrassment, the need to recreate a one off moment only becoming a tangled mess with its execution, like a failed flash mob two counts out of time. But you couldn’t be mad at Sam, in the end he was only trying (and mostly failing) to be your wingman. You squint at him, watching the blonde obnoxiously play with the bar lodged in his tongue, leaned back upon a box from his spot on the floor, eyes fuzzed out of focus in deep thought. Well, as deep as Samson could manage with the clear wash of tipsiness leaking from his body language. He huffs a sigh and chuckles, a goofy, lopsided grin leaning your way before it's hidden by his own sip of his drink, his pierced eyebrow raising as if to dismiss the curious thoughts you had swirling around behind your forehead.
Sam hops up, a sway in his movement, humming under his breath as he explores a nearby storage closet, spewing out Christmas decor used to add Holiday Charm around the rooms. Ever so nonchalant. He rifles loudly, snickering to himself when he finds a dusty Santa hat, putting the wretched thing over his mane of hair before he continues on. The other pair make their way back over, the window now fully shut, locking in the warmth of the Community Centre, any remnants of the bristly chill snuffed out with a warm wash. Sam’s antics were loud, hands roughly exploring the space, pulling things out that surely shouldn’t be touched - At least not by him of all people. Sebastian and Abigail sit either side of you, the male opting to share a corner of the wooden pallet crate you had situated yourself on, very nearly pressing his bicep into your own as he watches Sam.
“Duuuude..” The blonde calls with a hiccuped laugh, practically jumping into a box to nab at something. Sebastian tilts his head, an amused quirk of a smile plastered on his pierced lips, the point of a double vertical labret (Not snakebites as Sam always annoyingly calls them) lifting with the action.
“That can’t be good.” Sebastian’s voice cracks soft, tone low enough for only you to hear, like a hidden inside joke. Of course, you giggle, top teeth sinking into your bottom lip to stifle the noise, your brain letting you laugh so effortlessly, as if you were a crushing school girl - Yoba it felt silly, and yet your body strives to work against you.
“I’m scared..” You mock a wobbly tone, a fake frown on your face which easily turns upwards as Sam yelps, coming up with his lucky-dip mystery prize he’d yanked up from the box.
“Ooho..” The blonde calls, lifting up the very thing he had practically dived for; A stringy and sad looking worn-out piece of plastic mistletoe, decorated with a gnarly bright red ribbon in the beginnings of the end of its life, fraying right at the edges in wispy fabric feathers. His grin turns shit-eating, eyes darkening in your direction, dangling the sad plastic plant as if it were poison ivy, ready to rash anything it touched. “Ohh, Sebby-Webs~” He teases, making a wet, spit-filled kissy face at the other man.
Sebastian rolls his eyes with a huff, pulling out his lighter and flicking the flame to life with a hearty click, a silent threat against the very existence of the sad excuse of mistletoe. Sam makes a show of pouting, sniffling faux snot up his nose in defeat before his attentions turn to you.
“He’s so mean, right?” He keeps up his pout, fake tears in his eyes. “You’ll smooch me, right?” He looked like a kicked puppy, bottom lip wobbling as he neared you, holding the plastic piece above your head. He looks to Sebastian, a glint in his eyes and a near smirk daring to twitch on his lip, stirring the pot, so to say. You fake a gag, looking to Sebastian to spout a joke but the man looked.. Well, tense. Brow furrowed just enough, body stiff in his spot beside you compared to the lucid and wobbled movements of Sam. “Just oneeee~” The blonde begs, teasing at you, making another puckered kissy face as he dramatically leans in.
Another one of his forced proximity plans perhaps-
A lean hand smushes into Sam’s lips, ring clad fingers squishing his cheeks, firmly but gently shaking his head. Oh, it was on now. A roughhousing play fight between the two men, giggles and fake insults, Sam and his mistletoe with pucker kissing noises now directed back to Sebastian. “Kiss meeee, kiss me- You know you want to~” Sam would sing, only to be refuted by Sebastian calling him some sort of choice word. You and Abigail can only look to one another, a stifled smile as the boys go at each other- Until an unhealthy crashing tumble occurs.
Sebastian yelps a swear, falling back on a box within the closet space, saved by the crinkle of tinsel rather than any sharp and nasty decorations. You don’t think, jumping to your feet, eggnog forgotten as you spring to help him.
“Seb-! Are you alright?” You reach him, lending your arm for him to use you as leverage, doing your best to pull him free. You get him up and standing, faced with his collarbones with his height compared to your own, closer than you initially had thought you'd be, the space tighter than it seemed with all the storage boxes-
A chuckle comes from the door, Sam with a teeth-filled and lopsided grin, one hand on the frame and the other tossing the sad little plastic mistletoe right at you before the door comes to a hearty, thunking close. Boisterous laughter is muffled, taunts of “Behaving” going nearly unheard as crates scrape against the hardwood floors, only logically being pressed against the door, successfully locking yourself and Sebastian inside of the tiny storage closet.
This felt juvenile, as if you were thrown into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, the door un-opening as you try your best to push - No luck.
A hand rests snugly on your waist as Sebastian leans over, trying his luck at pushing the door to get it moving along its hinges, palm and fingers spread flat over the wood. It's a futile attempt. He chokes around a pant as he tries again, breath straining with a soft whine right at the back of his throat with his pushing, forming into a weak and disheartened groan of a sigh when he fails again. He swallows, breathing huffed, squared to catch himself before he braces to try again.
“Seb-” Your voice calls with a crack, your hand daring to reach for his bicep, giving him a soft squeeze, heavy with your touch thanks to the soft swirl of alcohol in your stomach. “Hey..” You try again before he relents, face snapping to yours in the dimmed-down closet, barely illuminated by the crack under the door. His breaths huff against your lips, hot and laced with tobacco and a wash of mint in a feeble attempt to mask the smell. He had managed to work up a small sweat with his attempts, smoker lungs surely fiery behind his ribs, puffs coming to an easy slow, air still coming from past his lips, brushing into yours like a faux kiss.
His hand on your waist doesn't move, plastered stuck right in place before the other joins, holding you right there - Closer than arm's length. You hear him swallow, see the bare brush of his tongue swiping over his lips, wetting them with saliva, piercings glinting with the bare shine of light. “Fuck..” Comes his voice, barely above a whisper, more rounded with the shape of his mouth and that harsh digraph sound nestled at the back of his throat.
It's quiet - So, so quiet. Save for the shake of your breaths, coming into a rhythm, forced into tandem as you try to make out Sebastian’s face in the dim. Your pulse thrums in your ears, thumping like a ball in your throat, gushing red-hot anxious blood to your head, already washy and tipsy drunk off of that damned eggnog- The air between you seared, hot tension rising as you come to terms with exactly what just happened, a heavy weight of mortification washing down your shoulders and to your toes, curdling the contents of your stomach into something bubbly-sick. It was as if a kettlebell fell down on your head right as you’d jumped down from high up, a spiking shock running up your legs and down your shoulders, meeting up in the middle. Your hand moves to come off of his bicep, the squeeze of your fingers off from his flesh-
One slender hand moves up, cupping at your ribs as if to stop you, accompanied by a short and startled disapproving hum, rumbled from Sebastian’s throat. You stare at him, he stares back, eyes searching left, right, left, right, flicking and unknowing of where exactly to look- Until he sighs, air punched from his gut before his head drops, carefully landing on your shoulder, face turned into your neck. His piercings barely press a graze to your sensitive skin, poking dully on your pulse, scraping as he speaks right under your ear.
“Sorry.. C-Can..” Your body sparks a shiver. “Can I..?” He asks, such an open-ended question had your brain searching all the ‘what ifs’. You mouth his name with a whisper, a questioning tone pitched up before he hums a long sound from his chest. “I can’t take it anymore- Really.. Fuck- Can I just..” He huffs another breath, a thick swallow following down his throat. His lips graze a trail up, pressed right by your ear as he asks; “Please-” exacerbation and frustration, it oozes off of him, “Tell me I can kiss you- Yoba I can’t...”
Was this an eggnog induced hallucination? Was your sick pining something mutual? No more clawing through the six feet of thick insecurity to grasp at measly straws or long over the reassurances Sam and Abigail had gifted you? It was your turn to beg a short please of your own before your lips were captured in a desperate lock - All teeth and tongue, clumsy in movement, heads turning to find the perfect fit. Sebastian's hands wander, caressing up and down your sides, to the small of your back, letting them dive further to cup the fat of your ass as his tongue moves to take over your mouth. It swirls lovingly over your own, the ball of his tongue bar rolling and lapping, tastebuds dragging rough against each other, sloppy with spit and tipsiness, each and every breath of his tainted with a moan that cracked its way up his throat. His piercings poke against your lips, kissing them raw with every move of his mouth on your own until he lets your bottom lip thread through his teeth with a needy bite.
He pecks you hard, capturing your lips in a short frenzy before he's back on you again, deep and needy, pulling your body towards his own, soft in comparison to his lean build. You throw your arms around his neck, fingers twirling girlishly into the back of his hair, giving him a sweet tug with every few kisses you give back. His tongue is on you again, lips parting with a groan as he licks into your mouth, the mixed taste of whiskey tainted custard-cream and spiced smoked tobacco swaps with your spit. The air around you thickens, noses huffing against each others cheeks as you try to catch your breath, unwilling to part from the sloppy lock of your lips - Curse the need to breathe, Sebastian pops off with a wet puckered sound, a line of spit still connecting you together. His arms tighten, fingers turning into a claw to grab at you, anything he could get his hands on, his lungs huffed up choked breaths, head shaking in some form of disbelief.
“Fuck.. Yoba-” His lowered voice calls. Your response is barely a squeak before he's on you again, capturing your lips between his in a hot and heavy manner, pulling you into his body, pressing himself against you, the finality of having you in his arms coursing a magma-hot sear through his blood. His knee rests between your legs, an arm caged around your upper back, caressing and rubbing in a feverish frenzy, bundling the fabric of your clothes into desperate fists while the other rubs circles into your hip, tugging right at the waist of your pants. You feel it, the hot pulse of something down below, the strain of his cock pressing up against the seam of his jeans and by proxy, poking against your own body. “I.. Fucken’... Need you.” It’s said between kisses, slurred against your lips, “F’So… Long.. Too fucken’.. Shit-.. Too, mmph.. pussy to say-” That's when you cut him off, a sweet tug to his hair with one hand and a cup to his chin with the other, tippy-toeing your way to press against him, kissing up, chasing his mouth.
“Shh..” You soothe, your own desperation showing as your palms come down to massage his shoulders, caressing up and down his chest over the sheeny smooth fabric of his button down. Your fingers trace against his collar, dipping past the edge of his shirt, already slightly unbuttoned from the top to show off the silver chain of his necklace. Another swear comes from his pierced lips, hands leaving your body for barely a moment for him to tug at the strip of fabric housing the plastic buttons, pulling the poor placket open with a needy tug, losing at least one rounded badge with a snap, the poor little thing landing on the floor with a bounce before it was forgotten completely. His chest was exposed, milky skin bright enough to see in the dim light, sparsely dotted moles dancing over his otherwise clear skin. It's warm against your touch, tacky with the rise of sweet arousal, in the beginning stages of working up a heated sweat.
His hands are back on your body, reaching for the hem of the ‘ugly sweater’ you’d picked out for the night, decorated with kitschy Holiday motifs sewn into the knit. It was one of your last layers you wore to the party that night, a warm and cuddly jumper and scarf left to sit in a neat pile. Off it came with a tug over your head before his bare hands were on your skin, forcing sweet shivers in every spot he touched, sparking like needle pricks with every squeeze and brush. His lips brush into your neck with open mouthed kisses, bites and bruises peppered into your skin- Your nails dig into his shoulder, dragging down his front before your palms flatten, taking in the feeling of his body against your fingertips. “Sebastian~.. Mmnn..” Your head tilts back with a sweet chirpy moan, giving the man all the access he could ever want to your body, thoughts swirling behind your closed eyes, dizzy with the slur of alcohol inebriating your finer thinking ability. Yoba, you didn’t care- Couldn't care less towards the fact.
Sebastian bites against the strap of your bra, the elastic snapping against your shoulder before he mouths at your collar bone, sinking down to the valley of your breasts, bent over to press tender kisses and love bites into the once untouched and hidden skin. You reach back and fumble with the clasp of your bra, picking at the stubborn latch to free your tits, feeling the wet spit of his kisses linger coolly with the huff of his breath.
“Hahh.. Shit..” His voice pipes up again. Kisses come back up, arms wrapping snug around your body to squeeze you into him, tits squishing into his nude chest all soft and pretty, the rougher poke of his necklace making an imprint into your skin. His hands are grabby, arms flexing to hug and pull at you, teeth sinking into your neck, over your collarbones, wet kisses smothered up your jaw to your awaiting lips.
“S-Seb-!” He only groans in response, head nodding as if to say ‘I Know,’ pierced lips dragging into your skin with the movement. Your hands grab his face, cupping his jaw on either side, thumbs caressing in rough swipes, feeling the subtle grain of his shaved face under the pads of them. You grab back at him, palm sliding down his neck, massaging into the bob of his Adam’s apple, against the slope of his shoulder into that tender trap muscle, skin soft with peach fuzz until you move to his chest, feeling the slightest wiry rough of chest hair, barely enough to frame his torso. You rub the expanse of his chest, hands between your pressed bodies, kissing hot and sloppy, tongues swirling, lips fully parting to moan into his mouth as your thumb brushes over his bare nipple, feeling the hard metal of a piercing. It sends a thick course of arousal to your core, throbbing behind the press of your pants.
You squirm, rubbing your thighs together for a sweet release, anything to feel the sticky heat of friction against your budding arousal- Yoba you don’t have to chase it though.
It's like he reads your mind, his hand allowing itself to press between your legs, long and dexterous ring-clad fingers pushing against your mound in a caress, palm pressing richly hot pressure against your clit. Your lips part in another moan, eyes rolling softly, allowing your lashes to flutter into a dreamy close, body melting as if you were moulded out of thick molasses. Things were getting hotter - Heavier - Pleasures beginning to spark under fingers and they soothe and caress, as Sebastian’s palm grounds rough at the seam of your pants, fingertips pressing their pads against your clothed fluttering hole. Your lips part from his with a breathy gasp, his name hot on your tongue, barely whispered, those syllables rounded as you suck air into your starving lungs. Yoba, it's all you can say - A mantra of his name over and over with every few seconds, spewing from your lips as if you knew nothing else.
He breathes your own name back to you, rasped off of his pierced tongue before his kisses are on your throat, nose nuzzling in slow shakes of his head. His hand comes up, swiping the button to your pants with his thumb and forefinger, zipping down the fly enough for him to connect closer - His fingers dip behind your panties, the taught elastic band surely digging into the back of his hand as he glides his digits over your drooly folds. He outwardly groans, another ‘Fuck’ grit through his teeth. You whimper, head leaning into him for comfort, thighs squishing around his teasing hand. Ohhh that was it- The sweet dip of his long middle finger sinking into your wetness, past the weepy ring of your cunt, coated in sweet drool as he dares to curl. You bite into your bottom lip, a long and keened hum following his actions.
“God- Yoba..” He stains, his finger working its magic, curling sweet caresses, a beckoning of ‘come here, come here!’ over and over again. “You’re so.. Fuck- so wet..” He says in bewilderment, tongue running over his kiss-bitten lips, past the metal pierced through them. You nod, an ‘All f’you’ about to drip off of your tongue if it weren't for the grind of his palm sparking a delicious pressure against your clit- Instead you moan, a pathetic affirmation of a noise whining out. One became two, the slip of his ring finger clad with a ring, in fact, easily being stained with the sweet and creamy nectar of your cunt.
Oh, how he works them into you. Cupping your pussy with his lean hand, lengthy fingers rolling sweet curls against the gummy little spot inside of you, giving you his palm to grind back on, lips kissing at the top of your head, huffing an enamoured chuckle each time you clench your squishy thighs against the bone of his wrist and the dig of his bracelets. Yoba, it forces him to be rougher with you, a game to push past the tight trap of your thighs, free himself from the confines all so he could fuck into you. You look up at him, eyes glassy from the abuse of his fingers, pressing right where you needed him. You flutter a blink, bubbles of tears threatening to fall past your bottom lash, doe and unfocused with a pouty bite to your lip.
“Hohhh.. Fuck, that's it.” He holds you into him as your legs go jelly-soft, a hot wash of ditzy dizziness creeping up your knees as his fingers fuck and curl. He stares right at you, brows furrowed in an upward pinch, a tug of a frown born out of hot arousal and focus appearing right at the corner of his lip. Your breaths hitch, rapid, in pace with a sinful hiccup tainting any feeble attempt at speaking-
“Seb.. ast-tian~” It's almost like a warning, sharp with arousal and stuttered in pleasure, breathed inward as you gasp, hands fisting into the fabric of his open button-down like a lifeline.
“Hmmn?” He hums with a nod - Right there. Sebastian was right where you needed him, his fingers mashing into that supple little spot inside of you, that sweet and spongy swell that had your brain all foggy. “What is it, Princess..?” The name alone had you melting further than you thought was possible, your entire body rippling with a sensation that felt as though you were on fire. Your fingers tighten on the fabric of his shirt, chin tilting up in a desperate plea, lip bitten raw and in need of more kisses.
Of course, he obliges, hearing your begs despite the lack of a peep chirped from your throat - Slow and deep - That's how he kisses you. Capturing your lips with a sweet bite of teeth, tongue caressing your own with a loving lick, out of time with the hot and feverish way his fingers fuck your cunt. The juxtaposition only adds to the wobble in your body, coming closer and closer to the very edge, moans drunk up by his lips, swallowed with a happy humming in his throat. One hand comes off of his shirt collar, fingers curling around Sebastian's arm, your soft palm feeling the bump of his wrist bone press into it, greedily pushing him into you while your hips hump back on his digits.
“I..- I’m.!” You can barely formulate your sentences, whipped thicker than cream under his spell, the sinful caress of his fingers beckoning in your cunt.
“Fuckk, Babe.. S’okay- I gotcha’..” Sebastian promises. You cling to him for dear life, your body leaning its weight against him, pushing him further into the wedge of shelves supporting the both of you. You feel it, that spark right at the bottom of your tummy, twisting and turning, firing into ignition as your thighs clench and squirm. So close- So, so close!
Any attempt at a legible sentence is easily cut with a gaspy whimper, crying out as you cream over his knuckles, properly messing up the fabric of your panties with gushy slick, bleeding pat and surely leaving a messy wet spot on your pants. Even with the taut press of your waistband limiting the man’s movements, he doesn't let up, curing those lengthy fingers through the rush of your orgasm, feeling the clenchy release lovingly pulse on his knuckles. He works you through it, eyes wide and enamoured with the way he had you, closer than arm's length, the sole reason for the sweet bliss that rushed through your body - “Shit- That's it.. Thaaat’s it- Fuck.. Look at me.. Look at me-” You obey, fucked out eyes flicking up to his, seeing the wash of arousal pool and swirl behind his dark lashes, his lip bitten bruised as he focuses on you, enamoured. “Feels good? Hmmn?” He nearly begs for reassurance, huffing a relieved laugh when you nod, your body twitching with each sweet pulse.
His lips attack yours, hungry and hot, throat groaning up a delicious noise you couldn’t help but eat up, body on fire with the way his palm rides you through the remnants of your hot burst of arousal.
“Fuck..” His hand softens its press, fingers giving a last curl before he carefully pulls them from the confines of your pants. They're drenched and sticky, dribbles of arousal sticking to his fingers like a lattice, spider webbing with a sinful drip that had you clenching your thighs once again. It drips over his rings, cream and slick mixing with the precious metal, soaked knuckles curling as his lips part, tongue lapping a lick before they’re suckled into his mouth.
The groan he lets out is near animalistic, needy and punched from the depths of his lungs, his own arousal going painfully unnoticed only pressing harder and stricter against the seam of his jeans. The man murmurs, words raspy-hot on his tongue; “Need more of’ya-”
It felt almost comical to describe the next moments as a blur, but the post-orgasm airiness lingering in your boozed tipsy brain had your perception flicking with a whack of whiplash. Turned from your position, the skin of your naked back now pressing into a collection of forgotten Holiday decorations, a slight itch thanks to the plastic of a faux wreath. Your pants are tugged down, eager fingers hooking into your waistband and stripping you of your bottoms, it's a short fumble, hot and clumsy, the air within the closet turned stuffy with breath and sweet arousal-induced sweat.
Hands are on you, flat palms squishing into the flesh of your bare thighs, fingers still slick, pressing their pads into the sensitive, rarely caressed skin - Thumbs daring to dig just enough to have you squirming. His lips are next, sharp with the bud of his piercings and the nips of his teeth, daring to suckle a bruising kiss against your inner thigh, piping up a squeak from your throat, another call of his name. You search for Sebastian in the dim, eyes focusing on the milk of his skin reflecting off of the crack of light, his being nestled comfortably between your legs. His dark hair parts with an affectionate caress of your fingers, looping themselves through his locks to pat him. He hums against your flesh, warm on your skin, breath moist with humidity born out of the hot and tacky stick of arousal leaching into the air from your bodies.
He smacks his lips on the skin of your thighs, itching up and up, further into the centre of your heat, nails digging loving crescent marks into your skin with every eager grope. He kisses against your bikini line, right by the taut elastic hugging at your upper leg, hiding away the sweetness of your cunt behind a wall of silky pantie fabric. He nuzzles his nose into the crevice connecting your thigh to torso, the point of it dragging over your clothed cunt with an affectionate press accompanied by a shameless inhale. Sebastian sighs something dreamy, lips peppering kisses that had your breath hitching, right over the mound of your heat - So pretty and accentuated with the tight and taught pull of your panties, outlining the swell of your pussy. Yoba, he swallows thick, gulping down saliva that dared to pool under his pierced tongue.
Your arousal sticks to his lips, pooling a clear wet spot in your panties, a target for him to kiss at, to tentatively lick at, feeling the slick remnants of your previous orgasm wet on his tongue. He groans- More of that taste on his tongue, eyes heavy as they look up at you, washed over with need. Your fingers twitch, straining against his scalp, tugging his dark strands enough to have him diving right in.
His lips latch to your clothed cunt, impatient to get more of you on his tongue. The soft prick of his lip piercings press a spiky pressure on your sensitive mound, a reminder harsher than the eager lap of his tongue- Yoba.. Fuck- His tongue, strong and flat, licking between your pantie clad folds, adding his own drooly spit to the mess staining the poor fabric. His lips purse against your pussy as he indulges, eyes fluttered shut, thick, dark brows creased into an affectionate scrunch, full of focus.
“O-Ohhh.. Seb… I’m.. I need..” You breathe past the burn of your lungs, panting with jolty huffs each time his lips and tongue brush over the fabric covering the sensitive bud of your clit.
“Hmm.. Mhmmn-” He hums, smacking a harsh kiss before he pulls off, “Need to- Fuck, need my tongue on you. Gotta-” He shakes his head, kissing at his teeth with a ‘tut’ before his thumb dares to leave your thigh, hooking at the fabric of your panties in a motion to pull them aside. He looks to you, a thick gulp down his throat as he watches your head bob- Nod, nod, nod goes your head, almost in desperation to just feel him again, fingers curling in his hair, clenched with arousal and the budding frustration to just make him take you already. Yoba, he was sweet, though, the sentiment of him asking such things, checking in with a silent ask for consent, making your back teeth grit in hot enamourment.
Sebastian takes it, your gifting nod, and eagerly yanks your underwear to the side. His thumb pulls your panties taut, shifted aside to show off the wet glisten of your folds, gushy with your last orgasm, puffy and swollen thanks to the prior abuse of his fingers, good enough to kiss-
Obviously, he does. Planting a wet and obnoxious open-mouthed kiss to your budding clit, lips smacking together before he properly dives into you, selfishly savouring all the sweetly creamed arousal you had for him. You gasp, fingers tightening in the twirls of his hair, surely enough to leave a harsh sting but Yoba- It doesn't seem like he cares. If anything it spurs the man on, a hot groan erupting from his chest, lips parting, the prick of his piercings digging a delicious pressure into your cunt. He’s messy with you, hungry slurps uncaring of the vulgar noise - The sharp and uncomfortable itch of the Holiday wreath biting at your skin was incomparable to the searing hot pleasure ripped from your pussy, stinging with overstimulation, forcing an endless string of whines from your lips.
Your throat hiccups, panting hot swears and the syllables of his name, rounded easily from your lips as he takes to you. It's easy for another orgasm to threaten your body, the feeling eager to roll from your cunt, twisting sweet and stabby like a suckled on candy cane, licked into a pin-thin spike poking at your gut- Especially with the works of Sebastian's tongue, swirly with his movements, tongue fat and flat as the metal ball of his piercing kisses at the bud of your clit in his rhythmic laps. He’s vocal with you, only spurring you on; Sweet hums tainting each breath he sucked in, feeble attempts to get oxygen in his lungs. You’re not sure he cares, not with the hearty mash of his lips against your mound, pursed with a stingy-sweet suckle directed right against your clit, teeth grazing at the supple soft swell of your pussy.
You can’t help the hot babble, the filthy cry you speak next, steadily rushing to the very edge- Wanting to just take him- Damn any refractory period, you needed to feel the pulsy stab of his length drilling you over the edge.
“Fuck me- Please- please, please Sebby just- Ahhnn..~” You whine, fingers giving his hair some grace, opting to feverishly pet him, clumsy affection in your fingers as you work them in a soothe. “Want you- Want you so, so bad- Y’know? F’so long-” You don't have to convince him.
He pops off of your cunt- Not without leaving several plants of hot kisses, pecking hotly on your clit before he tugs your panties down. His cock comes free with the jangle of a belt buckle, the leather sliding from his belt loops with a zip, metal buckle daring to clank on the floor before he’s working at the button and zip of his fly. His lips kiss at yours, the taste of your cunt on his tongue, sweetly salty and drenched in arousal, twinged with the last remnants of spicy nicotine and cream-sweet eggnog, swapped with the swirly spitty lap of your tongues mingling together in a hot collide.
It feels like a hot blur, motions moving quickly, Sebastian's arm jutting as he fists his free cock- Weepy dribbly tip all swollen and pink, finally free from the tight seam of his jeans. You squirm, lips clumsy on his own, arousal knocking you into an instinct-driven motion, oh so needy, “Seb..- Please.. Fuck… Fuck me~” You beg, muted between hot kisses, words slurred with the lick of his tongue, cutting you off with his mouth.
You move in tandem, arms throwing themselves around his neck as he grips the squish of your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his lean hip, hooking you into him as he lines himself up. He pops off of your lips enough to breathe, murmuring filthy things against them, coated in hot spit and your sweet arousal; “M’gonna fuck you- Promise, God- Yoba I promise, Princess-” He throws more sweet pet names your way, “Wanted me? Hmm? Wanted- Fuck.. Wanted you f’so long..” He promises. You feel the pudge of his cock press to your cunt, sparking a drooly clench of your drippy hole. He grinds on you, hips rolling, tip weeping as if it were crying, dribbling its milky pre over your puffy clit, pathetically kissing against your folds as his hips rut.
“Fuuuuckkk..” The ring of your cunt hugs his tip, suckling him in as he finally makes an effort to press in, he groans out a moan, matching the supple whine of your throat as you take him. Slow and sweet was something that could surely come later- The pressing itch of desperation easily taking over between you. Heavy rolls turn into needy fucks, hips jutting, pudgy cock tip making love to your cervix, kissing hot and lovingly hard pecks against the sweet mush in the depths of your pussy.
It's easy for his hips to roll into you, the base of his cock pounding against your mound, grinding the wiry curls that decorated him into the sensitive bud of your clit. Plap, plap, plap goes his hips on yours, skin to skin, sticky and sweat sheened, tacky to the touch as your bodies collide. You brace one arm on a shelf behind you, swiping off any stray decorations with a clamouring clutter, mystery items bouncing off into the depths of the closet, rolling on the floor. Your other arm hangs loosely on his neck, doe eyes fucked out and glossed as they look up at him, lips parted sweetly, kiss bitten and spit-shined, captured in a heated tongue and teeth-filled kiss before Sebastian groans.
“Everythin’ I fucken’ dreamed of-” It's said between gritted teeth, his gaze snapping from your wet eyes to your drooling cunt, huffing an arousal filled chuckled laced up in disbelief, seeing that drooly ring of cream coat over his length, making a mess between yourselves. “So fucking perfect- Fuhhhck m’not gonna last long- Hahh.” You nod in agreement, eyes closing, that bubble of tears falling down your cheeks with a streak. Closer and closer came the tight twist of your next orgasm, your poor and abused pussy clenching loving squeezes on his cock, spurred on with the hot sting of overstimulation- Your thigh cramped, spread over his hip for him, tits bouncing with every thrust, lungs stuck in a sweet burn.
Your skin sweats, lips drool, eyes blink all glossy and dumb, brain firing off every time you have the pleasure of looking at him- Closer, closer - Your clit throbs, hips pathetically humping back into his fucks, chasing the hot high that threatened to gush!
There's sudden laughter, slurred and obnoxious, rasped from an all-too-happy voice. It leaks from beneath the crack in the door, the outside world leaching into your little space, a phantom chill washing over your body as if the door has swung open to the fresh fall of snow that blanketed the street. A crash occurs, a feminine voice scolding someone, furniture scraping against the wood floor of the outside. You hadn't noticed your attention had wandered, not until Sebastian grips your chin, turning you back to lock into another searing kiss-
“Oiii-” A fist bashes against the door, rattling the thing on its hinges. Sebastian’s hand moves, coming between your legs to rub at your poor bud- The fiery thrill of a threat- A burning fear of being caught by a drunken Sam had your body twitching. Sebastian seemed to feel the same, making something of a challenge to get you off before the blonde had the audacity to finally clear the doorway. “Ha- ‘ave you kissed yet?” Yoba knows you’ve done so much more.
Sebastian presses you harder into the shelves, hips snapping rough, filthy words spat into your ears as his hand worked overtime on your poor clit- His hips roll sloppily, breathes coming into a hard and slow pant, huffing in your ear- “Fuck.. M’ Gonna fucken’ cum- Yeah? G-Gonna take it? Hmmn? Look so pretty like this-” he babbles, tone heavy in his throat. “Gonna make it up t’you- Yeah? Promise.. Hnng fuck- P-Promise..” His fucks turn snappy, jut, jut, jutting- Punching at your poor cervix, cunt mashing against the base of his cock.
“Seb- As.. Tian~” You choke, head lulling back with an eye roll, teeth biting into your lips as you finally gush again, wetting his cock with a weepy clench of your pussy, filthily kissing at his length, adding to the wonderful mess between your legs. So sweet and squeezy, your velvety walls massage the length of his cock as you cum, pussy suckling him in, inviting the hot pulse of his own orgasm with a loving hug.
His hips snap in sharp staccatos, throat stuck in a perpetual growl with each lingering fuck as he spurts. He creams into you, hot and ropey filling up the depths of your sweetness, milked off by your squeezing. His sweaty forehead comes to rest in the crook of your neck, fingers holding your thigh up squeezing a grab, a stingy dig of his nails leaving desperate crescent marks behind. He rasps a drawn-out groan, nosing into the tacky, sweaty skin of your neck, mouthy kisses back on your shoulder, just adding to the bitey kiss marks he’d left on you already.
You jolt when another knock rasps against the door, sloppy and full, thunks formed by a fist connecting to the wood. “Alright, you guys, you've definitely been in there long-e-fucking-nough." Sam’s voice calls with a snort, a failed attempt at stifling his laughter. “Don’ make me open this door~” He sings.
The fumble for clothes and the accidental collide of foreheads seemed worth it all - Especially when you roll over and see the man now in your bed, chest rising and falling as he sleeps, more bruises kissed into both of your skin, all sticky and spent, a shower surely in order by the time morning came. For now, you bask in the luxury of resting your head on Sebastian’s chest, lulled to sleep by the dull ache in your legs and the tipsy swirl of spiked eggnog settling in your stomach.
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