fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non sorcerers au, slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed 5 and 2yo sons, 8-month-old daughter. a little late, i knoooow u.u
i remember getting this idea back in november, and i can't believe it's been over six months since i started posting these ( ˊo̴̶̷̤ ̫ o̴̶̷̤ˋ)
little sunshines au
it's a no-school day.
it's the weekend.
so, your eldest can't help but groan when satoru shakes him awake. he's allowed to sleep more on no-school days. why is their dad waking them up so early!?
"guys, c'mon. it's mama's day," your husband's hushed words and beaming smile are met with identical mini copies of his own features, their scowling little faces only making him grin wider.
"again?" your toddler's blue eyes seem to burn a hole through satoru's forehead. "when's mochi day?"
"soon."
"when?"
satoru closes his eyes and breathes in. it's too early for him to lose his cool, and he can't have the kids start the day with tears. not today.
"after mama's day. so, if you want your gifts, you have to help papa."
the two boys happily follow after their dad like baby ducklings.
—
there's a rustle followed by incoherent mumbling—incoherent to others, at least.
because to the trained ear of a mother, it's clear how your son mumbles a string of c'mon, c'mon, c'mon in distress.
your eyes open just in time as your toddler knocks over the candle on your bedside table, struggling with the flower bouquet (which is considerably bigger than him).
"hey, you."
it takes almost ten minutes for your husband to realize he's missing a little duckling, rushing to look for his whereabouts once he remembers he has two sons, not one.
"mochi," he whisper-shouts, stressed out already. he enters your shared bedroom, looking at the floor for that white tuft of hair crawled somewhere under the furniture. "mochi, what's taking you– oh, no."
drapped on top of you, gently held in your arms, lies your son as he tells you about mochi day.
"–gifts and fishies, mama!"
you chuckle at his enthusiasm, basking in the warmth of the duvet and your toddler nuzzled in your arms, the familiar baby scent still lingering on his skin.
"hey," your husband nervously interrupts, walking further into the room until he's right next to your side of the bed. "good morning, gorgeous."
his kiss on your lips is short and adoring, his lips pulling up into a gentle smile.
"i caught you guys," you can't help but smile cheekily at his failed attempt to surprise you. "where are my other two babies? you better not left them unsupervised–"
"no, 'course not. be right back! you–" he grabs your toddler from your arms. "–are coming with me."
—
a few minutes later, the door of your bedroom opens, and your baby girl walks in with the help of her dad.
"oh my– is that my sweet little baby?"
your coos earn you an excited squeal from your daughter as soon as her eyes notice you. your husband gently holds her hands as she walks towards you, stumbling over her tiny feet before satoru lifts her up and settles her on the bed with you.
right behind him is your toddler.
"for you, mama."
you take the small box from his hands, ready to bring him up on the bed with you, "thank you, baby."
"hold the kisses. there's more, remember?" satoru reminds your son, and he nods, rushing out of the room before you can even demand a kiss on the cheek.
your two boys walk back in carrying a gift bag—a huge one. after a brief struggle to place it on the bed, both boys huff heavily before smiling proudly at each other.
"what do you say?" satoru tries to give your youngest son a cue, which he obviously misses.
"thank you!"
you can't help but chuckle at his proud little grin, his older brother shaking his head next to him.
"no, mochi. the other thing." your son corrects his baby brother.
"happy birthday?"
both your husband and son give up, sighing as the toddler now looks confused and utterly lost.
satoru swiftly launches each kid onto the bed before joining as well, needing the cuddles after a hectic morning.
fruits basket is the greatest manga ever written almost solely for the fact that from the first chapter we’re supposed to be mystified and curious about these elusive shape shifting boys that are so incredibly rare and impossible and secretive. meanwhile one of the protagonist’s best friends and her little brother are also just casually psychics and everyone seems to be vaguely aware of it??? and they also literally never use their powers to do anything about the sohma family curse they’re just twinning in goth fashion and making biting remarks???
Osamu starts calling you sweetheart well before the two of you get together. The endearment is never patronizing, sometimes teasing, and always affectionate.
It’s “Sweetheart, ‘m so glad yer here!” when you stop by Onigiri Miya, spoken like just the sight of you crossing the threshold is enough to ease the tension in his shoulders and soften the furrow of his brow.
It’s “You alright, sweetheart?” when you’ve had one too many drinks on a night out. You’re wobbly on your feet, a little doe-eyed as your hand rests in the crook of his elbow to steady yourself. It’s so cute Osamu can’t help but flush, the heat creeping up to the very tips of his ears.
It's "C'mon, sweetheart, ya know 'm right!" when the twins put you in the middle of another one of their arguments, Osamu cajoling you into see things his way.
And when he finally decides to confess, to cross that line from friends into something more, the endearment is as smooth as butter, dripping with years of love gone unspoken. “I wanna be yours, sweetheart.”
fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ slice of life, mom!reader, megumi's four. teen choso + five year old yuuji + gojo's mochi cameo
little sunshines au
the local little league has a handful of newcomers this year, making the upcoming season a promising yet busy one for the teams' managers and coaches.
but weeks before spring arrives and the tryouts take place, many of the little ones make sure to train extra hard to ensure a spot in their preferred team.
and toji has never minded the extra income.
as the coach of the 'frogs' and 'tiger cubs'—two of the most popular t-ball teams—he gladly spends his afternoons at the field babysitting coaching a handful of kids, including his son's friends.
“out!”
yuuji's grin drops in an instant, just like his bat, as he watches the rest of his teammates move onto the next play.
“go get your glove,” choso jogs up to him, his gloved hand patting the top of his brother's head once he sees his pout.
“but…” little yuuji's eyes turn glossy, eyeing the bat on the ground, and his heart sinking as he barely has time to process what just happened. “i didn't hit the ball!”
“we can practice your swing later, now it's time to catch,” choso tries again, offering a reassuring grin, but it's useless.
toji figured that having choso around during practice would be of help. the teenager is an experienced catcher, coached by his uncle himself, which only made it natural for yuuji to be a catcher as well.
“oi–” toji opens his mouth to call yuuji over, but the tantrum has already started.
a red-rimmed eyed yuuji sobs by the home plate, denial and pouring out of him with each shaky exhale, “i wanna go again!”
“hey, hey, what did we talk about earlier?” toji gets on yuuji's eye-level, patting his shoulder in sympathy. “it's a game. what do we do when we play, huh?”
"we-uh...” clumsily, yuuji wipes at his eyes between hiccups. “…we have fun...”
“atta boy, go get your glove.”
—
fifteen minutes later, toji is frowning again. but this time, the culpript is his own son.
"fix your stance," he grumbles at megumi, looking disgusted at how wide apart his feet are placed. "the hell is that? megumi, fix your feet–"
"i'm trying!”
the four-year-old snaps back without loosing sight of the ball placed on the tee, his eyes set on it as if plotting its demise with one swing.
“try harder,” toji can be patient when it comes to sports, especially since kids this young must learn how to work through their frustations as they make mistake after mistake while developing new skills. “it looks like you're trying to do a damn split!”
but he's hungry and there's still half an hour left of practice—there's not an ounce of patience left in him.
the bat makes contact with the ball with a loud clang, instantly shutting everyone up as megumi sends his helmet flying behind him and runs to first base.
“fuck yeah– that's my son!”
—
“keep running! mochi– what the fuck. RUN!”
you lock the car right as your husband's screams at the youngest gojo boy echo from the field. the poor thing is struggling to stay on his feet with a helmet too big and too heavy for his size.
“go, mochi! go, mochi!”
the rest of the kids chant as they watch the toddler run to home, toji waiting for him with an outstretched hand.
“safe!” your husband grins, high-fiving the gojo kid. “are you ready to be a tiger cub?”
the toddler's eyes light up instantly, “yup!”
toji glances at the dugout and catches sight of you, a signal that today's practice is over and he has successfully survived it.
“pack your sh–stuff, time to go,” he grins after correcting himself, his prize (you) standing alluringly and within reach as you help megumi pack his backpack.
“tired?” you ask after he plops down on the bench, his hands settling around your hips.
he's about to reply when little yuuji waves goodbye at him, “see ya on twosday, mister zen'in!” the kid grins while he's guided away by choso to their car.
you chuckle as you hear toji groan, your hand reaching for the top of his head and scratching it.
fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ slice of life, mom!reader, megumi's four. teen choso + five year old yuuji + gojo's mochi cameo
little sunshines au
the local little league has a handful of newcomers this year, making the upcoming season a promising yet busy one for the teams' managers and coaches.
but weeks before spring arrives and the tryouts take place, many of the little ones make sure to train extra hard to ensure a spot in their preferred team.
and toji has never minded the extra income.
as the coach of the 'frogs' and 'tiger cubs'—two of the most popular t-ball teams—he gladly spends his afternoons at the field babysitting coaching a handful of kids, including his son's friends.
“out!”
yuuji's grin drops in an instant, just like his bat, as he watches the rest of his teammates move onto the next play.
“go get your glove,” choso jogs up to him, his gloved hand patting the top of his brother's head once he sees his pout.
“but…” little yuuji's eyes turn glossy, eyeing the bat on the ground, and his heart sinking as he barely has time to process what just happened. “i didn't hit the ball!”
“we can practice your swing later, now it's time to catch,” choso tries again, offering a reassuring grin, but it's useless.
toji figured that having choso around during practice would be of help. the teenager is an experienced catcher, coached by his uncle himself, which only made it natural for yuuji to be a catcher as well.
“oi–” toji opens his mouth to call yuuji over, but the tantrum has already started.
a red-rimmed eyed yuuji sobs by the home plate, denial pouring out of him with each shaky exhale, “i wanna go again!”
“hey, hey, what did we talk about earlier?” toji gets on yuuji's eye-level, patting his shoulder in sympathy. “it's a game. what do we do when we play, huh?”
"we-uh...” clumsily, yuuji wipes at his eyes between hiccups. “…we have fun...”
“atta boy, go get your glove.”
—
fifteen minutes later, toji is frowning again. but this time, the culpript is his own son.
"fix your stance," he grumbles at megumi, looking disgusted at how wide apart his feet are placed. "the hell is that? megumi, fix your feet–"
"i'm trying!”
the four-year-old snaps back without loosing sight of the ball placed on the tee, his eyes set on it as if plotting its demise with one swing.
“try harder,” toji can be patient when it comes to sports, especially since kids this young must learn how to work through their frustations as they make mistake after mistake while developing new skills. “it looks like you're trying to do a damn split!”
but he's hungry and there's still half an hour left of practice—there's not an ounce of patience left in him.
the bat makes contact with the ball with a loud clang, instantly shutting everyone up as megumi sends his helmet flying behind him and runs to first base.
“fuck yeah– that's my son!”
—
“keep running! mochi– what the fuck. RUN!”
you lock the car right as your husband's screams at the youngest gojo boy echo from the field. the poor thing is struggling to stay on his feet with a helmet too big and too heavy for his size.
“go, mochi! go, mochi!”
the rest of the kids chant as they watch the toddler run to home, toji waiting for him with an outstretched hand.
“safe!” your husband grins, high-fiving the gojo kid. “are you ready to be a tiger cub?”
the toddler's eyes light up instantly, “yup!”
toji glances at the dugout and catches sight of you, a signal that today's practice is over and he has successfully survived it.
“pack your sh–stuff, time to go,” he grins after correcting himself, his prize (you) standing alluringly and within reach as you help megumi pack his backpack.
“tired?” you ask after he plops down on the bench, his hands settling around your hips.
he's about to reply when little yuuji waves goodbye at him, “see ya on twosday, mister zen'in!” the kid grins while he's guided away by choso to their car.
you chuckle as you hear toji groan, your hand reaching for the top of his head and scratching it.
fluff - parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ preschool teacher! nanami, lots of cuteness from our sunshines◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜happy jaehyun day and happy valentine's ♡ !
little sunshines au
nanami's arts & crafts class quickly grew a buzz around the preschool once he broke the news to the children.
"we'll be making valentine's cards today."
their excited squeals and cheers immediately took over the classroom, his soft chuckle drowned by the kids' celebratory hollering.
"please pick the materials you need. we have colored paper, crayons, and stickers." he gestured to the basket full of supplies sitting on his desk. "if you need to use scissors, please ask for help."
first graders
"what's a valentine?"
the youngest zenin stood on her tiptoes as she tried to catch a look at nanami's desk, the bright pink colored paper drawing her in.
"a valentine is your... sweetheart." was the best explanation he could come up with (for a two-year-old, of course).
"sweet-hart?" she repeated, tilting her head slightly at the familiar word. she had heard it before, especially when her parents were in a good mood!
her little fingers wiggled in hopes of catching the end of the sheet of paper until nanami finally noticed and brought the basket down to her eye level.
"thank you!"
he began to hand out the material, the kids immediately claiming a spot on the floor and decorating their cards. everyone seemed too focused on their tasks, especially the youngest gojo son, as he furiously dragged the crayon back and forth against the piece of paper.
nanami decided to make small talk, not knowing the chaos it'd follow.
"who are you asking to be your valentine?"
"my mama." "mommy!"
"daddy!"
nanami watched the look of indignation in the youngest zenin's face as every kid mentioned their moms instead of dads, her little fingers gripping the crayon.
"why not daddy?" she frowned at the itadori twins since they sat directly in front of her.
the gojo kid stayed silent, clutching the card close to his chest as if protecting it while his eyes switched from the angry toddler to the twins.
"scary." mumbled the girl while her twin brother shrugged, not really having a reason.
second graders
yuuji had his hands full with several sheets of paper and crayons. "one for cho... one for mommy, one for daddy... one for babies–"
"that's a lot." the eldest gojo pointed out, looking at megumi, who immediately nodded his head, agreeing with him.
"that's alright." nanami quickly interrupted before things escalated, patting the gojo kid's back and guiding him back to his seat, and little yuuji frowning as he too walked away. "we can have more than one valentine."
"that's cheating." megumi's tone was nonchalant, but it was enough to ruffle yuuji's feathers.
"no, it's not."
"is."
"no!"
"is!"
yuuji spent the rest of the class hiccuping and wiping his red-rimmed eyes as he sat on nanami's lap, the exhausted teacher helping him with his multiple valentine's cards.
third graders
"she can't read yet, but I'll write a letter to my baby sister!" tsumiki stated proudly, picking a handful of pink stationary to make a card for her sister.
the geto twins instantly cooed at the thought.
"awhhh!" "we should do that for our baby brother!"
happy to encourage such gesture, the eldest zenin joined mimiko and nanako as they brainstormed ideas and shared their colors with her.
for once, nanami allowed himself to relax as the girls gushed about their younger siblings, glad that things finally went smoothly.
GOJO FAMILY
"no."
your sons stare at their dad with their blue eyes wide open. your two-year-old's eyes immediately fill with tears, and you smack your husband's arm, ignoring his childish whine.
"of course I'll be your valentine, baby!" you coo and lift the toddler in your arms, his limbs wrapping around you as he fights with all his might to hold back his sniffles. "i love you."
"love you too, mama."
"and you too!" you quickly add and side hug your eldest. "i love you both so, so much. papa was joking."
"it's just you and me, huh?" satoru pouts at the baby before munching on her soft cheek. however, your baby girl starts to fuss and makes grabby hands at you, fed up with her dad's attention. "not you too!"
ZENIN FAMILY
"daddy... for you."
you have never seen your little girl acting this shy, especially around toji. her hands offer the pink letter to her dad, his usual smug grin gone and replaced by a soft smile.
"c'mere, princess." he sits her on his legs as he opens the envelope, the bright pink paper decorated with colorful stickers. his chest feels tight once he's met with the cutest pink hearts and smiley faces doodled all over. "baby, you made this?"
"yeah."
he makes a mental note to order flower arrangements for his girls, but especially a pink bouquet for his little princess.
ITADORI FAMILY
your babies rush to you with their letters in their hands, clutched tightly in those tiny fingers and nanami right behind them.
sukuna catches sight of his daughter waving goodbye at her teacher, a pink envelope in his hand that looks identical to the one she's handing out to you.
he swears her little crush on the blond man is getting out of hand. so, naturally, he's about to walk up to nanami and have a word with him when his daughter's voice stops him.
"daddy?" her tone is soft, calling for his attention while her chubby little arm is stretched out, offering a heart-shaped lollipop at him.
"for me?" he can't hide his surprise, and when she nods, he lifts her up in his arms with a pleased grin. "thank you, my princess."
suddenly, all is well.
GETO FAMILY
"he can't even read."
"suguru."
"it's an adorable gesture!" he tries to defend himself, crossing his arms over his chest while shrugging, giving the fakest sorry look you've ever seen. "but I would've appreciated the gesture more than a baby who isn't even self-aware."
another sigh from you. the twins look slightly guilty, fearing that they've hurt their dad's feelings.
the sight makes you scowl at your husband who, once again, acts innocent.
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