THAT FIC YOU MADE... LIKE... IT MADE ME THIS ABOUT FATHER DARIUSSSS UGH IT WAS SO GOOODDDDD
Request:
I give you father-child bonding time with Darius and Young!Scout Reader
Maybe.... Like... Them talking and Painting each other's nails (I can imagine Darius likes painting his nails) and Darius just talking shit about Alador LMAOO
If your gonna do this request please include alot of head pats pls... HEAD PATS FROM DARIUS <33 (oneshot pls!)
You have the right to decline this request btww!!!
Lmao everybody wants Father Darius. Dadius is gonna be the new tag. I have the personal headcannon that Darius wakes up early for his beauty regime and often tries to go to bed early too getting annoyed if his perfect sleep schedule is disturbed. He needs his beauty rest to look that good smh
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Dariuses hand carefully held yours on one of his many decorative purple pillows, for once not wearing his signature silk gloves. His own fingernails were black and purple and he promised to give you an equally cool look for yours. They were painted intricately and had been modeled after abomination goo. Every time you saw him look at your fingers than the nail polish it made you giggle thinking of how he hid something so dorky underneath his gloves all the time. He shushes you for the hundredth time, hissing playfully about concentration and his artistic process.
"I didn't say anything. I didn't say anything!" You defend yourself as he squeezes your hand to keep it from moving. He hums in annoyance as you smile at him mischeviously. Ignoring your antics far too used to them he dabs cuticle oil on your fingers to numb them. Rubbing it in he hums again observing your freshly trimmed fingernails.
"You clean up nice." He teases and you stick out your tongue. You had a small bad habit of biting your nails and he had gotten it in his head that your personal hygiene affected him personally. So he would lightly smack your hands away if he noticed you trying to chew.
You didn't think it was a big deal but he disagreed. He'd only roped you into the little deal because you'd walked into in his room to deliver a message and saw him painting his nails. He saw you staring at the polish and with an eye roll he promised to do your nails for you. BUT ONLY IF you could get them long enough to paint and stop biting at them.
A torturous week for the both of you.
"Titan I don't know how I haven't killed you." He murmurs lightly tapping your cheek before he puts the oil away. But you see the sly smile and know he's simply teasing.
After riffling through his supplies and looking at each nail polish color meticulously comparing it to your skin tone and style (which had taken him about an hour) he finally settled on your favorite color which you had suggested in the first place. Rolling your eyes at all the time this was taking he tsks you and begins the process.
It was a pretty pattern. Your favorite color was applied carefully, several layers making it sturdy in its coating before he decided it was time for details.
"Woah." You compliment and your mentor beams straightening his shoulders with a proud grin.
"It is nice isn't is?" He demands and you nod as he begins the other hand. "Alador could never, did you know I had to paint his nails to keep him from biting them too? Such a nasty habit this better make you stop." He hums before playfully scuffing your hair with his free hand. "After all we don't need another powerful and sloppy abomination master running around. His kids can bite their nails but mine won't."
"Hey!" You respond laughing at the teasing and hair ruffling. Darius smiles back at you.
"Don't make me mess up, stay still." He responds but he's chuckling himself. As he finishes up you bring your hands to your mouth and blow. He rolls his eyes and you stick your tongue out again before you focus back on your hands. Shaking them out to get the paint to dry Darius looks at the abomination goo pattern he'd done.
Alador could never.