Imagine letting Vincent Sinclair paint over your top surgery scars and make cool designs with them. And if you're into it, imagine it getting more and more intimate and sensual until you two can't keep your hands off each other.
Ive been looking for more transmasc/male reader content, I don't even have nipples lol so any boob mention takes me right outta some fics, no matter how well it's written. Thank youuuu 🖤
Omg yes I'm feeling dysphoric I need some trans content
What makes us freaks
Vincent Sinclair x trans male! Reader
Tw: nothing,just poetic fluff written at 2:43 a.m.
You had always hated looking down. Because you knew that when you did,you would have to see the wrong body. The wrong parts. Flesh where flesh shouldn't be. Shapes where shapes weren't needed or wanted.
That's why you swore to change your body to be yours.
Vincent admired that. He admired it so much. He had always hated how he looked,but he decided to just hide behind a mask. You never did that. You took the wrong body God cruelly gave you and sculpted it to be the body you deserved to have. He found this as fascinating as it was inspiring. The way you went against nature's cruelty to be who you know you are. It was something he knew he could never do,but God knows how happy he is to be allowed in the presence of someone strong enough to do it. Especially when that someone loved him and told him that he was the most beatiful man he had ever met. He didn't believe it,but it was nice to hear it.
That's why he always saw your scars as something beatiful,a physical proof of your courage,of your journey. He felt honoured everytime you told him he could touch them,and even more when you asked him to make them into his art. You knew art was his pride and joy,his only way to show the world that he was more than a deformed freak,more than just the ugly twin. And you wanted this,his very soul poured into art,to fuse with your own. An artist's work and a warrior's scars.
While he was painting,you could feel every muscle in his body tense,his eye fixed on your chest,his fingers steady,his touch as careful as ever. This wasn't a wax statue he could fix. This wasn't a sketch he could erase. This was his way of showing his adoration to you,and he'd be damned if he dared to mess up even just the smallest detail. You watched him with love in your eyes as he kneeled in front of you. You sat in a chair that felt like a throne with the reverence his eyes held towards you. The paintbrush moved smoothly over your skin and his hand only occasionally brushed against you,as if he was too scared to touch you,to corrupt the sacredness of this moment. Only after the patterns were clear and you hummed in appreciation at the complicated design did he dare to lean closer,pressing his mask's lips to your stomach. You shivered at the coldness of the wax and gently reached down. He closed his eye as you caressed his jaw,slowly lifting his mask until it was off. He tilted his head to the side slightly,out of habit,to hide his scarred face with his hair,but you brushed them off. It was now your turn to stare in awe as you ran your hand over Vincent's scarred cheek as if it was the most beatiful artpiece you ever had the pleasure to look at. You felt your heart ache as he tried to look away,and leaned down for a kiss. "You're the greatest blessing that I ever had the honour to receive,Vincent. Scars and all." You murmured,your words a whisper only for him,they felt like a gift,like a ray of sunshine,a breath of fresh hair,a featherlight caress. He doubts he could feel as at peace as he feels right now,with your lips gently kissing his scarred skin,your hand running over his arm.
You two really were eachoter's religion and devotion.
The words struck Medusa like an arrow, piercing her heart and sticking her in place. The words hung heavy in the air, thick as a fog rolling in off the sea. The words, those words, were words she had never expected to hear. Especially not from Her.
Turning slowly, her snakes coming up as if to strike, she saw Her. Their eyes met, and the stormy gray eyes she saw were a reflection of every one of the statues that littered her path. She stood, tall and vibrant, with an air of importance that, in another life, would have made the gorgon drop to her knees in prayer. Now, they just made her chest twist painfully.
“Medusa,” her name fell from the Goddess’s lips like a stone, but the tone was smothered in honey. “Say something.”
“What did you say?” Medusa whispered, the words getting stuck in her throat. Before Athena could answer, she spoke again, “why would you say that now? After all this time?”
“Medusa,” She said her name again softly. Painfully. “I know what you think of me, but I did this to protect you. All I ever meant to do was protect you, and all I ever did was fail you.” On the last word, Her powerful voice cracked.
Silence hung heavy between them for a second. A minute. A year. Who knew? It was so brief and so long that it made time irrelevant. What was time to immortals anyway?
“You punished me for what He did,” Medusa finally whispered, tears she had tried to keep locked up for centuries brimming in her eyes. “I loved You. I gave You everything, and You, You cast me aside. You cursed me, disowned me, for what He did!”
“That was all I could do,” She said, talking off her helmet and casting it carelessly onto the crumbling stone floor. “He is my Uncle, second only to my father. How could I go against Him?”
“So you blamed me? You destroyed me because someone had to be punished, and You couldn’t punish Him?” her voice was breaking, tears finally spilling down her face.
Athena took a hesitant step towards Medusa, as if moving too quickly would break her. “No, no that’s not why I did it. It killed me to see Him touch you and to hear you cry out for My help. All the while knowing I couldn’t do anything,” She said quietly as She reached out, lightly brushing a finger against one of the snake heads. “But now, like this, no man can ever hurt you again. You’re safe. You’re free.”
“Free?! I am hunted like a rabid animal. My children, the only children I’ll ever have, were monsters born only after I was beheaded,” Medusa’s voice cracked as her clawed hands tried to wipe away tears. “My new sisters only found me decades later and had to stitch my head back to my body. I lived in a state between life and death all that time, and You think I’m free?”
“I never wanted that to happen to you,” the Goddess whispered, reaching out to brush the gorgon’s tears away Herself. “I thought if no man could meet your eyes, you’d finally be safe. It was meant to be a blessing disguised as a curse.”
“It was nothing as a curse. I’d rather Poseidon have killed me that night, or You had just struck me down on the temple steps.” The words struck Athena like a sword, cutting through Her in a way She never imaged anything could.
“Don’t say that. I did this for you. So you could live. So you could be safe,” the words had come out almost like a broken plea, something the Goddess had never done before. “I love you. You’re the only mortal I’ve ever loved.”
“You don’t love me, or You wouldn’t have sentenced me to a life alone,” she whispered, running her fingers through her snakes.
“I can never be with you, but that doesn’t make my love any less true,” She promised, hesitating before taking her hand in Hers. “I couldn’t bare the idea of living without you, or watching you die
“And yet, I’d give anything to die.”
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aaaaa!!! you opened regina requests!! i love your work sm and im so glad abt this 😭 can i request regina x fem!reader where regina's had a really bad day and she just feels insecure about her body the moment she gets home and reader comforts her and eases her worries?? basically body worship fluff (or if you wanna make it more spicy, up to you!!) i trust your brain. tysmmm <33
She will be loved
Regina George x fem! reader
Warnings: MDNI, smut. Coarse language, insecurity about body image, angst, comfort/fluff
“You can speak of anger and doubts
Your fears and freak outs and I'll hold it
You can share your so called shame filled accounts
Of times in your life and I won't judge it”
Last night, you were on the phone with Regina and something seemed off so you gave her a video call. You were right, because she told you something had happened between her and her Mom. Which unfortunately wasn’t unusual, but so infuriating because you knew what happened. It was usually one of three things— what she ate, what she wore or her grades. Of course, those were the main…quote-unquote, problems. There were always more issues in June’s opinion than meets the eye.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
She looks at you, then away, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.
“Regina.” You insisted.
“No, I don’t. Not now, and not over a FaceTime call.”
“Okay.” You agreed, “Let me know when you’re ready. If you want to, I’ll come over, or I can pick you up.”
“Not tonight, I just— I just need to sleep this one off. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
The lack of a nickname addressing you at the end? This was one of her tells that she really wasn’t in the mood, or had the energy to talk. She needed alone time, to calm down and get rest. So you let her off the hook— you said good night to her and hung up. “Good night, I love you.” You said, smiling softly. She forced a smile, “Night.”
“See you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 7:15.”
You were expecting school to be a little rough, and you were right. She was expecting the same too. “G, why do you always get cheese fries? The other options are not all bad.”
“Just not feeling those options, Gretch.”
Well, it was a genuine question. The school food was great here compared to what you had at your old school.
“Okay.” Gretchen stopped asking and went back to chatting with Karen. Meanwhile, Regina’s brows were knit together. She seemed to be thinking, but then also…started to seem like she was in distress. “Regina.” You said quietly, looking at her.
She took a deep breath, “I’m fine.” You didn’t buy it, she was already in a bit of a…bad mood after yesterday. Every little interaction like that, it only seemed to push her closer and closer to a breakdown. “I’ll be okay, y/n.” She insisted, “I got this.” No one else at the table noticed. Not Karen, not Gretchen…just you. Her voice was quivering, her eyes— shifty, and glossy. She wasn’t okay. “Do you wanna go home?”
“Home?” She bites back a scoff, “No, thanks.”
“To mine?” You clarified.
“No.” Regina shook her head, she went back to eating her food. You couldn’t help it but keep an eye on her. Why was it so damn hard for her to accept any help? To open up? To you of all people?
After lunch, there were three more classes left. You didn’t have the last two with her so you couldn’t exactly make sure she was alright. You could only hope.
“I’ll meet you at your locker after the last bell. okay?” You pecked her cheek.
“Okay, baby.” She smiles softly, then evidently biting the inside of her cheek before she turned to leave. You usually had no problem being away from her but when things got tough, you hated that. You would spend all day, everyday with her if you could. “Hey.” You hear Regina behind you as she tapped your shoulder. Turning around to face her, your greet, “Hi. Let’s go?”
She nodded silently as then took her hand in yours and walked out of school with her. Regina sits in the front with you, like she always does. Except she was just sitting there and staring into space— another bad thing. You had to get her out of that god awful place in her mind.
“Regina, you know this. We gotta talk about it.”
“What’s there that you don’t already know?” She asked, defeated.
You shut your bedroom door, gesturing for Regina to sit down. She does, letting out a sigh as she looked up at you. Her gaze follows you as you moved towards her and sat down in the spot beside her. “I’ll be fine, you know. Always happens, I just need to deal with it until it blows over.”
“What happened, Reg?”
She wanted to scoff but bit back, “Well, you know my mom.”
Of course.
“It’s the same thing, every time, y/n.” Regina replied through gritted teeth, the annoyance within her bubbling up to the surface. “Everytime. ‘Regina, maybe you shouldn’t wear that. It’s too tight, it doesn’t look good.’, ‘Regina, leave the cupcakes alone. You’ve had enough food for the day. We gotta watch what we eat’, ‘Regina, have you worked out today?’ I am so sick of it.”
You gazed into her eyes as she revealed all of that and more to you. “She’s been like this my whole life. Why am I still not used to it? Why am I still listening to what she says? I know it’s no good for me, but I just— I can’t stop thinking about what she’s been feeding my mind for the last eighteen years.”
You grabbed her hands and held them in yours, giving them a squeeze. Tears were starting to fall from her eyes…she was blinking profusely, trying to get rid of them, flustered. “It’s okay.” You assured.
She shook her head, sniffling.
“Regina.” You repeated, “It’s okay. Let it out. All of it.”
“When I was a kid, she used to make me finish my plate no matter what.” Regina exhaled shakily, “Then when I got older, I listened to my body, you know? I stopped eating when I was full but she’d tell me I was wasting food if I threw out what was left on my plate. I didn’t want her to get mad, so as pissed as I was, I finished my plate. I was pretty active, so it didn’t really affect me. Middle school, puberty happened. My body changed.”
Wiping away her tears quickly, she continued, “And I always held more weight somehow. Well then, you know what. My eating habits got bad and I’d go days at a time without eating. Then it was the opposite. Now I’ve just been trying to heal from all of that but she’s been making it hell for me and sometimes I cannot do anything but feel like shit for a few days then get back to normal. We’ve been together almost a year, we’re off to college next year. We’re going to be adults but I’m still plagued by childhood problems. It’s ridiculous.”
“It’s not ridiculous.” You told her, leaning down to catch her gaze, “It’s not. You’ve been putting in a lot of effort to get better and anyone would be stupid to not see that.”
“Really?” She scoffs, “Even when I have days where I literally do nothing but cry about what she’s told me years ago, or do even worse things, because of her?”
“Yeah. Even then. It takes a lot of strength and courage to push through all that, and pick yourself back up. Which you do, every single time no matter how hard it gets.”
Her frame seemed less tense by the time she stopped talking. With your thumb brushing over her knuckles, you said, “Regina, I need you to remember that I’ll always be here for you. Not just for the good things, for anything. Tough, sad, infuriating. Anything at all. You are not alone. I’m your partner.”
She looks at you, tears welling up in her eyes again.
“I know it’s hard, I know why so you don’t have to keep explaining yourself. And I know it seems like I’m offering nothing but companionship. But that’s sort of what a partner is. I’m here, to keep you company. No matter what life throws at you.”
Another deep sigh falls from her lips before she goes, “Thank you.”
“I love you.”
A pink hue tinted her tear-stain cheek as she tried to hide a smile. “I love you so much.” You added on.
“I love you too.” She squeezed your hand in return.
“And you know I’d do anything for you.” You smiled while your hand rested on her thigh.
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Regina tensed up slightly at that touch. A harsh exhale was heard from her as you smirked to yourself. “Anything…” Your finger traced her pale skin. You looked up, meeting her eyes once again. Regina had that look, she wanted this. She wanted you. “To prove it.”
“Do you want me to make you feel good, hm?” Your hand relocated onto her cheek, cupping her face. Like a switch has flipped, she immediately gave in to the temptation and nodded eagerly. Her eyes closed and you leaned in to capture her lips into your own. Fleeting kisses were swiftly followed by longer kisses…ones of desire. A whine slips from her mouth in the midst, sending a rush of heat that pooled between your own thighs. You’d back her up against the headboard, she sat with her legs naturally spread open while you straddled her, your knees on either side of her hips. You hands were grabbing her face, lips having never left hers since they latched on several minutes prior.
Regina whimpers this time. You chuckled, “You want more?” It was a little amusing to see her reduced to nothing but meek little noises when under your control. You loved it though, having slightly more dominance over her than typical. And well? She loves being beneath you, that’s for sure. Her head rolls back on reflex, inviting you to work her neck over. And expectedly, when you’ve hit a certain little spot, you’ve earned your first moan. Smiling to yourself, you continued your action until she got louder and squirmier. “Fuck.” She cursed.
Your hand moves down south, grabbing a handful of her breast without having to look. Regina panted, the air right by your ear tickled you and sent a shiver down your spine.
“Take it off.” She grumbled.
“As you wish, baby.” You smirked, reaching back underneath her shirt and unclipping her bra before you detach yourself from her and removed her shirt then got the bra out of the way. Your lips resume its work along her neck, your fingers play with her tit on one hand. You tug on the teat, and she gives you a pretty high pitched moan. “Does that feel good, honey?”
“Yeah—” She says, you didn’t even let her finish that word before you pinched that hardening tip between your fingers. “Shit.” You climb off her, pulling her pants down on the way after getting a hurried nod of approval from her. Settling yourself down between her legs on the mattress, you wasted no time and ran your tongue up and down her slit. Already, she was breathing heavily and you saw her groping her own tits for more stimulation.
“Don’t be shy, now.” You chuckled, thumb moving to rub her clit at the same time your mouth worked. Regina flinches, a muffled noise comes from her. “Don’t hold back, Regina.” Your free hand massaged her thigh, “I want to hear you, baby. I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.”
The strokes of your tongue quickened, becoming firmer and more purposeful. Your hand on her clit then shifts and you instead slide two fingers inside her. Regina gasps, and flinches. Her leg moves out of position slightly but it remained that way, her body gradually getting overcome by increasing pleasure. You two digits pumped in and out of her at a leisurely but consistent pace, making sure you hit her g-spot everytime. That, sends a shock through her body without fail, making her head spin in pleasure. You feel her fingers combing through your hair roughly, keeping your head in place. Your brows were raised briefly but you carried on, “Fuck, right there— right there—” Regina whimpered, strained. “Don’t stop—”
“Mmkay, baby.” You hummed, keeping at this exact pace and place for awhile. You feel her wetness on your chin, but you couldn’t care less. You were lost in the moment, feeling her writhing beneath you, hearing her making all those noises for you. You were drawn to her like moths to a flame, your only priority now was making her feel good and making her come, worshipping this beautiful body of hers. Worshipping every single inch of her.
“You’re so beautiful.” Your mouth and fingers left her entirely, then you clambered back up to meet her face. “You’re my beautiful girl, aren’t you, Regina?” Brushing her cheek, you gave her a smile as you broke away from the kiss. You pulled her down carefully so she now laid on her back, you reattach your lips to the spot on her neck and started to kiss your way downwards…covering every bit of her exposed skin with a smooch. “Fuck—” She whined, “F—I need you, I need you. y/n—”
“Answer the question, Regina.” You smirked, fondling her tits while hovering over her. She kept quiet so you grabbed at the flesh harder, forcing the lewd noises out of her mouth, followed by impatient nods, “Y—yes— yes— oh, fuck—”
“I’ll be right back.” Kissing her once more, you got off her and then the bed.
“Baby, come on.” She grumbled.
“Just getting the strap, babe.” You winked, “Be patient~”
Regina exhales exasperatedly, looking at you while you walk to your closet and put on the harness behind its door. You’ve gotten her all hot and bothered already and you were absolutely enjoying yourself at this moment. “Open up, baby.” You tapped her thigh and she did as you told her to. Dragging the tip of the shaft along her throbbing cunt, the whining and whimpering from her resumes. “Aw.” You teased, “Are you ready, darling?”
“Yes— yes— oh my God…” She swallowed thickly, nodding her head while she kept looking at you. She knew you would ask for eye contact, so she did it first.
“Please, do it, please.” Regina pleaded desperately.
“Oh, good girl.” You smiled cheekily, lining up the tip of the shaft with her entrance. You were swift, pushing into her before she could say anything. All you heard was a low moan when you entered her and gradually bottomed out. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah, yeah, I am.” She replied in a whisper, unintentionally whimpering at the end. You retracted and pushed into her more forcefully, a whimper just erupts from her throat like that. Hearing her just spurs you on, you went faster and faster, plus her noises matched up with your movements. It quite literally feels as though you were ascending into a whole new dimension. The noise of both your skin hitting each other’s, combined with the wetness? Whatever it was, it was obscene and had you weak in the knees. But, you persisted. Your hand was on her knee, pushing that leg of hers up as you continued railing to her. She was babbling…curse words, your name, incoherent noises. Goddamn. Her mind was one clouded mess, miles away by now.
When Regina’s back arched off the mattress, she exclaimed, “Oh, fuck!”
You looked at her, slightly worried, “You okay? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, no, no, no, no, no.” She gasped, “Don’t— don’t stop. That feels so fucking good, baby. Keep going— I’m so close— so close—”
“Alright~” You smiled, relieved and eager, “Don’t hold back, Regina.” You resumed your consistent motion of impaling her, watching her face contort, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She babbled in a daze. “Let it all go, Reg. Let it all go.”
“God, you’re insane…” She panted, breathless.
“You’re the one gushing now and I’m barely doing anything anymore.” You retorted.
“God, keep going.”
“What?”
“I want more, keep going.” Her voice was airy, soft. “Keep going?”
You nodded, giving her what she wanted and completely disregarding the state of your sheets. “Oh, you’re so hot, baby.”
“Fuck’s sake.” Regina chewed on her lower lip, “I— I need your mouth— God, fuck—”
Once again, you went along with her happily, pulling out of her then promptly diving back into her cunt, tasting every last drop of her. And yet, she just kept spilling into your mouth. At this point? You couldn’t care less if you drowned. “Damn.” You chuckled, “How far can you go?”
“Push me.” She ordered.
“Well, since you asked…” You shoved your fingers back inside her, assaulting her sensitive spot while lapping her up without complaints.
Somehow, her pitch got higher, making you giddy. You feel her tightening around your fingers rapidly, and you kept going to push her over the edge again. She came, and she came hard. She even backed away a little, so you immediately stopped. That was it, she didn’t want more and you knew. It’d been discussed— if she backs away like that, you’d stopped.
With a tentative hand on her thigh, you shushed her, trying to help her find her breath again. “You’re okay, I got you. You’re okay.”
She nodded, “I know, I know. Oh— my God, I love you.” Hiding her face in her hands to hide the blushing, you brushed her hands away when you crawled back up to lay down next to her. “Look at me.” You held her face in your hand, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She does, and you continue, “I love you. sometimes your mind’s gonna try to convince you otherwise…but, I really, really do. I love you so fucking much and I never want you to forget that.”
“After all of that? I won’t ever be able to get you out of my mind.” She jokes, her usual smirk on her face.
“I mean it. I love everything about you, every little bit of you. Just like you do me. You are perfect the way you are.”
Regina kisses you back, snuggling closer to you. “I know you do, and I promise. No more of that ‘keeping things to myself’ next time…I’ll try my best to talk about it, with you, or with a therapist.”
“And if you ever need to get away from your house, please don’t hesitate to come over to my place. Please. Come over here yourself, or call me, or text me. Anything.”
“Roger that.” She smiled just slightly, which turned into a smirk. “Also, you are freakishly good at whatever that was. Never came this hard in my life.”
“Well, you also did more than that, but…anything for you, eh?” Your fingers traced along her arm. Regina chuckles, “Oh, I’m just as shocked as you are. Sorry about the mess.”
“I’m not sorry, Reg. They’re just sheets.” You laughed, rubbing her back. “You wanna take a shower? Freshen up?”
“That sounds nice, sure.”
“Alright.” You got up first, then pulled her up, “Let’s go.” She smacks you on the ass while you walk ahead of her, entering the ensuite bathroom first. You gasped, “Regina.”
“I think, it’s only fair that you get your turn too now.” She whispers into your ear, sending a chill down your back. “Do you want that, baby girl?”
Legs entangled as we cuddle into one another with the blanket half off and half on. Music plays lightly in the back as we watch the snow fall.
Bodies squirming and turning. Hands lightly grazing over exposed skin, fingers lazily make random patterns and slowly expose more skin to explore. Lips pecking and sucking on your neck to your jaw.
Soft conversation, accompanied by subtle moans and groans, fills the room.
Kunigami happily accepted a cup of tea from his sister-in-law as she joined him on the couch. His husband was sprawled on the floor next to his tiny niece, watching with rapt attention as she reached for toys just out of her reach.
"Okay, kiddo, warp speed," Chigiri said to the baby, gently scooping her up and moving her closer to the toys. "Uncle Hyoma will have you running all over the place before you know it."
"Hyoma, please, I've only got so much energy," Chigiri's sister moaned from the couch. "Let her take her time to start running, okay?"
Chigiri shot her his best annoying-little-brother grin and turned his attention back to the baby.
"He's better with her than I expected," Chigiri's sister said to Kunigami. "He's never been much of a kid person. Classic youngest child, y'know?"
"She may have converted him, he talks about her all the time. He's very excited to be Bad Influence Uncle Hyoma when she's older."
"Goddamnit." She took a beat, watching her brother with a soft expression on her face. "Have you two thought about having your own?"
"What, by magic?"
"Stop it, you know there are plenty of ways for gay couples to have children."
"Now you sound like my mother." Kunigami watched his husband giggle at the baby's attempts to mimic his expressions. "I always thought I'd be a father some day, but when we got married I let it go. Hyoma told me he didn't want kids before I proposed and that's okay with me. Hyoma's enough."
The baby started to fuss, and Chigiri stood and scooped her up, snuggled her to his chest. She settled almost immediately and cuddled closer to her uncle. Within a few minutes, she was asleep.
"Sorry Hyoma, I think you might be stuck like that for a bit," his sister said.
"I don't mind, let her sleep."
Watching Chigiri sway gently with the sleeping girl, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her head, did something to Kunigami's heart. Chigiri just looked right holding a baby, in spite of his prickly, anything-but-gentle personality. Kunigami had always been the more domestic of the two, had always valued a peaceful, comfortable home life above almost all else after his turn in the Wild Card program. But even he didn't have the same ease with children that Chigiri had with his niece.
Maybe, he realized, he wasn't totally ready to give up on the idea of fatherhood.
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Whether Kunigami was ready to be a father or not turned out to matter less than whether he was ready to broach the subject with his husband.
Over the following weeks, Chigiri fell into a depression that left him tired and crabby. They'd rode out several episodes like this before, and Kunigami knew from experience it was no time to ask Chigiri to think very deeply about anything. Kunigami turned his attention to making sure Chigiri ate a decent amount and drank water.
Unfortunately, a depressed Chigiri was not a chatty Chigiri, which meant Kunigami had space to spiral.
By the time he sat on the couch two weeks later, Chigiri's head on his lap, Kunigami had convinced himself that not only would his husband never want a baby, but that even suggesting a baby would be the end of their marriage.
"Okay, Hero, what's going on with you?" Chigiri asked, eyes still closed as he leaned into Kunigami's fingers scratching his scalp.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm laying right next to your stomach, babes, you've got a riot going on in there," Chigiri heaved himself up so he could look at his husband. "And usually when I'm in a funk you talk at me constantly and you've been quiet for days. What's bothering you?"
"It's nothing, just a work issue that's been stuck in my mind, nothing to worry about."
Chigiri narrowed his eyes. "A work issue? What's happening at work?"
"Argument with a player. They...are refusing to follow concussion protocol."
"Who?"
"You wouldn't know him."
"Ren, you're a medic for Manshine."
"Right."
"I play for Manshine. I know all of the players. Nobody's been out for a concussion lately."
"It just happened...in the weight room. Yesterday."
Chigiri scooted further away to better look at Kunigami's whole body.
"Why are you lying to me, Rensuke?"
Kunigami looked away. His cheeks were hot.
"If you don't tell me what's going on right now I'm going to lose my goddamned mind."
"You look really adorable and happy with your niece and I want to talk about kids with you! But you've always said you don't want them and I'm afraid you're going to get upset!"
Chigiri blinked at him.
"You want a baby?"
"...yes. I think so. Or I want to think about it? Maybe a kid, if we adopt?"
"Didn't we decide we weren't doing the kid thing?"
"Yes, that's the point of revisiting the subject."
Chigiri blinked and sat back onto the couch. Kunigami's ears were ringing and his heart was racing. He wondered, distantly, if he was having a stroke.
"I don't hate the idea as much as I used to," Chigiri said finally.
"What?"
"You're right, I've really enjoyed helping my sister with the baby. And I like watching you take care of people at work, you're really good at it. So...yeah. I don't hate the idea of having a kid as much as I used to."
"Is that a yes?"
Chigiri laughed, leaned in to kiss Kunigami's cheek. "It's a 'lets think about it.'"
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Kunigami's alarm went off and he rolled over, intent on cuddling his husband for a bit before getting up. But the other side of the bed was empty, the blankets tucked tightly around his body.
Confused, he padded out to the kitchen only to be met with the adorable sight of Chigiri making breakfast while holding their baby girl on his hip, happily chatting with her as if she were responding.
"How long have you been up? I didn't even hear her cry," Kunigami said as he kissed them both.
"She didn't, I'm just on her schedule now."
Kunigami hummed and took the little girl so Chigiri could use both hands to cook. Kunigami's sister had been their surrogate, and she was Chigiri's clone with soft pink hair and eyes and features that looked angular even with her baby fat. Even so, Kunigami could see hints of his family in her expressions and height, far taller than average for her age.
She giggled and tugged at the loose ends of hair sticking out of Chigiri's bun. Kunigami grabbed her tiny hand, her fingers wrapped around his thumb. He grinned, kissed Chigiri again. He'd never been so happy.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So excited about this little project I’m in!
A very wholesome fic for a change, no angst, haha...
Oh yes, did you know Jupiter has 2 boyfriends now? You’re welcome!
"The colourful crowd was streaming into the candlelit foyer of the concert hall, excited chattering filled the air. Morrigan couldn’t help but gawp at the incredibly mesmerising view of the luxurious interior. Jack next to her seemed unimpressed, as per usual.
Tonight’s opera was specifically suitable for all ages, as Dame Chanda had emphasised several times and therefore she had offered to not only invite her fellow Deucalion entourage to the opening night, but also Morrigan’s and Jack’s friends. They had arranged to meet them before the start of the show so they could sit with them on the main floor rather than in Jupiter’s private box."
This is a collaboration and will focus on a different character/ship in each chapter!
1 - intro / Jupratim (lumau)
2 - Morridence (Ranger_NJoyC)
3 - Archthorne (pluckycluckyducky)
