content: no proof read!, fem!reader, dad!nanami, nanami and reader have three sons: ren (3), haruki (seven) and kaito (eight), just nanami admiring his wife and being thankful of you being the mother of his children.
nanami always thought that he would be a girl dad, he always imagined himself doting his little princess and you, but never in his life he would have thought he would end up being a father of three boys.
three boys that looked exactly like him, same blonde hair, same brown eyes and even the same facial expression of disappointment. something that gojo liked to emphasize — it’s like nanami multiplied by three.
it was a normal thursday night when you left nanami and the boys at home. it wasn't uncommon for you to go out sometimes with shoko and higuruma to have some drinks. but while you were having the most relaxing and chill night, kento was having the opposite.
"no cawots" said your son ren, as he moved the plate in front of him, a small scowl adorning his chubby face. kento sighs, tonight the boys have a wide variety of vegetables (and meat) to eat, but of course the carrots and the green beans are the least popular dishes.
"come on, my love, I put a few of them because I knew you didn't like it, look your brothers are eating everything" kento says as he points his two oldest sons, haruki and kaito as they're both too strangely quiet eating their food.
"it's not true" ren points out "they awe ex-exchanging the fwood between the twable ewytime you tuwn around" shocked by his son's confession kento turns around as he sees the two oldest cought red handed.
"ren you're a snitch" says your son haruki as kaito agrees with him.
"we're not going to play with you anymore" says kaito. kento tries to interfere but a loud cry is heard, and he sees ren crying, chubby cheeks red and with tears.
kento sighs again, in times like these he always wonders how you do it, every time you're here everything goes smoothly, the children listen, they behave. but when he's here he feels like he lacks something 'am I not a good father?' he thinks, he brushes the thoughts away, and places both hands on the table, catching the children's attention.
"okay, that's enough" he looks at his two older sons "first finish whatever you have on your plates and if I see any type of smuggling you're grounded" kaito and haruki nod at the same time, as they see his serious face "and second and last: apologise to your bother."
"we're sorry ren" both of them look down. ren looks at them still sniffling "it'z owkay"
"now let's finish the carrots, and then we will see cars, after that bed"
as if some magic words were spelled, the children finish their food and the night goes smoothly.
by the time the clock hits 10 o'clock, he's tucking in ren. as he exits the room, he finally let's his shoulders relax, going straight to the sofa kento sits, he looks at the side wall, a portrait of you, the children and him smiling widely. he looks at the other photos and smiles, never had he thought that he would be living such a fulfilling life as this.
he hears some keys giggling, and the door of the entrance opens revealing your form, he sees how you try to keep your steps light in order not to wake up anyone.
"they're all asleep" you jump at the sound of his voice.
"oh my god kento, you almost gave me a heart attack" you say as you place your hand on your chest. "how did it go? did they behave?" kento approaches you, engulffing you into his embrace.
"you're amazing you know that, right?" he says, you chuckle at his words "I told you cooking vegetables tonight wouldn't be a good idea" you smile at him, as you cup his face with your hands.
"were they smuggling the food?" you said, kento laughs "they were successful until ren snitched on them" you laugh this time. although they were a carbon copy of your husband they were still children, sometimes you wondered if kento was like this growing up.
"well, since you did a wonderful job, how about we lay here a little bit" you say as you guide him towards the sofa "you really deserve it"
"oh tonight was nothing, I should be the one doing this to you every day" he says as he sits on the sofa, he opens his legs to give you some room to sit on his thigh. "you're amazing my love, I'll never get tired of saying it"
"I'll never get tired of saying to same to you too my love. never"
contents: lower case intended, not proofread – fem!reader, neuvillette loves his wife too much, fluff, a little bit of angst, but like too little, is just a dragon pouting, also reader calls neuvillette vivi as a nickname.
there are two things that neuvillette doesn’t like. one is too much sugar on his newly brewed tea and the second one is when you don’t give him a good bye kiss before going to work.
so imagine the face he made when he saw that you went straight outside, not even casting him a glance as you ran over with a bag full of papers for a case you were working.
his day started bad and so Fontaine would be the victim of it.
it wasn't until you arrived at the courthouse that you realised your mistake, and as if the sky could hear your thoughts a big thunder was heard and then rain started pouring incessantly. you knew you screwed up big this time, neuvillette wasn't someone to have this type of meltdowns, unless you forgot to give him his precious goodbye kiss. you still remember that one time you were on the countryside and he couldn't find you, the rain was so strong that the river that was a few kilometres away from the cottage you were staying, overflowed. after that you knew better tat to fogger to give your husband a kiss before heading out, not today tho, it totally slipped out of your mind.
"miss (yn), the Iudex is looking for you" one of the melusines next to your office tells you.
it doesn't take to much time before you see your lovely dragon husband sulking in his seat. this is the governor of Fontaine but also your husband.
"vivi my dear, I want to apologise –" you start but your husband is quicker "if I did something to wrong you, forgive me my dearest" you can feel the rain intensifying outside the building.
"neuvillette" you call him, his intense purple eyes looking at you “I just forgot to kiss you, this case I pretty complex and I was to caught up with some new evidence that I totally forgot to kiss you” your steps echoes as you get closer to him “you know I would never get mad at you my love”
and as if you casted some magic words, you see how the rain is falling less and less, everything is calm, just like your husband’s heart at your words.
“sorry i think i overreacted my dear” his embrace is firm, you feel how calm he is now, his head rests in the crook of your neck, you place your hand on the back of his neck as a way to reassure him of your presence as your lips slowly find their place on the corner of his lips “it’s okay vivi, im here now”
cred. to artist — la sirena (1893): giulio aristide sartorio
ironsmith!higuruma who has been living in a small village that supposedly borders with the underworld, acherontia.
ironsmith!higuruma who one day on his way to the shop saw a woman in a cloak looking around his shop. he ignores her, but there’s a feeling that he may know her from somewhere.
ironsmith!higuruma who hears the bell of his shop ring, only to find the same woman on the other side of the counter.
“I was told that you craft the best swords around here” he looks at her, an unreadable expression on her face “I would like some to get commissioned. Is a 500 gold coins enough?”
ironsmith!higuruma who looks at the woman, a questioning look adorning his ever so serious face “I think that quantity is too much m’lady, a 100 is more than enough for a good sword” she looks at him, her eyes locking his “I don’t want something good, I want excellence. Will you be able to meet my requirements?”
ironsmith!higuruma who feels a slight pang on his ego at the woman’s words “Yes m’lady. I shall have it in no more than a week. Is that okay for you?” the woman now looks at him with a smile “Excellent. Then the deal is closed” she extends her ungloved hand.
“I don’t think the lady would like to touch hand such as mine” higuruma looks down at the small notebook to register her information “I just need the lady’s name and surname or the house” he looks up, she still has her right hand extended at him, waiting for him to close the deal.
with a sigh higuruma wipes out a little bit of coal that’s stained on his left hand and shakes the woman’s hand. she smiles “my name is y/n from Lady Mortuorums’ house. See you in a week Higuruma”.
Higuruma writes down her information after she leaves the shop. But before he can go to the back part of the shop higuruma stop on his tracks. A chill runs down to his spine before the realizes.
