lindirlos
lindirlos
the tainted sorrow
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currently into tkdb and bsd || lumi/lindir, 22, she/her || hoping to make some friends
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lindirlos · 19 hours ago
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i come bearing gifts
jacked luca w/ a babyface is everything to me. he's like :) before absolutely pulverising his opponent... boxer! rui is also extremely fucking funny to me. i imagine he's not cursed here but if he was i imagine the other fighter making skin contact and the last thing they see before fucking DYING is a little heart shaped ahoge
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lindirlos · 2 days ago
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Two types of people
MC VS TAIGA
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Based on game scene:
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lindirlos · 2 days ago
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are u all. picking up what i'm putting down
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lindirlos · 2 days ago
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like real people do | hoshibami taiga
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Taiga seems awfully enamoured with your new lipstick. Luckily (or not), you are awfully enamoured with him.
contains — fluff and angst, making out, some mildly suggestive dialogue. blood, biting, imagined consumption stuff (eating you once transformed into the kyklos). a hint of masochism??? (goes with the biting). he holds his gun to ur head but you’re impossibly into it (you match each other’s freak idk what to say). mild religious (buddhist) imagery. reader wears lipstick, petnames 'doll' and 'kitty-cat' are used but otherwise no gendered language. you are ridiculously down bad for e/o it's actually crazy
wc — 2.3k (head in hands)
notes — went a little insane writing this ngl both due to my insomnia and my biblical need for him... prompted by my art of lipstick smeared taiga here. title is taken from hozier's song (i'll always defend fic writers using his lyrics). hope you enjoy!
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“Stay still.”
Something incoherent leaves Taiga’s lips on a low breath, head lolling against the back of his chair. “Been staying still for a while, doll.”
“I beg to differ,” you mutter, swiping a finger over the countless smudges decorating his rouged skin. He’s been unpredictable as ever in the last half hour — ducking down to catch your lips with his own at the most sporadic times, turning his cheek when you’d finally set your sights on his mouth. “And you’ve got some nerve to complain when you dragged me up here in the first place.”
You’d been searching for a classmate at Sinostra when Taiga had appeared out of thin air to stare at you very intensely before hauling you into his room. This wasn’t exactly a foreign occurrence, but he’d gone about doing so with particular zeal. He’d swiped his thumb over your painted lips — a new shade you’d bought recently on a solo outing — grinning in a way that made your heart lurch and an idea stir in your mind. Either way, he definitely didn’t complain when you pushed him into his damned torture chair, muttering about how if he wasn't going to let you go regardless, you supposed the cosmetic could still use some extra testing. 
“Can’t blame me for that, can ya?” A squeeze to your hip; the barrel of his revolver glints in the afternoon light as it rises up, sun-edged against his head. “Walkin’ around the casino lookin’ like that…”
You pinch his cheek, eliciting a short yelp. “Mhmm.” 
His eyes are bright. Twin shards of jadeite flash sharp enough to cut, sparks bursting against your skin— you tip your head down and smear another set of kisses across his collarbone, tongue sown with the sudden taste of char.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you mumble between marks. “‘S the same look you get when you gamble.”
“Thought you were into it.” 
“I am. Just not while we’re alone.”
“Oh?” Taiga tips your chin up, nail pressing into the pigment-stained plush of your lip. “We can always take this back outside. Would make for a good show—“
You deadpan. “You were complaining about me being in the casino ten seconds ago.”
“Mm, not the same.” He twirls his gun around his trigger finger. You follow the movement with half-clouded eyes. “Fuckers would know I’m yours.”
He says it so casually. You heave out a sigh and a you're oddly romantic today, the tail end of which is muffled by the salt of his skin when you tuck your head down once more. 
“… You look so pretty like this,” you murmur, as if it will alleviate the burning in your ears. 
The image you have of him is pieced together from fragments of this intimacy — you have dared not pull away enough to view your handiwork in its entirety. You can see it, though, in your mind’s eye. The clearest mark — the very first one you made — is right over his left cheekbone. Then comes the stain across his lips, now smudged beyond all recognition. After is the peak of his clavicle, and the trail over its crest, and the mess mottling his throat. You map out the paths out with your fingers, an astronomer of his skin, each kiss something like a star — not everlasting, perhaps, but brilliant nevertheless. You would wish on them a thousand times. You know you have wished for these moments with him a thousand more. 
A little more time, you whisper to yourself, watching how your tinted fingertips smear the faintest of prints across his skin. Just to share. 
(It is a fact that all the time in the world could never satisfy you. A hundred, thousand, million revolutions of the wheel of life with him would still leave you wanting more. The idea of need — of feeding — is inextricable from Taiga, to you. 
Somehow, that makes the idea of five more minutes infinitely more wonderful.)
“Somethin’ on your mind, kitty-cat?”
You huff at the familiar name. Snapped free from your stupor, you peer up at him through hazy eyes from your perch in his lap— ah, perhaps it was more accurate than you’d given him credit for. 
This new consideration is broken by a prompt click and the chill of gunmetal poised right against your temple.
“I’ll say it again,” he muses, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he seizes your chin in hand. “Somethin’ on your mind, kitty-cat?”
You blink slowly. There might be adrenaline spiking somewhere in your blood; you register faintly your pulse quickening, breath hitching, every nerve set aflame by the match-strike cut of his eyes. 
“No,” you hum. A soft smile curves your lips. You’ve been through this routine before. He won’t shoot. He wouldn’t if you dared him; he didn’t the last time you did, anyways. You tip your head to the side, letting your eyes flutter shut as the muzzle of his gun presses into your temple a little harder. How different is it, really, to his palm? “Nothing important.” 
He holds your gaze when you finally open your eyes. If he is searching for something, you do not question it. 
A glimmering idea overtakes you like a sunset flash. 
You rear up, a fleeing hare’s pelt gleaming in the sun, and quickly press your lips to the barrel of the revolver. The stain it leaves is slightly tacky, but the metal’s coolness is welcome against your swollen lips and the shades complement each other well. You manoeuvre yourself back into place just in time to catch his expression, and tuck it safely away. 
“Huh, kitty-cat.” He looks delighted. You arch a brow, barely able to contain your own giddy grin. “Didn’t know you had that in ya.”
You shake your head. “I’m disappointed, Hoshibami.”
His arm drops down — not before he tips the gun towards him and checks the stain himself, clicking his tongue. You watch, enamoured. 
“Prefer the ones you leave on me.” He shrugs. The revolver makes a dull thud on the carpet, and then he is lounging to the side, head propped up on the heel of his palm to expose the ruined canvas of his neck. You exhale lowly. He raises an eyebrow, all teeth and heart and beauty incarnate— but before your lips meet his flesh you pause and simply look. 
You’d been somewhat afraid of it, before, wondering just how much of everything you have to lose you would find gazing back. And yet, there is nothing of the sort; you notice only how the sunlight is kind to Taiga. It breathes life into him — makes his hair dance around his eyes, carmine and gold spun into something soft and quick and brilliant like a hearth set to burn away the parts of you that hurt. There is ash on your tongue when you close the gap. His rings sear their shadows into your waist; you press yourself into him further, deeper, like you could kiss the demons you know haunt him into becoming your own—
The tip of his canine catches on your lip, and your mind goes blank. Pulse thundering, you tip your head and press the rouged flesh into the point, melting against him at the stab of pain that ricochets through you, keening softly at the satisfied hum he feeds into your mouth. 
This is heaven, you think. It is in the coppery tang he smears across your mouths, the way he forces his lip between your teeth and rasps for you to bite. He is heaven. 
And who are you to defy a divine command? 
"Fuck, doll," he groans out through a heartstopping grin, pulling back in spite of all your protests. The skin of his lower lip is pulled taut over his teeth. It is split so tenderly. You think of digging your nails into a pomegranate, watching the seeds tumble forth as it gapes like an unholy maw, crimson sinking along the invisible paths of your meridians the same way you grew to love him — steady, secret, absolute. "That's it." 
Oh.
You freeze.
It's not the first time you've done this. You have long come to know the taste of copper as the taste of love, of giving, of want— but there is a new gleam in his half-lidded eyes and it feels like you are falling all over again. 
“Careful, Taiga,” you rasp, borderline dizzy as you swallow. Still, you crack a smile. “Keep talking like that and I might just fall in love with you.” 
Will he love you when you become the horror you were always meant to be? When your skin is rendered indistinguishable from bone and you smell of death and honeysuckle rather than the sunlight of his room, will he still try to hold you? Will he pin you down, eyes alight with hunger as he pries apart your ribcage and closes his teeth around what is left of your heart?
You kiss him harder, until the ache in your chest is swallowed by the crush of your mouth, and there is nothing except Taiga, nothing except yourself. Because you may not be able to give him time, or a future, or anything that hums along to the tune of forever, but you can give him you. 
(In another world, when you kiss him you are saying please. This is all I am. This is all I have. If I must go, let me take the memory of you with me.)
You do not know how long you spend there; only that the sun is beginning to wane when exhaustion finally weighs you down, and every gasp for air feels like a stab. Taiga is ravaged beneath you, a devastating harbinger of your ruin hewn from blood and lipstick and heaving flush. A distinct sort of dizziness takes over you when you catch sight of yourself in the far mirror; you blink away the haze and turn back to him, softening at how he leans into your palm. 
“We should clean up,” you hum. 
He grumbles. You tilt his chin up, meeting his eyes. “Taiga,” you say, in a warning tone.
“Later,” he yawns. You don’t know what else you expected, really. “We’re takin’ a nap, first.”
He doesn’t wait for your response before sweeping you into his arms, rising up from the seat with a groan and a crack of his neck. You wind your fingers into the gold at his nape as he traipses over to the bed, tugging the covers back and setting you down. 
“The sheets are gonna get stained,” you murmur, but you let him toss the blanket over the both of you and pull you close. 
“Don’t give a shit.” He closes his eyes. You tug at his hair, letting out a soft giggle when his nose scrunches, and scratch lightly at his scalp the way you know that he adores. 
How lovely it is to be something to someone, you think. He is beautiful, and he is yours. You will never forget it for as long as you live. You stroke his hair again, soft murmurs laced with something sweet as his voice rumbles in the crook of your neck. 
(Mine, you whisper to yourself. Mine. Your beginning, and your end, and your everything in between. 
It could be enough, you think, in the fading light’s embrace. 
This is enough.)
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Taiga has known you for a very long time. 
He has known you through every reset, every cycle. Every death. He knows the glow of your name in every colour you speak in, has memorised how your eyelashes scatter the moonlight when you are breathing soundly in his arms, pressed close enough to suffocate all your ghosts. You have come and gone and been a thousand times, and Taiga will know you through a thousand more. He is prepared for it. He has always been prepared for it.
(Sometimes, though, you laugh above him — warm and brilliant, edges dripping with sun — and a part of him believes that he is living your very first kiss all over again.)
He opens his eyes. You are fast asleep before him, swollen lips parted slightly, mouth smudged through with red. A voice whispers that you are not real; that this is but another fleeting dream, a rare memory he can extract from the fog of his mind before he wakes up and it is all burning to the ground. 
(If you are real, that means your tears, your screams, your pleas for him to come down are real. Till death do us part, Hoshibami; you’re not getting away from me that easily. Take my hand. I still have so much more to know about you. Come on, Taiga, I’m begging you, please— you promised, you promised, you promised—)
You shift against his chest, murmuring something unintelligible, and if only for a moment the heat dies down on his skin. Perhaps, when he gazes down at your face tucked into his shoulder, it is in mourning. One of the many things Taiga has come to know about you is that you are exceptionally good at loving things, and you lose them every time. It is in your blood. It is how the story you were born for goes. 
You don’t know that, though. You are something more, you with all your calculations and curiosities and bright-eyed challenges. And when you stand amidst the storm with your ashen prayers, you do not know that Taiga wants nothing more than to be held by you there on the balcony rail, to be loved by you in any way that would not make the flames grow taller. Because you may belong to time, to the fires, to the tides—
—but Taiga will always belong to you. 
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thank you for reading!
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is a lot of this reminiscent of edgy wattpad romance? yes. am i a sucker for consumption and pomegranate motifs, derivative or not? also yes. however i pitch that u can write what you want forever.
thank you for reading i’m sending one million heart emojis directly to your door!!
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lindirlos · 3 days ago
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even beyond my general longing for female characters in this game i do genuinely adore mc. i don’t think there’s anything new i could say about her perseverance and her ability to move forward with a good heart in the face of her curse (which is actual horror shit. i could write a whole other post just on it) but i’m going to rant anyways. she never wallows, never self-pities even though it would be completely justifiable. obviously doing so would not make her any less worthy or any less strong but it’s just an aspect of her personality that i think is so wonderful…
(yes a lot of it is that the devs can’t assign her very potent traits for the sake of keeping her a ‘blank slate’ but shhhh)
i also love the little more hidden aspects of her personality. the childish wonder with which she explores her new world. her ability to empathise with those who have always been othered. she’s reserved, likes to observe, wants to be there for people because since arriving that is what so many have done for her. haku, luca, kaito, yuri and jiro (in their own ways) etc… i rag on mc’s treatment by darkwick affiliates a lot but there is a lot of love in her story and in her. and i don’t think it should be discounted
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this statement mc makes to professor hyde at the end of ep 3 makes me think a lot too because i love it so much. she’s still practically a newcomer at this point and has every right to let her fear of the ghouls overpower her. but she doesn’t. she treasures their trust. they believe in her and that’s enough. simple as that. she might die in a year, she’ll probably stare at the entrance to hell a thousand times before that, but through it all someone trusts her. someone trusts that when she holds them she holds the universe together. someone trusts that she is trying
yeah they’re crazy powerful yeah they’re inhuman (is humanity overrated? more at 5) yeah most of them are batshit crazy. but they are people. in this world where strength is placed on such a pedestal and used as an excuse to strip individuals of their humanity i think it’s wonderful that there is someone who understands that in the end everyone is a person. regardless of what the world may say
i have so much more to say about her but tldr mc <333333 mc <3 mc <33
(! just want to note that i don’t really blame the general students who are wary of the ghouls. just because the existing prejudices seem so ingrained into the school itself and it is a really difficult hurdle to jump (also bc like 80% of the ghouls are infact a little crazy but what else is new). that being said i don’t think that it being difficult means they shouldn’t try but i do understand why they don’t)
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lindirlos · 3 days ago
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lindirlos · 5 days ago
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ahahahahhaa.... aha.... ha...........
glasses ver under the cut :)
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lindirlos · 7 days ago
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sequel to this post here featuring mc + my favourite girls.........
(left to right is utahime from jujutsu kaisen, lumine from genshin impact, and sagiri from hell's paradise: jigokuraku)!
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lindirlos · 7 days ago
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somewhat of a detour from my original idea BUT here is some very self indulgent art of mc in some of my favourite girls' outfits....
(left to right is osaragi from sakamoto days, yosano from bungou stray dogs, and kafka from honkai star rail!)
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lindirlos · 7 days ago
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Thank you ep13 I don't need to think what animal for our girl
I was thinking "I found you/you found me" for kyklos or maybe "look at me" but I don't think I understand her enough
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lindirlos · 8 days ago
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i think that one day you and haku are just. sitting together. maybe working on some assignments that are due soon. it's quiet save for the soft drumming of the rain outside and the clacking of your keyboards and the occasional question you offer up, always met with a soft reply. your legs are tucked neatly over his lap. there's something sweet in the air.
and then haku just. looks at you.
he doesn't really think about it. he's never needed to. your face is a little scrunched up the way it always is when you're focusing but the glow of your laptop screen rounds out all your edges so nicely. he thinks you look a bit like an ending - the softest kind, the one he's always wanted.
and it's then and there that some part of him knows that one way or another, every prayer he ever made was for you. that he was asking for you before he knew what it was. that he was born with your name under his tongue, just waiting for the moment he could say it.
he tells you as such. your hands freeze over the keyboard before your shoulders draw in and you shoot him an amused look that by no means hides the shine in your eyes.
"how long did it take you to come up with that one?" you ask through a barely-stifled laugh.
he shrugs, and he holds your gaze, and he can imagine his heart beating soundly in the palm of your hand. it'd be safe with you. he knows it.
"long enough," he replies.
(he thinks he's waited long enough.)
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lindirlos · 8 days ago
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cut w/ sho haizono
note: please someone take my pc away from me i keep word vomiting these.
contains: a lil bit of blood, hurt/comfort.
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A muttered curse escaped your mouth, almost drowned by the clanging sound of the knife falling to the floor, a few droplets of crimson decorating its edge.
Before you could move your injured finger to your mouth out of instinct, a hand grabbed your wrist, forcing you to remain still. Sho's brow was furrowed as he looked at the cut, his thumb guiding you to extend your index finger a bit more.
The ghoul clicked his tongue. "Seriously? Didn't I teach you how to use a knife before?"
His irritation was clear. Had you been anyone else who didn't know him much, you would've thought he was just angry with you for not being able to follow his teachings, but you knew better. The anger in his voice was a result of his worry.
"Sorry, I didn't sleep well last night."
The day before you had had to deal with a rather... difficult mission. The kind that, even after all of the cases you had featured in as an inspector, still left you awake at night, thinking about your curse, wondering if you'll be able to escape such a cruel fate.
His blue gaze moved to your face, examining your expression with an intensity that made it hard not to look away. Then, he softened ever so slightly, gently dragging you by your wrist, using his free hand to rummage through a drawer for something.
"You should've left to take a nap after classes instead of insisting on helping out, then."
"I didn't want to be alone."
Those words escape you before you could think twice, and silence falls for a few moments.
"...Idiot. Just text me next time if you want to hang out."
There was a certain tenderness in his voice, his touch warm and careful as he wrapped a bandage around your finger after cleaning the blood with a cloth. You glance at your digit, then at him.
"What? Do you want me to kiss it better too?" His teasing humor returns for a moment with a grin, before Sho's expressions turns more serious again. "Next time you don't take care of yourself, I'm banning you from the food truck. Understood?"
...Well, it seemed like you had no choice but to do as he said.
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lindirlos · 9 days ago
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some short rui fluff hooray!! and angst makes an appearance but what else is new yk
when rui's curse is finally broken, the first thing you do is take his hands into your own.
they're firm. strong. work-calloused, if you squint. when you turn his palms over you can see how the moonlight skips across the rougher patches of skin, and you trace the arcs of constellations along where the garden's teeth have left their marks. the stories you murmur to hallow their birth are kind ones—kinder than those that hold your fate, either way. you worship like the words can seep into his very marrow, sealed away from the moon-wrecked world beneath his skin, something precious to tuck away for all of time.
the second thing you do is kiss him.
and oh, his mouth is one you were made to drink from—honey, chocolate, want. his tongue is made sweet by the wait, but you close your eyes, and you know that he would have been sweeter still if only you'd been able to taste him all those months ago. no amount of longing could compare.
why didn't you do that first? he pants while you catch your breath, the sounds quivering, sun-warmed, tumbling free through a smile you think would taste like spun sugar if you were to kiss it off again. you do. he chases your lips when you pull away, and you whisper:
i wanted to see what you'd look like when i finally held you.
he freezes.
and then he laughs.
it starts off gentle, like the coming of rain—like the first few rays of dawn as they reach into the night, begging to rise. and then it bursts. and then it is brilliant, a solar flare that blinds you to the dusted world, sparks bursting against your skin with the burn of his mouth against yours. you collide again and again and again, stumbling and giggling through the mess, kissing all your murmured confessions away so they may be uttered anew as you sear the memory of each other into your palms—
you wake up gasping.
the air is silvered and empty. your eyes burn. there's salt on your tongue; you smear it across the back of your hand, willing the cold away.
"just a dream," you murmur. you should've known.
there's an ache inside you, tender like a bruise. you press a hand to your chest. the warmth is fading fast.
you shake your head. it was never there to begin with, you remind yourself, reaching for the glass of water on your nightstand, ignoring how very cold you feel when your fingers wrap around its chill.
you tip your head back and drink.
just another dream.
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lindirlos · 11 days ago
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hello~ i'm here to offer my services to the jabberwock friends!
i'm a little shy (yes, even online) so sorry in advance if this come off as awkward. personality wise i'm the kind of person that takes a bit of time to be comfortable around people but once i do i'm a menace :) i like yapping about my interests; reading and writing are the two things i love most in my life. sometimes i do little crafty projects (like create my own jewelry or personalize my shirts). my personal style often varies from soft grudge to casual to pastel, i don't if this information could help. also! my favourite colors are blue and lilac, my favourite house is hotarubi and right now my favourite ghoul is Rui! (but i also really really love Taiga and Sho).
and i think that's all? sorry if this is so long. also, i kinda did this as a birthday gift for myself so thank you if you're going to do my request!! have a nice day<3
hello! it looks like your jumpsuit has arrived ...
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the lilac fabric is coarse under your fingertips. it's made for general maintenance in mind. each pocket is deep and has a large button to hold it shut, perfect for carrying around any tools you might need! there are a series of wisteria petals up your left arm and a small highway to home logo printed on the left breast pocket. overall, it's a jumpsuit with a very convenient vibe that would be of great service when working on your projects!
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lindirlos · 13 days ago
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parenthood ౨ৎ tokyo debunker
SFW // Drabble Fluff HCs
content., fluff, all the ghouls! reader is a mom/afab, she/her used! called mama + papa + daddy + by kids, established marriage relationship though not explicitly stated, not a-star parenting, some of these are more focused on the ghouls than the reader. this takes place after darkwick graduation so everyones 30ish! Pneumonia story in Yuri’s that includes taking medicine, not proofread, maybe ooc tried my best! y/n = your name, reader is burnt out in Towa’s story, Leo is literally a menace to your guy’s kid
will get reworked!
the types of parent the ghouls are, as well as their kids! they’re not exactly the greatest parents, but they do love their kids
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Jin—
- Jin spoils you and your 11 year old son Ryota in every way he can, either with time and affection or a multitude of gifts when busy with work, he will always prefers spending time with the two of you though.
- He enjoys the littler moments, where all three of you are sat on the couch, doing any sort of family activity. Board games, movie nights, anything.
- Bigger social events with your whole family are quite common though with your status as the Kamurai family, which Ryota often objects to as he tends to be on the shyer side. Jin always drags him along though.
- Ryota tends to stick by your side as much as possible while Jin reluctantly has to socialize, the two of you awkwardly standing in the corner of any sort of event.
“… I wanna go home.” Ryota mutters to you from behind his masquerade mask.
“Just a bit longer. Why don’t you try some food?” You nudge him towards the refreshments table.
Ryota eyes a platter of thinly sliced translucent white meat, “What’s that?”
“Um… that must be some type of fowl.” You answer unsure, lifting your champagne glass to your lips.
“…I want salmon.” Ryota crosses his arms, “Why don’t we go home and have chef make some?”
“We have to be here to support Jin.” You reply, placing a hand on Ryota’s shoulder, “If you want seafood, I believe there’s crab legs on that table over there.”
Ryota clicks his tongue, the same expression of annoyance Jin has, “Tch.”
“It won’t be long until your father is done, Ryota.” You say, “Find something to snack on and we can have salmon when we get home.”
Ryota sighs, taking a plate from the table next to you and placing two mini meat tarts on it. He moves the plate towards you, watching as you try it first.
“It’s good, Ryota.” You confirm.
Ryota searches your eyes for any hint of displeasure or dishonesty before taking a small bite out of the tart, “… It’s okay.”
The two of you finish your small snack just as Jin approaches you, looking completely annoyed. Ryota immediately takes it as a sign to leave, placing the plate down and taking a step towards his father.
“Let’s go.” Jin mutters, taking your arm in his and spinning on his heel towards the exit.
- Ryota hurriedly follows behind. And yes, Ryota does get his salmon that night.
Tohma—
- Tohma is the definition of gentle parenting when with your guy’s 6 year old daughter, Asuka. She’s young, and she’s curious, always asking questions about everything she sees.
“what kind of bug is that?”
“That is a ladybug.”
“.. what kind of bug is that?”
“That is my monocle.”
- Treats your daughter like a princess. Buys her dresses, snacks, toys. Anything. Always opens the car door for her, acting like her chauffeur.
“After you, m’lady.”
- Her jaw absolutely drops when Tohma takes her around high-society, especially when she met Uncle Jin for the first time. You thought Tohma spoiled Asuka? Jin doubles it.
- Her room is so lavish compared to the rest of the home, it almost looks like it’d belong to another house, and Asuka is incredibly proud of her collection of gifts! She loves showing them off to you and Tohma every night before bed.
“Now, look at this mama!” Asuka pulls out a velvet jewelry box, opening it to reveal what looks like an incredibly expensive sapphire necklace with encrusted diamonds around the edge.
“My, my.” Tohma crosses his arms, “Did your uncle get you that?”
Asuka nods, putting it back on her shelf.
“Looks like we’ll have to step up our present game.” Tohma says.
“I don’t know about that—“ You reply, looking around the room at the multitude of gift boxes.
“Did you say ‘thank you’?” Tohma asks as Asuka moves through her toy chest.
“Yes!! And I made Uncle Jin a drawing of him and his super cool sword.” Asuka grins, pulling out her favorite stuffed toy— a white rabbit with navy blue ears.
“I’m surprised you still sleep with that one.” You comment, “You’ve got so many new ones.”
“This one’s my favorite!! It’s the first one you and papa got me!” Asuka explains, getting into bed.
You kiss Asuka’s head, shutting off the lamp, “Aww. Goodnight Asuka. I love you.”
“Love you too mama!!”
Kaito—
- Kaito and your young teenage daughter, Miu, are like best friends. They tell each other almost everything, do everything together, and you can hardly spot them apart from each other.
- A dance dad. Attended all of Miu’s dance recitals and practices, always cheering her on from the sidelines.
- Your family has a small tradition the three of you started when Miu was in elementary school, getting crepes together every weekend. You all come by so often, the workers have your order memorized. Two fresh strawberry crepes for you and Kaito, and one chocolate spread crepe for Miu.
- Miu seems to have grown a knack for mischief and adventures though, dragging Kaito along with her so they can make memories. Though reluctant, he always seems to give in to her persuasion every time.
“shit, shit, okay! Don’t tell your mom, she’ll kill me!!”
- home in time for dinner (somehow), both of them trying not to act suspicious. Though, it’s obvious to you the way Kaito is sweating and dodging conversation during dinner that something happened.
- it all comes flooding out as the two of you are getting ready for bed in your shared bedroom, everything about how he and Miu had went ghost hunting and actually ran into a low-level anomaly. As soon as he notices your brows furrowing, he’s apologizing over and over again, reassuring you the anomaly only took one hit from his bow and arrow before perishing.
“aggh, I’m sorry!! I won’t do it again!” Kaito groans, stuffing his face into the pillow.
you bop him on the head lightly, causing him to whine, “I know.. I know.. sorry y/n..”
- though there will certainly be another time the two get up to mischief, kaito always keeps her away from anything even a whiff of dangerous, for your sake. (and his own)
Lucas—
- you two have the absolute sweetest 8 year old girl, Minami, who the two of you love to bits! Somehow, the two of you won the jackpot with how kind and determined she is, a real mirror to her father!
- sword training together, because of course. Minami saw him use his special artifact once, and now she’s obsessed with sword fights. took a lot of convincing and help with a good word from you to get Luca to start training with wooden swords.
- Minami gushes to you everyday about how dad said she was getting so much better as Lyca watches from the doorway, smiling. Insists that she’s going to keep working hard everyday!
- Minami is big on amusement parks and all the rides! Luca always wins her a new huge stuffed animal for her bedroom’s collection.
Minami stops walking, tugging at your hand, “Look!”
You spin around, looking at the 3-foot tall raspberry pink bear hung up on a hook as the grand prize of a throwing darts game.
“Oh, do you want that bear?” Lucas eyes the game watching a multitude of parents try and win their kids a prize.
Minami nods.
“Hm.. it looks like one of those carnival scams.. no one’s even won one of the smaller prizes yet.” You mumble to Luca.
Your daughter looks up at the both of you with watery eyes, pouting, “So we can’t get it?”
“That’s not true!” Luca breaks immediately, “I’ll win you it, I promise.”
Luca has forked over half the cash in his wallet over the course of twenty minutes, absolutely determined on winning that prize! When he finally throws the last dart onto the board, Minami cheers. The game attendant seems surprised, but hands over the pink bear to Luca without reluctance after how much money he spent on the game.
- happily tucks in Minami with her brand new friend who she named ‘Berry’ because it sounded like ‘beary’ before coming to bed with you.
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Alan—
- you both love your 6 year old daughter, Chihiro. though Alan doesn’t explicitly shower her in gifts or affection, you and your daughter both know how much he loves his family.
- he’ll silently sit there as Chihiro plasters sparkly cat stickers across Alan’s face and arms, not even flinching when she has to peel them off before bed.
- personally headcanon that he works as a police officer, so he gets cursed and spit at all the time. but threatening his family? That crosses the line. He won’t beat them up, but he’ll certainly shut them up with a punch.
- his favorite part of the day is coming home to the two of you and having a homecooked meal, everyone sharing what they had done that day.
Alan shuts the front door, the smell of sautéed meat and seasoning wafting from the kitchen. He sets his shoes by the door, walking into the kitchen to see you helping Chihiro whisk miso paste into a boiling pot of water.
“Making dinner?” Alan gently wraps himself around your waist.
“Yeah. Almost done.”
Alan buries his face into the crook of your neck as Chihiro jumps down from her stool, “Daddy! Look! We made hambagu steak!”
Chihiro pulls Alan away to the dining table, showing him the plate of hamburger steak and steamed vegetables.
“Oh, looks good.” Alan comments, sitting down.
“And— look! Look!” Chihiro grabs a drawing from the counter, showing Alan the crayon portraits of your family and house.
“Very nice.” Alan smiles, hands clasped together on the table.
“Dinner’s ready.” You announce, placing the pot of soup in the middle of the table.
Chihiro hastily sits down, scooping rice into the side of her plate. You ladle a small portion of miso soup into a small bowl for Chihiro, placing it next to her plate.
“Dadd! What’d you do at work today?” Chihiro turns to face Alan.
Alan holds his steak steady with a fork, cutting off a chunk, “Hm. Easy day, we checked out a disturbance at a karaoke bar but there wasn’t any issue.”
“I think I’m gonna be a police officer too, so then I can protect everyone!!” Chihiro takes a large bite of her steak.
The three of you continue to talk throughout dinner, sharing a meal as well as laughter. It’s a simple thing, and yet, it will always be the highlight of Alan’s day.
Sho—
- Your 8 year old son, Daichi, is incredibly shy and artistic, sharing new drawings to you and your husband, Sho. The first ever drawing Daichi drew for the two of you was all three of you outside of Sho’s restaurant alongside your family’s sheepdog, Sho praising his artistic skill and pinning it behind the counter at his restaurant.
- Daichi is the type of kid to work at his parent’s restaurant after school though since he’s so shy, he doesn’t work the register and prefers working with Sho in the back of the kitchen, helping keep shelves stocked and marking expiration dates on boxes of produce.
- Sho always brings home dinner after work so you don’t have to cook, different types of dishes each night. Katsu curry, barbecue skewers, teriyaki chicken with sides of steamed broccoli, pulled pork sandwiches, anything he has extra of that day. Sho always makes sure to bring home three servings of whatever meal so the whole family can eat together.
Daichi spoons curry over the breaded pieces of chicken katsu before sliding a new drawing across the table towards you. You look over it, it’s a well-done picture of Sho riding his motorcycle, colored and shaded with color pencils, “Very nice!”
Daichi smiles, Sho leaning over to get a look, “Let me see.”
You hand Sho the drawing, watching as he nods in approval, “I’ll have to pin this one up too. Good job Daichi.”
Daichi quietly mumbles out a thanks as Sho hands the drawing back to him, taking a bite of curry.
- Sho puts the drawing right next to the first one Daichi ever made, beaming whenever a customer inquires about the drawing behind the register, “My son drew it.”
Leo—
- oh, your daughter Hiyoko has a bit of a rebellious streak despite only being 8 years old. At least according to Leo. He has a sharp tongue and is quick to fireback at her when she pushes back though.
“I don’t want to go to school!”
“Kids like you need to!”
“You went to school and look how you turned out!”
“Seriously!? Where are you learning these things!?l
- Gets annoyed when Hiyoko listens to everything you tell her to do, complaining about how she hardly even listens to Leo. You tell him they’re comparable, he’s just gotta be patient with Hiyoko too.
- Shows his affection in other ways. New box of gum on her desk, her favorite dinner wrapped on the kitchen table, or her room completely cleaned— and Hiyoko knows her father is behind it. So she slowly becomes nicer and nicer, listening to Leo just a bit more.
- They actually become incredibly close, like best friends, growing their old bickering into a type of inside joke, making fun of each other but simple and trivial things. They’re no. 1 gossiping duo
“Sayuki’s mom was surprised when you picked me up.” Hiyoko says, holding Leo’s hand as they walked home from school, “She probably thought you were another kid.”
“The hell? I’m not even that short.” Leo’s face sours, “I’m taller than your mother. You’re making that up.”
Hiyoko giggles mischievously, not answering Leo’s accusation, swinging her arm back and forth as they round the corner to your guy’s home.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” Leo says, reaching into his pocket for the house key.
“Thought? I didn’t know you could think.”
Leo is about to respond but stops when he sees you at the door, greeting them.
“Mom!” Hiyoko drops her backpack on the floor, running up to you and hugging you.
“We gotta get rid of this kid. She’s evil.” Leo pretends to whisper to you, though purposefully makes his voice loud enough for Hiyoko to hear.
“Good luck with that! Mom loves me waaay more than you.” Hiyoko sticks her tongue out at Leo.
“Yeah. As if. Good luck getting someone to love you.” Leo pats the top of Hiyoko’s head.
You hit Leo with your elbow shooting him a look to knock it off, though Hiyoko giggles.
- you may not get their relationship, but you certainly do know they love each other.
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Haru—
- you’ve got two sweet girls! mira, who’s 4, and kyoko who’s a bit older at 6! Haru works hard for them, and for you— he’s got a picture of you guys on his desk at work. you really are his motivation honestly!
- brings home treats for the girls after work— gummy bears, caramel chews, and more. after he comes home from work, mira and kyoko run up to him and pester him for candy.
“Did you get the sour gummies I wanted, pa!?” Kyoko is already rummaging through Haru’s belongings.
“Yep!” Haru reaches over her head and pulls the gummies out of his bag.
- The girls absolutely love Peekaboo, chasing him around the house so they can ‘play’ with him. Either you or Haru always have to come to Peekaboo’s rescue once the girls catch him.
- The girls figured out that their favorite thing to do ever is playing makeover with their parents. More specifically Haru. Kyoko and Mira haphazardly rub blue eyeshadow over your lids before moving over to Haru and covering his eyes with the thickest eyeliner wing you’ve ever seen.
“What—? Do I have to put on the dress too..?” Haru sighs, already knowing the answer as Kyoko pulls the hot pink dress over his shirt.
“Yeah!! Then you and mama will both be super pretty!” Mira smiles, grabbing a deep red lipstick.
“Whaa—!?” Haru’s jaw dropped, “I’m already pretty!! I don’t need anymore makeup! You barely put any on your mama!”
“Whoahoa, don’t lump me in, Haru!” You crossed your arms.
“Yeah, that’s cause mama doesn’t need it!” Kyoko laughs mischievously.
“Ouch! So young.. but so mean..” Haru mumbles to himself, staying still as the kids patted white powder over his face.
“Are you ready for your date with mama?” Mira holds a mirror up to Haru’s face.
He gawks at his appearance, drawn on eyelashes with eyeliner, rosy pink circles on his cheeks, and a ring of bright red lipstick lining more than just his mouth. Haru says nothing, stunned into silence.
“Okay! Now kiss mama!” Kyoko pulled Haru closer to you.
“Wait!— wait! Let me clean up a bit—“
- You have to help him clean off the makeup after the girls have went to bed. He thanks you profusely as soon as it’s off, collapsing into bed with you.
Ren—
- you guys have two boys! arata and ichiro, and they’re certainly a handful. and extremely messy, always tracking in mud from the yard and stomping on the rug. ren chases after them with a towel, desperate to get them to stop spreading mud around the house.
“ugh… arata! ichiro!! get back here!”
- complains when he has to bathe them because they always splash water on him in the bath, absolutely drenching him in water by the time he’s done. thought he had cracked the code when he got them rubber ducks and bath toys.. just for them to throw the toys at him. despite always complaining, he’ll still do it every time you tell him to!
- takes them to the park on saturdays and “watches” from a bench. Watches in quotes as he’s on his phone most of the time, yelling at them to ‘play nice’.
“oi! ichiro! let arata play on the firetruck first.”
- drags them back home when they keep on arguing over the slide, scolding them all the way about learning to share and take turns.
“we’re not going back to the playground ‘til the two of start behaving better!”
(takes them back next Saturday regardless)
- there’s a moment of peace in your home as everyone unwinds for the night. when ren has wrestled arata and ichiro into their pajamas, sitting in the middle of their bedroom with action figures. ren smiles— a genuine one— as he plays along with them.
“Kaaapooom!!” Arata slaps the robot figure Ren is holding out of his hand.
Ren picks it back up, clashing it against Arata’s superhero figure, the two plastic toys battling it out.
“Oi! Let’s team up and take dad down!” Ichiro grips his soldier figurine in his hand.
“Huh? That’s not fair.” Ren says, frowning.
Ren’s words fall on deaf ears as Arata and Ichiro hit Ren’s figure with their own, knocking it right out of his hand. The two keep hitting it, making loud and animatic sounds.
“Hey! Hey!! You got me!” Ren cries out, pulling his figure away, “Stop it!”
Arata and Ichiro laugh, “Let’s play tomorrow!”
“If you guys behave, yeah.”
- returns to your guy’s bedroom, absolutely exhausted. falls into your arms and complains about how exhausted he is. Insists you’ll be taking care of the kids by yourself from now on! (you know he doesn’t mean it)
Towa—
- you swear Towa is almost as childish as your 8 year old son, Haruki, the two bickering like children whenever Towa can’t get Haruki to do something simple like put on his shoes.
“You have to put on your shoes before we go out!” Towa shakes his head.
“I don’t wanna!!” Haruki cries.
“Well, your mama would want you to! So you have to!”
- oh so overprotective of the two of you. another kid makes Yasuhiro cry at school? suddenly the kid is no longer showing up, transferring to a school in a completely different town. Towa simply smiles at you when you ask what he did, completely ignoring your question.
- absolute menace of a duo, both are incredibly clumsy resulting in trouble if you leave them alone together too long.
you shut the front door of the house, calling out to Towa and Haruki. You get a yell back from the kitchen, following the noise to see the two on the floor covered in so much flour they look like piles of snow.
“mama!” Haruki exclaims, kicking up flour from the floor as he runs to hug you.
“what happened!?” You look over at Towa.
Towa giggles in response, wiping flour from his face.
“Me and daddy tried to bake cake so we could have it after dinner!” Haruki explains, caking your clothes in flour as he hugs you.
You pat his head before trying to wipe the flour off of you with your hand, sighing from the exhaustion from work. Towa seems to notice though, his smile faltering and that stoic, thoughtful expression of him coming out.
“How about you take a quick bath, Haruki?” You suggest, “I’ll wash yours and daddy’s clothes.”
Haruki runs across the house to find his bath toys, leaving you alone with Towa. You take a rag from the counter, wiping Towa’s face off.
“You look tired, dandelion.” Towa comments.
“Work sucks.” You sigh.
Towa tilts his head, looking around the kitchen at the mess he and Haruki made, “I can clean up and make dinner while you help bathe Haruki.”
You feel surprised at the sudden level of responsibility Towa has grown, though you’re certainly not going to complain.
“Thank you Towa, you’re a real help.”
Towa smiles at the praise, “Hehe, love you dandelion.”
- spoons you that night, peppering kisses all along your face and head as you fall asleep.
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Romeo—
- Romeo will only allow the best for your guy’s 10 year old daughter, Tsukuyo! She’s in the most elite school an elementary schooler can be in, high-end clothes only, and has all the most expensive toys, Romeo makes sure of it.
- Tsukuyo takes after her father a lot with her natural leadership and thirst for perfection. She knows you guys have put her through the best life possible, so she studies hard, making sure to get the top marks in her class.
- Every time she returns home with that red ‘100’ on the top of her tests, Romeo grins.
“That’s my girl!”
- He’s incredibly proud of Tsukuyo, taping every single test to the fridge and bragging to his friends about his SSC! (Super smart cookie)
- As a business man, Romeo often teaches Tsukuyo the ropes, and with how similar they are she catches on fast! She’s ordering around everyone in the office, and by the end of the day, she’s being called Ms. FICO.
“Haha, fantastic work Tsukuyo!” Romeo exclaims at the end of the work day.
Tsukuyo beams proudly, “I wanna tell mom when we get home!”
Romeo nods, starting the car, “She’ll surely be proud.”
A man, one of Romeo’s employees knocks frantically on Tsukuyo’s side of the car window, holding up the kids size light pink briefcase she had brought into the office. Romeo rolls down the window for her as she reaches out for her bag.
“Now leave!” Romeo and Tsukuyo order at the same time.
The man apologizes before scrambling away. Romeo turns to Tsukuyo, “You’ll make an excellent businesswoman.���
She rests the bag into her lap, as Romeo backs out of the parking lot, speeding home like they were escaping the scene of a crime, which could be considered true as they certainly are each other’s partner in crime.
Taiga—
- you don’t think you’ve ever seen Taiga been this gentle with anything before— the way he treats your guy’s 8 year old son, Tsukasa, you think he’s transformed into an entirely different person.
- Whenever Tsukasa messes up or gets hurt while playing too roughly, Taiga is always there, squatting next to him and patting Tsukasa’s head, “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just a bruise.”
- Teaches Tsukasa different card games— poker, rummy, blackjack, baccarat— all of it. No gambling included of course, it’s their way of bonding over one of Taiga’s hobbies.
Taiga blinks, staring at the table as Tsukasa places down his last cards— three Aces. He laughs, throwing down his cards and ruffling Tsukasa’s hair, “Nice job, kiddo.”
“You’re not teaching him to gamble, are you?” You raise your brows at Taiga as you enter the kitchen.
“No, no, we’re just playing Rummy.” Taiga pulls the cards back into the deck, “Dinner soon?”
“Yeah, meat’s thawed.” You turn from the sink to Taiga and Tsukasa at the dining table, “Do you want steak or something else, Tsukasa?”
“I want steak!” Tsukasa answers as Taiga deals out another hand of cards, “Can we have dessert after?”
“I don’t think we have anything sweet.” You answer
“Aw.” The disappointment in Tsukasa’s voice is apparent and it causes Taiga to look up at him.
“I can take Tsutsu for ice cream after dinner.”
- He grumbles whenever you bring up how he’s turned gentle ever since Tsukasa came along, scratching the back of his neck and ignoring your comment.
Ritsu—
- Your daughter and son, Kirika and Meguru, are both 12-year old twins. They’re big mom and dad kids, the four of you an extremely close-knit family.
- Though Ritsu works on weekdays as a lawyer, weekends are all spent with his family. You all often go on family trips to the mall, racking up a tab quickly on different sorts of goods and matching outfits. Yes, your family wears matching outfits.
- Besides just shopping, weekends are spent playing board games and Jenga. This is not something you can escape and these games are taken extremely seriously by your family. /hj
There’s beads of sweat running down Ritsu’s forehead as he reaches for a Jenga piece stuck stiffly in the middle of the structure. He pokes it, grimacing when it doesn’t come out easily. With bated breath, Ritsu pushes it through. The family stares at the tower for a second before watching it collapse on the table. Ritsu groans, “Perhaps there is a different solution to this.”
“You can only take out the middle or the two side pieces.” Kirika says, helping you rebuild the tower.
“I’ll try that next time.” Ritsu shoves a few Jenga pieces towards the two of you.
“Can’t we play something else?” Meguru groans, “I wanna play Uno.”
You glance around at the faces of your family, “Uno?”
Kirika shrugs, “Sure.”
Ritsu rifles the cards into two stacks before letting them cascade down upon each other.
“Dad, can you teach me how to shuffle?” Meguru asks, head on his hand.
“Right after this game.” Ritsu answers, dishing out seven cards to everyone.
“Where’d you learn how to shuffle?” Kirika asks.
“My old house at Darkwick ran a casino.” Ritsu says, picking up his cards.
“You used to gamble!?” Meguru exclaims, slamming his hands down on the table.
“Heavens, no.” Ritsu cocked a brow, “I simply found that it would be a useful skill.”
- Your kids never let that go, always teasing Ritsu about how he helped support an illegal gambling ring. Ritsu always clambers to his defense, insisting that gambling is legal on Darkwick property.
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Subaru—
- Your 10 year old son, Takashi, is the happiest kid on Earth, Subaru makes sure of it. If there’s anything Takashi wants to do, Subaru is his number one supporter! Maybe one week he wants to join his school’s gardening club, the next wrestling. Either way, Subaru will always cheer him on.
- Though, Takashi’s biggest passion is definitely baking! He’s always making a new treat for you and Subaru after school, lemon bars, cheesecake, pudding, fluffy cakes— all of it! You guys are his taste testers. His birthday and Christmas list are full of baking supplies, and of course, Subaru gets him all of it!
- Your family often bonds over going out to watch musicals on the weekends, with Takashi writing his own stories when the three of you get home, performing his own musicals for you and Subaru after dinner.
- Subaru goes all out for birthdays making sure it’s perfect for Takashi. For every birthday, Takashi insists that you help him bake his birthday cake instead of ordering one from a bakery. The two of you make his favorite— strawberry shortcake!
“Ready to blow out your candles?” Subaru smiles, holding up his phone camera.
Takashi nods as the two of you begin singing ‘happy birthday’ as Subaru records, clapping as Takashi blows out the candles on his face.
Subaru cuts the camera, moving next to his son to help slice the cake.
“Takashi!” You push a large wrapped box, reaching down and using all your strength to pull the present onto the table, “Here, open your present!”
Takashi peels the wrapping away, his eyes widening as he sees the picture of a stand mixer printed on the box, “Is this—?”
Subaru smiles, “Yes, do you like it?”
Takashi jumps from his seat, wrapping his arms as tight as he can around Subaru, “Thank you, papa! Thank you mommy!”
“Let me get a photo!” You hold up Subaru’s phone, trying to take a landscape photo of the two of them.
- That photo of Takashi and Subaru is framed right in the living room right between two bookshelves, and you often see Subaru stop and gaze at it for a moment as he walks by, reaching out to touch it and relive the memory once again.
Haku—
- You’ve got just one daughter, 11-year old Kanae, who’s incredibly sweet. She absolutely loves the two of you, going out of her way to make at-home gifts of drawings, beaded bracelets, and all sorts of crafts. All her drawings are held up by magnets on the fridge, Haku regularly commenting on how much he loves Kanae’s drawings.
- Type of dad to help his daughter tie her shoes and take her on walks throughout the nearby parks. Together they photograph the different blooming flowers around the park, Kanae picking a few and crafting a flower crown to bring home to you.
- Haku likes arranging family photoshoots so he can send out postcards to his parents and extended family for the seasons, and they’re always themed.
“How many photos do we have to take?” Kanae whines halfway through the photoshoot, sweating under her floral print dress.
“Almost done!” Haku answers, changing his pose, “I want to get a few more to hang up in the living room, okay?”
Kanae groans as the photographer instructs her on how to pose.
“How about this?” Haku kneels down next to her, “We can go get ice cream, yeah?”
Your daughter thinks on it for a moment before nodding, “Okay, but I want double scoops!”
- As soon as the photoshoot is over, Kanae is dragging the both of you to the nearest ice cream shop, ordering herself the biggest sundae possible, triple scoop despite what she had said earlier, extra chocolate sauce with little toffee bits mixed in. And when Haku tries to get a lick, she pulls it away, devouring it whole.
Zenji—
- The absolute biggest girl dad of all time. Absolutely adores your guy’s 8 year old daughter, Oriko, and they get along fantastically, always together.
- Plays his biwa in the living room while Oriko watches, singing along with her own lyrics. Zenji absolutely influenced her to get into the arts, applauding her every time she shared a new poem or song she had made.
- Will do anything to help! Oriko can’t find something around the house? Zenji is dropping everything and helping her find it. Oriko needs help coming up with a new line for her poem? Zenji will spend hours helping her come up with the perfect stanza.
- Oriko jumps up and down as she proposes a new idea to Zenji, a performance for mom! The two spend the whole day creating a song on Zenji’s biwa, Oriko creating her own dance to go along with it.
“Your moves are the cat’s pajamas!” Zenji exclaims as the two takes their place in the living room..
Right on cue, the front door opens as you get home from work.
“Mama! Come to the living room!” Oriko calls out.
You slide off your shoes, dropping your keys and purse as you follow the side of Oriko’s voice. Oriko is wearing her best dress, an ornate hairpin tied up in her bun. Zenji sits next to her, biwa held up against his chest.
“What’s this?” You ask, confused.
Zenji strums his biwa as Oriko takes a step forward, “We made a song for you! Sit down.”
As you take a seat on the couch, Zenji begins playing his biwa, yodeling as Oriko dances along to the melody.
Though not the most graceful performance, you still find emotions muddling up inside you. You’re not sure what it is but you feel your eyes watering as Oriko spins one last time and bows. You applaud the two, “I loved it!”
- You treasure that song deeply, one of your favorite memories with your family. It’s a simple gesture but one that you will never forget.
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Ed—
- Ed is always dropping random, cryptic life lessons to your guy’s 8 year old daughter, Sayaka, always just to be met with an annoyed groan and a whine about how weird her dad is. Ed feigns a hurt expression, “How could my own daughter be so cruel?”
- sits with Sayaka while she watches YouTube toy reviews and neon color-saturated kid videos, begging her to put a movie or something else on so he can watch too. (she’s not switching it)
- gets you to convince her to have a family movie night so he can watch something else on the TV for once.
- huuuge family cuddle bundle while watching movies! It’s actually become somewhat of a tradition every Sunday. Sayaka helps pick out a movie, hugging her stuffed animals as she moves through the Netflix catalog, while Edward hugs you close to his body on the couch.
“How about Ponyo?” Sayaka looks back at the two of you on the couch.
You nod, “Aw, yeah. That one looks good.”
She crawls up onto the couch next to the two of you after the starting credits play, “Can we have popcorn?”
“If your mom makes it.” Ed says, practically melting into you and the couch.
“Why can’t you make it?” Sayaka speaks over the movie, “I thought mama said you were the strongest vampire ever!!”
“With age comes weakness.” Ed sighs dramatically.
“We have some caramel popcorn in the pantry.” You cut through their conversation.
Sayaka races to the kitchen to find the popcorn before something interesting happens, dragging the whole bag with her to the couch.
Ed holds his hand out, beckoning her to give him some.
“Did you get the popcorn?” Sayaka sticks her tongue out.
Ed closes his eyes, pretending to faint, “My only daughter… hates me…”
(she gives him a handful but refuses to give anymore after)
Rui—
- you guys have one 5 year old daughter— Akane— who absolutely loves the two of you but at the same time hates the two of you together. Rui is a huuge lovebug, always peppering kisses all over you and hugging you from behind. it’s his little reminder to akane that she shouldn’t settle for a man that doesn’t practically worship the ground she walks on.
- Though, when Akane mentions how she has a boy ‘best friend’ at school, Rui loses it.
“Huh!? Is he treating you nice!? Guys these days are mean!”
- Complains to you over and over again that Akane could be getting played by some gangster playboy who runs the playground at school! You have to reassure him over and over that they’re just friends— and that you’ve seen the kid. He’s just some short boy who doesn’t have a ton of friends.
- spoils her with desserts like crazy, always bringing home chocolate or a slice of cake for her to have after dinner.
- Rui has a natural talent with parenting Akane, somehow always getting her to do those annoying chores you can’t seem to get her to do. (he’s bribing her with more cake)
- Akane is a huge fan of bring-your-child to work day. She absolutely loves coming down to the office Rui works, somewhat of a micro-celebrity in the company.
“Akane! I got you cake from the cafeteria!” A group of ladies surround Akane, handing her different treats and gifts.
“Man, I wish I had a kid.. my boyfriend is a deadbeat though..” One of the ladies sighs.
Rui pulls her away from everyone, taking her to his desk, “Aw, Akane! You’re almost as popular as me.”.
Akane wanders off as Rui works, bored watching him fill out spreadsheets and calculate company expenses, and returns to the group of office ladies, sparkling as they shower her with compliments.
“Wow! Hopefully you’re doing well in school, Akane!” An older lady gushes, pinching her cheek.
“Wow.. her hair is so soft! It’s like those conditioner ads I see on TV!” A younger worker comments, braiding a strand.
Akane grins, “Just like my mommy! My dad says I have my mom’s hair and his eyes!”
“Y/N Mizuki!” A senior manager exclaims, “Oooh, Mizuki is always talking about her, isn’t he?”
At the end of the work day, Rui finds Akane sitting on a table in the break room, hair braided with an assortment of different treats and gifts surrounded around her.
Rui sighs.
“At least help me carry all of this to the car.”
Lyca—
- You’re new parents to a baby boy, Kai, who’s a bit over a year old. It’s still new to the both of you but you’re both trying your best and love him very much!
- Lyca grumbles whenever Kai spits up baby food, trying to tell him that, yes, he has to eat the mushed peas, they’re good for him!
- He’s confused about a lot of things he’s doing, asking you questions on how to do everything— though you don’t fully know what you’re doing either. The two of you figure it out together!
- It’s stressful raising a baby, and when preparing to move Kai into his own room, you find things more stressful than usual, the two of you clumsily building furniture.
“… I don’t think that’s the right piece.” You comment.
Lyca is attempting to connect two pieces of the crib together, grumbling out of frustration, “This doesn’t make any sense.”
“The pieces of furniture have numbered stickers on them.” You explain, cradling Kai in your arms.
Lyca checks the instruction manual scrawled out on the floor again before reaching for a different part of the crib. You set Kai down in his baby walker before seating yourself next to Lyca, helping him hammer the crib together. Lyca purses his lips in concentration, “I think it’s coming together.”
You step back for a moment, the shell of the crib coming together. The two of you fit the mattress in before moving Kai from his walker to the crib. Kai babbles happily in the crib staring up at you and Lyca, reaching his hands out to grab at yours. You lower your hand into the crib, smiling when Kai grips your finger around his hand.
“He’s pretty mighty for a baby.” Lyca says, staring down at Kai in his crib.
You laugh at his comment, “Yeah. Just like his dad.”
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Yuri—
- incredibly boastful about his feats to your guy’s 6 year old daughter, Aoi. he loves the sparkle in her eyes as he tells her about how he runs the darkwick hospital and saves lives everyday with his groundbreaking inventions in medicine.
- astoundingly happy when Aoi says she wants to be a doctor too, and save lives just like her daddy! hands her a pile of incredibly thick textbooks on medicine, biology, and anatomy, ignoring the fact that she can hardly read or understand any of the words in the book.
“if you want to be a doctor, you need to get a headstart!”
- incredibly overprotective over your daughter’s health. Face looking a little red? Temperature check! Headache? She should come down for a CT scan! She has a cold!? Dr. Yuri Isami wil personally write her a doctor’s note, excusing her from school so she can rest for the week!
- although he’s busy with work a lot, he always makes time for the both of you on weekends, the three of you going to the park and watching Aoi play. When Yuri’s really busy in the hospital though, uncle Jiro comes over to play with Aoi or babysit when you and Yuri have a date night.
- Though, when Aoi falls ill with pneumonia, Yuri takes as much time as he can get off of work, taking care of her with you by his side like the days from when you were still students.
“hm.. y/n, where’s her medicine?” Yuri turns to you, swiveling on his stool.
“oh!— uhm..” You quickly hand the bottle to him, watching him shake a pill out onto his hand.
“wahh.. do I hafta take that?..” Aoi groans quietly from the bed.
You hand her a tall glass of water as Yuri crosses his legs, “Of course! This is a vital part of your recovery!”
Aoi whines but swallows the antibiotics after you encourage her with a smile.
“Now, remember to take these regularly! Your mother will help you to take them everyday.” Yuri wraps an arm around you as you stand next to him.
“I don’t wanna take medicine!!” Aoi cries, “It’s stupid!”
“Didn’t you say you want to be a doctor!?” Yuri purses his lips, “How could you switch sides so quickly!?”
You can’t help but giggle at the altercation, Yuri marveling about the inventions through regular and anomalous medicine. You pat Yuri on the back, “Maybe you can invent a cure-all drug so no one ever gets sick.”
Yuri shoots you a look, but it’s too late, Aoi’s eyes sparkling, “Really!? Is that possible!? Papa you have to do that!”
He sighs, “I’ll see what I can do.”
Jiro—
- your daughter is a sweet and reserved 7 year old girl, Ayano, who seems to follow you and Jiro around the house all day long. Asks and comments on everything the two of you do.
“What are you doing?”
“Work.” Jiro replies, writing something down in the contents of a file.
- although quiet and not outwardly affectionate, Jiro is constantly doing things for your daughter. Tying her shoes for her, buying her candy, and silly little games of puppet.
- the two of them sometimes walk to the corner store after dinner, Ayano picking out a new candy to try, usually chocolaye flavored in some way. Insists that Jiro tries something too but he always just gets a strawberry milk if anything.
- Ayano loves playing dollhouse with all three of you, though she doesn’t have traditional tastes, preferring to play warriors.
“aagghh!” Ayano cries out, hitting Jiro’s knight doll with her own.
“aah.” Jiro says flatly, dropping the doll, “You got me.”
Ayano huffs, “Say it with more emotion!”
“… aaahh.” He blinks.
“Mama!! Get him to play right!” Ayano turns to you.
You look at Jiro, trying not to laugh, “Play right.”
Jiro’s brows raise a slight centimeter and he opens his mouth a bit wider, “aah!”
You laugh, doubling over as Ayano lectures Jiro on proper ‘dollhouse playing etiquette’.
Jiro’s laugh is like a whisper, barely loud enough to hear, “Sorry. Let’s try again.”
- you tease him later that night as the two of you are going to bed, telling him to ‘say it with more emotion’ when he says “I love you”.
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a/n; there may be typos as this isn’t proofread, made this on my phone, sorry!
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lindirlos · 13 days ago
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lindirlos · 13 days ago
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he's got the jumpies... i'm afraid it's incurable
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