Your Warm Embrace
pairing: kyojuro rengoku x black!f!reader
prompt: rengoku wants to show you how perfect you are.
note: inspired by a song but it's not even on tumblr😪 i put 'black' in the title, not bc my other fics aren't made for the Nubian queens🤓(sory) but because that's specifically the target this time so... yeah. i feel like this one is worse than usual🫢 but it’s just for fun n practice anyways. the title has nothing to do with it but it’s a lyric in the song.
kyojuro slid his arms around your waist, sliding his hands over your curves before letting them rest on your hips. he gripped the soft fat and let a low rumble resound in his chest.
“hi, kyo.” you brought a hand up to thread into his hair, scratching his scalp with your freshly manicured nails.
his only reply was a hum as he kissed a line from your cheek to your neck where he nipped and sucked to leave a mark.
you rolled your eyes and shook your head.
“we’re not having another baby.”
“we don’t have to.” you could hear his smile as he said that.
“kyojuro.” your tone was flat and unamused. “..are you sure?”
“what do you mean?” he rubbed your hips which he was previously trying to bruise. don’t tell nobody. “of course i’m sure.”
“i mean,” you sighed. “i just had a baby. i don’t know… i don’t feel pretty.”
“what?!” he genuinely sounded taken aback. you felt his arms leave your waist and fall to his sides.
you turned around to look up at him.
“i don’t feel good about myself, baby. maybe some other time.” you replied honestly.
“why not?” he asked. you felt bad for even telling him because he looked heartbroken.
you shook your head and shrugged.
“don’t worry about-“
kyojuro scooped you up in his arms, eliciting a gasp. you flung your arms around his neck in surprise.
“wait, wait-“
“you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and i’m lucky to be with you.” he says. you watched his face as he walked up the stairs, noting the frown that settled ever since you told him how you were feeling. “and you made our beautiful daughter. that’s something to be proud of.”
he took you to the bedroom and set you down on the bed.
“and if you don’t see that, i’ll show you.”
your brain buffered for a moment before you realized he was taking his shirt off.
“kyo! what if she wakes up?”
“she’s a baby, she won’t know.” he dragged you to the edge of the bed, sliding your oversized shirt(it was really his) over your head. “for now let’s worry about you.”
he placed his hands on your bare waist and grinned at you.
“my perfect girl.”
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*Tobirama holding his crying baby*
Tobirama: Oh god … I knew it, I’m terrible at this!
*Hashirama and Madara walk into the house*
Hashirama: Tobi! Where’s Izuna?
Tobirama: He’s asleep. Don’t wake him, please; he needs a very long rest, he’s exhausted.
Hashirama: You don’t look all that much better, brother. Why is my nephew crying like that?
Tobirama, tiredly: I have no idea. I changed him, I tried feeding him, singing to him, making funny faces, rocking him … nothing works!
Madara: *holds out his arms for the baby* Let me take him.
Tobirama: *hands him over* Well, it looks like you were right, Madara. I’m an awful father! He never cries when Izuna holds him, but he won’t stop when he’s in my arms.
Madara: Oi; don’t be so hard on yourself, Senju. This baby is half Uchiha, it needs the Uchiha method to calm down.
Tobirama: The Uchiha method? What’s that?
Madara: *balances baby in one arm, uses other hand and holds it up to his mouth*
Madara: Katon! Gōkakyū no Jutsu! *blows a fireball at the curtains*
*the curtains ignites and the baby stops crying, stares at the flames traveling up the curtains, and then giggles and waves it’s hands around*
Hashirama: Good job, babe! *kisses Madara’s cheek*
Tobirama: Uchiha … what the hell?! In the first place those curtains were expensive! And second, I can’t do that even if I wanted to! So how —
Madara: *hands baby back to him; baby immediately starts crying again*
Tobirama:
Tobirama: … has anyone got a lighter—?
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Draco Malfoy Broke The Baby
“Granger.” Draco Malfoy shook the his wife frantically. “Granger, wake up!”
After a three-day labor, Hermione Granger awoke with a start, convinced something horrible had happened.
“Granger,” Draco’s voice was now a whisper. “I broke the baby.”
Wandlessly, she added more light to the room where she saw her husband holding their newborn son, Scorpius, with a nervousness she’d never seen from him before.
He placed the baby in her arms where she saw that little Scorpius appeared to be breathing just fine with all his fingers and toes. As she watched the newborn’s tiny belly move up and down, she once again found herself in awe that this beautiful creature could have come from her and her husband.
After a moment where she was utterly unable to identify anything that could be amiss with her child, she felt an intense annoyance bubbling inside her. Did her husband, by all accounts a bright man, not realize that roughly 72 hours of labor had left her worn completely out?
“Draco, did you hit your head?”
“No!” He was completely exasperated now. “Watch more closely this time!”
It was hard to tell because of the tuft of hair Scorpius claimed as his own was so fine but when Draco picked him up, his hair definitely lightened to a pale blonde to match his father. Then, when he set the baby back in her arms, his hair darkened to match hers.
Chopping it up to her exhaustion and a trick of the light, she sighed and handed the baby back to his father. “Draco, I’m exhausted. The Healers looked him over nearly a dozen times because you were so convinced something was wrong.”
“It did take a long time for him to finally pop out.”
“And yet, none of those with years and years of Healer training were concerned. No, the only one with any concerns was the one with a Potions mastery.”
His nostrils flared in anger. “Hey! I worked hard for that and you know it.”
“Yes,” she said while closing her eyes. “But it doesn’t qualify you to determine if the baby is healthy.”
“So they said,” he mumbled under his breath before shaking his head and remembering what he’d woken her up for. “Granger, listen! His hair changes to blonde when I pick him up! And then it’s darker when you hold him.”
“We can ask the Healers about it when you no doubt call them for a non-emergency,” she said without bothering to open her eyes.
Off in his own world now, Draco began to rant, “I didn’t charm him, I swear! I don’t understand how I broke him. Maybe he got into my Potions stock? I mean, I baby proofed it a week after you told me we were gonna have a baby, but maybe I missed something? But no, that doesn’t make sense since I was holding him the entire time. But you know, kids can be little troublemakers. I wasn’t because, I mean, you met my dad, but I’ve heard your school stories. I should have guessed that our children would be prodigies at trouble making. Maybe you should be in charge of him because you obviously think like him. I’m so sorry that I’ve already failed at parenthood. I knew I would struggle with fatherhood but I thought I’d make it longer than a day before…”
Hermione impatiently interrupted him. “Merlin, Morgana, and all the other gods, you are the most dramatic human to ever walk the earth.”
“Wow,” Draco mouthed as she picked up a piece of parchment and a quill.
“I’m going to write to Andromeda and get her to visit us soon. This sounds like what Remus described when Teddy was born.”
Draco paled. “You think he might…”
“Yes, I think it’s entirely possible that something in your gene pool causes metamorphmagi.”
“So it is my fault!” Draco moaned as he sat down in the plush armchair next to her bed.
She picked up the quill and began furiously scratching out a note she also dictated,
“Dear Andromeda,
If you could please visit Malfoy Manor at your earliest convenience, Draco and I would appreciate it greatly.
I have no doubt that Narcissa has already informed you that Scorpius James Malfoy arrived this morning after an arduous labor and we’d love it if you could take a look at him. When Teddy was born, I recall Remus saying that his hair changed colors within hours of his birth and that Nymohadora did the same thing. It appears that our sweet child may have the same qualities.
If you could pop in to confirm our suspicions and impart some of the wisdom you no doubt have, we would appreciate it greatly.
Oh, and I’m sure little Teddy would love to meet his baby cousin.
Hoping to see you soon,
Hermione
P.S. If you speak to Draco before you get to me, ignore him. Childbirth appears to have made him hysterical.”
“Hey!” He cried with a light laugh at the last line. “I am not hysterical!”
“Well, something is definitely wrong with you,” Hermione snapped before she handed him the letter, “Send this to your aunt immediately. And Draco?”
“Yes?” He asked frantically, clearly noticing that she was prepping to go back to sleep and leave him alone with the baby again.
“You are and will be a great father. I’ve believed this for a long time.”
“But Granger, how could you ever say that? Even my mum says my dad was awful and I didn’t have any other examples. My godfather was Severus Snape, for Salazar’s sake!”
“Hush,” the finality in her tone shut him up at once. “You are a great father who cares very deeply and I love that about you. But even great fathers need guidance sometimes, that’s why there’s mothers. So I’m here to tell you what great fathers do.”
“What’s that?”
“They let the mother of their child sleep after labor.” Her face softened into a small smile. “No, really. You’ll be fine. He’s not broken at all and we both love you very much.”
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