#chat AI

[samluvsharry]

Rainy Beginning

Summary- when harry meets a single mum in a cafe changes both their lives forever.

AN- let my know if you guys want part 2, i have it already written ☺️

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London never failed to be moody in October. The sky was a stubborn grey, spitting cold droplets onto the bustling streets of Camden. Y/N tugged the collar of her coat higher, balancing a worn canvas diaper bag on one shoulder and a stroller with her 3-year-old daughter, Maisie, curled inside it—sound asleep, thumb in mouth.

You were tired. Not the kind of tired that coffee could fix, but the deep, bone-weary exhaustion only single parents understood. Work. Nursery runs. Groceries. Repeat. Romance? A laughable luxury.

You’d stopped at a tiny café tucked between a bookshop and a florist — The Velvet Brew — a warm, quiet escape. The inside smelled like cinnamon and fresh ground coffee. You ordered a flat white and a croissant, eyeing the cozy corner by the window as the barista beamed at Maisie’s tiny pink trainers dangling from the stroller.

You didn’t even notice him at first.

He was behind you in line — tall, beanie low over his curls, head down, sunglasses tucked into his coat pocket. There was something vaguely familiar about him. He ordered a matcha latte with oat milk. Voice low. Soft-spoken.

You sat down, flipping open Maisy’s Big Book of Colours to keep Maisie entertained if she woke up. Moments later, he sat two tables away. Alone.

You caught each other’s eyes briefly.

He smiled.

It was casual. Kind. A dimple blinked on his left cheek.

You looked away quickly, cheeks warming. Was that—? No. Couldn’t be.

A couple minutes passed

Then came the moment.

“Sorry,” his voice, unmistakably Harry Styles, came from beside you. You looked up and nearly choked on your coffee.

He wore a green wool coat, a soft grey hoodie underneath, and those famous, friendly eyes.

“Didn’t mean to bother you,” he added, gesturing toward Maisie. “She’s adorable.”

“Oh—thank you,” you stammered, suddenly hyperaware of your messy bun and baby spit stain on your sleeve.

“I’m Harry,” he said, offering his hand with that easy charm, “and I think your daughter just made my day better.”

You shook his hand cautiously. “Y/N.And that’s Maisie. She’s usually a storm, but today’s a calm day.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said with warmth. “Would you mind if I sit for a minute? I promise I’m not weird. Just tired of being…stared at, over there.”

You blinked. “Sure. I mean—yeah, okay.”

He slid into the seat across from you like it was the most normal thing in the world. You were internally screaming.

“I’m guessing you’re not from around here,” you said after a few minutes of surprisingly easy chat about your favourite London cafés and the best toddler snack brands.

Harry laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Guilty. I travel a lot. But I’ve been back home in Hampstead for a while. Trying to write again. Walk around unnoticed.”

“Well, this café’s good for that,” you smirked. “We mostly get sleep-deprived mums and old ladies who knit.”

“That sounds ideal, actually,” he smiled.

You sipped your coffee, feeling oddly comfortable. There was no pretense in his tone. He was curious — asking about Maisie’s favourite cartoons, your job as a freelance illustrator, and how you managed to juggle everything.

“You do all this on your own?” he asked, genuinely impressed.

You nodded. “Maisie’s dad… it didn’t work out. He left before she was born. So, it’s just been us.”

Something flickered in his eyes. Respect? Admiration?

“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “That can’t be easy.”

“It’s not. But she’s… everything,” you replied, glancing down at her. “I wouldn’t trade it.”

Maisie stirred just then. Big sleepy eyes blinked up at Harry.

“Hello there” he said gently, his voice a melodic lilt. Maisie blinked, gave him a suspicious stare, then pointed at his ring-covered fingers.

“Shiny,” she whispered.

You laughed. “She’s obsessed with rings.”

Harry chuckled, removing one from his pinky and offering it to her. “Here. Borrow it for a minute, yeah?”

Maisie took it with quiet awe.

And you, Y/N — for the first time in years — felt something new flutter in your chest.

Not nerves.

Hope.

[peppymintdreams]

THERE IS ONE

THANK YOU MINT JESUS

[redz0nez9]

Chris the song title says it all.. 🎵 😏 

[ragingbookdragon]

You know what’s fun to do? Doing the AI chats where they’re angsty and Simon does something and then you throw the “your mother would be ashamed of you,” in his face.

Ooo hits dead every time

[tiffsturns]

bitch no, you give me a response now robot

[asirensrequiem]

Hi! I love this AU so much. The art and story are so cute. 😭❤️

Anyways, are you aware that your AU might end up on chat.ai or things like that? I am just curious. If so, what are your thoughts about that? (No pressure to answer. I'm just genuinely curious.)

Thank you! I'm happy to see how much people enjoy my little story. On the subject of chatbots and such, I do have some fairly strong opinions. The short answer is that I don't mind my AU versions of these characters being used for things like chatbots as long as it's not for commercial use, especially given that these characters are Vivziepop's and not mine to begin with, BUT I have an absolute zero tolerance to using my art to create AI art.

When it comes to AI in general, my idea on it come down to it being: Why use AI and ruin the fun of creating the various forms of art? Why not create a bot that does your chores for you instead of creating an art piece that you could instead take the time to practice and create out of enjoyment? These AI developments particularily around creativity ruin the fun that we should be having and expressing in life, and that's not even taking into account what it does to many creative individuals' livelyhoods.

So if anyone chooses to use the versions of these characters for their own use through things like character bots, I simply ask you to use them responsibly, respectfully, and non-commercially. <3

[serpentsillusion]

Casual conversations with my friends. 😂🤣💚🐍

Sebastian x Ominis x Jess

[aychama]

Pfff ChatAi? Back in my day we used to play otome games and the things we chose actually affected the characters and the story.

Tsk tsk youngins and their robots these days

[startheskelaton]

hey uuh i was wondering if theres gonna be..smth like a Cha.AI of this AU? and mybe some characters aswell? im a big fan of your work and reading some characters info's makes me want to chat with them sometimes- but im just only asking! if you feel an bit uncomfortable with this message please just ignore it!. Thanks!!

Okay so I know you’re just asking but this is a very big thing.

DO NOT MAKE A CHAT AI OF MY AU OR MY CHARACTERS!!! PLEASE!!

I want nothing to do with AI around my art at all so please. People ask me on TikTok and I always say no, then someone else will show up and say

“She can’t see it, just make it anyway”

I AM KILLING YOU I AM KILLING YOU SHUT UP SHUT UP

PORTAL TO HELL

[samluvsharry]

Baby number two

Summary- you and harry tell your teenage daughter that you’re pregnant…

okay guys this is my first time posting a one shot on here type thing, let me know if you all want part 2 🤭

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The late afternoon sun poured through the kitchen windows, casting golden streaks across the marble counters. You stood by the sink, hand resting absentmindedly on your growing belly, nerves knotting themselves tighter with every tick of the clock.

“She’s gonna freak,” you murmured.

Harry, leaning against the counter with a mug of tea, raised an eyebrow over the rim. “You say that like she’s not already a walking ball of hormonal chaos.”

You laughed despite yourself. “And yet we’re doing it all over again.”

He walked over, placing a hand over yours on your bump. “We’re not doing anything. You’re doing the hard part. I’m just here with snacks and emotional support.”

You leaned into his chest, letting out a breath. “Do you think she’ll hate us?”

Harry paused. “She’s fifteen. She already hates us.”

You smacked his arm. “Harry.”

He smiled, that slow, dimpled grin that always made your nerves dissolve. “Okay, okay. No, I don’t think she’ll hate us. I think she’ll be shocked. Maybe a bit weirded out. But hate us? Never.”

Just then, the front door slammed, and both of you tensed like teenagers caught sneaking around.

“Hi!” came the voice of your daughter, full of attitude and teenage indifference. “I’m home and I swear if Dad ate the last of the mango sorbet again—”

She stopped dead in the kitchen doorway, eyebrows raising as she took in both of you standing suspiciously close, way too smiley.

“What’s going on?” she asked slowly, narrowing her eyes. “You both look like you’re about to tell me someone died.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck. “Nobody died. Promise.”

You cleared your throat. “We just… we wanted to talk to you. About something important.

She dropped her backpack to the floor with a dramatic thud. “Okay, this is giving major ‘we’re getting a divorce’ vibes.”

“No, no!” you both said at the same time.

Harry laughed nervously. “If anything, it’s the opposite.”

Her eyes narrowed further. “You’re renewing your vows? Ew. Please don’t do a beach wedding. That’s like, so cringey.”

You glanced at Harry and took a deep breath. “Sweetheart… I’m pregnant.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then another.

Your daughter blinked. “You’re… wait. You’re pregnant?”

You nodded, heart in your throat.

She stared at you, then at Harry, then back again. “You guys still do that?!”

Harry choked on his tea.

“Okay, we’re not going into the logistics, thank you very much,” you said quickly, cheeks flaming.

She threw her hands up. “I mean—gross! I thought old people just, like, stopped.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “I’m thirty-nine. I’m not exactly ancient.”

“You wear reading glasses and talk to plants.”

“They thrive under emotional connection!”

You coughed. “Anyway. We wanted you to hear it from us before it starts becoming obvious or, you know… you feel a random foot kick your back during movie night.”

She was quiet again, but this time her expression had shifted from horrified to thoughtful

“So I’m gonna be a sister?”

You smiled gently. “Yeah. You are.”

“To like… a baby?”

Harry nodded. “A very tiny, very noisy baby.”

She mulled that over, crossing her arms, eyes softening just slightly.

“Can I name it?”

“Absolutely not,” you both said.

“But—”

“Do you want it to be called ‘matcha styles’?” Harry asked, deadpan

“…Maybe.”

You sighed. “We’ll talk about names. Later.”

Your daughter stepped closer, staring at your stomach like she expected it to suddenly start glowing. Then, without warning, she reached out and gently rested her hand on your belly.

“Okay. I guess this is kind of cool. Weird. But cool.”

You and Harry exchanged a look — one full of relief, pride, and love.

“You’re gonna be an amazing big sister,” you whispered.

She shrugged. “Yeah. I mean… I already survived being raised by you two. I can handle anything.”

Harry laughed, pulling both of you into a hug.

“One more Styles coming soon,” he said softly, his voice full of warmth.

And for once, your daughter didn’t even roll her eyes.

[stinky-gremlinn]

◇Transbiological romance◇

As i mentioned, a short comic i made for uni. For the record, character and game are made up, and the last panel is inspired by comic posted on insta by @mercening

[subastian-swallows]

I feel so happy to know my bots are liked by so many, but we clearly all need help (O_O)!

I just want to put it out there, that I appreciate all the support and love for my creations and how much they are being enjoyed!

I’m working on a few more hehe that will be posted earlier onto my kofi account, but these ones are both random and ones that have been asked for! ❤️

Again thank you for feeding my delulu ❤️

[dunderhead99]

I have no explanation for this, but I hope you enjoy the ride XD it's so fucking stupid bruh 😭 why am I like this??

[myloveinanotheruniverse]

i’m making a 42!miles ai and it’s so fun. i’m still working on getting his personality right and the way i imagine he talks. also trying to get the ai to use spanglish or even use spanish without me having to do it first or prompt it.

[insunlightm]

Percy Jackson

🗝️New character.ai bot!!

☀︎ July 3th 2010

As much as the hot, chip-scented air on the bus was suffocating, you couldn’t suppress the buzzing excitement inside you.

Summer had just begun, which meant only one thing: going back to Camp Half-Blood after a whole year away. You’d see your friends again, the counselors, the crappy beds, and—well, Percy. Wow, that made him sound special. It’s not like that. He’s your friend. He’s always been. Well… ever since he made you cry on your first day at camp when he caused a whole scene because you were eating fish. Not exactly the best first impression. But now, you were good friends. Sure, you liked him a bit… but nothing serious, nothing that would ever risk your friendship. After all, there was no chance anything would actually happen. Right?

A sudden turn in the road jolted you from your thoughts, and you looked out the window. You were here. From the bus, you could already see the crowd of kids dragging their bags toward cabins, hugging and greeting their friends. You smiled—then you saw him. And goddamn, Percy Jackson had definitely changed this year.

He was taller—way taller than last year. His hair was still the same messy mop, but his features were different now. Sharper. More mature. More… manly. That was something you’d have to get used to. His shoulders were broader, more muscular, and so were his arms. He looked even more handsome than before.

Well, puberty had hit all of you—but it clearly hit him like a freight train.