#in the loosest possible sense

[starzzach]

would you write another charlos abo 👉👈

insane. i am. insane. so sorry for the wait. head in my hands.

part 2 here and part 3 here!

Charles really, really wants a baby. Carlos is not so sure.

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Baby. God, he really wants a baby.

It is all he can think about, really. What Sound Coherent Charles can think about, not Heat Hormone Related Charles. The thoughts are all real and solid and seem like they have absolutely no intention of leaving.

So much so that he walks into Carlos' room unannounced, feeling bold and brave and wanting a baby. "Car-los," he sings, in that very not-his-name way that he can never bring himself to correct, and neither can Carlos, clearly. "Hello, mate."

Carlos is reading a book, but blessedly sets it aside, leaving his lap free and very, very inviting. He looks confused, but pleased, like he had been wanting for Charles to want a baby and subsequently end up in his room. Yes, Carlos' lap is very inviting, and Charles experiences the very normal human pull of it, and does not bother to resist, straddling his lap like he belongs there. "I am not free," Carlos says, but he is smiling. "I have a media thing in ten."

Charles pouts, rubbing his hands up and down Carlos' arms, trying to scent him. "I want a baby."

Carlos taps his forehead, ruffling his hair like he's one of his dogs. "You don't want a baby," he corrects, "that's the heat talking."

Charles shakes his head, vehement. He is sure – he has been sure about it. He most definitely, certainly wants it and his heat is days off, so Carlos cannot even blame the hormones, and even if he did, he would be wrong. "No, I want a baby," he insists. "Please, Carlos. I need a baby."

"Now you are talking crazy," Carlos muses, peppering feather light kisses along his jaw. "You don't even like babies. Last month you were going on and on about how Seb was crazy to go and have another one."

"I'd like our baby," he argues. "And Seb is crazy. Even Mark knows that. But they still have four babies and I want just one, Carlos, just one."

Carlos sighs, pulling away. His hands settle on Charles' waist, a comfortable grip. "You don't want a baby. You'll hate being pregnant. You already hate me waiting on you now, you know how bad I'm going to be if you're carrying my– Charles," he sighs again, and internally Charles smiles, because now he is certain Carlos has seen his watery eyes. "Please. Charles. Don't tell me you are going to cry."

Charles sniffs, perfectly plausible and completely fake. "Maybe."

"You cannot seriously want a baby this much."

"Do you think I would be a bad father? Am I too messed up?" Charles asks instead, wobbly and sounding very close to tears. Shame he is faking, really. He is a really bad actor otherwise, but he knows how to get what he wants, especially when it comes to Carlos. "Is that why you don't want my baby?"

"What, no," Carlos says immediately, distressed. "No, I want your babies. I want to give you all your babies."

Charles slides off of him, flopping onto the other half of the couch. "I can get a baby somewhere else. Everyone wants to give me babies," he mumbles, pretending to seriously consider it. Carlos won't believe this, but at the very least it might make him die inside out of frustration. "It wouldn't be too hard."

"Are you hearing a word I am saying," Carlos says exasperatedly, finally giving in. "Fine. Tomorrow– tonight, even we can make a baby, since you want it so much."

"Don't you?"

"What?"

"Like," Charles starts, gesturing generally to his self. "You have me. Even during my heats. You don't want a baby?"

Carlos blinks, long and slow. "I don't want a baby," he says slowly. "I want our baby."

Charles claps his hands, grinning widely. "Yay," he cheers, sitting up. "I am going to go tell Pierre and pretty much everyone else."

"Thank you for warning me," he deadpans. "I'll sit here and pretend to not notice the crowd of people waiting to ask me why I want to take Ferrari's star driver out of the game, but okay. Enjoy the announcement."

Charles winks at him, or tries to, leaning down and pressing a long, thorough kiss to his lips. "I'll come back to talk soon."

"I don't think we're going to be doing much talking," Carlos says with a shit-eating grin, eyes soft.

Charles smiles to himself, a skip in his step as he exits the garage. It feels nice to know that the other person feels the same way you do, and shares the same views that you have. It feels very nice, indeed.

Baby. God, he really wants to have that baby.

[verflares]

(draconifies your zelink) oh whoops lol

+ an extra pic of em hanging out together :]

[yoyos-princess]

love that the community name for the new mechanic in xiv is Mariokart

[haunted-xander]

GIVE ME MY BODY BACK

[adigitalsky]

holding trilobite gentle like baby and showing him the sunrise. I dont think he likes it

[bbutterflies]

trans nino and trans masc gnc adrien……… please and thank you

[mierolainen]

how dare you assume he has dignity

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Get yourself a man who makes you post the most brainless, thirsty shit possible one minute and has you writing in-depth character analyses the next

[rsenak]

i have spent a full fifteen days on this. help

[that-starlight-prince]

Anyway I want an elf girl to bust in me while calling me a good boy. Happy Tuesday everyone

[dukeofriven]

Has any franchise ever done a character dirtier than Star Wars has done to Obi-Wan Kenobi continuously since The Phantom Menace?

[devilsskettle]

from time to time i’m struck by the realization that i am living the life these dark academia internet bitches dream that they could live

[palfriendpatine66]

Ugh you mean that stories should have like, a thematic order to them and not just come as they occur to me? Rude.

[jennycalendar]

i operate under the most insane set of rules because -- ok. i have CRITICALLY low self esteem. but nine times out of ten i am able to literally forget about that because i am so fucking excited about everything around me and immediately have to show it to everyone i know! like, i write so so much and genuinely can’t tell whether or not it’s good most of the time but i know that it FEELS good and i love it and i want to tell everybody about how much i love it! i notice it particularly now in the face of kind words and how persistently delighted my dearest companions are to hear me go off about the convoluted plotlines i am stitching together in whatever it is that i’m writing. it is the most bizarre little paradox.

[phylumhearts]

I have to make more stupid dark road memes before I’m ready to make good dark road content

[dawnleaf37]

dont look at me im about to be cringe

auuuu favremysabre steve saga