*sobbing into my palms*
thinking of dad!nanami consoling his toddler. his baby girl on his lap, her cheeks so red and she’s sniffling while rubbing her eyes with her tiny hands. nanami kisses her forehead, continues to ask her what’s wrong, continues to soothe her worries away with lovely words…but she can’t speak yet so she babbles out her responses while he brushes the locks of her soft hair away from her face. he hums and nods his head, knuckles wiping away the tears as he cradles her for a hug, and you’re the only one who picked up on the fact that the reason why he can calm her down is because the sound of his deep voice comforts her and assures her that she’s safe when he’s around 😞😞😞😞😞😞
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I love you. I love this. And I want it all.
This artwork of Maleane and Astarion was done by the wonderful @irlplasticlamb. Thank you so so much for bringing my vision to life! I wanted to have these characters that mean the world to me encased in a little piece of my own culture, thus they are wearing traditional Lithuanian costumes.
Also, would you believe me if I told you this was set after Above the Vaulted Sky?
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you know what’s absolutely terrifying???? having to cut a baby’s nails………
Katsuki has to cut your baby’s fingernails when he discovers a tiny little scratch by her eye one morning. it’s barely there, a small thing, but it’s there, marring her little face nonetheless. he frowns at her when he holds her the next morning, her dreamy eyes alert and blinking up at him, she smiles.
“Now I gotta cut yer claws down,” he mutters to her, voice quiet as to not wake your sleeping form in the bedroom. he pads throughout the house with her chubby face resting on his shoulder, her gums gnawing at his bare skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.
he finds himself in a conundrum though, once he realizes just how fucking—how sharp the damn clippers are. they’re tiny, lavender in color, but they’re meant to cut though the nail with such precision. and yes, he’s a pro hero, has had to adopt the title of EMT, firefighter, emergency surgeon a few times in his life when need be.
but…those people weren’t his baby girl. they weren’t this tiny and precious, and they never looked up at him with a face so similar to his, it makes his heart squeeze tight in his chest. he frowns at her again, even deeper, and this makes her hiccup a little giggle, gummy smile spreading wide.
“You’re only gonna wear mittens from here on out,” he grumbles after a while, finally daring to pick up a tiny hand that she instantly curls around his thick finger. it’s the cutest image, he thinks to himself, but he catches sight of the jagged nail, the culprit. his heart squeezes even tighter though, when he realizes that he can’t protect her from every hurt in the world, even if the hurt comes from her own hands. and the realization is an aching one, but he tells himself that he, at least, can patch her up.
you walk in minutes later, find Bakugou curled over your daughter in the rocking chair he built for her room. his tongue pokes from the corner of his mouth in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed. your daughter babbles to him the whole time, her sweet voice cooing the softest little noises that he responds back to.
“I know, I know,” he mumbles to her. “Ya don’t like baths, and don’t like your nails cut, either. What other shit do you hate, huh?” he asks, and she seemingly responds with a long, sighed out coo. it makes him smile, despite the way his hands slightly shake when he cuts the next nail. he’s terrified, of somehow hurting her even more, of cutting too close, of scratching her. but he treks on, and kisses her fat little fingers every time he clips another nail.
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something about telling a sub to let go and they do physically, but also mentally. the little brief moment where their eyes kind of glass over and they get just the slightest bit incoherent. more obedient and more willing. something about getting someone to actually submit to you so completely, the sense of accomplishment and utter adoration that fills you when they listen like that. augh
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