âTHE TWO OF YOU HAVE BEEN IN HERE LONG ENOUGH!â  shouts none other than outis. you wonder if she was the only one, or if sinclair will be red-faced in front of everyone back at the table.
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Dipping my toes into writing on Tumblr. Figured I might as well do something with my life, eh?
R. Corp Hong Lu x GN! Reader
He sought you out often, something about you made his head just a bit more relieved from it's consistent drumline of pain that it finds itself in.
The stress of work had been getting to him, so he simply sought you out, plopping himself into your arms. His arms wrapped around you limply - he was exhausted, that much is obvious - and let out a deep sigh. No words were needed, as your hand automatically finds its way to his head, gliding through hair equivalent to silk. How he kept his hair so nice in spite of his work, is beyond you. But it didn't matter, since all you were focused on, was the poor deer you were holding. The embrace itself was warm - something reminiscent of a bygone, yet familiar comfort - and you could feel him melt further with each finger gliding through the strands on his head. A soft smile formed on his lips, a sight to behold - something that brought out a lingering warmth in your chest - which lets the corners of your mouth tilt up.
It was only a matter of time before the both of you answered the call of sleep in each other's arms, the night sky glistening with the soft colors of stars.
(The rest of the pack definitely did not sneak in to glance at your cuddled forms)
Shoutout to all the comments on my evil company about bad end rodya just being her base id you guys are so funny I had to draw some of them #evilcompanyandrodya
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the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now
Which TsumTsum stories did you enjoy? All of them are so chaotic in the best way possible it was basically a sitcom.
out of all of them? I am of course extremely biased towards Malleus' card story, in which he very proudly shows off to his tsum that he knows how to use this arcane tool the humans call a (each syllable carefully pronounced) "mi-cro-wave", almost drops it in the washing machine, and then throws it a big special party where everyone fights over who gets to dance with Malletsum. I still don't know how exactly they were dancing with a six-inch blob. it's magical.
however, it's hard to top "Jadetsum helps Jade hide a body except the twist is that it was actually setting him up to take the fall". watch out, you little bean, Jade'll get you back someday...
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It was a peaceful afternoon in the Rosehearts household, tea steaming gently on the table, a book resting on Riddleâs lap as he enjoyed a rare quiet moment. That calm, of course, didnât last long.
âPapa?â a small voice piped up.
Riddle looked up from his book to see his son, clutching something behind his back. His expression softened immediately. âYes? What is it?â
The boy fidgeted a little before pulling out a colorful picture book. âI found this in the library! It says babies come from a ladyâs belly.â
Riddle blinked. His heart skipped a beat. ââŚAh. Yes, thatâs⌠technically correct.â
The boy tilted his head, eyes wide and curious. âBut how do they get in there?â
Riddleâs face went pale in an instant. His teacup trembled slightly as he set it down with a clink.
He opened his mouth once. Closed it. Opened it again. ââŚThatâs⌠quite the question,â he said carefully, voice a touch higher than usual.
His son just waited patiently, eyes expectant.
âWellâŚâ Riddle began, straightening his posture and trying his best. âThatâs⌠a topic for when youâre a bit older. Much older, in fact.â
âBut I wanna know now!â
Riddleâs composure was visibly cracking. His ears were red, and his hand twitched like he wanted to point at somethingâŚanythingâŚjust to avoid the conversation.
âErâŚtell me, where did you find that book?â he asked quickly, slipping into full on parent mode. âPerhaps I should⌠ah⌠put it somewhere safer.â
His son blinked up at him innocently. âIt was on the bottom shelf in the library. Next to the gardening books!â
âOf course it was,â Riddle muttered under his breath, massaging his temple.
He stood and gently patted his sonâs head. âThank you for telling me, dear. Why donât you go wash your hands and get ready for snack time? Iâll, ah⌠take care of this book for now.â
As the little boy skipped away happily, Riddle sighed in relief, clutching the offending picture book to his chest. He definitely wasnât ready for that conversation. Maybe when his son turned sixteen. Or twenty.
He glanced toward the kitchen, where you were humming to yourself, and murmured under his breath, âYouâre handling the next round of questions, my rose.â
Leona Kingscholar
The late afternoon sun was warm, golden, and perfect for napping. Leona was stretched out on the couch in the living room, one arm slung over his face, tail flicking lazily against the cushions. He was deep in dreamland, that rare, blissful state where no one was pestering him about duties or responsibilities.
At least⌠until a small voice shattered the peace.
âDaddy!â
He groaned, one eye cracking open. ââŚIm sleeping, cub.â
His daughter, of course, didnât care. She bounced up beside him, eyes wide with that unstoppable curiosity she definitely inherited from you.
âSo, I was with Uncle Ruggie today,â she began, completely ignoring his grumbling. âWe were buying fruit, and I saw this lady with a huge belly! I asked Uncle Ruggie why it was so big, and he said sheâs pregnant!â
Leonaâs tail stopped moving.
âUh-huhâŚâ he said warily.
âThen I asked him how the baby got in there!?â she continued innocently. âAnd he said I should ask you!â
Both his eyes snapped open.
That traitor.
He sat up, squinting at his daughter for a long, silent moment while mentally debating whether to strangle Ruggie later or fake dead his way out of this conversation.
But her wide, curious eyes and trusting little face made him sigh in defeat.
Alright. Time to improvise.
âWell, you see, cubâŚâ he started slowly, scratching his neck. âWhen a man and a woman really love each other, they⌠uh⌠wanna get close to each other.â
She tilted her head. âLike hugging?â
Leona froze for a beat, then seized on the opportunity. âExactly. Hugging. When a woman hugs a man too much, sometimes a baby starts growinâ in her belly.â
Her eyes went wide. âReally!?â
âYepâ he said, nodding, proud of his quick save. âSo, youâd better not let any little boys hug you, got it?â
She gasped and nodded fiercely. âOkay! No boys allowed!â
ââAtta girlâ he said with a grin, already lying back down.
But then
âWhat about you, Daddy? Youâre a boy too!â
Leona cracked a lazy smile, patting her head. âFamily doesnât count. You can hug me all you want, cub.â
Satisfied with his brilliant parenting, he went right back to sleep.
A few days laterâŚ
Leona was rudely awakened again, this time by you standing over him, arms crossed, foot tapping, with your phone in hand.
âLeona Kingscholarâ you said in that dangerous calm voice.
He cracked one eye open. ââŚwhatâd I do now?â
You crossed your arms tighter. âWhy did Jack just call me to say our daughter refused to hug him because she âdoesnât want a baby in her bellyâ!?â
Leona blinked. Then blinked again.
Then snorted, tail flicking lazily as a smirk spread across his face. âHah. Guess she listens well. Smart kid.â
You gawked at him. âLeona!â
He chuckled and rolled over, muffling his laughter in a pillow. âWhat? I was improvisinâ, herbivore. Better she learns that than the real thing.â
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. âYouâre impossible.â
Azul Ashengrotto
It was a calm, quiet evening drive, or, well, it had been.
Azulâs hands rested neatly on the steering wheel, eyes on the road, the faint hum of the engine mixing with the rhythmic tap of his fingers. The wind through the open window made him feel almost relaxed after a long day of paperwork.
In the backseat, his daughter was happily swinging her legs, clutching a little plush octopus that Jade had given her earlier.
âI had sooo much fun with Uncle Jade today!â she said brightly. âHe even let me watch TV!â
Azulâs smile twitched. ââŚHe did, did he?â
He loved his business partner like a brother, but too much screen time for his little girl? That was not on the list of approved activities. He made a mental note to discuss this with Jade later.
âWhat did you watch, sweetheart?â he asked, forcing a calm tone.
âA documentary!â she chirped proudly. âIt was about octopuses! Did you know they come from eggs?â
Azul blinked. âAh, yes, Iâm aware.â
âUncle Jade said that baby octopuses hatch from eggs, and I saw it!â she continued, eyes wide. âSo⌠does that mean I came from an egg too?â
Azul nearly swerved.
He cleared his throat, gripping the steering wheel tighter. âN-No, my dear, absolutely not. You did not come from an egg.â
She tilted her head, confused. âThen⌠where did I come from?â
He tried to choose his words very carefully. âFrom your motherâs belly.â
For a blissful three seconds, there was silence. Azul allowed himself a small sigh of relief. Maybe that would be the end of itâŚ
âBut how did I get in Mommyâs belly?â
Azul froze.
His jaw locked, his eyes flicking toward the road like they could save him from this question.That was the exact moment he realized, he made a terrible, terrible mistake.
The car went quiet for several seconds.
Finally, Azul inhaled deeply through his nose, straightened his tie, and with the smoothest voice he could muster said
âThat⌠is an excellent question, darling.â
A pause.
Then, with a perfectly polite smile that masked his absolute internal panic
âI think⌠your mother can explain that one far better than I can.â
âReally?â she asked. âBut youâre smart, Daddy!â
His eye twitched. âY-Yes, well, even geniuses know when to defer to the proper authority.â
She beamed, totally oblivious. âOkay! Iâll ask Mommy when we get home!â
Azulâs knuckles went white around the steering wheel. ââŚWonderful.â
By the time he pulled into the driveway, he was sweating. The moment he saw you at the door, he gave you that please handle this before I collapse look.
You blinked, already suspicious. âAzul? Everything alright?â
He adjusted his glasses with a stiff smile. âOh, yes, my pearl. Our daughter just had⌠a few educational questions for you.â
And then he fled to his office before you could ask why.
Jamil Viper
It was one of those calm afternoons when everything was, for once, normal. Just Jamil quietly chopping vegetables in the kitchen while the smell of spiced curry filled the air.
Then, his son came in, dragging his favorite toy snake by the tail.
âDad?â
Jamil hummed without looking up, still chopping onions with practiced ease. âMm?â
âIâm lonely at homeâ the boy said, lower lip puffed out. âI want a little brother or sister to play with.â
Jamil paused, his knife hovering in the air. Ah. There it was. The kind of conversation he was not emotionally prepared for before lunch.
He turned slightly, offering a patient smile. âThatâs⌠not really something you can just get in a minute, you know. Itâs not that easy.â
âBut why?â
âBecauseâŚâ he started, already regretting opening his mouth. ââŚbabies are⌠complicated.â
His son tilted his head, clearly not satisfied. âWhere do babies come from, then?â
Jamil froze. His expression didnât change, outwardly calm, perfectly neutral, but internally, he was screaming.
He stood there for a long moment, considering all his options. Then, with the same cool composure he gave the smartest answer he could think of
âYou should ask your mother.â
And that was that. Or so he thought.
Five peaceful minutes passed. He went back to chopping vegetables, humming softly to himself, mentally congratulating his quick thinking. Then tiny footsteps returned.
He didnât even turn around when he heard his sonâs voice again. âDad?â
âYes?â
âMom said to tell youâŚâ
The tone. Jamil already knew this wasnât going to end well. He slowly turned, raising an eyebrow. ââŚWhat did she say?â
âShe said, âI carried, now you explain it.ââ
Jamil blinked. Once. Twice. Then stared blankly at the wall like his brain had just blue screened. There was a long, painful silence. The kind that only happened when Jamil was truly defeated.
He finally exhaled, setting down the knife and rubbing his temples. ââŚOf course she did.â
His son watched, eyes bright. âSo? Where do they come from?â
Jamil gave him a long, serious look, the kind that could silence a whole room.
Then he said, in the calmest voice possible âYou know, maybe itâs time you and your mother both went to visit Uncle Kalim. Iâm sure heâd love to explain it.â
âReally? Yay!â the boy cheered and ran off toward the living room, leaving Jamil staring into the middle distance.
He sighed deeply, muttering under his breath, âIf Kalim actually tries, Iâm moving out.â
Vil Schoenheit
The court of Princess Schoenheitâs tea party was in session.
Plastic tiaras, sparkling tulle skirts, mismatched dolls and at the center of it all sat Vil and his little daughter, sipping âteaâ from pink plastic cups with all the grace.
âThank you for the invitation, my darlingâ Vil said smoothly, crossing one leg over the other with dramatic elegance. âThis blend of chamomile is divine.â
His daughter giggled, her golden curls bouncing. âThank you Papa! I made it myself!â
âOf course you did,â he said proudly, pretending to take a delicate sip. âFlawless as expected from my daughter.â
They continued their sophisticated chatter for a while, discussing her stuffed animals latest scandals and who would host the next tea party. Then Vil, in his ever graceful way, decided to bring up some real world news.
âBy the way, my dearâ he said, smiling warmly, âUncle Rook and his wife going to have a baby soon.â
Her eyes widened, her little hands gripping the teapot with excitement. âReally?! Then we can have another tea party guest!â
âIndeedâ Vil said with a pleased hum. âAnother precious little one to add to our circle.â
But then she blinked, her expression turning thoughtful. ââŚPapa? Where did Uncle Rook get the baby?â
Vil froze for half a second. His perfectly trained smile faltered, just a flicker, before returning in place. Oh, Seven help him. He should have seen that question coming.
âWellâŚâ he began, setting down his cup âwhen a man and a woman truly love one another, a stork brings them a baby. Thatâs how itâs always been.â
A harmless tale, of course. She was too young for anything more, and honestly, a touch of whimsy suited the occasion.
But instead of the awe he expected, his daughter grimaced. âEww, I donât like boys, boys are gross.â
Vil blinked, then immediately, immediately, nodded in full agreement.
âYes. Yes, they areâ he said, leaning closer. âThey are terribly messy, often inconsiderate, and most of them do not even moisturize.â
She gasped in horror. âThey donât?!â
âTragic, isnât it?â Vil said with a sigh, hand pressed dramatically over his chest. âWhich is why you mustnât even bat an eye at them. Keep your standards high, my darling. Only family, your Papa, and perhaps Uncle Rook are exceptions.â
She nodded with determination, her little brow furrowed. âOkay! Iâll only love you, Mommy, Uncle Rook, and Grandpa. No boys.â
Vil smiled, satisfied, and very proud of himself. âExcellent choice, my love. I see youâve inherited my taste and my wisdom.â
He lifted his teacup again and took another imaginary sip.
Idia Shroud
The lab was quiet, soft hum of machines and the frantic tapping of Idiaâs keyboard. His hair glowed a low, steady blue as he mumbled to himself about codes, fully immersed in his latest program.
Everything was perfect, until a small voice broke his concentration.
âDad.â
Idia flinched so hard his knee hit the underside of the desk. âHuh?! Wh-What-oh, itâs just you.â
He turned to see his son standing at the doorway, arms crossed, cheeks puffed out in the same adorable pout that Idia could never say no to.
âUh⌠hey, champ. You look kinda serious. Whatâs up?â
The boyâs eyes narrowed. âI want a sibling.â
Idiaâs hands froze over the keyboard. His glowing hair flickered from blue to pink. âYâYou what?!â
âI want a brother or sister!â the kid said firmly, stomping a foot. âIâm alone. Everyone else has siblings to play with! Uncle Ortho has you, but I donât have anyone. Itâs not fair!â
Idiaâs brain short circuited for a second. He stammered, trying to form words while his son glared up at him. âO-okay, first off, buddy uh⌠thatâs not how it works. You canât just⌠order a sibling.â
âBut why not?â
âBecauseâŚuhâŚitâs complicated! You see, um⌠getting a baby is a⌠uh⌠long term⌠cooperative side quest, and uhâŚrequires two players, okay?â
The boy tilted his head. âThen where do babies come from if itâs so difficult?â
Oh no. Idiaâs internal system crashed. He could practically hear the Windows error sound in his brain. He needed an answer. Any answer.
âWellâŚâ he began nervously, sweating bullets, âyou see, when a-a woman⌠eats⌠uh⌠too many jelly beans⌠it⌠starts growing in her belly, and uhâŚ. ta-da! Baby!â
He even added jazz hands. Jazz hands.
His son blinked. ââŚReally?â
Idia nodded furiously. âY-yeah, totally. I mean, you know how sugarâs like, uh⌠energy and life force, right? And moms are super powerful beings, so, uh⌠yeah! Jelly beans equal baby. Science.â
The kid seemed to consider this seriously before gasping in awe. âThatâs so cool!â
âY-yeah⌠coolâŚâ Idia muttered weakly, turning back to his monitor in the hope that the conversation was over. His hair slowly dimmed back to a relieved blue as he heard his son run off, muttering something about jelly beans.
Peace returned for a blissful five minutes. Until he heard you call from the kitchen.
âIdia! Sweetheart!â
The tone was too sweet. âY-yeah?â
You appeared in the doorway holding a bowl full of jelly beans, and your son right behind you, grinning proudly.
âWould you care to explainâ you said, eyes narrowing, âwhy your child is trying to feed me jelly beans every minutes and saying itâll give him a sibling?â
Idia turned pink to the tips of his hair. âUhâŚuhhhhâŚuh, you see, itâs-itâs a science project?â
You stared. âA science project?â
From behind you, your son proudly offered another jelly bean. âMama, eat more! I want a baby sister!â
Idia just whined. âIâm uninstalling myself from this whole conversationâŚâ
Malleus Draconia
It was supposed to be a quiet evening in Briar Valley. The sky shimmered faintly outside the castle windows, and Malleus was in his study, writing letters and sipping tea when an unmistakable sound echoed, the screaming of small children.
He sighed, setting down his pen. ââŚAh. The little thunder and lightning are at it again.â
He strode down the hall with regal calm, though a faint flicker of worry glimmered in his green eyes. Opening the door to the twins bedroom, he was met with chaos.
Toys were scattered everywhere, his daughter face was red and tear streaked, and his son stood with his arms crossed, looking both defensive and guilty.
âWhat is the meaning of this?â Malleus asked gently, voice deep but calm as always.
âShe said!â âHe said!â
They both started at once, their little voices overlapping until Malleus lifted a hand, and the air itself seemed to hush.
âOne at a time,â he said. âSweetheart, you may speak first.â
She sniffled, rubbing her eyes. âDaddy, he said Iâm not your real daughter! He said you found me in a box on the street and took me home!â
Malleus blinked, his ears twitching slightly in disbelief. He turned his gaze to his son. âIs this true?â
The boy scowled, chin raised in defiance. âWell, she started it! She told me I was the street baby first!â
Malleus closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath. the kind of breath.
âChildrenâ he began âNeither of you were found in any box on any street. You are both our beloved children.â
The twins exchanged wary looks.
âThen where did we come from?â his daughter asked, tilting her head curiously. âIf we werenât found, how did we get here?â
Malleus smiled fondly. âYou both came from your motherâs belly, of course.â
That answer, he thought, would settle it. Simple, truthful enough, and free of unnecessary details. But instead of relief, the twins only looked more confused.
His son squinted. ââŚHow did we get in there?â
His daughter nodded eagerly, wide eyed. âYeah! Did Mama eat us?!â
Malleus froze. The calm, regal smile on his face went utterly still, as if his soul had momentarily left his body. He stood there in dignified silence for a long moment. The twins blinked up at him, waiting.
Finally, with all the composure, Malleus cleared his throat. ââŚPerhapsâŚâ he said slowly, âyou should ask your grandfather Lilia. He is⌠quite experienced in such matters.â
He thought that was a brilliant deflection, wise, strategic, perfectly logical. Until he heard your voice echo down the hall
âMALLEUS DRACONIA!â
He visibly flinched as your footsteps approached, fast and furious.
âI swear!â you said, appearing in the doorway with your hands on your hips, âif you ever let Lilia educate our children about thatâ!â
Malleusâs expression turned sheepish, shoulders slightly hunched like a guilty child himself. âAh⌠my love, I was merely suggesting he might⌠elaborate upon the biological aspects.â
You arched an eyebrow. âBiological aspects, huh? Do you want him to tell them about the âromantic fire of youthâ and âfae ritualsâ again?â
Malleus winced. ââŚPerhaps not.â
The twins looked between you and their father, utterly lost.
âDoes this mean we were found in a box?â the boy whispered.
imagine having an argument with Idia's tablet in the middle of a hallway, and he's getting annoying so you just press the "end call" button and walk away.
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