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Dad! Greifer au. Minor ooc(?) Wholesome fluff :) chaotic toddler Azzy.

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Nothing but a nice smack in the face by a little hand in the morning. “D4D4D4D4D4 UPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!1!1!1!2!”

Azzy shouted. Yet greifer remained still, trying to snooze away despite his young daughter’s shouts and pulling on his hair, “UP UP!!!!” She demanded shoving her hands in his face and pulling on his shirt “Y4Y4 UP!!!!”

If you were to ask greifer to describe his 3 year old, he’d tell you she’s like a ballistic bomb was set off, Azzy huffed and crossed her arms “I wanna anana!!!!” A banana…she wants a banana.

And in yet…he still ignores her simply grumbling “G0 g3t gr4mp5 th3n k1d…”

She squealed, “N00000 1 W4n y0u t0 g3t n4n4444444”

She’s throwing a tantrum now… flopping off the bed and onto the floor screaming and crying. Until Mayor Thanieyl walked through the door “Come on now little one, let your father rest.”

He picks her up best he can dragging her outside her fathers room closing the door, Part of him feels bad for ignoring her but in all honesty. He just wanted to sleep.

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Azzy stood on a stool in the kitchen watching her grandpa cook, “Wh4t m4k1ng p4p4w?”

“Some brownies. Just a little sweet treat.”

“Why?”

Ah, the age old phase of toddlers in their questions of why? Why this? And why that? Thanieyl remembered when Brad was that young, though he was much much more mischievous than she is now and…his late wife would spend the most time with him.

“For the three of us, your dad tends to spoil you on sodas and sweets. So…I’m also going to try and make more healthy options for little ones your age.” He explained, he knew it was one ear out the other with her…

“Why?” She asked again bouncing on the stool,

“Why do you think?” Thanieyl questioned back “1 unn0.”

Azzy hopped off the stool crawling under the table to play with her toys her hair draping over her face and eyes.

“H3y p0ps…” Greifer grumbled scratching the back of his neck and sitting at the table “good afternoon my son.” Thanieyl simply greeted him as Azzy took her chance to bite.

She bit him on the front of his leg, sinking her baby fangs into his knee “G4H!?!1!1!1?1??2?1! 4ZZY!!!!1!1!! 1 T0LD Y0U T0 ST0P b1T1NG!!” He pried her jaw off of his knee Thanieyl placing some paper towels on the wound before grabbing some materials to clean it “1 g0t 1t p0p5-!” He huffed. Azzy giggled and stuck her tongue out at him trying to run away, before she was caught by the scruff of her neck.

She grumbled and hissed “4z4l34. 1 t0ld y0u. N0. M0r3. B1t1ng.” Greifer scolded, he knows he’s not a good parent. He doesn’t really know how to punish her- time out? Grounding? He’d never hit her, just makes her associate him with fear- right? He doesn’t know.

She slumps over in the corner, he didn’t tell her to do so. She did it herself glaring at her dad for a good 20-or so minutes before tugging on his shirt “d4d4? 1m s0rry…”

“F0r Wh4t?” He questions, he knows for what. He’s just trying to make sure she’s not just apologizing to get out of trouble

“F0r b1t3…1 hurt y0u.”

Part 1 part 2 part 3

Dad! Greifer Au. He’s referred to as both Brad and Greifer.

Angst, hurt-comfort, wholesome. Demo 5 spoilers

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Trinity, a rather beautiful kingdom for such a barren place outside its walls. Home of the windblade. Or whatever the hell it’s called…

Greifer looks around, carefully analyzing the architect and Trinity’s people. Then looking up to the castle “W0uldnt y4 w4nn4 l1v3 1n 4 pl4c3 l1k3 th4t. A1nt th4t r1ght 4zzy?” He chortled to himself, Azzy was fast asleep in his arms. Rather peaceful than her usual. And Mayor Thanieyl was doing rather fine considering the day before, he and his granddaughter ate dirt into the ground.

“Try and remain respectful Brad.” Thanieyl poked his foot with his cane “Cm0n p0ps wh3n 4m 1 n0t? Plus- 1 just c4m3 h3r3 out 0f curt053y..”

The three had to wait outside for some time, Dr Sophie coming along and chatting with Mayor Thanieyl and taking interest interest in Azzy…for…clear reasons especially due to her origins technically being from sword energy.

Greifer let Dr. Sophie steal a glance or two at Azzy, but he’s for certain not letting his daughter go. He doesn’t know Dr. Sophie all that well, despite her…circumstances with his family. And…his mother.

Then the trumpets, and drums. The parade, Greifer softly placed one hand over his daughter’s tiny ear and the other pressed against his chest while he held her.

Then he spotted them, Telemon and Hero, standing beside one another. Hero is surely here for the next sword, but the princess walks up to them and talks…only to be shut down by the guardians.

And it’s already time for the coronation itself…

The rest is a blur…Greifer just kind of…spaced out during it, he really didn’t care, Azzy slept peacefully. He noticed she’s starting to get new leaves around her neck and arms…

He lifts his head to actually look at the coronation…all he hears is bickering and arguing, right before the window crashed in..Korblox, that’s one thing he remembers about trinity. That trinity and the Korblox…do NOT get along.

He backs away pulling his father away as well and behind himself holding Azzy tight, even as she begins to stir and cry.

“O-oh dear-…” mayor Thanieyl gasps at the sight as Hero swoops in as the Queen collapses “ffffuck…”

He holds his crowbar tight, as much as he wants to fight he physically has to restrain himself, he has to protect his family. He can’t let them get hurt. He drags his father along as Dr. Sophie follows along outside.

And just as he gets his father and Dr. Sophie outside. He’s dragged back inside, Azalea still being held tightly in his arms. He swings his crowbar forward landing a straight hit on the Korbloxian grunt, “BRAD!” mayor Thanieyl pleas “1M F1N3 P0P5!”

He stumbles outside cradling Azzy, “S33? All g00d…”

“Goodness Brad…you or Azalea could have gotten hurt!”

“ 1 kn0w p0ps…but w3’r3 f1n3…sh3’s sp00k3d, y0u 4r3 t00..”

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War.

There’s a whole declaration of war now, and they’ve been sitting in front of the castle for hours…Azzy is fussy as all hell on earth, hungry and cranky. Thanieyl had just spoken to one of the councilmen…Robur he thinks? They asked about Hero, one can only hope the prick didn’t get themselves into too big of trouble.

Then just- suddenly…the queen dashes by? Hero following only a few minutes after “I do hope everything is alright…my…”

“1 h0p3 s0 t00 p0ps…”

A terrifying day indeed….a day he’d mostly rather not remember, but

It’s over now…Greifer sits on the stairs now still trying to calm his daughter down… “You’re Mayor Thanieyl’s son right?”

Cassie. The new queen of Trinity.

“Uh- yeah..y0ur m4j3sty”

“Cassie please, if you don’t mind..” she sat beside him “Are you two alright? I-I’m assuming that’s your daughter?”

“Y34h, uh…h3r n4me’s 4zzy.” He lifted her up a little so Cassie could see her “she looks exactly like you..” she giggled “Y34h…sh3 d03s.”

They chatted for a while after that, they bonded pretty well despite being so…different. He just assumes bonding over a dead parent is something…

“Oh! By the way…you and your family are welcome here anytime. I-if you need anything….j-just let me know okay? Trinity will welcome you with open arms!” Cassie smiled at them, “B4ck 4t ya.” He finally waved a farewell.

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Finally home…Greifer flops on the bed, Azzy in his arms chowing down a bottle of milk.

Part 1 part 2

Dad! Greifer Au. He’s referred to as both Brad and Greifer.

, wholesome. Minor ooc (?) hurt comfort (?)

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Crying.

That’s how his mornings were going to be for the next few years or so. He’s used to sleeping in past noon. Now? It’s almost 4 in the morning and the Kid is screaming her head off at only 3 days old.

He scoops Azzy out of her bassinet and stumbles into the kitchen, heats up a bottle for her and slides down the kitchen wall.

He’s half asleep as he holds the bottle up for her while she eats, at least he got the crying to stop. “Y0u’r3 a h4ndful….1 h0p3 you kn0w th4t y4’ l1ttl3 punk..”

Azzy cooed, Greifer pat her back. God he was hoping that she didn’t vomit on him again…

And…she didn’t! Just a hiccup.

“Brad? Why are you on the floor?”

Mayor Thanieyl asked, his cane clutched in his hands “T1r3d..”

“I can see…go get yourself a shower and rest. I can take care of my granddaughter for the time being.” Thanieyl smiled, as his son looked up at him “Wh4t 1f sh3 g3ts fussy? 0r st4rt5 cry1ng?”

“Brad I promise, she will be fine. I won’t let anything bad happen to my granddaughter!” Thanieyl sighed softly holding out one of his arms, Greifer reluctantly set down the infant in his arms “Y0u g0t h3r..?” He asked, his voice unusually soft spoken… “Yes my son….I have her. She’s safe. Now go, go shower go rest!”

He hit Greifer with his cane as he raised his hands and walked off, Thanieyl looked at Azzy and slimed, the wrinkles around his face clear…but he has a sweet smile, one that’s contagious. “A day with Papaw sounds exciting doesn’t it?”

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Thanieyl took a step outside, wobbling with his cane in one hand and baby Azzy in the other taking in the wonders of her home, she hasn’t been outside seen she’s been born… “Mayor Thanieyl!” A citizen runs up, “is this your…granddaughter!?”

“Yes it is! She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Now he’s showing her off with pride, as more citizens gather around. He’s not letting anyone touch her, or hold her. Keeping her to her grandpappy only.

“She’s so cute!” “I can’t believe his son actually had a kid??” “I know right?? After everything?”

Some chatters amongst the crowd, and others attempting to shove gifts into his arms as he refuses, or simply asks them to leave it at the door. “my…I’m not the one to congratulate! I do love my dear granddaughter, but my son is her father! And he’s doing very well!”

It’s safe to say, Thanieyl is beyond proud. Of both his son and his granddaughter. Especially His son…

Thanieyl doesn’t think…Brad would enjoy his newborn being surrounded by everyone in town, especially as she starts to cry. She cries and cries, Thanieyl finally attempts to calm the crowd and get through. Which, most do. As he begins to head to the tea market.

But right as he walks upstairs… “DANIEL WAIT DONT KICK THAT BALL!” A tired mother shouts, Thenieyl’s vision is worn, his hearing too…

The ball hits his cane, knocking it out of his hands , sending him and Azzy tumbling down.

Thanieyl tried to land on his back wrapping both his arms around Azzy to protect her, her crying even louder now. As he tried his best to console her, he knows there’s no way in hell he’s going to be able to get up on his own. Especially as the swarm of townsfolk swarm again to check on him.

“I assure you we are fine! It was an accident.”

“But mayor- you fell pretty hard-!” “P0PS!!!1!1!” Greifer runs out of the house and over to them, his hair is wet. He’s clearly showered, as water is still dripping from his hair and getting his clothes wet.

“Brad!” Thanieyl tries to balance on his cane, Azzy is still crying… “4R3 Y0U OK4Y??? 1- I5 AZZY??”

“We are fine Brad…I promise…” Thanieyl hands Azzy back to her father, to console the townsfolk. Reassure them…

“H-h3yy….1t5 0K4Y lil punk!!!1!1 j-just a f3w bru1s3s 1s 4ll y34h?” He cradles her in his arms, looking at her to see if she’s injured

“I’ve never seen you look so…worried.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin “Ky0k0!”

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“Okay! All bandaged up! She did so good!” Kyoko played with Azalea’s little arms to make her smile, “U’r3 sur3 sh3’ll b3 0K4Y…?”

Kyoko nods “I promise. She’ll be fine, Mr Tanieyl…how are you?”

“I’m fine Kyoko…just fell on my old back is all. I promise I’m tougher than I look.” He chuckles, as Greifer looks at both His dad, and his daughter worriedly. “Just give me a call if you need something! Okay?”

The two men nod as Kyoko leaves, Azzy falling asleep in Greifer’s arms “Now my son, I think the two of you should be in bed!”

“What?? Aft3r y0u tw0 just 4t3 d1rt??? N0 w4y!!1!!!”

“Brad, I told you I. Am. Fine. Now please…go rest..” he just placed his hand on Greifer’s shoulder pitifully, he grumbled “Wh3t3v3r…” Greifer huffed throwing himself and Azzy In bed, laying the little baby on his chest to scroll on his phone…

As his vision blurs…

And he’s out… like a light.

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Greifer briefly wakes up, it’s the dead of night. He stretches and pops his knuckles and- wait….

Where’s Azzy?

He hops up in a full blown panic, tearing everything apart in his room to look for her “4ZZY??”

And then…a soft coo…from the one place he didn’t check. The bassinet, where she’s swaddled up sleeping comfortably with a note on her “leftovers in the fridge :) try not to sleep with baby on bed at night! -Dad”

Part 1.

Dad! Greifer Au. He’s referred to as both Brad and Greifer.

Lots of headcanons, fluff, wholesome. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Minor ooc (?)

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Warm, running water. A towel in the sink, Brad has no idea what he’s doing. But he’s trying, it’s a start right?

It’s only been…barely a day or two since this baby- …Azalea, was ‘born’ if you could say she was.

She’s so little in his arms, Brad has always been…tall. Maybe she’s just really tiny. Yeah, probably. She coos, and gurgles. She’s been fussy all morning.

And so has he, had hadn’t slept last night. Too busy with the newborn. Barely a day with her and he’s already irritated. He has to keep reminding himself that he chose this, and despite his gripes and complaints about the new baby. He loves her.

Will he admit it? Who knows, but he does. She is his daughter after all. It’s not her fault she was born.

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Greifer ran his hand through the water, warm. But not too warm, and not freezing.

He lowers Azalea into the shallow water in the sink, holding her so she wouldn’t go under. He gently scrubbed the remaining dirt off of her body from being pulled up.

She wasn’t enjoying this it was clear, from her mewling and gurgling voice. “ 1m sorry but y0u st1nk 4nd are d1rty as h3ll.”

He gruffly spoke to the little one. He was just about to finish up when there was a knock on the door.

Greifer nearly dropped the baby, dunking her head into the water- as she quickly threw her little arms up and her eyes widened. “Shhhh111t! I’m sorry- 1m s0rry k1d-..” he scooped her out of the sink, draining the water as he wrapped her in a towel while she cried.

He tried his best to console her, rocking her in his arms as he opened the door

“Brad!”

“Ky0k0?”

“It’s been a while..” Kyoko smiled, she looked like a ray of sunshine compared to him. Her singular dimple when she slimed, her freckles and her little rabbit buck teeth she’s had since they were kids.

“1t…h4s. Uh…h0w have you b33n?” He was a little surprised she’d come to his door knocking. They haven’t spoken in…two…three years? Then Kyoko went out and traveled all over, studying to be a nurse? Doctor or something too. He doesn’t know all the details nor does he care to ask at the moment.

She was always ones to have something to do, somewhere to go. He doesn’t blame her parents for separating them from one another, but as a teenager he…couldn’t help but be jealous of that life she had. And he didn’t. Two loving parents that hung out with her supported her, and were there for her. While he watched his mother slowly deteriorate over time, the last connection he had to her slipping away to become something dangerous. And his dad busy all of the time, never there, never present.

Brad remembers those days where the house was silent. Too silent. After Kyoko’s parents told his dad off about his behavior. He’d find himself locked in his room absorbed in his games, and if not that then sleeping or even…doing the crap he did. With his pranks. Anything he could do to distract himself.

But…that’s all over now. Right?

“I’ve been good! I just got back from vermillion. Quite a small town but it’s got charm. I’ve been hearing rumors about you.” She held her briefcase with both hands lightly moving side to side

“Wh4t rum0rs??”

She pointed to Azalea now fast asleep in his arms, in the towel he grabbed her with, he looked down at the baby then back to Kyoko “I h4vent t0ld 4ny0n3, 1 m34n….m4yb3 s0m30ne s4w….but I only t0ld p0ps…??”

She let a little giggle slip, and a pitiful smile “Well- Mayor Thanieyl may be a little happy to have a grandkid.”

Greifer grumbled and huffed, “0f fuck1ng c0urs3…” he stepped inside inviting Kyoko inside, she followed him past the large family portrait in the entrance into the door on the right. Inviting her to sit in the living room.

“Oh! I forgot. I brought a few gifts for you two.” Her face lit up, opening her briefcase “Kyoko- you…d1dn’t h4v3 t0 g3t anyth1ng..”

He feels a bit guilty now as she pulls out loads of things “oh hush, I got you stuff because I care about you both. Yeah?”

She placed the stuff beside him as he looked at it, a few baby onesies, all of which have skulls on them- bottles and pacifiers. For himself, pins and a few packs of green goop cards for his collection. He looked back at her and gave a brief smile “that’s….4 l0t, th4nk5 Ky0k0…”

“Don’t mention it! I just got skulls since- I know you like those kinds of attire and I…didn’t know if the little was a boy or girl or- if you wanted any specific colors. Not that it matters really.”

He chuckled “1t’s 4lright, plu5. I’m n0t g0nn4 dr3ss h3r up in pretty pinks unl3ss sh3 w4nts th4t wh3n she’s 0lder.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be one to talk about pretty pinks.” Kyoko giggled softly “can…I hold her?”

He hesitated, a large part of him did NOT want to let go of her. Keep his daughter by him- but he knows Kyoko, she’s not going to run off with Azalea.

“Y3ah..l3t-l3t me g3t her dr3ssed.”

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Kyoko gently held the infant in her arms, “she looks almost exactly like you.”

“Y34h…she d03s huh?”

“What’s her name?”

“Azalea. But 1 c4ll her 4zzy 4 l0t. 1 f1n4lly d3cided on 4 full n4m3 f0r her. Well 4 m1ddl3 n4m3. 4zal3a D4tura Thanieyl..”

He liked the name he gave her a lot, he isn’t an expert on flowers- nor does he care for them too much but…the name just suit her. Azzy, his daughter. A pretty little flower, fitting as well since she literally came out of the ground.

But. He knows those flowers are poisonous too. He mostly chose them because he thought they were cool…

“That’s a great name, isn’t it Azzy hmmmm?” Kyoko smiled at the baby waving her finger at her playfully.

“Th4nks. She’s g0nn4 be a f1ght3r wh3n sh3s 0lder. 1 can tell.”

Kyoko chortled handing back Azzy to Brad “I can tell too. But that’s just because you’re her dad.”

Greifer Fankid au.

Lots of headcanons, fluff, wholesome. Angst. Hurt/comfort.

Part 2

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Greifer is still getting used to the plant features on his body, it’s been months now since he was cured. Player visits on occasion, and if they need help they’re sure to call.

He sits out on the porch of his house in the heat of Turtopolis, nothing ever really changes in the town. Greifer just sits and watches, maybe he’ll go by bizville if he can get a plane…or if he feels like it.

“Brad?” The mayor speaks to him, “wh4ts up p0ps?” His head turns to the old man, leaning on his cane, his wrinkled face showing a sweet smile “instead of sitting here all day..could you help me with the garden?” Mayor Thanyiel replied gently poking Greifer’s shoulder as he rolls his eyes

“Y34h y34h..wh4t3v3r…” he picks himself up as his father shoves gardening tools into his hands “y0ur3 just g00n4 m4k3 m3 d0 4ll th3 w0rk 4r3n’t y0u?” He huffed “im old brad…i wont be able to do it much longer..”

“…r1ght..”

He didn’t like the thought of that…that is father won’t be able to go ok much longer, as many issues as they’ve had between one another. He still can’t handle the thought of losing his dad. He’s the only family he’s got, not to mention…he will most likely become the guardian of the venomshank once his father passes on.

Greifer huffs “F1n3…1ll d0 1t p0ps. Just- g0 1ns1d3 0r s0m3th1ng…”

“Well…you know where to find me if you need anything.” His father smiles at him again, shambling his way inside, his cane in hand..

Greifer exhales, better get to work.

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He huffs, his hands and clothes are covered in dirt…as he holds a weed he pulled from the roots in his hand. Just the front left to go now.

There’s a surprising amount of weeds in the front garden, even in front of the stairs.

“Fuckkkkk….” He’s exhausted, he already took a break…one more wouldn’t hurt. Greifer slumps down in the garden of weeds and huffs wiping the sweat from his brow, then…something catches his attention.

A weed? A flower? He’s never seen one like it before, maybe an Azalea flower? It’s a bit big for one, and too deep of a purple. And plus- azaleas don’t grow as a single flower. Maybe he should hand it to player or someone else? Maybe he should ask his pops? But he doesn’t want to drag him outside again to look at one little flower, and plus…neither him or his dad are botanists or florists. The only reason the garden is still around is because…

Because of his mom.

For years it was overgrown, only now are they really getting it cleaned out properly to grow flowers again….

He sighs, he’ll just pull it from the roots. It’s probably just a weird looking weed anyway. His hands grab around the stem of the flower. Gently trying not to hurt the petals, and he pulls up.

It barely budges from the soil, “stubb0rn fuck1n…fl0w3r…” he grumbles, separating the dirt a little from the stem and pulling up again, a little progress, he digs more around it.

And this time he pulls with everything, he’s never pulled a weed or flower this stubborn to come out of the ground. And pop! The release in force nearly sends him backwards.

Then the… unexpected. A loud noise, a cry and a whine. As something hangs from the roots of the flower, his eyes adjusts and fixates on this…thing attached to the bottom of the flower.

Scrunched up little limbs, covered in dirt and screeching its lungs out. A baby? A BABY!?“WH4T TH3 FUCK????!? TH3 H3LL???”

He holds the thing closer to inspect, wiping the dirt off of its face “1 d0n’t th1nk b4b13s 4r3 supp0s3d t0 b3 1n d1rt…” It cries and cries as Greifer panicked and looks to the pedestrians look and stare. He hops up, still grasping the stem of the flower rather than the actual infant in his arms. “P0ps??”

“Is something wrong Brad?”

He holds up the tiny infant and shoves it into his father’s arms “Oh my.”

“Where…did you find this little one?”

“Th3 g4rd3n!!1!????? 1 just pluck3d 4 fl0w3r 4nd th4t th1ng w4s 4tt4ch3d!!” He desperately explains, hes confused and panicking. How could a baby be underground?? Mayor Thaniyel gently holds the infant in his arms closely inspecting it, grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the majority of the dirt off. “Come on now son. Sit down.”

“Y0u 3xp3ct m3 t0 just s1t d0wn wh3n s0m3 r4nd0m 4ss k1d c4m3 fr0m th3 g4rd3n??”

“Sit.” Mayor pats the seat beside him..and to which Greifer obliged. His father dumped the infant back into his son’s arms “support her head” he directed.

“Why 4r3 y0u s0 c4lm??” Greifer questions, he’s clearly uncomfortable with the infant in his arms. He’s never liked babies or being around them. Annoying, loud, smelly…etc.

“Because she is yours, Brad.” He speaks so…casually… as Greifer just stares for a moment in disbelief “H4H! Th4ts funny p0ps!” He chortles shaking his head

“It is not a joke Brad. That child is yours. There is no doubt in my mind about it. Look at her!”

And that he does…he looks down at the small girl in his arms. Still covered in dirt, she squirmed and whines in his arms. There’s a sort of charm to it, a charm that feels…pater- no. He can’t.

She can’t be his. Surely?

The little girl opens her eyes and gazes up at him, they’re two different colors, one a dark red…and the other…green. Green like- like his when he used…no. No there’s no way? They have the same hair color, skin color and similar eyes but- that’s it. Yeah. That’s it.

“You see? That child is yours. My conclusion is that you dropped a seed when you were…that..after the venomshank.”

It’s not illogical of him to think that…it’s likely too…but- he- he’s not ready for this? He can’t!

“N0, 1m n0t d01ng th1s.”

He places the girl back into his father’s arms and stands up “Brad, you don’t have to keep her. It..is your choice. At least let her stay for a night. Okay?”

“F1n3…”

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Night came.

It’s dead silent in the house, Greifer’s father brought a bassinet for the infant to sleep in for the night.

He can’t sleep, how could he? He just…sits and stares at the baby. Pondering…thinking. Feeling. Her tiny little finger barely wrapped around his thumb.

And for some reason…he feels…happy at this scene? He doesn’t understand why, he doesn’t want her- she wasn’t meant to be born. She doesn’t belong- he told himself he never wanted to be a father, never EVER wanted kids. There’s no way he could put up with that!

He can’t… he can’t bring himself to get rid of her, send her off. Maybe it’d be for the better but- also? Not? He doesn’t know.

But he feels a connection with her, a parental one at that…it…it reminds him of when he was little. With his mumma.

She looks so peaceful. Right where she is. Here with him, if he can’t do it himself…he’ll raise the little one for his mumma. She would have loved to see the little girl, hold her in her arms, dote on her grandbaby and dress her up in ribbons and little dresses. He sighs, and grumbles putting his hand on his forehead.

She coos, and stirs. As she begins to cry, “shhhhh111t! 1- 1 d1dnt m34n t0 w4k3 y0u up!!”

Yet again he panicked and scoops her up into his arms trying his best to rock her back to sleep…nothing works. “4r3 y0u c0ld???”

He takes off his jacket and wraps it around the girl. As she softens her cries, and she’s doing it again…looking up at him with those little beady eyes. “Wh4t? Y0u 4lr34dy t00k my j4ck3t! Wh4t m0r3 c4n y0u w4nt l1ttl3 punk.”

He’s half joking with her, he knows she doesn’t understand a single word he’s saying, but she smiles.

She fucking smiles at him. As he feels a part of him break, he worn ever admit it…but she’s growing on him.

“Ugh…4lr1ght grub. Wh4ts y0ur n4m3 g0nn4 b3 huh?”

He tilts his head looking at the flowers on her head. Two of the same purple flowers she was plucked from budding on her head, the original one fell off a bit ago…and died pretty quickly after.

“W3ll, m4 l1k3d 4z4l34s…4nd y0u l00k l1k3 0n3 t00. 4zzy.”

Ivory.

TW! A lot of depression and self deprication

Dawtde Au fic.

With the night becomes twilight.

When the birds begin to sing.

You won’t see me.

I’ll be a whisper in the wind. One with the sky. One with my mind. Body. And soul

Death is not an escape, nor is it peace.

Cw: medical malpractice mentions, child abuse.

Additional Info- this is for my rewrite of pressure, I dont support Zeal whatsoever.

Please show your support for Ren.

U-SER = blacksite

Centralsun = urbanshade

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He was still getting used to his body as he slithered down the U-SER’s halls, his tools held tightly in hand as he looked up at the sign above the door....well it was more look directly at it, it was pretty much eye level to him.

he was called over here to fix a few broken panels and air conditioning units, nothing too crazy or out of his league, but then he'd actually read the sign

"A.M.L.P nursery."

Nursery? why would CentralSun need a nursery? For babies? I mean the only conclusion that he liked was that it was a nursery for employee's children if they just so happened to be born down here...but he knew that wasn't it, and It was confirmed once he slithered inside.

syringes and test tubes, mountains of research. and four cradles only 3 of which empty, they weren't good cradles nor were they comfortable by the looks of it. But in the last cradle came a chirp, and a babble. Sebastian looked inside the cradle to find a little toddler, an experiment one a little tail on her with her legs, big blue eyes, fins, one of those angler fish bobbers, and gills.

It was pretty obvious she was a little girl, as it was plastered on the clipboard Sebastian knowingly ignored. She looked up at him, and he down to her. She was tiny, scarily tiny. So small in fact Centralsun had to close off the gaps of the cradle entirely to keep her from escaping, she reached up to him with her little clawed hands making a soft coo at him.

"Well...aren't you cute?" He chuckled, she had a large white patch in her hair...it was strange but it certainly stood out against the dark black, she looked eerily like him, but as far as he knew and remembered he didn't have any kids, nor did he really want any...especially now.

she made little grabby motions at him as she bounced excitedly "bahhhh"

she babbled, Her energy got a chuckle from him "Sorry kid...I got work to do." he softly pet her head as she fell back.

he slithered over to the ventilation system, god it was hot in there....how...how could they let that little baby stay in here while it was so ungodly hot? Did they want her to have a heatstroke?

he sighed as he fixed the fans in the room, tired to anyway....as suddenly an earpiercing cry from the toddler sounded

"What...what is it now?" He looked over, her plushie had fallen on the floor....safe to say she threw it.

he slithered over and picked it off the floor dropping it back into the crib "Happy now?"

she whined and continued to look up at him grabbing at him, "Listen...I'm not gonna pick you up." he grumbled.

as the door opened

"She's seemed to have taken a liking to you." a stern, assertive voice spoke, Sebastian whipped his head around to see a tall lanky man a badge on his coat 'Dr Anderson, Director of the AMLP subdivision'

"Is she not...usually like that?" Sebastian asked looking back to the infant, she's visibly afraid now...of Anderson.

"unfortunately, no she is not. she's typically quite violent, a wild animal." He...smiled, he liked that she was a vicious, violent creature.... "Though I will say it is what's making it difficult finding her a caretaker."

"I'll take her."

He didn't even hesitate, he didn't even think....it just....blurted out of his mouth

"Oh? Now that's certainly something, I will say EX-013...that's quite a bold offer." He began to walk over taking the toddler out of the crib as she cried

"Oh hush up." He held her by the scruff, "Y-you're hurting her-.."

Anderson glared at Sebastian before he walked over to one of the testing tables and put the infant on it. Sebastian's eyes widened as the toddler's cries got louder

"STOP!" Sebastian shouted pushing Anderson away as he injected the infant with a sedative

Anderson groaned and stood back up as sebastian scooped the subbing toddler into his arms

"Shhh...shh...you're okay...you're gonna be okay.." she was so little in his arms...she fit right in the palm of his hands, her cries slowed into tired whines and grunts

"Well, i certainty don't regret choosing you for the subject to use DNA." Anderson chortled at the sight "What?"

"She's your clone 13."

He wasn't all surprised.....it was just centralsun's nature...

"You can keep her for all I care." he waved Sebastian off sauntering out of the room

he glanced down at the toddler...

he just stared for a minute...processing

Tw!: angst, heavily implied cannibalism, cannibalism out of starvation.

TW: fear, loss of a child, pressure stick to the script ending but afterthought au. Sif dies, painter dies

Blood, details of death. Details of injury. And grief and gore!!

THIS IS NOT THE AFTERTHOUGHT AU CANON ENDING.

Simon took a breath of air, the fact he could breathe on the surface of the moon didn't matter, his arm was writing in agony. he threw the black box forward coughing and wheezing. out of breath.

"Fuck me..."

he turned on his back staring at the fading stars

he made it.

Alive, mostly anyway. Simon let out a sigh of relief, it was only a matter of time until the C.O.I picked him up, and he knew they dragged Ava up before she nearly imploded.

his gaze drifted to his surroundings the adrenaline slowing, he blinked to try and stay awake. But his body relaxed as he calmed breaths slowed as he slowly fell asleep....

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A sharp shrieking cry woke him. Simon shot up and looked around "What the fuck!?"

he stood up and walked to the sound, the shore of the ocean was aggressive then, he looked down to his feet. in front of him lay an infant.

A newborn, drenched in blood and scaled, tiny little teeth poking from it's cheeks. Simon's eyes widened "What...?"

he ripped a piece of his shirt off effectively making a swaddle, though it was drenched in dry blood and gore.

A little girl, held in his arm, he could tell she had dark black hair..though it was more like fuzz on her head.

her eyes weren't really brown but they were more of a red than anything, but her eyes were only barely open

"Why....why are you here? Where did you come from....?" Simon looked down at her her cries turning to soft coos, despite her weighing practically nothing it is difficult holding an infant with one arm.

he sat down on the shore looking down at her "Guess...its just you and me huh...? I don't think they're coming.... you don't deserve this....you...you're so new..."

"But...but maybe its better off...you don't deserve to live in a world like this either...whats left for you when you grow up....?" He placed her in his lap his eyes meeting hers as she squirmed in the swaddle.

Simon placed his hand on her little throat "You....you don't deserve to live in a world that doesn't want you....that can't support you...I can't save you."

she put her little fingers on his thumb causing him to draw back

"I-I'm sorry- I...I'm so sorry i- i can't I cant do that to you...Im sorry..I-i should protect you...."

he held her close to his chest as he leaned over apologizing...over and over again

a blaring spotlight broke his apologetic trance as he looked up, the tow ship!

he held the newborn in one arm grabbing the black box in his hand as he shouted. Simon couldn't believe it... they actually came back for him?

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"Convict." a rash voice spoke, Simon glared "What."

David scoffed "Lighten up"

Simon shook his head, he had wires and medical stuff attached all over him, "So...you're saying you just found her on the shore?"

"Yes...how many times to I have to fucking repeat it!"

"I'm only talking to you because I have to...I'm asking because we found two others on two different moons"

"Other infants?"

"What else?"

Simon sighed "Where's the little one I found", "Getting checked up and tested."

"I want her" He demanded, "No, you don't get to play finders keepers man." , "Let him take her, she won't stop crying anyway.."

"Ava! You- you're supposed to be in bed"

"Yeah, well....Simon's not a convict anymore", "David scoffed standing up his brows furrowed "Ava you have to be joking! he's still one of eden's"

Ava simply scoffed moving into the room

"Out." She demanded, David sighed glaring at Simon before storming off. "Welcome to the consolidation, Simon...I'll grab the little one.

All Simon could really do was sit and wait, his body felt wrong....but....he didn't want to see....what if....he was permanently like this? a monster? a-!

The little infant was plopped on his chest now in a little patchwork onesie.

"Shes healthy." Ava spoke

"Whats her name?"

"What...?'

Ava paused "You are taking her right?"

He looked down at the mutated newborn "Y-yeah...?"

"Then give her a name."

He looked to her for a moment, not a single name popping into mind "Uhm..." , he closed his eyes to think

he really only knew Christian names and ones from Eden, "What was the girl from the bible's name?"

"Eve?"

no...that won't do....not Lilith either...

Elanor?

Lan...nore...nori

Len! Lenore!

That was it

Sif was asleep, she lowly snored and chirped in her sleep. Sebastian held her close to his chest as he hummed and stared at the ceiling.

he didn't have anything else to do, and Sif was out like a light and all he could do was gently run his fingers through her hair, he sighed as a peculiar sea bunny nudged his arm.

He turned his head "whats wrong bub?"

the bunny chirped and spun

"I'm sorry bub but we don't have any food right now. We've got about....thirty minutes till dinner."

Borf pounced on Sebastian's arm and continued to chirp at him "look buddy, I don't know what you want." he grumbled

Sif let out a small cry catching his attention

"Hey-kid...shit.." he looked over to the now panicking Borf as he scooped up the bunny keeping SIf close to his chest as he let the bunny comfort sif

Borf cuddled up to Sif pawing at her to soothe her nightmares as she opened her eyes "Papa?" she looked up to Sebastian