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OML I READ UR Malleus and Sebek courting mini fics and so cuteee AAAAAAAAAA

May we have a continuation? Where they receive a gift from reader?

Thank you ahead!

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I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Here is a little more about how it might be when you gift him in return. I must say I had a lot of fun writing Sebek's part. He is such an amusing character to write.

Grim sat up from the small bed you’d set up for him in the corner and shouted, “Stop bringing that junk in here!” You look over at him apologetically but still move over to your old nest and drop in the armful of fluff. Grim shows his disapproval by growling. “Sorry, but it has to be done!” Grim’s brow furrows and he shouts, “Well then do it in your own room!” Then he burrows back into his own bed and pulls the covers overtop of him, hiding your nonsense from view.

You were sorry, you really were but honestly, this was your room. They all were. It had been years since you’d married Malleus and become the consort of Briar Valley’s Prince. As for Grim, you were a pair for such a long time that he’d joined you in moving to Briar Valley when you’d married. You set him up in another room in your suite. After a few years, you’d admitted to Malleus that you weren’t so fond of sleeping in the nest. He’d laughed and moved you into a more standard bedroom. It had a large comfortable bed and, after sleeping on twigs, you’d been ecstatic. Grim, on the other hand, had resented your invasion of ‘his room’ and chosen to move into the room with your abandoned nest.

‘No, not abandoned,’ you admonished yourself, ‘just preserved.’ It was still intact in the adjoining room, waiting. Waiting for… well, you couldn’t finish that thought and instead, shook the fluster from your face and returned to the garden, seeking out more items to fill your empty nest. Spring was the perfect time for your hunt as many trees in the garden dropped large pods of silky material to pollinate. You pushed aside the long grasses looking for them. “There are some in the west garden,” Lilia said suddenly. You choke back a yelp. Over the years, you’d become better at not being surprised by Lilia. Or at least better about showing it. He’d also become your closest conspirator in this matter. When he’d seen you tucking a handful of feathers into your pockets, he’d looked at you with such an expression of glee that you’d have thought it was a gift for him and not Malleus. But, you supposed, he had been waiting for quite a long time. “I’d better go grab them before the wind takes them away then!” He gives you a wink and you trot off.

The book (lent by Lilia all those years ago at NRC) had been clear; it was the job of the courting dragon to gather sticks and branches to create a nest to welcome a new partner into their life. You’d remembered the first branch Malleus had given you fondly, a gift as good as a declaration of marriage. Then it was the job of the partner to eventually fill the nest with warm, soft, and fluffy material to prepare for the next phase. So here you were, tramping through bushes; looking for seed pods, feathers and really anything natural that you could find that would make a good stuffing for your nest. It wasn’t easy though, not considering the size of the nest you had to fill. You wished that Malleus had been a trifle less eager to impress when he’d been courting you; it would have made your job now a bit easier.

“Here,” came a voice from behind. You look up and see Silver holding out a basket of feathers and fur. “My bird friends had gathered too much for their own nests and wanted to share this.” You smile back, “I’m sure they had a basket laying around too.” At this Sebek bristles. He’d never fully accepted you as the Consort of Briar Valley but, over time, he had come to a certain sort of understanding about your place here. As long as you made Malleus happy, he seemed to gain a certain amount of satisfaction in assisting you. “Just be grateful it’s for the great Malleus! I couldn’t accept the young master having dirtied or rumpled feathers in his nest, so I was forced to find that basket.” You smile at the young guard and see his cheeks flush in response.

Really, it was like all the friends from your past school days were still here rooting for you and Malleus to have a happy ending. It made you rather hopeful yourself. You give them a nod of thanks and add your own finds to the basket and set off to your room. With this basketful, you figured you’d be around halfway done. If you gathered the rest of spring, and factoring in the rainy season, maybe by hmm… Bump! You run into an unexpected obstacle. You think you might fall and clutch the basket tightly only to blink after a moment and reassess. You hadn’t fallen at all; you’d been caught in the arms of your loving husband.

“My treasure, are you harmed?” Malleus asks in concern. You hug the basket tighter, trying to hide the contents from his view, “Ah, no dear, I’m fine. Thank you for catching me.” Then you place a sweet kiss on his cheek before attempting to slip away. You almost accomplish it before you feel his grip on your sleeve, holding you back. “You wouldn’t be trying to hide something from me, would you my precious one?” For a moment, you consider trying to evade his question but decide you’d rather be honest with him. You sigh and hold out the basket, “It was supposed to be a surprise.” He looks inside at the collection of fluffy things inside and back at you with wide eyes. “You…you aren’t upset, are you?”

Instead of answering, Malleus quietly walks into your old room and stops at the edge of the nest. You walk carefully to his side and peer inside at the fluffy collection you’ve started. You wait for him to say something and when he doesn’t you look up at him and see a tear rolling down his cheek. You reach out and hold his hand tightly, then grab the basket from his hand and drop the collection into the nest. You both stand there, side by side in the twilight, until you finally decide to break the silence. “I know we technically aren’t compatible like that, but I remembered when we married you said that there were ways it could happen if we used magic. I was watching the trees bud and the birds making nests and it was like, I just knew it was time.”

You hold out the last feather from your basket and Mallues takes it from your hand and gently places it into the nest. Then he smiles in a way he so rarely does, fully radiant and content; it reminds you greatly of the day of your wedding. When you meet his gaze, he picks you up and twirls you around while you both laugh. You had a long way to go to finish collecting the lining for your nest, but you know you’ve collected the most important part: the agreement of your partner. And soon, Grim would need to move again. This room was going to return to what it was always meant to be, a nursery.

Family was important to the Zigvolt clan. Sebek had older siblings and, by now, many nieces and nephews; all of which felt like were visiting today. You and your spouse had run all over the house minding the little ones while your grateful in-laws took a break. You had just corralled a little green-haired boy, whose fang toothed smile reminded you greatly of his favorite uncle, when the small hand pointed over your shoulder and a surprisingly loud voice demanded, “What’s that!” You follow his hand to see him pointing to the two rocks that sit side by side on your mantle. A fond smile crosses your face, “Those rocks? Those are something special for your uncle and I.” Then comes the dreaded word, “Why?” You pause, unsure if this was the sort of story to interest such a young child, “Oh I don’t know. Ask you Uncle when you are older.”

“NONSENSE!” comes a voice from the kitchen and you see your spouse striding over to you. He transfers the little boy from your arms to his own. “It’s a fine story to inspire the youth with. COME CHILD and I will tell you the story about my MOST ROMANTIC spouse and their gift to me.” You’d like to just shake your head and walk away but you know it’s probably best to follow them and make sure he gets the story right. Sebek can be prone to some…minor exaggeration...where you are involved.

They arrive at the mantle and the child points at the pebble Sebek had gifted you all those years ago. “I like that one, it sparkles inside.” Sebek frowns, “Forget that common rock and pay attention to the THIS AMAZING TREASURE!” Sebek tries to shift the attention of the boy to the plain looking rock that sits next to it, and you can see the puzzlement in his face. Instead of trying to explain, your spouse is just standing there, smirking with an intense look of pride on his face. It is probably time for you to take over.

You place you hand on Sebek’s shoulder, gaining the attention of both the boys. You smile at your nephew and point to the sparkling rock. “Your uncle gave that to me when we were in school. He told me that he found it while visiting a ruin with Lord Malleus.” Your nephew gasps and states in awe, “With the young Lord?” You glance over and see Sebek preening at the attention being given to Malleus; some things never changed. “Then he gave it to me as proof of his love,” you smile fondly at your spouse.

“So, then you gave him this rock?” a small voice interjects. “Yeah, that’s right,” you reply. He seems to consider that for a long moment before carefully turning back to you and informing you, “Well there is something I’d like to say about that rock, but Master Lilia says if you can’t say something nice then you should say anything at all.” You are HIGHLY amused by his cheek and not offended at all; you know your rock is rather plain. However, when you turn to look at your spouse, you can see that Sebek’s eyes are wide with shock as though he cannot fathom how to reply to such an outrageous statement. You chuckle to yourself at how adorable he looks before continuing.

“Hmm, that is true,” you begin, “but you see, I looked all over for a special rock to give to your uncle. I wanted it to be just as amazing as his was.” Your nephew nods sagely. “The only thing was, I couldn’t find one. I had these friends in school, see, and we used to walk all over after class.” Ace, Deuce and Grim; ah, the bittersweet memories of friendships grown distant over time. “And they would help me look for my special rock. We looked for 3 years straight but never found it. Then I went on my internship year, and I had to look alone.” You smile sadly at the small child who seems very invested in the outcome of your quest, “But you found it, right? You had to because you married my uncle, right? Right?” You barely contained your laugh but when you looked at your spouse to see him nod eagerly at each ‘right’ you no longer were able to hold it back.

You let out a merry chuckle, “Well, I certainly looked that whole year in every free moment I had but, no, I never did find it.” You look down at the boy whose mouth is making a perfect O in surprise. “That’s not how stories are supposed to go.” He tugs at Sebek’s shirt, “Uncle, tell her that isn’t how its supposed to go.” Sebek turns to your and practically shouts, “THAT’S NOT HOW IT’S SUPPOSED TO GO!” You wonder if he has somehow gotten so caught up in the moment that he’s forgotten he knew how the story ends.

“All right, all right,” you wave them down. “Well, after internship we all went back to school for graduation where Master Lilia and Silver have come to accompany Sebek back to Briar Valley. I felt like I had no right to ask to go with them, considering I’d never properly confessed my feelings with my own rock. I was just standing there, wondering where I’d go and what I’d do when Silver just picked up my bag and asked if I was ready. So, I went.” You smile fondly at the memory of Silver, who was like another brother to you at this point, and the way his easy generosity had included you into their group. You ignore Sebek’s grumbling…something about Silver and how Sebek was perfectly capable of carrying your bag…

“When we got home, Sebek took me to meet your Grandpa and Grandma. At the door of the house was this rock.” You smile and point at your plain looking rock. “That rock,” Sebek finally contributes, “was always showing up there. I think it was earth fae or something playing a joke. I moved it so many times, but it always ended up back on the front step.” You lean in and wink at the boy, “That’s when I knew that was my rock. Its not flashy or exciting but whenever he comes home, there I would be.” You meet your spouse’s eyes and share a moment that needed no words.

“Then what?” a little voice interrupted. “Well, you don’t want to know the rest,” you reply gently. “Is it kissing stuff?” he asks as though that was the grossest thing he could imagine. You nod at him in affirmation, “It’s kissing stuff.” He rolls his eyes and signals his uncle to set him down, which he does. As your nephew departs, you notice your spouse looking at you with a familiar look in his eye. “So, what now?” you ask him, “Is it kissing stuff?” He flashes you a fang-toothed smile, “It’s kissing stuff.” And it was.

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shadowofroses · 8 days

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aaaaaaaaaa Modern no Curse world

It's been amost a half a year since Sukuna took in his nephew Yuji Itadori. The kids been through enough Lost his parents, his grandfather which was Sukuna's father. But the Yuji was adjusting fine. Sukuna never thought of himself as parent Material, but he didn't need to replace Yuji's parents, just needed to be there for him.

Sukuna Certainly didn't want to be Jin either. They never talked much ever since Jin met with and got with Kaori. Sukuna was always weirded out by her. But that was neither here nor there.

Currently Yuji was dragging him over to a coffee shop. "Why the fuck are we going here again?" Sukuna acted annoyed, bored even.

The teen grinned at him. "I wanted to get you a coffee, and I wanted to talk to an old friend."

Sukuna scoffed. Great he had to stand around while two teens gossip. "Why couldn't you have gone alone then? IT's not like you're getting in trouble."

"I wanted you to meet her!"

Her...Sukuna's eyes widened. as his mind went a million miles a minute thinking Yuji had a crush, a girlfriend. But...did he miss Yuji talking about being with a girl?

Yuji knew that Sukuna never got along with Yuji's Mother so maybe that was why he wanted his approval?

However Sukuna stayed Quiet. Crossing his arms as the two of them entered the coffee shop.

"HULLO~ (Name) you here?"

You heard Yuji's voice come out of no where. and Your head peaked around the corner. "YUJI~ I'll be out in a moment!"

But that small peak caught Sukuna off guard. A Moment but only a moment, Sukuna seemed to of had heart eyes which broke when you disappeared behind the door. Sukuna moved to lightly hit Yuji in the head causing the boy to go "OWWWW WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

"Thought you said we were meeting your girlfriend!" "HAH?! I never said that I said OLD FRIEND! She's a friend of one of my teachers in school! He took me here to help me study, and she served us!"

Sukuna paused in thought, as you came out once more you brought out a tray of food, sweets, teas and placed them on the table, not seeing Sukuna just yet. "Here you go Yuji, the usual...I...OH..."your eyes widened seeing Sukuna and the man couldn't help but smirk. "Di...didn't know you were bringing company! Would you like me to get me anything Sir?"

Yuji paused watching this exchange with interest. He never saw you stutter before. Infact when it came to Gojo you berated the man even hitting him upside the head when he was annoying.

"Tch, green tea will do. And drop the Sir."

You only nodded in response as you felt your face warm up just a little. "Of course." You said, as you turned, your playfulness gone for just the moment.

Yuji getting a Catlike smile on his face at the realization.

Operation Matchmaker underway.

"The fuck is that smile for?"

"Nothing Uncle Sukuna~"

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