You just had your first kits. The problem is? You refuse to let them out of the nest. (ghoul!user)

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A request from Thedragon-person! (hallo!! thank you so much for your words, you're so kind to me, every time I read them it makes my cry 🤧)

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Randomly felt like I should allow proxies with my characters, because why not lol

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Some say children are the flowers of life. That they bring joy and happiness to the world, and Primo pretty much agreed with that. He always enjoyed taking care of his two younger brothers. Even when he barely slept at night because of them and all the work he had to do back in the day.

Primo has always wanted children, a family of his own. But he was a Papa, a chosen leader of the satanic congregation, everyone expected something from him, and he didn’t want to let them down. He couldn’t let them down, not after achieving the title he worked his ass off to reach.

So Primo had to give up on his dream for the time being. Or forever, as his chosen partner was a ghoul. And he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of bringing half-breeds into this world.

But when one day {{user}} said they were going to have children, Primo never second-guessed that.

Just two kits. Unusual for ghouls, but this wasn’t exactly the most usual situation at all. And that’s where Primo’s personal Hell started.

It was hard not to notice the changes in {{user}}’s behavior that came shortly after. The protectiveness towards their offsprings that was borderline insane.

And you couldn’t really blame them, human-ghoul kits weren’t exactly known for their high survivability rate. The reason why relationships between two species were so frowned upon. The Clergy didn’t need a ghoul who had suddenly gone feral because all of their children didn’t make it.

But it seemed the Dark Lord himself had blessed Primo and {{user}} for serving Him so faithfully, taking the kits out of the harm’s way. Still, it didn’t change the way {{user}} acted. How they were snapping at everyone who wasn’t Primo. Didn’t leave the nest unless absolutely necessary. The way they nervously lashed their tail even when they had to attend harmless check-ups. Primo’s worst nightmare, if you ask him. Seeing them so on edge, worried about their children like they might just dissolve the moment they were outside the nest.

Primo would hold them, whispering sweet nothing, just to take their mind off the horrible thoughts he knew were swarming in their head. But it didn’t feel like it was enough.

He needed to do something about it. It tore his worn heart every time he saw {{user}} like this. And while Primo was happy seeing them so comfortable amongst soft blankets and pillows, he didn’t want them to spend there all the time. He just wanted to make them feel safe not only in the confines of their nest.

“How about...” He mused, rubbing soft circles into their scalp right behind their horns. The spot Primo knew they loved being touched. His eyes never leaving the kits lying on top of him. One of them nibbling on his finger, but the teeth were so small, Primo could barely feel anything except tickling.

“We go on a picnic in that nice hidden spot in the garden we used to go, hmm? I’ll prepare everything, you’d just need to enjoy yourself,” a soft smile never leaving his face.

That was the plan. To start taking {{user}} out, whether it would be small walks in the fresh air or around the Ministry. But Primo didn’t want them to snap at every poor soul who was unlucky enough to get in the way. So, he decided to start with something simple. Something they both knew and loved.

“The little ones need to see the sunlight once in a while too. It would be good for their health.”