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jiuwi · 2 years

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them as fathers — ft. childe, zhongli, diluc, xiao

𖣠 cw: established relationship, domestic fluff <3

thinking about dad!childe coming home from work to his children swarming him like little ants. he who is covered in snow and his skin flushed pink from the freezing temperature. they’d cling to his leg and look at him with their cute puppy eyes, then they’d yell — “daddy’s home! daddy’s homeeee!” and “we missed you, dad.” all this along with their signature pouts that always gets childe to his knees and he gives each one of them a sweet kiss to the cheek.

dad!childe would bring home souvenirs like fur coats, scarves, and mittens !! he’d spoil his kids anytime, anyday 100%

not to mention the fact that he would tell you to leave everything to him and just relax. “thank you, you’ve done enough for us. now rest and let me take care of you.” he would leave a kiss atop your forehead and you’d nod in exhaustion and love for this man.

more utc !

dad!zhongli is meticulous and strict as a father, but despite all that he’s actually very loving and is very soft towards his children. he would read them bedtime stories and offer to let them rest their heads on his chest while he keeps them in his warm embrace.

he would be that type of dad who says yes to everything his child says.

“papa, i want soup.”

“hm? wait a moment, i shall prepare it right away.”

you’d have to scold zhongli for being too soft but he laughs it off and replies, “apologies, they are my children so i want to give them the finest of things.” — seeing him with a sweet smile drawn on his face makes you want to hug him and tell him how he’s such a good father.

dad!diluc is another man who would spoil his children 25/8. while diluc can be stern, yes, it differs from the fact that he’s weak to his kids’ adorable charms. most of the time diluc would say that they remind him of you, that’s why he could never go too harsh on them.

don’t be surprised if you suddenly wake up with cute, suppressed giggles coming from atop diluc’s chest without him even knowing. he’s absorbed in his deep sleep to even notice zzzzz

dad!xiao is anxious, he’s never even held a kid once before! much less his own child TT he would be scared to approach his child and hold them gently, because gentle is not the word that is often used to describe him as. as long as you assure him that nothing bad will happen, he would be less reluctant than before.

he scoops them up and looks at them with curious eyes, and his child would do the same. noticing that this tiny, human being is quite adorable, he leaves a small kiss atop the child’s forehead and they would be elated in response to the warm gesture. at that moment, xiao realizes that he finds comfort in his child and vows to protect them at all costs.

— totally didn't write this bc of the teaser yep nope 😚

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #tartaglia x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader #xiao x you #childe x you #diluc x you #zhongli x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake · 2 years

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Could you do mercs x reader who has nightmares that keep them up for days, and the mercs are trying to help the reader to deal with them? Sorry if it's too specific, have a wonderful day my guy!!:)

OHH! This is such a good idea!! By the way, there is nothing wrong with being specific!!! :)) This ain`t gonna be cheesy but rather comfort /fluff focus! Hope you enjoy it and have a good day too!

Scout

Scout noticed on how tired and dead you looked and he was really worried it has been about 2 days since you were like this. So the moment after breakfast he asked you about it. Your eye used to sparkle but now they looked nothing more than marble with no light. You both went somewhere private and talked about it. After explaining the problem, scout comforted you. What he did is that two hours before you sleep he made you relax. Such as by reading comics, cracking jokes, etc. And it worked! You still woke up in the middle of the night but this time instead of 3 hours of sleep you 5. So, step by step that week you were able to feel safe. Scout also has some sleep problems so he also knows some tips. :).

Soldier

He interrogated you as soon as you looked the slightest bit different. Those eyes...He knew something was up. When he talked to you he lowered his voice. Cupcake is there some up? Did a maggot hurt you!!. After explaining he asked if he could fight this nightmare. You chuckled at that. That was a sign of relief, you finally smiled. That is good. What he did to help you were give you a million comfort words. This helped you a lot...and you know that soldier only says that to you which makes your heart go fuzzy. He also borrowed (stole) everybody`s pillows. They tried to get it back then they got a whole explanation from the soldier about how his cupcake needed it the most right now. so umm...yeah no pillow for others. Only for you.

Pyro

As soon as he saw his princess/prince/ s/o look tired. It was a big nope for pyro. You ain`t gonna go nowhere pyro will comfort you 24/7. Until you feel better pyro will dedicate all their time to you and comfort you. So what if soldier yells at me for not working! The most important thing is that they comfort you! They will bring all the stuffed toys/comfort objects. Pyro will read bedtime stories. They will so hug you while reading. Once done reading they will pat your head, and slowly watch them sleep. Pat...Pat...Pat...pat....zzzzz. If you wake up again they either repeat or make the comfort castle bigger and better.

Engineer

Since he also has sleep problems he will definitely notice and ask about it. After you explain, he will make sure to help you sleep for at least the necessary amount a human needs to sleep (I am too lazy to search up) He will be comfort support. He will make dinners that are easy to digest, like instead of a heavy steak you eat some nice soup or salad. So yep, he is in charge of dinner! He will let you sleep in his workplace and he will comfort you with compliments. He will sing you songs with his guitar. You will eventually sleep thanks to his soothing Texan voice.

Heavy

Big bear will comfort you. He also sometimes have nightmare from the past so he can relate. He will read you the most interesting books ever. Like the one where it makes you at peace and wonders about life in general. About 2 hours before you sleep he will let you in his room and chill with him. If you don`t like reading then he will read it to you instead. You would lay your head on his chest and he would be holding a book with one hand while the other patting your head :)).

Demoman

He will be drinking less when he needs to support you. (wow) He will put all of his focus on you. He will hug you on the couch 24/7 and tell you cool stories. And guess what s/o! He exploded into a million pieces you should have seen it! His face was priceless hahaha! *s/o giggles* Aww! Your laugh is so cute love! :)). He will start to quiet down once he sees you looking sleepy. And then!... Oh, you are so precious...Good night s/o.

Sniper

When you explained your issue he instantly asked if you would like to sleep/chill in his van. Of course, you said yes. He was really nervous, he is not really used to comforting others. So, he tried everything in his power to help, and he will be less shy to give you hugs. He will share some interesting stories from the past. When he hears you laugh his heart melted. He made his van clean for you! To make you comfortable. :)), If you wake up he will be there for you to comfort you. Shhh Its okay love. Breath in and out ok? ~After a few momment~ Do you want something to drink? You need blankets? Oh, you dont want either? Hmm, what do you want then? *respond* Y-You want cuddles!? Um... (why is s/o so cute.) Of course, you can have cuddles :).

Medic

This man is a doctor he knows everything about what you need. He will keep you in the med bay. You just chilling on the hospital bed. If he has a comforting hour with you every night, nobody that walks in ain't getting treatment, you need comfort the most right now. Hey medic!!! I have a broken arm!!! I don`t care scout, come back in 1 hour. So, Leave! You know medic maybe you should check- No s/o right now it is comfort hour. My focus is on you right now. Now, where were we in the story? :)

Spy

He can relate sometimes nightmares do keep him up at night, so he does have some knowledge about it. He has read a few books about treatments so that`s good. He will let you sleep in the smoking room. With the most fanciest things ever. Everything is top quality. He will pat your head a lot. He will talk about all the gossip. Did you know s/o- *continues on* Once he sees a sign of sleepiness in your face he will stop and pat your head in a nice pattern. If you wake up he will comfort you again. Oh, you woke up s/o? Come over here on my lap :).

This was so cool to write. Nightmares sucks...I used to get a lot of nightmares as a child so this was interesting. But, now these days I don`t get any nightmares, which is good but it makes me forget about how I felt in the past. So...This was nostalgic in a way. Thank you for the wonderful request anon! \(*´ω｀*)/

#asks #tf2 x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 spy x reader

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lesbf · 3 years

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8:48 bedtime im cozy im ready bite me zzzzz

#notepad #talking to bedbugs btw

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p---leia · 4 years

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Ancient Writer of dreams and nightmares: I am 71 (-one month), and have been writing (making up tales) since I was three. I can still remember my Pawpaw whittling a pencil for me, and Mawmaw tearing a piece of brown grocery bag for me to write on. They weren't 'poor', but writing paper wasn't to be wasted on a 'kid' just for fun. I carefully scripted my first short story.

Of course my 'letters' looked more like ancient Hanguel, so I had to read it to my "captured" audience. I really don't remember the story, but as my grandparents had a yard full of chickens and my dog, Mutt, liked to chase them (because of this we 'both' got into trouble -- because I always joined the chase) I most probably wrote about that.

My Pawpaw was a story-teller. For several years I thought there really was a baby found in the wilds of the African jungle and raised by the great apes. I thought he was the luckiest babe, EVER!

Then I found Pawpaw's books about three years after he died. I was eleven when he died, and felt that my best friend had abandoned me. But when I found those books I realized just where Tarzan actually came from and went to. I read everyone of those books and got the complete picture. THEN..

Well, Pawpaw also told stories of Daniel Boone and Davey Crocket...before I saw them on Disney. Then, of course, I went to school and learned what I already knew. Pawpaw was an excellent story-teller and never mixed up his facts, time-lines, or characters.

Growing up under his influence had a lot to do with how I developed as a story-teller. At family gatherings when I meet cousins I haven't seen in decades, they STILL remember me and the stories that I used to tell them. My children and grandchildren have grown up with me re-telling Pawpaw's old stories, and sharing many that I made up on the spot.

But I think what I read in my early years developed my writing style.

I was just turned eight when I read my first Shakespeare, MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. He was my first favorite author. Then I was forced to read Romeo and Juliet. I was disgusted by the fact that TRAGEDY was made famous as a ROMANCE! Even at the innocent (then) age of fourteen, I was disgusted with the idea that it was considered romantic for 'anyone', let alone 'teenagers' to commit suicide over unrequited love.

My sister (now 68) and I recently discussed this play. Because she had a 'forbidden' teenage love, she said that she related to the story (even though she had never read it). GASP! It was required reading in ninth grade!

I remember our dad breaking up my sister and her boyfriend, who was really cool. He was a hard working farm boy who had saved his money to buy a motorcycle. AND his own car. But he wasn't good enough for my sister. smh

I always thought her story would make a great LifeTime movie. But I'm not touching it. She would 'skin me' for sharing with the world her broken heart. And if I added the stuff that sells today, she'd scalp me for lying. Not a win situation at all. So, I will write notes in my "Random Jottings Journal" for future decendants who might grow into writers or story-tellers.

By the way, the title "RANDOM JOTTINGS" came from a sci-fi book that I read as a kid in the fifties. I don't remember the author, although I'm pretty sure it 'might' be from a Heinlein juvenile book. But I've never found a reference to any sci-fi books using that term. SO!!! If anyone recognizes "RANDOM JOTTINGS", which was a note book that a professor/scientist/genius used to keep his 'thoughts', PLEASE share the author's name and the title of the book!!! Thank You.

In the meantime, I referenced Shakespeare. James Oliver Curwood wrote about Kazan, the Wolf Dog, and later Baree, Son of Kazan. From those two books, read when I was eleven, I searched for and found other books about Canada. Later there was Walter Farley, author of the Black Stallion, and the Island Stallion series. I think I met my FIRST friendly alien in the Island Stallion Races.

Of course, Edgar Rice Burroughs taught me much false history about the jungles of Africa, as well as the Moon and Mars. But I loved every 'read-under-the-covers-with a-flashlight' minute! I believe he was a contemporary of Zane Grey, because he wrote a few non-jungle and non-space stories, too. Which led me to Zane Grey.

Having read both of their biographies at a young age, I learned about the hardships of being a writer. I should say 'the hardships of a struggling writer'. I have never had a problem writing. Since I write for 'fun' and not 'profit', the few short stories I've had published were by local press, and a State magazine.

No, my struggles have centered around graduating high school, and completing college, stuggling to satisfy my husband, a 'Mr. Spock in the Flesh' personality, and later raising two children without benefit of parental support or child support. But we survived in the middle of laughter and many tears. And my made up stories about children lost in the woods who were rescued by a great friendly bear, or wolf. Or dog. And sometimes by a great Black Panther - a by product of one of my Pawpaw's 'local historical tales'.

I understand that publishers detest stories that begin with "It was a dark and stormy night.." But let me tell you, some of the BEST bedtime stories occur on stormy nights when the power has gone out, and it's too hot for candles or lanterns. That shadow that stands darkest in the corner and seems to be moving towards the bed is actually grandma come to check on the kids, and stands quiet so not to disturb the kids if they're already asleep. But since they are awake, and they see her 'shadow', she becomes the old crone who lives in the castle dungeon, and has slipped her chains to visit with the 'wee folk'. But there are no fairies out on such a blustery night, so the old crone comes to visit with the 'wee bairn', who fall all over themselves to get out of bed and sit around her to hear her stories of 'long ago' and other 'dark and stormy nights'. Again -- unpublished, because publishers don't like ... LOL

Of course there's always On-Line publishing. But that involves more work than actual writing.

Back to the writrs who influenced my writing:

While I enjoy a good Western, an adventurous space trek, or time travel, I also enjoy the occasional Historical Romance. Georgette Heyer was my first! I still re-read her amazing books. Of course there's Jane Austen.

There are a myriad of modern writers that I have read over the last five decades. Heinlen, Asimov, Norton, Bradley, McCaffrey, Moon, Stirling, Krentz/Castle/Quick, and Moening, just to name a few of the ones whose books I have in my personal library.

Those older authors did affect my writing style to develope as I read their stories. The later authors helped me to move into the late 20th century. But I'm not so sure that I like the 21st century so much. It's all about being politically 'correct'. If you aren't ashamed of your gender, your race, your country, your religion, your culture, your family, your history, then you are prejudiced. That's just too much guilt to have to live with.

I'm still dealing with my mom's death from ten years ago. I was her care-giver for five years. Her doctor had given her nine months. I still worry if I did enough for her in those last years.

And though my children are grown with their own families, I worry that I wasn't a good enough parent. And I worthy as a grandmother? How was I as an older sister? I was responsible as a moral guide when our parents were at work. Was I a good neighbor? A good support in our Church? And Hollywood wants me to feel guilt about something I can't change?!!

I'm an old woman who still likes being a woman and enjoys liking men. I'm not just white. I'm also mixed with a bit of Native American, and even a drop of -- OMG!!! --- Black. snicker.

That's a serious joke, because as a kid I had a recuring nightmare that I was a black man being judged by a group of people in white hoods I was hanged amidst their fiery torches. I always thought those white hoods represented the Catholic Church, because at that young age I didn't know about the Ku Klux Klan. Even though I grew up in the South, my family was not involved with that group of out-lawrey. Thank God!

Still, I'm supposed to feel shame? For something not even my family supported.

I've always believed there's a hint of Fae in my DNA. Because I love dancing in the light of the full moon, and flying with the owls who perch outside my bedroom window and call to invite me to follow the moon's shadow. If I am part Fae, I know it came from my mother's people. They were Irish mixed with Alabama Indians who believed in the Nunnehi aka Immortal, and the Yunwi Tsunsdi, aka Little People.

ALSO, while there's no DNA proof of ancestry, I've always been a 'closet Chinese'.

In the Fifties, when WW2 was still fresh, and we were involved with the 'Korean Conflict', and at odds with China, I would sneak around the radio, turn down the volume, and tune into 'that wierd channel' that sometimes played Opera, or Chinese music. Ahhh. I would close my eyes and wander through the few visuals I'd found in books, or the occasional movie. (before color tv)

A year or two ago I was totally depressed and disgusted with American TV. Hollywood has become so political, so wierd. Their programming is no longer for entertainment, but to 'educate, enlighten, or to inform'. zzzzz

Then I found KDrama!!!!! Korean TV. Japanese Tv. squeal!!! Chinese TV.

The rom/coms are sweet and 'pure'. Okay. I'm realistic. This is not a reflection of real life on any planet. But the innocence of the early 1950s programs is there. Similar to Disney's 'Summer Magic'. I'm happy with those dramas that remind me of thati nnocence. I have found a few dramas that shared more than I cared for, and I do enjoy an occasional 'romp'. But I've always preferred the Lady and Gentleman characters.

And watching these programs have reminded me of those fairy tales and legends from my childhood that had been sprinkled with the Occasional Oriental myth, legend, and children's tale.

Then I remembered my FIRST historical legend. "The White Stag" by Kate Seredy, is the tale of Atilla the Hun!

I recently found a copy of that book and am waiting for a quiet time, when the power is out and there's nothing to do. Then I will use one of the many flashlights I bought for a huge hurricane, and relax on the sofa beneath an open window and read this legend once again. I live in Florida. The odds of this happening increases as the summer progresses. I can't wait to learn if my memory of this tale of Atilla the Hun remained true, or has been distorted in the last half of a century.

Most of the tales that I write involve space adventures, the occasioanl ghost, and encounters with fairies, the evil ones, not the romantic ideal fairy. smh

I've never been very good with romance or comedy. But thanks to the recent influence of the Asian productions, I have re-formatted one of my dark adventures and turned it into a rom/com.

I love a good joke, but very seldom get the point or see the humor. And I can NEVER remember the punch line if I try to share a joke. My family have said they will write on my tombstone --

"I don't remember the punchline ... but it was funny."

But as I write humorous lines or events I find myself laughing. Or crying at sad events. And I am all 'giggly' when I write what is supposed to be innocent romance between a young and shy couple. But I have never felt that my own reactions were a true guide to how the story might come across to a 'reader'.

As it happens, I have two sisters younger than I am. My middle sister is bored easily and immediately redirects our conversation to something about 'her'. Okay. I understand. She is lonely, needy, and maybe a bit selfish? Not judging. She's the 'middle child' and that's her excuse. ROFL..

But the youngest sister is my greatest fan who declares that I am an awesome writer. "I love you, sister, dear."

So she visited me last week and patiently listened as I read the first chapter. She listened quietly, and I wondered if I had 'read her to sleep'. sigh. Boring books are often the best sleeping pill. Then I heard her laugh.

Squeals/Dancing/hooting/flying around the room in ecstasy!!

Okay! At least one person has laughed. And she's not that easily 'tickled'.

So, I will always carry on and write. But now I feel that at least I might be following a path strewn with "Black-Eyed-Susans, honeybees, butterflies, and bunnies".

I don't know if anyone will read this, or will enjoy it. I hope so. While sharing bits of my youth, my worries, and my concern about certain ones of my 'stories', I actually had ideas for developing 'new' stories.

I am always amazed when writers say they are 'blocked'. I have only to open my eyes to see a world around me that no one else can envision. I listen to a song, and I'm in a different world, time, planet. A gift from Pawpaw, and Mother's DNA.

It is my oldest granddaughter's birthday this month, and I don't know what to give her for her birthday. But when she was younger, she always asked me to tell her a story. I think that I will pull out one of my OLD/ANCIENT tales that I wrote when her dad was her age and make it into a book for her.

p---leia aka Mamma KayeLee

7/19/2020

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jammajammy · 6 years

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sleep, baby sleep

Shhh...

It’s bedtime and I created the perfect playlist for every snuggle truffle in need of a sleepytime playlist ~(＾◇＾)/ I added songs from Animal Crossing, Studio Ghibli, Disney, and more to inspire soothing tones that lull even the grumpiest babies to sleep. Grab a stuffy (or all your stuffies) and sleep tight little lamb (◡‿◡ ) ♡

☆ My Neighbor Totoro - Relax a Wave

☆ 1AM (From “Animal Crossing: New Leaf”) - Moisés Nieto

☆ 2:00 AM (From “Animal Crossing: Wild World”) - Kenzie Smith Piano

☆ Theme from Beauty and the Beast - Steven Bear

☆ How Far I’ll Go - Thomas Loof

☆ Puff The Magic Dragon - Laura Hanson

☆ Baa Baa Black Sheep - Steve Dawson

☆ What A Wonderful World - CIRQUS

☆ I Will Wait - Team Harajuku

☆ Imagine - CIRQUS

☆ Memory Waltz - Mimi Olesen

☆ Canon in D major - D3X73R

☆ Hush Little Baby - Deep Dream

☆ Air on a G string - The Harpeurs

☆ You Are My Sunshine (Instrumental Version) - Nursery Rhymes 123

☆ Riptide - Anebb

☆ Take Me Home, Country Roads - Instrumental Version - Relax a Wave

☆ Ponyo on the Cliff by the Sea - Relax a Wave

☆ Thinking out Loud (Lullaby Rendition) - Jammy Jams

☆ Fireflies (Lullaby Rendition) - Jammy Jams

☆ Addict with a Pen - Twinkle Twinkle Little Rock Star

☆ Black Hole Sun (Lullaby Rendition) - Jammy Jams

☆ The Scientist - Piano Version - Piano Covers Club from I’m In Records

☆ Visions of Gideon - Piano Dreamers

☆ Moon River - The Innocence Mission

☆ Dream a Little Dream of Me - Danny Wright

☆ You’ve Got A Friend In Me (Toy Story) - Piano Lullaby Version - Sleepyheadz

☆ I See The Light from Disney’s Tangled - Jeremy Ng

☆ Tear in My Heart - Twinkle Twinkle Little Rock Star

☆ Can’t Help Falling in Love - Rockabye Baby!

Thank you so much for listening (∪｡∪)｡｡｡zzzZZ

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bifinmediasres · 5 years

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Kalluzeb drabble as promised

"A-lex. Can you say that? Try it, A-lex. Aaah-lex," Alexsandr prompted Jacen from his spot on the floor where the two were laying surrounded by Jacen's toys. He'd been trying to get the boy to start saying his name as he was slowly giving names, or at the very least sounds, to the other members of Ghost Crew. Hera was Mama, of course or Mamamamamama if Jacen felt like it. Even Chopper was Beep for crying out loud. But Alexsandr had had no luck in getting Jacen to say his name.

He looked up at the boy as Jacen sat in front of him happily banging two blocks together and gurgling. "Are you even listening to me? Hmm?" Alexsandr asked. He reached forward and began tickling Jacen until he squealed.

The door to the bunk room slid open and Jacen stopped mid-squeak to call out, "Zzzzzz!" He stood up and wobbled on chubby legs before taking off to greet Zeb.

Zeb waved at Alex as he rolled over to sit up. Scooping Jacen off the floor Zeb inquired, "And what have you two been up to today? Trouble I assume," he mumbled looking at the sea of toys littering the floor.

"Us? Trouble? Never," Alexsandr replied solemnly." Just your run of the mill super secret intelligence operation, code cracking, simple stuff. Gotta start him off easy," Alexsandr smirked.

"So you were working while you were supposed to be watching our nephew," Zeb quirked an eyebrow at him, "I figured as much."

"When you put it like that it makes me sound negligent," said in a mock scandalized tone. "I waited until nap time, obviously. The rest of the day was all fun and games."

Zeb rolled his eyes and directed his attention to Jacen, "How about it little one, did you have fun with Uncle Alex today?" Jacen babbled incoherently as Zeb nodded along as if he understood perfectly.

Alexsandr interrupted with a cough causing Zeb to look up. Alexsandr was balanced precariously on his knees holding a hand out, "Care to help me up love?"

Zeb moved Jacen to the bed, quickly barricading him from the edge with pillows. Standing he took hold of Alexsandr's hand smiling softly, "This bring back memories for ya?"

Alexsandr paused before smiling and humming, "Yes, yes it does husband." Gripping Zeb's hand tighter he got to his feet with a groan. A similar noise, albeit smaller, came from the bed as Jacen picked up one of the pillows and threw it on the floor. Realizing that he was being watched, the boy immediately started to pout and reached out to Alexsandr to be picked up. He promptly obliged bouncing Jacen gently and kissing the top of his head.

"You ever think the reason he doesn't have a name for you is you don't give him a reason to need one?" Zeb asked watching them.

Nuzzling his cheek against Jacen's hair Alexsandr looked at Zeb curiously, "How do you mean?"

Zeb sighed, "Sasha he barely has to look at you before you're picking him up or bringing him a toy or something."

Alexsandr curled his arms around Jacen, "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing love," Zeb moved to put an arm around him, "just thinking out loud, that's all."

Alexsandr moved to sit on the bed, clearly stuck on what Zeb had said, "I know everyone thinks I coddle him, and I'm not saying I don't but," Alexsandr trailed off looking down at Jacen in his lap.

"But what love?" Zeb prompted joining them on the bed.

Alexsandr sighed heavily causing Jacen to look up from where he was drifting to sleep on Alexsandr's chest. One chubby hand reached up and patted Alexsandr clumsily. Alexsandr smiled softly before continuing, "I realize I shouldn't be projecting like this, but every time I'm with him I'm struck by the thought that Jacen may be the only child in our lives, at least for a long while, if not ever."

Jacen started snoring softly and Alexsandr would have laid him down but he had balled his tiny fists in Alexsandr's shirt. So Alexsandr attempted to get him in a more comfortable position on his lap. Zeb sat silently, not entirely sure how to respond to Alexsandr's statement.

Finally he spoke, "Sasha...oh Sasha I didn't know you felt like that. Guess I should have realized-" Alexsandr cut him off with a shake of his head.

"No Garazeb, love it's not your fault," Alexsandr started, "It's just harder sometimes to be ok with our situation."

Zeb took Alexsandr's hand saying, "You don't have to act ok about anything. You hear me? Don't shove your feelings to the side because you think you're sparing people. That's only going to hurt you in the long run."

Alexsandr nodded silently before replying, "I know that, I do. And it's not that I'm unhappy, please don't think that. I just never realized how much I would want my own family."

"Oh Sasha," Zeb sighed moving closer before wrapping both arms around him, "We will have our own one day. I promise ya. Might not be the way we pictured, but we'll have it."

They sat like that for a while, Alexsandr wrapped in Zeb's arms as Jacen slept between them. All three had almost dozed off when the door slid open to reveal Hera, who'd come to pick up Jacen.

She walked in waving at Zeb and Alex before scooping Jacen up into her arms. The boy immediately woke up and voiced his displeasure at being moved. Hera began bouncing him and rubbing his back until he quieted. Nodding her thanks she turned to leave. Just as she reached the door Jacen's little head raised off her shoulder and he made eye contact with Alex. Reaching out a chubby little hand he called, "Sasa."

Hera backed out of the doorway and looked down at Jacen asking, "What baby? Tell mama again."

Jacen looked at her as seriously as possible for a toddler and repeated, "Sasa."

She turned around and walked back into the bunk room asking, "Did you want to say goodnight to Uncle Zeb and Uncle Alex?" She held Jacen out to Zeb who moved to pick him up before Jacen again cried, "Sasa!"

Suddenly something occurred to Alexsandr, "May I?" he asked picking Jacen up. The boy immediately squealed in delight laughing, "Sasa!"

Zeb and Hera watched in confusion as Alex cuddled Jacen closer nuzzling his hair as Jacen continued to repeat, "Sasa."

Zeb scratched his ear querying, "You know what he's sayin?"

Alexsandr just nodded rocking Jacen back and forth. When Zeb continued to look confused Alexsandr laughed, "Love what's my name?"

Zeb replied hesitantly, "Alexsandr? Alex?...Sasha!"

Hera smiled, "He finally has a name for you! Oh how sweet. How's it feel Sasa?"

Alexsandr closed his eyes and hugged Jacen tighter sighing, "Wonderful." Straightening suddenly he added, "Just to be clear, that's his name for me. Got it?" He fixed Zeb with a stare receiving an eye roll in response, "Zeb," he warned. Zeb held up both hands in defeat.

"Alright, alright, I'll behave," Zeb promised.

Alexsandr nodded satisfied, "Right then, I think it's past someone's bedtime," he whispered passing Jacen to Hera and trying not to wake him up.

Jacen did wake up but to his credit didn't cry. He simply started to wave sleepily at Zeb and Alex mumbling, "Nigh nigh Zzzzz. Nigh nigh Sasa," as the door closed behind Hera's back.

Once they were alone Alexsandr sat heavily on the bed, as if his legs had given out. Zeb sat down hurriedly worried that something was wrong. "You ok Sasha?" he asked.

Alexsandr nodded smiling, "Jacen said my name. He finally has something to call me."

"That he does love," Zeb started nuzzling Alex's neck before wrapping him in a hug, "That he does."

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