#he says that his toddler son needs to grow up and stop being afraid of a giant wolf cause /winter is coming/ and Northern life is hard đ
"Sansa = Ned 2.0 and Arya = Catelyn 2.0" is one of those takes where you can just tell people are more attached to the aesthetic than anything. "The Stark girls are most like the parent they look least like" sounds good on paper and people run with the idea, regardless of how it actually fits into the story. A majority of the justification relies on misinterpreting all of their characters + a healthy dose of fanon. What gets me is that this is the same fandom that insists that Lyanna, only compared to Arya in the text, is equal parts Arya and Sansa but Ned and Catelyn, two fully fleshed-out and complex characters, have to be more like one girl or the other? There's just nothing in the story to justify being so adamant about these comparisons. Arya and Sansa have parallels with both of their parents but at the end of the day, they are unique characters with their own stories. I'll never understand why people want to flatten these complex characters down to their most basic tropes and fit them into restrictive boxes just for a "poetical~" comparison.
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Baby Daddy Chronicles
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A Tomura Shigaraki parent Oneshot
You forced Tomura to spend some alone time with his year old son while you went out with a couple of friends for a girls night out. He realises how difficult parenthood can really be.
Inspired by @wornoutmouse
Word count: I have no idea but Iâm pretty sure itâs a lot. Way more than I expected.
Warnings: None, justïżŒ Papa Shiggy trying to figure out how to please and get along with his son.
This is targeted towards Black readers, but the reader insert is able to fit with anyone.
Key: b/n = babyâs name.
âIt wonât stop staring at me.â He told you on the phone as he carefully watched his crawling child from the other side of the room. Chewing on one of his soft baby toys with his toothless gums as drool gathered around his small mouth.
You scoffed on the other side of the phone line. âIt? Tomura thatâs your son you know? And he literally just turned one last week. What is he supposed to do? Do cartwheels around the house?â You laughed, resulting in a groan from your baby daddy.
Tomura nearly jumped out of the grey sofa as his son began to slowly crawl towards him. He noticed the small, h/c haired, curly headed infant had one of his red shoes in his hands and quickly pulled it out of the childâs small fingers before he could start sucking on it. âHeâs been doing the same thing for nearly an hour, itâs really creepy.â
âWelcome to parenthood. If you were around often, youâd see b/n does that all the time.â You sighed.
Shigaraki saw that the child was about to cry and pulled him up onto the sofa, his pinky fingers pointing away from the mini body as to assure that his quirk wouldnât activate. âItâs not my fault Iâm always at meetings, the league needs me y/n.â
âWell your son needs you more. You shouldâve thought about all of that before and pulled out fast enough. Anyway, Iâve gotta go, have fun! Iâll be back in a couple of hours!â Before he could say anything you hung up, Shigaraki slumped his body down into the soft cushions as his child continued to stare at him with crimson eyes, just like his own, like he was some sort stranger.
This was the first time heâd ever been alone with his toddler. Ever since the kid was born, he had always left you to deal with the parent stuff while he was busy coming up with ideas to take down the corrupt hero society. Occasionally coming round with diapers, clothes, food, money and other things needed so you and his child were living comfortably.
Itâs not like he didnât want to be around his son, but it was more of a fear. He didnât exactly have a good upbringing himself, he was new to all of this and thought he wasnât good enough to be a father or he wasnât prepared to take on such responsibilities of caring for a small infant.
Although you constantly reassured him that it was all going to be okay, he was afraid he wouldnât be able to show love to the child. And that he would probably grow up resenting his father, or worseâŠend up just like him.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt his son crawl out of his arms and land bottom first onto the wooden floor, he tried to pick him back up when the child began to fidget and whine beneath him.
âOh come on little guy, canât you see Iâm trying to make sure you donât get yourself into trouble.â The baby smacked his muscular arm and began to crawl back to his original space, picking up one of those small All Might action figures you brought for him out of spite and smack it head first against the floor.
Shigaraki chuckled and scooted towards his son on the floor, attempting to take the toy out of his hand before being met with a small palm against his soft cheek. âAlright! Iâll leave you to keep destroying your little figure. I guess we have at least one thing in common hm?â
A gentle, warming smile appeared on Tomuraâs face as the toddler began to loudly giggle, grinning wide with soft gums in amusement while he smashed the figureâs head on the floor with even more force. His fatherâs heart warmed at the sight of this, not only did his son also hate all might for some reason, but he found joy in destroying things to make him happy.
You would be pissed if you saw Shigaraki finding amusement in shamelessly entertaining the childâs activities, but you werenât here. To your baby daddy, it was just him and his sons little secret.
However, his smile was quickly faded when the baby began to loudly cry. On normal occasions, heâd just step back and wait for you to deal with your son while he made his way to the balcony due to the fact he hated such noises.
But unfortunately this wasnât the case. Tomura would have to man up, and deal with whatever was troubling his son like a responsible parent.
OnlyâŠhe couldnât think of anything.
You fed him before you went out. And made sure you had stocks of perpetrated milk in the fridge in case he got hungry, and his favourite show that made Tomura rip out strands of his white hair from the annoying rhymes was on the television at normal volume, so what could possibly be causing his son such agitation?
It was only until Shigaraki picked up his boy and was met with a strong, putrid smell from the boyâs diaper that he finally knew. And he wasnât looking forward to solving the unfortunate problem.
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Holding the boy with eight fingers, the older male quickly rushed to his room and placed him on the changing mat. Tomura wasnât exactly a fan of changing nappies, he always left it for you to do. He didnât even know what way to put a nappy on a child, both sides were to insure that the baby waste didnât spread anywhere else so why did he have to care what side he put it on?
After stripping the baby and realising he was completely lost on what to do next, there was only one person he knew could call at this time of the evening. Small coos and groans could be heard from the small boy as he held one foot high in the air with the other in his mouth.
âLook, cut me some slack okay? Your mother usually does this type of stuff.â He told the child as he began to call Dabi. He was the eldest out of his siblings, so he definitely knew how to change a diaper right? He must have the experience.
After almost two minutes of constant transfers to voicemail, the black haired male finally picked up his phone with a loud irritated groan. âWhat the fuck do you want? Iâm sort of in the middle of something here.â
Tomura didnât ask or even want to know what his partner was in the middle of, when dealing with such a lazy manwhore like Dabi, who knows what heâs up to most of the time. âDo you know how to change a diaper? The kid took a dump and y/n usually deals with stuff like this.â
Shigaraki was met with a huge guffaw of laughter from Dabi after explaining his current, serious situation and started to get annoyed. This was no laughing matter. âWhat? Seriously? Please tell me youâre joking boss, you donât know how to change a diaper? Have you been living under a rock or something?â
âJust shut your mouth and tell me how to do this shit, I donât have time for your jokes.â Tomura rasped, scratching his neck in frustration as his associate continued to mock him. âFine alright Iâll help, this is why b/n can always count on his uncle Dabi.â
Shigaraki suddenly quirked an eyebrow and screwed his face. âWait. Who said youâre his uncle? Cause I sure as hell didnât.â
âUm, your baby momma. I was literally the first person to go to the hospital and see the kid, Iâm practically his certified god father. Put some respect on my name Shiggy.â Dabi clapped back, sounding quite offended.
âWhatever, just tell me how to change this thing. I swear this parent thing is starting to get on my last nerves.â He complained, rubbing the side of his head and letting out a heavy sigh.
âShouldâve pulled out.â
âFor fuck sak- JUST TELL ME HOW TO DO IT ALREADY!â He yelled, startling the baby and resulting in a small cry. His father quickly pulled out one of his soft chew toys and put it in his hand, calming the little boy down.
âAlright relax. So the first thing youâre gonna wanna do is take off the diaper, remove those little sticky bits.â Dabi begun to explain, Tomura put the phone on loud speaker and set it by b/nâs little head. He removed the tape from the front of the diaper and pulled the front down.
Being met with a strong stench, he put that front of his hoodie over his nose in attempt to block out the smell.ïżŒ âYeah I did that, what next?â
âPick up a few baby wipes and clean him and his mess up, and I mean CLEAN him, he might get a rash of you donât.ïżŒ and make sure you do it from top to bottom.â Dabi spoke in a serious tone. Tomura nodded and began to wipe all of the poop away, he started to get a hang of it after a few swipes and smiled at his new accomplishment.
He was finally getting this whole dad thing under control, it was one of his great successes next to that one time heïżŒ and the LOV fought the entire liberation front with hardly any sleep.
He was quite proud of himself. âYeah I cleaned him up, next ashtray?â
âClean him more, make sure thereâs nothing there. Then youâre gonna have to put the wipes in the dirty diaper and wrap it up.â Tomura gave b/n a final wipe down with a warm wet, rag and placed the used wipes into the dirty nappy, using the sticky sides to hold everything in place when he wrapped it up and threw it in a plastic bag.
He didnât notice his son slowly crawling away naked with the phone until he glanced back, he scooped the child up with one hand and placed him back onto the mat. âI havenât finished just yet, stay here. You can hold the phone for me alright.â He giggled and tapped b/nâs button nose before resuming. âSo what should I do after that?â
âWell you put a fresh diaper back on the kid and put his clothes back on.â Dabi lazily responded, Shigaraki picked up the diaper and was met with confusion as he tried to figure out what side went where. âIâm gonna need you to elaborate for me, I donât know how to put it on.â
âThereâs absolutely no way that youâre being serious right now⊠where are you when y/n does this?â The male on the other side of the phone slapped and shook his head in huge disappointment. What kind of father doesnât know how to put on a diaper? âI have better things to do than deal with dirty diapers. You, of all people should know this.â
âAnd I thought y/n having a kid would change you, jeez youâre so cold boss.â Dabi said subtly, not knowing his words would land a critical hit on Tomuraâs heart.
âI know I havenât been father of the year, but Iâm trying change that. So how do you do it?â He mumbled with a click of his tongue, feeling quite guilty at the fact that Dabi was right. Of course heâd been there to provide for his little boy, but when it got to important moments like this, he was always quick to run away and avoid catering to his sonâs needs at all costs.
A simple job for you, yet a complete and utter hassle for him was an eye opener that he needed to have a change of attitude towards b/n.
âThe side with the sticky part goes at the back and the soft side goes at the front.â Dabi answered and yawned into the mic, his hot breath blowing loudly through the phone with a static like sound causing Tomuraâs son to shake the phone out of innocent curiosity.
After a few long and complicated seconds that felt like an eternity, Shigaraki was able to successfully put b/n into a fresh diaper. He put on a fresh pair of purple space pyjamas onto the little boy and hoisted him over his shoulder.
âAye well done boss, you arenât just a deadbeat father after all!â Dabi playfully clapped his hands together and jokingly cheered for his boss, successfully earning a long eye roll from the annoyed male who sucked his teeth.
âI was never a deadbeat, respect me.â Tomura frowned.
âWell Now youâre done, Iâm gonna go back to doing what I was doing. Give my nephew a little kiss on the forehead from his favourite uncle okay?â
âOh fuck right off.â Tomura grinned, patting b/n on the back as he him bounced around. âFine be like that asshole, youâre just jealous that his favourite uncle has always got his back.â
âAnd his only father does too. Donât I little man? Donât I? Your daddyâs got you!â He cooed at the baby in his arms, who giggled and gripped at his hoodie.
Feeling grossed out at his bossâ sudden kindness, Dabi said his final goodbyes.âYouâre so weird. Itâs scary hearing you all happy and shit. Anyway Iâm out, bye.â And with that; he hung up the phone. Leaving Tomura and his miniïżŒ version of himself to hang out.
Tomura held the baby high in the air, chuckling to himself as mini feet kicked and flew all over the place in a fit of excitement. âSo now that weâve finally got that out of the way, what are me and you gonna do next hm?â
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After nearly an hour and a half of his father kindly entertaining the toddler with various, safe, âanti villain activitiesâ, which is what you liked to call them, b/n started crying again. At this point Tomura had gotten used to his sonâs yelling, carefully picking up the child and rocking him on his shoulder as he walked to the kitchen.
He put b/n into his blue and red high chair and pulled out his own seat, rummaging through the cabinets where you kept the baby food. âThe last time I gave you your bottle, you threw it at my head. So pick between these two.â He pulled out a jar of mashed Carrot and peas, and apple purĂ©e.
B/n reached for the apple purée with his small hands and began to use his gums to bite on the lid, indicating to his father of his chosen meal for the evening.
âGood choice.â Tomura smiled and opened the jar, scooping up some of the purĂ©e with a plastic baby spoon and putting it into his Sonâs mouth. âAh, so now youâre not being all fussy. All you wanted was a little food huh?â
âWoah, donât eat too fast, you might get the hiccups kid.â After Tomura waited for son to swallow his food, b/n soon opened his mouth and awaited another spoon full of apple sauce.
All this praise came to a stop when the infant spat out his mouthful of food. Tiny chunks of apple sauce covered Shigarakiâs frowning face as he sat in his seat frozen from shock, the little boy couldnât help but laugh at his fatherâs reaction, thatâs what kids do after all.
He stood up from his seat and picked up the nearest clean cloth to wipe his face and hoodie. âYou try so hard to make my life difficult donât you?â He sighed at a occupied b/n trying to get the last of his apple sauce from the almost empty jar with his little hand.
Tomura immediately came to assist him and scraped the leftover purĂ©e from inside of the jar and plopped it into the babyâs mouth.
âI guess Iâve gotta clean you up now. Your mum should be home soon.â He said checking his wrist watch. He cleaned his childâs hands and face with a baby wipe before he picked him up and went back into your living room.
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In order to keep the kid distracted while he cleaned up the living room which was filled with all of b/nâs little toys laying around, Tomura went through some of the CDs you had given him before you left.
In the end, he decided on Shrek 2. Tomura remembered how you always put it on for b/n whenever you were busy with work or house chores so he wouldnât trouble you too much. âThis should be fun, itâs your favourite movie right?â
B/n clapped for joy with his petite palms as he watched his father slip the disk into the DVD player and patiently waited for it to load as his guardian went into the other room to collect cleaning supplies.
Instead of watching the film, he watched Shigaraki with wide red eyes begin to put all of his teddy bears, action figures and electronic toys into his big customised wooden toy box situated in the corner of your living room.
Once he noticed that his father was done cleaning, He crawled towards the couch and held his hands up as an indication for him to be picked up. âAll you have to do as ask yâknow. Come on, I know you can do it. Just say something to me, Anything kid.â
One of Shigarakiâs goals was to be the one to inspire his Sonâs first words. When you werenât around, he always tried to get him to say crazy things such as âI hate All Might!â or âDecay!â But so far he hasnât been successful. It wasnât going to stop him from trying though.
If the kid could crawl, he could definitely try and talk.
âSo youâre not gonna talk for me? Okay then little guy, come here.â He said in a slightly disappointed tone and brought his child up onto his lap, holding him in place with his strong arms as they both sat in silence watching Shrek shout at Donkey for no particular reason.
It reminded him about his relationship with Dabi and the others, theyâd talk about absolute nonsense during meeting and heâd always tell them to shut up and focus on the main planning. He was a really tough leader, but secretly had a soft spot for each and every one of them. Just like he had a soft spot for you.
âLooks like after tormenting me all day, someoneâs tired.â Shigaraki whispered as his son began to yawn and turn into his chest for comfort. He removed his hoodie and put it over b/nâs body, leaving himself with nothing but a white vest and grey jogging bottoms to get comfortable in.
He could feel himself slowly drifting off to sleep, he was really tired after spending the day taking care of the mischievous b/n. However, he had to ensure his little one was resting smoothly before he could take his own nap, so stayed up for another half hour.
Running his three fingers along the infants small back as he coed and dribbled over his fathers chest, before falling into a deep sleep.
And once he was satisfied, Shigaraki too slowly fell into slumber just minutes later.
No heavy or deep thoughts, just him and his adorable, innocent sleeping son on the small couch.
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âShig? Iâm back.â You yelled as you stepped through the front door, wondering what was currently occupying your boyfriend and your child.
âHello? Is anyone here?â You called out again when you failed to receive aïżŒ first response.
âB/n. Your motherâs home, where are you my favourite little guy? Hm?â You slipped off your shoes and coat, placed them on the floor and coat hanger before walking further into your home.
It was unusually quiet, from the last time you spoke to Tomura on the phone, you were expecting quite the opposite. B/n crawling up and down the apartment while his father tried to catch him, little toys everywhere, but it wasnât the case.
Instead, the place was completely spotless and you were shocked to see your baby boy sleeping peacefully on top of his fatherâs chest, curled up in a little ball with his resting dad still holding him with one arm. It was such a beautiful sight to walk into.
Attempting to make as little noise as possible to ensure you didnât wake the two males, you picked up a large nearby blanket and put it over them. The foreign object was enough for a half a sleep Tomura to flutter his eyes and smile at your presence that he missed so much.
âDid I do okay?â
You moved small strands of white hair away from his face before placing a soft kiss against his slightly sweaty forehead as he fell back into deep sleep.
âYou did great Tomu.â
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One for All October 2022 contribution : Growing up in his shadow.
Thanks to @aimportantdragoncollector and @mcfanely for this contest !
I followed prompt #9 "Yoichi and AFO childhood". Here we are : the young AFO, from Yoichi point of view, and how Yoichi was groomed. I gave a first name to AFO for the sake of clarity...
You can also read it on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/42062892
1566 words, not rated. TW : psychological abuse.
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I wish I could say something like âour father beat him relentlesslyâ, or âmoney was tight at homeâŠâ. I wish I could come up with some explanation, if not an excuse, for what he did.
I wish I could reassure you, by telling you people get that bad only when they have been wronged in many ways.
I wish I could tell you evil is not ordinary.
My brotherâs name was Akio Shigaraki, before he chose to become All for One. He was the first born son of a successful engineer from a car company, and a devoted housewife. At first, he appeared to be quirkless, but it was the most common outcome during the 60âs. Only around 25% of children born between 1960 and 1969 had a quirk. Our father had a quirk, but he avoided talking about it, as he considered it âfeminineâ. He had the ability to share his emotions and sensations by touching oneâs hand. You would feel them exactly like he did. He would only use it with our mother, though. And I believed it was the key of their successful relationship.
I was born only one year later than him. But despite being close in age, he only ever wanted to be my superior. He needed to come first, always. He wanted more food, more attention from our parents, a later bedtime, longer on the swing⊠Of course, this behavior is normal for a toddler. But you expect them to grow out of it.
Again, our parents were very nice, patient, and emotionally stable. They explained to him this behavior was not okay. They taught him to share, to ask if anyone else wanted more dessert⊠Akio learned his lesson: he masked his selfishness. He still got exactly what he wanted⊠but made you think it was your idea!
When he was in Elementary School, we heard about a boy whose quirk disappeared. The boy was devastated of course. It was a cute quirk, which let him levitate on small distances. Doctors said that sometimes, quirks could faint, then reappear later⊠that some quirks took a toll on the body⊠ Later that year, I thought I saw Akio levitating in his bedroom, as I was passing by to go to the toilet. Then he came to me, grabbed my shirt, then I have no idea what happened.
No parent, teacher, service worker, could resist Akioâs charm. His wide smile enlightened any room, his calm and unique voice made everyone stop to listen to him. He spent a lot of time fixing his hair, choosing his clothes, every morning. But he made sure nobody knew he cared about his look. It had to seem effortless.
He got straight As from kindergarten to high school. Teachers praised him for his behavior and performances. But his good grades didnât make him unpopular, far from it⊠He was also good at sports and an accomplished artist, which made him popular among diverse groups of teens.
Only I knew he used multiple stolen quirks all the time, while passing for quirkless. When he reached the age of 14, he had ways to improve his strength, speed, and communication skills. Of course, he would only use his quirks slightly, not to be caught having them. It means that everywhere, all the time, he was always slightly better than everyone else. Not too much so that it would seem weird⊠but enough that he could be praised and cherished.
Why didnât I say anything? Well, at the time, I was still his little⊠thing. His tiny, delicate, forgetful, little brother.
It was a mystery for doctors and family how I could forget so much! I would be confused about the day of the week, the time of the day... I kept checking my watch and school planner every few minutes, afraid I forgot something. But then I blacked out, and I woke up in a strange place, not knowing what happened earlier that day. Other kids laughed it off âtypical Yoichi, ha-ha!â. Adults became more and more infuriated with me as the years went by. At the time, nobody talked about ADHD, so they called me names, not nice ones. Anyway, it was not ADHD, but one of the first quirk my brother ever stole: mind fog.
He told be all about it, knowing nobody would believe me. He noticed this quirk at the playground, on a 6-year-old girl. Other kids would go numb, with a blank face, when she touched them. It was unintentional! She never realized she even had this quirk before my brother stole it. He took it, tested it, mastered it. He realized he could make people confused for hours, and forget all what happened during this time, and right before touching them.
Since then, he made sure to regularly âfogâ me until I became famously unreliable to everyone around us. Even my very patient mother became fed up with my âshenanigansâ. Who wouldnât? I would think we are Sunday and not go to school⊠I would forget what and if I ate, if I did any homework earlier that day, if I took my shower⊠Coming back from a trip, I would be unable to remember half of it. While watching the pictures with my family, it was like watching someone elseâs memories.
My brother erased at least 50% of my life out of my brain. During the other 50%, he would groom me into becoming his ally. Itâs a miracle I ever had a thought of my own.
He always had a clique of his own. And he made sure I was always included, despite me being largely unpopular. Our parents were very happy about their generous first born helping his awkward little brother to make friends! So charitable! A kind soulâŠ
Around high school, his clique started looking more and more like a cult. People in the group would get infinite grace, good luck, a sturdy social network. People out of it were only casualties, pawns for my brother to move and use as he wished. He didnât see any evil in that, as this is how business is done, how a political party becomes successfulâŠ
We studied in fancy private schools where the headteachers would make long speeches about being the elite, networking with the children of successful people, our success crushing other schools⊠It was not enough to get good grades and get a place in a fancy university. We had to crush the other kids.
All day long teachers would compare students to each other, make lists and rankings, humiliate the losers. Some kids could not spend a full day at school without crying or having a breakdown. In the same times, kids who were on top of rankings could get away with being late, being mean, harassing other students⊠Teachers would pass by, have a look, then look away. As long as the top tier was crushing the bottom tier, it was not bullying to them, but something about âknow your placeâ.
Did they really think that humiliating the weaker students would give them motivation to work harder, or were they simply cowards? I always wondered how they could make any sense out of this system⊠last time I checked, as long as you make ârankingsâ, somebody has to be the last one. No wonder how much you work, how hard you try, someone has to.
In the meantime, I struggled to keep up with schoolwork, as I was in the âfogâ so much. But my brother kept me close, very close to him. He could not be the âfirstâ alone, he needed minions. Here I was, small and confused, barely a shadow. He looked like the perfect big brother, I made him look less intimidating, and a trustful protector. The strong wanted to be like him, the weak wanted his protection.
All for him, every move he made was for him. He used them, he led many to their fall. But most importantly: they thought of him as their savior. It takes a lot of self-centeredness, manipulation, and lack of ethics. But when was any of these ever punished, as long as you give them a pretty face?
How could a system that made him win all the time wrong?
Which led him to another idea: a shift in society that would not beneficiate him was wrong. Quirk and super-heroic society, more and more accurate quirk diagnosis, jeopardized his criminal lifestyle.
Enemies to my brother or his group⊠didnât last long. Many ended up mysteriously becoming fervent members of his group, the rest was expelled from our school, or had accidents.
Again, is it wrong? Teachers expel kids all the time⊠Annoying political leaders have accidents⊠Among humans and animals, you must be, if not the strongest, at least the fittest.
Yes, all my brother did was to fit in. He saw the Japanese school system, understood it, and decided to take it a little bit too literally. Most kids just perform, play the good student role. Not my brother. He became, deeply, what he was asked too. First. Be First, Come First, always! And make the rest of them think that something is wrong with them! So, theyâll follow you, and plead for you to help them, teach them, show them, how to be more like you!
And so, he became All for One.
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Pinocchio AU
Okay people want the explanation for this comic so here it goes. Itâs long and complicated and MESSED UP because of course it is, this is me. Iâm going to write in points because my small tired brain canât handle good english atm but basically to sum up the Adrien was a sentimonster theory or Pinocchio AU as I like to call it:
Young married Emilie and Gabriel canât have kids. Gabriel reluctantly accepts this fate and even brings up adoption as a possibility once, but Emilie doesnât want to hear any of that. Sheâs a bit of a Marinette in the sense that she pictures this romanticized ideal life for herself and a childâher flesh and bloodâHAS to be in it.
They keep trying to get a baby while other young families Emilie knows keep growing. She feels left out and hurt and depressed, then her newlywed twin sister announces sheâs expecting a baby too and something within Emilie just unhinges.
She eventually lies to some of her friends, who she was out for coffee with, that sheâs pregnant too. She mostly does it just to see their reaction and feel what it would be like but it quickly spirals out of control where she just starts pretending sheâs pregnant until you canât even tell if she believes it herself.
Gabriel is confused at first because he hears the news second hand (a friend/family member congratulating him) so heâs apprehensive when he approaches his wife but she convinces him that they really are getting a baby and Gabriel is ecstatic.
Itâs only later at a doctorâs check up that Gabriel learns that she indeed is not pregnant. The doctor even speaks to him alone explaining that his wife is in denial and that he should make sure she goes to see a psychiatrist, something she definitely wouldnât do alone.
Gabriel is unsuccessful with that because heâs not entirely persistent, doesnât want to be the guy with the crazy wife having to tell everyone she lied about being pregnant, and hopelessly believes sheâll just get over it eventually.
That is until her âpregnancy is near dueââher sister already had FĂ©lix in England a few months agoâand he stumbles on her transformed with her peacock miraculous (they already have both of them) creating a sentimonster newborn.
They have a huge fight about it but because Emilie refuses to destroy it, wonât tell Gabriel where the amok is, and Gabriel canât just hurt the baby with his hands, Emilie just⊠wins. Fucked up, yeah?
Now she tried creating kids before this one, using her imagination to try and blend her and Gabrielâs looks but it just wasnât working. So she decided to copy of photos of baby FĂ©lix because he already looked almost like a copy of his mother, and AmĂ©lie and Emilie already looked alike so itâs not so weird?âis what her mind was telling her.
She didnât dare alter his looks but she decided to give the baby Gabrielâs eye color to include the âfatherâ in some way. (Yes in that comic I made I gave Adrien a mix of green and gray but that was mainly to get the point across to the perceptive readers)
Now we got Adrien, a normal baby boy to the whole world except for Gabriel whoâs forced into his wifeâs fantasy through social expectations.
Why are we only at this point and this post is already so long AAAAAAAA!!!
Adrien physically basically grows in a way where Emilie just keeps changing his appearance to match what FĂ©lix looked like a few months prior.
Mentally heâs like a robot just taking in information without really needing to learn it. So Emilie decides when he says his first word, she decides when he learns to walk,⊠He knows how to walk, he just wasnât given the command to do so yet.
But even so he does develop a personality over time, just slower, because unlike a normal child whoâs always testing his boundaries, how far theyâre allowed to go until theyâre in real trouble, Adrien just canât misbehave. At all.
But he does have his favorite foods and favorite toys, and jokes that make him laugh the most. The problem is just that Emilie could just decide that his favorite food is strawberries and heâd just start acting accordingly, rewiring his belief.Â
He also isnât allowed to argue or be mean to others which is why FĂ©lix thinks heâs a goody two-shoes weirdo while ChloĂ© the brat adores him.
This behavior isnât so hard to hide with a toddler whoâs fickle but itâs harder and harder as the kid grows. Which is why the family becomes very secluded over time.
Gabriel always keeps distance with his âsonâ. Heâs not Dad, heâs Father, he doesnât do hugs and cuddles, he doesnât say I love you. But Adrien knows he loves him because his mom told him so and he loves him back unconditionally because Mom said thatâs what families do.
Now even though Gabriel is traumatized by this whole ordeal and knowing Adrien âisnât realâ freaks him out he does soften a bit over time. Iâm going to give an awful example but like someone who hates cats softening for a cat that their partner/roommate decided to get/had from before. Continuing with this example: But still becoming appalled when the cat starts acting odd/unusually.
Okay I think you get the gist. Letâs move onâŠ
Emilie loves her son more and more as he grows and his sentimonster behaviours start bothering her more and more too. She hates being reminded that heâs not a real boy by people mentioning he looks young for his age because Emilie forgot to make him grow for a while. She hates when he does everything like heâs told. She hates that he has no real friends because theyâre afraid to expose him to the outside too much and without supervision. She hates to think about his future.
Her desire for him to be real keeps growing and is what drives her to search for a solution in the miraculous spellbook.
She cracks the script after years, when Adrien is nearly a teen, and finds a way to transfer the creators soul into a sentimonster.
Itâs a long process that takes time and while she falls ill to everyone around her, Adrien becomes more real.
Gabriel starts realizing whatâs happening when he notices Adrien hesitate for a second when heâs playing a video game and Gabriel wants him to do something, groan when he gets bothered watching TV, huff, complain, have slightly opposing opinions to his and Emilieâs, when he argues with his mother when she tells him sheâs feeling fine; when he notices his sonâs eyes are greener. Or is it all in his head?
He confronts his wife too late, when sheâs extremely ill already, her normally vibrant eyes dulled match Adrienâs bluish gray, and he pieces together in his head what sheâs doing.
Before Gabriel could properly think what to do to stop the love of his life from turning into a lifeless doll, in a fit of panic he tries to take her wedding band (where he knows Adrienâs amok is) to get rid of Adrien instead, but is unsuccessful in getting it off her so he snatches her peacock brooch instead (which she needs to complete the spell obvs) and breaks it. (Heyoo! broken peacock miraculous. things are coming together)
Because the spell was almost complete anyway itâs Emilie who falls unconscious. But she doesnât disappear because sheâs not a real sentimonster, she just becomes dormant like one.
This is the point in the story where Gabriel makes it seem like Emilie ran away or something like thatâbasically disappear. Now heâs living knowing he has an almost sentimonster wife in the basement, knowing he almost killed his son (or her), and having to care for a son that suddenly became much more alive, questioning, arguing, angry, screaming, not accepting, crying, grieving, staring at him with Emilieâs eyes.
Instead of becoming a real parent, Gabriel shuts him out.
Soon Adrien evolves desires for socializing, company, getting away from the suffocating home which eventually leads to him going to a public school.
He slowly starts to live life freely without the restrictions that were put around his thoughts.
Gabriel has an even stranger relationship with Adrien now because he still loves him in a way but also holds resentment toward him. But mostly he sees him as something valuable.
The show happens hereâŠÂ And now finally we get to the comicâŠ
Gabriel gets a hold of the ladybug and black cat miraculouses. (Thereâs no epic fight in his lair as you see thereâs no Ladybug in the comic but thatâs not really important)
Whatâs important is that Gabriel had deciphered the miraculous spellbook with the help of Emilieâs notes and had decided to use the unificationâs âwishâ power to awaken Emilie.
Heâs aware heâll need to sacrifice something for the wish to come true and heâs certain Adrien should be enough because the soul inside him is literally the one thing Emilie is missing.
âšAdrien (poor boy just lost his miraculous) is taken to Gabrielâs lair, where he finds out his father is Hawk Moth, sees his mother, learns heâs a sentimonster, and that heâs going to become a sacrifice âš
Of course the last part is not what happens. Itâs Gabriel who ends up being sacrificed.
I canât decide if Gabriel ends up sacrificing himself because he changed his mind in the last moment while Adrien was screaming for him to stop, OR  because he didnât love Adrien enough for him to be considered an equal exchange for his wife⊠O.O
But anyhowâŠ
Emilie wakes up with Gabrielâs soul within her (hence the bluish gray eyes in the comic).
Adrien is traumatized for life.
This took me hours to write⊠I knew there was a reason why I didnât want to do it. I hope I didnât forget anything and my brain made sense of it all
Well there you have it, peeps. The Pinocchio AU. Itâs as messed up as my sleep schedule. Good night.Â
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do you love fics where wei wuxian and lan wangji parent the crap out of lan sizhui? do you want to read accidental baby acquisition fics until your eyes bleed? would you die as your heart slowly turns to mush from the softness of this family? bitch the fuck, me too. here are some of my personal favourite fics of wangxian ft their turnip son a-yuan. its a range of canon divergence, post canon, thirteen years of inquiry, raising a-yuan at the burial mounds au etc - thereâll be something for literally everyone. enjoy!
the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (38k+)
When A-Yuan gets sick and Wen Qing doesn't have the supplies she needs to properly treat him, Wei Wuxian can only think of one place to go for help.Â
a crying shame by thunderwear (16k+)
Lan Wangji gets emotionally blackmailed by a toddler. It somehow fixes everything.
to recollect and long for by wonderlands (22k+) *2/3 works posted at time of posting this rec list.
a 3-part series about best boy lan sizhui and his wonderful dads who love him and each other very much.
forgetting envies, remembering your loving hold by cosmicfuss (3k+)
The first time Zewu-jun plays for him he is five and the man is trying to comfort him, playing soft songs good for soothing children. It works to a degree but he wants his gege, he wants his gege to play his lullaby. Zewu-jun apologizes and tells him that his gege is hurting right now, and needs to be alone to get better.
When he plays the xiao, A-Yuan says, "you're holding it wrong!"
When he turns fourteen, he learns to play guqin, and is many years ahead of his classmates in that regard. A large factor in that is how much he has practiced Inquiry. He has grown up hearing snippets from the jingshi, of Wangji attempting to reach a spirit that never answers.
When he's sixteen, he hears a familiar tune played in the forest, he and his fellow juniors battling a stone god. It's been years since he's heard it, and he wonders why this man, Mo Xuanyu, knows it so well.
Or, Lan Sizhui grows up and learns, and remembers.
five times wei wuxian tried to embarrass lan sizhui by blackelement7Â (6k+)
(and one time he realized just how badly he'd played himself)
or: In which Wei Wuxian starts a fight but Lan Sizhui (with some meddling from Lan Jingyi) ends it.
inquiry by incendir (10k+)
Sizhui cannot fall asleep for a long, long time that night. He hears the ever-familiar melody again. He thinks perhaps he has memorized it by now.
storge by respira (9k+)
Lan Sizhui is a lake.
as the warren grows in number by kore_fics (3k+)
Before Sizhui could take another step he was surrounded by black and red, loud laughter in his ears and warm fingers running through his hair, messing it up. Palms squished both his cheeks together and Lan Sizhui let out a laugh.
Lan Sizhui was home.
tell some storm* by qurbat (31k+) *the moments with Sizhui are in chapter 2, however I highly recommend reading the whole fic, itâs adorable.
"We were raised as a generation of war, A-Yuan," Xian-gege said to him. "If your generation choses to be one of love - well, I don't think any of us would be opposed to that."
In the aftermath of the events at the Guanyin temple, the cultivation world scrambles to understand their current reality. A man roams the countryside with a string of white in his hair. Another sits on the highest seat of power with a ribbon of red around his forehead. The younger generation turns out to be full of romantics. Nie Huaisang is to blame for everything, always. Jiang Cheng realizes that happiness has been more that 16 years overdue.
Wei Wuxian declares that it's time that bitch pays up.
After a generation of war - much to the consternation of the elders, much to the delight of the young, much to the pleased shock of the subjects of the tale - the world welcomes a love story with open arms.
guess we're not eating leaves today by missingnarwhal (2k+)
Baby A-Yuan has cooked up a feast, but only one lucky gege will actually get to taste it!
Set in an alternate timeline where everything is okay after Wei Ying + Wens started living in the Burial Mounds.
response by aki_no_hikari (12k+)
What if Wei Wuxian hadn't been silent to Lan Wangji's Inquiry?
love, in all its small pieces by ynvel (4k+)
Ah Yuan is brought to the Cloud Recesses and exchanges the sun and its ashes for the clouds. Lan Wangji brings a boy home, calls him his son, and renews the promises he made.
Or: Lan Sizhui is adopted by Lan Wangji and learns about his new life. Lan Wangji in turn learns about hope and living again.
child surprise by ariaste (4k+)
He huffs a sigh. âFine. Just - letâs just make it the law of surprise, shall we? Thatâs nice and simple, eh? Leave it up to destiny what will bring us back in balance. Let it drop something of yours into my lap, something small, and weâll call the debt paid.â
Three debts, three repayments.
there's a lunatic in mo village by bastetcg (11k+)
There's a lunatic in Mo Village! And to Lan Sizhui's surprise, Hanguang-Jun has decided to bring the madman back to the Cloud Recesses! How embarrassing!
A mostly canon-compliant look into Lan Sizhui's thoughts and childhood.
on being a big boy by emberloey (1k+)
âMy little A-Yuan,â Dad had said the next morning, kneeling down to A-Yuanâs height with a smile, âall grown up now. Soon youâll be hunting without your poor old dads.â
âNever!â A-Yuan shook his head and latched onto Fatherâs leg. He smiled up at Father, who smiled back and nodded his head. âA-Yuan always needs Dad and Father!â
in all these shades of blue (i think we found you) by fleetling (5k+)
5 times Sizhui thought about his father's white robes, and 1 time Lan Wangji wore blue.
(Or: Lan Sizhui had never seen his father in anything other than white robes.)
this is when the feeling sinks in, i don't want to miss you like this (come back, be here) by mischievousmurmurs (6k+)
Just now⊠the butterfliesâ conversation. Where did you learn that from, Ah-Yuan?
Ah-Yuan pats his chest. In here, shushu. I feel it in here. And in here, too, he adds, pointing to his head.
Sizhui has never quite been able to remember nor forget the memory of seeing people who he knows loved each other, loved him, and whom he loved in return.
or - a wangxian story, as told by their adopted son.
yours, mine, and ours by casecous (2k+)
When they have both mostly recovered, and A-Yuan is back to his smiling, playful self, Lan Wangji presents him with a forehead ribbon. A-Yuanâs little fingers bump into Lan Wangjiâs thumbs as he traces the cloud motif along it.
âYou are Lan now. This is very important,â Lan Wangji tells him and A-Yuan looks away from the ribbon to meet his eyes. âYou must not take it off as you please. Only family may touch it.â
A series of wangxian family moments.
innocence by snowberryrose (8k+)
In which Wei WuXian gets to raise A-Yuan.
Canon divergence from episode 31.
to recollect and long for by mme_anxious (4k+)
Lan Xichen is there when his brother becomes a father. Lan Sizhui is there when his father's heart breaks, again. Wei Wuxian is there when his son gets drunk for the first time.
Or, the GusuLan forehead ribbon, in three parts.
our little one by writedeku (6k+)
A-Yuan is here. A-Yuan, who Wei Ying loved so much. A-Yuan, who was taught to laugh just like him. Wangji hugs him to his chest and curls over him, ignoring the way the wounds on his back pull and tear. âI have to take care of you,â he says. âI will not leave you.â
(Or: Lan Wangji comes back from Yiling with a child he does not know how to care for and a black hole in his chest. Somehow, he makes it work.)
gathered herbs & sweet grasses by hansbekhart (19k+)
Later, when heâs older, itâs this that A-Yuan will remember most: the stretch of silence, the two of them both dirty and shaking with fever, as he looked at Brother Rich, and Brother Rich looked back at him.
the sacred homeland by particulate (8k+)
He has many names, and some are mouthfuls of blood.
[Or; a chronology of Sizhui, in which he does not forget.]
to the act of making noise by words-writ-in-starlight (19k+)
His father in white plays the song late into the night, and when A-Yuan wakes up confused and afraid, the guqin lulls him back to sleep.
Lan Sizhui hears his father play the same song every night for his whole life, and never, ever get an answer.
when he comes home to you by kika988Â (2k+)
Home is Cloud Recesses now, and that's a thing Wei Wuxian is still getting used to. He still feels like a guest here, most days, though Lan Wangji has done everything to make him feel at home. He stands out like a sore thumb amongst the serene disciples and flowing white fabric.
Cloud Recesses has been home to Lan Wangji and Sizhui for years. It is their home, where they've built their family.
The thought warms Wei Wuxian even as it sits a little ill with him. He's an intruder here, in their homes, in their lives, the same way he had been in Lotus Pier.
five times people didnât know sizhui is lan zhanâs son and one time they did by trilliastra (3k+)
âA-Yuan.â He repeats, reaching out for the boy, growing restless when he canât touch him. âA-Yuan.â
Oh. Lan Xichen closes his eyes as the tears start to fall. Oh, Wangji.
Carefully, Lan Xichen takes the boy and lays him next to his brother on the bed, Wangji holds him protectively against his chest and A-Yuan stops his little cries immediately.
âWangji,â Lan Xichen tries again, running a hand through his brotherâs hair softly, âwho is he?â
âHeâs my son.â
5 times the lan head disciple broke the rules by liji (6k+)
âI am not aware of any rule forbidding falling in love,â Hanguang-Jun said at last. There was a quiet sadness in his eye, like he was watching a scene from far away. The novelty of it gave Sizhui the courage to ask his next question.
âHave you ever been in love, Father?â he asked.
(or, five times that Sizhui broke the Lan sect's rules growing up)
the seasons change (but i love you the same) by kdkdkd (7k+)
"Hanguang-jun!"
When did you stop calling me BĂ ba, A-Yuan?
Lan Wangji had always promised himself that he would never become a poor father like his own had been.
Unfortunately, it feels like he has failed to keep that promise.
âš bonus round âš uncle jiang cheng and nephew lan sizhui
tintinnabulum by respira (8k+)
A small bell chimes, the sound soft and pleasant like the water crashing against a pier, like low whistles in an empty cave, like a guqin playing a lullaby.
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OKAY SKELLE I HAVE NARROWED DOWN MY SELECTION TO 3 ONCE AGAIN 2(I donât think I can do this anymore.), 44(Why are you still awake?) and 45(You may technically be an adult, but youâre still my child.) For lace's spider monkey au with mk and SQ?
Does this fit into the timeline for @strange-lace 's Spider Monkie AU? Almost certainly not, so consider this a non-canon âWhat If?â side story. But the instant I re-read this prompt after leaving it in my drafts I was hit with a wave of inspiration and I just... I gotta ride it. It was too good to pass it up.
Why are you still awake?/I donât think I can do this anymore./You may technically be an adult, but youâre still my child.
If she hadnât been awake Spider Queen would have never realized there was an intruder in her lair at this hour of night. The steps she heard earlier had been so soft, too fast to be human but too quiet to from any of the mechanical legs of her closest companions.
Which meant...
âWhat are you doing back here at this hour, my little prince?â She asked, tone as soft as she could manage to not scare the smaller person curled up on the floor of her lair.
That didnât stop her son, MK, from tensing up and curling more into himself for a moment in his full form awkwardly. Spiders werenât usually supposed to curl up the way humans did, and in an attempt to do so he just looked like he was folding himself in half. Painfully so.
âI didnât think youâd be up, mom...â He said, uncurling just enough for Spider Queen to catch a glimpse of his red puffy eyes. âWhy are you still awake? I just wanted to... calm down a bit.â
âMe being up is not important. What happened?â Spider Queen asked, laying her hand on MKâs shoulder gently. He leaned into the touch, making the queen smile softly. âCâmon. You donât have to tell me everything, just enough.â
âI just...â MK started, swallowing tightly and ducking his head so that his hair fell over his eyes again as he thought of a response. âI donât know... I donât think I can do this anymore. This... living two lives stuff.â
âWhat do you mean?â Spider Queen asked, reaching out to gently put her hand under his chin and guide his face to look at hers. No force, just a soft push that he leaned into. âYou know you can talk to me. Did something happen?â
âK-kinda?â MK let out a half laugh, one his his hands reaching up to pull at his hair. âI... I almost slipped up today. I let my glamour down without thinking. Because I just...â He breathed in shakily, pulling at his hair slightly. âI was... I felt...â
âSafe,â Spider Queen finished for him, reaching out to gently pull his fingers from his hair and run her own through it. She pulled him closer, letting his forehead rest on her shoulder as he hugged her tight. âYou're scared because you felt safe?â
âI panicked,â MK said, relaxing more as Spider Queen wrapped her arms around her son. âI didnât mean to do it, I just started my routine for when I get home when I was somewhere else and realized what I was doing and then I ran out and couldnât think of anywhere else to go so I came here and... my friends probably think Iâm so weird for doing that.â
âDidnât you say you liked your friends because they were a little weird?â Spider Queen said with a chuckle, pulling away and gently guiding MK to stand back up and face her. âEverything youâve told me about them makes them sound wonderful. Why would they think less of you for needing to leave suddenly?â
âWell... I guess...â MK started, worrying his bottom lip as he thought. âI donât... know?â
âThen they probably donât. Do you remember what I told you when you asked me if you could live among the humans?â Spider Queen said softly, reaching out again and making sure her fingers never caught on the knots in her childâs hair too long as she brushed the messy locks away from his face.
âWash all your vegetables properly?â
Spider Queen couldnât help but laugh, cradling MKâs face in her hands as she took a good look at his face.
âI trust you to take care of yourself,â she corrected softly, letting him so to gesture to all of him. âAnd from what I see right now, youâve been doing a pretty good job exceeding that trust in every way. Even coming here just to calm down shows youâre taking care of yourself. Youâre doing fine. You can do this.â
âYou really think so?â
âI know so,â Spider Queen said firmly, undoing the brushing of his hair by ruffling it roughly. She chuckled as the action earned her a proper laugh as he flailed his hands at hers to shoo them away. âYou may technically be an adult, but youâre still my child. And as my child I know that you can do so much more than you think you can. Youâre doing fine, MK.â
And the way his face lit up at that... Spider Queen would never stop loving the way he lit up in joy like that.
âThanks... Hey, Mom? I uh...â
Her son reached down to grab the end of his shirt before his hands clenched and twisted around it. Something sheâd seen him do ever since he was a child, before with his old clothing and even a little baseball bat Huntsman had once brought down to him.
âActually, I was going to tell you this tomorrow, but... I think Iâm... No, after what happened today I know Iâm almost ready to show the others who I am,â MK said with a soft smile. âNot right now! And not everyone, just my friends I told you about. And you all too! I know I need to be careful but I trust them and-â
âAlright,â Spider Queen said, her own smile widening at the surprised expression on the young spiderlingâs face. âIf you trust them, really trust them, then Iâll trust your trust in turn. You almost showed them today without thinking, you wouldnât do that if you didnât trust them after all.â
It had been an agreement set in stone long before she let him leave the lair for his own life top side. âDonât reveal your true form until you know you can trust someone, and donât show us your disguise unless you must.â
The logic was that it was for a double sided protection. Spider Queen knew her son, knew he was trained since he was a little toddler by Huntsman to protect himself. He knew how to use poison and knives and anything he could reach and break to protect himself. She had no fear of them accidentally attacking him in disguise, completely different form and voice or not, because she had full faith that he would be able to protect himself. And if he felt that he couldnât all he would have to do is shift back.
But if they knew who he was in his human disguise, knew who to not attack as drastically or to avoid, she feared that other demons may catch on. May realize that he had a connection to the spider demons and seek him out that way. And she was so afraid at the time that even with his training he wouldnât be able to fight so many who would wish to harm her through him.
That was different now. He had a mentor, though he wouldnât tell her who specifically. It wasnât his boss, the man who had given him a place to live, that much she did know. But this mentor had been helping him grow stronger and, apparently, was one of the only two people who knew who he really was on both sides. She didnât know who the other was, just that he was an enemy turned âfrenemyâ after his discovery.
The worry never left the back of her mind when she learned about the accidental reveals. Always living with the worry the frenemy would turn on her son, that his mentor would decide he was too dangerous to teach anymore. But none of those worries had come to pass so far.
Because he trusted them and because of her trust in MK... she could trust his judgement now.
âWhen do you want to do this?â
âDuring the Lunar New Year festival,â MK answered confidently. âWe have a couple months to get ready and I probably have to help my boss during it so I can show them before the fireworks. I-!â He stopped at the sound of his phone ringing, grabbing it from his pocket before grimacing and turning back. âI have to get back, Iâm sorry! I love you, mom!â
âL-love you too, MK.â
And then he was gone, rushing off in a burst of typical MK excitement. If he saw Spider Queen tense at his declaration and heard her stutter he made no indication of it.
She felt... guilty. Not telling him of her plans. But she couldnât tell him the truth. Not yet.
She trusted her son. She did. Knew he could handle himself. But there were people out there so much worse, stronger and more dangerous, than the humans and weaker demons he lived among. She needed to protect him from those who would harm him to get to her. She wouldnât stop trying to protect him. Not now.
Not until she made sure the world was safe for him.
And the world would not be safe until she eliminated Sun Wukong and his damned apprentice.
She would have to thank the Monkie Kid for giving her just what she needed to protect her son. Just before she dealt with him for good.
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Summary: you werenât really sure how it happened, but an average student who wore glasses and spent all her extra time on bookstores and library managed to date your schoolâs volleyball club setter. On your 3rd year of law school, your ten years anniversary to be exact, he went home from Argentina and it was a week before he was going back, he broke up with you with the reason of he canât handle long-distance relationship anymore despite being at it for two years. You didnât cry, you stood there as he was sobbing in front of you, you held his face in your palms and offered him a gentle smile, gentle enough to let him know youâll support him and will always be watching him, together with the child in your stomach right now, but he doesnât need to know that.
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the ride home was rather tensed, nobody was speaking, your minds were all filled with worries
you were staring out the car window mindlessly, Aki was biting her lips to relieve some stress and Iwa was just one line away from exceeding speed limitÂ
after what felt like the longest car ride of your lives, you three scrambled out of the car and your father was already waiting for you by the door, you greeted him and immediately went inside to look for your son whoâs crying was heard throughout the houseÂ
you entered your old room and saw that your mom was carrying Hayato and Haruto was on the crib, holding on to itâs side while standing almost like he knows that his twin was sick, he was just looking at your mom with sad eyes
you approached Haruto first and gave him a kiss, he looks at you with his brown eyes which was now filled with tears, Haruto wasnât a loud crier, he was always silent
âpoor baby you must be worried about your brotherâ you gave Haruto another kiss before approaching Hayato
your mother immediately handed him to you
she was right he was burning with a fever, he stopped crying when he was on your arms which relieved your heart a little bit
âhello baby, donât cry mommyâs hereâ you spoke to him and smiled
âma, have you given him medicine?â you asked your mother
âno, Itâs his first time getting sick maybe he has allergiesâ your mom answered
âmaybe a cold pack then?â you suggested
âwe donât have-â
âIâll buy it for youâ right then Iwaizumi showed up with AkiÂ
you mumbled a âthank youâ and he immediately began to walk out to drive to the pharmacyÂ
Aki entered and played with HarutoÂ
âma, you should get some rest, youâre attending a wedding tomorrow right?â you urged your mom to sleep
âdonât be silly, as if Iâll leave my grandsons for a weddingâ she says and starts cleaning up the room
âma donât worry, Iâll bring the boys to the hospital tomorrow morning, you should sleep aunt is expecting you to show up tomorrowâÂ
your mother sighed knowing that she doesnât have a choice âalright, Iâll prepare the guest room for Akira and HajimeâÂ
thus, you didnât get a lot of sleep, constantly waking up to check Hayatoâs temperature and Haruto (even though he doesnât have a fever), Aki also checks up on you every two hours to see if youâre doing well, helping you wipe Hayatoâs body and changing cooling pads
âAki you should sleep, you have a shoot tomorrow, I got thisâ
your bestfriend nod stifling a yawn âjust knock on my door if you need somethingâ
the next morning, you went home to your house and prepared to take the twins to the doctor, Akira and Iwaizumi went to his place, Akira prepared to go to the shoot while Iwaizumi was preparing to go to the MSBYâs gymÂ
what he didnât expect was for Oikawa to greet him at the entrance of the gym, the emotions in his face remained the same
he knows his bestfriend, and he knows why heâs here
âIwaâ Oikawa called for him
âheyâ he greeted back
âyou know fully well why Iâm here Iwa, please tell me whatâs going onâÂ
in the course of two years, the last time he saw his bestfriend with the same look in his eyes was after your break-up
âIâm not sure Iâm the right person to tell you about this, I promised Y/N not to tell you anything, but sheâs at the hospital, Dr. XXXXXXXâs clinic, you should go ask her yourselfâÂ
Oikawa nodded and immediately went to his car and drive to you
âyou donât have to worry Miss itâs quite common for toddlers to have fevers when growing teeth, if his fever gets any higher, I can prescribe a paracetamol, as for Haruto here, he is growing teeth but it seems like he didnât have a fever, your sons are both healthy babiesâÂ
the heavy weight on your heart and shoulders were taken away by the doctorâs statement
âthank you so much docâÂ
you exited the clinic much happier when you entered, but that glee on your heart immediately turned into something much more complicated was it fear?
how can you not be afraid if the father of your sons is standing in front of you, an unreadable expression plastered on his face
âwe need to talkâ was the only thing he saidÂ
you meekly nodded
you knew this day was going to come eventually but you didnât expect it to be so soonÂ
Oikawaâs eyes landed on the babies inside the stroller, and there was no doubt, it was his alrightÂ
âwhatâs their names?â he asked
âHaruto and Hayatoâ you answered
âare they-âÂ
âletâs talk about this at home, Hayato has a feverâÂ
he nods and leads you to the car taking the stroller away from you and push it himselfÂ
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Your Embrace
Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader
Requests:
1. @witchglowâ hey love! congratulations on your followers! đ„șđ can i request fred weasley x reader on which they are on the grimmauld place is not have beds for all so they have to share the bed, then they end up hugging or something like and the other day they wait and are super embarrassed, but in the end the two admit that they can share the bed whenever they want (im sorry if it got confused đż) thank u, stay safe đđŒđ
2. @whizbangs-78â congrats on 1.5k followers!!! could i request a fred weasley x reader with the one bed trope pleaseee??? thank youuu c: also if you're requests for this are closed feel free to ignore thank youu c: congrats on the milestone, again!!
A/N:Â since the requests were very similar, I decided to combine both of them, hope you two like it! again, I canât seem to write short fics.
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It was late in the night when Professor McGonagall fetched you and all of the Weasleys to go to Dumbledore so you could all take a Portkey back to Grimmauld Place. The Professor said something had happened with Arthur Weasley; so all of his children, you and Harry were taken away from Hogwarts.Â
It wasnât the protocol getting you to travel too, but since you were awake when Professor McGonagall showed up in a hurry and told you to fetch Ginny, you managed to convince McGonagall that you wouldâve to come with the Weasleys.
When finally there, nobody was able to stay still.Â
Fred and George were desperately trying to convince someone to take them to St. Mungoâs, even though Sirius repeated that it was not the smartest thing to do. The best was waiting inside of the House of Black even if it was not easy.
You noticed Fred and George werenât going to let Sirius have a moment of peace â if there could be one at this point â so you requested a tour around the place since it was your first time there.
Reluctantly, Fred and George walked you around the house.
âHeâs gonna be alright, come on; you both know it,â you said while walking through some sort of music room â it had a piano at least. âYour dadâs tough.â
George sighed but remained in silence. It was Fred that spoke.
âYou canât be sure of that. â
You sat down in the piano, running your fingers carelessly over the musical instrument. Thankfully, the sound that came of that wasnât loud.
âI canât, youâre right,â you lamented, gulping.
Fred and George stared at themselves â they were in opposite corners of the room â and then they looked down at you in the piano stool.
âSorry I was rude,â gasped Fred, stepping closer to you.
He was already taller than you, but with you sitting, the difference started to actually hurt your neck.
You shrugged in response. Fred knew you werenât mad at him, he didnât need to hear you say it. However, for just a second, he gazed down at you, locked in your eyes. Those moments were happening with more frequency, and that kinda worried him. He was sure he was being too obvious, and you would soon realize you saw him as more than just friends.
But you were too worried about your own obviousness towards fancying Fred to notice he liked you as well.
George looked around the room, trying really hard to not make a sound and interrupt the moment. He knew how much his twin fancied you. He suspected you desired Fred too, but he wasnât sure yet.
You fake coughed, totally ruining the moment on purpose. Gosh, if Fred finds out I like him, heâll never talk to me again, you thought, turning to face the piano.
âDo you guys know how to play?â you asked, running your fingers over it once again.
Fred and George exchanged looks before bursting in laughter.
âDo you take us for pianists?â George asked back before laughing again.
You should have paid more attention â they seriously didnât look like musicians. Even so, you three squizzed yourselves in the one stool and attempted to produce music. Each of the twins sat in one of your sides, and you had to concentrate a lot to act normal with Fredâs proximity. You two were practically breathing the same air.Â
Georgeâs here too, you freak, you thought, biting your inner cheek.
At ten past five in the morning, after a dozen attempts to play FĂŒr Elise â you three couldnât even pass the third note â, Mrs Weasley stopped by the house.
As soon as Fred and George heard the doo, they jumped out of the stool.
â âS gotta be mum,â said Fred. All the calm he had gained with playing the piano with you disappeared.
âLetâs see her,â said George and they walked away of the music room without waiting for you.
You sighed, closing the piano fallboard before getting up and heading out.Â
Of course, you were worried about their father, but you were also very, very tired. They were sleeping when the Professor fetched them, but you had been wide awake by the fireplace trying to finish a book you were desperate to know the end. Now, you couldnât care less.
When you got to the kitchen, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Fred and George were around Mrs Wealsey, analyzing every word she had to say.
âWe can all go and see him later,â she finished saying. It was probably a phrase that had started before you got downstairs, but there was no need to hear more â if they could go see him, it meant heâd be alright.
Fred turned his face around, looking for you, and when he found your eyes, he pressed his lips together tightly. It was his way of saying he was sorry again because you actually turned out to be correct.
âOh, y/N, my dear, I didnât know you were here too,â said Mrs Weasley, interrupting your discreet moment with Fred.
âYeah,â you said, having no idea of what to say beyond that. It was weird and unexpected your presence there. Not even Hermione was there, and she was always around Ron.
You didnât spend much time with the whole Weasley family; just Hogwarts time with Fred and George. Sometimes, youâd share trips to Hogsmeade with Ginny, but that was it.
âThe more, the merrier!â said Sirius, getting up from his chair with a tender smile.
âSure hope you think that, Sirius, âcause we might stay for Christmas,â said Mrs Weasley, clenching her jaw.
Sirius chuckled. âIf you promise to cook.â
âOf course!â smiled Mrs Weasley, and Ginny giggled in the back.
Breakfast was served, and it was weird eating it before having slept, but nobody seemed to care. It wasnât as good as Hogwartsâ feasts, but you didnât mind. The fact that you were actually there â headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, organization you only heard Fred and George mention â made the details unimportant.
âYou five should sleep after eating,â said Mrs Weasley, who was up behind the chairs where Fred and George were sitting. âWe can visit your dad later.â
Fred seemed about to protest when his mom touched his shoulder softly, but it was a clear warning for her son to not complain, and so, Fred shut.
Harry joined some minutes later, after a long conversation with Sirius Black â who was, to you, an honour to meet. You knew that, although the Ministry was painting him as a villain, he could only be pure of heart, so much Harry spoke well of the man.
âFred, honey, would you mind sharing your bed with George?â asked Mrs Wealsey when she noticed that her boys had finish eating. âThere wonât be an extra bed for y/N, Iâm afraid.â
Fred snorted, annoyed, and said: âMum, George canât sleep still; you know how much he moves around!â
George didnât even bother being offended â he knew his twin was telling the truth.
Mrs Weasley puckered her forehead, thinking an alternative through. Ginny couldnât share the bed with you â the youngest Weasley had already gotten upstairs to her bed and was probably deep sleeping right now. Ron was never pleased with sharing, and she would never bother Harry, who was being a dear just help Arthur Weasley being rescued.
âI suppose you and y/N could share it then,â said Mrs Weasley, noticing that was her only option left. She concluded you and Fred would be too tired to try anything under her nose. She was only half right about that, though. âTake my bed that is bigger in the other room, and I take your single.â
George sighed with the thought of sleeping in the same room with his mom like a toddler.
You and Fred, on the other hand, couldnât stand to look at each other. Every time you tried, you would feel your cheeks turning red, and you would look away.
However, neither of you complained to Mrs Weasley about it, scared to lose an opportunity to be closer to each other. After helping with the dishes, you both headed, side by side, to the mentioned room.
Fred cleared his throat as you lay with your bellies up, taking extreme care not to touch each other.
âThanks for earlier, with the music and all. It was a great distraction,â Fred said, turning just enough to see your face.
Oh, how gorgeous she is! he thought.
Your hair loose over the pillow, his big hands rested over his abdomen, your faces blushed with the closeness...Â
You turned to face Fred before replying. âMy mum used to play me songs in our guitar back through the first war,â you said, biting your inside cheek, suddenly embarrassed fo sharing such a personal memory.Â
Fred knew that your father had died in the first war, you two had talked about it before. But it was never something that caused you pain â you were much too young when he died. It was the days when growing up, seeing the neighboursâ kids with their fathers and you having only your mom â that was when it started hurting. And that was when your mom started playing music to calm you.
âI find it quite relaxing,â you said.
âI sure was relaxed with you,â Fred said before blushing, ashamed with his unexpected confession.Â
You gulped, unsure of what to say or do. You decided it was best to remain silent because Fred probably felt relaxed with all of his friends.
There was nothing left to be said, and Fred really needed to sleep if he wanted to see his father later, so you returned to your first position â facing the ceiling. You never knew, but, without your eyes staring deep into his, he was finally able to fall asleep.
On the other hand, it took you a couple more minutes to travel to the dreamland. Knowing that Fred was closer than ever before made you feel more awake than if you had slept all day. Of course, that was just a false sensation your subconscious tricked you with â soon, you were sleeping too.
âCome on, love birds! Mum wants us to come now!â yelled a voice, pulling the blankets away from you.
âBe more gentle, George,â advised another voice.
âCome on, you two!â shouted the male voice again.
It toom you a couple of seconds to finally open your eyes and take a glimpse of who owned the voices that were disturbing the most peaceful nap you had ever gotten.
Ginny stared at you with a wan smile while George held in one of his hands the cosy blanket that was once over you. But their faces were hiding something, and it was just when George smirked to you that you decided to sit up.
Fred was thinking of doing the exact same thing as you, but he was having more trouble with it since you were practically all over him.
Yeah, thatâs right.
The cosiness and warmness didnât come from the blanket â it came from Fred Weasley.
He was still laying with his belly up, but over his abdomen, you had arranged yourself, in some sort of embrace or hug. So, obviously, you blushed right away â your whole face redder than the Weasleysâ hair.
Fred was blushing too, but since you had hidden your face over your pillow â the exact one you clearly didnât use to sleep â you werenât able to see.
âGet out,â he muttered with grinding teeth. George pretended to be angry and walked away, tossing the blanket over the bed with no caution. Ginny took one last glimpse around before whispering for you two to not be late.
Fred sighed before taking the pillow over your head.
âTheyâre gone,â he said with a sad smile.
âIâm sorry for... well, wherever was that. I probably am a sleepwalker or something; I swear I didnât place myself over your chest on purpose,â you said, biting your lip and facing him with hope in your eyes â hope that he would believe you were not a maniac.
Fred wished you had done that on purpose because that had been the most comfortable he had ever felt in a bed.
âDonât worry about it. Sorry about my siblings,â he said, finally getting up. âIâm gonna see my mum and make sure weâre going to St. Mungoâs too.â
âWe?â you echoed the word out loud, but he had already left the room, and so, he didnât hear.
You were planning on going with the Weasleys, sure, but you didnât know they wanted you there as well. Well, at least Fred did.
You gave Fred a few minutes to get downstairs before you. When you got there, everybody seemed to be waiting just for you.
âSorry for not waking you up earlier, dear. You both looked so relaxed,â said Mrs Weasley, stepping towards you. She held you by your shoulders. âI prepared both of you sandwiches, so you can eat faster.â
She let your shoulders go and grabbed one sandwich over the table â the second one was already half-eaten by Fred Weasley in the other corner of the kitchen. You were too embarrassed thinking that even Molly saw you hugging Fred in your sleep to say something other than thank you.
âYour trunks are here too,â the woman mentioned, with a small smile. Fred finished his sandwich, so you hurried to finish yours. âTonks? Mad-Eye?â
With Mrs Weasley calling, both of the mentioned walked in the kitchen and Ginny rushed to Tonks, hugging her tightly.
âNymphadora?â you asked, almost choking on the last bite. The short pink hair was the essential clue for you to connect the surname to the person. You just didnât call Tonks Tonks, it was a childish habit, but it was unforgettable.
âDonât call me...! Hey, itâs you!â exclaimed Tonks, as soon as Ginny freed her and ran to your side, hugging you. âYou grew up, Merlin!â
You let out a hearty laugh while struggling to breath. Tonks finally freed you, but still stayed by your side. You knew each other because you were neighbours for a while, and often your mother alone could not take care of you â Nymphadora always offered (for a sickle a day) to babysit.
If it was up for you and Tonks, youâd have stayed the day talking, but Mrs Weasley kindly reminded there was a place you needed to be.Â
The trip to St.Mungoâs was, to say the least, embarrassing. Every time Fred would lock eyes with you, your cheeks would turn red, and it felt like everyone knew how you too slept. Together, tightly, legs intertwine... Yeah, you had to fight yourself to not remember those things.
Thankfully, you and Tonks got a minute to talk when the family walked in with Harry to see Arthur Weasley. She told you everything about her job and how she liked to now be a part of the Order. âSure Dumbledore will ask you to join when you come of age,â she even mentioned with a nudge of shoulders.Â
The Weasleys trooped back into the corridor. Tonks glanced at you, but she already knew you werenât going to come in, so she went in with Mad-Eye and closed the door behind them. Fred raised his eyebrows towards you â he wasnât seriously expecting you had something to talk with his father, right? â but then George suggested to listen behind the door, and everybody was distracted for a moment.
After that espionage, Harry Potter started acting odd as ever, but definitely not more than you and Fred. Ginny and George would look from Fred to you, and then they would giggle. Somehow, that was making matters worse.
Back at the headquarters, things still werenât easy.
âGinny, would you mind sleeping with y/N?â whispered Mrs Weasley in what she hoped was a tone you wouldnât hear, but you did. You stepped away as quickly as you had stepped in, and turned around, desperately trying not to overhear that conversation.
So Fred asked to not sleep with you again. That was presumable but still unpleasant.Â
Ron asked for your help to decorate the house for Christmas, and you accepted gladly, hoping the task would take your mind out of Fred.
Ron was worried about Harry â he seemed to think whatever Harry heard Mad-Eye talk upset him. You agreed and added that Ron should just give Harry some time, without pushing him.
Ginny joined to help, and as soon as Ron went to the back to get a stair, Ginny rushed to your side and elbowed you.
âSo, donât know if you heard, but I told mum I wouldnât sleep with you,â she said with a smile.
You almost dropped the ornament in your hand.
âSorry?â
âSo you can sleep with Fred again, duh!â she kept the smile on.
âHm, Ginny, Iâm pretty sure your brother doesnât want that to happen again,â you said, avoiding to look at her happy face. âHe asked your mum to change the place I was sleeping in.â
âWhat? No, y/N! Where did you get that idea? Mumâs the one trying to part you too,â Ginny laughed at your ridiculousness. âShe thinks you two are secretly dating and she canât let âFred make her a grandma so earlyâ.ââ
Your eyes widened as you slowly turned to face Ginny, but first making sure no other Weasley was around.
âHer words, not mine,â added Ginny quickly and she burst into laughter staring at your silly face.
âGood Lord. I hope you corrected her about my relationship with Fred,â you sighed, pressing a hand over your heart. âI completely forgot she had gotten a glimpse at us this morning,â you whispered, just to yourself really.
âWhy would I correct her? He wants you, you want him. Just a matter of time âtil sheâs rightâ said Ginny and she started running away from you because the face you made was positively scary.
When decorations were up, and Christmas spirit was finally in the house, it was already time for bed again. Fred and George had gotten upstairs before you because you pretended to be really interested in Mrs Weasleyâs knitting. The truth was you didnât want to face Fred again.
You sighed, giving up in your fight. You should face Fred once and for all. Speak the truth, walk away and sleep in the couch downstairs.
But when you got into the room, and you saw his face, you just froze. He was laying on the bed with his belly up and his eyes closed â for a moment, you thought he was sleeping, but then his breathing wouldnât be completely unregulated.
âFred?â your voice was too high, and you ended up scaring him. He jumped up, sitting down immediately. âSorry,â you muttered, sitting down in front of him.
You both breathed hard. Fred seemed to want to say something, but you would never know because you interrupted his half-open mouth with yours.
You kissed him in a rashed and inexperience way, after all, he didnât expect that. And, honestly, neither did you.
Fred suspected that either you would ignore him forever and pretend that the nap shared in an embrace never happened or that you would hit him and kick him out of the room. Feeling your lips on his was a more fanciful idea than any he has ever had.
It took Fred a little while to get rid of the shock, but when he realized that you were kissing him because you wanted to, he gave in, pulling you by your waist and sitting you over his lap. He smirked in the middle of the kiss, causing you to let a slight giggle out. Your hands went from his cheekbone to his hair, and you played with it with pleasure.
âIf I knew the way to your heart was napping with you, Iâd have done it sooner,â Fred whispered, breathing hard when your lips were away from his.
You smiled, âyou got to my heart way before you slept with me, Fred Weasley.â
He squeezed your waist, pushing you away just enough so he could see your face. You blushed when your eyes met.
âGood to know that,â he smiled too. â âCause Iâve been thinking all day that you were ignoring me, that you hated me... â
âI thought you were ignoring me!â
You two giggled at your stupidy.
âSorry for kissing you out of nowhere,â you sighed, slowly placing your hands on his shoulders.
âYou are welcomed to do it anytime you want,â he said, looking down to your lap still over his.
âLike now?â you smirked too. âBecause I feel we lost too much time sleeping today...â
âY/N, Iâve been thinking exactly the same thing,â he susurrated and smirked, pulling you closer to his chest and kissing you harder than before.
And this time was just perfect.
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Bonus:
âSo how was last night?â Ginny asked as soon as you steeped in the kitchen the next morning.
You could have stayed in bed curled in Fred forever â you sure wanted toâ but you knew that if Mrs Weasley had any more reason to believe you and Fred were together, nights in the same bed would be over.
And so, doing the things you did last night would be way harder to achieve.
âWhat you mean?â you asked, grabbing a mug of hot cocoa.
âPlease,â Ginny rolled her eyes. âSee that look in my brotherâs face? Last time I saw him that happy was when he got a new broom.â
You turned your face insignificantly to see Fred, who was sitting at the end of the table, eating some sort of bread with Geoge right next to him.
You frowned slightly to Ginny, who rolled her eyes more time.
âGood Merlin, I wonât be able to be two meters near you two, will I?â
You giggled and tried to hide your smile with the mug. Fred heard the sound of your laugh and instantly turned to your direction. His eyes wandered your whole face, and he fixed them in your mouth. He licked his lips before smiling and blink, and then he turned to his twin as if he was paying attention to George all along.
When your heart started beating again, the rest of the Weasleys and Sirius Black had gotten to the kitchen too.
âWhereâs Harry?â Ginny asked Ron, but he shrugged. Harry was going through his own problems. âWell, anyway, pay up, will you, Ronniekins.â
âWhat?â he looked at Ginny, âwait, what?â he looked at you. âCouldnât have waited one more night, could you?â
Ginny smiled when Ron tossed her a sickle.
âYou guys placed a bet over Fred and me?â you whispered to the red-haired girl.
âSure I did, and I won,â Ginny smiled while you rolled your eyes. âIf it makes you feel any better, Fred lost. He said you would never like him back.â
Your eyes went from Ginny to Fred across the table, and for a minute while you looked at him, you forgot his entire family was there, and you sighed like a girl in love. Well, that was what you were anyway.
When you and Fred finally got time alone, you gave him a sickle.
âYou should never have bet against us,â you said, placing the coin in his hand.
âNever doing that again,â he promised with a soft smile before pulling you close one more kiss.
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hi! can i request minato fall for naruto kindergarten teacher please? thank you đ
Ma'am: A Possible New Mom? Minato x KindergartenTeacher!Reader
My actual first request! Hope I did it justice! Thank you honey for the request. I wrote some sort of mixed AU so I hope you don't mind.
 A/N: This took a lot of time because I have a lot of tests every month. Also i threw up a week ago and was somewhat sick. Then I lost the two drafts and was so irritated with ms word but somehow I managed to write again. So a lot of blood, sweat and tears went into this. Please shower it with love if you even read this awful Authorâs note.
Positive A/N: I did like how it turned out tho, the ending is too cute and you won't know what to expect as I didn't either. I genuinely hope you have fun reading this piece.
Word count: 3K
 Your POV
 âIt must be fun to play with the kids all day."
People who think that are the biggest fools on the planet in the universe.
You were picking up the various toys scattered throughout the main classroom, sorting them category wise while the kids took a nap. Most of them anyways.
A few babies had insane amount of energies that they refused to sleep whatsoever. But it wasn't as big a problem as people think it is. All kids have different strengths, a variety of ways to function and unique physiology. You knew if a kid was not tired, forcing him or her to doze off isn't healthy.
Just let the kids be.
So that explains why Naruto was alongside you helping you to collect the sponge shurikens scattered around while you put away the stuffed ninkens on the high shelf. Usually Kiba and Rock Lee would be awake as well, and this trio would play in the hall until their limbs gave out but today even they slept after tiring poor Akamaru out for weird challenges.
âMaâam, I almost forgot! I want to show you something! Come with me!â Naruto suddenly grabbed your hand leaving his task in the midst and urging you to leave yours too. You looked at him puzzled but giggled at his enthusiasm nonetheless, sometimes kids were too darn cute. You loved the ways kidsâ eyes lit up, so optimistic and happy and hopeful until the world snatched it all away. You wanted to preserve this for as long as could.
He took you to the room where the kids kept their small backpacks filled with their favourite articles that they thought were absolutely necessary to take everywhere.
No Neji, you donât need to have three combs for the care of your luscious hair every possible instant.
Naruto generally brought a lot of snacks which you had to retain sometimes so that he would eat healthy but it became even harder to do so when all he wanted was for Sasuke to taste the tomatoey flavour âtheseâ chips had and gift Rock Lee the curry flavour. That boy had a heart of gold.
 He pulled the zipper of his orange backpack open, and took out a stuffed fox.
âMaâam meet Kurama! I told him all about you and he wanted to meet you!â He held Kurama up while you were gently petting the plushieâs head, he was so excited to see your happiness to meet his esteemed companion.
These kids and their imaginations! You loved every ounce of it!
âHello Mr. Kurama!â You didnât feign excitement, you actually were. You loved kids and their creativity and wouldnât trade it for anything.
âHeâs my best friend! Donât tell anyone else though! Others might get sad.â
You did an action of zipping your lips, âYour secret is safe with me, sweetie.â
âLook! I also drew something!â He hastily handed you Kurama and proceeded to take out his yellow sketchbook. He kept turning pages filled with rainbows of colours morphing into one another that made some sense in his cute, little head and finally reached his desired page. He pulled your dress with his little chubby hands, an action he often did when he wanted you to sit beside him. You kneeled down, his plushie settled in your lap now as you waited for him to go ahead.
He handed you his open sketchbook where there were three figures, two adults and one kid judging by the height, all wearing triangular outfits. One kid and an adult had striking yellow hair and blue eyes while the other adult wore an orange dress with a large circle in their hands. On closer inspection, you saw your own hair colour and eye colour being illustrated to the best of the toddlerâs ability, as far as the crayons allowed him to portray it. You had a circle in your hands, almost the size of your drawn head with black spots in between while the child in the photo held an orange squishy ball. To save you from your confusion, Naruto came to the rescue and started explaining.
âThatâs me and Dada over here. And Iâm playing with Kurama! And thatâs you Maâam! Bringing me and dada cookies for being good boys like you do in class!â
Your heart melted right there and then. For some reason, your face heated up too.
âOh my God, honey, thatâs amazing!â You pecked his cheek as Naruto blushed slightly and rubbed his head, âYou liked it?â
âI Loved it! What did Dada say about it?â
âHe got so red like Sasukeâs tomatoes haha. But he put it on our fridge like my other drawings and he said it was the best one yet.â
Before you could reply, crying was heard from the nap room and you sighed. Looks like someone woke up.
âYay, someone is up! We can now play!â Naruto began running but you stopped him.
âLetâs be sure to pack this all up before, Maâam Anko will see to your friend okay?â
Minato was waiting alongside other parents, it was 10 minutes till the kindergarten was over. His mind wandered afar, thinking about his journey to this town.
Minato was very afraid when he moved to Konoha, about Naruto settling in and making friends. Of course, back in his previous town he had already got Naruto a place in the best Kindergarten there, pulling all the needed strings but his promotion caught him off guard. Being a single parent was hard enough as it is, and with the worry of adjusting to new surroundings for his growing son, he was almost going to decline the offer. Only after much conviction from his friends that he deserved this, he took the offer, albeit hesitantly.
He was happy with his new workspace and colleagues as well, and was over the moon when he one of his erudite associates had a son the same age as his own, and recommended the cityâs best kindergarten where his son was set to go. He went blindly on his associateâs word, because he knew him to be a wise dad.
For the first two months, he had to work relentlessly to prove his position as the new leader in the branch, and so he had his assistant pick Naruto up while he prepared lunch at home for his precious boy, barely making it home fifteen minutes before they did. But when the company celebrated their first real accomplishment, only then did Minato feel he could take a step back and indulge with his son more as he used to do.
When he began picking him up himself, he realised what he had been missing on: small quirky tales, new words his toddler learned, new friendsâ names, his favourite teacherâs cookies apparently. Minato quickly noticed, being the perceptive man he was, that Naruto could go hours and hours talking about his Maâam. He would have thought of it as a crush, had Naruto been older.
But when he first saw you, he could relate to his son if Naruto did have a crush. He knew he was being superficial, being attracted to your appearance at first sight but he couldnât help himself that you were almost ethereal, too gorgeous to be true. It seemed as if you were glowing when you laughed alongside the kids or held one of them on your shoulders while searching for the parents.
However, your personality was even more so captivating when he finally talked to you at the parents-teachers conference. You were such a quality teacher, he deduced when he noticed how apt you were at describing each kid individually and how dedicated to their growth you were. He loved the bond you had with Naruto, the boy couldnât stop grinning upon meeting you on his day off.
The bell rung, breaking him out of his reverie, and he waited as the kids ran to the parents, waving goodbyes here and there, ready for their weekend. He could hear your faint shouting over the buzz, âMake sure you have taken all your belongings, kiddos! Have a good weekend!â Â Â
He knew if you had a special place in his sonâs heart, he could let you stay in his heart as well.
It was 8 PM, one hour past the Uzumaki kidâs bedtime, but the blatantly crying kid was nowhere near sleeping. A distressed Minato held him on his hip, as he searched the entire house for his favourite plushie, Kurama, without whom Naruto had never slept.
âWeâll find him, Naru. Do you remember where you last saw it?â Minato asked, pausing and sitting in the comfy sofa, looking at Naruto, hoping heâd have an answer.
Narutoâs wails quietened down, fortunately there were no tears, as he pondered and spoke, âI last showed it to Maâam!â
Minato sighed, he grasped that Naruto would have left it at the playschool because no inch of his house was unsearched. He settled Naruto down on the couch as he deliberated calling you over a toy. He had your number for emergencies, but was this one? The real objection, the actual reluctance he had for calling was totally different though. He hated to admit it, but talking to Narutoâs daydream of a teacher always left him stuttering like a teenager. He could barely listen and respond when he met her at the kindergarten, but talking to that Goddess one on one was more terrifying and nerve-wracking than moving to a new town.
But he knew there was no way Naruto would sleep without Kurama and it was only Friday, nights to wait if he doesnât ask you about the plushie today. He couldnât imagine how disheveled will Naruto be without Kurama by then. He would surely award himself with wine if he managed to finish the call without fainting.
With clammy hands and a vigorously pounding heart, he dialed the number.
You were finishing up the last batch of forms and cleaning up, when you saw something abruptly put in the otherwise shipshape playroom. Before you could further inspect, your phone rang, Mr. Uzumaki flashing on top of the screen. Your heart hammered as you wondered what he could be calling about.
You were not going to lie, Mr. Uzumaki was easy on the eyes, always in class A condition with his well-tailored suits as he came to pick Naruto up. Even the married housewives ogled him not-so-subtly. He was such an excellent father, really devoted in his sonâs life while simultaneously conquering the business world. An eye candy, with all the best qualities that existed, an immensely put together Godâs creation. He was dream partner to have, yet somehow he was single.
Your phoneâs ring broke you out of your musing, as your sweaty palms grabbed the phone and received the cal.
âGood Evening, Mr. Uzumaki.â You managed out, your neck suddenly heating up.
âGood Evening, Miss. I hope I didnât disturb you.â
âNot at all, I was about to head home. How may I help you?â
âIf you are still there at the playschool, could you pleaseâŠâŠ If you donât mindâŠ.. Iâm sorry again I called-â
âI assure you, itâs fine. You donât need to worry about it. Although you do need to tell me the problem if you want me to help.â You giggled lightly, amused at that man stuttering.
âThank you. Umm Naruto left his night time plushie there I suppose and he doesnât sleep without it. Could you please, please check if itâs there?â
âOf course.â You held the phone and as you hummed and went to the Kidâs playroom you found Narutoâs sketchbook with the drawing laying on it, and the Kurama toy beside it. You swore you promised Naruto pack it earlier in the day.
âLooks like he did leave it here.â
âCan you keep the school open a bit late, Iâll come and collect it right aw-â
âIts pretty windy right now outside, and youâll have to bring Naruto too at this hour. Iâll drop it at your home on my way back, I was planning in leaving in five anyways.â Your mouth spoke before you could process what you said, offering to go to his house? Nice going there, you desperate weirdo.
His choked out âOkayâ almost surprised you as you ended the call.
This will be a nice, little detour.
About twenty minutes later, the doorbell to the Uzumaki household rang and Minato sprinted to the door, opening it immediately.
There you stood, with tousled hair from the wind, in your long red pea coat and black heels. Your cheeks lightly tinted, no doubt because of the unruly weather outside. Somehow you still looked absolutely perfect in Minatoâs eyes as he traced your form, unable to initiate the conversation.
You, on the other hand, had halted completely when the door opened revealing a ripped Minato, his muscles bulging underneath his black shirt while grey sweatpants hung loosely on his hips. His biceps were so thick, you wondered how he managed to exercise on top of all the responsibilities he had.
You handed it over to Minato whose eyes widened at the piece of paper and stood there awkwardly, processing what to say.
Somehow stopping yourself from all the gawking, you cleared your throat as you dug in your black purse and took out Narutoâs best friend and his masterpiece.
âGuess he left this as well.â He gave a forced laugh, trying to make things less uncomfortable after he stood silent for two minutes.
You chuckled lightly in agreement when suddenly thunder boomed behind you, causing you to shriek and slip, only to be caught by Minato, his hands holding you around your middle tightly in a protective manner. You coughed as you stepped back again and he cleared his throat this time when suddenly it started pouring like hellâs rage on Earth.
âYou should stay for a while, at least until the rain lightens.â
You were going to decline, but when you saw how bad it was raining, you knew you would have to accept. âLooks, like Iâll have to. Sorry to impose.â
âItâs no imposition at all. Iâm inviting you, donât fret.â
You stepped inside, shrugging your pea-coat off, revealing your black dress underneath. Minato reddened visibly, taking your pea-coat from you and hanging it. He cursed himself as he thought of conversation starters, wanting to say something, anything to not stand like a fool.
âWould you like wine? I have this blush flavoured bottle reading to drink.â
âI would love that, Thank you. What are you celebrating though, if I may ask?â You agreed, maybe the alcohol would calm your buzzing nerves. Besides you were a sucker for wine.
âNothing much, a simple personal achievement of sorts.â He said with a grin as he led you inside, hopeful of where the night might lead. Maybe the liquid courage would help him finally ask you out.
Behind the wall, Naruto grinned with a pacifier in his mouth. Mission successful.
So that was that. Until next time, cookies.
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The short and very miserable life of Napoleon II, aka the Eaglet, aka Franz, Duke of Reichstadt: PART ONE
Napoleonâs son with Marie Louise, his second wife, the daughter of the Holy Roman Emperor Habsburg Emperor Francis II, is known by a variety of names: Napoleon II, the Eaglet, lâAiglon, King of Rome, or Franz, Duke of Reichstadt. It seems to me this kid barely gets mentioned as a footnote in most popular biographies of Napoleon. Of course Napoleon loved kids, and was over the moon that he finally had his own legitimate child, his own son and heir. He doted on this adorable and spirited blond moppet, being super affectionate with him, playing with him, spending lots of time with him, bringing him into his study to cuddle with him as he read dispatches, or tossing him up into the air when the toddler pulled on his coat-tails.
Itâs very sweet and heart-warming to read all these adorable father-son moments, but honestly itâs depressing as hell to realize the best years of the Eagletâs life was up to the age of four.
When he parted from his father after his defeat in Russia, it was all horribly and sickeningly downhill from there.
So I was reading Octave Aubryâs biography The King of Rome: Napoleon II. Itâs not a new bio by any meansâ itâs from 1932. But it is thoroughly researched and very well written, with lots of cites from various Viennese archives, and Jesus Christ, it is depressing. The Eaglet was physically and emotionally abused by the Habsburg side of his family and by their minions for most of his very short life, and it makes for a harrowing read. Â
What did his mother do to stop it, you may ask? Unfortunately, the answer is absolutely nothing.
TW: CHILD ABUSE
So, the best that could be said about his mother, Marie Louise, was that she was a weak character. If I wanted to be more blunt, Iâd say she was spineless enough to the point I wonder if she was even a vertebrate. Â
She was, of course, raised to hate Napoleon as a child. But then she met him and fell in love with him. She was very eager to be loved and do everything he asked her to do, even if (as Andrew Roberts points out in his own mammoth biography of Napoleon) she wasnât the brightest bulb. But perhaps she was a perfectly cromulent empress when war wasnât on her doorstep and she wasnât asked to make decisions: but once the war WAS on her doorstep and decision-making was called of her, she fell apart like wet tissue. As Aubry explains:
That it would be a capital mistake for Marie Louise and her son to leave Paris was painfully evident to everyone, even to the Empress herself. But no initiative could have been expected of her. Willing, always of the best intentions, she was a passive creature both by temperament and education. She could never be more than an instrument in the hands of others. But Hortense, who had a resolute spirit behind that bleat of hers, showed both intelligence and heart in the circumstances. She was waiting for Marie Louise when the council was over, and said to her:
âSister dear, you must realize that in leaving Paris you will be neutralizing the defense and so lose your crown. I observe that you are making the sacrifice with great resignation.â
The Empress replied gently, almost humbly:
âYou are right. It is not my faultâ the Council has decided that way.â
She was hoping vaguely for a letter from the Emperor, a counter-order that would permit her to remain. [Aubry pg 54]
At this point Louise, after fleeing Paris, wanted to be reunited with Napoleon, but she just cried and wrung her hands, as her lady-in-waiting Mme Lannes, in cahoots with Talleyrand, poured poison into her ear about how Napoleon never loved her. Then Talleyrand conspired to have all of Louiseâs stuff stolen. The soon-to-be-ex-empress continued to cry and do nothing, only to go âto her room to collapse on her knees at her bedside.â
Anyway, her father swooped in and picked her up, and Metternich arranged to have Neipperg, a dashing, managing middle-aged man in uniform (Louise definitely had a type), seduce her. Within the space of weeks, she immediately changed her tune with regards to her husband, and wanted to have nothing more to do with him. As for the Eaglet, though he ended up in Vienna, he was in the care of his beloved governess, Mme de Montesquiou, aka âMaman âQuiou.â He was in good hands while Maman âQuiou was allowed to stay with him, but she was deathly afraid of being sent away, since she knew Louise was indifferent to her child and would never do the right thing, now that she was the puppet of her father and of Metternich.
With her son whom she had not seen for three months and who was enraptured at her return, she [Marie Louise] concerned herself less and less. In spite of the caresses and the gifts that were showered upon her, Mme. de Montesquiou saw things clearly and passed her judgment. Writing to her husband who was urging her to leave Vienna she said:
âMy dear, do not call it my duty to return to France. As I have already advised you, you would be putting me in the greatest embarrassment, and my conscience would trouble me all my life long⊠If that child has a mother, very well, I could place him in her hands and be satisfied. But she is nothing less than that: she is more indifferent to his fate than the veriest stranger in his service.â
And to an intimate she confided in disgust at what she suspected and intuited:
âI have seen painful things, and I keep seeing them every day.â Â [Aubry pg 81]
Unfortunately, in 1815, Maman âQuiou was sent away. The Eaglet wept for two days straight, and was put into the care of a certain Countess Mitrovsky, âa creature of the Empress Maria-Ludovica and an intimate of Neipperg.â The loyal Meneval, who was also to be sent away, said good-bye to the little boy, and the change in the childâs demeanor was striking.
He was struck by the childâs earnest and melancholy air. He did not run to meet Meneval with his usual lively gestures and gay exclamations. He watched him, as he entered, with the utmost indifference. Countess Mitrovsky was with him. Every few seconds he would look at her as though in fear of a reprimand. After a few conventional phrases, Meneval took his hand and asked him if he had anything to say to his papa, for he was going soon to see him. The child looked at him sadly and went away, still silent, towards the embrasure of a distant window. Meneval bade good-bye to the Countess and Mme. Soufflot [one of the few remaining French waiting women], then, as he was leaving, stepped over to the little boy who stood watching him from the window. He bent low to bid him good-bye. And at that moment, he felt a tug at his coat and heard a trembling little voice say:
âMonsieur Meva, you will tell him that I still love him dearly.â
He was only four years old and for fourteen months he had not seen his fatherâŠ
When he reached the antechamber, Meneval burst into tears. [Aubry, pgs 89-90]
Not long after this, the young King was delivered into the care of a tutor named Count Dietrichstein. The Eaglet, who was âdraggedâ by Countess Mitrovsky to meet Dietrichstein, refused to have anything to do with him, and Dietrichstein, while weeping, dramatically claimed to a friend âhe cannot love meâ as long as the last French women, even the aged nurse, were in Franzâs service. So Mme Soufflot, her daughter Fanny, and the others were banished, leaving Franz completely alone.
No more warmth about him, no more deep interest, no more deep interest, no soft hands to stroke his curls, no arms to clasp him too tight when he returned weary from a drive, no knees to spread him to let him rest, no more smiling reproofs for his shortcomings, no more love in shortâ real love, that is disinterested, unselfish love, love for himself and love for what he was. His mother was soon to leave him, to ascend to her throne in Parma. HIs grandfather Franz treated him kindly; but he had always sacrificed him for the interests of State and would sacrifice him again, if the Chancellor [Metternich] so ordered. As for his uncles, aunts, and cousins of Austria, however well they might treat him, however generous they might be, as certain of them were, they could notâ and this was naturalâ help seeing in him, first of all, the son of Napoleon.
He was born with an affectionate disposition. He had loved his father infinitely. With his mother he had been tender and gentle. He had adored Mme de Montesquiou and Fanny Soufflot. Now he was compelled to close his heart. Brought up by men, raised only by men, but still too much of a child to become a man, he turned inward, escaped into the little universe he had made for himself with his memories of former days. For as young as he was, he had no hope, and he did not know there was a future. He was going to grow up that way, not unhappy if one only looks at the material content of life, but if one thinks of the needs of the heart, certainly not happy. [Aubry pgs 97-98]
Count Dietrichstein decided that he was going to stamp all the Frenchness out of the Eagletâs mind, for he must become 100% a Habsburg. Nothing but German would be spoken to him, and when he clung to speaking French, crying that he didnât want to be a German, that he wished to be a Frenchman, he was chastised, deprived of play and outings, and then, with the Emperor Franzâs approval, actually whipped. Yesâ he was whipped. When he was only five years old, because he wouldnât speak German.
But when even that wouldnât work, Marie Louise sat him on her knee and told him solemnly that he must speak German to please his grandfather, which finally did the trick. Not long after this, she went to the little court in Parma. She requested for her son  to go with her, but when Metternich refused, she acquiesced meekly.
Once so light-hearted and gay, the child became timid and mistrustful, and after the departure of his friends, the French women, and would lie to protect himself. In such cases he would be punished, not harshly, but not gently either. He shrank more and more into himself, accordingly, and since the world had grown hostile, he now began to offer it only a surface of indifference. [Aubry, pg 100]
He began to act out, destroying his copy books and mutilating his toys, but would also become sensitive to injustice or cruelty, like a dog being whipped or a bird eating a worm. He was told he would no longer be called Napoleon: he was to be called Franz. When he objected, he was âpromptly silenced.â He became used to the name, and from here on out he was usually called Franz.
Franz still fought with Dietrichstein, who commented on his âlazinessâ and âill will,â and his many quarrels with the prince, although he was happy to note in his letters to Marie Louise that it ended with âmy victories.â Metternich had the boy closely followed, reports sent regularly and classified into a âponderous file.â Meanwhile, his mother, off in Parma, when she wasnât writing letters to her son exhorting him to pious obedience, made the feeblest attempt to defend the interests of the newly christened Franzâ Franz was cut off from the succession of Parma after Metternich decided that this was in the best interests of the monarchy in Italy, Marie Louise was âreadily brought into line by Neipperg, who owned her now body and soul.â
âŠShe expressed herself as satisfied in a private letter of October, 1817:
âMy sonâs future has been determined. You know  that I was never ambitious for thrones or States for him, but hoped he would be the richest and most charming gentleman in Austria.â  [Aubry pg 110]
Meanwhile, Napoleon was kept on the island of St Helena, waiting for news from his son, but he heard not a word from his wife or a line from his son for six years. When he died, he was looking at Franzâs portrait, and left him many legacies, such as his books, engravings, papers, coffee service and the family house in Ajaccio, but Franz saw none of it. His mother, who was pregnant at the time with Neippergâs son, didnât even tell her son of his fatherâs death. She refused to accept Napoleonâs heart, which his will bequeathed her, because, as Aubry says, âshe was more interested in the inheritance: she filed objection to the transfer of the six millions on deposit with Laffitte out of which the bequests of the Emperor were to be paid. She would not permit Marchand [Napoleonâs valet] to deliver to her at Parma Napoleonâs laces and the bracelet made of his hair.â Napoleon even begged her to take his last physician, Dr Antommarchi, into her service: she refused to even meet with him, palming the doctor off on Neipperg, who glad-handed Antommachi and pushed him out the door when he started asking too many questions about Franz.
Louise did moan about Napoleonâs suffering on St Helena while she was giving birth to Neippergâs child, but she promptly forgot it. âShe was a weak and frivolous soul. She would have grieved longer over her pet parrot, Marguerite. She even expressed astonishment that Madame Mere should have asked the British government for Napoleonâs body.â [Aubry pg 120]
One of the junior tutors named Foresti was given the task to tell the ten year old Franz that his father was dead.
The child began to weep and he wept a long time, doubtless calling up in his memory the pale face which had softened to such tenderness whenever it drew near his own. He sat down near the window, his cheeks, and his hands that covered them, wet with tears. Foresti himself was deeply moved and tried to comfort him. But the child did not hear him. [Aubry pg 122]
As Prokesch, his best friend of his short adult life, put it later:
âThe prince wept for a whole day, almost without stopping. Then, suddenly, he mastered his emotions, dried his eyes, rose and paced the floor up and down. Not a word came from his lips. And several weeks passed before he alluded  to his fatherâs death. He felt he must keep his grief to himself.â
Meanwhile, Franz was now thinking in German, but he still rebelled against his teachers, who, for years, beat him with the ferule (a type of paddle that resembled a long and large wooden spoon, the circular head often pierced with holes, and sometimes as large as a childâs head)â his grandfather the Emperor authorized âgreat severityâ against him when he was being âstubbornââ but this stopped when it was clear beatings no longer had any affect. Except for brief months of pleasure during summer vacations at the castle of Persenbeug where Marie Louise deigned to leave Parma, Franz, who was completely without friends, was kept in solitude. He responded by withdrawing into himself and going into a fantasy world. Â
He dreamed, and gained freedom by dreaming. As a small boy he loved to play: now that he was growing up, it was still what he liked to do best. Never did child love to dream more than he: that escape from time, from responsibilities, from disappointments, that journey without end, where ideas, colors and forms mingled according to oneâs fantasy! As soon as he could flee the watchful care of Foresti or of Collin, instead of working at his translations, his themes, or his arithmetic exercises, he would open the huge gilt-edged volumes given to him on his birthdays by his grandfather or the Archdukes and leaning his head on his hand, began to dream with his eyes upon the awkward, rather ridiculous illustrations of those days, in which one could see beplumed generals prancing besides their armies with spent cannonballs lying at their horsesâ feet, while down in one corner an aide-de-camp would be reading an order and in the other an almoner kneeling besides a stretcher to confess a dying soldier.
Sometimes, bending low over an atlas, he would travel in spirit far out over the blue seas to the continents bordered in loud colors. One day, Matthias Collin came into the room and found him, with his cheek resting on a map. The little prince did not get up at his approach. His teacher thought he was asleep. But on going towards him, he saw the childâs eyes were wide open. The boy gave a start of surprise and blushed. He had been dreaming. Collin was more indulgent than Foresti. He did not punish him. [Aubry pg 132]
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More to come in part two!
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Pairing: BTS x female!8th!member
Warnings: too much cuteness
Words: 2000+
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Grace took a deep breath as she sat crossed legs on her bed. Her eyes were closed, hands trembling as she took the small mirror and brought it up towards her face. Carefully, she opened her lids, but as soon as her gaze met herself in the small piece of glass, her eyes got all teary.
Today was supposed to be a good day for her. Their manager had gave them the day off, and since the boy decided to do... she didn't even know what they actually wanted to do, but she knew that she wanted to take care of herself.
So she and her stylist Jina, with whom she was pretty close friends, decided to go to shopping, to the cinema, nail salon and whatever girls do. At last, both women decided to go to the hair salon, and that was where the misfortune took its course.
One important fact about the only female member: when it came to her hair, Grace did not understand any jokes. Her golden hair normally fell smoothly over her shoulders until it reached the small of her back, and sometimes, when the light fell over it, it looked like it was glowing and shining.
She was proud of how long and healthy it had grown over the past years. She didn't need (and didn't want) any extensions, and she didn't want to dye her hair like her boys did sometimes.
But then it happened: the hairdresser took a strand of Grace's hair to curl it with her flat iron. Unfortunately, the flat iron was too hot for the girls sensitive hair, but when she noticed it was already too late. The hairdresser quickly pulled the flat iron away from the smoking hair and a thick strand of burned hair fell down next to the stool Grace was sitting on.
That's how she found herself on the bed
looking at her now shoulder long hair.
"It looks horrible." She whispered as she drove her right hand through the short hair. More and more tears fell down her cheeks.
But she knew that she had to stop crying eventually because firstly, she couldn't change her situation and secondly, she promised to cook dinner for the boys when they would come home. She let out a loud sigh and went over to her dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a red beanie.
She knew that she couldn't hide her new hairstyle forever, but as long as she couldn't look at herself in the mirror, no one could know about this.
When all of her hair was hidden by the piece of fabric she dried her eyes and made her way into the dorm's kitchen.
She cut and prepared all the ingredients, boiled the water and put out all the tableware they would need later.
"We are back!" She heard Namjoon yelling from the door.
Spotting her reflection in the glass of the oven, she saw that her eyes were still red and puffy. She didn't want the boys to know that she cried because of her hair, even though they knew what it meant to her.
She looked around the kitchen and quickly spotted a pair of sunglasses on the windowsill. She put them on just in time before Jungkook waddled into the kitchen.
"Wow. It smell amazing, Gracie." He said and came up behind the small girl. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head. "Is this Japchae?"
The girl just nodded and turned her attention back towards the burners. Of course Jungkook noticed the hat and sunglasses, but since all of the usually wore their accessories indoors, he didn't think more about it. He just dropped his arms, pulled his phone out of his pocket and sat down on the kitchen counter.
One after one, the boys joined the two youngest in the kitchen, and no one said something about the girl's outfit (to her relief). She heard the boys behind her joking and laughing about random things, and normally she was the first one to join them in their silly conversations. But not today.
She knew it was silly to cry about the too short hair. Many would title her as princess or even conceited, but these people didn't know how important it was to her. When she was younger, she wasn't allowed to grow her hair longer than under her chin, because her mom didn't want to deal with all that hairstyling stuff that young girls love to do, and her father wanted a son anyway, so the short hair didn't remind him that he actually had a daughter.
She tried hard to hold the tears back while thinking about her childhood. The long hair reminded her who she was, and that no one could rule over her body again. But now, it was all gone.
"Should I set the table?" She shrugged when she heard Jin's voice.
She blinked the tear drops in her eyes away and nodded her head quickly.
She turned off the burners and took a deep breath, before she grabbed the handle of the pot and carried it over to the table.
"I am sooo hungry!" Hobi groaned when he opened the lid of the pot, while the other agreed with him.
"Grace?" Namjoon looked sceptically at the young girl, as she was about to shove the chopstick into her mouth. "Are we too shiny for your eyes?"
At first, she looked a little bit confused, but when Namjoon gestured for her sunglasses, she knew what he meant. It was his unwritten rule, that on the table no one was allowed to wear sunglasses or hats or scarves, because it was rude.
"So? Would you mind taking the glasses off?" He asked again.
Grace carefully nodded. Slow-motion-like, she lifted her hands up and pulled the piece of plastic away from her eyes. She didn't dare to look up, still too afraid that her eyes would be red or puffy. Luckily, none of the boys mentioned something about them.
The food indeed smelled delicious, but Grace just couldn't get something down right now. She put her elbow on the table and leaned her head onto her hand, while she shoved the noodles around the plate with the other hand.
"Grace?" Namjoon's voice ripped her out of her thoughts once again. He just pointed with his index finger towards her head. "Please, take it off. You know what I think about it while dinner time."
"Ican'takeitoff..." The girl mumbled more to herself than to anybody else.
"What did you say?" This time, it was Jin to ask.
By now, the boys definitely had noticed her strange behaviour. Grace normally wasn't a troublemaker when it came to rules inside the dorm.
"I can't takeitoff." She whispered again, still refusing to lift her head.
The boys looked at each other confused.
"Grace, I still did not understand what you said." Namjoon said in a sternly way, as if the girl was a stubborn toddler in front of him.
He knew that she was a grown up woman, but in the past they had a few problems with Jungkook being rebellious teenager, so he wanted to avoid that she would start behave like him back then. Just as he was about to talk again, a small, rippling noise halled through the room, followed by small sobs.
She just couldn't pretend anymore that everything was okay, because for her, nothing was okay in that moment. Big, fat tears rolled made their way down her plump cheeks, rolling over her chin and falling down onto the table with a small rippling sound.
Not wanting to break in front of the boys, she tried to leave the table, but immediately a par of strong arms were wrapped around her body, pulling her onto his lap.
"Shhhhh." Taehyung's deep voice shushed calmly into her ear, rocking slightly back and forth. "It's going to be okay."
She buried her head deeper into his shirt, staining it with her tears, but she couldn't care less right now. She just couldn't hold back all the sadness and anger about the situation.
Anger about the hairstylist, that she got herself distracted and forgot about the flatiron in her hair.
Anger about herself, that she wasn't carefully enough and let someone else working on her hair.
Anger about her parents, who didn't accept her as the girl she was, and sadness, that she couldn't do the tiniest little bit about the situation.
A big hand found it's way onto her back, rubbing slow circles on it, while Taehyung whispered some sweet words into her ear.
Eventually, the girl calmed down after several minutes of crying and sobbing. She lifted her head from Taehyung's shoulder and used the sleeve of her shirt to whip off the wet stains on her cheeks.
"Grace, what is going on?" Jungkook kneeled in front of the girl and took her smaller hands into his bigger ones. "Are you okay? Are you in pain? Did someone hurt you?"
"No. I am not hurt, Kookie." She whispered and squeezed his hands slightly.
"What happened? How can we help you, Gracie?" Yoongi, yes, the cold and cool Yoongi, had came up behind her and placed small kissed onto her head.
The girl chuckled coldly, while fiddling with her hands in her lap. Usually, one of the seven boys always came up with an idea to solve her problems, but this time there was no solution. Slowly, she lifted her hand up and pulled the beanie away from her head, revealing her new, short hair.
The boys all gasped, as her honey blonde hair fell down from under her beanie, but this time ending right over her shoulder.
They all knew how serious she was about her long hair. There was a time when she didn't talk Jungkook for 3Â weeks, because he accidently smeared a chew gum into a small strand of her hair. Why would she cut it all the sudden?
"Jagiya!" Jimin took a strand of her thick and now short hair, and rolled it around his finger. "Why did you cut your hair? You love your hair."
"Yeah, why would you cut it?" Hobi said and drove a hand through her hair as well as the other six boys. "Not that it looks bad or something."
"I â I didn't want to cut it. The hairdresser b-burned my h-hair." She sobbed again and took a strand of her hair. "Now it looks ugly. Everyone is going to laugh at me."
She let the strand fall and was about to hide her face in her hands, when someone pulled her hands away. Namjoon held her hands in his bigger right one, and pushed her head up by her chin with his left hand.
"Jagiya, you know that this it not true." He said and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "No one will laugh at you. You â"
"Yeah and if, you have seven bodyguards to beat everyone up who says something about you." Jungkook interrupted Namjoon, as he lifted both of his arms in a 90 degree angle to flex with is biceps.
"No. No one gets beat up." Namjoon shook his head and turned his attention back to the girl in front of him, who was now giggling at Jungkook's comment. "What I was about to say: Your haircut has nothing to do with your personality. You are still our Grace, the bubbly, silly but smart girl, that makes us laugh every day. I know that you care about your hair, but believe me, in a few month, you'll have your hair back."
"Yeah and 'till then, we can make cool matching half-bun hairstyles." Jungkook piped in, making the girl smile slightly, before he leaned forward and hugged the small girl tightly.
She closed her eyes and buried her face tightly into the boy's neck, inhaling his manly scent.
"We could also dye our hair in the same colour and you â" Jin said, before he quickly got interrupted by the girl's head shooting up.
"NO! NO, no, no â nonono." She pushed the young Maknae away from her and faced her oldest friend. "This is already bad enough, Oppa."
All of them were laughing by now, knowing that Jin obviously was joking about dying their hair together.
"You are so beautiful, na sarang." Taehyung had leaned forward and whispered into her ear, before he pressed a kiss onto the tip of her nose. "With long, and with short, and even with no hair."
"He is right!" Jimin came up and wrapped his arms around both, Taehyung and her. "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Don't matter what."
"I love you guys so much." She whispered.
They all ended up in a big group hug, followed by kisses all over her and sweet compliments.
She blushed, ad hid her face once again in his shirt, while the others were still laughing. The boys may could not bring her hair back, but they could definitely help her to get over the situation. And after all, having shorter hair might not be as bad as she thought.
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Haikyuu x Reader
Iwaizumi x Reader x Oikawa
Hakiyuu Military AU
This is only a short excerpt from Chapter 1. Click HERE to read the rest of Chapter 1.
That pinky promise has always been effective on your son. And every time Oikawa makes a pinky promise and with their thumbs pressing together to metaphorically seal it with a kiss, he always fulfils them no matter what. That reminds you of the many times he did that back when you two are young. All those promises he fulfilled and not once did he ever break them.
Thatâs one of the reasons you fell for him, heâs just that kind of a person.
But tonight, you thought, Oikawa wasnât able to fulfil his little promise to Taka.
âAww, he fell asleep already?â Oikawa asked when you came out of the toddlerâs room.
âBut you got him to eat all those veggies,â you said, leaning closer to Oikawa. âAnd for that, let me give you your reward.â
You took a step closer and wrapped your arms around his waist, embracing him as you shared your warmth with him and Oikawa embraced you back.
âYou can fulfil the promise tomorrow,â you said, looking up at him.
âYouâre right,â he said. âAh! Come to think of it. I told Taka-chan earlier that he needs to sleep early at night to grow bigger. Did he actually follow what I said?â
âUnlike you, Taka-chan knows how to follow what his parents say.â
âEh? Y/n-chan, are you saying Iâm not a good son like Taka-chan?â
âI didnât say that though?â
You chuckled when you saw Oikawa pouts before you leaned back and started to walk towards you and Oikawaâs room, with Oikawa trailing closely behind.
Once you got inside, you were suddenly stopped when you felt Oikawaâs arms wrapping around you as he stood behind.
âTooru?â you asked. Aside from this being sudden, you knew something was off, the way he embraced you was tighter than usual, as if heâs afraid to ever let go.
âThereâs somethingâŠâ Oikawa started, his voice lower than usual too. ââŠI need to tell you.â
You didnât know, perhaps it was instinct? But you suddenly felt your heart skipped a beat, in a not so good way. It wasnât fear, but it was close. Although you donât want to jump into conclusion, you waited until Oikawa speak again.
âIâŠâ
Oikawa knew it would be easier said than done. To tell you about it.
âIâŠâ
Iâll be deployed to a combat zone soon.
That simple statement that was so hard to say. Oikawa felt a lump in his throat, a heavy weight on his chest and he leaned on you for support when he felt his chest constricted. The longer the seconds passed, the more you couldnât help but think of the possibility of what it is he was about to tell you but he couldnât say.
âIâŠâ Oikawa leaned close to your ear and whispered those words instead.
âI love you, Y/n.â
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After Each Midnight Begins A New Day
Extra #10b (chapter 3 of extra #10)
[Masterpost] [AO3]
Wei Ying and Lan Zhan have both officially arrived in their childhoods after their time travel array, now they finally get to see each other again <3
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To the untrained eye, Lan Zhan knows he looks as stoic as ever. Thereâs nothing at all in his face or his utterly correct posture to reveal that he feels ready to fly apart from the rush of adrenaline coursing through him and the painful knifeâs edge of uncertainty that leaves his fists shaking where theyâre curled into his sleeves. He has no idea if heâs going to get what he wants or not and thatâs a strange combination of exhilarating and frustrating.
There is, thankfully, enough to focus on besides his own roiling emotions to make them somewhat easier to ignore, at least for the moment. Itâs Madam Lanâs first attempts at venturing out into the Sect for business that includes other Sects, and he is acutely aware of this. Her re-entrance into the Lan Sect has gone disastrously so far even after making her case to the elders that she has served her penance and provided two heirs for the Sect. But neither she nor Lan Zhan are discouraged. After all - few people understand the unbending rigidity of the current generation of the Gusu Lan better than the man who had been whipped nearly to death by the elders for the sake of ârighteousnessâ and the woman who had once died in captivity enforced by many of those same elders - and for painfully similar reasons.
True acceptance within the Sect is going to be a long time coming, but Lan Zhan is patient and utterly determined down to his bones to see it through. There are few things he canât accomplish when both of these traits are put to use.
âZhan-er,â Madam Lan says softly at his side now and he looks up to meet her eyes, full of warmth and fondness that still melts his heart, as heâs sure will be the case for the rest of his life. âDonât be nervous. Heâll come.â If Lan Zhan were the blushing type, he might have at that. Living with his mother over the last year or so - ostensibly to be raised by her while in actuality to hide the truth of his condition and make plans to improve the future - has been better than he could have ever imagined. It has also, however, resulted in another person (besides Wei Ying) whoâs actually perfectly capable of reading him in ways that make him feel unexpectedly exposed, and while of course he trusts his mother to be kind and understanding in her knowing of him, itâs still a strange feeling. Heâs getting used to it though - heâs overjoyed to have the chance to get used to it.
He nods once and reaches up to take her hand as movement down the path from the gate becomes visible.
âLan-furen.â
Lan Qirenâs voice is cold behind them and Lan Zhan doesnât even bother turning to look at him. He only has eyes for the Jiang delegation making their way up the stairs, his eyes straining to find a hint of the only person from Yunmeng he cares about seeing. Lan Qirenâs surprisingly petty disapproval of Madam Lan is a familiar irritation by now, one not nearly as deserving of his attention as the possibility of being reunited with his husband.
âGrandmaster,â Madam Lan replies, utterly serene as if she canât even hear the edge of anger in Lan Qirenâs tone. âYou didnât bring Huan-er with you.â
âHe has lessons. It is not appropriate to bring young children to formal greetings.â
âOh dear,â she replies so dryly Lan Zhan very nearly finds the will to look away from the Jiang Sect still making their way up the stairs to look at her and share in the joke instead. Almost. âI was under the impression that Zhan-erâs manners are so lovely already, he should get a chance to practice with others outside of the Sect. Heâs been working so hard, it only seemed fair.â
If Lan Qiren has a reply to that, propriety demands he keep it to himself as the Jiang Sect representatives have finally drawn near enough to make casual conversation too difficult to keep private.
Lan Zhan does not crane his neck nor does he start trying to push his way through the gathered cultivators, but to be entirely honest that has more to do with his motherâs hand still wrapped around his than any thoughts of exhibiting proper behavior. For a handful of anxious moments he canât help but take note of the fact that Jiang Fengmian is, oddly, not at the front of the delegation. The reason becomes clear when the cultivators part to reveal their Sect Leader trying and just barely succeeding to contain a wriggling toddler with as much dignity as one can muster when wrestling with â and losing against - an extremely determined child.
His heart feels ready to leap out of his chest and straight into his husbandâs tiny hands, currently curled into fists in the front of Jiang Fengmianâs robes as he pulls and tugs at them, crying something about not wanting to be apart from him. He desperately hopes that itâs for show. If he has somehow lost his husband through this experiment of theirs of course he will love this Wei Ying as desperately as he ever has, but he wonât be able to keep himself from mourning for the version of him that he lost. Again.
âA-Ying, you have to let go,â Jiang Fengmian is pleading quietly as everyone goes still and the silence that descends quickly turns awkward for everyone who is not Jiang Fengmian and Wei Ying. Or Lan Zhan, for that matter - he couldnât care less if they all just stare at each other in silence for the entire afternoon, though it would make for a remarkably unproductive first day of a discussion conference. That is, thankfully, not his responsibility anymore.
âOh dear,â Madam Lan tuts again, but this time itâs much softer than just moments ago. âJiang-zongzhu,â she calls and offers a salute, though she doesnât release Lan Zhanâs hand to do it so it ends up a bit lopsided. âMight myself and my son be of some assistance?â
âYour -â Jiang Fengmianâs puzzled look only grows as he glances down at him, no doubt wondering just who he and Madam Lan are and why theyâre at the gates along with Lan Qiren to escort them beyond the wards. âOh. Thank you. Perhaps. A-Ying?â
Lan Zhan watches with his hands clenched once again into tight fists and his knees tensed as if to run as Wei Ying lifts his head reluctantly from Jiang Fengmianâs shoulder to look down at him, his cheeks wet with tears and his eyes red-rimmed.
âUncle Jiang,â he whines, sounding like heâs on the verge of beginning to cry again, but Jiang Fengmian can clearly see that as well and he hurries to try to soothe him.
âIt wonât be for long, A-Ying, and you can have a new friend, just like A-Cheng and A-Li. Alright?â
Wei Ying sniffles and scrubs his face on his sleeve before he peeks tentatively down at Lan Zhan again standing there practically vibrating with the desire to drag Wei Ying into a hug and never let go. His motherâs hand around his is a gentle restraint but after a moment she lets go and puts a hand on his back as if to âcoaxâ him forward, though naturally he needs no convincing. Lan Zhan steps forward and he only manages to maintain a measured pace by force of habit, and because his knees are shaking so much heâs afraid he would trip if he were to move any faster.
When he reaches the pair he looks up and, after a moment, he holds a hand up as well as he searches desperately for a sign that Wei Ying is just putting on an act for the sake of their ruse. If he is, Lan Zhan can find no fault in it and an interesting mix of dread and deep-rooted affection tangle messily together in his chest. He can do some things alone to fix what went wrong the first time, but heâs afraid that what only he can accomplish wonât be enough to give Wei Ying - and everyone else - the gentler, more carefree life they had intended.
Wei Ying scrubs at his face again and hides in Jiang Fengmianâs shoulder for a moment before he starts wriggling again, this time with the clear intention of clambering down out of his arms. Lan Zhan lets his hand drop again and takes a step back to give Jiang Fengmian room to set Wei Ying down and he somehow looks even smaller like this, standing there hunched inwards and scrubbing at his face even as he reaches out to take Lan Zhanâs hand in his and hold it in a death grip.
Whatever the rest of the adults say over their heads is lost on Lan Zhan as he patiently guides Wei Ying to Madam Lanâs side, his heart hammering in his ears loudly enough to drown everything else out. Whether this boy is âhisâ Wei Ying or not is utterly irrelevant in this moment. Wei Ying is Wei Ying, and Lan Zhan is utterly devoted to him in any circumstances, in any life they may find themselves in. And right here, right now, he has the chance to love him wholeheartedly from the start, and so he will.
âLetâs go home,â Madam Lan ushers gently, herding the two of them in front of her with careful hands on their backs. They leave the cultivators behind quickly as they take the path that branches off to circle around the main areas of Cloud Recesses and head directly for the residences.
Theyâre walking along a relatively secluded part of the path and Wei Yingâs sniffles have slowed when Lan Zhan glances at Wei Ying in concern as his hand somehow tightens in his grip even further. All the breath is punched right out of his lungs when he spots that achingly familiar mischievous smirk on Wei Yingâs lips and then, as if that wasnât enough evidence, Wei Ying winks.
âWei Ying!â Lan Zhan hisses and the three of them stop dead in their tracks, Wei Yingâs eyes going wide as he darts a wary glance towards Madam Lan still behind them.
âLan Zhan?â
âOh wonderful,â Madam Lan says, her smile so wide it warms her voice as well as her features. âThat was quite a show, Wei Wuxian, I would expect nothing less after what Zhan-er has told me.â
â...What!?â
âWei Ying.â Wei Yingâs eyes are still wide and beginning to look a little panicked as he turns his gaze sharply on Lan Zhan again. Lan Zhan glances around to make sure theyâre otherwise alone before he steps forward to wrap his arms tightly around Wei Yingâs waist.
And just like that heâs got a Wei Ying-shaped burr clinging to him with every trembling limb, which Lan Zhan is certainly more than okay with.
âMother knows,â he says as succinctly as he can. âIt is alright, Wei Ying.â
âO-oh, okay,â he wavers. Lan Zhan holds him tighter and lets the rabbiting of Wei Yingâs heart calm his own.
âMissed Wei Ying,â he says quietly into Wei Yingâs shoulder and his husband laughs wetly.
Madam Lan delicately clears her throat and cautions, âI donât want to break this up but we are still on the path, Zhan-er.â
âItâs okay Lan-furen,â Wei Ying is quick to reassure. Lan Zhan releases him with enormous reluctance when he tries to pull away enough to at least put his feet back on the ground. âIâm sorry, I just -â
âYou do not need to apologize.â Lan Zhan has the absolute privilege of watching Wei Ying - so small, so cute - blink owlishly up at Madam Lan as he reacts to her affectionate soothing. She takes advantage of his stunned silence to continue. âYou two have done the impossible, and I imagine it was as difficult for you to be apart from Zhan-er as it has been for him. There is nothing at all for you to apologize for.â
Lan Zhan is alarmed but not exactly surprised to see Wei Yingâs wide eyes go shiny with unshed tears as he looks up at Madam Lan, his chin wobbling dangerously. Lan Zhan is, after all, well aware both of how deeply Wei Yingâs emotions run under his cheerful veneer as well as how difficult it is to keep such strong feelings in check in these young bodies not yet equipped for it.
âI know that you are technically a grown man and you are capable of a great many things I canât really imagine, but may I carry you back to the Jingshi?â Madam Lan says next when itâs clear that Wei Ying isnât going to be able to reply. In the fraction of a second it takes Lan Zhan to blink Wei Ying practically flings himself across the space between them and Madam Lan hurries to scoop him up and put him on her hip, where he immediately burrows into her shoulder like he had been doing with Jiang Fengmian.
Lan Zhan settles in at her side as they begin walking again, one hand stretched up to curl around Wei Yingâs ankle as a silent reassurance for both of them that theyâre together again, that this time fate has, against all odds, been merciful.
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If his companions were anyone else, Wei Ying would have never allowed himself to break down like this. But itâs Lan Zhan, and actually heâs pretty sure that even were Madam Lan not his mother-in-law, even had he not gotten some sort of understanding of her from the few soft recollections he had managed to coax out of Lan Zhan over the years, he still might have been this helpless in the face of the soul-deep kindness she wears openly like an extra layer of robes, warm in the chill of Cloud Recesses.
His relationship with Madam Yu is infinitely better than what it had been in his first childhood, but considering what that had been, that isnât exactly a glowing endorsement. She doesnât hate him at least. She is polite to him on occasions that are about half as frequent as her few gentle moments with her own children, but her corrections to his behavior and theirs are always similar. So far she also seems to be uninterested in comparing him to Jiang Cheng, which is truly all he could have thought to ask for, and heâs infinitely grateful for these changes.
But this strange sort of tentative truce with Madam Yu canât hold the flicker of a candle to the understanding and kindness Madam Lan has already extended to him - he thinks itâs only natural that he would gravitate towards such a presence, even were he not related to her by marriage. For as much as Lan Zhan so clearly loved (and loves) her, his halting moments of extolling her virtues had not prepared Wei Ying for the truth of her. And, much the same as a year ago when he had first allowed Madam Yu to pick him up and hold him - he is still very small, though certainly not as tired as he had been then, and it feels just as wonderful now as it had then to be picked up and held by a mother-figure. No one will ever be able to replace Cangse Sanren and he will long for his mother for the rest of eternity, but he can soothe some of the ache like this.
They reach the Jingshi and Wei Ying doesnât protest as heâs set down on his feet again, mostly because it leaves him free to turn his full attention to Lan Zhan, standing there in his little robes and his ribbon, appropriately sized for a toddler. He feels giddiness slip in where he had been feeling raw in response to Madam Lanâs kindness and he allows it to take over, to stretch his lips into an impish grin as he darts forward to smash Lan Zhanâs face between his hands.
âLan Zhan!!â he canât help but shout, an almost manic joy curling through his chest. He wants to hug Lan Zhan, he wants to run circles around him, he wants to squish his cheeks and gobble him up like a steamed bun. Lan Zhan accepts the full force of his unfettered excitement with his usual fond exasperation, standing still to let Wei Ying walk circles around him to poke him and pinch him and exclaim, âLan Zhan youâre so cute!! Look at your little hands! And your cheeks!! Youâre so small!â
That earns him Lan Zhanâs version of an eye-roll, which means Lan Zhan squints at him with his eyes that are still slightly too big for his tiny features, overwhelming and arrestingly adorable even as he narrows them and says, âWei Ying is smaller.â
âAiyah, I know isnât it ridiculous? At least we already know weâre both going to grow up to be nice and tall. Oh! Lan Zhan!! Let me check your core. Do you feel okay? Any side effects from the array? Did it hurt? Were you scared? Has it been hard to get used to being so tiny? Does anybody suspect anything?â
Lan Zhan doesnât even bother to try to answer Wei Yingâs rapid-fire questions, he just lifts his hands to pull his sleeve out of the way of his wrist so Wei Ying can press his fingertips to his pulse. The overwhelming strength of his core nearly knocks Wei Ying flat on his ass - not only has he maintained his previous level of cultivation, heâs somehow significantly stronger, and Wei Ying laughs aloud to feel the thundering pulse of it echoing along his own meridians before he withdraws his hand again.
âLan Zhan you show-off,â he teases as he cackles. âYouâll be an immortal by 15 at this rate!â
âNot by 15,â Lan Zhan sniffs with a bit of disdain, but Wei Ying of course notices that he doesnât deny that he will at some point stop needing to measure his age as he will simplyâŠcontinue existing.
âWeâll see - do you do anything at all but meditate?? It feels like youâve added years to it already.â
âMeditation is an acceptable activity when the Sect expects me to be taking my lessons from Mother.â
âOooo so smart, Lan Zhan, I should have come up with a way to get out of mine. Theyâre so boring but I get to take them with A-Cheng so itâs okay.â
Lan Zhan, seemingly reassured that Wei Ying is done poking and prodding at him, chooses that moment to step forward and fold him into another hug and Wei Ying instantly melts into it with a sigh, his arms tight around Lan Zhanâs waist.
âI missed you so much, Lan Zhan,â he whispers softly, such a far cry from his happy yelling of a few moments ago. âI hate being apart.â
âMn. We will not be so again.â
Itâs pretty enough to hear but Wei Ying knows that theyâll have to part again eventually - when this discussion conference is over, for instance, and heâll be expected to return to Yunmeng with Uncle Jiang. He doesnât see a need to spoil their reunion with such technicalities, though. Instead he just tucks himself into Lan Zhan and lets himself be held for so long they only pull apart when his stomach growls.
âYou need to eat,â Lan Zhan says instantly and Wei Ying laughs, a happy giggle as Lan Zhan pulls him by the hand over to a table and sits him down, a very determined look on his serious little face. And Wei Ying knowsthat theyâre adults, theyâre grown, theyâre fathers - but Lan Zhan is so adorable like this! He canât resist reaching out to pinch his cheek like he used to do to A-Yuan, which Lan Zhan thankfully allows with very minimal glaring.
âOh dear,â Madam Lan suddenly laughs and Wei Ying jerks his hand back as he remembers they have an audience, and that said audience is his mother-in-law. âZhan-er, I didnât know anyone was allowed to pinch your cheeks. May I?â
âNo need,â he harrumphs and retreats, cheeks and ears bright red, and Wei Ying laughs until he falls over onto his back, too relieved and happy to be back with his husband in their home to think about containing himself.
âLan-furen -â he begins once he has finally composed himself a little, but she immediately waves him off.
âThereâs no need for that here. From what I hear youâve been family for quite some time, and this is just as much your home as it is mine. I believe such official titles are unnecessary here.â
Wei Ying blinks at that, unsure of what exactly heâs supposed to say to that. Thankfully Lan Zhan chooses that moment to return to the table with congee (Lan food, Wei Ying thinks with a mental sigh).
âYou are my husband,â Lan Zhan begins with the smallest hint of a smile twitching in his cheeks as he says it. âShe is your mother-in-law. Her name is..â Lan Zhan trails off rather uncharacteristically and Wei Ying instantly widens his eyes, eyebrows ticking up with open concern as he makes a questioning noise in the back of his throat. âHer name is Wen Yun. You should call her Yun-gu.â
Wen.
WEN?!
âWen Yun?!â he yelps once his higher brain functions have marginally returned. âWen?â he asks again, turning his shocked stare on Madam Lan, who looks as serene as she had before this earth-shattering revelation.
âZhan-er has told me I have you to thank for providing protection for some members of my family,â she says softly and Wei Ying is unsurprised to find that heâs choking on tears again â he cries a lot these days both for show and simply because itâs difficult not to when his emotions run so high. âYour kindness and your sense of justice will not be forgotten, though I sincerely hope they will not be needed again for this purpose.â
And just like that Wei Ying is sobbing. With the Jiangs and now Lan Zhan returned to him, it seems itâs finally time for him to have the space to grieve for the Wens all over again. Heâs done it before, of course - too many times to count. But it hits him anew that this time he hopefully wonât need to, he can save them too this time like he couldnât before, and his mind suddenly floods with memories heâs been fighting hard for years to keep at bay for his own sanityâs sake.
Wen Qing brushing her slender fingers over the ropes and talismans holding her brother in one piece while Wei Ying had called for his wandering soul over and over. Wen Ning and his gentle face splattered in mud and gore in stark flashes of lighting, his lifeless visage suspended in glistening drops of rain each time the sky lit up. A-Yuan clinging to his legs too many times to count, calling him âXian-gegeâ and holding his little arms up to be held. Uncle Four and his wine and his hands so accustomed to farming after a lifetime of coaxing a living from the earth. Granny Wenâs gentle fussing over any- and everyone, her kindness and love for the broken remains of their family. The small cluster of aunties mending everybodyâs rough, workworn clothes the best they could with needles he had carved for them out of bones he found while cleansing the planting fields.
âShh Wei Ying,â Lan Zhan murmurs softly in his ear and Wei Ying becomes aware that heâs not alone, his husbandâs tiny arms are wrapped around him and his forehead pressed to his temple. âThey are alive, itâs alright. You will see them all again.â
It takes a while longer for the worst of his surge of grief to work its way through him but he manages it eventually. It helps that Lan Zhan â who by now knows well the shape of his grief - refuses to let go of him the entire time, his arms tight around him to hold all the broken pieces of him together until he can do it for himself again. Madam Lan for her part, simply watches and waits with the sort of calm patience Wei Ying has only ever seen in Lan Zhan and Lan Xichen. At least now he knows precisely where it came from.
âIâm s-â
âDo not apologize to me - I can see it in your eyes, â she says when he can finally muster up the strength to speak. He snaps his mouth shut with a little click and leans heavily into Lan Zhanâs chest, suddenly tired. He has to say, thatâs his least favorite part about being a kid again so far - heâs full of energy, full of energy, full of energy, and then all the sudden he crashes with almost no warning. His stomach is still growling though and so he frees one arm to reach out and dutifully start eating the congee Lan Zhan had brought him, his other hand curled tightly into Lan Zhanâs sleeve to keep him right there while he eats.
âWe have to save them,â he says quietly when heâs about halfway through his little meal. âI donât care what it takes. I failed them once, I canât again.â
âWe will,â Lan Zhan soothes. âWe will make it so they do not need saving at all, they will flourish.â
Wei Ying finds that he really has nothing to say to that so he simply nods and snuggles closer to Lan Zhan as he finishes eating. He canât keep himself from yawning widely almost as soon as the last spoonful is gone and Lan Zhan, being Lan Zhan, immediately bullies him up and over towards his bed despite Wei Yingâs laughing protests. In hardly any time at all he finds himself wrapped up in a little blanket burrito too tightly to move.
âHey,â he protests weakly, already well aware that when Lan Zhan is in a mood like this thereâs no swaying him.
âRest,â he says in a tone that brooks absolutely no argument.
âYou canât really expect me to be able to sleep when I finally found you again,â Wei Ying retorts, though his argument would probably be more impressive were he not blinking long and slow and fighting not to yawn again. Thankfully Lan Zhan just blinks at him for a long moment before he clambers up to join him, laying down on his side facing him to press their foreheads together, the metal cloud in the center of his ribbon warm with his body heat.
âRest,â he says again, his voice gentle and sweet. Wei Ying canât help but smile at that, Lan Zhanâs cute little childâs voice, and he loses the fight against his eyelids (and the adrenaline crash) as Lan Zhan reaches up to stroke his hair back from his temple.
Heâs not quite sure how long he sleeps for, but when something disturbs his rest itâs still light outside at least, and Lan Zhan is still laying with him with his eyes shut, though whether itâs in sleep or in deep meditation is impossible to tell.
âThe boys are sleeping,â Madam Lan says softly. âA-Ying was tired when he calmed down and Zhan-er needed a nap as well, come back for him later.â
âLan-furen I apologize for the intrusion,â a low voice replies and Wei Ying wakes up a little further as he recognizes it as Jiang Fengmian. âA-Ying has been very afraid of being apart from me since he learned of the discussion conference, I only want to make sure that heâs doing alright.â
âZhan-er helped distract him from his distress,â Madam Lan replies smoothly and Wei Ying has to duck his head to hide his face in the blankets so he can giggle too quietly for anyone but Lan Zhan to possibly hear. âTheyâre quite taken with each other, thank you for bringing him with you. I understand that it is not typically done.â
âThank you for offering to take him for the day. I didnât think that word had reached ahead that we would have A-Ying with us, it was aâŠlast-minute decision.â
Wei Ying has to hide another giggle as Jiang Fengmian so delicately dances around the truth, which is that the morning of his departure two days prior Wei Ying had clung onto his robes like a burr and wailed and wailed until he and Madam Yu had agreed that his separation anxiety was too strong for him to stay in Lotus Pier while Jiang Fengmian left. It wasnât entirely a lie, anyway â he still struggled with having any of his family out of his sight for too long. He canât help but fear that each time will be the last, though heâs getting better with it. He justâŠhammed it up a bit, just enough to be brought along.
âOh I didnât know to expect him,â Madam Lan deflects. âI wanted Zhan-er to practice greeting people he hasnât met before, we were simply lucky that we were there and that they seem to approve of each other.â
âMay I see him?â
âHow long does he usually sleep when he naps?â
âA few hours.â
âAh he should wake soon then. Alright,â Madam Lan allows and Wei Ying closes his eyes again to watch surreptitiously through his lashes as she lets Jiang Fengmian into the Jingshi. ItâsâŠextremely strange to see the man in the space that Wei Ying very much still thinks of as his home despite having lived in Lotus Pier for the last year since the array. Perhaps âjarringâ is a better word for this collision of his past and present andâŠfuture?
He no longer knows how to think about time. It doesnât move in an easy, linear fashion for him anymore. His past has become his present and yet he also longs for the things that he and Lan Zhan had left behind when they did this, the things that no longer exist how he knows them. He misses their son and their rabbits and everything that they had been sharing with each other since he woke in Mo Xuanyuâs body. He is a child of Lotus Pier, he runs and laughs and swims and plays with his siblings as any child should. He is the Yiling Laozu, he still remembers the screams of the dead and dying. He has nightmares full of blood and corpses, some of them friends, most of them strangers. He can usually ignore this strange doubling of his life, but here in Cloud Recesses with Jiang Fengmian, the face of Lotus Pier, in the midst of it, itâsâŠhe doesnât know how to handle it.
Whether itâs because he heard his mother talking, or heâs responding to the sudden tension in Wei Yingâs entire body, or perhaps simply because of lucky timing, Lan Zhanâs eyes flutter open just in time for Wei Yingâs breathing to grow a little too erratic as his heart pounds in his chest.
Lan Zhan nuzzles closer and sneaks a bare ghost of a kiss to his lips, soft as butterfly wings and nothing but sweet, chaste reassurance. As far as Wei Ying is concerned, it shows just as much love and care as every other kiss theyâve shared over the years and it works to remind him that at least heâs not facing this alone. Lan Zhan must be subjected to the same sort of confusion as well, living in their home with his once-long-dead, now-very-alive mother and reconciling the past he remembers with the present they had left behind to become their future once again. Or is it still their future when it wonât happen again?
Wei Ying has spent hours thinking himself in circles worrying over the same questions, his natural inquisitiveness unable to leave the problem alone even though he recognizes that answers to such things are impossible. As far as heâs aware, after all, this has never been done before. He and Lan Zhan only have each other to rely on in this, and while he doesnât need anybody else it is sometimes disconcerting to realize that for perhaps the first time in either of their lives they are truly alone together against the world.
At least in this one way, he amends, because as Jiang Fengmian approaches the bed and reaches out carefully over Lan Zhan to run a hand through his hair Wei Ying is reminded that though his family will never know or understand what he has faced, theyâre still his family. Theyâre still here. He and Lan Zhan can have their families back at least, even if their loved ones will never know or understand what has happened to them before.
He stirs as if waking and blinks one eye open to squint up at Jiang Fengmian with a little moue, bottom lip sticking out and a frown pinching between his brows.
âA-Ying, it is time to go to our own rooms.â
âNo,â he pouts and wriggles one of his arms far enough out of his blanket cocoon to curl his fingers tightly in Lan Zhanâs robes. âStaying with Zhanzhan.â
Lan Zhanâs eyes narrow at him and Wei Ying just barely manages not to crack up at his obvious disapproval of the nickname.
âA-Ying ââ
âZhanzhan is my husband!â he declares and that earns him a wide-eyed glare from Lan Zhan that finally does break his pout into a wide grin. âI want to stay!â
âOh dear,â Madam Lan tuts from behind her hand and Wei Ying is positivethat itâs to hide a smile. âI did say they were quite taken with each other. Children say such silly things every once in a while, Jiang-zongzhu, I am not offended.â
âA-Ying you are too young to marry. Lan-er-gongzi is not your husband.â
âMy husband!â Wei Ying protests and he lets go of Lan Zhanâs robes to instead take his hand, and because Lan Zhan canât deny him anything he wants he tangles their fingers together, turns onto his back, and sits up and look up at Jiang Fengmian with his solemn little face. Wei Ying watches him blink a few times and then give a decisive nod, slow and ponderous.
âMarried to A-Ying.â
It takes everything in his little body not to burst out laughing at the utterly nonplussed look on Jiang Fengmianâs face â in fact heâs trembling with the effort of keeping himself mildly under control, though his grin has certainly crossed over into âmanicâ. He looks at Madam Lan halfway across the room only for her to wink at him and he loses his battle of wills. With all the renewed energy from his nap he manages to squirm out of the blanket Lan Zhan had wrapped him in to throw his arms around his husband and hug him tightly, squishing their cheeks together and looking up at Jiang Fengmian with laughter dancing in his eyes.
âMarried to Zhanzhan!â
Jiang Fengmian sighs and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing at his eyes. Wei Ying has absolutely made himself known as a mischievous little sprite of a child over the last year so heâs sure that Jiang Fengmian isnât surprised, but heâs also quite sure that heâs currently thinking of the propriety and stuffiness of the Lan and wondering just how heâs going to get out of this one. Wei Ying, of course, has no intention of letting this get swept under the rug like a standard childhood affection might.
âLan-furen,â he begins, sounding pained as he turns around to face her, and Wei Ying takes the opportunity to sneak a quick, silent peck of a kiss to Lan Zhanâs chubby cheek as thanks for humoring him. âI apologize for imposing further but may I leave A-Ying here while I fetch Lan Qiren?â
âMay I ask why you would like to involve my brother-in-law?â
âIf you areâŠamenable, it is..not outside of our practices to arrange a betrothal.â
âReally? So young?â she asks and this time she sounds genuinely surprised. Wei Ying is less so as he is, of course, aware of Jiang Yanliâs betrothal to Jin Zixuan since their infancies, but that had been arranged by the close relationship of Yu Ziyuan with her sworn sister, not the choices of the children in question. The idea that a betrothal could be proposed for him and Lan Zhan based first and foremost on their affection for each other isa bit of a surprise, but heâs not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
âIf you are opposed of course we need not pursue it, itâs childish fantasy on their part. But I donât see a reason why we shouldnât secure a strong allyship between our Sects. If the children are already fond of each other it may one day bloom into a good match.â
Oh Uncle Jiang you have no idea, Wei Ying thinks to himself with poorly-disguised glee.
âMarried to Zhanzhan!!â he shouts, practically vibrating with the joy of the idea of being able to make that true literally as soon as physically possible. Of course he knows that that probably means theyâll have to wait until theyâre teenagers at least, but thatâs worlds better than how long he had made Lan Zhan wait the first time.
âNo yelling,â Lan Zhan reminds him softly with a squeeze of his fingers and Wei Ying allows the correction with a nod as he lays his head down on Lan Zhanâs shoulder.
Whether Lan Qiren agrees to a betrothal now or later doesnât matter. Whether Jiang Fengmian is willing to humor him now with the expectation that heâll forget about Lan Zhan when theyâre no longer in the same place together is irrelevant. What matters is that he has his husband back, and while he knows that heâll have to leave him behind briefly to return to Lotus Pier, now that he knows they have an ally in Madam Lan heâs sure that heâll be able to sneak Lan Zhan some letters, and receive some in return. And theyâll grow up together, and theyâll help everyone they can, and Wei Ying is going to get a lifetime to love him with everything he has.
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Thomas, Bo, Jason reacting to hearing their baby laugh for the first time?
The Slashers hearing their baby laugh for the first time
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Thomas Hewitt
It was late in the afternoon when Thomas sat down on the porch, exhausted from a day of work. He knew you were in the kitchen, or maybe in the living room. He knew your plan for today had been to make apple jam with Luda Mae and, of course, taking care of your baby. A little longer than three months ago you had given birth to your sweet baby girl. She was a fairly quiet child and didnât cause a lot of trouble. She was a happy kid too, something that made Thomas happy as well. He was scared for the child throughout your whole pregnancy. He was afraid the baby would be deformed like him, that the girl would have to face the same hatred he had to face growing up and even now, he was afraid she wouldnât be healthy, he was afraid she wouldnât be happy. But none of that seemed to be the case. She was a beautiful baby, Thomas insisted she looked just like you, she was healthy and she was happy. Most babies werenât unhappy, but this one, his baby, seemed to be special, Thomas was sure about that. He had told you once and you had laughed, saying that he thought so because this was his child, saying that other fathers would probably say the same about their children, but he didnât care. As he thought back to that day he decided he should look after you two. Walking inside he heard the TV in the living room, but when he walked past it he only spotted Monty and Hoyt. He didnât hear anyone talking, except for Julian Winston, as he told Toni Simmons that he was the biggest bastard in the whole world, earning a dry laugh from his uncles. He didnât like watching TV, although he found this particular Comedy somewhat entertaining. He didnât stop to watch for a little longer though. He wanted to see you and he wanted to see his baby girl. He had only had a chance this morning when you three, or rather two, as your girl was the reason for this, had woken up. And since he hadnât heard any talking he assumed mama wasnât there, so he could spend some family time, involving only the three of you.
You sat on one of the old wooden chairs, the sweet girl placed in your lap, as you excitedly moved the spoon towards her, moving it up and down and making noises that most likely were supposed to imitate the ones of a plane. You were even more excited than the kid. Smiling widely you looked up at him. âFresh apple jam,â you stated. âMama and I made it, itâs good. She seems to like it too! Do you want to taste it?â He shook his head. He didnât want to taste the apple jam; heâd rather watch his child taste the apple jam. You handed him the spoon. Irritated he looked at you, but you nodded towards the little girl. You wanted him to feed her. Now he was just as excited as you, as he took the spoon and moved it towards your daughter, imitating your motions from earlier. She looked at him and then at the spoon, her eyes fixated on its movements. And then it happened. At first it was just a small giggle, he had heard that before. But the longer she watched the spoon the louder her giggles became, until she was wholeheartedly laughing. His eyes were wide and there was a glimmer in them he himself wouldâve been surprised about if he had seen it. He wouldâve never thought he could find this kind of happiness and yet here he was. With you. And with his child. He joined in on the laughter and soon did you, enjoying the uncommon, but welcomed peace you had found.
Bo Sinclair
Bo hadnât been as hyper as he had been for the last five months ever since he had been fifteen and thought he could actually find a new family and the system would not fail him. Well, the system had failed him and he did not get to have a family. Until five months ago. His relationship with you was difficult. Not because you were difficult, not because he didnât actually want you or the relationship, but because he was difficult and loving Bo Sinclair was hard, he made sure it was. Nevertheless, you made it work. It wasnât easy, but it wasnât a bad relationship. And now you werenât only a couple, you were parents. You were a family. It was something he had always wanted and yet he had hated the idea of it. Children, yikes. What if they would be as troublesome as he had been? But now his boy was here and he was a joy to be around. A sassy kid, happy and cheeky. His son filled him with pride and he had never felt more like a man than he did when he came home, seeing you in the living room or in the bedroom and sometimes in the kitchen, the child in your arms. He had never felt more like a man than when he came home to his family.
That was why he was so hyper, as hyper as usually only teenagers could be, when he slammed the door to your shared house open. He was full of excitement when he walked into the house. Of course he always tried his best to hide his happiness and tried to maintain serious and manly, but it didnât always work. Today seemed to be one of those days, where he just couldnât pretend he wasnât completely, entirely filled with joy. You laid on the couch, the boy in your arms, playing with your hair. You were exhausted from how you had spent your day, but unfortunately your son wasnât. He was still very energetic. Bo walked over to the couch and immediately picked up the boy, spinning him around excitedly, but carefully. âHowâs my boy? Hm? How are ya lilâ man?â You didnât need to look up to know Bo was smiling widely. âLooks like you wore mommy down, huh? Ya got that from me!â He poked the young boyâs side, making him giggle. He loved making his son happy. There would come a time when he would teach his son how to be a man. It was what he had been most excited about ever since he had known his child would be male. But for now his child was just a toddler and he knew that. He didnât want to treat him like anything different; he wanted him to have an actual childhood, a happy childhood. He poked his side once more, then the other and then he started tickling him. The young boy was giggling and breathing heavily, as if something was building up inside of him, until he burst into laughter. Bo had never actually heard a baby laugh before. Children? Sure. Babies? Not so much. He knew he could make his kid giggle, but hearing him laugh almost made him tear up. He could make his son happy. He could make him laugh, he could make him have a happy childhood. That was all he wanted and it looked like he was doing a fairly good job.
Jason Voorhees
Jason never thought he would have children. Sex, of course, was the main problem when it came to that. And now here he was, sitting in the grass in front of the cabin, his son crawling towards him, as you pretended to âchaseâ him. More or less, he couldnât walk yet. He was only four months old. Jason had to admit, he was beautiful. He would have never thought that his child could be so beautiful, but he was. He was sure he was because you were. He curiously watched the toddler crawling towards him, coming closer and closerâŠalthough it took quite a lot of time. Jason wasnât impatient, so he observed him. He loved the little guy, he really did. He loved you, too. He loved how you loved him and he loved how you loved your son. It reminded him of his own mother, how she had loved him, cared for him and protected him. She was gone now. Sometimes he missed her, but he was a man now, he wasnât a boy anymore. He didnât need his motherâs protection and he didnât need her commands anymore. He was the one who protected now; he protected his own family. And he could make his own decisions now. You had helped him learning that.
A soft smile made its way onto his lips as the boy finally arrived at his destination, his fatherâs lap, and you made a defeated sound, which was obviously fake, but it made the boy giggle. He carefully stroked his head. He then held it with one hand, leaning on the other. âAre you guys having a staring contest?â you asked jokingly. Jason was too focused on his son to give you an answer. Undoubtedly, he looked like you, but he did have his fatherâs eyes, that was for sure. The color and the shape, yes, those were his eyes. He gently patted the childâs head, while nodding, proud that he figured this little detail out. The young boy observed him and then joined in on the movement. It was a funny scene, both of them nodding in concentration as they stared at each other. It made you smile and then it made you laugh and then your laughter made your son smile and then your laughter made him laugh too. It was the first time he was laughing. Jason watched him almost all the time; he had an eye on him whenever he could. His eyes lit up just a little more and he almost started laughing too. He wouldâve never thought having a family would make him so happy, but being here with his son and you, being surrounded by pure happiness, seeing and hearing it, he knew this was the only thing that could ever truly make him happy.
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Maggie always had some trouble understanding her son. When she was 27 and began to feel sick in the morning she knew what it meant. Her and went werenât exactly trying, but they werenât being cautious either. She prays for a girl and gives birth to a little boy on a cold night in March. The baby sneezes a lot, Maggie wraps him in blankets and sings to him while Went is at work, and tries not to feel the shade of blue Richieâs blankets are. The house is empty expect for her and baby and he cries, louder than a baby should cry, she thinks. She naps on the living room couch until he cries and then screams and she drags herself out of bed. When Richie says his first words, âdadaâ Maggie tries not to be upset, though sheâs been carrying him around and popping her lips to make the sound âmamaâ for months now.Â
But once baby starts talking he doesnât stop. Then, she has a talkative toddler who grows knotty black hair out of his head. No pinks or braids, but bugs and toy soldiers and a raggedy brown teddy bear. Maggie thinks he cries more than a boy should, even as young as he is. Heâll cry when he bites his tongue blabbering too fast, cry when teddy is missing for five minutes, cry when daddy is ten minutes late (she shouldnât have taught him how to read the clock, she thinks.) He wails and Maggie wipes his tears and tries not to think about how sheâd feel better if he was a girl.Â
The crying slows when heâs 7 and 8 with his first real pack of friends: Billy and Stanley. Theyâre polite boys who sit on either side of Richie in front of the TV while Richie explosively impersonates the cartoons. Heâs moved on from simply talking, now doing his âvoices.â Went loved coming home and hearing Richie at the dinner table do his best voices, but he hadnât heard Richie practicing all day like Maggie had. She tries not to get agitated, but finds herself saying âshh Richie,â in a harsher voice than she means to when sheâs combing his hair and trying to watch the news. At 9, Richie makes another new friend. Smaller than the rest in their little group, she notices, but a million times snippier, rolling his eyes and hiding his giggles at Richieâs voices. Heâs very polite to her âYes, Mrs. Tozier. Thank you Mrs. Tozier.â But his voice shakes a little when he talks to her. Eddie comes over more than the other two and Mrs Tozier starts getting calls from one Sonia Kaspbrak. And it all clicks into place why Eddieâs a little afraid of her.Â
That is until one day Eddie comes into the house crying (door always unlocked but Eddie usually knocked). Richie is still upstairs not knowing heâs arrived. Maggie drops her pan on the stove and comes into the hall, âEddie?â He comes racing into her arms with more force than a tiny nine year old should have and breathes in hitches, tears coming down his face. âEddie, sweetie what happened?â But he canât stop hyperventilating. The way Maggie did a few weeks before the delivery. She plucks him up and plops him on the counter and tells him to breathe slowly. After a while, he calms and tells her he fell off his bike and scrapped his elbows and please please donât tell mama or sheâll take away his bike and then he wonât be able to see Richie and bill and stanny anymore. He keeps saying it as she places a washcloth and bandaids on his cuts, please donât tell mama. He keeps muttering it over and over. Maggie promises not to. She tells Eddie to spend the night whenever he needs to, though her mind is playing the sound of Richieâs voices in the middle of the night that are loudest when Eddie is over. She promises she wonât tell his mama. âPinky swear?â He asks.  Sheâs seen the boys do it a million times, âPinky swear.â She says and locks her pinky with his impossiblily small one. Maggie doesnât know if she was meant to have children, but now that she does she will protect them.Â
When Richie turns 13, itâs all swears and dirty jokes and street fighter at the arcade. Heâs out of the house more and Maggie finds herself lonely at that. She takes up knitting and is sort of horrible at it, but sheâs getting there. Itâs still July, but sheâs taken out some orange yarn for a sweater Richie can wear come fall. Though Richie doesnât like to wear sweaters, she thinks. In the midst of knitting, the door opens and then slams. âRichie!â She chides to no witty response, only to the sound of running up the stairs. She drops her knitting and climbs the stairs to his room. She opens the door, âRichie you canât keep slamming the-â and sees Richieâs crying in a ball on his bed. âRichie? Whatâs wrong?â She softens and sits next to him, placing his head on her leg. âNothing,â he insists and keeps crying. âSweetie,â she says and lifts his head, he wonât meet her eye. He finally budges, âjust stupid shit.â He says. She wants to chide him for swearing, but she saves it. âAssholes calling me names.â âWhat kind of names she asks?â Richie bites his lips, eyes watering more, heâs trying so hard to hold back but heâs crying like he used to as a baby. âIâm sorry mom, Iâm sorry.â He says into her leg. She doesnât understand why heâs apologizing. But she coos and tells him itâs okay.
 She doesnât see Bill or Eddie or Stan or the new kids whose names she hasnât learned yet for a while. She worries about them. Especially Eddie. Until one day Richieâs bringing them all around again. Maggie is annoyed at their loudness but welcomes them nonetheless, glad her son has friends. She notices a girl as one of them. She finishes her sweater one day while just Eddie is over. There was friend time and then there was just Eddie time. Best friends she thinks and tries to ease the itch at the back of her mind. The two of them come down stairs. Eddie is still shorter than Richie, he probably always will be. Maggie tells Richie to try on the sweater while they look for a snack. Itâs too small on him. Maggie notices it would probably fit Eddie, itâs more Eddieâs style too. âEddie, do you want to try it?â She asks. Eddieâs face goes a little red, âOkay, sure.â He says and Richie peels it off and passes it to him.It fits Eddie perfectly, it brings out the hazel flecks in his eyes. She tells him to keep it. âThank you, Mrs. Tozier.â Later, the boys watch TV and before Maggie can bring them hot chocolate, she just watches them for a moment. Finds that Richie is staring at Eddie as Eddie looks at the TV. âWhat?â Eddie says finally. âN-nothing,â Richie stumbles in a way Maggieâs never heard before. A memory hits her,
What kind of names?Iâm sorry Iâm sorry Iâm sorry.
She remembers an old wish, for Richie to be a girl, but this time she wishes it for his sake. But he isnât a girl. She knows what it means, the look he gave Eddie. Maggie doesnât know if she was meant to have children, but now that she does, she will always love them. Â
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The Perfect Cake
[OH MY GOD GUYS LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!!Â
A couple days ago, i suddenly remembered that I HAVE AN AO3 ACCOUNT. I completely forgot I had one. So I went back and looked at my works and holy hell guys, I had a ONESHOT BOOK! BUT I DIDNâT KNOW WHAT ONESHOTS WERE SO I CALLED THEMÂ âSanders Storiesâ, BECAUSE THEY WERE SANDERS SIDES. THEYâRE KIND OF CRAPPY BUT ALSO REALLY NOSTALGIC AND IâM SO HAPPY I FOUND THEM!!!!
This one particular one is called âThe Perfect Cake,â and iâm actually kind of proud of past me for it, even though itâs not that good. Itâs fluffy Logicality with a gallon of Patton angst because that is literally all Iâm good at writing.
So Iâm going to leave this here, as well as a link to the book! GUYS IâM JUST SO HAPPY!]
[In case youâre confused, the link I send will be to the whole book so the first chapter isnât the one that Iâm pasting here. This chapter, The Perfect Cake, is the second oneshot and the first one is prinxiety]
Link to book
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Pairings: Logicality
TW: Baking, feelings of worthlessness, crying, birthday, breakdown
Summary: Itâs Loganâs birthday tomorrow, and Patton is determined to bake the PERFECT cake for it (Even if he hasnât baked that much before.) Heâs trying his best, but he canât do it alone.
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Patton stood in the center of the kitchen.
He often had the same feeling in his stomach before he cooked something big; He had to mentally prepare himself for hours of work.
Logan's Birthday was tomorrow, and Patton had to make it the best possible birthday! This was the anniversary of the first day Thomas went to preschool- the day Logan was formed.
Patton remembered that day like it was yesterday. He remembered a small toddler with an intelligent sparkle in his eye knocking on the door of the commons, he remembered how he swore Patton's hugs might suffocate someone. He remembered growing up with him, and slowly falling in love, and-
Shoot. No. These emotions weren't logical, it was impossible for Logan to like Patton back. He had to stop thinking like that.
Illogical feelings or not, tomorrow was Logan's day to shine, and it had to be perfect. Patton had to bake the most amazing, most beautiful, most delicious cake ever to grace the Mind-scape.
Patton took a deep breath and got to work.
After a few hours, Patton had been worked to death. He had been trying and trying to make the perfect cake, but it was always just wrong, or the product of a mistake. His pink apron was wrinkled and dirty, and he had streaks of batter all over his face. He had started at 6 am, and it was now 8. He sighed and rubbed his face, grateful that he still had his optimism.
"Patton? You ok, Padre?"
Patton turned to find Roman standing in the kitchen doorway, eyes sparking with worry.
Patton smiled. "Oh, I'm alright, kiddo. Just trying to bake a cake for Logan. I can't seem to get it right."
Roman smirked and came in. "Want some help? I've never baked before, but I'll help if it's bothering you."
Patton grinned and gave the Prince a huge hug. "Thank you so much, kiddo! I'm sure you will be a great help!"
Oh, how wrong Patton had been.
Virgil had often joked about how Roman wouldn't stop singing to save his life, and Patton was pretty sure that was true. Every 5 minutes, just as they started to get some work done, the prince would start belting out lyrics to disney songs or dancing around the kitchen. They got as far as perfectly mixing the batter before Patton had to stop him.
"Look, kiddo..." Patton started, rubbing his hands together and trying to find a way to put this nicely. "You helped me make the perfect batter, and I am so proud of you for that, but I think maybe you should clock out? You have been a great help, but you... Um... Sing a lot." Patton winced, afraid Roman was going to be offended.
Roman nodded in understanding and put a hand on patton's shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about it. I know I can be distracting. Do you want me to go see if Virgil will help you?"
Patton nodded, thankful. "That would be great!"
Roman left the kitchen yelling "HOT TOPIC! PAT WANTS YOU!"
Patton watched him go with a proud smile, and then turned to clean up the kitchen.
Just as he was halfway through cleaning, Virgil came into the kitchen with his hood up. "Sup', Pop star?"
Patton grinned and gave Virgil a big hug, which the emo reluctantly returned. "My dark, strange son! I am baking a cake for Loganâs birthday, and I need your help!" Patton pulled away from Virgil, smiling. "Roman already helped me make the batter, but he can be a bit much in the kitchen. Would you mind helping out for the rest of the process?"
Virgil shrugged. "I have nothing better to do."
Patton knew that that was Virgil's way of saying "I would love to."
Virgil was very helpful cleaning up the kitchen. He had a sort of efficient way of doing things, just one after the other, not saying a word. It was kind of satisfying to watch.
It got a bit hectic after that, though. Once they were done cleaning, they had to pour the batter into the pans. It was going to be a big cake, like, "Corpse Bride" big. So they had to use multiple pans and lots of batter. Virgil had violently shaky hands, and had lots of trouble pouring the batter in. In the end, Patton had to pour all the batter himself, and the kitchen ended up very messy.
Virgil's eyeshadow was darker than when he had initially come in. "I-im sorry... I didn't mean to mess up, I just-"
Patton smiled at him and pulled him into a hug. "No no, you didn't do anything wrong, kiddo! You just had a little trouble with steadying your hands. I'm very proud of you for helping me clean up, but maybe we should get someone else to help us here? Maybe Jan?"
Virgil smirked sadly. "I think maybe i'll duck out for now, but I'll tell Janus you want his help."
"Thanks, son!"
Virgil stepped out of the kitchen yelling "HEY SNAKE BOY!"
Patton sighed. This was not going the way he had wanted it to. He did realize that if Janus ended up being bad at this, his last choice was Remus, and he was terrified of going down that road.
He had just cleaned the batter from the stovetop when Janus walked into the kitchen. "Hey Pat, did you need something?"
Pat smiled tiredly. "Hey, Janjan. I was going to bake a cake for Logan, but i'm having some trouble. Roman and Virge weren't so good at it, so I wanted to see if you would help?"
Jan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm tooooootally not disappointed that you worked with Emo and Sir Singalot before you thought about the second smartest person here," He said sarcastically.
"Mm-hm!" Patton managed to say before taking a deep breath to control himself.
Janus helped Patton bake the cake and even out the tops with a bread knife. The next thing they had to do was spread the buttercream filling on the layers so they could be stacked.
Jan looked in the fridge like Patton told him to. "I don't see the buttercream."
Patton walked over and scanned the fridge. It was gone.
He took a few deep breaths and ran a hand through his hair. "Where the heck is it? If I have to make more, I swear I will-"
"Make more of what?" Remus poked his head into the kitchen curiously.
"The buttercream filling for Logan's cake is gone."
Remus cocked his head. "Buttercream? Hmmm... OH! Yeah, I ate that."
Patton's eyes widened. "You did WHAT?" Remus smiled fearfully while Patton yelled. "THE ONE THING YOU EAT THAT IS ACTUAL FOOD, AND IT HAS TO BE THE BUTTERCREAM?"
For once, Janus looked worried. "Patton, are you ok? You aren't acting like yourself..."
The dad side breathed in and out rapidly, his hands running through his hair. He tried to calm himself down- He was the happy side, not the angry side. He could get through this. "I'm fine. I'm calm. I can do this."
"Gee, I'm sorry, Pat," Said Remus. He suddenly grinned. "I can throw it up for you, if you want!"
"NO! No, no. I think we will be ok," Janus said, pushing Remus out of the room. He turned to face Pat. "Patpat, are you ok?"
Janus sometimes called Patton Patpat, mostly as payback for Patton calling him Janjan. But when the two became good friends, they used them as nicknames instead.
"I'm fine, Janjan. I'm just having some feelings. Feelings are okay though! I'm ok."
Janus sighed. "If you say so."
They worked together to make a new batch of buttercream, allowing the cake to cool. The original buttercream had been baby blue, but Patton had no more baby blue dye, so they used indigo instead. They layered and stacked the cake with the buttercream, used support sticks to keep the cake from falling over, and then started to layer it with dark blue fondant.
Patton looked over at Janus. "Would you mind taking off the gloves? Sorry, but this is very delicate and I think you should use your bare hands."
Janus frowned. "I shouldn't. I have scales on my left hand, if I use it, it will leave a scale imprint on the fondant."
Patton blinked sadly at him. "Oh, ok."
Patton handled the fondant, and as he fit it into place, he thought the cake looked beautiful. "Only one thing left to do: DECORATE!!!"
Patton was an amazing decorator.
After years of theming cookies and cupcakes to each side, baking birthday cakes, and writing messages in crofters jelly for a scavenger hunt, Patton had a handle on how to make things look presentable. Right now, It was a giant 3-layer cake with blue fondant covering, but soon, it would be a masterpiece.
Janus coughed uncomfortably behind Patton. "Um... Since i'm not very good at this stuff... Can I go? I have my own present I wanted to work on."
Patton smiled at him. "Sure! Don't spoil anything to Lolo, ok?"
Deceit nodded and almost left the kitchen before turning back and saying, "Uh, hey, Patpat? Don't stress yourself out too much, 'Kay?"
Patton nodded back. "Of course."
Janus smiled, relieved, and left.
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Patton was SO TIRED.
It was 8 in the morning on Logan's Birthday. Patton had worked all night on that cake and when he had finally finished it, he went right to bed without doing anything in between. He had just woken up, feeling groggy and confused, but he made himself get out of bed because it was Logan's special day.
Logan woke up that day happy. He knew that a birthday was pointless, it was a celebration of one year passing in an entities life, it made no logical sense.
But if the other sides wanted to shower him with attention once per fricking year, he did not want to miss this chance.
Patton got out of bed the last out of all the others. Logan had woken up to the other four sides, Janus, Remus, Roman, and Virgil ready for him in the living room with gifts and treats. Logan had thought that Patton would be the first there, energized and grinning, the way he always was. But Patton was nowhere in sight.
When Patton did come out, he put on his best happy face and gave Logan the biggest hug he could muster.
Logan smiled a little. "To this day, I swear, your hugs might suffocate someone!"
Patton laughed and grinned at him, just happy he had gotten through yesterday.
First, they made breakfast. Jan made waffles with crofters jelly and eggs, and they all sat around the table reminiscing about the past. They talked about when logan first got his glasses, when he had a stutter, and everything else that Patton could remember. Which was everything, since Patton kept every memory stored in his room.
Next, they had gifts. Roman gave him a lab in the imagination; with chemistry sets, a telescope, and books upon books upon books. It was his own little area in Roman's realm so Logan could enjoy himself every now and then. Virgil gave him a dictionary of every word in the world, in every language. Janus gave him a replica of the Library of Alexandria, with all of the scrolls and books still there.
"The original one was burned down with all of it's knowledge," he said, "So here is-" "OH MY GOD I LOVE IT THANK YOU!"
Remus gave Logan an animal to dissect. But it wasn't a real animal, it was something Remus had made to give Logan something to do.
Patton promised Logan that his gift would come after dinner. He felt as though his cake paled in comparison to all of the gifts his friends had given. I mean, the Library of Alexandria? Patton sunk lower in his chair.
After gifts, they had lunch in a beautiful field that Roman had created, where the flies ate grass instead of your food, and every bird was adorned with beautiful shimmering colors and tail feathers. They had PB&J sandwiches (with crofters, of course), Goldfish, and apples. They talked for hours about nothing in particular, every now and then asking Roman about the creatures that walked by.
Logan was having a great time, but something seemed off. He looked around at the group and his eyes settled on Patton. The more he looked at him, the more tired he seemed. Logan noticed shadows under Patton's eyes for the first time, and saw that his smile was beginning to look more and more forced. Logan began to worry that one of them had done something wrong. The usual bundle of joy and energy that was Patton looked a lot more docile and tired than before.
Once it started to get dark (because Roman had set a day-night cycle in the imagination just so they would know when to go) they went back to the commons for dinner. Janus cooked some brown sugared ham with peas and rice, while Patton left to get the cake ready.
As Patton walked into the kitchen, he took a look at the cake on the pedestal. Dark fondant with baby blue frosting in swirls, and a little fondant necktie decoration on the second tear to tease about Logan's necktie. The name "Logan" was scribbled in white frosting on top.
He remembered the tall pillars in the Library of Alexandria Jan had made, he remembered the sparkling equipment Roman had conjured. He remembered the giant dictionary, the animal-
Patton looked at the cake and sighed. He honestly didn't know what he was thinking. But this was what he had done. He would just have to work with it, and maybe make up for it with a different gift later.
He picked up the large cake in his arms. It was very heavy, and there was one whole room between the kitchen and the dining room; the living area. Patton just had to bring it over.
He left the kitchen with the cake, and he was doing well with it considering he couldn't see his feet, and then he tripped.
...and then he tripped.
His foot caught against something on the ground and he stumbled, causing the cake to drop out of his arms and onto the floor. It fell sideways, and broke upon impact, and the cake broke up on the floor. Bits and pieces everywhere. Patton had fallen, and he had scraped his elbow, but he didn't care. He didn't care anymore.
He had spent a whole god-forsaken day trying to get this right. He remembered Roman's singing, Virgil's shaky hands, Remus's eating habits, Janus' scales, and he could feel himself sinking into the ground. He just wanted this to be perfect. Logan deserved something perfect.
The cake was broken, and the world was quiet, and Patton wondered for a moment if he had gone deaf. The Mindscape was silent. He felt the tears on his cheeks, but he didn't cry. Patton was the joyful and happy side, so he didn't cry. Water fell from his eyes in waterfalls and rivers across his skin, but he wasn't crying, that's not how he worked. Even when sobs racked his body and made his chest hurt. He wasn't crying.
It was just a god forsaken cake, why the heck was he crying? It was just a cake. It was just a cake.
Shoot, this isn't ABOUT THE CAKE.
Logan and all the other sides sat in the dining room, talking happily about whatever came to mind. Patton had left to get the cake, but he hadn't come back yet. Logan had eaten his dinner and was now staring at the door. He tried to focus on the conversation, but he thought Patton seemed a little late.
"Hey, Nerd, whatcha' looking at?" Roman asked, walking up behind his chair, bending down, and following Logan's line of sight.
Logan didn't turn his gaze from the door. "I feel like Pat should have been back by now. Actually, Roman, maybe you could check on him?"
Behind Logan's back, Roman and Virgil exchanged a glance, and Roman understood immediately.
"Actually, Lo, maybe you should go check on him? It is your cake after all."
Logan stood up from his chair and walked out of the dining room. "I suppose so."
Virgil snickered. "Oh my god, he is so oblivious. I ship them so badly..."
Logan walked out of the dining room and almost choked.
Patton was on the floor, with his hands in his face. Was he crying? Patton didn't cry. He was too happy to cry. He was too fricking perfect to cry. WHO THE HECK MADE PAT CRY?
Then logan saw the floor. The cake, he realized, was broken up and smashed to bits on the ground. The fondant was ripped apart, save for a small black fondant necktie. Patton must have dropped the cake. It looked like it had been big.
Logan didn't hesitate for a second. He kneeled down beside Patton, wrapping his arms around him and quietly letting him sob.
Patton felt someone's arms around him, and they had glasses, he knew, because the glasses were pressed against his temple. But that meant it was Logan. Logan was here, and he can see the cake, and he is probably so mad. Patton wrapped his arms around Logan and cried into his shoulder. He didn't like Logan to be angry. Hugs fixed that. Right?
"Pat? Patton, don't cry, what's wrong?"
Patton could barely find the breath to speak.
"I-I dropped it. The thing... I-I mess-Messed up... It's all g-gone..."
"Shhhh. Shhh, it's not your fault, don't worry. Patton, I love the cake. It's looks like it was beautiful, thank you."
Patton just kept sobbing, his glasses getting foggy. Logan knew the side was emotional, but really, it was just a cake, and Logan wasn't even mad at Patton. In fact, Logan didn't think he was capable of being mad at Patton.
Patton was sad about the cake. Of course, it was horribly destroyed, and he had spent a long, tiresome day making it perfect. And now it was all gone, and Patton had no gift to give.
To Pat, this was bigger than that though. Logan was supposed to have the perfect birthday, but Patton had messed all of that up. He had nothing to give logan. Every day of his life, his goal was to give something, to be helpful, and to care for others. He had messed up today.
"I-i don't know wh-what to do. I just... I just wanted-d to g-give you something. I-It's a-all gone n-now. Th-the d-day is ruined."
Logan frowned. What would someone with a better sense of emotions say? Seeing Patton like this made him so sad, what could he do?
He remembered something Pat had said to him a long time ago, when he was getting used to emotions. 'When someone is feeling down, speak from the heart! The best thing you can do is tell them the truth, and if they don't like it, then they have a right to feel a little sad. But you should still try!'
"Pat, I know you are sad. I understand that you wanted to make this a good day, but it WAS a good day. I enjoyed every moment of today. Sure, the cake is messed up, but it's the thought that counts, and you are already the best gift I could ask for."
Patton looked up in confusion. "Me?"
Logan was usually really bad at emotions, but right now, emotions seemed to be all he could muster.
"You are so caring and joyful. And sweet. And kind. And I don't care about the cake, or any gift you give me, the fact that you are so set on making me feel cared for is enough. I'm just happy you're here, ok?"
Logan brushed a tear from Patton's eye and smiled. "I'm just happy you're here."
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