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I must apologize in advance again to all Camus stans. I don’t know where I’m going with this sorry attempt at yandere!Camus but here we are.

Warnings for implied drug use.

Ah, Lady! Madam, Majesty!

The names Camus had for you unfurled in his mind like an endless scroll, his eyes fixed on your silhouette as he watched you from behind. His heart was beating fast, a symphonic orchestra with the melody of your glorious and ethereal form fixed fast in his mind. 

A scowl rose to his brow when a lowly knave bumped into you and had the gall to walk away without so much as a backward glance at your stumbling figure. His knuckles cracked with tension, a thousand ways to make the ruffian pay sleeting past his vision. You, in your magnanimity, did nothing more than shoot a glare at the villain’s back before going on your way. 

Camus, your ever faithful shadow that you were not aware of, followed silently. He must protect you, be your sword and shield against this cruel, unfaithful world which did not recognize your greatness and did nothing but trample on your nobleness. Yet despite all this you rose brilliantly above the rubble of the common masses, your beauty and dignity unsullied by a world which did not deserve you. 

You deserved a palace, nay, a throne. Only the grandest of places, magic and architecture pushed to their limits would be fit for your feet to step upon, the purity of your sight preserved by only the gentlest and finest of wonders. 

Preservation. That was the key. It was a knight’s job to not only protect his liege but to ensure their nobility remained everlasting. He must be as steadfast as the earth, brutal as a blizzard and solid as a glacier in his self-sworn duty towards you. 

The only way he could carry out his role with perfection was if you were within his sight all day. You would understand, he was sure. Camus would never hurt you, would rather drive his sword through his chest with his own hands than see a drop of your blood spilled. He would be careful, so very careful with you. After all, you were the greatest treasure he’d had the good fortune to come across. 

You would forgive him no matter what he did. You must.

*

You never noticed him slipping the vial of liquid into your glass of water. Instead, you complimented him on his tea which was perfectly prepared as always, along with the delectable assortment of pastries and desserts which were the highlight of every tea time with him. 

Camus simply watched, his eyes alight with love and anticipation as you lifted the glass to your lips and drank. In his head he counted, his heart soaring with joy as the seconds ticked by.

He caught you as gently as a feather when you fell forwards, your eyes closing against your will. His name was the last thing on your lips, surprise softening the word and making his soul jump with exaltation. Cradling you against his chest, he savored the moment, the sheer bliss and elation of the moment sinking deep into his very being. 

He would spirit you away to his home. It was barely fit for your greatness but it would have to make do until construction was completed on the final abode he had planned for you. There you would stay, under his steady, watchful gaze for all eternity. He would guide you, advise you, hold you with reverence and wonder. You would never step out into the cruel and uncouth world again, your every want and need anticipated and attended to by him. 

He raised your limp hand in his, pressing his lips against the back of it with the fervor of a true believer who had found his reason for living after centuries of searching.

With this kiss, he swore an eternity of love, loyalty and sacrifice to you, his one and only. Surely you would reciprocate if you were awake. Didn’t this mean your hearts beat as one, like a musical instrument with its score? Didn’t this mean you were meant to be together?

Camus sighed, his eyes closed, his face shining with worship and lifted to the heavens in gratification. 

You were well and truly his now. 

His Madam. His lady. His heart. His queen and only for him.

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Yandere!Ranmaru = Yabaimaru lol (more yabai than dere in this case)

Warnings for dub-con, captivity, female!reader, lots of spicy implications and yabaimaru.

You can still feel Ranmaru’s heat inside you. He had pulled out what felt like hours ago and now your cheek is pressed against his chest, his hand firm against the small of your naked back. 

(The same hand which had held your wrists together above your head, pinning you securely to the mattress as his hips dug strongly, almost painfully into yours. You can still see the greedy gleam in his eyes every time you gasped or struggled against his grip.)

You shift, frowning a little at the mass of uncomfortable stickiness between your legs. 

“What’s the matter?”

You freeze. Ranmaru’s hand tightens around your waist. He tilts your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eye. His hair is flat and disheveled, making him look strangely vulnerable despite what he had done to you earlier. It’s so different from his usual wild style that you idly think of brushing his bangs back and fluffing it up for a sense of normalcy. 

Is this what normal is like now? you wonder. A tinge of fear rises up in your throat but you swallow it back down. (The smirk on his lips when you finally lifted your head from between his thighs and reluctantly opened your mouth to show there was nothing left inside was almost predatory. He had returned the favor right afterwards.) 

You know it won’t end well if you don’t answer him.

“You didn’t…”

The stare he levels at you makes you almost lose your nerve, but you soldier on bravely because the consequences if you don’t far outweigh your present fears.

“You didn’t use protection this time.”

“...So?” 

You are this close to turning away from him in a huff, but you know from past experience he’ll just pull you back for another round if you do. You try again, your motivator the feeling of the thick, clinging remains of just now still fresh and sticky between your legs and a warning of what could potentially happen if you didn’t address it now. 

“I don’t want to get pregnant.”

Your voice is small, so small and nervous but it reaches him all the same. His chest rises and falls under you with the great sigh he heaves when what you say is finally processed by his brain, still foggy from post-coital satisfaction. 

“Fine. I get it.”

He sits up stiffly. You push yourself up to do the same and get a bleary glare in return. 

“Stay here.” 

“But--” Your protest is cut off by him roughly shoving you back into the mattress, calloused fingers a tight collar around the back of your neck. 

“Stay.” 

Now you know exactly how Ikko feels whenever Ranmaru catches him trying to head butt his precious bass and pins him down from behind with the exact same move. You nod meekly, hands curled into fists by your head. The tension drains from your neck as he lets go and ruffles your hair. 

“I’ll be back soon.” 

His grumbles are surprisingly loud in the quiet of the room as he searches for and pulls on his clothes, followed by the sharp click of the door locking from the outside. (He’s never given you the key to his place before. Not when he invited you to drop by any time when you first met, not when you started dating, not even when he told you your apartment was sealed for bug fumigation and you gave in to his suggestion of moving in with him until it was done. It had been a nagging worry at the back of your mind then but now you knew why.)

It’s a while before you take a deep breath of your own and finally dare to get up. Every muscle in your body begs for mercy as you do so slowly, especially the ones in your back and waist. The room and sheets are saturated with his smell, all sweat and musk and metal. (His kisses are the same flavor, deep and rough and messy and filled with a ravenous hunger that can only be satiated by you.) 

You hobble your way to the bathroom, the urge to get yourself washed up stronger than the desire to curl back up in bed and wonder if you were dreading or looking forward to Ranmaru’s return. 

*

Ranmaru’s shaking you awake. He’s back in bed next to you and saying something but your mind and ears are still blocked by sleep. One thing that does make it through is the sharp impatient click of his tongue as he finally gives up. The next thing you know he’s hauling you to sit upright and twisting open the bottle of water he’s brought to bed with him. 

You’re still blinking the drowsiness out of your eyes when your chin is grabbed and his tongue parts your lips forcefully. Wide awake now, you hold on to his shoulders, your gasp of surprise muffled by his mouth over yours as your back hits the bed again, his free hand cupping your head to limit your struggling. A hard tablet somehow makes its way to the back of your mouth and you’re forced to either swallow or choke on it. 

He only lets go once you’ve calmed down, a translucent line of silver connecting your panting lips to his as he lifts his head. He cocks an eyebrow when you finally get back enough breath to ask what the hell did he just feed you.

“Morning after pill. Problem solved, right?”

You gape at him. He takes another swig of water and presses close to you again. 

“Better make sure you wash it down properly.”

Still in a daze from how he literally took your breath away, you somehow manage to catch hold of his wrist when you feel him working a hand down your stomach. He kisses his way to the side of your neck as you weakly shake your head, your body still aching and not ready. 

“Don’t worry, babe. I got condoms at the store too. I’ll use them this time.”

You want to tell him that’s not the problem now but he’s already sucking hard on the curve leading to your shoulder, both hands now under your thighs and lifting your hips up. His name is the last thing you manage to say coherently before he starts again, and then even that is lost amongst the gasps and moans he induces from you as the night drags on endlessly and mercilessly.

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“Here, let me see.” papa!Reiji, his lucky charm 2

Two heads peered into the pot like modern day witches checking on their cauldron. 

“What do you think, my boy?”

The smaller head looked up, his face scrunched up as he pondered the question with all the knowledge gained from his seven years of life so far. 

“Maybe… five more minutes?” he hazarded a guess. His father ruffled his hair at his answer, making him giggle.

“Five more minutes it is then!” Reiji turned the fire down a notch to prevent the pot from bubbling over then turned to the frying pan next to it. “Daddy’s going to fry up these onions now so stand back okay?”

“Can I help?”

“Hmm… Why don’t you help me wash up these apples for dessert first?” He lifted his boy up onto the step stool which was specially placed in the kitchen for small hands and bodies to reach the sink and kitchen counter properly. “There we go. Make sure you get them all nice and clean, the shinier they are the tastier they’ll be later.”

HIs son rolled up his sleeves and began splashing around the sink with gusto, every fiber of his little body determined to get the fruits in his hands as shiny as possible. Reiji turned away with a smile of pure contentment and got started on preparing the next part of dinner. 

He was skillfully tossing the well-cooked onions in the pan, ignoring the occasional tiny splatter of oil from the pan when he heard an “Ow!” coming from very close beside him. A quick glance down showed the sound had come from his small son, who had finished his given task and had wandered over to watch his father unwittingly demonstrate his prowess in frying techniques. 

Reiji immediately put down everything he was holding with a clatter, snapped the fire off and kneeled down to face the little boy.

“You okay, baby? Here, let me see.” He rubbed a hand regretfully over the little arm which had suffered the accidental oil splatter. “Let’s get some cold water over this and some ointment and you’ll be right as rain again.”

His son was strangely silent except for a frown while Reiji tended to the minor burn. It was only after he had been lifted up to sit on the kitchen counter and Reiji was rubbing ointment on his arm that he finally said something.

“Daddy?”

“Hmm? What is it, my boy?” Reiji looked down at him in concern. “Does anywhere else hurt?”

He shook his head and looked down at Reiji’s much larger hand holding on to his arm.

“Can you kiss it better?” he asked almost shyly. Reiji was mildly stunned at this request, but less than a second later he broke into the biggest grin and obliged. 

“Better now?” His son nodded, cheeks pink with contentment and the smallest smile on his chubby face. 

“Thank you, Daddy. You always make all the bad things go away.” These words shot Reiji right through the heart with their sincerity. His cheeks stretched out in an uncontrollable grin, he picked up his little boy and bounced him around in his arms.

“That’s right! You know Daddy would never, ever let anything bad happen to you or your sister. All the bad things in the world would have to go through me first before they can get anywhere near you. I’ll fight them off with my trusty maracas like this!” He posed, making the little boy in his arms chortle again. Having made his way to the living room at this point, he plopped down on the couch and settled his son in his lap. “So just let Daddy know when something’s bothering you or if anything hurts like just now, okay?”

The little boy in his lap leaned his head heavily against Reiji’s chest in reply.

“Okay, Daddy.” There was the shortest pause. “I love you.”

Reiji’s arms went around his son. He imagined if he hugged him tightly enough it would stop his heart soaring out of his chest at those three simple words. 

“I love you more, my boy.” His voice was strangely choked up as he leaned his chin down into the little head held tight against him. “So very, very much.”

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“Here, let me see.” papa!Reiji, his lucky charm 1

Kotobuki Reiji, long-time idol, doting father and loving husband, was currently this close to losing his endorsement with a famous shampoo brand due to the way he was tearing at his hair out of sheer panic. The reason for his current agitated state was up in the tree before him, all four limbs wrapped around a branch and trying her hardest to hold in her sobs of fear. 

“It’s okay baby, Daddy’s here!” Reiji’s voice was as shaky as his hands as he raised them above his head in a show of reassurance to his terrified little girl. “Stay right there, I’m coming up to get you. Whatever you do, don’t move!”

His daughter nodded. Her arms loosened their grip for a second, which was enough to make her panic and slide over the branch. The seven-year-old’s shrieks of terror combined with those of Reiji’s as he immediately plunged into a full-body dive towards the base of the tree, eyes fixed on his plummeting child, his arms stretched out the furthest they could reach. A million prayers blabbered in his mind as he swore he would never be able to forgive himself if he couldn’t make it in time.

Father and child went tumbling right into the very sturdy trunk of the tree. Reiji curled up protectively around his daughter as they hit home and leaves rained down on the two of them.   

Reiji’s heart was hammering fit to burst and not just because of the sudden exertion of physical activity he wasn’t used to. It was some time before he was able to uncurl himself enough to look down at the sobbing child in his arms. 

“Hey baby,” he cooed, tears of relief that he had made it in time threatening to spill from his own eyes. “You okay?” The little girl refused to lift her face from her father’s chest and continued to hang on to him as if she was still up the tree and he was the branch. “Hey hey hey, it’s okay now, you’re safe. You’re not hurt anywhere, right?” His smile was as shaky as he still felt on the inside at his daughter shaking her head in reply. “You sure? Here, let Daddy see.”

She finally lifted her face enough to meet Reiji’s eyes. 

“There’s my little darling. Hi, baby.”

She grinned back unsteadily.

“Hi, Daddy.” She giggled as Reiji’s hands came up to cup the sides of her head and he leaned up to rub his nose against hers.

“Now that we’re both safely on the ground again, wanna tell Daddy what you were doing up there to begin with?”

The way she pouted was so much like him he had to laugh. 

“There was a pretty bird. Wanted to catch it and show you.”

“Aww, thank you honey.” He bumped his forehead gently against his daughter’s in gratitude. “But I know a very special person who’s the prettiest in the whole wide world, even prettier than any bird alive.”

“Mommy?”

Reiji’s face relaxed into a dopey grin out of habit at the mention of his wife.

“Mommy’s the most special person to Daddy too, but I’m talking about a beautiful little girl who stole my heart the second I saw her.”

“That’s what you said about Mommy too.”

“And you’re absolutely right buuut--” Reiji rallied, tapping his daughter on the nose. “I’m referring to the little girl right here who made herself at home in my heart from the very first time I held her in my arms, just like this.”

Leaning back against the tree, he sat up straighter and hugged his daughter to his chest as tight as he dared. He hoped she couldn’t hear his heart still hammering at the near miss moments ago, nor feel his shoulders still shaking with fear at the thought of what could have happened had he not made it in time. 

“Please promise Daddy you won’t do that again, okay? Daddy gets scared so easily when it comes to you two.”

“Daddy’s a scaredy-cat?” He smiled at the little fingers poking his cheeks. Catching up her hand, he kissed her fingers and folded himself up even more around his daughter.

“Yep. Daddy’s the biggest coward ever whenever you guys are involved. That’s how much I love all of you.” 

“I love you too, Daddy.”

“I love you more, sweetheart. Daddy’s older so I’ve got way more love inside me to give you, so there.”

“Not fair! Daddy’s cheating! I wanna love Daddy more!”

“Sorry baby. Daddy’s gotta win only when it comes to this.” He patted her back, hand barely trembling now. "It's okay baby. Daddy's here." He took a deep breath, more for himself than the little girl cuddled up against him. "Daddy's got you. You're safe now."

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“Here, let me see.” papa!Ranmaru, kitten 2

One text message from his wife was enough to make Ranmaru run all the way home and slam open the front door of his apartment, startling his spouse who had just been about to get up to see who or what was causing the stampede outside. 

Kicking off his shoes, he stepped into the hall and looked around wildly. “Where is she?” he panted, then spotted Tsubaki staring at him from the sofa with her mouth half-open in shock at both his entrance and how early he was home for once. A few long strides carried him over to his daughter and he sat down heavily next to her, large hands cupping her face and forcing her to face him.

“Here, let me see.” He clucked his tongue in concern at the eye-patch over Tsubaki’s right eye and rubbed her cheeks with a little more force than necessary in concern. “What happened, pet?”

“Nothing,” she lied, averting her visible eye and attempting a pout to get out of the question. “Why’re you home so early, Daddy?”

This earned her having both cheeks being pinched in irritation by her father in return. 

“Quit trying to change the topic,” He looked up at his wife. “So? What’s the deal?”

“Your daughter almost poked her eye out with a marker. Good thing it wasn’t anything serious but she has to keep the eye-patch on for a few days.”

“Why’s she only my kid when something like this happens?” Ranmaru grumped, still not letting go of Tsubaki’s face. His gaze dropped back down to the squirming little girl trying to pry his hands away from her sore cheeks. “What were you trying to do, eh?”

Seeing that Ranmaru wasn’t going to let up until he got the truth, she finally gave in and slumped over in defeat. 

“Wanted to make my eyes like Daddy’s,” she mumbled, the corners of her lips turning down at the thought of her failure. ”You said they would change color by themselves when I grew up but I didn’t wanna wait.”

“Of all the fu--” Ranmaru growled, sucking in a breath of exasperation at his excuse for not explaining how contact lenses worked coming back to haunt him. “I told you to wait until you were older, didn’t I? What’s the hurry?”

“Cos,” her lower lip quivered. “Cos they said I didn’t look like you and laughed at me!” she burst out, small legs kicking up in anger. “They laughed at me, Daddy!”

“Who’s they?” 

“The other kids at the playground.” She sulked, cheeks puffed out in fury. “They said you couldn’t be my daddy cos my eyes are different from yours and laughed at me!”

While it was true that Tsubaki had inherited more of her mother’s looks it was quite obvious whom her temper came from.

“So that’s what the fight at the playground was about, Tsubaki?”

Ranmaru stared up at his wife. “What fight?”

“There was a bit of a tussle at the playground before we came home and she got her hands on the marker.”

“Tell me things like that earlier,” he raised his voice and was interrupted by his daughter piping up.

“They were being big bullies so I bit them.”

The undisguised look of pride on her little face was so much like his own after a successful performance he couldn’t bring himself to do anything other than pinch her cheeks a bit harder, the image of his daughter suddenly jumping up and chomping down on another kid’s arm coming to him too easily, unfortunately. 

“That hurts,” she whined. “Why’re you being mean now, Daddy?”

“Who said you could go around biting people, eh? So right after getting into a fight outside you came home and tried to poke your eye out because you couldn’t wait to grow up? Those kids were idiots, you shouldn’t let them get to you.”

“But they laughed at me!”

“You should’ve just ignored them. You’re still my kid no matter how you look.”

“But--”

“No more buts,” Ranmaru shut her down firmly. “How’s the eye? Still hurt?”

“A little,” she admitted, openly sulking. “Mommy said I can’t touch it until she says so. It’s itchy.”

He patted her on the head. “That’s what you get for letting stupid people get to you. Tell you what, I’ll teach you how to change your eye colors like mine when you’re older if you still want to.”

“Don’t wanna,” she turned away, still pouting. “Hurts.”

She clambered onto Ranmaru’s lap and clung to him like a grumpy koala. 

“Tired,” she complained. “Wanna hug from Daddy.”

Ranmaru obliged, one hand patting her back in resignation at his inability to stay mad at the things his children got up to. His wife leaned her arms on the back of the sofa next to his head in amusement.

“Now you see why I say she’s your kid when she’s like this?”

He shot her a sideways glare. “What’re you talking about?” he demanded, pointing down at the cuddling girl in his lap. “When have I ever been this spoiled?”

She raised a brow and poked him on the cheek.

“You should see yourself in the morning sometimes, when you’re still half-asleep and don’t want to get up.”

She chuckled at the blush rising rapidly from Ranmaru’s neck to the rest of his face and how he almost gave himself whiplash, turning his head away from her to hide it. 

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“Here, let me see.” papa!Ranmaru, kitten 1

Ranmaru hadn’t thought much of it at first but his son was deliberately avoiding him since the second he had returned home. He only begun noticing when Sousuke kept his head down and did all he could not to look him in the eye at dinner, and when he told him to look up the boy immediately said he was full and excused himself from the table, practically fleeing to his room and leaving Ranmaru in a mixed state of puzzlement and annoyance. Sure, he had never thought of himself as the best father although he did try his best whenever his children were involved, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t done anything recently to warrant this sort of behaviour from his son.

“What’s up with him?” Ranmaru demanded after putting Tsubaki to bed. The explanation from his wife was short and succinct and led to him rapping sharply on Sousuke’s door before barging in despite his son’s protests. He settled himself on the bed where Sousuke had been brooding while hugging a pillow and had hastily buried his face in it with a squark of surprise when Ranmaru entered. He literally felt his boy stiffen with shock when he placed a large hand on his head.

“Let me see.”

“No! Leave me alone!”

Unfortunately for Sousuke Ranmaru’s fingers were much stronger than his ten-year-old neck. His tear-stained face was soon lifted by force from the sanctuary of the pillow. He frowned mightily as Ranmaru held him by the chin and stoically examined the bruises colouring his forehead and the side of one cheek. He rubbed a thumb over the black eye Sousuke was sprouting, eliciting both vocal and physical protests from his son.

“Your mom said you got into a fight at school today. Wanna tell me what happened?”

“No.” He attempted to duck back into his pillow again and wailed when it was plucked out of his hands and tossed to the other end of the bed. “Dad! It’s got nothing to do with you so go away.”

“That right?” Sousuke’s high-pitched whine of protest made Ranmaru’s mouth quirk involuntarily as he lightly pinched and refused to let go of his son’s cheeks. “That’s not what I heard. Now spill or we stay like this for the rest of the night. Your call.” 

The way his son puffed up his cheeks in childish defiance was so much like Tsubaki’s when told she couldn’t have a snack right before meal time that Ranmaru couldn’t help but pinch just a little bit tighter, amused at the squirming Sousuke was doing in a futile effort to get away from him.

It didn’t take him long to give in, much to Ranmaru’s amusement. Sousuke was still averting his gaze as he grumbled. 

“You’re gonna laugh at me.”

“Depends on what you’re gonna say,” He finally released his hands and ruffled his son’s hair affectionately. “Out with it. What happened?”

“Aki said--” Sousuke’s voice was small at first, but gradually grew louder in defense of his actions. “He said bad things about you and Mom and wouldn’t take them back.” He returned to his sulk, fully expecting to hear Ranmaru dismiss his answer as something childish and trivial. Instead he found his chin being chucked up again and his father meeting his eyes seriously.

“What did he say?”

Sousuke swallowed, suddenly nervous, his brow furrowing in recollection.

“He said… He said Mom only had me and Tsubaki to get your attention and you didn’t want any of us to begin with.” Ranmaru’s fingers tightened into a fist under Sousuke’s chin at these words but the boy was too worked up to notice. “But that’s not true! You said before it wasn’t true! I told him that and he laughed at me and called me names and I got mad so I tried to punch him to make him take it back but he wouldn’t so I, so I---”

The fury of the afternoon made Sousuke close to hyperventilating and unable to finish his sentence as his own little fists clenched in anger at the memory of the afternoon washing over him again. It was a while before he came to himself again and found Ranmaru rubbing his back in rough strokes.

“Oi, calm down. Breathe, kiddo.”

Dashing the tears of anger from his eyes, Sousuke looked up at Ranmaru in defiance. 

“But I lost and the teacher saw us and Mom got called down to pick me up and she had to apologize and I don’t know why. It wasn’t my fault, he shouldn’t have said those things about Mom. It’s not fair, he said all those horrible things but I had to say sorry and-and I hate it! It’s not fair, Dad!”

Ranmaru continued rubbing Sousuke’s back, his own brow creased with resignation that his boy had to go through something like this because of his job. He certainly wasn’t the first celebrity to have a family and he’d heard the stories of how cruel both children and adults could be under the influence of rumours and jealousy, but it still stung having it actually happen right in his home despite already expecting it. 

“Are you going to laugh at me now?”

Ranmaru’s hand reached up to ruffle his son’s hair again. 

“Nah. You did good, kiddo.”

“I did?” The wary surprise in Sousuke’s voice made Ranmaru mess his hair up even more. “Stop that! I thought you’d say it was my fault for fighting in school.”

“You said it wasn’t, right? You telling me now it was?”

“No!” He took his words back quickly, pushing Ranmaru’s hand away from his head impatiently and scooting a bit closer towards his father at the same time. “Aki shouldn’t have said those things about Mom in the first place.”

“Yeah well, can’t stop people from being idiots.”

“But it isn’t true, right Dad?” He leaned against Ranmaru who found himself putting an arm around his shoulders in assurance. “You’re okay with me and Tsubaki, right?”

“Now who’s the idiot? Didn’t I say before you guys are my kids and I’m not going anywhere? You calling your old man a liar?”

“Nah,” Sousuke pressed his face into Ranmaru’s side in a surprising display of affection. “You’re a meanie sometimes, but you’re okay.”

“Dummy.” He rubbed Sousuke’s shoulder roughly, his voice gruff with awkward sentiment. “Nothing’s ever going to change the fact that you guys are what keep me going, alright? I’m not giving any of you up for the world. You’d better remember that.”

There was a sniff and a muffled chortle from his side.

“Okay. Thanks, Dad.”

“Whaddya thanking me for, weird kid.” Ranmaru patted the back of Sousuke’s head. “No more fighting in school. Or outside.”

"Okay. I'll wait until high school like you, Dad." Sousuke replied obediently. Ranmaru felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance.

“Where did you get that from?”

“Grandma likes telling Mom stories about you when she calls. Did you really destroy the statue of the school’s founder?”

“THAT OLD HAG--- That was an accident! I was late and I lost control of my bicycle and it was in the way!”

“So it’s okay to do that?”

“NO! No destroying school property either! Don’t give me that look, now go to bed!”

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“Here, let me see.” papa!Camus

“Here, let me see, darling.”

Camus tenderly ran a thumb over his daughter’s hand, his brow furrowing at the thin line of red marring it. “You’ll be fine, angel.” he reassured her with the best smile he could muster at his little girl’s pain. 

“But it stings, Papa.” Reining in the sudden urge to scoop her up in his arms and rush to the nearest hospital, Camus calmly applied antiseptic and a plaster to his daugher’s wound, willing his hands to tremble as little as possible. 

“There, all done.” He kissed her hand, accepted the hug of gratitude which came afterwards and excused himself. 

His wife found him in the study later, one hand clutching his chest, the other braced against the wall. His head hung low in what seemed to be bottomless despair. He turned at her light touch on his shoulder, face lined with sheer anguish.

“Our treasure was injured,” His words were those of a man broken in soul and spirit. “I have spilled the blood of countless men and yet that single wound on our blessing from heaven haunts me. Wife, I was not able to protect her.” Camus would have fallen to his knees in dramatic wretchedness if not for his grip on his wife’s shoulders. “How do I face her in the future, when the memory of having failed in my role as her father is branded forever in my soul? How can I possibly atone for this unforgivable sin?”

His wife, used to the melodramatics of her ridiculous husband which only seemed to escalate to absurd heights whenever their daughter was involved, allowed him to rest his forehead against her chest for comfort. She patted him on the back, silently rolling her eyes towards the ceiling.

“Well, dear, I’m sure you’ll find a way somehow. If there’s anyone who would be able to find a way to child-proof books it’d definitely be you.”

He stiffened. Drawing back swiftly, he stared at her in wonder. His eyes widened at the sudden revelation that had been bestowed upon him from the most unexpected source.

“It is rare of me to say this but you might just be right for once, woman.” He dropped a quick kiss on her forehead, blatantly ignoring the flat-eyed stare she gave him in return for what passed as a compliment for him. Catching sight of his appearance in the reflection of a window, he released his wife’s shoulders and swiftly exited the room, straightening out his clothes and shaking his disheveled hair back to a more presentable manner as he left, ideas swirling and sparking to life in his brain. 

He would coat the edges of every book he had in his possession in wax and have the softest and most delicate of silk gloves tailored for his daughter especially for reading time; nay, he would even turn the pages for her himself should the need arise, for what else would a father’s flesh exist for if not to be gladly sacrificed for his child’s happiness and safety?

It was with all the resolution in his soul that Camus swore a silent oath: never again would his darling daughter have to suffer the indignity of a paper cut, the most foul and soul-destroying trauma of bookworms all over the world. 

#utapri #uta no prince sama #camus (Utapri) #papa!Camus #papa!QN #papa!qn prompt fest #Answering asks #writings #writing prompts #fanfiction #fanfic

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So I was looking at the prompt list and saw the "Here let me see " one and I wanted to request Papa!QN dealing with their kids if they like fell and scraped their knee or just from messin around in general?? Hopefully that makes sense??

It makes perfect sense and again, these are very very overdue, I am so sorry. OTL

(2019 was crazy-mad, 2020 doesn’t look like it’s going to get any better but I WILL PERSEVERE.)

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Also I am very sorry in advance for the mess posting all this created, I should have answered the ask first then posted the fic and now everything is chaos. OTL

papa!Ai

papa!Camus

papa!Ranmaru (1 / 2)

papa!Reiji (1 / 2)

#utapri #uta no prince sama #ai mikaze #camus (Utapri) #Reiji Kotobuki #ranm #papa!QN #papa!Ai #papa!Camus #papa!Ranmaru #papa!Reiji #Answering asks #writing prompts

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“Here, let me see.” papa!Ai

“Here, let me see.”

Ai examined the arm his son held up, magnifying the scrape through his eyes so no detail escaped. “There’s no need to make a fuss, it’s a normal wound for a minor fall.”

“Owie.” The toddler insisted nonetheless. 

“It’s ‘Ouch’,” Ai corrected, meeting his son’s pout with a stoic gaze of his own. “It’s just a mild abrasion, no blood was lost and only 0.00025 per cent of the skin was scraped off. You are still very young so it will grow back quickly with an extremely low chance of scarring. There is nothing to cry about.”

Despite his father’s blunt assurance the little boy still clung to Ai’s chest and refused to let go. He looked down at the sniffling toddler in his arms.

“You are going to have to let go for me to disinfect your wound.”

His son shook his head stubbornly.

“Dun wanna.”

“This is the twenty-seventh time I’m telling you it’s “I don’t want to”, and you really should let me get the antiseptic. There is still a one in ten chance of it getting infected no matter how minor it is.” He paused, reluctant to pry his boy off him by force. “Be good. I’ll give you a cookie.” Ai normally did not approve of or resort to bribery but there were occasions like this when the end justifies the means.

Strangely enough, this did nothing to make his son loosen his grip on his shirt. On the contrary the sniffling got worse.

Seeing his little boy in obvious distress like this, Ai felt a strange discomfort rising in his chest. It didn’t make sense for him to be the one in pain since he wasn’t the one who had fallen over running to greet him at the door. At the same time it was highly intriguing as Ai had previously only read of transmission of emotions between twins and never between parent and child like this. He made a mental note of it in his database to reference for the future. Although he did his best to child-proof his home as much as possible, research showed it was common for children to suffer minor scrapes and bruises as they grew up exploring the world around them so he was highly certain this wouldn’t be the first small injury his son would have. 

Still, he wasn’t going to get anything done with his boy clinging to him like this. Ai recalled something he had seen another parent do when their child who had a role in the drama he was in had similarly fallen down and was holding up filming because they would not stop crying. It was highly illogical but he had seen it work with his own eyes and thought it was worth a try at least.

Holding his son’s arm, he patted the scrape then made a fluttering motion with his fingers in imitation of something flying away.

“Pain, pain, go away.”

Ai looked down expectantly at the child in his lap, who looked back up at him with the widest eyes possible. 

“Does it still hurt?” he asked. The little boy cocked his head to the side in contemplation of the answer, finally shaking his head in the negative. Ai’s lips quirked up involuntarily in relief.

“Good. Stay here while I get the antiseptic.”

“Cookie!” 

Ai gazed down evenly at the small hands being held up with great expectations. 

“It seems your memory is fine, at least.” He turned away to the disappointment of the toddler who followed behind with baby steps. “You’ll get your cookie after I’m done disinfecting your arm. I did promise after all.”

“Ai!”

“Don’t push your luck. ...Alright, but after you’ve finished your cookie.”

#utapri #uta no prince sama #ai mikaze #papa!QN #papa!Ai #papa!qn prompt fest #Answering asks #fanfiction #fanfic

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(for the prompt fest!) “What’s that behind your back?” prompt for Papa!Ai, please! :3

Your son shook his head stubbornly at Ai’s question. 

“Nothing!”

“It’s not good to lie, you know. Show me?”

“Don’t wanna!”

“It’s “I don’t want to”,” Ai corrected him sternly, earning him a puffy-cheeked pout in return. “Now, what’s that behind your back?”

Seeing the little boy before him unyielding as ever, Ai huffed out a breath of impatience himself. “Sometimes I wonder who you get this strange stubbornness from.”

He reached down and picked up his boy by the waist, easily lifting him up while the toddler struggled to escape.

“Not fair!” The little boy squealed, arms flailing in reflex, the thing he had been hiding almost hitting Ai in the face. “Daddy’s cheating!”

“I’m not,” Ai replied with ease, transferring his son to perch on one arm while he took hold of the ring of leaves and drooping tiny buds his boy had gone to such efforts to hide from him. “What’s this supposed to be?”

The look of disappointment on his little boy’s face made Ai regret his question immediately, despite knowing it was only logical to ask when he didn’t know. 

“It’s supposed to be for Mommy,” he mumbled, eyes downcast, small hands fisted in Ai’s shirt. “Wanted it to be a surprise.”

Ai cocked his head in puzzlement. “So why were you hiding it from me then?”

This earned him a hard thump on the chest from the annoyed toddler in his arms. “Wanted to surprise both of you! But then Daddy kept on asking and then, and then–”

“This isn’t something to cry about,” Ai bounced his boy on his arm in an attempt to stop the teary-eyed toddler from bawling and summoning you over in the process. “Fine, how about I help you to make up for it then?”

His son rubbed his eyes. “Wanted to do it all by myself,” he hiccuped sulkily. “Didn’t want you or Mommy to know.”

Ai sighed in mild impatience. “Well, there’s nothing else to be done about me finding out about it now. You can still make it by yourself and I’ll just watch. Would that do?”

Handing the dried out wreath back to his boy, Ai watched as he turned it around in his hands, then nodded. He bounced his son in his arms to get him more settled in.

“Where did you get the flowers from?”

“Mommy’s garden at the window.”

Ai flicked his son on the forehead in mild admonishment. “Who said you could use those? I’m not helping you if Mommy finds out. Don’t give me that look, you know it doesn’t work on me.”

He glanced at the window box and then back at the innocent-looking toddler in his arms. 

“How did you get up there anyway?”

He blinked when his son pointed at the storage boxes pushed against the wall.

“That is both a creative and slightly dangerous solution. There’s a 58% chance of you falling so please promise me never to do that again.”

“But I needed flowers for Mommy.”

“I don’t think your mother would appreciate you pulling up her garden even if it’s for that.”

“But flowers for Mommy!”

“Which is why we’re going to the florist right now.”

“Yay! Thank you, Daddy!”

Illogical as it was, the sudden warmth which bloomed in Ai’s chest when his son threw his arms around him in a delighted hug certainly felt like it was enough to make the withered flowers in the ruined wreath bloom again.

#utapri #uta no prince sama #papa!QN #ai mikaze #papa!qn prompt fest #Answering asks #papa!Ai

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I AM SO SORRY TO EVERYONE WHO SUBMITTED PROMPTS, my job is killing me slowly with ten hour and more work days, my family life is a mess with medical and emotional issues, a lot of things just came crashing in at the same time over the last few months and I had to stare at the Tumblr dashboard for the longest time to remember how to even make a post that’s how bad things have been.  The remaining prompts for the papa!QN fest are still being filled, albeit at an agonizing pace. This is just to let all of you know that I’m trying my best to keep this fic blog alive, even if it’s on life support.  

#the return of the dead #i'm still in the fandom just that life has suplexed me in ways i cannot control

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Hi there!! I love your writings and was wondering if you could do a little thingy on how well or not all does Papa! QN deals with their kids when they were potty training??

I honestly love the things that come up during open prompt requests, I really do. XD

My gut feeling tells me Camus and Ranmaru would very probably leave this bit to their wives, but for the sake of this prompt all the papas are very hands on and involved.

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papa!Ranmaru:

Sets his resolve by budgeting less for diapers 

(I am convinced that Ranmaru still takes charge of, or at the very least looks over the household budget even after marriage. The man has deep-rooted money issues.)

Has an extremely interesting search history accumulated during break time, from “FAST potty training” to “Potty training for cats” to “Why the hell is my kid’s poop green???”

Even furtively did a quick stop by the kids section of the studio to snitch some childcare magazines from the reception 

You have never seen a man in heavier disguise than Ranmaru when he was out buying the potty seat 

“Alright, kiddo. You ready? We’re gonna do this now and we’re gonna do this right.”

Has a towel tied around his forehead and another hanging from his neck

This is a man prepared for a fierce battle

Stays by his kid the whole time

The cats came in as curious bystanders at first and end up being used as examples

“Look, even Ikko knows how to crap in the sandbox. The potty’s just a bigger version of that, yeah?”

Delighted fist pumps and crowing when the first poop is successfully discharged

Has the biggest grin on his face as he holds his kid up to the sink to wash their hands

I picture him gleefully setting up a bonfire with the remaining diapers his kid doesn’t need anymore and grinning like a manic by the light of burning cotton, but in all honestly he’s most likely to either pass them on to Ai (who’s the next to achieve fatherhood after Ranmaru has his youngest) or set up an anonymous account and sell them online (again with Ai’s help).

papa!Camus:

“What strange phenomenon is this? WOMAN, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN FEEDING HER?!”

Again, another papa who is horrified at the fact that his little angel’s poop comes in strange colors

Gathered all the books he had on potty training

Probably shut himself up in his study just to draw up war plans

Shadowed his daughter for days for signs that she’s ready to take the next step out of diapers and into the bathroom

His S/O had no idea that tailor-made training pants (woven with 100% of the finest, softest cotton no less) were a thing until now

His little girl got a custom made training potty too

Polished to shine as brightly as the bathroom tiles

Towered over his daughter with his arms folded and the sternest look on his face in what he thought to be an encouraging way

His S/O had to come and push him out to relieve the tension that was making his little girl almost burst into tears from the stress

Minutes later, the long, deep notes of a desolate tune flowed through the air

Behold Camus sorrowfully playing the cello right outside the bathroom, his sculpted face filled with anguish for not being able to be there for his little princess in her time of need

The only consolation he is able to provide is music which, if enough to sooth the angry beast, would hopefully be enough to help his angel relax and do what needed to be done

Not for the first time, Camus’ S/O found herself wondering why on earth she married this ridiculous man

Wiped the sweat from his brow in relief, threw open his arms and fiercely embraced his daughter when she finally exits the bathroom, mission accomplished

Kisses the top of her head while rumbling about how his angel has taken yet another step towards adulthood

He looked so conflicted at this realization of his little girl growing up his S/O found herself rubbing his back and remembering it was because he was this hopeless towards the strangest things that she couldn’t leave him alone in the first place

Special cake was baked to celebrate the end of another stressful milestone (for both father and daughter)

papa!Ai:

INTENSE DATA COLLECTION MODE ACTIVATED

EXCEL SPREADSHEETS GALORE

PIE CHARTS AND LINE GRAPHS

COMMENCING ANALYSIS OF HOW OFTEN HIS SON’S DIAPERS NEEDED TO BE CHANGED ON A DAILY BASIS SO THAT HE CAN GET THE AVERAGE OF HOW OFTEN HE WILL NEED TO GO POTTY, HENCE DERIVING THE ESTIMATED TIMES OF THE DAY THAT WOULD BE THE OPTIMAL FOR POTTY TRAINING

Is that parent who follows his child around with the ever present question of “Do you need to go?”

“It’s supposed to be instinctual, but tell me if you feel any urges.”

This was actually quite an educational experience for Ai too, since he himself has never had to use the bathroom

It’s one of the milestones marked for his boy’s development, so naturally Ai does his research months beforehand

Even goes and asks the rest of QN for their experiences to gather more data

All bets are off on whether Ai will take photographs of his son’s first potty experience (for future reference, in case he succeeds in having a second child)

papa!Reiji:

Hooooo boy

One man cheer-leading squad

Encourages whichever baby is on the throne to poop to the tune of maracas shaking

Loads of encouragement

“Whoever goes potty first gets dibs on Daddy’s special bento!”

Pesters Ranmaru for tips and pointers beforehand

(“They’ll go when they gotta go.”

“Aww, c’mon Ranran, you gotta give me to work with!”

“It’s just shit, Reiji. They’ll figure it out themselves.”)

Took lots and lots of photographs of his babies sitting on their matching plastic potties (with dancing cacti holding maracas painted on them for some reason)

(There is a high chance of his twins dying of embarrassment when they’re older and Reiji produces photographic evidence of how cute they were when they were just babies, which would naturally include their potty training days)

#utapri #uta no prince sama #papa!QN #Reiji Kotobuki #ranmaru kurosaki #camus #ai mikaze #papa!Ranmaru #papa!Reiji #papa!Camus #papa!Ai #headcanons #papa!qn prompt fest #Answering asks

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Today is my birthday!! And it was a great surprise to see your post I adore your writing and they way you do your Papa QN posts. I was wondering if could get scenarious for the boys planning for their kids and/or s/o birthdays??? Or maybe cute fluff of their s/o amd kid surprising them on their own birthday :D

This is way way WAY overdue and I’m so glad I managed to wish you a happy birthday before this, Anon!

(I only covered the boys celebrating their children's’ first birthdays here, but here’s an idea for you Anon: please feel free to request them celebrating their S/O’s birthday or being surprised on their special days the next time I open for prompts. ;D)

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Papa!Camus:

Brought his S/O and daughter back to Permafrost for his little girl’s first birthday

This would also be the first of many trips to what would be her second home

Had a family portrait done in the same hall where his wedding was held

Like Reiji, he had two parties to celebrate his angel blessing the earth with her existence

One party was for the other Permafrost aristocrats out of social obligation

His little girl never left his arms during the ball he held

Camus refused to let his daughter be drawn into the politics of aristocracy and simply whisked her away with excuses each time a guest gave even a hint of involving him in them

The second birthday party was a surprisingly simple and private gathering with just himself, his S/O and his daughter on his girl’s actual birthday 

Personally baked her a most magnificent birthday cake

Showered his little girl with presents

Created a tiny little tiara for her with his ice magic, as well as other jewelry

(As the years go by Camus would continue to craft jewelry and other accessories for his little girl 

Papa’s hand-crafted jewelry would always remain her favorite, no matter how old she got)

Would have even sewed her birthday gown by hand if his schedule had allowed it

(Manager-san had had to squeeze the life out of Camus’ schedule in order to fit in the week-long break he took to fly off, therefore making it nigh impossible for Camus to go home, let alone have time to sew his daughter’s dress before her birthday

Camus was incensed but Manager-san put his foot down and stood brave in the face of the ice king’s wrath)

papa!Ai:

Attempted to interview his son to find out how he wanted to celebrate his first birthday 

Unsurprisingly, did not manage to gather much information due to his precocious toddler’s limited vocabulary

It was just him and his S/O for his boy’s first birthday, but as his son grew older Ai learned to invite his neighbours and the other QN kiddies

Ai would prefer his son to interact with others as much as possible

Did his homework on kid-friendly party foods

Even went so far as to introduce exotic foods 

Coaxed his son into trying everything

Fortunately, baby inherited Ai’s tastebuds so everything works for him

Baked the birthday cake himself

Did up a mini-light show in the living room to the wonder and applause of his toddler and the guests

For his son’s first birthday, Ai tried to impress on his little boy that it was supposed to be a special day for him, but baby seemed to have gotten it the other way around and ended up toddling after Ai for the entire day

Ai finally gave in, picked up his boy and perched him on his arm or in his lap for the rest of the day

“It’s strange you would want to spend your birthday following me around. While I understand that you’re at the stage where you’re naturally taking in as much information as you’re able to in order to grow, your preferences are still a mystery to me. Is what I do that interesting to you?”

“Ai!”

“Didn’t I just hug you seven and a half minutes ago? Oh well. I suppose spoiling you for today isn’t such a bad thing.”

Baby received his first tablet for his birthday

Ai loaded it up with educational games and a gallery of family photographs

His son could spend hours just swiping through the photos, proudly pointing and going “Mommy! Daddy!” 

Ai would have preferred his boy to utilise the learning programs on the tablet more, but the warmth that spread through his chest each time his boy beamed up at him while showing him yet another photograph with the three of them together always pushed that thought away for another day

papa!Reiji:

Handed out invitations to the party a month in advance

Requested RSVPs on the spot, following the receiver around with his best puppy dog eyes until they gave in

Two parties for his babies: one for the Shining Agency staff and friends before the actual day, the other smaller and much more private for family held at the twins favorite place

Personally shopped for matching clothes, shoes, accessories for all four of them

The twins may be the stars of the party, but Mommy and Daddy won’t be losing out to them when it comes to style! It’s a family affair after all!

Started cooking up a storm the day before the first party

Tried doing everything himself for the main party, but just as he was about to fall over and collapse from juggling both his demanding work schedule and party prep Manager-san appeared at his doorstep like a dark angel in a business suit, arms folded, glasses glinting with determination, the rest of QN behind him

Seeing the state of their clothes, the other three members of QN were obviously brought there against their will

(“COME! Many hands make light work!”)

Manager-san, after shooting subtle projectiles at Reiji from afar to wake him up after catching him falling asleep during an interview for the umpteenth time, finally decided to take things into his hands and get the thing that’s been running Reiji haggard over with once and for all

Manager-san is a one-man decorating crew and coordinator, putting his charges to work in the most effective way

Reiji almost wept with joy, the dark circles under his eyes visibly lightening as he saw Manager-san in a completely new light

Manager-san was now an angel sent from above to reach out a benevolent helping hand to him

An angel with a disturbingly ominous aura and prone to flicking him on the forehead to get him to pay attention, but still heaven-sent nonetheless

Camus, declaring this sort of thing was beneath him, was about to leave when he caught sight of the dessert menu

Practically threw another fit at Reiji for having the audacity to expect him to attend and yet present such substandard food

Reworked the entire menu

Ranmaru did the same for the main meal, elbowing Reiji out of the way

Ai ended up being enlisted by Camus to help him correct the sweets disaster

Reiji following around whoever happened to catch his eye, giving pointers on how things should be

Until Manager-san and Reiji’s S/O each took hold of one of his elbows, guided him out of the main battlezone of party prep and into the bedroom, dropped his twin babies on his chest to anchor him to the bed before firmly closing the door behind them and going back to work

Insisted on carrying around both his babies for the entire duration of the main party

Babies had changes of clothes for each segment of the party, as did Mommy and Daddy

With all the bigwigs and hotshots who attended their party, this was also how the Kotobuki twins got their first foothold in the entertainment industry

(Advertisements and other job offers for his kids poured in after that party, but Reiji sieved through them by holding up the script books to his twins and seeing their reactions to it

Five of them got pushed away to the side

Two of them got chewed on

Another three got sat on by baby bums

The last one got ripped open and torn apart with much vigour before his S/O stepped in and tactfully told Reiji that perhaps their children might not be the best judge of what jobs they’d like to take on just yet)

The private family-only party at Kotobuki Diner was held on the actual birthday

Babies were showered with lots of presents and kisses from both Granny and Auntie and the rest of the extended family from both the Kotobukis and Reiji’s S/O side

It was noisy but relaxing and wonderfully cosy

The lights were kept on at the diner until late, when both Reiji and his S/O each carried a sleeping baby home

Subsequent birthdays were bigger and flashier, but for Reiji his children’s first birthday was one of the warmest memories he held in his heart

Reiji’s first birthday gift to his babies was one maracas to each of them from his very first pair

His own father had given them to him on a whim as a novelty souvenir, with no idea they would become such a deeply rooted part of Reiji’s life and personality

Papa!Ranmaru:

As mentioned before, his son was born when Quartet Night was first formed and still getting their feet wet in the business

His schedule was beyond hectic

There wasn’t a man more torn between his priorities when QN had to live together for group bonding within the first few months of the group forming

Had to sneak out of the house via the window to get back home for his son’s first birthday

It was way past baby’s bedtime by the time Ranmaru came through the door, panting in exhaustion

Ranmaru only got to spend fifteen minutes or so holding his sleeping boy in his arms before he had to leave again to avoid rousing suspicion

Manager-san had caught on that someone in the group was sneaking out at night 

Visions of bad press danced across his paranoid mind and thus the upping of his vigilance over his charges

His son woke up the next morning to a huge teddy bear next to him in bed

The bear being so much bigger than him, Ranmaru’s son spent the next year or so happily being engulfed by it each time he slept

Ranmaru’s heart always came THIS close to melting every time he managed to go home and his son came up to him with the giant teddy in tow

(It was a miracle that Ranmaru even managed to smuggle that bear in and out of the shared house to begin with

He only pushed through that time by convincing himself that if he could get through that phase of his life then everything else after that was nothing)

Ranmaru’s daughter had her first birthday on the same day QN kicked off an international tour

His flight was during the small hours of the morning, so Ranmaru was pleasantly surprised when his son and daughter came out to see him off just as he was about to leave 

Ranmaru had a strange sense of deja vu when his S/O placed his drowsy daughter in his arms to hold before he went off 

The feeling of holding a small, warm life was something he’d never be able to forget

It was a long time before he handed his daughter back to his S/O

His S/O would always keep in her heart the look Ranmaru had on his face when he pressed a giant plushie into his little girl’s arms and she wrapped her arms around it in her sleep

Good thing the flight lasted almost a day because that was how much time Ranmaru needed to get his emotions back in check for work

The Kurosaki family somehow end up with the whimsical family tradition of always eating birthday cake weeks after the actual birthday, due to Ranmaru’s schedule which almost never lined up with his family’s birthdays

(The rest of QN had the same problem, but while Ranmaru and Ai simply rolled with it and did the best they could to get home in time Reiji would come up with the most outrageous excuse he could to hop into his car and speed home to be with his babies

Camus simply intimidated the staff to reschedule through sheer force of will and leave the venue, flicking his hair in scorn at Manager-san’s incompetence in scheduling)

As mentioned, Ranmaru’s first gift to his son was the largest version of his own childhood teddy bear he could find

His daughter’s first birthday present was a huge Prince Cat Granata which was bigger than her and actually a sample prototype that never made it to the public market

Ranmaru came upon it by chance when Manager-san dropped the initial sales pitch for it on the floor and he picked it up

He would have gotten one for his son too, but it had been hard enough getting the R&D team to give him even one of them

Extra:

Due to Ranmaru having to both hide and juggle his son’s existence and his career at the same time, he and his boy had a bit of distance between them during the first four years of his son’s life

However, when his boy was older his mother showed him a screen cap of a post Ranmaru made on his son’s first birthday, in the wee hours of the morning after he had safely made his way back to the shared house:

“You changed my life. No regrets.”

#utapri #uta no prince sama #papa!QN #Reiji Kotobuki #ranmaru kurosaki #ai mikaze #camus #papa #papa!Reiji #papa!Camus #papa!Ai #Headcanon #papa!qn prompt fest #I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #A very belated happy birthday to Anon! #Answering asks

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Not only is it almost father's day but it's summer!! Could I please get family beach/pool trip scenarios? Ahhh just imagining it is so cute. Individual family outings or maybe a whole group version just to see everyone's kids interact?? Whichever is best for you. Thanks so much in advance :D

(I’m sorry prompt fills are taking so long, real life keeps getting in the way OTL)

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It’s Daddy’s day out! \o/

They go to Camus’ private beach because it was either that or a public one and Camus figured with great reluctance if he and his precious angel were going to be exposed to peasants it might as well be those he’s familiar with at least, much as it pains him to say it

Reiji rented a family van to pick everyone up and drove them over

Carpool karaoke happened and it was magnificent

They pull up to the beach and to the sight of Camus standing like a Greek god on the sand

His hair is up

His chest gleaming in the sun

His shins exposed

He’s possibly exposed more skin in public today than he had in over a year

It was only his opened shirt printed all over with cartoon heads of Alexander (a Father’s Day gift from his daughter via his S/O) that kept everyone present from being blinded

The deadly glare he shot anyone who even thought of commenting on his fashion sense today was enough to turn even the sun cold

Preparations before playtime see Camus and Ai diligently spraying their children down with sunblock, having brought with them metal canisters of it with spray nozzles attached for even coverage

Ranmaru’s barking at his kids to put it on while slapping it on himself

His son and daughter squeezing it on each other’s backs from a large economy tube of sunblock

When it comes to helping their father, they have fun drawing faces with the cream on Ranmaru’s back, quickly smearing the drawings away when he complains they’re taking too long 

Reiji and his twins have completely forgotten that sun protection exists and are already running into the sea, yelling and whooping, pool floats hooked under one arm and beach balls under the other

(His kids survive the day without sunburn

Unfortunately enough, the same cannot be said for Reiji

He returns to work red as a lobster with new patches of skin showing where his children helpfully assisted Daddy in peeling whatever was coming off

Manager-san banned Reiji from going under the sun for next month, swaddling him in long-sleeves, face-mask, a giant hat and pants, leading to Reiji almost being hospitalized for heat-stroke later)

Reiji and Ranmaru join their kids in the water

Ai and Camus prudently keeping to the shade

Ai’s son tugging on his hand for him to go play in the sea with him

Ai shaking his head

“You know that I’m no good with water. Go play with the others, I’ll be fine by myself here.”

His little boy is super disappointed

Halfheartedly joins the other kiddies in the water

(The disappointed look on his son’s face from that time stuck with him for months after that

The next beach trip sees Ai liberally dousing himself with sealant and wading grimly into the sea with his son and a steely determination not to let the water get in the way of quality father-son time)

Camus, horrified at how rowdy the other children are, at first stands like a stern sentinel between his daughter and the commoners, arms folded and face stern as thunder

But one small tug at his tailored capri trousers, his little girl looking up at him with forlorn eyes and he very literally melts

Compromises by shadowing her closely until he’s dragged off by Reiji to give the poor girl some breathing space 

Ranmaru gleefully assisting by putting Camus in a loose chokehold and literally towing him through the sand because as long as it causes the seaweed head distress he’s in

Ranmaru’s son, being the oldest of the lot, ends up keeping an eye on the other kids, to the silent approval of his father

Camus’ daughter is very excited to see other children her age because much like Camus she’s grown up surrounded by adults, although in very different circumstances 

(Camus is adamant on having his little angel home-schooled, since the alternative would be sending her to a boarding school in the mountains but he can’t uproot himself to join her there just yet due to work

His S/O is equally adamant she at the very least goes to a normal school and make friends with other children because their daughter is going to grow up in a literal ivory tower isolated from the rest of humanity over her dead body)

But she’s a little shy and doesn’t know how to approach them

Ranmaru’s daughter tends to stick to her big brother 

Then she spots Camus’ daughter fidgeting at the edge of the water, looking like she really wants to play with everyone else but is hesitant to do so

The Kurosaki siblings go over and take her hands, drawing her in to join them

Ranmaru’s son was the first boy to ever hold her hand

Little girl has her first crush when she looked up at him and he smiled back

(Camus, feeling a chill go down his body, fights tooth and nail to untangle himself from Reiji and Ranmaru and fly to his daughter’s side)

Ai’s son runs over when he sees them, excited that the little girl he’s always seen standing by the sidelines is finally here

Camus’ daughter’s heart melts when Ai’s son takes her hand and beams up at her

She’s never seen a boy younger than her, and so much smaller too!

Ai’s little son is normally shy and has a tendency to hide behind his parents’ legs when in public, but he’s very different with the other QN children whom he’s practically grown up with

He looks up to and sticks to Ranmaru’s son too, so he’s got two ducklings following him around everywhere he goes

Now with the addition of Camus’ daughter the duckling count has gone up to three

Both Kotobuki twins inherited their father’s boundless energy and appetite for fun

His son tends to be more on the serious side but enjoys a good prank like his sister

He and Ranmaru’s son are the ‘responsible’ ones who will pick up the younger kids and run like bats out of hell anytime a prank or joke goes wrong

The twins are the ones who come up with new games for everyone to play most of the time

Both of them have taken to calling Ranmaru’s son ‘Oniichan’, to his mild annoyance

Afternoon rolls around and both big and small stomachs are rumbling

Each papa brought their own homemade picnic lunch from home for potluck

Ai greatly approves of this

He’s a big believer in his boy getting as many experiences as possible, food included

Reiji’s karaage is naturally one of the more popular items on the menu, with Ran’s meatballs coming in a close second

Ai’s fruit and vitamin punch was left largely unfinished because it had more vitamins than fruit and tasted like it

(Both Ai and his son are puzzled by everyone’s reaction to the drink which was both healthy and absolutely fine to them, reminding all present that Ai’s little boy had inherited his father’s analytical taste buds)

Camus’ dessert tables (filled with nothing but cake and ice-cream and carried in by a crew) saved the day and everyone’s tongues

One table was graciously provided for the potluck

The other was reserved for him and his daughter, who to his dismay keeps trying to share her dessert with the Kurosaki spawn

The Kotobuki twins may be picky eaters but the sand and sea’s sharpened their appetites, making their father weep with joy when he saw empty plates and little hands holding them up, asking for seconds

Ranmaru’s drummed the principle of “clean your plate or starve” into his kids heads ever since they were old enough to eat solid food, so picky eating isn’t much of a problem for him

Except he isn’t exempted from every parent’s enemy of vegetables, which is a high hurdle for him to clear considering he’s not a fan of the green either

Apparently his children got around the ‘starving’ part of their father’s dining discipline by feeding their vegetables to the cats, technically still leaving their plates clean

Camus daughter has never eaten anything that wasn’t prepared by either her father or a professional chef, which should tell you enough about her upbringing

As mentioned, Ai’s son shares the same taste buds as his sire, hence he’ll eat anything and think it tastes alright

After lunch and a half-hour rest in the shade (with Ranmaru being awakened from his nap by his papa!radar going off and cracking open an eye to glare at any child who tries to sneak back on to the beach earlier than they’re supposed to), it’s back to the sun and waves and more fun

Ranmaru’s got his son hoisted up on his shoulders and his daughter hanging gleefully off one bicep, proudly showing off that he’s still got the muscles despite fatherhood

Reiji’s and his two-man army came armed with water soakers and are currently running for their lives from Camus, who is soaked and breathing frost and fury and advancing menacingly on the Kotobukis, his steps turning the surrounding water and sand to ice with his daughter perched on one arm, only slightly damp due to her father shielding her

Later on watermelons are brought out for an afternoon snack

The age-old game of watermelon smashing commences

When it’s Ranmaru’s turn to hit the watermelon he takes aim, spins and strikes alarmingly close to Camus, sending sand flying in all directions

“Eh, thought I sensed something soft headed around here. Guess my gut was right on the mark.”

He grins, taking off the blindfold and cracking his neck with an added smirk

Highly unamused, Camus feels around for the nearest thing at him to bash Ranmaru’s head in with, which turns out to be a plastic toy bucket still half-full with wet sand

Equally unamused and seeing red now, Ranmaru grabs another toy bucket, chooses an area of beach abundant with seashells and tiny crabs, fills it to the brim and dumps it down the back of Camus’ shirt

Their kids watching the sand, seashells and seaweed fly with the battle raging on 

(Good thing their wives had the foresight to pack more than one change of clothes for both the men and their kids)

Everyone eventually settles down to finish off the smashed watermelons

Ranmaru teaching the children how to spit out the seeds and unknowingly initiating a competition to see who can spit them the furthest

Camus has long carried away his daughter, mortified at her having to watch such a crass activity

Reiji’s been furiously taking photographs throughout the entire day and sending constant updates to his wifey at home

(He spams the Quartet Night group chat with the same photos and commentary later

Camus leaves the chat group in a fit of ire, only to be added back almost immediately by Reiji

“Myu-chan, you’re so careless! What’re you doing accidentally exiting the group chat like that? Think of all the news you’d have missed out on if I hadn’t noticed!”)

Closer to evening Ai’s son is worn out from playing and starts getting clingy with his father

“Hm? What’s the matter?” he asks him, rubbing his back with one hand. “Tired already?”

He presses his head against Ai’s shirt and pouts

“Want Mommy.”

“We still have three hours and forty-seven minutes left to go before we can see your mother. Do you want to take a nap in the shade first?”

“No. Want Mommy now!”

Off Ai goes, carrying away his cranky three-year-old to some place quiet where he can calmly explain to him how throwing a tantrum does not make time go by any faster

He returns an hour later, his toddler in his arms, now completely exhausted from his father’s lecture which turned out to be as hypnotic as a lullaby

Hearing Ai’s son whining for his mother makes the other children realise that they’ve gone an entire day without Mommy too

The mood’s going downhill fast, with all the adults frantically trying to stop their children from bursting into tears from suddenly missing their mothers

Reiji saves the day with a brilliant idea

“No summer night is complete without fireworks!”

Good thing he brought along enough to make Ai and Camus seriously worry about being caught by the police for possession of an abnormally large amount of explosives

Firecrackers, whizzlers, fountains, spinners, you name it, Reiji’s probably got more than ten of it

All papas present breath a sigh of relief when their children are distracted from thoughts of their mothers by the possibility of playing with something bright, shiny and noisy

Ai has his boy in his lap, placidly holding on to a sparkler

Baby boy wanted to do nothing but snuggle in his chest at first, but the bright lights and the noise the other children were making woke him up 

Camus hovering anxiously behind his little girl, a globe of water ready to materialize in his hand any second for fear that a stray firework might have the audacity to approach his angel

Ranmaru and Reiji’s children having the time of their lives running up and down the beach, setting off bottle rockets in the air

Ranmaru running after his kids when they gang up with the Kotobuki twins to chase Reiji down the length of the beach with roman candles at ready

At the end of the night, after cleaning up after themselves (junior chipping in to help), each papa carries their exhausted but happy child home in their arms, piling into the rented van

Camus is both stunned and aghast when his little girl tugs on the arm of Ran’s son, her head still resting against her father’s chest, and tells him to come and play again sometime

Ranmaru is just as mortified when the little boy yawns and nods

The two fathers share a mutual look of “WE SHALL NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN” before urgently bundling their children back home

Ran gives his confused son the “You can pick anyone you like, just not that one” talk

The poor man has never felt so threatened in his life before

Camus bathes his little girl in the Permafrost equivalent of holy water to exorcise whatever black magic that Kurosaki spawn must have cast on his precious angel

Reiji sends everyone home safe and sound

Bathes and carries both his children to bed and tucks them in

Pulls his wife down to sit next to him on the couch as he recounts the day and adds on even more commentary to the sea of photographs he had texted her throughout their day out

All of Quartet Night’s wives say the same thing to their exhausted husbands when they return home with sleeping children in their arms

“Welcome back. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

And they had to agree that it wasn’t

(Although whether they would do it again was still up for debate lol) 

#utapri #uta no prince sama #Quartet Night #papa!QN #Reiji Kotobuki #ranmaru kurosaki #camus #ai mikaze #papa!Ranmaru #papa!Reiji #papa!Camus #papa!Ai #papa!qn prompt fest #headcanons #Answering asks

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(for the prompt fest!) Papa!Camus ♦: Slow dancing (with his bby girl PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE 😭)

Congratulations, I don’t know how it happened but you’ve made me soft for papa!Camus now. (*´ ▽ `*)

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Prisms sparkled in the light of the little girl’s eyes, the same light blue as her father’s shining as she peered with wonder into the beautifully inlaid wooden box.

“Papa, what are these?”

“Pick one and see, angel.”

Curious eyes darted between the shining crystals, each one lovely and tempting in its own way. Little hands finally chose and closed around one. Candlelight glinted off its ends, sharp and pointed as two rapiers placed handle to handle. She looked up inquiringly at Camus. Long fingers reached forward and stroked the top of the prism, eliciting a gasp of delight from his daughter on his arm when it glowed blue and white, the tingling notes of a harp flowing forth from it. 

“Do all of them play music, Papa?”

A rare smile tugged at Camus’ lips. Passing his free hand across the remaining crystals embedded in the box he was holding, a running scale sounded up and down, lights glowing and winking like fairies dancing under his palm. His daughter clapped her hands in delight, the prism she had chosen still clutched in one fist. 

“What would you like to listen to, darling?” he asked, idly tapping a crystal at random, elaborate notes floating from it into the air. 

The way his daughter’s eyes lit up when she heard it was so much like his wife’s that he felt himself falling in love all over again. 

“I like that one. It sounds like the song you and Mama danced to when you got married!”

“Ho?” Camus marveled, one hand casually selecting the diamond-shaped crystal out of the box. “Now how would you know what that sounds like, angel? I don’t recall you being there. Has someone been showing you things behind my back?”

Dropping the prism she had been holding back where it came from, the little girl threw her arms around Camus’ neck and looked up at him pleadingly. 

“You mustn’t blame Mama, Papa. We were taking measurements for my new dress when the dressmaker said that the pattern we chose reminded her of the bridesmaids dresses for the wedding. I was the one who begged Mama to show me how they looked like so she did.”

Camus was half-way wondering when his wife had learned to work the magic needed to use the crystal the extravagant wedding was recorded on (which he had to admit took much longer than both of them had anticipated to plan because they couldn’t agree on so many things. It was nothing more than a miracle blessed from the Queen they had been able to compromise enough to have held it in the end) when he remembered the existence of something called a Blu-ray player in the house. 

“Besides, it was so beautiful,” his daughter said dreamily, her head leaning against his chest, her hair soft under his chin. “Mama’s dress was so wonderful, the train sweeping so elegantly across the floor when she danced with you. Papa, you looked so handsome too! Just like a king from a fairy tale!” She sighed in longing. “I wish I could have been there. I would have liked to dance with you too.”

Camus’ expression was carefully schooled as he processed the implications this scenario hinted at.  

“Well then,” Placing the crystal in his hand on the mantelpiece where it balanced perfectly by itself, he closed and kept the box away, his daughter perched on his arm while his free hand caressed the diamond, making it glow silver and white. “I would not be much of a king if I could not fulfill such a simple request from my little princess.” Letting her down so that her feet touched the floor, he bowed, one hand sweeping the air, the other behind his back, elegantly enough to put most butlers to shame. “May I have this dance, my small lady?”

He felt a warmth blossom in his chest at the smile spreading across his little girl’s face at this gesture. 

“Of course. My first dance with Papa!”

She dropped into a curtsy, slipped her hand into her father’s waiting one and straightened up. 

“I’m not very good at dancing yet though. It would be terrible if I stepped on your feet, Papa.”

The music started from the beginning again, piano and harp tinkling into existence. Camus held on to his daughter’s hands fondly. 

“Do not worry, my snowflake. All will be well if you follow my lead.”

“I know.” His daughter’s trusting smile up at him made his heart clench again. “I trust you.”

Her feet were sure, following where her fathers’ went without hesitation, her steps graceful despite her young years. Candlelight lit by magic reflected off her face, so very much like his and his wife’s. 

The pride Camus felt leading his daughter around the living room threatened to overwhelm him, and it was with much difficulty that he forced it down, his body language never betraying the struggle within. He took it slow, his strides measured, his sweeps small to accommodate his little daughter who was leaning into him, her full trust in him evident in every movement. 

“This is fun, Papa!” His daughter beamed up at him as he lifted his arm to spin her carefully. “Was it like this when you danced with Mama?”

Camus allowed the slightest smile to escape, the memories of his wedding resurfacing with every step he took with his little girl. “Your mother was not as good a dancer as you are, my darling girl. I’m afraid she may have much to learn from you. Perhaps I should be sending her to your dance lessons instead.”

“Oh Papa,” The sound of her laughter warmed him to the core better than any fire could. He was loathe to admit it but his daughter had been the one crack in his armor since the day she was born. “You are always so stern with Mama, but I know you don’t mean it. Not truly!”

“Oh dear,” They whirled past the mantelpiece, Camus casually running a finger over the crystal in passing and renewing the music. “I must be losing my edge, if I am so easily seen through.” He bent down slightly, his daughter giggling and letting go of his hand to touch his hair falling over one shoulder. “Shall we keep this a secret between us, my little snow bell? Something that only us father and daughter have knowledge of.”

The sheer delight that lit up her little face made her shine brighter than the brightest star to his eyes. A secret between her and Papa! Something that belonged only to them! 

She nodded eagerly, her composure broken as she bounced on her feet in excitement. 

“Oh yes! Let’s do that! I promise I won’t tell anyone!”

It was with great effort that Camus kept his face stern. His daughter remembered then they were still in the middle of dancing and stopped, her cheeks burning as she peered up at her father.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped while the music was still playing.”

The way she apologized, her little hand slipping back into his bigger one, made Camus’ heart ache. It reminded him of himself at a slightly older age than she was now, surrounded by adults and expected to behave like one of them as well. She would never be able to grasp just how large an impact her existence was on his life. To him, her being here, her little hands in his, was more magical than anything he could ever conjure up or even dream of.

His wife had asked him once, in a rare tender moment between them, if he would give their child the freedom he had never known in his own childhood.  

Now with his little girl in front of him, doing her best to dance as she had been taught, her steps following his unerringly, the memories of his wedding, his strict childhood, his daughter’s birth and the wonder of watching her grow up without the shadow of obligations, happily and carefree with a joy that he never had and could give her now, the answer was so obvious it made him wonder why he hadn’t been able to reply back then. His daughter made a sound of surprise when he broke his own posture to bend down and scoop her up in his arms.

“You never have to apologize to me, my darling little girl. You may tear out my heart, stab me in the chest and break every bone in my body yet I will always, always forgive you without question. You must always remember this, my angel. You will always be my pride and joy, no matter what you do.”

Relief mixed with delight flooded her face. Throwing her arms around her father she happily buried her face in the crook of his neck, dancing completely forgotten. Camus hesitantly lifted a hand and gently stroked her hair, still swaying slowly to the music playing out its final notes. 

“I love you the most, Papa!”

Much to his surprise, Camus found that he wholeheartedly returned the sentiment and meant every word. 

#utapri #uta no prince sama #camus #papa!Camus #papa!qn #papa!qn prompt fest #fanfiction #fanfic #writings #Answering asks

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AHHHH ok if you're still accepting papa!QN requests, could I please ask for "Shhh, they'll hear us." for Reiji and Ran?? Thank you so much for this !! I feel blessed already. 💞

Here you go! :3

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“Oi, Reiji. You lost or something? My place is that way.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, Ran-ran. You know the Rei-chan compass is never wrong! I’m bringing us to our babies!”

“Eh?”

“They’re having a play date at my place today, and the best part is they don’t know our flight touched down early. Don’t you want to see the looks of surprise on their adorable little faces when they see Daddy’s home earlier than they thought? Ahhhhh, I can’t wait! My darling honey sent me photos of them today and it’s too cute for this world! Here, I’ll show you!”

“SHIT, REIJI! EYES ON THE ROAD FOR FUCK’S SAKE. The hell you trying to do, get us killed before we get back?”

“Eheheheh, sorry~ I got too excited thinking about seeing my little wonder bunnies again after so long. I missed them so much, every day without them was torture, simply torture! Did I tell you I dreamt of them last night– What are you doing, Ran-ran?”

“Looking for something to throw up in.”

“I didn’t know you got carsick.”

“I don’t. It’s you that’s making me want to hurl.”

“That’s mean! Mean meanie Ran-ran! As if you don’t think about your babies all the time too!”

“ ‘Least I don’t gush about them every time I open my mouth and make whichever poor sap you managed to corner green with mush. The hell’s a wonder bunny anyway?”

“Oh! Oh! You don’t know? I can’t believe I didn’t show you the photos! There was this really cute shop I passed by the other day which sold the most adorable onesies for children, so I bought my angels matching bunny sets and you wouldn’t believe how cute they looked and they loved them so much they wore them every night for a week straight and it was so adorable, I almost died from the sheer cuteness the first time they came running up to me with their little hoodies up and their bunny ears flopping and look, look, they even have fluffy cotton ball tails and bunny paw pads and–”

“THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING. HANDS ON THE WHEEL, DUMBASS.”

“But I need to show you how absolutely adorable my little darlings are, I don’t believe there’s anything more heartwarming than the sight of them at the door waiting for me to come home–”

“Which isn’t going to happen if you take your eyes off the road one more time. Just shut up and drive, okay?”

“But I haven’t finished telling you about my babies–”

“CAN IT, REIJI.”

* * *

“And we’re here! Wait for me, my darlings, Daddy’s flying to you right now!”

“Why’re you parking outside?”

“Can’t you hear it, Ran-ran? The beautiful sound of our little angels playing in the front yard! It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I just pulled up to the front like normal, would it? Now, we have to be very, very quiet as we sneak up to them– Come back, Ran-ran! You’re going to spoil everything!”

“Reiji, I don’t know what the hell you’re on but it was a ten-hour flight and the only thing I want to do now is pick up everyone that’s mine from your place, go home and crash for another ten hours.”

“But Ran-ran! Where’s the fun in— Ohhhhhh, there they are! Quick, hide!”

“Damnit Reiji, let go–”

“Shh, they’ll hear us. Look, Ran-ran! Look at our little miracles! Aren’t they just the best thing to happen to you? Aww, I could watch them play forever~ Ooh, look at your little girl go! She’s certainly an energetic one, isn’t she? Does she take more after Daddy or Mommy, I wonder?”

“Dunno. Kept us up all night when she was still in diapers, that’s for sure.”

“D’aww, but you sure didn’t seem to mind back then. Oooh Ran-ran, look, look! My babies are here! Oh my sweet babies, my little treasures– What are they wearing? Are those new outfits? My honey never mentioned this to me!”

“Why does your wife have to tell you something like that anyway?”

“Heh heh, my honey and I have absolutely no secrets from each other! Don’t you know that open communication is the key to a long, successful, loving relationship? We tell each other anything and everything. We’re one team! One family!”

“Everything except that though.”

“She must have meant it as a surprise for me! She’s so sweet, my best girl is! Ahhhhh, they look so cute when they’re dressed like that, and– Ran-ran! Ran-ran! It’s the kiddie version of my latest single’s costume! I thought it looked familiar! Oh no, oh no, I’m going to cry…”

“What the– Don’t use my sleeve– AHH FUCK DAMNIT REIJI WHAT THE HELL.”

“I can’t help it, they’re so adorable, my heart’s going to burst. That’s it, I can’t take it anymore! DADDY’S HOME, MY SWEET DARLINGS!”

“Oi! Weren’t you the one who said to stay–”

“OH MY HONEY BUNNIES, MY LITTLE ANGELS, DID YOU MISS ME? DID YOU MISS DADDY? YOU DID, DIDN’T YOU? DADDY MISSED YOU SO MUCH, SO MUCH SO MUCH—– DADDY’S NEVER LEAVING YOU AGAIN, NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER—”

“…The hell did we just waste all that time hiding for then?”

“Daddy! You’re back early!”

“Hey, kiddo. Alright, up you go. You been good while I was away?”

“Daddy’s home! Daddy, Daddy! Me too, me too!”

“Hi, pet. Careful there.”

“How did you know we were here, Daddy?”

“Eh, your Uncle Reiji can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life.”

“Ooooohhhh, you got something to show Daddy, is that it? What is it? Daddy can’t wait to see! Ah, my girl, my best girl, my one and only honey! Was this supposed to be a surprise for me? But I ended up giving you a surprise too, didn’t I? No way, I love you more, I love all of you, you know me so well, I’m so glad to be home! I’m never leaving again your side again! Rei-chan’s so touched, the tears won’t stop, help…”

“Daddy, why’s Uncle Reiji crying on the floor? Did he fall down?”

“Nah, he’s just being a fuc– an embarrassment. Nothing new. C’mon squirts, let’s go home.”

#utapri #uta no prince sama #Reiji Kotobuki #random #papa!Reiji #papa!Ranmaru #fanfiction #writings #Answering asks #papa!qn prompt fest #papa!QN

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Prompt requests for papa!QN day are now closed! 

Thank you so much to everyone who sent in a request, I had so much fun reading through all of them and they made me literally laugh out loud XD XD XD

I got a lot more than I expected and I’ll be working on them as soon as I can, plus I want to do my best on each of them and that takes time, so please be patient! (*´꒳`*)

#papa!qn prompt fest