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meabh-mcinness · 1 year

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I would very much like to ask you about something soft if you please.

I would very much like to see iruma who has been turned back into a toddler seeing the reader and balam as his parents!

Like just little baby bluebell iruma happily holding balams and readers hand as they walk down the hall of babylus.

Just reader also being protective over iruma(epically right now with what our boy is going through!) Just giving him the love and car he really didn't get from his parents.

Just soft family times! Is all I want!

Thank you for taking the time to read this and please have a good whatever time you currently have and thank you for reading.

Thank you so much for requesting this. I didn't realize how much I needed babyboy Iruma until now, and managed to get this out in time for Mother's Day! Also, happy Mother's Day to all the great mom's out there, especially @snippychicke who is the best discord parent ever.

Family Day

Despite your very anti-kid-abuse views, you very much wanted to throttle Schenell. The kid was a genius, no doubt about it, and you were very proud of him for being able to do this at all. You just weren't entirely happy about the consequences or that it happened to your son specifically.

Having been on your way to Shicirou's classroom to drop off the textbooks he ordered, you'd been quickly distracted. A loud explosion sound followed by lavender-coloured smoke pouring out into the hallway from a room a few doors up. After working here for months, you weren't too concerned (even Orias-sensei somehow had a student set the astronomy room on fire just last week), until you realized which door it was up ahead. That door didn't belong to a classroom, but a battler room.

Iruma's battler room.

Heart pounding, you dropped the textbooks and raced for the door. Images floating through your head of what could have happened. An experiment went wrong, Kirio sneaking back in, a different intruder having crept in? Atori swept through your brain uninvited, you could quite easily see the thin spindly man sneaking back in after failing to grab Iruma once.

One hand on the door, throwing it open further, the other reaching to grab the dagger Shichirou had gifted you. Iruma injured, Iruma being eaten...

"Iruma!" ... Iruma?

You blinked in surprise as you took in the scene before you. On the ground in front of a lab table covered in vials and beakers of different substances lay Schenell. The newly turned third year who was obsessed with the student council president if you remembered correctly. One of the vials, partially filled with a liquid the same colour as the smoke you saw before, was clutched in his hand. A look of despondency etched onto his face as he stared at a pile of clothes lumped together on the floor in the middle of the room.

Iruma's clothes, your mind supplied, with no Iruma in sight.

You were about five nanoseconds away from attacking the third year and demanding where your son was when you noticed the clothes were squirming and making noises. No, you suddenly realized, it was babbling.

A tiny head poked out from the pile with a familiar shock of blue hair attached to it. You blinked once, twice, and then shut the door, trying to comprehend what you saw. Opening the door again, you once more took in the scene. Yup, it was still the same. Only now, that tiny head was turned towards you.

The wide, shimmering blue eyes of your son stared up at you. His scythe-shaped ahoge started to wave fast in excitement as he recognized who you were. Short chubby arms suddenly appeared next to his head, rising up towards you. Tiny hands grasping in your direction in the universal sign of 'up' babbling at you all the while. You were almost certain you heard the word 'ma' leave his lips. You hadn't even registered moving, but the next thing you knew, you were lifting him up into your arms, his now oversized shirt wrapped around him under his armpits. Coos leaving your mouth at how adorable he was.

A shuffling noise caught your attention and your instincts immediately had you clutching Iruma to your chest, almost baring your teeth at the possible threat. Only to remember Schenell's existence. A quick glance had you confirming that it was indeed the third year moving to get up. He looked almost in tears as he stared at the mostly empty vial. You would feel bad if he had been working in a safe environment for potion-making, and if your child wasn't a victim of his shenanigans, again. As cute as Iruma was in this form aside.

"Mama," a voice called to you, tugging on a free strand of hair to get your attention, or perhaps just to play with the shiny strands. Looking down at the toddler in your arms, the first thing you noticed was the matching set of glimmering azure eyes staring at you. One petite fist was wrapped around your hair, the other clutched to your blouse, and it took everything in you not to squeal at the sight.

OK, so maybe you were a little happy about the consequences.

"Yes, Iruma?" you answered with a smile, taking the hand holding your hair so that it can latch on your own much larger one instead. He was just so tiny now. Before, he had stood at around your height, and now he was less than half that. You were very tempted to take pictures, only that would require putting him down. Which was an obvious no-go, how could you possibly let this cutie down?

"Mama...upset?" Iruma asked, eyes so wide and bright before dimming at even the possibility of upsetting you, turned to stare at your clasped hands as if contemplating if it was OK.

"What? Honey no! Of course, I'm not mad at you." Your hand quickly moved to cusp his large cheek, watching them puff up as his came with and subsequently was squished in-between. Your thumb started rubbing the side of his face in a gentle, rhythmic manner. Starting from the top of his forehead, continuing down his cheek until you hit your own hand, before starting the whole process over again. He leaned into the touch, almost purring as he nuzzled you. You felt your heart clench, if you weren't reassuring him, you just knew you would implode from the cuteness that was a toddler Iruma.

Perhaps instead of strangling Schenell, you would subtly give him some kind of reward instead.

Speaking of, you saw him slowly inching his way towards the door of the Magical Tool's Battler, out of the corner of your eye.

"Schenell if you move one more muscle I will have you in detention until the end of the school year." His entire body froze, but you could see in his eyes that he was deciding whether or not it would be better to run anyway. You were known as one of the nicer teachers, after all, surely your detentions couldn't be that bad?

"With Kalego-sensei." you continued on. The fight immediately left him as he slumped down to his knees. It really paid that Kalego was the strictest teacher in the school sometimes. You almost felt bad for the headache you were about to cause him with this. Almost.

Still, now what to do? Iruma, as charming as he was, couldn't stay as a toddler. Especially if whatever had been done kept him permanently as one until it was reversed, which meant you needed the reversal now. You really didn't feel like trying to contain the entire misfit class from killing the third year or constantly trying to steal Iruma.

You turned to fully face Schenell, eyeing him up. He certainly looked dejected, but was it because he had been caught doing something, again, or did he genuinely feel bad? Well, there was one way to find out. Taking a deep breath, you tried to gather your thoughts. You didn't want to scare Iruma after all, but Schenell would 100% try to worm his way out of it if you were too soft.

"Explain."

Clearly sensing the danger, Schenell launched into an explanation of what had happened. In his endless quest of gaining Ameri's love, he had decided to try appealing to her maternal side and had attempted to create a de-ageing potion, only to be startled when Iruma had popped out of one of the piles of artefacts. Probably trying to sort through them still, even after a year of doing so. Evidently, the potion had worked, made obvious by Iruma's now rather small form. The resulting explosion sound of Iruma turning younger had been what had drawn you in.

And now you were here, with a 14-year-old toddler in your arms (and wasn't that a weird sentence to think) and a third-year to discipline. A sign left your mouth before you could stop it.

"And do we have the antidote to said potion?" You asked hopefully. Maybe you would be lucky for once and this entire thing could be swept under the rug before it inevitably exploded into something bigger. And it would, it always did when Iruma was involved. The blank stare on Schenell's face before it fell into realization quickly answered your question in the negatives, dashing your hopes. Of course, he didn't. He probably hadn't even been able to test if it actually worked yet when Iruma had accidentally intercepted him.

A sigh left you as you thought over your options. You could of course call Sullivan, but somehow you had the feeling that he would try and prolong Iruma's exposure as a toddler rather than fixing it. You understood entirely of course, having adopted Iruma as a teenager meant even you hadn't got to see him in his full child stage before. This was a rare opportunity to exploit, being able to enjoy that stage. Unfortunately, your rational side argued back that Iruma didn't deserve to be left in this form. Especially when you knew you would have absolutely hated to be left as a toddler had this happened to you. So Sullivan, and by consequence Opera, would probably be your last choice for once.

This left you with either the other teachers or locking Schenell in this room until he came up with a cure. While it would be equitable to have him fix his mistake, it could also take a very lengthy time. Who knew how long he had been working on this one, much less how long it would take to make the reversal?

Which left you the other teachers, but who to ask that wouldn't squeal to Sullivan? Dali-sensei as the overseer of the new magic battler would be a good choice, he likely knew of something similar or at least the process of reverse engineering magic to get results. He was also one of the biggest gossips of the entire staff. This meant the entire school would somehow know within five minutes, and you would have a hoard of students and teachers to fight off when they inevitably tried to get a glimpse of him.

Momonoki-sensei was also possible, as someone who came from a family whose bloodline magic was to master all magic types it was entirely possible she had some kind of reversal type she could use. But could magic reverse potion effects? It was certainly possible, but you simply didn't know enough of the two subjects to be certain. This event was a rather forceful reminder that you needed to do a lot more research to catch up to even the basics of the Netherworld.

Kalego was also an option, while grouchy and strict, it was quite obvious that he cared for the entire misfit class, with Iruma as a particular favourite. He fully believed in helping students to the best of his abilities and leaving one as a toddler would go against that code, and as a rank Chet, it was entirely possible he had access to more powerful magic than Momonoki-sensei at rank Zayin.

The problem with those three teachers boiled down to one thing. Not a single one of them knew that either Iruma or yourself were human. While you didn't believe any of them would actually eat you(well Dali-sensei was honestly a wild card), you didn't know if they would run straight to Border Patrol either. Especially with the knowledge that Kalego's older brother was the second most powerful member there. Familial ties were usually worth far more than some being you just met.

Which led you to your last and most preferable choice. Shichirou was also a rank Chet, had knowledge in healing magic (even going as far as making his own salves and tinctures), and already knew of your rather human status. It was highly likely that if he didn't already know a solution, he could contact someone who would without exposing either of you.

And if you got to spend a little extra time with the demon you were courting as a result, well, that was no one's business but your own.

Mind made up you shifted Iruma to be carried fully on your hip with only a single arm for support and dug through your pockets for your hellphone. Pulling out the small device, you shot off a text asking if Shichirou was free to help you with a 'little problem' in Iruma's battler room.

Pausing you glanced at Schenell again, an idea forming. Well, it's not like you couldn't have the third-year demon working on a reversal potion for detention while also working on the problem with Shichirou. It would be both opportunistic for the third year and punishment if you set it up with the right teacher. Such as a waspish guard dog, who just so happened to be looking over detentions this week and was already in a foul mood from dealing with Robin's familiar class this morning.

With a smile at Schenell that probably came off a bit more villainous than meant given the way he paled further, you sent off another text to Kalego letting him know that he would have another student joining him after school and that you would give the full story later. Followed by another text to tell him that Iruma would not be attending his afternoon lessons today.

You had barely seen the return text of agreement from Shichirou when you heard the clacking of talons clicking against the floor and felt the vibrations of his heavy feet hitting the ground before Shichirou rounded the corner into the room. The tall demon still had to duck his already slouching frame into the room, gloved hand grasping the doorframe to keep balance as he did so.

Briefly, you wondered what it must be like to be so tall, before shaking the thought away to focus on the situation at hand.

"Hel...lo...?" He blinked in surprise at the scene before him. And you supposed it was a rather odd one. You standing there, with a child on your hip, phone in hand, as you stared down a student before you. You gave him a tired smile, as Iruma wiggled to lean back out of your arms to look at the newcomer. His eyes went wide and his ahoge started wagging again once he noticed who he was looking at.

"Papa!" he cried out while reaching his arms towards the gargoyle, squirming in your hold to reach him. Both Shichirou and your eyes widened in shock at Iruma's words. Your mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out as you looked back and forth between the wiggling toddler and the flabbergasted demon.

Shichirou's eyebrows were raised to his hairline, and you were certain that if his mask was not in the way you would see his jaw drop open. "Pa...Pa?" he muttered as he slowly took staggering steps towards you. You turned so that you were better facing him, and in hopes that maybe Iruma would settle down before you dropped him.

Shichirou's eyes were darting back and forth between you and Iruma, and you could see the gears turning in his head. Before you could ask what he was thinking, Iruma jerked hard enough to reach Shichirou now that he was closer that you had almost dropped Iruma, quickly shifting your arms to have a new hold on him. Shichirou even crossed those last few steps quickly, arms stretched out slightly just in case you had.

You really didn't want to let him go, nerves still a little strung out from your earlier fear that something had happened, but you trusted Shichirou. He would never willingly harm either of you, far more likely to harm himself long before he hurt you. With a small sigh, you shifted Iruma once more before turning your attention back to Shichirou.

"Would you like to hold him?" Shichirou gave you a startled look as if the thought hadn't even crossed his mind despite Iruma still struggling to reach him while crying out 'papa'.

"You would trust me with your child? Even with my strength?" A snort left you before you could stop it. Of course you would, though you understood that despite you're reassurances he would probably always hold reservations and insecurities due to how strong he was.

"I've trusted you with Iruma since we first met," you said while carefully holding Iruma out for him to hold, "Just because he's shrunk doesn't mean I trust you any less." Shichirou carefully took Iruma into his arms, a soft happy squeal of 'Papa!' accompanying as he did so.

Whereas Iruma was easily the same size as your torso he was quickly dwarfed in Shichirou's large frame. The gargoyle demon cautiously cradled him in one of his arms, the small boy fitting almost perfectly in the crook of his elbow. His free hand moved slowly to run his fingers through Iruma's hair before running down the side of his face before starting the process again.

Quickly putting your hellphone into camera mode you snapped a picture of them. This was most definitely becoming your new background photo.

Suddenly Schichirou's hand stopped moving as his eyes widened once more as he fully processed what you said. Eyes darting across the toddler's face as he took in his facial details and the very telltale sign of the scythe-shaped ahoge.

"Iruma!?" Shichirou said startled, staring down at the boy who was snuggling into his chest while in his arms with a new look of surprise and curiosity on his face.

"Yep, Iruma. He was hit with a de-ageing potion that Shenell here created," you pointed towards the third year still sitting on his knees. His face was pale now that the demon who was still rumoured to run experiments on students was here and his attention put on him. He had forgotten about the rumours that you two were courting and obviously, you would call the highly-ranked demon to come deal with the problem if so. Schenell wanted to cry as his brain ran through all the different torture scenarios the rank chet could perform on him, of course, nothing was worse than never seeing his waifus again.

Schichirou's eyes narrowed at Schenell and he tilted his head, free hand leaving Iruma's head to clasp his mask in thought as he observed the third year before speaking.

"And how, exactly, did Iruma get hit with this potion?" He asked, eyes still zeroed in on Schenell like a bird of prey. Getting even paler at being addressed, Schenell launched into his explanation again, stuttering here and there throughout. Diving further into details than he had originally given when prompted by the gargoyle, though the overall story was still the same. He had wanted to capitalize on Ameri's maternal side, so he made a potion that was unfortunately splattered on Iruma when he had startled Schenell.

Once the boy had finished, Shichirou nodded. Stroking his mask some more, before he suddenly pointed his finger at the Schenell, causing the boy to flinch, and launched into a rant about the dangers of creating new potions when there wasn't someone else to watch his back. Especially in areas that weren't built with that kind of use in mind and where anyone could stumble in on them and become a casualty, like now. Shichirou's hand went back and forth from pointing at Schenell and petting Iruma's head in a fast motion, even blurring at times as you watched it go back and forth like a ping pong ball.

When the rant had reached over five minutes though with no sign of stopping, you felt a slight bit of pity for Schenell, as you were quite certain his soul was in the process of leaving his body at the long tirade. Though, you had no intentions of stopping Shichirou until you focused back in on Iruma and noticed he kept grabbing at Shichirou's shirt and knawing at it, until he saw the large hand come back to pet him and tried to capture it to bite instead. Occasionally he would screw up his face like he felt uncomfortable before he started biting.

Oh, you suddenly realised. Iruma was getting hungry. As a 14-year-old while he was never truly hungry, he was constantly snacking on food, and toddlers, while not eating as much did eat more often. Their tiny bodies ran through the fuel far quicker than older humans, and a quick glance at your hellphone confirmed that it was actually an hour past lunch. He would be sneaking a snack in class right about now. You were slightly surprised he wasn't crying out from starving.

You placed a hand on Shichirou's arm, before raising the other to tilt his head towards you. His voice tapered off as he stared at you in confusion, eyebrows knitting together before you motioned to Iruma.

"As much as I would love to leave you to your scolding, we do need to fix Iruma soon. And if we can't do that, we need to at least feed him before we have a very angry toddler on our hands." His eyes widened again at your words before he nodded.

"Is there anything left of the original potion?" He asked turning back to Schenell. The younger demon's spirit appeared to return to his body and he quickly held up the vial he had still been grasping this entire time. Shichirou leaned over and grabbed it, holding it up to the light and twisting the vial around to examine it.

"We can fix Iruma, right?" you asked.

Shichirou nodded before replying, "Don't worry, because we still have a bit of the sample from the original potion it'll be easy to make a counter one to reverse its effects." He turned towards Schenell, "I'm assuming you wrote out the ingredients and the quantities of each one?" Schenell nodded his head furiously. "Then it'll be even easier to make one. Most likely we'll just make copies of the ingredients list and the directions before handing this off to Dali-sensei. He'll have a cure by the end of the day no doubt."

Shichirou lightly placed one of his hands on Iruma's head, ruffling the hair a little, causing the small boy to laugh in delight at the ministrations, before he grabbed the large hand and brought it to his mouth to lightly bite one of the gloved fingers, suckling and gnawing on it like a newborn. Shichirou's eyes crinkled as he smiled behind his mask at the reaction, no doubt just as happy as Iruma clearly was.

You raised an eyebrow at him, "And he won't jabber at all? The last thing we need is Sullivan finding out and going overboard with Iruma." You could already see the massive piles of toddler clothes and toys Sullivan would buy and the millions of pictures that would be shot. Along with the school website being redesigned all over again, and the school newspaper would probably be forced to redo their afternoon editions just to include this. Not that they would probably mind, Iruma was one of their favourite subjects to cover after all.

Though you wouldn't be too mad about having some pictures. Maybe a lot of pictures...

"If you don't want Sullivan-sama taking Iruma, why don't you just kidnap him first?"

You blinked in surprise. "Pardon?"

*******

As you walked through the backways to the cafeteria, a hand grasping one of Iruma's tiny ones so that he couldn't wander off, his other clasping one of Shichirou's fingers, you could see a few wandering students staring at you. They do quite a few double-takes at seeing you and shichirou with a very obvious toddler in between you. You undoubtedly knew that this was going to be all over the school in minutes, but you couldn't bring yourself to hurry up Iruma when he was having so much fun swinging your hands.

Shichiro stops in front of the entrance of the cafeteria and takes a peek in to make sure it's mostly empty before continuing in, heading straight to the kitchen area. You follow along pliantly, mostly focusing on Iruma's babbling as he seemed to be singing a song of some sort, while he swang your hands to an unknown beat. Your hand slowly sneaked to grab your hellphone to take a photo of him, making sure the flash was off as you snapped a picture before stashing your phone again before Iruma could notice.

You were starting to understand why Sullivan just carried a camera bat around with him.

Reaching the kitchen, you both chatted with the chef a bit as he handed a large bundle of bento boxes stacked on top of one another and wrapped in a cloth to act as a handle and help keep them together. When he noticed the tiny Iruma drooling over all the food scents, he laughed before motioning you to stay and left for the back. You managed to exchange a confused look with Schichirou before the chef came back with a tiny box.

"A treat," he said, "for the little one," as he gave you both a big smile along with the box and waved you out. You had barely managed to say thank you before you were ushered out by Iruma as he tried to follow the scent of food in Shichirou's hand. You laughed as you were briefly pulled into a circle by the excited toddler, before reaching down and grabbing him up into your arms, spinning him in a circle above you, before settling him on your hip again. His squealing laughter rang out through the courtyard as you exited the building.

It was one thing to trust holding his hand in the halls of the school, it was another to trust it out on the open grounds. Schichirou's story of he got his scar in the first place, flashed through your mind briefly before you shoved it down. Iruma was safe with both you and Schichirou here, and nothing could change that.

The weather outside was a pleasant temperature of neither too hot nor cold, with a small breeze blowing through occasionally. You could vaguely hear the demon birds screeching in the distance and the rustling of leaves as different critters moved along the branches of the trees. The sky for once is mostly clear with only a few clouds buzzing by, allowing the suns' rays to shine down on you with a gentle warmth.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Shichirou says as he starts walking through the courtyard towards the greenhouse set next to the diabotany tower. He held a door open for you and you ducked inside with a thank you before looking around in awe at all of the different plants growing about. There were no raised flowerbeds or even pots, instead, everything grew directly from the ground leaving you feeling like you were walking on a cloud with the soft grass underneath your feet.

Iruma looks around in awe enjoying everything that surrounds him, before spotting a small blonde demon watering some of the plants, with an excited squeal he pointed her out to the both of you while simultaneously drawing her attention to your arrival. She turned towards you and waved, putting down the watering can as you drew closer. Letting Iruma down, he immediately made his way towards Suzy-sensei and she started cooing over his small form.

"Thank you, Suzy-sensei, for letting us do this."

"It's no problem, yis." Suzy waved off the thanks and continued to coo over Iruma's tiny form. Forming small flowers from her hand to wave in front of him, watching as his small hands consistently try to grab at them, only for the flowers to pull back at the last moment.

A shrieking laugh tore from Iruma when one of the flowers dashed forward and booped him on the nose before retreating quickly again to keep from being grabbed.

"And don't worry, I won't tell anyone you're here, yis."She said before retreating the flowers back and waving goodbye cheerily at you, cooing once more at Iruma before leaving towards the door.

You waved back, before quickly grabbing Iruma so he couldn't follow her. Instead directing him towards a grassy patch area, filled with blooms that mostly closely reminded you of clovers and honeysuckle, to sit on as Shichirou started unpacking the bento boxes. He distributed the boxes among you, revealing sandwiches, salads, and other delicious-looking treats. Well, as delicious as Netherworld food could look to your human eyes. Regardless it all smelled so appetizing and as Iruma dug with gusto you took small bites of your own meal.

When you took a glance at Shichirou though you noticed he was hesitating, one hand over his mask as if debating whether or not to take it off. With a quick look over at the meal, you realized that not a single thing here could actually be eaten with his mask on, and he would have to take it off if he wanted to partake. While you were slightly sad he still wasn't comfortable just taking it off in front of you yet, you also understood. Insecurities were hard to let go of.

Putting your sandwich down, you instead grabbed his fork and took a bit of his salad leaned up and slowly unlatched his mask for him, making sure to move slowly enough that he could stop you if he wanted. With the mask off, you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth where the scar was before drawing back slightly, putting the fork in front of his mouth to eat with a smile on your face. His face was flushed but he obediently opened up and took a bite, taking the fork for himself as he chewed.

With a grin on your face at your accomplishment you went back to your own meal, keeping an eye on Iruma to ensure he wasn't eating too quickly or making a mess. Occasionally leaning over to wipe his nose when some of the sauce somehow gets on it, or help him break up larger pieces into smaller ones.

When you all had finished you watched carefully as Iruma sprang up and ran about the area, investigating everything he saw from the different flowers to a random pebble he found, as you helped Shichirou clean up. Though you were a little anxious at letting him run about, you assumed you had nothing to fear when Shichirou had simply smiled at the small boy and did nothing to stop him.

As if sensing your anxiety, a gloved hand ran through your hair and you looked up to see Shichirou smiling fondly at you. "Don't worry, this is the safest greenhouse Suzy runs. Nothing here is carnivorous, though you may see a few chomping on each other. And my vines are blocking the only entrance so he can't escape," He said pulling you closer so that you were lounging in his lap. His long legs sprawled to either side of yours as your back met his chest.

With a soft sigh, you nodded and instead focused on the white strands of hair tumbling over his shoulder and down yours. With a mischievous smile, you went about collecting the long stalks of the clover-like flowers that you could reach before braiding the snow-like hair. Fingers moved quickly to twine the strands with the clover until you were left with one thick braid peppered with green flowers and sharp purple leaves, tied off with one of the grass strands in replacement of a hair band.

You had been so focused on the task that you hadn't even noticed Shichirou's eyes widening before doing the same thing to you with a blush covering his face (later you would find out that messing around with another's hair in such a way was only done between family members and mates. You had essentially claimed him without even realizing it), only instead of doing one thick braid, his fingers moved deftly to create multiple little ones with the top half of your hair before weaving the bottom half of your into a larger one, throwing the smaller braids and flowers in as he worked to create an elaborate braid from your hair.

Light humming filled the air, as Shichirou fiddled with braiding the flowers into your hair. With a start, you suddenly realized it was Shichirou producing the sound in his contentment. "Sto'ry! Sto'ry mama, sto'ry!" Iruma demanded your attention with a bright smile on his face as bounding back towards you covered in pollen and dirt and clambered into your lap fully, staring up at you expectingly as Nigipnir moved from your shoulder to wrap around the boy's shoulders. You couldn't help the smile that formed on your face and you settled in, leaning forward slightly to wrap your arms around him so Shichirou still had room to play with the strands as he finished the braid.

"Yes mama," Shichirou rumbled from behind you, still messing with your hair, "Tell us a story."

You threw a fond glare over your shoulder and he grinned unrepentantly at you, "Alright, a story it is. Let's see, this story will start as all good ones do. Once upon a time, in a place not so far away. There lived in a forest, a proud wolf who guarded his territory with a ferocity unlike any other, and a wise rabbit who helped all who came across her and shone with a beauty never seen before."

Iruma stared up at you captivated as your voice weaved the story, hands moving dust off the dirt and pollen that had gotten everywhere in the few minutes you had looked away, before running your fingers through the blue strands on his head. With the length it was at you wouldn't really be able to weave the larger flowers into it like yours and Shichirou's but you could still play with it regardless

Between the warm air, the scent of flowers wafting around, and your voice flowing through the air weaving a tale about the wolf and the rabbit finding love, it wasn't long before Iruma was starting to doze off. He was so close to sleeping, just needed that extra push and yet the story was done. For a second, you debated on telling another story until you realized Shichirou was still humming. More quietly now, so that both he and Iruma could hear you, but still there was a light vibration rumbling from in his chest.

Well. You could work with that.

"You are my world, my darling. What a wonderful world I see," The lyrical notes left you easily as you booped Iruma on the nose, causing him to let out a sleepy giggle. He snuggled further into your lap, face burrowing itself into your lower abdomen and tiny hands wrapped around Nigipnir like they were a stuffed animal. Though judging by the purring noise they were making, they didn't seem to mind too much. Your hand moved to go back to petting his hair as you fully leaned back into Shichirou's embrace, back flush to his front. "You are the song I'm singing. You're my beautiful melody."

As you sat there with Iruma in your lap and Shichirou wrapped around you, you rather felt like you could fall asleep too in this peaceful environment. A large part of you wishes that this moment would simply be frozen forever so you didn't have to go back to the real world.

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