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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
Kris joins the eight bodies on the large sofa to watch the evening news. He is swarmed with children as soon as he sits down. Tao is in his lap with full control over his left arm. The boy who sat on the desk and the boy who sat on the floor lean against his left side, revealing themselves to be Chanyeol and Kyungsoo after some squabbling. The boy who he made cry, Baekhyun is his name, crawls into his lap beside Tao. The slight boy from before tucks himself into Kris' side on the right and another tiny boy slithers across the back of the couch until he is resting across Kris' shoulders. By tuning into the whispered hisses, he learns that the boy cocooned in his side is Yixing and the boy he's wearing as a scarf is Jongdae.
Luhan and Minseok are perched on the ends of the couch, most of their attention on the broadcasters. But every once in a while Luhan will lean over and tug on Chanyeol's toes, making the boy squirm and laugh, and Minseok will reach over to muss Yixing's hair, which earns him an unhappy scowl.
During a break, Luhan shifts closer. "You always treat dad like he's a porcelain doll. You would think that you'd have toned it down after sixteen years, but no."
"Yeah, Pa," Minseok joins in. "I think you're in the wrong time," Kris freezes. "You were probably meant to be a medieval gentleman or something."
"Sir Papa the Knight," Jongdae murmurs drowsily into his collarbone.
"Daddy is the princess," Chanyeol announces, guffawing. He earns a few more laughs. Then the news comes back on and everyone is silent.
Yixing curls up further into his side, yawning. "You really love Daddy," he hums before falling asleep.
Kris is speechless. He stares at the small boy for the remainder of the show, then the television goes off and he, Luhan, and Minseok check for survivors. Everyone's asleep save the three of them. They've been decimated.
Kris has Baekhyun in the crook of his left arm and Yixing up against his right. Jongdae's awake enough to cling to Kris' neck while he carries the three of them upstairs. Ahead of him, Minseok has Tao and Kyungsoo, and Luhan's carrying Chanyeol 'cause he's a big kid for his age. "He takes after you," Luhan grumbles, panting as he reaches the second floor and Kris is drowning in fondness for all of these kids and he can't breathe. But he also can't breathe because Jongdae has a death grip on his neck.
The doors have names on them and Kris almost cries in happiness. He and Minseok duck into Tao and Jongdae's shared room first, then Minseok heads over to Chanyeol and Kyungsoo's room. Since Yixing and Baekhyun are older, it seems that they get their own rooms. He lays Baekhyun down first, in a messy room with papers thrown everywhere, then he goes across the hall to Yixing's room. It's a clean, orderly room and just as he did with the others, Kris leans down and places a kiss on the boy's forehead. Yixing smiles and rolls over. Kris shuts the door behind him.
Since he's already been in all the room on this floor, he follows Minseok and Luhan upstairs. The two duck into side by side rooms, and Kris wishes them goodnight. Both laugh and tell him that they'll be up much longer because homework is horrible. Kris orders them very sternly to not stay up too late. They agree with dubious expressions, grinning when Kris ruffles their hair and then they disappear into their rooms.
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"Are they all asleep?"
"And in bed," Kris shifts between feet, not sure what to do. The last time he'd seen Joonmyun was three days ago and the boy had 'accidentally' knocked over Kris' coffee onto all of his notes.
"Well, get over here then," Joonmyun drawls, switching off the light beside him as Kris goes over to what is apparently his side of the bed. He lays facing Joonmyun's back, content to stay two feet away when the other grabs both his hands and wraps them around himself, shifting back until there isn't any space between them. Kris holds his breath as Joonmyun leads his hands downward and onto his stomach. Kris takes a deep breath and everything smells like Joonmyun. He shifts closer.
"I'm worried."
"What," Kris whispers back. "Why?"
"Sehun, he's so quiet." He pulls up the sweater and his shirt beneath until Kris is touching the bare skin of his protruding abdomen. "The doctor's all say he's fine but he hardly ever kicks or moves."
"He'll be fine," Kris assures, placing a chaste kiss to Joonmyun's neck. "You need more sweaters."
The other laughs. "Maybe if you bought more sweaters then you wouldn't lose as many." He tucks his face into the sweater he's wearing and hums. "Or maybe not." Kris laughs and Joonmyun shifts until he's facing Kris, letting out a grunt as he does so. He tugs Kris' hands back and starts playing with the long fingers, stopping when he reaches the ring on Kris' finger. He grins holds up his own, comparing them in the sliver of moonlight streaming in through the window. "Even after nine, I'm still..." he laughs. "Though you're not much better. This is it though. I'm stopping at ten." He states firmly.
Kris nods. "Ten's a good number." Joonmyun yawns and he tugs the man closer, fitting his head beneath Kris' chin. Joonmyun tangles their legs together and pulls Kris' right arm over himself, curling so that his stomach presses against Kris'. He groans something about being fat, but then reaches back down to play with Kris' ring.
Then Kris feels it. At the same time, Joonmyun laughs. "Sehun likes you," he sing-songs against Kris' sternum as the child kicks once more. He yawns once, twice, then his breathing evens out and the grip on Kris' hand goes slack. Kris assumes he's asleep until he hears a soft, "I love you," whispered into his collarbone.
He tugs Joonmyun closer, as close as he can, and hugs the man to his chest. He seems to be asleep now, breaths skittering over Kris' neck.
This is the man who has caused Kris endless grief. This is the man who single-handedly disposed of nine of Kris' research papers without getting caught. This is the man whom Kris wants to hold tight and never let go.
He fights sleep for as long as he can, focusing on the deep breaths on his skin and the rare movement he can feel from Joonmyun's abdomen. He makes it until the first light of dawn sneaks into the room, painting Joonmyun's hair a pretty array of colors. Not just dark brown, but chestnut, burgundy, red, and chocolate. He ducks down and presses his lips to Joonmyun's temple, curling around the man as sleep finally claims him.
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Kris' eyes fly open. He's in a tent. A new tent, with bright vibrant walls, elegant plush chairs and a gleaming mahogany table. Across from him sits a young girl decked in blood red veils and ropes of jewels. Her face is impeccable, make up subtle. She grins and her teeth are a gleaming white.
"Did you see what you wanted? My ancestors were soothsayers, people often say that I'm impeccable when it comes to predictions. So, tell me what happened."
Kris gets up and bolts. Laughter follows him all the way out of the tent and he just has time to see the newly painted Fortune Teller sign before he rounds the corner and runs off. Just his luck, he runs right into someone but reacts quickly enough to grab onto the stranger's shoulders before he falls.
The person is pliant in his grip and almost feels familiar. Kris looks down and sees short, carefully styled brunet hair. The grin that lights up his face is quickly wiped away when Joonmyun glances up and scowls. "What, Wu, did the Circus reject you, too?"
And Kris isn't gonna lie, that kind of stings, especially when Joonmyun wrenches himself from his grip and brushes himself off, fully intent on walking away. Kris opens his mouth to fire back an insult, but what comes out instead is, "you have really nice hair."
Joonmyun pauses. "What?"
Kris backpedals. "What I mean is... I think we started off on the wrong foot."
Joonmyun cocks an eyebrow. "That's what you think, is it?"
"Yeah, so," Kris reaches for a rope, anything, "I think we should start again. Do you want to go out for coffee tomorrow?"
"Coffee," Joonmyun repeats, laughing. He fixes Kris with a stare. "I have a morning class."
"Oh, then-"
"But I can do coffee after that," he prods Kris in the chest. "You're paying."
"Yeah, sure," Kris mumbles as Joonmyun gives him one last confused look before running off. When he's gone, Kris grins, and he's pretty sure he looks just like that man surrounded by his family in all of those pictures.
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imagine having 10 kids tho o_o
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dad!kris ugh so perfect
and making the kids cry hahahaha omg
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All he hears is a shriek before his leg is taken hostage by a midget.
Rude. Just wait until that midget grows and takes the leg hostage again. Now nearly as easily to get away from. Trust me.
. . . the boy he's wearing as a scarf is Jongdae.
The best accessory is your son, obviously.
Kris opens his mouth to fire back an insult, but what comes out instead is, "you have really nice hair."
Very smooth. After having a hearty FUCK YOU, ASSBUTT flung in his face, Kris puffs up like OH YEAH?! WELL-YOUR HAIR IS PRETTY! Passive aggressive. The only way to a man's heart.
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