Bedtime Stories (Seto/Tea ficlet)
BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! I HAVE TO SHARE THIS! This little ficlet came to me in the shower . . . and scarily enough it was the last bit of conversation that came to me first XD Definitely Seto/Tea.
And yes . . . I'm aware that a certain someone talks in atrocious run-on sentences, but I thought it was rather age appropriate ^_~ In case you haven't noticed (or don't remember), I'm resurrecting a certain made-up character from a year-old challenge fic . . .
Um, yeah - there's a very light dash of sexual innuendo, but it's so miniscule that it's almost INNOCENT ^_~
UNDER THE CUT!
Bedtime Stories
By Kysra
A mother tucks her five year old daughter into bed. “What story would you like tonight?”
Chubby little hands grasp the grandmother-made quilt upon which Mommy sits and Baby Girl lies beneath. “The Princess and the King!”
It is a story much beloved by Mommy for it has been lived . . . in a way. Daddy, overhearing on his way out of the home office, cannot help but question his precious Treasure’s choice. “King? Wouldn’t you rather hear about a Dragon?”
“He is a Dragon, Daddy! The Dragon King!” Baby Girl’s melted sapphire eyes flash emphatically as she corrects Daddy, and she settles when he smiles at her, his eyes sliding toward Mommy.
“A Dragon King? And what does this Dragon look like?”
Mommy glares at Daddy as only Mommy can while Baby Girl explains, “He’s really big and silvery (‘cuz he’s a knight in shining armor too!), and his eyes are blue even though I wanted him to have green eyes because green eyes are pretty (but yours and Mommy’s are pretty too even though they’re blue), and I wish I had green eyes so I thought the King could have green eyes too, ‘cuz he’s a dragon, and dragons are green.” A deep breath and a blink. “Aren’t they, Daddy?” Because, of course, Baby Girl’s Daddy knows everything.
He sits next to Mommy on the edge of the little girl’s bed and smooths her long, auburn pigtails. “Some are green. Some are white - with blue eyes. Some are black - with red eyes.” He chuckles when Baby Girl wrinkles her nose at the mention of red eyes. “Some are golden and stupid -“
“DADDY! The Dragon isn’t stupid! He’s smart! He marries the Princess!”
Mommy’s mouth turns up in a strange expression, sharper than a smile. “Maybe it’s the Princess who was stupid.”
“MOMMY!” Baby Girl huffs dramatically and throws up her hands in an imitation of how Mommy sometimes acts when her uncles (Woof-woof, Shorty, and Pencil-head) are being especially rowdy (Baby Girl doesn’t know what “rowdy” means but it certainly makes a big mess).
“I’m sorry, Takara-chan*. Tell Daddy a little more about the Dragon King.”
Baby Girl - or Takara-chan - looks up, up, up at her father with blue-blue Dragon’s eyes. “Mommy says that he has to have blue eyes because they match the Princess’s blue eyes. I wanted the Princess to have green eyes, but Mommy says the Dragon has dark blue eyes and the Princess has light blue so it’s ok. And the Dragon King has brown hair - like yours Daddy! Mommy says it’s cut so that he looks kinda like a mushroom head, and -“
“What?” Daddy looks at Mommy with his you’re-in-so-much-trouble look. Baby Girl knows this look intimately and comes to Mommy’s rescue.
“It’s ok, Daddy! The Dragon needs to look like that so that the Princess can find him! And then they fall in love and live happily ever after with their treasure!”
He still seems a bit startled. “Treasure?”
“Yes!” Baby Girl claps her hands over his before explaining patiently, “Don’t be silly, Daddy. He’s a Dragon and a King. Of course, he has treasure.”
“So . . . this Dragon King has blue eyes, brown hair, and lots of money?”
“Oh no, not money, Daddy. Mommy says their treasure is worth more than all the money in the world.”
Daddy gives a soft laugh then turns his head to Mommy with an expression that always makes Uncle Mo-mo make gagging noises before catching Baby Girl up in his arms and bringing her outside to play. “Brown hair, mushroom head, blue eyes?”
Mommy snorts softly, running a hand through her own dark hair. “I could have given him tri-colored hair and violet eyes . . . or dirty blonde and brown.”
“Bite your tongue.”
“I thought that was your job.”
“Don’t worry, your tongue will be very occupied . . .”
Later, she shapes the word with her mouth. He smirks before turning his attention back to his daughter. “And how does a Princess fall in love with a Dragon King?”
Baby Girl’s face lights up as she wiggles beneath the sheets. “Oh, Daddy! The Dragon King is so lonely because everyone’s afraid of him and thinks he’s mean, because when he talks fire comes out! But it’s not his fault! He wants to have friends, and he loves his baby brother, Baby Dragon, so much! But the villagers have hurt him so badly that he built a great, big stone castle around himself, and everyone who tried to get into the front door to talk to him would get burned so . . . poor Dragon King never had any friends.”
“He must have been very sad.”
A bobbling, sharp succession of nods with flying hair and rustling ribbons. “Uh huh, but the Princess wanted to be his friend, so she did something to get his attention!”
Daddy’s hand reached out for Mommy’s. “And what’s that?”
Sitting up quickly, legs folded under her, Baby Girl grasps earnestly onto Daddy’s shirt sleeve. “Since the Dragon King burned anyone who came through the front door, the Princess went through the back door - Baby Dragon let her in, and then she bashed Dragon King on the head until all the fire went out of him!”
The smile that had been fixed upon Daddy’s face suddenly vanished as he turns his head to Mommy. “Teaching our child that violence is the answer?”
That strange, sharp smile reappears as Mommy asks, “What did the Princess bash Dragon King over the head with, Takara-chan?”
“The Great Nerf Circle of Friendship! See, Daddy? Dragon King wasn’t hurt. He had a curse on him and friendship set him free! Then he didn’t breathe fire anymore when he talked - it just steamed a little - and people weren’t as afraid of him anymore, and he knocked down the walls of his castle, and they got married and built a new house full of love and -“
“Friendship,” Daddy grunts, sounding sort of like he does when he has just woken up in the morning.
Baby Girl blinks as Mommy laughs. “How’d you know, Daddy?”
“I think your mother has told me this story before.”
“Oh.”
Still laughing, Mommy re-tucks Baby Girl in then leans down to kiss her goodnight and remove the ribbons from her hair. Daddy kisses her next and whispers, “I love you.” The night light in the corner is turned on and the lamp is turned off, but before he can follow Mommy out of the room to let his little one sleep, Daddy turns back. “The Princess’s eyes are the color of the sky, aren’t they?”
“I don’t know, Daddy. Mommy just said they were light blue.”
Daddy nods slowly and leaves, half-closing the door and stepping slowly away to find Mommy in the hall staring at him, amused. “You really think my eyes are the color of the sky?”
Daddy pauses. “Fetching for compliments, Téa? And if you even threaten to breathe a word to anyone that I said something so trite - even to Takara-chan, I’ll . . .”
“What, oh Dread Fire-breathing Dragon King of the Sky Blue-eyed Lover?”
“Didn’t I mention something about your tongue being occupied?”
“I believe you did, my Repellent Majesty.”
“Repellent?”
“Would you prefer ‘Grouchy’?”
“I think I’ll have to do more than occupy your tongue. . . . Especially for that Great Nerf Circle of Friendship. The things you fill our daughter’s head with.”
Téa, smiling widely, tucks her arm into his as they walk slowly to their bedroom and chooses to respond only to the first part of his reply. “Do tell, Lizard Lips.”
“Lizard Lips” cocks an eyebrow and flashes a smirk as they reach their destination and shut the door. “Nothing less than all of you will do.”
“And what could possibly keep my interest -“
Rustling cloth, charged silence, and a choked laugh.
“Fire-breathing Dragon King, indeed.”
Then a muted bang and squealing giggle punctuated with a small cry.
“Oh, Seto!”
- Owari -
* Takara means "treasure" in Japanese.
ENJOY!!!! ^_^
- Kysra
And yes . . . I'm aware that a certain someone talks in atrocious run-on sentences, but I thought it was rather age appropriate ^_~ In case you haven't noticed (or don't remember), I'm resurrecting a certain made-up character from a year-old challenge fic . . .
Um, yeah - there's a very light dash of sexual innuendo, but it's so miniscule that it's almost INNOCENT ^_~
UNDER THE CUT!
Bedtime Stories
By Kysra
A mother tucks her five year old daughter into bed. “What story would you like tonight?”
Chubby little hands grasp the grandmother-made quilt upon which Mommy sits and Baby Girl lies beneath. “The Princess and the King!”
It is a story much beloved by Mommy for it has been lived . . . in a way. Daddy, overhearing on his way out of the home office, cannot help but question his precious Treasure’s choice. “King? Wouldn’t you rather hear about a Dragon?”
“He is a Dragon, Daddy! The Dragon King!” Baby Girl’s melted sapphire eyes flash emphatically as she corrects Daddy, and she settles when he smiles at her, his eyes sliding toward Mommy.
“A Dragon King? And what does this Dragon look like?”
Mommy glares at Daddy as only Mommy can while Baby Girl explains, “He’s really big and silvery (‘cuz he’s a knight in shining armor too!), and his eyes are blue even though I wanted him to have green eyes because green eyes are pretty (but yours and Mommy’s are pretty too even though they’re blue), and I wish I had green eyes so I thought the King could have green eyes too, ‘cuz he’s a dragon, and dragons are green.” A deep breath and a blink. “Aren’t they, Daddy?” Because, of course, Baby Girl’s Daddy knows everything.
He sits next to Mommy on the edge of the little girl’s bed and smooths her long, auburn pigtails. “Some are green. Some are white - with blue eyes. Some are black - with red eyes.” He chuckles when Baby Girl wrinkles her nose at the mention of red eyes. “Some are golden and stupid -“
“DADDY! The Dragon isn’t stupid! He’s smart! He marries the Princess!”
Mommy’s mouth turns up in a strange expression, sharper than a smile. “Maybe it’s the Princess who was stupid.”
“MOMMY!” Baby Girl huffs dramatically and throws up her hands in an imitation of how Mommy sometimes acts when her uncles (Woof-woof, Shorty, and Pencil-head) are being especially rowdy (Baby Girl doesn’t know what “rowdy” means but it certainly makes a big mess).
“I’m sorry, Takara-chan*. Tell Daddy a little more about the Dragon King.”
Baby Girl - or Takara-chan - looks up, up, up at her father with blue-blue Dragon’s eyes. “Mommy says that he has to have blue eyes because they match the Princess’s blue eyes. I wanted the Princess to have green eyes, but Mommy says the Dragon has dark blue eyes and the Princess has light blue so it’s ok. And the Dragon King has brown hair - like yours Daddy! Mommy says it’s cut so that he looks kinda like a mushroom head, and -“
“What?” Daddy looks at Mommy with his you’re-in-so-much-trouble look. Baby Girl knows this look intimately and comes to Mommy’s rescue.
“It’s ok, Daddy! The Dragon needs to look like that so that the Princess can find him! And then they fall in love and live happily ever after with their treasure!”
He still seems a bit startled. “Treasure?”
“Yes!” Baby Girl claps her hands over his before explaining patiently, “Don’t be silly, Daddy. He’s a Dragon and a King. Of course, he has treasure.”
“So . . . this Dragon King has blue eyes, brown hair, and lots of money?”
“Oh no, not money, Daddy. Mommy says their treasure is worth more than all the money in the world.”
Daddy gives a soft laugh then turns his head to Mommy with an expression that always makes Uncle Mo-mo make gagging noises before catching Baby Girl up in his arms and bringing her outside to play. “Brown hair, mushroom head, blue eyes?”
Mommy snorts softly, running a hand through her own dark hair. “I could have given him tri-colored hair and violet eyes . . . or dirty blonde and brown.”
“Bite your tongue.”
“I thought that was your job.”
“Don’t worry, your tongue will be very occupied . . .”
Later, she shapes the word with her mouth. He smirks before turning his attention back to his daughter. “And how does a Princess fall in love with a Dragon King?”
Baby Girl’s face lights up as she wiggles beneath the sheets. “Oh, Daddy! The Dragon King is so lonely because everyone’s afraid of him and thinks he’s mean, because when he talks fire comes out! But it’s not his fault! He wants to have friends, and he loves his baby brother, Baby Dragon, so much! But the villagers have hurt him so badly that he built a great, big stone castle around himself, and everyone who tried to get into the front door to talk to him would get burned so . . . poor Dragon King never had any friends.”
“He must have been very sad.”
A bobbling, sharp succession of nods with flying hair and rustling ribbons. “Uh huh, but the Princess wanted to be his friend, so she did something to get his attention!”
Daddy’s hand reached out for Mommy’s. “And what’s that?”
Sitting up quickly, legs folded under her, Baby Girl grasps earnestly onto Daddy’s shirt sleeve. “Since the Dragon King burned anyone who came through the front door, the Princess went through the back door - Baby Dragon let her in, and then she bashed Dragon King on the head until all the fire went out of him!”
The smile that had been fixed upon Daddy’s face suddenly vanished as he turns his head to Mommy. “Teaching our child that violence is the answer?”
That strange, sharp smile reappears as Mommy asks, “What did the Princess bash Dragon King over the head with, Takara-chan?”
“The Great Nerf Circle of Friendship! See, Daddy? Dragon King wasn’t hurt. He had a curse on him and friendship set him free! Then he didn’t breathe fire anymore when he talked - it just steamed a little - and people weren’t as afraid of him anymore, and he knocked down the walls of his castle, and they got married and built a new house full of love and -“
“Friendship,” Daddy grunts, sounding sort of like he does when he has just woken up in the morning.
Baby Girl blinks as Mommy laughs. “How’d you know, Daddy?”
“I think your mother has told me this story before.”
“Oh.”
Still laughing, Mommy re-tucks Baby Girl in then leans down to kiss her goodnight and remove the ribbons from her hair. Daddy kisses her next and whispers, “I love you.” The night light in the corner is turned on and the lamp is turned off, but before he can follow Mommy out of the room to let his little one sleep, Daddy turns back. “The Princess’s eyes are the color of the sky, aren’t they?”
“I don’t know, Daddy. Mommy just said they were light blue.”
Daddy nods slowly and leaves, half-closing the door and stepping slowly away to find Mommy in the hall staring at him, amused. “You really think my eyes are the color of the sky?”
Daddy pauses. “Fetching for compliments, Téa? And if you even threaten to breathe a word to anyone that I said something so trite - even to Takara-chan, I’ll . . .”
“What, oh Dread Fire-breathing Dragon King of the Sky Blue-eyed Lover?”
“Didn’t I mention something about your tongue being occupied?”
“I believe you did, my Repellent Majesty.”
“Repellent?”
“Would you prefer ‘Grouchy’?”
“I think I’ll have to do more than occupy your tongue. . . . Especially for that Great Nerf Circle of Friendship. The things you fill our daughter’s head with.”
Téa, smiling widely, tucks her arm into his as they walk slowly to their bedroom and chooses to respond only to the first part of his reply. “Do tell, Lizard Lips.”
“Lizard Lips” cocks an eyebrow and flashes a smirk as they reach their destination and shut the door. “Nothing less than all of you will do.”
“And what could possibly keep my interest -“
Rustling cloth, charged silence, and a choked laugh.
“Fire-breathing Dragon King, indeed.”
Then a muted bang and squealing giggle punctuated with a small cry.
“Oh, Seto!”
- Owari -
* Takara means "treasure" in Japanese.
ENJOY!!!! ^_^
- Kysra