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Summary : It only takes Christmas Eve, Denmark, and alcohol to strip Alice bare.

“Ugh, I miss Denmaark!” Alice suddenly whined on one cold December night, flipping the magazine randomly in front of the fireplace.

Ryo, whose thigh becoming her pillow, looked slightly at his missy, already used to her sudden remarks. “Hmm.”

“What? You don’t wanna come with me?” Alice glanced up, paying attention to her aide's expression.

“I do. But as much as I want to, I have nothing left there. The old man whose pub I used to work at had died. I have no family, relatives, whatsoever. I have no reason to go back. ” He answered nonchalantly, still focused on reading some articles.  

“You have me.” Alice cut him short.

Ryo sighed, his eyes met hers. “And you’re here.”

“Mou, I mean, go with me Ryo-kun! I don’t wanna go alone. That’d be sooo boring! What if some thugs appeared and laid their hands on me?" Alice pouted.

Ryo shrugged off his shoulders. "I have no other option, ain’t I?”

Yes, I am finally trying to get to these, I am so terribly sorry ; 7 ;

For reference: Everything Baby Sentence Starters

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They both had the same pale, almost white skin reminiscent of the most finest porcelain dolls. 

Their peacefully sleeping faces looked almost identical. And just like the very definition of perfection to him. 

The greatest difference was that the baby on the right had hair in the color of ashes erupting from a volcano, while the baby on the left had hair in the color of a snowfall. 

Gently, Ryo reached out his head to softly caress the left babies cheek. Careful as if he was afraid he could break the little baby in the process. Which is something he would never be able to forgive himself. 

She was just too precious, too beautiful, too good for this world. And something he would have never, ever dreamed of being blessed with back in his shadowy days in the dark, cold and lonely pub. 

And yet here he was, able to watch those two bundles of perfection in their innocent and calm sleep. Safe from all evil in the world. And if any should ever come at them? He would shred it to pieces. Like a wolf, he would come at it with sharpened claws and spotted teeth, ready to rip the very soul out of whoever dared to touch his happiness. 

All of his feelings were hard to word however and so all that came out of his mouth as he was moving his hand to gently stroke the left babies cheek was: “We make damn beautiful babies.” 

Here u go~~❤️

Yesss! 

It was always important to Ryo to make sure his son knew how to handle himself (i.e. had common sense and basic skills) even though he would grow up in the hyper-privileged Nakiri family 

When Erik was tiny, Ryo started teaching him how to fight (mostly by analyzing the Rocky and Creed movies) 

This seemed to work surprisingly well, as Erik can throw hands (although he doesn’t have to do it very often)

Ryo also taught him how to swim by pushing him off a fishing boat in the middle of the North Sea and saying, “Swim.” He was four or five at the time. 

Alice was NOT happy about this, but it did work

Beserk-mode Ryo often got really excited about his son’s sports matches

He’s definitely gone off on the referees on a few occasions 

Ryo is also aggressively supportive of Erik’s inventions 

i.e. “The robot is alright, but IT NEEDS TO CHOP THE ONIONS WAY FASTER THAN THIS! IT’S ALMOST THERE, DAMN IT!” 

They go running together in the mornings when Erik is at home (Ryo  wakes him up at five in the morning to work out T_T) 

Ryo also makes a point of keeping Alice and Sofia out of Erik’s hair when he has a girl around, especially if said girl is Akane 

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

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Happy Valentine’s Day!!

@soaringlanddormitory  @yourmoontothenightsky @polar-stars @mpkp76 @muggleinvidbuay

Yesss! 

It was always important to Ryo to make sure his son knew how to handle himself (i.e. had common sense and basic skills) even though he would grow up in the hyper-privileged Nakiri family 

When Erik was tiny, Ryo started teaching him how to fight (mostly by analyzing the Rocky and Creed movies) 

This seemed to work surprisingly well, as Erik can throw hands (although he doesn’t have to do it very often)

Ryo also taught him how to swim by pushing him off a fishing boat in the middle of the North Sea and saying, “Swim.” He was four or five at the time. 

Alice was NOT happy about this, but it did work

Beserk-mode Ryo often got really excited about his son’s sports matches

He’s definitely gone off on the referees on a few occasions 

Ryo is also aggressively supportive of Erik’s inventions 

i.e. “The robot is alright, but IT NEEDS TO CHOP THE ONIONS WAY FASTER THAN THIS! IT’S ALMOST THERE, DAMN IT!” 

They go running together in the mornings when Erik is at home (Ryo  wakes him up at five in the morning to work out T_T) 

Ryo also makes a point of keeping Alice and Sofia out of Erik’s hair when he has a girl around, especially if said girl is Akane 

Yesss! 

It was always important to Ryo to make sure his son knew how to handle himself (i.e. had common sense and basic skills) even though he would grow up in the hyper-privileged Nakiri family 

When Erik was tiny, Ryo started teaching him how to fight (mostly by analyzing the Rocky and Creed movies) 

This seemed to work surprisingly well, as Erik can throw hands (although he doesn’t have to do it very often)

Ryo also taught him how to swim by pushing him off a fishing boat in the middle of the North Sea and saying, “Swim.” He was four or five at the time. 

Alice was NOT happy about this, but it did work

Beserk-mode Ryo often got really excited about his son’s sports matches

He’s definitely gone off on the referees on a few occasions 

Ryo is also aggressively supportive of Erik’s inventions 

i.e. “The robot is alright, but IT NEEDS TO CHOP THE ONIONS WAY FASTER THAN THIS! IT’S ALMOST THERE, DAMN IT!” 

They go running together in the mornings when Erik is at home (Ryo  wakes him up at five in the morning to work out T_T) 

Ryo also makes a point of keeping Alice and Sofia out of Erik’s hair when he has a girl around, especially if said girl is Akane 

“Ryo-kun! Ryo-kun~!”

The half-danish Nakiri knocks on her aid’s bedroom door in glee as if it’s normal to do so past 1 AM– apparently, it is to her. Since Youtube is running out of cat videos, the only entertainment she can get at this hour is through the dark-haired male.

When she barges into his room, instead of catching him snoring behind the blanket, she finds him standing in the balcony, his back against the room.

“Mou! Why aren’t you sleeping? I already prepared a prank to wake you up, you know!”

His eyes don’t turn to where her nagging self is coming, but it surprises her when he doesn’t try anything to kick her out when she stands next to him.

“Milady,” Ryo says calmly, “Look at the sky.”

So that’s why he looks so unbothered.

“Magnificent.” Alice breathes, “We should’ve been in my room instead. I’ve got a huge telescope to see these stars better.”

“It’s good enough as it is.” He mumbles.

Just when Alice is taking mental pictures of the starry sky (and frankly, about to snap at him for not responding when she’s bragging about her prized possession), he asks her– something so random, to her.

“Do you think I’ll be able to go back to Copenhagen someday?”

“Ryo-kun! Ryo-kun~!”

The half-danish Nakiri knocks on her aid’s bedroom door in glee as if it’s normal to do so past 1 AM– apparently, it is to her. Since Youtube is running out of cat videos, the only entertainment she can get at this hour is through the dark-haired male.

When she barges into his room, instead of catching him snoring behind the blanket, she finds him standing in the balcony, his back against the room.

“Mou! Why aren’t you sleeping? I already prepared a prank to wake you up, you know!”

His eyes don’t turn to where her nagging self is coming, but it surprises her when he doesn’t try anything to kick her out when she stands next to him.

“Milady,” Ryo says calmly, “Look at the sky.”

So that’s why he looks so unbothered.

“Magnificent.” Alice breathes, “We should’ve been in my room instead. I’ve got a huge telescope to see these stars better.”

“It’s good enough as it is.” He mumbles.

Just when Alice is taking mental pictures of the starry sky (and frankly, about to snap at him for not responding when she’s bragging about her prized possession), he asks her– something so random, to her.

“Do you think I’ll be able to go back to Copenhagen someday?”

In which Alice was curious of how jam-packed a morning train was and she dragged Ryou out to experience it herself.

Disclaimer: I don’t live in Japan and haven’t been there too, so I apologize if there’s something not suitable to the real situation.

It’s a rare night for Ryou not to get dragged by Alice for her movie routine. He’s in the middle of consideration though, whether he should question this or just be silently grateful for a free time he rarely had for himself. Little did he know, the witty girl had already planned something else for them the first thing in the morning.

“Ryou-kun, good morning! Let’s get some breakfast and jog to the station!” Alice chirped cheerily at him from the dining table, having her breakfast. She already wore her black training pants paired with a T-shirt that shares similar color. Tight enough to show her best features. 

Ryou was hardly processing her words, as he still tried regaining his full consciousness. “Morning, milady. Station? Why do we jog to the station?”

“I’ve been reading some news of how packed a morning train is and I want to experience it first hand. Quick Ryou-kun, it only lasts till 8!” She beamed, dragging him to his seat.

Tokyo had no time to wait. People walked in quick pace, in and out from the train station. They arrived at Shibuya Station at 7. Alice looked so much alike to an excited child for her first train ride. Well, it really was her first train ride. Ryou couldn’t help but chuckle at his missus. He bought the round-trip ticket to Tokyo tower (since Alice didn’t have any idea where they were going to) for each of them and took her hand with him. “You forgot to bring your phone, milady. It’s hard for me to find you if you lost. Stay close.” Alice only nodded in reply, glad that her aide paid that much attention. As expected from Ryou-kun, she thought. Regardless how natural it was for them to be hand-in-hand, Alice still got a bit flustered.

Thanks for this ask! I’ve always wanted to examine how Alice might feel about the way the Totsuki Network is structured as a mother. 

Nakiri Alice heaved an enormous sigh as she read the memo from her assistant, who had been taking the minutes at the last board meeting. Her precious spawn was barely ten months old, and already he’d been ousted from half his inheritance.

Now that Erina had a son of her own—presumably one who had inherited her god tongue—he was suddenly the “natural heir” of the Totsuki Network. The board put it to a vote and decided that when he came of age, Raiden would get the academy and the hotels and the Nakiri Group’s diverse portfolio of investments, and of course neither Erina nor her grandfather had done anything to contradict them.

“You’re thinking too much about it,” Ryou told her as she paced up and down the kitchen waiting for the formula to finish.

“It’s not too much.” She glanced a him, half-pouty and half-pissed. “You should be more concerned that they’re cheating our son!”

The dark haired chef shrugged at his wife’s tirade. “Does it matter so much about the estate when you’re all rich?”

“It’s not about the money,” Alice huffed. “It’s the principle of the thing. They just assume that any child of Erina’s will automatically be more competent than a child of mine. It’s completely unfair to him!”

“What’s there to do about it now?” her husband asked.

“I don’t know,” she said with a sigh. “I’m not gonna complain to Erina about the estate while she’s busy with her newborn.” That would be utterly obnoxious, even by her standards.

“I think the formula is done,” Ryou pointed out.

Alice sighed. “I’ll finish my declaration of outrage later.” 

She finished making the bottle and went upstairs, where she found her son waking from a restless sleep. The fever—which had kept her in Denmark, while she’d otherwise be cursing out the board in Tokyo—had made him so lethargic.

“My spawn,” she said, lifting him up. The infant gazed at Alice lazily with ruby eyes that matched her own. “This is utter nonsense, you know. In ten or fifteen years, they’re all going to figure out that you’re a genius. But I know it now.” 

She closed her eyes, sighing, and rested her forehead against Erik’s. In that moment, she hoped that he would be easy-going—even more so than his mother was. She hoped that he would have the ability to lead, but no desire to do so—that he and his cousin would never take interest in the same things.