You know those videos of Dads and their dad reflexes with their babyâs? Like how they catch their kids before they land on their heads? Can I request Aventurine, Sunday, Dr Ratio, Blade, and Jing Yuan doing that?
Not really part of the request but I like to think Yanqing made it his mission to be a âbig brotherâ to his generals new baby and has had a moment where he was alone watching the baby and saved it from hitting their head poor guy probably panickedđ
Warnings: Mentions of past trauma (Blade), Mentions of immortality (Blade), Mild violence (mentions of near danger).
A/N: please, he probably had a heart attack! đđ
It was a quiet evening at Aventurine's lavish home, the dim glow of luxurious lamps casting a soft hue over the room. He sat at the long, sleek table in the dining room, tapping a pen rhythmically against the polished wood as he mulled over some calculations. Despite the grandiose trappings of his surroundings, tonight wasnât about strategy or high-stakes gamesâthis was his time with the child.
Aventurineâs latest gamble was one he hadn't anticipated: fatherhood. And while he was known for his cunning and calm in the face of danger, he had no strategy for thisâno game to play. His child was his greatest unknown, and they had a way of defying expectations.
Suddenly, from across the room, the unmistakable sound of small feet scurrying broke the silence. Before he could register the moment fully, there they wereâhis little one, gleefully running toward him. But, alas, the floor was slippery beneath their tiny shoes.
Aventurineâs heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he pushed himself from the table, his expression an unreadable mask, though his body tensed as he tracked their trajectory. His child, still oblivious to the danger, began to stumbleâhands reaching forward for balance, their tiny body tipping perilously.
His movements were lightning-quick. Without hesitation, he swept in and caught them mid-air, lifting them up just before they could crash into the floor. His arms cradled them with the same calculated precision he applied to business deals.
They giggled, unaware of the near disaster, while Aventurine couldnât suppress a small, wistful smile. The adrenaline rush of the moment lingered for only a second, but it made him realize that, in this chaotic game of life, heâd finally found something worth playing for.
"Careful there," he said, his voice light and playful, masking the fleeting unease he felt inside. "Youâve got to pace yourself in this game."
The room was bathed in the soft glow of early evening, a tranquil calm that was almost otherworldly. Sunday stood by the window, his gaze drifting toward the distant horizon as he reflected on his recent decisions. His mind, always occupied by existential ponderings, occasionally sought refuge in the simple joy of watching his child play.
They were playing by the couch, their little fingers gripping the soft carpet beneath them as they tried to stand, tottering on wobbly legs. Sunday smiled softly, his eyes flickering with pride. A part of him couldnât help but admire the resilience they displayedâa quality he himself had struggled to find in his own past.
As they took another step, Sundayâs serene focus shifted into mild alarm when they lost their balance. Their body tipped forward, heading toward the edge of the coffee table.
Without a moment's hesitation, Sundayâs wings fluttered slightlyâa subconscious reactionâand he moved forward, his tall figure flowing across the room in a series of graceful strides. He reached out just in time, his hands effortlessly catching them before they could collide with the table.
The little one blinked up at him, eyes wide in surprise, and he simply smiled softly, cradling them close to his chest. It was the kind of simple moment that his idealistic heart cherishedâa moment that needed no words, just the soft comfort of protection.
âYouâve got to learn to balance in life,â he murmured gently, his voice like a soft breeze. âBut donât worry, Iâm here to help you.â
For a brief moment, he felt the conflicting pull of his old idealismâhis desire to shield them from harm, even if it meant navigating the murky waters of his own internal struggles. But for now, he let that quiet turmoil fade into the background, focusing only on the warmth of the child in his arms.
The laboratory-like atmosphere of Ratioâs home was filled with the soft hum of mechanical devices and the constant presence of books and research papers, creating an environment that was always abuzz with activity and intellect. Despite his usual air of self-assurance, today was different. Today, he had been tasked with looking after his child while he took a break from his intellectual pursuits.
Ratio was sitting at his desk, absently fiddling with his latest experiment, when a sudden shriek broke his concentration. Looking up, he saw his childâstill too young to understand the consequences of their actionsâleaning precariously over the edge of the nearby chair, trying to grab at something just out of reach.
Ratioâs heart rate quickened, but only for a moment. He had no time for hesitation. A flash of motion, and before the child could tumble from their position, he was there. His hand shot out, fingers grasping the back of their tiny shirt as he yanked them back into his arms.
"Impressive," he muttered under his breath, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he straightened them up in his arms. "Calculated risk taken... or perhaps not. Shouldâve known better than to allow you to wander too close to danger."
The child, seemingly unperturbed by the near-miss, giggled and reached for his glasses, earning a soft chuckle from him. His reaction was a blend of calculated precision and the rare warmth he afforded only to those few who had earned it. He placed them back on the floor gently, adjusting his posture as he turned back to his work.
"Always be careful when testing boundaries," he murmured, his tone both pedagogical and affectionate. "Though, youâll likely break a few rules before you understand the full implications."
The quiet flicker of prideâalmost imperceptible in his usual cool demeanorâwas enough to remind him that perhaps, just maybe, there was more to life than pure intellect and unrelenting pursuit of knowledge.
The night had settled over the Xianzhou Luofu, its vast corridors bathed in soft moonlight as Jing Yuan sat on the large velvet sofa in the living room. The quiet hum of his surroundings was a welcome change from the bustle of his duties as General. Tonight, however, was not about politics or strategy. It was time with his child.
They were seated on the plush carpet, playing with colorful blocks, the room filled with the gentle sound of their laughter. Jing Yuan's eyes flickered from his quiet reflection to the playful movements of the child, their small hands stacking the blocks with surprising focus.
Just as he was about to indulge in a rare moment of relaxation, the child, a little too eager in their exploration, began to stand, wobbling unsteadily as they took a tiny step forward. Jing Yuanâs eyes narrowed slightly, tracking every movement as they teetered dangerously close to the edge of a low table.
In an instant, his reflexes kicked in. He rose from his seat, his tall figure moving with an elegance that belied his usual languid demeanor. Without a sound, his hands shot out and caught the child just before they tumbled forward. The child, now cradled safely in his arms, blinked up at him, startled by the sudden movement.
"Careful," Jing Yuan said softly, his voice filled with a calm, knowing affection as he gently set them back on their feet. "It's easy to forget your balance, but itâs important to always be mindful of where youâre going."
The child giggled and reached for his arm, as though offering their own small form of reassurance. Jing Yuan smiled, his eyes softening in that rare moment of warmth, the fleeting sensation of peace that he had worked so hard to cultivate within the Xianzhou now extending to the quiet sanctuary of his home.
The dim light of Blade's home flickered, casting long shadows across the room where Blade sat, his arms folded across his chest. His usually cold, calculating demeanor was softened for the momentâhe was at home, a place where the sharp edges of his mission seemed to dull just a little. His child, their presence almost a contradiction to his tortured past, was moving around the room, their tiny steps full of excitement and exploration.
His eyes followed them with a trace of something unspoken in his gaze. For all his power, his immortality, and his resolve to bring an end to his suffering, thisâthis quiet domestic moment with the childâwas a reminder that there were things beyond his tragic existence.
But it didnât last.
With a sudden, clumsy movement, the child, still unsteady on their feet, lost balance and began to fall towards the sharp edge of a table. Bladeâs instincts kicked inâno hesitation, no thought of consequences. His hand shot out and, with uncanny precision, he caught the child in mid-air, their small form colliding gently against his chest. For a moment, the stillness was overwhelming. Bladeâs heart didnât beat, but in the silence, he felt something stirâa fleeting warmth that felt both foreign and familiar.
"Watch your step," Blade murmured, his voice low but laced with a tenderness he couldnât quite hide. His gaze softened as the child looked up at him, a wide grin on their face as if nothing had happened.
The child wriggled out of his grasp, reaching for the toy they had been playing with earlier, completely unaware of how close they had come to danger. Blade stood for a moment, his gaze lingering on them, before a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lipsâan expression he rarely wore, but one that seemed to fit in this quiet, domestic world that somehow had found its way into his immortal existence.
"Even the smallest steps can be dangerous," he murmured, almost to himself. "But Iâll always be here to catch you."
And with that, Blade returned to his silent watch, torn between the eternal path he had chosen and the fragile peace that, for now, seemed to be the only thing worth holding onto.
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