#dadji

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⎯⎯ ↓ Mario kart ↓ ⎯⎯

megumi, like his dad, loved being competitive, it was constant—who could eat more, who could run faster, who mommy loved more. The list went on, and it was constant.

megumi was also like his father, although not as serious, with his gambling addiction. The words “I bet you 20 of mommy’s kisses, that I will absolutely batter you in Mario!” Echoed through the house as megumi yet again caused his father to jolt upright and take this bet like it was life or death.

so for the next three hours, the two boys sprawled out on the couch, megumi giggling and taunting his father. Toji couldn’t fathom that his 5 year old son was beating him at a game that predated megumi’s birth.

“fuck me” Toji groaned, causing megumi to scowl in his direction, but his scowl quickly faded as he added another tally to his side of the scoreboard

“Score is 28 to the most handsome boy ever and 24 to the ugliest daddy ever! That means I beat daddy! I get more kisses and mommy loves me more, haha!” The boy taunts in the loser’s face, jumping on the couch pumping his arms in triumph.

your figure lingers in the living room doorway without the boys knowing, “your mom doesn’t love you more, she picked me before you” Toji rolled his eyes, feigning his annoyance.

Toji loves his son, loves watching him win. It sort of heals him, seeing his son be loved in a way he never knew of before you. Being a parent came quite naturally to you, whereas Toji was scared that he would end up like them.

He didn’t want that, and it was evident that hadn’t happened.

Megumi then jumped on his father, “daddy stop being grumpy, you look even uglier than normal” he giggled “love you daddy” he whispers, nuzzling into his fathers broad chest.

Toji cradles his sons small frame “love yer too megs”

tojis eyes drift over to where you are stood, “awe my babies” you coo, holding up your phone to capture the moment

“Mommy!!” megs exclaims “delete that! I don’t want to be in the same picture as ugly people”

“Megumi stop calling daddy ugly” you laugh as he runs up to you and points at his cheek

“I won” he states

“Well done, gumi” you rest him on your hip giving him a peck and settling down next to your husband on the couch

“one down, nineteen more to go” the boy folds his arms and huffs

“ohh, I am so sorry baby” you tickle him, peppering his face with kisses as he laughs and writhes.

“favouritism” the older man tsks

you grab his face, giving him some of your love, your boys cuddled up in your arms, this time playing Mario a little more civilised..

Hanguang-jun knew A-Yuan would never be as unrestrained as Wei Ying once was. Even so, he could not bring himself to subject the boy under the full severity of the Gusu Lan Sect’s discipline. Somewhere, there had to be a middle ground. Just enough structure, balanced with the freedom for A-Yuan to simply be himself. What Hanguang-jun had not anticipated was how quickly time would slip through his fingers. One day, A-Yuan was just tall enough to swing from his arms; the next, he was far too big for it. When had children started growing up so fast?

I think about the time LWJ spent in seclusion and helping SIzhui recover from his fever soooo much…the parallels between LWJ and his own mother…OUGH

Thank you for the prompt!!

As a young boy who earnestly looked up to lwj, “Baba” initially slipped out in the throes of a violent nightmare. As lsz aged this term was uttered when he felt vulnerable and needed comfort. Lwj was always swift to comply, proud to be a pillar of support that this boy - who lwj just wanted to grow up happy and healthy - could rely on.

A-yuan: Ba, do you also color at work?

LWJ: *Thinking about excel sheets*

LWJ: Mn.