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[And then, when I noticed I was alone…] Jameson waved his hands in front of the kids, smiling broadly and with an arched eyebrow. They were watching him with huge eyes, anticipating the conclusion of that fantastic story, when the oven bell chimed […aaand the food is ready!] he got up from the couch, and the boys followed him.

— But! Mr Jaaaacksoon! — They cried in unison.

[When you're done eating, I'll continue!] He smiled, pulling on his glove and taking the pie out of the oven, placing it on the counter [ooh boy, look at the smoke coming out of it!]

— But we don't want to eat now! — the little boy with curly hair exclaimed.

— That's right! — the one with the glasses completed, stretching his arms — we want to know how the story ends!

— Yeah! — Luis grabbed the hem of his stepfather's shirt — JJ, pleaaaase!

[Boys] The man laughed, rolling up one of his sleeves and tightening his arm muscles [how do you intend to get this strong and face an army of men alone without eating?]

Said and done: the three sat at the table, demanding the pie. JJ laughed harder, cutting it into little pieces and pouring orange juice, warning them it was too hot and they shouldn’t burn their tongues. He was watching them with his arms crossed, satisfaction written on his face as if they were his own children, and Henrik got up from his chair.

[Slept watching series again, didn't you?]

— Yeah — he smiled, yawning — these boys have a lot of energy… How did you get them to stay quiet and eat without complaint?

[Oh dear, being a storyteller is a gift] he shrugged, smiling [nothing that some fantastic stories and a strong body couldn’t do.]

— You look like Sportacus, hot as fuck and teaching the kids to eat well — he chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder and standing on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek — only you to help me with this sleepover, Jamie; you are the best boyfriend anyone could have.

[It's nothing, Hen. I'm glad to help!] His cheeks turned pink, and he shifted his gaze to the boys, who were watching them intently [what are you looking at?]

— Did you really fight an army alone? — The little boy with the glasses narrowed his eyes.

[Obviously yes, Felipe!]

— But now you seem… so soft.

— It's age coming on — Luis nudged him, eating another spoonful of pie — Dad is the same way. Mom said he was a rocker and had a garage band, and now he's a boring doctor!

— You met mr. Schneep in WWI or WWII? — The curly-haired one raised his hand.

[Neither, Max!]

— Do I look that old? — Henrik whispered to JJ, but the three boys listened and nodded — uugh, I need to take better care of my appearance…

[All right, three Musketeers, are you finished?] Jameson started to pick up the dishes [sit down on the couch and I'll finish the story for you!]

— Three Musketeers? — the boys asked, staring at the man with big eyes again.

[Never heard this story?] The three shook their heads, telling no, and he put the dishes in the sink, crouching down in front of them [it's the name of a team assigned to protect the king. And you promise to not tell anyone, but did you know there are three Musketeers in this town?]

— Reeeeally?

[Yeah!] he jumped up, posing as if he were holding a sword [me and my friends Chase, Jackie and Anti!]

— But isn't that four? — Max asked.

[Anti came later]

— And who is the king you need to protect? — Luis asked, his little eyes gleaming. Jameson pointed at the German — DADDY?

— Me?

[Obviously! He's a king… My king] he put a hand on his heart, and all the boys made disgusted sounds [ah, but there's more! Much more! Ah, I need to talk about the day we stopped Hen's evil cousin from taking his place on the throne, it was at a masquerade ball! Later, I’ll show you the clothes that Chase made for us, they were beautiful!…]

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jameson really out there doing self insert fic and putting him and his friends on the plot of barbie and the three musketeers

he knows what he's doing tbh