LELEFUN (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Lelefun (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Transitional objects
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing, sort of fluffy. Actually very fluffy.
Notes:
"LE'FUN!" babbled Elias, pointing desperately to the floor beside his crib.
"Lelefun," repeated Charles, picking the discarded plush toy up off the floor and handing it to his son. He was a little fuzzy on the whole deal as to how his child's most treasured possession so often ended up seemingly discarded. At any rate, now that they were happily reunited, boy and drooly fabric pachyderm, Elias wrapped four careful arms around the toy and, with a rather surprisingly loud yawn, drifted off peacefully to sleep.
Charles frowned. There was something familiar about the posture. It was like....
"Is he down for his nap?" Ganesh's voice was soft, but the proximity made him jump.
"He likes that thing more than he likes me!" Charles declared as, nodding goodbye to Kam, they departed their suite and moved out into Mordhaus' broad hallway.
"Now, I doubt that is true. It is simply a transitional object."
"What the fuck is that?"
"Well, during the times when we are away, he has a little reminder, perhaps. Of his favorite parent." There was suddenly a sly smile.
"WHAT?"
"A small joke, dear. Very small joke." Ganesh held up a thumb and forefinger. "Tiny? Tiny joke? Oh bother look at the time. I am needed back at the office. I will see you anon." And with a peck on Charles' now flushed cheek, he was gone.
Charles stalked down the corridor to his office, radiating righteous parental fury.
There was only one thing to do.
He picked up the phone and dialed a long distance number.
"So, Sariel is SECOND favorite parent? Well, that's no surprise," Raziel, who was suddenly sitting on his desk, grinned.
"What did we say about sitting on my gods damned desk? And how the fuck do you know this? Ganesh left five seconds ago."
"We text."
"No one can fucking text that fast."
"We read between the lines." She held up her phone. "GUES HUZ 2ND FAV DAD?" it read
"Raziel. I need an angel."
She held out her arms as if to say, "Ta-dah!" "Latin American Daytime Emmy winning!" she said.
"No. A plush angel. And it must be better than Lelefun! So Boon will love me better!"
"That seems like a very sound and reasonable plan, Sariel."
"Look. You spend your career wasting your husband's money. Don't you have a guy in Kiev who makes the world's best plush angels or something?"
"Well, yes, but the Ukraine is soooo tacky."
"Raziel! Are you gonna help me or not?"
"Let's see, get into a pointless competition with the love of your life over something completely selfish and arbitrary and potentially deeply psychologically damaging to your only child? Hey, sure."
Ganesh was relaxing in his study, reading his newspaper, his long legs spread out over the couch.
Charles appeared, grin threatening to break his face in two.
He held behind his back a posh looking shopping bag.
"So, er, what is that you have there, jaanu?" inquired Ganesh, peering uncertainly over his reading glasses as he put down his Financial Times.
In one graceful movement, Charles extracted from the bag and flourished a downy soft little plush angel.
"Oh. Uh. Er. Is that for anyone we know?" Ganesh asked. Charles was already stalking towards the nursery, so Ganesh threw down his newspaper to follow.
"You know. Lelefun has ... seniority!" Ganesh called.
Elias was in his crib, clutching his beloved soft elephant toy, and already looking sleepy. He blinked for a moment at the new object Charles put before him, seemingly stunned. He held out a little finger, pointed its way. "Wunge?" he asked.
"Yes, Boon, that is an angel," Ganesh told him.
"Wait! You're Lelefun and I'm WUNGE?" asked Charles.
Elias callously dropped Lelefun and scooped up the new angel toy. He fell to sitting on his bottom, snuggling the toy. "Wunge," he said.
Charles grinned, it must be admitted, a bit maliciously.
"Er," said Ganesh, who now looked frankly a little crestfallen.
Elias lay down, the soft angel lovingly cradled in his arms.
Charles stood back and smugly crossed his arms.
Ganesh looked to be near tears.
Then Elias carefully broke out his second pair of arms and used them to grab up the elephant as well. And, now hugging tightly to both toys, Lelefun and Wunge, his breathing slowed, and he finally took to snoring.
Ganesh and Charles exchanged what may have been a slightly embarrased glance.
"Uh. Well, he's just one greedy little fucker," concluded Charles at last. He stared at his drowsing son. It looked so familiar somehow.
"It's late," observed Ganesh with a sigh of relief as he clicked on the baby monitor. Charles nodded and followed him to the bedroom.
"Why is he so mad for that stuff anyway?" Charles asked.
"It's just a phase," Ganesh counseled, pulling off his bathrobe and climbing under the covers. "He'll grow out of it. We all do."
"Yeah, I guess so," said Charles, sliding in next to Ganesh. He felt himself being gently pulled as Ganesh brought out his second set of arms and clasped them all around him. Oh.
"Just don't start calling me Wunge," Charles muttered. But Ganesh was already drifting off to sleep, hugging tightly to his angel.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Transitional objects
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing, sort of fluffy. Actually very fluffy.
Notes:
"LE'FUN!" babbled Elias, pointing desperately to the floor beside his crib.
"Lelefun," repeated Charles, picking the discarded plush toy up off the floor and handing it to his son. He was a little fuzzy on the whole deal as to how his child's most treasured possession so often ended up seemingly discarded. At any rate, now that they were happily reunited, boy and drooly fabric pachyderm, Elias wrapped four careful arms around the toy and, with a rather surprisingly loud yawn, drifted off peacefully to sleep.
Charles frowned. There was something familiar about the posture. It was like....
"Is he down for his nap?" Ganesh's voice was soft, but the proximity made him jump.
"He likes that thing more than he likes me!" Charles declared as, nodding goodbye to Kam, they departed their suite and moved out into Mordhaus' broad hallway.
"Now, I doubt that is true. It is simply a transitional object."
"What the fuck is that?"
"Well, during the times when we are away, he has a little reminder, perhaps. Of his favorite parent." There was suddenly a sly smile.
"WHAT?"
"A small joke, dear. Very small joke." Ganesh held up a thumb and forefinger. "Tiny? Tiny joke? Oh bother look at the time. I am needed back at the office. I will see you anon." And with a peck on Charles' now flushed cheek, he was gone.
Charles stalked down the corridor to his office, radiating righteous parental fury.
There was only one thing to do.
He picked up the phone and dialed a long distance number.
"So, Sariel is SECOND favorite parent? Well, that's no surprise," Raziel, who was suddenly sitting on his desk, grinned.
"What did we say about sitting on my gods damned desk? And how the fuck do you know this? Ganesh left five seconds ago."
"We text."
"No one can fucking text that fast."
"We read between the lines." She held up her phone. "GUES HUZ 2ND FAV DAD?" it read
"Raziel. I need an angel."
She held out her arms as if to say, "Ta-dah!" "Latin American Daytime Emmy winning!" she said.
"No. A plush angel. And it must be better than Lelefun! So Boon will love me better!"
"That seems like a very sound and reasonable plan, Sariel."
"Look. You spend your career wasting your husband's money. Don't you have a guy in Kiev who makes the world's best plush angels or something?"
"Well, yes, but the Ukraine is soooo tacky."
"Raziel! Are you gonna help me or not?"
"Let's see, get into a pointless competition with the love of your life over something completely selfish and arbitrary and potentially deeply psychologically damaging to your only child? Hey, sure."
Ganesh was relaxing in his study, reading his newspaper, his long legs spread out over the couch.
Charles appeared, grin threatening to break his face in two.
He held behind his back a posh looking shopping bag.
"So, er, what is that you have there, jaanu?" inquired Ganesh, peering uncertainly over his reading glasses as he put down his Financial Times.
In one graceful movement, Charles extracted from the bag and flourished a downy soft little plush angel.
"Oh. Uh. Er. Is that for anyone we know?" Ganesh asked. Charles was already stalking towards the nursery, so Ganesh threw down his newspaper to follow.
"You know. Lelefun has ... seniority!" Ganesh called.
Elias was in his crib, clutching his beloved soft elephant toy, and already looking sleepy. He blinked for a moment at the new object Charles put before him, seemingly stunned. He held out a little finger, pointed its way. "Wunge?" he asked.
"Yes, Boon, that is an angel," Ganesh told him.
"Wait! You're Lelefun and I'm WUNGE?" asked Charles.
Elias callously dropped Lelefun and scooped up the new angel toy. He fell to sitting on his bottom, snuggling the toy. "Wunge," he said.
Charles grinned, it must be admitted, a bit maliciously.
"Er," said Ganesh, who now looked frankly a little crestfallen.
Elias lay down, the soft angel lovingly cradled in his arms.
Charles stood back and smugly crossed his arms.
Ganesh looked to be near tears.
Then Elias carefully broke out his second pair of arms and used them to grab up the elephant as well. And, now hugging tightly to both toys, Lelefun and Wunge, his breathing slowed, and he finally took to snoring.
Ganesh and Charles exchanged what may have been a slightly embarrased glance.
"Uh. Well, he's just one greedy little fucker," concluded Charles at last. He stared at his drowsing son. It looked so familiar somehow.
"It's late," observed Ganesh with a sigh of relief as he clicked on the baby monitor. Charles nodded and followed him to the bedroom.
"Why is he so mad for that stuff anyway?" Charles asked.
"It's just a phase," Ganesh counseled, pulling off his bathrobe and climbing under the covers. "He'll grow out of it. We all do."
"Yeah, I guess so," said Charles, sliding in next to Ganesh. He felt himself being gently pulled as Ganesh brought out his second set of arms and clasped them all around him. Oh.
"Just don't start calling me Wunge," Charles muttered. But Ganesh was already drifting off to sleep, hugging tightly to his angel.
