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Scarlet Nights (Kurapika x Female Reader)

(I would have posted this on Christmas, but I'm going to be very busy for the rest of December so I decided to post it now. Merry (Early) Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! ❤️🎄❤️🎄❤️)

"It's tree time! Tree time! Tree time!" a tiny voice sang happily, "Gonna make it all nice and pretty! "

You couldn't help but watch the hypered body of your 6 year old daughter as she bounded about the living room. Her eyes were bright and glazed over with excitement as random words flew from her mouth in random tune.

"Lights and tinsel and a big, gold star!" She beamed, arms flailing about, "Pretty, pretty, Christmas tree!"

"Caiya, honey." you called, and she turned to face you with what seemed to be a permanent smile glued onto her face, exposing a tiny hole from one of her most recently lost teeth. In a fit of giggles, she ran over to you and you reached out to push a strand of hair behind her ear.

"What do you think of my singing Mommy? Do you think it'll be good for the Christmas Pageant at school?"

Chuckling softly, you poked your daughter's nose.

"Absolutely." You confirmed, "I don't think anyone else can top it. I'm sure you'll do just wonderful."

Bubbles of happy laughter emitted from the young girl and she gave hinters in running back to the tree. It was easy to sense, so before she could, you grabbed her arm.

"Mommyyyyy." She pouted, cheeks puffed from being stopped.

"I know you're excited sweetheart, but make sure you stay out of the way okay?" You crooned, stroking her cheek, "Daddy will be back in here any minute with the decorations and he needs a place to put them."

With a bored hum, the girl pressed her face to your palm.

"Why is it taking him so long?" She asked innocently, placing her hands on the sofa, "Did he get lost?"

You chuckled, knowing full well that your husband was merely down in the basement where you kept all of your extra belongings and decorations for the holidays. Shaking your head, you smoothed your hand over your daughter's temple.

"No honey. He's not lost. Just be patient for a little longer, okay?"

"But the tree looks so sad!" Caiya exclaimed, "Daddy needs to hurry so we can make it pretty!"

"Ba ba ba ba."

In slight surprise, you looked downwards at your lap, watching as your 9 month old son, Cayden, started making grabby hands at the large, dark green tree in the corner of the room. And you didn't miss how the action made Caiya's eyes light up like fireworks.

"See? Even Cayden wants to decorate the tree!" she grabbed the infant's hand gently, "Don't you Cayden?"

"Buuuuh…"

"It's your first time decorating the tree." Caiya pointed out, gesturing to herself with her thumb, "But I'm an expert. So I'll teach you everything you need to know!"

You raised your eyebrow, teetering on the edge of speaking until-

"Oh you will, will you? Wasn't it Mommy who made you an 'expert' in the first place?"

Both you and your daughter turned your head in complete synchronicity, eyes landing on the form of your husband as he made his way into the living room, arms outstretched as they held 3 large storage bins that were stacked on top of one another, absolutely filled to the brim with the ornaments and lights that would decorate your tree.

"Daddy!" Caiya squealed, running over to him, hands outstretched, and you yourself maneuvered your body to stand up, arms still cradling Cayden close to your chest. With a small grunt, Kurapika placed all 3 bins on the ground, then stood up to wipe at his brow with the back of his wrist, lips leveling into a small smile as he caught you taking a few steps to reach his side.

"Is that everything?" You asked sweetly, and he hummed, wrapping a gentle arms around your backside, stroking your hip.

"Mmhm," he kissed your cheek, pulling away to watch Caiya as she tried her hardest to unhinge one of the bins' lids, "Someone's excited."

"You have no idea." You said breathily, just in time for Caiya to rush towards the both of you, her tiny arms wrapping around your's and Kurapika's legs as she looked up at the both of you with a hopeful expression on her cute features.

"Mommy, Daddy, can we start ? Can we start ?"

Giving Caiya an affirmative nod, you took her hand to lead her over to the boxes filled with the ornaments and Kurapika squatted down next to her. Using both hands, he opened the lid to each container, to reveal a sight that had Caiya's eyes glittering in amazement.

Sparkly decorations of all kinds stared back at her, in all different colors and shapes. Red, blue, green, silver, gold. There were so many, and that didn't even include the colorful lights and twinkling packets of tinsel that were tangled in between.

"Wahhhhh so pretty !!!!" Caiya exclaimed, picking up a sparkly, red sphere and you reached an arm out to stop her.

"Hold on honey. We can't do the ornaments just yet."

She frowned, "Why?"

"Daddy has to put on the lights first," you explained, gesturing to Kurapika who already had a handful of lights fisted in his hand, "We won't be able to put them on properly with the ornaments in the way."

Slightly defeated, Caiya's shoulders dropped.

"Oh...okay."

"But," you continued, "I'm sure Daddy could use your help with the lights. They need to be untangled before we can put them on the tree."

"And there are alot of them," Kurapika butted in hopefully, tuning in on your conversation, "What do you say, Caiya? Will you help me? We'll be able to start decorating the tree sooner."

Any sad feeling Caiya had was immediately tossed away with the essence that she was needed, chirping an "Okay!" as she handed you the ornament that she had been holding while running over to Kurapika's side.

Twenty minutes passed by of light conversation and a few laughs, you tending to Cayden while Caiya and Kurapika worked on the lights, and before long, the four of you were standing in front of a beautifully lit up tree, which of course meant one thing.

"Yay! Ornament time!"

You and Kurapika chuckled, watching amusingly as Caiya picked up another sphere shaped ornament, this time colored silver, and hung it on one of the branches of the tree, pulling away with a satisfied "humph" before fetching another.

You and Kurapika moved in to help, using your unoccupied hand to grab hold of the ornaments Kurapika handed you from the container, you and him sticking to the top of the tree while Caiya worked to decorate the bottom. It was when you were about to hang a little, plastic, golden fairy that the air was breached with a static ringing sound, and you peered at Kurapika who was standing up, his hand stuffed into the pocket of his jeans.

He pulled out his phone and gazed at the screen, then looked over at you.

"I need to take this." He said, motioning to the hallway, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

You gave him a nod and he walked off, flipping his phone up to his ear while muttering a "Hello?" into the other end.

Turning around, you were just about to hang the fairy ornament on the tree before you were distracted again, only this time, it was by a gentle tug on your sweater.

Caiya was standing at your hip, looking up at you with a quizzical expression.

"Where did Daddy go?" She asked, and you gave her a soft smile, adjusting your hold on Cayden as you squatted down to her level.

"He had an important phone call to take care of honey, that's all."

She looked down at the floor, "Was it his job again?"

Your smile faltered. Even though Caiya was only 6, she was well aware that her father had to handle a lot of important business where he worked. It kept him away from home quite a bit, sometimes for days at a time, making it difficult on some occasions to hide how tired and drained he was.

And of course, Caiya noticed it.

It was the little things. Yawning a bit too much during meals, dozing on the sofa, struggling to stay awake while he read her and Cayden a bedtime story. Bless her heart she had actually covered him up one night with a blanket from the couch when he had fallen asleep at his desk, originally coming out to the kitchen for a cup of water.

It was obvious that she worried about him, and you did too, but as a Mother, you did your best to cover and distract, silently hoping and praying that Kurapika's work hours would get better. There's been a little improvement over the last few months. The thing is, whatever Kurapika didn't manage in person, he managed over the phone.

Just like now.

Putting on a face of semi-fake reassurance, you placed a hand on Caiya's shoulder.

"It probably is sweetheart," you admitted, knowing full well she could see through you if you lied, "But he shouldn't be too long. They know he took time off this month for Christmas so they probably just need help with something really quick."

Caiya's eyes glimmered with uncertainty. So you palmed her cheek comfortingly, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead.

"Come on," you urged, "What do you say we put some more decorations on the tree, hm?"

That seemed to distract her a bit, head nodding as she grabbed another ornament from one of the containers and resumed decorating the tree.

It was quiet for the next few minutes, save for occasional conversation between you and Caiya and soft babbles from Cayden as he cutely observed your every action, eyes wide in awe and curiosity.

You were starting to grow nervous, as Kurapika still hadn't returned, but you knew that worrying wouldn't do you any good so tried your hardest to shove any concern to the back of your mind.

However, that didn't last long, and the uneasiness all came flooding back when the unexpected, unsettling, voice of your husband came booming from down the hall.

"Absolutely not! Go to hell!"

You flinched, eyes widening, and you could make out Caiya going stiff next to you as well out of the corner of your eye. Her hands that had been holding an ornament sunk nervously downwards as her body inched closer to yours. It was hard to miss the twinges of fear that radiated off of her small form.

"Mommy?" She squeaked, "Why did Daddy yell? Is something wrong?"

You hesitated to speak for a second, taking a moment to gather yourself up. Then, you laid a hand on Caiya's chubby cheek, and she dropped the ornament to squeeze your palm.

"I'm...I'm not sure honey." you muttered and Caiya pressed her lips together, soft brown eyes twitching in an attempt not to cry.

With hasty reassurance, you pressed a kiss to her temple and stood, squeezing her hand..

"Tell you what…" you tried, hoping to create another distraction, "Stay out here and keep decorating the tree. I'll talk to Daddy, make sure he's okay, and we'll be back out here in a few minutes. Sound like a plan?"

Caiya bit her lip hesitantly, but nonetheless, gave you a curt nod of her head. Smiling softly, you leaned down to peck her forehead one last time, adjusted Cayden on your hip, and made your way down the hall.

Your footsteps were quiet the whole way there, no sounds except for the soft babbles of your son as he chewed innocently on his fingers, giving you a soft "Bah?" to which you placed a gentle hand on the back of his head, relieved when he fell into your shoulder.

When you arrived at your room, you could see that the door was open a crack, emitting soft streams of light to the hardwood of your floor. You slowly lifted your hand to the doorknob and pushed forward, cringing at the slight creak it created, and slowly made your way in.

"Kurapika?" You called, shutting the door with a shove of your shoulder, "Kurapika? Are you-?"

"Y/N?"

You paused, stopping in your place, and Kurapika did the same. It seemed…that the both of you weren't expecting to see each other. Neither of you moved for a few moments, not from your place at the foot of the bed, nor from Kurapika's place at your dresser, with hands you could see that were outstretched, gripping the top rather tightly with his phone no longer in his possession. Instead, it was on bed, seeming to have been thrown with the screen still lit and icon open to whoever he was talking to.

The atmosphere in the room felt...off, stuffy, but you didn't miss the heavy amount of Nen that was pouring from Kurapika's tense form.

You swallowed thickly, taking the tiniest step forward to address the blonde chain user.

"Kurapika...are you okay?" Your voice was so soft, concerned, "Did something happen?"

He didn't reply right away. Instead he heaved a heavy sigh and turned to walk in the direction of your bed, sitting down with his arms propped up on spread legs.

Not once did you take your eyes off him.

"Kurapika?"

"I'm fine…" he gritted, "Just...just a little irritated."

"Why?" You took a look over at his phone, its screen now black, "Who called you? What did they-"

".....I can't believe those bastards."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What?"

Sighing again, this one sounding much more acidic, Kurapika stood. It was only after he closed his eyes and crossed his arms that he uttered the beginnings of an explanation.

"It was the search company…the one that records past locations of the Phantom Troupe."

You could feel your blood turn to ice, highly aware of how your husband gets when he has to discuss anything about the monsters that mercilessly killed the entirety of his clan. Aware of the vengeance, aware of the pain, aware of the sorrow, aware of the regrets, and aware…

...of what happens as a result.

"Kurapika please…" you started, desperate, "Caiya is right down the hall. You don't need to get angry because of them-"

"I'm not."

Him saying that made you pause again and confusedly stare at him, his face contorting to be one of absolute, utter annoyance. A sharp exhale emitted from his nose as a hand flew up to run through his golden locks.

"It's not the Phantom Troupe I'm annoyed at…" he gruffed, "It's everyone else…"

You tilted your head, "Everyone...else?" and he nodded, seemingly to be biting his tongue.

"All of those fools at the company that can't keep their damn word if their life depended on it," he hissed, "I put in my time to take off WEEKS ago and here they are saying they have leads from another company and need my assistance again to pinpoint possible locations. And I even told them NOT to look too far into things on my days off but of course they don't even have half a brain to listen!"

You took a step towards him, adjusting a now drowsy Cayden and awkwardly tried to ease the situation.

"Can't you just go in really quick when they need you and take care of it? Usually things like that don't take you too long."

He shook his head, "It's different this time."

"...What do you mean?"

He pressed his lips together, and you frowned, now standing close enough next to him to palm his cheek.

"Kurapika?"

"I'd have to travel…"

Your chest tightened, hand falling from his face.

"T-travel?"

"Mmhm."

"Because of the other company?"

"Yes."

"Oh…" you trailed, glancing down at the ground, then back up at him.

"B-but that's not...too bad right? I mean you've gone on business trips before." you pointed out, "If you're worried about me and kids, don't be. We'll be just-"

"I'd be leaving on the 22nd, and I'd be gone for a little over week." he butted in, and your body immediately went rigid

The 22nd? That's…oh no.

"That's right before Christmas." You whispered, "And if you're gone for over a week...you won't be home until after New Years."

Kurapika closed his eyes, jaw clenching, fists wound up so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.

"Exactly…after I already told I'd be taking time off." he spat acidicly, teeth gritting together "Those ignorant pieces of-"

"Kurapika," you raised your hand up, already on high alert, "P-please don't do this. You need to-"

You couldn't finish speaking, eyes widening and throat growing tight as your words vanished into thin air, eyes glued to something you hadn't seen in a very long time.

You were positive that you had been looking at your husband. Seeing his tense, angered form. Seeing his aura emitting in ragged streams. Seeing his soft, slightly unkempt blonde hair framing his furious, but gorgeous face.

However, you couldn't see any of that anymore.

Instead….all you could see.

Was scarlet.

Fiery, dangerous...beautiful scarlet.

How long had it been since you've seen them? It had to have been at least a few years, probably ever since Caiya had turned 3.

It wasn't new to you though, not at all. Back when you and Kurapika we're teenagers and met during the Hunter Exam, his eyes would turn scarlet all of the time. A signal of high emotion, mostly of anger, more or less caused by the disgusting group of people that had murdered his clan.

He only revealed them to the people closest to him, that you knew, and you had no issue viewing them from time to time. However, when you became pregnant with Caiya, a rather deep conversation had taken place between you both.

Having a baby...meant that you'd possibly be reviving a clan that had been nearly wiped off the face of the Earth. It meant that there would be a new target, new dangers, and a child that wouldn't be able to understand the situation.

Kurapika's eyes had gone scarlet a number of times while Caiya was an infant, but neither of you minded as she was still far too young to pay any real attention to it. But once she entered the toddler stage, that changed, and it was decided that Kurapika would withhold his eyes' second color as well as keep his bloodline a secret until deemed appropriate for Caiya to learn the truth.

She had never seen them, but if Kurapika kept this up….

You feared that that wouldn't be the case much longer.

"Darling…" you tried again, "I know you're angry, but-"

Angry?" He seethed, "Oh I'm not angry….I'm furious!"

His tone made you recoil instantly, eyes wide as he ejected his arms into the air in bitter, hateful rage.

"K-Kurapika…" you muttered, but it's as if everything around him ceased to exist as he continued his malice filled rant.

"They're trying to ruin everything!" He barked, "My time off, the time I'm supposed to spend with you and the kids! The time of year that I should be spending with the people I love the most in this world! Caiya's holiday pageant on the 23rd at school, the party we're supposed to have on the 24th with all of our friends, not to mention it will be Cayden's first Christmas! And they're ruining it! All of it!"

"Honey." you trailed, a bit louder this time to hopefully grab your angered husband's attention, "Please, I know. It isn't fair, but knowing you I know you can work it out."

At this point, Kurapika looked close to losing it, so you stepped forward again while softly shushing Cayden who had begun to stir from the loud noises. You reached a hand out to grip Kurapika's wrist and squeezed it.

"Getting upset won't do you any good," you soothed, index finger now stroking the base of his wrist, "I agree with you. They're idiots and absolutely terrible for putting this on you. But right now, they aren't important. There's still time to handle it, so please try not to fret about it…"

You pulled him closer, letting go of his wrist so you could lay your hand at the base of his neck. Slowly, you brushed his hair away from his face, fingers bumping against the sparkling, ruby earring clipped to his left earlobe. You raised your head higher, eyes meeting his, mesmerized by the pulsating rings of scarlet that radiated against the white of his sclera.

"Focus on now…" you whispered, "On your family."

You glided your fingers across his cheek, frowning at his still seethed breathing and rapid heartbeat. Even though it's been awhile, nothing had changed your opinion on how much you hated seeing him like this, and you sometimes wished you had the power to make all of his troubles disappear.

But sadly, you knew that would never-

"Mommy? Daddy ?"

Your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach, eyes blowing wide at the sound of that innocent little voice. And Kurapika, despite still looking towards you, seemed to be having the same reaction. Slowly, you both turned your heads, and simultaneously met the sight of Caiya standing slightly behind the door frame, head peeking inside to where only half of her face was visible.

Reality sunk in after several, long, seconds with Kurapika hastily turning away to hide his face while you rushed forward as quick as you could while holding Cayden, trying to block Caiya's view in as much a normal way as possible.

"C-Caiya," you cursed your stuttering but continued, "I-I thought I told you to stay by the tree…"

"I know…but you and Daddy were taking a long time so I wanted to see if something happened."

Furrowing her brows, she tried to look past you, and you hoped she hadn't seen too much to the point of wanting to ask questions so you tried to come up with yet another distraction.

But the words didn't come quick enough.

"Mommy," she looked up at you, finger on her chin, "What was wrong with Daddy's eyes?"

You bit your lip.

Damn it.

"Uh...uhm….he just…."

While stuttering your broken explanation, Caiya found it in herself to weasel her way past you, her petite body making such a feat quite easy as she slowly made her way over to her father's side.

"W-Wait, Caiya !"

Ignoring your desperate pleas, Caiya continued towards where Kurapika was standing at his side of the bed. However, in the midst of her quick little steps, the young girl found herself unable to notice a crease that had formed in the rug in front of your bed.

Her left foot caught underneath it, and you merely reached an arm out, too far away to do anything.

"C-Caiya!"

With hearing the loud call of her name, she shut her eyes tight, bracing for impact against the hardwood. Thing is, she didn't remember the floor being so…warm, and comforting.

Slowly (and with much confusion), she opened her eyes, and it was then that she found that she (oddly) hadn't landed on the floor at all.

She turned her head around, taking a few seconds to study her surroundings, and she immediately found herself staring at the face of her father.

"Daddy?"

"Are you okay, baby girl?"

It was obvious that he had caught her, evidenced by his crouched position on the floor. But the more she looked at him, at his slightly concerned expression with his arms encompassed around her body, the more she discovered that…

There was something different about her daddy that she had never seen before.

"Daddy…" she repeated, only this time in wonder as she reached a hand up to the blonde's cheek, palming it with her soft little digits.

"Your eyes."

His breath hitched, but he couldn't find it in himself to look away, and you were just as stricken as him, immobile and silent with nothing to say.

Exhaling deeply, Kurapika set the little girl down on the ground, her gaze never one leaving his face.

"Caiya…" he muttered, looking away for a moment, "I-"

"They look like lights !"

"H-huh?"

"Your eyes!"" She marveled, " They look like pretty red Christmas lights! Like the ones on our tree!"

"T-they do?"

"Mmhm!" Spinning around, Caiya directed her attention to you, and pointed to Kurapika with her right index finger.

"Don't they Mommy?"

"Oh uh…" you stuttered, not expecting this at all. But nonetheless, you went with it, "Yes! Yes...t-they do."

Caiya nonchalantly turned back towards her father, head once again tilting to the side.

"But why do they look like that?" She inquired, "Did you swallow some of the lights by accident, Daddy?"

Despite her innocent humor that he would usually laugh at, Kurapika just shook his head.

"No, sweetheart."

"Then...then why-?"

"It's...a long story…." He interrupted, "And not one I can really explain right now."

He grabbed his daughter's hand, thumbing the angel soft skin, and it was then that he could finally feel the twinges of his anger ebbing away, the pulsing feeling that came with the scarlet's presence growing dull.

"Daddy and Mommy have a lot of…things we need to talk about. They aren't bad things, but they are important. We just need to get them sorted out before we can tell you anything, okay?"

You inwardly sighed, aware of how conversations like this with Caiya usually went. She was typically a very obedient child, and usually shrugged off most things without a bother. But if it involved something of interest, she never hesitated to push and push until-

"Okay, Daddy!"

Your head shot up.

What?

With widened eyes, you watched as Kurapika enveloped Caiya into a hug, pressing a kiss to her temple, the last hints of scarlet fading completely from his eyes.

"Great," he whispered, relieved, "Thank you, Caiya."

Despite your initial shock, you still couldn't help the warm feeling that came over you upon seeing your husband and daughter in such a state. It made you so happy.

Maybe you had been wrong. Perhaps there was something that could make Kurapika's troubles disappear. It may not have happened in a way you preferred, but luckily, things had ways of working themselves out when you least expected it.

After another few moments, Caiya loosened herself from Kurapika's grasp, her short stature making her gaze up at the male, her expression cute and suggestive.

"Can we finish decorating the tree now?"

With a hum, Kurapika bent down and lifted the little girl into his arms, tickling her tummy which caused her to shriek with laughter.

"Of course we can." Kurapika beamed, then he looked over at you and wrapped his free arm around your waist, "What do you say, Mommy?"

"I think that's a wonderful idea. After all," you reached up and tapped Caiya's cheek, then gestured to Cayden who was snuggling into your collarbone, "Someone promised to teach Cayden how to decorate the tree."

Caiya giggled, wrapping her arms tighter around Kurapika's neck, and he responded by kissing her cheek.

"Still upholding that promise, princess?"

"Of course!" She gasped, "I am the expert after all!"

"That you are! He agreed. Slowly, he bent down to place Caiya on the ground, patting her head.

"Care to lead the way?"

She raised her arms in the air, "To the Christmas tree!"

Chuckling softly, both you and Kurapika followed your daughter's lead, hand in hand to finish your tree decorating festivities, all worries tossed aside for the remainder of the evening.

~~~~~*Timeskip (Christmas Eve)

"Caiya, sweetheart," you called, sitting on the little girl's bed, "You need to make up your mind and pick a story. Daddy is putting Cayden to sleep and you need to choose one before he comes in here."

"But Mommy!" she rebutted, "I can't decide if I want the one about the fairy or the princess!"

Pouting, she stood up by her little white bookshelf, holding up each book by her head with her tiny fingers.

"Can't I have both?"

You shook your head, "Sorry honey, but it's late. You want Santa to come, right?"

"Yes…" she muttered.

"Then you can only pick one for tonight."

Frowning a bit, Caiya sadly looked back and forth between both books, clearly having trouble deciding which one she would rather have read to her before bed.

Another minute or so passed by and you were about to give Caiya another warning when you felt a warm hand lay against your shoulder. You looked up and found Kurapika standing by your side, knees pressed against the side of your daughter's bed.

"Caiya, how would you like to hear a new story?"

At the sound of her father's voice, Caiya turned her head, eyes landing directly on the both of you, unable to see the eyebrow raised on your face in question.

"A new story?" She asked, and Kurapika nodded.

"Mmhm."

Blinking a few times, Caiya turned around and shoved both books back onto the shelf, then allowed her little legs to carry her back to her bed in a hurried sprint.

She raised her hands, silently asking Kurapika to pick her up and he did, enveloping her small body with his arms. He took a few steps past you to place Caiya in her bed, proceeding to then tuck her sheets and blanket up to her chin while you handed her a plushy, stuffed teddy bear with a purple bow around its neck. She took it, squeezing it against her face.

Kurapika then smoothed the sheets, taking the time to sit down on the other side of the bed so that he was facing the both of you, and Caiya looked up at him with her big, dusty brown eyes.

"What's the story about Daddy?" She inquired, tilting her head. You were also silently wondering the same thing, so you looked over at your husband with a gaze that expressed interest and intrigue, causing Kurapika to smile.

"Well...it's about me."

Caiya's eyes widened even more, while you sat there in stunned silence, slowly gaining the idea of where this was going to go.

"You?" she asked, kicking her feet under the covers. Kurapika chuckled.

"Yes. Me and my past…where I come from...why my eyes turned that pretty shade of red...and also…" he looked over at you, reaching his hand out to squeeze yours, "A little bit of how Mommy and I met."

A small, breathy gasp emitted from your lips, and Kurapika simply sent a smile your way, his left eye creasing up in a small wink.

Caiya clapped her hands together, body jittering in excitement.

"Ooooo goody ! That sounds like a great story!" Snuggling, further under the covers, she gazed at the two of you in waiting, "Did you and Mommy fall in love at first sight?"

You both laughed, and Kurapika reached a finger out to poke Caiya on the nose.

"Not exactly, sweetheart. A lot of things happened before and between that."

She shimmied about, eager, and adorably impatient.

"Tell me! Tell me !"

"Okay, okay I will!" He raised his hand up, directing his gaze over at you, "That is...if Mommy will help me?"

A soft blush warmly dusted the contours of your cheeks, the corners of your lips tugging upwards into a tiny smile. You squeezed his hand, your answer obvious.

"Of course I will."

And you did, letting Kurapika take the wheel first. It was odd, and you thought you would never think as such, of how relieved you'd be that your daughter was finally learning the daunting, but beautiful truth behind the Scarlet Eyes.

He started from the very beginning, going through his whole life down to every last little detail. You butted in every so often to add in your own little touches, making your life truly sound like something out of a story book.

And though a lot of it was a story that you yourself had lived through most of, having your husband tell it alongside you as your daughter listened word for word with sparkling eyes and the brightest smile as snowflakes blew about outside in the calmness of Christmas Eve Night…

It made it the best story you had ever heard.

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amrio · 3 years

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The Jacket War

Not that he was one to blame his daughter on anything, but Drake absolutely blamed her for starting the war for Launchpad's jacket. Sure she was just pushing his buttons at the start, but by the time that they were quite literally chasing each other for a coat, it had turned into a downright competition. One that neither of them had any intention of losing.

Launchpad was never one to forget things, as he rarely had anything with him to misplace, but his jacket? The pilot never left anywhere without it. You never know when you might take a nosedive into the side of an icy mountain after all. The only time Drake ever saw him without his beloved bomber jacket was when he stayed with him and Gosalyn after a night of patrolling and he took it off to sleep. Even then, it was never far away—either thrown over the back of the couch he was sleeping on, or on one of the bedposts if he managed to make it to the bed they had set up for him without falling to the ground snoring in that ever so loud, but quite endearing, way he does when he's truly exhausted.

So when Drake got up one morning and found the leather coat on the back of the couch, with no sign of Launchpad anywhere, he was certainly surprised. The pilot must've gotten up early that morning and left in a rush if he forgot it. Not to mention that he managed to leave without either Gosalyn or himself noticing. The two of them were such light sleepers that they were normally able to send Launchpad off with a tired goodbye before stumbling back to bed. Not saying goodbye was almost as depressing as having to say goodbye at all was.

McMoneyBags probably called him, Drake figured to himself as he stared down at the article of clothing. It looked so out of place without it's owner. Upon further inspection, he found a new tear and a few scorch marks on the back. They weren't from their patrol last night, he knew that much for certain. They had been dealing with another liquid type villain that had escaped from a lab and sought to wreck havoc on the scientists that created it. McDuck better not let this happen often, he groused picking up the jacket and feeling the worn leather between his fingers. He's my partner. If anything ever happened to him...!

It took the man all of two seconds to realize what he had just admitted, despite being in his mind. Drake quickly whipped his head around and scanned the area, lest he find that his thoughts had been projected for the rest of the world to hear. Or worse still, Gosalyn. She had been poking fun at him ever since she found them curled up together on the couch after a particularly rough night.

They had been tired, beaten, battered, and emotionally exhausted after Darkwing had accidentally gotten captured. None of them had the strength to even look at the stairs leading up to their bedrooms and instead flopped over onto the couch dead on their feet. Launchpad had fallen asleep first, three hour drives between St. Canard and Duckburg taking up a more obvious toll with the additional stress of the night. Much to no one's surprise, Launchpad was a sleep hugger. And okay, maybe Drake enjoyed the sleepy affection too. It was something he was very unaccustomed, but not entirely opposed to. Launchpad was warm, he was tired, and with Gosalyn safe and nearby he may or may not have allowed himself to cuddle into the much bigger duck's chest and fall asleep that way.

The thought of that comfortable evening brought more warmth to his cheeks and a nervous twitch to his fingers as he looked around. Thankfully the pale morning light illuminating the tower was his traitorous thinking's only audience.

Launchpad could handle himself. He had proven it on any number of occasions, matching Darkwing's battle prowess with ease. Now...what that had to do with the sudden worried possessiveness that his brain had just given words to and his fondness of that sleepy evening...well...Drake wasn't going to sit there and ponder that while it was still so early. That was a problem for several cups of coffee and some breakfast. Yet he found himself holding on to the jacket for a few moments more, looking it over and marveling at just how big it was (and how big it would be on him), but it ended up being for a few moments too many.

"Hey nerd! Whatcha doin'?"

Drake yelped and quickly dropped the coat back over the couch as a warm red re-exploded on his face. "G-Gosalyn! Uh! I'm not doing anything! W-what are you doing?" He couldn't figure out what to do with his hands as his ten year old eyed him suspiciously and ended up shoving them into the pockets of his purple bathrobe before they gave away his nervousness.

Gosalyn stared him down, her eyes taking on that glint that he often saw when she was trying to work out how to save her grandpa. Her analyzing look. Much to his horror, he watched her gaze drift to the couch and land on Launchpad's coat. Oh, he really didn't like the look on her face now. She was grinning in the same way that said she was going to try a new trick shot with her crossbow that would absolutely send his coffee mug spilling to the ground.

"So, have you tried it on yet?" she smirked, knowing exactly why her father had gotten flustered.

"No! And I have no idea why you would suggest I do such a thing," he said trying to grapple for at least a little bit of his dignity. "Why are you up anyways?" It was a Saturday and neither of them were much for mornings.

"I heard you up." She crossed her arms over her green pjs with a huff. "Why are you awake?"

"Oh you know...uh. Just trying to get a jump start on those files from yesterday." He gave a nervous laugh, knowing full well that WANDA had already sorted and sifted through them the moment they were uploaded.

Gosalyn wasn't impressed. "If you say so."

After a staring contest that Drake quickly lost to the knowing eyes of his daughter, he ended up trudging to the kitchen for some coffee. In the back of his mind he was aware of how empty the spacs was without a certain pilot serving up coffee with a cheery grin. Drake would never understand how Launchpad was such a morning person. He got less sleep than the average college student and yet he still managed to shine brighter than the sun at six in the morning when he woke up either to a demanding phone call from Scrooge or to the sound of Drake struggling with another nightmare.

As he was pondering this he all but choked on his coffee when Gosalyn wandered—and almost tripped—into the kitchen.

"What? You weren't using it," she said as she struggled to climb into her seat at the table.

She was wearing Launchpad's jacket.

If Drake had thought the coat would be big on him, it was downright gigantic on Gosalyn. It all but swallowed the girl whole as she looked up and challenged him to do something about it. She wasn't a dress kind of girl, but that's the only thing he could even remotely compare it to. It buried her at the table and hung over the edge of the seat, hiding her arms and feet entirely. Well, maybe a king sized blanket would be a better comparison.

"Isn't that a little uh, big for you Gos?" he finally asked as he tried to decide if the sight was more adorable or comical.

"Nope," she said, somehow with a straight face, as she got situated. All of her moving and struggling with the coat had thrown her bed tousled hair into her face and she ended up pulling her arms out of the sleeves so she could shove it away and reach for the mug of tea he had made for her. "It's comfortable. And really warm." She sipped at her drink before grinning around the edge of the mug. "You should try it on. LP certainly wouldn't mind."

"I—! You—!" he sputtered trying his hardest to keep the blush out of his feathers. "That's none of your concern, Waddlemeyer."

Though she gave a genuine smile at the name, glad to hold onto her grandpa's name for a little while longer, she couldn't help but taunt him in her reply. "No? Or are you just too afraid to take it from me and find out?"

Should he stoop to the level of his competitive ten-year old? Probably not. That wouldn't sound very good on paper now would it? "I'm not fighting a child for a coat."

"Chicken."

"I am not."

"Are too."

"Darkwing Duck is no chicken."

"Prove it then!"

Well if that's how it was going to go, screw the paper and how it would sound. Drake set his coffee down and narrowed his eyes at the girl only to find her mirroring his actions.

Some part of him knew how ridiculous they were being, but that was heavily outweighed by the fact that A) he wasn't going to back down from any challenge no matter who it was from and B) Gosalyn was smiling more this morning than all the other mornings combined. He had seen her sleep-fits often enough that they were probably tied when it came to who had nightmares the most. Mornings were fragile things unless Launchpad was there to comfort them or snap them out of it. Now it seemed that his jacket was doing a good enough job at keeping them light-hearted in his place.

So yeah. He was totally going to steal that coat from Gosalyn.

If the fact that she pulled a hair-tie off of her wrist and pulled her wavy red hair back in a messy ponytail said anything, it was that she was more than happy to make the challenge as difficult as possible.

When Launchpad came back to St. Canard later that day after returning the Duck family to the mansion from an adventure involving magical dirt...? he hadn't caught the name of it; all he knew was that it was blue and turned Dewey into a mini dragon (it took them an eternity to convince him to change back). Regardless, he certainly wasn't expecting to find Drake and Gosalyn chasing each other around the base in some sort of game before lunch.

"Hey guys! Guess who's back!" he hollered stepping through the main door.

"Hi LP!" Gosalyn greeted as she sprinted in front of him. She had something in her grasp, but she was moving too fast for Launchpad to figure out what it was.

Hardly a second later, Drake ran past him as well and gave a distracted hello before he jumped up and off the wall at his daughter. The two of them ended up in a roll as they fought for whatever item the girl had until Drake was the victor. Not for long though, as his rather loud victory "HAH!" was cut short when Gosalyn snagged the item out of his outstretched grasp and made a mad dash in the opposite direction.

Launchpad couldn't help but laugh at the frustrated growl from Drake. He had no idea what they were doing, but he was happy to see them getting along. Drake had formally adopted Gosalyn a couple of months ago, but they were still adjusting to the whole family dynamic thing. Gosalyn was stubbornly independent and Drake got caught up in his nightly alter-ego all too easily. There were good days and bad days, but today just happened to be an exceptionally good day.

Eventually Drake got up from his dramatic pouting on the ground and gave chase to his daughter once again.

Seeing the determined look on Drake's face and the cocky grin on Gosalyn's made the pilot realize, not for the first time, just how much he adored them. They were chaotic and a little bit of a mess—he noted Drake's bathrobe abandoned on the couch—but they were a family. He knew Gosalyn couldn't say it yet and that Drake would hesitate to admit it, but it was true nonetheless. They were his adventure family. So he let out a fond sigh and rested his arms against the railing to watch their antics for a time.

As the green blur of Gosalyn sped down the stairs, Launchpad realized that she was struggling with the something in her arms until it unfolded into something he recognized. She had his coat! So that's where he had left it! He knew it had to be here with them, or at the fast-food place he frequented between cities. It was a good thing it was here and not the fast-food joint, because he forgot to stop there in his excitement to get back to them.

Gosalyn fought with the gargantuan jacket until she managed to get her arms into the sleeves and continued running with the rest of the coat trailing after her. She tried to scrunch up the sleeves so she could use her hands, but there was simply too much jacket so she gave up and let the sleeves flap as she ran. It was adorable to say the least. What was even better was how much she resembled her father. At some point, Launchpad couldn't remember when exactly, Drake had stolen one or two of his shirts for pjs. So now both Drake and Gosalyn were running and jumping around in Launchpad's clothes and both of them were absolutely dwarfed by the bigger sizing

Launchpad couldn't have squashed his grin if he tried. But he didn't try. He smiled openly at the sight presented and laughed when the much-too-long sleeve of his coat got caught on a desk and brought Gosalyn to a screeching halt. Drake jumped at the opportunity and immediately scooped up his daughter so she couldn't escape again, holding her in front of him to avoid her kicking feet.

"Ha-HA! Can't get away this time can you!"

"That doesn't count! I got stuck!" she cried trying to fight out of his hold.

Before Drake could retaliate with some sassy remark or another, Launchpad spoke up with a laugh as he made his way down the stairs and to them in the living room. "So...you two haven't seen my coat anywhere have you?"

Their responses were immediate.

"Nope haven't seen it."

"What coat?"

When Launchpad got closer it finally sunk in that they were still in pjs. "Wait...you two aren't dressed yet...don't tell me—" his voice rose in concern and too much volume "—that you haven't had anything for breakfast?!" Because he could see the kitchen, and there were no plates or bowls or even orange peels left out to indicate otherwise.

"Um. About that," Drake started nervously. He was no stranger to "Uncle Launchpad's" mothering and neither was Gosalyn.

"We got...distracted?" Gosalyn supplied after a beat.

Launchpad was having none of that. Drake and Gosalyn were quickled ushered into the kitchen and to the table, their game of keep-away momentarily forgotten, while Launchpad set about righting the wrongness of no breakfast. It wasn't long before Gosalyn had a stack of waffles drowned in syrup in front of her and Drake had a bowl of cereal and half an orange to dig into. As Launchpad brought over refills to their coffee and tea, he marveled at how small his family was.

His coat was filling more chair than Gosalyn was and she had to reach out from behind the zipper to reach her sugary meal even sitting on her knees. He had no doubt that she could shut the zipper and hide in the thing and no one would know the difference. Meanwhile on the other side of the table, one of his green t-shirts was hanging loosely off of Drake's wirey frame, looking more like a night-gown than a shirt. Warmth blossomed in the pilot's chest as he really took that information in. His little adventure family really was little. They could handle themselves, but he would always be there to have their backs and protect them. How could he not? They didn't even fill his shirt!

"You good LP?" Drake asked, snapping him out of his thought. "You stopped talking."

Was he talking? Oh right! He had been telling them about the adventures of Dewey as a fire-breathing dragon while he fixed their food. "Buh...Uh ye-yeah I'm good. Sorry about that."

"Where did you go?" Gosalyn asked around her mug.

"Where did I go? Did I leave the kitchen too?!" He hadn't thought he had left the room, but he wasn't paying attention. What if he did and he didn't know it?!

"What? No!" She snorted at his stricken expression. Her mug was set down so she wouldn't spill it as she clarified. "I meant what were you thinking about."

"Oh! Ok yeah that makes more sense." He wasn't one to lie, so he didn't and told them. "I was thinking about how small you two are."

Drake gave an indignant "hey!" in response while Gosalyn just giggled at how offended he got.

"I think it's the other way around LP," she said lightly. "You're big and so are your clothes. Look at this!" She gestured to the jacket surrounding her. "It's like, way bigger than me!"

"I guess so... hey! Speaking of my coat, can I have it back?"

"Nope!"

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Taeyong biased out there! Here is my Chapter 5, out now on asianfanfics.com. Please do check it out and subscribe if you have time.

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Turner Family Fanfiction - The Alphabetical Turners

P is for Perfect!

Shelagh couldn't hold back the deep sigh of satisfaction that escaped her as she was sat atop her husband's desk in his office late one morning and the two of them persisted to kiss slowly as she had her arms wrapped around his neck, his large hands resting upon her waist through the thin fabric of her white blouse as her light blue cardigan now lay in a sorry state on the chair at the other side of the room and he brushed his thumbs gently along the perfect curves that he found. The two of them knew perfectly well that what they did at home was their own affair, but that they were supposed to abstain from being intimate whilst at the surgery because anybody could walk in on them during a heated kissing session, and Shelagh had stuck to that rule for the first six weeks of her working as her husband's secretary. However, she had known from the outset that it would only be a matter of time before the persuasive streak that she knew was within Patrick came through and she would abandon that rule. She had been right, of course, since she now found herself locking the door behind herself whenever she entered her husband's office during her break because she knew that he would be drawing her into his lap for a kiss.

Her husband's hand sliding around to the base of her back was what brought her out of her trance-like state a few moments later and she released a gentle hum against his lips when he pulled her blouse carefully out of her skirt and permitted his hands to rest upon the warm skin of her back, his kisses remaining slow and tender upon her lips whilst he brushed the pads of his thumbs soothingly against the creamy flesh. She allowed her legs to wrap slowly around his waist when she nipped his lower lip delicately and felt a soft smile form upon his lips, Patrick drawing her slightly further into his warmth when he ran his tongue enticingly across the seam of her lower lip in a silent plea for entrance. She parted her lips beneath his own then and allowed him to explore the depths of her with exquisite tenderness as she trailed her fingers leisurely through his warm dark hair, their kisses taking on something of a deeper nature when he groaned softly as she raked her nails lightly against his scalp. 'Tease.' He murmured into her kiss as he trailed his hands slowly along her spine and she smirked against his lips with a slight shrug of her shoulders, her eyes fluttering open slightly when Patrick started to trail his lips away from hers.

His kisses were light and soft as he trailed them across her cheek and she smiled in satisfaction as she allowed her eyes to drift closed once again, his strong hand moving up to cup the roundness of her cheek in his palm when he began dotting kisses along the sharpness of her jawline and her head fell slightly to one side as she hummed gently. It was a few moments later when his lips finally found the supple skin at the side of her neck and he started to leave soft open-mouthed kisses over the flawless flesh, her hand settled upon the back of his neck as his free hand remained upon her spine and he revelled in the softness of her skin beneath his lips. 'Patrick.' She breathed as she permitted her legs to tighten their hold around his waist and he murmured in response against her neck, his hand cupping the other side of her neck as he stroked the pad of his thumb softly over the warm skin that was beneath his palm. 'What if someone comes in?' He quietly told her that he had locked the door when he had brought her into the office, a perfect sigh of relief escaping her lips as she settled slightly against him and tilted her head slightly further to the side in order to grant him a larger canvas to cover with his tantalising kisses.

'You are so beautiful.' He sighed when he pulled back from her a few moments later and tucked the silky brown strand of hair that had fallen into her face back beneath her ear. 'How on earth has it almost been two years since you became my wife?' She shrugged her shoulders with a loving smile before cupping the sides of his neck and kissing his lips.

'It's been the most perfect two years of my whole life.' She admitted softly, her Scottish brogue making him fall all the more in love with her as he pressed his forehead to hers. 'Some women might think that its too much of a responsibility, becoming a wife and a mother all in one day and then adopting a beautiful little girl less than a year later, but to me it's the most perfect feeling in the world.' She felt her heart race when he kissed the tip of her nose lovingly and he smiled warmly at her. 'I love you all so much, Patrick.'

'And we love you.' He reassured her, running his hands soothingly along the curves of her sides through her blouse. 'More than the three of us could ever hope to say, Shelagh.'

It was later that same evening when Shelagh was stood in the kitchen as she continued to clean the dishes from the family's supper, a gentle smile forming upon her lips as she allowed her gaze to fall upon the perfect diamond ring that lay upon the windowsill. Every time she gazed down at the ring that proved her husband's commitment and devotion towards her, she remembered how it'd felt when he slid it down her finger as the two of them had been standing before their closest friends and family at the church two years ago. Even though she had never thought much of it, she had always felt so lonely when she had been a part of the religious life and she'd longed for someone to notice her. She had been deeply in love with Patrick for as far back as she could remember, despite how hard she'd tried to push the thoughts to the back of her mind when she'd been adorned in her wimple and her headdress, and she had despised the way her heart had raced whenever he had been near her when Marianne was alive. She'd known strongly within her heart that it was wrong for her to long for a married man, and she had thought that he'd never even notice her anyway. Oh, how wrong she had been. He truly had noticed her.

'You always look so beautiful when you're miles away.' A soft gasp escaped her when she felt her husband's strong arms wrap around her middle from behind a short time later, Patrick's warm lips pressing to the back of her neck as a gentle smile appeared upon her lips and she leaned back into his chest. 'Our little Princess is out like a light but she put up quite a fight, I can tell you.' Shelagh sighed with a loving shake of her head as she continued to run the soapy sponge over another plate before placing it on the drying rack.

'My wee angel.' She allowed her head to rest back upon her husband's shoulder. 'Her teeth are giving her so much trouble at the moment, Patrick, is there anything we can do?'

'I'm sure we've got some paracetamol somewhere, my love, so I suppose we could give her some of that to try and help with the pain.' He admitted as he kissed her shoulder. 'Other than that, all we can really do is continue with the ice-cold flannel approach.' Shelagh nodded with a soft murmur as she wiped her damp hands carefully upon her apron. She reached for her wedding ring then, but Patrick got there before her and took the priceless piece of jewellery in his hand before turning her around in his arms. 'You do know that you haven't changed one bit since our wedding day?' He asked with a loving smile as he slipped her ring slowly down her finger before drawing her close to his chest. 'I still see you as the beautiful, charming, funny, compassionate and adorable woman that you were back when we were engaged.' She scoffed with a soft giggle before smiling softly.

'I love you, Patrick.' She whispered, stroking the tips of her fingers against his sharp jawline.

'I love you too, my bold girl.' He reassured her, revelling in her smile as he knew that she loved it when he used that term with her. 'Now, I know what you need.'

'And what's that?' She asked with a perfect sparkle in her eyes.

'A glass of wine and a cuddle on the settee.' He stroked her cheek with the back of his palm. 'No buts, Doctor's orders.'

'Well then, if it's Doctor's orders then I suppose I have no choice but to follow his command.' She teased as she went up onto her tiptoes and kissed his lips softly.

'That's my girl.' He chuckled, Shelagh squeezing his lower arm gently before she made her way into the sitting room.

Patrick then went about finding the red wine and two glasses before making his way into the sitting room and joining his perfect wife on the settee, slipping his arm around her.

All in all, it made for a very perfect evening.

Author's Note: I am so sorry for the long wait for this chapter, but I swear to upload frequently from now on! That being said, please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter! I don't particularly think it's very good, but that's for you to decide! Thanks for reading and if you have any ideas for Q then please let me know in your review!

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