[Fin]Pleasant Is the Fairy Land [Ku/Dark/Sera]

[Bee]

Iphis had of course realized he was getting rather enormously round; things had gone from looked like he swallowed a kickball to looked like he swallowed a beach ball to looked like he swallowed a small hot air balloon. He began to fear turning too quickly lest he accidentally wipe out anyone in a five foot radius. Naturally he just assumed he was going to have a couple of very fat babies, and instructed Zeev to buy cradles the size of small boats to house their gigantic children.

Then came one. Two. Five. Seven. Wonderfully bright with their darling little wings and their little horns that had somehow managed to avoid rupturing something and all of them, even the little grey one, one of two humans and the only pure Mid-Ranger, were beautiful.

He thought all of this through a haze of zombie-like happy exhaustion, pleased to have Zeev by his side and horde of children after waiting so long, and as everyone was placed in their--newly acquired, smaller--cribs, he began to drift off, just a bit.

Then a pair of adorable little lungs began shrieking.

So cute.

[Kasatsu]

He had been quiet shocked when he had first learned that Iphis was pregnant. There had been no words to convey his utter shock and dismay at the news. A deep part of himself had apparently been pleased for it grew in strength with each passing day. And, just when he had thought that the wave of the shock was wearing off, another wave grew with concern over how big she was growing.

Trying to keep on her good side and anticipating all of the different mood swings as well as the craving she seemed to cycle through had been a though job. The day of their arrival though had been worth all of the stress and emotional turmoil.

Being there at their birth was amazing though. Leaving the birth itself to Iphis' cousin Elyse, he had been force to bare it out in the living room. After the last one gave it's awakening cry, the door was opened.

"Zeev? You can come in now."

Entering the room he noticed that all of the children had been laid in their beds, though one or two of them had had to share. He made a mental note that they would need to buy a few more, before the moment really hit him.

Seven children? Life was definitely not going to be simple anymore.

[Bee]

For the first time in his life, Iphis wondered about how much easier things might have been if he'd had his mother's and sisters' hair or perhaps, magically, his Aunt Minh's tentacles, because then he could balance seven small children all in one go--or maybe not. Juggling seven babies sounded like heavy and dangerous work.

Fortunately, they had a few sets of extra hands. Though Zeev hadn't been in the room with him for reasons that Iphis didn't pry about but secretly suspected were some adorable form of utter terror, he was more than happy to feed and change the children; with Nik around and Elyse frequently stopping by, keeping the seven fed, entertained, and clean was not as insurmountable a task as his mother had loudly and insistently led him to believe. (Though he did feel he spent about 90 percent of time sticking a bottle in someone's mouth; babies were insatiably hungry.)

And even though Vic couldn't hold the babies for fear of dropping them or setting them ablaze--Iphis too did not approve of babies going up in flames--he could be set to various house-hold tasks.

(As the months went by, they only seemed to eat more. They were like tiny pink Montys. Except little Myffie, who seemed not to want to eat at all until her sisters were fed. And wee human Liadan, who was both not pink and not inclined to shrieking.)

"Zeev," he said, occupied with Fifi, "can you get bottles for Kielo and Lalie before they start chewing the upholstery?"

[Kasatsu]

Darting forward he made a grab for the elusive pair, making quick work of distracting them with bottles he seemed to always be toting as of late. Plopping down on the couch he cradled one in each arm. Having children was most definitely a tiring business and he was thinking that seven of these little termites were definitely enough to last them forever.

Glancing over at Iphis who had Fifi, he gave a quick glance around the room to take stock of the remaining four. He could only pray they were not in imitate danger, either to themselves or the house.

And oh, the house! He had thought it was bad when he had first moved in. Now, the place was a disaster zone. Bottles, diapers, clothes, blankets, toys. Everywhere. The place was like a walking landmine.

Thankfully, he had quickly learned that family was a wonderful thing. Iphis’ more often than not more psycho than anything else, but they had been a blessing with all of their help.

[Dark]

Time passed quickly; self-awareness grew. In the tiny sphere of Myfanwy's life, she came to understand little things about the world around her and the other small creatures she shared it with. Sissers. Perfect, wonderful sissers; and the best thing in the world.

She loved cuddling them and playing with them, and hated when they cried, so she did everything she could to make sure they never did. And she loved her mama and papa, but maybe not as much as she loved her sisters.

She also loved things like candy and icecream and wrestling, but definitely not as much as she loved her sisters. And that love grew into a responsibility: she had to protect the people she loved from themselves--Lalie was always getting into trouble--and each other--Fifi always wanted her way--and the world--people looked at Lia funny, sometimes, and Myffie had to bite quite a few ankles on their excursions.

She would look after her sissers.

[seraaches]

"No, no, not this way. Go that way!" Vicious stared at the little pink human with both fear and trepidation. He waved his hands again in a shooing motion, afraid to back up any further. All he'd wanted was to try and get a good cleaning done here in the study before the babies exploded all over the house again, but, instead, all he'd managed to do was find one of them here.

One of the more dangerous ones. Myffie, he knew through experience, had quite the sharp little teeth, but Shirin and Liadan already had hands and Shirin, at least, was prone to reaching for shiny things with the gleeful lack of awareness Iphis seemed to show to reality.



Shirin tilted her head, long, pointed ears dancing with the motion as she stared up at the funny uncle creature that was making such exciting movements. She giggled happily at his dancing antics, forgetting, for the moment, just what was wrong. Her tummy growled, however, and she remembered. She burbled a little whimper, staring up at the teen hopefully.

"Guh, come on, Shirin, come on." Vic coaxed her carefully. "Back out to mommy and daddy. . . I'm sure there'll be a bottle out here somewhere. . ."

Through careful work, he got her to crawl back into the main part of the house and towards her sisters and parents. Thank goodness!

[Bee]

As soon as Shirin was in sight, Iphis snatched her up. She had a distinct aura of empty-belly woe and now that four were out of the way, Fifi who always liked to be first and Eulalie and Kielo and Ianthe, it was time for the final three.

"Your child-herding skills are unmatched!" he told Vic happily. He really was truly grateful for the help, from him and Elyse and more. He would have to find some way to express all of this. Perhaps with pretty new wardrobes? Whenever he had the time to actually sit down and craft something.

No matter how much time you think taking care of seven little girls is going to take, it actually requires about three times that. At least. But he took joy from the fact that he had made a lot of their baby clothes and was certainly going to continue being their chief outfitter. How fortunate to have two human babies, if only to kit them out more easily. And Shirin seemed to take to bright colors much better than Liadan, to whom pink seemed to be a crying affront.

Speaking of Liadan, she relaxed silently behind an inn table and Iphis plucked her off the ground as well. Myffie he was not going to bother with until the other two were sated.

"Round one thousand six hundred and ninety four," he said, of a game that was likely to be repeated at least a few hundred thousand more times. At least this was proving to be one sport--and he was going to call it a sport!--that he was proving completely aces at.