and I did a funny thing. a funny, crazy, cracky thing.
Hello.
God I hope I end up writing something soon, or there will be nothing to stop me from inflicting upon you the story about how Arthur the student librarian and Bertie the dragon who fell in love and how one day after they have been together for some time, because of magic they get an egg and, no, Arthur doesn't know where it came from and Bertie just shrugs and says, "Magic, darling, obviously. The power of our love." and then claps his hands in delight because he can't imagine anything lovelier than a baby that came from the love he has for Arthur. Arthur meanwhile is less delighted because he isn't at all sure where this dragon's egg came from. How can he be any part of it? His human mind just can't quite grasp that his love helped make a baby. A dragon baby. In an egg that appeared in the living room when he came downstairs one morning after an especially pleasurable night. But his love for Bertie is very real indeed and he will do right by Bertie and what he at least believes is Bertie's child if not his own, so he sits down with his books on the pile of pillows that Bertie has surrounded the dragon's egg with and reads to it--always when Bertie is out so he won't see. But then it becomes a thing that Arthur thinks about, what should he read, what books are best to expose their baby to, and he does it more and more. Sometimes he just sits there without reading, feeling how oddly warm the egg is, looking at the jewel-like colors. He will love any child of Bertie's, but he still isn't convinced this could also be his.
Just the same he orders the house child-proofed and, after hearing Bertie's tales of his own childhood, buys several fire extinguishers. He also has the egg moved to its own room, a room that now needs wallpaper, and a crib, and several more fire extinguishers. He decides a bay window would be the perfect place to read to a baby and Bertie orders the construction of one without a second's thought. It makes Arthur feel... strange... but he blames the nesting on the magic that is Bertie when he's happy.
Bertie wants this child. Arthur hadn't known that he had either, until it was here. He still isn't sure how it was possible, no book had ever even hinted, but however it happened, Bertie's trusting, contented smiles make Arthur ache with want. Then one day Bertie finds him there with the egg, reading aloud from Lang's The Yellow Fairy Book and he can't resist curling up beside his Arthur and wrapping himself around his two treasures. He snuggles in closer before Arthur can protest or deny his embarrassment at being caught. Bertie thinks it's wonderful that Arthur would already wish to bond with their child.
"I'm not the mom," Arthur blurts out, not even sure what he's admitting to, his confusion over what people would expect of him, his old worry that Bertie would want to have a child with a female dragon, his uncertainty about his role in creating the egg. Whatever his thoughts, his one overriding emotion is obvious because his hand is running over the surface of the egg, searching for any kind of heartbeat. He sighs when Bertie pats him in that way that says Arthur has more to learn about dragons.
"Of course you are, pet. A dragon mother rules the house and you know as well as I do that what you say goes," Bertie assures him and puzzles him at the same time, because Beings never can keep their human gender roles straight, Arthur is sure. Or maybe Bertie can, and he's trying to tell Arthur something. "But even if you weren't, you would still be the father."
And with that perplexing bit of Being logic, Bertie drops his head into Arthur's lap and prods at the book. "Now go on, Arthur, please, so she can love the sound of your voice as much as I do."
I fully blame dlasta for this. I'd say it was crack, but it's kind of my headcanon now.
See there? Now oops, I subjected you all to it anyway. Crack ish commentfic for a book that isn't even out yet. What the hell, me? What the hell.
This is what not having a writing project does to me. I think I wrote kidfic. I don't even know.
Also, this universe really needs a name. Series? No, universe I guess.
Good night.
God I hope I end up writing something soon, or there will be nothing to stop me from inflicting upon you the story about how Arthur the student librarian and Bertie the dragon who fell in love and how one day after they have been together for some time, because of magic they get an egg and, no, Arthur doesn't know where it came from and Bertie just shrugs and says, "Magic, darling, obviously. The power of our love." and then claps his hands in delight because he can't imagine anything lovelier than a baby that came from the love he has for Arthur. Arthur meanwhile is less delighted because he isn't at all sure where this dragon's egg came from. How can he be any part of it? His human mind just can't quite grasp that his love helped make a baby. A dragon baby. In an egg that appeared in the living room when he came downstairs one morning after an especially pleasurable night. But his love for Bertie is very real indeed and he will do right by Bertie and what he at least believes is Bertie's child if not his own, so he sits down with his books on the pile of pillows that Bertie has surrounded the dragon's egg with and reads to it--always when Bertie is out so he won't see. But then it becomes a thing that Arthur thinks about, what should he read, what books are best to expose their baby to, and he does it more and more. Sometimes he just sits there without reading, feeling how oddly warm the egg is, looking at the jewel-like colors. He will love any child of Bertie's, but he still isn't convinced this could also be his.
Just the same he orders the house child-proofed and, after hearing Bertie's tales of his own childhood, buys several fire extinguishers. He also has the egg moved to its own room, a room that now needs wallpaper, and a crib, and several more fire extinguishers. He decides a bay window would be the perfect place to read to a baby and Bertie orders the construction of one without a second's thought. It makes Arthur feel... strange... but he blames the nesting on the magic that is Bertie when he's happy.
Bertie wants this child. Arthur hadn't known that he had either, until it was here. He still isn't sure how it was possible, no book had ever even hinted, but however it happened, Bertie's trusting, contented smiles make Arthur ache with want. Then one day Bertie finds him there with the egg, reading aloud from Lang's The Yellow Fairy Book and he can't resist curling up beside his Arthur and wrapping himself around his two treasures. He snuggles in closer before Arthur can protest or deny his embarrassment at being caught. Bertie thinks it's wonderful that Arthur would already wish to bond with their child.
"I'm not the mom," Arthur blurts out, not even sure what he's admitting to, his confusion over what people would expect of him, his old worry that Bertie would want to have a child with a female dragon, his uncertainty about his role in creating the egg. Whatever his thoughts, his one overriding emotion is obvious because his hand is running over the surface of the egg, searching for any kind of heartbeat. He sighs when Bertie pats him in that way that says Arthur has more to learn about dragons.
"Of course you are, pet. A dragon mother rules the house and you know as well as I do that what you say goes," Bertie assures him and puzzles him at the same time, because Beings never can keep their human gender roles straight, Arthur is sure. Or maybe Bertie can, and he's trying to tell Arthur something. "But even if you weren't, you would still be the father."
And with that perplexing bit of Being logic, Bertie drops his head into Arthur's lap and prods at the book. "Now go on, Arthur, please, so she can love the sound of your voice as much as I do."
I fully blame dlasta for this. I'd say it was crack, but it's kind of my headcanon now.
See there? Now oops, I subjected you all to it anyway. Crack ish commentfic for a book that isn't even out yet. What the hell, me? What the hell.
This is what not having a writing project does to me. I think I wrote kidfic. I don't even know.
Also, this universe really needs a name. Series? No, universe I guess.
Good night.
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