omg i'm so excited about this blog !!! may i request a one shot with yuma and his kids?? idk if it's allowed, if it is you can just delete this ask. but,, thanks for making this blog, i'm really enjoying it so far!! ❤❤
oh geez anon this has been at the bottom forever lol sorry for the delay
From behind him, Yuma hears the pattering of small, but desperate feet, and doesn’t get a chance to turn around before his back is enveloped in a bear hug from his daughter. Not that it phases him in the slightest; she wasn’t even half his size.
“What’s up, Daisy?” Yuma says, putting his gardening tools down on the dirt.
“Edgar stole all the cookies again!” she declares, whining into the small of his back. “He promised he’d share! But he’s not sharing!”
Yuma frowns. “Didn’t I tell you only three cookies each?”
Daisy hesitates for a second, and releases his back, stepping backwards. “Well, yeah, I mean, uh, I was gonna have three, but--but he took them!”
Yuma rolls his eyes, and then stands to his full height.
“Daddyyyy,” Daisy whines, stamping her foot. “Please help me get them back!”
He turns around to scold her about eating too many cookies, but he sees the look on her face. The jutted lip. The slightly glassy eyes. The childish, but adorable pout.
“Fine. But you only get one more, understood?”
Daisy lights up instantly, nodding as she grabs his hand - or, well, his pointer finger. She tugs him in the direction of the house, and Yuma follows without any resistance, though he’s hardly pleased about being interrupted. She leads him into the house, up the stairs, and to the locked door at the end of the hall. Kidz Bop is blasting.
Yuma knocks, and the music turns off with a muffled groan.
“I said go away Daisy, they’re mine!” he hears past the door.
He hears Edgar trip over something and then the scrambling of cookie wrapping and assorted other things presumably being shoved under or behind something, and then loud footprints towards, but not to, the door. Silence follows. Yuma knocks again, and calls out Edgar’s name, but no response is given.
“Now what are we gonna do, Daddy?” Daisy whisper-yells, tears welling in her eyes and fear in her voice.
“Daisy, do you wanna see a magic trick?”
“Ready? Watch my right hand.” Yuma begins to move his right hand in odd directions, making sure that Daisy is watching, as he reaches for the hidden key above Edgar’s door with his left. Then he claps his hands together, waits a moment for dramatic appeal, and opens his hands to reveal the key.
Daisy lights up. “How did you do that?!”
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he answers, ignoring the rest of her pleas as he unlock’s Edgar’s bedroom door.
When the door opens up, Daisy quiets down. It’s messy. Yuma’s definitely going to have to scold him for that. But Edgar is nowhere to be seen, and neither are the cookies. Though, Yuma can hear a bit of movement coming from within the closet, so unless Daisy snuck in another wild animal, Edgar was probably there.
“Gee, Daisy,” Yuma says, his tone facetious. “I wonder where Edgar is?”
“Did he jump out the window?! With the cookies?!”
“I--no? Alright, less computer time for you.”
“Then where is he, Daddy?” Daisy sounds genuinely concerned, and Yuma almost wants to laugh. Almost.
“I don’t know! Let’s look around. Daisy, you check by the bed. I’ll check over here.”
Daisy scurries over towards Edgar’s bed, first dramatically lifting off the covers to find nothing beneath them. She then checks under some laundry he has lying around, before going under the bed. She emerges from it with the plastic cookie box in hand, grinning.
“Look, look! I got the cookies!”
“Good job, Daisy. Now bring those downstairs, okay? And remember: only one.”
Daisy nods, and scurries out of the room. Yuma’s well aware that more than one will be missing when he goes downstairs, but getting Edgar is of the highest priority. Yuma saunters around the room, taking exaggerated steps around the closet.
“Hm, I wonder where Edgar is? Could he be...over here?” Yuma lifts a box near the closet door up, finding nothing, and places it down. “Or...over here?”
Yuma fancies around the area for a bit before deciding enough is enough, and reaches for the closet door.
The closet door is thrown open and Edgar jumps at the sight of his father, stuttering with excuses. Yuma doesn’t listen to a word of them, instead picking Edgar up and holding him with one arm over his shoulder.
“Now come on, we’re gonna go apologize to Daisy and not eat any more cookies.”
Edgar whined the whole way down as Yuma raced back to the kitchen with Edgar still on his shoulder.
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