oH MY GOD FUCKING BYE HE WAS AFRAID OF HER WANTING TO HOLD HIS HAND SO HE FUCKING PUT HIS HAND IN IS POCKET I LIT SHOULD’VE STOPPED READING AT THAT POINT BC SHE SAID PAPA AND I FUCKING I LIT WOKE MY MOM UP NEXT TO ME BC OF THE SOUND THAT CAME OUT OF MY FUCKING THROAT LIKE BYE I DIDNT ASK FO R THIS EXCEPT I DID LIKE FUCK MY LIFE AND THEN MASON U FUCKING SPAZZ OMG I UNDERSTAND HIS POINT OF VIEW BU T LIKE U FUCKED UP OMG LYLA HAD NO INSECURITIES ABOUT MASON BC OF HER YOUTH AND INNOCENCE BUT MASON LITERALLY CREATED INSECURITIES IN HER BC OF HIS INSECURITIES LIKE AFTER THAT SHE WOULD PROBABLY THINK HE DIDNT WANT HER TO CALL HIM PAPA SO SHE WOULDNT DO IT ANYMORE OH MY GOD LITERALLY DON’T TOUCH ME I CANT HANDLE THIS RIFGHT NOW BYE.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU EXPECTED FROM MASON. HE IS EMOTIONALLY IMPAIRED. HE DIDN'T MEANT TO MAKE HER FEEL BAD ABOUT IT AND HE WANTED TO FIX IT BUT HE DIDN'T KNEW HOW. HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BEHAVE WITH HER AND FEELS AWKWARD HALF OF THE TIME AND GUILTY AND NASBMNDFBMDSB
The room was finally ready. The walls were already painted and decorated, the furniture was in the right place, the curtains were covering the windows, the toys were already there, fairytale books were perfectly organized in a shelf, little clothes hanging in the closet, everything ready for the little girl that would soon be sleeping there. Lyla. Dexter’s daughter. Adam’s daughter.
It’s been long enough, already. Don’t think like that. He told to himself as he leaned against the door frame , looking at the room that he had decorated with detail, making sure everything was perfect and in place for the young girl that was going to live in it. She is going to hate it. He thought, swallowing thickly. Dex had convinced him to keep the room as a surprise for Lyla, to keep everything secret until they officially moved to the new house. Their new house. And now Mason doubted every decision he made for the stupid room, certain that Lyla wouldn’t like it. After all, what did Mason knew about her? He wasn’t her father, he was just…The man that was now married to her dad. He shook his head and closed the room, turning around to go down stairs where Dex and Lyla would be waiting.
“Um…Where is your dad?” Mason asked, once he got into the living room where the six year old little girl was waiting patiently sitting in the couch. It always surprised Mason how well behaved she could be, how sweet and nice and so like Adam.
“In the car. Picking up boxes.” The girl replied, her voice strangely enough reminded Mason of cotton candy. Then silence settled between them. It was awkward, like it always was. Mason wasn’t sure how to behave with Lyla, even after almost two years, he just felt like an intruder in her life. “Can I go see my new room, please?” The silence was broken after a minute or so and Mason was somewhat glad. Awkward silences always made him anxious.
“What?” He asked dumbly, blinking a couple of times. “Oh…Your room.” He swallowed thickly, biting down his lower lip lightly. What on the planet was Dex doing? “Um…Yeah, sure.” Fuck. He should’ve waited for Dex to come in so he could show his daughter her room. But then Lyla smiled that bright smile of hers that was absolutely adorable and Mason knew he couldn’t back out. “Come on, follow me.” And the girl did. Stepping right beside him. For a moment Mason though she would ask him to hold her hand so he simply buried his own on his pockets and made his way towards the girl’s room.
The door was painted with a lavender tone, in a darker shade the words Lyla’s room were painted in elegant hand writing. Mason took a deep breath and opened the door. He thought of saying something, maybe making a witty comment but instead he moved away from the entrance to let Lyla enter her room as he stood awkwardly by the doorway, waiting for her reaction.
There was a moment of silence as her big brown eyes looked around curiously. Mason shifted his weight from one foot to the other and then cleared his throat. “So…” He started, looking at Lyla. “W-What do you think?” He asked, his tone slightly higher pitched than usual. Another moment of silence. She hates it. And then a little pair of arms were wrapped around him, taking him completely by surprise.
“I love it! Thank you, papa!” The word made Mason’s heart stop for a moment and he was at loss of words.
“W-What did you call me?” He managed to mumble. It wasn’t what he wanted to say but he couldn’t help himself. Lyla took a step back, her cheeks turning pink.
“Nothing.” She whispered, looking down at her feet. Mason opened his mouth to try and say something, fix his mistake but nothing would come out, he had no idea of what to say, how to explain that he didn’t meant to sound so harsh, that it was just his default setting and that her calling her that was a mix of incredibly heartwarming and totally heartbreaking.
“Lyla…” He finally said, moving closer to the girl. “I…Well, I just— “
“Oh, so you saw your room already?” Dex’s voice interrupted him and Mason turned around to find the other at the door. Lyla ran towards her dad and he picked her up to hug her and gave her a kiss. “Did you like it?” And Lyla nodded a small smile in his lips.
“Um…” Mason felt an emptiness in his stomach. Like if he had no place in the picture. “I...I’m going to go down to unpack the kitchen’s stuff. I’m sure you have no idea what goes where.” He offered a small smile before heading toward the exit. Dex however caught his arm and kissed him lightly. Mason forced himself to smile before leaving. Fully aware that he had just screwed up pretty badly with a little girl that deserved to have a better dad than he could be.
You could always go to school after Hogwarts. A lot of wizards do that. Art did it, I did it, granted for a short amount of time, but I still did it. Your Aunt Eloise and Uncle Clarke and Callum all went to muggle uni after Hogwarts. You bet we’re both cute, we’re cute as shit. It runs in the family.
Never. I’ll dye it. I’ll be young forever. FOREVER!
I suppose I could...I'm not sure what collage I would go to, though. I guess I'll have to ask around and do some research since I'm a bit clueless about how muggle school system works and all that stuff. Yes, we're all a bunch of cuties.
Will you dye it of different colours? Cause I'm sure Josh can help you out with that. He dyed his hair pink once and then blue and for a quidditch match he dyed it red and gold.
They arrive at the D’Angelo Manor by floo like they always do because age hasn’t done anything for Dex’s laziness. Stepping out of the fireplace they see Sebastian D’Angelo sitting in his armchair reading that morning’s paper. He finishes the sentence he’s on before folding the paper over the side of the chair and peering up to his eldest son’s family.
FUCK ME WITH A FUCKING CHAINSAW. SHYMA I HATE YOU AND LOVE YOU AND HATE YOU AND LOVE YOU MORE.
I CAN'T EVEN GATHER MY THOUGHTS. HELP. I JUST AKBNDFJBFJBD OKAY, BREATHING, THAT'S IMPORTANT. OKAY NOW WHAT? THE CAPS. I MUST TURN OFF THE CAPS.
There. Much better. Okay so...How do I even start? Firstly if I Should've recorder myself, I swear I did so many faces and pulled my hair and squealed and died. Now...What else? Oh, right FUCK YOU SEBASTIAN SR. FUCK YOU. WHAT DO YOU THINK UR DOING NOT TRATING LYLA LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING PRINCESS, U ASS. Then Clarke u cutie, I love you. U i perfection. And Amira, I like you too. Callum...Callum meeh. I don't want to punch you and you're trying so THERE'S THAT.
AGAIN, SEBASTIAN BE NICE TO YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER. SHE IS BEING ENTHUSIASTIC, PLS. PRETEND TO BE INTERESTED, DAMN IT.
"I'm getting myself ready" Perfection. SO MUCH PERFECTION IN ONE SENTENCE.And then...Then Dexter. DEXTER. YOU CALLED HIM WIFEY. WIFEY. I CAN'T WITH YOU, YOU DORK. "No, I'm going to go poison yours." ANOTHER PERFECT SENTENCE.
And Mason and Aana's relationship, man. ETERNAL CRIES. She lets him into her kitchen. HER KITCHEN. As a person that knos ho precious a kitchen is, I feel da love. BLESS.
AND SEB WITH SEBASTIAN. OMG CAN WE NOT? MY BABY IS SO QUIET AND NICE AND A BIT AWKWARD AND HE IS SO PRESH. AND LOR AND SEB BEING CLOSE AND MILO BEING SO AWESOME AND...AND...AND...
It’s how D’Angelo men show love. By beating each other up and lowering one another’s self esteems.
How the hell did he make it to his third year without knowing basic transfiguration? Geez. Now an astronaut, that would be cool. I’d be proud as hell to have an astronaut for a kid. I’ll be proud as hell either way cause you’re a good kid, but you know, space and all that. Well then I was being cute before too.
Two hundred, huh? Seems like a decent amount of time. I wonder how many grey hairs I’ll have by then. I wonder if you’ll be an astronaut by then.
I don't know, I suppose that's why he needed the tutoring. Although I need to know a lot about physics and other sciences which I haven't study much since I'm a wizard but still...I think is possible for me to become an astronaut. I don't know how but I'm sure it can happen. Okay, fine. We're both cute.
Yup, two hundred. I'm pretty sure your hair will be white by then, dad. And I think I could be an astronaut by then.
I won’t tell pops. I’ll sneak you out in the dead of the night and you’ll be gone before he knows it. Off with some other family that’ll deal with your little smartass self.
…And how old was this kid? Ok, he might have been a certified idiot then. Regardless, a teacher’s job stays the same so maybe you’re right, maybe teaching isn’t for you. You could always come back as the groundskeeper or something, hah! Love you too, kid. Look who’s being embarrassing now.
Yeah, I guess Ly isn’t a mom to 6 already, Charlie isn’t a hooker, Ozzy isn’t in prison and you’re not dead so Mason and I did do a pretty good job, didn’t we? Well, I never said I wanted them in the near future. Just in the future, you know, before I’m dead or something. I mean of course I’ve got Oz’s kids but you know.
Umm...Thirteen, I think. He was dumb as hell and no matter how I tried to explain, he wouldn't get it. No, dad. I don't think I'll get a job at the school...I want to work at St. Mungo's or maybe I'll work in a restaurant or maybe I'll become an astronaut. I'm not being embarrassing, I'm being cute.
That's the spirit! I think... Dad, you're going to live two hundred years like you promised that one time I had a bad dream. So I'm pretty sure you'll be able to see your grandchildren from Lyla, Charlie or me. Don't worry.
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