This is just an experiment to make this fic since I'm still unsure, just tell me if you guys have some ideas to help and if I really should continue it or not since it's only a test.
Other than that enjoy!
White on the Five Star
White Radish dad au!
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Enable Kingdom.......
A kingdom hidden from the world even the gods eyes—it was a fortress built for the unwanted, the shunned, the feared.
A nation carved from the shadows, where people with dark attributes, shunned spesies, or stained pasts found shelter under a single, unyielding promise:
Here, no one will cast you out.
The White Castle rose at the center like a pale heart, shine under the light like a symbol of hope. And ruling over all of it was the Grim King—White Star, the man of long blood-red hair and a white mask with a face that reflected no emotion, no mercy, no hesitation.
He was human, supposedly. but no one who looked into the hollow gaze of that mask believed it.
He was a wall of will, a blade of logic, a king who would break the sky before breaking a promise.
Thus the kingdom thrived in disciplined quiet.
Which was why.........
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH—"
the sound that ripped through the kingdom this morning felt like a divine joke.
Everyone paused. Everyone heard it.
Everyone blinked once.
Then, as if collectively deciding it was not their business, everyone went back to their work.
❃.✮:▹ ◃:✮.❃
White Star stood stiffly in the middle of his private chamber, arms locked around a very small, very red, very loud baby that suspiciously have some resembles with him.
Callum—his “new son,” acquired (ps: stolen) from God of Death temple only a week prior—was screaming like the world was ending. Again.
The powerful main villain, master of an entire kingdom, ruthless, breaker of armies… looked like he was contemplating whether he could fight a baby and lose.
Duke Fredo, his only person that he can trust with this thing since he is the one raise Naru, hurried in with a small assortment of items—bottles, cloths, and a mysterious jar Eden insisted was important.
“my leige” Fredo said gently, “rock him. Rock him slowly—”
“I am,” White Star answered in a low, tense rumble, though his stiff, mechanical movements suggested he was attempting to rock a sack of potatoes rather than a living child.
The half blood dragon now name Eden (yes same name, screw you I'm lazy :b) dashed in with a mountain of blanket. “Here! I think? I—father, he threw the other ones on the floor. He hates blankets.”
“He is a newborn,” White Star said flatly. “He cannot hate.”
Callum just screamed louder.
'I'm hungry you clueless idiots, why did you have to be my father!? '
“…He hates,” White Star corrected.
Before Fredo could answer, Sayeru barged in like a disaster. “Maybe he’s hungry! Babies cry when they’re hungry—right? Or is that when they’re tired? Or possessed?”
“He is not possessed, this is his new body....i think” White Star mutter.
"Wha—"
"Don't ask Fredo. " He look at the vampire threatening.
Then Dorph stumbled in behind Sayeru. “Okay but hear me out—maybe the baby wants a weapon.”
"AAAAAAAA—"
' no, you bunch scary people! ' Callum think.
For some reason that answer only make the baby more restless, now wiggling more harder on White Star amrs.
“No,” White Star snapped, “he does not want a weapon.” he is not that fucking clueless or stupid!
The cry reduce even though just a little.
"Whaaaaa— huuuu.....sniff...." 'Thank you. '
“Okay but maybe—”
“Dorph,” Fredo warned. “No.”
Naru peered in behind them, purple eyes bright with the demon energy of a child bored and ready to cause chaos. “Baby is louder than Uncle Dorph snoring and uncle Sayeru scaredly scream.”
Dorph eye twitched. “WHAT was that, you little—!”
He lunged.
Sayeru immediately joined in. “OH YOU BRAT—COME HERE—”
Naru shrieked with pure joy and sprinted, knocking over a table, a vase, and half of Fredo dignity.
Fredo wouldn't care that much and even go as far gaslight those two beastman together with his son, but right now is not the time.
“PLEASE do not—Naru—stop—WE DO NOT RUN WITH FANGS OUT—!!”
Eden attempted to intervene, slipped on a blanket, and crashed into Sayeru, who crashed into Dorph, who crashed into a shelf, which fell over with the sound of absolute failure.
"BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—"
Callum screamed louder for that.
He somehow sounded offended(because he is).
White Star stared at the baby, then the room, then the baby again.
“This,” he said, “is intolerable.”
Fredo thrust a bottle into his hands. “Try feeding him! Rock him! Gentle—yes—like that—no—gentler—my leige, he is a baby, not a hostage—” (are you sure?).
White Star followed the instructions stiffly, awkwardly, like someone reading a foreign language in real time.
Callum finally latched onto the bottle—
And silence fell like a divine blessing.
Fredo sighed in relief. Eden wiped sweat off his forehead. Naru peeked out from behind a toppled chair with a grin.
But then White Star turned around.
He saw—
Sayeru tangled in curtains, a lot of bite marks, rope, and shame. Dorph with half his hair somehow shave and a bear trap somehow clamped on his ass AGAIN.
Furniture overturned, Blankets everywhere A shattered vase. Naru, smug, hiding behind Fredo. Eden holding a bowl labeled “BABY THING???” upside-down.
White Star aura dropped into lethal cold.
He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t move.
“…Sayeru. Dorph.” he said, very calmly.
Both men instantly froze mid-struggle, eyes wide like animals sensing a predator.
White Star looked slowly, painfully around the room.
Then back at them.
And delivered, in the cold tone that made full-grown bessts kneel.
“Why,” he asked, “must you behave like fools in my presence?”
The room went dead silent.
Even the bear trap stopped clanking.
"Barph.... " Callum burped softly.
White Star exhaled. “Clean. This. Room.”
Sayeru swallowed.
Dorph whimpered.
Naru snickered and ducked behind Fredo when White Star masked gaze snapped toward him.
And with the baby finally calm down in his arms, White Star —the dragon slayer, terrifying Arm leader and powerful —looked at the chaos around him and concluded only one thing:
“…I despise all of you.”
