A Mouse With A Plan
Welcome back to another adventures in Mouse's Mini-verse! It's Father's Day and the one year anniversary of the start of my Daddy Duty series! I cannot believe I have been writing these silly stories about Mouse and Sukuna for a year! I have had such a blast working on this series, and I have no intentions or desire to stop! Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, given Kudos, likes, or reblogs! I appreciate you all and hope you have many happy days ahead!!
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Author's Note: For anyone new to my Daddy Duty Series, Mouse is Sukuna's, currently, 3 year old daughter with reader. Monkey is their infant son. Summary: Mouse is a toddler with a plan and she is not taking no for an answer. Author's Note: They did not celebrate Father's Day in Heian Era Japan, so we're doing a birthday fic on Father's Day instead!
There's an extra something extra at the end to celebrate the first anniversary of this series!
WC: 2900+
CW: reader is referred to as 'Mama' and 'wife' but not described and no pronouns used for reader, toddler dad Sukuna, dad sukuna, heian era, true form Sukuna (4 arms), it's pretty much just plain Dilf Sukuna fluff and crack, SFW in every way, just family fluff
Fic Divider by: @strangergraphics
“Papa! Papa! Helloooooo! Papa! Wake up, please and thank you!”
Sukuna opened his eyes in narrowed slits at the only being in the world who would dare to sit on his chest and try to pry open his eyelids to wake him up. “What do you want, Mouse?”
“Good morning, Papa!” She preened and leaned forward. She cupped his face and kissed the tip of his nose. “Is you up now, Papa?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you is!” She giggled and kissed his nose again. “Hi Papa!”
He sighed. She better be damn glad she was cute. He lifted one of his hands to rub her back affectionately. “Hi Mouse. Now answer my question. What is it that you want?”
“Help me wake Mama up, please and thank you!”
“Wake her up yourself,” he grumbled. She had done just fine waking him up…
“Nuh uh! Mama gets scary!” Mouse said, her eyes wide and looking almost haunted.
Sukuna blinked slowly, as she reminded him again of a bitter truth. His daughter found you scarier than him… Nothing humbled a person like fatherhood it would seem.
“Why do you need me to wake her?”
“She’s scary.” Mouse pressed her lips at him in a brave display of annoyance. “I says that.”
“I mean what reason do you have to need her awake?”
“I has a plan. Needs her awake. Oh! I needs Urau-rau too!” She made an ‘oh’ face and clambered off of him and began heading towards the bedroom door. She paused to look at him over her shoulder. She gave him a look like one would give a comrade on a battlefield and left him with words of encouragement for his task ahead. “Be careful, Papa. You got this!”
“Alright, Mouse. You’ve got Uraume and me here. You put Papa on Monkey duty and banned him from half of the house. What’s up?” You asked, leaning a hip against a kitchen counter.
Uraume stood a few feet away, glowering at the toddler standing in front of you both with her hands on her hips and a triumphant look on her face. Tuna sat beside her, staring up at her as if waiting to be assigned a task.
Uraume huffed in vexation. “This had better be important.”
“It is!” Mouse said indignantly.
“We’re listening,” you encouraged her to start speaking before Uraume made her into breakfast.
“Don’t you know what today is?” Mouse asked, cocking her head slightly to the side.
“Obviously not.” Uraume’s patience was exceptionally thin when they were tired and Mouse already had that thread on the verge of breaking.
“It’s Papa’s birthday!” The look on her face as she glared up at the two of you was pure disappointment.
You and Uraume look at each other with eyes wide and jaws slightly ajar. Well, shit. Mouse was correct. It was in fact Sukuna’s birthday.
“Good job, Mouse! That would have been very important to not remember” You smiled at your daughter and reached out to pet her head.
Sukuna generally did not celebrate his birthday. Half of the time he did not even remember it himself. Which had been fine when it was just the grown ups. But now you had a child and she was old enough to remember having a party on her own birthday. There was no way Mouse was going to settle for anything less for her Papa.
Uraume looked at you. “Lord Sukuna does not celebrate his birthday.”
“Well… Now he going to! And next year! And next year! And a lot of next years!!” Mouse had one hand on her hip and another in the air, moving as she spoke. Her tone came across if she was making a royal decree. The Tiny Tyrant was trying very hard to leave no room for argument. She is just like her father.
“Lets just worry about this one right now,” you smiled at her.
“How did she even know it was his birthday?” Uraume asked.
“She must have heard him mention it to me the other day. The only thing I can think of is she counted it down? She’s really good at counting,” you answered, feeling fairly confident that was the answer.
“Right! Okay! I gots a plan!” Mouse ran over to a counter across from you, grabbed a sheet of paper off the counter and came back to her same place. “Mama? Urau-rau? You ready, please and thank you? ”
“I will hear your proposal but I make no promises that I will go along with it,” Uraume crossed their arms across their chest and waited to hear what Mouse had to say.
She gave an angry pout in Uraume’s position before she began to read off the paper in front of her. She had a list of foods she wanted to make for her Papa. You had to give her credit, it was really well thought out.
But there was one thing that had been bothering you. You held out a hand towards your daughter. “May I see your list?”
“I was going to ask the same thing,” Uraume muttered. They leaned in closer as you both examined the paper Mouse had been reading off of.
You had been curious how your three year old would have written out a list and then been able to read it off. Sukuna worked with her regularly on learning reading and writing. Not only did he want his daughter to be educated, he wanted to instill in her from a young age a love of reading and learning. Because of this she was very advanced for her age.
Still… this was a bit above her abilities.
Your eyes got wide when you saw that the words were there and they were correct. The kanji were very messy and a bit hard to read, but they were definitely right.
“I did good?” Mouse asked.
“You did very well, Mouse.” She preened at your praise.
“Who helped you with this?” Uruame’s voice was laden with suspicion.
“Tuna!” Mouse grinned and leaned down to wrap her arms around your resident kitsune. She rubbed her face in his fur affectionately while he looked up at the two of you with what was clearly a smirk on his face.
“How did Tuna help you?” You hated that your brain started questioning if Tuna was transforming without your knowledge. He was an old kitsune so not as mischievous as a young one, but he was still a kitsune.
“Wanna see?” Mouse straightened up, her face beaming with excitement and her eyes bright.
“Yes.” Uraume did not even give you a chance to consider it before they replied. Honestly, you were intrigued too.
“Okay! Stay right here, please and thank you!”
Mouse and Tuna scurried off down the hall and returned shortly with one of the calligraphy sets and washi. You and Uraume watched in silence as Mouse got everything set up. She laid down on her belly and Tuna took up a spot on the opposite side of the washi. He pressed her nose affectionately to her forehead.
She grinned up at you as she reached up to pet his head affectionately. Her pink hair was messy from never having been combed this morning because she was too anxious to hold her conclave in the kitchen. She brushed her hair out of her face and resumed her position. “Okay, we ready! Watch us, please and thank you!”
“Go for it,” you answered with Uraume echoing with a sound of approval.
Mouse instructed Tuna that they were going to write ‘I love you, Papa’ and were specific that it was to be written in a large size. You watched as Mouse carefully dipped the brush in the ink and brought it to the paper. Her tongue peaked out of her mouth on the side as she tried to concentrate. She got part way in on her own, which was impressive to you. But what blew your mind was what came next.
Mouse paused her hand. “Tuna, I got stuck. Can you help me, please and thank you?”
The kitsune leaned his head down and used his nose to gently guide her hand to write it out. He did this each time she got stuck or did not know how to start. Every step of the way until it was finished. If Mouse started to get frustrated he would rest his nose against her forehead and ‘give a little ‘foof.’ It would make her smile and then she would give a nod and they would start again.
You and Uraume glanced at each other, absolutely stunned. Never in a million years would you have thought that you would have a 5 tailed kitsune that was patiently teaching your daughter to write. And yet that was what was happening right before your eyes.
Mouse got to her knees and picked up the washi as Tuna moved to sit at her side. She held it up for you and Uraume to see. Both of them looked up at you with pride on their faces. “Ta da!”
Every single kanji was right. You were stunned and proud. Of both of them. You squatted down and pet both of their heads. “You guys did a great job! What are you going to do with that, Mouse?”
She gave you a huge grin. “I’ll tell you! You ready to start the plan, please and thank you?”
Uraume looked at you and gave a disgusted sigh, but you could see the slight smile on their face. “I guess you have earned some cooperation.”
“What that mean? Co-bob…er-a-dee-don?”
“Not even close.” Uraume shook their head.
“Coperation,” you couldn’t hide the chuckle at Mouse’s attempt. “Good try. It means that Uraume is going to help us with your list.”
Mouse jumped up and down in excitement, spinning in a circle before taking a stance similar to one would before a fight, including putting up her fists up in front of her. “Please and thank you, let's go!!
“Papa! Monkey! We ready!” Mouse called as she burst through the shoji door to the bedroom where Sukuna laid reading while Monkey laid in bed next to him happily playing with his newly discovered toes.
“Are we finally released from our imprisonment?” Sukuna arched his eyebrow, making no moves to get up. About an hour ago he and Monkey had their approved territory reduced to just the bedroom. He was annoyed and curious simultaneously.
“Yup! Time to sit up, please and thank you!” Mouse ran to stand next to Sukuna’s side of the bed. She was unable to stand still so she did an excited little dance in place. She looked your way. “Mama, don’t forget you got to carry Monkey!”
“I won’t,” you chuckled, moving to pick your son up from the bed.
All four of his eyes lit up when he saw your face. He began excitedly babbling and immediately reached for you. You made a silly face at him to watch him smile big and laugh. He was the image of his father with the exception being he only had 2 arms. (You would have loved him the same and thought he was just as beautiful with four arms.)
The markings on his face were identical to his father’s with the exception of it being on both sides of his face and a mark across his nose. He had the same bands on his wrists and biceps, with light markings on his chest and back that were similar to his father’s. Sukuna had said the markings on his own chest and back darkened and widened with age, so only time would tell.
“You ready, Monkey?” you asked as you scooped him up and held him against you. You kissed his head and gave him a little squeeze as you watched Mouse giving Sukuna a hard time. You had such a beautiful little family. Your heart fluttered at the thought.
“Okay, Papa! You gots to close your eyes - all of em! And then hold my hand. Please and thank you!” Mouse said as Sukuna finally stood to his full height. She pointed a finger up at him as she tilted her head back. “And nooooo peaking!”
“And if I don’t?” He challenged.
“Please, Papa? Pretty, pretty please and thank you very, very much!”
He was pretty sure her eyes could not get any bigger and her lip could not stick out any further. He could tell she was excited, and he knew they had been working at something all damn day . He had to admit he was intrigued. He gave a loud sigh. It was overly dramatic and filled with dejection.
Mouse laughed at him and reached out her hand. For these two this was just business as usual. Sukuna closed his eyes, all four of them, and held out one of his hands. She looked at you with a big grin on her face. “Okay! Lets go! Don’t let go of my hand, okay, Papa?”
Don’t let go of my hand, okay, Papa? Those words and the sound of her sweet little voice saying them were now etched onto his heart and burned into his memory for the rest of his life. He gave a grunt. “Fine, fine. Lead the way.”
“Okay, Papa! Open your eyes!” Mouse directed as they came to a stop a short time later.
Sukuna opened his eyes and blinked. And then blinked again. There was a feast fit for a king laid out in front of him. Deserts, sweets, snacks, fish, rice, fowl, meat… and he could see his favorite meal that Uraume made with a very different type of meat.
You sat on the opposite side facing him with a smile on your face. Monkey was sitting in your lap facing him as well. Uraume knelt nearby with a small smile on their face but their head bent in respect as usual.
Everything looked and smelled delicious. He now knew why they had been busy all day and his movements had been restricted. But there was still just one thing he didn’t understand. “What’s this about?”
Mouse wrapped her arms around his arm, hugging it, and gave him a smile so bright it could rival the sun itself. “You forgotted?”
“I forgot what?” His eye brow arched.
“Silly Papa!” She covered her mouth as she giggled. Once she had recovered she looked up at Sukuna, a grin still on her face. “Happy Birthday, Papa!”
In honor of this series turning ONE YEAR OLD, here is an extra little short to celebrate
Sukuna's First Birthday
15 years ago:
“When is your birthday?”
Sukuna paused eating his meat to look at the child he had taken in under the pretense of putting their ice curse to use. “What type of question is that?”
The white haired 10 year old shrugged their shoulders. They had been filling the silence by asking him every single damn question they could think of. And some of them had been utterly ridiculous.
Still, he had humored the kid and answered all of them. Even the absurd ones. Though he did comment on the quality of some of these questions when he answered them.
“It’s just a normal question people ask each other," Uraume said with a shrug.
“I don’t know. Never knew and couldn’t care less,” Sukuna shrugged.
“But everyone has a birthday,” Uraume screwed up their face.
“Well, not me,” he shrugged. “My mother abandoned me and I have fended for myself my whole life. I never had anyone to share that knowledge with me, and no one has ever asked.”
“How many Oshogatsu festivals have you seen?” Uraume asked.
Sukuna made a tch sound and did some quick math in his head. “I would guess somewhere around 27? Why does it matter?”
“I just needed to know,” Uraume said, eyes tilting up as they organized thoughts in their head.
Sukuna was reaching for another skewer of meat again when they spoke. “Ten'an Gannen rokugatsu jūgo-nichi. “ (06.15.857 CE)
“What is the significance of this date?” Sukuna snatched up the meat and took a bite.
“You said you had seen approximately 27 Oshogatsu festivals. So I added 3 years to that since most people do not start to accrue formative memories until the age of 3. So that would be approximately 30 years ago,” Uraume explained their math.
“Okay… and the month and day?”
“That is the Month and the Day that you took me in,” they averted their gaze, shyness setting in.
It was an interesting choice of dates. The large man shrugged. Why not? He had no plans to celebrate it, but if it made the kid feel better, it was a small concession.
Sukuna lifted one of his hands and moved it like he was waving something off. “Fine, fine. If that is what you wish, I will accept it.”
Uraume looked back at him and grinned from ear to ear before they lowered their head and hands to the ground. “You honor me, Lord Sukuna!”
Sukuna himself was not bothered by not having a birthday. But the fact that Uraume had been upset that he did not have one and then took actual, thoughtful care in choosing a date…
It caused an unknown feeling, and honestly uncomfortable, feeling like a warm flutter in his stomach.
Sukuna shook his head and reached out a hand for another skewer of meat. He reasoned it was probably just some weird vagal response or indigestion and gave it no more thought. Instead he feasted on the delicious food that Uraume had made and continued answering stupid questions into the night.
And so goes the story of Sukuna’s first birthday.