The Opposite of Cute
Pairing: Jiejie!reader x Didi!Caleb
WC: 800 words
Serious Content Warning: Eventual incest so if u don't fw that don't read pls and thank uuuuu
If you had to sum up the new kid in two words, you’d describe him as ‘not cute’.
You’d been hopeful, at first, when Josephine had brought him and his sister to the house that the three of you could get along. You had no extravagant fantasies along the lines of bonding and creating a brand new family together, but that at worst they would be easy to ignore. Bouncing around from orphanage to orphanage, you’d encountered all sorts of other traumatized kids. For a while, after she had first told you that there would be some new additions to your life, you had dreaded that she would bring back one of the angry types- you had no interest in what few things you considered yours being broken or stolen or conveniently ‘lost’- though you’d simply smiled and told her that you didn’t mind. This wasn’t your home after all, who were you to tell her what to do with hers?
But, when the kids had walked through the door, they had been sweet. Bewitchingly adorable, even.
The little girl had eyes like saucers and fat cheeks that only accentuated her cuteness. Despite the ragged set of secondhand clothing that had clearly been given to her as someone else’s hand me downs, she had the kind of adorable pudginess that attested to having been well fed. A rarity in the post chronorift catastrophe orphanages. She had stared up at you with stars in her eyes and excitedly, if stiltedly, repeated the words that the adults around her sweetly coaxed her into speaking.
“Its nice to meet you Jiejie! I am Meimei!”
You hadn’t bothered hiding your smile or warmly repeating her introduction. She’d run up to you and asked if she could give you a hug. You’d agreed, feeling the eyes of the many adults around you watching your every action. She’d wrapped her arms around your torso and you had awkwardly patted her head in return.
The little boy did not seem that much older than his sister, though he had clearly had a rougher time during his stay in public care. The bottoms of his shorts were ragged and his sneakers, two sizes too large, had cracked open at the toe vamp. There was a slight gauntness to him that stood in contrast to the girl’s childishly plump form. Still, baby fat clung to his cheeks and his violet eyes glinted brightly as he looked up at you for a long moment before bowing.
“Hello and thank you for letting us into your home. My name is Caleb and I am grateful for your kindness towards me and Meimei.”
You had replied in kind and nodded at him, feeling your anxiety spike when he stepped forwards with an outstretched hand. Did he want a hug as well? Maybe he wanted to shake hands? What kind of kid his age wanted to shake hands?
