LOOK WHAT I MADE || Laios Touden ||
A/n: He'd be the best dad!
Laios has been waiting for this moment.
The instant his sister steps into the little village square, cloak dusted from travel, staff in hand, eyes still adjusting from the road he is already jogging toward her like an excited child himself.
“FALIN,” he booms.
You barely have time to brace.
Your daughter is tucked under his arm like a loaf of bread, one tiny boot kicking happily in the air, tail swishing in wide delighted arcs.
“Look what I made!” Laios announces proudly.
Falin blinks. “You…..made a baby.”
“Yes! But look closer!”
He lifts his toddler higher, holding her up at chest level like a rare specimen, eyes shining with awe, smile wide.“LOOK AT HER TAIL!”
He rotates his arm gently but enthusiastically, turning your daughter around like a sack of flour so her tail curls and flicks dramatically through the air.
“See how it balances her when she wiggles? That’s excellent core strength.”
Your daughter squeals with laughter.
You wince.“Laios, maybe not like that...she's going too-."
“And LOOK,” he continues, already moving on, tilting her face toward his sister. “HER LITTLE HORNS. They’re growing evenly! Not crooked at all. Very strong structure.”
Falin leans in, smiling softly. “They are very cute.”
“RIGHT?” Laios beams. “Perfect shape. Like yours but tiny.” He nodded to you.
Your daughter chooses that moment to open her mouth wide in a gummy grin.
Two tiny pointed fangs peek out.
Laios gasps like he’s witnessing a miracle.“LOOK HOW CUTE HER TINY FANGS ARE!”
He gently sticks his fingers near her mouth to demonstrate.
This is a mistake.
Your toddler clamps down immediately.
Hard.
Laios freezes.
A muscle in his cheek twitches.
His eyes water instantly.
Falin stares. “…Brother. Doesn’t that… hurt?”
Laios’s voice cracks with joy.“YES!! IMMENSELY!”
Your daughter gnaws happily, tail whipping like she’s won a prize.
“But look how strong her bite is!” he continues proudly through clenched teeth. “Great jaw development!”
You rush forward. “Sweetheart, gentle—”You pry her off his hand carefully. A perfect little bite mark is already forming.
Laios stares at it lovingly.“Adorable.”
Falin blinks several times. “You are bleeding.”
“Barely,” he says proudly. “She’s teething.”
Your daughter giggles and immediately tries to bite him again.
He offers his other hand willingly.
“No, no—this one is for holding,” you scold gently, pulling her back against your chest.
She pouts dramatically as she goes slack in your arms.
Laios looks heartbroken for half a second ,then brightens again.“Oh! Speaking of important baby facts—” he turns eagerly back to his sister. “How is she eating, you ask?”
Falin hadn’t asked.
But she nods anyway, because this is her brother and she loves him.“Well?”
“Great!” Laios declares. “She loves everything!”
“Everything?” Falin repeats carefully.
“Yes! Stews, bread, vegetables, monster meat—”
“Monster meat?” Falin echoes. "Laios!"
“She especially likes the crunchy parts,” Laios adds proudly. “Bones are her favorite.”
You groan softly. “We talked about not giving her bones.”
“They’re soft bones,” he reasons. “Baby-friendly.”
Falin looks faint.
“And milk,” Laios continues cheerfully. “Lots of milk. She gets very sleepy afterward. It’s fascinating.”
Your daughter yawns on cue, head drooping against your shoulder.
Laios melts instantly.“Oh no,” he whispers. “I tired her out by being a good father.”
Falin laughs quietly.“She’s beautiful,” she says softly. “Very energetic.”
“I know,” Laios replies, chest puffing with pride. “Isn’t she amazing?”
Your daughter lifts her head just long enough to try biting your collar.
You sigh.
Laios beams even harder.“See? Full of life.”
Falin watches the three of you,your shy warmth, the tiny half-tiefling chaos in your arms, and her brother practically glowing with feral parental pride.
“…I can tell,” she says gently. “She’s very loved.”
Laios wraps an arm around both of you carefully.
“The best monster I’ve ever encountered,” he declares proudly.
Your daughter squeals.
And tries to bite him again.
