#a really fun challenge trying to guess characteristics of another’s oc :D

[who-scrambled-my-ocs]

If Lucas could've adopted Baby Bim (by normal or by evil-parent-eating means), what would raising an infant look like for him and Bruno?

Part one

He’d been Hunting

He’d been stalking the duo

The Intent, the Magic, the Cruelty in their gazes

It had sung to him

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They’d been hunting too

A group of friends, a group of laughter, careless joy and harmless fun

A sheer feeling of innocent invincibility

They had been Hunting

The Magic in their hands, on their lips and in their shadows

Encircling and ensnaring and exploiting

It had Reeked

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He’d had them

His Magic seeping through his veins

The excitement, the Hunger

He’d had them dancing at his fingertips, so close-

He’d

Stalled

Something had hiccuped behind him

Past the path they’d ran from him

He almost had them

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He hadn’t noticed them hold a carrier

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It laid on the side of the alley he’d ambushed them in, in the middle of their hunt, haphazardly tossed, almost overturned really

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Brown tear filled eyes stared frozen at his sea-green ones, cheeks streaked but silent, merely hiccuping as quiet as possible

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They’d ran

Without it

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“Caro you cannot be serious” Bruno is walking wide eyed after Lucas as he pushes the stroller- it was new, when had he even found time to buy one already- further inside their house while still stubbornly rocking it, refusing to look his husband in the eye-

Bruno grabs his hand, forcing him gently but firmly to stop, to please listen “This is not- you brought in a child!”

“Caro keep it down, they’re sleeping”

“The bambino, Lucas- Caro it’s Human!” He almost hisses in his exasperated whisper, pouring everything in those words, everything they knew as Lucas keeps silently rocking the stroller

“We’re old” he says finally, a huff almost to it “We’ve gone past our retirement ages ago Bruno. It-it won’t be as long, we don’t have to worry like when we were young, we wouldn’t even be separated by decades, even if we live longer” Lucas says quietly, uncertainty caught in his voice despite his steadfast stance, eyes flitting back to the stroller he was rocking gently and away from his husband

Bruno sighs heavily, but there’s a sort of resignation in it despite himself as he glances at the bundle in the stroller, something fond already in his smile as he sees the baby was actually awake

The baby gurgles and babbles silently to itself as it raises a little fist up, making baby grabby hands and lightly kicking a leg as it held a new baby ring in its other hand, silently entertaining itself all on its own, all curious expressions and deep concentration

It looks up and suddenly freezes as it catches Bruno’s eyes, looking like a deer caught in the headlights at the sudden attention it was being given, eyes so very wide they were practically sparkling in the light, and Bruno chuckles softly as he reaches out a hand towards the baby

“Ciao, Stellina~”

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“Uhm, shee doll? Shee, you can play with her”

Lucas pauses in the hallway with a smile, laundry basket resting on his hip with one hand as he listens in to his Stella’s attempts at words

He’d already grasped several vowels and consonants so rapidly fast Lucas had almost felt jealous, remembering his own struggles at learning the human tongue

He silences his laugh at the memories, listening in with an amused and fond smile-

“No, papá sh-aid, sh-aid no magic alone”

His smile drops to an alarmed frown immediately, snapping his fingers and letting the shadows carry away their laundry as he walked closer to the bedroom beside his own

“Papá sh-ays magic can-can give euhm, boo-boo”

“Stella? Who are you talking to amarino?” He asks softly, his eyes scanning the room sharply as he walks in with one hand still on the doorknob

He sees nothing. Nothing but a kid with a curly mop of hair, bright rosy cheeks and beautiful brown eyes staring up at him with a finger by his face

There’s two cups of pretend tea placed on the floor, accompanied by two plates with two real cookies on each, on a little purple blanket on the floor strewn with toys

One plate is in front of him, the other across from him halfway in the shadows of a corner

His cookie lies untouched

The second cookie had a bite out of it

A hand gestures at the corner before Lucas can react, a frown above a mouth trying out his words

“Nona!”

Lucas frowns “Nona? Mio caro?” He asks, stepping a lot closer and swooping his heart up in his arms, scanning the shadows intently but seeing nothing “Do you have a friend, mia stella?”

“Nona” He simply repeats in Lucas’s arms, fiddling with the doll still in his hands “She likes cookie”

“Does she now?” Lucas asks softly, trying to hide the tenseness in his shoulders as he looked around

It hadn’t been the first time

Imaginary friend? Or something more

He pushes it away for now, smiling instead “How about we ask babbo to make many cookies with you then huh? Some pignoli-“

“Yesh! Yesh yesh!” Arms raised up in cheer before Lucas could even finish, and he laughs, booping his little nose

“We’ll make the best pignoli in the world-“ He freezes

It had been a single second

A single blink, forgettably easy to miss

But

He stares back in the room, eyes scanning again

He’d felt a brush of something-

“Papá?” Wide eyes are looking up at him, concern starting to seep in despite Lucas’s attempts to hide it

Focus

“Sorry stella, I thought I heard something” he simply smiles, kissing the little bundle’s forehead “Let’s go make those cookies huh?”

And perhaps get some scrolls ready from the basement

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“Stella! We need to leave!”

“Coming Nonno!” A rush of feet over the staircase, a yelp, and a tut of someone standing at the end of the staircase watching a little boy being carried by shadows safely down

“Bim, no running down the stairs, we’ve told you it’s dangerous”

“But papá-“

“No no, none of that. We’ll talk about it later again, now let’s tie your shoes-“

“I already did it!”

“What? Lemme see” Lucas reaches down to check and sure enough, they were two neat bunny ears on each shoe, snuggly and securely fit

Lucas raises a brow

“Did Nona do them for you?” He asks with a wry smile, biting back a chuckle as his kid bristled before him

“Nuhuh! No I did it! All by myself! I’m not a little baby anymore!” The stomp with his huff is adorable and Lucas can’t help the small laugh that escapes him, snickering at the pout it gets him

“I’m sorry Stella, you simply surprised me. You’re learning so fast I can’t keep up” he says amused, ruffling their curls as he’s greeted with a smug yet beaming smile “How about we go show babbo how well you did?”

“Yes! Babbo! Babbo look at my shoes!”

“No running-! Oh dear” Lucas chuckles, smiling fond as all the blobs in the house resumed chase after the bundle of energy, ready to catch his every trip and every stumble, allowing no serious harm

He could hardly protect him from every bump

But oh did he try

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“Why did you name me Bim actually? You-you chose the name Lucas for yourself papá, and that’s Italian just-just like you, babbo!”

“That’s because we found your name on your person stellina” Bruno says gently, both him and Lucas sharing a quick, furtive surprised glance at each, having not expected the question

Well, not now atleast

“And?”

“And?”

Brown eyes roll so hard it’s a wonder they didn’t fall out from behind Bim’s glasses, making Bruno snort despite himself, and Lucas gently tut through an amused grin

“We cannot read your mind stellina”

“Uh yes you can”

“But I won’t” Lucas reiterates, smiling wry as Bim huffs a little, yet he eases on the teases as he sees the restless energy return fast

“What do you wanna know about your name stella?”

“Well, why did you choose it? Why didn’t you pick another one like-like euhm-“ he stalls a little, thinking his question through as his parents waited patiently

He sighs “Why didn’t you choose one like yours babbo? Or like yours papá?”

“Do you mean, an Italian one?”

“Yeah”

Lucas and Bruno smile at each other, before Bruno pats the seat next to him, half hugging Bim as he took a deep breath

“Well, we tried to at first. In fact, we didn’t even know your name yet. But you didn’t like any name we gave you”

“Huh?”

“Yes” Bruno chuckles with a nod “We tried a few names, just a little to see if we all felt a connection to it. But, when we found your name on your old blankie in a little corner and called you your name, your face lit up” Bruno gestures with another chuckle “You gave one of your first giggles” he grins, gently poking Bim’s side as he tries to dodge and suppress his giggles, pushing at Bruno’s hands

“That’s not real!”

“I assure you we’re being completely honest” Lucas chuckles, pushing aside the paper he’d been reading “You’d already decided what your name was, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought about it! You, already knew” he grins, giving a slight tap on Bim’s chest with a smile

Bim looks down at his hands as Bruno and Lucas share another look, and Lucas gently takes his hand in his

“Do you like your name, stella?” He asks softly, watching Bim shrug

“I guess” he says, that lingering uncertainty still hanging in the air, of why his name wasn’t same as theirs

Why he wasn’t part of their connection

Lucas gently pats his hand “Bim. You are our son. Nostro figlio. No name, blood, or any magic will ever change that. Even if you wish to find and bond with your birth parents, or your birth family, you will always be in our hearts, and always be home here” he says softly

“We will have your pignoli, and your cristallo, and your abito viola-“

“Babbo”

Bruno chuckles softly, half hugging him as Bim huffs a bit in embarrassment

Oh the time when he’d proudly shown all his favorite stuff off without a hint of awareness

Time had flown

“Our point is, you are family to us, no matter what stellina”

“And” Lucas adds on to Bruno’s words, smiling soft as Bim looks up “You may choose any name you like, whenever you like, just like I did. Just like you did” he says softly, gently holding Bim’s shoulder, letting the words sink in

No matter what

He was their bambino

He was their stella