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digitalstowaway · 3 years ago

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I will not be accepting questions such as “How old is this baby?” Here’s my contribution to the Gavinners rpf potluck

It was an ordinary day for the Gavinners. Almost.

“Great practice today, guys!” Klavier said, tossing his long hair that was in a simple ponytail over his shoulder. “We should be able to get this album done soon.”

Daryan pulled off his guitar. “It’ll be our best album yet.”

They put down their instruments and began walking to lunch together. Klavier stopped all of them when he heard faint crying coming from outside.

“What’s that?” he asked.

He pushed open the emergency exit. Laying on the concrete was a baby wrapped in a blue blanket.

“A baby!” Klavier gasped.

He picked it up.

Daryan wrinkled his nose at it. “Get it somewhere else.”

“But where?” Klavier asked. “It doesn’t have any parents.”

“Does it have a tag?” Bongo asked.

Klavier pulled down its blanket. “No.”

“Can we take it to the police?” Bongo asked.

They looked at Daryan who rolled his eyes and took the baby in one hand. “Fine. I’ll take the stupid brat down to the station.”

He stormed off, baby under his arm.

“What’s his deal?” Bongo asked.

Klavier knew that something had to be up. Something deeper.

—

Daryan showed back up at the recording studio after lunch with the baby. It was still crying. He shoved it at Klavier. Klavier gently cradled it and it stopped crying immediately.

“The police won’t take him,” Daryan said.

“Why not?” Bongo asked.

“The parents died.”

“Oh.”

Klavier felt bad for the baby. So little and already without parents. An idea hit him.

“We’ll just have to be his parents!” he said.

“What?” Joe shrieked.

“We’ll raise him. He’ll go on tour with us, and we’ll teach him how to play guitar and sing.”

“Why can’t we teach him how to play keyboard?” Joe mumbled.

“Because no one cares about the keyboard,” Klavier said.

“Yeah,” the rest of the guys cheered.

“People care about keyboard! It’s the most important part of the band!” Joe stormed off.

“Well, what do we do about the baby? None of us know how to be parents,” Bongo said.

Klavier stood on top of an amp to give his dramatic speech. “All you need to do to be a good parent is love your child. Nothing else is that important. And I love our child.”

“I love our child, too,” Bongo said.

“Me three,” said Ricky.

Daryan stormed off again. Klavier watched him walk away.

“What should we name him?” Bongo asked.

“Hmmm… What about Obsidian?” Klavier suggested.

“That’s so cool!” Ricky said.

“Yeah,” Bongo agreed. “That is so cool.”

—

Klavier’s doorbell rang at 2 am. He tied his hair into a messy bun and grabbed Obsidian before trotting down the stairs of his mansion.

Daryan stood outside his door, wet. “Can I come in?”

Klavier let him in and gave him dry clothes to wear. He thought that Daryan looked very handsome in his clothes.

“I’m sorry I was angry earlier,” Daryan said, holding himself.

“It’s okay,” said Klavier.

He bounced Obsidian in his arms until he started crying. Daryan took him. He stopped crying.

“Why were you angry earlier?” Klavier asked.

Daryan looked into the black eyes of Obsidian. “It was hard to see you with a baby.”

“What do you mean, Daryan?”

Daryan sighed. “I like you, Klavier. I like like you. And I didn’t want to see you with someone else’s baby. But now that it’s our baby, it’s okay.”

“Oh.”

Klavier blushed. He liked Daryan, too. He liked having a baby with Daryan too.

“I like you, too, Daryan.”

“Good, Klavier.”

Daryan took Klavier in his arms. They kissed passionately for an hour before they went to bed. Klavier had never felt so nice before.

The next morning they woke up in the same bed and took Obsidian to the recording studio. Kristoph was waiting for them (AN: Kristoph is Klavier’s IRL brother, and if you didn’t know that already then you’re a poser!)

He crossed his arms. “Klavier, what are you doing?” he asked.

“We decided to adopt a baby we found outside. And Daryan andI are dating now.”

“You’re dating Daryan?” Kristoph said. “What about the girlfriend I got for you? You were supposed to marry her.”

“I didn’t like her,” Klavier yelled. “She was a bitch. And I’m gay. So get over it.”

Kristoph gasped and stormed out.

Two days later Klavier saw Kristoph again when they met for lunch at an expensive restaurant. Kristoph frowned at Obsidian, but Klavier ignored it. He sat his baby in a high chair and brushed his black hair out of his eyes.

“They don’t usually let babies here,” Kristoph said. “But I asked them to make an exception for you. Apparently, the owner is a big fan of yours.”

“Who isn’t?” Klavier asked with a shrug.

“And I knew you weren’t going to leave that brat at home.”

Klavier crossed his arms. He saw red. How could Kristoph be so mean to a little baby? (AN: I do NOT think Kristoph is a mean person irl he’s probably just as sweet ad Klavier!! But this is for the plot kay?)

“His name is Obsidian.”

“Obsidian. Fine.”

“If you’re not going to be kind to your nephew, then I don’t want you around him.”

Kristoph sighed. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What?”

“I’d like to see him more—”

“Oh, Kristoph!”

“I want to send him to a school where he’ll be away from your bad influences.”

“My ‘bad’ influences?”

“Babies shouldn’t be raised on tour buses. What are you going to do with a baby when you’re playing on stage?”

Klavier hadn’t thought about that. “We’ll hire a nanny.”

“What if he wants to go outside and play but you’re on the highway?”

“You can play inside a tour bus!”

“He’d be better off with me.”

“No!”

“Klavier, listen to yourself. You know nothing about kids. And your… boyfriend doesn’t either. What will become of this child if you let him grow up in a band?”

Klavier didn’t answer. He threw a couple hundred dollar bills on the table for the glass of wine he didn’t drink and took Obsidian, strapping him back into his stroller.

“Don’t talk to me ever again, Kristoph.”

And he left his big brother there, alone with only the complimentary breadsticks to keep him company.

—

A month later, the Gavinners were on their tour bus when a Nissan swerved in front of them and caused them to fly off the road. The bus tipped onto its side in the grass.

Klavier had been in the middle of playing a lullaby for Obsidian. But now he was pinned underneath the bus’s dining table, blood oozing into his eyes. He could hear Daryan yelling, but his vision was blurry. Everything hurt.

He could barely see Obsidian sitting in front of him, crying and reaching out for him.

Then, the world went black.

Klavier woke up three days later in a hospital bed with bandages over his bare chest. He blinked awake and looked to his side.

Kristoph sat next to his bed, cradling Obsidian in his arms.

“Kris—” Klavier began coughing.

Kristoph held water to his lips and encouraged him to take small sips.

“Is Obsidian okay?” Klavier asked.

“He’s fine. I’ve been… taking care of him.”

“Oh.”

“He’s kinda cute.”

“Isn’t he?”

Klavier tried sitting up. Kristoph pushed him back down. “You need to rest.”

“Can I at least hold Obsidian?”

Kristoph laid Obsidian in Klavier’s arms. He slept in his bundle of expensive blankets that Kristoph must have bought for him.

“Were you good for your Uncle Kristoph?” Klavier asked, pressing down on the little button nose. Klavier frowned. “Does this mean you’re going to take him away to a school? Because raising a child on a tour bus is too dangerous?”

“No.”

“No?”

“Not if it makes us fight. You could have died, and the last thing that we did was fight over Obsidian. I don’t want to fight anymore.”

“I don’t want to fight, either.”

Just then, Daryan walked into the room. “Klavier?”

He sat next to Klavier, running his fingers through his hair and then bent down to kiss Obsidian’s forehead. Then, he glared at Kristoph.

“What?” he snapped. “Is he here to take our kid away?”

“No.” Klavier laid a hand on Daryan’s arm. “He isn’t.”

“I don’t want to take Obsidian,” Kristoph said. “I want you to be happy.”

“Really?!”

“Really.”

“Oh, Daryan!” Klavier threw himself into Daryan’s arms. “We get to be a real family.”

Kristoph left them to be alone as a real family, promising to come back later with baby gifts. Klavier settled against Daryan, Obsidian in their arms.

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