Story [War and Peace] Of Monsters Under The Bed (Father-son fic. Fluff. Post-book exc. epilogue.)

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  1. Alley_Skywalker Force Ghost

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    Title: Of Monsters Under The Bed
    Author: Alley_Skywalker
    Genre: family!fic, fluff, (amateur attempts at) humor
    Timeframe: Post-main book, pre-epilogue (about 1818)
    Characters: Theodore Dolokhov, Anatole Dolokhov (OC)
    Summary: Theodore has to deal with his six-year-old son's fear of a monster under his bed.
    Notes: Written on a whim at 2 am. Indirectly inspired by Daughtry's "September."







    ?Papa??

    I look up from the obnoxiously large stack of papers, that I had promised myself I would finish going through tonight, to encounter the slightly timid, grey eyes of my young son. He stands in the doorway of my study in his nightgown, clutching a stuffed bear against his chest. ?Anatole, what are you doing out of bed??

    ?I?m scared, Papa.?

    Oh, God, what was it this time? God knows I wasn?t meant to raise a child. ?Scared of what? Anatole, Madame??

    ?Madame Blanc doesn?t believe me! She says I?m making it all up.? The boy pouts adorably and I can?t help but think of how much he looks like his mother and uncle. Sometimes I really wish the boy would listen to his governess just a little more. He doesn?t care much for her though, I suspect. Perhaps I shouldn?t have considered her attractiveness as one of the criteria on which I hired her ? I think that might have blurred the overall picture.

    ?Alright, alright. What are you scared of??

    ?The monster under my bed.? Anatole sticks his bottom lip out in a pout. I almost laugh.

    ?A monster under your bed??

    Anatole nods eagerly. ?Mm-hhmm.?

    He looks serious and seriously upset. Maybe I should give the boy a break; he?s only six after all. ?Anatole, come here.? I beckon him over and manage to feel guilty when he dashes over to me and climbs onto my lap, obviously looking for protection and comfort. I put my arms around him and he drops his head to my shoulder, burring his face in the side of my neck. The wave of warmth and tenderness I feel every time I hold him still takes me by surprise even after all these years. ?Anatole,? I say quietly, playing with the silky strands of his strawberry-blond hair. ?Why do you think there?s a monster under your bed??

    He seems to think about it, chewing on his lower lip in the process. Horrible habit, I?ll have to point it out to Madame Blanc so she can rid him of it. ?Well?Eugene said that there are monsters under the beds of children who eat too many sweets and-and I like sweets.? Anatole sniffs pathetically into my shoulder. I restrain a sigh of exasperation. I bet this conversation took place during dinner and the question arose who should get the last piece of apple pie. My godson isn?t even eight yet and he?s already causing trouble. Not unlike his father, I must add.

    ?Anatole, what have I told you about believing everything Eugene tells you??

    ?Not to?? Anatole looks up, a sheepish expression on his face.

    ?Right.?

    ?But Eugene?s older and he said?I thought he?d know. I mean?oh.? I could practically see the wheels turning in the boy?s head as he tried to put everything together. ?But then there are those sounds in the room at night?? Anatole sounds a little less certain, but he still has a death grip on the bear and my shirt.

    ?That?s probably Madame Blanc snoring in the next room.? Anatole giggles ? shameless little brat ? and seems to relax just a little. ?Anatole, do you really think that if I thought there might be a monster under your bed I would leave you to sleep there or wouldn?t get rid of the monster first??

    ?Well?no.? He?s chewing on his lip again, thinking hard. ?But what if you didn?t know about it??

    ?Oh, I don?t know, but Eugene does?? I raise my eyebrows at him in askance.

    Anatole buries his head into my shoulder again, his ears turning read. ?That?s not what I meant!? He looks up after a minute or so, still a little pink, and gives me a serious look. ?So there are no monsters under my bed??

    ?No.?

    ?Or in my room.?

    ?None.?

    ?Are you SURE??

    ?Yes, Anatole, I am quite certain. The only place monsters live is in books and legends. So there can not possibly be any mon
  2. Valiowk Chosen One

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    Apr 23, 2000
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    Such a lovely fluff!fic, Alley! Of course, this could be a description of the interaction between many fathers and sons, but it was still lovely to imagine Theodore Dolokhov and his son in such a situation.

    Oh, the innocence of childhood... O:)
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