Authors note: I am glad that you all are enjoying the fic. The next chap or two will be some shots from Harry's childhood.
Warnings: Slash, het, femslash, threesome, twincest, threesome, moresome, cross dressing. There won't be any big details sex-wise as I will be keeping to the guidelines of the site.
Pairings: Grell/?, HP (when he's way older)/?, (more pairings later).
Little Red
Chapter 2: His Shinigami, the Parent.
"Margret, I can't take it anymore! I must have you!"
A large sultry man with a sweating chest and eye patch, with messy curly hair grabbed the pixyish blond women by the arms, slamming her against said sweaty chest, squashing large pert breasts against rock hard abs.
"But Nero, I can't! I just can't!" the woman sobs, "I am to marry your father!" she struggles futile in the man's arms.
His grip tightens and he growls "I can't let you make the biggest mistake of your life, my life! He's just in it for your money! I am yours because I love you for you!"
The women sobs, struggles becoming weak until she leans against him.
"But…but I am pregnant with his baby!"
"It's not his, it was mine all along."
"What!? But…but that night at the rotunda, I got drunk, it was dark but…"
"Yes, it was me, but I was too much of a coward to admit it, since I was dating your sister, but since she was cheating on me with that Mad Doctor, Rachael, I have since realize that there is nothing in this world that matters to me anymore then you and our baby."
"Oh Nero!..."
"Oh Nero!" Grell sobbed, a red velvet hanky dotting at his eyes as he finally turned off the TV, sniffling, it was only a year ago when I was hating you for cheating on Margret's sister, oh I could eat your skin, you scrumptious man you!" Grell let out a toothsome smile before turning off the T.V, making a mental note to show the taped episode later that evening for his son's nightly bedtime story just as the door opened to his bedroom.
A streak of wild raven curls, laughing large green emerald eyes and snow white skin leaped onto Grell's Egyption ruby silk sheets and crimson Arcumantula silk comforters filled with Augury down.
"Mama! Mama! Guess what day it is today Mama!" the little boy yipped happily, wiggling with delight on his mama's lap, practically vibrating with excitement.
Grell smiled at his little one. It was hard to believe that it was only 4 years ago that his little bundle of joy had come into his world!
Being a mother was certainly a lot of work to! He often ahd to balance his work as a shinigami with being a single parent (oh woe is him! Still not finding the right hubby out there!) but Hadrian had been his little pride and joy, his beautiful child, who would grow to be as beautiful as him someday, what with those little raven curls and those big eyes that had long ago fully become veteran to the puppy eyed look, quivering bow lips and all.
He liked to think that Hadrian had had his eyes and complextion and beauty. He had long since nearly forgotten that he had found the boy on a stoop, ready to be reaped.
Oh well.
"And what is so special about today my little hell's spawn?" Grell cooed, grinning and attacking the boy with tickles, making the boy shriek with giggles.
"It's my birthday today mama!" the boy finally reminded his absentminded parent scolding, pouting slightly after collapsing from the ticklefest.
"that's right!" Grell gasped in mock shock, lifting his delighted son in the air and began swirling him around in a parody of a dance, "my little man is turning 5 today! Why, we have to do something special for such a big boy today!"
The happy little boy was sat down in front of his mother's rather mind boggling (for anyone outside of the family anyway) vanity, with large mirror that displayed Grell's many perfections at multiple angles and the polished red mahogany top covered in various colourful bottles, brushes, combs and other paraphernalia.
Hadrian got comfortable, watching his parent in fascination, as he always did, while his mother combed, powdered, glittered, shadowed, and shined this and that.
Grell had decided on an updue with two single braids on either side with a simple, though fabulous outfit of silk white peasent shirt, crimson vest and maroon cotton bell bottoms with gold chains encrusted with rubies drapped along his narrow hips, and crimson open toed platforms showing off his latest petacure of each perfectly proportioned toe.
"Well, my little love wher shall we go first?"
"the salon! The salon!" the boy piped excitedly, "and then can we goto Harrods? Oh! Oh! and then visit uncle Undertaker?he said that he has a special present for me and…."
Grell felt a tear come to his eye. His little boy wanted to get to go to the salon and buy new cloths, he was so proud!
"as my little death prince wishes, so shall it be!"
In a flurry of red silk and tiny shoes, he had his little Hadrian already for their big day, with the little boy looking adorable in a wine red jumper, charcoal shorts, and shiny buckle shoes with his wild hair pulled up into two cute pigtails with red velvet bows.
And off they left Grell's luxurious beach front flat he had acquired after he had become a parent, knowing that other realm homes wouldn't be the best environment for his little one until he was much older.
Really, the higher echelon's in the shinigami organization were rather harsh at first, when he requested maternity leave, but after showing off his little bundle of joy proudly, they had suddenly changed their minds, but had insisted that the boy be reared in the mortal realm. The council could be so backwards sometimes! It wasn't like his little Hadrian was an ordinary mortal after all, he was his son, and that made him leagues above mere mortals, or those other immortal creatures out there!
He was a Surcliffe, and all Surcliffes were special.
Besides, it was only a matter of time that he dealt with his child's mortal handicap, then he would be perfection incarnate, just like his mama.
Ooo ooo ooo
2 years later…
"Mama! Mama! Guest what?"
Grell paused in his polishing of his favorite chainsaw scythe as he turned to 7 year old Hadrian.
Grell's hair was in curlers and his face wore a mud mask.
His son, who had just been dropped off by Landora Miguel, an old opera singer who had retired with her fourth husband and seven champion chihuahuas and often took Hadrian to mortal school (the council had insisted that if Grell was going to rear a mortal, he should at least make sure he was properly educated) was holding out a tiny ball of rusty red feathery fluff.
Big watery dark chocolate eyes stared up at Grell, matching the big green eyes of his son.
"What did I say about asking before bring home strange things?" Grell scolded sternly.
His son hung his head and toed the angora shag carpet contritely.
"I'm sorry mama, but when Marmalade had more puppies then Mrs. Miguel expected, she said I could have one as a belated birthday gift, since she missed mine last month when she was in Cancoon with Mr. Gary…"
"That's husband number 3 Hadrian, husband four is Mr. Morton," Grell corrected stiffly.
"I really am sorry, I'll remember next time, I promise" the little boy sniffed.
Seeing that his boy had been responsibly chastened, Grell's severe expression melted away to be replaced by a delighted squeal.
The ball of fluff suddenly disappeared from Hadrian's hands and was hugged to Grells Magenta nightie. The pup let out a strangled yip as Grell twirled around in paraxoms of gaiety.
"Oh he's such a darling! Of course we'll keep him!"
"I thought I would name him Sebastian," the boy happily added, "I like your stories of the butler demon."
Grell felt his heart swell and his bottom lip tremble, then pulled his patient son into his arm, twirling him along with the rather traumatized canine by this point "oh my little Harrichan! I have the most perfect boy in the world."
Hadrian merely laughed delightedly, hugging his mama around the neck.
Ooo ooo oooo
