II Agere Oneshots!

Attachments (Candle and Yin-Yang)

A/N: PS: I use they/them pronouns for Yin-Yang as they are two entities—though they do still share a face, body, and stuff like bibs.

Candle lays in her bed, looking at the ceiling, listening to the silence. She knows that she should be up, but, she enjoyed the peace—the quiet.

Though, she did miss her small ones, a whole lot.

She wonders how long it would take for them to get here, to come and get her out of bed, and so... she waited patiently, counting the seconds until they could make their presence known.

It takes about five minutes for the little ones to come rushing in—as expected, Yang comes first, parading their smiling face. He positions himself in charge as he runs over to the bed, and sits down, pulling her into a hug. Yin then takes control, choosing to lay down on top of the motherly figure. Candle lets out a soft chuckle at this.

And then, she remembers something.

"Alright, my dears," Candle whispers, quickly getting both of the children's attention. They look up at her with big eyes, the smaller entity tilting their head curiously.

"I may have to send you all to Ti-Ti and So's place, alright? Just for a little while."

Yin-Yang shot their head up at the mention of their babysitters—partly out of fear, and partly out of excitement.

"Mama? Why?" Yang questions, still clinging to the older woman.

Candle lets herself fall back against her headboard and covers her eyes, sighing heavily. "Well... Mama is going to be very busy today, and she needs someone to watch it today. And I thought you liked Paintbrush and Soap?"

Both Yang and Yin stare blankly at the woman—it is Yang who answers with a soft hum.

Candle smiles softly at the child, reaching out to ruffle their hair. "I understand, my dear. But I am afraid that I will have to leave you two with them for a bit. I promise I'll pick you up right when I'm done."

The duo pout, but understand what she means, nodding softly.

Candle kisses their cheek and whispers, "I love you both so much," before scooping the twins up in her arms.

Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

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"Yin-Yang! Time to wake up sweetie pies."

The boys yawned and stretched in their seats—suckling the pacifier that had been given to them by their mother.

Yang whined from his side as the two were unbuckled and carried out of the car. They both held onto their mother, burying their face in her hair as they were brought inside the hotel.

"Oh! Hi there!" A familiar object called—the voice sounding rather light... Soap?

Yin-Yang's eyes wandered up to Candle's face, curious as he wondered how they had already reached their destination.

It seemed that the other had noticed too, for the woman reached down and squeezed their hand before setting them down on the ground. The little one watched as another object approached, Paintbrush, they smiled brightly.

The paintbrush's eyes met with the younger one, making Yin-Yang giggle.

"So you two just woke up from a nap, hm?" They asked, glancing between the two toddler's eyes. They nodded, watching as the other set their hands down by their sides. Their fingers curled slightly, trying to reach out to them. Yin-Yang crawled over to them, finally resting in their arms.