Artur

Artur is a young orphan from Russia adopted by Hermann and Newt a few years after moving to New Zealand. 
==Sukinshippu==
Written with shmoo92 for k-stansfield, who’s been drawing wonderful things for the AU and whose dream inspired this.
Sukinshippu (Japanese) : The intimacy, or closeness, between a parent and a child; generally used for bonding through physical contact such as holding hands, hugging, or parents washing their child at a bath.
pat-pat pat-pat pat-pat
You ease yourself onto your knees, wings flexing and flaring for balance.
pat-pat pat-pat pat-whumpf
Tiny arms wrap around your neck, tinier fingers clutch at your feathers.
“A nightmare, Ангел мой?”
Muffled sobs.
You hold your precious bundle closer, pressing the small life to your chest. Your wings cocoon you both in warm darkness. “You’re safe here.”
Da-du-Da-dum-Da-Dum-Da-dum Da-Da dum Da-Da dum Da-Da dum
“You’re safe, Ангел,” you repeat and press a kiss to the mop of sleep-mussed hair.
Da dum Da dum Da dum
Your little angel nods and and snuggles closer.
==Color Book: Pink==
(Originally posted here by puff22_2001 as part of "New Pages in Our Color Book.)
Red mixes with white and love mixes with pain.
Newt fumes, which is rare these days. He and Hermann fought for the first time in ages, and Newt feels both angry and guilty. The argument was pointless, but summer heat affects Newt’s temper more than he ever thought possible when he agreed to move to the tropics.
“Fuck me.” It’s their day off and they had plans—fun family plans!—but now Hermann’s brooding silently in their bedroom. Newt tries to cool off by washing dishes in the kitchen. Their picnic on the beach looks less and less likely and Newt doesn’t deal well with disappointment or shame.
Little hands grab him around the legs and nearly trip him. Newt looks down and smiles at his son. Their son! Just looking at the boy vaporizes most of Newt’s annoyance.
“‘Morning, Artur! Ready for the beach?” The small boy doesn’t look up but clings tighter, his skinny arms wrapped around Newt like a cuddly octopus.
“No fight папа.” Muffled though the voice is, Newt gets the gist of Artur’s broken English. His smile falters. He knows from his own short stint with two parents how hard a fight can be on a child.
“We’re fine, doll. Really. папа and I just had a . . . difference of opinion, is all.” Artur looks up and the tears in his dark eyes rip Newt to pieces. The poor kid is barely out of a terrible orphanage after losing both biological parents to the war. Now Newt is being a total asshole and freaking him out even more!
“Did папа ask you to talk to me?” Although he doubts Hermann sent their son to play peacemaker, he also doesn’t see Artur coming up with the idea on his own. From what little Bastien learned, the kid’s bio-parents were as happy as could be in poverty and war. He shouldn’t have a reason to fear marital strife.
“I didn’t. I assume he heard us shouting,” Hermann says as he walks into the room, his beautiful wings free in the heat. Newt’s concern for Artur distracted him from Hermann’s distinctive cane taps. Hermann’s lonely, sad face makes Newt’s guilt flare up even worse.
Hermann stiffly lowers himself to the floor using his wings for balance and carefully separates Artur from Newt’s legs. Freed, Newt wipes his hands on a dishtowel and sits with his husband and child. Artur immediately latches onto Hermann with an arm around his neck and grips Newt’s arm like a vise.
“Fight war, fear.” Artur breaks out in English before changing over to rapid-fire Russian. Newt can barely keep up, but Hermann’s face grows sadder by the second. When Artur slows and stops to catch a breath, Hermann translates for Newt.
“He’s worried about us fighting because it reminds him of the war and the camps. Violence was very common there.” Hermann strokes the child’s hair as he reaches for Newt’s hand. Newt seizes it and smiles back at Hermann. “He doesn’t want us to break up like so many families did during the war.”
“Tell him that Daddy is very sorry for being a big moron to папа and that we’re not going to break up.” Newt laughs suddenly and Artur looks up with hope in his eyes. “Not after almost fifteen years of fighting, at least.”
Hermann smiles back at his husband before speaking to Artur in his native tongue. Artur responds with enthusiasm and Newt catches only “apologize” and “wrong" in the chatter.
“Artur says you are a very good Daddy to apologize. I explained to him we were both wrong and that when we hurt people that we love, we should always say that we’re sorry.” Newt beams at Hermann, feeling his heart might burst.
Hermann is his husband! Artur is his son! He has a real family after thinking for so long that his mental illness and oddness and “wrongness” would keep him from such bliss. Even with their quarrels, he and Hermann are so happy. They have a life together and that means so much more than petty bullshit.
Newt squeezes Hermann’s hand and basks in the grin that blooms on his husband’s face. He strokes Artur's back with his free hand and similarly revels in Artur’s answering smile.
Newt musters his limited Russian to get it right. He has to explain in a way that both Artur and Hermann will understand. He loves them so much.
“This,” Newt says, tracing a line connecting his heart to Hermann’s, to Artur’s, and finally back to his own, “is so very pink.”
==Adoption==
“Oh god. What am I doing?” Newt whines.
“You’re walking to the agency’s office,” Tendo replies reasonably.
“Very funny, dude. I’m having an existential crisis and you’re making bad jokes.”
“It’ll work out fine.”
“It’s a kid! I have no idea how to deal with a kid!”
“No new parent does. You’ll figure it out. Besides, this one comes housebroken. Trust me, that’s a big bonus.”
“He’s not a puppy! Not that I’d know what to do with one of those, either. What the hell am I doing? I don’t even speak Russian! Hermann should be here instead. He’s the one with the kid magic. And Russian.”
“You know why you have to be the one, brother.”
Newt whines and starts to roll up the cuffs of his shirt.
Tendo clicks his tongue. 
Newt freezes and unfolds the sleeve. “How did we let The Bunny talk us into this?”
“Bastien didn’t talk you into anything. If anyone did, it was the kid.”
.
They stop outside the building’s front doors.
“Ready for this?”
“No.”
“What happened to fortune favoring the brave, dude?”
“I don’t think it applies when there’s a kid involved.”
Tendo rolls his eyes. “Well, c’mon. Don’t want to keep the kid waiting.”
.
“Doctor Geiszler. Doctor Gottlieb.”
“He wishes. Tendo Choi. Friend of the family.” 
“Hermann can’t travel. Medical condition.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. We don’t deal often with men like you.”
Newt bristles. “Excuse me?”
“Not many are willing to take in a boy of Artur’s age and history. It’s always babies or, for some reason lately, little girls.”
Newt flinches.
.
military short hair, baggy clothes, even smaller and skinnier than Newt expected, huge dark anime eyes.
Artur, Doctor Geiszler is here to take you home.
Hello, Doctor.
Hi, Artur. He ventures a sketchy wave. You don’t have to call me ‘Doctor.’ You can call me ‘Newt’ or … ‘Daddy.’ Whatever you like.
Hello, Daddy. He smiles shyly.
Tears bloom at the corners of his eye. Can I hug you?
The boy looks up at the matron with a question on his face. She babbles something Newt can’t follow.
Artur steps forward into Newt’s open arms and buries his face in Newt’s shoulder. Hey, sweetie. Welcome home, he murmurs.
.
The flight’s mostly empty. Artur dozes, curled up across two seats, with his head on Newt’s lap. Newt strokes the close-cropped hair.
Would you like something to drink, sir?
Uh, coffee?
Of course. Something for your son?
Newt chews his lip. Uh … lemonade?
She nods.
Could you … uh, leave the can? So it doesn’t spill before he wakes up?
Of course, sir.
And a blanket for him?
Certainly.
.
Tendo peers over the back of the seat. See? You’re a natural.
Newt blinks, glances down at Artur, and glances back up at Tendo. 
You should see your face, brother. You look like it’s Christmas morning.
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