AU with biro ace Fred and demiro pan Lee adopting twin girls?

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TW: Mentions of acephobia, arophobia, biphobia/panphobia, homophobia, racism

Some days Fred just wants to scream.

“But aren’t you asexual? I thought that meant you wouldn’t want kids…”

“Kids are pretty permanent. What if you two decide on an open relationship? That’ll confused and mess up the kids.”

“Do you really think it’s a good idea? Raising kids with no mother-figure. Or is one of you the mom?”

“Isn’t Lee aromantic? If he doesn’t love you, why would you have kids with him?”

“Don’t black fathers tend to be absent? Aren’t you worried about raising the twins on your own?”

When did his and Lee’s personal lives become everyone else’s business? And when did clearly ignorant and bigoted people start believing they could just open their mouths and spew whatever vomit poured out? It had been one thing dealing pureblood bigotry, which wasn’t aimed at him. It had been one thing dealing with others looking down on them because they were poor, because they had a big family, or because they weren’t Death Eaters/sympathizers. Those were aimed at his parents or things that he did.

It was a whole entire other beast when he was attacked for the core of who he was. It was exhausting. And as much as he wanted to follow Ginny’s advice (”hex them”), he wasn’t in school anymore and had to think about the consequences of hexing someone or even just challenging them to a duel.

Of course…

“Daddy, daddy! Daddy’s home!”

“Rough day, hun? C’mere, lemme massage those shoulders.”

“Lookit what I drawed! It’s you and dada and me and Prewett at the purple place. And there’s my pig puff!”

“You tell best stories, daddy.”

“Daddy, I wanna be Daddy when I’m big like you.”

“I’m glad you agreed to be my first kiss. I’m glad it turned into a surprising, whirlwind romance. I’m glad I found you.”

The wonderful things in his life far outweighed the terrible things. He knew that him being asexual didn’t mean he couldn’t want kids. Couldn’t love them. He knew that him being bi and Lee being pan didn’t mean they were more likely to cheat. He knew that they could even have a healthy, open relationship – if they wanted. He knew they didn’t. He knew kids needed loving, supportive parents and that gender didn’t matter. He knew that Lee loved him, knew Lee loved him before Lee loved him romantically. He knew Lee was a loving, devoted father who would never leave them.

Fred was reminded of the wonderful things every moment he spent with his family. And he’d walk through fire to keep the family he had.

~

Some days Lee just wants to give up and go back to bed.

“Aren’t you angry that Fred gets to work and you have to stay home with the kids?”

“Why would you subject children to your blatant sinning?”

“If you’re aromantic, then why did you get married?”

“Demiromantic? That’s not a thing. That’s just what everyone does.”

“So you never get to have sex? Wow, I’m sorry.”

Lee was used to the judgement, to people not respecting his privacy. But people pulled that crap in front of his kids, and that, Lee couldn’t deal with. It was a struggle some days. In Hogwarts, he hadn’t fought all that much. He was naturally very positive, and he used that to brush off the bad days, to take it in stride when a random student would reach out to feel his hair without asking, when he heard muttered slurs when he entered a room, when people got up to sit somewhere that he wasn’t near. It was hard, but he could almost press forward and pretend it hadn’t happened. He could laugh it off and cry privately later.

He couldn’t do that with his kids. Jordan and Prewett were only three and he was already trying to help give them methods to deal with strangers touching their hair. He was already taking them aside and helping to sort out their feelings when someone said something inappropriate or otherwise hateful about their dads. 

Of course…

“Dada, you okay? It’s okay to cry, you said. I cry with you, okay?”

“C’mere and tell me all about it, hm? And I’ll make dinner tonight.”

“Dada, hug time! Hug time!”

“You so funny, dada. I like when you make me laugh, it’s fun.”

“You’re the best Dada.”

“I’m so glad we finally tried dating. Mum was always telling us that your SO should be your best friend and that all good relationships are rooted in friendship. I always just thought she was being a sap. Until we got together, and I realized how true it was.”

The wonderful things in his life far outweighed the terrible things. He knew that being a stay-at-home dad (and occasionally hosting his radio show, which had turned into an awesomely sappy and semi-serious parenting show) was his choice and that he loved every moment of it. He knew him and Fred loved each other and that wouldn’t hurt the twins, whom they were both doting parents of. He knew he was arospec but could have gotten married regardless; marriage was a commitment, and he was committed to Fred. He knew demiromanticism was real and how he felt attraction was different than the choices some people specifically made. He knew that he was happy without sex, although sometimes Fred’s libido reared up and they indulged – and that was no one else’s business.

Lee was reminded of the wonderful things every moment he spent with his family. And he’d walk through fire to keep the family he had.

~

“Lee and Fred have written their own vows, which they would like to share with you now.”

George leaned forward to give Fred his ring as Angelina passed Lee his.

“Lee, I knew from the moment that you caught George and I sneaking around with a stinking, smoking knight’s helmet that was shouting insults at us and all you had to say was, ‘wicked, I’m in’ that we were really going to go places together. I didn’t realize then that going places included standing in front of our family and friends to declare our love to each other… But I couldn’t be happier about it. You’re the calm to my brashness. The big picture to my detailed focus. I love laughing with you, scheming with you, and dreaming with you. And Lee, the is the longest I’ve ever been serious, so I think you must know how much I care about you. I love you, Lee.”

Lee reached out to squeeze Fred’s hand, taking a moment to clear his throat before he spoke.

“Fred, I never admitted this but before you and George ran into me on the train, I was hiding myself away and already crying from homesickness. You ignoring my tears and making me laugh was amazing and set me up to have an amazing first year. In third year when I was panicking and trying to deny that I was pan, without even knowing what I was going through, you knew how I was feeling and calmed me down and made me feel better. When I realized I was demiromantic in fifth year, you and George were the only ones I felt safe coming out to – more than that, you were the only one I wanted to tell. And when I saw you in that hospital room when you nearly died, it felt like the world had dropped out from under me. Until you mumbled out that you couldn’t be dead because you knew we all couldn’t have all died and just let Moldy Voldy win like that because how disappointing. And the sound of your voice? The relief I felt when I knew you were alive? Fred, you make me live. You make me soar. And maybe this is an anticlimactic ending, but I love you, and I can’t wait to see where we go from here.”

And the two kissed as they slipped the other’s ring on, and they couldn’t even hear the cheering of their family from their elated passion.

~Hufflepuff Mod