A Child Of Wrym & Fae

Being reborn as a baby is often an odd thing. In the novels I had read, the babies would see a light at the end of a tunnel, then suddenly, they would see and hear the outside world like a fully developed adult. Sadly, that isn't true. A newborn's vision is pitifully underdeveloped, only being able to see everything in a blurry, monochrome world. Their ears are no exception either. Filled with water and membrane, and only barely functioning as much as a good ear.

That is why, when my mother, who was currently clutching me in her arms muttered something above my ear, I had entirely missed it.

I tried, if so pitifully, to look up and gaze upon my mother. Opening my eyes with as much strength I could muster, I observed my new maternal figure.

Albeit blurry and quite saturated, I could shape out her facial features. Angular cheeks, nose sharp and straight, soft lips ever so smiling, and those shining dazzling eyes that gazed into me with the look of longing, familial love, and ever so caring mother.

I have also noticed that her hair, way too long and pulled all the way up, was tied in a big and tall ponytail that has its ends flowing all the way down her back. I could not see what color it was, but it was light, and likely either blonde or white.

This was my new mother, Ivraine Wyrnson. One of the fairest and well renowned people throughout the lands, as well as the one and only wife of the number one pro-hero of the United Kingdom. His new father. Ofcourse, he would have only known this for the months to come, but still. It was quite the shock when he finally realized who his parents were.

Her mother began to speak again, yet I still couldn't interpret the words she had spoken. But if he could do so, he would have been perplexed on what her mother had spoken to him.

As she closed her eyes, it opened again with a white, unnatural glowing blaze.

"Seed of dragon, blood of fae. Fate unbound, and soul unconstrained. Life of victory, forged fire," she said, then closed her eyes, after a few seconds, she opened it again with a small loving smile.

"Such an exciting future you have, little dragon," she looked at me, then sighed longingly, "I'm afraid you would have to await for your father before you receive your name. He would be here in… three seconds," she said while looking at the door past the cleaning doctors.

Not a second more after her prediction, a huge, burly man barged into the operating room with but a sense of care, much to the doctors protests. The man bulldozed through the dozens of doctors making a pathetic attempt to push him back.

A warrior. It is the most accurate word I could describe this new person, which I could only assume was my father. He was tall, taller than I was in my previous life by at least one foot, making him seven foot tall. His musculature was also quite profound, with his blue skin tight bodysuit extenuating his defined muscles through his clothes.

This was Guilles Luther Wyrnson. UK's number one pro-hero; Gallant. Handsome, chiseled and strong. Lushious, golden hair with a tint of orange, his appearance was that of a regal, courageous and royal knight. His presence radiated power and authority, with his stature demanding those around him respect.

"Honey! I'm here!" The man, whose presence is that of a king, eagerly waved and ecstatically walked towards his wife. Shattering the publicly cultivated image his PR department developed of the badass knight to the doctors around him.

"Guilles, please calm down, you're going to make our son cry," the woman quietly muttered, still tending to her newborn son. The man put on some gloves that some doctors gave him and approached his family.

He gazed upon his newborn son, the result of nine months of love and care with his most beautiful wife. Small patches of yellow follicles that would grow up into beautiful golden hair. Sparkling sapphire obs, full of curiosity and movement as he looks around everywhere.

Guilles snaps his finger, attracting the gaze of his newborn. He smiles, "You will grow up as a handsome and strong lad, I can feel it. Ofcourse, not as handsome as me, but close enough," he said with a hearty chuckle.

Ivraine shot her husband a mirthful gaze, shook her head, then gazed back at the baby in her hands, "Don't listen to your father. You will definitely grow more handsome than this idiot. It is foreseen,"

Guilles made a mock act of hurt, as if her words dealt a physical blow to her heart, "My wife had betrayed her own husband, left me for another man… how could this be?" he cried in fake sadness.

Ivraine laughingly huffed, shaking her head in mirth and amusement, "Don't jest, I would never break our vows," she looked back at her newborn, and slightly frowned, "What should his name be? Have you any ideas?"

Guilles shook out of his act and now stood lovingly beside his family. Looming in a side embrace, "Ideas, yes. I have quite a lot of them, but I feel that you should name yours first," he said while pondering.

She looked at him, "You first. I need to think of good ones and recall some examples I've read from articles I've read online,"

He looked at her, then sighed, "Fine, but they might come off as quite brutish. Just pick which ones you like," he coughed, and spoke.

"Let's see… Calgar. Uriel. Cassius. Varro. Tirus. Claudius. Aradiel. Bellernon. Sanguinius. Mettiuttius. Kaldor. Armarun. Ortun. Cato. Malcador. Zhelsa. Paebor. Corvus. Lazamedes. Morael. Pertura—"

"You can't name your son with the names of your army comrades," his wife cut him off with a scornful tone, "A child's name is important, do not mess it up Luther,"

The man in question sighed, "Well fine, why don't you just name him yourself? I'm terrible at naming things you know, that's why you named all our three daughters yourselves. But he's a boy… I need to be the one to name him. I promise I will give him a good name, please?" he pleaded with his wife, an act that he often finds himself in the long time they have been together.

Ivraine glared and narrowed her eyes to her husband, but eventually sighed and acquiesced to his please, "Fine. I can't stand you acting like a wet and down mutt. Make this one count, Luther,"

Guilles practically squealed as he was given the privilege of naming his son. He asked his wife if he may hold their baby, with her only warning caution to handle him carefully and gently.

He lifted him high into the air, the lights of the operating lights overshadowing the babe's face, but not hiding his still sparkling and wide blue eyes. Guilles smiled and proudly declared.

"I, Guilles Luther Wrynson, shall name thee, Arthur. Arthur P. Wrynson," his voice boomed all around the room, full of regallity and authority like that of a king atop a mountain declaring his dominion over the land.

Ivraine clapped, "Such a perfect name. Son of the warrior king, one destined of great future and one of unmatched potential,"

It was such a glorious moment that the doctors around the room actually started clapping and cheering just due to the sheer awesomeness of the scene. A proud father carrying his newborn son in a pose straight out of the lion king. It was marvelous.

Meanwhile, the star of the moment, blind, deaf, and with no way to express his panic, he absolutely had no idea what the fuck was going on.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING! WHY AM I SO HIGH UP!? EVERYTHING IS SO FUZZY AND NAUSEATING AND MUTED AND AAAAAAAA! NEW MOMMY! DADDY! HELP!!!"

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It has been a year since I have been reborn in this world, and all i've got to say is it's fucking misserable.

After I was born, my mother and I spent half a month more in the hospital to rest and recover from the birthing procedure. Father visits us frequently too, always doting between the two of us in between and after his work, which I recently found out from my improving earring to be a professional hero.

Guilles Luther Wrynson, better known as Gallant, the UK's number one professional hero and national protector. One of the strongest heroes in Europe and a cultural icon representing unity and patriotism for the people of Britain.

His quirk, or just abilities as everyone calls it, is the ability to emit golden light around himself in a wave of shining waves. Any objects that the light touched, Gallant can telekinetically manipulate with his thought. I had learned that he had been doing this for the past twenty years and had experience in the last Metahumanic war in Europe, being the leading figure for the British forces.

He was literally capable of plucking entire blocks of skyscrapers like it was nothing, and being able to keep track of thousands of things simultaneously with no sweat. He wasn't the UK's best hero for nothing.

It would have been quite a shock, if it weren't for me being practically bed — cradle? — ridden and unable to do anything due to me being a newborn infant. Nothing to do but eat, shit, sleep, roll around, shit, and sleep. Like, what the hell am I supposed to do? If it weren't for my mother's stories and some music playing in the nursery wing, I would have been driven insane.

Speaking of my mother, she is a whole 'nother story. Ivraine Ynnari, is one scary momma. From what I'd heard from hearsay and gossip, as well as tales from father, mother is UK's most powerful precognitive. She is capable of seeing things weeks into the future just from the barest of glances, even seeing months into the future given enough information.

I have also heard some… rumors about her. She's a witch, a manipulator. A woman of high mystique, capable of bending the whills of men just with a single word. Some say that she used to be the spymistress of the war, single handedly strong-arming the war on intelligence fought in secret behind the frontlines of the war.

Currently, I was lying on my crib, just trying to fall myself to sleep for the fourth time today. I've quite observed that being reborn as a baby has quire re-written my personality and my habits. I don't know if I should feel great about that or be worried.

The room I was located in was newly built next to my parent's bedroom. Apparently, we were packed, being the family of the number one hero and all. It was decorated with the usual baby deco like the foam carpets, toys scattered about, and a large crib where I sleep. There are also some thin picket fences separating the room in half for the purpose of crawling, though that made me feel like I'm an animal or something.

Suddenly a high pitched and femenine voice piqued into the room, catching my attention, "Guin! Viv! C'mere! Let's go see Arty!"

Three girls, a pair of three year old kids, and a single six year old swiftly following behind them. The twins are wearing simple pink and purple dress skirts while the older sister wears a white and blue polo dress.

"Viv! Guin! Be careful around Arthur," The older sister chastised their sisters, "Mum's going to be mad again if you make our brother cry. Again,"

The older girl was my eldest sister, Vivianne . She had reddish orange hair styled in a long braid trailing down her back. She had deep burning greed eyes, with a clean and soft face and soft pink lips. She also had a small mark under her left eye that seemed to capture anyone's attention when looking at her.

"Oh come on Vivi! we just want to play with our little brother!" One of the twins pouted, feeling hastily indignant to play with her baby brother.

The twin who spoke was Morgaine. A petite girl with a left-side bun and long reddish blonde bangs on the right side of her face. Her small pink skirt was frilled at the bottom, and her light green eyed face was covered with light freckles.

"Oh yeah! Definitely! We'll play with Artybro like when momma plays with us together!" The other twin butted in as well.

This was Guinevere, the other twin sister of Morgaine. She is practically a mirror image of Moragine, with the only difference being that her bun is on her right-side and bangs on the left, her dress is also themed purple.

These three are my sisters, if you hadn't already known. They first met me after my mum returned from the hospital and presented me in front of them. They were, ofcourse, excited and quite happy to see me. Having a new member into the family, and being a little brother at that must be quite something they are looking forward to.

"Alright, fine. But you better not make a mess," Vivianne sighed, before she turned around, "Wait here for a minute. Don't do anything before I return with mum, okay?" she commanded, in which the twins just eagerly nodded.

As she left, the twins turned to me wide and in my opinion, eerie. Something within me goes suddenly cold. Pink dress wearing Morgaine approached my crib, followed by her twin. Now looming above me, they started to eagerly poke my soft, fat face.

A few minutes later, they were now squeezing my cheeks and making popping "o" sounds. Vivianne eventually returned with my mother, with mum walking regaly without wasting any movement, seemingly gliding over the floor with no effort. Trailing behind her was my oldest sister, trying her best to imitate the way my mother was walking, though it was imperfect and quite stiff. She could probably pull it off when she gets older.

As soon as they walked in, Vivianne immediately froze at the sight of her younger twin sisters squeezing my face. She then looked around for something, her eyes landed on a box of tissues and she picked it up.

"STOP SQUEEZING HIS FACE!" she yelled, then immediately threw the box to the twins. Meanwhile, I, as a baby, could only watch the flying box of tissues headed straight to the heads of my sisters.

And then, something miraculous happened.

Guinevere, who was looking at me, simply looked up and ducked forward while taking a step back, causing the box to miss her scalp by a hair's breadth. The box continued moving forward, now heading straight to Morgaine. But to my surprise, a thin, translucent looking thread suddenly materialized from the ground and shot all the way up to the ceiling, blocking the box with a quiet thwang.

I was shocked. This was the first time I have seen anyone use their ability to fight in front of me beside my mother, even father didn't use his powers around me. Mother and Vivianne didn't even seem phased by their blatant use of supernatural power, with the former only raising an eyebrow while the other only got more frustrated.

Morgaine and Guinevere quickly ran beside our mother, wrapping their arms around her casual velvet dress.

"Mummy! Mummy! Vivi threw a box at us!", "It almost hit me! That could have hurt!" The twins both complained to their mother with fake cries.

"Now now. While Vivianne shouldn't have done that, you two shouldn't touch your brother like that. He's still quite sensitive, and you shouldn't shout so loud near him as his hearing is still developing," Mother scolded the group, as she pulled the ears of each girl. They all looked downcast and misty eyed after that, getting your ears pinched and reprimanded by your mother must have been a blow to a child.

Mother turned to Vivianne , "Vivianne dear, have you finished the work I sent you for training your ability?" she asked.

Vivianne gingerly nodded, and answered, "Yes, mum. The questionnaires, logistics problems, and the stratagem questions are all done. I have confirmed that, the rate of the intelligence that I gain from my ability is indeed proportional to the difficulty of the problem presented,"

Mother nodded, "Very good. And how about you two?" She turned to address the twins, "How has the research on your abilities with your father gone?"

The two sisters immediately perked up when getting the attention of their mother, and answered enthusiastically, "Daddy taught us lots! My strings can go all the way to the roof of the house!" "Yeah! And yesterday he taught me how to fly with my air! Though it was only for a second,"

After they were done answering, Vivianne tilted her head and asked mum a question of her own, "But mother, could't you have already known by using your ability and peering into the future? Why would you ask us if you can just get your answer,"

And with that, mother sighed and stepped in for a wide embrace of the sisters, "My dear, dear Vivianne . Why would I do something like that and miss spending time with my precious family? Talking and bonding with you in person is infinitely better than just using my ability and knowith without being near any of you. That is like saying if I don't care for my daughters," she said solemnly with closed eyes.

Vivianne flushed in embarrassment and shame, but stayed silent. The twins got uncomfortable about the situation, not knowing what to say, but still hugging their mother tightly.

Just three weeks ago, my sisters started to show signs of manifesting their quirks or abilities. Morgaine found that out when multiple transparent lines or strings started popping out of her hands. Guinevere found hers when she suddenly manifested a small dust devil in her palm. The two of them were ecstatic after that and immediately began experimenting with their abilities. Vivianne already had her ability two years ago when she solved a problem that mum was trying to solve. She was shocked, of course, as her four year old daughter had just solved a complex mathematical problem without even thinking.

Vivianne 's ability is sort of similar to that of another character I've read about. Her ability is that she is smart, really smart, but it's conditional. Her intelligence would only emerge if she is presented with a problem, the intelligence she gains is proportional to the difficulty of the problem presented. Once she gains enough intelligence, her movements would become automatic and a subconscious personality would take over.

Meanwhile, Morgaine's ability is the ability to materialize and control strings. She can shoot out strings out of her body, mainly her palms, and control it using her mind. Her strings are also strong, while it is only as strong as plywood now, mother theorized that it would only get stronger in time. It is a versatile and useful ability if utilized correctly, she could use it to control things or people, and heal others by stitching them back.

Finally, Guinevere. Her ability is to control and sense air currents around her. It's not straight-out aerokinesis, as she only had coarse control over the air, and her strength over air is weaker than a traditional aerokinetic. Her weakness, however, is compensated by her sensitivity and range. Her senses are precise enough that she is basically hyper aware of her surroundings. Her range is even more astounding, with a range of a hundred meters and ever so increasing. Mother theorized that with enough practice, she would be able to manipulate the weather.

I still don't have my Number Man ability and Universal Savant ability yet. I had a guess that it may appear once my quirk/ability manifests, so maybe in like a year or two from now. Still, I cannot wait for the day I can finally stretch my legs. Being a fucking baby sucks ass.

As I was lost in my thoughts with some frustration, Mum turned back on me and reached down for me. I instinctively raised my hand and rested on her chest, my face landed smack dab in between her bosom.

"Girls, let's go head into the living room. I think your brother is starting to get quite famished," She said as she gently wrapped her hands around my back. I didn't even get flustered by it, as I was used to it from the last few months of my constant breastfeeding.

Still, there's still one thing I couldn't get out of my mind. During my first year as a newborn, it had given me a lot of things to reflect and think about. And there's something I had noticed about me. Something that made me quite uncomfortable, and something that made me feel uneasy.

Who was I?

While I still had memories of the shows, the books, and the movies I've consumed in my previous life. I have absolutely no recollection of my previous life. I still had some memories, ofcourse, like how I know what kind of wishes or "boons" I have asked from morgan freeman, but aside from that? No idea who I was. Don't even know what my previous name was.

Still, I viewed it as both a negative and a positive. Negative, as I have no recollection of my previous life and relationships. Positive, because my previous life's worth of experience wouldn't emotionally stunt the development of my new life.

'Sigh, This new life is going to be doozy, innit?' I thought in solemness.

Well, whatever. Existential problems are for future Arthur's to solve. Present Arthur is here to suck some Milf titties.

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[A/N: Arthur's family is based on multiple characters, with Guilles based on Guilliman, Big Papa Smurf and Uther Pendragon. Ivraine based on Yvraine, Big Tiddy Eldar GF and Igraine (King Arthur's Mother). Both are respectively drawn from Warhammer 40K and Arthurian Myth. Her sisters are based on things too, albeit randomly. Vivianne is based on Vivianne, the lady of the lake. Morgaine is based on Morgan Le Fay. And Guinevere is based on, well, Guinevere. All of which are based on Arthurian Myth. They are also based on Moirai (The Fates), but it's more like a reference than a homage.]

[Next chapter is when Arthur will get his powers, as well as when the plot will get rolling.]

[Just to say it now, MC's power (and perks) will appear once his quirk manifests, and the universe MC is in is a AU, you will see it soon.]