[Comprehensive] Chaoying raises the Dark Lord

"Tom, we have to try to be nice, caring classmates, we can't—" Tony looked like he was about to throw up, "God, ten years ago, I sure didn't think that one day I would use my dad's Speak with your mouth."

"Why be nice and sweet? I tried it, but it didn't work out well," said Tom Jr. "I think being kind and sweet is a completely unnecessary human quality."

Tony glared at him.

"Are you really five? Can a five year old say things like 'human qualities'?"

"Four is almost five, Daddy." Little Tom answered immediately, "They say my birthday is December 31st, and it's almost here!"

"We can have a party at home, invite—or not, depending on what you mean, Tom and I will buy you a lot of birthday presents, what do you want?" Halfway through the conversation, Tony reacted, "No No no, let's talk about the birthday thing later, the problem now is that you hit people casually."

Little Tom, who failed to change the subject, drooped his head: "Okay, what else do you want to say?"

"Just—open your heart." Tony spat at the words he said while recalling the concept of parenting that he had glanced at in a corner, "Try to accept your friends, and apologize to White , don’t hit people casually - if someone really doesn’t mess with you. But if someone bullies you, such as calling you a random nickname, trying to steal your pocket money, or hitting you and harassing you if you have nothing to do, don’t be polite. Punch him on the nose with your fist, give him an uppercut to the jaw, kick him in the balls with your knee—”

Tom couldn't help but interrupted: "Mr. Stark, he is a wizard, a spell can solve the problem, there is no need to be so - obscene, at most one Avada Kedavra can solve all problems."

Tony continued to educate little Tom: "Of course, you can't kill people casually. Everyone's life is precious."

"The life of a wizard is precious," said Tom.

"Nonono," Tony said, wagging his finger at little Tom, "you're both wizards, but I'm a Muggle, Tom, tell me, is Daddy's life precious?"

Little Tom nodded: "Precious."

"So the life of a Muggle is also precious." Tony made his concluding statement.

Turning his head to meet Tom's slightly dazed expression, Tony blinked one side of his eye at him and said, "This is a successful child education."

Tom was still unhappy.It is true that Tony is a Muggle, but he is not an ordinary Muggle, like Peter, Diana, Thor, and Loki, they are not ordinary people either, they are either physically mutated, or they are not earthlings at all, even more exaggerated, Still a god.

He still felt that ordinary Muggles were like ants, nothing special to cherish.

What does their life have to do with themselves?

In the blink of an eye, more than three months passed, and the last day of [-] was Tom's fifth birthday.

They had lived in the Muggle world of London for nearly half a year, and little Tom hadn't caused any trouble in his boxing class, and it was said that he and White were still very good friends now.

The amazing thing is that even though Tom and Tony are two people who have no similarities or ideas from head to toe, the two of them have never had an argument.In their cohabitation life, they are like two jigsaw puzzles with strange shapes but matching unexpectedly, they get along gently and casually.

——Of course Tom didn't realize that this was the result of Tony's compromise with him in everything, of course, except for the education of little Tom.The older man had enough relationship experience, and enough love for the boy, that he didn't mind letting his growing boy enjoy more indulgence.

They held a small party at home, invited no one, but invited a chef to cook a big meal, and bought little Tom a huge cream cake, which was enough to make him eat in the cold December weather. Three people eat for three days.Both Tom and Little Tom have a sweet tooth, and they've both put on a lot of weight in London's unrestrained lives.

"Kids can't drink, especially the two of you, five and sixteen - no, don't even think about it."

Tony drank the vodka in the glass in one gulp, and shook his finger at the two boys, one big and one small.

"Wait, wait!" Little Tom said loudly, "I am five years old, Tom is 16 years old, sixteen minus five equals eleven, did Tom give birth to me at eleven? Tom is amazing!"

Tom: "..."

I didn't expect Little Tom to think of Tony in this regard: "..."

Tom gritted his teeth and stared at Tony: "No, Mr. Stark was wrong. I'm already 26 years old."

Tony nodded quickly.

"So I can drink vodka," followed Tom.

Tony: "...yes, you can."

"Then Tom was 21 years old when I was born." Little Tom wrung his fingers and asked Tony, "Daddy, how old are you?"

Tony didn't change his face: "Me."

Tom couldn't help scolding: "This is too thick-skinned!"

"I have a heart." Tony poured a little vodka for Tom, thought for a while, added some milk and some ice cubes, "This way you will like it better."

Tony has never missed his own taste. Tom picked up the glass and took a sip under the curious eyes of little Tom.

...and spray it all over Tony's face.

Little Tom laughed, and Tony wiped his face wordlessly: "I told you not to drink it."

The stimulation of the strong alcohol still remained in his mouth. Tom sucked in his breath and stuck out his tongue. Although he couldn't get used to the drink he tried for the first time, he still stretched out a hand to prevent Tony from taking his glass away: "Don't take it away! It, I can do it!"

"Come on Tom!" Little Tom cheered beside him.

This time Tom learned his lesson, instead of taking a sip directly, he tried to touch the liquid in the glass with his lips first, and then licked his own lips.

The tip of his pink tongue licked his upper lip, coupled with Tom's serious expression, Tony's Adam's apple rolled up and down, out of sight.

Tom is drunk.

The boy who has never been in contact with alcoholic beverages and has just grown up tried hard drinks like vodka for the first time. Although he only took a few sips, Tom's exposed skin was still stained red, and he was in a daze. He stood up The moment shook and fell directly into Tony's arms.

Tony took the opportunity to kiss him on the forehead.

"What happened to Tom?" Little Tom asked curiously, "Why is he turning pink?"

Touching Tom's hand, little Tom exclaimed, "It's hot! Is he sick?"

"No, this is called drunkenness." Tony said, half-supporting and half-embracing Tom into the room. Unexpectedly, when he went upstairs, Tom was unwilling for some reason, and shook his hand vigorously: "I Can- Fuck!"

Tony said loudly: "Language!"

Tom hit Tony's reactor with his hand, and put his head on his chest angrily and dissatisfied, staring at the glowing reactor, but felt it was too dazzling, so he put his ear on it instead.

"Did you plant a murder weapon in your chest? Specifically against me?"

It really came from the sky, Tony said innocently: "This is not a murder weapon! You put it on yourself!"

Tom said gloomyly: "Is it all my fault for saying that?"

Tony: "...I don't mean that. It's not your fault, it's all his fault. Get out of the way, and I'll beat him up."

Not only did Tom not give in, but he put his ear closer and murmured, "I can hear your heartbeat."

Tony couldn't help laughing: "Is it an accident? I'm also a living person with a heartbeat."

He patted little Tom on the head, as if he was afraid of waking Tom from this dazed state, and whispered: "It's time to go back to sleep. I'll send Tom back to the room, good night baby."

Little Tom nodded obediently. He always took good care of himself. He consciously went to wash up and ran back to his room to lie down.

It took Tony half his life to wash Tom's face and brush his teeth. The drunk Tom was unwilling to cooperate with anything. When Tony brought the towel over, he turned his head to avoid it. Tony managed to coax him to open his mouth and put it in. Toothbrush, Tom bit the toothbrush hard again, as if competing with Tony, and didn't let go.

In the end, Tony had to stir Tom's mouth with a toothbrush symbolically, and comforted himself that children would not get tooth decay just because they didn't brush their teeth once.

Fortunately, Tom was still quiet when he was silent, and he didn't try to wake up the whole street of neighbors by singing loudly.After finally bringing him back to the bedroom, Tony felt relieved when he closed the door.

He is a middle-aged and elderly man in his 40s, so tossing around like this is not good for his waist.

He put Tom on the bed. Unexpectedly, Tom hooked his neck and brought him down. The two of them fell on the soft bed together. Tom almost sank into it, and Tony let out a muffled groan.

Tony struggled to get up, trying to ignore the hot body temperature and soft skin on the boy below him.

"Why do you say I'm your boyfriend?" Tom asked with a smile.

"Because I love you, baby," Tony said, no longer trying to get out, but looking into Tom's eyes.

"what is love?"

"Love is..." Tony thought for a moment, and replied in a completely bewildering manner, "You are in my past, and I am in your future."

"I don't understand." Tom shook his head and smiled again.

"I watched those movies with Peter, you should kiss me."

Tony didn't speak any more, and pressed his lips against the boy's.

Alcohol mixed with faint milky taste, plus Tom's own taste, the emotion that can't be hidden in the heart is like the rapidly expanding bubbles rising from the bottom of the beer. Tony found his boy from countless time points where the future and the past are intertwined, Hold him tight, as if then they will become one.

After a long time, the two lips finally parted. Tom's breathing was slightly rapid, and he stared at Tony.

"Then we should sleep together," he said.

"We sleep together every day." Tony laughed, rubbing his head.