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t3kandson · 1 year

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Baby Mama

Word count; 4,806

Fandom; A.C.E.

Pairing; Reader X Kim Byeongkwan, Reader X Kim Sehyoon & Kim Sehyoon X Kim Byeongkwan.

Warnings; Surrogacy, Oral (Giving & Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Breeding and Cum play.

Notes; Happy Birthday to my ult Sehni 💜😘

“Pardon,” you splutter, letting the fluid of your drink fall upon the table. “You heard don’t make him say it again,” your best friend Byeongkwan scoffs. “No seriously I didn’t, you wouldn’t believe what my dumb mind translated it as,” you said more calmer as Byeongkwan dead panned your way. “We want you to have our baby,” Sehyoon repeated, his face burning red blushing. “Okay no I really did hear it the first time,” you said in shock looking between the pair who had been lovers for six years. “You can close your mouth your not catching flies, just damn answer us with your reply,” Byeongkwan snapped knowing how hard it had been for Sehyoon to say those words. “Well it’s not a simple request Kwannie,” you snap back before looking at Sehyoon more softly. “So you want me to carry your baby?” you asked calmly despite your body not feeling as such. “Yes you already know this,” Byeongkwan said frustrated that you needed to confirm. “It’s ok babe, the fact she’s asking questions is good,” Sehyoon said pressing his hand on his lovers thighs. “So I would be a surrogate?” You question once more as if there was any other option, you knew this was a dumb question. “You get to be what ever you want, as long as we become parents,” Sehyoon added as you tilted your head at him confused. “A mum, a aunt or just a egg donor,” Sehyoon confirmed as if he understood your confusion. “So who will be the dad?” You asked perching on your seat in need of answers for the request they sought. “Both of us,” he added calmly before looking to Byeongkwan with love and adoration. “The biological dad I meant,” you added as Sehyoon smiled. “Preferably you would have both our sperm, and we don’t want to know who’s the dad,” Byeongkwan added as your eyes fell on his eager pleading face.

You couldn’t imagine him a father but then you couldn’t imagine him as a fiancée. Now Sehyoon, he was calm collective and you would know he would be the most doting father ever. You knew this was more of what he desired and Byeongkwan clearly felt you was the most trusted to give them what they sought. “So if I decide to be an Aunt?” you ask looking between them. “Then the relationship we have now is the relationship we have, our best friend who gifted us the most precious gift,” Byeongkwan said all soppy that you couldn’t help but smile heavily his way. “And if I want to be a mum?” You question as he looks to Sehyoon with slight concern. “Then we bring that baby up together, the three of us equally,” he said with confidence. “We would live together in a better house obviously,” Byeongkwan added with excitement. “We would work, you would raise our baby just as if we was normal parents,” Sehyoon added almost dreamily. “Y/N we’ve been best friends for years I trust you not to have our baby and run. To either be an aunt and watch me and Sehyoon. Or be part of our family co parenting as a parent of three,” Byeongkwan said softly. “What about if I want to go to work, I have a career you know,” you scoff as Byeongkwan laughed at your failed attempt at journalism. Sehyoon shot him a look to calm his sniggers as you raised an eyebrow his way. “Yes Y/N if you wanted to go to work we would support you, we would work around you. One beauty of having three parents,” Sehyoon smiled as if you bringing the baby up was something he equally dreamed about. “What if I say yes to being an aunt now and then when the baby’s born be a mum,” you asked intrigued. “Well obviously their would have to be a cut off date but again that is fine,” Sehyoon added as if he had an answer for any outcome. “What if I decided to have a relationship and move away with our child,” you said watching them wince as Byeongkwan growled your direction like a dog. “Y/N now your being a bitch, one I said you wouldn’t be like,” Byeongkwan bit your way as you smirked back. “It’s ok She’s being rational thinking of every outcome, I wish you would do that more often,” Sehyoon scolded him as you poked your tongue his way like an immature child. “Really,” Sehyoon said catching you in the act with a raised eyebrow at your immature behaviour. “Well I won’t lie that sounds really painful but one of us would be the legal father they have legal rights. But if you decided to have a relationship and that person didn’t feel comfortable sharing a house with us. Then I trust you enough to know that our child would need the four of us equally,” Sehyoon added as Byeongkwan looked in pain with the picture he painted. “It’s just a scenario I painted that’s all,” you smiled warmly at Byeongkwan to comfort his mind.

“I know I trust you, just it’s still an ugly painting you drew,” Byeongkwan pouted as Sehyoon kissed his bottom lip. “Ok I’m down with being Aunt for now, but I need more time before I can think of being a mum and co-parenting with you two,” you said looking at them as Byeongkwan gleamed with excitement.

“Why are you not happy she just said yes,” he said pushing him gently on the shoulders. “Because we haven’t told her the other part,” Sehyoon glared at him. “Oh that, she’ll be fine,” Byeongkwan chuckled as you looked at them confused. “Ok you ready to really see him blush,” Byeongkwan laughed harder as Sehyoon glared his way. “Sehyoon can’t cum unless he has a warm hole to fill,” Byeongkwan sniggered as Sehyoon’s jaw tensed his lovers way. “That’s sweet, there’s nothing to be embarrassed Sehni,” you said holding your laughter aside as he blushed even more red then you thought possible. “Your pretty calm for what that means,” Sehyoon said looking as if he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. “I don’t get it,” you chuckled as Byeongkwan deadpanned your way. “I never imagined you this dense,” Byeongkwan said rolling his head. “Huh?” You asked confused as your mind swifts to the possibilities of what they could mean. “Sehyoon needs to have sex to ejaculate,” Byeongkwan groaned out as you stifled a chuckle. “Sorry I didn’t mean to laugh,” you panicked hands up Sehyoon’s way. It suddenly dawned on you that you had to physically have sex with him. “Wait what we have to,” you gasped pointing your finger between you both. “Yes, but we’re do it what ever way your comfortable with,” Sehyoon attempted to reassure you. “But your my best friends lover,” you gasped looking at Byeongkwan horrified with what was being put out to you. “Y/N try not to over think, it’s just sex, he can be there or not or hey even with us, just what ever your comfortable with,” Sehyoon added leaning to place his hand on your thigh. The image of having sex with your best friend was just as disturbing as doing it with his lover. You leapt off the sofa startling them both as you made your way to the window. Looking down at the street below you wondered how many was having the most unusual day. “Look it’s only an idea, if it’s too much for you we can forget it and go back to pretending we never asked,” Sehyoon said Shakely. You could hear the sadness in his voice that it hurt deep in your stomach.

Byeongkwan had been your best friend since you was toddlers. You had kept his sexuality a secret helping him to meet others so that he could find love. Even covering for him in the early days of his relationship with Sehyoon to his family. It wasn’t like you was scared to be romantic with Sehyoon, you had first fancied the pants off him when you first met him. Even flirting at the bar before realising he was your best friends partner. The emotions hidden deep down and locked away, but this request was threatening to open it back up. As for Byeongkwan could you be happy with him watching this intimate moment, touch him like lovers even. You wasn’t in denial he was really beautiful, his eyes just so heart stealing. His abs was so delightful you had often had your breath hitched away exploring during his regular moments of showing them off. But what if after the deed was done would it change things between you all.

“It’s ok Babe, we’re find someone else it’s too much for Y/N,” Byeongkwan coos at his lover as you turned to face them both. “I’m not saying no,” you shot out not sure why you was considering this idea further. “Just having you know sex with you both, it’s scary,” you confirmed as Byeongkwan spat out in laughter. “Scary, you ain’t no virgin, you know I’ve heard through those thin walls of yours,” Byeongkwan sniggered heavily as you looked at Sehyoon. “I think she’s scared because your her best friend,” Sehyoon added as Byeongkwan fell into silence. “Your scared of having sex with me,” Byeongkwan said between amused and confused. “Not the deed, your a whiny bitch from those thin walls,” you added sarcastically. “The after effects, our friendship. Like you happy with watching your man fuck me?” you winced hating the words as they fell. It laced betrayal in itself alone. “You think I will get jealous,” Byeongkwan scoffed almost offended. “As if you can offer what I can,” he said clicking his fingers dripping in sass. “That’s why we should all have sex, limits insecurity on all part,” Sehyoon added into the mix. “Fine, I’m in, on the deal you both promise me I won’t lose you, any of you over this,” you said your heart hammering bravely in your chest. “Deal, on the deal you don’t take our baby away from us, nothing will ever stop us three being some sort of amigos,” Byeongkwan added with cheesiness. “Never, we’re a family of four,” you smiled nervously as both there head tilts. “Wait you said Aunty earlier, you want to co parent with us?” Byeongkwan said with excitement which surprised you. “Why not,” you smiled at Sehyoon as Byeongkwan threw his arms around you excited.

“So how do we do this now then?” Byeongkwan added with sudden nervousness. “I thought you knew how to have sex,” you teased as he shot you a deathly glare. “Don’t be dumb, you know what I meant, plus your really going to find out how well we both know how to fuck you up,” Byeongkwan threatened you. It was like that comment had changed the dynamic, Byeongkwan’s usual friendly flirting had never done that to you. But your thighs tightened, the desire to throw your hands through his hair attacked. How could you think of having sex with him so easily. “I meant like isn’t there something to do with dates? Your on the pill too right?” He questioned as a swirl attacked the pits of your stomach on his information. “I’m on the pill but I believe if I stop taking I’m no longly covered,” you said looking to Sehyoon who had returned to silence. “As for dates I don’t know, but I believe you can buy kits that will tell you,” you added as Sehyoon picked his phone up. “What about your health? You eating the right foods?” Sehyoon asked without looking up from his phone. “Well I wouldn’t say I eat healthy,” you added looking to the floor. “Ok I’ll order some vitamins,” Sehyoon added tapping into the phone. “Wait your not going to suddenly wrap me in bubble wrap are you?” You scoff knowing Sehyoon’s caring side could sometimes be suffocating. “Do you want me to lie?” He looked up from the phone briefly and grimaced. “No I won’t wrap you in bubble wrap,” he smiled fakely. “No he’s going to lock you in his house, but be lucky it’s not the bed,” Byeongkwan said sitting on the side of the chair you had rested on. “Wait actually he might just do that too,” Byeongkwan sniggered filling your head with all sort of images, none innocent.

Looking in the mirror you looked at your waist. If tonight went to plan it would be the last time you would look like this for a while. running your hands down your stomach you imagined swelling with their child. You knew they would never request to know the biological father, but surely it would be noticeable. Maybe Byeongkwan’s beautiful shaped eyes, or Sehyoon’s calm collective like personality. The kits told you you was ovulating and today was the best day to conceive. You three had all been eating healthy since the arrangement three weeks prior. The second you walked out that door for the rest of the night you was there equal as you transitioned from friend to lover.

Sehyoon’s eyes lit up the second you walked in to their apartment as Byeongkwan wolf whistled. “You look delish I must say,” Byeongkwan said brushing a simple kiss on your cheek as his hands fell down your waist, before he walked you towards his partner. “Your not too bad yourself,” you added blushing feeling the awkward tension. “We thought it be nice to have a meal before,” Sehyoon said looking anxious. “What you cooked?” you scoffed with a little fear which had Byeongkwan in a fit of giggles. “No he ordered in, Sehni cook,” he laughed as Sehyoon pouted his way. “Your both cute,” you said admiring the love the couple shared and the sudden happiness that for one night you got to be part of that love.

The door went startling you as Byeongkwan went to answer. “It’s just the food nothing to be anxious about,” Sehyoon smiled pressing a warm hand around your shoulder. “I think we’re all a bit anxious, but it’ll be ok I promise you,” he smiled pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That smells yummy,” you Said as Byeongkwan walked passed with the yummy food. “Steamed broccoli and Salmon with wholegrain rice,” Byeongkwan added as Sehyoon grimaced. “Baby it’s for our baby,” he said to Sehyoon pouting slightly. “You like salmon,” you scoffed knowing he loved fish just as much as you did. “Not that green stuff so much, but Byeongkwan’s right we need a healthy baby right, especially while I’m carrying the little sperm right now,” Sehyoon whispered towards the end of his statement. You shivered imagining him impregnating you. Though thoughts of him currently holding his sperm for you had your eyes fall to his crotch. It was like he saw the burning feeling in your core as he chuckled getting your attention back, knowing where your mind went.

After you consumed your healthy tasty meal with Blueberry Bingsu for dessert. You all enjoyed a glass of Champagne to settle your nerves. Which didn’t work as soon as Byeongkwan took yours and Sehyoon’s hands and took you to their bedroom, the anxiety hit you that you was surprised that you wasn’t physically shaking. “It’s ok Y/N, this is me you don’t need to be nervous ok,” Byeongkwan said cupping your face as he pressed his lips on yours briefly. You thought one kiss would be like kissing your sibling and make the night be torture. But instead your lips burned when he left them, that you pulled on his shirt yanking him back to you. Lips locking that it surprised him as your tongue glided against his. His hands fall to your arms squeezing them as he falls into the passion. Walking you back into the wall you almost feel dizzy when he cages you. “I’m going to break you tonight you know that,” he growls as his lips leave yours. Your thighs tighten at just the threat from his voice. He remembers his lover as he throws his arm back to pull Sehyoon closer. His lips clashing him in a needy frenzy that made your core react explosively. Having witness them in a passionate kiss before this was different, body reacting in a way you never imagined possible.

You wanted, no needed to share the moment with them. Face leaning in you pressed a kiss to Sehyoon’s cheek, him tensing briefly as you peppered a second kiss. Moving backwards in fear that Sehyoon wasn’t comfortable with you, you was startled as he changed his direction. Lips speedily attacking, less hungry then Byeongwkans but yet more passionate. His hands removing from Byeongkwan to rest behind your back as he pulled you closer. Fingers finding the zip to your dress, he pulls it down before attacking your bra clasp. His lips fall to your neck as they press gently as he kisses down towards your collar bone and along. Like he was attempting to close small kisses everywhere in every inch of your skin, his lips find your cleavage. Pulling your dress down as he kisses following the new skin exposed. He sinks to his knees removing the rest of the dress, your underwear included. His eyes flash to your stomach as you feel self conscious as you place your hands over. “Don’t I want to view the home our babies are going to live in for the next 9 months,” he smiles smitten as his hands find the skin. Hands sprayed over he closes his eyes as if he’s imagining the baby already growing. Removing to only press kisses as if his lips are blessing you, by the feeling of your core he probably is.

However, once he was finished peppering kisses on your stomach his hot breath fanned on your glistening heat. Hooking one leg over his shoulder he delved straight into your folds. Tongue excitedly licking strips that you moan into the air. “He’s good with that tongue isn’t he,” Byeongkwan said thickly clearly enjoying the show too. “How?” You whimper as his mouth forms around your nub. “What you think because he dates me he hasn’t had any women experience,” Byeongkwan says threading his fingers through his lovers hair, tugging on them that his mouth unlatched temporary. You growl at your friend, your core feeling empty and in desperate need for Sehyoon’s mouth as you whimper. “Oh look at her so hungry for your tongue,” Byeongkwan coos as Sehyoon lets your leg drop to stand. “I want to get you on the bed that’s all, otherwise you might collapse and fall when I get carried away,” he chuckles pressing a kiss to your bottom lip.

Holding his hand to you he pulls you to the bed, Byeongkwan following. Sehyoon lays you down gently as if he’s worried your break. As he slipped between your legs you feel your head turned to face Byeongkwan who smirking down towards you. “Let’s see how good you are with your mouth,” he smiles bending down to kiss you before removing his clothes. His physique was incredible, though you had seen him topless before, seeing him full nude was even more breath taking. His impressive length had you swallow before moaning when Sehyoon relatched himself. His hands tucking under your ass to position you while his tongue attacked. Swirling around your nub he dragged his tongue down your folds, toying around the entrance before plunging in to fuck you for a while before doing the process once more. Byeongkwan took an opening when you moaned out to place his hardening throbbing cock in your mouth. Wrapping your lips around the invading member you let him thrust himself in. Your tongue sliding his shaft that has his own loud moans hit the air. “Fuck Y/N, your actually really good at this,” Byeongkwan moaned sounding surprised as your mouth met his thrusts. Hearing his lover compliment someone else it was like Sehyoon punished you by letting his tongue attack. The wet muscle rubbing deliciously up your walls. Your moans vibrating up Byeongkwan Shaft bring higher pitches mews to spill. “Shit, I’m going to cum,” Byeongkwan whimpered pulling out. “Why did you pull out then?” you pant beneath your own moans. “Because if I’m cuming anywhere it’s in you, baby making remember,” Byeongkwan said tapping your nose. Before you could question If that comment upset you you felt your core begin to spring. Sehyoon’s fingers swirling eights into your nub as his tongue continued to torture you. It wasn’t long that you soon found your thighs shaking as an orgasm tethered. “Let go baby, let Sehni drink your juices,” Byeongkwan coos as his fingers find your breast to knead. As if giving you permission to cum over his lovers cock was what you needed, you obeyed. Panting between sensitive whines as Sehyoon continued to feverishly lap up every drop.

“I need to cum so badly,” Byeongkwan moaned but it was like Sehyoon ignored him. Tossing his shirt off you gasped looking at his body which was just as hot as Byeongkwan’s. He smirked watching your reaction but nothing more seductive in his devilish view when he whipped his bottoms down. His cock was much thicker and longer then Byeongkwan’s and you inwardly whimpered how you was expected to take that. “Yes, I had the same thoughts,” Byeongkwan whispered sniggering as if he read your mind. “Hey I’m in need more,” Byeongkwan pouted Sehyoon’s way as he pumped himself between your legs. Huffing at his younger he relented kissing Byeongkwan’s back as he switched positions.

“Hey I’m not doing all the work here lazy ass,” Byeongkwan moaned as you raised an eyebrow at your nagging friend. “For a boy they say doggy, so get on all four and bark for me,” Byeongkwan teased as you flipped him off. Obeying Sehyoon sat on the edge of his bed his cock in his hand as he pumped himself. You was taken by surprise when Byeongkwan slammed himself in without prepping or guiding as you cried out. “For fuck sake Kwannie,” you growled wanting to turn and slap him as he stilled, amused with the reaction that even having sex he could annoy you. “I told you i would break you,” Byeongkwan sniggered before starting a slight slower pace. His fingers raked down your spine slowly making your back arch as you moaned. Every now and then he would still before slamming in harshly, hearing you whine before you cursed him once more.

“You should let her Suck your cock baby,” Byeongkwan cooed. The sight of his thick thighs in your face made you clench around Byeongkwans cock. “Oh I think she likes what she’s looking at,” Byeongkwan teases before he slams in once again as you growl following your cry’s of pleasure. Pressing kisses to Sehyoon’s thighs he flex’s them. Looking into his eyes he looks like he’s enjoying your reaction. But the view of heaven fell on his face as you placed your lips around him. Matching Byeongkwan’s thrusts, you bob up and down on his shaft. The width of his member made your mouth hurt after not too long. But it didn’t stop you from continuing to let your mouth fuck him, his hip buckling to meet you. The view clearly turned Byeongkwan on as he sped himself against you, his grip digging into your hip that you knew would bruise. The moans spilling from your lips vibrates down his cock earning grunts to fall from Sehyoon’s lips. They was so deep that your walls clenched around Byeongkwan’s cock, his own high pitched moans spilling into the air. “I’m about to cum,” Byeongkwan warned as Sehyoon’s cock throbbed in your mouth clearly excited about the prospect at filling you. “Cum deep in her pussy,” Sehyoon groaned deeply. “Plan to, plan to put our baby deep inside her,” Byeongkwan moaned as his hips snapped harsher alongside the increased speed. “Y/N” he growled as he started filling you up with his warm seed. The feeling of having his cum warming against your wall suddenly threw you into an orgasm you hadn’t prepared for. Whimpering around Sehyoon’s cock that the vibration clearly was too much that he removed himself. Kisses reaching your back as Byeongkwan stilled still hard inside of you. His hands reaching to hold your stomach as you remained both panting from your session.

Collapsing into the bed Byeongkwan tumbled with you as you wrapped your arms around Sehyoon’s waist. Your weary eyes looked up to find his head tilted looking at you both with adoration. “You both look cute,” he smiled looking down towards you. “That’s not jealousy talking is it?” You panted worried. “No,” he paused smiling as Byeongkwan rolled off you. “Certainly not,” Sehyoon said as he pulled your wearily body to straddle him. “I was just thinking how cute my family is, my Fiancée,” he paused to look at Byeongkwan who slipped a quick kiss. “And my baby mama,” he added kissing yours. “My perfect little family, your both mine,” he finishes looking between you both. “You make that sound like this, what we’re doing is permanent,” you joke pressing your lips down his jaw line. “What’s so bad with that idea?” He scoffed as you felt his cock twitch underneath you. “What?” You ask confused looking at him bewildered. “Look, it’s my turn to put my baby in here, we’re talk about it later,” he reply’s as his lips find your neck. Before you could contemplate his words his teeth dug into your flesh. “Fuck,” you whimper as he chuckled. “And there was me thinking you was soft and gentle,” you scoff gently swatting his back before he kissed alongside your collar bone. “Oh he is, just he has a claim kink,” Byeongkwan chuckled beside him as Sehyoon bit into your skin once more. “But the kink I have now, is a breeding one,” Sehyoon warned as he flipped you onto your back. “See Byeongkwan wants a boy, me I want a girl. I reckon we would make the most beautiful daughter together,” Sehyoon adds as his lips press small kisses alongside your jawline like you did with him earlier. “And Byeongkwan tells me it’s this position for a girl,” he adds as he lifts your ass down towards him.

Rolling the tip of his cock he presses him self in as you wince. Lips crashing on yours he stills before slowly pushing himself inch by inch in you. Filling you up that you felt full he stills to let you adjust around him. Slow movements at first while he enjoys his tongue sliding against yours. While Byeongkwan had fucked you, Sehyoon was choosing the romantic love making style. His shaft deep imbedded in you as you felt the tip hit your cervix with each thrust. “You feel so good,” Sehyoon complimented grunting slightly as he thrusted. Lips finding your breasts he suckled between Thrusts. Teeth occasionally grazing on your nipple as he got lost into the motions. Walls clamping around him had him grunt deeply that went directly to your core. Bringing your pelvis to meet his thrust you both set into a rhythm. The room filling with the sound of slapping skin, your moans and Sehyoon’s deep groans was pushing another orgasm your way. As Sehyoon started chasing his, his mouth was suckling against any skin it could find, marking you with purple blemishes. “Mine and my baby’s,” he growled in possessiveness between them. The thought of him and Byeongkwan owning you was oddly a turn on. His cock hitting against your cervix with a little more force had whines slip your lips. Thighs shaking you knew your high was close. Fingers lacing with you he removed his mouth from your skin to look at you. Sweat beading down his face he looked lost in your eyes. “Baby,” he repeated in a chant like voice which was deepening as his own high tethered. “Cum with me,” he pleaded with his fingers tightening around yours. “Cum around his cock,” Byeongkwan demanded like he knew your body needed his permission. Convulsing around him you fell off into your euphoria taking Sehyoon with you. Crying loudly as you milk his hot wet fluid deep within. Panting he places his forehead against yours, sweat mixing as you attempt to catch your breath. “Hope you two are finished doing your rom com. We got babies to make,” Byeongkwan said pushing him off you. “Look at you all exhausted, we’re not stopping till dawn,” Byeongkwan added as you looked at him wearily. “It’s ok we sleep after dawn, I’ve stripped my schedule so we rest together all day,” Sehyoon added as he stroked his hand down your belly. You rested briefly before continuing with project baby mama.

To be continued

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hollandorks · 2 years

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Chapter 29!!! I am ready to sift through 7324 words!!! Bring it on! *attempts to chug my orange juice but the glass is apparently now empty*

“I’m sorry,” Alfred said. The man was crying.

ALFRED—

The poor man just wanted to protect his surrogate son! He must feel horrible. He probably thought he's failed Bruce and that's just so heartbreaking. Alfred is gonna have to talk about more than just Bruce and the reader in therapy now

Bruce headed for the Batmobile. Had she come up with that name, or had he? He couldn’t remember. She had been calling it that, though, so he called it that too. Found it endearing.

Isn't that just a moment?

I feel like that really speaks to the human experience, particular about any sort of grief. Like my mom just flew out last night, but I remember going back to my apartment after helping her into her Lyft to the airport and I had a minor freak out because I just saw her everywhere (it didn't help that she literally rearranged my entire apartment)

It's just a thing. After someone who was so present in your life is no longer there, for whatever reason, you see remnants of them in your physical space more than you saw when they were. Like you're so busy by the fact that they're present, you don't notice how they changed names for what you called things and how you went with it, how they moved an object from point A to point B. Little fingerprints of where they once were just become way more visible. So, Bruce freaking out and tossing everything around? Perfect sense. He doesn't want to think about her strongly-felt absence, so it's easier to move everything around and make a mess than come to face things that they moved. You replace their fingerprints with your own.

Also, he's just pissed off. He was forced to kill her and, in that moment, he thought he actually had. He doesn't want to kill anyone, much less her, and the one time that he (thinks) does, it wasn't even his choice.

Rather, he was slumped head-first onto the bed she was on. Limp with sleep. Her hand in his. Even in sleep, his grip was strong.

Bruce please—

The grip to make sure she's still there even when he's asleep.

Killing me.

His whole body shuddered. He pressed her knuckles to his cheek with a soft moan. Turned his head away as a tear slipped from one eye and then the next.

BRUCE WAYNE NEEDS A HUG

HE NEEDS MANY HUGS

Good lord, someone help him.

Alfred laughed. Bruce stopped. Tilted his head towards them but didn’t turn. He looked kind of nice with an almost-beard, she thought. “Oh, she’s going to be fine for sure,” Alfred said with another laugh. “More worried about the coffee than the stab wound.” He chuckled again.

Okay, first, I was also this person. After I had knee surgery when I was fourteen, I had to walk around school with a cane and a knee brace. Then, I slipped on the ramp in front of the cafeteria and people were panicking like "omg are you okay", as people do, and I just started laughing because I, a disabled person, slipped on a ramp made for disabled people. It even had the wheelchair logo on it. It was ironic, so I laughed. And, once my friends realized I was okay they laughed. Though, people I was not friends with just seemed to continue to look concerned.

This was funnily enough the same knee surgery where I started walking literally right after surgery because I wanted to go to the bathroom and my dad was asleep. So I just hopped out of bed with my IV and did it myself. The nurse caught me when I was trying to get back into bed, super confused, because apparently people don't normally just walk after knee surgery.

ANYWAYS!

I just hard relate to this.

Second, Bruce breaks my heart. He's torturing himself. I understand why, but it just fills me with the urge to give him a teddy bear and force him to hop and dance around with him so he starts feeling better. Or, at the very least, so he could laugh.

He was leaving details out. A shadow in their midst. Alfred on the ground, blood on his leg, fear and desperation in his eyes. Had Bruce–?

Poor Alfred. That must hurt. Physically and emotionally.

I know the two of them don't blame him, but I wonder if where would be a teeny tiny part of them that feels anxiety around Batman, specifically. Of course, it wasn't Bruce's fault, but the image of Batman stabbing you is still there, you know? So I wonder if the suit itself would cause a physiological response out of the memory of being hurt? I mean, maybe it's just me, but I've definitely had moments where my brain and thoughts don't necessarily agree with physiological responses.

“Bruce,” she said. He finally looked at her. The anguish in his expression wrecked her. She started crying without quite knowing why. He hurried over to her side. “Are you in pain?” he asked in a hoarse whisper. His voice sounded like he’d been sick recently. Used up. Scratchy. “Should I get the doctor?”

You can want to avoid people like the plague and still love them.

What a moment. I love it.

Alfred, on the other hand, brought her books, flowers, coffee, card games. They spent hours and hours together, usually with him staying until the hospital staff kicked him out for the night. He kept her entertained with war stories, stories about Bruce as a child and angry teenager, and his competitiveness when they played card games together.

OH TO HAVE ALFRED AS A SURROGATE PARENT—

A woman can dream.

While she was glad she had done it, glad she had saved Bruce, sometimes she woke at night remembering the way Maxwell’s flesh had given way beneath the blade. The way the light had leaked slowly from his eyes.

YES!

I'm sorry, that's probably not the appropriate reaction, but I love seeing the consequences that characters go through out of the snap decisions they have to make. Anyways, I'm sure I've already talked about how great you are at doing that enough for you to understand how much I love it. I just do.

Y/n wanted to cry. “Oh,” was all she said. Bruce had kept his promise to her and paid off her debts. She’d thought he’d forgotten with everything that had happened these past few weeks. But he hadn’t. Even now, he was protecting her. The tears burned as she struggled to keep them at bay. “He even had some choice words for the Penguin on how he runs his business and how he treats his employees. If you don’t marry him, I think I might,” Lena joked. Y/n laughed. It hurt, but she did it anyway. “I don’t think he likes me like that,” she said, because she had no idea anymore. “And thank you. For the flowers.”

I know you said Lena was cool and I think she is too, but I still think she was being blackmailed it's just now my personal headcanon

I don't know what it is exactly about this specific moment, but it makes me wanna write a script with you. That is all.

There was a constant mix of pride and guilt whenever she thought about it. She was proud she had done it, but the cost had been so steep.

I love the general move our culture's had toward exploring the downsides of being a hero. I really do. Like it used to be just "doing good is good enough", but now it's "no, there are consequences even though you do the right thing."

But this also makes me think that there might be a chance of her getting her own suit and being a vigilante one day, much to Bruce's distraction chagrin.

Zora had asked her point blank if they were dating. Y/n hadn’t needed to lie. The answer was no.

Disappointing. Get your shit together, Wayne.

Also! Nurses are the best! They don't get enough credit for all that they do within the medical system, but they can be so amazing. A lot of the nurses I've had have been so friendly, making the entire experience of anything medical so much easier.

Bruce opened the car door for her. She crouched to get in and grunted when the movement pulled at her stitches and her ribs. He took her arm and helped her gently lower herself into the seat.

What a nice contrast to how in sync they are when they were fighting bad guys together. Now they're in sync in helping each other heal. I love it.

“I didn’t have major surgery. Or broken ribs,” Bruce pointed out.

Bro, I know you feel super guilty right now, but take the joke, wouldya?

A miracle, they said. A fighter, they called her. Lucky, they murmured every time they looked at her chart.

Personally, that's the worst. I would rather die. Every time someone comments on whatever medical shit I have going on like that, I want the earth to swallow me whole. I get the good intents, but it really just minimizes whatever experience you have in your life to one moment, which is just bullshit, honestly. Especially, when the one person that you do want to talk to and make jokes with is, for whatever reason, being a little bit of an ass. No matter how valid the reason.

In fact, I make jokes precisely so they forget to comment on it. Whenever I talk about fainting because of my medical condition, I just say that I was so surprised the amazon guy came on time that I just fainted from shock. When people ask me why I use my wheelchair, I say it's because it lets me cut the line because people get so scared of the wheelchair, they panic, and let me enter whatever ride/space/elevator without thinking that they were there first. Obviously, that's not actually why I fainted nor why I use the chair, but it's better that they laugh rather than look at me with the whole inspiring/medical enigma/curiosity/pity face.

Also, I've been told I'm horrible at taking compliments.

“Apparently my comment about your, um, assets in the bathroom that night made it onto social media.” The car swerved slightly. She giggled at the blush in his cheeks. “You’re welcome.”

YES!

A joke. A reaction from Mr. Bruce "I don't feel anything" Wayne himself. We love to see it.

I love how flustered the reader makes Bruce. I live for it. Bruce should not be allowed to drive around the reader—he'd get into an accident with how much he swerves.

“You can take me to bed anytime, Bruce Wayne.” She peered over the edge of her coffee mug at him and watched him flounder.

Do it, you coward.

He made her feel safe. Even now, even after everything. She wished she could convey that to him.

BUT DOES THE SUIT—

I'm kidding. She probably associates the suit with Bruce, ergo no stress, but it's still interesting to see. Like I just wonder if her heart would just skip a beat (for a reason other than love or lust) when seeing the suit. Probably not, but it would be interesting.

“I–It wasn’t anything important,” Bruce said, but that was a lie too. He didn’t look her in the eyes when he said it.

BRUCE IT'S BEEN ESTABLISHED THAT YOU ARE A TERRIBLE LIAR

It's not news!! Just tell the truth for the first time in your life, would you? Just for another moment?

She stood over Bruce’s bed for a long moment, letting the sound of his breathing soothe her. She wouldn’t be able to sleep. So she stole an extra pillow from the other side of the bed and propped herself up in the armchair by the dark fireplace. Rested her head on her hand. Watched him breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

You know what, I respect how nice the reader's being. Letting Bruce sleep even though he's being a bit of a jerk. I would be like Mushu waking Shang up in Mulan 2.

It may not be your fault you stabbed the reader, Bruce Wayne, but refusing to comfort her because you feel bad is a decision you are making.

I know I'm giving Bruce a lot of shit. Listen, I understand. He wants to protect her and he has trauma and everything and I sympathize I do. But the man cannot go "I want you tO STAY AND THEN IGNORE HER"

“Me neither,” he said softly.

This makes me so curious. Because he doesn't ask her to stay after, and he doesn't say anything else. And maybe you were speaking strictly on volume "softly", but I don't know. Maybe it was the first time he actually started to reconsider his choice to ignore her.

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Oh, and I didn't have a sparkly mask at my graduation. I had a white one lol You can ask me as many questions as you like, you know! Or rather 17 more? I think you asked me 3.

Let's do this!!! I fell asleep last night then had to be An Adult this morning when I got up and like....do laundry so I could have clean clothes this week yuck. But I'm ready now!

Also you're so funny. Like how are you so funny??

Alfred 100% is upping his therapy visits to twice a week after all of this, poor guy.

You're so right about grief though! The physical space becomes such a huge reminder after someone is gone. Even if it's just gone back home and not gone for good. "Little fingerprints of where they once were just become more visible." OOF. Stealing that from you. If you ever see this line in a book of mine or another fic, I'm not sorry, because it's so good. You're so right. "You replace their fingerprints with your own." ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I can tell you're a writer.

Love that you find levity in your life. And also that you apparently just got up and walked after a knee surgery. Badass. Bad. Ass.

So much hurt in this chapter yikes! Why was I so mean to everyone??

Very good point about the suit! I should have explored that but, alas, I am not that smart 😂 It'd be very very interesting though to see if they would react. I imagine at least partially!

Alfred is the best chaotic orphan dad!

I love seeing consequences too! I hate when people just gloss over things that happened. I want to see them suffer.

Sorry about Lena bestie....she's cool. But you can have whatever headcanon you want! 😂 If I hadn't needed her for the sequel you would have been right. Does that help at all?

Let's write a script together. I'll bring the angst, you bring the humor, we'll make a killing in Hollywood.

I love the exploration of the consequences of being a hero too! Because things really aren't so black and white. Like, doing good doesn't necessarily mean you make good choices. Or you might have to do bad things in order to do good. Anyways, I love it too. Obviously had to include something like that.

Nurses are the best! I work at a doctor's office and I love the nurses at work. They do the most work for the least amount of appreciation. Had to throw in a little nod to the cool nurses.

In sync helping each other heal 🥺 what a nice way to put it.

Again, you're so funny. Love that you just make jokes to deflect attention because I do that too (even though I am an abled person). So surprised the amazon guy came you fainted 💀 what a great joke.

Like the whole thing with my parents' house burning down. Any time it comes up I have to joke. Trauma who? We don't know her.

Poor Bruce gets so flustered around her and she knows it. He probably needs to invest in a safer/ more roll-proof car around her because of all the swerving. Good thing he has good reflexes I guess

I do think for the reader at least that Batman and Bruce are so synonymous that she wouldn't be stressed! Again, I am not that smart, so I did not think about including it.

Listen when I become a published author I'm going to need to hire you as a beta reader because you just catch so many things.

Mushy waking Shang up 💀💀💀 I am dead. (Also Mulan is my favorite. You just get cooler and cooler I swear)

Bruce needs to be given a lot of shit. He deserves it.

Also in that moment he's definitely reconsidering his choice to ignore her. I think her suffering is finally brought directly in front of him and he can't ignore it, and he feels a little bad. However, he's still an emo jerk and wants to punish himself so he doesn't ask her to stay because he would like that too much. At least that's my line of thinking when I wrote that bit!

Also the sparkly mask was for the salute livestream not the graduation! Also also, I literally have no idea what questions to ask RIP 💀 Might be the monster headache I have, but it's probably because, as I have said, I am dumb and not a good internet sleuth 😂

#asks #anon #motn #my bestie ⌨️#⌨️ anon #⌨️

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dadsbongos · 3 years

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trashy dad

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Shota Aizawa/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: references (2) to un*s ann*s, one (1) use of (y/n), fem pronouns Summary: Shota trying to support his YouTuber daughter :) cuz social media aus own me Word Count: 2.1K ~~~

"Hey, gamers," you grin at the camera before tossing an arm over your father's shoulders, "My dad's in town and as you can see," you hesitated slightly before turning to face your father, "Dad's not super into taking care of himself. So, I figured what's better than doing a Q&A together while I do his makeup?"

"Hitoshi just did a 'what I eat in a day', didn't he?" Shota quirked a brow, already reaching back to tie up his messy, tangled hair.

"Spoilers!" you quietly whine as you open your phone, "He still has to edit it, silly man. We're gonna have to brush out your hair later, by the way."

Shota's eyes widened, "We? I thought this was your idea and video, (Y/n)."

"No," you huff, scrolling through a few of the questions from fans, "I mean it was but your hair is so… Okay, first question is from - oh my God the names - shrekslongtoe, what was my first word?"

"Are you gonna start putting makeup on me or just sit there?" Shota scratched at his nose before snickering, "That wasn't your first word. Your first word was 'Dada' and it drove Hizashi insane."

"Hizashi is my other dad, by the way," you lean over to grab your makeup bag, "'Toshi and I call him papa. Oooh, oh no," you looked up to Shota, "I don't have your shade, you're gonna look weird."

"I don't really care," the man shrugged, watching as you took out a pink beauty blender, "That looks like a buttplug."

"Don't say that!" your eyes were wide at his words while you got out your foundation, "Youtube doesn't like that."

"Whoops," he deadpanned, "Next question."

"Shit, right."

"Language."

"Japanese," you murmur, going to the next reply, "yoonbumskneecap asks, 'Did you believe in me-’ they said my name but you know, ‘and Hitoshi when they decided to become Youtubers?' And 'in 'Toshi's case - drop out of college to become a professional clout man.'"

"To be honest," Shota closed his eyes, only in slight fear, as you began pressing the foundation into his skin, "I was really worried about Hitoshi, I didn't know if he'd stay as big as he was because he's a lot like me, in the sense that people tend to not like us for our bluntness. So I was worried he'd be a meme for like a month and then people would drop him, but thankfully I was proved wrong," he opened his eyes when he felt you pull away and begin rooting through your bag once again, "With you, I was less worried because you're more like 'Zashi, i.e extremely likable, and you were kind of getting a boost from appearances on Hitoshi's channel. I still worry because the internet is a fickle mistress but I'm not staying up at night about it."

Pulling out a dark eyebrow pencil, you grin at your father, "Aww, that was kinda sweet. Not really but kind of."

"What I'm here for," Shota's eyes followed your hand as you uncapped the pencil and reached up, beginning to mark at his eyebrows, "I'm gonna read the next question while you kill my eyebrows."

"I'm not killing them!" you giggled, "But unlike Papa, you already have pretty thick, full eyebrows so I won't be here long."

"Good," he muttered before furrowing his brows in confusion, ignoring your frustrated groan, "who is daddysero and why is he asking if you pissed today?"

"What?!" you pull your dad's hand back to see what he was looking at, instantly calming down when you saw he was still on Twitter, "Oh, that's just Sero, he asks me that every time I tweet. I thought you went to my Instagram DMs," at Shota's questioning stare you grinned, "Mama's got simps in her DMs."

"Don't ever call yourself 'Mama' in my presence ever again," Shota shook his head, once again ignoring your annoyance, "papichulo46290 wants to know my favorite memory of you."

"If you mix me up with 'Toshi, I'll be so pissed," you return the eyebrow pencil to your bag as Shota speaks.

"I won't... probably," he shrugs while you root through your bag, "So, Hizashi had taken Hitoshi out for ice cream because of - has he mentioned his middle school trauma?" at your nod, he continues, "Hitoshi was having a bad day from middle school, shocking, so you and I were left home alone together. You were probably seven and you really wanted to paint my nails and I let you. You..." he shook his head, snickering, "you fucked them up. So bad. But you were so happy to just be spending time with me- "

"Keep talking, but I'm gonna do your eyeshadow," you lean back in, swishing your brush over a navy blue, almost black shade, "Just so you guys know, Dad wanted to look like shit, don't unsubscribe cuz this is gonna come out bad."

"It won't be too bad, you're talented," Shota did his best to remain still, "But overall, you were just so adorable and it didn't even matter that the smudged nails got me teased in the teacher's lounge the next day. It all came off after like a week because it was shitty polish but you get the idea."

"Aww, I didn't know you kept it on, that's so sweet," you fall back briefly to inspect your work, "It's not awful but I'm only posting this because you're my dad."

"Of course, I did," Shota continued scrolling through the questions, "A lot of people are asking if you mean Dad or Daddy, and a lot more people are asking for pictures of your feet, you should block them all."

"Yeah, I got sickos in my replies too, just gotta scroll past em'."

"Disgusting..." Shota grumbled as you moved to his other eye, "Is 'electrodick' Kaminari, perchance?"

"Unfortunately."

"Gross, he asks if you had an 'I'm not like other girls' phase," Shota hummed quietly in thought, "Maybe when you were eight for like a month, but that's probably because except for Nemuri you didn't have any women in your life. Thankfully you moved on from that pretty quickly."

"Oh yeah, that was a gross, weird time. You and Papa also weren’t shitty people so I didn’t have a lot of misogynist influence."

"I like to think we did a good job," Shota sighed, finally moving back into his slouching position when you pulled away completely, "Is 'explosionmurder' Bakugou?"

"You know it."

"Okay well, he's asking if you plan on fucking up your bronzing again?" he thinks for a moment, “Was that from when you looked kinda copper-ish in a video?

"Oh my God, that was one time, Bakugou!" you shout and shake your brush at the camera, "One time!"

"I don't even know what blending is so you're doing better than I am."

"God, how are we related?"

Without hesitation, Shota replied, "Surrogate. Which answers summerlongsock's question."

"Nice," you chuckle, setting the brush back in your bag, "You probably won't need too much bronze or countour since you're going for bad," you immediately turn to the camera, "And Bakugou isn't gonna say a fucking word about it!"

"Is eyeliner next? And if so, I would enjoy a nice wing," Shota muttered, looking through the remaining questions, "Hitoshi asks why I haven't done a video with him yet."

You nod along while uncapping the liner, "I'm curious about that too. I thought my first video with a parent would be with Papa. I was gonna say family but..." you shrug, "Hitoshi was my first video and then Eri came on."

"He never asked," Shota closed both of his eyes, allowing you to move his head around as you pleased, "You just texted me the video idea and we set it up while I was in town. If Hitoshi wants a video so bad he should come up with an idea."

"Jeez, don't bully the poor boy," you laughed quietly, carefully applying more eyeliner to your father's left lid, "We should all do a video together. I think it'd be fun."

"Come up with an idea," he replied flatly before opening his eyes, "davinky wants to know when you got into makeup. Probably after thirteen, sometime."

"Yeah, I got my first real eyeshadow at like fourteen and then you guys just enabled my love of makeup after that."

"Well, the thing with that was, Hizashi and I didn't want you growing up thinking you had to wear makeup for any reason," Shota opened his eyes once he felt you back away, blinking a few times, "So we waited till you were more mature because giving makeup to a six-year-old is weird."

Capping your eyeliner, you traded it out for mascara, "Yeah, even little play kits are a bit ehhh. Don't close your eyes, but look down."

Following instruction, Shota took the opportunity to read off another question, "I can't see the name but someone's asking what we did together for fun. While you were a kid."

Humming quietly in thought, you move from one eye to the other, "We used to go to diners a lot. Those late-night diner trips, remember?"

"Oh yeah, you were such a little demon about bedtime. I had to take you to this little place for scrambled eggs or some shit and you'd fall asleep on the way back home."

Putting away your mascara, you reach out for your hairbrush before beginning to pull out the hair tie in Shota's hair, "Mina wanted me to ask what videos you show people when they ask what your kids do for a living."

"For Hitoshi, the one where he and Kaminari made Bakugou breakfast with sex toys. For you, the one where you turn yourself into Mina's little character - with the pink skin," Shota winced slightly at the tug of your hairbrush, "And Eri's a teacher so that information comes first since it's the least strange."

As you fussed with his tangled nest of hair, you read another question over Shota's shoulder, "When did you know you loved me? Like after adopting me."

"Not too long after the adoption was finalized actually," Shota grumbled as the brush made its final courses through his hair, "You've always been a really great kid. I don't know when I 'realized' but it was definitely around the time you were born, maybe like the day after."

"That's pretty good considering I was a stranger," you giggled, brushing out the final knots in his dark hair, "A baby stranger."

"Hmm," Shota hummed in response, "You almost done?"

Refraining from rolling your eyes, you fluffed Shota's now smooth and detangled hair around his shoulders with a small smile, "I'm done. Your hair is so pretty when it's brushed out."

"I know," the man muttered, handing your phone back, "Wanna do one more question and then sign off?"

"Yeah," you scroll through some of the questions, "I want it to be the best question that's ever been asked."

"Ask your own, you're great at that."

You shook your head with furrowed brows at his comment, "Is that a compliment?"

"It was meant to be."

"Thanks, but no need, I've found one. Midoriya wants to know if raising two attention whores was hard. He didn't say ‘attention whores’ because he doesn't swear but that's the vibe."

"What's Midoriya's at?" Shota asked.

"SmallMight."

"Of course," the man grumbled, closing his eyes to think, "You two were honestly pretty easy to raise. Not a whole lot of fits compared to what I've heard other parents talk about. You both liked to talk a lot to each other, and, of course, to Hizashi and me. Not terribly difficult at all."

"Aww, I'm glad we didn't make you pull your hair out," you grin.

"Oh, you still did. Absolutely."

"Nice," you giggle before turning off your phone and facing the camera, "Okay guys, well, I hope you don't clown on me as much as usual because if you do, my dad will... I don't know… kick your ass."

"Exactly," Shota nodded, a horrific smile on his face, "I'll beam right into your living room."

"Hopefully you guys come back next week where I'll..." floundering for an answer, you turn to your dad as if he’d give you ideas, "Create wings to do it better than Icarus ever could."

Giving a singular stiff nod, Shota looked dead at the camera, "I'd watch it."

"You heard it from the main man himself, peeps," you waved to the camera, Shota copying the motion, “Bye!”

"If there's one comment about my eyebags, I'm never coming on your channel again," Shota lied as you leaned over to stop recording.

"They're gonna love you, I'm sure," you assure your father, "Wanna see how I edit?"

"God no, Hitoshi showed me how long it takes to edit his videos, it looks like hell."

#bnha x reader #bnha x reader platonic #shota aizawa x reader #shota x reader #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x daughter reader #aizawa x daughter reader #shota x daughter reader #shota x reader platonic

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angelkurenai · 3 years

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Oh baby dear - Chris Evans x Reader

Title: Oh baby dear

Pairing: Chris Evans x Surrogate!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: After a trip that gives the chance to Chris to take a long-overdue break from his job, he comes back home with his mind made up to change his life. And even if it weren’t for the trip itself or meeting you, even though he had no idea if he’d ever see you again, he was determined to not wait any longer. Feeling ready to become a father he starts looking for a surrogate mother, only to end up finding you of all people.

“Son of a guy. You meant it.” brown eyes were wide, and for the first couple seconds no other sound could be heard in the room. It almost felt like the words could echo in the room.

“You're really doing this.” the man's voice was filled with just as much shock as was painted all over his face. At least the woman behind him was more calm, sipping on her drink with an ease that would have been troubling, especially in such a case, if it wasn't known that she had long ago heard the news.

“I wouldn't have brought it up in the first place if I wasn't seriously considering it.” the other man in the room couldn't take his eyes off his friend, trying to gauge his reaction the second it came through. It was bound to be the most honest one, no second thoughts, and he only needed his friends' honest thoughts. Not that, and he was sure of it, the other man would intentionally tell him anything but the truth.

“You- wow.” the shocked expression was still there but there was no mistaking the smile that was slowly but surely appearing on his face “Seems like Evans is finally joining the club, who'd have thought? That's what I call one heck of a year, quickly Scarlett note the date down! It's going to go down in the history books, I tell you. Oh you're in for one hell of a ride, buddy! Wait you knew about this, didn't you?” he turned to the woman but shook his head soon enough “Never mind. You're gonna have to look for a godmother but I do get to be the godfather, right? I really need to start making preparations, nine months are not even remotely enough. I gotta-”

“Take a deep breath and calm down, Robert. That's what you gotta do. Otherwise this kid won't get to meet its one-of-a-kind godfather. And we would never want that to happen, would we?” the woman interrupted his rambling, a teasing smile on her own lips as she noticed Chris himself chuckle.

“Oh goodness forbid that could ever happen.” Chris laughed some more, his chest feeling lighter than it had in the past couple days “And besides that, there has not been a surrogate found just yet. Papers got approved only a day ago, it will take more time than that.”

“You say that as if the second every woman finds out you're on that kind of market, won't volunteer to have your baby. Heck, I know most of them would gladly volunteer to do it the old-fashioned way! You'll see, you will be getting news very soon.” Robert brushed his friend off and got up from his seat, making his way to the mini bar to grab a drink for himself “Which means, I really gotta start preparing everything because a) this is Evans' kid and b) I'm the godfather and it'll get only the best!”

Scarlett couldn't help but laugh, while Chris shook his head with a chuckle, before she added “As you can see, he is going to be more trouble than the kid.” she ignored the look that was shot at her from Robert and kept going “But, speaking of it, I never asked: Did you never really consider adoption?”

“For most of the time that's what I had in mind, yes, but-” he sighed, easing back in his seat “I asked about it and my chances were sadly very low, given my job and everything, not to mention how lengthy of a process it all was. Sebastian was actually the one to suggest it and you know I haven't been able to stop thinking about it ever since. Granted, it is just as hard to find a surrogate who is also willing to be the biological mother but I feel like I have more to hope for this way.”

“You have every reason to be hopeful, I'm sure this will work out just fine. Besides-” she offered her friend a warm smile “There is no other man that I can think of that could be a better father than you. This child will be very lucky.”

“...The part of Robert being the godfather excluded?” Chris added with a smirk, eyeing his friend who narrowed his eyes at him, before both Chris and Scarlett burst into laughter.

“Life isn't perfect, what can you do?” she grinned as she took a sip of her drink.

“I'll try to be the better man, as always, and not comment on any spiteful comments against me. You're just jealous I am going to be the world's best godfather. Anyway, that wasn't what I was going to comment on.” he plopped back on his seat and gave the blue-eyed man a sly smile “Sebastian you say but I'm wondering: was it him or that summer trip to Italy that really prompted you to become a dad? Maybe a certain someone you met there? What was her name...”

“Don't-” it was all he had time to get out, his eyes wide and voice very warning; but there was never any stopping the man when he wanted to speak his mind.

“Ah yes.” Robert grinned widely “(Y/n).”

“What- Who?” Scarlett frowned, tilting her head to the side “How come I haven't heard of her before? I thought you told me everything about Italy.”

“She's nobod-”

“Probably the love of his life. Something like his soulmate. One he talks about a lot in his sleep, hence why I should hold more parties and have you guys over. The info I get is golden. Anyway, think of it as the star-crossed lovers but one where he isn't the Lana Del Rey young and beautiful, you know? Heard she's something like a med or psych graduate or something. So come to think of it all, Italy, soulmates and age difference, this is like another version of Call me by your-”

“And that's it for you. Enough words spoken for one day.” Scarlett said, not hesitating a second to place a hand over the man's mouth who admittedly didn't give up even if his words were only an incoherent mumble after that.

Chris' eyes were wide and there was no mistaking the way he wanted to not talk about it, as if there was some unparalleled sadness that came with the mention of your name, a deep ache and at the same time yearning perhaps because he missed you, just like there was no mistaking the tint of pink that was on his cheeks.

“That's-” he cleared his throat, avoiding looking at his friends in the eyes because he knew how easy it would be to tell that even so many months later the feelings were fresh as much as the day he had to leave, the day he left a part of himself on the airport with you – a part he knew real well he wouldn't get back again, certainly not from any other woman he got to meet. That missing part of him, even if the rest held all the beautiful memories dearly to itself and felt truly blessed, he knew was obvious. It was all on his face that he was missing something, even if he'd gotten so much. And he knew she would see it, it all became so obvious when he thought of you.

He shook his head when he realized he had taken longer than needed to reply “It was way too long ago, I can hardly remember it now. Hell, as if barely anything happened to begin with. She was just-” a lump in his throat, too painful “I made a good friend, a really good friend yes, who helped me see my life in a different way. Helped me make my choice and see the things that really matter. Couldn't keep in contact and yes that's a bit sad but- That's all there is to it, nothing more nothing less.”

Scarlett regarded him for a couple seconds, even as he tried to keep himself busy with getting another drink, before she finally spoke “If you say so.” she nodded her head “At least we now know who we owe this to and who to thank for our family growing, don't we?”

“Then-” Robert's smile was softer, yet also sad, as he raised his glass a bit “Let's drink to that, if not your baby just yet. To (Y/n)?”

“To (Y/n).” Scarlett nodded her head “For helping you make the best decision of your life, wherever she may be now.”

Chris hesitated, the unspoken truth of you not only being the one to help him make the decision but also be part of that decision, part of the family he wanted to build, was ready to break free from his lips but he held it back “Wherever she may be.” he said in a low hoarse voice, raising his glass as well “To (Y/n).”

He had not allowed himself to say your name in a long time and thinking back to it, the effect had been evident not only in his chest, in his heartbeat, but also in his lips, how painfully strange it felt when all he had been doing was think about it for months to no end, down to his throat that closed up with emotion. And he had allowed himself to say it not only so that he would make sure his friends would drop the subject but also because it had been a long time, he felt the need to and he knew that he wouldn't get the chance to do so, not anytime soon for sure.

And yet, only seconds ago, the name had left his lips for the second time in barely a couple days.

His brain could barely keep up with the fact, all the information he had to currently process seemed to make things even harder. Saying your name this time certainly had the same effect, his throat closed up and his heart leaped to his throat, but it felt like it was for an entirely different reason. He blinked several times, trying to make sure that what he was seeing was also true, to make sure that it wasn't wishful thinking and that him holding his breath had not reduced the levels of oxygen to a point where he couldn't even see straight. Truth be told, he felt pretty lightheaded.

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n).” he repeated your name for the third time, the third time in only a couple days his mind nearly screamed at him, but it didn't feel the same this time.

“Yes, I would say she seems like one of the most, if not the most, suitable candidate for you case.” the woman behind the desk gave him a warm smile but his brain was still currently stuck on the word 'candidate'.

“I'm sorry. There seems to be some misunderstanding here and I- I don't know whose part it is on, but-” he licked his lips, trying to swallow over the lump in his throat “When you say- What you're trying to say- I'm sorry.” he shook his head and let a couple seconds to pass in silence; he knew she wouldn't ask before him.

Taking a deep breath he decided to speak, even if his voice was hoarse he hoped she could make out the words “Candidate for what?”

The woman frowned a bit but it was gone faster than it could register, as she spoke in a calm voice “Your case. To be not only the surrogate you are looking for. See, her current, and according to her permanent from now on, residence is in New York City and very close to the residence you have listed as your permanent one. It is important, you understand, if we take into consideration that she will be the biological mother of the child. You might want the child to be able to stay in touch with her, and vice versa, so the close proximity does help. Of course that is always up to you, but in most cases we've seen it hap-”

“When did she sign up for this?” he asked, barely able to keep himself to wait for her to finish her sentence.

“Pardon?” she blinked and only then he realized how he might have sounded.

“You're right. I apologize, that came out as wrong.” he cleared his throat again “What I mean is... does she know who I am? That she- she's signing up to be a surrogate for my child.”

“Every surrogate must be informed, of course, of you as you are informed of her. She too must know whose child she will carry, don't you think it's fitting? But if you are uhm-” she hesitated “Concerned about other children, then, you need not worry. It's not my place to say this but it seems like-” she smiled a bit, almost knowingly “That you have already chosen, so I believe it wouldn't really be against any rule to say this. Consider it an extra bit of information.”

'Seems like you have already chosen.' would be a vast understatement. It was like every cell in his body was screaming 'Yes', chanting it over and over again that he was seriously worried he might have projected it somehow. He could barely control the words that came out of his lips anyway. If anything, the second he had come across the file with your name he had been glued to it, his eyes and all of his attention orbiting around the single file as if he was Earth and you were his Sun. Not far from the truth either.

But it also must have shown- No scratch that. He was sure it had shown because he had done no effort to hide it, too stunned and happy and eager and giddy and blessed and so many other things, to try to hide it. And she had clearly noticed.

“So, no, she has not mothered another child. As a matter of fact, Miss (Y/l/n) is doing this for the first time.” the woman leaned back in her chair “She came to us with the belief that there was too much sadness out there and, amongst other things, she decided to do this little one thing to help someone out. To make someone happy. I believe she didn't really have any further expectations out of this, no further plans, other than wanting to do some good. We only informed her of your case and she said she'd like to help, nothing else.” she shrugged softly “For any further reasons behind her choice you could ask her, I suppose. If you do think she could be the right choice to be the mother of your child, then-”

“She is.” he said, maybe a little too fast, but he didn't care. He didn't find a single part of him that cared for how eager he looked at the prospect of you being the mother of his child. Granted, it wasn't exactly how he'd imagined it but it was so much more than he ever thought he'd get, of what he thought he deserved, when he had told you goodbye that summer.

He cleared his throat again, trying to straighten his back and look as formal as he should in the suit he was wearing. He offered her a small smile “She is the right one. I think I've decided. I-” he paused, glancing at the pile of files and therefore other candidates which he had absolutely not even taken a glimpse at and he hoped she wouldn't comment on it “I've thought things through, yes.” because no man could make such a decision so hastily, he knew, and yet he looked like he just had “I'm glad for all the candidates it means a lot but uhm Miss (Y/l/n) seems to be indeed the right one. I think she will do just fine yes.”

“Wonderful.” she smiled more, nodding her head “If it means anything, she seemed happy when she was presented with your case.” oh if only she knew just how much it really meant to him, ask his wildly-beating heart and everyone would know just how much “Now, you understand that while you seem pretty sure and confident with your choice, you will have to give it some more time, more than anything to get in touch with the surrogate herself and discuss through any specific terms you might have. We will be the ones to set a meeting. Of course there are legal issues that need to be taken care of, but you're a lawyer yourself so you probably know that better than anybody else already.”

“Y-yes uh of course, yes, legal terms. Mr Wilson will represent me on the matter of course. But you said-” he folded his hands over his lap and threaded his fingers and it was either that or let his nerves show “Meeting her? Will I get to meet her in person soon or...?”

“That, Mr Evans, is completely up to you, how ready and sure you are, how much time you need and how fast you want things to progress.” she said as if she'd had this conversation many times over and she probably had “It could be within a week, a month, or, if you have no doubts, within three days the soonest possible. So, do you need time to think over-”

“The soonest possible. I'd like-” he nodded his head, straightening his suit's jacket “I think it would be best if I could meet with her the soonest possible. She's just what I was looking for.”

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Supernatural and the topic of found family — family don’t end in blood… or does it?

I know I’ve talked a great deal about the way the complete erasure of both Cas and Eileen from the two final episodes of SPN made my blood boil, but after careful consideration and a lot of talking with several very clever people (you know who you are), I think what hurt me the most on top of it all is the way Supernatural decided to essentially throw away an entire section of what made the show what it was for the best part of the last decade and a half: the topic of found family, and how they’ve carefully crafted so many important side characters and relationships only to throw them all away for the sake of having one last episode essentially disconnected from the rest of the story.

[Because I’ve talked about in great length over the course of the past week and a half, and although there are undoubtedly more issues with Supernatural’s series finale than just this (ie: the Destiel treatment and the queer erasure, along with the complete erasure of Eileen, the only disabled character this show has ever known), I’m going to concentrate solely on the treatment of found family, and why its erasure from the finale storyline is deeply upsetting on top of being utterly inexplicable. If you want to read an incredible article about this, I’d redirect you to @chill-legilimens article’s, The Trauma of Silence]

When Supernatural started airing in 2005, the show essentially focused on Sam and Dean and their relationship, with a dash of John Winchester and mending the broken pieces between a father and his sons into the mix. The first side character that gets introduced to the audience as some sort of surrogate father to both Winchesters is Bobby (1x22, Devil’s Trap), and he quickly became a fan favorite to the fandom. Interestingly enough, Bobby is also the one who comes up with the “Family don’t end with blood” line (if I’m not mistaken, the first time it’s said on the show is during 3x16, No Rest for the Wicked). Once this line gets said, it quickly became more than just a slogan within the fandom, and it’s often referenced as a motto for the show as well (Dean even uses it during his talk with Crowley in season 10 to explain what family means).

Over the years, so many characters got introduced and became fan favorites (off the top of my head, I can come up with half a dozen already) and have grown within the show, to the point where they’re introduced to the audience as some sort of found family to both Dean and Sam. The boys get invited to Jody Mills’ and her wayward daughter’s house for dinner, spend what can only be qualified as a slumber party watching Game of Thrones with Charlie Bradbury in the bunker, keep running around and bickering with Crowley, spends time in the bunker with Eileen (the margaritas and Sam and Eileen being hungover the morning after in the bunker’s kitchen lives rent-free in my head). Even the Ghostfacers keep popping in almost every season for a decade. The audience gets to learn who these characters are and connect with them on several levels, most of them also becoming fan favorites over time.

But if I had to pick only one side character to make a point, Castiel is undoubtedly the one that comes to mind first.

When Misha Collins came along during season 4, he was only supposed to be in for a couple of episodes and be done with it. But because of his masterful performance (and because the character of Anna, who gets introduced around the same time as Castiel, doesn’t seem to work as well as the writers thought it would), Misha stayed along for the whole ride, and ended his run on Supernatural 12 years and 144 episodes later, with a character that is so beloved by the fandom that it elevated him to the rank of third lead. Castiel is not only an angel of the Lord, he’s also Sam and Dean’s best friend who would do anything to protect them (and, well, has done so, multiple times). He’s grown within the show to the point where the audience directly refers to him as being one of the family, even though he’s not blood, because “Family don’t end with blood” after all.

Another example that is particularly telling over the course of the last couple of seasons is the treatment of Jack’s character, who’s quickly adopted by the boys and referred to as “their kid”, the three of them acting like surrogate dads even though in the end, Jack is Lucifer’s son. Once again, the show makes a point of showing the audience that although Jack is not related to Sam and Dean in any way (I’m guessing since Lucifer is basically Castiel’s brother, he is somewhat related to Cas, but since I don’t have a degree in angel DNA, I can’t 100% be sure), he’s still family, he still matters.

The story basically tells the audience that even though you might not have a blood-related family, that doesn’t prevent you to find people along your life’s journey that becomes intrinsically connected to your story, both on a deeply emotional and practical level. It tells you that you’re not required to have a blood family to be someone’s kid, or sister, or brother. It tells you that blood doesn’t define who you choose to share your life with, and most importantly, it tells you that you’re allowed to choose.

So why on Earth did anyone think that ending Supernatural’s 15-year run with an episode that essentially showcases Sam and Dean and sidelines the wide majority of the family they found along the way (with the exception of OG Bobby showing up in Heaven) was a good idea?

Don’t get me wrong, I love Bobby, I really do… But what was the excuse for not having either Misha back (the literal third lead of the show, who confessed to being in love with Dean, the second lead of the show, two episodes prior), or Alex (Jack being one of the main focus of the past two seasons at least)? I get that Covid made all of this difficult, but you can’t tell me you’ve been able to bring back Mark Pellegrino’s Lucifer for a two minutes and a half cameo in 15x19, but not Misha fucking Collins to end his character’s arc (and Dean’s, who’s arc is deeply wired with Castiel’s) after 12 years.

I’m gonna say it again, because I feel like it’s been used as an excuse for everything ever since the finale aired: Covid cannot be the sole excuse for everything. It cannot account for the absence of literally EVERYONE around the Winchesters.

At that point, I should probably add that although I was incredible baffled by the one-off mention of Cas (well, two, if you count Sam saying he misses him and Dean deflecting during the Pie Fest at the beginning of the episode), what probably set me off the most is the part of Dean’s death speech where he says “when it all came down to it, it was always you and me, it’s always been you and me”.

I’m sorry Dean, you know I love you to pieces, but what the actual fuck was that? What does it even mean? That single line essentially strips away any kind of meaningful contribution of any side characters… Including Castiel “always happy to bleed for the Winchesters”’s, and Jack’s who quite literally saved the whole world ONE EPISODE PRIOR.

Not to mention that the fact we don’t get to see Cas again leave Dean’s entire character’s arc incomplete. What was the point of season 15, which focused so deeply on Dean and Cas’ relationship, if in the end the entire character’s arc gets dropped?

So what’s the message being sent here?

“Found family was a myth, it’s always been sorely about the Winchesters”?

“Ha! Tricked ya!”?

Why did Supernatural, after a decade and a half spent consolidating the contribution of side characters, decided to essentially throw it all away?

Why did Supernatural, after a decade spent crafting meaningful relationships within the show, decided to light it all up on fire and end its run with an episode that basically tells the audience that none of it really mattered, it’s always been sorely about Dean and Sam.

I would’ve been fine with a Sam and Dean episode if Castiel had more than a one-off mention, if they didn’t give Sam a blurry wife, if Dean had the funeral he deserved (with a rock band, whisky, and all the fellow hunters and family he found along the way), if Sam didn’t spend the rest of his life mourning his brother. I would’ve been fine with only getting Jim Beaver on screen (because Covid) if we had been given something more than just Dean driving for his last 5 minutes on screen. It would have been FINE, if Supernatural hadn’t essentially forgotten about what made Supernatural, well, Supernatural.

Long story short, I feel tricked. And I know a lot of you feel tricked too, because this isn’t what we’ve been fed for the past 15 years. Supernatural was a show about finding your way through life and death and horror and trauma, with help from people you found along the way who became linked to your story because you cared for each other. And Supernatural ended by telling us that found family didn’t really matter, that Dean was always going to die on a random hunt, that Sam could never be truly happy without his brother by his side. Talk about a downgrade, uh?

I don’t know why they decided to throw their entire legacy to the wind. Truth be told, I don’t think we’ll ever get to know. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to stay pissed about it. That doesn’t mean I’m going to ever be okay with my favorite show deciding to end its run with a finale episode so deeply disconnected from their 15-year story that it felt utterly shallow.

They said “Family don’t end with blood”… But after all of this, doesn’t it, though?

#idk what this is i had a lot of feelings #spn meta #sorta #found family #spn #spn 15x20 #jus.meta

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atlabeth · 3 years

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Well first off I just want to say congrats on your 200 followers!!!!! You deserve it. In your prompt list I want to do #32. Can you do a Sokka x fem reader where she is Toph’s older sister and they start dating. It can be apart of the ATLA timeline or modern it’s up to you 😊

come back safe - sokka x fem!beifong reader

summary: you and sokka have to part ways in ba sing se, but he’s not letting you go without saying his piece.

a/n: im just gonna assume that you meant 32 from the fluff list, if you meant angst or general then im sorry!! but thank you sm for requesting :-) and a personal thank you for always sending in asks, your support for transferred means the world!!!

also i did this surprisingly fast?? me getting a request done in a reasonable amount of time?? who am i ???

wc: 1.2k

warning(s): some sad sokka moments and some very intense dramatic irony lmao, but mostly fluff

32. “Well, it’s a good thing I don’t plan on doing that.”

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Parting from your friends was never easy. Ever since you had run away from home with your sister, Team Avatar had become a surrogate family, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Toph was a whirlwind in her own way, but Aang, Katara, and Sokka all got her in ways that your parents never had, not to mention how you were finally able to be yourself away from the world of Earth Kingdom nobility. You couldn’t offer Aang any of the earthbending wisdom you sister had in spades, but your skill with blades made you a valuable asset nonetheless.

That connection made it so much harder to separate.

After leaving Gaoling, you had never been apart from the group for longer than a couple of days. But visiting your mother would take at least a week, not to mention everyone else was going off in their own directions — Aang to visit a guru to help control the Avatar State, Sokka to see his dad, Katara staying in the city to aid the Earth King. You would all be saying goodbye for an unprecedented amount of time.

To put it in simple terms? You were freaking out.

You and Toph had gone against direct orders from your parents to join the Avatar, and no sooner had you earned the support of the Earth King when you found out about the letter from your mother. It was.. strange, to say the least.

As Beifongs, you were held to impossible standards, and what the two of you did broke every single one of them. You were skeptical when you first read the letter to Toph, but she was so excited at the possibility of your parents finally coming to accept the two of you that you couldn’t say no.

After taking care of last minute affairs, you ended up back in your room to begin packing. You and your sister would be making the journey on foot, so you wanted to be prepared for anything that could happen — you might’ve just been going through the Upper Ring, but you had come to not discount anything in Ba Sing Se.

You finished folding the last of Toph’s clothes and closed the bag, and at that moment you heard a knock on the door. “It’s open!” you called as you moved onto your own pack. You glanced up to see your visitor, and the corner of your lips quirked up when you saw it was Sokka.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey yourself,” he said as he shut the door behind him. “Listen, do you have a moment to talk? Before you leave, I mean. I know you’re on a tight schedule and all.”

“I always have a moment for you.” You set another article of clothing in your bag and clapped your hands together softly as you turned to face him. “What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about where you’re going. You know, you and Toph going to see your mom.”

“Oh, yeah. Exciting, isn’t it? It’ll be an interesting meeting.” You chuckled, a notion lacking in mirth. “Wonder what she’s going to say after we gave up our entire lives to help the Avatar without their permission.”

“Just.. whatever goes on, be safe, okay? If you get hurt out there, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

The sincerity in his voice shocked you a bit, but you gave him a light punch on the shoulder, choosing to shoot back in your usual joking manner. “Well, it’s a good thing I don’t plan on doing that.”

“I’m serious, Y/N.”

You smiled and shrugged as you folded another tunic and placed it into your bag. “Sokka, we’re just going to the edge of the upper ring. You have nothing to worry about!”

He sighed and shook his head. “Look. I don’t have the best track record with people that I’m close to. I couldn’t save my mom, and I couldn’t protect our tribe, and I couldn’t save Yue. It’s like the moment I start to care about anyone, something bad happens to them, and I can’t do anything to stop it. And now you’re going off to the city to see your mom, and even though it’s so close, I just can’t shake this feeling, and I— I don’t know what I’ll do with myself if something happens to you too.”

Your brows creased as the full weight of his words hit you. “Sokka.. are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

He stepped closer and took your hands in his, those ocean eyes holding a softness you had never seen before. “I care about you, Y/N, so much that it hurts. So I know it sounds ridiculous, but I need you to promise me that you’ll come home safe.”

There was only a moment’s hesitation before you tugged on his hands to bring him even closer, your eyes fluttering shut as your lips met his.

“I care about you too,” you responded quietly, a small smile gracing your features. “And I promise I’ll be safe. Just for you.”

“Good.” He smiled as well and gave you another soft kiss, one that quickly became more heated as you got lost in each other. You could feel the pure emotion, the sadness, that he poured into it, and that feeling made you want to give this boy everything in the world. You had almost tuned out the world completely until the door was pushed open and Aang’s voice rang through the air.

“Sokka, are you almost ready? I saw you come in h— oh, spirits, I’m so sorry!”

You and Sokka immediately separated, jumping apart from each other so quickly you nearly tripped over your own feet. You quickly gathered yourself and leaned against the table your bags were set on, giving Aang an easy-going smile in an attempt to cover up your breathlessness.

“Aang!” Your voice was unnaturally high as you used your hands to talk. “He was just… checkin’ in on me. Making sure that I was ready. Just.. nothing going on here. Just.. two friends.. bein’ friends. And.. gettin’ ready. As friends.”

You could hear Sokka snort behind you as he tried to keep his composure as well — Aang, meanwhile, was as red as a fire ferret as he began to back away.

“You know, I can just come back later! Or you can come to me, Sokka. Whenever you’re ready. I won’t tell anyone, I promise!” He gave you guys one last slightly panicked smile then darted off, causing the two of you to dissolve into laughter.

You glanced at Sokka with a shy smile as you felt your cheeks burning up, and that just made him laugh even harder. “Think he’ll keep that promise?”

You sighed happily and shrugged. “You know what? I don’t even care. And I think I’ll try extra hard to stay alive if it means there’s more kisses like that in the future.”

Sokka gave you a heart-melting smile and walked over to the door. “Just come home safe, and you’ll get all the kisses you want.”

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remuscore · 3 years

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I’m out here dying of deprivation of Logan parent fluff from parent au help meh!

here ya go anon idk if this is considered fluffy but it killed me writing so

Do I need warnings??? Idk there is a mention of abortion but that’s it ig

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Logan wasn’t an emotional man.

His old therapist said he had suffered emotional neglect for years, and therefore, has trouble with his emotions. Feeling numb was his default, if not that, then it was frustration. He remembers his classmates and coworkers calling him a robot that has no feelings and he played along. They were right in some capacity.

He didn’t blame his mother for how he was raised. She was a busy woman and his father wasn’t in the picture. She didn’t have time to worry about his emotional growth. But he did sometimes look back at his childhood and wonder what it would be like if he had understood his emotions.

He’s sure that becoming a father would have been a lot less stressful if he had.

Logan never felt more emotional than when Janus entered his life. From happiness when he heard her surrogate was pregnant, to fear when the doctor told him that Janus was experiencing problems in the womb. He never felt more heartbroken in his life when they discussed the possibilities of aborting his child. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt heartbroken in fact.

But Janus didn’t stop fighting. She was born only 4 pounds and she survived. She had a birthmark that covered almost half her body and that scared Logan half to death when he saw it, but the doctors had reassured him later that it wasn’t anything to worry about for now. Her growth was falling behind the others and she suffered from seizures. She was diagnosed with Tourettes, came out as trans, faced trauma after trauma as she continued to grow.

But she still lived. She could still smile and tell Logan about her day after school or work or even just something funny her friends’ said today.

Logan has never been more scared, worried, and relieved in his entire life then when he was raising Janus. He’s never been so overwhelmed by everything he was feeling. It was terrifying not knowing how to handle these new feelings. It felt like just when he thought he could get the hang of one new emotion, three more arrived in its place.

It was utterly exhausting.

“Dad! I’m home from work!” Janus shut the door behind her, pulling off her visor and smoothing down her hair. “Roman and Virgil almost got me fired today, but I got a 94 on my calculus test today, so it evens out.”

Logan smiled from where he was sitting at the table, grading some papers. “That’s good. And did you cheat this time?”

“Maybe,” Janus shrugged. She pulled out a chair beside her father and looked over his work with him. “Even if I did, she wouldn’t have noticed. How’s those essays?”

Logan pushed a pile over to Janus. “Here are the worst ones. You can read them, but please don’t go cyberbullying my students on social media again because they don’t know basic grammar. They’re 14.”

Janus blew a raspberry at him and picked up the first essay, marked with a red 45 in the corner. Logan smiled to himself and continued marking the page in front of him.

Even with all the overwhelming stress she had caused him for the past 17 years, Janus made him feel almost half normal. Logan wouldn’t change a thing.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #janus sanders #parent au #it speaks

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deans-haunted-baby · 3 years

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Dadstiel Shoulder Touch Analysis

I want to take some time to discuss something about this incredible father/son dynamic that I don’t think gets enough recognition. And that is their connection. A connection layered in so many different attributes yet primarily based on physical touch. Apologies this is going to be long. Despite my saltiness towards Supernatural as I feel the show squandered them during its run, I really love the amount of attention to detail that was put into Castiel and Jack’s relationship. It kind of has a Terminator inspired vibe going on which I can’t deny enjoying. The bodyguard and the future savior of mankind. And this bond was in development all the way back in season 12; long before Jack was born.

During 12x19 it’s through his mother Kelly, that the son of Lucifer forges an emotional attachment with the trench-coated angel whom he imprints on to be his surrogate dad. From the moment Castiel puts his hand on her belly, and feels Jack, they instantly fall in love with each other. At first touch. Trusting each other completely without the slightest bit of doubt as they sense the other’s good aura. It’s a devotion unlike anything Cas has ever experienced in his millions of years. Even more than what he’s felt for Sam and Dean. And it happens before he and Jack even get to see each other. Their bond becomes intensely essential that it boosts Castiel’s grace, allowing him to protect Kelly and her son from Dagon as well as cause a rip in time and space.

After Jack is born and in the care of the Winchesters, scared, lost and confused yet curious as an infant in an adolescent body; the child wanders aimlessly searching for Castiel. All he wants in that moment is to be with Castiel because that is who he recognizes as his father. Missing him and needing to feel that same warmth, protection and compassion he felt from inside his mother’s womb. However, following the tragic circumstances that led to the angel’s unexpected death at the hands of Jack’s biological dad in 12x23, these two are forcibly separated in the beginning of season 13. Until Jack instinctively resurrects Castiel out of the Empty through his own will and desire alone at the very end of 13x03. Proving that no matter how far away they are, the tether between them can’t be broken.

These two don’t even need an introduction from Sam and Dean when 13x06 finally reunites them for the first time. Jack immediately knows who Castiel is going off on his mother’s memories. And their reunion comes so naturally. There’s no awkwardness, no hesitation or apprehensiveness emanating from the angel’s presence. Jack just walks right up to Cas, puts his arms around him and tells him how much he missed him. Its as if they’d never been apart. And afterwards they spend nearly the entire episode practically inseparable. Getting to know each other as father and son. And that goes without saying, while Jack did bond with the Winchesters in person first, there is no comparison to the Nephilim boy’s emotional attachment towards the angel.

This special relationship is very significant to both of them. Around each other they’re at their most happiest. Castiel is constantly at Jack’s side; and ALMOST ALWAYS tenderly touching him, namely his shoulders or protectively holding him by the arm and the child wholly reciprocates this. In Castiel’s gentle physical touch Jack is given a sense of security, solace, reassurance and comfort. Same as he’d had as an unborn baby. Not only is this the angel’s way of demonstrating his affection, empathy and devotion towards his son but this is actually how he non-verbally tells Jack that he loves him. Its purely unconditional. And this gesture isn’t one-sided as I will acknowledge later. Jack desires Cas’s tangible nearness as much as his dad does which is why they’re so magnetically pulled together in all of their scenes on the show.

Even when they’re at conflict with each other or arguing, Castiel never fails to let Jack know that he’s always safe and loved. That he isn’t afraid of him. His son could be in pain, angry, or vengeful in the moment and Castiel’s affection for that child will never waver. He’ll endlessly put his own life at risk in order to reach Jack; who is far more powerful than he is via his archangel half. Like the convivence store scene in 13x23 when Jack attacks a civilian believing he’d killed his friend and Cas does his best to subdue him. Whether Jack wants it or not at the time, he needs his dad’s emotional support; and the angel can’t stand the thought of his son harmed or hurting. He’s easily saddened whenever Jack refuses his touch as shown in 13x21 when he was very upset over Sam’s temporary death and rips away Cas’s hand as he’s trying to console him.

Supernatural really emphasizes the powerful connection Castiel and Jack share using physical communication in nearly every one of their episodes. Its these wonderful details they do onscreen that illustrates the depth of love these characters have for each other. Unfortunately though, they didn’t get to interact much during season 13. Yet the small portions in their four episodes together is exceptionally substantial. While we’re on the subject, the shoulder touches are definitely a Dadstiel thing. It’s their signature sign of affection and theirs’s only. Don’t believe me, let me give you an example of a specific scene in 14x19 between Jack and Sam; which takes place in the aftermath of Jack’s accidental killing of the Winchesters’ mother Mary.

Dean and Sam conspire to trick and lock away the soulless infant Nephilim in a mystical coffin as punishment with the intention of finding a solution that will end his life. Sam is the reluctant main player in this scheme of using his influence over the child in order to gain his trust and sway him into his fate. Just before Jack’s about to be led to the room and put into the box, scared and uncertain, Sam then puts his hand on his shoulder telling him they need to keep him safe while giving him an awkward grin. And look at Jack’s expression as this happens. It reads shattered. He immediately knows something’s wrong. Sam is touching him just like Castiel…except this is nothing like Castiel. His dad’s shoulder touches are always so tender and loving.

Jack can literally feel Cas’s devotion for him in every tangibility. But here he doesn’t feel that from Sam at all. Its cold, fearful and empty just like he is on the inside. Rendering him even more nervous. Speaking of season 14 the father/son content we get between Castiel and Jack is even better that year as its all about their relationship growing and strengthening into something far deeper than it was in the previous seasons 12 and 13. It’s the year their bond is put through the ultimate test. Where Jack is made human after Lucifer steals his grace and Cas dominantly steps into his role as a father.

Providing Jack with a certain guidance, boundaries, and stability in episodes 14x01, 14x02, 14x03, 14x09 and 14x10 unlike what he’d received from Sam and Dean. Castiel takes on all the difficult tasks of parenting ranging from scolding to teaching his son about death, responsibility, self-restraint, patience and the tribulations of growing up. He doesn’t raise his voice ever when he speaks to Jack. And is completely there 100% for his son from the beginning…and the end of his life. Although Castiel is an angel he is very much a pivotal link to Jack’s humanity and vice versa as well as a link to his celestial side. While he greatly admires and looks up to the Winchesters, its through Cas’s influence that the infant Nephilim aspires to be a good person.

Jack never wants to become the monster his biological father was; desperate to break out of that mold once in for all. And he isn’t alone. Castiel is right there with Jack every step of the way. Ready to challenge and encourage his son whenever he does something decent or makes a mistake. He doesn’t hesitate to tell his son when he’s proud of him. And sometimes he’s there to coddle Jack during times of crisis as displayed in the 14x09 showdown with AU!Michael where the angel takes a second to heal Jack’s minor facial wounds. I just love that tiny focal point of Cas in the background, as the Winchesters are talking, putting his hand on Jack’s shoulder before using his powers on him. As if to keep him calm; like a parent reassuring their nervous kid that it won’t hurt.

Throughout the first part of season 14 we’re blessed with so much affectionate Dadstiel moments like the after-the-battle angst talk in 14x01 where Castiel reminds a very frustrated Jack “you’ve got me” as he declares he has nothing. Or 14x08 after Jack’s death and they’re bittersweetly reunited in Heaven with Kelly; all smiles, touching shoulders and hugging each other as if they can’t bear to be separated. Followed with that heartfelt moment of Castiel tenderly touching his son’s cheeks, sadly looking at him with so much adoration, as he sends his soul back to his body. Then there was their unforgettable father/son pep talk in regards to the vulnerability of Jack’s soul; Castiel just gives his son’s shoulder a gentle squeeze as he leaves the room. Again, this is how these two say “I love you”.

And I couldn’t very go in depth of this analysis without mentioning 14x20′s Jack death scene 2.0; Castiel helplessly touches his son, who’s screaming on the ground in agony, trying desperately to ease his suffering. Yah this was particularly very hard for me to watch witnessing Castiel going out of his mind, completely unable to save Jack from enduring such a painful end to his life. Once was already cruel enough on me. And of course 15x01 continued that vicious trend of Castiel harrowingly protecting his son’s corpse, carrying him over the shoulder in a fireman’s hold as he runs through the cemetery, then gently lays him down on the floor in a mausoleum. I get emotional watching Cas cradling Jack’s head as he positions him comfortably; letting his touch linger unable to let go. He doesn’t even care what happens to him in this moment as long as his son’s body is safe. Very strong symbolism of a parent who will never abandon their child long after they’re gone.

On a side note I want to quickly call attention to how much I revere the Dadstiel healing parallels in 14x09 and 14x14 plus BONUS: Jack almost-killing Castiel in 15x13 so he can talk to Ruby in the Empty. These just add some nice little textures in their dynamic which compliments their ongoing tradition of showing devotion through physical communication. And both the healing scenes and the temporary death scene are composited very similarly. Focused on Castiel and Jack’s hands in the process of relieving the other’s pain/life.

Touch is exhibited as being a very crucial element for both of these characters when it comes to their iron-clad relationship. That palpable part of Castiel and Jack’s connection keeps them closely-knit. Its their familial instinct and how they express their feelings for each other. If they aren’t kneading shoulders, the angel duo is often standing beside each other or firmly linked at the arms. And this usually happens during moments of extreme stress, joy, sorrow, pain or fear. Jack relies so much on Castiel’s parental presence. He respects his authority, disobeying only when his actions feel necessary, and will go to the angel whenever he wants to talk or vent. Jack is also comfortable with Castiel enough to confide his darkest secrets no matter how awful they are. That’s the foundation of the everlasting trust built between them. They’re just tethered to one another in such a way that nothing will divide them.

I’ll begin with the hospital scene from 14x07 where Castiel is being the rock to his ailing son who can barely stand on his feet. There’s so much anxiety radiating off him in this moment as he struggles with watching Jack suffer; holding him so close. Staring at his face you can tell this horrible situation is ripping him apart. Actually, the entire episode is basically just Castiel silently enduring the pain of Jack dying.

The second set of screencaps underneath are of 14x10; Jack is agitated by AU!Michael’s antagonistic claims that his family’s love for him isn’t unconditional. Reading into one of his greatest fears. But then Castiel instantly calls out to his son, grabs the crook of his arm; gently reassuring him none of this is true. And Jack doesn’t resist this as he knows his dad is sincere. He never has to question Cas’s feelings towards him as his physical touch alone is self-explanatory. But when it comes to the Winchesters, that’s a whole other conversation.

Next, we have one of my favorite emotionally-charged Dadstiel moments in 14x14; where in a fit of panic because the anti venom wasn’t working Jack, going against Castiel’s warnings not to risk burning off his soul, is compelled to use his powers to save his dad. And I love this because this time its Jack who’s the one initiating all the physical contact. Just as the recovered angel demands what he’s done, his son responds with a soft “you’re okay” and the “I love you dad” shoulder touch as well as firmly gripping his arm.

Finally stepping away from season 14 I’m going to briefly go over the caps from season 15. Let’s begin with 15x11 the Dadstiel reunion scene at the church which is so beautifully poignant. Castiel is so overjoyed to see Jack alive that he takes a second to look over his equally stunned son, touching his shoulders before they embrace. This is by far one of Cas and Jack’s top father/son moments on the show and it’s done so effectively. If you want a more in-depth description for what I love about this scene, you can read my post about it here.

After that is the 15x13 Dadstiel moment where Castiel, suspicious of Jo’s story about the Occultum, had asked Jack to temporarily kill him in order to go see Ruby in the Empty. Two things I really like about this; 1. even though Jack still doesn’t have a soul, is very concerned about and protective over Castiel because of that deal. And 2. again Jack is initiating all the touching in this scene; look at the way he grasps his dad’s arm as he returns him to life. It’s almost as if he’s hoping the touch of his hand will not only speed up the process but also reach his dad so his essence isn’t lost forever.

And then we have 15x17. We didn’t get much Dadstiel interaction in this episode but the amount of times Castiel protectively holds onto his agonized child, who’d been turned into a cosmic bomb about to go off any minute, having no regard for the danger he’s in is so visually gut-wrenching. There’s a specific moment in the scene where, as Sam and Dean are arguing, Castiel is sitting on the floor just clutching Jack tight. Trying to non-verbally soothe him.

And this is followed up in the first half of 15x18, aka THEIR VERY LAST EPISODE TOGETHER ever on Supernatural. Here is where everything about their connection comes full circle with Castiel refusing to abandon Jack no matter the situation. Demonstrating the extent of his devotion by willing to die for his child just as he’d sacrificed his happiness to save Jack from the Empty. Because that is his son and nothing not even death itself can ever destroy what they have. Much as the young Nephilim boy begs for his dad to stay away, yells that he doesn’t want to hurt him; Castiel kneeling to Jack’s eye-level doesn’t leave his side. Then when Jack disappears to the Empty and reappears back at the bunker reformed, Castiel’s hand remains firmly glued to his son’s shoulder. He doesn’t want Jack to feel afraid or traumatized any further.

This was such an intense part of the episode I mean just look at how stressed out these two were. The anguish in their expressions. Simply put, Cas and Jack cannot bare to live without the other. They’re each other’s home; two sides of the same soul. Castiel loves all of Jack; the good, the bad and the ugly. This is an EPIC father and son’s love that knows no bounds. So powerful and pure that it transcended the loss of Jack’s soul, Lucifer’s DNA, the Empty, Mary Winchester’s death and everything else in between. Oh, and guess what, their “I love you” Dadstiel shoulder touches aren’t limited to just their hands. Its in every single one of their hugs too.

Notice how their chins or faces just comfortably rest on top of each other’s shoulders. And except for 14x20 their eyes are shut, as if to savor every single second of that closeness. Jack just buries himself against Castiel like he’s never felt safer with anyone else in the whole universe. And both of them hold each other; giving and receiving the other’s love with their whole self. Like I can’t even begin to describe how much Castiel and Jack’s softness towards each other just melts my heart. Their relationship, despite the horror tongue-in-cheek atmosphere of SPN, is surprisingly sweet, healthy and endearing. They are the epitome of true unconditional love and a great contrast to the Winchester brothers. In my humble opinion Castiel and Jack’s father/son dynamic is the best thing to happen to this show in a long while.

For the closing segment of this analysis I want to do something special before I discuss the paralleled-angst driven Dadstiel shoulder touches in 15x15 and 15x18. First off, I can’t shout enough praise from the rooftops about the insanely remarkable chemistry between Alexander Calvert and Misha Collins. Just brilliant casting. They embody these characters heart and soul and make this relationship feel so real, genuine and grounded. The fact that they look so similar in appearance really sells the idea that these two could actually be father and son. Forget the scripts, the quiet subtly these two bring to Castiel and Jack is the true magic of their relationship.

Let me start with the Dadstiel centric 15x15 aka THE BEST EPISODE of Supernatural season 15. This amazing masterpiece of art is everything I could’ve asked for and more; giving me so much precious father/son content that I will cherish forever. I really enjoyed seeing Castiel and Jack in those matching ties, bonding with each other over a case while they save the day. It’s a shame this show never let these two have more solo adventures together because they’re truly a joy to watch onscreen. Fingers crossed for that spinoff.

But I digress, the car scene in question happens at the very end of the episode in which Jack reveals the alarming truth that he has to die in order to stop Chuck and Amara. And Castiel, visibly and outspokenly distraught by this news, has to be assuaged with that infamous shoulder touch by his son; who’s in just as much pain. This is without a doubt one of most emotional scenes between these two characters out of the last three seasons of the show and quite possibly one of Misha and Alex’s strongest acting moments after the Dadstiel church reunion in 15x11. They killed it with the feels here. I like the attention to detail, the shadows and the colors in the shot, the melancholic score as well as how it seamlessly switches from Jack’s perspective to Castiel’s. Seriously watching this scene always makes me cry its so devastating.

Lastly, we have the Dadstiel car scene in 15x18; and Castiel and Jack’s LAST ONE-ON-ONE together. I’m kind of disappointed by this if I’m being honest. Its not that its bad its just not that definitively great for a final scene between these characters. Especially after four seasons of development. Where are the stakes? Why don’t Jack and Castiel seem as concerned about their situation? Cute as that smile was it doesn’t fit the tone. And where’s that punch in the gut knowing something is going to separate these two any second? It’s too light and doesn’t come off like a goodbye or a cathartic bookend which is what I wanted to take away from the episode considering its title “Despair”.

I mean if they were going to follow up on that heartbreaking car scene at the end of “Gimme Shelter”, the 15x18 scene wasn’t the way to do it. So, the weight of this final interaction feels almost non-existent. Maybe if it had taken place at night and the dialogue solely focused on them not the Winchesters it would’ve faired better. But since this isn’t a rant post I’ll cut to the chase by saying that the only saving grace this moment has happens in the last part. Jack’s in tears telling his dad how scared he is that he can’t use his powers to protect anyone. Coming off very childlike and vulnerable; needing that parental protection that Castiel was always known for. And sure enough, he gives Jack that final “I love you” shoulder touch which I swear had me choked a little.

Rethinking about it now that the show is over actually makes their final moment together really sad as incomplete as it is. I not only look back on how much these characters were drastically underutilized but how much the Dadstiel storyline could’ve been executed better with all the development that it was given. Well there you have it my full Dadstiel shoulder-touch analysis. Hope you’ve enjoyed!

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storyshark2005 · 3 years

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Excerpt from "East of Eden" for Kon-El Week

I'm not nearly ready to publish, this thing is like 130k and not finished, and I intend to do some real big kid editing when the rough draft is done, BUT it is Kon-El Week so I figure that's occasion enough to show a 2k work snippet. The fic is basically Lex raising Conner Luthor. In this clip, Conner, 15, has very recently found out that half is DNA is Superman's. The story will be Clark/Lex, and have a major Conner-becomes-Superboy plot arc.

Also, the reference to "Geoffrey, the Federal Judge's son" is my small nod/Easter Egg to one of my fanfiction heroes, @rageprufrock, whose blood, sweat, and tears (and years) produced my favorite Conner Luthor of all time in the beautiful, epic, "Conflicts of Interest" series. Thank you for your Conner, and I hope my clone boy has half the light and life of yours.

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Excerpt:

Good Morning, Metropolis

Conner cracks his eyes open, early dawn light spilling over his bed covers, the same room he’d woken up in almost everyday since he can remember.

They’d had to stay at the hotel for two days while Rico and his crew cleaned up and repaired the penthouse, and they were still working, because not only had Conner destroyed the penthouse windows, but every window and piece of glassware on the top three floors of LexCorp Tower. They didn’t have an explanation for Rico but he never asked questions because Lex kept him busy with all of the Superman-related damage in the 30% of Luthor-owned Metropolis.

Conner has long-ago accepted that he lived kind of a freakish life, even compared to his Excelsior classmates: Kit’s maternal grandfather founded a hair-care empire worth $800 million dollars; Peyton’s father owned some retail conglomerate worth close to a billion; Taylor’s father was Jeff Bezos’ cousin, and so was proximately wealthy; oh, and there was Geoffrey, the Federal Judge’s son, who was the “poor one” with an estate value totaling just under ten million.

Last week Kit had waved the glossy cover of Forbes in Conner’s face, asking him whether he “whacked off into a pile of money every night before bed, or into his solid gold toilet?”

Kit had never been inside of a grocery store, either, so Conner told him he could fuck off, and also the secretly-planned joyride to Gotham in the Porsche was now permanently cancelled.

That had been last week, but it felt like years ago, now. Because that bickering conversation was before Conner had found out he had no mother; before he found out his father had lied to him his entire life; before he found out that half his DNA came from fucking Superman-- which Dad had said he couldn’t ever, ever tell anybody about, no matter how cool it was.

Cool, and brain-numbing, and sort of sad, because Conner didn’t have a mother.

Conner didn’t have a mother-- was the only single human (half-human) on the planet who didn’t have a mother-- everybody had a mother! Even Superman had a mother!! And so, in a way, Conner was even more freakish than Superman-- an alien! From outer space!

It was funny, because it’s not like he’d had one before. His father had always answered Conner’s questions about his mother with evasive half-answers, “you don’t need to know her name”, she was a IVF donor, a surrogate, she “wasn’t a mother in any real sense.” But Conner had always assumed that he had, you know, an X-chromosome from a human female-- that genetically he was at least in lockstep with his peers.

Once when he was ten, in a bid to flush out more information, Conner had asked his father “What if my mother gave me some freakish hereditary disease?! What if I have Huntington’s or something?! What if I’m a paranoid schizophrenic?! WHAT IF I HAVE HEMOPHILIA?!”

His father had calmly reassured Conner that LexCorp doctors had conducted a full panel of genetic tests on him as a baby, and that he “couldn’t be healthier than if he was engineered.”

He can almost appreciate just how spectacular an example of “lie by omission” it really was.

Conner stretches his toes, glancing over at his bed stand, and the file laying on top of his phone. The file with old printouts dating back to 2002, before Conner was born. Not even born, but... “attained successful fertilization?” Ugh. There were charts and lab notes, detailing every step of Conner’s conception, dates with concise little observations like “embryo viable” and “rate of cellular mitosis normal”. In the file, they didn’t even call him by his name. He had a designation-- “CNR-15”. A namesake so depressingly desolate that Conner hadn’t gotten out of bed for half a day.

And it was sort of a bummer, too. Superman at least had cool powers, like super-speed and super-strength, and laser vision, and he could fly! So far the only thing Conner could do was cry hard enough to break windows. It was just his luck that the half of DNA he got from his super Dad was the lame half.

He grabs for his phone and clicks it open, pulling up the selfie photo from Saturday night. He stares at it, zooming in and out with a pinch of his fingers. He didn’t even look real-- he looked big and bright and made up-- the deep blue spandex, the S-shield shining and proud over his chest like one of King Arthur’s knights, the red cape falling regally from his broad shoulders.

“Clark,” he whispers, feeling the shape of the name in his mouth, bookended by the harsh ‘K’ sounds and the last voiceless, coronal stop of the T. “Clark..Kent. Clarkent. Clark Kent is Superman. Superman is...” my Dad, he finishes wordlessly. He finds it hard to say out loud.

Conner reaches out a finger, touches Superman’s big smiling face, noticing the sharp, slightly crooked incisors, which Conner had had before the braces in middle school. They had similar noses, too, he thinks. And the hair of course.

People had always said, you must look like your mother. Besides the eyes there wasn’t much there, which used to make him sad. He’d wanted to look like a Luthor, not the nameless egg donor who hadn’t even bothered to leave a name, much less a birthday card or an explanation.

Of course. None of that was relevant anymore.

The truth is mapped out in front of him, right here on his phone, and it’s spelled out in the file with charts of sequenced DNA, labeled neatly with abbreviations Conner doesn’t understand. There are photographs of what his father had called his maturation chamber, progress shots of a little floating tadpole Conner, then a peanut-sized blob, then fingers and toes, then something resembling an actual human--

Half-human.

Conner’s thoughts are cut off by three efficient raps at his door.

“I’m UP--”

Mercy pokes her head in the door, probably making sure he was decent.

“That doesn’t look like ‘UP’ to me.” She pushes into the room. “Let’s go, your Dad’s almost off his conference call--”

Uh oh. She’s got that gleam in her eyes.

“Mercy- DON’T, I’m getting up-- HEY!”

The bottom covers and sheet yank cruelly up and off, and the soft little cave of warm air is rudely invaded. Conner scrambles up, regrouping to tuck the comforter back under his feet.

“You know one day you’re going to do that when I’m naked under here and traumatize us both,” Conner grumbles, throwing his phone on the stand. He swings his legs around but waits to flip the covers back from his lap.

“Do you mind--”

Mercy snorts but turns, squaring her shoulders. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Right. Not weird at all.

“Actually--” he calls from the walk-in closet, pulling a school uniform from its hanger. “About that-- if I was born in a lab, then you didn’t really change my diapers, did you?”

He pulls the slacks up, and peeks his head out to glare at the dark-haired bodyguard.

“I met you when you were three, and you were still shitting your pants.”

“Oh bullshit--”

He and Mercy have this thing about cursing in front of each other. His Dad used to make him put $20 in the swear jar because cursing was both ‘unattractive and a sign of the unintelligent.’ But Mercy always laughed when he said ‘fuck’ so he’d made a point to say it as much as possible from the time he was little and she’d caught on.

The buttons on his shirt go all crooked, and he has to start again.

“So-- you remember the lab?”

He hears her fingers still from whatever she was messing with on his desk. “I do.”

He finished with the buttons and steps out of the closet in socked feet, pulling the tie across his shoulders.

“Well what was it like?”

She turns, putting down the Batman action figure. “It was a lab. It was very clean.”

“Well that’s... illuminating.” He grumbles, and pulls the ends of the tie even. Fat end over skinny end-- “I’d like to go see it soon.”

She shook her head. “The lab was destroyed a few months after we took you home.”

Balls. The tie got twisted around somehow.

“What happened?” he yanks the knot loose.

“Your father burned it down.”

“He torched his own lab?!”

Mercy purses her lips in kind of a wry smile. “No. Your other father.”

“SUPERMAN burned down my lab?” he drops the ends of his tie. “Was he trying to kill me?!”

Mercy laughs, and slaps his dumb hands away from the tie. “Here, give it up.”

“Thanks,” he grimaces. “Why’d he burn it down? Did he use his laser eyes?!”

“He wasn’t trying to kill you,” she slips one end under the other. “Chin up-- he knew you were with us already. I think he was worried Lex was trying to replicate the process. And yes--” she smiles. “From the looks of it, he used his ‘laser eyes’.”

Mercy tugged the knot into place, tucking his collar down, smoothing the edges.

“It’s just--” there’s a strange tightness under his ribs. “It’s weird he didn’t come say hello. Right? Even if they had some kind of agreement, or whatever.”

Mercy’s eyes get all soft, the way only Conner can manage to make them.

He sniffs, tugging at his shirt cuffs. “I think I lost my cufflinks.”

She finds them immediately, underneath the copy of Infinite Jest split open and bookmarked by the flat glass surface of his desk.

“They were trying to protect you,” she grabs his wrist, matching the ends of the first little purple and gold piece. “Both of them.”

“Seems like an excuse.” He switches arms.

“Well he’s got his little red panties in a twist about you now.” She slips the other piece into place.

“Mercy, that’s weird--” he turns. “Where are my shoes?”

“Under your bed. What do you want for breakfast?”

“Hmm...” he sits on the bed, fishing out the shiny black oxfords. “Can I have French toast?!”

“An undignified choice,” she grimaces, but pulls out her phone to ring the kitchen staff in the LexCorp restaurant one floor down.

“And delicious!” he flips the second shoe from hand to hand like Mr. Rogers, which he used to watch on TV with Mercy in the long, golden afternoons in the living room before Dad came home from work. Sometimes she’d let him switch it to the five o’clock news, which always ended with a segment called ‘Today with Superman’ about the day’s exploits-- and sometimes the pretty news anchor Melissa Brunner would have caught a quick interview with Superman himself and asked him cool stuff like what his favorite food was (Mom’s meatloaf with ketchup) or his favorite color (anything but green) or if he was a dog or a cat person (definitely dogs).

Mercy plucks his school blazer from the back of his chair and holds it up so Conner could slip his arms through.

He turns and she tugs it into place, briefly rubbing her thumb across a pin bearing the Luthor family crest. “All ready?”

Conner ducks his chin, holding the fabric out to see. “Maybe I should get one of those Superman pins, huh?”

“It’s your funeral.” She rolls her eyes, and holds open the door, sighing impatiently while he spruces his hair into place with a little gel.

“God, you’re worse than Kit.”

Kit. With the hair-care empire. Hardy HAR-HAR.

“Don’t be such a bit--”

She gets him into a headlock long enough to mess up his hair and elicit an undignified squeal, dragging him out of the room and down the hallway, his fingers still tacky from the gel.

“Goddammit--” he tries combing his hair back down. It really threw his “artfully messy” look off equilibrium and into the “slob” end of the spectrum.

As soon as they hit the hallway her face shifts back into “professional Mercy” mode, as it always was around his father.

His father, who was waiting for them in the kitchen, a phone pressed up against his ear. He looked up, waving them forward with one hand.

“Conner,” he pulled the phone back, chin tipped up. “Sit down, we need to talk.”

#Kon-El Week #Conner Kent Week #Superboy Week #Conner Luthor #Clex #fanfiction #WIP #superman #lex luthor #Mercy Graves #east of eden fic

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craftypeaceturtle · 3 years

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A is for Arrival...?

Summary: Remus and Janus are shopping ready for the new arrival for their family.

Note: The start of an AU and series because I’m just a sucker for any type of familiar sides. Romantic Demus and Royality.

Next Part: B is for Baby Time

“Hey Jay?” Remus suddenly stopped; his eyes enormous.

“Yes, dear?” Janus put on a dramatic Victorian tone, his spine straightening with his hand frozen poised with the packet of washing up sponges.

“Do we need to get birthday stuff?” Janus immediately scrunched his face, “No wait! Listen. You celebrate your kid’s birthday every year so surely you celebrate his first ever one ever. Right?”

Janus stared into the distance as he dropped the sponges on the floor, “Call your brother.”

“No,” Remus whined but still pulled up his phone and promptly shoved it into Janus’ chest, “He’ll only make fun of me if I ask it. If you ask it, then maybe he’ll presume he’s the stupid!”

“Did he celebrate Logan’s first ever ever birthday? What would you even call it? First day of existence?” Janus frowned as he speed dialled the number.

“If he did, he didn’t invite me!” Remus shrugged before picking up the sponges. He immediately crowded into Janus and smooshed himself into his shoulder.

They picked up on the second ring, Patton’s sigh answering. Something that they probably weren’t supposed to hear. “Hello Roman. We just have a quick question,” Janus chirped.

“Hey Janus. It’s Patton by the way. Wow, another question, huh?” Patton, meanwhile, gave Roman a stern look and thrusted the phone at him again. Roman pulled a face as he shrugged and ducked back down behind the sofa. Frowning, he put it on speaker so they could both suffer, “What did you want to ask?”

“Should we celebrate our baby’s first ever day? Like a birthday but for their very very first birthday?”

“What!” Roman shrieked before leaping back on to the sofa; ever so suddenly finding the strength to talk.

“What do you mean ‘what’! God, he’s such a douche,” Remus muttered.

“I’m a douche, oh am I? Why would you celebrate a baby’s first ever day. It’s their first ever day in this world! They get overwhelmed and scared so easily. It’s a big scary world out there and you’re going to shove a party in their face! The baby is barely old enough to move it’s own hands! It’s a baby!” Roman complained while Patton giggled.

“To treat this seriously for a second, when you finally get your baby, the very last thing you want to do is mess around too much. After all this time, all that waiting, you finally get this tiny fragile baby. A tiny itty bitty baby. All you’ll want to do is just sit there and watch them quietly. A party is the last thing you’ll think to do. Heh, me and Roman even forgot to eat that day and only remembered hours later,” Patton spoke softly with his own memories uplifting his annoyance. Roman smiled and knocked their shoulders together.

“...So is it worth buying like finger food in case we forget to eat?” Remus interrupted.

“Uh... yeah? I mean, yeah that would work,” Roman fumbled.

“Okay. Cheers. Bye!” Remus called out while Janus rolled his eyes, “Wow. We really need to get them something for putting up with all this.”

“Well I’m going to keep talking to them, you weirdo.” Janus ran his hand through Remus’ crazed curls but he was quickly shrugged off as Remus went to evaluate which bleach was best for their toilet, “How are you two?”

“Yeah, all’s good here! Just your typical day, what are you doing?” Patton chirped.

“Baby shopping mixed with some normal shopping. Extremely exciting, I’m sure you’re jealous,” Janus felt his voice go soft at just the mere mention of his coming baby.

“Aww! That’s so sweet,” Patton sighed, “I miss that so much about Logie. Baby clothes shopping is the only reason worth becoming a dad.”

“Oh Pat! Such slander, I’m impressed,” Janus laughed.

“Oh hush! Everyone knows that baby clothes are the best cutest things in existence. Aw, are you going to buy Halloween clothes! Me and Roman saw some adorable skeleton onesies today and I came this close to buying it for the baby.”

“Yeah, I think at this point we’ve bought him more Halloween clothes than normal baby stuff. That’s the whole reason we still have to do some shopping. There were these pumpkin shoes and socks. Oh Pat! I swear if I wasn’t so macho and cool, I would’ve cried. Baby shoes are just so tiny!” Remus raised a brow at his squealing voice. But then he also knew exactly what Janus was talking about just from his tone alone. Those shoes were actually pretty cute.

“They are right! Aw, do you know any more about the baby?”

“Well...” Janus drawled while Remus took a breath. They agreed that Janus was going to deal with this breaking news.

“We met up with the mother yesterday.”

“Oh! My! Oh! Oh, Jayjay! That’s amazing! How was she?” Remus quickly snatched the phone and flicked it to speaker. Janus raised a brow at him but he was only met with the most mischievous smirk back. He frowned but turned back to continue talking only now with Patton’s voice squeaking out across the aisle.

“She looked exhausted. I felt so bad for her. Meeting up for a coffee looked like the very last thing she wanted to do,” Remus said.

“Bless her,” Janus sighed, “She was lovely.”

“Aw, that’s good. We never really got to meet our surrogate, how come yours wanted to meet?”

“Well, she apparently had a bit of a health scare. All is good! Everything is all good! But she just wanted to sit down with us and actually go through everything that happened. So we sat and talked about the health of the baby. Again, all is good obviously. But... so... we may or may not have found out our baby’s gender,” Janus winced once the squeal erupted over the phone. Remus cackled at the amount of people who turned to look at them with dirty looks before he turned the speaker off again. Ah, yes wouldn’t be a trip to the shops if Remus couldn’t spread some mild chaos.

“What’s their gender!” Patton screamed before launching up from the sofa. Roman was giggling as Patton jumped up and down and spun him around.

“We’re having a boy!” Janus smiled. He would deny the glow in his chest for this rest of his life but he couldn’t help but grab Remus’ hand. Remus smiled, thankfully, and squeezed his hand with his own lovesick smile. Their baby boy.

“Oh a boy!” Patton squealed high enough for dogs.

“Typical, not one girl in this entire family,” Roman chuckled.

“Oh congrats guys! When’s the due date again?” Patton sighed.

“10th of December. I almost feel bad for the boy. He’s going to have to put up with the whole Christmas birthday combination.”

“I’m still upset that he wasn’t a Halloween baby,” Remus frowned.

They chatted for a few more minutes before Janus finally hung up. They were still holding hands- they would look exactly like a couple from a lovey film if they actually dressed like normal people rather than Disney villains. All they needed to do now grab was some more normal baby outfits. A very simple easy task. Just look at some clothes and chose some cute functional clothes.

But every single time... every single time, they would find the most abnormal baby outfits possible. That and they always spent a good ten solid minutes of staring at the tiny shoes. They looked like build-a-bear shoes. They didn’t even look real.

“I can’t wait until he arrives,” Remus mumbled as he picked up a hideous orange dinosaur patterned jumper set. Janus tried to hide the smile but he quickly placed his head on his shoulder as they stood there.

“Neither can I. He can’t come soon enough. Just like how you can’t put back that gross set soon enough.”

“You don’t like it! I think it’s cute.” Remus tilted his head as if that made it cuter.

“He’s so not going to be an orange baby.”

“You don’t know that! Does he even need a colour?”

“You’ve got green, I like yellow. He also needs a colour. While we can still have control over what he wears at least,” Janus stated like Remus was a toddler trying to argue that the sky was green.

“So we both have our ugly colours. Then he also needs an ugly colour too! Orange is a disgusting colour!” Remus thrusted the jumper in his face.

“Oh totally exactly, dear,” Janus rolled his eyes before he then felt the passion erupt from him, “Okay. Firstly, for your information, yellow is a beautiful colour thank you very much. You’re the one that chose the grossest colour of green to embrace. He can have purple,” Janus winced as he guided Remus’ hand back down to the shelf.

“Purple?”

“Yes. A beautiful colour. Not only does it screw over superfluous ridiculous gender roles, it also is close enough to match our dress senses,” Janus stated with a proud look. Remus opened his mouth but then snapping it shut with a respectful nod. Yep, that sounded like a plan.

They eventually found some normal tiny eeny weeny pair of jeans and they used all of their collective strength to stay clear of all the Halloween clothes and bought some presentable jumpers. Janus was finally starting to get fed up with standing around in a shop before he realised that Remus’ eyes kept flicking to a shelf behind them.

He never made any move to actually go look at whatever it was and he never mentioned it. Janus found every reason to keep looking at the same pairs of stripey socks to give him time but he still said nothing. It was so uncommon that Remus felt shy about suggesting something. What could be the harm? “What you looking at?” Janus asked while exaggeratedly turning around.

“Um... I just noticed...” Remus drawled off. It was just a discount shelf. It was stacked with just random broken items that clearly no one ever take any interest in. Remus shyly sulked up to it and pushed aside the chipped mugs and torn notebooks without any hesitation. He pulled up a baby blanket.

It was the exact same incredibly soft material all baby stuff was made from. The stuff where your hand magnetised to its softness. It was a quilted baby blanket in a pastel lilac. It was cute but it wouldn’t be on a discounted shelf without reason. There was a large smudge of black marker on its corner. But as Remus held it up, Janus laughed. It wasn’t quilted. It was sewn to be a spider web pattern around the blanket. Clearly an old Halloween gimmick.

He turned to ask if Remus was all ready to go then and was immediately punched in the stomach. Remus was all teary eyed and awkwardly looking anywhere but him. His fingers brushed through the blanket over and over again.

“Oh Reem,” Janus cooed and tugged the blanket from his grasp but he didn’t let go.

“I don’t even know why I’m tearing up!” Remus pressed his arms against his face. Janus felt himself tearing up as well. Something about how Remus’ voice would go all wobbly and pitchy when he was on the edge of tears just always got to him, “Just... oh this is so fucking stupid.”

“Well you’ve got us both crying in a shop at 9 in the morning. I’d say it sounds pretty dumb,” Janus smiled.

“Just... he could be our little spider. Just like how I’m your octopus and you’re my snake,” Remus’ voice was practically crumbling away. Janus felt a disgusting childish tear slip down his face.

“Oh Reem.” Janus hugged him, only so he didn’t have to experience the embarrassment of people seeing his husband’s gross taste in blankets of course.

“How much spider stuff have we bought him! Like that would be perfect. And this is purple and spider!” Remus felt a tear escape his control too but he just buried his nose in Janus’ hair.

“Oh you are such a nightmare of a husband. I’m taking you back to the husband shop and refunding you,” Janus groaned, he broke away and snatched the blanket from his grasp and shoved it into their trolley. At least it was cheap. Plus they would probably end up staining it with gross new born baby vomit anyway.

#My writing #sanders sides #deceit sanders #Janus Sanders #remus sanders #fluffy #fanfic #roman sanders #patton sanders #demus #royality

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Turn Off the Dark: Chapter 3

Hey y'all! Here's Chapter 3 of Turn of the Dark! I promise that Josie and Peter aren't going to be at odds much longer. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Josie readjusted her grip on the cake pan in her arms and opened the front door to her parent’s home. She could hear her father and brothers shouting at some game on the TV in the living room, and the faint sound of pots and pans being moved around from the kitchen.

“Hey! I’m here!” She called out to whoever was listening. The clamor in the house dulled for a moment, and she heard her mom call her into the kitchen.

She slipped off her shoes and headed toward the back of the house. As she passed the living room, she poked her head in and smiled at her dad and two brothers. Her smile faltered slightly when she saw the back of Peter Parker’s head sitting on the floor in front of the TV. He had never responded to her text, which she really hadn’t expected him to, so she was more than surprised to see him sat among her family. Before she had a chance to turn her gaze away, he turned around and made eye contact with her. He gave her a half-hearted smile and wave, before turning back to face forward.

Her younger brother Greyson jumped up from the couch and threw his arms around her. Even though he was two and a half years younger than her, he stood almost a foot taller than her at six feet four inches tall. He had gotten his height from his father. In fact, all three of the Butler boys were taller than six feet. Greyson just happened to be the tallest. Josie grinned at her brother and pinched his cheek-which she knew he hated.

“Hi, bubby! How’s everything out west?” Her brother rolled his eyes at his childhood nickname and shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s fine, I guess. Not nearly as exciting as here. But I mean, we knew that” He replied. Greyson was in his first year at Arizona State University on a basketball scholarship studying forensic science. Before he passed, Greyson had looked up to Captain Stacy, Gwen’s father and the chief of police in New York City. He inspired Greyson to pursue a degree in investigation. He was back in town visiting his family over his spring break. They missed him, but Josie knew that he was on the right path.

“I’m glad you don’t hate it, though. That would make me big sad for my little bro.” Josie ruffled his hair and he swatted her hand away. They playfully shoved each other for a bit before Josie’s mother called her name from the back of the house.

Shaking her head, Josie continued her journey to the kitchen. “There you are! I was starting to wonder if you had gotten lost on the way from the front door!” Her mother exclaimed pulling her into a hug. Josie smiled widely. Josie and her mother had always been incredibly close, even when she had been younger. She strove to always make her mom proud, and become an incredible woman like her.

“I brought a chocolate cake! I had some extra time on my hands today, so the frosting is homemade too!” Josie glanced proudly at the dish in her hands before placing it on the empty counter. She then turned her attention to the other woman occupying the kitchen and rushed over to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. “It’s so good to see you, Aunt May! I’m sorry I didn’t stop by the last time I was over, I ended up getting caught up with my mom and had to rush to the show!”

May Parker pulled away from Josie slightly, and held the young girl’s face in her hands, “Oh, it’s nothing to worry about now, dear. I’m so happy to see you. I’ve probably watched your performance on Good Morning America one hundred times by now. I am so proud of you!”

Josie smiled and followed her mom and Aunt May over to the kitchen table. Her mother poured her a glass of water and the three women began to catch up on their lives and enjoy each other’s company.

“Josie, I would love to come out and see your show soon! Any idea how much longer it’s going to run?” Aunt May eventually asked, turning to her surrogate niece with a smile.

“I’m not sure! We haven’t heard anything about it closing any time soon, so I hope we’re open for the foreseeable future. Do you want tickets? I’d be happy to get you one.” Josie replied. She hadn’t wanted to pressure the Parker matriarch into coming out to Manhattan alone to see her show, since she assumed Peter had little to no interest in coming out to support her as well.

“Of course! Peter and I would be happy to cheer you on! If your TV appearance was any indication, this is a show we won’t want to miss!” Aunt May smiled proudly at Josie, and Mrs. Butler chimed in.

“It really is something so special, May! Josephine truly is spectacular in this role. I’m sure you will absolutely love it!” Josie smiled at both women. Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the kitchen timer going off, signaling that dinner was ready to be served. Josie felt her heart rate increase slightly, because she knew that once dinner was on the table she’d have to sit awkwardly in the same place with Peter. And she hated feeling awkward. Marian called to the men in the living room that it was time to eat, while May and Josie set the table.

The Butler men and Peter filed into the dining room and sat at their respective seats at the table. Ever since they had moved to New York, when they’d have the Parkers over for dinner, everyone sat in the same place every time. Sam at the head of the table with his wife to his right and his oldest son to his left. Josie always sat next to her mother, with her youngest brother beside her. Peter sat across from Josie next to his Aunt, and when he was alive, Ben Parker sat at the opposite head of the table furthest from Sam. Sam led the group in a quick blessing over the food, and then everyone dug in.

“Sweetheart, this pasta is so so good! Is this a new recipe?” Sam asked his wife. Marian nodded her head, and then there was silence again as people enjoyed their meals and allowed it time to digest. Eventually, May cleared her throat and turned to her nephew.

“Peter, honey, Josie offered to get us tickets to her show! Isn’t that so sweet of her?” Peter nodded slightly.

“Yeah, that’s uh, that’s great Aunt May.” He said without making eye contact with her.

Josie had a feeling that only one of those tickets would end up being used, but she held out hope that maybe she would be wrong.

Once everyone had finished eating their dinner, Marian served the cake Josie had brought over. She had only taken one bite before her father blurted out:

“So, did you guys hear Spider-Man saved Josie the other night?” She choked on the cake she had in her mouth, and everyone but her mother’s eyes grew wide in surprise. Josie looked down in embarrassment.

“Really?? Cool!” Tyler said. He was always excited to hear about Spider-Man. “What happened?” he asked.

She cleared her throat and set down her fork. She retold the story of her recent mugging attempt, and noticed Peter shift uncomfortably at the mention of Spider-Man’s heroics.

“Something wrong, Pete?” she asked him.

He shook his head quickly, “No. No. Just, ya know, I can’t imagine how scary that must have been for you.”

“Yeah, it was pretty wild. You know what’s funny, in the moment, I couldn’t think of anything else but how scared I was. But later? All I could think about was how great of a picture it would have been. Him up on that dumpster with the light from the street lamps on him. The pictures you take of him are always super impressive, Peter. I feel like you could really make some major money with those. Probably more than the Bugle pays you.” Josie laughed slightly at her father’s expense. He chuckled back and looked at Peter.

Peter mumbled a quiet thanks, which she wouldn’t have even caught if she hadn’t been looking at him. Josie scoffed lightly, and hummed softly, “Yeah no problem.” She stabbed at her slice of cake on her plate and shoved a bite into her mouth.

Everyone at the table awkwardly looked between the two “ex-best friends”, unsure of how to move on with the conversation. The silence only lasted a few seconds longer before Josie stood up suddenly.

“You know what? I don’t have to deal with this. I’m sorry Aunt May. I’ll try to stop by tomorrow morning after he leaves for the day to talk with you about the tickets. I need some air.” She glared at Peter, before pushing her chair back in and stomping toward the back yard. She grabbed a blanket from the shelf beside the door before slamming the door shut behind her, and plopping down into the porch swing.

May looked at Peter with a disapproving gaze, before standing up and offering to help Marian with the dishes. Peter also stood up quickly and without a word, marched out the front door and to his own house. The two women looked at each other.

“I’m so sorry about this Marian. I don’t know what’s gotten into him today. I knew that they hadn’t spoken in a while but I wasn’t aware that they were…angry with each other.” May excused herself apologetically and followed her nephew out the door.

After the door had closed behind her, the tense energy between the pair still hung in the air.

“What the heck just happened?” Sam asked to no one in particular.

Marian threw down the dishtowel that was hanging on her shoulder to the counter with determination. “I’m not sure,” she said, “but I’m sure as hell about to find out.”

#the amazing spiderman #andrew garfield #peter parker #fanficiton #peter parker x oc #oc #marvel #spider man #spiderman #tasm #amazing spider man

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Kataang Week 2021: Day 4- Bending

Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to day 4 of Kataang Week. Today’s prompt is Bending, and I actually decided to take it a different direction than most probably would.

Words: 1,816

You can find my ff.net page here, where the entirety of my Kataang Week submissions will be, as well as my other stories.

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Before getting married, Aang and Katara had talked endlessly about having children. Being the last airbender, he knew well the duty he had to his lost nation and to the world.

The world leaders had been pressuring him since he turned 16, the marrying age. By the age of 13, Aang knew that he wanted to marry Katara, and therefore would have children with her. During world leader meetings, the topic of rebuilding the Air Nation was often a popular one, and each leader felt it necessary to hold the duty over Aang’s head like a dark cloud.

At one particular meeting, after the airbender’s 16th birthday, Chief Arnook of the Northern Water Tribe had suggested the use of surrogates for the Avatar. He argued that with the use of multiple women, many of which being nonbenders, there would be a better chance of producing an airbending child.

Upon hearing this, Aang had jumped from his seat with anger and shot down the Chief’s proposal. His usual passive attitude had vanished, and he had to be held back by Zuko. After conveying his message, the Avatar angrily stormed out of the meeting room, using his airbending to slam the door shut behind him.

Aang hadn’t told Katara much about what the world leaders said, aside from the main points. At this point, they were only still just dating, and the airbender hadn’t planned on proposing yet. Plus, he knew that in the Water Tribes, having children out of wedlock would be begging for banishment. Katara wouldn’t have been able to visit her home, and her grandmother would never get to meet her great grandchild. This was not an option, and Aang knew it.

Over the years following the meeting, the topic had come up occasionally at the round table, but was never discussed at length.

After Aang and Katara’s wedding, however, the world leaders cautiously approached the subject of rebuilding the Air Nation to both benders.

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“Aang, Katara,” Earth King Kuei said. “Now that you have been wed, when can we expect offspring? The balance of the world depends on the restoration of the Air Nation.”

The newlywed couple looked at one another before Katara spoke.

“King Kuei, with all due respect, it really is none of your business when Aang and I have children. That goes for the rest of you as well.”

She looked around the table at the other world leaders, “we know what is expected of him, being the last airbender, but we will not have children just for the sake of rebuilding an entire nation.”

Zuko’s eyes met hers and he nodded in agreement, as did her father and King Kuei.

Chief Arnook was the only member at the table who hadn’t spoken a word, and Aang looked to him.

“Chief Arnook,” he said. “Anything you would like to say?”

The Water Tribe man glanced between the couple with an unreadable look on his face and sighed loudly.

“My proposal stands. As a married couple, you may share in having children together. But for the sake of the world, I suggest multiple surrogates to ensure the repopulation of the Air Nation.”

Katara was fuming, steam practically shooting from her ears, and Aang was no different. Before his wife could speak, he stood abruptly and pulled her to the exit.

Before leaving the meeting room, the airbender turned to the round table and gave them a look full of anguish and resentment. Katara pulled open the door and they stormed out of the room.

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Nearly a year had passed since the meeting, and Aang and Katara had just welcomed their first-born son into the world. The waterbender had given birth at the Southern Air Temple, where they had been living, and Aang couldn’t keep a smile off of his face.

The baby’s skin was a shade darker than his father’s, but not quite as pigmented as Katara’s. His hair was a dark brown, almost black, and he had grey eyes- just like Aang.

The couple smiled at the newborn, then each other.

“He’s beautiful, Katara.”

She smiled as tears slowly fell from her eyes, before tilting her head and kissing her husband softly.

“What should we name him?”

Aang thought for a moment, before coming up with the perfect name. His best and oldest friend had passed away just a year and a half prior to his son’s birth; the name was perfect.

“How about Bumi?”

Katara pondered this name for only a second, before casting her gaze upon the child in her arms. She smiled and kissed his forehead gently, before rubbing his cheek with her thumb.

“That’s a perfect name.”

The new parents shared a gentle kiss, hopeful that maybe, the world leaders would finally get off their backs.

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After Bumi’s 5th birthday, he had shown no signs of bending abilities, which the world leaders had taken note of. They had called a meeting with Aang and Katara to discuss the future of the Air Nation once again, to which the couple reluctantly attended.

“Avatar Aang,” King Kuei said. “Has your son displayed any signs of bending abilities since his most recent birthday?”

Katara looked at her husband, worry sketched on her face. Aang caught her eyes and smiled sadly, the same nervousness on his own face.

“No, King Kuei. He has not.”

The airbender watched as the Earth King and the other members whispered among themselves. His chest felt tight, and his stomach was turning in 100 different directions. From beside him, Katara placed her hand on his thigh reassuringly, and he started to calm down.

Chief Arnook was the next to speak, making both parents’ blood begin to boil.

“We have given you a chance to do this your way, but it seems as though it hasn’t worked in your favor.” He sighed, “we have decided that unless you wish to use surrogates, you and Master Katara must conceive another child within the next year; preferably an airbending child.”

The couple gave each other a knowing look before Katara placed a shaky hand on her lower abdomen. Zuko noticed this from his place across the table and raised his eyebrows.

“Aang, Katara,” he said, incredulously. “Is there something you two would like to share?”

The airbender smiled delicately and placed a hand over his wife’s on his leg.

“Actually,” he turned his head to face Katara. “We do; Katara is pregnant.”

The world leaders surrounding the round table perked up at the sound of this and clapped, bringing a slight blush to the couples’ cheeks.

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Over the years, Bumi had become saddened at the fact that he was unable to bend an element. Being the first-born son of the Avatar and a world-renowned healer and master waterbender, he felt as though he was a disgrace to his parents.

One evening, at their home on Air Temple Island, Bumi was near the water’s edge with his little sister, Kya. She had just discovered her ability to waterbend, and he was as proud as he could be of her. He would often take her down to the water when their parents were busy and watch her play with her element. Their Uncle Sokka had carved a boomerang just for him, and he would throw it around for Kya to watch.

As the two siblings sat in the sand, the youngest was moving her hand in circles, creating a small whirlpool in the water. Bumi watched with slight jealousy and wondered if his parents thought he was a disgrace- a burden on their shoulders.

Aang and Katara hadn’t spoken to Bumi about bending in months, and he had begun to worry that they were ashamed of him. As the son of the Avatar, he should have been able to bend something. But alas, no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t.

Bumi pulled his knees to his chest and sighed. Him and Kya had been on the beach for an hour or so and the sun was beginning to set. He stood from the ground slowly and walked over to his sister, placing a hand on her shoulder softly.

Before he could speak, to tell her to follow him inside, he felt a large hand on his own shoulder. Bumi turned his head to see his father smiling down at him.

“Kya, honey,” his father said. “Why don’t you head inside? Your mother is almost finished with dinner.”

His daughter smiled and nodded, before running up the path towards their home. Bumi started to turn in the same direction that his sister had gone, but Aang stopped him.

“Bumi, can we talk?”

The boy nodded and Aang led him closer to the water. He turned so that he was face to face with his son and smiled.

“Is there something wrong, dad?”

Bumi looked confused, as his father hadn’t had a small chat with him in a while. Aang would try to do things with his son as often as he could, but lately he had been pulled away for meetings more than he would have liked.

He smiled down at his son before crouching down to his level.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said as he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. We haven’t talked in a while, just you and me.”

Bumi was almost 12 and was quite smart for his young age. He took after Aang with his honesty, and didn’t hide anything from his parents.

The boy looked into his father’s eyes woefully and sighed.

“Actually, dad,” he began, turning his face away. “I was wondering… Do you think I will ever be able to bend?”

Aang tilted his head slightly at his son’s question, “I’m not entirely sure, Bumi. Why do you ask?”

“I hear you and mom talking sometimes. I know that the other leaders are upset that I can’t bend and… I don’t want to let you down.”

His eyes gathered with tears and Aang wiped them away, placing both hands on his son’s shoulders.

His father looked him in the eyes and said firmly, “Bumi, it doesn’t matter whether you can bend all four elements or none at all. Your mother and I love you with everything that we are, and we wouldn’t change anything about you.”

“I am so proud of everything you have accomplished so far, and it has all been without bending. You are perfect just the way you are.

Bumi’s eyes met his father’s and they smiled at each other.

“Thanks, dad.”

Aang pulled his son into a hug and held him tightly, “I love you, son. Don’t ever think that you aren’t good enough, and never let anyone tell you that you aren’t, either.”

Bumi smiled into his father’s neck and cried, thankful that his family loved him, despite not being able to bend an element.

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Next up is Hurt/Comfort.

#aang and katara #kataang #kataang fanfic #COMMANDER BUMI #aang was a good father #bumi was amazing even though he couldnt bend #cloud babies #kataang week #atla aang #atla katara #atla aang and katara #atla kataang

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Parkner Week Day Five: “He ordered one black coffee for himself and kept driving.” / irondad / parents au

Tony doesn’t get to babysit very often. Living so far out of the way in the cabin, already dealing with one child, he’s not the first choice very often as a babysitter. Whenever it’s only for a couple hours, they have a babysitter in the same building they’ll pay, and whenever it’s overnight or longer, they’ll let May have the kids.

Tony really only gets to see his children and grandchildren is if it’s at the same time. For holidays or birthdays or anniversaries or whenever he begs them to spend a weekend at the cabin.

This weekend is one of those times.

Harley and Peter take their three children up to the cabin on Friday night, planning on staying until Sunday afternoon. Morgan’s home too, now sixteen, and misses the family like crazy whenever they spend months away, too busy to make trips down to the cabin with all of them. She’s decided that when she leaves for college, she’s hoping to go to NYU, she’ll become the permanent babysitter for their kids.

Their oldest is five, Elizabeth. One of their mutual friends got pregnant, but couldn’t keep the baby, so they offered to take her in. The other two are twins, June and Ben, surrogate kids, who just turned three.

Between the three young kids’ schedules, especially now that Lizzie’s started kindergarten, their careers as co-owners of SI, and superheroing, it’s nearly impossible to find weekends they can all take off.

Harley makes it to the door first, grinning brightly with a cup of coffee in his hand. He’s holding June on his hip, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he lets Pepper take her from him. She doesn’t seem too bothered, but Peter makes it through the door pouting with an angry Elizabeth on one side, an uncaring Ben on the other side.

“What happened?” Pepper sighs exasperatedly.

Peter rolls his eyes, shooting a glare at Harley. “We wanted to get Macdonald’s. We all wanted fries or milkshakes. Harley was driving. Do you want to tell them what you did?”

Elizabeth pipes up from where she’s got her head tucked in the crook of Peter’s neck. “He ordered one black coffee for himself and kept driving.”

“Nice one,” Tony says, lifting his hand to high-five Harley. At Peter’s scoff, he moves forward and takes Ben off him so he can put Elizabeth on the floor too before moving into the house to close the door behind him. They’ve left their suitcase in the car for now, not having enough hands.

“Hey, bug,” Peter murmurs, seemingly forgetting about his previous sadness. He tugs Morgan into a hug, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “How’s high school treating you?”

Morgan smiles, corners of her eyes crinkling. “Good, it’s really good. And before you ask, no, nobody’s treating me badly, nobody’s mean to me, I’m not hiding anything from you, and I’m still very much single.”

“Acing all your classes?”

“You know it.”

Elizabeth, still hanging onto Peter’s jeans, lets go in favor of grabbing onto the hem of Morgan’s shirt. Morgan tries to pretend she doesn’t have a favourite between her nieces and nephews, but she’s got a particularly soft spot for Elizabeth.

Morgan scoops her up, peppering her nose, cheeks, and forehead in raspberries and kisses. “I’ve missed you, Liz. You ready for a weekend of fun with your favourite aunt?”

Careful of everyone gathered in the foyer, Peter moves to the side where Harley’s leaning against the wall, sipping his coffee, to step into his arms. He slips into Harley’s awaiting arm, leaning his head against Harley’s shoulder and accepts the coffee when offered.

“You excited?” he asks, ducking his head to press a kiss to Peter’s forehead. “We get to sleep in tomorrow!”

Peter laughs, leaning heavier against Harley like just the mention of sleep is enough to make him feel exhausted. There’s been a lot of late nights and early mornings and no time to catch up. It’s no wonder they’re tired, CEO’s of a multibillion-dollar company, parents to three under the age of six, and Spider-Man to balance.

“I’m so happy to be back here again, we need to make this trip out more often,” Peter murmurs, pressing his lips to Harley’s jaw quickly.

“Next trip we make has to be Tennessee. I know you said we’d wait to take the twins on a plane, but Mom’s starting to freak out because she hasn’t met them yet. Abbie’s going to be back home in a couple months, maybe we should match up our trips.”

Peter laughs, looking over at where Morgan’s dancing with Elizabeth on her feet. June and Ben’s watching with wide eyes, and Morgan promises she’ll dance with them too.

“Abbie has to fight for her title as favourite Aunt. We need to get the whole family together too. Maybe this Christmas we’ll do a party, pay for Mom and Abbie to come out here,” Peter suggests, lifting an eyebrow tiredly. “That way, Abbie and Morgan can duke it out in person.”

The younger girl looks over with a glare. “I’ll win. I fight dirty.”

“Abbie fights dirty too. Don’t forget she grew up in Rose Hill, she spent most of high school getting into fist fights behind the school like I did.”

Peter opens his mouth to join the argument, but June lets out a whine before he can, squirming in Pepper’s arms. He sighs and pulls away from Harley’s chest to take the toddler back.

“It’s not really babysitting if you won’t let us help,” Pepper says, but she hands June over nonetheless. June’s a shy kid, so she doesn’t talk much to strangers. Ben and Elizabeth are both much louder and chatterboxes like their dads.

June presses her face against Peter’s chest, little hands curling into his shirt. “Hey, sweetie. You getting a bit overwhelmed?”

Harley presses his chest against Peter’s back, kisses his temple and then turns to the rest of the family. “What do you say we get dinner going and then a movie?”

“I could use a hand or two in the kitchen,” Pepper says, nudging her husband and then giving Harley a pointed look.

The three of them head off without a question, leaving Peter and Morgan with the three kids.

“How’s parenting treating you?” Morgan asks, lifting Ben onto the couch and patting the cushion on her other side for Elizabeth to sit. Peter falls into the armchair, June curled up on his lap.

Peter yawns, finally letting his muscles relax. “Lizzie being in school is a gamechanger, but don’t let people fool you, it’s hard. I have no idea how May did it. If I didn’t have Harley, I think I would’ve lost my head a long time ago.”

“Can you be honest about something?” Morgan’s voice goes serious, eyebrows furrowing, making an identical expression to one Peter’s seen on Tony hundreds of times. “Are you going to give up Spider-Man?”

“Why? Do you want me to?”

Morgan shrugs, swallowing thickly. She looks down at Ben who’s playing with the string on his sweater, so small and innocent. “I just worry. About you, about Harley, about your kids… Do you not think about what could happen?”

He pauses for a second, not wanting to give her an answer off the top of his head.

He’s thought about it before, but he tries not to. It hurts to think about the possibilities. He grew up without his parents, he lost his uncle, he spent a long time scared that May would be taken from him too, he got awfully close to losing Tony. He was drowning in grief for years of his life, he’s dealt with a lot.

And he knows the consequences. He knows that one wrong move out in his suit would leave Elizabeth, Ben, and June without a second parent, without their Dad. It would leave Morgan without her brother, May without a kid, Tony and Pepper without a son. It would leave Harley on his own. Harley would lose his husband, his best friend, his second half. He knows the kind of stress he’s put Harley under because of Spider-Man.

But if he doesn’t go out, it’s risking a lot.

There would be daughters and sons who wouldn’t make it home to their parents. There would be husbands, parents, who wouldn’t make it back to their family.

He can’t even imagine what it would feel like to lose a child. If he can stop that, he has to try.

“It’s more complicated than that,” he settles on eventually. “I know what I have to lose, and I will do everything in my power to make it home to them. I wouldn’t do anything to put me too close to harm. I know my limits. But I can’t leave New York to fend for itself. I can’t, in good conscience, leave the little guys.”

Morgan frowns like it’s not the answer she expected. “I almost lost Dad because he’s a superhero. He gave it up for us. He retired to make sure none of us would go through that.”

“Do you really think he wouldn’t put on a suit if the world was in danger? Do you think he’ll stay side-lined forever?”

June snuffles against his chest, little fist lifting up to touch his jaw and mouth before falling back to his shirt. Elizabeth’s eyes are on him, face set in concentration and hands fiddling in her lap. “Daddy?”

Blinking back sudden tears, Peter focuses on his oldest daughter. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are you going to leave?” She looks too worried for a five-year-old. It’s one of those things that would haunt Peter forever if she felt like she was going to lose her dad. If he made any close calls. This is what he’s fighting for.

“No, honey, Daddy’s just fine. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Morgan seems to see just how close Peter is to breaking, and guilt immediately floods her eyes. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up, I just- I guess, I just worry about you. Do you need a second? I’ll watch them if you want-”

He nods quickly, definitely needing a second to stop seeing that future. The possible future of these wonderful children growing up knowing loss and grief and pain like he did. He quickly shifts June onto Morgan’s lap, bending down to kiss both girls’ foreheads and promising his children that he’ll be back in a second.

As soon as he can, he ducks into the kitchen where Tony’s make a bad dad joke, and Harley’s cracking open a bottle of wine, and Pepper’s cutting vegetables, looking properly like a family.

“Harley?” Peter says, voice thick and shaky even to his own ears. Immediately, all three sets of eyes are on him, and he knows he must look like a mess already. “Could I talk to you for a second?”

His wonderful husband, all wide-eyed with worry and hushed tone, leads him down the hall to their bedroom where they’ll be staying, Peter’s old room. As soon as he shuts the door he asks the question, “What happened?”

“Morgan asked why I haven’t retired from Spider-Man.”

They’ve had enough talks, enough breakdowns, enough arguments, to know the heaviness and the meaning of the words. It’s been something Peter’s been struggling with for a while. Ever since they took in Elizabeth, Peter’s been weighing the pros and cons.

“Darlin’,” Harley says gently, arms encircling his waist and drawing them close. “We’ve got the weekend off, you don’t have to think about-”

“I want to give it up,” Peter says, something he hadn’t even admitted to himself yet. It’s so true, it hurts, but he needs to say it. He needs to be honest with himself and with Harley.

Harley frowns, bending just enough to look at Peter in the eyes properly. “What?”

“I want to give Spider-Man up, I’m just scared that New York won’t be safe if I’m not there. Whenever I go out, I can’t stop thinking about not coming home to you, and I can’t do that.” His voice breaks and he curls his hands around his husband’s biceps to ground himself. “I don’t want you or our kids to have to worry about my life every day. I don’t want there to be a possibility that our children grow up without me.”

“Okay, take a breath, if that’s what you want, we’ll make it happen. We’ll find someone else to look out for the city. We’ll figure it out,” Harley soothes. “If you want to hang up Spider-Man, you can. Nobody will stop you.”

Peter finally lets out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and relaxes into Harley’s hold. “I know what it’s like to lose parents, to lose people, I know what it’s like and I don’t want to do that to them, to you.”

There’s a knock on the door and they both look over to see Tony leaning against the doorframe.

Harley offers a half-smile, tightening his hold on Peter. “I suppose you want to give your advice?”

“I think it’s a good idea,” Tony says. “Less grey hair for me, at the very least. I’ll get in touch with Wilson and Barnes, and the Young Avengers program. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Love you, dad,” Peter mumbles, smiling against Harley’s shoulder. “I’ll love you even more if you want to watch your grandkids tomorrow and let me and Harley sleep till noon? Maybe even take the whole family to the zoo?”

Tony scoffs. “And leave you two in the house by yourself? I don’t think so.”

“We’re married adults now, Tony. I can’t believe you still pretend we don’t have-”

Tony, forever the mature adult he is, plugs his ears and starts humming loudly, backing out of the room. “You’re coming to the zoo with us!”

Harley laughs, pressing a kiss to Peter’s temple. “Please tell me we’re cooler parents than Tony.”

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Largesse

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Father’s office carried a presence of its own. Perhaps it was why his mother rarely visited its quiet quarters, and the door seldom stood ajar. (Only when one was invited did it unhinge its jaws…) At the far back wall, rows upon rows of shelving housed books that, undoubtedly, were thoroughly dog eared and read through. At the center of the world, were the patriarch’s seat. Leathery and aged like fine wine and, as it were… occupied. His palms sat weakly clasped within his lap. A shake overtaking them, a reaction that never had quite left him as he'd grown. Though his fear, his dread, over his fathers prolonged presence long since had simmered out of his system; his nerves still behaved as though it hadn't. It was muscle memory, at this point, or perhaps it was simply something entirely psychological… No matter the reason; he shakes, shakes, shakes… Thinly draped curtains trailed crisscrossed patterns of light over his skin and across from him, it shrouded his father’s features into something less than a collection of shadowy contours.

Between them, upon the fine, Oakwood bureau… It had been laid. As though an offering, a present, one that Cyrus hadn't registered as such until he was outright told it was so. --Once his father decided he had tortured his child with silence long enough, that was.

“Don’t feign hesitancy with me, son.” Noboru’s worn hand had gestured towards the offering as though it was Eve’s cursed apple. “… It doesn’t suit you.”

The gift had been taken shortly thereafter, quietly and tentatively – and its weight had sat heavy within Cyrus’s palms until he realized that that was to be the extent of their exchange for that evening. He had risen from his seat and, with a bow and expressed, expected pleasantries (‘Good evening to you, father… and, I thank you for your generosity’), he had left his father’s den and was barely able to stop himself from curiously fingering at the soft, silky fabric once he set foot outside.

As though it had been a sensation foreign to his senses. The very first time he had felt something like it.

He had hid it behind his back as he passed his mother at the staircase landing; sidestepped her, and slid into his bedroom with a simple and curt ‘goodnight’. She had not said it back.

Alone in his boy room, he had lingered, before the gift was left wrapped and unchanged upon his desk until the very last of his studies were through. And, even beyond their demand he wallowed in the anticipation of what, exactly, it was that he had been given. Another hour, he patiently waited – seated upon his knees by the long side of his bed until they positively ached. Praying. One of praise, then a moment of contemplation. A confession shared, a psalm, a request – as well as, regrettably, a plea.

The silence that he received eventually drove him to his feet.

(How rotten.)

With forced down emotions and a sense of insignificance, Cyrus finally sought the proof that he – if not by God, then his kin – had been seen. Had at least been considered, in one way or another. After retrieving his reward, he took a seat upon his bed and the weight of his growing frame suffocated the feathers of angel wings (what a silly way to describe such things…) as the mystery of the evening unraveled itself before him.

One edge at a time.

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On his eighteenth birthday, Cyrus had been given a watch by his father.

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“A stupid watch?”

Despite the warmth of the bed that they shared, her fingers felt cold where they danced over his wrist. She took hold of his arm and twisted it and Cyrus, quietly, took note of the fact that she was rougher than normal in her puppeteering of his movement. Peevish, almost. Her nose scrunched up against the lump in his throat. “Hold on, let me see… Yeah.” She spat. “Some dad you’ve got, giving you secondhand garbage like this.”

The fact that she sounded angry caused him pause… if only for the fact that it wasn’t directed at him. --The watch itself, wrapped around his wrist by the use of a dense, ornate leather that still carried the remnants of a musky scent, had a slightly curved, mineral class covering that was framed by a ring of stainless steel. A beige dial laid hidden within, one that featured both a Tele- and Tachymeter scale alongside the equally pale hands of the main watch itself. For all intents and purposes, it was… Just a watch. A simple, if not gently used, wristwatch.

One that he quite enjoyed the look of, and felt a sense of pride over having gotten.

He had paraded it to her for that exact reason. Now, amidst her mockery… he felt nausea building out of regret.

His fingers sprawled against her exposed, jutted hipbone.

When he didn’t answer her contempt, didn’t retort her claims, Cynthia devilishly shifted where she laid against his side. Until her chest settled flush upon his own, and her hips inelegantly straddled his. He grew acutely aware of the subtle sounds of her surrogate grandparents that came from downstairs, and the fact that they had left her bedroom door wide open.

Her eyes danced with something unknown.

“… Why do you say that?” he eventually asked, and if Cynthia could be stated as mature for her age then he, in comparison, sounded far too young. There was this tremor to his voice which bordered on pubescent fragility, despite the fact that he now, legally, could be considered an adult. Shark’s row of teeth greeted him moments after, followed by a peck upon his mouth that he did not return. Her lips prettily pouted. Even through their sneer.

“Why?” She wickedly mimicked. “Why don’t you tell me how it’s not?”

This, he knew, was a trap. A snare marked out in the open that you were hounded into stepping within, should you not comply on your own. … How did one prove that something subjective wasn’t so?

His brows furrowed, and his snow pale lashes settled against his cheeks.

“It’s… a watch. It tells time.”

“Forever lasts longer than you can count with that flimsy thing.” She interrupted.

He chose to ignore it. “... And, my father gave it to me. He usually doesn't do such things.”

“Oh, I’m well aware of your family’s wicked ways, Cyrus.” Her voice cooed against his cheek and he pinched his eyes closed tighter. One of her elbows propped upon his chest, denting the bone around his heart while her fingers, one my one, marched over his sternum. “You dance around each other like you’re strangers within your own home, and you play house when guests arrive to pretend that there’s something that’s normal about you.”

… Father’s office carried a presence of its own. Perhaps it was why his mother rarely visited its quiet quarters, and the door seldom stood ajar… As Cyrus had been about to close his bedroom door behind him, he had caught sight of his mother in the gap of its frame. He had heard fairytales of mothers who cried that their children had been taken by fairies and replaced with someone else - and he had always thought it to have been insanity that had driven their deluded claims. Yet, the softness to his mother’s features as she lingered by the separator between herself and her husband had felt… Foreign. Her usual demeanor… Simply gone. As though she had become an entirely different soul.

She had thought herself to have been alone.

After minutes, the soft patter of her feet was to be the only indication that she ever had been there at all.

Cyrus knew, even though he didn’t speak it aloud, that the way his family functioned bordered into that of the unusual. After all, at six he had realized what adults meant when they said that even the smallest of pots had ears. At seven, he had learnt that his mother still could smile – just never at him. At eight he had learned that no matter how much you love someone, they won’t adore you back and at nine, ten and eleven, he had carried a knot within his stomach that had made him sick to the point of suffocation; for the knowledge that those who sinned, those who were wrong, would rot in hell never left his mind.

And his parents would certainly not be spared such a fate.

However… Just because he knew, just because he could tell there was something erroneous did not mean that others should. The fact that Cynthia could see it, too, caused a simmer without a name to storm within his breast.

“Am I wrong?”

Liquor dribbled from her tongue as she shifted and spoke through a smile. Wicked, she was, and he hated her when she decided to behave in this way. When she stopped playing pretty and just let herself do as she pleased - without a care to save face or if the things that she said hurt.

Her tone was flippant. “Just because your father decided you were human enough to tell time doesn’t mean that he suddenly thinks of you as anything special.”

Her features were distorted as he finally dared to peek at her through shards of silver. Cast in daylight and honey glow, with her shoulders sun kissed and bare - she stood as the perfect contrast to the image he had held of his father just yesterday. Soft and supple, girlish and gleaming with jester mirth - Cynthia was the light contrasting the darkness.

Yet they both carried the same, rotten stench. And he felt sick.

Her hips shifted to where they met his, and a wanting pulse surged. “You know,” she began, through poison and mist. He held his breath. “If it was desired that you wanted to be, then you should’ve left your fucked up daddy's house and let out your frustration in me-”

His hands planted themselves firmly upon her exposed collarbones and in one motion, Cyrus pushed her backwards until she was the one locked beneath him. Awkwardly their limbs shifted around one another, eventually settling so that her legs pushed backwards towards her flimsy, dark tank top and apart while his hands, wrapped around her wrists, locked her arms above her head.

His chest heaved with deep breaths and his flesh flustered with frustration.

With Anger.

“Shut up.” He hissed through clenched teeth, barely loud enough to be heard. The fact that her eyes widened gave away the fact that he had. “... Shut up, shut up shut up shut up-”

They both bounced as he pushed more of his weight down upon her with every word that was uttered. Thorns blossomed within his throat and the resentment he carried within him over her presence within his life peeked into the back of his throat. If she dared look within him, it would be there - covered by tar and spoilt. --Cyrus had flaunted his gift from his father to her. Not because he wished for her jealousy, not because he wished for her praise.

But because he wanted her to know that she wasn’t the only one in this world who saw him.

Her wrists reddened where his dull nails dug into her flesh - and though it most likely was painful, though it surely harmed her; she behaved as though it didn’t. “Where did you suddenly get air from, Cy-cy?” Her shrill voice made it sound as though laughter soon would follow. “Are you feeling like a tough, big man now that your daddy has given you some acknowledgement?” Her cherry painted lips pursed and seconds later, she spat into his face. It hit him clean in his left eye, mingling into his socket and covering the while of his iris and, as Cyrus recoiled and let go of her wrists for just a moment to rid himself of the slaver, he instead found himself pushed back against the bed.

It was to be the conclusion to a cat and mouse game that he never, ever, had been able to win. She didn’t play by any rules of fairness.

Her hands bunched into the collar of his shirt and a button broke due to its force. If he had compared her to the sun before, then now - as her hair laid in disarray and curtained her features from the rays of daylight; she looked like someone entirely new. Perhaps she always had looked so deranged, and he just hadn’t noticed.

“You think you’re something special, now that you’ve got what any other family would consider to be the bare minimum?” She shook him, rattled him like a broken toy. “How dare you tell me to shut up?”

Retorts strained his closed throat and the words that he had been about to share - how he had every right to shut her up, that she was just a stupid child and that he would do it again no matter what she said - died within him as she did something… Unthinkable. Feverishly and without care, she sought to devour him whole in a kiss that tasted less of love, and more like infatuation.

“Say it again.” She eventually breathed - flustered and warm and with her shoulders shaking from unsung delight. “Tell me to shut up, call me a dirty-”

A rapt knuckle upon wood rattled the two youths back into reality, and fear stricken eyes shot towards the open bedroom door. There, clad in robes and a disgruntled expression, stood Cynthia's surrogate grandfather. A man past his prime, and from an entirely different time.

He spoke through gravel as he addressed the young man, and the young man only.

“It is time for you to leave.”

They were left alone shortly thereafter, aggrieved mumblings lingering thickly within the air and Cynthia - as though unmounting a horse - slung her leg out and over him to instead fall onto her side next to her lover. Just as they had been, when this all first began.

Cyrus, however, would not allow it. He shook her off of him and moved to sit upright on the side of the bed, rubbing at his socket for the sensation of her spit still irritated his eye. Mechanical movements pulled his hair away from his brow and back against his skull, only just then realizing the disarray it had fallen into from their war for power. Perhaps it wasn’t just she whom had looked different…

His shirt sat looser, and he would have to replace it.

“... I hate you.”

He confessed in a whisper, and clear ringing laughter came after. Girlish, sweet and kind.

Pretty.

“You don’t make me feel hated.” She said, and then turned so that it now was her back that faced him. If she had allowed for him to, then he would’ve learned that her knuckles had been white from how tightly she held on to those pale, gingham covers of her bed. ”I believe you as little as I believe that that watch of yours is worth anything other than dirt.”

Before they parted ways for yet another time, before he walked from her room and out into the hall - he heard a soft, quiet whisper of her own.

“I love you.”

… He had not said it back.

#(ic - muse)#(Guest - Cynthia)#drabble #Messiah's Youth - Cyrus #suggestive #long #yknow what.... fuck it #youre not getting a cynthia bio before i drop this bc i cant get it to happen for another ten years #enjoy my take on her without context ok-#past

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