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Norbert and Cooper| "My dad's are Better Than Yours"
"No way he is!" Cooper exclaimed. "So your dad's got a hammer that shoots lightning at people, mine can read minds!"
"So what?" Norbert scowled, grip tightening on the Power Ranger in his hand. "My dads are gods."
"Only because humans said they were 'long time ago!" Cooper said pointedly.
"My dad turns blue when it's cold outside."
"My dad picked up an airplane."
"My dad can make a bajllion copies of himself!"
"My dad can make you think he's better than your dad!" Cooper grinned. Norbert shook his head.
"Nuh uh! No way I can ever think that!" He spat. Cooper was still smug.
"He totally can. He can also find mutants anywhere in the world with a funny hat."
"My dads have funny hats."
"Mine too!"
"Oh yeah? Well- My dad can fly!"
"My dad can move the Golden Gate Bridge if he wanted!"
"Psh," Norbert scoffed. "No way. Never gonna happen."
"It could!" Cooper pouted.
"My dad fought Iron Man!"
"Yeah, one of your dads fought the other one a long time 'go. Papa told me so," he said, smug again.
"And then they fell in love," he said, crossing his arms and sticking his tongue out. "My dad's also my mom!"
The boys paused, looking at each other for a moment.
"That's really weird," Cooper mumbled. Nobert nodded.
"It- Yeah, yeah it's weird."
"At least we 'gree on that."
They went back to their Power Ranger battle in awkward silence.
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Cuties!
I made Icons for all the Gen F ships. Feel free to use!!
<3 Captain Lara!!
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Bryce, Jonny and Wade| "Rugrats"
Jonny jumped when a sudden presence hopped into the seat across from him, plopping a coloring book of his own in front of him and coloring happily. "Uh, hi?" He said awkwardly. The boy looked up grinning from under a hat that resembled a monkey.
"Hi! I'm Wade!" He said happily, scribbling yellow over Winnie the Pooh's face..
"I'm Jonny," he smiled, seeing the potential to make a friend here.
"Nice to meet you," Wade smiled, swapping his yellow for a red. The tots colored in silence for a moment.
"Can I color with you guys?" They looked up at the young sandy haired boy beside the table, dressed in a button up shirt, a waistcoat and a tie, smiling pleasantly. Jonny gestured to the chair beside them.
"Go ahead."
"I'm Bryce Harkness," he said, taking a seat and picking out a Looney Tunes book and flipping through it.
"Jonny."
"Wade."
Silence again.
"So, um...what do your parents do?" Wade asked, the silence deafening and irksome to the hyperactive toddler.
"Well, um, my dads used to travel around a lot. They still do sometimes," he nodded. Wade cocked his head.
"Traveling? Doin' what?" Bryce wondered.
Jonny shrugged. "Hunting." Wade nodded, assuming there must be some kind of need for people to hunt for other people. "What about your parents?"
"My daddy Jack hunts aliens. And thad Ianto makes him coffee," Bryce said proudly, unaware that his Welsh moniker for his father was unknown to the other boys. "By the way, is there any coffee here?"
"No," Jonny chuckled. "Wade?"
Without missing a beat, Wade promptly said, "My dad shoots people in the head."
Jonny and Wade looked up from their work, staring at Wade's head. "That, uh..." Jonny said, giving Bryce a sideways glance. "That's nice."
"What does your mom do?" Bryce asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Tells my dad to shoot people in the head," he nodded, finally meeting their eyes. "What?"
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Olan and Ryker | Inconvenient Friends
Olan walked determinedly toward the sandbox outside. He had seen one of his other classmates run that way earlier and that made him incredibly curious.
At the box he found another boy. He sat on the edge of the sandbox, shoulders shaking with tiny sobs. Olan sad down next to him ans rubbed his back in comfort.
"Hey, don't let Wade oush you around okay? He's dumb anyway. Here, we can play together in the sand if you want." Olan reached out for a shovel.
"Thanks, I'm Ryker by the way." Ryker smiled and nudged his new friend to get his attention and shake his hand.
Olan stuck his out too and the polite exchange was nice until Olan noticed Ryker's sharp... Nails? No, claws.
"You.... You?" He babbled and looked at Ryker's face for the first time since he had sat down.
His ears poked out in points, his brow extended, eyes glowing and hair thick and messy all over.
"I'm what?" as he spoke Olan could see his fangs.
"You're...you're a werewolf!" he yanked his hand away
"Yeah, I change when I get upset but, I;m getting better. My daddy is helping me."
"I...I, I have to go!"
The young hunter turned and ran for the classroom, thankful that school was almost out. He had just run into a werewolf and he needed to tell his dads.
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Merida and Peter| "New Friends"
"Don't worry, Peter, we're going to have so much fun!" Merida assured, bumping his shoulder while they went to down the hall toward their classroom.
Peter looked around nervously, taking a puff off his inhaler and putting it back in his pocket, unsure. He looked at the other children, the older, much bigger children in the hallways around them. He swallowed, finally registering what Merida had said. "Merida, we can't spend all day, everyday with each other!"
She frowned, hand on her hip, and he knew what that meant. "Why not?"
Peter chewed his lip. "My dads said I need to branch out, make new friends and stuff and I can't do that if you're yelling at everyone."
"What makes you think I'll yell at everyone?" She barked. He stared at her.
"You're kidding, right?" He asked. She rolled her eyes.
"So what am I supposed to do, pretend I don't know you?" She demanded.
"No!" He exclaimed. "But, I don't know, try not to punch anyone today. Try talking to somebody and make a friend."
She scratched the back of her head. "I can try." He smiled at her, patting her back while they stood in the doorway.
"It's gonna be fun. Besides, who's gonna give us trouble? Our parents are superheros."
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