#Time would be a great dad

[shade-pup-cub]

I feel like there isn't enough fluff/sap/parental filled Time fics. Maybe I just haven't found them. I read over my first multi chapter fic, "Two Toddlers" and thought to share a chapter, bc I have been writing a lot of angst, been crule to some of the boys and need some heart warming writing.

It was just another day fighting as a team. The Links had fallen into a rhythm with each other's fighting abilities and paired up. Wind with Warriors, Four with Time, Sky with Hyrule and Legend, Twilight and Wild.

Again, nothing new.

So when the fighting stops they all regroup and catch their breaths, noticing that two of them were missing, wasn’t something they were prepared for. “Hey, where are Twi and Wild?” Hyrule asked as he was treating everyone's wounds.

“Last I saw they were fighting a lone Wizzrobe. We were fighting our own Moblin at the time.” Wars said as he cleaned off his blade.

“If they aren’t here in five, we need to check on them. Last thing we need is them wandering off or injured and we don’t know about it.” Time had his eye towards the tree line. It wasn’t normal for his Pup to drift off without a word. Cub, different story.

“They have had plenty of time now, let’s go look for them.” Sky was a bit of a mother cucco at times.

“I’ll go with you!” Wind jumped to his feet.

“In case they are hurt, I’m tagging along.” Hyrule said as he stood to leave with them. Legend gave him a look that said ‘don’t use too much magic’.

Time didn’t realize he was making a face until Wars came up and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure they are fine. No need to fret. And you can kick their ass for not checking in first. Twilight is probably making sure Wild doesn’t sneak off with an injury, like he normally does.”

“Was I making it that obvious?” Time asked.

“No, but I know you better than some.”

That was true. Time had traveled through time to fight in the great war that erupted in Warriors Hyrule. Time became a little brother to Wars. Even now, though Time is older than him, he was still his little brother.

Time’s thoughts were cut short when Wind sprinted back into camp. “Okay, so, don’t freak out. If you freak out, they will freak out and they are already freaked out!”

“Care to elaborate sailor?” Legend asked.

“Well, I don’t know how to put it outside of… Twilight and Wild… got turned into… toddlers.”

There was a stunned silence. This wasn’t the strangest thing to happen, but it was definitely up there on the list. Time was on his feet, hurrying to where the boys had entered the woods.

Why can’t we have a normal fight, with normal monsters and normal injuries?!

He slowed down when he saw Hyrule and Sky’s backs to them, kneeling. A little voice raised, trying to be threatening, “I said get back!” Time could see over Sky’s shoulder, Twilight with a rock in hand, blocking Wild from the others. Twilight looked about six or seven, Wild might have been four or five. If looks could kill, everyone would be dead and not because of Twi. Wild had his teeth bared, eyes narrowed, fist clenched, stance lowered and was growling. It was actually adorable to see.

The other heroes came up next to the original three, and chuckled at the sight. “Don’t laugh! Go away!!”

“Oh come on Twi, it's just us.” Legend said and apparently that was wrong. Twilight threw the rock, hitting Legend between the eyes. He fell backwards to the ground with a grunt. “You little-”

“Legend! They don’t remember who we are.” Hyrule started. “They know who they are, but not us. You would be scared too if you were them and seven armed strangers approached you.”

“I’nna go home…” Wild whispered into the back of Twilight’s shirt.

“Hey, we can help with that.” Wind sat on his butt, giving them room. “How about you tell us your names first. My name is Wind.” Wind would be the best option to help calm the two down since he did have a little sister.

The two boys relaxed a bit. “I’m Twilight. My little brother is Wild.”

“Hello Twilight, Wild. My friends are really nice and want to help you get home. This is Sky, Hyrule, Warriors, Legend, Four and at the back is Ti-” he was interrupted by two shouts at the same time.

“DAD!” Both boys pushed past the kneeling heroes and barreled their way towards Time.

Time was shocked as the two toddlers wrapped themselves around each leg. He looked at all the others, their expression mirrored his shock. Wars was the first to break the silence, “Well, they are your descendants after all. Understandable that they would call you that when they are this young.” Wars then mouthed, ‘play along’.

Time deflated and looked down at the two boys still wrapped around his legs. Their puppy-like eyes melted his heart. He knelt down as he brought them to his front. “Where have you two been?” He softened his voice so as not to sound like a scolding father.

“W-we saw monsters and ran to the woods. We couldn’t find you, then all these people showed up.” Twilight was clearly trying to be strong.

“That was very smart of you to do.”

Wild whimpered. “W-where w-were y-you?” His tears collected at the corners of his eyes.

Time’s heart squeezed in his chest. Oh how those few words hurt his heart. Wild was stuttering like he did when they first met him. “Oh, Wild, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to let you two out of my sight, but I’m here now. Are either of you hurt?”

“No sir.” they said in unison.

“Good. Come on, we need to go make camp for the night. Do you want to help me find the perfect place?"

"Yes!" Wild shouted, throwing his arms up in the air.

"Pleease!!" Twilight was bouncing on his toes.

Time had to let out the chuckle at the sight of his two boys… his two boys. He ruffled their hair before he picked them both up into his arms. He walked away from the group that were gawking at him. Wars said to play along, it really wasn’t that hard to. These two were technically already his anyway.

The night came quickly and everyone was relaxing near the fire. A pot was boiling with milk, goat butter, wheat and carrots to make a carrot stew. Next to the fire were meat skewers to go with it. Everything was cooked under the close eye of Wild, who to their astonishment, still knew how to cook.

“Hey Wild, where did you learn to cook?” Hyrule asked.

“And so young?” Wars asked.

“Uh, m-my Momma taught me. I like helping her in the kitchen when she cooks. She made me an apron too! She said next time I help her, I can make cakes with her.”

The group got quiet as they looked at Wild, then to Time. Time remembered that conversation Wild was referring to. Wild was in the kitchen with Malon when a portal opened up in the front yard. They were talking about baking a cake that night, but Malon smiled and told him that the next time they made it back to the ranch that he could make whatever cake he wanted to.

Malon had made Wild an apron between visits to make sure he felt more at home. It was the same blue as his champions tunic with his name embroidered on it. Malon figured out that Wild’s favorite creature in his Hyrule was the dragons. So Malon, bless her patients, sewed three dragons onto it. A blue, green and red one, blue was in the middle. Wild had explained that the dragons were like spirits that protected the springs of Wisdom, Courage and Power. His favorite being the dragon that resided at the Spring of Wisdom, Naydra. He talked about how he would run as fast as he could and jump off of high cliffs and pillars of ice just to fly near them. He felt more alive while gliding by their sides. Malon hung onto every word.

Now that Wild mentioned this and said that his Momma taught him to cook, everyone put the puzzle together. He was calling Malon his mother.

Time’s heart didn’t know if it wanted to soar with joy or break into a thousand pieces. These two boys who he knew were his own flesh and blood, were calling him and his wife their parents. His heart decided to break on that fact. It broke because they weren’t, though he wished they were. How he would pray for it to be true, knowing it never would come to be.

Neither one of these boys knew their biological parents, whether it was because of being adopted or loss of memories. Time never thought that he and Malon could have that great of an impact on them to where they call them Mom and Dad.

Time smiled and it actually met his eyes. Everyone around the camp visibly relaxed at that.

His thoughts were cut short by Twilight. “Hey Dad?”

“Hmm?”

“D-do you think Momma misses us?”

And there was the heartbreak again. “I’m sure she does very much. We will see her soon, especially since we are only two days walk from home.” Twilight’s ears dropped some as he laid his chin on his knees. “Twi? Come here, what is the matter?” Time reached out his hand to the oldest child.

He stood and shuffled over with his head low. He flopped into Time’s arms with a huff. He didn’t say anything for some time, so Time ran his fingers through the boy’s hair and scratched his scalp. “Twi, I can’t help you if you don’t say what's wrong.”

Another huff. “I just hate leaving home. I love being on the road, but I miss her so much.”

Time could feel the little hands hanging on to his cream colored tunic like it was his lifeline. “We will see her soon and you can spend all the time you want with her. I’m sure she would love that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Time kissed the top of the boy's head and the little one hummed.

“Dinner is ready!!” Wild called out joyfully while Sky got bowls ready.

It was a quiet dinner. Everyone was stuffing their mouths with delicious food. Dishes were washed and put back to where they belonged and the sun was just getting tucked behind the trees.

Time looked up when he heard two sets of giggles from across the camp. Twilight and Wild were covering their mouths as they laughed. Time could see their gears turning as they eyed Wind and Warriors. Time had a knowing smile on his face when the two knee high boys started to creep up to their prey. With a laugh, they pounced. Wild collided with Wind’s back as Twilight landed on Warriors saying, “Gottcha!!”

The two older heroes landed on the ground with little ones scrambling to get up. “Wild! Come on, run!” Twilight grabbed the smaller boy, his brother, by the hand and took off. The victims of the ambush got to their feet and slowly chased them around camp. They pretended to trip or fall when they got close to them.

The camp was full of laughter as the youngest two were caught by Legend and Four, who looked like they were turning new shades of red from it all. Hyrule rushed over to Four and grabbed hold of Wild’s little hands and gently pulled while saying, “I’ll save you!” Sky was Twilight’s savor as Legend started to find his tickle spot along his ribs.

The boys got put down and they ran towards Time. “Daddy, Daddy! Hide us!”

When they plowed into Time’s chest, he laughed saying, “What makes you think I won’t join in and tickle you two as well?” When the two gasped and tried to get out of his arms, Time encircled them and kept them close to his chest as he carefully tickled their ribs and blew raspberries against their necks. The two boys were laughing so hard that they had tears running down their red cheeks. Time himself was laughing hysterically. “Alright you two, time to get ready for bed.”

“Aww.” They both pouted momentarily.

“Go on. The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner we can get on the road and be home.” With that, they tumbled out of his arms and raced to get ready for bed.

“Someone looks like a very proud father.”

Time looked up at Wars who had just approached. He sat on the log Time was leaning against. “Hard not to be. It is a little strange, yet familiar."

“It suits you. I do want to ask, how do you plan on telling Malon? I know she already sees all of us like family, especially those two, but them racing up to her screaming mommy might not be the best way of explaining things.”

“Fair point. When we get a mile away, do you want to run ahead with ‘Rule and explain things to her?” That was really the only option they had.

“That is better than the alternative.” Wars paused, then chuckled. “You know, it has always been clear that Twi is yours, or at least adult Twi. Looking at Wild this young I see, well, I see Mask. A spit fire just like you back then. Just part his hair differently and he is your twin.” They laughed.

“It took me by surprise when I found out that Wild was mine.”

“I think I saw more than a surprised look that day.” Wars tone was a bit more serious.

Time huffed. “Yeah. I knew that I messed up with Legend and Hyrule’s timeline. I was defeated and I still feel guilty about not knowing what messing with time would do.”

“But?”

“But with Wild… He comes from the original timeline. Directly from me, to Twi and I can’t help feeling angry and fearful. Angry because that timeline I took down Ganondorf, yet look at his world. It is in a state of complete destruction. It will take generations to rebuild it. His world has dangers around every corner. You saw how he was when he first joined us. A feral child that didn’t like physical contact, selective mute, slept in trees because it felt safer, stayed in the back of the group so he wouldn’t be turned on. His world is cruel and has been cruel to him. Just look at the difference between his monsters and everyone else's. They are intelligent and surpass the strength of ours by a long shot. That's just the few things we have observed. He hasn’t said anything more about his adventure outside of he now has memory issues, he was a knight and that he failed. We still don’t know what he means by that.”

“There is good that came from that though. I mean, just look at how he fights. He used to be a knight, his Zelda’s personal knight. You see glimpses of that fighting style, but there's that monster style too. Could you imagine how things would turn out if he didn’t fight the ways he does now? Poor thing would have it even harder. He studies monsters' fighting techniques and uses it against them. He is a survivor, adapting to his surroundings.”

“Where did I go wrong that he has to be like that?” Times rubbed his bad eye with his palm.

“You blame yourself. Well, do you blame Twi or Sky?”

Time flinched. “Of course not. How could I ever put blame on them?"

Wars chuckled. “Then how can you blame yourself?” Time looked down at his hands. “The only one who is at fault for his hardships is Ganon. He destroyed the lands he calls home. None of us could have stopped the events from happening even if we were there. It took the better part of the past four months to get Wild to believe that it wasn’t his fault that his lands perished. Don’t make me get Legend involved to make you believe the same thing, because I will.”

“That is actually a terrifying thought.” Time sighed.

“It is, isn’t it?” He placed his hand on Time’s shoulder. “Cheer up, your sons are ready for bed. Get some rest, hold them, we will set up watch.” With one last squeeze on his shoulder, Wars was gone.

His sons walked over with droopy eyes and yawned. “Ready for bed?” He got hums and more yawns. “Come here.” He laid on his side and pulled the thick blanket over himself and the two boys as they clung to each other and pressed against his chest. Sleep came easy once he heard their soft, even breaths.

~

The next two days went by quickly since the boys were entertaining the others with their playing and story telling.

When they were a mile away from Lon Lon Ranch, Time elbowed Wars. Wars nodded and told Hyrule to run ahead with him.

“Where are they going?” Twi asked from on top of Time's shoulders, arms circling around his head.

“He is letting Ma- your mother know we are about to be there so she’s not caught off guard.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Wild, wake up!” Twi bounced slightly.

Wild, who was being cradled against Time’s chest fast asleep, mumbled and tried to open his eyes. “We there yet?”

“About to be. Wars and ‘Ruley went to tell Momma we are almost home.”

Wild snapped awake at that, but only clung to Time as he giggled into his neck. The giggly breath on his neck tickled and made him also chuckle. Oh how he loved these boys.

The mile walk was short, well for everyone except the two boys and Time. The front door opened and Malon greeted everyone. “You made it back!”

There were a few ‘Hi Mrs. Malon’ as they reached the front yard. Time knelt down so Twilight could hop off his shoulders and put Wild down too. They were excited and wouldn’t stop trying to leap off of him. “Okay, okay. Go on.” he mused.

“Momma!!”

“Mommy!!”

The two ran to the front of the groups, weaving between and around legs.

Malon gasped saying, “There you two are! How have my boys been?” She scooped them up into her arms as she stood, one on each hip. They were nestled into her neck.

“Hello darling.” Time walked to his wife and landed a kiss on her lips before he ruffled the boy's hair. “Someone missed you terribly.” He eyed the two boys.

Time went in for another kiss, a longer lasting one. “Eewww!!” Wild shouted and pushed on Time’s shoulder.

“Grose!” Twilight also tried pushing Time away.

“Daddy has cooties!” Wild wiggled in Malon’s arms. Time saw the blush on her cheeks.

“Oh, do I?” He had a mischievous grin. He snagged Wild and held him upside down by his feet. He playfully snarled against Wild’s neck and blew a raspberry. Wild struggled to get away as he laughed. He put him down, making sure he wouldn’t fall. “Alright you two, go play.” They took off running towards the barn, jumping off the porch.

Malon turned to the other boys. “Has Link been like this with them the whole time?” When she got huge smiles filled with laughter, she turned towards her husband. She playfully slapped his chest, “You sap. You all come in. I’m sure there is much to talk about.”

[ghostbsuter]

There was a teen in the cave.

A teen no one knows and looks like he could be a wayne, stands in the cave.

"Actually, I'm a wayne." He says with a shrug.

Bruce, Batman, carefully thinks of the implication.

"Not yet," The teen, Danny, doesn't say anything. Simple smiles. "You're not a wayne, yet. You will be. But not yet."

Then Bruce sighs, dropping the batman mask in order to take in the teen.

"Does future me know of the time travel?"

Dannys smile grows into a grin, deciding to take pity on the man. "You, grandbat, have..." He makes a vague gesture. "Theories, which none of your children ever confirmed."

The bat's mind short-circuits at the choice of words

Dick is sputtering incomprehensibly, there are Baffled expression all around.

Because.

Because that child isn't Bruce's, but one of theirs.

"Who is it?" Jason demands, hand clenching his gun uselessly.

Danny continues to smile, a hint of mischief now peeking out.

The cave is filled with theories, some yell, some sob, yet all eyes leave danny.

All but one pair.

She had known the moment his body language switched just enough for her to read.

She had known the moment he disappeared before the clan.

Had known when his hand found hers, shoulders bumping.

Her heart clenches, throat dry and memories of her childhood flooding to mind.

So she asks, voice soft and hesitant.

"Am I a good mother?"

And danny looks up at cass, adoration and pride laid out plain for her to see and accept.

"You're the best."

And so they both watch the clan together, silent and comfortable.

(Cass doesn't question when she finds him, how and why. All she knows is that she's more attentive when out on patrol, looking and waiting.)

(This is how Cassandra Cain-Wayne returns one night from patrol, a child, barely out of toddler stage and clinging to her form.)

(This is how the Batclan officially meets one Daniel James Cain-Wayne, freshly washed and clothed, a cookie in hand and hiding shyly behind Cass.)

(When they meet, all they say is "Welcome home, danny," and "Good to see you again.", Danny doesn't necessarily get it, but that's okay. Maybe his new mom will explain it one day when he's bigger.)

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Two Dads are better than none

This is probably because I have the Bruharvy brainrot rn and Two Face is one of my favorite characters

Danny’s parents wanted a second child, but years of exposure to ectoplasm left them sterile. It turns out that there are some side effects to living with radioactive materials from another plane of existence. 

Their Solution? Cloning

The issue? The sample they got while in Gotham wasn’t exactly “pure.” After getting a blood sample from a fight between Batman and Two Face, things got little cross contaminated. Now what does this mean?

Danny is the biological child of BOTH Bruce and Harvey

Years pass, Danny grows up, Danny half dies, and life goes on.

Until Danny has to flee Amity. Maybe it’s the GIW, maybe it's and identity reveal gone wrong, maybe the Nasty Burger explosion happened and Danny fled to avoid being taken in by Vlad. 

Danny runs. He also discovered who his biological parents were: Bruce Wayne, and Harvey Dent. Between the Billionaire and the criminal, he wasn’t exactly thrilled with the choices, but he still had to choose

So he flipped a coin

Harvey: So you’re biologically me and Bruce’s kid after your parents used our DNA to make a clone

Danny: Yep

Harvey: And between a billionaire and someone considered criminally insane, you chose me? Why?

Danny: ... I flipped a coin.

Harvey: You really are my kid.

[nenoname]

thinking about stan "god i love cards and gambling" pines

[luminique]

You don't have to do this but I NEED me some Lighter as an adopted older brother or has a baby with the reader. I'm a sucker for big brother or fatherly things!!

‘it’s a rough life out here in the outer ring.’ those words echoed through his head as he scooped up the little baby wrapped up in a blanket. it’s face was all red, seemed to be a few weeks old at most, but he didn’t recall seeing this small package here before. its cries were quiet, due to it being muffled by its own blanket.

the hatred he had in his heart could not overtake how much it throbbed at the sight of such a small bundle of joy, pressed up into his chest as he cradled it to sleep. how was he going to explain this to the rest of the girls? how was he going to explain this to you? but more importantly, how was he going to bring it back without waking it from the loud roar of his bike? piper’s driving was out of the question and calling all of the girls over would just scare it even more.

as he made his way back to his bike, the baby’s little fingers had found its way to his scarf, tugging at it gently. once he had sat down on his bike, he carefully removed his scarf and used it to cover up the precious baby. it was preoccupied enough to not notice him turn on the engine but now was the difficult part; driving back one handed while ensuring it doesn’t wake up.

slowly, he was able to arrive back, a lot later than usual however. he was carefully shushing the baby, stroking its cheek so gently as he made his way to the fire pit. he paid no mind to lucy questioning his absence, nor did he try to entertain caesar’s invitation for a spar. he flopped down on the couch, the warm fire reflecting off of his shades. he looked around for you, desperately wanting some sort of reassurance in this situation.

of course the girls had immediately swarmed him but the moment their eyes landed on the little bundle of joy in his arms, they immediately softened up. awww’s and ooh’s could be heard, like a weirdly harmonized symphony. not before long, your head popped through the crowd and it felt like he had let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

the baby was so good, barely making a noise as he carefully handed it to you, albeit a little clumsily. however, it’s little hand was wrapped around lighter’s finger, gripping it like it’s life depend on it. “this little one really likes you, huh?” you’d try teasing him but he was using all of his power to not just melt at the sight.

he didn’t know he was such a softie. yeah, the Sons of Calydon have made fun of him for being soft once in a while, especially when it came to you, and he knew it but constantly denied it. now seeing you cradling this baby, cooing at it, something in his chest felt warm and it was definitely not from the fire.

after a few minutes, the baby started crying and of course everyone went into a panic. they scrambled around, trying to figure out what had occurred and it turned out that the baby just needed a change of diapers. a kind mother nearby living nearby was more than happy to assist, teaching how to clean and feed. no one ever told you about how stressful it is to handle a crying, squirming baby but after changing it’s diapers and giving it some milk, this was when you realized that the little baby was a girl.

everyone was exhausted and the girls had gone to rest in their rooms. it was fun nonetheless but taking care of a baby is a lot more work than you thought. you flopped back on to the couch, baby still in hand, slowly patting her to sleep. lighter followed you around, wanting to keep the baby close in his sight.

“what should we do with her?” you quietly asked, eyes slowly closing as the baby’s breathing could be felt on your chest.

‘it’s a rough life out here in the outer ring’ there it was again. that same voice in his head. was it telling him to keep the baby? or was it telling him that staying here isn’t the best option? the proxies down in sixth street might know an adoption pla-

he felt your head resting on his shoulder, the slow rise and fall of your chest. a bundle of joy, all wrapped up in his scarf, gripping it tightly like how she did with his finger. as long as he had you, he was sure she would be brought up well. the other members of the Sons of Calydon would also not reject because that’s another girl for them to adore.

he removed his sunglasses, taking one last look at her small face before resting himself. then he looked at you, clearly exhausted yet keeping still for the baby. they say it takes a village to raise a child, he’ll come to understand if it’s true. the start of a new life, for not just this abandoned baby, but for him too.

[youngpettyqueen]

I know the decision to have Julian's parents have him augmented was made on the fly but imo its pretty obvious from early on that Julian has Family Issues because he avoids talking about his family like the plague and I think they should've incorporated this into the Julian and Sisko dynamic right from early on because I think it would've made for some really compelling stories and moments and could've set up a REALLY interesting Julian and Jake dynamic which they kinda started to do but never fully went for

[darth-does-stuff]

ok everybody saying dan fucks is conrad’s dad you do you but for ME personally the fix will always be conrad’s dad because dan gives cool uncle vibes 1000000% percent more than the fix ever will. but we will both live our truth and we will both be happy 🤝

[auronstory]

Favorite character dynamics: —Auron and Yuna

[coquelicoq]

never meet your heroes. or your friends' parents

[that-squishy-robot]

Neither Din or Luke are reasonable people. They are both ride or die for each other and reckless. So if something bad happens it just:

(Breaking out of an Imperial Prison.)

Din: We should burn it down.

Luke: You always know what to say to make me feel better.

[macksartblock]

I’ve made a kiddads post assigning them things that I did/happened to me growing up. Now I’m doing that with the dads and my father’s experiences.

Darryl: In high school, he snuck out to attend a party - at a barn, in the middle of nowhere - with the rest of his football buddies. He did not have a good time and left not even two hours in. Frank didn’t even question him on his whereabouts, he woke up his parents and flat out confessed upon returning home.

Glenn: He was out at a bar with the GCT the night before his wedding. He’d only had one drink and walked outside to call a cab when he fainted and hit his nose off the edge of the curb. No one could figure out why he fainted and, sporadically, he still does. His nose is broken in all of his wedding pictures.

(Bonus: he once fainted in front of a cop after there was a noise complaint. Morgan came down to see Glenn flat on the ground and a mortified cop at their door. Glenn does not remember this at all.)

Ron: Early on in his relationship with Samantha, he took Terry Jr out on a “stepfather-son bonding day”. All they did was sit in a cafe, staring at each other in silence as Terry Jr had a milkshake and Ron had coffee. Ron did not like it and started stealing some of Terry’s milkshake with a spoon. This was the closest they’d ever been before the Forgotten Realms.

Henry: My father is simply too put together. He’s never had an experience like Henry in his life.

[echolocalia]

He then realises with a certain gravity that Arthur Pendragon has not recognised the man in his reflection is a long, long time.

He can actually pinpoint the moment.

He was wandering the halls, just as he was now. He couldn’t have been more than nine summers old.

He remembers looking into the mirror and grinning, a wobbly, gap-toothed grin, he had been unsure of himself, but now he felt like he could fly. He had just unwrapped the bandage from his first ‘battle wound’. Squire trained had started that day, he had nicked himself on a sword.

That was before father actually began to acknowledge his existence and began getting very hurtful in his words.

An older Arthur looks back at him in the mirror, weathered and battle-worn, with too many scars to count, eyes red and face splotchy, he will hear no more of what his father has to say.

[imogenkol]

KINCADE PACK 🐺 (original works) — “The name goes back centuries, and all Miranda cares about is making sure it lasts for many more”

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[pizzaqueen]

I've had this scene in my mind of Eddie encountering Steve’s dad at the hospital post S4 for a while but I didn't know what to do with it. I've written it up, anyway, and I'm posting it here instead of letting it languish. Maybe I'll do something else with it one day?

Just over 800 words, warnings for being in the hospital, I guess and maybe being a little angsty

The first time Eddie meets Steve’s dad, it’s at the hospital, after everything. He’s seen Steve’s dad before, of course he has, everyone knows the Harringtons. But it's always been from a distance, and Mr. Harrington has always seemed arrogant and out of touch.

Eddie waits until Wayne is asleep in the chair beside his bed to get up. Between the shit he's hooked up to and the tightly bandaged wounds, it's not easy, but he needs to do this.

He pulls back the edge of the curtain dividing his bed from Steve’s, then pauses. Steve is lying there, dark circles under his eyes, unconscious and pale and looking less like one of the heroes from Eddie's stories and more like a boy who's seen too many awful things, given too much of himself to them.

Guilt wells up beneath the cotton wool feeling of the painkillers that have been pumped into him. It’s not because it’s Eddie’s fault, but Eddie’s here, on his feet, and Steve isn’t. He will be, though. He has to be.

There’s a vague memory playing in Eddie's mind of Steve carrying him out of that fucking place, Steve's breathing labored, his arms strong but trembling. He'd barely made it out of there before he'd collapsed to the ground with Eddie still in his arms. Everything goes kind of dark after that.

Eddie’s about to step forward, say something—thank you, would be a start—even if Steve can’t hear him, but then he notices that Steve isn’t alone. There’s a man sitting by his side, in the twin of the crappy plastic chair Eddie’s uncle is hunched over in on Eddie’s side of the curtain. He’s wearing a gray sweater and he’s got a sweep of dark hair that looks like he’s been running his hands through it and his nose is the same sharp line as Steve’s.

"Jesus Christ, Steve," he says, voice small and broken, "what the hell did you get yourself into?" His hand rests by Steve’s on the stark white hospital sheet, his pinkie finger hooked over Steve’s.

Steve’s breathing is deep and steady and Mr. Harrington chews on his lip, watching Steve so intently he doesn’t seem to have noticed Eddie standing at the corner of Steve’s bed.

After a few minutes, Mr. Harrington sucks in a deep, shuddering breath and says, "C'mon, slugger, you gotta wake up before your mom gets back from terrorizing the doctors, okay? You know how much she worries…” He trails off, looks away, puts his head in his hands.

And Eddie knows he shouldn't be watching this, but he's frozen. If he ever spared a thought for Mr. Harrington, it was just to think of him as some rich asshole Eddie didn't give a shit about. He has no idea if he's a good dad or even a good person but, right now, Eddie feels bad for him. It makes him miss his own dad and then he feels guilty about that, too. Wayne is right there, sleeping by Eddie's bed because he didn't want to leave him alone and he's a better dad than Eddie's father ever was.

Mr. Harrington makes a small frustrated noise and Eddie finally comes back to himself. He goes to turn away, but, as he does, his foot catches on something and the sound is small but it's loud in the hush of the hospital room.

Steve’s dad looks over, brow furrowing.

“Sorry,” Eddie says, “I wanted to… Sorry.” He shakes his head, which makes it spin. Or maybe it’s the whole room that’s spinning. “I’m Eddie,” he says, and he doesn’t know why. “Munson.”

“The boy wanted for murder?”

“No, I— I hope not.” Eddie breathes out and it feels harder than it should be. “That wasn’t… I didn’t…” His legs feel weak and he should just turn around and go back to bed but he keeps talking: “Steve, he— Saved me.” And it’s only part of what happened and it’s more complicated than that but it’s the truth.

“He—” It looks like Steve’s dad doesn’t know what to do with that and then Eddie’s legs give way and the only thing stopping him from falling is Steve’s hospital bed. “Whoa, hey,” Steve’s dad says, pushing himself to his feet, “you should, um…”

“Dad?” Steve’s voice is croaky and confused. His unfocused gaze slowly moves from his dad to where Eddie’s slumped by his bed. “Eddie? You’re—” He coughs, then winces, and his dad forgets all about Eddie.

“Steve,” is all he says, leaning over his son, hand hovering.

And then there’s a hand at Eddie’s elbow, guiding him away. "C'mon, kiddo," Wayne says, "you shouldn't be up," and he gently helps Eddie up onto the bed.

On the other side of the curtain, there are voices—Steve’s dad, a woman that’s probably Steve’s mom, doctors—but it’s quiet on Eddie’s side. Wayne is there, awake now, watching as Eddie finally lets himself fall asleep again. At least he knows Steve’s awake now. And he’s not alone.

[pocket-prosecutor]

it's not always that bad maybe. sometimes it's fun, even

[stateofdreaming14]

Me explaining why the winking lady at the end of The Church On Ruby Road is Susan, Susan Twist is the one who waited, and Ruby is their love child