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sometimes a blue haired magical girl and a purple haired magical girl just wanna kiss like rivals with homoeroticism 💕✨

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Divergence - ch11

In which Sean is the adult (well... you know what I mean) that every abused child dreamed of. I’m not even kidding. It’s pure wish fulfillment. 

Charles is trying, but he is a product of his own abuse, and therefore he doesn’t actually know what healthy looks like.

Read from the beginning on Ao3 if you like!

“Did you get the teddy bear?” Sean asked Moira as they walked out of the shops back to the car.

Moira rolled her eyes. “Yes, Sean, and the colouring books, and the marbles. Anyone would think Arthur’s lived a deprived childhood the way you treat him!”

“He has,” Sean said indignantly.

“Oh, come on, you’ve seen that place! It’s not exactly living in penury, is it?”

“Well, no,” he frowned. He took a moment to try and find the right words. “It’s not about the stuff,” he said at last. “Maybe he had all the toys and books he ever wanted, but he’s been deprived, that’s for sure.”

“Of what?”

Sean jutted his chin out stubbornly. “Hugs.”

Moira laughed and popped the trunk of the car. “Hugs? Really? Aww, Sean, I didn’t know you were such a softie.”

Sean could feel his ears flaming, and knew his cheeks were clashing with his hair. “Shut up.” He was right, he knew it. He also knew all the others would think he was talking rubbish, that little kids should be seen and not heard, and Arthur was the perfect child. Well, Sean would just have to solve that problem quietly by himself.

He helped Moira unpack the bags in the kitchen, then took the stairs two at a time to Arthur’s room. “Hey, kid?” He peered in. Nothing. Sean shrugged and started the long task of searching the freaking castle they were now living in.

He found Arthur and Francis in the library, and smiled to himself. Arthur was sitting on Francis’ lap, listening with an open mouth as Francis read one of the Sword in the Stone books, putting on voices for all the characters.

Francis glanced up and pinked slightly as he acknowledged Sean there. All of a sudden, it was like a door had been opened. Sean found himself surrounded by a vast medieval forest, ancient oaks soaring up to the sky while an old wizard and a young boy walked and talked. Butterflies drifted past on the intangible breeze, just transparent enough to show the bookshelves behind through their wings.

“Woah… are you doing this?” Sean asked, staring around.

Francis nodded shyly. “I hope you don’t mind? I’ve been projecting the story into Arthur’s mind as I read for him, and I thought…”

“Yeah, this is amazing!” He walked over to the boys on the sofa and dropped himself onto the chair opposite. “Moira and I got you some stuff from the shops,” he said, waving the plastic bag at them.

Arthur jumped down off Francis’ lap and stood, his eyes huge in his little pixie face. “Did you really get me peanut butter? Nobody ever buys peanut butter!”

Sean’s heart clenched. “Uh, yeah, but that’s downstairs. I got you raspberry jelly as well, Moira tried to say strawberry was the best, but what does she know? She’s old!” The boys giggled and glanced at each other. Sean felt proud. “Nah, what I really wanted to show you was this.”

He pulled the teddy bear out of the bag and held it up to his face, pinching at the sides to make its arm move. “Hi, Arthur. I’m gonna be your best friend!” he said in a squeaky voice.

Arthur blinked at the toy and his face went a little slack. Instead of rushing to grab it like any other kid Sean knew, he just leaned ever so slightly forward and clasped his hands together in front of him, rubbing his fingers against each other like he was imagining how soft it was. “It’s lovely,” he said wistfully. “Thank you.”

“Go ahead, give it a cuddle.”

“I can… really?”

“Well, yeah, what else would you do with a teddy?” he asked, reaching out to hand it to Arthur.

He took it in both hands as if it was a precious glass sculpture and stared into its eyes, hypnotised. Sean darted a quick look at Francis. Francis shrugged. “We had a few teddies as children, but they were all heirlooms or collector’s items. They were never things for children to play with.”

“I had some on a shelf in my room,” said Arthur, gently stroking the plush on the cheap teddy bear’s ears. “I used to talk to them, but I couldn’t reach to give them a cuddle.”

Sean swallowed hard and cleared his throat. “Well, this little guy’s made just for cuddling and squishing and getting covered in PB and J. He doesn’t mind a bit of rough treatment.”

“I would never,” said Arthur, looking so earnest that Sean nearly did some cuddling and squishing of his own. “I’ll look after him and keep him safe.”

“You know what you should do?” Raven said from the doorway, smirking as all three boys jumped in surprise and turned to look at her. “You should teach him how to read. Charles was always doing that to me.”

“I can teach him stuff?” Arthur said in awe, looking back down at his toy.

Francis laughed at Raven. “Well, you could always mimic our classmates so well!

Raven smiled at him, a tentative thing that grew slightly as he held her gaze. “I could have mimicked our teachers better than you, doofus,” she said.

Sean clapped his hands and stood up. “Well, playing teacher is all well and good, but now there’s a few more of us, you know what would be even better?”

“What?” asked Arthur, and Sean remembered how much he’d always enjoyed having his little cousins look up at him like he was the arbiter of cool. Once they got to Francis’ age they were usually a bit too superior for that.

He bent down as if to whisper to Arthur in confidence. “We gotta play hide and seek,” he said. “Raven’s seeker!” And with that, he grabbed Arthur’s hand and tugged him, breathless and giggling, down the corridor.

He heard Francis tearing out of the library behind him, and Raven yelling “No telepathy, you cheaters!”

“What the hell?” Alex said, as Sean and Arthur thundered past.

“Hide and seek, man, Raven’s counting to twenty!”

Alex shook his head in disgust as Sean shoved Arthur behind a thick curtain and then scooted into a cupboard.

“Ready or not, here I come!” yelled Raven from down the hall.

Alex looked around, and jumped into a window seat at the last minute. Sean snickered.

“Shut up, Cassidy,” Alex grumbled.

It wasn’t like Sean had been a vital part of the war effort, or whatever they were calling this preparation. Sometimes Hank called him into the labs and tried out a new costume on him.

“Suit,” said Hank snippily. “It’s a highly advanced flight suit.”

Sometimes Erik pushed him out a window or off a satellite dish, and Charles pretended like he disapproved.

Sometimes Sean got to fly.

But most of the time, he kept himself busy. It was a tough job teaching a little kid how to be a little kid, but he was dedicated to his task. Someone had to teach Arthur to be a bit naughty and find all the nooks and crannies of the mansion – he was way too well behaved to be real. It made Sean uncomfortable.

“You’re just making trouble for yourself,” Moira said, smirking as she saw him unpack a set of finger paints from the next shopping trip he went on, with Alex this time. “You know I’m not cleaning that up.”

“As if you clean,” he snorted, because Moira had made her opinion clear on men telling her what to do. She just grinned and left him to his new treasures.

“Arthur,” Sean yelled.

“Goddamn, Sean,” Moira yelled back from the other room. “Go find the kid before you shout the mansion down!”

He found him in the labs, of all places. He frowned as he saw Charles and Hank both bustling around Arthur. Francis was sitting beside him, holding his hand as well, talking quietly. Charles put his hand on Arthur’s cheek. “Now, I know it’s scary being back here, Arthur,” he said, looking into Arthur’s eyes. “Hank just wants to find out more about the universe where you came from.”

Arthur swallowed hard and set his jaw. “I can be brave,” he said.

Charles smiled and patted him. They placed some electrodes on his head, and Arthur took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Stop!” said Sean.

Everyone looked up at him. It was Sean’s turn to swallow and look around. “I mean,” he said. “Is this really… necessary?”

“Welll... we’ve only got a sample size of two, we’re just trying to gather all the data we possibly can,” said Hank, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “We can’t be sure of anything.”

“But you don’t need this for anything important, do you?” Sean said, looking between Charles and Hank. “You’re not trying to send them back, are you?” Francis looked away, suddenly shifty. Sean narrowed his eyes.

“Well, no, we’re not,” said Charles. “We just need to work out the differences between their world and ours, to make sure they’re safe and healthy.”

Sean bit his lip, then set his chin. “Well, I don’t think you need to do any more. Not brain stuff, anyway.”

“He’s fine,” said Francis. “He said he is.”

“No offence,” said Sean, aiming it at Charles mostly. “But he’s been used to telling adults he’s fine.”

“He knows he doesn’t have to lie to us,” Charles said, but he glanced at Arthur warily.

“He’s not lying. But he’s pushing himself for you. You do it too, both you and Francis. Raven and Moira keep teasing you about how you blacked out in Cerebro the first time. I don’t…” He plucked up his courage again. “I don’t… think you’re the best judge of what he can handle.”

Charles winced and looked down. “C’mon, Sean,” Hank laughed. “He is Arthur, he knows what he can do better than any of us.”

“No, Sean’s right,” said Charles, and now Sean felt even worse about it, because Charles looked distraught. “Arthur, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s OK,” said Arthur, shaking his head and looking up at Charles.

Charles gently took the electrodes off and squeezed his little hand. “It’s not OK. I’m sorry I didn’t notice that before.”

He lifted Arthur down off the lab bench and looked up at Sean. “Thank you,” he said.

“I didn’t…”

“No, really,” he said, patting Sean on the shoulder. “Thank you.”

As he passed, Sean caught the tail end of one of Charles’ thoughts – or rather, a memory, projected accidentally in its strong emotion. A kindly man, who hurt him and hurt him, and then patted him on the head and sent him away. The man’s face changed, and became Charles’ own.

Sean closed his eyes and concentrated, sending a thought back along that line towards Charles. You’re not him. Just learn and you’ll be better.

Thank you, Charles said softly.

Francis looked up at Sean and smiled. “I really am OK,” he said as Sean picked Arthur up. “I want to help Hank with his research.”

“Sure?” Sean said. Francis nodded. Sean made an I’m watching you face at Hank, who blinked at him and turned away, disconcerted.

“I’m fine,” Francis laughed. “But… thank you for looking after us.”

Sean quirked a grin and turned, jogging Arthur on his hip. “You want to do some painting, kid?”

Arthur nodded, a bright smile splitting his cheeks, and Sean squeezed him close, blowing a raspberry on his neck.

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BASICS.

FULL  NAME.   Kal-El (birth name), Clark Joseph Kent (legal name). NICKNAME.   “Smallville”, Supes, Big Blue, boy scout. AGE.   35 (during Zero Hour, 1994). BIRTHDAY.  February 29. ETHNIC GROUP.   Kryptonian. NATIONALITY.   American (legal nationality). LANGUAGE / S.   Clark can learn any language quickly, according to his necessity. He knows English, Kryptonese, some African dialects, Spanish, French, Russian, Portuguese, Mandarin Chinese, Korean, Japonese, Arabic, several more. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   Bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.   Biromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS.   Single (verse dependent). CLASS.   Middle. HOME TOWN / AREA.   Smallville, Kansas - USA (legal), Kryptonopolis, Lurvan - Krypton (birth). CURRENT HOME.   Hamilton County, Metropolis - USA; Metropolis - USA (verse dependent). PROFESSION.   Reporter (newspaper columnist) and author of fiction novels.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR.  Black. Thick, but soft. EYES.   Alien blue (a color that can’t be described by humans). NOSE.    Not too pointy, long, a bit thick. FACE.   Square, sharp, large jaw. LIPS.   Not so thin. COMPLEXION.   Fair, thick. BLEMISHES.    None. SCARS.   Clark’s skin is too hard, and regenerates fast if damaged. He doesn’t have scars for long. TATTOOS.   None. A tattoo needle wouldn’t be able to make a scratch on his skin. HEIGHT.   6′ 3″. WEIGHT.  235 lbs / 107 kg. BUILD.   Athletic, built. FEATURES.   Highly attractive. ALLERGIES.   None. USUAL HAIR STYLE.   As Superman, he leaves a strand hanging over his forehead. As Clark, he usually parts his hair on the left. USUAL FACE LOOK.    Smiley, gentle. USUAL CLOTHING.    Simple suit, tie, social shoes. His Superman outfit.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S.   Failure, death of people he loves, destruction of Earth, crossing the line. ASPIRATION / S.  Protecting the world, helping. POSITIVE TRAITS.   Friendly, courteous, sensitive to the feelings of others, honorable, trustworthy, reliable, helpful, loyal, and respectful of “life, love, and the pursuit of happiness”. NEGATIVE TRAITS.   Take things too personally, repress his feelings, overload himself, reluctant to change, too altruistic, idealistic. MBTI.   ISFJ (the defender). ZODIAC.   Pisces. TEMPERAMENT.   Phlegmatic. SOUL TYPE / S.   Caregiver (20), Helper (20). ANIMALS.   Sable. VICE HABIT / S.   None. FAITH.   In humanity. GHOSTS?   Clark believes in ghosts. AFTERLIFE?   Yes. REINCARNATION?   He’s indifferent. ALIENS?   He IS an alien. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT.   He doesn’t have an alignment. He believes in equality, justice and truth. ECONOMIC PREFERENCE.   None. He believes in a world where everybody can have something to eat in the end of the day. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION.   - EDUCATION LEVEL.   Degree in Journalism from Metropolis University.

FAMILY.

FATHER.   Jor-El (birth father) and Jonathan Kent (adoptive father). MOTHER.  Lara Lor-Van (birth mother) and Martha Kent (adoptive mother). SIBLINGS.   Mon-El (Clark sees him as a brother), Kon-El (clone), etc. EXTENDED  FAMILY.   Jonathan Samuel Kent (son), Lois Lane-Kent (wife, verse dependent), Kara Zor-El (cousin), Christopher Kent (foster son), etc. NAME MEANING / S.   Kal-El: star child (Kal: child, El: star); Clark: scribe, secretary, cleric, scholar, clerk; Kent: border, rim. HISTORICAL CONNECTION ?   Rao (ancestor), Kem-L (ancestor).

FAVOURITES.

BOOK.   To Kill a Mockingbird. MOVIE.   To Kill a Mockingbird. SONG.  - DEITY.   - HOLIDAY.   4th July. MONTH.   June (the month his parents found him). SEASON.   Spring. PLACE.   His parents’ farm. WEATHER.   Warm, sunny. SOUND.   Birds singing in the morning. SCENT / S.   The smell of Kansas in the springtime. TASTE / S.   Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. FEEL / S.   The warmth of a hug. ANIMAL / S.   Krypto. NUMBER.   1. COLOUR.   All colors, although he loves red, blue, yellow and pink most.

EXTRA.

TALENTS.   Excellent writer, spectacular football and baseball player, Kryptonian abilities, high intelligence. BAD  AT.   Flirting, showing his feelings. TURN  ONS.   Kindness, determination, honesty. TURN  OFFS.   Arrogance, disrespect, lies. HOBBIES.   Writing, flying, reading, working, helping people. TROPES.   The Last Son of Krypton. The Man of Steel. The Man of Tomorrow. The Big Blue Boy Scout. The iconic Cape. The definitive Flying Brick. The Big Good. AESTHETIC  TAGS.   Good. Friends. Family. Papers. Novels. Work. Glasses. Suits. GPOY  QUOTES.   “ Whatever you are, be a good one.“ - Abraham Lincoln.

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC / S.   - ALT  FC / S.   - OLDER  FC / S.   - YOUNGER  FC / S.   - VOICE  CLAIM / S.  Tim Daly and George Newbern.

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1.   if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about? A1.  All I wanted to write was a movie about how good Superman is, and how we need more people like him in the world. Something to show Superman’s essence like the old cartoons of my childhood. I’ve been trying to be a gentle person, a good one because of Superman, so I want the new generation to follow his steps, and make a better world. The style would be adventure, science fiction. I’m not good with names, so -shrugs-.

Q2.   what would their soundtrack / score sound like? A2.   Aww, from Superman TAS, by Shirley Walker (rest in peace). Also, from 70′s Superman’s soundtrack.

Q3.   why did you start writing this character? A3.   To be honest, I never thought I’d be writing Superman one day. It’s a well-known character and very popular. I needed some “light” writing (since I’ve been writing manipulative characters long enough), so I decided to give this character a chance. I also love him a lot. <3

Q4.   what first attracted you to this character? A4.   When I was a kid, I watched Superman TAS, Justice League and I loved Superman (although Batman was my favorite). I grew up with people telling me Superman was too overpowered and too predictable, so I blocked my interest in him until I decided to read comics about him. I saw that people judged his character more because he’s genuinely good, and they prefer reading stories with complicated, even bad characters, because ‘good’ is too boring (-coughs- they prefer Injustice’s Superman -coughs-). Even in real life, I see good people being stepped simply for being good. So, I became very attached to Superman, because I hope one day people will be as good as him. Of course, Superman has negative traits, and that makes him a great char. He’s not flawless as some people say, on the contrary.

Q5.   describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5.   I don’t think there’s something I dislike about Superman? He has qualities and negative traits, but I like him because of those. That makes him unique.

Q6.   what do you have in common with your muse? A6.   I try to help people, to do the right thing.

Q7.   how does your muse feel about you? A7.   I like to think that Superman’s proud of me for trying to be a better person each day.

Q8.   what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with? A8.  All his inner circle of friends and family like Pa and Ma Kent, Jon Kent, Chris Kent, Lois Lane, Kon-El, Jimmy Olsen, Perry White, Bruce Wayne, Diana of Themyscira, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, Arthur Curry, Lana Lang, J’onn J’onzz, Steel, etc and, of course, his enemies like Lex Luthor, Brainiac, Metallo, Cyborg Superman, Eradicator, General Zod, Crime Syndicate, Justice Lords, etc.

Q9.   what gives you inspiration to write your muse? A9.   Reading comic books about him, watching his cartoons, sending memes.

Q10.   how long did this take you to complete? A10.   My whole morning. Sorry for not replying my threads yet ahhhhhh!