#laz thinks hes the favorite dad after this (hes wrong)

[funktechnisch]

sometimes a family is rook his boyfriend and his boyfriend's son he steals every night

[scuttle-buttle]

WC: 1104

Rated: T (to be on the safe side)

Tags: fluff, family dynamics, mentions of child abuse, mentions of medical emergency (there is none), hurt/comfort

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The sound of banging and running around downstairs caught Laszlo’s attention. Sophia was on a playdate with one of her school friends, so he couldn’t imagine why someone would be making such a ruckus downstairs. At the slam of another door he let his worries get the better of him. Quickly he sets down his pen and stands up.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs he sees Stevie, a backpack slung across his shoulders, and looking like he’d been swept up by a tornado. The teen had been with the family almost a year now, after you and the professor legally adopted him the previous July. “What’s the rush, Stevie?”

The boy barely pauses. “Just going out with some friends, I'll be back later!” he tosses over his shoulder.

“Hold on a moment-” Stevie turns on his heel and waits as Laszlo descends into the foyer. The two stand at eye level; at the rate he was going the teen would be taller than Laszlo by summer's end. “Who are these friends?” Laszlo didn’t mean to interrogate him, but this was the first he’d heard of the teen going out.

“Just Joseph and Paulie. I already cleared it with the Missus and she just said I gotta be back before 10.” He looks down to check his messages on his cell phone before typing out a quick response.

“I see…” Laszlo couldn’t fault the boy. He was 16 and wanted to have fun with others his own age - it was crucial to his socio-emotional development. It had been a bit of a rocky start when Stevie first joined the family. He had few friends, and those that he did were often less than savory or caught up in many of the old schemes of his biological father. You both helped him get away from that life. But nothing was ever perfect. Laszlo understood the need to rebel as a teenager, hell, he’d done it himself to spite his father countless times. He trusted Stevie, yet he did what good fathers do: worry.

Taking a step closer he tells him “well, in that case have fun. Should anything happen, call us - I do mean anything, Stevie. And you know the rules, no-”

“-No drinking, no drugs, and no smoking, I know. I promise.” Stevie rolls his eyes halfheartedly, but follows with a serious nod.

Laszlo bit back his grin, patting the boy on the back. “Then I suppose we will see you later, if not in the morning.” He takes out a 20 dollar bill from his wallet; “for pizza.”

Stevie flings the door open with a woosh and snatches the money in a flourish ; “thanks, bye dad!” The door shuts with a bang.

Bye dad.

Laszlo blinks.

Bye dad.

His breath catches, his heart refuses to beat for a second. His feet are glued to the floor.

Bye dad.

He watches the unmoving mahogany of his front door, as if the swirling patterns in the wood and glass will bring some sort of clarity to his frozen mind.

Bye dad.

Dad.

You finish setting up the crock pot with tonight's roast, and head off to find your husband. It wasn’t often, if ever at this point, that the two of you had the house to yourselves. You wanted to make use of it. Leaving the kitchen you see him standing in the foyer, facing the door. “Laz…” you call out in a sing-song voice.

The first clue that something is wrong is that he’s not moving.

“Laz?” You step up beside him. He doesn’t look at you. Your first thought is that he’s had some sort of stroke or some medical emergency - he’s not that old per say, but shit happens. Studying his face you see pursed lips and a furrowed brow. “Laszlo? What’s going on? Hey...” You grab his bicep and squeeze. A single tear escapes him; he opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. The doctor clears his throat.

“Stevie, he….” Laszlo swallows thickly, the words escaping him still.

Now you panic for the boy that was within your walls and fine not five minutes ago when you last saw him. “Didn’t he just leave? Was he okay? I’m not..?”

“He…” your husband clears his throat again, giving the hint of a sniffle as he scratches the side of his nose. In a rough whisper he explains “he called me dad.” His watery eyes meet yours before darting away and then back again. “I don’t know if he realizes that he… or if he even meant it in that way but…”

“Oh sweetie,” you cup his face in your hands, brushing away the fallen tear with your thumb. “I think he did mean it, how could he not? Even if it was an in the moment kind of thing it means he still thinks of you like that, like his dad.” You move to wrap your arms around Laszlo. He melts into your embrace after a few seconds.

“Growing up my father and I… we never…” He huffs against your ear. “It was never like this. I wanted to make him proud of me but I knew I never could - I wanted to have a relationship that was more than being a reminder of his mistakes, I-” he pauses as he gathers himself. “I feel I shouldn't be so overcome, given we have Sophia but I…” His tears dampen your shoulder, but you couldn’t care less.

“No, Laz I get it. With Stevie it is different. What you have with Stevie is beautiful and exactly what you should’ve been able to have yourself when you were young." Fingers carding through his hair you continue; "you are giving him the life - the love - you were deprived of. And that’s…” you shake your head, finding yourself overwhelmed with emotion, “that’s something that he’s going to remember the rest of his life. About how loved and cherished and cared for he was by you. And he’s going to do the same for you."

Laszlo nodded into your neck, his silver-tinged beard scratching at the delicate skin. Gently you pull his face out from your shoulder to place a light kiss to his lips.

The two of you stood like that, simply holding each other close and foreheads touching, for several minutes. It was enough for Laszlo to settle his emotions. You spent the remainder of the afternoon cuddled together on the couch watching reruns of your favorite show on Netflix. At one point he fell asleep with his head in your lap.

And the next time Stevie calls Laszlo dad - he's ready.

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[britishsass]

First Line Tag Game

So, my friend @tyriantyrant tagged me here to do this. Here goes.

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I’ll do them behind the cut, and I’ll be using all my WIP projects (Then a few that are complete.) Here goes.

 1) Red Flags (working title): To G, everything was red flags.

(A mafia AU portal fic for some friends of mine-- It’s likely going to have hints of Dougline with a lot of angst about what happened to her and not being able to tell anyone.)

2) The Trial (working title): He stood silently, looking between the prosecution and the defense.

(A fic based off of a roleplay I’m doing with a bunch of people, going off of the idea that one character could be accused of murdering his brother and there are multiple lawyers in the roleplay, so why not put him on trial for it. Genfic.)

3) Gelly Face Chapter 4: Another night. Another dream. In the familiar halls of the apartments, a deep, strong, and almost mournful riff tore through the night, born by the quick, gentle movements of his fingers on the strings. 

(A Sally Face/Portal au longfic that’s been going on for ages behind the scenes. Genfic with some hints of oc/oc, Dougline, Raingil, and Stephgel, but it’s not the focus.)

4)  Cabinet Man: “I have never seen a person win at the game that killed me.”

(A video game I plan to make one day, based on the song Cabinet Man by Lemon Demon. Gen, built on family)

5) Case Files: I didn’t ask to be a detective. I demanded it.

(An original book I’m writing with my gf-- No spoilers here, y’all ;) )

6) Chell Phone: On the list the things Miss Johnson was ready for, she preferred to think that everything in day to day life was included: She was used to low funds, starvation, poor health, aches and pains, and plenty more.

(An abandoned Portal fanfic about Chell after Aperture)

7) Untitled Conrayah: “Don’t talk to that one, newbie.”

(An among us fanfic being written with my gf since we made our characters into more realistic people. Genfic)

8) Untitled Hero/Villain au: The Spectre knew when he was beaten, especially when Blitz was involved.

(A Dougline sickfic/superhero au about Doug as a vigilante “villain” trying to fix the money imbalance and Caroline as a hero who accidentally takes away his sight while trying to stop him, and has to stay with him as he recovers.)

9) GLaDOS recognizing Doug (working title): “The ventilation shafts were the opposite of Chell's favorite way to travel, but then again, it was still nicer than the countless elevator rides she had lived through.”

(A story about Chell and GLaDOS coming across Doug in one of the pods during chapter 8-9 of Portal 2.)

10) Mirror Man: This story does not begin with action, nor with a happy family.

(An original book being written with my friend Asher. Yet again, no spoilers ;) )

11) Untitled self-insert episodic fic: Another early morning in the Mystery Shack. Oxy pushes pancakes around their plate, avoiding eye contact with their dad and their uncle, who are chatting in detail and barely avoiding an argument.

(As it says, it’s an episode fic. I wanted to make a sort of series of Gravity Falls episodes that took place a few years after the show and took place in the fall, using my own oc there.)

12) To The Moon AU: On one late night in 2020, Owl drove down the road, barely able to focus on the path with the rain, dull light, and the pumping music-- This time, Lazarus had put on some Mother Mother. 

(A fun sort of au fic with me and my friend Laz as workers at Sigmund Corp going through Doug’s memories, solely because I thought it would be fun to go through it.)

13) Trafficking au: She needed his help more than ever before, even though she didn’t want to admit it.

(A REnis fanfic written with my gf that was going to be a dark take on the universe, using creatures as a sort of stand-in for current issues. Mark/Enis, of course)

14) Your Turn To Test AU: Reluctantly, Chell walked out of the room to join the others.

(A YTTD/Portal au that has been mostly planned out, but still needs time to actually continue. Being written with a friend.)

15) Silence: Doug hated the silence much more when he couldn’t even think through it.

(A Gravity Falls/Portal au shortfic taking place during weirdmageddon. Was going to be about the whole statue thing and how it actually feels.)

~~~

After this point, they’re all done!

16) April 8th: For the first time since they had arrived, Mayday did not allow themself a pleasant spot in the sun.

(A shortfic about my oc Mayday and how they cope with the anniversary of a loss.)

17) Testing: For a change, Doug had finally managed to get an approved vacation, something about as rare as a statement without ulterior motive from Cave.

(A shortfic about Doug Rattmann being put through testing and how working at Aperture was Not Good.)

18) another nightmare: Ford was used to nightmares, but not when others were near. With Fiddleford in the room, he had expected them to get easier.

(Also about the roleplay I’m in, but this time, it was built off of a scene from another game that felt too familiar with Ford from Gravity Falls. Basically, being unable to control what you do and hearing yourself hurting someone you love.)

19) smells like...: Though Doug could never admit it, the hallucinations had gotten much worse, to the point he could've sworn a few were truly there even after checking his usual ways to defend himself from fakes

(Still about that roleplay, but this time, a scene with Doug and a mental breakdown.)

20) Blame: It was difficult to focus on anything other than the suggestion of blame. Who did it. Who was in the wrong. Every time, it came back to what he could have done.

(A very short fic about that roleplay yet again to destress.)

I’ll tag @clockworkjunkie and @legallymean because i think my other friends were already tagged, oof--

Things that they have in common: I don’t tend to remember to describe places or people, only to jump right into info-dumping or setting a scene with actions or what the point of it is. 

My favorite one is likely 17 because I find that hilarious.

[pkmnsdarkqueen]

Mun talks about her D&D characters for munday

I thought it’d be fun to let ya’ll hear about them. Also I know a ton of them start with L names, I’m sorry and I don’t know how this happened. 

Lokni-Human Blood Hunter (TW: death, demons, sex, child neglect, pregnancy complications) Life goal: To kill Raktos the demon  Campaign: Ravnica

The current favorite of my friends who I’ve played a few games with. Personally I think he has one of the most tragic backstories but I had to give him an intense one cause he has a very dramatic goal. The campaign is set in Ravnica which for those who don’t know is a setting where most things take place in a large city where power is divided by guilds. My child is in the Raktos guild which is the ones who throw parties put on shows, and run the brothels. Thing is they also kinda murder folks alot, live on the idea of viva la anarchy and they do this to keep their guild leader, a massive demon happy so he doesn’t end the world. Now that you’re caught up his story goes as follows. He was born to two parents, things were great, his mom got preggers, she was out with her husband and got dragged into a Raktos show cause they do that, she was injured and basically it became either save her or her unborn child and he insisted on the child. Dad blames the kid for loosing his wife, neglects teh child, Lokni also a child adopts his dad’s mindset being confused and hurt, family friend of mom takes in unwanted child (she is a centaur by the way), Lokni realizes eventually his dad really doesn’t care about him either as dad slips further into insanity about wanting to bring his wife back, Lokni decides to go apologize to bro who instantly forgives to live with centaur mom. Later they are told their dad is dead getting mixed up with the wrong people (however based on hints from the dm I fear he is not dead and also fear when the dm brings him back). His goal as a character is this: He wants to make sure no family ever ends up ripped apart like his so he wants to kill Raktos and put someone else on the throne, not him cause he recognizes he is not emotionally stable enough to run anything. Although originally I was planning on making him more obsessive about his goals and basically become his dad, obsession and hurt drives people to crazy things, but he kinda ended up finding a 16 year old ghost girl in the woods who’s been stuck to possess a knife and basically was like,”well this child clearly has a rough time in life I’m gonna adopt them!” and fatherhood is forcing this man to rethink things cause murdering Raktos=major trouble and he doesn’t want to rip up this new family he’s making so now considering teleporting him away? changing him to be a good person? Yeh it’s getting complicated. OH and he was kind of forced to drink some potion stuff, cause his boss is crazy (she has a ghost choir that she possibly killed everyone there, complete with a kazoo section cause ya boi Lokni on a whim said it needed more kazoos and she listened to him cause he knows music, he plays the spoons and does magic tricks btw as a job, so clearly he knows what he’s talking about) and ye so he is a fox lycanthropy now.

Lapis Lazuil/Laz-Triton, Cleric.  Life goal: Literally be the best monster killer Campaign: Regular D&D 5e

Basically we had a D&D show we were filming at school up until things got too busy with the main show we were producing. This character came before Lokni and we were told,”hey so your characters are monster hunters at this guild but they’ve all kind of been kicked out of their former parties for one reason or another which ya’ll can decide and this is your last chance to stay in the guild.” Me: “cool imma make a triton that hates water, and their a tempest cleric.” Dm: “....why, why are you like this.” Me: “YOU SAID MAKE BAD DECISIONS!” So ye that’s how Laz was made. Her story is that she was adopted by rock genasi. She thinks her parents abandoned her. Truth is they just fell on hard times just before she was born and well couldn’t afford a child so did what they could now trying to find her. So she changed her birth name to be named after a rock like the rest of what she considers her real family. She also has the attitude of the stereotypical highschool cheerleader on disney movies and talks like one too but with a more raspy voice because she is dehydrated, again she hates water because of her hatred for her ‘real family’ and also she genuinely doesn’t like the way it feels,”It’s just liiiike the worst ya know, um like on my skin....yeah so don’t pass out in water or whatever cause like I probs won’t try to heal you....sorry not sorry.” That was literally her first line to the rest of the party. I now use her in one offs and like low key she is alot of fun. 

Luc-Pantoran (I forgot the class and the dm still has our character sheets cause thank you virus) Life goal: Clear their name! Campaign: Starwars 

So first of all funny thing about this one is that usually I have a gender and voice made pretty early into creating a character. With this person....I did not, like literally I got everything else figured out except these two details so I decided,”You know what! You don’t get either of them!” Their story went like this, they have 12 siblings ok, super rural regular family in the inner planets. All of their siblings are wildly successful and they were average. They knew they couldn’t really succeed like everyone else but hey did find themselves enjoying being a nuisance so basically when asked what they wanted to do with their life they would look up at the adult asking and just go,”Crime.” SO that’s exactly what they did. Once they became an adult they ran off, used sleeping with folks to get what and where they wanted, eventually joined a pirate crew, and life was great. They were so good, and kind of had a thing going with the captain that they became first mate. Pretty recently they realized they didn’t relate to either gender and became non binary, they also are still trying to figure out their voice so it would change rather often. Thing is they got framed for stealing from the captain, and hey they’ve done alot of bad but they HAVE NOT broken trust like that, after all they actually cared about the captain, and for once was considering being just with them instead of sleeping around. Nonetheless they are on the run now trying to clear their name. Their theme as a character is,”hey you know that little voice in your head that tells you not to do something, ye they don’t have that. Just a voice that says, do what ya wanna do pal!”

Clarity-Robot, vault dweller (Tw: death mention, human experimentation, dog experimentation) Life goal: Just see the world Campaign: Fall out

I love this character so much she is a baby however her theme is,”depending on perspectives people can come across as wildly different things.” So If you’ve played fall out no she’s not a Mr. Handy or one of the robots that looks incredibly human like. We decided an amalgamation of the two fit her story better and it was available in the unofficial fall out table top we were playing. She looks humanish, a human like form but with clear casing showing her inner workings and a human mask to try to look  more friendly. She’s got on a little yellow dress on too, very vintage, and with the sweetest most innocent sounding voice. She even travels with a Dalmatian who, as a robot could think of only the most appropriate name to describe her grizzled hound, Spot. As for fighting one arm can transform into a flame thrower and the other into a chain saw. Also as a robot she can not go against programming. She also makes comments such as,”I am overjoyed you will not become a plant!” “Oh no don’t pick flowers! I would hate to hurt the plant...” “Are you sure the grass will not mind if I step on it?” If you have played fallout you might know where this is going. Basically there are 2 vaults that are important, both of them are found over grown with plants one containing half human half plant monstrous creatures. Her story is that she was in the vault that laster holds the monstrous creatures. Her programming was to continue the experiment, the experiment to combine humans with plants in an attempt to improve upon humans. She could not tell the humans what she was doing, and she could not stop the experiment until it was complete. There were dogs there under her command to be used as experiments too or keep the plants in line. So the chain saw and flamethrower were to stop unruly plant monsters from attacking her and keep them in line until finally the order came that the experiment was over and she was no longer needed. So she left, secretly horrified by her actions attempting to avoid ever processing what she witnessed fully through her system. She wants to see the world for herself now with her dog friend. Again when people meet her she seems like a sweet angel going so far as to worry about even the feelings of plants, but for anyone who was in that vault they would see her as a very different person.