Tony sighed dramatically and pressed the palm of his hand to his face in exasperation. This kid was going to drive him insane. “I can’t believe I actually have to tell you this… No, you cannot test your new ‘venomous’ webs on yourself.”
Peter rolled his eyes and Tony had the sudden urge to give him a light smack upside the head for being ridiculous and teenager-y, but he couldn’t do that… because Peter wasn’t there in the lab with him. The kid was face-calling him from school for some God-knows reason, claiming to be bored in study hall with no homework to do to pass the time.
“Whatever. Are you picking me up today?” Peter questioned, fiddling with the earbuds in his ear, then dropping his gaze to pick at some tape stuck to his desk with his fingernails, looking bored and tired as he propped his elbow on the desk and rested his cheek in his hand.
“I thought you were spider-manning today,” Tony hummed, looking down at his own desk, examining the guts of his most recent project sprawled across the surface.
“Well, yeah, but um…” Peter paused, looking up at the phone with a sheepish laugh, and Tony should know, because Peter was sheepish a lot.
His eyes narrowed when he picked up on the nervous tone lined with faux amusement in an attempt to lighten the mood. He lifted his head to look at Peter and glared, because what could he have possibly done this time?
“What did you do?” He questioned calmly, narrowing his eyes, leaving no room for debate because the obnoxious child would most certainly try to veer around it if given the opportunity.
“I didn’t die…” Is what the kid decided to start with.
hello precious daughter it’s been ages since I saw you and ohdear look at you still alive and looking rather well and goodness did you have breakfast and are you getting enough sleep how is the other dad treating you how are you feeling also what are y
Can you do Virgil being manipulated by deceit and Patton protecting him like the great dad he is?
Patton can tell something is wrong when he knocks on Virgil’s door to tell him it’s time for dinner. But, it’s not just wrong- it’s a different kind of wrong. Usually, if Virgil’s having a bad day, he’ll be silent in his room, only giving one word answers. Now, Patton can just hear a deafening clatter from Virgil’s room- rustling papers, things getting thrown about, and Virgil muttering, “Where is it? No no no no-”
Patton knocks again.
“Who is it?!” Virgil yelps.
“It’s me, kiddo. You okay in there?”
There’s a little pause, then Virgil sniffs. “Tell me something only Patton would know.”
Oh. This again. Patton stops himself from sighing- it’s far from Virgil’s fault that doubts keep coming back.
“You’ve written a list of favourite dad jokes,” Patton says patiently, kindly. “And Logan nearly fainted when he saw his accidental one was in the top three.”
Virgil laughs, but it sounds watery. Patton bites his lip in sympathy.
Thankfully, the door opens. “Sorry, Patton,” Virgil says.
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, Virge. Now, what’s-”
“It’s just-” Virgil cuts him off, eyes frantic. “He took it. Your… your…” Virgil swallows. “Your card.”
Patton blinks, then remembers: UR FAM ILY.
“You sure, it might just be lost?” he suggests gently. “Don’t worry, it’s just a-”
“No, it’s not just anything,” Virgil snaps. “It- it was yours and you made it for me and it’s definitely not lost because I’d- I’d put it in a frame okay? It was by my bed a-and he knew that and I- I hate him, why does he have to ruin-”
“Oh, Virge,” Patton says. His heart aches for him- he’s so touched. “I’ll make you another one okay? I’ll- I’ll make you five hundred.”
Virgil laughs again, one hand reaching up to rub at his eyes. His fingers come away wet.
Patton hugs him, holding him close. “Didn’t realise you liked my little doodles so much,” he teases.
Virgil hugs him back, and Patton feels a wet spot growing on his shoulder. He hushes Virgil, rocking them both a bit.
“They’re more than doodles, Patton. They- it… it meant a lot to me. S-still does.”
That settles it. Patton pulls away, and gestures behind him. “Head on over to my room, huh? We can draw some and ooh!” He claps in excitement. “Maybe you could teach me that uh graphicalls!”
Virgil smiles. “Calligraphy.”
They spend the rest of the day drawing multiple cards, and Patton knows he’s going to have more than a word with Deceit later.
Former delinquent Virgil Raine’s life has finally gotten back on track
under the care of detective Logan Sanders, but after his dark past
caught up with him and caused a friend to get injured he is devastated.
The urge to simply disappear and protect those morons from the dangers
he keeps attracting is hard to resist. Logan knows his little delinquent
well though and ensures he feels safe and cared for and helps him
realize that they can rely on each other. Holding him is no hardship at
all for the man who’s made it his mission to provide protection for his
family after all.
Warnings: Hints of
past violence and past eating disorder, anxiety, crying (now it
sounds bleak, but it’s really frigging cute, I swear!)
Pairing: Platonic analogical
Mine to protect
Logan sighed as he
once again heard a thumping sound from the room that had become
Virgil’s own. After they’d finally come home from the hospital,
the young man had looked ready to collapse, guilt and fear about
their near miss, about the injury of his friend pressing heavily
against his mind. Instead of trying to flee their care again, the
former delinquent had avoided getting captured by Roman’s well
meaning hands trying to gently forestall his escape again and had locked
himself into his room.
Fear twisted in
Logan’s stomach as he gently taped a band aid over his partner’s
large, well manicured hand. The younger detective looked quite
crushed, and not only because Virgil had made sure to scratch and
kick him properly for trying to hold onto him. Roman had done the
right thing though. From the start of their relationship, Virgil had
feared for the safety of his voluntary protectors, had feared his
dark past catching up to him and hurting them. He was far too
selfless to not try to remove himself from their lives. Well. That
would not do. He’d have to calm his little delinquent down before
he hurt himself or talked himself into leaving again. The keys to
Logan’s front door were still hanging from their hooks next to the
door after all, tempting him to unlock the door and slip away in the cover of nightfall. Logan’s unadorned ones, Roman’s impractical,
colorful Disney ornaments as well as Virgil’s simple and practical
purple carabiner hook. Logan had gifted in to him so he could attach
his keys to his belt loop when he kept them inside his pocket. The
idea of the young man loosing access to the place of safety he had
created for him had made his stomach churn uncomfortably. He wanted
him to feel secure in his right to come and go as he pleased. To know
that this flat wasn’t just Logan’s anymore, but theirs.
so… swap AUs are still cool, right? can I jump on this bandwagon too?
man. the idea of Connor being a Protective Dad just seriously gets my heart and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to draw it out. I’ve seen a few other folks online draw out some swap AUs with the characters, so I’m not gonna take credit for this idea, but I definitely like the concept and wanted to try my own hand at it.
I really hoped to try and draw some sketches of Kara and Hank to go along with these, but I haven’t been able to draw them and I’m not sure when I’ll have a chance to get around to it. :v hhng I hope you guys enjoy these sketches anyway, though ;o;
(Please do not remove caption or repost. also on dA)