creaked as Henry plopped down on it with a huff. He rested his cane
on what he presumed to be a desk next to him and leaned back. Soft
drips and a wet slapping sound told him that Bendy was standing in
front of him.
for a minute, buddy…”
With that he
heard a heavy plopping sound, one that shook his chair slightly, as
Bendy flopped backwards onto the floor. There was a few moments of
silence and Henry closed his eyes, trying to relax his aching body.
expecting to feel a familiar soft hand touch his face. A gasp escaped
him as he jumped a little and the hand pulled away for a moment
before Goopy let out a soft, inquisitive growl. And then the hand
went back to his face and traced one of the scars, going from his
eyebrow, across his nose, and to the other cheek.
“You want to know how this happened?”
He heard a deep
“Mhm,” and smiled. “Alright.” With that he
leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Soft breaths hit his
face, and he could tell Bendy was sitting very close to him now.
“I got drafted
in a war. I was out in the field when we hit a mine. It um…” He
scratched the back of his neck, clearing his throat in the process.
“It took out the guys a few feet away from us. The shrapnel hit me
in the face. And since then, my world’s been nothing but blackness.”
There was a few
moments of silence. Then he suddenly felt Bendy’s hand on his face
again, right over his eyes. With a smile he did the same in return,
feeling a deep frown and a furrowed brow underneath all the goopy
about it bud… I’m still the same guy as I was before. Just like
you’re the same Bendy I created.”
He heard Bendy’s
breath hitch. The hand on his face froze immediately, and he could
feel the tremble that came soon afterward.
we’ve talked about this before. I don’t know what you’ve been told,
but you are still my little guy…”
Suddenly he felt
cold, sticky ink all around him. It took him off guard at first, but
then he felt the ink tremble and he gave a smile, wrapping his arms
around Bendy’s thin form. He rubbed the toon’s back, giving him a
slight squeeze before letting go.
moving again, yeah?”
He felt the head
in his shoulder move in a nod before Bendy pulled away. “Okay.”
buddy… let’s get out of here. Together.”
Lena and Kara were riding the elevator up to Lena’s office after a lunch
date when the unthinkable happened. A large blast rattled the elevator as an
explosion on the floor they were passing caused the elevator to stop. The
lights flickered before turning off, the emergency lighting coming on moments
“Are you alright?” Kara asked worried, moving over to Lena eyes moving
over her body searching for injuries.
“Yeah I’m fine.” Lena replied, taking Kara’s hand and giving it a small
squeeze. “What was that?”
“I don’t know, sounded like a bomb of some kind. I’m gonna call Alex.”
Kara replied, squeezing Lena’s hand back. She pulled out her phone and it
started to ring in her hand.
“Kara, we got a report of an explosion at L-corp are you and Lena
alright?” Alex’s asked as Kara answered the phone.
“Yeah we’re fine, we’re in the elevator.” She replied.
“I’m sending a team to check the rest of the building for explosives,
can you get out?”
Kara passed the phone to Lena.
“Hey Alex, she’s just trying to open the doors now.” Lena explained,
watching Kara slip her fingers between the small gap in the doors and pulled
them open with ease.
They were stuck in between floors.
Lena handed the phone back to Kara. “Alex we’re stuck in between two
floors, can you send Winn with the team I’m sure he’ll be able to get the
elevator working enough for us to get out.”
Alex couldn’t help but laugh slightly. “They’re on the way.”
“Thanks.” Kara hung up and turned to face her girlfriend.
“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” Lena hummed with a smirk
raising an eyebrow.
“Whilst I like where that statement is going I’d rather not have Winn
or anyone else walk in on us in an elevator.” Kara chuckled as Lena moved
closer a smirk still playing on her lips.
“Your loss.” She purred, pressing a kiss to Kara’s lips before stepping
Hc's or scenario for how Seb would react to his s/o absolutely showering him in love, all lovey/in a happy daze over him, and later on that same day, proposing to him 🖤🖤🖤
THIS KILLED ME. I AM DECEASED. YOU HAVE SLAIN ME WITH ALL THE FLUFF.
Sebastian watched amusedly as his s/o had to almost restrain themselves from launching across the room at him. He could see a spark of mischievousness in their gorgeous eyes and he knew he was in for some… appreciation.
“My, my, you’re certainly eager this morning. Whatever is the cause?” He smirked as he made his way towards the bed. He saw the exact moment his s/o lost all pretence at remaining calm as they lunged forward and grabbed his gloved hands, pulling Sebastian towards them and down until he was sat beside them.
The only acknowledgement Y/N got of Sebastian’s confusion was the elegant arching of one perfect eyebrow. Y/N smiled widely and framed Sebastian’s face with their hands, leaning forward and rubbing their nose gently along his. Sebastian was bemused now but was content to sit there and let his s/o do as they wished. He’d known them long enough now to know that when they were feeling affectionate, he should just stay still and let them get it out of their system. He usually wasn’t so compliant but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy all the attention it brought him.
Using their grip on Sebastian’s face to their advantage, Y/N leant forward and pressed tender kiss after tender kiss to his face, smothering him in kisses. His eyebrows, his temples, his nose, both cheeks, the corners of his mouth, his eyelids… Everywhere apart from his lips was kissed. His s/o was grinning again and Sebastian could feel it against his skin.
“You are. You’re the cause. And,” His s/o paused for effect, “I have a question. A big question.”
There it was. That damned eyebrow again. Y/N ran a finger along the eyebrow, smoothing it out. Sebastian caught Y/N’s wrist in his own hand and kissed the underside gently, feeling his s/o’s pulse flutter by such a simple action.
“Well then,” he chuckled lowly, “what is this question?”
Y/N paused now, some of their confidence waning. This didn’t particularly worry Sebastian, but it certainly intrigued him. His s/o was not one to back out of something they had set their mind to.He gave them a few seconds, however, to regain their composure. He would admit to being intensely curious if asked.
“I want us to be together.”
Sebastian frowned. Had they not been courting these last few years? Had he misinterpreted human customs, as frivolous as he found them?
“Oh dear. I’m afraid I don’t understand, dearest.”
“I suppose I wasn’t very clear. Never mind, I’ll start again. I want us to be together… Legally.”
Realisation slammed into Sebastian. Marriage. That was the only possible explanation for all of this.
He watched as Y/N slid off the bed and knelt down on one knee before Sebastian. He held back a chuckle, already knowing his answer but feeling content to let Y/N have their fun with human customs.
“Sebastian, I will always find it ironic that as a creature made up entirely of darkness you have only ever brought light onto my life. I know you don’t feel love as I do but I know that you’re a possessive creature. You’ve protected me time and again, but most especially from myself. I love you, and so I’d just like to ask you but one question: Will you, Sebastian Michaelis, do me the honour of marrying me?”
Y/N busied themselves with finding the ring in their pocket to avoid looking at Sebastian, a light blush on their face.
They looked up at him just as a resounding yes echoed throughout the room.
It was with quick thinking that Sebastian caught the flying blur, otherwise both demon and human would have found themselves in a heap on the floor.
Hello! Can i request a prompt with luna from harry potter? "No matter what, I'll always believe you. Okay?"
“Luna?” You placed a careful hand on her shoulder, pulling her away from her distant staring at breakfast. She turned to curious eyes on you, before flickering them back to the students around the two of you.
“They don’t believe me.” It was matter of fact. Not sad, not unhappy, not disappointed. Just the way it was. Luna never seemed bothered by the tricks others played on her, by the way in which they reacted, but you were. You’d always tell her and she’d always say that it didn’t bother her because she knew that she wasn’t crazy and she knew that people were simply narrow minded. But it still always bothered you the way everyone treated her.
“No matter what, I’ll always believe you. Okay?"
“I know.” She turned a smile on you, patting your hand at the table before digging back into her breakfast. Luna was strange, but the good sort of strange and the truth was she had been right about so many things that even if you couldn’t see everything she could you believed her.
summary: jealous dan warnings: cussing pov: y/n a/n: this was requested by a nonnie. i sort of tweaked the request a little bit since i didn’t want it to be too long but i still hope you liked it.
“Hey love,” I say, entering Dan and I’s shared bedroom, plopping all my things down the floor before making my way towards Dan who was currently answering his e-mails. I place both my hands on his shoulders, slightly massaging them before I slide them down his chest, my lips coming in contact with his ear as I mutter, “How was your day, did you have fun?”
When he didn’t respond, I immediately pulled my hands away from his torso and made my way towards the edge of the bed, sitting down on it as I tried speaking once more, concern laced around my voice. “Is everything alright?”
“How was your day, did you have fun?” Dan mocked me, his eyebrow slightly raising as he turned around to face me. “It’s already half past nine, Y/N. Where the bloody hell have you been?”
I didn’t know where the sudden anger was coming from but I decided to shrug it off and reply, “I was with Reece, remember? I told you this, We went out for coffee but just got a little bit carried away with the time, I’m sorry.” Dan wasn’t having any of it though, he rolled his eyes and faced his back towards me, pretending I wasn’t in the room and began typing away, focused on the screen in front of him instead.
“God, you’re acting like such a kid right now.” I say to grab his attention yet he made no sudden movement whatsoever and proceeded to act like I didn’t exist.
I read on my phone screen. Dan and I still hadn’t spoken since the incident that happened a few hours ago since I decided to give him some time to calm down before taking to him again.
As I peeked through our room, I noticed all the lights were off and only the faint sound of my boyfriend snoring could be heard while my phone was the only source of light that lit the pitch black room. —Well, there’s no way we were discussing the condition tonight.
I get in our shared bed, trying not to wake him up since I thought it would be best to talk about the situation tomorrow instead as I wrap an arm around his waist, hoping he would be in a better state tomorrow.
Feeling a familiar pair of fingertips slightly graze up and down my shoulder several times, I turn around and was greeted by Dan’s beautiful face, his lips formed a slight frown as I brushed a few curls away from his forehead.
“I’m sorry about last night,” He started off, his eyes flickering from my eyes down to my lips repeatedly. “—I’m also sorry that I woke you.” Dan continued, this time his voice less audible. “It’s just that, you’ve been spending so much time with this new friend of yours, Reece, and I’m not used to you giving most of your time to someone who isn’t me. I’m just scared that he might be ten times more attractive and witty than I am and that you’d eventually leave me for hi-”
I softly press my index finger against Dan’s lips to cut him off from explaining further.
“He’s not straight,” I blurt out, letting out a small laugh at Dan’s sudden reaction, his nose scrunching up into confusion yet his face twisting into realization on what I had just said.
“Wait, what?” Dan stated, still clearly shocked as he sat up right beside me, running his digits through his messed up bed hair before he spoke up again. “So there’s nothing going on between you two? He doesn’t like you or anything?”
“Of course not! If anything, I think he’s the one who fancies you. All he does is make me talk about you all the god damn time. You’re all we talk about.
He’s been dying to meet you ever since I showed him a photo of us a few days ago.” I roll my eyes and shake my head. “I can’t believe you were actually jealous of him.“
A slight blush crept up Dan’s cheeks, his lips curling up into a small smile but then turning into a playful frown. “It’s not funny, Y/N.” He says in a child like manner.
“Actually, it kind of is.” I retort back with a slight laugh. “I’ll even prove it to you by inviting him over later. I’m sure he’d love that.“
“Ceral, I’m going to ask this once again.” Laan looked over at his companion through the rain. “What are we doing out here?” Ceral leaned to the side, his eyes never leaving his scaly charge as it bounded through the heavy rain. “I needed a better place to teach Raz how to fly and you had nothing better to do.” Raz was no longer attempting to fly, but was instead enjoying the downpour by chasing any small creatures she could find from their hiding spots. Ceral grinned as she dragged a large rodent from under a log into the rain and towards a collection of what used to be leafy bushes. The charred branches of the recently dead brush would provide no cover for the whelps new playmate. A soft green glow coated the area as Laan sighed. He pulled a hand upwards and a hole appeared infront of the rodent, just large enough for it to slip into. He made it too deep for Raz’s paws to reach down and he reached down to pet her. “I’m amazed that the two of you made any progress before something unreasonable happened. Can you at least lighten up the rain if we’re going to continue standing here?” “Unreasonable?!” Ceral feigned an insulted tone, but shrugged in response. “She’s a dragon, things catch fire. It’s perfectly normal. And no, I can’t lighten up on the downpour. It took long enough for the rain to put out the flames, I wouldn’t be surprised if theres still a few areas that are smoking.” “Ceral. There is practically a wall of water coming down and the suns completely blocked out. Its midday. You’ve made it so dark and damp that anytime we use magic, everything within ten feet glows.” Laan threw a hand to the side, spraying water as he moved. “We would probably be getting a constent shock from that lantern of yours if you had brought it.” Ceral looked at Laan, scratched the back of his neck and looked up. “Fine, if only to stop your complaining.” A deep purple radiated onto the area as Ceral called forth the magic needed to calm the storm. Raz ran over to him as she noticed the glow of something-interesting-about-to-happen, and rubbed against his legs. The rain lightened up and the sun peeked out from between the clouds in some spots. As nothing fun was going to happen, Raz leaped at the rodent that was making an attempt to crawl out of it’s hideyhole. Ceral bent down and snatched the whelp by the scruff of her ncek and put her ove his shoulder, where she latched on and purred. He gave Laan a toothy grin and headed towards the outskirts of the city. “Happy now?” Laan shook his head and followed the pair through the shower. “Gods, why do I put up with you.”
Lance’s heart vanished from his chest as Shiro went on.
“There was a wreck and he was hurt.” Lance’s blood turned to ice. Shiro took a shaky breathe. “We’re at the hospital. I think you should come as soon as you can.” Lance choked on a sob as he tried to stand. His legs felt weak as he fell to his knees. Biting his lip, he tried to speak.
“Is he-” Lance sobbed again.
“No, he-” Shiro took another breath in, “Just get here when you can. And Lance, be careful.” Lance nodded as he cried, cupping his hand over his mouth to stop the noise. Shiro paused for a moment before bidding him goodbye and hung up. Lance let the phone slid out of his hand as he pulled his knees up. Burying his head in between them, he felt his sobs break his ribs open. Why couldn’t things just go his way for once? It seemed that when everything was nice and perfect something bad would happen. Lance cursed Fate as he tried to stumble onto his feet. Even if things were never perfect, he had to get to Keith. Lance cleaned up his face and grabbed Pike. Pike whined and grumbled at being woken up, but soon fell back to sleep against Lance’s shoulder. Quickly grabbing the diaper bag, his wallet, and his keys, Lance rushed out to the car. With Pike secured safely in the back seat, Lance angled the rear view mirror down so he could see Pike. He needed the constant reminder that the baby was in the back seat so he would drive safe. He couldn’t lose the other person he loved. Pulling out, Lance headed towards the unknown fate that waited for him at the hospital.
When he arrived, he grabbed the bag and car seat and rushed inside. As he entered the waiting room, he was greeted with the sight of all of his friends. Everyone was seated except for Shiro, who paced the room. Matt’s eyes followed Shiro’s distressed footsteps with a sad look in his eyes. Pidge, tired from being woken up from their daily nap, was dozing on and off against Allura’s shoulders as Hunk gripped Shay’s hand tightly in his. Lance’s bare feet slapped the tile floor harshly as he rushed over to them.
“What happened? Where Keith? Is he okay?” Lance rushed the words out of his mouth, afraid that if he didn’t his voice wouldn’t hold. Matt stood slowly and walked Lance to the line of chairs. Pushing him down, Matt turned to grab Shiro’s arm. Shiro seemed surprise until he noticed Lance’s red eyes and quivering lip. He ran his hands over his face as he tried to take a deep breathe. Pike made a soft noise as Lance set the car seat down.
“Keith was in an accident.” Shiro started quietly. “He was on his way home from Lord knows where when a car ran him off the road. He flipped his bike and hit his head hard enough to knock his helmet off. I don’t know much about his condition. All they have told me is that he hasn’t regained consciousness yet.” Shiro sighed as he looked up, trying to stop the tears. Lance gasped for breath as he gripped his hair.
“He was leaving my house. We-We went back to my house to watch a movie after we ate and-and by the time he left it was dark. I shouldn’t of let him go. I-I should had made him stay. This is all my fault!” Lance pulled on his hair harder as he folded in on himself. The room fell quiet at Lance’s break. Slowly, people began to move. Allura nudged Pidge up as she crossed the room. She pulled Lance into a bone crushing hug as she shushed him softly. Pidge pulled open their computer and started to type in it frantically. Hunk and Shay looked at each other as they whispered out a plan. Matt gripped Shiro’s hand and counted to bring Shiro’s breathing back to normal. When Lance had calmed down enough to be reasoned with, Hunk and Shay walked over. Picking up the car seat, Hunk patted Lance’s shoulder.
“We will take Pike back to my house. Call me if anything comes up.” Lance nodded as he handed Shay the diaper bag.
“Please be careful.” Lance’s voice broke as he tried to smile at his friend. Hunk patted his shoulder once more before reaching out for Shay’s hand. Lance watched them walk away until the doors closed behind them. Pidge pushed up their glasses as they turned to the group.
“It was no accident. I hacked the police files and got the eye witness accounts. There’s no mistaking the car that was described. It was Nyma.” Pidge looked at Matt with stone cold eyes. “We are going to the police department now. We may get in trouble for messing with her car, but she is not getting away with this.” Matt looked up at Shiro before nodded at Pidge. Matt gripped Shiro’s hand tighter before letting go. He reached up and pulled Shiro down into a kiss.
“I’m just one call away. I love you.” Shiro kept his eyes close as he nodded.
“I love you too.” Matt kissed him one last time before he walked away. Allura grabbed Pidge’s hand and kissed their knuckles.
“Be safe,” Allura sighed as Pidge kissed the top of her head. The Holts rushed out of the door. Shiro sat down next to Lance. “I’m going to go call Coran.” Allura stood up and walked to the nearby hallway.
“Now all we can do is wait.” He sighed as he leaned his head back against the wall. Lance as he looked down at his hands.
It seemed like hours before the doctor emerged from the back. By that time, Allura had left to go see what the situation was with the police and the Holts. Lance was fighting sleep when the door was pushed open.
“Family of Mr. Kogane?” The doctor called out. Shiro was up on his feet before Lance could even blink. The air turned heavy as Lance leaned forward to hear the doctor. “He sustained some minor wounds across his body, but our biggest concern is the damage done to his head. We do not know the exact amount of damage done until he wakes up, but we fear that some of it may not be reversible.” Shiro nodded as he squared his shoulders.
“Can we see him?” He asked with a surprisingly strong voice. The doctor shook his head.
“I’m afraid not right now. He has just come out of surgery. The left side of his face had many broken bones that need repair. Once he is out of the recovery room, a nurse will come to get you.” Shiro nodded as the doctor turned and left. As Shiro turned to sit back done, Lance felt as is his body was turned to lead. He couldn’t move or think properly. He couldn’t even remember if he was breathing or not. Shiro must of noticed his situation for he grabbed Lance’s forearm and pulled him up.
“Let’s go for a walk.” He whispered as he pulled Lance down a hall. They walked the maze called a hospital until they arrived at the cafeteria. Shiro ordered two coffees and forced one into Lance’s hands. “If Keith doesn’t wake up soon, I want you to go home and get some rest.” Shiro spoke firmly with a soft undertone.
“No.” Lance bit out over the coffee lid.
“No!” He slammed the coffee down, splashing some up on his hands, lightly burning his skin. “It’s my fault he’s in this hell hole. The most I can do is be here when he wakes up.” Lance looked away from Shiro’s eyes. “What else am I to do? Go home and wallow in self pity?” He knew he should be so harsh, but he was hurting. “If I hadn’t come here in the first place Keith wouldn’t be hurt. Nyma would never got mad or jealous and would never had run him off the road. He would be fine if I never showed up.” Why should he be nice if the world wasn’t nice to him?
“Lance,” Shiro sighed. “Keith wouldn’t be fine if you never showed up. He would had continued to fall in and out of depression just like he had before. With you and Pike around, he has something to fight for again. You reminded him why life is worthwhile.” Shiro drank the rest of his coffee before meeting Lance’s eye. “Go home. Sleep, shower, do something. Frankly, you look like shit. You don’t have shoes or a shirt and the bags under your eyes are bigger than Keith’s ever been, and he is an insomniac.” Lance glanced down. Shiro reached across the table and started to whip the coffee off Lance’s hands. “We don’t know when he will wake up. It could be minutes or it could be days. Butt if you are not here, I swear I will call you the second anything changes. Keith would want you to take care of yourself and Pike first.” As Shiro spoke, Lance started to notice how tired he was and how much the coffee had hurt. “Keith needs you, but he needs you to be functioning and at your best. So, take care of yourself, if not for yourself than for Pike and for Keith.” Looking at his red spotted hands, Lance nodded slowly.
“Call me no matter what. I-I just need to know that he is going to be okay. I can’t lose him.” Shiro nodded as Lance stood up. “I’m going to go call Hunk to get Pike.” He said as he walked away. Shiro watched him as his heart felt heavy. These poor boys had been through too much.
When Lance go to Hunk’s place, Hunk forced him into a chair and started to treat the burns on his hands. Then, he made Lance lay down and watched over him until he fell asleep on the sofa. Pulling a blanket over him, Hunk silently prayed that his friends would be okay in the end.
Sadly, Keith did not wake up during the night and, as expected, Lance was back in the waiting room the first thing in the morning. Laptop in hand, Lance started to work on the magazine ads that were due soon to keep his mind off of things. Allura played with Pike quietly after making Shiro leave to go get some sleep. Before Shiro left, she informed them that the Holt siblings and Hunk would have to remain at the police station for a while for questioning. She also said that the police would be calling Lance soon to get his side of the story.
Lance pulled up the ads pictures for Legendary Life magazine. They were doing an issue for LGBTQ+ matters and wanted to feature Allura’s company in the magazine. They wanted to include a few of the previously used photos along with an interview with Allura with the two full page images. The images would be the opening for the article, which was to be titled “One Love, One Life, One Family”. Scanning through the lines of picture of Matt and Shiro, Lance decided on one where Shiro held Matt in his arms. The brilliant bouquet of flowers hung from Matt’s hand at his side as his other arm wrapped around Shiro’s neck. The two had their eyes close as the leaned towards each other to touch their noses together lightly. Lance smiled at the picture as he toned down the colors slightly and adjusted the lighting until it had a soft, holy glow to it. He then typed out the words “One Love” in a curly font and colored them white. Dragging the words up, he placed them on the picture above Shiro’s head. He then reopened the picture file and scrolled down until he reached the ones of Pike, Keith and him. He froze for a moment when he saw Keith’s face, unharmed, awake, and happy. Drawing in a quick breath, he clicked on the photo of Keith and himself lifting Pike up by his arms. Keith had that soft smile on his face as he glanced down at Pike, who was caught mid-giggle. Lance smiled a little as he saw the love that was present in both Keith’s and his eyes. Giving the picture the same heavenly glow, Lance moved the white “One Life” words above their hands. As he typed out the “One Family” words across the bottom of both pictures, Lance wondered if Keith and him could still have a life where they gave Pike a complete family. Finishing off the pages with a muted rainbow banner, Lance sent the pages off the Allura’s company email for approval.
Closing the laptop, Lance took Pike from Allura so she could get some rest. He set Pike on his lap and smoothed down his hair. It seemed with each passing day, Pike was growing up. Lance smiled sadly at the thought that soon Pike wouldn’t be a baby anymore. Lance moved his hands in front of them both and started to teach Pike a new sign. This sign brought tears to his eyes for it meant so much more than the name it stood for.
It would be three more day until Keith woke up. By that time, Lance had gone to the police station and told them how Nyma tended to be abusive in their relationship and how she threatened to take Pike away from him. With Keith still out, the trial would have to wait, but the police were in the process of arrest Nyma as Lance and Shiro sat in the hospital’s waiting room. The Holts and Hunk were let off with a warning since Nyma threatened Lance and since no one was harmed by their modifications.
Lance was running through signs with Pike when the doctor came out. He walked right over to Shiro and Lance with a soft smile.
“Keith is awake. So far, most of the test have come back with wonderful results. By some miracle, there is no damage to his brain. But, I must warn you before you go back. When the bones around his eye socket broke, there was damage done to his eye. Most of the damage can not be repair and it is likely that he will not regain sight in his left eye.” They both nodded as the doctor directed them to stand. “Now, if you promise to be calm, I can left you in to see him.” He looked over at Lance. “Just out of curiosity, what is your relation with Mr. Kogane?” Lance stuttered about for an answer as Shiro laughed.
“He’s Keith’s special someone.” The doctor nodded as led him to Keith’s room.
“I did not want to assume. My husband has been trying to get me to stop depending on my ‘gaydar’ as he says.” The doctor pushed the door open and let them in. Shiro entered first and greeted Keith with a soft ‘Hey’. Lance stopped for a moment before turning to the doctor.
“Thank you.” He said as he shifted Pike higher up his hip and walked through the door. Keith laid on a bed covered in white sheets. He only had a few wires and tubes connected to him, but Lance knew that this number was much lower than it had previously been. White and beige bandages covered various parts of Keith’s body and a black brace covered his left wrist. Half of Keith’s face was covered in bandages, but it did not stop his smile from pulling up when he saw Lance. Walking over to the bed, Lance reached for Keith’s hand, holding it tight in his.
“Hey, good-lookin’.” He smiled softly as he whispered. “Decided you didn’t look bad-ass enough without a few scars?” Keith snorted as Lance sat down on the bed with Pike in his lap. Pike looked at Keith for a moment before clapping his hands and reaching out. Lance tried to discourage Pike by bouncing him lightly on his lap. Pike made a whining noise in the back of his throat as he signed something that Keith did not know. Pike stacked two ‘k’ on top of each other and then brought them to his heart. He repeated the sign before clapping and reaching out for Keith again. Lance made a startled noise as he glared down at Pike. Darn his kid for being a fast learner.
“What’s that sign for?” Keith’s voice was a little rough as he spoke. Lance meet his eyes as he felt his cheeks grow red.
“It’s your sign name. I guess he really missed you.” Lance laughed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck. Shiro barked out a laugh as Keith turned bright red. “It took awhile to figure one out, but I didn’t expect him to pick up on it so fast. I kind of based it off of the sign for babysitter, if that is okay.” Keith slowly pushed himself up more and picked up Pike. He smiled at Lance. He reached out and placed his hand on Lance’s cheek. Shiro grinned as he turned around, covering his eyes with his hand.
“Go on and kiss. Just remember we are in a hospital.” He laughed as Keith’s face turned bright red.
“Shiro!” Keith yelled as Lance giggled softly. He leaned forward and weaved his fingers into Keith’s hair. Keith sighed as Lance leaned down more and let their lips touch. Pulling away, Keith meet Lance’s gaze.
“The sign,” He spoke softly against Lance’s lips, “ It’s perfect.”
A few years passed and the bond between Keith and Lance grew. Nyma was sent to jail and was never heard from again. Shiro and Matt had a beautiful wedding where Pike was the flower boy, for no one trusted him to carry the rings down the aisle. That job was left to Black, who they knew would not through the golden bands. Just as expect, Keith never gained his eyesight back in his left eye, but that never stopped him. The kids at the daycare seemed to find the scars amusing rather than being scared of Keith’s big, bad biker persona. It probably also helped that the kids were head over heels for Keith’s service dog, Blue, who was also being trained to help Pike too.. When Pike was three, Keith moved in with them. When Pike was four, he started going to special classes in the next city over so he could start learning to read and learning more advance signing. The school also offered speech classes for Pike, but Lance turned them down. Later that night, Keith asked why. Lance looked up from the signing pamphlets he was given with a smile.
“They want Pike to adapt himself to the hearing world, but he doesn’t need too. Pike doesn’t need to be the society’s standard of normal to be wonderful.” He looked back down at the pamphlets. “Pike can decide for himself if he wants to be like them when he is older. Right now, he is perfect just the way he is.” Keith leaned over and kissed Lance soundly. He couldn’t be more in love with this man than he was right now.
One Saturday, while they all were watching a movie, Lance looked up at Keith with a nervous smile. Keith had Pike sitting in his lap and Lance leaning on his legs from the ground. Tapping Keith’s shin, he drew Keith’s attention away from the TV.
“What do you think of one day adopting him?” Lance asked softly, nodded towards Pike.
“I don’t know,” Keith started off slowly. “I never really had a home. How can I give something that I never had? Plus, I’m not the ideal image of a parent. How can I give him the home he deserves?” Keith sighed as he brushes a piece of Pike’s hair back.
“Homes don’t have to be perfect, Keith.“ Lance looked up from his place on the floor with love in his eyes. "They just have to be full of love, and I know you love him.” Keith pondered the question in silence for a moment as Pike watched the show on tv from his lap. Absentmindedly running his hands through Pike’s hair, Keith accidently grabbed his attention. Pike turned and looked up at him as he signed ‘what’. Over the years, Pike had grew use to signing and almost perfect the language at even a young age. Keith smiled and signed ‘nothing’ with a shrug of his shoulders. Pike smiled at him before turning back to the tv.
“Yeah, one day I would like him to be mine too.” Keith sighed softly as Lance stood and kissed Keith on the head. He reached over to the left of Keith and grabbed a box, bringing it into Keith’s line of sight.
“Good, cause Keith, will you marry me?”
Perfect : having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.
Their home may not had been perfect by definition, but it was perfect to them.
I need a fic where Supergirl and Livewire exchange hate mail regularly…
Kara randomly just receives a postcard from hawaii or new zealand or france saying: Saw you get beat up on the news… your form is off… coming for ya blondie…
Livewire always hangs around long enough to get return mail, usually on the back of a gaudy greeting card that Kara found in some back alley gift shop, filled with a really bad pun and a quip about Supergirl being in top shape…
Then once a year, they meet up… beat the absolute crap out of each other, then part ways…
2 weeks later, Kara receives another postcard from Tahiti… bet you wish you were here instead of in a hospital bed… that was a nasty fall you took… shame you’re bulletproof…