we're falling apart to half-time....
Jun. 26th, 2013 01:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So in honor of DOMA and Prop 8 being over turned, dismissed, etc., I thought I'd do a meme; this time domestic!fic.
Comment with a pairing and I'll write a drabble about their life; kids, career, where they live, if they got married, any and all of the above.
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Date: 2013-06-26 05:57 pm (UTC)(America, fuck yeah! \0/)
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Date: 2013-06-26 06:16 pm (UTC)(It's about fucken time, yeah? It helped my pissed off-ness about Texas, a little. Like, at least some of the US isn't completely stupid.)
Peterick
Date: 2013-06-26 07:13 pm (UTC)Pete chuckled and sat down on the couch next to Patrick, letting the seven year old climb into his lap so he could look down at the sleeping baby.
"Yeah, that's her," Pete answered; he exchanged a grin with Patrick.
Bronx ran a finger carefully over her cheek, giggling when she turned her face into it. "She likes me, Daddy!"
"Of course she does," Pete agreed and dropped a quick kiss on top of Bronx's head.
Sometimes he couldn't believe how lucky he was; lucky that Patrick had loved him back, loved him enough to take a chance with him, to risk their friendship, the band, everything on the chance that they could make this work.
And five years, a house, a marriage, joint custody of Bronx and now, a new baby later, and Pete was so intensely grateful for his life. He still woke up sometimes and expected everything to be a dream, to still be back in his old room in his parent's house, back in '04, still reeling from "going to Best Buy".
"What's her name, Papa? Where did you get her? Mommy told me where babies come from and that you need a boy and a girl."
Bronx's question stirred him from his thoughts and he snickered at the look on Patrick's face.
"Her name's Savannah, Bronx," Patrick answered patiently and kicked Pete's ankle in retaliation. "Her mommy couldn't take care of her, so after Savannah was born, her mommy gave Savannah to us so we could take care of her."
Bronx considered this, a serious expression on his face. "But we get to keep her, right? No one's going to take her away?"
"No, B," Pete soothed, hugging him. "She's going to be with us forever, just like you are."
Savannah stirred, her eyes blinked open and she started crying.
Patrick held her a little closer, already humming before he started singing in a low voice, "L is for the way you look at me..."
Pete cuddled Bronx and listened to his husband sing to their daughter; he was content right now, this close to all the people who mattered most to him.
Re: Peterick
Date: 2013-06-27 03:38 am (UTC)Re: Peterick
Date: 2013-06-27 03:58 am (UTC)Re: Peterick
Date: 2013-06-27 05:56 am (UTC)Re: Peterick
Date: 2013-06-27 10:16 am (UTC)Re: Peterick
Date: 2013-06-27 11:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-27 03:37 am (UTC)Sterek with a pup?
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Peterick
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Date: 2013-06-27 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-27 05:56 am (UTC)Sterek
Date: 2013-06-27 05:02 am (UTC)*
Stiles sat on the front porch, drinking coffee as he watched his mate race around the yard with their pup.
Seth was only two and had woken up last week tangled in his Iron Man pajamas, howling mournfully until his parents had crashed into his room, the rest of the pack half a step behind them.
Two weeks later and Seth was only barely managing to control his shifts; he had scared the shit out of his grandfather yesterday. The Sheriff might know all about the Beacon Hills pack now, might even have accepted the fact that not only was Stiles mated to the Alpha, but that he himself was an honorary member of the pack; that did not mean that he was prepared for his grandson to go from being an adorable toddler to a yipping -but still equally adorable- wolf pup in less than a minute.
Derek had reassured Stiles that born werewolves usually started shifting young, around four or five and that it could take them as long as a year to be able to control it with confidence; that was why Derek and his sisters, as well as their cousins, were all home-schooled until they seven or so.
Seth had shifted a couple years ahead of schedule but he was otherwise acting like any other werewolf pup would.
Stiles sipped his coffee and watched the two most important people in his life play; content with the knowledge that soon the rest of the pack would drift outside and eventually there would an entire yard full of wolves running around, acting like they were as young as Seth was.
Stiles grinned as Seth pounced on his father's tail, growling playfully.
Yeah, he loved his life.
Re: Sterek
Date: 2013-06-27 05:59 am (UTC)and yeah they need to stop torturing all the wolves but mostly Derek- poor bb cant take much more!! and stop using Isaac to be the thing to torture him with, that pup has suffered enough as it is!! i want someone to hug derek so damn much :(
Re: Sterek
Date: 2013-06-27 06:04 am (UTC)They really do -poor boys :(
Re: Sterek
Date: 2013-06-27 06:22 am (UTC)my heart breaks so much for them all :(