#i debated staring an iv on myself instead but i’m too drained i just want lay down n cry lol

[abarbaricyalp]

The Babe With The Power

@pynchpromptweek

Pynch // Prompt: Future/Kid Fic // Rated: G

No archive warnings, but Adam bruises his face in the second half and the injury is discussed

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“We have to talk,” Ronan said, leaning on the door way to the living room.

Adam looked up at him, leaving his hands to the mercy of RG IV in front of him. The baby wasn’t actually called RG IV. Actually, the baby wasn’t a Richard at all. She was a Noa Percy and had stalled the great debate about whether Blue would allow Gansey to name their son RG IV. But they’d all spent so long calling Blue’s baby bump RG IV that the nickname stuck when they weren’t actually talking to the baby. (Names were important for cognitive growth, they were told, so don’t fuck her up with your joke)

RG IV gnawed at Adam’s knuckle and Ronan scowled at her. “You shouldn’t be baby sitting so much.”

Adam frowned and pulled the baby into his lap. “What do you mean? You volunteered us for the summer!”

“Yeah, but you’re supposed to be working on your dissertation and you have that grant proposal in a month. You should be focusing on that.”

“What? Do you want more time with her?” Adam asked. “I’m balancing everything just fine. I’m ahead of schedule on my dissertation and the proposal is being edited right now. If you want me to back off to give you time, just say, Ronan.”

“I don’t want more time with her. I already have to entertain her when you’re writing.”

Adam stood suddenly, a fast flash of anger. “You told them we’d take care of her. Get over yourself, Lynch,” he snapped, cuddling her closer to his chest.

Ronan’s jaw worked and Adam could see it all the way across the room. “She’s gonna forget what her dad looks like ‘cause she stares at you so much.”

Adam’s eyes widened and his arms tightened around her. “Did Gansey tell you to do this? Is he mad at me?”

Ronan made a face. “What? No. Gansey would probably be honored if she started to call you Daddy. He’d be like, ‘That’s fair, I get that.’”

Adam rolled his eyes and relaxed a little bit. “Then what the hell is your problem?”

“Watch your mouth, she’s literally right there.” Ronan shifted from foot to foot, chewing on his lower lip in irritation and anxiety. “It’s distracting. And she takes up so much room. I mean, there are baby toys down our couch and you're always sleeping with her on your chest and that's just a safety concern to begin with. Her bottles are all over the drain tray and I almost put formula in the coffee this morning.”

Adam steeled his jaw and shoulders, glaring so hard Ronan felt it cut him to the quick. “If you want me to take a step back, I will. But I think you’re just throwing a fit. Here.” He crossed over to Ronan and held RG IV out. “You tell Gansey that you don’t want her around.”

Ronan took the baby, immediately cuddling her in the crook of his arm and letting her hold his other arm hostage to chew on his bracelets. “You gave her a bath the other day in the sink and you were baby talking her and I walked into a door.”

“I remember,” Adam said with a nod.

“And I don't even know which is worse--when you're talking her nonsense or when you're sitting there, asking her serious questions about whatever paper you're writing and nodding along seriously when she coos back at you.”

“I knew it!” Adam crowed. “You have baby fever! You’re not upset, you’re overwhelmed!”

Ronan glared at him. “I do not! I am not! It’s just that my boyfriend is always hugging on her and kissing her and you’re so good at it, I want to scream.”

“She’s our niece. I’m not gonna send her home just ‘cause you never learned how to process emotions.”

“You’re pursuing a doctorates! You should be living a distractionless life!”

“Oh, ‘cause you’re so distractionless.”

Ronan scowled at him for a second longer before sitting heavily on the couch. “I didn’t want kids. I wanted a family, wanted my family back. Kids felt like I was trying to replace them and I didn’t want to. And, y’know, bein’ gay and all. And I never thought I’d actually get to fall in love.”

Adam sat down next to him. For a moment, he just smoothed his thumb over the baby’s weirdly soft forehead. “I always thought I shouldn’t have kids,” he said eventually. “That I might end up too much like my dad. I figured he musta been in love at one point, he must’ve been halfway decent and it was just me who ruined everything for him, so I should avoid kids too.”

“Clearly you’d be a great father,” Ronan muttered.

“Yeah, I get that now. But I’ve grown a lot since then too. Who knows what might’ve been true if things in my life hadn’t happened the way that they did.”

“Adam, you’re a good man. You’re nothing like your father. You never would’ve been.”

Adam shrugged. “Yeah, but that wouldn’t have been enough to convince me to have kids, probably. But now I have you and I see myself in such a different light, I’m a different person. And you’re right, Ro. I am good at this. I love it so much.” Like she was trying to prove his point, RG IV let go of Ronan’s bracelets to grab Adam’s hand and chew on his thumb again.

“It’s a big change. And I’m having to come to terms with a lot of things about myself that I didn’t know, or didn’t want to know,” Ronan said. They sat in silence for a few moments, watching the baby who was keen on watching them too. She had a big, gaping grin for them each time she caught their eye. “I’m sorry I snapped at you,” Ronan eventually said.

“It’s alright,” Adam murmured, leaning into his side. “I know you didn’t mean it. And we don’t have to make any kind of plans, Ro. I mean, this is literally the first time we’re talking about it. It’s not like we should be at an adoption agency tomorrow morning.”

“I could dream us a kid,” Ronan said immediately, like he was anticipating Adam’s response. “A little kid with your hair and my eyes and your freckles and--”

Adam pressed his hand over Ronan’s mouth. The baby watched intently. “You can’t dream them. I can’t lose you both in one moment.”

Ronan sagged under Adam’s hand and his eyes lowered before he nodded. “I won’t. I promise,” he murmured. He met Adam halfway in a kiss and the baby giggled between them.

Two days later, Ronan ran through the door, breathless and terrified. “Adam? Where are you? Are you okay?” he asked, rounding into the living room with a panicked look on his face. He saw RG IV first, asleep in some mini-bed on the couch, perfectly safe and happy. Then his eyes found Adam, and his face, and the already mottled bruise down half of it. “Oh my God,” he breathed, crashing to his knees in front of Adam.

“Please don’t wake her up. She was so freaked out, I thought she’d never go to sleep,” Adam groaned, leaning back in the couch and replacing an icepack on his face.

“What happened, Parrish?” Ronan asked, voice still tight with worry.

“I was chasing her around the house and I ran into the french doors on the other side of the kitchen. One was open and one was shut, but I was looking down at her and I didn’t see it.”

“Adam, you look like you got hit by a baseball bat. Move your hand, let me see.”

Adam sighed and sat up, obediently pulling the ice away. Ronan hissed in sympathy as his cold fingers probed at the bruise. “Did you clean these cuts?” he asked, tracing two fingers down either side of the gash that ran from the top of Adam’s forehead to his eyebrow and then picked up again at his cheekbone, a perfect visualization of the edge of the door.

“No, I didn’t have time. It was all I could do to get some paper towel on it to stop the bleeding,” he explained.

Ronan flicked his opposite temple. “I’ll go get the alcohol and some bandages,” he said. “How’s your head feel?”

“Hurts like hell,” Adam admitted.

“We should take you to an emergency clinic. You might have a concussion.”

“I don’t have a concussion. Besides, I’ve lived without getting them diagnosed before.”

“Doesn’t matter. You have to go get checked out.”

“We can’t take a baby to a med clinic in the middle of flu season.”

“Then she can go to her grandmother’s place.”

“You really got used to leaving kids with them, huh? Having withdrawals, Lynch?” Adam teased softly.

Ronan shoved Adam’s shoulder just as softly and got up to go to the medical cabinet. When he got back, Adam was rocking the mini-bed, hand pressed over the baby’s chest as she clung onto his index and pinky fingers.

“When I ran into the door, I knew I’d hurt myself pretty bad,” he said as Ronan sat himself next to him. “I was in pain, I couldn’t think, my vision had gone a little black, I was bleeding immediately. And she’d gone running off still and all I could think about was how badly she could’ve been hurt if she’d hit the door instead of me. I mean, she was running full speed. And she’s fast. It’s part of why I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t want her to run away from me and be able to hide.

“But I could only see her running into the door and how small and fragile she is. She noticed I wasn’t chasing her and she came toddling back and she crawled into my lap and I just...hugged her so tight. I was so scared.”

“Nothing happened to her, Adam,” Ronan said, setting aside the alcohol wipes and grabbing neosporin. “She’s totally fine. Look at that little face.”

Adam sighed and rubbed his hand against her chest and tummy. “She was so sweet about it. She pointed up at my face and pouted out her little lip. She really freaked out when I carried her in here and kept wincing and stuff.”

“Adam. Adam. Look at me. Look.” Ronan turned Adam’s face to his. “She’s okay. And you’re gonna be okay. This wasn’t a tragedy.”

“It could’ve been, Ro.”

“But it wasn’t. Hey, look. You did good, alright? You took care of her, got her down for a nap even.”

“It was already nap time. That’s why I was trying to wear her out.”

Ronan snorted out a laugh, which made Adam smile, a little begrudgingly. He finished bandaging Adam’s face and leaned over to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You did good.”

“There’s still so much we don’t know, Ro.”

Ronan shrugged. “Sure. We’re twenty five and haven’t dealt with a baby until her. We’ve got a learning curve. But, hey, at least we get to practice with the best baby ever.”

Adam smiled over at the baby and nodded. “She’s pretty cool.”

“Gonna be cooler for knowing us.”

Adam rolled his eyes and leaned over to kiss Ronan again. “Well, not so much for knowing you.”

“Now I’m definitely gonna drag your ass to a med clinic.”

“I might let you. To set a good example for her.”

Ronan hummed and kissed him again. “One day you’re gonna do something for me and I’m gonna keel over.”

“Yeah, I’ve never done anything for you,” Adam agreed sarcastically. “You have a hard life.”

“It’s getting better.”

Adam stole another kiss. “The best is yet to come.”

“You’re a damn sap, Parrish,” Ronan murmured against his mouth.

#pynch #adam parrish #ronan lynch #pynchpromptweek #kid fic #writing #otp: in more than his lips

[magicallygrimmwiccan]

If We Can Make It Through Another Day

Summary: Logan has a secret that he’s never told his family. He has fangs. This is how they all find out. Written for Inktober Day 4: Teeth

Notes: Heyo, people! I’m back~ So, this fic has some swearing (thanks Virgil and Roman) and a panic attack, but otherwise, I think it’s still pretty gen…? Anyway, enjoy guys! 

I. Patton

Contrary to popular belief, Patton was far from stupid. In fact, it could be argued that he was one of the more intelligent sides. Of course, Logan was the smartest; Logan would always be the smartest, no one was debating that. However, because many underestimated Patton’s intelligence, they didn’t realize that he knew certain things that they didn’t. Like, for example, the fact that Logan had shark teeth.

Well, Patton wasn’t sure if they were actually shark teeth. He’d never actually touched them or looked at them up close. He wasn’t going to violate Logan like that.

Still, Patton was surprised that he was the only one who had figured out Logan’s secret anatomy. After all, he was terrible at hiding it.

For example, Patton clearly remembers that time when Thomas was thirteen, right around the time when Virgil started showing up more and more. They were talking about Thomas’s newest crush, this extremely attractive boy in their grade, and Logan was clearly beginning to get uncomfortable. Finally, Roman started talking about all of his romantic and… other… daydreams with this boy, Logan snapped, jumping up and screeching “SHUT UP!” His fangs were bared, but Roman didn’t seem to notice, too lost in his daydreams. Virgil– Anxiety, at that time– was up in his room, and Patton had known since Logan first manifested. Logan seemed to realize exactly what he had just done and he slapped his hands over his mouth, terror leaking out of his eyes, before he dashed off to his room, leaving Roman to his fantasies and Patton to his cooking.

Another time, they were eating steak for dinner, and Logan was getting extremely frustrated with the fact that his steak wasn’t cutting properly. So, when he thought no one was looking, (Patton was, but Logan didn’t realize it) he picked up his steak and tore into it with his fangs. Patton quietly stared at him, concerned. Logan was always so careful about covering his mouth when he spoke, he was always so careful when he ate, he was always so careful about how he moved his mouth, and now he was throwing that caution to the wind just because he was frustrated.

Patton would never tell anyone, though. It was clear that Logan didn’t want him to, and he would definitely respect Logan’s wishes, no matter what. But seriously, though, Patton was concerned about Logan. He was so bad at keeping the fangs a secret, and Patton didn’t want to know what would happen if someone else found out.

II. Roman

Roman wasn’t sure how it took him so long to find out about Logan’s fangs. Seriously, now that he knew, the nerd couldn’t hide his sharpened chompers worth shit. Honestly, he could have just told Roman about the fangs, but no, instead he kept them a secret for so many years and possibly was getting hurt because of that secret. Seriously, Logan was so stupid.

Roman found out during a Doctor Who marathon. He and Logan were cuddled under a large rainbow fleece blanket, two empty bowls of popcorn sitting on the coffee table in front of them. Logan had a steaming mug of jasmine tea nestled in his hands as he leaned into Roman’s side, his eyes blinking sleepily as the episode played. Roman internally cooed at the adorable sight and gently ruffled Logan’s hair. Logan yet out a yawn, showing off… a set of extremely sharp fangs. What the hell?!

“What…?” Roman breathed. Logan snuggled deeper into his side, his mouth hanging open slightly and showing his fangs to the entire world. Yep, he had fangs.

“Why didn’t you tell us, cariño?” Roman murmured, shifting Logan so that he was in the much more comfortable position of laying across his lap. The answer came to Roman as he stroked his hand through Logan’s curly black hair. Of course he hadn’t told them; they hadn’t given him enough reason to trust them with something like this. Hell, Roman had tried to attack Virgil just because he appeared to be a villain at first. Roman kicked himself in his mind; he’d just driven everyone to mistrust him with crucial parts of them, hadn’t he?

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise,” Roman whispered, kissing the top of Logan’s head. Logan sleepily murmured and rolled over in response.

III. Virgil

Logan really should have warned him about this shit.

But no, since Logan had decided to keep yet another secret from Virgil, he had to find out the hard way. The hard way was when he was doing Logan’s makeup for the first time, and the shock of the revelation almost caused Virgil to have a panic attack.

Logan approached Virgil one day after a video and requested that Virgil help him put on makeup that would make him look, and Virgil quotes, “like an idealized version of myself.” Virgil agreed, because Logan had asked nicely. He lead Logan back up to his room and pulled out his good makeup kit while Logan awkwardly untied his tie and slipped his glasses off of his face. Virgil noticed that Logan’s face still looked pretty tense, and he snorted. Logan’s eyes widened, and Virgil sat down in front of him, still laughing.

“Relax, Logan. It’s makeup. It’s meant to be fun, not stressful.”

“Ah. Of course. My apologies,” Logan mumbled, shifting around. Virgil grabbed a sponge and started applying primer, and the two left-brained sides fell into comfortable silence. The silence lasted as Virgil applied the foundation, highlighter, eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow, but it was broken as soon as Virgil reached the last stage: lipstick.

“Hey, Lo. I’m gonna need to you open your mouth a bit so I can apply lipstick,” Virgil announced. Logan bit his lip before nodding and complying with Virgil’s request, giving Virgil a perfect view of his… fangs. What the fuck?!

“Virgil? Is everything alright?” Logan asked, his voice shaking a bit. Virgil slapped himself internally; he could freak out later once Logan was gone.

“Yeah, everything’s great. Just thinking.” With that, Virgil finished applying Logan’s makeup, resolving to talk to the logical side later about his fangs. Especially about why he had never told any of them. Virgil had a sneaking suspicion about why, but he wanted to make sure. If he’d ever done anything to make Logan uncomfortable, he wanted to remedy it. Plus, the fangs were kind of cute.

(Not that Virgil would ever admit that out loud; he’d rather die than do that.)

IV. Thomas

Yeah… Thomas isn’t proud of how he found out. Probably because it happened while Logan was having a panic attack from overworking and deadlines. Thomas knew he had pushing Logan pretty hard to get the latest Sanders Sides video out, but he knew the Fanders were getting a little jittery and he wanted to make sure that he got this video out soon. He knew he was pushing Logan too hard, but Logan kept insisting that he was fine, and every time Thomas suggested that they take a break, Logan kept working. Eventually, though, Logan reached his breaking point.

“Hey, Logan? I think your math is wrong here…” Thomas called, his voice pitching upwards. Logan leaned over his shoulder to look at the math, and as his eyes flickered over the numbers, his eyes widened exponentially. His breathing picked up, and all of the blood drained from his cheeks.

“Logan?” Thomas squeaked, standing up. The logical side was now gripping his hair and was sinking to the floor, his breathing now so fast and sporadic that it counted as hyperventilation. “Logan!” Thomas yelped, grabbing his shoulders. Tears started to stream down Logan’s freckled cheeks, and Thomas began to panic himself. What should he do? He didn’t know how to deal with Logan’s panic attacks!

“I… I made a mistake. I-it’s a simple mistake, how did I make it, if I make these mistakes that means I’m worthless, I’m useless, why am I here-” Logan gasped, hiccuping and slurring his words. Thomas felt his heart shatter, and he wrapped the side in a hug.

“Hey, hey, you’re not useless. I need you, Lo, and everyone makes mistakes. It’s okay, I’m here, just get it all out,” Thomas soothed, rubbing his hand up and down Logan’s back. Logan pushed himself away from Thomas, and when Thomas managed to stop blinking in shock, he saw… Logan literally biting through his lip with a large set of fangs.

“Hey! No! Logan, stop, you’re hurting yourself!” Thomas screamed, lunging towards Logan. He gently wrapped his hands around Logan’s jaw and gently pried his lower lip away from his fangs. Logan started crying even harder, and Thomas pulled him into a tight hug.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, just seriously let it all out,” Thomas murmured, rocking Logan back and forth. Finally, Logan managed to calm down, his breathing falling back into a normal pattern and his tears stopping.

“Better?” Thomas whispered, slowly releasing Logan. Logan shook his head and replied with “Y-you saw them.”

“Them what?” Thomas asked. “Your fangs?”

“Y-yeah,” Logan sniffed. “Th-they look horrible, and they’re terrifying, and everyone will hate me if they know.”

“No, Logan, your fangs aren’t horrible or scary. Actually, I think they look pretty flippin sweet.”

“R-really?” Logan sniffed, looking up at Thomas with watery eyes. Thomas gave him a bright, reassuring smile and nodded. Logan’s own mouth melted into a tiny grin, which caused Thomas to smile even wider.

“Now, do you wanna take a break? We could watch Big Hero 6 or something,” Thomas offered. Logan let out a small nod, and Thomas smiled before pulling him to his feet and heading down into the living room. He was going to have a long talk with Logan later about his insecurities around his teeth, but not now. Now, they had a movie to watch and junk food to eat.

Notes: Thanks for reading, guys! I’ll see you tomorrow! 

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