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Christmas Surprises

Merry Christmas, friends!!!!!!! Even if you don't celebrate the holiday, I hope today is full of happiness. I also hope I can contribute to the cheer with this little fic. Don’t worry, I'll say this now, there is no angst, I wouldn't do that to you today.

Or would I?

Jkjk… not not… maybe there’s a little. Maybe…

Quick note- I headcanon Simon had a bad drinking problem a year after The Battle of Galton (trying to forget the AoA and “be happy” ya know?) that lasted 4 years (there's been a few relapses since then and it got bad again after Supernova and lasted for no more than a year - not counting the ‘accidents’ once in a while) Just so y'all know. There's also another character in one of the parts that's said to have a problem… you'll understand why Hugh reacts the way he does…

Ok so maybe a little angst…. hehe……

In all seriousness, I am in no way making fun of anyone with an actual drinking problem. I understand it is a serious addiction. This is a work of fiction and is no way tied to anyone with it, anything otherwise is a complete coincidence.

I hope you enjoy this Humon with a little Nodian fic today.

LOVE YOU ALLLLLLL

Tagging (pple who were on my rsw one+a few others- comment or dm me if you would like to be added/removed): @obsidianfr3sk @greenalmond @galaxy-creationz @healing-winston-pratt @deprivedmusicaljunkie @unorganisedbookshelf @honey-hippie-harper @blub3rrysoda @kenmas-hair-dye @justsomerandomficsforrenegades @/other mutuals or/and fans who are interested!

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Holidays in Galton were really the biggest thing. Yes, families would visit others and eat what food they had. Some families indulge a little too much and starve until the next paycheck comes though, sometimes it never does. Then those families would never be heard from again.

It wasn’t a surprise anymore.

But there were different surprises during the Christmas season.

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Hugh and Simon - Age: 9

“Don’t be dumb, it would cause a lot of attention. Your Dad would never.” Simon scoffed. Not that he would love to see a tree when he came over to Hugh’s, but it wasn’t smart. A tree meant you had money, money meant you were going to get robbed.

He didn't want Hugh to get robbed. He liked his friend.

Hugh frowned, “It would look cool,” he defended and Simon rolled his eyes, “I bet you’ll look cool dead.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“It would if you’d stop being dumb.”

“I'm not dumb. My mom used to say I'm very smart for my age.”

“Your dumb and I’m leaving.”

Simon took it back. He didn't like his friend very much when he was dumb.

Hugh stumbled on his words and reached out to him in an attempt to make Simon stay, “Wait- No! D-don’t leave. Pl- please.” Simon sat back down next to him. Hugh’s floor was carpeted. His house didn't have any carpet so it was a nice change. Simon stuck his tongue out and Hugh copied him.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds before Hugh smiled. When Hugh smiled, so did Simon, then Hugh laughed and Simon did too. The anger went away immediately as they laughed together.

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They had migrated outside to lay on the grass. It was a little wet but neither boy cared, they were both bundled up because Hugh’s Dad said that if they went outside in the cold they would die.

Simon didn’t want to die and assumed Hugh didn't either from how fast he put on his sweater and beanie. Simon left some back up clothes for himself in Hugh’s closet but still stole a sweater. Hugh was a little bigger than him so he could curl up in it.

So outside they roughhoused for a little while before Hugh stopped them saying that he was too strong for Simon. Simon was a little hurt. He was small but not that small. Hugh said that he would tell him later.

It was later and laying on the grass when Hugh turned to him and blurted out, “I'm a prodigy.”

Simon blinked at him and didn’t say anything. Hugh sat up, playing with his hands, “I was born one. I- I can't get hurt or feel any pain. Mom said I'm industrial or something. I’m strong too. Like really really strong. It's why I did't wanna wrestle anymore, it can be hard to control when I'm not paying attention and I don't wanna hurt you.”

Simon sat up slowly to be next to him, this was surely a surprise, “Indestructible,” he whispered.

Hugh made a noise of confusion and Simon chuckled, “For someone that ‘smart for their age’, you should know that the word is indestructible… not industrial.”

Hugh rubbed his face, “I have more worries than my wording. Like making sure you don't start running screaming ‘monster’ or something…”

Simon whacked him but Hugh was unfazed. Hmm.. indestructible. Simon would definitely have fun with that later.

“Dummy, I'm one too. Surprised you haven’t caught on. I'm not exactly the best at hiding it.”

Hugh gaped at him, “A prodigy?”

The boy nodded, “Yeah, I wasn't born with it though. I only have it for like… 2 years, I think.”

Hugh smiled at the news, and that his friend wasn’t scared of him… that he was like him. Hugh has never met another prodigy but his mom but she's been dead for a long time and his dad sucked butt and was very unhelpful in this area of life.

“So what can you do?!” Hugh put all his attention on his friend who was blushing not meeting his eyes anymore, “It's not as cool as being strong and indestructible.”

Hugh scoffed, “And I’m the dummy. Being strong isn't exactly exciting. It's not like I could use it without breaking things. I'd rather fix them.”

Simon hesitated, “... I- I can be invisible,” he whispered.

Hugh’s eyes immediately widened and he basically yelled in excitement, “INVISIBLE!”

Simon launched forward to cover his friend’s loud mouth, knocking them both down.

“Shut up! I don't wanna die!” Simon whispered aggressively.

“Sorry,” Hugh whispered back, “Can you show me?”

Simon glared at him but Hugh smiled and he wasn’t angry anymore. Hugh was just a person that one couldn’t stay mad at. At least to him.

“Let's go back into your room,” Simon answered, being cautious was the key to survival nowadays.

When they went inside and took off their slightly damp clothes Simon asked Hugh, “Do you get cold.”

Hugh laughed, “Not easily, actually.”

Simon snorted, “Then why did your dad say we-you were going to die? And why did you listen?”

Hugh shrugged, “Because he’s dumb and drunk and dumb.”

“Your dumber.”

Hugh threw a shoe at him, barely missing his chest, “I guess I also didn’t want you to suspect anything before I told you. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

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Hugh and Simon - Age: 17

Apparently one neighborhood in the city had them for the first time in forever and Simon wanted to see them. He didn’t know when he’d ever get the chance again. The rest of the ragtag team of wanna be heroes said no to Simon when he asked each of them to come with him to see some Christmas lights. Yeah it was cold, wet, and far but… Christmas lights! Evander and Georgia said they needed to patrol somewhere and Kasumi invited herself to go with them when Simon asked. Tamaya just outright said no.

Simon didn’t even have to drag Hugh out to see some lights. He just said he wanted to go and Hugh started putting on his shoes immediately, Simon didn't even have to ask.

Now that was a real friend right there.

But Hugh was hungry. By the time they got bundled up they left right away, they forgot to eat. It took awhile for Hugh to understand that he just couldn’t go out into the cold winter in a muscle tank no matter how he protested. Yes, he didn’t get cold like a normal person but he would look like a prodigy. It's what everyone's mind went to at anything considered not normal or ordinary. Or that he was on lots and lots of drugs. Simon didn't want either and when he explained that Hugh finally gave in. Mostly because of the drugs. Hugh hated drugs with a passion and when he caught Simon smoking once, it calmed his nerves, but Hugh nearly had a heart attack and was very passive-aggressive for a couple days. Simon knew the reaction was because of his dad, may his soul rest in- nope, bullshit he can rot, so Simon never tried it again.

So here they were at some food truck that was a few blocks away from the street with the lights. They ordered food that seemed to take the least preparation and human contact. After they ordered, Hugh paid while Simon got a table. That's how it usually was because sometimes Simon got nervous and if he flickered invisible in front of the wrong person that would be very bad.

Hugh came back with the food, or a mutation of some kind that would take over their bodies the second they consumed it.

“Bon Appétite…" Hugh said with a strained smile on his face, seeing how Simon's lip curled in disgust, Hugh sighed, “We paid for it so… we have to eat it." He then gave Simon the wallet, which he put in the small bag he brought.

So they did. It tasted a little better than it looked. A little.

A few moments later Hugh decided to stop Simon's little heart.

“Do you wanna get a girlfriend, Si?” Hugh said picking at the abomination the seller tried to say was food. It was from a truck that was definitely not up to code. It's what they could afford though, so they just had to eat it. Or starve… which was tempting.

Simon coughed, but tried to play it off as swallowing wrong, “Girls are gross.”

Hugh’s reaction was weird, he almost seemed happy at Simon's lock of love interests. But then he looked down at his food, Hugh opened and closed his mouth a few times. “What- What a- about… a b-boyfriend,” he finally stuttered.

Simon bit his lip harder than he meant to, he tasted the copper but that was the least of his worries at the moment, “Are you saying that in a good way or bad?”

Hugh glanced up at him, a small smirk on his face, “Good.”

Simon matched his attempt of a smile. His stomach was churning, but the fear was gone.

Stupid street food messing with him.

He shrugged, “Then boys are gross too.”

Hugh nodded, “Yeah, you don't- we don't need girlfriends.... Or boyfriends. We can be best friends forever.”

Simon nodded, his stomach still doing flips, “Yeah… just us. Forever. I’d like that”

“I like it too.”

Stupid fucking street food.

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So the lights were apparently just a rumor. A trap for families to get robbed when they came.

When a couple of the guys, all dressed like a pimp from a movie, pulled guns on them, Simon knew there were no lights. He got his hopes up for no reason.

Simon put his hands up slowly, keeping eye contact with Hugh, mentally telling him to do the same. Hugh may be indestructible but Simon wasn't. They needed to think this one through and not muscle their way out of them. Meaning Hugh. He would need to chill for a second.

They went to pat Hugh down but they saw the fucking bag Simon had on him.

Yeah, muscling their way out of it is what they had to do. The second one man touched Simon Hugh became the great and strong Captain Chromium everyone either loved or feared.

Simon helped a bit but Hugh whopped them like he was their mama. Maybe would have done worse if Simon had not grabbed Hugh and ran. They were outnumbered and out weaponed, it was a matter of time before their luck ran out.

They ran for many blocks, they lost count after the third.

Hugh stopped and Simon did with him.

“Yo-you think w-were far eno-enough a-away?” Simon said breathlessly, trying to even out his breath so he didn’t start having a panic attack.

Hugh answered after a moment of heavy breaths, “I sure as hell hope so.”

He then sat down, patting the ground next to him invitingly.

“That's very unsanitary, Hugh.”

“Sit the fuck down. You look like you're gonna faint.”

So Simon did, Hugh would’ve wrestled him to the ground, nevertheless. Simon didn't need that in public.

There was a few minutes of silence before Simon sighed, “I'm sorry…” Hugh put all his attention on him, “what for?”

“I should’ve known that it was a trap. Lights. In this Galton. I’m so stupid.“ Simon scoffed.

Hugh stared at him, “That's just dumb.“ Simon threw his hands up, “I KNOW!“ Hugh laughed and shook his head, “No. You thought this was your fault. I came too, willingly, to the same place. Shouldn’t have I known too“

“But-’’

“Shush. No buts.”

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Simon being unhappy about not seeing any lights was simply not going to work. Hugh had seen some… interesting places while out on patrols so he had a place in mind to cheer him up.

“Surprise!” Hugh smiled, doing little jazz hands.

Though it was meant to cheer Simon up, it actually broke his heart for a moment.

“Hugh, you brought me to a… strip club.”

Hugh grinned, they were on a rooftop, the street was a no-no with the prostitutes and druggies that prayed on the men -and women- that passed by. Not that it was shameful, it was just these ones were determined and relentless… Hugh knew from experience.

Simon looked around again, “Multiple.” He scoffed, “This might cheer you up,” he looked at Hugh with a little betrayal, not that it was his business. He didn't own him, they had no claim to each other, Hugh was a partially a grown man with grown men… needs. It was fine.

“But this isn't my idea of fun,” he finished, feeling a little sick.

Hugh’s smile disappeared, “No! I- I’ve never gone inside! Not my idea of fun either.”

“Then why are we here? I don't feel like having my virginity taken today.”

“THE LIGHTS!” Hugh said aggressively, “I thought you’d enjoy some knockoff strip lights.”

Simon turned back to the street. All the different clubs were lit up, it was pretty in some type of way.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” Hugh laughed, standing next to him, “I know they're not as pretty as the ones you were envisioning but… they’re lights.”

Simon crashed into Hugh unexpectedly, hugging him, “I love it.”

Hugh hugged him back and that's when Simon knew he couldn’t hide anymore.

“I lied when I said I didn't want love. That it was gross.”

Hugh pulled back, perplexed and a little uncomfortable, “Do you want to go inside? I don’t know if they’d let you in but-”

“Oh my god, Hugh. NO! Neither of us are going into the club.” Simon laughed and Hugh did too, though he was a little strained, “Then what did you mean? Why’d you lie?”

Simon buried his face into his friend's chest, “I meant I’m in love with someone. I just didn't want you to know.”

Hugh frowned to himself, “Why? You're my best friend so unless it was Ace Anarchy or any of the Anarchists, I'm pretty sure I would approve.”

Simon looked up at him, his eyes wide and full of… love.

Hugh of course just thought he was being cute, per usual, “You can tell me, Si.”

Simon just blinked up at Hugh and hugged him tighter.

Hugh stared back, waiting for an answer… if there ever was one.

Simon sighed, going on his toes and kissing him on the cheek.

Oh my god

“I hope my surprise is as good as yours.” Simon said, his smile mischievous.

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Hugh and Simon: Age- 28

Being a Council member usually required going to bed late and waking up early. Naturally, when they had a break they loved to sleep in.

But they couldn’t.

“Papa! Dad! Come on! WAKE UP!” Adrian yelled the second their room door was opened. Hugh groaned and Simon put the blanket over his head.

There was a little pitter-patter of small feet before they felt the bed dip.

Adrian tried to pull on the blanket to reveal Simon's face but he wasn’t having it, “Papa, come on, it's Christmas!”

“10 more min- hours…” Simon groaned, Adrian had freed him but Simon grabbed him, pulling him down to cuddle. Adrian wiggled free after a few minutes and went to try and fully wake Hugh.

“Daddy, can you wake up?” Adrian asked, poking his face. Simon snorted and grumbled, “Why does he get a calm awakening.”

Adrian just ignored him and kept poking Hugh’s face until he responded, “Ok. Ok, I’m up.”

Hugh sat up, knowing that fighting Adrian was useless. The kid was relentless.

He pulled his son into his lap, “How about we let Papa sleep for just a little bit longer? We wanna have a good Christmas, right?” He false-whispered, loud enough for Simon to hear.

“I totally agree,” He mumbled back, thankful for his husband's gratitude

“But Daddy-'' Adrian started but Hugh cut him off, “If we don't let him sleep he’ll be grouchy, tired, slow, irrit- Hey!” Hugh yelped when Simon hit him with a pillow.

“Go make breakfast.”

“Hey, Adrian, let's make breakfast.”

Adrian giggled as Hugh lifted him up and over his shoulder.

“BYE PAPA!” He yelled as they left the room.

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“Is everyone ready to go!” Simon yelled. Despite being the last one up, the other two guys were the last ones ready.

“I CAN'T FIND MY SHOES!” Adrian yelled from his room. Simon sighed and made his way toward his son. He passed the office, catching his husband looking at some papers.

Oh, hell to the no. NOT today. “If you don't exit this office by the time I come back you're gonna regret marrying me.”

Hugh set the papers down with a deep and loving, exaggerated, sigh, “Baby, I could never, ” he smiled, playing the innocent role. Simon just rolled his eyes and walked to his son’s room.

“Ok, darling, where did you put them la- They are literally right here!” Simon pointed to the shoes next to his bed.

“Oops, sorry papa.” Adrian began putting his shoes on and Simon spotted a wrapped square, about the size of a laptop, on Adrian's desk, “Adrian, what's this?”

Adrian glanced at him, then shot up, “Don't open it!” He rushed over, not caring that one of his shoes wasn’t tied yet, “You can look yet. It's not present time.” Adrian grabbed the square, tucking under his arm, and rushed both of them out.

“Come on. We're gonna be late!” Adrian said, ushering his dads to the door. Simon stopped moving, fighting against Adrian's pushes, “Oh I’m sorry. Am I taking too long?”

“YES!”

Simon moved forward unexpectedly, making Adrian jolt forward and crash into his back. Adrian stared at him, opened mouth, but there was a slight lingering smile.

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Since Max was in his quarantine, the last two Christmases had been at Renegades headquarters. It felt wrong not being there for his son, though he was only two and probably hadn't grasped the concept of the holiday. The rest of the family completely understood and was onboard with it.

Their lead scientist and doctors have yet to find some type of solution to get Max to control his powers. Until then, Simon was content watching Hugh hold him up to the glass. Simon would hold his son sooner or later, he believed it with all his heart.

They had set up a curtain around them for privacy, since they were in the center of HQ and training mats on the floor, which is where they were sitting. There were a couple of bean-bags and pillows too. Someone, probably Evander, had put up some old Christmas lights. The presents were piled in a corner.

It was dingy but perfect.

“Can you say it again? You said it a few days ago!” Tamaya said, her voice slightly pitched to mimic a baby. Hugh was sitting against the glass bringing Max as close as comfortably possible. He had said Tamayas name, not Maya or Tam, but her whole name a few days ago when she walked past. Max just wiggled, trying to escape Hugh’s arms, his attention on getting a dropped toy a few feet away.

“Oh, give it a rest. He’ll say it when he does.” Evander laughed. Tamaya whipped around and threw a candy at him, which Adrian, who was sitting in his lap, surprisingly caught, “Oh shut it! If he wasn't in there he would have all but teleported to you.”

Evander sighed and sat back more, “It's not my fault I'm just beloved by all.”

This time the candy hit him straight in the face. Adrian grabbed it before Evander could and stuffed it into his mouth.

Simon put his attention on his husband with their child. Hugh had stolen a handful, which was a lot given the massive size of his hands, of gummies and was teasing Max with them. Hugh was holding it a little above his head and Max was trying his best to jump and get it.

It was cruel yet cute.

“Is it present time?” Adrian said when Kasumi whispered something definitely not present related in his ear. Unsurprisingly she was the first to answer, “I think it's about time!” They two passed out presents for a few minutes, Hugh came out of the quarantine to grab his and Max’s.

Everyone was opening presents and Tamaya left and came back with a pack of seasonal canned beer and hot chocolate.

It was seasonal beer. One just couldn't get it any other time, but despite all Simon erges, all it took was one begging and pained look from Hugh had him sipping on a hot chocolate moments later. They both knew too well that once he started he couldn’t stop and he couldn't ruin today. No one else knew yet so Simon could only try to ignore the pack that was within his reach, so goddamn close he could sneak one with no one knowing, until Hugh asked it to be moved far away from ‘Adrian’.

Other than that the day was going really well. Hugh was trying to get a toy out of its case for Max, but was struggling. It was hilarious. He didn't wanna rip it open in fear of breaking it so the team just watched him get red faced at the zip ties that would snap open.

“Can someone please hand me something sharp?!” Hugh laughed with an edge of embarrassment in his voice. Kasumi did her best to put on a straight face, “I think you're doing ju-,” she snorted but swallowed down a full laugh, “I think you're doing just great, Cap,” he squeaked before laughing, the rest of them following suit.

“Hey, Max, we should run away and start a new, better family!” Hugh groaned. Max just continued sitting across from him, waiting for his toy. Evander sighed, “this is getting sad now.” he sighed with a hint of a smile on his face, “here, Hugh,” he smiled, holding out a pocket knife.

Hugh looked at him from his side of the glass, flabbergasted, “you had that the whole time.”

“Yup,” Evander nodded like it was no big deal, “You need it?” Hugh growled, “I actually hate you,” and went through the door.

There was a scare when Max tried to follow his dad, or more his toy out, then turned invisible when all the adults jumped up and yelled something along the lines of “No!” and “Stay there!” they all stayed perfectly still, not trying to scare Max anymore.

There was a heartbreaking sound of sniffles that broke their hearts. Hugh reentered the quarantine, trying to look for his son.

“We're sorry, baby, come out. Come to daddy.” Hugh belts down slowly, extending his arms, waiting.

There were a few agonizing seconds before Hugh had a surprise look on his face and he wrapped his arms around something that couldn’t be seen.

Hugh kissed Max, on the head it seemed, “Are you ok, Darling?”

“Y-you a-ll sc-scary m-m-me.” Max sniffed and Hugh pulled him closer. Simon went up to the glass, “We’re sorry, Honey. So sorry.”

Hugh tickled the boy, causing a little laugh, ”Daddy!” he squealed.

“Can I see you now? I wanna see your laughing face. Not a sad invisible one.” Hugh said, not letting up on the boy.

Adrian ran up to the glass next to Simon, his mysterious gift in hand, “If you go un-invisible, you can see the present.” There was a little moment before they saw Max again. He ran, or more like waddled over to them. He clapped his hands, “Open! Open!”

Adrian sat down on the mat and everyone else followed suit, except Max who was leaning on the glass between them.

“It’s actually for you Daddy and Papa,” he said to Max, handing it over to Simon, “I wanted to save it for last because it's the best.”

“I bet it is,” Simon said, carefully removing the wrapping. He gasped when he saw it. He then held it up for Hugh to see and he smiled down at his son.

“Oh, Adrian, Honey, it's perfect.” Simon was not going to cry. Not right now. No. No tears. No matter how cute this painting was.

It was a framed painting of their family, including Evander, Tamaya, and Kasumi with her cat around a christmas tree. The boy's talent never ceases to amaze him, he seemed to get better with every doodle.

It was really good, like good enough to sell. NOT that anyone would ever, but it was that good. Everyone could tell he put a lot of time and effort into it and that was a gift in itself.

“And look,” Adrian said pointing to the top of the tree, “Mommy’s the angle on top of the tree.”

It was crying time now.

Simon used one arm to pull his son into a hug and the other to wipe his tears, “We are going to hang this up the second we get home.”

Adrian looked up at him, “Can we hang it here? So everyone knows that we are a big family? We can hang it right there, Papa,” he pointed to a spot on the wall of Max’s quarantine that would allow anyone who walked by to see it. “I think that's a great idea, Honey.”

They gave the picture to Hugh who hung it up in a matter of minutes.

Adrian cuddled next to Simon again, “Did I surprise you, Papa?”

“Yes, you did. In the best way.

“Good! I know you love surprises!”

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Hugh and Simon: Age- 37

Adrian sucked on his teeth, not knowing how to start this conversation. Yes, his Dads and Nova made their peace and were civil but allowing someone to work in the same building and spending a holiday dinner together was very different.

But Adrian knew Nova would be alone. Everyone she used to be with was either dead or incarcerated for the time being. It was sad. Nova said that she was fine, that holidays haven’t been a big thing to her since her parents died. That was even sadder.

He convinced Nova to at least have a holiday dinner with him and his family… if his dads allowed. That was actually Nova’s ultimatum. She had to get a nice personal invite. From one of his dads.

So that meant actually asking and not just telling her they said yes and surprising everyone when he told them she was coming.

He was going to ask Simon first, but he was nursing his fourth cup of wine today. Simon had only been up an hour, he had slept in late from the hangover from yesterday. Adrian could tell from his slurred good afternoon that he obviously was not fully recovered but was pumping more into his system. It scared him but he learned not to ask questions. He knew Pops would get better, he had before. At least he hoped he knew that.

So it was up to Hugh.

All on Dad.

Yay.

Adrian shamefully lingered outside the home office waiting to hear his Dad’s voice get off the phone. When that did happen he knocked fast so he wouldn’t chicken out.

“Come in,” Hugh's deep voice called and Adrian eased up a bit. This was his dad. It’s not like Hugh would do anything bad.

Adrian peaked his head in before stepping fully into the room.

Hugh looked up at him, “What’s up kid.”

“Ok two things…” Adrian took in a deep breath, “Can.. um..”

Hugh raised an eyebrow, silently questioning him.

He let the break go, spewing everything out, “CanNovaspendChristmasdinnerwithusbecuaseshehasnowhereelsetogo?”

Hugh blinked at him, “I only heard Nova and Christmas dinner, kid. I'm guessing you asked if she could celebrate it with us?”

Adrian nodded slowly, “Yeah… she's got no one.”

Hugh frowned, guilt taking over his facial features. “Ahh. Then... of course.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Hugh smiled, making Adrian relax.

Adrian smiled, but it vanished with a tainted thought, “It's not a pity thing, right? You actually want her here?” Adrian knew that if Nova sensed she was here out of pity she would leave without another word.

Hugh sighed, “No. I would never. If you two are going to rebuild your relationship… then Simon and I should also get more comfortable with her too.”

Adrian smiled again, “Thanks, Dad.”

“Anytime, kiddo. You said there were two things? What was the second?”

Adrian opened his mouth but stopped himself. He wanted to tell Hugh that Simon had found the wine and beer Hugh had cleared out of their alcohol cabinet and hid in the garage until he could find time to donate it someplace where someone wouldn’t abuse it. But Simon found it and was currently passed out on the couch.

Hugh’s smile waiver and Adrian didn’t want it either. Not right now.

“Um… I forgot.” He said before leaving his Dad to his work.

Adrian could donate the rest of the alcohol himself right now, actually.

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Few days later

Hugh had made Simon go to bed directly after dinner. Hugh saw how he swayed in his seat and ate really slowly at dinner. Hugh had gone through this before, it was futile for Simon to even think Hugh wouldn’t notice.

Simon will be sober tomorrow. Hugh would make damn sure of it.

He giggled uncontrollably when Hugh took off his clothes, Simon opened his legs and parted his lips, waiting for him. Usually Hugh wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever Simon wanted in this position. But Simon didn’t know what he wanted right now… not fully and Hugh respected his husband.

Hugh helped Simon into his pajamas and then into bed.

He sighed and went to walk out the room. He made it to the base of their bed before Simon noticed he was leaving, “wait!” Simon's voice cracked, he tried to sit up but gave up quickly, “you're not going to cuddle?”

Hugh sighed, “Not while you're like this. I'll be back when you're asleep.”

Simon looked like he wanted to say something else but just cuddled up with the blankets.

And Hugh left.

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Next Morning

“You're not going to drink at all today. You hear me?” Hugh said from his side of the counter. Simon was slightly hungover but it was manageable, “Loud and clear,” he said, putting a finger to his temple.

Simon eyed his coffee with distaste, “Didn’t you get rid of anything that would make me feel good anyway? How can I drink what's not there?” Simon ended with a slight laugh. Hugh sighed even deeper, “I know you have your stashes, wherever they are. Just… don’t”

“I don't have a stash.”

Hugh stared into Simon's eyes. Simon saw the anger and pain filling his husband’s, “I'm not going to get into this right now because I don't wanna ruin the day, but don’t you dare lie to me,” Hugh said in a low tone, aggressively, “Not now, not ever.”

It was almost worse than actual yelling.

Simon looked back down at his coffee, “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“I’m trying.”

Hugh said nothing and Simon looked back at him, “I really am.”

Hugh nodded, “I've seen you try harder. Way, way, harder.”

They both sighed and Hugh made his way to the other side of the counter, giving his husband a lingering kiss on the forehead, “I love you… I’m gonna wake the kids now.”

Simon blew on his coffee. He will be good today. He just had too.

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Later that day

Nova at the Everhart-Westwood mansion arrived 5 minutes before she actually had to and debated sitting out in the snow. Honey had always told her to be a little late. That it was ‘fashionable’.

But the bus there was faster than she planned for and she forgot that the security thing scanned her.

So here she was.

Nova hadn’t mentally prepared herself for this yet.

Not that it was too hard. Just awkward.

Even more awkward since Nova presented the bottle of wine to she brought as a peace offering. She looked up what the best gift was for adults and wine was number one.

Apparently it wasn't?

Max was the one to meet her at the door and took it instantly. He said hello before running off with it.

Adrian presented himself next and Nova smiled at him, “I think your brother has gone off to get drunk?”

Adrian cocked his head, “What?”

“I- uh, brought some wine for your Dads but he just… dipped?”

Adrian chuckled humorlessly, “oh yeah… I don't wanna lie… so he’s probably dumping it out.”

Nova blinked, “Why?” She said slowly.

“There's a bit of a problem in our house right now. We don't want to… encourage it.”

Nova covered her mouth, “Oh shit? I'm so sorry,” she bit her lip, “Simon?” Adrian nodded, “How'd you know?” She clicked her tongue, “Honey… um… talked about… karma and irony… a while back. I didn't pay much attention but did get enough to hear that he had some sort of problem…”

Adrian helped Nova remove her jacket. She could’ve easily don't it herself but didn't mind the help, “Karma and irony? I get the karma part, looking at it through the eyes of a villain… but irony?” Adrian questioned.

“Yeah, it was ironic because she said that he and the rest of the council would get on her for being drunk during the Age of Anarchy years and a little after the battle. After that we just couldn’t afford it so she was forced to stop. Then the tabloids got news of it and… I heard it was a big thing.”

Adrian sighed, “It was really bad. He had to go away for a few months to this… institute. It worked, though. But Hugh is… he ignored it too long last time and is acting faster and better this time.” Adrian smiled, “He is hell bent on making sure Simon doesn't get the bad again…”

Nova sighed, “Aww,” Adrian gave her a puzzling look, “it's romantic in a sort-of sad way,” she defended.

“I guess it is.”

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Dinner was fun. One of the funnest in a while. The awkwardness disappeared with Max’s help. The kid is like a happiness ray. Constantly making things better with just a few words.

The kids were currently playing some video games. Hugh tried it out but he’d never really been good at those things and lost pretty badly.

He went out into the backyard to get some air. It was so cold he could see his breath but it's not like it fazed him.

It fazed Simon though, “Holy- Ah!”

Hugh turned with a smile on his face to the love of his life.

“I was gonna make this a nice moment. You know, but damn. It's cold.” Simon groaned from inside. Hugh laughed, “Winter tends to do that, Love.”

Simon rolled his eyes, “Stay here,” he pointed and Hugh raised his hands in surrender, “staying.”

Simon ran off into the house and Hugh’s eyes followed as long as they could.

He loved it when Simon was like this.

Happy. Funny. Adorably stupid.

Sober.

Roughly five minutes later he heard Simon open the door from behind him. Simon sat directly on Hugh’s lap, who had moved to sit at the lounge table, never mind it was covered with snow. Then placed a cardboard box at their feet. Hugh looked at the box then back at Simon, who just stared back at him, “well, are you going to tell me what's in the box?”

Simon nodded, “I'm about to do something I'll probably regret later when I'm feeling down but… it’s what's best. For me, our family. For us.”

Hugh had a slightly concerned look on his face but stayed silent, letting Simon speak, “Our second guest bedroom. No one ever goes in there. And certainly not in the walk in closet where my, what I stupidly thought was secret, box of booze was.” Simon gestured to the box on the ground and Hugh wanted nothing more than to crush it and it’s contents, but Simon continued, “It was the perfect place to hide while… I didn't want you to see because I know just seeing me drink hurts you more than me being unresponsive. I know why, ‘cuz of you-know-who… so I hide but then I'm alone and I spiral and-” Simon paused , closing his eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming, “I almost ruined us last time. I fought every ounce of help anyone tried to give me because I was convinced that I was ok. Not the best but I didn't see what you guys saw. I was coping very… very badly an- and I'm doing it again.”

Hugh kissed away a few tears that trailed down his husband's face, “I promise you I will not let it get bad again. It's only been a few months. You’re not gonna end up like him. I can-”

“It's not all on you though,” Simon interrupted, “I don't wanna just be sober just for a holiday. Last time I only got better because I chose too. I need to choose the right path too, I can't rely on you every time. That's part of what nearly broke us. I need to do it. I know you'll help, I couldn't do it all without you, but I need to do some by myself.”

Hugh nodded along, “That- I can do that. I’ll let you… do you. With some slight hovering. And you're doing so well today. You could've gone to your hideout but you didn’t. You could have kept it a secret but you didn't. But… Why did you bring the box down?”

“I wanna make fairy lights in a bottle type thing. With fake flowers and leaves They are so pretty and I've always wanted to do my own.”

“I’m not following, Darling…”

Simon got up and opened the box, plucking a bottle from the many in there, “Well, they need to be empty right.”

“Still not following,” Hugh snapped, getting a little mad seeing the dreadful bottle in his husband’s hand.

Simon pulled a corkscrew from the box and walked a few steps away, opening it. He then tipped it and it spilled over the grass, painting the snow red.

He walked back over and set the empty glass in Hugh’s hands, “I know that I'll undoubtedly get more. I'm not gonna get better in a single day… but a day is still a day. Because that day will lead to another day soon. And another and so on. I'm willing to keep taking those days. For Adrian and Max. They shouldn't grow up scared and worried for me like you did to your dad.” Simon picked up another one, using the table to open it, “You shouldn't have to see him when you look at me. You don't deserve that.”

He raised the bottle in a ‘cheers’ motion, “Here's to day by day, my love,” he smiled and tipped it over.

That's how it went for a while. Simon would grab a bottle or two, open it and dump it out. Then walk back, hand it to Hugh, who would set it on the table beside him… and the cycle would repeat.

They didn't say anything more. They were done for the night.

It didn’t matter how much time it took.

All that mattered at the moment was Simon healing.

And he looked beautiful doing it.

The lights that covered the house reflected off him like he was some angle. Far from it but in Hugh’s eyes, it was he was. When Simon would hand him another empty bottle he would smile. He was so proud of himself and Hugh was too.

He deserved to be. Tonight he was doing what some would say near impossible.

For him, Simon was doing the impossible.

So yeah, it took a while, who cares. Simon did it.

When Simon reached down to not find any bottles left he started crying. Not exactly in happy or sad tears. Just tears.

He did it all by himself, but with Hugh right there.

He did it.

Simon took his place on his husband's lap again. He evened out his breathing before looking up at Hugh, who whipped away his tears with his thumb, “Love, soon.. At least I hope I'm going to surprise you by waking up level headed, by my own accord, and giving you a big fat kisses all over your face,” he sniffled, “I’m gonna get better and I'm gonna do that.”

“Simon, my heart… My love, that will be one of the greatest surprises in a long time.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh.

Well i hope i brought something to the table today.

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Pairing ↠ Logan Howlett x female!reader Warnings ↠ smut! Unprotected sex! Word Count ↠ 2.6k+ Summary ↠ “You come across as, um, a little intimidating.” Author’s note ↠ Since on hiatus, i’ll be redoing my permanent tag list, so let me know if you’d like to get added (pls dm me, don’t reply) main masterlist

You were new to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters except you weren’t exactly a “youngster”. Charles had recently reached out to you and invited you to live at the school and work with the children. He had made the inquiry to attend as a student long ago, back when you were underage, but you had friends you could count on and didn’t think you needed “schooling�� and politely declined.

Years had past and all your friends were gone. It wasn’t an easy journey and you found yourself lost and alone. You were so thankful for Charles and happily decided to work with him.

You were new and of course that was always awkward, but soon enough the others began to grow on you. Jean was sweet and you would often find yourself hanging out with her and Scott at night. You three would sit around and drink, Jean would often go off on long tangents about abstract ideas that you and Scott loved. Storm was the one who helped you get settled and showed you how to teach the mutant children. And some of the older students befriend you as well. But you always found yourself avoiding one person, Logan. He was dark and mysterious. He had a temper and wasn’t very inviting. Jean told you he was kinder than he appeared but you still took every chance you could to avoid contact with him.

You woke up from a nightmare, one that was too real to speak aloud. You found yourself making your way to the kitchen. You did this often when you couldn’t sleep and occasionally you’d bump into a student or two, and even once you bumped into Charles, but who you saw tonight caught you off guard.

Logan was sitting at the counter, a beer next to him, his eyes closed. You slightly jumped when you spotted him, your quiet squeal grabbing his attention and he opened his eyes.

“Oh- uh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- didn’t mean to disturb you.” You fumbled with your words.

Logan raised an eyebrow, “You’re not disturbing me.” He said matter-of-factly.

You stood there staring at him, not sure on what to do next. Do you slowly back away and book it to your room? Do you pretend like you never saw him and grab a snack? Do you try to engage in conversation?

He smiled, snapping you out of your escape ideas, “I’m not going to bite,” a small chuckled escaped his raspy late night voice.

Your body slightly relaxed and you gave a forced smiled. You made your way to the fridge, looking for something to grab that way you could make your way back to your room.

“How come we’ve never talked?” He asked abruptly.

You grabbed a can of soda and turned around, closing the fridge with your foot as you did.

“I don’t know. We just never crossed paths.”

He laughed, “We’ve crossed paths plenty of times, you just always run out of the room.”

You blushed, embarrassed that he noticed. “Uh- I guess you come across as, um, a little intimidating.” You muttered quietly.

Logan almost looked hurt at you words. His hand tightened around his drink and he furrowed his eyebrows, “Yeah, you wouldn’t be the first to tell me that,” he said as he tilted his drink back and took a big gulp.

He was looking directly at you now across the table. You saw the hurt in his eyes, something you never expected to see when you finally came face to face with him. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine, kid. I think I’ve just had too much to drink.”

You studied him, the way he was sitting across from you gave you a warm feeling that you didn’t know how to describe. It was like looking at someone who could crush you at any moment, but up close, his fierce demeanor slipped away and you felt safe. Like the way a rushing river could pull you under with no remorse, but the calm sounds and glimmering water made you feel at home.

Logan pushed himself up and tossed his beer bottle in the bin. “See ya around,” He spoke to you as he headed towards the hall. He paused, “Unless you’re still gonna run for the hills every time I come your way.” He smiled, a faint sparkle gleaming in his eyes.

You smiled back, your heart speeding up, and he walked away.

Over the next few weeks you and Logan gradually became friends. He would often say funny remarks under his breath near you and would catch you giggling. He finally had stopped you in the hall after a meeting, “I’m glad you’re not so bothered by me anymore.” You turned towards him, alone in the hall aside from the two of you.

“Yeah, well I smartened up and realized you weren’t so tough.” You smirked.

He pretended to be hurt, “You have a cheeky side, I see.” His words made you blush.

From then on, Logan would find you at dinner or when he got back from missions and would spend time with you. You warmed up to him and realized he was someone you could count on. You’d often laze around the living space together when everyone was in bed, or take walks in the courtyard, teasing each other as you did.

Late one evening, Logan sat on his bed reading and you laid across his floor with pillows beneath you as you tried to come up with a study plan for some of the students you were teaching.

“Ugh, I can’t figure this out.” You sighed, frustrated with how hard it was to help other people with totally different powers from you.

Logan stood up, placing his book on his nightstand, walked over to you, and collapsed on the pillows beside you. “You’ve been at this for hours, I think you need a break. A fresh look at it will do wonders.”

“Maybe you’re right,” You mumbled, sitting up.

You didn’t realized how close Logan was to you until you were sitting up on your knees, your face mere inches away. You held your position, a bit startled, his eyes analyzing you. The sudden reality of your close proximity made you clear your throat and stand up.

You heart was racing and you felt your cheeks go red. Logan often did this to you: his sweet comments, or cheeky remarks made you blush. You found yourself becoming attracted to him but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. And to be quiet honest, the though of being with someone like him made you trembled. You may have gotten more relaxed around him, and even befriended him, but he still intimidated you.

“I should go,” you started, grabbing your papers off the floor, “it’s getting late.”

“Y/N,” he pleaded, standing up and catching your hand as you made your way to the door, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, no, it’s not you.” You shrugged awkwardly. He let go of your hand as you faced him, his eyes trying to read your face. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” you mumbled, your eyes avoiding his gaze.

Logan almost couldn’t hear you but the way his heart quickened meant he certainly heard every word. “Y/N...” He said, his voice much quieter than before. You looked up at him, your cheeks red-hot in embarrassment that you said that out loud.You expected to have an awkward Logan peering at you, about to let you down gently, telling you he’s not interested in you that way, but instead you were met with his lips.

Startled at how quickly everything was happening, you felt his arms grace your hips. His mouth moved against yours, your body heating up. He pulled away abruptly, “I’m sorry.” He said, his eyes looking into yours, trying to decipher if this is what you wanted.

“No- don’t be,” You bit your lip looking up at him, his hands still on your hips.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked.

You paused for a moment to think, then shook your head. Without wasting time Logan attached himself to you again. You had never been kissed like this and you felt like your chest was bound to explode. His hands snaked their way to your back and he pulled you up against him. You moved your hands up to run through his hair. His large stature was leaning down to reach you so you didn’t have to go on your tip toes.

He pushed you up against the door, your legs straddling one of his. His began to place soft kisses on your jaw and down to your neck. You let out a moan. Logan quickly pulled away and you were immediately embarrassed at the unconscious sound you made.

“I’m not going to be able to stop myself if you keep doing that, so tell me if you want us to stop. I don’t want to rush this,” his voice was hoarse and out of breath. You felt chills form over your entire body.

“To stop now would be cruel,” you voice was quiet and out of breath. He took your consent and picked you up, his lips connecting to yours and walked you both over to his bed.

He set you down on both your knees making you perfectly inline with himself. His hand went behind your head and deepened the kiss. You felt him press up against you and he groaned. You felt him hardened beneath you which caused your insides to warm up at your core.

Your body felt red hot, your fingers slightly trembling as you gripped his hip. He traced the hem of your shirt and gently tugged at it. You pulled away and lifted your arms up allowing him to remove it from your chest.

Out of breath, Logan admired you. He could feel himself panting like a dog. You blushed slightly as he remained looking you up and down, a hard contrast to when he was just all over you. “You’re so beautiful,” the words were quiet and you felt a smile form on your lips. He took another moment to take you in before he ripped his own shirt off.

You swallowed hard looking at his extremely toned chest. Logan slowly reach up and grabbed at the seam of your pajama shorts. He kissed your neck as he tugged your shorts down. You did the rest, kicking them off your ankles. His hands traced down your curves and he placed a delicate kiss on your collar bone. You felt goosebumps form on your bare skin, so surprised at his loving demeanor. Logan could go from rough and hot, to gentle and slow. You didn’t expect someone like him to be like this.

He gently pushed you onto your back, watching you as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. You gulped as he climbed onto the bed and between your legs, his body against yours as his warm lips made contact with you again. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth, a slight moan forming in the back of your throat.

You fumbled with your bra straps, trying to tear them off. You were getting frustrated, still kissing Logan while trying to remove this restricting clothing. He pulled away, “I got it,” he mumbled softly. You sighed in defeat as he slid his hands under your back making you arch and unbuckled the strap. He pulled it from you and his eyes got dark. His hands came up to roam your chest and then left wet kisses along your breast. You groaned when his mouth wrapped around your bud.

He sat up, slightly nipping you as he did, “I want to make you make those sounds forever.” You felt a shiver swim over you.

Logan slid his underwear down his tanned thighs exposing himself fully to you. He still hovered above you, your hair sprawled out on the bed and he tried to take this moment completely in. His rough hand slid along your thigh and brushed over your underwear. You bit your lip. Logan continued to rub between your legs, your insides twisting as you tried to stay still for him. You were already dripping for him, you both knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Logan, please...” you said out of breath. He smirked and slid your panties down and threw them behind you. He planted a kiss right below your belly button then slowly made his way up to your face. You grabbed his hair in your hands as his soft lips collided with your neck once again.

“Are you ready?” He asked you, barely above a whisper.

You nodded and Logan lined himself up with you and gently pushed himself it. It was hot, like fire, for a moment as he filled you up. Your hands gripped his back, sure to leave marks. He let out a loud grunt when he bottomed out, your eyes closed, squirming beneath him as he held himself there. You grew impatient, his lips kissing your jaw lightly. You hips bucked up slightly, trying to get him to move and you moaned out breathlessly.

Logan’s eyes shifted to darkness immediately began to pull back out, your breath getting hitched in your throat. Before you could take a moment, he slammed back into you, both of you groaning. He continued, pulling himself out then slamming into you, the bed creaking as he did. “Fucking hell” Logan breathlessly moaned. Your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to pull him in deeper with every thrust.

“Tell me how you feel,” He commanded in a husky tone.

Your lips were parted, your hair sprawled out behind you, you were certain your cheeks were bright red and you tried to muster words out, “So- uh- fucking- good!” You moaned.

Logan let a trail of swears pool out of his mouth and then he reached down and left a needy kiss on your already red and swollen lips. Logan grabbed you hips, his fingers digging into your skin as his quickened his pace. You were getting close already and you tightly wrapped your fingers in Logan’s hair, your other hand clenching the bed sheets. Logan’s bed frame began hitting the wall with every pump inside of you.

“Fucking hell-” He moaned out. Logan had imagined this moment before, the way you’d lay beautifully beneath him as he pleasured you to no end. He was losing it quicker than usual, your moans pulling him to the edge quickly. Logan reached a hand down between your legs and began to circle your clit. Little squeals began to leave your parted lips, your body squirming beneath him. He felt your walls tighten around his dick and he couldn’t hold it much longer. “Jesus, Y/N, I’m gonna- ugh, fuck-” and with that, you felt yourself go over the edge, Logan’s eyes locking with yours as you both loudly moaned. He continued to move in and out of you to elongate the feeling of ecstasy.

Your legs and arms trailed his back, not being able to hold still as Logan spilled himself into you, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He was still muttering swears as he slowed down, the high reaching a peacefully after-bliss. He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. After a moment he rolled on the bed next to you, a large grin on his face making you blush. He pulled you close to him, your head resting beside him as he pushed your hair behind your ear, “That was better than I could have ever dreamed.”

“Oh, so you’ve dreamed about this before?” You asked, wiggling an eyebrow. Logan just smiled at you, placing a kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t believe you were ever afraid of this man.

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