Father Time
Another commission!
They asked for father figure! Time who may or ay be their actual dad to a kid who joined the group of heroes. It’s just a sweet little thing. I hope you all enjoy!
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“Dad!”
“Here we go.”
“Dad! Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Father! Papa! Dadd-”
“Yes! Yes! What?” A laugh tumbles out of his before he can help it. “My, my. You are persistent.”
Giggles follow soon after before a smaller force collides into his back. Time shakes his head, putting his hands over the smaller arms that wrap around him.
Multiple heads turn their way, before snapping back in a failed attempt at subtlety. Time takes a mental note of it, although he’s not entirely sure if there will ever be a moment where he could properly attend to it.
“I have a request.” The younger one popped their head from around his side. A newer addition to the group. They’ve seemed to have taken a liking to him and Time to them. Something about them was enough to loosen his nerve and façade.
They smile and let go of him, instead using the opportunity to hang off of his arm and swing it with wild abandon. They can’t be much older than their Sailor, perhaps by a year or two, but they act younger than the other ones their age. It’s stunning, seeing the difference their adventures mark on the heroes. They don’t claim to be one of the chosen, at least. They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time and now they’re traveling with the group.
Time shakes his head, letting them do as they please with his arm. He can still feel lingering stares from the boys. “What is it?”
“Why do you only have cute nicknames for the Rancher and the Champion?” They pout. “Seems a bit unfair, don’t you think? I’d like one too.”
Time trips over his own foot for a second before he takes his arm away. Before the kid can get the wrong idea, he wraps it around their shoulders and pulls them into a headlock, ruffling their hair.
“H-hey! Let me go! That’s not part of the deal!” They cry, trying to push him away.
Time laughs, letting them go. He gives them a beat so that they can recover from the onslaught before he replies to their question. While they hold the top of their head in exaggerated defeat, Time guides them back to keep moving forward. “The Rancher is an exception and the Champion’s name was chosen for him by said rancher. No one else has nicknames.”
He smirks. They pout harder.
They cross their arms and look away from him now. It’s as if he has offended their very existence. “I still think it’s blatant favoritism. How come I don’t get one?!”
Time doesn’t think he’s winning this one. Somewhere in the group he can hear a snicker from one of the boys. Hidden, breathy mummers about him being a pushover reach his ears, but with the kid standing in front of him with a finger to his chest, there's little he can do to address it.
He puts his hands up instead. “Alright. What would you like to be called?”
“Noooo!!!” They groan, tossing their arms over their head. “That’s not how this works!”
Time snorts, ruffling their hair once more for good measure. “Am I supposed to come up with one for you then?”
They don’t try to fight him this time. “...Yes...”
Time nods, purposely walking away from them. “I suppose you’d want it to be all your own.”
“Yes! No copying others!” They seem to brighten, happily following his footsteps.
Putting his hands behind his back, he tries to think of something that would work. Given that this seems to be important to them, he doesn’t want to brush it aside. Even if he wants to give them a hard time for a little longer.
“How about Honeybee?”
“No way!”
“Pumpkin?”
“I’m not a little kid.”
“Sport?”
“Come on!”
“Champ?”
“Dad!”
Time snorts, covering his mouth. “Ok, ok ok.”
They huff and puff, trying to keep up the act of their pride. But when they think he’s not looking, they let a little sliver of a grin peak past their defenses. They’re just as much fun with it as he is.
“I say you can call them Honey Bear.” Wild breaks the silence. “With their sweet tooth, I’m surprised they haven’t shortened my supply.”
“Honeybee would be a little more accurate with how they never seem to sit still.” Warrior laughs to himself. “Busy as a bee as they say.”
“I like Honeybee.” Time mutters, still thinking about it. He looks over to the kid to get a reaction but instead they seem a little red in the face and they seem to be biting their lip. “How about that?”
“It’s cheating because the Captain thought of it first.” They grumble, even as their cheeks darken.
Warrior lets out a small cry of victory while Time knows that he has to think of something else.
“How about I just call you Honey from now on?” He leans down to look them in the eye. “Is that ok, Honey?”
They finally struggle to hold eye contact, even as a blinding, if shy, smile adorns their face. “It’s ok…”
“Our turn!” Wind cheers, bounding up to attach himself to Time’s other arm. “We all get nicknames too, right? Otherwise it’s blatant favoritism.”
Time gets caught off guard. “Um- well.. I… sure? I don’t see why not but I didn’t think that-”
“Awesome! Then it’s time for all of us to have one. Except Twilight and Wild since they already have nicknames.” Wind puts Time’s hand in his own hair. “And Honey, of course.”
The kid on his other side blushes. “H-hey! Only dad can call me that! You just call me by my name!”
Wind sticks his tongue out, still holding Time’s hand hostage. They stick their tongue out in return.
Time sighs, ruffling both of their heads as he looks to the rest of the group. They all seem to be looking at him expectantly.
So he gives them names and his is Dad.
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