Drabble: monsters and ice-cream cones (Smallville)
Monsters and ice-cream cones
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: G
Genre: AU, fluff, humour, prompted (‘heaven’ for the sacred_20 community)
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Davis, OC
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction for funs and entertainment.
A/N: I just wanted to say something short… the reason why I chose this prompt… I was thinking about what heaven would be for a little boy (like Gabe) and this is what I came up with; in the safety of his fathers arms with his mum there and getting a really big cone of ice-cream.
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He looked at the white face and the colourful markings on it and shivered from fear. Every time that face with the big red mouth would screw itself up in a smirk his horror would take on new levels. In an act to find safety the little boy clung to his mothers leg like a life-line.
“What’s wrong?” asked the blond fair woman bending down to his level.
The boy only shook his head while trying to find even more cover behind his mother every time the huge figure neared them.
“I think over there is someone that needs you!” said a tall, dark haired man to the clown who had tried many times to engage the little boy in a playful conversation.
Relief over took the little boy as he saw his father had successfully driven away the evil monster; and so he threw himself relieved at his fathers legs.
“That’s alright…” said the dark haired man while he picked his son up from the ground, “You’re a big boy Gabe. That clown isn’t going to hurt you… He couldn’t hurt a fly.”
The blond woman now understood the distress of her son and bustled over him, “Oh baby… were you afraid of him?”
Gabe watched as his father sighed and rolled his eyes; he liked doing that a lot. “Chloe… the boys almost six. Stop fussing over him like he’s two. You’ll spoil him!”
“Excuse me?” said the blond now annoyed, “and just who is carrying him off to safety now?” To emphasise her point, she stood now still, halting her husband because she wasn’t moving.
He had the decency to look flustered, “Ok…” then he turned to his son and asked, “hey buddy, how about we go and get you ice-cream?”
Happily excited the boy asked, “A big cone?”
“A very big cone,” reassured his mother while his father was nodding in agreement.
“Yeah!” shouted the young boy happily. If meeting this ugly monster meant getting a big cone of ice-cream, thought Gabe as he watched his mother and father walk hand-in-hand, then it was alright for him
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: G
Genre: AU, fluff, humour, prompted (‘heaven’ for the sacred_20 community)
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Davis, OC
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction for funs and entertainment.
A/N: I just wanted to say something short… the reason why I chose this prompt… I was thinking about what heaven would be for a little boy (like Gabe) and this is what I came up with; in the safety of his fathers arms with his mum there and getting a really big cone of ice-cream.
::
He looked at the white face and the colourful markings on it and shivered from fear. Every time that face with the big red mouth would screw itself up in a smirk his horror would take on new levels. In an act to find safety the little boy clung to his mothers leg like a life-line.
“What’s wrong?” asked the blond fair woman bending down to his level.
The boy only shook his head while trying to find even more cover behind his mother every time the huge figure neared them.
“I think over there is someone that needs you!” said a tall, dark haired man to the clown who had tried many times to engage the little boy in a playful conversation.
Relief over took the little boy as he saw his father had successfully driven away the evil monster; and so he threw himself relieved at his fathers legs.
“That’s alright…” said the dark haired man while he picked his son up from the ground, “You’re a big boy Gabe. That clown isn’t going to hurt you… He couldn’t hurt a fly.”
The blond woman now understood the distress of her son and bustled over him, “Oh baby… were you afraid of him?”
Gabe watched as his father sighed and rolled his eyes; he liked doing that a lot. “Chloe… the boys almost six. Stop fussing over him like he’s two. You’ll spoil him!”
“Excuse me?” said the blond now annoyed, “and just who is carrying him off to safety now?” To emphasise her point, she stood now still, halting her husband because she wasn’t moving.
He had the decency to look flustered, “Ok…” then he turned to his son and asked, “hey buddy, how about we go and get you ice-cream?”
Happily excited the boy asked, “A big cone?”
“A very big cone,” reassured his mother while his father was nodding in agreement.
“Yeah!” shouted the young boy happily. If meeting this ugly monster meant getting a big cone of ice-cream, thought Gabe as he watched his mother and father walk hand-in-hand, then it was alright for him