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Characters: wars_stars, wars_hunter, cold_eric, godofrain_etc, notmilitarywill, markwannabe, astronomeradri, and another Orion
Prompt: 028. Children.
Word Count: 388
Rating: PG
Summary: Various Orions' various children
They always said it was a mutual decision. But Orion clearly remembered rolling over in bed, the silver and jewels of the gender-swap bracelet making a quiet 'clink' sound around his (her?) wrist. "Eric? I want a baby."
The look on his face was almost worth the discussion afterwards.
*****
"But Dad..." Pleading eyes. Sparkles. Wings.
"No. I don't know. I plead the fifth, ask your mother." Hasty backing up the stairs, trying to make it to the safety of the bedroom.
"She said to ask you."
"I know nothing! You'll never take me alive!" He'd never been so grateful to have a lock.
Puberty. What would they think of next?
*****
"Orion, you'll poke holes in my shirt." Adrian reached up and disengaged his partner's fingers from his shoulder carefully, squeezing a bit. "Quit it."
"I can't. What if something went wrong? What if they lost her?"
"Orion, they're not going to lose a baby. They don't ship them in suitcases."
"Don't use your earth logic on me, Doctor. I know what I know and what I know is that our baby is going to get lost and go on wacky adventures and..." Orion gnawed his lip nervously.
"No, look. There she is now. Go get your new daughter."
*****
"This is a spectacularly bad idea, Lord. No offense."
"He's important. Take care of him, or the consequences will rest on your head."
"I'm a general, not a nursemaid."
"Take care of him. Or get your pretty to, it doesn't matter. Make sure he's provided for."
"Of course."
*****
"You can't even take care of yourself! What the hell are you thinking?"
Orion dodged the empty box with something close to ease. "Look, Sammi's a lot worse off than I am. She's fucked over worse than I am and the twins aren't getting what they need and dammit, I can do this!"
"You're twenty! You're not even related to her! Give it a fucking rest! You don't need to save the entire worlds's families just because your own was fucked up." Will hurled a cushion at him, fingers twitching towards the heavier stuff.
"Don't talk about my family, Will. Just... get out. Leave me alone."
"With a couple of screaming brats and drugs? Like fuck I will. If you're going to be an idiot, I will be there to comfort you in your idiocy."
"Fuck you." The insult didn't have any strength behind it.
"Okay, first things first, these little twerps need diapers..."
Prompt: 028. Children.
Word Count: 388
Rating: PG
Summary: Various Orions' various children
They always said it was a mutual decision. But Orion clearly remembered rolling over in bed, the silver and jewels of the gender-swap bracelet making a quiet 'clink' sound around his (her?) wrist. "Eric? I want a baby."
The look on his face was almost worth the discussion afterwards.
*****
"But Dad..." Pleading eyes. Sparkles. Wings.
"No. I don't know. I plead the fifth, ask your mother." Hasty backing up the stairs, trying to make it to the safety of the bedroom.
"She said to ask you."
"I know nothing! You'll never take me alive!" He'd never been so grateful to have a lock.
Puberty. What would they think of next?
*****
"Orion, you'll poke holes in my shirt." Adrian reached up and disengaged his partner's fingers from his shoulder carefully, squeezing a bit. "Quit it."
"I can't. What if something went wrong? What if they lost her?"
"Orion, they're not going to lose a baby. They don't ship them in suitcases."
"Don't use your earth logic on me, Doctor. I know what I know and what I know is that our baby is going to get lost and go on wacky adventures and..." Orion gnawed his lip nervously.
"No, look. There she is now. Go get your new daughter."
*****
"This is a spectacularly bad idea, Lord. No offense."
"He's important. Take care of him, or the consequences will rest on your head."
"I'm a general, not a nursemaid."
"Take care of him. Or get your pretty to, it doesn't matter. Make sure he's provided for."
"Of course."
*****
"You can't even take care of yourself! What the hell are you thinking?"
Orion dodged the empty box with something close to ease. "Look, Sammi's a lot worse off than I am. She's fucked over worse than I am and the twins aren't getting what they need and dammit, I can do this!"
"You're twenty! You're not even related to her! Give it a fucking rest! You don't need to save the entire worlds's families just because your own was fucked up." Will hurled a cushion at him, fingers twitching towards the heavier stuff.
"Don't talk about my family, Will. Just... get out. Leave me alone."
"With a couple of screaming brats and drugs? Like fuck I will. If you're going to be an idiot, I will be there to comfort you in your idiocy."
"Fuck you." The insult didn't have any strength behind it.
"Okay, first things first, these little twerps need diapers..."