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"the world no longer fits and now you're sucking it" (Son!Teen!Dear Santa+ mom! Reader x Bro Santa)
Warnings: HEAVY Teen! dear Santa centric, a lil angst but we get a good ending, pregnant reader, dear being a lil shit, dental problems, self confidence issues, selective mutism. Struggling speech therapy
If you don't mind those continue on!
Eat your heart out!
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Sum: Dear Santa and Centralian have been partners since... Forever and will be forevermore... Or at least he thought so. What happens when Centralian isn't growing up as fast as dear is? Isn't adapting to his changing body as easy as he hoped? Is Centralian still his loyal vital instrument... Or is it just getting in his way?
<- Chapter 1
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Breakfast went on as usual, guita talking everyone's ears off, dear grunting and grumbling through conversation, a few words he could pronounce here and there.
After, Dear was getting ready to head to canvas town, a quick solo mission to get a few supplies, requested by you, of course. Turns out painting a nursery uses more paint than you and Bro initially thought.
As you fuss over dear, adjusting his oxygen bag, and checking his small emergncy kit, dear's mind was elsewhere. His fingers rubbed at Centralian's silicone nipple again. He supposed it was about time for him to put it back in his mouth, after all, one never knows the dangers lurking on you're own.
A year ago he would have been pushing you away making an "I've got this geeze" face at you,but now? He kinda wished you where coming too. Maybe then he wouldn't have to be in pain with Centralian. But alas, you where far too heavily pregnant to make the trip, and bro and guita had a mission of their own.
As dear popped Centralian in his mouth he winced slightly at the pressure on his back teeth. Man has that been a really pain lately. Growing pains. Pride pains. You look at him, catching the small sound, a mother's ears never miss.
"are you alright D'? Maybe you shouldn't go-maybe next week when Bro has time-!"
Dear shook his head harshly. He's a big boy he can do it. Besides, what baby will wanna live in a half painted nursery? Not his little sibling.
"Ive...got-got...thi-th"
He spoke, having popped Centralian out of his mouth, with conviction and all the ego of a budding young man. You can't help but smile.
"ok dear. I trust you....and it's .." this" not thith."
You modeled for him, showing him the tounge placement. Dear huffs and tries to mimic it-was his pallet always that small-? You have no time to investigate as dear turns and leaves out the door, sensing your mother hen-ning coming.
"I packed you some water and your favorite sandwich! Buy yourself ice cream with the left over money!"
You call out,only getting a grunt in return.but a soft one, like the idea of a sugary treat after the long mission sounded much pleasant.
The road to canvas town was rather smooth. Dear knocking a few would be kidnappers into some walls, one of them actually had candy, who would have thought?
Anyways, Dear walked through the barrier of the familiar paint splattered town, licking at a giant lollipop, Centralian back in his case. He looked around, searching for-
"Dear!"
Just then a familiar orange haired teen jumped at him, nearly colliding heads with the freckled faced boy. Dear grunted, In both slight annoyance and fear for his stolen- won - treat.
"Watch... It... Carrot top-top."
Remlin stepped back, the insult still hitting even if it was shuddered out. They clutched their chest dramatically...
"Even without Centralian.. you still drain me..! Speaking of which where is the lil dummy?"
Dear pulled out the pacifier with an eye roll because duh. Where else would his partner be? In his mouth where he belonged. Why did everyone keep asking about him? Why did they care so much? Because he didn't care. Did they think he was that irresponsible with his forever partner? He was.
"D....
Dear...
Dear!"
Dear jumped, startled by the sudden shout. He huffed as he looked over at remlin.
"I've been calling your name for a while, are you... Ok?"
Dear nodded vigorously, why wouldn't he be? Such a stupid question. He was fine, all blue skys and pastel rainbows or whatever.
"O... Kay. Anyways what are you here for?
Dear pulled out a sheet of paper, unfolding it and showing it to remlin.
"Do you... Kn-know where....thi-th i-th?"(This is?)
Dears words died down slightly as he began to mispronounce some of the words . It was stupid, why was it always those words with the stupid 's'? Remlin though, paid it no mind. Putting a hand underneath their chin.
"Hmmm... That's....a very specific paint from a baby line. I know just the place to get it, come on!"
Remlin grabbed dear's sleeve, pulling the smaller boy down the road with them.
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Heyyyoo! tried to get the second chapter done as fast as I could! Do you guys think where I leave off is odd or is it better to read like this? Also how do y'all feel about the extreme color coding? If you guys want me to bring it back I can!
Anyways no chapter tomorrow I've got work I'll try to make something for Monday!
"the world no longer fits and now you're sucking it"
(Son!Teen!Dear Santa+ mom! Reader x Bro Santa)
Warnings: HEAVY Teen! dear Santa centric, a lil angst but we get a good ending, pregnant reader, dear being a lil shit, dental problems, self confidence issues, selective mutism. Struggling speech therapy
If you don't mind those continue on!
Eat your heart out!
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Sum: Dear Santa and Centralian have been partners since... Forever and will be forevermore... Or at least he thought so. What happens when Centralian isn't growing up as fast as dear is? Isn't adapting to his changing body as easy as he hoped? Is Centralian still his loyal vital instrument... Or is it just getting in his way?
Dear stood in the bathroom, leaning on the sink as he checked his face out in the mirror. His fingers pulling his lips out of the way to reveal a rather deep pacifier bite. He's never really noticed it before or gave it much thought until Remlin pointed it out the other day...
'is it painful to eat like that?'
Dear shrugged, having taken another bite of the sandwich you'd packed him that morning. Now? In front of the mirror? Yeah. It kinda had. It was like .. making a chewing an exercise to see which side of his mouth would get tired first. But it was something he'd have to deal with for Centralian.
If you had asked dear 4 years ago, when he was 10..no even 2 years ago, if he knew the consequences of sucking on a pacifier 24/7, he'd have said no, which is true even now ,but moreso he wouldn't have cared.
Those where problems for future him, the odd stares, the horrible teeth placement, the affects on his looks.
But today was future him, and they all were his problem.
Dear picked up the hair brush, pulling his hair into the half up and down style he'd taken on all these years later. He just had too much for those multi pig tails. And they weren't cool anymore either. As he tied the hair tie into place he yawned, catching a glimpse of the over bite in action. He paused.
Its...not like he thought he was ugly or anything. You and bro had spent years calling him "handsome little man" and building up his confidence, he was a rather self assured kid anyway.
It's not like the stares he got with a pacifier hanging from his mouth at 14 mattered anyway. Or when the new younger members of team child made "goo goo ga ga" sounds at him.
No. He didn't care what other people thought. Right?
Right.
"Dear! Breakfast is ready!"
Your voice could be heard from down the hall, dear setting the brush down and picking up Centralian from his small case on the counter. It was a present from enjin on his 12th birthday, "a good place to keep your buddy safe when he's not in use". Dear had scoffed at the time. Centralian? Not in use? Ridiculous. Centralian had a case. His mouth. Duh. But now in the future? Dear had to hand it to enjin, for all his loudmouth, stupid drool, he was surprisingly good at picking out gifts with future uses.
Dear ran his finger over the silicone nipple of the pacifier. Eh,he was about to eat anyway, might as well not put it in yet. A relief on his mouth and dignity. He put Centralian back in his case and pocketed it in his overalls, heading out for breakfast.
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As dear turned the Corner he was met with a familiar sight. Bro, his adoptive father, was setting the table, as you,now 8 months pregnant, belly round with his future younger brother or sister, was cooking breakfast, guita, now 18 was helping you, the top of her onesie tied at her waist as she flipped pancakes. Dear grunted to make his presence known, bro turning to him first.
"good morning dear! Wow I expected you to still be in bed by now!"
The older man ruffled his hair causing dear to grumble at the affection and comment, but didn't make any move to push him away. If anything he leaned into to it.
Hearing your husband messing with dear,you turn around, smiling at the dual haired boy.
"good morning D'. Look at you,hair all done up by yourself!"
Dear grumbled again walking over and leaving over your shoulder,to which you take the opportunity to kiss his forehead.
"my handsome boy"
He suppresses a smile that feels ... Oddly more good for him to hear today.
"g...ood...morning"
Dear speaks,low and unconfident. He's been working on his speech, with you and Eishia. Before, communication with grunts and pointing was enough, and he only cared that his immediate family understood him-you, bro and guita(+ future baby ofc)- however, the big boss corvis didn't think so, so now he's doing make shift speech therapy....
Still, you smile at his attempt, proud of your boy for how far he's come.
"good morning to you too dear,good job!"
Guita turns, bouncing slightly nearly dropping the pancake.
"hey dear! Oh oh, where's Centralian?"
Dear pauses, right...hes almost always wearing it. He pats the pocket of his overalls. It's not a super big deal..he was just...keeping him clean! But something inside of him feels ..bad. like he's offending Centralian or... Something.
His stomach growls.
Obviously that feeling was just hunger.
He loves Centralian.
He loves Centralian?
Right.
Right?
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Thanks for reading (hopefully) chapter 1! I really wanted some more dear Santa content, and I really haven't see anybody spectate on teen dear Santa or how Centralian could affect him later years!
Anyways I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to leave me ideas in the comments, and critiques!
Hi! Welcome to my blog! I'll mainly write about some slightlyyy weird stuff (mostly vore, g/t stuff) but it will be 17+ characters only! (For now away!) Anddd maybe some dark angsty stuff! And some fluff if im feeling nice
I'm a fan of many different anime so...i guess I'll make a master list as a go lol!
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