Mar 5, 2021
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So I posted a Dadneto fic because it is needed. Summary:
Seeing his son, alive and looking well, does wonders for Erik’s heart. He calls his son’s name and meets his gaze, another wave of relief.
Peter jogs up to him and asks, “How’s it hanging, old man?”
It’s such a Peter response that Erik can’t help but pull his son into a hug. He whispers into his ear, “Never do that again.” The hug is returned tentatively, but Erik can’t bring himself to care. He is holding his son in his arms, something he never thought he would do.
Eventually, he pulls away and asks, “Are you ready to go home?”
Peter looks at him, brows knitting together, “I am home.”
