"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!
Tomorrow, July 14, is my birthday, and my birthday wish was for Christmas in July. By that, I simply meant I was hoping to hear from you.
But if now isn’t the time… how about just resuming being you. I’ll continue to stay quiet—and even quieter if that’s what you need. I’ve been good! Love,
Maria
P.S. One little caveat… Lola will keep being my voice!! ❤️
