This is from a published fic but since it's Fluffy February, I felt like sharing it again. Co-written with @woodspurge [aka banquos_ghost, bringing MacCready to life] it's mostly sweeter than a Sweetroll and Sugarbombs combined, with a streak of smut 😉
"So Mac and I have an important personal announcement - that he just let slip," added Vin, mischievously glaring at his partner, "and we'd like to utilise Diamond City Radio. We'll give you a hundred caps for thirty seconds and a few song requests, sound reasonable?"
Mac’s eyes opened wide, “Pretend you didn’t hear that Travis. One hundred caps! Let’s not be too hasty! You’d do it for free wouldn’t you Travis?”
The ambushed DJ nodded in agreement, then mumbled, “A hundred caps would be nice though.. “ he pretended not to notice Mac’s continued gaze on him.
Vin elbowed Mac in the ribs. "Radio station doesn't run on farts 'n' sunshine, does it Miles?"
"You…know I'd do it for free for you, don't you, Gen..er..uh..Vin?"
"That's kind of you to say but you'll get paid, Travis. So I was hoping to start by dedicating a tune to our sons? There's something they need to know as soon as possible. Mac, what song does Dunc like best?"
Mac still wanted the last word about the one hundred caps, so he mumbled something about artistic integrity not being what it used to be before creasing his brow in thought. “Umm I think his favourite at the moment is ‘Uranium Fever’ although that could have changed by now.”
Travis got a notebook out of his pocket and started scribbling notes. "I can do both, back to back."
"How are we gonna do this, Mac? One of us sayin' it over the airwaves? Write a line for Travis to announce?" Vin asked. He wanted his new fiancé to have this ball in his court.
“I’d like to have Travis say it please?” he turned to Travis, “You gotta earn those 100 caps, man.” Travis’ already habitually anxious face triggered alarm. Mac giggled guiltily; he knew he shouldn’t tease Travis but sometimes it was too tempting. “I’m just kidding, Vin’s right, you deserve the 100 caps. Maybe more.” Mac flashed a wicked grin at Vin.
"One hundred flat," Vin glared back. He was going to go up another 50 but remembered what he currently owed the swear-jar.
“Ok Travis, you got paper and a pen?” Travis nodded and produced the aforementioned articles, Mac continued, “Right, here’s what you can say, but you’re welcome to riff on it a little too...
This Whole episode was Fluff Heaven for me!! And having the intersection of History 3: MODC with History 4 in the two couples was Utter Perfection!!❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Yeah, so. Not sure what brought this on, but I’ve had a similar idea to this rolling around in my brain for about a year, I think. Don’t ask what took me so long - writer’s block is a bitch. This might not be the best thing ever, and I’ll probably tweak it a little bit before I put it up on AO3, but I still wanted to share. Why not, right? Yolo and all that.
Summary: Erik and Charles drink hot chocolate as they watch their kids play in the snow.
Warnings: mentions of mpreg, excessive fluff?
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“Incoming!”
A snowball sailed right past Erik, splattering on the wall nearby. Raven ran over. She at least had the decency to look contrite. He gave her a withering look, adjusting his hold on the steaming mugs in his hands.
“Sorry about that, Erik - did anything spill?”
“No, thankfully. But watch where you’re throwing those things, huh?” She held up her hands, the picture of innocence.
“Wasn’t me, I swear. That one was all Wanda.”
Erik looked over to where his children were playing. Wanda was giggling and gathering more ammunition while her twin, a blur of white and blue, pelted his older brother with snowball after snowball. Well, sometimes. Needs to work on his aim, Erik thought. Almost on cue, at that exact instant, a snowball hit David square in the face. He fell backwards as if wounded, but Erik could hear him laughing even from his spot on the stoop. Someone was missing though…
“Lorna?”
Raven said nothing, but shifted uncomfortably. Erik sighed. That usually only meant one thing.
“And where’s Alex?”
Raven coughed.
“Auntie Raven!” Wanda called out. She was pouting. “Pietro keeps trampling my snow piles!”
“Whoops, gotta go!” Raven took off towards the snow melee. Erik didn’t need to be a mind reader to see her mental sigh of relief. He rolled his eyes and started walking. The ground was mostly powdered snow, not too hard to walk in, but he still kept his steps small. After the tumble he took a couple days earlier (“Charles, I think I broke my arse,” he had said, hoping for sympathy. “Talk to me when you’ve birthed four kids,” the love of his life had replied, not even looking up from the papers he was grading), Erik didn’t trust the treads on his allegedly snow-ready boots.
Charles sat on a bench a few feet away. There was a book beside him, and when Erik had stepped inside to whip up some hot cocoa, Charles had been reading it. Now he was watching their children, smiling. It was the twins’ first snow, and they were both determined to miss as little of it as possible. He looked over at Erik as he approached.
“Welcome back, dear.”
“For you.” Erik handed him one of the steamy mugs. He bent down and gave Charles a quick kiss for good measure. His husband chuckled softly.
“Hmm. Not sure which one I like more.”
“You haven’t even tasted your drink yet,” Erik said. He smirked, an expression Charles knew well. But there were more important matters at hand.
“Sit down, Erik. Watch the children with me.”
Erik wiped off the bench a bit with his free hand and did so. He sipped at his cocoa - a bit too hot yet.
“I couldn’t help but notice there are only three of them here, my love.” He said. Wanda had moved on from the snowball war and was trying to roll enough snow to make her first snowman. David finally managed to catch his little brother and was wrestling him down into a flurry that somehow hadn’t yet been trampled.
“Mm-hm,” Charles intoned. He took a small sip of cocoa. “Lorna’s watching Alex train.” At Erik’s sigh, he turned towards him. “Oh Erik, don’t worry so much. She’s still young.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Erik grumbled.
“Well don’t be. Alex has been a perfectly respectful gentleman around her.”
“He had better.”
Charles looked serious for a moment. “Do you really think so little of him? Of either of them?”
Erik met his gaze, a bit taken aback. “Of course not, Charles. You know that. It’s just that-”
Charles took Erik’s free hand in his own, entwining their fingers.
“It’s just that you’re her daddy, and she’s your firstborn.”
Erik let out a shuddering breath and nodded. After a moment, he said, “But you’re right, Charles. It’s probably just a crush.” Under his breath, he added, “still hope she grows out of it though.”
Having heard him perfectly, Charles gave his hand a brief squeeze. “I’m going to remember you saying that later, dear.”
“Good, because I know I’ll forget.” Being over protective is in my blood, he thought, knowing Charles heard it just as clearly as if he had said it aloud. He gave his husband a small, apologetic smile.
“Mommy! Daddy!”
Wanda ran over to them. Her hat had fallen off some time ago, but her ear muffs still held firm. Charles reached out and adjusted them, fixing an imperfection only a mother could see.
“What is it, flower?”
“My snowman!” She pointed towards a roughly Wanda-sized mound of snow. It was more lump than man, had no less than five stick arms, and a haphazard line of stones for a mouth.
“It’s the best snowman I’ve ever seen,” Erik said, and meant it. She jumped up and hugged him, giggling. He held her close, and maybe just a tad too tightly, but she didn’t notice.
“You getting sleepy yet?” Charles asked. She let go of her father and shook her head. “It’s way past your bedtime, Wanda darling. You and your brother both.”
“Just a few more minutes?” She begged, giving him her best puppy-dog look. Charles only smiled back. What a tease.
“A few more, but that’s it.”
Their youngest daughter squealed with childish glee and ran back into the yard. She crashed into Raven’s legs and almost sent her Aunt to the ground. Both were laughing.
“One day they’re going to realize that those looks don’t work on you.” Erik murmured.
“Oh I know.” Charles gave Erik a smirk of his own. “That’s when they’ll start trying it on you.”
He took another, deeper sip of the cooling drink in his mug then shifted to rest his head on Erik’s shoulder. His husband pressed a kiss to his snow-speckled hair and wrapped an arm around him. They sat there huddled together as their little family played and made memories in the snow.
Perfection, Erik thought, and felt a warm wave of agreement from the man he loved.
