Have nothing to post unless its another wip so I must fall back in aid of my old art. That sentence made no sensesorry idc enough to fix it
Was too lazy to remove my old username forgive
Him & gru r old nemesis…nemesises?
But they used to be friends when they were in school, they planned to open an evil school b4 it existed. Villains corp or whatever. Tord funded it… TORD X SCARLET OVERKILL??? Their shipname would be red overkill or scarlet leader…
Summary: Tord was never supposed to be involved. That was the deal, Paul could go back to being the leader and their four year old son would stay out of it.
Paul may have forgotten to tell Pat something important…
Enjoy some angst people!!
He Calls the Mansion Not A House but a Tomb
Paul had barely taken his helmet off before he was punched in the jaw.
He stumbled backwards, dropping the motorcycle helmet in his hands into the mud below.
He had just gotten home from the base, parking his motorcycle in the driveway. He had just been about to walk inside after a very long day.
It was raining hard and he just wanted to dry off and lay down with his husband.
Riding in the rain sucked- now he was all wet and cold.
Coming back to the present situation, Paul’s eyes flew up and his body immediately went into fight or flight mode at the attack. Of course… of course the one day his guard was down he got ambushed in his own home!
Some bastard had probably followed him and wanted to kill him off!!!
But there were no rouge soldiers standing in front of him ready to murder him in cold blood.
Instead, his eyes landed on Patryk.
Paul was confused immediately.
“What… the hell was that for?!” Paul cried, lowering his arms at the sight of the love of his life.
That was the wrong move.
His basically husband punched him in the stomach, sending him doubling back into his beloved motorcycle. He knocked into the stand, grabbing his baby before it could fall over into the mud where his helmet lay.
“P-Pat what the hell?!” Paul yelled, his arms wrapped around himself as he picked himself back up.
He realized very quickly that Pat was crying… no wonder he hadn’t said anything yet…
Paul took in a deep breath, steadying himself and reaching out for the love of his life. Clearly something was wrong here!
Paul had to be missing something…
“Honey what’s wrong?… What the fuck is going on?…” He tried grabbing Pat’s hand, only to get slapped away.
“W-When were you going to tell me!…” Pat finally got out, his voice shaking with emotion.
Paul froze in place, wracking his brain for whatever his lover could be talking about.
“What are yo-“
“When were you going to tell me Paul!!!!” Pat yelled again, anger and betrayal on his tongue.
Paul took a step back.
He didn’t like this.
“Patryk… I don’t know what’s going on…What on earth are you talking about?…”
“Our son Paul!!!! You’re pawning off our son?!!!” Paul realized Pat was shaking- probably from anger. He didn’t get this upset that often… He’d maybe seen it once or twice in their entire relationship.
Paul felt like his entire body had been doused in ice at those words.
“What?…” was all he could think to say, not knowing what the correct answer was here.
Was there a correct answer?
“Don’t play dumb with me!!!” Pat shoved him again. “For the love of god Paul don’t play dumb with me!!!!” Pat yelled, his hands shaking against his sides.
For once Paul was too frozen in place to move.
He just stared.
Luckily for him Pat continued talking.
“Yanov told me Tord’s going to start training soon. When the fuck did I agree to that Paul!! You promised he wouldn’t get involved!!! He’s four!!!!” Pat got closer, shoving Paul with all his might.
Paul stumbled back but didn’t fall, catching himself before he could land flat on his ass.
“So I want to know. When. The. Fuck. Were you going to tell me?!!!!” Patryk yelled, the anger in his eyes more obvious than before.
Paul stared firmly at the ground, chewing on his lip as he thought of how to answer.
This was bad- this was so bad.
They weren’t supposed to have secrets!
Paul had meant to tell him!!
He really had!…
He’d meant to tell him that Tord was going to take over as his prodigy… even if Paul had agreed to never let their son into this life…
“Paul.” He heard Pat say, it was too stern in a way that made Paul go ridged with fear.
Pat grabbed his chin, his nails digging into Paul’s skin as he forced their eyes to meet.
Paul knew he was shaking.
He’d meant to tell him.
He really did…
He just didn’t know how.
“Answer me. Don’t you fucking dare space out Paul! Answer me!!! At least tell me you only just found out!!!! That this was a recent discovery!!!” Pat’s words were getting drowned out by his sobs.
It was gut wrenching to watch.
Paul met Pat’s eyes again, knowing they were both crying now.
“… I’ve known… for a year…” his voice was small and strained. He couldn’t meet his lover’s eyes anymore.
Pat punched him in the jaw again.
His hands shoved Paul away from his body.
Paul stumbled hard, this time tripping and falling into the mud.
The rain made him slip down a few extra inches, his uniform was definitely going to need some work done. It had to be caked in mud.
“Get out.” Pat muttered, his voice shaking and his hand firmly tugging at his hair. “Get out of here!!!! Don’t you dare come back for at least a week Paul!!!!!! I can’t-“ Patryk choked on a sob. “I-I can’t even look at you right now!!!! H-How dare you!!!!! H-he’s our son!!!!”
Paul swallowed the lump in his throat.
He couldn’t couldn’t breathe…
All he could do was stare up at the love of his life.
“I’m sorry…” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the rain. He wasn’t even sure Pat heard it over the downpour. “I-I’m so sorry Pat… you have to let me-“
“I don’t wanna hear it Paul!!!! N-None of it!!!!” Pat kicked him in the leg.
It didn’t do much, Patryk was wearing slippers. They must’ve been soaked through in the pouring rain…
His husband kicked him again and again, his cries only getting louder and louder.
And Paul just took it.
He deserved to take it.
And then both of them were jolted back down to reality when the front door opened.
Light spilled out down the driveway, shining on Paul and Pat and freezing them in place.
“… Daddy?… Papa?…” Tord’s voice was so small.
Paul looked up at his son in the doorway, realizing that he had definitely seen Pat kicking his unmoving body.
Tord was wearing his pajamas, an oversized tshirt with a space ship on it and some matching pants to go along with it. He didn’t have any socks on, just in his bare feet at the edge of the door.
“T-Tord go back inside…” Paul found his voice faster than Pat. He started picking himself up off the ground. “Daddy and I are just talking bud… we’ll be inside in a minute.”
Pat didn’t say anything, Paul knew he was crying too hard to properly form words.
“W-Why… are you hitting?… you always say it’s bad to h-hit…” Tord’s lip wobbled, his face scrunching up in a way that told Paul he was about to cry or have a meltdown.
Pat got over to him faster, picking up their kid and holding him to his chest.
Paul just watched them hug from the end of the driveway.
“Shhhhh…. S-Shhhh we were just playing…” he heard Pat mutter. It made Tord calm down at least to the point of not having a meltdown.
He looked like he was crying though, probably because Pat was still crying.
Tord had always been such an empathetic child…
Paul took in a deep breath, his hand coming up to hold his jaw. It was going to bruise really badly in the morning… Pat was a hard hitter.
“Let’s get you to bed… okay Tord?” He heard Pat say, he could almost see the smile on his face. His tone was so forced and cheery… he was really good at playing like he was okay for their son.
“Is Papa coming?…” Paul’s heart sank at the sad little look Tord gave him.
His little gray eyes wide and pleading…
Paul found it in himself to crack a smile for his son, ignoring the way it hurt to move his face. “Yeah, I’m right behind you buddy…”
“Okay…” Tord smiled back, a gap toothed grin that made Paul feel even sicker.
He was going to throw up.
He was going to ruin this poor kid…
And all for what?
He was going to ruin his marriage too- there was no way in hell Pat would ever talk to him after tonight.
Paul waited until Pat took him inside, until he couldn’t see either of them through the doorway anymore.
He walked over to the door and slowly closed it behind them. He then walked over to his motorcycle and picked up his helmet off the ground.
He ended up going back to the base.
He could at least give Patryk some space…
It was the least he could do.
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