Summary: When three misfit kids end up in the same house, things can be tense, especially when one of those kids is the size of your finger. When a fight breaks out between his two kids, Chris and Ethan, Damian has to step in to try and smooth things over…until his wife gets home. Featuring a young Chris and Ethan trying to figure out how to live together.
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“Ethan-“
The young ágrion whipped to face Damian, eyes burning. Damian cupped his hand closer to his chest, shielding a trembling Chris from the glare. So small… If I hadn’t been here in time-, he frowned and shook his head. Not now. Not yet. Now he had to teach a lesson…guilt would come later. This couldn’t happen again. Damian took a breath, held it, let it out.
“Ethan. Apologize.”
“No!”
No? Damian’s frown deepened. “What?”
“I said no!” Ethan crossed his arms, glaring at Damian. “I’m not apologizing to that-…to *her*!” On one hand, Damian was proud Ethan stopped from calling Chris another name…on the other, it wasn’t an apology.
“Ethan Andrew Kelley. Apologize to your sister. NOW.” Though his tone was even, Damian couldn’t help the raise in volume. The instant the words roared out, he felt a stiffening against his fingers. *Shit…control yourself, other kids…* Another deep breath in, then out. “You cannot grab people and treat them like a piece of candy.”
“Why not?! ‘S what they were meant for!” The teenager snorted, rolling his eyes. His pointed ears pinned down. Ethan glanced aside, lip curling as he continued. “‘Sides…she’s not my sister….”
Before Damian could get a word out, he felt a shift between his fingers.
“I AM. YOUR. SISTER!”
Damian blinked, startled by the shrill cry. His eyes dropped to his hands. A tear-weathered Chris pushed herself up from Damian’s palm, wiping heart eyes with the back of her hand as she sneered down at Ethan with all the ferocity of an angry eleven-year-old.
“You don’t-you don’t have to love me like Josh. I..I know I’m not-“ she trailed off, “I know I’m different. But…that-it doesn’t mean that you can be awful to me all the time! Im tired of it! You’re mean, and scary, and all I’ve ever done is be nice to you! So-…so why do you hate me?”
The room fell silent. Damian was at a complete loss; what could possibly follow that? Chris had made every point he’d planned to, and coming from the child that was the most complacent, it was a heavy hitter. Why do you hate me…is that what she thinks? Ethan hates her? Granted-he hadn’t shown Chris an ounce of kindness, and for a while the only recognition she got was to terrorize her…
“I-…” Ethan stirred the quiet, shifting on his feet. Jade eyes darted to the floor, to Damian’s hand, then the floor again. “I don’t…”
“Don’t say you don’t hate me!” Chris snapped. “I-you yelled at me just ‘cause I wanted to play hide and seek, and when we did play you were way too rough! You almost dropped me on purpose, and then you said you’d eat me because I lost!”
“That’s enough,” Damian sighed. He needed this to come to a peaceful close.. It isn’t rag on Ethan day… “Ethan. Chris is…” his eyes fell to the brunette, who turned to face him. Tiny, soft eyes that begged to be safe. To feel at home, after so many years. God, these kids… Grimacing, Damian brought a hand to his face, punching his temples.
“She’s right. You haven’t been nice to her since she’s been here. And…you should.” Damian curled his fingers, his index reaching out to nuzzle the little human. “She knows what it’s like to lose people, too.”
Both Ethan and Chris stared at Damian. It wasn’t something talked about, their parents, but they all knew. Abandonment, death, both horrible ways to be left alone in the world. Damian cleared his throat.
“I know it’s hard taking new people in, E…but Chris isn’t going anywhere. She’s been here for years now, you know that.” He looked to Ethan, who was idly watching the floor. “She’s family. Understood?”
Nothing. Not at first. Then, after a pause, Ethan looked up. He bobbed his head in a nod before returning to watch the floor. Was that enough? Too much? Damian shifted, glanced over his shoulder, and used his free hand to point down the hall.
“Go to your room and unwind for a bit. I’m going to take Chris to her room to do the same,” with that, Damian turned and followed Ethan to the hall. Miraculously, there wasn’t a slam as he passed and moved to Chris’ room. Damian stepped up to the door leading to the human suite where Chris stayed, holding his hand up to the entryway. As Chris stepped off his hand, Damian checked a sixth…or seventh?….time for bruises since he’d stopped the fighting. Still nothing…good.
“You go unwind too, Chrissy…when Claire gets home, you two can talk more about today, okay?” Probably don’t want to talk to anyone as big as me after something like that…
Chris nodded, though kept her back to him as he straightened. Generally, Claire was the one to handle discipline. She was…better with words, and keeping the peace, despite being a human too. The boys listened to her. Even after day one Ethan respected her, something Damian had never seen before.
Just as he turned, Damian caught a quiet ‘thanks’, then the door as it shut. He glanced back. Chris was gone, inside the sweet to rest and regain her bearings…good. Smiling, he stepped into the hall. Now at Ethan’s door, he paused and shook his head to prepare for the fight to come. Next week, Claire can handle the fights…
God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town
When every thursday I'd brave those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes
And we'd learn how our bodies worked.
God damn the black night with all it's foul temptation
I become what I always hated
When I was with you then
We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside
And together there
In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
Began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer than anyone would ever get.
We Looked Like Giants - Death Cub For Cutie
For the lovely crusingthroughreality ♥
verse: cougar!robyn + young!chris
headcanon: stuck in an arranged marriage for the last several years, robyn fenty-graham decides to take her wedding anniversary vacation alone, after finding out something shocking about her husband. there, she meets a local, christopher, and they hit it off after first touch.
pairings: chrianna / aubrihanna / dricki
verse: touch
note: this is in robyn's pov for the fic itself, and this is also a draft. it's like seven pages, 3k words total. the prompts i did were in third person, but i'm not sure which pov i want to stick with so bear with me lol.
ALSO - I THINK I POSTED THIS HERE BUT I'M NOT SURE??? IDK.. I POSTED IT ON WORDPRESS THOUGH...
I N T R O
I’ve been up for at least fifteen minutes before the discreet vibrating alarm I’ve set to go off. I know that getting out of bed will be a challenge without interrupting the body next to mines, and that’s the hard part about it all.
It doesn’t stop me from looking though. Sometimes, I get caught up in his looks. And like always, looking leads to touching. My lithe fingertips danced along his café au lait skin, across feathery eyebrows and draped eyelids with a curtain of dark eyelashes without him stirring.
He’s really attractive, and it’s one of the things that drew me towards him when I first met him several years ago. My fingers roam across his face, and they travel downward to ghost along the bridge of a perfectly sculpted nose, and then dip down to faintly parted lips that expelled warm air onto my hand.
I mess with his face just to see if he’s knocked out hard enough for me to get out of bed. It’s part of my routine. Getting out of here before he gets up is done at least four times a week though, and to be honest, it’s the only bit of spontaneity I have in life. I’ve even developed it into a game, just to see how long it’ll take for me to shower and get dressed before he gets up.
It’s really getting old though.
Falling into a lifestyle of the tedious was never my life’s plan.
Yet, every day had been a monotonous transition into the next, a recurrent set of pre-planned and expected events to eat up the fifteen hours of the day that I didn’t spend sleeping, showering, or eating the required three daily meals.
I keep looking at the body next to me, attempting to eat up the minutes until my alarm starts to vibrate. He looks alluring and beautiful, the faint sunlight hitting him at a sharp angle and creating abrupt shadows across his face and body.
I’m in too deep; this I know.
Still, I’m on a schedule, and I have to keep moving. As I start to slip out of the bed, he starts to shift. I curse lowly under my breath.
“Shit.”
“Please, one more kiss,” he whispers, his lips barely moving, and for a moment, I believe he’s talking in his sleep.
Within seconds, his hand is on the back of my neck suddenly; without a choice, I follow the guiding motion down to meet his mouth because I know he’s expecting it. It’s over quick, especially as I distract him by dragging my hand down his chest and pressing my free hand into his hipbone as I cover him, and stealthily roll over him.
It’s the only way for this to work, and it shouldn’t be like this. That could be said for a lot of things in terms of our relationship together.
As I slip out of the expensive sheets, unhook his thigh from my thigh and scurry down the hallway in nothing but skin, I know that I’ll probably be half-way across the floor before he wakes up fully.
It still won’t stop me from looking back though, but I’m on a schedule here, so I opt out of it. I feel crummy, messy, and still covered in the aftermath of celebratory sex from the night before. The multi-massage showerhead is requesting my presence, and I’m going to make use of the vibrating head and submit to multiple orgasms through masturbating before I get my day started.
It’s only right, after last night.
All I can honestly remember was coming back here and having my dress slip off of my body like running water. There was an aim then; something I really wanted. Expecting, really…
It was long and drawn out, just like he liked it. Bordering on being utterly tantric, and tiring the hell out of me, which was a shock, considering all of the energy I had stored up due to misuse outside of exercising.
He did everything he was supposed to, and what I wanted him to, but still, it only placated me temporarily. It’s not what I think about in the shower though, while the water rushes over me and the massaging showerhead makes it worth the seventy five dollar price tag.
I don’t get there though, because soon I hear him in the bathroom, fumbling blindly around and the long, drawn out sound of him emptying his bladder outside of the stained glass door.
While I hear him starting up the shower on the opposite side of the bathroom, I’m already slinking down the hall, trying not to get caught up.
But the water stops, and I know I’m caught.
“What are you doing?” The voice chilled me to the core in comparison to a few hours ago, when it was all I wanted to hear. I roll my eyes without turning to face him, and lick my lips as I dip towards the bedroom door.
“Where are you going?” I could feel his presence across the room, and after dropping my towel at the door, I stood quickly without covering myself up and started shoving my body into my clothes.
“Do you have to ask me so many questions? It’s seven in the morning. Time’s up. I’m leaving.” I reply, and he makes a long and loud sound of exasperation.
“What about breakfast? I could get you something out on the table within seconds.” I hear him move and the swish of his expensive sheets as they hit the floor. I shake my head and keep getting dressed.
Right now, I’m just not in the mood for anything. I’m reeling from something amazing and powerful, but at the same time, I hate how I feel. I hate how this feels.
Every morning after should not feel like this. I kept my eyes focused on my task, which at the moment, was getting out of this master suite. Every remnant of last night seemed to hover of my head like the dust that swirled around from the misuse of the curtains that hid the sunlight from the dark parts of the room.
“You don’t want an omelet? No coffee? Not even fruit?” He continued to try and coax me to stay longer, but he knew my routine.
The tip of my toes hit the front of my heels and I stood tall and started to quickly button my shirt without looking back over my shoulder. I could hear him moving behind me, but my gaze was fixed on my thighs and shimmying back into my skirt.
He was hovering behind me now, and in the mirror in front of me, I could see his reflection. I closed my eyes as he gripped me from behind and wrapped his arms around me. I pushed his hands down as politely as possible, and turned towards him.
“I don’t want anything, okay?” I repeated, slowly and calmly as I could.
He quirked his eyebrow up and shrugged, and finally turned on the balls of his feet as I slid my flats onto my feet and grabbed my phone and car keys from the neighboring dresser.
The one thing I did manage not to grab was my wedding band off of the dresser that was lying in a heap with the rest of last night’s jewelry. It just seemed so unnecessary, and I had a statement to make.
I had to get to work; ties such as those could absolutely wait until later to be addressed. Besides, Aubrey would understand. We’ve been enduring this arrangement for almost seven years. He had no choice but to understand by now.
“Well. I mean, we could get a room change,” He winked at her as she shook her head gently and looked up at the mess of a headboard.
“We put a crack in it,” She assessed as he looked up and she watched his brows draw up and his shoulders to shrug.
“They’re definitely going to charge me for it.” She pouted for the first time since she had gotten back from the club, and he scoffed loudly.
He rolled over on top of her and chuckled, gripping her hip underneath him and parting her legs again as his body sank between the given space.
“But you’re an executive, right? A woman of power. With endless riches,” he repeated the same words she enticed him with as he kissed up her neck and slid back into her.
“Money ain’t a thang. So, we broke the headboard and we’re gonna fuck the sheets up, the frame…have to flip the mattress, all that.” He moved away from her neck and tilted her face to look at him.
“Your husband ever fuck you like that, Mrs. Graham?”
