— Fox Chesterfield —
Ω∞ Halcyon ∞Ω
"Hey kiddo," a knock at the door drew Fox out of his slumber. Well, kind of slumber. He'd woken thirty minutes ago, the bed was just far too comfortable to slip out of. However, Fox, despite his comfort, knew the inevitability of education. With Roland at the door Fox had no other choice but to actually force himself up and out. Just one look at that stern face told him enough. And Roland was supposed to be the fun dad.
"Your father's back," hat obviously meant one thing— "And no, apparently it was miles outside of Pompeii, so grass would literally be the only thing he could bring back." All his hopes and dreams dashed away. At that comment, Fox let his head hit the pillow again, this time accompanied with a groan. "Okay, brat," he mocked, already walking down the hall, "Guess I'll just steal all the pancakes, then." Though, there was too much distance for Fox to hear Roland's happy mumble, "and hugs and kisses."
The long halls of their house broke off across the entirety of the property, letting into various rooms and sections of the house. The house was quaint for how expensive it was, but that was partly because the dealers knew they had money to spare. As well, the surrounding area was practically isolated from the rest of the human population—most of it. The only houses that dotted the island, just off the coast of Manhattan itself, were a select few heroes and most of them were retired, either because of old age or family. Though both Roland and Percy weren't necessarily retired, they did have a family to take care of. Well, kind of. Fox definitely could take care of himself if need be, but there were always variables and circumstances that could arise.
As usual, Fox glided into the kitchen prim and proper with just seconds between Roland's arrival and his, head already on the counter top to give his stepfather the saddest eyes. A stint like that often got him a knock to the head, but on the rare occasion his parents would cave and oblige. Someone like him required a lot of food and by a lot of food to sustain his own body and keep himself perfectly balanced and healthy.
Today, however, earned him both the smack to the head and ten extra pancakes.
Rubbing the hard bruise, Fox pouted into his pancakes, eyes trying to stay averted from what currently went on in front of him. His father, the biological one, was regaling both his husband and his boy of his trip to Pompeii, apparently at the time of eruption. And the man made no move to extricate himself from Roland's busy arms. Not only was it gross (parents doing couple things? Ugh) but it was distracting him from eating without spilling all the damn syrup all over his nice slacks—it was a choice of ruined slacks, watching one or both of his dads do something absolutely stupid, or watch the two make out like old grandpas.
It was a mix of the latter two.
Whilst Percy wrapped both hands around Roland's waist and nibbled at his neck, all while still talking about Pompeii, Roland gave a loud yelp. The burned grease of bacon literally splattered itself against Percy's back and that only acted to push Percy further into Roland and then pull them bother down screaming at each other to the tile floor. "The fact that I'm telling you about a historic volcano obliterating an entire city does not give you the right to reenact it all over the back half of my body!" Percy managed to ramble off mid-fall, though the pan to the back of the head cut off any more complaining. Percy only groaned as both of them slid within view of their son.
"Get the Bengay, dammit!" Percy could barely speak through gritted teeth and it was hard enough craning his neck to look up at Fox.
"I'm late for school," Fox retorted, smirking down at his fathers, "maybe stop using your dentures for BDSM role play and you wouldn't need Bengay."
"Ha," Roland squeezed out, trying his best not to let the rest of the laugh out for fear of his husband's wrath.
"Yeah, bye," and with that farewell, Fox ran straight into their personal portal and into the freezing snow of Aurora.
What he didn't expect was both his fathers in their own heroic garb waiting for him, his dad lacking the golden visor he usually wore. Fox gaped, then pointed at the goofier looking of the two, "I call shenanigans. That's clearly in direct violation of the Time Lord handbook."
"This isn't Doctor Who, nerd," Percy gritted, making his way behind his kid before forcefully pushing him forward. If this was one of their goddamned stints to embarrass him in front of the entire student body, then there would be hell to pay. Unfortunately, he'd have to find out exactly what hell that was.
The entirety of their trek from the portals exits to the school's front entrance, the more charismatic of his fathers, Perseus, made it a personal effort to introduce himself to each student. "Hi, I'm Oberon, personal savior of the universe escorting his child to school. Look at this happy, genetically well bred family. Aren't you jealous?" or his personal favorite, and one Roland hated, (accompanied by a daring wink), "Why, Hi there, young lad/lass, I'm Oberon (with a simper that could knock the socks off of anyone), I'm sure a daring hero like you wouldn't mind a personal tour of the League's many, many secret corridors."
"Why do you have to be such a pedophile?" Fox whispered harshly, throwing a nasty glare over his shoulder.
"If they're eighteen and over, they're perfectly legal to bed."
"Everyone you've been flirting with has been under seventeen, dad."
"Ahaha, you're telling me that kid with the full beard and very, very chiseled features is seventeen?" Perseus chuckled, throwing his head back to wink at one of the teachers that passed by, "You gotta do a lot more than that to get me to stop making you look like a daddy's boy. Someone need a diaper change? Oh, is daddy's boy gonna cry?"
"Are you really bullying our only child?"
Fox, nearly perfectly simultaneously, retorted, as well, "Are you really bullying your only child?"
It took a moment before that registered for Fox's father, having forced the three of them to stop in the middle of the hallway. There was that glint in his eyes again, the one that told Fox that he likely registered everything and was now currently looking for a way out. And then he locked eyes with him, a kid a little over six feet tall standing by a few others. Fox, of course, didn't follow his father's eyesight, but the other dad did.
"If you hit on Waverlyn's kid, I will personally disembowel you in front of the entire student body," Roland growled, to which Perseus cut him off with some odd guttural noise and a half-assed wave of his and.
Tugging his son along, he stopped right in front of the small group congregating within the school halls. Fox tilted his head back to catch Roland's eyes, a deep frown scarring his features. "So, why the hell did you agree to this?" he question, arching a brow as his father began harassing the children.
"Because men are weak," Roland sighed, crossing his arms, "and he offered me sex, afterwards."
"Of course," Fox rolled his eyes and watched as his father made even more of a mockery of their family name. Roland didn't seem to mind, however, preoccupied with roaming the entirety of the halls with his eyes. Obviously without powers, Roland hadn't the opportunity to attend, meaning this was likely his first visit here and boy did a flash of remorse catch Fox's eyes, only deepening his own frown.
"Kiddo!" Perseus reaped practically the entire attention to himself. He clapped a hand on Angelo's back, completely blocking Lewis from direct contact. "What a surprise!" he said, doing a terrible job of being social and a wonderful job of being the idiot dad that he was, "It's been so long! How long?" He turned to Roland, "How long, sweetie?"
"Uh," he whipped his head back to Perseus before registering the question and when he did he pointed to Fox, "since he was about eleven."
"That's..." Perseus paused, counting the years on his hand.
"Seven. Years, dad," Fox enunciated.
Perseus exclaimed, emphasizing his loudness with a blunt pat to Angelo's back. His other hand practically smacked Lewis in the face as he flourished, "Seven years! How is your mom? Is she still mad at me for accidentally dropping her into the Arctic Ocean? I swear on my father, that I thought I had a tighter grip and it was possibly part of the plan. Drop Lyn into the water, they said—outflanking them enemy is top priority. And I mean it worked, so what does she have to be mad about? Why can't she be mad at Roland for knocking her grandfather's ashes all over the carpet."
"That was also you."
"Oh... shit, right," Perseus scratched his head, though he continued on, blabbering about some family reunion or something else entirely crazy.
"Am I allowed to kill myself?"
"Not until I get my intercourse."
"Fuck."
