Guess who got inspired to write again.
There were many ways to describe the last few years of Steve’s life, and a Cavalcade of Chaos was one of them.
Once, he had been your ordinary average teenage boy, with the added advantage of rich parents and good looks that gave him the label of ‘King Steve’ at school. Once. That had been before the Upside Down. Which brought along with it the Demogorgon, the Demo-dogs, the Mind Flayer, Vecna and all manner of crazy shit that he had gotten wrapped up in.
In the span of only a few years, Steve had went from your average guy living it up, to dealing with a secret world only a select few outside of the government knew of, deciding to play hero and stop bad things from happening related to that world, getting injured and dragged into life-threatening situations as a result, earning himself a bunch of trauma as an extra result, and becoming a babysitter to a bunch of kids in the same boat as him but who were also determined to throw themselves into danger, necessitating that he throw himself into danger alongside them.
And then along came the Omnitrix.
If Steve’s life post-Upside Down had been chaotic, the Watch had pushed it into the incomprehensible.
Because the Omnitrix really did make no sense. A weird watch-like device from space, completely divorced from everything to do with the Upside Down, that latched into Steve without his consent and turned him into any number of weird creatures with abilities that ranged from sort of understandable to ‘how are they even able to do that’; the Watch being able to turn Steve into those creatures in the first place falling in the latter category. Science was nowhere near Steve’s best subject, but even he knew that conservation of mass should have made becoming a hand-sized frog-creature or an oversized werecat impossible.
The kids called the creatures aliens, which couldn’t really be argued since the Omnitrix did arrive in a meteor, and said that the technology that turned Steve into these aliens must be far more advanced than Earth’s, advanced enough to ignore the laws of physics as they knew them.
With each alien, came the task of learning how to navigate the powers and physiology of the alien. Some aliens came with advanced strength and Steve would accidently break things as a result, many were bigger and the world around Steve would suddenly be that little bit smaller, some were faster and Steve would have to navigate around obstacles within a nanosecond of seeing them, some were walking natural disasters waiting to happen and Steve was at risk of setting things on fire by just existing, and some would either decrease or vastly increase his intelligence. And then there were the instincts to deal with, increased aggression, a calmer mental state, a chaotic mental state, the need to climb everything, etc.
It had become a favourite pastime of the kids to drag Steve down to the junkyard or quarry and have him practice his alien transformations, as well as come up with names for each new one.
Though, for all the extra insanity that the Omnitrix had introduced into Steve’s life, its presence had become a very welcome one.
Demogorgons and other assorted creatures of the Upside Down had become remarkably easier to deal with when one had the ability to become a large beasts table of taring creatures apart themselves, or a man made of living lava.
In this way, Steve had managed to become a local town superhero, not that most of the residents were aware of this. It was a rather large boost to his ego, being the one who kept the horrors of the Upside Down at bay with the awesome powers only he had access to.
But for all that everyone in Steve’s group loved the Omnitrix, it never failed to remind them of how little they knew about what Steve had attached to his wrist and the aliens that came with it.
For example, one of the aliens could asexually reproduce and could force Steve to transform into it to carry that out. And that’s exactly what happened.
…
“Dadee.”
“Yeah, I’m coming.” Steve said, snapping out of the daze he had been in.
Rubbing his eyes, Steve hissed in frustration when he realised that he’d accidently burned some of the popcorn he’d been making while gazing into nothing. Pouring what popcorn was salvageable into a bowl and preparing another bag, Steve ducked into the fridge and pulled out a plate of sardines.
Steve’s fridge and freezer consisted primarily of fish now, since it was the best thing for his kids to eat as far as he and the others had worked out. Thankfully, Steve’s alien transformations made fishing much easier, so all that fish hadn’t drained Steve’s wallet as much as it could have. Though, personally, Steve was getting rather sick of fish, no matter how good it was for him.
With popcorn in one hand and plate of fish in the other, Steve walked over to his couch where two eager blue bugs were waiting.
“Dadee.” One said while the other chirped happily.
They wasted no time in snatching up the food as soon as Steve set it down.
“Hey, save some for the movie.” Steve chuckled.
Out of all the things that had happened to Steve over the last few years, becoming a father to alien bugs definitely had to be the most unexpected, though not exactly the most unwelcome either.
Settling down on the couch, his two kids wasted no time in snuggling up to Steve. The affection filled him with warmth despite their cool bodies.
Those cool bodies had been one of Steve’s first sources of panic after learning that he was now a single father of two. You know, after the standard panic of learning that the alien device on his wrist had just made him a single father of two with no impute from Steve.
The Omnitrix did not gift Steve with a “how to raise your alien babies” manual after surprising him with his children, meaning that no one had any idea what was normal and what would indicate an issue with them. Thankfully, they had worked out that since the alien the babies had come from, which the other (now older by comparison) kids had named ‘Big Chill’, was naturally cold and spat ice everywhere, cool bodies were probably a natural state for Steve’s new children.
In general, raising Jake and Mila, his children, had been a huge learning curve.
Joice and Hopper had tried their best to coach Steve through things, and the others had helped out in their own ways to lighten his load, but there was only so much that could be done thanks to Jake and Mila’s alien biology. Through trial and error, painful error that tore at Steve’s heart every time his children cried, Steve had learned how to care for his children.
The house was now kept as cold as possible, it didn’t hurt Jake and Mila to be in a warm room for the most part but it certainly wasn’t comfortable for them either. Steve had gotten used to the new temperature surprisingly quickly, though the others would keep their coats on inside whenever they visited. Windows and doors had to be kept shut and closely guarded, lest the children decided that they wanted to fly outside. Food had been a hard one, the children usually spitting up most of what they were fed but also not eating the metal they had taken to gnawing on, but thankfully Lucas had suggested fish and it worked, something about iron content. Jake and Mila were more intelligent than human babies their age, already walking at a point where human babies were only just learning to raise their heads on their own. The list went on.
Pressing play on his remote, Steve sat back to enjoy the movie his children had picked out. It was a children’s movie, naturally, but he’d been watching a lot of them recently and found that they weren’t all that bad despite being made for children. Jake and Milla happily sang along with the songs to the best of their abilities, mostly single words mixed in with chirping and clicking, too young to say much English just yet.
Halfway through the movie, Steve began to slump down, exhaustion weighing on him. He loved his little Baby Chills, as the other kids called them, but taking care of them could be so tiring. He didn’t know how he would have coped without the others there to take care of Jake and Mila while he was at work or when he just needed some time to himself.
“Mama.”
Steve jostled at the tug on his jumper.
Mila pointed insistently at the popcorn and fish on the table, evidently too lazy to fetch it herself when Steve had long enough arms to get it for her without getting up.
Steve sighed and retrieved the food for her.
“Dada’s got the food.” He tried to subtly correct his daughter.
“Tha’, Mama.” Mila grinned back.
If Steve didn’t know any better, he would have called it a shit-eating grin. But he knew that his darling little Mila would never be like that, she had just learned some bad habits. Personally, Steve blamed Mike for his children calling him ‘Mama’ alongside ‘Dadee’ out of the blue, the other kids either wouldn’t think to teach his children that or would proudly own up to it.
Though, it wasn’t technically wrong. Big Chill had produced his children all on his own, there was no other parent, as far as Steve was aware anyway. So, Steven was both Jake and Mila’s father and mother. Meaning that the titles could be used interchangeably. Though, Steve preferred it if they stuck to ‘dad’.
Steve’s parents, though mostly just his dad, had ‘joked’ a few times about what they’d do to Steve if he made him grandparents before he was twenty. Though, Steve highly doubted that this is what they had in mind when making all those comments.
Maybe he would let them in on the group secret and show off that he really had made them grandparents before he was twenty, just to see their faces when he showed off Jake and Mila.
Exhaustion began to weigh on Steve again and he leant back against the couch, closing his eyes. He’d just rest for a bit, while the kids were distracted by the movie. He’d clean up everything and get the kids to bed after the movie was over.
…
Mila chirped happily as the movie ended. She really loved this one, maybe she could get dada-mama to play it again. There’d surely be time before bedtime to watch it again, right?
Clicking, Mila looked up at her dada-mama but found that he had his eyes closed and his head was leaning back at an uncomfortable angle.
“Mama.” Mila slapped his chest lightly.
He didn’t stir.
Mila giggle-chirped.
Silly dada-mama, falling asleep on the couch.
Mila turned to share her amusement with Jake, only to see that her brother had also fallen asleep, head still on dada-mama’s lap, using dada-mama’s hand as an ineffective blanket. She giggle-chirped again.
Then she trilled happily. If both of them were asleep, then they couldn’t object to her playing the movie again.
Sliding off of the couch, Mila went over to the VCR and pressed the button that she had been shown to rewind the movie. It was a very boring wait, watching brief glimpses of the movie dash by in reverse and eventually she gave up. It meant not being able to rewatch the start of the movie, but that was fine, she got to rewatch her favourite parts anyway.
Turning back to the couch, Mila frowned when she looked at how her dada-mama was sleeping. If he was sleeping, he should be lying down, right?
With this thought in mind, Mila climbed up onto the couch and began pushing at her dada-mama. It took a lot of effort, but he eventually began sliding sideways into some cushions laid against the arm of the couch, thankfully not waking up in the process.
With that task done, Mila took advantage of her dada-mama’s new position to lie on top of him, snuggling into the warmth and dragging his free arm across herself. Comfortable and with her head positioned to stare at the TV sideways, Mila settled in to rewatch the movie.
Not long after, she found her lenses slipping closed and soon joined her dada-mama and brother in sleep.
Steve 10 AU
Just a pic of Steve taking a nap with Jake and Mila.
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