#freelance parents

[dcxdpdabbles]

I love every fic That has Danny still being Phantom even while in the DC universe but sometimes I just want my little guy to flex his intellect and be all around little mad scientist that only sometimes uses his powers to pick up a screwdriver

Danny is smart.

He knows he is brilliant.

He may have been outshined by his family when he was younger, but that was because his focus was on something else, and frankly, being born last into a family of geniuses made one feel like one wasn't as intelligent as them.

He constantly compared himself to them, knowing that they had already achieved what he was doing and falling further and further behind in his self-wellow.

Then Danny left Amity Park and went into the real world.....he found his intelligence got him far. Danny was exceptionally brilliant when he was working on machinery, chemistry, and, above all else, engineering.

Maybe it had something to do with watching his parents repurpose any household item into a completely new technology that affected beings from different dimensions simply because they used math.

Or maybe it was that his brain was always moving, always connecting, and constantly processing. Danny didn't realize that people couldn't just make whatever idea came into their heads a reality.

Hell, his dad heard about Mr. Freeze's ray and he made a copy in two months. Danny made Mr. Freeze's ray in two weeks. He made other ghost tech in that same amount or enough to arm his schoolmates in one afternoon.

The point is that Danny is good at what he does. Put a screwdriver in huis hand, and he be off until whatever hair brain idea he had a physical form.

Everyone in Amity Park knew this as a fact about the Fentons/ Since they moved in, there was nothing but experiments one right after the other. Sure, they wasted it on things like Ecto-studies, but his parents made their money from somewhere before the world learned about ghosts.

Danny's parents had many, and he means many, patents. Everything from a brand of microwaves to vehicle parts.

His parents created them, sold them to partial rights to companies, and then wasted whatever money they got on some new experiment for a ghost that had not yielded any fortunes.

He thought he could do the same. Just apply to anywhere that would take him after creating a portable phone changer on one's wrist. He figured it would have gotten less attention than he did hadn't he just shown up at Wayne Expo as an unknown inventor through his parents contacts.

Danny had felt relatively small with his foldable plastic table and his four cardboard boxes of his invention while everyone had booths and screens, and a few even had prominent speakers with people in suits that cost more than his house

. Danny felt like a little kid trying to sell lemonade in the five-star hotel lobby. Everyone walked right by him without a glance, or they jeered and mocked him.

That was until Bruce Wayne wandered over. Kind and charming the man, maybe he wasn't the brightest- but he stood there listening to Danny excitedly explain how moving the hand on the bracelet caused it to charge, so walking around with it was all the kinetic energy it needed.

His ward- Dick Grayson, in all his tiny ten-year-old authority, had purchased a bracelet from Danny. It had been the only sale he made that night, but it was the only one he needed. Bruce had called him to offer him a position at WE.

Like his parents, Danny enjoyed his freedom, so instead, he offered to be a freelance inventor. He would show the Wayne's first dibs but go where the wind took him. He made them if he found buyers who weren't trying to ice him out of profits.

Unlike his parents, he didn't waste the funds past his travels. Slowly but surely building up a fortune over time.

Danny still went out as Phantom, but over the years he invented random gadgets and chemicals that he would ship to Bruce for a healthy paycheck. Ussually he makes something that the rich man off-handedly comments on.

"Oh Danny, I just loved skydiving, but I'm scared Dick's parachute will get stuck."

Danny invented one with small rocket blasters Bruce could manually control into landing for his son.

"I always enjoy undersea diving. The tanks are a killer on my back. Jason was almost weighted down by them too."

Danny created a breathing mask that had the tanks in smaller easier-to-carry cylinders.

"Tim really loves his computers. Wish I could take the whole thing with me when I go out!"

Danny had a working computer on a heliographic wristwatch the next month.

It was awesome. Danny traveled a lot but always found time to call and speak with Bruce. He got to know the man well over the years, found himself chatting with him for hours, and even spent his visits to Gotham at Wayne Manor as a guest.

Bruce's kids were a riot to be around. He would often go away for a while only to return and find that they had grown in numbers. He loved them like his own and found himself a confidant among the children.

It was he that Dick called to whispers about his insecurity within Bruce's home. He would go to all the gymnastics and mathletes shows he could catch, cheering the loudest among the rich parents as Dick outshone the rest of the children.

Danny had practically flown home to rip Bruce a new one until the man admitted to his gapping son that he had applied to be his father mere months after taking him in.

It was Danny that Jason spoke to when Dick and Bruce's fights were too loud. He would take the boy on trips, and talk for hours about books to calm down, then he had sat Bruce and Dick down to rip another new one.

It was no surprise that Jason had called him when he had tried to run away to confront his birth mother. He had been there to see the bitch arrested before she could hurt Jason.

It was Danny that Tim often sought out to showcase his photos. He always made sure to call the boy right before he was meant to sleep, regardless of which part of the world Danny was on, to wish him goodnight and talk about their days.

Tim always brightened whenever Danny caught his skateboard competitions or club performances. He was the one who found out Tim's biological parents neglected him after the boy told him, and he was the one to help Bruce win custody.

Then came Damian, who was as scared as he was angry. Danny adored him and saw so many ghost-like mannerisms in him that connecting to the boy wasn't hard at all.

Bruce didn't seem to understand that his son was used to outlined expectations and grew irritable when he felt he failed them. He was the one that help Damian get used to his environment and was the one the boy was much more willing to try new things with.

Steph and Danny often got along well with their sense of humor, but mostly she followed him around, seeking approval that likely missed out from her parents. They would sit down and talk about her future and what she wanted in life, and he even let her practice her makeup on him and giggle about boys.

Sometimes, it felt like she didn't have to be the tough girl from the rough part of town. She could be a teenage girl without a care in the world. At least, that's what she claimed Danny made her feel like.

Cass didn't talk much, but she didn't have to for Danny to not see how much she enjoyed their days out, too.

He loved taking her to see the arts, to sit and listen to music together, and most of all, to see her slowly bloom into a sociable young lady so different from the closed-off girl that first arrived at Wayne Manor.

Duke was still relatively new, but Danny could spot the wild, unhinged look in his eye that would have made him a proper Fenton. The two often spent their time playing video games and working in the community together.

Duke seemed to enjoy when Danny invited him to tag along on short trips, especially when the two would go camping. As someone who grew up in the city, he had never been fishing until Danny taught him how to reel in a big one at a lake a state over. The whole Wayne family had cheered the dark skin boy on as he held the trout over his head for the photo.

Alfred treated him like one of the family sometimes meeting up with Danny on his travels for a cup of tea or a nice phone call to gossip about Bruce.

Danny loved it but adored when the Waynes would help with his inventions. Even if all they did was sit in his makeshift lab inside his RV or the west wing of Wayne Manor like Bruce did, having them made his hands fly faster and his calculations sharper.

Sometimes, he caught the strangest, softest look on Bruce's face when Danny would be wielding.

Danny was so used to this lifestyle that he would forget about his ghost powers. It's not like he really needed them.

That came to head when he returned to Gotham on a whim, wanting to surprise Bruce for his birthday by taking the other man out to dinner somewhere fancy he happened to stumble across the scene of Scarecrow holding the Waynes- his Waynes- as hostages at an award ceremony in the new mental hospital they had funded.

Danny hadn't thought.

He saw the Fear Gas vents open and pulled one of his gadgets. He threw it as hard as he could at Scarecrow, watching with satisfaction as it bounced off the manic's head- knocking him out and spinning in place as it activated.

It was a miniature vacuum- meant to gather pollution in the air to hopefully clean up their planet- sucking in all the green smoke before it could harm.

He three out of the other five at the goons that had tried to gas the spectators before, pressing his anti-gravity plates- reversing them to slam the goons into a heap and officially knocking them out.

Danny took down the Rouge in under a minute.

"Bruce! Kids! Are you alright?" He cried rushing the stage to the stunned family. He helped them out of their bonds, gentelly tracing the bruise on Bruce's face with a soft whine. "They hurt you."

"I'm alright, darling," Bruce muttered, leaning into his palm. "I'm better with you here. What was that?"

"Oh just a-"

"Look out!" Dick suddenly screams as a flash of ice comes from nowhere. Danny tucks Bruce onto his chest and rolls away from the ray's pathway. They land with his friend on his back and Danny leaning over him in a protective hunch.

Quickly, he stops his foot against the ice, pressing the heel back and watching bursts of electricity from his built-in tazer race up the ice to the beam of Dr. Freeze.

The man doesn't have time to react before spamming and hitting the ground. Danny scoffs. "Using a ray with a cryogenic laser beam so last season. Invent something new, you one act poney."

Bruce stares up at him with those soft eyes again, and Danny smiles now that he is sure the Danger is gone.

"Is there nothing that mind of yours can't do?" Bruce asks and Danny laughs helping him to his feet as police swarm the place.

"Find me a date, maybe." Danny jokes, "I haven't had one since you took in Dick.""

"Neither has Father!" Damian shouts from behind them. Danny bemussingly watches the young boy march up to gesture at the mortified-looking man.

Despite his father's obvious embarrassment, Damian does not seem bothered to shout for everyone to hear. "He may swing both ways but hasn't acquired a suitable spouse. What says you, Danny? You could assist in correcting this error."

"Sure, I'll take him out." Danny laughs, patting the boy on his shoulder, knowing he hates to have his hair touched. Damian all but melts into his hand like his father seemingly smug. "I know a great club to meet some great people in Metropolis!"

Damian's smug look fades away as Bruce's eyes fall. "I meant for you to be Father's sp-"

"Danny, would you mind explaining those tazer shoes?" Bruce cuts in, throwing a arm over the inventor's shoulder. "They were dazzling!"

"Oh, Bruce, I'm always happy to explain my creations!"

Damian pouts as the two walk away, acting like a married couple to the scattered spectators. If only his Father would just man up and tell Danny that he's practically been his second Father all these years, they need to officiate it.

Tim sighs, placing a hand like Danny did on his shoulder. "It's okay, Dami. This time, we will surely succeed in the Parent Trap plan. Maybe before Danny gets lost in the lab trying to invent a way to warp travel."

"Don't even joke, Tim," Jason says. "Danny would figure that out. He created the Zeta Beams to make it to my senior play. He'll figure out warping if we ask him to."

"Dad's the best," Steph laughs, and they all agree, determined more than ever to make Parent Trap happen.

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#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Freelance Inventor #Danny is so smart he casually revolutionizes tech #He's not aware of the Bats #He's still somehow their Dad #And Bruce is in love with him' #The bat kids are going to Parent Trap them #spirit halloween

[plaqying]

damn crew more like dadless crew

#i hate myself i’m so sorry for this #BUT #damien is fatherless #huxley has two mums #laskos dad was never mentioned as far as i’m aware but either way he doesn’t speak to either of his parents anymore #gavin doesn’t have parents #fl fell out with their parents ?? #also if fl is based off the listener do u really think someone listening to bf asmr has a good relationship with their father #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted damn crew #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted gavin #redacted lasko #redacted freelancer

[gaycrittercentral]

You know what Easter was days ago at this point but who give a shit!! Here’s a lil comic that’s been kickin around in my brain all the way since last Easter at least and just now saw the light of day lmao

#not as good as I wanted it to be (particularly in the speech bubble/dialogue arrangement) but whatever :p #it’s here and that’s what counts!! #plus I could always remaster it next Easter lmao #anyway if parents ask to let their kids hug max on Easter Sam has to physically hold him back from mauling them. the parents I mean #easter and Valentine’s Day are just 24 hour lockdowns for them. poor bastards hfkshdjhs #also this is my first time adding alt text so if it need adjusting please let me know! gonna try and do this from now on as best I can #sam and max #sam and max freelance police #freelance husbands #my art

[fregget-frou]

Ok this is a funny idea but like

Does the damn group know that Freelancer and Gavin technically have a kid??

Just imagine freelancer saying in passing “oh yeah Caelum would want this let’s get it” to a tiny sweater that would only fit a child. Huxley overheard and did see them put it in there cart but maybe it’s a birthday gift?

Gavin for a split second asking, “wait did we leave Caelum alone at home?” When the gang is going on a short trip, freelancer responding “nah, he’s with [insert name of his mentor because I forgot it] for the weekend :-)” and then continuing on talking like they didn’t bring up this mystery person the group has never seen.

Just your average conversation until either one accidentally brings him up to each other. Lasko thinks it’s freelancers cousin that comes over occasionally. Huxley thinks it’s their little brother.

But Damien does find out when he was over at FL and Gavin’s place and accidentally overheard a part of their conversation from the kitchen, “…I mean your basically like his dad? I feel like a parent…” (hc that freelancer feels a lot of parental love for Caelum and frequently gets into parental mode with him without realizing)

“….are we Cae’s parents???” Freelancer just thinking out loud before Gavin says something but Damien is already wracking his brain. I mean, if you look around there apartment there’s a small table filled with paper, coloring pencils and beads. He knows that the guest room can’t be slept in. Is that Caelums room.

Just a mini conspiracy until Damien tries to subtly give a pamphlet to Gavin for “advice and resources for young parents”. He might giggle and then he’d realize: oh shit they think we have a kid.

Do they eventually ask straight up because like, why are you hiding a child from your friends? So eventually Damien asks in a roundabout way and then Gavin said, “I told you they thought we were his parents.”

“Pff what??? Nooo…”

I think Gavin just comes out says that they take care of a young demon and they’ve may or may not latched on together and occasionally his heart dies when he sees FL and Caelum doodling together or doing typical parent activities. Nope, just babysitters. Definitely not adopted parents.

#this was executed poorly but you get my idea #freelancer and Gavin are like his parents?? it feels right man!! #Caelum adopted them #redacted asmr #freggzocs #redacted asmr freelancer #redacted asmr gavin #redacted audio #redacted asmr caelum

[soup-scope]

huxley and damien are total girl dads

#i’m not explaining myself #but please imagine it #i know we are. FAR off from anything like adopting a literal child #but like. after damien gets full certification. damien and hux move to a bigger place and start talking about expanding their lil family #if freelancer was afab they’d prolly carry the baby omg surrogacy arc #anyways #hux and damien as girl dads because they’d go IN for everything #tea parties??? 1000% princess themed birthday parties and they’re both dressed up as princesses?? 100% #also just damien and hux as parents because they’d be so great to a lil human #or i guess the DAMN polycule as parents in general have me sobbing #i’m in my emotions i need to take my birth control #redacted asmr #redacted audio #asmr boyfriend #boyfriend asmr #redacted damien #redacted damn #redacted damn polycule #redacted hux #redacted huxley

[heloflor]

Anyways telltale Sam is an absolute disaster with kids and it's very funny.

(Reminder that this man belives the point of having kids to be "tax deduction". Also, from my understanding of 305 since I only saw playthroughts of it, it's apparently possible to leave Sam Jr behind inside Max's stomach, and I don't think there's any repercussions to it?)

#Sam and Max #SamandMax #Freelance police #Freelance Husbands #I guess #Telltale games #meme #The Devil's Playhouse #Sam and Max spoilers #Sam and Max season 3 spoilers #shitpost #yes I know Telltale Sam isn't THAT bad with kids #it just amuses me to think he is #and I can also understand that he's not all there in 305 because of all the stress and sleep deprivation #he does tend to shut down the idea of becoming a parent when Max brings it up in S2 tho #(damn this thing has been sitting in my draft for ages) #(might as well post it already ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

[robotpussy]

feeling like a failure this morning

#all my classmates are like. creating and im stuck at my minimum wage job barely able to pay my rent and bills 👍 #granted they all live off of their parents money and can afford to be freelance and whatever i cant because #if i want to make any decent amount of money i have to be at work. all the time. #increased my hours and im so tired my skin has gotten so bad since they've increased but what can i do? #I'll make smth soon like I'll find the time but im just feeling silly rn

[blissocean]

maybe unpopular but since ive been seein them more, i hate the 'zora cant read lol' jokes

#SHES A FREELANCE BOUNTY HUNTER TAKING JOBS OFF WANTED POSTERS. SHE HAS A PHONE. I THINK SJE CAN READ. #even considering her backstory she wasnt like 5 when her parents died lol #golden hour.txt

[nubs-mbee]

Are there other places to find people looking for roommates other than facebook?

#lost one of my freelance jobs and will definitely have to move #and I would like to do EVERYTHING I can to make sure I don’t have to live with my parents again #I have until summer tho so I’ve got some time to search

[eerna]

every single time the story gives Masaomi previews I am like. where is he. where is my boy. c'mon show me my boy Masaomi Iki

#reached the part where hiyori calls him to ask if he'll cover for her with their parents and he flat out starts sobbing. an icon #do u think i'll get to see masaomi one last time before the end #i mean i understand if not but. i'd like to see him. see what he's up to. how's art career going. if medical freelancing is paying ok. #noragami liveblog

[backseatloversz]

original script adam makes me profoundly sad. adam makes me profoundly sad .

#in the original script its established hes an only child & him and his parents arent on speaking terms.....he works freelance....his only #mentioned friend is scott who (in the scott tibbs documentary) is established to be an ASSHOLE who sort of assumes adam got killed by #jigsaw but Does Not Care...........his corpse is continuously in the sequels as the years go on. does anyone notice adam is missing does #anyone care. surely someone right. maybe a neighbor . yeah. yeah. people know. people care. people miss him and hate not knowing peace #about what happened 2 him. i refuse to believe hes a cold case no one cared about 💔 #adam faulkner stanheight #saw 2004 #sawposting #death #character death #uhhhhhh. it can be taken hes suicidal. how do i tag that #suicide ment #cowboy posts

[thedahliafiles]

i made peace with G + FL + L being a headcanon couple when I realized that Lasko probably would not do well with the information of his partners having an invisible son/brother/friend that they claimed was an empathy daemon (empathy daemons are like not well known to the empowered public and lasko is humanborn and barely knows much about daemons in general (Despite working in admin, he's still only met one Incubus))

#files #im writing gone #and lasko is living with gavin and the freelancer #in the wake of the inversion #and i realized how funny that conversation has to be #lasko the human embodiment of anxiety #being sat down by his partners to tell him that theres a fourth person living in the spare room #and its an empathy daemon that only other daemons and the freelancer can see #“i love you both but thats the msot insane thing you've ever said to me” #r.asmr #gavin.r.asmr #r.gavin #lasko.r.asmr #r.lasko #freelancer.r.asmr #r.freelancer #you know what fuck it #puts this in the parent tag #redacted audio #redacted asmr

[quillyfied]

Once again preoccupied with the thought that while I’m not particularly pleased to have made a career at this point in childcare, so many other people are and do, and for all the time they spend watching other people’s children so those people can go have their own careers, those childcare workers are paid such a tiny fraction of what the parents make. And if they weren’t there, there goes that parent’s career.

These are generalizations, because IN GENERAL, yeah daycare workers will watch a very successful lawyer’s kids and get to hear all about the many European vacations these kids have already gone on in their short lives, meanwhile the daycare worker has daily visions of what they’d have to do to make ends meet if they were suddenly solely financially responsible for themselves. Not to project or anything. Sometimes parents choose daycare because it’s a necessary expense to make ends meet. Those childcare workers still deserve to be paid more.

#quilly has issues #being part of a bitterly underpaid overworked labor sector is that issue today #and I have it so easy gang #compared to some of my coworkers #both in class load and in how living with my parents eases the majority of my financial burden #I’m just. so. angry. #and I can’t even go do something else bc what I want to do doesn’t make any money either!!! #and is way more unstable bc the market is so heavily skewed to freelance work #plus I’ve been in childcare for almost a decade with no other work experience. nobody wants me y’all #sigh.

[daveys-angel01]

happy father’s day to gavin and freelancer (if your freelancer is masc) and them only

#they ARE caelum’s parents #gavin is so dilf #gavin birthed him from his incubussy #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #redacted caelum

[galacticjonah]

Hi, it's me!

Some of you may already know but: I am going full time freelance by the end of this month. That is exciting and scary and many more things!!

I will expand my horizon over on Patreon. Sketches! Yay! Also finally more streams and fun stuff. The support here will directly translate into more projects.

What creative projects you ask? Well, more original TTRPG stuff like "Something's Wrong With This House" and also comics!!! Very very gay comics. A dream come true.

Lastly that will also mean that I will be offering commissions on a monthly basis and am open to bigger projects as well.

In any case, I can risk this major step thanks to many of you. And this is only the beginning! < 3

Thank you!

#general psa #update #freelance #this is it folks we are taking the big leap #ive reached my final form: art for a living - every parent's fucking nightmare

[whumpacabra]

Vigil

Angst, scar reveal, implied nightmare, implied past trauma

[Directly follows Out?]

Alister looked down the hallway, relieved to hear two sets of footsteps descending the stairs. He tried to make himself look busy reading his book, as though he wasn’t the one who woke up Nathan. As though he hadn’t heard the pained sobs and pleas on the other side of the wall between their rooms.

Nathan continued to the kitchen, kettle clattering as he filled it in the sink. The second set of footsteps had fallen silent, and Alister was acutely aware he was being watched. But glancing up, he wasn’t sure how much East was seeing.

He looked terrible - eyes damp and puffy from crying, a blanket wrapped over his shoulders and held in a white knuckled grip. His expression was painfully blank, jaw relaxed and eyes uncomfortably empty as he stared at Alister. It was as if he was looking through him, or seeing a ghost.

“Al, where’s the bloody decaf?” Nathan’s half whisper didn’t startle East, who simply turned his head to blink owlishly over his shoulder at the man in the kitchen. Alister shifted in his seat, realizing he had been holding his breath.

“It’s on the shopping list. Gonna get some at Tesco’s tomorrow.” He swallowed, tempted to offer to go out and see if the 24-hour convenience store had some. “We have hot cocoa though. Tierney keeps his stash on top of the fridge.”

—

East seemed more lucid after the hot drink, though still quiet and overly cautious. Alister read his book in peace. Nate softly returned to his bedroom with a whisper to East, something about giving a shout if he needed something.

It was 4 AM and still pitch black when Alister finally stood and stretched, setting his book aside.

“I’m going for a run. You want to come with?” He wasn’t expecting a response, already toeing on his shoes.

“Sure.” East’s rumble was low but clear, and Alister hoped his surprise wasn’t too obvious as he fumbled and dropped his jacket on the ground.

“Oh - I’ll be heading out to the farmlands and back. That alright with you?”

East nodded, standing and folding the blanket he had been wrapped in all morning. Alister hoped it wasn’t noticeable the way his eyes lingered on East’s bared forearms. (Were those scars or shadows? He couldn’t be sure and didn’t want to stare.)

East took no coat, lacing up his shoes without socks (like a madman), but Alister wasn’t going to tease him about it. But he did stick an extra jumper and water bottle in his pack before leading them outside.

The air was crisp, just below freezing. The light from the porch made the frosted grass shine like jewels. Alister set off toward the farmlands - it was a little earlier than he usually went for a run, but the sun would be coming up by the time they left behind the streetlights and signs of the city perimeter.

East kept up surprisingly well for someone who had spent the better part of the last two months doing house chores. (Although, his long legs were certainly in his favor as he kept pace with Alister.) The two ran, breath fogging white and steps soft against the pavement.

The city melted away, the first fence of the outskirts barring an empty, barren field. Most of the sheep were penned in for the winter; as they approached the barn at the end of the field, the soft baas and snorts of waking livestock could be heard. They stopped there, walking in circles on the road as their heart rates steadied and breathing evened.

“Here, grabbed you a water.” Alister fished the bottle from his bag and tossed it to East. For a split second he panicked, remembering how skittish the other man could be - but East caught the bottle without so much as a flinch, uncapping it and sipping at the icy water.

“Thanks.” His hoarse whisper came with a rare instance of eye contact, East’s dark eyes soft with gratitude.

“No worries, mate.” Alister leaned against the wooden fence by the barn, looking at the dim light within the structure. Mr. Darcy wasn’t up quite yet - Al’s runs usually got him here just as the farmer was arriving, and he made himself a few extra pounds helping the old man get the livestock ready for the day.

He wasn’t sure if East would entertain his personal side-gig, or feel comfortable walking back to the Holloway Home alone. Alister didn’t mind; it wouldn’t kill him to have a little less cash in his pockets.

The quiet of morning was finally starting to break, the sky streaked with pink where the sunrise bled between distant skyscrapers of the cityscape behind them. The first few notes of birdsong were trilling in the crisp air. It would be spring sooner than later, a robin flitting above their heads.

Alister looked to East, about to suggest they start making their way back to the House - hell knew it would suck to find out everyone used up the hot water before they could get a shower - but he held his tongue. East looked…serene. The water bottle was loosely held in one hand, the other limp by his side. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted and expression relaxed as the first rays of morning sun traced his face. Breaths puffed, still foggy in the chilly air, but now dyed gold by the sunlight.

(Alister let his eyes slide to East’s arms, tracing the pearlescent scars of old burns, the carving slashes from blades - the thin lines where skin seemed mismatched and cadaverous - )

(He couldn’t deny his curiosity, but it was morbidly satiated by the realization that many of those scars were freshly healed, still pink and shining.)

“Ready to head back?” He finally forced from his throat, still leaning against the fence to reinforce his nonchalance. East blinked his eyes open, a soft smile on his face as he nodded. “Here - it’s a bit chilly, grabbed a jumper for you.”

Alister pretended not to notice the way East’s eyes flitted between his exposed firearms and the sweater before he hastily grabbed it and pulled in on.

“Thanks.”

“No worries.”

[Before Session #7]

(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)

Taglist: @stargeode @sacredwrath

#whump #angst #scar reveal #implied nightmare #implied past trauma #freelancers #o7 parents are visiting today of all days. ough.