My Dad, Your Dad Part 4 - Final
Part 3
The door remains shut just as it has since Squall left it that way. Tidus spins around to face Laguna, to ask him why he’s being prevented from going after the man that he loves only to find that Laguna has already slipped around him and is practically out the door with an umbrella. The anger in his belly builds up like a volcano, his voice rising as he turns to his father, the cause of this fiasco. “What do you think you’re doing!?”
“Making sure that wimp is good enough for my son!”
“You ruined everything! You always do!”
Tidus clenches his fists at his sides, trying his best not to let a single tear spill from his eyes even as they build up. He refuses to let his own dad see him cry even one more time. But Jecht notices the stance right away, the hunched look perfect for trying to hide the fact that he’s about to begin crying. “Oh, don’t even start that,” the older man whines, his voice more lenient than the usual threatening tone when he throws the sentence around.
It does nothing, only makes the volcano explode. Tears roll down Tidus’ cheeks as he keeps his head bowed, knuckles turning white as he keeps his fingers curled into tight fists. “Why do you do this? You’re....You’re a terrible father!” Just as the last syllable flicks off of Tidus’ tongue he sends his fist upward and out, knuckles catching the Jecht’s jaw, forcing the older man to stumble back and reach for his face. But it doesn’t send him anywhere other than stepping back toward Tidus, his strong arms forcing the blond into a much needed, but heavily awkward hug even as the blonde mutters ‘I hate you’ over and over into his father’s chest.
Jecht keeps his head turned to the side, his own muttering as soft as a whisper as he hopes the blonde does and doesn’t hear him, “I’m sorry.”
x.X.x.X.x.X.x
The rain pelts down on the brunet as he walks aimlessly, hoping that the freezing water would cool him off even though it hasn’t yet. People pass by him but he pays them no attention until rushed footfalls meet his ears and fingers wrap around his arm, tugging him to a gentle stop. Squall turns around just as Laguna is leaning over; one hand holds the umbrella up while the other grabs at his leg. The sight causes Squall to sigh at his father, the ever elusive leg cramp always springing up when it’s not wanted, especially when Laguna is nervous. After a moment Laguna straightens back up, eyes wide at the fact that Squall hasn’t left while he couldn’t run after him. He rubs at the back of his head nervously, “You should go back. Especially before you catch a cold.”
“Are you really okay with all this?
“I love you know matter and I’ve always been proud of you. You’re the smart one.”
Squall spins around on his heel; now regretting not turning around sooner and leaving the older man behind in his tracks. However, Laguna sees this coming and snaps his fingers outward, yanking Squall back around. Enforcing the fact that he is indeed his father, albeit a rather lenient one, he keeps his fingers secured around the brunet’s wrist. His head yanks to the side as he refuses to look Laguna in the eye, his hair sticking to the sides of his face as the rain continues to poor down until Laguna moves the umbrella over both of them.
“How can a moron even be a father? After all these years, now you want to be there?! You went into the army and risked your life. You left us alone! It’s all you’re fault that Mom and Ellone are gone! You weren’t there during the raid and you didn’t protect me!”
The brunet shakes as the emotions run through his body like shockwaves after an earthquake. The words seem to hit Laguna like burst shot, knocking the air from his lungs as he wraps his head around them. All he does in response is pull Squall to his chest, wrapping his arms around his son as he can feel the brief few moments of hot tears meeting his neck as he holds him. Knowing not to say a word about the tears that he knows are running down Squall’s face, he smiles as he rests his cheek against the brunet’s drenched hair. Laguna knows he can’t bring anyone back or fix anything he’s chosen to do, but he does know that his grip tightens as a random man passes them, his words making Squall stiffen.
“Get a room homo.”
Laguna glances up to see the man glancing back at them and takes the opportunity to kiss the top of Squall’s head and stick his tongue out at the man. He pulls Squall around in the direction back to where they came from, ignoring the man’s shake of the head and disgusted look. Squall shoves himself out of his father’s arms and yanks at the umbrella, continuing to walk back home as Laguna smiles at him. Not even the hint of crying decorates the lightly sun kissed face and a scowl twists his lips into an even deeper frown from the situation. Jogging to catch up with Squall, they both walk under the protection of the umbrella as the rain pelts down in golf balls.
In a matter of moments the two are standing before the house, Laguna letting Squall handle him the umbrella so that he can enter first. Squall pushes the door open and takes several steps inside before he’s thrown backward into Laguna, who in turn falls back against the now closed door.
Tidus lies between Squall’s legs with his arms wrapping tightly over the brunet’s shoulders, lips pressing needy kisses against Squall’s face and neck and soaking t-shit. Finally getting his senses about him, Squall holds Tidus’ face in his hands, forcing him to stop the treatment. The blonde blushes slightly, a wide grin spreading across his lips. “Yes... I do. I’ll marry you.”
As Squall presses his lips to Tidus’ lips the blonde feels something poking at his side. Laguna groans from his position of being squished up against the door, “Can you two move? Please?”
Tidus immediately helps Squall to his feet while Laguna manages to get up and realize that not only does his head hurt, but the umbrella is bent. Leaning it against the wall he catches Jecht standing just in the kitchen - living room doorway. He turns his head back to Squall and flashes a brilliant, fatherly smile. “Go get changed. We’ll cook dinner. Make sure you’re down in half an hour atleast!”
Laguna retreats into the kitchen with Jecht while Tidus practically drags Squall upstairs, their footfalls heavy against the stairs before not being there at all. Tidus barely manages to get the brunet through the door before it’s slammed shut with Tidus pressed up against it. Squall roughly captures Tidus’ mouth with his own, their tongues tangling together as Squall forces his past Tidus’ eager lips. In a flurry of hands their dry and wet shirts pile to the floor with no noise at all save for their groans from having to part their lips. Pants fill the air between them as Squall pulls the blonde toward the adjoined bathroom, the blonde eagerly following; not wanting to waste a second of their short time before dinner.
The door remains shut just as it has since Squall left it that way. Tidus spins around to face Laguna, to ask him why he’s being prevented from going after the man that he loves only to find that Laguna has already slipped around him and is practically out the door with an umbrella. The anger in his belly builds up like a volcano, his voice rising as he turns to his father, the cause of this fiasco. “What do you think you’re doing!?”
“Making sure that wimp is good enough for my son!”
“You ruined everything! You always do!”
Tidus clenches his fists at his sides, trying his best not to let a single tear spill from his eyes even as they build up. He refuses to let his own dad see him cry even one more time. But Jecht notices the stance right away, the hunched look perfect for trying to hide the fact that he’s about to begin crying. “Oh, don’t even start that,” the older man whines, his voice more lenient than the usual threatening tone when he throws the sentence around.
It does nothing, only makes the volcano explode. Tears roll down Tidus’ cheeks as he keeps his head bowed, knuckles turning white as he keeps his fingers curled into tight fists. “Why do you do this? You’re....You’re a terrible father!” Just as the last syllable flicks off of Tidus’ tongue he sends his fist upward and out, knuckles catching the Jecht’s jaw, forcing the older man to stumble back and reach for his face. But it doesn’t send him anywhere other than stepping back toward Tidus, his strong arms forcing the blond into a much needed, but heavily awkward hug even as the blonde mutters ‘I hate you’ over and over into his father’s chest.
Jecht keeps his head turned to the side, his own muttering as soft as a whisper as he hopes the blonde does and doesn’t hear him, “I’m sorry.”
x.X.x.X.x.X.x
The rain pelts down on the brunet as he walks aimlessly, hoping that the freezing water would cool him off even though it hasn’t yet. People pass by him but he pays them no attention until rushed footfalls meet his ears and fingers wrap around his arm, tugging him to a gentle stop. Squall turns around just as Laguna is leaning over; one hand holds the umbrella up while the other grabs at his leg. The sight causes Squall to sigh at his father, the ever elusive leg cramp always springing up when it’s not wanted, especially when Laguna is nervous. After a moment Laguna straightens back up, eyes wide at the fact that Squall hasn’t left while he couldn’t run after him. He rubs at the back of his head nervously, “You should go back. Especially before you catch a cold.”
“Are you really okay with all this?
“I love you know matter and I’ve always been proud of you. You’re the smart one.”
Squall spins around on his heel; now regretting not turning around sooner and leaving the older man behind in his tracks. However, Laguna sees this coming and snaps his fingers outward, yanking Squall back around. Enforcing the fact that he is indeed his father, albeit a rather lenient one, he keeps his fingers secured around the brunet’s wrist. His head yanks to the side as he refuses to look Laguna in the eye, his hair sticking to the sides of his face as the rain continues to poor down until Laguna moves the umbrella over both of them.
“How can a moron even be a father? After all these years, now you want to be there?! You went into the army and risked your life. You left us alone! It’s all you’re fault that Mom and Ellone are gone! You weren’t there during the raid and you didn’t protect me!”
The brunet shakes as the emotions run through his body like shockwaves after an earthquake. The words seem to hit Laguna like burst shot, knocking the air from his lungs as he wraps his head around them. All he does in response is pull Squall to his chest, wrapping his arms around his son as he can feel the brief few moments of hot tears meeting his neck as he holds him. Knowing not to say a word about the tears that he knows are running down Squall’s face, he smiles as he rests his cheek against the brunet’s drenched hair. Laguna knows he can’t bring anyone back or fix anything he’s chosen to do, but he does know that his grip tightens as a random man passes them, his words making Squall stiffen.
“Get a room homo.”
Laguna glances up to see the man glancing back at them and takes the opportunity to kiss the top of Squall’s head and stick his tongue out at the man. He pulls Squall around in the direction back to where they came from, ignoring the man’s shake of the head and disgusted look. Squall shoves himself out of his father’s arms and yanks at the umbrella, continuing to walk back home as Laguna smiles at him. Not even the hint of crying decorates the lightly sun kissed face and a scowl twists his lips into an even deeper frown from the situation. Jogging to catch up with Squall, they both walk under the protection of the umbrella as the rain pelts down in golf balls.
In a matter of moments the two are standing before the house, Laguna letting Squall handle him the umbrella so that he can enter first. Squall pushes the door open and takes several steps inside before he’s thrown backward into Laguna, who in turn falls back against the now closed door.
Tidus lies between Squall’s legs with his arms wrapping tightly over the brunet’s shoulders, lips pressing needy kisses against Squall’s face and neck and soaking t-shit. Finally getting his senses about him, Squall holds Tidus’ face in his hands, forcing him to stop the treatment. The blonde blushes slightly, a wide grin spreading across his lips. “Yes... I do. I’ll marry you.”
As Squall presses his lips to Tidus’ lips the blonde feels something poking at his side. Laguna groans from his position of being squished up against the door, “Can you two move? Please?”
Tidus immediately helps Squall to his feet while Laguna manages to get up and realize that not only does his head hurt, but the umbrella is bent. Leaning it against the wall he catches Jecht standing just in the kitchen - living room doorway. He turns his head back to Squall and flashes a brilliant, fatherly smile. “Go get changed. We’ll cook dinner. Make sure you’re down in half an hour atleast!”
Laguna retreats into the kitchen with Jecht while Tidus practically drags Squall upstairs, their footfalls heavy against the stairs before not being there at all. Tidus barely manages to get the brunet through the door before it’s slammed shut with Tidus pressed up against it. Squall roughly captures Tidus’ mouth with his own, their tongues tangling together as Squall forces his past Tidus’ eager lips. In a flurry of hands their dry and wet shirts pile to the floor with no noise at all save for their groans from having to part their lips. Pants fill the air between them as Squall pulls the blonde toward the adjoined bathroom, the blonde eagerly following; not wanting to waste a second of their short time before dinner.