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Simon and Johnny's family where Simon dresses up as Santa to surprise the kiddos and the next morning several of them are talking about how Uncle John kissed Santa Claus because one of the nieces came downstairs to steal cookies and saw him and Simon, still in costume, in the kitchen having time to themselves.
I died kinda mb. I'm tired so I am not checking for mistakes, lol. This is related to my spider-sonas universe, sorta trying to put out the rest of the teams connection / back ground.
Simon who is put in charge of monitoring a mutant Johnny. The lad is volatile, his only response to harsh handling is to be even more aggressive than them, usually resulting in him going up in a plume of flames.
He needs a gentle hand to guide him while his main focus is pushing buttons until he gets any sort of reaction, usually a painful one. Simon meanwhile is aggravatingly patient, a steady hand on his shoulder, a comforting weight on the back of his neck that pulls him somewhere quiet when he's gearing up to do something stupid.
Johnny tries and tries to get anything from him, but is never met with anything worse than a disappointed sigh that makes his face feel hot before he's getting redirected to something more productive. It works, it's frustrating and makes Simon want to pull his hair out when he's alone sometimes, but it works.
he wants to do better while working with Simon and he does do betterβ no longer purposefully starting fights, no longer setting trash cans and dumpsters on fire... Still has a problem with his old handler but the man's an asshole, even a saint could snap at him.
I'm making a Ghost ita bag thing, super excited to put it together, it's My first ever :) hope to start posting more again, I've not had the motivation to write anything or any ideas haha - Peter.
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Spider-sona & vigilant 141 posts: first meeting with Simon , misc x canon 1 , ghost and soap
Simon 'ghost' Riley: lookalike , omega
Ghost & Gaz: cat hybrid ghost , harpy Ghostgaz (courting), harpy Ghostgaz (affection) , harpy Ghostgaz , harpy Ghostgaz (nesting) , omega/omega ghostgaz
Ghost & soap: drunk soap , httyd au
141: s.h.i.e.l.d au 1 , s.h.i.e.l.d au 2 , s.h.i.e.l.d au 3 , red squirrel soap n cat ghost , staghound ghost , monster141 & human ghost , monster141 & human ghost 2
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Oc x canon, vigilant tf141, spider-sona. Simon x Kieran. Very short π (134 words)
Kieran gets himself comfy in Simon's lap, back against the larger man's chest, and uses his hands as frames for webs, weaving patterns between the man's hands.
Simon rests his face against Kierans shoulder, keeping his hands steady as to not disrupt his activity. He had just woken up, not even questioning why Kieran was in his quarters or how he got into the 141s living arrangement without being with him.
He was a little confused by how Kieran got in the room and in his bed without waking the very light sleeper that is Johnny in the bed next to them. 6 in the morning and he's desperately trying not to fall back asleep or else it'd destroy Kierans work but it's a bloody weekend, he was supposed to be sleeping in </3
Vulture Hybrid Simon on prices farm a bit of background via ghost and soap convo . I totally didn't forget about this for months πΆβπ«οΈ
Soaps curious, really really curious, about that big boy who lingers near the property line , who likes to follow people when they do work too far from others.
Price avoids the questions about him for ages, trying to direct Soap elsewhere. That animal was nothing but an inconvenience, the reason they put locks on the windows, after he kept getting in the house, has to warn every new worker and visitor to be careful in the barn if he's sleeping in there.
Soap asks Gaz, on the rare occasion he's over for dinner, and Gaz shrugs. "He's always been there as far as I know." The response is unhelpful, but Soap gets off it for a while. It was a couple months after asking Gaz, Simon was following Johnny around while he worked on a fence near his nest, thats when he decided to ask the hybrid directly.
"so, what's your deal? Where's your flock, why do you hang around here?" Soap inquired, unhooking wire from the T-posts. The hybrid tilted its head, pausing his digging through soaps bag.
"I live here." He responded, plopped down a couple feet away. "My parents owned this ranch before your.. boss?.. boyfriend..?" He trailed off, unsure as he watched soap fumble, failing twice to pick up his fencing pliers.
"boss. Just boss." He corrected, wiping his hand off and pulling a pair of work gloves on before grabbing the pliers again. "Your parents owned it? Rare hybrids own property like this." He said after clearing his throat, crouching down to cut the old, failing mend.
"my parents were human." Simon mumbled, finding soaps trail mix. "They found me out by the road when I was a baby." He added, now picking the raisins out to eat them
Soap didn't say anything for a moment, taking fresh wire after making a new loop in the old one. "Explains why you're so friendly.. and why you kept getting into the house." Soap sighed, looping the new wire into the old one. "They had another son didn't they? Found a couple pictures of the lad in the attic." Soap questioned as he stood, fighting with the spool of new barbed wire.
"yes. Tom. He couldn't keep up with the farm after pa passed and ma's health started deteriorating." Simon replied, standing up and shaking his wings out. He watched Soap stand and start walking down the fence with the new wire and fence stretcher for a moment before following.
"do you miss themβ your parents?" Soap asked, huffing as he crouched again by the fence, Simon settling behind him. "I mean, you're all alone out here." His question was met by a quiet grumbling vocalization and a moment of silence.
"sometimes. Ma is better in the city though." He responded, voice quieter as he began losing interest in the conversation. he watched soap, munching on the raisins.
"I bet. you ever thought of leaving? Finding a mate to settle with?" Soap pulled the slack from the old wire, putting it in the fence stretcher. "I mean. You're a flock animal are you not?" He shifted, sitting in the dirt as he messed with the tool and wire.
"you ask a lot of questions." Simon commented and shifted closer, lifting his wing to block the sun that had been beating down on the back of Johnny's neck. "I have. But this is my home, and I told my mum that I'd stay, she wanted me to stay."
Soap looked up at him when he was covered, lips pursed. "Were you close to your mom?" He asked carefully, looking back at the wire, now a bit more worried about asking a rude question with the hybrid looming over him.
He received silence for a solid minute, and he thanked God the hybrid hasn't been known for aggression or outbursts. "Yes. I think we were." Simon's voice, the smallest Johnny's ever heard it, finally broke the silence while Johnny was finishing with the wire. "Do you ask everyone this many questions?"
"yep. Ask Mr Price if you don't believe me." Soap said with a sigh, standing up and dusting himself off. "Really gets on the old man's nerves." He added with a chuckle, putting his equipment in the back of his truck before peeling his gloves off.
Simon grumbled, handing soap his bag back, the trail mix now missing most of the raisins. "It's about lunchtime, get a move on." He nudged soap away, towards the truck.
"yeah.. yeah, you just want to sunbathe in peace, lazy bastard." Soap chuckled, tossing his bag in the cab before getting in. He watched the hybrid pad off in the mirror, stretching his wings out.
Spent over an hour making these little banner things arghh πͺ
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Spider-sona x canon, vigilant 141 au. Oc: Kieran & Simon, teenage au. Slop posting for my own enjoyment
Their first meeting does not leave a good impression for either of them, really.. it does leave Kieran with a split lip and Ghost with a black eye though. A scuffle in some dark alleyway after startling each other on Ghosts late patrol, and a very awkward standstill when the two of them took a moment to really think about what was happening. Webbed to the wall, Ghost's grip on his baton relaxed as recognition sparked through the exhausted fog that clouded his brain.
"you- you're that bug freak!" He realized, voice muffled through his mask. Kieran looked behind him, because surely *he* wasn't being called that?? But alas, it was only the two of them.
Kieran frowned, picking his mask off the ground where it had been tossed after being pulled off. "'Bug freak'? Really?" He mumbled, pulling the fabric back over his face. He had settled in the alley to eat something before sneaking back home, not to fight with some blundering twit who doesn't know how to ask questions before throwing a punch.
"you're a lot quieter than they say." Ghost commented, trying to wiggle out of the web holding him in place. Of course he was, it was a 1 on 1 at nearly 4 in the morning, not some mid-day spat in front of an audience of civilians. "You're not going to leave me like this right? C'mon, bug, I have plans!" He called when Kieran had started walking away
He was searching for his bag that he had hidden in the alleyway earlier that day, under a damp box with a rat hiding behind it he picked it up, fishing a small spray bottle from it.
Simon flinched when Kieran sprayed webs down, crinkling his nose at the smell of vinegar as the sturdy silk dissolved into gloop, dripping down the dark of his costume. He grunted, wiping himself off. Kieran had left by the time he looked up, leaving him alone in that dark, damp alleyway.
Losing his pack of fags is an awful way to start out a trip to the pub, especially a pack that was half full.
Johnny honestly takes a moment to ask the big man for absolution because he can't think of a bigger sin than a poor pack of cigs, just lying out on a pavement somewhere in the cold.
He follows it up with a quick thanks for whichever position led to the Garricks conceiving Kyle, when the other man offers him a fag from his own pack.
"A Marlboro Gold? Here, a'd huv shagged the pants oaf ae ye for that an yer jist haunin it oot fir free."
Kyle doesn't shy away from him when Johnny grabs his jaw, using the other sergeant's fag to light his own. Like many an insecure man, who lives in fear that such close contact will riddle them with an incurable illness: homosexuality. The eye contact, Johnny will concede, is a little gay.
"Don't go telling everyone that I spoil you, they'll think I'm picking favourites."
Kyle doesn't reach for the pack when Johnny snatches it out of his hand; he only watches on in confusion as the Scotsman removes a cigarette, flips it over, and returns it to the pack.
"S'yer lucky fag. Always flip wan when ye open the pack, then smoke it last."
Johnny's dad was the one to instil the superstition into him, and he's carried it through the years. He also instilled it into his little sisters, much to his mother's dismay. He caught the back end of a slipper for that one.
It's toeing the line between friendly sergeant banter and outright making a move when he slips the pack into the back pocket of Kyle's jeans, taking a moment to get a feel at the other man's arse.
"But if ye want tae flip another lucky fag, a'll take anyhin yer givin."
