#redacted william

Mildly suggestive

[ ] For father's day, Gabe always got a handmade card from David. They initially started with wobbly letters of a kindergartener who barely could hold a pencil in his hand, then they turned more professional, but they never lost the love that was put into them. David found the box stashed with every single one kept intact, when he was clearing his things after his passing. Gabe never threw away a single one, a memento forever cherished in his heart despite the stick figures of him and David barely looking similar to the real ones.

[ ] Frank once spent a father's day at the ER with sniffling Asher on his lap because they boy got an amazing idea of climbing yet another tree (as if the first accident didn't teach him anything). Feeling guilty about the ruined day, he kept crying quietly, but Frank only kept wiping his tears and saying it was fine and he didn't make him upset. He was worried more about the fractured bone than the "ruined day" and gift that was waiting for him at home (Ash got him a model of a car with the money he got while selling lemonade with his sister)

[ ] If Milo can recall any good moments from his childhood about father's day, it was that one time he came home from school, later than usual, tired and hungry, to see a bag with a note by the door to the apartment he and his Ma lived in. Gabe didn't have to, but still made sure that the boy ate a homemade meal when his mother worked the night shifts. French toast tastes good even if reheated, and the bottle of maple syrup made it all better. The rest of the delicious leftovers were saved for another meal. He made sure to thank him the next time they saw each other, hug offered to someone who may have not been his dad, but deserved the appreciation of being one.

[ ] William knew nothing about the tradition since he did not care or had any children of his own, but once, after a prolonged absence, his office was cleaned. Not as in "everything thrown away and sparkling" but it was organised. Stacks of documents stored in cardboard boxes, the projects, and ongoing transactions all piled in one place, sorted by date. The whole room aired out, fire already lit up in the fireplace. The only thing he had to do was to sit down and work. No one said anything, but he sensed the faint traces of magic used by his progenies. (I wonder how he would feel if he knew most of them hate him now)