Winter in Germany by Sabrina L
ADAM AND THE HUNT - Adam/Lucas Fanvid 1080p
Adam, new to Copenhagen, meets Lucas, a shy school teacher. Moving so far from home and starting a new job is especially difficult but with Aspergers Syndrome, things are even harder.
When Adam meets Lucas things feel so perfect after such a long time. That is until one of Lucas’ young students (Klara) finds them in bed together and becomes confused. Things begin to escalate and accusations surface. Lucas tries to protect Adam from the scandal, a betrayal that tests their trust.you are like a part of me - dirty paws by of monsters and men x
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Killian Jones’ son is crying, and there’s not a thing he can do about it. He puts his hand down on his chest, tries to curl his fingers around his son’s small body, touch him as much as he can.
"What can I do?" he asks softly, a touch of desperation tinging his words. He knows what his son needs. He needs to be held, to be rocked gently and spoken to softly. He’s seen Emma do it dozens of times, has watched with awe as Liam quiets and snuffles softly against her chest.
But he can’t do that, not how he is, not like this, broken and incapable of even caring for his own child.
He does his best to wedge his wrist under Liam’s small body, curling his hand around his tiny chest. But he can’t pick him up, can’t carry him and nurture him and soothe his cries.
"Hey," Emma’s voice comes from the door, and he whips his head around guiltily.
"I’m sorry, love, I was trying to take care of him and I can’t make him quiet and-"
She cuts him off with a movement, quickly joining him by the crib.
"What’s wrong, Killian?"
Her voice is worried, and it burns him. How can he tell her he’s afraid he’s going to break this small fragile thing, their child, because he’s a man with a hook instead of a hand and he’s going to drop him?
She reaches down into the crib and scoops up Liam like it’s nothing, and gods, she’s such a natural at this, the mothering and the smiling and the soothing sounds. He has no idea how to deal with his own child, can’t even hold him on his own.
"Killian?" she asks softly, noticing the way his gaze is fixed on her. Liam has stopped screaming, his cries a muffled sound against her shirt as she rocks him back and forth in a small bouncing motion.
He sighs and scrubs at his face with his nearly useless hand.
"I can’t hold him, love."
Her eye widen and she shakes her head. “Yes you can, you’ve held him plenty of times
"Not on my own." It feels shameful to admit it, especially to her, and he wishes he didn’t have to, but he owes it to her, they’re trying to do this together, trying to be parents even when neither of then know how. He holds up his hand, waving it pitifully. “He’s so…small. So fragile. And…I can’t. What if I drop him? What if I can’t catch him? When he moves I feel like he might just shift out of my arms, and what then?”
He feels like his soul’s been ripped out and laid out flat in front of him, and her face, gods, she looks like he threw a sucker punch right to her gut.
"I-I never," she begins, and it’s only then that he realizes her eyes are wet, tears threatening to spill down on their finally sleeping child.
"Emma," he says plaintively, and steps forward gently, wraps his arms around the both of them and hugs her as best as he can without crushing Liam.
"No, no," she says, and rubs her face against the side of his neck, the only affection she can give right now like this. "I just never thought…you do so well with everything else, I never thought you didn’t think you could. It…never occurred to me. I’m so sorry," she finally whispers, like it was her fault instead of his. There’s wetness on his cheek and it makes his own
Abruptly, he pulled away, and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, drawing her in for a searing kiss.
"No, you have nothing to apologize for, it’s my own damned fault, so stupid, so-“
This time, she cuts him off, kisses him again, desperately. She barely pulls away, resting their foreheads together.
"It is not your fault. It’s not either of our faults. It’s just…” She blinks wearily, and he curses himself; she was supposed to be sleeping tonight. She’s been up so much the past few weeks, and he hasn’t been much help, no matter how hard he tries. “We’ll figure it out, Killian,” she says softly, finally. “We’ll figure it out.”
Let’s just take a second to appreciate that Loki fights like his mum.
And that’s awesome.