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felinefablesPrompt from anonymous on tumblr, for the Stolen Child AU
It wasn’t because things were awful between Piki and Pitchiner. Quite the contrary, really! The sex was fantastic for one, and they had a way of finding away to agree on most things. And even the things they disagreed on didn’t seem to matter that much.
So what had changed?
It had all started, when Piki had discovered that he had a twin brother. For years, he had been raised with the belief that his twin brother had died at birth, and now, only a few months ago, Piki had found out that not only was his twin alive, but he lived in the very same town as the university!
It wasn’t that much a surprise that Pitch was completely different from his twin. He had been raised differently, after all, with a different life. He hadn’t grown up with the privileges that Piki had, or with the expectations that came with an important family name. He didn’t even want anything special out life. He was content with what he had.
He liked musicals, working on getting his business degree, practicing yoga and helping out his adopted father Max in his Auto Repair shop, while also running his own business in the form of a small, but cozy coffee shop.
It was weird to watch him, really. Or so Pitchiner thought at least, especially when Pitch was interacting with any of their small group. Piki tried to get him involved with the Black family, but that had quickly been given up after a disastrous meeting with their mother (or as Pitch would darkly refer her to as afterward: “The egg donor.”)
Pitchiner somehow wasn’t surprised that Jack had seemed to gravitate easily towards Pitch, especially since the other treated him as… well, as a person. It made a large difference for the younger male, and Pitchiner was glad that he wasn’t the only one treating Jack like an equal rather than a fragile doll. (Which was, honestly, a habit he needed to get Piki out of.)
Proto was a challenge at best, and a nightmare at worst to deal with. And yet somehow, Pitch and Proto had found a common ground when it came to yoga. And there was apparently something about Pitch, that Proto just seemed able to respect, which meant that he actually backed off when the Pitch told him to. (Which honestly was quite weird to watch sometimes, especially when Pitchiner could tell that Proto was in one of his especially creative, tormenting moods).
And Pitchiner…
He liked Pitch. He really, really liked him. He liked how the other could make a comeback to a comment without being biting, or getting angry. He had a sense of humor, that was completely startling without being unpleasant. And he had a strange sense of patience, one that came from years of growing up having to wait for something, instead of getting it right away. He didn’t give you the feeling that he had a million demons to wrestle and coming out on the other side completely beaten up because of it. If he’d had any demons, he had accepted them or defeated them, and moved on.
If anything, Pitchiner would have loved nothing more than to get Pitch more involved with them than he already was. He had started out as a random coincidental meeting, and had from there somehow become a really good friend…
And Pitchiner wanted him to be more than just that. He wanted Pitch to be with them. With him! To be one of the people he could count on waking up next to, no matter what kind of night it had been before. He wanted him to be more than just Piki’s Twin. He wanted Pitch to be theirs.
If only Pitchiner could tell, if the other felt the same.
It wasn’t because things were awful between Piki and Pitchiner. Quite the contrary, really! The sex was fantastic for one, and they had a way of finding away to agree on most things. And even the things they disagreed on didn’t seem to matter that much.
So what had changed?
It had all started, when Piki had discovered that he had a twin brother. For years, he had been raised with the belief that his twin brother had died at birth, and now, only a few months ago, Piki had found out that not only was his twin alive, but he lived in the very same town as the university!
It wasn’t that much a surprise that Pitch was completely different from his twin. He had been raised differently, after all, with a different life. He hadn’t grown up with the privileges that Piki had, or with the expectations that came with an important family name. He didn’t even want anything special out life. He was content with what he had.
He liked musicals, working on getting his business degree, practicing yoga and helping out his adopted father Max in his Auto Repair shop, while also running his own business in the form of a small, but cozy coffee shop.
It was weird to watch him, really. Or so Pitchiner thought at least, especially when Pitch was interacting with any of their small group. Piki tried to get him involved with the Black family, but that had quickly been given up after a disastrous meeting with their mother (or as Pitch would darkly refer her to as afterward: “The egg donor.”)
Pitchiner somehow wasn’t surprised that Jack had seemed to gravitate easily towards Pitch, especially since the other treated him as… well, as a person. It made a large difference for the younger male, and Pitchiner was glad that he wasn’t the only one treating Jack like an equal rather than a fragile doll. (Which was, honestly, a habit he needed to get Piki out of.)
Proto was a challenge at best, and a nightmare at worst to deal with. And yet somehow, Pitch and Proto had found a common ground when it came to yoga. And there was apparently something about Pitch, that Proto just seemed able to respect, which meant that he actually backed off when the Pitch told him to. (Which honestly was quite weird to watch sometimes, especially when Pitchiner could tell that Proto was in one of his especially creative, tormenting moods).
And Pitchiner…
He liked Pitch. He really, really liked him. He liked how the other could make a comeback to a comment without being biting, or getting angry. He had a sense of humor, that was completely startling without being unpleasant. And he had a strange sense of patience, one that came from years of growing up having to wait for something, instead of getting it right away. He didn’t give you the feeling that he had a million demons to wrestle and coming out on the other side completely beaten up because of it. If he’d had any demons, he had accepted them or defeated them, and moved on.
If anything, Pitchiner would have loved nothing more than to get Pitch more involved with them than he already was. He had started out as a random coincidental meeting, and had from there somehow become a really good friend…
And Pitchiner wanted him to be more than just that. He wanted Pitch to be with them. With him! To be one of the people he could count on waking up next to, no matter what kind of night it had been before. He wanted him to be more than just Piki’s Twin. He wanted Pitch to be theirs.
If only Pitchiner could tell, if the other felt the same.
