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Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: General Audiences  Fandoms: Charmed Asphyxia Characters: Wyatt Halliwell ( @nocttrls​ ) & William Flynn ( @ofindcmitability​ ) Additional Tags: #yobitcheshereitis #the thing you didn’t know you were waiting for #ta da Language: English

william

he was used to a lot of presents. after all, wyatt was wyatt and wyatt liked to spoil him. which was something he found strange, even now. yet it was also something he was used to after all this time together. maybe it was to make up for his lack of a childhood, maybe it was to make him smile, whatever it was, will was happy. because, when he smiled, wyatt did too. and there was something special about that that he couldn't describe. almost to the bottom of the box, he looked to the other. "walkie talkies?" a grin twisted to his expression. "you said there's something else," he had. "can't beat walkie... talkies." will froze was he reached the bottom. "wyatt, is this... ?"

wyatt 

what do you get for someone who more or less had everything but deserved so much more? wyatt thought of a watch and a wallet because . . . because every young man needs to be able to tell time and keep valuables like money and cards close. there's a hundred bucks in the wallet already. just one more thing to show will that he's going to be okay. that he can start adult hood with a solid foundation. walkie talkies because . . . because wyatt enjoyed the little things. as much as will was growing up he was still just a kid and wyatt wanted to cherish that as long as he could. "call me nostalgic." a sucker for old things like he grew up with. as much as he avoided the manor it had given him things he wanted to share with will.the bottom of the box is special. saving the best for last is the saying. he knows it's coming and it's been building tears in his eyes because . . . man he loved this kid. he loved this kid more than he's ever loved anyone and that's saying something with how big of a mama's boy he is. "it's . . . it's whatever you want it to be." wyatt decides after a pause. he had a whole big speech but it's gone. "it's a promise. that no matter what happens, no matter where life takes us, there's always going to be a home for you here will. you've come so far and i want to be there to see where you end up." because . . . "because family isn't always biological. i think you know that now . . . but you're my family, kid."

william

"hi nostolgic, my name is will." well that was lame. but it wasn't often will made jokes, in fact the only people he made such jokes around were lizzie, landon and wyatt himself. usually he didn't put himself out there in such a way. it wasn't even that funny, he knew yet he found himself laughing at his own joke. it felt nice. there was a comfort that wyatt brought, just his mere presence. a comfort that will had found in only him for the longest of times. at least, until the past year. his hands trembled at the sight of it. fuck, his whole being trembled. the sight, the idea, the full and intoxicating feeling of affection deep in his chest. his lip quivered, he couldn't control it. "do you have a pen?" there was no deliberation, no weighing of options, no other consideration beyond the fact that THIS WAS HAPPENING. there wa sno rejection, no idea other than where do i sign?. "don't tell me you had all this ready and didn't even bring a pen." emotion was clouding his gaze. wait no, those were tears. good tears. a strange feeling but one he enjoyed nonetheless. "i..." he was caught, words caught in his throat. god, will felt like he was choking on them. so overcome by such an intensity of emotion. "i love you." a deep breath, trying to breath. "wyatt, i love you so so much."

 wyatt 

his lips quirk into a smile. there it is. he's wondered if he's rubbed off on him at some point and there's his proof in the form of a dad joke. "you little . . ." teasing. a laugh follows with his show of amusement. he's happy for moments like this. everyone always wonders and so very few ever ask: what's so special about him? and wyatt always wants them to see this, see this side he reserves for so few yet is slowly expanding to include others. this, even though he didn't realize it then, is exactly why wyatt took a chance on him all those years ago. it wasn't potential . . . wyatt knew he had it in him all along, he just needed help being able to be a kid. wyatt wants to cry but his eyes settle on the mist for now. in this moment he doesn't hope his mother is proud of him. he knows she'll never understand it. she'll never get it because while she's fought for him, she doesn't know what it's like to be that kid. "of course i do." he doesn't but it's so easy to make one appear in his hand. wyatt's still wyatt. forgetful and ditzy but always prepared somehow. he gives it over while the other hand moves to give will's shoulder a firm and assuring gentle squeeze. another promise though unspoken. sometimes the best things are. now he's going to cry. "i love you too, kid." is it too cliche to say he's going to weep? those words, just three little words, meant the most out of every other word out there. never mind signing the papers yet because wyatt reaches and he hugs will for dear life. this kid? he's his kid. it doesn't matter if they share blood or have some paper from the state of california saying so. it doesn't matter if they had never spoken those words because wyatt would always be there, being a voice when he had none or just being an ear to listen.

william 

he made wyatt laugh. and as simple as such a thing was ( cause come on, wyatt halliwell laughed at everything ) the sight of it--- being able to be the cause of it, still made william flynn's day. he smiled in return to watching the other laugh, a nice smile it was. a smile not many were showcased too. he was comfortable, he was happy, two emotions he was so unfamiliar with for over a decade of his life. and now, he knew just where to go when he needed to feel them. "of course you do." he echoed the words, wanting desperately to make fun of him but rather emotion glazed within them, dripping from each letter. the pen slips into his hand, and will only pauses to ask. "do i--- do i sign it william halliwell now?" because he didn't know how this worked and yet if it meant jumping through fire itself it was something he would do to accomplish it. he'd always been wyatt's, that was something he knew. there was no halfways, no maybe's. he had always been wyatt's. but to have it in writing was something else entirely. because, not only was he wyatt's, but wyatt was his too. "i know." he spoke, stealing a line from those star wars films that landon loved with so passion and his fiance hated with such disdain. then wyatt was hugging hm and will was folding into his arms, clinging to wyatt in a way different than he'd ever clung to him before. for the longest time, it was easier to say wyatt was his guardian. then it became, wyatt was like a big brother. then, as he grew, he realized it was so much more then that. the words became wyatt is wyatt. cause that held so much meaning, but ultimately, the truth was this. *wyatt was his dad. simple as that.