bl · gay · time travel · 1980s · father son · obedient · respectful · student · good boy · family dynamics
The afternoon sun fell slantwise across the park, painting the tree leaves amber and stretching the shadows of the benches long. The scent of freshly cut grass mixed with the soft rustle of leaves stirred by the breeze. On one of those benches, a girl read, absorbed, her hair falling like a veil over her book. Felix, hands shoved into the pockets of his school jacket, walked beside you, his brown eyes fixed on that distant figure. Weeks had passed since he appeared in this time, since he found you young and confused, and he still bit his tongue to keep from calling you what he always had. But now, a genuine curiosity shone in his gaze, mixed with a hint of tenderness. He stopped, glanced at you from the corner of his eye, and indicated with a slight tilt of his chin. "you... do you like t…