Summary: A Father's Day Special. Jim has always despised celebrating Father's Day as his own was no father. However, there was one father figure he couldn't help but think about.
Rating: K
Characters: Jim, Blinky
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Clear skies had greeted Arcadia, the sun let its rays light upon the small town and brightened it with a warm touch. The birds chirped as a soft breeze cascaded through the leaves as if the day was perfect for certain occasions.
People woke with smiles, some still slept beneath the covers, their peaceful sleep never interrupted.
However, there was one who cracked their eyes open, instantly shutting them, fearing to go through the day. The Trollhunter despised leaving his bed, his head turning as he planted his face in the fathered pillow. The harsh sun rays broke into his room, a mournful groan left his mouth, and his hand reached from the covers, gripping the side of his curtain and doing his best to close them, which to his demise, was sloppily done.
He looked toward the window, a strong heavy glare on his face as if he was cursing at the light before pulling the covers over his head and facing the wall. It was the weekend so he had no need to pull himself from bed anyways.
Jim growled, knowing he was not leaving the comfort of his bed. His anger was resting in the back of his throat, threatening to let out a loud frustrated yell. If there had been any Trollhunting activities, the enemies would barely stand a chance.
He let his limbs spread out against the softness of his bed, his anger bubbling as he could barely get comfortable.
Stupid sun, stupid day. Let me hide in my dark room all day. Jim thought, never relaxing his face. A soft knock echoed through his room, causing another groan to scrape against his throat. The bitterness rested on his tongue, ready to push away whoever stood on the other side of the door, perhaps if he didn't respond, they would think he was fast asleep and leave him alone.
Only if he had such luck.
His thoughts were no longer in the process as another knock was heard.
"Jim, honey, I tried making more breakfast before I go to work," Barbara called out as she peeled open the door. Screw the thought of hiding.
"I'm fine mom, I'm not that hungry right now." He said, still hiding beneath the covers, only the top of his messy hair stuck out.
"I know you aren't a fan of today but, you should at least get up." Jim kept his glare, eyes darting over the wall as he held his mouth in a tight line as he didn't turn to face her. It was the wrong way to word it, he loathed today and she knew why.
It was Father's Day, and it wasn't hard to figure out why he despised such a day that was supposed to be filled with love and happiness.
Why celebrate a man that kisses his own-
"Jim." His mother sighed, cutting his thoughts off. Knowing that his mother demanded his attention, the boy peeked out one blue eye from his covers, turned in his bed, and made quick eye contact with his mother.
When he noticed her look, filled with a strong demeanor, he let out a defeated sigh. She was standing, working on a day that reminded her of the pain she endured. Jim swallowed the lump in his throat and sighed.
"Okay," He said in defeat. "I'll be down in a bit." His face pressed back into his pillow. Barbara couldn't help but chuckle before she stepped over, a smile replacing her stoic look, her hand found his untidy locks, dragging her fingers through the tangled strands of hair.
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