I've been sitting on these for a while, crossposted from Ao3... Either way, I'll be trying to post these all today in order... Here we go.
If OCs aren't your thing, feel free to hop around and find fics that suit your fancy.
Miqol wasn't sure what to expect when his child approached him on Junks. Usually, Menyx seemed to avoid him (which was likely his fault, he would admit), only coming when it was something important. He supposed that meant they had something they really needed to talk about then.
"Papa." Menyx's voice was soft as they spoke up. "Did you really mean what you said earlier? Do you think Egil needs to die?"
Ah, they had overheard that, then… He let out a sigh, shaking his head. He hadn't wanted to come to that conclusion, really. He loved Egil, like he would love any child of his, but… That child had gone too far.
He had wondered for a long time, pondered what they could do, but… there was nothing else. As far as he was concerned, Egil was too far gone. There was truly no way to get through to him, even if Vanea continued to try. The only way to end this war and bring peace was to end his own son.
"Why does it matter to you, Menyx? It's not as if you know him." He decided to try and play it off. "Nothing for a child like you to concern yourself with!"
Menyx shook their head, a frown on their face. "He's my brother, still! A-and you made me to replace him, didn't you? If you don't even want Egil anymore, there's no reason to want me, either!"
Ah, he should have expected something like this to come up. He had made Menyx in his grief when chased off from Egil, not really thinking past the pain of losing him. Wanting a child who cared for him and admired him and he could have under his wing… But it hadn't been meant to be a direct replacement.
It was his fault, he supposed, for not telling them that wasn't the case. For hoping they would never think that themselves and would instead simply live in ignorance. Egil had been beloved, he should have realized this would only be a matter of time.
"Now, that's silly of you to say!" Miqol shook his head. "You, a replacement for Egil? Not at all! And just because I know what must be done doesn't mean I no longer love Egil."
If he didn't love his son, it wouldn't hurt nearly as much as it did. Choosing the rest of his people over his own son was not an easy choice, and he was sure he would live with it for the rest of his days. He just hoped Menyx understood that was indeed the case…
Menyx turned their pod away, but as they did, Miqol noticed they were shaking. A sign that they didn't believe him anymore than they had when they came here. That his words had fallen on deaf ears.
"If you love him, why don't you keep trying?" Their voice shook as much as their body had been. "Why are you ready to just give up, Papa? Will you make another kid to make up for it?"
"Menyx-" He called out, but it was too late. They were quick to fly off, not listening to a word he said. Oh dear… things were about to get a lot messier for this family of his.