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astraymetronome · 1 year

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Oxygen Will Burn

Summary

Midoriya Hisashi made a choice when he left all those years ago, taking his mother's and second family’s lives in his wake. He forgot about his child, his ”daughter”, but damn will his son make it clear he never forgot. He should have tied up all loose ends: The frayed ones burn the brightest.

Inko Midoriya and the Bakugous were found dead after a house fire, except, Izuku knows it wasn’t an accident. After all these years, the culprit finally returns, but he has forgotten about his missing piece. His crime would have been perfect if it wasn’t for him. It’s not like he has new scary dog privileges or anything, after all, the cops would have contacted Hisashi if they’d found his kid.

Notes

This is a combination of two stories I’d thought up, I think this is the better outcome.

Word Count - 13,155

Izuku had a feeling something was going to go wrong. His last few weeks had gone wonderfully and the world hated him. His classmates said that his dad said that, and Kacchan used to say that. He understood that nothing would go as planned every time. No matter what, things were ruined or something had to happen, it just was a matter of when.

His sixth birthday had been a few weeks ago, dad had gotten him a lighter. He kept telling him that he could feel warm things and his dad never listened. He couldn’t make fire, not like his dad could, but he could see, smell, and taste heat. It was weird and he was curious if it was like a snake. He knew they were cold-blooded and needed heat to warm up. He wasn’t cold-blooded but sunlight and warmth were an absolute necessity for him. It felt wonderful and let him indulge in his quirk without repercussions.

The aspects were wrapped around his brain and he was curious about what activated it. He could close his eyes and focus, allowing the heat to bleed into his sight and he was curious if he could do it with them open. On top of that, he wanted to know if he could maybe change the intensity of the heat or get better at sensing them. Izuku knew his dad didn’t like his quirk, he wanted him to be useful and he could just tell.

Until he figures out the full extent of his abilities, he’s not allowed to register his power. He hates that since everyone treats him like he’s quirkless. He told Kacchan when it developed, able to sense his palms' heat up to ignite the nitroglycerin in his sweat. He found it fascinating and it was good practice to close his eyes and focus on his classmates even if no one believed him.

His aunt and uncle had been out of town during his birthday, their fashion company had become a big hit so they’d been on a business trip. Kacchan had stayed with his family, his momma loved his auntie so it made sense, since their moms were best friends. They might not be related in any biological way but Izuku still loved them unconditionally. They were on their way to his tiny apartment as his momma set everything up. She always seemed to be happy with guests so, the people coming were special to her, she was even breaking out her nice china.

He was sitting at the kitchen table as she set things up, scribbling in the new notebook she’d gotten him. His momma had even managed to get him hero stickers to decorate the plain cover with. He used all the All Might one’s already and a few of the Present Mic ones. He was an up-incoming pro, fresh out of UA, and even had his own radio show. Izuku had managed to call in the week after his birthday. The man had seemed a little baffled at his stream of questions, but he still answered some with gusto. It was funny hearing him speak happily while being able to tell he was confused.

So far he’d added a large number of new questions about him, including a few on a hero he’d noticed in the area. The man was pretty new as well and he was pretty sure he was an underground pro, the complete opposite of Present Mic. He saw him through his window before but he’s also felt his heat through the building. It was hard to tell when he was on the roof, because of the number of tenets, but people’s heat signals were surprisingly unique.

He liked watching him jump around on the roofs but he normally never got to catch a glimpse, after all, he had a bedtime and momma always tried her best to make sure he slept a good amount. He didn’t know the hero’s name yet but he still drew him in his book, it wasn’t detailed or anything but he could recognize the general features.

“What are you drawing in there Izuku? Is it a hero?” His Momma asked him, pulling him from his focus. He closed his book and nodded before speaking up.

“He’s an underground Momma, we have to be quiet.” He explained with a small hush. He watched her face brighten as she smiled and gave a nod in response, bringing her hand up and shushing him.

“Okay.” She whispered, pulling a giggle from him before she stood up and kissed his head. “Mitsuki should be here soon with her boys, can you go check if your Papa’s car is in the lot?” His momma asked as she motioned towards the window. He nodded, not wanting to upset her, and made his way over. He couldn’t feel his dad around here or his car. So when he looked out it wasn’t a surprise to not see anything resembling the man.

He understood how much his momma loved his dad. She’d known him a lot longer than he had, so she’d probably seen the good in him. He didn’t understand it though. He didn’t remember anything good when he was little, just that he was away a lot. Most of the time, his father would ignore him or bother him about his quirk. He didn’t like it since, no matter how much he explained, his dad never listened or believed him.

“Dad’s not here yet,” Izuku said honestly as he walked back to the table and lifted his book. His dad didn’t like them, so he wanted to hide them away before he’d get home. “I’m gonna go to my room Momma.” He told her as he proceeded to scramble towards his room.

“Okay, but you’ll have to come out to say hi to everyone.” His momma told him, he nodded as he closed the door before slipping his notebook into his bag. He kept his most prized possessions in there or hidden in his closet. His dad had taken away his things before. He said it was because he’d broken his mom’s vase but Izuku had felt it melt and it smelt like his dad afterward.

He found his dad’s present weird, his heat would often be throughout his body, but it seemed to triangulate with his throat when he spoke with him. He knew his dad could breathe fire, it was part of why he could sense heat sources, and it scared him. It made no sense for him to activate his quirk, he was just talking with his son after all. He knew that was probably not completely true, his dad had hated it when his Momma made him change his pronouns. Izuku may have been a girl earlier in life, but he’d quickly found his joy with boy things.

His dad had said it was a tomboy faze but, when his Momma switched to using the ones for him that she used for dad, Kacchan, and uncle, it made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He started to feel more confident and open. When she asked if he wanted to change his name to Izuku, he’d been overjoyed with it. He couldn’t contain his reaction, able to recall how he bounced and rambled on the way to the court. They even went to the store after and she got him a name tag for his bag, Izuku in big letters over the opening.

He used that for everything. The yellow may have originally been because his Momma called him Tanpopo, dandelion, but it quickly changed to being Present Mic and All Might themed. They both had blonde hair, so it reminded him of them even if he still liked that nickname. She’d started to call him Banī, bunny, after the change because he’d bounce with joy when she said his name. His dad had just opted to call him Izu because it was the only part of his new name that allied with his dead name.

Momma had been pissed at first, it almost got her to kick him out, but she agreed it was fine as long as it was a nickname. He hasn’t heard his dad willingly say that name since they had a meeting to confirm the changes with his school.

Izuku did his best to distract himself from his roaming train of thought, moving instead to get nicer clothes on. He just had an All Might shirt and shorts on, so he changed into some nice jeans and a bumble bee-themed shirt. He smiled as familiar heat entered his radius, it was only a block right now but it was bound to grow, he turned to head and he opened the door of his room. “Momma! They’re here!” He told her eagerly. He wanted hugs and kisses from his Auntie and hair ruffles from his uncle.

He smiled as he bounced on his heels and closed his eyes. He could see them getting closer, Kacchan’s hands always had more warmth than most people and Masura always had spikes of warmth when he was active. His auntie may not have as clear of a quirk but some kinds of heat would smell like glycerin, so he could easily pick up the scent that covered her. As small hands reached to knock, he pulled the door open and giggled.

Izuku had to stifle a squeak when Kacchan yelped and fell back against his mother’s legs. He was quick to grab his hand and pull him inside as his momma peaked out of the kitchen. “Mitsuki! Hey you guys!” She called out. He turned back towards the adults, a little surprised to find that his uncle had two presents in his hands. He pushed away his thought of who they were for, he didn’t wanna be seen as greedy and moved to sit down with the blonde.

Their parents got to speaking and catching up about the trip as he opened up the toy box and started to move them toward the center of the living room. “Deku, I’m playing All Might this time,” Kacchan said simply as he snatched Izuku’s figure from his hand. He looked up at him and just nodded. He wanted to fight it, he always played the villain, but he’d gotten to play him on his birthday.

“Okay.” He said simply before they started their game.

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Dinner had been nice. Momma had made Katsudon and spicy pork for his dad, uncle, Kacchan, and him. They all had a spice tolerance because of their quirks and honestly spicy food was amazing. He thought it was interesting that he could sense how spicy it was with his quirk. He thought it just worked with heat sources, but he enjoyed learning new things. His dad ended up not coming home for a while. His aunt and uncle were about to leave with Kacchan and his Momma had sent him to go change into his pj’s. He felt his father’s heat source pop up suddenly and a new person as well. He was a little uncomfortable with how hot they felt, so he finished his task and closed his eyes.

His father’s throat was smoldering. The bright yellow and white told him it was getting hotter as he got closer. The other person was pretty standard with their warmth, it was average other than it being warmer in their head. Either they had a mental quirk, were sick, or something of that sort. He opened his eyes and was just about to leave his room to let his Momma know when the front door was pushed open, a loud bang resonating as it dented the wall.

He immediately moved into his closet, hiding from the heat. When he closed the door, he let his eyes follow as he faced the direction of their sources. His mom had stepped forwards to greet him, upset about the door. The voices were muffled as his uncle hid Kacchan with his legs. He wanted to go help but he was scared. His dad had always threatened to hit him when momma wasn’t paying attention. He didn’t wanna get hurt or have him hurt her.

Izuku didn’t get what he wanted.

Some words were exchanged, muffled by the wall, and he managed to pick up small bits and pieces. It was mostly gibberish and didn’t make sense without context. That was when the heat moved. He heard his mother’s voice fill the air, screaming in pain as his father’s heat pushed against hers. It came from his mouth and that told him all he needed to know. He froze up as Mitsuki pulled her away from him, her heat seeming limp and too quiet for his liking. He wanted to help, and do anything, but he was only six. He could see Masura pulling Kacchan towards the door, trying to get him out so he could help.

His Auntie was next. His dad burned the doorway, keeping his uncle inside with Kacchan. He didn’t know what to do, he was panicking and he knew he didn’t have anything that could be utilized well. He trembled as the yelling became louder and louder. He trembled as he curled up, covered his ears, and closed his eyes. He was desperate to escape the noises and things he could feel. It didn’t work but he tried his best. He saw his uncle's heat light up and get brighter as he yelled out. His mom was laying on the floor, auntie shaking her as she cried out in pain. All of them had been burnt and he could see flames spread across the carpet and move towards Kacchan.

The smaller heat source was heading to his room, he heard a voice flood his ears as his best friend spoke up. “Get out! Get out of here Izuku!” Kacchan yelled for him after something fell. He tried to push the door open but something was blocking it. He had to get to Kacchan but he couldn’t. The warmth spreading through the building was becoming overwhelming and he couldn’t make out his family's heat sources anymore. He was shaking as he rushed towards the window and pushed the latch open. He could see smoke slipping into his room through the top of his door.

Izuku wanted to go get Kacchan and his family, he also wanted his Momma. He turned back for his bag, grabbed a picture of him and momma from his desk, and shoved it inside. He grabbed some clothes, knowing he’d need them if he was to be sent to someone else. He wasn’t a stranger to death, his grandparents had passed not that long ago and his mom had told him about how being orphaned worked since he’d asked a lot of questions.

He climbed over the window sill and clambered into the tree. His bag felt heavy on his back and he felt his face get wetter when he started crying and tried to make his way down. He scraped his abdomen and hands as he slid down. He sniffled as he got from the floor. He could see people rushing out of the building. He looked back towards the building, feeling it overpower him. He stepped back and held his head. Blood began to trickle down his nose and chin as he shook before beginning to run away.

He stumbled over his feet as he rushed before he caught two familiar heat waves. Kacchan was being pulled out by men, first aid: they were applying oxygen to him and his dad. His father was watching from a distance. His throat was burning so he couldn’t help looking toward him. Izuku felt his eyes swell with more tears as his dad climbed into a car, not sparing their home a second glance.

He couldn’t believe his dad had just done this. He was so mad at him for this and was completely upset. He was quick to follow after him, burning his dad’s heat into his memory. He was gonna find him. He had to do anything to avenge his family. He’ll find him eventually, even if it took years.

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Izuku was sitting on a roof, kicking his legs as he munched on a sandwich he dug from a nearby dumpster. It was a completely sealed Uncrustable when he found it so he made the decision it was safe. He was pretty sure it was his 12th birthday anyways, so he deserved something. He was pretty used to his environment after 6 years on his own.

When he was first orphaned, he refused to see Hizashi as his father, he managed to survive due to the help of other homeless folk but they only did it to teach him the basics. After that, he was on his own. Growing up like this was easy, at least in the sense of keeping people away from him. His quirk did wonders with safety.

His body had been changing, he didn’t understand it because he never managed to get that far in his education. When everyone thinks you’re dead you kinda can’t enroll yourself in school. He ended up making his camp/home near the public library. It wasn’t used much so they didn’t bother with cards or anything but he read a ton of the books and he’d got into a free online program for classes after he passed the entrance exam.

He’s up to date with his proper education but he didn’t know much about health or… puberty. It had scared him at first when he started to develop. He panicked and ended up going to a homeless shelter for help. The nurse they had there had explained some stuff, his pains were normal, his body was changing, etc. He still wasn’t sure but he ended up reading about it in the library.

So here he was, a couple of months later, anxious about when he was supposed to get a period. It was stupid to dwell on it but those needed him to have pads and he can’t steal those, he can’t bring himself to. Izuku was trying to have a night to himself, something to destress and think about at the moment. Of course, it couldn’t stay like that.

He wouldn't consider himself a vigilante, more a good samaritan who lives nowhere. He often catches fights, assaults, or anything with his quirk or hears people panic. Most of the time he just jumps in to help and other times he does what he’s supposed to and stays out of it unless someone’s life is in danger. A scream broke the atmosphere of chittering rats and shifty activity, causing him to drop his half-eaten prize.

He was kinda pissed about that, but he would at least see if this would need his attention. He moved across the roofs and closed his eyes. He could see a heat source struggling away from another. He opened them as he got closer before he froze up. He moved to hide in the shadow, swallowed in heavy draping fabric. He quieted down his breathing and closed his eyes to focus on the commotion. The attacker was pulled away by another source, the head area heating up with quirk use. He recognized the source, it had been a few years, but he recognized him.

The victim moved away from the fight, stumbling deeper into the dark. He knew the pro would have everything taken care of so he instead went towards the woman. Izuku quietly dropped as he spoke up. “Hey.. you’re safe.” He said softly as he kept his hands up and stayed distant from her. The woman was quick to whip around towards him, fear lacing her face. “The fight will be over soon and then you can head back to the hero.” He added on.

She seemed confused before she turned to look him over a little more, her face seemed to melt into slight disbelief as she spoke up. “You’re a child..” The woman muttered. He took a step away before closing his eyes. The hero no longer had heavy heat and the other source seemed to be unconscious.

“You can head back to him.” He told her as he moved almost instantly to climb a fire escape. He couldn’t be recognized or else they’d find him, forcing him to go with his father, and then he’d be killed. The pro called out for her so he used it to silently slip into the night. He didn’t need anyone. When the time came, when his dad returned to Japan, he’d be ready.

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Izuku tossed and turned all night, it wasn’t like his bed was comfortable anyways, because of his stress. Ever since that pro hero caught that villain, he’s noticed him around the area a lot more. It seemed like he was looking for something so he kept his distance and tried to just ignore everything. It wasn’t working and he was still around after a few weeks. On top of that, it was around the anniversary of his family's passing. No matter how much time goes by, this week is always the hardest.

He sneaks into his mom’s old workplace and leaves flowers at the shrine they’d made for her. He did the same with his aunt and uncle at their work. He couldn’t manage it this time because they were both right in the middle of that pro’s patrol route. It was so upsetting that he couldn’t bring himself to even try. He didn’t know where Kacchan had ended up after they took him from the hospital. The newspapers had mentioned the number of casualties as well as how he was missing. The numbers didn’t add up so he knew the blonde had survived the blaze.

He sat up from his bed, looking around the small room he’d snuck into. The building was abandoned but this one room had the most protection from the elements, so he chose it. He made his way toward his stash and began to dig through his trinkets and everything. He felt a worry flood his form as he noticed a distinct lack of food. He groaned as he stubbornly got up and slid his shoes on. He was planning on going out next week but he didn’t realize how little he had right now. He wouldn’t make it a week without anything but at least it was right before garbage day. Hopefully, he could fish up something edible from behind a store.

He pulled himself out of the building and began to scale the side of the building. Izuku hit the ground a little rough as he proceeded to move and head down the alley. He knew better than to be out in the open, that's how you got mugged, kidnapped, or something worse. He wasn’t gonna get himself killed for a stupid mistake. He’s been told he can act feral sometimes, mainly when it’s around food or keeping to himself. It made sense to despise being touched by strangers when you’ve grown up in a situation where people only touch you if they want something.

It was late enough that he wasn’t worried about store owners catching him, but he didn’t want to interact with anyone else in his situation. Not everyone will be nice when you invade their territory. Izuku had to abandon about three dumpsters before he found one seemingly untouched. This was probably the thing he hated the most about being homeless, dumpster diving. It always ended with him smelling like trash and didn’t ensure any reward for his efforts.

He hosted himself up over the metal edge, glad no sharp edges greeted his bare hands. He couldn’t afford to need a tetanus shot. Scrambling into the large tin was honestly easy because of how much was inside. It was a miracle it hadn’t rained recently so at least the thing wasn’t flooded. He tore bags open when he was sure what might be in them. He checked expressions dates if he found anything but most of the contents were expired. He managed to snag a small box of crackers, some pocky, and a few sealed bottles of water. He found a lot more but most of it was questionable enough that he avoided it.

As he removed himself from the dumpster and shoved his prize in his bag, he flinched when a heat source suddenly landed behind him. The person hadn’t even made a noise. He didn’t bother turning around, trying to take in his surroundings and figure a way out of this. He closed his eyes for a second before he recognized the heat near him. He looked down at his feet as he held his bag to his chest, a deep voice breaking the tense silence they made.

“Look, I understand you need to eat but, you could just go to the homeless shelters for food.” The pro muttered to him. Izuku didn’t dare turn around, he couldn’t talk with him. The man would realize he was a kid and drag him to the police station. He couldn’t risk getting in his father’s hands.

“Sorry..” He responded, trying to make his voice sound older than he was. He noticed the man’s source turn more puzzled as he stepped forward. Izuku held his bag tighter before he moved rather abruptly. He threw his bag over his shoulder as he ran past the man, hearing him curse. Where his heat had made contact with his scarf allowed Izuku to dodge the looping fabric.

He was heading towards a crowd, making sure he knew how big, to hide among the people. He couldn’t get caught. He had to get away. He felt something tug his ankle as he tripped forward, he moved to catch himself feeling his hand press against the ground and bent in a way it wasn’t supposed to. He couldn’t help a small scream as a snap sounded out. He wanted the rope to get off him, feeling it tighten around his skin.

Izuku tugged at his foot as he listened to the man speaks up. “I wasn’t gonna arrest you, but you ran so I have no choice.” The pro admitted as he touched his shoulder. Izuku tensed as he felt this. He wanted to be let go and he couldn’t help squirming as the man moved him onto his back before pulling his hand away with a curse. His body felt sore as he tried kicking the scarf away, watching as it began to burn the longer it kept in contact with his skin.

He scrambled to his feet as the man looked at him in shock. The hero’s hand had a hotter temperature than before and Izuku used the confusion as a sign to bolt away from him, desperately trying to hide away from the man who found him. He was sprinting, holding his broken wrist to his chest as he heard a voice call after him.

“Wait! Kid! Come back!” The man yelled out and he felt himself speed up at it. They were gonna know he was in the area. The cops were gonna be looking for him, his dad would get him, and he’d end up like the rest of his family. He could feel himself panic as he made his way back to his home, unable to keep from puking up his stomach acids at the stress and pain in his arm. He had to be more careful from now on.

As the weeks went by he had more and more encounters with the pro, but he never once let the man get anything out before he bolted. There were even times the man hadn’t seen him but he’d sensed him. Izuku refused to trust him and he was still going around with a broken wrist, he kept irritating it and preventing it from healing right and it was rather clear to anyone who knew how to identify them.

He’d been doing well this week, he had his arm in a sprint and had it wrapped up well. He was very quietly moving around the street, trying to find a lost cat. The old lady gave him snacks often, so he felt obligated to help out.

He wanted to help but also because he wanted to ask for food as a reward instead of money. He wanted to try not to worry about anything this week food related. He was following heat signatures, trying to find the feline only for him to snag its heat source. The animal was sitting in front of an apartment. He made his way up, slowly but surely as he moved to scoop her up only for the door to be opened. He froze up in response, he’d been so focused on the cat he hadn’t considered other people.

“Stop being so im-” The man started and Izuku felt his heart droop at the sound of his voice. He looked up, making eye contact with the man he’d been trying to avoid for months. He swallowed anxiously as he stood up and held the cat.

“Sorry! My grandma was looking for-” `He started, trying to get out of the situation before the man interrupted him. He was fucked, wasn't he?

“Kid, I’ve seen you around. No offense, honestly, I know you’re homeless.” The man told him simply as he proceeded to quietly run his fingers through his hair. Despite how he looked, with his slouch, prominent stubble, and tired attitude, the man’s hair was well taken care of. If it wasn’t for that, he could be mistaken as homeless. The feline knew him so she seemed comfortable in his grip as he shifted anxiously.

“I mean… I’m not lying. A lot of us call her grandma..” Izuku found himself muttering as he held her a little closer. He could feel another human heat source inside the apartment along with a few other cats. He felt like he knew the other person, but he wasn’t certain.

“Either way, you need to get off the streets.” The man said plainly as he stepped out. “We’re gonna give the cat back and then you are coming back here with me.” The pro said sternly. He wanted to argue, really he did, but the man’s tone made him freeze. It wasn’t mean, more protective than he expected as he went ahead and made an anxious noise. He knew the man couldn’t see how skinny he was under his baggy clothes but he had a feeling the man knew.

“Ok..” Izuku told him as he looked at his legs and started to lead the man away. He’ll get a meal out of this then bolt and leave where he was. He shouldn’t be so close to his old place, even if he’s trying to catch his dad. He could feel the man’s eyes on him as they walked. It wasn’t like he knew what to say, most adults just scolded him when they found him outside of school or digging in the trash.

“I’m Aizawa.” The hero Aizawa told him as they turned a corner. He seemed tired but not at him, just had that aura on him. Izuku is pretty sure it’s a thing about the man. He didn’t respond as they stopped in front of grandma’s place. He blinked a little before knocking on the door. The woman was delighted to have her cat back, she offered him the money and he refused it. She should keep her money anyways, it wasn’t like he was gonna be in the neighborhood anymore.

The silence was kind of too heavy for his liking. The lack of noise made him uncomfortable as they walked. The hero simply let him stay quiet, he didn’t pressure him into speaking or put his hands on him. He seemed fine with making sure he was safe as they walked back toward his apartment.

Izuku brought his hands to his chest as they moved, carefully walking. He could feel his stress rising as they continued to walk. He didn’t know what to do, he had to get out of there but he also knew he needed to eat something. He can get a meal out of this if he’s smart and does not get caught.

The man opened his door and the other heat source seemed to turn to them both quickly. Izuku sheepishly stepped inside and felt his eyes widen at the sight of the blonde hero he’d adored when he was little. He looked at his feet, not daring to make eye contact as the black-haired man closed the door behind him. The three other small heat sources were quick to scramble out from their hiding places. Two were right over and meowing at him while the third seemed to hang back. He looked at the small feline, making out her gray tabby coloring and pattern as he softly messed, and ran a few fingers through his hair before the other hero spoke up, getting out of here is gonna be harder than he thought.

“Hey, I didn’t expect you to bring home a listener Sho’.” The blonde said simply as he stepped back into the kitchen. “I’ll plate another serving!” The man added quickly as Aizawa motioned him into the apartment. He didn’t really like apartments anymore, too many heat sources, and were too small. He was anxious as he stepped over the two cats that intertwined his legs as he tried to keep his focus on the only one who kept her distance. “That's Suna.”

He brought his attention away from the cat to the man as he spoke. “She’s normally more of a hider.” He said plainly as he walked toward the kitchen. Izuku took note of how few strides it took him, far less than the amount he needed. He knew he was small for his age, he wouldn’t be surprised if they thought he was 8 or something, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t grow. He was only 12, he had plenty of years to grow a bit more and no longer be under 5 feet.

Izuku sat down and kept his hands to himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them, well he didn’t but still, he just wanted to be respectful and keep from upsetting them. He watched as they brought food over to him. He was a little embarrassed to admit he couldn’t help getting excited at the sight of fried rice and a bunch of vegetables. He smiled, “Arigato.” He muttered softly as he grabbed a pair of chopsticks before beginning to eat. The blonde man smiled a little before he spoke up.

“So, what's your name?” Present Mic asked him. He swallowed nervously as he looked down at his food. He wasn’t too sure how to respond since he didn’t want them looking into his information but he knew they would figure it out eventually.

“Izuku.” He told them simply before he went ahead and stuffed another bite of food into his mouth. He wanted out of this situation. It was stressful and he had to get back to his place. It was always a risk to leave for too long since people were always willing to steal to stay alive even if it cost another’s life.

He watched as the black-haired man seemed to ponder something. He was pretty quiet in response as he went ahead and just seemed to avoid scaring him away. He ate quickly and honestly a part of him wanted to just eat a little more and relax to sleep. He got up when they did and moved closer to the door to pretend to pet the cats, he did, gently stroking two of them. Suna was near the front door, she seemed to peer at him before she stepped forward and nuzzled his leg. Izuku looked down at the cat and took in her bright green eyes.

He couldn’t help tearing up. He felt stupid for seeing his mother in those eyes but they were so similar and they told him she wasn’t one for people. Izuku rubbed his eyes before he moved and stroked the cat’s back. He could feel Suna’s rumbling purr as he gave a soft smile before opening the door. “I’m sorry..” He whispered to her, keeping the end of his apology to himself as he closed the door and bolted. ”Mom...”

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Izuku could feel their heat sources fade into the distance as he ran. He could sense the sudden panic and anger before he got too far away. He could have sworn it became more regretful at the last second though. He wasn’t an empath. He knew that, but for some reason, he could feel if the heat sources were happy or not. It was weird but he opted to just ignore it.

The rush to his home was time-consuming It tired him out even more with a full stomach so he was quick to crash once he was safe inside of his hiding place. Sleep came to him easily and he was dead asleep for what felt like forever after the combination of the stress and the full meal he’d gotten. He woke up around noon the next day, taking a mental note of how long he’d slept. 9 hours was a kami sent after how hard it was to get an hour of uninterrupted sleep.

He tried his best to wake up, tapping his cheeks and sitting up as he tried to contemplate what he needed to do. His problem from last night was still present, he needed to get food, and he probably had to move further away from Grandma’s place. The pros will check for him around there so it would be a safe bet.

Izuku went ahead and used the spare time to head down to the local library and read up on some stuff. He made sure to take care of anything private beforehand, no point risking bleeding through his pants, and began to browse the collection of stories and lessons they had. He enjoyed learning about whatever he could get his hands on so a decent amount of these books had already been devoured by his mind.

He traced the spines of them with his finger as he read title after title, debating if he should move from the non-fiction stories. He’d learned what they meant, what is true and what is false. He would have learned in kindergarten and probably did, but he didn’t make it very far due to the incident and had to ask the lady at the desk. She’d been very eager to explain, it made sense considering books weren’t as commonly used anymore. It took him a while, but eventually, he stumbled upon something on quirk analysis he hadn’t scavenged through yet and began to tear into its pages.

He finished that book in about an hour, it was definitely above his age’s reading level but that didn’t stop him. Izuku moved through about three others before he had to leave. It was a nice way to pass the time and learn even if he had to do it in one sitting. Otherwise, he risked losing what he was reading even if it was unlikely.

He made his way down the alleys, taking his time as he moved and made his way toward the least popular area for the homeless. It meant he had a chance of finding something good without the worry of nothing at all. He had to go quite far into the suburbs but at least it was quiet. He looked through the dumpster behind a convenience store. He couldn’t help smiling at the sight of a bag of seaweed chips. The bag was completely sealed and he felt safe eating it, so he pushed it into his bag. He was quick to move and look through the trash more.

He was trying to be fast since the area was decently dangerous. He had a decent haul before his eyes widened. Izuku could feel something, it was familiar but not in a friendly way. He looked around, trying to track the source before he closed his eyes. He tried to focus on the source before he shot his eyes open. Panic flooded his body, blood rushed in his ears and he scooped up his bag and began to rush out of the area. His dad hadn’t shown his face in this place since his murders. It made sense considering his dad would be recognized.

He could feel his heat source fading away, headed in the opposite direction as he tried to just get away. He could feel the heat from the fire and hear the screaming again. He despised it. The sound would always plague his nightmares and he didn’t want to hear it again, not when he was awake and wouldn’t forget everything by the time he woke up.

Izuku brought his hands up to his ears, pushing against them to try and drown out the sound. He was that scared little kid again and he hated it. He hated not helping back then, not trying to stop it or getting everyone out of his room. He trembled as he climbed up the fire escape and into his home. He hastily began to gather up his stuff. He needed to leave. He had to leave.

His ears were ringing and nothing around him was registering in his brain. He could barely make out the blurs of buildings and heat sources as his body began to become drenched. He could smell rain but also smoke so he couldn’t help but shut that sense down as well. He wanted to go home. He wanted his mom, but she was gone and it was all his fault. He only had himself to blame for what happened.

He could feel how his chest heaved as he stood in front of a semi-familiar door. Izuku wanted to flee but he knew this place. It was new and somehow he felt as if it was safe. He hadn’t felt that way in years. His hands shook as he held onto his belongings. He wanted to knock but his fear and instincts were winning over his panic. The fear of going back to his dad and the instinct that adults were untrustworthy were overwhelming. He was about to leave before the door opened.

His body shook more, he couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or his panic attack but he felt something brush against his legs. A warbled voice met his ears but he was more focused on what was touching him. He stumbled forward as he pretty much dropped what he was holding. Green eyes were staring up at him. Izuku couldn’t help feeling the tension in his chest snap as sobs left him. His ears started to return, allowing him to hear the pouring rain and Present Mic speaking, calling out to Aizawa.

He didn’t care for any of that, just the purring and vibration against his chest as he clung to the feline in front of him. Suna reminded him so dearly of his mom. He couldn’t help melting in response to the pet. She seemed to just remind him he wasn’t alone even though he barely even knew the cat.

He felt as one of the men led him inside, barely glancing when a heat source began to gather up his things. He sniffled and cried as he held onto her and carefully began to stroke her back. Calm slowly began to sink into his body as he held onto the cat and melted into the mental relief she gave.

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Izuku could feel himself returning from his panic. He felt exhausted despite having slept for such a long period. He looked around at the room he was in before down at the cat in his lap. Suna was purring and seemingly asleep as he turned his focus around. He felt eyes on him, and looking up he made eye contact with Aizawa. He was sitting on the other side of the couch, facing toward him. He felt embarrassed about his reaction, they didn’t know anything after all.

“Hizashi is making dinner, kid. Do you think you’ll be up to eating something?” The black-haired man asked him gently. He brought a hand over to resume petting the cat as he went ahead and softly rubbed his eyes. He slightly nodded before he sat up a little more and rubbed his eyes.

“Okay, well... Can you tell me what happened?” Aizawa added after he looked at the boy before he went ahead and shifted. The man seemed to be pretty calm and concerned as he waited for anything to be said or motioned.

“I can’t go to the police..” He admitted as he shifted and carefully looked around the room. He didn’t want to make eye contact with him since it was gonna make him uncomfortable.

“Why Izuku?” The hero asked, making him rub his eyes and softly sigh. He was very nervous but his voice didn’t seem pushing or forceful. It was calm and collected while also worried.

“Dad... I can’t go back to my dad..” He whispered as he curled up a little. Suna wasn’t very happy with having her spot changed, but she went ahead and clambered her way onto his shoulders, perching there without much fuss.

Izuku could feel the man’s confusion and concern before it faded to be more understanding. “It’s Izumi Midoriya? Your full name.” Aizawa asked, which made him flinch. He saw the way the pro seemed to nod before continuing. “I kinda figured as much, my friend didn’t find your body and the Bakugou’s kid asked about you.”

“Kacchan?” The mention couldn’t help but grab Izuku’s attention. “Kacchan, survived?” He asked softly as he felt the feline on his shoulders nuzzle against his head and began to purr. He instinctively brought his hand up and began to pet her before he looked up and made eye contact with Aizawa.

“Yes, the youngest Bakugou is fine. He had some bad burns but one of the nurses at his hospital had a burn quirk. She was able to minimize his scaring.” He felt his anxiety melt at knowing his best friend would grow up not being bullied for his face or anything. He nodded a little and rubbed as tears began to trickle from his eyes. “Why did you introduce yourself as Izuku?” He added on, seemingly gentle and not harsh.

“It’s my name. My chosen name.. Izumi is a girl… I’m not a girl, I’m a boy. I’m Izuku.” He tried to explain as easily as possible as he softly sighed and leaned against the cat. He could feel her tongue roughly brush over his ears, reminding him of the way his mom would gently tug on his ears when she was worried or when he was sleepy.

“Okay, I’m sorry Izuku. Did your dad cause the fire? Is that why you don’t want to see him?” Aizawa asked as he crouched down in front of him. He blinked at his tears and very calmly nodded as he felt his tears increase. This pressure that had been lifted from his chest and years of regret came back. He felt miserable for causing their demise. If he’d just told them his dad was there it would have been avoided.

Izuku was desperately hugging himself as he rubbed at his eyes as he moved to look at the cat as she meowed and tried to get his attention. He was pleased with her and the comfort she brought. He sniffled as he felt himself to just word vomit from his stress.

“D-dad came home late... We got together to have a belated birthday celebration… The Bakugou’s were gone the week of my birthday and... D-dad was mad..” He whispered as he tried to stop his tears. He could hear his mom’s screams and the way his Aunt yelled for them to run. He wanted to stay safe and just melt away from his trauma.

“He s-started yelling, he was so mad. His throat got hotter and then Momma got hot and she screamed..” Izuku told him as he tried to help the man get an understanding of the situation. He didn’t want to die. He needed to make sure someone, anyone knew what had happened. He wouldn't let his mom become another cold case. That wasn’t fair to her or anyone else they knew in life.

He wanted to stop thinking back on everything. “That must have been rough, little listener.” Present Mic said softly as the man got closer. He was quietly rubbing his eyes as he gave a very nervous sniffle. He nodded a little before he looked from the blonde to the black-haired man. “How about we eat and get you into a shower?” The man offered.

Izuku nodded in response as he looked at his feet. Suna jumped off his shoulder and onto the couch, meowing about probably the fact she was hungry. It made the most amount of sense with how late it was and the fact she moved at the mention of eating. He got to his feet and sniffled as he saw the pro on the floor stand, his knees popping as he moved before he went ahead with heading into the kitchen.

Following, the pre-teen quietly rubbed his eyes and tried his best to keep up. He was tired after his panic on top of the whole conversation. He sat down at the table and anxiously kicked his legs before a bowl of ramen was placed in front of him. He gave a very tired sound before smiling. He said thank you before using chopsticks to begin to eat the noodles and the cooked egg that had been placed inside. He was pretty sure his meal had more protein to it but it made some sense.

He ended up getting pretty drowsy as he ate, finishing up a decent amount of his meal before being unable to continue. He wasn’t used to such heavy meals as he managed to sit up. Izuku rubbed at his eyes as he was led into the house. He was drained as he stepped into the bathroom. He noticed the change of clothes inside and he went ahead and nodded as he gained some understanding.

He felt calm as he stepped forward and moved to figure out the shower. He managed to get the water warm before he stripped and got into the shower. It was nice to feel clean and warm for the first time in a while. He felt the water soak his poorly cut curls, the grime cleaning off his body and making his curls brighter and not nearly black.

His skin was darker than normal because of the dirt, and the ungodly amount of sunshine he’s gotten, but naturally, he had an almond nude color to him along with his warm undertones. It felt weird to see his skin clean and not covered in dirt but it felt nice to see all his freckles when normally they were seemingly only on his face.

He loved his skin. Yeah, he wasn’t as dark as his mom. She was African and Japanese while his dad was Puerto Rican with some Japanese heritage down his family tree. His mom had been fine with his dad’s love of his culture but he always talked down on her. He thought his child was darker than he wanted. His dad had been more of a honey while his mom had a nice deep hazelnut color.

When Izuku got out of the shower, feeling refreshed with a clean body He sniffled as saw his body in the mirror. He looked a lot like his mom to the point it made him cry. He really missed having her cuddles and being able to have her take care of his hair. She would even cut it when he said he was a boy. A small sob left him but he was quick to quiet down and calm himself.

He left the room calmly when he finished getting dressed. Suna was sitting down and waiting for him in front of the bathroom as he stepped out. He softly scooped her up and began to pet her. The cat was nice and gentle as she moved up to his shoulder. He was tired and he ended up letting Aizawa lead him to a guest room. Izuku fell asleep shortly after crawling into the bed. He felt comfortable in bed. It was nice to have a proper sleeping place for once.

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Izuku hadn’t expected the two to keep him, but here he was at 15 with two dads and plenty of aunts and uncles. He was going to Ua. He had cried when his acceptance letter had come in and when they found out he had passed his tests. He was the next holder of Ofa because All Might had managed to see him sparring with his dad and it impressed him. He had been told he’d asked Nezu about ‘the short fighter.’ According to his papa, the pro had thought he was promising and just wanted to know if he had a good spirit.

He was mad at first, considering the Stoat had given out his personal information. He didn’t like talking about the past at all and he knew his family understood that. He kinda wished the man had tried to speak to him himself. It would have at least been nice to give him the option to share his values and past.

He was glad he met him though. Izuku got a chance to be a hero and his dad would never get him here. He was happy with his new family and Suna had become his cat with how attached she was to him. He loved that cat since she reminded him of his mom which was a weird thing. Either way, it was nice to have an emotional support animal and she’s honestly blossomed into the role.

He was pretty pleased with being with his dads. Honestly, his family was wonderful even if it wasn’t what others would consider perfect. He was sitting in the living room, tinkering with some gadget he’d found in the support classroom. Izuku would consider himself an experimental person. He liked to mess with electronics and, even though he was in the hero course, the support course had always interested him. A part of him thinks it’s because of his quirk. He can see where things are overheating or malfunctioning due to the change it showed.

He was honestly just enjoying using his hands and trying to manage to figure out ways to make his body able to contain his new quirk. It wasn’t going well but it was a good way to train his brain and allow him to work through his times of hyper-focusing on things important things. He was pretty happy with what he was doing as his Papa walked out to the living room and handed him an Onigiri.

Izuku eagerly put his work down to eat at it as he looked over to see what the blonde was wanting. He could see that he wanted to talk about something. “Your dad is thinking about having you sit out of his stealth exercise tomorrow.” He said simply.

The teen looked up at him, appalled that his dad would even suggest that. “What?! Why?” He asked in response before taking another bite from his food. He didn’t even notice the fact it had warm pork inside.

“Sho’ knows where you are with stealth, plus none of them would be able to hide from you. Your dad wants to figure out where your peers are and then throw you into the mix on a later date.” His papa explained simply. He smiled a little in response, feeling his dad lurking in the hallway behind him. He didn’t even look away from his food before calming out of the black-haired man.

“Or maybe he’s scared he’ll get his ass kicked by his son.” Izuku said simply as he grinned a little. His dad was quick to intervene in his choice of words.

“Watch your language, and no. I want your classmates to shit themselves when they think they’ve gotten better only to get caught by you.” His dad stated plainly, his smirk most definitely not well hidden behind his scarf.

He smiled as he moved back to his tinkering as his dad sat down on the couch. Suna trod into the living room and proceeded to climb up onto his shoulders. He was used to the cat as she curled up. He went ahead and worked on having her be nice and comfortable. He sat there with a pleasant smile on his face as he worked until his dads practically forced him to go to bed. He had school tomorrow after all.

He changed pretty easily, making sure his binder was off and that he had another one clean for tomorrow. He was happy to be curled up in his bed with Suna bundled up against his back. He was very pleased with her touch as he relaxed. He couldn’t wait to talk with Uraraka about their exercise. He adores stealth even if he won’t be participating in the event. He could be spectating at the very least.

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Watching as his classmates failed their stealth test was amazing. He felt bad but at least none of them seemed to be upset. Izuku knew how to spar and he’d kicked Kacchan’s ass the first time they spared. He wasn’t great with some things but at the very least he was more informed than his classmates. It shouldn’t take long for them to catch up.

His range had been increased so if he closed his eyes he could see everyone sources from the waiting room. He was able to observe from the screen but he can’t actually see sources through them so closing his eyes was more comfortable than anything. He liked seeing his dad rush around the structures quickly approaching others before they would, seemingly, get scared.

He was laughing with them as his classmates returned. Mina had pouted at first before she burst into laughter as well. Izuku was chatting with his friends as his dad looked for Hagakure. It wasn’t surprising how she was a bit of a struggle, she was invisible, but his dad was on her tail from the look of it. She may be invisible but she wasn’t silent or anything.

He was smiling, watching as Kacchan argued with Kirishima. From what he’d been told, the Kirishima’s had fostered him so they had a sibling bond. It was nice to see him having a good life despite the past. He still remembered how the blonde struggled not to start crying when he walked into the classroom. Katsuki had recognized him and immediately was all over him. It was nice to see his childhood friend. He took notice of the burn that spread across his nose, one end peaking up under his left eye while the other merged down his right cheek, stopping right at his jawline.

He had struggled not to cry himself, knowing his biological father had permanently scarred his face. Izuku knew it had been weird for their fellow classmates to see how he couldn’t help touching the scar, confirming that it was real to him but also letting him to accept what happened. Now they all were peas in a pod. The whole class was like a family and he adored having them. The USJ had been frightening but it brought them closer.

An alarm sounded before too long, at first they thought it was showing the end of their exercise but when it continued to ring everyone was reminded of when the reporters broke in. Izuku was quick to move and check the camera. His dad had Hagakure, he knew they were both safe, so he took to checking the heat sources. He worked through them discounting ones he recognized before he felt his heart slip into his throat. His eyes shot open and he turned to look at his peers before moving to pull out his phone.

Izuku could feel his eyes burning with tears as he shook. He was scared. His dad was here, his bio one not his new dads. He was typing out a message to his Papa before the school went into lockdown. They were all locked up in the supervision room before Momo started to take charge with Iida right by her side. He would be helping but he hated this. He felt like he did all those years ago when his family died. “Midoriya! Can you maybe get access to the school's cameras?”

He turned to look at the black-haired girl before nodding and moving to sit down and mess with the technology. She must have seen him with the support kids, he helped with some of their coding and such. He knew how to hack, Nezu had thought it would be a good skill, so he didn’t take very long to get where he needed to. Momo was instructing his peers to protect the room, making sure the doors were secured even though they were on lockdown.

“Is it anyone from the USJ?” Kacchan asked him pretty swiftly. He knew that his friend remembered his quirk so it wasn’t surprising.

“No, it's not,” Izuku said quickly before he looked over and he could see the moment it clicked in his mind.

He watched as narrow red eyes became wide and blazing. He knew his friend was madder about the past than he was. Izuku was pissed at his dad too but the fear was stronger than that anger. “That bastard.” The blonde said quickly before he turned and looked towards the doors. “Where is he?”

“Kacchan, you can’t go fight him,” Izuku told him quickly as he clicked through the cameras. He went from the East wing to the right, checking each camera and following any flames he could find. He felt more on edge the closer he got to clearing most of the school. He began to check the outside cameras, not enjoying the trail that led toward where they were. Most of the school seemed unharmed other than his papa’s classroom.

His pa had gotten his students out and they were in the auditorium with a few other classes. He could feel the protective nature of the cameras and relaxed at seeing a decent amount of people fine. Midnight was looking for the attacker while Vlad had a few students putting out the fires.

“Who Midoriya?” Izuku heard Uraraka ask as he turned. His classmates were all concerned but also fierce. He knew they didn’t know the story, just that he was adopted, Kacchan knew the reason behind it, and, by connection, so did Kirishima. He couldn’t help feeling protected by his friends. They seemed to at least get the idea he knew who was attacking the school.

“T-the main campus is fine. He’s after me, at least that makes the most amount of sense.” He admitted as he glanced over at Katsuki before the blonde sighed and removed his mask.

“The dick who gave me this fucking scar, Kacchan said abruptly as he looked back at him. “The nerd’s sperm donor.” He added on seeing the confusion on his friends' faces. Some seemed surprised but a few looked as if they already knew who had done that. It would make sense after all. Todoroki out of all their peers seemed downright pissed as he stepped forward and spoke up.

“How does he know you're here?” The dual-colored teen asked as he seemed more defensive and protective. Izuku knew why. Todoroki’s dad wasn’t a good man either, even if he was a pro-hero. His friend had told him a bit of the story, so he understood some of it.

“Well, his quirk is called Fire Breath but it is more of a dragon quirk.” He explained as he turned back to the cameras, clicking through them before a figure showed up on the screen. He recognized those scrappy black curls with a single glance and felt himself freeze up. Izuku shook his head before turning back to his friends. “Dragons have hordes. Before the… incident, my mom and I were that. Now it’s money but… if he lost his current horde then-” Jiro was quick to finish his sentence.

“He’ll try and find any remains. He’s looking for you because he doesn’t have anything else.” She said before looking towards the camera.

“And he’s not gonna be happy to find you surrounded by random people. On top of that, the last time he was near him he nearly killed me, killed my parents, and killed his mom.” Katsuki broke into the conversation again before looking back at Izuku. “You can’t hide this time, I don’t blame you for what happened nerd. He will not stop till he finds you.”

“I know.” He said simply. He knew his dad wasn’t gonna stop. He never did when he wanted something, that was how his dad always was. He was about to continue and respond before a loud yell broke the tense conversation they were having.

Izuku recognized the voice but he kept quiet as he turned back to check the cameras “Aizawa and Hagakure are both safe. They just went into a locker room.” He told them, feeling how his classmates seemed more determined at knowing the only two that were unaccounted for were safe. His phone buzzed as he looked toward the object before checking the message. His dad was checking in on them, his message was concerning but he was quick to read what it said.

“We saw the attacker, he’s heading towards the observation room. You need to get everyone out or you all need to make sure he can’t get in. Don’t get yourselves killed.” Izuku felt an anxious smile spread across his lip as he looked up. He was worried about his new family but he had to trust his dad was safe. He knew the man would be out helping if it wasn’t for the fact he had their classmate and seemed unsure of the situation. His dad may be a pro but he wasn’t an idiot, the man knew when not to take risks.

Izuku took a moment to close his eyes and focus on his surroundings. His bio dad was getting closer to them by the second. He was quick to bark out orders, trying his best to decrease the amount of possible surprise and injury. “Todoroki! Freeze around the doors, if it starts to melt we’ll know he’s near. Momo, can you make a fire extinguisher and a fire safety blanket, we might need to cover others with it.” He was trying his best to be a leader, he may not be class president but he had been at first. His peers looked up to him at least a little bit and that’s all he needs.

Todoroki took to freezing things to the wall, he said that if something dropped it would be more alert and less likely to be ignored. Momo had two extinguishers, one for each door. Shoji held one while the other was in Uraraka’s hands; she had been pretty adamant about her getting to use one. He figured they’d be prepared as he closed his eyes once more, focusing on any heat source outside of the room. He found Aizawa and Hagakure rather easily before he felt the all-too-familiar warmth. He could smell burning flesh and taste iron. His father had always wreaked of death.

He was scared but he had his friends and new family. They wouldn’t let him hurt him but, at the same time, he didn’t want his father to hurt them. If that man laid a hand on any of them, or tried to finish what he started, Izuku wouldn’t let him go so easily. This time he refuses to hide. This time he will save his family. His father won’t ruin his life further.

The tension in the room as they waited was thick. Having his eyes closed was frightening but at the same time, he also had the advantage of knowing where their pursuer was. He was trying his best to ignore his fear, letting anger and resentment flood back into their place. He was so mad at his father. The man had taken his mom and ruined his childhood. He refused to be another victim of the man’s horrid game.

His father’s source was swirling with anger. He was pissed beyond hell and back. Izuku would have been scared if it wasn’t for the fact he’s had enough of his dad’s bull shit. The warmth of his throat was screaming with torturous heat. Bright yellow, nearly white, was so heavy he could feel it from down the hall. Izuku shot his eyes open and moved to look around the room, speaking up in warning to his peers. “He’s coming.”

“Not too long now,” Jiro added as she pulled her ear jack from the wall. They had their practical exams soon, this was at least good practice for them even if it was a threatening situation. He was relieved to find his friends were prepared, turning to spread out to make an assault harder. After all, if all your targets were bundled together it was easy to take them down in one attack.

The ice on the walls had begun to melt as the heat got closer. Most of the class was sweating when it was expected they’d freeze because of the thick frost. Todoroki was trying his best to cool the room down, not wanting everyone to get heat stroke. It didn’t take long before a low voice broke through the tension: stern, heavy, and familiar. “Izumi.”

He could feel the puzzling wave that washed over the class before the ice began to swiftly replace it as the voice continued. “Come out and I won’t hurt anyone. I promise, Izumi.” Izuku hated hearing that name. He could see the anger flooding through Katsuki’s face and all it took was a pointed glare to get him to keep his mouth shut. He stepped closer to the door, noting how Todoroki did as well. He knew that his friend had a high heat resistance, and he did too, so he wasn’t gonna tell him off.

He understood the need to be protective. His friend was pissed with what was happening, but he planned on taking his dad on. He didn’t wanna have anyone to deal with his dad’s manipulation and stupid tactics. He knew them better than anyone else. He rubbed his eyes before he took a deep stressed breath and stepped closer to the door as it was forced open. His green eyes met with red, then glared pretty harshly in response to seeing him. He watched as his father looked him over. His eyes were lingering on his hair and his form and he may be a little more fem-looking than he’d like.

“It’s Izuku, Hisashi.” He said sternly as he watched the man’s blood boil. His dad looked absolutely fuming at his short hair. He knew the man had despised it when he was younger. He could see his throat bubble up with heat, turning a building white. He took a deep breath before speaking up. His own anger was starting to rise to the surface along with his fear and anguish for what his dad was a reminder of.

“Why are you here.” He said simply it was more of a statement than anything else since he knew why but he just wanted him to leave. “Did you enter a hero school to just scare the shit out of me?” He added as he went ahead and stepped back. He could feel the temperature drop as Todoroki clearly prepared for him to try anything. He wanted the man to just leave. Heat sources told him that people were working towards them all, and he recognized his Papa and his new family as they got closer.

“Izumi, I’m here to end what you started. I figured I'd be courteous and let you explain why you’ve been avoiding me. I’m your father after all.” Izuku couldn’t help the bubbling frustration that built up. He was so done with his father’s bullshit after all these years.

He held his posture sternly as he stepped forward. “You don’t even know my name!” Izuku snapped at him as he crossed his arms and glared. He could feel ofa burning under his skin, threatening to flair up as he continued.

“You don’t even know your name!” Hisashi called out. He was so done with his father and he wanted his mom so badly, but he was the reason she was gone.

“Yes, I do! My name is Izuku!” He swore at him before Kacchan spoke up.

“Izuku isn’t Izumi. Izumi is dead and Izuku is in her place. Izuku is your son!” The blonde told him as he glared and stepped forward. “But you are no father,” Katsuki told the man as he glared and continued to stay back at least for the other teen.

He could see the way Kacchan wanted to fight. It was pretty obvious that he was still very mad about the past. It made sense. His best friend had to watch both his parents die and his mother’s death. “We are family! We can be a family again!” His father said swiftly as he reached to try and grab his shoulder.

Izuku pulled away and shook his head as adrenaline rushed through him. He wanted Hisashi to just go away. He let his body light up, ofa leaking from his pores and dancing across his skin. He looked so pissed as he spoke up.

”We stopped being a family the moment you killed my mother.” He told him. Venom was lacing every word that left his mouth. He saw the man falter in front of him. This excuse of a man was somehow a husband and a father. He didn’t see it anymore. He was confused by his momma’s appeal for him, but he wasn’t gonna blame her. Love was a strange thing. He had no doubt that his father's love was truly just obsession.

“Just leave me alone! I hate you!” Izuku swore as he moved to stand in defense of his friends and classmates. He refused to let anyone else he cared for be a victim of this bastard. He could feel his confusion, the anger was rising and his throat’s heat moved closer to his mouth. He was just about to dive out of the way before a block of ice encased his father’s face, a small huff leaving the man right before it was cut off. He didn’t expect it so he couldn’t help the strangled laugh that escaped his own throat.

His sudden laughter seemed to help the tension that had filled the room snap and bleed out the open door as Kacchan joined him before his peers added to the wave of sound. He was smiling brightly at his friends' clear joy, happy they could at least respond positively in just a stupid situation. He took a few deep breaths to allow his need to squeal with humor to die down before he looked over.

Izuku may be livid with his father, well beyond furious, but he also knew how to recognize when a battle was won. He knew his father was powerless in this situation. This entire room was full of heroes in training, after all, he’d have to be suicidal to try attacking them in their environment.

“Just give up peacefully and I won’t sick my family on you.” He told the man. Izuku got closer as his father tried to claw at the ice in his mouth and force it to break. It wasn’t really working cause it wasn’t like he was that physically strong. He stepped forward and grabbed his wrists, bringing them behind his donor's back without any effort. Ofa was still dancing across his skin and through his cells. He was way stronger than him right now either way.

He pinned him down, making sure the position would be nearly impossible to escape from. He had his knee pushed against the base of his back as he held his hands against his neck and shoulder blades. Kacchan was swift to help him as Todoroki moved to leave the room, calling out that the attacker was apprehended.

Izuku could feel his tension slipping away. It seemed like everything had started back up again but he didn’t remember when it had stopped. It could have been when his mom died but that doesn’t feel right. He has a feeling it’s been stopped for a lot longer. How long? He can’t tell, but it might have been when his dad refused him. Called him a little girl despite so much reminding. If he was honest, it would make sense. It marked the beginning of his family’s end.

He shook his head as they got up, Sero having tapped him up to prevent any chance of escaping. It didn’t take too long before his dad and Hagakure made their way into the room, the former of the two swiftly wrapping up the perpetrator in his scarf. He was at least glad he was safe as his Papa burst into the room as well, ignoring the shocked sounds from his peers when Yamada began to fuss over him.

Izuku was well used to his Papa’s protectiveness. It was normally his dad he was with when they needed to be protective but he knew full well the blonde was more viscous when it involved his family. He was at least glad to be near his safe sources as he pretty much melted into the coddling. He was fine with it in this situation at least.

Since no one was hurt, his parents seemed content with not leaving a kick or two on his donor, but also he could see the urge they had to scold and practically kill the man. Cementoss ended up meeting them halfway through campus and took Hisashi from them, no doubt to be handed into the authorities, but he couldn’t help immediately hugging Katsuki once it was over. They were safe and he could never hurt them again. Izuku couldn’t wait to visit his mom’s grave this weekend. She’d be happy to know that he was imprisoned and that they finally got justice. Even if they aren’t here to experience it.

#bnha fanfiction #bnha #mha #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #inko midoriya #dead inko midoriya #hisashi midoriya #hurt/comfort #long reads

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icanbeyoursunshine · 3 years

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hey mama VIII

Kim Y/N was alright. She was fine. And she was, finally after nearly four years, over her ex. Kind of a hard task when the ex in question is more or less plastered everywhere.

Jeon Jungkook here, Jeon Jungkook there.

And it didn't help much that her sister was Kim Yu-Ri, singer of the rookie girlgroup 'moonshine'. So when her sister's band is supposed to collab with BTS...things might go south.

Oh, and there was this minor detail as well: Jeon Jungkook can never EVER find out about three year old Kim Ri-Ah. His daughter.

part eight: previous l next

“Hello”, Ri-ah said, grinning from one ear to the other.

“Well hello there”, Jimin chuckled. The little girl had made her way over to the boys with a purposeful stride that looked way to mature for a toddler.

“I’m Kim Ri-ah”, she lifted her chin, looking Jimin straight into his eyes, all serious. Jimin, Jungkook and Yoongi tried to stifle their laughter, the girl was adorable, while the other boys smiled.

“Who are you?”, the girl asked then, cocking her head to the side, while shuffling closer to them, plopping down between Jimin and Jungkook. “Mama said people have to introduce themselves and I did so now it's your turn”, she mumbled.

Jimin broke out into laughter, the other boys following. “Your mama’s right, I’m Park Jimin. Nice to meet you”, Ri-ah nodded seriously, shaking his outstretched hand and turning abruptly to the man on the other side next to her. Jungkook grinned as the toddler's ponytails flew through the air.

“And you?”

“I’m Jeon Jungkook”, the maknae introduced himself, taking her small hand into his tattoed one and shaking it softly.

“Jeon Jungkook?”, the girl repeated his name, trying out how it sounded coming from her. Jungkook nodded, smiling widely at the toddler's cuteness.

“I like your smile”, Ri-ah said, still holding onto his hand. Jungkook could hear Jimin coo next to her.

“Yeah?”, Jungkook chuckled, “I bet your smile’s pretty too, let me see”, with his free hand he softly started tickling her side. Ri-ah giggled loudly, wiggling away from his hand while holding on to the other.

“See! That’s a pretty smile if I’ve ever seen one!”, Jungkook laughed affectionately but then stopped. He heard the other boys agreeing, but he was too busy freezing up to react. She had the exact same smile. He was looking at her, the little girl’s eyes on him, shining with glee, a big smile on her face with her nose all scrunched up like a bunny. Just like his smile, his band members liked to jokingly tease him about. So this is what his kid would look like? He swore he could feel his heartbeat stutter. Of course he had talked about children with his members, hell, some of them wanted a whole soccer team of children, but now, seeing Ri-ah, who somehow looked like him, like his actual child, made his heart ache with longing.

“No wonder you like her smile”, Jimin laughed, poking his dongsaeng in his ribs, “you have the same one!”

Jungkook nodded absentmindedly, his focus still completely on Ri-ah, who was staring back.

“Are you my daddy?”, she suddenly asked. Someone choked on their drink in the background, but Jungkook paid them no mind. “What?”

“Are you my daddy?”, Ri-ah repeated, scooching closer to him and not breaking eye contact, “because my mama told me I have the same smile as my dad.”

Her free hand found its way to Jungkook’s cheek, pulling the side of his mouth upwards while giggling. “You have the same smile as I do.”

“I- no- that’s”, Jungkook sputtered, carefully pushing the little girls hand away from his face. He sighed then, he didn’t have to look up to know that his entire band was staring at them wordlessly. “No, I’m pretty sure I’m not. Don’t you have a daddy already?”

Ri-ah shook her head energetically, “Nope. I have my mama, my auntie Yu-ri”, she pointed to the moonshine girls, and particularly, to Kim Yu-ri. Jungkook froze. Y/N’s sister, “and uncle Jackie, that’s it. Oh and my grandpa and grandma but they’re on vacation at the moment, they are far, far, faaaaaar away but sometimes they-”, the girl kept talking but Jungkook was still frozen.

Auntie Yu-ri? Y/N was Yu-ri’s only sister, which meant- which meant that Y/N was Ri-ah’s mother. But no, you didn’t have a brother. Jackie? Jack- Oh god, Jackson Wang. Jungkook’s fingers pressed into his jeans clad thigh. Y/N was friends with Jackson Wang. He knew that because they had met through him and the two had clicked immediately, only platonically. Which meant that she really was Ri-ah’s-

“So are you my daddy?”, Ri-ah asked again, this time a bit impatient while stealing glances behind Jungkook.

“I- Ri-ah-”, the young man stuttered, staring at the girl in awe and ache. She squeezed his hand softly, still intertwined in his and Jungkook felt like crying.

Could this be possible? He knew that Y/N wasn’t one to sleep around much and they had broken up nearly four years ago which would have been a few months before Ri-ah’s birth and- god, did she look like him. Was he her daddy? Suddenly he didn’t know who wanted the answer to this question more. Ri-ah or him?

“Ri-ah!”, a woman exclaimed, rushing over to them. Yu-ri. “Sweetheart, I told you to stay next to us!” The woman picked the girl up, settling her on her hip, Ri-ah’s hand being ripped away from his.

“I’m sorry Jungkook-ssi”, she turned to the man, bowing slightly but not looking particularly sorry or friendly, just passive aggressive. “I had to babysit her today and she can be kinda sneaky when she wants to”, she frowned playfully at her niece and then turned back to Jungkook, all serious again.

“I hope she didn’t bother you?”, she said questiongly. Like she wanted to know what he and Ri-ah had talked about. He frowned slightly. Did she want to hide something from him? Something like that he was a father? Before he could say something, or shout at her because oh god did he want to know the truth, Yoongi interrupted them.

“No worries, Yu-ri-ssi, Ri-ah was no bother at all, she’s adorable. Jungkook”, Yoongi’s tone got serious, “can we talk outside for a sec?”

The maknae nodded absentmindedly, still staring at Ri-ah on Yu-ri’s arm. “Sure”, he mumbled and turned away then, apparently he would have to wait to get his answer. But, and Jungkook clenched his jaw, he would get his answer.

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 3 years

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My Brother

Summary: When Inko is fifteen she is handed a picture of her and a blonde boy. She asks who it is. "Your brother. Your parents gave him up because he was Quirkless." Inko spends the next part of her life looking for her brother, only for her son to pull him into her house one day, announcing he found Uncle Toshinori.

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When Inko was fifteen, her aunt pulled her to the side and handed her a photo. The photo featured her as a little baby, green hair showing above her head, dressed in a little jumper with a pacifier in her mouth. She’s being held awkwardly by a blond boy with big blue eyes, a big grin across his face.

“Who’s this?” She asked her aunt, curious.

“Your brother.” Her aunt told her.

“What?” Inko asked. She looked at the photo again. “Is… what happened?” She asked her aunt, clutching it in her hand.

“Your parents waited for his Quirk. He didn’t have one.” Her aunt told her, blunt. Her aunt’s hands were threaded together, clutching each other. “They didn’t like that.”

“... but they work with Quirkless Discrimination agencies. They donate money to…” Inko began but her mind began clicking, thinking.

Her father’s slight sneer when talking about Quirkless people when they were home, just the family. Her mother’s muttering about donating money being a pain.

“... they’re pretending.” She whispered. Her aunt nodded.

“They are. Its status, it’s trendy. Pretending you aren’t a bigot.” Her aunt shrugged. Inko didn’t want to believe. She gave the photo back anyway when her aunt asked her.

She had to talk to them.

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“YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A BUNCH OF LIARS!” She screamed at her father. “He was my brother-“

“He was useless to us!” Her father snapped. “Quirkless- worth nothing in the long run. Your useless Quirk at least makes you a viable bride-“

“GO TO HELL!” She screamed and ran up to her room.

“Calm down, she’ll understand. He wasn’t worth it.”

Screw that. She grabbed her cell phone and called her aunt.

“Auntie, can you bring your truck?”

“Of course.”

It didn’t take long for Inko to pack up what she needed. She ignored the knocking of her mother when it happened and she waited.

Her aunt showed up.

“Haruka! Why are you here?” She heard from downstairs and came down, carrying a few bags.

“The rest are upstairs. I refuse to be in a house of hypocrites.” Her parents didn’t like it, yelling she was overreacting.

Her threat to tell everyone the truth about her brother had them letting her go.

Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe. She thought so the moment she got in her aunt’s big grey truck, the one she used to deliver things. She looked to the front door where her parents were glaring at her aunt who stood with her arms crossed.

Her tall aunt, blonde hair hanging down her back, like her brother’s, Inko’s father. She was tall, tough. Inko looked up to her. Ever since she was a little kid and her aunt had thrown her father into a wall when he’d dared hit Inko.

“You treat your kid right or I’ll hurt you.” She’d threatened.

Inko blinked, mind going to many incidents in her life where her aunt had stepped in to stop them from hurting Inko. Where her aunt had told her to not listen to her mother who picked at her appearance, where her aunt had snuck her food when her mother forced her into a diet. Where her aunt had given her money and helped her open a bank account her parents had no control over and had fought with her parents who tried to demand she give them the information.

Sitting in the truck, she realized that maybe… the fact they would do that, lie like that… that was the final straw.

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Living with her aunt was different. Inko found herself smiling more. Her aunt had a sense of humour that encouraged loud laughter. She never made Inko do anything she didn’t want and even let her drop out of some clubs that her parents had made her go to.

Inko found herself happy for the first time in a long time as she and her aunt tried to find out how to find her brother.

It was hard though. The files weren’t kept and her parents had given up all custody and signed multiple forms. As well, it had been fourteen years back.

Then her aunt got sick. Very sick.

“Cancer,” the doctors told her. “Pancreatic- most likely from all the chemicals she transported over the years.”

Pancreatic. Even in the 23 century, it was impossible to cure. Medical research in cancer and other such diseases had tapered off when Quirks became a thing. More focus was on that for a good fifty years or so. Then after that more focus was on other sorts of diseases brought around by Quirks or researching how to help people affected by Quirks.

“I’m not dying until you’re old enough to be an adult.” Her aunt grunted when Inko asked her how she was feeling. “Eighteen kiddo.” She bared her teeth. “Gotta hold on.”

Inko was eighteen and just finally finished high school when her aunt died. Her aunt had been living at home still, stubborn and refusing to go to hospice.

Inko came home after a night out after graduating high school to find her dead.

The funeral was a hard affair, her parents at least respectful enough to not start anything until after when they tried to get her to move back in with them.

“I was already accepted into university and will be living in the dorms. As well I told them you are not allowed to ever call and change anything about my classes or living arrangements.”

They were so mad and she got a call from the dorm manager who told her that they’d had several calls from them within a week. Each time demanding she not be allowed to room there or threatening them.

None worked. Inko ended up cutting off contact with some help from a friend she made in a study group, Midoriya Hisashi. He was so handsome and kind. He also understood her struggles.

“I grew up in the foster system for a good portion of my life. I got adopted at fourteen and… they weren’t good. Obsessed with the idea of being my parents, burning things I had of my biological parents. They were the sort of abusers who were kind, the ones you don’t realize are hurting you.”

It was like Inko and her own. She didn’t know their controlling behaviours, their actions were abuse.

Not until her aunt and her brother.

Soon after a few heart to hearts, they started dating, something that her roommate Mitsuki loved.

“He’s freaking handsome, you go girl!”

When Inko graduated with a degree in culinary arts, Hisashi proposed while heading to law school.

They got married the summer after. During that time though they discovered that Hisashi’s adopted parents died. Inko made the choice to try and let her own parents back into her life because she saw how much it hurt him.

“He’s so nice honey-“ Her mother said when they got in, stopping at seeing one of the photos in their apartment. Her and her brother.

Inko kept an eye on her mother after that, right up to the time she caught the woman trying to take it down.

“Stop it!”

“He’s not your brother he’s some thing- “ Inko didn’t let her say another word and shoved her out.

She didn’t talk to them again.

“Please don’t regret it,” Hisashi told her.

“I won’t,” Inko told him.

She continued to look for her brother, her husband helping. But it was hard. Harder, even more, when she became pregnant at age 28, just when Hisashi was finishing law school. They took a break, Inko going on maternity leave from the bakery she was working at.

She gave birth to a perfect little boy she loved dearly. Hisashi loved him too, even as his work became demanding. Being part of a hero’s legal team was hard after all. Especially a destructive one like the Empire who could cause earthquakes by accident.

Mitsuki already had a son named Katskii herself and the two hoped their sons would become friends, and it looked like they would though Inko worried. Katsuki was a headstrong little boy who seemed to love bossing others around. He was sometimes mean to Izuku and his meanness was cruel in ways she knew could cause problems.

Mitsuki at least also saw it. But her own parenting didn’t work well.

“My parents used to slap me around,” she told Inko blankly. “My dad once held my head underwater for a minute because I pissed him off. I… I try you know? But… where’s the line?”

“My parents controlled every aspect of my life. They would force me on diest when I was already too thin, would go through my emails and phone. My dad hit me too, but my aunt… she stepped in each time.” Inko told her back. They both knew already, but it was nice to talk about.

When her son, Izuku, was four though she sat in a doctor’s office and heard the worst discussion of Quirklessness in her life.

“That test hasn’t been allowed to diagnose Quirklessness for twenty-years!” she shouted at the doctor. “Blood test, now!” The doctor was pissed and refused so she stomped out with her son, making sure each parent in the waiting room knew the doctor was using outdated medical information before rescheduling an appointment with a different doctor.

Inko was darkly pleased that Dr. Tsubasa ended up being reprimanded and forced to take more classes. There was some issue with his grandson but his parents dealt with that.

Yet, when the blood tests came back, Izuku was diagnosed as Quirkless.

“He has no Quirk himself, though we believe any child he has with a Quirked individual will have a much more powerful Quirk than their other parent.” the doctor said. He was nicer at least. Izuku was so fragile, so small about this as they went home. He watched his favourite hero video, Inko watching from the door to the office.

“...Mama, can I be a hero too?” little Izuku said. Inko felt like breaking down. She didn’t think so. Izuku was so small, so little. And she had never heard about a Quirkless hero. But then she thought of her brother.

“I don’t know sweetie,” she finally admitted. She walked up to him and knelt down, hugging him. “But… I think you can do your best.” It wasn’t enough and she knew it but she also knew too well the Quirkless statistics.

That was the first night she told Izuku about her brother. She showed him the picture and explained.

“I won’t be like my parents,” she promised him. And she wouldn’t. Hisashi promised as well, and the two worked hard to make sure he was happy.

Inko did eventually go back to work when Izuku was five, hoping and praying her son would be okay.

She knew he was lying when he came home with ruined clothes and claimed it was all accidents. She knew he was lying when he tried to claim he was okay. But she couldn’t do anything. Not without actual proof.

She hoped Katsuki was helping her son.

She had a terrible feeling he wasn’t.

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Inko and Hisashi began talking about opening a cafe when Izuku was six. The little boy was all for it, offering ideas and his own thoughts. They were happy. Inko still looked for her brother but she had accepted it might never happen. Izuku dreamed of being a hero. Hisashi was doing well at work.

And then…

Empire accidentally destroyed his own agency. Lost control.

Hisashi didn’t make it.

The large payout from the agency plus the Hero Public Safety Commission was enough for Inko to not have to work for years if they were careful.

It didn’t fix a single thing.

Inko would admit she lost herself for a year, completely unable to think or do anything. She wandered her apartment blankly.

It took her son hiding a broken wrist from her to snap her out of it. She was horrified and she marched into the school to scream at them. She listed exactly what she knew about anti-Quirkless Discrimination laws, and what she could do to them.

Izuku stopped being hurt that bad. But emotional abuse from his peers and teachers was harder to figure out.

Inko began to work on the cafe again, as well as she began helping out at rallies on anti-Quirkist ideas. Inko also made sure Izuku knew he could go to her no matter what, but also tried not to be her parents. She tried not to butt in at any time and let him live his own life.

As he got older she wondered if she should try more. If her hands-off approach was as bad as her own parent’s actions to her.

But she was terrified. She didn’t want to be them.

Inko watched as her son got older, as he got more secretive and worried. She tried to get him into programs but each time she was refused. Or they would let him go but then stop, saying he kept having people come and harass him.

“Then why is it his fault?” she asked them. They shrugged.

It was just easier to get rid of him than others. Izuku got very quiet after that and stopped wanting to do extra things.

She worried and worried and she would look at the photo of her brother. She wondered if the worry she had would be for him as well. If she had grown up with an older brother who was hated, who had to fight to be respected by anyone.

She was pretty sure she’d be more of a mess.

She also imagined though, a tall man coming in to help with Izuku. Who would help fight against the school. Who would be with her through the death of Hizashi.

She often stared at the photograph of her and her brother, wondering what if.

The cafe she started had a copy of the photograph and any person making any Quirkist comments was thrown out in seconds. She provided a safe space for everyone, and she found that by doing so she got a lot of customers from people who struggled to find a place in society.

It attracted other attention to, including a man she was fairly certain was an underground hero who came in with a black jumpsuit, getting the darkest coffee. He was a nice enough man though, and Inko found herself enjoying conversations with him. Mostly about cats or his loud friend she wanted to tell him was hitting on him.

When a loud man came in asking for the ‘regular coffee order’ for the jumpsuit guy she stared him down.

“Ask him out, we’re all done with his pining.” The man spluttered. “He talks about you nonstop. I don’t know his name, he pays with cash. He has mentioned you though enough I can recognize you on site. Ask him out please.”

Shuichi, one of the cafe workers snorted. “We’re all done. Please just date him already.” The lizard-like teen continued to work while the blonde spluttered but did leave with the regular coffee and an order for himself.

A week later both showed up, holding hands.

“Yay! The pinning is over!” Shuichi said from where he was trying to help Izuku with math, his angry mutters about how the teachers were purposely fudging his grades making Inko plan another trip to the school to threaten them.

“Yay!” Izuku laughed, the nine-year-old grinning at the nasty look he got. “You don’t scare me. I saw you sneak a cat in here in your scarf.”

Inko found herself laughing harder than ever that night, and the two- Shouta and Hizashi- became friends of the family.

As time continued to tick by, even with moments like the one where she made friends with the two she kept worrying. As Izuku got more and more nervous about school, as she saw scars he kept claiming she was mistaken about. As Mitsuki began whispering her worries over her son and how the school seemed to not worry over his anger or his attitude, as they seemed to ignore it.

She tried to talk to him but didn’t know what to do. She felt lost.

Then, he was fourteen and came home with a smile on his face and a spark in his eyes. He spoke happily and told her of his plan to start working out soon. She smiled and told him she was proud. It was March, nearing the end of his second year of middle school and she was happy he was happy.

A week into his spring vacation, he opened the door to the apartment holding the hand of a tall blonde man. She frowned.

“Izuku?” she asked him before she got a good look at the man. Her eyes widened at seeing that face.

“Mom… I found uncle Toshinori.”

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Is Shuichi who you think it is? Yes. Originally I was like: this is just an AU where it just so happens All Might is Inko’s brother but then my brain went: okay but- so Spinner is good in this AU as he managed to find a job with Inko and is the older brother figure to Izuku.

Hope you guys liked this! Next part would be a One Shot from All Might's perspective then we actually get the story-story from Izuku's!

#bnha au #bnha #my hero academia #inko midoriya #midoirya izuku #uncle all might #all might #erasermic #uncle might

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bts-reveries · 4 years

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mini me | 28

+ photos! <3

“Hello,” you say when you open the sliding door to finally let Taehyung in.

“You’re mean,” he pouts, walking through the door and wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulders.

“K-Kim Taehyung! My legs!” You yell in panic when he leans all his weight on you, causing you to stumble, falling on your butt and dragging him down with you.

“Ah!” You yell.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” he says, getting up quickly to help you up. You couldn’t help but laugh as you grab his hands.

“It’s okay, you should’ve warned me,” you laugh.

“Are you okay auntie,” Sian asks as he watched the whole thing.

“Yes Sianie, I’m fine,” you tell him. He then walks over to Taehyung, slapping him on the arm.

“Stop being mean to her,” he says as he walked out of the sliding door. A juice box in his hand.

“Wow you turned one of my nephews against me,” Taehyung tells you with a straight face. You laugh, shrugging.

“Sorry babe,” you say, tippy toeing to place a kiss on his cheek. You quickly slipped past him afterwards to join everyone outside.

“I literally just came back from there!” Taehyung calls out as he watches you leave. He groans, walking out into the yard once again.

“Sian, where are you going?” You ask as you watch the little boy run off. He points by the lake and you see Jungkook and Rina skipping rocks together.

“Okay, be careful though buddy,” you tell him, making sure he got to where his parents were at safely.

“Yoongi and Seokjin hyung are making dinner, the Park family are taking a walk over there,” Taehyung tells you as he walked over to where you stood, pointing far into the field. “Namjoon hyung, Byul, and Moonji are reading over there,” he points to a picnic table by the water. “Hoseok is with Huimang somewhere, I don’t really know where though.” You nod, you didn’t tell him that you were looking for anyone, but you were wondering about it. The rest of the group which were Mae and her kids, Sohyun and Hana, Sarang, and your son, were running around in the field in front of you.

“Uncle Tae!” Soojin and Hana call, running towards Taehyung.

“Auntie Yn!” Minseok calls, Haneul was running by his side, holding to his older brother’s hand.

“Mommy you came out!” Youngjae yells, laughing as the three little boys run towards you, knocking you over. Taehyung bursts out laughing as he picks up the two girls, carrying one on each side.

“Be careful you two, Auntie Yn’s legs are made out of jelly right now,” Taehyung tells them.

“Yummy!” Haneul says, licking his lips.

“Sian!” Rina calls as the three of them are looking for rocks to skip over the lake.

“I found a heart!” He yells as he runs through the rocks.

“Be careful!” Rina says as she walks towards him, afraid he’ll fall and hurt himself over the rocks.

“Look!” Sian says, handing her a rock. Rina laughs as he gives her the “heart” he found.

“Hey babe!” Rina calls out to Jungkook. He was busy skipping rocks to notice the two.

“Sianie found your heart,” she laughs out. Jungkook turns around confused.

“Huh?” He says, walking over to them both.

“I found a heart rock,” Sian said proudly.

“Let me see,” Jungkook says, looking over the rock Rina was taking a photo of.

“We should give daddy his heart back,” she says, handing it to Jungkook.

“Are you saying my heart’s made out of stone,” Jungkook says, taking the rock from her.

Rina giggles. “Duh.”

Jungkook drops the rock and wraps his arms around Rina, starting to tickle her.

“You’re saying I don’t have feelings,” he questions, “huh?” Rina burst out laughing, trying to pry his hands away from her body.

“Go away!” She laughs. Jungkook and her were just laughing at one another, clearly having some fun.

“Obviously,” Sian says, annoyed. “You lost my rock!” He complains, squatting on the floor, trying to find where his dad dropped the rock he found him.

“Waah, look Gyu,” Jimin points out, squatting down when he saw a little lizard.

“No no no,” Gyu says, backing up and hugging Yuna’s legs.

“Don’t be scared, it’s just a little friend,” Yuna reassures him, trying to get Mingyu closer to his dad.

“No no,” he mumbles. No has been his favorite word recently.

“Okay you want to go walk more?” Yuna asks. Little Mingyu nods, already running off.

“He’s really growing up so fast isn’t he,” Jimin says, getting up and walking towards Yuna, intertwining his hands with hers.

She pouts at what Jimin says. “Yeah…. But we should save that for later and catch up to him because he is getting too far,” she rushes, running after her son while pulling Jimin along with him.

“YAH PARK MINGYU!”

“What does this say,” Moonji asks, pointing to her book and showing her dad. Namjoon looks over her book.

“Moon,” he tells her. Moonji’s eyes light up and her jaw drops.

“That’s my name!”

“Almost,” Namjoon tells her, smiling down at his daughter as he looked down at her book with pure joy.

“I’m in the book, look!” She tells Byul.

“You are! Isn’t that so cool?” she says. Moonji nods, scooting closer to Byul and showing her her book.

“Can you read it for me please,” she asks sweetly.

“Aww, of course baby,” Byul says, putting a bookmark in her book and setting in aside. “Come sit on my lap,” she says, picking up Moonji and setting her on her lap.

“Start from the beginning!” Moonji says excitedly, kicking her little feet, making Byul laugh.

“Okay okay,” she says. Namjoon looks over his book at them and he couldn’t help but smile at this wholesome moment.

“We have to read quietly though so daddy can focus on his book okay?”

“No it’s fine, I want to hear too,” Namjoon says, putting a bookmark in and closing his book as well, setting that aside.

“Okay, so let’s begin…”

“Daddy look!” Huimang pointed, running after a little squirrel. A worried expression was written over Hoseok’s face.

“Aigoo-- Hope-ah, don’t follow it, it might attack you,” he says, afraid to go near her.

“No, squirrels are nice!” She says, squatting down and looking at the small creature.

“No, no they’re not, let’s go,” he says, holding out his hand for his daughter to grab.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says as she turns around, looking angry. “If you got attacked we’d both be sad and then I’d be scared of what your mom will do to me if she finds out I let you get eaten by a squirrel.”

“I’m too big to be eaten,” she mumbles, kicking at the ground as she holds onto her dad’s hand. Both of them were walking back to where everyone else was at.

“No you’re not,” he says. “You’re still by little Hopie,” he says in a high voice, smiling down at his daughter.

“I’m not,” she says, looking up at him.

“You’re like 7, you really wanna mess with me?”

“And you’re afraid of squirrels.”

“Aish— y-yah!”

“How are you two doing?” Sohyun asks, walking into the kitchen where Seokjin and Yoongi were preparing the food. Yoongi turns around with tears running down his face. He was cutting up some onions.

“AHAHA, WAIT DON’T MOVE,” Sohyun yells, taking out her phone.

“Is everyone back?” Seokjin asks, turning to look at her.

“Mae and Sarang are inside with the kids. Taehyung, Yn, and Youngjae went somewhere. Jimin, Yuna, and Gyu just got back from their walk so they’re inside the house. Namjoon, Byul, and Moonji are still reading, Hoseok and Huimang are nowhere to be found. Jungkook, Rina, and Sian are by the lake.”

“So they’re… not back?” Jin asks.

“In ways, yes~”

“Well we’re not done cooking yet so it’s okay,” Yoongi says, putting the knife he was using in the sink and walking to the bathroom to wash his face.

“Do you two need any help though?” Sohyun asks. Jin looks around.

“Yeah, can you cut up some of those vegetables that Yoongi washed?”

“I was hoping you were gonna say no… but okay~”

“How do you do it?” Sarang asks Mae, her hands on her hips.

“Do what?” She laughs.

“Having three kids, taking care of them most of the time by yourself?”

“Ah~ yeah… I don’t know,” she laughs. “Minseok’s pretty much the easy kid. He helps me out with his siblings. Soojin can be a little sassy and have an attitude, but she’s fairly easy to work with. Haneul.. Haneul’s the little devil child. Ironically. He’s starting to be a handful, but overall, he’s really sweet so I guess where I’m going from here is that it feels less like work when you love what you’re doing. And they’re my whole heart so,” Mae shrugs.

“Why?” She then asks Sarang. It was her turn to shrug.

“I want to have more kids in the future of course. But it’s been so long since I had Hope. I don’t know if I can do it again,” she confesses.

“You were able to do it by yourself then, it’ll be a piece of cake now with all of us with you,” Mae tells her. “Especially with Hobi and Huimang by your side.”

“That’s true…”

“Aunsie Salang,” Haneul calls, walking over to Sarang. “Up up!” He says, reaching his arms up for him to get carried.

“He can sense that you want another one,” Mae whispers to her.

“They can do that…?”

“Where are we going now?” You ask as Taehyung leads you to the boat house.

“Since your legs hurt, we can’t really do much that involves the outdoors and sitting,” he says, grabbing a few life jackets. “I figured we should go on a little canoe ride. It’ll be fun. Put this on,” he tells you, handing you a life jacket while he puts one on your son.

“Are you okay with going in a canoe in the water?” Taehyung asks Youngjae.

“Yeah I love it! I don’t know if mommy would though…” he answers. Taehyung looks over at you and tilts his head.

“Are you afraid of the water?” He asks. You were hesitating in putting the life jacket on, but you did so, ever so slowly.

“It’s not my favorite.”

“She gets scared of not knowing what’s underneath,” Youngjae says, totally exposing you. “She’ll probably cry,” he says nonchalantly.

“No one asked you Youngjae.”

“I’ll be there with both of you, so don’t worry. It’ll be fun,” Taehyung says, walking over to you and strapping the jacket on for you.

“If anything happens, you can yell at me~”

The three of you sat in the canoe, you refused to go sit by yourself but Youngjae didn’t want to sit with you either. Instead, he sat in one end of the canoe while you sat in between Taehyung’s legs. You were as frozen as a board when Taehyung began rowing to the middle of the lake.

“I like it~” Youngjae says, admiring the view.

“It’s nice huh?” Taehyung says, agreeing. For you though, you were too focused on not moving so that the canoe wouldn’t tip. It didn’t register in your mind that the weight in the canoe wasn’t balanced well since Youngjae was obviously lighter than both you and Taehyung so having him sit by himself was not a good idea.

“Babe,” Taehyung laughs, “you can… breathe.. you know? Your breathing is not going to make us off balanced.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he said this.

“Okay,” you say. You tried to breathe evenly, trying to calm yourself down. Taehyung tried to help by wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly.

“We’ll be okay, don’t worry,” he says, planting a kiss on your cheek. Feeling a lot comfortable, you lean into him and your body just melts into his chest. “Feeling relaxed now?” He asks. You nod your head.

“Yay!” Youngjae yells out, clapping his hands. At this time, Taehyung’s phone started ringing, catching you three off guard and making all three of you jump slightly. The canoe started rocking and you froze again.

“Youngjae-ah can you hand me my phone please?” Taehyung asks calmly, you were holding onto his arm very tightly at this point.

“Here you go,” Youngjae says, handing him the still ringing phone.

“Oh I don’t know who this is,” Taehyung says, looking at the number. He answers it anyways.

“Hello?”

You lean into his chest, trying to listen to who was calling. “Who is it?” You whisper.

“Really?” He says, surprised.

“What’s they say?!” Youngjae says from across you two.

“Yes. Yes thank you so much. I will. Okay. I’ll see you then. Thank you,” he says, ending the call and putting his phone down.

“Who was it?” You asked. Taehyung wraps one arm around you, throwing the other arm into the air.

“I MADE IT IN!” He yells.

“You made it?!” Youngjae says excitedly. He had a huge smile on his face that quickly dropped. “Wait you made it in what?” Youngjae asked confused. You turn your head around when you realize what he was talking about.

“Wait, the exhibition?!” You say, your eyes widening. Taehyung was looking down at you, smiling.

“Yeah I made it in,” he says.

“OH MY GOSH YOU MADE IT IN?!” You say, finally joining in with his excitement. Your fear of being in this canoe in the middle of the lake was no longer in your mind. Your upper body was turned towards Taehyung and you lifted your hands up to hold his face.

“I’m so proud of you,” you tell him, leaning in to give him a little kiss.

“Me too! Me too!” Youngjae yells, jumping up from his seat in excitement. The sudden move made the canoe rock from side to side, your chest quickly tightening.

“CHOI YOUNGJAE!” You yell in fear that the canoe would knock over. Youngjae quickly sits back down in an attempt to stop it from rocking. As it stopped swaying, Taehyung grabbed the paddles and started rowing back towards the boat house.

“We can celebrate on shore where we won’t fall onto the water from excitement,” Taehyung says, trying to bite back a laugh. You were still holding onto him pretty tightly.

When the three of you got back on the boat house, life jackets off, Youngjae yelled with joy running to Taehyung to congratulate him.

“YAY WE KNEW YOU COULD MAKE IT!” He tells him. Taehyung leans down to pick him up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m proud of you~” Youngjae says, rubbing his nose against Taehyung’s.

“I am too, let me join in there,” you say to your two boys, attempting to squeeze in.

Taehyung lifts his arm up for you to come in to.

“We can’t wait to see your exhibition honey,” you tell him, tippy toeing to give him another kiss.

“Yah!” You two’s eyes open in the middle of the kiss, looking to the side for who just yelled at you three.

“Uncle Yoongi!” Youngjae pointed.

“We’ve been waiting for you three. Come on, let’s go eat,” he says, motioning for you two to come along as he waddled away~

After your early dinner, you and Taehyung decided to go off on your own little date. Youngjae was back in the house with the kids and their parents, so you and Taehyung were all... alone.

“Here again?” You say, standing on the boat house with a life jacket on while Taehyung hopped into the canoe.

“It’ll be nice and relaxing with just the two of us, we’ll be balanced,” he says, reaching for your hand and helping you into the canoe.

You whine as it started rocking when you stepped in.

“Babe, you’ll be okay,” Taehyung says, laughing at your reaction. “And if you happen to fall in, you’re wearing a life jacket!” He tugs onto the jacket, making sure it’s on well.

“Let’s hope I don’t fall in,” you say, gently sitting down on the other side of the canoe. Taehyung smiles as he’s rowing to the center off the lake.

“So I know we haven’t been officially together for a while,” he says, putting the paddles back into the canoe when you two reached the center. “But I really do enjoy all the times we spend together, both with Youngjae and times like this where it’s just us.” You nod along to what he was saying, you really did enjoy it as well. It wasn’t the same as when you were dating Youngdo when you were younger. It was much much different now. In the best way possible.

“I know things didn’t go well in your previous relationship because of how fast everything seemed to happen, with Youngjae coming along and the two of you having to get married when you two were still pretty young...” He says. You didn’t know where he was going with this. “I know we’re going a little fast too, but I just wanted to let you know that even though we are, somewhat, a little family right now, we can take things slow, while going fast all at the same time,” he says, tilting his head and looking up.

“Does that make any sense?” He says, looking back at you. You laugh, shaking your head.

“Somewhat,” you tell him. “Youngjae has been wanting to call you dad or daddy, but he’s been to shy to do so. Then I was wondering if that was going too fast considering we just started dating.”

“I wouldn’t mind. Like I said before, I’ve been wanting this for so long, I wouldn’t mind going a little fast. But what I’m trying to say about going both fast and slow at the same time is us being a little family. You know, going on trips together, taking Youngjae to school in the morning, picking him up in the afternoon. Taking him on doctors appointments, celebrating his birthday together, you know, the usual things. Of course his other dad will do this with him too, but I want to do it on the times where I can. And by going slow, we’re obviously not going to have a kid anytime soon, or get married… maybe next year,” he laughs.

“Maybe after everyone else that’s not married yet, gets married,” you laugh. “But yes, I completely understand and I really do want you to be there with me and Youngjae through everything. We didn’t get that half his life, and although we’re both okay with not being with someone… it feels… nice having someone to love us both and do the things we love together. And I’m glad it’s with you.”

Taehyung then gets up, balancing on the canoe, your eyes widen as it starts to rock back and forth again.

“Kim Taehyung we were having such a nice moment, what the heck are you doing?”

“Trying to get closer to you,” he says, your grab onto the canoe tightens as he gets closer.

When he sits down in front of you, he holds onto your hands and sigh, looking into your eyes.

“I’m so glad I waited this long,” he says.

“And I’m glad I get a second shot at love.”

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a/n: there’s still a finale so it’s not over over yet

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I Pretend You’re Mine (All the Damn Time). One

Tumblr’s hottest new Derek HalexOC fic is “I Pretend You’re Mine (All the Damn Time)”. Fueled by one too many rom-coms and the author’s thirst for Tyler Hoechlin, this fic has EVERYTHING: childhood friends to lovers, fake engagement, mutual pining, Derek Hale’s family alive and well, and SLOW BURN (oh so slow).

One: get me with those green eyes, baby.

“Yo Rosie, you better go over there. Cinderella’s about to steal your man,” Stiles commented nonchalantly, sipping on a Coke from a paper cup. He was trying to hide his smile, but Rosalie could see right through him.

“Shut up, Stiles. He’s not my man.” Rosalie rolled her eyes, but didn’t stray her focus from Derek, Cinderella, and her niece, Charlotte. The young girl who was playing Cinderella couldn’t be older than twenty-one. (Way too young for the man.) Sure enough, she had her dainty hand on Derek’s bicep, likely commenting on his muscles. (That had happened with Ariel, an hour before. To which Rosalie thought that she’d be able to fill out those seashells much better.)

Derek laughed, scratching the back of his neck—a sure sign that he was uncomfortable with all of the attention. It had been his tell for as long as Rosalie had known him—verging on twenty-five years, give or take the time that they’d spent apart in college and Rosalie’s four-year stint living with her father’s family in New York City (a mistake, big mistake).

That had been a change; Derek used to eat up all of the attention from women when they were younger. A lot had changed with the two friends through the years; lovers had come and go, lessons learnt the hard way—but the one thing that hadn’t changed was their connection to each other. No one quite understood Rose the way that Derek did, and she’d like to think that nobody understood Derek like she did.

Charlotte pointed one blue-painted nail towards her aunt, and suddenly all eyes were on her. “Auntie Rosie! Come here!” she called loudly.

Rosalie obliged, excusing herself from Lydia and Stiles to join Charlotte, Derek, and the princess. Cinderella smiled kindly at Rosalie, eyes briefly flicking up to her hair. She turned to Derek and asked, “Is this your princess?”

To which Rosalie flushed a bright shade of red. Cinderella was likely referring to Rosalie’s elaborate updo. Her red hair was covered in green glitter, complete with a sparkling, emerald-encrusted tiara. Charlotte, ever the shy child, had been nervous to go to the Bippity Boppity Boutique by herself, and convinced her aunt to play along. So, Rosalie had gotten the works, and Derek and Stiles teased her incessantly all day. She didn’t mind, really. She’d do anything for the kid, whether that be to sell her soul or literally become her childhood moniker.

Derek chuckled apprehensively and ducked his head. Charlotte answered for them both, giving Stiles Stilinski more fodder for his jokes.

“Yeah! This is my Auntie Rose. Uncle Derek calls her princess,” Charlotte smiled proudly. In the distance, Stiles guffawed, and Lydia leaned her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder. Likely hiding her own laugh, for Rosalie’s benefit.

Rosalie stumbled over her own words. “I…um…childhood nickname. Anyways, Char, do you want a photo so the nice people behind us get a chance to meet Cinderella, too?”

The four posed for the photo, Derek and Rosalie on either side of the princess and Charlotte, curtseying, in front. Lydia snapped a quick photo on her own phone and on Rosalie’s. Then, Rosalie graciously thanked Cinderella and the photographer, eager to get the hell out of the awkward situation.

Derek swept Charlotte up on to his shoulders, giving a polite nod before he turned to leave as well. Cinderella tapped him on the arm, and added, “Have a magical day! Your girlfriend is beautiful.”

Rosalie lost her footing at Cinderella’s words, almost crashing embarrassingly to the floor if it weren’t for Lydia’s supportive hand on her wrist. She let Lydia lead her out of the building, feeling quite lightheaded all of a sudden.

The sun had set in the near hour that they had waited to meet the princesses. The stars in the sky sparkled above, bringing a whole new sense of magic to ‘The Most Magical Place on Earth’.

“Oh my God, this picture is so cute. I’m def posting it on Instagram,” Lydia said, smiling down at her phone. She moved closer to her cousin so Rosalie could see the photo as well.

Rosalie cringed. “Um, no you’re not.” Charlotte looked adorable, as she always did. Rosalie, well—Rosalie looked exactly as she felt in that very moment. The pink in her cheeks perfectly matched the tapestry behind them, and she couldn’t blame that shade of red on a blossoming sunburn. And Derek—he looked like a deer in the headlights, wide-eyed with a tight-lipped smile. Even when mortified he still managed to look gorgeous.

It hurt Rosalie’s heart just a little bit to think that Derek was mortified because someone thought they were together. But she buried that feeling once she saw Stiles saunter towards them, Derek and a chattering Charlotte in tow.

“Too late. I already did,” Lydia announced, lips tilting into a playful smile.

“Already did what?” Derek peeked over the women’s heads.

He groaned loudly, making Charlotte laugh. “Please tell me you didn’t just post that on Instagram. God, Laura’s never going to let me live this down.”

Rosalie tilted her head upward and smirked at her best friend. “Just wait until I tell her that you got hit on by Cinderella.” She laughed at Derek’s flared nostrils and pursed lips. He smacked her on the shoulder blade with the hand that wasn’t supporting Charlotte, who was clutching Derek’s black baseball-cap covered head with both little hands.

Charlotte tilted her head, befuddled. “What does ‘hit on’ mean?”

Rosalie and Derek stayed silent, neither one wanting to answer. Stiles replied for them, winking up at the little girl. “It means that Cinderella liked your Uncle Derek. Anywho, I’m thinking that we hit that Millennium Falcon ride.”

Rosalie checked her phone. “Can’t, Stiles. We have to head to dinner.”

Stiles sighed. “Please God, tell me your father won’t be joining us, Rosalie. I already have to deal with him for a whole week. If I have to spend more time with him than that, I might chop off my arm with a lightsaber.”

Lydia checked the map, and the group began their trek towards the restaurant.

“What’s Stiles talking about?” Derek asked as he hiked Charlotte further up his shoulders.

“The Martin Family Reunion,” Lydia commented, looking pointedly at Rosalie. Rosalie, who had forgotten all about it. And furthermore, forgotten about the little white lie she’d made when she RSVP’d. “A weeklong cruise hosted by Rosalie’s father.”

Lydia pursed her lips, green eyes flitting back and forth between her cousin and the path in front of her. “The one that Drew will be at… with his new fiancée, Ashleigh.”

The mention of the two made Rosalie sick. It had been a blow to Rosalie, when she’d seen that Instagram post on her sister’s profile. She was stupid to think that it couldn’t get worse than her ex and her sister sleeping together behind her back. Then they had to go and get engaged, a sure reminder to Rosalie that Drew, the one love of her life, would never really be gone from it.

“Gross,” Charlotte said. “Drew the Douchebag.”

Rosalie’s mouth gaped in repulsion. She glared scoldingly up at her niece. “Charlotte Marie Martin, who told you that?”

Charlotte had the nerve to not look guilty at all. She innocently smiled back at her aunt. “Daddy… and Uncle Derek.”

Rosalie turned her glare to Derek, whose shoulders were shaking, and not because of the weight of the five-year-old perched on them. “You’ve never even met Drew,” she hissed.

Derek kept his gaze straight forward. “I didn’t have to, not with what he did.”

“Can’t argue there,” Stiles chimed in, and Rosalie smacked him on the back of the head.

Derek stopped, and Rosalie thought he was going to apologize. Instead, he crouched down. “Ok, Charlie. Why don’t you walk with Auntie Rose for a while? Uncle Derek’s shoulders hurt.”

Charlotte clambered off of Derek and into the welcoming hand of her aunt. Rosalie couldn’t stay mad at Charlotte. It wasn’t her fault that Rosalie’s brother let things slip. Charlie just mimicked what her father said.

Rosalie didn’t speak the rest of the way. She was too angry with what Derek and her brother had been saying behind her back. (Even though she knew they spoke the truth.)

“Rosalie? Lydia?” came a call from behind the group. Rosalie didn’t have to turn around in her beach chair to know who it was. She shifted the sleeping little girl in her lap slightly so she could sink down in it, ducking her head.

Derek snorted a laugh. “What are you doing?” His stare flickered between Rosalie and Lydia (who was in a similar position in her own chair), green eyes full of amusement.

“I’m invisible. I’m not here. I don’t exist,” Rosalie whispered, eyes scrunched shut and wishing it into reality.

Derek crouched, meeting Rosalie’s line of sight. “Why are we hiding?”

“Shh!” she shushed him with a finger to her lips. “You remember my crazy Aunt Susie?”

“Your dad’s sister? The one who looks like the female version of Donald Trump?”

“Yes. Also known as the family gossip. She will undoubtedly say something shitty about Drew and Ashleigh’s engagement.”

Derek scoffed. “Fuck them.” As an afterthought, he added, “You know what, fuck her too.”

Rosalie swatted him on the forearm. “Children, Derek. There are children present.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “I didn’t say it that loud… and the kid is asleep.”

“Yo Lydia, Rosalie, Derek. I’m back with the contraband.” Stiles weaved between chairs and the standing crowd, arms full of paper drink cups and soft pretzels.

Lydia kicked him in the shin. “Shut up, Stiles.”

Stiles looked amused. “Why are you whispering?”

“Yoo Hoo! Rosalie Anne! Lydia Isabella! You can’t hide from your Aunt Susie!” Rosalie’s aunt yelled, words slurred with her southern drawl, and likely a bit of alcohol.

Stiles’ eyes widened, and he too ducked down. “Forget I asked.”

A slim, bony finger poked Rosalie on her bun-topped head. Aunt Susie shuffled around the chairs to stand in front of the group. With no escape in sight, Rosalie and her friends sighed and straightened themselves up.

“Oh, my,” Aunt Susie chirped, grabbing hold of both Rosalie’s and Lydia’s cheeks. “Look at how much you two have grown!”

Rosalie smiled kindly, as she was taught to do from a young age. She hoped if she obliged in conversation, then Aunt Susie would leave quicker and they could enjoy their night in peace.

Aunt Susie’s smile fell when her eyes swept over Lydia’s boyfriend. “And Steve…nice to see you again.”

Stiles scratched his chin, mumbling, “It’s um…Stiles. Stiles Stilinski.”

But Aunt Susie paid no mind. Her attention was completely on the man that sat to Rosalie’s left. Her eyes scanned him, seemingly sizing him up. Or checking him out. Likely the latter, Rosalie thought, knowing her aunt.

“Well, Rosalie. Who’s this?” she drawled, looking quite like a cat watching its prey.

Derek straightened out and forced a smile. He held out a hand for her to shake. “Derek Hale, ma’am.” Derek’s mother had instilled politeness in her son, even if he didn’t like the person. And Rosalie knew that Derek wasn’t fond of Rosalie’s father’s side of the family.

She took it, shaking too enthusiastically. A sense of recognition washed over her plump face, and her hand stilled. “Derek Hale… little Derek Hale? Why, you’ve grown, too. When was the last time I saw you? Ten years ago?”

Derek smirked, fire in his eyes. Rosalie prepared herself for the inevitable shit talking, already planning damage control. “Actually, it was fourteen years ago. At the second wedding of Jason Martin. When your brother married his mistress and left Rosalie, Levi, and Ms. Hart.”

Stiles snorted noisily, placing a hand over his mouth to cover up his laughter. Lydia cracked a smile, too. Rosalie kicked Derek, hard. Well, as hard as she could with a child still sleeping soundly on her lap.

Aunt Susie’s mouth opened and closed in shock, for once at a loss for words.

Charlotte woke at just the right time, deterring the awkward silence. She stretched and yawned loudly, then sat up in Rosalie’s lap. Her tiara was crooked, and her eye makeup was smudged, but she still looked cute. Rosalie wished she looked that nice after sleeping in her makeup.

“Aunt Susie!” she cried at the sight of her great-aunt, wrapping the woman in a hug. Ah, childhood innocence. Charlie didn’t know what the real world was like, what her extended family was really like, and Rosalie preferred to keep her naivety.

Charlotte easily engaged Aunt Susie in an excitable conversation. Rosalie, eerily conscious of eyes on her, shifted her ring between the fingers of both hands. It was an impulse buy, the vintage sapphire with the white gold band. She’d seen it on display in one of the shop windows and absolutely had to have it, even if it was way more than she’d ever spend on herself.

“Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you on the cruise in a few weeks.” Aunt Susie turned to leave. Her eyes caught something, and she halted, wide-eyed.

“Oh, my stars,” she commented, hands on her heart. “I… I thought after Drew you were a hopeless case, but…”

Rosalie couldn’t comprehend why her aunt was getting choked up. And the ‘hopeless case’ comment stung more than she would have liked.

Sweet, sweet Charlie reached up to dry her great-aunt’s tears. The damage was already done—white tear tracks contrasted starkly with the tangerine of the older woman’s self-tanner. “What’s wrong, Aunt Susie?”

Aunt Susie, so overwhelmed with emotion, didn’t register the little girl’s words. Instead, she grabbed Derek’s hand. It hung limply in hers. Derek looked alarmed. “Oh, Rosalie’s father will be absolutely thrilled to see you… both of his baby girls… first Drew and Ashleigh…”

Aunt Susie shook her head and dabbed at her eyes with the bottom of her red Mickey Mouse t-shirt.

With her resolve back, she straightened. “Well now, please tell me you’re coming on the cruise?”

“I, um…” Derek stuttered, looking to his best friend for help. Rosalie had no idea what was going on either, and just shrugged in response.

“Well, you absolutely must go now! Of course, Lydia and her wild boyfriend are coming--”

Stiles quietly muttered something along the lines of “I may be wild, but at least I’m not one step away from the loony bin, lady.” Rosalie leaned her elbow on the armrest and laughed into her palm.

“--and Rosie, you absolutely have to bring your fiancé,” Aunt Susie pleaded, looking straight at Derek.

Rosalie couldn’t look at him. She froze, stock still, staring in horror at the sapphire ring that had migrated from her right ring finger onto her left. Where an engagement ring would go. And her new piece of jewelry sure as hell looked like an engagement ring.

“YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED?!” Charlotte squealed loudly, clasping her hands in glee.

Rosalie was about to deny it, let the little girl down easy, when Charlotte began to cry.

“Char, why are you crying?” Rosalie asked, voice shaking. She couldn’t look anywhere else but at her niece, heart beating heavily in her chest.

“I’m just… I’m so, so, happy,” Charlotte sniffled. “I love you so much, Uncle Derek.” The little girl climbed over Rosalie and hopped into Derek’s lap, engulfing him in a huge hug. Derek didn’t hug her back, but only for a miniscule moment. He shook his head, coming to his senses, and then wrapped his arms around the girl, patting her back stiffly.

“You didn’t tell her?” Aunt Susie asked Rosalie, accusingly. Rosalie looked to her right for help. Stiles and Lydia were silently sharing a soft pretzel, looking just as stunned as Rosalie.

“No… um, we were going to tell Charlotte during the fireworks. Right, Rosie?” Derek mumbled, saving face. Rosalie thanked him silently for his quick wit.

Rosalie’s head whipped in the opposite direction. She met Derek’s apprehensive eyes. It was almost as if he was asking permission, like he actually agreed to go along with this whole charade.

It was the perfect ruse if Rosalie could ever think of one. A month ago, she’d drunkenly RSVP’d with a plus one to the family reunion cruise, as a way to save her pride and spite her family, who likely thought that she’d come alone and pine for her ex.

No way in hell, she’d thought. Even though there was no one in her life that she could even remotely think of to bring as a date. Derek was out of the question, before…

But now…

She subtly raised a brow, wordlessly asking, are you sure?

Derek subtly nodded back, lip quirking in a reassuring half smile.

Rosalie cleared her throat and straightened herself to her tallest seated height. She wasn’t confident at all, so she was going to fake it till she made it. “That’s right. We were going to wait until the fireworks, make it more magical for Charlotte.”

The speakers on the green lamppost next to them announced that the show was starting. Aunt Susie left them all with a wave and a ‘see you soon’.

No one spoke during the show, except for Charlotte, who was oblivious to the mess that she’d inadvertently got them into.

“So, I guess you’re my fiancée now,” Derek joked, lightly shoving Rosalie in the side. She smiled shyly up at her best friend. Amusement shined in his eyes. He wasn’t mad or appalled like Rosalie suspected him to be. Thank God.

“I, um, I guess I am,” Rosalie replied, swinging her now free arms beside her. Stiles had taken over the task of carrying a sleepy Charlotte to the car. He and Lydia trailed behind them, whispering. Likely about Derek and Rosalie’s… predicament.

“Dude, you two are fucked,” Stiles said, appearing suddenly on Rosalie’s left.

“So fucked,” Lydia affirmed after checking to see if Charlotte was still sleeping.

Rosalie couldn’t help but agree.

#derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale x oc #teen wolf #tyler hoechlin

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lettheladylead · 3 years

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Not Your Aunt

Chapter 3: Gladstone [ao3 link]

It’d been a year since Scrooge started regularly babysitting his niece and nephew. Goldie had only had the misfortune of interacting with them a handful of times, though one of those handfuls was a week-long bedridden visit where they asked too many questions and got way too attached to her. So before leaving, she stole from their piggy banks to teach them an important lesson: Goldie O’Gilt is not their family and she’s certainly not their aunt.

The next time she visited after that, the kids seemed properly sour and uninterested in her, so clearly they got the message. Or they just had a bad day. Either way, she could focus on Scrooge and treasure and then move on with her plans. She was able to visit without interacting with children a good half a dozen times after that, which really made her days go faster. It was nice.

She was stopping by in early February to grab some items she’d left behind (for safekeeping, of course) when Goldie learned that Scrooge’s family was continuing to...expand. There were now twice as many children in the mansion and the two new kids were apparently not deterred by Donald and Della’s attempts to warn them about their uncle’s thieving ex.

The kid in green found her in the foyer and lifted up his sunglasses to wink at her. “Well hello there!”

She blinked down at him. “...hello.”

He shuffled closer and stuck out his tiny little hand. “Gladstone Gander! And you are…?”

Goldie pinched his hand between two fingers and gave it a single shake before letting go. She didn’t appreciate the tone she was getting from this child who couldn’t have been more than eleven or twelve. “You can call me Miss O’Gilt.”

Gladstone pouted at her response and then shrugged before putting the sunglasses back. “Suit yourself. I’m a real catch!”

“I’m sure,” Goldie groaned. “Where’s Scrooge? I need to talk to him.”

The kid pointed towards the stairs. “Uncle Scrooge is in his office, I think.”

“Uncle?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Did Hortense have another kid or...are you Matilda’s?” The concept of Matilda having a child had Goldie immediately confused. She was pretty sure she knew that woman’s goals and motherhood was never on her list. They’d bonded over the lack of interest once in the past.

“Huh?” Gladstone tilted his head. “No, Auntie Hortense is married to Uncle Quackmore, who’s my mom’s brother. Who’s Matilda?”

Goldie closed her eyes and put two fingers to her temple as she felt a headache forming. She supposed if they stretched the definition enough, then Scrooge could be literally anyone’s uncle even if they had some gigantic distant relation to him. It was kind of annoying. “I guess she’s...also your aunt. You’ll probably meet her someday.” With that, Goldie turned around and started towards the stairs.

The kid followed her and she resisted the urge to punt him into another room. “So you know Uncle Scrooge and Auntie Hortense? Are you Uncle Scrooge’s secret wife?”

“No.” She didn’t even give him a glance as she headed up the stairs.

“Does that mean you’re single?” he asked with a toothy grin.

Goldie looked down at him again and then rolled her eyes. “You’re a bit young to be at this level of annoying.”

“Annoying?” Gladstone put a shocked hand to his chest and frowned. “You must be unlucky like Donald and Della. Only unlucky people call me annoying!”

Alright, that was a curious enough statement to make Goldie pause and lean against the banister. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Gladstone walked up another few steps so his head was about the same height as her’s. “I’m the luckiest goose in the world! Even luckier than my mom!”

Goldie quirked an eyebrow. “Luckiest in the world, huh? How would you know that?”

“I know that ‘cause...I’m Gladstone Gander!” He did a little spin and stuck his hands into his pockets before pulling out a dozen twenty dollar bills. “I found all of these just on my walk earlier!”

She stared at the money and, on reflex, plucked a few out of his hands. He didn’t even react as she pocketed them. “That’s pretty normal when you’re walking around Scrooge McDuck’s mansion, kid.”

He reached into his pockets again and pulled out another dozen bills. “No, no, these aren’t from Uncle Scrooge! I got these while walking around town!”

That caught her attention a bit more. Goldie pocketed a few more of the twenties before putting a hand against the bottom of her beak. “That does sound particularly lucky.”

He gave her a thumbs up, clearly happy that he’d convinced her of his gift, and Goldie thought about her plans for the weekend. She’d intended on grabbing a pair of earrings she’d left in Scrooge’s dresser and a mystical gem-finder he’d locked up in his Other Bin before heading to Macaw, but...perhaps she could use a partner. Well, more like a sidekick. Or a mascot.

“How would you like to go on a trip and really put your luck to the test?”

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Despite him being a very, very annoying little kid, Goldie had to admit that bringing him along was worth the frustrations.

She’d never done this well at the Galaxy Macaw, especially not at the slot machines. She could cheat her way through any old card game, but playing with other people brought too much attention to her presence. And the owner would be very unhappy if he saw she’d returned after what happened last time.

Her disguise wasn’t particularly artful - just a short black wig and green-tinted sunglasses - but it was enough to keep security from noticing her striking blonde amongst the sea of dark-haired birds around them. Gladstone managed to win a new little outfit for himself within a few minutes of entering the casino, and Goldie was happy that no one questioned the child’s presence. After a few wins at the slot machines, earning herself and her little partner a significant bit of cash, Goldie let the kid wander off on his own and started casing the place, getting ready for the actual reason for her travels.

“Miss O’Gilt?” Gladstone asked as he reappeared, tugging at her hand to get her attention.

“I told you not to use my last name here,” she hissed in response, glancing around to make sure no one overheard.

“Oh, right!” He tapped a finger against his chin. “So, then...Aunt Goldie, why exactly are we here? Not that I’m not having fun, but…this all seems kind of random.”

She held back a growl at the name - why did these kids always lean into the “aunt” moniker first? - and plopped her hand on top of his head. “Don’t worry about it. You should just keep having fun while I cash out and take care of some business.”

He shrugged. “Alright, but I bet I could help you with whatever you’re really here for! Uncle Scrooge never lets me help him find stuff ‘cause he says it’s cheating, but this is just how I live, y’know?”

Goldie removed her hand from his head and laid it on her hip. “I appreciate the offer, but this is something I need to take care of alone.” She glanced around the room and paused at the sight of a line of phone booths. “If I’m not back in a half hour, call your uncle to pick you up, alright?”

Gladstone followed her line of sight, then turned back to look up at her. “Are you doing something dangerous?”

“Hopefully not, but you never know.”

The kid pouted and leaned back on his heels. “...are you sure I can’t come with?”

Goldie crossed her arms over her chest. “Just stay here,” she said sternly, and quickly disappeared before Gladstone could follow.

He frowned and looked around himself. He knew nothing bad would happen to him, but it was still weird for an adult to leave him alone in a place so filled with strangers. Goldie was certainly unlike any other adults he’d spent time with, and he wasn’t at all surprised that Donald and Della had such conflicting feelings about her.

That being said, he could see a snack stand not too far away, so he rushed over to grab some pretzels. As soon as he arrived, the man running the stand gave him a big toothy smile, said he was the one thousandth customer of the day, and then handed him a giant pretzel for free.

It was nice being Gladstone Gander.

As he chomped away, a big banner above some of the slot machines caught his attention. In bright, bold letters he saw the words THE MACAW RUBY and more information about it being some rare, potentially mystical artifact that would be on display starting at 5 o’clock sharp.

He thought about that for a moment. From what he knew about Goldie, which wasn’t much but he’d understood the gist of it, she liked to steal things. Really cool, expensive, fancy things. He didn’t have to be a genius to put two and two together and realize she was after that ruby.

Whether or not she wanted his help, Gladstone decided he was going to be a part of this. After all, maybe the ruby would just come into his possession thanks to his luck! No one would need to steal anything, it would simply belong to him. And then he could give it to her and she’d give him a hug as thanks and who wouldn’t want that?

By the time he arrived at the place where the ruby was going to be displayed, it was only a few minutes to five and Gladstone took note of the extremely heavy security detail in front of the curtain. If Goldie hadn’t already gotten the ruby, there was no way she was going to get past all of them.

So he walked up to one of the guards and locked his hands behind his back. “Hi there!”

The guard looked down at him and didn’t respond.

“I’m Gladstone!”

Still no response.

Gladstone pouted, but he was pretty sure he could charm this guy into showing him the gem. “Can I see the fancy ruby?”

The guard made a face at him before turning to look at another guard and then proceeded to speak in a language that Gladstone didn’t recognize. He realized after a moment that it was probably Mandarin, which would make a lot of sense, considering where they were.

The other guard walked over and grabbed Gladstone by the back of his shirt, holding him up in front of his face. “Where’re your parents, kid? You shouldn’t be walking around here by yourself,” he said in a rough, heavy accent.

Gladstone frowned and crossed his arms. “I’m no kid! I’m just really short for my age! And I’ve won, like, fifty thousand dollars today, so you can’t tell me what to do!”

The guard frowned and his grip on Gladstone’s shirt tightened. “What’d you just say to me? I’m not in the mood for some brat and his-”

“Excuse me, sir,” a new voice called out.

All three boys looked over to see Goldie standing there, arms crossed and looking certainly unhappy, and with a purse over her shoulder that Gladstone didn’t remember being there when they’d arrived at the casino.

“That’s my nephew you’re manhandling, you oversized hog,” Goldie growled, reaching out and grabbing Gladstone so she could properly plop him down next to her. “You treat all your guests like this?”

The guard stood up straight and glared at her, pointing angrily towards Gladstone. “You might wanna teach your kid some manners, lady! He won’t be so lucky next time he pisses me off.”

“I’m sure that’s very difficult to do,” Goldie said with an eyeroll. “Come on, Gladdy, it’s time for us to go.”

Gladstone just nodded and took her hand. As they were leaving, a bunch of rich-looking snobs were walking in the opposite direction, probably excited to see the fancy gemstone that was about to be unveiled. He was pretty sure Goldie had already taken it and it was sitting in her bag right by his face. Though he wondered if she replaced it with a fake or if things were about to go crazy in this casino.

A moment later and Gladstone turned his head at the sound of an announcer and some clapping and a stunned silence and then an audience-wide gasp. Goldie clutched his hand a little tighter at the sound of the gasp and he noticed she’d picked up a tiny bit of speed.

With her walking faster, he fell behind her and looked up to see a shocking and unfortunate sight: a few strands of long blonde hair had fallen out from under her wig and were completely visible to anyone who could see her back. He opened his mouth to say something when he was cut off by the loudest scream he’d ever heard from someone that wasn’t Donald.

“IT’S GOLDIE O’GILT! GET HER BEFORE SHE GETS AWAY!”

Suddenly Gladstone was picked up and being held in Goldie’s arms as she quickly exited the building and ran towards the nearest available taxi. He didn’t even have a second to breathe before she had the driver heading towards the airport as fast as he could go.

She tore off the wig and sunglasses and shoved them into her bag, which Gladstone noticed didn’t seem to get any bigger as she did. He looked into it and saw what seemed to be some sort of endless vortex. Neat!

Goldie laughed and patted his head. “Good job out there, kid. That was fun,” she said as she reached into the bag and pulled out another wig - this time it was brown and wavy. It seemed she was prepared for the possibility that someone might try following her.

“Thanks, Aunt Goldie,” he responded with a smirk, remembering how much that name annoyed her earlier. “So where’s my cut of the profits?”

She raised an eyebrow at him and clearly looked like she was about to laugh at his question. “Why don’t we focus on getting you home before we talk about that?”

Gladstone put a hand to his chin in thought. Really, money wasn’t an issue for him. He found money all the time, and even when he didn’t, his parents had plenty of money of their own. But he did feel like Goldie owed him for all his help. “Okay, sure.”

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First their taxi driver gave them a free ride because he was in such a good mood, then their plane tickets ended up being free thanks to a clerical error, and they were given a free ride from the airport to Scrooge’s mansion because who the hell could keep track of all the reasons why things were free? Goldie was certainly enjoying the perks of carrying around Scrooge’s little luck magnet. If she didn’t have places to be, she’d stop by his office and yell at him for not telling her about the kid sooner.

That being said, he was starting to get a little too attached and it was bugging the hell out of her.

“So when are you gonna visit again? We could go to another casino!” Gladstone said excitedly, bouncing in his seat. “Or some other place you’d need my luck for. An underground poker game, maybe?”

Goldie chuckled and leaned back, recognizing the area the taxi turned into as only a few blocks from Scrooge’s place. “Look, kid -”

“Gladstone!”

“...right. Gladstone. This has been lots of fun, but you shouldn’t get confused. I’m not a part of your family, I’m not gonna just stop by and visit and take you on trips all the time. I just conveniently already had plans to go somewhere where I’d benefit from some luck.”

He frowned. “So this is it? You’re just done with me now?”

“Well…” She shrugged. “I don’t like to limit myself. Who knows what the future will hold? I just wouldn’t get your hopes up or plan for me coming back anytime soon.”

Gladstone pouted again and let out a quiet hmph! before turning to look out the window. They’d arrived at the front gate of Uncle Scrooge’s house and he’d decided he was just about ready to leave.

They came to a stop and Gladstone quickly opened up the door and stepped outside, stretching dramatically and yawning. He turned to say something to Goldie when he was cut off by a loud, familiar screech.

“THERE HE IS!”

Gladstone turned to see Donald and Uncle Scrooge running towards him from down the sidewalk. He was very confused to see that they’d gone for a walk instead of hanging around the house, since they never wanted to go for walks when he was in the mood.

“Hi, Uncle Scrooge-”

Scrooge ran over and swept Gladstone up in a giant hug. “We’ve been lookin’ everywhere for you, lad! Where’ve you been? What did you…” Scrooge’s words faded out as he noticed the familiar smirk staring at him from the inside of a taxi.

“Hey there, hun.”

“G-Goldie?!” Scrooge looked at her and then down at Gladstone and then back up at her. “Did you take him?!”

“Sure did,” she responded with a shrug. “I left you a note in your office. You should really pay more attention to these things.”

Donald just watched this conversation with a frown. He wanted to assume that Aunt Goldie was lying about leaving a note, but he also knew that Uncle Scrooge definitely didn’t check and just assumed the worst when they couldn’t find Gladstone all day. He’d been screaming about how Daphne was going to kill him for losing her son, but it seems he didn’t lose anyone at all.

Scrooge sputtered angrily at Goldie, holding Gladstone against his legs and trying to find his words. “You-! You...you kidnapped him!”

“I did no such thing, you old miser. He wanted to come along,” Goldie said, glaring angrily. She turned towards her cabby and said something that the boys couldn’t hear, then the car started to drive away.

Scrooge glared right back until Gladstone, a few moments later, shook himself out of Scrooge’s grip and ran towards the car. “Wait! But-! What about my profits?!” he shouted as it turned onto the next street over.

Gladstone sighed, realizing his luck wasn’t gonna bring his money back to him. Though he guessed he still had a really fun time and he didn’t exactly need the money, so maybe that was enough. He looked up to see Uncle Scrooge staring down at him. “What’s up?”

“Should I be concerned about this?” Scrooge asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Gladstone shrugged. “Should I be concerned that a stranger came into your house and took me on a trip across the globe without you knowing about it?”

That one shut Scrooge up, and he huffed before turning around and heading back to the manor. Gladstone looked over at Donald who just seemed to be confused.

“What’s wrong, Donald-o?”

He frowned and shrugged. “I’m just surprised that Aunt Goldie took you on a trip, is all. She’s never taken me or Della anywhere.”

Gladstone slapped Donald on the back a little harder than he meant to, making the slightly younger duck quack. “Eh, I wouldn’t think too hard about it. Ladies can’t resist my charm, after all!”

Donald rolled his eyes. “You know she’s Uncle Scrooge’s girlfriend, right?”

“Huh?” Gladstone put a hand to his chin and thought about some things Goldie had said to him over the past twenty-four hours. He nodded slowly. “You know what? That makes a lot of sense. Yup, yup. That explains everything.”

“So happy for you,” Donald mumbled and started the long walk back to the manor.

Gladstone quickly caught up to him and smiled brightly. In fact, he just wouldn’t stop smiling at his cousin. He was smiling so much that it was making Donald even more irritated than he’d already been.

“What?”

“Don’t you wanna know about my trip?”

#ducktales #goldie o'gilt #gladstone gander #donald duck #scrooge mcduck #not your aunt #fic #fics

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khadaj-ballad · 3 years

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More Johnny x V ideas cuz people like the last one and I need to rant about how much I love this ship (any gender!V)

Domestic fluff with Johnny having his own body and being a dutiful loving husband (still a little shit but affectionately) making coffee and toast (I don’t think Johnny can cook) for V when they wake up about to go to work as Rogue’s go to solo/ running the afterlife.

✨JOHNNY & V’S WEDDING 👁👄👁✨

Johnny calling V while they’ve got someone in a choke hold/about to zero someone asking what they want for dinner, v relaxing and answering while clearing out some some building for a gig.

Johnny tags along on a gig and V is lazer focused on doing the job and Johnny acts out cuz he wants V to pay attention to him.

Johnny acting out in general when he wants V to give him attention and affection to the point where he’ll start being a dick/obnoxious and V will pull him into their lap and cuddle him or play with his hair or hold his hand. V’s planning a gig with Rogue and Johnny’s sitting there trying to behave and he’s shaking his leg and V not losing focus with the plan pulls Johnny into them or rubs his leg to calm him down and if Johnny could Purr he would. (Cuz Johnny is a needy cat)

Needy!Johnny

V being self conscious about fancier/sexy outfits but wants to dress up for Johnny and Johnny being blown away by how beautiful/handsome V is all the time and reassuring them that he loves that in any and everything they wear and he loves the outfit they have on and also when their dead asleep snoring and drooling all over the pillow.

Johnny and V on a date. Cute fluffy wholesome content

Johnny and V having a kid (I think they’d adopt but could be theirs too) spoiling the kid and being a happy merc family. Johnny is a surprisingly great dad and V is so proud of their family. The kid want to be a doctor pop star fortune telling superhero when they grow up and V and Johnny are super supportive. They let the kid dress them selve and regardless of the kids gender that includes tutus, tiaras, Missmatched socks, combat boots, and a cute little kid version of the samurai jacket and some aviators. Uncle Kerry and Uncle Vik and Aunty Misty and Aunty Rogue bonding with the kid.

V and Johnny can sense eachothers emotions after getting a happy ending with them in separate bodies. Johnny and Kerry are jamming and Vs going merc work singing and happy and kinda drunk because of Johnny, Johnny’s watching tv cuddling Nibbles and feel searing pain in his shoulder cuz V just got shot . Johnny looking at V and thinking I love this person more than I can breathe and V feeling the same and them crying cuz the feeling is overwhelming but so nice to know you’re loved. (Sexy time is way more fun this way👀)

I just need more domestic fluff for V x Johnny

(And more domestic fluff with n$fw content👀

Like if Johnny and V feel eachothers emotions feedback loops should be super common. And with in canon while they’re sharing a body 👀)

Post Game where V finishes the Crystal Palace heist and decides to relax for a little while feeling their body get weaker and looking for treatment plans when Rogue shows up with intel about an unknown Arasaka lab being discovered and housing Johnny AND Jackie’s bodies. Rogue V and Panam break the bodies out and V gets Johnny and Jackie back. But is still searching for a way to save their life.

Alternatively for the idea above Jackie wakes up in a tank next to someone (in another tank) that looks like Johnny Silverhand and someone else that looks like V. Jackie breaks out of the tank somehow and goes to break V out and the V body is breathing but the eyes are dead and unresponsive like no ones home. Jackie freaks out and Johnny wakes up in the tank seeing V on the ground next to some guy he doesn’t know but seems familiar and Johnny starts thrashing in the tank trying to get out to save V from whoever. Jackie thinks V’s dead or something worse has happen and instead goes to get Johnny out of the tank. Johnny starts trying to beat Jackie up but 1) Johnny hasn’t had a body in over 50 years so he’s like a new born calf wobbling around and 2) the twunk body is no match for big hunky Jackie. So Johnny starts cussing and scratching yelling “what the fuck’d you do to V!” And Jackie’s like “you know V? They’re not responding idk what happen.” The last think Jackie remembers is giving V the chip and Johnny now more customed to his new body sees that the big guy who was kneeling over V is Jackie and they work together to break out with V’s body/clone and Johnny gets Jackie to drive them to the Afterlife after zeroing a bunch of mysterious and creepy scientist and the go to rogue and Johnny explains to rogue what happen. Jackie is confused as to how a Johnny Silverhand clone knows V and goes along with it. Meanwhile real Vs getting worse and is in the hospital dying and rogue and Vik call saying they have a solution. V gets a new body and is in a recover coma (goes into surgery before she can find out that Johnny and Jackie are alive) and Johnny and Jackie navigate being jealous of the other being best friends with V. Jackie thinking he’s been replace by a legend and Johnny thinking V will choose Jackie over him cuz Jackie is Vs original friend and nicer. Misty and Rogue get them to get their head out of there asses and tell them that V will love them both equally and Kerry’s like Jackie is Vs BEST friend Johnny is Vs BOYfriend. V wakes up in their new body to Jackie and Johnny bonding over different ways to protect their little goblin friend/lover and embarrassing stories.

Also anyone is free to take these ideas and run with them just credit me✌🏽

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand x v #johnny silverhand #V #v x johnny #fic ideas

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ninjakasuga · 3 years

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Sonally Celebration Week! Year Three, Day Six: Rescue

Sonally Celebration Week, Year Three, Day Six: Rescue

Day six, and admittedly the toughest piece to write since well, action scenes require more finesse than a domestic/slice of life story. The journey continues, and since my main focus mostly centers on Sonic and Sally’s post Robotnik/Eggman war peace time lives, I like to flex different events when the prompts give way to good inspiration. When one has to do with rescuing, well, let’s just say, if you’re dumb enough to harm someone’s children, woe comes to you in waves.

Day Six: Rescue.

It was supposed to have been a nice, pleasant day. Go to Spagonia with your big bro and his wife, enjoy flying in a fancy transport ship. While Sonic and Sally do the diplomatic thing, Sonia and Manic would watch J.C. and Kathy as they got to enjoy the city. See the sights, enjoy some ice cream and crepes from the city vendors, and just have a good old time! However, it wasn’t to last, the day was ruined when the sound of their ‘secret tail’ security guards crying out after being, well truthfully Sonia didn’t get to hear what exactly happened to their bodyguards (she hoped they were alive). All she heard was some muffled noise; some people screaming, and suddenly a van rolled up, and people in masks and jumpsuits grabbed and knocked them all out.

After coming too, she woke up to a bag over her head, only to have it torn off, and bright lights flashing in her face. A camera was aimed at them as some jerkoff using a voice-modulating helmet to obscure his identity was making some long list of demands and basically laid out they were collateral if those demands were not met. She tried to make everything out, but she was still groggy from waking up from whatever they used to knock her out. Manic was no better when she asked him if he gleaned anything she missed, sadly he was as groggy as she had been. She knew better than to ask the kids, clearly the six-year-olds were ‘terrified’ and wanted nothing more than to go home and jump into their parents arms.

Hell, the sixteen year old herself wanted to hug her parents just as badly. After that song and dance with the camera, all four were dragged to this cell of sorts, and left there with a guard detail. Whatever they wanted, they seemed to be serious, or at least wanted to come off that way. Her keen eye noticed some of their guards seemed unsettled. Like they were not keen they had kidnapped children. Maybe she, or Manic could use that? A little of the ol’ duo-charm to-.

“Auntie Sonia?” The small, childish voice snapped the older hedgehog out of her thoughts. Instantly her head snapped to the small child resting in her lap.

Forcing a calm smile, Sonia gently petted Kathleen’s soft auburn hair, which had blue tips at the end. Many thought it was dyed, but it was merely something that seemed to happen to both children, who inherited their Mother’s auburn tresses. Yet at the tips, bits of blue would form over time. No doubt the stubbornness of her big brother’s genes at work. Just hand to mingle with Sally’s.

“What’s up kiddo?” She asked her niece as she continued to stroke her head, and did her best to seem calm and collected. She and Manic were the adults here, they needed to be strong for these precious babies.

Green eyes look up, then over to the cell door, then back to Sonia’s own. “I wanna go home.” A simple request, but what child wouldn’t want to go home with this kind of situation abound? “Why do these guys wanna be mean to Mommy and Daddy?”

Another voice spoke up, the disdain high and snark on full. “Cuz they’re- and I quote.” Manic Hedgehog interjected, keeping his voice calm, and then upping the volume as he aimed his words at their guard. “A BUNCHA COWARDS WHO RESORT TO KIDNAPPING KIDS!!” He shouted with full malice at their captors, which made both children recoil, and his sister wince.

“Manic!” Hissed Sonia as she reached out and yanked at his ear. “Stop it! You’re just making it harder for J.C. and Kathy!” She growled at her brother, her eyes going to the door to their cell and sure enough their masked guard had turned to regard them. Thankfully he just turned away and went back to guarding.

“Well these bozos need to know what kind of d*ckless, wussies they are!” Retorted Manic, the green-dyed-furred hedgehog with a growl in his voice. Usually Manic was chill, and easy-going with a touch of mischief. He was running red right now, his niece, nephew and sister being put in danger can do that to someone. “Plus they’re f*cking idiots!”

“Manic, language!” Sonia chastised further as she covered his mouth with a hand. “Not that I disagree with you, but is antagonizing our captors the wisest idea?!”

Removing her hand from his mouth, Manic let out a dismissive snort. Yet his gaze softened some as he saw the kids were looking antsy again. “Maybe not, but seriously what kind of idiots kidnaps the Prince and Princess of a Kingdom? I mean, you want a war? Plus think of their parents, heroes of the war against the Big Robo and Big Eggy! I mean that’s a recipe for doom more than my Taco Tuesday Blowout Cookout.” The food wasn’t the issue, so much as the aftermath, but worth it in Manic’s eyes.

A small rumbling was heard and J.C. blushed as eyes rested on him. “...I’m hungry, and Uncle Manic makes great tacos.” He managed a smile, despite clearly still being scared.”

“Heheh, once we get out I’ll make us all some.” Manic promised as he lovingly scratched the back of his nephew’s ears. He did the same for Kathleen, not wanting her to feel left out. “Also, sorry about the yelling and language, I’m just pis-er-pointedly angry at the bad guys.”

“We’re ‘not’ the bad guys.” Their guard finally spoke, snorting loudly. The way he seemed to clutch his weapon and his covered tail (they seemed intent to make it hard to guess their species) twitch and move, hinted at his anger at such an accusation.

Despite having just chastised Manic for antagonizing their captors; Sonia found herself unable to not engage them. “Not from where we’re standing. Uncouth as my brother put it, he called it right. Nobody who kidnaps children are the good guys.”

“We’re not going to harm you, we’re just sending a message.” His steadfast tone, carried a firmness of whatever convictions he carried about their unknown ‘cause’.

“What sort of message? We’re kidnapping your kids, so we invite you to come kick our butts? Seriously, what else do you expect?” Sonia inquired, keeping her tone polite, hoping perhaps this guard might spill some kernel of information they could use. Then a thought occurred to her. “What happened to the bodyguards watching us? I heard them cry out, did you capture them too or did you kill them?”

“We shot them, but we didn’t shoot to kill.” The guard callously responded. “They should live.”

“Do you know that for a fact? Even a crippling gunshot can lead to death if they bleed out before they get help or the injury causes the right amount of trauma. I heard multiple muffled sounds… If they got shot multiple times that increases the chances they didn’t make it.” The magenta-dyed hedgehog stated with cold, medical fact. “They also had families, so nice job dipwad, you possibly widowed and orphaned two families.” It was petty, but seeing his body language shift and just slightly shake before firming back up gave Sonia a sense of satisfaction. “You could have used stun-blasters.��

The guard hissed back his reply, but she could tell he was trying to justify his words to himself. “You can’t silence stun-blasters.”

Rolling his eyes, Manic decided to chime in. “So you bozos prioritized not making noise, over making your little power grab as bloodless as possible.”

“If they die, our leaders will make it right, all of this has a purpose! It’s to make things better-!”

It wasn’t Sonia or Manic that cut the man off, but J.C.’s small but clearly angry voice. “So making Mr. Hunigan and Mrs. Fletcher dead is alright when you say so?” The boy’s fists clenched tightly. “They were nice people, and we know their kids, they’re our friends… you took their Dad n’ Mom from them you-you, j-jerk!”

“Gee, even the six year old can see it clear as day.” Sonia icily sneered at their captor, scooting closer she slid both her arms around her family and kept them close.

“Mommy, sh-she and Daddy are gonna find us.” Kathleen managed to speak up, wiping her eyes, like her brother managed the most fearsome glare she could. “They’ll find us and kick your butts! They’re heroes, they always save the day!”

Turning, the guard’s helmet, visor and cloth covering their mouth obscured whatever Mobian species they were. “Your parents are part of the problem! If not for the Acorn Kingdom’s meddling along with the other outsider nations, we wouldn’t need to do this!”

“Only meanies justify their actions by blaming others!” Humphed the young princess as she turned her head away, as if to utterly disregard her captor. Oh Sonia and Manic’s heart swelled.

“I gotta agree with Kathy here, sounds like blame-gaming here-.” Manic mused, only to be cut off by their clearly irate captor.

“If they hadn’t meddled with the trade tariffs making exporting goods harder, not to mention their invasive meddling with our affiliate cities-!”

A lightbulb went off in Sonia’s head. “Wait, wait, time out!” She put her hands together in the referee gesture to hopefully get a word in. “You guys are blaming them for the trade issues and the Acorn Kingdom’s presence in your sister cities? Um, dude, hoo boy, you are probably being played by whoever your leaders are.”

“Bite your tongue-!” “Okay you know what, screw that, and kids I’m sorry but-.” After giving her niece and nephew an apologetic look, she quickly sent her captor a fiery glare. “First off, F*CK you! Second, the Kingdom sent delegations to those cities BY REQUEST! The mayors asked for aid in looking into some oddities with exports from Spagonia going in and out because they realized something was hinky with the weird laws and micro-managing coming out of Spagonia’s Trade & Commerce Ministry. Any of your Minister’s calling the investigations meddling or preludes to occupation are trying to play the dodge game moron! Second of all, the tariff problem? I shouldn’t say this, but I love talking shop with my sis-in-law, and boy a lot of the issues stem from how they were set up, like someone ‘wanted’ the tariffs to cause issues and sow discord. It’s a big political set-up but my big-brained Sis likes big-brained chess and she’s onto some corruption from within Spagonia’s Trade & Commerce Ministry.”

She watched as the guard looked uneasy, and his compatriot to the far way seemed to be listening in as well and had lowered his weapon some. “That, that can’t be possible.”

Footsteps could be heard as another similarly dressed guard walked into view of the first one. “Ignore them comrade, they’re trying to unnerve you.” “What if it’s true our leaders are lying to us? Given who some of them are-.” “Shut your mouth before you give anything away!” The other, more burly guard hissed as he raised a gloved hand, poised to smack his comrade if he didn’t do as he said. With his associate cowed, he turned to the cell and pointed his weapon. “Shut your mouths or I might just have to shut it for you.”

Manic moved in front of his sister, nephew and niece, arms out. “Touch them buddy, and you and I are gonna tussle!”

“Uncle Manny don’t!” “D-don’t get hurt!” “Manny…” Sonia held the children close, but tried to soothe her brother. “Don’t, they’re clearly too deluded to listen.”

“You will see it is you who is delusional!” The burly captor spoke, with a zeal of a true-believer. “Once it’s clear your Queen and your treacherous nation are outed as the villains they are, things will become bet-.”

Suddenly the entire room rumbled, and the sound of muffled shouts, and fighting could be heard in the other room. All their captors turned toward the metal door just out of view of Sonia, Manic and the children. Suddenly the door flies off its hinges, slamming into the far guard who cried out in pain and terror as they are taken out. A familiar ‘rev up’ sound is heard and then a blue blur slams into the burly captor sending him flying. As the sounds of fists fly, another far off captor raises their weapon, only for the sound of jets to get clouder and a familiar southern drawl is heard shouting. “TAKE A NAP YA’ CREEP!” A blaster bolt is heard firing off screen. Soon a blue energy blast hits the captor, causing them to drop their weapon as the stun-bolt freezes their whole body. As another guard attempts to fight, the flying Rabbot zooms him and body-tackles the would-be-attacker, a loud, thick ‘crunch’ of metal hitting flesh is heard. Clearly a one-hit-KO.

The original guard readies their weapon, trying to pick a target, clearly panicking. “Ho-hold or I’ll shoot!”

*KER-SLICE!!*

Their weapon is cleaved in two, falling from their hands, and in the next half-second, the tip of the weapon responsible is held at their throat. This man finds himself looking into the very, angry blue eyes of the Queen of the Acorn Kingdom herself, Sally Acorn. Wielding an ornate sword with the crest of her family on the hilt, and ornate lines etched into the blade. For a second the guard swore the weapon’s blade glowed for a moment, but whatever the case, it was clear the Sword of Acorns (reforged and imbued with Sally’s residue Super energy) was capable of cutting quite nicely.

Her voice was ever commanding, calm and serene, yet deadly and potent. She was clearly angry, but using said anger as a laser-focused weapon instead of being consumed by it. For now.

“You will let my babies and my younger siblings out of that cell. Now, no questions. If you so much as dare do anything but I ask, you will regret it. Do not force me to spill blood before my children, because you WILL live to regret it.” She vowed.

“N’ she ain’t the only one you need ta’ worry about.” Uttered Bunnie Rabbot, as she got up from pummeling her foe into unconsciousness. She flexed both of her cybernetic arms which transformed into blaster mode on the right, and nasty energy axe on the left. “You further threaten my God-Children or Manny and Sonia’s well-being. I might just forget I’m a Southern Lady.” While plain and frank, there was a menace in her eyes mirroring Sally’s, and the hum of her weapons furthered showed she was not playing games.

A small ‘boom’ and a flash of blue from across the room, and the guard found Sonic the Hedgehog on the other side of him, arms crossed, and foot tapping rapidly. “Door, open, my kids and siblings safely in arms, now!’ He didn’t bother making threats, he didn’t need to.

The guard simply let out a pathetic sound, wet himself and passed out onto the floor.

Without a word, Sonic dug at their belt, found the key and quickly as he could unlocked the cell door, and threw it open. All anger, and intimidation left his face (as well as Sally and Bunnie who put away their weapons) as the look of a worried parent and brother overcame all else. “Are you four okay?! Did they hurt you any-?!” “DADDY, MOMMY!!” Instantly Kathleen, and J.C. dashed into the arms of their Father, with their Mother soon joining in the hug, checking them over.

“Oh my babies!” Sally clutched her family tightly, kissing the children all over their faces and tops of their heads, as she checked them for injuries. “It’s okay now, Daddy and Mommy are here, oh God I’m so sorry this happened, that we weren’t there to stop you from being taken.” She babbled, as the kept-in-check emotions burst from the dam she erected to focus on the rescue.

“We’re sorry, we’re sorry…” Sonic murmured, his heart still racing even with all his joy held firmly in his arms. Lifting his gaze, tear-stained he looked to his siblings worriedly. “How’re you two holding up? They didn’t hurt any of you did they?”

“Nah, they just… dragged us around at most.” Manic shrugged, but was clearly relieved this whole thing was over. As he stood he found his legs shaking, and leaned against his equally leg-shakey sister. “All that said, glad you guys found us so soon.” Moving closer, Bunnie shifted her arms, what was metal now, began to flash with energy and seemingly disassemble back to flesh and blood. The wonders of bio-nanite tech. Once her arms were organic again she pulled the two hedgehog siblings into a hug. “Sorry we didn’t get here sooner sugah, but we had to basically strong-arm some of the Spagonia government to give us the okay to act. Though once Sally n’ Sonic scared these bozos' supposed leaders into talkin’ they squealed like- well sumthin I can’t say within earshot of kiddos.”

Sonia let herself chuckle, relief and a sense of security flooding her being as she leaned into the hug. “So, lemme guess, the Trade Minister and his flunkies were the culprits?”

“Yeah, I mean we were gonna confront em’ with the evidence Nicole uncovered, but you all bein’ taken kinda forced our hands.” Bunnie further explained as she scratched the back of their ears soothingly. “U-Uncle Manny and Auntie Sonia, looked after us, we’re okay…” J.C. managed to speak once his throat wasn’t sore from crying (this time from happiness).

“Hmm-hmm, they’re the best as always!” Kathleen agreed, sniffling and wiping her eyes as she remained cocooned by her parents and brother.

Smiling, Sonic reached over and managed to give each of his younger siblings an affectionate arm-punch. “Somehow I knew they’d have it under control.” Well more hoped, but he didn’t want to devalue his sibling’s efforts. No if anything he wanted them to ride the pride of keeping themselves and the kids safe.

“Lucky for us, as Sonia called it, these guys were morons. Dangerous ones, but morons.” The green-furred hedgehog blew out a breath, and then he recalled something. “Um, ah, how’re Agent Fletcher and Hunigan?”

“Alive.” Sally replied, still nuzzling her children, still unwilling to let them go. Her own heartbeat was finally starting to calm down and the adrenaline high was crashing. “They were hurt badly, but both are tenacious and they got help just in time. They might have to retire from active duty early but we’ll be sure they’ll be looked after, their families too.”

“Oh thank goodness!” The two teens, and the younger children exclaimed, as joy at the news eased their hearts from the dread they felt prior.

Footsteps could be heard approaching, but the boot clomps’ were familiar. So no one tensed or got ready for another fight. Especially once Captain of the Royal Guard, Antoine D’Coolette emerged, wiping his sword blade clean with a cloth before sheathing it into its scabbard. “My Queen, ze fools have been disarmed, and rounded up. As you requested, we managed to take them all alive, if injured.” After a beat, he contemplated making a joke about some being ‘literally’ disarmed, but with the children there, he decided against it. “How are ze young ones?” He asked, decorum giving way to concerned God-Father, and as a fellow parent.

“Thankfully unhurt Sugah-Twan.” His wife replied, flashing a smile his way. “Where’s Tangle n’ Whisper?”

“Helping out Tails to ensure we didn’t miss anyone and secure the location.” Informed Antoine as he walked over, making sure all were fine, if to soothe his own fretful nature. They also will wish to zee’ that our rescuee’s are le’fine.”

Sniffing away the last of her tears, Kathleen looked up at her Mother. “Uncle Tails came too? I thought he was testing his new plane in the South Seas?”

“Once he heard the news, he jetted over as fast as he could and offered to help.” replied Sonic with a wide smirk of pride and relief for his ‘not-so-little’ bro. “Family sticks together, and well you guys are as much family as his own. Which by the way, I’m sure Tails will wanna set up a face-chat so Mina can see you’re all fine.”

“She is very fond of her biggest fans.” Chuckled Sally, who internally still found it ‘very’ weird, that Tails and Mina Mongoose hooked up. Their age gap wasn’t too bad, and clearly whatever happened to bring about their dating didn’t occur until Tais was eighteen/nineteen-ish. Then again he clearly had a thing for older women, at least his choices after Fiona Fox were an improved taste. As long as Mina was good to Tails, that was all she cared about, and they did seem like a good couple. Still weird but that was on her.

“Can we leave now?” J.C. asked softly looking up at both his parents hopefully.

“You got it son, we’ll juice n’ jam out of here and get you guys some food and tucked in for the night.”

“Can we have a sleepover in the hotel suite? Like all of us with blankets on the floor and pillows nests?” Asked Kathleen with big, hopefully eyes. A look her brother mirrored and nodded to her suggestion.

“Yeah, can we have a sleepover?!” Manic echoed, doing his best impersonation of the look.

“I don’t see why not, if everyone else is on board.” “Wouldn’t be hard for us all to fit in, big ol’ space, and like you could ask us to stay away after today.” Bunnie voiced her opinion with a warm smile at the children. Giving them assurance she was on board.

“Like the saying goes, the more the merrier.” Antoine stated to voice his blessing. “Plus I’m sure Bunnie and my own angels would love the idea as they too were worried about you four. As was your Nanny Miss Cream.” The coyote gently ruffled the hair of the two youngsters, his mind drifting to his children two years their senior. Yes, if they had been through this, he’d gladly acquiesce any whimsy they wanted within reason, and a sleepover to help soothe their nerves? A piece of cake.

Kathleen’s face fell as childish concern flooded her mind. “Oh no, that’s right, we were supposed to meet Jacque, Belle and Miss Cream after lunch…” “Hey they know we didn��t stand 'em’ up by choice.” Manic interjected as he flashed a smile and reached over to ruffle his niece’s cheek tufts.

“Let’s blow this pop stand, I want a hot bath, lots of bubbles and all the cheese cake…” Sonia muttered, feeling her own adrenaline rush and the weight of the whole ordeal finally sapping her energy.

“I hear that, let’s go home everyone.

#boundforfreedom #Sally Acorn #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic Archie-Comics Pre-SGW #fanfic #rescue #Sonally #Sonsal #Sonally celebration

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'Till Death Do Us Part

Part 2 of 13

When Alex has to bring Philip to work, he and Thomas discover that they both have something in common: they lost their love. They form an unexpected bond and connection about this that grows into something more.

A medium burn with parental feelings about Philip and flowers.

On AO3.

Ships: Jamilton

Warnings: grief/mourning and mentions of unhealthy coping and death.

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Chapter 2: Dwarf Sunflowers Means ‘Adoration’

Thomas phone lit up on a Sunday, the screen blinking with Alex’s contact as Thomas frowned confused as he picked up: “Alex? What do you need?”

“Oh thank god, Thomas,” Alex’s voice sounded hoarse, like he’d been crying.

“Are you okay?” the words were out of his mouth before he could question them.

There was a shaky breath, before Alex said: “No- yes- maybe? I don’t know, just- fuck- it’s- it’s his birthday today and I normally can handle it, but- I don’t know, just- Pip was so excited about getting his Halloween costume and they look so much alike and I- I can’t deal with it.”

“What can I do? Just tell me what to do,” Thomas urged him, already changing his sweat pants for comfortable jeans.

“Can you come over?” Alex sounded small, “I know it isn’t really what we do, but Pip likes you and I just can’t be alone right now, but everyone always looks at me so pitying and I just- not today.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m on my way, be there in five,” Thomas said, grabbing his keys on the way out.

Before he hung up, he swore he heard a soft thank you come through, but he must have made that up. There was no way Alex was thanking him.

He got to Alex’s house in four minutes and felt oddly nervous as he knocked on the door.

After a few seconds the door swung open to reveal a rumpled Alex. He was clad in sweatpants and a hoodie, his hair tied up in a messy bun and he had red rims under his eyes as the world seemed to weigh him down.

From inside the house a TV could be heard and Alex shrugged: “I sat Pip down with a movie and that probably makes me a shitty parent, but I think it would be more shitty to have him witness my breakdown in the bathroom.”

Thomas didn’t respond, just stepped forwards and pulled Alex into a tight hug, standing there as the other started to cry again, clutching his shirt.

“Just let it out,” he encouraged Alex as he walked them to the kitchen, still hugging as he closed the door behind them and made sure they wouldn’t attract Philip’s attention.

He waited, holding Alex as the man cried out his frustration and grief, while Thomas just petted his hair and let him. He said no soothing words, there were no words that could soothe this deep ache and he knew it.

After a few minutes Alex had tired himself out and just hiccuped slightly.

“Alex, I’m gonna ask you the shittiest question there is, but what has you most upset right now? Out of everything, what is making you the most upset?” Thomas asked.

It wasn’t quiet as Alex thought, the man mumbling under his breath. He’d always done it and Thomas just had to wait until Alex could form his thoughts louder.

“I guess- I guess I’m just frustrated that I can’t enjoy something as stupid as going to buy a Halloween costume with my son, that I can’t seem to shake the shadow in the happy moments even when I want to and I know John would have wanted me to,” Alex finally answered.

Thomas nodded, his mind forming a plan.

“What’s Philip dressing up as?” he asked.

The question threw Alex off guard and he simply answered: “A dinosaur, why?”

He chuckled slightly at the costume choice, then said: “Okay, this is what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna go upstairs, you’re going to shower, you’re going to get dressed in comfortable but presentable clothes. Yeah? And then we’re going to the store and getting Philip his costume. After that we can go say hi to John if you want, show him the costume and then we’re getting hot chocolate. You got that?”

“I really don’t know if I can go outside today. I don’t want to see the world move on when I feel it should just stand still,” Alex whispered.

Thomas gave him a comforting look and said: “I know. It fucking sucks, but Philip is excited for his costume and sitting here feeling shitty for yourself isn’t going to make you feel better. Either of you.”

It seemed Alex was giving in, so Thomas played his ace: “I’ll be there the whole time, if you need to break down, I’ll handle Philip. Let him have a good day.”

“Fuck, I hate that you’re right,” Alex sighed. Victory.

“I’m always right,” Thomas smirked, he couldn't help himself, “Does Philip need to get dressed or is he good to go?”

“Just needs shoes,” Alex replied.

“Good, I’ll go chat with him and you are going to…” he waited for Alex to finish the sentence.

“I’m gonna go upstairs, shower, put on some clothes,” he listed.

“Exactly, now go,” Thomas ushered Alex up the stairs, before starting the kettle. Coffee wouldn’t do the man any good, but tea might help. With that in progress he made his way over to the living room where Philip was watching A Land Before Timewith rapid attention, obviously captivated by the story.

He sat down next to Philip and smiled when the boy looked at him: “Hi there, Philip. Do you remember me? I’m Thomas, we met at your Papa’s office a while ago.”

Philip lit up: “Mr. Thomas!” then he got confused, “What are you doing here? Papa says you aren’t not-work friends, he says you wouldn’t come.”

Thomas tried to ignore the fact that Philip had apparently asked if he would be coming and Alex had decided to describe them as friends – work friends but still – to his son, no matter how much it made him happy inside.

“Well, kiddo, your Papa changed his mind, because today we’re going to get you a costume,” he told Philip, “I heard you’re going as a dino and I wanted to know more about them. Since you explained so well last time your Papa let me tag along, so you could explain more.”

“Really?” the boy’s eyes were like saucers and stars were dancing in them as he started to tell Thomas everything about the cool dino costume he was going to get.

He listened closely, nodding at all the good points and asking questions the kid seemed capable of answering.

When he heard noises of someone getting out of the shower upstairs, he led the kid to the door as he talked, getting his shoes on before Alex came downstairs.

Alex looked much better when he returned downstairs. His hair was still up in a bun, but it wasn’t as messy or greasy, just wet. His clothes were more comfort than fashion, but he didn’t look like a dumpster fire anymore and the bags under his eyes seemed to hold less weight.

Philip noticed his Papa, because he turned to him and rambled: “Papa, Mr. Thomas is coming with us to learn more about dinos and it’s going to be so much fun and he promised to buy me hot chocolate and he agrees that purple is a good dino color.”

“That’s nice, Pip,” Alex smiled tiredly, scooping the boy up into his arms and pressing a kiss to his cheek, before getting their coats.

Thomas held out his hand as they stepped outside and Alex shot him a confused look. He explained: “I’m driving, go sit with Philip in the back.”

Alex wordlessly handed him the keys and got in the backseat without any complains as he gave him the name and location of the costume store he’d wanted to visit.

While they drove Thomas watched how Alex just smiled at his rambling son. It was strange how patient and silent the man could be for his kid’s benefit, but Thomas could clearly see the same focus Alex gave all the tasks he seemed to care about.

At the store it seemed to be going fine, until Philip stepped out in a particularly shitty costume that looked more like a turtle than a dinosaur

Alex choked up, Thomas felt it beside him and with one glance it was confirmed when Alex nodded and gasped: “I’m gonna go for a sec.”

“Alright, Alex, go,” Thomas assured him, not looking to see him walk away.

Philip looked confused and asked: “What’s wrong with Papa?”

“Nothing to worry about buddy,” Thomas smiled, “He’s just having a bit of a rough day today and he needed to step away for a moment.”

The boy thought it over, then softly asked: “Is it like the other sad days? When one of my Aunties or Uncles come to pick me up and we have a sleep over?”

It seemed the kid was as smart as Alex had bragged and Thomas was surprised how open Alex was with the kid, though it seemed to be working.

“Yeah, buddy, kind of like the other sad days, but today your Papa is trying to turn his sad day into a happy day, so he’s trying to do that right now,” Thomas told him, “How about we go try on the purple dino costume? Purple is better than green anyway.”

Philip perked up at the suggestion and when Alex came back a little while later, he seemed a bit more put together and managed a real and big smile at Philip’s costume. They got the costume and Philip refused to take it off.

“Hey, Pip, do you want to go show Daddy your costume?” Alex asked him as they walked out of the store, the uncertainty weirdly tinting his voice.

The boy thought about it, then said: “Mr. Thomas says you’re trying to turn a sad day into a happy day, but you always seem sad when we go to show Daddy things.”

Alex was taken off guard by the reply, but squatted down to Philip’s level as he said: “Pip, going to show Daddy things might be sad, but it’s important to me that he gets to see you grow up. If you don’t want to go that’s okay, we won’t, but you don’t have to say no for me.”

It seemed Philip got it, because he asked: “Can we get flowers for Daddy? I liked leaving him flowers, it made his special place more special.”

“Of course we can get Daddy flowers, Pip,” Alex’s voice was thick with emotion and Thomas took the lead when walking to the flower shop.

Philip took extra care in picking out the flowers. He spotted dwarf sunflowers and asked: “Papa, you said Daddy’s favorite color was yellow, right? And that he was your sunshine.”

“Yeah, I sure did, Pip,” Alex answered, spotting the sunflowers Philip was looking at.

“Can we get these for him?” Philip asked, pointing them out.

“Yes, he would love those,” Alex said, picking up the flowers and paying for them.

They left the store and now the hard part came. Thomas was still driving, he hadn’t trustedAlex’s mental state before and he certainly wasn’t now, but he had to ask which cemetery to go to. Luckily, it seemed Alex had remembered as well and he just whispered: “Calvary cemetery,” as they got into the car.

The drive was quiet and Thomas wasn’t sure if he would be welcome to come with them, but when they got out of the car, Alex grabbed his hand, slightly shaking and pulled him along. So, Thomas followed as they walked through the rows.

Philip obviously already knew the way and he skipped out ahead of them the way only a kid who didn’t fully realize what this meant could. He stopped before a simple grave that read:

Lt. Col.

John Laurens-Hamilton

1988-2017

Loving father and doting husband

Noble soldier that protected his men till the end

Embedded in the grave there was a picture of a young man with long curly hair pulled into a ponytail. He was smiling into the camera, freckles splattered on his face like the milky way as he looked at the person behind the camera fondly. He was dressed in a basic military uniform and in the background there was a dusty military base visible.

Alex fell to his knees in front of the grave and greeted it: “Hi, Jacky, how have you been? Good, I hope. I’m going to have words with God if I come there and I hear they’ve been treating you like crap.”

He let out a shaky sigh, then went on: “I wanted to come wish you a happy birthday. They didn’t have the candy you liked at the store, but I’ve always told you licorice is disgusting so we got little chocolate bars for the trick-or-treaters instead.”

Silent tears streamed down his face: “I brought Pip with me, he’s going as a dinosaur this year and he wanted to show you his costume.”

Philip was standing next to his Papa, looking at the grave. When Alex said that he spoke up, this was obviously not the first time: “Hi Daddy, look at my costume,” he told the grave happily, “It gots spikes and it’s purple. Papa doesn’t like purple that much, but Mr. Thomas does, he helped me pick out my costume. I’m gonna be the bestest dino ever.”

Thomas hadn’t expected his name, so he looked up shocked from where he was keeping his distance. It was strange to be introduced to a dead man by his kid.

He hoped Alex wouldn’t mind that Philip talked about his rival to his late husband, though they weren’t really rivals anymore. They still argued, but there was a more familiar atmosphere around them.

It was nice, different, but nice.

Meanwhile Philip had been rambling on about school and what the other kids were dressing up as, before he remembered the flowers. He held them up and said: “We got you flowers. They are sunflowers and they’re yellow. Papa says you like yellow and they look fun, like little suns. Do you think that’s where they got their name?”

“I think so, buddy,” Alex answered for John with a strained voice.

“That’s cool,” Philip said, before going on, “I’m gonna put them on your special place. Auntie Eliza says this is kind of like your home, but it looks boring and yellow is a good color to help you be less boring. My room is yellow and it’s the bestest room there is. Papa allowed me to paint on one of my walls and I painted some dinos there.”

Throughout Philip’s conversation with John, Alex had pulled the little boy onto his lap and hugged him tightly.

When the boy was out of things to tell John, he started to squirm slightly, but it didn’t really look like Alex was willing to leave or let go. So Thomas stepped in.

He put his hand on Alex’s shoulder startling him slightly and softly said: “Here, I’ll walk around with Philip. Don’t worry, just take your time.”

Alex nodded gratefully and let Philip go, Thomas took his hand and asked: “Want to play a game with me, Philip?”

“Yeah!” Philip clapped in his hands.

“We’re going try to find all the stones with a little cross on it, okay?” Thomas felt slightly bad that he was turning other people’s final resting places into a game with a kid, but with his view of what death was like, he didn’t think they’d mind.

They had found around twenty-onegraves with a cross on it when Thomas noticed Alex get up. He steered Philip back to John’s grave while they looked and when they got back to the grave Alex smiled watery at Philip and asked: “What do you think of hot chocolate, Pip?”

Philip bounced excitedly and asked: “Is there whipped cream? Uncle Herc gave me hot chocolate with whipped cream and it was the yummiest.”

“We can ask,” Alex replied, taking his kid’s hand.

The drive to the small cafe started silent, but then Philip asked Thomas what sort of flowers he liked. Thomas told him cornflowers were his favorite and after that the two talked about flowers, while Alex stared out of the window.

It was still strange to see Alex without a fire burning in his eyes and Thomas remembered how Angelica had told him that Philip had probably saved his life. It was disturbing how accurate it seemed and Thomas wanted to shake the man until he was back to office Alex, but he knew that wasn’t what he needed right now and he knew he would have hated it.

Today reminded him that their grief was different. Alex’s was younger and unexpected. When he’d married Martha, he knew they would have limited time. She was not ripped from him, just softly eased out of his arms.

The loss still hurt, God, it hurt so much and sometimes he wanted to curl up into a ball and yank all of his hair out in the hope the numbness and pain just went away.

But he got used to it.

Martha was someone he could never forget. She’d always be there in his heart, guiding him to be a better man and keep going. It had taken a long while for him to get there, for him to see her hand on his shoulder wasn’t holding him in place, but pushing him forwards.

She’d always told him, he would do great things and he’d better keep a picture of her with him so that she could see it. And he would try to do that.

But Alex didn’t have that.

Alex had a man who had promised him a future together, who had told him forever ‘till the end, who gave him a family and said they would raise their child together. A man who was taken without warning.

Thomas couldn't imagine, but that wasn’t the point. He couldn't imagine the loss, but he could help soothe it by being there right now, because Alex couldn't use anyone pitying him today, couldn't use having to worry about Philip. So Thomas did what he couldn't.

In the cafe he got excited with Philip over the triple chocolate hot chocolate they had and ordered tea for him and Alex. He pointed out the painting they had on the wall and played I Spy, leaving Alex to sip his tea absentmindedly.

When Philip had a sufficient chocolate mustache and was falling asleep in his chair after the day, they left. The drive silent with Philip’s dozing.

At the house Thomas asked: “Do you want me to cook or are you good for now?”

Alex hesitated, then said: “I always make Hoppin’ Johns on his birthday and stuff, it’s a long story, but uhm- if you- I’d like you to stay. For dinner. Only if you want to of course.”

Thomas hadn’t expected the invitation, but accepted after a beat: “Well, I won’t say no to free food and Philip did promise to show me some of his drawings.”

“Who am I to deny you a Philip Hamilton Art Tour,” Alex smiled and let him into the house, informing Philip of the evening plans, which of course caused the boy to perk up again and drag Thomas along with him, while Alex retreated to the kitchen.

Alex sat down at the kitchen bar and just took a moment to sit and breathe.

This day had gotten easier throughout the years, but he could clearly remember how that first time he’d almost ignored baby Philip’s cries just because he didn’t want to get out of bed. God, he’d felt so guilty. John had always wanted a family, Alex too, but John dreamed of being a dad and he’d almost ruined that.

Back then he’d sworn to himself that Philip would never fall victim to his own grief ever again, so when he found himself spiraling today, he did what he found hardest: he asked for help.

He hadn’t known exactly what he was doing until Thomas picked up. It hadn’t been a conscious decision, but he was glad he had. The man seemed to know exactly when to step in, what he couldn't handle and what he needed him to do.

And Pip liked him.

If you’d asked him about a month ago if he’d be okay with Thomas watching Pip and Pip being excited about it, he would have thrown a fit, but Thomas was surprisingly good with Pip. He seemed to listen and engage, never talk down.

It was weird to see, but Alex didn’t mind that much. His reaction to everything had been a breath of fresh air after all the worrying his friends always seemed to do.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved his friends and they had dragged him through his darkest times, but they couldn't seem to get that he was doing fine. It was just some days that the grief creeped in and dragged him down, but that didn’t mean he would go back to zero immediately.

Sometimes their worrying made him feel like he was a bad parent and he had been a slightly bad parent when John had just died, but he had tried and he wanted to prove that he would die for his son, his pride and joy.

He knew it was stupid that he felt like that, that he felt the need to show them that they didn’t have to check up on him and take Philip for a few days when it got too bad, but he had always struggled with getting validation, so he cut himself some slack.

Looking up he saw the clock. Half an hour had already passed of him just sitting there and he should really start cooking.

Slowly he set out all the ingredients for the Hoppin’ Johns. He tried not to tear up too much as he cooked, though he felt justified in blaming some of the tears on the onions.

When he was done, he set the table, feeling weird that there were three plates. Usually his friends came together and it rarely happened that there were three people. It felt wrong on some level, but also nice. Alex preferred not to think about it as he called them for dinner.

Pip came bounding down the stairs, pulling Thomas along as he yelled: “Papa, Papa, I showed Mr. Thomas my dino drawings on the wall and the wall with my other drawings and he says they’re very good and I wanna be an artist some day and Mr. Thomas says I probably could, isn’t that cool!”

Alex smiled: “That’s very cool, Pip. Now come here and eat your dinner.”

“Yes, Papa,” Pip said, climbing onto his chair and sitting down. He saw the food and said: “This is Daddy’s food, right Papa? Are you gonna say the words?”

“Yeah, Pip, it’s Daddy’s food,” Alex confirmed.

Thomas shot him a questioning look and Alex explained: “We eat this on days special to John, his family was religious. He wasn’t that much, but he liked the idea of Heaven, so we say grace for Daddy’s food.”

Ah, Thomas thought, that made sense. Martha hadn’t been religious at all, but she had a great love for Christmas, so Thomas dutifully decorated the house each year, no matter what.

Alex held out his hands and Pip grabbed one and also held out his hand, Thomas grabbed them both, following their example and bowed his head.

“I thank you, Lord, for the food on our table,” Alex began saying grace, “Today we eat this food with gratefulness that you, up in the Heavens, are watching over our sweet departed John. May he be happy in your presence and well taken care of until we can join him. Amen.”

“Amen,” Philip echoed, so Thomas did as well, before they started eating.

The food was good and Thomas made sure to complement Alex on his cooking. The man blushed and said: “I picked it up over the years. There are only so many times you can eat instant noodles, before you try to learn.”

Thomas laughed at that and agreed, before Philip asked what instant noodles were and the conversation moved on.

When dinner was done, it was already quite late. Alex got up and said: “Come on, Pip. Plate to the kitchen and then we’re getting ready for bed. You have school tomorrow.”

They brought their dishes to the kitchen and Thomas offered to clean up while Alex got Philip into bed. Alex protested and Thomas said: “It’s not charity, Alex. It’s as a thank you for the food, it was delicious and my Southern hospitality wouldn’t want to seem ungrateful.”

Alex eyed him suspiciously, but tiredness just won out and he nodded, before leading Philip out of the kitchen despite his sleepy whining that he wasn’t tired.

It still baffled Thomas how soft Alex got with Philip, how all his burning passion seemed to turn into a hearth of warmth to keep Philip safe from the cold. Thomas was sure that if Alex had to sacrifice everything in his life just to make Philip smile, he would.

After half an hour the kitchen looked clean and Alex came down the stairs, saying: “He must have been really tired, he’s already asleep,” there was a beat of silence, “Do you want coffee? Or maybe wine after this day.”

Thomas smirked: “I don’t think wine is a good idea or too much caffeine, but I wouldn’t mind some tea though.”

“Good. It was mostly a joke anyway – the wine part – I need to be up early tomorrow again to catch up on all the work I’ve ignored today,” Alex replied, starting the kettle, “Maybe tea is a good idea, I’ll join you.”

“Alex, it’s Sunday, what work could you have been doing?” he asked, baffled.

The other shrugged: “I work on my financial plan for the company and Washington isn’t the best with tech, so I go through his inbox to check if everything send correctly or if he missed anything accidentally. And I write essays for this blog I run, though that’s not really something I have to do per se.”

“Damn, you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep going like that,” Thomas told him, “And does Washington know you’re doing that?”

Alex shrugged: “I think he’s on to me, but he hasn’t confronted me yet, so he either hasn’t noticed or it’s helping and he doesn’t want to admit it.”

Thomas made a ‘that’s fair’-face, before commenting: “You and Washington are close, if he allows you to do stuff like that.”

“I suppose,” Alex pouring the hot water in their cups, “He’s kinda the one who was a solid in my life ever since I got to the States. Me and John both served under him in the military.”

“You were military?” Thomas asked, surprised.

“Yeah, didn’t last long though,” Alex answered, “I joined at seventeen, came out as trans two years later and quit, not the best environment. The only good thing in that whole institution were John and Washington.”

“I didn’t know,” Thomas said, “That explains the Grandpa George thing.”

Alex blushed at that and muttered: “I didn’t start that, it’s fucking embarrassing. Angelica taught it to Pip and Washington went with it because he’s a little shit and I can’t really say anything, because he and his wife are the only grandparents he has.”

“John’s parents are gone?” Thomas asked.

“Nah, but they were homophobic transphobic bigoted assholes, so they’re as good as out of the picture,” Alex told him, “Both our sides were equally empty at the wedding, though some of his siblings managed to sneak out.”

“What was your wedding like?” Thomas asked, they had moved to sit at the kitchen bar while they talked and Alex lit up at the question.

“It was one of the best daysof my life. We both had decided on white suits, I looked like and idiot, but John was beautiful,” Alex told him, “John wanted to walk down the isle real bad and Washington gave him away, he cried. Never admitted it to anyone, but he cried. I did too though, so I can’t really judge.”

Alex took a sip, then went on: “We convinced Herc to be our flower girl, it was hilarious. And the Schuyler sisters rapped as a bridesmaid speech, it was absolutely priceless. Did you know Eliza can beat box?”

“No,” Thomas chuckled.

“Me neither, but she can and it’s so weird. She had like this blue dress Herc made, looking like a proper lady and then she beat boxed while Angie and Peggy rapped about how me and John were both stupid for not confessing for three years,” Alex laughed.

“You did confess for three whole years?” Thomas asked with disbelief.

He tried to ignore how his own crush on Alex had been festering for the past two years, ever since he’d met him. A crush he had pushed down and instead argued with the man every time as if he were a school boy, but he had his reasons, he told himself.

“Yeah, we were great at dancing around each other,” Alex smiled, “Both convinced that him using every phone call while away on duty to call me was super platonic. And then in college we roomed together, shoving our beds together, platonically of course.”

Thomas laughed at that, before asking: “How did you get together if you were both that dense?”

Alex was blushing like an idiot, Thomas noted, and he hadn’t answered Thomas’s question. Glee lit up in his eyes as he asked: “Okay, how dumb was it? It must be dumb if you’re that embarrassed about it.”

“We accidentally lockedourselvesinacloset,” he confessed quickly as if saying it faster made it disappear.

“How the fuck do you do that?” Thomas wheezed.

“It was a stupid closet anyway,” Alex huffed, crossing his arms and looking away, “It was a supply closet and we were cleaning it and we had set the brooms outside and when I closed the door to get behind it one of them fell and locked us in.”

“That’s amazing,” Thomas said.

Alex gave up his huffy manner and grinned as he agreed: “In hindsight it was hilarious, yeah. God, it was so stupid, John was so stupid.”

It was quiet for a moment, Alex was lost in thought and Thomas just reveling in the calm.

“What was he like? John, I mean,” Thomas asked softly.

Alex raised a brow as he looked at him, but apparently saw nothing off putting in them, because he answered: “John was the stupidest, bravest and kindest person I know. He and Pip are so alike that it hurts sometime.”

He sighed deeply, then said: “He was rash, always rushing into danger first when in the military, last one out too.”

The last part sounded bitter and Thomas couldn't blame him.

“John loved to draw as well,” Alex told him, “I still have all his sketchbooks and one of the rooms in the house is an atelier. At first I couldn't bring myself to change it, but now- well, maybe Pip will use it someday.”

“But he wanted to be a nurse, drawing was just a hobby,” Alex wenton, “John loved helping people. Whenever someone in ourfriend group was sick, he would be at their door with soup and meds in no time. Whenever I had my period he would cuddle with me and watch shitty movies and bring me chocolate, it was so sweet.”

“He sounds like a catch,” Thomas said.

“He really was,” Alex chuckled, voice slightly breaking. It was nice to tell Thomas about John, he hadn’t known him. Everyone already knew John, had their own stories with him and their own interpretations of him. They would always color Alex’s John with their own versions of him, but Thomas couldn't do that. It was refreshing.

They talked for a little while, before Alex was drooping in his seat, the day had been emotionally exhaustive.

“I’m gonna go home and you should go to bed, Alex,” Thomas said after watching Alex almost fall out of his chair a few times.

“You know, for once I’m not even going to bother arguing with you,” Alex replied, getting out of his chair to see Thomas out.

Before he could leave, a small voice stopped: “Thomas, I, uhm- I wanted to- just, uhm, you know, thank you.”

Thomas turned back, trying to keep the surprise off his face as hesmiled: “No problem. Goodnight, Alex.”

“Uh, yeah, goodnight, Thomas.”

The big shift he had expected a month ago happened that Monday, though big wasn’t the right word necessarily. It was subtle for anyone who didn’t know any better. The arguments turned into banter and the screaming matches about company protocol turned into tentative collaboration.

No one who hadn’t known before how much they yelled and argued would call the changes big, but there was something that made it special.

Two months ago everyone would call them rivals – enemies if they wanted to be dramatic – with a mutual hate that permeated the work floor. But now there was a soft friendship starting between them that grew through the weeks.

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A/N:

This is not a guide on how to deal with grief, for the love of god don’t take advise from fics. I have tried my best to make it not shit and somewhat accurate, but I can promise nothing.

#RR writing #tw: grief #Hamilton #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #philip hamilton #Hamilton AU #John Laurens mentioned #'Till Death Do Us Part #'Till Death Do Us Part Part 2 #'Till Death Do Us Part AU #jamilton

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Weekend Things

Pairing: Mirio x Fem!reader

Summary: Mirio calls you over for an emergency, but it’s not what you think.

A/n: Mirio and reader are in their early 20s

Word Count: 1959

“Mirio!” You repeatedly knocked on the door, anxiety coursing through your veins. “Mirio Togata! I swear if you don’t come open this door right now I’m going to break it down,” your voice was laced with panic as your knocking gradually transformed to banging.

The door in front of you swung open revealing a beaming Mirio. He disregarded your confused expression and pulled you into a bear hug, picking you up off the ground. “Y/n! The prettiest hero there is.”

As much as you wanted to take a moment to enjoy being in his arms, the panic in you wouldn’t let you. You squirmed out of his large arms and cupped his face in your hands, “What’s wrong? What’s the emergency?” You tilted his head in every direction, checking for any scrapes or bruises. You let out a tense breath once you were satisfied before your mind flew to the next person in the apartment.

With a gentle push, you had managed to make your way into his apartment. Your eyes frantically searched around for what could’ve been dire enough to make him text you in all caps. Everything seemed spick and span aside from the dolls strewn across the living room. You looked around for the small figure that typically ran through Mirio’s apartment on the weekends to no avail. “Where’s Eri? Is everything okay? She did come over right? It’s Saturday.”

“Relax,” Mirio laughed, grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you to face him. He planted a quick kiss on your forehead in an attempt to calm you. “We’re both okay.” His smile dropped into a worried expression when he saw the kiss didn’t work.

Your expression quickly twisted into a scowl, eyes burning with anger. “You told me there was an important emergency that couldn’t wait,” you snapped at him, slapping his chest. He had you worried to death. You were at work when you got his text and you dropped everything to come over thinking he and Eri were in danger.

“Auntie Y/n,” a tiny voice squealed, quickly followed by rapid footsteps.

You put your boiling anger on pause, setting it on the back burner of your mind so it could simmer. A shocked gasp escaped your lips as you turned towards the girl running towards you. Two lopsided and uneven ponytails sat on the top of her head with half-done bows wrapped around them. “Hey sweetheart,” you drawled out, forcing a smile on your face. You scooped her into your arms before kissing her cheek. “What’s up with the new hair-do?”

Eri’s bright smile faded into an embarrassed expression, “I asked uncle Mirio to do my hair so I could be a princess.”

“You did,” you asked in a gentle voice as you glanced over at Mirio who was turning beet red.

Eri nodded and cupped her hand to your ear to whisper, “he’s not very good at it though.”

You shared a quiet giggle with the girl in your arms. “He isn’t, is he?” She shook her head in response and reached up to fiddle with the bows on her head. “Well, between me and you, that’s why I only let him help comb my hair.” Mirio let out a dramatic gasp causing both of you to giggle even more. “It’s a good thing he called me ‘cause this is definitely an emergency.” Your previous rage was dissipating with every second Eri was in your arms. “Why don’t we go make you the most beautiful princess ever?” Eri nodded enthusiastically, her bright smile returning to her face.

You had made it halfway down the hall before you heard Mirio timidly call out to you. “Mind if I come?” You turned around to see his pleading eyes and bashful smile.

“What do you think Princess Eri, should we let him come or should we make it a girl night?”

“I think he wants to come because he likes you a lot,” Eri whispered, giggling into her hand.

“Hey,” he pouted, “what are you whispering about over there.” Eri squealed and hid her face from him in your neck.

You raised an eyebrow and pursed your lips thoughtfully. “Well sunshine, the princess has spoken. You can come, but no playing with the hair.”

Mirio mumbled a quiet, “the first time I’ve heard that.” He flashed his usual goofy grin before taking off running towards you. The small surprised yelps and giggles that came from you and Eri as he scooped you into his arms were like music to his ears. The sounds filled him with an uncontrollable joy that seeped out through his smile. Hearing those sounds were always the best part of his weekend.

He carried both of you to Eri’s room, holding you close to his chest the whole way. Which should’ve been only a few steps for him, but this time it took him forever. He set you down carefully before plopping down on Eri’s bed. He sat crossed leg, rocking and giggling like a child. “I’ll be a throne for queen Y/n,” Mirio joked, patting his thighs.

You rolled your eyes, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks. Eri’s heartwarming laughter and Mirio’s dorky grin brought an amused smile to your face. “The best throne there is.” You obliged and sat in his lap, almost instantly feeling his arms engulf your waist.

“If you’re the throne, then who’s going to be the king,” Eri asked as she ran to her dresser to grab her comb and box of bows and ponytail holders. She made herself comfy on the floor between your legs, doing the same little excited rocking as Mirio.

“Well maybe if queen Y/n feels nice she can give me a kiss and turn me into a handsome king,” he mused in response.

“I think I like you more as a throne,” you teased. He rested his chin on your shoulder with a defeated huff. Eri’s expecting look didn’t make it any better. You sighed dramatically despite the butterflies in your stomach. “Fine, if I must.” You felt a playful swat on your leg after you pecked his cheek.

“No silly, haven’t you ever read the books. You have to kiss him on the lips,” Eri scolded you. She looked at Mirio and gave him her best wink, her other eye closing a bit too much so it looked more like a long blink. He snickered quickly before he tried to cover it by sushing her.

“Getting the kid to be your wingman, clever move Miri.” You hooked a finger under his chin, turning him to face you. You stared at him, taking in the swirl of excitement and desire in his eyes. He eagerly captured your lips with his, kissing you like it was his first time. It was one of your favorite parts about kissing him. No matter how many times you kissed, he always had had a hunger like you were the first and last kiss he’ll ever get. You reluctantly broke the kiss before either of you got lost in it. “Can I focus on getting the gorgeous princess ready now,” you asked both of them, pretending to be annoyed.

They nodded in unison before Eri turned around, giving you full access to her hair. You opened Spotify on your phone and hit shuffle, Put Your Records On quietly filling the silence. Mirio hooked his chin over your shoulder as he watched you gently undo the bows and take her hair down. He absentmindedly hummed along, tapping the beat on your waist.

Everything about the moment just felt right to him. The music, you in his lap, and the little person sitting between your legs. He wanted every day to be like this, not just the weekends. He wanted another you that he’d learn songs for even if it meant he’d have to get a bigger apartment or a house. His fingers stopped momentarily as it dawned on him what his thoughts were getting at. He wanted a family with you. Sure, playing family with you whenever Eri or Midoriya would come over, but he wanted something more.

You smiled softly as you brushed Eri’s hair. You could feel Mirio focusing intently on your every move, his breath tickling your neck ever so often. “Alright sweetheart, one ponytail or two?”

“Two, please.”

Mirio watched in amazement as your fingers nimbly parted her hair. He took mental notes so he could attempt to do it next time. Two strands out front. Middle part. The sections you took for the ponytails weren’t nearly as big as the ones he had done earlier. Now that he saw it done properly, he realized his attempt earlier looked more like two messy ponytails instead of a half-up half-down style. You made everything look easier and more graceful. His eyes wandered up your arms to your face, admiring the peaceful look on it. He kissed your shoulder tenderly, pulling your back flush against his chest. You had two braids, one for each ponytail, done in what felt like a blink of an eye.

You finished up by tying matching bows on each ponytail. “And done, go see how you like it, princess Eri.”

Eri took off running out of the room towards the bathroom, grinning ear to ear.

“Blossom,” Mirio whispered into your neck as he planted various little pecks on your skin. You hummed and muttered a ‘yeah, sunshine’ in acknowledgment, staying still so he could continue his tender attack. “Could you see yourself doing this one day? Y’know being together with a little one of our own.”

You snapped your head towards him with a dumbfounded expression that made him feel a little silly for asking.

“You’re great with Eri and Deku! They practically love you more than I do,” Mirio chuckled nervously as he tried to convince you.

“Auntie Y/n I love it,” Eri exclaimed as she came rushing back into the room. She flung herself at you, her little arms wrapping around you the best they could. “Thank you!”

Mirio cleared his throat and forced his normal smile onto his face. “Guess you can say Y/n is the number one hair-o!” His chest rumbled with laughter, shaking you slightly.

You rolled your eyes and stifled a giggle. “You’re such a dork,” you squished his cheeks together which only made him laugh harder.

“Told ya auntie Y/n is the best hair-o for emergencies,” Eri joined in, giggling uncontrollably. “You should get another apartment with a room for her so she can always be around to help! Then we can have sleepovers all the time.”

It still blew your mind whenever you thought about how Mirio bought a three-bedroom apartment just so Eri and Izuku would always have a place to stay with him. He was always so thoughtful like that.

“You’re one smart cookie, Eri-chan. Then Y/n can help me train to be the number two hair-o.”

Maybe they were onto something. Maybe having this become a everyday thing wouldn’t be so bad, especially if every moment was like this. “Guess you’ll have to find a place for me until then, sunshine.”

“Oh! Oh! I know! You can stay in my room!” Eri’s eyes glowed with excitement at her proposal.

“Well, uh, my bed is bigger, so it can fit all three of us. Besides, Y/n already has some stuff in my room.” You bit back a smile as you listened to him try to come up with reasons to have you stay in his room.

You cut in, saving him from his rambling. “Right, plus I can keep uncle Mirio from storing too loudly so you can get some sleep.”

“Then it’s settled, let’s move you in today!”

#my hero academia mirio #mirio togata #mirio headcanons #my hero academia #mirio x reader #my hero academia eri #mha eri #mha mirio #mirio togata fluff #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha fluff

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fanficshiddles · 4 years

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Caught in his web, Chapter 43

Officer Stones sat at his desk, staring at the computer screen. To anyone passing by, it looked like he was typing. But if you looked closer, you’d see that he was just staring into a blank screen, fingers poised over the keyboard.

‘Stones!’ The officer on reception called again, finally getting his attention.

‘S… Sorry. What is it?’ Stones asked, looking up from the computer.

‘There’s someone who wants to speak to you, I’ve sent him into interrogation room three.’

‘Oh, thanks.’ Stones got up from his chair and winced at the pain in his thigh, but he took a deep breath and hobbled his way into the interrogation room. His stomach sank when he saw it was Kenneth. The one man he had been dreading to see.

‘Have you seen Chloe? Are you any closer to getting Loki yet?’ Kenneth asked, desperate.

Stones swallowed and rubbed the back of his head, trying to stop his hands from shaking. ‘No… There is no case on Laufeyson.’

Kenneth frowned. ‘What? What do you mean?’

‘Myself and a few detectives have done extensive investigating on Laufeyson and there is nothing to be found. He’s a model citizen of the city. Your daughter is there of her own free will, she can leave whenever she wants. And… And Laufeyson has put in a report about you harassing her, so I have to ask you to keep your distance from them.’ Stones said, his words like they’d been recited in his head a million times over.

‘But… This is bullshit, you know it is… Wait, he’s gotten to you, hasn’t he?’ Kenneth suddenly realised. ‘He got to you too, what did he do?’ Kenneth’s voice was rising.

Stones put his hands out in defence. ‘Please, Sir. There is absolutely nothing else that can be done.’

Kenneth started at Stones. He could see it in his eyes that it was killing him to be saying those things. That’s when Kenneth knew, Loki had most definitely gotten to him somehow.

He ran his hand down his face. ‘Forget it. I’ll get my daughter back some other way.’ Kenneth kicked a chair over in anger and rushed out the door, pushing past some officers who looked confused.

Stones let out a shaky breath and fell back against the wall, he loosened his tie, feeling a bit restrained. After taking some deep breaths, he got himself composed again before going back to his desk.

The Previous Day

Stones had barely stepped outside of his home at five in the morning when he was grabbed and swiftly knocked out over the head with a hit from the handle of a gun.

When Stones came round, he was tied to a chair with his wrists behind it and his ankles tied to the legs. His head lolled forward and to the side, feeling so heavy, until he managed to focus.

He raised his head up and his eyes widened in anger as he tried pulling free from the chair.

‘You fucking bastard! You better let me go. Just wait till I’

‘Oh quiet, your threats are empty at this time. Do you not realise you have the disadvantage right now?’ Loki asked, glaring at him as he leaned back against his desk.

Ethan and Samuel were off to the side, watching and keeping an eye. James was sitting in the corner of the room, waiting patiently.

‘This just proves what you are.’ Stones hissed, glaring at Loki.

Loki chuckled and slipped his hands into his pockets as he started walking towards him, taking large but slow steps.

‘And what is that, Officer?’ He asked, stopping right on front of him, towering over him.

‘A monster!’ Stones spat.

Loki threw his head back, laughing. ‘Ohhh, but I’ve known that for a long time. Why don’t you tell me something I don’t know?’ He started to slowly walk around him, circling him like prey. ‘Like how about you tell me all about your lovely little family. That adorable son you have. He’s what, two?’

Stones’ eyes widened in terror at the mention of his family.

‘And then there’s your older daughter, who just turned fifteen last week. Is that right, Stones?’ Loki grinned, moving on front of him again. He knew by the look on his face that he had him. This was his sore spot.

Stones swallowed hard and stared up at Loki, not knowing what to say anymore.

‘Your wife is certainly a beauty, perhaps a bit too old for my liking though. But I might know of someone who would certainly be interested. Your kids however, well they would not be of much use to anyone. But they’re small, could be disposed of very easily.’

Stones jolted in the chair, his anger rising again. ‘Don’t you dare hurt them!’

Loki chuckled and turned away for a moment, then he suddenly turned back and punched him in the stomach. Stones cried out in utter agony as he leaned over.

Loki then grabbed his hair and forced his head back painfully, his scalp burned.

‘I will hurt whoever I want to hurt. Especially when someone is sticking their nose into my business, scaring my girl and trying to get her to turn on me.’ Loki snarled.

He let go of Stones’ hair and took out his dagger, flipping it up in the air he caught it again and stabbed it straight down into Stones’ thigh. His screaming filled the room, it continued when Loki pulled the dagger out of his flesh.

Stones was gasping and crying in agony as he looked down at his thigh.

Loki grabbed his face roughly, squeezing his cheeks. ‘Stop crying, you pathetic man.’ He snarled. ‘Now listen to me. I am a fair man and I do believe in giving people a second chance. So you listen and you listen closely.’

Stones nodded, the best he could anyway. So Loki let go of him and took a step back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a napkin to clean his dagger.

‘I will let you return to your perfect little family. They won’t be harmed, and my accountant over here will give you the details of a new bank account, a college fund for both of your kids. You’ll find there is ample amount in there to see them comfortably through as much education as they please. Your wife will receive an anonymous donation for the charity she runs. And you, will leave my Chloe alone. You will not interfere with any of my business again, and you will stop trying to prove that you are of any worth to Kenneth. If you don’t follow my instructions, it won’t just be you that’s here again. I will not hesitate to come after you and your family. Every last one of them. From your auntie and uncle in Australia, to your poor old mother in Ireland. Do I make myself clear?’

Loki finished with his dagger and folded his hands on front of him as he awaited an answer.

Stones was breathing heavy, trying to focus through the pain. But he knew he was beaten. He wasn’t going to risk his family, and Loki seemed to know everything about him. Which was absolutely terrifying.

‘Answer me, Stones.’ Loki snarled and lunged at him, pushing his chest he knocked him flying backwards, but Loki then grabbed his shirt and stopped him from falling just before he hit the ground. He sneered down at him. ‘I won’t ask again.’

‘Ok… ok!’ Stones gasped. ‘I’ll stay away… I will… I promise… Please, don’t hurt my family.’ Stones broke down crying.

Loki grinned and straightened him back up. He put his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned down, so his eyes were level with Stones.

‘That’s a good boy.’ He mocked, patting his cheek hard. ‘Wasn’t so hard now, was it?’

Stones just glared at Loki, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his thigh. Loki turned to James and nodded, signalling for James to transfer the money over. Loki then looked at Ethan and Samuel. ‘Get him cleaned up and out of my sight.’

‘Sure thing, boss.’ Samuel nodded and the two men moved in to do their work.

Loki went across his office and poured himself a small whiskey. He took a sip and pulled out his phone to message Chloe. But that’s when he realised that she didn’t have one at the moment, as he had to get her a new number. But he decided to just upgrade her phone anyway to the newest iPhone.

So he made a call instead to get one sorted for her.

That evening when Loki returned home, he found Chloe in the living room watching a film. She was curled up on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around her and a glass of wine on the table next to her, along with some chocolate.

‘Well, well, well. What do we have here?’ He grinned and glided across the room to join her.

Chloe smiled up at him as he cupped her cheek and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Then after pouring himself a drink from the bar, he sat down next to her. She turned around so she could lean into him, sliding her arm across his middle.

Loki smiled and rested his chin on top of her head as he put his arm around her, holding her closely.

‘What is this drivel you’re watching?’

‘Oi! It’s not drivel. It’s really good, this is the second time I’ve seen it. It’s called A quiet place.’

‘There’s nothing happening.’ Loki grumbled.

‘Just wait. It’s not long started.’ Chloe grinned, snuggling more into him.

‘Hm.’

But then Loki quickly learned why it was so quiet.

‘Poor kid.’ He commented.

‘Yeah. Not a very nice start, is it?’

‘Not at all.’ Loki chuckled.

A little further into the film, Loki reached into his pocket and pulled out an iPhone. ‘Here, doll. Instead of just a new sim card and number, I thought I would get you an upgrade.’

Chloe sat up and took the phone from him. ‘Oh, wow. Thank you! I thought my last phone was an upgrade.’

‘It was.’ Loki smirked. ‘But this is an even better upgrade.’

‘Clearly!’ Chloe giggled.

After getting her new phone, Chloe was more engrossed in checking out the new features than watching the film. Loki watched her in amusement as she downloaded her favourite apps.

‘So, you’re no longer interested in watching the movie?’ Loki asked, sliding his hand up to stroke the back of her neck.

‘Eh. I’ve seen it before.’ She shrugged.

Loki shook his head, chuckling. He thought she would be too occupied to notice as he reached over the back of her, aiming for her chocolates. But just as he grabbed one, Chloe slowly turned her head to glare at him.

‘Excuse me?’ She raised her eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face at the look on his face as both of his eyebrows shot up and he pursed his lips. Freezing his movements.

They stared at each other for a moment, then Loki tried to quickly pull his arm back and eat the chocolate. But as he did so, she tried grabbing his arm to stop him, making him laugh. They ended up wrestling to try and get the chocolate, but Loki won. He managed to toss it into his mouth.

‘Nooooo! That’s my chocolate!’ Chloe laughed and then dove for the rest.

Loki grabbed her middle and tried tickling her, momentarily stopping her from reaching her goal. He then leaned right over the back of her and swooped the last of it up.

‘Arghhhh!’ Chloe groaned and tried getting up again.

She scrambled onto his lap as he held the chocolate high up. She reached up and attempted pulling his arms down to her level, but he had such impossibly long arms it wasn’t fair.

Chloe then suddenly had an idea. She quickly flipped her top right up over her breasts and leaned forward, shoving them right into Loki’s face. He was so surprised by her actions that he dropped the chocolate.

‘YES!’ She cheered, grabbing it and clambering off his lap.

But he circled his arm around her middle and hauled her back down on the sofa next to him.

‘Nooooo. Let me have the chocolate and I’ll give you a blowjob?’ She suggested quickly.

Loki froze, contemplating the offer. ‘Hmmm… Why should I compromise when I know I could have both?’ He winked at her and quickly wrapped his lips around a piece of the chocolate, plucking it right from her fingers.

But he allowed her to have the last few bits.

‘You’re such an ass.’ She humphed, settling down next to him again.

He laughed and slid his hand under her top, lightly tickling across her abdomen. ‘You know, I sorted our little problem of that Officer Stones today.’ He hummed.

‘Oh? What did you do?’

Loki chuckled and hooked her chin as he kissed her. ‘Don’t worry about that, doll. All you need to know, is that he won’t be bothering us again. I promise.’

‘Ok.’ Chloe nodded.

She thought she was probably better off not knowing anyway.

#Loki #tom hiddleston #fan fiction #caught in his web

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therealjordan23 · 4 years

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Either adult Debbigail or adult Huelet, whichever couple you want, babysitting the other couple's kid(s)? ❤💜 💙💗

Sure anon :D I was in the mood to write some Louna however, so please forgive me😂

After her and Louie’s honeymoon to Southern Mouseton, Lena had been feeling off. She would vomit shadows, her powers would go ballistic, and everything her husband did got on her nerves. Scared of what was happening to her unstable powers and body, Lena had begrudgingly gone to her Aunt Magica, who had told her two simple words that would change her life:

You’re pregnant.

Lena, not wanting to believe it, dashed home and took a pregnancy test. She wasn’t entirely sure if normal pregnancy tests worked on shadows like herself, but considering it was Louie’s baby as well, she took a chance. With trembling hands, Lena glanced at the test, where two faint lines were just barely visible.

“How?” Lena asked herself, despite knowing exactly how it had happened. Mouseton had sure bought out Louie’s romantic side.

She was terrified: it was way too early in their marriage to be talking about children, something she and Louie weren’t expecting for another 5 or so years. Panic wracked her body, and dozens of questions rang throughout her head: her baby was going to be half shadow and half person? Would they retain some of Lena’s powers? How long were shadows even pregnant? And most importantly, how on Earth was she supposed to tell Louie?

That night, Louie was in a certain mood, and gently grabbed his wife, nibbling on her neck. Lena giggled, about to give in, until she remembered the baby she was carrying. She roughly shoved Louie away, and ran into the bathroom, locking it, and sliding down the door. She buried her face into her arms, and began sobbing.

“Lena?” Louie asked from the other side. He didn’t sound angry at all.

“J-just go away, Louie.” she sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve.

“Let’s talk. What happened back there?” he asked, keeping his voice steady.

“I said go away!” she snapped, this time louder.

“Lena.” he pleaded.

Lena lost it. She stood up, and angrily blasted purple fire towards the bathroom door. She expected it to burst open in a flurry of flames, but instead, the door somehow managed to absorb the energy. Lena was shocked, and took a step back. The door glowed a gentle shade of blue, unlocked on its own, and there stood Louie, his friendship bracelet glowing. A passive expression donned his face, and he gazed down at her with those dark eyes she had fallen in love with. She felt small, and her breath hitched under Louie’s intense scrutiny.

“Care to tell me what’s gotten you so upset this evening, Mrs. Duck?” he asked, gently slipping his hand into hers.

“I’m pregnant.”

She looked up to find her husband gone…

And on the floor, completely knocked out.

ooo

It had been almost a year since Casey DeSpell-Duck was born. Both 26 year old Louie and Lena had been busy raising their son, who certainly hadn’t been expected to be announced two weeks after Louie and Lena’s wedding, but everyone was thrilled. He was constantly surrounded by people he loved, and was showered with affection on a daily basis.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to watch him, guys? I know he can be a handful,” Louie said to his older brother and Webby. Louie and Lena were planning a romantic weekend together, and it would mark the first time they’ve gone out since Casey’s birth.

Dewey laughed. “Relax, guys. He’s only 9 months old. How much harm can he do?”

Lena shot her brother-in-law a glare. “Magica said 9 months is when he should start gaining some of his magical ability. Maybe Louie and I should just stay…” she pondered, but Dewey wasn’t having any of it.

“Nope. You two are going, and that’s final,” Dewey said. “Webby and I will take care of him.”

“So Magica’s still cooperating with you?” Webby asked.

“Oh yeah, especially now that she’s dating Uncle Gladstone,” Louie shrugged. “Say what you want about Magica, but she has a real soft spot for this kid.” he shrugged, gently pinching his son's cheek.

Lena snorted. “She’s up to something, I can feel it.”

Before Lena could go on an hour long angry rant about Magica, Louie held her.

“Honey, we’re going on vacation, and I really don’t want Magica in my head.” he murmured, gently nuzzing the sensitive spot on her neck.

“Woah, woah, woah! It is way too early to have baby number 2.” Dewey laughed, stepping in between them.

Lena managed a smile, and set Casey down. Webby held her arms out, and Casey crawled over to her. She giggled, and carried him.

“Now, get going, you two! Go! Have some fun,” Dewey said, ushering them out of the door.

“Dewey, wait! There are some rules—”

“Louie,” Dewey smiled. “We can handle it. Now get going!”

With that, Dewey slammed the Manor’s door in his face. Louie pondered there for a bit, until his wife grabbed him.

“Come on, Lou. Dewey’s right about one thing, we need to take our minds off of this,” Lena said, slipping her hands into his.

He sighed. “I know… I’ve just never been apart from him,” Louie frowned, stroking the moustache he’d recently begun growing out.

“Neither have I, Louie. But now, let’s just focus on us, okay?” she pleaded softly.

Louie smiled, and drew her in for a gentle kiss. She let out a yelp when she felt his hand travel down to her butt, and Louie simply smirked at her shocked reaction. She never expected bold moves from him like this, but when he took the risk, she found herself more than pleased.

“None of that here, mister,” she scolded, her hands on his firm chest.

Laughing, he dragged her to their car.

Back inside, Webby carried Casey around, gently spinning him around.

“Who’s excited to spend some time with Auntie Webby?” she cooed, to which Casey smiled angelically…

Before he vomited a blast of purplish-blue magic at her. Webby remained frozen, and stared at her nephew.

“I guess he is,” Dewey supplied helpfully, trying not to laugh when he saw that she had singed off eyebrows and soot all over her face.

“Hold him.” Webby ordered, walking to the bathroom to wash her face.

Dewey smiled as he watched her walk off, and suddenly blushed when he realized that he was checking his girlfriend out while holding his nephew. Dewey and Webby had never talked about having children, the mere thought terrified Dewey to his core. It had taken years for him to get over his commitment issues, and it was part of the reason why he’d waited so long to ask Webby out. He sighed. He knew Webby was ready to get married, and start a family of their own, but… sometimes he didn’t feel ready.

Dewey groaned, glancing at his nephew, his frown immediately morphing into a smile—he was definitely Louie and Lena’s child alright. He had Louie’s head shape, and he even sported Louie’s hairstyle back when he was younger, the only difference being that Casey sported pink tips. Dewey had always assumed Lena’s pink hair had been dyed, but now, his nephew also sported those same pink tips. He had the same mischievous glint in his eyes that both Louie and Lena shared, and Dewey shuddered. Louie and Lena were bad enough on their own, but now, they bore a child. He wondered how much trouble Casey would get in when he was in his teenage years.

“You don’t look like a troublemaker yet,” Dewey said thoughtfully. “But if you find yourself in a situation you don’t want Mommy or Daddy finding out about, then your Uncle Dewey’s here for you, bud.” he said with a smile, and Casey’s eyes shined. In fact, they shined too much.

Dewey yelped, ducking his head before Casey’s eyes blazed a brilliant purple. His eyes shot magic beams into the ceiling, hitting the chandelier. Dewey watched in horror as the chandelier slowly morphed into…

“Captain Peghook?!” Dewey yelped. How had Casey managed to summon the old pirate?

“I’M HERE FOR THE HEAD OF SCROOGE MCDUCK!” the ghostly pirate roared.

“Always,” Dewey grumbled, calmly setting Casey in his crib, stepping forward. “He’s not available. Can I take a message?” he asked. It wasn't a lie. Scrooge, along with the rest of the adults, were on an adventure.

Captain Peghook floated there for a few minutes, and glared at Dewey. “I guess you’ll do. Any blood of the McDuck clan is blood I want to spill!”

Dewey cringed. “Dude, gross.”

Captain Peghook growled, and held out his hand. The Deus Excalibur shimmered into his hand, and Dewey groaned.

“Come on, dude. It’s two on one!” Dewey protested.

Just then, Webby walked out, wiping her face with a towel. “You wouldn’t believe how much soot there was—OH MY GOD!” Webby screamed.

“And now, it’s not.” the pirate sneered gleefully.

Dewey tackled Webby just as the Deus Excalibur flew right towards her head.

“Dewey, how did this happen?! I left you alone for 5 minutes!”

He scowled. “How am I supposed to know?! Casey’s magic summoned him!”

“Well—”

“RAR!” the pirate roared, swinging the Deus Excalibur back and forth.

Dewey rolled them over, the vicious blade narrowly avoiding them. Webby pressed a hidden button on the ring on her finger, and managed to punch Captain Peghook.

“H-how?!” he asked.

“A ring from my grandma that allows me to make contact with ghosts! Grab Casey and get out of here!” she snapped, using a harsh tone.

Dewey nodded, and tried to make his way to his nephew only to come face to face with the Deus Excalibur. Dewey groaned. How on earth was he supposed to fight a floating sword? He eyed the fireplace, and grabbed one of the fire pit poker sticks.

“I wouldn’t come too close!” Dewey warned.

Dewey wasn’t sure if it was possible for a sword to look like it was in disbelief, but the Deus Excalibur gave it its best try. Dewey held up the fire poker, and he and the Deus Excalibur got into a nice sparring match. The Deus Excalibur got some good hits on him, and Dewey cursed. How was he supposed to fight a sword fighter with no fighter? The Deus Excalibur hit Dewey right in between the eyes with the butt of the sword, and he fell next to the fireplace, the fire poker clattering behind him. The Deus Excalibur loomed over him, the flames illuminated its metal blade with a vicious orange light, and Dewey felt a sense of doom wash over him.

“Heads up!” Webby cried, and in came flying a shield from the local knights armour that Scrooge liked to keep on display. The shield successfully hit the Deus Excalibur, and Dewey scrambled up, grabbing anything he could use as a weapon, and all he produced was a dirtied towel that Ms. Beakley used to clean the fireplace.

Call him crazy, but right now, Dewey prayed he was making the right decision. He grabbed either end of the towel, spinning it so it became a hard knot. The Deus Excalibur wriggled itself out from underneath the shield, and flew towards Dewey, blade first. Dewey glared at it, and quickly sidestepped, grabbing the handle of the sword, and wrapping the blade in the towel.

The Deus Excalibur wriggled in his grasp, but Dewey wasn’t about to let it go. He made sure the sword was tied up, and Dewey tossed it into the fireplace. He gazed across the room, where Webby was just about finished with Captain Peghook.

“ENOUGH!” Captain Peghook screamed suddenly, and Dewey and Webby were both encased by his ghostly blue light.

“I can’t move!” Dewey struggled.

“Me neither!” Webby cried.

“I need McDuck blood, and you’re no source of it, girl,” he sneered to Webby.

Webby gritted her teeth.

“You,” Captain Peghook smirked at Dewey. “You have fire in your eyes. I don’t wish to fight you.”

Dewey glared at him.

“But, I know someone here who is of McDuck DNA,” Captain Peghook grinned manically, his eyes landing on Casey.

“NO!” Dewey screamed.

“DEWEY, DO SOMETHING!” Webby screamed, desperately wishing she had some form of McDuck DNA within her.

“I-I can’t move!” Dewey cried, nearly on the verge of tears. “Captain Peghook, I’ll do anything! Just leave the baby alone!”

“Protective, eh?” Captain Peghook chuckled darkly. “Well, it’s too late for any offers.”

With that, Captain Peghook strode towards Casey, and Dewey and Webby’s screams of terror got louder. Captain Peghook unsheathed his sword, and raised it, eyeing Casey evilly.

“NO!” Webby screamed, squeezing her eyes shut as he brought the blade down on her nephew.

Then… silence. Captain Peghook didn’t chuckle or anything, Webby slowly opened her eyes, bracing herself for the gorey mess… only to find Captain Peghook’s sword on the floor, and Casey unharmed. An aura of purple magic shimmered around him, and Webby shuddered. Peghook’s ghostly restraints disappeared, and the couple dashed towards Casey.

He seemed unharmed, and totally fine. Dewey glanced at Webby, immediately wrapping her in a gigantic hug. Webby responded immediately, burying her face in Dewey’s chest.

“I’m so glad that you’re okay,” the couple said in unison.

He pressed his lips against hers, but Webby pulled back. Dewey frowned, but when she wiped some blood off of his lip using her thumb, he smirked, and they resumed their liplock. After they parted, Dewey carried his nephew, and brought him into the TV Room.

“I’m just confused as to what happened back there,” Dewey frowned, after rocking Casey to sleep.

“Me too,” Webby agreed. “I think—”

“Webby please. I just defied death. Let’s just relax.” he murmured.

Dewey gently set Casey into his little crib, and pressed his lips against hers again. Webby slowly mounted him, cupping his face, and running her tongue along his bottom lip. Dewey shivered, and parted his lips slightly, allowing Webby’s tongue to enter his own mouth, and soon enough, they found themselves in a heated makeout session.

Once they finished, they found themselves panting heavily for air. Webby worked on removing Dewey’s shirt, tossing it to the side.

“W-wait,” Webby stammered, when she felt his hands run up her sides, and underneath her bra.

“What?” Dewey murmured huskily, his face buried inside her neck.

“His hands are glowing!” Webby exclaimed nervously.

Casey’s hands began glowing, and a brilliant blast of purple blinded them once again. Dewey slowly opened his eyes to find a smoldering Glomgold in the middle of his TV Room.

“HAHA! I, FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD, HAVE MANAGED TO INFILTRATE THE HOUSE ON SCROOGE MCDUCK!” he laughed viciously.

“Of all people,” Webby grumbled, climbing off of Dewey. “To interrupt us!”

Glomgold’s eyes widened. “W-wait, I—AHH!”

Dewey just chuckled.

#ducktales #ducktales fanfiction #louie duck #lena sabrewing #lena de spell #dewey duck #webby vanderquack #louie x lena #dewey x webby #louna #debbigail #ask

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kaleidescope-writes · 4 years

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Faithfully Yours-- Chapter 6: Underneath

In partnership with @accio-boys

Billionaire!Tom Hiddleston x Doctor!Reader

Slow Burn! (Yay)

Warnings: Pre-Covid Activities (Please stay safe out there) taste of fluff, Roller coaster Rides, references to previous chapters, Cliffhanger(permanent warning), Long Chapter!!

Word Count: 3,719

Plz read final Note at the Very Bottom!!

Masterlist

The sound of distant laughter filled the morning air as you made your way down to the kitchen. It was 7am on Friday and you were planning to have an eleven hour shift before taking the weekend off to finally start planning the wedding. You were hoping to get most weekends off to focus on the wedding details. Unless there was an emergency at the hospital, in which case that would be your priority. You descended the stairs, going over today’s itinerary in anticipation. Making your way to the kitchen, the smell of food began to get overwhelming as Tom and Vivie came into your line of sight. “Good morning,” you greeted with a smile. Vivie turned to you and cheerily responded, “Good morning, Auntie Y/N!” Tom gave you a smile and nod before turning back to whatever he was cooking. “So what’s the plan for today?” Vivie asked excitedly as you sat down next to her. “Today, I have a few post-ops to attend to before I consult with another doctor on a surgery plan for a patient that came in recently. Finally, I have a meeting with the board of directors to discuss the finishing on a new policy that will grant Trans patients benefits their insurance doesn’t cover,” you explained. Vivie nodded, closely paying attention to every word you said.

“What’s a post op?” she asked curiously, giving you the cutest face of confusion ever. “Post op is a short term for Postoperative Care,” you began, “Basically it’s after a patient has surgery, they have to stay in the hospital for a bit to make sure they get better and stay healthy. We monitor them so we can prevent anything bad from happening just in case there are complications after the surgery.” Vivie nodded again, eager to learn every little thing you said about your job. Tom interjects before she could ask another question, “I’m glad you’re interested in Y/N’s job, but I’d prefer you not speak with your mouth full.” He sets down two plates of food, one for each of you. Handing you utensils, he gives you a small smile as you thank him before he goes back to his own unserved plate. He comes back seconds later and sits down in front of you before beginning to enjoy his meal.

There was a momentary silence between the three of you, only filled by the sound of the utensils making contact with the plates. It felt nice. For a brief moment, you were reminded of when you were a child having breakfast with your family. Back before you grew older and things began to get more complicated. Back before all the bad times you spent. It felt welcoming. It felt like this is where you were meant to be. As if this was your new family. You smiled at the thought.

“Auntie Y/N!” Vivie blurted, “Uncle Tom has something to ask you!” Tom gave her a quick look of horror before composing himself and turning back to you calmly. “It’s nothing really,” he dismissed, “It can wait.” You smirked, donning a tone of mock innocence as you spoke, “It’s ok, you can tell me.” Tom glared at you slightly, to which you returned a simple wink. “Vivie,” he began cautiously, “Go get your bag, I’ll take care of your plate.” Vivie nodded, getting up before she excused herself. You kept eye contact with Tom as you heard her leave the kitchen. Once she was far enough, Tom sighed before opening his mouth to speak. “Given what you told me last night about your brother, I believe it’s time we start selling our relationship more,” he proposed. You gave him a look of confusion and he took it as a sight to continue. “If it isn’t much trouble, I would like to invite you on a first formal date. If you’re not too occupied.”

Your jaw dropped slightly. Unable to process what he’d just said, you stared at him blankly. Was he kidding? Did he actually think it through before asking? You were completely dumbfounded. “I’ll take your silence as a no, then,” Tom muttered, keeping a neutral expression. “No, no,” you rushed out, “I mean yes, I’d love to!” Tom smirked, catching that word before you did. “Love to?” he repeated questioningly, smugness oozing out of him as he spoke.

“I didn’t mean that!” you exclaimed, “I just mean I think it’ll be a good idea. Tom nodded, keeping the expression from before. He stood, taking both his and Vivie’s plate over to the kitchen. “Then I’ll pick you up at 8 from the hospital. Wear something comfortable,” he declared. You raised an eyebrow, “I get off work at 8.”

“I know.”

~~~~~

“I mean seriously, I understand the whole ‘mama bear’ thing, but when a doctor says it’s just a scratch, chances are it’s just a scratch,” Teigan laughed. You were on your lunch break in the cafeteria, accompanied by some of your close friends from the hospital. This was a relatively common occurrence. “She was just taking care of her kid,” Luke shook his head taking a sip of his carton orange juice. “I’m just saying,” Teigan continued, “I get some kids have overprotective parents. I did too. But there’s a limit between concern and paranoia and she was crossing the limit.”

The group laughed a bit, each enjoying their respective meal as the conversation died down. The temporary silence was interrupted by your phone ringing, letting you know you had received a text message. Pulling it out of your pocket, you checked the screen to see a message from Tom. It read, “I forgot to mention this before, but you’ll need a coat for our date. I won’t lend you mine.” You rolled your eyes, taking another bite of food as you unlocked it to reply. “Who’s that?” Lucille asked, trying to look over your shoulder to see the message. “No one,” you responded bluntly, typing a message to send to him. Luke squinted, voicing his input. “It has to be someone to make you react like that,” he pried, leaning closer to you just a bit.

You huffed, “It’s just Mr. Asshole, reminding me of how much more of an asshole he can be.” Luke’s eyes went wide for a moment, a smirk forming on his features. “And what did uh, Mr. Asshole, say?” Teigan asked, a teasing tone lacing her words. You quickly sent the message, knowing damn well where this was going. You tried to put it back in your pocket, failing as Luke yanked it from your grasp. He held it away from you as Lucille kept you in your seat. “Seriously?” you bickered, “You guys are acting like teenagers.” Luke unlocked your phone with ease, already knowing your password. As soon as he found the messages, he read them silently. He turned to you with a look of surprise, gasping before he spoke, “He’s taking you out on a date?” As soon as he said that, both women turned to look at him with the same expressions on their faces. “A date?!” Teigan asked incredulously, dropping her burrito onto the plate.

“It’s nothing serious,” you disclaimed, “We’re just keeping up appearances so people think this whole marriage thing isn’t a ploy for money.” Luke shook his head, “A date is a date. Doesn’t matter the intention, so long as it’s consensual.” You groaned, slouching in your seat as Luke read the message to your other two companions. “Our girl is finally going on a date!” Lucille teased, nudging you as she spoke. You deadpanned, muttering a response, “You did pay attention to the last part of the text, right?” She ignored you, instead urging Luke to read your response. “She wrote back ‘Ever the gentleman, I see. I have a coat, don't worry. See you tonight.’” Lucille cringed a bit, “Couldn’t you be nicer to your future husband? I mean he’s taking you on a date.” Sighing, you let your head drop slightly, wanting to be somewhere else at the moment. Anywhere else. “Well for one,” you began, “This is something that should have happened before we got engaged. Besides, he said he wasn’t going to give me his coat if I forgot mine, he’s not planning on being nice.”

“Still, it’s cute that he’s taking you out on a date,” Teigan acknowledges. You groan, reaching for your phone in Luke’s hand. Taking it back, you quickly put it back in your pocket. The group momentarily fell silent, continuing with their meal. “You should wear your ‘night out’ outfit to your date.” Luke spoke suddenly, interrupting the silence. You gave him a disapproving look, shaking your head as you responded, “Nope. We’re not doing this.” He scoffed, “Doing what?”

“You’re not giving me date advice.”

“Why not? You might actually need it!”

“We already live together, there’s nothing I need to do differently.”

“It would be nice for him to see the relaxed version of you.” Luke concluded, taking a sip of his water bottle. Both Teigan and Lucille nod, eyes fixed on their respective meals. You rolled your eyes, deciding not to say anything as a response. “Don’t be so bitter and closed off on the date,” Teigan suggested. You gave her an indignant look, to which she simply shrugged. “If he’s being a jerk, just remind him that he asked you on the date and you’ve done nothing to warrant it.” Lucille added. “And if he leans in to kiss you, make sure you let him know whether or not you’re ok with it,” Luke finished. You turned to him, unable to muster up a response before your pager went off.

“Well, I have to go. Have fun in AP Bio, kids,” you bickered, taking your platter with you as you made your way to the trash bin.

“I really hope the date goes well,” Luke sighed, “She really deserves some love.”

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Walking out of the elevator, you made your way out to the lobby. It was seven thirty, marking the end of your shift, and the beginning of your date. The thought alone was enough to make you feel weird about it. You spotted Tom waiting near the entrance, seemingly texting. Walking towards him at a relatively fast pace, you kept your eyes fixed on his presence. “Dr. L/N!” a voice called out from behind you. One of the residents caught up to you, standing in front of you so you would stop. “I know your shift just finished, but I just wanted to ask if I could be on your service for next week. I’m really interested in cardiology and would love to learn from you, if that’s ok?” Albert, a third year resident, rushed out. You sighed heavily, looking up at Tom to see him now looking at you with intrigued eyes.

“First off, you need to drop the passiveness. Good surgeons take initiative, they don’t passively ask for things,” you explained, “Second, if you want to be on my service, ask the chief resident and submit your hours. If you’re approved, let me know on Monday and not before. Understood?” He shook his head quickly, “Yes ma’am. Thank you so much! I’ll let you know on Monday.” With that, he walked back the way he came, letting you continue to walk to where Tom stood. Once you were a few feet away he let out a laugh. “Who’s the fanboy?” he asked with a laugh. You reached him, rolling your eyes as you responded, “He’s a resident. He wants to be on my service for a week. I don’t want to think about work anymore, let’s go.” Tom smiled, reaching out his hand to you, “Well then, shall we get going?” You took it, realizing this was probably just part of the act. Giving him a nod, you began to lead him through the doors and out into the cold air night.

He led you to his car, having parked it in the lot right outside the lobby. Once you were close enough to it, he let go of your hand and let you walk up to the passenger door. He unlocked the car and opened the door for you. “Madame,” he said with a polite smile. You shook your head, getting in wordlessly before he closed the door and made his way over to the driver’s side. Tom got in, immediately buckling up and waiting for you to do the same. As soon as you were ready, he started the car and began to pull out of the parking space.

“So, where are we headed, Mr. I won’t share my coat with my fiance?” you asked in a mocking tone. He chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road. “You’ll see when we get there.”

“An amusement park?” you questioned quizzically. This had to be a joke. He left Vivie with the babysitter so he could take you and you alone to an amusement park? This felt a bit off. “Vivie suggested it. Why, do you not like amusement parks?” Tom asked in a fake hurt tone, placing his hand on his chest. Shaking your head, you turned back to look at him, “It’s not that, I just didn’t expect this from you.” He raised an eyebrow, taking your hand and beginning to walk you to the entrance. “If we are to be married, you should forget this asshole notion you have of me and start believing the fact that I am full of surprises,” he smirked. The two of you walked closer to the large neon signs glowing pink, red, and yellow. They were shaped like moons and had “Luna” written with lights inside the four crescent moons. You walked through the entrance, taking in all the bright lights that surrounded you.

“I was thinking we could start with a ride or two. The games are good as well,” he suggested, slowing his pace as he let you pick something to do. “You brought me to Coney Island without a plan of what you want to do first?” you queried, looking up at him in absolute confusion. “Being the gentleman I am, I was allowing you to pick our activities. If you don’t want to, then allow me to introduce you to the things I enjoy about Coney Island,” Tom answered, already leading you to the first activity he had in mind.

He led you to the first ride on the left, walking into the line to begin the wait. You looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something about tickets or money needed for the ride. He seemed not to notice for a moment, instead looking at the ride cars that passed by. After a minute of not breaking your sight, he turned to you and instantly realized your source of confusion. Wordlessly, he reached into his pocket and took out two cards, handing one to you. “The park has a credit system. I have these from a prior visit. I reloaded them earlier, so you have 41 credits,” he explained, “After this ride, you should have about 34.” You examined the card as he spoke, looking up after he finished to ask him one more question, “What ride is this?” Tom smiled, fixing his posture and extended his free hand to present the ride. “The first ride of the night is the one and only Tickler,” he announced, making you laugh a bit, “I hope you enjoy thrill rides, because it not only goes fast on a rising and falling track, but it will also spin on occasion.” Shaking your head, you pulled him along the line by his hand-- that for some reason was still holding onto you. He hasn’t let go. And you weren’t pulling away either, enjoying the small amount of warmth that radiated from it.

You approached the front of the line, handing the card to the line operator when you were close enough. He let you both in, directing you to a car. A minute later, you were being strapped into the car, having left your bag in a safe place off to the side. Once you were secure, you looked up at Tom, who was already looking at you with a smirk. “Ready to have fun?”

The ride ended after a few minutes, and you were a laughing, jittery mess. Grabbing your bag, you began to make your way to the exit. Tom held onto you, making sure you weren’t too dizzy to walk as you made your way to the next activity he had planned. “I didn’t scream the entire time!” you bragged, leaning into him slightly for support. “I’m sure I heard you scream at some point in the ride,” Tom disclaimed, putting his hand on his chin as if he was thinking. You scoffed, “I did not!”

“Yes you did. I clearly heard a scream coming from right next to me!!”

“It was the other car!”

“It sounded like you.”

“How did it sound like me?”

“It was a bit whiny and high pitched,” he teased, looking at you as your laughter calmed a bit. His soft blue eyes reflected the lights around you as your pace slowed a bit. You didn’t say anything, heavily captivated by his mere presence as you suddenly became aware of your proximity. His warmth seemed to surround you completely and you found yourself basking in his smell. He cleared his throat, looking away as he quickened his pace and led you to the next thing he wanted to introduce you to. “So we’ve done the first ride, now we have to do the first game.” He pulled you to one of the game booths, only letting go once you were close enough to the stool to sit down. Looking up at the name, you read “Water Racer.” You each took a place on a stool and handed your cards to the worker. A few more people joined in and you turned to Tom. “Ready to lose?” you smirked, glaring at him slightly. He laughed a bit, quickly responding “Are you?”

The game began, causing water to flow through the water guns. You aimed it at the target as best as you could, only moving it slightly when you laughed. Tom looked over to you, quickly realizing just how well you were doing. “Oh, no!” he laughed, “You won’t win that easily.” He reached over and moved your hand out of place, causing your aim to falter completely. “Stop!” you cried, desperately trying to push his hand away while regaining your aim. You succeeded, but were still far behind now. The other competitors came closer to the top as you slowly regained your pace. Just as you thought you were close to winning, the bell sounded and the worker called out “Winner!” You turned to look at the bars, trying to find the winner, only to realize he was sitting to your left.

Tom stood from the stool with a proud smile, winking at you as you glared even more. “Seriously?” you rhetorically asked, standing from the stool to meet his eye-- well chest considering the height difference. “Which prize would you like, sir?” the worker asked, resetting the bars as he spoke. Tom looked over at the prizes as you kept your eyes fixed on him. He pointed at one hanging from the tent. You didn’t bother to see which one he picked, instead choosing to keep playfully glaring at him as you spoke, "You pushed my hand, cheater!" He looked at you briefly, then turned back to the man behind the table. "You're right," he confessed, " I cheated. That's why I think it's only fair you have the prize." He took the plush from the worker's hands and gave it to you.

It was a jaguar plush, made to lie down wherever you placed it. "To commemorate the day we met," he told you, taking a step closer. You didn't know whether to be bothered by it or just smile. It was a cute little detail, but it signified almost getting hit by his car. A Jaguar. Your lips curled into an involuntary smile. You looked up to meet his eyes once more and muttered a ‘thank you.’ “What was that?” he asked teasingly, “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Rolling your eyes, you repeated it louder and added ‘asshole’ to the end of it. Satisfied with the gratification, he took your hand again and led you away from the booth. “C’mon, I have more to show you,” he said, keeping you close as you held his hand with your left and the adorable plush with your right.

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After a few more games and a couple rides, you found yourself switching over to Deno’s Wonder Wheel Park--which was conveniently right next to Luna Park. Tom also had two cards for, ready and loaded with credits. He said that he frequented both parks with Vivie, which explained basically everything. He took you to the Spook-a-Rama attraction, claiming you couldn’t have a date at an amusement park without going into one of the horror attractions-- mild horror, but still. After that, you went on the bumper cars and made several jokes about him being great at crashing into people. To which, he simply warned you to watch where you were going. Multiple times.

After you’d stopped to get a snack and water for the night, Tom took you to one more ride. “There’s only one way to end a great amusement park date,” he explained, leading you to the line for the Wonder Wheel. As you stood in line, you both joked about all the things that had happened in that single night. It took you about fifteen minutes to get to the front of the line, choosing the one for the stationary cars. You entered the car and sat down, Tom choosing the seat to your right ratchet than the one directly in front of you. The operator closed the door and called the next car. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, taking in all the bright lights that came from the Ferris wheel. It was nice to have small moments like this. “Oh,” Tom said suddenly, “I meant to tell you this sooner. I have Vivie’s record for you to look at. I’ll give it to you first thing tomorrow before we meet up with your mother.” It took you a moment to process what he’d said, staring blankly for a bit before reacting. “Right, right. Thanks for that. I’ll take a look at them on the way to the wedding planner’s,” you stammered. He smiled, nodding once before looking away again.

The ride started shortly after the exchange, moving your car up closer to the top. You looked over at the New York Skyline, admiring all the brightly lit buildings that made your eyes sparkle. Tom noticed how they did, gazing into them as you were looking away. “I have to say,” he whispered, “For an uptight, workaholic doctor, you do know how to enjoy yourself.” You snapped out of your trance, fixing your eyes on him. “I have to say,” you repeated with a smile, “For an asshole, you do know how to show a girl a good time.” He mimicked your smile and leaned in closer to you making the car move just a bit. “You know, under any other circumstance, this would be romantic,” he pointed out, a wondering expression gracing his features. You laughed a bit, “This is what you find romantic?”

“What do you find romantic?” he asked as if he was slightly offended.

“Long walks on the beach, spontaneous gifts, random dates, cute little notes, things like that.”

“Well technically, this is a random date,” he mentioned, “It’s not quite a walk on the beach, but we are near it. The jaguar is a spontaneous gift. All this needs is a cute little note.” You thought for a moment, realizing he had a point. “I guess you’re right,” you admitted. His expression changed again. He gave you that look that you came to despise slightly. That devious look that informed you of a secret plan he had brewing in his head. “So you could say this is romantic?” he asked teasingly. Internally groaning, you quickly became wise to his plan. He won’t let you be until you admitted he was right. “Yes, ok?” you gave in, “You’re right.”

“About what?” he questioned, feigning innocence. You let out a frustrated sigh, refusing to answer. Tom narrowed his eyes at you, “You know I won’t stop asking until you say it.” You thought for a moment as you weighed your options. It was either give him the satisfaction of telling him he was right or having him bother you until you inevitably did. Tom is a stubborn man, you learned that fairly quickly. Deciding you’d rather have this bickering end here. “Fine,” you muttered, “You’re right. This is romantic.” Tom raised an eyebrow, smirk widening as he spoke, “Is or would be?”

“Both,” you laughed, desperately wanting it to end. You both fell into silence once again, taking in the view as you enjoyed each other's presence. You felt him shift slightly, choosing to ignore it as you continued to look out into the distance. You barely noticed when his arm went around your shoulders. Freezing for a moment, you processed the situation and considered your options. You could either pull away or lean into it. You considered the situation for a moment, realizing this was probably something you’d have to do often to keep up your charade. You didn’t want to think about that. All you wanted was to embrace this moment for what it is and think about just that. So you did. You leaned into his embrace, wordlessly accepting his actions. The two of you stayed that way until the ride ended.

“And that concludes our date,” Tom announced, walking towards the exit with you close behind. “I had fun,” you smiled as you caught up to him. He returned it, opening his lips to respond to your statement only to be interrupted by a voice calling out nearby. “Mr. Hiddleston! Dr. L/N! Can we have a few words for the press?” A small group of, what you assumed were reporters, began to run up to you. In an instant, Tom took your hand and began pulling you away in the opposite direction. You began to run to the exit on 12th Street, quickly turning towards the beach as you ran. Tom held your hand as you hurried down the street and into the open air of the ocean nearby. You ran as fast as your legs and will could take you, desperately trying to keep up with him.

Once you reached the boardwalk, the two of you went to hide near the tables. Coming to a complete stop near one of the establishments, you tried to catch your breath, exhausted from the sudden run. Your breaths slowly turned into laughter, causing Tom to give you a look of utter confusion. Slowly, he too began to chuckle a bit at your current situation. You both laughed for a bit longer before it died down. You looked deeply into his eyes, taking in every ounce of unspoken emotion. Tom did the same to you, leaning down ever so slightly. You leaned in closer to him as well, gradually minimizing the space in between the two of you.

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One Last Job [Two]

WORD COUNT: 2957 WARNINGS: Angsty, emotional, talk of a stalker CHAPTER SUMMARY: You try to get used to having a bodyguard, and a seemingly innocent act proves why you need one.

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You were up with the sun the next morning, foregoing the run/jog your trainer wanted you to do for a swim in the indoor heated pool. You waded into the water from the shallow end, taking a deep breath before ducking your head and swimming under the water.

You lost count of how many laps you swam, and when your lungs and limbs were burning, you rolled to your back and floated.

All you could think about, all that you’d thought about through your restless night was Bucky. Why, you didn’t have the slightest clue, but there was something about him you just couldn’t shake. He was attractive, that was for damn sure. But there was something else, something deeper … maybe even a little dark.

Something you wanted to know more about.

You ducked your head back under the water, swimming to the side of the pool. You got to the ladder and lifted your head, gasping as you gripped the ladder tightly.

“Jesus, you scared me.”

Bucky smiled from where he was sitting, elbows on his thighs, hands clasped together.

“I was making a round and thought I heard some splashing.”

You nodded.

“I didn’t feel like running this morning.”

Bucky nodded, and for some reason, you kept talking, answering questions he didn’t verbally ask.

“Ollie knows how to swim. He’s pretty good, but he also knows not to come down here without me or Clint or Natasha.”

Bucky nodded again.

“That’s good.”

You went quiet, feeling suddenly self-conscious, despite the modest one-piece swimsuit you were wearing. Bucky cleared his throat and stood up, making you give a shaky breath when you saw the dark jeans encasing his thick thighs, the black t-shirt stretching around his muscular arms. He nodded back towards the bench he’d been sitting on.

“I’ll give you a minute to dry off.” “Thanks. I was thinking about cooking some breakfast, if you’re interested?”

Bucky gave you one of those quirky half-smiles.

“I never turn down food.”

You smiled and he walked away, and after getting a nice view of his backside, you ducked your head beneath the water again, sputtering as you came up, shaking your head and exhaling.

You scrambled eggs and grated cheese into them, turning slices of bacon as you worked. Toast was in the toaster, and there were fresh oranges ready to be squeezed in the basket on the counter, which Steve was currently working on. Clint was standing by the coffee pot, a frown on his face and a mug in his hand at the ready. Bucky walked in when you set some bacon onto a plate and moved it to the center island, managing to grab one slice before glaring at Clint and Steve. You smiled at Bucky as you turned back to the stove.

“You’ve got to be quick, or else you’ll lose a finger. But don’t worry. I’m planning on cooking at least a metric ton for Steve alone.”

Steve stepped over to you, a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice in his hands. He kissed your cheek, putting the pitcher beside the now-empty plate.

“Are you sure you won’t marry me?”

You smiled.

“Sorry, bud. My heart belongs to another, albeit smaller, man.”

Steve smiled, shaking his head as he crunched on a piece of bacon. Bucky swallowed as he watched the ease between you and Steve. Since he hadn’t had coffee, Clint wasn't coherent yet, and he purposefully wasn’t wearing his hearing aids so he wouldn’t have to talk to anyone.

You turned to meet Bucky’s eyes, a soft smile on your pretty face.

“Scrambled eggs okay?”

Bucky could only nod, and you carried a plate to him, setting it on a watermelon-shaped placemat in front of him.

“Salt and pepper’s in the shaker there. Pepper grinder on the bottom, turn it over for salt. Butter’s in the dish there.”

He met your eyes and you smiled, color rising high on your cheeks. You went back to the stove, bringing another plate to the pineapple placemat beside Bucky’s. Another plate was placed on a placemat shaped like an orange, and the smallest plate was set on a lime wedge.

Bucky watched as you set a protein bar and a bottle of water on the counter by the door, taking a carton of yogurt from the fridge and grabbing a spoon before you hopped up onto the counter. You crossed your legs and dipped the spoon into the yogurt, and Bucky ducked his head as he studied the breakfast in front of him.

A smile lit up your face when Ollie trudged into the kitchen, mouth open in a wide yawn. He walked over to you, putting his face at your stomach, and you smiled as you brushed your fingers through his hair.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

He grunted at you, and you gave a quiet laugh as you bent to kiss the top of his head.

“Your plate’s on the lime. Go eat before it gets cold.”

Ollie nodded, yawning again as he climbed up onto the barstool, propping one elbow on the table and resting his head in his hand. Clint shuffled over to sit beside him, second cup of coffee in one hand. Steve sat beside Bucky and started shoveling food into his mouth.

And when Bucky looked your way again, he found your eyes on him.

He watched your back straighten as the clicking of high heels could be heard coming down the hall. Ollie perked up, a smile coming to his lips. Bucky glanced over his shoulder and his eyes widened.

Black stilettos, shapely legs, a tight black pencil skirt, a flowy white shirt, perfect crimson curls. Her lips were almost the same color as her hair, dark eyelashes hiding bright blue eyes that widened as she noticed the crowd in the kitchen. One perfectly manicured eyebrow raised.

“My invitation to this party must have gotten lost.” “Auntie Tasha, these are Uncle Clint's friends. You know Steve, but this is Bucky. He’s going to Bancougar with Mom.”

Natasha slowly nodded.

“It’s Vancouver, baby.”

Ollie nodded, whispering “Vancouver” under his breath. Natasha met your eyes, her eyebrow raising again.

“So Vancouver’s still a go?”

You nodded, setting the yogurt you had barely touched onto the counter. Natasha made a humming noise, sighing as she looked to the clock, then back to the kid.

“Eat your breakfast, buddy. We’ve got to go soon.”

Ollie nodded, digging into his breakfast. Natasha pulled her cell phone out of her bag and made her way to you, focusing on the screen, missing the way you pushed the yogurt behind you.

Bucky saw it, though.

Natasha shook her head, blowing out a breath.

“I’m so sick of these stupid magazines. How many times can I say ‘no comment’ before they listen?” “I got an email from Jesse at the—“ “No.”

You blinked.

“No?”

Natasha shook her head.

“We’re not giving any interviews since whoever at the police station let the news leak about …”

You and Natasha glanced to Ollie, who was giving Steve a run for his money with how quickly he was eating. Natasha nodded, speaking softly.

“You know. That’s all anyone will want to talk about, and the focus needs to be on the movie and your nominations.”

You nodded, looking down at your hands. Bucky glanced over at Steve when his foot was nudged, and Steve shook his head as he drank from his glass. Ollie wiped his mouth with a napkin and jumped down from his chair.

“Done!” “Go brush your teeth and get dressed.”

You and Natasha had spoken at the same time, and Ollie giggled as he ran off down the hall. Natasha blew out a breath and shook her head as she walked towards the bottle of water and protein bar on the end of the counter.

“Send him to the car when he’s ready. I don’t want to be late today.”

The clicking of her heels was all that could be heard, and you gave a shaky sigh as you slid off the countertop. You turned and put your hands on it, hanging your head. Clint slid off his chair and went to you, laying a hand on your back, murmuring softly. Steve tapped two fingers against Bucky’s wrist, and he stood up, following Steve out of the kitchen.

When they were down the hall in a sitting room or something—Bucky didn’t know half the terminology for the hotel-like house—Bucky shook his head.

“What the hell was that?”

Steve sighed.

“That was Natasha.” “Why’d she talk to Y/N like she was something stuck on the bottom of her shoe?” “She didn’t mean it like that. Nat’s practically her boss, so—“ “No, they’re sisters. Sisters don’t talk like that to each other.” “It’s a different dynamic here, Buck.”

Bucky shook his head.

“She shut her down like she was an annoying kid. Did you notice how Y/N hid her food when Natasha walked in?”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed and he glanced towards the kitchen as Bucky shook his head again.

“That’s not okay, Steve.” “It’s not our business, Buck.” “But—“ “Save it. You’re just here to be her bodyguard, remember?”

Bucky grit his teeth.

“Don’t toss my words back at me, you son of a bitch.” “Hey! Don’t get mad at me.”

Bucky shook his head, turning and walking out of the room, back down the hall to the kitchen. He stood in the doorway and watched you, as you slid plates into soapy water and washed them by hand. After a few quiet moments, he spoke.

“All this money and no dishwasher?”

You glanced over your shoulder and gave him a tight smile.

“Keeps me grounded to wash the dishes myself.” “Need a hand?”

You shook your head, turning back around and scrubbing some more. Bucky pushed off from the wall he was leaning against, opening drawers until he found a dish towel. He took a plate from the drainer and dried it, moving to place it in the cabinet you’d gotten it from.

You watched him as he did the rest of the dishes that way, and you gave a shaky breath when you let the soapy water drain from the sink. You washed your hands and noticed Bucky’s raised eyebrow when he saw how pink your hands and forearms were. You swallowed and stepped around him, and he gently took hold of your upper arm.

“Is she always like that?”

You closed your eyes, but nodded. Your voice was barely a whisper.

“She’s just trying to do what’s best for us.” “And that’s treating her money maker like garbage?”

You opened your eyes, meeting his. He let go of you, stepping back just enough to cross his arms over his chest and lean against the counter. You swallowed, speaking softly.

“She’s good with numbers and schedules and things. When my career took off, Mom asked me to give her a place in my …” “Entourage?”

You nodded, and Bucky spoke, just as softly as you.

“That doesn’t give her the right to treat you like this.”

Tears filled your eyes, and you bit your bottom lip as you looked towards the window over the sink.

“Ollie loves her so much. And she’s so good to him. I can’t … She stood by me when I was pregnant and when he was a newborn. They have such a bond, and I can’t break that. No matter how she treats me.”

You sniffled, laying a hand against your stomach as you tried to step away. Bucky took hold of your arm again, his fingers gently brushing your elbow.

“You didn’t finish your breakfast.”

Your eyes widened as you met his eyes and he lifted a shoulder. You gave a shaky breath as he gave your elbow a gentle squeeze.

“Can you get me your flight information for next week? And a list of people you normally associate with in Vancouver?”

You nodded, and he held your eyes for a moment longer, then gave your elbow one more squeeze before he walked away.

You paced your office as you flipped through the script you’d been sent, reading the lines out loud. You stopped when there was a knock on your door, and you smiled when Steve poked his head in. You lifted a hand and waved, and Steve smiled as he stepped in the room.

“Am I interrupting?”

You shook your head, tossing the script on your desk.

“I can use a break.”

Steve shut the door behind him, leaning against it as you went to sit in your desk chair. You met his eyes and smiled at him, speaking softly.

“I like Bucky. He’s good.” “Told you.”

You laughed softly.

“He’s very observant.”

Steve sighed, pushing off from the door.

“Is she still riding you?”

You blew out a breath, leaning your head back.

“She’s just trying to do what’s best for us.” “Y/N. Come on. It’s me.”

You closed your eyes, shaking your head. You pushed up from your chair, shaking your head as you started pacing the office.

“I need to work. Now, more than ever. The nominations were nice, but I need to keep my face out there, keep the focus on me.” “Is that what she’s telling you?” “It’s what everyone is telling me.”

Steve just watched as you paced the floor, until you stopped and turned to face him.

“And if I keep busy, I won’t be able to focus on how truly terrified I really am.”

Tears suddenly filled your eyes and Steve stepped forward, taking you in his arms. You clung to him, putting your face in his thick shoulder as he gently stroked your hair.

“Easy. Take it easy, sweet girl.”

You shook your head, giving a shaky exhale.

“I can’t sleep. I keep having these horrible dreams about someone breaking in and—“

You swallowed and Steve leaned his head against yours.

“No one’s going to be breaking in, sweetheart. Not with all the reinforcements and bells and whistles Bucky’s added to this place.” “Really?” “Really. You and Ollie are just about the safest people on the planet right now.”

You put your face back in his shoulder and Steve smiled as he rubbed your back. You sighed as you stepped back from him, pushing a hand through your hair. You turned to look at the clock above your desk, then smiled at Steve.

“Ollie will be home soon.” “Does he have any after-school activities?”

You nodded.

“He does soccer and he wants to play baseball, he keeps telling me.”

You shook your head, and Steve smiled.

“I’ll see if I can find a couple gloves, see what the kid’s made of.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Go easy on my baby, Rogers.”

Steve laughed, the two of you turning as Ollie came running into your room.

“Hey, Mama! Look what I found!”

The smile slid from your face when he held out the bouquet of blood red roses. Steve must have seen the color fade from your face, because he stealthily grabbed a tissue from the box on your desk and took the vase from Ollie as he spoke.

“Where’d you find these, buddy?” “Outside by the gate. Did you know there’s a security guard out there now? He’s a big guy, told me his name was Dugan.”

Ollie shook his head as he walked to the chair you’d collapsed into.

“What kind of a name is Dugan, Mom?” “It’s his last name, bud. He was in the Army with me and Bucky and your uncle.”

Ollie looked back to Steve, hazel eyes going wide.

“You know him, Steve?” “I do. And he’s not as cool as he’s trying to make you think he is.”

Ollie giggled, and you lifted a shaking hand to brush over his head. He smiled at you, and Steve cleared his throat.

“O-man, did you see anybody around these flowers?”

Ollie shook his head.

“No, the flowers were just sitting by the gate. There wasn’t anybody around.”

Steve nodded, and you met his eyes. He smiled at you, motioning towards the door.

“Come on, bud. Let’s go see what Uncle Clint’s up to.”

Ollie nodded, waving a hand behind him as he ran to Steve.

“Bye, Mom!”

When the door clicked shut behind them, you leaned forward, putting your head in your hands. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door a second before Bucky walked in.

“Are you okay?” “They’re from him, aren’t they? The—the roses. He always sends roses.”

You stood up from your desk, walking around it and shaking your head. Bucky stepped in front of you, closing the door behind him, watching as you paced the room, wringing your hands.

“Was there a card? Sometimes he sends a card. Sometimes it comes a few days later, in the mail.” “Y/N.”

You stopped, turning to face him. He gently tilted his head, and you felt your bottom lip tremble before you burst into tears. Bucky was in front of you before you could take in a breath, wrapping you into his arms. You clung to him, digging your fingers into his back and crying into his shoulder, shaking your head as you choked out the words.

“I’m so scared. None of this matters, because he—“ “Shh, listen to me, listen. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Do you hear me?” “You can’t promise—“ “I can. I am doing everything in my power to keep you safe, and I’m not going to let him touch you.”

You put your face in Bucky’s shoulder, and he tightened his grip around you, gently rubbing a hand down your back.

NEXT: CHAPTER THREE

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