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weasleyswizardpleases · 3 years

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Low Profile (reader x fred and george)

Summary: You and your best friends find yourself entangled in a secret polyamorous love affair, right under their family’s noses.

Warnings/Notes: Cw language, kissing (but no sex of any kind), family not accepting poly/queer relationship, bruising. This is for the wonderful and talented @lunalovecroft’s 2.7k trope-inspired writing challenge! It’s also part of my loose series of fics that take place over the summer when y/n stays at the Weasleys’ house. No twincest- v shaped poly relationship. Here’s my masterlist if you want more! Enjoy!

Ever since you and Fred hooked up the first night of the summer, you’ve been joined at the hip even more than usual, and since George is always with Fred and usually with you, he had to be told once it was clear that you and Fred were gonna be more than a one night stand. You were a bit sad, knowing that it’d probably make him feel left out, in a way. You noticed that George looked a bit miffed when the two of you told him you were dating, in the loosest sense of the word.

“What’s the matter, you jealous Georgie?” you tease, putting your hand on his knee flamboyantly. He blushes and you and Fred exchange a look.

“Oh my god, you actually are, aren’t you?” Fred asks, half-mocking. For once, George seems to be at a loss for words. He looks quite uncertain and a bit sad. You figure that you may as well break the tension and speak honestly; it’s more important to you to be frank and maintain your friendship than anything else. You clear your throat.

“George, honestly, if you’d been there instead of Fred that night, I’d probably have hooked up with you, too. We’ll all still be friends. That’s why we’re telling you, so we’re not keeping secrets,” you say, trying to goad him into speaking. He shakes his discomfort off and begins.

“Oh, I knew this would happen! We used to just be friends before the two of you started making eyes at each other all the time. Now I’ll barely be able to talk to the two of you- my two best friends, mind you- without all this lovey dovey shit. What an absolute nightmare!”

You open your mouth to speak, but George barrels on, looking at Fred this time.

“And you, some brother you are. You know how I feel about Y/N, I thought we had an agreement to keep it platonic all around?”

“It’s not my fault they’re interested in me!”

“George, I said I would have kissed you that night too! Actually, that’s what I’ve been trying to say to both of you. I’ve got feelings for you, both of you.”

They stop bickering and turn to look at you, turning the idea over in their minds.

“What are you saying?” asks Fred, looking a bit hurt.

“I’m saying,” you take a deep breath, “that I’ve never been better friends with one of you than the other. We do everything together. I don’t want that to change. Besides, you two are identical. Did you think your birthmark was that big of a selling point, Freddie? Of course I think you’re both good-looking, look in the mirror for goodness’ sake!”

They blink at you, then turn away to confer with one another in whispers. You tap your foot impatiently, but when they turn around, they’re beaming.

“So what you’re saying is you’d be fine with us sharing you?” George asks.

“More than fine. I’d be absolutely chuffed,” you say, returning their smiles.

“It’s settled, then,” Fred says, and plants a kiss on the top of your head. You look up at George permissively, and he puts his arm around you and gives you a squeeze.

“One thing, though. Mum and Dad can’t know. Mum especially. She’s not the most open-minded when it comes to this stuff. Especially with us. At least, I doubt she is,” Fred says.

“Yeah, funnily enough it never occurred to me to ask what she’d do if my twin brother and I started a poly fling with our best friend who also lives with us and sleeps in our bedroom, but if I had to guess, I don’t think she’d approve,” George adds, smirking.

“That’s ok. We have a pretty good track record when it comes to keeping secrets,” you say, a mischievous glimmer in your eye.

That evening, you’re helping Molly fold linens when she steps away for a moment to take the kettle off. You feel four hands slip around you from behind and soon you’re pulled into a kiss, Fred on your left, kissing you hard on the neck and collarbone, and George kissing your lips, taking your bottom lip gently between his teeth. You kiss them passionately but push them away after a second, regaining your composure.

“Not here!” you hiss, grinning. They exchange a cheeky glance and kiss you on each cheek before scurrying back to their room, giggling. You shake your head and turn back to folding sheets, just as Mrs. Weasley returns.

“My, my dear, that’s quite a bruise you’ve got there, what happened?” Mrs. Weasley clucks, gesturing to your collarbone where you’re surprised to see a dark, newly formed hickey.

“Oh, pickup quidditch match. I’m not very good, I’m afraid,” you say, the rush of the small lie filling you with butterflies.

“Well now, we are wizards after all. We can’t have you running about looking as if you’ve been sleeping under the whomping willow,” she says cheerfully. She extracts her wand and uses a quick healing spell on the spot, which fades quickly. You wonder if she really doesn’t recognize the bruise as a hickey, but you shrug. The twins have certainly gotten away with worse under this roof.

That night, you and the twins are in the kitchen having a midnight snack. The rest of the house is quiet. You’re sitting on the countertop, helping yourself to a biscuit, and George is leaning on the counter beside you. You feed him a little bite and he licks the crumbs from your fingers playfully. Fred is rummaging through the fridge across the room, and George peers into the fridge nosily. Something piques his interest, and he heads over, whispering to his brother indistinctly. You catch them giggling, and can hear snatches of their conversation. They appear to be working on something as they chat eagerly.

“Take the…”

“... and the… yes! Use a…”

“... that’s just bad…”

“...dare you…”

You hear the familiar sound of compressed air decompressing, and Fred whirls around with a pie tin full of whipped cream in his hand, grinning devilishly.

“No!” you whisper-scream, nearly falling off the countertop, but you’re not fast enough. Fred flops the tin into your face with a splat, and George laughs so hard he winds up on the ground kicking. You lick the cream from your lips, hungry for revenge.

You know Fred is secretly quite vain about his hair, and you waste no time sliding off the countertop and wrapping him up in a hug from behind. He suspects your ulterior motives immediately, but it’s too late for him to escape.

“Oh darling, give me a hug my sweet,” you say, making exaggerated kissy noises while burying your pie covered face in his nice clean hair. He flails about, and you tickle his ribs defensively, causing him to buckle. You fall to the ground with him, giggling and shoving at one another. Just as George joins in, trying to drag you off of his brother, kissing you all over as he tugs on your legs, you hear a floorboard creak.

Ginny, whose room is closest to the kitchen, stands at the foot of the stairs, gaping at you. You’re sure she saw the kissing, and, well, the whole situation does look a bit… familiar. You whack George on the head and nod in Ginny’s direction.

“Oh, hello Ginny,” Fred says, disentangling himself from his situation beneath you.

“Hello, big brother,”

“Hello, Ginny,” George says, surprise straining his voice.

“Hello, other brother,”

“Hello, Ginny,” you say uncertainly, standing up and wiping your face off with a tea towel.

“Hello, Y/N,” she says. “Some of us are trying to sleep, you know,” she says, raising an eyebrow knowingly. Everyone speaks in hushed tones once again, having remembered that it is indeed the middle of the night. She nods curtly and scampers back upstairs, smiling cheekily.

“Did she see?” George whispers.

“Oh, she saw,” you assure him.

“But she wouldn’t say anything, right?” Fred asks.

“Surely not,” his brother replies nervously.

“But if she does…”

“We’re toast. No way mum believes us over her.”

“You guys are being too paranoid. Ginny isn’t a snitch like Ron and Percy, she wouldn’t blab on us for a bit of… roughhousing,” you say hopefully. The twins agree, and you help each other get cleaned up, George dabbing your face clean with a wet towel, giving you gentle kisses in between.

The rest of the week goes by uneventfully. As far as you know, Ginny doesn’t say anything about what she saw, and life in the burrow goes on as usual. In the mornings, you and Hermione read quietly in the living room over tea. She reads the paper, you look at the comics, every once in a while stopping to remark on a thought you’ve had.

Then George wakes up. He’s quiet in the mornings, a bit slow, although not very grumpy. Then Molly gets up and usually whips up some sort of breakfast, and by the times everyone’s up you all gather round the long table and eat together. Then, if you’re lucky, you run off outside or to a neighbor's house or abscond to the attic with Fred and George, away from prying eyes and away from Molly’s commands. If you’re unlucky, Molly enlists at least one of you in some chores, usually out in the garden.

The next time the three of you come close to getting caught, you’re doing just this- de-gnoming with Fred, George, and Ron when Ron gets a headache and goes inside, complaining that it’s far too hot. In reality, the day is rather mild, although the sun is bright enough that Fred and George both have pink sunburns radiating across the bridges of their noses. You flick Fred on his sunburnt cheek and he winces.

“Ow! What’s that for?!” he asks, nearly dropping a gnome right back into the grass.

“I need your attention!”

“For what?”

“A kiss,” you reply devilishly. He obliges you and kisses you dramatically, dipping you low, holding you in his arms. “Like this, mi amore?” he asks in a silly accent.

“Lunchtime!” Molly calls from the doorway, causing Fred to drop you to the ground and George to leap in front of the two of you oddly, trying to obscure his mum’s line of sight. You brush yourself off and head for the house, hoping Mrs. Weasley didn’t see anything.

“Fred Weasley!” Mrs. Weasley says shrilly, and you all cringe. You hold your breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Fred, did I just see you toss Y/n to the ground? That’s no way to treat a guest, especially when you’re meant to be doing housework!” You sigh deeply, relieved. “Come in, dearie, I swear, sometimes I don’t know who raised those two!” she says, putting an arm around you to guide you in the house.

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kenmas-applepi · 3 years

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LOV pining over a pro-hero

Includes: Toga, Dabi, Shigaraki, Twice

Pro-hero! Reader GN! Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, Shigaraki being a creep

Author Notes: This is my first actual post! If there are any tips or suggestions please send them. My request are always opened! Mr. Compress was supposed to be in this but I can't really write him that well. Repost are always a huge help and please enjoy <3

Himiko Toga

She couldn't care less about the heros and what they were doing

The first time she saw you was when she stole Camie's identity at the provisional hero license test

You were sitting with Aizawa and Ms. Joke laughing at the latter's horrendous puns

Toga thought you were adorable

Kept sneaking little peaks your way while trying to get the mission done

Wanted to collect some of your blood so she could turn into you and just stare into the mirror all day long

Got scarily possessive of you

Yandere type shit

If anyone in the league says anything bad about you *boom* there's suddenly a knife to their neck

If she hears anyone on the street talking bad about you *boom* suddenly their throat has been sliced

Never shuts up about you

Every time she opens her mouth its just

(Y/n) this and (Y/n) that

Everyone is annoyed

She probably has a ton of your merch

She's literally your entire income

Sleeps in a sweater with your face on it

Oh, this is your favorite place to eat??

It's hers too

You like this song??

Well toga knows it by heart now and never stops humming it around the base

Goes on missions hoping to see you there

They'll be leaving the base and she's like

"I wonder if (Y/n) will be there, I hope they are!"

Like toga

Who's side are you on bruv?

(Y/n) is trying to arrest you stop being a simp for like one second

Toga will gladly get arrested if it's you who arrested her

Dabi

Had never heard of you or seen you for that matter

The two of you first met when the league attacked the training camp

You and him were fighting it out

And you were majorly kicking his ass

He would never admit it but he was impressed

If Dabi ever ended up dating anyone it would be someone like you

You were everything he wanted

Strong, brave, determined, sexy, sane, etc.

Wants you to step on him

He was able to sneak away while twice sent some copies your way

They watched as you demolished those useless clones

He could not wait to see you again

Would pay attention when ever your name was mentioned

Whether it was on television, on the radio, on a fan page, during meetings

Would walk past your agency in hopes of seeing you again

He would be in disguise which consist of a black sweater with the hood covering his face

And that's it

This dude must want to get caught with that mediocre disguise🙄

Has only actually seen you like once or twice since your always out patrolling

Is always asking Hawks about you

Hawks was over it

He don't get paid enough for this

Hawks told him that you have a dislike for Endeavor too

And Dabi swears he's in love

He's like "we can murder my dad together and rain hell fire upon him"

You literally taught him how to love again

And you don't even know it😭

Tomura Shigaraki

All he knew was that you were a hero and that's basically it

Never really looked into you thinking you weren't gonna be much of a problem

Boy was he wrong

You showed up at their base along side All Might, Kamui Woods, and Edgeshot to try and save Bakugo

His eyes trailed down your figure and moved up too where he was now staring at your face

You made eye contact with him and he visibly tensed while looking away

You were the most beautiful thing he ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes upon

Ever since that day all he could think about was you

You and your fitted costume that hugged everything flawlessly

You and your immensely strong quirk

You and all of your perfect imperfections

He was down bad😌

He has a video of your official debut saved on his computer

Silently hopes he doesn't have to fight you any time soon

He can't bring himself to ruin your amazing and gorgeous face

Goes into stalker mode and watches you from afar during his free time

Has probably learned your entire schedule

He knows when you wake up and go to sleep

He'll look at the clock and be like

"(Y/n) should be leaving for work right now"

He knows more about you than you know about yourself

Has seriously considered kidnapping you and forcing you to join the league

Twice

Every morning he looks out his window while smoking his daily cigarette

Today there happened to be a robbery and he was watching from his window sill, amused

Then out of no where you come running after them with eyes filled with anger

You looked so determined

He thought it was hot ngl

The scene was replaying in the back of his head all week long

Ask the other members of the league if they knew anything about you

They all said no so he took matters into his own hands

Went and did some research

And now he has all this information on you for no particular reason

The first time you guys talk is when you decide to interrupt one of their missions

Shigaraki is already scratching his neck in annoyance

Toga has her knifes out

Spinner has that huge sword thing he carries around

You have already activated your quirk

Everyone is out for blood

Twice is over here trying to de-escalate the situation

"Please just leave! Run! I can't have them ruin your amazing face!"

Then his alter self kicks in

"Stay right damn there so we can get rid of your disgusting self already."

The voices in his head are fr having world war three

One wants to keep you safe and tell you how he's a huge fan!

While the other wants to watch as toga cuts you into pieces

He was very conflicted

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it and just request for any more scenarios! Check out my page and see if I write for any of your fandoms! Bye for now, babes<3

#bnha x reader #bnha toga #toga x reader #twice x reader #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #bnha twice #tomurashigaraki #tomura x reader #shigaraki hcs #bnha shigaraki #my hero academia #my hero fanfic

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gainerstories · 3 years

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Professor Plump

*UNLOCKED*

As a big fat thank you to everyone who has supported this blog and enjoyed my stories, I am unlocking one of my favorite stories off Patreon. This has been a rough year for everyone and y’all enjoy a little treat. Of course, if you want more (20+ more fattening stories in fact) you know where to go. Enjoy.

As much as Robert Daniels loved being a professor, he woke up full of dread on the first day of fall semester. At 28 he was the youngest tenure track faculty in his department and he often felt that all eyes were on him. His first academic year had been rough, exhausting, and tiresome and he wasn’t ready to get back in the game. He just wanted his beautifully sunny and lazy summer vacation to last one or two more months.

As he sat up in bed his belly spilled forward pushing down his morning wood. There was no doubt he’d gained quite a bit of pudge in the last few months. It didn’t bother him, however, as most of his colleagues were plump and he viewed extra weight as a sign of contentment and maturity. During the school year he had actually lost weight from stress and being overworked. His new, rounder form lent a sense of satisfaction.

As Robert stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom to shower he took a close look at himself. He’d be turning 29 soon and was finally starting to look like a man. His face had grown scruffy and his chest hair finally bloomed across his pecs and down to his puffy stomach. The thirty pounds of fat that clung to his belly also gave him a more mature look. He was now firmly within “dad bod” territory and wore that badge with pride. He scooped his fat up with both his hands and gave it a hearty jiggle. He wondered if anyone on campus would comment on his somewhat weight gain.

Turning around, Robert examined his rear which was now fluffy and dimpled with cellulite. He noticed that even his ass had grown a bit hairier along with a small patch of fuzz on his lower back, framed between two bulging love handles. He could recall seeing the same patch on his father and wondering if the same was in store for himself. This memory cemented his perceived transition into manhood.

Robert’s thighs had also thickened up a bit and now touched when he was standing straight. He rubbed his thighs and gave them a slap, admiring how they bounced. Lately, he had no choice but to manspread when he sat down. Crossing his legs was a thing of the past. The added weight on his lower half gave him a sense of groundedness. All around the extra pudge made him feel strong and unshakable, despite jiggling quite a lot when he actually did shake.

Most of this excess poundage had been accrued during a month long cruise down Central America. Robert had spent almost every single day getting tipsy on fruity blended drinks and satisfying his drunchies from dusk ‘til dawn at the buffet. Carbs became his best friend, soaking up the sugary alcoholic concoctions he guzzled during the day. Altogether, cruise life was a much needed respite from the long nights of grading papers and doing research during the academic year.

His salary did not allow him to indulge in fancy foods very often, and so this cruise was an opportunity to go hog wild. He made a conscious decision to eat and live like a king. As a result, he began to notice his body expanding only midway through the trip. It seemed as though out of nowhere he had grown a squishy paunch that jutted out behind his shirts. By the end of the vacation he was even larger, noticing fat accumulating all over his body.

As he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, Robert found himself particularly fascinated by the small white stretch marks that had formed at the top of his inner thighs. He traced his fingers over their subtle indentations. He hadn’t seen fresh stretch marks since puberty when his shoulders expanded overnight one summer. He was shocked to see the same thing happen simply from overeating on a long vacation.

Plump, tan, and satisfied, Robert stepped into the shower with vigor and began to get ready for his first day back to work. He trimmed his wild scruff back to a presentable shadow and styled his hair. He then slipped into underwear that clung more than usual to his meaty rump and resultantly compressed his bulge more than usual. He would have to remember to buy some new pairs. T-shirts had also grown a bit snug but this was not a huge concern for they would be hidden behind a button up. What he hadn’t considered was that his button ups from last year would also struggle to fit around his new body.

Robert sucked in his gut while doing each button. He let his stomach spill forward and was shocked at just how much the shirt did not fit. Scrambling through his closet he found the loosest button up he owned and put it on. It was still snug and would definitely be strained when he sat down, but it would have to suffice. Next, he slid into his stretchiest pair of chinos and was instantly filled with anxiety.

The fabric clung to his thighs and ass leaving little to the imagination. This would have been tolerable except for the fact that the waistband would not button no matter how hard he tried. With no other option, Robert scrounged a safety pin from the utility drawer and fastened the pants closed. Donning one of his bulkier belts he hoped no one would notice he’d outgrown his pants.

His day commenced with a faculty meeting catered with coffee and pastries. Although he had eaten a breakfast sandwich immediately upon getting to campus, he grabbed a healthy looking danish for the meeting. It was dry and mediocre as campus food tended to be, but that didn’t stop him from inhaling it within minutes. A few of his colleagues eyed his bulging waistline although no one made a comment.

Midway through the two hour meeting Robert found that his stomach was already growling to be fed. With no other choice, he would have to eat another Danish despite the fact he would be the only one going for seconds. He stood to grab one more danish and as he sat down he heard the unmistakable noise of a seam busting. Praying no one else heard, he subtly reached down to his thighs where a small hole had formed.

After the meeting he headed straight to the bathroom to examine the damage. It wasn’t too bad, maybe just an inch or so large. Plus, his underwear matched his pants so it was barely noticeable. He figured he could get through the day without anyone noticing. Although no one noticed the tear in his pants, his students were fully aware of his newfound growth.

“Mr. Daniels lookin’ THICK,” someone commented before his first class began.

Robert ignored the comment and got on with his lecture. Still, in the back of his head he worried about his appearance and snug outfit. There was no question he would be investing in some new work clothes. By the end of the class he was hungry once again. At least it was lunch time, so he felt justified in heading to the student union for a big meal. He grabbed a massive burrito, chips and guac, a cookie, and large soda which he brought back to his desk.

Such a filling lunch was exactly what he needed. The food was comforting and satisfying, giving the plump professor a sense of peace. After scarfing it all down he leaned back in his chair and sighed. Just as he did so two buttons on his shirt went shooting across the room. “Fuck,” he said aloud to himself and went searching for the buttons so he could sew them back on. As he knelt on his hands and knees he felt the contents of his belly slosh forward and the seam of his pants rip even further.

Eventually, he found the missing buttons and broke out the sewing kit to get them back on. By the time he was finished stitching himself back into his clothes, there was someone knocking at his door. He’d forgotten about office hours. In a mad rush he cleaned the food wrappers off his desk and greeted the student. As he sat back down at his desk the same two buttons snapped back off and shot under his desk. Although the student overtly stared at Robert’s bulging gut, filled to the brim with his fattening lunch, neither of them acknowledged the embarrassment.

After the student left, Robert took off the button up and slipped his spare sport coat over his tee. The tee was more than a little snug and definitely didn’t hide much- the indentation of his belly button was fully visible- but it would have to do. After a constant stream of students over the course of an hour Robert rushed to his next class. The lecture left Robert feeling exhausted and tired. It was evening and he had grown peckish again, so he decided to grab a bite to eat before he had a meeting with the dean and could go home.

Hawaiian barbecue sounded like a good idea when he ordered it. However, after gobbling up every last morsel, the young professor felt uncomfortably full and bloated. He yearned for to return to the cruise ship where he could take a long nap after overindulging, but instead he sluggishly headed to the dean’s office. His belly had swelled considerably with the Hawaiian food and he found himself having to stretch the hem of his shirt down to ensure his gut was fully concealed.

Once inside, Robert cautiously took a seat in one of the rickety old chairs in the waiting room for the dean. After a few seconds he felt a snap underneath his ass as the seat of the chair gave way. Trying to be as subtle as possible, Robert cautiously lifted himself from the broken chair and casually examined a painting on the wall until the dean greeted him.

Once inside, the dean offered him a home baked muffin that his wife had made. Robert tried to refuse at first but the dean pushed it on him. He began pecking at the muffin and realized it was indeed quite moist and delicious. He polished it off in a couple minutes and resisted licking his fingers. By the end of the meeting the dean persuaded Robert to take one more muffin for the road. Without a second thought, Robert greedily snatched the biggest muffin of the bunch.

As he walked through the campus at night, illuminated by lanterns, Robert gobbled up the muffin while reflecting on the fact that he was in desperate need of a new wardrobe. His belly was stuffed to capacity and the sheer weight of it bulging out in front of him forced Robert to walk slow and steady with his shoulders back and hips forward. Freed from his constricting button up, his rounded gut peeked out from behind the sport coat and wobbled back and forth with each step to his car.

The walk seemed longer than usual, likely because he was slower than usual. Somewhat winded, Robert couldn’t wait to sit down as he opened the door to his hatchback. However, as he did so, a booming snap assaulted his ears and he felt his belly spill forward into his lap. Robert’s belt had completely snapped in half while the thigh of his pants simultaneously split all the way open from knee to crotch. His girth was simply too much to contain.

At least it happened at the end of the day, he told himself.

#gainer stories #professorplump

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winterwolf0916 · 3 years

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Quarrel

Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by anon: hi could you write to jason todd x reader that they fight but don't realize their baby is there? Thanks for the reply:) Warning: Language, mentions of divorce, angst, & fluff A/n: Goodness! This is a sweet request and oooo here comes the fluff! *throws a massive cloud* Forgive me with the writing mistakes here 🤧 wrote it at 4 am my dudes. Happy New Years my dears! Word count: 2.6K

You know Jason is strong. He really is. But there are moments, moments where he can be so reckless in patrol to the point where he could’ve lost his life. It happens so often that you promised yourself to be patient in this. Reminding yourself that he has his family, the Outlaws, and you to help him out in his missions. But last night made your patience snap like a thread. You were worried more than ever about his well being.

What if he doesn’t arrive in the morning?

What if he dies and leaves you and your son?

What if-

Countless and countless thoughts radiated in your mind causing your body to weigh as more and more doubts formed. The sight of him huffing and puffing as he entered his and your apartment bloodied and beaten. You knew you were going to say something. Anything. You were fine with it at first since the job came with this. But more nights like these compressed your patience like a boot on a bug.

‘He shouldn’t patrol alone’ you thought. You should go with him to make sure he’s being cautious. But you couldn’t. You needed to take care of your child.

After patching him up and laying in bed in silence back to back, you heard the springs of the bed cry as Jason left the mattress to retrieve something while hissing as if he’s trying to ignore the pain. After a few minutes, you gave up trying to sleep off your uncertainty and decided to talk to him. The conversation went from small suggestions and corrections into bickering and confusion.

You didn’t mean to overstep boundaries. He didn’t mean to make you worry. But how he hides his pain is what frustrates you. How he would joke about the bullet wound in his shoulder didn’t bother him when playing in the park with Y/c/n. How he would flinch when Y/c/n hugs him after a hard patrol.

“You know how dangerous it is to go downtown alone!” You raised your voice. “You could’ve died again!”

“But I didn’t! Why don’t you trust me?!”

It repeated like this, going back and forth, for a solid 15 minutes. But in the moment, it felt like hours. Yelling and spitting out words that are not even meant. Pointing who’s to blame, cutting each other off, and wanting your haunted opinions to be heard. Caught up in the heated situation that you didn’t realize your 10-year-old witnessing it all in the hallway in his pajamas.

What's going on here?

Why are they yelling?

Don’t they love each other anymore?

Are...are they getting a divorce?

He’s seen arguments here and there but it's a different level now. It’s bigger. The picture playing of anger and hatred boiling from his parents. His two favorite people in the world, showing distaste in one another.

As a child, he doesn’t know what’s going on other than the air filled with loathe by the source of his parents. As a child, he felt the need to hug his parents and ask them about the situation. As a child, he felt his eye sockets sting and his mind not functioning of what was happening in front of him.

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You were making lunch for your son trying to calm yourself from the argument that occurred hours ago. The fight didn’t go so well that you and Jason agreed to give one another space after he drops Y/c/n off at the bus stop.

Jason left the living room to wake up Y/c/n for breakfast, acting strong from the awful wounds he received this morning. What confused you was the sound of his footsteps quicken.

“Y/c/n?! This isn’t funny!” There was shuffling in the room before Jason returned to the kitchen. “He’s not in his room.”

You both searched the entire apartment from top to bottom before searching the entire building. Finding no trace of your son made you two imagine the worst. The worst-case scenario and the last thing you would ever expect. Y/c/n being kidnapped.

Quickly changing into your suits and heading to the roof to discuss who is going to check what part of Gotham, you found your son sitting at the edge of the rooftop, his back facing you. As his head turned towards the sound of the door barged open, your heart broke and Jason caught his breath at the sight of your child in tears.

“What the-” He quickly wiped his tears in shock, “Mr. Red Hood and Mrs. Y/H/N? Here on my apartment building?”

“Oh crap uh-Don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here.” Y/C/N added, using the hem of his sleeve to wipe his tears, trying to hide his released emotion and pushing down the temptation to fanboy in front of his favorite heroes. Not knowing, they are his parents behind the masks.

“Hey kid, why are you crying?” Jason asked, taking a couple steps forward while you followed.

“It’s really silly.” He sniffled, not wanting to look back. “My parents fought.”

You and Jason paused in your steps, not believing what came out of his mouth. ‘He saw us?’

“Oh��”

“I know! Pretty embarrassing to say this to you guys.”

“Oh no no! It’s not embarrassing at all.” You said.

“It’s ok to tell the truth. I really need it from Gotham’s second-best couple.”

“Hate to ask this, but who’s the first best couple?” Your husband asked. You nudged him, giving the ‘really?’ look.

“My parents of course.” You and Jason melted at the spot from hearing how much your son looked up to his parents’ relationship. “But I guess not, after last night.”

His face fell and lowered his head in defeat after mumbling the last sentence. You and Jason glanced in each other's direction silently making a truce and putting aside your differences before taking a seat next to Y/c/n.

“Is it normal for parents to fight really hard? Please tell me. You guys are my number one from now on.”

“Honey, people argue every day. It helps us to grow as a person and learn about our partner’s troubles and what's important to them...”

“Even if it’s little things or big things or the harsh words we said, it doesn’t matter. We still love each other. We just step on the wrong foot sometimes.”

“Tell me about it, I remember bucket head over here accidentally left the sink on in our apartment. And guess what happened?”

“What?” Your son’s eyes were filled with curiosity while Jason cringed at the memory.

“It flooded our entire kitchen and I scolded him for an hour before he cleaned everything.”

“How long did it take Mr. Red hood to clean everything?”

“Two hours.” Y/c/n snorted but immediately became serious when he remembered who’s the other vigilante sitting right next to him.

“In my defense, I had to fight off Ra's Al Ghul for two weeks straight.”

“And?”

“Aaand, I wasn’t at total fault here.”

“It would’ve been better to not even open the sink at all!”

“I was tired, woman!” Then you heard your own son snickering before letting out a burst of warm laughter. The kind of laughter that made you smile while Jason gave a smirk.

“Wow-uh thanks. You guys really sound like my parents.” Jason opened his mouth to say something before you heard a hiss of a vehicle and the rumble of the engine fading in the distance.

“THE BUS!” You screamed as you jumped and ran towards the corner of the edge, the vehicle traveling away.

Your son’s face went pale at the sight of his transportation turning a corner before disappearing the block. Mostly afraid of his parents giving him a lecture for missing the bus rather than attending class.

“Oh shit.”

“Language.” Jason stated and pinched Y/C/N’s cheek as punishment for adding another curse word to the jar.

“Well! It was great knowing you guys! Ah, I would really love an autograph. Especially from you Y/H/N.”

“Me?”

“My dad has a fat crush on you, but don’t tell him that. He says it’s a secret between us men.” Surprised by the news, you glanced at your husband who then avoided your gaze and set his focus on a far off building, pretending he didn’t hear a thing.

Oh, he’s never going to hear the end of this from you. Your son quickly snatched his backpack that was resting by him and sprinted towards the door. As he opened the door to the stairs and was about to leave, he was lifted from the floor by his backpack, his legs still swinging as if he was running.

“Whoa there.” Jason placed your son down to his feet before gesturing between you two. “Why don’t we drop you off?”

“Really!?” Y/C/N’s eyes glittered with excitement that he’s going to receive the experience of traveling like a vigilante until a realization dawned on the boy. “But wait...I need my parent’s permission for that.”

“Don’t worry. All of the parents in Gotham trust us with their kids.”

“Wait really? You sure they won’t mind?”

“Crystal.”

“Yes! Ah, we gotta hurry. My bus might be a little far from here now.”

“Who said anything about taking you to the bus?”

-----

You and Jason were more than positive to never patrol in broad daylight unless it was an emergency. There are two reasons why. One, anyone can track you easily. Villains and crooks in Gotham don’t rest. Not only that, they have henchmen and machines that can detect vigilante activity which means a higher rate of danger to kidnap or take those who you interact with as hostage.

Two, the nosy journalists trying to snap a picture and give an odd headline to the Gotham press. It wasn’t anything new. This happens occasionally without the masks. So the Batfamily wasn’t bothered much by it. But it is rather important to not make the headline. Depending on what is put, it would falter the trust and hope that civilians have in the heroes of Gotham. Also, they would interview those who interacted with the vigilantes therefore more problems would complicate.

That’s when you both gave a conclusion of dropping off your son in an alleyway close by the school. As he was placed down from you, with wobbly legs and hair out of place, it took a load for you from fixing Y/c/n. But as a mother, you couldn’t help it. You bend down to his level and fix his hair and his shirt in place.

“There. All better.” You smiled at your bewildered son before pulling him in for a tight hug. “Have a great day, baby.”

“You really act like my mom,” you pull away from him, “she’s always picky that I would look nice for school.” You resisted the urge to pinch his cheek from that comment.

“I am not picky.” You stated with a serious tone and face.

“You are.” You heard your husband say.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Not.”

“Are too.”

“You’re not helping, Red.” You motioned at your son who is internally debating to join the small argument or leave it between the two of you since you remind him so much of his parents.

Your husband glanced at your son before winking at him, motioning that his wife is definitely picky. Y/c/n snickered before going silent as your focus landed on him.

“Ok, Y/c/n. Time for you to go to school.” Jason pats Y/c/n’s shoulder

“But...But I don’t want to go.” He wrapped his arms around yours and Jason's legs.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to face my parents when school is over. I’m really scared. What if they want to split up?”

“That won’t happen.” Jason’s tone was serious now.

“How do you know?” It was now Jason’s turn to crouch down to Y/c/n’s level, similar to what Y/c/n’s dad does.

“I’ll say this fast because you need to leave but if I were your dad, I would be an as-” You cleared your throat indicating to Jason to watch his vocabulary, “-idiot to even divorce your mom. Let alone to think of it. I love your mother so much to the point where I would still love her if she’d turn me into a frog. I would rather die again than to lose my family.”

“Wait, you died before-”

“Ah bap bap. Let me finish.” Y/c/n pouted.

“No fair.” Jason smiled under the helmet.

“I would also lose my precious kid. My partner in crime and a part of me. Even though we fought, big-time, I’d still love you and your mom. Relationships aren’t perfect. And neither are families. They’re rough around the edges but they’re still a part of us and we have our roles in them. And for your parents’ roles, they won’t split. I can assure that.”

There it goes again. Y/c/n’s eyes expressing his emotion. He wasn’t sad at all. More as if he’s relieved and content for someone to tell him that all is well. Y/c/n immediately wrapped his arms around his father’s neck and hugged the living hell out of him. Jason didn’t hesitate to hug back his son. As the two parted, your husband stood back up in his usual height.

“Now, get in there. You don’t want your teachers waiting.” Jason ruffled your son’s hair before Y/c/n left out of the alley and stepped on the school grounds.

As Y/c/n looked over his shoulder, he found the couple on a building waving him goodbye. He did the same and disappeared into the building.

-----

The two of you returned to the apartment. It was silent for the most part since the you both agreed to ‘get some air’ when you found Y/c/n. But none of that occurred when you helped Jason inside through the fire escape. He was slowly stripping from his suit and placing his pajamas on with caution. Another hiss from him caused you to place your mask down and help him pull down his shirt.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.” It took you a second to process the meaning of the words. Did he apologize? Wait- He apologized?

“...What?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll talk with Bruce about patrol and-”

“No, I should be the one who’s sorry… You… You always worked alone and risked yourself to get missions done. I should’ve trusted you more that you can defend yourself and come home safely. It was my fault.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m just afraid. Afraid...That you’ll die and leave me and Y/c/n alone. Like how you passed away and left your family and I when we were in high school.” His eyes widened at your confession. “I know! I shouldn’t even worry because you’re so much stronger now. But damn you. Damn you, whenever you come home ripping my soul from my body by how you suffer from your injuries. I know we have schedules for patrolling and taking care of Y/c/n but I’ll stop complaining and overreacting-”

You didn’t expect yourself to be in his arms, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, and your fired up spirit to be calmed by listening to the soothing beating of his heart. What a day.

“I think we have enough stress for one morning.”

“...Agreed.”

“I’ll talk with Bruce about patrols. In the meantime… let’s get some rest before Y/c/n comes back from school.”

“Alright…” Jason pulled away and was going to lead you to your shared bedroom before you stopped him. “I also have something else to say.”

“That is?”

“Well...more like an important question.”

“Ok?”

"How long have you had a crush on me?”

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professortennant · 3 years

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Please write some more ted/rebecca domestic fluff. 😍😍😍

i hope you like ted/rebecca/henry moments

It's Henry's first time visiting when she and Ted are something and it feels like a test of some sort, though Ted would never say that nor put that pressure on her. She loves children, has held Nora in her arms and rubbed the tip of her infant nose with the pad of her finger and promised to protect her, to love her always.

It's the broken promises that haunt her.

She doesn't want to let Henry down, doesn't want to let Ted down.

So she runs to the toy shop at the top of the high street, buys out their selection of dinosaur figurines, a handful of wind-up robots and little techno figures that light up, and a build-your-own robot kit intended to be more educational, she thinks, than functional.

The toys are set up in neat, enticing little lines along her desk and she wonders if it's too late to run up to the store and pick up coloring pencils and art paper, too.

(The previous night Ted had been ecstatic, bouncing around the house and humming softly to himself, stocking their refrigerator with peanut butter and jelly and their cupboards with fruity-flavored cereal. But Rebecca had a brick settling in her stomach, stony-faced and twiddling her thumbs at the table.

Ted squeezed her shoulders, dropped a a quick kiss to the top of her head and nuzzled at her hair a little. "Relax, sweetheart," he drawled, leaning over her shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "He's going to love you as much as I do."

But not even Ted's belief in her could soothe her anxiety.)

And now, there was the frantic pitter-patter of feet just outside her office, Ted's deep voice of, "Henry, wait--", and then there he was: Henry Lasso, nine-years old and bouncing and brimming with enthusiasm.

"Hi, Rebecca!"

Heart thumping in her chest, thoughts of broken promises and a determination to not repeat the past, she stepped forward and knelt precariously in her heels to meet the little boy's eyes. "Hello, Henry."

Ted followed in behind his son and stood in the doorway, eyes soft and bright, watching the interaction. Rebecca felt his gaze like a weighted blanket upon her.

Henry appeared to wilt a little, his confidence dipping as he looked behind him at his father who gave him an encouraging smile. Ted then turned that encouraging smile to Rebecca who felt a surge of strength.

She gestured behind her to the line of toys. "Your dad told me you're into robots? I--"

But she couldn't get the rest of her words out, Henry's eyes lighting up and his little body darting by her to fall to his knees in front of the table, hands reaching eagerly for the T-Rex and light-up robots.

Ted reached down to help her up, steadying her on her feet. She gave him a wry grin. "All that worry for nothing. I just needed to ply him with toys."

He leaned forward, brushed a kiss to her cheek, forehead resting against her temple for a moment. "You didn't need to do anything, hon. Just be yourself."

Still, Rebecca watched the young boy play with the figurines, listened to him make beeping noises and dinosaur roars, and wondered if it was that simple--just be herself when herself hadn't been good enough.

And then--

"Rebecca?" Henry's shy little voice carried across her office and she looked up to meet the little boy's eyes. He held out the build-your-own robot kit to her and bit his lip, looking uncertain. Ted's hand drifted down to her hip, squeezing softly before drifting to her backside, tapping it lightly in encouragement.

She stepped forward, heart in her throat. "Yes?"

Henry held out the kit to her shyly, eyes flicking to his father for a moment, before lifting the kit higher towards her. "Do you wanna build a robot with me?"

Suddenly, her throat felt thick with unshed tears, her chest tight at the sudden whopping feeling of this little person's trust and acceptable. She nodded, cleared her throat, and took the kit from him.

"I would love to, Henry."

ii.

Henry is ten and comes off the plane and into the arrivals area of the airport dead on his feet, eyes bleary and forehead burning up, skin clammy and looking dreadful.

"Dad," he whimpers, falling into Ted's arms and curling up against his chest as best as his ten-year old body can manage. Ted wraps his arms around his son protectively, cradling the body against him, hiking him up higher on his hip and silently asking Rebecca to grab Henry's bags.

She does so immediately, drags the rolling suitcase behind her and falls in step beside them and keeps her hand on the little boy's back, rubbing soothing circles there.

But one look at Ted's worried, panicked expression, the white-knuckled grip on his son, has her hand drifting from Henry to Ted, her hand resting on the small of his back, hooking over his hip and squeezing gently.

"We'll take care of him," she tells him, voice low to mask her own concern. Ted flicks his eyes to hers before cuddling his son closer and picking up the pace.

At home, Ted helps Henry strip out of his clothes, soaked with sweat from his fever and reeking with the sink of ten hours' worth of airplane, and into the tub. Rebecca busies herself with turning down the little twin bed in the spare office they'd turned into Henry's bedroom, brews a strong cup of mint tea and leaves it on the bedside table, along with a cold compress and a thermometer.

Freshly showered and swimming in an oversized AFC Richmond jersey, Henry snuggles down into his bed with a sleepy sigh and a string of coughs.

Ted sits next to him on the edge of the bed, smooths his hair back, rubs his forehead across his son's forehead. Rebecca is touched by the sight of them; doesn't know how she forgets Ted is a father sometimes when caring is ingrained in every bone of his body.

"Okay, bud, we're gonna let you rest up, alright? And when you wake up, you're gonna feel better and we're gonna get dinner."

"'Kay," Henry sighs out, eyes already fluttering closed, cheeks flushed red from fever and travel and a warm bath. Her hands clench at her side and she fights the urge to mimic Ted's movements, to brush her thumb along his cheek and tell him it will be okay. But she's still not sure where, exactly, she fits in.

"You need anything?" Ted asks, voice low and soft and soothing.

"Will you read 'til I sleep? Just for a bit."

"Yeah, bud, of course. Which--"

"Uncle Roy's book," comes the eager response, Henry sounding a little perkier.

Rebecca hides a smile, squeezes Ted's shoulder to keep him in place, and crosses the room to Henry's small but ever-growing bookcase and plucks A Wrinkle in Time off the shelf, returning to the Lasso boys and giving it to Ted.

But then--

"No," Henry says, voice strong and stern. "Can Rebecca do it?" Then, shyly, "She does the voices better."

Ted leans forward to kiss his son's forehead before standing up and handing the book right back to his girlfriend, kissing her softly. "You've been chosen," he teases.

But the words hit her in the chest and settle there, heavy and solid, like a medal around her neck. She takes Ted's place on the edge of Henry's bed, smooths the blanket, and opens the book and begins reading.

Somewhere after she introduces Mrs. Who, Mrs. Whatsit, and Mrs. Which, she feels Henry's hand settle along side hers and his breathing evens out, eyes closed and form asleep.

Gently tucking the bookmark into place, she leans forward and kisses his forehead, still warm with fever, and murmurs, "Sleep well, darling."

Out in the living room, Ted slides his arm along the back of the couch, opening a place for her by his side which she takes gratefully, curling against him and tucking her feet beneath her. His lips find her hairline, his hands find her shoulders, and she lets herself sink into him, exhausted from worry.

"Thank you," she whispers into the silence, her hand sliding across his belly, scratching slightly.

"For what?"

The words are hard to get out but she needs him to know she loves him and his little boy and the opportunity that being with him presents. She clears her throat, turns her head into his shoulder and kisses his shirt-covered chest. "For letting me be a mum," she confesses. "Just for a little while."

Ted exhales harshly before moving quickly, hand lifting her face to his and his mouth finding hers, kissing her deeply, lingering at her lips to kiss her again and again, holding her close.

When he breaks away, he leans his forehead against hers, nuzzles their noses together. "There ain't no one--no one--else I'd rather co-parent with."

Their hands entwine, their fingers tangle, and they settle into the couch and wait for their boy--their boy--to need them, both of them.

iii.

All she can hear from the bathroom is Ted's soothing tone, his 'coach' voice as she's come to think of it--a little performative, a little deeper, a little sterner--and Henry's giggles along with the sound of splashing water. She pushes the bathroom door open and watches her boys--because she knows this now, they are hers--lean over the bathroom sink, safety razors in hand, Ted's voice walking his son through the motions of how to shave. Henry is twelve now and has just enough peach fuzz on his lip and sideburns that Ted had agreed to teach him how to shave.

But she doesn't want to miss out on the fun, doesn't want to miss this moment.

Henry laughs when Rebecca comes in and starts putting shaving cream on her own face, hands rubbing together and lathering the foam over her cheeks and across her lip. “Don’t leave me out, boys.”

“Rebecca, you look like Santa,” Henry laughs, his own face covered in patchy shaving foam.

“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment then. Ho ho ho.” She uses her pointer finger as a faux-razor and wipes the cream from her face in long, clean drags, before leaning in to kiss Ted. It's these casual demonstrations of affection that she cherishes the most, the gestures she thought she'd never get.

“Oh, one sec—“ Ted cups her cheek and wipes a bit of cream off her chin before leaning in to kiss her properly, kiss lingering. “Be done in a bit,” he murmurs against her mouth, kissing her softly again.

Henry pretends to gag into the sink and Rebecca rolls her eyes, drops a kiss to the top of the boy’s head, ruffles his hair affectionately and just barely resists rubbing shaving cream into his hair. “Dinner’s in five,” she calls out over her shoulder, leaving her boys behind in the bathroom.

She turns, watches them a moment longer—her family.

iv.

She never forgets for a moment that Henry is part-Ted. She sees it as he grows older, that boundless energy never quite settling, endless curiosity as he insists on all three of them exploring every nook and cranny of London, wants to know each bit of history that has tread over the cobblestones or sweated into the brickwork.

(She'd spun a bit of a tale, told Henry that London was built on magic, enchantments woven into each alleyway. He'd given her an awestruck look and when Rebecca looked up to give Ted a wink, she'd found his face just as awed, just as enraptured in her tale. Like father, like son.)

They go to museums where he and Ted both press their faces eagerly to display cases and drag her into display halls and beg her to give the suits of armor a voice. It only takes one look at their identical Lasso puppy dog eyes to get her to crack, snap to attention beside a gleaming suit of armor, and put on a rough Cockney accent, saluting her boys, "At your service, sirs!"

It sends them both into a fit of giggles and Henry leans against her side and looks up at her. "You're silly, Rebecca."

She taps his nose and ruffles his hair. "And don't you forget it."

She catches Ted's eyes over the boy's head and the sight of his expression--warm, hungry, and so nakedly, openly affectionate--punches her in the chest, sends her staggering back. She tries to steady herself on Henry's shoulder but he's already gone, the attention span of his father, and bouncing to the next exhibit.

"Don't get too far away from us," she calls after him, sighing when he throws her a thumbs up and scampers away into a pirate and nautical themed room.

And then Ted is there, his arms around her and pulling her in against him, mouth finding hers, kissing her desperately, fiercely. It's more public affection than she's used to from him--usually keeping it to holding hands or an arm slung over her shoulders--and it catches her off guard as she remembers that expression she'd seen earlier.

"What was that for?" she asks breathlessly, steadying herself against him with her hand on his chest, swaying back towards him on instinct wanting more.

"Because you're you," he says simply, tucks a curl of hair behind her ear. "Because you love my son. Because you love me."

Tears spring to her eyes and she reaches up to cup his cheeks in her hands, feels his stubble scrape along her fingertips. "You both are easy to love," she says, voice wavering. She grins and adds, "Annoyingly so, might I add. You melted me."

"Naw, you were already a squishy melty marshmallow," he teases, kissing her softly and slipping his hand into hers and following Henry into the next room.

"I was not," she protests half-heartedly. "They were calling me the ice queen in the bloody papers! I was, y'know, tough."

Ted kisses her temple. "Absolute marshmallow."

Four years ago, her office was relatively barren--filled with stale, lifeless paintings worth too much money, overpriced decorative statues on her surfaces, and a clean, blank glass desk. Nothing too personal, nothing to show who she was.

Now, though. Now.

Now, there are collages of photographs hanging on the wall. Pictures of her at galas and events with Ted on her arm; front pages illustrating AFC Richmond's Cinderella story, Ted surrounded by the team drenched in water holding a shiny trophy aloft; articles featuring her new approach to handling of club ownership and empowering those around her.

Now, along the windowsill facing the pitch there are pictures of her and the team: Sam and Dani on either side of her in some club with shots of tequila in hand, another with Keeley on her back, heels in hand, Rebecca giving her a piggy-back ride, both of them grinning broadly into the camera.

Now, there's a Jurassic Park-themed blanket folded over the back of her office couch where a rapidly growing little boy collapses onto it after running around with the players at training as best as he can and a duffel bag with spare clothes for Ted in her closet next to her coats. Little places in her life carved out for them.

Now, on her desk, is a framed picture of her and Ted, their arms wrapped around each other, kissing softly at the Higgins' vow renewal ceremony, the frame hand-made by Ted out of painted popsicle sticks, little hearts and marshmallows and footballs painted into one corner and Always yours, Ted scribbled in the other corner.

Now, the only other picture on her desk is a hand-drawn picture from Henry of four figures--a mustachioed man, a petite woman with long hair, a young boy, and a tall, blonde woman, all holding hands. The labels are what's important: Dad, Me, Mom, and Mum.

And beneath it all, in blazing, declarative glory: My family.

#ted lasso fic #ted x rebecca #ITS JUST FOUND FAMILY BULLSHIT DONT LOOK AT ME #ted lasso

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oikawaplssteponme · 3 years

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𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮

pairing: Dabi x fem! reader, Hawks x fem! reader

warnings: 16+, suggestive comments, mentions of bruises/injuries, manga spoilers (about Dabi’s identity), swearing, mentions of daggers/knifes, mentions of death but none present, runaway kids

word count: ~2k words

genre: fluff/angst/crack (?)

synopsis: You’re stuck between two worlds; one good, one evil. Not to mention this unfortunate love triangle that you’ve found yourself in. Do you stick with what you’ve always known or risk it all for him?

a/n: hello !! ahh this is the first part of a little something i’ve been working on. i might make this a mini series so please let me know what you think!! reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3 enjoy xx

one: the beginning of the end

You remember the day you met him, as if it were yesterday. The memory was forever engraved in your brain and how so much has changed since then.

You were sitting in a dark alley, your back pressed against the side of a building. The boy with bright red hair and bruises covering his entire body approached you. He looked about your same age, so you didn’t think much of him.

“Do you have any food?” he asked you. You scoffed.

“If I did I would be eating it, and I wouldn’t share it with you.”

The boy crossed his arms. They were all bandaged up.

“That’s pretty selfish of you.”

“I guess I’m a selfish person.”

You brought your knees to your chest, trying to stay warm despite the holes in your clothing.

“Why are you all alone?” he asked. You sighed.

“Ran away. You?”

“Same here. My parents think I’m dead.”

“Lucky. Mine are looking for me,” you mumbled. He tilted his head.

“Then why did you leave?”

“Why do you care?”

“Just wondering,” he said. You stood up, facing him.

“I figured that if I stayed I would’ve winded up dead.”

“I guess we do have a lot in common.”

You pointed to his bandages.

“Get that from your quirk?” He shrugged.

“No, my dad did it. He’s a bastard.”

“Do you have a quirk?”

“Yeah, it’s a fire quirk. My family called it ‘cremation’.”

“That's morbid.” He chuckled.

“Do you have a quirk?”

“Yeah.”

“Well what is it?” he asked eagerly. You sighed, turning around.

“Woah you have wings? That’s so cool!”

“They’re still growing but they’re gonna be big and strong one day,” you insisted. The boy examined your wings, admiring them.

“We could be a cool team, you know? My fire, your wings, we’d be unstoppable,” he smiled. You raised a brow.

“A team? You’re a stranger.”

“Not like either of us have anyone else. We could use each other.”

“I don’t need anybody,” you huffed. The boy sighed.

“Come on, it could be fun working together.”

“You want to be a hero or something?”

“Not anymore. Heroes are jerks, just like my dad. I want to be better than a hero.”

Better than a hero? For the longest time you didn’t understand what he meant. After all, heroes were supposed to be the peak of society. So who was better?

“I need to know your name if we are gonna be a team,” you said. The boy looked to the floor.

“I’m thinking about changing mine...start fresh, you know?” he whispered. You nodded.

“Okay, what can I call you until then?”

“Touya, but only when we are alone. I need people to keep thinking I’m dead.” You chuckled.

“You really are morbid, but alright. I’ll just go by Y/N.”

“Okay Y/N. We are gonna be a great team one day.”

You were there for him when his hair changed from red to white. You were there to be his ‘getaway flight’ when he stole his first box of black hair dye. He was there for you when you were freezing at night, lighting a soft flame to keep you warm. He was there for you when you had growing pains from your wings, as the feathers stretched out and began to develop into daggers. The two of you were always there for each other.

You were there for him when he decided to start going by Dabi. You never called him Touya again. The two of you grew up together, sharing secrets about your past lives and deciding how to live your future. He was right, you two certainly made a good team.

It started as petty crimes. Stealing food and clothes just to get by. The more you got away with it all, the easier it got. Before you knew it, you were ridiculing the entire hero society. Dabi’s harsh criticism ran through your mind constantly, and you couldn’t help but see where he was coming from.

In your teenage years, your quirk developed to its highest potential. You were a sight for sore eyes.

“Test it out!” insisted Dabi. You took a deep breath and stared at the makeshift target before you.

“Back up.”

You shot your wings out. They were much bigger than you, almost swallowing you whole. You concentrated at the target, aiming for the bullseye.

“Okay…let’s see…”

You spread out your feathers, thinking of the one right at the top. It was white compared to the rest that were black. You had about twenty white feathers in comparison to the abundance of black ones. You looked at the bullseye again, and shot your feather straight at it. It’s poison started to bleed through the fabric. You looked at Dabi, smiling.

“I did it!” You cheered. Dabi smiled, giving you a high five.

“That’s sick.”

From the surface, your wings would look like any other feathers. However, the quills were replaced by daggers. Sharp knives hidden by soft feathers all made up your large wings. The few white feathers you had, contained a poison strong enough to kill someone instantly.

“We are gonna be unstoppable,” said Dabi. You smirked.

“Damn right.”

As years passed and heroes became more and more powerful, you and Dabi knew you had to do something in order to feel less helpless. You had heard of this underground league for people like you. As much as Dabi wanted things to be just the two of you, the both of you decided it might be worth a shot.

The room was dark and dingy and it reeked of alcohol. You and Dabi stood in the corner of the room, with another girl. A group of interesting people stood before you. You looked up at Dabi.

“These guys look like they haven’t touched grass in years.”

“Names?” asked one of them. You gave Dabi a nudge, insisting that he goes first.

“I’m going by Dabi.”

“Uh Y/N.”

“Himiko Toga!”

“Quirks?” asked someone else.

“Cremation.”

“Dead Wings”

“Transform!”

One of the group stepped towards you. He was tall and lengthy, bare hands covered him. It was an unusual sight to say the least.

“You don’t look like you have wings,” he said.

“And you don’t look like you’ve ever heard of lotion.” Dabi sneered. The guy found it less amusing. You sighed.

“I can change their size. It would get pretty annoying if I had these monstrous feathers on my back all the time,” you explained.

“Show me how it works. There’s already a hero with wings, what makes you better?”

You looked at Dabi, smirking.

“Alright.”

You took a few steps forward and expanded your wings.

“WOW THOSE ARE COOL-I’ve seen better.”

“You see, compared to the number three hero, my feathers actually have sharp daggers on them instead of regular-old quills. I can still control them wherever I please, but if I happen to hit you with one of my white feathers, you’ll be dead within seconds due to the poison they contain,” you explained, “can I have a volunteer?”

“Use your buddy over there.”

You turned around. Dabi groaned. He moved to be pressed up against the wall.

“I swear if you actually hit me-”

“Quiet staples.”

You lifted your pointer finger, causing your feathers to spread. You then pointed at Dabi, causing a group of them to shoot at him. Lucky for him they outlined him instead of striking him.

“Thank god…”

You moved to stand with Dabi again. The rest of the group mumbled among themselves.

“Alright, clearly you all could be valuable assets to the League. I guess we can keep you around.”

“Can we know your names now or are you just gonna keep playing the ominous card?” groaned Dabi.

“Tomura Shigaraki. This is Twice, Spinner, Mange, Mr. Compress, and Kurogiri. Welcome to the League of Villains.”

You smiled, giving Dabi a nudge.

“Sick.”

That was the beginning of the end for you and Dabi.

As much as you and Dabi hated to admit it, the L.O.V. soon became the family you never had. You got close with Toga, even sharing a room with her despite Dabi’s protest. Shigaraki still got on your nerves, but you played nice. Everyone was kind, even with their reputation. Of course there was Dabi, your other half. The day you found each other was really the best day of your life. You cared for each other. You grew up together. You loved each other.

It was an unspoken understanding between you and him. You never would say it outloud, but after being with him for so long, you couldn’t imagine life without him. Dabi loved you. He really loved you, a feeling he thought he was incapable of having. Still, these words remained unspoken.

Shigarki had called you all for a meeting. You groaned, walking to the main room with Dabi. Everyone was seated at a table waiting for you.

“Woah is this an intervention or some shit?” you chuckled.

“Take a seat.”

You did as you were told, sitting beside Dabi.

“So after a few discussions, we have decided that-”

“I said no,” interrupted Dabi. You looked at him.

“No to what? Did you all have a meeting without me?”

“Well we were talking about you so it would’ve been a little silly to have you there,” laughed Toga. Your eyes widened.

“You jackasses are talking about me behind my back!?” You stood up from your seat. Tomura sighed.

“Don’t get your feathers in a twist Y/N, it was all good things.”

“I already told you all that the answer is no,” said Dabi sternly.

“Huh?”

“We have a mission for you Y/N.”

Your eyes lit up. Dabi groaned, standing up from his seat.

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT-”

“You all are finally letting me go on a mission?!”

Since you joined the L.O.V. you always worked behind the scenes. Everyone always insisted that it was because they could handle it without you, and that they would save you for the bigger missions. In reality, someone just wanted to protect you.

“No we aren’t,” huffed Dabi.

“You’re outnumbered staples. She’s going on the mission,” said Spinner. You couldn’t stop smiling.

“Okay so what is it? I can handle it, I swear!”

“Why can’t Toga do it?” questioned Dabi.

“None of us can do it besides Y/N. There’s a reason she hasn’t been on the front line for any missions and why we kept her hidden until now. If we send anyone else but her in there, they’ll recognize us,” explained Shigaraki. You raised a brow.

“Wait am I going undercover or something?”

“So is no one gonna listen to me? Great…”

“Just tell me please?” You whined. Shigaraki sighed.

“So your mission is to go undercover and infiltrate the Hawks Hero Agency. Hawks recently put out that he is looking for a new assistant, so you’ll be applying for the job. Once you have it, we need you to gain as much information as possible. Do whatever it takes to gain his trust. Hawks has a big mouth, and as his assistant he’ll tell you things that he probably shouldn’t. If all goes as planned, we will eventually take over the agency, capturing both him and hopefully Endeavor as well. Got it?”

You tried to process all the information that was being thrown at you. Dabi looked furious.

“This is just a bad idea-”

“I’ll do it.”

“Perfect! It’s settled then!” smiled Toga.

“No it’s not. You’re gonna send Y/N undercover as the number two hero’s assistant and expect her to do whatever it takes to get information?”

“Yes that’s exactly what we are going to do.”

“That is a porno waiting to happen!” huffed Dabi. You chuckled.

“I’ll be careful I promise. Nothing is gonna happen.”

“Mange picked you up some clothes and we made your resume. You interview tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow? What happens if I don’t get the job?” You asked.

“We took care of the other applicants,” smirked Toga. You nodded.

“Fuck this…” Dabi stormed out of the room, his hands in his pockets. You sighed.

“I’ll deal with him later, but I swear I can do this. I won’t let you all down.”

The rest of the league looked at you.

“We know you won’t.”

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Tea Shop Part Two: Zuko x female reader series

Part one here

Part Three here

Part four here

After saving Lee’s life he stops being so rude to you and is actually bareable to work with. You grow closer, even taking care of him when he gets sick and start to feel there could be something between you. Then the avatar shows up in Ba Sing Sei and Lee isn’t your priority anymore...until you find out he’s not really Lee at all but Zuko, the crowned prince of the nation that wiped out your entire culture.

Under Mushi’s watchful eye the tea shop flourished and so you weren’t suprised when business men showed up and offered Mushi his own shop. You watched amused as your boss tried to bargain a title with a tea shop and smiled proudly as Mushi refused your boss’s selfish offer and got his own tea shop. Afterwards your boss went to sulk and you walked up to your friend. "Congratulations Mr Mushi" you smiled "don’t forget me when your rich and famous". "I wouldn’t think of it" he cried "i’d like you to come with me". You paused "what?". "Y/n you’re a wonderful server, your efficient and smart, you’re exactly the waitress i need and i can pay you better than the peanuts we earn here". You smiled "you’re serious?". Mushi smiled "of course, so what do you say?". "When can i start" you grinned.

To celebrate Mushi invited you to his house for dinner and you arrived early to help him cook. You were both in the kitchen when you heard Lee emerge from his room grumbling to himself. Apparently he wasn’t as thrilled with the news and that didn’t suprise you. He went to complain about something but he hadn’t realised you were here and jumped when he saw you. "What are you doing here?" he asked in greeting. "Wow great to see you too! You’re so good at interacting with people Lee” you teased and he paused “I didn’t mean it like that...” he muttered awkwrdly. Mushi took pity on his nephew and stepped in "i invited y/n over for dinner to celebrate our new tea shop! She’ll be working with us at the new shop so get used to her being around". "Great" Lee sighed and you shot him a look. “I’m actually not being sarcastic” he said dryly and you smirked. "I knew there was some enthusiasm in that cold lifeless body" you grinned reaching across the counter to mess up his hair. Lee rushed to correct it, moving away from you but he seemed equally as embarassed as he was annoyed. You smirked and moved away to set the table.

Iroh’s POV

Iroh smiled looking from your smirk to Zuko’s blush. His nephews blush seemed to grow everyday and you seemed to cause it more and more often. Iroh hoped your home visits became more regular soon. You began dishing up the food and Iroh watched as Zuko studied what you were doing and then started to help. You smiled as you noticed Zuko trying to help and Iroh saw Zuko was purposefully avoiding your eye so you couldn’t make a big deal out of it. For his nephew small acts of kindness meant a lot but Zuko had certainly been putting the effort in with you. Iroh supposed you’d won his respect when you saved his life but regardless of what it was, the two of you were getting along well and it made Iroh smile. Things were looking up for his nephew.

1 week later

You’d been running the preparation of the shop for a few days now because Mushi told you there was a family emergency so he couldn’t. You hadn’t heard from him for a while now and were worried about him so after work you went to his house. You suspected the crisis involved Lee and sure enough, as you approached the front door, through the window you could see Lee on the floor in the living room injured. You knocked on the door but got no reply. You knocked again and went to leave when you heard a groan. It was Lee and he sounded in pain. You frowned but tried the door. It opened and you walked inside. "Mushi?" you called but got no reply. You sunk to your knees beside Lee and frowned, he looked bad. You couldn’t see anything physically wrong with him, there was no blood or wound, but he definitely looked in pain. You placed a hand on his head but removed it quickly, he was boiling hot. You spotted a bucket of water and soaked a flannel in it before placing it on Lee’s forehead. He stopped muttering when you did that and you smiled slightly. You pulled the blankets up to cover him more, not only for his modesty, but also because you knew it was the best thing to do for a fever. The flannel slipped and you moved to put it back onto his forehead when suddenly Lee grabbed your hand. His grip was tight and you flinched “Lee? Lee you’re fine, it’s just me!”. His eyes were wide but it still seemed to take him a minute to recognise you "y/n? Why are you here?". "I was coming to see your uncle...can you let go of my hand?” you asked as you started to lose feeling in it. Lee looked down realising he was still gripping you and flushed “ow sorry...”. He rubbed his face with his hands and you worried at how unwell he looked. “Lee i think you should lay back down". "No" he groaned but he was too weak to put up any fight. You eased him back down onto the pillow and put the cold flannel back against him. "Do you want some water?" you asked. "My father" he muttered "the fire lord!" he gasped. You frowned concerned, he was hallucinating. "Lee calm down, nobodies here but me". "No my father...fire lord Ozai, i can see him". You frowned patting his shoulder as he carried on. "They took my honour" he told you "they took my crown! I won’t let them keep it" he cried sitting up. "Lee stop" you said sharply "Lee lay back down it’s okay" you said grabbing his shoulders to stop him standing up. "Y/n?" he asked confused and you nodded "it’s me, lay back down, drink some water". You went to get him a cup but he grabbed the whole bucket and downed it. You frowned at the mess but he laid back down so you were happy. You covered him back up and he blinked at you "y/n are you still there?". "Yes i’m here" you told him for what felt like the hundreth time. "Why are you here?" he asked suddenly. "Because you’re not well". "You shouldn't be here" he said groggily and you smirked that even ill he didn’t want you around. "Well i’m not leaving you alone while you’re like this so you’re stuck with me". Lee made a noise and you smirked. "Just go to sleep and it’ll be like i’m not even here". Lee nodded "go to sleep" and closed his eyes. You smiled as his breathing settled down and tucked the blankets around him and placed the flannel back on his forehead. You brushed his hair out of his face and looked at his poor pained expression. You got the sudden urge to stroke his cheek but you didn’t, even if he was asleep. You looked down at his face, examining it from his scar to his sharp jaw line. The boy always had his head down, eyes low, so you’d never really got a good look at his face. Now you did you we’re pleasantly suprised. "You know you’re not bad looking when you’re asleep and can’t glare" you thought aloud "the fact you’re not talking probably helps too" you smirked. "Y/n?" someone asked suddenly and you jolted. "Mushi" you jumped up moving away from Lee "i came to make sure you were okay, nobody answered but i could hear Lee muttering so i opened the door, i’m so sorry for letting myself in". "No it’s alright, Lee’s been ill for a few days, i went to make tea and fell asleep, thank you for looking after him, i hope he wasn’t too much trouble". "No we woke up a few times and was babbling but i managed to make him go back go sleep and tried a cold compress, will he be okay?". Mushi nodding, smiling at the concern in your voice "he’s okay, he just needs some rest". The flannel fell as Lee turned and you sighed kneeling back down to place it on his forehead again. You frowned worried and Mushi carried on "i’m sure he’d be happy to know you were here". You laughed "one of the first things he asked was why i was here in his demanding tone, he didn’t seem happy" you smirked and Mushi smiled "my nephew was probably just embarassed, he struggles letting people in but you are good for him, you don’t give him a choice". You blushed "I don’t mean to impose on him" you frowned. Mushi shook his head "no and you never do, i just meant you don’t allow him to mope, you are firm and honest with him and none of his family or friends ever were, that’s why he rebels against you so much, I don’t think he’s met someone as honest as you". "I guess that makes sense" you smiled looking down at him. You went to move a piece or hair from his face but stopped realising Mushi was watching. You stood up blushing "i should go but let me know if you need any help i’d be more than happy to assist you".

2 days later

You didn’t expect to see Lee at the opening of the restaurant a few days later but he appeared looking well, better than well he looked refreshed, relaxed, maybe even happy. He nodded to you in greeting and you smiled "good to see you're feeling better". Lee stopped and nodded "my uncle told me you helped look after me, i can’t remember it". You laughed "thats no suprise you had a pretty bad fever, you were mumbling about all sorts of things, the firelord, your dad, crowns" you chuckled. Lee paused and stared at you "what did i say exactly?". "Nothing really it was just one or two words, you wanted your father and then a crown, never took you for a guy who likes jewellery but i bet it’d suit you" you smirked. Lee studied your body language and tone closely but sighed in relief, you hadn’t worked out who he was. Lee’s shoulders relaxed and he smiled "well thank you for looking after me" and walked away. You stared after him confused, Lee had just been polite and kind with no hint of sarcasm. How odd.

Zuko’s POV

"Uncle two more teas!" Zuko called "we’re so busy" he grinned at you and you paused "who are you and what have you done with Lee". Zuko rolled his eyes but still smiled "it’s my uncle’s grand opening and it’s going great! Can’t i be happy?". "Yeah but i’ve never seen that on your face before...i believe its called a smile right?". Zuko blushed smile gone but he noticed you were grinning at his reaction "that looks good on you too" you smirked before moving away to serve more tea. At that comment Zuko's smile reappeared.

"You and y/n are handling the rush very well" Iroh smiled as soon as he got his nephew alone and Zuko nodded "yes she is very good at her job, you made the right decision hiring her". "I’m glad you think so" Iroh smirked and Zuko frowned "why do i get the feeling you mean something different to what i mean?". Iroh smirked "i don’t know what you mean...just so you know i asked and she’s not seeing anyone at the moment". "Uncle!" Zuko snapped and Iroh grinned "what? She’s a lovely girl you’re a lovely boy....". "I’m not dating y/n!" Zuko cried but his face had gone bright red. “Lee I need your help at table three” you called and Zuko nodded “be right there” and took a few breaths to calm his heart rate. Iroh smirked “you better go, she’s waiting for you”. “I’m going” he snapped and stormed away from Iroh who was chuckling at the fact Zuko’s blush had gotten even worse.

Your POV

The day had flown by and after the resounding success you made your way back home in a very good mood. For the first time in a year you were very excited about life in Ba Sing Sei and it was all down to your new job. If everyday was like today, if Lee was always like this...lets just say your life was looking up, so of course it had to change. When you got home someone was waiting for you, the avatar.

Apparently your uncle had found his air bison and given the bison a message to help the avatar find you and he had. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t known the avatar had been in Ba Sing Sei for weeks and felt bad you’d been so distracted from your real mission. So you decided to drop everything to assist the avatar. You left for the western air temple the next morning hoping Mushi and Lee wouldn’t be too angry or disappointed in you.

Zuko’s POV

When you never showed up for work the next few days Zuko was concerned, it wasn't like you but neither he nor Iroh knew where you lived. It was then Zuko started wondering how much he actually knew about you and he was suprised he wished he knew more. When Azula captured him Zuko's worry turned to downright fear. He figured Azula must’ve captured you too just for be associating with him and Iroh. That must be why you’d disappeared and he hoped to see you safe and well when he was placed in the earth kingdom prison. He saw a girl and rushed to his feet, relief filling him that you were here, atleast now he could help you. "Y/n?" he called and then flinched to see it wasn’t you. It was the water tribe girl Katara and she seemed angry. "Y/n?" Katara snapped "how do you know y/n?". "Wait how do you know her?" Zuko asked and just like that your real identity was revealed to him.

Your POV

You returned home early from the air temple because Aang got a vision Katara was in danger and sure enough upon your return you couldn’t find her anywhere. You and the gang all paced in their home trying to think of where she could possibly be. "There has to be a way to find Katara" you frowned when Toph looked at the door "an old friend of mine is here". You looked towards the door expecting some reinforcements and in walked your boss. "Mushi?" you asked and they all looked at you, even Iroh seemed shocked. "Y/n? What are you doing here?". "Me...you're not here to see me? I know i’ve missed quite a few shifts...". "Wait you work for him!" Sokka cried. You frowned "why do you say it like that?". "Y/n he’s Iroh, dragon of the west". You looked at Iroh shocked "no...you can’t be!". "It’s true, i’m sorry for deceiving you y/n but me and my nephew couldn’t reveal who we were to you and i see you have skeletons you kept hidden too" he nodded to your present company. "Wait so if you’re Iroh the firelord’s brother than that makes Lee...". "Zuko prince of the fire nation" Iroh nodded and your jaw dropped.

An hour later

With Iroh’s help you realised Azula was probably keeping Katara in the same place as Zuko and so set off to rescue them together. The plan was Aang and Iroh, would go save Zuko and Katara and you Toph and Sokka would stop the coup. You didn’t mind the plan mainly because it gave you more time to process everything. Mushi started to walk beside you and there was an awkward silence. Finally he broke it, "I’m really sorry we lied to you" he told you. You didn’t reply unsure what to say so Iroh carried on. "Neither of us wanted to do it but we knew it would put you in danger knowing who we were, if anyone found out you knew...". You nodded your head "i can see that, it’s just the actual idea of you both being royalty" you frowned "i yelled at the future firelord". Iroh laughed "he needed it, trust me Zuko will forgive you for that". You shook your head still not used to Lee being Zuko. "It makes sense now" you frowned "why Lee was so sad...i just figured he was a moody teenager but i know what it’s like to have your home taken from you, i get why he was so angry". Iroh frowned, saddened at your anger but nodded "it was hard on him but things were getting better, he was enjoying things here, you helped with that". You blushed and shook your head "i didn’t do anything, i wish i’d helped him more". "There’s still time" Iroh smiled "we are going to rescue him right now". You nodded not sure if you were more nervous or excited to see Zuko again. "Yes we are".

Of course the plan failed. Toph and Sokka never returned from going to warn the earth king and you and Appa were getting ready to launch an offensive attack when suddenly they appeared but without Aang or Katara.

The evening drew on and still Aang didn’t appear with Katara or Zuko. You paced worried it was all taking too long...what if Azula had them? What if she’d forced Zuko and Iroh to return to the firenation as her prisoners? Your mind was freaking out when suddenly a figure appeared running towards you. You knew something was wrong because Katara was alone and she was cradling Aang in her arms. Nobody seemed to be chasing her so when Sokka made Appa take off you jolted. "Wait what about the others". Katara shook her head bitterly and you frowned moving closer to her. "What happened?" you asked “where's Lee and Mushi...I mean Zuko and Iroh?". "They stayed back" she said and you turned frantic "what? We can’t leave them! We have to go back”". "Y/n" Katara said sharply "they chose to stay back, Zuko sided with them, he was fighting against his uncle to get us...i don’t know who you met here but he’s doesn’t exist anymore”. Katara’s words hung in the air and you sat down stunned. “If he ever did” she added bitterly and you shivered but not because of the cold. Lee had betrayed Mushi and sided with his sister? Maybe Katara was right and the boy in the tea shop didn’t exist anymore. Now he was Zuko of the fire nation, crowned prince and Lee from the tea shop was no more.

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ao3feed-todoroki · 3 years

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Dabi's 5-step Guide to Being a Better Parent Than Endeavor

dabi's 5-step guide to being a better parent than endeavor by spittinglass

A little voice inside his head whispered spitefully about how this was no place for a child, and how he was making a mistake and would only traumatize the kid, yada yada. He responded with an equally spiteful-

“Fuck off, its not like I planned to do arson today.” - (or: how Dabi becomes a good dad just to spite his own, realizes he kinda sorta maybe likes Hawks for realsies, begrudgingly admits the League cares and finally comes to terms with his protective side. Not in that order.)

Words: 12370, Chapters: 4/6, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Crack Treated Seriously, Light Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied Sexual Content, rated t for non graphic violence and dabihawks flirting, its not kidnapping its surprise adoption, shigaraki is a good uncle, Takami Keigo | Hawks is a Little Shit, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32396473

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dabi #♡#Dabi #Touya Todoroki #Tomura Shigaraki #Keigo Takami #Minor Dabihawks #🔥#🏮#🐦#R:T #A:Spittinglass #Abuse #Angst

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a-pretty-nerd · 4 years

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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 3

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you're in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word count: 1,556

Warnings: Panic Attack, themes of depression and self-hatred. Later chapters will include violence and nsfw content.

A/N:

I'm gonna try and have a pretty regular posting schedule. From now on I'm going to try posting once a day, even of its just a headcannon, I wanna post once a day now. I'M GOING TO TRY AND POST ONE CHAPTER A WEEK. Especially for this series, I'm having a lot of fun with it but Tumblr doesn't seem to like it and refuses to post it to the hashtags. Sorry, I know this chapter is kinda short, but I feel like this series deserves a slow, intense, burn.

Don't forget, I have a Patreon, where you can join my discord, vote on new projects, and make requests! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Days passed.

It all felt like a strange blur. You wondered around the abandoned house the villains called their hideout for the time being. You spent hours watching the news that Shigaraki constantly played. Despite being the daughter of the Japan’s #1 hero, there wasn’t a single report of your disappearance. You were confused.

“They’re probably keeping the investigation quiet. Y’know, so we don’t see them coming.” Dabi told you one day as you sat on the old dusty couch and watched. You watched helplessly as the group came and went, always having someone stay behind to ‘babysit’ as Mr. Compress referred to it.

You were allowed to wander around the old abandoned building the villains called their hideout. At first, you thought it was a house but now you realized it was an old office building. The villains mostly stayed in a specific part where they were made comfortable. It appeared that only a certain part of the building had power. Everywhere else was dark and cold and uncomfortable.

“Yeesh, you stick!-Take a bath!” Twice shouted at you one day. You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest and stuck your hands under your arms.

“Speak for yourself! Not my fault you guys didn’t exactly grab me a change of clothes, or let me piss alone much less shower!” You shouted in frustration. It all seemed to dawn on them at once, maybe they hadn’t exactly thought this through all the way.

“Y’know what? You’re right! I’ll be right back!” Toga declared with a smile.

“Where are you going?” Shigaraki asked as he watched her head for the door.

“It’s a surprise!” She closed the door behind her and the room fell silent. Spinner soon approached only to recoil in disgust.

“Twice is right, you do stink.” He grunted.

“Thanks…” You grumbled.

“Here take this and go wash off.” He held out a raggedy towel. You were directed to a bathroom with a makeshift shower in it and told to wash off before the bathroom door closed. The water was horribly cold.

You stood under it and let the water wash over your naked body. Man, you really were dirty. The cold water soon became warmer and you lost yourself in the feeling of it. You closed your eyes and melted. Soon, the feeling of tears running down your cheeks mixed in with the sensation of your wet hair tickling the back of your neck. You crouched down and held your knees to your chest as you began to sob uncontrollably. You couldn’t stop it, the pain in your chest flowed out through your lips are you cried. You held yourself tight, your fingers digging into your legs. The pain was so intense, and your thoughts so muddied, you could see yourself sitting there, just crying. Objectively, you watched yourself and criticized.

This was all your fault, your mother and father are worried sick about you. All because you pushed yourself too hard and couldn’t fight back. You’re a mess. You deserve this. You’ll die here, they’ll kill you before you can see your parents again. You’re worthless. You can’t even protect yourself.

These thoughts only made the pain more intense, it made it worse. You sobs grew louder and louder and the pain grew and grew. It got to the point where you felt unable to control yourself. You began lashing out, hitting your own head, and scratching your legs. Then another thought emerged.

This wasn’t your fault. If it weren’t for him. If it weren’t for your father and his stupid fucking hero work, you’d be home right now. You’d be safe and sound and unbothered by this hero/villain mess. He didn’t even want you to come to Japan, so why were you here? He doesn’t even want you. And your mother, she’s the one that sent you. This was her idea. This was her fault too. Anger fed the pain in your chest and it ached. The attack on your mind and body ragged on, until you heard a knock on the door.

You felt unable to move, unable to stop. You cursed yourself again. They could hear you, couldn’t they? They could hear you crying. You expected someone to yell, but there wasn’t a voice. The door slowly opened and shut. The curtain was slowly drawn back and two eyes looked down at you. You shook violently as you looked up. Suddenly you became very aware that you were naked.

“Why are you crying?” Toga asked as she knelt down to get closer to you. You couldn’t respond. “What’s wrong? We’re not going to hurt you, I promise. Hey, don’t cry, it’s alright. Look, I brought you some new clothes.” She reached out a hand and rubbed your naked back.

“I-I-I’m sorry.” You croaked.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she reassured, “you’re safe here, no one is going to hurt you. And if anyone does, you come to me, alright?”

“O-Okay.”

“Are you done washing off?” You shook your head no. “Okay well finish up and try these on. I think you’ll like it.” She set the new clothes on the bathroom counter before leaving you. You sniffled and struggled to stand, but you managed. You took deep breathes and tried to soothe yourself. You felt drained and empty now, if not a little bit better. You stepped out and looked at the clothes on the counter. They were soft and comfortable, how did she guess the right size of underwear but the wrong size shirt and pants? They were just a little big, they fit fine where it mattered, but just a little baggy everywhere else. Definitely not something you’d pick out for yourself, but it would do for now.

You brushed through your wet hair with your fingers and stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment. Your eyes were red and puffy, your face flushed. It made your heart race to know that everyone was well aware you were crying. You opened the door and everyone turned to look at you again. Oh god. Toga pulled herself away from what looked like a chat with Shigaraki.

“Damn! One size off! I knew it!” Toga shouted as she approached you to examine the clothes on you.

“They’re fine, really.” You mumbled to her as she pulled on the pants at the band.

“Are they comfortable at least?” She asked folding her arms over her chest.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Oh don’t mention it! Next time I’ll have to take you shopping with me!” She smiled. Next time? Take you? You stared blankly at her. She pulled you with her to sit on the couch and watch more of the news.

“You know. Now that I think about it. I don’t think he wants it out that I exist.” You thought out loud.

“What do you mean?” Toga asked. You turned to her with a blank face.

“Its always been a secret. I could never talk about my dad, even when I was little. Everyone assumed I just didn’t have a dad. Even when we came to visit when I was younger, no one knew I was his daughter. If the public asked, I was his niece. They always told me it was for my own safety. I get that now.” You chuckled to yourself. “But that’s probably why there’s no report on my disappearance. No one can know. I’m just a dirty little secret.”

“Xavier! Over here!”

Your mother called as she stood partially outside a taxi. Xavier, your “boyfriend” waved back to your mother as she dragged along his luggage.

“Ms. Y/L/N! I’m sorry I’m late! The flight was delayed, I came as soon as you called.” Xavier was a clean-cut, academic genius. He wore slacks and a button-up on a daily basis. He was incredibly smart with several degrees by his early twenties and already on his way to becoming a very successful lawyer. He was handsome, conventionally so. He was handsome, smart, thoughtful, and generous. He was everything your mother wanted for you.

But that was it, he was a gift from your mother you took reluctantly. She knew his father from work, it was all set up. You had been together for roughly a year now. You liked him enough to date to try and love even. He was nice and even fun at times. But you were lying every time you told him you loved him. You had been meaning to break it off for some time now, but you were unsure. You feared disappointing your mother, again. You were afraid to hurt him. You thought your trip to Japan would allow you to clear your mind and think about things before making a decision.

Your mother brought him back to your father. Who was far too busy worrying about you to really care to give Xavier the time of day. Xavier had a very specific quirk, one that came in handy in the legal field. He could tell whether or not someone was lying just by making eye contact with someone. He was now going to be a key player in getting you back. He, like your mother and father, was not going to rest until he had you back. You can be sure of that.

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 4 years

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summary: Peter Parker and Y/N Stark hadn’t had a fight for a long time if we are being honest, but when Quentin Beck appears again and fucks everything up by escaping, it isn’t pretty. Y/N feels like she can’t handle or maintain Tony’s legacy, while Peter is afraid of Y/N behaviors and wants to make it better because he loves her so much. And so, what better thing than to pull off a move from movies in the 80’s?

word count: 6.1k

author’s note: I finally have time to write with the quarantine, which is a great plus. This has help me so much to deal with my feelings and i’m so happy to write again. I’ll be updating Back to you sooner than you think, I just hit a bump. but basically I’m trying that my blurbs match with the series. Let me know what you think of this blurb!

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“How could you let him go away!” you yelled as both of you entered Stark Tower. “You know what it meant for us to catch him? Do I need to remind you what he has done?”

You hadn’t felt this frustrated or annoyed in a long time and the pain in your arm wasn’t making it any better. In fact, as you finally stepped down on the floor you could feel the ache in your whole body.

“I was saving you!” Peter shouted back as he gave a flip and entered the penthouse were Bruce was already waiting for you with a whole medical team behind him. “Why are you so mad!?”

Your suit began dematerializing as you gave two steps forward and finally reached the stretcher, a sigh of content left your lips while your body was buzzing with pain. But still, you couldn’t stop thinking about that egocentric maniac running away and especially on Peter’s watch. You had him and he let him go.

“Please, sedate her and let’s go quickly to the medical wing, we need some x-rays for that arm and her chest”, Bruce yelled as the male nurse placed the IV in your hand and you winced.

“No, I don’t want to be sedated. I can handle it”, you protested as hard as you could while glaring at him and Peter who was just behind him.

“Y/N, don’t start”, Bruce and Peter said at the same time.

“Bruce, a whole wall fell above her, I tried to get her as quickly as I could but she cou-” Peter tried to speak, his voice was anxious and as he took off the mask you could see he had shed a few tears.

It broke your heart.

But for some reason, you couldn’t forgive Peter at the moment, you couldn’t, the rage was still boiling your blood as your mind rewind the words that Mysterio had said to you before be pushed a whole damn wall above you.

“I am okay, you let him go because of nothing Peter, I can save myself”, you snapped, but between the medical staff, you felt like your voice was getting lost or maybe it was because it was getting harder to breathe.

Quickly, another nurse placed an oxygen mask on your face, you needed it since you were getting out of breath and closed your eyes in relief, leaving you without any other word you wanted to let Peter know.

“I know you did your best Peter, it’s okay I don’t think she could have a compression fracture but we are going to confirm it” Bruce stated, as he followed the stretcher, they needed to carry you to the medical wing as fast as they could.

Peter was left behind on the penthouse, in his suit with his mask on his hand, alone.

Peter and you, usually you never fought. It had to be about very big deals or you could fuss about stupid things that would be forgotten after an hour but he felt like this one was different. Since he had become a part of the Avengers, a part of your world he knew right away that he would do anything on his hands to protect you, he knew it from the moment he saw you that whatever happened he was going to choose you over anyone. Last year, with everything that had happened with the snap, with Mysterio, with Thanos, with Tony…

Before Peter knew it, the floor was shaking and there was his fist, inside the wall of the penthouse, his breathing shaky as he felt the sand falling down his hand as tears began spilling down his face, he was so scared that he was going to lose you again.

…

“So, what happened after that?”, an old Steve asked as you sat down in the conference room of the compound, you huffed as your heart squeezed while you tried to remember every little word that Beck had told you.

It had been a week since the attack, you had been let out of the medical wing two nights ago by Bruce, although he and Pepper weren’t really excited about it. Turns out that you had almost had a compressed fracture which had you worried since the nanotech usually could withstand anything but as you realized while you were examining the history data of your suit, the nanobots had been seriously damaged before the wall fell thanks to the bullets, which made your resentment grow.

But also, this week you hadn’t been talking to Peter.

He had gone to the tower and tried to visit multiple times, but you had refused to talk to him, you were avoiding him at all costs until now. Debriefs could be fun, but at the moment you couldn’t hate it more, it was draining to remember again the fight with Mysterio. But somehow, you felt better that you had time before debriefing, turns out that almost having a compressed fracture was serious, who knew? Bruce wanted to leave you for a few more days but you were done with it, so instead, you negotiated with him daily sessions for two weeks of breathing therapy and a cast on your left arm for two weeks as well.

You had been handling as best as you could, it had been actually a while since you had injuries like this. They were provoked by Mysterio as well but the last time, last time he hadn’t use his tricks, mostly the illusions he had used were for hiding, but this was a mental game for him, he wanted to break you and as you felt unable to see Peter while you sat there, you thought that he might.

…

“Peter, go right!”, you yelled on your com as you flew towards Mysterio with all the force that you could, H.A.P.P.Y was calculating what was the best way to attack him but as soon as you fire your repulsor, he wasn’t in front of you anymore, the shot just hit another wall of the empty building where you guys had found his new layer.

You watched in disbelief as you turned around and tried to look for him, but no, he wasn’t there and nor was Peter.

You were alone.

“I mean, I thought you were better than that Y/N…”

You felt Beck’s whisper behind your shoulder and cold creeps climbed on your back, you reacted as soon as you could by firing the repulsor again as you turned around, but Beck wasn’t there it was Peter. You could see how his body flew and hit one of the columns of the warehouse, you winced as his body crashed onto the floor, you could hear the groaning in the com.

“Peter!”, you yelled to see if he was okay as you flew towards where he was laying down.

“Y/N, shit…” Peter whispered as he touched his torso where you had fire him, you knew that his suit was built to withstand your repulsors because Tony knew that if that someone stole that technology, they could seriously harm you or Peter, or anyone of the team for that matter.

“I’m coming, just hang on babe”, you mumbled but before you could touch Peter something hit you on your side and you flew away hitting the floor with full blunt force, the sound of the gun leaving you dizzy.

You groaned as you look up and saw Mysterio chuckling to himself while being surrounded by new drones, drones that were different from the ones being controlled by E.D.I.T.H., they seemed bigger and as H.A.P.P.Y scanned them, you realized they were far more lethal.

“Mrs. Stark, they are equipped with a M156A4, they are highly potent. You should avoid them at all costs”, H.A.P.P.Y. said as the screen analyzed their position and how could you get rid of them.

“Thought me and dad had made these suits bulletproof, H.A.P.P.Y”, you grumbled as you stood up ready to get rid of Beck and his fishbowl ass. “Heard that, Peter?”

“Yeah, I know, I know”, Peter replied as he stood up from the floor, his stand ready to attack Mysterio.

“I had missed seeing you on the floor, being unable to defeat me”, he said smugly, “What would the great Tony Stark think if he could see you right now?” Mysterio laughed.

Something squeezed in your heart as soon as you heard your father’s name, you felt like your whole body was buzzing with rage, you couldn’t hear H.A.P.P.Y’s recommendations, you couldn’t hear what else he was gloating about, you could only hear your heartbeat and how you wanted to blow that fishbowl from his face.

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about my dad”

One blow.

Two blows.

One drone down.

Three blows.

Peter’s web.

Another drone down.

Peter crashed down one, another drone down.

Four, five blows.

Another one down.

“Keep going Y/N”, Peter yelled as he wrapped another drone with his webs and pulled it down, making it crash against the floor.

You kept firing, blow after blow, getting closer to Mysterio who was now forming a fist with his hand as he saw how close you were and how Peter was taking down drones by the minute, avoiding bullets as fast as he could.

“Mrs. Stark, avoid the bullets”, H.A.P.P.Y repeated over the com but this was working, a stable position, facing the bullets if they managed to touch you, although you were avoiding them as best as you could.

None had hit you at the moment, some had to graze you and you were sure you were going to get bruises but at this point, the adrenaline was too high to stop you, you were so close to him, both of you were. You saw how Peter began recognizing drones that had the holographic technology, you smirked as your sight came back at Mysterio. It was over for him after so long you were going to finally catch him.

But as you fired one more, towards Beck, everything turned black.

You felt your breathing stop for a second as you tried your best not to panic. You knew how to handle yourself in these situations, you had talked with Peter to face them, you knew it was a lie.

“H.A.P.P.Y, where are the drones?”, you asked as you waited for your AI to answer you, to show you the heat prints to attack but there was no answer.

Instead, you heard that spine-chilling laugh of Beck, it erased any other sound, you could hardly hear your heart that was beating erratically in your chest. It was one of his games, one of his illusions. He wanted to play with your head and somehow the panic on your chest announced that you weren’t winning.

“You are quite an interesting girl, Y/N”, you heard his voice, muffled as you tried to follow it the best. But it was coming from everywhere, it was coming from the darkness, it was coming for you. “Such a hard exterior, for what? I can see right through you; you are just an afraid child”

Before you knew it, you were there. The compound was destroyed again, the debris surrounded you, the sky was grey and there was an ominous tension in the air. You began breathing faster as you turned around and saw Thor, Steve, and Tony, glaring at you…at you? No, there was no way because at that moment you were behind them looking for Clint, your dad had asked you to go and get him as soon as he had seen Thanos. And so, you felt it, behind you, The Mad Titan, watching you with a sneer but such hatred in his eyes.

“Are you afraid, Y/N?”, Beck whispered over your shoulder and you turned around and tried to hit him but there was no one, the hologram 3D-view dissipated for a second letting you see that you had hit a wall. “Do you want your father back?”

“Stop your games, I’m not afraid of you Beck”, you growled as you turned around to see if there was any sign of Peter.

A moment of silence, dead silence as you felt The Mad Titan behind you while you tried to keep your eyes on your father figures, on the people you loved.

“You are not enough, you were never enough for your father, not for the world”, Beck pondered as you felt your muscles freeze when you heard him. “You were supposed to be the next Iron Man, but guess who they liked more?”

You knew you had to deal with is before, after Tony didn’t make it, it was the question everyone was wondering and your heart broke because it hadn’t changed on the past year, the weight on your shoulders was increasing.

“I’m not afraid”, you repeated, but this time it seemed like it was more for yourself.

“Oh, but you should be…”

It was all you heard before you were being pushed and pulled by an army of outrides, you were in the middle of the field again, they wanted to eat you and so you felt the first bullet on your back, you fell on the floor as more and more outrides came for you. Another bullet, to your shoulder and you felt like you couldn’t breathe, you felt like you were choking.

It was overwhelming, you knew it wasn’t real but it felt like too much.

You yelled with all the force that you had and stood up, you didn’t care anymore about the army outrides that surrounded you or the pain on your chest and shoulder, you needed to fight. You fired the repulsors with all the energy that your suit could give and turned around trying to hit anything you could.

You saw how the energy broke the 3D-vision model, crumbling and drones falling, it somehow calmed you as you saw the building again and the vision of that day began failing.

“It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real”, you repeated to yourself, as you finished to turn.

“Oh, but it was real Y/N”, Beck said as he appeared in front of you.

Your brows bumped together to see how relaxed he was as he smirked, you felt tears falling down your eyes and you stayed frozen at the same place because you didn’t know if it was another trick. Then, Beck fell face-first on the floor and you smirked: He was real, he was there and Peter was kicking his ass. It was it, it was what you had been waiting for, for a year you had wanted to kick Mysterio’s ass.

As you began to walk towards them, you heard a growl coming from behind you, on the left side and as you turned around you saw the crack that you had provoked with your repulsors and then the wall was shaking, shaking towards you. You tried to give a step o even two, you couldn’t remember anything but the growl and then dust, clouds of dust that didn’t let you see farther than your right hand.

And the screaming, you didn’t realize that the cries of pains came from you for a few seconds, as the dust settled you tried to calm yourself and tried to get up, you really tried but the wall was way too strong or maybe you were too weak. Your breathing was heavy and you knew you could lift it, you had done things so much more difficult but at the time you only managed to bend your knees and with all the force you had and place your right hand to withstand the force. You couldn’t see Peter but at the moment you were hoping he was webbing Beck and then coming from you, you needed a little help if you were being honest.

Before you knew it, you saw the black and red suit and you sighed in relief.

But not for long, because as soon as you got out of under the wall and asked where Beck was, Peter muttered that he had to let him go.

…

“I fell in one of his visions”, you said as you swallowed hard and tried to hold back any emotion. “He just reminded me how…how I haven’t been able to make dad proud”

Everyone in the room froze as you mentioned Tony, it had been a while since you had wanted to talk to them about him. You had been pretty reserved after Tony passed away, Pepper and Peter being the only ones who actually knew how you had been feeling after everything with Thanos because it hadn’t been easy. It had never been easy. For some wild reason, you felt guilty that you hadn’t done the same kind of grieve that you had done when Peter died in the snap, but you felt like now being older you had to hold yourself together better. But deep down you were still avoiding them and you had, once again, build these large walls so no one could come in.

Peter could see the tears threatening to fall from your eyes and he wanted to hold you so bad, he wanted to sleep with you again and tell you that everything was going to be fine, that you didn’t need to worry about being the next Ironman but just Y/N Stark. Peter had been the only one trying to crash those walls down and he had been succeeding the last few months but when Mysterio came back, it just reinforced them as Peter identified your feelings on Tony passing away. Now it seemed that for you, catching Mysterio was somehow the only way you could deal with your dad’s death.

But before he could move, he felt like you were going to do so first.

And you did.

“Then, a wall fell over me”, you announced as you stood up from the conference table and walked towards the exit. “Uncle Steve, may I leave? I’m not feeling well”

You knew it was childish, your behavior should be better because it was your responsibility to control your emotions, this was one of the first things Nat had taught you when you began training and it annoyed you to your core that you weren’t able to manage them currently being 22 years old. Therefore, you knew you couldn’t storm off like a crazy teenager, you knew better than that and so you decided to get out of the situation in the politest way as possible.

Steve didn’t have much left to say, he didn’t want to bother you anymore and especially with Tony, it was hard for all of them.

“Go ahead, kid”

It was the only thing you heard before the door opened and you walked through the hallways of the compound. It had been rebuilt and so, you could get kind of lost because it wasn’t the same as before, it was, in fact, smaller than before since you had lost half of the initial team and were on the way of rebuilding it. Tony would’ve wanted that, so you gave it a go as soon as Steve and Sam asked you if you were okay with it since now it was your real estate.

You were so lost in your train of thought that you barely stood in a fighting position when Peter grabbed your wrist.

“What the hell Peter, you scared me!”, you yelled as you turned around to see a bleak Peter Parker, your heart squeezed in your chest as you saw him because deep down you knew it wasn’t fair. You sighed, “I’m sorry, what do you want to talk about?”

Peter breathe deeply, his jaw tightened as his eyes were glued to yours.

“I want to talk about how my girlfriend has been avoiding me for a week, how you haven’t let me see you even though you were in a bad condition, how you are running away from me, again”, Peter fumed as you remained silent. “It’s not fair Y/N, for me or you, it’s not fair what you are doing”

And he was right, he was right.

But you were feeling this anger towards him for letting Mysterio go, for letting the only way you felt that you could compensate your dad after what had happened once he died.

“Excuse me? Do you know what’s not fair? It’s not fair that we’ve been chasing Mysterio for a whole year and trying to clean his mess and when we are about to catch him, you are not capable of at least webbing him enough before going for me?”, you scoffed and you knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.

Peter’s eyes began squeezing a bit and how his lips pursed when he heard you.

“I did, I fucking did Y/N! But you wanted me to maybe risk that you could be seriously hurt or dead because you wanted to catch him? I know what he did to you, I’ve been through it and you know it more than anyone but I’m not going to say sorry for saving you, I’m not going to be sorry for that because it’s what everyone has taught me since we became avengers, what Tony told me all the time, you are my mission”, Peter finished, his eyes watery while he exhaled noisily through his pursed lips.

You felt your eyes filling with tears but you fought them trying to keep them in as your face turned into a scowl.

This was it, this was the anger because right now you needed him to understand that you had stopped being the mission, you were the one in charge now, you were the one that people would turn to see if the avengers were doing the right thing. You felt like Peter didn’t understand the burden you carried all the time.

“You don’t get it. I live in his fucking nightmare, there’s not a night or a day that I don’t think about my dad or how after all that Mysterio did risk our life’s when he trashed you and me while he pretended to be dead. How he almost managed to let you become a criminal and me an accomplice, how he damaged my father’s reputation, his legacy!”, you yelled without realizing your voice was so high.

“You are his legacy Y/N, when are you going to understand it that you are every day doing what Tony taught you, that you are succeeding in being the best daughter you can!”, Peter yelled back at you as he tried to come closer to you but you step away.

“I’m not succeeding Peter, if I was anything like my dad, I would’ve caught Beck since day one. He wouldn’t have done what he did to us and look at us now!”, you responded as tears began streaming down your face, as Peter watched in horror.

“I don’t care if I’m your mission, Peter! I can’t be the mission anymore; I have to be the leader and not the girl everyone has to take care of. I refuse to let you overprotect me and confined me to be the failure of a daughter that Tony has at this moment”, you finally muttered as you turned your back on Peter and continued walking.

Peter’s heart broke as he heard your words and he wanted to stop you so bad but he knew better than to do that. The thing was that Peter was afraid as well about your behavior, for him you were his world. Even after he came back and you were much older than him, he still saw you as that seventeen-year-old girl he saw in her lab building her suit and although Peter wanted with all his heart to let go of you and let you be who you were now, it was still hard for him because sometimes he felt like he missed so much of your growth that he might not know how to act or who you were. You had been trying to work it out as a couple, you were but sometimes it was tricky because of the life arenas you were in, both of you were in college but on different stages. And so, a year had passed and Peter hadn’t left that fear behind, enter how paranoiac and afraid he had been in the last week that you had decided not to talk to him.

He sighed as he returned towards the conference room, feeling defeated as he scratched his head trying to figure out what he could do to make you feel better. There were many ideas, so many ideas but they didn’t seem to be good enough. Peter did a mental list on what ideas he could do but they weren’t good enough:

• Movie night: No, because to see a movie you had to agree first and Peter felt like you weren’t in the mood.

• Fancy dinner date? No, because last few weeks you had wanted to stay home, plus the paparazzi could come for both of you and at the moment there was nothing worse than being seen in a public setting.

• Go to a pub or a club? No, neither you or Peter drank unless it was in a very private setting and like you wouldn’t be even able to talk about it.

• Go upstate with Morgan and Pepper? Ok, maybe but it would just be worse if you were not feeling it and Pepper would force you to share all these feelings and ugh. It wasn’t looking good.

Until something popped into Peter’s mind and he smirked.

…

As you arrived at your room you simply flopped into the bed, your eyes were stinging and you felt like you wanted to sleep a million years. The crying had stopped as soon as you arrived at Stark Tower but it hadn’t through the whole drive over there, thankfully Pepper took Morgan on the weekends to the cabin Upstate; after Tony died, Pepper had thought long and hard what they should do and at the moment the easier thing for her as CEO of Stark Industries and living in Stark Tower was going to help her but both of you decided it was the best to keep the cabin since it was Morgan’s home and so, all the weekends you tried to go. But at this moment, you wanted to be alone.

“Mrs. Stark”, H.A.P.P.Y announced while you groaned, “Mrs. Potts is calling and Mr. Roger, Mr. Barnes, and Mr. Banner have been calling as well”

You frowned.

“No Peter?”, you asked as you rolled onto your back.

“No, would you like me to call him?”, H.A.P.P.Y asked but you knew it wasn’t the time. “He has been leaving quite a lot of messages but nothing since you came back from the compound”

You sit on your bed as you thought.

You had learned, after the snap, that you had to make the situation better by yourself, at the end of the day it was your responsibility to make your life better and no one else was going to change it for you. To do so, you had to be alone and gather your thoughts, figure out what was your next move as if you were on a fight; like what Nat and Steve had taught you.

“I don’t want to contact Peter yet, H.A.P.P.Y”, you said as you stood up from your bed and tied your hair into a ponytail while you ran to the elevator. “Please, tell Pepper and everyone that I’m in my lab. They’ll know I’m okay”

“As you say so, Mrs. Stark”, H.A.P.P.Y addressed before you got out of the elevator into the lab floors.

Working on your suit it was almost as mediating for you, it was just you and the technology with H.A.P.P.Y. helping you from time to time. It was one of your favorite places on the world, it was your place, you had another lab in the compound that was much bigger and had more things than the one in Stark Tower, but this one was your first, it seemed like a safe place. Usually, you liked to be left alone but a lot of people could join in and make things better, Tony was -obviously- the first one, sometimes he would miss flights or meetings to be with you in the lab working on whatever thing you had in mind. Bruce join later once you met him and you felt like he had a similar feeling of meditation once he was in his zone, you talked a bit but it was much more silence than when Tony came in. Finally, when Peter came into the lab with you, it was like everything made sense, you were in sync all the time and you didn’t have to talk a lot to know what the other wanted, it was one of your favorite things in the world.

You sat down in your chair as you took off the necklace and press the pendant that hanged from it and your suit materialized in front of the table, you examined it to see how Mysterio had actually damaged it.

“H.A.P.P.Y, give me a full review on what the hell happened to my suit last time, okay?”, you said as you watched how the information began appearing in a hologram version in front of you.

You didn’t exactly know how many hours you lasted in there, fixing your suit, calibrating it, coding the new program to identify Mysterio’s holograms.

But at the end of the day you knew three things:

The first thing you found out was the incredible burden and guilt you felt because of Tony’s death; there was no other way to put it because it was too much. In a few months it was going to be a year of his death and you wanted so bad to let him go but you couldn’t, hence the second thing. The thought of not making him proud, of not standing by his legacy made you feel like someone had to stab you on your chest. It was barely impossible for you to let go of your dad without fixing the mess you had done in his absence. Deep down you knew that it wasn’t all your fault, you didn’t create Mysterio but you hadn’t shown all the abilities that you had learned from Tony to stop him, that Mysterio had won was as if someone had kicked you in the chest and stomach and left you without the possibility to breath. And so, you realized you were more upset towards yourself than you were with Mysterio or anyone else. The third thing you figure out was that you were being an asshole to Peter Parker and it broke your heart.

Deep down, you knew how insecure Peter felt after he had come back from the snap and how it had been kind of tricky to navigate your relationship being in different stages of life. You had grown so much in the time that he wasn’t here, but it didn’t mean you stopped loving him or that your relationship didn’t felt as easy and loving as it did, it only meant there were more things that you had to overcome. But the way you were acting wasn’t mature and could give Peter a wrong impression of your feelings and it made you want to hurl the more you thought about it. Peter didn’t deserve it, after everything he had gone through he didn’t need this over his head and the more you thought about it, you just wanted to hold Peter so close to you and pulled him into a kiss, the urge grew so much more than as you were coding you simply stood up from your lab and ran towards your room to pick your phone and call him.

“H.A.P.P.Y, call Peter, I’ll answer in my room”, you ordered the AI as you entered the elevator, your feet moving anxiously.

It wasn’t fair, it was a mess how you had been acting and he didn’t deserve it.

The doors opened and you ran through the apartment, thinking what you were going to say to him, trying to figure out if you should just drive to Queens or take an old suit and fly there. Maybe you could get a pizza and convince him to watch a movie with you, or maybe a fancy dinner date and he would appreciate it because he knew how much you didn’t want to go to a public place, or maybe even go to a club? But…

Your thoughts quickly faded away as you opened the door to your room.

The windows that reached the ceiling and the floor were letting you see a beautiful view of Midtown Manhattan, the lights were so bright that they gave your room a certain glow while your room was dark, but most importantly Peter was hanging by a threat upside down while holding a very very very old boombox in his hands that was loudly playing Can’t help falling in love with you, he was dressed as Spiderman but his mask was off and you couldn’t help to smile as soon as you saw him.

It was a no-brainer for you that Peter was the love of your life, there was no denying that you were unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Peter Parker.

You ran towards the window and jumped in the bed trying to quickly open the window that Peter’s face was in front of. His smile was so lighthearted and his eyes were glowing with this happiness you usually saw when both of you were together. On the other hand, Peter’s heart was thumping so loud for him, he wanted to make it right and this was the cheesiest way he thought he could but this was different than any other fought you had and he just wanted you to realize that this wasn’t about Spiderman or Mysterio or the Avengers; this was about you and him, as girlfriend and boyfriend, as partners, as soulmates.

“I’m sorry about this week, it wasn’t fair and you were right to do what you did”, you whispered as you poke your head out through the windows and your eyes were glued to his.

Peter nodded

“I’m sorry that I didn’t understand better what you are going through”, Peter answered, his eyes full with regret but with the earnest smile you had seen him give to you.

But you shook your head.

“No Peter, you shouldn’t know and I should’ve told you”, a few tears escaped your eyes and Peter quickly glued the boombox to the outside window with his webs as he wiped the tears from your face.

Both of you remained quiet and still for a second, looking at each other and listening, the song finally changed to Make you feel my love and you smiled.

Peter felt like his heart was going to explode as he saw you.

“You know you are the love of my life, right?”, you muttered as you began playing with his chocolate curls.

He smiled as he heard your heart beating in your chest, he was so happy to see that smile again, to hear you saying those words.

“Really? I couldn’t te-”

Peter managed to mumble before you pulled him into a passionate kiss, your lips crashing with passion as your mouths moved in sync, you whimpered into the kiss because of how strong it was and Peter felt a growl in his throat as you pulled his hair a little bit, just the way he liked it. You tasted like heaven, while he tasted like all your favorite things in the world.

You finally pulled apart and placed your forehead against his, both of you smiling, both of you finally calmed down.

“So, you want to come in?”, you whispered and Peter’s cheeks turned crimson red as he figured out what you suggested.

But he shook his head.

“I was actually wondering if you wanted to give a ride with me?”, Peter suggested with a smirk.

Cut to both of you navigating Manhattan, hanging on to Peter’s web and yelling as you jumped from building to building, watching the city.

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