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DadDecember 2023 Event Announcement
Welcome to DadDecember 2023!
While this is technically our second year running, we’ve changed purposes a little bit from last year. Last year we were very centric on MHA with DFODecember but this year we are instead multifandom to welcome in everyone!
So, with no further ado, everyone who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone joining this year, welcome in! We cannot wait to see what you create.
Please make sure to read this post carefully, as many questions have been answered here already. We have also answered all the questions that were submitted through our anon voting form already. If you don’t find what you are looking for there, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here. The mod team will get back to you as soon as possible.
This year’s AO3 Collection → HERE
Before we get more into the rules, I’d like to give a special thanks to everyone who submitted a prompt through our discord server back in September and all 85 of you who voted on the prompts these past few weeks.
Event Info & Rules
DadDecember is an annual prompt month featuring platonic father and child relationships. We have a collection of prompts for each day meant to inspire works to be created.
*Due to the nature of this event being platonic, do not submit father/child incestual content. That is not the point of this event. This event is strictly platonic. Thank you for understanding.
There are 62 prompts this year with 10 alternative prompts. Each day has two prompts, one situational/trope prompt and one dialogue prompt. You do not need to use both. While we do encourage you to mix and match prompts with different days to fit your specific WIP, we do ask that you tag the prompt you used, not just the day.
This is a prompt month meant to inspire works, so please don’t take any of the prompts too seriously! If you want to get silly with it or really angsty, that’s up to you! How much of the prompt you use and how you use it is all up to you! If you think it fits the prompt, then it does. There is no gatekeeping in DadDecember.
It’s up to the creator how much they want to produce or what media form they want to create in! Anything and everything counts (and if you’re really unsure, you can always ask!). The idea of the event is to create, no matter in the manner you do so.
As far as “how much do I need to do in order for it to count?” – Well, that’s up to you! All participants, regardless of how many works they put out, will be recognized for their efforts! A google form will be sent out after December ends in which you will be able to say how many works you completed. Works do not need to be published in any way shape or form to count. Participants will be ranked by completion in a tumblr post after the form closes and a custom role will be available for completionists in our discord server.
Should you wish to upload some of your DadDec content to Tumblr, use these tags:
Required tags:
#daddecember
#daddecember2023
#sfw or #nsfw
Optional Tags (but appreciated if used)
#DadDec No.1, #DadDec No.2, #DadDec No.3, ect.
#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)
#teeth, #gore tw, #etc …..(trigger warnings and content warnings. Add “tw” or “cw” AFTER the trigger/content warning )
For the sfw/nsfw tag, please use your best judgment. A Mature or Explicit rating (for anything except gore) should be marked as nsfw.
Reblogging Policies:
Due to the nature of the blog and for the safety of all fellow participants, nsfw posts will not be reblogged. - These works are still very much welcome in the AO3 collection.
You MUST tag @daddecember if you wish for your work to be reblogged
If you notice your work has not been reblogged (+ you tagged us) and it has been 2+ days, please send us an ask! It is likely that tumblr ate the notification.
Frequently Asked Questions
Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?
Participate as much as you would like! Whether you can get out one piece between now and the end of December or 45, we are here to encourage you all along the way!
Q. Can I post early/late?
Yes, you can post whenever you want. Due to time constraints, we may not reblog posts outside of December (pinging @Mod Addri via discord will always get you reblogged, though, so you can always try that ;) ).
Q. Can I combine DadDecember with other creation challenges?
Yes, as long as the other challenges allow it as well. Please reference their rules.
Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?
Yes.
Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?
Yes, but it only will count once for your total completion number (unless combined with a different unused prompt).
Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s?
Yes, you can post WIPs. Snippets or other forms of WIPs are completely fine and will still count for completion! As long as you started it, feel free to count it!
Q. Is collaborating allowed?
Absolutely, we even encourage it! Collaborations can be an amazing way to get full completion status (especially if you’re competitive) without as much work! It would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you.
Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?
No limit and combine as many as you’d like.
Q. Can I start working on the prompts before December?
Absolutely! That’s why we post the prompts a little over a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start creating early!
Q. Do I have to use your required tags?
If you want your work reblogged, yes.
Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?
Yes
Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).
Best of luck,
Mod Addri
Also: A special thanks to @eliserael for creating the prompt images!
Written out Prompt List:
Day 1: Reverse Adoption | "I trusted you."
Day 2: Snowed In | "I thought I would never see you again"
Day 3: Snuggling | "Midnight fast food run?"
Day 4: Forehead Kiss | "I'm going to kill you"
Day 5: Little Things | "And what about rocks in snowballs?"
Day 6: Prison Visit | "There's no gift better than revenge"
Day 7: Blizzard | "I won--- WOAH!"
Day 8: Holiday Reunion | "Is it supposed to tilt?"
Day 9: Abandonment | "You've never wrapped a present before, have you?"
Day 10: Emergency Room Trip | "Say goodbye now."
Day 11: Patricide | "It's alright to be afraid"
Day 12: Hero & Villain | "Oh, I thought presents weren't a thing."
Day 13: Vault | "Close your eyes"
Day 14: Tucking Into Bed | "Would you hold my hand?"
Day 15: Late Nights | "Why didn't you tell me?"
Day 16: Decorating Gone Wrong | "You remembered?"
Day 17: Secret Santa | "I swear if you fail---"
Day 18: Meet the Parents | "Don't do that again"
Day 19: Parent-Teacher Conference | "Who are you?"
Day 20: Warm Drink | "Is Santa actually real?"
Day 21: Home Alone | "Breath in an--- breath out"
Day 22: Overseas | "I don't think that's how snow angels work."
Day 23: Adoption | "Did you put in sugar or salt?"
Day 24: Glitter Overload | "You made bricks, not gingerbread"
Day 25: Holidays | "My snow castle is bigger than yours!"
Day 26: Disappearance | "Do you have any idea how much paper this thing took?"
Day 27: Snow Angels | "Let me sing you a lullaby"
Day 28: Burnout | "You hurt me, you know?"
Day 29: Injury | "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this?"
Day 30: Parentage Reveal | "I love you"
Day 31: A New Year | "Would you rather…"
Alternative Prompts:
"I'm not a fan of pain"
Early Mornings
"It wasn't my fault"
In My Time of Need
"This is what I call a surprise!"
A Scooby-Doo Worthy Mystery
"Could I have some flowers?"
A League of Their Own
"Liar, liar, LIAR"
Family Murder
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Heres my first entry for @daddecember !! It's for prompt one - reverse adoption
#daddecember#daddecember2023#sfw#mha#bnha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#izuku midoriya#toshinori yagi#midoriya izuku#yagi toshinori#dadmight#all might#mha midoriya#mha izuku#mha yagi#mha toshinori#bnha toshinori yagi#mha fan fiction#mha fanfiction#this was supposed to be done so much earlier#dogwaterwrites
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The kettle screams as Yagi hummed, the warm pan of easy to eat food filling his safehouse with welcome fragrance. With gentle hands he lifts the weighty kettle and pours a pot of his preferred Matcha tea.
He gently sets down his set, the steam rising from his tea pet as he sits alone. Papers litter the table and walls as he pieces together yet another Attack. The Mysterious Athos always did love to cause his own Danger.
His eyes flicker as he notes another pattern, one possibly crucial.
Tap tap tap
His head jerks up, his hand grabbing the knife in his couch. The steps are almost light and imperceptible, for a Civilian. But Toshinori Yagi was not a Civilian. His lips strain as he dashes to grab his helmet.
The door creaks open..the silence strong as he grabs the intruder and presses the knife near their throat.
“So cool” a child's voice whispers behind him. Yagi looks down and almost drops the knife. The hooded child growling against his chest. The orange flares uncomfortably digging in. “I didn't think Athos would be so low as to send Children like you”
Another masked Child cackles from his table, Reading his notebook “Oh Trust me as an Angel, We would do anything but work with that murderer.” His fabric rabbit ear flopping as the child tips his head “oooh, you missed the Earthquake two years ago on the edge of Mustafa. And the Trigger Raids weren't actually his Trigger, Just getting rid of Competition.”
The Child with flares slides easily out of his Surprised grasp “oi Deku, do your thing~” the other teases. The rabbit hooded boy tips his head and and removed his lower mask
“Hello Yagi Toshinori, Villain name Nights All. Formally known as All Might in America. Trained by UA and Former Homeroom teacher Gran Torino. Possible Connections to Nana Shimura. Biggest Target of False Hero Athos. You prefer Matcha tea, missing your Stomach and half a Lung from a Fight with Athos. Oh and you once got arrested for public nudity in America due to a surprise attack and little time to stop and get dressed”
Yagi's blood chills at the knowledge “How the hell-”
He gets interrupted
“oi Jack Skeleton. We are here for a Trade. Named Ground Zero. This is Deku, we are the heads of the Children's Angels. Mk?” The Blond boy snorts “you got a target. We need that media distraction someday.”
Yagi looks the two up and down “you are rather…. Well for Teens. But, one condition. I train you. Both of you, I am not sending children out untrained. I would rather not do it anyways. But I know those looks, you won't stop.”
“Damn Right Skeletor” Ground Zero Cackles as Deku chops his Neck
“Fine. But then you are training the whole group. We get what we want. And you get your little Morals settled.”
Yagi almost shivers as the cold look from Deku settles on him but his eyes meet the others with an unspoken challenge.
Suddenly Deku smiles and jumps up “Welcome Aboard Yagi!” The other walks over and grabs Yagi's Shoulder “We'll know if you betray us” he whispers and a burning desire burst digs into his skin. “Kacchan! No, We don't burn partners!” Ground Zero Cackles again “yeah yeah, we'll contact you again Frankenstein!”
^_________^
It only took a Week if you asked an Angel. If you ask Gran Torino he would say it was the moment that Toshinori saw Izuku's smile and Katsuki's first nickname.
They all fit like a puzzle piece, One Wacky and Chaotic puzzle. Yagi being that chaos that Bakugo's father never could. And all it took was two Kids who founded a Japan Wide youth criminal organization to break in and spiritually and Emotionally adopt him.
Now if they would stop Robbing Chain Ice cream stores at midnight.
DAY 1! a Day Late lol.
@daddecember
(/･ω･(-ω-) -Me and Borealis during the planning lol
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha au#bnha#my hero academia au#mha#boku no hero academia au#mha au#mod asphodel#daddecember2023#daddecember#dad might#asphodel angels au#asphodel angels
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Dad December - Day Seven: "Blizzard."
*A rare dadmight one shot from me :D!!
Summary: A snowball fight turns sour when All Might gives Izuku a concussion.
word count: 1,286
@daddecember
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It’s a few days into Christmas break. A blizzard hit last night, leaving the ground covered in a thick layer of snow, blanketing everything in sight. Almost everyone in class 1-A has gone home. Everyone except Izuku, who’s on lockdown because of All for One and Shigaraki.
Thankfully, he’s allowed to go home from Christmas Eve to Christmas Day, provided All Might comes with him. But that’s a thin comfort when he’s forced to endure the brunt of the break alone.
At least he has All Might, Eri, and Mr. Aizawa.
His mentor and him stand across from each other. They eye one another. Izuku’s fingers twitch. He only has one shot at this. If he messes up….
Izuku pulls his arm back, and using a touch of One for All’s power, slings the snowball at All Might.
“Oh, it’s on!” His mentor shouts, dodging to the side.
Eri and Mr. Aizawa are taking a nap, so All Might’s in charge of watching him. Though, Izuku hates the term. It feels like he’s a little kid again, with none of the benefits of actually being a child. He knows the adults ordered the extra protection to keep him safe, but…..
Izuku lunges to the ground, rolling out of the way. He gets a faceful of snow for his efforts, but none of All Might’s hits land.
He shakes the snow off his face. That was too close. He can’t afford to lose focus. His mentor is the best of the best. All Might didn’t stay number one for decades by being mediocre.
Heavy footfalls approach him from behind. Frantically, Izuku grabs fistfuls of snow. The cold has started to seep into his gloves-the gloves his mother lovingly knitted and gifted him last Christmas-numbing his fingertips.
The footsteps stop. Before Izuku can say or do anything, a tightly packed snowball is lugged at his head. It feels heavier than a balled-up pile of snow, and Izuku hears a thud after it lands. Pain radiates from the back of his skull all the way down to his spinal cord.
Izuku falls face first into the snow. His face hurts from the cold, but his head hurts more.
All Might stands above him, laughing goodnaturedly. A large hand wipes the excess snow off Izuku’s jacket. “My boy?” He asks, voice as reassuring as always. Even in immense amounts of pain, Izuku can’t help his inner fanboy from freaking out. He still can’t get over that All Might- the All Might-calls him-plain old, useless, Deku-“my boy.”
“M’ h’d hur’s,” Izuku says, words muffled and slurred.
In a blink of an eye, Izuku is lifted out of the snow. All Might puts him on his own two feet, steadying him with his hands on Izuku’s shoulders.
The world is moving too fast for Izuku to comprehend the worried, almost frantic questions that his mentor is throwing at him. He blinks slowly, trying to think through the pain.
(C’mon, Izuku, you’ve been through worse. No way a small hit to the back of the head-with snow of all things-is going to be the thing that takes you down.)
Izuku forces himself to smile.
“Young Midoriya, you don’t look well. I should take you to the infirmary.”
Nausea wells up in Izuku. He feels off balanced, untethered. But his need to reassure those around him superseeds his need to pass out. He smiles again, giving All Might a thumbs-up for good measure.
“‘m fine, Allll Mighttt. Jus’ need to si-” Izuku falls straight into All Might’s arms.
-x-x-x-
When he comes to, staring at the tiled ceiling of the infirmary (a place he’s come to see as a third home of sorts), All Might is sitting next to his bedside. Seeing that Izuku’s awake, All Might gives him a smile. But the worried, slightly panicked look in his eyes gives him away.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good.” He rubs the back of his head. “A little sore. What happened?”
All Might shifts in his seat.
Recovery Girl answers for him. “Mister Plus Ultra over here went a little too beyond and gave you a concussion.” Even though her words aren’t directed at Izuku, he still cringes back. “Having a snowball fight,” she sighs, exasperated. “Of all things to get injured doing.”
Izuku and All Might both bow their heads, ashamed (and a little afraid of the little old lady scolding them).
“Well…what’s done is done. And I’m just glad it’s not more broken bones.” She turns her full attention to Izuku. “Now, you. Take some Tylenol and rest up. All Might or Aizawa will wake you up every three hours to make sure you’re still breathing. My quirk healed most of the injury, but there might still be some tenderness.”
Izuku laughs nervously. “I’m not dying, right?” He looks at his mentor.
“Of course not. Just routine, and it’s the least that one over there can do.” She points her cane at All Might. “One last thing before I release you.”
“Yeah?”
“Please, be careful. The last thing I want is for you to miss going home, because you two decided that sticking a fork in an outlet was a good idea.”
“Okay, sorry.”
“Sorry,” All Might echoes. “I’ll be more careful next time.”
“No.” Recovery Girl gives them a stern look. She points her cane at Izuku and then at All Might. “No more snowball fights until after Christmas. I’m going to be off campus for the next week. So, I need you two to be on your best behavior.”
They nod.
-x-x-x-
When Izuku is finally excused, All Might gives him a piggyback ride to the dorms. He can tell the man feels really bad about giving him a concussion and tries his best to make All Might feel better about the whole thing.
“It didn’t really hurt that bad,” Izuku says, holding tightly to his mentor. “I’m pretty sure Kacchan’s hit me worse.”
All Might pauses. “What?”
“Ah…I mean, I’m just saying I’ve been hit in the head harder than that. Kind of funny that all it took to get a concussion was some snow. Right?” He laughs, but All Might doesn’t laugh along.
He continues to the dorms, oddly quiet.
“All Might? Are you okay?” He asks once they reach the dorms. His mentor gently shrugs Izuku off his back.
“Yeah, sorry. It’s been a long day.”
Izuku studies him. He might not be the most intelligent, strong, or cunning. But he does know when someone’s hurting. “You know, I was really dreading this break. With everyone being gone and the threat of war hanging over our heads, but you found a way to make it fun. I…didn’t feel as homesick as I expected. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, thank you.” He smiles at the ground.
Strong arms bring him into a hug. All Might squeezes him tight. A dopey smile on his face. He pulls away but places his hands on Izuku’s shoulders. “I know how lonely the holidays can get. Back then, we didn’t have dorms. But I can recall overhearing my classmates’ plans for Christmas, and knowing that no matter how hard I work, nothing would bring my family back.”
“Where did you go?”
“I lived with Nana for a majority of my time at U.A. But the point I’m getting at is that I understand how lonely you must feel right now. This arrangement really isn’t fair to you.”
“I’m just thankful we can go home for Christmas Eve.” All Might’s eyes widen, and for a second Izuku thinks he overstepped. But then All Might smiles at him, bringing him in for another tight squeeze.
“Me too, kid. Me too.”
#daddecember#daddecember2023#sfw#cross posted on ao3#mha all might#dadmight#midoriya izuku#no.7#blizzard
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#AO3 Link#FanFiction#AO3 Izuku#♦#Izuku Midoriya#Yoichi#OFA#AFO#Hisashi Midoriya#OFA Users#R:T#A:Riahlynn101#Dad for One
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Heres @daddecember fic number two!!
hope y'all enjoy!! dont mind how bad I am with titles
#daddecember#daddecember2023#sfw#mha#bnha#dadmight#dadmight fluff#dadmight fanfiction#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#izuku midoriya#midoriya izuku#yagi toshinori#toshinori yagi#all might#mha midoriya#mha fanfic#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#fluff#snow#winter#snowed in#dogwaterwrites
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Dad December - Day Eleven: "It's Alright to Be Afraid."
Summary: Thinking he sees a monster, Izuku cries out for his parents.
Trigger warnings: Implied/referenced bullying
May I offer you some cute/wholesome DFO content in these trying times?
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It’s that weird time of morning where it’s not quite night and not quite day. The in-between where shadows lurk, and no living thing makes a peep.
Izuku lays on his side, clutching his teddy bear closer. His eyes are shut tight, and nothing and no one will make him open them. If he opens them, then the monster under his bed will know he’s awake. At least…that’s what Kacchan told him.
But the tension of lying still is too much for his overly energetic five-year-old self, so it’s really not Izuku’s fault when his eyes slide open.
Across his room, staring into his very soul, is a pair of glowing eyes. They glim in the dark, taunting Izuku. So, he does what every child would do when faced with a monster about to strike.
He sits up, sucks in a mouthful of air, and cries out. “Mommy! Daddy!”
It’s less than a minute later that his parents are crowding into his room. His mommy flicks the light on, banishing the shadows. Izuku is instantly flooded with relief. His parents are here. Everything is going to be okay.
“Izuku, baby, why are you shouting?”
“Monster!” He cries again, pointing to his bookshelf. Only to spot an All Might action figure. “I promise it was right there.”
Mommy sighs. When she speaks it’s directed at his daddy. “Hisashi, I knew we shouldn’t have let him watch that video. It’s too upsetting, and now he’s having nightmares.”
Despite her words not being said to him, Izuku can’t help but feel a little offended. He didn’t have nightmares. “Mommy, I was awake.”
She ignores him. “I mean it. We need to start regulating his computer time more.”
His daddy nods, which only makes Izuku more annoyed. Why weren’t his parents talking to him? He’s sitting right here. “You’re right, but maybe we can discuss that more tomorrow. How about you go back to bed? I can take care of Izuku.”
His mommy comes over and gives him a kiss on the forehead. She says she loves Izuku, and then she’s gone, back to his parents’ bedroom.
Daddy is quiet, sitting on the edge of the bed. He looks over Izuku with an unreadable expression. It’s always so hard to tell what he’s feeling.
“Are you mad at me?” Izuku asks, not actually wanting a answer to his question. It seems, nowadays, everyone is mad at him. He can’t do anything right - Kacchan told him that, too.
His daddy’s eyes soften. He likes daddy’s eyes. They’re red, like Kacchan’s, but more vibrant. Like the wine mommy and daddy drink during the New Year celebrations.
“No, Izu, I’m not mad. I’m just confused.”
“Confused? About what? Can I help?” All Might says the best heroes are the ones that are helpful. And despite what Kacchan might say, Izuku will never stop trying to help (even if he does make things worse). He crawls out from under his blankets, to sit in his daddy’s lap.
His daddy holds him close. “You, mostly.”
“Me?” Izuku asks, putting a hand over his heart.
“You,” daddy confirms. “I don’t understand why you’re not okay with being afraid. You act like it’s a character flaw, like me or your mom will think less of you, if you are.”
Izuku furrows his eyebrows. His daddy uses a lot of big words when he’s serious about something, but he can kind of guess what daddy means. “Kacchan and Tsbuasa-Chan said I was a crybaby for being afraid.” It hits him then how much their words actually affected him. It had been two weeks since they teased him about being afraid of the dark, but their jeers stayed in his memory. His eyes water up.
“It’s alright to be afraid,” his daddy murmurs, pressing Izuku even closer to his chest. A large hand soothes his hair back. “And even if there are monsters in this house, I can promise you Izuku, without a doubt, I am one hundred percent scarier than them. I am the scariest thing in this house.”
Izuku giggles. “Daddy, you aren’t scary.”
The hand pauses in his hair. “I’m not?”
He shakes his head, basking in the warmth his daddy’s giving off. “Nuh, uh. You’re nice and brave and kind, and I love you lots and lots.” He eyes his bookshelf where he spotted the monster earlier. “And I don’t love monsters, but I love you so you can’t be a monster.” Izuku smiles.
But daddy doesn’t respond to him, just continues to stroke Izuku’s hair. It’s a good five minutes before either of them speak again.
“Did I ever tell you I had a younger brother?”
“I had an uncle? What’s his name? How much younger was he? Did he look like you? What was his quirk?” Izuku is practically vibrating with energy, envisioning someone he’s never met before. “Can I see him?”
His daddy chuckles. “Keyword is had, Izu. My brother died years before I met your mother.”
Izuku deflates. “Oh.”
“But I know he would have loved you.” His daddy swallows heavily. “He…uh…he liked heroes, too.”
His eyes light up. “Really?”
“Really. And I just know that he would have loved you, so, so much.”
“Daddy? Daddy, are you crying?”
His daddy sniffles, hiding his face on his shoulder. “No.”
Izuku snuggles closer to him. “It’s okay, daddy. I’m sure uncle loved you lots, too.”
His daddy says nothing, squeezing him tight. Eventually, they fall asleep. Daddy lays on his bed, arms wrapped around Izuku, keeping him close to his chest. It’s the best night sleep that either of them will ever get.
The next morning, mommy opens his bedroom door to see the light still on, and her two favorite people in the whole wide world snuggling together. If she snaps a photo to remind their son that he’s always been loved, later down the line, then that’s no one else’s business but hers (and the rest of her family, but they show no signs of waking up anytime soon).
#daddecember2023#daddecember#sfw#no.11#It's Alright to Be Afraid#dfo au#izuku and all for one#young izuku#queue
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Dad December - Day Thirteen (exchanging original prompt): "I'm Not a Fan of Pain."
Summary: AFO reminiscing about his son’s birth
Trigger warnings: AFO being himself, and mentions of pregnancy and labor.
Also heavily inspired by this post, and a few other ones related to AFO naming Izuku.
word count: 582
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All for One’s son was born on a humid day in the middle of July.
Doctor Garaki was on call for the entirety of Inko’s pregnancy. Even though the man claimed many times he was not certified enough to deliver the baby (or do prenatal check ups for that matter), but All for One, Hisashi , couldn’t bring himself to trust any other doctor. So, in spite of the doctor’s protests, he was the one that oversaw the labor and delivery.
If he remembers correctly, Inko had been in the middle of folding clothes when her water broke. What followed was a blur of his wife hunting him down in another part of the house, comforting her, freaking out himself once he realized what had happened, and then hurrying Inko to the nearest hospital.
In his haste, Hisashi almost forgot to phone the doctor.
Inko had been scared, and Hisashi wished he could say he wasn’t. But it was one of the few times in his life that All for One was terrified.
He did all the research he could on childbirth to help quell his worries, but it only served to make Hisashi even more anxious.
Not that his wife needed to know that. He stayed by her side, allowing her to squeeze his hand (and by god, did that woman squeeze his hand). She joked about not being a fan of pain, before screaming so loud the nearby nurse covered her ears. In response, Hisashi whispered little encouragements into her sweaty hair, and offered Inko little sips of water whenever she needed it.
And then, as soon as it had started, their son was born.
A healthy baby boy.
A little on the small side, but the doctor reassured them that it was nothing to worry about.
All for One waited impatiently for his son to be handed over, hovering over the nurses’ shoulders as they cleaned and bundled the baby in a blanket. His old friend must have sensed his patience wearing thin, because he roughly shoved them aside to grab the infant.
He remembers even all these years later, how it felt holding his son in his arms for the very first time. How tiny he had been nestled in the crook of Hisashi’s arm.
Two big green eyes blinking up at him.
It’s poetic that the very first person his son ever saw was him.
Not that Hisashi would have it any other way.
It was fate.
All for One named his son (with his wife’s permission of course, though it’s not like she ever had a say in the matter. He loves her, but there are certain things that he refuses to budge on), just like he named Yoichi. A mark to signify that his son is his.
His brother had been his first gift. A constant companion in the dim, chaotic, and quite frankly terrifying world they lived in. The name “Yoichi” suited his sickly little brother like a glove.
And his son was a gift as well. An unexpected one, but a gift all the same (how was Hisashi supposed to know that the minor healing quirk he picked up ten months ago would lead to his and Inko’s little miracle being born months later?) But Hisashi wanted a bigger stake in the boy’s name.
It took him longer than he would have liked, but Hisashi found a name that matched one of the kanjis in his own name and fit his son perfectly.
Izuku.
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Dad December - Day Three: "Snuggling."
Summary: A young (like toddler aged) Izuku cries, homesick and afraid. He shouldn’t have trusted the man with red eyes.
Trigger warnings: Implied/referenced kidnapping, and a young child in distress.
Wordcount: 1,025
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Izuku sobs, curling up. The bed underneath him feels wrong, strange and unfamiliar. This room is strange and unfamiliar, too. It’s not home, and he doesn’t like it!
Only the blanket he used for naptime at daycare that day (or was it yesterday? The day before that?) smells like home. Like the laundry soap mommy uses. He holds it close to his face, breathing in the scent. It’s soft, too, and when he rubs it against his damp cheek, it makes Izuku feel the tiniest bit better.
“Izuku,” a monster says, standing in the doorway.
He tenses up, tossing the blanket over his head. Maybe if he’s really quiet, the monster will leave him alone. Or better yet, maybe it will take him home. Mommy and daddy are probably worried sick about him.
At the mental reminder of his parents, Izuku bursts into a fresh round of sobs. He tries to breathe through them, just like his daddy taught him. But it’s hard.
The monster comes closer. Through the thin fabric of the baby blanket, Izuku watches through watery eyes as its clawed hands reach for him. His cries grow louder and harsher. He trembles, heart beating so loud he can hear it clear as day.
The blanket is gently removed from his head.
“Izuku,” the monster says again, softer. There’s an expression on its face that he remembers seeing on his daddy’s face when he found Izuku crying during a thunderstorm. “It’s okay. I promise.”
The monster’s red eyes remind him of Kacchan and his daddy, but Kacchan is the coolest person ever! And daddy would never make Izuku feel like this. (Shamefully, the monster’s eyes were one of the reasons that Izuku followed it back to its house. Red, in his mind, is the color of safety. Of warmth. Of home.)
It softly hums a song under its breath (if Izuku listens carefully, he’s pretty sure his daddy has hummed this song before, too), using the pad of its thumb to brush some of the tears away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I wanna go home!” Izuku shouts, flailing his arms and legs. “I want mommy and daddy!”
The monster scoops him up, sending a new wave of fresh panic to roll over Izuku. The boy wriggles, screaming as loud as he can.
“Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I wanna leave! Wanna go home! Home! Homehomehomehome-”
His words blur together, only framed by a singular word. He struggles a great deal, kicking and trying to dig his nails into the monster’s skin. The monster seems to ignore him, carrying Izuku out of the room, down the hallway, and straight into another unfamiliar room - a living room this time.
It sits down in a recliner. The chair rocks back when they sit down. The monster readjusts Izuku, laying the boy across the monster’s lap and guiding his head to the center of its chest. The steady rhythm of the monster’s heart makes Izuku feel the slightest bit calm.
The monster strokes his hair, brushing back his bangs off his tear-soaked face. He exhales in a shuddery breath, body still shaking like a leaf. A kiss pressed to his forehead.
“I’m sorry, Izuku,” the monster murmurs. “I really, truly am. But I couldn’t let that monster hurt you.”
In spite of his fear, Izuku glances up at the monster. “What?”
His head is pressed to the monster’s chest once again, firm but gentle. The lub -dub of the monster’s heart quiets any protests that Izuku might have had.
“I knew your uncle. A long, long time ago.”
In a small voice, Izuku mutters, “I don’t have an uncle.” And he doesn’t. Mommy would have told him if he did. Mommy knows everything.
“Because your dad k- made him go away. Yeah,” the monster says, more to himself than Izuku. “You had an uncle until your dad made him go away. Far, far away.”
“Why?”
“Because your uncle and dad were brothers, and your dad couldn’t stand it that your uncle wanted to make his own decisions. So, he….” The man pauses mid-sentence. A hand returns to Izuku’s hair, sitting idly on top of the unruly mop of curls. It stays there, and when the man makes no indication that he’s going to move, Izuku looks up at him.
Their eyes meet, and he swears that he sees the man have to blink back tears. One escapes, sliding down his cheek.
“You look so much like him, too. Not a perfect match, of course, but when I look at you, I see Yoichi’s nephew, not….” the man trails off. Idly, he plays with Izuku’s curls. “You have his curls. His mannerisms. But not much else. You aren’t a villain. You aren’t evil.”
“Wanna be a hero,” Izuku mutters, helplessly. His eyes are half-lidded. It’s been a long day, and the exhaustion is finally hitting him. “Wanna be like All Might.”
“I know,” the man murmurs. A hand slides down his face, shutting his eyes. “Dream now. We can discuss this more later.”
Izuku fights sleep, needing answers to his questions. “Who are you? Are you a hero? Was my uncle a hero? Can I go home if I go to sleep?” The man shushes him, hand sliding down Izuku’s face again.
“Shhhh….you can call me, Kudou. I was a good friend of your uncle’s many years ago. Your uncle was the greatest hero I have ever met. And the only way you’ll find out is if you close your eyes.”
Izuku wants to argue, because that isn’t a yes. And if it isn’t yes, then he doesn’t want to take the chance that the man won’t let him go home when Izuku wakes up.
But a hand is slid over his eyes for a third time, and the exhaustion is getting harder to fight. So, Izuku settles for a sleepy, “don’t wanna.”
The last thing Izuku hears before sleep pulls him under is the man’s quiet laughter and the lub-dub of his heart.
Lub-dub.
Lub-dub.
Lub-dub.
–x-x-x-
“I promise, Yoichi, wherever you are, to keep him safe. I won’t let All for One hurt him, too."
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Dad December - Day Nine: "Abandonment."
Summary: AFO’s abandonment issues go brrrr. Also, AFO x Inko :D!!
Trigger warnings: Abandonment issues, minor slut shaming, and AFO being AFO
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All for One lets himself into his assistant’s apartment. He hasn’t seen her in over a week, and he (misses her presence, her warmth) is falling behind on paperwork. Besides, All for One is her boss, which means he has an obligation to his employees. It’s just business, nothing more (liar).
He goes to slip his shoes off, but the mat Inko usually kept near the closet is missing. In fact, now that he’s looking closer, the entire area is empty and clean. His eyebrows furrow. Surely, Inko didn’t leave without telling him? She wouldn’t.
She can’t.
All for One calls out to her. “Inko! Inko!” Her apartment is completely empty. Everything from the furniture to the photos on her walls are gone. This can’t be. She can’t leave him. His hands shake and it’s hard to think straight and shecan’tleavehimeveryonealwaysleaveswhydotheyalwaysleavewh-
“In here,” a strained voice calls back.
In a daze, All for One stumbles his way to Inko’s bedroom. And there, sitting on the edge of her bed is the very person he’s looking for. “Inko, my dear, I was calling you.”
Her head is bowed, long hair covering her face. “I…sorry.”
“Are you okay? This isn’t like you.” He sits next to her on the bed.
“No, Hisashi” she gives a humorless laugh. It’s so different from the laugh he’s come to know and love.
Gently, he takes her hand. But Inko slides her hand away. She sniffles. “I don’t know what to do.”
He opens his mouth. There are a million things Inko can do - paperwork and answering phones the least among them. He likes having her around. He feels a little less lost, like the cloud that’s been hanging over him since his brother left him, while not completely gone, is more like a cloud on a sunny day and less like the ones that come before a thunderstorm.
Inko breaks down, putting her face in her hands. And suddenly, Hisashi has no idea what to say.
“What happened?” He asks, rubbing her back. Comfort has never been his forte, but for Inko he’ll try. “Did someone rob you?” A robbery would explain the bare apartment and Inko’s behavior. But the thought of someone hurting his favorite (person) employee brings a new wave of anger washing over him. “Can you describe them to me? I’ll find them. They’ll regret-”
“No, Hisashi,” Inko says, voice wavering. “No one robbed me.”
He calms down a little. “Good. Then, why are you so upset?”
Inko lifts her head, and for the first time in over a week, Hisashi sees her beautiful face. It’s ruddy and wet from sobbing for god knows how long. But beautiful nonetheless. He kisses her temple. “Please, Inko, just tell me what happened.” He wraps his arms around her, being the stability that she obviously needs. “I won’t be mad, I promise.”
And he wouldn’t be. Not at her. She’s still here, with him, and that’s all that matters.
“I’m pregnant,” she murmurs. “And it’s yours.”
Hisashi is still processing the first part of her sentence, so he fails to hear the second. He suddenly feels warm, and he has to pull away from Inko. He stands up.
“Hisashi?”
He paces the length of the room. “You’re pregnant, which means you have a boyfriend. Which explains why you’re moving out of the apartment. I guess you’re going to move in with him. I’m happy for you, but I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you had a-”
There’s a harsh tug on his jacket. Hisashi looks down towards the bed. Inko stares back at him with a pained expression. Her bottom lip quivers. “No! I don’t have a boyfriend. I just said you’re the father.” She burrows her face in her hands again. “I’m not like that. I wouldn’t do something like that,” her words are muffled, but he hears them loud and clear.
“I’m going to be a father?” He asks, feeling a new emotion - one he hasn’t felt before. It’s electric in the best way possible. He feels giddy and lightheaded. It’s an odd combination, but one that’s a pleasant surprise.
He falls to his knees in front of her, taking her face in his hands. “Inko, why are you so sad? We’re going to be parents. This is a happy occasion.”
Instead of answering, she cries harder. “I was going to move and start over. Packed all my stuff, signed a new lease a few cities over, and even had a new job all lined up. But…I couldn’t do I couldn’t do that to you, or our baby.”
“Our baby?” Hisashi repeats, the words feel funny coming off his tongue. A smile cracks across his face. He lifts Inko off the bed, spinning her around. “We have a baby. Or we’re going to have one. But it’s there. It exists, and one day we’ll be able to hold it in our arms.” His words tumble out of his mouth, without much thought to them. Not that Inko minds, as she’s taken to burying her face in Hisashi’s neck.
“I love you, Hisashi,” Inko mutters.
He smiles, soaking up her warmth.
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Dad December - Day Ten: "Emergency Room Trip."
Trigger warning: Implied/referenced bullying at best and attempted murder at worst.
Summary: After winding up in the hospital, Izuku is interrogated (lovingly) by his worried parents.
Word count: 591
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“Now, tell us again, honey. What happened?” His mom asks, voice shaky.
Izuku looks down. The beeping of the hospital machines doesn't give him enough reprieve to gather his thoughts. He frowns. “I…I don’t remember.” He does, in fact, remember everything.
He remembers being led into the woods by one of Kacchan’s friends, Tsubasa.
He remembers being cold, but the idea of having someone, anyone to play with him was too much to resist. Even if that company came from someone that likes to torment Izuku every chance they got.
He remembers following Tsubasa far into the woods and all the way to the frozen river.
He remembers being afraid and hesitating.
He remembers hearing the ice crack.
He remembers calling out for help, before falling through the shattered ice.
He remembers Tsbuasa’s laughter.
He doesn’t remember anything after that.
Izuku woke up cold and shivering, in wet clothes. His dad-who he could have sworn was on a business trip-carrying him through the doors of the local hospital emergency room.
“You don’t….remember?” His dad’s eyebrows furrow. He sounds upset, and not in the way that mom is.
Izuku shrinks back. This is all his fault. If he hadn’t followed Tsubasa into the forest than none of this-
A large hand rests atop his head, soothing his wild curls down. Izuku looks up at his dad. “Sorry, Izuku, your mother and I aren’t upset because of you. We’re upset at the situation.”
“I understand,” Izuku says, even though he really doesn’t. But if his dad says it, then it must be right. “Sorry for making you both worry.”
“And that leads me into my next question. Who did this to you?”
Izuku goes back to looking down. The hospital blankets are stark white and itchy against his skin. He wants to go home. Maybe if he-
“Izuku?” His mom asks.
“I followed someone into the woods.” His words are quiet, almost inaudible. Mom has to lean in to hear him better, but based on the look on his dad’s face, he heard Izuku loud and clear.
“Who?” His dad’s hand sits on his shoulder. There’s a severe look on his face, like the calm before the storm.
Izuku swallows thickly. “No-no one,” he sputters, feeling the pressure of two sets of eyes. He can’t tell on Tsubasa. Izuku’s sure the whole thing was an accident, and it’s really not a big deal.
“No one?” His dad repeats. “Izuku, we only want to keep you safe. But how can we do that if you won’t help us?”
“You can’t…but he didn’t mean it,” Izuku says. “Really he didn’t. Tsbuasa-” he cuts himself off, slapping a hand over his mouth.
His dad pats him on the head. “Tsubasa….hm…” he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
Izuku grabs his dad’s hand. “Please, dad, he didn’t mean it.” He doesn’t know why he’s begging. The worst his former friend is going to get is a slap on the wrist, but something in his dad’s eyes screams danger.
His dad sighs. “I think it’s time to sleep now, Izuku.”
“I want to go home,” Izuku grumbles, but allows his dad to tuck him in. “If I go to sleep, can I go home when I wake up?”
“That’s up the doctors, sweetheart,” his mom murmurs, kissing his forehead. “But it shouldn’t be too much longer.”
“Okay,” Izuku responds in a whisper, already half asleep.
His dad laughs, kissing his cheek. “Sleep well, Izu.”
Elsewhere, tinkering in his underground laboratory, Doctor Garaki suddenly feels afraid.
#daddecember2023#daddecember#no.10#emergency room trip#sfw#cross posted on ao3#dfo au#RIP Tsubasa#mha fanfiction#implied afo x inko
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Dad December - Day Fifteen & Sixteen: "Vault." + "Why Didn't You Tell Me?"
Combining two days, because they related to each other. Last two parts of "Prison Visit."
Trigger warnings: Kidnapping, implied/referenced childhood trauma, and All for One being himself.
word count: 3,161
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Pt. 3 ~
All for One is led back to his cell, but he can’t bring himself to be mad about it. He smiles widely as the door is slammed in his face. This tiny space can’t hold him forever, and now that he has the confirmation that he wants, being here is simply a formality.
He sighs deeply, whirling around to his bed. It looks like it’s time to call in those favors.
-x-x-x-
Izuku pokes at his rations. The results of the paternity test sit at the forefront of his brain - taunting him. And the hardest part wasn’t even getting the test results or All for One trying to hug him to death, it was telling All Might.
All Might-the hero that he is, retired or not-hadn’t looked at him any different. He simply wrapped his arms around Izuku and said it was going to be alright, that he didn’t think differently of him. It was enough to send Izuku to tears.
But sitting here now, with his mother across from him, the apprehension he felt earlier returns with a vengeance.
“You need to eat,” his mom gently urges, taking another bite of whatever rice dish the kitchen staff threw together for the hundreds of civilians and heroes seeking shelter here. It’s unlike anything Izuku has ever seen before, and he has no energy to guess what it is.
“I know,” he mutters but continues poking at it anyway.
“Izuku, is something wrong? First, you wouldn’t hug me earlier, and now you won’t eat.” She grabs his hand from across the table. “Please, talk to me, baby.”
He puts his chopsticks down, hanging his head. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Izuku asks, voice quiet - barely above a whisper.
“Izuku, what-”
He picks his head up, staring daggers at his mom. Logically, he knows that being mad at her solves nothing. But he’s angry and hurt and all this could have been avoided if she didn’t keep it to herself. “Why didn’t you tell me about my father?”
His mom goes silent, face turning pale. She stares off into space, as if remembering something old but not entirely forgotten.
“Mom?”
She regards Izuku with a somber expression. “I assume you met him?” Her face reads as sad, but her eyes look highly concerned.
“More than once,” Izuku says. “Both on and off the battlefield. And weirdly, in my dreams.”
“In your dreams….?” His mom asks, thoroughly confused. Unfortunately, Izuku doesn’t feel like dwelling on the complexities of his quirk.
“All for One. How do you know him?”
“Shigaraki Hisashi,” his mom corrects, “and he was my boss. I mean, at least at first he was.”
Izuku’s stomach twists.
“But we grew to care about each other. I truly thought that he was the one. Told all my friends about it, but….” his mom trails off, looking and sounding heart-wrenchingly sad. Despite his anger, Izuku gives her hand a gentle, encouraging squeeze.
She smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter what we felt for one another, because after I found out about his villainy, I packed my life up and started over somewhere new. And then, some months later, you came along and made me the happiest person on the planet.” His mom pinches his cheek, the sadness receding from her eyes. In its place, a warm, tender fondness.
“Mom,” he says, voice strained. It would have been so easy for his mom to stay, but she chose to risk her safety and financial stability for a better future without All for One in their lives.
Izuku rounds the makeshift table to embrace his mom, wanting and needing her to hold him. Even if it’s for just a second. He needs her strength and courage, because his own is failing him right now.
He snuggles into her warmth, breathing in her floral perfume. She seems just as content, even though their (slight) height difference makes snuggling up together a little harder.
“Mom?” He asks, voice muffled.
She hums in response.
“How did you end up working for All for One? Did you know what he was or-”
His mom cuts him off. “I was his assistant, but all of my jobs were office related. I met him through a previous boss I had. And no, I didn’t know who he was. I was in love with him. If things turned out differently….if I didn’t decide to snoop through the files on his desk, I can confidently say that I would still be with him.”
“But you did leave,” Izuku murmurs, still leaning against her. “You’re brave.”
His mom softly laughs. “Thank you, baby. But I think the braver thing would have been turning the information I had over to the police.” She sighs. “Sometimes I worry that my inaction and cowardice helped enable him to do worse.”
He pulls away, staring into his mom’s watery eyes. “I can’t tell you that not turning over whatever information you had wouldn’t have mattered, because I don’t know. But what I do know is that you did the best thing for us, and if I didn’t take that test I could have lived the rest of my life in arrogant bliss.”
“Oh, Izuku,” she warbles, pulling him in for another hug.
-x-x-x-
“What do you mean, All for One has escaped!?” The warden for the side of the prison that All for for One, resides in looks at his subordinates, the ones directly responsible for keeping the supervillain in check. “Well!?”
None of them dare speak, either in a state of perpetual shock or terrified about what consequences All for One’s second unauthorized departure might have on a still reeling Japan.
He scoffs, angrily. “Useless! All of you! Get out of my sight!” He watches them leave, heads hung. Clearly disappointed in themselves. “Wait!” He calls out, and they all pause in the doorway. “Tell no one about this. The last thing we need is for people to freak out.”
They nod, shuffling out the door. Once the last of them leave, shutting the door behind them, he relaxes in his chair.
The warden pulls out a burner phone from his desk. He texts only two words, before throwing it to the ground and stomping on it.
It’s done.
Pt. 4 - Final Part:
Tenko eyes his little brother (he knows that Izuku isn’t actually his little brother, but after everything they went through, it’s hard not to think of the kid as such. It also doesn’t help that the kid seems bound and determined to keep in touch with him.) The kid is awfully silent for no good reason. Well, he supposes the war and the aftermath would render anybody speechless, but this is Izuku Midoriya. Not some random NPC ( civilian , his mind corrects) cowers in the face of something terrible.
“What’s wrong?”
Izuku has the audacity to look surprised. “What? What do you mean?”
Tenko feels his left eye twitch. “I mean that you’ve hardly said a word the last two visits. Is everything okay? Is someone hurting you?” He feels his blood pressure rise at the thought of someone hurting Izuku. Which is ironic given their shared history.
“I’m-”
“Don’t you dare say ‘fine’.”
Izuku takes a second longer to finish his sentence. “Good. I’m good.”
“Liar.”
“Am Not!” Izuku proclaims, clenching his fists. “I’m just a little tired is all.”
“Yeah? And I’m tired of your shit,” Tenko shoots back. He calms down a little, no need to get Izuku all riled up. “All I’m saying is that, whatever is bothering you, you can tell me.”
“You have enough to worry about.”
“And ninety-nine percent of what I worry about is you.” It’s true, too, he often lies awake at night, thinking and worrying about his surrogate brother’s safety. He’s always the first to rush into danger, and Tenko wouldn’t be able to live with himself if one day Izuku bites off more than he can chew and dies alone and afraid. All his progress over the last month or so has been in large part due to Tenko wanting to make his brother proud. One day, probably five or more years down the road, he hopes to interact with Izuku outside these walls.
Izuku swallows before answering. “I’m going to tell you something, and I don’t want you to think differently of me.”
A thousand possibilities run through Tenko’s head. “Nothing could make me think badly of you.”
His brother gives a nervous laugh, reminding Tenko of their first chat in the mall.
“I…well I visited All for One in prison.”
The air is knocked from his lungs. Tenko slumps over a little, dumbfounded. “You did what?”
“I know, I know, but I didn’t do it for no reason. The First One for All user told me that All for One is my father, so I-”
“What?” Tenko interrupts, focusing solely on Izuku. “Why would he say such an awful thing?” All for One, while not exactly a father to him, he was the closest thing Tenko had to a father figure for the longest time (unless he counts Kurogiri, which he only does when he’s feeling sentimental). All for One’s parenting leaves much to be desired, and he wouldn’t wish what he endured on anyone - let alone someone as good as Izuku.
“He didn’t do it to be cruel, but I got curious.”
“And you visited him.”
“I visited him,” Izuku confirms. “But he got all excited, said if I didn’t take a DNA test he would put a hit out on All Might.”
“Jesus. Where were the guards?”
Izuku doesn’t speak, shrugging his shoulders.
“Izuku?” Tenko asks, growing more and more concerned. “Where were the guards?”
“They weren’t in the room with us.”
“But they were observing you, right? Keeping you safe, right?” His blood pressure rises again - it seems to do that a lot when Izuku Midoriya’s around.
“I assume so…” His little brother stares at his hands, which are clasped in his lap.
“You assume so?”
“Well, I mean, they weren’t in the room with us and I didn’t see a camera so-”
“They left you in a room alone with All for One.” His eyes narrow. “I’m going to kill them.”
A squeak escapes Izuku, and he frantically waves his arms around. “Please, don’t. I’m fine, I promise. All for One was surprisingly decent to me.”
Tenko forces himself to settle down. “Okay. And then what happened?”
“I took the test, and had to wait a week for the results.”
“When you got pulled from our visit earlier than normal last week, that was-”
“The test results coming in, yes.”
Tenko’s mouth forms an ‘o’ shape, as his brother’s behavior suddenly makes sense. “They came back positive, didn’t they?”
Izuku fidgets with his fingers, face turning red. “Yeah…”
“How did All for One take it?”
“Great,” Izuku says, but he doesn’t sound the least bit happy. Knowing All for One, Tenko can sympathize. “He hugged me, but I felt like I was getting choked out.”
Tenko chuckles.
“It’s not funny!”
“Mhm, yeah, no, you’re right. Totally not funny. But you have to admit that being hugged by the very supervillain that wanted you dead not two weeks ago, is a little funny.”
Izuku pouts. “No.”
Tenko stiffles his laughter, ruffling his brother’s hair. “Anyway, what happened next?”
“I untangled myself from him, bolted for the door, and haven’t gone back since.”
“Smart.” He hums, flicking Izukus’ forehead.
“Ow!” Izuku looks at him, rubbing his forehead. “What was that for?”
“For not using your brain. That could have ended very badly. What if All for One decided he wanted you dead? Huh?”
“Sorry,” Izuku murmurs. “I just…I’ve never had a dad before. I mean, I have All Might, and he's wonderful and patient and all the things I hope to be when I’m older. But The First told me that All for One could be my father, and it’s like nothing else mattered. I had an opportunity to finally put a face to the other person who helped bring me into this world. To finally feel complete. I shouldn’t have done what I did, but I needed closure.”
Tenko should feel betrayed. He should feel rage and resentment, because after everything All for One did to him, Izuku went to see him anyway. But he doesn’t.
He places a hand on Izuku’s head, one finger poised (he no longer has to worry about his quirk, or quirks, but Tenko is so used to being mindful of the placement of his fingers that it’s become second nature). “You….you don’t have to explain yourself.”
Izuku looks at him - eyes shimmering even in the muted fluorescent lights.
“I won’t say I understand. I had a father, and he was….” Tenko searches for the correct word to describe how dysfunctional his dad was. How childhood trauma shaped his dad just like it shaped him. “Traumatized and cruel, but he was there. Even if I sometimes wished he wasn’t.”
“Tenko…”
He sighs, ruffling the boy’s hair. Tenko drops his hand. “You did what you had to do. Just promise me one thing.”
“Yeah?”
Tenko fixes his brother with a stern glare. “Don’t you ever do something that stupid again. Okay?”
“Okay,” Izuku murmurs. “I promise.”
-x-x-x-
Izuku lays down to sleep that night, exhausted but restless. He tosses and turns. The blanket’s scratchy and makes him too hot, but when he pulls it off he’s way too cold.
He huffs, glaring at the water-stained ceiling. One of the (many) downsides of being a part of the recovery team is the accommodations. Due to most of the shelters and bunkers going to civilians and other officials, they’re stuck with the bare minimum of essentials. A shack with a bare mattress, scratchy blanket, and no pillow isn’t the worst place Izuku’s laid down to sleep in the last week. Not that it makes it anymore bearable.
Unable to find sleep, he slides out of bed. Maybe a walk will clear his mind, or at the very least tire him out.
Outside is a mess of half-cleared rubble and piles of dust that Izuku chooses to believe is from the buildings themselves and not ...well, he would rather not think of the alternative.
The night air is cool, a breeze keeps the summer heat at bay. The moon is out tonight, shining down on Japan in all its glory. A fact that Izuku is thankful for, because all the streetlights and storefronts are gone, leaving the street desolate and dark.
Izuku hesitates for a moment. Walking alone at night isn’t a smart move, and he did promise Tenko he would make better decisions. But….
It’s not like he can’t defend himself.
It’s eerily quiet out - something he still hasn’t gotten used to, even all these weeks later. And he has to steel his nerves to keep moving forward.
Izuku hears First before he sees him. “Izuku Midoriya!”
He keeps walking, arms crossed and eyes focused straight ahead. “Hi, First.”
The First floats beside him, ghostly in appearance in the real world. “Don’t, ‘Hi, First,” me.”
“Okay.”
“Go to sleep.” A cold hand grips his shoulder, yanking on his shirt. “You need to get some rest.”
“No.”
“Izuku, it’s not safe out here.”
Maybe it’s due to the lack of sleep or the stress he’s constantly under, but Izuku rolls his eyes. “As if I haven’t been in more dangerous situations.”
The First stares at him - silent. He disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving Izuku alone. And despite his attitude, Izuku isn’t sure if he’s grateful for that or not.
And then, The Second decides to make himself known, and Izuku suddenly wishes to be alone again.
“Oi, boy, what are you doing acting reckless?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” Izuku mumbles, looking at the ground. He hates when Second starts mother-henning him. At least when First or Seventh does it, they’re kinder.
“Oh? So, that gives you permission to run amok in the streets.”
“I’m not running amok. I’m just taking a stroll. It’s no big deal.”
“No big deal? No big deal ?”
Izuku grumbles something under his breath. “I’m fine.”
“You’ll be fine, eventually, once you go to sleep.”
Stubbornly, Izuku keeps moving forward, over debris. Now, he has to stay awake. It’s not smart, and logically he understands the vestiges' urgency. But he would rather eat glass than admit Second might be right.
“Please, kid,” Second pleads, hovering in front of him. “If not for me, then for First. He cares about you. We all do.”
Before Izuku can respond, there’s a loud thud to his right. Danger sense hadn’t activated, so it’s probably not a villain. Still…
“Kid, I think it’s time to go- boy!”
Izuku ignores Second, venturing closer to where he heard the sound.
A half-melted trash can on its side greets him. Its lid lays a few feet away, which is likely the cause of the noise. “False alarm,” he says, over his shoulder. “See? There’s nothing to worry Hmpf!” A hand clamps over his mouth. He struggles, kicking his legs wildly. The hand tightens, and Izuku is pulled to someone’s chest. He throws out blackwhip, trying to strangle the person just enough to free himself.
“Hello, again, Izuku.”
Izuku’s blood runs cold. His eyes widened, and he freezes up, letting blackwhip fizzle out. In his brief moment of terror-struck shock, All for One removes his hand from Izuku’s mouth and places it over his forehead.
He never stood a chance, falling limp in the villain’s awaiting arms.
-x-x-x-
All for One hums, combing his fingers through Izuku’s hair. This feels like a dream. A fantasy come to life. What has he done to deserve such good fortune? He’s been nothing short of terrible since the day he was born - something that usually brings him pride. But this….this is the best thing that has ever happened to him.
If Inko had come to him, instead of running away, he would have considered giving up villany. Maybe not forever, but long enough to see their son grow up. They could have compromised.
But no, she ran away, taking the most precious thing he’s ever had. Taking away his right to be a father. Taking his child away.
The hand combing his son’s hair, suddenly grips the curls. Izuku groans in his sleep, turning his head away. All for One relaxes his hold, chuckling. “Sorry, little one.” He presses a kiss to Izuku’s forehead. “I’m just happy I finally got ahold of you. We can be a family.”
He gives his son one last kiss on the head, standing up.
All for One made sure that Izuku’s bedroom was nicely furnished, before retrieving his son. There’s plenty to do, too. Enough at least that, should he be away for a while, his son won’t grow bored.
He smiles, watching Izuku sleep. His face is angelic, and vaguely reminds All for One both of Inko and Yoichi.
“You’ll be happy here, Izuku. I’m going to take great care of you.”
All for One leaves, closing and locking the vault’s door behind him.
#daddecember2023#daddecember#sfw#dfo au#cross posted on ao3#mha fanfiction#izuku and all for one#vault time#no.15#why didn't you tell me#no.16#vault#originally no.13#changed prompts around#queue
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Dad December - Day Twelve: "Hero & Villain."
Summary: Part two of “Prison Visit.”
Trigger warnings: Mentions of the aftermaths of war, and a character (almost) getting sick.
word count: 1,904
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It’s like the setup of a bad joke. A hero and a villain walk into a room, and the villain turns to the hero and says…
“Scared?”
“No, I’ve had my blood drawn enough times.” Izuku crosses his arms, staring stubbornly at the wall ahead. An exasperated nurse, yanks one of his arms down. She ties a band around it, cutting off his blood supply.
He grimaces. This is always his least favorite part.
All for One clicks his tongue. “Ah, but that’s not what I’m referring to, and you know it.”
The needle slides in once, twice, three times before the nurse finds an acceptable vein. She hums to herself, filling a little vial with blood. He hates how casual everyone is about this blood test. The nurse. The guards. All of them.
“I know exactly what you’re referring to, and I’m honestly shocked that they let you be here for this.” Shouldn’t there be a procedure for this? Allowing the most dangerous criminal in a room with his maybe-maybe not long-lost son (who is also the one person he’s seeking to destroy above all others) can’t be the best option.
But if they already did it once, and nothing happened, why not try it again?
“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m your-”
Izuku cuts him off, waving his one free hand around frantically. “Nuh, uh! No, you aren’t. The test isn’t done yet, so you can’t call yourself that .”
Again, All for One laughs. “I would be more shocked if you weren’t my son.”
Right at that moment, whether by the blood draw, a lack of airflow in the room, or those downright nauseating words, Izuku throws up a little in his mouth. He forces it down.
Thankfully, the blood draw is over relatively quickly. And no sooner than the needle is removed, Izuku is escorted out of the prison. The guard that leads him back to the lobby where All Might’s waiting nervously, tells Izuku that they’ll call him when the results come in.
“How was it?” All Might asks, hovering over his shoulder. His mentor is restless, fidgeting as he questions Izuku.
“Fine,” he answers, shrugging on his jacket. All Might offered to hold it while he got his blood drawn. He looks up at his mentor. “He’s very smug. I wanted to punch him.”
All Might laughs, ruffling his hair. They stand in front of the security checkpoint (one of three). “He is,” he confirms, before his face gets oddly serious. A guard orders them into position, scanning their persons for weapons of any kind. Once the scan is complete, they’re allowed to move along.
Izuku starts to move towards security checkpoint two of three, but All Might grabs his arm. He looks at him. “What?”
“He’s also dangerous. And highly unpredictable.”
Izuku laughs. More out of a need to lighten the situation and less because he thinks it’s funny that not listening to the vestiges is having real world consequences. (His ears are still ringing from the scolding he got from First, Second, and Seventh).
“I’m serious, Young Midoriya. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants.”
I wouldn’t dream of anything more….
Izuku suddenly feels dizzy. Not wanting to admit that he’s in over his head, he gives a curt nod. “I know.”
-x-x-x-
The rest of the week flies by. U.A, while not quite as bad as the rest of Musutafu, is deemed unsafe to hold classes. Not that there’s anyone to teach them (Mr. Aizawa, Present Mic, a few other teachers, and most of the hero classes are recovering in the hospital. While the general education teachers have either fled the country before the war broke out, or are trying to piece their lives back together)...or learn for that matter.
Instead, he spends most of his days helping to recover casualties from the attacks and offering aid where it’s needed. All Might accompanies him, making sure Izuku eats, sleeps, and takes care of himself.
The vestiges, as well, like to mother-hen him. Particularly The First, who will try his best to comb Izuku’s hair with his fingers (“just like his,” he murmurs, face scrunched up in concentration. Izuku pretends not to hear him.) Although, The Second is vying to take that spot.
Izuku’s busy schedule rarely allows freetime, but when he gets some, it’s split between visiting those recovering in the hospital, his mom, and going to see Tenko Shimura (who’s currently being held in a long term care home).
Every Thursday, like clockwork, All Might drives him all the way out of the city. To a place that’s made of rolling hills and lush forests, and virtually untouched by all the destruction wrought by the war. Izuku has no idea what the hospital's called, or what prefecture they’re in.
It’s peaceful, and the perfect place for Tenko to recover.
All Might waits in the lobby while he visits - not ready to face his master’s grandson.
The nurse that guides him through the hallways tells Izuku about how far Tenko has come in only the last few weeks. She sounds proud, and it makes him happy that despite his reputation, the people taking care of Tenko don’t resent him.
Tenko is coloring when he gets to his room. The room is decent - with a bed, a desk, and a small old-fashion TV that plays approved (read: no extreme violence, current events, or anything that could be too triggering for Tenko’s recovery) shows and movies.
“Knock, knock.” Izuku smiles, standing in the doorway.
A smile breaks across his face. Tenko puts his crayon down and looks up. “Hey, Hero Brat! You’re half an hour late.”
Izuku blanches. He waves his hands around. “Ah…sorry. I had to help ration out food, and there was this family-”
Tenko snickers. “You’re so fun to mess with.” He turns back to coloring. “You can sit down if you want. I have a lot to tell you.”
The next hour is filled with Tenko recapping his entire week. He occasionally sounds angry and confused, which Izuku understands on a basic level (but feels a part of himself panic whenever Tenko’s voice starts taking on that villainous tone.)
“So, that’s my life. How about you? I guess things aren’t the best out there, are they?”
Izuku hums, considering his next words. “They could be better.”
“And…?”
“And…what?”
Tenko sighs, swiveling dramatically in his seat to look at him. “That’s all? I’ve been stuck in this facility for weeks now, and I managed to talk your ear off for a solid hour. C’mon I know you have a lot more going on than me.”
“Well…” Izuku thinks of digging through the wreckage to find remains; of trying to comfort screaming babies; of telling a pregnant mother that they have no more food to give her or her children; of no sleep; of nightmares; of the ever-present guilt of not doing more.
He smiles, pushing that out his mind. “I went to Tartarus.” The words fly out of his mouth before he can comprehend what he’s saying.
“Why?”
Izuku fidgets with his fingers, looking down.
“Izuku?”
He looks up.
“Why?” Tenko says again, slower.
“I had to talk to somebody.” Izuku mentally berates himself for bringing up Tartarus, at least Tenko has no idea that the visit was to see-
Tenko’s door opens, a nurse pops her head in. “Midoriya?”
Izuku breaks eye contact with Tenko, though the other boy continues to stare daggers into the side of his face. “Yes?”
“Yagi says it's time to go. Something about test results.”
He nods, and the nurse ducks back out into the hallway.
“I…have to go now.” Izuku pulls on his jacket. “But I promise I’ll explain more next week.”
Tenko scoffs. “Whatever.”
This isn’t how he wanted their visit to go. “Bye, Tenko.”
“You better not be talking to who I think you’re talking to.”
Izuku is halfway out the door, but he pauses for a second. “I’ll see you next week. I promise not to be late again.” Without waiting for Tenko’s response, Izuku hurries from the room and down the hall.
No longer with Tenko as a distraction, he worries about the test results. He talked a big game to All for One, but what if the man was right? What if he is really, truly Izuku’s-
No, he can’t be.
The car ride to Tartarus is long and filled with awkward silence. All Might puts on Christmas music at one point (the only CD in the rental car) even though it’s still July.
Izuku is led into the same examination room as the week prior. This time All for One isn’t in attendance, which he thanks his lucky stars for. A nurse stands in front of him (not the same as last time but equally as mean-looking). She hands him an envelope.
Just as he’s about to pull the paper out, the door swings open. And in steps-
“What’s he doing here?”
“He has requested to be here, and since the higher-ups can see no reason not to…”
Izuku feels offended that his right to privacy isn’t enough reason to keep the villain of villains away from him. “Well, I don’t want him here.”
“Too bad,” the nurse says, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t get paid enough for this. Open the envelope and move along.”
He pouts, and tries his best to ignore All for One’s cooing when he does so. Can the man get anymore insufferable? Wait, no, Izuku doesn’t want to know the answer to that.
He glances down at the envelope. Better get this over with…
Why couldn’t they send this in an email, or call him? It has to be easier than-
His eyes read the words written across the page. His mouth hangs open, and he has to fight the urge to cry.
“What’s it say?”
Izuku smiles. “I’m not your son!” Relief floods his entire body. All this worrying for nothing. He can’t wait to tell All Might that All for One is not his dad.
All for One frowns. “I was so sure that-”
A knock interrupts Izuku’s internal celebration. The nurse answers the door. “Hello?”
An exasperated doctor passes the nurse another envelope. “We messed up. DNA tests got mixed up. The names on the sheet are wrong. That should be the right one.”
Izuku looks down at the paper in his hands. And, just like the doctor said, neither his or All for One’s names are on it.
He’s made to open a second DNA test. This time when he opens it, Izuku makes sure to check that the names are correct.
“No,” he says. “Absolutely not.”
“Why? What does it say?” All for One asks.
Izuku is filled with so much rage he can’t even get the words out. Eventually the nurse takes the paper from him. She smirks. “You are his father.”
Hearing it outloud feels so much worse than reading it. He wants to cry. He wants his mom. He wants First to hug him (his hugs are always so warm). He wants to be anywhere but here.
All for One closes the gap between them, hugging him. “I’m so happy. So, so happy.” His arms wrap around Izuku like vices, and not for the first time he wonders who let the resident supervillain free from shackles. “Things are going to be so much better now. You’ll see.”
Izuku disagrees.
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Dad December - Day Six: "Prison Visit."
Summary: Post-final war arc, Izuku visits All for One in prison.
Word count: 1,950
@daddecember
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All for One watches the doorknob to his prison cell wriggle open with muted interest. As soon as the war ended, he was whisked back to Tartarus. Thankfully, or perhaps insultingly, he was taken to a cell with slightly less security clearance. If he didn’t know any better, All for One would say they weren’t afraid of him anymore. Even though he’s much younger now, they should still know better than to underestimate him.
At least he can move freely.
The door opens. A guard steps in first. “You have a visitor!” He shouts, which feels very unnecessary given that All for One is less than ten feet away.
He racks his brain for who it could be. All Might, maybe? The Blond Oaf isn’t the type to let bygones be bygones. Or maybe someone from the press?
“Oh? Well, who is it?”
The guard holds up a hand, stopping All for One from asking any more questions. “Hold on a second. I have a list of rules and regulations I have to read.”
He groans.
“You, as the prisoner, understand that visitor privileges can and will be revoked for any reason. Some of these reasons may include: the visitor not following the rules laid out to them before, during, or after the scheduled visit. The prisoner trying to kill or otherwise harm the visitor….”
As the guard drones on, All for One zones out.
“On to page eleven-”
“Sir?”
All for One’s head snaps up. His eyes flicker to the doorway, where the one and only Izuku Midoriya stands. He twists his fingers together, staring at the guard with big eyes. It’s kind of amazing to All for One, how Midoriya can go from brave and unwavering on the battlefield to…that.
Not that All for One’s complaining. He’s been meaning to talk with Midoriya, at least before he got thrown back in here. His skittish demeanor and doe eyes remind All for One of a bunny. Besides, he would rather avoid talking to All Might 2.0.
“Midoriya Izuku,” he smiles, ignoring the guard’s warnings to follow the rules.
The guard huffs, whispering something into Midoriya’s ear. He stomps out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
It would be so easy to kill Midoriya right now, but All for One kind of likes not being relegated to a chair forever and ever. And the prison supervisors probably know this. Otherwise, why on earth did they leave the poor boy-One for All user or not-in a room with him?
“All for One,” Midoriya greets, tone somewhat cordial given their previous interactions. “How have you been?” He crosses his arms, still standing across the room.
“You can sit down, you know?” He pats the space beside him, smiling. “I won’t bite.”
“I doubt that,” Midoriya mutters under his breath. “I’m okay standing. I actually prefer the distance.”
“Mhm….well, in any case, I’m fine. Though, I can’t say the same about you. You poor child….when’s the last time you slept? Ate a warm meal? Saw your mother-”
The last one gains a reaction. Midoriya sputters, jabbing a finger in All for One’s direction. “Shut up!”
“Hit a nerve. Sorry.” All for One smirks, watching the Ninth holder of his brother’s quirk fight to restrain himself.
“Either way, I didn’t come here to amuse you. I-I have some questions.”
All for One tilts his head to the side. “And what do I get if I answer your questions?”
Midoriya rolls his eyes, copying All for One and tilting his head to the side. “A million dollars.”
Something about the boy’s tone should set him on edge, make his blood boil, but it doesn’t. It reminds him of his brother (before their fights turned more political), and with Midoriya’s eyes resembling Yoichi’s so much, doubly so.
“Fine,” he sighs. “But you’re going to have to sit down.”
Midoriya stares at him, considering. He finally sits on the ground. The cold, dirty, and quite frankly disgusting ground.
“No, here.” He slaps the spot next to him. “Sit next to me, or this visit is over.”
Midoriya mutters something, but seems to take All for One’s threat seriously. He shuffles over to the bed, sitting as far away as the tight space will allow. Arms crossed over his chest, he glares at All for One. “May I proceed?” Midoriya asks, all cordiality gone.
“You may.”
Up close, All for One can see the bags under Midoriya’s eye; he can sense the bone-weary tiredness radiating off the boy. The kind of tiredness that follows you no matter how many times you rest.
“Well?” He presses when the silence stretches on.
“I- First told me something-”
“I assume you mean, Yoichi. My brother.”
Midoriya shakes his head. “No…I mean, yeah. But he introduced himself as The First One for All user, so I’ll use the title he gave me.” He clears his throat. “Anyway, First was-”
“Does he call you Ninth?”
Midoriya shrugs, acting indifferent. “Sometimes.”
It’s so interesting how this boy can interact with the vestiges….just like him.
“And the other times?”
That question earns All for One an annoyed groan. “Uh….Ninth. Midoriya. Izuku Midoriya….but he only uses my full name if I’m about to do something stupid.”
“Well, considering my brother uses your first name, I’m sure you can use his name. The name I gave him.”
Izuku ignores him (All for One decides they’re on familiar enough terms to use his given name). “Anyway, First,” he pauses, glaring daggers at All for One. “Told me something. And he made me promise that I wouldn’t ask you about it.”
All for One feels a little vindicated in that his brother gets to deal with his successor’s stubbornness. “And then, you ran to ask me right away.”
“Not exactly. I tried to ask my mom-”
“What kind of conversation did you and my brother have?” All for One feels lost, like he skipped three episodes, four books, and a made-to-TV-movie. “And why would you have to ask your mother? Why did the fool not want you to ask me?”
Izuku is silent. He plays with his hands and looks down at his lap. It makes something in All for One feel unsettled. “I know this is odd coming from me, but are you okay? You seem….off.”
“There’s no easy way to say this, but I think you’re my father.”
All for One laughs, falling off the bed. He holds his stomach, rolling on the floor he called disgusting not ten minutes prior. He laughs until he can’t anymore.
“Phew….ha…I haven’t laughed that hard in decades.” But when he looks up at Izuku, the boy seems oddly serious. His eyes are watery and his bottom lip quivers, but he manages to glare at All for One with all the ferociousness taught to him by the previous One for All users. “You are kidding, right?” He pulls himself off the floor, dusting off his prison-issued uniform.
“I…I honestly wish I was.” Izuku stands up. He paces the length of the room - to the door and then to the bed and then back again. “I asked First. I asked my mother. Hell, I even asked All Might. But they all gave me conflicting answers.” All for One listened as the boy devolved into a fit of muttering, pacing getting faster. “Which is understandable. I mean, what’s All Might supposed to know about my family life. He didn’t know me or my mom until I was fourteen. Mom was a little harder. I’ve never asked her about my dad. Didn’t really ever think of him until….And I had that conversation with First, and he said that you’re my dad. Not that I believed him.” Izuku waves his hands around. “I still don’t, but he sounded so sure of himself.
“He often does.”
Izuku ignores him. “But he can’t be right. So, I needed to ask you.”
All for One processes the boy’s ramblings. “Am I your father?”
“Yeah.”
“Come here.” All for One motions Izuku closer.
The boy is hesitant, but eventually listens, leaning in. All for One takes the boy’s face in his hands. He studies Izuku’s face intently. The freckles and green hair are definitely not from him. But those eyes….and eyebrows….and hair…..he narrows his eyes. “What’s your mom’s name?”
“Ah…” Izuku’s eyes widened, panicked.
“I’m only asking to see if I know her. It does take two people after all.”
All for One feels Izuku shudder. “Right. Inko. Her name is Inko.”
A memory, long suppressed, emerges from the confines of All for One’s subconscious. He blanches. “Inko….she has a telekinesis quirk, right?”
“Yeah, and?”
“And it’s easier for me to recognize people based on their quirks.” He doesn’t have to look at Izuku to know the boy’s rolling his eyes at him. “I do remember her. A little over seventeen years ago I had a little fling with my assistant.”
“Did you fire her?”
All for One stares off into space, remembering the brief moment in time that he experienced genuine love and affection. “No, she….she stopped showing up for work. I tried to track her down, but her apartment was empty. It was like she disappeared without a trace. I found her again some years later, but I had that fight with All Might and then….” His eyes flick over to Izuku. “You look just like her.” His tone is soft, fond almost.
Izuku sits quietly, watching All for One intently. Waiting for him to strike. “I’m confused,” he mumbles.
“If you want, you can request a DNA test.” All for One tucks a strand of hair behind Izuku’s ear.
“No,” Izuku says, getting to his feet. “You were supposed to say First was wrong, and that you can’t possibly be my father. You were supposed to laugh in my face, so that I could go back to the vestiges and tell them that I don’t share blood with their murderer.”
“Calm down,” All for One says, a little disappointed (but not surprised) at the boy’s reaction. “I don’t know for sure. That’s what the DNA test will prove, or disprove.” But he is sure. There are too many similarities, too many coincidences for The Ninth One for All user to not be his son. “Though, I’m not adverse to being your father.” He smiles down at his lap, warmth spreading in his chest. “A child of my very own. How precious and dear you would be to me.”
Izuku backs up towards the door. “I…I think it was a mistake coming here.”
All for One stares at the boy. “Order the DNA test, or I’ll order a hit out on your mentor.” The words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them. If Izuku leaves now, then he might not ever know if he’s his father or not. “If it comes back negative, then I guess we have nothing left to say to each other. But if it comes back positive…”
“Then, we also have nothing left to say to each other. I don’t want a relationship with you. I’m almost grown, and All Might has been my father figure for three years now.”
All for One disagrees with that sentiment. If All Might really cared about Izuku, he wouldn’t have let the boy break his limbs over and over. Not that it matters much. If the test comes back positive then, he’ll have a reason to call in a few favors and bust out of Tartarus (a touch quieter than last time).
“Of course,” he says, forcing down a smile. “I wouldn’t dream of anything more.”
#daddecember2023#daddecember#sfw#mha au#dfo au#all for one mha#midoriya izuku#poor izuku#no.6#prison visit
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Tap tap tap.
Afternoon, even without lights or clocks in the white room, it was something she learned to count long before there were warm metal that would burn any other person.
When little laughter and little feet ran around her while chores were to be done.
Rei summoned ice to her fingertips, resting the points on her face, frost forming fast from the three points touching the numb skin, a clogged misty sigh was let out before she let go of her quirk, feeling the warm in her wrists itch like when she had to clean up the rafters of her family house full of dust.
It was a theory that someone in the walls of this "eternal" prison controled dust, that's why the vigilance with cleaning, but Rei could only think of the times all alone in a mansion too big for just four people, so vigilance against bunnies of dust and stains hurried away the boredom.
And as cause of stains, she doubted they would trust any prisoner here. At least not be dumb enough to repeat such mistake if there was before.
Tap Tap Tap.
Her nails were long, before, she would recoil and seek a trimmer immediately, now? Rei doesn't mind, more surface area to spread sharp icecles, but something in this put her in a pensive mood.
Tap Tap Ta-
Noise exploded over, startling Rei, explosions? but there was no vibration in the walls and floors-
Other now, one more, quick on her feet, Rei strained the chain with coords to the front of the cell, black privacy window blacked out most things, but Rei could squint movement and shape into the main hall of their level wing, something was happening, another riot? no, there wasn't something in here that could-
This time, the noise rumbled with vibration, a true explosion that scrapped the outer layed of the glass, scratchy and blurry, but Rei could see into the hall, could see the forms that were swiftly moving around cells, looking for something.
Blinking, realisation fell as Rei noticed, they were the same size of when she meet dear Keigo, this were children moving around like a organized militia party, her heart ached, echoes of phamton laughter ringing in her ears when she reached out, placing a hand against the window.
Her breath hitched, one form separated from the other children in her mind, blue form adorned with ring of wings accompanied by faint glowing horns reminiscent of a broken halo, that covered his face but let his white hair free.
Rei remebers, long memory that was almost worlds away from this ring of hell of her own, a silly story about ringed angels and putting her boy to sleep
The boy she and Endeavour doomed from the start.
Rei pushed a ragged breath in before her quirk bloomed, freezing the glass and beyond that, air dropping humidity to form crystals from point zero, making her breath mist again, but she maintained it, even with her fingers turning blue and the shakles letting out steam that scratched her skin, she couldn't stop.
Shouto knew what it would turn out, he saw Rei do it dozens of times, he would know with the full petals open.
One more moment, and Rei knew it was finished, she held her hands against her chest, blue and frostbite making her hands twitch with the fingers and nubs she had in calous hands.
One more noise without vibrations, and the door fell down to her cell.
"Mom." Was uthered shakily, his mask didn't cover his eyes anymore, and the last of her beating heard shattered seeing the scarred top head, the unfocused eyes she caused.
Rei couldn't do much besides the weak smile to her dear boy. "Hi Shoto. Oh how you have grown..."
He took steady steps, concentration in his face to be near her and reach out to Rei, his hands shook in the air before she took it in her own.
"It's actually you."
Her eyes watered, and weak chuckles spilled from her throat, she brought her hand to his check. "It is. I am so so sorry love. I always knew you were my smart boy Shoto."
He shook his head, shoulders also trembling as he grinded his teeth before speaking up. "No! No don't be sorry. It's not fully your fault! Stop. Please."
She wanted to bit her tongue at the imediate comeback to continue the guilt and apology, but Rei only held her breath, letting it go and bringing his face nearer, kissing his forehead, she breathed in the smell of sweetness and clean out of his hair before sepparating, a smile starting to dot her face.
"Ok. Ok. How bout we get out of here, my smart boy?."
He nodded, quickly turning to the shackles and chains and breaking with ice and fire in his hands, Rei took his hand as the two got out of the peacefull soundproof cell to the chaos of alarm bells and a group acting as a unit and still shouting at each other at every opportunity.
Shouto fixed his mask before also shouting out. "GROUND ZERO. IM GRABBING A EXTRA."
"FINE. YOURE THE ONE FEEDING THEM THOUGH!" The orange one responded, and Rei was already confused, but grabbing her child hand still, Rei could take confident steps with them, could turn the page of this horrible chapter of her life.
Day four of @daddecember
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