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andydrysdalerogers · 10 months

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He’s A Yankee Doodle Sweetheart, But She’s His Yankee Doodle Girl

A Following Team Orders One Shot

Song: Best Day of My Life by American Authors

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: It's Steve's birthday and he doesn't want to celebrate. He just wants a day with his girls. But he should know, always expect the unexpected, especially on your birthday!

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff; SMUT; mentions of traumatic delivery

Mood boards by me but dividers by @firefly-graphics

AN: A surprise one shot to celebrate Steve's birthday. To the people in the States, Happy Independence Day! To everyone else, Happy Tuesday :)

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Steve Rogers doesn’t like his birthday.

Never has.

Never will.

Sure, it lands on the 4th of July and there are fireworks and food, but it’s always about the holiday and not his birthday. So why bother?

He hasn’t been home on his birthday for a few years now anyway, a race is always scheduled during that time. His mother makes an effort to make it out for said race and Olivia has tried to make it special in the seven years they have been together. But he hates that its always overshadowed. So, this year, he asked if they could just not. His mother is staying the states this year and he, Olivia and his girls take a couple of days in Austria.

The night before, his wife lays next to him and they cuddle, exhausted after running after their three-year-old twins. God, he loves his girls, but Davina and Matilda are mini Olivias and well, the world is not ready for them.

As he drifts off to sleep, he dreams of the day when his girls are older and ready to be put into race cars. Liv had retired when they were born, wanting to raise them and allow him to pursue his third championship. They traveled with him now, at least until school starts. Then they would be based in California. They never talked about having another, Liv saying that what they had was perfect. Steve always dreamt of having a son to carry on the Rogers/Williams legacy. But he wouldn’t voice that to Liv. Her pregnancy with Davy and Mattie was difficult at the best of time and at the worst, he almost lost all three. No, he wouldn’t let that dream out. His girls were enough.

His dream morph in the middle of the night into something more pleasurable. Dreaming of his sexy baby momma, riding him hard, soaking him to the bone. He moans in his sleep, fuck it felt so real. She slipped off of him and slide down, taking him in her mouth. She sucked her arousal off of him. Fuck, Livie, baby, such a dirty girl, he moaned. My good girl. He reached for his cock to pump it in his sleep when he felt a tangle of hair bobbing on his rock hard dick. He opened his eyes to see his beautiful wife staring at him as she swallowed him whole.

She popped off as she continues to pump the base of his cock. “Happy birthday Stevie.” She went right back on him as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

“Fuck, Livie, that mouth is so warm, so good,” he praised her like he knew she would like and she moaned, the vibration radiating down over his cock. “Shit, baby, c’mere.” He pulled her off of him and pulled her on top, kissing her hard. He flipped them so he was on top. “You are a naughty one, Bug.”

“Only for you,” she replied with a smirk.

“Fucking love you, Livie.” He kissed her as he spread her legs and slid right into her soaked heat. “Favorite place in the world,” he moaned as he thrusted gently.

Liv sank her nails into his bacl. “More, Stevie, fuck me more,” she moaned.

Steve smiled as he pinned her hands by her head and thrusted harder and deeper into her. “I love you baby so much.”

“I love you. Stevie, shit, gonna come.”

“I’ve got you Liv. Go on, baby. Give it to me.”

Liv arched her back as her legs shook and her release washed over her. Watching Olivia cum was the most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen and always caused him to follow right behind her. He grabbed under her ass to lift her slightly as he chased his end and cummed harder than he imagined.

Their bedroom was silent, bar the heavy breathing as they came down from their highs.

“So, good start to your birthday?”

Steve laughed hard as he held his wife and kissed her head. “The best.”

As Steve stirred his coffee, he smiled as he heard the soft sounds of his girls waking up with Liv. He loved his girls, truly, but they were sassy as fuck. Luckily, he did have his nephew, Simon, Bucky and Natasha’s boy, to get his “son” energy out. A pitter of feet hit the staircase at their vacation home and the girls bounced into the room.

“Happy Birthday Papa!”

“Thank you, my Angels.” He kneeled down to receive their hugs. He pulled back to study his girls. Davy took after him, blonde curls, and his nose. Mattie took after her mother with her dark curls but both girls had his ocean blues.

“Papa, we go for a swim?” Davy asked.

“Gonna make me a picnic?”

“Momma says we will,” Mattie offers. “Pwease papa?”

“Its sounds like a perfect day Angels. But let’s have some breakfast before we get ready, ok?”

The girls scramble to their safety steps to help make breakfast with Steve. He put their bowls out and the fruit they would use. He loved teaching his girls healthy habits in the guise of helping papa with meals. Once he had them settled in their booster with their breakfast, he scrambled some eggs and bacon for himself and Liv.

“Baby, it’s your birthday. I wouldn’t have done it,” Liv says as she comes in, typing her hair up.

“It’s just another day, Bug.” Steve smiled. “Buck, Nat, Frank, Sam and Tony are stopping by later for a drink but otherwise is, this is all I ever wanted for a normal, non-celebration day.”

After jumping and splashing all day with his daughters, Steve relaxed into the daybed chair, his daughters asleep for their nap. Liv came over, beer in her hands for him, a soda for her. “Hey baby.”

“Hi love.” He took one of the beers and clinked with her glass. “It’s so calm here.”

“It is.” She took a slip and laid her head on his chest. She sighed, the sound coming out a little despondent.

Steve frowned as he lowered his sunglasses. “Livie, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Been thinking about stuff.”

“What stuff, honey?”

“Just future stuff. Wondering what you would think.”

“About what?”

“Just,” she sighed again. “Maybe I just miss the girls being babies is all. They are going to be four this year and we have to start thinking about school and stuff…”

Steve smiled softly. “And you miss your babies.”

“And I miss my babies.” She went quiet for a moment. “We never talked about whether we wanted another after…”

“After you and the girls almost died,” he said softly. “Baby, I didn’t want to bring it up because you were so scared after. The post-partum was so bad, and I was just scared that you would spiral again if I brought it up.” He pulled her all the way onto his lap. “Do you?” He swallowed. “Do you want another?”

She looked up at him and gave a small nod. “I mean, if you want.”

“Honey, it’s your body.”

Liv looked at him pensively. “I think I do.”

“I loved seeing you pregnant, and experiencing all the changes, feeling the girls kick,” Steve said with a smile. “So, let’s try for one more.”

She snorted. “One more. You and your super sperm gave me two.”

He smirked. “What can I say? I’m an overachiever.” They laughed and Steve hugged Olivia closer to him.

Maybe this was his chance.

As Liv went to get the girls ready for their guests, Steve was picking up from the art project the girls decided they wanted to make for their aunt and uncles. He loved that his girls got his art skills. The doorbell rang and he went to let his friends in.

“Hey punk, happy birthday!” Bucky reach for his best friend to give him a one arm hug as Simon was in his arms.

“Thanks, jerk. Hey, my little man, how are you?” He took the 18-month-old from his father’s arms and tossed him in the air. It made him excited that he would get to do that with his own little one again in the near future.

“Hey guys,” he greeted as Nat, Sam, Tony and Frank came in. “Liv and the girls will be down in just a few minutes. We had an incident with some finger paints.” He pointed to the art on the table. “There is one for each of you.”

“I’ll take the pink one,” Nat said. “I know they thought of me when they made it.”

“How do you know they weren’t thinking of me?” Frank asked.

As the friends began to bicker, Tony handed a bag to Steve. “Here you go.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” Steve looked at the bag with a sigh.

“It’s your birthday, you get a gift. Them the rules, Rogers.”

“Thanks Tony. No Pepper?”

“She had to head back to the London office early. Something about an Ultron program going haywire,” Tony waived his arm like it wasn’t important. “Anyway, open it.”

Steve opened the bag to see a 25-year-old scotch. “Tony, wow.”

“Figured you might need it with the mini Olivias around.”

“I heard that Shell-head,” Liv said, holding her daughters’ hands as they walked down the stairs. All the girls squealed as their company was scattered around the room. They greeted everyone as they sat to chat and have a couple of drinks.

Mattie grew restless with her sweater. “Momma, can I take this off now?”

Liv bit her lip. “I guess so, baby. Have papa help you.”

“C’mere, munchkin one,” he said as he picked up his daughter and sat her on his knee. “Let’s get this off.” He pulled it off and saw a pink shirt with writing. He pulled it taut and read, ’Rogers #1’

“This is cute,” Steve said. “C’mere Davy, let me get yours off too.” He pulled the sweater off and straightened her own ‘Rogers #2’ shirt. “Very cute Bug.”

“I thought you might like them.” Liv blushed. “I know you said no presents, but I got you something.”

“Bug,” he sighed, “you promised.”

“I know but I think you’re gonna like this one.” She handed him a small blue bag. He took it warily and gave a tight smile. His friends all looked, well kinda smug. He shook it off and opened the bag. Inside was a bracelet box and a blue shirt. He opened the box and froze.

“Livie,” he swallowed, “baby…”

“So, remember in Montreal I wasn’t feeling great,” she started. “Turns out, I’m pregnant.” She chewed on her lip as she waited for Steve’s mind to catch up with his eyes. Eyes that are fixated on the positive pregnancy test in his hands.

“We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby.”

Steve pulled his wife into his arms. “We’re having a baby!” He kissed her hard as the group wolf whistled and yelled out their congratulations.

“You didn’t see the other thing in the bag,” Liv said.

“Don’t much care,” as Steve continues to hold his wife. “A baby. I can’t believe it.”

“But Stevie, you gotta look,” she insisted. Steve rolled his eyes and pulled the blue cloth from the bag. Its smaller than he expected but he shakes it open.

Rogers #3, Like Father, Like Son

“A b- a boy?”

“They did genetic testing, everything is fine,” she reassured him, “but they were able to tell me the gender. Now we have our boy. I know it’s what you wanted.”

“How did you know?”

“I see the way you are with Simon. You’re a brilliant girl dad, Stevie but I know you wanted a boy as well. And now we have both,” she said with a loving smile.

“How far along are you?”

“Eleven weeks. Been dying to tell you but with our schedule and flying and the girls I just didn’t have the chance. Are you mad?”

“Mad? No Bug, I’m not mad.” He kissed her softly. He looked back at his friends who were standing to start hugging. “They all knew?”

“Well, someone, Tony, heard me talking to Mom and your Ma and couldn’t keep his mouth shut. So we set this up because it’s your birthday and…”

He stopped her with a hug. “This has been the best birthday ever.”

“Really?”

“Really. Thank you Livie.”

“Happy birthday daddy.” She pat her stomach as his girls came to hug him around his legs. “We love you.”

Everyone here at the FIA are sending their heartfelt congratulations to Red Bull Racing and their driver Steve Rogers. The team announced that Steve’s wife, former champion Olivia Rogers, has given birth to a healthy baby boy, Christopher James. Team principle, Andy Barber confirmed that mother and son are doing well, and that older siblings Davina and Matilda are excited to have their brother join the family. Rogers is set to return to defend his third world championship in March in Bahrain. We wish the Rogers family all the best!

#andy's shenanigans #andy's hea #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut #following team orders #following team orders one shot #chris evans au #steve rogers #steve rogers au #steve rogers smut #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x ofc Olivia Williams-Rogers #formula one au #happy birthday Steve #Happy Birthday Cap

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quinloki · 2 months

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Hello Quin, I hope my question doesn't bother you.

Will you maybe make another "Forget me not"-Event in the future? I really liked the different intensities of angst :)

Not a bother at all \o/

I have some requests still in my ask box actually, and a few more from events before that.

My intent, and plan, is to get to them and toss them up at least on tumblr over the next couple months. I was going to start doing so in February, but between general February-ness and focusing on finishing up Birds of a Feather, I just didn't manage to have time for it.

That said with no events planned for April or May, and no work needed from me for the event in June, I should be able to tie off the stories I want and knock out a few more Forget Me Nots, Host Club Requests AND last year's birthday requests (but I might just save those as bonuses for this year's birthday event >.> ) before this July.

Because I enjoy writing them - but i'm also trying not to burn out over them either. Balance is key ^_^

(I really love the different levels of angst too, they're so fun to write!)

Thank you for the ask \o/ and thank you for your patience too =3

#quin answers #anon asks #event shenanigans #birthday request event #One Piece Host Club AU #Forget Me Not Event 2024

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stingslikeabee · 6 months

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It was known as Queen's Day ( or so Daigo affectionately called it ). Every year, on the day of Melissa's birth, Koutetsujima celebrated their King's wife ; the affair doubled as a sort of winter festival, while the weather was still serviceable to be out in. Daigo had declared the holiday official his first year as the new ruler of the islands, and it was secretly his favorite. All of Koutetsujima's citizens dressed traditionally, with Melissa's ladies helping her into her formal robes and pinning up her hair. The court reaffirmed the royal couple's marriage as well as their loyalty to the Queen and pricked their thumbs to stamp in blood on the scrolls stating so. Once the formalities of the day were through, Daigo took Melissa ( and their young children, each corralled and in the appropriate attire ) to the castle grounds. They were alive — with lanterns, fire pits, little games for anyone's amusement, classic Koutetsujima music, and warm foods. All of the royal family's friends and allies from the islands were in attendance, milling about and laughing.

Normally, Daigo and Melissa would stand in the entrance. This year, though, the former renegade prince had other plans. As they entered to applause and a swell of song, the King motioned for Mine, who was standing near, to take the children for a few moments. He was a sour - faced but secretly doting babysitter. Grinning, Daigo wrapped his arm around Melissa's waist and pulled her toward a knot of people.

"I have a surprise for you," he whispered, ducking his head down toward her. His dark eyes gleamed with his sense of purpose. "Where is . . . — ah."

Suddenly, the King stopped. His gift to his wife became clear the moment she turned around. Azumi Akiyama, Melissa's closest friend — and a face entirely unfamiliar to Koutetsujima. Even when her husband visited for diplomatic events, the Lady Akiyama preferred not to. She was always too scared to leave the Solarian palace in hands besides her own, and the rocking of boats made her horribly sick.

"Monaka," Azumi breathed. The blonde moved a little stiffly in the robes she wore, unused to the fabrics. She entwined her fingers with Melissa's, smiling. Two steps behind her was the Lord Akiyama himself, as well as their children.

"Your husband finally persuaded me to give the trip a try," Azumi said softly. "It was awful, as I expected, but he was right about one thing. Seeing your face right now is worth every hour." The noblewoman giggled and squeezed Melissa's hands. "Happy birthday, Melissa, from all of us. Daigo, Shun, myself — we are all so fond of you."

Daigo nodded. "She is right, as I have learned she usually is," he added, chuckling. "It is not the way of my home to speak with such openness, but the sentiment is true." The King's expression grew a touch more tender as his gaze returned to Melissa. "This land and yours are blessed to have you, my Queen."

( as am I. )

unscripted asks - birthday edition! . always accepting

In plans made many, many moons ago, Melissa had agreed to lend the renegade prince her own strength and army to overthrow the infamously cruel ruler of the neighboring kingdom and who threatened Solaris with war, should it spread; in exchange, Daigo had offered what he had of most importance: himself, as the heir. Originally, they had briefly discussed the possibility of unifying the lands and perhaps settle all conflict for good.

Now, Melissa was able to see the error of their ways - at least, of her own. Koutetsujima had its own traditions, beliefs and valorous people who were not inferior to any of their neighboring nations. Much of what she had known then had been steeped in prejudice and bias, in no small amount thanks to the way Sohei had ruled over his subjects with little to no compassion.

But during her marriage with Daigo, they had divided their time between both kingdoms - as the reigning queen of one country but a consort of another, Melissa had come to make the journey by sea more frequently than she had ever dared to dream as a child, and started to consider the hallways made of stone as a second home. It was different from Solaris - as it would always be - but it was growing on her; the food, the colorful ink, the intricate layers of clothing, the warmth of the people liberated to live according to their own traditions... It was all just lovely to see.

For some reason, to know the locals genuinely appreciated her as a person felt special; Melissa had never wished to be seen as an oppressing power from abroad, but she had come to terms with whatever reputation was required of her. It was fortunate that now the queen was welcomed into their arms, even if she kept some things secret - the tattoo was for family only, and the traditional robes only worn at the islands.

To be out and surrounded by the islanders was met with an easy smile and a trademark greeting from the queen - one Melissa had mastered and which followed the native custom. The woman was careful to walk just side by side with Daigo and never ahead, movements slower and more graceful than those of a warrior - the fact she was always extra careful around the heavily decorated kimonos helped, of course.

But when Daigo steered them to a different place, Melissa frowned - but only until the golden locks of her best friend gave away the identity of the mysterious guests, the queen losing composure for a second to immediately hold the hands of the one person who had been more of a sister to her than her own blood. As fate would have it, Azumi and Melissa had been afforded a luxury that their children now enjoyed, but which was not extended to the younger twins also descended from Eleanor, even if the current monarch cared for them deeply.

"You are... Here. By the Goddess, Azumi. I had never once considered..." the woman trailed off, a radiant grin on her face also gracing Daigo when the king spoke of his own part in the arrangement. In response to his evident tenderness, a lot of affection was in Melissa's own honeyed eyes, and she mouthed a love declaration for him in his own native tongue before turning around to Azumi once more, admiring her looks in the local style - as well as the of the one of her husband and children.

"I know this was no small endeavor for you all, as well for precious Beau. But it really means the world to me that you have all endured the journey. And, for what is worth - you all look beautiful dressed like this; I have no doubt that Niran agrees with me," the queen smiled softly at Azumi's oldest child - not by birth, but ferociously protected by her and Shun, and who looked delighted to be there. A refugee who could feel at peace to return to his homeland was a treasured birthday offering, too.

Sighing deeply, the woman turned to Daigo, releasing one of the hands from her friend to take his in return - perhaps a touch too forward for the locals, but they had grown used to some concessions. There was a day for the queen, after all, when none had been afforded such honor before.

"And you, my lord husband, is surely the greatest gift I could ever ask for - either of my Goddess or your venerable deities."

#dojimakaichou #v: Yakuza ; medieval AU #birthday shenanigans 2023!#replied #this was so adorable ;--;#Daigo giving her an entire day!! unheard of!!#she's just happy his people like her too ;A;

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abloomingsunflower · 9 months

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"Happy birthday Vivi!"

Happy birthday to the silly little gal, I drew this for her <3

Arti bought a PS5 for you, followed with pastries and many things

E.L.A Vivi by @starvivi

#a sunflower in full bloom au #evil lux au #artemis [e.l.a]#vivi [e.l.a]#arti and vi shenanigans >:)#happy birthday vivi!

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haloburns · 2 years

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👀 forced reveal fic you say??

oh MAN this one is an oldie. i really wish i could say it was going somewhere, but i honestly forgot what post it was based on. however, have a snippet!

Like everything else in his life, it had started with an accident.

One would think that after saving the planet, there would’ve been a grace period. A time where ghosts stayed in the Zone and let Danny simply exist for a few beautiful, quiet, peaceful moments.

Not in Danny’s life! No sir, nothing is ever that easy for him. Which is how he ended up convulsing in agony on the floor in first period English.

The day had started like normal. Danny woke up, grabbed a Pop-Tart on the way out the door and flew off to school, expertly avoiding his parents. Things hadn’t been easy, per se, since Jazz had left for college, so Danny did what he was good at: he avoided the problem until it would come back around and bite him in the ass. Once he arrived at school, he met up with Tucker and Sam at their normal meet-up tree, and they walked into the building together. Dash slammed him into a locker with some vague threat Danny tuned out, Kwan slapped his books out of his hand, and Star insulted his outfit. All in all, a normal Tuesday.

The first hint that something was wrong should’ve been the ungodly sneeze. His face, hidden in his locker, stared open mouthed at the neon green ooze now covering his locker. He had never sneezed out ectoplasm since his accident. Not even slightly neon normal snot! His nose continued to itch, and Sam made an offhand comment about allergies, since it was the first warm week of the new year. Danny felt it was necessary to point out that he didn’t have allergies, before or after his half-death. It would be weird to develop them now. His friends just shrugged, out of suggestions for the weird sneeze. He sighed and Tucker helped him clean up the ectoplasm coating his locker with the Fenton Thermos. They set out for first period together, Tucker and Sam starting up an old argument from yesterday.

The second hint that something was wrong should’ve been the sound of Paulina bragging. It never boded well for anyone.

“Aren’t these just gorgeous?” she asked her gaggle of friends, obviously fishing for compliments. “They’re flowers for Phantom, fresh from this flower stall I passed this morning!”

See, Sam pointed out with one perfectly arched eyebrow at Danny. It must be those flowers, she said with only a look. (Danny later cursed Clockwork, the Ancients, and a few extra deities that Sam was right as often as she was.)

For the first time in a long time, Danny showed up to first period on time. Early, even. If Lancer’s raised eyebrows were any indicator, he was also shocked. Danny slumped into his desk near the front of the room, letting Sam and Tucker’s arguing wash over him. He was rather enjoying the relative peace and quiet of his morning.

But, of course, it couldn’t last because the universe had it out for Danny, he was sure.

Right as the final bell rang, Paulina swept into the room in a more-dramatic-than-usual fashion. Initially, he didn’t see what was going on because he was staring at the ceiling tiles trying to figure out what he was going to do after school if everything remained quiet. Another sneeze crawled up his nose and panic quickly followed it because he couldn’t hide an ectoplasm sneeze in the open classroom. He dove for his backpack, hoping to at least contain it somewhat, when his eyes caught on the large bouquet in Paulina’s hands. What little color he had left in his face drained out.

“These are so lovely,” she giggled as she swept over to her seat. “I can’t wait to give them to Phantom!”

Sam was the first one to speak, her shock wearing off faster than her friends’.

“Are you trying to kill him?”

“What do you mean?” she sneered as she turned around quickly. Danny gagged as the bouquet swept in his direction, causing pollen to fall off of them and blow in his direction. But, due to his shitty luck, Paulina had essentially trapped him. She stood to his left, flowers aimed at him, blocking the only normal way out of his seat so she could glare at Sam, one hand on her hip.

“Those are blood blossoms, Paulina,” Sam said with a roll of her eyes. “They’re toxic to ghosts.”

“How do you know that, freak?”

“Class, it’s time to get started,” Lancer called from the front of the room.

“Sam,” Danny warned in a tight voice. The longer he spent next to the blood blossoms, the more likely something bad was going to happen.

“What’s wrong with you, Fenturd?” Dash asked as he gave him a disgusted look.

“Allergies!” Tucker piped up. “Yeah, Danny’s super allergic to pollen.”

“Of a ghost toxic plant?” Star asked, scoffing.

“...Yeah, because of his ectocontamination,” Tucker supplied quickly. Everyone knew that Danny had a weird amount of ectoplasm in his system somehow, because of how crazy his parents were, and so that helped explain away most of his weird shit.

That wasn’t going to work today.

“Guys!” he gasped, gripping the edge of his desk so hard, his knuckles were as white as his gloves.

“Paulina, MOVE!” Sam said, panic rising in her voice as she looked over at her best friend. She slipped in between the desks and shoved Paulina out of the way.

Danny collapsed to the floor as he tried to scramble away, now that there was an opening. He was gasping for air and trying not to gag on every inhale. Paulina shrieked at Sam touching her, flailing like it was anything more than just a light shove.

The class couldn’t decide where they wanted to look: the cat fight brewing between Sam and Paulina, a long time coming, or the weird Fenton kid that was having some kind of freakout on the floor.

Three things happened all at once:

1) One of the flowers came loose from the bouquet and fell towards Danny.

2) Mr Lancer cried, “Flowers for Algernon, people, what is going on?!”

3) Danny watched his half-life flash before his eyes--no, wait. That was really a flash--

the end

no seriously, that's where it ends. i have no idea where i was going with it. i reread it recently, and i really like it! but this is so not my brand of fic. i started this before i started the au in earnest i believe??

#long post #au birthday shenanigans #the world is having more fun than me tonight series #danny phantom #ecto fics #ecto writes #my writing #my fics

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poppyseedspshelpmesleep · 8 months

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Finally something new!!! Lol. Chapter Four will be going up on AO3 shortly.

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The Chosen One

Chapter Four | Where is Kakashi?

“What do you mean, you can’t find him?!?”

Minato ducked his head, trying not to wilt at his girlfriend’s scolding. A tiny part of him still grew warm at the thought of Kushina being his girlfriend now but not the time, he grimaced.

“I’d thought it would be a good exercise, Kakashi got to practice his stealth while Obito and Rin worked on tracking by trying to find him, but, well…”

Kushina froze, expression blank and hair deceptively still. Minato could feel a shiver run down his spine.

“The Hatake excel at tracking, Minato. If you told Kakashi to hide. He.Will. HIDE!” Kushina’s voice grew as she spoke, and Minato winced.

“I- really didn’t think he’d hide so well, not so quickly. I didn’t even get a chance to see where he went.”

“You’re the one telling Sakumo-sensei his son is missing.”

“Wait-”

*////*

“How can a seven year old be so fast??”

“I mean," Rin huffed "he is a chuunin.”

Obito sniffed, but didn’t complain further. When Minato-sensei had first given them this assignment, he’d thought it’d be fun. It was basically hide-n-seek! And when they found Kakashi, the boy’s amazement at their tracking skills might even be enough to convince him to join them for Dango!

Except they never found Kakashi. Morning came and went, and they were well into the afternoon now. He and Rin had given up on finding their teammate around lunchtime, and Minato-sensei had told them he’d get Kakashi almost three hours ago. And still, nothing.

“Still, it is concerning that Minato-sensei hasn't found him yet.” Rin sighed, obviously worried.

Obito frowned, looking up at the sky. The sun would be going down in a few hours since it was winter, and looking for Kakashi in the night wouldn’t work with a new moon.

“He probably fell asleep somewhere or already went back to his house.” The Uchiha scuffed at the ground, crossing his arms behind his head.

Rin didn’t look at him as she said, “Maybe we should ask for help from the police force, or a Hyuuga.”

Obito dropped his arms, spinning to look at her. “No way! Minato-sensei’s got this! I’m sure!”

“I don’t know Obito, what if something happened to Kakashi? He might be a chuunin, but sensei’s a jounin, what if something happened to him?”

The concern is Rin’s voice was clear, and Obito’s shoulders dropped. “One more hour. Let’s give him one more hour before asking for help from the police force.”

Rin smiled, “Let’s keep looking, too! Maybe Kurenei or Anko have seen him?”

Obito shook his head. “If any of the others have seen him, it’s probably Gai.”

“Let’s go then!”

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“Sensei!”

“Minato-sensei!”

The blonde turned around just as they reached him, and Obito let himself hope that maybe their teammate had been found and everything was fine.

But Minato only stared at them before sighing, “I don’t suppose you’ve found Kakashi either?”

Rin groaned. “That’s what we were going to ask you!”

Obito felt like laying in a heap on the floor. “We went around asking the other teams but they saw nothing!”

“And when we tried looking for Gai we couldn’t find him either.”

“So we went and told the police force-”

Minato paled. “Wait, what- You told, why-” a deep breath, “Kids, I appreciate it, but there’s no cause for concern yet.”

“But sensei! We ran into Inuzuka Tsume and she couldn’t find a trace of him!”

“Yea!” Obito nodded. “So the police force is looking for any trace to make sure he wasn’t kidnapped or something.”

Minato only shook his head at the ground, murmuring what sounded like ‘falsities’? Then looked up at them and said, “Kushina’s talking to Sakumo-san right now, I’m sure this is just another trait of Kakashi’s, and his father will be able to find him.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. Little Kakashi has his ways of avoiding even the White Fang when he wants to.” The trio turned at the sign of Orochimaru’s voice, and Minato visibly brightened.

“Could you help us find him?”

“No.” And the sannin walked away. Minato let out a small whine and hung his head, a gloomy aura surrounding him. “I’m doomed,” Obito heard him say, and he winced in sympathy.

*////*

Meanwhile…

“I did it! Rival, I have climbed up and down the monument 10 Times Before the sun sets and- oh.”

Gai fell silent as he took in his friend’s prone form, noting the steady rise and fall of his chest. Kakashi fell asleep.

He huffed, then sat where he was, facing the village.

“The view from up here really is nice, rival.”

Kakashi didn’t answer. When Gai turned to look at him, he noted the clouds had parted, and the sun’s rays were giving Kakashi a rather cozy-looking glow. The rock must be warm, Gai thought, and put his hand down to check. Not scalding, and stone may not be the softest surface, but he could see how his friend would decide this was a good enough place for a nap.

Gai smiled, looking out to the village again. It seemed like there was a lot of foot traffic all of a sudden, maybe everyone had decided to enjoy the afternoon outside?

It certainly was nice for a winter day, even if he still thought Spring was better. Certainly, the view from atop the hokage monument would be all the better once color bloomed back to life all around them!

Gai couldn’t wait for the day!

*////*

Sakumo felt like pulling all his hair out.

“I’m terribly sorry for this, sir. We have a team of ours along with some volunteers continuing the search into the night but so far we’ve found no trace.”

“I just want to ask why no one thought to tell me about this earlier?”

Minato’s shoulders hid his ears and Kushina sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck.

“I got distracted looking for him myself, ya know?”

“We both know you were with Mikoto.”

“I was with Mikoto.” Kushina hung her head.

Sakumo shook his head and turned to the police officer. “Thank you officer, but I can take it from here. Please call everyone off. My son is fine.”

“With all due respect, Hatake-san, the fact that we haven’t found trace of your son is very concerning and we are required to continue investigating for the good of the village.”

“I understand that, but Kakashi is right behind you so I really don’t think you need to keep looking for him.”

“Wha-”

“Daaaad,” Kakashi whined, stomping his foot. “I was going to avoid Minato-sensei! Now that they’ve found me I lost the game!”

“Game? Game??” Minato crouched on the floor. “Kakashi, I gave you an exercise that was supposed to end before lunch.”

“Oh.”

Child and teenager stared at each other. Then, “So I won?”

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