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realcube · 3 years

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LEAVING MIDORIYA

part one (nsfw) | part two

tw// mentions of toxic relationships, drinking & mention of a bombing

honestly, if you were given enough time you probably could’ve figured it out on your own — without the assistance of a psychiatrist — but exactly one appointment later, you were left with the disheartening realisation that you weren’t having ‘bad dreams’ and the marks on your body weren’t inflicted by yourself during slumber. eventually, the fact set in that it was your sweet, gentle fiancée who was the cause of all these things.

this whole time, you were under the impression that you were the problem, that there was a malicious part of you that wanted to paint deku out to be some sort of villain; and now you were finally made aware that a villain is exactly what he is.

it was a hard conclusion to come to but the initial wave of relief you felt was enough to make you act on it quickly, as the more you waited around and let the fact sink in, the more you doubted whether or not to take action. but reasoning isn’t what you need right now, you just need to get away from him.

where will you go? you had no idea, but any where away from him is good enough.

midoriya didn’t even get enough time to try fill your head with even more lies. you came marching into the apartment with the intention of ignoring everything he says and simply pack your stuff so you can leave. no matter how much he screamed, begged or yelled, it was like trying to hold a conversation with a brick wall hence he eventually gave in, leaving you to collect your things in peace as there was clearly no way he was going to get through to you.

you left without another word — not even a goodbye — and you were sure to sneak your engagement ring out with you. although it made you sick to look at, realistically you might need the cash since as soon as you stepped outside your shared apartment with your shit in bags, you were officially homeless.

no need to worry though, you had arranged to stay the night at a friend’s house until tomorrow morning, then you could catch the train to your parent’s. from there, you’d stay with them until you manage to find a new apartment within your price range.

one problem; your friend just texted you saying that they have to retract their offer because their landlord doesn’t allow over two people to sleep in the same dorm, and they already have a roommate. very unfortunate but hey, what can you do? plus, they apologised and offered to pay for your hotel but you reassured them that their money wouldn’t be necessary.

now sitting outside your old apartment complex, scrolling through your phone looking for the nearest hotel. since both you and deku were well-paid pro-heroes and bought a penthouse in a rather affluent area, it was no surprise that most of the hotels that were reasonably close were from 4-5 stars.

although a 5-star hotel room for one night really wasn’t necessary, the post-breakup adrenaline was telling you otherwise. it also told you that treating yourself to a shopping spree, getting wine drunk at a bar and then shuffling back to the hotel with mcdonald’s take-out was a great idea!

those emotional discussions you had with complete strangers must’ve really gotten to you because when you opened your front camera to take some pictures, you immediately grimaced at the sight of your mascara staining your cheeks. you were lazing around in the hotel lobby surrounded by name brand gift bags — waiting for your room key — looking like that? how embarrassing.

quickly wiping away your tears, you put on a pair of designer sunglasses you brought earlier to shield your smudged eye-makeup from the world. not that you cared what anyone in this damn lobby thought of you anyway, you were only going to be here for one night, after that you would never see most of these people again. or at least, that is what you thought.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw flashing lights which prompted you to take out your earbuds but once you did, you instantly regretted it as all you heard was screaming and yelling from the entrance. looking up, you noticed an average-looking guy wearing a skull tank top resembling the fashion sense of a middle schooler, being followed by a mob of screaming fans, paparazzi and gossip channel reporters.

“dynamight! thank you for everything!”

“you deserve to be number one!”

“we are here at scene, pro-hero dynamight has just been seen entering what appears to be his five star accommodation, wearing his signature blac--”

the loud noises were suddenly muffled as the doorman shut the entrance behind him, leaving things just as they were, except now there was a muscular blond man encircled by bodyguards staring daggers at you.

in any other situation, you would’ve just tried your best to ignore him but some of that liquid courage was beginning to get to you, so your reaction was to snarl right back at him, yelling across the hall, “take a picture, why don’t ya? it’ll last longer.”

only upon processing your reply did the man finally snap out of his trance and storm up to, being hastily followed by his guards who looked as though they were ready to throw down at any given moment, so of course you cowered back in your seat, apologies waiting on the tip of your tongue, ready to spill until his face was hovering centimetres away from yours.

your throat ran dry at his unexpected action, your eyes scanning over his chiselled features through the tint of your glasses. in a turn of events, you were now the one speechlessly staring at him. then, a deep chuckle erupted from his throat, causing the shock to show on your expression.

“i knew i recognised you! you’re stupid deku’s girlfriend- fiancée or whatever; i saw the invite for your wedding in my mail and i just got a look at your face before i threw it away. small world.” the blond continued to laugh, talking to you as if you were an old friend of his despite the fact you’ve never seen him before in your life, “anyway, you like a hot fuckin’ mess. where’s deku?”

why was he talking to you so casually? and how dare he say that!

“first of all,” you started, peering over your glasses to gaze at his face without the rose tint but to no avail, you still had no idea who this man is. using the soles of your palm, you pushed him away by the shoulders as he was a bit too close for comfort, but that resulted in all his guard looking at you with murderous glints in their eyes. “deku and i broke up--”

“when?” he cut you off

“let me finish.” you glared at him, fixing your sunglasses, “we broke up this morning. secondly, who the fuck are you?”

the man looked like he was ready to burst out laughing once again until he had a visible realisation, “eh, well, we’ve never met before but i’m sure deku has told you about me. if not, you’ve probably seen me in the news; i saved around a thousa--”

“no, i’ve not watched the news for, like, the past six months.” this time, you cut him off with a mischievous smirk which you tried your best to conceal.

“bitch! let me fuckin’ finish!” he barked, then had a sudden change in demeanour as he let out a sigh, momentarily silent as he scanned the surrounding area, “i’m bakugo. kastuki.”

your reply of a blank stare spoke a thousand words.

“y’know, dynamight.”

who?

“the number two hero!”

nothing.

“the one who saved that whole airline from blowing up just a week ago! c’mon, it was all over the fuckin’ news!”

“you look like a hotter version of my old maths teacher. oh, and i’m (y/n) (l/n).” was the only verbal response he was able to get out of you, even after all his explaining.

“why do you i feel like you are sayin’ that just to piss me off?” he muttered to himself through gritted teeth, followed by a sharp inhale which you assumed was an attempt to calm himself down. his carnelian eyes darted around the room, halting once he raised his arm to view his watch. his brows knitted together as he read the time, forming a concentrated look which was short-lived as his face was quick to relax, emphasised by a slight shrug as if to say ‘i’ve got time’, before slumping down on the couch next to you.

“so why did you and shitty deku break up?”

“i may be a bit tipsy but i’m not just gonna tell that sorta stuff to a complete stranger.” each syllable felt like it had to be forced out one at a time, but you’d rather that than slur you speech as bakugo seemed like the type to poke fun at you for it.

“i just wanna know how badly he fucked up this time.” bakugo smirked, propping his elbow up on the back of the couch to turn and look at you, “eh, i don’t think we’ll be strangers for long.”

there was a certain purr in this voice which sent blood rushing to your cheeks as you never expect someone like him to come on so strong. not that you were complaining, i mean, being in his presence during a time like this felt like a gift from god but you weren’t going to let him know that. it’d only add to his already massive ego so you decided to ignore his suggestive behaviour, opting to show disinterest instead, “hm, you think?”

it was almost comical how fast bakugo’s cocky smirk fell into a frown. honestly, he wasn’t used to people that he flirts with rejecting him, considering that he rarely ever makes moves on anyone. so, now what did he do? due to the foreign nature of this situation, bakugo felt as though he was left with no choice but to bargain, since he’s far from a quitter, “oi, what that supposed to mean?”

you shrug.

bakugo clicked his tongue along with a roll of his eyes before he said, “how ‘bout this; i pay for your room tonight and in exchange we can get to know each other tomorrow.”

“i can pay for my own room though.”

bakugo deadpanned, he honestly thought he had won but apparently not. perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to hit on someone who had just gotten out of a relationship but whatever. “you’re impossible.” he spat, getting up from the couch and marching away, presumably to his room.

he tried to brush off the encounter like it never happened, reassuring himself that he didn’t have to think much of it as he could get with anyone else. plus, you’d probably come crawling back to him, begging to fuck once you get over deku anyway.

and he was half right.

eventually, you came to the realisation that both you and bakugo have one thing in common — a hatred for deku. and as it turns out, hatred provides a good groundwork for friendship.

#deku angst #izuku angst #bakugo x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x y/n #midoriya angst #👾angst #i'll probably have to make a part 4 for this to make sense

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callboxkat · 5 years

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(Un)Broken - part 3

Author’s note: I’m back! It’ll be at least a week before you guys get another part, but have this one for now. :)

Warnings: self deprecation, headache mention, doctor mention, injury mention, food mention

Word count: 1579

Masterpost in the notes!

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Patton walked into his apartment and quietly shut the door behind him. He slid the lock into place, then leaned back against the door with a soft sigh. He didn’t know why he was upset. He should be happy, shouldn’t he? He’d spent the evening bowling with his friends, after all.

He just kept remembering that moment, when he’d cheered about Logan knocking down those two pins—because Logan had been having a really hard time, and it was the first time they’d hung out together having fun like they had before his injury, and Patton had just been so excited to see him finally hit some pins! Logan, though, had clearly not been nearly as excited. Patton had seen how he rolled his eyes. Probably thinking that Patton was making fun of him. But Patton would never do that—Logan was one of his favorite people in the world!

Patton traipsed over to his sofa and threw himself onto it heavily, facedown on the cushions.

He knew that it was dumb. It was just one little thing, one little eye roll. It just hurt him to think that Logan might have thought poorly of him, even for a second.

He was distracted from his wallowing when his phone chimed its text tone at him. Patton reluctantly rolled partway over, just enough to grab his phone from his pocket and bring it up to his face.

Oh! It was Logan! Patton quickly swiped to open the message. It was a group text, sent out to all of them.

Logan: I greatly enjoyed our excursion to the bowling alley this afternoon. I hope that everyone else had as pleasant of a time as I did.

A second message popped up a minute later.

Logan: My apologies if I somehow lessened anyone’s enjoyment of the evening. I understand that especially while I am still in recovery, I am not the most ‘fun’ person to be around. Thank you for inviting me along.

Patton started furiously typing, but a series of other messages were already flooding in from Joan, Virgil, and Roman, all telling Logan that they’d had fun too, and yelling at him for implying that he’d somehow made the evening any less fun. Patton sent off his own message anyway, and as soon as he did, the notification that Talyn was typing their own response came up. Good. Logan didn’t get to talk bad about himself! Not on their watch!

Several long minutes went by, and then Logan responded.

Logan: Perhaps I misread the situation. Thank you for your assurances. It will not be necessary to ‘march over to my house’, ‘physically fite’ me, or hug me so tight that you ‘wring out the nerdiness’

Logan: Additionally, Virgil, I feel the need to remind you that Patton may decide to physically fight you if you continue to insist that gloominess is your area of expertise.

Patton paused, then scrolled up. He must have missed that message in the barrage of notifications. He found it—Virgil didn’t get to be self-deprecating either!—then scrolled back down to reply.

Patton: I will! I’ll fite both of you if I have to!!!

Virgil: Ok Pat chill, no fighting necessary

Patton: Good!

Roman: We should go bowling again. You all only got a glimpse of my skills.

Roman: (Virgils dont interact)

Virgil’s and Logan’s replies came through simultaneously.

Logan: I do think I would enjoy another such outing.

Virgil: You can’t stop me

The chat devolved into banter after that, mostly between Virgil and Roman. Patton just read the messages as they came through, not replying, until the others had to leave.

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Monday rolled around all too quickly for Patton’s taste. He didn’t particularly want to get up early today, to go to class—one of them was math, after all—but he supposed there were bright sides. He did also have an art class today, and he would get to see his friends at lunch! He just preferred Tuesdays and Thursdays to the other three days of the school week because he had his actual classes with his friends.

Patton struggled through his morning class, which felt like it was moving at a glacial pace. He felt like he’d been there for so long. But finally, the bell rang; and with immense relief, he traipsed down to the cafeteria to meet his friends.

“I don’t blame you,” Roman said when Patton had finished sharing today’s math class woes. They and Virgil were sitting together, eating lunch in the cafeteria. “When are you ever going to need to know how to calculate a third derivative?”

“Exactly,” Patton sighed, putting his head down on the cafeteria table. “But it’s required, for my major….”

“You—you could always ask Logan for help,” Virgil suggested after a moment. “He’s pretty good at math.”

“Uh, yeah, I sure hope he is,” Roman said, his tone of voice mimicking that of a certain well-known six-second-video. “He’s a math major.”

Patton shook his head, but he did so without lifting it off the table, so it was more like he just rolled it morosely from side to side. “I don’t wanna bother him. He’s still got his concussion thingy to deal with.”

“C’mon, Pat, it couldn’t hurt to ask,” Roman said. “Besides, he could do derivatives in his sleep. Concussion or not.”

Patton just let out a soft, extended whine. If he hadn’t still had his head down on the wooden table, he would have seen Virgil and Roman glance at each other.

He felt a gentle poke on the top of his head. “What’s up?” Virgil asked.

“He’s gonna think I’m dumb,” Patton mumbled.

“Why would he think that?” Roman sounded genuinely confused. Patton could hear Virgil’s chair creaking as he shifted.

“Because he already does,” he heard himself whine. He knew he should just stop talking, but… whoops.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Virgil argued.

At the same time, Roman said, “That’s preposterous!” He normally had a habit of pronouncing it like ‘perpostrous’, which annoyed Logan to no end. He was pretty sure Roman did it on purpose at this point, evidenced by the fact that he said it correctly this time, when Logan wasn’t there.

“Logan knows you’re not dumb,” Virgil continued. “And it’s not like he hasn’t helped you before. What’s up?”

Patton sighed, gathered his willpower, and lifted his head from the table, sitting up. “I… I guess you’re right,” he sighed. He forced his features into a meek smile. “Sorry, kiddos. I’m just tired.”

“That’s okay.” Roman said.

“I mean… I get it,” Virgil said quietly. “Logan’s got stuff to worry about already. But he’s getting better, isn’t he? He’s allowed to drive and use phones and everything again. And it’s—it’s like Ro said, the stuff you’re working on is easy for him. I’m not—I’m not saying it is easy,” he amended quickly, even though Patton hadn’t been offended. “Logan’s just….”

“A huge nerd?” Roman suggested.

“A huge nerd. In a good way. Not being like him doesn’t make someone dumb. And you—” he fixed Patton with such an intense stare that the sophomore actually shrank backwards a bit. “You. Are. Not. Dumb. Nobody thinks you are. Not me, not Roman, not Talyn or Joan… and Logan sure as heck doesn’t think you’re dumb either.”

“But….”

Virgil was clearly running out of steam (that still happened sometimes when he talked a lot, though he was getting better) so Roman jumped in.

“If we’re not allowed to talk bad about ourselves, neither are you.”

Patton looked at them both for a second. Virgil was chewing the corner of his bottom lip and Roman had half a piece of Crofter’s-covered toast forgotten in one hand, but both were looking at him intently.

“O-o-okay. You’re right. I just got a bit silly, I suppose. I don’t like not understanding things.”

“We know,” Roman said. “You could always get someone else to tutor you, but I’m sure Logan’ll help if you ask…. Where is he, anyway?” He frowned slightly, leaning away from the table to look around.

Patton searched the room for a moment too, then glanced at the Mickey Mouse watch on his wrist. Logan should definitely have been here by now, if he were coming.

Virgil briefly chewed his lip a bit more intensely than before, then stopped and opened his mouth. “He—could he be sick?”

Roman sighed. “Probably… I hope he’s okay. Logan never misses class.”

That was true. The first time any of them remembered Logan missing class had been when he’d gone to the hospital after his accident. Logan valued class attendance too highly, and he was religious about hygiene, so he rarely so much as caught a mild cold. Recently, though, things were different.

“Could be another doctor’s appointment,” Patton mused noncommittally.

“I thought he had one on Friday, though,” Virgil pointed out with a frown.

Roman shrugged. “He’s probably fine.” He set down the toast that he seemed to finally remember was in his hand. “I for one am just glad he’s taking care of himself.”

Virgil nodded in agreement. Patton took a sip from his drink and didn’t respond.

“Hey…uh, you’ve got an art class today, right?” Virgil asked, changing the subject.

Patton nodded, brightening. “I sure do!”

“What are you working on?”

Patton turned to grab a little sketchbook from his backpack and opened it up, showing Virgil a few sketches as he talked about his current project. He knew Virgil was trying to distract him. He let him do it.

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klove0511 · 5 years

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Milestones and Misunderstandings

SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 24 | @klove0511 vs. @andromytta, @rareshipcreationschallenge

Prompt: Clone-a-Willie kit

Ship: Sam/Cass

Rating: T

Word Count: 2711

Tags/Warnings: mildly homophobic!Mary, protective!Dean, oblivious!Dean, Sam has self-worth issues, fluff, Season 14

Summary: There is something different about Sam and Cass. The lingering stares, the intimate touches. The careful whispers and secret smiles. Dean knew it. He was going to get to the bottom of it, one way or another.

AO3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17606804

Shoutouts to my awesome betas bananamilkunnie (aka @sweetteamultifandom) and @revwinchester! Thank you both for checking this over for me.

Milestones and Misunderstandings

It started innocently. Dean was observant, when he wanted to be, and even he was hard-pressed to ignore how much closer Sam and Cass seemed these days. More than once he’d caught Cass slipping food to Sam in the library or taking lore books from him and ushering him to bed. It stung, a little, that Cass had taken on Dean’s role as big brother in his absence, but Dean couldn’t be too upset. Someone had to watch out for Sam, and Dean had asked Cass to do it, once upon a time. Still, the soft looks between them spoke of something more. Dean considered it his big brother duty to get to the bottom of it and commence teasing as necessary.

Sam was, predictably, in the library with a pile of books in front of him.

“Hey, Sammy,” Dean said, pulling out a chair across from his brother.

Sam blinked at him. “Hey.” He frowned. “What’s going on?”

Dean did his best to sound casual. No need to scare Sammy off. “Nothing. I’ve, uh, just noticed you and Cass have been spending a lot of time together lately.”

“I suppose. He’s been staying close to the bunker for Jack. Well, that and there isn’t any angel business keeping him away for once. We’ve been taking advantage of the time.” Sam frowned. “It’s not too obvious, right? I know everyone from Apocalypse World has accepted Cass, but still. After everything angels have done to them I don’t know how they’d feel if they knew.”

Dean felt rather suddenly like he was all left feet and the conversation had somehow run away from him. “If they knew what? That you and Cass are friends? I think they know, Sam.”

Sam glowered, clearly communicating that he thought Dean was being an idiot on purpose. “No. Obviously I mean,” he waved vaguely, “the extratime we’ve been spending together.”

“What the hell are you—oh.” Suddenly it clicked. “You mean you and Cass are—” Dean also made a vague gesture that he hoped Sam could interpret. Teasing Sam over a crush was one thing, but he was completely unprepared for the possibility that Sam and Cass were already an item, and he couldn’t quite find the words he needed to articulate that.

“Well, yeah. Why do you look surprised? It’s not exactly news.” Sam was frowning hard enough that his worry line had appeared between his eyes.

Dean was struggling to find his footing here. Sam thought he knew. He implied that it wasn’t a new thing. “I don’t—How long?” He hoped that hadn’t sounded too much like an accusation.

“Years.”

“Years?” he choked.

“Yeah. It started after you left that last time. After—after Kevin.”

He remembered that particular black spot in their history too well. Cass had gone back to the bunker with Sam to finish healing the damage from the Trials. He’d thought that was all there was to it. “You’ve been hiding this for five years?

Sam’s face hardened instantly. “I wasn’t hiding anything, Dean. I thought you knew.”

“How the hell was I supposed to know? You never said anything. And you two sure don’t act like a couple. I mean you barely even touch each other.” He was flailing around at this point, but he didn’t care. He’d thought things were better than this between them. It should not have taken him five years to figure out that his little brother was in a serious relationship with his best friend.

“Just because not everyone is into PDA like y—”

“No, Sam. I’m not talking about making out in the halls or whatever, though that would have clued me in real fast. I mean touch—casual touch. Pats on the back or, or holding hands or something.” Dean could hear the frustration in his own voice and grimaced internally. This was not how this was supposed to go, but he had a nagging feeling that something was off about this relationship. He needed to get to the bottom of it.

Sam sighed. “It doesn’t matter what it looks like to you, Dean. We touch plenty when no one is watching. Even if we didn’t, I wouldn’t care. I mean—he’s an angel. After everything I’ve— The fact that he even gives me the time of day feels like a miracle.”

There it was. All Dean could hear was that Sam thought he wasn’t good enough, wasn’t worth Castiel’s time. It didn’t matter at all that he knew Sam had struggled with his self-worth over the years, that Dean himself had contributed to those issues as much as anyone. If Cass wasn’t making Sam happy then they needed to have a chat. Dean felt the fury brewing as he stormed out of the library. Time to have a conversation with Cass.

Dean ultimately found Cass in the storeroom, doing who knew what with the spell ingredients. “We need to talk,” he growled.

Cass looked up. “Sam said you were upset. What happened?”

“You’re sleeping with my brother!” he accused, finger pointed menacingly as he moved into Cass’s personal space.

Cass tilted his head. “I don’t understand. You know I don’t sl—”

“Sex, Cass. You’re having sex with Sam.”

Castiel straightened and took on a look that was deadly serious. “This bothers you. Why?”

“He’s my brother!”

Cass narrowed his eyes. “And?” When Dean didn’t have words to further clarify the issue with Cass’s eyes blazing at him, he continued. “He is a grown man. I was unaware we needed your permission.”

This conversation was also rapidly spinning out of his control. “It’s not about permission. It’s—Sam has a history with relationships.”

Castiel nodded. “You are referring to Jessica.”

Dean froze at how casually Cass dropped her name. Sam didn’t talk about her, ever. Except he very obviously had with his angel.

Cass continued, “I like to think I am doing rather well. I have come back to life nearly as many times as you.”

Dean frowned. That wasn’t the issue. Or rather, it was only part of the issue. “He thought I already knew. About the two of you. Despite the fact that you act nothing like a couple. And Sam apparently thinks it’s a fucking miracle you want to even talk to him. What the hell kind of relationship do you have?”

Cass’s expression darkened. “One in which I respect Sam’s boundaries. As for his opinion of himself, you think I don’t know? That I am not acutely aware of how little I deserve his affection after everything angels—after everything I have done to him?” He shrugged helplessly. “I cannot convince him.”

That was a surprise. He hadn’t expected Castiel to understand, to want to fix it as much as he did. But if he knew, if he wanted to change things—yeah, Dean could work with this. He remembered what Sam had said about the beginnings of their relationship and did some mental math. “So, tell me, what have you got planned for your anniversary?”

Cass’s confused head tilt told him everything he needed to know.

Hours later, Sam and Cass were alone in their room, snuggled on the bed with a Netflix documentary droning in the background. Sam played with the label on his beer bottle while Cass gently carded his fingers through Sam’s hair.

“I just don’t understand why he’s so upset about this,” Sam said. He looked up at Cass. “I really thought he knew.”

“I know. I believed Dean was more concerned about why you did not tell him of our relationship.” Cass let his voice drop even deeper.

Sam sighed heavily. “I didn’t tell him because I was sure he’d figured it out! That’s all!”

Cass’s pace never wavered. No matter how upset Sam became, he maintained his slow, methodical petting, knowing it would help calm Sam. “I believe you. You know how Dean worries. He has not forgotten what I did to your wall.”

Sam stiffened, then pulled himself out of Castiel’s reach. Cass felt his stomach drop in fear. It was a most unpleasant sensation. “Cass, that was years ago. Ancient history.”

Cass spoke softly. “I nearly killed you.” He wouldn’t hide from this. They had never discussed it, not really, and it was past time to do so.

“You saved me.” Sam shook his head. “You—you took on my memories to save my life.”

Cass kept his gaze neutral. “I was simply fixing my greatest mistake. I do not deserve your admiration or gratitude for that. I should never have hurt you, Sam.”

Sam stared at him. The frankness in his gaze was starting to make Castiel uncomfortable, and he thought he understood a little of what Dean had been telling him for years. Finally, he spoke. “You never forgave yourself for that.” His tone was full of wonder and understanding. “Does Dean know?”

Cass nodded. “We discussed many things today. He also enlightened me on the importance of celebrating the beginning of a relationship.”

Sam squinted while he tried to parse that into plain English. “What? The beg—Oh. You mean anniversaries?”

“Apparently they are most important in increments of five.” Cass reached out to pull Sam back into his embrace. Sam went easily and settled against Cass’s chest. “I’m surprised you never mentioned it.”

Sam shrugged. “Dates like that—birthdays, anniversaries—most of them carry bad memories for me. Besides, there’s always been so much going on that it didn’t seem that important, not like other things.”

Cass let his curiosity into his tone. “Other things?”

“You know. All the things we do when we’re actually together. Like this.”

“And intercourse.”

Sam chuckled. “Yeah, that too.” He twisted so he could catch Castiel’s lips.

Cass growled and pulled him tighter. Discussing their anniversary could wait.

Dean was drinking whiskey in the kitchen when Mary got home. He didn’t say anything, just raised his glass in acknowledgement.

“Hey. How are you?”

He assumed he looked like crap. Or maybe she just assumed the worst since he was drinking alone. “Fine. Just found out Sam is dating.”

Mary’s eyes widened. “Does he sleep at all? I didn’t think he’d have the time to find someone.”

Dean laughed brightly. It felt good after fighting with Sam all day. “Honestly? No, I don’t think he sleeps. But it’s Cass, so it’s not like he had to find time to go out to bars.”

Mary sank into the seat opposite Dean. “Sam is dating Cass?”

“You didn’t know either. That—actually does make me feel better.” He took a big swallow of his whiskey and winced at the burn. He lifted the bottle to refill his glass and offered it to her.

She waved it off. “I didn’t know Sam was like that.” Her voice was small.

He was a little drunk, so he wasn’t quite following her thread of the conversation. “Yeah, apparently they have been together for five years. Anniversary is tomorrow. I’m helping Cass plan something, but I have no idea what to get them as a gift.”

“It doesn’t bother you?” she asked.

“Sammy and Cass? Nah. I mean, I’m still kind of pissed that they never freaking said anything for five years, but that’s about it. Sam could do way worse. Has. Dude seriously has a thing for monsters though.”

“Do I want to know?” she said.

He shook his head and took a drink. “You really don’t. I mean, I liked Madison too. We didn’t find out she was a werewolf until later. But Ruby. That one was—” He rolled his eyes. “Anyway. Why, does it bother you?” There wasn’t any accusation in his tone, but his senses were starting to wake up. Like he might have to defend Sam.

She gave him a tight smile. “Things are so different these days. I forget sometimes. But he’s my son, and I will always love him. You’re right, he could do much worse than Castiel.”

Dean hesitated, weighing her words, then nodded. “Help me think of a gift for them?” He grinned at her, and she smiled warmly back.

Sam entered the dark kitchen and was startled when he realized it was occupied. Castiel was waiting by the table, trench coat conspicuously missing. On the table were some of the plain white candles they kept for spells, arranged in a cluster and lit. The lights were off, leaving the room lit by a soft glow. Something that smelled heavenly was served on the table. Sam knew what this looked like, but he couldn’t quite believe it.

“Cass, what is this?” His voice was softer than he expected.

Castiel smiled broadly. “Happy anniversary, Sam.”

“You cooked?” Sam asked.

“Dean cooked. He planned all of this. I merely agreed to let him do it.” Cass tugged on one of Sam’s hands, pulling him closer. “I thought it was time you had some good memories associated with our anniversary.”

“Thank you.” Sam smiled and brushed his lips against Cass’s.

Dinner was amazing, which wasn’t all that surprising since Dean had cooked it. What was more surprising was that Sam realized this was the first proper date they’d had in the whole five years they’d been together. “This was really nice, Cass,” he said.

Cass grinned. “Yes, it was. Dean also informed me that we have the entire bunker to ourselves for the night, and that after dinner I should take you in the library.”

Sam nearly choked on his bite of cheesecake at Castiel’s phrasing, though he was pretty sure the angel hadn’t meant it that way. “The whole bunker? Where is everyone?”

“Hunting, mostly, I believe. Dean and Mary have acquired motel rooms for the night. Jack is with them. And Dean has instructed everyone to check in with them instead of you until tomorrow.”

Just then, Sam’s phone buzzed in his pocket. His eyes widened as he scrambled for his phone. It had been silent all evening and he hadn’t even noticed. This was why he’d never made a big deal out of going on dates or celebrating anniversaries. He could barely handle turning his brain off long enough to get laid. Longer than that and someone was liable to get hurt. He pulled his cell out as he felt Castiel’s hands cover his.

“Everyone is safe, Sam. Dean is taking care of your hunters. You have the night off. Please, can we enjoy it?”

Sam took a deep breath. “Yeah. We can. But I did get a message. Can I?” The earnestness and love he saw in Cass’s eyes were almost painful. He didn’t deserve it.

Cass nodded agreement, and he checked his phone. One message from Dean, confirming everyone had made their check-ins. Everything was fine. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

After a moment, Cass took his hand and led him toward the library. Sam was about to say something, when he spotted a package sitting on one of the tables. He automatically reached for the note laying on top of it. He was expecting it to be from Dean, given the lengths to which his brother had apparently gone to give them a nice anniversary. Sure enough, Dean’s neat handwriting fill the sheet.

Sorry I was such a jerk earlier. It’s not everyday my little brother celebrates a milestone like this, especially with the lives we lead. I know things have been pretty rough the last couple years, and Mom helped me realize you’ve probably spent more time apart than you have together. Knowing our luck, that’s probably going to continue. Hopefully this makes future separations easier. –Dean

“Wow. This looks weirdly sincere,” Sam said, turning to hand the note to Cass.

Castiel hummed and wrapped Sam in a hug. “I believe Dean mentioned something about taking you in the library. Can it be time for that now?”

Sam chuckled and opened the gift, determined to tease Cass just a little longer. When he finally got a good look at the package, he froze.

Cass piped up from over his shoulder. “I do not understand. What is a Clone-a-Willy kit?”

Sam privately thought he was going to kill Dean. Then again, it had been an amazing night so far. Maybe he would let Dean off the hook, just this once.

#spnrareshipcc #spn #fic #sastiel #sam/cas

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The Danger Force Family

Four years into the job and Ray still felt like everyday was his first. Charlotte was still feeding him information that he “should know.” Simone was still mumbling under her breath whenever he asked an “obvious” question, before just answering it. He was still wondering why the heck he let Charlotte talk him into this. Of course, it was just mornings. He found his footing after a couple of hours and from that moment throughout the day, he remembered who he was and why he was here. Captain President, the President of all Presidents… At least that’s what he’d put on his campaign posters and van. Everybody else called him “President Man.”

Charlotte was rarely ever on site, considering that she had multibillion dollar apps - SoulDates, FaceMask, and SymBIOsis - her youngest, but most fruitful app which brought supers and non-supes together for social and networking purposes, educated one on the history and cultures of the other, and made public record of the Symbiosis policy and legal decisions regarding it. She had launched a brand of technological baby, toddler, and small child products under the company My Lil’ Ham, which specialized in all baby types, and was voted #1 source for supers babies products, as well.

Hamilton, of course was the face of that company. She’d originally began working on products to make his life easier while she and his father rushed around, trying to do all of the things necessary for society to function. As he got older, she expanded the brand. He was now 5 and looking more like his father all of the time… but being more like his mother.

He didn’t talk much, even though he could do so and do it well. The best way to get him speaking was to mention science or math. Then, getting him to stop talking was your issue. Unless of course, he realized that he was smarter than you. Then, he lost interest. He wanted to passionately discuss science and math with his mental peers. They hadn’t really determined who that was, yet. It certainly wasn’t the kids (or the teachers) at his first school, the kids at the institute that they sent him to after every teacher in the building tried to teach him and insisted that he was simply too advanced for their classroom, and it wasn’t his father. Charlotte had to reign him in multiple times for speaking down to Henry (though she’d wait until Henry was out of earshot), because fortunately, since Hammy was so young and not as expressive as a lot of children, Henry never could tell that he was being condescending. They tried to enter him into several programs, before Max suggested that he go to a prodigy academy in Metroburg.

“More than half of those students become supervillains!” Charlotte complained.

“Yeah, but all of them get the education that they deserve. Besides, you don’t become a supervillain on education alone. Your family background, upbringing, societal treatment and personal response to trauma are usually key ingredients. You and Henry raise him with love, support and comfort. He should be fine.”

Charlotte looked at her son for a while, seeing the excitement and anticipation on his face as she pondered her lab partner’s advice. She sighed and said, “Okay, we’ll check it out.”

“Yes! Thank you, Maxi!” Hammy cheered and rushed to his junior lab - a lab sized for him to work in while his mother worked on her things in the adjacent room.

“I think it’ll be good for him to be schooled around other kids like him, anyway,” Max added. “No way that any kid of Henry’s just naturally has that level of intelligence. Kid’s a super, Charls.”

“His power is what superintelligence?” She asked.

“That’s a legitimate power. I mean… He’s seemed very interested in your work since he was an infant and he began conducting his own experiments soon after he began walking. You thought that was typical?”

“You obviously don’t know my family history. We’re filled with geniuses, on both sides… well, not Uncle Roscoe, but he’s an artistic genius and maybe that counts.”

“Did you get him tested?”

“Uncle Roscoe? No! His art is that good!” She said. Max rolled his eyes and Charlotte smiled. “I don’t need to get him tested. When he’s old enough and knows what supers and non-supes are, I trust that he’ll ask to be tested when he’s ready…” They heard a huge thud from the next room and she gasped. “Charlie!” Max and Charlotte ran into the next room to see that Henry and Charlotte’s younger child, Charlotte II, aka “Charlie,” had knocked over a bookshelf to try to get her toy that rolled under it. “Charlie…” Charlotte said, relieved that the crawling infant hadn’t hurt herself. She picked her up with one hand and fixed the bookshelf with the other.

“You get her tested?” Max joked.

They knew from the first week that they brought Charlie home that she was a super. Though, at that time, she seemed to have hypermotility. Henry was definitely proud and gleaming about it. Char? Not so much. The kid’s metabolism was high and she sucked every drop from her mom’s mammary glands within a few moments, then cried loudly for more. She seemed to be starving, even though Charlotte didn’t have anything else to give her. The baby even went through the excess breast milk that Charlotte had pumped and frozen whenever she had Hammy, which he was still drinking from and it was used for beauty care, too.

But, she also wasn’t a fan of formula, so she’d eat it only when she was too hungry to function and Charlotte hadn’t produced more milk. They were terrified that the kid was gonna starve herself to death! Charlotte got a sample of her breastmilk and worked on synthesizing it in her lab. It took her a few weeks to get it just right, but she wound up having to mass produce it for her hungry little one and began to toy around with it, too.

She’d have different levels of proteins, fats, sugars, and hormones, depending on how the sensory baby bundle blankets read Charlie’s vitals, be able to select custom breastmilk for her current needs. After a while, Charlie didn’t want the naturally created milk, so that was fine - Charlotte simply rebuilt her stash for her and Hammy’s needs.

Now, months later, and crawling around, Charlie was becoming a moving disaster. She was tiny and cute, like her mom… and apparently took after her physically, too. She definitely was moving things that even an adult would struggle with. Hammy suggested locking her up when she accidentally crumbled one of his movie spaceship models within moments of putting her little hands on it. Charlotte had not yet perfected products for babies with superstrength. It was tricky.

They had super strength, but their bodies weren’t super strong. Meaning, yes, they would wreck things in their path easily, but you could still seriously hurt them with any of the tools that were usually used to subdue those with super strength. The body was still forming. They were able to withstand more than a regular baby, but they weren’t indestructible!

Charlie had once broken Henry’s hand by squeezing it too hard. It hurt like the dickens, but he was able to repair it quickly. It was on his enhanced arm, so he was good. Hammy was a little bit jealous. It seemed that his baby sister had two powers and he didn’t even have one. No matter how many “We love you both equally” chats he was given, he could see that Charlie’s situation required more time, effort and energy. When you’re five, that could be read as more love, even if you were a genius who could deduce better. The manifestation of Charlie’s superstrength also signaled the disdain that Hammy had towards Henry. He didn’t hate him or dislike him, but he didn’t like that Charlie was able to break his bones and still get more one on one time with him!

Hammy began working on something in his little lab, which he presented to Charlie on her first birthday. It was a cute little bracelet that had “Baby Sis” in beads and was red, blue, and yellow. After he put it on her wrist, she didn’t have any more super strength accidents and she didn’t appear to have any hypermotility issues, either.

So, the Page family presumed that she must have selected a power that they hadn’t yet seen come into fruition. It was so relaxing to have her be a normal little girl that they didn’t put huge emphasis on it. Charlotte checked her vitals and tested her for diseases. Everything was clear, so she was satisfied.

Hammy was a protective older brother, but he also was often away at the academy. Academy life was okay. He loved his classes and the work that he was allowed to do. He hated his classmates. “Supervillains-in-Training” he liked to think of them as, or to be clever, “Pieces of S.I.T.” He was very adverse to villainy. His parents were known heroes. His aunt was Lady Danger. He grew up in the Hero League Headquarters Nursery and the few normal people that he knew were family and super supporters. He knew that whenever he grew up, he’d most likely work in the world of supers, even though he was a non-supe. The kids around him in the academy weren’t particularly happy about it. Why was he able to get into this school? Why wasn’t he at a school for subpers? Didn’t they have EVERY access outside of this place? He agreed, to a certain extent. He didn’t think that non-pows should just take up space in areas made for supers, but he also knew that he didn’t belong in one of those non-pow schools. He’d tried already.

He was somewhere in the middle. Both of his parents were average born and transformed into supers during adolescence. He had more non-pow in him than super, but he obviously had enough to where he couldn’t quite fit in to the non-pow fold. Even at the academy, the kids that he had classes with were supers that were several years older than him. He was one of the smartest children in the place and this was just how it was. It wasn’t his fault. He hated that he had to remind himself of that. It was as much his fault that he wasn’t a super as it was his baby sister’s fault that she was.

Every year, Hammy worked on Charlie’s bracelet. He didn’t want to take it off of her, just in case, so he’d work on it while she sat on his lap, babbling about her cartoons or whatever.

Charlotte and he were best friends, though he felt (even at his young age) that he needed to protect her from knowing some of the stuff that happened in his life. The worst he would say was “I’m still having a hard time relating to the kids at the academy.” She often thought the worst, so he’d tag on, “But, it’s fine. Who needs people that you have to try to convince of your worth?”

Henry always brought him back to school at the end of the weekend, checking to make sure that his clothes and stuff were plentiful and double and triple checking the food account. It was embarrassing! “Dad, I can take care of myself. I assure you that everything is as it should be!” he said, noticing the older boys pointing and laughing as Henry counted his clean pairs of underwear.

“I know, Bud. I just gotta make sure that…” Hammy snatched the underwear from him and stuffed them back into the drawer. Henry smiled, gently and said, “You know I only do these things because it’s my job to make sure that everything is okay for you.”

“Yes,” Hammy said, annoyed. “I get it. But, I have a hard enough time fitting in with my subper genes!” Henry winced at this and shut the dorm door to speak with his son in private. “I have more to prove than most of these kids and I can’t do that if nobody takes me seriously.”

“Hammy, you don’t have anything to prove, Son…”

“Let’s start there. Stop calling me that. I’m seven years old working on an advanced degree in engineering technology. I can’t keep answering to “Hammy,” and expect someone to call me Doctor in a couple of years.”

“Well, what would you like for us to call you instead?”

“My name is Hamilton. That’s fine. Some of the professors call me Hank, because of my middle name being Henry.”

“I like Hank,” Henry said. “What else can I do to make you feel better?”

“Don’t treat me like a kid. I can take care of myself. I have patent pending products that I made in my junior lab. I don’t need you to do a panty check for me!”

Henry nodded his head and offered, “Well… My parents raised me to look after myself and my sister. Sometimes, I even had to look after them. Whenever your Gigi Siren would have a long sleep after a huge party, or skip off to some frivolous retreat on Dad’s bonus checks. Whenever your Grandpa Jake was in between job assignments and out trying to find work or doing things around the house that I definitely would have to go in behind him and repair… I’ve been being a parent most of my life and I always promised myself and I promised your mom when we got married that my kids, our kids would never have to wonder why I wasn’t around or why I wasn’t helping. I never want my children to feel like they have to do anything a moment before they have to do it. I know that you can do all this stuff, Buddy…” Hammy made a face, “Hank,” Henry corrected himself. “I was just hoping to get to be a real dad to you for longer than mine was to me. I guess that’s out of the question. I’m sorry if I embarrass you.”

Hammy sighed and opened the door back. “It’s okay. You do your best. Grandpa Jake and Gigi Siren are train wrecks. I think that for growing up under them, you’ve done pretty good. Probably because you raised yourself, and you’re a wonderful dad. Just… Hands off my underwear, for the love of God.”

Henry laughed and nodded, “Noted.”

“How is Charlotte?” Hammy wondered. He was the only person who called his sister Charlotte, and they always knew who he meant, because of course, Big Charlotte was “Mom.”

“She’s good. Whenever you come back to school, she asks for you for the first couple of days. By Wednesday, she gets used to you being gone, then when she sees you on Friday evening, it’s her partytime.”

“I have to tell you something, Dad.” Hammy sat on the bed and Henry joined him. “Charlotte’s bracelet isn’t just a bracelet. It’s to keep her superpowers down.”

“What?”

“She was destroying stuff and Mom couldn’t figure out what to do to keep her from doing it. So, I made something for her.”

“Hamilton! What if it would have been dangerous? You can’t just try experiments on your little sister!”

“I know. But, in my defense, I was 5.” They sat there, making the same face - somewhere between a smolder and confusion. “You’re wondering how to present this admission to Mom, aren’t you?”

“Any pointers?” Henry wondered.

“She’s very accommodating when you put food into her. Seafood, especially. Maybe some floral tea and a nice, rich slice of cheesecake?” Hammy was wringing his hands together. “Just… be sure to tell her that I meant no ill will.”

“I’m sure she’ll know that, Hank.” He gave him a pat on the back.

Charlotte knew. She always knew that the bracelet did the job that it did. At first, she thought that Hammy had accidentally tampered the powers, but after paying close attention to Charlie and the bracelet, she realized that he was consistently working on it. As long as she was monitoring how it went, she saw no need to interfere or to make him feel bad about it. Henry was a little bit upset that she never let him in on it, though. While food was a good way to smooth Charlotte over, Charlotte had ways of making Henry agreeable too.

It smelled good in there. “Hey, Diffuschar? What is this blend?” He asked, putting his hand onto the air panel on his side of the bed.

“Henry, are you addressing me?” the Charlotte voice in the air system asked.

“Yes! You are the Diffuschar.”

“I am an essential oil diffusing air conditioning system, Henry. EODACS is the acronym and can be used to address me.”

“Just tell me this blend!”

“This is Mistress Charlotte’s ‘I’m Sorry’ Sexual Seduction Mix.”

“Mis what’s who now?”

“Mistress Charlotte’s ‘I’m Sorry’ Sexual Seduction Mix. It includes Patchouli, Sweet Orange, Lavender, Sandalwood, Jasmine, and Ylang Ylang.”

“I… When did she?” He furrowed his eyebrows. “It does smell good, but honestly, she smells better. She could have Mistress Charlotte sexually seduced me by coming in here smelling like a tropical sundae.”

“Would you like me to switch to Tropical Sundae Seduction Mix, Henry?”

“No. Let whatever Charlotte has going on go on.” When she came into the room, with her hair in Bantu knots and a silk chemise on, he was alert. “Hey. Diffuschar said that she’s airing out some sexual seduction…” She climbed into the bed and crawled to him. “Do you want me to do something?”

“Not be mad at me for not telling you about Charlie’s bracelet?” She said with her lips in a pout.

“I don’t know. I told you right away when I found out.” She raised an eyebrow and he quickly reminded himself, “But, I’ve tried to keep stuff from you before too, so…” He smiled awkwardly. “I really wish that he didn’t have to be at that place. It wears down on him. He’s capable of handling himself, but he’s still just a kid. My kid… and he doesn’t even want to let me treat him like a kid.”

“Well… It’s his decision. If my parents let me go somewhere to school instead of Swellview, I’d have been elated.”

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have me,” Henry said.

“Yeah, but…” She didn’t have a reply. Instead, she traced down the middle of his belly, “The universe would have made sure that everything was what it needed to be for us. There’s no way that I exist and you aren’t somehow in my life.”

He smiled and pulled her closer. “You’re trying to have another baby.”

“I 100% am not. Charlie rearranged my insides. I would never want another one of them. The two we have are perfect enough.” He laughed.

The Page-Hart-Thunderman Family was a superfamily of the highest esteem, usually referred to as the “Danger Force Family,” considering that most of their missions were assigned under Henry’s command as Mr. Danger. People even began giving the other heroes Danger alternatives like Charlotte as “Danger Master” or Billy as “Quick Danger.” None of them minded the aliases. It kept them as characters in the minds of the world and that meant that less people bothered them in their everyday lives. Besides, governments had set protective laws in place such as not being authorized to approach any super or hero out of uniform for any purpose but alerting them to a present, real, and nearby criminal emergency.

That law had taken a while to perfect. Because when it first was introduced as to not approach supers outside of uniform unless it was an emergency - people determined what THEY thought was an emergency (and it usually was not). They also would bother people that they knew to be superhuman, even if they weren’t superheroes… which… those persons were not authorized nor obligated to deal with an emergency situation any more than a non-pow citizen was! Then, there was the issue of pulling someone from their child’s program at school for an emergency on the other side of town that they couldn’t even get to in time and also that there were already heroes dispatched to! It took some work before the current system was in place and people were getting used to it. They could be charged with supers abuse if they decided not to work within the stated parameters. That law was Piper’s favorite one ever written, especially with Starlette in tow. The number of people she had reflexively punched right in the face for getting too close to her daughter too fast had become a meme.

Page-Hart-Thunderman Family Reunion was a time that Charlotte, Piper, and Simone started to celebrate the merging of their families. After dating for a couple of years, Piper got married and bridged the Page and Thunderman families together officially. Five years after Ray became President, Gwen’s touched began to look normal again. It was like the effects faded over the years and by that time, nobody had a green hint left in their presentation. Simone was tired of everyone telling her that it was weird to see her normal again, but she was relieved that all of the people who had to walk around that way over the past five years would be able to fit in again. That was the year that the reunions began. She felt like herself again. She felt normal again. She got her tubes untied and began working on making more children and resigned from working for the Hero League.

The festivities began with a feast at the Page-Hart condo, with Henry and Charlotte’s parents hosting. They had it catered, usually and everyone showed up to eat and catch up.

Siren, Jake, Esmerelda, and Antony would welcome Hank Thunderman and Barb, and Evelyn to the “grown ups table” while Henry, Charlotte, Max, Simone, Jasper, Piper, Billy, and Nora usually preferred to take their business to the rooftop. Chloe tended to want to see what was up with the kiddos. The first couple of years, it was only Maxine and Monalise, Hammy and Charlie, Piper’s one little girl, Starlette. But, of course, the family grew and transformed and eventually, they couldn’t even have the opening night dinner at the Page-Hart condo.

Charlotte’s home was the most appropriate place, considering that they added on to the estate all of the time and her inventions made for everyone’s quarters adjusting for the comfort of the individuals within its walls. She, too, had taken a step back from the Hero League, when things got smoother for Ray, and while he sometimes seemed like he had no idea what was happening, he seemed to be handling everything well. He would stop by the reunion with presents for the kids and to talk to “his kids” (Henry, Charlotte, Jasper and Piper), and to eat cake. But, he would never stay for the whole thing. Dinner and playtime with the little ones was enough to fuel his joy for a while and being around all the parents for too long might counter that for him. But, each time that he was headed out, the moms would always offer in sweet voices with kind smiles, “You’re always welcome to stay, Ray!” That was nice. He liked to see that.

Charlotte had been interested in politics for a while. From her work as the Tactical Chief of the Hero League, Her own Campaign Manager for her election, and Advisor to the President; she leaned towards a political career. She remembered that future Ray claiming that she would be president. For years, she thought that he meant President of the United States and to be frank, they NEEDED somebody like her, but in more recent years, she began to think that maybe he meant President of the Hero League. They always just called that position “The President” and every super always knew that they weren’t talking about whatever rubbish was chilling in the White House.

So, whenever Hank was 10 and Charlie was 5, she made dinner one night, of fish, greens, noodles, and cornbread with large bowls of grapes and decorations of assorted lilies and daffodils, with crystals set around the vases. Charlie immediately rushed to the table and stuffed cornbread into her mouth, while Hank looked confused and asked, “What kind of changes are we about to have to go through?”

Henry had just come from a mission and showered. Whenever he came in on Hank asking Charlotte that question, he, like his daughter, grabbed cornbread and stuffed it into his mouth. Yeah… She took after him.

“Everyone sit down, so we can have dinner,” Charlotte said.

Hank looked worried, but Henry and Charlie were ready to eat. Charlotte went around the table, preparing plates and talking, “As Hank as already noticed, I have charged and put out the green aventurine, amazonite, tourmalinated Quartz, and labradorite.” Those sounded familiar to Henry. He was certain that the Charlotte Interface had probably told him about at least a couple of those to get him to go to sleep. “And as Hank knows, with his eidetic memory and studying geology a few summers ago, those are crystals associated with good luck and new beginnings.” That was the easiest way to say it for everyone, including Charlie. “Mommy wants to have a good luck dinner with her family to usher in a new goal.”

Henry raised an eyebrow. This was his first time hearing about a new goal. “Oh yeah? What’s Mommy’s new goal?” He wondered.

She took her seat at the table and said, “Present.” The room went dark and the interface pulled up a powerpoint presentation of a campaign promo for her. Whenever it ended, the lights came back on and she waited for their reactions.

“Mommy, you’re gonna be President of the Whole World?” Charlie asked, excited.

Charlotte smiled and said, “Well, if all goes well, of the Hero League.”

“What about Uncle Ray?” Hank asked.

“He’s comfortable, but he’s also stagnant. It’s given him gray hair. I’m sure he’ll love to be able to go and do something else. I got him an early 50th birthday present - an RV with pet friendly doggie quarters and PageMasterTech state of the art personalization program for both man and pet.”

“So, you’re gonna bribe him into resigning,” Henry said, disappointed.

“I’m going to make sure that when and if he does resign, he knows that there’s a peaceful retirement awaiting him!” She corrected.

Henry forced a smile and continued eating. She could tell that he didn’t like it. Hank was staring at her in disbelief. She could tell that he didn’t like it either. Charlie cheered, “You’re gonna be the best President in the world, Mommy!”

She smiled at her, “Thank you.. But please don’t chew with your mouth wide open… or talk when your mouth is full…” Charlie spit her food onto her plate and repeated herself. Charlotte gagged, “Okay…” She just nodded her head and stared at Henry. He was quiet for the rest of dinner, but before they left the table, Hank had more to say.

“Mom, do you think that Dad can handle being in the field without your backup? This isn’t Swellview. He works on a global level with extremely dangerous threats. There’s no way that you can assist him and be President. You would have to spread yourself entirely too thin. I’ve spent this entire dinner trying to rationalize this decision. You’ll have to help me understand it.”

“It’s something that I want to do, just like The Danger is something that your dad wants to do and I have supported him in doing it most of my life. SO, now it’s time for us to try to support me doing something that I want to do. Does that make sense to you?”

“No!” Hank snapped. “Mom, he’s an idiot! He’ll die without you on his tactical team!”

Charlotte: Hank…

Henry: Hey, now..

Charlie: DADDY’S GONNA DIE???

They spoke at the same time. “No. He’s not going to die and he’s not an idiot.” She thought for a moment, especially from Hank’s viewpoint, then made it more palatable for him, “Well, he’s not defenseless without me. He’s got the suit and gadgets that he needs. He’ll have technical from the interface, and if he needs me, I’ll drop anything for him.”

Hank rubbed his face and said, “I’m leaving the academy to resume your duties on his tactical team.”

“You’re 10, so no you’re not.”

“You think I’ll be able to focus on course material with him out there without you?”

Charlie banged on the table and asked, “Hey! Is Daddy gonna die?”

“No, Daddy’s not gonna die,” Charlotte said. “Henry, some help?” She held her hands out and looked at him. His plate was pretty much empty and his eyebrows were still furrowed, but he nodded his head.

“Hank, Buddy - we don’t want you to quit school. You’re one of the children, and the adults are gonna handle the things that you’re worried about. I’ll touch base with you every single day so that you don’t have to worry. Charlie, Champ - I’m definitely not gonna die. Your dad was born for danger and he’ll be a fighter for many years to come, okay?” Charlie nodded. If her Daddy said it, it was true.

Charlotte and Hank went to go talk on the patio and Henry cleared the table while Charlie went to wash up for the night.

“I’m scared, Mom. The last time you wanted to be president, someone tried to kill you. I’ve read every single report that there was about that election.”

“That was a different time, Honey.” She wrapped her arms around him from behind and they looked up at the stars together, “The stars were different, then. You know, Mommy thinks that the stars line up for perfect things to be done in our lives and I believe that right now, they’re lining up to make your mom a president.”

“Grandfather, a specialist, a leader in his field, has told me to my face that your thoughts on this matter are unwarranted. But, if what you’re saying to me is that you have the confidence that things will be fine, then I choose to try to accept that, too.”

“That’s all I ask,” she said and kissed the top of his blond head. “My Little Ham.”

“Please, do not.”

She laughed and squeezed him to herself.

Henry had gone to bed after tucking Charlie in. Whenever Hank went to wash up, Charlotte went to find him. “Hey… You asleep?” she asked as quietly as possible, in case he was.

“How could I be asleep after that bomb you just dropped at dinner?” He asked back. He didn’t sound mad, but she knew that he wasn’t happy. She sighed and sat on the bed next to him. “I support you. You know I do, I just… I guess I thought that after that last time, this wouldn’t be an option. I’m scared shitless of you being in that kind of position again.”

“Me too, but like I did whenever you were unconscious and most of the world was giving up on ever seeing your eyes again, I’ve got faith. I can do it. Please, tell me that you believe in me?”

“I believe in you more than anything I’ve ever known. It’s the world around us that frightens me.”

“Well, that’s why I’ve got you, though. You and me against the world? They don’t stand a chance. Hashtag Henlotte.”

“Hashtag Henlotte,” he repeated and pulled her to himself.

#family danger #henry danger #Nesha HD Fics #hd fanfic

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Can you please do a gallipieck

Here is one inspired from a hc that popped up in the Gallipieck discord. (If it was your hc, please let me know so I can credit you! Thank you :)) It was something like Porco being jealous over Zeke’s relationship with Pieck until he finds out they’re really just friends or something like that ^-^

A Strange Guy

Gallipieck. Modern AU.

1244 words.

He wants to ask if it’s necessary to hang out with Zeke, but he feels like it would be rude to Pieck. She seems to enjoy Zeke’s company even though he’s older than them (just by a year but still) and is always inviting him to eat with them or watch movies. He thinks it might be because Zeke has been her neighbor or since they were both young, but he’s never felt such a bond with Reiner and he’s lived next to the guy his whole life.

“Does he even like hanging out with us?” Porco whispers to her as the trailers begin. He leans over to look at the slumbering figure on Pieck’s other side and frowns. “He’s always sleeping whenever he’s with us. If he’s bored, he shouldn’t come. What’s the point of going to the movies if you’re going to sleep through the entire thing?” It’s not just the movies that Zeke sleeps through. He sleeps when they study. He sleeps when they’re talking on a bench after a walk through the mall. He sleeps after he finishes his meal before them during restaurants. Porco thinks that Zeke must think they’re boring if he sleeps through almost everything they do together.

“He’s just like that,” Pieck tells him, looking at Zeke affectionately. She pats his head gently and turns back to Porco. “He sleeps through everything, even math class. He’s just one of those people who absorbs things even if he’s not awake. It’ll just appear to him a weird dream, probably.”

Porco frowns, not believing that Pieck can make such a silly excuse for her friend. She should know when to admit that her friend is weird.

Porco hates watching people eat. It’s disgusting watching them chew and swallow, especially if they chew with their mouths open. He thinks it’s even more disgusting when people eat disgusting things. He doesn’t understand how Zeke can eat French fries dipped in strawberry smoothies, although Pieck has mentioned that it doesn’t really matter what flavor the smoothie is. As long as it’s sweet, it will do.

“Do you really have to eat it like that?” Porco grumbles as he watches Zeke dip another fry into his drink. “It’s better this way,” Zeke replies, not bothered by how repulsed Porco looks. He pops the French fry in his mouth and munches on it happily. “Isn’t it nice to eat salty things with sweet things?” Pieck says, taking her own fry and dipping it into Zeke’s smoothie. She offers it out to Porco who gives her a disgusted look. “You’re supposed to eat it with ketchup. Ketchup is sweet,” Porco points out. He demonstrates by eating his own fries with ketchup, hoping the two will follow suit. “It’s not really the same though,” Pieck says, popping her smoothie-coated fry into her mouth. She licks the salt from her fingers and smiles. “But if you don’t understand, I guess you never well. But at least Zeke knows.” “It’s delicious,” Zeke says, eating more of the disgusting combination. Porco hates them both for forcing him to eat with such weirdos.

Porco thinks he wouldn’t dislike Zeke so much if the guy were less strange, but even the things Zeke talks about are just plain weird. It’s a pain to be alone with him when they’re both waiting for Pieck. He suspects that Pieck often comes late just to leave Zeke to torture him. “You’re finally awake this time,” Porco says, sitting down next to Zeke as they wait for Pieck to arrive before heading to the movie she wants to watch. It’s some cheesy rom-com with whatever Hollywood star people think is attractive that month. Zeke lifts his head, blinking a bit before resting his eyes on Porco. “Hmm?” he says. Zeke fixes his glasses and pushes them up the bridge of his nose. “I was sleeping actually. I’ve just been learning how to sleep with my eyes open. That way it wouldn’t be rude when we’re all together and I’m sleeping.” He tries hard not to let his jaw fall open. He’s not sure if he should point out that sleeping during any sort of group outing is rude or if he should comment on the whole sleeping-with-your-eyes-open thing (which is admittedly pretty impressive), so he just stares back at Zeke in disbelief. “Guys!” Pieck says, appearing behind them and wrapping her arms around their shoulders. “It’s always so nice seeing my favorite boys getting along so well. Having a nice conversation?” “Yes. Porco is quite the interesting young man,” Zeke tells her even though Porco had hardly said anything. If anyone is interesting, it’s Zeke. And interesting would be a kind word to use to describe him. “Lovely,” Pieck says cheerfully. As soon as they stand up, she loops her arms through theirs and leads them towards the theaters. “I’m glad you two are becoming such good friends!” Porco wants to scoff. As if anyone could be friends with such a strange guy.

There is one thing about Zeke, however, that bothers Porco the most. It’s a thought that’s been hanging in the back of his mind ever since he had gotten to know Pieck and Zeke, but he never knew how to bring it up. He thought the answer would reveal itself after he got to know them both better, but it’s still a mystery to him. At one point it’s too much for him to keep to himself, so he finds himself asking Zeke, “Why aren’t you going out with Pieck?”

Zeke turns to Porco, a confused look on his face. He looks like he’s just woken up again, but that’s not really a surprise. “Going out with Pieck?” Zeke repeats. He’s stunned for a second before a rare smile appears on his face. “Why would I do something like that? Pieck is a dear friend to me, but I have no interest in becoming romantically involved with her.” It’s difficult to describe how Porco feels right now. There’s the feeling of embarrassment for making the assumption that perhaps Zeke would be romantically interested in Pieck, but there’s also a strange feeling of elation knowing that it’s something Zeke isn’t interested in himself. Underneath all that, there’s the thought that Zeke clearly doesn’t see what he’s missing out on when it comes to Pieck if that’s all he thinks of her. He really is the strangest guy that Porco has ever met.

“You know, that friend of yours asked me why we aren’t dating,” Zeke says absentmindedly as he flips through channels on the TV. “I told him I wasn’t interested.” “Did you really?” Pieck asks. She pretends to be offended, an exaggerated pout on her face. “That offends me greatly, you know. Don’t you think I’m such a catch?” “It seems that Porco thinks you most certainly are, so I don’t know why he hasn’t asked you out himself,” Zeke replies. Pieck takes a seat next to him on the couch. “He’s just very shy, although he likes to act like he’s tough. It’s cute, don’t you think so?” Pieck laughs. “The only reason I haven’t asked him out yet is because it’s so funny to see Pokko try to do it himself.” “Hmm.” Zeke has to agree that it’s amusing to watch Porco fumble over his feelings over Pieck, mistaking his jealousy as a dislike for everything Zeke does. Zeke doesn’t very much mind. Still, he really should ask Pieck out. Why waste time? Then again, Porco has always been a strange guy like that.

#gallipieck #pieck #zeke jaeger #porco galliard #pikupokko #pokkopiku #pikupoko #snk #modern au #requests #anon #anonymous #asks #answered

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