#Would you hold my hand?

[riahlynn101]

Dad December - Day Fourteen: "Would You Hold My Hand?"

Summary: A visit to the hospital takes a dark turn for Izuku….at least his dad is there to hold his hand. 

Trigger warnings: (Kind of) human experimentation, medical trauma, and Doctor Garaki and AFO being themselves. 

Word count: 1,210

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“Would you hold my hand?” His dad asks, extending a hand out for Izuku to take. They’re in the waiting room at the hospital. Neither of them are sick, and Izuku isn’t due for a checkup for another four months (he checked the calendar before they left). 

It’s odd, too, because it’s always mom that takes him to the doctors. But mom went to the doctor’s yesterday, and she slept in. Dad said it’s because the appointment tired her out. Izuku doesn’t mind, though. That just means he can spend time with his dad. 

“Okay,” he says, giving his hand over. His dad smiles at him, squeezing his hand. 

“Hey, Izu, you know that I love you. Right?”

The question strikes Izuku as weird. Of course, he knows his parents love him. Why wouldn’t they? Sometimes they get frustrated with him or scold him when he does something bad. But they always make sure to tuck him in at night, read to him, hold him when he’s scared, and tell Izuku that they love him all the time. 

“Yeah, and I love you and mom, too.”

There’s something in dad’s eyes. Something that Izuku with only eight years of being alive can’t place. He squeezes his dad’s hand, smiling just like All Might does. 

Dad laughs, patting his head. “Silly boy,” he murmurs fondly.

The door to the lobby opens. “Midoriya Izuku?” A nurse calls out, scanning the room.

“Here!” His dad stands up, scooping Izuku into his arms.

“Right this way.” The nurse holds the door open, stepping aside to let them in. 

Izuku clings to his dad, wrapping his arms around his neck. This place looks nothing like the doctor’s office that mom takes him to. That place has brightly-painted walls, and the nurses and doctors smile a lot. 

But this place is dull. No one smiles, not even when Izuku smiles like All Might at them. 

“Dad, I wanna go home,” he whines. He hates whining. Kacchan said it’s something that babies do, and Izuku doesn’t want to be a baby. However, this place is giving him a bad feeling. 

His dad strokes his hair, humming. “This shouldn’t take very long, Izuku. Just stay calm.”

Izuku pouts and rests his hand on his dad’s shoulder. 

“Ah, old friend,” his dad greets, going into one of the examination rooms.

“It’s been a minute.”

Izuku’s entire body freezes up. He tightens his hold on his dad’s neck. That voice. He knows that voice. 

“And that must be little Izuku. Haven’t seen him since that doctor’s visit, what was it? Four years ago?”

“Three-and-a-half,” Izuku pipes up, voice muffled by his dad’s suit jacket. The memory of being told he has no quirk coming back with a vengeance. 

“Ah, yes. Well, anyway. You can put him on the table over there.”

“I love you so much,” his dad murmurs into Izuku’s hair. He’s set down on a large metal table. It’s bigger than the examination tables in the other doctor’s office, and there’s no paper covering the top of it. He sends a questioning look at his dad, but the doctor steps in front of him.

He looks exactly the same as when Izuku last saw him, which doesn’t help the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Okay, I’m going to need you to lie back.”

Izuku stares at him blankly. “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“I…I don’t want to.”

“I apologize, Izuku-Kun, I didn’t ask what you wanted. I asked you to lie back.”

Tears well up in his eyes. Why is he here? He doesn’t want to be here. “I want my dad!” Izuku cries, wiping his eyes. “I wanna go home!”

The doctor grumbles, grabbing Izuku by the shoulders and forcing him to lay down. “Lay down.” Izuku squirms, batting at the doctor’s hand. He screams, kicking his legs out. 

One hit must land, because the doctor lets out a pained “ow” before stepping away. Izuku watches him limp over to his dad through watery eyes. They talk for a good five minutes, and he takes the time to collect himself. 

By the time the doctor comes back over to him, Izuku has calmed himself down (for the most part). His dad stands close to him. “Izuku,” he says, “I’m here. Lie down. Do what the doctor tells you.”

“Hold my hand?” Izuku asks. 

“Izuku,” his dad scolds him, but he doesn’t sound angry. 

“Please,” he begs. “I’m scared. I…I want to listen. I will listen, if you hold my hand.” Izuku knows he should just do as he’s told, but he can’t appease the panic steadily rising up in his chest. 

His dad’s expression softens. He takes Izuku’s hand. “Lay down.”

And Izuku, not wanting his dad to take his hand back, listens. He closes his eyes, and then opens them a moment later when the doctor scolds him. 

A large machine is placed over his face. It’s like nothing Izuku has ever seen before. All metal pieces, cogs, and glass. The doctor lines up the two glass pieces with Izuku’s eyes. The metal is cold against his face, and makes him feel a bit claustrophobic. He squeezes his dad’s hand harder. 

“Stay there,” the doctor says. “Don’t move a muscle.”

Not that Izuku could, even if he wanted to. Not with his dad’s hand holding his, and the machine half-hovering, half-lying on top of him. 

“Sensei,” the doctor says. “It’s time.”

Before Izuku can ask who Sensei is, his dad’s hand slips from his. The panic he had previously under control, wells up inside him. He cries and screams out for his dad, but nobody responds. A bright light flashes, temporarily blinding Izuku. 

He screams louder. “Daddy! Daddy help me!”

Another bright flash. 

Izuku kicks as hard as he can. Except there’s no one to kick. Just a heavy machine that continues to flash bright lights into his eyes. 

“Help! Help! Mommy! Daddy! I’m scared!”

But as the bright flashes continue, Izuku feels his energy drain. Eventually he can’t scream any longer. He lays still, head spinning and vision getting dimmer and dimmer. 

-x-x-x-

All for One scoops his son off the table, exchanging a few words with his old friend. This wasn’t his first option. He would have preferred to use a quirk instead, but all of the ones in his arsenal wouldn’t hold long enough for it to be effective. 

Izuku snuggles closer to him, little hands bunched up in his jacket. Poor thing. All for One kisses the top of his head. 

Memory alteration is such a tricky business. 

When his son and wife wake up, he’ll be gone. Hopefully not for more than a year or two, but even if he never comes back, they’ll never question his absence. 

He arrives home to a quiet apartment. Inko must still be sleeping, but he’ll check on her before he leaves (just to be safe).

Hisashi places his son in bed, tucking him in. For a second, the urge to hold his son forever and ever, and never let him go is beyond overwhelming. He thinks about staying. Maybe he could watch Izuku grow up….

But it only lasts for a second. 

 “I’ll be home as soon as I can. I promise.”

[soldrawss]

Something something 16yo 2k12 Mikey gets sucked into a portal and sent into the RISE universe and ends up helping raise the RISE kiddos AU

[stark-lord]

charles + hands

for @iammissdistress and @purgatory606

[sadmages]

In my mind palace my tav and Astarion are playing the exact same game of 5D chess and they don't realize it yet

[egophiliac]

ENG PLAYERS I BESEECH YOU

I have been informed that you guys are getting part 4 of episode 7 tomorrow, which means we are FINALLY going to get the official romanization of Revaan's name, somebody please tell me because I need to know what it is.

like, yes, it's probably just Revan/Levan, but look, I'm sitting here with my finger over the button of all these Laverne and Shirley jokes and just waiting for the opportunity to deploy them --

[mercurymoths]

The colours as little paper chain guys was an idea I couldn’t get out of my head, so I drew not one but two versions! (Cuz I’m a sucker for shadow >:))

[mohntilyet]

about illario working with the venatori, we can't forget that elgar'nan gifted him blood magic, so I do think that he somewhat influenced him and that's why he's so much more vindictive and jealous in comparison to tevinter nights. I don't mean that he's being mind controlled, but it's a bit like cyrian, a god just amplifying those negative emotions in you and promising power and glory can push a person to that edge and to make stupid af decisions.

im also not forgetting that zara line in inner demons where she talks about an envy demon. like. why an envy demon in specific...there's THINGS between zara and illario that were not shown

no literally if you get me talking about illario + envy + the possibility of getting him possessed, you will have me here for fucking ever. a non mage doing blood magic (any magic at all) is really weird and interesting to me and i don’t remember an example of this happening before (feel free to correct me tho lol. i’m discounting possessions and dwarves)

i had started wildly theorising after bloodbath that he had been possessed and he was tapping into the fade using an envy demon. especially like you said, zara mentions it, AND because i swear there’s a codex in the ossuary where it mentions an envy demon whereas spite is obviously determination, right? so i thought it was a breadcrumb trail to a big “illario is being influenced and doesn’t even know” reveal— same as you anon like great minds am i right— but i’m not sure there is actually any evidence of that lol. like maybe if you squint but i do believe it was explained away by “oh yeah, and elgarnan let him do special blood magic”

it does also make sense to me that illario can only control lucanis, due to being part of the same family. a bloodline thing, and it is very poetic to me that their shared family connection in caterina is what allows him to control lucanis, even for a moment lol. spite being the extra magical boost that lucanis needs to block that out ALSO makes sense to me so i’m not too fussed abt these details lol🤔

the envyllario in my heart also gets spectral weapons for himself. lucanis gets wings, illario gets talons, PLUS green-purple are complementary colors so it would have been really fun to see them clash with their spirit/demon-powers. the talon thing is also a kind of reflection of his end-goal desire, how envy demons already have those freaky hands, and it manifests as claws and is a much more aggressive, strength-augmenting manifestation (as opposed to manoeuvrability and speed-augmenting that spite’s wings give lucanis.) anyways that's what the diagram above is supposed to be (this is extremely hot to me)

[leftneb]

I don't have a title for this I just really wanted to draw this pic of lando

(og picture and a flat colour version under the cut :3)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good Morning, World.

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[andy-clutterbuck]

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[bogdreamz]

korvo lost and farting 0 stars for you my boy

[deadmenspress]

"'All well.' That seems like another lifetime, does it not, Francis? Can you remember a time when any of us could write such a thing with an easy conscience?"

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[wasyago]

we're at it again🕺

[wasabi-gumdrop]

oh

i am. unwell.