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petit-etoile · 1 year ago

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i need you when i'm falling apart

pairing . ⊱ astarion x tav wordcount . ⊱ 3,489 part one . ⊱ here . content warnings . ⊱ mentions of canon compliant temporary character death, spoilers for act iii endgame other tags . ⊱ canon compliant, character study, introspection, p.orn with plot, pwp, vignette, re-establishing relationship, blood drinking, m.issionary position, tav is gender neutral archiveofourown . ⊱ here .

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summary . ⊱ You have learned to be good. It's time Astarion learns to be forgiven.

During the heart of spring, Astarion spends more time trying to avoid you than he does trying to catch up with you. You’re not even sure why he agreed to travel alongside you — but you do not ask. You press your lips together and push on anyway.

His eyes are cold, and red.

The first night when you set up camp in an abandoned temple, Astarion moves his tent to the other side of the sanctuary as if he cannot bear to be around you. Like you smell. You’ve never cared much for the thoughts or opinions of others, but an inkling of self-doubt creeps back into the depths of your mind. What is the cost of being good if no one treats you kindly?

Every interaction you have with him is like pulling teeth. You want to fight for the tieflings, and Astarion wants to leave them behind. You want to help Wyll find his father, and Astarion snorts. Any good deed you suggest, he finds the need to punish.

When the cambion Raphael reaches and touches your cheek with a promise of opulence and salubrity, you're reminded of a night two hundred years ago. You stumble out of the House of Hope as fast as you can.

You don’t stop walking until daybreak. One night, you explode on Astarion. Your feelings bubble up like bile in your throat.

‘I tried to look for you!’ you snap at him. ‘You can sit here, and you can be bitter, but if I had known, I would have looked for you! But I didn’t know — I didn’t know and it isn’t a crime!’

Astarion’s look of surprise is one thing. He furrows his eyebrows as if properly scandalized, and his frustrated scowl turns to ash when you throw his old cravat at him. You had kept it tied around your neck for two hundred years. You wouldn’t keep it a day longer.

It’s a horrifying mistake to go wandering off in the Underdark by yourself with nothing but a hunting knife at your side, but you never really gave much thought to how you would cope with the gravity of the situation. The fact that you knew Cazador only made matters worse. You stumble past the ruins of the Selûnite Outpost in hopes of running away from your past.

You don’t run into your past in the dark, but you do run into a Spectator.

You’re immediately thrown into darkness and narrowly avoid being petrified, but you have no idea what you’re going to do about this situation besides hide beyond some poor stoned soul. You might should have considered thinking it through. You might should have thought anything through but you didn’t, and that’s the only crime you’ve committed in quite some time. It isn’t a crime is something you’ve begun to repeat to yourself often.

You manage to defend yourself for quite a while in the darkness, but by the end, you’re nursing a nasty wound and bite from the Spectator that will take some time to heal. You’re tucked under some petrified Drow bastard when you hear Karlac’s battle cry and see Gale’s ice spell come from the cliffs. The one that catches you off-guard, the one that will always catch you off-guard, is Astarion flipping through the air with nothing but an elven bow like a prince from your dreams.

Defeating the Spectator is easier with allies, and even the Drow protecting it goes down without much of a fight. You nurse your wounds as best you can, sitting against the cliffs with a bleeding thigh, and try not to frown when Astarion approaches.

‘Give me that,’ he says quietly, snatching one of Halsin’s potions from your fingers. ‘Even after all these years, it seems like you still need protecting.’

You frown and pick at your torn breeches. ‘I know how much you hate that, your honor.’

Astarion looks at you for the first time in several tendays, eyes rimmed with red. ‘I never hated it,’ he says. He dresses your wound like it pains him to see it. ‘I don’t hate it even now.’ Astarion crashes into you full force the night you arrive at the Last Light Inn after you’ve talked to Jaheira but before you’ve talked to anyone else. You’re in your room, and the next thing you know, you’re not alone.

Two hundred years of loneliness are erased at that moment.

His teeth clack painfully against yours as he shoves you into the wall, too uncaring or too pent up to care about the force. He cradles the back of your head to keep you from cracking it on the wall, but other than that, Astarion doesn’t care about hiding the full force of his strength. He kisses you until your mouth is swollen and then he’s tearing your night shirt open with both hands like he can’t get enough.

‘Astarion — ’ you try to say, startled.

But you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him too. You let Astarion push you around, until you’re both stripped of your clothes and he’s lying flat on his back on the hard wooden floor with you pulled into his lap, his cock pushed deep inside you, and his hands unable to stop wandering the planes of your body. Astarion all but sobs into your mouth as he fucks you. He holds your cheeks in his hands like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

When you’re both finished, no one moves from the wood floor despite there being a bed. You lie on your side next to him, memorizing the slope of his nose while you still shiver with little twinges of pleasure still racing up your spine and between your legs. Astarion’s eyes are closed. He’s pretending to sleep, or pretending to be dead so you don’t have to talk about what’s happened, but you’re curious anyway.

You reach across the distance and touch his chest. You know there’s no heartbeat beneath his ribs, but you like to pretend. You close your eyes and dream it has been nothing but two hundred years of happiness and bliss in Astarion’s home.

‘When I first saw you,’ you say quietly, ‘I thought you were a ghost come back to haunt me.’

‘Are you often haunted by ghosts?’ Astarion asks. He still doesn’t look.

‘I’ve been properly reformed while you were away,’ you tell him. You stare at his neck. ‘There was only one ghost I was running from.’

He smiles. ‘And now you’ve found him. What do you think about this haunting?’

‘I am happily haunted,’ you say honestly. He opens his eyes then and turns toward you, lips pressed into a firm line. ‘But you are not happily haunting.’

Astarion sits up then and you follow him, legs sticky and wet. You reach for his hands and pull them into your lap. You watch as he struggles to accept a kind touch. In a way, you understand that. You remember how kindly he treated you when you didn’t deserve it. You hold his hands even when he tries to run away.

‘I was ashamed for you to see me like this,’ Astarion explains. He looks away, hesitant. ‘My condition isn’t one that I’m proud of. It isn’t fair to say I was tricked, but — ’

‘Wanting to live doesn’t make you a bad person,’ you say.

‘Perhaps not,’ he says. ‘But I became what I often chastised you for. I am greedy. I am prone to lying and bouts of theatrics. I’ve killed. It was embarrassing to fall so low.’

‘And now you rescue orphans,’ you say, shrugging. ‘You helped the gnomes. You helped the tieflings. You’re going to help the gnomes and tieflings again. There’s still good in you, your honor, beneath all that vampiric avarice you despair over.’

Astarion laughs and turns away from you. He’s looking for his clothes, and your heart squeezes so tightly in your chest that you move before you can stop yourself. You drape yourself over Astarion’s back and pull his arms away from his smallclothes. You can tell by the musculature of his arms that you only succeed because he lets you.

‘Please don’t leave me alone again,’ you whisper against his shoulder. Your wet eyelashes tickle the nape of his neck. ‘I waited for you that night and… I don’t want to be alone anymore.’

Astarion stays that night.

He stays every night after that too. For what it’s worth, your third visit to Baldur’s Gate is hardly better than the first two.

Between fighting cultists, saving children, and trying to convince most of your party that they’re not going to become mindflayers, you’re beginning to run a little thin. You feel like you’re going to shrivel up and die. You feel like the world is spinning and falling apart. You’ve killed Gortash and you’ve killed Orin and you killed Ketheric ages ago, but now you’re trying to keep the Emperor from betraying you and sacrificing Orpheus, and Cazador’s invitation is sitting pretty in your hands, and —

Well, that’s just it, isn’t it? Cazador’s invitation is in your hands, and you don’t have the heart to show Astarion. You’re afraid of showing Astarion. You know that as soon as you show him the invitation, he’ll lose his mind. You’ve only just recovered him and you’re already worried about losing him again.

You bury the invitation in the garden behind the inn like you’re a dog with a bone. You shovel the dirt with your hands until they’re cracked and raw and bleeding and the invitation is buried six feet in the ground. It should scare you that Cazador knows who you are, but it doesn’t. You aren’t stupid enough to run headfirst into his trap. And Astarion isn’t stupid either, but he’s scared, and being scared makes you do stupid things. Astarion almost does a very stupid thing like you predicted he would.

The Rite of Ascension was right there in his hands, and he had almost consumed it. You aren’t sure what changed his mind at the last minute but you’re thankful. Astarion crawls into your arms that night and sobs for hours. ‘What are we going to do about tomorrow?’ Astarion asks you softly.

He’s been tracing patterns into your spine all evening. If he moves his hands now, you’d still feel his fingertips against your skin. You’re hiding your face in your arms so you don’t have to think about it. You can’t stop thinking about it.

‘We’re going to fight the Absolute,’ you say.

‘Like it’s that simple?’

‘I am going to look another god in the face,’ you say, ‘and I am going to tell it to fuck off back to Avernus.’

‘Do Netherbrains come from Avernus?’

You don’t know. You’re too worried to think too hard about the simplest details. So far, you’re every plan has been to go in, stab whoever is the loudest, and then leave before things get worse. It’s hard to keep your head above the waves as they keep crashing down on you.

You don’t want to talk about tomorrow. If things don’t go well, you’re all going to die anyway and all that planning will have been for nothing. You turn on your side and appraise Astarion’s expression. He’s looking at you with muted disbelief. You choose to ignore it.

‘What are we going to do after tomorrow?’ you ask.

Astarion opens his mouth to chastise you for changing the subject, but he closes it almost immediately. He doesn’t want to talk about it either. It’s a scary thing to walk into the end of the world with a sword and a dagger. At least Dame Aylin will be there. You hope she can just stomp the Netherbrain to death and then it’ll all be over.

‘I could always go back to being a magistrate,’ Astarion says conversationally.

He picks at a thread coming loose on his blanket.

‘If you go back to that, I’ll go back to being a criminal,’ you muse. ‘We can have nasty sex on your desk again. You always did look damn good in a cassock.’

Astarion laughs. He laughs like the sunlight that peeks through the window on a sunny morning. He laughs like the moonlight that splays on the cobblestone of Baldur’s Gate long after everyone else has already gone to bed. It’s hideous — it’s melodic and intoxicating, and you reach across the distance and touch his cheek without thinking.

You slide your finger across to his nose. You press your finger against the wrinkle between his brow, and Astarion starts laughing again so you do too. You kiss him while he laughs, and then he holds you and you both laugh together. He will never be a judge again. Your connections with the Zhentarim will die out.

Astarion brushes his fingers against your hip bone. He rolls out of bed like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do, and you miss him. Already without him, the bed is much colder. You dramatically crawl across to his side and press your nose into his pillowcase to smell the faint traces of whiskey that are left.

When he returns, he presents you with his old cravat which has been neatly restored almost to perfection. He had sewn it back together himself. You had worn it for two hundred years as a good luck charm against evil, and the wear and tear had nearly torn it to shreds. You’d never had the heart to try to tailor it yourself. Sewing wasn’t your strong suit, and you had never cried over Astarion’s death until the day you thought you had lost it.

Astarion neatly ties the cravat around your wrist like a promise. He kisses your skin and inhales as though in a dream, nose brushing against the fabric, like the touch of a ghost against your veins. Your throat tightens.

‘Wherever this takes us,’ Astarion says, eyes burning. ‘I want to be there with you in the end.’

You tuck inside your bed with Astarion that night and watch the moon disappear through the window. It’s barely daylight when you’re finally too exhausted to stay awake, and Astarion almost lets you both miss the final showdown. Lae’zel, however, doesn’t. ‘I don’t mind what we do,’ Astarion is saying, ‘once we get to the — ’

You watch with muted horror as Astarion’s skin begins to glimmer in the sunlight. The fire begins cracking under his skin, brimming against his cheekbones and nose and throat and hair much like Karlach when she overheats. You watch as the tips of his ears ignite, and then he’s searching for you frantically between all of your friends.

‘I have to go,’ he chokes out. ‘I have to — ’

There is a world where you let Astarion run alone, where you both get separated on the docks and never find one another again. He runs from the sun as he bursts with radiant energy and as stars pour from his skin, you forget what Wyll is saying, and you run after him.

Astarion finds sanctuary in melting shade beneath a set of boxes. He’s curled up into himself when you arrive, and you drop next to him, pulling your cloak over your heads. He looks up at you, bewildered.

But you have lived through losing Astarion once, and it has haunted you for two hundred years. You had known loneliness and fear and anger, and the thought of surviving it for even a day more makes your stomach roll. You press your forehead to Astarion’s and stand as tall as you can so the sun can’t touch him ever again.

‘Won’t your arms get tired?’ Astarion asks you faintly.

He watches you with a sense of wonder. His skin slowly returns to normal, no more flickering stardust and ash, and you grin. He slowly smiles too, nervous but you shake your head and keep your cloaked raised.

‘Never,’ you say. ‘Not when it’s you.’

‘My reform worked, then?’ he says.

‘I’ve learned about your stuck-up decorum,’ you say. ‘It’s true. I can confirm.’

‘A sense of propriety?’ Astarion asks, and if his voice goes any softer, you’ll melt too.

‘Let me carry the weight of your sins,’ you tell him sincerely, laughing a little. ‘And if we need to find another desk then we will. But I’ll be your knight in shining armor, your honor, and carry a parasol above your head as a proper chamberlain would.’

Astarion snorts. ‘That isn’t quite the job of a chamberlain.’

You hold the cloak up for two hours at least while Astarion recovers from the damage. You can’t help but notice that he looks happy and content even in the shadows. It must be because you’re there, although you’re hesitant to take credit for all his happiness. When you let down the cloak, the sun has set. When Astarion rises, he kisses your cheek sweetly. ‘The silence stretches on — I’m all alone,’ you muse, ‘Please, can I hold your hands, just for a while?’

Bernard’s arms wrap around you gently, and you wrap your arms around his steel ribs. You’ve taken up residence in the old Arcane Tower in the Underdark. You appreciate the permanent nighttime, and if you admitted you only did it because Astarion wanted to be close to his family, it wouldn’t be entirely true. With a bit of help from Gale, you’ve managed to turn the tower into a comfortable fortress. Sometimes Omeluum comes to visit you. Occasionally, there’s word from Shadowheart from the Selûnite Outpost. She’s hoping to restore it. She wants you to come visit.

‘Are you still playing with that dusty old thing, my love?’ Astarion hums from the doorway.

‘You be kind to Bernard,’ you warn him. ‘He’s my friend.’

‘Of course, of course,’ Astarion says, holding his hands up. ‘I’ll be kind to the scrap metal.’

You roll your eyes and step away, touching Bernard’s chest briefly. Astarion has just arrived back from a trip. There are spawn all over the Underdark now, and they treat Astarion as though he’s some sort of prince. They heed your word too, but none so much as his. Their eldest brother, their favorite. They tolerate you if it means getting to see Astarion.

You’re a jack-of-all-trades and master-of-none now. You leave your handiwork for the day or night or whatever it is to go down to your bedroom and recline in bed. Astarion lights each candle one by one until the room is illuminated. You smile and watch as he works.

‘Having responsibility suits you well,’ you say, resting your cheek on your palm. ‘Although it’s funny how our positions have changed somewhat.’

‘I’m the contracted killer,’ Astarion says with a laugh. ‘Are you a magistrate now?’

‘I have at least four hundred years of life left,’ you snort. ‘I, Magistrate Judge Stick-Up-My-Ass, sentence thee to fifty years of community service!’

Astarion rolls his eyes at you dramatically and throws himself into bed, kicking off his boots as he does so. He smells of fresh oils and mist. You bury your nose in his hair. You practically burrow yourself into him, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a mindflayer. You squeeze him tightly in your arms.

‘We have a sprawling manse and all you can think of to do all day is mock me for a position I have not occupied in two hundred years?’ Astarion pouts.

You kiss his hair. ‘What else should I do?’

‘Well,’ Astarion says, tone turning conspiratorial. ‘There are a certain amount of fuckable places here. Several desks, I’ve counted them all, and couches.’

You contemplate it, but after several tendays on the road and a wiggling visitor in your head, you think the bed is the best place. You pull Astarion up to kiss him, arms wrapping around his neck so he can’t leave you. You never want him to go again. You bump your nose against his and hide a smile in his coiffed hair when he melts against your chest.

You sigh prettily when Astarion takes you in your velvet sheets that you float as though in a dream. Your troubles are long over, and that person you thought you lost — your immortal soul — has returned to you as beautiful as the day you lost him. When you shudder, Astarion brushes hair out of your eyes adoringly and tastes your pulse at your jaw. You dig your fingers into the small of his back.

It’s like you’ve found a family. A very bitey, very competitive family. Still, you wouldn’t change any of it for the world. You hold Astarion’s face in your hands and see the man you knew and the man he’s become. Slowly, you pull his mouth towards your neck and feel your heartbeat jump in your chest.

He bites you for the first time that night.

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natslilcorner · 1 month ago

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DadMight and Izuku (hit by a age/body regressing quirk) AU (part 4)

(i'm not a writer and English is my third language, this is just a brainrot i had to get out lol)

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When Mitsuki decided that morning to go shopping at the mall, last thing she imagined was seeing her high school best friend Inko and Toshinori- he’s-not-my-boyfriend-Mitsuki!!- Yagi standing in front of a toy store. But that’s not really the surprising part. What made Mitsuki stop in her tracks was a very familiar someone sitting on top of the former Number One Hero’s shoulders. Someone that Mitsuki remember being a bit older in the present time, and not a toddler. Oh did she miss Izuku’s chubby cheeks though.

Suddenly Mitsuki grins and runs towards the trio waving her hand “Ohiii Inko! Good morning!”.

Both the adults quickly turn towards the voice and Inko smiles recognizing her friend. “Mitsuki! Good morning to you as well!”

Mitsuki lets Inko greet her with a hug and then nods her head to Toshinori, who nods back to her.

“Auntie!” Mitsuki raises her eyes and sees little Izuku jumping up and down on Toshinori’s shoulders, making the man hold tighter on his legs so he doesn’t fall off.

“Look who it is! Izuku, you look WAY younger since last time I saw you. You have to tell me your secret.” She says making the toddler giggle.

Inko quickly apologises and explains their little situation to her. Mitsuki hums and standing up on her toes ruffles Izuku’s hair.

“As if my kid would tell me about something like this. Usually I get my updates about Katsuki from Izuku, now I understand why he didn’t reply to my last message yesterday. Well I’m glad it’s nothing bad.”

Inko nods and looks fondly at her kid. “Imagine if also Katsuki got affected by this quirk. It would’ve been nice to see them both as babies-“ Mitsuki laugh loudly.

“Fuck NO. I’m so glad my spawn didn’t get involved in this. I no longer have the patience I once had to deal again with his tantrums. I would’ve left him at UA and let his teacher deal with his ass.” She keeps laughing making Inko sigh. “Izuku though? He was always a sweetheart. If you want me to babysit I’m down. Although from the looks of it, you BOTH look to be dealing with it well.” Mitsuki grins raising her eyebrow at the men next to them. Both Inko and Yagi blush making the blonde woman laugh even harder.

“Soooo. Family shopping?” She asks. Inko was waving her hand in front of her face trying to cool down her rosy cheeks. “Y-Yes.. we don’t know exactly when Izuku will go back to normal and staying inside the house was making Izuku cranky. Also we need some clothes and things for him.”

“I see I see.” Mitsuki nods and grins. “Yagi-san, I see you have been escorting them.” She puts her hand on her hip and looks up at the man. Toshinori’s back straights up and looks at the blonde woman in front of him. “Y-Yes m’am. I thought that because of Young Midoriya’s delicate situation it would’ve been good to have someone look out for them.”

“Yeah? Surely it’s not becaus-“

“Auntie! Auntiee! Look what Toshi-san gifted me!” Izuku starts climbing on top of Toshinori’s head to show off his new All Might plushie to Mitsuki. “Young Midoriya please don’t do that, you will fall off!” Izuku doesn’t listen to the man so Toshinori had to grab onto the little backpack that the kid was wearing to make sure Izuku didn’t fall off.

“Oh my. How kind of Yagi-san, isn’t it Izuku?” The toddler starts nodding and puts the plushie in the middle of Toshinori’s head, letting it’s little legs dangle on top of the man’s eyebrows. “Yes! Toshi-san and Mama have been playing with me all day yesterday! We played pretend and then hide and seek and then we watched some movies!”

“Reeaaallyy?” Mitsuki looks back at Inko and grins.

Inko looks away from her friend’s amused eyes. She told Mitsuki about her situationship with Toshinori and since then the blonde has been enjoying teasing her about it. She enjoyed the telenovela, as she would always call it. Inko knew she didn’t mean it in a bad way, Mitsuki was incredibly supportive of her and truly wished the best for Inko and Yagi. She would often say how she deserved someone who would really love her, and that Yagi was perfect for her.

Inko looks back at her friend currently grinning at her. “M-Mitsuki whatever you are thinking, stop.” She warns, but the only reply she gets is one of her friends mischievous laughs. “I’m not doing anything! Anyway how about we get something to eat. My treat! Izuku do you want pancakes? I know a really good store here!” Izuku starts jumping again on Toshinori’s shoulders chanting pancakes over and over again. Both Inko and Toshinori sigh.

They all follow Mitsuki to a cafè and order pancakes and some ice cream. Izuku is overjoyed filling his mouth with food and syrup.

“Izuku slow down, you are going to choke on your food!” Inko scolds him while Toshinori takes a tissue and cleans the toddler’s face from all the syrup.

Mitsuki looks at the trio and smiles fondly. Toshinori Yagi was really a good addition to their little family. Oh she couldn’t WAIT to get home and tell all the new gossip to Masaru.

For now she might as well have a little fun with it. Mitsuki grins.

“Yagi-san I didn’t know you were that good with toddlers. I know you are a teacher but teenagers and kids this small are pretty different.” Mitsuki bends her arm on the table and puts her chin on her palm.

“Me? Oh no no, I’m flattered but I honestly don’t even know what I’m doing.” He laughs. “Inko-san has been extremely helpful teaching me, but I still have a lot to learn. All I can do is support her and play with Young Midoriya when he asks.” Toshinori smiles down at the kid in question, who smiles back at him with his mouth full of pancakes.

“That’s not true, Toshinori-san! Don’t undervalue your help like that.” Inko puts her hand on his arm. “So don’t sell yourself short. For someone with zero experience as a parent, you’ve been incredible with Izuku.”

Mitsuki sees the man blushing all flustered and giggles at the scene. They are so easy to mess with.

“Izuku looks comfortable with you, so you must be doing something right, Yagi-san.” She reassures him. “I mean I guess this is good practice in case... you know.” She winks at them.

Both Inko and Toshinori stop eating to look at her.

“Huh?” Inko breaks the silence. “What do you mean?” The smaller woman tilts her head to the side frowning. She looks to the side and locks eyes with Toshinori who looks at her as much confused. Suddenly both their faces turn red, and Toshinori starts coughing while Inko waves her hands around flustered.

“Mitsuki!! What is wrong with youuu!!” Inko grabs her friend’s arm shaking her, Mitsuki burst out laughing.

Izuku looks at his mum and Toshinori confused. “Mama? Are you okay?” Inko looks down at her son still with an evident blush on her cheeks. “Y-Yes honey! Auntie Mitsuki is just pulling a prank on your mum and Toshinori-san.” Izuku tilts his head and looks at his auntie who simply grins in return.

Inko and Toshinori calm down after a bit and Mitsuki doesn’t make fun of them anymore. They all finish eating and leave the store together, Izuku holding both Inko’s and Toshinori’s hand giggling whenever the adults pick him up letting him dangle between them.

“Alright it was fun while it lasted, thanks for the entertainment.” She laughs at Inko’s scowling face and then kneels in front of Izuku. “It was such a good surprise seeing you like this Izuku.” She puts her hand on Izuku’s cheek and smiles genuinely. “Be good for your Mum and Yagi-san, alright kiddo?” Izuku nods then raises his hand and delicately pushes his fingerpad against Mitsuki’s spiky hair giggling whenever it bounces back straight.

She laughs and ruffles Izuku’s hair making the kid giggle even more. Mitsuki would be lying if she didn’t missed this. Katsuki was handful as a kid but after spending the last hours with the trio she would be lying if she didn’t missed having a kid attached to her hip.

“Alright!” Mitsuki says standing up. “I’m going now. It was nice seeing you all!” They all say goodbye and Mitsuki leaves.

Inko watches her friend leaving and sighs. She’s glad that Mitsuki was tamer than her usual self but still... She looks up at Yagi and smiles apologetically. “I’m so sorry Toshinori-san. Sometimes Mitsuki can be a bit...too much. I hope she didn’t upset you or anything.” She bows and Toshinori start panicking putting his free hand on her shoulder. “It’s ok Inko-san! I’m not upset or anything, it just.. caught me off guard that’s it.” He laughs rubbing his neck with a small blush on his cheeks.

Izuku looks up at both the adults and frowns not understanding why his Mum and Toshi-san were all red in face. His confusion lasts short as soon as he notices a stand stall in a corner of the mall. He recognize it being one of those game stands where you play a game and win a prize, he has played one of those before and even won!

Izuku’s eyes fill with excitement and starts pulling both the adults towards it. “Look! Can I play?? Pleeeeeaseee. Please! Please! Please!” Izuku starts jumping pulling down each time both his Mum and Toshi-san, making them almost lose balance.

“Izuku, please calm down or you will make us fall!” Inko says amused and as soon as her kid calms down she looks up at the stall in front of them. It’s one of those where you pay and get a couple of balls to throw against cans to make them fall. “Izuku you already got a toy today. How about we come back another day, mh?”

But Izuku wasn’t listening to his Mum, his eyes were fixed on a particular plushie. Izuku in the past days spent so much time learning about all the new... the future heroes with Toshinori-san. So when he saw a Gang Orca plushie his interest immediately focused on that. Something Toshinori immediately noticed.

“Cmon Inko-san. One more toy won’t do harm.” He smiles down at her and looks at the man of the stall. “We’d like to play, thank you!” Izuku immediately starts jumping in place excited while Inko sighs and smiles.

“Can I try? I want to win Gang Orca!!!” Izuku grabs onto Toshinori’s shirt while jumping. The man smiles at the kid. “Of course, Young Midoriya! Just be careful.” Toshinori pays for a couple of rounds and both the adults sit down on a bench watching fondly the kid attempting to make some cans fall.

After a bit they see Izuku coming back to them with a frown on his face. Inko immediately straightens up and takes his hands as soon as he gets close. “Izuku? What’s wrong?” Izuku keeps his head low, with his chin touching his chest.

“Young Midoriya?” Toshinori puts his hand on top of the boy’s curls, a worried expression on his face.

“I’m sorry, I lost...” The adults look at each other and sigh.

“Izuku. Look up for me, baby.” Inko puts her hands on his cheeks raising his head. “I’m sorry you didn’t win the plushie you wanted. These games are hard even for adults! Hitting such a small target-“ Izuku quickly shakes his head.

“But I did hit some! They didn’t fall though, and the mister working there simply laughed and told me to try again and ask... you to pay for more rounds. But I don’t want to waste your money...”

Toshinori frowns and looks at the stall.

“Oh Izuku..” Inko’s glossy eyes match her kids and hugs him tightly. “And do not worry about the money, okay? I know when you were younger.. I mean right now you think that we are still struggling, but we are doing so much better.” She wipes with her thumb the tears from Izuku’s eyes. “I don’t think I told you but I got my University degree, you know the one you saw me study for.” She winks making the kid giggle.

“Really?? That’s so cool Mum!” While Inko cheers up Izuku, Toshinori stands up from the bench and walks towards the stall.

Toshinori looks down at the owner stall and then up to the cans positioned on the various shelves. Ahh.. of course. The oldest trick in the world. The retired hero smiles down at the stall owner and puts down on the table a couple of bills.

Inko pushes Izuku’s hair back while the kid info dumps on her about heroes. He calmed down quickly and doesn’t look bothered by losing at the stall anymore.

“Mama! We need to watch that movie Toshi-san told me abou-“ Izuku stops rambling as soon as he feels pressure on top of his head. He raises his little arms and touches on top of his head feeling a soft material sitting on top of him.

“You got it????!!”

In front of the mother and son stands Toshinori holding two big plushies. One of Gang Orca and one of a simple golden bunny. As soon as Izuku notices the plushie from the stall he jumps off the bench and takes the plushie hugging it tighly.

“Oh my. Toshinori-san you didn’t..” Inko covers her mouth amused looking down at her even happier than before kid.

“Eh it’s ok. Young Midoriya behaved very well these days, he deserves it.” Toshinori ruffles Izuku’s hair.

“Oh by the way...” A blush pops on the man’s cheeks. “This one is for you, Inko-san. It’s pretty dumb and childish but I hope you appreciate it anyway. But if you don’t that’s okay! Don’t wanna pressure you or anyth-“ Inko’s giggle interrupts the man’s rambling. She stands up and takes the plushie from Toshinori, her face red matching just like the man’s.

“Thank you. This is really cute, Toshinori-san... oh my it’s so warm in here.” She starts waving her hand in front of her face attempting to cool her blush down. “Izuku what do we say?” Inko looks down at her son attempting to distract herself.

Izuku gasps and runs towards Toshinori hugging his legs tightly. “Thank you, Toshi-san!!!! How did you win???” Toshinori laughs and ruffles Izuku’s hair. “How about I tell you in the car while we go back home?” The toddler start nodding vigorously making both the adults laugh.

The group leave the mall and drive towards the Midoriya’s household. At some point of the drive Izuku fell asleep, so Toshinori had to carry him and split some bags with Inko to carry into the apartment.

Once settled home Toshinori took Izuku to his bedroom leaving the kid to nap. They spent the whole morning out so he didn’t blame the kid to be tired.

Izuku’s nose itches. He scrunches it trying to make the itch go away but unfortunately it doesn’t work. He slowly opens his eyes and notices the cause of the itch. Gang Orca’s plush fur has been tickling his nose making the kid wake up. Izuku yawns stretching a bit.

He looks towards the window and sees light coming through, it was still day then. Izuku sits down on the bed letting out another yawn, when he hears them. Giggles. Were his Mama and Toshi-san playing without him?

Izuku jumps off his bed and walks towards the door. He silently opens it and pokes his head out in the hallway. Looking to his left he sees his mum and the man who has been playing with them the past days in the kitchen.

Inko has her hands on top of the taller man’s chest, while Toshinori’s were on her hips. They were dancing in circles around the kitchen table, both of them laughing happily. Izuku recognises the song playing from the tv, it was a yoghurt tv commercial that played that silly song.

Izuku smiles and covers his mouth to silence his giggles when he sees his mum accidentally stepping on Toshi-san’s toes. Then the commercial ends and they both stand still catching their breath from the dancing and laughing. Izuku puts his feet out of his room ready to join the duo when he sees his mum putting her hand on Toshi-san’s cheek and pulling him down towards her. Izuku gasps when the adults finally reach each other and kiss.

Oh.

Inko looked at the man in front of her. It was weird to love someone again after her last relationship ended so bad. At the beginning she was terrified. Bearing lots of insecurities, trauma and anxiety caused by so many events.

But Toshinori was so easy to love. It took her a while, and a couple months of therapy, to accept her feelings. Ever more to accept Toshinori’s unique courting. The man having no idea what to do , lacking a lot of experience about romance. Inko thought his attempts of flirting were the cutest thing ever, not because they were silly or very i-read-it-in-a-book-ish. But because she saw how much he tried and cared, all that for her.

Inko raises her hand and puts it on Toshinori’s cheek brushing it lovingly. Whenever he looked at her with so much fondness and care her eyes would always tear up. She truly wonders what did she do for such a blessing.

She delicately guides Toshinori’s face towards her, who immediately catches on and with a matching blush on their cheeks, they kiss. It’s simply a peck on the lips, but it’s enough to make both adult’s stomachs explode with butterflies.

They hear a gasp and a door closing delicately. Toshinori’s back straightens and looks towards the hallway.

“Oh my...” Inko covers her mouth embarrassed and looks up at Toshinori who drops his hands from her hips and scratches his neck, red just like his face.

“Do you think he... saw us? I’m so sorry Inko-san I should’ve been more careful-“ Inko puts her hand on his arm and shakes her head. “No, it’s not your fault. I should’ve been....” She sighs and looks towards the hallway where her child’s bedroom door stays closed. Their... situationship wasn’t anything official. Both adults too scared to give it a name. They didn’t even tell anything to Izuku... the older one. Oh boy this was going to be... something.

“I’m going to go talk to him.” Inko smiles at the man next to her and walks towards the bedroom door. She takes a deep breath and enters.

“Izuku? Baby?” She looks at all the toys scattered on the floor and frowns. Putting that thought aside she looks at her kid, sitting on the floor with his back resting on the side of the bed. In his hands the plushie Toshinori won him a couple of hours earlier.

She forces a smile on her face and approaches Izuku. “Did you sleep well, Izuku? Are you hungry?” Izuku shakes his head and keeps playing with Gang Orca the plushie’s hands. Inko sighs and using the bed as support she sits down next to the boy. Getting up will be annoying, but that’s a problem for future Inko.

“What... uhm... what are you thinking about?” She pulls Izuku’s hair behind his ear.

“Mhh.” Izuku shrugs his shoulders off and keeps his eyes on the plushie.

“Okay... how about we go question to question, mh? I ask you a question and you ask me one. Do not feel embarrassed or scared ok?” Izuku looks at his mum and nods. Inko sighs and smiles.

“OK, I’ll go first. Izuku, are you upset?” The toddler hides his face in the plushie’s belly and shakes his head. Inko mentally takes a sigh of relief, both glad that her kid is not upset and that he is replying to her.

“What would you like to ask me Izuku?” The boy hums and peaks up from his plushie looking at his mum. He look at her for what feels like minutes, and then looks towards the door of his room.

“Where is Toshi-san?” He asks. Inko blushes a bit and starts nervously playing with a strand of her hair.

“Uhm, he is in the kitchen! Do... do you want me to call him?” Izuku nods and with a sigh Inko puts her hand on the bed using it as support to stand up. After a couple of attempts and multiple bone cracking sounds, Inko drops back on the floor with a scoff.

“...Mama are you okay?”

“Yes, baby.” She says with a pained groan. “Could you please cover your ears for a second? Mama has to shout.” Izuku quickly covers his ears and Inko takes a deep breath.

“TOSHIN-“ The door slams open and a worried looking Toshinori enter the room.

“Are you both okay?? Is anyone injur-“

“Everything is ok, Toshinori-san.” Inko smiles up at him. “Izuku wanted you to be here as well while we were talking.” The man looks down at both the Midoriyas a bit nervous.

“Oh! Yes... I will take a seat then.”

“Not on the floor, trust me.” Inko says with a pained expression. Toshinori nods sympathetically and sits on the bed next to Izuku.

Awkward silence fills the room once again, and both the adults look at eachother.

“Ok Izuku, we are all here. Uhm... do you want to continue with the question game or-“ Izuku quickly stands up and runs towards the shelf where all his toys were sitting. He picks up an All Might figure and sits down on the carpet starting to play with it. Toshinori looks fondly at the boy making All Might fly on top of Gang Orca. He feels eyes on himself and notices Inko staring at him with her arms crossed. Right- the conversation.

“Young Midoriya- I understand this can be.. a lot, to process. Uhm. I think it’s important we have this conversation. We can play lat-“

“Why did you and Mama kissed?” Izuku asks, and toy All Might suddenly is climbing the bookshelf next to him to rescue plushie Gang Orca currently stuck on a higher shelf.

“....”

“........”

A matching blush appear on both the adult’s faces.

“R-Right... straight to the point I see.” Toshinori looks at Inko hoping she would take lead of the conversation. She rolls her eyes and takes a breath.

“You see Izuku... for the past couple of months your mum and Toshinori-san has been... trying to know each other a bit more. Just two grownups spending some time together.” Izuku frowns but doesn’t stop playing.

“I know this must be a bit confusing for you to understand, because how young you are. Uhm... Toshinori-san has become a close friend to our family for a couple of years now. He cares about you a lot, you know.” She smiles when Izuku raises his eyes to watch his mum.

“Does that mean dad won’t come back?” The question shocked her and Inko realized how actually confusing it must be for her son. Older Izuku knows the history of his dad and what he did, but the Izuku in front of her doesn’t yet. When her son was younger she would often lie about his dad whereabouts.

Inko opens her arms and Izuku runs into her hug. She kisses his head and puts her chin on his head.

“I’m sorry Izuku. I should’ve been more careful.. so much has happened since you were this small. But you don’t know it yet. To answer your question... no. He won’t come back. And I’m sorry on his behalf for disappointing you.” She feels Toshinori’s hand squeezing her shoulder, and she is so glad to have him supporting her in this situation.

Izuku hums and hides his face in his mum’s chest hugging back.

“Does that mean you are not sad anymore?”

“....no, baby. I am not sad anymore. I haven’t been sad for lots of years. Gosh you are such a smart boy.” Her eyes wells up but she doesn’t let the tears fall. “If anything I am the happiest now. I have a wonderful and kind son, I finished my studies and have a good job... and I got blessed with a kind and thoughtful uhm..” The word remains stuck in her throat. Calling Toshinori her boyfriend. As much as it would be accurate she didn’t think it fit them considering their age.

Izuku leans back looking up first at his mum and then at the man sitting next to them.

“Mhhhhhh Kacchan once said that grownups kiss people they love. Like auntie Mitsuki and uncle Masaru... Toshi-saaan do you love my Mama?”

Toshinori’s face blows up red at the question.

“I-I...” He looks down at Inko who has hidden her also red face behind her hand. Then he looks at the boy sitting on her legs and straightens his back up.

“Yes, Young Midoriya. I love your mum a lot. She is...” Toshinori’s and Inko’s eye lock. “...extraordinary. Smart. Patient. Kind. Beautiful. Every moment I spend time with her I feel like the happiest man on this planet. You both are a gift that I will be always grateful for and that I will treasure forever if you let me.”

Inko’s tears finally fall and she moves her hand to put it on top of Toshinori’s, still placed on her shoulder.

“Toshinori-san... I feel the same. I-I was over thinking because of our ages and all, thinking it would be silly to call myself a girlfriend like some teenager...-“

“Then be my partner of life. I feel the same about the girlfriend and boyfriend thing-“ he laughs. “But if you’ll have me, it would be a honour to call you my life partner Inko-san.”

“Yes, please. I’d love to.”

Toshinori raises his hand and uses his thumb to dry the tears stuck on Inko’s eyelashes.

“Are you gonna kiss again??” Izuku asks tilting his head to the side watching them. They both giggle and Inko pulls Izuku into another hug.

“No, we won’t.” She pats her son’s head. “...What are you thinking about, Izuku?” Izuku hums and stares at Toshinori who simply smiles nervously.

“I... like Toshi-san. He is nice.. and he makes you happy, so I am happy. Also he plays a lot with me and even bought me Gang Orca!” He shoves the plushie into Inko’s face making her laugh. “ I like when Toshi-san tells me bed time story. He tells them better than you Mama, sorry.”

“Is that so... well I guess my career as bedtime storyteller is over huh.”

“Yes it is, Mama. But it’s ok because Toshi-san doesn’t know how to make pancakes, and that is a problem.”

Both Inko and Toshinori snort at the seriousness of their kid.

“He is right, I am terrible at making pancakes. I’m so sorry Young Midoriya, I will try to get better.” He plays along with the toddler.

Izuku nods and stands up going back to pick up the All Might toy left on the shelf. He runs back to Toshinori and gives him the toy, who takes it no questions asked.

“Ok... before I go make dinner... do you have any questions Izuku?”

Izuku frowns down at his plushie and nervously starts brushing with his thumbs its soft head. The sudden change in demeanour in the boy worried a bit the adults.

“If you love my Mama.. and my Mama loves you.... does that mean that you can be my dad now?”

Inko covers her mouth with her hands and her eyes well up once again. Toshinori on the other hand... is completely speechless. Izuku noticing the reaction quickly lowers his head hiding his face in the plushie’s belly.

Toshinori stands up from the bed and kneels in front of the boy putting delicately his hands on his forearms.

“Young...Izuku. Can you please look at me?” Izuku shakes his head. Toshinori continues. “Ok.. that’s fine. I want to ask though.. would you be ok.. with me being a d-dad for you? You don’t have to call me that if you don’t want. I understand if you wouldn’t feel comfortable considering you’ve know me for a couple of days and all, I don’t want to impose anything. Just because me and your mother are in a relationship doesn’t mean you have consider me as-“

Inko delicately slaps his shoulder. “You are rambling dear.”

“Oh...sorry. Thanks. What I want to say... is that I care for you so much and I want you to feel comfortable. I will respect whatever decision you chose, okay?” He smiles when Izuku slowly raises his head and Toshinori can’t help to put one of his hands on the side of the boy’s head, pulling his curly hair back a bit.

“...can I call you Papa?” Izuku asks quietly and Toshinori finally breaks pulling his boy into a hug and letting the tears fall down.

“Of course, my boy. Thank you SO so much.” Toshinori says with a shaky voice and hides his face into Izuku’s curls never stopping thanking him. They hug for what it feels like hours, but eventually the toddler’s hyperactivity takes over and pushes away taking the All Might toy putting it back into Toshinori’s hand.

“Can we play now?? You can play with All Might! We can go to the living room!!” Izuku picks up another hero figurine, this time Present Mic’s and runs to the door. “C’mon! Present Mic is stuck on the Great Sofa Mountain! We have to rescue him! Let’s go Papa!” Izuku leaves the room.

If this is all a dream Toshinori hopes he is in a coma and that he will never wake up.

“I’m so happy.” Says Inko staring at the open door where Izuku just left. “Don’t tell Izuku but I’m gonna miss it when he goes back as a teenager.” Toshinori laughs.

“Honestly.. same. But I’m glad for this opportunity. And, I think we should tell him when he comes back.”

“Yeah. Somehow I think it will be even more nerve-racking that this.” They both nod.

“.... I’m sorry for ruining the moment but could you help me stand up? My leg fell asleep.”

Carefully Toshinori helps Inko getting up from the floor, both laughing. Once they are both standing they go towards the door, but before Inko manages to leave Toshinori quickly closes the door in front of her and leans down kissing her. “I love you.” Toshinori says against her lips.

“I love you too.” She catches his lips once again and puts her hands on his chest.

“Mamaaaaa- Papaaaaaaaaaaa- Present Mic fell behind the couch!” They hear screaming from the living room and start giggling. “We are coming! Do not move the couch by yourself!” Inko screams back and moves away from her partner.

“It was nice while it lasted.” Toshinori laughs and opens the door. Inko puts her hand on his shoulder and pulls him down so she can whisper in his ear.

“We will continue later don’t worry.” She winks and runs away blushing.

“.....”

Toshinori really was the luckiest man on the planet.

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>PART 4<

#nj writes #dadmight and izukid au #5k+ words damn. this has so many typos most likely but eh im not a writer lol #i think this is the finale ahah #izuku turns back a couple of days later. he has all the memories from his younger self and is VERY embarassed #at first he calls toshinori ''all might'' as he used to #but when he sees toshinori's sad expression starts calling him dad #toshinori and inko make it finally official #todoroki is happy he was half right about his theories #after years of saving up inko finally has enough money to buy a house she was always dreaming of #she asked toshinori if he wanted to live with her #he cried #a lot #aizawa has to deal now with toshinori showing off his life partner's photos and lunches she makes for him #aizawa is so done #all might #izuku midoriya #toshinori yagi x midoriya inko #all might adopts midoriya #baby midoriya izuku #toddler midoriya izuku #my hero academia #midoriya inko #toshinori yagi #dadmight #we stan dadmight in this house

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