#finally answered this ask like over a year late... sowwy...

[stopthatfool]

10!!!!! needdddd icemav angst......

haiii... i totally forgot i wrote this,,, here is the icemav angst as requested.. hopefully one day i will finally get around to posting the whole thing on ao3

[weaselbrownie]

thunders and warm hugs | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : scorpius came to your room at night because he couldn’t sleep due to the thunderstorm.

warning : dad draco, fluffiest fluff made at 3 am 

word count : 1.7k

The dark sky lit up, followed by a loud clapping of thunder. You watched the loud scenery from your living room window with a cup of warm tea in your hands. Nights like this really do remind you of your Hogwarts days, how you would stay up late sitting by the windows with Pansy when the wind and rain were chaotic outside. 

It's been a long time since you thought about your teen years, now an adult living in a beautiful home with the love of your life and your handsome son. You couldn't have thought of a better way to live life. The war took a lot of things but it also brought a lot of things, that day you nearly lost Draco and you were certain to never let that happen again– so here you were.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a string of laughter and paddles of little feet running down the hallways. You set your tea down and turned around to see your husband chasing your son around the living room. 

"C'mon now Scorpius– It's time for bed" Draco huffed a little out of breath from all the running. 

Your eyes followed as Scorpius ran at the speed of light, Draco behind him desperately trying to catch his hyperactive son. You laughed at his failed attempts and tried your famous trick to get him to calm down. You slowly walked to one of the couch in front of the roaring fire and sat down. You reached to your left to take a warm blanket and draped it over yourself before taking each end and stretching your arms to the side. 

"Scorpius?..." You softly called out 

"Honey could you come here for a second– mommy's cold"

All of a sudden the sound of little feet padding started to get closer and closer to you. Before you knew it Scorpius climbed up the couch and jumped into your arms. Upon seeing him you closed your arms and wrapped the blanket over him, tucking him in like a little burrito. Scorpius however didn't fight back like he would if Draco were to wrap him up as you did. Instead, Scorpius just snuggled deeper into your embrace starting to calm down. 

Draco stood behind the two of you and kissed the top of your head from the back of the couch before coming around to sit next to you. Draco smiled down at the two of you and extended his hand out. You shifted your gaze towards him and took his cold hands into your warm ones. 

"Mommy awe you still cold?" Scorpius asked as he lifted his face from your chest to look up at you. 

"No baby I'm all warmed up now– thank you" You answered your son softly as you kissed the top of his head before brushing fallen strands of pale locks from his face. 

The sky then suddenly lit up again followed by another loud clapping of the thunder. Scorpius squealed under you and held onto you a little tighter. You rocked him back and forth before whispering to him telling him it's just the thunders. Draco took this opportunity to shift closer to you and pull you in for a hug. Your muscles relaxed into Draco and he set your head on the crook of his neck. The three of you stayed on the couch for a little while longer before you could hear the soft snores of Scorpius. 

You sat up from Draco and motioned your head to your son sleeping soundly on your chest. Draco fixed his posture and leaned down to take the sleeping boy from you and brought him to his chest instead. Draco slowly sat up and motioned for you to do the same. 

"Wait for me in the bedroom yeah?" Draco whispered while taking closer steps to you. 

You nodded and gave him a soft smile before Draco turned around to take Scorpius to his own room. You turned around and reached for your wand before tidying up the couch and turning off the fire. 

You walked up the grand stairs leading to your room and opened the first door to the right. You continued to walk into the connecting bathroom to change into one of Draco's shirts before coming back to your room to sit on the end of your bed. Not long after you settled Draco came in and slowly closed the door to your room before sprinting up at you– tackling you to the bed. 

"Merlin Draco– you've got to stop running up to me like that" You laughed out while trying to wriggle out of Draco's grasp above you.

Draco's hand wandered to your sides as his lips found the side of your neck, kissing and breathing cool air to the space– ticking you. His lips danced along your collarbone and trailed up to your jaw and your cheeks– peppering you with kisses you laughed at him.

"Oh so Scorpius can and I can't?" Draco scoffed after he stopped kissing your face.

"You're not three sweetheart" 

"No no– I get it you have replaced me with my own son" 

"Oh shut up you big baby" You chirped as you flipped the two of you, making you on top.

Draco dramatically pouted at your action and tried to look annoyed but it just looked like a cartoon puppy who's lost his bone. A small smile paints your lips as you look down to admire your husband in an 'annoyed' state. Knowing Draco and how to crack his codes and mood swings you leaned down to capture his lips just for him to move away from you. You smirked at him as this happens one too many times before, you gave it a couple of tries– to capture his lips but it was no use. Giving up you brought your hands to his cheeks– cupping it and keeping it in place before finally putting your lips on his. 

Draco's soft lips moved in sync with yours as you felt time stopped. You have known Draco for most of your life but not a day has gone by where he doesn't make you feel like a princess and gives you butterflies in your stomach. Draco moved his hands to the small of your back as you deepened the kiss before a flash of lightning struck by your window– making the both of you jump.

You pulled away from Draco in panic as your gaze snapped to the window and the lit sky. You took a second to catch your breath before shifting your gaze back to your husband under you who's grinning widely. 

"What are you doing with your face?" You asked him as you knitted your eyebrows together. 

"You're scared" Draco murmured with the stupid grin still plastered on his face. 

"Am not!" 

"Mhm alright–"

"Draco Malfoy I am not scared!"

"Hush angel it's okay" Draco laughed at you as he softly grabbed the back of your head guiding it to the crook of his neck. "Like mother like son" Draco whispered to you before letting out another chuckle at your struggle to get out of his grasp. 

You finally gave out after a few minutes of fighting Draco and melted into his embrace. He moved his arms to your lower back before kissing your temple once more. The sky lit up again as another loud thunder echoed your room. You flinched a little and held onto him a little tighter not wanting him to disappear. Draco moved his head to whisper sweet nothings in your ear as your eyelids start to grow heavy. 

Right when you were about to give in to sleep the door to your room opened making you and Draco jolt up and sat straight on the bed to turn the bedside lamp on. Nobody was seen to enter the room before the door closed again. 

"Mommy? Daddy? Awe you awake?" 

Upon hearing the whispered voice you moved to the end of the bed to see Scorpius with tears in his eyes holding onto his little bunny. You smiled down at your son and Draco moved the blanket that covered his legs and bent down to meet Scoupius' face. Draco opened his arms and Scorpius jumped into him, closing his little arms around Draco's shoulders. 

"I'm sowwy– I twied to stay but it was scawy" Scorpius sniffled as he snuggled into Draco's neck once again. 

"Hey, it's alright– you want to stay with mommy and daddy tonight?" Draco pulled away from Scorpius to see him slowly nodding. Draco stood up with Scorpius in his arms before moving to the bed and placed him on the sheets next to you. 

"Oh my baby– come here" You cooed as you took Scorpius from Draco's arms and into your own. 

You lifted the covers and placed your son next to you, fluffing the pillow behind him and leaning him back. Scorpius was quick to settle in– bringing his bunny with him under the covers. You too settled back down under the covers as Draco got in and mimicked your actions. Draco then proceeded to drape one of his arms over the both of you and hooking his hand on the small of your back, trapping Scorpius in the middle. You looked up at Draco to find him already staring at you with a smile that danced softly on his lips. You slowly leaned down to your son who was getting sleepy again and then up to your husband who's admiring his little family. You gave Draco a quick kiss before settling back down hugging Scorpius. 

Life hasn't been easy, there was always something wrong peeking in every corner just waiting to jump out at you. For the longest time, you were unsure of a lot of things, knowing anything could change in a millisecond. You didn't have a lot of faith when the war came but you held on to that small voice on the back of your head telling you to fight back, telling you to look forward to what life had to offer. For once you felt a leap of faith and listened to that voice– and here you were. Snuggled up in your beautiful home with your wonderful son and the love of your life in your arms. 

For the longest time, you were unsure of a lot of things, but this– looking at your boys who were both sound asleep in your arms, you were always sure of them, sure that this was forever. And so you hold on and wait to see what more surprises life will bring you. 

[babykpopsweets]

Stay the Night

Requested: Omg you are back! I am so happy. Also when you have time then please write sth fulffy with San from ateez

A/N: god, it has been awhile wOo. I am back in the game finally. This is unedited and probably has a lot of mistakes so sowwy. I just don’t want anyone to wait 2094374985310 years for it to be released oof.

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“Just stay. It won’t be that bad, come on! The other members wouldn’t mind, I wouldn’t mind, you’re the only one who thinks it’s a problem. Pleaseeee.” San pleaded in front of you in attempt to persuade you to sleep over the dorms. 

“San, I understand. I just don’t want to seem rude. Just coming through the door as if I live there myself.” you say in response, genuinely worried about the situation. 

“Then make a deal with me, okay? If you stay over tonight and it goes badly, you don’t have to ever come back. However, if it goes well, you have to sleep over again.” 

“Is that deal valid? I don’t think that adds up? But, I mean, what’s the worst that could happen, right?”

“Yes, very correct. Just think about it for a second, logically. What IS the worse thing that could happen?”

“I could answer that far better than you’d expect me to.”

You playfully huffed and walked away from San. However, he wasn’t going to let you walk away so easily. San grabbed your wrist and pulled your body into his embrace. Tightly, yet softly, clingy onto your waist and laying his head in your neck. 

“Y/N, I love you so much. I just want to be able to spend as much time with you as I possibly can. Please for me, just stay the night, hm?” San’s words left a deep mark on you. 

His words were coded with genuine love and he knew that was your biggest weakness. You couldn’t stop your heart from beating faster; picking up speed every second he had you in his arms. 

“Fine. Only because you’re too cute when you do that.” 

~~

You entered San’s room in the dorms after showering. He had given you his hoodie to wear to sleep and you paired it off with shorts. As you walked in, you saw San on his bed looking at his phone. The opening of the door causing him to depart his eyes from the glowing screen to focus on you, only you. Seeing you in his hoodie made him smile from ear to ear. 

“Wah! You look amazing, Y/N. You truly are soooooooo cute! My heart can’t take it.” San practically yelled it, making you close the door behind you so the other members don’t hear.

“Shhh. The other members will hear you.”

“So? I’m not ashamed of you. Matter of a fact, I’d like to show you off as much as possible. You’re perfect and you’re mine. Y/N IS A CUTIEEEE!!!” San was screaming at this point and trying to make it known.

“S A N. SHHH. What if they’re trying to sleep?” 

“Your point?”

“I-”

“Exactly. Now, if you excuse me. I LOVE Y/N SOOOOOO MUCH.”

His loudness caused you to rush over to his bed and sit besides him. You put your hand over his mouth to stop him.

“San, you’re being entirely too loud. What can I do to make you stop?” You asked not really knowing what to expect.

“I’ll stop only if you give me hugs and kisses, no deal otherwise.”

“Hugs and kisses?”

“Yes, you heard correctly.”

You rolled your eyes at how cheesy he was being all because you were staying over for the first time and he wanted you to come again. But, you obeyed his conditions and circumstances by giving him lots of kisses and hugs.

“Whenever you’re in my arms, the rest of the world just... disappears. I know it may sound cliché and I never understood why couples said those type of things. But when I am with you, I’ve finally felt what they have and I can proudly agree because I love you, Y/N.” San gently picked every word even if he already knew it wasn’t enough to express his true love for you. 

You found yourself smiling brighter than the sun. The way he spoke to you made your heart run a marathon. He was being so cuddly and cheesy all of a sudden and your heart couldn’t handle it, at all. Maybe it wasn’t as “sudden” as you may think it to be. After Ateez’s debut, San’s been incredibly busy with is schedules. He’s in and out of the practice room and traveling places like no one’s business. You’d be lying if you claimed it didn’t hurt only being able to see him through a screen. However, you never brought it up nor talked about it with him because you knew he was living his dream and was the happiest he could be. All you could ever want was for San to be happy, even if it meant you weren’t. 

“San, you really have a way with words, don’t cha think? Ugh, really got my heart beating fast, for what? Huh? What was the reason to make me all giddy and happy?” You replied while resting your head on his chest. 

“I did it because you’re cute when you’re happy. And I love it when you blush.” 

Your eyes met his. An immediate feeling sparked in between you two. Almost as if he read your mind and feelings, San began apologizing. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. For not being here for you as often as I believe I should and I’ve been working so hard lately. It makes it seem like you’re my second priority, which isn’t true at all. You’re the inspiration that gets me through my rough days and you deserve way more than what I’m giving you.” San’s hold around you became tighter as he wanted to eliminate any space between. You two had already been separated for too long, in his opinion.

“San, I love you so much. Because of that, I understand for right now its going to be like this and it’ll make us stronger if we pull through it. Please don’t stay thinking about this very long.”

“Y/N, you’re too perfect! Ugh, my heart is running in circles because of you. Thank you for staying the night with me.”

“Anything for you.”

~~~~~

-Jamz

[powerstrangerdacre]

Flame

Summary: His spark was gone, and then he found her.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: dunno, none? maybe a bit of angst (if you squint), mentions of Infinity War (nothing major but that movie in itself is a huge warning to me)

Word Count: 3500+

AN: Ello! Here I am again with my shitty-good writing. Can’t seem to write one story without a slither of angst in it. Sowwy ‘bout that. This is my first time writing for our beloved Captain, so criticize away! Tell me what I can do to make my stories better! Thanks for reading and I really hope you enjoy this... uhm... thing.

Steve had always been a bit of a wildcard, even in his younger days when Bucky used to call him a little runt. He would constantly get into trouble and find himself unable to get out of it. Always searching for a way to show the world that even the smallest of guys could make a big difference. No matter if it left him with scars and bruises.

Yes. Steve was a bit of a wildcard, but he was always restless and alive, much like a forest in the middle of summer.

Then, he finally got his chance to prove his worth through what they called the super soldier program, through which he also met agent Peggy Carter.

She was unlike any girl he had ever met, and much like him, wanted to prove her worth to the world. She was just as wild as him, only more calculated and precise in her actions. Peggy was like a spark. She drew him to her naturally, without having to try. Just like he did to her.

Yes. Peggy Carter was a spark. The spark that lit Steve’s world right up.

When he was pulled out of the ice, years later, the first person his eyes landed on was her. She looked gorgeous, like something out of a pin-up, with wavy Y/H/C hair and kind Y/E/C eyes. But what really drew him to her was her smile. It oozed kindness and understanding and warmth.

“Good morning, my name’s Y/N and I was appointed as your nurse. How’re we feeling today Captain Rogers?” she asked.

“I’m… fine…” he answered, the sound of the radio reaching his ears. Something was terribly wrong. Nothing seemed right.

“Where am I?” he asked.

“New York, Captain. This is the VA NY Harbor Healthcare System in Brooklyn,” Y/N answered truthfully, not wanting to lie to the confused soldier.

Steve stood up, shaking his head to get rid of the dizziness that suddenly fogged his brain. He cursed to himself, seeing that it had only made it worse, before he slowly limped his way to the door. Just as he was about to swing the door open, he turned to the girl to thank her. Her ever-present smile fell, leaving room for a concerned expression.

“I’m sorry.” He heard her whisper as he opened the door. She didn’t try to stop him.

Steve’s world came crashing down when he learned that the world had gone on for 70 years, leaving him behind to catch up with it. He found Peggy, but unfortunately that last meeting had left his once ablaze world in ashes and smoke. Peggy wasn’t there to light the fire anymore, which left Steve to try and pick up whatever pieces were left of him by himself.

That time was probably the hardest for him. Trying to accommodate to a new century – to new people – all while dealing with the grief of losing his best girl. That period of time, a hell to Steve, was the second time that Y/N had made her way into his life.

Steve was apprehensive at first, not understanding why she wanted to help him deal with all that pain. His mind was plagued by thoughts about Y/N’s ulterior motives. But he slowly and surely came around. Through small actions and kind smiles, Y/N had won him over and he let her help him. She listened to his worries and anger day after day, taking his pain in stride and not allowing him to wallow in self-pity. She brought him with her wherever she would go: grocery shopping, coffee shops, parks. Anywhere Y/N went, Steve was sure to follow. So much, that the Avengers had started calling him a love-sick puppy. But this wasn’t about that, it was about acclimating him to all of the new things that he had to face.

And Y/N loved it. She loved spending time with the kind and careful captain, only to sometimes see a bit of his mischief coming through. But, there was one place that she never wanted him to see, and that was her workplace.

She worked at the hospital, helping hurt soldiers deal with missing limbs or the pain of a ghost limb. Helping older vets calm down after the nightmares and panic attacks they would experience. She wasn’t as much of a nurse as she was a therapist, but she still sometimes worked in intensive care. Only on the days where really bad cases would arrive though, otherwise she would refuse.

Steve had wished to visit, maybe bring a bit of hope to those less fortunate than him. But Y/N was vehement on his ban in the hospital. So, Steve, being the gentleman he was, didn’t force his way into what he assumed was a more private part of her life.

They got closer as time passed, their relationship turning into something more than friendship, but it felt less than an actual relationship. Mostly because neither of them wanted to ask the other what it was, in fear of losing each-other.

Then, Bucky appeared out of nowhere. A ghost of Steve’s past that caught his attention immediately. It ripped at Steve’s thoughts like a whirlwind, destroying whatever relationship Steve and Y/N had built.

At first she supported him. She agreed with the fact that the Avengers shouldn’t be controlled by the government. She understood the need to help his friend, the one that had been with him since the beginning. That is, until she noticed how hung up on Bucky Steve actually was. He was clinging onto the last piece that connected him to his past, throwing her away without a care.

So, Y/N left him to deal with his own issues, worrying and struggling with keeping her calm during her working hours, only to have him show up at her doorstep the night after everything had gone down.

The knock on her front door grasped her attention immediately, as it was way past the time where it was socially acceptable for someone to show up unannounced at her house. She made her way, warily, to the door, grasping the doorknob and opening it a crack, to be faced with two bleeding super soldiers. She opened the door fully, helping Steve as they both carried Bucky to her dining room, laying him on the large table that would soon serve as an operating table.

“What happened?” she asked as she watched Steve, frowning slightly at the condition the captain was in.

“Bucky… Bucky was the one that killed Tony’s parents. He went berserk on him. Ripped his arm off,” Steve explained, rubbing a hand over his face. This had all escalated far too quickly, to a point he had never wanted to reach. But it was all too late.

Y/N moved around the table, inspecting the writhing soldier. She took a look at his shoulder, wincing slightly. This is why she never worked in the ER. She hated blood.

“I’ll…” she swallowed drily, trying to get rid of the unnerving feeling in her stomach, “I’ll see what I can do,” she whispered.

Judging by her face, Steve knew it was bad. “Can you… fix him up?” he asked.

“I’ll try…” she sighed, “but I need you to leave the room. I’m gonna need all the space I can get.”

Steve nodded, about to move away when Bucky’s hand reached out and grasped his arm in a way that said ‘Don’t leave.’ The captain looked at him with an inquiring gaze, watching as Bucky winced once again.

“I’m dangerous… I might… hurt her.” Bucky’s body finally fell limp, allowing Steve to move.

“Uhm… I’ll be out there if you need me for… anything,” he said, walking out of the dining room and into the living room.

He glanced around, noticing the big chair that laid in front of the lit fireplace. Warmth and light spread out throughout the room from the spot, the sight somehow reminding him of the girl that was just in the other room, treating the friend he had shoved her aside for.

“Peanut? Is that you?” Steve heard the voice of a man call from the chair next to the fireplace. He couldn’t help but feel that it sounded tired and somehow lost.

Steve walked to the side of the chair, finally able to see the white-haired man that sat in it. He seemed beaten down by the years, but his eyes were just as bright and clear as Y/N’s.

“No, Sir. I’m sorry for the intrusion. My name is Steve, I’m one of Y/N’s friends,” Steve explained, his heart lightly shrinking at the word ‘friend’.

The man’s eyes widened. He looked Steve up and down as if not actually believing what he was seeing. “This must be it. I’m a goner if the dead have come to haunt me even during the day.” The man shook his head, leaving Steve to wonder about his babblings.

Just as Steve was about to ask what he meant, the doors slid open and Y/N walked in, a relieved look on her face. Her breathing was erratic, trying to get herself to calm down, only to make it worse.

“I was able to stop the bleeding and fix the muscular tissue of his shoulder, he won’t feel any pain anymore when he wakes up,” she said, finally looking at Steve before her eyes widened as she saw who he was talking to.

“Peanut? You see him too?” her grandfather asked as she slowly moved in to sit down on the floor between the two men.

“Yes gramps, you remember Steve?” she asked, a hopeful look on her face.

“Remember him? The man saved my life! How could I forget him?”

The man’s words took Steve by surprise, but the look of shock on Y/N’s face was what really did it for him. Her eyes were welling with tears, but her warm smile was ever-present.

“Let’s get you to bed, okay gramps?” She stood up, taking the old man’s hand and helping him on his short trip to his room. Steve heard her say goodnight and in less than a second she was back in front of him.

They both sat in silence, the fire crackling and warming the tired couple. The ticking of the old grandfather clock reached Steve’s ears, seemingly deafening in the profound quiet. It finally became too much, urging Steve to speak up.

“He’s a vet?” he asked.

“Yes…” she sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. She had been expecting these kinds of questions, but she was afraid of what the super soldier would think. “World war two,” she explained.

“He knows me?” Steve seemed surprised by how willingly she was speaking of this, having never actually heard her talk much about her family except for the fact that her mother had left a long time ago. It was weird to Steve, how much he felt like he knew the girl, when in actuality he didn’t know much at all.

“He was in the 107th division. You saved him from the Nazis. He fought by your side,” she answered.

Steve couldn’t believe it. He was so sure that all of his comrades had died long ago. Suddenly, all of Y/N’s kindness started making sense. Steve was feeling more disheartened by every moment that passed, believing that she was just paying back her grandfather’s dues.

“His mind is in shambles. He couldn’t remember his own daughter…” she sighed, watching the flames dance in front of her. “It was too much for my mother, seeing her father not recognizing her. That’s when she… left.”

“She left you here? What kind of mother does that?” Steve seemed peeved, in the least, about the sudden turn this conversation had taken. He couldn’t believe someone would willingly leave such a wonderful person behind.

“Well… she was never around much. I think I reminded her of my father, that’s why she couldn’t look at me.” Her head fell on her knees, and Steve could’ve sworn he heard something along the lines of ‘Or I just scared her.’ coming from her lips in a quiet murmur.

“I’m sorry… I…” Steve couldn’t find the words to explain what he felt. There she was, questioning and doubting her worth, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

“It’s okay. I think I wouldn’t have left even if she had asked me to.” Y/N’s head snapped back up, allowing Steve to see that warmth in her eyes once again. Finally he knew what it was – determination. “I had gramps to take care of… I was okay.”

Steve couldn’t believe it. She seemed to have gone through so much, and yet she seemed so determined and strong-willed – like nothing could break her. “That’s very… nice of you,” he said.

She smiled at him, letting out a huff of air she didn’t know she was holding. “It wasn’t nice. I was just returning the favor. He took care of me when I was small, I take care of him now.” Y/N’s eyes fell to the floor, her face suddenly warm at the thought that Steve thought of her as selfless. “But because I stayed, gramps never forgot me. And he certainly never forgot you,” she laughed, “He kept on talking about you all the time. How brave and kind you were. How you didn’t give up on some measly soldiers even when the rest of the world left them for dead,” she said.

Steve looked into her eyes, slowly starting to understand that her warmth was something he most definitely needed. They both slowly leaned in. “And what do you think of me?” he asked.

She swallowed drily, her gaze drifting between his eyes and his lips. “I think he was right. Captain America is a kind and righteous man,” she whispered.

They were inches away. Steve could barely feel her erratic breath fanning down his face. “And what about Steve?” he asked.

“Steve…”

A groan from the other room interrupted the two, making Steve and Y/N jump away from each-other.

His hand found the back of his head, scratching awkwardly at the scruff. “I’m.. I’m honored to have him talk about me in such a way…” His voice was a few octaves higher, making Steve wince at his awkwardness. “Please tell him that.”

Y/N nodded, following as Steve walked out of the room to find his friend sitting on her table.

Steve’s eyes widened when he noticed Bucky’s shoulder, the tissue healed and skin covering the once bloody mess, looking like a normally amputated limb. He knew that Bucky had his own set of healing abilities, but this was too much, even for the super soldier serum.

“How?” Steve couldn’t form the sentence, astonished.

“I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve,” Y/N smirked, “I wasn’t appointed as Captain America’s nurse for nothing.” She winked.

The next morning she woke up to both super soldiers gone. She huffed, shaking her head. Not a single message. No thank you or goodbye. She should’ve known, maybe then she wouldn’t have been as disappointed.

Steve walked around the Wakandan palace, his head down and hair muddy. His mind couldn’t comprehend that they had lost. The Avengers, earth’s mightiest protectors, and they had failed to do the one thing they were supposed to.

He had lost Bucky, and he could deal with that in his own time because he knew. He had seen it with his own eyes. He knew they had to fix all of this somehow, but his mind was focused one something else, or rather someone else.

He couldn’t imagine that she would be okay. He couldn’t imagine that out of every one that got spared, she could be one of them. She wasn’t one of the strongest, even though he knew she had the strongest heart. Or maybe he just didn’t want to get his hopes up.

His vision became blurry, the doors and windows in the grand hall becoming blobs and splotches of brown and white. He should’ve stayed with her. He could’ve protected her. He knew she would’ve allowed him to. And maybe with a bit of persuasion she would’ve even allowed Bucky to stay. But no, he had to be a jackass and let the one person who cared about him when he was down alone. He could almost imagine it, the look on her face when she discovered that he failed her. The horror. The dread.

But no. Y/N wouldn’t be scared. She probably stood by her grandfather’s side with that warm smile on her face and the determination in her eyes. She probably still trusted him even in her last moment. She trusted him to fix it.

Steve shook his head, trying to rid himself of that image as his hands came up and rubbed at his eyes. He had finally reached his room, slamming the door closed behind him and hanging his head on it. Once again, much like the first time he had been taken off the ice, he felt alone. Once again he was mourning the death of his best girl.

“Steve?” he heard her call. “Steve…” Y/N whispered.

He turned around and there she stood. He couldn’t believe it, but she was there. He was almost scared to speak, thinking that if this was some kind of elaborate trick his mind was playing on him, he didn’t want to disturb it.

“God Steve, you’re a mess,” she said, her steps quickly taking her to him. She was still angry that he had left her, but now she thought that might’ve been for the best. Maybe he was needed here, and now she was needed here as well. “Let me fix you up,” she said, grasping his hand in hers.

Steve didn’t move as she tried to tug him to his bed. He simply stared at their intertwined hands, not realizing how this could be happening. “How?” he asked.

“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” She smirked, finally pulling him out of his stupor and to the bed.

They were both silent as her eyes roamed his body for any kinds of injuries, her hands following and healing them almost instantly. He watched her work like he had never seen her before, like this was the first and last time he would get to watch her. Like she would disappear as soon as her job was done, just like he had a year prior. He hissed as her hand touched a particularly large gash on his abdomen, before he watched the skin start to repair itself, the blood simply disappearing.

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking up to him with a frown.

Steve shook his head, biting on his lower lip to keep himself from wincing again. “I’m the one that should be sorry,” he whispered, low enough that he thought she wouldn’t have been able to hear it, but obviously that wasn’t the case as her eyes snapped up to look into his.

“Whatever for, Steve?” she asked.

He shook his head. “I just… I shouldn’t have left how I did…” he sighed, “I just… couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye, even though I knew I had to leave or else me and Bucky would both be caught.”

She smiled up at him, but he noticed it wasn’t the same warm smile he was used to. This one was broken and almost tearful. “It’s okay,” she said.

“No, it’s not. You helped me… you helped us. And I could never repay you. I just disappeared without as much as a thank you, not thinking about how it would affect you. I was just thinking of my own sorry ass and the pain I would have to go through if I said goodbye. I’m sorry.” He finished his monologue, finally taking a deep breath.

“It’s okay,” she said once again.

Steve’s eyes widened. Once again she was understanding, helpful, caring, and he was nothing but an asshole to her. He hated himself for it. “No, it’s not. When…. after I saw Bucky die… I could only think about the last time we met. About how I just went away and left you probably wondering why. I just thought about how I would never get to say goodbye if… if you…” Gasps were leaving his lips, tears slowly forming in his eyes once again.

“Why did you think about that?” she asked, moving away from him slightly as she had finished healing him. “Why would you even care about something like that?”

“Because you… because…” His gaze wandered down from her own, to her lips which were nearing his own. Their lips finally met, shortly, softly, a whisper of a promise about what was to come.

“I love you, Steve,” she said and he finally understood. Maybe this had been the plan all along. Maybe this was where he was supposed to be. “We’ll fix this. Don’t you worry.” Sure, Y/N didn’t have Peggy’s spark, but she had something so much better – her warmth.

Yes, Steve thought, we will fix this. Y/N wasn’t a spark waiting for someone to come help her light a fire. She was her very own flame, bright and warm and radiant. “I love you too, darling.”

[clownpool]

THE KYLE GLADSTONE ORIGIN STORY

–––––– Kyle ; ( a self para ) :  home is far away

being five years old was tough work. especially when you have super powers. Mom and Dad had always told him that he had to be super careful to not show that side of himself if he could help it. but that was the thing!! how could TJ control the zaps--with his age, and his excitement!? how could anyone blame him? it was hard!! sometimes it just happened when he was scared or when he was excited-- really any time he felt like things were intense. the zapping, Dad had told him, was a part of his heart, just like his Dad’s and no one could take that away.

but Dad was wrong. 

December 15, 2023 [09:15]

Todd Lee Jr didn’t understand what was happening that frightful morning in school. and he didn’t mean to cause a commotion, and he didn’t mean for the zaps to happen. as he sat in the principal’s office trailing the side of that principal’s desk with a now dusty index finger, he couldn’t figure out why mom was crying so hard... he couldn’t figure out why the line’s on Dad’s face were so strong. 

was it all because of him?

maybe it was because he’d accidentally used his powers in school? it wasn’t his fault! he was just trying to give a class presentation on the weather. he had his pointing stick ready and his proud smile through those thick wiry glasses he wore. but the anxiety of the five year old showed. even as he began to point, the voltage of his heart beat began to show in the stutters of his speech.

December 15, 2023 [08:01]

“Twooo---t-t-t-twooday is...Dec--D-d-d-d---” he tried to take a deep breath to calm those nerves, but it was the laughter of the other children that worsened his already difficult to overcome speech impediment. the strands of his hair began to stand up, and the classroom emitted in a roar of laughter, it was finally enough to send the electricity shooting from his feet. inches of zaps sprouted a voltage electrical roots on that singed carpet just before reaching his classmates. from where he stood it looked as if he were a sprouted tree. though it had to have looked differently to the other students. just as there was a collective roar of laughter began panicked tiny screams and cries. which caused Kyle to cover his ears in shame and embarrassment.

turning away from that principals desk, he poked at his mom’s knee. face fully frowned as he looked at her. his sad puppy dog eyes bore into her tear glazed ones as he pulled at her attention to try and sit with her.

his five-year old speech impediment hindered any sincerity in his apology, “Mom, i'm sowwy i used my supew powews. I didn't mwean to!! i won't do it again!!” 

it was the last time he felt safe in his mother’s arms.

December 15, 2023 [11:45]

there were things little Todd Lee didn’t understand in his five year old life. for instance, he didn’t realize how crucial that rule was to the family. “We don’t show the world our powers, TJ” his father’s voice rang in the back of his mind. 

he didn’t realize that a pair of rubber sneakers could serve in a matter of life or death, and he didn’t understand how much pain his little zaps could cause others. when he accidentally zapped Dad, it never hurt him... so why did it hurt other people?

he also couldn’t wrap his tiny brain around the idea of Crystalline’s new mayor mandating that mutants of any kind could be submitted to the Sector of Humanity for experimental testing. he didn’t realize that his new school, as Principal Andrews put it, wasn’t a school at all. though he had an inkling his parents knew otherwise. it explained the packed bags, and the tug of his arm as the family raced to their car after that principal’s meeting. Mom said they had to be quick. Mom said they had to go to Desiree’s school before they could leave the city. and despite his tiny legs, he tried to keep up as he didn’t want to leave his sister behind. she had to go to the new school too!!

and he was happy to see that building--Desiree’s school. recognizing it instantly as it was the place they would stop first every morning to drop her off. every morning they’d share a hug before she left that car to go to class-- unless she was having a bad morning. in which case meant that Kyle had done something terribly wrong like eat a whole tube of chapstick on accident. either way the thought of sniping Desiree early from school, had him bouncing in his booster seat, clapping and cheering for the release of his sister and a whole afternoon in a car as they were off to a new city! --at least that’s what Mom had promised! 

fate had a different plan in mind.

seeing the trail of white vans along that school street didn’t click in the brain that they were too late even when his mother told him to sit still and be quiet. it was, again, too hard for any five year old to do, especially while Kyle sat in the backseat and watched his father being pinned to that window. the same electrical zaps thats Kyle had accidentally used could be seen as that hand pressed against that glass window, as if reaching for his son one last time. his screams of horror that filled the car where muffled as he begged his mother not to leave the car. even as she locked the door behind her, Kyle didn’t feel safe nor secure in watching his second parent being hauled away into the same white van where his father was escorted. especially not with the new necklace that made her sick.

he couldn’t stop the screams nor the crying he did as he, himself, tried to fight off the bad guys that’d taken his parents, and were now, in the back seat of that car, trying to take him. it wasn’t until he saw the needle as big as his head that the screaming reached a new level, and after he belted that squeal of a “NO,” he felt the prick and his head go heavy. 

it was probably because of the loudest scream he’d ever screamed, he told himself as he dozed off with that sedative in his veins.

December 16, 2023 [10:01]

in his dreams, he could still hear his mother’s last words. he could still hear Desiree’s shouts as she was being pulled out of that white van, and he could hear the instructions clear as day, “Desiree watch your brother. Take hold of his hand and don’t you ever let go.” but he couldn’t remember seeing the mouths move. he couldn’t remember the principal’s office. he couldn’t remember the car ride home. he couldn’t even remember what his back pack used to look like even after he’d thrown a fit about wanting a backpack with the best superhero in the world on in it, the Green Latern!

he couldn’t remember being taken, nor the van ride, or where his parents were. the only thing he could remember was the feeling of Desiree’s hand as he held on tightly and opened his eyes from the deep sleep that he’d been put under. “D-d-d-d-desiwae??”

he squeezed her hand again, to make sure it was her he was holding onto. “DESIWAE?!” he shook her, and the moment her eyes flew open, tiny arms went flying around her neck. “Whewe awr we?” 

he looked around nervously, with tear stained eyes, and a new set of clothes that weren’t his. his lip trembled as his memories continued to draw a blank. the cage-like cell around them scared him, but the pats on his back and circle rubs from his sisters fingertips were soothing him. but he had to ask as he pulled away, a hand on each of her cheeks, “Desiwea, whewe’s mom and dad?”

her lack of answer made him cry once more, his already tired and sore eyes burned with more tears as they began to flood against his cheeks “I want two gowe home!!”

she tried her best to soothe him with her words, and she tried to warn him to stay quiet, but of course, he wasn’t listening. his crying had drowned out the orders of the Doves that Desiree had heard over him. she squeezed his hand tightly-- almost too tightly that it hurt. when he looked down at their hands, his fingertips faded to a shade of white. he squealed at the pain, trying to free his squeezed fingers.

but it all made sense as the cell doors opened and he saw those threatening helmets as they began to cower over the two. and that’s when he began to grip tighter, throwing his arms more securely around her. maybe if he held on tight enough they wouldn’t take her too?

 he felt the adrenaline from his nerves  began to shudder in his body. his heart beat pumped too hard in his chest as he felt hands on his tiny shoulders threatening to pry him away from Desiree. and they were a lot stronger than his grip as he clung to that sister of his. he tried his hardest to listen to the voice in his head-- the one that told him to steady his heart beat-- the one that reminded him why they were there to begin with--- the one he should have listened to just days before in that classroom. the same one his father spoke, “We don’t show the world our powers, TJ.” he squeezed his eyes shut, and clenched his teeth, and tried to hold onto Desiree.

Don’t zap, he told himself Don’t zap! Don’t Zap! 

but he felt a sharp pain on his arm. it was a sting-- but it felt like a sting by a giant bee. he could hear the sounds of a glass syringe falling to the ground and even as he repeated the words “Don’t Zap!” 

it happened.

the hand that Desiree was holding was finally free. and it instinctively went to touch the pain on his arm. it was too much blood for a five year old to see-- it was too much of a gash for him to not cry out in pain. but his tiny little eyes focused on his sister as she recoiled from the zap.

“No!! Nononono! Desiwae, i'm sowwy!“ his blood stained fingertips reached out for her as the electricity continued to singe the red droplets in his hands. he thrashed even harder as he tried to reach his sister. her own hair a bit frazzled, and her breathing was shallow as she sat there nursing her electrocuted hand. he squealed once more as he was dragged kicking and screaming, “Down't l-l-l-et thewm take meee!” 

but they had, and sooner rather than later everything went dark yet again.

December 20, 2023 [21:01]

he had new bandages that he picked at as he sat alone in that glass cell. he tried to remember Dr. Francis’s orders to keep him secluded. he tried remember the words Dr. Francis spoke to him as they fixed his boo boo. stitches, is what the doctor called them. they were the lines in the fabric of their clothes, though they were thicker to keep his skin from falling off. they were meant to keep his booboos from hurting and bleeding, though TJ didn’t believe that that was true. he was finding it harder and harder to trust that doctor. after all, he hadn’t looked like any doctor he ever saw. 

Dr. Francis told him that if he wanted to keep himself from getting more boo boos, he’d have to listen and learn to be a good boy. and Todd promised Dr. Francis that he’d do just that. 

the little boy asked for his parents-- though their faces were beginning to warp in his mind. he asked to see his family-- though he wasn’t sure what his family looked like anymore. he asked plenty of times when he would be able to go home. he received answers, good ones, though he hadn’t a clue as to the deceptions behind them.

he hardly had any idea of the day or time or when lunch was, all he knew were the sounds of silence and foggy glass windows from when he’d wake up from his long naps.

they were the worst when he woke up that night, as he was having a nightmare of something bad happening to his parents.--parents he was still having trouble remembering. he woke up with his hair standing up yet again, he could see his reflection in the glass windows of his new home. the lights flickered overhead not only once, but twice, and then a third time. the surge of electrcity caused a static cling in his clothes. it was Dad. he could feel it in his heart.

and even though the glass was strong enough to keep him contained, it wasn’t strong enough to block out the sounds of his nightmares as they continued even as he was awake. the first sound was the sound of the guards shouting words and numbers that didn’t mean anything to the young boy. then followed the sounds of Dad’s voice shouting directions for Mom to follow. shortly after there were loud bangs and pops, for which Todd had to cover his ears. it sounded like fireworks, but scary fireworks. fireworks with no pretty lights at the end, just a quick moment of silence and total darkness, followed by a blood curdling scream form Mom. he could hear the words, “You killed him!,” which caused his tiny heart to drop, and the electricity to sting his ears as his hands pressed against his temples to block out the noise. 

“I don’t want to be asleep anymore,” he told himself. “I want to wake up,” he repeated as his cries echoed that glass chamber. the sounds from his nightmare were too loud, and the tears that were falling couldn’t be stopped. 

finally he could hear the sounds of the fireworks stop and a siren overhead pierce his ears. there were even more numbers being shouted, and directions as footsteps of guards continued to echo the hallways searching for his mother. he could hear her voice, but it didn’t sound like her voice. it sounded distorted, it sounded pained. it was a new sound of sadness he didn’t recognize in her, and it was a sadness he felt deep inside his heart. it was closer. she was talking to Desiree, he heard Desiree’s name. he could hear his mom speak to his sister a set of final words.

“Look away,” she kept repeating over and over again.

Todd didn’t know what his mother was talking about, but he wanted to know after the words finally trailed off. he couldn’t choose to look away. he was already secluded. he was already a part of the darkness. the sounds of his sister crying could be heard for just a moment until the lights finally flickered back on. she then began to wail, the sound of her cries sounded as if she were being carried away. not again! he called after the family-- still confused by what he had heard. he was still having trouble understanding everything that was going on. 

“Desiwae??” he called after her, “Mommy?!” he began to beat against the glass with his tiny fists. “Dad awr you there?!” 

but the more he called after then the more silent the hallways got. “Mom!!” the tears against his cheeks began to sizzle as they fell, and his tiny fists tried their best to wipe them away. it only resulted in more pain, as the electricity and water droplets was a terrible mixture. 

in his own frustration he cried out again, “This isn’t funny anymore!! I don’t want to play hide and seek!! Come find me aweady!!”

his sobs echoed in the glass cell as he curled up in his wool blanket. he cried himself to sleep knowing his parents wouldn’t be finding him. he cried himself to sleep the fear in his veins causing static electricity in the no longer warm blanket. he could feel his parents slipping away. he could feel as if Mom, Dad, and Desiree were already gone.

December 25, 2023 [04:01]

he didn’t know how much time had passed. he couldn’t grasp the idea of what was real any longer. he could hear the sounds play out over and over again from his nightmares even as he woke up. eyes flew open the typical bright lights as the fireworks echoed in the background again.

he whimpered at the sounds, and pulled his blanket close, and cuddled himself in that fetal position.

it was hard falling back to sleep with the sounds of sirens overhead. these were different sirens from before. stronger ones. louder ones. they made it seem as if the building was going to crumble over head and it scared poor Todd as he cowered under that blanket in fear.

though, there was something different about the sounds this time. in his nightmares there were always screams, they were screams from his family and the guards voices he could recognize. but now, he could only hear distant voices of new people. people he didn’t know. perhaps they knew where his family was?

he picked his head up from the ground in that glass cell. he must have looked like a puppy perked up. there was a man in the room who had repeated his same movements. 

“Professor Penicillin... ?” the man called out to the hallway. “Han...?!”

he was tall, he had long arms, and he was dressed in the funniest costume. and while Todd still believed in Santa, he knew that the man in front of him dressed in all red was not the real Santa Clause. Santa didn’t carry around guns!! 

his curiosity lunged for the man, however the sight of the guns scared poor Todd as he took his cautionary steps backwards.

“Hey there, little buddy, it’s okay.” he watched as the man set his guns down, and raise his hands in surrender. though there was nothing for him to surrender to Todd. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

they were words he’d already heard from days before, which made his lip quiver in even more fear. as his eyes drooped, he could feel his tear drops fall all over again. he was scared that those words were untrue. he could feel the stinging in his arm all over again, and he could hear the Dr.’s words in his mind all over again. it caused a shudder in his tiny shoulders as he whimpered once more.

the man continued to approach the glass cell. Todd watched him as he pressed a couple of buttons on the glass door console. there was a hissing sound the boy flinched at-- his eyes shut quickly but as they fluttered open, he watched as the door spring loose. he could smell the air. it wasn’t as clean as the air that was in the glass room. it was smokier, it was heavier, and it burned his lungs.

“We’re going to get you out of here, okay?” Gil’s voice, however, broke through that pain in his lungs as the man crouched to the five year old’s level. “Would you like to go home?”

home. 

there was a heartache in the boy’s empty chest as he thought of the words. before he was taken, before his family was taken, home was a quiet house just outside the town. it was in a spot just behind the hiking trails where he could see the purple sands of the beach nearby. --though it was a memory he was beginning lose as he huffed for more clean air. the sights from his mind were blurring underneath his glasses as he tried once more to connect the word home with something familiar. 

all he could remember were screams of his family.

though he tried to block those out as his vision began to refocus. eyes squinted behind his glasses, to find the warm charming smile of a man with a rather large forehead, though the boy didn’t mind the forehead at all. what he did mind was the smile as there was an immediate fondness for the way his mouth looked. it was the smile that sparked that sense of the word into the heart.

“H--h-home?” after a long exhale Todd Lee Jr smiled. “Ya,” his soft voice broke the silence as he sniffled back tears, wiping the excess droplets on his shirt. “I want to go home.” 

and without thinking anymore, he ran to the man’s side and tugged at his arm. the natural movements of the boy might have caused the man to stiffen a bit, but TJ didn’t find time to notice as he rested that head on the shoulder of the tall man. 

he let out another exhausted huff as he settled into the man’s arms, even as the man rose to his feet. it was nice to be carried, and it was nice to feel safe again. he held on tightly, tiny arms wrapped themselves around the man’s neck as he continued to wipe his damp face into that shoulder.

“Say kid, you got a name?”

a frown tugged at the boy’s tired lips. the sirens still made his head hurt, in an exhausted and breathless voice he replied, “I dunno.” it felt good to finally rest, but he had to ask in return, “What’s yourr name?”

with a hand against his back, Todd, closed his eyes, and before the exhaustion pulled at him again, he could hear the silly name as it etched in his mind, “Gilbert Gladstone, pleasure to meet you, Idunno.”

[tkpro-scenarios]

hello, i would like to request a scenario of issei, ichiru, and koki suddenly being turned into kids and their s/o tries to take care of them until they turn back to normal.

Hello! I hope you don’t mind but because it would get repetitive, I decided to write the twins together as one scenario.Koki’s scenario is a continuation of this one

- Mod nana

Kuga Issei & Kuga Ichiru

“Shu-san…Eichi-san…I’m sorry butcould you explain it to me one more time…?” [E/c] blinked blankly at the twotoddlers standing between you and the two parents of Quell.

“Like I said…Icchi and Isse turnedinto kids.” Eichi replied with an awkward laugh.

“I can see that…my question is whyand how?” you asked, crouching down to get a better look at the two children,Issei and Ichiru’s big blue eyes blinking back at you.

“That’s what we’d like to know aswell.” Shu shook his head with a sigh. “According to Shun it’ll only last for aday, but neither me nor Eichi can afford to skip work today. [Name], I’m sorryto spring this on you all of a sudden but do you mind taking care of them untilwe come back?”

“It’ll only be until the evening!I promise we’ll be back by six o’clock!” Eichi added, stepping forward. “Pleasetake lots of pictures and videos of whatever they’re doing until we come back!”

“I knew it! I knew you were gonnaashk that‼” Ichiru shouted, crossing his arms with a frown.

You gave a nervous laugh in anattempt to calm the black-haired boy, quickly getting back on track. “Untilsix…I think I can do that. Please don’t worry about them and focus on work!”you offered a confident nod.

“Thank you, [Name]! We owe youone.” Shu smiled, the two of them about to head out the door when Ichiru calledout to them.

“Shuu! Eeichi! Do your best!”Ichiru cheered, pumping a fist in the air.

“Don’ push yourselves too hard…”Issei chimed, waving goodbye.

You laughed again at the two menas they clutched their chests, nodding and taking their leave.

—

“[Name]…what are you doing?”

You looked up to find a pair ofsapphire eyes staring at you before they made their way to the notebook youwere writing in—Issei tilting his head to the side.

“Math…?”

“Ahh yeah. I’m doing some homeworkI have left.” You explained, tapping you pencil against your chin. “I don’t gethow to do this part…”

Cerulean hues blinked at thetextbook, turning the pages as he read the contents and examples of equations.

“[Name], can I bowwo yourpenshil?”

“Sure but…” you handed him yourpencil, watching as he scribbled away inside your notebook. After a few minutesthe black-haired idol looked back up at you, holding the book up for you toread.

“Is this the ansaa?”

You flipped your textbook to theanswers in the back, a gasp escaping your lips once you found it. “Yeah! Issei,how did you do it?!”

“You just use this equashion likethis…” he showed you his work once more.

“Ooooh—wait. Why am I gettingtutored by a five year old…?” you slumped your shoulders as you furrowed yourbrows, Issei chuckling at your deadpan expression.

“I migh’ look like a kid but I’mstill me inshide.” The blue-eyed boy explained with a small smile as youruffled his ebony locks.

“You sure are calm as always, I’llgive you that.” You gave a wry smile, looking over to Ichiru who was currentlyplaying with his giant red Lizz. “You two sure are taking this whole situation well.”

“Well, it happund to us before soevun if we don’ want to, we’re kinda used to it.” Ichiru stated, standing up.

“It’s not like we like being kidsagain but there’s nothing we can do about it until the shpell wears off.” Isseilooked down at his tiny palms while Ichiru nodded in agreement.

“More importantly, [Naamme] I’mhungwy!” he whined, squeezing his Lizz with a tight hug just as his stomachgrowled.

“Me too…” Issei mused, placing hishands to his stomach. “I think Eeichi said we had shome leftovers in thefwidge…”

“Oooh! Let’s eat those then‼”Ichiru sang, running into the kitchen.

“You guys really are used to this, aren’t you…?” youmuttered with a twitching smile, Issei chuckling once more as you led him bythe hand into the kitchen.

—

“Ichiru~? Are you sleepy~?” youasked in a soft singsong tone, lips curling into a grin at the way his chinkept dipping forward towards his chest, a gasp passing his lips as hedesperately shook his head awake.

“N-No! Stop talkin’ to me like I’ma kid!” the energetic boy swatted the hand on his head away with an adorablepout to match.

“You are a kid right now, though?” you quirked an eyebrow, laughing as hegrowled. He blinked slowly, a loud yawn bubbling past his lips despite his besteffort to keep it restrained.

“How cute~!” you giggled, pokinghis cheek only to have him swat your hand away again.

“Stop that!”

“You don’t have to try so hard tostay awake you know? You had a big lunch, after all so obviously you’d besleepy.” You smiled, ruffling his short black locks as you nodded off to hisolder brother who was fast asleep hugging his blue Lizz plush. “You sure youdon’t wanna take a nap with Issei?”

Cerulean hues stared at hisbrother, another yawn escaping his lips as he finally gave a conceding nod. Hehopped to his feet, dragging his own Lizz behind him as he curled up besideIssei.

“[Name]…”

“What is it?” you asked in agentle voice, placing a blanket over the two boys.

“I…s-sowwy…” he glanced away,gripping the end of the blanket as he brought up to hide the lower half of hisface. “…For making you take care of ush while Shuu and Eeichi are at work…”Blue eyes looked back at you with a shy pout. “I weally appweciate it…thankyou.”

You stared owlishly at the boy fora few moments, expression softening into a smile as you pat his head. “Don’tworry about it.”

—

“[Name], sorry we’re late! I…”Eichi stopped once Shu placed a finger to his lips, pointing to the share roomwhere you and the twins were fast asleep, Issei and Ichiru holding each other’shands while you curled up a little distance away from them.

“Uwaahh, how cute~!” the brunetwhispered, setting his things down before making his way over to get a betterlook. “It looks like they had fun.” He mused, taking note of all of yourpeaceful expressions.

“It looks like it.” Shu chuckled,blue eyes flicking to the coffee table where your phone laid alongside a smallnote. “What’s this?” the fawn-haired idol wondered aloud, picking up the note.

“‘To Eichi-san and Shu-san’…?” Eichi read it out loud while Shupicked up your phone, gasping once he unlocked it.

“Th-This is…”

Apple-green orbs blinked incuriosity, peeking over Shu’s shoulder when an incoherent sound left Eichi’smouth as well.

“Ichiru~? Are you sleepy~?”

“N-No! Stop talkin’ to me like I’m a kid!”

“There’s more!” Shu breathed,swiping the screen to go through the photos and videos in your phone’s cameraroll.

“[Name], thank you so much‼”

Eto Koki

“Good night…Kou-kun…I pwomise I’ll go back to being an adult tomowwowso…I’ll see you then.”

You scrunched your brows, a sleepygroan bubbling past your lips as [e/c] hues slowly blinked awake. You sat up,looking around the room when your eyes lit up in remembrance. “I…” you broughtyour hands to your head, patting yourself from head to waist as you checked tosee if you really were back to normal.

“I’m an adult again‼” you gasped,clenching and unclenching your hands. “Kou-kun, I—”

“Mm…Ah [Name]! You’re bigagain…thank goodness!” the blond offered a sleepy smile, yawning as he sat up.

“K-Kou-kun…?!”

“Hm?” He tiled his head to theside, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion at your shocked face. Blue eyesblinked at you when they caught sight of the mirror behind you, widening oncehe saw what was reflected.

“Ah.”

—

“Now it’s Kou?!” Kensukeexclaimed, teal orbs blinking at the five year old sitting atop your lap.

“It’s too early in the morning forthis…” Ryota asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Are you sure this isn’t adream…?”

“K-Kou-kun, how do you feel? Doesanything hurt?” Mamoru inquired, his brown eyes riddled with worry.

The blond boy shook his head. “I’mfine. It’s just like last time when Shun-shan turn’d us into kids.” Kokiexplained, looking down at his tiny self. “I think we should call him and askwhat happund…”

“Already on it…” Ryota repliedcurtly, phone placed against his ear as he waited for the other side to pickup.

[E/c] hues stared down at thechild sitting on your lap, your anxious expression reflected perfectly in hisblue eyes once he looked up at you.

—

“I twanferred the spell tomyself?”

“I can’t say for sure without actually being there but from what I cansee right now, that’s what I’m assuming happened. Knowing Koki, he probablysubconsciously wished [Name]’s condition onto himself.” Chartreuse orbseyed the youth from head to toe through the phone screen. “I’d like to come over right away and sort this whole mess out but Ihave a rather important interview to attend right now, you see. Koki, do youmind staying that way until late in the afternoon? I’ll come right over aftermy work for the day finishes~!”

“Of couse! I don’ mind.” Kokinodded.

“Alright then~! I’ll see you later~!”

“Bai bai.” The blond waved hishand, the screen going black once the video call ended. A few seconds ofsilence passed until the young unit leader was bombarded by a flood of sighs.

“Kou…”

Blue eyes blinked, looking ateveryone bringing a hand to their face. “S-Sowwy…”

“Shun-san already said it wouldwear off by itself so why would you do that?!” you asked, picking up the littleboy and turning him around to frown at him.

“Well this is Kou we’re talking about so I guess it’s not all that surprisinghe’d do something like this.” Kensuke mused, taking his unit leader from yourhands and lifting him up in the air. “It’s not like there’s anything we can doabout this until Shun-san comes over later. I don’t have any work today so I’llhelp you look after him, [Name]. Kou, let’s play a lot, okay?” theindigo-haired youth suggested with a bright smile.

“Yeah!” Koki nodded, a soft giggleescaping his lips as Kensuke brought him down to squish his cheek against theblond’s own.

—

“Uwah!”

You lifted your head from thevegetables you were cutting at his sudden yelp to find the little leader ofGrowth being held up in the air by Kensuke as the blue-haired youth ran acrossthe share room.

“Super Koki‼” Kensuke sang, makingairplane sounds as he took the boy around the room.

“Ken-kun, be careful!” you warned,frown deepening as he set Koki in front of you again. “Kou, are you alright?”

“I-I’m fine. I was just supwised…”the blond explained, placing his tiny hand to his chest to calm his racingheart.

“You don’t have to be so worried,[Name]. He just turned into a kid, not glass.” Kensuke reassured with his usualsmile, patting Koki on the head.

“If anything happens to him whilehe’s away, Ryo-kun’s gonna…” you trailed off with a grim look, the knife inyour hand shaking at just the thought.

“I-I see your point…” theindigo-haired idol gave a twitching smile. Kensuke looked down at the bigcrystal blue eyes gazing up at him, Koki’s golden locks swaying in tune as hetilted his head to the side and blinked.

“Kou, wanna read a book while[Name] finishes making lunch? The storybook Mamoru bought a few days ago wasreally cute—I think you might like it.” He suggested, pointing to theircomposer’s bedroom. “Why don’t you go get it and I’ll read it out loud to you?”

“Okay.” Koki gave a quick nod,scampering off towards Mamoru’s room. Teal orbs watched after the child untilhe disappeared into the room.

“…So?” Kensuke asked, returninghis attention to you as he took a seat by the counter. [E/c] hues blinked inconfusion at his sudden question.

“You’ve been restless and panickyall day.” Beryl-blue eyes looked straight at yours, a rare serious expressionon the energetic youth’s face. “I know it’s a given considering the situationbut I get the feeling there’s more to it?”

You blinked again, a wry smiledecorating your face while a sigh left through your nose. “Nothing gets pastyou, Ken-kun.” You chuckled, turning around to place the cut vegetables intothe pot.

“Don’t tell me you’re blamingyourself for Kou turning into a kid?”

You stopped stirring for a second,giving a reluctant nod. “I’m the reason this happened in the first place, afterall. If I wasn’t put under a spell to being with, Kou wouldn’t have thought oftransferring it onto himself.” [E/c] hues narrowed as you wrapped your fingerstighter around the ladle. “I’m always causing him trouble…”

“It’s not like anybody knew thiswould happun.”

Both of you jumped at the suddenvoice, Kensuke turning around to see Koki walking up to you two with astorybook in hand. He handed his fellow idol the book, raising his arms whileKensuke lifted him up and sat him down on the counter.

“Kou?”

The blond haired boy nodded. “It’snot your fault, [Name]. Nobody knew this would happun, I was just twying tohelp but…” he lowered his head to look down at his tiny self. “Sowwy…”

“Kou…” Kensuke breathed, lookingfrom him to you when a snicker bubbled past your lips.

“No, sorry it’s just…I feel likeyou’ve been apologizing a lot today.” You shook your head, placing your handaround Koki’s cheek to have him look at you. “I’m the one that should beapologizing to you. I’m always the one getting taken care of so at least attimes like this, let me worry about and help you, Kou.”

Koki’s large crystal-blue eyesstared back at [e/c] ones, then at Kensuke who nodded with his usual grin. Helooked back at you, a small smile tugging his lips at your gentle one as theblond idol gave a shy nod.

“Alright. I’ll be in your care until Shun-san gets here, [Name].”

[neganandblake]

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 126- Tears and resignation

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she's certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

MASTERLIST

Chapter 126- Tears and resignation

[Negan confronts Blake in the dining hall...]

By the time Negan had returned to his room later that night, he had found it be to be void of any trace of Blake, and the following morning, despite waking early by his standards, Negan had gone to the blonde's room down on the second floor, to find it empty, despite the bed having looked like it had been slept in.

Today, on this gloomy grey and misty morning, dressed in his usual leather jacket, black boots and grey pants, with a belt slung around his hips, Negan, with Lucille swinging from his hand as he went, had entered into the large dining hall. Only to see Blake sitting on a bench at the far end of the chaotic and busy room, with Mia sat up next to her, stuffing a piece of toast into her tiny, yet already full, mouth.

Negan dragged a hand down his bearded chin almost instantly, his heart dropping into his stomach.

He fucking hated arguing with Blake like this, and almost immediately after the blonde woman had walked out of the kitchens last night, Negan had regretted his words. Although he certainly did not think he was in the wrong here.

Like he had told her. He wasn't fucking blind, and he could see that she hadn't been herself lately.

And as gorgeous as she was, heavy bags lay under her eyes and her normally sparking orbs looked duller that normal.

But it wasn't just that.

To Negan, she seemed like she was holding herself differently. Looking like a porcelain doll, that if knocked over, would shatter into a million pieces.

He watched her now run a hand through her long tousled blonde hair, her elbow on the table as she smiled down at Mia who was, as always, babbling away at a million miles a second about nothing and everything all at the same time.

Fuck, he loved her. Blake.

But perhaps him showing his concern for her in that way last night was the wrong way to go about things.

But this needed to be addressed, one way or another. He needed her to be well….to be safe...

Because he knew that, after losing Lucille, he would not be able to take another loss in his life like that.

For after years of feeling like a man, broken, full of anger and hurt…..

...Blake had fixed him, healed his heart and made it whole again.

"You enjoy your lie-in, boss?" came a sudden voice just over his shoulder, causing him to blink, swinging his shoulders around to cock an eye at the questioner.

Simon was stood there now, blue shirt on and thumbs threaded through his belt loops, coming to stand at Negan's shoulder, surveying the room with him.

But Negan gave a scoff.

"Now what the fuck makes you think I have time for shit like that?" said Negan in a very unamused voice.

But his right-hand man paid no mind to Negan's tone, giving a sniff and nodding over towards the table at the far end of the room where Blake was sat.

"Just thought you were takin' it easy this mornin' seein' as your gals were up and out without you," the mustachioed man said in an easy voice. "Seven-foot Pete said she was up with the larks, cleaning up the kitchen floor before dawn. Said he got down there, to find her finishin' up. Said somethin' about makin' a mess last night."

Simon gave a grin, side-eying Negan.

"You two have some fun down there after hours, boss?" he said waggling his eyebrows.

But Negan gave a growl, suddenly rounding on his friend and lifting Lucille to Simon's chin intimidatingly.

"Did I ask you to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, Si?" he snarled.

Usually dealings with Simon never ended in the threats that Negan presented to his other lieutenant on occasion. But this morning the dark-haired Saviour was NOT in the mood.

But Simon, barely flinching and keeping his chin raised, shook his head.

"Apologies," he said in a clear voice.

Negan lingered for a long moment, before he backed off once more, letting out a long and tired huff.

He hadn't slept well at all last night.

The nightmares had only become worse. Blake's endless screams continuing on and on for what seemed like hours...with Negan waking in a sweat at least two or three time throughout the duration of the night.

And so taking a deep breath and knowing that something needed to be done about all this, the dark-haired Saviour, with Lucille hanging limply from his hand, paced slowly over towards the long table where Blake and Mia were sat. Leaving Simon where he was stood without another word.

The blonde woman quickly looked up upon seeing Negan approach, but to his dismay, she did not smile at him, Negan seeing a gulp trail it's way down her slender throat.

Shit, was she still pissed at him?

But Negan didn't have time to dwell on this now as he came to stop just in front of their table, his lips pressed into a firm line.

"Hai Eggy," said Mia sudden breaking through the awkward moments-silence. "I eatin' towst."

With that, the teeny girl, with unkempt messy hair today, sitting there in little pink smock and spotty leggings, brandished a floppy and half-chewed piece of toast up towards him.

Negan couldn't help but give a smile at this, his eyes twinkling at the toddler.

"I can fuckin' see that, Beansprout," he replied, his eyes drifting over the mass of crumbs that covered the table before her.

But Blake, turning herself slightly in her seat to face away from him, focused her attention on Mia instead, lifting the little girl from beneath her arms and pulling her onto her lap.

The caramel blonde woman was today in a pair of black jeans and a cozy-looking flannel shirt with her hair half up and half down. But she seemed to look at strained as ever, with hollow dark circles beneath her eyes.

"Come on, Sweetie," Blake said in gentle voice, ignoring Negan completely. "Eat you toast, then we'll go."

But as Negan gave a frustrated frown at her words, and as Blake stood, hauling Mia with her, the toddler gave a loud, crying wail.

"Noh, I noht reddy!" she squealed, kicking her legs out wildly, as Blake looked utterly forlorn, dropping the teeny girl back down onto the bench before her hurriedly.

Normally Mia acted like an angel around Blake, but today perahpsthe little girl was having an off day.

And from the looks of it, the same could be said about Blake too….

...as in the blink of an eye, as though in reaction to Mia's outburst, Blake had shaken her head, placing both hands to her face, dropping back down onto the bench beside Mia with a plop, and given a small sob.

Negan, his face filling with concern, moved hurriedly around the table to her, as several nearby Saviours looked their way, obviously curious what all the fuss was about.

Blake's head was now bowed low and her shoulders hunched, with both hands drawn down into her lap, her beautiful face awash with tears, as Negan came to crouch before her on his long legs, a frown lingering between his brows.

He took her hand gently, and to his relief she did not flinch away.

"Peaches, c'mon," he urged her in a low voice, of course knowing that his gentle affection for her had indeed gained the attention of most of the Saviours in the gigantic dining hall right now, with the room falling almost completely silent.

But Negan did not really care.

His focus now on one person, and one person alone.

He rubbed Blake's soft fingers with his own, as her tear-filled eyes finally met with his.

Right now she looked utterly lost and far from the Blake he knew and loved.

"Wot 'rong, Bwakey?" came a sudden voice from their right, Negan looking up to see Mia, clmering swiftly over Blake's legs, placing her tiny hand to the woman's shoulder. "I sowwy. I didn' mean ta make yew cry!"

And with that, Mia placed a sloppy kiss to Blake's tear-strewn cheek, causing the woman to give a small sniff and pull Mia close, cuddling her in a one armed hug, resting her head against the toddler's comfortingly.

"Darlin'," Negan uttered once more, drawing the blonde's attention back to him finally. "Go an' see fuckin' Carson...hell, I'll get him to come to you if you want."

Negan's chocolate eyes searched her face for an answer.

But Blake merely chewed on her lip, pondering his words for what felt like the longest moment.

It was obvious she knew that there was something wrong….and no excuses about her being tired would cover this one.

But even so, she tried to push his help away yet again.

"I've got to take care of Mia-" she murmured, shaking her head once more.

But Negan cut across her quickly, sucking on his teeth in frustration and need.

"I'LL take beansprout for the mornin'" he pressed in a firm tone and lifting his chin in seriousness. "And you're gonna go see Carson."

Blake opened her mouth hurriedly as if to speak, but Negan stopped her before she could do so.

"I ain't arguing' with you again, Sweetheart, we clear?" the dark-haired Saviour said with a frowning growl, digging his cheek with his tongue and looking from side to side, before he gazed back to her once more. "Look I fuckin' love you, Peaches. But I'm not against throwin' you over my damn shoulder and haulin' your ass over to the doc myself. So go."

With that Negan reached out, hauling Mia carefully into his arms, before getting stiffly to his feet.

"Beansprout an' I will be fine," he continued as Mia pressed her chubby little hand to Negan's bearded face with great interest.

And Blake, staring up at the pair of them, finally, to Negan's relief, gave a solemn nod, as though she was committing herself to a dreadful fate by agreeing.

But nevertheless, she stood too, looking as fragile as Negan had ever seen her.

But it made the tall saviour happy that she was finally agreeing at least. Which after their argument last night was something Negan never thought he would manage to corale Blake into.

But there was something different about her today. A resignation of sorts. As though she knew what was coming…

Like she knew what fate was likely to behold her behind Carson's door….

But Negan's eyes were still on hers now, as, jostling with Lucille and Mia in his leather-clad arms he managed to lift his free hand to Blake's face, still sticky with tears.

"I can come with ya-" he offered.

But Blake, cupping his hand with her own, shook her head.

"N-No, I'll go….." she said before pulling away from him gently, giving Mia's leg a gentle squeeze as she went, before leaving the room…

...Negan and Mia watching her as she went.

And it was only when her tall, leggy form had disappeared around the door on the far side of the room, did Negan stare about, realising now that almost everyone in the room was staring at him….

….as he stood there, with a concerned look upon his face, and Mia on his hip.

But Negan, cocking an eyebrow up towards the lot of them, leaning back on bended knees and surveying the room, suddenly spoke.

"Can I fuckin' help you all?" he said in a loud, carrying, sarcastic tone, as people suddenly began scurrying to and fro, getting back to what they had been doing before.

It took all of Negan's effort now, not to roll his eyes, as he hitched Mia a little further up onto his bony, belted hip and turned to her.

The pair were of course a huge contrast to one another, the teeny girl in her pink dress with chubby cheeks, still clutching onto her soggy piece of toast for dear life. And Negan, tall, dark haired and intimidating, a picture in black.

"Wher Bwakey gonn?" enquired Mia after a brief moment had passed, and after Negan had let out a short huff.

He mused for a second before answering. "Well Peaches, has got an urgent appointment with the Doc-"

"Peechiz…" repeated Mia in a whisper, gazing at Negan's mouth as though mesmerized by his words.

But the bearded man gave a chuckle at this.

"That's right," he said watching the toddler carefully. "So I guess it's just you an' me for a lil' bit, huh?"

Mia, her fingers fumbling with the collar of Negan's leather jacket gave a nod.

Shit, the kid was sweet, and even in the short time she had been here had taken on plenty of Blake's gestures and habits, staring at him doe-eyed, causing his heart to contract slightly.

"Well, good." he nodded, gazing about the room for brief second, before looking back to her finally.

"So, Beansprout, you wanna come with me an' make sure my empire is in tip top fuckin' shape?" he questioned, raising an wicked eyebrow in the toddler's direction. "Crack a few fuckin' skulls?"

And at this, Mia gave an excitable nod, obviously enthused at the prospect of spending the rest of the morning with Negan.

"Yesh. Bat wat cwakin skwuls meen?" she asked in curious voice, her mouth hanging open in a small o-shape.

But Negan gave another chuckle at this, knowing that Blake would kill him for teaching the kid shit like this, and so he didn't quite have the heart, or the balls to answer THAT question

So instead, reaching up with his free hand, he grabbed Mia's hand that had been holding the toast, lifting it to his mouth and taking a large bite.

Mia, at once, gave a squeal of laughter, causing many of the surrounding Saviours to look his way once more.

But Negan just ignored them.

"C'mon," he muttered with a mouth full of toast, finally turning on his heel and heading out of the room with a bemused grin plastered across his scrubby face.

But across the Sanctuary, far less happy was Blake, who stood in the long gloomy hallway, with one hand pressed flat up against the door in front of her, and her head hung low, staring at her shoes.

For she knew what this was…

What all of this was.

And inside, she had always known.

For days she had tried to fool herself that she must be wrong...praying that it was something else.

But Blake had had these symptoms before…

Twice before now, in fact….

And as much as she had tried to pretend that this was tiredness….exhaustion….lack of an appetite….

She knew almost for certain what it was. What she had feared would happen to her in this brave new fucking world….

And so, resigning herself to her fate, Blake lifted her head, letting out a long steadying exhale, before knocking on the door with a firm- RAT-TAT-TAT.

Swiping the newly-fallen tears from her cheeks as she waited…

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In The Arms Of  A Stranger

God, that title sounds so wierd but I just can’t get that song out of my head?????

Deal with ME, guys, you signed up for this. 

Ayways, based on this cute small comic by @aarspi 

Disclaimer: Voltron and Fanrt don’t belong to me. 

It’s the crying that catches his attention.

Okay, no, he’s lying because after working three weeks on an amusement park, one starts tuning out whenever crying is present.

Keith has seen from young babies crying because their ice cream fell to the floor to grown-ass adults exiting the rollercoaster called The Galra.

So, yes, it’s not really the crying that catches his attention.

It’s the small body that's crashes, quite literally, against his legs followed by hiccups and heart-breaking sobs that catches his attention.

Keith lets out a small ‘Oof’ as he recovers his balance to avoid falling on his butt. He blinks startled, phone still on his hand before he looks down and sees two big blue eyes filled with tears looking up at him.

“Hey,” he calls softly, heart clenching painfully when the small child flinches away from him when he tries to kneel in front of him, “Hey, hey, it’s okay, I just wanna know if you’re okay?”

The kid, around five years-old probably if Keith has to guess, stares at him carefully, lip still quivering with emotions as big fat tears fall from his eyes.

“I want my Wuncle Lance,” the child hiccups, first rubbing against his right eye.

“Hey, hey, careful, you don’t want your eye dirty now, right?” Keith shifts on one knee, movements slow and gentle as he leans closer to the child and hold out a napkin, “Here, buddy, use this.”

The five years old stares at the napkin in confusion, blinking owlishly at the small square. It’s adorable, Keith has to admit.

“Look, you just hold it like this,” Keith says, holding the napkin by both ends before he continues, “You place it on your nose and then you blow!” he snorts loudly, nose nowhere near the napkin but holding it near for this presentation.

He hears a small giggle and it makes him smile proudly when the kid in front of him covers his mouth in a weak attempt to hide his giggles.

“Did you got it?” Keith asks and the kid shakes his head.

“No.”

Keith shrugs. “Ah, well, looks like I’m gonna back to do it again,” he says, faking resignation before repeating his action and snorting with exaggeration, wincing slightly when he over does it but still smiling when the child giggles.

“You’re funny.”

“Tell that to my brother,” Keith jokes before he holds out the napkin again, “Come on, buddy, let me help you find your uncle?”

The kid hesitates, biting his lower lip unsure. “Mommy told me to not talk to strangers.”

“That’s fair,” Keith nods, “What if I introduce myself? I’m Keith, and you are…?” he coaches gently, while pointing at the nametag that is clipped on the right side of his chest.

“Jose,” is the shy answer and Keith smiles.

“Let me help you find your family, Jose? I promise you I just want you safe.”

This time, the child nods slowly and offers a tiny smile. “Yes, please, Mister.”

Keith beams. “Alright, buddy, up we go.”

He gathers the kid in his arms, huffing softly as he bounces him on his hip. Jose squirm slightly until he find a comfortable position and wraps his tiny arms around Keith’s neck.

“Alright, bud, where was the last time you saw your Uncle?” Keith asks, holding the kid up with one arm as he sneaks a glance towards the clock on his phone and nods to himself. He still has time before his break is over.

He looks up just in time to see Jose pointing towards their right, where the familiar area of carnival games are located.

“Good, can you tell me how he looks like?” Keith asks as he starts walking towards the direction Jose pointed at.

“He ‘s taller than me and he has like, funny cheeks because he always jokes about being a duck.” The fact that the kid says this with a serious expression, as if it was a legit description of a person, makes Keith laugh.

“That’s...well, we got some hunting to do then, huh?”

Jose gasps horrified next to him. “We are going to kill Wuncle Lance?”

Ah, great, yes, scar the kid for life, Keith, why not..

It took three minutes for Keith to convince Jose that they were not going to hurt Uncle Lance and it took another five minutes for Jose to start crying once again when there was no sight of his Uncle.

“Hey, come on now, it’s okay.” Keith tries to sooth, bouncing the kid on his arms gently, “Shh, shh, hey, we will find him, it’s okay.”

God, he couldn’t leave the kid now, there was no way. Break time be damned, he doesn’t care if he might be late for his shift, he’s not leaving this kid alone.

Keith’s starting to consider to get help from security when a booming voice stand out from the crowd, a familiar fame being shouted near them.

“José!” Someone shouts and Keith looks up just in time to see a teen, close to his age, running straight towards them.

In less than a blink, he’s suddenly taking Jose way from him, barely noticing the way the child shouts a distressed ‘Wuncle Lance’ while reaching for the newcomer with grabby hands. Keith doesn’t fight it. He lets the kid go and watches in relief as the pair hug.

“God, I was looking everywhere for you!” The teen exclaims, fear and desperation still clear in his voice as he hug his nephew tighter against him, “I told you not to wander off, buddy!”

“I’m sowwy.” Jose hiccups, sniffling and soft sobs shaking his small body as he snuggles closer to his Uncle’s embrace.

“It’s okay, I got you now, buddy. God, you’re okay.” The brunet sighs, shoulders finally dropping in relief as the familiar comforting weight of his nephew in his arms clicks inside his head, “You’re okay,”

The brunet suddenly seems to remember that there’s someone next to him. He snaps his head back, meeting Keith’s eyes easily.

“God, I’m so sorry. Thank you so much for looking out for him, uh…” he pauses slightly, eyes dropping to the small name tag on Keith’s shirt before speaking up again, “Keith. Thank you so so much, man.”

“It’s no problem, I’m just glad you two found each other,” Keith replies casually, smiling back at Lance and the brunet visually swallows, a small faint blush starting to spread over his freckled covered cheeks, “I gotta go now, though. My break is almost over.”

“You were on your break?” Lance echoes slowly, guilt already twisting inside him but Keith waves him off.

“It’s alright! I just wanted to make sure of José finding his family,” Keith smiles, leaning forward and reaching with a hand to ruffle Jose’s hair playfully, “Stay close to your Uncle, alright buddy?”

Jose looks up, a smile covering his face as he nods to Keith.

The teen nods back at him before meeting Lance’s eyes again as he steps back. “Enjoy the rest of your day, Sir!”

“Wha - Uh - Thank too? Wait, no - I mean - You, you thank - ... and he’s gone.” Lance deadpans, using his free hand to smack himself in the face, “Great, that was real smooth, McClain.”

“Bye bye, Mister.” Jose mumbles quietly next to him.

“No, no,” Lance says, a smile growing on his face as he stares at the retreating sight of Keith’s back, “No bye bye, Jose. We will see him again.”