#okay but under the influence of the same glass of wine why has praying been a straight agony for the past year

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Sirius is Disowned, Part 2. Check out Part 1.

London, July 26th of July, 2012. Content Warning: Toxic Masculinity, Homophobia, Violence, Physical Abuse. Sirius had been wearing the ring that Alphard gave him with pride. Actually, it looked pretty cool on him. Sirius saw his Uncle in a family dinner the day before he left for Rome. He had told everyone that he had business there. He didn't explain any further. Nobody questioned Alphard. Well except one person: Orion. Sirius couldn't pinpoint why his father hated Alphard so much. "I don't blame him, Sirius" Alphard had once answered, "We were horrible to him, me and Cygnus, when we were children. We never liked him" And Orion always repeated that Alphard was a bad influence on Sirius. That made Sirius like Alphard even more. But after his departure, Orion still didn't shut up about it. Sirius had been counting the days for the summer to be over and go back to Hogwarts. Regulus had recommended staying low, and trying to be nice. Sirius was following his brother's advice. But only because he wanted to ask permission to spend the rest of the summer at The Potters'. Perhaps if his parents were in a good mood, he might have a chance. So he was silent at dinner. Sirius was trying to ignore what his parents said. "I'm am so proud of you Reggie, darling" Walburga was saying "Being prefect is an honor" Of course Regulus, the good and perfect son, had gotten the perfect badge a few days ago. Sirius' exams results weren't bad. But nobody noticed that. "Thank you, mother" Regulus answered embarrassed. "Were you prefect, mother?" Sirius asked without thinking. He indeed needed magic to shut his mouth. Walburga's smile disappeared. Orion dropped his fork on the table, making Sirius' jump. Orion had the ability of losing patience easily. "I was just simply asking" Sirius said looking down. "No" Walburga answered, taking a sip of her wine "I wasn't a prefect. Neither do you, so..." Sometimes Walburga acted like a child. Sirius felt like she was constantly provoking him. Making him explode. They fought, Sirius said something stupid. And that's when Orion intervene. One punch or slap made Sirius finally shut up. Always the same. "I was..." Orion interrupted "I used to follow you everywhere, just to make sure you didn't get into trouble" he took a bite of his food "Remember that, darling?" Walburga seemed uncomfortable. She gave her husband a little smile. Sirius tried so hard not to roll his eyes. "Well, today we are talking about Regulus" She said "Samantha more wine" she raised her glass. As Samantha brought the bottle quickly, Sirius noticed Orion was getting furious. He detested it when Walburga drank. Sometimes Walburga liked contradicting her husband. Sometimes Walburga liked contradicting everyone. "Amm... Actually is not a big deal" Regulus said "I don't know what the fuzz is about..." Reggie was shy and nervous when Orion was around. He was afraid of him. Sirius feared him too, but unlike Regulus, he couldn't control what he said. "Of course is a big deal, darling" Walburga stroked Reggie's hair. She'd never done that with Sirius. Sirius tried to ignore that. Everything was fine. Perhaps they would let him go to The Potters' if he was nice. He was cutting his meat, when Orion spoke again, and he jumped. "What is that?" Sirius took a while to learn, Orion was talking to him. His father pointed to his new ring. "Oh... am just a ring..." Sirius murmured, putting the hand under the table. "What was that?" Orion spoke louder. One time, Orion had told Sirius that men never spoke between teeth. Always loud and clear. "A ring, sir" Sirius spoke up, wondering why the hell Orion never bothered Regulus. Just him. Orion laughed "Why does it look familiar?" Sirius saw Walburga's expressionless face, and Regulus' concerned one. Looking at him. Sirius swolled. Be nice. Be nice. Be nice. "It was my Uncle Alphard's" Sirius expected some yelling. But Orion simply snorted. He didn't say anything to Sirius. Which was a relief. But Orion turned to Walburga. "Speaking of Alphard, Wally. What do you think he is

doing in Rome? Suspicious isn't it?" Orion continued the conversation as if they were two old ladies, gossiping. Walburga smiled "How the hell should I know, darling" she spat "I don't control what my brother does" "Well you know my theory, darling..." "What theory?" Fuck, Sirius didn't learn, did he? But what else could he do if they were talking about Alphard. When Orion turned to look at him, he added "Sir?" "It's stupid..." Walburga began. But Orion raised his hand and she was interrupted. "It's okay, Wally" Orion said "I think it is rightful to tell our children what their uncle is really like..." "You have no proof, Orion" Walburga clenched her teeth. "Anyway, I think Sirius deserves to know Alphard is not the person he thinks" Orion smiled evilly "What are you talking about?" At this point, Sirius couldn't shut his mouth. "Orion..." "Alphard uses drugs, parties, drinks and has sex with random people and hookers" Walburga rolled her eyes as if she didn't believe it. "With men" Orion added. Regulus almost choked with his food. A million thoughts ran through Sirius' mind. Especially all that Alphard said the day he said goodbye. How he regretted his choices. How he tried to convince Sirius to be himself no matter who he felt attracted to. Did this mean that Orion was right? "That's not true!" Sirius spatted angrily. Sirius had been raised following strictly what The Bible said. Sirius still remembered what his nanny Mrs. Syre used to said about gay people. "Those bloody homosexuals. We need to pray that they end up in hell, where they belong". But it was 2012. Sirius had learned to be respectful. Albus Dumbledore the headmaster of Hogwarts was gay. Edgar Bones, his classmate was gay. Sirius knew what gays were like. Feminine and all. Alphard wasn't like that. "It is, son" "You have no proof" Orion laughed "Why the hell do you think Alphard hasn't married?" "He is a free spirit!" "Is that what he told you?" Orion laughed "How innocent..." "Mother say something!" Sirius protested Walburga continued to drink her wine. Sirius sighed. "Reggie?" Regulus blinked. "You like Uncle Alphard, don't you?" "Uncle Alphard is nice" Regulus muttered "Your bloody uncle is corrupting your minds...." Orion pointed at them with his fork, angrily "He is a fucking faggot, And if you spend a lot of time with him, he will turn you into that..." "THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS! THAT'S HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING!" Sirius was losing his bloody temper. He stood up. "SIRIUS SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN" Walburga warned. Eyes full of hate. "How can you be so calm, Walburga?" Sirius pointed to his father "He is insulting your brother" "THAT'S IT EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Walburga yelled, she turned to Sirius "And you have no right to treat me like that, young man" "Apologize to your mother!" Orion yelled "Apologize for what you said about my Uncle!" Sirius yelled back. Orion stared at Sirius with eyes full of venom. "All you have to do is behave like a proper man. Like a proper Black" "Maybe I don't want to!" "ORION, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Walburga roared "You just hate that your ego is hurt" "This is what I been telling you, Wally!" Orion protested "Sirius had spent too much time with Alphard. He had changed. He is becoming rebel and responding... Look at that hair, is too long..." "What the hell does that mean?" "Maybe he's turning you into a puff..." Sirius was trembling with rage. Orion was saying lies about Alphard. And now about himself. Sirius thought about what Alphard told him. How he shouldn't let them mold him the way they want. How Alphard admired him for speaking up for the things he didn't like. Sirius thought about Remus. How he was different. He was special. And there was nothing wrong with him. Perhaps Alphard was different as well. Perhaps he was different too. "Maybe I am a puff" At that moment, he mostly said it to provoke Orion. And he reacted, because he threw his glass against the wall, breaking it into a million pieces. Everyone jumped. Walburga yelled. "What did you say?" Everyone

in their right mind would say sorry, and not speak again. Regulus was asking him exactly that with his pleading eyes. But Sirius was out of his mind. Or he just didn't care anymore. Or he was an idiot. "I said that maybe I am a puff" he repeated more clearly "Sir..." Sirius felt Orion's fist on his face before anything. He was on the floor. Nose and lip bleeding. He wanted to cry so badly but the tears didn't come out. Orion grabbed him by his shirt. His face was red with fury. "You were supposed to come out right!" Orion said desperately "You were supposed to be the heir!! You cannot be a faggot. Tell me you are not one!!" Sirius was definitely an idiot. "I am a faggot" his voice was hoarse and he coughed blood. But Orion was hitting him again. All that Sirius could see between punches, was Regulus crying and begging. "PLEASE FATHER STOP! PLEASE STOP!" And Walburga. Walburga was next to Regulus. Her face didn't flick or show emotion. She just stood there supporting Regulus and watching all. I give up. Sirius thought. Now I know there's no sign of love. They don't love me. Never did.

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Title: Start of Something New Chapter 13 Pairing:  Todomomo, side Kamijirou Rating: T Word Count:  3,159 Summary: Momo is thrilled to be spending her winter break on her family ski vacation. Even though she’s anxious about graduating in the spring, she’ll have time to relax, enjoy the slopes and hang out with her best friend. Shouto is not thrilled to be stuck with his father for the entirety of his winter break. It’s anything but a vacation. Even with his siblings there, everything reminds him of his past and he just wants to get back to finishing school and moving on. When the two continuously run into each other at the lodge, both of them realize their vacations aren’t going to be what either of them expected. Read on AO3 Thanks to @amaisenshi and @its-love-u-asshole for reading this ahead!

Momo's lips still tingled from the kiss she shared with Todoroki. It was unexpected, but it had been fun and honestly, she wanted to do it again. It almost felt like something out of a movie; meeting a cute boy while on vacation, only to know they would eventually part ways.

She sighed, brushing through her long dark hair. She was meeting her parents for supper shortly and she couldn't be distracted by this. Her parents would notice if her mind wasn't focused on whatever they were talking about. She wished she could've stayed all night with Todoroki or Kyouka instead.

"He kissed you?! Finally!" Kyouka had been absolutely ecstatic when Momo told her about the kiss before parting ways. The girl had grabbed her, pulling her into a hug, saying they'd have to take time to celebrate her first kiss later. She wanted to ask when Kyouka planned on kissing Kaminari, but decided not to push it any further, not when her best friend was so happy for her. Maybe by the end of the week during the end of vacation party Kyouka would come to terms with her feelings for Kaminari. Momo also hoped Todoroki would be there.

Momo adjusted how her red dress looked, pulling her hair into a low ponytail. She prayed her father would speak about business or other upcoming trips. Anything to keep the topic off of her and her future.

She made her way down to the first floor restaurant, one of the fancier ones. She didn't like it as much as the one that was part ways up the mountain, but she knew her father enjoyed most of the food across the various spots on the lodge and they often visited them all multiple times.

"Good evening, Momo. Sweetheart, you look lovely," her mother said, kissing her cheek as she took a seat. She wasn't surprised to see her parents had arrived before her. She had been quite slow at getting ready since she was partially dreading this meal.

"Thank you," she smiled, tucking her dress underneath her as she took a seat. "Did you have a nice day?" she asked.

"We did!" Her mother laughed, taking a sip of her wine. "We spent most of the day skiing and then enjoyed some wine by the fire."

"It was a relaxing day. Did you have fun with your friends?" Her father asked.

"Always," Momo giggled. "Kyouka was very lively today; she kept challenging our friend Kaminari. Sero, Todoroki and I were much more relaxed compared to the two of them."

Her mother raised her eyebrow. "Is this Kaminari Kyouka's boyfriend?"

"Ah, uhm... no," Momo shook her head. "They're just friends."

"But you think they might be something more?" Her mother's lips curled into a smile as she took another glass of wine. Was Momo really so transparent?

"Well, potentially," Momo admitted quietly.

"I've never heard you speak about these boys before," her father said.

"Sero and Kaminari work for the mountain," Momo explained.

"And Todoroki?" Her mother's voice didn't sound accusatory but Momo immediately froze. Why had she brought up the boys in the first place? She probably should've just said she spent the day with Kyouka and left the boys out of it completely.

"He's just... a friend, someone we met at the pool party," Momo squeaked, her voice sounding higher than she wanted it to. She was going to give herself away since she was an absolutely horrible liar when it came to this stuff.

"I see," her father said, raising an eyebrow before glancing down at the menu.

A silence fell over their table and Momo pulled in a quiet breath. Thank goodness they hadn't pressed further. The last thing she needed was them asking more questions. If she told them she had kissed Todoroki, she was certain her parents would forbid her from ever seeing this 'distracting' boy again. The thought made her heart incredibly heavy.

"I'm glad you had a nice day, Momo, dear," she said, brushing her hands over the table. "Once school starts up you won't have as much free time and I know how important this is to you."

"Yes, of course," Momo said, nodding her head.

The waitress came over, taking their orders and menus out of the way. Momo was glad, hoping their food would come quick and they could focus on eating and maybe planning out their days for the rest of their week. Knowing her mother, she would want to cross-country ski one day, and Momo wouldn't mind the break.

She couldn't believe they had less than a week left of their vacation. Admittedly, Momo wasn't ready to go back to school. She knew it wasn't good for her to be lost in a fantasy world, but she felt so relaxed around Todoroki and she truly enjoyed the time she had been spending with her friends.

"We do expect you to be completely focused for the rest of your time in high school. We are proud you are already secured in your spot at your university but you need to stay on track. The last thing you want is your grades to slip in the final moment." Her father spoke, shattering Momo's thoughts immediately. So much for avoiding conversation about this.

Momo pursed her lips, glancing down at the table. "Of course, Father."

"I can't imagine Momo ever letting her grades slip," her mother said, and Momo was thankful she was on her side.

"No, I would... never," she said, her heart clenching in her chest.

"Good. I would hate to see you jeopardize anything involving your future because you got a little lazy or you're too focused on a boy," he continued.

She swallowed. Did they really think she was going to do that? Nothing in her past had ever shown her to be a poor student or anything less than a hard worker. "I..." she breathed out, glancing down. "I promise," she whispered. "I would never do anything like that. I know how important my career and my future are."

"Yes," her father said. "Even if you don't know what your career is going to be."

She swallowed again, her throat closing up. This is not how she wanted this conversation to go. Her phone felt heavy in her pocket, and she was desperate to text Todoroki and beg him to meet her on the roof. It took all of her to not get up from the conversation and run right then.

"I know..."

"I know you say you know, but I want you to understand," he continued. "Today you mentioned spending all this time with boys. The other night you waved to that boy at dinner too. That's not like you at all. I really am starting to wonder if Kyouka is a bad influence on you. I'm glad the two of you don't attend the same school."

"Father, please," she said softly. "Kyouka is a good friend and has never once done anything to try and influence me."

"You say that, but if she's off flirting with boys you might start to think that's okay," he continued, shaking his head. "If you keep focusing on these trivial things you won't be able to decide what you want to do with your future. Your studies are of the utmost importance."

"I..." She opened her mouth, trying to find something to say, anything to defend herself, but instead she closed it, letting out a small sigh. "Yes Father," she said instead. She knew no matter what she tried to say to him, he wouldn't listen. She could argue she wouldn't do it, her past behavior proved she wouldn't, but she knew it wouldn't matter to the man.

"Sometimes I wonder if I've been too lenient with you," he said.

Swallowing, Momo glanced to her mother who stared at her husband with understanding eyes. "I... I don't think I've done anything wrong..."

"Not yet you haven't. But when boys are involved, they ultimately become a distraction," he said.

Momo sucked in a sharp breath of air. "I..." Could she truthfully say boys hadn't been a distraction? This whole vacation she'd spent the majority of her time thinking about Todoroki. Even now she wanted to text him and meet up with him again. But was that really a bad thing? At one point her parents had to date and fall in love...

"I promise I won't be distracted, Father," she said, pushing herself up from the table. "If you'll excuse me, I... really need to use the restroom."

She grabbed her small purse and made her way to the restroom to take a deep breath. She didn't want to cry at the table in front of her parents. Tears welled up in her eyes and she swiped them away, trying to stop herself from crying, she couldn’t go back to the table with her face all puffy and blotchy. Pulling out her phone, she brushed her finger over the screen. Was it really so horrible to want to spend time with Todoroki? Was she really going to fail her classes just because she had a crush on a boy?

She pulled up their chat and typed out a message asking Todoroki to meet her on the roof later on.

She could live in this fantasy for a little longer, if only for this week.

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Shouto anticipated the fight. He could feel it coming, stirring under his skin. It made his entire body feel on edge, clenching his fists by his side.

Natsuo walked in front of him, his hands shoved into his pockets, his body tense too. Both of them were on edge, anticipating the wrath of their father.

The two boys had agreed to go to dinner, if only to try and speak to their father regarding the incident from the day before. They couldn't spend the rest of the vacation avoiding him and not talking to him, as much as they wanted to.

Natsuo knew this, and Shouto could tell from the way his brother walked down the hall, he was itching for a fight. Their father had never been an understanding person and neither of them expected him to start understanding now.

It just meant the meal was going to be unpleasant.

"Isn't it nice my sons decided to come to dinner?" was the first thing Enji said when the two boys arrived. His arms were folded over his chest, his eyes narrowed and glaring at Shouto and Natsuo.

Fuyumi stared at the table, pursing her lips tightly.

"I'm going to leave if you pull this bullshit," Natsuo grumbled, yanking the chair out to sit down.

Enji let out a long sigh. "It's unsurprising Natsuo would run away, but Shouto, I'm very disappointed in the choices you've made today."

Shouto pressed his teeth into his lip, glancing at Natsuo. "I don't know why I expected this dinner to be anything but this."

"You have no one to blame but yourselves," Enji said. "The two of you have been extremely disrespectful."

"Oh we have? Even though you've been bossing around your adult children on some weird power trip!?" Natsuo scoffed, keeping his arms folded over his chest.

"Natsuo..." Fuyumi whispered, gently placing her hand on his arm but he pulled it away.

"What? Are you really going to defend him right now?" he hissed. Natsuo could be humorous and lighthearted, but when it came to frustration with their father, Natsuo didn’t hold back. However, Shouto knew he wouldn't want to cause a scene in a public restaurant.

"It's not about being on a power trip," Enji stated flatly. "It's about respecting your parents Natsuo, and you too, Shouto."

"Shouto never does shit wrong!" Natsuo scoffed. "The one time he decides to do something for himself, you have to be on his case. You're insufferable. I give Shouto a lot of credit for putting up with you all these years. I'm so thankful you thought I was too stupid to carry on your legacy."

"You didn't even attempt to try when you were younger. I wasn't going to waste my time on someone who wasn't willing to work," Enji said.

"Thank god," Natsuo snapped.

"It's just too bad your influence seems to be rubbing off on Shouto. I supposed I should've gotten you separate rooms."

"I never should've come on this damn trip," Natsuo said, slamming the menus shut as he shoved it away from himself.

Shouto saw Fuyumi's fists clench against the skirt of her dress. Turning to his father, he stared at him. "This has nothing to do with Natsuo. I needed a break from you."

The entire table turned to stare at Shouto.

Enji blinked, taken aback by Shouto's blunt statement. "Perhaps we should all go home. I've provided you with a trip out of my own generosity and this is the thanks I've gotten."

"Father, it's not that we're not grateful-" Fuyumi began, but she trailed off, unsure of where her statement was going.

Shouto swallowed, looking his father right in the eye. It was rare he spoke up like this, but this entire trip had been grating on him. The culmination of frustrations he felt on the trip itself partnered with the frustrations he felt from his everyday life were almost too much for him. "I don't understand why you took this trip, Father."

Something flickered across Enji's eyes and for a moment he faltered, starting down at the table for a split second. He turned his eyes back towards Shouto, glaring at him, any semblance of other emotions gone from his gaze. "I thought I was doing something nice for my children, but it seems they do not appreciate my generosity."

"We just want free time," Shouto said.

"This is a vacation," Enji stated flatly. "The entire trip is meant to be free time."

"How is this a vacation when we have a schedule and you're forcing us to do everything you want?!" Natsuo yelled, a few other patrons turning to look at their table.

This was going exactly how Shouto expected it to. Enji would never view himself as doing anything wrong, Shouto knew what was about to come next.

"I am paying for this trip, Natsuo. I have bought you skis, a hotel room, every single meal you've eaten and you're acting like a spoiled brat," Enji retorted.

"Fine. Don't bother. I'll give you the money for my portion of the trip," Natsuo hissed. "I'll give it all back so you can't throw it in my face."

"Natsuo-" Fuyumi began.

"I won't ski for the rest of the damn time and I won't come to these stupid dinners. I'll stay out of your face and I really hope Shouto does the same, so he can actually have a vacation away from you since you force him to study all the time!" Natsuo continued.

"Natsuo, please-"

"Shouto is a hard worker and cares about his future," Enji hissed, talking far quieter than Natsuo, though people were already staring at their table.

"Shouto only cares about his future because you force him to!" Natsuo said.

"He's right," Shouto stated flatly and once again they all turned to look at him.

Enji glared. "What?"

"You've never once asked me what it is I want to do. You've always assumed I would follow your legacy. You've pushed studying and your choices for my career onto me and even on this 'vacation', you've given us zero freedom."

Enji smirked. "I see. So this whole time you'd rather be lazy, like your brother?"

"Natsuo isn't lazy," Shouto said. "He just doesn't listen to you and you don't like that."

Natsuo blinked, turning to his brother. "S-Shouto..."

"I don't get why you took us on this trip," Shouto continued, "but I do know it hasn't felt anything like a vacation." It only had when he had spent time with Yaoyorozu and her friends, actually having fun. Nothing about this was fun.

"All of you stop!" Fuyumi yelled, the outburst unexpected from the quieter girl. Fuyumi shook her head, letting out a long sigh. Her eyes trembled as she fought back the tears. "I don't understand why we can't have a nice dinner. One where Father doesn't yell at us, one where Natsuo laughs and Shouto smiles," she whispered. "That's what Mom would want."

The taboo subject; their mother. No one spoke of her, and now she had been mentioned twice.

There was silence around the table.

"Well? Don't you think that's true?" Fuyumi asked, glancing at all of them. "She would have wanted us to have a good time here. She would've loved this place... all the snow and lights... and I know you all hate talking about her... but it's been years!" she said, sucking in a gasp of air.

"She would hate that this is what her family looks like now," she said softly. "She wouldn't want to see us fighting and bickering all the time!"

It was true, Todoroki Rei had always been peaceful, gentle, and kind. Before her complete mental breakdown, something none of them, not even Fuyumi was going to mention, she would’ve loved this.

Enji pushed out from the table, standing up. "Go to your rooms. This conversation is done with. I will not be subject to this sort of talk."

"Father..." Fuyumi whispered. They hadn't ordered yet, no server had come to take their order with how tense their table had been.

"No. Do as you’re told. All of you," he snapped, walking away from the table.

The three children sat in shock, no one saying a word. Enji rarely backed down from anything, in fact Shouto couldn't recall a time something like that had happened, but maybe Fuyumi yelling at him was finally too much.

In his pocket, his phone buzzed, a text from Yaoyorozu.

[Text from: Yaoyorozu Momo]: Hello Todoroki-san! I know we spent a great deal of time together today, but it would be wonderful if I could meet you on the roof tonight. If you have free time of course.

Todoroki stared at the screen before turning to look at his siblings who both sat at the table.in complete and utter silence.

"I-I'm sorry..." Fuyumi whispered. "I said too much."

"Nah..." Natsuo muttered. "Everything you said was right. He just is too much of a goddamn child to face it."

"I guess..." Fuyumi said. "I wanted us to stop fighting, not for him to walk away."

"You know what he's like Fuyumi. He doesn't talk about her, ever," Natsuo said. "Let's just... eat together... the three of us. Dad will eventually... figure it out. Maybe..."

Probably not.

But they all nodded, agreeing to eat together, even if they did so mostly in silence.

Texting Yaoyorozu back, Shouto decided going to the roof with her later seemed like a very good idea.