Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
Word Count: 569 (short but sweet)
Warnings: cussing (obvi), Dad!Bakugou, uuh I think that’s it for this one
A/N: So this was actually inspired by one of the openings in Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Jake and Charles take down two Santas that were fighting, I recommend the show 100% if you haven’t already watched it. Anyways, I hope you enjoy my first posted fic on here. Don’t be afraid to leave feedback, interact in anyway, or send requests. Hope you enjoy Christmas in July! Thank You! -jojo <3
It’s a few days before Christmas, Katsuki and you decide to take your two kids out to shop for presents for your own family gift exchange. Santa is still going to come but they insisted on doing a family exchange, it just means more presents for them.
As you’re all walking down the street, trying to see which store to go in, a man dressed as Santa runs out of the store a few feet away. The store owner runs out, screaming for someone to get him, he was just robbed. Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to go into action, “Keep the kids safe” he yells behind him as he runs after the man.
You pull your kids close, it takes less than a minute for Katsuki to tackle him. Unfortunately, for the man, he tries to fight back, pulling out a pocket knife. Your husband does not hold back, he takes the man down, again, with ease but not without leaving him with some bloody injuries. You can’t help but to smile, you love your husband and it must have been so cool for your children to see their father in action.
He turns around with an uncharacteristically goofy smile, in public. He raises his arms to cheer and screams “BOOM! THAT’S RIGHT! I FUCKING GOT SANTA!” He’s proudly standing over the fake Santa, you cheer for Ground Zero and people around do too, that’s when you see Katsuki’s face drop and you follow his eyes down to your 3 and 5 year old’s faces. They look absolutely horrified, on the verge of tears.
You look back up at him with a “what the fuck do we do?!” face and he shrugs, running over to you guys as the police begin to cuff the guy. “Oi, what’s wrong?” he asks them both, crouching down to be face level with them.
That’s when they burst into tears. Your little 5 year old boy speaks through his sobs “Daddy killed santaaaaa!!!!” “N-now no c-c-cwismas!!” you 3 year old adds.
You’ve never seen Katsuki look this worried in all of your years together. All he is able to do is stutter out that he didn’t mean to.
“That Santa is fake! There’s nothing to worry about!” He assures them.
“SANTAS NOT REAL?!!!” Cue more crying and wailing.
Katsuki panics even more, “No! No no. That’s not what I meant!”
You decide to step in and help, doing your best to calm your children who have now gathered the attention of other bystanders. “He’s real, he’s definitely real. That Santa was a fake. Your daddy took care of the bad guy pretending to be santa.”
The cries become soft whimpers as they calm down. Katsuki sends you a thankful look as you two take a deep breath.
“Dodged that bullet.” He whispers to you, picking up your five year old.
“Barely” You whisper back, picking up your three year old. “What bullet, mommy?” Asks your little boy from Katsuki’s arms.
Your husband beats you to an answer, “Nothing, kid. Don’t worry about it.”
Thankfully the response is accepted and with the shopping being forgotten about, you guys head back home. “Let’s go home and build a fort so we can watch movies. Huh? How does that sound?” you ask your kids.
They cheer, “Fort! Fort! Fort!”
You and Katsuki fist bump, glad to be able to just relax for the rest of the day.
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