summary: In a fit of emotion, Charlie says something she shouldn't have said. Adam is furious.
a/n: my first hazbin hotel post, so i guess it might be OCC. Well, at least Charlie is, but i think she can lose control over her emotions when being mocked about the hotel, sooo... ah, and Adam calls [Name] a bitch.
"Shut the fuck up you little bitch!"
The court fell into absolute silence. All the highest-ranking angels seated on their balconies—seraphim, thrones, archangels—froze, looking at Lucifer's daughter with disbelief and shock. Sera frowned. Emily gasped. Vaggie turned deathly pale.
[Name], thunderstruck, blinked and grabbed the railing of her balcony. Out of the corner of her ear, she heard Lute growl at the insult. It seemed the Exorcist lieutenant was about to draw her spear and finish the princess of Hell off where she stood.
So, it looks like [Name] really went too far this time.
How did it come to this? Perhaps we should clarify a few things first.
[Name] was a human soul who accidentally died nearly before turning fourteen, and only because of that was sent to Heaven. She was quite calm... most of the time. The other times, she was known as a manipulative gremlin who enjoyed drama, squabbles, and showdowns—and since such entertainment was absent in Heaven, she had to create it herself. Eventually, Sera finally caught her red-handed and, tired of tolerating her antics, sent her under the care of Adam, making her his representative and speaker.
Did this make things better? Partially. Adam took a liking to [Name], began teaching her questionable things and joining her in her adventures. They were chaos together, but the girl herself began to behave much better, so Sera simply accepted it.
And, as the representative of Adam and the Exorcists, [Name] was, of course, present at the trial. She must have really gotten carried away, ridiculing the princess's idea and barely hiding it, and thus drove her to such an... outburst of emotion.
By then, Charlie had already realized she'd screwed up. She seemed to shrink under all the disapproving stares. But it wasn't just the stares—she was genuinely ashamed of her words (to think, she'd dared to insult a child out of her emotions!), and it was written all over her face.
"Um... M-miss [Name]? Please forgive me! I didn't mean to say that, it just slipped out—"
[Name] didn't react to these words, only gripping the railing tighter and looking down, trying not to let the tears fall. She felt extremely embarrassed and almost guilty—but she honestly couldn't understand why. After all, Adam had called her a bitch too, but from him it was never a dirty word!
Besides, he'd never told her to shut up...
There was a cracking sound.
[Name] turned her head to the side.
Her eyes widened.
Fuck.
Adam was mad.
His holographic mask, though it hid his face, conveyed his emotions perfectly—and the unexpected fury it expressed unsettled [Name].
Was it just because of what the princess had told her? Did... he really care?
She looked at his hands—clasped in his fist was the broken pen he'd recently used to write the rules for entering Heaven. He must have squeezed it too hard and broken it.
[Name] carefully reached for his hand.
"Adam, please... it's okay, don't—"
Adam dissappeared. With one great flap of his golden wings, he rose into the air and instantly appeared next to Charlie's balcony.
"Listen here, you Lucifer spawn," Adam was angrier than [Name] had ever seen him. Behind her, Lute made a pleased sound. "I could barely stand you being here, but no one—you hear me?—no one fucking dares call my little bitch a bitch except me!"
[Name] blinked, disbelieving her eyes. She hadn't thought it would affect Adam so much...
Meanwhile, he narrowed his eyes and flew closer, clinging to the railing of the princess's balcony.
"And no one—not in Heaven, not in Hell, not on Earth—dares to tell my girl to shut up."
His hands trembled with anger.
"I'm barely holding back right now, and I won't get much praise if I kill you now. Rest assured, in a month—"
"Adam..." Sera gave him a warning look.
He ignored her.
"...In a month, when the Extermination begins, the first thing the exorcists and I will do is head to your wretched hotel, and I will fucking destroy you myself, understand?!"
"Adam!"
"E-extermination? Extermination of human souls?" Emily's face took on a betrayed expression. "You exterminate the souls of sinners? Sera!"
[Name] gritted her teeth and spread her wings, taking flight, landing next to Adam. She took his hand and pulled him toward their balcony.
"Enough... Please... I really am guilty..."
Adam obviously didn't think so—but the sight of [Name]'s pleading face made him moderate his ardor a little. He snorted and let her lead.
"And one more thing," he stopped mid-stride and turned around. "Your girlfriend used to be one of my exorcists. Good luck with your relationship."
Oh, and he decided to tell her about Vaggie.
[Name] giggled involuntarily at Charlie's shocked expression. Adam chuckled.
"Finally. I was beginning to think you'd spend the rest of your life acting like a fucking emo."
As usual, even his support sounded dubious, but [Name] was already used to it. She gave him a slight smile.
"Thank you. For... well, for what you did."
Adam snorted and waved her off.
"Mm. It would have been fucking embarrassing to let that blonde bitch insult my representative. Don't worry, sweetie, I'll keep my word. She has exactly one month left."
"The meeting is adjourned!"
[Name] blinked and looked down - it seemed that while she and Adam had been talking, the princess and her companion had already been escorted through the portal back to Hell. She sighed with relief.
"Finally..."
"Adam." However, it seemed that this wasn't the end yet. Sera's voice was stern; it was easy to tell she was irritated by Adam's carelessness.
He just sighed in exasperation.
"Sera, I respect you very much, but that fucking brat dared insult [Name]. My bitch! You of all people should understand!"
A smile involuntarily appeared on [Name]'s face.
Sera was still displeased, but the argument seemed to have worked. She looked away.
"Now, if you don't mind, we have to go. I still need to support her mental state after all this bullshit." He turned to [Name] and grinned. "We're going for ice cream, bitch!"
[Name] gasped.
"Yes!"
"Just don't even dare take the popsicles. Only sluts suck, and you're not a slut, understand?"
"As you say, Adam!"
Sera sighed wearily.
Perhaps giving [Name] over to Adam's care wasn't a good idea...?
Pv child! Reader: Shadow milk, the shared custody time is over, dad wants me back
Shadow milk: Looks like he has to come back to get you then
Shared custody must be over by now
Yeah, with Shadow Milk in never really ends until Pure Vanilla is in the Spire with you and him permanently. So until that happens he will be a petty asshole.
This is including but not limited to:
Bribery
Defamation of the outside world
Child manipulation
General manipulation
Begging
Passive aggressive notes
Using you to spy on your dad
Holding you hostage until Pure Vanilla comes to get you
Just holding you hostage because
Trying to pull a Hades with the pomegranate
Weaponizing your innocence
Basically he is the more nasty one in this self proclaimed divorce hostage situation but he would never hurt you. You're his little baby no matter what Pure Vanilla says and while he may be having issues with your daddy he loves you very much so just let Aunt Candy Apple take you to plan that week's tea party while he has a "talk" with your father.
For extra drama he does some of this shit in his "Lady in Azure" form and calls himself your mother and over all just being a petty, vindictive, spiteful asshole.
We have talked about hermes!reader, lively, lovely, someone that mortals and gods alike love, but who was She before She became a messager too, what was the life before She learned the tricks from her father, Hermes himself.
Even the strongest were once kids, even the strongest were once frail, and that's how fate comes and goes.
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In the shadowed hours before dawn, the air shimmered softly as Hermes crossed the veil between the immortal realm and the mortal world. Gods were forbidden to tread where their mortal children drew their first breath—an ancient law to keep the fragile threads of fate untangled. But Hermes, the fleet-footed messenger, the god of boundaries and secrets, could not resist.
His heart hammered against his chest as he slipped quietly into the dim room where she lay. The flickering light of a single candle cast trembling shadows on the walls. There, swaddled in thin cloth and silence, was his daughter—so tiny, so impossibly frail.
Hermes knelt beside her cradle, his gaze falling first on the faintest hint of wings at her temples—tiny, translucent, so delicate they seemed woven from moonlight and breath. Wings like his own, but smaller, weaker, like fragile leaves barely clinging to a branch in a storm.
The god who had outrun time itself felt a cold knot twist in his stomach. Here was his blood and breath, and yet she seemed to hover on the edge of the world, quiet as a whisper, as still as the dawn itself. He reached out with a trembling hand, cradling her fragile form against his chest.
In that moment, the might of Olympus, the cunning of Hermes the trickster, the speed that bent the wind—all seemed useless against the frailty of a single mortal child.
He held her close, feeling the rapid, faint beat of her heart beneath his fingertips. A flicker of fear, deep and raw, gripped him—the helplessness of a god facing the mortal fragility of life. Would she make it through the night? Would she live to run free beneath the skies he so loved?
His breath hitched, and for the first time, the messenger of gods was silent, his usual mischief and lightness replaced by a heavy, trembling stillness.
"Please," he whispered, voice breaking, breathless as if the very act of speaking would drain him of strength. "Give me... a sound. A flutter, a cry, anything. Show me you’re here. I need you to live."
He pressed his forehead against her soft temple, where those fragile wings fluttered faintly, barely there. "You have to live. You must live—not for the gods, not for the mortals, but for me. So you can help me deliver the messages no one else can carry. So your wings, small as they are, will carry the weight of the impossible."
His fingers trembled as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, the god of transitions and boundaries feeling the unbearable weight of hope and fear all at once.
"For you, I will break the rules, cross the lines I am forbidden to cross. I will be here, silent and unseen, until you can fly on your own."
And so, in the stillness before dawn, Hermes, the swift-footed god, held his daughter close, trembling with the fragile, fierce hope that she would survive the night—his first and most precious secret, delicate as the wings at her temples, fragile as life itself.
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The candle’s flame danced low, as if it, too, was holding its breath. Outside, the wind whispered against the shutters, carrying with it the hush of a world not yet awake. But inside the quiet room, time seemed suspended—held still by a god’s arms and a child’s shallow, fragile breaths.
Hermes sat on the edge of the cot, still cradling his daughter as if she might vanish into mist if he let go. His fingers, calloused from centuries of carrying staff and scroll, were now trembling, barely brave enough to touch the warm, too-small curve of her back. She hadn't moved, not once, since he had arrived—not a cry, not a stir, not even a twitch of her tiny, translucent wings.
He rocked her gently, not even noticing the rhythm in his own motion. The words that slipped from his mouth were barely words—just sounds, scraps of prayer not meant for Olympus.
“You can’t go,” he murmured against her hair. “Not yet. You haven’t even seen the sky. You don’t know what the wind feels like on your face, or how fast we can run together. You haven’t laughed yet. You have to laugh, little one. That’s the rule. You can’t go until you laugh.”
And then he felt it—that sudden stillness in the air, colder than before. No rustle, no sound, just absence. A silence so clean and deep it scraped across the bones.
Hermes didn’t stiffen.
He didn’t turn.
He simply pressed his daughter closer to his chest, his chin resting lightly on the crown of her head, and whispered, voice raw and near-breaking:
“Thanatos, please.”
Behind him, the shadows shifted, deepened. The air seemed to draw itself inward, holding its own breath. The god of death had come.
Thanatos had entered countless rooms, dim and sorrowful, but none where a god had already arrived ahead of him. None where the air clung not with despair, but with trembling hope. And never had he seen Hermes—clever, quick-tongued, ever-smiling Hermes—like this.
Hermes didn’t look back at him until that moment.
When he did, it wasn’t with defiance or fury.
It was something far worse.
It was pain.
Unmasked. Unhidden. The pure, sharp ache of a father staring into the face of the inevitable.
Thanatos faltered.
Not out of fear—death does not fear gods or men—but from something else. A quiet understanding passed between them, wordless and heavy. This wasn’t a soul ready for passage. This wasn’t a life finished. This was a thread barely spun, and already fraying.
Hermes closed his eyes for a long moment, then opened them again, and with a voice like wind through autumn leaves, he spoke once more:
“Just… not tonight.”
Thanatos lingered.
Then, without a word, he stepped back into the darkness—and was gone.
Hermes let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and it came out shaky, broken.
He held his daughter tighter, rocking her again, gently, as though movement alone could keep the silence from stealing her away.
The candle’s flame flickered once, and steadied.
And far away, above the clouds, not even the stars dared speak.
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The sun had not yet risen when Hermes appeared at the threshold of Apollo’s sanctuary. The god of light and prophecy sat in stillness, golden eyes half-lidded in the half-light of early dawn. But even before Hermes spoke, Apollo knew he had come not as a herald, not as a brother of Olympus, but as a father.
Hermes stepped into the chamber, his arms still wrapped protectively around the bundle of cloth and quiet breath, as if the act of letting go would undo her completely.
"Apollo," Hermes said, his voice stripped of its usual quicksilver charm. It was hoarse, hollow. "Tell me what to do."
Apollo looked at him, and then down at the child in his arms—so small, so pale, and nearly motionless, save for the faint flutter of translucent wings at her temples. Even Apollo, healer and god of the sun, felt a twist of unease in his chest.
"She won’t last the day,” Hermes said, almost choking on the words. “I’ve held her all night. I… I don’t know what else to do."
There was a pause—long and ancient, like the silence before an oracle speaks.
“I could give her ambrosia,” Apollo said quietly, stepping forward. “A draught of the purest kind. It would change her. Burn away the mortal weakness. She would become one of us.”
Hermes stiffened.
“That’s not always how it works.”
Apollo didn’t deny it.
“She’s half-mortal. If her body rejects it—”
“She’ll die,” Apollo finished for him.
Hermes stared at his daughter, rocking her slightly, as if the movement alone could stall the choice. Her breathing was shallow, barely there. Even the soft flicker of her wings seemed to weaken.
“And if I do nothing,” he whispered, “Thanatos will take her anyway.”
And suddenly, he felt it again.
That chill in the air.
That impossibly still silence.
Thanatos was near.
He didn’t see him—didn’t need to. His presence was like a shadow behind the heart, never touching, but always near.
Hermes turned back to Apollo, desperation etched into every line of his face.
“Do it,” he said. “Now.”
Apollo nodded solemnly, retrieving a crystal vial glowing faintly with a pale golden light—the essence of the gods, the blood and breath of divinity.
Hermes took it with hands that shook. He hesitated only a second longer, cradling his daughter close and brushing his lips against her temple.
“Little one,” he breathed, “I hope you forgive me.”
He tipped the vial gently to her lips.
For a heartbeat, nothing happened.
Then she stirred. The faintest twitch of her fingers. A flutter of wings at her temples like sparks catching wind. Her eyes squeezed shut—and then her mouth opened—
And she wailed.
A loud, full-throated cry, wild and clear, the sound of life bursting into the world.
Hermes nearly collapsed.
He dropped to his knees, pressing her against his chest, his tears hot and unashamed as they spilled down his cheeks.
She was alive.
She was alive.
The sound of her crying filled the chamber like music, like prophecy fulfilled, like the wind rushing through the heavens after a long, dry silence.
Apollo stepped back, allowing the moment its space.
Hermes clutched her close, tears falling freely now.
“Thank you,” he whispered, to her, to Apollo, to the stars, to no one and everyone at once.
The god who once danced between realms and laughed at fate now wept for joy like a mortal man.
And behind them, unseen and silent, Thanatos turned and vanished—for now.
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Before anyone loved the daughter of the messager god, before anyone knew of her existence and her heart, there was a father, with a love so big he just couldn't bare the thought of never hearing his Little girl's laugh.
Tw: Burning in Kaeyas, broken bones in Diluc's, Dottore being his own warning, prejudice in Itto's, infected wounds in Childe's, near death in Thoma's, Amputee! Gorou, OOC Dottore (I have no idea how it happened), mentions of reader having ears and tail on Gorou's, light Angst in Scaramocuhe's
Key: (m/n)= Mothers name, (y/n)= Your name
Translations: Baba=Father
I think reader is like 4-7, old enough to know they're hurt. But not old enough to really understand how to actually help yet.
Also thank you guys for almost 300 Followers! I was thinking of adding one these as a new dad for 300 followers. So please let me know who you'd like out of these on the straw poll Whoever gets the most votes gets added!
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Kaeya
It had been a fairly simple thing, really. Dispatch some Abyss Mages, report back to Jean, coast clear, go back home.
Only these were the types of mages that were kind of annoying becusee they actually had some braincells to rub together.
So your father got a pretty nice burn on his torso.
They doctor figured he could be back out in a few weeks, but when he first got the burn, it hurt like hell!
Your mother was playing his sexy Beautiful Nurse.
Luckily you were there to be the most adorable little Assitant Nurse!
You came home from school and found your father relaxing in his chair after your mother so kindly changes the wraps around his torso.
"Daddy!" You grinned and ran to him.
He smiled and opened his arms.
You jumped into his arms, making him grunt.
"Careful, Snpwdrop, Daddy's still a little tender." He said, looking at you sweetly.
"Sorry..." you pouted and wrapped your arms around him.
Kaeya smiled and kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.
"Daddy feel better?" You looked up at him.
Kaeya chuckled softly. "Your hugs make it all better, (y/n)."
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Diluc
Diluc got hurt quite a lot sadly, thanks to him being the hero after all.
Usually, they were just cuts or scrapes.
But everyone In a while, and he gets more seriously injured.
Like in this case, he broke his ankle.
Meaning he was in a cast for a while.
And your mother got the wonderful job of reminding Diluc that "no. You can't fight right now, you're just going to have to trust the KoF"
And you, were her backup.
"Come on Diluc, you can't go out. You're still in a cast." (M/n) said as she pushed him into bed. "Mondstat can survive a few months."
"You sure about that?" He half joked.
"I'm positive. Jean and the others are just as capable, as you." (M/n) said, sitting beside him and tracing patterns on his chest.
He rolled his eyes. "And the Tavern? Who's going to keep Kaeya and Venti from robbing the place?" At this point, he was just looking for an excuse. Grumpy man.
Your mother rolled her eyes and got up, walking away for a bit before returning with you. She gently threw you on the bed and crawled in bed too.
Diluc rolled his eyes but naturally wrapped his arms around you both. "My weakness..."He grumbled.
"I know." Your mother replied, laughing softly.
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Zhongli
Again, Zhongli hasn't been hurt in some time, especially when he had his gnosis.
Even now, years after he gave it up, he sometimes forgets that fact and will overestimate his abilities.
And those Lawlachurls are usually when he overestimates his abilities.
Zhongli managed to escape, but not without breaking a couple ribs.
Luckily, he had a cure little nurse.
"Baba okay?" You asked as you walked in to his bedroom early one morning. Well....early for you, your father had been up for hours.
He looked up from his book and smiled a bit. "I am fine, little one."
You walked closer to the edge of the bed and Zhongli glanced over to his wife before back to you. He smiled a bit.
"Anything I can do to help?" You asked sweetly.
Zhongli hummed in thought. "Think you can make baba some tea?" He asked. He had shown you how not long ago, after all, it was a very important skill.
You wandered to the kitchen and, using the step stool, began to carefully make the tea your baba wanted. You knew he had a fondness for Honey in his tea so you guessed the amount he put in.
You then made yourself some too, and took a cautious sip. You made a face but took another sip, and another. You wanted to be just like your baba and that involved you liking tea.
Shrugging, you brought the tea back to your Baba and presented it to him.
Zhongli chuckled fondly and carefully leaned down to pick you up, grunting. You were almsot to big for such things.
He sipped his tea and red, and you tried to follow along with what he was reading, but you were still pretty young and the words flew over your head.
Zhongli smiled a bit. "Would you like me to read to you?"
You nodded and cuddled up, eventually falling asleep to his deep, soothing voice.
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Xiao
This man is so stubborn when he's injured its not even funny.
He was stubborn before you came along, and after?
He never wanted you to see him be weak!
Which works great until you land on your back wrong. (Old man!)
So he was put out of commission for a few days.
Xiao groaned as he rose out of bed, cringing at the ache in his back. Was he getting out of shape? Or did he just get weak? Why did his back hurt so much? It's not like he hadn't landed on it before.
Granted, it usually wasn't on a very sharp rock that could have impaled him.
You panted out once he finally got sat up just hanging off the edge of the bed. Your mother had gone out to get more medicine for him from Baizhu.
You, being the curious 5 year old you were, opened the door and walked in.
"(Y/n)...you shouldn't be here..." Xiao grumbled but didn't....couldn't, do anything to stop you.
"Baba's hurt. I want to help." You said firmly. You walked further in the room and hopped on the bed.
"Hmg...careful." Xiao grunted out as you jostled the bed a bit too much. He took deep, controlling breaths.
You looked at the scars that littered your fathers presently bare torso, including the new one, located dangerously close to his spine.
You traced them all and Xiao turned to watch you, but didn't stop you.
Finally, you reached the new scar, and his back was all tense and hard where the rest of it was relatively soft.
Hesitantly, you applied pressure and watched your father groan. You remembered watching your mother do this for him yesterday so you began to mimic her motions. Of course, you didn't really help, but you also weren't not helping.
Xiao hissed in mild pain but looked at you fondly. He appreciated the gesture, even if it wasn't nearly as effective as your mother's.
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Kazuha
Being a Samurai, or at least, an ex-Samurai, your father didn't usually get hurt.
But that didn't mean it was impossible.
And honestly, he probably deserved this one.
See....he was walking out on some ice and slipped in just the wrong way, fracturing his wrist.
Honestly his pride was hurt more than anything.
Kazuha was sat on the sofa writing poetry to pass the time. Your mother was out tending to her garden when his arm began acting up, causing him to make a face.
You looked up from where you were trying your hand at Poetry with your father (it wasn't going too well).
You got up, wordlessly, and wandered to the kitchen and carefully prepared some tea woth herbs you knew your mom used to help your father, and you brought it over carefully.
"Daddy, I made this for you." You said.
Kazuha turned away and smiled at you presenting a far too large cup of tea, but who was he to scold you for a gesture so sweet?
"Ah, thank you, Bug." He smiled, ruffling your hair affectionately. He sipped the tea. It was a little too strong for him, but it wasn't by any means something he'd reject. You made it after all!
You sat next to him and cuddled up to him. "Daddy feel better?"
"Much."
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Venti
It's something that rarely happens. He prefers to do bard jobs, but sometimes he'll go with the traveller or the adventures guild.
And this can lead to him getting hurt. Usually though, the wounds fade.
But sometimes, he gets a little more injured.
It wasn't his week to have you, but your mother was out on a date (why did Venti feel jealous?) So he got you.
But he was also stabbed by a hillichurl so he had a nice limp.
"Daddy!" You grinned, running to him. He caught you in his arms and grunted a bit.
"Careful, Birdie. I hurt a little bit." He said, looking at you.
You tilted your head. "Hurt?"
"Yeah." He said, taking your hand and walking with you, trying to hide his limp.
You hummed and once you arrived at his apartment, you pushed him on the couch. "Sit." You ordered.
"Hm? (Y/n), what are you doing?" He asked.
"Daddy hurt and limping. So sit. I'm your nurse." You declared, and Venti let out his signature giggle.
"Alright, Birdie."
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Albedo
Sometimes, Albedo has to protect his lab from hillichurls. Nothing unusual.
But he got outnumbered and ended up getting hurt pretty badly.
Your mother went to town to get him some medical supplies since they used what they had at the lab.
You stayed with your father
"You need anything?" You asked, looking at where your father was sat on the sofa, holding his side.
Albedo smiled as he looked at you. "I'll be fine, (y/n)." He said.
You frowned at him, seeing how he still clearly hurt. You gently pushed him to lay down and Albedo looked puzzled.
You walked over to the cabinet in the small shack and pulled out the bandaid usually reserved for you, given they had some cute design on them. You walked back over and lifted your fathers shirt up, exposing his abdomen.
Albedo held hurt shirt up and watched as you put your bandaid on his new scab from the sword the hillichurl wielded.
You put the bandaid over it and kissed it, like your father did for you when you got hurt.
"Thank you." Albedo said, laughing softly.
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Itto
This man is clumsy as shit, tell me otherwise. I dare you.
So it's not too unusual to see him hurt
However, what is unusual is seeing his reaction to beans.
He was just midning his own business when some jerk decided to just throw beans at him. And then his buddies joined in.
And Itto ran to the safety of home, and his girlfriend.
"Itto! You okay?!" (M/n) said, running to him and pulling the normally big and strong Oni in her arms. She held his trembling form as the reaction worked its way through him.
"Just some beans. Nothing that...won't go away..." He mumbled.
Your mother frowned. Why couldn't people understand her Oni wasn't a bad guy? Sure, he was a little stupid, and maybe even dense, but he just...was so sweet and loving. Just loud, really.
You heard the commotion and wandered out from your room, holding your stuffed Ushi your mother had made.
"Oh no...Sweetie....you probably don't want to see this...." Itto said. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he got the beans fully off of him and he wasn't sure if you were as allergic to them as he was, and he didn't want to find out.
You however, didn't listen to him and made your way closer, seeing your father was lightly burned in some small spots.
You frowned and hugged him, making Itto tense, but he relaxed once he saw you weren't reacting to it. He held you in his strong bicep.
"Daddy okay?" You asked, looking up at him.
"Yeah. I'm much better now." He said. And it was true. You just had such magic little hugs!
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Ayato
Being a figure of nobility in Inazuma meant Ayato always had a target on his back, especially by organizations such as the Fatui.
He had been walking alo g the beach when he got ambushed by the Fatui.
Thankfully, he managed to take them out, but his usually white outfit was stained by red at his hip where he had been stabbed.
He sat on the bed while your mother, who thankfully had been a medic back in the day, was stitching him up.
He hissed a bit in pain, but watched as you made your way to him. "(Y/n)...you shouldn't have to see this." He said.
You shook your head and carefully climbed on the bed and hugged your father, laying on the bed with him as your mother kept working, a fond smile gracing her beautiful features.
Ayato smiled a bit but didn't squeeze you or anything through his stitching process. He instead ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead.
Your mother smiled and cut the remaining thread and wrapped the wound. "There." She said.
Ayato carefully rolled over onto his back, holding you in one arm and opening the other. "You want to join?"
Your mother laughed softly and wrapped her arms around him, and Ayato held his small family in his arms and gazed at your mother with a loving look.
Hmm....maybe once he heals he should consider expanding the family?
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Childe
Being a Harbringer isn't exactly the safest job out there.
Especially for someone as battle hungry as Childe.
So it wasn't unusual for him to come woth a few new scars to add to thr collection.
That being said, it was unusual for him to faint at the door.
"Ajax!" Your mother yelled in surprise in caught her husband before he would have fell.
You watched, whimpering. Did your daddy die? Your little mind just could process.
"(Y/n), cam you grab the first aid kit under the sink in our bathroom?" She asked while she got your father on the bed.
You nodded and walked to your parents bedroom and them into the bathroom, opening the cabinet and grabbing the white box, and wandering back out. "Here mama!" You said.
Your mother smiled and looked over your fathers body for wounds and saw a pretty bay infected one.
"Stupid Harbringer..." She mumbled under her breath.
"What?" You tilted your head.
"Nothing! Nothing!" Your mother chuckled nervously.
She quickly cleaned the wound after draining the pus (ew). She stitched it closed, thankful she had gotten pretty good at patching your fathers wounds.
She threw away what she used and sighed, covering Ajax with a blanket.
You smiled and snuggled into him for warmth, manipulating him so his arm rested over you.
Your mother gave a soft look, watching the scene.
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Thoma
He was doing some errands around Inazuma, as per usual
That was, until a group of Treasure Hoarders ambushed him. There was so many of them and Thoma was only one man
So for as good of a fighter he was, he got overwhelmed and defeated.
He was lucky that Yoimiya found him.
How long had it been? Was his first thought as he opened his eyes, finding himself in a hospital. He swallowed thickly and shakily tried to sit up, but he gave out, collapsing back on the bed.
"Be careful, Lovie." Your.mother sais, walking over to him. "You've been out for a couple of weeks...."
Thoma went pale. A couple weeks? How were you then? Did you know?
Your mother laughed softly. "They're fine." She assured. "I just didn't want them to see you like that. But since you're awake, I will bring them tomorrow." She assured.
Thoma relaxed slightly.
....
The next day, your mother brought you to your fathers hospital room, where he was shakily eating some Ramen.
He took one final mouthful and swallowed the noodles before setting the bowl aside. "Come here!"
You grin and ran to him, and he lifted you onto his he'd and kissed your cheek, and you giggled at the feel of his stubble.
"Daddy!" You grinned and Thoma nuzzled you. "Missed you!"
Thoma felt his heart burst with cuteness. "Missed you too." He replied and held you close, squeezing you gently.
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Gorou
Since he wasn't a general anymore, he very rarely, if ever, battled anything anymore.
He just wasn't as limber as he used to be with two prosthetics.
But, sometimes, he'd get phantom pains.
Those days were rough on the poor doggy general.
Gorou hayes the mornings he woke up feeling like his stumps burned. Like he could feel them being sawed off.
They used to happen all the time, but hadn't had the phantom pains in a long while.
His ears flattened in pain, whimpering softly. Dammit. He was so weak...
(M/n) woke uo, and rolled over to look at him. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and Gorou turned to her.
"It's okay." She said softly. "You just relax today, you've earned it." She said, sitting up.
"I didn't mean to wake you..." He said softly.
She just kissed his cheek and got up to make breakfast.
You woke up to the smell of food and frowned seeing your father wasn't making breakfast like usual. "Daddy?"
Your mother looked up. "He's having a rough day. I was going to make his favorite breakfast today, want to help?"
You nodded and helped your mother make breakfast, and you carefully carried the wooden tray of food to their bedroom.
Gorou perked his ears up hearing his two favorite people enter the room, and he saw the breakfast. "Aww...you guys..."
You smiled, tail wagging, as you went to your father and presented the tray.
He smiled and took the tray on his lap and admired the sweet gesture before you and your mother joined him in bed, sandwhiching him in between you two, not that he minded.
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Scaramouche
Scaramouche thought he knew pain.
But when he went to Sumeru and got his gnosis ripped out from him just after your 5th birthday?
He was lost. Utterly lost.
He returned home, defeated. Weak.
He lost his purpose.
He walked in the door, quietly. He didn't want to wake you guys. He clutched his chest, feeling how empty it was. It was like his heart was ripped from his chest.
Who was he anymore? He wasn't the sixth Fatui Harbringer anymore. He wasn't a puppet cast aside. And he sure as hell didn't deserve the title of 'dad'.
He felt as though he had been reset. Perhaps he had.
He heard footsteps and saw (m/n), the only person to never cast him aside when by all rights she should have.
She didn't say anything, just gave a face of pity and walked to him, wrapping her arms around him and cradling him, running her fingers through his hair.
Scaramouche broke down, crying. Finally letting his walls crumble to ruins.
(M/n) startled before tightening her grip on him and rubbing his back.
"Who am I?" He asked her, although muffled by her soft chest.
"Well, I'm not sure I'm the one who can answer that question, Scara, that something you'll have to figure out for yourself." She said softly.
He sighed softly and held her close before hearing you.
"Dad!" You greeted and ran to.him, and Scara felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't say anything when you approached and joined the hug. He didn't push you away, in fact, he held you close.
....
Months passed, and Scaramouche's mind was still a haze, but when he saw you wear his old fat, that was, far too big for your head, he gave a fond chuckle as you stumbled to.him, unable to see over the brim.
He gently lifted it up so he could see your face. You beamed at him and Scaramocuhe smiled. Maybe....maybe he did deserve one title.
Dad.
Next he knew, he felt a weight in his hand and looked to see an anemo vision, and you grinned.
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Dotorre
He wasn't usually sent out in the field, despite being a harbringer. He was far better served in a Labratory.
If he was called out, he usually would send a clone.
But the Tsarista requested him personally to deal with the Traveller in Fontaine, to slow them down.
And he obliged.
Needless to say, the traveller defeated him, not without a few wounds themselves, but Dottore was simply no match anymore.
He managed to find his way back to his lab, thanks to a teleporter he had built in his lab.
You mother had been keeping an eye on his expiraments for him, mostly his test subjects. Series, when she was particularly impatient, she'd remind them that they were locked up with a mad scientist and his equally mad lab assistant. (You really think she'd get with Dottore with a completely sane mind?)
But she turned seeing Dottore appear, clutching his side. It was bleeding, and quite badly. His face was pale, and getting paler by the second.
"Dottore!" She said in surprise but caught him as he stumbled towards her as if drunk. He wasn't in good shape, that was for certain.
She carefully let him use her as a crutch as she got him to a more private part of thr lab. She began to get IV full of various medications attached to him. And one of spare blood.
She waited for the pain medication to kick in before she began to patch him up.
Luckily for her, Dottore made some strong ass medicine. Unfortunately, it made it's subjects higher than a kite.
He mumbled, mostly nonsense about the traveller and how annoying they were, before he finally turned to her. "I missed you." He said.
She looked up, startled. She smiled a bit. "I missed you too." She continued to stitch him up.
He watched her carefully, and sighed a bit.
He stayed silent until she finished. He could feel himself slipping away to unconscious, his body needing to heal.
"I...." His voice was slurring. "I love you...(m/n)"
Your mother paused, turning to him. She wanted to believe what he said, so badly. But...he wasn't in the right state of mind.
"Id love to hear all about it, when you're not hooked up to Morphine." Was her simple response.
.....
Dottore woke up the next day, seeing all the medications he no longer was hooked up too. His body hurt like he had been hit by a meteorite.
He rubbed his head, and the scene from last night popped into his mind. He pursed his lips, but he didn't push the idea out of his mind, either, like he usually did.
(M/n) was special to him, he knew that much. You think he would have had a child with her (or rather, give her a choice if she wanted to have the child?) If he didn't?. But love? A strong word. But the evidence was strong.
He sighed, confused, but looked up as you walked in.
He chuckled seeing you had what appeared to be homework in your hands.
"(Y/n)....what is that you got?" He asked, sitting up a bit.
"Science." You said, pouting. "The teacher explained it funny..."
"Is that so?" He mused. "Why don't you come up here, little one?" He pat the spot next to him and you beamed at the opportunity.
Usually, your father didn't let you get so close to him. Sure, a pat on the head here, maybe even a hug on your birthday, but outright inviting you close? You weren't going to waste the opportunity.
You climbed up next to him and kept a distance, but shyly scooted closer after a moment, shocked he didn't push you away.
"Now, what is it?" He looked at you and you showed him the paper. He read it over. The paper was simply on the science of the water cycle and nature.
Sure, not a field he was known for, but he was a smart man, and in all fairness, you were only 6 so this was basic stuff to him.
He wrapped an arm around you as he explained it to you.
Your mother walked in on the scene and she stopped, stunned.
Dottore looked at her as he watched you write the summery you two had worked on together for the paper. "What?"
"Nothing...it's just..." She stammered
"Not what you expected....?" He supplied.
She nodded, hesitant.
He chuckled. "I suppose that's to be expected. Being away...it made me raise a few things about myself I had been avoiding." He said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
He then turned to her. "Nothing I said last night was a lie."
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Omg how did Dottore's get so long? I was just vibing I guess lol? It's funny, I always swore I'd hate that man yet I think I actually fell in love with him instead.
as always, thank you for enjoying my stuff!! @engardeitsme, @lunaryasha, @nokolla💜💜💜
Chpt 4: 5.7k words
Kid! Heimdall x Kid! fem reader
Multi-chapter
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A/N: Sorry this took a second. I am very sleepy all the time. also, this chpt was difficult to write???? I hope you enjoy and have a good time with it! We are near true friendship guys I promise it’s gonna be so cute. Heimdall has a thick shell but I have a hammer lol
Slight warnings: talking about overstimulation and panic attacks.
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Heimdall stilled, his eyes staring steadily at the rock beneath him. He took in the warmth of the hands that were cupped over his own. Every cricket chirp, every rustle in the grass, every late-night cry and drunken laugh, every voice fell away as he was able to match his breathing to the rhythm of the gentle song that took over his senses.
He relished in it for a moment.
How it was the only thing both ringing in the air around him and the only thought in his head for once. Heimdall swallowed and looked up slowly to the girl so close to him, her eyes still closed as his were, and her voice still soft as it sang to him. He was mesmerized at YN’s ability to cut out everything overwhelming his mind. How he was able to feel at peace.
YN opened her eyes slowly, feeling him shift. Their stares bored into each other, heads still pressed together. The girl slowed her humming to a stop and pulled away just slightly, still thinking of the melody for him to listen to. Her hands left him and she placed them on top of her knees, tilting her head slightly. She waited for Heimdall patiently as he took his time to pull his own hands away from his ears and take in the silence of the night. He sniffled, rubbing his tears-stained eyes with a fist, and looked away.
“ Why…Why are you here?” he croaked out, finding a trail of ants crawling near them all too interesting. YN followed his gaze and answered without looking back at him.
“I was taking a walk… how are you feeling?” she whispered, her eyes following the ants as they disappeared down a crack in the wall.
“Better,” he mumbled back after a bit, his legs shifting from being pulled to his chest, into a crisscrossed position. “But what are you still doing here?... just go… run and tell my father how incompetent and pathetic I am…” His voice trailed off, and though YN knew he was trying to collect what dignity he had left, his voice still quivered, especially at the mention of his father. YN finally tore her eyes away from the trail of ants to look at Heimdall, his fists squeezed tight together.
“Why would I do that?” She asked with a brow raised. Heimdall just scoffed in response, his knuckles going white. YN frowned at his lack of response, “I don’t think you’re pathetic.” Heimdall glared, and for a moment YN forgot that he had just been sobbing. He opened his mouth to rebuttal, wanting to spew how bad a liar she was, and the only thing on her mind was pity. But when he listened to her thoughts, all he heard was the soft humming that had helped him so much just moments ago. Heimdall closed his lips and looked back at her, his eyes glowing.
“Why…why are you still singing?” YN blinked at the question, a confused glare in her own eyes forming.
“Because… you were sad… and it was helping you.”
“I wasn’t sad!”
“Well, you weren’t happy,” YN said simply, not breaking eye contact. “Why did you come here of all places?” Heimdall groaned, his hands ruffling into his hair.
“Gods, you’re so frustrating!” he huffed and glared at the girl harder, his eyes still blurry with tears as he spoke. “If you must know: I am meant to guard the wall, it’s my job! S-so…so…” his voice lost its steam as he didn’t even have the energy to finish his excuse. He sighed, putting his head in his hands. “ So… I come here because people won’t ask questions… if they see me… and they can’t hear me scream…” he barely whispered, “and I can beg for the noise to stop…”
“Do you want me to stop?” He stiffened slightly at the question, tilting his head up slightly to look up at the girl. She just rested in her spot, still as the lake at the bottom of the wall, waiting for an answer. Her voice was still softly rolling through his thoughts, just loud enough to drown out everything else. “Do you want me to stop thinking of the song, Weasel?” She asked, her voice barely there. He heard it crystal clear. His frown deepened as he realized his answer. Heimdall clicked his tongue and put his hands to his ankles, squeezing.
“No…”
YN didn’t hide her smile but didn’t say anything, happy he was accepting her help. They sat like this for a while, YN’s voice continuing to soothe Heimdall in the aftershocks of his panic attack. He sat in thought for a moment. How the girl had happened upon him. How he didn’t have to suffer on his own, and that she didn’t seem to have any intention of telling the All-Father.
“Thank you,” he said finally, his body relaxing “For… making it quieter…”
YN nodded and scooted to sit next to him, shuffling in her pocket. Heimdall watched her, a bit apprehensive and frowned slightly in confusion when she pulled out her small bag of dried fruits and nuts. She popped a few in her mouth and offered the bag to him, trying to chew quietly. He just stared, looking from her to the food she had offered. She waited a moment, before shaking the bag, jostling the contents. The scent of sweet dried fruit was faint, but his stomach growled nonetheless. He reached his hand into the bag, grabbing at the snack. The fruit left a sticky residue on his fingers as he poured the contents into his mouth. YN broke the silence, looking up at the moon as she spoke.
“I always get a little hungry in the middle of the night… I think it’s because I’m used to eating throughout the day and night to keep my energy up. I haven’t yet knocked the habit.” she threw another fistful into her mouth. “I noticed you hadn’t eaten much at dinner… have some more, okay?” she handed the bag to him again, but when he hesitated, YN grabbed his hand and placed the bag in it, closing his fist over it with her fingers. He held on to the parcel for a moment, just staring at it in his closed fist. Then he noticed that the humming had stopped and his eyes darted up to see the girl starting to stand.
“I’ll leave you alone if you’d like. Or we can walk back together?” Heimdall stared up at her and as her inner voice quieted, new sounds seemed to echo in his head. It wasn’t until she turned to walk away he realized he hadn’t responded, and without thinking he reached out his free hand, barely grasping the end of her sweater.
“H-hold on!” He called, his voice betraying him with a crack. YN paused and turned to him again, her head tilted and her eyes concerned. Heimdall swallowed and looked at his hand desperately gripping her sweater. He felt pathetic. He felt weak. He clung to the fabric in his fist tighter and growled in frustration. He couldn’t look anywhere but the ground as he mumbled. “... s…”
“What?”
“...st—y mo—-nt”
“I-I’m sorry, I can’t hear you,”
“Will you just-!” He snapped for a moment before sighing, “... please stay…just for a moment longer…keep singing…” his voice shook, and the chill of the wind crawling over the wall ran down his back and bit at his cheeks. YN smiled and shook her head, giggling softly.
“You’re hopeless.” She let herself be pulled down and sat next to Heimdall again. She pulled over her sweater and draped it over both their shoulders.
“You don’t have to-”
“You’re shivering…” she cut him off, pulling the sweater over his outer shoulder. He didn’t speak again and she started to hum aloud. They stayed like that, in her song, eating quietly, until they saw Skoll start to disappear with the moon and Hati peek from the horizon with the sun.
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YN wasn’t sure when she had finally dosed off, but when her eyes felt the shine of the sun rising, she curled into herself, squinting and stretching up slowly. She rubbed the grogginess away from her face, brushing back her hair that had warmed in the sunlight. YN opened her eyes to find herself alone, her sweater draped over her body. She pulled it over her and sighed, looking out towards the great lodge, and wondering when the boy had left, and if he was ok.
YN collected herself and walked back, only to see Mal running to her as she approached.
“And just where have you been!?” she started, and YN just looked up at her, confusion on her face.
“I went for a walk… is everything ok?”
“ hah!” Mal rubbed her face, the stress obvious in the tension in her shoulders and the permanent knit in her brows. “ “Is everything okay?” you have some nerve, missy.”
“But-”
“You were late to breakfast! And when I went to scold you for sleeping in, you weren’t there. I went to see if you went to your lesson, and Mimir said you hadn’t shown up! We’ve been worried sick looking for you! The whole past hour we’ve been looking!”
“Mimir’s been looking too?” YN tilted her head, her hands wringing the end of her sweater as an embarrassed flush started to hit her cheeks. She didn’t like this; the worry she felt radiating off of Mal, and the guilt that started to weigh on her for making them so upset. Mal just stared at YN for a moment, almost in full disbelief at the question. “Wha- yes? Of course, he has. Are you listening to anything I’ve been saying, we couldn’t find you anywhere!”
“But… Odin said Asgard was safe. So there was no need to worry, right?” Mal froze slightly at this, her shoulders suddenly going slack as she ran her fingers through her curls. With a deep sigh, she crouched down to the girl’s level, placing her hands on her small shoulders.
“Mimir will be happy to know you are fine… come on, let’s go see him so you can apologize.” YN let Mal lead her to the lodge, where Mimir was seen asking anyone who would listen:
“Have you seen a wee girl, ‘bout yay high? *hair color* hair and *eye color* eyes? No? Hello, excuse me, have you seen-”
“Mimir!” Mal called out over the chaos of the lunch rush. The man whipped his head around, and as soon as his eyes fell on the little girl he laughed in hysterical relief. YN waved awkwardly with a shy smile and watched as the man weaved through Einherjar to get to them and gasped as he crouched down to grab her shoulders, his golden eyes scanning across her visage. YN looked up at Mal, who patted her head, then back at Mimir.
“I’m..I’m sorry, for worrying you…I didn’t know you would be worried,” she admitted, with a sheepish smile. Mal and Mimir both looked at her and Mimir tightened his grip on her shoulders.”
“Of course, we’d be worried, lass. Where were you?” YN thought for a moment. Of course, they’d be worried. Why did that sentence warm her up inside? She thought back to Heimdall, wondering if they had been worried before they found him as well. After all, he was much more important than she was.
“I was just... With Heimdall, at the wall,” she spoke apprehensively, remembering that last night felt like a secret needing to be kept between just the two of them. “He didn’t tell you? He got back before me, didn’t he?”
“ The boy was gone too?” Mal whispered down to Mimir who seemed equally as confused. ‘Had they really not noticed?’ The girl thought to herself, looking at her shoes. Mal and Mimir looked at each other. The man stood, nodding to Mal that she could take her leave, and walked YN out of the great hall and to his study.
“You were with Heimdall? Did he take you to the wall?
“No, no, I was just taking a walk and he was there.”
“Was he… upset?” YN frowned at the question, realizing there may only be a few reasons why he would have been alone.
“O-of course not. He was actually... Uh… annoyed I was bothering him.”
“Did he try to threaten you?”
“What? N-no we just talked for a bit.” She could feel Mimir’s eyes staring down at her, waiting for more information. She wrung her hands as she thought of a way to cover the boy's tracks. “I.. couldn’t sleep. So I took a walk early this morning. Heimdall was…” she thought for a moment, biting her lip, “He was practicing.”
“Practicing?”
“ Y-yes!” She looked up at Mimir, a small smile on her face as she thought out the rest of her lie. “Practicing for… when he needs to stand watch on the wall!” She then scoffed, putting an air of pompousness she knew the boy would have had if she hadn’t found him the way she had. “ “ It's a very important job, you know? And It’s meant just for me. I’m very important and powerful. You’re lucky I’m even letting you stand here! I’m supposed to smite anyone that enters Asgard! Blah blah blah!” YN mimicked Heimdall’s mannerisms, waving her hands in the air and glaring proudly up at Mimir as she mocked the boy. Mimir chortled, shaking his head at YN’s antics as she trotted around, hands on her hips looking around with a holier-than-thou attitude.
“Alright, alright, I got it. Stop that now, you’ll get us in trouble.” He pressed his hand on top of the girl's head, pulling her closer to his side. She giggled, relieved inside that she was able to cover her tracks at least with Mimir. As they walked into the study, YN could see a glimmer of gold and white retreating from her vision as the door to the study closed.
Everywhere she went that day, she just barely saw a flash of white and gold, or a pair of pink eyes tracking her before disappearing. YN wasn’t a stranger to being watched, she knew exactly who it was. Yet every time she turned to get a glimpse of Heimdall or try to speak with him, he was gone. He was out of the great hall by the time she sat to eat. The door creaking closed, was her only indicator. At their regular sparing session, Thor and Baldur were by themselves, saying Heimdall must have wanted to train alone. And the more he seemed to hide from her, just out of reach, the more frustrated she got. To the point, she felt she was chasing a ghost around Asgard. It had been a full day now and YN was on the verge of giving up to go to supper. She huffed as she mentally gave in, meeting the end of another empty hall she had sworn she had seen the boy turn down.
“Dammit!” YN groaned before walking back down the stairs, defeated. “ maybe after dinner…” she walked past Odin’s study, her feet dragging.
“Where were you last night, son?” YN heard Odin’s voice echo from the room. Her steps slowed to a stop and she turned back towards the study, the door cracked just so.
“I was off training, father. I wanted to work on my range for mindreading.” curiosity drew her closer as she crouched to the foot of the door, peering in. Odin stood stall, looming over his youngest son.
“Try. Again.” He nearly growled, his gravelly voice sending a tremble down YN’s spine. Heimdall tried and failed not to shrink under his father’s booming voice, his arms crossed behind his back as he waited in bitter silence for an answer. Heimdall could do nothing but stare at his feet, and YN could see his shoulders trembling from where she stood. Odin waited a beat longer before sighing and barked out, louder this time. “ Answer me, Heimdall!”
Heimdall bowed his head lower, and his hands tightened at his sides. YN shivered at the way Odin spoke to his son behind closed doors. She understood what Heimdall had meant. He could pretend all day that he didn’t care if she told anyone, but YN knew he was terrified. Because this was not the first time he had run to cry on the wall. And it was not the first time he had been reprimanded for letting his overstimulation get the better of him. YN’s fists tightened against her shirt and her heartbeat hammered in her ears. She raked her fingers through her hair, standing up and taking a deep breath before knocking on the door loud and clear, smoothing out the nervousness in her voice with a cough.
“Um, Hello? All-Father? Are you here?” she called out as she yanked the door open. Odin barely suppressed his glare as their eyes met, and Heimdall looked at her with a unique combination of shock and horror. Odin straightened and looked at the girl with a warm smile.
“Oh, hello dear girl, did you need something? I was speaking to Heimdall about a private matter.”
“Um…” ‘I didn’t think this through.’ she thought, and if Heimdall could roll his eyes without getting caught by the All-Father, they would have been in the back of his head. YN smiled sheepishly, her fist still wrapped around the door handle.
“Oh, I was actually going to ask… if you’ve seen Heimdall! But he’s right here! U-um can we go to dinner together?” she asked, rocking on her heels before entering the room and standing next to the boy with an eager smile. Heimdall just continued to stare, more dumbfounded by the second. Odin tilted his head, his own confusion evident on his face despite his smile.
“Oh? Are you two getting along better now?”
“Yes! In fact um, we uh took a walk early this morning together. To the wall.”
“Ah,” Odin hummed, turning back to his son, his brows raised. “So you two were together at the wall this morning.” his jaw tightened as he watched his son cower, and turned his attention to the girl. “And did you walk there together? Or was he already there?” his voice was curious, but YN could feel his intentions like a snake constricting tighter around her rib cage. YN kept her smile, looking at Odin with innocent confusion.
“Well actually, I-I kinda had a nightmare.” Her shoulders shrunk as she looked down at her fingers. “ a-and I uh… I think I kind of woke him up.” she smiled sheepishly, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Odin frowned, crossing his arms.
“I see. You know, Heimdall is not supposed to be out of his room after nightfall. He has a very strict schedule.” Odin turned to his son, his eye glaring down at him cryptically. “He needs his rest.” Heimdall looked up at his father, catching on to the girl’s act and listening to what she wanted him to say next.
“I know, All-Father. I tried to get her back to bed but she kept making noise… it was annoying.” YN nodded in agreement, her eyes apologetic.
“I couldn’t go back to sleep… s-so I went back out into the hall. I woke him up again and I-I said I was just going to go for a walk. He, uh, “ YN looked over at Heimdall and smiled softly, “He said I’d find a way to get lost somehow…so he went with me! We got to the wall and just talked before falling asleep there.”
You slept there?” He asked Heimdall, his brow raised. YN fidgeted a bit but nodded, running to step in front of Heimdall to catch Odin’s attention.
“It’s all my fault, All-Father. I ruined his sleep and dragged him all the way out there. And when he wanted to go back I asked him to stay… because I didn’t want to be alone.” She looked down at her feet, ashamed. Heimdall looked at the girl for a moment and frowned at the feeling of her hand reaching behind to grab at his sleeve. He didn’t pull away, taking a step closer to her. Odin stroked his beard as he pondered, looking between the two of them. He looked into the girl’s eyes, a flush on her face and shuffling at her feet. Then at his son, moving closer and refusing to make eye contact. He suddenly snorts, bubbling into laughter. The children started up at him in confusion, looking back at each other before staring back at the All-Father. Odin’s laughter subsided and he gave them an all-knowing smirk.
“ I think I see what’s going on here.” Heimdall swallowed thickly.
“ Y-you do?” The girl asked, a nervous smile on her face.
“ I do.” He crossed his arms, tapping his foot. Heimdall tightened his grip around the girl’s wrist and she could feel him shake. Finally, he tried to speak.
“ F-father, please-“ Odin clapped his hands suddenly with a laugh and put one hand on each child’s shoulders.
“ Oh I should have known something like this would happen! You are my son, after all!” Odin laughed, making Heimdall tilt his head, brows knit together. YN had a similar reaction, tilting her head in the opposite direction. Odin just chuckled, squeezing their shoulders tighter. “Now, don’t play coy with me. Going to the wall? Alone? At night? Hah!” he clapped Heimdall roughly on the back, making him stumble with a gasp. “ Just the place to impress a girl, hm Heimdall? Tell her all about your Asgardian duties. Make her feel safe?” Odin continued to chuckle, messing up his son’s braids with his hand as he hinted further and further at what he thought happened last night.
The two turned to each other. YN was the first to realize Odin’s insinuation, her cheeks turning to ripe tomatoes. Heimdall followed soon after, hearing her thoughts rush with embarrassing images of the young boy trying to make the girl swoon. His face went fully red down to his neck as he looked up at his father. The two shook their heads trying to stop Odin in his tracks, but to no avail.
“ N-no, All-Father really, I was just unable to sleep!” the girl protested, her vision going blurry with embarrassment as her face heated.
“ A-and I was just trying to get her to shut up-!!” Heimdall stumbled over his tongue, somehow feeling more mortified than if his father actually knew what had happened.
“ Now, now you two. No need to try and pull a fast one on me.” He wiped a humored tear from his eye, snorting slightly. “ My goodness.” He sighed, trying to go back to a more serious voice. “ However, pining aside,” he cleared his throat, “you are both far too young. And have your duties to focus on first. So ‘whatever happened last night’,” he nudged Heimdall with a snicker, who was too horrified to even move. “It stops now, alright?”
The two couldn’t so much as breathe, let alone muster a response. Odin looked down at their bright red faces, thinking he had fully figured the two out, and continued to chuckle to himself as he ushered the children out of the study.
“Now then,” he pushed them out the door. “I suppose that settles that. I’m glad you two are getting along better. Off to dinner now.” YN was quick to take the opportunity to escape, bowing deeply before running off down the hall, her face still hot and bright. Heimdall bowed at his father and tried to calm his flush as he started to walk away. “Oh, and Son?” Heimdall froze, turning slowly to meet his father’s gaze as he stood still at the entrance of his study. Odin smiled, grabbing the door handle. “Don’t get distracted. Or else.” and with that, he shut the door, leaving the boy in the hall to simmer.
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Heimdall walked slowly, his steps rigid as he made his way to his room. He had barely eaten at supper, and the more he thought about what Odin had said, the more stressed he became. Did he think Heimdall would get so easily swayed by some silly girl? Or that he would ever even for a moment have any feelings for her. She was annoying, she was loud, she was vile, she was-
“Heimdall?”
She was right behind him.
Heimdall cursed under his breath, his mind spinning as he turned to where the girl had called, peeking out her bedroom door. She ushered him closer.
“C-can we talk?”
Heimdall rolled his eyes, deciding he had dealt with her far more than enough already and needed to get some rest.
“Please?”
Damn her. He could hear her mind racing from across the hall. And he doubted it would get quieter any time soon. Heimdall growled as he turned on his heel. YN opened the door a bit wider for him to enter then shut it, turning to face him. Immediately, her face started to go rosy and before she could even voice her thoughts, Heimdall cut her off.
“Just,” He spoke sternly, his hands in front of him, “Don’t.” his face was stone, but the tips of his ears turned pink as he heard her thoughts. Her worry, her fear, her guilt, her embarrassment. It hit him in waves and made his stomach turn. The girl kicked the edge of the rug with her toes, shuffling awkwardly
“I”m sorry… I was just trying to help…” Heimdall scoffed, a sarcastic grin on his face.
“Yeah, great job with that. Now he thinks we” they took looked at each other, a shiver going down their spines as they grimaced at the thought. “The point being,” Heimdall huffed, hands on his cheeks to cool them, “ Now the All-Father will most likely keep an even closer eye on us. On me…” he frowned, glaring at the girl. “I had everything under control. You messed it all up.” YN froze at Heimdall’s cold words, her shoulders shrinking slightly. At no answer, Heimdall rolled his eyes, making his way to the door.
“He sounded pretty mad at you.” the girl spoke up, wringing the end of her shirt in her fists. Heimdall scoffed.
“He was concerned. That’s all.”
“No… he was angry…just like you knew he would be.” Heimdall’s hand rested on the door handle, frozen in place. “How long have you had these attacks?... how many times have you-”
“Shut up.” His voice rumbled in a low growl, YN stood ridged, their backs to each other. She swallowed thickly before turning to glare at Heimdall’s back.
“No. This is important.”
“You are putting your nose where it doesn’t belong.” He snapped back, turning to face her. “You have been nothing but a thorn under my nail since the moment you came to Asgard.” he took a step closer, then another, slowly backing her up as he spoke, eyes glowing. “Who do you think you are? Acting concerned, coddling me when you barely have any baring of your own senses.” He jabbed a finger into her shoulder, “ I was fine before you were here and I’m fine now. So do us both a favor,” he glared, his face looming over her own, “Stay away from me. Chittering bird.”
YN Swallowed, meeting the boy’s gaze. She didn’t tremble or break eye contact, and locked Heimdall in a stare, daring him to make good on any threat he held in his voice.
“I’m not scared of you, Heimdall,” she spoke finally. “And I don’t pity you, either.” She took a step closer and Heimdall frowned, edging backward. YN spoke as she thought, with no wavering in her voice or mind. It confused the boy. Frustrated him. Vexed him to no end. “ You talk all the time about how you are better than everyone because you can see the lies they tell to others and themselves. But you are no better.” she pushed him further away, a scowl growing larger as she shook her head at him. “You lie to yourself as much as anyone else. We are alike in that way. Lying to make living easier.”
“We are not the same!” he snapped, pacing around the room like a caged gradungr.
“Then why didn’t you tell me off, yesterday… why did you ask me to make everything quiet, only to say you never wanted me there to begin with.” Her voice was gentle, asking innocent questions that made the boy’s head spin.
She had made him careless. Made him rest too peacefully. Made him too calm. He had run to the wall before. Let it be the refuge for him to let out his frustrations and fears. But to be so careless and let someone else in was a mistake.
“What about you?” He switched the subject. He felt no desire to unpack anything tonight. He just wanted answers. “Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you bother to help at all? And why did you lie for me? What is your motive in all of this!”
He had panicked when YN got back, terrified she would tell the first person she saw about the pathetic display he put on last night. But when she ran into Mal and Mimir, she was more confused that they weren’t aware he had been gone as well.
He listened to the story she spun to Mimir, a deep frown on his face the entire time. Despite her insults, however, she protected his truth, and that confused him. Heimdall followed her, waiting to see her speak to anyone. Tyr, Thor, Baldur. But when asked where he was, she gave some little excuse about thinking he was mad at her for taking the last apple at breakfast, or that she was looking forward to sparing him but wasn’t sure where he had gone. She never once even tried to seek the All-Father. Never once tried to out him.
“Why were you looking for me, all day? You think you can dangle this over my head like blackmail?” His voice was low, and his gaze pierced through her. His shoulders shook, as the girl matched his stare and froze as he slowly started to hear what now felt like a haunting melody in the air. It forced his heart to slow to a steady beat, and cleared his mind despite his best efforts to stay riled up.
“I just wanted to make you feel better,” she spoke, shrugging slightly. The answer was lame, and she knew it. But it was also the only thing that came to mind. She sighed, pivoting on her heel to turn away from him. “I think… my powers give me a disposition… to want to help people. I just want to solve things. So when I heard you and saw you last night, I didn’t think to myself, “This is something for me to use later.” I just… wanted to stop your sadness. And give you peace.” Heimdall felt his heart steady and the music she hummed in her head calmed his senses. It was as though against his will, he felt at ease. And no matter how he tried to deny it, he was thankful for her actions. Heimdall frowned, not wanting to rely on the girl to feel at peace.
“I don’t need peace.”
“No. Of course not,” she smiled, “ and you don’t care if everyone knows that your powers haunt you at night.” she saw him stiffen from the corner of her eye, his feet shifting, “Because that would make you weak. Just like peace would.”
“You don’t know me.”
“No,” she agreed, turning to look at him as she sat on her bed, “but I doubt we’ll be seeing any less of each other. So we might as well get along.” Heimdall laughed, his voice cold and dry.
“Is that your logic, queen kindness?” he mocked.
“Maybe,” she shrugged. “What if I put it this way: we can use each other. You need to practice reading minds. Correct?”
“Your point” his brow raised.
“Well,” she started, “ you can practice with me. We will study in quiet places so you can concentrate, and then you can learn to do it from farther reaches. This way you’ll only have one voice you need to focus on at first, before branching off to other people.”
“And I would want to hear your little drabble daily because…?” he rolled his wrist, unconvinced. YN smiled sheepishly, her hands on her knees. “Well, I can practice my powers to calm you. It would let me learn to mediate without taking control. So really, there’s two things in it for you!”
“Hah!” Heimdall snorted, arms crossed. “You’re insane if you think I’m letting you into my head to twist my thoughts around. I don’t need you making me some silly little flower-picking fool.”
“I’ll only use it for your nightmares.” he paused for a moment and she grinned, “Doesn’t that sweeten the pot at least a little bit? You get to practice reading minds, you won’t suffer the nightmares anymore, and I get to practice my abilities.”
“And how am I supposed to trust you in any of this?’ he frowned tapping his foot. YN shrugged, standing to face Heimdall again. “Well, you will be reading my mind. Surely if you notice I have anything “nefarious” going on, you’ll catch it.” Heimdall pondered for a moment, scratching his head.
“I still don’t understand what you get from this. Why do you want to help me so much?”
“ you said so yourself. I've been a thorn under your nail? You’re not much of a peach to be around either. So,” she smirked, “If I do this for you, you need to stop giving me too hard a time. I just want peace, at the end of the day.” she stuck out her hand, hoping he would agree. He scoffed, his eyes shining with that twinkle that said ‘you’re nothing but a fool’
“How pathetic. Letting me take advantage of you so you can be left alone.” he grabbed her hand, shaking it stiffly. “ Fine. But,” he barked, pulling her closer, “ let me make one thing clear. I do not like you and I will throw you to the wolves if you prove to be useless. We are not friends.” YN rolled her eyes.
[While their wives are having a girl’s weekend with Elesa, Emmet and Ingo are looking after the kids, barely two hours in, Emmet suddenly rushes into his kid’s room where they’re playing video games with with their cousin.]
Emmet: Who wants to make five bucks?
Emmet’s twins & Ingo’s son: How?
Emmet: I need someone to take the fall.
[they hear Ingo walk into the living room Emmet winces hearing his brother gasp.]
Ingo: *shocked* Oh my god...
Emmet’s daughter: what did you do?
Emmet: I can’t tell you. Yes or no, No questions asked.
Ingo: *anger/disgust* Oh. My. God!
[The twins look at their cousin.]
Ingo’s son: Hey it’s your dad’s problem.
Emmet’s Son: *to Emmet* make it 10.
[Emmet winces peeks into to hall then looks back at the kids.]
Emmet: *deep breath* Done.
{They hear something falling over and the smoke alarm going off}
Ingo: *horrified* OH MA GAaAWD!!!
[Emmet trying not to cry hugs then grabs his son by the back of the shirt]
Emmet: you’re a good son, *drags him out the room* I got him Ingo! I got him, don’t worry!
