Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 37
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“Ow, ow, ow!” Marvin said as Henrik slapped his arm over and over again.
“Why in the world would you do that!?” Henrik scolded. “After all you have gone through to break it, you keep it!?”
“It was to buy time!” Marvin protested.
“He’s going to make you-” Henrik stopped himself and shook his head. “Damn it, Marvin.”
“So, I’m forced to live here for a while because Dark got pissed at you?” Jackie asked, tone showing that he wasn’t angry, just trying to figure out what was going on.
“Basically. I didn’t tell him my brother was working for Actor and threatened to break my neck if I ever withheld information from him again.” Phantom explained. “He thinks if I’m here, I’ll report anything ‘suspicious’ back to him. He thinks I’m loyal to a fault, and this lapse of judgment came from a personal matter being in the way. Now that I’m with the personal matter. There’s no need for me to lie anymore.” He sat himself down on the couch with Marvin, looking just as tired.
“So you’re Mare?” Jackie turned to Mare and offered a hand. “I’m Jackie Boimen.”
“Not shocking that you’re the boyfriend I’ve heard only a little about.” Mare chuckled, giving the hand a quick shake.
“What does that mean?” Jackie asked.
“He likes them big.” Mare clicked his tongue.
“And you like them small and nerdy.” Phantom teased back, quickly moving his leg since he knew Mare was going to kick him.
“Well, I’m glad to hear none of you got physically hurt during all of that.” Edward finally spoke from his spot on one of the living room chairs.
“They are lucky they didn’t.” Henrik huffed.
Chase was going to say something, but he noticed how Mad slipped out of the room. He waited until Henrik started his lecture again before stepping out of the room as well. Chase followed Mad as he left the house from the back door and sat on the porch. After giving him a second of peace, Chase sat down with him, not saying anything yet and waiting for Mad to go first. He sent a quick text to Marvin telling him where he and Mad were, not needing them to panic at their sudden disappearance.
“It’s all my fault,” Mad spoke after almost a minute of silence.
“Nah, dude. This is all a big mess that’s beyond one person.” Chase said with a shrug.
“But this would have never happened if I wasn’t so out of control.”
"I know the feeling."
"You do?"
"Yeah. Stuff happens that we have no control over, and then you spend so long blaming yourself, thinking if you had more control, then the world would be the same but…but that's not how it works. The world is shitty and shitty things happen, and we can't just mope around thinking if we hide, it'll stop." Chase glanced over his shoulder toward the house. "We have people who care and love us and want us to be with them."
"You're talking about Marvin." Mad guessed.
"Yeah." Chase chuckled. "Henrik a bit too. You saw the way he was smacking Marvin. He cares about us.”
“I don’t really have that.” Mad tucked his legs up and hugged his knees.
“That's not true. You have Mare. He cares"
"His job is to babysit me."
"He literally put himself in danger for you. Twice. Let you leave with us and got himself involved with Dark." Chase shook his head with a laugh. "No job would have him doing that, and, you know, he technically quit when he went with us. He'd still be here even if Dark didn't tell him to." He leaned over to look at Mad's face. "You know that, don't you?"
"Yeah," Mad said in a whisper. "Consciously, I am aware of our friendship, but my brain still-it-it tells me that… never mind."
"Tells you that you don't deserve it?" Chase gave a smile when Mad looked at him in shock. "My brain can be a dick too."
"Why are you and Marvin doing this for me? You don't know me."
"We're on a lifelong quest to better the world."
"No, you're not." Mad couldn't help his little giggle.
"You got me there. But, honestly, I have no idea. Or at least I don't know right now. Maybe we're trying to better ourselves, or maybe after meeting you, we couldn't go through with it. Maybe if you were a shitty person, we could justify just letting you go and never think of you again." Chase held up a hand and arched it in the air, his tone showing he was joking about the last part. "I don't know."
"That's fair." Mad sniffed and let his legs go. "We should probably head back in."
"True. We can get a drink in the kitchen on the way back. There’s water, and Marvin's got a whole tea system he can do. He also has those like Starbucks canned coffee drink things." Chase tried to make the shape of the can with his hands and paused at seeing Mad perk up.
“Does he have the mocha ones?” Mad looked like he’d be wagging a tail if he had one.
“Yeah, those are his favorite, so there’s a shit ton.” Chase pointed with his thumb and blinked when Mad was instantly up on his feet and heading back into the house. “Found a sweet spot.” He laughed to himself and got up into the house as well. He saw Mad in the fridge, looking to have gone in there with no hesitation.
“Would you like one?” Mad popped his head over the fridge door.
“I’m good.”
“Okay.” Mad was gone again, and after a moment, the door closed, and Mad was sipping one of the coffee drinks, a second one in hand. Chase just chuckled to himself and walked to the living room with Mad.
“I have spare rooms, but we’re going to have to bunk up,” Marvin said. “I got my room and two more. You four can figure out how you want to split up.”
“How many beds are in the spare rooms?” Mare asked.
“One, but I can try to-”
“And there was only one bed.” Phantom broke into a laugh that turned into a curse when Mare managed to kick him this time.
“You need to cut it out.” Mare hissed and then noticed Mad had returned. “Are you really drinking coffee right now?”
“Chase offered.” Mad had the biggest grin as he took another drink from the can, holding up his other hand to show the second one off.
“You’re not drinking two of those damned things.” Mare started walking over to Mad.
“Not our place. You can’t do anything about it.” Mad’s grin somehow got bigger as he took a step back.
“Give me the can.”
“No.” Mad popped his lips before turning and taking off.
“You just said this isn’t our place, and you run in it?” Mare called after him and took off as well. “Get back here!”
“No!”
“And they are not dating?” Edward asked, pointing in the direction Mare and Mad had gone.
“Apparently not,” Phantom said with a roll of his eyes.
“I mean, they could have a very close friendship,” Henrik suggested.
“Not sure how that fits when one definitely wants to fuck the brat out of the other,” Marvin said very casually, a smirk forming on his lips when he noticed the pink on Chase and Jackie’s face.
“If it was anyone else but my brother, I’d be a lot more interested in that conversation.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh! You have to confirm a rumor Anti was passing around.”
“If it’s about me, then I’m slapping him.” Marvin clicked his tongue.
“It’s about that man of yours. Anti’s saying that he has more than enough to play with.” Phantom nearly purred, and Marvin chuckled, catching on to what he meant right away.
“Of course, Anti would go around talking about that, and yes, it is very true,” Marvin added a wink at the end of his sentence.
“So you’re saying.” Phantom held up a finger with each hand, holding them apart.
“Here.” Marvin took hold of Phantom’s hands, adjusting the distance. “This is soft.” He then held the fingers further apart. “This is hard.”
“No fucking way. You have to let me see. You’re lying.” Phantom giggled his words, getting Marvin to do the same.
“No way. I know what you’re riding. You’ve got plenty to work with yourself. Chase is all mine to enjoy on my own.”
“At least they’re getting along?” Jackie said to Chase, looking very confused.
“I think? I mean, I have no idea what they’re talking about.” Chase admitted.
“Me neither.”
“They’re talking about your dicks.” Edward bluntly stated.
“Our…oh!” Chase’s eyes widened while Jackie choked on his own breath and started coughing.
“And I thought one horny person in the house was messy enough,” Henrik said with a roll of his eyes, taking his phone out when it started to buzz. “One moment, Robbie is calling.” He excused himself from the room, picking up the call as he stepped out and nearly got run over by Mad and Mare.
Mad bounced around the room, seeming to float in the air as he got up on the couch and flew over to one of the shelves, sitting on top with the most prideful grin, finishing off one of his canned coffee before opening up the other one.
“Seems like he has control over his magic when he’s being a shit.” Phantom chuckled.
“Maybe because he’s not stressed out about it?” Marvin suggested.
“Really? On the shelf? Are you a cat?” Mare huffed, standing at the bottom of the shelf and looking up at Mad with his hands on his hips.
“Meow,” Mad said with a giggle before stiffening. He made a face and then sneezed. After waving a hand to get some of the dust to settle, Mad suddenly appeared on the couch between Marvin and Phantom. “Ugh, you need to clean up there.” He groaned and scratched his nose with the back of his hand.
“I don’t really make a habit of going up there.” Marvin chuckled. “Also, you got dust on my couch.”
“Oh, sorry.” Mad stood up, and in a blink, the dust on his body and the couch were gone.
“He didn’t move his hands,” Phantom said.
“He didn’t.” Marvin echoed, having seen Mad’s hands stay on the cans, no movement at all for him to cast that spell.
“Why does that matter?” Chase asked.
“Holy shit…” Marvin didn’t hear Chase’s question. “That’s…holy shit, that’s why Actor wants to keep him.”
“He can do magic without a trigger,” Mare confirmed Marvin’s thoughts. “Once he has full control…he can’t be stopped.”
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Been spending my time lately thinking of a House MD au where, through a series of accidents and lies and a bet he didn't rly intend to win, House ends up as a registered foster parent (he's still addicted to Vicodin and his normal dickish workaholic self but for some reason he cleared the requirements and trust me he's as stunned and mildly concerned as everyone else is).
Through further Shenanigans™, he ends up accidentally getting handed fostership of not one, not two, but three hellish but brilliant kids:
1. This total smartass 16 year old named Robert Chase who yeah he's a bitchy teenaged boy and a former rich kid and Australian with enough mommy and daddy issues to reawaken Freud after his dad dipped and absconded all parental rights and his mom drank herself to death, but he's also got a nice car left over from his rich kid days and an eye for detail and weirdly enough his best friend/mortal enemy (some other teen named Eric Foreman) and his on again off again girlfriend (Allison Cameron, totally won't last if u ask House) both work at the hospital as a candy striper and after school in the cafeteria respectively so House can get all the inside gossip from Chase. Plus Chase has no problems breaking and entering into patient's homes which helps bc since he's not employed by the hospital Cuddy can't complain as far as House is concerned.
2. A 14 year old girl who only answers to Thirteen (House knows he could look her name up in her file but honestly it drives Chase nuts that she won't tell him her real name and that's good enough for him) and who's dad was declared unfit after the death of his wife to Huntington's devastated him. She's a total nightmare, snarky and quick witted and freakishly smart even tho she puts most of those smarts towards things like shaving Chase's entire head (eyebrows included) bc he's trying to grow a sucky teenage mustache, and trying to take House's wallet bc she keeps calling him Old Man and he informed her he's actually only 25 but the stress of fostering has aged him prematurely and she's like 95% sure that's a lie but she wants to check his license and make sure bc everyone lies. She loves tormenting Chase by telling him his best friend and/or his girlfriend is hot and asking if they're single.
And 3. This 6 year old boy named Lawrence Kutner who's weirdly cheerful considering his parents got killed in front of him. He's way too chatty and excellent at puzzles and the only morning person in the entire house and therefore frequently tries to make breakfast (he likes to be helpful and he hasn't burned the place down yet so House doesn't feel the need to stop him). Once he told House he was gonna build a Death Star in the living room and House said lol sure go ahead whatever, only to return home from work to discover Kutner called himself out from school and has a huge wooden frame made of broken furniture in the living room. House rly can't argue since he did say go ahead. Benefits of fostering a 6 year old are 1. The babes love it, 2. Free excuse to leave work early/come in late/not show up at all, and 3. Justification for buying juice boxes and Ritz crackers. The neighbor kid Taub is his go to babysitter bc his mom volunteered him forcibly and Taub is lowkey praying that babysitting Kutner could lead to an in at Princeton Plainsboro once he graduates high-school and finishes medical school (it won't, House doesn't believe in nepotism unless it benefits him).
The adventures of House and his Foster Ducklings mostly revolve around being a Found Family, but do involve frequent plots such as:
House fired his brand new fellows again (he tosses em every three or so months, he hasn't found The Right Team yet) and will sometimes bring his foster kids in, hand em doctors coats, and tell patients that they're just a bunch of medical savants here to consult yes even the 6 year old he's actually Harvard's youngest graduate ever.
House sends the kids to break into a patient's home. They refuse. House tells them the first one to find black mold or lead paint or a dead animal or whatever gets $20. They agree. Chase drops Thirteen and Kutner off at a bus stop across town and drives over himself so he can get an hour and a half head start (ultimate fuck them kids moment, however Thirteen did steal his wallet so guess who's paying for lunch and their taxi ride to the patient's house? Net loss.)
Cuddy demands House does his clinic hours. House sends his foster kids to do his clinic hours for him. Tfw you go to the free walk in clinic for a sore throat and a cough and your doctor is a 6 year old boy who keeps asking for help with spelling whilst filling out your chart.
Wilson babysits them one (1) time since House doesn't trust Chase not to throw a party or sell his foster siblings on eBay if left as the one in charge. He wakes up with a big strip of hair poorly bleached right down the middle. Chase crushed up stolen sleeping pills and mixed them into a juice box, which Kutner 'innocently' offered to Wilson. Thirteen was going to bleach and dye his whole head blue (for practice, she wants to dye her hair but she's certainly not gonna fuck up her own hair until she has the method down) but Wilson woke up pretty quickly due to years of House drugging him. Wilson has not offered to babysit again.
Anyways this is my House Foster Ducklings au which I'm thinking about actually writing. Thank u 🫡
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