hhhhh i kinda wanna jump on the whole “telling you our natshig au ideas” thing so here i go (i’m gonna try and write a fic about this but i tend to get burnt out after the first chapter so here’s hoping i follow through because i really like this one)
ok so natsuo and tenko meet at a park when they’re around 2 after hana jumps at one of those poles on a climbing frame and hits her head and touya (who’d been playing with her and fuyumi) laughs so hard he falls off too. so obviously rei and nao rush over to see if they’re ok with natsuo and tenko following them like little ducks. once they get there rei and nao recognise eachother since they were friends in school but lost contact after rei married enji
so the mums stay in contact and have play dates for the kids and thus begins a natshig friendship (with touya and hana being very aggressive best friends as well)
so one day natsuo says to tenko that if endeavour ever hit him then he’d run away to tenkos house. tenko of course thinks this is a great idea and remembers that when he’s outside crying after his dad hits him
so little tenko picks himself up and toddles on over to the todoroki household with mon following him on his adventure
hana comes out, can’t find her brother, and promptly loses her shit and her mum soon follows and eventually kotaro comes down, sees the side gate open and (quite understandably) believes his son has been kidnapped when in reality he’s skipping away to his friends house
by the time tenko gets to the todorokis, rei knows that he’s missing and near has a heart attack when he shows up at her door
luckily the only casualties of tenkos quirk is a few toys, so significantly less trauma. nao is still pissed at tenko for scaring her so bad so he is grounded but at least he’s not an orphan! :D
fast forward a few years and natshig are minding their own business when they see some guys trying to grab a kid and natsuo decides to punch the shit out of them. they then decide to become vigilantes since tenko has a “villainous” quirk and natsuo has no quirk at all and they don’t think any hero course will take them
the end up bumping into dabi who cant very well just leave his brother with next to no street smarts so he teaches the boys hand to hand and how to not get arrested
of course these dumbasses end up arrested by eraserhead
in exchange for letting them go and not saying anything, aizawa makes them take the entrance exam with the promise that they’re basically guaranteed a place so he can nurture their heroic spirit or whatever
so tenkos family is mostly supportive since hana is going into her third year there and nao divorced kotaro after he refused to take responsibility for tenko running away, but obviously endeavour isn’t too happy about natsuo and says he won’t survive and will be dropping out in no time
dabi is annoyed they got caught, but willing to support them anyway
they both end up graduating, but not before natsuo snitches on endeavour to aizawa and he helps fuyumi get custody of her brothers and a steady income so she can provide for them
endeavour gets arrested and dabi goes home because endeavour may not be dead but he is in jail and all that time spent with natsuo and tenko unfroze his cold dead heart so he just wants his siblings back
cue emotional reunion cut short by hana drop kicking the poor man for not at least leaving ominous notes pretending to be a ghost
that’s basically it and actually writing that gave me a smidge of motivation to write it so maybe i’ll do it??? i’ll sign this in case i do and you or someone else wants to read it when i write it
This is just too good for words💖✨
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a hug with a forehead kiss // hyuk ty ty <3
@bethelbound ♚ from x.
It's late; the clock marks past 3AM. He receives a call he'd never ignore; her name appears on the screen and he picks it up in a matter of a heartbeat. He thinks the worst at first, considering how late it is. Did something happen? Is she in trouble? Panic reverberates in the depths of his mind, but he knows he should put this sentiment on a leash before quickly jumping into erratic conclusions.
He answers and an unconscious breath of relief leaves his lungs.
Darlene just wants him to pick her up. Somewhere between streets she doesn't remember much; describing neon signs that paint a vague picture in his head. Maybe she's tipsy, enough to cancel the planned walk --- or perhaps she just wishes for company amid concrete that no longer looks the same. Either way, he's already grabbing his keys and heading out.
His hair has become a mess these days; longer, practically untamed at the edges. Hyuk doesn't bother on rearranging it; takes the closest sweater and leaves with a pair of old jeans and scratched sneakers. He's never worried about fashion and, right on this moment, he cares not about how he looks but about the destination.
He just cannot leave Darlene another minute by herself. Not in the middle of the night.
So he goes, as fast as traffic lights and laws allow him to; parks nearby and jumps out of vehicle as soon as he sees a familiar silhouette. There she is, with her flowing hair and characteristic plaid flannel; with washed out denim as trousers and sparkling gold jewelry that becomes visible when getting closer to her.
He looks at her, calls her name whilst having hands deeply buried in his pockets. There's this whisper coming out of her, something akin to 'you came', such a thing making him frown at first, but then smile ever so slightly.
"Of course I did, you told me to come."
Hyuk speaks of this as if it's the most obvious thing, as if it's the clearest reaction. You tell me to come, so I do. It's what friends do, don't they?
"Besides, I couldn't leave you here alo---"
It's sudden, her movement. Walking forward; arms getting wrapped around his middle --- an unexpected embrace. She hugs and he freezes; she pulls in and he doesn't push away. His limbs remain on his sides, unsure as to what to do, before allowing one hand to awkwardly pat her back.
"What is this? Are you okay---yah!"
Next thing he knows, Darlene is pulling him by the collar; tugging enough so her lips can reach his forehead, pressing a mark that leaves him dumbfounded. Though her tug is harsh, her kiss is not. It's soft, like the current breeze around them. It's nice, making him feel a type of warmth that leads his heart to jump.
It's been a while since his heart has jumped out of genuine comfort.
"Is that how you say thank you? You'll have to do better than that."
Jest is his initial response, before gently wrapping her arm around his. This closeness, he doesn't give it to just anyone. This proximity and kind gestures, he'll welcome them all if they come from a dear friend --- her.
"Okay. Let's go, you probably need to sleep."
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lizzie asked about zayn and harry’s friendship in rcf and it was two in the morning when i’m usually most dramatic so i wrote this
Zayn is on the phone when Harry opens the door, and he gives him an apologetic wince, raising a finger to indicate that he’ll only be a minute. Harry shakes his head, ushering him in and holding the door so it wouldn’t slam when it closes before retreating to the kitchen to check on the cookies.
He pulls them out of the oven when he decides they’ve baked enough, leaving them out on the tray to cool. Zayn accepts the cup of tea Harry offers happily, taking a sip only after he blows on it. Harry wonders if he picked that up from Louis, or if Louis picked the habit up from him.
The hem of his floral dress bunches up by his knees when he spills himself quietly into the loveseat, his own cup of milk-free tea cradled carefully in his hands. From the coffee table, Harry retrieves the novel he was reading before Zayn called to tell him he was coming over and flips to the page where his sunflower bookmark sits, settling in. He takes a small sip of his tea as he begins to read.
If Louis’ stories about Zayn and Liam are anything to go by, Zayn’ll be on the phone for a little longer than a minute. Warmth soaks through Harry’s chest like honey, and Zayn’s voice is hushed and gentle and coated with so many layers of love, just plain, obvious love, that it’s almost soothing.
He perks up when he hears a mention of his name, turning around and blinking twice when his vision gets fuzzy around the edges. Zayn is smiling at him fondly, and Harry feels his cheeks heating up, strawberry red blooming from the apples of his cheekbones and to the tips of his ears. He hums at something Liam says into the phone before the gentleness in his eyes turns to something like mirth, Harry gulping, his body pushing itself instinctively further into the loveseat.
“Wait,” Zayn says, not to Harry if the distracted glint in his eyes is anything to go by, “I’ll put you on the phone with him, gimme a sec.”
The green of Harry’s eyes widens, black of his pupil shrinking with the anxiousness now building up steadily in his chest, and he shakes his head frantically. He has the nonsensical urge to call Louis.
“Hey,” Zayn says, to him this time, and his voice and eyes have lost their exhilarated edge, now gentle again. “Hey,” he says again, whispering like he’s apologising for spooking Harry, and he puts the phone on the cushion beside himself, leaning forward in what Harry thinks is meant to make him look more inviting. It must work, because his omega relaxes a fraction in his chest, and he nods faintly, blinking.
“You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to,” he promises, and Harry should’ve maybe expected that, but he would be lying if he says he did.
“Oh,” he breathes, “um.”
Zayn continues, voice softening the tiniest bit more, “Liam is my soulmate. I’ve known him since – well, forever, really.” He smiles, and something in Harry settles at its tenderness. “We’ve been bonded for a couple of years, now. He’s like a teddy bear, I promise.”
Harry’s own parents never bonded, because bonding only works if the people loved each other an amount Harry can’t even begin to imagine – only he does think of Louis, but that makes the blush on his face darken unevenly and Zayn’s eyebrows rise, lips tugging up like he knows, so he shakes his head quickly to clear it. A bite mark would heal and fade away without love, and if a bonding was forced again and again it would hurt more than Harry likes to think about, has sat beside his mum time and time again as she lay in bed unable to move for days at a time since before he even understood why it happened.
Harry takes the phone with a trembling hand when Zayn offers it to him, shakily breathing in. He tells himself someone with so much love in their heart could never hurt him, and then he repeats it in his head once, twice more, before pushing the phone clumsily against his ear.
Harry doesn’t die. He actually talks to Liam, and he doesn’t die. He thinks he wants to tell Louis, if only to see his eyes crinkling around the edges with the soft smile that always sits on his face when he looks at Harry.
Liam leads most of the conversation, but he pauses between his sentences to ask Harry’s opinions on things he didn’t realise he even had opinions on, and it’s sort of thrilling in a way Harry doesn’t think he knows how to explain. When Liam hangs up some time later, telling Harry he’s got to run to class, Zayn’s been in the kitchen for too long and Harry puts the phone down to notice he’s stopped fisting the hem of his dress at some point during the call.
When he comes back to the lounge, Zayn is balancing one too many cookies on a plate, and there’s one shoved in his mouth too but Harry can make out the soft smile on his lips still. His eyebrows crease into a soft frown when he sees the phone on the coffee table.
He sets the plate down, swallowing the mouthful of raisin cookie before pocketing his phone with a pout. “He’ll call again when his class is over,” he reassures before Harry can begin to apologise, and Harry nods dumbly. “We couldn’t call last night, so he wanted to sneak in a little call before his classes today.”
A blanket of silence settles over them while Harry gathers his thoughts, munching on a cookie slowly. He dusts his hands on his dress before stuttering out, “Um, tell me if I’m, like, overstepping, but – how’d you and Liam meet?”
Zayn rolls his eyes but it’s fond; when he speaks, Harry relaxes in his seat at the gentleness of his tone.
“We met first day of kindergarten, actually.” Harry’s mouth drops open a little, his body leaning forward unconsciously. “Honestly, I think things would’ve been so much easier for everyone back then if we weren’t soulmates,” he says with a laugh, and Harry’s nose twitches in silent confusion.
“We wouldn’t let go of each other,” Zayn explains, shaking his head. “The teachers tried to separate us because we were distracting the other kids, but we kept finding our way to one another.” His voice is so soft Harry’s tummy flutters, his eyes stinging at the edges with the ghost of tears and a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Harry sniffles just as Zayn says, “It got easier as we grew up. We were always around each other, so the urgent need to be close all the time puttered down slowly, I think. I think it would’ve been a lot smoother if we’d met when our hormones were all sorted out and shit, but when we were kids we didn’t really care about anything but being with each other.
“Niall moved into the village first year of high school, when everyone was just presented or starting to.” He pauses to roll his eyes again, and the action makes Harry smile. It drops into a concerned pout when Zayn says, “We fought a lot that year. I think at some point Liam was just ready to kill Niall, consequences be damned.”
Fingers tangle with Harry’s trembling ones, and he looks down to see Zayn’s hand squeezing his. Harry forces himself to inhale deeply, and Zayn doesn’t comment on how shaky his exhale is when he lets it out.
“He thought he’d present as an omega, and when we both presented as alphas he was worried I’d leave him for someone else – an omega or a beta, you know – which is ridiculous, obviously, I’m so in love with him it drives me crazy sometimes, but we were kids and, at the time, we didn’t know better. That’s when Niall came in. It took absolute ages for me to convince Li I wasn’t going to leave him, not for Niall or anyone else,” he finishes with a sigh that’s more a soft laugh, like he’s remembering it all all over again.
His golden eyes set on Harry’s bright green ones, and Harry is slightly taken aback by the emotion in them. He can’t quite place it, but it makes his heart stumble against his chest anyway. “Don’t let go of Louis,” is what Zayn finally says.
“I know he’s a bit of an idiot most of the time–” Harry manages to not comment on that, but only barely “–but he cares for you more than he cares for anyone.”
It sounds a lot like he’s saying I’m trusting you with my best friend. Harry doesn’t know what he did to deserve that kind of trust, doesn’t think he even trusts himself that much, but the fluttering of his heart is real enough to make him dizzy, and he has to rub a fist over his tummy to try and calm its twists and turns.
He really wants to be wrapped up in Louis’ arms right now, enveloped in the mellow vanilla of his scent.
Harry nods, his voice a shy whisper when he promises Zayn not to let go, and when he turns to shoot Louis a text saying he misses him he misses the knowing smile tugging the corners of Zayn’s mouth upwards.
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