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When Aether and Lumine arrived at Teyvat, it was during a time of turmoil after the Archon War. The twins tried to escape, but there was something about the land that interfered with their full powers. Caught in the middle of a battlefield and heavily injured, a god known as the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles protected them and took them in.
The Sustainer healed them and provided a safe place for them, a place called Celestia. Not knowing what to do with their powers weakened, the twins agreed to stay. They lived like royalties on Celestia, where they were treated like they were the Sustainerâs own children. They grew fond of her and she grew fiercely protective of them. When Aether presented as omega, the Sustainer was worried about his fate.
She, then, arranged Aether to mate with one of her Archons, the Lord of Geo named Morax.
Elnor being smothered by kittens, a la the "where's the babies" video on YouTube
Elnor didnât quite know how he got into his current⊠predicament.
He had beamed down to the planetside, ignoring Picardâs plea not to come with him. The planet was dangerous, Picard had said. However, the La Sirena needed some refined dilithium crystals, which was the sole reason why they made this stop. If the planet was truly dangerous, Elnor had argued, that was more the reason he had to go with the old man.
They were sitting cross-legged on the floor, while Picard talked to the locals, when Elnor noticed half a dozen little four-legged furred creatures shakily making their way toward him. They were small, really small â so small that one could fit in Elnorâs palm â with little triangle ears on the top of their head.Â
âAdmiral, look!â Elnor called the old man, just as the little creatures began to climb him as if he was a tree.
Picard looked confused, before he turned to face the purple-skinned locals.Â
âYou have cats?â he asked, perplexed.
âThese are cats?â Elnor asked, delighted.
âWe made contact with Humans two hundred years ago and one of the crew had these ferocious little creaturesâ, one of the locals answered. âWe took a couple in, and trained them.â
âTrained them for what?â Picard asked. Elnor would have noticed the wariness in his voice had the cats not begun gnawing at him, their little teeth sinking into his skin.
âThey are gnawing at me!â he told Picard excitedly. The locals were right â the cats were ferocious, it was adorable.
âWhy, we trained them to attack and eat flesh, of courseâ, the local answered. âNow, hand over the latinums before the boy gets eaten alive.â
Picard cussed uncharacteristically.
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âIâm just saying, that fight could have ended much quicker if Elnor did not get distracted the whole timeâ, Rios ranted once Picard and Elnor were back on La Sirena. The EMH was applying dermal regenerator to the wounds all over Elnorâs arms and hands. At least they had stopped bleeding.
âI could not attack the catsâ, Elnor admitted, wincing when a particularly nasty wound knitted itself back. âThey are too adorable to kill.â
âOh forââ Rios sighed and rubbed his face. âThey are no longer cats â theyâre abomination, is what they are.â
Then, as if on cue, a squeaky mew could be heard. The bridge fell into silence.
âElnor?â Picard broke the silence and glared at him.
âYou didnâtâ, Dr. Jurati said.
Elnor guiltily took out a cat from the folds of his robe. It still tried to gnaw at his finger, but Elnor had learned that it would stop from doing so when he rubbed the creatureâs flank. The whole crew groaned, even Picard.
âOh hell noâ, Rios said. âHell no! I donât want any flesh-eating mutated kitten aboard my ship. You throw that thing out of the airlock or Iâm doing it myself.â
âNo! Sheâs mine!â Elnor cried out defensively and held the cat close to his chest. âIâm naming her Uan.â He rubbed his finger on the catâs cheek and she closed her eyes as if she was enjoying the attention he gave her. âIsnât she adorable?â
âIn his defense, the Romulans have domesticated scarier creaturesâ, Soji said. âLike warrigul.â
âDonât give the kid ideasâ, Raffi warned her.
Betaâd by @revasnaslan | Art by @crowleyisms (link to art to come)
Written for @goodomensbigbang
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Summary
When Raphael came into existence, when the Universe was still young, he knew nothing about anything. He knew nothing about the workings of the Universe, about his very existence. He did not have his life laid out before him, nor did he know about the Great Plan. Not yet , at least. That would come up later.
But he knew one thing for certain: he had a Soulmate.
title: Like A Beacon Light
pairing: side pair Yagi Toshinori/Tsukauchi Naomasa
rating: T
warning: canon-related violence, past child neglect
[on AO3] |Â [read from the start]
--
Coffee wasnât a good replacement for a warm, home cooked Japanese-style breakfast. That was what Toshinori thought when he downed a whole steaming cup of thick black coffee. It went down with slight burn in his mouth, but at least it made him more alert.
If anyone could see All Might, the rising star of the heroic industry, at the state he was in right now, they wouldnât believe their eyes. Rumpled shirt and stained jeans in lieu to his dazzling hero suit, a bird nest of a hair that no comb ever touched in the past week. He had a crick that permanently lodged to his back, a result from thirteen hours plane ride from Toronto to Tokyo. He was pretty sure he still smelled like crude oil too.
He literally just got back from an international mission, helping with a massive oil spill near the arctic waters, when Gran Torino called him.
âThey found Nanaâs grandsonâ, was all that Torino said, tiredly as if Toshiâs mentor just aged two decades since he last met him. Toshi had to hold back urges to jump straight to where Torino told him he would be waiting, and instead suffered through a taxi ride that seemed to take forever.
So here they were, sitting on some police precinct chair that could barely hold Toshiâs bulk. What they were waiting for, he didnât know. As his anxieties peaked up no thanks to the coffee, he decided for a more interesting thing to do--picking black crusts off from under his nails.
He swore he already cleaned them off when he hit the shower back at the hotel. That seriously was fourteen--fifteen?--hours ago.
He was too jetlagged for this.
âCut that offâ, Torino scolded and Toshi felt like he was back in high school, with his lanky limbs that seemed too tall and too awkward. Toshi scrunched his nose, but obeyed.
He wished he was All Might at the moment. All Might was handsome, charming, and confident. Toshinori was simply an anxious mess with too dark bags under his eyes and unkempt appearance. But All Might had no connection whatsoever to Shimura Nana as far as the public knew, so that was that.
A detective walked into the room. He was older than Naomasa, with his greying hair and crowâs feet at the corner of his eyes. After a brief introduction, Detective Shiba dropped a stack of files on the table, pulling a picture of what appeared to be a bloody crime scene and a photo of a scraggly looking man.
âLast month, a child welfare worker found a male baby covered in blood at her doorstepâ, the detective began. âThe blood belonged to someone related to the baby. We ran it through our database and found a match.â
âThe late Shimura NanaâŠâ, Torino whispered, eyes glued to the photos on the table. Toshi swore Torinoâs eyes were watery behind his mask.
âYou told us Ms. Shimura had a son she gave up to the institution, right?â Detective Shiba asked.
âYes. His name was⊠Hisui, I think?â Torinoâs eyes turned wary. âWhat happened to him?â
âAssumed dead. We found his blood in his apartment and--â
âAnd what?â Torino pursued.
âAnd a hand that belonged to him. A disembodied hand. We couldnât find a bodyâ, Detective Shiba said, pulling another picture of said hand. Toshi found himself unable to look away, mind blank.
âHis neighbors said his wife disappeared the day before the child worker found the baby, so we suspected sheâs involvedâ, the detective continued.
âShe killed him?â Toshi blurted out before he could stop himself.
âNoâ, Detective Shiba answered. âHer body was found two days later in the river, along with a suicide note that explained everything. She said, it was the babyâs Quirk that did it.â
More pictures. A dead body of a woman. The photo from civil registry, of a small white-haired woman with downcast eyes. Then, another picture of the suicide note, written in scribbly handwriting.
âThe child worker noticed that the kidâs Quirk is already manifested, so she took him to a Quirk specialist. Itâs some kind of Quirk that disintegrates things he touches with his handâ, the detective explained. âFrom Mrs. Shimuraâs note, we know that it was the Quirk manifestation that killed her husband. It scared her, so she decided to get rid of her son--although she did write that she couldnât kill him. In the end, losing her husband was too much for her, that she ended her life.â
âT-then the baby? Hisuiâs son? How is he--â Gran Torino choked. If Toshi didnât know any better, he expected his old teacher would begin to cry any moment now.
âAh, well⊠Thatâs one reason why I called you. Both of you, I guessâ, Detective Shiba clasped his hands. âGran Torino, I remember you as Shimura Nanaâs sidekick and friend. And Mr. Yagi, youâre Ms. Shimuraâs protege, you said? You see, Mr. and Mrs. Shimura both grew up in the same orphanage, so they donât have any relative. Youâre the closest thing to a relative to this small family.â
âYou want to ask us if we want to adopt him or give him up to the institutionâ, Toshinori furrowed his brows. He would do it--he would adopt and take care of this child, his teacherâs grandson, no matter what. He would protect his teacherâs legacy.
âThatâs not⊠really what Iâm gonna sayâ, the detective rubbed the back of his neck. âThe child welfare worker who found the kid. She, well⊠She said she wants to adopt him.â
Toshi exchanged look with Torino, their eyebrows raised.
--
On the way to the orphanage, at the backseat of a taxi, Toshi went through the seven stages of grief all at once. Okay, maybe the acceptance part was more like grudging defeat. He knew that as a hero, he couldnât always save everyone. Theoretically, he knew this. He couldnât always be there for everyone.
But the news about the death of his mentorâs son and the ruins of his family hurt Toshi more than he expected. After all, the whole reason she gave up her son up to the institutions was that so he could live long and happy. And yet, he died all because of his own sonâs Quirk manifested. It seemed too⊠unfair? Tragic?
Something hit the back of Toshiâs head, hard , and it took him a moment to pull himself off the internal freakout heâd been doing and realize that Torino had smacked him. He mustered enough energy to glare at his old mentor.
âStop hitting me!â
âIâll stop hitting you when I damn please, you stupid meatheadâ, Torino sighed, sounded more tired than ever. It was only then Toshi realized how old his old mentor had become. Sure, Gran Torino still could pack a mean punch, but his figure had withered from age; his hair turned completely white and his movements stiff.
How old was Torino again? Fifties? Sixties?
âIf itâs anyoneâs fault, itâs mine. I shoulda keep an eye on that boy when she--â Torino paused and looked away, shoulders hunched as if the weight on his shoulders were too much to bear.
A decade passed and Nanaâs death still hurt both of them, this was a fact. Toshi mourned for the loss of the closest thing he could get as a mother figure, while Torino mourned for his dear friend and lifelong partner. Toshi knew they had a thing, romantically speaking, that went way before Nana married some nameless, faceless guy who ultimately died at the hands of her nemesis, but their partnership was way more than that.
It was complicated. Toshi knew best not to prod.
--
They finally arrived at an orphanage.
It was one of those Christian orphanages, with its own school and church. The place was surprisingly nice, with green field surrounding the building. The brick walls were covered with vines. It kinda gave off a homey feeling that made Toshi feel at ease.
A handful of younger children were playing in groups, under the watchful eyes of the nuns. They turned their heads curiously as Toshi and Torino crossed the yard. They waved cheerfully at Gran Torino, who was wearing his hero suit. Toshi chuckled as his old teacher gave them a thumbs-up.
If only he was wearing his hero suit now.
The headmaster, Father Ishi, was already waiting for them at the entrance to the building. He was a large man with big jaws and gem-like growths peppering his face and skin. Despite his scary appearance, he smiled and laughed jovially when he shook Toshiâs hand. Toshinori was by no means small, what with his gigantism and muscled build, but he swore he still could feel the handshake rattling his bones.
Father Ishi took Toshi and Torino to a baby room, green hills painted on the walls and the windows tall to let sunlight bathing the whole room in warm, golden radiance. Ms. Midoriya already waited for them inside, sitting cross legged on the carpeted floor with a baby bouncing happily on her lap.
Toshi took a double take when he got in. Ms. Midoriya looked an awful lot like his mentor. No, not physically; Shimura Nana was built like a brick house, tall and muscular, and could bring down an entire building with a single punch. Ms. Midoriya was smaller, looked more frail, but there was that aura emanating from her, that made people around her feel more at ease. Her dark hair and ever-present smile only made her look more like Nana.
Next to him, Gran Torino let out a pained whine, almost inaudible to everyone in the room except Toshi. It seemed that his old teacher got the same impression too.
When Toshi finally tore his eyes away from Ms. Midoriya, it was only then he realized fully who the baby on her lap was.
Nanaâs grandson.
The boy had pale hair that looked light-golden under the sunlight and his smile was just as bright. He held Ms. Midoriyaâs bangs in a death grip, making Toshinori wince in sympathy.
âGood afternoonâ, Ms. Midoriya greeted the three of them, looking as if there wasnât a baby in her lap trying to rip the hair off her scalp. Right. Child Welfare Worker; this was probably normal for her.
Torino and Toshi echoed her greetings, and joined her and Father Ishi on the floor.
She was younger than Toshinori expected she would be. And unmarried, if the lack of ring on her finger was any indication. Sure, at this day and age, it wasnât uncommon for women to marry older. But adopting a child before marrying? That was pretty unheard of, not in Japan at least.
Oh well, that was none of his business.
Toshi let Gran Torino take control of the conversation, seeing that, well⊠his mentor was the closest to a relative to Shimura Nana. Meanwhile, he used his time to observe the baby, Shimura Tenko. It was hard to see Nana in the boy. He just⊠looked so different to her, with light hair and red eyes. Toshi thought if he squinted hard enough, he could see that famous smile of hers, but he just couldnât see it.
âHe has her noseâ, Torino commented all of a sudden, his voice solemn. Toshi stared, tried to make sense of his old teacherâs words.
Nope. Still couldnât see it.
âIâm glad that the police can find his relative, even if itâs not by bloodâ, Ms. Midoriya said with a smile, even though her eyes looked sad. Her hands were gentle, holding to the little boyâs body; but Toshi sensed that she would fight tooth and nail to keep Tenko with her, if necessary.
Toshinori knew, in that moment, that he couldnât keep the baby.
He was a Pro-Hero. That alone warranted that he couldnât always be there to take care of a baby. He spent most of his time on the street; fighting villains, doing community works to keep the society safe and functioning, helping solve crimes, or just simply patrolling.
And then there was that constant danger that came with his job. A few weeks ago, he accidentally found out that one of his old teammates at International Heroics was a parent, simply because a villain unknowingly took over their daughterâs school as hostage. Toshi didnât think he was ready for that nightmare-turned-reality.
So he kept quiet and watched as Torino interacted with Tenko, who abandoned Ms. Midoriyaâs hair for Torinoâs cape. Without preamble, the baby stuffed the fabric into his mouth before any of the adults could stop him, and refused to spit it out no matter what.
Tenko was very quiet. Ms. Midoriya said, it was due to various reasons; the trauma of losing his parents, possible child neglect. She said, Tenko was a little bit underweight when she found him and he missed some of his developmental milestones, like walking or saying his first word.
As she talked, she made it even clearer that there was no way Toshinori would be able to give the time, care, and attention that Tenko severely needed. Thereâd be times when he would be away for days, even weeks at a time, mostly to solve difficult case overseas. Eventually, heâd have to choose between his duty as a Pro-Hero and as a parent, and he didnât think he was ready for that yet .
Tenko deserved a loving home and a loving parent, someone who understood what he needed to grow to his full potential. Someone like Ms. Midoriya, who was already professionally trained for this and was willing to adopt. And she clearly adored Tenko, if judging by the way she was holding him like he was the most precious thing sheâd ever seen in her life.
Who was he to come between them?
--
The next morning, Toshinori woke up to Naomasa already making breakfast. It smelled like miso soup. Nothing really beat Japanese-style breakfast, he mused.
Despite having slept for ten hours straight, Toshi still could feel exhaustion settling deep in his bones. He made his way to the kitchen slash dining room and circled his arms around Masaâs waist, resting his head at the crook of Masaâs neck. His boyfriend already showered and Toshi couldnât help but bask in the fruity scent of the soap.
It was a rare occasion that both of them had an off-day at the same time. Toshi was almost always out doing his hero duty, so between the two of them, Masa was probably the one with more flexible schedule. Whenever Toshi had an off-day, usually after finishing an international hero work, Masa would try to switch his shift so they could spend time doing nothing together.
Sometimes, Toshi felt like Masa was putting more effort into their relationship; but if he was, Masa never said a peep about it.
âIf I bribe you with coffee, will you let me go?â Toshi heard Masa chuckling. He mustered enough energy to reply âyesâ, but it came out as a garbled mess, with his face smushed to Masaâs shoulder.
It took a bit of maneuvering, but somehow Masa was able to finish making the breakfast and grab the coffee with Toshi still hanging off him like a limpet. And with only a minor incident too.
âI wanna say âthis is why you donât hug the cookâ, but you look so awful I donât think Iâm cruel enough for thatâ, Masa joined Toshi on the table. The full course of the breakfast was already laid between them; miso soup, white rice with raw egg on top, and fried tofu.
Toshiâs mouth watered. He picked up the soup bowl and drank it in five big gulps.
âNow, you wanna tell me whatâs bothering you?â Masa asked, almost nonchalant. Toshi was glad he already swallowed the last gulp.
He still hadnât tell Masa about Tenko when he got home the day before. He didnât know how to bring up the topic. They never discussed anything about children. He didnât think he could just go âHey, I love you so do you wanna help me raise my dead mentorâs grandson?â
Yeah, that totally, definitely couldnât go wrong at all.
It was all still too sudden for him. It wasnât uncommon that Toshi felt personally responsible to help everyone he could, but Tenko wasnât just anyone . He was Nanaâs grandson, and Toshi still didnât know how to feel about that. He really wanted to be personally involved in the poor boyâs life, wanted to raise him so maybe one day he could carry Nanaâs legacy.
Fuck, he wasnât awake enough for this.
Toshi nibbled his chopstick, eyes downcast as he searched for words, before opening his mouth. âItâs just--â
âOk, Iâm gonna cut you right there. You know I can tell when you lie, right?â There was no heat in Masaâs tone, but still it made Toshi wince.
Toshi released a deep sigh.
âI know. Itâs just-- I, I mean. Itâs still too new for me to processâ, he gave Masa a pleading look. âGive me time?â
It took a moment, before Masa replied, almost reluctantly. âOkay, take your time.â
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They chatted a bit after that, about things that interested them both. Zhongli told Aether a bit about what he was doing as the Geo Archon, and in turn, Aether told Zhongli about his ongoing studies to understand the world he and his sister were currently stranded on.
âThat is quite a wishâ, Zhongli told him after Aether told him about how he wanted to explore the seven nations. âPerhaps I can help you fulfill a fraction of that.â
âUh, how are you going to do that?â Aether asked.
âBy taking you down to Liyue Harbor, of courseâ, Zhongli answered bluntly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âWhâ Like, right now?! â Aether stuttered, but Zhongli simply stood up and offered his hand, a confident smile on his handsome face. Aether stared at it dumbly, before reaching out for it. Zhongliâs palm was bigger than his, with calluses that marred his skin â and when Aether held it, it felt sturdy as a rock.
âHold on tightâ, was all the warning Aether got, before the world around him spun in a motion blur.