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HIHIHIHI ART GIFT FOR MY BAYBEE /silly

this took forever to draw but i decided to go with a different style of coloring

castiel belongs to @ummaidenn

rody belongs to. me.

tw for footer tks !!!!!!!!!

credit : @//petalpxl

Fandom: My Hero Academia (World Heroes Mission movie)

I love this lil bean asdfghjkl ♥️ He needs more tickle content 😤

AnywhO

Lee:

(This gif can have my soul)

Lee:

- VERY TICKLISH LAD

- Asdfghjkl where do I even begin-

- 10/10

- His worst spots are his tummy, underarms, back, ears, and feet

- He has a squishy tummy perfect for raspberries 😏

- The squeals he lets out is just too pure for human ears 😔✋

- When someone tickles Pino (the birb) it tickles Rody as well

- Deku loves to take advantage of this fact

- Both Pino and Rody love being tickled, but Rody is a little less open about it

- However

- Pino totally gives him away 😆

- Rody's feet are a death spot

- He just can't take it

- He just melts into a puddle

- Like, just look at the first gif and image Deku tickling his feet

- You're welcome

- Pino will sometimes tickle Rody's ears by accident while on his shoulder

- Deku first found out Rody was ticklish through Pino

- He was giving Pino tummy scratches when he noticed Rody couldn't stop giggling

- Also gets tickled by his siblings

Ler:

- Will always get his revenge

- Can be a tickle monster when needed

- Have you seen his parkour skills? He WILL CATCH YOU

- His fingers are so wiggly I swear-

- AND PINO DOES IT TOO

- While Rody's wrecking you, Pino will use her feathers on your ears or feet 👀

- Will destroyyyy his siblingssssss

- Especially after they tickle him, Rody's revenge will be sweeeeeeeet

- Loves to tease youuuu

- Like "Wow, you're really ticklish here, what happens if I do tHiS-"

That'sssssss it for nowwwwwwwww ♥️

Rody knew it was time to leave when dad came home without mom, something shining in the older man’s eyes, a light that didn’t mean anything good, a light that was dangerous, like a match before it lit an explosion. He knew it was time to go when that match was lit and dad started talking about some man named Flect Turn.

In the dark of night, hidden by the shadows, he packed their backpacks full of essentials. Roro sat awake in bed for him, he’d told them the plan some time ago, but Lala had fallen asleep, which put a hindrance on their plans. Still though, he carried through, he pushed through, lifting his baby sister into his arms to carry her as he and his baby brother snuck out of the house. They had no other family in the area to turn to, all of them would return them to dad, and he didn’t want to know what would happen if they were returned to him after trying to run away.

There was mom’s family, but they lived on the other side of the world, Japan was at least a few hours by plane. And that was where their nearest relative was that wouldn’t turn them back over to their dad, Uncle Kei was not a fan of dad, he’d heard him talk to mom about leaving him many many times.

Mom always laughed and brushed him off and see where that got her now.

With his secret savings stash in his pocket, he makes his way down the street towards the bus station, they had just enough for a bus ticket for all three of them, they’d have to be sneaky getting onto the plane.

Lala sleeps the entire way to the airport before she wakes up, yawns widely, and turns to look out the window. She knows of course that they’re running away to Uncle Kei in Japan.

Rody manages to get them through the security fence, spying around carefully for anyone who could stop them, and they slowly make their way through the airfield searching through the planes for the one heading to Jap–”Rody?” Jumping at the sound of his name, he turns, slowly, meeting the confused eyes of his Uncle Kei. “What’re you doing here at this time of night?”

The oldest Soul shuffles his feet and looks down at his brother and sister. “I know this looks bad but it isn’t what it looks like.”

“No, really now.” Keigo crosses his arm. “So you’re not sneaking around an airfield trying to sneak into a pla–”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“Oh,” his uncle purrs, smiling when his younger siblings giggle as the man turns to face them completely, away from the green haired boy, a growling blonde, and an even faced dual haired boy. “But I’m not the one sneaking onto the airfield, I’m allowed to be here.”

Lala skips forward, despite Rody’s best attempts at stopping her, and hugs the hero’s leg. “We’re gonna come live with you Uncle Kei! Are you excited!”

Keigo blinks for a moment, in the shere surprise at that statement, scooping the girl up as he glances over at his oldest nephew. “Is that so?” She nods happily and he nuzzles the five year old affectionately as he turns his attention away from his oldest nephew for a moment to coo at the cutie bird in his arms. “Of course I’m excited.” Then his attention returns to his oldest nephew. “Just a huge surprise is all, Cutie Bird, Uncle Kei didn’t know this.”

Roro hops forward before Rody can stop him and latches onto their Uncle’s leg, fingers curling in the fabric of the pant leg of the hero’s costume. “Rody said you did!”

“He did, did he?” The blonde man stares his oldest Nephew down. “He should have told Uncle Kei so he could’ve gotten you three tickets to Tokyo and from there to Fukuoka. Not to mention a larger hotel room for our stay in Tokyo.”

Lala pouts and leans into his shoulder. “Does that mean we can’t come Uncle Kei?”

“Now, did Uncle Kei say that?” He nuzzles the little Cutie Bird affectionately. “No ma’am, that means Uncle Kei has to rebook a hotel with a pool in it so his Cutie Bird can play and have fun and get three extra plane tickets.”

“Sooo….” The older boy rubs the back of his head. “Does that mean I’m not in trouble?”

“Oh no sir.” Rody grimaces at the look he receives. “Not at all. You good sir are in deep trouble.”

He can’t help himself. “Damn.”

…..

Keigo is quickly reminded of his Niece's fear of heights when the plane disembarks the airport and she starts screaming, wincing at the shriek in his ear, he trades places with his oldest Nephew to sit between him and their younger brother. He distracts Lala with his phone, the five year old takes to it like a tadpole takes to water, she ends up hugging his one hand as he holds his phone up for her to watch Spongebob with his other hand. Roro falls asleep against his bicep and Rody curls up in his seat with Pino sleeping on his head.

He stays awake for as long as he can, standing vigil over them, protecting them as they sleep as any good Uncle would, but he succumbs to the inevitable after such a battle they fought and falls asleep surrounded by his cousins sleeping children. He stays awake until the inevitable exhaustion from what had just transpired in the span of several days overcomes him and he falls asleep surrounded by his soon to be adopted (he’s sure) kids.

…..

“Uncle Kei! Uncle Kei!” He looks over from watching Lala play in the shallow end of the pool at the other youngsters call, Roro latches onto his arm and tugs excitedly. “Throw me again! Please!”

“Of course my little rascal.” He hooks his fingers under his arms and tosses him down further into the deep end of the pool. “I’d be happy to.” He turns back to check on Lala for a moment before turning to check on Rody in the hot tub, the teen was fine on his own, but he entered the pool to keep an eye on the five year old and nine year old in the pool.

They hang out in the pool for a few hours, after the pool had technically closed, the pros of being Hawks in Tokyo before he pulls the adult card and says its time for them to go back to their room.

He and Rody take care of their business while the little ones are in the bathtub getting all cleaned up, and the teen’s puffy eyed when they return in new clean pajamas and the teen trades places with them in the bathroom to clean up. Keigo is the last one to get cleaned up, after making sure Roro and Lala are tucked into their bed all nice and snug.

Him and his oldest Nephew are sharing a bed.

Keigo knows his niece and nephews like he knows the back of his hand, so when Rody hesitantly reaches out for his hand, he snatches that small one and tugs him in closer, into his chest, and curls his arm and wing around him. “Get in here, Robin.”

….

“Get his tummy, Uncle Kei!” Roro yells mid laughter as he watches his older brother suffer so horribly under their Uncle’s hands. “Get his tummy!”

“Get his tummy?” Keigo turns his attention from his squealing nephew to his giggling nephew. “Trade me a kiss for the tummy?” The younger boy giggles wildly and smacks a kiss to his lips, so, as a man of their word would, he turns back and claws his fingers into his oldest nephew’s belly which makes him squeal with laughter and arch his back into his fingers. “The tummy, as requested from my favorite little Rosefinch.” Lala rests her head against his as she giggles at their older brother's, completely losing himself like a child (that he still was). “Any requests from the adorable little Lovebird?”

“My turn Uncle Kei!”

Kudos goes to @korathefairy for this piece as all the kudos go to them for every Uncle Keigo piece!

Hawks.

Deku had said he was meeting his friends, Endeavor, and Hawks at the airport. Hawks. The winged man was going to be there. Hawks.

Rody can’t remember having moved that fast in a long time, stuffing random objects in a bag, dragging his baby brother and sister out of their trailer, rushing to get to the airport before the plane took off.

Which brings them to where they are now, running from airport security after having jumped and dashed through the check point. There was no telling if dad was coming back, mom definitely wasn’t, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to be there if the old man did turn up. And if he didn’t want to be there then he sure as hell didn’t want Roro and Lala to be there.

The brunette teen yelps when his legs just suddenly give out under him, a paralysis quirk, handy, Roro and Lala yelp with him as they’re tugged back at his sudden fall. “Go!” He pushes them forward as the footsteps of the approaching security officers get louder and louder. “Go! Uncle Kei! Remember! Big red wings! Roro you’re in charge! Find Uncle Kei!”

His baby brother looks hesitant but nods, tugging their sister up with him, disappearing into the crowd of persons.

…

Hawks was minding his own, surfing through his twitter feed, half listening to the gaggle of teenagers around him and Endeavor attempt to draw his unwilling son into a pitiful conversation. He was in the process of commenting on a post when a body slams into his legs from behind, little fingers curl tightly in his feathers, and he nearly drops his phone.

“Uncle Kei!”

Uncle Kei? He wasn’t an Uncle—Wait—No—“Roro?” Turning quickly, hissing at the feathers that are torn from his wing as he spins around, staring down into young hazel eyes, a little girl and a little boy holding onto his legs for dear life. “Roro? Lala?”

“Uncle Kei!” Lala tugs on his jacket. “They took Rody! You have to save him!”

“On it chickling!” Uncle Kei was in charge now, not Takami Keigo, not Hawks, Uncle Kei was at the wheel. He’d explain later, to the inquisitive eyes and deep voice verbalizing all of their confusion. “Uncle Kei’s got it!” Sweeping the five and nine year old up into his arms, he strides forward, meeting the security officers midway at the entrance to the gate. Ten little fingers curl in the shoulders of his jacket, and he flares his wings slightly unconsciously when the two men reach out to take his precious little niece and nephew from him. The two fledglings whimper fearfully and heated little faces press into the sides of his neck. “There’s a third one. Looks like them. But older. Where is he?”

“Sir they entered illegally—”

“They’re my family.” Now it’s Hawks at the wheel. “It wouldn’t look good for the ones in charge to be known as the ones who kept Japan’s Number Two Hero away from his family, you don’t want that image over you, do you?” He takes pleasure in the way their faces pale and his little bundles of joy giggle at his threat. “That’s what I thought.”

And Uncle Kei takes back command when the two men promise to return with the oldest boy as they turn and disappear, as he turns his attention to the two nestlings on his arms. “You’re both so light, do you eat? Are you eating enough? Imma have to fatten you up a bit. Chicks shouldn’t be this light.” He turns back to the others as he stealthily manages to get a few of his feathers up the kiddies shirts and they shriek with giggles as they flutter over their bellies for a few moments. “So that way I can play with chubby chick tummies like Uncle Kei used to do before your mommy went away.”

“Missed you Uncle Kei!” Lala throws her arms around his neck as Roro curls his fingers in the feathers of his right wing, he nuzzles the little girl lightly, and pulls his right wing in closer for the little boy. “Missed you a lot!”

Uncle Kei keeps command of the mothership as the third Soul appears, the oldest of the brunettes, familiar little chick on his shoulder. Rody Soul doesn’t utter a word as he steps away from the two security guards who came to get him from that room, his eyes look between Lala and Roro as he steps into the hero, pressing his face into his chest. Keigo would curl his arms around him if he hadn’t had them full already with two other baby birds, so he settles on curling his wings around them and brushing his lips over his oldest nephew’s forehead. “Hey Chickadee.”

“Uncle Kei…..” Rody finally finds the strength to lift his arms, curling them around his Uncle’s neck with Lala’s, and just holds on, fingers curling around the collar of the man’s jacket. “Can we come back home with you?” Tired hazel eyes finally meet concerned gold when the teen pulls back slightly. “Please Uncle Kei?”

Keigo eyes him with concern, the bags under his eyes, the way he’s seemingly asleep dead on his feet but managing to continue standing, and nods as he nuzzles the teen hanging onto him. “Of course you can, chickadee, all three of my fledglings can come back home with me.”

“Rody?” Red wings uncurl from around them, and the four turn at the other teen’s call, concerned curious emerald eyes meet theirs. “You’re okay?”

“Yea Deku.” Rody smiles lazily as he leans into his Uncle’s chest. “I’m just fine.”

“You’re okay?” Keigo interjects himself immediately. “What’s he mean? Why wouldn’t you be okay? Did something happen?”

Rody makes a hand gesture when his Uncle’s eyes leave him and return to the hero student, Deku does not read the room, and spills. “He got stabbed.”

“You got what!” Lala and Roro yelp and shriek with giggles when they’re snatched up out of their Uncle’s arms by a dozen feathers or so as the man himself reaches out for the boy in front of him. “Where? How bad is it? Was it treated?” Rody fights his mother hen Uncle off as best as he can, batting at his hands, twisting and turning as he tries to dance out of his reach, until he inadvertently gives his injury away when fingers ghost over his side and he flinches. “Ha! Found it!” The teenager decides his struggle isn’t worth it as the man lifts the side of his shirt to examine the bandaged wound, humming and tsking under his breath as he pokes and prods at it gently. “It doesn’t seem so bad, more so that it’s been tended to appropriately but we’ll take a better look at it when we get home.”

“Uncle Kei…..” Rody just can’t handle having an adult fretting over him at the moment and flops forward, his Uncle is a true G, and is ready to catch him in his arms when he flops forward against him. “Stop being such a worrywart.”

The man chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of his nephew’s head. “I can’t help it, Robin, you of all people need someone to mother hen over you, just let it happen, because I’m going mother hen all three of you so hard, I know who’s been taking care of things in your mom’s disappearance and your dad’s extra curriculars.” He scratches at the back of the boy’s head. “Which also means you’re gonna catch some Z’s on the plane back.”

Keigo turns, resting his chin on his oldest Nephew’s head to watch his youngest Nephew and little Neice giggle as they hover beside them thanks to his feathers. “Isn’t that right, baby birds?”

Lala giggles and reaches out to catch one of his feathers. “Yep!”

“Hawks is your Uncle!” Rody hums into his Uncle’s chest at Deku’s exclamation, he’s at peace, he’s in a good place, fingers massaging the back of his neck gently are just the right thing he needs to start relieving the tension and pressure he’s been carrying since he was ten and dad took mom out for a day trip and she didn’t come back and dad started leaving for days on end. “That’s so cool! Why didn’t you say so!”

Keigo holds a finger up to his lips when his two baby chicks giggle at their older brother’s lack of response as he’s dozing off against their Uncle’s chest. “Sshhh he’s falling asleep.”

“Hawks.” The winged hero ignores the older man behind him as he carefully scoops his teenage Nephew up into his arms, humming under his breath to keep him dozing against his shoulder. Little Robin, still just as adorable now as he was when he was a baby Robin and Keigo turns to face the older hero. “Who are these children?” Bless his heart. Endeavor was trying. “Do you know them?”

Dumb question, let it go Kei, you’ve got a baby bird dozing off against your shoulder. “For sure, these are my Nephews, Roro and Rody, and my adorable little Neice Lala. My cousin’s kids.” He sends them all a stern glare. “Now sshhh, my little Robin’s falling asleep, he needs it, don’t wake him up.” That reminds him as he turns to the woman at the desk. “I need three extra tickets for Tokyo to Fukuoka.” The woman at the desk nods and starts typing on her computer, not asking any questions, and he turns to his baby birds, completely ignoring the other hero and herolings around him, his nephew sleeping (Rody will later deny this fact but Roro and Lala will disagree) in his arms and grins up at the little ones hovering in the air. “Remember our famous hide and seek games?” Lala and Roro giggle wildly and he smiles. “Oh yea, you remember.”

…

Keigo easily carries his sleeping nephew onto the plane and his feathers carry his youngest niece and nephew with him, heading for their seats, up front, their seating arrangements changed at the last minute to accommodate the extra persons coming with him (and the fact that Hawks refused to let them sit next to anyone else and especially complete strangers—especially Roro and Lala considering the obvious) and sends most of his feathers into the backpack hanging off his shoulder so he can sit, and rests his sleeping nephew across his lap.

Rody stirs, Pino cheeps softly in an attempt to get him back to sleep, Keigo coos at the little bird and hums, brushing his fingers through his Nephew’s long hair that was let down when he was undoubtedly manhandled into a room out of the public’s view. The teen settles back down after a few moments, his quirk companion quietens down.

…

“Okay you have thirty seconds to find a hiding spot, and if you get found,” all three Souls smile, the youngest two giggle, they were working on the oldest ones giggles, when he wiggles his fingers at them. “You face the tickle monster.”

Keigo turns, covering his eyes with his hands, and starts counting out loud. Listening to the youngest two giggle as they dart off, he knows the boy tries to hold them back, but he picks up on his oldest nephews muffled giggles as he darts away for his own hiding spot.

Thirty seconds later he’s off on the hunt.

He comes across Roro first, the nine year old hiding under the bed, his bed, and he makes a show of walking around the room before pausing at the foot of the bed just to let the anxiety build. The giggles grow as the anticipation builds, and just when they reach their peak, he snags him out from under his bed with his feathers.

“Found you Ro!” The nine year old squeals with laughter when he claws his fingers into his chubby tummy, little hands batting at his, which inadvertently lets his little top fall down and expose his chubby tummy. “That means I get a minute with this tummy!”

One minute later he’s letting the giggling boy down onto his feet, watching him giggle as he darts off to find another hiding spot, and shakes his head fondly as he turns to exit the nine year old’s room in search of his other two targets.

Keigo finds his adorable little Neice next, hiding in the closet with the linens, they make eye contact and she giggles adorably as he leans forward against the shelf she’s huddled up on. “Hey little cutie bird.”

Lala giggles into her little hand. “Hi Tickle Monster.”

Stealthily, he reaches out for one of those itty bitty bare feet, and scratches the sole with his talon, which makes her giggle harder. “You know what happens now?”

“Uh….” The five year old tilts her head cutely. “I get cuddles?”

Oh, and if this little cutie bird doesn’t have him wrapped around her adorable little finger, there goes the Tickle Monster right out the door and in his place arrives the just as infamous Cuddle Monster. “This little cutie bird gets cuddles?” He smiles softly when she nods. “Well get down here so the Cuddle Monster can deliver.” Lala giggles and uncurls, crawling across the shelf to drop down into his arms, and he coos at her, cradling her close. “The Cuddle Monster missed his little Cutie Bird.”

The little brunette five year old coos softly and kisses his cheek. “I missed you too Uncle Kei.”

“Aww La, don’t you know how to melt this old man’s heart.” Keigo nuzzles her affectionately. “You got me wrapped around that adorable little finger, you know that?”

She giggles adorably. “I know Uncle Kei.”

“Well good.” He peppers her face with kisses until she’d nice and giggly before setting her down on her feet. “You go on and find another hiding spot while I search for your big brother. He’s got a meeting with the Tickle Monster coming his way.”

Watching her go in search of another hiding spot, he finds himself with the task of finding his oldest nephew, no easy feat mind you, Rody’s good at not being found when he doesn’t want to be found.

He finds him though, he’s a predator, a hunter, and this hunter always finds his prey.

Curling his arms back behind him, Keigo watches his feathers drag his oldest Nephew out of the vent above his head, shrieking and cackling as he’s playfully assaulted by a number of feathers. Over his neck, under his shirt over his belly, flicking over his soles, between his toes.

If anyone needs a good laugh it’s his little Robin.

…

Keigo’s joined first by his youngest nephew and niece, Roro and Lala creeping into his bedroom late into the night of a crisp Autumn Thursday, the two children sniffling about something he has no knowledge of, which only serves to make his mama hen senses tingle because he needs to know what has his beloved fledglings so distraught so he can make it better.

“U—Uncle K—Kei?” A little finger pokes his cheek. “Are—Are you s—sleeping?” Little Roro’s voice is so small and it breaks his heart. “U—Uncle Kei?”

“Yea?” Sitting up, he scoops the nestlings up onto his bed with his feathers, and they crawl up into his lap. Lala doesn’t speak, sniffling into her stuffed bunny, a gift he’d given her when he realized they left her real bunny back at their home in Otheon, she took to it like a fish takes to water. “What’s the matter fledglings, what can Uncle Kei do to make it better?”

Roro sniffles and leans into his shoulder. “We had a dream about mommy.”

That’s not a good introduction to the root cause of the problem. “What about mommy?”

“Daddy was so mad, Uncle Kei, he was mad at mommy because we had quirks and we weren’t right, and mommy was crying and—”

“He’s talking about the day mom left and didn’t come back.” He lifts his gaze from his little Neice and Nephew and meets the oldests stony eyes. “Dad said she left on her own. But we all know that’s not true. Dad did something, we’re sure of it, but we were too poor to do an investigation, and couldn’t prove anything. We weren’t even allowed to talk about her after that day.” Rody looks over to Pino on his shoulder, silent at the moment, no need to express an emotion he was portraying willingly. “She’s either dead and buried in a shallow grave or worse…”

Keigo stares at his oldest Nephew for a long moment before looking back to the two youngest in his lap. “Well, we’re gonna find out what happened to mommy, first thing in the morning, I’ll start us an investigation, we’ll find her.” Dead or alive.

Deep down, in his gut, his soul, he already knew what happened to her. It wasn’t because of any confirmation or knowledge with proven fact, but intuition. She was gone. Miko was gone and she wasn’t coming back. She loved her three kids, she loved them more then life itself, for her to leave them supposedly willingly with their so called father was a bunch of horse shit. She sent him enough photos of them that he’d been able to make himself four photo albums.

He knew her fate already but wouldn’t say anything to the younglings until it was confirmed.

So he nods to himself, and to the kids, lifting his eyes back to meet his Nephew Rody’s. “Come on squirt, we’ll all sleep here tonight, family cuddle pile.”

Keigo lies awake for a long time after that, Lala draped over his chest sleeping contentedly and peacefully, Roro sleeping curled around his left arm, holding on tight, Rody sleeping under his right arm, over his right wing. His mind drifting to his surely deceased Cousin and their near daily phone calls, trying to remember if there was any possible hidden warning to possible foul play in her near future in their conversations.

He finds out what happened to his Cousin Miko two weeks later, sees the photographic evidence, and decides then and there, staring down at the photos in horror at what his cousin had been reduced to, that he’s not going to show them to his adopted kids, Neice and Nephews. They’re too gruesome, and he doesn’t mean to be as harsh as he was when Rody argues with him about his right to see what they’d found, he doesn’t mean to snap and threaten him with a trip over his lap right then and there if he didn’t cool it, but there was no way in high heaven he was letting them see their mom in the way she was found.

Instead they make a shrine, which they know they only do in the event of a loved one’s passing and pay their respects. Roro and Lala don’t quite understand, well, Lala doesn’t, but she knows as they make the shrine that mommy’s not coming back ever. Rody falls silent and the arguing stops as he helps them build their memorial shrine for their mom who was confirmed to never be coming back for them and it wasn’t a decision made by her hand.

Keigo later holds his oldest Nephew as he breaks down with the knowledge that the last thing he said to his mom was ‘see you later mom’ and if he had known he wouldn’t, he would have said so much more. Pino cheeping and crying and tweeting on his shoulder in her own distress, he coos and chirps at the little birdie as he curls around his oldest nephew, hiding him from the world in his moment of…..not weakness, no…..in his moment of expressed grief.

…

“Hey Uncle Kei?” With Lala and Roro off at school and the teenager opting into online schooling because he was a homebody and didn’t want to change out of his pajama pants for him to go to class (and if Keigo, a great A+ Uncle, didn’t feel that in his soul), Rody lays himself down over his Uncle’s lap despite the fact he was clearly doing something on his phone, and lays there for a long moment. “Uncle Keeiiiii?”

Keigo chuckles softly. “Yes Rodes?”

“I’m bored.”

“Well.” The hero pokes at his nephew’s belly. “This tummy is in prime position for me to provide some entertainment.”

Rody realizes the conundrum he’s wormed his way into. “Wait wait wait!”

“No no, I’ll provide some entertainment for my dearest beloved Nephew.” Keigo pulls the boy’s hands away. “If you don’t move while I’m playing with this tummy all ready for me to play with I’ll let you go on a training mission with Deku and his friends.”

The brunette entertains the offer. “And if I don’t?”

The winged man hums. “I adjust our position and blow raspberries into this tummy for two minutes consecutively.”

Rody contemplates this and nods, forcing his arms to rest at his sides firmly, and nods with an expression of grim concentration. “Deal.”

“Great!” Keigo tugs his nephews shirt up in preparation. “You’re not gonna last a second.”

“I got this.”

He cracks his fingers teasingly. “You think so?”

His teenage nephew nods firmly. “Positive.”

“You’re forgetting something little Robin.” Keigo flexes his fingers. “I’ve known you all your life.” And positions his fingers above the spot he knows will break the boy. “I know exactly where to go to win.”

“I’m gonna win.”

“Really?” The hero claws his fingers over the center of his nephew’s belly, Rody admittedly, yes, he will admit to it (his Uncle wiggles his fingers at him threateningly when he says he won’t—he’s not ashamed to say he’s incredibly ticklish and his Uncle is an incredible tickle monster—all is well), squeals brightly as he arches his back into the fingers clawing in just right, wiggling just the right speed, clawing in just the right depth, vibrating in just the right location. His hands come flying up, fingers curling around his Uncle’s wrists, cackling brightly as he tries to turn up onto his side in an attempt to get away from those fingers (or at least get them away from that spot). “I thought you said you were going to win, Rodes.”

“Uhuhuhuhuuncle Kehehehehehheei! Nohohohoho! Nohohohot thehehehehehehehere!” (Uncle Kei! No! Not there!)

“Not the tummy?” Keigo tugs the boy back into his lap, the teen’s back pressing against his stomach, still clawing in over the center of his Nephew’s tummy. “Not right here? Is this a bad spot? You lost by the way so this tummy’s in for two minutes of raspberries at some point.” He keeps one hand there and lifts the other to wiggle his index finger in the dip of his oldest Nephew’s side. “How about here instead, is this better?”

Pino tweets and hops as her companion squeals again and squirms, kicking his legs wildly, regretting accepting his Uncle’s challenge, because the man is right, he has known him all his life, he does know just the right buttons to push. “Nohhohohohoho! Nohohohot theheheheheheheere eieieiehehehehehehether!! Uhuhuhuhuuhuhuncle Kehehehehehehehei pleehehehhehehehease!”

“But I thought you were bored? As the best Uncle, I can’t let me beloved little Rody be bored, that wouldn’t be something a good Uncle would do.” He curls his arm around the boy’s waist to keep him in place and spiders his fingers up and down the remainder of his exposed side. “And I’m nothing if not a great Uncle. Ask Roro, he got me a mug that says ‘Worlds Best Uncle’ and I cherish it.” He walks his fingers up his wiggling and kicking Nephew’s side and under his shirt, for that middle rib, that one in particular, that one is the best, and makes the teen squeal again. “Did you think I forgot about this rib, this one right here, I have a great memory Rodes, I know about this rib, remember when you were just a little baby bird and Uncle Kei would hold you up and nibble on this little rib right here.”

“Ihihihihi’m nohohohohot ahahahahahahananymohohohore! Ihihihihihi’m nohohohohot!” (I’m not anymore! I’m not!) Rody bats at his Uncle’s hands, torn between trying to tug the hand out from under the side of his shirt or trying to pry the arm from around his waist, but eventually gives in to his fate. “Nohohhoho mohohohore! Nohohohohohore mohohohohohore! Uhuhuhuuncle Kehehehehheeiii!” (No more! No more! Uncle Kei!”

Chuckling, the hero pinches his Nephew’s rib once, and lets him go. Rody flops over onto his belly, face pressed into the pillow on his Uncle’s other side, panting lightly as he giggles softly at the residual tingles from such a brutal tickle attack. A large warm hand rubs his back. “You can still go with Deku.”

“Thahanks Uncle Kei.”

…

Lala and Roro dart off for their room when the four of them enter the apartment, their Uncle’s ire was enough to send them to safety, even if his ire was directed at their older brother and not them, they wanted to make themselves scarce.

Rody shoves his hands in his pockets and slouches, meeting his Uncle’s harsh glare with a gaze of indifference, Pino was a traitor though, portraying his nervousness for the adult in his life to see in her own way. “So, I guess I’ll just go—”

“Be quiet, Rody.” He blinks in surprise at the man’s snap, his harsh snap, and straightens out of his position of nonchalance as the man steps forward. Keigo stands directly in front of his oldest nephew, anger palpable, rolling off his shoulders, each individual feather, in waves. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t get my belt and wallop you good.”

That threat, the teen perceives it as a threat, makes him blink and rear back in shock. He’s never seen his Uncle Kei this angry in all that he’s known him, granted when he’s see the man he was only visiting, he’d never actually lived with him before now, but still. His shock quickly morphs into submission, perhaps a bit of fear, if his Uncle’s rapidly changing expression is to go by, as he curls into himself and Pino falls silent on his shoulder.

It’s the quirk manifestation of his Nephew’s emotions falling completely still and silent that startles him the most. “Rody?” Keigo reaches out in concern and immediately pulls back when the boy, rather noticeably, flinches back from him. “Robin?” Hopefully the nickname, the one given out of love, will bring the boy back to him and they can muster through this new apparent grim discovery, Keigo is ashamed of himself that he knows so little about the life his nephews and niece lived after contact with his Cousin stopped and he received a Restraining Order from his…Cousin in-law….And its something he intends to rectify immediately. “Robin talk to me. Was it something I said? It had to be, that’s a stupid question, of course it was something I said. Robin talk to me. Let me help.” When he reaches out this time, the boy doesn’t flinch away, Pino, bless her, tweets at him encouragingly, at him, not Rody, at him. “Robin?”

Rody rubs at the back of his head slightly, curling in on himself. “Well, dad would—” That’s it, that’s all he needs to hear in order to know where this is going, that’s all he needs. “He would—”

“Shh, I understand.” Carefully, his hand travels up around the back of his nephew’s neck, and pulls him forward, into his arms, his chest, and he holds him close. “I will never do that to you, Rody. To you or the baby birds. Never. I won’t even say it, never again, I’m so sorry little one, I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay, Uncle Kei.” It wasn’t okay but they both mutually agreed to pretend it was for their own sakes. “It’s in the past. I know….I know you would never….” Rody turns his head to press his ear against his Uncle’s chest, listening to his heart beat, a comforting thumping rhythm. “I don’t know why—”

“Because you’re conditioned to, that’s why.” Keigo whispers gently. “I’ll never say it, never again, I swear on my honor, on my name, never again.” He scratches soothingly at the back of his oldest nephew’s head. “You’re grounded. Two weeks. Only one hour of Electronic time and an early bed time. Two weeks.”

The brunette smiles into his Uncle’s chest, as he turns back to press his face into it, and nods. “Got it Uncle Kei.”

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“Good job Pino.”

Rody praises his companion as he jumps over the edge of the fire escape, so caught up, he doesn’t realize that he’s not the only one on the edge of the building until he runs smack dab right into them. Pino tweets fearfully, terrified, as he drops the brief case full of jewels and waves his arms around as he starts to fall back.

“Hey!” The teen goes rigid at the voice, that voice, he hasn’t heard that voice since the day mom and dad went out and only one of them came back. “Careful fledgling.”

Large strong hands grasp his biceps and pull him away from the edge of the building, soft feathers already up under his shirt to pull him away from the edge just in case, ready to catch him if he does fall. The warm hands are there for a moment, the soft feathers brushing over his skin, before both are gone. Rody blinks once, twice, eyes staring into the gold eyes of the man he hasn’t seen since he was a kid.

Rody shrinks, folding into himself, Pino tweeting sorrowfully on his left shoulder. “U—Uncle Kei?”

“Hey little one.” Keigo, not Hawks, despite his persona get-up, he was Keigo this time around. “It’s been a while hasn’t it.”

“Uncle Kei….” It takes a couple of minutes for his mind to catch up with his mouth, Rody would like to ask you for a moment, to cut him some slack. “Uncle Kei.” There we go, brain has reloaded, elation at the fact his favorite Uncle is standing before him sinks in as it should, and the brunette launches himself at him, throwing himself into the man’s arms, curling around him tightly. “Uncle Kei!”

“Hey little bird.” Keigo smiles softly, it’s a small sad smile, the last time he’d seen his oldest nephew in person was when he was seven, Roro was three, and little Lala was still a hatchling. “I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you guys.” He pets a hand down the back of his nephews head. “It wasn’t for lack of trying, I promise.”

“I know.” Rody takes a moment, face pressing into his uncles strong chest, before turning his head, lifting his gaze, meeting his eyes. “I know dad put out a restraining order against you after mom left.” He turns back into the man’s chest, tucking himself under his chin, Pino chirps excitedly, and he smiles, repressing the giggles that have long since disappeared from this earth when his uncle chirps back, tucking himself under the man’s chin. “I’m sorry Uncle Kei.”

“Hey, Robin, while I disapprove of the fact you’re playing a part in that heist, I know you wouldn’t do it for no real reason.” The hero scratches at the back of his nephews head. “We’ll talk about it later because, despite your obvious pure intentions, there still has to be consequences.”

“I know Uncle Kei.” Rody does not sniffle, ignore his Uncle’s knowing glance and Pino’s completely incorrect tweeting, because he does not sniffle and his eyes do not water and tears definitely may not have been shed because here his uncle is, right the fuck here. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too little bird.” The man brushes a kiss over his nephews temple. “Uncle Kei’s here now, I’ll take care of everything, the first thing we’ll do is return these jewels to the store your cohorts stole them from.”

…

“Uncle Kei!” The two semi twin voices of the youngest Souls fill the front yard as the winged man lands, his nephew on his back, Deku cradled in his arms, he sets the hero student down with enough time to prepare himself to catch the two bundles of Baby Birds barreling at him. “You’re here!”

Deku was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Hawks had followed him in hopes of finding his family he hasn’t seen in years and for that purpose only. Oh, and the fact that the thief he was chasing was the number two hero’s nephew. And trying to not feel like he was intruding on what should be a private moment.

Keigo laughs, bouncing the two youngsters on his arms. “Uncle Kei sure is here little ones!”

“Are you staying this time Uncle Kei?” Roro asks softly, tugging on a strand of his uncles feathery ash blonde hair, trying to seem like he wasn’t as hopeful as he was feeling. “You’re not gonna disappear again, right?”

“Yea, Uncle Kei.” Lala whispers. “Go away like mommy did.”

“Nah hatchlings.” Keigo nuzzles them both until they’re both giggling little cutie birds. “Uncle Kei’s not going anywhere.” He had his suspicions about what happened to his Cousin but he would never voice them in front of the youngster hanging off his back and the youngest youngsters in his arms. “In fact, you’re coming home with Uncle Kei after this whole thing is taken care of.”

It’s kind of sad, in a way, that none of them make any protest in wanting to stay with their father.

…

“You’re grounded.” Rody rolls his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me Mister!” It’s hard to take his Uncle seriously with bandages wrapped around his temple like a headband, Roro sitting on his shoulders, and swinging Lala with his right hand. “Getting yourself involved with Flect. I otta turn you around and roast your backside, you little troublemaker.”

Keigo grins at him when the teen smiles. “Oh please, Uncle Kei, you’d see one tear and start fretting like a total mother hen.”

“Was that a bird pun I just heard?”

The brunette teen’s eyes widen. “Oh my god!”

“No taking it back!”

“No!”

Roro and Lala giggle at them and their playful argument in regards to the unintentional bird pun their older brother just made and how elated it made their uncle.

“Watch it, buster.” The winged man pinches at the big toe of his nephew’s left foot, enough so that the teen squeaks and tugs his foot away, it makes his Uncle smile. “I can use my feathers for more then just weaponry, like on toes, they can be quite dastardly on toes, and if I remember correctly a certain little bird with a chick on his shoulder had himself some sensitive toes.”

The two youngest Souls giggle at the way their older brother’s face pales and his eyes widen. “You don’t remember nothing!”

“No, no, I distinctly remember something about the toes and how they couldn’t stand my feathers.” Keigo takes the feather Roro plucked from his left wing and holds it out to his oldest nephew’s left foot playfully. “We could investigate this memory if you want. I see some toes that need to be dusted off anyways. Two birds with one stone, er, feather.”

Rody makes a face at the horrible dad joke worthy bird pun. “That was a horrible pun.”

His Uncle’s grin turns a tad bit more feral at his insult. “Roro, Lala, wanna see Uncle Kei make your big brother squeal like a little baby bird?”

He loves his baby brother and sister, he really does, but in the moment that they giggle and nod, he decides that it’s fine if he hates them for a matter of five minutes while red feathers envelope him in a swarm and he actually gets the opportunity to feel like the kid he still is and forgot he was until a responsible adult (in the form of Uncle Kei no less) showed up to take over the head of the household position for him.

Thoughts?