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Baby's First Kidnapping

Summary:

Tommy gets caught in a burning building and runs to the first hero he sees.

It isn't a hero.

Notes:

Was in a silly goofy mood.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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The ceiling above Tommy was crumbling, but thankfully, not completely collapsed.  At least, it hadn’t yet.

 

Ten minutes ago, the library had been the pinnacle of peace.  For an afternoon, it was fairly empty, and Tommy finally got his favorite section to himself.  The table was right by a heating vent, but far enough out of sight that no adults would give him weird looks. 

 

It had become a flaming mess, quickly deteriorating.  At the initial hit, Tommy had latched onto his backpack and dove under the table.  He didn’t know what was going on and thought it best to stay put.

 

Now, he could see his solution was a bad one.  He was stuck in the burning library while the ceiling, walls, and shelves collapsed around him.  The rabble would get in his way if he tried to flee, and worse, he could hear the fight going on in the area.

 

If the burning library didn’t kill Tommy, getting caught between heroes and villains fighting definitely would.

 

He wasn’t sure who the villains and heroes were.  He just hoped the heroes found him soon.  Surely, someone would check the interior of the library, at least once the villain threat was vanquished.

 

Surely, someone would come for him.  Someone would save him.  There were flame-proof heroes like Pyro.  Someone will come for me, Tommy repeated to himself, Someone will come for me.

 

Tommy didn’t want to fucking die alone.

 

Minutes ticked by.  His throat ached from the air around him.  It was thick and hot, though he was mostly safe from the smoke, due to the high ceiling.  He’d stuck his face down in his shirt, because he’d do anything that would help.  Tommy shook.  Someone would come for him.  Someone had to come for him.  He was far too young to die.

 

He heard the footsteps before he saw the person-the hero.  Who else would be in the building right now?

 

“Help!” Tommy screamed at the top of his lungs, “Please help me.”  Abandoning his safety under the table, which was hardly safe anyways, Tommy looked up.  Through the smoke, fire, and rubble, Tommy saw the figure pause.

 

They started towards him, and Tommy ran.

 

Nothing else mattered but getting to the hero.  They were a lifeline, whoever they were and caught Tommy.

“It’s alright,” the hero said roughly, “You’re safe.”  Strong arms lifted Tommy up, and he clung to them.

 

“Thank you.”  Tommy coughed.  His voice was raspy. 

 

Tommy was wrapped in something red and some kind of mask was fitted over his face.  Suddenly, he could breathe almost clearly.  With a color scheme like this, he must have been one of the flame heroes.  Who else would be in here.

 

“Thank you,” Tommy repeated, “Thank you.”  Confident that he was safe, Tommy gave in to the strong arms pulling him close.

 

A gloved hand tucked him further into the red cape and swept out of the library as if the flames couldn’t touch him.  It was a shame about the books.   He clutched the child in his arms closer to his chest.  They hadn’t really meant to do that much damage today.

 

Unfortunate.

 

-

 

“-blade, why would you-”

 

“He ran to me.”

 

“Now the media thinks we took a hostage when-”

 

“Oh no.  Not our reputation.”

 

Tommy blinked his eyes.  They stung.  His throat was dry, and his head was pounding.  He tried to relax into what he assumed was a hospital bed.  God, that hurt.  

 

Right.  Hospital.  He should probably wake up now.  Experimentally, he tried to push himself up by his arms.  They were bandaged, but they felt nothing.  Either Tommy had burned off all his nerve endings (unlikely) or someone had numbed them somehow.

 

“Good morning,” one of the voices that had been arguing when he woke up said, “Did you have a nice rest?”  Tommy turned his head and froze.  

 

Tommy wasn’t obsessed with superheroes or villains.  He knew the big ones-the ones the news would drone on and on about.  He recognized the villain standing at the foot of the bed.

 

They called him Nari.  He was the spokesperson for the Syndicate, mostly because he was convincing-superhumanly so.  Nari had a silver tongue and a power to back it up.  If Nari asked Tommy to do anything at the moment- anything- Tommy would have no choice.

 

“Did you kidnap me,” Tommy asked, uncharacteristically quiet.  Nari didn’t react angrily, so Tommy figured that he must have said something right.  Or at least not something wrong.

 

“You could at least say good morning back,” Nari said, face twisting into a pout like a toddler who had just been denied.  “As for whether you’re kidnapped, I had nothing to do with it.”  He shrugged, as if Tommy meant nothing to him.  Which made sense.  “It’s his fault.”  

 

Tommy followed Nari’s gesture.

“Hey, he ran to me first.”  Vali crossed his arms, butting into the conversation.  The position shouldn’t have been threatening, but it was because he was one of the most terrifying villains to exist.  “You can’t just ignore a baby asking for help.”

 

Tommy’s memory of what happened wasn’t very clear, but he remembered running into a hero's arms.  Apparently, that hero hadn’t been a hero at all.  Fuck.

 

Vali was the action behind Nari’s words.  They were two sides of the same coins.  Twins-perfectly in sync.  Nari threatened, and Vali made it happen.  Even now, without his ever-present ax, Vali was terrifying.  His hair was braided carefully, and his boar mask was fixed to his face.

 

Vali also just called Tommy a baby, which was fucking rude.

 

“M not a baby,” Tommy protested quietly.  Vali tilted his head, staring into Tommy’s eyes. 

 

“What was that?” Vali sounded patronizing.  Tommy’s cheeks flared red, but he didn’t dare ignore a request from the villain.

 

“I’m not a baby,” Tommy said louder, “I’m twelve.”  This time, it was Nari who spoke.

 

“No no, twelve is definitely a baby.  Not even a teenager yet.”  There was amusement in Nari’s voice, but also something else.  Something possessive, but not entirely unpleasant.  Regardless, Tommy bristled.  “You don’t like it?”  Tommy shook his head.  Nari returned to his pouting expression.  Tommy was sure that if he could see Nari’s eyes through his mask, they’d be puppy dog eyes, big, round, and disarming.  “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, but if that’s the case … what should I call you instead?”

“Tommy,” he said, not thinking.  It wouldn’t matter if they knew his name or not anyways. 

 

“Lovely to meet you,” Nari said, “I’m Wilbur.”  He smiled and pulled his mask down.  “Don’t think I'll need this from now on.”

 

Tommy cocked his head to the side, confused.  Were they going to kill him then?  After they went through all the trouble of apparently treating his injuries?

 

“Technoblade,” Vali said, removing his mask.  He tossed it down on a table nearby and reached out to Tommy, ruffling his hair lightly.  “Are you feeling better?  After you ran to me in the library, I couldn’t resist taking you home.  You looked like you needed help.  You still look like you need help.”  Vali, feared by many as the blood god, chuffed at Tommy. 

 

“I’ll keep you safe, Tommy, ” Vali-Technoblade promised, “Welcome home.”

 

Notes:

Every once in a while my brain makes things without my permission. This is one of those things.

(Typos? in my fanfic i wrote instead of sleeping? oh no, im so embarrassed)

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