#EVEN THE TWINS ADOPTED FATHER LEFT???

[thekitsunesiren]

Dc x Dp #54

Dan wondered if he was about to keep most of his mind due to his own existence being an anomly amonst time itself, or if Clockwork somehow interevened because he believed that it was best he had his mind instead of being a complete child with his ridiculous powerset. Probably both, if Dan was being honest. Or should he say "Dante" now? Honestly, he knew his momma wasn't original, but seriously? Dante was the best he could do?

Momma-heh. Dan looked up at his younger counter part as he frantically moved around their small cramped apartment as he tried to wrangle Dani into her pajamas for bed. The younger child flying around and going intangible whenever her momma was too close to putting the clothes on her after their evening bath. It was domestic, somewhat, if you didn't know more about them.

Three out of four of their only kind in hiding. Hiding from those who don't understand them. Who wants to hurt them jsut because they are viewed as non sentient.

Danny could've left him alone. Simply take Dani and leave. But he didn't. He looked at him as a child. His child. Made sure he was just as safe as Dani as they disappeared from Amity and far away from the GIW. Now playing a happy family in one of the most crime ridden towns in the United States. Far enough for the GIW to not immediately look there

Dan remembers his original timeline. When he killed every hero, vigilante, and villain that stood in his way of greatness until there was nothing but weak humans who couldn't defeat him. Every alien invasion wasn't a threat, it was a work out to him. And it lead him to crave more. His need to fight. For Power. To become the strongest until there was nothing left. And yet, even then, the only person that could stop him was him.

Honestly, Dan didn't remember much during his reign. The heroes were strong, but not enough. Even the villains that turned against him weren't anything but a small distraction of the bigger things. But the biggest threat, unsurprisingly, were the bats.

Smart. Cunning. Stubborn. Put up a better fight than anyone else and got closer to anyone else to figuring out how to stop him. How to hold him down. How to make him bleed.

Yes, they lasted the longest out of all of them, and it wasn't until Dan stood over the remains of the infamous bat family did he realize: this was his family.

While only his ghost half, Dan still remembered being Danny. And more than that, he remembered Danyal: the shadow of the heir to the al Ghul name. Twin to Damien Wayne, but treated nothing but a shadow and a bodyguard.

Congratulated none for his efforts but punished twice as much for if Damien failed. He was nothing, while his brother was anything. Scars physically and mentally that he pushed into the back of his mind when he finally left the League. It was easy to see how little how they felt about him when none of them left.

When he left and was adopted by the Fenton's, everything was great. He actually succeeded about forgetting about his past life. Especially with all of the ghost business and trying to hide his identity from his parents.

But as he stood over the corpse of his brother, the youngest Robin, he wondered if Damien ever wondered about him. Wondered if he looked for him. Wondering if the great Batman knew he had another son out there. Would he turn him away if he did? Would he haved turned away Dan? It was too late to find the answers.

Until now that is.

Now, his future was a distant timeline. Broken and forgotten with no going back. But that didn't mean that the people weren't still here. He knew his father was Bruce Wayne. He just didn't know when Damien was introduced to the Wayne family.

Dan startled out of his thoughts when momma picked him up into his arm, Dani in the other dressed and snuggled against momma's chest in a sleepy daze.

He rested his head on momma's shoulder as he was carried into their small bedroom and tucked into bed. His eyes briefly closing as he felt cool lips press against his forehead in a goodnight kiss. A soft and fond voice wishing him and Dani a good night.

Dani responded but Dan stayed quiet. Not opening his eyes until the door clicked shut and his mommas ectoplasmic presenced lessened as he went to the next room. Then, his eyes opened to reveal a glowing red as he stared out the window into the cloudy and smog covered sky that was Gotham.

He was going to get the help his momma needed. He just hoped this trouble was worth that it was.

[op-sys-chaos]

DPxDC prompt (demon twins au)

A video from your son, the email was titled. Bruce was confused. Which of his kids would send a video to his public work email??

Bruce clicked play.

On the screen was a boy who look a lot like Damian, but most certainly wasn’t him.

“This video is for the eyes of Bruce Wayne only.

Hi Dad. I’m Danny. You likely don’t know I exist, and if you’re receiving this, I’m already dead. Well, more dead than I already was. Maybe it’s cruel of me to send you a message post-mortem, but you deserve the truth, and telling you earlier would’ve put you in danger.

This email is set to automatically send if I haven’t opened my computer for 3 days. I sometimes set it longer if I’m on vacation or expecting trouble, but I’ve mostly likely been away from home for a bit over three days if you’re receiving this.

I don’t know who killed me. Obviously. I’m recording this in advance. But it was probably either the GIW or my adoptive parents, the Fentons. I half-died at 14 and became a local ghost superhero, but they never realized I was trying to help and kept talking about tearing ghost-me apart molecule by molecule, so I bet that’s what happened. There will be nothing left of me to bury. Sorry about that!

The rest of the story is this. I was raised in an assassin cult, eventually escaping at the age of 6 when they sent me on mission and I successfully faked my death.

My biggest regret is that I escaped alone. And that’s the reason I’m reaching out to you.

You’re a civilian. If you know too much about the League of Assassins you’ll be in danger. But I need you to save my twin Damian. He’s likely still there after all these years. He never wanted to escape; he took pride in being the heir to the league. He’s probably going to be stabby; he’s an assassin after all. But it’s not his fault. Ra’s - our grandfather - brainwashed him a lot more than he brainwashed me because Damian was more susceptible to it. It’s not his fault. Please. Save him. I’m begging you. My biggest regret is leaving Damian in the league. You have a chance to save him. Please, please do it.

I wish it would’ve been safe for me to get to know you. You seem like a cool dad, from what I’ve seen of you on the news with your oldest kids. I bet you’re like that with the youngest you hide from the public too. I wish you all the best. Thank you for listening.

Your long lost almost certainly dead by now son, Danny Fenton.”

Bruce took a second to process this, then picked up his phone and dialed his youngest’s number.

“Father.”

“Damian, did you have a twin named Danny?”

“…Who told you?”

Bruce hung up and sent Damian the video. He needed a minute to process this anyway.

Damian called back a few minutes later, after watching the video.

“Father. I do not care what state he is in. We must discover exactly what happened to Danny. Even if there is only a single molecule left. We must discover the truth.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Damian.”

Dealer’s choice on whether Danny is alive. The few ideas I have for this are:

- they find him mid-vivisection and rescue him

- they find what’s left of him post-vivisection and post his core being crushed

- he’s perfectly fine and just forgot to open his computer (maybe clockwork made sure he forgot?) and now he’s panicking about the fact that his family knows about him and could be in danger. He wanted them to know he existed, not make themselves a walking target for the league by finding him and trying to bring him home!

- Jazz found the automatic email and, deciding to meddle in her brother’s life and him back to his family and maybe get a good parent for herself as a bonus, sent it early

- Technus decided to start shit and sent it while haunting Danny’s computer

- Clockwork screwed with time to make sure it got sent

Lmk what yall do with this!

[recycledraccoon]

What if....

Damien and Danyal Al Ghul are twins. Danyal takes heavily after Bruce but Damien is a perfect mix of their parents, and he came out of the artificial womb first, so Damien is decided to be the heir.

Growing up in the League is hard, but Damien excels in a way that Danyal doesn't, because for all the potential Danyal has, he hates the killing and there is a rebellious streak evident even as young as they are. A rebellious streak is a...very dangerous thing to have. Grandfather won't kill Danyal, for as ruthless as he is he doesn't kill his own lineage. But that is not to say that the additional "training" Danyal goes through is merciful.

Damien and Danyal love each other, not just as brothers but also in the way partners do when they don't even have to blink to anticipate the others actions in the midst of action. Which is why Damien, not even yet six, can see the way Danyal is being broken down under the burden of their joint legacy.

So many times, in so many of the universes in which he exists, Danyal Al Ghul is or is seemingly killed, of which is the catalyst for his escape from the League of Assassins, and his brother is left behind thinking him truly dead.

In this universe, when the Demon Twins are out on a training mission (an assassination of a target so easy it's beneath the League for anything other than the simplest of first training missions) a massive earthquake occurs.

They are alive at the end, but both their communication devices are beyond repair. Damien is more roughed up than Danyal at the end, but both are dirty and bloodied.

This is an unprecedented opportunity, of which Damien knows deep down he will never get again.

He loves his brother deeply, but Danyal is weak, always hesitating before the kill, hands shaking. Damien loves his brother and fighting side by side, but he values more the quiet moments when Danyal is looking at star maps and trying to match them up with the sky above their home or making snarky comments about their trainers under his breath. (After when they can't hear Damien doesn't laugh but Danyal always knows he agrees and is amused.)

Grandfather's and Mother's additional training to bring Danyal up to Damien's level is making Danyal go quiet and emotionless and Damien is selfish.

(Damien convinces his twin brother to leave the League of Assassins.)

Damien drags himself to the rendezvous point and returns home alone, reporting the target dead and his brother lost under rock in the quake, body unable to be recovered. He is colder, furious at the world and himself. He pushes and pushes and PUSHES himself. He is the last remaining of a set and he will prove himself perfect to carry the title of Heir perfectly and without reproach. He is more loyal day by day, the guilt his selfishness and betrayal of his family a deep sting he can't ignore.

Talia does search, but so many bodies were lost or unidentified inside mass graves. She grieves and then refocuses on her remaining son without looking back. Grandfather laments the loss, but cares little for the spare in the long run.

Meanwhile, Danyal hid himself long enough to sneak onto one of many transports filled with foreign aid. He is small and sneakier than any average stowaway, and remains undetected all the way to the US.

He doesn't go to Gotham to find his father, but picks a direction at random and leaves, until eventually he's picked up and put in the system. Bouncing around until one day, not long after he turns seven, the Dr.'s Fenton and their young daughter are visiting in their search to adopt their second child. (A combination of genetics and radiation from their earliest experiments in college leaving the pair with low fertility rates and very high risks if they ever did get pregnant. The two get procedures early on and adopt Jazz when she is still fairly young, but wait until she is a bit older before adopting again.)

Danyal Al Ghul had an older twin brother.

Daniel Fenton doesn't think he could handle having an older brother again, but an older sister is acceptable.

Danyal left to go full civilian, and when Damien had sent him off decided he would carry that knowledge to his grave if he must. He tells no one, and does not even mention ever having a twin when he goes to live with their Father in Gotham. If Mother did not tell Father of the deceased son, then neither will Damien.

Danyal Al Ghul is dead, and Damien will keep it that way.

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(The greatest secret is this: The two have never lost contact. It is very easy, during a natural disaster, to steal a pair of burner phones, each with one number only on them and prepaid with enough stolen funds to last years. Danny smuggles his with him in one piece, Damien smuggles his in pieces, ready to be hidden and repaired when necessary. He checks it scarcely, but every few months is enough to make sure his twin is alive. When he goes to live with Father in Gotham, they communicate a bit more frequently. This remains his most fiercely protected secret.)

[ink3dpag3s]

Demon twins AU: Chaos Edition

Danyal had hidden himself and ran away from the League of Assassins for his brother's safety when he realized their grandfather wouldn't let both of them live. He couldn't go to their father either since he knew it would get back to grandfather sooner rather than later, and he wasn't about to let his brother miss out on meeting the guy as well. So he hid, and he hid well. Danyal found his way to Amity Park, soon finding himself adopted by the fentons and renamed Daniel. Life went on as normal or as normal as it could be for the ex-assassin for quite a while. Then the accident happened, and he died, more like half of the way, but still, Danny became a hero like his father protecting both the ghosts and the living from each other. It had gone swimmingly and gave him a chance to practice what he learned growing up, his friends and older adopted sister helping along the way as well. He also knew it was only a matter of time before the elder fentons found out about his ghost half, and when it did shit hit the fan. Clockwork had done what he could to save danny, to save his king, even if that meant reversing his age to the first time he ever felt safe. What was unknown to either party was the fact that due to how he and his unknown twin were born when clockwork reversed his age and sent jazz to gotham in order to protect the two of them, it also reversed damien's age as well...

Clockwork: *Handing baby Danyal to his sister after Jazz knocked her parents out* He is your responsibility now. Protect him and find his birth father, for he can help.

Jazz: *Nodding, before stealing a car and heading to the only place she ever heard danny speak of when mentioning a part of his birth family* Time to head to Gotham little brother.

Meanwhile, over in Gotham when Danny's reversal happened.

Batfam: *Winding down and doing post patrol reports.*

Damien: *About to start giving his when a cloud of Lazarus green smoke enveloped him.*

Batfam: *Tensing and preparing for a battle cause what the fuck just happened*

Damien: *Once the Lazarus clouds vanish, he is left swimming in the robin outfit cause it no longer fits and gives off tiny little baby giggles.*

Batfam: *Collectively bluescreening* What the fuck?!

[lunaraindrop]

We Are Not The Kissing Space Twins

Fic by lunaraindrop

Now with an actual title!

The clock on his dashboard said 7:32 pm.

Steve didn’t know how to feel. He was just...numb. He left his house as if in a daze. The lasagna his mom tried to say was homemade, but he knew was secretly from Enzo's sat funny in his stomach.

His mom.

Legally, she was still his mother. Has been since the day after he was born.

His dad, too.

Legally, Steve was a Harrington.

He drove the Beemer aimlessly, until he came to a familiar trailer.

He knocked on the rickety door, silently kicking himself for not calling ahead to make sure he didn't disturb Wayne's sleep.

It was too late for that, though. Eddie opened the door. "Stevie! I thought you had that thing with your parents! I wasn't expecting..." The exuberant words of his friend trailed off and melted into a concerned silence. The man open the door widely and wedged his way through the doorway to put his arm around Steve's shoulders. He guided him to the couch, and sat both of them down in a clump.

"Steve, what happened?"

And Steve, so unsure how to feel about this situation, burst out an awkward laugh, even as tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.

"I'm apparently adopted? My biological mother is my mom's dead sister."

Eddie's eyes grew nearly to the size of dinner plates. "What?"

Steve turned to him, wild eyes and bitchy. "Yes! See? They acted like it was no big deal! 'Oh, Steven. It's time you knew that your father couldn't have children. We decided to adopt you when my sister died in that car accident. Please pass the peas.' Like, what the fuck do I do with that?!"

Eddie nodded to himself. "She died, and then they adopted you?"

The tears welled in his eyes. "She died while she was still pregnant! I was a premie. Since I was a boy, dad-Richard decided this was a 'prime opportunity' to have the Harrington name live on', or some shit."

Eddie held his friend close, then offered to get him a beer. They silently sipped from the bottles. Eddie could tell something else was weighing on Steve's mind, and knew he needed to give the guy a few moments to find the right words.

He wasn't disappointed.

"You know, Eds. That isn't even the worst of it?"

Not disappointed, but certainly surprised. "It gets worse that your parents never told you that you were adopted, and your birth mother is actually your deceased aunt?"

Steve nodded before taking a large pull. "Uh, yeah. Apparently, I'm also a twin."

Eddie nearly dropped his bottle. "A-a twin? A twin! There's two of you out there?"

That actually earned him a rueful smile. "I have a twin *sister*, dumbass."

Eddie nodded in what he pretended to in a sage way. "Yes, that makes sense. The world could not survive the charm and hair of two Steve's. That's like having two suns. We would not survive!"

Tension lifting for just a second, Steve playfully shoved his secret crush, blushing just a little.

"Ha ha. But speaking of the charm...what if I'm like Luke Skywalker?"

Eddie furrowed his brows. "How'd you mean?"

Steve flexed his hand in his lap, staring at the other boy with fear. "I've dated a lot of girls, Eddie. What if...what if I've kissed my sister?!"

Eddie reared back. "Oh! Eww! Steve, why?!"

Steve flailed. "It's a valid concern!"

Grasping at straws to wipe *that* thought from the boy he love's face, he blurted out, "Maybe your secret twin is a lesbian?"

Part 2

[lilghostiequinni]

Becoming

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Pregnant!female reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, Pregnancy

Summary: Little tellings for your pregnancy before and after Lando's envolvement

Requested: NO / yes

When you got pregnant, you expected it to be with someone you loved and someone who loved you genuinely and wholeheartedly.

Also, you expected it to be further in the future because you hadn't found that person yet.

But instead of doing that, you got pregnant from a one-night stand turned not-so-friends with benefits.

When you found out, you cut all contact with Lando, saying you wanted to start moving on with your life and to find someone to build your future with.

Lando, at first, didn't take this information kindly, he wanted to deny that you didn't want him anymore, to deny that he wasn't enough for you.

In truth, he was more than enough for you, you just didn't know if he wanted the same thing.

If he wanted you the same way you wanted him.

You even left Monaco, only coming back to the country when you knew he would be gone, and it didn't help that Kelly was one of your best friends.

It was hard not to tell her who the father of your baby was while also making sure she didn't tell Max, who you were sure would also tell Lando, about your pregnancy.

You knew it was wrong to keep his child from him, but you didn't want to, you couldn't, face the rejection that you were awaited if you told the McLaren driver the truth.

When you found out when that stick showed two lines after minutes of waiting, you were riddled with anxiety of the impendingness of being a mother when you had very little to do with your own.

Your birth mother gave you up for adoption, then wanted you back because she was dying.

Your father married someone else, well he was married to someone else, and she was more your mother and your birth mother.

But in those moments after finding out about the baby, the moments of contemplating your entire existence and whether you wanted to be a mother or not, you thought of someone hurting the little life growing in you, and you just knew that you never wanted someone to hurt the little thing.

You held tears in your eyes as you called your ex-step-mom, asking her for help.

You didn't want to be like your birth mother, and your ex-step-mother told you that you were different.

You were better because just worrying about what you could be was a good sign in a different direction from your mother.

When you learned that you were having twins rather than a singleton, you wanted nothing more than to tell Lando because he needed to be there, but something held you back.

You held off on trying to contact him to tell him for a little longer, that's what you did every time the thought crossed your mind, "hold off just a little longer, it isn't the right time to tell him," "he's too busy to worry about me."

Thoughts like that ran through your head every single time you thought of telling Lando.

When the babies first learned to kick, you were brought to tears about not having Lando there to feel it too, to be there for all the firsts that you knew you wouldn't want to miss.

So, you told Kelly that it was fine to tell Max, that you were finally going to tell Lando, even if he didn't believe you, he deserved to know.

And you did, you told Lando, but he said he needed time to think about it because you lost the trust from him.

You understood, but it still broke your heart.

You gave him the space that he asked of you, letting him come to you on his own time.

He heard from Max that you were pregnant just a week later, telling Lando all that Kelly had told him just a few days before.

It was just days after that that Lando called you and asked to meet up, and you did.

When the two of you talked, you felt the twins kicking and you didn't want to interrupt what Lando was telling you, but Lando knew you too well.

He knew that something was happening in the way you tried so hard to keep the pain, happiness, and uncomfort from your face, but he knew you too well to be able to hide what you were feeling from him.

You just shook your head when he questioned you about it, saying it was nothing.

But about 5 minutes later, you caved and told him how the babies were kicking every time that he spoke, they would kick.

He asked if he could feel, and you told him yes.

He came and sat next to you and felt every kick, which the two started to kick more when he put his hand on your stomach.

This is the point when the word babies caught up with him.

He asked about it, and you told him it was twins, not just one baby.

He was the key to your happiness, and his forgiveness is what you would work for for the rest of your life if you had to.

Lando asked about your next appointment, which you said was after this little get-together to talk about your pregnancy with him.

He asked if he could come, and you said it was also his babies, so of course, you didn't want to keep them from him anymore.

The two of you went to your appointment, and you told the technician that you wanted to know the gender if Lando wanted to know.

When the doctor was looking at the ultrasound machine, she put on the sound to hear the heartbeats.

You looked at Lando and saw he had tears in his eyes and was happy, looking at your stomach, not the scan.

He looked at you and kissed your forehead, saying it was going to be alright, that he wouldn't leave, that he loved you.

You told him that you would like to go slow to earn the trust that you lost back.

A/N: A personal poll from last week (From the Summer)

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The Wayne Twins

Twin!Damian Wayne x Twin!Reader

Summary: a requested story on how Damian and Reader are twins. Talia gave up reader to Bruce, but kept Damian secretly. Damian arrives in and finally meets his father and sister.

A/n: Honestly I was so stuck with this request so I kinda just left it with an abrupt end, I tried my darnedest.

Damian has a strong held belief that his family dynamic is incredibly messy. Future psychologists will use the Al Ghul Family as a case study in their research… figuratively of course, no one can know of the Al Ghul family- let alone their issues.

Damians swears he’s not just some angsty pre-teen cursing his family for being the worst. His grandfather is the head of an elite assassination and expects him to take over the family business… killing people. Try having a narcissistic mother who started training her newborn before the umbilical cord was even cut and kills you at any given point as part of your training only to bring you back to life in the Lazarus pit... yeah, it’s messy.

Even worse. Try having a father, who no one dares to speak of. Did Damian’s father abandon him? Or is he dead? Does he even know about Damian? Does he even care?

Damian wasn’t sure. And it was clear that no one was going to supply any answers.

If Damian wanted to meet his father, he’ll have no choice but to seek him out. It was evident his mother was never intending to share any information for the foreseeable future.

Finally.

After months of unrelenting search, Damian finally uncovered the truth.

Bruce Wayne, Gothams wealthiest man is his biological father. And really, Damian isn’t surprised his father is so accomplished, it’s all simple genetics.

But the real cut-throat realisation came when Damian realised that Bruce was unaware of Damian’s existence, and that Bruce had other adopted children in his place.

Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake and Y/n Wayne.

As the rightful heir, there’s nothing more frustrating than seeing others gain what is rightfully yours.

But it wasn’t until Damian stood at the front door of Wayne Manner had he realised with great certainty that Y/n might actually be a blood relative.

Ignoring the fact they look nothing alike, Y/n had similar features to Bruce, or maybe it’s that Y/n had the same mannerisms as her father. Considering she was pictured with Bruce since a baby, it’s natural to pick up the same behavioural mannerisms as the person who raised you.

“Okay kid- how’d you get over the electric fence, laser sensors and bypass security cameras?” You drawl taking a slurp of your boxed juice as you stare out boredly at the unexpected visitor.

“Kid?! We are the same age!” Damian defends as you look down at him from the tip of your nose.

“Hmmm- sureeee…” Your condescending tone grates irritably on Damian’s nerves.

“I am here to reinstate my rightful place as father’s legitimate blood-son.” Your face sours as you stare down at Damian.

“Oh yeah? Who’s your mother?” You snort decisively. There’s no fucking way you’d even entertain such a claim.

“Tahlia Al Ghul.”

Well shit.

[enigmaris]

Reading a lot of DPxDC fics lately, heres my take on the Danny is Damian's twin AU:

Danny was injured to near death and left for dead by the League as a young boy. Ra's only wanted one heir and Danny was less bloodthirsty than Damian, so it was decided that Danny had to go.

Danny is found and taken to a hospital in Illinois, barely alive. He is saved and wakes up with basically no memories of where he was from and speaking a rare dialect of arabic that none of the cops investigating his case can identify. What words Danny does know in english are concerning so the cops figure Danny was being held by some sort of murder, death cult.

The investigation runs cold and Danny is sent to foster care once his injuries heal. He is then adopted by the fentons and moves to Amity Park. As he grows the only clear memories he has of his past is another boy his age who he felt safe with. He knows the other boy is important to him but not why. He cant even really remember his face, certainly not his name. Danny always felt shitty that he couldnt remember the other boy because if he did, then the cops would have rescued him from the murder death cult too. Instead the other boy is presumably there and getting hurt all the time like Danny was.

Danny gets his powers like normal at 14 and decides that now that he has superpowers he absolutely has to save that other boy. Sam and Tucker help him gather clues, he starts to remember a bit more. He remembers the word ahki and realizes that the other boy is his brother!! Which just really enhances Dannys need to save him from the murder death cult. Eventually Tucker finds a picture of Damian Wayne and Danny is like thats him. Thats my brother.

Wait.

Bruce Wayne is his brothers dad???

Bruce Wayne is a rich fruitloop like Vlad obviously, so he is probably a member of the murder cult. Danny has to rescue his brother from the illuminati.

Cue Sam going to a socialite dinner in gotham much to her parents delight. Getting close to Damian by talking about animal rights, slipping him some sleeping pills in his vegan food. Tucker hacking into the gala and causing a commotion. Danny lugging an unconscious Damian out of the Gala and into the GAV ( no, his parents dont know why he borrowed the car or where he is).

Damian wakes up and immediately tries to attack Danny thinking hes a clone. Danny is like woah shit no its me! Its your brother. Damian is like Danyal is dead. Danny is like obviously not. Now chill out im rescuing you from the cult.

Damian, who has been secrectly mourning his twin for years, has never heard anyone call the League of Assassins a cult. He has to reevaluate a lot of things while Danny drives the GAV out of Gotham as fast as he can. Danny explains his whole backstory and how he is sorry he didnt come to save Damian earlier, his memories were gone but he had never forgotten how important Damian was to him. Damian doesnt do emotions on a good day and is unable to handle that like a normal person.

"Father isnt part of the cult, Danyal."

"Hes a billionaire from Gotham, of course he is!"

Damian who has fought many rich people from gotham, all of whom were evil, tries to find an explanation that isnt 'our dad is batman'. Danny isnt listening to any of it, promising Damian that he will be safe from the murder cult in Amity.

Damian eventually gets out that their mother was in the cult and their father didn't know about them. Danny pulls the GAV over and looks at Damian.

"Did i just kidnap you for no reason?"

"It was a kind gesture at least Danyal."

"Fuck. I just kidnapped bruce wayne's kid in the middle of a gala, am i super villain now?"

"Not if you take me home. Father will understand Danyal."

"I dont want to go to jail!"

Damian gives Danny the address to Wayne Manor and Danny drives to Bristol.

When they walk inside Damian now has to explain the whole 'had a dead brother i never told you about' thing to a less than amused batfam.

Danny introduces himself to Bruce and says that he has an adopted family back in illinois, but that he would be happy to get to know Bruce, also sorry about the kidnapping i dont normally do that i thought you were part of the illumimati and i had to rescue my brother.

Bruce just hopes this kid is normal.

(Hint: he's not)

[dollwhite]

Face of another

[ aunt reader ] chapter 3

Seems like you didn’t do enough research on them. Bruce adopted another child, he had a problem. You were going to talk to him about that before leaving, but the boy seems to be about 15-16?

Maybe you could try and guess were the hell bruce found this one, in a villain attack? No there hasn’t been one of those in a while. And it seems he is quite comfortable, maybe he was adopted a few months back?

Found in crime Alley? No Jason would have found him first, and if he had? Oh he would never let Bruce adopt him.

From a one nightstand that died? Nah most women would have told Bruce the were pregnant, and get some money.

Parents Died in an accident? Maybe, possibly the closest one yet.

You were so in your thoughts, you didn’t hear.—Alfred call your name

“ oh apology’s, I didn’t hear you?” You said gently.

“Oh lady Al ghul, I was just asking if you planed on staying for dinner?” Alfred asked, sipping on his tea.

“Oh please call me, [reader]. But I will not be joking you all, as I have some ‘work’ to do.”

The rest if the family was silent, but who could blame them? Having your grandfather ask the twin of the daughter of the demon head to stay the night? Someone who you didn’t know existed until today?

Oh you would be livid, if that had been you. But father wasn’t like that thankfully.

“Ah that’s a shame—“ Alfred was saying before being caught off by Damian. That must have been something he learned from the Wayne family, your father and sister would never teach him that.

“Auntie I would like to come with you.” Damian announced.

“Well I don’t see why not, but you will have to get your father’s permission first. I don’t want him throwing a fit”

You could feel Bruce’s gaze on you, but did you care? Oh not one bit.

“Father may I go with auntie?”

A sigh came out of Bruce’s mouth before he finally said yes after thinking on it for a while. Damian know how to protect himself, and if you really were born into the league than you should know how to fight.

“ Reader I have been meaning to ask you this, how did you find that batcave?” Bruce asked he known you were Talia’s ‘twin’ but.

From what his been observing, it seems like you hadn’t had contact with the league for years. And that includes Talia, and maybe even the demons head himself.

“Don’t worry about it, I won’t give the location out.” You said sipping on your tea, Alfred had left a little while ago. Leaving you all alone in awkward silence.

The only only one that tried having a conversation with you, was Damian and that was no surprise.

“Keep him safe” Bruce said stoping you in your tracks. Damian was already sitting in the car waiting on you to get in. Swiftly turning your head around, you say

“I always do.” A smile took you face, instantly reminded Bruce of the mother of his son. He didn’t seem to realize you both look alike, the face of another..

The face he once loved.

Guysss I’m trying to get into the yandere part faster, but idk howawwww. Idk why I disappeared for like 3-4 days? Can u guys tell Bruce is slowly starting to get obsessed?? 😏 FUCK I forgot about adding my taglist!

Tag list: @lazyemmy @ninihrtss @tsuniio @jsprien213

[rainintheevening]

EXCUSE me, how about the parallel in the Hobbit between Aragorn and Legolas watching their (adoptive in Aragorn's case) fathers go off to war and waiting at home for them to come back??

Like Elrond's entrance in The Hobbit movie is returning from an orc hunt, and all I could imagine was little Estel running to greet him (and the twins, you can't tell me the twins weren't in that hunting party, they'd never pass up a chance at hunting orc). And then Elrond goes to aid Gandalf at Dol Guldur, so imagine Estel dogging the twins' heels for the days it takes their father to return. Estel only being able to sleep the second night from sheer exhaustion, falling asleep on Elladan's shoulder. Not knowing where Elrond went or why, but knowing it's very very serious. And when Elrond returns, all weary and grave and even fearful, Estel is the first to greet him, throwing himself at him with a hug, and Elrond holds the child tight, tight, because he is suddenly stricken with the knowledge that facing that evil will be little Estel's destiny, so he hides his face in the dark hair for a moment, and breathes in time with the boy.

I don't see Legolas being at the Battle of the Five Armies, he was definitely at home, safe, the crown prince left in charge of his people, watching the warriors go, but staying true to his father's orders. Worried, for reasons he can't explain, sensing how the darkness in the South has grown, but not knowing why or how. He keeps his head, but hardly sleeps for the week or two his father is gone. And just imagine the joy and relief Legolas feels when his father comes riding home safe! Imagine Thranduil’s relief that Legolas was back home safe, when so many fair Wood-elves spilled their blood at the foot of the Lonely Mountain, so many lives were lost. But also the sinking feeling that this might have been the last time he could keep his son from battle on a great scale, and there are much darker days ahead for Middle-Earth.

Little Aragorn and younger Legolas waiting and watching for their fathers to come home from war, when one day they'll go off to war together, and their fathers will be the ones welcoming them back.

Just... yeah. Indulge my book/movie mashup parallels.😭😭

[radiance1]

The ghost king has not been summoned for millennia. No body but the beings of the Infinite Realms knew the exact reason why, but one day he just stopped answering all at once.

It was a sudden thing, a sudden thing that interrupted the plans of many cults who wished for the end of the world.

On that note, it was a recent thing, but the summoning worked, and no one knew why the ghost king left. The Justice League were quick to a stop to that information from being spread to the best of their ability.

But it was too late.

So instead, they stopped any summoning they could. But the JL, while large, is not omnipresent, a summoning happened in Gotham and, while most heroes aren't allowed in.

This was the exception, they needed fire power in case the Ghost King decided to burn the world down, instead of leaving like he did before.

They expected a few things.

Meeting Robin's younger half-brother and his father were not one of them.

Pariah Dark, the Ghost King that was said to have ruled the Infinite Realms with an iron fist and was a known tyrant, was the adopted father to Danny, Robin's younger brother that he hasn't contacted in a long time.

Robin, of course, had questions about this. Where were the two scientists that Danny was supposed to be keeping an eye on because of their meddling with ectoplasm (ectoplasm and Lazarus Water aren't the same thing here)? Why has he been adopted by a ghost powerful enough to be called upon to burn the world? Is Danny now Pariah Dark's heir?

The answers?

The scientists along with their daughter- Danny's sister, died (Nasty Burger explosion, didn't leave behind ghosts). He was adopted because he interested and impressed Pariah Dark enough that he claimed him to be his child, and yes, Danny can be called Pariah Dark's heir and the prince to the Infinite Realms.

Though he will never be king.

Robin is.... pleased, to say the least by the latter information. Though he won't show it, he's glad that his younger brother won't be killed off because now he has importance in the eyes of the League, though the scientists dying (as well as his sister and friends) wasn't something he found himself too pleased with.

He also was not pleased with the state his brother was in. Far too dark circles under his eyes, barely able to stand on his feet when he wasn't levitating, constantly rubbing his eyes. Robin didn't even ask as he grabbed his brother's arm and it felt... hm.

Yes, he didn't like the state his brother was in.

So he said so. More like he insulted his brother for letting himself, the younger of the demon twins and what would've been the heir had Damian not beaten him (again, Danny never held back and Damian was just better), fall to such a state.

Meanwhile, the heroes are both confused, concerned and still tense at this situation because of the Ghost King standing silently in the circle at the opposite end of the room. Watching them, assessing them, before intently watching the interaction between his son and Robin.

Meanwhile, Pariah is thinking is he should yoink this one too. He was not aware that his son had any other relatives of any kind, much less a half-brother, and he could tell that the boy was a fine warrior.

Both by human standards, and his own.

The way he carried himself, his expression, the look in his eyes, the weapons he could tell that were hidden around the boy's body and his armor- while unique, he could find himself being amused that this own at least had proper armor rather than some contraption of metal that-while very powerful, seemed more of a hindrance than a help in a drawn-out battle.

Well, Pariah Dark found himself wanting and, by the looks of things. His child seems very comfortable around his brother, so would he be opposed to having said comfort around all the time?

[confused-squishy]

I have come to bless you all with another DPXDC idea!

Demon Twins AU/Protective Big Brother Damian

I'm reading a fic on A03 (Alfred and the Attic Squatters. It's really good.) In the fic, Damian explains how Jason was sent away for almost killing him. So what if Jason actually kills Damian's younger twin brother Daniel? Damian is so full of grief because while he tried saving his twin. It wasn't enough. Jason was just too much for his five year old body.

When Talia finds out, she sends Jason away in fear he'll kill Damian next and dips Daniel (Danny) into the Lazuras pit. While Danny comes back, he's weak, and Talia knows her father would just have Danny killed off again. So she sends Danny off to be with his father. Knowing her beloved would protect their youngest son. She tells Damian that she sent Daniel off to be with their father and that Danny is safe.

Except, Danny never makes it to Bruce much less, Gotham. An accident happened with the people Talia sent to give Danny to Bruce, and none of them made it to Gotham. Instead, they left Danny on the steps of The Fenten's. Years go by, and Talia never checked if Daniel made it. Worried, it'll alert her father about Danny. Imagine her horror/surprise when she drops Damian off and asks to see Danny.

~

Both Talia and Damian stood frozen at the news. "Whose Daniel?" Bruce's face was full of confusion. "Daniel. My younger twin brother. There was an.... accident, and he was sent off to Gotham to be with you." Bruce's face quickly changed to worried horror.

"I-I never got him. He never came to me." Talia felt as if she was dumped into artic water. If Daniel never made it to Bruce, did he even make it to Gotham? Where was their baby boy? Damian had already been told of his weak state and how it'll be up to him to keep Daniel safe. But if Daniel never made it to Bruce there was no telling where he ended up. She just hopes Daniel is okay.

~

Wide glowing green eyes stared at his "parents" in disbelief. They didn't care if he was Danny. They didn't care if he was their "son." They only cared about their research and taking him apart. He struggled against the binding on the metal table. He hopes Jazz comes home soon he doesn't know how much longer he can keep them busy. He wishes his big brother was here. Damian always knew what to do in these situations. Damian always kept him safe however he could.

A loud wail like scream was released when the scalpel started cutting into his chest. The wail echoed across the realms. Eventually, the wail reached a young boy who froze mid-training. His adopted siblings turned worried when his eyes glowed, and he faced turned to one of complete rage.

(You can add to this if you want. I just want a good prompt/fic of protective big brother Damian that would do anything to get his precious baby brother back to his side)

[omgfangirlland]

I need part two of the Talia twin reader!

Reader meeting the justice League or Bruce and reader attending a gala but some of the villains like lex tries to hit on her.. I need an overprotective Damien to reader 👺

-🔱

Continuation of this drabble!

On a completely different plane of existence- sunflower seeds are so addictive. I open one bag, and in five minutes, the seeds are gone, and I'm left with regrets and salty lips.

You knew Bruce was Batman, that man can't lie to your face about whether or not he drank water that day, let alone him being a vigilante- his little adoption problem was- more of a surprise. You didn't notice it as a pattern, not at first, not when a tense Bruce stepped into the library with a very quiet Richard Grayson.

The boy had a greeting on his tongue, but it caught in his throat as his eyes landed on you. Bruce seemed- cold. Stern like his own father, but much colder- he truly thought he'd be a lonely rich man.

"Hi-" Bruce cleared his throat when his voice cracked, and Dick thought he was dreaming. What is happening right now? This is not the same man he met a few hours ago.

"Well, hello there. And you are?" The boy answered softly, meek, could barely look you in your eyes. "It's nice meeting you, Dick. And will you be staying with us long?"

Dick looked up at the man, as if asking him to answer, but Bruce just kneeled down to his height, placing a hand on the kid's shoulder. "You can stay here for as long as you want. We'll gladly take care of you as long as you'll have us- and if you don't want to stay here-"

Bruce was nervous, rambling about the many choices Dick has, and you just sighed, intrerrupting your dear husband. "I'd love for you to stay." You got up and walked to the boy, holding out your hand. "Come on, I'll show you to the room closest to ours. If anything happens during the night, you can come straight to us, but for now, I think we all should sleep and talk tomorrow."

Dick took your hand, immediately sticking to your side, letting you lead him out of the library. Bruce squeaked as you dug your finger in his rib, and Dick snorted, hiding his smile from the man in your hand. This can't be that bad.

And it was better than expected. It took a while for young Richard to stop sleeping with you two- the boy always snuck into your room at night- but neither of you were complaining, happy to see the boy trust you so much.

And sure, there were a lot of hiccups, but he could always gossip about Bruce with auntie Talia. But there was always something nagging at the back of his head.

"Why haven't you and Bruce officially adopted me?" He had asked one day as he kept you company in your office, and you just smiled at him, running a hand through his soft hair. "Is that something you want? We didn't want to overstep, it felt wrong to just force that upon you when you just lost your parents."

"I'd love it if you two did." He whispered, eyes getting teary. Your eyes looked through a drawer you opened. "Have you ever seen Bruce cry?" Dick frowned, lip trembling as he asked what that had to do with the topic of the conversation.

"Because I think you'll enjoy it." His breath hitched as he read over the papers you handed to him. Adoption papers. Adoption papers filed on the very next day he came to the manor, your signature already on it- all it needed was Bruce's.

Both Bruce and Dick cried that evening, and Alfred took a lot of photos and videos.

Then Jason came, and while Dick was still salty about letting the Robin mantle go, your excitement over his new costume as Nightwing made it disappear.

While it took a while for little Richard to be clingy, Jason was so from the start. It hurt to see him go searching for his biological mom.

Now- Ra's and Brcue were still at each other's throats, but your father's loyalty will always be his girls' first. As soon as he found out what Joker was about to plan, he snitched. Jason still got his shit wrecked but he enjoyed seeing his ma beat the fun out of Joker while auntie Talia dealt with the bomb.

"I'm sorry, mama. I shouldn't have-" Jason finally spoke once they were in the Batmobile, but you just shushed him, prepping his bruised face with soft kisses. He had nothing to be sorry about... Bruce did bench him, but it didn't last long.

"I think I'll take the red hood monocle. What do you think, mom?"

"Wha- Red Hood? What about my opinion?"

"Dad, we both know the only opinions that matter in this house are Alfred's and mom's."

Bruce looked at Dick, but the young man just looked at his plate, stuffing his mouth with more and more food. "I think it's fitting. It'll annoy the clown and kind of keep up Bruce's thing- the-" You waved your hand trying to find the correct word. "- thing of naming yourself around something that scared you-"

Jason wanted to argue, but only huffed and continued to munch.

Tim- well... you just woke up with him one night on the balcony with a tired and pouting Bruce. "Hello, madame Wayne. I'm not here to be adopted- I just want to be Robin." He smiled up at you, walked past, and took one of the empty rooms near your room.

Bruce just moved closer to you, wrapped his arms around you, and buried his face in your neck, groaning softly as he nudged you towards the bed. He refused to tell you how he met Tim, but you found out from the boy.

Bruce slipped from the ledge, hitting his jaw on a twin building and almost breaking his back on the fire escape railing. Tim was worried Bruce had died as the man just sat for a while, rag-dolled, on the bent railing, reevaluating his life choices.

By the time Cassandra came, you were pregnant with Damian, and the girl REFUSED to leave your side, she was worse than Talia, but you couldn't be mad at the young girl, not when she'd snuggle against you and look up at you with those surprised eyes every time Damian kicked.

Duke was the lucky charm(in your words) that made your water break after nine long months of the kids, Alfred, Bruce, and your father and sister essentially haunting you just to make sure everything was ok. Duke was terrified when your water broke, the teen almost crying the whole way to the hospital.

Your kids, all of them, yes, even you, Barbara, Steph- were all overprotective to some degree, but Damian was over the top right from birth.

The doctors couldn't touch you without him fussing, and he sure as hell didn't appreciate being taken away from you, thank you very much. Sadly, not even his father was free from his judgment.

Every time Bruce would try to kiss you or snuggle close to you, Damian's eyes would stare the man right down, his hands, if free, reaching to pull the man away. Disturbing his time with ummi like this- the audacity.

You, teaching him to attack on command, didn't help either- the boy would eagerly look at you for any sight of the command when Bruce was holding him, waiting to nibble with his gums on his father's face.

As he grew, he got more used to his father, siblings, and other family members(he still pulled on Ra's goatee). But his mortal enemies, Oliver Queen and Lex Luthor, had no break from the toddler, becoming more of a menace to them when he started walking and talking.

And Bruce loved it.

"Momma's a queen. You're bald. Ew." He'd said once to Luthor(after kicking his shin), and Bruce didn't excuse them both to reprimand his boy, no- he laughed and rewarded him. "But don't tell mom, she'll make you apologize." And Damian was okay with keeping that secret.

Oliver Queen was terrified of the boy. He was just talking to you one night at a gala, enjoying life and all that, then he saw this little blob of black running for him, and as soon as he realized it was Damian Fucking Wayne, he ran away faster than the Flash. The last time he let the boy near him, Damian almost bit a finger off.

"Huh, guess he had to leave." You shrug as you pick up your youngest, setting him on your hip. Damian immediately wrapped his little arms around your neck and hid his smile in your neck.

[sleepy-gamer-mom]

Pro-hero Shoto was tired. Who knew that handling the hero agency all by himself would be so exhausting? You two took over his father's agency a couple of years ago and you decided to rather take care of the paperwork and some more of the manager's tasks than to do actual hero work. So you had fewer missions, fewer patrols. In addition you became some sort of the healer of the agency due to the healing part of your Quirk. However ever since you went on maternity leave Shoto had to take care of everything by himself.

Pro-hero Shoto was tired and wanted nothing more than to press his face into your chest and sleep. It was his favorite position but it became less comfortable ever since your stomach grew bigger due to your twin boys. Nevertheless Shoto always found a way to hug you and shove his face right in between your boobs even if a bit awkwardly. Your pregnancy made them bigger and therefore more comfortable.

Shoto developed this adorable habit way back to when you first started dating. Actually this was how your father found out about your relationship: Shoto was innocently sleeping with his face into your chest and you were scrolling on your phone when your father barged into your room. Thankfully it was the Shoto and you earned only a raised eyebrow from your father who then quietly left you two alone. If it had been someone else, well, they wouldn't have seen another day.

Back to the present day. Pro-hero Shoto was on his way out of the agency passing by the reception desk to finally go home when he heard his name.

Everybody in the former Endeavor agency knew that the new receptionist girl had a huge fat crush on Shoto. She was a fresh high school graduate and the younger sister of Burnin. Shoto owed her father a favor so was asked to hire the girl so she'd have at least some real work experience. The girl wasn't bad, she actually was polite and nice, but her obsession with Shoto could cause some trouble one day.

“I have to show this to Shoto, he should know!” The receptionist girl was showing something on her phone to her older sister.

“Show me what?” His monotone voice startled the girls.

Burnin tried to snatch her sister's phone out of her hands but the younger was faster. She shoved her phone to his face to show some photos.

“Look!”

Shoto looked. There were you in the photo sitting at the café with a clearly older man with black hair. The second photo was you leaving the café with the same man helping you to descend the stairs with one of his hands on your back and the other holding yours. The third photo was him giving you a forehead kiss while you were smiling. You were so beautiful wearing your favorite dress designed specifically for the late months of pregnancy.

Shoto looked at you and he still couldn't believe you were his. You have been together for ten years now, since your first year in UA, and he still couldn't believe you chose him out of all your peers.

“... about this now! I mean, the kids may not even be yours! I'm so sorry, Shoto!”

Shoto finally turned away from the phone to look at the girl. Her sister was covering her mouth with her hands and looked both terrified and amused.

“What are you saying?”

“I'm saying, your wife is clearly cheating on you! She may be pregnant with kids that are not yours!”

Shoto pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He was too tired to deal with this nonsense now but if not, this girl would spread ridiculous rumors about you and damage your reputation. Not that anyone in their right mind would believe it but still.

“Do you know how this man is?”

The girl shook her head.

“This is pro-hero Eraserhead. He was my teacher back in UA. He is her father”

“Huh???”

“This is her father and my father-in-law” Shoto repeated exasperatedly.

“But… but he is too young to be her father! He cannot be older than forty!”

Shoto signed again. This was taking too much time.

“She was adopted when she was ten. Now send me the last photo, it's cute”

The receptionist girl stood there dumbfounded.

Shoto turned to the door and said over his shoulder:

“And don't stalk my wife”

Todoroki Shoto was exhausted but he was finally on his way home, to you.

[amarmoria]

Love and Legion

Summary: 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 ���𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒔 adopted you almost 14 years ago, after a catastrophic invasion of your country from the two tyrannic Twin Emperors of Rome, only just two years after sending her son away, she can't help but feel pity and guilt at a little child who was just a years younger than her son should've been right now and in an indisputable argument with some of the senators, she successfully stole you away from the hands of your unknown parents.

Lucilla meets her beloved husband and courageous General, 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 many years later, and marries him in hopes of finding protection and love she once seeked in another-- and she did of course. Only a few years later when tensions began brewing between you and your beloved 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑-𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, a tension that should not and should've never existed in the first place.

And even more chaos prevails when 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐, a Gladiator brought by the war catches your mother's undivided attention. You don't know why she's so interested in some vicious gladiator until you confronted him to cure the growing dislike h̶a̶t̶r̶e̶d̶ you have towards him.

𝑨 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑-𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 '𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐' 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝐹𝑖𝑐

➪ 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘺.

➪ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝙁𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡, 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

➪ 𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 1 𝘢𝘯𝘥 2.

➪ 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴.

Series Masterlist

You don't know why you remember so little from before. You recall only Lucilla, your now adoptive mother, cradling you back to her tent, washing off the dirt and grime from you in her tub, you remember feeling like you forgot something, not like you can remember everything you did when you were 5, only a glimpse of your faceless 'parents'.

You remember a big argument from the outside, you heard voices yelling and squabbling, one which belonged to your mother while her maids tended to your food and clothes. You remember her looking so tired but pleased after an hour of arguing.

Then she proceeded to help you with your hair, twisting and braiding and vice versa as she hummed that beautiful song she sang to you every single night after that.

"You're an Aurelius now. My daughter. My Carissima"

Then just several years later, you were standing in mere spaces behind your mother, and her groom, General Marcus Aurelius, feared but not feared, the one who leads rome's army to victory every time.

You were wearing a dress, an exact copy of your mother's. Your attire mirrored almost every detail of hers, a reflection of your bond. While your mother's dress was woven from fine, unblemished white wool, and tied with the intricate Knot of Hercules, yours was simpler, its fabric softened and unadorned, lacking the symbolic complexity  but retaining the elegance.

Your hair, though styled in the same six braids as your mother’s, was left without the ornate pins and embellishments that crowned the bride.

Instead of the full flammeum that veiled your mother, you wore a delicate orange scarf that draped lightly over your shoulders, the hue a faint echo of your mother’s fiery veil. A small garland of fresh flowers circled your head, a token of your innocence and role as a silent witness to the sacred union.

You held your breath during the whole ceremony, even as your mother said those words that would finally hammer the nail.

"Ubi tu Gaius, ego Gaia"

'Where you are Gaius, I am Gaia'

Despite your initial resistance over having a new father— step-father, you can't deny your mother her love, because one day you'll have to find one yourself, and marry him and move in with him and leave your mother alone. But now she has her spouse, her husband, you're not sure if you're relieved or worried.

The day after the occasion you moved into his mansion, and to your surprise he had you made a room of yourself, not that you had one at home, you didn't really know him, or talk to him, but he went out of his way to carve you a space in his home, maybe that earned him point to you.

You jumped out behind your mother's back and ran around the spacious chamber, almost forgetting they were there. You hastily got on the bed that looked almost too tall to be one and bounced and bounced, even your bed at home didn't make you bounce this high.

Out the corner of your eye you see Acacius approaching the foot of the bed, his arms crossed each other as his smile widens impossibly big, he didn't have that much grey hair then, but he looked very young and joyful, you see your mother just farther behind him at the doorframe admiring the both of you.

You knew it was then she wanted both of you to get along, and you love your mother so much you didn't want to disappoint her. Your initial impression of him was questionable, the first thing that came up your mind was that he was evil, and he'd lock you down the dungeon and torture you like those step-parent books you read, and one that caught your eye was the story of Rhodopis.

And just moments later you bounced to him and jumped, you snorted at the face he made when you landed on him, your hands coiled around his neck, going in for a hug.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You heard him laugh above you as his arms circle around your back, trapping you in a hug.

You shivered involuntarily as his fingers ghost the skin of your back. Maybe that's where it started? Everything that went on then as the years came by, you didn't draw attention to it, just pondering and pondering what it was.

Then years later you're here, standing beside your mother as she held a small white cloth to her tear stained eyes, a lavender in her other hand occupying her nose to cancel out the foul smell of Rome, you sneezed a second time, does Rome even know how to bathe?

Your thoughts were stolen away when you heard Acacius's heavy boots approaching. He was wearing this dazzling bright red cape with intricate gold embroidery in the edges, it was clasped together with a gold plated pendant. His heavy black armor designed with Medusa's head at front with gold clicked expensively as he nears the two of you, you notice how gold was also lined on the edges of his armour a big sign that he is a general.

You wonder if this time they were going to a bigger country, seeing how many battalions Acacius had behind him, they were boarding the ship one by one and the others were carrying the boxes loaded with weapons.

He didn't wear his helm yet so his curls bounced as he halted in front of you. And even if your mother was already hugging him, it felt as though his eyes were still on you, you fiddled with your dress while looking down, opting to stare at the interesting floor than look into his rounded brown gaze.

You thought he'd leave then, after bidding your mother and you goodbye, but he paused as your mother seperated from him, busy wiping her tears and refilling her lavender, you hear him laugh, his chest rumbling in the armour, his knees slightly crouch to your view, but you don't budge as you avoid his eyes still.

He suddenly reached out, his rough, calloused fingers brushing against your jaw with surprising gentleness. Slowly, he lifted your chin, coaxing you to meet his gaze. The motion was subtle but deliberate, his touch firm yet tender as it guided your face upward.

You hesitated for a moment, your eyes flickering to his lips, before your gaze finally rose to meet his. The world around them seemed to fade as his eyes locked with yours, an unspoken tension thickening the air between you and him.

"A-acacius—"

"Won't you bid me goodbye, amor?" He whispered a breath, his voice soft and low as his head tilts to the side, almost like teasing you.

"I-I was. But I wanted mother to go first." You murmured, practically embarrassed he even noticed.

"I shall be away for a good while," He clears his throat, straightening his attire.

You nod, fiddling with your dress yet again. "How long?"

"I've no certain count, but I'll be back," he paused, smiling warmly. "And quick."

You return his smile, laughing gently. "Of course you are, you're the invinsible general,"

"Oh? Am i now?"

"Yes, you are, don't try to humble it." Your smile grows wider as he laughs. "I don't think I understand what you're saying, Amor."

You roll your eyes, folding your arms over your chest. "Don't fool me, old man"

"You're calling me old now?"

"Aren't you?"

He was about to retort a comeback when you mother strided to where you were.

"Safe travels, my love," she sighs. "We will pray for you,"

"I will, Caro" he leans down to take her hand, kissing the bones of her knuckles. And for a split second you see him look to your direction "I will."

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[tolkien-povs]

One thing about Kidnap-Fam?

It's how four broken souls had a few years of reprieve, before they went on to becoming even more broken.

It's about the emotions involved. Maedhros is severely traumatised. Maglor is in immense grief. Both brothers don't even want to live — their only reason for life is the Silmaril, and after Elrond and Elros, they just left it for "later".

Elrond and Elros witnessed the killing and blood spilled of their family, from their adopters. These boys are traumatised. They're too young to understand grief, yet they experience it.

And these broken twins are taken in, adopted, cared for, fostered by the murderers of their clan. On their end, it's trauma, hate, exhaustion, and reluctant trust.

Maedhros and Maglor may have made negotiations with Elwing about her twin sons. They provide for the twins, run behind them, and even foster them — although initially it is reluctant. To these brothers, the twins are mere burdens.

But as they grow closer, as they understand each other, their grief and trauma are festered into a love so deep, they were willing to let go of each other to keep each other safe.

It's how in the beginning, Maedhros and Maglor saw Elrond and Elros as political burdens, but in the end, they were a blessing, and a source of temporary healing for them all.

It's tragic that they don't have a happily ever after. However, they enjoyed every moment spent, and that in itself is a respite, a happiness no matter how twisted it started.

All I can think of are Maedhros's last moments. When he threw himself into the fire, was he thinking that for children like Elros and Elrond, his passing would make the world better? Was he reminded of Eluréd and Elurín, whom he failed to find, and in a twisted turn of fate, found and cared for their nephews? Was he thinking about Maglor, about his family?

All I can think of are Maglor's thoughts when he threw the Silmaril into the sea. Was he cursing himself and his family? Did he think that by drowning the stone, perhaps he and the twins could have had a happier ending? Was he lamenting the lives he took, only for the Silmaril to slip from his hands, all to go in vain, his brothers and father gone, his mother a whole world away, his deeds unforgivable? Did he think he was too horrible for death, so he chose the utter torment of life?

And Elros and Elrond. What did they think when their guardians left? Did they feel abandoned? Angered? Resentful? Or did they understand, and mourn for what they didn't and could have?

For Maedhros and Maglor, time spent with the twins was short. Too short.

For Elrond and Elros, time spent with the brotbers was long lived, but not as long as they thought when they grew older.

They all do have a happy ending, though. Perhaps Maedhros met Elros briefly in death. Perhaps Maglor met Elrond briefly before Elrond left for the Grey Havens. Perhaps, when the world will be remade, or by some miracle wherein the Valar are more merciful and allow the Fourth Age to see the Kinslayers re-embodied, they may have a reunion.

One thing is for certain, in Tolkien's stories, when people love each other, no force in the world can tear them apart. They may be separated, but they will always get back to each other somehow.