#Hallowtide Recommends

[lady-hallowtide]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne (Mentioned), Alfred Pennyworth (mentioned) - Character, Talia al Ghul (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, mainly no trip through time for bruce, Damian Wayne-centric, Damian Wayne is Not Robin, yet - Freeform, Tim Drake is Robin, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, offscreen, but he actually managed to convince damian he doesn't need to murder the others, Sibling Bonding, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Lazarus Pit Mad Jason Todd, he's past the fratricidal phase but he's still a goddamn mess, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Autistic Damian Wayne, Autistic Tim Drake, for srs the working title of this was 'autism to autism communication', Discussion of Morality, Actual Reasons For The Bats Not To Kill, besides their widdle feelings, timmy is like fifteen and dami is nine btw Summary:

"No one will actually explain Father's rules to me," Damian blurts out. "They tell me we don't kill, and killing is wrong, and Father would never do it, but no one ever actually says why! As if repeating the rule is the same as explaining it! As if I am supposed to just know, when I do not!"

Drake is quiet, eyes on something in the distance that Damian cannot see. "Damian, may I tell you a secret?"

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Oh my.

* the community label is incorrect, there are no dirty themes in this *

Happy belated Hallowtide, y’all.  Here’s another chapter, slowpokes :)

When - right after A cause for concern. You’re still at the table with Hershel and your glass of activated charcoal. S02 episodes Cherokee Rose + setup for Chupacabra.

What - Hershel just asked you if your brother Shane “is a cause for concern.” Turns out, Daryl walked in and heard. You also keep meaning to talk to Lori but there have been a lot of interruptions...

Relationships - slow cooker Daryl x You is in the works, of course. Right now y’all are at the cooking stage where Daryl just wants to hang out with his only friend :( but you keep being otherwise occupied. You even defend him to Hershel tonight. As for you and the gang, we got casual brotherly/sisterly affection between yourself, Shane, Rick, and Lori.

Perspective - still stuck in 2nd person You + 3rd person “one who often carries the crossbow”

TWs - some language and some alcohol use (Dary-bear)

Pronouns - they/them, feminine implied at times

Word count - it won’t irk you this time

Masterlist - capital idea considering all the references! Checking out the four chapters chronologically before this one (What were your nightmares about?, Better with a friend, Picking a flower = saving the day, and A cause for concern) as well as Too much thinking before bed, Part 2 is recommended.

Him

That old man is sharp. At least somebody else is seeing it.

Really, it’s as if Daryl could literally smell the bullshit during Shane’s little speech at the funeral.

Though, the other old man might see it, too. Dale. It was about a month ago he’d noticed that Dale stopped being chummy with Shane the way he was with everyone else, even to Daryl himself.

And Lori has seemed real uncomfortable around Shane, too, come to think of it.

Maybe he’s not as alone in seeing that guy’s hiding something as he first figured.

It just sucks that Y/N is having to admit that about their own family, if just to themself. And Daryl knows all about what it’s like to admit that shit about a brother, if just to himself.

Speak of the devil, Lori is now walking by him, quietly whispering, “How are you, Daryl?” as she scoots out the front door.

Dr. Farmer (his bad, he doesn’t remember Dr. Farmer’s actual name) tells his friend something about a ‘solution’ (?) and Y/N picks up the glass with black stuff in it and—ew, start to sip it through a straw. The hell is in there?

But before he can get a word out and ask, a high, small voice from behind him scares the shit out of him as it squeaks, “Why are you in here?”

He jumps, turns—and holding a choose-your-own-adventure book is the teenage girl, frowning at him and probably freaked out as fuck. Just look at her eyes, all wide and scared like a bush baby’s.

In a way that sounds kinda like she’s accusing him of something, she next questions, “Do you, um, n-need help findin’ Carl’s room?”

“Nah.”

...

...fuck, this is awkward.

Eyes still so wide they’ll probably fall out, her high little voice again squeaks, “What do you want, then?”

Lucky for him, saving his ass is Y/N’s voice. “Daryl? Hey.”

He takes a few steps toward the table, thinking to himself that it sounded like Y/N’s throat was tight but feeling relieved that he isn’t gonna have to talk to Baby Spice anymore/ever again.

“You here to tell Carl about the Cherokee roses, too?” they ask him with a teensy little smile.

No, I don’t know why I came in here but you’re my only goddamn friend and I knew you were in here. “Yeah.”

“Do you remember which room he’s in?”

I actually have to walk in there and talk to the kid now. “Yeah, s’the one with the little boy in it, right?”

Instead of finding that funny, they make a face that reads as annoyed and tired.

Psht. Getting annoyed himself, he marches down the hallway to the room where the kid is recovering while Y/N, dunno, probably keeps drinking that black sludge and gets interrogated by the old man more.

You

All Mr. Greene asked was if Shane would be ‘a cause for concern.’ That’s it. All you had to say that is that he’s going through a rough time, what is wrong with you?

You need to say something to explain why you couldn’t answer and you gotta figure out where the doctor was coming from in the first place.

“I ain’t cer — I am uncertain as to what your question meant, sir,” you say by way of asking for clarification.

“Simply if you feel that there is a cause for concern regarding him.”

“In what way?” croaks from your throat not much more substantially than a whisper.

But now Beth is joining you and her father at the table so nothing more is said.

She thanks you for the flour and tries to make polite conversation, you try to stay upbeat and friendly.

You’re grateful that her voice is soft, because the ringing in your ears is making sounds louder. Plus, her and Maggie’s accents are twangier like yours, so it makes you feel less self-conscious around her father.

You gulp the drink as fast as you can through the straw. That Mr. Greene mixed the charcoal with Tang and gave you a straw is helping to make it less gross.

And when you notice Beth’s holding a choose-your-own-adventure book, you and she start to have a normal, easy moment—until you feel Mr. Greene’s eyes on you and figure he wants you o-u-t.

So, you excuse yourself, thank him again, and stand up to go wash your glass and straw while hoping your dizziness isn’t too obvious in the way you walk as to upset Beth.

But the doctor stops you. (?)

“I was hopin’ to ask you a favor. Or enlist you, rather.”

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of your cup, you can sit back down,” Beth murmurs to you, and takes it from your hands.

You swallow and find your seat again. “What d’you need help with, Mr. Greene?”

He clasps his hands together on the table. “I gather you’re likely planning on searching for the missing child first thing tomorrow morning?”

“Yes.”

“Is it your intention to remain out for the entirety of the day?”

“No.” Oh my God, why did you just—“I meant, I don’t think it’ll, the, um—” please formulate a coherent sentence. “W-we’ll have re-combed the whole grid and further by the afternoon,” you stammer. “And with seven or, um, however many of us will be out again, I can come back. I ain’t writing Sophia off, doctor, I just know that my duties also lie elsewhere. We all have jobs to do.” Good enough. “Do you need me to stay with Carl?”

You thought you felt his stare burning holes in your face, but when you actually look at him, he’s got his eyes on the table, lost in thought.

“That your group has searched so thoroughly and for successive days, it likely means one thing — and you understand that, I can see it. But it doesn’t discredit the other entirely; perhaps that tomorrow the whole area will have been re-swept means you’ll finally recover her. Sophia.”

You have to cover your face with a hand and turn away. How many times are you gonna get close to tears, this is getting old.

Swallowing the latest lump in your throat, you dab your eye with the corner of your sleeve and nod. “We were going to,” sniff, “check the road off the trail tomorrow, then he — that’s Daryl — he mentioned going to the top of a ridge someplace near to get a high view.”

Mr. Greene looks so much less impatient and unwelcoming than he did before but you aren’t certain the reason. Even his body language has changed.

“There are no infected individuals in any of the houses on that road, I can tell you that,��� he informs you. “Otis went by that way more than a few times. There’s one home, however — it’s the one closest to the connecting road, northside. The family boarded it up because of that proximity, I would imagine.” He sighs. “No one answered Otis when he called from outside. It may be because they were newer to the area or perhaps there was somewhat of a language barrier, but the house is boarded securely and Otis never received any responses.” Scratching his eyelid, he finishes, “We decided to assume the Bardales left for a safe zone or perhaps a relative’s.”

“But the family might could still be inside,” you state more than ask. In what manner the family could be in, you neither state nor ask.

“There’s the potential,” he confirms. It seems as if he’s intending to say more but is having trouble doing so.

You wait.

He finishes slowly, “We aren’t certain if they caught the illness.”

Beth is coming back to the table with a snack-sized bag of barbecue chips. She offers to share, so you take one despite your newly discovered taste aversion. Chew. Swallow. Think of Amy and Jim and the Morales family.

“What I wanted to ask you was to help me give Carl a transfusion tomorrow. Now, I don’t know…” He stops talking entirely. “I don’t know if it’s an advisable thing. As we are aware, I am not a medical doctor—”

“—For humans,” you interrupt. He is a medical doctor and he saved your Carl’s life.

He unclasps his hands and holds his palms up. “I am a veterinarian and walking a fine line. Now: I know in some circumstances, anticoagulants are prescribed to postoperative patients who are at an increased risk of clotting. Carl, with his injury in that spot,” he shakes his head, “I cannot get it out of my head that he is at risk.”

His daughter loops her arm through his and rests her head on his shoulder as he takes a deep breathe. “And after the miracle we had in saving him, and the sacrifice it cost,” his tone sharpens when he says that part. You bow your head.

Then he exhales heavily and controlled. “My blood type matches his. Before his surgery, while he was still bleeding out, a transfusion from me would have killed him because I still take a daily anticoagulant. It’s a very low dose, but even that would have been too much for him. Now, however…”

“What risks would there be?” That Carl is alive is what’s keeping you sane and grounded.

“I do not believe he would be at risk of bleeding out with just one pint from me. We know that the stitch has held, and I have been restricting him from moving his core in order to maintain that, and I will insist upon it for a few more days.”

“What did Lori and Rick say?”

“I haven’t spoken to them yet. I suppose one could argue I was practicing the proposal with you.” Mr. Greene rubs the spot on his forehead in between his eyebrows. “If his parents agree, I would like both Patricia’s and your hands on deck. You take direction well, and have much more experience with human medical cases than Margaret.”

You must look as overwhelmed and unconvinced as you feel, because he shakes his head at you and goes on to say, “I’m telling you this in earnest. You did an extraordinary job getting that child’s vein on the first try, at a time when he was profoundly hypovolemic, not considering the emotional trial you were undergoing during the event and the two injuries you sustained in its onset that could have interfered.”

“There’s no need to butter me up, I’ll be there for him,” you mumble. Why is he suddenly being so generous with the compliments?

He appears to sigh again, and next turns to his daughter. “Beth, sweetheart, would you mind putting the tea kettle on for me? I want to ensure privacy while Y/N and I discuss some matters a bit further.”

That tiny seed of dread is still firmly rooted in your gut.

When you see in your side-vision that Beth is off in the kitchen, you state the prepared phrase quickly and quietly. “About your question earlier: Shane is a good and decent man, he simply hasn’t been himself.” There.

Mr. Greene gets that serious, discerning look on his face again. “Has he spoken to you about what happened that night? It must be weighing on him heavily.”

Your posture slumps and you can’t meet his gaze. “He ain’t even talked to Rick about it.”

The front door opens again.

Lori’s back from wherever she had gone. She looks like she’s close to passing out. You even begin to stand because she really doesn’t look well. “Lore, are you feelin’ alright?”

“Just feeling extra tired, honey,” is what she tells you as she walks blindly to the hallway, then stops and heads toward the kitchen. You sit down when you hear the faucet turn on.

“One last question for now, and I thank you for allowing me to do so. The man who walked into my house before, the one who often carries the crossbow?”

“Daryl,” you confirm, somewhat cautious.

“Will he be a problem?”

Your head is shaking ‘no’ before he’s finished asking. “He can come across as…” You shrug, unable to think of a word. “But he’s proven himself to be remarkably…good. My mama would call him a work-in-progress.”

But Mr. Greene’s response is completely justified. “I cannot help but somewhat wonder against your statement when I and my family all noticed the schutstaffel symbol on his motorcycle.”

Holding up your hands as if trying to prove your innocence, you explain, “It was his brother’s, he’s no longer with us. And we all hate it, too.” You grimace in disgust and mutter, “I don’t think Daryl even knows what it means.” With a peek at the doctor’s unreadable expression, you unhelpfully mention, “Glenn and I are keepin’ an eye out for black spray paint to fix it.”

Lori’s footsteps sound back down the hallway. The door to Carl’s room opens and closes.

“Do you feel safe around the man, Y/N?”

“Yes, oddly enough.”

“Why ‘oddly enough?’” he counters.

Is there a bright interrogation lamp over your head? “He comes across as otherwise, and he can be a hot-head,” you concede, shrugging one shoulder. “But he never leered at the women, and the kids didn’t feel uncomfortable or unsafe around him. He hunts for us, is teaching me how,” you go on, then feel testy enough to meet his gaze head-on. “And he’s spent more time out there searchin’ for Sophia than any of us.”

“He never made, um, I’ll call them ‘advances,’ toward you? I don’t know his inclinations, but Margaret is about your age, my Beth is even younger, and I likewise worry about Jimmy’s safety in that way. Their—” he cuts off as the front door opens yet again.

It’s Rick this time. He greets the two of you, pecks a kiss on your head, and goes down the hall.

Mr. Greene takes a moment as if he’s collecting his patience. “Their safety is paramount. And as you can imagine, having strange, angry, armed men tramping around my house and property feels like a very risky game.”

“He’s made none at all to me, and I-I don’t think to others, neither.” No way, y’all would have discussed that. Andrea would’ve been very outspoken about it if he’d ever stared at her chest, for one. “We would have discussed that.”

But whatever the thoughts in his head are, you can’t quite to read them in his expression. And he changes the subject.

“Thank you for your honesty,” he repeats, sighing. “Now, with your permission, I would like to reexamine your shoulder before sending you on your way.”

Him

He told the boy about the flower, all about the search, and even about having been lost for nine days when he was a kid. He sanitized it for Carl’s sake, obviously, made it seem like an adventure.

Sophia is his friend, he’d needed to hear it. At this point, everyone should know so they won’t write that little girl off as a goner.

Weird thing was, the teenage girl—sorry, ‘Beth’— had walked in there partway through and sat herself down as if she didn’t trust him to be alone with the boy.

He ignored her and kept telling Carl stories.

Now the kid’s asleep, still with his dad’s giant deputy hat on.

At one point, Carl fake-complained that “After this, it’ll be forever until they let me go hunting with you guys.”

So, he reminded him, “I told ya: be this tall or when your voice changes, then you can come with.”

Beth is reading her book, still sitting kinda stiff as if she’s nervous.

As for he himself, he’s just listening to a clock ticking and thinking that he wants a smoke and another beer and to not be around someone who doesn’t like him, even if it was just Baby Spice.

When Lori came back into the room with a glass of water, she looked paler than her kid, and that’s saying something. Carl’s about as tan as a sheep.

He didn’t think he should leave, to be honest, she looked so drained. So, he sat there.

Waited.

Wondered what the hell to do and felt awkward as fuck.

It can’t have been more than three minutes when Rick quietly steps into the room.

Relieved, Daryl stands up, grunts “Night,” before zooming out.

Trying not to stomp too loud, he walks out of the hall to find Dr. Farmer doing stuff with Y/N’s arm.

The old man straightens it. Positions it forward. Up. To the side. Up. Asks them to apply pressure from different angles. Has them twist their neck side to side, up and down.

Daryl leans against the wall and crosses his arms.

Sometimes it looks like it hurts them, sometimes not. They make eye contact with each other for a second. Y/N gives him a resigned look, he blankly offers a thumbs up in response.

Then he wonders what the hell he’s waiting for and to stop being creepy, and so stands back up and figures he’ll leave.

“It was mentioned before that your shoulder was previously injured?” the old man questions Y/N.

The door to Carl’s room clicks open again, Lori and Beth exit. Beth scurries away, Lori starts to make for the door.

“About a month-ish back,” Y/N replies.

“What was the mechanism of injury?”

“Um, we was tryin’—we were trying,” they rephrase it, less twangy than usual, “to escape from someplace with a…very shut door. We, um, the pain started after I rammed against it too hard.”

Lori stops where Y/N is sitting and lightly smooths some flyaways in their hair.

The old man makes a hm. “That was the original injury?”

And Lori cuts in, weirdly enough. “It was a slight twisting injury.” Softly, he can hear her murmur, “Honey, remember what happened a couple days before that?”

Y/N looks confused, then remember whatever it was. Their mouth opens, closes.

As he finally walks by and out the door, he ears them whisper all shy, “Th-that only bothered me for a few hours after.”

You

“A twisting injury makes much more sense for the other affected areas to which the pain is radiating, especially the neck and chest,” Mr. Greene affirms.

You didn’t even remember that your shoulder technically got hurt when you attacked Ed. After all, your jaw had been what was bothering you the most.

It’s still so wild to you that you’d gone so…wild.

“Lori, don’t let Carol know—oh, and Daryl, you neither,” you call in case he’s still in earshot. That woman can’t find out, she’ll blame herself.

“If you didn’t recall the initial injury as having been serious, consider it having been akin to small ding in a windshield. Minor impact or driving into a pothole in the road can lead to a bigger crack, and from there, much more serious damage at a moment’s notice. Likewise, having a small injury, even a barely noticeable tear, made the force against the, uh, door injure you more than it may have,” he explains, “which eventually, if the injury did not fully heal or heal properly, worsened still when you carried young Carl here.”

Lori kisses you on the head and places her hands on your shoulders, rubbing them gently.

“Now, I have just about zero knowledge of physical therapy, but Pat will remember the exercises Jimmy needed after a baseball injury last year to his shoulder. In fact, he went back outside to your group’s fire, you can ask him there. They may be helpful.” He stands. “Now, Lori, I’d please like to speak to you and Rick about something important.”

Him

When Y/N came out of the farmhouse, their brother sped over to them and helped them walk back. They ain’t even talking or nothing now, they’re just sitting quietly listening to the conversation and staring into the fire. By the looks of it, they’re dozing off a little against their brother’s shoulder.

Y/N had a silent, tiny cry soon after they first got back, too. Shane simply put his arm around them.

The basic way he’s noticed everybody handle that stuff was to just allow the person get the tears out in peace and not make a big deal about it. Maybe pat the person on the back or whatever but nothing dramatic. There are more reasons to cry these days, you know?

Anyway, Carol is warming up Y/N’s oatmeal.

As for himself, he’s just about to—wait a sec, only a few gulps left—ah, okay, yep, he’s done with his third beer of the night.

Except he doesn’t even have the spins yet, what bullshit. Why doesn’t he just go to bed?

It can’t be because he’s clinging, no way.

Aw, lil Darylina wants to feel like he belongs by clutching to his only friend like a little blankie.

Ugh, you know what? He could just have a fourth beer and shut up. Still got two left back at his tent, and he could crash after. He’ll need the full night’s rest if he’s gonna find Sophia tomorrow. Check out the road, check out the ridge, get that little girl back safe.

You

You must’ve fallen asleep because all you remember after you stopped sniffling was that suddenly Shane was tapping you so you’d sit up. He stood and quietly set off somewhere, passing Lori on his way.

Huh. Lori. You’d been dreaming that she was crying around the campfire. That must be because you had a cry and knew Lori wanted to talk—oh poop, you haven’t talked to her yet, have you?

As you blink a few times to clear the brain fog, Carol hands you a bowl of oatmeal. Smells yummy.

Lori sits by you. Carol hands her a bowl, too. She lifts her spoon but does nothing else. It’s as if she’s miles away as she stares at her boots.

“It’s true, my dad wore his Bulldogs jersey every Saturday,” you overhear Jimmy say. “I wish he could’ve, um…” He pauses when his voice cracks.

If this is where the conversation had been heading, it makes sense to you why your brother hurried off. The guilt from what happened with Otis. You brush away those horrible, heartless, stupid doubts in your head about what happened that night and pass Lori the unused glass by you that she’s gesturing to.

Lori holds out the glass and Carol pours him some of the Tang that Jimmy brought for you all in the pitcher. The kid takes a big gulp, and T-Dog  delicately taps Jimmy’s glass with his beer bottle in ‘cheers.’

“He would’ve been so excited to meet you, Mr. Douglas.”

“Nah, I ain’t nobody impressive, Jimmy. But your dad?” T-Dog’s serious expression warms into a grin. “The dude who volunteered on the regular to save lives? I woulda been honored to have met that man.”

Sniffing, Jimmy clears his throat and takes another few sips of his drink. Lori rubs his back a few times from where she’s kneeling, then gets up and sits back by you.

“His favorite game was the day after Thanksgiving, 1994. I was a baby so I can’t remember, but the way he retells the story every Thanksgiving makes me feel like I do.”

“That was a damn satisfying game, let me tell ya. Perfect way to finish the season.”

Cue Jimmy’s eyes to expand two times their normal size as T-Dog begins to chuckle.

“Were you…y-you were playing during that game? The Dawgs obliterated Georgia Tech, it was 48 to 10!”

“Hell yeah we did, kid.”

Him

The discussion morphed to video games and how the teenager’s never fired a gun “Other than in video games at my friend’s house.”

Proper farm boy, minus the part where he’d need to know his way around a rifle to deter hogs and all that. He had a BB gun, and “did skeet shooting with Dad’s shotgun a couple times? We used birdshot, so it was easy enough.”

That’s when Glenn and he hopped into a happy little discussion about…eh, Daryl isn’t sure. He needs to sleep.

Y/N is dosing again, otherwise they’d probably be just as excited to talk about whatever Glenn and farm boy are into. He’s still weirdly disappointed he didn’t get to talk with Y/N. Find out their big secret…or just hang and feel wanted.

Sweet baby Darylina, you getting all mopey? Are you PMSing, sugar?

Dale already excused himself to hit the sack, Lori looked like she was about to. That woman’s looked tired as fuck even before all that went down at the highway.

However, Y/N is accidentally using them as a pillow, and Lori has her head resting against Y/N’s with this look across her face like she’s having war flashbacks.

He closes his eyes for a moment as he stretches before standing up to just get back to his tent already.

…

…

…zzz...zzz…

You

“Honey,” softly whispered in your ear pulls you out of a similar dream to the one you woke from earlier, but this time, Lori was crying in the house and her older sister was with her. Mr. Greene was sitting at the table and frowning. Shane was trying to get inside. Mama was outside with him but had her hands covering her face.

Rick and you were by the door, but it was almost as if you were guarding it.

Dreams can be so creepy. And stupid, like, as soon as you saw Evie, you should’ve realized it wasn’t real life.

Back to the here and now, Glenn and Jimmy are really into whatever they’re talking about. Videogames? You’d probably be into it if you weren’t half-asleep.

Lori stands up. Hold up, are her eyes wet?

“You should head to bed, too, come on.” She holds her hand out to help you up. Taking it with your good arm, you hold on when you stand, and the two of you bid your goodnights to the group.

Aw, Daryl is asleep where he’s sitting, can you believe it?

Him

It’s when his head flops forward that he finds himself jolting awake.

Turns out, like his friend, he also fell asleep right there in front of the campfire.

Except now Y/N and Lori are gone.

…This night has been really annoying, just saying.

Actually standing up this time, he grunts what probably passes as a ‘goodnight’ and shuffles drowsily storms off to his tent, set apart from the others.

You

Ears still ringing, you walk slowly to your tent and wonder where Sophia’s sleeping. “I just had the funkiest dream, Lore. Evie was in it.”

The muscles in her arm tighten. “Evie?”

“She looked good. Had on civvies instead of a uniform.” You chuckle to keep it light. “She was hugging you.”

Lori runs her hand over her face. Once at your tent, she and wishes you a “Goodnight, Y/N,” and wraps her arms around you in an unusually tight embrace that she maintains.

“Did you wanna talk now?” you check. “We kept gettin’ interrupted.”

She avoids eye contact as she pulls back and assures you, “It-it’s okay, honey, it’s nothing.”

Memories of that strange night and morning at the CDC start replaying in the back of your mind. There’s a red flag waving with it, but maybe that’s due to your weird nap dream a few minutes ago.

Still, you offer, “I can talk about nothing, easy.”

She hesitates. Inhales.

But all she finally says, with a smile that doesn’t convince you, is, “I just need some sleep.”

White lie. You almost tell her she owes a quarter.

Her lip wobbles and she hugs you again, and you squeeze back as much as your shoulder will allow.

“I’ll see you at breakfast, honey, okay?”

“Make sure you sleep in, Miss Patricia mentioned that. G’night, Lori, love you.”

And as she pulls her button-down off her hips to put it back on, whatever was in her back pocket falls out.

Ha, why does she have a digital thermomet…oh.

Oh my.

Ohh my, okay. Okay.

That wasn’t a digital thermometer, a fact made clear by the way she scrambled to grab it when she realized it had fallen.

“Lori?”

You end up on the floor of your tent, sitting there dazed with your mouth open while the ringing in your ears seems to grow louder. She quickly crouches and pulls the door flap down.

She stops hiding the test and rests her hand in her lap as she sits beside you, her fingers gripping it tightly.

You stare at it.

Yep, it’s a pregnancy test.

It’s got the little plus sign, too.

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Tagged by @englishable for “describe yourself in four photos from your camera roll.”  Here’s a big tell -- I don’t have a smart phone!  So these photos are from an actual roll-of-camera-film.  I’ve been off the photography for a couple of months now, so these aren’t very recent, sorry.

1.  Last summer’s National Eisteddfod was held nearby.  This is an annual Welsh cultural festival.  Pictured: the bardic chair.  The Welsh-language speaker who wins the poetry competition will be honoured with a chair as in olden times.  I am American-Welsh and learning Cymraeg.

2.  The ruins of the Dark Age castle on the hill near where I live.  I actually studied Arthurian Literature which I don’t recommend if you want a practical career!

3.  I’m a parent to two special needs children.  It’s hard, but only in the way that “life is hard.”  Like, what are ya gonna do?

4.  I’m obsessed with Hallowtide -- Halloween, All Saints Day, and All Souls Day -- and each year it is a blur of costumes, candy-binging, pumpkins, graveyard-hopping, and masses for the dead.  Gotta get those indulgences, man.

I tag @esther-dot, @orangeflavoryawp, @knights-of-seven-light, and @han-not-solo, if they want to play!  No hard feelings if they pass, though.

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Master list: #hp/lv fic rec hub

Master list: #2016 hp/lv fic rec hub

As you can see, this is a listing of all the fics I have recommended so far. I did my best to omit those that were against the limits set by ghurahm (Underage and/or Rape) when recommending a fic in this hub, but there are many fics, so please forgive me if there is one that do not follow the guidelines. It will be up to the reader’s discretion to check the author’s warnings for things that are not your preference. I would also highly recommend looking through the author’s other works.

Use the hashtag (#hp/lv fic rec hub) to find the link and summary of each story. Refer to the part it is in (Part 1— Part __) to find it easier!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 1: #1—15 1. Dark Lion by HecatesKiss 2. 47 Days to Change (a translation) by snow_owl 3. For Voldemort and Valor by Acnara 4. Republic by eldritcher 5. The Consort Tournament by watermelonsmellinfellon 6. Again and Again by Athy 7. Of Monsters and Men by Clarisse(transnymphtaire) 8. Prancing Through Time by Lytri 9. How does it feel to fall, my precious angel? By TosMichiyo 10. Siren Song by The_Fictionist 11. Paper Tears by You_Light_The_Sky 12. Rebuilt by Terrific Lunacy 13. Shadowed Malice by Oceanbreeze7 14. Voldemort Goes Back to School by KisaraP 15. A Beast’s Virtue by Arliene ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 2: #16—30 16. The Fault of Boredom by tomrian (transnymphtaire) 17. Set the Sails (and don’t look back) by Terrific_Lunacy 18. Get Revenge (If It Doesn’t Kill You) by watermelonsmellinfellon 19. The Wand Chooses by DreamerEye 20. Field Theory by machiavelli 21. If Them’s the Rules by MayMarlow 22. The Train to Nowhere by MayMarlow 23. Don’t Fuck With Florists (They’ll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow 24. Lord of Time by DebsTheSlytherinSnapefan 25. Snake Whisper by Violet-san 26. The Nightmare Man by Tiro 27. Harry Potter and the Slytherin Connection by KyrstalRoze 28. Freefall by ladyoflilacs 29. Mirrored by brainstorm1001 30. Skinny Love by rightonthelimit ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 3: #31—45 31. No Slaughter Without Laughter by SonnyGietzel 32. The Spellmaker by SonnyGietzel 33. House of Snakes by flitterflutterfly 34. Tempus Fractae by HecatesKiss 35. A Semblance of Peace by Maeglin_Yedi 36. Forever is a Long Time by coconut90 37. Connubium by eldritcher 38. Eclipse by wynnebat 39. Hadrian Potter and the Daughters of Chronos by Hallowtide 40. Love’s Loathing by The_Fictionist 41. Counting Bodies Like Sheep by rightonthelimit 42. Harrymort Oneshots by Blessed_By_The_Goddess 43. Rain on my Wings by DeeDee 44. The Strongest Memory by DeeDee 45. A letter lost, a lover found by DeeDee ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 4: #46—60 46. New Start by kmoaton 47. Birds of a Feather by ReasonablyUnreasonable 48. To the Waters and the Wild by Paimpont 49. The Flaw in the Plan by Paimpont 50. To Kill You With a Kiss by Paimpont 51. A Soulless Solace by Angstier 52. Their Verdict of Vagaries by Angstier 53. Meant To Be by phoenixmaiden13 54. Dreams and Darkness Collide by Epic Solemnity 55. Death of Today by Epic Solemnity 56. New Way to Bleed by Epic Solemnity 57. In Wonderland by hyugahime 58. Butterfly Heart by The_Fictionist 59. Death is but the Next Great Adventure by ObsidianQuill 60. Seventeen Years by RenderedReverse ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 5: #61—75 61. Vision by kmoaton 62. Of Potions and Curses by Blood_Like_Rubies 63. The Elements of Lordship by RenderedReverse 64. In Lukewarm Water by RenderedReverse 65. Ice Crux by Hermione Prime 66. Inconsistency by RenderedReverse 67. The Darkness Within by kurinoone 68. A Shattered Prophecy by Project Dark Overlord 69. Kiss Starts With a K (and so does Kill) by fadingstarlight (Genveon) 70. The Portrait by DariaSilver 71. Stand Against the Moon by Batsutousai 72. Xerosis by Batsutousai 73. FeS2 by Shivani 74. The Bitter Hug of Mortality by She Who Cannot Be Turned 75. Little Gem by Infinite Ravens ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 6: #76—90 76. The Art of Hidden Personas by whitedwarf 77. Harry Potter and the Descent into Darkness by Athey 78. All For Show by Cannibal Inc 79. In Somno Vertitas by Ansketil and Lilacs 80. The Last Horcrux by Ansketil and Lilacs 81. Déguiser by Batsutousai 82. Broken by Batsutousai 83. Visionary by BC 84. No Glory by ObsidianPen 85. Mine by ObsidianPen 86. A Snake Named Voldemort by estalita11 87. Get Off My Back by BlasterBlurby 88. Forbidden Gate by MidnightEmber 89. Schooled by WyrdSmith 90. A Twist in Destiny by IAMGinny ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 7: #91—105 91. The Grey Phoenix by LeightAiden777 92. Irreversible Destiny by SheWolfe7 93. Enduring Obsession by whitedwarf 94. Oswald the Ottoman by lunakatrina 95. More Precious than Rubies by Strange_Soulmates 96. As Certain Dark Things Are to be Loved by Strange_Soulmates 97. Possession by Blood.Stained.Fingers 98. Deal With The Devil by Blood.Stained.Fingers 99. Descent by Blood.Stained.Fingers 100. Prince of the Dark Kingdom by Mizuni-sama 101. Lamia by penpenhooray 102. A Twist in Time by Paimpont 103. Harry Potter and the Accidental Horcrux by the Imaginizer 104. An I for an I by lordmarvoloriddle 105. Dabbling With The Dark by Nyx Mist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 8: #106—120 106. Paraselenic by EmpyrealFantasy 107. Noir Et Blanc by Tsurai Shi 108. Spiritus Mundi by Shaitanah 109. Locus by Shivani 110. One Winged Angel by Shivani 111. An Unwise Murder by Belgaris 112. Servants of the Malleus Maleficarum by Belgaris 113. The Broken Boy by behindthealias 114. Red Hood, Red Blood by Fairygirl34 115. The Final Horcrux by Majix.Trixx 116. Equivalent Exchange by Majix.Trixx 117. Our Greater Good by Felled_and_Fallen 118. October by The Carnivorous Muffin 119. Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus by The Carnivorous Muffin 120. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by The Carnivorous Muffin ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 9: #121—135 (Updated 3/11/17) 121. Guardian Angel by TosMichiyo 122. How does it feel to fall, my precious angel? by TosMichiyo 123. The Diary of Tom Riddle by BigJellyMonster 124. Unintended by NightmareThicket

(Updated 3/11/17) 125. Silk Roads by GenderlessPerson 126. Tender Tale of Darkness by Mara94 127. The wine-dark Sea by BrionyTallis (RobbieTurner) 128. Tainted Wings by Batsutousai 129. Love’s Loathing by The Fictionist 130. Moments by BigJellyMonster 131. One Way to Make Up by teecup_angel 132. The Dysfunctional Riddle Family by teecup_angel 133. and all I could hear was your pulse by belatrix 134. Magic Numbers by juliasejanus 135. Victory Day by WhiteWave14 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 10: #136—150 (Updated 4/1/17) 136. Inheritance by Midnight Ember 137. Some Other Beginning’s End by Beloved Shadow 138. Spider in your mind by DoYouMindIfISlytherin 139. To Persevere by HippoParty 140. Liquida Tenebris by DoYouMindIfISlytherin 141. Possess me by Ciiah 142. Harry Potter and The Ultimate Betrayal by DarkAngelsan 143. The Vitruvian Man by Mistress Slytherin 144. Entwine by Aaer 145. Visionary by BC 146. Schooled by WyrdSmith 147. Game over by Egyptian Dreamer 148. The Power of Obsessive Love by Zhu Yingtai 149. Paradise Lost by Neko-chan -Silvered Tongue 150. A Different Reality by Ethe ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Special Edition ~ {Dynamics} 1. Keep Your Enemies Closer by Riddletobien 2. Draught of the Living Death by HippoParty 3. Tender Tale of Darkness by Mara94 4. Victory Day by WhiteWave14 5. Feathers and Fireballs by Na'hiel 6. The Broken Boy by behindthealias 7. Solace in Shadows by The Fictionist 8. Embracing His True Self by DebTheSlytherinSnapeFan 9. Fate's Favorite by The Fictionist 10. Snake Whisper by Violet-san 11. Prince of the Dark Kingdom by Mizuni-sama 12. Oswald the Ottoman by lunakatrina 13. Ice Crux by Hermione Prime 14. How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Lord V by cheryl bites 15. Taken by Surprise by BabblingSquirrel

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Damian Wayne is Not Robin, (not yet...), Tim Drake is Robin (DCU), Good Older Sibling Tim Drake, he's been training for this for years, BAMF Tim Drake (DCU), Good Older Sibling Cassandra Cain, unbeknownst to damian, Damian Wayne-centric, POV Damian Wayne, Smart Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne Makes Different Choices, POV Bruce Wayne, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, just a sleep-deprived one, Fluff, but yknow in a batfam way Summary:

Damian has his orders: present himself to his father so that the Batman will finish his training and Damian can take his proper place at his father's right hand.

However, Damian has also had caution and the need to maintain an upper hand in every situation ingrained into him for even longer than he has known how to hold a sword. Accordingly, he takes his time once arrived in Gotham. He learns his father's patrol routes and not much else, but in the process begins studying the other vigilantes in Gotham—the other children in his father's life. Perhaps they will give him a better idea of how to please his father, and if they have been trained by Batman themselves, there may even be something of value they can teach Damian.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dreaming of Sunshine - Silver Queen, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Olana Chion, Nara Shikako Additional Tags: Silver Queen's Dreaming of Sunshine Universe, Dimension Travel, Worldbuilding Summary:

It should really be harder to take over a clone regiment. Shikako basically showed up, flashed her lightsaber - which wasn't even a real lightsaber - and clones were falling all over themselves to follow her orders.

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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Slade Wilson, Tim Drake & Rory Regan, Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Jack Drake, Janet Drake, Tim Drake's Parents, Tim's Emotional Support Bear - Character, Rory Regan, Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Time Travel, Age Regression/De-Aging, Manipulative Tim Drake, Grey Tim Drake, At Times Dark Tim Drake, Emotional Manipulation, Complicated Relationships, Well - Freeform, on Tim's part, No one else remembers it, Family Dynamics, Family Feels, Obsessive Behavior, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Brotherly Bonding, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff, Tim Drake Has a Good Time, Baby Tim Drake, Tim Drake loves his family, Kid Tim Drake, Protective Dick Grayson, Fluff and Angst, Child Neglect, Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early, Bad Things Happen To Bad People, Kid Dick Grayson, Kid Jason Todd, Kid Cassandra Cain, Kid Rory Regan, Kid Fic Summary:

Tim wakes up inexplicably in his two-year-old body. Which: odd. But just think, how many people would kill to have an opportunity to redo their life! And Tim has so much he wants to change, so much he wants. He wants to feel important to Bruce. He wants to be Dick's favorite. He wants Jason (his childhood hero) to think he's cool. He wants Damian to need him. And really, is it manipulation if his family benefits from it?

Or: He was halfway through the second trash can, when a startled “Good lord” caught him off guard. Tim glanced up, the rhythmic sucking of his pacifier coming to a still at the sight of a black Rolls Royce idling at the side road that lead to Wayne Manor. Alfred was staring at him from the over the car top, aghast. “Master Bruce, it’s not a raccoon.”

From the back seat, Bruce Wayne stared at him. Tim stared back.

Or: Tim is side tracked by his actual childish needs and wants, gets a whole bunch of his nannies fired, terrorizes his parents with a series of petty revenges, is an honest employer of one (1) newly minted murderer for hire, endears himself to – and thoroughly weirds out – the Waynes, and is generally just a petty, manipulative, vindictive, smol boy.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne (Mentioned), Dick Grayson (mentioned), The Joker (DCU) (mentioned) Additional Tags: aka The Joker (DCU) (deceased), Jason Todd is Red Hood, Tim Drake is Robin, Tim Drake Kills Joker (DCU), Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Canon Divergence - Jason Todd's Attack on Titans Tower, that one time dick also killed the joker, and batman did the least justifiable thing ever, Accidental Brother Acquisition, tim basically brought him joker's corpse like a cat bringing a dead bird, so now he has no choice but to adopt, Jason Todd is Tim Drake's Robin, and he's still his hero, a much fucking better one than batman Series: Part 4 of Red Hood's Robin Summary:

When there's a knock on the door of Jason's safehouse, he figures Black Mask managed to track him down and thinks he's clever. Instead of opening the door to a loaded automatic weapon, Jason finds a teenage boy he's never actually met but can still recognize despite one crucial detail:

He's covered in blood.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Jason Todd's Attack on Titans Tower, Alternate Universe - Age Changes, Kid Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Robin, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Protective Jason Todd, Protective Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, even if we only hear about it, Identity Reveal, Fluff, Comedy, bruce better have already filed them adoption papers, or else jason is gonna beat him to it, he'll have to fight dick for them though, Genius Tim Drake Summary:

He studied the Tower schematics very carefully, including the vent networks. Accordingly, Jason is already waiting in the upstairs lounge when Replacement emerges from the ceiling. "Thanks for dropping by, Rep-" Jason stops dead, staring at the Robin turning to face him.

That is. That is a whole child.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liǔ Qīnggē/Original Shěn Qīngqiū Characters: Liu Qingge, Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Yue Qingyuan, Liu Mingyan, Warm Red Pavilion Prostitutes (Scum Villain) Additional Tags: warnings for past rape/non-con and slavery, just regular Shen Jiu backstory things, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, set during their time as disciples, bit of a shen jiu character study, Marriage Series: Part 1 of Liujiu disciples-era marriage Summary:

Shen Jiu is drowning on Qing Jing Peak in his struggle to become Head Disciple and then hopefully Peak Lord. He's always been good at surviving but somehow can't help wanting more than that. He just wants to make the right decision.

(In which Shen Jiu is just trying to keep his head above water dealing with his faulty cultivation and capricious Shizun, has more than a few illuminating conversations with the brothel ladies, gets caught in a sex pollen disaster with Liu Qingge, and watches the other try their best to make it right.)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liǔ Qīnggē/Original Shěn Qīngqiū Characters: Liu Qingge, Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Liu Mingyan, Yue Qingyuan Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Prostitution, Slavery, actually quite fluffy despite the tags!, just regular Shen Jiu backstory things, Marriage, Happy Ending Summary:

Shen Jiu saves Liu Qingge's life. Liu Qingge isn't the type of person to let debts go unpaid.

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Luo Binghe/Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu Characters: Original Ning Yingying, Original Liu Mingyan, Sha Hualing, Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, Original Luo Binghe, Luo Binghe Additional Tags: Forced Feminization, Dubious Consent, System Based Shenanigans, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Binghe Ate A System or More, Smut, Ancient China, Courtly Love, I don't know what else, i'm sure there is more, Bingge is his own warning, Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu Has a Vagina, Intersex, Happy Ending, Generally not much conflict happening, but do mind the tags Summary:

Luo Binghe finds himself unsatisfied with his life after his wives attempt a coup and devises a plan to acquire a Shen Yuan of his very own.

"He couldn't help but think that his life and efforts amounted to nothing but a joke played out for the amusement of the Heavens. His efforts were nothing in the eyes of those he had done his best to protect. His entire life—from crawling his way out of the gutters of the small town he grew up in by the Luo River, from being saved only by the kindness of a woman whose life was dependent on the scraps given to her by her wealthy employers, his mother’s hands ever-calloused from scrubbing filth and sweat from the clothing of those too ignorant to realize how much work it took to keep their lives comfortable—his entire life was spent working his way into a position where no one could leave him stranded, begging on the street for a bowl of congee, and for what?"

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Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luo Binghe/Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu Characters: Luo Binghe, Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, Liu Qingge, Ning Yingying, Liu Mingyan Additional Tags: alternate transmigration au, Inner Courtyard Drama AU, Young Master SY, LBH manages to fulfill all the duties of a concubine except ever getting to put out, filial piety is practically its own character in this, CW: semi-accurate depictions of ancient Chinese slavery and marriage practices Summary:

Shen Yuan is reincarnated as a cannon fodder character and eventual murder victim in one of the whodunnit arcs in Proud Immortal Demon Way. Things escalate quickly.

Or: that one where young Luo Binghe’s career goal is ‘Bride’.

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Shen Yuan shut his eyes as a young man waiting to die in a hospital and opened them again as a wrinkly infant covered in substances best left unimagined.

[Welcome to the System! The System is based on the concept ‘YOU CAN YOU UP. NO CAN NO BB.’ We hope to provide you with a rewarding experience. It is our sincere hope that during the course of your adventure, you can achieve your desire to transform a ‘Stupid Novel’ into a high-end and impressive classic. We pray for your happiness,] a mechanical and inflectionless voice announced over the general hubbub of the group of women handling him. Then it added, somewhat more worryingly, [Error.]

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Nothing But The Dead And Dying (back in my little town) by Umei_no_Mai

Dan has just been rescued and is feeling a bit shorter than usual. Jason Todd has just been petitioned like he's a feudal warlord, which has never happened before but he could maybe get used to.

They can probably make this work so long as Batman doesn't stick his nose in. Yeah, like that'll happen.

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To dwell inside (a hearthfire heart) by Ellory

Senju Tobirama is not a samurai. He is not bound in oaths of honor. Yet, he finds himself revealing a long-kept secret to settle a debt with Uchiha Madara. A brother’s life for a brother’s life. That is the only reason he saves Uchiha Izuna from the Hagoromo.

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Targes of jubilant flame (have hung my heart) by Ellory

Allowing a child to die via non-interference is not, technically, child-hunting. However, Tobirama knows Madara well enough to be certain he will not care one whit for technicalities should his young kinsman perish while the Senju could easily turn the battle in Hikaku’s favor.