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sinsandsweetness · 1 year ago

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Please for the love of god write something about Rick chasing the reader down in the woods I’d DIE

(Rick and Daryl x fem!reader)

cw- reader already has a baby with the boys, reader being chased in a maze, threesome, smut, slight breeding kink… think that’s all…

notes- happy Halloween! This is a fun little one shot placed in Alexandria. It is a follow up of “taking turns” however you don’t need to read it to read this. It’s just the same relationship, a couple years later. I had a few requests for a follow up and for some chasing/hunting vibes so… here you go! I won’t lie this is a bit rushed and not proofread at all so I apologize for any errors or if it’s not my best… but i hope you enjoy and tell me what you think<3

“Alright,” Rick breathes out with a sigh, dropping the large box onto the ground. Daryl right behind him with another.

The kids run over. Judith, at just 4 years old, Gracie, Sam, Carl and a few of the older kids and teens in Alexandria. Your own baby coos in your arms. Incoherent, yet adorable babbles leave her mouth, with chubby little hands grabbing into the air in the direction of her daddy.

While Rick cuts open the cardboard box of costumes, Daryl sneaks away from the cluster of children, all way too excited to get their hands on a cape and a mask. Or a dress and a tiara.

“C’mhere, sweetheart,” he grabs your daughter from your arms. Immediately she’s smiling all big and giggling into his jacket.

“Were you good for your mama while I was gone?” He whispers against her dark curls before pressing a kiss to her head.

“She just missed you, I think.” You respond. In reality, she was fussy. You figured that would happen after two nights without her dad. Daryl definitely being her favourite parent.

The kids are noisy as they ooh and awe and fight over the Halloween costumes.

Rick finally makes his own escape with a costume cowboy hat on his head.

“Hey, officer,” you tip your head up for a kiss as he wraps his arms around your waist. Eager to hug you. To touch you.

He stays holding you for a moment. Just soaking in your warmth.

“Miss me?”

“Every minute.” He confirms against your mouth for one last kiss, before moving to kiss your daughters cheek.

“How’s our little princess?” He asks to no one in particular.

“She missed her daddies. Kept me up all night.”

“What?” Rick faked a shocked tone, “our little princess would never. That doesn’t sound like her at all, does it?” He runs his hand over her hair and plants a kiss on her head.

You roll your eyes but your smile peaks out anyway. The sight of your men being such good fathers will never fail to make you smile.

“Daddy! Daddy look!” Judith’s high pitched voice brings attention as she tugs at Ricks pant leg.

When the three of you turn to look, she’s dressed in a unicorn onesie. Adorable. A bit warm for the weather. But adorable.

Rick picks her up with a groan, “oh my goodness, almost too big for this, aren’t you?”

She nuzzles into Ricks chest, little arms wrapping around his neck.

“I think someone needs a little snooze before all the festivities tonight, hm? You feelin’ a little tired, Judy?” He asks her. You don’t hear anything but you see the white fluffy ears on her hood move up and down as she nods into her fathers shirt.

“This little rascal should have one too.” You nod towards your own sleepy girl, “I can go put em’ both down for a nap.”

“Nah, I’ll do it.” Daryl insists.

“Are you sure-“

“I’ve got it.” He scoops Judith up in one arm, balanced on his hip and very happy to be carried to bed. A snuggly little 6 month old on his other. He starts off upstairs and leaves you and Rick in the living room. Surrounded by a foam sword fight battle that appears to have ensued between a couple ninja turtles and a fairy Princess.

The whole reason for Rick and Daryl’s last run was to find these costumes. Among other Halloween decorations and as much candy as they could salvage. Anything to make it a special day. To show the kids what things used to be like. To remind the ones who did know, exactly how fun the holidays were. You weren’t even sure it was Halloween. Sure, the leaves were beautiful tones of orange and yellow, falling to the ground and crunching beneath your shoes. But you arent sure what day it was. Honestly, you arent entirely sure what month it is. However, according to Eugene’s calendar, It is in fact the 31st of October.

Ricks head tips low to your ear and he whispers an invitation to go shower. He needs to clean up. And he really wouldn’t mind some company.

“Carol,” he turns for a moment and nods to her in the kitchen, prepping some food for tonight. “Can you…” he motions to the living room full of children running around. Carol nods and you can hear her telling them to beat it and go play outside while you’re led up the stairs by the hand.

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The party is supposed to start at 7. Carol offered to take your daughter for the night, to give you some time off. To have fun. To go to sleep early if that’s what you wanted.

It’s a bit cold out. So you’re in a cream knit sweater and some jeans. A pair of cheap bunny ears are on your head. Your daughter is dressed in the smallest costume you could find in the box, a plush orange carrot. And she’s the cutest carrot you’ve ever seen, that’s for sure.

There’s wine. Lots. And food. And candy. Eugene is setting up a spooky film to be played on a projecter in the middle of Alexandria. A few bonfires surround the yard, scattered with jack-o-lanterns. Carved and lit up with tea lights and glowing eyes.

It’s beautiful. Slightly spooky. And so familiar. It’s everything you remember about Halloween.

An arm snaking around your waist startles you as you sip on your wine. But the smell of smoke and leather soothes you quickly.

“Hey,” Daryl says. You turn to face him, only slightly confused as his voice is being muffled by something.

He’s wearing a mask. A scream mask more specifically. The rest of his attire is typical. His leather jacket on, though no vest tonight. Dark jeans and boots.

“Mmm, spooky.” You lean in and press a quick peck to the white plastic. You can’t see him smile under the mask, but you know it’s there.

Another arm wraps around your waist from the other side. It’s Rick. You know by the thick brown jacket brushing against you. He’s also in costume, wearing a Friday the 13th hockey mask.

“Well hello, Jason,” you tease.

“You scared yet?”

“Should I be?” You ask. Though you’re pretty sure you know the answer.

Rick opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by some commotion from the yard.

Eugene has a microphone, standing on a picnic table and telling the crowd to sit down and get comfy. That the movie will be starting in two minutes.

“Well, are you two ready for some Hocus Pocus?” You ask.

They look at eachother through the masks. What the hell are they plotting?

“What…?” You finally ask.

“We were thinking… maybe we could do something a little different.”

“What, you wanna watch something else?”

“Not quite,” Daryl chimes in, “we were thinking that while everyone is watching the movie, the three of us can make our way through the corn maze.”

The maze is outside the walls of Alexandria. A bit dangerous, but it was part of the fun. The kids had all had their turns in it earlier in the day, heavily supervised by adults and parents. Ones with weapons and training for situations outside the safety of the walls.

“You want us to all get lost in the maze?” You bite your bottom lip and smile.

“We want you to get lost in the maze,” Daryl corrects you.

Rick dips down to your ear and lowers his voice, “and we’ll try and find you. Play a little game.”

“Grown up hide and seek?” You ask. Heat raising to your cheeks at the thought of what they want to do once they find you.

“Exactly.”

You swallow, looking back to the yard where the kids are all lid out in sleeping bags and on blankets. Focused on the film playing in the dark.

“Ok.”

“We’ll give you a two minute head start,” Rick hands you a switch blade. Just incase. Nodding towards the back fence, where you know you can sneak out without being caught. Your heart is already starting to race a little at the thought of having to hide. At the thought of them searching for you. Hunting you down. And Daryl’s little comment when you start off towards the fence doesn’t help either,

“Good luck, little bunny.”

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It’s pitch black when you reach the maze. Actually, as soon as you made it over the wall and into the woods, it was dark. But inside the maze, the stalks of corn all towering over 10 feet tall and fluttering creepily in the breeze. The only light you can see is a faint glow from the moon. And even then, it’s only when you’re out of the shadows.

You walk into the maze. Immediately met by multiple twists and turns. You weren’t one of the supervisors earlier, so you really didn’t know the route. The straw and leaves crunch under your feet as you walk further into the maze. A quick, brisk walk trying to find the best place to hide. Or, if you’re lucky, to find the end of the maze before the boys even get in.

But you know that’s unrealistic. And you’re sure your two minutes must be up because you can hear them. Footsteps and muffled voices behind a couple walls of corn. Shit.

You start to walk faster. A borderline jog at this point, trying to keep your footing light.

It didn’t occur to you until now how easy it’ll be for them to find you. Daryl’s a hunter for Christ sake. He’ll be able to track your path through the maze in no time.

They’re closer.

Fuck.

You have to run. You can hear their voices. They’re so close.

“You’re gonna have to be quicker than that, baby.” Ricks voice rings out towards you. He’s on the other side of the wall. Through the thick corn stalks and the pitch black of the night, you can’t make out exactly where he is. But he’s close.

You run.

And they follow right after.

The sound of their footsteps is clearer and clearer the further away from Alexandria you get. And the further into the maze.

You shriek at the feeling of a hand on your sweater, jolting forward and starting to sprint. It was Daryl. He’s behind you.

And though him and Rick are both stronger, you have one advantage. You’re faster.

Over your shoulder as you sprint you can see them. White masks still on, glowing in the moonlight.

“Fuck”, you swear to yourself when you

come to a dead end. You only have two options. Turn around, or be caught. They couldn’t be more than a few seconds away.

Without really thinking, you shove your way through the stalks. Catching on every leaf and stick, but ultimately coming out the other side without a scrape.

You can’t celebrate your quick thinking victory too long because you still hear them.

“Split up,” Daryl whisper shouts at his friend, and with their footsteps scattered, it’s even harder to tell where they are.

Fuck.

You keep going. You take a left. And then a right and another dead end. Shit. Is this … is this the same one?

You turn back and take the left instead. But it’s another dead end.

What the fuck?

You’re lost. You don’t even know what direction you came from anymore. Circling the same two dead ends before you finally take a right that leads you a couple meters further than the other options.

You hear a stick crack on the ground behind you, but there’s no time to see who it is.

You turn the corner fast with your heartbeat so loud it drums in your ears.

“Shit,” you stumble right into a brown jacket in front of you. Arms wrapping around you and picking you up. You scream.

Someone warm presses against your back as your feet touch the floor again.

You’re trapped.

“Gotcha,” Daryl’s gravelly voice is already in your ear.

You’re breathing heavy in their hold, sandwiched between the two men.

Their hands grab at your sweater and start to roam.

“Take this off,” a voice demands as you struggle against their arms,

You try for a moment to reach the mask covering Ricks face. But Daryl, or maybe Rick’s, hands are clamped on your wrist.

It’s claustrophobic, but you don’t entirely mind. As long as it’s their arms your trapped between, you’ll never complain.

They don’t kiss you. They can’t. But everything about their demeanour is screaming that they want you. That they want to be in you.

Hands gripping and tugging at your jeans. Your hands snake around Ricks neck in front of you as they peel your jeans down your legs. The air is cold and gives you goosebumps, but your legs wrap around his waist immediately. Daryl’s bulge pokes at your ass while his hand trails under your sweater to pinch your nipple. Ricks pants are tight as his own bulge rubs against the thin fabric of your panties. Your jeans long lost to the straw and dirt ground underneath you.

It doesn’t take long for them to get you how they need you.

Granted, the three of you did have a lot of practice. Your panties swiftly ripped off by the man behind you who wanted more access. The cold metal of both their belts hit your skin.

And with little preparation other than some spit and arousal, you’re stretched to the max with both men. Both holes filled with very little regard for your comfort.

They know you’d say something if it really hurt.

But it hurts so good. The pain of being so fucking full. Stretched to a limit you’d experienced over a dozen times, but no matter what, it just never gets any easier.

“Wanna kiss you,” your voice comes out in wet gasps, lips brushing the plastic of Ricks mask. One hand trying for Daryl’s hood, reaching awkwardly around. You need their touch. Their lips on your lips. Tongues tracing each-other and fighting for dominance.

They’d win.

They always do.

The three of you find a rhythm quickly. Hands on your thighs, holding you up and using you as leverage to pound as fast and hard as they could. Your moans and their grunts fill the air as pleasure starts to swirl low on your abdomen.

“Please,” your head tips back in ecstasy. “Please, please,”

“Please what, sweet girl?” The cold plastic of Daryl’s mask brushes your ear.

“Please- want- uh,” you’re interrupted by sharper thrusts from the two men, catching you off guard. Their both picking up their pace.

“Speak up, darling.” Rick demands, nails digging into your hips.

“Fill me up,” you gasp again. “Want it so bad, Rick, please.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on the swirl in your stomach. The one that keeps getting warmer and warmer and warmer until-

“I’m cumming,” you tell them as a courtesy, but you don’t have to. The way you’re involuntarily clenching down around them gives you away far better than a couple raspy words.

“You really wanna get filled up, baby? Bred like the little bunny you are, huh?” Ricks words send you over the edge and a hand toys at the fluffy rabbit ears that are shockingly still secured on top of your head.

You’re out of words. Too stimulated to talk. So you just nod in agreement. Yes. Please. Please.

Their hips stutter to a stop and warm liquid seeps out to drool down your inner thigh.

Breathing heavy, you’re lowered back to the ground, colder now. without the friction of their bodies.

“Here,” Daryl grabs your jeans from the ground and dresses you again. His soft side peaking out now that he’s had his release. Your shoes are back on and your legs a little shaky, and finally, the boys finally take their masks off. The whites of their eyes are bright in the moonlight.

“You alright?” They both ask you as the three of you somehow manage to find your way back out of the maze.

“A little cold…” you smirk.

“But we didn’t-we didn’t scare you too bad right?”

“No.” You smile, “Don’t know if I could ever get that scared by you too love bugs.” You tease, arms wrapping around their waists and pulling them in close to you.

“Pfft,” Daryl brushes off the comment and Rick only smiles.

“Well if we didn’t scare you, then maybe next time we oughta try a little harder.”

“Next time?” You ask. The thought already going straight between your thighs.

The boys share a look over your shoulders that can only mean one thing.

“Hey, baby,” Rick catches your attention, hand guiding you towards the community gates by the small of your back as he searches in his jacket pocket for his keys. “You ever been to a house of mirrors?”

#rick x reader #rick x you #rick x y/n #Rick grimes x reader #Rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #Daryl Dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #Daryl x you #Daryl x reader #rickyl x you #rickyl x reader #rickyl x reader smut #rick x daryl x reader #rick x reader x daryl #taking turns part 2

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fire-castle-pokemon · 7 years ago

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When you swear girls are your thing but the angry ninja assassin has a boob window and he manhandles you ^ (Also based off supports: and he doesn’t want you to cry and he compliments you-)

#gif #Laslow is contemplating himself #poor Inigo #I mean I have the hots for Saizo too so I totally feel him #saizlow #fire emblem Laslow #laslow’s Gay ass #go for your masked ninja daddy baby #do it

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aizawasbrazybaby · 3 years ago

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Kakashi x Black Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Dom Male, Sub Female, Oral (m. receiving), droplet of angst (Death), Spit Play, Slight Spoiler, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink

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A/N: Hey my loves! I can’t believe I haven’t made of fic with Kakashi this man is literally what got me into anime n e ways enjoy this smutty messʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ.

Teacher’s Pet

His arms crossed in front of his chest - wall holding the weight of his back. His eyes casted a harsh gaze upon your body that panted on the dry hard ground.

“Get up,” his voice thundered despite the calmness.

The engraved knife, of your former trainer, you threw stuck in the side of a tree just missing your new sensei by the shortest hair. He didn’t flinch. Not even a slight twitch of the eye.

Tears soaked in your mask that matched Kakashi’s, “there’s no fucking point! I told you I quit…I’m done.”

“On your feet y/n. I won’t repeat myself.”

“Sensei,” you sat on your knees, “let’s stop this. Please. Your not him and this is not working. I’m going ho-”

Your breath was caught in your throat and his hand roughly squeezed your cheeks. Even through the mask you saw seriousness smeared on his face.

It could’ve been anger or the summer heat but the exposed skin beat red, “you think I don’t know that. Before my father passed he made me promise to get his only kunoichi in shape to become Hokage.”

“Start over or else.” He pulled you to your feet.

“I’m sorry but no.”

“I said start ov-,” wind was knocked from your chest almost immediately. You cracked your eyes open seeing him just as surprised as you. It took a second to feel his lips against yours. Only barrier being your masks.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” you maneuvered your leg from his weight allowing his waist to slip between your thighs. Relieving pressure from your limb. Heat sprung around your head.

“I tripped,” he slowly slid both your mask down pressing his lips to yours, “let’s finish our training somewhere more secluded yes?”

You nodded lightly following Kakashi further into the woods to a not so abandoned, ‘abandoned’ training ground. Little did either of you know someone lurked in the forest.

Shikamaru. He’d always watch you specifically, since the beginning of your training with Kakashi. Thinking today was like any other he tailed behind you two.

You dropped to your knees eagerly following his directions as he undid the button of his pants. His pink tip rubbed around the inside of your cheek. Excitement dripped out of you through your core.

“So this is all I had to do to make you listen,” he gently pulled your head to him until he bottomed out.

Wrenching away a thick line of spit stuck to your tongue and his flesh. You gawked at him, face inching closer.

“Open,” he demanded.

A ball of warm saliva landed in the back of your throat. Mixing with your own. It ended up on his pale length.

“That’s my good girl,” he helped you up, “now, the next step in our exercise.”

Kakashi’s hand slapping against your ass sent a noisy echo bouncing off the trees. Shikamaru’s nails dug in the bark. How could you commit such lewd acts in such a public space. With another man that wasn’t him.

As angry as he was his erection commanded him to do the same. His hand dove down rubbing himself. Thumb rotating around his tip. He wanted so bad to know what it felt like. Your lips wrapped around his dick.

Strokes getting quicker as his length grew he let out a low moan. Unable to hear it over your own it quickly caught the attention of the copy cat ninja.

They made eye contact instantly making the voyeur freeze. A smug grin formed on Kakashi’s lips after pressing them against the back side of your neck.

“I know baby I know. Gonna keep being good for daddy?”

“Mhm,” you hummed as he drilled you from behind.

Though he was caught being a definite pervert he couldn’t stop. Not after seeing those beautiful faces derived from pure pleasure. His dick twitched between his wet fingers.

His strokes grew quicker watching you get closer. Almost matching each others pace. Strings of cum collected in the corner of his hand. Disgusted with himself he carefully left from there.

“Just like that daddy’s so close,” he slammed his hips into your ass. He got in a couple more strokes then pulled out. His nut painted the ground in the middle of his feet.

You kissed him as he pet the side of your head, “thank you for being a good girl today. You will be good in the future yeah?”

You wrapped your arms around him, “only if we can do this more often.”

He smiled, adjusting your mask, “of course.”

#kakashi x black reader #Kakashi x poc reader #naruto x black reader #black female reader #black reader #black women #dark skin #brown skin #light skin #black writers #poc reader #poc writer

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the-broken-truth · 3 years ago

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Broken-Style Remix: Yandere Mother Talia Al Ghul

Broken: When it comes to Yandere Mothers, Talia Al Ghul is one of my favorites; considering how obsessed she is with her baby daddy. Recently, I came into a Yandere Talia Al Ghul Image made by @anxiousnerdwritings & with their permission, I have been allowed to make this Broken-Style Remix! Now, let the words weave together!!!

@anxiousnerdwritings's version: LINK

SUBTITLE: THE ONE YOU THREW AWAY

Talia Al Ghul wanted things thing and would do anything to obtain those things - Complete Control & Undeniable Power. She was the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul - The Head Demon of the League of Assassin & Immortal Mad-Man, well...not anymore; now Talia was on the Throne as Head of the League of Assassins, but there was a time before everything went to hell. Talia always wanted to have power but she also wanted someone to share it with - that came in the form of the Protector of Gotham - The Masked Savior, Batman. Talia was entranced by his power and skill, he would have been a perfect partner to rule with if he wasn't so hesitant to kill but she could sculpt him to fit her mold one way or another but first she needed to get him on her side. Her father thought of him as the perfect heir but there was no way the protector would join him, so Talia planned and that plan was to give herself and Bruce an heir - the perfect combination of the two of them. However, a wrench was thrown into that plan when inside of one - there were two.

A Son & A Daughter.

A Son that mirrored his father in young as he would in adulthood, with the exception of the emerald eyes that Talia possessed - the eyes of an Al Ghul. He was given the name Damian.

Her daughter was another story: she grew to look just as Talia did in her youth but she had her father's calm blue eyes - the eyes of a protector. The eyes of a Wayne. The eyes of a savior, not a killer - she was flawed with those eyes. She was named Bellatrix - just as her father, she would be expected to be a great warrior.

When it was time to hone their skills, it was clear that they were the perfect combination of the Al Ghul and Wayne Genes - Damian more. He was the perfect killer, merciless and quick; he wouldn't give his enemies time to speak. No, enemies were too kind of a word to describe them - they were his prey while he was the hunter. He didn't care how many he had to cut down; he would never tire until all of them were dead at his feet.

Bellatrix - on the other hand - was a different story. It was clear she had the skills, it was obvious that she had the power, but the main issue was that she wouldn't finish the job; she lacked the most important trait of the Al Ghul Bloodline - she refused to kill. Talia feared this - she was just like her father and she didn't want weakness into the pain; especially since she was the eldest of the two. She either had to fix the problem or completely remove it.

And she would much prefer the latter.

Ra's loved his grandchildren all the same - he didn't care of Bellatrix didn't kill, he was pleased enough that she was able to complete impossible tasks alone and come back unscabbed. He would praise her and he would train with her in his free time - the two of them were fond of meditation to keep themselves centered.

"Remember Granddaughter: If you are completely centered then there is nothing you can't overcome. Knowing your center is knowing your true power." - That is what Ra's would tell her during those times.

As time passed on, Talia noticed that Bellatrix gained in power and knowledge every day while her son showed just how much of an Al Ghul he was every time he went on a mission, but that didn't matter to Talia - that girl...that mistake...was a single dot in the way of her son's rightful place as Head of The League & she had to something about it.

And she did.

One night - Talia told Bellatrix to accompany her to the desert for recon and the girl agreed, thinking it was going to be a mother-daughter experience. The two of them sourced their bounds but found nothing, Bellatrix looked around the dunes to see if there was something hiding in the desert's darkness until her body made her move and she dodged just in the next of time as a blade came in close contact with her throat. She reached for her sword, only for her hand to be grabbed, and turned it to her back. She was then grabbed from other directions before being kicked in the back of her knees and came to her knees in the sand. She struggled and looked at the cloaked figures that held her until she looked at her mother.

"Mother! Help!" She begged for her mother.

"Why would I do that," Talia walked over to her bound daughter as one of the assassins handed her a sword, "When it took me so long to get you here?" Talia looked into her daughter's eyes with emptiness.

"You...You planned this? Mother, why would you do this?" Bellatrix asked.

"This is something I should have done from the start, after all - My Beloved needs an heir, not a burden. You are a stain on the Al Ghul Name, an Al Ghul that refuses to kill is not an Al Ghul; hell, you aren't even an assassin. You're a defect, a flaw, a wrench in my plan to have my beloved rule behind me as King and Queen of the League of Assassins."

Bellatrix's eyes widened at the sight of her mother raising her sword.

"And all defects must be eliminated." Talia growled as her arm thrust forward - Bellatrix's eyes widened and her jaw locked to keep herself from screaming as the blade ripped through her chest and came out on the other side.

Talia lifted her foot - the other assassins released the girl - and kicked her to the dirt and watched her groan in pain before going limp in the cold desert night.

"Dispose of the body. I have to deliver the news that the heir has been killed and watch my one true child take his rightful place." Talia didn't give her daughter's body a second glance as she turned and walked away to her jet that was waiting for her.

She should have checked her vitals.

[Timeskip - Years Later]

Years had gone by but Talia still thinks back to the night she stuck her sword through her daughter's body and left her for dead; she was so certain that was what she wanted by there was something missing and for once in her life, it had nothing to do with her Beloved Bat. She tried to put those thoughts aside for she was on a mission.

After the death of her father, she found some research on a mind-control agent that she could use to have the one she wanted most but the League was too thin and most were doing other tasks while some were rebuilding the complex, thus the Head of the Demon Clan had to deal with it on her own, which she was fine with.

However, something felt different - she wasn't sure what it was...but she knew something was going to happen tonight.

Talia did what she had to do and secured to the agent before making her way back to the roof - only to have two people walking for her.

One was a tall man with a red helmet, a brown leather jacket, a gray Bat-Armor with a Red Bat Insignia on the chest; Talia could see the pistols and ammo belts around his waist.

The second was a feminine figure: She was around the same height as Damian, wearing Bat-Armor that looked a lot like a Ninja's outfit with a sword on her back and a dark blue Bat Insignia on her chest. Her hair was long and black but tied in a ponytail, except some hair that freely fell in her face and covered some of the ribbon eye mask around her eyes.

"I guess my beloved couldn't make it to see me?" Talia asked as she placed the agent in her pocket.

"We were the closest in the area so he sent us to what it was about - didn't think we'd find his batshit crazy baby-momma here." The Red Hood said as he folded his arms.

"Too bad, he might have convinced me to surrender but I don't have an issue with breaking children who stand in my way." Talia said.

"You never had an issue with killing them, why would you have an issue with breaking them?" The female said.

"What did you say?" Talia said as she looked at the female figure.

"You don't remember the child you killed? The blood of the Al Ghul you spilled? The child you detested because she wouldn't kill so you decided to kill her instead?" The female stepped forward and reached for her eye mask, "You don't remember my voice...Mother?" She pulled it off and Talia's eyes widened when they locked with the blue eyes of her late daughter - the one that was supposed to die. The stain in her plan.

"You lived? After all of these years, you dare come to face me again?" Talia narrowed her eyes.

"Rather cold to say to your kid who came back from the dead, Lady." He looked at Bellatrix, "Bat-Fang, you wanna deal with her while I wait on the old man?" He asked.

"You read my mind." Bellatrix stepped forward and pulled her sword out, "Arm yourself."

"I guess some stains are harder to wash out." Talia said as she pulled her sword out, "I'll make sure you don't come back."

Emerald and Sapphire locked with each other before the thunderclap of the coming storm sent them both into attack mode. Their blades clashed against each other as the two women danced in a deadly dance, Talia was focused but at the same time confused - how was Bellatrix this focused when the anger in her eyes was so strong? Talia tried harder and used more power but that was the opening Bellatrix needed.

Talia watched as the girl grabbed the sword with her left hand before delivering a swift but devastating kick to her gut, sending her skipping like a stone against the roof as she released the grip of her sword. Talia picked herself off the ground and glared at her eldest as the girl place her own sword back in its sheath and shatter Talia's into two halves, letting the shards and sword halves fall to her feet before she charged at her mother. Talia's guard went up as the two of them locked in a brawl.

'What is going on here? She was never this fast or ruthless! What is...'

Her thoughts were cut off as Bellatrix grabbed her foot and began to swing her until Bellatrix let her go and got stuck in a window. Talia opened her eyes from the impact just in time to see the glare on her daughter's face as she came soaring and her fist connected with Talia's face, sending them both into the abandoned building. Talia groaned from the pain but more pain was added when she felt her daughter grab her by her hair and pull her to her feet.

"What do you have to say now, Talia? Am I still defective?" Bellatrix asked before she punched the Assassin Leader in the face, making her crash into a crumbling wall.

"Am I still a flaw?" Bellatrix asked as she spartan-kicked Talia through the wall and into the living room, making the woman fall on her back.

"Am I still the wrench in your perfect plan? Am I?!" Bellatrix barked as she grabbed her mother by the next and punched her in the face, making her back hit a window. Talia's version was blurry from the pain but when it came together - her eyes widened at the murderous gaze in her eyes.

"Am I still not an Al Ghul?" Bellatrix punched her in the face again - sending the woman crashing through the window again but this time, she felt on a lower roof of a building just as another thunderclap echoed through the sky and the rain began to fall. Talia grunted at the pain but opened her eyes to watch her daughter jump out the window and walk over to her; glaring down at her with blue eyes.

"How... How did you survive?" She asked.

"You should have checked my vitals before you left me to die; once you were gone, I took care of the assassins that you had hold me. I'm not proud I shed their blood but I knew if I didn't, they were going to make sure I was dead." Bellatrix answered.

"You survived... You killed... And now, you have me helpless." Talia smiled at her, "I'm so proud of you, My Baby Girl." She cooed.

"What?" Bellatrix glared with confusion.

"You are everything I want in a perfect heir: You survived my trap, you killed those who held you captive, and you reduced me - the Leader of the League of Assassins - to this pitiful state. My darling, you are perfect." Talia smiled at her daughter.

"I don't know what you are thinking but I'm nothing like you want me to be and I never will be." Bellatrix reached down and took the mind-control agent from Talia before turning and walking away.

"You can walk away now, My Sweet Child, but know that I am coming for you. I will bring you home and you will be what you were born to me - The Perfect Al Ghul Heir. Run while you can, my dear, Mother is coming for you." Talia laughed at Bellatrix as the girl jumped off the small roof, leaving the woman alone.

Talia looked up at the rain in the sky and smiled before picking herself off the ground, touching the side of her lip, and looked at the blood - her blood - that her daughter spilled.

'It was a mistake to let you go but now that you are back, I shall have you once more and we shall be a family. You can't escape your blood, Bellatrix; you're an Al Ghul...and you belong to me.'

#Yandere Talia Al Ghul #Yandere Mother #Broken-Style Remix

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purplerose244 · 4 years ago

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My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (2/4)

SPOILERS ALERT!!!

For now, nothing to complain about! We got Nya, we got MAYA AND RAY, we got GILES PANTON BACK A LEGO SHOW!!! 😍😍😍

Of course now I'm definitely curious about what the story is really about, like I'm guessing Wojira will wake up at some point so... Great Devourer all over again maybe? 😅 Idk, for now I just wanna enjoy Nya having her moment 🥳

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

New alert for reader, during the Nexo Knights period I was and still am the hugest Clay fan. Now that his voice is in this season I might scream more than necessary... keep that in mind 😅

I love the humor in this, all random but still kinda clever 😂😂 Maybe I'm biased because I love Jay but still 🤷‍♀️

I really like the design of the marine world, very cool!! 🌊🌊🌊

I guess I'm not really seeing any big plot twist moment for now? Ninjago seasons have history of basing seasons on a "we need to prevent this event from happening but it will happen anyway", so I can see Wojira waking up no matter what 🤷‍♀️

I wonder if that will be shocking? Usually when this situation happen, someone makes a major sacrifice (Zane with the Overlord, sensei Garmaron with Chen, again sensei G with the Preeminent...). Maybe Maya? I DON'T WANT THAT 😭 But I am curious, everything is going nicely and I'm not sure what it will bring! 🤩 I'M EXCITED SO LET'S GO!!!

THE WRATH OF KALMAAR

So this is the name of Clay's new incarnation, neat! 👍

Okay really, for having a season lately the main character just can't help but be trapped by the villain: kinda Zane in the ICE Chapter, Jay in Prime Empire, Cole in Master of the Mountain... we can call it a tradition at this point 🤷‍♀️

Giant serpent, yadda yadda, I wonder if we're gonna address the Great Devourer at some point? Not mandatory, but the reference would be very cool 🤩

Clay's new incarnation is a prince I- *hyperventilates in awe*

Nya playing dumb lol, I don't know if that's personal experience as she used to get kidnapped a lot in the past or she just have too many idiots in her life 😂

ALSO ANOTHER BEST GIRL'S SMIRK

NYA YOU'RE TOO MUCH ILY ❤💙❤💙

Jay I love that you're so worried about Nya but maybe try NOT TO DIE? YOU'RE WITH LLOYD AND ZANE YET YOU'RE THE ONE GOING FOR THE SACRIFICE WTH?? 😱 But he's worried about his cool GF I kinda get it, also he didn't do it so good...

WHAT. THE. HECK.

WHO ARE YOU OH MY FIRST SPINJITZU MASTER YOU'RE ADORABLE I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU YOU ABSOLUTE CUTIE 🤩🤩🤩

So Giles is doomed to voice LEGO characters with daddy issues 😂 That being not having a dad at all or having one that is... a good guy? Idk he seems chill with the surface at first glance, I wonder what's the story of this family

Maya reminds of my mom, she also mentions her work a lot and I study the same thing. But she doesn't want to brag, it gets annoying but she just wants to give me advice. It's nice to see actually 👍 Also Ray reference NEAT ❤❤❤

Wow, if any child-parent couple of this show was doomed at going semi Emperor's New Groove style, I would've bet on Ed and Jay honestly 😅

Oh HECK yes I knew that with my water girls things were BOUND to get cool 😎 ... yeah I know where the door is *goes away*

JAY NO WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT TRYING TO DIE STOP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! 😱😱😱

My GOSH that scared the crap out of me 😅 Jay honey we have too many deaths in this team, you're not helping... BUT YOU POWERED AN ENTIRE SHIP BECAUSE YOU LOVE NYA AND YOU DIDN'T DIE AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BLUEBELL 💙💙💙

They were all so worried, I love this ninja family so freaking much 💜💜💜 Also better not tell this one to his GF 😂

And Bluebell?

Welcome to the "change eye color because of elemental power" team! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE I LOVE WHEN IT HAPPENS!!! 😍😍😍

Awww, Zane letting Jay be the captain, that was so cute of him 💕

Another great episode! Doing great so far but I still wonder if we got into the main story. Feels like there should be more, well we got time! Next one! 😊

LONG LIVE THE KING

Sooooo... that's one very telling title 😅 If we're going full Lion King on this one, I think I know where this is going 😵

Maya: Don't they know that metal taste terrible?!? (Again feels like Kai could say something like this 😂)

FINALLY NYA USING FREAKING WATER POWERS UNDER THE SEA!!! Thank you Maya for saying out loud what we were all thinking 👌👌

NINJA TO THE RESCUE!!!

Pff, okay, the fact that Kalmaar is all evil and cruel and then he gets startled like that, it's kind or adorable! 💕 Honestly Giles got such a deep voice, with Clay it was firm warm and reassuring, here we got plain devious and I ADORE it 😍😍😍

Maya come on don't doubt your daughter 😅 But I like her, and if she knew Nya they way we all do she wouldn't doubt that she could make it every time 😎

Yeah I was right, the king seems chill... oww I fear what's coming then 😳

Okay, so Kalmaar thinks that the world should go back to be lead by them like in the past, while the king just wants peace with the surface. And as we know, no drama no season so...

Yep, saw the death coming 😅

WHOA DID NOT SEE THAT LITTLE BLAME ACT COMING KALMAAR IS SO EVIL!!!... with a glorious voice but still (Rose focus on something that is not that godlike voice, you can do it 💪💪)

THE OLD ONE TWO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH COMBO ATTACK!!! 🌊❄🌊❄

Awww Benthomaar is actually really cute, he's so worried about his father 😢 And he's adopted apparently? I wanna know the story!!! 🤩🤩

Yep, there's the reason why Zane got a mask even though he doesn't need one, it completes his attire 😂😂😂 My gosh how I love this nindroid ❄

Did... did Jay just say phooey? Dude Ducktales ended a while ago but I'm still not over it 😭

I said it once before I'll say it again, Ninjago is really REALLY good at making death scenes. Like, omg, I genuinely felt sorry for them 😢😢 I also really liked that the king didn't ask to be avenged, he still wanted peace and he asked his son to protect the ninja and he cried actual tears...

MY HEART WTH 😭😭😭 So we're adding this to the real tears moments of the show, with Jay crying over pie, Zane with the flashback of his dad, Jay crying over Nya and Lloyd thinking the ninja are gone... my world this show is angsty 🙂

Third startle for prince Kalmaar, I love the gag 😂 Oh wait, king Kalmaar 🤷‍♀️

Okay, we got a coup, the ninja running away because they got framed, Benthomaar is most likely going to join them or at least help them, I guess Wojira will come out at some point while... Kai, Ray and Cole are still playing videogames? 😅

THIS IS GETTING COOL I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT AAAAHHH HECK YES THERE IS THE HYPE!!! 😍😍😍

Although I hope we get more stuff with Nya and Maya, that's what I like 🤩

ESCAPE FROM MERLOPIA

I'm good at English and I can follow most of it, but the fantasy names are tricky so I didn't get before that this was the name of the place 😅 It's nice, at least it's not another Atlantis 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

LLOYD I SWEAR TO YOUR GRANDPA IF YOU TRY TO DIE AGAIN 😱

NYA YOU ARE NOT A GOOD SUBSTITUTE NONE OF YOU ARE OMG 😱😱

Ah, there he is, my new son Benthomaar 💙 He is so lovable already, I know nearly nothing about him and I like his character already a lot! He could relate with all of the ninja really, but maybe with Jay the most? They were both adopted after all 🤔🤔

*scribble note for a fanfic for later if this doesn't come up in the season*

Alright moving on 😗

I am so happy Nya gets a season, Kelly got a great emotional range that doesn't come out often in my opinion, but with a full introspection of water goddess we are all blessed by her voice acting 😍

Gotta say, admitting that Bentho didn't have to help them to answer the usual 'Can we trust him' question is pretty reasonable, like, better than other stupid answers 😅

Also don't mind me

Just screenshotting by ship 💙❤💙❤

Somehow lately we are letting Jay do the talking and I both hate and LOVE the fact 😂😂 Plain Bluebell nonsense, heck yes that's my jam👌👌

MAYA IS SO COOL OMG 🤩🤩

I literally can't not laugh at the startle gag with Kalmaar 😂

LLOYD WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT SELF SACRIFICING!! PLEASE IT'S NOT EVEN YOUR SEASON!! 😱😱😱😱

Aww Jay is still the Captain, nice! Wonder if it's giving him Skybound flashbacks... I hope not considering all he went through that time, poor Sparky 😅😅

ARE THOSE LITTLE WU ROCKETS?? 🤯

Can we skip a season and hang out with Pixal one time? I really wanna know how she organizes her free time to create these things 😍😍😍

THANK YOU LLOYD FOR NOT DYING ONCE AGAIN, MUCH APPRECIATED!!! 💚💚💚 My green bean needs a vacation... they all do 😅

THEY ARE

SO BEAUTIFUL 💙🌊💙🌊

Alright, back to the island hoping Kalmaar will not track us and follow us so he can get to the place and discover the amulet 🙂

Are we not calling the others? I miss my flame babe and Rocky ❤🖤❤🖤 Also RAY WATCHA DOIN I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING 🤩🤩

THE TALE OF BENTHOMAAR

Wait what? Shark boy backstory? SHARK BOY BACKSTORY?!? 👀👀👀

Wow, I see that Kalmaar didn't change a thing growing up, still the same gonna-be-a-villain 😂 Of course his voice got a lot deeper and cool and okay you know I love his voice moving on

I find it kinda funny that Kalmaar is so focused on royal blood and superiority, while Clay was basically a farm boy who worked his way up. Giles knows how to get the character no matter what 😍

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

BABY BENTHOMAAR AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

The king seems like such a good pers- fish- creature 😅 Now I'm double sad that he died, my world, why do I always care so fast, it's not healthy in this show where everyone could die 😰😰

I'M SORRY IS THAT KAI'S HAIR??? 😂😂😂 I LITERALLY CAN'T LOOK AWAY WTH I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS

Literally every frame of Benthomaar makes me love him even more 😢

Interesting that we got an academic villain, he kinda reminds me of Clouse in a way, maybe even Harumi since she studied her way to her plan as well? I like that we got a bit of personality too!

Using your little bro for your own purpose... it's very evil but kinda also brotherly like 😂

Benthomaar really gives me that very PRECIOUS vibe, kinda the perfect son but also a naive and unaware BABY 💙

LEGO HUG 🤩🤩 Not exactly reciprocated but still 😅

Ooohhh, so this is how he found the temple! I like this, it shows that Bentho is most likely physically stronger than Kalmaar, while evil brother is focused on brain and studies. They are planned differently, I like it! 😚😚

Ouch, peer pressure... sibling pressure? Eh you get what I mean 😂

POOR BENTHO 😭😭😭 YOU GOT THE NINJA NOW DON'T WORRY WE'RE NEVER GONNA LEAVE YOU ALONE YOU PRECIOUS SHARK BABY!! 🦈🦈🦈

Bentho: will I really fit in with you guys? Do you really understand how I feel?

Lloyd: Jay was adopted, Nya's parents were gone most of her life, Zane lost his father while mine turned evil

Bentho(tearing up): yeah that can work

Okaaaaayyyyy, I like that we got a bit of backstory for Bentho too! We didn't get much for Vanya in Master of the Mountain, which is the only thing I was sad about (very little detail, AMAZING season 🖤🖤🖤), nice to see it here!!

But I really want more Nya and Maya interactions, I hope we'll soon get to them again!! 😍😍😍

Alright, getting somewhere here! I'm very curious about what's next 🤩🤩

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ohhipstaplease · 4 years ago

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Angst number 24🥺

Angst # 24 “I thought I’d never see you again.”

Canon Compliant | One-shot | Angst With A Happy Ending | T+ | Ao3

Drabble List

Her heart was in her throat since the moment Sai had delivered the news.

“We can’t seem to locate him, Hinata.”

Naruto had always prepared her for this moment, the inevitable one that always seemed to cloud over them. He had left her a list of numbers to call, and bills that would have to be paid. The key to their old apartment, where they still stored some of their things. And a box of mementos, ones that he’d want her to pass on to their children. She’d always side-glance the desk where he’d keep all of this, praying that she’d never actually had to open the drawer that held all of the things she’d need in case of an emergency.

“I love you,” He had whispered the day he had left, kissing her gently as he wrapped his arms around her once more. He had told her not to get up from bed, he had already fed their son and she needed her to rest now that she was with child again.

She didn’t want to listen, but exhaustion kept her from fighting him. Instead, she breathed him in as he protectively placed a hand on her rounded stomach. He whispered sweet nothings to their unborn child, kissing her belly for good measure. It made her heart flutter as she watched him, knowing that another child meant another chance for her husband to be a loving father once again.

“Hinata?”

Her eyes fluttered open and met his once again, “Yes?”

“You know what to do if something happens, right?”

Her heart dropped into her stomach at the thought, but she pretended like she was fine. Worrying him right before he took off wouldn’t help anyone.

“Yes. But nothing will, Naruto-Kun. You’ll come home safely to us like you always do.”

A ninja’s life was tenuous, short-lived. The young couple understood that, they did. But Naruto...he was the exception to the rule. After everything he had lived through, all the battles he had won, Hinata believed him to be unbreakable, unbeatable. Sometimes she had even wondered if he was even human.

But then something like this happened and it led Hinata to question everything she had ever believed.

“Hinata, did you hear me?” Sai asked, worriedly. He led her to a chair in the couple’s kitchen and had her sit down, worried that she might faint.

“W-what do you mean you can’t locate him?”

She looked over her shoulder at their sleeping son on the couch, the spitting image of his father. Her hand protectively covered her growing bump, almost as if sheltering their unborn child from hearing what was being said.

“He’s been missing for more than a couple of hours now. We’ve sent out our best team to find him, Hinata...” Sai clasped her shoulder, trying to reassure her.

Still, nothing would ground her. She felt as if her soul had left her body. If it hadn’t been for Boruto asking why she was crying, she probably wouldn’t have even remembered she had two other lives to care for.

She didn’t have time to sit around and be sad, she was a mother first now. She knew that, understood that she and Naruto now came second. But still, she couldn’t bear to get up from bed.

“I-I’m okay, baby,” She tried, “Your sibling was kicking all night and wouldn’t let me sleep.”

“Is that why you’re crying?”

Her son jumped up onto their bed and gently patted her belly, “Hey you, you’re making mama cry. Stop moving around in there!”

Hinata couldn’t help but smile through her tears, grasping her son and cuddling him to her chest.

Yes, she and Naruto had the talk many times. What would happen if he died on a mission or if she passed away during childbirth. They weren’t easy things to discuss, no, they both would end up in tears, desperately grasping each other and hoping they’d never have to know what life was like without the other.

She had memorized every line on his face by now, every crinkle by his eyes when he laughed. She had always tried to drink in every detail of her life with him and their children, never for a second taking it for granted.

So she didn’t understand why, now when it counted, she couldn’t seem to picture Naruto’s laughing face.

“When is daddy coming back?”

Hinata stifled a sob and looked down at her son, “Soon, baby. He got a little lost on the way back home.”

“Oh, well...next time let’s draw him a map.”

She nodded, “That’s a great idea, Boruto. Why don’t we do that right now?”

“Yeah?”

She smiled, “Yes, go get your crayons. We can turn on the TV and sit on the floor in the living room.”

Boruto bolted from her side and giddily ran down the hall to his room to gather his coloring supplies.

Hinata tried to wipe her tears and compose herself. It wouldn’t be good for her or the baby to continue down this road. She knew Naruto would be worried if something were to happen to her or their unborn child, so she tried her best to push away any frightening thoughts and instead imagined her golden boy coming home to her once again.

“Mama, can you help me draw the map?”

She nodded as she poured her son a cup of tea and placed a few of his favorite treats in front of him. He smilingly picked one out and started eating, leaving a few crumbs behind. She watched him in awe, still not quite sure how they had managed to create him. Her heart swelled as she watched him, making the young boy furrow his brow and ask, “Are you okay?”

“Ignore me,” She waved her hand and picked up an orange crayon, “Let’s draw this for daddy, yes?”

The pair colored for what seemed like hours. Hinata attempted to focus on the task before her, but every so often her mind wandered and her eyes drifted to the phone. Willing it to finally ring, to finally have someone tell her the inevitable.

She just needed to know, either way. She needed to know if she had to go open the drawer, go through the papers, unlock their apartment, and move out their things.

So many things to do, so little time to process.

“Mama!?” Boruto asked frantically, waving his small hand in front of her face.

“What is it?”

“The phone is ringing!”

Hinata jumped up from her seat and dashed to the phone. With her heart in her throat as she picked up and said into the receiver, “Hello?” she prayed for good news.

“Hinata?” She heard Sakura’s voice ask.

“Yes!?”

“You need to come to the hospital. Let me send someone to bring you and Boruto.”

“I-Is he okay?”

Sakura exhaled, “He’s in rough shape, but he’s going to be fine.”

Hinata’s legs gave out from under her, and she managed to fall upon her knees as she cried into her hands. Boruto quickly picked up the phone and asked, “Auntie Sakura? Mama’s crying.”

“Is she alright?” Sakura asked.

Boruto studied his mother and nodded, “Mmhmm. I think she’s okay, just crying.”

“You take care of her, okay? I’m going to send Sai to bring you over to see your dad.”

“Dad’s back!?”

“Yes he is, we’ll see you soon okay? Take care of your mama.”

Boruto quickly hung up the phone and ran upstairs to grab his coat and his mother’s. Just as he heard Sai knock on the door he grabbed the map he and Hinata had just finished and folded it into his pocket.

He was going to make sure his dad didn’t worry his mom like that ever again.

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“I thought I’d never see you again,” Hinata cried as she hugged her husband tightly to her chest.

“Hina, you know I’d never leave you,” He muttered as he tried to mask the pain she was inflicting onto his already injured body.

“Daddy!” Boruto called as he jumped onto his father’s hospital bed.

“Gentle!” Sakura yelled as she walked in behind him, “He has a long road ahead of him before he can horse around with you again, Boruto.”

Naruto look down at his son and smiled, “Did you take care of mom?”

Boruto nodded solemnly, “Yeah, and we made you this,” he grabbed the map out of his pocket and placed it on Naruto’s lap, “Just to make sure you always make your way back home okay? I don’t want you worrying mama like that again.”

Hinata brushed Boruto’s hair back and kissed his forehead as Naruto tried to push away his tears.

“No matter where I go, now I know I won’t get lost,” Naruto said proudly as he took Boruto into his embrace and pressed his cheek to Hinata’s swelling belly, “I’ll always know my way back home thanks to you three.”

#ask me whatever #drabbles #naruhina #naruhina fanfiction #one shot #can you tell i have nothing to do today?#sunshine family

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dibs4ever · 4 years ago

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The Next Generation Fic Excerpt

Rundown:Takes place in the future in the Young Justice Universe, Wally came back to life and married Artemis. Dick and Barbara are married. This story centers around their kids

Wally and Artemis children. 15 year old Twins Mark and Melanie West: Melanie is a speedster named Bullet, Mark is an Archer named Bullseye

Dick and Barbara’s kids are- Leah Grayson who is 12(not yet a vigilante) and Nathan Grayson who is 15 and the current Robin

Nathan and Melanie have just started secretly dating

"Good morning family." Nathan grinned from the top of the banister as he flipped down

"Nathan Wayne Grayson! You are going to rip your school uniform or scuff the banister, how many times do I have to tell you to use the stairs like a normal human"

Nate chuckled "Sorry Mom, I'll keep it in mind next time" he grinned pecking his mom on the cheek.

Dick chuckled and walked toward her "You know Alfred used to tell me the same thing" he said giving her a quick kiss on the lips

Barbara continued to watch her son

Nathan smiled as Leah walked out of the kitchen he picked her up and spun her around "Good Morning little sis!"

"Put me down!" Leah grunted Nathan laughed and obeyed. He patted her on the head before heading into the kitchen to make himself breakfast

"Did you guys run into some sort of toxin on patrol lately" Barbara asked

Dick shook his head "And as far as I know he hasn't while he was with Batman either." he thought for a moment "But he is a little giddy, isn't he?" He rose an eyebrow

Barbara nodded

Meanwhile at the West house

Wally was sitting at the table drinking his coffee. Artemis was across from him also drinking her morning brew. While Mark stood in the kitchen eating his large breakfast

"Good morning Daddy!" Melanie grinned as she walked into the kitchen. She leaned down and kissed his cheek

"Hey sweetie, how are you?" Wally smiled

Melanie walked past him and grabbed an energy drink from the fridge "Oh I'm great. Mark are you almost ready so we can get to Grayson manor?" She asked as she opened the can

Mark nodded "Yeah just let me finish this up and I'll be ready to go!" He said

Melanie smiled "great I'm just going to go check my hair again one last time" she said heading back up the stairs

Artemis tilted her head to the side "Does she seem a little happy lately?" She asked the room

Wally shrugged "Maybe she's just been in a good mood"

Artemis shook her head "That girl has a lot of my personality and the only time I remember being that giddy is when..." she glanced over at Wally "Mark does she have a new boyfriend?" She asked looking at her son

Mark shook his head "No, if she did I would think I'd know"

Wally's head quickly darted to Artemis "She's just happy babe, maybe she's doing well in her classes" he suggested

Mark nodded in agreement and Artemis sighed giving in to what the boys were saying

"You ready to go?" Melanie asked as she walked back into the kitchen

Mark nodded and set his plate down in the sink

Later that night

Melanie had just returned home from patrol. She had changed out of her suit, showered and was now in her pajamas which consisted of a ragged out oversized t-shirt that she stole from her brother and pajama shorts.

Meanwhile across town

Robin was assisting Batman in taking down Penguin. They had been fighting him all night and had finally caught him. Robin watched from a short distance as Batman handed Penguin over to the authorities. He played with some of his tech to occupy his time when an idea hit him.

He walked toward his grandfather "Excuse me Batman?" Robin said

Bruce turned to look at his grandson "Yes Robin." He rose an eyebrow

"I'm going to do one last loop around the city to make sure everything is safe " he pointed

Batman nodded "Okay, after that you are off duty " he informed him, since it was already 2:30am on a school night.

Robin nodded and grappled off. He let himself free fall for a moment doing a flip before shooting the hook off to the next building

Robin crouched in front of the window of the West house he knocked on the window lightly and waited a few seconds

Melanie opened the window "Na-Err Robin?" She said with a grin

He chuckled and climbed into her bedroom

"At your service" he bowed

She laughed and super sped toward him pinning him against the wall

"You know I love it when you do that" he grinned

Melanie smiled " I know"

"We haven't been alone in almost a week" he said softly

Melanie nodded "We are now, and do you know what I'm going to do about it?" She whispered

Nathan shot her a grin "I don't know, why don't you show me."

Melanie smiled and leaned forward kissing his lips.

After a few minutes of making out they pulled apart.

"So how was patrol hero?" She asked stepping away

"We got off to a late start because I had to appear with the rest of my family at a Wayne interprise thing. But it was fantastic Batman and Robin took on Penguin. We brought him down too" he said with a smile "How was your night heroine?" He asked following her

"Great we fought Gorilla Grodd" she said

Nathan nodded "You look cute to of just fought a giant ape" he complimented

She laughed "I'm wearing Shorts and one of Marks old T-shirts, plus my hair is all wet" she pointed

He smiled at her "And you wear that shirt a lot better than Mark ever did" he smirked and stepped closer to her "Your wet hair makes you look relaxed" he said running his fingers through her wet hair "And don't get me started on those shorts that show of those speedster legs of yours" he said as he nuzzled her neck

Melanie laughed lightly and pushed him back. She reached up pealing his mask off "There's those beautiful baby blues" she said pressing her forehead against his as she traced where the mask had been with her fingers

"Is that all you like about me?" He asked with a teasing smile

Melanie tilted her head "Well this Robin suit does make you look very good" she grinned

He smiled and was about to lean in to kiss her when the door swung open.

Like the ninja he was Robin jumped under her bed at lightning speed. Melanie quickly moved sitting on her bed just as Wally stepped in

"Hey honey, I saw the light on and thought you might of fell asleep without turning it off" he explained

Melanie laughed "Oh yeah, I know I should be going to sleep but you know how long it takes me to wind down after an exciting patrol"

Wally nodded "Your mom and brother just got home but you know your brother he's already passed out" he thumbed down the hall

"Robin, Batman said he let you off, where are you" Nightwing's voice could be heard from under the bed

Wally rose an eye brow and stepped further into Melanie's room. He bent down and looked under her bed

"Nate?" He asked

Nathan let out a chuckle and pushed himself out from under the bed "Ugh hey Uncle Wally" he said awkwardly

"What are you doing under Mel's bed? He asked curiously

"I umm, couldn't sleep either. Mel told me she was wide awake so I came over to hang out. I thought I'd get in trouble for being over so late so I hid" Nathan said nervously

Wally chuckled "Oh Nate you know you're welcome anytime, but you probably should be going home since your dad is looking for you" he pointed toward the communicator on his suit

It buzzed again "Robin, your parents are on my case. As Batman and your adoptive grandfather, it's my duty to demand that you return home now!" Bruce's voice boomed over the communicator

Nathan rolled his eyes "Yes sir" he spoke then switched to Nightwing "I'm on my way" he said

"Alright" Nightwing a voice came over a moment later

"Bye Uncle Wally, see you at school Mels" Nathan said nonchalantly as he picked up his mask and slipped it on. He opened the window and gave one last wave before grappling off into the night.

#dickbabs #dick grayson #barbara gordon #batfamily #batfam headcanons

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orsuliya · 4 years ago

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Who are you, Miss A-Yue?

It turns out I might be a clown of the greatest calibre! Or... am I?

The thing is, you see, that for some unfathomable reason I became convinced A-Yue was a ninja maid. Which... may not be, in fact, entirely correct, as @girllovescomic had promptly pointed out. Alright, I said. And immediately went to investigate where this possible misunderstanding could be coming from. The results are not entirely conclusive, yet very interesting nonetheless. There are lots and lots of tiny details, which make little sense... unless one assumes that A-Yue is supposed to be Awu’s bodyguard.

The thing is that A-Yue is not among Awu’s original Wang maids. She’s nowhere to be seen in Wang Manor and I cannot spot her in that flock of maids attending Awu during the original wedding. Unless I am more eyesight-impaired than I thought myself to be, this means she appears only later on. But when?

Not during the siege of Huizhou, I can tell you that much. Not during Awu’s visit to Wang Manor after her return to the capital nor upon her entrance to Yuzhang Manor... Why, it seems like the first time we see A-Yue is in the aftermath of Yuxiu’s brave defense of Awu and her subsequent wounding. Awu comes back home, is accosted by Zitan, speaks to a noticeably worried Song Huaien and the next thing we know, she’s being served by A-Yue. This doesn’t have to mean anything, but it looks rather suspicious for an obviously important maid, one clad in an outfit practically identical to Yuxiu’s, to simply appear out of nowhere.

And then A-Yue proceeds to escort Awu back into danger zone, that is, to the Imperial Palace. About five minutes after an unexpected assassination attempt. What’s really interesting is that she keeps very, almost unnaturally close to Awu on this occasion, following just a step behind her at all times. It could mean nothing, of course. And yet, isn’t it remarkable that this relative newcomer is the one accompanying Awu and not Su Jin’er?

It could also be completely coincidental that she is present while Song Huaien thanks Yuxiu for covering her mistress with her own body. Or... is it? You did what I could not, he says, while A-Yue listens attentively from behind Yuxiu’s shoulder.

Another thing: A-Yue makes something of a habit out of physically supporting other people, be it Yuxiu or Awu. And now that I think about it, it does look like she is always prepared to steady or even catch her charge, as needed.

The next thing we know, a very rude eunuch turns up at Yuzhang Manor with an armed escort. If you watch closely, it’s obvious that A-Yue walks one step closer behind Awu than Su Jin’er. And Su Jin’er has the highest possible status of all female attendants barring Auntie Xu. Once things become tense and men start aggresively posturing, Su Jin’er keeps staring ahead, while A-Yue rather noticeably casts her gaze around. Hmmm, could she be assessing possible dangers to her mistress? Who knows...

And again, when Awu walks down the stairs to the provided carriage, A-Yue is the first to follow.

She is then forbidden from accompanying Awu any further, but it’s a rather curious detail all the same.

Next, Su Jin’er is the one who goes with Awu to see Zitan on his deathbed bedrest, which is something that Xiao Qi very much does not approve of. True, Su Jin’er is Zitan’s acquitance, while A-Yue is not... but if that was the only reason, then why doesn’t she go with Awu to visit Jinruo? Instead, A-Yue and Nanny Xu are the ones that do that. Also, guess who runs to Xiao Qi when Awu drinks herself into unconsciousness? No born and bred Wang maid would do that, not as her first resort. And you know what? Xiao Qi allows himself to show some actual exasperation while in her presence.

During Daddy Wang’s coup A-Yue is nowhere to be seen; this time Awu chooses to take Pang Gui with her. Which is understandable, since he’s bound to be better in an outright fight. After the coup... guess which maid gets asked about whether there are any news from Xiao Qi when he’s nowhere to be found late into the night. And which one accompanies Awu and Xiao Qi to Yuzhang Manor when they go to greet the Screechers. Xiao Qi could have very well been the one to choose A-Yue for this outing as Awu would have needed to dress and get ready after her morning lie-in. Also, it would make sense, since I suspect Su Jin’er or Nanny Xu would be Awu’s natural choices for any visits to her childhood home.

Song Huaien is a man on a mission... and he chooses his allies wisely. He, ah, covertly calls A-Yue away from her daily tasks and asks her to play messenger...

...which she teases him for rather shamelessly. But not like a maid with little to none previous acquitance with Song Huaien would do. She’s mean in a very sisterly way, not giggling about his awkward courtship as Yuxiu’s friend might have done, but instead directly making fun of Song Huaien himself. I wouldn’t have expected our general Song to give flowers to a woman, she says, which makes me wonder how would she even know what a total mess he is with such things. Unless she was a Ningshuo girl, that is.

A-Yue’s involvement in the medicine caper is also very interesting. She is the one who makes Awu’s contraceptive tea and reminds her that she should take it. Moreover, her reaction to Auntie Xu taking it away is telling.

She doesn’t protest when Auntie Xu says that the tea might have been steeped for too long. She just turns, observing very closely and even worriedly as the tray is carried away, while at the same time listening to Auntie Xu’s somewhat incoherent muttering. Yet A-Yue catches all of it, why, she even smiles - somewhat condescendingly - at Auntie Xu’s claim of having an excellent nose. And she is so focused on that tray that Awu needs to call her back to reality. But why? I think somebody here might be in cahoots with Xiao Qi, don’t you? It only becomes more plausible as A-Yue turns out to be the one responsible for keeping custody of medicinal herbs.

I also don’t buy her reaction to Auntie Xu’s outright panic in the kitchen. It’s obvious that something is very much not okay, yet A-Yue shows no serious worry. Oh, she asks the right questions and puts on a mask of concern, yet at the same time doesn’t seem eager to investigate further and shuts up when Auntie Xu tells her not to ask any questions. Hello, A-Yue is no cowed housemaid. She makes faces at Auntie Xu and Screecher both, she teases Song Huaien, she acts like an older sister to Yuxiu and doesn’t keep proper distance from her mistress. And now she just shuts up? Yeah, no.

Her behaviour around those herbs is also pretty sus. She’s a bit too helpful in fact, rushing to unwrap them even as Nanny Xu already does the same and she announces herself in a very rehearsed way when she brings back the remaining supply. Here I am, Auntie Xu! Really? What’s more, she doesn’t make a peep when asked to sneak out and discreetly summon an unfamiliar doctor. She simply nods, as if making some calculations in her mind and rushes away. Methinks somebody went to inform Dawang before summoning that doctor. Why? Well, Xiao Qi stops in place once Nanny Xu touches upon the subject of Awu’s medicine. Could be guilt. Could be that he already knows she’s onto him.

Enough about the herbs. Instead, let us look at other outings. Awu wants to keep her first meeting with Helan Zhen secret... and so Su Jin’er is the one to accompany her. Then Su Jin’er falls sick, but she’s healthy again by the time Awu goes to dance for Screecher’s freedom. Coincidentally, by then there is no need to keep secrets any more; Xiao Qi already knows what’s what. And look at what happens when Awu and Helan Zhen go for a walk.

I’m not saying that A-Yue could take out Helan Tattoo. I’m also not saying she couldn’t. Awu knows that she could be walking into danger, so why not take Pang Gui instead? Ah, we’re trying to appear friendly and accommodating? Then A-Yue is a much better choice. If she is a bodyguard in the first place, that is.

Next suspicious thing, although that could be a matter of translation: when A-Yue speaks of Awu going with Xiao Qi to Ningshuo, she refers to it as returning there. Hey, A-Yue, your Ningshuo cred is showing!

Then, when Awu in on the run, she’s very sure that Miracle Baby will be safe traveling alone with only Nanny Xu and A-Yue to protect him and get him to Turnip. Let’s face it, Nanny Xu is not somebody who should be entrusted with what amounts to a covert mission. And yet Pang Gui goes with Awu and Su Jin’er, while A-Yue takes charge of Miracle Baby and Auntie Xu. Miracle Baby is much more vulnerable than Princess Yuzhang, so how come Awu divides the group this way? Unless she absolutely doesn’t trust Pang Gui to behave in a discreet manner... or A-Yue is indeed a secret operative. Or both.

Let’s skip to Awu’s confrontation with Turnip over Auntie Xu’s grave. Pang Gui is the one to invite Turnip to come... and yet it’s A-Yue who remains present during the actual conversation. Could it be that Pang Gui taking her place would be too much of an overt threat? Yeah, okay, that one is a bit of a stretch. And so is this picture:

Very symbolic, don’t you think? It looks as if Ningshuo soldiers are standing guard over Awu. Okay, back to actual proof!

A-Yue, who had never really taken part in dressing Awu or putting up her hair, suddenly does just that as Awu gets ready to play her part in Xiao Qi’s fake coup. Battle music and all. It could be that she’s the last close attendant to be left standing. Which she is, now that I think about it. But it’s also pretty neat that she’s the one to dress Awu for war. And then...

How many ninjas can you see on this picture? Because I see six, five in black, one is salmon. Why would Awu take a maid with her to the palace in the middle of the Yuzhang Acting Company performance? That doesn’t make sense, they’re practically going into battle.

And again, look what happens once Xiao Qi is supposedly gone and Awu is expecting an attack any moment. She doesn’t take Hu Yao with her. Not even a dressed up Hu Yao! She takes A-Yue.

How would a maid - and not even a palace maid at that! - help in evacuating Zitan?

And yet she does. The moment they hear enemy troops moving through the secret tunnel, two people rush to pull Awu back. One has a very respectable reaction time. And it’s not Pang Gui the Inept Ninja.

One bodyguard rushes the client to safety, looking back from time to time just in case, while the other covers their retreat.

Pang Gui is in the know! He must be, since he stays behind to stop Song Huaien’s Mooks, letting Awu charge into unknown danger with only Zitan (oh so useless), his two attendants (also useless) and A-Yue (potentially immeasurably useful) for company. The whole time they’re running through the palace? A-Yue sticks to Awu like a burr, steading her every time she falters. This girl is a bodyguard and a well-trained one to boot!

And oh look, somebody keeps turning to stand face to face with danger, even as Zitan’s attendants huddle behind her.

Once cavalry arrives, A-Yue sprints for Awu and pulls her out of the way, just as Tang Jing commands his people to protect their Princess. Then, perfectly in accord with Tang Jing’s next command, A-Yue gets Awu to safety.

Have I mentioned that A-Yue keeps looking around in a very cold, professional way? This is no brave maid, this is a skilled operative searching for potential threats to her VIP. Neither Tang Jing nor any Ningshuo soldier tries to help Awu and A-Yue, they just cover them. Could it be that they know Awu is in good hands?

And that’s it. Now, coincidences happen. But what’s more probable? That A-Yue is a normal, if very brave and dependable maid... or that she is Xiao Qi’s agent, carefully handpicked to protect Awu and seamlessly integrate into her entourage at the same time? Those two ninja maids Xiao Qi presents to his wife in Huizhou are good fighters, but they don’t exactly make the best maids. Let’s say, though, that they were all he had at hand in Huizhou. But what would stop him from sending for another guard? One who would wait for Awu’s arrival in the capital, rapidly learning all there is to know about being a personal attendant.

So... am I a clown or not?

#the rebel princess #monarch industry #or maybe I am just pulling it out of thin air #anything not to admit to my mistake #but I wouldn't be so sure about that

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bakubabes-tatakae · 4 years ago

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hii! firstly i wanted to tell you that your works are reallyyy great, loove them! and secondly can i ask you a one shot with kakashi pleease? like he's very dominant and loves you a lot with the prompts, 168:"you're in trouble now", 188:"mine" and 169:"what a pretty sight". (maybe i put to much prompts im sorry, you can choose the one you want). have a niice dayy❤️

THANK YOU. 🥺❤ You’re too kind. I hope you like it.

Mine || {NSFW} Kakashi x Reader

You felt hands wrap around you as you slept, something that shouldn’t have happened since Kakashi was on a mission. Your eyes shot open before you heard the familiar deep voice of the copy ninja speak in your ear. “You’re in trouble now.”

A smile spread across your face as your turned to see the mask of the man you loved, his eyes staring back at you. You noticed the hunger in them and his hands immediately met your body. “Let me show you that you’re mine.” He grabbed the blanket that was covering your figure and threw it to the side. “I’ve been away for so long... I need you, darling.” His seductive words made the ache begin between your legs start to grow. “My hand just doesn’t cut it when I’ve had the real thing so many times.”

He placed his hands on your legs and pushed them apart, his fingers rubbing your panties. “You’re soaked baby girl.” A small whine filled the room as he continued to rub. The sight of you squirming under his touch made a smirk pull at his lips. “What a pretty sight.” A amused exhalation left him as he loitered over you.

Kakashi pushed your underwear the to the side and ran his finger over your entrance, just barely sliding them into your quivering cunt. He was teasing you, something that had always pleased him. As you threw your head back into the pillows he finally pushed his fingers farther into your core. The quicker he moved them in and out of you the more you came undone underneath him.

He could feel your walls closing around his digits and he lustfully coaxed you further. “That’s it baby. I wanna feel you come undone on my fingers. Let daddy see that pretty pussy cum for him.”

You felt your cunt clench around his fingers and the world around you shattered as you screamed his name.

At the sound of his belt coming undone you sat up on your elbows. His erect length came free of his pants and with one hand he pushed you backwards, using the other to line himself up with your tight hole. “Prepare yourself darling, you’re gonna come harder than you ever have before.”

Kakashi slammed his cock into you, bottoming out in your walls, a loud grunt leaving his lips at the feeling of your spongy insides. His pace was animal like as he gripped your hips and pounded himself into you. The sound of your moans and grunts filled the space around you, thankful that you didn’t have any close neighbors.

You were seeing stars as you grew closer to your climax. Your second orgasm was now looming over you. Kakashi was barely able to contain himself as you grew wetter and wetter around his cock. “You’re so wet darling, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“I’m-I’m gonna come Kashi.” You threw your head back again and his lips met your exposed skin on your neck.

“Come for me princess.” His hand wrapped into your hair and tugged on it some. You leaned forward into his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his back as you screamed his name . Your orgasm washing over you harder than you had thought it could. Your nails dug into his exposed skin his shirt wasn’t covering and leaving marks. The feeling of your nails sent him over the edge as he emptied himself inside of you, coating you walls with his white, hot cum.

Kakashi rolled to the side and collapsed beside you, catching his breath. “Wow... it’s been a while since we’ve been able to do that.”

You looked to the side and met his eyes. “Well, if you weren’t always away on missions we’d have more time for that.”

He laughed nervously. “I know, but you know that when Tsunade tells me I have to go I don’t really have a choice. I’m one of her go to Jonin.”

You sighed. “I know Kakashi. I just wish you were home more, that’s all.”

He rolled to the side and placed a hand on your cheek. “Eventually my darling, eventually that day will come.”

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thesoundofmadness · 4 years ago

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Some Dad Randy stuff

I wanna talk about my fanon kids

So Randy has a son named Levi (14) and a daughter named Robin (5). They’re half siblings but there’s no mom in the picture bc neither of their moms stuck around.

Randy tries very hard to be a good dad. He especially tries hard to give both Levi and Robin the proper attention they need since he never really got any attention when he was younger. He’s very kind and understanding and is willing to go to extreme lengths to keep their trust and keep them safe.

After Robin was born, Randy had to quit his second job of being a college professor (he teaches beginner level Chinese classes) and go on mental health meds due to the stress. He hates having to take pills, but he isn’t about to take out his stress on an innocent baby.

Bc that, his relationship with Levi and Robin is pretty solid. Levi doesn’t hesitate to turn to him when he’s in trouble and Robin is a total daddy’s girl.

Howard’s obviously their unofficial uncle. Levi thinks he’s cool, but Robin’s scared of him. Neither Randy or Howard have any idea why.

Levi is a lot like how Randy is in canon. He’s generally positive and determined to achieve his goals, but he’s a bit more cautious and a lot less impulsive than Randy was.

Coincidentally, Levi just happened to be chosen as the ninja. Nomi had no idea Randy was his dad till it was dropped off in his bedroom and saw Randy walk downstairs. Tho it insists him being chosen had nothing to do with Randy, Levi isn’t exactly convinced.

Levi was shocked to find out Randy was the ninja. Nomi didn’t tell him bc revealing previous ninja identities isn’t typically nessecary.

“My dad was the ninja?!” Levi gasps.

“Yes.”

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

“Revealing previous ninja identities isn’t typically necessary.” Nomi explains. “Of course, there are some exceptional cases but many of my students have never asked to learn about previous ninjas.”

“What kind of stuff did Dad do as the ninja?!” Levi asks. “Was he super lame?”

“I don’t know what you mean by ‘lame’ but, your father was quite the trouble maker when he was your age. He was constantly ignoring my warnings and getting himself into bad situations. He often yelled at me for just trying to help.”

“He did??”

“Yes. Sometimes he just ignored me, though, like the Principal incident.”

Levi doesn’t like having to keep a big secret like being the ninja from Randy, tho he doesn’t want him to have to worry too much so he never tells him.

Randy hasn’t really noticed anything. He’s usually too busy with Robin to. Though there have been a few times where he noticed Levi schlomped out, or has even found the nomicon. The magic of the mind wipe kinda prevents him from recognizing stuff like the mask and nomicon.

#rc9gn #rc9gn au #rc9gn hc

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dccomicsimagines · 5 years ago

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What’s Lost is Found - Batfamily Imagine - Part Six.Five

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven

Author’s Note - I know this isn’t what most people expected, but I wanted to do a part from Dick’s perspective. There will still be a part 7. This is just a detour per say. I also apologize for google translate.

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Nine years ago

Dick, still in his Nightwing suit, sighed before collapsing into the chair on the patio of the Manor. The sun was rising. Another day began and Bruce was still gone. He ran a hand through his hair. Everything in him wanted Bruce to appear and scold him for being outside in his Nightwing suit.

He wrung his hands, closing his eyes. No one could know Batman was gone. Deep down, he knew he would have to become Batman, even though it was something he never wanted. Dick didn’t make his name as Nightwing to just go back under Bruce’s shadow, but now he had no choice.

“Damn it, Bruce. You weren’t suppose to go.” Dick leaned forward on his knees. He took off his mask as a tear slipped down his cheek. “What am I supposed to do?” A sob slipped past his lips. He let himself fall apart with his face buried into his hands.

The sun rose just over the horizon when he heard a tiny gasp from behind him. Dick tensed, reaching behind his chair and pulled out a four year old you. You whined, trying to escape his grip by thrashing around.

“Woah, hey, calm down.” His voice came out harsh, cold. Your eyes widened. You fought harder, crying. Dick realized he was scarying you. He loosened his grip, pulling you into his lap. “I’m sorry. You’re okay.” His voice softened. “You scared me. Geez, you’re good at sneaking around, aren’t you?”

You settled down, however, you stayed tense in his lap. Dick noticed your Ninja Turtles pajamas. He snorted, knowing that must have been Tim’s influence, because Alfred would have never bought such a thing.

Dick bounced his knee, uncertain what to do. You glanced up at him nervously. Dick bit his lip. He didn’t know you very well. Tim spent more time with you since you were both living at the manor. At most he only saw you three or four times since you came to Bruce.

“Why are you up so early?” Dick smiled when you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Asks the person who didn’t go to bed yet,” you replied, turning to look at the sunrise.

Dick chuckled, unable to help himself. “You have Alfred’s wit. I’ll give you that.” He hugged you to his chest. You relaxed slightly. “So why are you awake, honey?”

“I always wake up now. Daddy comes home now.” Dick froze, his stomach dropped to his feet.

“Oh baby.” Dick kissed the top of your head. You stiffened in his arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“He’ll come back soon.” You wiggled out of his arms. Putting your hands on your hips, you looked him straight in the eye. Dick’s heart skipped a beat as you were the spitting image of your father. “Tim said he will come back. Daddy always comes back.” You spun on your heels and ran inside. The door slammed behind you.

Dick sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I’m not ready for this.” He slowly got to his feet, groaning. “But here we go.” Slowly, he followed you into the manor.

***

Over the next week, Dick didn’t see you at all. He was distracted by Damian’s rage and Tim’s disappearance. Although he knew you were around, because Alfred would have told him if you disappeared. He didn’t know what to do with you. Part of him felt lost while the other part wanted to hold onto you forever. He wasn’t sure if you would let him. After all, you didn’t really know him.

“Master Dick,” Alfred said one day as he placed a plate with a healthy, but hearty breakfast in front of Dick. “I was wondering if you have some spare time today?”

Dick glanced out the window where Damian was hacking away at the bushes with a sword. “I should.” He took a bite from the plate. “What do you need, Alfred? I hope this isn’t another meeting at Wayne Enterprises. I’m not recovered from the last one.”

“Can you take Mx. (Y/N) out for the day? They have been hiding around the house only coming out to eat.” Alfred pursed his lips. Dick saw the dark circles under Alfred’s eyes.

“Yeah, of course,” Dick said without thinking. He bit his lip. “But they don’t know me very well, Alfred. I don’t know if they would come with me.” Dick felt tired already. “I haven’t seen them in a week.”

Alfred sighed, taking a seat at the table next to Dick. Dick frowned. He knew something was wrong if Alfred was sitting at the table with him. Alfred never sat when there was work to be done. “Mx. (Y/N) has been taking the loss very hard. They say they won’t come out until Master Bruce returns.”

“Crap.” Dick ran a hand through his hair. His food forgotten. “It was my fault. They came to me like a week ago and I set them off.”

“It’s not your fault, Master Dick. Mx. (Y/N) is still very young despite how smart they are.” Alfred patted Dick’s hand. “They do not understand death, no matter how much I try to explain.” Alfred took a shaky breath before getting to his feet to turn away.

Dick forced a smile to his face. “I’ll handle it, Alfred. Why don’t you take some time for yourself?” Alfred nodded and quickly left the room. Dick sighed, eyeing the food on his plate. Suddenly, it hit him. “Wait, what do I do with them all day?” he mumbled to himself.

***

About an hour later, Dick stood under the chandelier with his heart in his throat. “(Y/N), get down from there,” he begged. His eyes widened in terror as the chandelier swung dangerously.

You glared down at him, staying on your perch. Damian marched into the room and stopped next to Dick. He snarled when he saw where you were. “Just let the imbecile fall,” he huffed, crossing his arms.

“Damian,” Dick sighed. His eyes stayed on you as he saw you struggle to keep your balance. He had to admit he was impressed how you got up there and stayed for so long. However, his stomach soured at the thought of you falling. “(Y/N), come down slowly. I’ll catch you.” He held up his arms.

“No.” You bit your lip, steadying yourself again.

“(Y/N), honey, please come down.” Dick kept his arms up, ready to catch you.

Damian snorted. “TT.” He took a rock out of his pocket and launched it at you with surprising speed and force. It hit you hard in the chest, knocking you off the chandelier. Dick ran forward, catching you before you hit the ground. “You’re welcome.” Damian spun on his heels and left the room.

You gasped in Dick’s arms, struggling to breathe. Tears filled your eyes as you clung to Dick. Dick soothed you, rubbing your back. His heart pounded away in his chest. He was torn between anger toward Damian and fear for you.

“You’re okay, baby. I got you.” He kissed the top of your head.

“I want Daddy.” You whimpered, rubbing your chest where the rock had hit.

Dick’s heart broke as he set you down in front of him. He lifted your shirt to check the point of impact. “I know. I miss him too.” Dick frowned, watching you breathe with no difficultly. “We’re going to have Alfred check you out while I talk to Damian, okay?” He picked you up again. You snuggled into his shoulder, closing your eyes. Dick rubbed your back, relieved that you seemed to trust him finally.

***

Dick held your hand tightly as you both stood outside Gotham’s public library. Dick was still reeling from his lecture to Damian about hurting you. Damian was indifferent to the lecture, but Dick knew he had at least made his point. Your chest was okay, but will be bruised. Alfred ordered for you to take it easy and no more climbing before letting Dick take you out of the house. Since Dick’s plan was to take you to the playground, he had to come up with something else.

“We have a library at home,” you said, unimpressed.

Dick pulled you along. “Yes, we do, but we’re here for story time.”

“I can read, you know.” You stopped in your tracks, refusing to move.

“You can?!” Dick blinked in surprise. “But you’re four?!” He stopped with you, keeping your hand in his. You gave him a blank stare that made him feel like the dumbest person on the planet. “Okay, then.” He scooped you up in one arm and walked into the library. You protested, smacking him with your hand. Dick ignored the hit. “You can still do story time even if you can read. It’s nice to have someone read to you.”

“How do you know?” You hit him again. Dick gave you a warning look which you met with a fierce glare of your own. So much for you trusting him, Dick thought. He told himself not to snap at you. You were probably in pain, and missing your dad. Dick had probably acted the same way when he came to live with Bruce.

“I was a kid once.” He followed the signs to the children’s area and set you down. The librarian was calling everyone to sit down on the rug. “Go on. Join them.” You didn’t move, frozen in place. Dick sighed, picking you up to sit you down on the rug. “I’ll be over there.” He kissed the top of your head. You didn’t respond, still tense.

Dick left you and wandered over to the information desk to find Barbara Gordon typing away at a computer. “Well, well, Dick Grayson as I live and breathe.” She put a hand to her heart like she was feeling faint.

“Hey Babs.” Dick smirked, leaning on the desk. “How are you today?”

Barbara frowned, studying him worriedly. “I should probably be asking you that.” She glanced over at the children’s area to see you still sitting on the spot Dick had left you. “Why did you bring (Y/N) here?”

Dick glanced over at you. “Alfred asked me to take them out of the house for the day.” He ran a hand through his hair. “They’ve been hiding around the manor for a week, saying they won’t stop until Bruce comes home.”

“Poor thing.” Barbara rolled away from her computer to start checking in some books.

“And we had a scare this morning. (Y/N) climbed onto the chandelier and wouldn’t get down. Damian threw a rock at them and knocked them off. I was able to catch them in time, but they’re bruised from the rock. “ He sighed, closing his eyes. “I don’t think I was ever that terrified before.”

Barbara nodded, reaching over to pat Dick’s hand. “But they’re safe. Did you talk to Damian?”

“Yeah.” Dick opened his eyes, smiling when he saw Barbara’s face. “He didn’t seem to take to the lecture, but I think he understood he could have killed them.”

“Good.” Barbara scanned another book. Her expression dropped into a frown. “Did you hear Black Mask is trying to rebuild his operation?” Her voice low to avoid being overheard.

Dick pursed his lips. “Yeah, we got some intel last night. I already sent it to you once you have a chance.”

The two of them fell into more business talk, their voices barely above whispers. It wasn’t until story time was over and kids started to run around that Dick glanced back over at the children’s area. His heart skipped a beat when he couldn’t find you. “Shit.”

Barbara followed his gaze. “Lost them?” She frowned. “I’ll help you look.” She rolled out from behind the desk area. Dick’s heart was in his throat as he searched the children’s area. Barbara talked to the librarian who had done story time to see if she knew where you went.

Dick searched like a mad man. He left the children’s area to go into the bookshelves in the back. When he finally reached the last shelf, he found you sitting on the floor with a big book in your lap. Relief flowed through him with anger quickly following. He wanted to march over and give you a peace of his mind for running off. However, he stopped himself. You were only four. Maybe you didn’t know it was wrong or you didn’t respect him enough.

He sighed, calming down before slowly making his way over to you. You tensed as he neared. Dick guessed you did know it was wrong to run off. He reminded himself that you were probably in pain. “(Y/N), you scared me to death.” He sank to his knees beside you.

You didn’t look up from the book. Dick ran a hand through his hair. “Honey, you can’t run off like that. I thought maybe someone took you or you got lost.” Annoyed, Dick yanked the book out of your lap. You whined, eyes going wide. “Are you listening to me?” He set the book aside and put his hands on your shoulders. “You do not run off. Do you understand?”

Slowly, you nodded your head. Tears filled your eyes. Dick’s heart broke at the sight, but he stayed stern. He had to let you know that it was not okay. “We’re going to tell Alfred about this when we get home,” Dick said, picking you up and setting you on his hip.

“Oh good, you found them,” Barbara said as she came around the corner. Dick smiled at her, noticing how you stayed tense in his arms. He scooped up the book, handing it to Barbara.

“Yeah, they were reading.” Dick turned to study you. You won’t look at him, tears still in your eyes. He bounced you a little only to get a whine from you. Dick sighed.

Barbara eyed you. “Maybe you could take (Y/N) to a movie or something? Considering what they were reading, I think they probably found story time boring.”

Dick blushed, feeling dumb for not thinking of that himself. “Yeah, that might be a good idea.” He looked at you, bouncing you again. “Wanna go see a movie, (Y/N)?”

You just looked at him blankly. Dick sighed.

“I’ll talk to you later, Dick. Bye (Y/N).” Barbara waved before going back to her desk. Dick and you stared at each other.

“To the movies it is.” He walked out of the library with you stiff in his arms.

***

Dick smiled when he saw how wide your eyes got at the sight of the movie theater. It was one of the huge, big brand ones recently built in the outskirts of Gotham. “Have you been to a movie theater before, (Y/N)?”

You didn’t reply, still awed by the big building. Dick chuckled, scooping you up in his arms to get you inside. Your jaw dropped at the massive, nicely decorated lobby. Dick smiled, glad to see you displaying some kind of emotion. He bought the tickets to the new Disney movie and got in the concessions line.

“Popcorn?” Dick asked, bouncing you on his hip. You eyed the clerk as they pumped butter into a bag of popcorn.

“Alfred wouldn’t like that.” You licked your lips. Dick snorted. Alfred had kept you too healthy if you had to worry about that.

“What Alfred doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Dick set you down to place the order. He got one bag of popcorn with two sprites. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the soda fountain cup. Dick put the straw in, chuckling when he saw you only get more confused. “Haven’t you see one of these before?”

You shook your head, reaching to take the cup. “We only drink from glasses at home.”

“Haven’t you been out to eat before?” Dick picked up the bag of popcorn and his own drink. You followed, still studying the cup.

“Daddy doesn’t take me out to eat with him, and Alfred always cooks.” You pursed your lips. Dick noticed you got a defensive look on your face. “Daddy took me out to eat in Japan, but they had glasses.”

Dick frowned, wondering when Bruce took you to Japan. “What did you do in Japan?” He held the door to the theater for you. You headed inside, not giving him a passing look.

“日本語のトレーニングと学習,” you replied with a satisfied smirk on your face. Dick blinked in surprise. Bruce had created a monster if you were already fluent in multiple languages at four years old. You stopped, frozen in fear when you saw lots of people already in the theater.

Suddenly, Dick realized what your issue was. “It’s okay.” He led you up the stairs. You followed, staying close enough to almost run into him. Dick found an empty row and went to sit in the middle away from other people. You relaxed. “Sit down.” He nodded to the chair. A laugh threatened to escape him when you struggled to sit with the hinged seat.

“Shut up.” You hissed, finally getting settled. Dick sank down beside you.

“I didn’t say anything,” he chuckled. He held out the popcorn for you. You carefully took one piece, licking it before putting it in your mouth. “What do you think?”

You wrinkled your little nose. Dick’s heart melted at the sight. “It’s...okay.” You took another piece, performing the same ritual as you did before. Dick smiled as the lights in the theater dimmed. The movie trailers started to play. Dick realized he might have finally made a connection with you at last.

***

A few weeks later, Dick put on the batsuit for the first time. The cape was heavy on his back, reminding him why he had ditched it when he became Nightwing. The cowl was claustrophobic, but he swallowed hard and stepped out of the changing area of the cave.

“You look splendid, Master Dick,” Alfred said, waiting beside Damian. Damian was in his Robin suit with a displeased snarl on his face.

“TT, why do you get to be Batman? He was my father,” Damian retorted.

Dick sighed, giving Damian a scolding look. “Maybe someday, but not today.” He marched to the flying batmobile Damian had finished building. “Are we ready? We have to be at the warehouse before Black Mask starts his meeting.”

He almost fell when he heard an excited gasp coming from the stairs of the cave. “Daddy! I knew you would come back! Daddy! Daddy!” Little footsteps ran up behind him. A little hand took his. Dick forced himself to turn to see you in Teddy Bear pajamas. He glanced over to see the blood drain out of Alfred’s face.

“You idiot,” Damian snapped. He marched over and smacked you across the head. “That’s Grayson. You should have known that. You are an embarrassment to the Wayne name.”

Dick’s heart sank into the floor as the realization dawned on your face. You rubbed the side of your head where Damian had hit you, tears filling your eyes. “Oh baby.” Dick knelt down in front of you, pulling off the cowl. You flinched at the sight of his face. “I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

A sob slipped out of your lips. You sprinted back up the stairs. Dick watched you go. “Idiot,” Damian huffed. Dick’s eyes snapped to Damian with a deadly look on his face. Damian swallowed nervously.

“Stop it. (Y/N) is your sibling. You do not treat them like that.” Dick got to his feet before looking over at Alfred. “Can you take care of (Y/N)? We can’t miss Black Mask’s meeting.” His heart broke when he saw how tired Alfred was.

“Of course, Master Dick. Go.” Alfred turned to head up the stairs. Guilt ate at Dick’s stomach as he pulled on the cowl. He hopped into the batmobile with Damian trailing behind. He took a deep breath before hitting the gas to zoom off into the night.

***

Dick was a terrible person for letting Alfred handle you for the weeks to come. He was busy being Batman, running after Damian, trying to help Tim’s emotional state, and monitoring Jason. Not to mention, he had moved all of you into the penthouse of Wayne Tower. It hurt him, but he just didn’t have the time.

Late one night, he stepped out of the elevator to the penthouse to find you and Alfred having a stand off.

“Mx. (Y/N), you are going to bed.” Alfred crossed his arms, frowning down at you.

You glared back at him. “No.” You put your hands on your hips. “There’s no point.”

“A growing child needs their rest. That is the purpose of sleep.” Alfred attempted to grab your arm, but you danced away.

“No!” You screamed before running out of the room. Alfred sighed, rubbing his eyes. Dick’s heart ached.

“I’ll take care of them, Alfred. Go to bed yourself,” Dick said, patting Alfred’s shoulder. Alfred looked relieved.

“Thank you, Master Dick.” Alfred shuffled out of the room. He had aged in the past two months, but then so had Dick. Dick stretched his arms above his head, feeling his shoulders crack. He took a deep breath and turned to go find you.

Luckily, the penthouse was smaller and you didn’t have as many hiding places. There also wasn’t a chandelier much to Dick’s relief.

He eventually made his way to the laundry room. “(Y/N)?” The dryer door was open slightly with a big bundle inside. Dick paused, knowing it was unlike Alfred to leave clothes in the dryer. Slowly, he tiptoed to the dryer. He heard the sound of something breathing from within. In one sudden motion, he opened the door and pulled out the bundle into his arms.

You screamed, wiggling to get away, but you were too wrapped up in the blanket to escape. “No, no, no, no!”

“Calm down,” Dick soothed, carrying you out of the room and back to your own bedroom. Alfred had decorated it so you would be more comfortable. He sat on the bed, holding you to his chest. You resisted, trying to bite him. Dick sighed, exhaustion sinking in as you buried your teeth into his collarbone. It hurt, but he didn’t react.

You bit down harder, fighting against him with all your might. Dick just held you tighter. He knew he had to wear you down. Eventually, you’ll give up. At least that is what he told himself.

Finally after a long time, you stopped struggling and started to cry. Dick rocked you. His heart broke at the sound. “You’re okay, baby. I’m here.”

“I want Daddy,” you sobbed, burying your face into Dick’s chest. Dick ran his fingers through your hair. He didn’t know what else to say.

“I know.” He kept rocking you. “But you can’t be mean to Alfred or me. Your father wouldn’t want that.” A wet spot formed on his shirt from your tears, but he didn’t care. When you finally calmed somewhat, he looked down to meet your eye. “Why did you say there was no point in going to bed?”

You whined. “Because there will be no one here when I wake up.”

Dick tensed, horror causing his stomach to drop to his feet. “Honey, no. We’ll be here. We’re not going to disappear. Someone will always be here for you, I promise.” Dick kissed the top of your head.

“No one is here. I’m alone.” A sob escaped your lips. You wiggled out of Dick’s arms to lay down on the bed, far away from Dick. Dick’s eyes widened, frozen in shock.

“Shit.” He ran a hand through his hair. Your shaky gasps filled his ears. Dick thought back to the last few weeks. He had been neglecting you, leaving you to Alfred. The only thing he had done with you was take you to one movie. He had gotten distracted by having to become Batman and taking care of Damian and the others.

Dick turned to look at you, watching you curl up into a ball. Slowly, Dick laid down beside you. He shifted to get under the covers. You choked as Dick tucked you in beside him. “You won’t be alone. I’ll be here for you.” He pulled you close. Your body heat warmed his side. You relaxed, wiping away your tears. Dick’s heart glowed at the sight. He gently wiped away a tear you missed with his thumb before closing his eyes. “I’ll do better. I promise.” He ran his fingers through your hair.

***

“(Y/N) seems better,” Barbara said. Dick hummed, leaning back against the tree. You ran around, climbing around on the playground with endless amount of energy.

“Yeah, I finally figured out what I needed to do.” Dick crossed his arms. He smiled when he saw you flip off the monkey bars with a skill far beyond your years. “They were being so difficult, because they felt alone. I guess I underestimated how much time Bruce spent with them.”

Barbara hummed, rolling back out of the sun and into the shade of the tree. “I think he really tried with (Y/N). He didn’t want to mess up with them as much as he did with the rest of us.”

Dick pursed his lips. “Yeah, maybe.” He smiled when he saw you laugh as you climbed on top of the monkey bars. “I didn’t know if I could do this. Being a parent, but now, I couldn’t imagine it any other way.”

“I never imagined you would take so to parenthood.” Barbara crossed her arms. He opened his mouth to reply once to hear a scream and a thump. Dick was immediately running over to where you laid on the ground.

“Oh baby. Are you okay?” Dick scooped you up in his arms, checking you over. You just smiled up at him calmly. He blinked in confusion.

“Got ya.” You wiggled out of his arms to run away.

“Why you little....” Dick chased after you, chuckling to himself.

Barbara watched the two of you, shaking her head. She knew this was the happiest she had seen Dick in a long time.

***

“Dickie, look what I made,” you cried, running over to him once he stepped out of the elevator to the penthouse. You were in an old, paint splattered shirt.

The exhaustion in his body disappeared the moment he saw your smile. “Hello, honey.” He scooped you up, spinning you around. Your laughter filled his ears. “What did you make?” He threw you up in the air and caught you.

“See?” You waited until he put you down to take his hand and pull him over to the dining room table. It was covered with art supplies. Dick noticed it was covered in a old sheet as well. He smiled, knowing Alfred at least knew what you were doing.

“What?” He focused back on you. You paused, grinning when you realized you had his full attention. “A mess?”

“No, see. I painted like Jackson Pollock.” You pointed to your colorful splattered paper.

Dick gasped. “Oh wow. It’s like the real thing.” He studied the paper. A proud smile grew on your face. Dick’s heart glowed in a way he never felt before. “You did this by yourself?”

“Uh huh.” You held up your arms and Dick scooped you up again. “And it’s for you. You can hang it in your bedroom.”

“Well, thank you. I needed something to go on my wall.” He chuckled, bouncing you on his hip. “You know what we should do. We should make a painting for Alfred too.”

Your eyes widened in excitement. It was so different from how you were months before. Dick couldn’t believe it, and he loved every second of it. “We should.” You kissed his cheek. Dick laughed again, setting you back down before helping you paint a masterpiece for Alfred.

***

Tim’s insistence that Bruce was alive echoed through Dick’s head as he stared at Bruce, alive, resting in a bed. The watchtower buzzed around him. Tim was inside, telling Bruce everything that happened.

“TT.” Damian shifted beside him. Dick glanced over at him. “He’s going to take Robin away from me.”

“He won’t do that.” Dick patted Damian’s shoulder. “You’ve done a great job, and you’ve come so far. He’ll see that.” Damian sighed.

Meanwhile, Dick’s heart was threatening to break. How was he going to explain this to you? How would you react? Would you reject him for Bruce? His eyes watered when he realized he was less concerned about how you would accept Bruce, but he was more worried how you would react to him.

Dick cleared his throat. “Damian, why don’t you go see him?” He gently pushed Damian toward the door. Damian looked back at him for a moment before heading inside with a glare. Tim and Bruce stopped talking when Damian walked in. Dick couldn’t hear what they said, but soon Damian joined their conversation.

A tight smile pulled at Dick’s lips. At least Damian is handling this well, he thought. He turned down the hall, dread filling him.

***

“Daddy’s back?” You looked confused. Dick ran his fingers through your hair from where he sat on the edge of your bed. “What took him so long?”

Dick coughed, hating himself. Guilt from not wanting to tell you about your father’s return was eating him alive. “Honey, he had a long journey back. He was lost in time. You can’t just snap your fingers to come back from that.”

“Huh.” You sat up to wrap your arms around Dick’s neck. Dick’s heart melted, tears filling his eyes. “Can we see him?”

“Yeah, we can go see him.” He rested his cheek against your shoulder.

Dick held you for a long moment. You sighed. “I love you.” Dick choked, tightening his arms around you. Those were words he never thought he’d hear from you. Maybe it wasn’t so bad that Bruce came back. Maybe you wouldn’t reject him.

“I love you too, baby.” Tears slipped down his cheek. Whether they were from relief or joy, Dick didn’t know.

***

Several months past, and things stayed the same. You and Damian lived with him while Bruce ran around the world to build his Batman Incorporated. Dick told himself that nothing changed. He still had you, and he could shower you with love without it being a betrayal to Bruce. Dick felt content in the fact he could have you even if Bruce was back.

However, it all went to pieces in one moment.

“So, you’re going to take over being Batman again?” Dick asked as he and Bruce entered the elevator to head back up to the penthouse.

“Yes.” Bruce crossed his arms. He frowned when he looked at the Batcave Dick had established in Wayne Tower. Dick saw the frown, flinching at the thought that Bruce didn’t approve of his move to Wayne Tower. The elevator doors closed and Bruce’s frown disappeared. “You have done a good job, Dick. I’m happy that someone was able to keep things operating while I was....gone.”

Dick smiled, knowing it was probably hard for Bruce to admit. “Thanks. I’m glad you approve.” He bit his lip. “I’ll go back to being Nightwing then?”

Bruce eyed him. “If you want to.”

Dick opened his mouth to ask about you and Damian, but he shut it. His stomach twisted in fear of the answer. “Good,” he choked, forcing a smile back to his face.

The elevators doors opened to the living room of the penthouse. Both men stepped out. There was a scream that sent both into defensive stances. “(Y/N)?!” Dick said, recognizing your scream.

Suddenly, you zoomed around the corner and did a running jump into Dick’s arms. Dick caught you, grunting when you slammed into his chest. Damian was right behind you. He skid to a halt, growling when he saw you were in Dick’s arms.

“What’s going on?” Dick demanded, glancing between you and Damian. Damian crossed his arms, not meeting Dick’s gaze. You gave Dick an innocent look before hiding your face into his neck.

“TT, they pushed me when I was doing my inverted push-ups.” Damian glared at you. You kept your face in Dick’s neck. However, Dick could feel a little chuckle escape your lips.

Dick pursed his lips to keep from smiling. “I’m sure (Y/N) didn’t mean to, Damian. They were probably just playing with you.” He adjusted you in his arms.

“TT.” Damian spun on his heel and marched out of the room. Once he was gone, Dick allowed himself to smile.

You peeked up at him, smiling when you saw his grin. “Oh, honey.” Dick kissed your forehead. You glowed from the attention.

“Can you play with me, Dickie or are you too busy?” You pouted your lips adorably.

Dick’s heart melted. “Sure, in a bit.” It was at that moment Dick remembered Bruce was beside him. He set you down. “I’ll come find you.” You nodded, running off. Dick swallowed hard. Slowly, he turned to look at Bruce.

The devastation on Bruce’s face stabbed Dick’s heart. Dick felt sick to his stomach. “Bruce...” He choked, unable to say more.

Betrayal flashed in Bruce’s eyes. “You’re doing a good job, Dick.” Bruce swallowed hard, turning around to go back into the elevator. “I think you should keep being Batman. You have made your place here.”

“No, Bruce, it’s not...” Dick reached out for him, but the elevator doors closed before he could.

Dick fell to his knees. “What have I done?” He whispered to himself as tears filled his eyes.

***

“Master Dick, what are you doing up here?” Alfred asked, peering out of the roof access door to find Dick sitting on the edge of the roof. “Mx. (Y/N) was looking for you.”

Dick glanced back at Alfred, shaking his head. “No, I can’t see (Y/N).” He buried his head in his hands.

A sigh escaped from Alfred. He slowly made his way out and sat down beside Dick on the edge of the roof. “Now what is bothering you, Master Dick? I would have thought you would have been happy to finally have the weight of being Batman off your shoulders.”

Dick groaned. “It’s not that, Alfred. Being Batman wasn’t important.” He dropped his hands and stared out at the city. “It’s (Y/N).” A tear slipped down his cheek.

“Mx. (Y/N)?” Alfred studied Dick curiously. Dick knew Alfred sensed what he was talking about, but he was going to make Dick spell it out for him.

“I...I took them away from Bruce. They ignored him, Alfred.” Dick gasped, desperation in his eyes. “They ran to me, and completely ignored him.” His hands shook. “And I let it happen, I didn’t tell them to go to him or hand them over. I couldn’t hand them over. They’re my kid....” Dick’s eyes widened in horror. “No, they aren’t mine. (Y/N) is Bruce’s.”

Alfred reached over to pat Dick’s shoulder. “Master Dick, you raised them for about a year. It’s okay. Mx. (Y/N) will acclimate to Master Bruce once again. It takes time.”

“No, Alfred. You didn’t see the look on his face.” Dick swallowed hard. The tears flowing freely down his cheeks. “He looked like I stole them from him. Then he left, saying I should stay here as Batman and keep them.” Dick slapped his hand against his leg. “Damn it, Alfred. He’s doing what he always does. Leaves things because he doesn’t know how or he thinks things would be better off without him and that’s not true.”

“I know.” Alfred squeezed Dick’s shoulder. “I’ve been trying to stop him from doing that since he was a child.”

Dick shook his head. “But I can’t let him. Damian and (Y/N) need him, not me.”

“What are you suggesting, Master Dick?” Alfred frowned worriedly. “Nothing changes Master Bruce’s mind if he’s made it up.”

Dick was quiet for a long moment. “Oh god.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m going to have to give them up.”

“What?!” Alfred’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “Master Dick! That is nonsense!”

“No! It has to be done!” Dick got to his feet, pacing. He ran his hand through his hair again, threatening to pull his hair out. “Bruce won’t step up unless he has to. The only reason he would have to is if I refuse to parent his kids for him anymore.” Dick gasped. “I’ll give them up. My....No, not mine.” He shook his head.

“Master Dick, think about this before you decide. This will harm Mx. (Y/N) and Master Damian for you to suddenly leave them.” Alfred’s frown deepened as Dick ignored his words.

“I have to do it. For (Y/N), for Damian, for Bruce.” Dick turned to head back inside, determination and pain in his step. Alfred shook his head, sighing hopelessly.

***

Dick folded his clothes into the box, doing his best not to think. He tried to erase Bruce’s dumbfound expression when Dick told him he was leaving. Damian had been there too, stunned.

You didn’t know as Dick couldn’t find it in his heart to tell you. He avoided you, smiling when he heard you going to Bruce to ask where he was. Bruce seemed uncertain, but Dick could feel that one day, Bruce’s relationship with you would become what it once was.

However, Dick had to leave for that to happen. He swallowed past the lump in his throat. Once the last shirt was inside, he folded up the box. He tucked it under his arm and grabbed his duffel. Packing lightly was a good plan considering he didn’t know where he was going to go. Nothing seemed appealing knowing you weren’t going to be there to brighten his day.

He slipped out of his bedroom at the penthouse, heading toward the elevator. Just when he pressed the call button, little arms wrapped around his legs. He glanced down to see you. His heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

“Where are you going, Dickie?” You tilted your head at him. Your eyes wide in confusion.

Dick sighed, telling himself that he could do this. He swallowed past the lump in his throat again. “I got to go, honey.” He set the box down to get down to your level.

“Why?” Your lips trembled. Dick felt sick to his stomach.

“Well, I got to go back to being Nightwing. People need my help elsewhere.” He forced a smile on his face. “And you’re going to move back into the Manor with your father.”

You blinked, tears filling your eyes. “But can’t you come with me?”

“No.” Dick let his smile drop.

“But why?” You started to cry loudly. Dick closed his eyes, pain racking through his body at the sound. Why did you have to make this so hard?

“Because it’s time. You have your dad.” He pushed you away from him. You weren’t ready for it, falling to the ground. The shock was mirrored on both your and Dick’s faces. Dick forced himself to pick up his box.

Bruce appeared in the doorway. “What’s going on?” He saw you on the ground and quickly came to your side. You kept crying, gasping for breath as you looked at Dick with heartbroken eyes.

“Take care of your kid, Bruce.” Dick’s voice was cold to hide the pain. He turned around, entering the elevator. He pressed the button to the batcave and as the doors closed, he saw Bruce take you into his arms. You hugged him back tightly. Dick smiled sadly. He knew this was for the best. You needed your dad and Bruce needed you. With a broken heart, Dick knew you would be in good hands.

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Babies - Mortal Kombat Preference

Johnny Cage

Johnny didn’t really know how Cassie would react when she found out you were expecting a baby – his baby. He knew his daughter had always hoped that her parents would get back together, like they were when she was little, but seemed to slowly warm up to the prospect of her Dad re-marrying.

But as soon as she saw that little face, she – like everyone else who encountered the little one – were completely in love.

He may have cried a little – a lottle – when he held them for the first time, but will most likely deny that; “Nah, there was just - something in my eye.”

When it came to deciding baby names, he had his heart set on Johnny Jnr, for a boy. As for girl names, he was a lot more flexible.

Surprised you with a mini version of one of his ‘JC’ tracksuits. As nice as it was, there was no way that your kid would be wearing that…unless he dressed them (he put it on them one day when you were out, and you just didn’t have the heart to take it off.)

Spoils them immensely. As the daughter/son of a famous actor, companies jumped at the opportunity to send you free stuff – the living room was no longer habitable due to the sheer mass of freebies you’d accumulated.

Regardless of whether this is young!Johnny or older!Johnny, I can see him proudly carrying the little one in his arms, no matter who’s company he’s in, because hell yeah you guys made a cute baby!

But if anyone gets too close for his liking – whether that be the paparazzi, or someone more sinister – he’d quickly shield them away from prying eyes. He flat out refuses to divulge too much information to the press because the last thing he wants is for you to be bombarded.

Erron Black

Holy shit. Holy shit. It has literally just sunk in that he’s a Father, and he’s shook.

Can’t stop staring at their little, peaceful face. It’s clear who their parents are, even without having to take a second look – they have the perfect blend of your features mixed with his. They’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

Once they fall asleep in his arms, that’s him for the night. He’ll try not to move too much because he doesn’t want to want them up.

He’d make a solemn vow to be a good Dad. He didn’t have a good relationship with his parents and refuses to follow in their footsteps.

I think he’d be a lot more conscientious of the jobs he’d take; he must think not only of himself and you, but also of little Black-(Y/L/N). He would try not to stray too far from you both if anything should happen. If you don’t know how to defend yourself already, he’d insist that you learn – he’d probably teach you himself.

He’s not too fussed about names, providing it’s not a name he deems ‘stupid.’

He struggles to be soft – doesn’t do baby talk, since it makes him feel stupid, but he’ll have a much softer tone to his words. That paired with his accent makes your heart melt, and your baby clearly loves it too (who wouldn’t.)

The Black Dragon will never know of his child’s existence. Ever. He’ll be damned if they get dragged into that shitshow. Kano will never meet them, nor will any other member of the gang.

His guns are either kept on him, or out of reach, for obvious reasons. When they’re old enough he’ll teach them how to shoot, but until then – no touchy.

Kabal

The world around him seems to screech to a halt , as soon as he sees that little face poking out from the blankets. It’s as if everything has come to a standstill, and there’s only you, the baby and himself in the world.

When they grab his finger in their tiny hand his heart just melts. When they coo at him, his eyes go all misty and soft and it’s adorable.

Insists that their name begin with a ‘K’ to mirror his own.

Like Erron, he’d make sure that Kano the Piss Goblin will never know that the baby exists. Whether that means he’ll have to leave the Black Dragon, potentially having to change his name as well as taking you and the baby as far away from them as possible – he’d do it in a heartbeat.

I think he’s a man who loves his Mom dearly, so of course he’d want her to see her Grandchild. She’s just as taken with them as he is and pulls you both into a congratulatory hug. She probably will knit them stuff such as baby socks, or little blankies with their name on it, which never cease to warm your heart.

He loves it when they fall asleep on his chest. There is nothing in this world that he loves more than having you tucked into his side with your little baby sprawled out across his chest, snoring away.

Even though they probably can’t grasp concepts other than food and who their parents are, he’ll watch movies with them, pointing out the good ones and the bad ones. He won’t even subject them to the Ninja Mime franchise, but just shows them the DVD cases like “These are the ones that Daddy hates, when you get older you’ll understand why…”

Pre-Burn or Post-Burn, he’d love them unconditionally. Post-Burn would be anxious that his mask and or appearance would scare them, but when they smile their gummy smile at him all that worry just dissolves.

Hanzo Hasashi

This isn’t his first rodeo, so he’s very helpful during labour. There’s something sadly reminiscent of his previous experience which means he might need to talk a walk during, but he’s there for you.

Tries not to cry when he sees the baby – fails miserably.

Holds them to his chest, pressing soft kisses to their fuzzy head, whispering in his native tongue. You don’t really know what he’s saying but judging by the misty look in his eyes and how much love is pouring out of him, it was clearly something beautiful.

To him, this is the promise of a fresh start. He’ll not let history repeat itself and will protect both you and his child to the ends of the Earth.

Their baby clothes are mostly the typical colours – cream, mixed with shades of baby blue and or pink. However, Shirai Ryu colours will slowly mix in with this, but you don’t mind that much – the little yellow baby-grow is gorgeous.

The only people who know of the baby’s existence are yourself (obviously), Kuai, Takeda, Jacqui and Cassie – Johnny knows too but only because Cassie told him.

Tries to be the strict parent but he’s a softie at heart. Unless they do something outlandish, there is virtually no discipline in the house.

If their first word is ‘Dada’, he’ll be in awe. Grandmaster Grumpy Face has a heart but only for the select few.

Kuai Liang

He’s composed on the outside, screaming on the inside. It’s a good thing that Hanzo happened to be around when you went into labour, otherwise he would be essentially lost.

He sits outside the waiting room with Bi-Han and Hanzo, trying to not panic at the sounds of your pain – he got sent out by the nurse because he looked ready to pass out, the poor soul.

Rushes through the door as soon as he hears the baby cry.

Holds them in his arms – he can’t stop looking at them, they’re so perfect. Bi-Han claps him on the back, congratulating his brother, as well as you. Hanzo looks over you and Kuai with a look that’s reminiscent and vaguely emotional.

Doesn’t want everyone to know about the newest addition to your family. Hanzo and Bi-Han are the first to know since they were there, but other than that there are few who know.

Has no problem with doing the late-night/early-morning feeds. As Grandmaster, he’s up early every morning, so this doesn’t change his routine much; plus, it lets you sleep more so win-win.

His cool body-temperature is calming for the little one – Cryomancy genetics and all that jazz – so more often than not, they’ll crash out in his arms. These are the some of the moments he loves dearly, their little chubby face smushed against his shoulder, sleeping peacefully.

The embodiment of the ‘Don’t speak to me or my son again’ meme. Johnny has been warned on countless occasions that if he swears around the baby or tries to share his bad influence with them, he’ll get his ass kicked.

If the babies’ first word is either a curse word, or some variation of ‘Blueberry Ice’, Johnny’s getting frostbite.

Bi-Han

Everything needs to be in shades of blue – he put his foot down on that detail. The baby would most likely be a Cryomancer, so it’s important that they rep the Lin Kuei colours.

He’d probably be hoping for a son – ‘cause tradition and all that jazz – to carry on his legacy, but if he had a daughter he would be wrapped around her little finger.

I could see him rocking one of those baby carriers whilst simultaneously teaching. No-one questions him, since he’s the Grandmaster – plus the baby is adorable, so there’s very little confliction.

Thinks up cute snow / ice / cold related nicknames for the little one, which probably will evolve into their code-name when they get older. He still calls Kuai ‘Tundra’ when they’re not in front of their students, so that playful nature is still there under that stern façade.

Doesn’t want to shove the fact that his kid is angelic in people’s faces but – look at his angel baby. Look at them! They are perfect! Those eyes! That little button nose! But don’t touch the baby. He will cut a bitch.

“Let’s go see Uncle Kuai”

Uncle Kuai has little to no experience with babies but he’s gotta learn! He’s only ever met young Lin Kuei members when they were just exiting the toddler stage, so seeing a baby this small makes him a bit more cautious.

The sight of you with the baby makes him feel at home. And he’ll probably want another…

Kung Lao

For all his confidence during your pregnancy, this man is basically hopeless when you go into labour. Like, he tries to be as supportive as he can be, but he’s white as a sheet and looks as if he’ll faint at any given moment.

He’s very gentle when he holds them for the first time, as if he’s scared that he’ll break them. He remembers holding Jin when he was an infant, so the experience isn’t knew to him, but knowing that the baby in his arms is his – it blows his mind.

He manages not to cry until they open their little eyes, peering up at him in wonder. Then he almost sobs.

From day one, he’s the Over-protective Parent. Upon learning about his fate in the Coliseum, he’ll maintain a watchful eye over your baby, at all times. He’s taken them to class a couple of times, which granted him a few stares but otherwise was unmentioned – they were just grateful he went…

Keeps his hat out of there reach – his worst nightmare is that they cut their little hands on the blade.

He’ll probably want his name incorporated in their’s. If it’s a boy, he’ll want to name them after him to keep with tradition, but if it’s a girl he’ll be happy with it as a middle-name.

Isn’t the biggest fan of having other people hold them; the only people to have had the go ahead, other than those within the temple, are Raiden and Cassie. He’s constantly afraid that they’ll drop the baby, and so would rather hold them and let the person fawn over them that way.

#johnny cage #kabal #erron black #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #bi-han #kung lao #mortal kombat #mk #mk x #mk 11 #mortal kombat preference

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Any thoughts of all the characters of the Masked Singer so far? The last would be your favorites.

you have unleashed this question and now i will not hold back. (this is going to be long im so sorry fdjkfdsjfk)

ok season 1 + 2 has a total of 28 characters and of course im biased to the first one but i am warming up to the season 2 characters.. ugh theyre all so good... i’ll start in reverse order according to the character sorter i made

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flower - im scared of her. BUT she sings so good 😭 my pops thinks she’s tina turner... me and ma say it’s patti labelle. i think she’ll make it far in the competitionbee - i was scared of her too. but honestly the costume grew on me... miss gladys come thru! she was my friends fav 🐝butterfly - THE INSECT COSTUMES SCARE ME i DONT KNOW WHY THEY JUST DO. shes a good singer but i get her & widow confused a lot 😭egg - i was NOT crazy abt him at first but like.. wow. after watching him perform.. swagger leaped out. i like him now he is cooltree - THE COSTUME IS SILLY. i appreciate her holday spirit & festive aura. she really is a tree huh!flamingo - she could be peacock’s girlfriend 😳 no clue who this is.. is guessing a youtuber too obvious...?alien - she looks like an invader zim character. i like it. miss jackson snapped!ladybug - SCARED OF INSECTS BUT her costume is cute when i see how expressive she is 🐞pineapple - bro.. this dude is old as hell props to him FJDFJDK wow his mindblack widow - alas... i am afraid. the costume is dope tho. when she came out struttin on stage.. ok werk miss widow!raven - she makes me sad. i care her 😭 shes vry dark and gothic and i vibe w that. she is cool i care herdeer - i LIKE HIM BECAUSE HE’S CREEPY THATS IT. FJKSLjskeleton - oh hello mr bones.. 💀 hes funny and short i like him ugh.. sans undertale WHO? fdhjkfer is he danny devito or sumn LFMSDAlion - i LEGIT THOUGHT SHE WOULD WIN SEASON 1... i was literally so shocked when she got eliminated i was like 😲 she made it so far tho i was proud of her. queenpoodle - that shit was literally so funny ken was so shook when she was revealed 😂😂 HER COSTUME BANGS BTWpenguin - love her. she’s so tiny. adore that. also im going to get progressively hornier as this list goes on and i love her boobs. penguin tiddiesrottweiler - hes kinda sexy but im literally shook at his background dancers... he’s really into pup play huh! 😳😳😳 thingamajig - HE’S LIKE.. HE’S LIKE MONSTERS COUSIN. i hope he wins season 2. hes freakin tall as hell. wow. he is a thing that likes to majigunicorn - objectively the prettiest costume. also i saw nsfw art of her once.. it was pretty fleekmonster - baby. i love you. he deserved his win. king of masked singer. KING i LOVE U 😭👑eagle - ... imma keep it real with you.. he can NOT sing but hes sexy and a dilf and i WILL have sex with him if he don’t stop messin around.hippo - he’s cute but also i will fuck him. i love thick men! sit on my facepanda - SHE’S BABY. I LOVE HER. I CARE HER... SOOO SWEET i cried 🐼💕ice cream - actually i like him a lot.. i didnt think i would but hes kinda meme-y and also hes freakin NINJA. his mindfox - FUCK. he hits all the good spots. he’s literally like rabbit v2. they knew what they were doing. his swagger and horniness level could never reach mr rabbit but i love foxes and hes sexy and im going to make him swallow my cum. SEXXXXXXXXX SIR PLEASE LET ME HAVE SEX WITH YOUpeacock - (( shaking and sweating )) The Real Donny Osmond liked my tweets abt peacock on twitter and i was so severely shook.. you know what? i love peacock. runner up king. i appreciate him. flamboyant. knows how to work that thing. i have a lot to say about him but i will go as far to say hes my 2nd favorite out of them all.. with rabbit being #1 of course heheleopard - oh i am going to have the RAWEST sex with this one. i could make a whole separate post abt leopard but all i will say is that : after seeing leopard perform... i have never wanted to suck leopard cock this much in my life. i know it’s huge. i know leopard’s cock is massive. i know it. rabbit - the man of my dreams. king of thickness. wrowww... hes the reason i started watching the show for reals. what can i say! rabbits are my fav animal of all time. he has swag and is a fat motherfucker and i would drill his fat ass into the mattress and fill him with my babies. FUCKKKK i LOVE U RABBIT HES LITERALLY LIKE. MY DADDY im going to.. ooh i am just going to fucking.. tie him up. i hate this. he is amazing. his ass is huge and he’s thick as hell and he can sing and dance and he literally invented the concept of swag. k i need to stop before i write erotic fanfiction about him but. listen. rabbit and peacock are my ultimate faves and i am smitten, truly. 🐰 joey i love u

According to the Favorite Character Sorter, these are my Top 3 !!! ( but in all honesty, I think Peacock should be second 🐦💘🌈 )

Here’s the character sorter I made!!! ( it doesnt work on mobile sorry fjfhd )https://maskedsingersorter.tumblr.com/

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Adventures with Little Class 1-A

to start this out No I do not own Buko no hero Academia Second this story is mine but characters are not. third sorry I'm not good at fanfiction at all. This is nonsexual so please no making it weird. No hate comments if you didn't like that, but constructive criticism is greatly appreciated ^-^

(This is a platonic CGL Shinsou x Midoriya x Todoroki, I made Shinsou Asexual Panromantic so he loves Midoriya and Todoroki in a more romantic love) (Shinsou is a little Midoriya is a Cg and Todoroki is a switch but mainly a little) 3rd pov: Today was a snow day, so that meant the students could stay in the dorms to wait out the snow day. For some of the students that meant a big play date for the littles and caregivers in the common room or in their dorms. For Shinsou that meant being little in his room all alone, he never ha a play date with anyone except for Todoroki in little space. He was afraid of getting outcast-ed more than he already felt and get mad which he knew would scare the other littles and CGs. The reason was because of his quirk no matter what people would call him a villain, or because he looked scary due to his insomnia. Midoriya and Todoroki were the only ones he was little around, he only trusted them because they weren't afraid of him, or so he knew. He just wanted to be trusted and not feared, no matter what head-space he was in. In little space Shinsou was shy-er than usual but with Midoriya and Todoroki he was a sweet, dorky, playful baby. He loved to cuddle, play with his plush kitten and dinosaurs, his favorite game to play was ninja, wearing his scarf like a ninja mask and well you know you get the gist. He was soon taken out of his thoughts when his phone buzzed, it was Midoriya! M-Hey Shinsou do you wanna play with the other littles? S-no..they'll just get scare of me and run away, they don't like me T~T M- Well you know what, you don't need to pay them any mind, you know that you're a good boy and you have every right to have fun in little space as they do. S- I-I scawred M- do you want me to come and get you? S-yes pwease M-alright daddy's coming get your little space bag ready. S-okie daddy So with that Shinsou got out his little bag and got out what he wanted to take down stairs. Down stairs Midoriya was thinking about how lonely Shinsou must be. So He got out his phone and texted Shinsou when he was finished he told Ururaka to watch Todoroki. "Hey Ururaka can you please watch Todoroki? I need to go get something up stairs." "Sure thing Deku, he's so cute." The brunette coos at the duel haired little, who giggles at his hair being ruffled. Midoriya nods and heads off up stairs to get Shinsou, he knew that there was gonna be some controversy for the little but he wasn't gonna let the others bring him down. Going up stairs he gets to Shinsou's room and knocks on the door. "Shinsou buddy, its me Midoriya." It only took a few seconds for the door to open where the taller boy stood. In a purple shirt, and black overall with the skeletal drawing down to his knees, black boots, and a black choker with a ring on it. "Do you have everything?" "I no have my stuffie Rwen" Ren is a plushie dog that Shinsou got that's from this show that he loves to watch. "Its okay, why don't we look for Ren together?" Midoriya offered Shinsou nods eagerly with his backpack on his back, so they looked around. Finally Midoriya found Ren in Shinsou's drawer that held some of his clothes. "I found Ren baby, he was in your dresser drawer." "Rwen!" Shinsou cheered and quickly grabbed his stuffie, he thanks his 'dada' and holds his hand. "Are you ready now little one?" Shinsou was nervous about seeing the other, he was afraid he'd 'ruin' their fun and scare them away. Midoriya sense his little's nervousness, and squeezed his hand kissing his cheek. "I promise that I will be there for you always no matter what happens." Shinsou nods and agrees to go down stairs, so that's what they do. Walking into the common room, Midoriya already has a mental arsenal ready if things go south. "Hi guys I'm back" "Hey Deku did you fi-" Everyone saw them, they saw Shinsou holding Midoriya's hand with his left and a stuffie in his right. Midoriya could sense the tension but didn't care he wanted to make Shinsou feel welcome and not outcast-ed. "come on Shi look there's Todoroki" Shinsou smiled seeing Todoroki, who sat up and went over, Shinsou sat on the many combinations of blankets on the floor. "Todo" He greets, Todoroki hugs Shinsou sweetly and shows him his kitten plushie. Some of the students go back to what they were doing, others stare but were met by the angry glare of daddy Izu. Ururaka was the first to try and brake the ice, by talking to Mina who was watching Sero play with Kaminari. "So Mina where did you get Sero's pacifiers?" "Oh I got them from the store actually, I just get little crafts to decorate them for Sero." "ooh that's smart, I see that he likes them too-" Just as Ururaka finished Sero pulled on Mina's shirt, and made a soft whine. "Yes baby?" Sero points to his bag "What do you want baby you have to use your words" "game" "Oh do you want your 3DS?" Sero nods so that's what he gets, thanking his mommy and goes back to Denki to play video games. Kirishima being the daring little he was went over to Shinsou, who went to Midoriya to hide while Todoroki went to play with Iida. Shinsou was too shy to go and make friends on his own, he was afraid to mess up and scare them. He was 'hiding' in Midoriya's lap, when Kirishima came over, and started a conversation. "H-Hey Shisou" Shinsou didn't really know if Kirishima was really talking to him, he points at himself and Kirishima nods. Kirishima sees Shinsou's stuffie and asked "who that?" Shinsou was shocked he actually started a conversation and was a little nervous to reply. He was too little to activate his quirk but he knew nobody else knew. "his name Rwen" "Ooh coowl this Sunkiss" Kirishima shows Shinsou his sunrise colored dragon, slowly progress was being made. "Coowl, this is dada." Shinsou says pointing to Midoriya, the green haired boy chuckles and waves at Kirishima, who waves back. Kirishima goes over to Bakugou and says "this my daddy" "Awesome!" Bakugou couldn't help but crack a smile and asked "Are you making friend Kiri" "Uh huh this is Shisou, he has stuffie Rwen." "Cool maybe Sunkiss and Ren can be friends too" "Yeah best fwiends like me and Shisou" Shinsou's eyes went wide "w-we frwiends?" Kirishima nods "yeah why not?" Shinsou smiles and gives thumbs up at Kirishima, both of their caregivers chuckle. "Wanna cowor?" Kirishima asked going through his bag and getting out a coloring sheet and crayons, Shinsou's eyes light up and he nods. So far things were going well, Midoriya slowly dropped his guard while talking to the other caregivers. "So Midoriya I didn't know Shinsou was a little" Mina says Midoriya nods "yup and he's adorable, him and Todoroki get along really well." "Really? He's kinda intimidating" Sato asked looking at the little color "well you don't know him that well" "That's true he doesn't really talk" Sato says giving him soft eyes, Jirou then says. "Well I mean when you've got a quirk like that not many people are gonna talk to you, and I wouldn't blame them. Especially if you don't know their intentions." Shinsou knew that they were talking about him and he didn't like it, he never liked all of that attention. He stopped coloring and started to whimper "Jirou stop it you're gonna make him cry, and then you'll piss deku off." Mina says, Jirou giggles "Oh please he knows its true, and Deku getting pissed off don't make me laugh." Said caregiver was trying to keep his cool, that was until he saw Kirishima comforting Shinsou. "Well you wonder why he barely speaks when you have judgmental so called 'supportive' classmates like yourself." Midoriya says coldly "I think he'll be a great hero, your past upbringing doesn't define how you turn out to be in the future. Your quirk doesn't define who you are either." Todoroki goes over and hugs Shinsou as he slipped into little space, Shinsou nuzzles into Todoroki feeling a little better. He then walked over to Midoriya feeling hungry, and asked. "D-dada" "yes bud" "C-can I has num nums pwease?" "Hm sure why don't we asked if your friends can have food too?" So that's what Shinsou did, well more like him and Kirishima walked over and asked if their friends could eat too. Most said yes some said no, so Midoriya went into the kitchen to make chicken nuggets. He knew that most littles loved chicken nuggets. While he did, Shinsou went over to Kirishima and his friends. "Do you guys wanna pway super spies?" Kirishima asked Shinsou shrugged confusedly "how you pway?" "Gotta be wreal qwiet, and sneak arwound." "sownd wike when I pway ninja" "Ooh you a ninja?" Kaminari asked excitedly Iida chuckled at his littles excitement, it was cute watching the boys play pretend. "hey boys?" Ururaka called out the boys looked over seeing Momo who was wearing a white shirt with a pastel purple overall dress and light pink thigh high socks. "huh?" Kirishima replies "Can Momo play secret spy too?" The boys nods sweetly, and so they put on their bet 'super spy disguise'. Shinsou's was his scarf, covering his mouth like a mask, Kirishima put on his black bandanna. Kaminari puts on his fake sunglasses and so does Sero, Momo used her quirk to make pretend spy gear. So now the game of super spy has begun, tiptoeing and shushing each other to sneak around the place. Todoroki wasn't into playing spy, he wanted to Midoriya make chicken nuggets, well right now they were in the oven. For some reason he liked to watch things cook while in little space. So Midoriya got his laptop out, and turned on a cooking show for the fire and ice wielder. Sucking on his pacifier while watching the show, Shouto was very amused by his entertainment. Once the chicken nuggets were ready and cooled off Midoriya called for the littles. "Alright little spies come on out, I've got chicken nuggets!" One by one they all came out, but before they could try and grab the nuggets their caregivers told them to wash their hands. When Shinsou had finished he waited to get his nuggets, while some of the others pushed and fussed. "hey guys remember to thank Midoriya" Shoji says, Shoji was a babysitter for some of the littles, he loved to play with them since it was easy with all of his arms and eyes. "Tank you Midowiya" they all said "Tank you daddy"His littles smiles "You're all very welcome" When Shouto and Shinsou got to their daddy for nuggets Shouto asked "Daddy c-can I has appi juice?" "Sure love can you bring me your cup?" Shout nods after getting his plate of nuggets, he takes it to the table and goes to grab his Allmight sippy cup. Shinsou puts his nuggets on the table too, and goes to grab his own blue sippy cup that had Pac-man on it. "D-dada, can I has pink dwink?" Midoriya giggles at his bashful little who held out his sippy cup for him. Midoriya nods and tells Shinsou to go back to the table, and that he'll give him his drink in a minute. Sitting at the table Shinsou ate his nuggets quietly with the other some what rowdy littles. Midoriya walked over with the drinks for his littles and they thanked him. Sitting down next to Ururaka with a huff the girls giggle and the gravity girl comments. "tiring right?" "Oh god yes, but they're cute so its worth it." "Yeah, I never thought Shinsou was a little." "Well he is, he's a good one too, both him and Todoroki are very sweet. I can see that Kirishima is the leader of the group though." Bakugou chuckles "Yup he loves to play, so its good he gets to hang out with his little friends when he can." "He's super sweet though" "Tch, that's my little dragon, tough and loud but, cute and sweet." "nice nickname Kaachan" "thanks..deku" "Hey Deku do you have any nicknames for Shinsou and Todoroki?" "Well Todoroki is Todo and Shinsou is Sou." "I call Momo my little princess" And just with that mention from Jirou, Momo looks at her mommy. "Sorry baby just talking about you" Momo continues to eat giving her thumbs up, Deku giggles. "What about you Iida and Mina?" "Well I call denki Thor, because he likes the movie." "I call Sero a scare crow, he loves them and thinks they're cool. He also kinda looks like one." "That's so cute~" Ururaka cooed As they talked the littles finished up their food, and went back to the blanket covered floor. Shinsou still drank his strawberry milk while Izuku played with his hair, Shouto was sitting in Ururaka's lap holding his favorite dinosaur stuffie. "Sou" Shinsou looked up "Did you have fun?" He nods and giggles as Midoriya starts to tickle him, squirming and laughing as his daddy's fingers danced across his body. "Dadaahhh!" He squealed surprising everyone, not many people had seen this side of Hitoshi, but Midoriya had and it was one of the cutest things ever seeing him giggle and shriek. Letting him calm down, Midoriya stopped his reign of tickle torture and held Hitoshi to his chest and started to pant. "I'm glad you had fun baby boy" Todoroki crawled over to Midoriya and asked for his paci, once calm Toshi did the same. Suckling softly on their pacifiers both boys curled up to Midoriya, as did the other littles with their caregivers. Some where getting sleepy, others wanted to play some more but their caregivers were tired. "Dada?" Shinsou says tugging on Midoriya's shirt "hm?" "Tank you"

#I love little shinsou #I used some of my fave ships #hope ya like #sorry I'm not good at writing fanfiction

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waywardxson · 5 years ago

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What I’ve Done

Who: Rory & @sshardassanderson ft. Skull, Dagger (NPCs)

What: Two Ghoulies try to take some revenge on Rory for betraying them. Grace gets away and gets Dare, who saves him.

When: Dec 22, Late Afternoon through Dec 23, Evening

Where: Rory’s trailer, Fox Forest, Sweetwater River, Dare’s trailer

Notes: This para starts Sunday and ends Monday

Triggers: Violence, blood, broken bones, drowning, life-saving measures, suggested violence against a child, painkillers - if I forgot any, let me know so I can update, please and thank you!

Ghoulies

Derek had issued orders weeks again regarding Rory’s betrayal. But it wasn’t said much since then, and some were left taking matters into their own hands. That’s what Skull and Dagger were doing there tonight, wearing clothes in all black and face masks with an etching of their namesake. They were big burly meatheads who liked to spend their time destroying, and in order to move up in the ranks, a dead former ghoulie turned snake trash would surely aid in the endeavor. They arrived at Sunnyside in a pickup with a tarp over the back, their headlights kept off to prevent the other snakes from noticing their arrival. They needed to keep a low profile until they could get Rory into Fox Forest.

“What do we do if the brat is home?” Skull asked bitterly, grabbing a tire iron by his feet.

“Kill her of course. Boss didn’t say we had to leave anyone alive.”

“You got the stones to kill a kid?”

“Hey. She’s a snake.”

“Right...”

The two left the engine idling but the car parked as they descended upon the trailer they knew to be Rory’s after watching him come and go out of it. What they didn’t know was that this particular trailer was right beside Darius’. Creeping up upon the trailer, Skull quickly knocked in a window and reached for the lock to open it.

Rory

"I think he's getting it, daddy!" Grace chirped as she picked up her turtle from the terrarium on her dresser and pet the hard shell like he was a puppy. Grace had always been a little different. She never asked for normal pets, or normal toys, or normal anything. She was constantly surprising Rory with how wonderfully unique she was. A blur of blonde ran into the kitchen where Rory had just set down a bowl of tomato soup and a cheap grilled cheese he'd toasted the bread of before adding cheese and popping it in the microwave. He looked up as she held up the reptile who looked at him with glassy eyes.

"What did he almost do, baby?" Rory asked.

"Karate!"

"Well good job there, Donut," he said as he gave the turtle a similar pet on his shell and then messed up his daughter's hair, earning him a giggle from the girl's gleeful face. "Dinner's ready, babe. Why don't you go let Donut get some rest after his martial arts training, hmm?"

Grace looked at the table, considered and then said, "But daddy, mutant ninja turtles eat pizza."

He pointed towards her room, "Then I guess we'll have some pizza tomorrow. Go ahead and wash your hands." But no sooner had she taken a few steps before a low shatter of glass made them both jump. Rory didn't know who but when he saw an arm flip the lock, he yelled in his daughter's direction. "Bedroom, now. Lock the door!"

All he could do was hope she had listened to him. The moment the door opened and he saw the masks, the insignia, Rory knew. He didn't think, just acted. Running at the figure, Rory took him around the waist and tackled him out of the door frame, falling with him to the ground on the cold ground. He threw a punch but he hadn't known there was a second guy. He should have known.

Ghoulies

Skull hadn’t even gotten through the damn window before he was being slammed into the ground with an angry grunt. He swung blindly with the tire iron and it hit something but he couldn’t have even imagined what. Dagger came through moments later and grabbed at Rory’s hair, dragging him violently off of Skull while simultaneously trying to stuff a gag into his mouth. “Fucking tie him up a—“

Rory

Everything was happening on instinct. He hit the ground with a grunt and started to throw punches. Rory hadn't fought ever since he left the Ghoulies but that didn't mean he didn't remember how to do it, and since he was outnumbered, he needed to be on the offensive. The hit came from the side and Rory only just saw the swing of metal before it hit the side of his head. The sound rang in his head, cold burning against his ear, stilling his next punch long enough that he was pulled off by the back of his head.

Rory tried to pull the person forward but when he realized he had no momentum, he pushed instead, taking them both backwards against the side of the house. Then he threw his head back, colliding with what he hoped was the guy's nose. His grip loosened enough that Rory turned to start throwing punches but only managed one when he felt a hit against his ribs steal all the breath out of his body. He turned to go for the second attacker but as he did, he took the tire iron against the side of his face and it knocked him off of his feet. Blood spat from his mouth as he landed on hands and knees in the icy ground.

Ghoulies

Dagger had the previous pleasure of seeing a handful of Rory’s underground fights. The guy was skilled, smooth, and aggressive. He’d fight tooth and nail to protect his little brat, and fought like his every match was expected to be his last. Tonight’s would be. They were here to make sure of that. The tire iron swung out again and after catching him in the ribs, Dagger was certain he’d be going down. He used the second chance that the former ghoulie was winded to bash him on the side of his face, and down he went. Deep down he knew it was pathetic to go at him with weapons but had the man had the chance, he’d of taken one too. Dagger sharply kicked into Rory’s wounded side and forced him down, his foot putting pressure on his head.

“Get up you idiot.” He busses to Skull. “Find the kid and get her in the truck.”

“You didn’t say he was—!”

“It’s like you didn’t ever see him fight. You’re an idiot.”

“You’re...the idiot...” Skull mumbled irritably as he got up off the floor and started kicking in door, murmuring “little girl, little girl, where are yooouuu...” Pressing the tire iron into the the back of his neck, Dagger leaned in close to Rory. “Now you have two options. One, put your hands behind your back willingly, or when we find your kid, I’ll peel her skin off in front of you.”

Rory

Rory struggled to take in his breath, the hit having knocked all memory of how to breathe out of his chest. His body rattled, lungs trying to expand and take in the air that his chest burned to fill. He pushed at the ground, immediately pushing up until he felt the kick to the same battered spot and it flashed stars. The pressure on his head dug his ear against the ground, small cold rocks pressing into his face but all thought of his own well-being was gone when he heard the first guy mention his daughter.

"Fuck you," he growled through bloody lips, coughing and spewing the bright red spit. He heard the sound of someone going after Grace, and all he could do was yell her name, and one simple order. Run. Dear God, please fucking run. He tried to put it in his head. She had a window. She could have slipped out. There were plenty of Serpents around and they were all good with her. His eyes turned towards Dare's place and he wondered if they were home. He should have known. Then he felt the tire iron push down and his neck ached.

Though Rory was hardly in a position to make any kind of orders, he hissed with a deep voice, "Leave my kid alone and I'll go without a fight," he said, hoping that was something he would agree with. Grace was all that mattered. His Grace. Just leave her alone. "Even tied up you know I can kick your mother fucking ass."

Ghoulies

“I don’t think you understand fully how this works, Del Monico. You don’t get to negotiate terms.” Dagger hissed in his ear, pressing the tire iron harder against the back of Rory’s neck. “You’re a traitor. And the fact that I’m even offering you a choice is a courtesy. But since you’re not having it.” Dagger lifted the tire iron and slammed it like a bartering ram into what was assuredly some already broken ribs, crushing bone until it pushed as hard as it could internally. With that he twisted Rory’s arms behind his back and secured them with thin, flexible chicken wire, the sharpness digging into Rory’s wrists and drawing a thin trickle of blood. Dagger straightened up as Skull came back into the room, shrugging.

“She ran off. I dunno where she gone.” Dagger sighed. “Great. Now we have to hustle before she gets help. Let’s move.” The pair grabbed a blanket from one of the rooms and draped it over their hostage, hauling him up off his feet with one person gripping the top and the other the bottom. With their two man team, they hauled Rory into the back of the pickup, adding two more restraints of chicken wire to the wrists and above the knees before spinning him around and shoving a dirty shoe rag into his mouth and pulling the tarp over him.

Rory

Rory knew it had been a long shot but he'd hoped maybe at least one of them had the good sense to give into it. He had fought through pain before. Fought through broken bones and bruised body parts. Fought through blood in his eyes and open wounds. But he felt less than useless when the bar strained the back of his neck, the bones struggling against the pressure that kept the fighter stuck to the ground. When he finally gave a little, Rory started to get up but barely made it anywhere before the bar cracked against against his side.

The pain erupted so intensely that all he could do was make a gutteral groan before he was down again. Something was broken in his, crushed, and it made taking a breath almost impossible. Rory barely fought the wire going around his wrists and it was done before he'd even remotely started to come back and could hear past the ringing in his ears. He saw the second guy come back but didn't see Grace with him and though he spoke to his friend, Rory only hoped he said he couldn't find Grace.

Not that he'd---

If Grace died--

Without getting any full breaths, Rory felt dizzy, his head full of static and nothing, and he either didn't - or couldn't - fight back. He choked on the rag, the cold cutting like glass against his skin and his vision doubled with every attempt to take a deep breath. Shallow pants were all he could manage, blood soaking the dirty rag shoved in his mouth. It was agony. Every movement of the truck, the sharp turns, the bumps in the road.

Rory closed his eyes as the pain radiated inside him, furious and unrelenting, and he begged to pass out for any kind of relief he could find. He shivered in the cold, aching down to his broken bones, and even when they finally came to stop, all he could think was if Grace was dead, he'd want to be dead too. And if she wasn't.. they would be.

Dare

Dare had been out cold on his couch when there was thundering, frantic knocks and a panicked voice pleading for help that had him up and on his feet in an instant. He had hardly finished the second lock before little Grace threw herself into his trailer. She spun a frantic, desperate reiteration of the events that unfolded in Rory’s trailer and how she’d hidden in the muck until the bad guys were gone, with her Daddy hidden in the trunk. Dare safely tucked her into his bedroom, promising her that she would be safely there if she hid and stayed quiet, and that he’d bring back her Daddy safe and sound. Rushing outside, Dare hopped onto his motorcycle and followed the tire tracks in the mud to try and find Rory before it was too late.

Ghoulies

Dagger and Skull drove the truck deep into fox forest where not a single sound would carry to the public before they stopped driving, parking between some brush before they headed back to the rear of the pickup. Dagger seized Rory by his underarms and dragged him off the flatbed, dumping him carelessly onto the half-snow covered ground. Skull grunted and looked around.

“So what, are we supposed to bring the body back?”

“I think we definitely could. Derek will know what to do with the corpse.”

Dagger scooped Rory back up and they headed through the throng of trees, arriving at the Sweetwater riverbed. Skull reached over and broke away the thin ice closest to the shore. Dagger sighed as he looked down at Rory. “I think he needs a wake up call.”

“Make me do all the hard work...” Skull muttered, though he grabbed Rory by the shoulders and shoved his head under the water.

Rory

For the first little while of the drive, Rory had tried to think of where they were. Right turns, left turns, right again, flat stretch.. but the pain that rocketed through him made it difficult to remember any of it, until he completely forget which way they'd turn. Fuck. Looks like as soon as he could get out, he was going to have to just run and hope he found something familiar. It wasn't ideal, but it was all he could do. The bright wash of light almost blinded him when the tarp was taken and he was yanked out of the bed of the truck, unceremoniously dropped onto the ground. Rory tried to look around, determine where he was, but all he saw were frost topped trees and his own shallow breath coming in quick, short gasps.

The pain in his chest was almost unbearable and he wondered for a moment what it would feel like if his lung had been punctured. Then he seriously considered with the sharp pain he got when he tried a deeper breath. He shouted from behind the rag, obscenities raging on his tongue and in his eyes. The words still came until he was shoved face first into water so cold he couldn't keep from gasping and taking a whole mouthful into his lungs.

Rory struggled through the pain, jerking his head every which way and trying to pull free. The cold cut like razors against his face and everything inside of him screamed. The wire at his wrists dug in as his hands turned to fists and just as he was sure he was lost to the river, a rough tug pulled him up. He coughed so hard the rag came free from his mouth, plopping in the water. His stomach clenched and he felt like he'd vomit from the coughing but as soon as he managed a full, painful breath, he growled, "Fuck you, motherfuc-"

And was suddenly plunged back into the water.

Ghoulies

Skull brought Rory up after a moment beneath the force of the icy cold water before he started to curse them out, forcibly shoving his head back under again, Skull’s arm going like an iron bar against his back to keep him submerged. “What are you doing?” Dagger demanded irritably lighting a cigarette.

“We need information from him first.”

“Just trying to clear his head.” Skull replied with an annoyed shrug, still keeping his weight on Rory’s back as he thrashed beneath the surface.

“Why do we even need to bring a body back?”

“I assume because Derek wants to set him up like a corpse statue. Let him up for fucks sake.”

Skull pushed him just a bit harder before he jerked Rory upright by his wrist restraints and tossed him back onto the snowy ground. “Dunno what the fuck you think he’s going to tell us. He’s new to the role of traitorous scum.” Dagger rolled his eyes and shoved Skull out of the way, bending down on the ground over Rory’s face.

“Hey. Look. I know you think that these serpent guys are all your buddies. But uh...no ones here. No one cares about you since you left the ghoulies. You’re a pawn they use to get information about us. So now is your last chance to turn it around. When do the Serpents meet at the Wyrm?”

Rory

Rory at least had a chance to get a breath before going under the second time. Even though his chest was on fire between his aching lungs and throbbing side, he took it and did his best to struggle against the drowning. Thoughts of his girl alone kept him fighting until he was finally given a break and yanked out. Water beaded down his body as he was tossed back onto the ground, the rough landing stealing his breath. As he lay there, he looked up at the sky and tried to manage together a plan. If he could get his wrists free... that's what he needed. He could at least have his arms. He could punch. He could get the tire iron away from them. He'd take them hand to hand.

Still coughing up water and blood, Rory started to tug at his binds, letting them dig harder into his wrists. He just needed a little room. The wire dug deeper gashes into his skin but he didn't stop as they asked their question, face in his. He knew what they were doing. He'd seen it before. Frankly, even if the Serpents didn't have his back, Dare had. Dare saved his kid and he owed him.

"Alright," he gasped through a breath. "I'll tell you..." He cleared his throat, looking between the two men, and he said, "as soon as you suck my fucking dick." Rory didn't expect them to take it well, and he knew it would hurt, but like fucking hell was he turning on the only person, the only people, who actually helped him when they could have told him to go to hell.

Dare

Dare managed to find the truck in the distance, killing his engine a good mile or so away from it and hopping off his bike. He removed his jacket and rolled up his long sleeves, leaving his phone behind as well. They were near the river (because of fucking course they were), and if Rory needed him, he’d go in. He approached the truck quickly, searching for anything that he could use to get it going later. He grabbed a screwdriver from the passenger seat and started to approach the riverbank. If nothing else, he’d at least take some guys down for going after his friend.

Ghoulies

Dagger sighed again, kicking Rory sharply in his hurt side again. “Man fuck you. We came out here hoping that you could clear a name for yourself again. Derek might’ve actually let ya come back in if you weren’t so god damn stubborn. But you know what? Fine. You’d rather suck Anderson’s dick than work with us? It’s your funeral and your kid’s funeral.”

“So now what?” Skull demanded.

“You really think he’s gonna give up anything?”

“He might’ve if you’d of found the damn kid like you were supposed to.”

“Oh so it’s my fault your terrible plan went to shit?”

“Forget it. Just throw him in the damn lake.”

“Why don’t you throw him in the damn lake?” Skull shot back with a scowl. “Or better yet-“ Skull removed a gun from his back pocket and fired without hesitation, the bullet going straight through Dagger’s right eye/nose cavity, blood splattering across the trees. “Now who’s the idiot?” Skull asked of the corpse that collapsed in a heap on the ground. “Take care of that in a minute. Now I don’t give a shit about what Derek wants. You’re a fucking traitor. So I hope you can swim fuckface.” He grabbed Rory’s ankles and began to drag him toward the ice.

Rory

Rory was busy tugging at the wire that he hadn't even noticed the gun being furnished. But the moment a stream of light caught the metal of the weapon, he had enough time to think *'this is it. this is the end.' But when the shot went off and he flinched at the loud echoing sound that sent birds flying, the large body that fell to the ground wasn't his own. "Jesus, fuck. You're fucking psychotic," but he knew the Ghoulies well enough to know most of them would take that as a compliment. "Fuck you."

His voice hissed as Skull grabbed his bound legs and dragged him, dirt and mud and rocks scraping against his back as his shirt rose up with every step. He struggled but the added wired around his knees kept him from doing much. The ice on the river burned red lines into his bare back, cutting into his arms, with every step further from the shore. "You're fucking dead when I get out of this," Rory hissed, spitting the threat like venom. "You couldn't even find a little fucking kid, could you? How fucking embarrassing. No wonder you're trying to do this.. go suck the fuck up to Derek, hmm?"

It was a vague thought in his mind that this was the end. If he was dropped in that water, bound and hurt like this, alone, he would die. This was the end and he couldn't stop the words that fell. "Don't worry, asshole. I'm sure Daddy will give you his cock in good time. Fucking piece of shit. Couldn't take me hand to hand like a fucking man, could you? Fucking pussy."

Ghoulies

Skull wanted nothing more than to throttle every ounce of life out of Rory with every insult hurled in his face. He thought of dragging out his suffering until the weasel was actually begging for death. But with portions of the river frozen over and only a partial path available, he’d unfortunately be taken under with it if this were the case. Kicking Rory over onto some thicker, more sturdy ice, he took a brief break to punch him directly in the face.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU’RE THE MOTHERFUCKER DYING TONIGHT! And when I’m finished, I’m gonna find your bring her here and go ice fishing for your corpse!” He only managed to begin a light push of Rory’s bound body toward the broken ice patches when he felt something suddenly jam into his shoulder, straight into bone before it was withdrawn and then smacking him in the back of his neck, missing his spine by inches.

Dare

Dare shoved the man aside and he collapsed hard on the ice, sending a sharp lightning like crack through what remained of it. Pulling out his switchblade, Dare dropped quickly to Rory’s side and cut through the wires around his ankles and knees as quickly as possible before he was violently tackled at his side, the switchblade spinning from his grasp and landing near Rory’s bound hands. “FUCK YOU, ANDERSON! YOUR OLD MAN—“

“—I’M NOT MY OLD MAN!” Dare interrupted, kicking Skull repeatedly in the groin to try and get him off as they grappled with the gun.

“YOU’RE NO FUCKING DIFFERENT! HE BURNED DOWN MY HOME! HE KILLED MY LITTLE BROTHER! EVERYTHING I’VE LOST IS ALL—“ He punctuated his rage with a shot that blasted into the ice around them. “YOUR—“ The second shot clipped the ice near Rory’s feet. “FA—“

A thunderous crack beneath them interrupted the tirade, and Skull seemed damn determined that even if he had to go down too, at least they’d all go in. He grabbed Dare around the neck but was jabbed in his forearm with that same fucking screwdriver, forcing Skull to drop it and send it spinning into the icy water.

“Rory she’s safe!” Dare managed, wiggling out from underneath Skull and trying to get to Rory. “She’s—“ The moment he stood he realized his mistake, the ice giving way all around him and dropping him waist down in the frozen water. The cold was like a thousand tiny knives wiggling under his skin and stabbing his bones, and he clawed up, trying to get purchase on anything to pull him out. “We all know the Snake leader is a little afraid of the water!” Skull called out tauntingly. “But—“

The ice gave way beneath Skull and the man completely disappeared, Dare spinning around as the ice continued to crack and give. “Del Monico listen to me, just go, get yourself out of—“ Before he could answer, a violent tug on his ankles dragged him under the water, the ghoulie determined to take them down with him.

Rory

Rory had a half a second recognition before Skull was letting out a shriek and he knew that he was right not to even consider what they were saying earlier. Even if Rory had been out here alone, he wouldn't have given them shit about the Serpents. Dare had said it when he was first offered to join. They were a family and while every family Rory had been involved in, he'd been kicked out of, he found something special here, something that was worth fighting for.

"Dare," he said in almost surprise when the man was cutting at the wires. "You crazy ass son of a bitch. How did you--?" But before he could finish asking his question, he saw Skull recover and he hissed, "Your left!”

But Dare was tackled down and as the fighting happened, Rory felt useless until the blade was close. He threw himself backwards, struggling for the blade that kept slipping out of his reach from the slick ice. Rory ignored it. He ignored the pain and the cutting. He ignored everything, even the gunshot, and as soon as he had the blade in hand, he turned it so he could start to cut at the binding the best that he could. He looked over at Dare, half in the water, and he cut harder, the edge of the blade digging into skin as he recklessly cut, trying to get free so he could help.

"Dare!" He shook his head, blood dripping down his hands, and then everything broke. The cracking made the ice collapse underneath and then Darius was gone under the water. "No!" He yelled, kicking frantically towards the cracks as the blinds slowly started to loosen.

He had to get free. He had to get Dare. He couldn't let him die here.

Rory

But as his body hit back against the ice, Rory felt it give before his body was plunged in. The ice cold water was so intense, he couldn't even think, body going completely still as the current under the water tried to pull him away. Grace, he thought. Then he remembered Dare's words. Rory, she's safe. He should have known. Dare had always kept her safe, saved her life. He would keep her safe now. It felt like needles bearing into his eyeballs when he opened them, seeing the two forms sinking low beneath him.

Rory cut and dug, leaving long gashes until the wire finally, blessedly, gave in. With his arms free, Rory started to swim. The current helped, taking him in that direction. He fought through the screaming muscles and cracking flesh as he worked to get closer to Dare, fighting through the pain. He wouldn't let him go. He swam hard, lungs aching and begging for air, until he was close enough to grab the collar of Dare's shirt.

All he could do was point to the crack in the ice where they'd gone in and hope that was good enough. Rory gave Dare a tug and pushed. They would have to fight to survive this, and with the way Rory's vision was darkening, he wasn't even sure that was going to be enough.

Dare

Of all things, Darius was sick of the Sweetwater River. He wanted to move to a place that had nothing but desert, so he’d never have to feel the cold sting of the only place that any villain in this town felt it appropriate to dump bodies. He twisted against the hold that Skull had on his ankles, a bubbled cry of pain escaping him as the Ghoulie’s knife went through his leg. The harder he pulled, the further they were dragged away from the surface and beneath more solid, sturdy ice.

He’d only barely managed to keep hold of the screwdriver as they sank to the bottom of the river, violently jerked around by the undercurrent and sending them both tumbling and twisting. They were nothing more than a gaggle of limbs before Dare was seized by his collar and jerked free from the Ghoulie’s hold, Rory swimming half-consciously beside him and trying to push him toward the opening a good yard away. It was evident that Rory would lose consciousness soon, and Dare shook his head, gesturing for Rory to go before Skull was on him again, Dare barely managing to get his frigid, frozen limbs to respond in time to catch the knife from going into his chest.

Even to the untrained eye, it was clear Dare struggled to find balance in the water. The current jerked his arms and legs around and out from under him, so much that he scissor kicked like a frantic toddler and snorted out more of his air. The Ghoulie took the opportunity to turn on Rory, but his chest started spasming, bubbles shooting out his nose as he swung haphazardly, still landing a hard punch into Rory’s injured side.Though the current had pulled him back, Dare clawed his way back over, a river rock clutched in his hand.

Though it’d cost Rory, Dare managed to sneak back behind the distracted Ghoulie and clocked him impossibly hard in the back of his skull. An eruption of bubbles burst from the Ghoulie’s mouth as he screamed, and all he could do with numb fucking fingers was pound the rock into his skull again, and again, until the water began to dark into an impossible reddish hue.

Chest aching with the desire to gasp for breath, Dare searched for Rory.

Rory

If he could talk, he would have told Dare there was no chance in hell he was leaving him. That wasn't how this worked. It wouldn't be how he worked. Rory had long since wanted to be a better person than he had been. Even than he'd been when he was a Northsider. Not leaving someone who had your back, who came for you, who didn't tell you to fuck off.. that's how you become a better person. The water made him slow and awkward so his punch missed but Skull's was right on and as it landed, Rory unwittingly took a large inhale that filled his lungs with salty, dirty water.

His body ached and the cold water cut but as it started to hurt just a little less, he knew it was a bad sign. His leg gave a quick kick, trying to motion towards the surface but the strength he needed to get there was leaking out of him the way blood left Skull's body. He wanted to fight, tried to fight, but managed only to float away, giving into the current. His only real comfort was knowing that no matter what, Grace would be taken care of.

And then nothing hurt anymore.

Dare

Floating lifelessly and being carried by the stream away from him was Rory, and Dare quickly pocketed the screwdriver and pulled himself after him, just barely managed to catch the back of Rory’s shirt before he got away. His new friend was lifeless and unmoving, limbs floating around him in the under current and the water making him appear gray.

Though he was struggling himself, Dare grabbed Rory’s face and pressed their mouths together, expelling a quick, small breath out and into Rory’s waterlogged lungs. Using the riverbed bottom, Dare pushed off and up for the surface, hitting the ice with an impossibly hard thud that stole the last of his breath away. Gritting his lips together tightly, Dare fumbled weakly for his pocket, digging the screwdriver out. The ice was weak due to the abnormally (yet ironically) warm weather, so the screwdriver went straight through.

Keeping a hold on Rory as best as he could, he used the screwdriver like a pic, pulling them closer and closer to the large break until finally, just as the edges of his vision began to darken and dim, his head broke the surface. Sinking the screwdriver into the surface of the ice, Dare coughed and hacked, trembling violently as water clawed up his throat and spewed out like bile.

“R-Rory...” He croaked, lightly jerking his friend as he struggled to hold on. “R-Rory b-breathe m-man...” But his friend remained still and silent, Dare bringing his head over to lay on his shoulder and cursing weakly under his breath. The ice had broken and formed a deus ex machina pathway out of the water and toward the shore, so continuing to use his screwdriver as his pic, he dragged them across the water until they reached the shore.

Just before he climbed out, Dare heard a sickening THUMP, and nearly vomited at the sight of the Ghoulie corpse pressed against the frozen surface. Vacant, dead eyes stared at him, before the body was swept away by the current and dragged out of sight. Shaking off the cobwebs threatening to surround his mind, Dare shakily dragged himself and Rory onto shore and coughed some more before turning to his friend. Checking his neck, he felt around for a pulse, not finding one with numb as hell fingers.

“Fuck me...c’mon man you can’t f-fucking die.” He turned Rory flat onto his back and despite the pain and murder shakes, despite what was obviously broken ribs, Dare started chest compressions. Unsure of what he was doing, he counted to some obscure interval of five and then pinched Rory’s nose shut and tilted his chin back. He’d seen mouth-to-mouth performed on enough movies and shows to have a general idea of how it needed to be done. After a minute or so, he still wasn’t seeing any sign of life from his new friend.

“Cmon a-asshole...I g-got enough kid problems...”He compressed harder on the frail chest and then bent down again, exhaling as much of his frigid air into Rory’s lungs. Again. And again. And again he repeated the process.

“DUDE!” He barked. “TAKE IN SOME FUCKING AIR!” He tilted Rory’s head back further, breathing another puff of air into his mouth until he saw Rory’s chest rise and fall in a breathing motion. “Yes! Fuck! Cmon!” He did it again, greeted suddenly by a splash of that cold ass water against his face, and suddenly Rory was coughing, Dare rolling him onto his side and hammering lightly on his upper back.

“Good job, breathe, I got you. I...fuck man, I’m s-sorry.” He grabbed Rory’s arm and wrapped it around his neck, shakily getting onto his feet like baby god damn Bambi, and walked over to the Ghoulie scum’s truck. The interior was still mildly warm, and he carefully hoisted Rory into the passenger seat, the keys sitting on the dashboard. These guys clearly hadn’t anticipated being interrupted. His bike could wait.

With Rory secure in the passenger seat, Dare drove back to the trailer park, getting Rory immediately into the bathroom before Grace’s tiny head poked out and saw her father in terrible condition. He turned on the warm water tap to give Rory’s body some time to adjust and laid him down with the shower head pouring over him. He quickly shot out a text on his burner to his medic friend to come over ASAP.

Rory

Rory had heard people talk about what happened when you died. There were things people in church said, when they talked about a warm, bright light that brought you into the arms of salvation. He'd also heard that you were welcomed into the arms of fire and brimstone depending on what kind of person you were. Rory couldn't be sure which way he was going in the afterlife but when he stopped feeling pain, he didn't feel either of those things.

No warmth, no cold, no light. It was just empty. Empty and never-ending.

There were moments of pain as he lay in that nothingness, moments when his chest hurt so hard he was in too much agony to even scream. Sometimes when he couldn't stop screaming. He didn't know where he was or what was happening to him, but he supposed maybe this was the price for all of his wrong-doings, all of his mistakes, all of the people he hurt.

This was his punishment.

But even punishment doesn't last forever. Or maybe it does but it just changes. Rory slowly started to blink eyes that felt far too heavy. Everything around him was dark at first, and then light, then dark again. By the time his vision started to adjust, he was in a room he didn't recognize, laying shirtless in a bed that wasn't his.

He went to sit up and the immense pain in his chest tore a slew of cuss words from his mouth as his arm crossed over the bandages compressed across his chest and sides. Slamming his hand back against the headboard, Rory tried to breathe through the pain but every breath, no matter how small, brought with it just a little more pain. His brain was cloudy, memories foggy, and when the door to the room opened, Rory breathlessly looked at the man standing there.

Curiosity filled his eyes as he said, "Dare? Where the fuck am I?"

Dare

Over the next day or so, Dare had a lot of cleaning up to do, and a pain in the ass cold to try and prevent him from doing it. He lugged his ass around as normal, taking care of Grace, keeping in touch with Charlie. His friend assured him that Rory would be in pain, but Dare’s quick thinking is what saved his life. That and the cold of the water preventing permanent fucking brain damage. There was also no current repercussion from the Ghoulie side regarding the two missing bodies (the other that’d been killed there Dare had also disposed of in Sweetwater when he went to fetch his bike).

His ankle had been stitched and bandaged and he shouldered the other injuries carelessly when it came to lending a hand with Grace. He assured her Dad was fine, he had an accident, he’d be okay, yes Donut can stay here too. After checking up on Rory mid-afternoon the following day, he had a sneaking suspicion he’d regain consciousness. He twisted in his sleep and gripped Dare’s sheets in white knuckles fists, so Dare urged Grace to watch some tv while he headed back into the bedroom to leave some prescription painkillers and some water.

But by the time the door opened, Rory was sitting upright, chest heaving, eyes wide and looking somehow hazy and alert at the same time. “Hey man. Welcome back to the land of the living. Got some super awesome pain meds for that shattered rib cage.” He crossed the room and handed over the two pills and water.

“You’re in my room. Your kid is out there watching Tangled and wants to see you when you’re feeling up to it.” Dare sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I should’ve insisted you stay here until this shit with Derek blew over. I didn’t think they’d have the balls to cross into our territory. They almost killed you this time.”

Rory

Even with the pain raking through him, seeing Dare started to shake off the icicles from his brain. Had they been at Sweetwater? He started to think about it but a headache almost instantly formed so he took the pills without a second thought. They could have been anything in that moment. The prospect of any kind of release was all he really needed. Normally he would have straight swallowed them but his throat was dry so he tried to chug but each swallow sent more pain in his chest. He swallowed much slower and then tried to catch his breath when he finished half of the bottle.

Grace.

But instead of insisting on getting right up, Rory decided to wait for the pills to kick in. At least to try. He wanted to see her but she would be scared seeing him in a lot of pain. He watched Dare sit down and then shook his head when he spoke.

"What are you talking about?" He put the water down on the table beside the bed and then cupped his hand along his side, trying to force his brain to remember how he ended up like this. "Who-- What happened?"

Dare

Hoping he wouldn’t have had to repeat the story seemed to be just a hope, nothing more. But Rory was owed all of the information. Dare rubbed at the fading bruising around his neck from his recent suicide attempt and sighed a little. He wasn’t going to let his mind drift back there again. No matter what.

“Hoping you can fill in some of the blanks. But Grace came here saying you told her to run and she heard you yelling. And that some people put you in a truck. She also spent ten minutes reiterating to me how much she hated laying in mud.” Dare turned to face him. “I got to the Fox Forest when you were getting dragged into the river. The one dude shot the other dude because they were fighting I guess? Then that guy was gonna shove you in tied up. We fought, all three of us went into the river. You...drowned, Rory. Fuck face punched you in the side and you...” Dare cleared his throat, speaking quietly.

“I killed him. Smashed his head in with a rock. I’m not much of a swimmer but I got us out, did CPR, got you breathing, and then took their truck back here to keep you warm. I put you in the shower and warmed you up until my doc friend came. Hence the Vicodin.”

Dropping his hand from his neck, Dare tried to look as stern as possible. “I’m not gonna let them fuck you up like that again. I promise.”

Rory

It was strange the way that his memories came back. Rory went from not remembering anything, to suddenly remembering it all as soon as the words were spoken. It was like watching a movie and realizing with every new frame that while you didn't know what came next, you remembered seeing it before. He suddenly remembered the cold, and the water. He remembered the fighting, and he remembered letting go, letting the water take him, and fuck, he thought it was over. He thought everything had ended but the pain he felt now told him that nothing was over.

"Jesus, fuck," Rory grumbled, rubbing his hand over his head. He was lost in those memories, lost in the water still. Maybe part of him was still underneath the surface of the river. Maybe part of him didn't come out. His body felt heavy and he leaned his head back on the pillow, trying to ignore the aching in his body and praying that the pain meds kicked in soon. "They broke in. One of 'em, broke in the window. I tackled him, told her to lock her door."

But there was a warmth in his heart at the idea of Grace complaining about the mud. She'd likely taken many baths since then. "That's not the first time you saved my life," Rory said, his attention suddenly drawn to the way that Dare wrung his hand along his neck.

"I betrayed them," he said. "I'm surprised they didn't try sooner. How many Ghoulies turn Serpent and live to tell the tale? I'm alive, Dare. Because of you."

Dare

Fighting back the gut instinct to argue with Rory proved difficult, but not impossible. He wanted to dissuade the former Ghoulie from thinking that was anything but a walking disaster from turning Bruce, but he consciously became aware at the bruising around his neck and stopped what he was doing. He needed to be the leader that they needed, and not try to focus all his energy on proving that he was anti-Bruce. Wallowing in a pool of self-flagellation and denial wouldn’t make him effective for anyone.

“And I’d do it again, too.” He finally responded after a moment of silence. “Prospect or not, I’ve got your back. You’re gonna live here for a bit. Hopefully this shit storm with Derek will die down and we can get you back in your place. I’m gonna have some new security put in place too.” Dare stood slowly and walked alongside the bed as a million and one different thoughts ran through his head. Neither of them should’ve survived last night. But here they were, both alive and relatively unscathed considering the circumstances.

“I’ve been fighting with myself,” He admitted slowly. “About some of the things I’ve done. You haven’t had the pleasure of meeting my old man, but he’s why Derek is so fuckin angry. When Bruce was a kid, he was a medically diagnosed psychopath. He feels nothing. And when I killed that Ghoulie, I felt vengeful. Disgusted too. But I know I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He stopped pacing and gave Rory a firm look.

“You are my brother and I’d do it a thousand times more to keep you safe. That’s what separates me from Bruce. And that’s how I’ll lead. You and your kid are important. You deserve a shot at being safe and happy, Rory.”

Rory

"I thought you can't swim," Rory said, rather than asked, not really looking for an answer. He didn't mean to feel the overwhelming rush of emotion but even hearing those words assured him that this was exactly where he wanted to be. This was his family in ways that nothing ever had been before, even the blood relations he had. Rory knew better than to argue with Dare in that moment, and maybe part of him wanted to stay too. He'd been practically dead twice as it was, one from Derek, and one in the river, and if staying here took away that prospect - at least for a little while - he was going to do it.

"Thanks, man," he said with a nod. "I just wanted to know Grace was safe. I didn't think anyone knew where I'd be." But Dare did, and Rory knew that he'd have done the exact same thing. The memory came back to him, the question that the Ghoulies asked him when they finished dunking his head in the water. "They wanted to know when the Serpents meet at the Wyrm. They might be planning something there. There should be extra security there."

He couldn't be sure if that was just between Skull and Dagger, or all of the Ghoulies, but it wasn't worth risking. Then he listened, nodding as Dare told him these things that he felt like the other male had been struggling with.

"You're right," Rory said when Dare finished talking. "You aren't your old man. I doubt he'd have helped me when I knocked on your door for help getting Grace back, let alone fought to bring my ass back to life. I'm glad you can see it, Dare." He was right, Rory didn't know Bruce, but he knew the stories and he knew plenty of people like him.

"I know you told me not to say it but.. thank you. For everything. I'd-- literally be dead if it weren't for you. I don't know how to pay you back for that but I hope you know that I won't stop trying."

#para #para: dare #para: what i've done #tw violence #tw blood #tw broken bones #tw drowning #tw life-saving measures #tw suggested violence against a child #tw painkillers

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