#nah kidding im not sorry

[moriitis]

Hey! Happy holidays, moriitis!

This is an unusual curiosity, but... What do you think about Toby being a father?

I feel like he wouldn't like having a child, or maybe he would, I don't know... do you think he would be a good father? (Let's suppose that hypothetically you have a daughter)

Have a nice Christmas, I love you! 💗

Father!Toby Rogers HeadCanons. Fem!Reader.

FIRST, I wanna say how fucking weird it was reading this ask at 5 am because I shit you not, before I went to sleep THIS VERY THOUGHT crossed my mind and I told myself I was gonna write this today. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. No, on a real note, glad we are on the same wave length. I LOVE THIS and thank you for requesting it! Have the most happiest of holidays yourself! <3 AND NO I LOVE YOU.

Content/Warnings; abortion, mentions of miscarriages, blood, birth, children, babies.

If you had asked him what he did on a specific Wednesday two weeks ago, he'd have no idea. That was one of the downsides to being a proxy; the memory loss and foggy mind. But fuck, did he remember the morning you told him you were pregnant. His heart fell through his ass, his skin colour turning fifty shades paler than usual.

Admittedly, his first reaction was to laugh. He'd snort in your face and narrow his eyes suspiciously toward you.

"Weird fucking thing to say."

Would be one of the first things he would say. Because you pranked him so often that he simply didn't believe you and it was such a weird fucking thing to say? What a weird prank?

But when you didn't laugh, his lips pursed nervously and he shifted from one foot to the other. The silence was louder than anything as you both stared at each other. The seriousness on your face, this was going too far.

"You're on birth control... right?"

And before he knew it, you were tearing up and right there and then he wanted a hole to swallow him up and eat him. This was bad, no, worse than bad; this was really fucking serious.

Slender would fucking kill him, he'd kill him first and then kill you. This wasn't supposed to happen, shit, he shouldn't have been fucking with you in the first place and now you were fucking pregnant?!

He wanted to panic, he wanted to dart out the door and leave forever but he was tied to Slender. Not just as a proxy, but a slave; a mere worker.

It was the look on your face too, he couldn't leave you? What kind of man were he? Not that he had a particularly good role model for what being a man was like

God forbid he turned into that man.

"Okay."

He would start -

"Okay, okay, ooookay."

He was reassuring himself more than he were reassuring you and his hands reached out to grip firmly on your shoulders. This didn't have to happen, he could.. well, you could fall down some stairs or better yet, drink some alcohol? That'll get rid of a baby, right?

Those thoughts, those dirty, putrid thoughts. What was he thinking? He was disgusted in himself but he couldn't help it, he was panicking.

He couldn't be a father, he was not made to be a father. What if he turned into him? What if he were to.. god forbid it, lay his hands on the babe? He was a dangerous individual, why should the softness of a baby stop him?

Perhaps it was because it were.. his baby. A life growing inside of... you.

"I can't do it."

He admitted.

"I am not fit to be- I CANNOT be- Our life- What we do- No, no, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I love you but-"

He was rambling. He was afraid, he couldn't bare to look at you because what if he were to suddenly lay a hand on you?

Sitting down with Toby and talking to him was the best option. To clear your minds, to form a plan - to figure out what to do and whether you both wanted this baby.

Toby was honest, so brutally honest that frankly it made you burst into tears.

"It's not that I don't want it- it's that I-.. I can't."

His words hurt so much but he promised he'd be there to help you each step of the way. Fuck, he'd even get Jack in an attempt to try and help with the termination.

But word travelled fast and it sure travelled quick.

Slender's rage was not shouting or screaming; it was the eerie silence or disappointing faceless stare he would give you. It was the nausea that followed, the anxiety that riddled itself in your blood stream.

And just like that, Toby's whole life was gone. You had just.. simply disappeared. And it killed him, the unknowing of what happened to you. It killed him to think that he could've possibly killed you.

But you were not dead. Slender had come to an... agreement.

You were to stay a proxy but you were to terminate the child and with that, he sent you on the other side of the forest. In a cabin, alone and to deal with your emotions.

Jack had came to aid you with the termination.

But something inside of you told you that.. you wanted this child. That perhaps this child was a chance of hope, of normality. That maybe you could escape.

And you hated to bare such a burden on a child that was not yet born.

It took a lot of convincing from Jack, a lot of persuasion to keep the baby and to do regular visits to ensure it was growing healthy. You were to birth the baby alone, for Jack couldn't risk getting caught. But he taught you well, how to handle it and of course gave you lots of books.

It was risky, going against Slender. He would know something was up, especially since you had not come back as quickly as he had expected.

So Jack lied for you, he hated it but did it nevertheless. What was he going to lose?

He told Slender you were in a coma and that he needed to do regular checks to ensure you were alive.

Slender wouldn't know, fuck, Slender wasn't human - so the lie worked perfectly.

The pregnancy was rough. Unwelcoming. You vomited everything up, you were unable to gather firewood due to the fatigue - so on most nights you would be freezing alone.

A part of you didn't expect the baby to survive. That you would miscarriage.

But weeks slogged into months and you were bursting.

And you had to do this alone.

You didn't count how long you were in labour for, but it felt like for days.

So much blood, that something was wrong and you just knew it.

But you pushed through, with each book Jack had given you being an aid.

The baby was born during the night.

And she did not cry. Nor weep, nor whine.

Your heart dropped.

You were slumped on the cabin floor, blood pooling around your thighs and knees as you doubled over. There, on the towels beneath you, were the child. Pale, small.

If it weren't for the shock, you would've moved instantly. But you couldn't. All you could do was watch in disbelief, your head glazed in sweat.

But motherly instincts kicked in quick.

And you reached for the scissors, cutting the cord and making haste to save your daughters life.

Your daughter. A girl. You had no idea what the gender were but it were evident as you helplessly rubbed the babes back, hoping to clear some airways to hear that cry.

Relief washed over you, a cry that would've seen irritating for some; music to your ears.

You had a daughter - she was alive!

It took Jack a couple months until he passed by again, he was on his rounds locally and knew he needed to check up on you. A part of him expected to find you dead and half of him prepared himself to the smell of death as he itched closer toward the cabin. The smell of the rotting corpse either being you, the child or both.

But there was a new smell. A sweeter smell.

He wasn't sure why he was surprised when he discovered the cooing child in your arms but he were.

You had named her Lyla.

And you ached for Toby.

Jack couldn't vouch for the coma lie anymore and he knew that soon you were to be caught.

So, he did what he thought were best. He dragged Toby's sorry ass here. And it took a lot of convincing.

Toby succumbing to depression at the idea of losing you. Spending most days in bed, grieving.

So, when he walked into the cabin, he quite literally dropped to his knees, it was like everything inside him had been healed.

"You're alive-?!" Toby choked out. A part of him believed he were dreaming. His eyes scanned every fibre of your being, your hair, eyes, lips and.. the baby in your arms. His mouth hung agape and you couldn't help the stream of tears that came flooding down your cheeks. The brunette couldn't lie, he couldn't say that you looked well because you didn't. You looked.. so hungry, so weak and yet this beautiful child looked so healthy. "You- is that- am I?" All you could do was nod to his words as you approached him, Toby barely able to find the courage to look at the child in your arms. No, he had to make sure you were real first. His hand reached out, fingertips barely grazing over your cheekbones and there he smashed his lips against your own.

It took a lot of explaining and Toby was.. well, in shock for an hour or two as he tried to come to terms with it all. The idea that you did this.. alone. That you carried this child alone for months, that you gave birth alone. He should've been there, he would've been in a heartbeat!

But that voice in the back of his head reminded him of the words he spoke to you on the day that you announced you were pregnant. Oh, how they were not true.

Because as soon as he glanced at the baby, he knew in that moment that he wanted to be.. a father. Well, he wanted to try.

"She's beautiful.." he whispered, voice hoarse as he fought back the lump in his throat. Toby reached out but stopped himself. What if even a mere touch would make the baby disappear? What if.. somehow, he hurt her?! His expression pained as he hesitated, between wanting to love but being too afraid to do so. The both of you exchanged glances, your own look encouraging him silently. You trusted Toby, despite his nature, despite what he does; you knew he would never hurt her. And you relayed those very thoughts with a look alone as you gently urged the little bundle toward him. Toby wanted to decline but slowly, he took the baby within his own arms. He was awkward, freezing and sitting as still as he could, like she were made out of glass. It made you laugh. "You're not going to hurt her," you reassured with words this time. "But what if the day comes that I do?"

When Toby found out his daughters name were Lyla, he broke down into tears. He was crying so much that he kept calling himself 'such a little bitch' between each sob.

It was pretty funny.

But you didn't laugh, you just rubbed his shoulder reassuringly as he sobbed tears over his daughter.

Which prompted Lyla to whine softly.

And then Toby cried more because he thought he hurt her. Shit, this man was more hormonal than you were.

It took Toby many weeks to adjust to this new lifestyle and he tried his best to form a bond with his daughter. You had the pleasure of nine months to form a bond, Toby had no time to prepare at all.

But it was hard because every time he looked at her, his heart broke into a million tiny pieces.

She was too perfect, too beautiful and anxiety consumed him at the thought of losing her. He had just got you back!

And you were the two girls in his life he loved ever so dearly.

So, he insisted that he looked after her more. Despite the fact that every time he held her, he wanted to fucking die. He was too damn anxious for this shit.

Admittedly, as weeks turned into months, you were thankful for Toby's willingness to parent more often.

But it was hard at the start

It seemed Lyla hated Toby and it frustrated Toby each time she would cry whenever she were in his arms

She was clingy, and you understood both of their emotions.

So when Lyla was asleep, Toby would feel his emotions get the better of him too. He would be angry, but his anger turned more into sadness as he stormed off into the wilderness for some alone time.

And this happened often. Toby needed time and you understood this, a part of you feeling guilty for thrusting this parent role upon him so suddenly - especially after he expressed his discomfort with the idea of being a father.

But it was still early days.

And you were unsure on what happened that particular night but when Toby came back from his usual walks, he was a different man.

And when he gently scooped Lyla up into his arms, it seemed she noticed that too.

Perhaps it was the confidence? Or how calm he appeared?

Whatever it was, it seemed now they were inseparable.

The love in his gaze as he rocked Lyla gently in his arms, like he was holding his entire world and nothing was going to take that away from him.

Well, that was until Slender found out.

And it turned into a literal shit show.

The way Jack came storming into the cabin, bursting your little bubble you had created, your idea of a happy, normal family disappearing as quickly as you had dreamt it.

The panic on Toby's face as he knew.

And you knew.

You expected worse, but Slender was... forgiving.

You were unsure what was said, whether Jack had swayed his mind or perhaps if Toby promised some unspoken promise.

But the cabin you had given birth in was to become your home.

On one condition.

You were banished. No, you would not go back to society - especially not after the things you know and had seen, but you were to stay here until your death. Which would not be a peaceful death, but that day would come. For now, Lyla was fine and despite your worry about her future; Slender agreed that she would be fine.

You did not trust the entity's words. But you were thankful nevertheless.

"How the hell did you get so big?!" You heard Toby yell from the living room, Lyla's giggles followed. From the corner of your eye, Toby spun her around in the space of the living room. There was no denying that the scene warmed your heart, but also made you chew the bottom of your lip anxiously.

Toby always said that you worried about her too much and maybe you did, but fucking hell... if her ankle caught the table or her head on the wall! Rushing over, you quickly waved your arms out. "Whoaa, okay, hold on- she's gonna hurt herself or get sick-!" you quickly spoke, trying to pitch your voice a little louder than Lyla's giggles. Toby stopped momentarily, Lyla in his arms and he looked at you with a questioning look. "She's fine, see?" Toby held her out and she flopped in his arms, almost looking as if she were about to drop on the floor and instinctively you threw your hands out to catch her. The brunette could only chuckle as he bundled her up close to his chest. "You worry too much." Those same words again and you rolled your eyes, a soft crinkle of irritation evident in your brow. Lyla was.. fine and perhaps you did worry too much, but Toby didn't really understand the concept of.. gentle playing. Like the times he'd throw her in the air, it make you wanna vomit at the idea of her hitting her head on the roof, or god forbid - he drops her. She was too little for this roughness and deep down, she'd always be your little baby. But Lyla was nearly two and it broke your heart to admit that, as much as you enjoy watching her grow.

And she preferred playing with Toby than with you. Mostly because she was a carbon copy of Toby himself. From the nose to the hair colour. She had your eyes though, so screw you Toby.

Toby became the very man he promised himself he would become, the very father he wished he had himself.

Loving and caring. Lyla was most certainly Daddy's little girl and Toby wore that badge with pride.

If it weren't for the circumstances and for the fact that Toby does not own a wallet he'd have little pictures of his daughter nestled away inside the pocket of his wallet.

Despite the bumpy start, Lyla couldn't get enough of Toby and he ensured that every night he'd read her a bedtime story. He'd even fall asleep himself sometimes just beside her bed, other nights just wanting to sit close in case something were to happen.

Admittedly, a part of you worried that Toby was.. too attached to her.

But whenever they were together, Toby was healing something inside of him that he thought could never be healed.

And essentially, he was living a childhood he had always wished for through his own daughter.

Eventually, Lyla blossomed into a teenager and it was.... hell.

"I fucking hate this cabin, I hate being here! Why can't we be normal! What's with all this off the grid shit!" The voice yelled from down the hall. Oh, she wasn't wrong, Lyla had every right to be pissed but having to live with an angsty teenager that hated everyone and everything was a lot worse.

And Toby never, NEVER, did the punishments.

Just... strict words.

No, he couldn't trust himself, so let you deal with it.

But at times he would find himself taking Lyla outside for a walk to talk to her. To let her know that he was there if she wanted to talk.

And yes, Toby does 100% sneak her out to go to the nearest town.

All in all, Toby would be, against all odds, the best father he could offer. Though I do see him not wanting kids at all. I also HC that all the proxies are infertile anyway.

But if it were to play out, it'd probably be something like this. Toby would be the cool dad where you could just about get away with some stuff. Toby would also be one of those guys where he claims he hates the cat kid and then forms such a close bond with the cat kid.

Oh, and is this man protective of his children too. !

Very much refers to his children as 'sperm pet.' Or he pulls a Kratos and he's kinda like 'get 'ere, boy/girl.'

I RAMBLED TOO MUCH

I feel like I didn't really answer your question

I'm sorry. I will write more about this in the future though.

[sojutrait]

chu hua went into labor and delivered twins again!!! but girls this time!!!

[br1ghtestlight]

imagine jimmy jr and tina having a playdate w/ their parents when they're like six months old bcuz the parents always see each other around and bob and linda don't really know anybody in the neighborhood yet..... imagine them crawling towards each other IMMEDIATELY and laughing and linda joking that they have crushes on each other and that they're gonna love each other for the rest of their lives. there's so many possibilities to imagine w/ them!!!!!

[peace-26]

random post but

times when audrian keyes gaslighted as edwyn lusk in TWT

it’s not gonna be all because sometimes i wasn’t able to take a photo

TWT SPOILERS WARNING

i mean. these were the ones i thought were significant enough. it’s definitely not all. and also so sorry about the colour of the pages how is it all different colours??

[ssaltlicker]

Thinking about all the on-screen character development we couldve (and shouldve) gotten from vi in s2. To actually see and hear her process things. Man

[anawrites3]

I know you're already writing two more parts for Royal AU but I hope you won't get mad if I ask about this concept: the union is largely inconvenient for other kingdoms because it will give King Wayne and King Wilson too much power so when the wedding day comes there is a murder attempt at easier target - prince Richard - to prevent the union and possibly create a new conflict between Kings.

Of course I won't get mad, thank you so much for your ask 💕💕 I just hope you won't get mad for how long it took me to finish the story for you 🥺 But to make up for it, it's extra long (5k words exactly). Hope that's alright!

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Sladick royal au, part 7

[masterlist of au]

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Despite how many hours had already passed since the beginning of their wedding celebration, the fun still continued in all its intensivity. Wines, meads and every other possible Defiance liquor were poured generously; food disappeared from the tables so quickly that servants had no time to catch a breath and the floors kept creaking joyfully under dancing people's boots.

Dick watched it all with a smile, catching his breath after the last dance he shared with Slade. His husband stood a few steps away from him, conferring quietly with Wintergreen and Dick didn't dare to disturb them, much less eavesdrop on their conversation. Whatever they were discussing, if at any degree it concerned Dick, Slade will tell him all about it later after the celebration will end.

"Dickie!" a voice called from behind Dick's back and the young consort turned around to see Jason, pushing his way through the other guests. He wasn't running just yet but his steps were so fast it was easy to see that he was forcing himself not to. Behind him, walking at a decidedly slower, leisurely pace, Bruce shook his head in amusement at Jason's behavior.

Dick himself couldn't stop a fond smile from entering his lips at the sight. He wasn't able to spend as much time with his family as he wanted to, due to the responsibilities of being the host and to Slade himself, but they did see each other from time to time to talk and dance.

Slade couldn't refuse him the right to dance with his father or with Jason, no matter how much he might have wanted to.

"Hi, Jay." Dick replied affectionately, wrapping his arms around his brother's frame when the boy threw himself at Dick. "How are you finding the celebration?"

"You're asking the same thing every time you see us. The answer still didn't change, dumbass." Jason rolled his eyes but the playful smile on his lips betrayed him. "But it would be better if I could just sit somewhere quiet and read."

"Of course it would." Dick laughed, running his fingers through his curly hair. "I promise I'll show you the royal library next time."

Jason squeezed him a little tighter at his words. They couldn't be sure when they will be able to see each other again, even more after the celebration will come to an end and so Dick fully intended to make the most of the situation right now. He really hoped Slade wouldn't forbid them seeing each other. Just thinking about it made Dick sick.

"Yeah, you better!"

"Oh but let him fool you, Dick, he basically sleeps with the books you sent him so far." Bruce threw him a smile over Jason's head, ignoring the boy's sharp cry of protest. "Gotham writers' novels bore him ever since he became acquainted with Defiance's literature."

"It's hardly surprising." Dick chuckled good-naturedly. "I read quite a lot of them myself now and I have to admit that they're very interesting. Almost like stories from another world."

"They're amazing!" Jason agreed happily, stepping away from Dick at last. Dick allowed him out of his embrace with the last ruffling of his hair. "Not only is the style of writing different from Gotham's novels but almost everything else too. The way characters think, the way they talk, what they do! Even their food is different from ours! And- um..." Jason hesitated, glancing in Bruce's direction and scratched the back of his neck nervously. "And, you know, the... descriptions too."

Dick forced himself to smile. The books he sent over for Jason weren't the worst he had found in Slade's library - Slade would probably laugh at how... mild they were. But for Jason, who wasn't at all used to Defiance's culture, the way characters displayed affection for each other had to be quite a shock at first. In Gotham, even in the romance books, simple kiss scenes were short and just that, simple. Defiance's writers, however, loved details and throughout descriptions.

Dick chose the least graphic novels he could find to send over to Jason, not only because of his brother, whom he didn't want to taint with barbaric scenes (although, of course, that was the main reason) but also because he knew Bruce would get those books into his hands sooner or later. Dick doubted Bruce knew how shameless Defiance's people really were and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as it was possible.

"Well, it can't be denied that writers here are a little more... bold in their works." Dick said slowly, carefully keeping his face from wincing.

"Bold isn't the word I would use." Bruce deadpanned in answer. "Apart from that, if you asked any of them, surely no one would tell you that they're writing about something obscene. Since they were raised that way and these are the rules in their country, it's hardly surprising that they follow such customs."

Dick looked away in hopes it would conceal his blush, even just a little. He really didn't want to talk again about the way Slade kissed him in front of everyone, literal steps away from Roy. The talk they already had was more than enough for him - Bruce made sure to let Slade know what he thinks about that very clearly.

"It's fascinating." Jason shrugged. He eyed the goblet of mead in Bruce's hand before glancing at Dick, as if his brother's presence would help him steal a sip from it. "The way they don't care about other people around, and how they're proud of being in love. It's just you and your lover that's important, not what others think about it. It makes for great forbidden-love stories."

Forbidden-love stories meant less open affection scenes and that was one of the reasons why Dick sent Jason so many of them but he wasn't going to say that outloud.

“I’m happy you like them, Jason.” he settled on with a small smile and Jason grinned back.

"As long as they're just stories." Bruce sighed.

Dick parted his lips to reply when he got the feeling of being watched. Slade was still busy with Wintergreen and when Dick looked around to locate the source of this feeling, his eyes met with Ra's al Ghul's iron gaze. He inclined his head in a bow and forced himself to smile. Ra's didn't bow back, didn't take his eyes off Dick but his lips did curved into a smile. It wasn't a nice smile. No, Ra's smiled as if he knew a secret Dick had no way of knowing.

Taking his eyes off Ra's felt like looking away from an opponent in the middle of a sword fight but Dick forced himself to do that too.

Ever since Dick was a kid, he knew that Ra's al Ghul was not to be underestimated. His name held as much power as Slade's, maybe even more - Ra's was dangerous but unlike Slade, he didn't like to get his hands dirty unnecessarily. It was said that while for Slade Wilson the world was one big battlefield, for Ra's al Ghul it was a chessboard. His country - an empire - was enormous thanks to the wars and Ra's' schemes that the man reveled in.

Dick had no intention of offending him in any way. Ra's was a power not even Slade wanted to mess with with no real purpose ("too much trouble" Dick heard him say once) and the ruler of Nanda Parbat was one of the first of their guests officially welcomed to the ceremony by the royal couple. It was a show, if anything else, of paying Ra's the respect his power deserved.

To be honest, Dick didn't even expect Ra's to attend their wedding ceremony at all. He wasn't exactly a type that just went to parties where he would only waste his time among the common folk he considered the rulers of other countries to be. The fact that Ra's had come to their wedding and then didn't leave the celebration for all those hours must've meant that the man regarded the power Defiance and Gotham became after the unification. Because the marriage between Slade and Dick not only meant the end of war - it also meant the union between their countries that made them as powerful as ever.

Dick shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. There was no use thinking about any of that now. It didn't matter that Dick didn't like the way Ra's grinned at him - al Ghul was just another guest at their wedding that was celebrating with everyone else. Besides, even if the man wanted to have any business with them, Slade will be the one taking care of that.

Bruce and Jason were still busy discussing Defiance's culture. Dick slid the goblet from his father's hand and took a big swallow of the mead before handing it over to Jason.

"Dick!" Bruce hissed at him and Dick just shrugged.

Bruce reached out to get the goblet back before Jason would manage to get a sip, as Jason let out a victorious "Aha!" and moved away from his reach.

"Jason! Give it back, you're too young to drink." Bruce scolded, still trying to take the goblet away from him when another person joined their little circle and he instinctively straightened, almost despite himself.

With that little movement Bruce was gone, in his place stood now King Wayne, the ruler of Gotham.

"Your Majesty." He greeted shortly, with a face devoid of any emotions. He specifically didn't look at the hand Slade put on the small of Dick's back.

"King Wayne." Slade greeted back lazily, as if they hadn't already seen each other plenty that night. "Prince Jason. It's always a pleasure to see you."

Jason took advantage of Slade's arrival and took a few small sips of the mead. After that, Dick took the goblet from him before he could drink too much and Jason allowed him to do that without a word of protest, only sending him a playful smirk.

"Your Majesty." Jason bowed just slightly. "Or shall I call you 'brother' now?"

Bruce choked on the drink he finally got back and Slade barked a surprised laugh.

"I take it you're finding the liquors well?" he asked with an amused smile.

"Your country is full of wonders, Your Majesty." Bruce replied harshly. His eyes arrowed just slightly in annoyance. "It's no surprise that your liquors are satisfactory as well."

Slade seemed pleased with the answer. "All the best for such an honorable occasion." he said, glancing at Dick out of the corner of his eye. "Richard deserves all the best for the celebration."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Dick murmured, inclining his head. "Your generosity brings me great joy."

"Oh, aren't you a proper little thing." Slade purred out. He cupped Dick's cheek to raise his head and press a kiss to the corner of his lips. Dick was sure he heard the way Jason gasped in shock but all he could focus on right now was the look on Slade's face. "Why don't you bring me something to drink, love, and then we'll go greet the rest of the guests?"

Dick swallowed. In Gotham, he would never lower himself to obey that request but he was in Defiance now. He had to remind himself of that fact, over and over again. He was in Defiance now and different rules applied here. It was alright. He saw Apollo bring Midnighter food or drink plenty of times when the man asked and he always seemed happy to do that.

But before Dick could nod or even part his lips to answer, Bruce's angry voice boomed beside them.

"Find yourself a servant to do that." he almost growled, as close to breaking The Proper King's image as he ever got. "I do not care what rules your country has, I will not allow you to humiliate my son any further."

"Father-" Dick tried, but Bruce wasn't quite done.

"He's your husband, not a toy and definitely not a personal attendant of yours!"

Slade barely reacted at the words, merely raising his brows. His hand was on Dick's hip now, a loose weight pressing them close together but it didn't feel like being trapped.

"No, he's not. But you're the only one insinuating he is, King Wayne, and for that I could cut off your tongue." Slade answered coldly. "Why would there be anything wrong with him getting me something to drink?"

"He's a crown prince-"

"He's a royal consort now actually." Slade interrupted carelessly. "And if my memory serves me right, just a few hours ago you were one of the witnesses to our vows, where we swore to take care of each other."

"Using my son as your errand boy is hardly taking care of him."

"I'll take care of him alright, you don't have to worry about that, Your Majesty." Bruce flinched at the words and Jason grabbed at his arm before anything could happen. A lot of people kept glancing in the direction, curious of what was happening even if they weren't speaking loudly. "And I'm sure you know that the vows work both ways - by bringing me a drink Richard will care about me. Besides, I'm sure that even if I hadn't asked, he'd offer to bring me something on his own accord, with how polite and trained you made him."

And the truth was, Dick probably would, sooner or later. But there was a difference in just doing it and in Slade asking for the drink, like Bruce would do with a servant.

"Trained!" Bruce echoed in indignation. "How dare you-"

"Father, please. Now is not the time nor place for this." Dick pleaded hurriedly. When Bruce clenched his jaw, as if that was the only thing stopping him from screaming, Dick looked over at Slade. "Your Majesty-"

"I don't need any apologies, Richard, if that's what you're trying to do." Slade waved a hand dismissively. "The war between our countries may have ended but the hatred is quite difficult to eradicate. You should know that very well yourself."

Dick curled his fingers in the material of his cloak.

"I do not hate you." he confessed in a whisper. So quiet he wasn't sure if Bruce was able to hear it at all.

Slade's lips curled into a slow smirk, "Perhaps."

"People are looking." Jason muttered uncomfortably. He looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but here and Dick couldn't really blame him. "I'm not saying you should hug or anything but..."

"We shouldn't argue." Bruce grunted. "People have enough to talk about."

"Maybe you should think about that before you open your mouth next time, Your Majesty." Slade bared his teeth in a wolfish smile. "I'll be the one to bring us something to drink then, Richard. Excuse me."

He gently uncurled Dick's hand from the cloak to press the back of it to his lips, in a manner that started to feel as familiar as breathing to Dick with how often it happened, and then he was gone.

"That was... um." Jason started uncertainty.

"Yeah." Dick breathed out, looking after his husband. "Yeah, it was."

With all the commotion, Dick completely forgot about Ra's al Ghul and his strange smile. Neither did he notice how that smile got even bigger during the argument or the weird sign Ra's made with his hand when everyone's attention was somewhere else.

/ / / / / /

Greeting guests was a pretty boring, repetitive process. It was almost the same with every single one of them, with slight differences here and there but mostly it based on charming smiles and "We greet you, welcome to Defiance", "We're the most grateful for your presence at our celebration" and "Thank you for your kind words and wishes". Slade was the one who did most of the introductions and took care of the more political side of the greetings, while Dick was the one for pretty words and charming their guests. He's been doing that since he was nine years old and first came to live with Bruce in a castle, and he did it almost with no second thought at all.

Slade seemed satisfied with his acting as well, just smirking when some of Defiance diplomats and nobles cooed over how polite and lovely Dick was.

"This marriage was a great idea." one of the baroness admitted with a warm smile. She was quite drunk at this point and her husband kept sending her quick panicked looks, as if afraid she'd say something wrong and offend them. Dick tried to hide his amused smile in the goblet of mulled wine Slade brought him. "Excellent even! Not only you finally stopped that damned war, you made both of your countries so much stronger! Oh, think of all the good you can do for your people now."

"My dear, please..." her husband tried and Dick chuckled.

"We'll do our best, ma'am, thank you." he said with a smile and the woman beamed at him.

"Oh, you're such a lovely young man!" she clasped her hands together in delight. "It's such a shame I'm not a few years younger. Oh, and you just got married. Oh wait, I'm married as well! Ha! Maybe it's better that I'm so old, that could be so awkward!"

She grabbed his arm gently and Dick allowed her to lead him several steps away, to get away from the group that formed around the king. Slade eyed him without stopping his talk with another lord but didn't say a word of protest. Apparently, he deemed the baroness harmless enough and, basing on the slight smile on his lips, her behavior even amused him.

Well, the baron couldn't say the same.

"I apologize, Your Majesty!" he called loudly, rushing after them and bowing before Dick as low as it was possible for his old back. "Baroness had a little too much to drink and-"

"There's no need to apologize." Dick assured him gently. "You have a lovely wife, my lord. Her compliments are quite... unique but I appreciate the kind words."

The man breathed out softly in relief.

"You're too good for us, Your Majesty." he said, straightening slowly with a shy, grateful smile. "Defiance gained a lot this day and for that we're very grateful."

The couple bowed to him for the last time before walking away. For a moment Dick just watched them go, before turning back with the intention of going back to Slade' side. He only managed to take a few steps towards his husband when another man blocked his way.

Dick hadn't seen him before, not at the marriage ceremony or even later during the celebration but it was hardly surprising. Their marriage was such a big event that people from all over the world traveled to Defiance to celebrate with them. Or, most likely, to see what the whole fuss was about and to pay respect to mighty King Wilson that way.

The man in front of him was middle-aged, with most of his brown hair already turned into white strands. He was wearing fine clothing mostly in dark green, with lots and lots of gold accents. Probably another one of lords that came over from the order side of the globe, Dick thought.

"Your Majesty." the man said, slightly inclining his head with a sharp smile. "Congratulations on your marriage."

"Thank you." Dick replied with a small smile even though, come to think of it, it was strange that he got approached alone. A lot of people came to Slade like that, while Dick was spending his time with his family or was just busy talking with someone else, but never the other way around. "I hope you're enjoying the feast."

"Oh, I surely am. Such a great country as Defiance knows well how to take care of a visitor." the man cocked his head to a side with a glint in his eye. "But I'm sure Gotham lent a hand in all the preparations. Such a wedding! But rulers of such splendors deserve all the very best on a day like this, do they not?"

"Uh, of course." Dick wet his lips nervously. He couldn't put his finger on why exactly but something was wrong. Maybe it was the weird grin on the man's lips or just the way he was talking but Dick didn't like it one bit. He glanced towards Slade. "Excuse me, mister, but I believe we haven't met before and you still didn't tell me your name."

"I didn't." he confirmed. "But this day is about you, my prince."

Something was very strong. Dick needed to get to Slade.

"Thank you." he said again, forcing the words out. "Why don't we-"

"Who knows, maybe your countries will turn into one huge empire one day.'' The man ignored him with a hum. "Connecting countries by marriage, by wedding the very heir to the throne at that, that surely is something! Makes for one hell of a strong bond too. Your husband had to really think it through."

Dick clenched his fingers on the goblet. He didn't know the real reason why Slade decided to ask for his hand in marriage and didn't want to know, didn't want to even think about it. No matter, it didn't change a single thing. Slade never told him what reason he had and Dick had no intention of asking. But people always had thousands of different theories on the topic and they loved to talk about it, even to Dick's face.

"If you say so." Dick settled on, frowning just slightly. "Now, please-"

"But you know, Your Majesty... this whole union was not a very smart idea."

Dick froze, "What?"

"There are a lot of other kingdoms who think so as well. It's... largely inconvenient, at the best." The man smiled, all sharp teeth. Dick instinctively took a step back. "Oh, but don't worry, Your Majesty. They're all cowards - they would never admit it to you, much less do anything about it. Especially now, when you have gained so much power."

Dick moved another step back but this time the man followed him, still grinning like a wolf closing off on his prey. Slade was still engaged in a talk with that nobleman, they were too far away and the man in front of Dick was speaking too softly for anyone to notice that something was wrong.

Maybe Dick could scream? That surely would bring everyone's attention.

"What do you want?" Dick demanded, still trying to move away to a safe distance from him. "Why are you telling me all this?"

"I just thought it's something you should know of, Your Majesty." the man shrugged carelessly. "It's pretty useful knowledge, I would say."

"You should tell it to my husband then."

"Ah, no. There's no time for that."

Dick's breath hitched. He looked over to Slade again, this time to see him look back. Slade must've seen in Dick's face how disturbed he felt, because he said something quickly to the lord beside him and started towards them.

"And why is that?" Dick breathed out, looking back to the man in front of him.

That awful smile widened, "Because we are the ones who will do something about it."

Then everything happened so fast. Dick didn't even notice him move. There was just a flick of silver as the man slipped a knife out and plunged it right into Dick's stomach.

All the air left his lungs in a second, as if the steel of the blade inside him chased all of it away, as if there wasn't enough space for both of it in Dick's body at once. The man yanked the knife out in a quick move and Dick's knees collapsed under his own weight when he tried to get away. He wasn't even aware of it happening - one moment he was still moving away on wobbly legs, and the next he was already on the ground. Someone was screaming. Red began to spread across Dick's chest, thoroughly staining the white material of his ceremonial clothes.

"Dick!"

Dick instinctively pressed a hand against the wound but it wasn't enough, the blood kept gushing out. The man in front of him was still smiling, cruel and cold. His clothes were now slightly red from Dick's blood.

"Sorry, my prince." he said, raising the knife to attack again. "Nothing personal."

Dick could barely move. He tried to crawl away, put any kind of distance between himself and his attacker but at the same time he felt as if the hand he was pressing against the wound was the only thing keeping him alive. He tried, he was doing his best, but it wasn't enough, he was going to die-

Before the man managed to reach him, a red-haired figure ran into him at full speed, knocking them both to the floor. Dick's chest heaved as he watched Wally, with the help of Roy who was right behind him in the wild charge, take the knife away from the man and how they immobilized him completely. Dick was frozen, staring as the man who tried to kill him trashed, trying to break away from the hard grips that pinned him to the floor. Wally snarled at the bastard, before glancing in Dick’s direction. When he met Dick’s eyes, he forced a smile on his lips, as if trying to tell him that everything will be alright.

The arm Dick was using to stay up was shaking with the effort it took him to do so, and someone gently laid him completely on the floor. Someone knelt beside him and began to press at his wound, someone was still screaming over his head. His hand got gripped tightly and he focused to squeeze it back, forcing himself to keep breathing, even if he felt like he was choking. Between one blink and another, Slade was leaning over him.

"Richard." he said urgently and Dick's eyes zeroed on him. Gods, was his hair always this white?

"Slade..." he gasped and Slade's face spasmed. Huh. It was the first time Dick ever called him by his name. "Slade, it hurts-"

"I know. I know but I need you to hold on for a little longer." Slade said, gently brushing the strands from Dick's face. His hands were stained red and his cloak was missing. "You'll be alright. Just keep breathing and don't close your eyes."

Dick nodded slightly but it was harder to keep his eyes open with every other blink. Gods, his eyelids were getting so heavy.

"Don't you dare close your eyes, Richard." Slade growled but Dick barely heard him.

"My father-" he forced out and his hand got squeezed again.

"I'm here, Dickie." someone said and Dick turned his head the other way to see Bruce kneeling by his other side. "Just stay with us, chum, everything will be alright."

Someone was yelling in the distance. Oh, was it Jason? Dick didn't want Jason to see any of this. He hoped his brother was pulled away, that that was the reason why his voice seemed so far away.

"Where the fuck is Villain?!" Slade roared.

Everything was so wet from blood. There was a steady pressure at Dick's stomach kept by someone else and Dick finally allowed himself to pull his own hand away from it. With an effort, he put it at Slade's chest and twisted his fingers into the fabric of his husband's doublet, staining it even more with red.

"I'll be alright." he whispered. There wasn't any strength left in him to speak louder. "Just like you said. But I'm really tired now."

"No, Richard, keep your eyes open." Slade insisted. His face was twisted with worry, lips pressed into a thin line. Dick reached his hand up to stroke at his jaw. "Stay with me."

Slade pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand, fingers digging into Dick's wrist.

"I will." Dick promised. "I'll be alright. You promised me a dance."

There was a grunt in the distance and the sound of a body hitting the floor, and Dick startled, afraid that his attacker managed to get away. But right then Jason slid on his knees to him.

"No, Little Wing-"

But Jason ignored him. He leaned over Dick with a face full of tears and gripped at his shoulder. It made Dick a little bit more awake.

"Dickie, oh Gods-" Jason cried, and Dick wanted to wipe the tears from his cheeks but he didn't have enough strength to break his hand free from Bruce's grip.

"Shh, Jay, don't cry." he managed to mutter. "I'll be just fine, don't worry."

"Wayne, get him out of here." Slade ordered somewhere in the background. "He shouldn't see this."

"I'm not leaving my son alone with you after you neglected the matters of security." Bruce spat out.

"Just fucking do it, you stubborn-"

"How the fuck did your people allowed anyone to bring a weapon to your wedding?!"

"Make space!" someone yelled suddenly and another man leaned over Dick. He looked vaguely familiar and it took Dick several long seconds to actually recognize him. Arthur Villain, Slade's medic. Dick saw him only a few times during his stay in Defiance but he knew the man was as skilled as Leslie. "Fuck."

"Don't 'fuck' me, you son of a bitch, where the hell were you?" Slade demanded with rage, moving away just enough to make space for him. Dick saw out of the corner of his eye how he grabbed Jason by the waist and pulled him away as well, despite his struggles and protests.

"I was celebrating your marriage, how was I supposed to know that something like that will happen?!"

“Are you too drunk?”

“No.”

Dick breathed out slowly. Slade was busy now, with Bruce, Villain and with his arms full of Jason. Surely he won't notice if Dick closed his eyes, just for a moment? Only a minute and then he won't be so tired anymore, he'll be able to keep his eyes open longer.

“We need to get him to infirmary.”

He was vaguely aware of someone hoisting him up in their arms but then his head lolled back, and he let the darkness envelop him completely.

[yoy05]

Cassius and Deon

Under the cut is a more cursed image

[macroglossus]

being evaluated for adhd by having one of those full psych evals that last like two hours. scared frightened etc.... last time i took it i lied extensively bc i was 13 and thought they might tell my mommy if i said i had suicidal thoughts. and i still have a habit of lying to therapists bc i'm embarrassed......... AGH idk. what if i take it and they tell me that the reason im Like This is bc im genuinely just weird and shitty and not bc im mentally ill at all. SCARED

[mpreg-ask-blog]

Angel when do you feel like you going to pop since you said you feel like you wont make it to February

Angel: I dunno. Late December, or early January? Hopefully not on the extermination.

[asclexe]

oh god it just occurred to me that i am the dead, complete end of my (related) bloodline.

[aquilaaktuk]

deathstar puss in boots last wish au? deathstar puss in boots last wish au.

hastily doodled in a starbucks and everything. theres like way more tho

’why is this written like a shitpo-’ I WRITE LIKE I THINK AND HOW I THINK MADE ONE OF MY TEACHERS PUT ME IN LEARNING ENHANCEMENT IM NOT KIDDING

anyway i had an idea for this but it came to me at 6am after i just woke up so it’s probably REALLY eh. anyway kid is death because thats like the logical jump and blackstar is puss and tsubaki is kitty but not romantically involved at all because tsustar is. vile. anyway, they’re cat robin-hoods, steal from the rich give to the poor. one day blackstar steals something thats supposed to grant immortality and he’s like “theres no way this is real but lemme test it out anyway for personal reasons.” and then it ends up being real. and he’s totally chilling with that because this could be his shot at surpassing god ‘cept death and death jr are not okay with that at all and he looses in a really funny way to dtk and gets pretty pissed. his day is ruined more when tsubaki says she’s on her last life and wants to retire and blackstar properly freaks out. in my head i steal from the sandman a little and the thompsons are two regular twins who got killed during a robbery gone wrong and then get the chance to keep ‘living’ as presumably servants of death and they’re like ‘yeah sure whatever’ and then get passed off to his neurotic nervous wreck of a son and then also belatedly realise theyre ravens and definitely not human. they chill though theyre his literal wing-sisters. *flicks wrist*

anyway because big daddy death is totally not chill with the idea of immortal cats wandering around he tells dtk to go and Git Him because its good training for when he succeeds him or whatever. anyway dtk goes and tries to do that and even though every time they fight he absolutely claps blackstar, b*star always gets away and its getting kinda really frustrating, so he just watches him trying to find a moment where his guard is down enough for a quick stab n go. doesnt really happen instead he just gets feelings which is really gay and lame of him everyone point and laugh. anyway eventually he goes from ‘i must kill this guy because dad said so’ to ‘i wanna be his friend and maybe also kiss him idk’ hes not very good at emotions. its just as well the thompsons are there. anyway eventually theyre on speaking terms and after much preamble they have a lil heart to heart and its very sweet.

i imagine if ass*star was a cat he’d be a maine coon not because they’re large or particularly menacing, but because theyre one of the few breeds with enough fur to maintain that absolutely batshit hairstyle that hes got going

anway kid is like totally freaking out because big daddy death told him to go and kill this guy and he’s absolutely not done that at all, in fact he’s done the polar opposite and romanced him instead so they’re running around trying to figure out what to do and liz is like ‘dude your dad would kill and die for you why not just be out with it’ so they do that and lo and behold, big daddy death is like. totally chill about it.

anyway death dies and that really sucks but i also havent thought up to that point, all i know is that ass*star wont be allowed to run around like that forever and hes definitely not off the hook for becoming some fucked up god of accidentally gaining immortality. 

‘but what about the lines of sa-’ i dont care. 

[north-park]

South Park fans who think the Stan barfing on Wendy is gross as fuck and secretely means that his body is rejecting her presence or smt like that because they don't think vomit can be romantic

VS

South Park fans who think Stan barfing on Wendy is a cute symbol of childish puppy love and want to see it again completely ignoring Stan's growth into a more grounded individual and that it's an example of him winning over his anxiety around Wendy decades ago but regardless and thinks Stan would have the same reaction with other crushes, just to highlight that these feelings are geniunely of romantic nature

[menlove]

"have some empathy! what if it were you or your loved one paying a quarter of a million dollars to get inside of the Underwater Death Trap 5000? it could happen to anyone"

[saeraas]

woke up to people genuinely fighting that toji is a better dad than gojo to megumi because of the leaks hello everyone

[humanmorph]

phrygian never got to use that whistle for kalar to come help........ do you think that carries over

[izzy-b-hands]

Aaand that's me and another guy reprimanded for comforting a newbie who was upset they got hung up on mid survey

Great way to encourage your staff, A+ job (if sarcasm was a physical thing I would be choking on it rn)