#reader being a good dad

[secondaxispoint]

Could you do a Joel x male reader where spoilers for episode 8 and game spoilers after the incident reader admits to Ellie that he was also sexually assaulted and comforts her. Joel hears this part he talks to reader about it and comforts him if your not comfortable with the topic it’s okay too only if you’re comfortable enough ! Make sure to drink water and eat food stay safe!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Vague mentions of SA (Nothing explicit)

Content: Hurt/Comfort

If anyone has experienced or has trouble with SA, this fic probably isn't for you. There isn’t anything explicit, because I wouldn't be comfortable writing it, but there are mentions. Remember that you are not alone. Stay safe guys. 🧡🧡🧡

When Your Lost in the Darkness

Joel and Ellie came stumbling through the door, looking dazed and tired. She had blood on her face and he was looking a little worse for wear, but they were alive. Ellie helped Joel sit down then rushed into your embrace. You had your leg broken in the last fight you had been in, a rough, homemade splint hugged your shin.

She clutched at your waist tightly, almost catatonic. You returned her embrace and looked over to Joel. They were both silent. So you bent down, trying to avoid messing up your leg worse, and looked Ellie in the eye. You had your hands on both sides of her face.

“What happened Ellie?”

You question her quietly, keeping your voice light. Her eyes gloss over and her lip quivers. She wrapped her arms around your neck and shoved her face into your chest. You heard her fighting back a sob. You rubbed her back, attempting to soothe her, and looked over to Joel once more. His face was a tornado of emotions. Fury, sorrow, despair, and hurt.

“Can we talk about it in private please? Please?”

She pulled back, her grip like a vice on your shirt. You nodded and took her hand. You limped to the bedroom in the back and sat down on the floor. Ellie plopped down in front of you. You looked at her expectantly but said nothing. You didn’t want to push her in any way. You wanted her to trust you enough to tell you anything. 

She didn’t look at you. She only stared down at her feet. You pat the ground next to you, offering comfort if she wanted. She was at your side in less than a second. She shuffled into your side and laid against you. You again wrapped your arm around her. She breathed in deep and started retelling what happened.

She told you about Silver Lake and the cannibalistic residents. She then took a pause. She grabbed and fiddled with your shirt. She then hesitantly told you about David. The fire, the cage, the close call she had with James. All of it. Watched as your face darkened when she told you about what David was planning to do.

 Blind rage filled you to the brim, blurring your vision. Your breathing shallowed, your jaw tensed, and your fist was clenched tightly. She quickly informed you that the bastard was dead, your expression lightening a bit. She sniffled against your side and clutched your clothing tighter. 

“You're not alone El. I know it sounds cliche but I understand how you feel.”

She looked up at you.

“Really?”

You nodded. She asked you what happened. You pulled the painful memory from the very back of your brain. You never wanted to think about it again but you would do anything to support the little girl next to you. You told her of that night. No explicit details, not wanting to upset her. You told her how you felt afterward. You finished and the room went quiet. Ellie was still for a moment.

“Does it get better?”

Her voice muffled by your shirt.

“Eventually. It’s going to take a while and it’s gonna suck for a really long time, but it will get better.”

That seemed to ease her slightly. You moved to get up but was stopped by Ellie grabbing your sleeve.

“Thanks. It really helped y’know. Knowing that I’m not alone.”

“You’ll never be alone. Not when Joel and I are here.”

You nod and give her a faint smile. She hugs you again and gets up to leave. You listen to her footsteps as she walks out of the room. You tilt your head back against the wall and let out a sigh. You struggle while trying to get up, almost falling flat on your face. But you were caught by a strong figure grabbing you around the waist. Joel set you back on your feet but didn’t loosen his grip on you. He looked disheartened.

“Are your alrig-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Joel interrupted you mid-sentence.

“I don’t-”

You couldn’t look him in the eye, so you stared down at his shoes. He pulled you in for a warm hug. He soothed you, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You sighed and reciprocated. He helped you back into the main room and sat down on the couch. The two of you sat quietly. You had your head on his shoulder and he had a hand around you. He was warm. Your mind emptied and you melted into him.

[irishmammonagenda]

"Mams, I have some news for you." You say, hands behind your back at a weird angle, clearly hiding something.

"Not now, MC, the Great Mammon's busy." The Avatar of Greed dismisses you in an attempt to take his focus away from the way he perked up like a lovesick puppy when he heard your voice.

"But Mams, it's super important."

Mammon looks up from his DDD and stares at you expectantly, when he once more realises he's behaving like a lovesick puppy, he stares at his nails instead, scoffing. "This better be good, human. Do ya think I have all day?! Cus I don't!"

"But Mams! You're a dad now! You have to make time for your family!"

Mammon splutters, dropping his phone and falling off of his bed. "I'm a WHAT??!!! MC who's lyin' to ye! I'm not a dad!!!"

"Yes you are!" You bring your arms out from behind your back to reveal a small little black blob with small little golden horns, wearing an equally small black top hat with yellow accents.

"Papa!" Little D No.2 exclaims from your arms.

"ARRRGH!! The Great Mammon is not yer papa Little D!!!" Mammon shouts, attempting to cover the blush on his face.

You pout, Little D No.2 mirrors your expression. "But Mams! He's the spitting image of you! He's even got your horns! Are you abandoning our child?!"

"Yeah, Papa are you abandoning our chil-...wait hold on I am the child-....Yeah! Papa are you abandoning yer child?!"

"See! He even talks like you! He said yer!"

"T-t-that proves nothin'!! I-I'm not a dad!" Mammon splutters.

You look at him sulkily. "D-do you not wanna have a family with us...I mean how could you say no to this face?" You pinch Little D No.2's cheek and push him out towards the Second Born. "He's adorable! He gets it from you!"

"Fine! I'm a dad! Now please....stop poutin'?" Mammon almost pouts himself before his learned bravado makes another show. "Ahem...! What I was tryna say was....I, the Great Mammon don't care if you pout or not!"

Little D No.2 stage whispers to you. "Psst, what Mammon means to say is that he's so deeply unequivocally in love with you he hardly knows what to do with himself!"

Mammon sputters and shouts something in protest, but you just grin. "Awww! I love you too Mams!"

Mammon subconsciously preens at the praise before staring daggers at a sniggering Little D No.2 as you cradle it in your arms like a baby and coo to it things like 'You look so much like your papa! Yes you do!' and tap its little top hat before booping the small creature's nose, or where a nose should be on a Little D.

Mammon cracks a soft smile watching the scene; not that he'd ever admit it. Even though Little D No.2 was a little shit, he wouldn't mind someday having little shits of his own with you and starting an actual family, except he hoped they'd look like you.

[becca-e-barnes]

The Bad Day at Work

I'd been thinking about The Video earlier and I thought this might make an awfully sexy short part 2. In my head, the two pieces are set a couple of months apart. If you didn't already think I have a God complex, you'll think that by the time you're finished reading this 🙃

Pairing: Pornstar!Dad's Best Friend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: Bucky has a tough day on set

Warnings: Age gap (Bucky is in his late 40's, reader is in her mid 20's), masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie, praise kink, mentions of pornography

Minors, do not interact

You were beyond glad that your parents weren't home when the front clicked shut.

You were even more glad to be home alone when you felt a pair of warm lips on your neck, restless hands on your waist and the slight scruff of Bucky's stubble scratching your skin.

"Hello, you." You couldn't help but smile, partly because you didn't expect to see him today but mostly because he was so fucking eager.

You felt him hum his response more than you heard it. His mouth was occupied after all. His fingers flexed and tightened their grip on your waist, pulling you as close as he could manage.

"Good day at work?" You teased, arching your back slightly to press your ass against him. No matter how many he sees in his line of work, Bucky is absolutely an ass man.

"Are you joking?" He groans, sounding frustrated. "I don't think I've ever had a worse day on set."

He's piqued your interest, that's for sure. By all accounts, he's usually very happy with his job but that's to be somewhat expected when you're one of the most popular male pornstars in the industry.

Your phone lies long forgotten on the marble countertop and you do your best to loosen his grip enough to allow you to turn to face him.

"What happened?" You don't even sound incredibly sure of yourself. He might not want to talk about it and if that's the case, you don't want to press him.

"I couldn't finish." His cheeks are burning pink like someone has slapped both of them; frustration and shame blazing under his skin. "I tried everything. Thank God I had a condom on so I could fake it."

Your heart rate speeds up because you don't have a clue how to fix this. How do you make him feel better? What could you say that won't make him feel worse?

It's fine, it happens to everyone! Perhaps not.

I'm so sorry you couldn't finish for some other woman. Nope, not awfully sincere.

Maybe you're just getting to that age? No, definitely not.

"Well, what did you try? You've never had that problem when we're together." Your fingers drift through his dark hair and you can smell the fragrance of his shampoo so strongly, you know he's had a shower before he came over. He always does. It's just nice to be reminded though.

"Everything I usually do. I tried talking dirty, I tried changing positions. Nothing worked for me. She was a lovely woman, don't get me wrong." He's never sounded less sure of himself and it's actually a little heartbreaking. "I think you've broken me."

You can't help but laugh. You've broken him. As if he doesn't consistently leave your legs shaking. As if he didn't introduce you to pleasure that even your favourite vibrators can't compare to.

"It's true! I swear. The only time I even got close was when I closed my eyes and thought of you. But Jesus, that felt so wrong. I couldn't do that." He didn't think he'd admit that to you but in the moment, it was hard to keep it in.

That's a compliment though, right? It's a little weird but he meant well.

You didn't expect any of this when he walked through the door and you feel yourself racing to keep up, trying to find something to say to fill the silence.

"Nothing feels as good as you do." Thankfully he's still functioning, pent up frustration simmering over and his lips make their way back to your neck. "Nothing fucking compares to you." His hands slip under the hem of your thin top and you don't make any attempt to stop them.

Heat blossoms low in your tummy, creeping its way into your chest while the praise keeps coming.

"No one moans as pretty as you do. No one touches me like you do. No one makes me as filthy-minded as you do." He punctuates his sentences with squeezes to your breasts and bites to your skin and the combination is magical.

"Oh yeah? Are you sure? Because I'm going to be really disappointed if you can't cum for me either." You're only teasing him and he knows it but with his injured pride, he's already far too keen to prove himself.

"We both know I don't have that problem with you, honey. Hell, if anything, I struggle to last." He's inflating your ego and you're not sure if he knows it.

You don't really know which of you are more keen as you begin your ascent to your bedroom, trying to shed your clothes on the way. It's a relief to see the smile on his face and for a second, you just have to stop in the hallway to kiss him because he's too damn cute.

Neither of you have it in you to wait. With the state you're in, any more foreplay might just leave you trembling and despite the fact he likes to be courteous, he doesn't have the patience to drag this out either.

You lay on your back on the bed, watching him kiss up the insides of your thighs while stroking his own erection and you struggle to remember a time you felt this overwhelmed with excitement. Eventually, you feel his hot breath on your slick cunt but for once, he doesn't dwell there too long. There's a desperation to the way he's stroking himself now and you entirely understand, despite how mesmerising it is to watch him touch himself.

"Fuck, look at you." He moans, his thumb pressed to the top side of his length while he slides himself against your wet folds. "You're so perfect. All over." He grants himself a couple more indulgent, slow glides over your sex before he cups your face in one hand.

The blunt tip of his dick presses against your entrance, sliding into your body and you resist the urge to close your eyes and enjoy the feeling in favour of keeping your eyes fixed on his, drinking in how his expression reflects the pleasure he feels.

It's not hard to tell that the very first stroke has you both feeling the same. It's more than just feeling full, in a way it's almost closer to feeling complete.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna have to touch yourself." His cheeks are just as flushed as they were when he came in earlier but now he's embarrassed for entirely the opposite reason.

"You've barely started, don't tell me you're going to cum already." You can't help but laugh, taking his advice regardless. Your fingers are well versed in self pleasure, your hand slipping down between your bodies until you're able to rub your own clit in tight circles.

"I can't help it." His voice comes out closer to an elated giggle than you expected. "You've ruined me. Fuck, I'm yours."

The fingers of your free hand curl in the short hair above the back of his neck while he continues to fuck himself stupid into you. He's hardly even thinking now, letting each little confession tumble from his lips before he can even think about them.

"You've broken me. God, you feel so fucking perfect. You own me. Your cunt owns me. Holy shit." He sounds wrecked, clearly already trying to hold off his orgasm while you chase yours and you're beyond thankful it's not too far away. How could it be with confessions like that?

You feel your body fluttering around his cock, euphoria washing over you in waves that you couldn't surface from if you tried. It's an all consuming, frantic kind of pleasure. Each thrust from your partner only drags you in deeper and it's truly heavenly.

"Cum for me, Buck." You don't have to encourage him too many times. He's more than happy to give in, his arms shaking, proudly finishing inside you with a groan so beautiful that it makes you wonder if you could cum again.

He's entirely spent, for now anyway. You hear him chuckle, relief making him giddy because so long as he's still able to cum for you, you haven't completely broken him.

"Well." You smile, kissing his head before getting up to head to the bathroom. "At least I know you didn't fake that."

[beansmack2021]

All For You (Human!Alastor x Daughter! Reader)

TW: Implied cannibalism, mentions of murder, blood, mentions of snakes, mentions of vomit

Alastor would be a great father, even with his serial killer tendencies

It was raining a bit. Whenever it rained, Y/N's father insisted that the two sit in the living room and listen to the radio together. He'd read the paper while she'd finish yet another novel.

Alastor was a kind and loving father. Y/N would come home from school to venison on the stove top. He'd plant a kiss on her forehead and she'd put her schoolbag in her room before returning to the table for dinner.

She'd never suspected that there was a monster wearing her father's skin.

She was feeling under the weather, her skin hot to the touch. She'd gone to see the school nurse, who told her that she should go home early. Y/N stumbled along, dizzy and warm, and was short of breath by the time she'd finally made it home.

She opened the door, expecting to see her father on the sofa, reading the paper and listening to the radio. She dropped her bag on the floor with a loud thud. Her father wasn't on the sofa. He was on his knees, on the floor, carving up a human carcass.

He looked up at her, smile never once leaving his face. "Hello, dear! You're home early." He stood up, hands still bloody, and walked over to the sink. He scrubbed at his palms with soap, dried them on a dishrag, and walked over to where she still stood, staring open-mouthed at what looked to be the dead body of the man that lived down the street.

"Daddy, what... what is this?" She didn't flinch as Alastor squatted a bit so their faces would be more level.

"Your cheeks are awfully rosie, darling. Are you feeling alright?" Y/N shook her head. Alastor put his palm to her forehead and frowned. "Seems you have a fever. Straight to bed with you, young lady. I'll make some soup for dinner."

How could he not acknowledge the scene his daughter had walked into? He'd pretended that everything was completely fine, nothing out of the ordinary.

Alastor ushered her down the hallway, to her bedroom, and tucked her into bed. He put his hand to her head again, and she couldn't help but close her eyes and sigh with relief at how cold his palms felt. "Would you like me to bring you a damp cloth, dear?"

Anything to get him away from her. She decided, in her sickly haze, that she wasn't well enough to fight him off. She needed to bide some time. She needed to seem unbothered by what she'd seen.

Alastor stood from the edge of her mattress and went to the kitchen, where she could hear the water running. He came back, put the washcloth on her forehead, and told her he'd be back later with medicine and her supper.

She nodded and hummed. She wanted desperately to stay awake, to stay conscious so that she could be aware of whatever her father might do, but she couldn't help slipping into unconsciousness.

When she woke up, it was darker outside. She felt a shiver down her spine and pulled the cloth from her forehead, dropping it on the floor next to her bed. She coughed hoarsely and heard a knock at the door before Alastor slipped into the room.

"Hello, darling. How are we feeling?" Y/N stayed silent, not sure she could trust herself enough not to say "terrified to be in the same room with my murderer father."

"Well, I brought you some soup. It's vegetable broth and ground meat." Y/N had the briefest thought slip through her mind that her father might be trying to serve her the man that she'd seen on the ground earlier and felt sick again.

"Daddy, I'm gonna be sick," she managed to rush out. Alastor quickly grabbed the pail by her bedside and held it up for her. She threw up into the bin and teared up a bit as her father soothed her. He was so good to her, how could he be such a terrible monster? How could her father be a killer?

"I don't think you're quite ready for my soup, dear. Maybe it's time for some medicine."

Y/N nodded, watching her father leave the room, and realized this might be her one and only chance to escape and tell someone what her father has done. She threw her legs over the side of the bed, forcing herself to sit upright. She wanted to throw up again, but she needed to get out and her father would hear her retching, run in and stop her.

She stumbled down the hall and through the back door. She took off running into the woods that surrounded her home, feeling worse by the minute as her head pounded and her weak lungs took in air. She just needed to make it through the woods and to the morning.

She suddenly heard her father call out to her into the open and air and her blood went cold. She knew he'd follow her. She knew he'd know her plan. She wasn't just running anymore. She was being chased.

Her head was throbbing now, and her feet were cut open by sharp stones that littered the ground in the forest. She could hear twigs snapping behind her and knew that her father was gaining on her. She risked a glance back and saw him less than one hundred feet away.

"Y/N! Dear, you're not well! Please!"

Y/N faced forward and realized too late that she was coming up on a massive upended root. She fell forward, landing on her forearm. She screamed as she felt a bone snapping.

"Y/N!" It was odd, really. Finding out that her father was a murderer had absolutely ruined Y/N, but she didn't expect him to care for her when she was injured while trying to tell the world his crimes.

She hadn't stopped screaming before she felt the snake bite her ankle. Her father finally caught up to her, and she gasped in pain. She could feel her throat closing.

"Da-Daddy. Daddy, help. It h-hurts."

Alastor pulled the young girl into his lap, rocking her as tears filled his eyes.

"Baby girl, why did you run? You know I'd never hurt you."

She clawed at her throat as she could feel it closing. She was running out of time, and Alastor knew it.

"I did it for you, Y/N. All of those people. They were bad. I was making the world better for you. My baby. I love you, so so much. Please don't leave me."

Y/N's vision blurred and darkened, and she tried to croak out an "I love you", but nothing came out. The last thing she heard before her eyes closed for good was the sound of a gun firing from close by.

[yuwuta]

I LOVE UR BRAIN SO BAD 😭😭😭 YOU ALWAYS POST THEBBEST HEADCANONS AND THOUGHTS LIKE. WORK HUSBAND GOJO. AND JUST HAVING A WHOLE IMAGINATION OF THE OFFICE W NANAMI AND HIGURUMA AND TOJI I?????? I WANT TO LIVE IN YOUR BRAIN

TEEHEEEE you’re so sweet <33333 the work husband to actual husband to househusband gojo pipeline is so so real to me and the office au that comes with it truly does take up space in my brain, so here’s some more loosely established points 

satoru has been your work husband since you got your first job in undergrad. you two met in your dorms, and became friends, and eventually you thought a job would help with your time management skills, so you got a very low-maintenance position at the front desk of the library. satoru applied right after you and schmoozed the two little old librarians into giving him the same shifts as you. that was probably the first moment satoru knew he was a little bit in love with you—because he had no reason to have a job while in school, but this small change in your schedule made him miss you so much that he was moved to get his very first job, probably ever, just to spend more time with you. 

he wasn’t bad at his library receptionist job, but he technically wasn’t good at it, either. if a student asked him for a laptop charger or to check out a book or something, he could do that, but anything else he’d just smile and say, “oh, you’ve gotta ask the pretty girl right there about that, she knows way more than me,” and bat his eyelashes at you. except, then, when you did need to get up to grab something for someone, satoru would just spring up instead, and tell you he’s got it. it’s like… he was incapable of helping anybody else unless he got to flirt with you, and then help you out to help them out……… strange boy 

anyways, satoru makes it a habit to assist you through your student jobs throughout undergrad, and then follows you to the same law school and repeats the process there. (also not to elle woods-ify him a bit but his father heavily questions him going to law school btw because satoru has never showed any interest in working, let alone following in his footsteps to be a lawyer, and now he’s going to law school? his mom is a bit sharper though, because when satoru tells his parents he’s going to the same law school as you, she just smiles and sips her tea and wonders if her son has already made a trip to their family jeweler). 

the firm is large, but the floor you work on is a pretty close knit group. there’s hiromi’s office at the tail end, which is the largest because he’s managing partner and he practically lives in there. on the other end, both you and nanami have decently sized offices. satoru doesn’t like hiromi at first because he thinks he’s mean. then satoru watches him play a little prank on kento, and suddenly the two of them are best friends. it would be a surprisingly wholesome friendship if their common denominator wasn’t irritating kento, and acting as guard dogs for you. 

kento’s office used to be just the bare necessities—law books, his degree, basic furniture, maybe a fancy paperweight, until satoru got his hands on it and decked it out. which is not something kento asked for, nor he thinks is necessary, but that doesn’t stop satoru from continually adding little trinkets and decorations and art to his office to make it livelier. when kento first meets you, he’s surprised when you tell him satoru gojo is going to be your secretary because kento interned for satoru’s father for two summers during law school, but when kento sees you and satoru together for the first time, it answers all of his questions. satoru couldn’t be more of a lovesick fool if he tried. 

listen the ex-convict to single father to janitor to lawyer toji pipeline is so real to me. while toji is working as a janitor at the firm, satoru slips once and then jokes that toji shines the floors too aggressively on purpose to make him slip, toji tells him to fuck off and he can sue for harassment. they truly don’t like each other at first, but once satoru steals toji’s masterkey to get into your office one night after you’re gone to leave flowers, and handle some paperwork to lighten your load in the morning, toji is sort of impressed. he still almost hits him with a broomstick, but even someone as gruff as him can see that satoru had pure intentions. toji is a lot of things, but he’s not immune to or devoid of love or passion. so, eventually he and satoru develop a weird sort of banter and respect for each other. one day someone actually tries to accuse toji of not putting the wet floor sign down and how it’s gonna be a lawsuit because some lowlife janitor fucked up his $3000 suit. satoru catches the argument as he’s heading upstairs and recognized the schmuck as the stuck up lawyer on the other side of kento’s case. satoru’s ready to jump in, but toji’s displaying an impressive amount of physical restraint and legal knowledge that when the dust is all settled, satoru asks him if he ever considered being a lawyer. toji laughs at it at first, but after a month of serious consideration (and megumi becoming a college freshman), he figures it can’t be all that bad. and turns out, toji’s a half-decent lawyer—once you’ve spent so much of your life skirting (or blatantly breaking) the law, you become pretty good at getting people out or around it, too. and with his life experience, he’s a pretty good judge of character; so when it comes time to lock up the bad ones, toji makes sure they get the maximum sentence.

except he has a bad habit of sending out emails with “URGENT: NEEDS ATTN” in the subject, which prompts you, kento, and hiromi to rush to his office, just to see toji with his feet up on his desk tell you that, “the emergency is i hate the opposing counsel, and now that i work on this side of the law i’d really like to not kill him, so somebody else should take this case.” 

anyways back to work husband secretary satoru. he pulls you out of boring meetings under the guise of an urgency, just for him to admit that the emergency is that he missed you, and you two were gonna be late for your lunch reservation. because he’s actually a licensed attorney, he can actually carry out duties an associate otherwise would, which saves you a lot of time and trouble; and it means that satoru gets to work even more closely with you, which is always an upside for him. sometimes you ask him to hand you documents and instead he just hands you his hand. and then pretends to blush and preen like a schoolgirl which always draws way too much attention to the two of you, but there’s no way to stop him either. he takes your coat off of your shoulders when you arrive in the morning, and helps you put it back on in the evening. when you tell him you’re looking for an apartment closer to the firm, he has eight places lined up for viewing, and one surprise at the end which happens to be the other vacant penthouse suite in his apartment building; which, conveniently, would make you satoru’s neighbor. he claims that it’ll be just like in college, but it certainly doesn’t feel that way when you finally move in and satoru can now loudly and proudly proclaim, “see you at home!” in the halls at work now. 

[bryhoney]

Recognisance pt.2

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TW: Torture, Kidnapping, Drugging

This is shaping up to be looonggg.

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The control room is a hive of activity; Men and women speaking frantically to one another as they crowd around screens. There are people running messages back and forth across the base, each one seemingly vital for the Federation's continued success. 

You find yourself standing alone, staring up at one of the boards in the command centre that is regularly updated with anything even remotely related to the Ghosts. It's dedicated to the most recent images and reports of the task force, some of the notes tacked onto the wall are just simple descriptors. 

It always takes you a second to muster up the courage to look at the board. It's Gabriel's shrine to them, and recently you'd adopted his mission; To understand these men to the best of your ability and hunt them down. You know you should hate them, fear them after what they did to you. But the memories of your time with them were mostly in the dark, their faces were blurry and secondary to the pain they inflicted. 

You'd read every file that Gabriel gave you regarding the ghosts. Most of them were heavily redacted or had large portions missing, individual pages torn away from the document. You had thought that going over these files would jog something in your memory, but as of yet, nothing. As such, you must have read every piece of information on the board in front of you several times over, you've made it a ritual since being allowed back to work. 

You recite the information silently. 

Two of the Ghosts are brothers, the Walkers. There was a third Walker amongst the Ghosts, Elias Walker, but Gabriel had killed him over two years ago. They -

They're ------. 

"----! You're school re----, your brot--- --- -----! -----! Leave h-- -l---" It's a voice you recognise, but from where? An older voice-

You turn to the other images, Merrick and Keegan. 

"Look at ---"

You're kissing someone, holding their head against the crook of your neck. You hear them whisper "mine," before you feel his teeth move against- it's that deep gravelly voice, it's-?

You audibly gasp at the memory and quickly cover your mouth, shaking the thought away. Inappropriate, incomplete. Shut up. 

Looking back towards the board, you take a shaky breath. These men hurt you and took everything from you and yet you hardly even remember them. A part of you worries about what damage it'll do to remember everything they inflicted upon you. 

"Oh ---" is it your name? A callsign? It's fuzzy and sounds-?

Your head is pounding. 

"NO! -----! I'll kill you! LOGAN! LO-"  It's another male voice, do you know who it is? It sounds so far away and yet...

Your feet are bleeding but you stalk forwards anyway.

Your feet are bleeding. 

You know that name, you know that voice. 

"Logan!" you're screaming, you can hear the panic in your voice.  

Your eyes flit upwards, towards the pictures of the Ghosts. 

LOGAN WALKER - M - 2001

Oh God. 

Your heart sinks and suddenly you dread the idea of remembering. You hate that one of the Ghosts is now more than a name on the wall. You suppress a sob, steeling yourself momentarily before moving towards Gabriel and the commanding officer. Despite being engrossed in their conversation, Gabriel must sense your discomfort as his hand moves to hover over the small of your back. His eyes never leave the man in front of him. 

Had you hurt Logan Walker? Is that why the Ghosts wanted you? The man's voice was furious, sincere, and threatening.

"Did you get that?" Gabriel asks, disturbing your train of thought. 

You shake your head, "I-" 

"There's been a sighting of them, New Mexico, we'll be flying out towards the border in three days, you're with me," he repeats. His tone is hard and unwavering, you know better than to argue but you can hardly help yourself. 

"With-? I don't have any field training, Sir," you stutter, taken aback at his proposition. Rorke was a man who almost exclusively lured his prey on foot, out in the open. He had told you that you were involved in the intelligence-based side of operations once upon a time. 

Rage. Blinding rage. You had shrugged your water-logged shoes off, stalking quickly towards the broad back in front of you. You held your knife tightly in your hand. You had the singular goal of eviscerating and killing -----. In the last few feet you launched -- ----- and -- -o---- --"

The memory is interrupted as Gabriel laughs, "Oh, don't you worry, we just want 'em to see you". 

It's dark. It's always dark. 

Someone had drugged you, you kept repeating this under your breath, trying to remind yourself that the shadows and noises you can hear moving around in the room aren't real. They're just hallucinations. 

Not real. Don't look at them. 

It becomes harder to ignore the bright eyes that blink at you from across the room sporadically. Figures would move in front of you, at inhuman speed. They weren't real. They weren't real.

You yell into the abyss, "Hey! I can see you! You're not real! You. Are. Not. REAL!" your voice is hoarse. It hurts to scream but you do so anyway.

Your chair spins and suddenly you're face-to-face with a skull.

No. A man wearing one of the Ghost masks. You couldn't make out which one they were. The stains on the mask were moving and shifting.

He grips your face hard between his gloved fingers, his voice sounds warbled and is almost static-y in quality. Colours shift around him as he moves, creeping into the holes of his mask. It's beautiful and terrifying all at once. 

Which one was he? 

His voice is cruel, "I'm real though, ain't I?" A hand creeps over your shoulder, digging into your skin before vanishing in the next second. You flinch at the sensation and the hand holding your jaw tightens. 

"AIN'T I?" He yells against the shell of your ear, a scream erupts from your chest. Your bones are shattering and knitting themselves together all at once. His voice is underwater and it's drowning you. 

The air around you splinters into blinding flashes. You're blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the onslaught of light.

"Yes. You're real, you're real," you whisper, trying to draw all the air you can into your lungs. Your broken ribs prevent a full inhale. 

He's behind you, you hadn't seen him move. His mouth pressed against the shell of your ear and you sob at the sensation. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he whispers, the vibrations are needles of sound that pierce you, "are you afraid of the Ghosts now?"

You hear his laugh echo around the room, as a knife carves its way through the flesh of your sternum.

You hear someone screaming, it sounds like you. 

You wake up screaming, drenched in sweat. You launch yourself across the room and hit the wall hard, scrambling for purchase. You crumple to the floor, sobbing into the darkness as you rapidly assess the room around you. You're not in the hole. You're not back with the Ghosts. 

You're safe. You are safe. Safe.

Your hands come up to your chest, checking for open wounds but all that remains are the silvery, raised scars. It's the middle of the night, you've likely woken someone up. 

Your door crashes open and you throw yourself backwards once again, sliding across the wall. A cry leaves you and you hate how pathetic you sound. 

"It's okay, I've got you, baby. Daddy's always got you," your heart ached, your dad loved you. 

You wanted your Dad. You wanted to go home. You wanted to remember.

Gabriel stands in front of you for a moment before rushing to your side, assessing you. 

"Ssh. Ssh, I've got you" he whispers, pulling you towards him and you finally break, crying into his arms. Your hands rush to cover your face, legs tucking themselves closer to your body. 

"What did you see?" His voice is soothing, he runs a hand over your head, holding you close to him. 

"It was them - I was back in the room with-" You're sobbing freely, grateful he's here. 

"I know, I know. You're safe now. You're with me" He easily lifts you and places you gently on the bed, tucking you under the covers as he continues to hold you. 

You're uncomfortably warm in his embrace but for once, you're being held tenderly. Whilst your time in the hole isn't always clear, you can always remember the pain. 

That's how you fell asleep that night, in Gabriel's arms. 

You don't dream again for the rest of the evening. 

—

You’re terrified to be in the air, to be flying towards the conflict. Towards the ghosts. 

You’re doing all you can to not physically shake at the thought. You want to lash out and scream at Gabriel and yet you're relying on him to get you through this. How could he do this to you? He knew what this must be costing you, but he trusted you and saw your value. 

Fuck. 

“Sir, 10 minutes out” the pilot states across the comms. 

You might see them in just ten minutes and you hate how vulnerable you feel. You're absently thumbing at the sleeves of your dress, some thin grey thing that went passed your ankles. The rest of the team were in their uniforms, armed to the teeth whilst you sat there idly, entirely dependent upon them to protect you. Gabriel had disarmed you, made you weak. 

He argued that you were there for intel and behind-the-scenes work, so civilian clothes were appropriate. You wished that this was the only reason he'd given you, he'd gone on to explain that you were going to be used to draw them out. Gabriel wanted to entice them to act irrationally, apparently, they were furious you had gotten away from them. He was going to lure them out, and you didn't need weapons for that. 

You weren’t sure why he thought you’d be that important to them, or why they’d go against all their training to take you and Gabe down. But you trusted him, he was the Ghost Hunter, the best of the best. 

He was also your commanding officer. So, what he said was law. 

—

The landing pad was out in the open, in front of the base that overlooked the dry mountainous region it was nestled within. Gabriel wouldn’t tell you anything, not why he thought they might be overlooking the base at that time, why he didn’t want to engage with them face to face. How was he so sure they'd see you as you alighted the helicopter? How could he be so blase about the situation? They might just decide to fire some RPG as soon as you ste-

Shut up. 

You suppress a yelp as the helo touches down, taking Gabriel's hand as you move to step off the aircraft. Your stomach turns as his hands move to your waist to help you down.

Your dress whips around your ankles as the helo thrums back to full power, taking off almost immediately after the last soldier's boot touches down. 

“Dad’ll kill you – he catches you —eaking out – meet some b—-. Let al—- if Hes- ca—-- you —. You’re still the ba—-. Quick! Go– I’ll co—-” A kind voice, muffled still but there was laughing, smiles, comradery. Your teenage years? Your brother? Your father? 

You had a brother?

A family? Why couldn't-

You didn’t like how frequently these memories were coming back, how they were less fragmented and easier to understand. What else would come back-?

Before you could properly dissect the new memory, Gabriel had a hand on your shoulder, urging you to duck slightly as the helo took off. He began leading you to some of the men who’d been waiting for your arrival. They were smartly dressed and flanked by men on both sides. 

“Higher!” It was your voice, happy, laughing, young.

“You’ll fall!” A boy laughed at you, his voice deeper, older. 

“I’ll catch you!” another boy, younger, arms raised. 

The sun is in your eyes. 

You shook your head, dispelling the tears that rose to your eyes and you greeted the men alongside Gabriel. His hand had slid from your shoulder to your lower back.  

You smiled and nodded politely, thoughts torn between piecing together the revelation that you had a brother, someone else who called the same man, “Dad” and the uncomfortable feeling of Gabriel's hand on you, as though he was all that anchored you to Earth. 

After what felt like a lifetime, you felt yourself being manoeuvred across the landing pad, towards the very edge of the rooftop. It was a sheer drop, this base carved into the side of a mountain. He pushed you until your toes were over the edge, hovering over nothing. Your arms moved to grip him, "Gabriel?" You didn't plead with him to stop, you trusted him. His hands tighten their hold on you. 

You trusted him. You trusted him? 

“One of us” 

His voice was low as he whispered, “Can you feel them?”

“What?” you whispered, unable to understand his meaning. You felt completely out of your depth and terrified of the drop in front of you. 

“They’re out there, can’t you feel their eyes on you?” His hold tightens even further before he leans forward, over the edge. Your heart plummets and you gasp at the sight, whipping your head skywards, as though you could counterbalance him. You were leaning over a drop of at least 10 floors. It wasn’t his actions that terrified you though. 

He’s talking about the Ghosts. He was saying they were right there, watching you. 

“Sir, please - what if-” your heart rate is frantic. You were out in the open. They were out there. Watching you. 

“You’re good, they ain’t gonna shoot us out here, they’ll want to get closer for that”. His voice reverberating from your collarbone where his chin was resting. It was inappropriate, wrong.

“Only I get to —-” a hand was around your throat, his mouth was- 

He laughs at your breathy inhale, slapping his arm onto your shoulder and roughly turning you back to the compound. His change in demeanour was startling, but you realise that the Gabriel you know at the base and the Gabriel who thrived during the hunt were two very different people. 

He was right though, you could feel their eyes on you.

Next

[autisticcole]

Okay so I've seen the theory that Davrin has a daughter/little sister that he cares for due to the girl that shows up in one of his scenes in the trailer and I present to you:

What if his personal quest ends in having to choose between the girl's life, and Assan's, Davrin's duty as a father/big brother vs his duty as a Grey Warden.

And it would even be a book end/parallel to Dragon Age Origins, specifically Ser Jory who had a pregnant wife back home, and that was likely one of the reasons he backed out of becoming a warden.

[gazspookiebear]

Ghost x gn reader

Here, have some platonic fluff. I just had the worst milkshake and I can still taste it- to be fair, I was warned

It all started with a craving. The desire, no, need for a milkshake was getting to you, but you didn't have any regular ice cream.

Ghost stood behind you in the kitchen as you checked the freezer, again.

"I wonder if a banana mint chocolate chip milkshake would be any good?" you wonder out loud.

"Sounds horrible. Wouldn't recommend it, love. I'll get some vanilla ice cream tomorrow and we can make a milkshake then," he says, leaning against the counter.

You glare playfully at him in response, not willing to back down just yet. "C'mon, don't knock it 'till you try it! You're such a hater," you huff.

Too tired to argue, Ghost rolls his eyes at you. "Alright, you win. We'll make the bloody milkshake." He sighs in defeat.

Gleefully, you grab the pint of mint chocolate ice cream, milk, and bananas. In hindsight, it was a horrible combination.

With the monstrosity successfully created, you pour a glass for yourself. You glance at Ghost, who is giving you some serious side eye right now.

"Want some?" You offer.

"I'd rather not," he says bluntly. That doesn't stop him from grabbing a mug and pouring himself just a little bit of it.

He raises the bottom half of his mask to take a sip. He immediately regrets the decision, a small grimace flashing across his face.

You take a sip as well.

It's bad. Worse than you thought. It smells strange and tastes worse- not that you'd ever admit it to Ghost.

"It's not that bad." You sigh, glancing at Ghost's reaction. "Like I said, you're just a hater!"

He raises an eyebrow at you. "It's all yours, love. I'm not gonna fight you for it." He lifts his hands in mock surrender.

Later, you're both sitting on the couch. You convinced him to watch the barbie moving with you, not that he was particularly paying attention to it.

You sigh, and he looks over at you.

"Somethin' the matter?" He grunts.

"It's the fucking milkshake! I can still taste it! It was awful, why did you let me drink that?" you rant at him, feigning annoyance.

He crosses his arms at you and gives you an 'I told you so' look.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he chuckles.

The next day, you're much happier after having a normal milkshake with vanilla ice cream.

[cowgurrrl]

Hi! I love your writing. Ok so I was thinking about her chapter in baby Miller story, maybe baby Miller gets sick, nothing serious of course but it really shakes Joel up because, ya know trauma. All the feels please.

Oooooo I absolutely love this idea

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: hello this ended up being so much more sad that I thought it was gonna be

Summary: “Yes, there is a place / where someone / loves you both before / and after they learn what you are.” Neil Hilborn, “Lake”, The Future [1.2k]

Warnings: mentions of deceased children and past relationships, PTSD, anxiety, Charlie girl has a cold (also Charlie is like 3-4 months in this so she’s still just a squish)

Joel is missing from his side of the bed when you reach for him, feeling his cold pillow instead of his chest. You jolt up and look around the room for any sign of him. His wedding band is still on the bedside table, and his shoes are still by the door, but there's no other indication that he's in the house. Panic settles over your bones as you stand up, throw the blankets off you, and walk down the hallway. You peek your head into Ellie's room first. Maybe she had a nightmare, and Joel fell asleep trying to calm her down, but she's alone and sleeping soundly. You look into Charlie's nursery and let out a relieved sigh when you see him sitting on the floor next to her crib. He doesn't look away from her sleeping form as you stand there, trying to regulate your heartbeat. 

There's no evidence of a massive blowout or a half-asleep attempt at feeding her a bottle. The rocking chair is undisturbed, and it doesn't even look like she's been shifted much from how you laid her to sleep. Still, he's sitting there with a hand on her back, watching her little chest move up and down. You don't enter the sacred space yet. Instead, you just watch them. 

Charlie's had a cold the past few days, and you knew kids got sick. You knew it wasn't your fault, and things like this happen. You knew it was part of growing up, socializing, and building her immune system. What you didn't know was how fucking terrifying it is when your baby gets sick after your kid has died. The second she got a fever, you rushed her to the hospital and cried the entire time the doctor examined her. Joel wasn't any better, fighting tears and anger at himself for letting her get sick but doing his best to keep it together for you. The doctor said it was nothing serious and gave you some antibiotics to give her, but that didn't stop you both from spiraling. That's probably why he's sitting on the cold floor of his daughter's nursery in the middle of the night.

Your heart aches at the worried, gentle look on his face. The man known for his brutality and hardness has melted into this soft, anxious, tender father in no time. You wish he could see himself this way, sitting in the soft light of his baby daughter's room just to measure her breaths. You finally let your feet carry you to where he's seated, careful not to make any sudden noise that could scare them, and sit down across from him. You let your tired body rest against her crib and listen to her light snoring. Joel takes a shaky breath, and you place a hand on his knee, looking into those sad brown eyes.

"She's okay," you whisper, watching his eyes fill his tears. He shakes his head and clenches his jaw. "Joel, look at her. She's breathing. She's safe. She's okay," He wipes a stray tear and rubs his thumb over her little shoulder blades. She smiles in her sleep at the movement, making his lips pull too. You trace delicate patterns into his skin and watch him take deep breaths to calm down. "She's right there. She's not going anywhere."

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't," you shake your head. He takes your hand and squeezes like he's trying to convince himself that you're real. "Don't apologize. I know." 

"I'm so fuckin' scared." He whispers. You scoot close enough for your knees to touch and hold his hand with both of yours, kissing it. 

"It's just a cold. She doesn't have a fever anymore. She's gonna be okay."

"'S not just that. I don't... I don't know how to do this," he stumbles through his words, and you wait him out. You know to let him sort through his thoughts before he thinks, that beautiful mind of his trying to string together millions of ideas. "I keep waiting for somethin' to happen or somethin' to take her away, and I'm so scared that I'm gonna be too slow or too fuckin' deaf to stop it. I don't know how to keep her safe. I don't know how to do this after Sarah." He says, tears glistening in his eyes again.

"Honey, you're the best dad. Are you kidding me? You got out of bed to sit on her floor to make sure she was breathing. You're the first one up every time she even fusses. You're there every step of the way, and not just for her but for all of us. She adores you. I adore you," you say, holding his hand to your chest so he can feel your heartbeat. "You were meant to be these girls' dad, and they are so fucking lucky to have you. Sarah was so lucky to have you, and I know," your voice catches in your throat. "I know this is scary and way fucking harder than we thought it was gonna be. I know you're terrified because I'm terrified too, but we are more than capable of doing this because we're a team. You're my team, okay?" It feels like you're begging. The way you're clinging to him like you're trying to convince him to stay is all too familiar, and you're doing your best to keep yourself from crying. Joel notices and presses his forehead to yours, squeezing your hand.

No words need to be spoken as you sit together. Maybe that's the beauty of your relationship. He knows you feel the weight of Jane's body every time you pick Charlie up. You know he listens for her breaths because he heard Sarah's last. He knows you will always check for Ellie first because she was left in David's hands the first time you didn't. You know he sticks so close to Tommy on patrol because he watched a man shoot his brother. He knows you drive yourself crazy trying to be the perfect mother and partner because you weren't good enough to make Jane's dad stay. You know he does the same because he wasn't good enough to make Sarah's mom stay. You understand each other in a way you've never understood anyone else.

"You're my team," he echoes, and you nod. Tears fall from your eyes, and he lets go of you to wipe them away. "I'm not goin' anywhere. I'm right here, okay? I'm here with you, baby. I know." He kisses you, and you can taste his tears. 

Nothing can ever bring your daughters back to you. You can't go back and change anything. You can't stop the bomb from going off or the bullet from firing. All you can do is remember and cry when you get the tiniest slice of them back and keep living despite it all. And this. You can wrap yourself in each other and the beauty of being known by the people you love. So, when Ellie finds you two sleeping on Charlie's floor in the morning, she doesn't say anything. She doesn't try to wake you up or force you away from each other. Instead, she wraps a blanket over you and leaves, knowing what brought you there in the first place. 

[oh the joy and sadness that comes with being known]

[liquidstar]

crazy take: aside from actual lesbian romance stories, obviously, nothing passes the bechdel test better than moe "cute girls doing cute things" anime. its always just a group of girls, few to no named male characters, boys and dating are hardly ever brought up beyond the abstract, if at all. like we're focusing on the girls hanging out rn, we dont need to worry abt that shit. mugi just ate mio's strawberry.

[irishmammonagenda]

"Mams...you okay?" You grin tiredly and teasingly ask your First Man, who is currently in the process of tearing up, his lips wobbling silently as he attempts to keep it in.

He looks up at you from where you lay exhausted in the hospital bed, attempting to blink back his tears. "Oh aye..." He replies shakily. "I-...I've never bin 'appier....Y-you should g-get some sleep...MC...get yer strength back..."

You grin stupidly at him, eyes closing sleepily as he watches you from the seat beside your bed, his attention drifts to you and his eyes water even more, the sheer lightness of the small weight in his arms making him dizzy as he leans further back into the armchair.

He looks down at the sleeping newborn in his arms. His baby girl. Her little yellow hat sitting perfectly on her little tiny head. He's sure she could fit on just on of his hands.

His bottom lip trembles, heart so full of love for the tiny thing in his arms it feels like it might burst. He holds her to his chest, bringing one finger up to gently caress her tiny tiny cheek. He sniffles, holding back happy sobs as he whispers gently. "Hiya little baby....I'm yer papa....I'm gonna take well great care of ye...I-I..I promise...Íosa Críost...yer tiny..."

Mammon looks over to your sleeping form in the hospital bed and slowly inches his chair even closer to you, so as not to jostle your daughter too much. He grabs his phone off of the nightstand and makes an order for your favourite food to be delivered for when you woke up. He chuckles softly as he texts the groupchat, telling them that you and the baby are okay.(albeit slowly seeing as he's only able to use one hand)

He asks for Lucifer to send over the cake he made with the horrible icing saying 'Congradulation COngratulations, MC, Your You're so amazing' so he could celebrate with you when you woke up from your much deserved nap. He turns off his phone and sets it back on the bedside table next to yours which is charging.

He could celebrate with you after, you could laugh at how he looked like a deer in headlights when the nurse asked him if he wanted to hold his baby for the first time. He could spoil you more than he ever has before (which isn't humanly possible considering how much he spoils you.)

But that could all wait for when you woke up, right now he was content just watching over his favouritest girls in the whole wide world, making sure you were both safe and sound.

But you should never trust a scheming scumbag, MC.

Oh no, fuckhead was already coming up with plans to spoil your daughter silly. That was his little princess, God dammit! She deserved the three worlds combined! And even then she deserved more! And don't get him started on you, you weren't going to even think about doing chores for at least 6 months. You just preformed a miracle. You get rest time. No buts.

In the softening light of the sun through the windows, Mammon holds your baby girl with so much gentleness, as if she'd crack at the smallest touch, his loving gaze flickers from you to her with so much tenderness, you would've thought he was an angel.

[saitamastamaticsoup]

Not to be dramatic but since hiori is blasian in canon I need black x readers asap🗣️ like we are DEF not getting any cultural background on this kid (because they just slid it in there like we weren’t gonna recognize in the first place)not that we have any background on any of these children’s parents but I think he should explain how he feels being mixed in Japan because it’s just really funny having these two in the exact same anime, and they are both black 

This is ABSOLUTELY hilarious 😭

Edit: so I’ve noticed a pattern of EVERY character looking like their mother and barely sharing any resemblance to their fathers so ig he gets a pass for being pale BUT there’s even more melaninated characters so let’s give him some sun too!!🥺

Respectfully; come the fuck on

[teecupangel]

desmond, in the grey: my dad did WHAT?!

basim, live watching the events of william bastard’s conception: this is too much for me to handle 🧍🏼💀

Connected to The William Miles Gets A Woman Knocked Up Grieving Desmond’s Death idea (and its minisequel) and the Statistically speaking she would be 30~40 years younger than him.

He appeared before Basim out of the blue. Basim didn’t even know who he was or when he had appeared. Yggdrasil’s prison kept him stationary and the Norns weren’t really programmed to try and mimic human behavior enough to keep a conversation going.

So the sudden appearance of a figure clad in the light of their devices was a welcomed sight.

Basim didn’t really mind that said figure had hijacked the Norns, connecting their processing power to his own place in the Gray.

Basim didn’t even know where in the Gray he resided, only that the figure had more access to the Calculations than Yggdrassil and the Norns had.

Basim did realize that he wasn’t there for the Norns’ access to the Calculations.

He was there to make the Norns process the might influx of information coming from the Calculations, using them to build his own processing unit catered to his specific need.

“You wish to find a future where the ‘Catastrophe Singularity’ does not occur?” Basim asked curiously as he watched the Norns be worked to their bones, feeling no sympathy over them. They were programs given human-like forms to make it easier to talk to them.

The figure did not acknowledge him and Basim continued to speak anyway, walking towards the stump that was slowly turning into a tree made of golden light, “I’ll be able to help you. I know quite a lot about the Calculations. Not as much as the Capitoline Triad, I admit, but being imprisoned here did leave me with no other avenue of entertainment other than-”

The moment he touched the stump, the Norns glitched around them and a large piece shatter from the stump, slowly floating to his eye level. Basim took a step back as he said, “I apologize, I did not mean to-”

The loud moan coming from the shard caught him off-guard, making him frown.

“Verdandi.” The form ordered and Basim felt like he recognize his voice but cannot remember where.

“January 21, 2013. Portland Oregon.” Verdandi answered immediately.

Basim blinked.

“Oh, Bill! Yes, oh fu-”

Basim glanced at the glowing form staring at him before saying, “A recap would be appreciated, Urd.”

“William Miles, drowning in guilt over the death of his son, the chosen one Desmond Miles, and the finality of his divorce, is now having a one-night stand with a descendant of Basim Ibn Ishaq. This single sexual encounter will lead to the conception of the Sage of Aletheia and Loki’s child, Fenrir.”

Basim’s eyes widened.

His son?

His son’s Sage?

How was that-

The glowing figure disappeared and Basim stared at the empty space he used to stand on.

“Not a very polite guest, is he?” Basim commented, ignoring the moans coming from both his descendant and some man named William Miles. Basim sighed and turned to look at Urd as he ordered, “Send me all important data concerning William Miles.”

Time was hard to grasp in the Gray so the most accurate way to explain what happened is was…

After an unknown time have passed, Basim absolutely regretted reading the report Urd compiled about William Miles.

[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

42-Ice Cream and Little Brothers

Mr. Wayne had asked you kindly that since most of the family was out of town or otherwise preoccupied if you would pick up Damian from school. Of course, you had no problem with it. It was simple to pick up the kid and then drop him off at home, maybe chilling around the manor while you ate their expensive snacks. Something you were more than willing to do. 

When you told Jason, who was in Bludhaven with Dick, during your usual evening phone call, he laughed and said, “Good luck with him, babe. The league brought him up.” Before you could even ask what the hell he meant, he hung up the phone. 

So, you tried not to worry about it. You pulled up to Gotham Academy with pure ignorance of most things about the little boy.

Damian strolled right up to your window and knocked on it, scaring the living daylights out of you since you were distracted by your phone. He pointed to roll the window down, and you did. 

“Damian, get in,” You said. 

“How do I know you’re really you,” He said. He sounded too serious to be joking. 

You rolled your eyes before grabbing your wallet from the passenger seat to hand him your driver’s license. Damian squinted at it before handing it back. 

“Sufficient enough. Just know, if you are a clone, I can kill you.”

“So can a really angry chicken, you’re not special. Get in.” You snickered as he stuck out his tongue, but rounded your car nonetheless. When he got in, he was quiet for too long. 

“How was school?” You asked to cut through the awkward silence. 

“It was fine.” He talked like a robot sometimes, like he was always on a mission. “I know most of the subjects anyway.”

You smiled at him. “Always knew you were a smart kid. I can tell just by looking at ya.”

He just awkwardly mumbled thanks before looking forward with such intense concentration that you were sure it was something he had to do before when not spoken to. Jason had mentioned that growing up with the League of Assassins could fuck up just about anyone. Damian was a bit odd, you noted that much, but nothing that couldn’t be written off as just normal middle school kid cringe. 

“You know,” You started. “Jason said you did really well on your latest exam.”

That seemed to catch his attention. Damian’s eyes broke their concentration and he looked at you with slightly wide eyes. He was surprised. “He did?”

“Yup, he talks about you a lot more than you think, kid. That’s why we’re going to get ice cream.” You pulled a u-turn, making Damian yelp in surprise. 

You giggled as Damian insisted that he didn’t need such a childish gift. You, on the other hand, we more insistent on the fact that he did need ice cream simply based on the fact that he deserved it for passing his exam. He continued his protests until the two of you were at the register buying your ice creams. 

“So you’re a chocolate kind of kid, huh?” You asked. “And here I pegged you for a rocky road kid.”

“I thought you liked strawberries.” He pointed out with a ghost of a smile. 

“Guess we surprised each other,” You said as you got into the car. 

Before you could start the engine, Damian said, “I didn’t think Todd really talked about me at all.”

You were quiet as he thought about the times Jason brought up Damian. He mostly talked about the fucked up way the kid was brought up, like a little soldier right out of the tube. Jason could understand the league in ways some of the other members of his family, save for Damian, couldn’t. They didn’t care, the League of Assasins was made for one thing, and that was to kill. Having feelings would only get in the way of that. 

“He does. I think he understands you more than you think.” You then giggled. “And why shouldn’t he? You’re a pretty good kid.”

“Pretty good?” Damian sounded almost offended. 

You chuckled. “I mean, you did lowkey threaten to kill me.”

Damian poked at his ice cream with the spoon as a frown on his face appeared. Quietly, he said, “Sorry.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it, honeybun. You’re too cute to be mad at.”

“I’m not cute.”

You smiled as you started the car. “I’m only relaying information your brother told me. And he says you’re adorable.”

Damian narrowed his eyes, but the smile on his gave him away. You were happy about it. 

Jason, on the other hand, was not. After he returned, he visited the manor where you then received a very funny text. 

You told this little monster I thought he was adorable?? Babe, you betrayed me 🙁

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Imagine your siblings child referring your F/O as their Uncle/Aunt because you two have been together so long !!

You've been together practically their whole lives, whether your F/O is good with/likes kids, they were always around when you babysat (Because you live together. Maybe they were helping you with your niece/nephew! Maybe they were just watching TV in the same room and got dinner ready so you could continue keeping an eye on the baby. Maybe they hid away in your shared bedroom the whole time but the child always knew they were there), they maybe even went to family gatherings with you!- they have just been a constant in your niece/nephews life. Just like you.

In this kids mind, you and your F/O are a package deal.

[jasontoddstherapist]

PSA |

Yes this is a Jason Peter Todd centric blog, but it's also 100% supportive of Talia al Ghul. There will be no slander here. No perpetuating of the racist, misogynistic bullshit that drove the narrative divebomb of her character.