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orionremastered · 4 months

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Damian Wayne x Paramedic!Reader

Soulmate AU

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

CW: Poisoning, respiratory failure (just another Tuesday in Gotham)

When you were born, your parents were eager to see the first words of your soulmate written on your left forearm. You were woken from your sleep, wrapped in a soft blanket, when your mother gently took out your arm from the fluffy fabric.

Yet when she saw the words- no, word, singular- she paled. Your father leaned over and froze to a statue. Written on your wrist was;

Poison.

Yet your family's reaction wasn't even comparable to the confusion felt by the Al Ghul's in Nanda Parbat. When Talia read the words on her son's forearm, she could feel her heart stop for a moment.

You need to breathe.

The first words that the soulmate of Damian- the next Demon Head, next leader of the League of Assassins and the most intimidating and highly-trained man on Earth- would ever say to him shook Talia and Ra's to their core.

And once Damian was old enough to know what it meant, it shook him too.

Twenty Two Years Later...

The day started out as normal; you say hello to Harper, your partner in your ambulance unit, handing him a coffee before getting into the ambulance for a long twelve hour day shift, the day after Halloween.

"I don't want to be here," Harper says immediately.

"Neither," you reply before you pull out of the station and out into the street.

Not two seconds later, a beep sounds and Harper reads from the computer beside him; "Twenty-two year old male has collapsed and is struggling to breathe. Wayne Tower building on the top floor- that elevator better be in service or you're crashing this ambulance into a brick wall."

You snort, flicking on lights and sirens due to the nature of the incident and speed off towards the tower. You don't even need directions; the building looms over the entire city like a god and is a beacon of wealth- something two underpaid paramedics definitely do not have.

Arriving on scene and parking the ambulance hastily so that the back doors opened right next to the entrance, the two of you pull out the stretcher and rush into the building, many thoughts filling your mind as you reach the elevator- luckily in service- and hit the button for the top floor.

What could it be? Countless nights spent studying rather than sleeping fill your head as you sort through knowledge.

The elevator seemed to take forever, and maybe it did- this tower is extremely tall after all. You and Harper exchange glances just before the doors open.

Moving swiftly to the meeting room, full of businessmen in suits, your gazes are immediately drawn to the man on the floor.

Damian Wayne. Probably one of the few people who never needs to introduce himself.

He's not just struggling to breathe; you reckon he's paralyzed, too. Something sours in your gut as you crouch behind his head, Harper at his feet.

The Wayne's eyes lock onto yours as he takes in a raspy breath. "Poison," he chokes out. The words don't register just yet as the two of you lift him up from the floor and onto the stretcher.

"You need to breathe," you chide, and swear his eyes widen the slightest fraction. Harper straps him to the stretcher before giving you a nod. The only other person more famous than Damian follows you when you and Harper walk out with the stretcher. Bruce Wayne.

The elevator ride seems even slower going down. Bruce grips the side of the stretcher, knuckles white as Damian fights for each breath he wishes to take. But every second or so, Bruce's gaze flicks to you and makes you prickle with unease. Soon you realise Harper is doing the same thing.

Why- It hits you like a semi truck hitting a motorcyclist without a helmet on a highway. Damian Wayne's first word to you was 'poison', the same as it is written on your forearm.

The elevator dings and the door slides open. When you finally get him into the ambulance, Harper tosses you the keys without a word and settles beside the stretcher in the back, Bruce beside him.

You'll thank Harper later; right now, you need to get your soulmate to hospital.

"You should go check on him," Harper says at the end of your shift after handing the keys to the next crew. The two of you walk to the parking lot, tired and still processing the things you've seen. "Like, now. You've been angsty all shift."

"How can I not be?" you sigh. "Yeah, I guess I will, then. See you in two days."

Getting in your car, you pull out the parking lot and out into Gotham. The sky's getting dark- or darker- and the traffic is thinning. No one wants to be out at night, especially first responders. Yet instead of going straight home like normal, you drive to Gotham General Hospital.

The lady at the front desk frowns slightly when you ask for Damian Wayne. It's understandable; you're practically a nobody yet you're one of the most important people in the city.

"You are not immediate family or friends," the nurse says after a long back and forth. You bit your lip to stop yourself from saying anything you'll regret, but then again, she's a nurse. Nurses and paramedics don't get along.

"She's allowed," a low voice says from the hallway. Bruce Wayne, now changed into more comfortable clothing, looks almost as tired as you. Almost. He beckons for you to follow, leaving the nurse at the front desk flustered.

Damian's ward is private and more... luxury, if that's even a word used in the sense of hospitals. He's still asleep, and you find yourself checking his vitals with a glance. Not too bad, all things considered. He's definitely breathing better.

A weight lifts from you chest as you take a seat beside his bed. Bruce sits beside you in almost a casual way, yet you couldn't be further apart.

"What was it?" you say after a long moment of silence.

"Pardon?"

"The poison. He said it was poison."

"... right. It was curare," Bruce responds, rubbing his eyes. "Someone poisoned him with curare."

The only question left to answer now was who.

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barcaatthemoon · 2 months

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tiny prancer || alanna kennedy x reader ||

you talk to alanna about your feelings after watching her play with harper.

"higher! higher!" your eyes drifted away from the interviewer once again as you heard harper's shrill shrieks of delight. she had been devastated whenever she saw you on the pitch, but had been immediately told that you were busy by gorry. luckily, alanna had swooped right in and picked the girl up before her pout could dissolve into a fit of tears. and now, you were swooning while trying to complete your media stuff for the day.

"sorry, sorry. this has been a hard comeback, but i'm grateful for my manchester family. i'd hate to give united their props, but those girls have also been so supportive. for our rivalry to be put aside, it means a lot. i'm very thankful for so many of my fellow players in the league from teams all over the country," you said. it was a good answer, one that people could tell came from the heart.

you had been away for nearly a year after a huge injury and bigger setback. it had truly been a freak accident, your knee giving out on you and the subsequent fall breaking your leg as you fell. there hadn't been any dirty tackles, and aside from alanna, the first person who had been at your side had been a manchester united player. some of those girls had really become some of your best friends when you needed a break from your teammates.

"well, everybody is excited to see you come back on the pitch this weekend. it has been overdue, and if the practice footage from this week is anything to go by, you're definitely in top form." you thanked the interviewer for their kind words before both of you were dismissed. almost immediately, you turned and jogged over to where alanna and harper were playing.

"do you have room for one more?" you asked. as into playing with alanna harper had been, she was quick to go to you. it had been hard for you not being able to play, but still going to practices over the course of the year, and harper was a big part of that. gorry had joked that you and alanna were like her other mothers, something that had always caused alanna to tense up a bit. although, you had noticed that she had seemed more okay with the joke, occasionally having a longing look on her face for the next week or so.

"of course we do, don't we harper? we always have room for prancer, don't we?" you rolled your eyes at the nickname alanna had not-so lovingly given you back at youth camp in australia. truthfully, the two of you had legitimately hated each other a little bit back then, but both of you had done a lot of growing up since then.

"we love prancer," harper said. you knew that she had probably been working on that for a while. harper had never called you that without alanna being directly beside her. alanna nudged her side, and harper stood up to give you a hug. "do you get to play at the game?"

"i do for a little bit, so i can't sit with you on the bench at first, but they don't want to hurt me again, so i'll probably be there for the second half," you told her. harper pouted a little, but she understood. there had been several long talks about you going back on the pitch where you belonged.

harper wordlessly handed you a doll to play with, explaining much better than alanna tried to what was happening. that game didn't last very long due to alanna's antsiness. the three of you played a game of tag, which ended with alanna and harper ganging up on you. alanna picked you up in her arms, gently placing you on the ground where she peppered your face and neck in kisses while harper tickled at your sides until gorry came to get her.

"i was nervous when we got here," you admitted. alanna knew it already, but you had been stubborn in insisting that you were fine. "everybody always says they can't wait for someone else to make their return, but i know what they weren't saying."

"don't think about it like that, okay? think about other things like how harper and i kicked your ass at tag," alanna joked. you punched her in the shoulder, earning you a bite to the thigh. "be nice. if harper sees you being mean to me, she'll think it's okay. i swear that kid loves you more than anybody else sometimes."

"we've become bench buddies, that's all. i bet when we have a kid, they'll love you the most. you'll get to be the fun parents, and i'll have to be strict," you sighed. alanna shot up and stared down at you, a confused, yet hopeful look on her face. "what?"

"what did you say?" alanna asked. you shrugged as you moved up onto your elbows. "you said 'when' not 'if' we have a kid. d-do you want to have kids with me?"

"kids? someone is getting ahead of themselves, but yeah, of course i do. i've been thinking about it, and seeing you with harper confirms it. before you came along and fucked everything up for my little 14 year old self, i was going to accept a promise ring from a boy. who knows how many kids i'd have now?" you said.

"i like the idea of a bunch of little prancers running around, but only if they've got the last name kennedy," alanna said. she leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. you kissed her back, smiling into it a little. "how long have you wanted little kennedy babies?"

"alanna, don't," you tried, but it was too late. she was on something trying to get this out of you. truthfully, it had been before you were even injured, but you knew that you had been lucky then if alanna wanted to admit you were exclusively together at that point. she had fancied herself a player, something that only got worse whenever leila arrived at the club and they became friens.

"come on, i deserve to know. maybe if i've kept you waiting, i'll be sweet," alanna offered. you knew that she would be extremely sweet, but you'd have to get through the annoying phase first.

"fine, the first camp that i said we were together and harper was there. all the girls kept making fun of me because trying to tie you down was still a 'lost cause' or something," you said. alanna did the math in her head. you could tell whenever she had gotten there because a smile broke out on her face. "please don't be an ass about this, okay?"

"you thought i'd be a good parent back then?" alanna asked. you shrugged, unsure of what you had really thought. you just knew that you trusted alanna and wanted to do something special with her. "wow, maybe you really did love me back then too."

"of course i did. alanna, i've never been someone who could sleep with anybody i didn't love." you looked away from her, slightly ashamed of yourself. the girls had teased you a lot about your body count, which was the girl you made yourself fall for to forget about alanna hating you, and alanna herself. they had sort of thought you were joking, especially alanna, until you blew up at them for making fun of you.

"well then, i feel honored to be your person. and as much as i'd love to go to the doctor now and try to get you pregnant, your parents, gorry, and macca would kill me if i did," alanna pointed out. "so, what do we do?"

"let me play this season, and if things don't physically feel right in that way, we can look to starting a family sooner. we don't have to do this any other way than the one we want, remember that." you cradled alanna's face and pressed a kiss to her nose. despite the fact that you wanted a baby then and there, you were fine with waiting until alanna felt more comfortable.

#alanna kennedy x reader #alanna kennedy imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics

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msfantasy-comics · 6 months

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The Perfect Match

Roy Harper x Reader

Summary: A head cannon in which you are Roy’s perfect match.

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Independence

Throughout Roy’s developmental years, he was always treated with excessive handholding, rules and over exertion of authority.

This has led Roy to feel resentful of constraints.

In his former years, Roy relished the freedom and exercising autonomy through the Outlaws.

Roy really appreciates the sense of freedom you give in your relationship.

Roy: “Would you be upset if I cancel our date tonight? Jason’s back in town.”

You were fully dressed up, ready for your hot date.

Y/n: “Nope.”

And you really meant it.

You took advantage of your hot fit and took yourself on a date.

The flexibility you give him is one of the key factors to your loving relationship.

Adventurous Spirit

Given Roy has spent most of his free time training and practicing the art of archery, Roy needs a romantic partner who shares the passion of adventure.

Roy: “Wow… I never seen anyone shoot the ground when the target is only 5 meters away.

Y/n: “I was just testing the bow resistance…”

Roy: “Uh-huh…”

Whilst you may not be the most talented archer or most fit individual. You are always keen to try and participate.

Your enthusiasm to do better is infectious and Roy just loves and appreciates your willingness to try and do better, especially when it comes to his interests.

Y/n: “Roy did you see, did you see?! I hit the outer ring!”

Supportive and Empathetic

Roy has had to endure many hardships throughout his developmental years which has plagued him every so often during his adult hood such as;

Addiction issues - not only does Roy have past entanglements with addictions which leads him to live a clean life. He had developed a critical eye for intentions, as a trusted friend was the cause to his addiction. Now, Roy analyses everything for deeper motivations. That’s just the result of the trauma and it’s a the reality in which you had accept. Whilst it can be insulting and exhausting to be under the microscope, you always speak your mind freely and bluntly.

Relationship dynamic of being in a team - it’s a struggle for Roy to build trust in others due to his past experiences. He has trouble letting people in, but once your in, you most certainly not getting out. You appreciate the value in which Roy holds you and makes you feel extra safe and comfortable knowing that Roy, no matter what, will always be there for you.

Responsibility as a hero - Roy has had to endure the heavy burden of protecting society as nothing more than a well trained human. Society is never short of criticism and Roy is hard on himself enough as it is. This can lead to feeling emotionally and physically strained. Roy cannot handle the criticism of his short comings when it comes to his romantic entanglements too.

Roy: “Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry I missed your birthday party, it’s just, this woman, and her child-“

Y/n: “Roy! I had the best birthday ever! I took lots of photos, so you could see it all when you finished your patrol. But we can do that later, do you want me to draw you a bath? Have you eaten yet?”

Roy: *pant* “aren’t you-“ *pant* “upset with me?”

Y/n: “Don’t be a silly goose, I know you wouldn’t miss anything intentionally, must’ve been really important. We’ve been together for years, think I don’t know you by now?”

Sense of Humor

Even in the hardest of times, it’s at times easier to just have a laugh.

Roy appreciates that you don’t take difficult situations to seriously and just have a laugh with him.

Roy thinks your extra-adorable since you kept notes on his funniest one-liners.

"Some days, I wish I was a firefighter. All you have to worry about is fire."

"We're supposed to be professionals, yet here we are, running around in spandex, talking to ourselves."

"All these costume changes, and I'm still trying to figure out my life."

In a crowd full of hero’s your laughter amongst the dead silence is always appreciated.

#dc imagines #dc x reader #Roy Harper x reader #Roy Harper imagine #Roy x reader #Arsenal x reader #Arsenal imagine #speedy x reader #speedy imagine #red arrow x reader #red arrow imagine #arrowfam x reader #arrowfam

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rose-tinted-glasses671 · 10 months

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Let The Light In pt. 2

Simon "Ghost Riley" x fem reader

word count: 3757

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a/n: yayyyyy! pt. 2 is finally out. After a lot of editing, i'm pretty happy with the final result, and I hope you guys are too. happy reading :)

The smoke from the cigarette billowed out of in front of him, Simon’s nerves relaxing as the nicotine coursed through his veins. This was his one vice that you didn’t like, and especially with the baby on the way, he tried to limit himself as much as he could.

But it was hard sometimes. Most of the time.

The sun peeked up from the horizon and the smell of morning dew wafted over Simon as he took another drag of the cigarette before grinding it out on the ash tray he brought outside.

You looked through the kitchen window, seeing Simon’s broad back to you. He had abruptly woken up while you were getting ready for work and was out of the room before you could ask what was wrong.

You suspected he’d had another nightmare, so you were giving him his space to process it before you went to him. You understood when he needed time to himself, and you didn’t want to smother him. He’d let it be known when he needed you.

Simon stared out at the beautiful array of colors in the sky, contemplating his dream. He had frequent nightmares thanks to his PTSD, but this one was particularly rough. He’d seen visions of Harper, visions he would never wish upon his worst enemy.

Blood, so much blood. Red, red, red. On the walls, on the floor, on his hands. Tears streaking down his face. His little girl’s pleas for help. But he couldn’t do anything. He was utterly helpless.

Simon’s breath grew shaky as he tried to keep his emotions at bay.

He had woken up in a panic at 4:30 am, the visceral nightmare making his breathing choppy. He’d immediately went and checked on Harper, seeing her peacefully asleep in her bed, her chest rising and falling with her soft breaths. His heart calmed at the sight of her safe, but the visions continued to haunt him. Hence the cigarette.

As you gathered your stuff to head to the hospital, Simon walked in through the back door. He looked at you with sleepy yet alert eyes, his hair disheveled from sleep. He walked toward you and you met him halfway, wrapping your arms around his torso in a hug the best you could with your eight months pregnant belly in the way.

“Nightmare?” you questioned, feeling him nod his head as his arms came around you too.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not yet,” Simon replied, his voice gruff. He wasn’t ready to rehash the details.

You reluctantly let go of him, running a soothing hand down his arm.

“I can call in and stay with you,” you offered, wanting to be there in case he needed you. “I have a good excuse since my due date’s coming up.”

But Simon shook his head no, giving you a small, reassuring smile.

“Okay, but you’ll call if you need me?”

“Of course,” he said, appreciating that you didn’t press him on the matter.

You and Simon made your way to the door, kissing goodbye before you left on your forty-five-minute drive to work. You lived on a relatively secluded farmhouse in the British countryside, and the nearest town was a good drive away. You didn’t mind, though, as the sights made it worth it.

After your departure, Simon went about his day, preparing for Harper’s teacher to come at 9. She was still getting accustomed to life, so you and Simon had decided to have Harper homeschooled for the time being. You would eventually transition her to a nearby school when she was ready.

It was discovered that Harper was an orphan, her birth parents having died when she was just a baby. When Simon found this out, you and he had a lengthy conversation about the options. Obviously, she would go up for adoption, but Harper was already doing so well with you guys, and you didn’t want to disrupt her life even more by having her put in foster care. So, you decided to adopt her.

The process was still ongoing, even after four months, but you were excited at the prospect of her officially being your daughter—not that you didn’t already think she was. She was, by all means, your child.

Simon turned on the TV, attempting to ease his nerves by catching up on last night’s Manchester United that he had missed. A steaming cup of his favorite tea sat on the coffee table as he tried to shift his focus to the game highlights, but his mind continued to wander to the nightmare.

At fifteen past seven, he heard little footsteps coming down the stairs. Harper walked over to where Simon was seated on the couch, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her hair was a mess and her PJ’s were askew, signaling that she’d had a good night’s rest.

It was something she struggled with when she first started living with you and Simon, but months of therapy was putting her on the right track, and she was having less and less episodes with each passing week.

“Good morning, my sweet girl,” Simon said as Harper approached him, holding his arms open. She crawled into his lap and found a comfortable position before relaxing into him, her cheek resting against his chest in a way that still gave her a view of the TV. She rather enjoyed watching football with her dad, laughing every time Simon groaned at a bad play and cheering with him for every goal.

“Sleep good?” Simon questioned, to which she nodded her head. Harper still had trouble speaking, her therapist telling you she suffered from selective mutism. Your heart ached at the thought of all the trauma she had been through to get to this point, but you were relieved that she was making good progress.

After twenty minutes of mindless TV, Harper looked up at Simon, patting her belly.

“All right then,” Simon said, letting Harper get down before he got to his feet. “Let’s get some food in ya.”

At the hospital, you clocked in for your shift and got about to business, tidying up your desk, which was often scattered with papers and pens due to the craziness of the ER. You chatted with nurses, looked over patient files, treated those in need, and took frequent breaks due to sore feet and a weak bladder.

The day was going by normally, the ER a little quiet today, thankfully. Well, it was going normally until about 1:23 pm. You were heading back to the nurses’ station after checking in on a patient when all of a sudden you were assaulted by a searing pain in your abdomen and lower back. You breathed through it, huffing out short breaths in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

“You okay, Dr. Riley?” Amanda, the head ER nurse, asked at the look of pain on your face.

“Oh yeah, nothing of concern,” you reassured, but just as quickly as the pain had subsided, it resurfaced. This time you were left hunched over and feeling nauseous, and not even a minute later, you felt wetness seep through your scrub pants, fluid gathering in a pool underneath you.

You looked at the pool of fluid, dazed and confused. But only for a second, because you quickly realized what was happening.

“Um, actually, Amanda, if you wouldn’t mind bringing me that wheelchair?” you pointed to the corner where the contraption sat. “I think my water just broke.”

Simon was sitting at the kitchen counter, catching up on reports while Harper and her teacher went about their lesson at the dining table, when his phone rang. Your name flashed across the screen.

“It’s time,” your pained voice reverberated across the phone. “The baby’s coming.”

In an instant, Simon was out of his chair. “Right now?”

“Yes, Simon. Right now,” you wailed, before the line went dead.

“Shit,” he muttered, making his way to the dining room.

“We have to go,” he grunted out to the teacher before getting down on a knee in front of Harper. “Mommy’s having the baby now, so we have to go to the hospital.”

You and Simon had sat Harper down a couple weeks ago to let her know how things would go when her sibling was arriving. It helped reduce her anxiety about the situation, and really, it was just good to be prepared.

As Harper’s teacher made her way out of the house, Simon frantically ran around gathering up the go-bags, his excitement and fear skyrocketing through the roof.

It’s time, your voice echoed through his head. His heart beat at a concerning pace, but he busied himself with tasks to keep the panic at bay. He dialed your sister’s number to let her know in case you hadn’t gotten the chance to call her.

“I’m on my way to the hospital right now,” your sister said in lieu of a greeting, understanding how overwhelmed he probably felt right now. She lived in town so she’d get there sooner than he would and would be able to help while Simon drove there.

He blew out a quick breath of relief.

“Thank you.” And then he was out of the house with Harper.

Like a bat out of hell, Simon sped—reasonably—down the winding roads and onto the main highway that would take him to his destination.

He sporadically checked on Harper, only to see her peaceful gaze on the views outside the window. At least she wasn’t panicking. He’d take any win he could get at this point.

Once at the hospital, Simon zoomed into a parking spot and jumped out the vehicle, almost forgetting to turn it off. He grabbed Harper and the bags, and they both ran inside, stopping to a halt at the front desk.

“Maternity ward,” Simon said, more as a demand than a question. The lady at the desk jumped at the sudden intrusion, but let Simon know the floor.

At the ward, Simon inquired about your room with the head nurse, letting her know he was your husband, then went to find your sister.

“Lily!” he practically yelled at the sight of her dark hair in the waiting room, catching her attention.

“Hey,” she replied, frantically approaching the bedraggled duo, holding her daughter’s hand. “I’ll take Harper, you go. It’s room-”

“I know. Thank you.” Simon then turned his attention to his daughter, getting down to her eye level. “Hey, baby girl. Dad’s gonna go look after mum now, okay. You think you can stay with your aunt and cousin for now?” he asked, making sure Harper felt comfortable with her new surroundings. But she barely listened to him as she absentmindedly nodded her head, engrossed in what her cousin Nina was showing her on her iPad.

Simon gave a Harper a quick kiss before turning around and sprinting in the opposite direction.

2408…2410…2412…2414. This is the one.

Although the hallway was in no way quiet, Simon particularly homed in on your pained howls echoing through the closed door. He noticed his hand shaking as he went to open the door, reminding himself to take a deep breath to steady his nerves.

As soon as he entered the hospital room, he was met with the sight of you lying in bed, your face red and in agony. His eyes instantly met yours, as they often did. You could be in a room with a million other people, and somehow, he’d always notice you first.

At the sight of your husband, you broke down. You were so instantly calmed by his presence that it overwhelmed you.

“Are you the dad?” the OB asked sweetly, to which Simon nodded his head. “Perfect! Mom over here was very distressed at your absence.”

He scurried by your side, and as soon as he was in reaching distance, you leaned up a little and wrapped your arms around him. No words were able to leave you, not just because of the pain but also at the relief of him finally being here.

“I got you, my love,” Simon whispered into your ear, slowly easing you back into the bed.

“Okay, so it looks like your about 5 cm dilated right now,” the OB said. “I’ll be back to check on you, but at this rate, you should be able to deliver soon.”

The next hour was a whirlwind, nurses traipsing in and out, Simon’s surroundings a blur of wires and beeps and huffing breaths. When it came time for you to finally deliver, you felt your anxiety coming to a head.

“I’m scared,” you cried, gripping onto Simon’s hand like a lifeline.

“I know, my love. I know,” he cooed, keeping his tone a lot more relaxed than he actually felt. “This is scary for me too. But, hey, it’s gonna be over soon, and then we’ll have a little bugger to take home with us.”

You tried to laugh, tried to let the picture of your little baby in your arms calm you down, but the panic overtaking you didn’t allow that. Deep breaths weren’t going to cut it this time.

Simon noticed this, seeing the fear still glowing in your eyes. He pressed a reassuring kiss to your forehead, that sweet smell of vanilla that always seemed to follow you overtaking his senses. He had to make sure you were okay.

“I am with you every step of the way,” Simon said. “You wanna scream? Scream. You wanna squeeze my hand ‘till it breaks…well, you can try,” he joked with a teasing smirk. “Whatever you need, I will give it you. I’ll take care of you.”

You nodded your head, knowing that every word Simon just said was true. He had never once let you down, and he was a man of his words. Your anxiety wouldn’t fade right away, but you’d let your husband’s comfort overtake you until it did. It’s the most you could hope for.

And after an amount of time neither you nor Simon could gauge, you’d finally given birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl. You had cried with the unending happiness and love when you finally got to hold your daughter, Simon right alongside you as he gazed at his daughter’s beautiful face, and then at yours.

When the nurse had taken her away and told you her weight, you and Simon had laughed. At 4.2 kilograms, she was a little bigger than normal, and the irony wasn’t lost on you. She was, after all, Simon Riley’s daughter.

Back in the recovery room, Simon brought Harper in to meet her sister and was pleasantly surprised at how easily she took to her. You let Harper sit on your bed as you cradled your baby, letting her play with her and take in the new addition to the family.

Harper was beyond excited, if not a little nervous, about her baby sister. But she was gentle and immediately took on a big sister role, much to your delight.

This moment was one for the books. For the longest time, you were Simon’s only family, the only one he could trust and confide in. But now, he had more than he ever imagined he could have.

“Baby cousin!” Nina’s shriek echoed through the room, none of you noticing that her and Lily had come in.

“Okay, now. Be gentle. She’s sleeping,” Lily said to her daughter, following after her. At the sight of your newborn baby, Lily let out an adoring sigh, looking at you with tear filled eyes. “She’s so perfect, bee,” she said, using your childhood nickname.

“I know,” you replied, getting just as emotional as her. “I can’t stop looking at her.”

The baby had blonde hair just like Simon’s, and her small button nose and chubby cheeks were the most adorable thing you’d ever seen in your life.

“Takes after Simon, doesn’t she?” Lily remarked.

“Cheeky,” he said, but secretly loving the fact.

“Sure does,” you stated, secretly loving the fact too. She was a perfect little piece of you and Simon, a testament to your love and commitment to each other.

Much of the day passed with family and friends trickling in and out, sharing in this happy moment with you. And although Simon tried not to let any negativity seep into this joyous moment, he couldn’t help but feel the stinging pain of loss at the absence of his own family.

It was often a hard pill to swallow, the fact that his mother, brother, even his nephew, were gone. That they’d never be able to share happy moments with him again.

But when his baby girl had opened her eyes for the first time, they were hazel. A striking, mesmerizing hazel that were so familiar to him, it almost brought him to his knees. Neither you nor Simon had hazel eyes, but obviously it had skipped a generation.

It was like his mother had sent a piece of her down to him, something for him to take solace in and to know that she would always be with him. That was also the moment you had known what you were going to name your daughter.

That night, when darkness kissed the sky and crickets chirped outside the open window, you broached the subject with Simon.

“What if we named her Margaret?” you asked him as he held the baby to his chest, taking in that newborn scent.

Simon paused in his pacing to look at you, seeing the sincerity on your face. His heart burst like a dam, the emotions he had been holding back flooding to the surface.

And you knew the answer just by the sheen in his eyes.

***

Later that night, when you and the baby were fast asleep, Simon didn’t dare to close his eyes. He gazed at your serene face, a little jealous of how your dreams never tormented you, but at the same time relieved that you didn’t have to go through what he did. Visions of his nightmare mixed with the memory of his daughter’s birth and the liveliness of the room as people came to see her.

His tired eyes drooped, and he was happy. He was so goddamn happy, but he was also restless. And scared.

Would he be able to protect all of you? Would he ever feel normal? Would his trauma continue to burden him, and inadvertently put that burden on you?

What Simon didn’t realize was that you were restless too, your anxiety from before morphing into something else. Anxiety about the future, about raising your daughters, about…everything, it felt like.

You opened your eyes, ready to accept that fact that you wouldn’t sleep tonight, when you noticed Simon sitting up on the couch to your right.

“Si?” You sat up in bed, reaching your hand out to call him over. He complied, coming over to you. He sat at the edge of your bed, a hesitant look on his face. “You okay?”

Simon considered lying. Considered telling you he wasn’t plagued with so many negative emotions so close to the miracle that happened today, because they weren’t supposed to. Right?

“No.” He settled on the truth instead. “I mean, yes. But also no, in many ways.”

“Tell me what’s going on,” you said, reaching up to cup his cheek. You ran your thumb across it, the feeling of his slight stubble something you’d never stop loving.

He smiled, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“I don’t know,” he sighed, straightening himself. “I feel like I should be happier. I am happy, don’t get me wrong. I’m so happy. But I can’t stop thinking about the nightmare.” He described what he saw to you, how he felt helpless. “I’ll never be enough. Nothing I do will ever be a 100% guarantee that you and Harper and Margaret are safe.”

You stared into Simon’s eyes, feeling the anguish radiating off of him.

“Simon, you are enough. You’re more than enough. You are so much more than your ability to keep us safe. A loving husband, a doting father, and most of all, a human being. You have to give yourself a break.” You slid over on the bed, indicating for him to sit beside you. He did so, maneuvering himself to give you ample space.

You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and breathing in the subtle scent of his cologne. “It’s okay to feel doubt. God knows I do. It feels like I go through everyday not knowing what the fuck I’m doing. Every moment I spend with Harper is a moment that’s tainted with the fear that I’m doing her more harm than good.”

“You’re amazing with her,” Simon interjected. “You’re exactly the kind of patient and adoring presence she needs.”

“And so are you, Si. Don’t think for a second that you’re not just as patient with her.” You looked up at him to see him already looking at you. “Who’s been the one to guide Harper through her panic attacks, or plan her lessons with her teacher, or take care of her when I’m not home? It’s all been you. You care about her so much, and she sees that. She loves you.”

Simon contemplated, thinking back to a couple weeks ago when Harper had woken up in the middle of night screaming. Both your hearts had stopped, thinking something horrible was happening. As it was, Harper had had a bad dream, not unlike the ones Simon himself experienced. She was shaking like a leaf and refused to let either of you touch her, and Simon had been the one to help her through the panic attack and calm her down.

“A lot of things are out of our control. But what is in our control is what we do and what we say. It’s a lot of faith to put in ourselves, but that’s what we gotta do,” you shrugged. “Everything else is arbitrary.”

Simon relaxed into you, taking in your words. You were right, you rarely ever weren’t.

When Margaret started crying, he brought her to you, and gazed in wonder as you fed and comforted her. You whispered sweet words to her and held her close, and when she finally went back to sleep, Simon decided he would take this newfound joy he felt because of his family and pocket it. Relive that feeling when nothing else made sense. And he would never stop trying his hardest.

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Maybe I'm wrong but tim's "it's time for you to move on" also looked a little like defeat. Like he didn't believe he was a good enough reason for her to stay, so he didn't want to be in her way and called it quits?

YES I honestly think it could be interpreted in so many different ways!!

Honestly, Lucy should've moved on ages ago. She should've been assigned to a different T.O. back in season 2 when Tim was offered the sergeant position. There was no discussion when Angela took her detective promotion even though it meant leaving Jackson. Harper stopped training Aaron, Talia stopped training Nolan – it's just how it goes.

They're the only T.O./rookie duo we've seen stay together the entire rookie year and it isn't due to lack of opportunity on Tim's end. Even after her rookie year was over, they still wouldn't give each other up. Tim and Lucy kept using work as a reason to spend all their time together and they never had to decipher what it meant. Work was the perfect excuse (as always!! make out stop crime!!!).

I agree with what you said for sure!! But I also think everything clicked for Tim when Lucy wanted to pass up the UC opportunity. I really believe he knew that part of her was staying for him. It wasn't just because of her guilt over Chris. Tim was the real reason she didn't want to go, so he had to push her away. Once he did, she went.

While it might've been a good opportunity at first, being his aid wasn't furthering Lucy's UC career. She was riding with Tim because she wanted to be around him and, because he wanted to be around her too, he was letting it go on. I think once he realized his feelings, the underlying reason for their partnership became more clear. Obviously, they work great together and Lucy is perfect for him (in every way), but the situation was no longer benefiting her work-wise.

They had more time together than they were ever meant to because neither one wanted to let the other go IT'S FIIIIIINE 😭

#ask #anonymous #the rookie #chenford

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Date Night | Lando Norris

Part of the Sweet Dreams series

previous chapter: The MTC word count: 2.1k words warnings: slow burn, fluff english is not my first language

WOKING, ENGLAND - DECEMBER 16TH 2020 You woke up before your alarm went off, which wasn’t a surprise to you as you felt well-rested for the first time in a long. You decide to walk downstairs, only to find no one there, not even when you walk into the kitchen. Despite, you decide to start on breakfast, you knew where the kitchenware was after all. You are almost done when a sleepy Lando walks into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” His deep morning voice was raspy. “I made breakfast. You want some?” Without any words from him, you hand him a plate and you sit down to eat. Once you are finished with your breakfast you head upstairs to pack your stuff and change into some old clothes as you will be volunteering at a dog shelter today. You want to change into your sweater when you realize you didn’t bring any old ones, you don’t even have one at the hotel. You clear your throat before you shout Lando’s name down the stairs. “Do you by any chance have an old sweater I could borrow for the day?” You ask Lando once he is stood in front of your bedroom door. He nods and before you know it he comes back with a hand full of old sweaters. You pick out the grey sweater as it matches your outfit the best. “Thank you, I will wash the sweater and give it back to you as soon as possible.” “I’ll see it back whenever, no need to worry.” You’re embraced by a soft smile before he disappears to who knows where. You have some spare time before you have to leave the house and head toward the dog shelter. Sophia, Harper and you were all obsessed with dogs but due to all the time you spent away, it wouldn’t be fair to the dog to have one of your own. So when the dog shelter approached you to volunteer and help with some promotion work, you couldn’t decline the offer. “You ready?” You hear him ask you from the hallway. You jump up from the couch to put on your shoes and follow him outside to his car. Lando would drop you off at the dog shelter just before Sophia would arrive. You knew that if you would arrive at the same time you had a whole lot to explain.

You wait in front of the dog shelter for Sophia to arrive when you see her drive up the driveway with George. They both step out of the car and greet you. You discuss with George when he should pick the two of you up. “Isn’t that Lando’s sweater?” George questions you out of nowhere. You look down at your sweater as if you didn’t know what you put on this morning. You brush it off and just say it’s one of yours. “No it isn’t. I have never seen you wear this.” Sophia disproves your words. You swear it is yours and tell them you only wear this when you are sick. “Whatever,” They say when you keep rambling on. George drives off and the two of you head into the dog shelter. You would spend all evening at the dog shelter. You went on a lot of walks and helped the owners with a whole bunch of tasks before you filmed a little promotion video. You went to play with some of the dogs when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pick your phone out of your pocket and you can feel the corners of your lips curl up into a smile at the sight of his name. “So I thought for our date, we could go to Woking centrum. They have the best hot chocolate and there is a Christmas fair.” “Our date?” You catch Lando a bit off guard but were deeply hoping he didn’t just slip it out. “I mean meet up.” “If you want this to be a date, then that is fine with me.” `Sophia was curious as to why you smirked at your phone, but soon realizes who you are talking to. “Date it is then. I will pick you up at nine o’clock?” You agree on the time and put your phone away. “It’s happening, isn’t it?” Sophia chuckles as you look up and meet her eyes with the most obvious blush and grin. All you can do in response to her is nod your head. You have learned that the more you tried to fight or hide your feelings, the harder they would hunt you, but today that would change.

Sophia and you say your goodbyes to all the dogs you have hung out with and thank the employees for the amazing opportunity, you walk outside to be greeted by George who was waiting in his car. From the moment you put your phone away, you couldn’t stop smiling. George wanted to ask why you had such a big smile on your face, but Sophia told him she would explain it to him later. You are dropped off at your hotel. You order some food when you arrive in your room and in the meantime you take a shower. You didn’t order too much food as there was a knot in your stomach preventing you from eating all evening. You check yourself one more time in the mirror before you head downstairs to Lando’s car. “You look.. You look beautiful,” He remarked, not even trying to hide his true thoughts anymore. “You look great too. Although I would have worn different shoes if I were you.” You point at the sneakers he was wearing, not even close to covering his ankles. Lando laughed, “You can never take a compliment, can you? Always having to deflect it with humor.” You rolled your eyes as he was telling the truth. He would always call you out for it. Always telling you to stop thinking so badly of yourself. If only you could see what he sees when he looks at you, he would then think to himself in those moments. There was a tense atmosphere in the car, both Lando and you could feel it, but neither one of you wanted to show it. There was a bit of small talk, which was unusual for the both of you, but luckily the ride wasn’t too long and soon you got to the Christmas fair. You both get out of the car, you set step in fresh snow and are met by a breeze of cold air. You immediately wrap your coat around yourself. You walk next to Lando and all of a sudden you feel his arm around your shoulder. This was his attempt to keep you warm, and you don’t mind it. Normally you would feel uncomfortable whenever people are this close to you, but with Lando you felt safe. Every now and then you would feel Lando pull you closer to him as you slipped away due to the snow. Once you get to the hot chocolate stand Lando orders two hot chocolates. You take a sip and cal feel Lando’s eyes burn on your skin, patiently waiting for your reaction. “Oh this is definitely the best hot chocolate I have ever had.” Lando laughs at your statement and the two of you continue to walk around the Christmas fair. You stop here and there to take a look at the stuff people had on their stand. After you take the last sip from your hot chocolate you walk away to throw your cup away in the bin. You walk back to Lando and he says, “You have a little something right..” His hand moves closer to your face, “..there,” as he wipes some whipped cream off your nose. You stare into his eyes, they were brighter than usual due to the Christmas lights, and the white snow surrounding the two of you made him appear even tanner. You continue to walk back to the car. Lando wraps his arm around your shoulder once again, but this time you feel warmer than a few minutes ago. You decide to wrap your arm around his waist, as you are almost back to the car.

You step into the car and Lando immediately turns up the heat. He looks over at you and can’t help but smile. You turn your face to Lando and are met by his eyes. His eyes kept darting up and down your body appreciatively, until his gaze landed on your face, your lips specifically, sending a shiver down your spine which was definitely not from the cold as the intensity of his stare made you feel as if your entire body was on fire. It was the second time tonight you made true eye contact. All night you felt like he was trying to avoid any form of eye contact, until now. He doesn’t say anything and just raises his hand to cup your face, his thumb facing your cheekbones as he stares down at your lips. You don’t really know what to do nor know what is happening, You can see him slowly move towards you, his breath on your lips as he gently brushes his lips against yours. Before you know it he presses his lips down onto yours, and he cups your face with both of his hands. His lips are soft, his touch gentle and complete opposite of how your heart was violently beating against your chest. You press yourself closer to him, causing a low groan to escape from his lips. You didn’t want this moment to end, but eventually Lando slowly pulls away to take a breath. “I’ve been waiting to do this for months.” He then admits, a flush appears on his cheeks. You let out a slight giggle when you also admit the desire you have had to kiss him. You both lean in for another kiss when an intruding sound blasts over the speakers of the car. Lando hits the decline button, not breaking eye contact with you, but the same sound returns back within a second. “I think it’s important,” You say as he rests his forehead against yours. Lando hums and answers the so said important call. Lando didn’t have a chance to say anything when a familiar voice sounds over the speakers, “Did you ask her? Did she say yes?” Carlos exclaims as he finally gets through to Lando. “You have the absolute perfect timing mate,” Lando says sarcastically. It is silent on the other side of the phone. “Hi Carlos,” You say to break the silence. You hear a few Spanish curse words before Carlos hangs up. Lando and you chuckle at the stupidity of Carlos. After what had happened and the after tones of reassurance, Lando asked you to be his girlfriend. All those times you had a knot in your stomach, finally made sense as they were butterflies all along.

When you arrive in the car park off your hotel, you don’t want to leave the car at all. Not only because it was cold outside and in the car it was warm, but also because you needed to have a serious talk. “I wish this wouldn’t be such a thing..” Lando starts off and reached for your hand to fiddle with, “..How do we want to handle the extravagance of social media?” It was a horrendous thought to you, how you knew you had to keep your relationship hidden for who knows how long. You take a deep breath and explain to Lando how you don’t want to put any pressure on the relationship. Obviously, not everybody will be happy for the two of you and although you are familiar with the negatives of social media, you don’t want to put the other through it. It was clear to you both that in the first few months it would be just the two of you, with the perception in your minds that family and friends would find out along the way. When you have a deeper conversation about how private and secret you want to keep the relationship, Lando reassures you with his words, “We don’t have to jump into it right away. We decide what we want this relationship to be like and when the world will know about it. We can learn together how we both feel the most comfortable.” You bite down on your lip and can’t help yourself but press a kiss onto his lips.

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#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagines #lando norris x y/n #lando norris story #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #f1 #f1 imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine

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eva-knits12 · 6 months

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CE characters as Dads

Steve Rogers:

Steve loves being a dad.

He's retired from going on missions, but still trains new recruits and does paperwork.

You help out on missions, but decided to work more on the training end rather than going in the field.

You and Steve have three kids: James Joseph Rogers, Sarah Anne Rogers, and Margaret Louise Rogers.

You were apprehensive about naming your last baby Margaret, but you wanted to honor Peggy Carter's memory.

James' and Sarah's first word was Mama.

Margaret's first word was Dada.

School lunches have to be meticulously planned and packed.

Steve is confused about nut allergies, gluten free stuff, and vegan stuff.

Remember, this wasn't a thing when Steve was alive.

Dietary needs have changed tremendously since Steve came out of the ice.

You help Steve pack the lunches.

Dinner? You and Steve cook dinner together.

Steve loves making meatloaf, spaghetti, lasagna, mac and cheese, pizza, and burgers.

You make more advanced things like baked ziti, baked chicken, fish tacos (they're a favorite with James and Sarah), regular tacos, sloppy joes (they're Margaret's favorite), clam chowder (a family favorite), turkey, roast beef, and pizza.

Steve loves family movie night and family game night.

You watch anything Disney, and family game night is always kid friendly games.

Steve never thought he'd have the chance to be a dad.

He achieved his dream with you.

Colin Shea:

Colin becomes a stay at home dad.

Eva works because she makes more money than Colin did.

It's an arrangement that works out for the both of them.

Colin volunteers in Harper's class and plays with Robbie.

Colin also keeps the house clean and keeps everything going.

When Eva comes home, he always starts dinner.

Pasta? Done! Fried chicken? Done! Mexican takeout? Done! Chinese takeout? Done! Pizza with cheesy bread and that giant brownie for dessert? Done!

Family movie nights are the best.

Colin and Eva fix a huge bowl of popcorn, and arrange some dollar store candy for everyone to snack on while watching the movie.

Colin also has the laundry done on laundry day.

He also plays his guitar for Harper and Robbie.

They often dance and nod their head to Colin's guitar.

Colin and the kids help you unwind after a long week.

Colin and the kids give you a spa day, manicures and pedicure, and massage included.

Family movie night is an event.

Pizza is ordered, and you turn on a Disney movie.

Harper and Robbie like to dance when they hear the songs.

Family days? Done! It can be a picnic in the park, ice skating followed by warm cookies and hot cocoa and hot coffee, story time at the library, spending time at the local retro arcade, etc.

Colin loves being a dad, and loves doing the stay-at-home duties.

Ransom Drysdale:

You, Harlan, and Katherine are Ransom's world.

Ransom embraced fatherhood.

He embraced married life.

He embraced your MS.

He often picks up the twins from pre-school.

He loves reading to the twins.

He loves cooking for the family.

Breakfasts, lunches, dinners, Ransom cooks it.

The twins love spaghetti with meatballs.

The twins love oatmeal for breakfast.

The twins also love Biscoff cookies and your homemade chocolate chip cookies.

Family movie nights? Ransom loves them, and watches the movies that he never got to watch growing up, due to the fact that Linda and Richard often neglected him, and often fought over Richard having another affair.

Ransom loves snuggling with you.

The twins will snuggle with you and Ransom on movie night.

Harlan and Katherine often snuggle with you and Ransom during story time.

You have a family day at the park, at the beach, and even take the twins skiing on the weekends when the weather gets nice and cold.

Christmas, Halloween, Easter, the Fourth of July are events with Ransom, seeing as how his holidays were always ruined by his dysfunctional family.

Ransom loves being a dad and a husband.

He lives for it.

Andy Barber:

Andy LOVES being a dad!

Andy LOVES being a girl dad.

Taking Joy to her dance class on Saturdays? Check. Taking Joy to her ice skating lessons? Done.

You often take Joy on playdates, and then you're off to Mommy and Me with Penelope.

Andy picks Joy up from her playdates.

Taking care of Penelope? Check.

Making sure that you're keeping your type I diabetes in check, and taking your insulin? Check.

Family dinners and family movie nights? Done!

Andy NEVER had those when he was still married to Laurie and Jacob was there.

He often ate frozen meals, or cooked for himself.

He enjoys cooking dinner and breakfast for the family.

Pasta with meatballs? Done. Pizza he made from scratch? Done. Oatmeal with fruit and toast? Done. Chicken Parm? Done.

Helping you clean the house and do the laundry? Done!

Watching a Disney movie or family movie or a musical with you, Joy and Penelope? Done!

Andy couldn't be happier or prouder.

Being a dad was Andy's life goal.

Andy loves being a dad to the girls and Andy loves being a husband to you.

At the end of each day, Andy loves giving you a foot rub and a massage.

"You do so much for the girls, honey. You deserve to be taken care of."

Jake Jensen:

Like Andy Barber, Jake LOVES being a girl dad.

The twins, Elsa and Anna, often like to do his hair, so Jake's hair will often have barrettes in them.

Jake's nails will often be painted in some interesting color choices.

The girls also get Jake to play Barbie and Disney Princess with him.

Dance class? Nope! Ice skating lessons? Nope!

The girls LOVE playing video games with Jake.

They LOVE Mario Kart.

They also love Minecraft.

Family days at the park? NOPE!

Family days at the library? NOPE!

The girls like story time at the library, and you have your knitting circle there, and your book club, but that's it.

Family days are often spent at Chuck E. Cheese, where they have an arcade.

You find an old-school arcade, and Jake takes you and the girls there.

Family days are best spent at Chuck E. Cheese and the arcade.

It becomes a competition between Jake and you to see who can get the highest score on Pac-Man, Donkey Kong, Ms. Pac-Man, Burger Time, Frogger, and even Mortal Kombat.

Racing games are a family favorite because Jake, you, and the girls can play together.

Family movie nights? DONE!

The girls watch Disney movies, the Harry Potter movies, the X-Men films, and they also love Star Wars and Star Trek.

Jake wouldn't trade this life for the world.

Johnny Storm:

Johnny loves being a dad.

He often takes Jake to work with him so you can take a nap, or take a shower, or even remember to eat.

His aunt Susan will often watch Jake when Johnny has to do something.

Aunt Susan often gives Jake candy or cookies when you and Johnny aren't looking.

Johnny and you bottle feed Jake because Jake was unable to breastfeed, so you pump your milk.

Johnny or Susan will often take Jake when you need to pump your milk.

Johnny is all about you and Jake.

Diaper change? Done! Giving Jake his bath? Done!

You often have dinner ready when Johnny comes home.

It's the only time you and Johnny can have an adult conversation, and talk about wedding planning.

Johnny loves spending time with you and Jake, and he loves being a dad.

#chris evans #dad life #steve rogers #ransom drysdale #jake jensen #johnny storm #andy barber

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GRABS YOU. tell me about evangeline WHO IS SHE is she silly?? does she experience unimaginable suffering????

JUMPS UP AND DOWN EXCITEDLY!! OKAY SO! Honestly I’ve played her in-game maybe thrice,,, so she’s more of a conceptual idea than anything else BUT!!! HERE WE GO! Read under the cut! ^_^

TLDR: …the latter option. She experiences unimaginable suffering. I made her because I was bored one night & went, “I’m gonna make another save to experience the horrors of DOL and interact with characters I hate!” (Which!!! Ironically is the same way I made Seraphina but then I got too emotionally attached so I needed to make a new pc to torture 😖…)

Evangeline is an unsocial moth. She’s about as talkative & open with people as Mickey. Most people want absolutely nothing to do with her, for more reasons than one.

1) She’s very unstable & visually disturbed, which makes people uncomfortable :(

2) She is an avid thief & people don’t like having their things stolen 💀

3) She just... straight up reeks. Due to her debilitating mental state, she has poor hygiene, which is made so much worse by the fact she spends all of her free time in places where most people wouldn’t step foot. (The forest, moor, smuggler’s cave, the sewers.)

To her, these places are like a second home. Honestly, she might even think of the sewers as her primary home, at this point. Morgan is the father figure she never had and the only one who “understands” her— AKA he is equally/more mentally fucked than she is & Dr. Harper’s aid has only made them worse 😕😅

If Harper were to catch her & send her to the asylum, oh boy… Harper would not let her go voluntarily. She is too ill. A danger to herself and others. Because she is so meek, she’d be his favorite patient, and likely succumb to stockholm syndrome with him if she stayed there long enough. So, Evangeline would have to break out before that.

After escaping, she’d cut off the world as a whole and live solely in the sewers, too. No more perverts on the street, no more mean, scary doctors trying to keep her away from dad!! Only a happy life where she’s safe and protected!! He gives her lessons for school and goes antique hunting, she doesn’t need anything else! ^.^ Bailey would never find her down there anyway!

Morgan & her delusions have clouded her sense of self so much that she’s almost convinced she is Charlene and that she’s meant to be with him.

If Harper’s treatment got through to her before she escaped, she would be able to ween herself off of Morgan. But that obsession would go straight to Harper. </3

I’ve been writing this for so long I’m sick of it but feel free to ask more about her!!! :3 Her pinterest board is no longer private! 😎

#oc: evangeline #tw pseudocest #dol pc #degrees of lewdity #morgan the sewer dweller #harper the doctor #oc lore

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Spirit World #3 delves into something I'd never thought ever be unearthed again regarding Cass, but here we are. So finally at long last (sorry for the delay) is my thoughts on the issue.

I'll start with the negatives I had with the issue. Just two. The co-lead for the series Xanthe, kind of disappears after the opening and ending part of the issue.

They do a cool thing and at the end lead the investigation to the mystery antagonist of the series. But other than that they kind of disappear to the background allowing Cass and the other characters to take center stage.

It's just two issues prior and it feels like we hit a road bump with the character this issue. I doubt it'll continue but just I wanted to know more about Xanthe this issue is all.

In a way, I kind of was hoping for a mirror on how Xanthe dealt with death and related it to Cass's situation. There's still a high probability of this but was curious why it wasn't laid further this issue. But I digress A LOT occurred in this issue.

The other is a bit of a nitpick and me being a fan of the continuity kept. But... when Shen makes their proposal to Cass on memories we get a clear vantage on the memories of WHOM Cass values. A certain blonde Batgirl is front and center.

However, of note given what is brought up this issue and what isn't. You get the feeling that DC is moving in the direction of giving Cass her Pre-New 52 origin but Steph still has hers (and her costume to boot basically).

I know I'm an Orphan hater but there's a lot of burial going on with the identity. I get it. But on the other hand it did give us some good relationships and character progression for Cass that I did enjoy.

But Duke was a focal point for Cass for quite a while. Providing some of the best Bat-Family moments of 2018-early 2020 when we weren't getting any.

Same for Basil who was at the heart of WHY Cass currently dives deep into her battle of overcoming her reading disorder.

It just feels like DC is gonna sweep these characters and these moments under a rug and pretend they never occurred. But when you have Steph having her newer origin it just makes taking away that portion (Harper was key in hers).

But I digress writer Alyssa Wong has given an out for a future writers (or themself to acknowledge these moments). Namely, the sacrifice Cass gives to allow Shen to give her answers.

Shen takes away a memory or more from Cass. The question I wonder is which? I hope the book doesn't answer the loss (or if it does just bridge it to Cass's memory loss for what happened to the OTHER bit that's reopened this issue).

Just not the Basil portion. I want tears for that reunion matchup (also how have we not gotten that?!). James Tynion IV left whomever a WHOPPER of an emotional rollercoaster and it just boggles me how DC hasn't given any writer clearance to tackle that (more so Wong).

I want my heart ripped out, please. Wong does that always with their Doctor Aphra run (but then that's the nature of Aphra). Like I feel they'd slay something like this HARD. Anyway... getting off tangent.

As I said, while this door closes, a door I never thought possible is reopened this issue. I.e. Wong addresses Cassandra's death in Batgirl Vol. 1 #72.

MAN do I have questions about what is brought up this issue. The fact that artist Haining studied this particular issue is because he got the freaking damage Cass received from Mad Dog down to the wound that killed her.

He even PERFECTLY replicated that crazy costume Lady Shiva wore in #73 even DOWN to her wearing the utility belt of her daughter.

Literally THE BELT DETAIL. The modified Lazarus Pit (Nyssa used one that could be reused). Even the HOOK that is used by Cass to impale her mom is there.

THE DETAILS!!! 🤤🤤🤤🤤

IT’S ALL THERE!!!

So us long-time Cass fans/readers know SOMETHING is up as Shiva never murdered Cass (this time). The only gun Shiva used was to grapple net her daughter and calm her down from the Pit's madness.

Now my question is this mixed memory due to Shen? Due to the comic's antagonist? Or due the modified Laz Pit?

I have SOOOOO many questions.

However, this is the FIRST TIME a DC Comic fully showed an issue of Batgirl Vol. 1 (Detective Comics #980 which was used to fully showcase why there were flaws with the Orphan identity). I'm almost surprised an editor's note wasn't used. But then again... maybe that's Wong and the editors using people like me and other fans to be like, "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!"

Doing their job in raising an alarm bell but also showing newbies WHERE this all occurs (also a nicely paper-quality reprint of this run be helpful).

Plus there are some other quality Cass moments also in this issue that are glorious (Cass being so selfless and a bit of sass).

Other bits I did enjoy about this issue was the people of Spirit World getting their moment. Like you feel a weight when the antagonist of the series shows up.

And OH BOY, let's talk about that nightmare fuel design Haining gave them. This thing is just so freaking detailed, and horrifying, yet also makes me want to scream lowly, "Mommy take me."

I'm not gonna spoil that reveal. You're just gonna have to buy the issue yourself.

However, I am enjoying the stuff Shen represents as a memory broker. Taking and giving memories back to spirits. Not to mention... THEY'RE JUST SO CUTE!!

So even with the negatives I had with the issue. I still highly enjoyed this issue mainly because it awakened the continuity beast within me and acknowledged Batgirl Vol. 1 and made me look at EVERY detail.

I love that the characters are dictating the plot and not the plot just doing things. Everything is going at a nice pace (even if Xanthe suffered this issue in getting more stuff).

I am loving the additions Wong is adding to the lore of Cass and I am VERY curious about what they're going to do next.

#cassandra cain #dc comics #my thoughts

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barclaysangel · 1 year

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Junior Wheeler finding out he has a younger half-sister headcanons

This just spiraled out of control from a random idea and then it grew more and more so here we are! I just had to write this as a set of headcanons or I would combust. It did take months to write this due to lack of motivation but I finally did it! If you guys like this, please tell me! I just MIGHT make a fic or one-shot series of the adventures of Big Bro Junior™. Besides, comments always make me feel accomplished and it gives me motivation to continue this AU!

Tags: @arthurpendragonlove @streets-in-paradise @rogertaylorismyking @marvelxchucky @the-carlos-cow-eyes

Warnings: Mentions of Logan Wheeler, mentions of kinda inappropriate relationships, some swearing, not proofread because proofreading is for losers

Word count: 3.2K

Summary: After surviving from being stabbed by a killer doll, Junior thought nothing could surprise him. Then they found out that he had a half-sister, a product from Logan Wheeler’s affair. And somehow, Junior’s life changes for the better once they become a big brother.

Notes: Takes place about a year and a half after the events of season 1, no mention of season 2 because I despise 98.5% of the plot of season 2, a shit ton of the ideas were created between me and @arthurpendragonlove , purposefully not saying who takes in Jake and Junior because I haven’t decided yet (maybe Miss Fairchild or Andy Barclay but I’ll admit, I’m leaning WAY MORE towards the latter if I make a fic based on this), Harper’s faceclaim is Victoria Pedretti and Eden’s faceclaim is Violet McGraw, Junior is my own personal interpretation of how his character arc could evolve after everything that’s happened to him, Junior is biromantic asexual and a demiboy who uses he/they pronouns (this has been a headcanon I've had for a year and I'm absolutely implementing Junior being a demiboy for the first time in these headcanons).

~Junior Wheeler was almost 16 years old when he found out about their father’s former mistress and child.

~After surviving his stab wound, Junior started to get better. They opened himself up more, made amends and became better friends with Jake, Devon, and Lexy, got therapy, and explored their identity and who he truly was. They truly were in a good place.

~And then Junior happened to meet a woman named Harper Murphy.

~Harper never knew that Logan Wheeler was married and had a teenage son. She had only found that out on the news after his body had been discovered due to the “mysterious” massacre that happened in Hackensack.

~Harper felt so guilty now knowing that she had been the other woman, even producing a child with a married man, that she tried for over a year to find Junior to explain herself.

~And that’s exactly what she tried to do when she showed up on his doorstep by herself.

~It was safe to say that Junior didn’t react well.

~They were already shaking with rage upon finding out that his father DID in fact cheat on their mom, but hearing that he now had a half-sister made them force her to leave before he could explode.

~Jake thankfully had been there to be the voice of reason and took the slip of paper that had Harper’s phone number because Junior refused to take it.

~For a couple weeks, Junior wasn’t themself.

~He was prone to snapping more and refused to talk about their father’s mistress and child to anyone, including his friends, girlfriend, caretaker, and therapist. Their anger was starting to get almost out of control because of how much he was now bottling up.

~It was when Junior got a week’s worth of detention for throwing his textbook at the head of a classmate that was bothering them when Jake finally forced his cousin to sit down and talk it over.

~There were many things that Junior was angry about. One, their father actually being a cheater and having a whole other family. Two, the fact that the other woman was much younger than his mother. And three, that Chucky was right in a way about their father having an affair.

~By now, Junior knew about Chucky’s manipulation. He was used as a pawn in his game, manipulated into believing that their mom killed herself and his father cheated on her, leading to her suicide and causing them to kill his father. Junior now knew what really happened to her.

~But finding out about this affair has led Junior into hating the fact that Chucky was right about something.

~Jake was able to be there and reassure Junior, somehow even convincing them to call Harper and hear her full side of the story.

~So after two weeks, Junior gave in and had Jake call her—because he didn’t have it in them to call her herself without losing it again, so he needed the calmer of the two cousins to make the phone call.

~When Harper came by, once again alone, it was a meeting between her, Junior, Jake, and their caretaker. Junior couldn’t be trusted to be left alone, so they were with him in case their temper decided to strike again.

~It did happen a few times throughout Harper’s story, leading Junior to get up and “take a lap”, which included storming angrily around the house once or twice until he was calm enough to sit down and listen again.

~Some reasons that caused Junior to “take a lap” was when he found out that Harper was 21 years old and still at college when she met their father, when he found out that she was 27 now and that made her only 11 years older than them and he was 11 years older than her daughter, and even when Harper told them about how Logan isolated her from her parents to the point where she only had her daughter and occasionally his father whenever he felt like visiting.

~Knowing just how much of a manipulative piece of shit their father was made Junior want to explode. But he could see how weary and anxious Harper looked so they forced himself to be as calm as they could…which wasn’t a lot but it was the thought that counts.

~It was much harder when Harper brought up the topic of her daughter, Eden.

~Junior didn’t want to know about her. Whether it was because she was the product of his father’s affair or another connection that bound them to the man they wanted so desperately to forget, he didn’t know at the moment. They just absolutely didn’t want to know about her or see a picture when Harper offered.

~Jake took her up on that offer though and looked at the picture of his new five year old cousin on Harper’s phone. Junior kept his back turned as Jake complimented Eden, attempting to persuade Junior to look with each thing she said.

~He did capture Junior’s attention by one thing only.

~“She looks nothing like her father.”

~For some reason, that was enough for Junior to finally peer over Jake’s shoulder and look at the picture of their half-sister.

~Eden was a carbon copy of her mother, with dark brown hair and vibrant blue eyes. The more Junior stared at her, the more he realized that she truly didn’t look like Logan.

~Seems that their father had another child that looked exactly like their mother and not him.

~Maybe the Wheeler genes were a lot weaker than he expected.

~“…she’s cute, I guess.”

~But during that meeting, Junior didn’t agree to wanting to see their half-sister. He didn’t know if they had it in him to see her in person.

~It took more persuasion and another week until Junior was the one to call Harper and set up a meeting.

~They did emphasize that he most likely wouldn’t want to have a relationship with Eden but he figured that they should meet her, just once.

~In a way, Junior figured that this was something his mother would want them to do. She was a good woman with a big heart, she would want him to at the very least meet their half-sister, especially if she knew Harper’s story and how she was also a victim in Logan’s manipulation.

~Junior was absolutely nervous to meet Eden. He hardly slept and ate during the days leading up to the meeting, riddled with so much anxiety that it started to affect them physically.

~When they finally met, Junior didn’t know how to act.

~Eden was obviously shy, clinging to her mother’s arm but staring at her half-brother with curiosity. And Junior was trying to function in a way that was considered calm because while he didn’t know if they would like her or not, he still didn’t want to frighten her.

~After a couple minutes of staring, Junior finally gathered the courage to speak.

~“Hi.”

~“I’m Junior.”

~“I’m Eden.”

~“Cool.”

~Then Eden smiled at them.

~Junior couldn’t quite explain it. But something in her smile was so sweet and so genuine, that he melted and fell under her spell.

~Junior began to slowly open themself up more and the more he did, the more they realized that there wasn’t a single trace of their father in her. She wasn’t like Logan at all. Eden was shy, sweet, kind, polite, and so much more, all the complete opposite of Logan.

~Eventually the two siblings were trusted enough to be left alone and they spent the rest of the day watching a Disney movie together, The Little Mermaid, Eden’s favorite that also happened to be Junior’s favorite.

~When it was time for them to go, Eden gave them the biggest hug and Junior came to the realization that this couldn’t be the first and last time he’ll ever meet her. They had to see her again, to get to know her more.

~It was something he made known to Harper and the rest of their family.

~“I’ve only known Eden for a few hours…but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

~“…I know you’re basically quoting B99 but it actually sounds terrifying when you say it.”

~After that, Junior and Eden became inseparable.

~They did just about everything together. They watched movies, listened to music, and went to the park and zoo a lot.

~Most of the movies were Disney movies, so it involved a lot of singing and dancing from both of them.

~Eden became fascinated with Junior’s guitar and would beg him to play for her all the time. They always obliged and eventually, he let her hold the guitar.

~The sight was absolutely adorable because their guitar looked so much bigger than her, but Eden was holding it to her chest with a big smile.

~Junior lost count over how many times he took her to the park. They always pushed her on the swings and would hold her hand if she was too nervous to go down a steep slide.

~Junior also spends so much money on Eden whenever they go to the gift shop at the zoo. He just couldn’t say no to her.

~Over time, they stopped calling her his half-sister. Eden was Junior’s sister. No half of anything.

~Eden doing their makeup and nails was always a must.

~Junior sometimes did his own makeup and painted their nails, but always let Eden do whatever she wanted. Her technique was sloppy when it came to the nail polish and he looked like a mess with the amount of eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick she would put on them.

~But it was always fun and worth it to let Eden doll him up because of the big smile she would get on her face.

~The amount of photos of Eden and Junior together on Junior, Lexy, Jake, Devon, and Harper’s phones are enough to fill up ten scrapbooks.

~A month after they met, Junior turned 16. Eden made tons of pictures of the two of them together, all of which are hung up on his wall, and even a friendship bracelet.

~They never take that bracelet off.

~Piggy back rides happened hundreds of times.

~Junior constantly has Eden on his back and she just clings onto them while he’s walking or running.

~Sometimes they’ll carry her in his arms too, especially when she falls asleep.

~Or have her thrown over their shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes.

~All of these actions would leave Junior sore but her big smile and hysterical giggles were always worth it.

~He’s lost count over how often they’ve played Princess with Eden.

~Junior would admit, he enjoyed partially wearing a pink dress that certainly didn’t fit with a plastic crown on their head, despite the teasing he would get sometimes.

~“Oh…my…god.”

~“Don’t be jealous that I make a prettier princess than you do, Jacob.”

~Junior has tons of nicknames for Eden.

~The most popular are Edie, Eeds, Darling, Pumpkin, Sweetness, and Sweetheart.

~Eden doesn’t have a lot of nicknames for Junior except for just a few, which are all variations of their name.

~Jun, Junie, JJ, and her absolute favorite, Juna.

~No one is allowed to call Junior Juna except Eden.

~Jake made that mistake once and found out what it felt to be stomped on his bare foot by Junior’s strong boot.

~When Halloween rolls around, they do matching costumes. Eden insisted and as Junior has shown many times, he just can’t say no to her.

~They also take her to the houses that have the best and biggest candies.

~It’s no secret how close they are. The others have joked about Eden being Junior’s “mini me” or “shadow.”

~He’d be lying if they said that he didn’t like it. It was absolutely adorable how much she wanted to be like them. But he still encouraged her to be her own person and how she didn’t need to like everything that they liked.

~He didn’t want her growing up the way they did, willing to change everything about himself and mold themself into another version of his father.

~It would just fill her with emptiness and resentment and she sure as hell didn’t deserve that. Eden deserved to be happy and loved for being the way she was.

~Junior learned how to braid hair for their sister.

~It took some practice with Lexy and a couple others but eventually, he got it down enough to do all kinds of braids on Eden.

~Eden would also braid their hair since Junior had been growing it out so the tips of his hair now touched their shoulders.

~Her technique wasn’t as good, pretty sloppy with quite a bit of hair pulling, but she was five years old after all.

~And Junior did think he looked quite cute in braids.

~Junior tries their hardest not to swear around Eden…

~…but fails constantly.

~“Ow! Fuck!”

~“Fuck!”

~“NONONONONONONONO—!”

~Music was something that was always playing in Junior’s room. It helped not only to relax him, but also to inspire them to write his own music.

~It didn’t take long for them to realize that Eden loved rock and heavy metal music.

It was both cute and disturbing for those watching a child screaming “DISRESPECT YOUR SURROUNDINGS” in a high-pitched voice while aggressively head banging while her teenage brother did the exact same thing.

~While Junior always had fun with Eden, there was always a sense of fear that never left him.

~Chucky.

~They lived in terror that one day Chucky could come back because he just knew that that fucker would never truly die.

~And it scared them to know what could happen if Chucky came back and found out about the little sister of the teenager he didn’t manage to kill.

~The most Junior could do without telling Eden the full story about Chucky was to make her promise him that she would not play with that doll and would call them immediately if it ever showed up.

~“Darling, I need you to promise me something. If a Good Guy doll like that ever comes to your house, you tell your mom to call me and…say you want to play with dolls with me. Okay? That doll isn’t good, it’s bad. So you need to tell me IMMEDIATELY and I’ll make sure it goes away. Pinkie promise?”

~“Pinkie promise, Juna!”

~Junior hardly had any regrets about killing his father.

~What they regretted was how he unknowingly helped with Chucky’s plan, used as a pawn in his game.

~When they met Eden, he started to feel some more regret because their little sister would grow up never knowing their father. Even now, the memories she has of him are basically blips of a dream because she was only 3 years old when she last saw him.

~But Junior becomes confident in the decision that he made when Harper confided in them about how Logan would be controlling over how Eden should dress or act.

~His sister was a pink dress wearing girl that could be rowdy and enjoyed getting dirty. The latter were things that Logan didn’t want a girl to be doing.

~It was only a matter of time before their father would start controlling and manipulating her as she grew older.

He’d try to control her just like he controlled Junior.

~So it was better for Eden growing up with little to no memories of an emotionally abusive man.

~Junior truly is a chaotic soul. There’s no level to their chaos. So it didn’t take long for his chaos to rub off on Eden.

~They would pull pranks together on everyone. Especially Jake. He was their favorite victim.

~“Don’t be such a baby, Jake!”

~“Yeah! Don’t be such a baby, Jake!”

~“Hey! Stop corrupting my kid cousin!”

~Really, their combined chaos cannot be stopped.

~“I’m begging you two…please just be good.”

~“We would rather die.”

~“Die! Die! Die!”

~Junior knows that one day, they would have to explain almost everything to Eden, such as why they’re half siblings.

~She wouldn’t understand everything now because she’s too young. So far, Eden’s content just knowing that she has a brother now and doesn’t need to know the details just yet.

~That’s something he’ll worry about another day. Right now, they would rather enjoy being by her side and being her protector.

~Speaking of protector, lord help anyone who tries to bully Eden.

~“Junior, you can’t physically fight a kindergartener.”

~“Like hell! My hands are rated E for EVERYONE!”

~Junior did once catch a little boy pushing Eden at the park and he scared the kid so badly by threatening him that the boy peed his pants.

~Eden thought it was absolutely hilarious and it made her feel a lot better about being pushed.

~Junior was glad that it made her feel better too, but they still wanted Eden to defend herself.

~“Eeds, if someone ever pushes you again...push them back. Hit them. Make them regret it. Just don’t tell your mom I said that, okay?”

~“Okay! Can we get ice cream now?”

~“Yeah, sure, let’s go get ice cream.”

~Their personalities are both very similar yet different.

~Junior and Eden are both introverted and then chaotic and mischievous to those who get to know them. But Junior prefers to only open himself up to their closest friends and family while Eden opens herself up fairly quickly to anyone who is nice to her.

~Eden’s kindness makes Junior want to be a better person. She has a heart of gold and sees the good in everyone, the complete opposite of her brother.

~He could only hope that no one ever tarnishes her light.

~Christmas was always a hard holiday for Junior without their mother. It was something he didn’t expect would ever change.

~Until they spent his first Christmas with Eden.

~Seeing her give them badly wrapped gifts—Harper told him that Eden insisted on wrapping them herself—with the biggest smile on her face made Junior forget about how much the holiday pained them.

~Sitting with his new family in front of the fireplace, stomach filled to the brim with food, exchanging stories with Eden sleeping peacefully on their lap with her head on his chest put things into perspective for them for the first time in a long time.

~In the end, he found the peace and happiness they had been looking for so long.

~Junior finally felt whole.

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Do you think that Mischa’s career was compromised because she was basically fired from the O.C or because of her “party girl” era?

Oh I think the latter was absolutely partially because of the former. I have no doubt. It gave her a reputation for being difficult and a diva, a line that the show's PR never completely shut down or protected her from because it still got them press. Mischa's said that the people in her life didn't really care about her mental breakdowns due to overworking and press invasion. That absolutely includes her bosses (and others).

She says in Harper's:

"After a while, I just couldn’t go anywhere and that’s when my mental health declined. The constant feeling of being hunted affected me entirely. I had a few breakdowns. But no one questioned why I was having those breakdowns. I became a target of nasty attacks when I was clearly expressing signs for needing help."

Her mental health was already in shambles, her substance abuse was so bad that she had a SOBER COACH ON SET to keep working because god forbid they get her legitimate help that would give her time off, and then they unceremoniously fired her under the illusion of choice. Their youngest original cast member who wasn't even yet 21. The breadwinner of her family since she was a kid. It makes me fucking sick. So of course her mental health and substance abuse got even worse in the years after.

#ask #anonymous #mischa barton #mb exit tea #her family and team are not blameless whatsoever but it's clear certain people know they're partially responsible still #oh also being indirectly(and maybe directly) blamed for the show becoming a melodrama in s3 so she has to hear about the show later #*fixing itself and recentering the next year and isn’t it just so great we jipped our leading lady and everything is now rainbows

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A Glimpse of Us: A set of SIREN'S SONG Blurbs

Paring: Maverick x OC Daughter Harper Mitchell

Warnings: Language, mentions of periods, surgery, child birth, Angst for days. Dad Mav

A/N: So this set of drabbles tasks place in my Siren's Song universe. It is majors life events from Maverick's point of view. These were inspired with a little help from my Muse @dreamingathighaltitude and the Joji song "Glimpse of Us"

Day 1:

It was a hot morning on August 18th 1987 when Pete "Maverick" Mitchell was awoken by the ringing of his doorbell and the loud knocking at his front door. He quickly pulled on a shirt and went to answer the door. "I'm coming hold on!" He yelled at the stranger who had woken him up at an ungodly hour.

Maverick opened his front door ready to give whoever was there an earful for waking him up. But instead of finding a person he found something very unexpected. His eyes grew wide as he looked down on his front porch to find a baby in a car seat.

Maverick looked up and down the dark street for any sign of the person who left a child on his door step. The infant let out a small cry. Maverick quickly picked up the car seat and brought it inside his home. He placed the baby on the kitchen table and noticed a note and a few documents in the carrier along with the child. He quickly grabbed the note and read

"Maverick, I know it's been awhile since you've heard from me... fifteen months to be exact, but now I guess you know why. I found out I was pregnant not long after I left Top Gun. I couldn't bring myself to tell you because I knew after everything that happened a child was the last thing you needed in your life. However due to circumstances that are beyond my control, I have to leave the country and I am not sure if or when I will be back. So, the only thing I could do was leave our daughter with you.

Her name is Harper Ann Mitchell. Her birthday is February 1st. She is a little over six months old. With this note you will find her birth certificate, medical documents, pictures of her first few months of life, as well as the DNA test I recently had completed proving she is your child.

I'm sorry I had to do this to you Pete, I never wanted the first time you to met your daughter to be when I dropped her off on your door step. I'm sorry that I am not cut out to be a mother, my career has always been the most important thing to me, and I tried, I really did.

I hope that you raise her to be strong and caring just like you Mav, I don't know what you will tell her about me or why I did what I did, but I know you will find the words. I am so sorry. Please take care of her for me.

Love Always, Charlie"

Maverick raked his hands over his face. Not only was Charlie Blackwood gone forever, but she had left him with a baby... his baby... he wasn't ready to be a father... he flew jets for a living, what kind of life would that be for a kid? Maverick had no clue what to do or how to raise a baby, so he did what he always did during times of panic or uncertainty he whispered "Talk to me Goose."

He sat there for another moment and looked at the child in the carrier. She had a faint dusting of Maverick's dark hair, and that was definitely his nose... this was his daughter. He was a father. Like it or not, she was there. Seconds later Harper began to cry. He carefully picked her up and tried to soothe her but nothing seemed to be working, and then a light bulb went off in his head, Goose may not have been able to help him, but Carole definitely could.

He cradled Harper in one arm while quickly dialing Carole's phone number. "Bradshaw residence and you better have a good reason for calling this early" Carole said answering the phone.

"Carole, it's me Mav... I.... I need your help" he called into the phone as Harper cried louder.

"Pete, do you have a baby over there?" Carole asked surprised.

"Yes, um long story short, I um apparently have a daughter and Charlie just left her on my door step this morning and I have no clue what I'm doing. Please.... help." He sounded desperate.

"Let me me get Bradley ready and grab a few things from the storage closet. I will be there in thirty minutes, please try not to kill her before then." Carole hung up the phone and jumped into action.

Maverick began rocking Harper trying to calm her. "Shhh... everything is okay baby... Daddy is right here. I don't know how, but I promise everything is going to be okay."

First Word and First Birthday:

"Come on Harper you can do it... say Dada... say Dada" Maverick coaxed his daughter trying to get her to say her first word. Today Harper turned one, and Mav was determined for her to speak. She had been babbling, giggling, cooing, and laughing but no real words yet.

"Maverick, would you leave the poor child alone so we can have some cake. Babies talk when they are ready and at their own pace. And even though she is a Mitchell that doesn't mean she has to do everything fast" Carole chasted him while bringing in a birthday cake for the girl.

"Bradley, come give Harper her present and help her blow out her candles!" Carole called for her son. "Happy Birthday Harper! I made this just for you!" Bradley said showing her a drawing he had done. "See this is you, and me and Uncle Mav, and Mommy when we went to the beach!" He pointed to all the stick figures on the page.

"Do you like it?" He asked her. Harper clapped her hands and squealed with glee and she reached her arms out for Bradley to hold her. He gladly took his self proclaimed best friend and hung his picture up on the fridge.

"Those two are going to put us through it one day Carole... you know that right?" Mav asked as the two parents watched on.

"I know they are, but if they are anything like you and Nick, I know it's going to be a great friendship." She smiled giving him a hug. "Alright who wants cake?" She asked and the two children cheered.

"Okay Harper... open wide for the airplane" Pete said trying to feed her some cake. Harper opened her mouth but instead of eating. "Dada." She said.

Maverick's jaw went wide. "What did you say baby?" He asked his daughter not sure if he was hearing things or not. Harper looked back at him and smiled a semi-toothless grin. Her green-gray eyes shined bright. "Dada!" She cheered again clapping her hands.

"Oh my God she said her first word!" Pete cheered dropping the fork and picking her up. "Dada, Dada, Dada." She continued to babble as he spun her around. "That's right sweetie. I'm your Dada and I love you so much!"

The First Day of School:

"Okay honey are you ready for your first day of Kindergarten?" Pete Mitchell asked his daughter as she stood holding his hand.

"I sure am Daddy! I'm so excited to make new friends and go to school with Bradley!" She responded confidently. Harper was more than ready to start Kindergarten. She had been up early this morning ready to go. She asked her father all kinds of questions while he made pancakes and helped put her long hair into two pig tails.

"Remember Aunt Carole is picking up you and Bradley today after school. Listen to your teacher, be nice to the other kids, and if you need anything have your teacher call me okay honey?" Maverick told her not quite ready to let her go.

"I know Daddy! I will be fine!" Harper responded in a matter of fact tone. "I know you will baby. Now give me a hug and kiss before you go." Maverick crouched down and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. "Too tight Daddy... can't breathe" Harper said as she struggled against her father. He kissed her head as Bradley took her hand to walk her into school.

"You keep an eye out for her now Bradley!" Maverick called as they walked into the building. "I promise I will always look after my Wingman Uncle Mav!" Bradley said as they waved goodbye to their parents. Maverick turned away and walked back to Carole who was waiting for him with tears in his eyes.

"Pete, you big sap, it's just Kindergarten she will be fine." Carole said playfully punching him in the shoulder. "Come on let's go get some coffee so you can pull yourself together. Can't have you walking on a Navy base blubbering like that." Carole told him as he climbed into the passenger seat of her car and they drove away.

Her First Period:

It happened not long after she turned 13. "Dad.... dad.... Maverick!" Harper screamed from the upstairs bathroom.

Pete, hearing his daughter use his callsign knew that whatever Harper was yelling about it had to be an emergency. "I'm coming honey, what's wrong?" He asked climbing the stairs.

"Where are you Harper?" He asked searching for her. "I'm in the bathroom." Maverick went to open the bathroom door but found it locked. "Harper I can't help you if you don't open the door." Maverick told her.

"I'm scared for you to come in here dad.... I... I'm bleeding." Harper said with a tremble in her voice. "You're bleeding? Like how bad... and where from?" Pete asked panicking. "Um, a lot, and my legs I think." Harper called back. "Okay. Let me get my coat and I will take you to the emergency room. Let me call Carole and tell her we won't be coming over for dinner." Maverick said running down the stairs.

"Carole... we aren't going to make it to dinner tonight I have to take Harper to the ER" Maverick all but yelled into the phone.

"Oh no Mav what's wrong with her?" Carole asked.

"I'm not sure. She is up in the bathroom right now. She said her legs are bleeding and I'm not sure what's wrong Carole." Maverick informed her.

There was a pause over the phone followed by a laugh from Carole. "Carole Bradshaw would you mind telling me what is so funny about my daughter having a medical emergency?" Maverick huffed out.

"She doesn't need to go to the Emergency Room Pete, but you might want to head to the pharmacy." Carole told him.

"What do you mean. Do you know what's wrong with her?" He asked confused. "You really don't know do you Pete?" Carole asked him

"No I obviously don't or I wouldn't be calling you!" He retorted. "Oh my God, she started her period Pete!" Carole yelled into the phone.

"Oh... um... okay... so what do I need to get at the pharmacy?" He asked sheepishly. "Don't worry about it. I was just on my way out to pick up a few things. I will bring over what she needs and educate you for future reference."

"Thank you Carole. I don't know what I would do without you."

Her First Heartbreak:

"Go away Dad! I want to be left alone!" Harper sobbed as Pete stood outside her bedroom door. She had just had her heart broken by some Dylan kid and Pete wasn't sure what to do to help. "Penny... what do I do?" He asked his wife.

"Give her some space. She needs to have a little alone time. She's 17, and her first real boyfriend dumped her three weeks before prom. It's a lot." Penny told him. "I know but she's my little girl P, she's been my number one for the past sixteen and a half years. Every time she has been hurt I have been able to make it better... but I don't know how to fix a broken heart. Maverick confessed.

"You can't always fix it, but what you can do is listen to her, let her cry on your shoulder, and take her out for ice cream." Penny informed him. "Ice Cream makes everything better."

"Sweetheart." Maverick began slowly entering his daughter's room. "What Dad?" She choked out her voice thick with tears. "Grab your shoes... we are going for a drive." He told her. "Where?" She asked. "You'll see." He replied

Twenty minutes later the father and daughter duo were elbow deep in a giant ice cream sundae laughing like children. Maverick looked across at his daughter and for a fleeting moment, he saw Charlie looking back at him. As she had grown up Harper began to favor her mother more. He had explained to her as best as he could over the years of why she wasn't around. But Harper didn't seem affected by it. She loved her father, her step mother, and her step sister. She had also loved Aunt Carole. She didn't need Charlie. She had Maverick and that was good enough for her.

The First 'I Hate You'

"Harper honey you don't understand, you didn't hear the whole conversation!" Maverick yelled. He had been on the phone with Ice discussing Harper's recent acceptance into the Naval Academy and the topic of Maverick pulling Bradley's papers came up. Harper had heard him admit that he had done it and he was the reason the young Bradshaw wasn't in the Academy.

He had never seen his daughter so mad. She screamed, yelled, and cried all at the same time blaming him for everything that had happened to Bradley.

She called him a liar and a traitor, and maybe in a way he was. Then she said something he had never heard her say...

"I hate you Maverick."

Not Dad or Daddy, or Dada... Maverick. She used his callsign and that broke him. He had never meant to hurt her. She was his little girl... his pride and joy, but Bradley was her best friend whom she was closer too than anyone else. And Maverick had hurt him which in turn meant he had hurt her.

She ran up the stairs, slammed her door, locked it, and turned on loud music.

He thought about chasing after her but he decided against it. Pete hung his head and cried. He was utterly defeated because not only did his daughter hate him... he hated himself.

Top of the Class:

"And it is with great pleasure that I present the Top Gun Trophy for First in Class to Lieutenant Harper Ann Mitchell... Callsign "Siren".

The crowed erupted in cheers and applause as Harper accepted her honor. True to her word she and and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw had attended Top Gun together and had graduated first and second in their class. Maverick and Penny found the two after the ceremony.

"I'm so proud of you Harper! First in class... that's something even your old man didn't do." Maverick said pulling her into a hug. "I'm also very proud of you Bradley. Goose and Carole would have been so proud of you too. I know your mother wasn't keen on the idea of you flying but she would be so happy that you're happy."

"Thank you Maverick. It means a lot to hear you say that." Rooster replied giving him a hug. "Alright kids... let's go celebrate. How does ice cream and pizza sound?" Penny asked the group

"Sounds great!" Everyone replied as the group left happy they were altogether once again.

The End of and Era:

"Harper, honey. I need you to sit down." Maverick told his daughter as she entered her home. She had just come back from a mission and had a few weeks of leave.

"Dad, what's going on? Why do you look like you're about to cry.... oh my God did something happen to Rooster? I haven't heard from him in a few days... is he okay?" She panicked thinking about her best friend

"What... no... Bradley is fine." He said calming her nerves. "Okay... then what's up?" Harper asked now that her heart had returned to a normal rhythm.

"It's you're mom... it's Charlie.... she um... she passed away a few days ago Harper. The Navy called me to relay the message to you. Her lawyers also called. She left you quite a bit of money.... she actually left you everything she had. They also sent over this letter for you to read..." Maverick said pushing an envelope towards her.

"I'm going to go in the living room for a bit to let you process everything. I know she did what she did but she did give birth to you... and apparently she wanted to make sure you were taken care of. I will be in the other room if you need me." Pete said leaving her alone in the kitchen. Harper opened the envelope and read

"To my dearest daughter Harper,

If you're reading this it means I am no longer on this earth. I wanted to start off by saying how sorry I am for abandoning you all those years ago. I was at a crossroads in my life and I didn't know how to be a mother. I chose my career over you and it is the biggest mistake I have ever made and it is something I have regretted every day of my life.

You didn't know this but I always kept tabs on you. Your father sent me photos and videos of you as you grew. You didn't see me but I was at your 8th grade ballet recital. You were a beautiful Clara in the Nutcracker. I was also at your High School and Naval Academy graduation. And I was so proud of you when I watched you receive the Top Gun Trophy.

I know I missed out on so much of your life while I was alive and I will miss out on even more of it now that I'm gone, but I want you to know that I never forgot you, and I always loved you. I couldn't give you the life you deserved. The best thing I ever could have done for you was let Maverick raise you and I think he did a hell of a job.

You have become an amazing young woman and I am so proud that you are my daughter.

Love Always, Mom"

Harper wept as her father came back and pulled her close to him. "She's right you know." She told him. "About what?" He asked looking puzzled. "She said the best thing she ever could have done was give me to you... and that is 100% true. I love you Dad"

The Day his World Stopped Turning:

"Who is calling this early?" Pete grumbled reaching for his phone.

"Hello?" He said answering the call "Hello is thid Admiral Pete Mitchell?" A voice said on the other end of the line. "Yes it is, may I ask who's calling?" He responded. "Yes sir, I'm sorry to wake you sir, I know it is early your time. This is Rear Admiral Smith. I'm calling to inform you that your daughter Captain Harper Mitchell has been in an accident." The man spoke on the end of the line.

Maverick immediately shot up out of bed waking Penny in the process. "What do you mean an accident? What happened is she okay? What's going on?" Maverick practically screamed into the phone

"Over watch made an error and missed an enemy plane during her return to base after mission completion. She took heavy fire and lost both engines. Captain Mitchell had to eject and suffered a partial parachute failure upon ejection. Search and rescue recovered her but she sustained several injuries. They have just finished up one surgery to stabilize her and she is being transported back to California soon. You should expect her back stateside in 18 hours. I'm sorry Admiral Mitchell." He finished and hung up the phone.

Pete Mitchell hit his knees and sobbed. Penny quickly jumped out of bed and wrapped her husband in her arms. "Pete... what happened... is Harper..." She couldn't bare to finish her question.

"Her plane... she was... shot down... she had to eject.... parachute failed... surgery... hurt... stateside in 18 hours... she... she..." he couldn't form complete sentences all he could do was sob. His baby girl was hurt. She had almost died. In that moment Maverick felt like he was Twenty- something again and had just lost Goose. Harper was his world and he had almost lost her.

18 hours later he was speaking with doctors about how she would have to have at least one more surgery and months of physical therapy before she could get back in a plane. 24 hours after that, he was by her side as she woke up from surgery number two. "Daddy?" She called out weekly opening her eyes.

"Hey princess. I'm right here." Maverick said kissing her head. Harper winced as she tried to sit up

"Just rest baby, don't hurt yourself." He told her brushing her hair out of her face.

"Everything hurts Daddy... I really messed up didn't I?" She asked fighting tears. "I know it hurts... and you didn't mess anything up baby. You saved your team, and you're alive. That's what I care about you're alive and with some therapy and some rest in a few months you will be good as new baby I promise." Maverick told her trying not to cry himself

"Okay. Thank you for being here Dad I love you." She said her eyes heavy as she fought sleep. "Dad can you promise me you won't tell Rooster. I don't want him to freak out. You can't have both your kids out of commission." Harper laughed then groaned in pain.

"I won't tell him baby, I will let you decide if and when you do. But don't worry about that... for now, sleep... I will be here when you wake up."

The Big Ask:

"Maverick, I need to talk to you" Rooster said sitting down on the couch next to him. Penny, Harper, and Amelia were taking a girls day full of shopping and self care which was perfect because Rooster had been dying to talk to Pete alone.

He and Harper had been dating and were very serious about each other. Rooster knew there was no one else for him, and being the traditional man he was he had come to ask Maverick for his blessing to marry his daughter.

"Okay Bradley? May I ask what about?" Maverick said taking a sip of his beer.

"Well, Maverick... sir, as you know Harper and I have been together for awhile. And I care about her a whole hell of a lot. Actually I more than care about her. I love her. I'm in love with her." Rooster began the speech he had prepared but his words were failing him.

"And well... I can't imagine my life without her. She is the best thing that ever happened to me... and I just love her so much. She means the world to me. So I wanted to ask, can I, would you, do I have your permission to ask Harper to marry me?" Bradley asked finally getting to the point.

Maverick laughed and patted Rooster on the shoulder. "Bradley, Harper is an adult and can make her own decisions... neither of you need my permission to do anything, however I know Carole raised you to be a traditional. So, if it really means that much to you, or course you have my blessing to propose to my daughter. There isn't anyone else I'd rather her be with." Maverick spoke truthfully.

"Thank you Pete, it means the world to hear you say that." Rooster told him pulling him in for a hug.

Her Wedding Day:

Pete Mitchell was not a man who cried easily especially not in front of people, but the day Harper married Bradley he was sure he could have died of dehydration from the tears he shed.

He remembers getting ready, doning his dress whites to perform his fatherly duty and walk her down the aisle. Maverick was a blubbering mess while he dressed. His hands were shaking so much Rooster had to help him with the buttons.

"You know Mav I'm pretty sure this is supposed to be the other way around." Rooster laughed clapping him on the back.

"I know, I know, I will get myself together I promise." Pete said wiping tears from his eyes. "Don't worry about it Maverick. I know it's an emotional day for all of us. I cried in the shower this morning just thinking about how beautiful she is going to look today." Rooster admitted as he slipped into his dress white jacket.

"We sure are lucky to have her aren't we Bradley?" Maverick stated as he helped the groom finish his buttons. "You better promise me you'll take good care of her, because if you don't do help me I will ship you off to Antarctica." Maverick joked to keep from crying again.

"I promise Maverick. I will spend the rest of my life making sure she is happy."

The walk down the aisle felt like the longest five minutes of Pete Mitchell's life. He knew one day his little girl would fall in love and get married, but it didn't make giving her away any easier. When Hangman later teased him about the tears in his eyes Pete quickly responded that it was just his allergies from all of the flowers, but both men knew that was a lie.

After the father daughter dance, Penny found him alone at a corner table with red rimmed eyes. She whispered words of encouragement to him and told him that everything would be okay. They sat in silence as they watched the newly weds dance the night away.

Bringing Him Home:

Without a doubt Harper was the most important person in Maverick's life. If she asked him to move the mountains or stop the sea, he would have found a way to do it, no mater how impossible the task seemed Maverick would move heaven and earth for her.

And right now moving the heavens seemed easier than the task at hand. Rooster, his son in law, her husband, and father of Mav's future grandchild was missing after being struck down on what was supposed to be a routine mission. Harper was furious at him for losing her husband, she was madder than when she found out he pulled Bradley's papers all those years ago but Pete couldn't worry about that right now.

Right now he had to find Rooster and bring him home. He couldn't let another Bradshaw woman be without her husband or another Bradshaw child grow up without a father. They had gotten his signal days ago and the jungle he and Hangman were currently trekking through was dense and unforgiving, but it didn't matter. He was going to bring Rooster home even if it killed him in the process.

The pair had been hiking for hours calling out for Rooster when suddenly Hangman stopped him. "Did you hear that Mav?" Jake asked signaling for him to listen "Maverick" they both heard it this time. Bradley, his voice, he was alive.

The men took off towards the sounds calling out for Rooster.

Maverick remembers the moment he held Bradley in his arms again. "You came back for me just like my dad said you would." Rooster told him.

Maverick almost lost his resolve right then and there. He held Bradley close as they flew back towards civilization thankful that he had kept not only his promise to his daughter but to Goose and Carole as well.

Grandpa Mav:

"Pete if you don't sit down this minute I swear you will be in a hospital bed too because I will put you in the ER myself!" Penny scolded him as he paced around the waiting room. Harper had gone into labor earlier that morning and it was was now the afternoon. He had been beside himself worrying if something was wrong but also excited to become a grandfather today.

"Penny I just can't help it, our baby is having a baby and I don't know what to do." He said finally taking a seat.

"It's a hospital waiting room Pete, you sit in uncomfortable chairs, read old magazines and occasionally go get some subpar coffee from the cafeteria... there isn't much else to do." Penny said taking his hand trying to calm him.

"Admiral and Mrs. Mitchell?" A nurse called out causing Maverick to jump to his feet. "Right here" he practically yelled. "If you'll follow me please." The nurse instructed as she led them into the Labor and Delivery wing.

"They're right in here. Congrats Grandpa and Grandma." The nurse smiled as they walked into the room.

Maverick slowly made his way in and saw the most precious sight. Harper was sitting up in bed against Rooster as they held a small bundle in their arms.

"Hi Dad, hi Mom!" Harper whispered as they came in. Rooster left her side to greet them with a hug.

"Alright who wants to be the first to hold their grandson?" Rooster asked calmly.

"Grandson?" Maverick choked out tears already in his eyes. "Yup, it's a boy." Rooster responded patting Pete on the back.

"You should hold him first honey." Penny told him.

"Come on dad... come meet him." Harper encouraged. She gently placed the baby boy in her father's arms. "Oh my God, he's so beautiful, you did so good honey." Maverick cooed.

"What's his name?" He asked looking at at Harper and Bradley.

"Nicholas Peter Bradshaw." Bradley told him.

"Nicholas ....Peter... Bradshaw..." Maverick repeated slowly. "You named him after Goose and... and...me?" He asked crying harder.

"Of course, we had to name him after to two best dads we ever could have asked for." Harper told him smiling. Maverick smiled at the couple and looked back down at the baby in his arms. Little Nick slept peaceful wrapped up in his blanket.

"Hi there buddy. I'm your Grandpa Mav, and I just know you are going to be the best wingman. I love you so much Nick. I love you Little Goose."

BRB crying. Hope you enjoyed this loves!

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The Blood Within Us Chapter 18

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Pregnant! Reader

Summary: Will the reader do whatever it takes to protect the ones she loves when tragedy hits the Wayne family? How far will the truth be tested when she realizes she’s not the only one with secrets of her own?

Warning: abduction, mobster activity, labor

Two motorcycles rode in the busy streets. Snow was slowly falling, but soon the roads were almost covered in ice.

The two cyclists parked underneath a bridge and took off their helmets.

“Anything out of the ordinary?” Jason asks.

The other person lets out their ginger locks, shaking his head.

“What are ordinary standards in Gotham City?” Roy Harper asks.

Jason rubs his jaw, releasing a sigh.

“I’m sorry, man. Ever since I heard about my mom, I started to just be in vigilante mode.”

Roy pats his friend’s back.

“Hey, I get it. But you guys are going to find her.”

Jason looks down at his meter. He doesn’t like people giving him false hope. He promised himself that he wouldn’t believe in those loose terms. If he lost you, there was no going back to his sanity.

Roy realized what he said may have triggered Jay, so he got off his bike to talk.

“We’re not strangers to losing people, especially in this line of work. But didn’t we have that strong optimism as kids? You know, ‘Speedy and Robin: the sidekicks of tomorrow?’”

Jason snickers. It felt just like yesterday, they met at a justice league meeting, and how they just bonded. They shared stories of how Roy stole Oliver’s wallet and Jason met Bruce by stealing his tires from the batmobile.

“I think you mean, ‘Robin and Speedy: boys in tights.’”

Roy laughs out loud, as his breath was visible in the air.

“I know it’s hard to think back when we were just kids, but we were so hopeful for the future. You need to think like that for your mom. She never lost hope in you, in any of us. So let’s not lose sight of getting her back, ok?”

Jason smiles and hugs Roy, internally thanking him. Jason needed to be motivated, to stay hopeful for you and his unborn sister.

Suddenly, Jason feels his phone buzz and he pulls it out.

“Tim?” Jason asks.

“Get back to the cave, Dick and Damian are coming back with intel,” Tim said through the phone.

“On it, be there less than 10.” Jason said, already hopping on his motor.

“Thank you, for everything.” Jason stated, looking at Roy.

“Just doing my job.” Roy smirked before he rode off in the distance. Jason started his motor and rode to the cave.

Once he arrived, he already throwing his helmet to god know’s where. He heads toward how his brothers and Alfred.

“Alright, what’s going on?” Jason asks.

“From our intel, Mom is being held at the old Gotham Hotel. It’s been shut down for the past 60 years due to illegal activity, according to old police records.” Dick said.

Tim pulls up a holographic 3D model of the building.

“Not only do we have to look out for any of the security, but a lot of people are wanting to hurt Dent by bidding on mom.” Tim said, a bit grim.

“What!?” Jason screamed.

“Restrain your anger, it will lead you nowhere.” Damian said as he sat in the corner.

“He’s right. None of you are able to get her back if your minds are not clear.” Alfred said.

Jason was about to say something until he scanned the room.

“Where’s Bruce?” He asks.

No one replied yet, but soon they turn their heads to hear boots walking toward them.

There stood their father, wearing his uniform.

His gloved hands held his mask. He doesn’t say a word as he passed the boys and stood at the end of the table.

He looks at them then back at the 3D model, already taking charge.

“I need eyes on the perimeter, someone to scout how many people we’re dealing with at the roof.”

“I’ll do it.” Dick said.

“Tim, I’ll task you to get mom. Find the nearest exit and take her to the mobile.”

Tim nods as he makes his way to change.

“There’s going to be guns blazing so I need some muscle on the ground.”

“On it.” Jason and Damian said in unison.

“Okay, let’s get them back.” Bruce commanded as he slipped on his mask.

All the sons leave to get ready, turning around as the worry for their father began to grow.

Tim returns, already in uniform. He looks uneasy as he approaches Bruce who was about to step onto the mobile.

“What do I do if one of us find Dent?” He asks.

Bruce looks over his shoulder.

“You’ll know what to do. I trust you.” Bruce said before jumping into his seat.

“How about you?” Dick said, joining them.

Bruce’s features harden.

“Bruce, whatever you’re thinking, it’s not right. We have to turn Maroni in the right way.” His eldest urged.

Bruce didn’t reply, his mind already set in his dark ways. Dick turns around, trying to find any support from his brothers to change their father’s mind. Damian places his katana in his sheath and runs up to the car, jumping in the seat. He shares a quick glance to Dick, letting him know that he’ll look out for their father. Dick nods his head and backs away from the car as it speeds away toward the exit.

Dick looks back to Jason and Tim who also look a bit hopeless. Grayson takes a deep breath, putting on his mask.

“We have one mission to do: save mom and the baby.”

The ride with Bruce was silent. He never stopped once while he drove, not even for the roads that were closed down.

Damian didn’t dare turn his head to Bruce, but he knows what he looks like: bloodthirsty. Damian knew the feeling, he felt like that every day of his young life.

“You’re worried I’m going to kill him, aren’t you?” Bruce asks out loud, breaking the glass.

Damian just stares at his hands.

“I don’t blame you, I’d do it too if I had the chance.” Damian mutters, feeling sick to his stomach as you’re out there alone.

Bruce looks at his son who looked conflicted.

“Your mom saved me, many times. Whether it be coming back to her with broken bones or a heavy heart, she took care of me… even when I don’t deserve her.”

Dami looks out the window, feeling like a helpless child.

“She’s more of a hero than any of us were.”

Bruce returned his attention to the road, his hands grabbing hard onto the steering wheel.

“She is.”

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You and Harvey were forced back into a musty kitchen in the back of the banquet room. All of the guards were either outside guarding the area or counting in the people for the bid. You’ve felt more defeated than ever, especially as Maroni forced you to look at him and burn all of the evidence.

Harvey hasn’t said much either. He hasn’t even looked at you until now.

You were staring at your wedding ring as you were still tied to the chair. You’d think that one of the guards would take it from you, but you think they’d pity you a bit.

“Why am I here? I’m supposed to be protecting my daughter, and now I’m here, risking her life. What kind of mother am I?” You asked yourself, feeling your tears stain your face.

“You don’t have her eyes.” Harvey said.

“What?” you ask.

“Maroni was wrong when he said you looked like his daughter, I don’t even think he took a glance at you when you were born.” Harvey said.

“I don’t want to hear about her right now.” You said, looking away, feeling the past trauma wash over you like a tsunami.

Harvey looks up to you, his features changing. It was like he was turning paternal.

“You’re better than me, better than her, better than all of us. I can’t imagine anyone else that’s selfless and compassionate like you. I mean, who raised four boys for ten years and loved them as your own?” he asks.

You lightly snicker.

“They’re a bit hard to handle, but I’d do anything for my sons.” You said.

“And I know for a fact that they’re looking for you right now, especially that husband of yours. He’s been fighting for you all this time.”

You look down at your ring again, feeling heavier than before.

“I went behind his back, I promised him I’d wait but-”

“You wanted to get back at him, for what he did to you… for what all of us did to you.”

You stare at Harvey, shocked. Not because his words were cruel, but because it was the truth.

“You’ve been hurting for the longest time, and you shouldn’t be answering for my crimes. I’m going to get you out of here, and you’re going to take Maroni down.” He said.

“With what? He burned all the evidence.” You said.

“Not all of it.” He said, opening his closed fist and showing off a memory card.

Your eyes widen. “How... What…” You try asking.

“I knew that paper files could be easily disposed of, so I made all of my copies in here. I forgot I made it until Maroni spilled all the files on his table and I saw the card fumbling down. I faked that I was going to charge him so I could reach the ground and took the beating. You’re not the only actor in this family.”

You laugh, forming a small smile.

It was short-lived as you grunt lightly, hunching over.

“Are you alright?” He asks.

You nod your head, closing your eyes as you inhaled sharply.

“I’ll be fine. Just the stress catching up to me.” You lied.

Harvey didn’t buy it one bit, but he knew not to push too far.

The doors pushed open and two guards walk side by side with Maroni, who looked too happy.

“It’s a full house tonight. I’d love for both of you to attend if that’s alright.” He says cruelly.

You both don’t answer, but the guards forced you out of your chairs and walked you out.

Once you enter the banquet hall, your senses are heightened as half of the room were full of crooks, corrupted politicians, and foes of Gotham. They turned their heads as you came into the room, only displaying a sinister smile. You and Harvey were separated as he was kept to the side. A guard takes you to the stage and forces you on your knees, making you wince as you probably scrapped them.

Maroni claps his hands in delight, grabbing the attention of the room.

“Friends, allow me to introduce to you the spawn of your enemy.” He announced.

A grumble spreads around the room, some surprised or impressed. You felt you were an attraction at a circus, people watching you with vicious eyes and cold hearts. Soon your ringmaster turns to you temporarily, more villainous than any man breathing in this room.

“Let the chaos begin.”

After his statement, there was a sound that pattered across the floor, like someone dropped a metal sphere. It stopped in its place, then it exploded in a puff of smoke. The whole room yelled, almost as if someone was fighting others.

You held your breath, knowing what was happening. You know the mysterious gadgets that can go undetected in the public eye.

Maroni gets angry, trying to order his men to clear the smoke.

Suddenly, out came a man cloaked and masked. No one could see the majority of his face, but you did…

It was full of rage.

“Batman.” Maroni mutters under his breath, almost afraid.

Out of the shadows came out Red Hood, Nightwing, and Robin. A few men tried to take them down, but the young men knocked them out in seconds.

You hear someone landing behind you and see Red Robin in the corner of your eye.

“Are you ok?” he whispers as he cuts off your restraints.

You frantically turned your head around, suddenly realizing the disappearance of important people.

“They’re, they’re missing.” You stuttered as Tim released your restraints.

“You’re going through some shock. We need you to get out of here right now.” Tim said as he helps you to stand. Tim looks up, seeing how the fight hasn’t died down.

With you and the baby to worry about, Tim felt overwhelmed. You guys couldn’t make a run for it, especially since you weren’t 100% at strength. You begin to whimper at his side, holding your abdomen.

Nearby, Dick kicks a goon in his stomach. He sees his brothers fighting as well as his father facing Toyman. He scans to the end of the room and sees Tim holding his mother who looked like she was in pain. He quickly runs toward them.

“What’s wrong?” Dick asks.

“We need a clearing for her to get out.” Tim says.

“I- don’t think we can…” you panted, screaming again in pain.

Bruce turned around, hearing you. He doesn’t realize that the Toyman threw out a jack in the box until Jason joined his side and knocked it back to him. Bruce looks at his son in gratitude and focuses on the situation.

“She can’t stay in here.” Bruce said, his mind racing as all he could think was you.

Something broke inside of him broke. The way you were standing there in pain, it was like he was repeating the same day he chose to leave you. He promised you he’ll leave you again.

And he’s going to stick with his promise.

He decided to run towards you without wasting another second, fighting anyone that got in his way. Jason got his back and he was hot on his tail. They finally arrived to you in time as you were heaving. Bruce came closer as he took you in his arms and held you close. You were basically crying at this point, but you couldn’t tell if it was because of the pain or that he was here.

“Maroni has him somewhere, he has the drive for the evidence.” you uttered out before pain waived over your body, making you double over. Bruce holds you steady and decides to carry you in his arms, making you press your face in his chest while you hung onto him.

“Look for them and find the drive. This ends tonight.” Bruce said to his kids.

“The nearest hospital is two hours away including the snow. I don’t think mother’s able to make it.” Damian announced.

As if on cue, you whimper in Bruce’s arms. He looks down at you, feeling his heartbreak to see you like this.

He looks up to his sons who look worried. “Can you make a clearing for us?” Bruce asks. All of them nod their heads and turn to their opponents that were collecting themselves. They make a path for Bruce to run out and successfully made it out of the banquet hall.

“Hold on tight.” he whispers in your ear as he feels your grip get stronger. He aims his grappling hook into the sky and releases, getting hooked onto the ceiling You two flew straight up, away from the fight. Bruce swings his body to jump right onto an opening on the top floor and lands on his feet, as both hands are now carrying you again. He looks straight and charges to a door, kicking it down.

Bruce quickly walks in and searches for a bed in what appeared as the suite that looked untouched. He makes his way to the mattress and lets you sit on the edge of the bed. Your face turned more red and patchy, and your skin glistened from sweat.

“Hey, hey… look at me, darling.” Bruce bent down and took off his mask.

“Br-Bruce your mask-” you said, worried someone could walk in.

“I don’t care. All I care about is you and Lily.”

You begin to silently sob as your husband dries your tears.

“I’m so sorry. This wouldn’t have happened if i-” you release a blood-curdling scream, crouching forward.

He takes your hands and let’s you squeeze it, not caring if you break them.

“Don’t be sorry. I should be apologizing, for everything i’ve done to you. I’ve been lying to you since the start and you’re only here to make things right. You should have never felt like you had to this alone.”

Your eyes begin to water. “I’m scared Bruce,” you whispered, slightly trembling.

“I’m right here, and i’m not going anywhere.” he said.

You were about to say something until you felt an uncomfortable feeling. You grabbed Bruce’s arms, unable to speak as the pain intensify.

Bruce looks down and slightly pales, seeing that your water has broken.

“Baby, it’s time.” Bruce softly said as he helps you recline by the headrest. You shake your head, feeling too overwhelmed.

“No, I want to go home. I can’t do this here.” you cried more.

Bruce connects your foreheads together, as he started to tear up.

“I know, but you can do this, okay? Soon we’re going to have our daughter in our arms, and nothing will take that away from us.”

You look up to bruce who smiles at you, giving you the love you always needed.

“Ok…” You whisper.

He smiles at you and kisses your lips, then goes to your end.

"On the count of 3?" he asks.

You nod your head as you feel a contraction begin to take over your body.

"1, 2, 3, Push!"

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For the Witches

Chapter 2- Before the Devil Comes for You

Jamie’s dark preacher character is the center of this story, based on some of the themes and lyrics from the “I Am” music video, as well as a bit of Dante’s Inferno and general witchy-ness. Full synopsis here. Chapter 1 here.

Chapter 2 below the cut! also my tags are broken so please please please reblog! <3

Harper sat at the front of the pews, sticking out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of the congregation covered head to toe in black. She was nervous, awaiting Jamie to emerge and begin his sermon or whatever was about to happen. A door off to the right of the pulpit opened, letting in a ray of light, which Jamie stepped into. He remained stoic as he stepped up to the podium, followed by three people dressed identically to the rest of the audience sitting behind Harper. He was carrying a book, a bible. However, the cross was upside down on the front of this bible. He gently placed the book down on the lectern, flipping open to a page and clearing his throat, looking up to the crowd to begin.

“Purgatory. This world we exist in can be equated to purgatory. We are trapped within a never ending pull in either direction to light or to darkness. Our power can only come from diving into that darkness, to overcome it, to give way to nothing but light. The only way to true salvation is to defeat the darkness within you, around you. We must suffer through hell, experience the evils that the devil throws at us. We must meet the devil, and deny him, to live in heaven.”

As Jamie when on, Harper sat, listening to him speak. She was in awe. He spoke so eloquently, so passionately. She was never one to be moved by religious speeches, she didn’t grow up going to church or even being spiritual, but there was something that resonated with her in his words. She found herself believing him, it almost making absolute sense to her.

“You know, witches were not evil. They were much like us. They were hunted, burned, ostracized for having the means to do what we aim to do here. They understood the problems we face having the constant pull of darkness and light. They didn’t fear it, they had it all figured out. They too gravitated to the dark, to understand the evils that be. They aimed to bring peace and harmony to this earth. That’s what the Wiccans and the Pagans believed in, harmony. Yet they were murdered for it. So he we are. I am for the witches. We are for the witches. The witch trials all those years ago were a holy matricide, carried out by those who were too lost and frightened to listen. Their sacrifice only furthers our purpose. They live on within us. We carry on the spirit of their goal. For the witches.”

Harper found herself becoming overwhelmed with emotion, but she could not understand why. For the witches... kept echoing in her.

“I stand before you now as we carry on our journey together. You all know that I'm an omen, I'm a showman...I'm the holy lord. So, before the devil comes for you,” Jamie pointed directly at Harper, causing her breath to catch. “Make sure you have paid your dues.”

Harper stared back at him, feeling like his soul was staring straight into hers. His pale blue eyes flickering to black momentarily. She felt a jolt through her core. It didn't frighten her, however. It invigorated her.

“Thank you, everyone. That’s all for today. Tomorrow evening, we will gather at the altar.” Jamie took his eyes off Harper and looked to the audience with a smile.

The congregation got up and began to leave silently, just they had exited the day before. Harper remained in her seat, digesting all she had just took in. Jamie nodded to the three dark figures behind him, signaling that they could also exit the church. Jamie turned to look back at Harper, closing his book on the lectern as he stepped down the stairs in front of the short stage. He came to sit beside her.

“So, what did you think?” He asked.

Harper shook her head slightly. “I…I don’t know what to think.”

“I know, it can be a lot to comprehend.” There was a pause. “If you want to leave, we can get you into town.”

“No.” Harper looked to Jamie. “No, I…I’ll stay.”

Jamie smiled slowly as Harper continued.

“I don’t understand why, and I sound insane but… I think this is where I’m meant to be. I don’t know, maybe this is the answer I’ve been looking for. Maybe you were right, I needed this new perspective. I can’t explain it, but I just feel…like I’m in the right spot. And I guess I don’t really have anywhere better to be anyway.”

“You don’t sound insane.” Jamie chuckled. “You know, I think you’ll be very important here. You're special. I felt that the moment you walked in here.” He smirked.

“I don’t know about that…” Harper shrugged and looked down, and then back up. “I do have a question, though…what’s with the funeral attire and the masks? I felt really underdressed.”

Jamie chuckled. “You’ll see, all in due time. You’re not there yet.”

“You guys really like being cryptic, don’t you?” Harper’s brow furrowed. “I mean I guess that fits in with the spooky vibe you’re going for.”

Jamie chuckled again. “Well, if you must know. It’s for their protection. What we do here…there are some risks. in showing your face, in being easily recognizable.”

“What like, requiring an eyewash station or something? Like a chemistry class?” She asked, looking around.

Jamie shook his head. “No…more dangerous than chemistry class. Tomorrow, it’ll make sense if you join us at the altar. We will be doing a ritual.”

“A ritual? Like, a sacrifice? Am I like, the lamb, here? Just tell me now if you’re gonna kill me at least so I can mentally prepare.” Harper leaned back against the hard bench.

Jamie laughed, his smooth raspy voice echoing in the empty hall. “Oh god no, no of course not! We’re not that kind of group.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, reassuring her.

Harper laughed too. “Okay, okay that’s good. You had me there for a second, Jamie.”

They sat in silence for a brief few seconds, looking at each other. Harper began to feel comforted by Jamie, as if they had been longtime friends, someone she had known her whole life.

He took a breath. “Come, they’ll be starting dinner soon.”

He stood up and began walking down the aisle towards the back of the church. Harper still sat for a few seconds, confused. She shook her head and got up to follow Jamie out of the church. They walked into the little wooded village they had come from before the service, and up to the largest house of all of them, but still somewhat modestly sized. It looked like it was once an old chalet, hidden away for its previous owner’s forest serenity. It had a wrap around porch, which was littered with chairs and small tables, as well as plants and flowers. Just below the fencing of the porch, in front of it, were patches of garden as well. It looked like vegetables were being grown.

Harper followed Jamie up the steps into the large cabin to join the congregation in a communal dinner. There she got to know many of the people, including the three who stood behind Jamie during the service. Avery, Ryan, and Maggie. They were members of the clergy, which was made up of only the four of them entirely, and they all lived in this larger cabin, which also served as a general space for everyone. Jamie had said that the four of them had known each other for a long time and started this whole movement. There was a brief hush hush discussion about the upcoming ritual between them. Harper tried to listen in, but there was too much commotion around them as everyone engaged in conversation and ate their meal.

The following evening, Harper lay in her bed before this ceremony. She had just changed into an all-black ensemble given to her by a fellow congregate. She felt a pit in her stomach, not knowing what to expect. I’m really putting a lot of faith into these people, she thought to herself. But she could not deny how intrigued she was, and how desperately she sought meaning to her life. With all of this having fallen into her lap, she would be remiss if she didn’t explore it, right? In the silence, there was a knock on Harper’s door. She got up from her prone position on the bed to go open it. There, she was met with Jamie.

“Hey there.” He smiled, tipping his hat. “Are you ready?”

“Uh, yeah…yeah I’m ready.” She said, subconsciously wringing her wrists.

“There’s no need to be nervous, but if you are, you don’t have to join us for this. Totally understandable.” He tilted his head toward her.

“No, no. I’m happy to join.” Harper shook her head. “I want to be there.” She smiled back.

Jamie smiled and nodded as he took her hand, leading her down the hall of the house she now shared with Clara. He led her out of the home and back towards the church. Instead of entering the main hall that she had become acquainted with, Jamie let go of her hand to open a bulkhead leading down underneath the building. Harper felt her breath speed up in her chest as the descended into the darkness. They came upon a room with a table, some chairs, and large slab of rock with a cross carved into it. The only lighting in the room were candelabras lining the walls, and taper candles arranged in a circle in the middle of the table, where the others all sat. Jamie motioned for Harper to take a seat with them.

“Now,” Jamie said, walking up to the slab of stone. “Let’s begin. Who would like to volunteer?”

There was a quick exchange of glances between everyone, with no words spoken. A young man stepped forward slowly in front of the rest of them.

“I will.”

“Zack…wonderful. Thank you.” Jamie smiled. “Please…” He motioned toward the altar.

The young man called Zack slowly removed his shirt, letting it drop to the floor and walked up to the slab of rock. He placed his hands gently on the surface, leaning down to kiss the large cross, before hoisting himself up on top. Jamie walked around behind him, guiding him to lay back. Jamie looked up to the group and wordlessly asked them to move in closer. The congregation walked up to the altar, surrounding it in a circle. Harper followed suit, a few steps behind, growing more and more uneasy. She took her place next to Jamie, on the other side of the small wooden side table. Without instruction, everyone but Jamie and Zack then donned their black masks. Harper didn’t have one and looked to Jamie with concern.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be alright just this once without one, just stand back a bit.” He whispered.

Jamie then turned back towards Zack on the altar and took in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he inhaled. His hands stretched out on either side of him, where he held them for a few seconds before reaching for a piece of charcoal from the small table. He proceeded to draw an upside down cross on to Zack’s forehead and bare chest.

“Spirits that surround us…” Jamie began, bellowing through the dark room. “Guide us through this darkness. We ask for your wisdom and protection. We ask for your instruction, your lead. Holy spirits, holy ghosts, the devil himself. Make yourselves known.”

Harper held her breath, eyes fixated on Jamie. It was unlike she had ever seen him, his face contorted into an expression she couldn’t decipher. She watched as he poured a red liquid, what looked like wine, out of the pitcher and into the chalice, before then pouring it over Zack’s face and body. Zack began to breathe heavily, almost crying and whimpering. Jamie started to speak in a different language, to Harper it sounded like Latin. The congregation took the hand of the person on either side of them, Jamie reaching out to complete the circle.

“MAKE YOURSELVES KNOWN” Jamie bellowed, as he splashed another chalice full on to Zack.

Just then, Zack began writhing on top of the altar, as his eyes rolled to the back of this head. A gust of air blew through the room, causing the candles to extinguish. Harper’s eyes widened as her breath sped up. She looked to Jamie, but Jamie was focused entirely on Zack.

“Speak!” Jamie called to Zack.

Zack began shouting in a tongue unfamiliar to her. He sat up with force and his head snapped directly to Harper as he pointed. He kept speaking in this language. Harper stood frozen, staring directly back at him. She tried to make sense of what he was saying, and why everyone was allowing to happen. Jamie closed his eyes and held his chin up as Zack went on. Finally, Jamie opened his eyes and placed his hand on Zack’s forehead.

“Enough now, leave him.” Jamie growled. “Be gone!”

The group joined in. “Be gone. Be gone.” They chanted.

Jamie reached now for the holy water, pouring it over his head, speaking again in Latin. He shook Zack’s shoulders as Zack writhed and screamed, before slowly collapsing into Jamie’s arms, that laid him back down on the altar. Zack panted as he looked around in a daze.

“Avery, the sage, please.” Jamie instructed, as Avery nodded and turned to retrieve this.

Harper stood, overwhelmed with confusion. “W-what was that?! What the hell were you saying to me?!” She stepped up to Zack, grabbing his shoulders, but Zack was unable to speak, worn out from this episode.

“He was saying that you’re a witch.” Jamie, using a handkerchief to help clean Zack’s face.

Harper stared at him, mouth agape. “I'm sorry…excuse me?! A witch- what? Why would he say that?!”

“Because it’s true." Jamie turned to her. "The spirit that possessed him. It could see that you have an ability, whether you’re tapped into it or not, an understanding of the world missed by most. You can see it all, if you’d allow yourself. I told you, you’re special, Harper.” Avery returned with a bundle of lit sage, which Jamie waved over Zack.

“What are you even talking about? I’m nothing, okay? I… am nothing.” Harper said sharply.

“Not here, you’re not.” Jamie turned back to her, stoic in his seriousness.

“Is that bad..?”

A smile broke through on Jamie’s face. “No…this is what we have been waiting for.”

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