#because Maddie wouldn't lie to him about not having a child

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *28*

The Drakes knew that they needed an heir. But nothing they did seemed to work. The reason became clear, after a few doctor visits. Jack was infertile. But that wouldn't deterrent them from their goal. It took some time and investigation till they found the perfect candidate. A man with new money who never made a public appearance. Vladimir Masters had looked enough like Jack in his college years and he also seemed to be madly in love with an old friend from college.

So the plan was born. Janet hated the fact that she needed to wear something so low class, but she needed to be convincing. And it worked. She was able to convince the man that she was Madeline Fenton. That she needed his help, because her husband wasn’t able to gift her a child. And he caved in so easily, it was pathetic. But now she had a child that could take over Drake Industries in a few years, so that they could enjoy their early retirement.

Vlad was heartbroken. He had helped his Maddie and she had promised to keep him in the picture about their child. And he had hoped that he could show her that he would be better father for the little one, that she would leave Jack and be a family with him. But he never heard a thing back from her. And he just knew that it was Jacks fault. He probably found out somehow and forbid his wonderful Maddie from contacting him! Or maybe she lost their child and was grieving… Or she wasn’t pregnant at all and thought of him as just as a big failure as Jack!

But when he saw young Daniel he was sure that Jack had been the one to keep his son and the love of his life away from him and he would kill him to have his family!

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A few years passed. Vlad was still detriment to get his son and his mother back. But he still needed to oblige when an invite to a Wayne Gala came. So his plans would be on pause for a little while. But something strange happened. As soon as he laid eyes on one Timothy Drake-Wayne his Core seemed to burn, instincts screamed! And somehow he knew that part of his obsession was in front of him. Their was his family, his son!

#skylers prompts #dcxdp #dcxdp prompt #dpxdc #don't tag the danny phantom fandom #Vlad is Tims dad #The Drakes are the reason Vlad is even more obsessed with Maddie and Danny #he thinks Jazz was adopted later #because Maddie wouldn't lie to him about not having a child #and Janet is really good at becoming other people #so she fooled Vlad #especially because he hadn't seen Maddie in years at that point #Vlads entire world is crumbling apart #as will Tims #because Vlad is still not a good person #and is far to controlled by his obsession #(also stalking seems to be a family trait~)

[naivesilver]

🎲 + I'm not giving you a number. just click the button like you're hitting skip on an ipod shuffle until you see a character that you REALLY wanna make content for. And maybe make a moodboard or a ficlet for them?

WELL YOU SEE MY FRIEND, our amiable spinning wheel of fate declared I should make something for little Cedar Booth, the AU daughter of our most beloved blorbo; however, since she's fairly new compared to the other kids, I didn't really want to pick, so you get a moodboard AND a tiny experimental thing as well. Enjoy...?

Send me 🎲 + a number and I will put ALL my OCs into a randomizer and choose the first OC after the number of randomizations to make something for.

The Rulebook of Being Cedar Booth, Age Almost Six, Storybrooke, Maine

Cedar is her father's favorite child.

Wrong already. Scratch that and start from the top. Paint over it, the way she is so good at doing when she makes a mistake midway through a drawing.

Ahem.

Cedar is her father's only child. That doesn't mean he loves her any less, but saying she's the favorite would be misleading, a lie. There is no one else he could choose.

Cedar's father never planned to have her in the first place. That doesn't mean he loves her any less, either.

Cedar has a father, a grandfather, and several aunts and uncles, because Daddy and Grandpa have lots of friends that care for her even though they're not really family. She doesn't have a mother, but that's okay. She doesn't need one. She's fine the way she is.

Cedar's best friends are Maddie, Raven and Cerise. Raven does have a mum, and Cerise has two, which should balance things out, except Maddie doesn't have one either, just like Cedar. Cedar feels guilty for being a bit happy about this, because Maddie's mum is dead, but sometimes she can't help thinking it all the same. She doesn't like being the odd one out, ever.

Cedar is the odd one out now. That's okay, too. Most of the townspeople are odd, or magic. Cerise and her sister Ramona are werewolves, as is their mama. Daddy was like her once, when he was small. It doesn't matter that she's turning into wood.

Lie.

6. It does matter that she's turning into wood, but Grandpa says that the right people won't care at all, and that means him and Daddy and Jiminy, and her friends and Auntie Emma, so Cedar guesses she's doing well enough. They will figure it out together. Daddy promised they would figure it out together, and Daddy doesn't lie anymore, especially not to her.

7. Cedar's not hurting anywhere.

Lie.

7a. Fine, Cedar's hurting a bit. In the legs. They're stiff and sore when she goes to bed sometimes, even if Daddy sweeps her off her feet and carries her off to her room when it happens, makes a game out of it for her. Cedar loves her father very much for that, and she's being a good girl for his sake, she really is.

8. No, she did not throw mud at Apple Nolan when Apple said something about Cedar's legs. That was Sparrow, Raven's brother. Sparrow likes throwing things and making noise, and he doesn't boss Cedar around ever, only picks on her like he does to his sister.

9. What Apple said doesn't make her a bad person. She's Snow White's daughter, and more importantly, Auntie Emma's sister. She can't be a bad person. She just doesn't notice she's hurting other people sometimes, Maddie said.

10. It's Cedar's own fault that this is happening to her.

Lie.

10a. It's Daddy's fault that this is happening to her, because of what he used to be.

LIE.

10b. It's Grandpa's fault that this is happening to her, for making his son like that in the first place.

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?. She's lost count. She can't say whose fault it actually is. It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be safe. She doesn't want her family to be unsafe because of what she says, even if it's the truth. She shouldn't tell the truth if it hurts someone else, like Apple's words did. She should lie.

Could she lie?

She can still lie, right?

Lie.

#lizardthelizard #ask meme #au: ever after storybrooke #ouat #eah #ever after high #once upon a time #cedar wood #august booth #really does this count as fanfic??????? #idk what I was doing tbh #*waves hands vaguely in the air* Stuff✨✨✨

[evanoracronwell]

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Buck took a deep breath as soon as Athena had left with Bobby. He tried to suppress the avalanche of feelings that had been trying to escape him since the moment Maddie had told him about Daniel. Twenty-nine years living in a giant, cruel lie. Now, at least he knew why his parents had never been able to love him. At least now, he understood why he had never felt good enough. It's because he never had been.

A few steps away, he saw Eddie approaching him while he removed his helmet and gloves and threw them in the back of the ambulance right next to Buck.

"I know what you're going to say. I was reckless, stupid, and could have died. I know that I just..."

Any other word died on his lips because Eddie held his face with both hands with such care and affection that Buck felt his throat close; no one had ever looked at him that way, as if he were hanging the moon, as if Eddie was afraid that he was going to disappear before his eyes.

"Never again, did you hear me? Never again do you dare to pull something like that on me. Damn it, Buck, I almost died thinking something might have happened to you."

His voice was hoarse and choked as if he was trying very hard not to burst into tears right there, and Buck wanted to say something, claim that he was fine and that nothing had happened, but then Eddie came closer, standing between Buck's legs, his body so close to Buck's, that he could feel his heartbeat through his uniform.  As if that weren't enough, Eddie touched his forehead to Buck's, mixing their breath. There was nothing Buck could do but raise his hands to Eddie's waist, pulling him even closer.

"I'm truly sorry,” he murmured, watching as Eddie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Buck followed in his footsteps, closing his eyes and concentrating only on Eddie's breathing, on the feeling of their bodies so close together, on how Eddie slid one of his hands up to the nape of his neck, pulling his hair so softly that Buck could barely feel it, but strong enough to give him the feeling of being terrified.

"Just promise me you will never do something like that again."

"Eddie, you know I can't..."

"No!” He looked away and opened his eyes, staring at Buck with determination. "I don't care that this is the job. You can't put yourself in danger like that, do you understand me? What the hell am I going to say to Christopher if something happens to you? That boy loves you, Buck; you're too important to him."

"I know, but Eddie I..."

"What about me? Damn Buck, what the fuck am I supposed to do if something happens to you? Have you ever stopped to think about that? I know you always put other people above yourself, that you always want to save everyone and you don't care to put your life on the line to do it, but... think of me, okay? If you want to put others above yourself so badly, then put me and Chris first. Every time you decide to risk yourself like this, think first about what it would do to us. "

"Eddie, I'm so sorry... you're right. I didn't think what it would do to you and Chris. Honestly, I didn't think it could affect you so much."

"How could you not know, Buck? How can you not know how important you are to us? Buck, I...” he took a deep breath again and then took Buck's face in his hands one more, making the blonde look at him directly in the eyes. "If anything happened to you, I would completely lose my mind; do you understand that? I would die, Buck, okay? You are everything and... you can't... never... okay? You can't leave me."

"I won't,” he says as firmly as he can, his blue eyes are already wet with tears and his voice breaking slightly. But he holds Eddie around the waist again and pulls him even closer than before, hugging him tightly as he sinks his face against his neck, breathing in the smell that is so unmistakably Eddie even under the smell of all the smoke.

"Please Buck, I know there's something going on inside your head. Please talk to me; it kills me to see you like this."

"I wasn’t enough, Eddie,” he grumbles against Eddie's neck, feeling like he just wants to hug him even tighter, and stroking the back of his neck. "They had me as a baby savior, but I couldn't save Daniel... I wasn't enough, and they hated me for it."

"Hey, no. Buck, you can't blame yourself for that, do you hear me? Your parents had no right to put that weight on you, much less the right to walk away from you after Daniel died. That's on them, Buck, not you. "

"Maybe. But they were also right, weren't they? I always do everything wrong, Eddie; I was a handful to Bobby when I walked into the fire department, always being irresponsible and reckless. I wasn't there when Maddie needed me, I... Eddie, I lost Christopher; you trusted me, and I... I lost him. "

"No, Buck!”Eddie moved away again, just enough to look into Buck's eyes, but close enough to still keep him in his arms. "You are an excellent firefighter, and Bobby couldn't have anyone better than you at 118. You took care of Maddie and protected her ever since she came to LA; you were there, Buck, every step of the way you stood beside her. And Chris... Jesus, Buck, you need to stop blaming yourself for this. You never lost him, Buck, a tsunami happened and you did everything to make sure he was safe, nothing that happened was your fault. "

"Yeah maybe, but I..."

"God, you have no idea how much I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. Maybe that way you would see the wonderful man you are. You care about everyone, you are loving and caring, you are always willing to help and reach out to anyone who needs it. "

Eddie smiled tenderly and ran his fingertips over Buck's face, wiping away the tears that were starting to trickle down the blonde's cheek.

"You are the man who spends his nights off playing video games with my son or watching cartoon movies; you help him with his homework and read about the subjects he’s interested in so you can talk to him about them later. You play lego with him on my living room floor, read bedtime stories to him, and make pancakes for breakfast because you know he loves them and that I can’t keep from burning them. You’re the man who assures me that I’m an excellent father every time I doubt myself, the guy who helped me build a skateboard so my son can feel like any other child. You are... something, Buck. You are unique. You are special. "

"Eddie..."

"And above it all, Buck, you are enough. You are more than enough for Christopher, and you are more than enough for me. Maybe your parents can't see it, but then, it's their fault, it's their loss. I just need you to know that you're not alone, Chris and I are here; you've got us, ‘cause we're not going anywhere, but I need you to stay too, okay? I need you to promise me you won't go anywhere either, Buck, because I wouldn't know how to survive if you did. "

"I promise."

"Do you mean that?"

"Yes, I promise, Eddie. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."

"Good, because I love you, Buck; I'm completely in love with you and I can't lose you, do you understand?"

Buck was going to answer, he really was going to say something, because, honestly, he had a million things to say in that moment. He wanted to say that he was also completely in love with Eddie, he wanted to say that he couldn't lose him either and that just the thought of something like that happening had left Buck awake for several nights. He wanted to say that when he had seen Eddie buried under all that mud, not knowing if they were going to get him back alive, that at that moment Buck had almost died, that for a few minutes he’d had to imagine his whole life without Eddie and that he would rather die than face that future. He wanted to say that he loved Christopher so deeply that it scared him sometimes, that he would give his life for that boy. There were a million things he wanted to say; but how could he say anything when Eddie pressed his lips against Buck's so firmly and so smoothly at the same time? How could he speak any words when he was being kissed by the man he loved with all his heart and soul? There he was, living a moment that he had lived countless times in his dreams, but that he had never thought he would be able to experience in reality.

And it was beautiful, it was intense, it was passionate and it tasted like a bright future. It was not the scene he had dreamed of; it didn’t have the romantic atmosphere of a candlelight dinner and music playing in the background. What they had were sirens and voices echoing everywhere, and the smell of smoke and the fumes of whatever product came from that factory.

It was messy and sloppy and perfect, and Buck wouldn't change a thing.

"Come home with me," Eddie murmured against his lips. Home. That sounded good.

When they were finally released from their shift, Eddie drove through the streets of Los Angeles holding Buck's hand against his thigh, refusing to stop touching him even for a second, as if he needed a guarantee that Buck was there, alive, beside him. And Buck would never deny Eddie's touch.

Entering Eddie's house brought a warm feeling to his chest; here he felt welcome and at home... but then again, home always seemed to be wherever Eddie and Chris were.

"We need to clean up," Eddie whispered as he took Buck's hand and led him to the bathroom. There was nothing sexual about the way they slowly undressed each other, nor the way they got under the shower, washing away any traces of soot and dirt from their skins. Eddie hugged him under the jet of hot water, his hands running down Buck's back, stroking him tenderly. He kissed Buck's hair, his forehead, his birthmark, his cheek, his nose, his lips. The second kiss was even better than the first, and the third better than the second.

They kissed without the slightest hurry, only concerned with savoring the taste of one another exploring every inch of each other's mouths, memorizing every second; because now they can.

And later, when they were both lying on the bed in nothing but their underwear, Buck curled up in Eddie's arms, feeling calm and welcomed in the warmth of Eddie's skin and the feeling of his breath against his neck. The darkness in the room seemed perfect at that moment, and Buck was lost in the rhythmic beating of Eddie's heart against his back.

"Eddie?"

"Yes, cariño?"

"I love you, too."

He was finally home.

#buddie #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #buck x eddie #evan buck buckley #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #Episode: s04e05 Buck Begins #buck begins #911 fox #911 fic #that's what should had happened #buck deserves better #buck deserves the world #i never know how to tag these

[empatheticagent]

Normally Ray was almost hyper aware of everyone around him when he was in public. This time though was different. He wasn't in tune with them at all, too focused on his thoughts, on the message he kept rereading on his phone. Along with a location, he had been sent a message from an unknown number:

[location] Meet me there. We need to talk. I need your help. -Maddi

Maddi. He had only ever called one person by such a nickname. Madelyn Murphy. His ex-girlfriend, who turned out to be the daughter of a mafia boss. They'd sent Riggs after him and left him for dead, yet here she was (apparently) asking for his help. It could have been a trick by someone who had read up on his background, but he had a gut feeling that this was legitimate.

But what could someone like her need his help with?

Ray hadn't totally gone off on his own on the trip. He had spoken to Nic (worried Marco would refuse and potentially stop him from going altogether). The agreement was that Nic would travel to the location separately and keep his distance, observing and ready to either step in and help, or call for someone who could.

Ray was nervous. Of course he was. What if it really was her, but the call for help was just a ruse to make sure he really was dead this time?

It was a risk, but still… Ray sensed this wasn't the case.

When he got there, he was surprised to see the woman that Sterling had described a couple of weeks ago. He frowned, confused.

"Raymond."

Oh. Just that one word, the way she said it… So the LENS scientist that had asked about him was really Madelyn all along.

"... Madelyn? God, you- You look… different. Your hair's a lot shorter…" he said, shoving his hands in his coat pockets to avoid fidgeting nervously.

"Well it has been eleven years Raymond," she replied. The tone was kind, gentle. Not threatening. "You look… worn out."

"But alive."

She frowned at the bitter tone. "I'm glad. Really. Look, that whole thing with the hired guy… I didn't want that. It was all my father's decision and after… I cut him off."

If she had come and said this in the past, Ray wouldn't have believed a word of it. But he was studying her, watching her aura. The emotions couldn't lie. And they were honest. She wasn't lying. There was a fear, but it wasn't tied to her words. The fear was something else.

"So you-" Ray let out a breath, pacing for a moment before turning back to look at her. "Then why, Madelyn? Why did he send Riggs after me then?"

"Because-" 'Charis' paused, shifting nervously. She reached up, playing with an earring. She lowered her voice, but kept eye contact to make sure he could see she was honest.

"...because I have a child." She took a deep breath. "... We have a child."

"You- Wait. We?!" When Ray saw her nod, he stepped back. He looked around for a moment, struggling to hold himself together. He needed to breathe. There was still no dishonesty in her aura. A child? Them? HE had a child?

"Raymond?" she reached a hand out towards him, but at first he flinched away, shaking his head. "Ray? Come here, sit for a moment…"

He vaguely felt her hand on his back, guiding him towards a nearby bench. Ray sank down onto it, hands running through his hair.

"Breathe Ray," she said gently. Madelyn tried to rub his back, as if falling into an old habit, but she pulled her hand away and simply sat next to him after he went tense. "Sorry."

It took a few minutes, but Ray finally managed to calm down enough to speak again.

"...So…” He started, only to pause to make sure he got the numbers right. Last he saw her was a few months or so before the New York invasion. “It’s been… nearly 12 years?”

“She is 11. About to be, at least. The 17th”

He had a daughter. A nearly 11 year old daughter.

Ray let out a shaky breath, gaze focused on the ground as he tried to process it all. Charis held out her phone, waiting for him to look at something on it. A picture. A girl with a very familiar shade of blue eyes. Reddish brown hair. A half smile, much like his own nervous one. He reached out for the phone, Charis letting him take it for a better look. He sat there, staring at the picture.

“Her name’s Hailey,” Charis gently told him. “She loves horses.”

“Great. Even without my influence.” Ray chuckled. He was quiet for a bit, hesitating. “Do I get to… Can I meet her?” He asked, looking up at the ginger.

She looked nervous. “Well…that’s where I need your help. My father knows about her and so do old rivals now. She was targeted recently. I need her out of the way, until it’s sorted. I need her somewhere safe.”

“You… The help you want-?”

“I was hoping you could take her. So she’s not just sent off to strangers. I want her with family. And you’ve got powers of your own, I hear. And SHIELD to back you up…”

With family. Right. He was her father.  “Uh… It’s a lot to process,” Ray started, when she looked worried he quickly added “I’m not saying no! I did just ask to see her. I just… need time to set something up. Like, a couple of days at least, if it’s safe to do that?”

“A couple of days should be alright,” Charis nodded. “Thank you.”

They talked a bit longer, then Charis excused herself to go get Hailey ready. Only when she had left did Ray remember he had arranged to have Nic watch from a distance, reminded by the sight of the other agent approaching.

“Hey, glad to see you’re still alive!” Nic joked, trying to get Ray to relax a bit. He reached a hand out, hovering by Ray’s shoulder until he got a nod of approval. He patted Ray’s shoulder, then handed over a coffee he’d brought Ray.

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” Nic said as he sat beside Ray, taking the same spot on the bench that Charis had. “Congratulations dad. Uh… how are you going to explain to Cassie though after she freaked out over robodog?”

“I don’t know,” Ray groaned, already frustrated by the thought of it. Cassie wasn’t his biggest concern though. How was Germaine going to react to the news?

#👀 new plot. Who this? #scheduled posty #baby tag #Just in case bc it mention early stuff vaguely