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witchthewriter · 7 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬' 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: swears, mention of blood and bruising, also creeps

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐉𝐀𝐗

・Not surprised, but a tad shocked. He was used to this behaviour from his mother.

・But when he laid his eyes on you, all he could feel was pride.

"How'd the other guy look?"

"Way fuckin' worse, sweetheart," you said with a smirk.

"That's my girl."

・His arm wrapped around you as you left the station, Unser already pulling strings to get you out. Plus, the guy wasn't going to press charges.

・While getting on the back of Jax's bike you said, "You know what, it felt pretty good."

"I know it does babe, but please don't make it a regular thing," he replied and lightly slapped you on your thigh.

"I'll do my best..."

𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐄

・"The hell did that come from?" He asked as you walked through the front door, nursing a very swollen black eye. Apparently punching first doesn't mean you've won the fight.

・"Ugh, would you believe me if I said I ran into a pole?"

"You hate running."

"Fuck, you're right."

・Out of all the guys, he's the most surprised. It took him a while to process it, the story, the lump on your forehead.

・But to him, it meant you accepted this life.

・From his first marriage, Opie was used to having a s/o who was against the club, but with you - you took it in your stride.

・Completely intergrating with it.

・He pulled you onto his lap, cupping your face.

"That's a fucking big one," Opie said, tracing the outline of the bruise.

"I know. But I was the only one left standing."

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐒

・Taken aback, mostly upset because you were arrested.

"You're saying my Old Lady, Y/n Telford, was arrested?"

"Yes," Unser said on the other side of the call. He watched you from the door.

Your head was leaning against the cold brick wall. Eyes shut, nose bleeding, but that was the extent of your injuries.

"And may I ask why, she got arrested," Chibs growled.

"She assaulted someone," with Unser's reply, a smile grew on your face.

"She fuckin' what-" then the line went fuzzy and all Unser heard was "I'm coming," before Chibs hung up.

・You weren't worried. Not about being arrested. Because you knew Chibs wouldn't let you stay in here.

・And you were right, because that very afternoon you were released and Chibs grabbed ahold of your face, checking for injuries.

"What were you thinking lass?"

"Oh honey, I wasn't-"

𝐓𝐈𝐆

・Surprised and kinda turned on by it

・It had been pure luck that you weren't arrested. The Sheriffs had been occupied with actual crime ... not a woman punching a creep square in the face.

・However, once Tig came home and saw the swollen, bruised hand of yours, he instantly knew what had happened.

"Look, all I'm gonna say is ... I'm proud of you baby. You put those creeps in their places. But next time, I want a few rounds too."

・You smiled up at him, and went to push yourself up from the couch but grimaced as you used your hand.

"Yeah, it's gonna be a bit tender for a while. Just relax. I'll do whatever you need me to."

・And then he came over and kissed your hand, examining the darkness that was still developing, the splits in the skin.

"Sheesh, you did a good job," Tig mumbled and went to go get your first aid kit.

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘

・The PROUDEST.

・The next day he told everyone in the meeting what happened and all the Sons clapped him on the back.

"Happens to all of us," Jax said with a wink.

・Not only was happy, Happy, he was ecstatic. Because it meant you weren't averse to violence...

・Not that he would readily bring it into the home now, it just meant that you didn't find him or his work disgusting.

・He's always worried about that. That one day, you'll just up and leave because this life isn't for you.

・But you know how he feels, and it was part of the reason why you gave that guy a shiner.

・He would've been only a few years older than you, but he wouldn't stop hitting on you. Not even when you told him you weren't single.

・So you thought, "fuck it, my family is a fucking bikie club," and you went for it.

・Explaining that to Happy made him ... kind of emotional.

𝐉��𝐈𝐂𝐄

・Completely shocked.

・Not in a million years did he think you would be in a fight. Or at least a punch up.

・You were quite fiesty, and that's part of the reason why he loved you

・But he never thought that side of you would become physical.

"Babe, why?" Juice asked over his bowl. He had made dinner that night, wanting to do something.

"The fucker kept on staring at me. Even after I told him to knock it off, twice."

"Oh, he had it coming then."

・A part of him was upset that you had to defend yourself. He always wants to be the one to do that.

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wiirocku · 2 years

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Psalm 66:5 (NKJV) - Come and see the works of God; He is awesome in His doing toward the sons of men.

#Psalm 66:5 #come #see #works #of God #He is #awesome #in His #doing #toward #the sons #of men #song

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puchidoodle · 2 years

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i think angelo and zoltan should be friends, and i think that this is the only acceptable dynamic for them

#angelo sauper #zoltan akkanen #mobile suit gundam #mobile suit gundam narrative #mobile suit gundam unicorn #the babies #the boys #the sons #puchidoodles

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hpandcarbs · 3 months

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Things Percy Jackson remembers in Son of Neptune:

Annabeth exists

I met Annabeth at a camp

Annabeth and I kiss sometimes

Fuck Ares

#percy jackson #pjo #pjo series #heroes of olympus #son of neptune #percabeth #persassy

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andy-dandy · 4 months

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love seeing the beginnings of perseus "pay your fucking child support" jackson's crusade against the gods' parental negligence problem in ep 1 & 2 of the pjo show. the absolute KING of "my daddy gave me issues so HE'S about to HAVE issues"

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson tv show #pjo series #i love his faceoff against mr d #'the FATE of the WORLD is at stake!'#'ok AND?'#percy is TRYING to refuse the call but the call KNOWS WHERE HE LIVES (and kidnapped his mom)#'i'm the son of SALLY JACKSON' what an icon

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xekstrin · 17 days

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One of the most memorable interactions was Saturday. Into our booth strolls a small family, tempted by free samples of freshly brewed tea. We chatter and give them the spiel, that the tea is character merch and we’re a cozy health-based app called Forage Friends.

The young girl zeroes in on our pride pins.

“They have my pin!” She says excitedly. “They have my flag!”

The dad blinks. He is surprised, but also calm and positive when he sees it’s the lesbian flag. “Oh. That’s… different from what you told me.”

“That was months ago, dad.” And she rolls her eyes. Definitely a teenager.

I turn to him and say, “Yeah, dad.” And we share a little laugh about it.

He says, “No, it’s great. That’s amazing, honey. It was just news to me.”

“Well, I guess I just decided to stop lying to myself. About liking guys. Like right now.”

A little lesbian just came out to her dad and he was super cool about it.

I’m standing there in my tie-dye mask and my cheery blue apron pouring tea and making small talk and I’m trying really hard not to cry or compare it to my experience, the fire & brimstone, the disgust, the conditional acceptance as long as I never bring it up.

So as this beautiful bonding is going on, the girl’s even younger brother turns his gaze around. He’s in a snorlax hoodie and bored and wants to go look at the swords across the hall. But on the other side of our booth….

“WHY DO PEOPLE DRAW THAT?” He asks loudly, and we all turn to our neighboring booth.

Our neighbors were extremely lovely people. Every time we had a break we would talk, and we became good friends over the weekend. They kept apologizing that their booth was next to ours and we kept repeating that it was totally fine. Their booth was great. I even bought their merchandise.

The thing that was so contentious, that they felt the need to apologize for, was that they were selling explicit titty hentai stickers of popular characters. They were censored with little yellow R18 labels but the content was very clear.

So back to the family: I freeze and immediately go somewhere else to let dad handle this question. With adult customers I’ve been loud and positive about our neighbors. (“Man, how has it been boothing next to them?” It’s been great! They bring a lot of foot traffic and they’re kind and wonderful professional neighbors. If anything it’s a fun juxtaposition. We believe in artistic freedom. I bought a sticker too!)

But this is a kid, it’s not my place to explain anything…. But I was extremely curious about what this chill dad would say.

“Well,” dad says with a long measured silence between each word. “Sometimes people are horny.”

#IT WAS SO FUNNY #the kid was like GROSS #and dad was like its art :)#maybe one day you will feel that way too son #and he was like NO NEVER GROSS #and the dad was like you know what thats true :) not everyone feels that way #but maybe some day you will and you’ll see it’s totally fine and normal #A+ dad #dad of all time #dad champion #forage friends

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mo-mode · 4 months

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AU where Mr. D claiming to be Percy’s dad accidentally counts as Claiming according to Greek god law or whatever and now all the other gods legitimacy believe Percy is his son, but if Mr. D corrects it, he has to explain to Zeus why he pretended he was Percy’s dad so now he’s like “YEP ol’ Perry Johansson is MY child wowie just look at the little fry, you have your mother’s eyes. Please stop standing next to water or you will blow my cover”

Meanwhile Poseidon is just standing off to the side like “how on earth did I dodge THAT bullet”

#EVEN BETTER if Mr D tries to keep his cover by actually treating him like a son #Clarisse doesn’t mess with him cuz after the toilet fiasco Mr D is like “I will feed you to my cult young lady!! good job Peter :)#Percy is like “hey dad why can I control water “and Mr D is like …ever heard of that guy that turned it to wine??#Mr D: PLEASE just help me I can’t keep it a secret for much longer Mr. Brunner: you told him his brother was JESUS???#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson the lightning thief #dionysus #Mr D

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witchthewriter · 8 months

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𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑮𝒚𝒗𝒆𝒓 & 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒚: 𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

Paid story for @alohomorasomnium. Word Count: 3k Warnings: swears, implied past domestic violence/abuse (slight details), stalking

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

You were on the road for two hours before Opie pulled off the dirt road, and down the hill into a small town that had a few shops open. The motel was at the end of the gravel road. It was a slightly odd area, but nothing made you feel uncomfortable. In fact,…it was the opposite. Something about the place set you to ease. The balmy air, the smell of food cooking…the quietness.

Opie slowed down and stopped in the almost empty parking lot, except for a beat-up old green truck. He told you to wait by the bike while he arranged a room. Before Opie stalked off he said he’d make sure there were two beds. And your heart cracked a little, but you just smiled and nodded.

You were fine with whatever he was comfortable with. You never ever wanted to make him uncomfortable, but you also didn’t want to push the limits. He didn’t need to help you. But he was…he has been. And he never asked anything from you.

Maybe you reminded him of someone? A sister, mother, best friend, old girlfriend? And so, he felt compelled to help…those thoughts had been spinning around your head for weeks. Trying to figure out just why he was being so helpful; going out of his way to make sure you were safe.

How could a biker be such, such an … angel?

The sun was gently falling from its place in the sky, making room for the glowing moon. It was waning tonight, and you watched as your thoughts changed with the sky. You started to worry about everything. Your pets, your job, your home… your life.

But as soon as you saw the tall biker exit the building all that pent up anxiety shifted into nothingness. It dissipated as soon as you locked eyes, and he walked over to you. Lifting the bags over his shoulders, he gave you the key and told you the room number.

There was something intimate about walking towards a shared room together. One that neither of you had been in.

Unlocking number six, you twisted the handle and opened the door to a clean room.

With one bed.

Opie grinned but it didn’t reach his eyes, as you both looked at the bed.

“I specifically told them two beds, I can go and get a room change – there barely seems to be that many people here.”

But you stopped him, “no no really. It’s fine. This is great. I don’t mind – oh but if you do-“

“Oh, I don’t mind! I just thought you wanted your own bed. I – I could sleep on the floor?”

“Now you’re being ridiculous, just sleep next to me. I’m not that bad, am I?”

“No, Kaelie, you’re not. You’re actually… pretty fucking beautiful.”

And then there was a beat of awkward silence because did Opie really say that out loud? You knew he did because his cheeks were red and took the beanie off his head and started rubbing the back of his neck.

Tig had informed your work that you would be gone for a while. Not too long that they’d have to find a replacement, but long enough that it was noteworthy.

Usually a boss would ask why, but when a biker said you weren’t coming into work – well you weren’t coming in and that was the end of that.

Bella, Bea and Dobby were a bit hesitant to stay at Tig’s. He had one dog, a staffy who wasn’t used to the company of other animals. So, they were kept apart from Tig’s boy. But as guests, they were given the best places to sit and sleep on. Tig even went out of his way to find cat toys and things that Bea and Dobby may like. A part of him wanted them to have the best stay so they didn’t want to leave (to make him look good).

You were given updates by Tig whenever he could – because he knew how anxious you would be about them. Especially your Bella, who had been your protector for a while. Even during your time with Dalton. She had been a surprise by him – a gift. A pathetic excuse as a sorry for ruining all your makeup because ‘you kept leaving it everywhere.’

You couldn’t help but fall in love with Bella, even though you tried to. As you were the one picking up her poops and cleaning her piss. Dalton was extra angry if he saw, or even smelt any. That was one thing that made it extra difficult; Dalton allowed you to have an animal in the house but there could be no traces of the animal.

So Bella lived outside, but you made outside an absolute wonderland for her. You set up an area where she would be dry if the nights got too wet, and a big bed where she could nuzzle up into. You nearly cried every night, sliding the back to closed and hearing her cry for you.

Dalton had said to just get those big kennel things (which were cages) and leave her in there. He had said, “it’s not like she has a mind of her own. Being in a cage is nothing. She’s fine.”

And it was then that you realised you had to get away from this man. But every time he had done something wrong; pulled your hair too hard, or slapped your face, or gave you insults in front of people, he would come back with more gifts. The last two were Bea and Dobby. One in honor of your favourite franchise that ever existed.

Dalton had no time watching the movies or reading the books with you. He took absolute zero interest. And it had taken you some time to realise it, but Dalton was not the man for you.

Hell, your family took a bit of convincing since Dalton made the perfect boyfriend. But you were adamant on showing how he truly was.

You had a plan, and it went smoothly (although you got a few bruises and bumps from it) but your family was finally able to see how he truly was. And then your life completely turned around.

Because then there was Charming.

Other stalkers donned black clothing, particularly black hoodies that they pulled over their head. But not Dalton. He knew that image was everything, and if people saw him wearing that, he would be suspicious.

So, here he was, in a white shirt and jeans, brown boots and a watch that glinted in the sun. His face peered into your house, and using the key he’d made for himself, Dalton unlocked the back door and walked in.

The cameras Dalton had set up two weeks ago were gone, and his nose flared. Clutching his fists, he was about to punch the wall when he stopped mid thrust, and let logic wash over him.

Will this help?

Or will this hinder?

The voice, your voice, Kaelie’s voice had whispered in his head.

It will hinder he whispered back, and instantly let go of his fist.

And I don’t want any my possessions broken.

No, you wouldn’t want them damaged. I’ll be respectful. I just want you back.

The Prospect that had been stationed at your place had noticed the disruption. With his gun out, he walked around the back to find it opened.

Without hesitation, he got out his phone and called Jax. “He’s here.” From a place hidden place, the Prospect waited and watched at this psychopath.

Dalton’s hearing was usually impeccable, but having all your things at his hands was overwhelming. It was like a child in a lolly store with unlimited money. His joy was written on his face as he looked at your things. The knitting you had done, and still been doing. The bowls for the animals. Although Dalton and Bella never got along, neither did the cats. But in his mind they were just warming up to him. But none of your most beloved items were in your room … your jewellery and favourite pyjamas weren’t there.

But … your underwear was… and opening a drawer, he pulled out the only pair of red lacy underwear that you owned and pressed it to his nose.

Taking a huge breath in, Dalton shuddered, he imagined you here before him and he instantly became hard. But he couldn’t let himself become this uncontrolled. It wasn’t apart of the plan. But he did end up pocketing the underwear.

And when he went out into the loungeroom, your favourite knitted blanket wasn’t there either.

Think Dalton, think…

You had been staying at the biker’s place, but he had already looked into the house and none of your belongings were there either. Well, from what he could see through the darkened home.

Huffing, the six-foot man looked in one of your hallway mirrors and fixed his hair.

Everyone loved Dalton.

That’s what his mother would say all the time. And those usually uplifting words were accompanied by a slap. Or a pulled ear, and then rough words being spoken just under her breath so no one else could hear it.

To the world, Dalton was his mother’s pride and joy, and at home, he was her mirror. An extension of herself. A cruel reminder of all the things she never accomplished; so she pushed Dalton, pushed and pushed for badges and A’s, and trophies and awards.

He achieved them. No matter the cost. Dalton always met his mother’s expectations, because when he didn’t…well, that trauma was what led him here.

You walked around the room, inspecting it, trying to find something that was unclean or downright dirty. But you found nothing. You pulled back doors and wandered about the small space, and everything was up to shape. But in complete honestly you just wanted the bathroom clean, if that could be accomplished then you had no qualms.

But all was well when you opened the cream-coloured door. The large glass barrier was without any smudges or fingerprints. The toilet was next, and god, surprisingly clean as well. You couldn’t wait to have a shower.

For such a cheap motel, they did do it up quite nicely. It certainly wasn’t the Ritz, but you had a bathroom with a shower and a bath, as well as … one bed … that could vibrate!

When you found that out, your curiosity got the best of you, and you immediately picked it up and started pressing buttons. There weren’t any clear instructions but when you saw the big red button. As soon as you pressed it, you heard the vibrations of the bed.

Opie, who had sat on the edge of the bed, one hand on his head, bent over, started to shake. From side to side he went, his beanie nearly coming off his head as you turned up the remote. Then up and down, for a moment he just sat facing forwards, it wasn’t until you looked up that you realised he was on the bed.

“Oh shit,” you said with a slight gasp.

“What the fuck,” he said, turning around. You started laughing and then couldn’t stop. The image would be implanted in your head forever.

You laughed through your words, unable to conceal your joy, “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were – on the bed-“ and then you heard the most beautiful noise. Opie started laughing as well. It was a deep chuckle, earthy and low.

Your words came out just above a whisper, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh.”

You hadn’t meant to say that, you were only thinking it and then suddenly the words came out. Opie looked up at you from where he sat on the bed. He just blinked at you.

There was silence for a beat.

And then Opie looked away from you, then back at you and said, “I’m just going to run out and get a few things.”

You groaned as you let the hot water wash over you. You found showers safe, an easy way to escape what was going on in life. And that didn’t go over well with your water bill. But you couldn’t help it, you just got lost in the feeling. It was like … water was your element. It made you feel alive, it made you feel clean and ready. You hated the amenities that motels, even hotels, had. The soap bars often led your body to that squeaky cleanliness which was really just drying out your skin. And they usually had those stupid two in one shampoo and condition which left your hair as frazzled as you felt.

You had specific body washes you liked. But you didn’t have the room to pack things like that. You were told only the essentials. Two extra pair of outfits, socks, underwear, medications, and that was supposed to be it. But you had shoved in your knitting needles and some wool.

You told yourself you would only bring it out when you really needed to. But half an hour later, after flicking through shitty show after shitty show, you sheepishly brought out your wool and needles and started to knit.

In Opie’s absence, you wandered over to the window and looked outside. Night had surpassed dusk and taken hold over the whole sky. It was navy blue in some areas, but a lot of the outside was shrouded in trees; making you feel small.

You looked down at what you were wearing and suddenly felt too drab. You had gotten ready for bed without thinking. No undergarments, no bra, and you were wearing an oversized shirt that had cats on it and long black trackpants.

Fuck? Fuck! You thought and pulled at your shirt. What am I supposed to do? I-I oh! I’ll stay underneath the covers, and when he isn’t looking I’ll … do everything else until the morning. No, no then he’d definitely think I’m weird.

While Opie was gone, you hastily chucked your bag onto the floor and opened it, scattering the contents over the bed. Where was a g-string? Surely you were in some sort of mind to pack that? But then you realised you hadn’t even brought the one over from your house to Opie’s house. God, I’m gonna buy more fucking g-strings, you thought.

And then another haunting thought rolled about in your head.

Opie is going to see me first thing in the morning. FIRST THING. As in as soon as he opens his eyes … it’s ME who he’s going to see. And yes, we lived together… But we had separate bedrooms, so I was got to brush my hair and use my own bathroom before seeing him.

The scenario played out in your head, and it hit you just how many barriers this situation bulldozed down. And in the middle of the night, what if he wakes up and I’m snoring like a chainsaw? Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. Maddening.

What if he stops helping me because he no longer desires, or … likes me?

Then you found a large black hoodie and you shoved that over your heard, getting your glasses caught in the process.

“Fuck,” you whispered, hair getting caught as well.

Your stomach twisted in knots. And then there was a knock at the door. Opie had been gone for about an hour, not long enough to make you worry but the thoughts started to creep in just as he walked through the door.

With hands full of plastic bags, he held snacks but more excitedly, he brought Mexican food. Shrugging the jumper down, you smelt it before you saw it.

“You didn’t-“ you said with a growing smile. Getting up, you forgot about your needles and wool and walked over to the looming man. He had closed the door and locked it.

“I saw one down the block, and I know how much you like it…”

A blush crawled onto your face, as did a smile.

“So, what else do we have in those bags.”

“Not a whole lot, but I thought if you got bored while we … motel-hopped, you could amuse yourself with-“

And then he pulled out the most glorious set of books.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“The last one only came out a year ago. I think I saw you reading a few of these and I know you didn’t bring any with you…oh and ugh, I got you this too-“ And the tall, muscled, bearded biker held out wool so you could knit. The wool was a deep navy, like the night sky.

You nearly cried from the joy of it all.

He had been listening to you, watching you…noticing you. Just as you noticed him and how he liked his coffee and what his favourite bands are.

“You didn’t need to do this, I can, I’ll pay you back-“ you went to get your purse, but he lightly grabbed your arm. It felt small in his hands, and you looked up at him. Into those dark blue eyes. If you looked closely, one could see a smattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose. But his beard hid them.

“Please, Kaelie. Don’t, there’s no need.”

“Opie, it wouldn’t have been cheap, and I don’t want you seeing me … as a burden.”

“I couldn’t ever see you that way,” he said almost chuckling, but once he saw your face, his small smile dropped.

Your eyes dropped to the floor and for a moment, you closed them. Just making sure you weren’t in a dream.

“I don’t understand, Opie-“ You started to speak, but he silently walked up in front of you and gently grasped your head in his hands.

“Just let me look after you.”

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frownyalfred · 13 days

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Thinking about the JL finding out that Bruce has contingency plans for all of his kids and being horrified. But when the League asks them about it, all the kids are like “yeah! we actually all have them for each other just in case” and move on like it’s perfectly normal to have three different ways to take out your brother on hand (for emergencies).

#thoughts #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #batkids #batfam #like father like son #except it’s like paranoid bat figure #like paranoid bat child

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ton-visage · 2 months

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