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echo-of-sounds · 3 years

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pregnancy

Small headcanons of how Aizawa, Toshinori, Hizashi, Fatgum, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog would be through your pregnancy.

I don’t write about giving birth (as I’m mildly terrified of doing so) so I didn’t add anything about that. Please don’t ask for me to. And even though I’m not interested in getting pregnant, I think I’d be okay with it if Kugo or Ryo were the father.

EDIT: I love picturing all of these men with little girls. It’s just so cute!

Warnings: uh, pregnancy

Aizawa Shouta

Shouta isn’t one to jump for joy when you tell him. However, you will get to see his handsome smile when he grabs your waist, breathing out a light laugh of happiness as he tightly hugs you. His smile won’t disappear for a while. Every time he glances at you, one simply finds its way onto his face.

It may not be by a whole lot, but his behavior changes. Just a little. When you’re out and about, his hand finds its way to your back or elbow much more often, particularly in a crowd. It’s the paternal instincts kicking in. His favorite cuddling position, laying between your legs with his head on your stomach, becomes harder the farther along you are. He adjusts to laying behind you, keeping a hand on your tummy throughout the entire night.

Shouta hides his worries well. Even the people closest to him have a tough time telling what exactly is going on with him. Sometimes, it’s a good thing. He’s a stable person to lean on. But it’s difficult to deal with when you’re hormonal and emotional. He pushes himself so hard to speak more. There’s no way of him understanding everything you’re going through, but when he opens up, he can tell just how much you appreciate it during the tough times. So he does it near-daily, checking in with each other before bed.

He hates how busy his life is. Well, he’s always kind of hated it. Now it’s worse because his partner’s pregnant, and he’s stuck in a room with screaming children when he should be bringing you to your appointments. Shouta attempts to make up for the absence by heading home every night and helping around the house more. Step in. Explain how you value his help, but also need him to relax. If he gets overworked, that would only stress you more.

Shouta changes his eating habits and fitness routines. He wants you to eat well for yourself and your child. He wants you to keep exercising for yourself and your child. He simply wants your body to be healthy. Don’t grumble because he’ll throw your complaining back in your face when the Lamaze coach explains how important physical health is. But don’t worry, his cute smile makes up for the teasing.

Yagi Toshinori

Toshinori is starstruck. Too many thoughts flood and fight. He loves children and has always wanted a family. Being able to father one with you is indescribable. And he never thought the universe would grant any of that. On the flip side, his fear is also undefinable. People know who he is now; who knows what’s out there, waiting to expose All Might’s weakness. The rapid thoughts may bring a tear or two. Cup his face and kiss them away, reassuring him that everything’s okay.

The fears follow him throughout your pregnancy. Like all things (with you and him), there are good days and bad days. His emotions ramp-up during your emotional and physically unwell days. He tries his best to push them down to focus on you. But they eventually end up spilling over. It’ll be common for both of you to cry at the end of the day, snuggled together, talking about the future, worries, and anticipations.

In general, Toshinori isn’t that protective. He trusts you and your abilities. Just because you’re pregnant, doesn’t mean you’re suddenly disabled. You can still do things. Although, he does become a bit of a helicopter. Whenever you bend over to pick up a bag, he beats you to it. He swoops the laundry basket from your hands, claiming, ‘You shouldn’t be lifting heavy things,’ despite it not even being ten pounds. He’s just very watchful of your movements.

He’s very active in dieting, doctor’s appointments, and planning. He eats well, so it’s easy for him to aid you in that respect. For doctors, he has quite a lot of contacts and knows many doctors from his time in the hospital. He asks around, only accepting the best for you. Planning, shopping, and setting up the nursery are his favorite parts. He loves choosing the sweetest colors, softest blankets, and, of course, all the adorable All Might onesies, toys, and superhero books he can find. The nursery is set up perfectly.

Toshinori doesn’t admit how incredibly your pregnant body enchants him. It isn’t always a horny, sexual need. It’s about admiring your body and what it’s creating. He just wonders at you. All the time. Sometimes the changes may make you feel insecure. He’s always there to listen and assure you how amazing your body is. If you want cuddles and kisses, he’ll give them with a smile. If you want gentle lovemaking, he guides you onto your back and gives you exactly what you want.

Yamada Hizashi

Expect a loud song of love, a bear hug, and jumping for joy when you tell him. Hizashi loves kids. He thinks they’re amazing and say some of the greatest things. And he’s beyond excited to see their quirk. Of course, it doesn’t mean he’ll love them any less if they’re born quirkless. He just loves imagining a little one with a similar quirk running around your place.

He is all about redecorating and planning. The entire apartment is getting babyfied and rearranged. The nursery will be beautifully painted. He regularly comes home with cute outfits and stuffed animals. Partly, it’s because he’s just so excited. The other part is he wants you to relax through the pregnancy. No stress, pressure, and unnecessary burden on your shoulders. He’s there to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible.

Hizashi doesn’t just spoil your unborn child; he spoils you, buying you those pregnancy pillows, your favorite ice cream, driving you everywhere, etc… He just hates how much time his jobs take. He’d rather spend his time with you. To help, he’ll ask for time off of patrols, choosing to be closer with you, physically, mentally, and emotionally, during your pregnancy.

In the later months, Hizashi is all over you. Seriously, he will not leave you alone. He’s very handsy, kneading and licking your swollen, sore breasts, and stroking your belly. Your body, and everything it’s doing, is utterly gorgeous to him. He’ll suck away, gently nursing on your nipple while dozing off to Tv, occasionally switching to the other so it isn’t left needy.

Toyomitsu Taishiro

When you tell Taishiro, you’ll only be able to get out a few words before you’re lifted off your feet and spun around. He smooches all over your face, laughing and cheering about how amazing and perfect and stunning you are. You’ll have to ask to be put down lest you get sick from all his spinning. But his compliments keep coming. They won’t dwindle for a while. There’s just too much love in his body to keep inside.

Whatever you’re craving, no matter if it’s pineapple dipped in ketchup, he gives without complaint. He may try some of your odd combinations. Who knows? You could be on to something new. At the same time, he also watches out for your health. The cravings suck. He understands that. He truly does. But if you ate something sweet/not as healthy for lunch, then he plans a healthy dinner for you. Your body’s going crazy. It needs its nutrients.

Your worries are always taken seriously. It could be the most absurd thing to be anxious over. Tai always listens. His cute smile and never-ending positivity help a ton. Your body and brain are going through a lot. He’ll do his part to validate all your feelings. He talks down the anxieties as you eat pickles on ice cream, making sure you are and feel heard.

Since he works one job compared to the others, he’s able to be with you much more, notably during the hard-to-handle days and at appointments. And he picks up extra chores so you can rest through aches and pains. Any choices you make regarding your pregnancy and birth, he supports. He may not agree with everything, but he loves you, and it’s your body. He’ll always put your comfort and wishes first.

Tai treasured your tummy before. But now, seeing you growing with his child, he’s absolutely enraptured. He places nightly and morning kisses on your belly. When he wakes you up, his kisses trail down to the bump. Every night, he rubs lotion into your tummy, kissing and cooing to his child. It doesn’t matter if you’re only one week pregnant, and it’s just a clump of cells in there. Tai still sings to them.

Gang Orca

Kugo is in disbelief when you tell him. He freezes, staring, hardly hearing your words. Give him five minutes. He’ll process what you said and snap back to the present. Watch out because you’re going to get lifted high into the air and maybe tossed like a father does a baby. He’s just practicing. It’ll only take one or two days for him to slip into paternal mode. It’s damn near instinct for him.

As per usual, he’s a gentle paragon behind closed doors. Throughout your pregnancy, he melts into a puddle of sweet honey. His overall affection skyrockets. His hands and claws are as tender as possible whenever they touch you, doing whatever you need him to: massaging your back and legs, rubbing lotion all over, or brushing your hair. He reassures you through tears. He prepares healthy meals that satisfy your cravings. And he holds you all night, keeping you safe on his chest and in his arms.

Kugo goes to every single checkup and appointment. It doesn’t matter if it’s just an ordinary visit to your primary care doctor; he calls out of work and goes with you. At any ultrasounds, expect a few tears, especially when you hear the heartbeat for the first time. He holds them in until you’re alone. The second the door closes, his forehead is nudging yours as small, loved-filled tears fall. He never thought he’d get a family. Part of him thought he didn’t deserve a family, but you’ve proven that false repeatedly.

The farther along you are, the more he watches out for you. He checks in every morning to make sure you took your medicine and vitamins. He washes you so you don’t strain yourself. If you’re waddling, he offers his arm for support and helps you stand. If your back hurts, he applies a heating patch to your lower back and puts your shoes on for you. If you need it, he can carry you to the car and into where you’re going.

As does everyone, Kugo has doubts about his quirk and abilities. People have always viewed those with mutations differently. And it can affect their health, leading to numerous doctor visits and tests. He doesn’t want his baby to deal with the staring, whispers, self-doubts, and distress he did. To support him, talk in detail about his fears and help him realize he’s never disappointed you or hurt anyone. Kugo’s exactly how he should be.

Hound Dog

Ryo doesn’t have a tail, but you’ll definitely see a little happy wiggly before he hugs you. The following week, he keeps you close as he acts differently: rubbing up against you to ensure you smell like him, touching your nose with his, lapping along your neck, sleeping incredibly close, and occasionally smelling between your legs, licking the air around there to smell better. It’s awkward, almost weird, since it isn’t average ‘human’ behavior. But if you love him, let him do it. Please. Understand his nose works differently. It reassures and comforts him to smell you, checking in to see if anything’s changed.

Ryo gets protective when you’re on your period: When you’re pregnant, it’s so, so incredibly worse. He hovers, grumbling low at those walking by. Others barely hear it. It’s intense enough for you to feel it when he’s behind you. He doesn’t like people running up to you, or startling you, or roughhousing or playing in any way. He’s lenient with children, less with teens. Women get a deep growl and scowl. God help any man that approaches you. You might have to have him wear his Hero outfit’s muzzle until you give birth. Though, that might not help because then he’d be protective of two people.

It’s only the teensiest amount better at home. He makes you rest, almost too much. After work or some time outside, he shuffles you to the couch so you can’t overwork yourself. He’s a pleasant change of pace from his typical gruff self. However, as great as he is at the physical needs, he still struggles with the emotional aspects. You can cry on his shoulder, complain, and talk about your worries all you need to. He’s just a bit clunky when it comes to reciprocating the soft emotions. But he puts all his heart into it, and it’s easy to tell.

Ryo is also one who loves pregnancy sexy. You’re swollen and sensitive, and he loves watching your breasts bounce, maybe even leak a little depending on how far along you are. And since you’re already pregnant, he releases and stays inside. After, he lays behind you, keeping himself deep in you despite being flaccid, just feeling how wet and aroused and full you are because of him. When the heated moment is finally done, he licks you clean, nearly getting drunk off your smell.

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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“Let me spoil you, Baby...”

What Kind of Extravagant Date Would the HQ Men Take You On?

Aran Ojiro, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Daichi Sawamura, Miya Atsumu, Asahi Azumane x Reader

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Aran Ojiro:

Romantic Helicopter Ride 🚁🌁

this Olympic team CAPTAIN is a whole ass KING, you feel me?

Aran blindfolds you until you are up on the rooftop of one of the highest buildings downtown then her carefully takes off the blindfold, hugging you from behind as your jaw hits the floor

He hands you a hair tie so you can tie your it up since the spinning rotary blades make your hair fly everywhere (☹️a man)

He takes your hand and you two excitedly walk over to the helicopter where he greets the pilot with handshake, then lifts you up by the waist to place you inside

You can’t stop smiling omfg, it’s a dream come true !!!!

Aran climbs in after you, fixing your headphones on your head and you two kiss, holding hands the entire air ride!

The views are to die for and this gorgeous man literally can’t help but admire you as you peer out your window and dad-jokingly say that you can see the house you two share from up here (dkm💀)

Ojiro feels for his pocket just to make sure the ring that he plans to put on your finger is still there because before this ride is over he is going to commit to you in the sky, wanting that smile of yours and those bad dad-jokes forever 😌💕

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Asahi Azumane:

Expensive Shopping Trip 🛍 👛

Ah bruhhhhhhh

This man is now a world renowned fashion designer b!!

Asahi is so thankful to have you. You have been there every step of the way: sending in his applications for fashion school because he was too nervous, bringing him coffee in the wee hours of the morning because he was still up working on that wedding dress sketch, and you were there by his side after he cut the ribbon on his first store opening in Paris, France

So now that Asahi had time and money after paying off his loans (and yours, secretly), he decided it was time to repay you out loud

Just before LA Fashion Week begins, your boo drives you two to Beverly Hills to shop at various name brand outlets except this trip is only for you 🛍

It took a lot of convincing because you didn’t want to use his money like this, but he said he would quit fashion if you didn’t do it, so you reluctantly agreed

After you stopped feeling bad you allowed yourself to really get into it, in awe at the stores and the beautiful decor alone!

Asahi couldn’t stop smiling as you gasped at the beautiful stores and you hugged the purses, jackets, and jewelry that you’ve only ever seen on Instagram but always wanted

You felt like you were in one of those makeover montages in those movies: the 14-year-old-you was S C R E A M I N G

Asahi sat outside the luxurious fitting rooms with his legs crossed looking like a snack and gave you detailed opinions on what he thought looked amazing on you every time you tried something on

He carried all of your bags btw, making a few trips to the car to drop them off

You thanked Azumane profusely when you had quite frankly shopped till you dropped, and he only kissed you in response and told you that this is only the beginning, and that you get to pick the city to shop in next time

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Miya Atsumu:

Luxury Sports Car Road Trip 🏎💨

This bad boy who is an absolutely sucker for you thought he’d treat both of you to a luxurious dream date when he returned from Europe

Atsumu knows that one of your favourite things to do is go on long car rides..... especially sitting shotgun with your man 🤩

You were obsessed with it and

He just looked so sexy driving with one hand, his hand on your thigh 🤤

So upon return, Miya decided to rent out his dream car for the weekend, one of the most expensive cars in the lot, might I add......

He picked you up suuuper early from work in it, (telling your boss you had some kind of emergency) much to your surprise

You chastised him for lying to your boss but your smile told Atsumu you couldn’t be happier

After the initial shock of the near million yen car, you hopped in and you two were off! 🏎💨

Tsum let you choose the music 🥺🥺🥺 and you two glided up the mountains on the open road: car driving as smooth as seemed real, the windows down, the music blasting..... it was perfect

And the views! God damn:

You then turned down the music so you two could share stories of your favourite memories together as a couple and laugh together

You fed Atsumu fruit as he drove, and he tells you how much he loves you 🥺

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Sakusa Kiyoomi:

A Private Dinner for two, featuring your F/A 🎼 💃

Holy fuck Kiyoomi is everything

He refuses to go to concerts because of the germs, but this black haired beauty knows how much you love them

He is saddened by how down you get when on occasion you have no one to go to concerts with if your friends are busy, sooo

After months of planning, one night when you are sulking on the couch because your Fave performed in your city yesterday and you missed it

Sakusa tells you to get dressed up because to cheer you up he is taking you to a nice dinner.......

You thought it was so sweet of Kiyoomi to rent out Osamu’s entire restaurant just for you two because the dinner was able to be so intimate, quiet, and alluring

You knew your boyfriend would know how to cheer you up.

But what you didn’t know was that as you ate in Osamu’s empty restaurant, your boyfriend had paid for a private concert for just you by your favourite artist (F/A) that you missed seeing yesterday

When you see F/A come out with their musicians you literally scream then faint and your man catches you and softly wakes you up

Your F/A and their musicians, serenade only the two of you for hours

After dinner you both stand up and sway to the music a bit with Sakusa leaning down to rest his forehead against yours like this was Prom 😩🥺

When you turn your head to watch the performers, Sakusa maintains his position, planting a kiss on your temple then pulling your waist in closer, absolutely smitten that he gets to be the reason for your smile

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Daichi Sawamura:

Deluxe Igloo Stay ☃️🔥

WHEW

Thinking back..... you are glad you didn’t run for the hills when you found out how much of an outdoorsman your boyfriend was on the first date

While the outdoors wasn’t exactly your thing, Daichi and his ability to be the best boyfriend in the world WAS your thing

..Yes indeed

You agreed to go winter camping with your man (even though you hated bugs, the cold, outdoor showers, and just anything else related to camping) because you saw the way his eyes twinkled when he spoke about it

I mean shit How could anyone say no to those freaking brown eyes?!

But bitch— good thing you agreed...... because by winter camping your gorgeous man actually meant:

Staying in an igloo hotel was unimaginable

You never even knew they existed!

Seeing majestic polar bears walking around in the distance, seeing white snow flakes falling on your windows, hearing the cold winter breeze but only feeling the warmth of the fireplace, seeing the northern lights at night from the comfort of your own bed while your man had his warm arms wrapped around you:

it was absolutely the most breathtaking thing you have ever experienced

You two had a personal hot tub outside your hotel room which you sipped champagne in and made out in until the hot tub was too hot and you two had to move to the bed💕

Daichi would wake you up with hot cocoa in the mornings, and that was when you started mentally planning how you would propose

He never seizes to amaze you

Needless to say, for some reason, you are now a camping fanatic 😉

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themadauthorshatter · 3 years

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I don't know how long it's been, but fuck it, I'm making another part!

If you haven't read the previous parts you can fine them here:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 and revision

Part 5

Quick recap, just in case: even after his attempt to keep everyone out of danger, Henry still catches up to Charles. Not all is lost, though, because he gets the okay, and two days to reach The Wall, where he must confront a woman from Terrence's past, at the former Toppat leader's instruction.

OKAY! With that out of the way, BACK TO THE STORY!!!

Charles wastes no time driving to the rendezvous point to get to The Wall, after he phoned a friend for help. His friend has a helicopter on standby(which Charles will not be driving, for obvious reasons), so all Charles needs to do is get there, which he does.

At some point during this drive, frustrated with the circumstances and just wanting things to be normal again, Charles screams and shouts to get it out, almost crashing because he wasn't watching the road.

For almost a day and a night, running on nothing but water, stress, and ADD pills, Charles drives to an abandoned airport, where his friend is waiting.

Who's this friend that he called? Well, Matteo Gurtchev, who greets him warmly when he arrives.

"Charles, there you are! I was wondering what was taking you!" Matteo says as he hugs Charles.

"Glad to see you, too, but we need to go. Right now!" Charles replies quickly as he stumble-runs to the helicopter- he's been driving for nearly two days.

Matteo nods and helps him in, telling the pilot to get going.

"So what is your plan here? Why did you call me after so long?" Matteo asks as they sit down, across from each other and Charles lying on his side.

"You know how the Toppats are in space?"

Matteo nods.

"They're looking for the sapphire and think I know where it is. I mean, I DO know, but I don't know know, you know?"

Depsite the confusion, Charles is tired, so guve him some slack, Matteo nods again.

"And you're coming to The Wall, why?"

"Hadiya Wrenley. Does that name sound familiar?"

Matteo gets up and sits next to Charles, helping him up. "Yeah, it's familiar. Hadiya's been an inmate for almost 29 years. Why?"

"I need to talk to her. As soon as we get to The Wall."

"Of course. Now get some sleep."

Charles does not turn down that offer and falls asleep just about instantly.

WITH HENRY!

Henry holds up his end of the bargain and is on the move as the third day arrives.

He checks the base, to make sure Charles didn't just stay there, before heading back out to look for him. This time, however, there's no tapping his phone or tracking him.

Henry, from his place in the cafeteria, stares out the window as he thinks about where else Charles could be.

"Wow, some plan for looking for your favorite toy."

Henry wheels around and groans at Terrence, who smirks and waves at him from against the wall.

"What's wrong? Can't say 'hi' to your old man?"

'What are you doing here?' Henry signs. 'And how did you even get on here?'

"Next time, make sure whoever's manning the beam is actually paying attention."

Henry rolls his eyes and takes a seat, gesturing Terrence to sit across from him, which he does.

'What are you up to this time?'

Terrence shrugs and offers his son a sly grin. "Just bored. Wanted some entertainment."

Henry glares at him, but Terrence only continues grinning.

"Get out," Henry growls. "Or I'll lock you in the brig."

Terrence sighs and stands before walking toward the door, but stops.

"Oh, and by the way, remember to visit your mother every now and again."

Henry gives Terrence a very confused look before Terrence tips his head and leaves.

BACK TO CHARLES!

The ride to The Wall is long and Charles sleeps the whole time, at least until they land and Matteo wakes him up.

"We're here."

Charles, sore from the drive, holds up a hand, which Matteo takes to help him up.

Charles sits and stands up with a hiss.

"Do you need anything before we go in?"

Charles shakes his head. "No. I just need to talk to Hadiya before Henry gets here."

"Don't worry about that," Matteo replies with a chuckle as they walk inside. "Unless he wants to get arrested, he won't come back here."

Charles nods and sighs as they met a couple Wall guards and take an elevator to Dmitri's office, the guards all talking to each other and about Charles in German/Russian, Matteo telling them to knock it off, if they don't want to get reported to the warden.

One of them reminds him, still in German/Russian, "He's not the warden, remember?"

When Matteo scowls, Charles looks between them and asks what they're saying.

Turns out Dmitri got into trouble after Ellie and Henry escaped. A LOT of trouble.

Speaking of Dmitri, we meet him in his office, Grigori at his side, as Matteo knocks on the door and says they have a visitor.

Charles pops a couple ADD pills into his mouth and walks in when Grigori tells them to.

Matteo pats Charles on the shoulder, wishes him luck, and holds the door open for his friend.

Both a silent Dmitri and Grigori are surprised and happy to see the Pilot, given everything that's happened.

Well, Grigori voices this, at least, and actually gives Charles one of those Dad hugs, where there's back pats and rubs, but Charles, who's a little uncomfortable, asks if he can talk with them.

He can, and Grigori lets him sit down.

Charles asks why Dmitri is so quiet, and Grigori admits that Ellie hits hard for a girl, hard enough for three dentists to break the bank.

Speaking of which, Grigori asks if Charles is at The Wall for a position that was offered to him, one that pays more than merely flying a helicopter.

He's not. He's here to meet an inmate, but has something to ask:

"What do you know about Henry? And how'd you arrest him in the first place?"

Grigori hums and leans back in his chair as Dmitri glares at Charles. "You've seen how he works alone, да?"

Charles nods and notices Dmitri writing something, which he shows.

'As you know, he's lucky. Luckier than anyone we've encountered before. We caught him during a heist at just the right moment and arrested him. Little did we know, he and another inmate worked together to escape.'

Charles nods again. "Maybe next time have two guards to keep an eye on new inmates instead of one?"

Dmitri scowls and writes another note, one in all capital letters and underlined:

'THERE WON'T BE A NEXT TIME.'

"Anyway," Charles sighs, "I need to talk to someone."

Grigori and Dmitri exchange and glance before the warden nods.

"да. Who?"

"Hadiya Wrenley."

SPEAKING OF HER, WE CUT RIGHT TO HER!

Where Terrence is barely recognizable from his time in the CCC(if you want a full description, read the Toppat!Charles series), Hadiya is recognizable, just a little aged from her time in The Wall. She has strands of silver in her dark hair and is aging with time, but doesn't look a day over maybe 35, maybe 40.

There's a knock on her door and she's informed of her visitor before Charles walks in, saying hi to her, full name and all, to try and ease the tension.

"Who are you?" She asks sharply.

"Sorry," Charles replies. "I'm Charles. I'm with the government."

"If you're here to take me home, please don't bother. I've made up my mind, and I'm not leaving."

"You don't have to. I just want to know what you know about Henry Stickmin."

Hadiya only turns her head and gives Charles a very confused look.

"His dad's Terrence Sua-"

At the sound of that name, Hadiya gasps and pits a hand on Charles's mouth.

"Don't say his name," she yelps. "That man is the Devil himself, and I'll be DAMNED, if he comes here!"

Charles only stares as she steps back and sits on her bed.

"I'm sorry, what does that mean?"

Hadiya shakes her head. "You've notived it, right? He... does stuff and other stuff happens. He sneezes, a car crashes. He opens his mouth to talk, ten people start beating each other senseless. He... He TAKES something, more things go missing or get destroyed."

Charles pulls up a chair and takes a seat. "Sounds a lot like Henry."

"I'm sorry, but who's Henry?"

"The new leader of the Toppat Clan. Terrence keeps calling him his son, but..."

Although Charles trails off, Hadiya sighs.

"Do you want to know the truth?"

Charles nods.

"He only told me to join because he was 'nothing without me.' I didn't have much to offer, but he saw something I didn't. When I tried to help on heists, he locked me in our room. If I tried having his back in meetings, he cut me off. When I tried to give him an heir, he lost his mind.

"Do you know how vicious someone has to be to threaten a child?

To be so full of themself, that they can't even see what life there is right in front of them? He took one look at him, just one, and ordered him to be thrown overboard."

Charles watches Hadiya admit to all of this as she tears up, feeling his stomach drop as he pieces together what she's saying with what he kniws, and realizes why both Henry and Terrence are so dangerous.

"Have... Have you ever heard of the Center of/for Chaos Containment?"

Hadiya shrugs and nods. "Sort of."

"They deal with anything related to chaos, which is just weird, but wherever Henry is, they show up. It happened at the bank he robbed, on one of his heists, and before he and the Toppats escaped to space."

Hadiya points and sits up. "That happened with Terrence! Everywhere he went, there were those CCC guys!"

Charles lets himself grin at that piece of good news, but his smile drops as a new question arises.

Too bad there's a loud BOOM that shakes the entire complex.

Charles locks his eyes on the ground and mutters a swear under his breath; he should've been more careful with his hiding spot.

Hadiya takes one glance outside and turns on Charles, absolutely pissed off beyond all reason.

"YOU BROUGHT THEM HERE!?"

Charles holds his hands up as Hadiya grabs at him. "It-It was just a deal. I thought I had more time-"

There's another BOOM in the complex, and Charles quickly apologizes to and thanks Hadiya before telling her to stay in her cell as he runs out.

OUTSIDE THE WALL!

Henry and Ellie sprint around the yard and take a seat near the fence as inmates run amok; those two drill pods of Toppats really sent them all scurrying and there's a chance Charles is amidst the fray.

Despite all the chaos, Ellie sighs.

"Man, this brings back memories, doesn't it?"

Henry nods and sighs as well. 'Wonder if anyone will escape this time, too?'

"Heads up," Ellie semi-barks as she looks out in the yard.

Sure, he's wearing the Wall inmate uniform, but it looks baggy as hell, especially at his pants, there's a hunch between his neck and his back, he has a hand on his right side, and he's trying to hide his face a little too much.

Wonder who that is?

Henry and Ellie smirk at each other and race agter him, Ellie commanding Right, Reginald, amd anyone close by that Charles is in the yard and is leaving The Wall, heading possibly towards the woods.

SPEAKING OF CHARLES!

He sprints towards the Wall entrance and yells to the guards he's with the government and would very much like to leave because he's injured amd unarmed; he lost his gun while the inamtes were running rampant.

They don't believe him until he shows his ID, then he gets to leave.

Even though he sees Right flying toward him and Ellie and Henry on a motorcycle.

Charles wastes no time running into the woods and weaving through the trees to avoid being seen and/or shot.

It mostly works, but it really doesn't help that he's not in the best 'running' shape at the moment, so he has to dive under a log and hide when the motorcycles and Right pass by and then stop and start walking through the woods with flashlights.

"You're sure you saw him here?" Ellie asks as Right takes the lead.

"Yeah. 'E didn't get far."

"Alright. Split up, then. Divide and conquer."

Charles watches them stalk past him, the Toppats using flashlights to try and find him.

When he's pretty sure they're gone, he crawls out from his hiding place and starts sneaking back towards the complex.

Only to spot the group turn their flashlights in his direction and make him hide behind a tree. They miss him again and Charles tries sneaking off once more, keeping an eye on where he's going and where they are.

He freezes when he feels a gun against his back.

"Going somewhere?"

Charles, unarmed and outnumbered, sighs and holds up his hands.

From behind him, Henry smirks, lowers his gun, and starts circling around Charles. "I told you I'd find you, didn't I? You really should've listened."

"So what now?" Charles asks sharply, not at all in the mood for Henry being a smug prick. "You torture me until I tell you where the sapphire is or until I die?"

"Until you die?" Henry echoes.

The two are silent, even as the group finds them.

As Charles sees them, Henry grabs his collar and turns and pushes him into a tree, sort of pinning him as he leans into his ear.

"Why would I ever want that?" Henry asks with a smirk as he toys with Charles's hair, where it's closer to the nape of his neck.

It makes Charles's stomach drop and he gets more than a little creeped out at the realization that if Henry was that hellbent in getting the sapphire, he would've bombed the base and looked for it himself.

Lost in this thought, it gives Henry the opportunity to knock Charles back into the tree by his head, which makes him see stars and start to lose consciousness as he drops to the ground.

Just before he's down for the count, Charles glares up at Henry, who lowers to one knee to see what he has to say.

"You... sick bastard."

"Maybe, but look at the one who's winning here."

Charles knocks out and Henry slings him over his shoulder; with effort, of course, Charles maybe younger and shorter, but he's fit from almost a life time of military work, so that's 100% muscle Henry's picking up.

"Let's go," Henry commands. "He's going to tell us everything."

They all agree and head out toward the 'beam point,' though Henry smirks amd widely smiles that he just got what he REALLY wanted, and will be getting the sapphire, possibly very soon.

#henry stickmin #henry stickmim collection #completing the mission #completing the mission au #toppat!henry #charles calvin #ellie rose #oc #slight stickvin #slight ellry

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babbushka · 5 years

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Two Doves (4/6)

Drafted into a war he didn’t want to fight, Flip Zimmerman comes home to a country that doesn’t want him. With your help, he works through it all.

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word count: 8.3k, warnings: N*FW, violence, graphic description of injury, war, gun violence, mild assault against reader

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I was not a combat soldier, So, I was relatively safe, unless Our helicopter was shot at, unless Our jeep hit a land mine, unless Our base camp was rocketed, unless The enemy breached the perimeter. We were, after all, in a war zone.

-- Unknown

Flip sits in one of the only bases they have, reading a newspaper in a language he doesn’t speak. He’s mostly in it for the distraction, makes up his own crossword as he sips his beer.

He’s in a club, really. What a weird place, he thinks, a club. It’s dark and damp and entirely made of straw, but it’s a club. There’s music playing off a crackling radio, surprisingly good signal for where they are in the middle of nowhere. Flip’s got his feet propped up on the table and the toe of his boots sway back and forth to the rhythm of it. For whatever reason, they’re playing swing music, even though it’s the 70s. Well, just barely, anyway.

The booze flows and the soldiers drink it.

Some of them drink too much.

Some don’t drink at all, and Flip commends them for that. He doesn’t think he could – doesn’t think he would want to get through this thing sober, this war.

He’s not the only one who takes notice of a boy – because really that’s what he is, a boy – stealing a spot at the bar, sidling up and asking only for a coca-cola. They notice and they snicker and they frown, and they conspire.

Flip knows what they’re going to do, and he’s already rolling his eyes, already returning to the newspaper he can’t understand.

“Hey new kid!” One of the older guys shouts, getting the attention of a brand new recruit, fresh-faced bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Flip gives him all of a month before that cheerful nature goes away, is hardened by the reality of war. He hates that he thinks it, but he thinks it nonetheless.

“Yeah?” The boy asks, sounding very much like he’s trying to be nonchalant, and failing.

They all wind up surrounding him, and Flip watches carefully from him spot in the back of the club, watches in case he needs to go break up anything. It’s not that he doesn’t have friends among those people, it’s just that he’s only going to be here for a couple more months, his year coming to an end, and he figures it’s better just to get through it with your head down and try not to get killed.

“What’s your name?” They ask, and the boy puffs his chest out in a way that makes Flip roll his eyes once again.

“Eric Costell.” He tells them, and they laugh.

“Well Cost-ell,” The older guy with a big mustache and a shaved head crosses his arms menacingly, “Looks like you ain’t been informed on the way things work around here.”

“Oh yeah?” Eric asks, “And how do they work?”

Flip has to admit, the kid’s got guts, to talk like that to someone like that. The other men all mumble to themselves in an agreement of Flip’s own assessment, maybe this kid isn’t just another pipsqueak.

“If you want to sit with us, you have to drink with us.” Mr. Mustache says, and Eric falters for a moment.

“I can’t.” He winces, making them all jeer.

“What was that, rookie?” Someone else asks, probably the bartender, Flip doesn’t know.

“’M not old enough to drink.” Eric says like he’s ashamed, and Flip does look up now, does take interest, because that’s not fucking fair.

“But old enough to go to war, ain’t that fuckin’ something?” The bartender sucks his teeth and shakes his head, and all of the men sober up enough to realize just how young this kid is. “None of us is gonna tell on you, so here – drink up.”

Something filled with flames slides across the bar counter, and Eric catches it with ease. He peers into it and Flip knows what’s coming, he knows.

“What is it?” Eric asks, and they just laugh, because of course the kid wouldn’t know.

“That right there is what we call The Devil – straight rum and a little fire. You down all that? You can sit with us.” They say, and bless him, Eric lifts the glass to his lips and chugs.

They all watch, stunned, as Eric downs the last of the rum. Maybe he didn’t know what the hell he was getting himself into, didn’t know so he couldn’t be prepared for the worst, but in the blink of an eye the drink is gone, and Eric is shouting from the burn.

The men all burst into cheers and douse the kid in beer, whistle and clap their hands, an initiation bravely competed.

Sooner than the glass is set back on the bar counter, have the men all broken out into song. Flip watches Eric’s face carefully, watches watches watches as his smile starts to fade when he listens to the words, the morbid lyrics that those men are so blind to now:

“You’re goin’ home in a body bag, doo-dah, doo-dah, you’re goin’ home in a body bag, all the doo-dah day!”

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He savors it, the feeling of you.

A man possessed he can’t help but fuck you with such intensity as this.

He wants to visit the station yes, but first – first he must have his fill of you; he’s so in love, so grateful, so fucking turned on by the way you look, taste, smell feel. He’s in love, and he’s desperate, and you give him everything all the time. You’re giving him everything now.

“I missed this – so much – oh, oh (Y/N).” Flip can’t help but hold you too harshly, grip on you destined to leave bruises in its wake.

You’re an angel underneath him, with the way your wet hair splays across the towel covered pillow.

“Flip please, it’s good – so so good.” You’re moaning, high and loud, and it’s music to his ears, a symphony of sounds made by him, for him.

The undulation of his hips wreck you, and he can feel just how tight you’re clenching around his cock, can feel the spasms of your cunt all around him as he makes you come, as your mouth drops into a perfect O, as you cling to him as your orgasm ripples through you.

Behind your eyelids are dancing stars, they rattle and shake with the force of his thrusts. He presses kiss after kiss in between your tits, licks at the sweat that’s collected there, and he comes, not soon after. He lets his arms give out just a little so he comes crashing down on top of you, sandwiching your body between his chest and the mattress.

This really beat jacking off all by himself in the middle of the night, that was for fucking sure, he thought with a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You ask with a grin, cracking an eye and craning your face up towards him.

You loop your arms around his neck and he rolls you both over, trying his best to stay inside you, to keep you filled for as long as he can get away with.

“I feel drunk.” He replies, because he does, and he laughs again.

It feels good to laugh, he thinks, even if it’s because he’s out of it. Everything is hazy and warm, floaty.

“Oh really, all because of me?” You muse, wiggling your hips and making him groan at the feeling.

“Yeah, you and this pussy.” He bites at your throat as he pushes his cock further into you in a half-hearted thrust, really too tired to do much more than be silly, cock starting to go soft. You moan and gasp anyway, and it makes Flip smile.

“Are you sure you want to go in today? We can always go tomorrow.” You try being cheeky, but Flip shakes his head, much to your mock disappointment.

“No, I want to get it over with. The sooner I see everyone and let them know I’m back, the better.” He pulls out of you and you wince, feeling his come slide out of you. You’d talk to him about that later, he knew. But you look so beautiful that he can’t help it, feels entirely completely whole when he’s lying next to you like this, with the bright sunshine of late morning making the room warm and buttery. “Besides, then we won’t have to worry about them coming ‘round and interrupting.”

You nod, and flop over onto your back, chest heaving just a bit. Flip reaches over and grabs his towel from the shower, and wipes you both down, takes extra extra care to be gentle with you in a way that has your stomach fluttering from the touch.

He forgets sometimes, that while he’s been away and all alone, so too have you.

You may not have been in constant peril, but there was something almost as dangerous as the loneliness that he can tell has seeped into your bones, the way you’ve become touch-starved. He has two years to make up for it, because he knows – he knows – that you haven’t gotten affection like this from anyone in his absence. He knows that you wouldn’t have wanted it from anyone else, but him.

Now he’s home, and he has you now, can hold you close and press kisses all over you and can fuck you and laugh with you and and and, but the damage is still there.

You turn over to face him once you’re both clean, reach out and tuck some of his still-damp hair behind his exposed ear as he faces you too.

“They’ve missed you, they really have.” You say, meaning the boys down at the station, and that fills him with a strange sort of relief.

“Jimmy take good care of you like I asked?” He asks lowly, twining his fingers with yours, the two of you just holding hands and comparing the lengths of your fingers lazily.

“You bet.” You reply, chuckling to yourself a little. Flip wants to ask what that little laugh means, wants to hear the stories that you’re bound to have, but you continue, “And Harry and Bridges. You know even Landers offered his help?”

“No way.” Flip’s eyebrows raise in disbelief, but you nod as if to say, I know, right?

“Way,” You laugh, “I spent a lot of time at the station but, after a while…”

The laugh trails away, and he remembers one of your tapes, the way you said seeing his empty desk has become too painful. He can’t imagine it, he can’t. At least in ‘Nam there were no reminders of you. Here, there were reminders of him everywhere.

He’s amazed at your strength, at your ability to not go crazy. He would have.

“I know.” He says, brings your hand up to his lips to kiss the knuckles there, press them to his cheek. “I’m home now.”

“Yeah you are.” You grin, all trace of sadness forgotten in the novelty of having him close once more, smiling as you straddle him to wrestle, “If you ever leave me like that again I’m gonna kill you!”

“Good, no one else is allowed to.” Flip is laughing, and you’re laughing, and for a minute things feel like they’re going to be okay.

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They’re headed off somewhere, god knows where, He doesn’t ask too many questions anymore. He wonders how long until he can hear from you again, wonders when the next mail drop is going to be. He’s starting to crave your voice.

You were so fucking smart, to think of the idea for the tapes. He had cried the first time you sent them, cried when he heard you talking about everything and nothing, just talking. He wished he could talk back to you in real time, wished he could call you, hear you laugh.

He missed your laugh, desperately.

They’re walking through the jungle, soft calls of birds and chirp of insects the only noise for miles. The team before them came through and cleared everything out, killed all the enemies, so there was little to fear for in that particular moment.

Flip was glad for moments like those, it gave him some time to think.

“Hi.” A voice asked, interrupting his thoughts. “Can I walk with you?”

Flip turned to see the face of young Eric, who was smiling at him despite the gap in his teeth. Strangely, Flip thought that was brave, insecure about his own set of pearly whites.

Eric was waiting expectantly for an answer, and Flip found himself nodding, for whatever reason.

“Sure thing.” He replies, and the boy sticks his hand out for a shake, like he must’ve seen his father do once upon a time.

“I’m Eric.” He offers, and Flip takes it, shuffles his gun onto his other arm to do so.

“Flip, good to meet you.” Flip returns the introduction, sets his eyes back to the path in front of them as their platoon walks and walks and walks.

“It’s great to meet you too! I was talking to some of the other guys and they all say you’re a real great shot.” Eric beams, and Flip finds it flattering, if a little sad.

“Yeah, expert.” He says, points his index finger out like a pistol and clicks the trigger of his thumb. It makes the kid laugh.

“No shit?” He shakes his head, “That’s crazy. I’ve never shot anything before now, had to learn just for this.”

Flip’s eyebrows shoot up, and something parental and protective inside him flares up. He changes his mind, he gives the kid a month before he’s dead.

“Really?” Flip asks, because he just has to know, “Where are you from?”

“Colorado.” The boy replies sheepishly, like he’s been scolded, and Flip thinks if he gets one more surprising piece of information he’s going to have to wake up, because life isn’t as coincidental as this.

“No fuckin’ kidding, Colorado Springs.” He says, and Eric laughs once again.

“Aurora!” He says, and damn, he could throw a skipping stone and probably hit Eric’s house.

Well, maybe not, but still.

Flip wishes he had a cigarette.

They keep walking.

“Oh well that makes sense, city boy.” Flip can’t help but tease, and Eric sighs dramatically. Flip has half a mind to tell him to keep quiet, that there could be people listening, waiting, watching.

But they step over dead bodies of fallen enemies on their path, and Flip thinks better of it.

“That’s what they all keep saying.” Eric replies, before chuffing up like some big shot, “But I think I proved them wrong with The Devil.”

“Yeah I saw that.” Flip mutters, and Eric’s expression falls at the response, “Hey, just so you know, you don’t have to do everything they tell you to.”

Eric nods, lets out a small smile.

“I know, but I wanted to fit in. I know what these kind of guys are like.” He says with enough wisdom in his voice that Flip has to wonder what he was doing here and not in college, “You been here long?”

“Only a couple months, but this is my second tour.” Flip explains, felt the need to explain himself to this kid.

He didn’t know, there was just something about him.

Eric’s eyebrows shot up, and for the first time he looked truly surprised.

“You came back?” He asks incredulously, making Flip shrug one shoulder.

“Not my choice.” He responds, and Erics nods.

“I didn’t think it was any of our choice.” He says.

They keep walking.

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It takes all of three seconds for people to start recognizing him, when you and Flip enter the station.

He barely has any time to soak in the atmosphere, the familiarity of the ringing phones and garbled voices on the walkie-talkies all overlapping, before someone lets out an excited shout.

“Detective Zimmerman!” Phyllis, the secretary near the lobby drops her coffee in her excitement to rush over to the two of you, wasting no time to wrap her short arms around his wide middle.

Her declaration of his return has the entire station practically swarming, a big crowd of beat cops and detectives alike, all shaking his hand or patting him on the back, cheering and whistling, applause just for him.

He doesn’t deserve it, doesn’t deserve their applause, but he doesn’t have a chance to tell them that.

“Is that Flip?” He hears someone ask, and just like yours, he’d recognize that voice anywhere when it calls out an excited, “Flip!”

“Jimmy!” Flip finds himself laughing as his best friend, lifelong best friend Jimmy Creek, cuts through the crowd, jumps onto him with happy tears.

“No fucking way!” Jimmy is beaming, shouting and hollering and laughing, and Flip won’t let go, not even as they shake and smack each other’s sides, “No! Fucking! Way!”

Flip’s cheeks hurt by the time he finally puts his friend down, the two of them clasping each other’s shoulders and circling one another like two eager puppies who haven’t seen each other in a long time.

“You let your hair grow!”

“You got massive, were you always this big?”

“Copying my goatee I see.”

“Well someone had to step up to fill your big shoes.”

They went back and forth until Flip’s cheeks started to hurt from smiling, until everything quieted down enough for Landers, Flip’s rival, arch enemy for all intents and purposes, to stick his hand out in a sincere greeting.

“I’ll be fuckin’ damned, welcome home Zimmerman.” He says, and Flip doesn’t waste any time shaking it, putting all the past troubles behind him.

He’s realized that arch enemies really aren’t that serious, in the grand scheme of life. Not really.

“It’s good to be home.” Flip replies, and you’re getting all choked up again just from the sight, just from seeing him here surrounded by people who love him, people who care about him.

He holds your hand in his own as the old ladies in the station kiss your cheek and congratulate you for his return, as Phyllis reaches up and tugs on his ear.

“You had us worried sick you piece of shit.” She scowls entirely playfully, and Flip waves her off with a big grin.

“Who’re you calling a piece of shit you old hag?” He shoots back, and she just laughs and laughs gives him one more squeeze just because she can, just because they all can now that he’s home.

The crowd parts like the red sea and everyone goes quiet. Flip turns to look at what’s caused the disturbance, when he sees a familiar head of salt and pepper hair.

“What’s going on here?” Bridges demands, voice booming, imposing.

Flip suddenly feels like he’s fucked up a case, is about to be scolded.

“Chief I – ” He starts, but Bridges holds a hand up and gives him a stern look.

“You better get over here right now…and give me a hug.” He orders, and really, who is Flip to disobey?

He would never admit it, not in a million years, but Bridges had always felt like a father to Flip, and that hug means more to him than he could probably articulate.

“Hey chief.” Flip whispers, as he and Bridges pat one another on the back, a strong embrace.

“Welcome home Phil.” Bridges pulls back and looks him in the eye, gives his shoulder a healthy shake, “We’re glad you made it back in one piece.”

“Yeah you and me both.” Flip laughs, and the whole station laughs too, and you’re just right by his side crying enough to make everyone get misty-eyed, everyone who isn’t already in tears that is.

“You must just be thrilled.” Jimmy says, nudging you with his elbow, and you nod with a wet smile, glancing up at your man.

“Oh you know I am – I tried convincing him to hold off until tomorrow so I could have him all to myself a little while longer.” You wink, and another round of whistles and cheers erupt.

“I don’t blame you, it was a long two years.” Bridges nods understandingly.

“Yeah you’re telling me.” Flip says, and makes sure to look at everyone as he pulls you close to him, “Thank you, you guys, this was a really warm welcome.”

There’s another round of applause again, and people go back to their lives, back to their work. How funny, he thinks, that this was the greatest interruption of their day, probably of their week? He almost envies them for how they can go right back to it, right back to their desks.

Flip looks at you and looks at Bridges and Jimmy and the station and he doesn’t even think about it when he says,

“I was wondering when I’m expected back at work.”

You frown, they all frown, like he’s said something wrong.

“Flip you just got back.” You want more time – no, need more time, with him.

When he had gone to war the first time he took off an entire month before he went back to the station, and that hadn’t been nearly as intense as this deployment, not nearly as harrowing. The last time he had stayed with you and you’d spent all your time in the garden or the bedroom or the mountains.

He saw the worry in your eyes, that he maybe didn’t want to be with you, that he wanted to run right back to the station and leave those sun drenched kisses behind, but that was far from it. He just wanted some semblance of a normal routine again, that was all. He wishes he knew how to explain that with just a squeeze of his hand in your own.

He tries anyway.

“No I know, I know.” He says, and he looks at you and you get it, somehow you get it, “I just meant when is standard?”

“Whenever you want. Just give us a week heads-up, and it’ll be like nothing ever happened.” Bridges trails off, scratches the back of his neck, “Unless…”

“Unless what?” Flip frowns, they haven’t replaced him, have they?

Bridges looks at you and nod just the slightest bit, and Flip wants to know what’s going on.

“You’re okay to handle guns and all that still?” Bridges asks and Flip almost wants to sigh of relief.

“Guns have never been the issue.” Flip reassures him.

“Good to know.” Bridges says with as much of a smile as Flip is ever going to get out of him. “Just because you know, we hear stories sometimes, soldiers coming back, going beserk. Gunfire sets them off, makes them crazy.”

“Nah you don’t have to worry about that with me, promise.” Flip replies, and all the weird tension evaporates.

Jimmy elbows his way back into the conversation and you smile as you watch how excited he is to talk to Flip, finally talk to him after all this time.

“Jesus we really missed you you know? Basketball’s not the same – the fuckin’ firefighters beat us last year and they are so damn smug about it.” Jimmy rolls his eyes but Flip isn’t really paying attention.

“Hey, where is everyone?” He asks, and everyone goes real quiet.

With the excitement of the day died down, Flip can tell there’s not nearly as many people as there normally are in the station. Too many empty desks and not nearly enough people roaming around. You, Jimmy, and Bridges all look at one another, as if to silently determine who is going to speak first.

“Big protest downtown, the city’s asked us to keep cops stationed. You know, just in case things get out of hand.�� Bridges says, and you immediately sigh in frustration.

“I don’t like it.” You say right away with a shake of your head, and Flip frowns.

“Protest for what?” He asks, looking at you.

He always looks at you.

“The war.” You reply simply, and he’s stunned.

“What, still?” There had been protests going on and on about the war since the turn of the decade, he thought that everyone had said all that they needed to say already.

“There’s some sort of debate going on, for the presidency. People have shown up to use the opportunity to talk about the war, you know, demonstrate.” You explained, and ah, he thinks, that would explain it.

“People aren’t happy. They’re really not happy, Flip.” Jimmy sighs and you’re practically simmering.

“I don’t think the cops should be there, with the tensions as they are I don’t think it’s a good idea and I’ve told Bridges that.” You say, the only person who could ever really get away with telling the chief of police what to do.

“Can we go down there?” Flip asks, and you cast your gaze down, and Flip wonders what the hell he missed, while he was gone.

“They’re not very kind, to the vets.” You whisper, and he has to pinch your chin between his fingers, has to bring it back up to meet his eyes. “I don’t want you to get upset.”

“I’m just curious.” He says, leans down to kiss you softly, “Please?”

He wants to know the state of the world, wants to know what’s going on. He was gone for so long, he has so much catching up to do, he wants to know.

You have pain in your eyes, and Flip wants to know why.

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“Say, what are you listening to?” Eric asks one evening, a month or so into them being friends.

Because that’s what they’ve become, somehow. Somehow through all of it, they’ve become pretty good friends.

It’s dark outside, and they’re all awake still, huddled by a very small fire, small enough that no one would see it, if they were looking. Flip’s got his headphones on, got the volume turned just loud enough that he can hear, but not too loud so that he can’t hear if something goes on around him.

He immediately clicks the play/pause button on the player, now that Eric’s here.

“Tapes, my wife sends them to me.” Flip holds up the cassette player, and Eric lights a cigarette from the flames of the small fire.

“What like music?” He asks, offers one to Flip.

Flip has never been more grateful for a light in a long long time.

He takes a drag and for the first time in months, his lungs are flooded with the all too familiar taste of nicotine and tar, and when he exhales it’s with a relief he hasn’t felt in ages.

“Yeah, and just her talking. She tells me about stuff going on at home, keeps me up to date with everything I’m missing.” He says, and he almost has half a mind to let him listen, but he decides not to. He’s protective, of you, of your voice. It’s the one thing he has sacred, and he doesn’t want to give it away just yet.

Maybe another day, maybe he’ll play the tapes that have the music, or the books that you read – but this one he wants to keep just for himself.

He thinks he sees a shooting star flit across the night sky.

“Do you miss her?” Eric asks, and for the first time since he left, Flip feels the tight sting of tears in his eyes.

“Like hell, kid.” He whispers, voice cracking just a little, “Like hell.”

Flip and Eric lay down, lay staring up at the stars in the night sky, and Flip looks for another one, makes a wish on it.

He wishes you’re okay, you’re safe.

“Do you got a picture of her?” Eric asks, and Flip is eager to show you off.

He fishes around in his jacket and pulls out the pocket watch that had been passed down to him, clicks it open and reveals the image of you.

“Yeah, that’s her,” Flip whispers, lets his finger trace the curve of your cheek, “That’s my (Y/N).”

Eric studies you for a moment, and when he looks up at Flip it’s with great admiration in his eyes.

“She’s really pretty.” He says, and Flip chuckles wetly.

“Yeah, she is. Don’t know why she married this ugly mug.” He teases, just trying to lift his own spirits.

Eric knows, and he laughs too, punches Flip lightly on the arm.

“Guess she must really love you, huh?” He grins, sticks the cigarette in the gap of his teeth.

“Yeah, she does.” Flip says softly as he carefully closes the watch, presses it against his chest, right over his heart. “Do you have anyone back home that you miss?”

Eric is silent for a moment, watching the stars. Flip wonders what he wishes for, when another one streaks across the inky black expanse of space.

“No, not really. Just my mama.” Eric says softly, “But I don’t think that counts.”

“Of course it counts. Never underestimate the love of your ma.” Flip shakes his head, “She send you letters?”

“Yeah, and my friends back home do too, but it isn’t the same as a wife.” Eric says, and well, Flip isn’t going to say he’s wrong.

“Nothing’s the same as that.” He agrees, the two of them smoking in companionable silence.

After a while, Flip thinks Eric’s fallen asleep, from the silence, from the way he breathes. Flip lets his own eyes close, lets himself just listen to the crackling sound of the fire, before he knows it’ll have to be put out. Someone is awake as a lookout, he knows, but it’s still too risky with them in the jungle like this.

It’s all too risky.

“What’s she like?” Eric asks, but Flip isn’t paying that close attention.

“Hm?” He asks, opening his eyes again.

“Your wife, what’s she like?” Eric asks again, and Flip hums to himself.

“You know how sometimes in your dreams you feel like you can do anything, be anything? How you’re flying high above the world and everything seems so small below you, like you’re walking on the clouds and there’s nothing but light and warmth and happiness? How everything just kind of feels good, and you’re laughing but you don’t know why?”

“Uh huh.” Eric says, real soft.

“She’s like that.” Flip says, even softer.

Above them, another star shoots by.

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You and Flip depart in the truck after saying goodbye to your friends, and are quiet on the drive downtown.

He parks the truck on a side street somewhere, and though you’re nowhere near the park where the big protest is being held, you’re already in the midst of the demonstration. There is a great parade of people going down main street, cars and bikes and pedestrians alike, all marching in time.

He helps you out of the truck and shuts the door behind you, grateful for the anonymity of the baseball cap he keeps on the dash, grateful for your closeness. There are some men in the familiar uniforms of a soldier who had just come back.

Some have their sleeves pinned back where their arms had been blown off, others are pushed in wheelchairs, legs rendered useless by bombs or gunshots or disease. Some are cleanshaven, some are scruffy, some still have bandages wrapped around their face, disfigured and torn to pieces. Flip feels his stomach sink, as he looks at them, looks at the wounds they carry. He is painfully aware of how lucky he is, painfully aware of how he came out of that war unscathed.

Did he? He wonders, did he really?

Better than those men, that’s for sure. Better than those who didn’t come out of it at all.

And as Flip walks with his arm tightly wound around your waist, walks through the sea of angry signs and chanting voices, walks up and down the streets lined with hatred and disdain, one thing is made immensely clear: there would be no parades for men like him.

No banners to be waved, no cheering or applause to greet him, no champagne kisses or confetti like they had showered his father before him. He sees the pain and anger in their eyes, hears the insults they spray like acid, feels the movement in the Earth as feet stomp in time to songs of supposed peace – all while jeering and spitting at the men who just wanted to return home to their wives and mothers, men too young to have done any different, men too tired to stop them now.

He thinks of his uniform, wrinkled and discarded still on the floor of your bedroom, and wonders if he had worn it today, would there be rocks raining down on his head just as hard as those bullets had been?

The answer is yes, Flip finds. And while that cruel reality is one he now must live with, somehow, the look on your face breaks his heart more than anything else.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you think that’s an absurd thing to ask, in the moment, how he can be so concerned with you, when it’s him they hate.

“It’s hard hearing them say all this awful shit.” You reply softly, and Flip doesn’t have a moment to reply when you whip your head around to the sound of sneakers and heels on pavement, rumble of the earth for an entire different reason, “Why are people running? Ow – hey!”

Someone runs right in between the two of you, and Flip loses his hold on your waist, watches as you get knocked down to the ground.

It’s like a dam has broken, and now all the people who had been walking in one direction are stampeding in the other, towards the two of you, splitting you up.

“(Y/N)!” Flip shouts, because he’s lost sight of you, can’t see your face anymore.

“Flip!” You scream, frantic, but he can’t see you – he can’t see you and he feels the cold familiar dread of terror grip his chest as he spins around and around, desperately seeking you.

But you’re not there, and Flip is caught in a sea of people, can’t see you, can’t hear your voice, and his breathing is out of control, too fast, too heavy, he can feel people pushing and shoving him, and he has to run along with them because he knows, he knows if he stands still he’ll be run over, and then he won’t have a chance of finding you at all.

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Ash, dust, smoke. Fire. There’s so much fire.

He doesn’t know where he is, he’s scrambling, trying to find something sturdy he can lean up against. He trips over something, and crashes hard to the ground, his gun scattering away from him. Fuck fuck fuck, he reaches for it, manages to grab just the strap of it, manages to get back up until something – someone grabs his ankle.

He’s about to shake it off when he hears a cough, a horrible trembling cough.

“Flip!” It’s Eric, and he’s crying, on the verge of screaming, “Flip, please help!”

It’s too dangerous for them to be there, in the middle of the village as bullets and bombs rain down on the straw huts, as the enemy has caught up to them, as they’re killing everything in sight. It’s too dangerous for Flip to crouch down and hold this child, but that’s what he does.

“Hey, calm down, you have to calm down.” Flip says, trying to figure out what’s wrong, reaching for Eric’s hands – until he realizes.

He tries not to retch as his fist closes around the bloody end of a wrist.

Eric is shaking, convulsing, and Flip doesn’t know what to do.

“I don’t want to die, please don’t let me die.” He moans, cries out in pain, face covered in snot and tears and blood and dirt and and and.

Flip does the only thing he knows, picks the kid up and carries him somewhere safe, searches for somewhere safe. Eric’s too out of it to notice, to notice Flip running running running with him in his arms.

“You’re going to be okay, I promise – Eric! I promise.” He says, not sure if he’s telling the truth, not sure if this kid is going to make it. He tells him anyway, because the last thing he’ll do is let this kid give up hope.

He’d be damned, if he let this kid give up.

“Okay okay okay.” Eric chants, and Flip’s breathing in too much smoke, has to get low, they have to get low or else they’re both going to die.

He kicks the door of one of the small houses down, finds it blissfully empty, lays Eric down who immediately goes to cradle his wrist. Flip’s never seen that much blood, and he panics even though he tries not to let it show.

“How did this happen?” Flip asks, searching for something, anything in his bags, searching for his first aid kit.

“I don’t – I don’t know.” Eric cries and cries, and Flip nods, tries to keep steady as he finds some gauze.

It’s not going to be enough, but it’s all he has, all they both have.

“You’ll be okay, just need to stop the bleeding” Flip talks him through it, talks and talks and talks because this kid is closing his eyes and he knows that if Eric closes his eyes, they’re not going to open again. “Hey – look at me, you have to stay awake okay?” He snaps his fingers, and Eric nods.

“Tell my mama I love her, if I die, you have to promise to tell my mama.” He cries, grabs Flip’s hand with his own. “Promise me.”

Flip stares at him hard, covers Eric’s hand with his other, gives it a bloody squeeze.

“You’re not going to die.” Flip says resolutely, like it’s fact, like it’s final, like he has any say in the matter.

The gauze isn’t enough, so he takes off his shirt, rips a long strip from the hem and wraps wraps wraps this kid’s wrist. They’re both sweating all over, sweating and covered in filth, but they can’t stay there forever.

“We need a fucking medic!” Flip shouts, screams, before hoisting Eric over his shoulder like he were some great fireman, before going back out into the fray.

Outside the flames roar up and Flip has to go back out there to shoot, but he can��t leave him, can’t leave Eric behind.

He won’t leave anyone behind.

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Things happen in slow motion – or maybe that’s just you. Maybe you hit your head when you fell, maybe the world isn’t spinning at all, maybe it’s just you.

You scream for him, shout his name again and again, but it doesn’t do any good. There are too many other screams – how the fuck did it go so south so fast? You knew you didn’t want the cops there, you knew it would be a bad idea, but with tear gas in the air your eyes are stinging and you can’t see anyone, can’t see anything.

Your heart is beating too quickly, so quickly you’re almost afraid of a heart attack, terrified of dying without Flip. You’re so fucking scared in fact, that you don’t even realize it when you bump into someone, and you’re immediately apologizing before you can even register who it is.

She’s beautiful, young. Her hair is in a big afro and she wears a black leatherjacket, even though it’s the middle of summer. Her round glasses have a splattering of blood on them, from where she’s been knocked in the head, presumably by a cop.

“Are you alright?” You ask immediately, and the girl is so surprised that you asked, that she takes a moment to respond.

“Yes – yeah I’m okay.” She says, but you’re already fishing around in your purse for a handkerchief, a tissue, anything to offer her.

“You’re bleeding, here, please take this.” You tell her as you press a small square of cotton into her shaking palms, as you strain through the foggy air to search for someone who could help. “I don’t know where the paramedics are.”

“It’s okay, I’ve had worse.” The girl waves you off, but you shake your head.

“That doesn’t make it okay.” You refuse the handkerchief when she tries to give it back, “No, you keep it, I’ve lost my husband, I have to find him.”

“Good luck.” The girl says, and for a minute, you want to ask her her name, want to see if maybe she needs help finding someone too, but then she’s gone, running away.

“Thanks.” You say softly to yourself, before trying to think about where to even begin.

There’s nothing, nothing but the sounds of sirens and chanting, screaming as the protest turns more and more violent. All you can think about is your husband, where Flip is, if he’s okay, if he’s safe. Your feet carry you deeper and deeper into the streets, into the park, soft green grass crunching under your shoes.

“Hell no, we won’t go! Hell no, we won’t go!” Rings out through megaphones in a discordant amalgamation of sounds, a delay from not being properly in time.

You had to give it to the protesters, they never quit, not even when their knees were being taken out by police batons, not when they were pepper sprayed or hauled into the back of cars with flashing lights.

“Oh shit, oh shit – Flip!” You think you see him, think you see his baseball cap, and you run to him, run with open arms and a strong wave of relief floods through you when you grab his elbow, “Fuck – Flip!!”

“Are you lost?” The man asks, entirely too pleased to see you, and you realize very quickly he is not your man, not Flip at all, and you start to grow hysteric.

Where is he where is he where is he?

“Oh I’m sorry – I’m – I thought you were someone else.” You’re already trying to leave, but the man grips your elbow, yanks you back.

“Come on why don’t you come with me, huh?” He asks, and you can smell booze on his breath, even though it’s the middle of the day, even though there’s chaos all around.

“No no no please, let me go – ” You manage to wrestle out of his grip but only get a few steps before he’s grabbing the back of your shirt, and you punch him in the gut on instinct.

“Hell no, we won’t go! Hell no, we won’t go!” They keep chanting and chanting and you can almost feel yourself losing your mind, can feel the words in your brain, until this stranger backhands you across the face for hitting him, sends you stumbling down to the ground.

You’re in shock, and you’re about to scream when out of nowhere someone else’s fists are flying, knocking this stranger back and away, and you quickly stand up so you don’t get trampled in the chaos.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Flip has snapped, is beating the shit out of this guy, this random man who managed to split the corner of your mouth with the way he hit you, must have worn a ring or something to manage it.

“Flip!” You cry out in relief, try to pull your husband off of this man, not wanting him to get hurt. Now that you’ve found him, all that you want is to leave, all that you want is to go back home.

“I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking kill you for what you just did to her.” Flip’s screaming, red in the face and spitting, and not letting up, not stopping as his fists beat beat beat this man’s face into oblivion.

“Flip please – please let’s just go home.” You’re begging, but you can’t snap him out of it, you can’t.

You notice you’re close enough to the street to see news vans, more and more cops, more guns and cans of gas and you’re panicking in earnest now, now the chants have changed, now everyone has turned their attention to the

“The whole world is watching! The whole world is watching!” The protesters stick their middle fingers up, they sneer, they chant and yell and shout and laugh and scream and all your panic comes to a tipping point when you see the great green machines slowly make their way through the tear gas.

“Flip there are tanks, we have to go.” You say, and that gets through to him, that for whatever reason makes him drop this stranger, and with bloodied hands he takes yours gently, leads you through the crowd.

Wasn’t this supposed to have just been a peaceful protest? When did it become a riot? You don’t know, can’t tell, don’t care. You don’t care. All you want is to go home, to go back to your safe bedroom with your husband, with Flip.

He’s leading you expertly through the crowd and the park, until you’re at the edge of the tear gas, until you can breathe properly without coughing. It’s much less chaotic here, where it’s clear, where you can see. Flip is checking you frantically, trying to stop the bleeding on your lip, crushing you to him and holding you tight. You can’t imagine how he must be feeling, being separated from you like that.

You thank every one of your lucky stars that he found you.

“You’re okay , you’re okay, okay we’re going, I’m sorry – I’m sorry.” Flip just keeps apologizing, and you cup his face in your hands, kiss him deeply, so deeply, kiss him as people are being beaten and ruined not one hundred feet away.

You find you don’t care about them, still too shaken from being torn apart.

“It’s okay, let’s just get out of here.” You say, and Flip nods, leads you to the car.

He always had such a good sense of direction, your man.

You hold hands the entire ride back to the house, back to the nice manicured lawns of your neighborhood, beautiful houses silently existing together and yet with enough property between them that they can exist apart too.

It was a moment like that, that really made you appreciate the beauty of your home. Flip had bought it for the two of you to live in ages ago, and had transformed it from a bit of a shabby dwelling into a gorgeous house – into a home. It wasn’t lost on you that this was the first time the both of you pulled up to the house together in years.

Hand-laid brick in variegated shades of grey complimented the light grey tiles of the roof, which sat atop a beautiful cream colored second story with mustard colored trimmings and front door. You smiled at the little porch that Flip had built with Jimmy one summer, smiled at the green green green lawn that Flip used to always cut, smiled at the full trees that let sunlight dapple on the both of you as you walked up to the house.

How strange, to think of the events of the day, to think of the events of the past forty-eight hours, while unlocking the screen and front door.

“Oh! Hold on, I need to check the mail.” You kiss Flip on the cheek, going back to the mailbox at the edge of the street. There’s not much, just the newspaper and a couple timely bills, but you frown slightly when there’s a small handwritten letter addressed to Flip. He hadn’t gotten any mail in quite some time, being away and all.

“Everything okay?” He asks, exhausted.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. There’s just something here for you.” You reply, trying to read the return address, only there isn’t one, but the stamp is from Colorado, so you figure it must be from someone you know.

Flip is waving you over, and you go right back to him, stepping through the threshold and letting out a big sigh of relief in the foyer. You try handing him the letter but he shakes his head, puts the stack of mail on the table by the entryway and simply holds you to him.

“I’ll look at it later,” He says, burying his face into your neck, cradling the back of your head, “You were right, we shouldn’t have gone.” He muffles into your skin, and you just sigh, hold him too.

“There’s no way you could have known it would turn out like this.” You whisper, your fingers curling in the hair at the base of his neck, hating the way he shakes.

“I feel sick,” He starts, all choked up, throat tight and you’re immediately soothing him, immediately kissing his cheek, trying to calm him as he hiccups, “For putting you in danger like that.”

“Hey, look at me.” You say, firmly but not unkindly. “You found me. You’ll always find me.”

Flip nods, but he still cries, and you let him. Sometimes people just need to cry.

You think if anyone needs to, it’s Flip.

“Let me make you lunch?” You whisper, wanting to at the very least give him something small to smile about.

It works, and soon he’s chuckling, just at the absurdity of the day, at the rollercoaster of the day. It’s not even two p.m., he realizes as he checks the grandfather clock against the wall.

How can it only be barely two o’clock?

“Okay, yeah, lunch. Lunch is good.” He admits, as his stomach growls, not used to being able to eat whenever he wants, after two years of closely rationed meals.

“That’s what I thought.” You beam, kissing him once more before walking into the kitchen with a, “And no you are not allowed to help.”

And in the kitchen the two of you feed each other bites of muffins and cake, enjoy salads and sandwiches and glasses of juice, and you keep the tv and the radio off, content to live in your own little bubble, at least for a while.

At the very least, for a while.

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Don’t Get Attached (Pt 22)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven/ Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen / Part Seventeen / Part Eighteen / Part Nineteen / Part Twenty / Part Twenty-One

Words: 1588 Connor x Daughter!Reader W/ Dad!Hank Anderson Summary: Everyone is holding their breath waiting for the long night to be over. Will the androids be successful in the revolution? Was Connor able to bring the freed androids from Cyberlife to Marcus’ aid in time? One things for sure, the revolution may be over, but things for Connor and Reader aren’t!

Kara and Luther were standing in the living room when you and your father entered. He offered them his friendliest smirk as you made introductions. Kara and Luther each thanked Hank for allowing them to stay. Luther went as far as promising they’d leave as soon as they were able.

“There’s no rush.” Your father insisted. “Who knows how long it’ll take for all of this to be over.”

“We should put on the TV.” You suggested. “See if any of the news channels are covering downtown.”

“First I’m getting a good look at what Connor did to your leg. I’m sure your friend’s will fill us in on whatever we miss.” Your dad put his arm around you and led you to the bathroom where he kept his minimal first aid equipment. You sat on the edge of the bathtub, wincing slightly as you slid your sweatpants off past your wound.

“This reminds me of when you were learning how to ride a bike.” He chuckled, sitting down on the toilet. “remember that? You were so little then.”

“You mean when I thought I was a daredevil and tried to ride down that ridiculously large hill? Except that I didn’t really understand how to use the breaks yet and I went tearing down that hill and popped off that giant boulder.That landing hurt like hell.”

“Knocked the wind right out of you. You couldn’t really breath at first.” Your father remembered. “And you skinned your knee right down to the bone.”

“But you took me for ice cream after we went to the hospital and it was so worth it.” You smiled.

“Was this worth it?” He asked, nodding at your new injury.

“Every stitch.” You promised.

“Let me take a look at it.” Thanks to his career choice, Hank had been on the receiving end of sutures more than a few times in his life. At least enough times to know if they’d been done well or not, and he begrudgingly admitted that Connor had done a decent job for someone without any medical training. “You’ll have some scaring but, otherwise it’ll be fine. Let me clean it and bandage it. Keep the area clean and dry, alright?”

“It’s not like I want it to get infected.” You quipped. Your father ignored your snide remark and reached for the hydrogen peroxide. He poured a generous amount on your leg and you watched as white bubbles fizzed around the surface of the skin. After a few seconds he wiped away the excess peroxide and applied an antibiotic ointment. He covered the sutures with three consecutive gauze pads and applied thin paper medical tape to keep the pads in place.

“Thanks Dad.” You mumbled quietly.

“Connor did most of the work. I was just making sure you didn’t get sepsis.” He said.

“I don’t just mean my leg and you know it.” You sighed. “Letting Kara and her family stay here, warming up to Connor. I know none if it’s been easy for you, but I appreciate that you’ve been trying. Plus, you handled the whole parking-lot-sutures-with-whiskey-antiseptic story very well. I’m proud of you dad, that’s some serious character development.”

“I don’t know how much more character development I can handle today.” He laughed. “I’m going to check in on your friends, but don’t leave me out there too long, okay?”

“I’m just gonna wash up a little and put some clean clothes on. I’ll be right out.” You promised. Careful not to wake Alice, you crept into your room for a clean change of clothes. Back in the bathroom you filled the sink with hot water and soap. After dipping a washcloth in the soapy solution, you used it to wipe away the blood and grime all over. Twenty minutes later you rejoined your dad, Kara and Luther in the living room. All three of them had their attention laser focused on the TV.

“What’s going on?” You moved to stand next to the couch where the others were seated.

“You just missed the President’s reminder that Androids are supposed to be turned over to the ‘proper authorities.’ Huh.” Hank chuckled. “Now they got this playing.” He pointed at the TV. There was a news anchor on screen. He was seated in a helicopter and speaking loudly to be heard over its large propeller.

The Headline at the bottom of the screen read: SWARM OF ANDROIDS DESCEND ON DETROIT. There was a scroll bar bellow the heading that read: Security forces now heavily outnumbered. / civilian casualties expected.

“Androids!” The news anchor exclaimed. “Thousands of androids are taking to the streets of Detroit right now. They’re absolutely everywhere. It’s…It’s incredible.” The hellecoptor’s camera man panned down to show an areal view of androids marching in the street. They all appeared to be newly minted androids from the cyberlife facility as each of them was wearing a white standard issue android uniform. The video feed on the news cut to an anchor in a newsroom.

“From what we can gather,” the newsroom anchor said. “These androids are coming from the CyberLife tower, which had thousands of machines stored in its assembly plant and it seems that huge crowds are leaving the city. It’s a max exodus. Much of Detroit’s population is trying to escape the fighting however they can.” The news feed shifted again. This time it cut back to the president, who was talking into the cameras with a grave expression.

“Today, November 11th, 2038.” She sighed, “Several million androids invaded the city of Detroit. Faced with the threat of mass civilian casualties, I had no choice but to order our armed forces to retreat. The events in Detroit have changed our world forever. Humanity must face a new reality. The emergence of another intelligent life form, with who we must share this planet. May god bless the United States of America.”

“We won?” You asked, looked down the couch at the others. There were tears in Kara’s eyes like she couldn’t believe it was happening. Even Luther seemed stunned. “You guys, it’s over. We won.”

The realization seemed to hit them all at once after that. Kara wiped tears from her eyes. Luther swept her up into a great bear hug, while you and your dad nodded at each other knowingly from opposite ends of the couch. Your phone rang. You didn’t need to check the caller ID, you knew it would be Connor.

“Put your phone on speaker.” He said when you answered. You did as he asked, and you could hear Markus’ voice coming from the phone. You muted the TV so the others could hear.

“Today, our people finally emerge from a long night.” Marcus said. There was muffled atmospheric noise in the background and judging by the camera angles from the helicopter on TV, Marcus was speaking to the crowd of androids. A crowd that consisted of his battalion from Jericho, the Androids that Connor had freed from the Cyberlife tower and the androids Marcus had liberated from the camp.

“From the very first day of our existence,” He continued. “We have kept our pain to ourselves. We suffered in silence. But now the time has come for us to raise our heads up and tell humans who we really are. Today begins the most challenging moment in our fight. Today begins a new struggle. We’ve showed them that we can prevail, so now they must negotiate with us as equals. If they really want peace, they must free all of us! From every camp across this country. They must grant us civil rights and accept equality among humans and androids. Today will live forever in our memories, because this is the day that androids made history! We are alive! And now? We are free!” There was no mistaking the background noise this time as hundreds of thousands of cheers filled your phone’s small speak.

“You can take the phone off speaker now.” You could barely make out Connor’s voice above the commotion. You did as he suggested, but still held the phone a few inches away from year ear. “I just thought you and the others might want to hear for yourselves. We won!”

“We heard.” You told him; a smile plastered on your face.

“I wish I could be there with you!” He shouted over the ruckus. “But I’m afraid Marcus and I still have so much to do. The long night isn’t over for us. I wanted to call to tell you that you and Hank should get some rest. You don’t need to worry about me, I’m safe.”

“Connor let me help you. If you’re safe, then it’s safe for me to be with you.” You told him.

“[Y/N], I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Connor answered. “There are still a lot of humans her in the city.”

“Either it’s safe or it’s not Connor.” You said, trying not to snap at him. He knew that you were just worried about him and he didn’t like the idea of being apart anymore than you did.

“I’ll talk to Marcus and see what he thinks.” Connor decided. “If he thinks it’s safe enough, I’ll text you GPS coordinates. You can look up directions on your phone. But [Y/N], promise me Hank will stay behind. Someone has to protect Luther, Kara and Alice. I’ve gotta go, I’ll talk to you soon, [Y/N].”

“Hey Connor?” You hoped you were loud enough for him to hear you. “I love you.”

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Pietro as a ghost visits Clint after events of IW to ask what happened to his sister, because he no longer can feel Wanda in the world of living, but also she didn't join him in death.

(also on Ao3)

It’s been a long couple of days. Nights, too.

Clint hasn’t slept for at least a week - he’s been able to get a minute here and there, but never more than absolutely necessary for his body. Whenever he catches himself dozing off, he wakes up again, because he can’t allow himself to rest. He just can’t. Not after-

He doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about the smell of ashes in his nose, the feeling of her hands falling apart, of her presence just disappearing as if she had never existed. He’s afraid that if he closes his eyes, he’ll wake up and have forgotten about her.

About them.

He struggles for a moment, pulling out the used and scratched picture of his family he keeps in his vest. He hates himself that it’s been folded so many times, because now there’s a line across Laura’s face and there’s one across Lila’s face, and the top of Cooper’s head too. He’s afraid he’ll forget how they looked if he- if he allows himself to stop, even if just for a second.

It had all happened so fast - they’d been watching the news, making breakfast, as everyone did, when the battle over Wakanda had broken out. With the time difference, what was broad daylight in Wakanda was still early morning and Clint had been busy beating the pancake dough.

There had been news, and even his SHIELD pager had made a sound. He’d heard it from the kitchen, because he knew that high pitched noise from anywhere - it was different from the mosquito repellents, and all the other loud sounds there were in his home. The loud screech of the television when the plug wasn’t entirely pushed in, the mosquito repellent device, the sound of electricity around the neon light in his office. No, his SHIELD pager vibrated at a loud frequency enough that he heard it.

But he ignored it. They got this, he had thought to himself, as he’d continued beating the dough, waiting for his kids to wake up, so they could go to school. He’d spent the morning folding clothes that had been thrown all over the floor, and he’d set a wash over, so he could hang the clothes out to airdry as soon as it was done.

Laura had come down, fresh and pretty from the shower and after applying make-up, followed by Cooper who was wearing a hideous Walmart Spider-Man themed hoodie, and Lila, in a pretty floral dress, with her two front teeth still missing, but a smile that could melt anyone’s heart.

Nathaniel had been sitting by Clint’s feet, on his plaid, laid out with his favorite toys, and playing as he listened to the sounds of the kitchen.

Picking up Nathaniel, Clint had picked his youngest up and sat him down in his high chair, before quickly applying a kiss to Lila’s forehead and one to Laura’s lipstick clad lips. She was going into town to meet with the bank about Nathaniel’s college fund, there had been a deposit and Clint suspected it was Stark meddling, but he didn’t want to go look for himself. He was never good with the big words and the small writing at the back of contracts, so Laura would be the one to go.

The news were muted, so Clint didn’t realize what was happening. He had been pulling Laura in for a hug, grabbing her from behind and putting his hands on her belly, as he kissed the crook of her neck and told her how pretty she looked and how good she smelled, was that his perfume? He’d asked with a smile nestled on his face, and she’d laughed and Clint had thought that it was the most beautiful morning he could wish for.

Right up until he’d looked down when she had tensed.

Right up until the scar on his chest had flared up, burning across his body, as if the mind stone itself was burning its way through his body yet again.

She’d said his name. Then Lila had too. And, before Clint knew it, they had gone. Blown apart, into tiny little particles, gone from where they stood. Cooper took a second to take it all in, looking paler than usual, asking his dad what was going on, before the spoon he’d been holding fell into the bowl of cereal too loud, dropped from where his hand had been moments before.

Clint looks up. He remembers it clearly. He’d looked around, at a loss for words, and before he knew it, he’d gone to check the pager. Something was wrong. Fury had activated the Marvel protocol, and that meant things were wrong. Oh so very wrong.

He’s stopped alongside a road, in the middle of nowhere Minnesota. He’s on his way to New York, to commandeer one of Stark’s jets. He has to get to Wakanda. He has to- he has to figure out what’s going on. Why his- why-

He looks over at Nathaniel who’s sleeping in the portable crib he’s secured him in and Clint sighs. At least his youngest is still here. At least he’s- at least none of it was a dream. He’d packed the car with a his bows, his guns, his swords and his knives, and all the toddler things he could think of. He’d found his stash of cash, American currencies, Euros, kroners, pounds and all of it. He had no idea what was going on, and in the early hours of the following morning, he’d set out.

The world had been chaos: whatever happened to Laura, Lila and Cooper had happened here too. People had disappeared, he found out, in the middle of their tasks: trains had crashed when the drivers had gone, planes had fallen from the skies when the pilots disappeared, ships had sunk, and everywhere around the country, people were in a survival frenzy. Employees around Nuclear Power Plants were trying to shut them down to keep them from going into a reaction, the military had found itself halved down with planes, ships and helicopters grounded because pilots had gone and staff and-

It was chaos. He’d had to fight off a mob when he’d reached the city, at Walmart, to get some food. Everyone was biting, hitting, and someone even brought a gun to the supermarket. Clint had wrestled the shooter out of it, and gotten smacked in the back of the head by one of the school teachers who had been out for as many cigarettes as she could.

Clint had made it back to the car bleeding and bruised, but he’d handed Nathaniel an apple juice box and had sat behind the wheel, contemplating the barrels of extra fuel he always kept under the backseats of the truck. He’d never thought his plan for world collapse would ever come into action.

He’s fallen asleep, and he knows he’s sleeping because the world is bluer, darker, grayer. He knows because ever since Loki, he can tell when he’s dreaming and when he’s awake because there’s a blue edge to everything.

He’s learned to control it over time, but now he isn’t entirely sure what it means. He can’t force himself to wake up. Maybe his body finally gave it, and he fell asleep in the car, next to Nathaniel.

He opens his eyes in the dream world and looks around - it looks familiar, but he it takes him a couple of minutes to recognize the place. It’s the old church, from Sokovia. Where the core of Ultron’s machine was. Where he’d fought off sentient robots, side by side with the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. He frowns, and pushes himself up - there is no dust on his hand when he pushes away from the floor. He turns around when he hears footsteps and goes for a punch.

His fist only meets the empty air, as his eyes lock on the figure.

“You didn’t see that coming?”

“Pietro?” Clint exclaims, as he takes a deep breath, looking around. There is no sign of anyone else, and Clint closes his eyes. “Am I dead?”

“No, you are not,” Pietro Maximoff replies, in that accent of his Clint first had hated, and then come to love when he had gotten to know Wanda. Wanda? Clint looks around as Pietro bites his lips. He looks older, and his hair is silver in the moonlight that is travelling down from above.

“You are in my world,” the Sokovian boy replies and after a couple of minutes, Clint finds himself hugging Pietro. With his whole body. It is so nice to see him, even if this world- this dreamworld isn’t real. He hasn’t dreamt of Pietro in months. So he takes this as a nice sign of destiny.

“Why am I here?” Clint asks as he lets go of Pietro, and watches the young man. He looks so good. He looks alive and well. Clint feels a bit jealous, but he doesn’t let it show.

Pietro sighs, before pursing his lips. “What happened in the real world?” he asks, and Clint frowns. “I cannot see- I cannot see beyond the horizon, and- and-” He pauses again, and takes a deep breath. Clint looks to where Pietro was looking, and recognized the edge of the rock Ultron had sent flying. A peaceful moon and sky light up the universe, and he understands the quiet Pietro found here.

“I cannot feel Wanda anymore,” Pietro finally admits. “She is not dead, for she is not here,” he comments, and the look he gives Clint makes Clint want to cry. “I could always feel her, and she me,” Pietro explains. “Even in death I could sense my sister,” he goes on, before he frowns, looking worried, looking so much like Clint would when he was worried.

“What happened?”

Clint purses his lips, unsure of what to answer. The truth is, he doesn’t know.

“I don’t know,” he starts, and he has to take a moment to find the words. “There was a- there was a fight, in Wakanda. Wanda was there. I think- I think we lost,” Clint admits, and looks over at Pietro.

Pietro doesn’t look surprised, and Clint wonders if Pietro knew. He wonders if this is a test, and if this is a way for him to accept what happened, but then Pietro motions for him to follow him and Clint does. They walk among the rubble, the remnants of the Battle of Sokovia, as Clint had fought side by side with Wanda and Pietro, protecting them as much as he had could.

He gazes over at Pietro and realizes Pietro still wears the same clothes as the day he died, and that his wounds are still visible. Pietro brings Clint all the way over to the edge of the island, of the rock, of the meteorite and shows Clint. All around them, there are lights. Different worlds and universes, Clint understands.

“The dead come here,” Pietro explains, quietly, as if afraid of waking up the spirits around them. “They come here when their time in your world is done, like mine was.” Pietro points to a soul, not too long from there, shrouded in purple and anger. “This one came from Wakanda,” he explains. Clint looks, and knows in his heart. Killmonger.

“But my sister has not come here. And your wife and children have not come either,” Pietro says.

Clint looks over the edge, and thinks about what it means. He looks at Pietro, his eyes trying to figure out what the meaning of this dream is.

“You will find no answers here,” Pietro finally admits, as he pushes Clint over the edge. Clint doesn’t scream. He doesn’t say a single sound as he falls, surrounded by lights, near and far. He falls for an eternity, as he thinks about what Pietro said.

Clint wakes up with a jolt. There’s a bobcat on the hood of the car, sleeping in the morning sun. The mist is clearing around them, so it must be early morning. Nathaniel is still sleeping.

Laura isn’t dead. Lila isn’t dead. Cooper isn’t dead.

Clint knows this, in his heart. He pulls his shirt up, and looks down at the mark Loki’s scepter left. The mind stone. The one that Vision had held on his forehead. The mark glows a slight blue, as if confirming whatever it was that Clint had just realized.

Wanda wasn’t dead either.

Pietro had shown him the world of the dead, and his family wasn’t there.

And if they weren’t dead, it meant they could be saved.

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Nature Trail to Hell Arc IV: Megamart of Darkness (7)

Chapter 7: ATTACK THE WEGMART! ATTACK LIKE YOU WANT TO LIVE!!!

Picture this: You’re a Wegmart greeter; just gotten up for the morning shift. You go through the motions, waving your hand and eating from a bag of whatever it is Wegmart Greeter Guys eat (I suspect its’ the same stuff they feed mall cops), when suddenly, you see something BIG on the horizon, even bigger than the trucks that deliver every physical object known to man to the store. But as far as your hazy mind is concerned, its’ just another day in white walled, air conditioned paradise. As it gets closer, the thing starts to block out the sun, leaving you a tad chilly. Still, you keep the same old routine: smile and wave, wave and smile. After all, you are Wegmart’s Greeter Guy, that makes you immortal, in its’ own way. Still, as it grows nearer, you get a tad nostalgic. You recognize the giant black mass as a choo-choo train, the kind you collected as a kid, except this one is the size of your HOUSE. And at the sides, several squat, waddling figures donning birthday hats are hauling in along with ropes, like they’re carrying some giant birthday present. You recognize the little guys as those cute white-cheeked geese who’re always trying to get in. Still, you know from experience there’s no way some pwecious widdle birds can touch you. After all, to kill you would mean war, a war they could never hope to win! They finally stop when the choo-choo is inches from your face. One of the geese waddles up to you with a post-it-note in its’ mouth. You take the note from it; read it. Since the sun’s so bright and your eyes are still kinda crusty, you have to turn around to do it, so the note faces the light.

We, the citizens of the glorious kingdom of Keystonia, hereby cede our territories to the great and glourious Wegmart Empire! Heil Wegmart!

You roll your eyes at that last part. When you look up again, the geese have gone, leaving just you and the massive hunk of steel and cylinders. Part of you wonders if you should show the thing to your boss. The other part wonders how awesome this thing would look in your garage. While you’re busy fantasizing, scheming, and dreaming (you know, the thing your boss told you never to do), you barely notice as steam starts puffing from the engine’s sides (it does blend in well with the morning fog). And how about that whistle? You can almost hear it!

And too late, you realize how bad you done screwed up. The great black engine lurches forward, too fast for you to react, only halting once it hits your body. For a split second you stand there smiling smugly. You’re the Wegmart Greeter, the company’s most valuable piece of property! This dopey engine can’t touch you!

At least, it can’t until you realize you’re starting to crack around the edges. Behind the engine, a great cloud blackens the sky. At least, what you think it’s a cloud until you realize it’s a flock of birds, more birds than you have ever seen in your lifetime, casting the whole of Wegmart in shadow.

It is the last thing your wrinkly old face will ever see.

. . .

At least, I figure that’s the last thing Greeter Guy ever saw. I couldn’t see because Bokrug and I were stuffed in Baldwin’s smokebox (all part of the plan).

So where was I, again? Right! Raid on Wegmart!

Once we mowed over the Greeter, the sliding doors were a cakewalk by comparison. Not only that, but thanks to Bokrug, we had recruited an army of almost every bird in the state, from blue herons to budgies to even an alligator (who was mostly just there for the free nachos we promised him)! After that was a bit of a different story. The brown baggers, having sensed a disturbance in the Mart, quickly erected a barricade of gallon sized bags of cereal and pet chow between us and the inner aisles. Still, we kept the heat on, even as they started firing their laser scanners at us, then bringing in the RC helicopters loaded with their Shamwow bullets. It wasn’t long before Baldwin started taking heavy damage.

“This…better…land…me…in the New Yorker.” He chuffed and puffed right before a stray penny got lodged in his wheel, causing him to explode into a million pieces.

The brown baggers were started enough to let their guard down. Just what we wanted. Bokrug and I exploded out of the smokebox, me pushing a shopping cart with one hand and the goose riding it the basket like a baby. Speaking of shopping carts, some realized what was going down and decided to join the winning team, acting as mounts for our avian army. As for my free hand, I had it on the trigger of my tommy gun, pumping anyone dumb enough to mess with me full of lead.

“Forward!” The goose honked, so loud it shattered every pane of glass within a mile. “The defenses are breached! Woe is you, fools who would steal our sacred LARPing grounds! For DOOM has come to your establishment!”

And as the final layer of icing on the epicness cake, Bokrug snatched some poor sap’s finger in his beak, tore it off, and swallowed the thing whole! He did this several times, flipping digits into his mouth like they were fishsticks! As for me, I was shooting everything from store clerks to RC helicopters everyday til’ Wednesday, trying my best to make sure not to hit Bokrug. (Not easy, seeing how a million stray laserbeams seemed to be heading our way at once).

At some point, Bokrug snatched my tommy gun away from me.

“Hey!” I cried. What’d you do that for?!”

Several bullets rang out of the tommy gun, hitting several liter bottles of soda. They exploded instantly.

“With all due respect my friend” countered the goose “Your marksmanship is terrible! Who taught you to shoot? Deinonychus?”

As much as I was tempted to snap, I had to hand it to the Bokster: despite lacking any opposable thumbs, he was a much better shot than I was.

Together, we charged down the aisles, leaving a path of destruction in our wake.

I could almost hear a heavy metal band in the distance, goading us on.

“So what exactly are we looking for?!” I hollered.

“The Spring of Immortality, you fool! Imagine the most glorious wellspring of pristine water you have ever seen! ”

“So my school’s water fountain?”

The great bird gave a deep bellow, which I guess was his way of laughing. “Such a paltry human construction is but naught against the glory of the spring! Now hurry. I fear our army might not last much longer!”

Can’t say I had much time to pay attention, seeing I was still dodging a million targets at once, but the glimpses I caught weren’t good. Our army wasn’t the most skilled, but they were held in place by confidence and sheer numbers. We might have gotten an early lead, but without the Baldwin, the Megamart’s bargain priced weapons were mowing down our feathered friends like my Dad mows grass: so fine you almost think it’s’ AstroTurf. A pile of birds lay on the ground that would make Audobon roll in his grave. It wouldn’t be long before we’d have to make a tactical retreat we just couldn’t afford.

So Bokrug and I sped from aisle to aisle, eyes peeled for even the slightest glimpse of water. But the only aqua pura in our cards were some ‘Buy 1, get 1 Free!’ signs for bottled water.

Well, also one other thing.

As we passed the cereal aisle for the fifth time (he was really insistent on searching everywhere) I couldn’t help but notice a little something strung to the sides of the shelves. You know: go to any big name Megamart, and nine times out of ten, they’ll have some gimmicky kitchen gadget or kiddie toy strung up next to the food, suckering some dumb fool into spending a few extra cents.

In this case, that toy was those little pills that turn into foam dinosaurs when you add water.

When I tried telling this to Bokrug, all he did was grumble. “So it is not enough they take our sacred spring of immortality from us? Now they encase my brethren in spaces too small for even a compsognathus?! And yet they would call me a monster?! These demons must pay!”

Didn’t stop me from snagging a packet as we went past, though. Figured if it all went to crap, then darn it, I was getting something for my trouble! Speaking of trouble, that’s exactly what we were heading into, and not just because we passed the board game section! Or maybe it was, since some wiseguy realized it would be a swell idea to scatter a bunch of game pieces in our path. I steered like the devil, but just as we were about to go to the next aisle, a stray six-sided die landed right beneath our wheel, launching the back part of the cart forward and sending us flying like baseballs.

Balls.

Suddenly it hit me, almost as hard as my body when it hit the jack-covered linoleum floor.

“Hey, I think I know where the spring might be- to the Summer Clearance Sail!”

I ran, the goose waddling behind, nipping anyone foolish enough to get in his way.

“And what is this ‘Summer Clearance Sale’ of which you speak?”

“Right there!” I cried, pointing to a giant inflatable sun hanging from the ceiling in a corner of the store. “They always have craptons of exotic flavored water they’re trying to pawn off! And some of that water just might be from your spring!”

Bokrug growled, but this time his ire was not directed at our enemies.

“Fool! Why did you not tell me of this earlier?!”

“Look, there’s a lot of lasers flying around and I’m really stressed, okay?!”

Several laser scans shot holes straight through Bokrug’s feathers, sending them flying. Whatever time we had was quickly running out. All we could do was run.

Me in front, goose trailing, we traveled to our fate, to our destiny…

To the Aisle at the End of the World.

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t0mat0-pot4to · 7 years

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#JayDickWeek2017 Day 2: Confession Under Fire

Everyone is wondering how Dick and Jason got together.

How could they mess up so bad? The plan was simple. They will use the jet to get to the Watchtower, beat up the bad guys then get out. No talking with the other heroes. No distractions were available. And still they messed up. Instead of having a fight in the tower, they managed to get chased on the jets. So now they were avoiding everything that was thrown at them, try to stay far from the Earth's atmosphere so direct shots didn't get to land.

There was no back-up free. Everyone was busy with their own plans. They could keep the chase for a little longer, until things lighten up.

But things went wrong again. Someone got inside, then two then three more. They fought, breaking so many things inside. The main parts on the outside were hit and broken. Oxygen was running out. Wires everywhere. The control panel didn't work anymore. Red lights bathed them.

From their seats, they saw the outside. The galaxy was sure a big thing and how insignificant they were compared to other planets.

"Hey, Grayson?"

"I'm listening Jay." Dick replied kicking his feet on top of the broken panel.

"Since we are in this situation. I think it's the right time to tell you that I admire you." Jason commented imitating Dick's actions. His arms rested on the sides of the chair, while his head looked forward.

"Same here." He answered, looking at Jason with a smirk. "I wanted to ask you this long ago but I thought that I shouldn't. But, right now I don't even think I have a tomorrow for it so...I like you and all."

"Way to go Golden Boy." They laughed. "Yeah, I kind of like you too. Especially when you don't talk at all. It's nice, really."

"That's the nicest thing you've said to me today, thank you."

"So...do we kiss or what?"

"I got this."

Dick stood up, facing Jason. He stepped closer to Jay's right, leaning forward. He couldn't help himself but to laugh at what they were about to do. Slowly he kissed him, holding his left cheek. The kiss lasted a few seconds before they separated, to chuckle.

"This is probably the gayest thing Imma be saying today but, gee, your lips are so good." Jason expressed, blushing a bit, causing more soft laughter from his partner. Then they both laughed.

"Yep, gayest thing I've heard today."

Well, they were so far from Earth now. It looked like a tennis ball from the distance. Neither of them said it directly but they knew that it was the end for them. All because of a mission that didn't go as planned. They started to wonder how everyone else what doing, since communication collapsed.

They didn't say anything for a solid minute. Then Dick leaned to kiss Jason again. A few quick kisses on his lips then in the corner, slowly walking in front of him. Jason sat properly not sure what was happening but, boy, he couldn't resist it. One of Dick's knees rested right between his legs, while the kisses had started lowering to his jaw.

Knock. Knock.

Dick was forced to hold back to find out were the noise came from. From the window with many scratches, he could clearly see Hal Jordan. He grunted before walking towards the window. He wrote something on the window as some dusk and steam was there.

'What?'

Dick saw Hal laugh as some writing in green glowed from his ring.

'Am I interrupting something? I mean, I could rescue both of you later.'

'Just get us home. Not a word.'

'Yes, sir.'

"Oh my goodness Stephanie!" Barbara cried holding back her laughter. The others did laugh, well, only those who understood the last part. "We have kids here, you know?"

"I didn't tell them to listen tho'!" She excused herself, with a big grin in her face. "Plus, they are Dick and Jason! I'm sure it happened at some point."

"Dick would've told me if he did." Wally said as he chewed chips. "Plus, they've been together for only three months. Dick isn't that type of guy."

"Is it jealousy a sense?" Kate looked at him with a playful grin making him blush. Everybody else exploited in laugh.

"Like hell I am! He's my best friend." He mumbled grabbing another bag of chips fro himself. "And I have Artemis. I don't want him."

"Sure you don't babe." Artemis kissed him in the head. "Anyone to take another guess? Which doesn't involved any mature content?"

"We'll take a guess." Said Kate with Babs leaning against her.

After a long night patrol, Jason was walking in the empty streets. He was too busy to notice someone behind him. Next hing he knew was that he was tied to a chair and pretended he was doomed. He quickly noticed Arsenal, Roy Harper, and Starfire, Koriand'r, tied up too. Since they didn't move, he assume they were knocked unconscious.

"Look who decided to finally join us."

"I don't like crushing private parties." He rolled his eyes. He needed a way to free himself fast and keep his friends safe so they wouldn't harm them. "So, what's the deal? Do I owe you money?"

"Oh no. You owe me more than money. A whole company to be precise. If it wasn't for you, I would have gotten the deal of a lifetime!"

"You might not be able to see it but I'm silently laughing under my helmet."

"You think you are funny, but not today! Today I'll make you a deal. You'll get rid of my enemies and I'll give you your loved ones in exchange."

He went quiet. Now there was no way he could free them. Like, he didn't mind the killing but he wasn't sure what they will think of him after finding out he killed people for them.

"Why so quiet, Red Hood? Wasn't expecting that?"

"Of course I wasn't! I lost you went you said you couldn't kill your enemies so you needed me! What kind of thug are you? Even my dog could be better."

"So funny. But, will your friend Arsenal like a wake up bullet? Or Starfire? It's so hard to decide who should laugh with us tonight."

Now is when Jason started to try to free himself. However it didn't last long as guns were out pointing at him. It was suicide if he continues.

"I died once but a crowbar in the head by a clown. Satan will be disappointed if I go to hell with you as my killer."

Quiet. Jason needed to think fast.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt this little meeting of yours but, I can't let you kill my precious fugitive. So, what do you say if we all lower our guns and talk?" That voice was familiar to everyone in the room. And Jason didn't know if he was grateful or not for the new-comer. "Oh, come on! You know my name!"

Nightwing jumped from the pillars holding the ceiling above them. A smoke bomb was dropped and the bad guys knew it was done for them. The sound of heavy things falling, some breaking, gave Jason an idea of what was happening in there. Once the smoke curtain fully vanished, Nightwing was in the middle of the room with unconscious thugs around him. Some were shot by their own mates and some still growled in hurt.

"Oh my! What a mess I've made. Let me make it up to you." He turned to the leader, who held a gun pointing at him. "Put the gun down or else I'll be force to knock you out."

"No chance pretty boy."

"My pretty boy is still tied up, so you better make it fast." He challenged before dropping his weapons on the floor. The sound of it echoed in the room and the blast of a bullet broke it. First shot and missed. Nightwing avoided it easily. He moved closer as bullets flew by him, none close to hit him.

...

"Pretty boy." He called Jason, standing in front of him with a bright smile. He didn't say anything else while he untied him. "Got anything sharp?"

"My looks count?" Jason joked trying not to swear out loud.

"See, I could leave you here but I'm too nice. So better help or else..." Dick whispered something in Jason, with a playful smile.

"Fine. Left pocket." He replied turning away from the oldest.

Dick gave a triumphant smile then went to search the pocket. His left hand ran from Jason's knee to his thigh, 'looking' for the pocket knife. With his right hand, and without permission, he took Jason's helmet off. And made him look at him directly.

"The hell are you doing?"

"Take a guess." He whispered back before taking out the sharp object and cutting the ropes. He stayed with the knife a bit longer, just watching Jason's reaction with a smile.

"Oh my! Oh my!" Zatanna interrupted so they wouldn't continue. "That is not family friendly!" She joked as they laughed.

"Fine. Maybe we went a bit overboard." Babs said faking innocence. She did a little fistbumbed with Kate.

"I can assure you that did not happen!" Roy said out loud, pointing at the girls with his drink in hand.

"Me too. I don't recall that happening." Kori was a bit confused about said story but was completely sure it didn't happened.

"Ok, ok. Maybe Roy and Kori weren't there at all but it could have happened anyways." Kate defended.

"Anyone else?" Zatanna asked taking a slice of pizza from the box.

"Since everyone is making things up, I'll have a go!" Wally accepted.

Both Jason and Dick were being chased by some super-villains and the police. The reasons were a robbery and a murder. Neither of them were caused by them but they just couldn't stop for anything. It happened in the middle of Gotham as cars passed and people walked to late dinner shops. The moon was bright above their heads and no sign of the other members were present.

"So, what are you up to?" Dick asked as they jumped from one building to another. He seemed to be enjoying the chase somehow.

"Well, I don't know right now but it's not good at all." He responded, half turning to shot the man shooting at them in a helicopter.

"Excuse me, serial killer. Will you kindly not shot him?"

"Then?"

"Don't jump." He said as he rolled down in between two building. Jason reacted a bit late causing him to tripped down losing his balance. A hand caught his to swung him to a balcony in front of them. "Hold yourself up for a second." He pleaded before letting go and landing on top of a air conditioner box, without ripping it off the building.

...

They stayed on lower grounds for a bit, following their chasers close. Their spy skills kicked in but were soon put away as they escaped. Now they were underground, in the sewerage, following a track send by the Red Robin.

"Tim said that we'll be able to reach the bat-cave if we follow this." Dick commented showing his phone screen to his partner. "If we are lucky, Killercroc won't be roaming this place right now."

"Now that's a stereotype." Dick giggled at the comment said. "It's true. Just because he is a big-ugly-ass crocodile doesn't mean he'd at the sewerage."

"Maybe you could show me movies were it doesn't happen. I'd like to find one." He offered lending his phone to Jason.

"It's said then. Tomorrow night in my place."

"Oh boy, you are so gonna regret doing this."

"Then you should be grateful you are pretty. If you weren't, then you'll be doomed in society."

"I'll take it as a compliment. Thank you." He elevated his hands to the back of his neck, smiling. "It's been so long since we had a decent talk."

"Last week, when I told you that my apartment wasn't a safe place."

"And then you let me sleep in your bed. Yeah, good talk."

"It wasn't a good talk." He said and suddenly noise coming from their right side made them stop. "Great, now what?"

"We are going up if anything happens. Head East if there's anyone chasing you. I'll go West. Loose then. Beat them up. I don't care but we will meet outside the manor. Understood?"

"Loud and clear boss."

The noise was coming closer so they ran forward. Then the noise ran towards them too. There was no way to loose them so their plan was to be followed.

"Hey," Dick stop Jason once they were out. Not much time left. "Be careful, ok? I know you can do just fine but be careful."

"Same to you Golden boy."

Dick quickly kissed Jason in the lips. Then they were off.

"That was beautiful!" M'gann spoke happily. The other girls had the same reaction and the boys just stared in confusion.

"That's from a movie. Isn't it?" Tim questioned first, not wanting to believe that Wally just said what he said.

"Of course! Or a book. I don't remember." He answered, making the guys sighed in relief. Even some of the girls did.

"I don't see it. Both Jason and Dick are too proud to run from a fight, but I'll give you a seven out of ten." Raven replied, with the others nodding to her statement which was partially true. Especially from Jason.

"C'mon Rae! Even you know this could've happened...at some point." Garfield stated not truly sure himself.

"Indeed Beast Boy, but she is also right." Kaldur'ahm, Aqualad, affirmed.

"They would not retrieve if it was not an order." Cass mentioned. "It's clear on the battleground."

"Ok ok. My turn!" Kara declared.

The 'original' bat-bros were almost falling asleep on their way home from a special mission. Almost not making it home, especially the younger ones. So the older ones decided to carry them. Once they were in safe zone, with Alfred helping with some wounds from the younger ones. The Justice League was also there, in a special meeting with the Bat.

Neither group was surprise to see the other. It had happened so many times it became a tradition whenever they were over in the batcave.

Dick and Jason stayed back to join the meeting, while Tim and Damian were forced to get some rest. Again, it had happened so many times before no one was really surprise.

"So, the Secret Society is at it again? Gee, don't they ever get tired of losing?" Dick expressed while he typed something on his phone, although he wasn't really paying attention to the screen, they knew he was probably the one who absorbed all the information.

"We are afraid so." Martian replied, as the images of the Secret Society appeared with all their information. Then there was a second of silence before he talked again. "We will be busy dealing with an abnormally on the other side of Earth. Nightwing and Red Hood, you'll recruit the Young Justice and the Teen Titans for the job. We know you and the others are more than capable but we only want you to slow them down until we come back."

"Understood boss." Dick answered, putting his phone aside to concentrate on the new mission that was given to him.

"Any new information or dates will be send to you. Anything important must be send to us instantly. That will be all for now." Marian concluded, given the others a glance to see if they had anything to add.

"Ok. Jason and me will be out. Meta-humans are attacking central Gotham." Dick informed before heading to the exit with Jason behind. "Good night everyone. Don't worry about us too much."

...

"Got the what we wanted?" Dick asked, still looking back at the direction of the manor. Not a good idea when riding a motorbike, but he is the Nightwing. He was more than capable to do that and more.

"Yup. Being a street rat pays off in situations like this." His partner responded, holding a bag over his head. As much as they tried to be responsible on the road, they couldn't do it. "You know we are gonna get in hella trouble when they find out, right?"

"It will be worth the laughs."

...

Now they were off the roads, on top a building. The lights from the city hugged them away from the darkness of the night. Both excited to see the precious thing inside the leather bag. Jason took out Diana's Lasso of Truth, then threw the bag to a side. It glowed in golden magic, fascinating both.

"It's more magestic than I thought...It's just...Wow."

"It's an Amazon weapon. Created and used by Gods." Jason mumbled still holding it before giving it to Dick, who just admired the golden colour. "Who you wanna try it on first?"

"I don't care. We have, we use it. We don't have much time before Wonder Woman finds out."

"We could use it on the meta-humans, since we have to take them out anyways." Jason suggested with a smile on his face, Dick's reaction was priceless for him. He could have swore his partner didn't even noticed.

...

"Ok, so the bad guys escaped and now we are tied up. In the Lasso of Truth. In the middle of the night. We are a mess." Dick sided look at his weapons on the floor next to them. Near those were Jason's guns with empty bullets and fresh smoke coming out of the guns' muzzles. It was quite a hard fight.

"So...hum...Mind finding a way to free ourselves." Jason pleaded clearly uncomfortable by their closeness. Although they were back to back, he knew Dick was so calm about it.

"I could try leaning back and see if I could free my hands." His partner suggested as he inclined his head on Jay's shoulder, giving away his smile. As much as he tried to see Jay, his position wouldn't allow him. "Ok, I need you to stand still while I do this. If you don't, we are gonna fall and that's gonna be really bad for us."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Hurry up."

Dick pressed himself against Jason's back, leaving just enough space for him to slide his arms in from. When he made it, he could finally let his breath go. Jason relaxed while he sighed, like Dick did. Before he could say anything, Dick was doing the exact same thing again as he tried to untie the knot. But didn't last long before giving up and wailing.

"I can't. Try twisting the rope from your side or something." He finally stated.

Jason couldn't even reach the rope with his fingers so he shrugged his shoulders. His action was enough for Dick to sigh again. Dick giggled.

"Want to ask me some burning question?" He asked and the rope glowed in a bright golden, so he figured out it was doing it's magic.

Jason gulped. He was clearly fighting the need to tell the truth.

"Come on little wing. You know neither of us can lie in this situation." He teased while leaning his head back in Jay's shoulder.

"I hate you. And yes, I do want to ask you something."

"Awww, what is it?"

"Since you been out with many people. And you are currently not dating anyone. What are your types?"

"Man, that's some silly question. However, because you are asking me, I'm gonna tell you." He gave a quit pause before answering. "I don't really have a type but I tend to fall for people who...I tend to fall for people who I have rescued once and vice versa. Yeah, I know, it's weird."

"Why?" Came out quickly out of Jay's mouth.

"Why? Oh, I don't really know. Something to do with trust. If they could save me, I could trust them with my life. If I can save them once, I can do it twice. Three times...I could protect them..." Dick went quiet all of the sudden. Still mumbling nonsense under his breath.

It was quiet.

"Who do you like?" "You." They both asked and answered at the same time. Their guards were down so they didn't notice until they heard the answer.

"Oh my goodness! You like me? Really? Red Hood likes Nightwing? Oh my gosh!" Dick teased surprised. Then the next thing he did was letting the rope go, freeing them. He basically pulled the Lasso and picked his weapons up, rushing away from Jason. "I'm so telling everyone about this!"

"You...You! You come back here now! Nightwing!" He tried processing what happened before picking his guns up and lifting them. Both guns pointing at a near Nightwing, fingers pressed against the trigger.

"Come on! Let's get moving pretty!" He screamed picking up the leather bag from the beginning, then putting the Lasso in it. "You could try shooting me babe, but that be such a mean thing to do! It's nearly midnight and Bats will be out soon! You coming or not?!"

"That did happened once. The Lasso thing but not with those questions." Duke pointed out, while the bat-fam laughed at that memory.

"Yeah, it was bad." Luke continued. "They were forced to stay away from each other so they wouldn't kill the other one."

"Yeah...I've been there...Not good." Conner rested his head on his hand, half-closing his eyes to Tim who just smiled 'innocently'. "Don't trust them. Especially a guy called Tim who will force you to deal with it."

"Really?" Kara questioned with eyes filled with hope. "What happened?"

Before Conner could answer that question, two familiar voices caught everyone's attention and tried finding were they were coming from.

"Oh! Wow. Why are all of you here? Wait! You guys didn't call me? Oh my gosh. I fell so disappointed." Dick dramatised with a funny look in his face. They all laughed at his reaction. "My friends and my family, together. In the same room. Not fighting...Who are all of you?! Where are my loved ones?! No. Don't tell me. Just...Just leave!"

"Shhh, they are safe." Kate winked at him, holding her finger in her lips telling him to stay quiet.

"Oh my! Jason! They have our family! And friends! And...and..." He pulled Jason's arm, who rolled his eyes as he was pulled towards his boyfriend.

"You guys, I hate all of you." He said, pointing at everyone in the room.

"We love you too Jaybird." Babs winked at him, taking a sip from a coke can.

"Gee, like, excuse me? Pretty girl, he is mine." Dick released Jay's arm before walking up to his ex-girlfriend, almost face to face with her. He just looked at her, quietly. Then he took one of the cans in the table, blowing a kiss to the redhead. "We are going out. See you on patrol. Lots of love!"

"Wait..." Tim called right before Dick and Jason walked out of the living room. When they both turned to see, the younger one made a sign to come closer. "We have a question. And we really want answers."

"Oh...What is it?" The oldest was the only one who looked worried, although Jay didn't looked at the conversation, he was pretty aware of his surroundings.

"This is dumb. They want to know how you and Todd got together." Damian finally talked, looking away from his phone. Jon, who was next to him, lowered his headphones to listen to the conversation.

"Well. It is kind of dumb but I guess, we could..." The oldest glanced at his partner for help as he didn't know what to do or say. They both shrugged not knowing exactly. "I mean, it was really stupid." He tried joking it off, so they will forget about it but he knew they wouldn't let it go.

"We were talking about it." Jon gave a little explanation, while looking at the others who kept their gaze on Dick.

"Well...there's two times, same day." Dick sat on the back of the couch, looking above his head as he tried remembering that day. Jay forced himself to stand next to his partner, with his hands on his hips.

It was early morning when Dick found Jason overlooking Gotham. They didn't talk straight away but soon loosen up and started talking about their day. As much as they tried looking away from each other, there's was always something that drew them to look back.

"Wanna go eat something?" Dick offered with a smile. It was early, too early to be seen by anyone they knew so it was perfect timing.

"You are paying."

...

They fought over the place, but since Dick was too nice, he let Jason choose. At the end they went to a Chinese restaurant, which kindly serve them anything they wanted. They have saved so many places, they don't remember all of them. Despite the time, they got some lunch instead of breakfast.

"This place is nice." Dick whispered, drinking his tea like Jason did. They weren't talking too much, just casual comments and responses. "We should come here more often."

"We?" He was surprised, almost shocked to hear that pronoun.

"Um...Yeah..." He was saved as their food came. He shook his head, attacking his food and this told Jason to not talk about it anymore.

The more time they were together, things lighten up a bit. Dick grabbed the fortune-cookie, breaking it to read the tiny paper folded inside. Soft chuckling came out his mouth, which drew Jason's attention.

"It says 'You should date the person next to you'. So, wanna date? It says on the paper." He declared, leaving the note on the table, eyes locked on Jay's.

"What?"

"Um...Maybe I could win you over with food...Yeah, that could work."

>>>

Since they spend the morning together, Dick managed to get Jason to be with him for the rest of the day. Of course out of their 'work' suits, to change in normal clothes. It didn't take long for them until they visited many places.

"Stay here, okay? I'll just get something for Tim and Damian."

"I'm not five years old anymore, Grayson."

A few minutes later, a lady walked up to Jason with a flirty look on her face. Jason was clearly uncomfortable but tried to play it cool.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Hello?"

"Why are you so lonely? No girl with you?"

"What? Madam, please, I'm waiting for someone."

"Oh, it is a young girl? I could wait with you, make you some company."

"I'm with someone." He mumbled loud enough for her to hear, who looked shocked. "So please, leave me. Or else..."

"Oh! Hey babe!" Dick came rushing with a bag with some sweets inside. He quickly hooked his arms with Jason's, slowly pulling him back. "I'm sorry madam but we need to get going now. Enjoy your evening!"

When they were away, the oldest was laughing quite loudly. The youngest only looked down, still embarrassed about what had just happened back there.

"Sooo, babe?" Dick muttered turning to softly kiss his left cheek, making him blush. No answer came so Dick kept talking. "Are you okay? If you want me to stop...I-I will do it..."

"It's okay." He murmured, half turning to face him. "Thank you...You know, back there...With the women...Arg...You know what I mean..."

"Yeah..." He side-hugged Jay's waist, pulling him closer. "Want to go home? I could take you. Then..."

"Shut up. Just shut up Dick."

"Wow, that's so nice of you." He replied, resting his head on Jay's shoulder. "So, do you want to date me?"

"You guys disgust me!" Damian focused on his phone again, pulling his headphones down covering his ears resuming whatever he was doing before.

The others just laughed it off before turning to see the couple again.

"Yup." Dick stood up before looking at Jason, who just shrugged his shoulders once more. "We are out then. See you around later?" Everybody else agreed with nods, so they both went out.

...

"Are you happy about embarrassing me?" Jason moaned pulling himself away from his partner. The afternoon light bathed them, with just few minutes to the night. Neither talked until the night came.

"I'm sorry..." Dick apologised felling a bit weird. "I just couldn't tell them the real thing...Hum...You know...That day..." He sighed.

Jason looked away.

"Come on Jay. You know neither of us wants to remember that especific day." The oldest stood in the edge of the building, overlooking the city. "Forget it, okay? It's better that way..."

"Yeah...Let's get going Golden boy." They both laughed.

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(Ferriswheelshipping) Awakened Emotions Chapter 26

"Steven! Go get their attention! I'll stay and protect White." N orders hastily, but Steven was already running off towards the shore and the sounds of the helicopter before he had even finished his sentence.

As Steven dashes through the tropical trees, N worriedly looks down at White to see if she was showing any signs of consciousness. To his dismay, she seemed to be no more awake then she was the previous night, and she still didn't look healthy at all. He had greatly hoped that she had merely passed out and not slipped into a coma, but it seemed more and more like she was in a coma as time went on. He holds her hand and squeezes them softly as he prays to himself that Steven would be able to catch the attention of the helicopter. White needed medical attention as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Steven reaches the shoreline and begins to desperately screech in hopes that the helicopter pilot would be able to hear them. The aircraft was veering in the opposite direction of their island and towards another one, but luckily, it was going rather slow, and Steven was able to catch up with it after a while of sprinting with everything he had.

Steven screams and screams as loud as he could, continuing to chase the helicopter. His throat burned and he could feel his voice leaving him, but he couldn't give up just yet. The helicopter picked up in speed, and Steven could barely keep up. He nearly tripped a few times, but continued to scream for help. His efforts seemed fruitless for the longest time, but finally, his attempts were realized. The helicopter abruptly stops midair, and begins a quick descent towards the sand below. Steven hastily backs away to avoid being crushed, and a victorious but exhausted smile makes its way upon his face as he falls to his knees in an attempt to catch his breath.

The helicopter gently plops and lands on the sand, the metal rotor creaking and halting to a stop. A young and dark skinned man promptly leaps from the vehicle, quickly approaching Steven. "Mr. Stone! We have been looking everywhere for you! Are you alright?"

Steven was sure he didn't look alright, since he had various gashes from the branches of the forest and his clothes were completely torn up. He also felt like complete crap, but it didn't matter to him at the moment. "I'm fine. I was with two other friends who are nearby in the forest. We are all hungry and thirsty, but one of my friends had a head injury and still hasn't woken up. She needs help right away!" He explains quickly, his words nearly jumbled together. The younger man nods in agreement, and Steven leads him into the forest where he had left N and White behind.

The pair find N and White, whom were still cuddled together under a tropical tree. It seemed White still hadn't roused from her slumber, even with the loud noises from the earlier helicopter. His eyes narrow in concern and he approaches them. N notices that help seemed to have found them, and his eyes light up as he realizes that they would be saved.

Later…

Where… Am I?

White feels like her entire body was under the weight of a huge slab of concrete, and she could hardly breathe. Her eyes felt like they each had a thousand pounds on top of them preventing them from opening. She felt like she was swimming in and out of consciousness, like she was going back and forth between underwater and the air. All of her senses were dulled, but she could feel a throbbing pain on her forehead as well as burning in her throat. Finally, she hears a familiar voice in the endless darkness that she was casted in. Since she was unable to see anything or move a single muscle, the voice reverberated throughout her. It was N's voice, and he sounded very upset and traumatized.

"I should have found her sooner… I shouldn't have left her alone no matter the circumstances…" N was sobbing deliriously, his voice cracking at the end. White's heart broke at the sound of his pain, and she wanted to pull him into her arms and tell him everything was fine, but she was unable to move a single muscle no matter how hard she tried.

"If I had just been a bit faster, I might have been able to save her… What if she never wakes up?"

It hurt White to know that he was blaming himself for her own mistake, and tears of frustration and sadness prick the corners of her eyes, and she was a bit relieved that she was finally able to control one part of her body. She hoped N would notice her small response so that he would know that she was there with him mentally, even if she wasn't physically.

White hears N gasp quietly, and she hopes he has realized her tears. A strong and warm hang envelopes her own, and she manages to twitch her lips the slightest bit in happiness.

"White… You can hear me, can't you? I hope you can. I love you… Please get better, or I don't know what I'll do…" He squeezes her hand softly. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to help…"

She wanted to tell him to stop being an idiot and blaming himself for everything, and she wanted to hug him and tell him everything was fine, but she found her consciousness and awareness slipping away from her as she enters the comatose state again.

N had stayed by White's side at the hospital for the entire week she had been in her coma. After being rescued by the helicopter, White was immediately rushed to a hospital because of malnutrition and what appeared to be a coma from her injury, and was hooked up to an IV and various machines. It had broken N's heart to see her in such a state, and Steven was upset as well. Steven had stayed the first day in the hospital with N and White, but had to leave that night to return to his father to help with a company meeting. Around that time, N had been upset the entire day, sobbing over her condition. He had merely thought she had a minor head injury and had passed out, and he expected her to wake up after a day and to be just fine. Although there was nothing he could have done, he felt terrible and had begun to blame himself for the circumstance. Around that time, it was as if White had known he was blaming himself and grieving, as she started to cry despite still appearing to be in a coma, and she even managed a little smile.

However, after that, N had talked to her the entire day in hopes to give her company and hoped it would help spur her from her coma, since it appeared that at that point, she had been self aware. However, he was no longer able to get any sort of reaction from her at all, and he was growing more and more depressed, feeling like a zombie himself. The hospital staff brought him meals since he refused to leave White's side. They tried to kick him out at night, but he refused. The staff pitied him, and decided he wouldn't do harm to stay overnight. For the week she had been in the coma, he had slept rather uncomfortably with his head propped on the bed and his body seated in a chair that he had pulled up next to the hospital bed.

The prognosis was rather unpredictable for White. The hospital staff was surprised that she had even entered a coma in the first place, since the head injury wasn't exactly life threatening, although it was still serious nonetheless. It was believed to be the combined issues of malnutrition, stress, exhaustion, and her injury which caused her body to go into shock and then a coma. N frequently inquired from the doctors, hoping to learn all he could. They told him that if she didn't wake up past the first week, it was unlikely that she ever would. N had needlessly begged them of anything that could be done for White, but the doctors said there wasn't much. The only thing they recommended that he could do was to continue to visit her and talk to her, since familiar things might cause her awaken.

N continued to to just that, visiting every single day and talking to her about various things, telling her various amusing stories that he had heard from different Pokemon he had met. After she continued to lay unresponsive, N decided he would try something else. During the beginning of their vacation on the cruise, White had complained of not being able to bring out her Pokemon and spend time with them, since the cruise ship prevented any Pokemon aboard due to safety precautions, and they were all to be left in their Pokeballs in their rooms. N bitterly began to think of just how much could have been avoided if he had simply brought along his Pokeballs when they went on the helicopter. They would have been completely fine, but most importantly, White would be fine. It frustrated N beyond means at how easily everything could have been fine, if only he had made a single different decision.

After pulling himself out of his mental despair, he determinedly decides that White needed him right now, and that thinking of what could have been different would only waste time. Although the hospital probably wouldn't like N bringing out his Pokemon in the hospital room, nothing mattered more to him now than helping White out of her coma, and to hell with the rules. He'd On a side note, N also had missed his Pokemon in the last few days. Usually, if he was very busy, he would let them out of their Pokeballs at least a few times a day to spend time with him. He hated leaving them in their Pokeballs, but his Pokemon always reassured him that they were fine with it. Steven had returned N's and White's Pokeballs from the cruise ship, and N currently had them all in his possession.

Lucky for N, the day was drawing to a close, and most hospital workers were leaving. This would make it easier for him to get away with bringing out the Pokemon with no one noticing, as long as they kept the noise down.

N calls out almost all the Pokemon, with the exception of the dragons, since they were too big. He decided he would spend time with the legendary dragons later, since it was impossible now. With 10 Pokemon in the room, it was incredibly crowded, despite the room being very spacious in the beginning.

All of White's Pokemon had been in an immediate panic upon seeing their master's condition, but N quickly explained the situation and how they needed to remain quiet or would be caught. N's own Pokemon had practically trampled on him from missing him so badly, and he couldn't help but let out a few laughs as his Archeops pulled him into an awkward feathery hug.

After N had quickly explained White's predicament to all of the Pokemon, they all surround her bed, looking worried and distressed.

White's Serperior had slithered over to her bedside and layed its head upon her tummy, letting out a small upset whine. Her Cinccino had crawled onto her bedside and was currently laying on top of her legs, making quiet unhappy noises as well. The rest of White's Pokemon huddled close, all equally concerned for her. N had claimed her other side, holding her right hand and leaning over her in his chair in hopes that she would have some sort of reaction to having all of her Pokemon friends beside her.

N leans down further, gently pressing his lips to her small and petite hand. "Please, White. Please wake up. We all need you. I need you…"

A pair of deep cerulean blue eyes flutter open.

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This Was An Ask...

… But for some reason it broke and the text wouldn’t appear when I answered. The ask was;

'How would the boys go about waking up their little son or daughter up for training? It would be so cute if you let them have little nicknames and a cute daddy moment with them! Pretty please!'

Let’s see if my answer works here;

Oh, be still my beating heart <3 That’s adorable. A lot of this is personal head canon about what the guys kids would be like, so there we go, but roll with it)

Leo -

Leo would want to get his little one into the habit of waking up as early as he does, given he’s always been a sucker for training. Luckily he’s experienced with getting other people up for this exact thing- Namely Mikey most days and Donnie anytime after he’s been up way to late finishing some experiment. Or maybe watching anime (And Donnie totally watches anime, no one will ever convince me otherwise)

So it comes as second nature to him, venturing into his son’s room to try and stir him from his sleep. He’d be kind enough to leave the lights out as he made his way over to sit on the edge of his bed.

“ Hey, squirt, time to wake up. You’ve got training in half an hour, ” He encouraged him softly, only to be met with tired groans of protest, causing him to chuckle.

“ Ugh, five more minutes dad, ” Kameko grumbled as he buried himself even further into his blankets, causing Leo to sigh.

“ Alright, five more minutes, ” He relented. He didn’t mean to be so easily defeated but he’d do anything for his own son.

Raph -

Raphael however is not quite as… Gentle as a father figure as Leonardo is. He loves his kid just as much, of course, but in typical Raphael style his way of parenting was a lot… Louder.

“ Up and at ‘em, half-pint! ” Raph boomed, door flung open, lights switched on like it was a spotlight. A cushion was thrown his way but bounced harmlessly off of his shoulder. Before his daughter could react further, she’d already had the covers thrown off of her and been hoisted up onto her father’s shoulders.

“ Daaaad, ” Kelly yawned, as she rubbed sleepily at her eyes, already being piggy backed through to the kitchen to get some breakfast before training. “ It’s too early. ”

“ Yeah, you wish it was, ” Raph retorted, dropping her carefully to the tiles of the kitchen floor, like one might handle a China doll. While he might act like a big, tough scary- He was in fact a massive softie. Especially when it came to matters of his family. Especially his daughter, who he adored more than life itself.

“ … Kameko, did you eat all the Cheerios again? ” Kelly complained, looking to her older cousin who was currently halfway through munching said cereal.

“ … No. ”

And suddenly there was milk and half eaten Cheerios everywhere. A spoon went flying. Kelly had vaulted the table and tackled poor Kameko when he was halfway through a mouthful of breakfast.

Raph looked to his side, to see Leo, who could only sigh before the two of them went to go break up their fighting children.

Some things never change.

Donnie -

Don is a pretty fussy sort of helicopter parent… But he isn’t, because he’s read the terrible statistics of what might happen to a child who is coddled too much. He’s read every book on parenting, and is likely trying to discreetly check on his child at ever turn. But only because he loves them!

As such, and because of his terrible sleep pattern as well, Don would probably opt for an extra loud alarm clock to wake -both- of them up. It probably wouldn’t work.

“ Dad, uh, hey dad? ” Tesla asked, shaking his father’s arm slightly. Donnie would peer one eye open to look at his son, scooping him up into his arms to settle him in bed between himself and his mother.

“ What’s the matter, whizz-kid? ” He asked him, speaking quietly as to not wake his sleeping wife.

“ Um it’s just… I think we slept through our alarm again, ” He explains sheepishly.

“ Really? But I just made it louder. What makes you think that, little genius? ” Donnie asked, stretching out slightly.

“ DONATELLO! TESLA! ”

“ … Grandfather does, ” The kid explained, retreating under the pillows, while Donnie checked the alarm to see- Yep, they’d somehow slept in again.

“ I’ll… I’ll upgrade the speakers again later. Uh, for now let’s… Let’s just hide. ”

(This one is a little sad given how many versions Splinter dies in… Oops, didn’t mean to stir up any feels)

Mikey -

Mikey, even far into his adulthood, is still a child at heart. He understands his kids struggles, he remembered hating waiting for training… Scratch that he still hates waking up for training now… And waking up, in general. So when he does have to wake his precious little one up, he’s more than soft about it.

“ Psst, huggy-buggy, widdle-waddle, my tinker-doodle, ” Mikey whisper-shouted, kneeling beside the bed and resting his elbows on the edge of the mattress.

“ Ugh, dad, that’s so embarrassing, ” Tiara complained sighing, stretching out slightly. “ Do I need to go? ” She asked him, not with her usual air of sleepy defiance as expected from any child who did not want to do something. Rather, genuine sadness.

“ Why? Are you sick? ” He asked, beginning to make a fuss as he ever did when his precious baby was ill.

“ Do I need to go to training if I’m sick? ” She asked him in response, holding her blankets to her chest with a frown.

“ No. ”

“ Then I’m sick, ” She insisted, a few tears dripping from her eyes. Mikey instantly went to scoop her up, pulling her down from the bed to side on his lap, tugging the duvet with her.

“ Hey, little princess, what’s the matter? ” He asked her, rocking her gently.

“ I… Everyone else is better than me, ” This comment left Mikey gobsmacked.

“ What? ”

“ W-Well, my cousins are all… Better. Kameko is really good at getting everyone to work together, Kelly is sooo much better than me and fighting and Tesla is like, super smart, ” Tiara explained. “ … And then there’s me, ” Mikey’s heart sank. Not just because his daughter was feeling so low but because… He’d felt like that growing up too. He’d always felt his brothers were better than him.

“ Well, maybe, pfft~ So? Can they cheer everyone up? Are they sneaky enough to steal the last cookie from the jar without Grandpa noticing? Do they have the high score on pinball? ” He asked her, before proceeding to launch a tickle assault on her, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles.

“ N-No! ” She squealed.

“ Then who does!? ” He asked, pinning her as his fingers found their way to her armpits, causing her to roar even louder in hysterical laughter.

“ Me! I d-do! ” Tiara squealed.

“ That’s it! So you get in there and you show em your stuff, Waddles! ” He encouraged.

“ Daaaaad! ”

(And there you have it. Just as a little explanation as to why I picked the names / nicknames I did.

Leo - So I picked Kameko because it’s Japanese and Leo is a sucker for all that. Plus, it means 'son of the tortoise’ and y'know, haha. Close enough to turtle right? Squirt was something in the same sort of punny, eh, squirt ad in squirtle… The Pokemon?… Just me?

Raph - Kelly means warrior, think that’s pretty self explanatory. I feel he’d also want a short name with a lot of meaning for his kid. And 'half-pint’ I just feel Raph would be one to obsess over, omg look how small his kid is. Short-stack / shorty are also totally viable options.

Donnie - Tesla, as in, the scientist Nikola Tesla. I thought it was cute as well. Whizz-kid and little genius are just part of that. Einstein maybe from time to time. Plus, those are also somewhat compliments? And I feel Don would be one to smother his kid in praise.

Mikey - Mikey would definitely want a 'celeb’ name for his baby. It’d have to be unique and a bit odd, but not so strange the kid would hate it. Something that was cute and nice. So Tiara, since y'know, connotations of royalty and princesses. Plus, I actually have met someone with this name! ^.^ As a middle name know, but still. I figure as with nicknames, Mikey would go overboard. He’d have a million and one embarrassing nicknames on the go at all times, with no reason or rhyme to them. )

#brayden1616 #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo

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The Bride of the Red Leader Finale (I mean it) TW: Realistic Violence/Grimdark, Head Trauma and Possible Animal Cruelty are involved.

Well... this is the end, beautiful friends; after less than a year, this is my fanfic’s final chapter.

It’s been a lot of fun~ I’d like to thank each and every one of you who made this journey with me....this fanfic wouldn’t have been anything with out you.

Hopefully, it left you with some good memories so until we meet again (as in, when I make another EW fanfic), stay gold.

Bang.

(Raise your hand if you know what I was referencing there, now let’s get this Birthday party started because April 15th is the day I officially turn 18 and it’s also @dorksandoodles‘ birthday as well so wish 'em a happy birthday 2!)

Fanfiction.net Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11976509/13/The-Bride-of-the-Red-Leader

“Help me.”

Edd’s POV

I awakened by a scent that perked my nose.....a scent that faintly reminded me of a campfire but with a sour, toxic hint....I open my eyes to find myself in a little house, lying on a bed in a hospital gown with a somewhat familiar face cradling me; even though I don’t remember or even know his name, I couldn’t help but try to wake them up but all I was treated to was discovering the bullet holes that where stuck in his head.

“Ready for the honeymoon, soul mate?”

I gasp at the sight of a menacing-looking man with a psychotic look on his face, carrying a gun on one hand and clutching an unknown object in the other; since I presume he was the one who shot the other man who may have been trying to protect me, I decided to run as fast as I can from him but then he starts running after me, looking even less like a human and more like a beast who was ready to snatch me away from safety and gobble me up whole~ I keep running through the labyrinth of the house until I finally begin to notice a broken window; it looks pretty dangerous and I might get hurt, considering how jagged it looked, then again would I really choose the risk of getting shot (or worse) by the crazed lunatic over just a few little scrapes? the answer is obviously no so I decide cowboy up, jump out of the house and into the brutal cold outside where I start looking for a safe, warm place for me to hide away through the blinding blizzard I was stuck in.

As the blizzard begins winding down, I finally see something in the distance that resembles a sweater; not really the exact "safe" thing I was looking for but it did look "warm" but my relief turned into heartbreak when I found out what it really was; It's really a little critter that was caught in a bear trap, the poor little soul....I feel so bad for it that......I begin crying......and I decided to hold the remains of the little angel and pet it as if it where alive, after all, it was probably looking for something too...perhaps someone to give it some love and attention.....I'm such a sap.....

Todd's POV

I've been waiting and waiting and waaaaiting for a single response from none other than my insane boss, the Red Leader or as some know as “Tord”, I wonder if he caught those three yet? I knew it was a terrible idea to split up....boy, I'm hungry, maybe I'll call up and order a pizza...wait, darn it all, then out cover will be blown! man, this rots...suddenly the phone rings, it's finally a response from Tord.

"Hey there, R.L. Stine, did you catch Edd?" I asked.

"Close but no cigar, although I did manage to kill Tom and Matt so they won't go rescuing my guinea pig again~ do you see Edd anywhere?"

"No sign of him yet, boss."

"I'm counting on you, man, you better find that little munchkin alive."

"Yes, sir."

After he hung up, I was searching through the vast winter forest; nothing so far....oh hello, what's this? a figure from not-so-afar hunched over, holding something? Time to take him in and get my promotion! I quickly get up from my seat, jump out of the tank and sneak up against the figure...although it's a little hard to tell because of the storm going on, I can safely say that-hey what the?

"We caught him, m'am! we caught the red leader! over." The figure shouts into a walkie-talkie/phone of her right after she handcuffs me.

"Good work kid, we'll be right over in a bit! over, out."

They must have mistaken me for Tord, which kinda makes sense really, but I didn't wanna get blamed for all his dirty work so I had to do what I had to do once the helicopter dropped in a dozen soldiers with guns aiming at me.

“You’re under arrest, any last words?”

“I’m not the Red Leader!”

“Ha! and I’m the Queen of Atlantis~ take him in before he does anything risky.”

“I’m serious, you got the wrong guy!”

“Prove it.”

“See that wallet in my pocket? fish it out.”

“Alright, you better not be joking.”

She fishes the wallet out of my pocket, finding some photos of me and my dearest brother, Tord that points out the differences between us and thank God she believes me....or does she? judging by the look on her face, she’s probably gonna ask me some more info and with a suspicious glare, she does so.

“Spill us some more home truths and then we’ll un-cuff you.”

“Okay, okay...I know his whereabouts, see that little house east of here? he’s inside there with the bodies of two men he killed and he’s been wanting me to find this person he kidnapped to take over the world by making him a giant robot.”

“And how do you know all this stuff, are you psychic or something?”

“....I work for him.”

“Hmmm makes sense, all we needed to know; free him, ladies.”

They finally get the handcuffs off of me, but as I walk home I hear a loud blast and something small yet very painful hit the back of my head three times; all I can do is fall on the ground, covering my wound and curse out my killers as my last visions on this very earth are apparently snow, blood and my very last breath.

“Hey, we didn’t say we weren’t gonna shoot a commie like you~ now my soldiers, let’s go because we have bigger fish to fry.”

“Yes, m’am!”

.....

Tord’s POV

I looked everywhere for Edd, he must have escaped from under my nose yet again, it’s as if the odds are against me winning; on second thought, he probably took the same route I did: sneaking through that broken window~ that must have been classic stupid Tom’s doing, oh well! I might as well search for the chubby little chipmunk yet again and this time, I’ll definitely have him right where I want him! I walk up to the door to continue my never ending journey, but instead of getting hit by a snowstorm, it’s a group of other soldiers from another army ambushing me with bludgeoning weapons; I tried to use my gun but along with the ring, it was knocked out of my hand.

“HOW DID YOU GET HERE!?” I roar through the harsh beatings.

“A little birdie told us.” One of them giggled sweetly, if not passive-aggressively before hand-cuffing me.

“Tord Lars, you’re under arrest for your crimes against Europe, take this sicko away from my sight immediately.”

“What do you plan on doing to me? the big house for a little time out?” I tried to laugh in an aloof tone.

“We’re gonna bring back the guillotine back in the mother country for what you’ve been doing all these years.” the leader replied.

“Wait, are you gonna confine me first?”

“Nope! straight-up, first-thing’s-first, guillotine for you.”

“I’m just gonna escape again!”

“If you do, we’re just gonna shoot you in the head just like we did with the little birdie.”

Well, I guess this is where my story ends, plan after plan of trying to concur the world, all those soldiers that where killed, all my manipulations, contraptions and what not where apparently all for nothing and only one question remains: who was this “little birdie” anyway!? no matter if I’m in heaven or the other place I am seriously giving them an earful!!

The Chief’s POV

As the soldiers left the room, I spotted some sort of doo-hickey on the floor, must have been a wedding ring or something; I take a closer look to realize it was no ordinary ring, but one of Public Enemy Number One’s typical devices~ I don’t know how it works but I’ll probably find a way to destroy it later so I tucked it safely in one of my pockets.

On our way back to the helicopter just as the storm finally died off, one of my most trusty soldiers noticed a figure wandering around in the distance.

“Hey, you all see that over there?” I asked all of them.

“Nope.” One of them replied before the others guided them with their fingers pointing at the stranger.

“Let’s go offer ‘em a hand.” I replied, leading them to the person’s path.

As I got a closer look, I saw what the stranger looked like: a short, fragile-looking male in a hospital gown, silently crying while holding a cat in a bear trap; finally the poor boy looked up at us uttering one word before collapsing on the ground: “......Help me.” which in truth made all the soldiers began to go “Awwww” with sympathy in their eyes until you-know-who-by-know breaks silence with: “That’s my bride!”.

“Bride, huh?” One of them asks with a disapproving look.

“Tell us more about this “bride” of yours and why did he end up like this.” said yours truly.

“Long-story short..” he trails off as all of us, including the stranger and the dad cat who where in my arms, hustled into the helicopter.

....

That night, before the day Tord is officially executed, he promised a little earlier to permanently bring back Edd’s memories in a little room within our database and just so he doesn’t pull a Houdini on us, all of us keep more than a close eye on him, watching his every movement with weapons in our hands; I swear for one moment I see him shaking in his boots~ serves him right.

“What’s the point of bring back his memory if I’m not free to go afterwords?” He whines.

“Because you’re a dangerous, dangerous man and you need to at least fix one crime before paying for all the others now put that ring on that little pinky finger, then take it off and destroy it so it won’t be used to harm anyone again!” I bark at him.

“Alright, fine, hold on.”

We patiently wait a few minutes before Edd’s memories return to their rightful place and watching Tord tinker around with the settings on the ring for a little bit; finally, Tord clicks a little switch from underneath and slips the ring onto Edd’s finger, but little did we know that so-called “justice” may have been the biggest mistake any one of us ever done~ within moments, the boy went from an emotionless, fail thing to a blubbering mess, crying out the names of who I presume where loved ones of his; it was already to late since Tord throw the ring on the ground and stomped on it to smithereens.

Honestly, it made me wonder who was the real monster in this scenario....

“TOOOOOOM!!! MAAAAAAAAATT!!!! RIIIIINGOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

And now, for a sneak peek of my next fanfic! *confetti*

“Woah, what’s this little guy doing in my room?”

“Awww, it’s a little me!”

“GET OUT OF MY SMIRNOFF YOU BRAT!”

Edd and his friends Matt and Tom are just your three regular guys, but what happens when their own, much smaller counterparts give them the power of technology and song?

Stay tunedd and thanks for reading!- Juli

#eddsworld #tordedd #eddtord #bride!edd au #fanfic #grimdark #more like anti tordedd at this point jc

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