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flamingpudding · 3 months

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I love your writing so much but I'm here with a crack idea just imagine deage Dan is Klarion.

Dan was able to find out who he is outside of Danny then he was able to change his name Klarion Jackson Fenton/Nightingale he is still a little villain boy also now a mom boy.

Ghost King Danny is his mom young justice was so confused when Klarion you're the best gifts get your mom after not talking to him for a while to also begging them to pretend to be his friend . Justice League dark is panicking in the background about the electric being that just shows up.

Danny in full ghost king attire standing there with a plate of cookies ready to meet his son's new friends.

Thanks so much! I am glad you enjoy my writing!

Also thanks because I absolutely love this Idea/Prompt! Sooooo please enjoy this piece inspired by it! Also I haven't consumed a lot of DC material lately so i am basing this all on my memories. In other words.... I went with Tim's little team here.

Hope that's okay and that this won't disappoint.

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Dan, who was going by Klarion for some years now, had a massive problem. It was the huge kind of problem build on small bubbles of lies that then turned into this one giant bubble that was about to pop just because of one little question asked by his mom when his sister decided to throw him under the bus to deflect from herself and the fact that she was dating a demon. Don't get him wrong he still loves her, but man did he want to strangle Danielle right now.

"So Klarion, Ellie is right. When will I get to meet your friends you told me so much about?"

It was such an innocent question from his mom. And while his moms titles don't scare him, cause at some point in time they could have been his too, the happy dopey smile like nothing was wrong in the dimensions with little expectations directed at him was the scariest thing his mom could ever direct at him when he had asked THAT question.

So now Klarion was in need of a quick solution. When his mom had asked he had mumbled out a quick: "Next week maybe. We won't be busy with hero stuff then." He had started to form a plan. First of all, he needed to remember what all he had told his mom about his new and redeemed life on Earth 43 he had build for himself with the name Klarion Jackson Fenton-Nightingale.

Which fuck. There was a lot he had told his mom just so he wouldn't worry.

Cause now he also remembers that whenever he had gone out to cause some chaos he had made it seem to his mom like he was going out to bond with his new friend or help them with their hero duty. Well, in a way maybe his chaos causing could be seen as bonding. The ghostly kind, that is. And as for helping with the hero duty... he did give them work, something to do with their hero status. Anyway Klarion tried to remember all possible names he had dropped. Shit why did he also mention to his mom that he was working with heroes to make her proud? He should have name dropped some villains instead but nearly all of them were adults. He knew his mom would have frowned if he had only adult friends and no one around his age.

He was pacing his room in their castle. He need a plan, a good one at that. He knows he name dropped Robin, now Red Robin, Superboy and Impulse on a whim once. Superboy more so cause his mom had been interested in the Alien Heros of the Earth of the dimension he was partially living on now. He had mentioned Robin for the joke of knowing that there is a Dinner in an other Dimension with the same name. And because his Grandfather didn't like the Flash-clan which meant his mom didn't like them too much because of their messing with timelines either, he had mentioned being friends with Impulse on pure spite because of a punishment one day and to see their reactions. So he had to get these three on board anyway, and because for the heck of it he would get Wonder Girl involved too. It was never bad to have a girl in a friends group.

Klarion stopped his pacing. Turning towards his demonic ghost cat companion, kind of what Cujo was to his mom now. "Teekl, I think I have a plan. I will convince these Idiots, that shouldn't be a huge problem. Most of them are normale little flesh sacks." Teekl and him stared for some time at each other and after a moment Klarion huffed turning away with crossed arms. "It's a good plan don't be so sceptical, they are heroes right? They will not refuse my request!"

Well maybe Klarion should have planned this a bit better.

The next day Red Robin blinked at the witch boy up from the ground in the living room of what looked like to be an normal apartment. He had just been in Gotham, working on a case and now he was here? Looking to the left he also noticed that Superboy (the older), Impulse and Wonder Girl were also with him. They all looked stunned he observed and partially disoriented. Additionally they hadn't heard from Klarion since the last time they had foiled his plans on raging chaos upon the earth, that had been weeks ago.

"Kla-"

"I have summoned you heroes here. For the moment it is fruitless to try to leave because of the magic barrier." Okay rude to be cut of but that explained why he suddenly wasn't where he remembered to be last anymore. It was now Superboy who opened his mouth first but before he could even make a sound Klarion decided to speak over them again. "I have presents."

Four young heroes collectively blinked, confused, stunned and weirded out. As the which boy before them waved over to wards a table filled with boxes and packages. "I come in peace today, to proof that I brought these are presents, filled with various goods from different dimensions that should be to the liking of you all. Technologie, accessories, snacks, weapons, as well as clothing styles."

Red Robin shared a glance with his friends, a silent communication but before he once again could say anything Impulse was already by the table going through the stuff. They could here his 'oh's and 'ah's, which inevitably made them curious and they wandered over too. Klarion was not acting hostile at all yet but Red Robin did not trust that so he kept the which boy in clear view the entire time.

"Rob! You gotta see this! That actual futuristic Tech!"

"Look at these snacks."

"These accessories don't look to bad..."

His eye twitched when he noticed Klarion was sporting a smug look. Red Robin had to ask now, because this was not normal for the other. "Okay usually you would have started some big shot chaos plan by now. I don't buy this peace offering act and your way to formal talking. So what is going on?"

The other three, thankfully in Red Robins opinion, finally looked away from the tempting gifts and also turned their attention fully on Klarion. Who's smug smile falter as he let out a sigh and stared at them with what they could only describe as a frustrated look.

"My mom is planning to visit me."

"And?" Impulse asked between munching on three different bags of chips that where on the table.

"And he believes I am friends with you idiots."

They stared slack jawed. Impulse was pinching himself like he couldn't believe what they had just heard. Did one of their Villains, just informed them that their mom believes they were friends? Red Robin was starting to think he might be in a sleep deprived Hallucination.

"Why would she?" Wonder Girl questioned next to which Klarion glared at her with fire in his eyes.

"First of, my mom uses the pronouns he/Him. Be rude to my mom and I will find a way to make your life a permanent hell on earth." Wonder Girl blinked lifting her hands as in a sign of peace. "Second, my mom is under the believe that i work with heroes not against them. I do not have the heart to disappoint him after everything that happened in the past. So I embellished the truth a little."

"A little?" Superboy retorted sarcastically, to which they caught a light blush dusting the which boy's cheeks.

"Look my sister threw me under the bus and my mom wants to meet my friends now! So I need you idiots to play nice with me for when he visits!"

"And we will do that because?" Red Robin crossed his arms, watching their villain sceptically still not really buying this entire act. This was to strange of an behaviour change. Something was up, and he was going to get behind it.

Klarion on the other hand was starting to panic internally. His plan was not as he had hoped. The presents he had specifically gotten from other dimensions with what he believed was their interests did not work to make them simply accept his request. This was the last time he would listen to old man Vlad on how to bribe humans, he wasted his entire week on getting all that stuff. His mom was going to show up soon enough he need to have them act as his friends by then so he could remove the magic barrier. Or else his mom would notices he faked everything.

They left him no choice. He would have to throw his pride away for the sole reason to not disappoint his mom.

All four Young Justice Heroes blinked as Klarion suddenly threw himself on the ground before them into a pleading position.

"Please! I beg you, just for the time my mom is here. Please act like my friends!"

"I didn't think Klarion was a mama's boy...." Impulse whispered to the rest of them in pure disbelief as they stared stunned at the kneeling witch boy.

Cut to the heroes that noticed their teens were missing.....

"Where is he?" Batman growled at the Constantine who was sighing tiredly.

"Look mate, the way you and the other Spandex wearing friends explained it, made it sound like they got summoned by a being of the Infinit Realms." The blond man sighed lighting another cigarette eying the four heroes, Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman and Flash. Zatanna was behind him pouring over a book about the realms and trying to find a tracking spell to trace it back and to where they could have been summoned.

"Don't you have something like a tracker on your boy?" Batman only growled something under his breath to which the Brite couldn't help to arch and eyebrow. Constantine was going to say something sarcasting as Deadman suddenly appeared a panicked look on him. "The Ghost King has chosen to come to our dimension."

"Say bloody what now?" All attention that had been on the heroes and their problem of missing teenage heroes turned now to Deadman and the news he brought with him. "The ghost, shades and spirits talked, for the king has decided to visit our Dimension. They are in an uproar, no one knows of why our King is on his way."

"Bloody fucking hell!" Constantine cursed. "We are fucking screwed! Isn't that guy a fucking tyrannical eldrich war maniac?!"

Deadman nodded solemnly and Constantine uttered another hearty and colourful 'fuck'. While the heroes present exchanged worried glances, not only were their kids missing but now a, by the sounds of it, highly dangerous being decided to appear in their dimension? Batman couldn't help but think that there had to be a connection to the missing teens and this.

Meanwhile in the Infinite Realms the Ghost King Castle...

Danny smoothed out his fur trimmed cape and adjusted his crown so it was floating nicely and evenly on his head. Today was the day he would get to meet his sons friends. He needed to make a good first impression. That was why he had chosen to take on his Ghost King form for this. With the wave of his hand he made an ice mirror appear before him, checking how he was looking once again. Once satisfied he nodded to himself looking over towards Fright Knight who was holding the plate of cookies he had baked himself. It was the fifth batch, and the only one that didn't turn out burned. He had needed Jazz help for this one to turn out well. It was only proper if he brought some cookies for the kids. Also he would have loved to bring his families fudge but... the last time he had tried making them had turned into a disaster.

"Thanks Frighty. Do you think Klarion's friends will like these? Wait don't answer! If they don't like them I will just get something else to thank them for taking care of my boy." Danny rambled on as he glanced at the plate of cookies in his hands. Why was he so nervous? He was just going to get to meet his little boy's friends. Sure his boy had dropped some stories about them and his adventures with them here and there. But hearing stories and meeting the kids were two different things.

Shaking his head Danny put on his best smile as he summoned a portal to Klarions apartment in the 43th Dimension of Earth. It was time to visit his boy in the place he had made his second home and thank the people that looked after his kid.

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brummiereader · 4 months

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No Son Of Mine (One Shot)

Summary: Justice had finally been served in the wake of John's death. But with all acts of violence comes consequences, one Tommy must face when his trusted friend Johnny dogs stumbles upon the now orphaned baby of the traitor and his wife he and Arthur had both murdered in cold blood all in the name or revenge. With no child of their own and Graces refusal to send him to the orphanage, Tommy begrudgingly takes the child into his care. Will Tommy ever show young Oliver the love of a father he deserves? Or will he continue to see him as nothing but a burden the heavens had cruelly punished him with?

Warnings: Language, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, angst, fluff

Authors note: A lovely reader of mine popped into my messages and kindly asked me if I could write this story for them. I'm sorry for the long delay hun, I can only blame my procrastinating brain for my tardiness. Anyway, I hope i did your prompt justice. Enjoy!

"Right, we done?" Tommy said raising a brow as he wiped the blood that had splattered onto to his crisp white evening shirt looking to his brother Arthur nodding his head in response, his chest heaving up and down as he brushed his bloody hands through his hair, both having been sidetracked from the nights festivities.

" Fucking scum" Arthur sniffed wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gave one last kick to the lifeless body at his feet. A cascade of events since John's death had led up to this very day, and Tommy and Arthur both simultaneously agreed without the need of words that justice had finally been served. Luca Changretta had been dead for almost a fortnight, the vendetta was over for all but the two surviving older brothers. That was until tonight when both Arthur and Tommy were unexpectedly called away to the news that Johnny dogs had found exactly who they'd been looking for. The traitor, the informer, the bastard that had given John's address to the Italians. A Peaky Blinder, one of their very own men.

" What about her?" Arthur spat a splutter of saliva laced with blood to the ground, the result of one lucky punch from the chancer that had tried his luck with the towering gangster. He'd put up a decent fight, one Arthur enjoyed watching before his patience grew thin and he pummeled his fist into him, each snap and break of his bloody face crumbling into something unrecognizable before being shot point-blank in the head. No one wanting or willing to hold him back. Not even Tommy. No forgiveness was given that dark night, only the sweet mercy met at the end of the barrel of a gun.

" Collateral" Tommy replied as he rubbed a cigarette across his lips not giving the nights events one ounce of remorse. This was for John after all.

" Collateral?" Arthur sniffed feeling a pang of guilt hit his stomach. Women and children were not to be harmed, an unspoken agreement before time in all dealings in war between men.

" Yes Arthur, fucking collateral alright?" Tommy snapped as he marched over to his brother whose eyes hadn't left those of the lifeless woman laid on the muddied ground below him " She ran into the line of fire brother. She all but killed herself" Tommy finished growing impatient with Arthur's weighing guilt. The last thing he needed was his number one soldier to be hit with a moral compass.

" Lads, we've got ourselves a wee problem" Johnny rushed over breathless as he loosened the neckerchief from the vein pumping angrily on the side of his neck. Fuck sake, Tommy thought to himself as he threw his cigarette to the ground. Things could never go smoothly, as smoothly as murder could go that was.

" What kinda problem?" Tommy replied as he and Arthur followed him into the small bedsit from the courtyard that two dead bodies had yet to be disposed of. The commotion resulting in the curiosity and twitching of the neighbours curtains, not one of them daring to or even contemplating in the slightest to inform any person of authority. Who would they go to? The police? The mere thought was laughable.

"Just a small one" Johnny replied taking two steps at a time up the rickety wooden stairs elaborating no further on what exactly had thrown a spanner into the works.

"A small problem Johnny eh? That's a big fucking problem!" Tommy ranted shaking his head as the three men entered the flat met with the sound of a newborn baby wailing in his woven bassinet, his bottom lip wobbling with each cry that furiously left his little lungs.

"Well he's small ain't he?" Johnny replied as he tilted his head looking down at the baby boy bundled in a white knitted blanket. You'd think with the the small army of children Johnny had fathered he'd be in his element. But that couldn't be further from the truth. Johnny was a natural with children, but a natural with children that had been weened, potty trained, and able enough to drive a four wheeled vehicle and shoe a horse. In basic terms, teenagers. But nonetheless wee babbies in his eyes. Newborns were all but a loud messy mystery to him.

" Jesus fucking Christ..." Tommy huffed pinching his brow as his mind frantically tried to come up with a solution as to what in the hell he was going to do now.

" Bloody hell, bloody fucking hell!" Arthur bellowed as he kicked the chair beside him, the gravity of what they had just gone hitting him far more than any sin from the long list he had committed in the past. They had made a child an orphan, and Arthur's regret and new-found faith in the almighty was about to turn into a furious rage of self-inflicted guilt.

" Hey, hey!" Tommy said cupping Arthur's head in his hands in a vice grip, trying to snap him from the pit he was intent on falling in. " Johnny take the child and go start the car" Tommy said loosening his hands as Arthur's head cast down with shame at his sudden outburst. No reading of scriptures would ever be able to tame the raging fury from igniting within him at any given moment, no matter how hard he tried. " And Johnny, light a fire. Just as we did for John" Tommy finished reminding Arthur who this was for, who they were avenging.

" He won't quit!" Arthur panicked as he held the baby in the back seat of the car, fumbling with the hand stitched blanket as Tommy drove full speed down the country lane back to Arrow house were the night of meeting with dignitaries was surely over.

" He ain't a bloody chicken is he?" Johnny said as he reached over from the passengers seat taking the bundled up child into his arms. " Like this, look" Johnny added resting the baby's head on his shoulder as he silently prayed to every ancestor to take pity on him, promising them that the next child to be birthed with his last name he'd be the epitome of a modern father to.

" Shut him up Johnny!" Tommy shouted, his jaw clenched at the increased wailing in his ear, his nerves on edge by the constant reminder of the nights events he now had to deal with as he slammed his foot down on the pedal with Arrow house in sight.

"Grace!" Tommy's voice bellowed through the walls of the their house. Every guest had already left, the grand entrance cleared of tables of the most prestigious of all champagnes imported from France mere hours ago. A night of free food, free booze and music in return for them delving into their pockets. But with the host having been otherwise occupied for most of the evening it was a night wasted, one he would begrudgingly have to endure for a second time.

" Tommy..." Grace said as she hurried down the stairs pulling her ivory night gown around her as she watched Tommy pace back and forth with a cigarette hanging from his lips in the grand hallway.

" Here. You wanted a baby, now you have one" Tommy said as he took the child from Johnny's arms placing him into hers before storming off to his office and slamming the door shut, leaving his wife wide-eyed in confusion as Johnny and Arthur stood there sheepishly without a word.

" Frances, some warm cows milk and another blanket please. That will have to do until the morning" she said softly not wanting to startle the child anymore as she gently hushed his sobs away into small whimpers and sniffles. " One of you going to tell me what happened?"

It had been an hour, three whiskys, a packet of cigarettes and the rubbing of one's brow back and forth as a pounding headache settled onto his forehead since Tommy had shut himself away in his office, shutting himself away from the consequences of the night.

" Tommy?" Graces voice quietly announced as she entered the room with the newborn bundled in her arms soundly asleep as a flash of love at seeing his wife in her element softened her husband's face. Her motherly instincts that had been waiting to be freed finally being put to use after the longing for her own child.

" I've rung the orphanage" Tommy bluntly replied, the sweet moment that had captured him bitterly snatched away by no one else but himself as he stubbed out his cigarette. " They're coming first thing tomorrow to..."

" The orphanage. Tommy..." Grace interrupted him, her angered voice raising just above a whisper in response before being cut off herself.

" I won't hear anymore on it Grace. He can't stay here, that's the end of it" Tommy stood up throwing his lighter on a stack of paperwork as he rested his hands on the mahogany desk in front of him, looming over the list of numbers he had been calling as he huffed out a cloud of smoke.

" The end of it is it Thomas?" Grace scoffed as she walked forward, her eyes narrowing in on her husband with every step she took. " You made this child an orphan, he is your responsibility now. That's the end of it" she said coming to a stop in front of his desk as her husbands jaw tightened at her words.

" What about John's kids eh? They've been made orphans, hm? Grace? " He said as his wife turned her back on him as she headed for the door, Tommy's raised voice enough to startle a small whimper of cries from the baby boy now waking up from a deep slumber.

" When will it end Tommy?" Grace said as she came to a stop at the door. Tommy's relentless need for revenge against anyone who had dared to cross him leaving a string of orphans, elderly burying their own children and children burying their own parents. " A son Tommy, isn't that what you've wanted? What we've wanted?" she sighed, a deep wave of sorrow filling her heart as she looked down at the sweet child in her arms, a child she had yearned for during the unforgiving nights she had held onto her husband as tears streamed her face. Loss after loss breaking her already shattered heart.

" He'll be no son of mine"

Six years later...

" Elbows off Oliver" Grace reprimanded with a small smile of affection at the breakfast table to the child who had grown into a dimpled cheeked young boy as she rubbed her swollen stomach.

" Yes mummy" he replied kicking his legs back and forth as he wiped his cheeks from the egg soldiers he had just enjoyed as Tommy eyed him over the newspaper in his hand, reaching to caress his wife's stomach.

" He'll be here soon" Grace smiled to her husband lacing her fingers between his as she glanced over at her son that had no knowledge of who his birth parents were or the night that had brought him into their life, never wanting to or willing to send him into turmoil with the truth at such a young age "A baby brother for you Oliver " she winked to him as he grinned from ear to ear at the idea of having a sibling all whilst trying to stack the remaining pieces of toast into a strong hold that would keep the soldiers from the fiery dragon his imagination had conjured up. His attempts rendered futile when his tower of toast came crashing down onto the recently polished floors.

" Grace..." Tommy huffed folding his newspaper in half throwing it on the table in front of him, his patience easily tested with anything the small boy did that caused the slightest of inconvenience.

" Don't play with your food darling" she corrected him as Oliver's eyes darted to his father and the irritation clearly expressed in the creases of his furrowed brow. "Go clean up those buttery cheeks before I leave ok?" She smiled as the boy nodded in response while sliding off his seat only to stand on the scattered toast below him, causing a mountain of crumbs and further mess.

" You heard your mother" Tommy huffed lighting a cigarette as he looked down at the waste of food and the disorder that came with the child that had created it. " Oliver" Tommy pinched his brow as the little boy stood there doe eyed looking up at him nervously through his lashes.

" Go on" Grace smiled reassuring him as he ran to the door. " You're to harsh with him, he's scared of you" Grace said snapping her head to Tommy as he left the room.

" He doesn't listen" Tommy stated as he stood up taking a drag of his cigarette as he watched the boy through the crack of the door running up the stairs. " Stands there looking gormless whenever I tell him to do something, just like his traitor father"

" Tommy!" Grace said as she put the breakfast dishware down, crashing them onto the table in one loud clatter of knives, forks and spoons as she hurried to shut the door. " Don't ever let him hear you talk like that!"

" Well maybe he should know, eh Grace ?" Tommy said coldly stubbing his cigarette out, the pain from his brothers death never fully grieved, only ever making itself clear through the unfair coldness he showed to the child his wife had lovingly taken in all those years ago, raising him solely on her own over the watchful eye of him always standing from afar.

" You'd like that wouldn't you Tommy? Wouldn't have to keep up your facade anymore" Grace replied as she walked around the table. " Your his father, he knows no different. Just like this one" she said resting her hand on her stomach. " You're breaking his heart Tommy" she said taking his hand trying to reason with his stubbornness and the relentless friction he had undoubtedly created in the house the three of them shared. "I'm going to miss my train" she sighed as she closed her hand around his placing a tender kiss to his lips before turning to leave as Tommy followed behind her, watching from the door as she knelt down to Oliver in the entryway.

" Can't i come?" the young boy sobbed as she brushed his tears from his rosy cheeks. " Please?" he sniffed turning to see Tommy leaning against the door frame watching from afar, always from afar.

" I'm sorry darling, not this time" she replied a look of concern in her eyes about leaving him alone with Tommy, silently wishing this one time he would push his unenthusiastic demeanor aside and at least try if not for her then the little boy who thought the world of him. The same little boy with a determination that matched the very man who would brush off any attempts he made to impress him. Tommy's hate for the man that had fathered him clouding every parental instinct in his body. " I'll bring you something back" she winked giving him a hug before she fixed her hat and hesitantly turned to the door, leaving the young boy standing in the hallway sobbing as Tommy cruelly turned his back on his tears and shut the dinning room door behind him.

" Dad, Johnny, watch me!" Oliver shouted as he precariously placed one foot in front of the other climbing the large oak tree shading the evening sun on the grounds of Arrow house as Tommy and Johnny dogs watched on from the patio door. The young boy hell-bent on getting to the very top after seeing his uncle Arthur climb the very same tree two weeks earlier as he watched on in awe.

"That 'a boy!" Johnny shouted back pulling his cigarette from his mouth as he waved back. " Found 'em Tom" he turned to Tommy in a hushed voice as he leaned in. "They live up north in Yorkshire, factory workers in the local pressing center. Dirt poor, drunk ol' man that beats his wife within an inch of her life and too many mouths to feed" Johnny added as he watched Tommy's eyes following Oliver's every move.

" He's gonna fucking fall" Tommy huffed under his breath as he stood up straight, already on guard for the inevitable. He never fucking listens, why would he never listen to him?

" Tom, you listening ?" Johnny said as he pulled the address of Oliver's uncle from his pocket. " Grace will never forgive you Tom, he's her whole world" Johnny added as Tommy took the piece of crumpled paper from him, the decision to send Oliver to his family having been made after the unexpected news of Grace's pregnancy, a decision made solely by him without her knowledge. It's better she didn't know, better for him that was. And when the day did come, he'd tell her his family claimed him back. What grounds would she have to fight them? She'd be distracted with the birth of their son, she'd forget...wouldn't she?

"Dad look!" Oliver shouted trying to get his attention, determined to show him how far he could climb, how he was as fearless as any other Shelby before he misplaced his foot and came tumbling down to the ground.

"Oliver!" Tommy shouted throwing his cigarette into the grass as he and Johnny ran over in a panic. " What did I tell you eh?! What did I fucking tell you?!" Tommy shouted, all words of expected comfort and love absent from his voice as anger and frustration took over.

"I'm sorry..." he sobbed looking up to his dad as Tommy removed his cap from his head, running his hands through his hair as he looked down at the bloody cut on his hand, every ounce of his being telling him to cradle the boy in his arms that knew nothing but him as his father.

" Ay, up you get" Johnny said helping him as he gave him a pat to his back. " Just a scratch Oliver ay? No broken bones. Nout to worry on. Ain't that right Tommy?" Johnny said in attempts to reassure the sobbing boy and Tommy who was about ready to snap again, his jaw tightened at the sight of Oliver's cheeks streamed with tears, muddy and red from the blow of the fall.

"Get inside" Tommy said placing his cap back on as he started marching back to the house, ignoring the pit of fear in his stomach at how things could have taken a turn for the worse under his watch of the boy Grace had entrusted him with. " Boys don't cry Oliver. Soldier up and wipe those tears" Tommy harshly stated as he left him and Johnny by themselves as he made his way to his office, shutting himself once again away from any more responsibility, anymore damage his presence caused.

" Come on lad" Johnny said putting his arm around him as Oliver sniffed back his tears feeling foolish that he had not only fallen but cried In front of his father, the man that never cried.

Sitting back in his leather chair Tommy rubbed the weight of the guilt that had settled on his forehead with the tips of his fingers as the night drew in, the soft hue from the crackling fire the only source of light in the blackened room he had locked himself in for the remainder of the evening. The impending birth of his child had unexpectedly thrown Tommy's thoughts into an uncomfortable disarray. Out of sight out of mind had been Tommy's only solution to the feelings that had started to arise in him that fatherhood had threatened, that fatherhood had been threatening him with for six years. Oliver was more like him than Tommy dared to admit. The child's strong will and refusal to listen one of his own cruel making. Why couldn't he love him like he already loved his unborn child? How long could he keep this up? Would he be that man, unashamedly favoring one child in front of the other? With too many questions dominating his thoughts and his wife's gentle voice absent to soothe the demons he had created for himself, Tommy did what he only knew how to do. Drink himself to the bottom of a whisky bottle. Heading up to the second floor of Arrow house with the finest bottle of Irish whisky in his hand he stopped at the top of the stairs, small whimpers and cries coming from the room at the end of the hallway capturing his attention. Oliver's room.

" Frances!" Tommy called out as he waited for the the housekeeper to deal with what he knew he couldn't. "Fuck sake" he huffed under his breath after waiting in place for someone to come before he found himself walking down the hallway to Oliver's room. There, with his knees curled up to his chest Tommy watched though the crack of the door as Oliver rubbed his hand back and forth over the bandage wrapped tightly around his injured wrist, his small frame illuminated by the cast of the gentle moonlight shining through his bedroom window. Running his hand down his face Tommy opened the door as Oliver quickly turned around pulling the blankets up to his chin.

"Oliver?" Tommy questioned placing the bottle of whisky on the side cabinet as he walked over. " Why aren't you asleep?" Tommy said more bluntly than he intended to as he stood by the bed, feeling a wave of unease wash over him as he noted the small blanket Oliver was clutching onto. The very same blanket he was wrapped in the night they had found him. Grace had kept it, something he would have known if he had ever sat and read him a bedtime story, if he had ever woke in the night to hush the nightmares away from his worried mind, if he had ever even entered his room in all of the six years he had lived under his roof." Let me see" Tommy said in a gentler tone as he sat beside him on the bed. " Oliver let me see" he said when no response came from the whimpers the small child was trying to stifle. Boys don't cry. " Please?" Tommy sighed resting his hand on the child's back as his head fell into his other, the guilt of six year of taking the life of his parents settling on his shoulders pushing him further into his elbow digging into his leg as his head grew heavy with regret. Sniffling, Oliver turned around with his hand out as Tommy cradled it gently in his own, the difference in size causing Tommy's throat to go dry. The hate for his father's betrayal that of a grown mans doing, not this young boys that Tommy had cruelly burdened him with for six years " First of many battle wounds eh?" Tommy smiled to the young boy as Oliver's face stayed unchanged, unresponsive to Tommy trying to ease his worry. Had he done this? Made the child is his care so frightened of him he couldn't even a coax a smile from him?

" Soldiers don't cry" Oliver said pulling his hand away, his bottom lip turning down at the thought he wasn't as strong as his father, a soldier like him.

" They do Oliver" Tommy said as his brows knitted together at the thought that young Oliver had taken his words to heart. What else had Tommy said in the past six years, what else had he unknowingly taught him?

" You said boys..."

" And I shouldn't have " Tommy answered before he could finish as the boy wiped his tears from his youthful cheeks whilst a small silence filled the room, the strain from their relationship left empty with nothing further to say as Tommy desperately tried to search for the comforting words he knew Oliver needed to hear. " You want your mum don't you?" Tommy said swallowing harshly as he turned his head to the rays of moonlight cast on the wooden floor " I'm sorry Oliver, I'm..." Tommy huffed pinching his brow as he clasped his hand around the child's shoulder. "... I'm not very good at this. You gotta help me out here. Will you help me?" he said as he gently squeezed his shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth as the barriers Tommy had kept up started to fall around him as he desperately scrambled to gain back the wasted years he had been adored, loved unconditionally, a love he had never once reciprocated . " Get some rest" Tommy sighed patting Oliver's shoulder, his plea for help left unanswered as he stood up when a small hand grabbed hold of him.

" Tell me a story, please?" Oliver asked as he sat up in his bed looking up to the man he had always looked up to, always waiting for an ounce of affection.

" That what your mum does eh?" Tommy replied as he sat back down, adjusting the covers lovingly around the boy, if not a little overly enthusiastically as Oliver was now in a tight cocoon of covers and blankets with his arms securely fastened by his sides. " A story..." Tommy mused aloud, his eyes looking up at the ceiling as his brain mulled over all the potential tales that could see him sleeping in the guest room for an undefined amount of time if Grace ever found out, when the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile you would think had never seen the light of day let alone witnessed by anyone but himself. Arthur had made him swear in blood to never mention the day his gangly legs had gotten in his way causing him to fall from would could have been the very same tree Oliver had fell from earlier that day in attempts impress a girl three decades ago. " Arthur made me swear never to tell anyone, but you won't tell him I told you, right? Tommy said as the boy nodded his head, understanding the severity of pinky swears and the fate of death if you ever spilled.

" Cross my heart" he nodded with all the seriousness he could muster as his little face twisted into a stern expression, a worthy match to Tommy's own infamous pout. He was a Shelby after all, Tommy thought to himself as his heart suddenly filled with pride.

" That's my boy" Tommy said as he turned to sit beside him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder as Oliver nestled into his side " My son eh? Tommy nudged him into his body as the boys eyes beamed up at his father's loving gaze. "My son..."

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x son #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby one shot #cillian murphy

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kangen-wanshi · 11 months

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Good morning! My request for the followers event is “for once, please, let me protect you” with Sebek from Twisted Wonderland. Thank you!

Promise ft. Sebek Zigvolt

He made a promise to you after an unpleasant incident that nearly cost you your life.

Tags: sfw, reader suffered an injury, mention of bullying, has a possessive undertone if you squint a little bit, reader getting called stupid (affectionately), no gendered reference

300 followers prompt events! Ongoing until 11th June 2023

Sebek had never run so quickly in his life. When he heard that you had been sent to the infirmary, he made haste to find you in an instant at that very moment, apologizing to Malleus - The Malleus Draconia that he adorned so much with his life - that he didn’t really have the time to hear the full explanation from Jack about the why you’re there in the first place.

Sebek loves his young Master, but if he was made aware that you, a human, one that he swore to protect too, have come to harm right when he’s around the corner, he could never bring his face up to the dragonic Fae.

When he barged into the infirmary it didn't take long to spot which space you occupy in. Ace sitting with his back turned towards the door, blocking you from his sight, followed by Deuce who stood by the end of your bed. The latter spotted Sebek’s sudden yet expected visit, as he immediately tugged on the red head’s arm, and encouraged him to leave your side for a brief moment to give the Diasomnia student a time with you.

Ace opened his mouth in protest - but when he made eye contact with Sebek, and see an unrecognizable expression of guilt, he shut his mouth, sighed, muttering about how ridiculous this situation is, before picking up Grim ,who had fallen asleep from excessive worrying, from the bed and stormed out of the room with Deuce following suit.

Before he left, Sebek’s gloved hand had halted him by the shoulder. He didn’t even utter a single word for his question to transpire: What happened.

Deuce knitted his brows, scowl on his face as he turned away from Sebek, “Some seniors were picking on the Prefect during our flight lesson,” he confessed, spits of venom splattered across his words, “They casted a long-ranged spell from behind the woods - the Prefect was up in the air and-”

“Thank you, Deuce.” Those were enough. He thought. He doesn’t need to hear more of it. Had Deuce continued with his story, Sebek would’ve immediately switched his destination to wherever these ‘seniors’ are, to act out on his own justice over your safety. But no, not now. He wanted to keep his rage and focus on you.

So Deuce left, giving Sebek - and you - one last look before leaving the infirmary to follow Ace and the furry little member of their group.

You had watched their little interaction from where you sat up on the bed. A small, pitiful and tired smile on your face as you gaze up to Sebek. Such a simple sight of your smile would send him to the moon - but not now. With how bandages are wrapped around your head and scratches all over your skin and your uniform, Sebek couldn’t focus on your beauty and charm, rather, he couldn’t help but clench his knuckles white.

“Sebek -”

“What happened?”

“O- oh, uh, some upperclassmen were just.. Feeling like practicing long ranged spells when we’re around to practice, I suppose..” You lowered your gaze, “Uh, Jade said he’d take care of them, so-”

“What happened?” Sebek pressed on. He knows you’re hesitating with your answer. You’ve been in this campus for long, you’ve gained friends, you've gained foes, but with each powerful allies you’ve gained - such as his young master - everyone on campus should know not to mess with the magicless Prefect of Ramshackle if they wish to graduate alive.

Something else happened.

You hesitated. But he knew that look in your eyes, you’re processing your thoughts. When you bite your lips, fiddling with the fabric of your shirt, shifting your gaze away from him. So he let you think, he let you take your time, if he knew anything, is that you have a reason for everything you do.

So you finally admitted, your pitiful and pained look now shifted to something akin to his - rage.

“They were mocking you.” You confessed, “They called you obnoxious,” you added, “Annoying,” and you added, “A painful thorn on the side,” and you added, “And-”

At this point, your knuckles turned white from clutching the sheet.

“- I had to give them a piece of my mind.”

“Did you-” You cut him off with a snicker, “Some seniors they are, couldn’t even fight me right in front of my face, huh?” The first time you looked up to him, with your bruised lips, you gave him a prideful grin, “Couldn’t even beat a little magicless me! Even without Grimm’s help I can beat ‘em easily. Some senior-ass they are.”

Ah. He recalled it now. Just a few days ago, he saw you all covered in dust and scratches. You admitted that you just came face to face with a bully and won, and he let it slide because you came out unscathed due to your victory.

But look how it turned out. They came back - and they came back worse. All because you were-

“- You were.. Defending me?” The insults you had sputtered out about him said by others went past his head, his eyes widened as he stared at your grinning face, “Why? For something so small such as that you shouldn’t have - How stupid can you be?!”

Sebek snapped, raising his voice in an instant when the reason behind your action finally registered in his mind, “When will you realize how truly weak you are?! You’re just a human, a magicless one at that, and yet you’re so recklessly going to seek trouble for something so fleeting such as an insult?! Even one that isn't directed towards you?! Why would you-”

“It’s not stupid!” You snapped back, flinching when your sore cheek stabbed your flesh with sting, which, dragged Sebek back to the reality of your condition as he visibly flinched.

“You’re important to me.” You continued, now with a whisper loud enough for him to hear, “Way too damn important for me to let some - scrawny senior wannabes insult you like that. And if you know anything about me which, I’m sure you’re fully aware of,” You scoffed at his dumbfounded silence, “You know I’m stubborn about insults.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. You are, in fact, stupid in his eyes. To fight off seniors who may be skilled in magic casting, all over insults that were directed towards him. Ridiculous. Reckless. You-

-And he broke down. A heavy, long exhale escaped past his lips as he squatted down next to your bed. His gloved hands are buried in his hair, his head lowered to face the floor beneath him. He couldn’t deal with you. You’re way too much for him. Too strong, too stubborn, yet too vulnerable to be left fighting alone all on your own. And he couldn’t leave you be. Not when you fight so hard for his sake.

“Please,” he pleaded, “Don’t ever do such a thing, ever again.”

You parted your lips, ready to argue with him once more, before his hands snapped up and grabbed yours gently, yet firmly, holding it securely within his own.

“At least, let me be by your side when you decide to do anything reckless like such,” he made eye contact with you. Now, with pleas in his eyes, concern, and devotion. One that you’d expect to see when he speaks about his young master.

“I couldn’t-” he paused, letting himself breathe between his words, “You’ve done so much. Too much. I couldn’t let you suffer from such minor inconvenience caused by scoundrels who couldn’t even see where they stood.”

“So please, for once, let me be the one who protects you.”

“Have you perhaps forgotten that I’m a knight, human?” he managed to slip in some humor and a chuckle, “I would be driven to shame beyond Sevens’ comprehension if I couldn’t even protect the one I hold dear. How would I protect the young master if I couldn’t even protect you?”

There he is. Beyond his anger, his plot of revenge, and his adoration for you, he managed to slip in some smile to entertain you and your giggles. Pulling your hand up towards his face, he planted a firm kiss to your bandaged knuckles, down to your fingers, and towards your delicate palms.

Yes. He won’t let you be dressed in such a manner anymore. No more bandages over your skin, no more bruises around your beautiful face. This time, he will be the one covered in others suffering for your sake.

After all, he promised to protect you, and Sebek’s loyalty is anything but a promise of his life.

#x reader #reader insert #les does writing #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #twst sebek x reader #les 300 followers event

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luffyvace · 2 months

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Ciel Phantomhive relationship hcs~

He looks so goood in the new artsyle! The animation studio did black butler justice!!

Update: did undertaker will Alois sooner or later 😉

Okay in these hcs your whatever gender you want but your an earl/noble ;}

also Lizzy is your friend and she introduced you to Ciel

okay now that that’s cleared

when Ciel first met you let’s be honest here he probably didn’t fall head over heels in love with you 🗿

cmon guys let’s be realistic

but he certainly did live up to the expectation of the phantomhive hospitality!

he was very thoughtful and caring of you as his guest~

and your comfort definitely took priority!

your were throughly impressed!

he held a small smile as he chatted with you and gave a mini tour

he admits to himself he finds you to be very beautiful/handsome

onwards to after the courtship! :)

when you first start dating it’ll be the phantomhive hospitality all over again

…times 100.

Sebastian might as well be your butler by the way he’s making your butler/maid look

LOL

your pillows are fluffed and your sheets and blankets are warm and clean each day

(thanks mey rin 💗🗣)

the food is always scrumdidiliumstious (scrumptious)

you play many, many games to keep you from being bored

any drink you want is in your grasp

whatever you want to do—as long as Ciel’s not busy—sounds wonderful to him! 😊

if you annoy him like how Lizzy does in the anime you’ll never hear of it

and I mean- don’t get me wrong he’s not perfect

especially not someone such as him, who has a lot of stress on him

so you might here a huff (that you weren’t supposed to hear)

but he’s sure to make it up to you quickly 💖

his love languages are acts of service and gift giving

half because those two things can be materialistic which ngl is kinda easier for him

particularly when it comes to showing love and affection

and half because he feels really good when he gifts you something you love

even if you don’t have a grand reaction he still feels satisfied

and acts of service is easy too!

he can simply tell Sebastian to do whatever it is you want!

even though you have your own butler/maid- 😃

AHAHHAHA

He most certainly won’t like pda

If you initate it he won’t shove you off obviously

he loves you!

and that’ll ruin his reputation!

but when your back at the manor he’ll gently break it to you that he’s not comfortable with it and it’s not that he doesn’t love you it’s just that!-

he also plays it very safe when it comes to what you do in the public eye

everyones looking for him to screw up

Even more so because he’s so young

to which he always make sure to use utmost care and delicacy when out and about with you

honestly I feel Ciel would like someone who’s a bit more patient or calm

at least don’t be bouncing off the walls 😞😭

he enjoys going on walks in his or your garden

I think he would be happy with traveling as well

somewhere relaxing and quiet

less bustling with chatter and carriages

It’d make a perfect anniversary gift for him *hint hint* 😉

even though I’m sure he’d have more than enough activities for you all planned

i know you two’ll work it out 💕

Ciel absolutely keeps you away. from Alois

he tells you who he is (some things) and all so you don’t get too curious

so please, don’t be curious.

that killed that cat! :P

Ciel would want you to try out Earl Gray but if you don’t like it he wouldn’t mind indulging in what you like 👍

Ciel doesn’t believe himself to be the best possible candidate for a partner out there

Even though he believes he needs to be. for you.

what you think?

when you hear the word ‘love’ he’s the first person that comes to mind ♥︎

:3 cute.

Yus undertaker next ♪( ´▽｀)

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ectonurites · 11 months

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Now that we’re halfway through it what are your thoughts on Kon’s solo?

I've been enjoying it! I think it's been fun so far—I do think that letting Kon have a story where he's out on his own just doing a classic little adventure like this rather than... something super tethered to the greater DCU/its continuity messes is refreshing after the last few years he's had.

Like I definitely don't want him isolated from all his friends in space forever or anything like that, but I think him getting to do this on his own right now is cool. I think the thing Porter seems to be going for with Kon 'chasing after the glory days'/trying to find some shred of his old life to cling onto (even if it's just a space imitation of it) is definitely interesting and like... makes enough sense to me for him and where he's at after The Everything.

I just gave this 'how Kon has changed across the eras' post of mine from a while back (fall 2021, so written shortly after the whole Suicide Squad Match Ordeal™) a re-read and something I was talking about at the end was how after all the experiences he's had he has looped back around to embracing aspects of his old self (that he'd been pushing away for a long time because of 2000's-era Trauma And Angst) and I think this current book is definitely like, playing with that.

What I was talking about in that post ended mostly after YJ 2019 though—his state of mind at that point being more or less 'okay I'm back now let's goooooo!!!!!' before The Horrors of realizing he came back to a world that really had moved on without him for years really set in. Like, he knew about that by the end of YJ 2019, but I think he needed to sit on it for a bit and see it firsthand... also even though I know the book was a mess and not well received, I think we should still acknowledge Dark Crisis: Young Justice—where he got a firsthand taste of the olden 90's 'I hadn't died yet, I hadn't disappeared yet, I hadn't been replaced yet' days in Mickey's dream world. After experiencing that and getting some reality checks from the rest of the team, he knows he can't seriously just go back, you can't go back to the past like that... but...

The new understanding of himself he'd achieved just before/while stuck on Gemworld—where we saw he was making active choices about who he's gonna be based on what he wants rather than Clark-based expectations or anyone else's input, and where he was rolling with the changes and circumstances that had been thrown at him—has been thrown SERIOUSLY out of whack!

So rather than it being that 'he's returning to aspects of who he used to be while incorporating the experience and maturity he's gained along the way over the years' situation from YJ 2019, it's started warping into 'he's regressing back to the safety of being the Metropolis Kid/his 90's era self just out in space this time so TECHNICALLY it's DIFFERENT'. Which I think is an interesting approach! And him acting completely and totally in denial of that being what he's doing (even though it's clear he knows damn well it is) is also totally in line with classic Kon—thinking back to the Young Justice (1998) #7 camping trip LMAO.

But like, the thing is, Superboy: The Man of Tomorrow #1 started with an editor's note clarifying it takes place before Action Comics #1051 which began the new family-focused era of the book... that Kon is very obviously present for.

So we already know he's gonna figure out that there is a place for him back on earth and that he doesn't need to completely regress and try to relive his past somewhere else, he can just be himself and carve out his own path at home and have a place within the family. We're not stuck guessing about what Kon's fate is gonna be after the fact—instead, this book gets to focus on this journey he's going through and we're along for the ride to see how he's gonna finally reach that conclusion! Which is fun!

Anyways, that was a lot of word dumping—Kon just gets me going man, you know he always does—but in conclusion: I'm enjoying the book overall, it has definitely kept me as a Kon fan engaged, and I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes!

+ as much as ideologically I am opposed to DC Round Robin, I'm definitely (at this point anyways) glad that this book got to exist.

#dc spoilers #tuesday spoilers

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kitsuvil · 3 months

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classwork resistance army profiles — picturesque

[Name]; Photography major. They’ve been interested in photography since a young age, taking photos and learning about proportions and the art of photography since childhood, despite only having a cheap phone to work with. Presently, they own their favorite camera, and as much as they enjoy their major, they wish they were out in the world, experiencing everything and being able to contain it forever in memory through photography. This is why they’ve always looked up to Ayato. They wish they could be half of what he is doing at the same age. They also work part-time at a local student-frequented cafe. Roommates with Kokomi.

— ♥︎

Heizou; Criminal justice major. He’s cheesy and tends to know a lot of people, that type of friend who shares greetings with everyone in the hallways, even if he’s not that close to them. He has little to no social anxiety and drags his friends to fun events when he’s not bombarding them with new theories he has about drama or curious cases he wishes he was a part of the investigation team for. Though sometimes he doesn’t show his true feelings and is quite good at concealing them. Roommates with Gorou.

— ♥︎

Gorou; Peace studies major. He’s always been typed as a relatively quiet person but has been best friends with Kokomi since childhood. Most generally know him just as a very good friend, the token ‘puppy’ friend. He was often used to help people cheat on their work because he was so diligent, but he’s slowly growing out of old habits like this and standing up for himself. Roommates with Heizou.

— ♥︎

Kokomi; Anthropology major. She’s always dreamt about doing something for the world since childhood, yapping off Gorou’s ears about how she wanted to do one of those fancy speeches that promoted change in the world at a young age. Now in college, although she's become more reserved and shys away from those big speeches, she advocates for social equality in all forms, shutting down anyone that goes against her and saying she’s only made it because she’s ‘cute’. Roommates with [Name].

— ♥︎

Sara; History major. As the oldest person of the group, she feels the need to mother them around. But often, it’s the rest of her friends having to remind her to not overwork herself when she spends too long working for the city, taking in volunteer hours, while balancing classes and work at the same time. She’s usually on her friends' side when they don’t act immature, being aware that all of them agree with her in the strange governmental systems. Especially Kokomi, she looks up to all that she does and shows up anywhere she is. She’s also the one who named the group. Solo dorm room.

— twinote wanted to be weird so we don't get individual profiles, my apologies (actually twinote should be apologizing smh. i fought sm battles with that dang app)

— back to the masterlist !

#genshin impact #genshin #ayato fluff #ayato headcanons #ayato x reader #ayato #kamisato ayato #genshin ayato #kamisato estate #genshin kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato #genshin impact smau #genshin smau #ayato smau #smau #mins coffin #picturesque #picturesque smau

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thatsnotahoodjason · 2 years

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i need something where the batfamily find out what tim is actually like when he's with the yj (not steph or cass as they'd already know),, idk how they'd find out,, maybe they see a video of the core four or tim is actually sleeping for once and bart and kon try to prank call bruce and just end up talking for ages and the other batfam members are listening in as bart and kon tell them stories about tim. and they're just. in shock. because they know tim as this teen detective who spends all his time on cases or wayne enterprises and doesnt really do anything outside of that. and they find out tim is a gamer?? and goes off-world all the time?? and is still into photography?? and isn't actually the leader of young justice?? and actually has a sense of humour and plays pranks a lot?? and made out with kon?? and actually likes tea more than coffee but drinks more coffee to stay awake?? and makes jokes about dick's name?? and has a blog about indie film reviews and world issues?? and has a huge cd collection of 90s music??

and the next time tim goes to wayne manor,, dick gives him some of his old cds out of the blue and alfred buys a large assortment of different teas, and bruce asks if he wants to watch the seventh seal with him, and damian actually talks to tim and asks him to join a game tournament against jason and roy,, and tim is so so confused because when he goes back to the manor and the batcave its always just for work. he never really interacts with his family outside of vigilante related stuff, that's just what he's like with bernard and his friends. but now the bats are actually actively trying to spend time with him outside of work

just,, the batfam not realising tim is just acting like he's at work with all of them all of the time and never showing them what he's actually like or interested in outside of that

#when tim first became robin he knew the bats weren't looking for a new family member and neither was he #so he just got used to interacting with them in a purely professional/ worklike manner and even when he got adopted that didn't change #he thinks all the bats care about in relation to him is his work so that's all he mentions when he's with them #tim drake #dc #batfam #batfamily #red robin

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you know, i kind of touched on this in my au post earlier today, but it really got me thinking about how much tim joins the batfam early/jason doesn't die in ethiopia really, really relies on fanon understanding of relationships and almost has to prioritize the jason&tim relationship/perpetuate the idea that jason was "tim's robin" (my eyebrow twitches even writing that) because if it doesn't and we go by canon....jason really kind of ends up adrift due to tim's arrival, if he's not the person that tim is absolutely fixated on/that is saving tim.

because tim doesn't canonically need to be saved! he's not that socially awkward, he can make friends within 5 minutes of entering a room. he doesn't really need jason to do anything for him, to be anyone special for him. like, he admittedly probably admires jason-robin, but like, in an abstract way, not a super emotional way. tim would admire current robin whether it was jason in the costume or some random kid named jeff. jason's canonically not that special to tim, not like dick is. if jason quit and bruce replaced him with someone who wasn't jason, tim would just move on to admiring whoever is robin next and not really think about jason anymore, because the only robin who matters long-term is dick.

so if jason isn't the center of tim's world we get a tim who joins the batfam and immediately gets his canonical super-special connection with dick, through dick's parents and the night they fell and being there. and this is a connection that jason will always be excluded from, a wall between them almost. like, they might all like each other. dick does love jason. but it's almost like when you introduce two friends of yours and they immediately click super well and become better friends with each other than they are with you. like, dick is a good brother to jason. but jason's arrival will forever be marred by the actions of bruce, because bruce was the one who chose jason, though dick did eventually accept him as a brother. tim on the other hand came in connected intrinsically with dick. in many ways, tim is the brother without the baggage of bruce. tim is the brother that dick chose for himself based on past connection and fated past meetings. he's picture kid. he's the brother because of dick's parents, not because of bruce.

and isn't that lonely and a bit isolating for jason? sure he has his bond with bruce/his dad, but when it comes to his peers he is a bit on the outside looking in--he doesn't have a same-generation cohort. (which is also why i think it's funny when *tim* is always the one who's cast as this social outcast who has no bonds to anyone. now, i don't think that any of the batkids are socially awkward--on the contrary, i think they're all very good with people, but canonically, due to the short time he was alive for post-treatment, jason doesn't really have a ton of friends outside of bruce and alfred. and idk he doesn't seem to see a need to have a ton of friends! he's perfectly content being batman's son, batman's robin, he doesn't really need anyone or anything else. sure he enjoyed his mission with the titans that one time, but he's not really searching for outside connections or friends for him and bruce, not like tim does as robin. because jason is shown to be pretty content with the way things are--until we get closer to death in the family, ofc, but that's not really about feeling lonely for friends, but feeling lonely for his mother. idk do we ever have him yearning for friends? i'm not as well versed on all of jason as robin)

anyways, then we get superboy and impulse and wonder girl and young justice and they're still very much tim's cohort, not jason's. they are 13-15 year olds who act like 13-15 year olds. jason being like...2-3 years older than them would not fit in from a maturity level. and he probably does more with the titans on occasion, but he's only like 17 and they're all like...20s and having kids so he doesn't quite fit in fully there either, they just treat him like a younger brother. so where does he fit? he's kind of alone in his own odd little solitary generation there. tim doesn't really need him. dick doesn't really need him. all he has really is bruce, his dad and best friend. so it's like, when it comes to these types of stories...if jason is not tim's #1 upon tim joining the family, then what does jason have?

and i do see some resentment there. not like, pure hatred. but isn't life unfair? this kid comes in and his life is seemingly pretty good for him at first. he has dick's love unconditionally. he writes barbara thank you notes. he has a easy way of moving through the superhero community making friends with everyone like dick does and oh, i think that's a big frustration. because i don't think jason was jealous and angry at dick all the time but he was notably a little frustrated at having to live in dick's shadow sometimes (again, see his mission with the titans where he loses his temper that they look at just his uniform and expect him to be dick for them) and then to see tim have those traits like dick that jason-as-robin struggles with and thrive with them?

so yea. that's why i think a lot of those aus really depend on needing to make jason tim's #1, because if he's not, then where else does he belong?

#yea im not throwing this in the tags #sometimes we just don't tag controversy

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capricioussun · 24 days

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How do you interpret US Papyrus? I'm always curious how others interpret him because there's a good range of them!

Ooh, in general?? Hm, I guess mostly the way I try to interpret him is sort of like if you gave UT Papyrus chronic fatigue and issues tied to having to act as the judge in his world! Which, to me, basically makes him very silly, kind, sassy, but also very insecure and very lonely.

I should explain- ough this is gunna be an essay so there'll need to be a readmore soon aha, but I should explain how the whole "judge" thing usually works in my interps!

It's not an inherent thing, or some "angel given" power, there has always been an acting Royal Judge, someone the crown had appointed that they felt they could, well, trust the judgement of, who they could consult about crimes and justice and whatnot. The prior judge Fell some years ago, but since Toriel/Asgore had already left, Asgore/Toriel never appointed another, as a sort of self punishment as well as a promise they would continue with their task of collecting the human souls without the assistance (or interference) of someone else.

That was until Sans/Papyrus came along. The "judging" effect was caused by one of the many methods Gaster used to make the brothers, involving the justice soul trait. This is where the KR came from, as well as the unique ability to "see" the sins in others' souls. After discovering this unique ability, eventually the king/queen asks Sans/Papyrus to act as the new judge (as well as some other reasons that vary depending on AU).

Now, the kr and "judge" ability manifested in Stretch much later than the sanses in non-swapped AUs, which made it a much more difficult transition that only made it much harder for him to socialize with others. He basically couldn't "turn it off", which, on top of feeling incredibly guilty about the invasion of privacy, made him feel anxious and stressed out and couldn't help but put the negative thoughts front and center in his attention, making him also feel like those were the most prominent thoughts and feelings of those around him.

So like, you know how anxiety and self image issues make you feel like everyone secretly hates you or finds you annoying or etc etc etc, basically, he had "proof" that was true, and despite trying his best to ignore it, things are already hard enough for a pre-teen/teen, on top of his physical health taking such the dip it did around that time, too, he quickly became anxiety riddled, isolated, and miserable.

Before then, he was actually a lot like Rus (UT) when he was a kid! And it was hard on Blue, too, since he was practically just a teen himself, so for all of that to land on his brother as well as needing to work harder to take care of him when he had bad health flares, things were rough for a while there.

That being said, Blue did help in keeping Stretch's mental health from completely plummeting, always trying to keep his mood up, encouraging him, trying to find him friends (how he met Undyne aka Sylv!), etc etc, and the brothers grew a lot closer in that time, as Stretch had always admired Blue, and it meant a lot to him.

That was until, of course, things never got any better. His health continued to decline into older teendom/young adulthood, and there was some personal drama here and there, especially involving Sylv, and when Blue joined the guard, that was the last straw. Stretch was sick of feeling like such a burden on everyone, so even though he'd initially turned Toriel down to act as judge (knowing his brother absolutely hated that she'd even asked him in the first place), he went back to her and accepted. That was really when the distance between the brothers started, which wasn't helped by the resets starting up soon thereafter.

(Quick aside, as he got older, he did get the hang of controlling his "judging" ability, and "turning it off" is no longer an issue for him later on)

So in his efforts to become more independent, he worked a lot on his social life and how to interact with others and make himself well liked. Sure, maybe he doesn't really have any real friends, and people forget his name all the time, but he'd finally learned how to utilize his heightened intuition to get along with people, rather than weird them out.

He’s still riddled with anxiety and self worth issues, but he’s gotten incredibly good at masking, and typically comes off as very relaxed and friendly. He’s a big fan of wordplay and very mild practical jokes (like those types of gags where you put on Groucho Marx glasses and pretend to be someone else. Blue always plays along for the bit), but he has a tendency to hold people at arms length, and tries to avoid others actually getting to know him.

Very few people know he’s the judge, and he prefers it that way, he'd rather everyone underestimate him so he never disappoints. That being said, he does still make quite an effort to help those around him without their knowledge, and he’s still lowkey very interested in engineering and computer science. Him and Rus are definitely two peas in a pod when it comes to interests, they could talk about comics for hours on end, but the primary difference is that Stretch tries much harder to hide how much he cares, where as Rus will shout it from the rooftops.

I'm not a big fan of the characterizations that make him a huge brat, sometimes even an outright jerk, I don't really understand them since neither Sans nor Papyrus are like that, but w/ my guy, he’s definitely a huge dork and sweetheart, who just also happens to be very sassy at times ahdjfjsksk

He also still holds on to his belief in others, like Rus. Even despite literally knowing better, he’s also been proven right too many times to lose that hope, which is why, in his fight, as opposed to UT Sans, he gets very quiet and looks miserable. He genuinely doesn't want to hurt them, but he knows he’s out of options. When he offers an out before the fight, he won't spring a surprise attack, and just offers a genuine hug. The player doesn't get a choice after accepting, they kill him, and his final words are pretty similar to Rus' about knowing they can do better, and he believes in them anyway, though he makes a comment about that sounding pretty stupid with a laugh before he collapses off screen.

WOW this got longer than I meant it to I'm sorry huge lore drop instead of just general facts ough BUT ! Idk, hopefully this gives a half decent feel for how I interpret him! I love him a lot I'm mixing him into a salad like a crouton <3

#ty for the ask I'm so sorry I've done this otl #but also I will say I really like the way u interpret him from what I've seen!! he still feels very Papyrus which I feel is super important #w/ the aus 👏💗#I need to draw stretch more I need to finish that sketch page of him my believe nerd boy <3 #🧡🧡🧡❕❕❕#us stretch #underswap papyrus #sun spots #op has never stops talking disorder fr ✌️😔#kiok0r0 #clear sky sunset

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"Crazy for this girl" (Chapter 2)

On the next day, she was walking through the corridor towards the lecture hall when all of a sudden, the other girls were again talking about William.

“Don’t you think this is childish at this point?” She said a little bit louder than usual to her friend who joined in one of the conversations. William could hear those words and nodded in agreement with her, hiding a sigh.

He wanted to move closer to that girl and ask about something considering the lecture, but right at that moment, he noticed something that she had in her bag. The last copy of the book he wanted to get the day before. “Word and image in ancient Greece” by Keith Rutter.

He knew it was her. A person who took the last copy from the library. “Miss Middleton”. The reason why he recognised her so fast was simple. She was the only person attending the same course who hadn't tried to get into a chat since his first days in Fife.

The young woman at last turned her head towards the spot where he was standing. Despite her indifferent reaction to his arrival and initial thoughts about him or words spoken to her ‘classmates’ just a few seconds before, her face went bright red. William tried to hide his soft chuckle after he made an observation on that.

“Hi, I'm Steve” he introduced himself with a nickname that was already in use by

a few of his friends, so as to avoid unwanted attention and shield his royal identity.

“Catherine Middleton, but everyone call me Kate” she smiled a little

“It is a pretty name” he replied

After a few seconds, the prince wanted to begin a conversation about the book she had ‘stolen from him’ the day before, but it did not occur. Middleton scuttled off and followed her friend into the lecture room right after her eyes met those of William's.

***

“You were talking with the prince today, Kate! How did it go? Tell me everything” her friend asked excitedly as they were sitting in Catherine’s room in the early evening.

“I’ve simply introduced myself. It is nothing extraordinary. You should know that” Catherine replied, rolling her eyes. She was quite annoyed by the behaviour of people around her. It seemed simply wrong and immature in her eyes. There was one thing she could not deny, though. He seemed to be perhaps one of the kindest people attending the same course as her. What she did not know was that while she was talking about him, William was remembering their meeting.

One of the last thoughts on his mind that day was “There is something special about her”.

“It is difficult to believe that the prettiest girl in Sally’s is the source of your anger” Fergus Boyd, one of the prince’s closest friends told him one afternoon after noticing Catherine in attendance at a rugby match where William played along other students, After setting his eyes on her, he was irritated, or rather tried to act as if it actually was his real emotion. She was wearing simple jeans and a jacket. Simplicity at its finest.

“Prettiest girl in Sally’s? What do you mean?” “She earned this title back in Freshers Week. You can not deny that it is correct, even if the outfit right now doesn't do her beauty much justice” Fergus replied “By the way, any plans for Saturday evening? I’ve heard someone from the third year is hosting a party..”

William did not reply. He was looking at Catherine and once more wondered if she kept a copy of that book in the bag. In the early morning, although he was aware that it was a ridiculous idea, he was even thinking of stealing it.

Finally came the day of the classes for which a “damned” book (as he called it) about ancient Greece was needed. Earlier, “Steve” asked some people for his “last resort”: photocopy of chapters. Unfortunately, everyone was too busy with assignments or university organisational matters. As a consequence, they could not find a few minutes to help with the necessary pages. As he sat in his chair, with embarrassment, asked a guy sitting next to him to share some of his notes.

Kate Middleton entered and sat next to another girl in the row right in front of William. His fury directed at her left for some time, but it had returned the moment he saw her. The professor frowned at the noise in the room. “For today's class, you were all supposed to bring “Word and image in ancient Greece” by Rutter. Is there anyone who doesn't have at least a photocopy?” .

William remained silent, hoping that work with the guy next to him would be enough to hide the absence of the book from the professor.

“Alright. Since you're the first year students, we all want you to get to know one another as your communication is the key to your better work. There is no better way to do that than analysing a text and a painting in pairs. Chapter II in the book, page 38. Two days ago, you were working with the person next to you. Today, try to exchange views with the person who sits behind you”.

Everyone quickly scanned the room. William looked behind himself and found a wall, literally. His row was the last one in the room.

He hid a sigh full of frustration as he heard a woman calling him “Steve? I guess we are to work together. You've got no one behind you” she chuckled lightly, but William didn't say a word in a response.

“Well..” Catherine cleared her throat “Have you finally got the book?”

The words from the professor interrupted William's thoughts: “You've got 20 to 25 minutes for a chat, and then you'll share your views with the rest of the group. Good luck!”.

Miss Middleton repeated her question and, after a second, pulled out her copy.

“I don't know what you meant by ‘finally’ because this is only my second unpreparedness. Is your copy the last one from the library?” William laughed dryly, proceeding to stare at the book cover. Kate rolled her eyes a little and blinked “How do you know?”

“It was supposed to be mine. I went to borrow, and I was told you took the last copy. It is like déjà vu from a few days ago. So this time, my ‘forgetfulness is partly your fault”

“Oh, you should've told me earlier. That way, I could share some materials. Now it is too late to make a photocopy”

“It is fine,” he said and shrugged.

“Better luck next time. We shall start analysing this text now” Middleton said.

William looked at her face finally, and a little smile escaped his lips, but soon it was replaced by a look full of concentration on text on page 38, followed by a discussion.

After twenty minutes, they shared their views with the rest of the students. As she packed her things after the class came to an end, William spoke up: “There's no requirement to bring books or anything for the next week, so you wouldn't have a chance to steal things from me again”.

Catherine wanted to apologise, but the moment she looked at him, she noted his slight smile and replied “Yes. Although, next time, go to the library right after classes end. Just a little advice. I suppose it should be easier for you next week. Everyone will get used to seeing you on a daily basis, Steve” Catherine said and sent him a friendly smile before leaving the room. William's eyes followed her for a few seconds, and his thought he tried to ignore, about her being “very special”, reappeared in his thoughts.

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Chapter 3

#royal fanfiction #crazy for this girl #chapter 2 #st andrews university themed stories #prince william #catherine middleton #2000s #st andrews university #fife #st salvator's hall #st andrews #scotland #kate x william #stories #text post #tags

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Substitute City Ghost

Clockwork had a plan. Their young king needed to learn how to take care of people without the kind of hero like fighting he did in Amity Park. There was a lot to learn for the young halfa and his king classes could only cover so much. Thus he had found a plan that would give his king the perfect learning expirence while also helping out his recently new friend. Well not that new since his friend was quite an old ghost of their own. But he had only recently made direct contact with her.

Lady Gotham was an old and powerful ghost. Born from the beliefs of her city and strengthened by the once living and protecting it. But she was stretching herself thin. Managing her city, helping the dead find their way, looking out for the shades, and protecting the weaker entities, was already a lot of responsibilities for a city ghost. But Lady Gotham has added more to her plate, supporting those that protect her city. Mortals that she called her knights. Aiding them by controlling the shadows, guiding those that need help toward them, or the other way around, guiding her knights to those that needed help. She was strong, but even a ghost like her could grow exhausted. His friend needed rest and recharge. Surely Lady Gotham wouldn't say no if he invited her to a vacation to the Realms, and in that same invitation, he would direct his king to his new hands on training.

The bats and birds knew something was different about Gotham lately. It was strange and slightly unsettling. The change felt like it had just happened overnight. They were suspicious, wondering if they were sensing one of their rogues planning something big. Jason and Duke appeared to sense it the most.

At first, it didn't appear to be too big of a problem, but then strange things started to happen. Their rogues started tripping over, seemingly nothing. And if that wasn't enough it appeared like their rogues were a whole lot more inattentive to their surroundings. Now the Bats and birds were good at sneaking, but they had human limits. Yet there were times they snuck up on them like they weren't even seen.

Dick swore that one of the goons had stared at him and didn't see him, even though he had tried to pull the tap their shoulder and greet them before punching them act. The guy had turned around and stared at him before looking around like no one was even there until he punched the guy anyway.

And that wasn't even the weirdest part. Bullets, throwing knives or anything aimed and thrown at them never hit their marks. Not for the lag of them dodging but for the things they were sure they shouldn't have been able to react in time for. Tim espacially had pointed out that a bullet should have hit him once but it never even graced him. Yet when he checked the place after the arrest. There had been a clear bullet hole in the wall where he had been.

They weren't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. They had even tried to get a member of the Justice League Dark to look into it. But strangely enough Constantine had refused to even set foot into Gotham for once, and even insisted that the other do not either.

To say that Batman was not amused would have been a very big understatement. The man was brooding. And of course Dick had to jinx them too. The eldest bat kid had to mention that it at least wasn't getting worse.

And don't you know it. It got worse. Like weirdly alarming strangely worse.

Because, how else would you define it when you're in the middle of a briefing with your patrol partner for the night when suddenly a Lazarus Pit look alike portal opens below your feed swallowed you up and the freaking drops you into the middle of a crime scene or mugging.

It was only thanks to their training that they were able to react quickly enough after a bound of disorientation. But fuck did that gave them all a good damn heart attacks when that happened the first time to Damian of all people.

Something was definitely wrong with their city. Thankfully they had some sort of hint, because the first time the Pit portal happened to Duke, he claimed that he saw a white haired figure right before it had swallowed him hole and spit him out at a bank robbery.

Danny was honestly believing he was doing a good job as substitute city spirit while Lady Gotham was enjoying her vacation. Sure , he still had trouble with some things, but he was sure he was getting the hang of the whole supporting the cities vigilantes gig Lady Gotham had going on. The whole managing the shades and the dead spirits was still up in the air, though. But at least he had figured out a way easier way to guide the vigilantes towards the once that needed help.

Now he just needed to figure out what was wrong with that one guy in the red helmet and he was sure that both Clockwork and Lady Gotham would be proud of him and how he had managed her city during her vacation.

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Episode 1X05 "Deux Amours" thoughts

(Warning: if I don't make sense in this post, I apologize. I've been trying to put this together for the past 20 mins but my brain has been fried by the episode it seems).

The fifth installment of the Daryl Dixon series is a GIANT - let me repeat this - G I A N T culminating expression of Daryl's fears/desires/drive to get home to Carol. If anyone was in doubt before they would have to be living in another dimension not to see it after "Deux Amours".

Starting with the conversations between Daryl and Azlan throughout the episode, Daryl's focus on getting home is clear. Our boy is still obsessed with finding a working radio for a specific call even in the flashbacks, but more on that later 😉. Azlan asks him about the promise he made which drives him on his journey to get back home, and Norman's acting of subtle reacting to the other man's points of (I'm paraphrasing) "sometimes a man's promise gets detoured around the realities of life" encompasses the tone of the entire show and the rest of the episode. "It's a home for the soul" If that isn't Caryl, I don't know what is.

When Laurent asks him about his friends there's an obvious pairing and splitting up of the groupings he chooses to answer with; Judith & RJ, Connie & Ezekiel, Carol. There are the kids, his friend ... and then " a woman named Carol". His pause and voice change upon saying her name warms my little shipper heart. If only Laurent hadn't jumped in so quick to continue the conversation. Look kid, the man was having a MOMENT! Read the room, sheesh. Lol.

I've haven't seen many bring this up but imo the young man at the gas depot during the flashback's was another huge planted plot point for Caryl. Daryl's whole thing has been how he needs to get home, and the kid is there "just trying to make it home to his girl". He promised he get enough gas to pick her up and take her away, the two of them together, out to California. Does that ring any bells to anyone???? NEW MEXICO IS STILL OUT THERE.

THAT radio call scene. Yes. Everything about it ... yes. I don't think I can do it justice trying to put it into words but @mcbride made a wonderful gifset of it for you to view or I know there are clips of the scene out there as well.

**Special recognition for the fact a lot of these Caryl callback scenes occurred by the river/while Daryl was in a make shift tent similar to the one at his s9 camp.**

Now we've reached the infamous Daryl/Laurent/the boat scene. I'm not going to get into a debate of whether he was wrong or right to go off on a kid like that; I'm going to deal solely with my perceived reasoning behind Daryl's actions. IMO finding the boat gone and subsequently that Laurent is the one who cut the rope was the straw that broke the camels back - so it were - for Daryl's emotions through the whole show about going home. Everything had been building up emotionally for Daryl until this point in the series; every past attempt to get home thwarted or delayed somehow, and having the person who he's supposed to be getting to The Nest where he will get what he's been after ... a way home ... blow things up in his face was too much to bear. The thought that maybe he may not actually get back to Carol overwhelming him and leading him to blow up at Laurent. I think the timing of this scene in the episode should also be taken into consideration, immediately after the radio call.

The groundwork has been laid out for Carol's reappearance in the season finale, whether that is in France or somewhere else that is still yet to be seen but all roads lead to Caryl.

#caryl #caryl positivity #carol peletier #daryl dixon #carol and daryl #twd spoilers #twd: daryl dixon #carol loves daryl #daryl loves carol

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A/n: so, in advance, there are oc characters. The names are: Ryan, Tyler, Aurora, and ofc [Name]

even in other universes, i'll love you

"Dude, why are there so many butterflies today?" Stepping inside Mount Justice, Wally was bombarded by colorful butterflies. He swatted at them, trying to get the winged creatures away from his face.

Artemis popped out her head from around the corner, waving the redhead over, which he reluctantly followed.

"What's all of this abo-" The blonde puts a hand over his mouth. "You never stop talking, do you?" She hisses at him.

With a roll of his eyes, Wally averts his attention to a few other teenagers who were conversing with his friends. One person catches his attention.

A girl surrounded by butterflies.

Curiously, she observes everyone, taking an extreme interest in Kaldur, but quickly looks at the speedster with butterflies attached to his body.

He watches her eyes widen. "Oh my goodness!" She races over to him, lightly shoving past her friends, and walks over to Wally. "I'm so sorry. They don't usually act this way." Carefully she guides the creature off his body and onto hers. "I don't know what's gotten into them."

"It's, uhm, it's alright." He took in the scene, ignoring Artemis's smirk, thinking the girl before he looked like a princess straight from the movies. "I'm Wally."

"[Name]." She smiles at him, eyes crinkling, making his heart race faster than usual. "It's nice to finally meet you, Wally. Your friends speak highly of you."

"Really?" He only receives a head nod.

Wally's caught off guard when a butterfly lands on his nose. "She really likes you." [Name] can see how Miss Claudina latched onto him, almost as though she was hugging him. "Would you like to keep her?"

"[Name]! You can't just give them away!" Your team leader, Ryan, yells at her.

She gives a shrug to the boy. "If it will make Miss Claudina happy, I will."

"I don't know." Wally responses while [Name] gets dragged away. "Butterflies don't live that long. A month max."

"Not mine." You pull away to share with him. Placing your hand before your mouth so the others couldn't see, forening a secret. "They only die if you don't feed them. They die in action, or if anything happens to me. Miss Claudina should live a long life if handled correctly."

"I don't know..."

"I trust you with her."

"How will we get home?" [Name] asked, looking at the Justice League members. Her team members nodded in agreement.

"Yeah," Tyler looks at the older superheroes. "We've missed so much school."

"If Aurora got you all here in the first place," Batman looks at the girl asleep on the medical bed. "She should be able to get you back. We've tried letting her come to on her own, but we may need to try and wake her up."

[Name] and Ryan shared a look, then glanced down at their injured friend. "That will cause her more pain, yes?"

"She has already suffered enough. Can we not wait for her to wake up on her own?" The butterfly user questions, swinging her arms in protest. "She isn't in the best condition. How do we know she'll be able to use her powers?"

"You kids have been here for over two months." Canary tries to reason. "You all need to get back to your world."

"We aren't risking Aurora!"

Outside the med bay, the young justice team listens, hearing the pained voices trying to defend their friend. As much as they knew it was logical to send the group of four home, the thought of risking the youngest of the group weighed heavily.

"Hey, KF," Robin nudges Wally, knocking him out of his trance. "You gonna miss her when she leaves?"

"Who?"

"Name and probably Miss Claudina," Rob answers nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders at his friend's now sad expression. "The butterfly will probably choose her handler over you in the end, so ya know."

"Yeah, I get it, jerk."

The door to the med bay swings open, and Ryan bursts out, followed closely by [Name] and her 'friends' fluttering close behind. Ryan looks furious, his purple eyes shining with his anger.

"Ryan! Come on!" [Name] calls out chasing the brunette through the hall, to the room the leader had temporarily claimed, only to have the door closed in her face.

In front of the door, she places her forehead on the metal material as an exhausted sigh escapes her lips. This wasn't the time for them to be angry at one another; they had to keep their cools and stick together. It seemed as though others had different plans.

"You okay?"

Still with her forehead against the door, a smile stretches across her lips. One of the highlights of [Name]'s time here. "I'm fine, but the others aren't." Turning around, she met the green eyes she'd grown to adore in her time here. "You wanna watch another one of the movies from here?"

"Yeah, I'd like that." Not wanting to waste time, Wally uses his speed to get her to the couch in less than 2 seconds. "Here you are, madam."

"Aw, such a gentleman." The smile remains on her face, watching as the speedster fiddles with the remote trying to find a good movie to play. "I'm gonna miss this."

"Huh?"

"When we leave. I'm going to miss you, Wally." [Name] provides a giggle to occupy the awkward silence from her words. "Sorry for dampening the mood. It's just- it's just, the time I've spent here, with you, I'm really going to miss it."

"I'll miss it too." He puts the remote on the small table beside him, taking her hand.

Looking down at their connected hands, [Name] heart races. The excitement she feels shows in the butterflies lingering around Mount Justice. "I really like you, Wally."

"I really like you too." The speedster looks into her eyes, feeling the nervousness radiating off [Name]. "I think I fell in love with you these last few months you've been here."

"I think I'm falling."

Wally softly smiles at [Name]. "Can I kiss you?"

Nodding her head, [Name]'s eyes practically sparkle when Wally's lips contact hers. It was a quick peck, but it made the two happy. Wally practically vibrates with happiness while multiple red butterflies land on [Name]'s hair.

"Even in other universes, I'll love you, [Name]."

#wally west x reader #wally west imagine #kid flash x reader #kid flash imagine #wally west fluff #dc comics #the flash #young justice #young justice fic #wally west x y/n #wally west x you

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What do you imagine a yandere!cyno would be in a modern au?

In a university au, he might study something like law or criminal justice. If this is stalker ex Scara au, then perhaps you go to him if you think Heizou's acting a little odd lately. Cyno can help you because he's also familiar with criminal psychologies. He'll help you get justice and the freedom you deserve (freedom from Kuni, but you'll also need it from Heizou if you learn he's stalking you as well). Unfortunately for you, while working alongside you Cyno starts to get very attached. >_< now you are just continuing to stumble across the worst possible people in that au.

Aside from a university au, I could see him as a police officer who works undercover tracking criminals down. He's so set in his ways and when it comes to administering justice he could do no wrong. But then he falls for you and now he's keeping you captive in his home, using his respectable position as the perfect cover, and no one suspects a thing. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for love; even Cyno, set in his ways as he may be, recognizes this.

Also also!!! Perhaps an au in which you are kidnapped by Tighnari and he's taken in a young Collei (who recently escaped the clutches of a very horrible doctor) and Cyno always visits to check in on both you and Collei. Cyno is also obsessed with you, and his job as an officer allows him to avoid suspicion when your missing persons poster starts to show up in newspapers and on the TV. When you first saw Cyno in his uniform, you were certain he would help you and that Tighnari would be taken to prison. But it became obvious very quickly that Cyno was not to be your friend in this situation. Cyno and Tighnari force you into a parental position, hoping to assimilate you to the little family they're building. You'll have no choice but to fit into your role when escape is impossible. And even if you do manage to get out of the house, you won't get very far. Living in the forest is as peaceful as it is isolating.

#genshin chit chat #yandere cyno

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Chapter 4: Maybe We're Not So Crazy

Raining Hellfire Series | Season One

Word Count: 7,926 words. (I swear this is short for me)

Warnings: swearing, flashbacks to past trauma, mentions of stalking, Barb missing

[A/N: yet again, this is me attempting to add both reader and eddie to the storyline. This one is rushed so I'm sure I've made many mistakes oops. also justice for karen wheeler in this story she's adorable]

Maybe We're Not So Crazy

“Miss, do you know why we have brought you here?”

“...Yes.”

“So you remember what happened?”

“Yes.”

“So you know who died?”

“…”

“Y/n? Do you remember who died?”

You woke up with a silent scream.

You didn’t even realise you had fallen asleep. You sat up from your mess of blankets on the floor, looking to your bed. El was still asleep. Peaceful.

After regaining your focus, you made your way to the living room to find a much different sight. Dustin and Lucas had, at some point, created forts for themselves out of the blankets and various chairs in the space. And they were now throwing pillows at eachother.

“Hey!” You raised your voice and they jumped, throwing both their pillows at you instead. You caught them easily.

“Woah. Killer reflexes.” Dustin gawked.

“This isn’t… what it looks like?” Lucas shrugged awkwardly. There was no hiding this mess.

“What is going on? Why are you doing this?” Their friend had just been found dead in a quarry and they were acting like it was just another normal thing.

Both of them brought their gaze to the floor, clearly hearing the disappointment in your words.

“We just needed a distraction.” Dustin finally spoke, his words barely a whisper and you knew you messed up.

“Hey, hey, come here.” You said as they both walked into your embrace. You held them tightly.

“I get it, I was just… worried you might wake up El. That’s all.”

“Right. El.” Lucas mumbled, but the grip of his hug didn’t loosen.

“Okay, we need to get you ready to get home to your parents.” You pulled away from them with a small smile. “How about you clean this up, I’ll make waffles and we'll just deal with the day one step at a time?”

“Okay.” They both said, cheering up slightly at the mention of food.

To experience the death of someone close to you, especially at their age, had to be confusing and infuriating. They were old enough to understand and grieve. However, losing someone when you’re still so young… it was something you knew all too well.

You left them to clear up their pillow monstrosity and made the waffles. Once they were done, you saw Lucas and Dustin still clearing and conversing. You took the opportunity to fill a plate and walk to your bedroom, greeting the young girl with much needed food.

“Thank you.” She said, a small smile on her face when she realised the plate held waffles.

“Hey, El?”

“Hm.” She was eating as if it had been days. In all fairness, you had no idea if Mike had actually managed to give her proper meals.

“Last night… did something happen? When we were here?” Your mind led you back to the faceless monster scratching at your door. Was that all just a dream?

She just stared at you blankly.

“Right, no, of course not. It’s just been a scary few days.” Imagining monsters. That wasn’t concerning at all.

After sitting with the girl for a while, you made sure the boys ate and then took them all to the house next door. Before you even knocked on the door, Dustin and Lucas were headed to their bikes. Clearly, they had other plans.

“Hey! Where are you guys going?”

“Home.” Lucas said, a note of anger in his voice. He then rode off, without a second glance.

“He just needs some time.” Dustin paused for a moment, looking at your uncle's house, envisaging the girl that sat patiently in your room. “We all do.”

And with that, he mounted his bike and took off after his friend.

“We’re so sorry. Yes. Yes, we handled it. I promise. Yes. Yes, we will. I promise you, you won’t.” Your mother was stood in the hall, clinging into the phone as if it might slip out of her hands. You knew exactly who she was talking to.

You just sat on the floor of your living room, the cream-coloured rug providing little comfort. Your sister was sat beside you, head on your shoulder. She was too young to understand what was going on. At least that’s what your mother told you. You on the other hand, chose not to underestimate your sister. She was much smarter than anyone gave her credit for.

“Thank you. Good bye.” She hung up the phone, sighing. Disappointment. She made her way to the living room and stood in front of you both.

“Come with me, sweetheart.” She said, reaching out a hand to your sister.

“I want to stay with Y/n.” The girl was clinging onto your arm now. She absolutely knew what was happening.

“Just come with me.” Your mother kept pleading. She didn’t want to tear her away.

“No!” Your sister screamed. You looked into her big blue eyes, silently begging her to go. You couldn’t bare having to say goodbye.

“NOW!” The booming voice of your father practically bounced off the walls. Everyone froze. Whatever he says, goes.

You risked a glance to him, seeing him hold a suitcase in his right hand. It definitely wasn’t yours.

The blue eyed girl began crying, hugging you tightly. Your mother stepped back. Your father stepped forward.

“Let go of your sister, she has somewhere to be. Let’s just try our best to move on from this.” He sighed. He whispered something to your mother now stood just by the door. She nodded and he left. You heard the front door slam and you knew. You might be the one leaving, but he was the one that wasn’t going to come back.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?” You looked back at your sister, her teary eyes closed.

“It’s my fault. I should have told you to stay with me instead of going to that stupid party.” She sobbed, remembering your last conversation you had before the incident.

“Hey, look at me.” You cupped her chin, bringing her doe eyes to meet yours. “None, and I mean none, of this is your fault. Don’t you ever think that. It was all me. Just me.”

She just continued to cry, your words barely making an affect.

“I might be leaving, but I’d never leave you. You understand? I’ll find a way. When I’m old enough, I’ll come back for you.”

“Promise?” She choked down her sobs, holding your hands.

“I promise.” You said, a tear forming a path down your left cheek. “You are so, so strong. And smart. Smarter than me. Smarter than mom and dad. Smarter than anyone I know. No matter what happens, you can do this on your own. Promise me you won’t ever give up. Promise me.”

“I promise.” She whispered. You kissed her forehead, holding onto her one last time. You were going to find your way back. In 4 years, you’ll be 18. In 4 years, you were going to find her and take her away from this hell.

There was a loud knock at the door. Your sister looked at you. She leaned in and whispered 3 words. But not the ones you’d expect.

Reluctantly, you let go of the only person in this world that you ever truly loved, and walked to the door. Your mother avoided you in every possible way, not even bringing herself to look at you. You resisted the urge to look back at the house that was never your home. You took each step forward with your heart slowly aching. This was just the beginning.

You were escorted to Hawkins, away from the city that hated you. All that replayed were the 3 words your sister had whispered.

“Give. Them. Hell.”

El wasn't there when you went back into the house.

You had searched everywhere, even visiting the Wheeler house to have a sneak at the basement but only came across Mike, who confirmed your suspicions that she hadn't come back. You didn't know where she was, but you hoped she was safe and smart enough to find you later.

Karen had offered to give you a lift into school and whilst you had politely declined, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Not since they found Will’s body.

So, you took the backseat and were sat next to the youngest Wheeler, Holly. She rarely spoke to you, mostly never even realised you existed. You didn’t really care though, you weren’t sure you could even have a liberating conversation with a 3 year old.

Nancy was sat in the front with her mother. Neither of you had spoken a word to eachother in a while. You didn’t have anything to say, you knew that the bond between you two was breaking. It hurt, knowing you were going to lose a friend. But rather than reconcile your friendship, your plan was unchangeable today; find Barb. Since Will was found, your mind has locked onto Barb, praying she was okay. You didn’t want another body found in that quarry.

Karen pulled up to the school, telling you both to have a good day. As you stepped out onto the pavement, you doubted that it would even be an adequate day.

And you were absolutely right.

After your first lesson, you needed a break. Your breathing was becoming questionable and you knew you’d be having a panic attack sooner or later. You walked to the football field, leaning on a wall and focused on the practice that was currently in place. Each breath finally slowed and you felt better. You were glad that you didn’t have to focus on that boring display of testosterone anymore.

Instead, you took in your surroundings, eyes landing on something that made you smile without thinking.

“I think you two would be great together.” Nancy said, leaning towards you with a small smile. You weren’t sure how long she’d been there for.

“Really?” You replied quietly, your eyes still fixated on the boy who was telling a captivating story to group of friends.

“Yeah, why not? You clearly like eachother.” She smiled, nudging your shoulder.

“I’m not so sure about that.” You wanted to believe he liked you, truly. But you weren’t someone that boys liked. You were just… Y/n. Nothing special, definitely not girlfriend material.

“Don’t doubt yourself, Y/n.”

You turned to Nancy, giving her a shy smile. There was something about talking to her again that made you feel… relaxed?

“Hey, um, I know we haven’t really talked since the party.” She began, lowering her eyes to the floor, “I’m really sorry that I left you and Barb alone. I know I said I was going to stay with you guys and I really was planning to but-”

“It’s fine, Nance.” You put a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at you, smiling at her nickname.

“Speaking of Barb, have you seen her?” She asked quietly, her head turning to the spot where you would usually meet before school.

“I called but her mom said she hadn’t been home since the party. I know she wouldn’t run away, that’s not Barb, but I haven’t seen her car so-”

“It’s still where she left it at the party.” Nancy interrupted. She saw your confused expression and continued. “I… I was worried. So I went back there and it’s just sat there. My sweatshirt is still on the seat where I left it. It hasn’t been touched.”

“Wait, so she’s… missing?” The last word cracked your voice slightly. You took her to the side

“I can’t find her.” Nancy walked near the wall, hugging herself.

“Can’t find who?” Steve walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. He looked at you with a grin and when he saw that you didn’t do your usual eye roll, his eyebrows furrowed. “Okay something’s wrong.”

“We can’t find Barb. She isn’t at home and her car is basically deserted.” You finally spoke when Nancy didn’t.

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Steve looked as if he didn’t even believe himself.

“No. She’s not. Something is definitely wrong. I went to look for her, at your house, and nothing. Nothing! She’s just disappeared and now they’ve found Will’s body so now I’m panicking. I think… I saw someone out there, in those woods. They- they didn’t even have… a face.” Nancy said. Your breath hitched and she turned to you, raising a brow. Before she could ask, Steve was already talking.

“So, wait a sec. I don’t understand. You went to my house?” He let go of her so he could move around to face her. His shoulder brushed yours slightly but he didn’t seem to notice.

“To look for Barb.”

“Yeah, okay, but why didn’t you just talk to me? That’s crazy.”

“I don’t know, I… I was scared.”

“You seriously think you saw a guy in a mask just hanging out in my yard?”

“I don’t think it was a mask.”

“But he had no face?”

“I don’t know!” Nancy began shaking her head, “I don’t know, I just… I have a terrible feeling about this.”

You slumped against the wall. Was the faceless creature real? It can’t be a coincidence that you both imagined the same thing.

“Me too.” You finally spoke, sending Nancy a nod while Steve looked at you. His expression changed when he saw how serious you were.

“Oh, this is bad. This is really bad.” Steve paced before walking to the wall and leaning just a few inches next to you.

“What?” You asked and Nancy took a step closer to you both. “Do you know something?”

“The cops…” He said. Nancy looked at you with a similar expression.

“What about them?” You asked, your little patience slowly beginning to show. It was only a matter of time since you were in proximity of Steve Harrington.

“They’re gonna want to talk to all of us now. Tommy, Carol, everybody who was at the party?”

“So?” You and Nancy both asked. Her voice was a little softer than yours since yours was laced with irritation now.

“My parents are gonna murder me!” He said, looking at you. It meant that you could see the hint of fear in his eyes. You’ve met Steve’s parents. He had every right to be terrified of those child neglecters.

“Are you serious right now?” Nancy didn’t know Steve’s parents well.

“You don’t understand. My dad’s a grade-A asshole.” He said, stuffing his hands back in his pockets.

“Barb is missing! And you’re worried about your dad?” She raised her voice, startling you and Steve.

“Okay, let’s calm down. Nance, we’ll talk to the cops, try and find Barb. Steve, we’ll figure out a way to stop your dad from murdering you. Cool?” You attempted to diffuse the situation. Nancy looked somewhat calmer and you thought it worked until Steve had to open his mouth again.

“Okay, just… when you talk to the cops, just…” He moved closer to Nancy, “don’t mention the beers.”

Nancy raised her head, her eyebrows scrunching together. Oh, you knew that face. It wasn’t a nice face.

“Yep, you’ve done it now, Hairy.” You mumbled over his shoulder as you retreated back to the wall and grabbed your bag. You were going to need to move quickly.

“What?” Steve asked, confused by your statement. “It’s just gonna get us three in trouble, and Barbara’s got nothing to do with it, okay?”

“I can’t believe you right now.” Nancy scoffed, her voice a little too calm.

“Cool. Time to go.” You muttered, adjusting the strap on your bag and looking at Nancy. She chose to avoid Steve’s eyes. He was going to regret that later.

“I can’t believe you.” She repeated, marching past Steve and waving him away with her hand. She was definitely mad.

“Nancy.” He tried to grab her but she moved quicker than he expected. “Nancy, wait.”

She just continued to walk away, her feet treading through the pebbled floor.

“Nancy!” He called out again but it was no use. She was already rounding the corner and gone.

“That went well.” You said, starting your voyage away from Steve.

“What did I say?” He asked, exasperated.

“Okay, listen up because I’m only saying this once and I’m sure you’re gonna make some lame joke about me not being equipped to give relationship advice.” You turned to him, looking up at him through hooded eyes.

“I-”

“Nope. Shut up. Shh.” You waved a hand in his face, miming at him to be quiet as you brought your hand to your lips.

When he finally sighed, you took it as a chance to speak.

“I know you think you’re great with the ladies. Sure, you’ve had practice. But Nancy isn’t like those other girls.”

“I know-”

“Hey! What did I say about talking?”

“Sorry.” He muttered, raising his hands in defeat.

“Nancy doesn’t need a boyfriend. She can easily take care of herself. She’s smart. You, less so.” You pushed out your hand again when he tried to protest. “She needs someone that can understand what she’s talking about, what she’s thinking about. Not someone who can only think of themselves in times when she needs them. I understand how much of an asshole your dad is, remember? But Nancy needs you right now. She’s scared, she’s panicking. She doesn’t care about the consequences of underage drinking, she cares about Barb, her best friend who is now missing. Just like how Will was missing.

So get your ego in check, because she needs someone who can calm her down and actually help her when she needs it. I genuinely believe that you can do that for her if you just tried to see this situation from her perspective. Understand?”

“… Yeah. Yeah.” He cleared his throat, nodding frantically. He was giving you a weird look. Not a bad one but it was weird enough for you to be done with the conversation.

“Good. Now be better.” You finalised, turning back around and following Nancy’s path.

I can’t believe I just tried to fix Nancy and Steve’s relationship you thought, shuddering, won’t be doing that again.

After catching up with Nancy, you consoled her, letting her know where you’d be if you needed to talk.

“You think the police will look into Barb’s disappearance?” She looked at you. Her eyes glinted with tears.

“Yes. And we’ll wait for them to speak with us. We’ll tell them the truth, Nance. The whole truth.”

You both parted ways and went to your respective lessons. You were a few minutes late but your teacher didn’t seem to care as he went back to pointing out places on the world map. You had already learnt this module so you took your seat in the back and tried to relax yourself. You wondered how long the police would take to start investigating.

“Queen of the demogorgons. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

You quickly straightened in your seat, turning your head to the right to see Eddie sat at the desk next to yours. Since when did you have classes together?

“I could say the same.” You said, smiling at him. "Wait, have we been in the same class this whole time and never spoken to eachother?”

“Probably.” He shrugged, casting a glance at your teacher before moving closer to you. “I’m usually sat in the back wall corner but someone beat me to my seat today.” He rolled his eyes and tilted his head in the direction of the desk.

You peered over and saw the one and only Harrington. You knew you had this class with him but this is the first time he’s actually shown up to it in about a year.

“I’m not complaining.” He whispered and you flashed him a genuine smile.

“I should hope not. Unless you want to exchange hair products with him.” You chuckled and he clutched both hands to his heart, mocking offence.

“I have never been more offended in my life.”

“Shh!” The girl in front of you spun around, finger to her lips. You mimed zipping your mouth shut which earned you a glare before she focused back on the teacher.

“Always a troublemaker.” Eddie said, shaking his head as if he was disappointed in you.

“You still free after school?” You blurted. After the way things were going lately, you didn’t want to miss an opportunity to see him more.

“Yeah! I mean, uh, yes. Yes, I am.” He cleared his throat, resting his chin of his hand as he tried to appear relaxed.

“Good. I’ll meet you at the benches.” You smiled to yourself and opened up your textbook as you also tried to fake being calm about the situation. As you began writing down a few notes, you caught Eddie smiling into his hand as he scribbled down whatever your teacher was droning on about.

The door to the classroom swung open and someone stood just outside, peering in with her hand still on the handle. She swept the room with her eyes until they landed on the corner by the window. You.

“Sorry to disturb your lesson but I need Y/n to come with me.” She said authoritatively. And just like that, all eyes were on you.

You glanced around the room and your teacher started to stutter some sort of acceptance (not that his permission was needed) and you locked eyes with Steve. You both knew why you were wanted. Then you looked at Eddie.

He stared at you with his big brown eyes. It wasn’t quite confusion that he was sending your way, more like curiosity. He was trying to figure you out. Before you got yourself too nervous in front of him, you walked over to your principal and let her guide you down the hall.

So now, you were sat next to Nancy and Karen. Talking to the police.

“This argument you and Barbara had? What exactly was it about?” Officer Powell directed his question to Nancy. She had just explained the last time she saw Barb.

“It wasn’t really an argument. Barb just wanted to leave. I didn’t, so, I… I told her to just go home.”

“Then what?”

“Then I went upstairs to put on some dry clothes.” Nancy looked nervous. Not in a guilty way, more like in an ‘if my mom finds out Steve and I did, she might kill me’ kind of way.

“And the next day, you went back and… saw a bear, you’re thinking?”

A bear. Right.

“I don’t know what it was, but… I think… I think maybe it took Barb.” Nancy’s voice cracked a bit. You were certain she was imagining the faceless creature, the same way you were. It made you want to shiver.

“You need to check behind Steve’s house-”

“We did. There’s nothing there.” Officer Callahan interrupted, shaking his head.

“What?” Your head whipped up in surprise.

“There’s no sign of a bear.”

“And no car.”

“What?” Nancy repeated you. You both gave eachother a quick look before turning back to the officers.

“Look. We figure that Barbara came back last night and then she took off, went somewhere else.”

“Has she ever talked to either of you about running off? Leaving town, maybe?” Officer Powell looked at you both, setting his sight on you for a moment longer than you would have liked. He was clearly suspicious of you.

“No.” You replied anyway, “Barb loves Hawkins.”

“No. No, Barb wouldn’t do that, ever.” Nancy confirmed.

“She wasn’t maybe upset about the fact that you were spending time with this boy? Uh,” He looked down at his notes, “Steve Harrington?”

You saw Karen take a deep breath at the mention of Steve.

“What? No!” Nancy protested. You knew the truth, Barb was pretty upset that Nancy was neglecting you both that night. But you kept your mouth shut.

“Maybe she was jealous because she saw you go up to Steve’s room?”

Karen turned her full attention to Nancy. Well, shit, you thought, very happy to not be Nancy Wheeler right now.

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Like what?” Callahan provoked, leaning in slightly.

“Steve and me, we’re… we’re just friends. We… we just talked.” Nancy Wheeler was exceptional at most things. Except lying. You lowered your head as your friend dug herself a deeper hole.

“Now was this before or after you changed out of your clothes?”

The room fell silent. Karen was practically staring daggers into Nancy. Your friend leant back into her chair with a sigh. She had given up.

“I don’t see how this has anything to do with Barb.” You spoke up, everyone now focused on you. Nancy thanked you with her eyes and Officer Callahan, who you were slowly growing to dislike, leant towards you.

“Where were you? When all of this happened?” He asked.

“I had already left.” You said. You knew that you would tell them as much of the truth as you could, but you would definitely leave out Jonathan. He was already dealing with enough.

“Why?” He questioned.

“Because… I just-” You looked at Nancy before tearing your eyes away and looking at the desk. “I just couldn’t be there anymore.”

“Did something happen?” Powell asked you. He had a gentler touch to speaking to people than his partner did.

You took a deep breath, mentally apologising to Nancy for what you were about to say.

“I didn’t want to go in the first place. I wasn’t in a party mood, for my own... personal reasons. And the people there, they’re not exactly people I hang around with, or, even want to be around. I was only there because Nancy wanted me to be. But, if Barb wasn’t there… I wouldn’t have shown up.” You admitted. A terrible thought crossed your mind as you spoke; if you had refused to go, like you wanted to in the first place, then maybe Barb would be okay. She only went because of you.

“So you left before the argument?”

“Yes. Last thing I saw was everyone in the pool. Barb… I left her a note, saying I was leaving.”

“And the reason why you left? The… personal reason.” Callahan glanced down at some notes he had brought with him and you gulped. “Did it have anything to do with what happened 3 years ago?”

You could have sworn your heart stopped for a minute. You didn’t breathe, your mind clouded with trauma.

“3 years ago?” Nancy asked, searching your face for some kind of answer.

“I don’t want to talk about that, but yes. And what does any of that have to do with Barb?” You raised your voice, panicking.

“Calm down, I was just wondering. But considering past events…” He looked at Powell who gave him a slight nod, “We will need to talk to you a little more about this party.”

They thought you did something. It was written on their faces. They thought that you were capable of hurting Barb. And it hurt.

“If she says she doesn’t want to talk about it, then she will not talk about it. Not today.” Karen’s voice suddenly sounded, “Do you have the information you need? These girls have been through a lot this week.”

“Uh, yes. I suppose so.” Powell nodded at Mrs Wheeler, his partner looking at him in protest. “But we will need to continue our investigation.”

They both stood, collecting their notes before Officer Powell turned to you.

“I understand that this must be difficult for you to talk about. But we will need to see you soon for further questioning.”

He waited until you gave an understanding nod before they thanked you for your time and left the room, leaving you and the Wheelers to sit in silence.

“I think that’s been enough for one day. I’ll drive you girls home.” Karen finally broke the silence, standing and walking out of the door without a second glance at either of you. Wordlessly, you both followed. You both still had a few more classes until the end of the day but you didn’t want to argue.

You didn’t have it in you anymore.

“I think it would be best if you moved her out of town for a while.” The officer was speaking to your mother in the kitchen. She was gripping onto her cup like it would jump out of her hands and make a run for it.

“I… I don’t know where-”

“Do you have family nearby? Someone she could stay with? Just until we can safely manage the riots.”

You looked to the closed window of your living room. The curtains were drawn but you didn’t need to see outside to know that there was a crowd of angry people outside. And they all blamed you.

“The only family I have is my brother.” Your mother spoke quietly, you weren’t sure if it was because she didn’t want you to overhear or because she could barely get the words out, “But he lives in Indiana.”

“Well it is your choice. You can let her stay here but I can’t promise that those people outside won’t try anything.”

You heard your mother take a deep breath. Before she could speak, the loud thud of the front door hitting the wall shook the house. Your father was home.

He walked into the living room to see you sat on the floor just outside of the kitchen. When he looked through the slightly open door, his face moulded into a stern expression. Without so much as looking your way, he stepped past the kitchen door and slammed it shut. All you could hear now was muffled voices. It was no longer clear enough to make out. But you didn’t need to hear them to know what was happening.

They were sending you away to Indiana. And you knew that they weren’t going to take you back.

“You lied to the police!”

“I didn’t lie!”

Karen and Nancy were currently shouting at eachother, the mother slamming the door shut as you all entered the building. You weren’t a part of the argument, not really. But Karen refused to let you go. Mostly because she didn’t want you to be alone after what happened. You didn’t want to lie to her about why the police wanted to question you more than anyone else. But you were terrified of her knowing. It would change the way she viewed you. And you couldn’t lose another mother.

“How naive do you think I am?” Karen marched towards Nancy who was currently trying to escape to her room. “You and Steve were just talking?”

Nancy spun around, fury in her eyes. This was going well. You stopped just a few centimetres from them, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

“We slept together! Is that what you want to know? It doesn’t matter!”

“It does matter!”

“No! It is all bullshit! It has nothing to do with Barb and she’s missing. And something terrible happened to her. I know it. I know it!” Tears were beginning to fall from Nancy’s eyes, her hand shaking. Her mother kept quiet. You couldn’t see her expression from where you were stood but her posture was telling you she was caught by surprise.

“And no one is listening to me!” Nancy screamed, quickly turning away.

“Sweetie, sweetie, I’m listening.” Karen soothed, attempting to hold her daughter.

“No! You’re not!” She pushed her away and ran up the stairs as Karen called after her. She didn’t try to follow.

“Just leave me alone!” That was the last you heard before Nancy slammed her door shut. Karen just stood motionless for a second, a deep sigh leaving her body. She looked exhausted.

“She’s just scared.” You said, looking at her with a sympathetic smile.

“I know. I just… I don’t know why she doesn’t talk to me anymore.” She responded quietly, biting her lip as she looked up the stairs longingly, as if Nancy might reappear.

“She’s a teenage girl.”

That earned you a soft chuckle and she turned her full attention to you.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“What was happening back there? Do the police know something that we don’t?” She asked. The ‘we’ in question was directed toward herself and Nancy.

“It, uh…” Your mind was blank, no lies came to save you. So you looked down and let out a shaky sigh. Before you knew it, tears started to fall. Karen immediately rushed over, throwing her arms around you. It only made you cry more.

“It’s okay, sweetie. It’s okay.”

She took you to the living room, sitting you down before running out to grab you something hot to drink to calm your nerves. You managed to steady yourself a bit, holding onto the mug she gave you like it was your only source of comfort.

“Mrs Wheeler…” You were staring at the floor, unable to meet her eyes.

“Karen, sweetheart. You can always call me Karen.” She smiled at you. Her kindness only made you want to cry more.

“Something happened. A long time ago. And… and it was bad. Really bad. It’s why my parents sent me here.” Saying even that much out loud caused your heart to jack-hammer in your chest.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to say anything.”

You looked up at her through your teary, blurred vision.

“I don’t? But I thought-”

“Y/n. Your past doesn’t define you. It doesn’t change the fact that the girl I know, the girl that is sitting right in front of me, is the sweetest girl I know. Whatever you may have done, it doesn’t matter. Because I know you, Y/n. This is the real you. And I’m proud to say that she is a part of my family.”

And suddenly, you were crying for a whole new reason.

“You can’t avoid talking to the police but I will be there if you need me. Or I’ll be just outside if you need that. I don’t think you need to be alone during this. And neither does Nancy. I just hope you both know that.” She sighed after you had slowed your tears.

“She knows it. She may not appreciate you like she should, but she loves you. She needs time.” You give her a small smile and she hugs you. And you had to admit, it felt nice to be loved.

Your moment was interrupted by Nancy’s shoes rapidly storming down the stairs. She had a determined look on her face as she strode toward the door, ignoring her mother’s protests. The door slam shut before you could even react.

“I’ll go after her.” You assured Karen, grabbing your bag and rushing to follow Nancy.

“You don’t have to-”

“I’m okay.” You smiled as she let out a satisfied sigh. She still sported a worried look but let you go regardless.

Nancy was already half way down the street when you caught up to her.

“Nance-” You were breathing heavily. You desperately needed to exercise more.

“I need to talk to Jonathan.” She threw a glance your way before picking up her stride.

“Okay, wait. Slow down!” You grabbed onto her shoulder and she slowed her movements. “Do you even know where he is?”

“Uh… no.” She stopped walking and you silently thanked the lord. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I need to talk to him?”

“Nance. It’s you. I don’t need to question your every move. This is to do with Barb, right?”

“Here.” She rummaged through her bag before pulling out two pieces of a familiar photo.

“Jonathan’s photo?” You shook your head, trying to make sense of what she was implying.

“Look closer.” She held up a specific piece. The image was dark, you could barely make out that it was the pool.

“Oh shit.” You breathed as you saw the figure that currently haunted your dreams, just lurking in the corner. “Is that…”

“The faceless man.” Nancy was quiet. She shoved the images back into her bag. “I’m going to head to his house, see if he’s there. Are you coming?”

“Ye- Wait no. I can’t.” You saw the time on her watch and remembered the plans you had made earlier. You really needed to get your watch back from El. Oh the kids! You thought. The amount of things you were forgetting was concerning.

“Why?”

“I have plans.”

“With who?” “Look it’s not important. How about you find Jonathan and see if you can get him to come to the school. I’ll be there and we can see if he has any other photos of that… thing.”

“Okay.” She nodded, in too much of a hurry to argue. She headed towards the Byers’ house and you set off toward the school.

You didn’t want to stand up the only other person at Hawkins High who actually liked you.

You headed to the back of the building, making your way through a few of the surrounding trees until you had a clear view of the benches. Turning right, you headed to your favourite ones and there was Eddie, led on the bench, staring at the sky.

“I heard clouds really put on a show sometimes.” You laughed, his head turning to you before he slowly sat up.

“And she arrives! I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.” He hides his face behind his hands and pretends to cry, making you swat his hand away and reveal his grin.

“Yeah, sorry about that, it’s been a really weird day.” Weird, awful, terrifying.

“Did old Princi try to lock you up?” He laughed but you could tell he was concerned.

“Actually the police did.” You said with such seriousness that his face dropped and you swear he stopped breathing. “I’m kidding.”

“Damn, you’re really good at that.” He laughed nervously, shaking his head. “So no cops?”

“Oh, no, there were cops. They were asking Nancy and I about Barb…” Your voice trailed off. Saying her name out loud made your stomach twist, like deep down you knew you’d never see your friend again.

“I heard about that.” He gave you a sympathetic nod, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I mean, it’s not okay but I’m okay. I think. I don’t know, can we talk about something else?” You rushed your sentences before sighing.

“Yeah, yeah. Uh…” He stood up quickly, looking around as if a new topic would appear. “So… the weather, huh? Crazy stuff.”

You burst out into laughter. Eddie’s amused and confused face only making you laugh harder until he joined in.

“What?” He was sat on the grass now, holding his stomach.

“The weather?” You could barely get the words out.

“Well, I don’t know! You put me on the spot.” He laughed, laying down and looking at the sky, “I’m not wrong, just look at it! I swear those clouds are looking at me, it’s crazy stuff!”

When you finally came to the end of your laughing fit, you clutched your stomach that hurt from the joy. It had been a while since you laughed like that.

“Okay, I have a good topic change.” You chuckled.

“I don’t know how you can beat clouds but go ahead.”

You unzipped your bag, reaching down for the small cases you had made sure to pick up earlier in the day. You grabbed them, placed your bag back on the bench and walked to sit next to Eddie, crossing your legs and holding out your gifts.

“Cassette tapes?” He observed, reaching out for them. When he took the tapes, your hands brushed against eachother. And neither of you tried to avoid it.

“Yeah, uh… I remember that you said I should recommend you some tapes and I think you’d love them. I mean, obviously you know Metallica but Iron Maiden has some pretty great stuff. Like ‘Number of The Beast’ has their popular stuff on that they play like all the time but ‘Piece of Mind’ has some of the best songs. I can’t really listen to them at my house since my uncle claims ‘it’s not music’ but it’s so good.”

When you finished your little rant and looked at him you saw him admiring you. The way you spoke about metal clearly interested him. But, being the self-sabotage type of girl, you assumed he thought you were crazy.

“But you don’t have to listen to them, it’s stupid.” You went to collect the tapes back until he trapped them in his hands and held it to his chest.

“Woah, no way! They sound awesome.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! If you’re not careful I’ll end up stealing them from you.”

“I’d like to see you try.” You laughed, leaning back on your elbows.

“I’ll listen to them as soon as I... fix my tape player.” He looked down at the tapes as if you might snatch them away.

“You don’t have anything to listen to them on?”

“No. My tape player’s been broken for a while. Slowly building up the money for a new one, though.” His gaze still on the tapes you gave him.

“Well that won’t do.” You stand suddenly, jogging to your bag before bringing it back to Eddie. You pulled out your Walkman, carefully wrapping the headphones around the base.

“Here.” You placed the Walkman on his lap and he replied with a surprised look.

“I can’t-”

“Yes. You can. Until you can afford a new player. I have an old one at home anyway so I can just use that.” You shrugged, trying to play it off like you didn’t care about the Walkman.

Truthfully, you loved it. It was in a box of your aunt’s old stuff when you moved into your uncle’s spare room. He told you to take whatever you wanted. You were rifling through a box of jumpers when you found it wrapped in an old red sweater. Since then, you’ve always had it on you.

And now you were giving it away for a few days. Maybe weeks or months. But it didn’t upset you knowing that Eddie would be the one to take care of it.

“Thanks.” He smiled, tilting his head, scanning you slightly.

“What?” You giggled anxiously.

“I’m… I’m just very glad we met Y/n no last name.”

Your face dropped and it scared him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-” “No! No! It’s not you! It’s just… it’s hard to explain.” You looked at him with a smile, shaking off one of the last things Barb had said to you. “I’m very glad we met too.”

“You know,” Eddie said after a while of silence, “these benches are great and all but I know a better place.”

“Oh, really?” You challenged.

“You’ll be kicking yourself for not finding it sooner.” He leaned in and your heart skipped a beat.

You were both holding your breath, anticipating. You ignored your nerves and leant further in, ready to make the first move.

“Y/n! There you are!”

Damn. You were so close.

You and Eddie moved away from eachother as Nancy and Jonathan rounded the corner. Both of their eyes widened as they realised what they had interrupted.

“Oh. Um, hi.” She said as Jonathan gave an awkward wave from behind her.

“Hi.” Eddie said back, an amused grin on his face.

“We’ll… wait over… here.” Nancy pointed vaguely in a direction and shoved Jonathan along with her. You amended her for trying but the moment was ruined.

“I assume you know Nancy.” You laughed back the nerves.

“Yeah, she’s dating Harrington, right?”

“Don’t let that define her character. I genuinely have no idea why those two are dating.”

“Well I wouldn’t want to keep Wheeler waiting much longer so I should go.” He stood up, holding onto your Walkman and tapes. “Thank you for these.”

“Just make sure to take care of my Walkman. She’s basically my baby.” You laughed, swinging your bag onto your shoulder.

“I shall protect her with my life.” He crossed his heart and saluted. Which resulted in him almost dropping everything and you both burst out in laughter.

“I’ll see you soon.” You said, turning away.

“Oh yeah?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Duh. I’m dying to know what bench could possibly be better than mine.” You looked back at his signature grin and walked away, smiling to yourself.

There wasn’t much time to be happy though. You saw Nancy and Jonathan talking to eachother in hushed whispers. Nancy looked worried. And everything suddenly became very real.

“And you’re…”

“Brightening. Enlarging.”

“Hmm.”

Nancy looked down in boredom. She never really latched onto photography like you and Jonathan did. She thought the whole process of developing photos was dull but you always found it quite therapeutic. Being isolated in the dark room while creating little pieces of art was something that calmed you.

“Did your mom say anything else? Like, um, where it might have gone to, or…” Nancy straightened herself, turning her head to Jonathan. You were sure that she was talking about a conversation they had earlier.

“No, just that it came out of the wall.” He responded. You immediately pushed off of the wall you were using as support.

“Something came out of a wall?” You asked, wanting to know if it was the same creature you and Nancy had seen.

“That’s what my mom claims.” He sighs as the machine dings, and he moved onto the next phase of development, “She’s just… stressed.”

You say nothing. You believed Joyce. Jonathan had told you that she was trying to convince everyone that Will was still alive, and you believed her. There was an undeniable feeling that you just couldn’t shake. You couldn’t explain it… but Joyce was right.

“How long does this take?” Nancy changed the topic after Jonathan put the image into the tray. There was something about the way she was looking at him.

“Not long.” You and Jonathan both spoke, causing you to turn to eachother and smile. You noticed Nancy shift uncomfortably but chose to ignore it.

“Have you been… doing this a while?” Her attention was fully on Jonathan. You leant against a desk, feeling like you weren’t wanted. She has never asked you about photography.

“What?” Jonathan’s attention, however, was focused onto the image. You could tell he was a little nervous. And you knew it wasn’t about the photo.

“Photography?”

“Yeah. I guess I’d rather observe people than, you know…”

“Talk to them.” Nancy smiled.

“I know. It’s weird.”

“No-”

“No, it is.” He stammered. It was becoming more and more of a private conversation and you wished you could just leave. But opening the door would let in light and ruin your chances of finding out what took Barb. You couldn’t risk it.

“It’s just, sometimes… people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. But you capture the right moment… it says more.” He admitted. You nodded to yourself, silently agreeing with his words.

“What was I saying?”

“What?”

“When you took my picture.”

You gulped. You were wondering when that topic would make an appearance.

“I shouldn’t have taken that. I should have listened to Y/n.”

Nancy glances over to you, confused. She doesn’t know about the night in the forest.

“I’m uh…” Jonathan continued, making eye contact with her, “I’m sorry. It’s just-”

“That’s it.” Nancy interrupted, staring at the photo. “That’s what I saw. Y/n?”

You looked over Jonathan’s shoulder and your breathing stopped. It was real.

“I thought I… imagined it.” You breathed, you and Jonathan exchanging glances. He saw the look on your face as you thought that, even in the red light, you could see the colour drain from his face.

“My mom…” Jonathan moved away from the photo slightly. “I thought she was crazy ‘cause she said… that’s not Will’s body. That he’s alive.”

“And if he’s alive-” Nancy looked at you.

“Barbara.” You gasped.

Maybe, just maybe, there was hope.

Chapter 5: Part 1: The Vale Of Shadows ->

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