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coupleoffanfics · 10 months

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Hey, it’s almost 1am and I’m riding the angst train I wanted to ask ur opinion on something.

How would the fam react to Y/n getting grievously I hired or dying by the hands of a villain or by Jeremiah and getting caught in the crossfire???

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I'm so glad that people like reading my stuff. It's more self-indulgent, but what fanfic isn't self-indulgent?

Anyway, I'm so excited by seeing this ask because it sounds fun to write about. Let's start with the "less" angsty one. y/n getting gravely injured (I'm assuming that's a typo) by a villain.

TW: Mention of suicidal ideation once and gore.

Getting Gravely Injured by a Villain

It'd depend on the Villain. The family is going to act accordingly in their personas. Their punches are probably hitting harder than usual.

Jason might shoot the villain in the head, but ultimately can't. He's in Gotham following the Bat's rules slightly. So he'll just shoot their knee.

y/n isn't Batgirl anymore. So that means the villain must know the publicity they'll get by attacking, kidnapping, or holding a minor celebrity would give them. The fact that it's Bruce Wayne's daughter who's painted out to be a saint by the media would spread like wildfire. They'd have to be doing it to get attention or money.

How severely y/n was harmed doesn't matter too much. Bruised, broken bones, stabbed, etc are going to make the family more protective. Trying to persuade y/n into coming back to the manor, so that they can keep her close and prevent this from happening again.

Now the Valeska twins will differ in how y/n gets hurt and their reaction.

Jerome is like a child on a sugar high when with y/n. Wouldn't deliberately harm her in any way. Kidnaps y/n and go on a joy ride around the city even though she has no choice and isn't finding any joy from this. She'll probably get a scrape on her legs or arms from falling because Jerome is running too fast while he is holding her arm. Maybe have a bruised arm or wrist because of how tightly he holds her.

He doesn't think too much about things and will get into dangerous situations. Pick a fight or mock the wrong person leading to a shootout. He's having too much fun to care about anyone until y/n is hit.

One of the family members finally caught up to Jerome and was ready to— oh, my God y/n is bleeding from her side! Oh, fuck! AHHH! Jerome knows he can leave y/n in the hands of whatever bat family member showed up. She'll be in good hands while he hunts down the one who shot her.

"I know you're one of the 'good guys', but take care of her. If I hear that you did something that upsets her I'll— actually, I'll keep that a surprise." He looks at y/n who is just bleeding on the floor and in pain with a big ol’ smile. "I'll make sure to give you the head of that fucker who got you. Until then see ya later, toots!"

After that y/n is forced to stay in the manor. They made a deal that it would just be a few weeks, but her stay is indefinite.

Bruce

Opens the door one day to find a large box. It wasn't a delivery because it has no shipping information on it. Just an envelope with y/n's name on top of it. Bruce opens the envelope first and reads the letter which has poor handwriting.

Hey, doll!

Hope you're resting up and not in too much pain. I didn't think picking on a mob boss would get so messy. They just couldn't take a joke. I'll pick a more private place for our next date cuz I know how shy you are. Hope seeing them brightens your day. Made sure to get rid of the eyes since I know how you don't like too many eyes on you. Didn't know who shot you, so I just killed everyone who was there.

Love Jerome.

Bruce doesn't need a minute to take things in. He already knows what's in the box and sends it to the authorities. Does not mention a word of this to y/n. She is already going through a lot and best to not tell her.

He does increase the security around the manor. He ends up putting a tracker on y/n because knowing where she is the only way to keep him from worrying.

This further solidifies that she needs to be in their protection to keep this mentally disturbed boy away. The whole thing is twisted but the line "a more private place" bothers him the most. He's not letting his daughter be alone with Jerome longer than she already has.

Dick

It's early in the morning and Dick wanted to check up on how y/n doing. As he walks up to the manor there's a large box sitting in front of the door. A letter sits on top of it with y/n's name on it. Rips up the envelope and begins reading the letter.

Once Dick was done reading, he looked down at the box. Noticing dried blood around the box. This makes him nauseous and immediately goes to Bruce to inform him. They sent it to authorities so they could identify the heads in the box.

He doesn’t tell y/n or the others about this. Everyone is already in a frenzy from the events prior, so it seemed best to keep this between him, Bruce, and Alfred.

"Made sure to get rid of their eyes," Dick isn't sure why that sticks with him. Maybe it's because he wonders if Jerome beheaded them or took out their eyes first. It doesn't matter though because he needs to keep his little sister safe.

Barbara

Doesn't even want to go near it, checks that there isn't a bomb in there waiting to explode. She takes one peek in the box and immediately looks away. Does not read the letter because what was in the box said what needed to be said. Informs the whole family and that sets the mood for the day.

She checks up on y/n after telling everyone. The poor girl is so overwhelmed by everything that she doesn't want to be around anyone. Spends most of the day with y/n, trying to cheer her up. Get sweets since that's y/n weakness and sugar releases dopamine. She has Alfred cook y/n's comfort food.

The day is meant to help release all of the stress. Barb wasn't sure if it was working until y/n said thank you before going to bed. Barb makes a promise to herself that she'll become better at shielding y/n from this type of depravity.

Jason

Can tell who this is from just by the envelope. y/n's name with little hearts around it. Shoves it into his pocket, he'll give it to y/n when he sees her. Opens the box to be hit with a familiar disgusting odor. Looking inside there are 3 heads. Recognizes one of them being a mod boss he has on his list for a while now.

Jason wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't this. He pulls out the envelope and tears it open to get some sort of context. Reading the letter left him unsettled and a little…satisfied? Grateful maybe? For taking care of those who harmed y/n even though it was entirely Jerome's fault that this happened in the first place.

Closes the box and informs the whole family of what he found. Everyone is put more on edge. y/n isn't allowed out of the manor for a few days. y/n is upset by the news and she’s more quiet the following days.

Jason almost wants to laugh at, "They just couldn't take a joke." Bets that these" jokes" were just thinly veiled threats and pointing a gun at them. He probably would have snickered if this didn't involve y/n.

Tim

All he wanted to do was check the mail. Now he's reading a sort of love letter written by a psycho and looking down at the heads that could not look back at him. Their empty eye sockets had- ugh, God there was so much blood.

Debates on whether he should tell y/n about this, but ends up telling her. There was no point in hiding it because she'll probably find out one way or another. Sees the guilt and horror flash across her face. Wants to comfort her as much as he can, but all she does is detract from him. Of course, when Barb opens her arms y/n jumps into them. What happened to them always being there for each?

Doesn't like, "our next date", one bit. He doesn't like the insinuation or the thought of it. He starts keeping his eyes peeled for Jerome and ears open if anyone has information on where he is or going. The sooner he's in Arkham the safer y/n is from him and going on that next date.

Damian

Not impressed. The delivery was lazy and the writing was so sloppy that he almost couldn't read it. The heads must have been cut with a butter knife with how unclean and jagged the cut is. Every unprofessional. Nonchalantly brings this up at the table during breakfast. Not even when everyone is finished, just right in the middle of it.

Never really had respect for a villain or any, but the whole "Didn't know who shot you, so I just killed everyone" was almost respectable. Damian having a speck of respect doesn't mean he likes Jerome. Still thinks he's stupid and annoying.

He'd give him a 3/10 for the delivery and would not order again.

Per-Spray Jeremiah isn't going to do anything, but Post-Spray Jeremiah is a different story. Will break one of y/n's arms or legs just so that she can't get away from him too easily. Though that's going to the extreme, he's more likely to guilt trip her. Getting into her head isn't hard and more effective.

"I thought you loved me. You were the one who always said you loved me. y/n, who has been here for you the most and always will? Not your best friend, Norah, she's leaving you behind and you know it. Not your family because they never cared about you in the first place. No one will love you like I do. You need me, y/n."

By the time the family saves y/n and brings her back to the cave for medical attention. She's consumed by guilt and almost believes she deserved any harm done to her. Will cry to Barb about this and only Barb.

Concerned by this revelation Barb will tell the whole family. Bruce is worried as it's clear that y/n's mental state is worsening. He knew that it would be after bad being kidnapped by Jeremiah, he just didn't think it would be this bad. Bruce and Tim have the same idea to get y/n another therapist if she's still not seeing one.

Jason and Damian are mad that y/n would think that she deserves any pain. Jason is kinda, sort of, not really more understanding about the whole thing than Damian. He gets how she could feel that she failed Jeremiah. If she has revealed that they had been dating and she can't or won’t give up on him, everyone is conflicted and concerned.

Dick has had the most romantic relationships and will try to convince y/n that Jeremiah is a lost cause now. Leading her to a spiral into a depressive episode. Oops!

If y/n is on the verge of death the family freaking the fuck out. Slowly recovers at the manor and convinces her that staying with them is the best thing for her. Depending on if her injury is life-threatening or not will determine how cooperative she is.

Getting Killed by a Villain

Doesn't matter who it is Jason is shooting them on the spot. Though with how emotional and choked up he's getting, he'll probably miss. Damian would react the same way if his whole body didn't stop upon seeing y/n's lifeless eyes. He doesn't want to step near her to see if it was true that he lost his sister.

Bruce, Dick, and Tim will force themselves to act professionally. They're still in their hero personas and killing was a strict no. If the whole family is there then whoever killed y/n is getting a beating of their life.

It could also depend on who's at the scene. Bruce and Dick hold on to the moral code that killing is wrong. This will prevent any further killings from happening.

Damian and Jason would probably end up killing the villain after seeing y/n's corpse. They know it's not going to bring back y/n, but what else can they do except making the villain to pay their debt?

Tim teeters between the lines. If Bruce or Dick is there then he's on their side of not killing. If it's just Damian and/or Jason then he won't stop them. He won't participate just stands back to let them do their thing.

Depending how and when she died will weigh heavily on their mind. Quick and painless before they got there? At least she didn't have to suffer too much, but still keeps them up at night.

Tortured for hours before succumbing to her injuries? They already feel guilty that they couldn't save her on time, but her last hours of living was being in pain will only intensify it. Out of the whole family, Jason would probably be the most distraught by this. He reopens old wounds and memories. y/n meeting a similar end is horrifying to him.

Get there on time, but it’s too late to save her from her injuries. Then slowly dies in their arms. If they're all there then y/n is dying in Bruce's arms.

"Please tell Jeremiah, I'm sorry and- and that I love him. Tell Norah that I hope s-she achieves her dreams of becoming a doctor. Are- are you still there? I can't see or feel you." She can slightly hear Bruce's deep voice while what seems to be the others are screaming. It's getting harder to hear and her body is starting to feel heavier.

This is the end and everyone knows it. Jason, Tim, and Dick don't want to accept it and are trying to patch her wound(s). Trying to get help there as soon as possible. Bruce and Damian are quiet trying to listen to her soft voice get quieter.

y/n starts slightly laughing, it's a nervous tick. "I always fantasize about having enough courage to end it all. Bu-but I- fuck. I'm such a fuck up." She starts crying and any words of comfort are either not heard or ignored. Starts coughing blood, but that doesn't deter Bruce in the slightest. Damian squeezes her hand though he doubts she can feel it.

"I don't even feel the pain anymore…At least I…At least I'm not dying alone." It isn't long before she stops breathing.

Alternatively, I thought of y/n saying, "I wished I was surrounded by loved ones." But she wouldn't stay that no matter how angry she is at the family. Might think it though.

In both cases of the Valeska twins, y/n would be caught in the crossfire. Jerome isn't going to kill y/n because she's his one and only. Jeremiah isn't going to kill y/n because why would he kill his wife? He's already planned out most of their whole lives and she already signed the mentally fabricated marriage certificate.

Jerome gets into a frenzy seeing y/n drop dead. No one is spared from his wrath. He can't bring himself to look at her body and will just leave. Inactive for a short time before getting back into the swing of things.

She is buried next to Jason. The family will catch Jerome hanging around her grave "talking to her" or something. Who knows what the hell he's doing. They'll have to chase him off or turn on the sprinklers if they want him to leave.

He didn't kill her himself, but he's still responsible for the events leading up to it. Meaning the family isn't going to pull back any punches.

Post-Spray Jeremiah has a similar reaction to y/n's death. Honestly, y/n could have died by just jumping in front of him to take a bullet. Doesn't matter how much y/n should hate him, she can't bring herself to. Ultimately it doesn't matter how she died, Jeremiah will blame Batman or the others for their inability to save y/n. Deflecting any responsibility.

This reinforces that he has to destroy Gotham and make it into his perfect image. y/n always talked about wanting to make the world a better place and that's exactly what he's doing.

If she dies in his arms he'll make a quick escape with her body. Having Echo hold back everyone to buy him time. Buries y/n in an undisclosed location and the tombstone will stay y/n Valeska instead of l/n or Wayne.

If he knew of the family's identity, he'd make subtle jabs at them. Mocking them for their mishandling of y/n. When or if he takes over Gotham he'll make sure that they all have front-row seats of the destruction before killing them off.

If he's feeling ruthless he might just have one of his followers get plastic surgery to look like y/n. Even change the pitch of their voice to get close enough to y/n's. Then send the follower after them and make various claims about how they lied about caring about her. How they let her die on purpose. That she'll never forgive them.

Traumatizing the whole family. Will make his follower's death gruesome just fuck with them and have them relive that day.

Bruce regrets not having kept y/n closer. He has a lot of 'should haves’ and 'if only’ in his head. He knows that's not going to do anything, but it'll take a while to accept her death. Always visits her grave every week.

Dick wishes that he'd been a better brother to y/n. He'll often wonder if she's looking down at them from above. Any mention of her will upset him for a while. Tim feels the same as Dick but often finds himself reminiscing about those happy moments. When they're smiling and laughing, once the memory is over he's left feeling melancholy.

Barbara is heartbroken by this. y/n always talked about how she wanted a normal domestic lifestyle. How much she loves Jeremiah and believes that he's the one. Now she's in the dirt and never experienced that simple quiet life she wanted. Carries a photo of y/n and her smiling on her all the time. Believes that y/n is in a better place where she can live out her dreams. One day Barb will see her again and give her a bone-crushing hug.

Jason and Damian think of throwing her body into Lazarus Pit if they have access to her body. Jason seriously thinks of it for only a minute before throwing it out. The pit messed him up and he can't handle bringing y/n back only for her mental turmoil to worsen. Damian doesn't think about that. He wants to apologize for all he's said and done. He wants his sister back, but the family is quick to turn down the idea. Explaining how it could only lead to more pain.

Damian would most likely listen to the family since they're technically right. Although there is a small chance that he wouldn't listen and do it anyway. Right out of the pit, y/n's thinking of her only love. Tries to run back to Jeremiah, but Damian is not having any of that.

When he returns to the manor with y/n tied up the whole family will have a verbal MMA fight. After that, they lock y/n in a nicely furnished room with hidden security cameras. y/n is like a zombie. Only has one thing, rather one person on her mind. She's a shell of who she once was.

At least they have a second chance, right?

y/n can not go ten minutes without talking or asking about Jeremiah. Will speak with herself if there isn't anyone else with her.

I think this turned out horrible, but hope you enjoyed this. Feel free to ask anything else as my inbox in always open. Also sorry for misspells or grammar mistakes, kinda rushed this.

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doctorcanon · 4 months

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I cant sleep so modern!linked universe hc time.

- Rusl buys Twilight a dna/ancestry thing for his 20th birthday.

- having been adopted into the Ordon family since the age of 15, the gift doesn't go over well at first.

-However after some deep conversations, Rusl explains that he promised Twilight birth parents that he'd do this if anything happened to them.

- Still Twilight procrastinates and after some cajoling from midna, finally does it a year later for his 21st birthday.

- at his party, a small family dinner at the Ordon home with Zelda, Illia and Midna in attendance, he lays the envelope on the table and says "before I open this, I want you all to know that what ever I find in here that you are all my family and I love you all."

- the first thing in the envelope is his genetic information, some basic stuff he already knows, some stuff he doesn't and somethings Zelda remarks he should see a doctor about. Apparently he's actually 65% Karariko as Renado predicted.

- the second thing is copies of his mother and father's Service Papers. Both served in the military; one as a murse and other as an officer. Both died of burns and smoke inhalation after rescuing several of their fellow tenants when the apartment above theirs caught fire.

- the third thing is a list of public records. His father was originally from Hateno and an only child save for a half brother who died a few years later. His mother, from kakariko, had two much younger siblings. Sheik and Link.

- while there are some records of a custody battle Shiek and Link were separated in the system after the death of their mother. There is an obituary written by Twilights mother with a picture of her and her three children. There's no further information about Link or Sheik.

- Until one last little page slips out, A wedding announcement from 10 years ago. Announcing the joyful union of Malon Lon and Link Kokiri. He's seen this before.

- in fact, Twilight sees this exact newspaper clipping framed in his old boss's office. He visits at least twice a month. He even jokes with him the it was the only proof the guy could actually smile.

- The Lon Lon Family owns their aptly named Lon Lon ranch but he reports to Malon's husband directly when it came to the horses. Especially Epona. He just saw the man last week, for crying out loud!

- He has an uncle. And he's already known the man for 5 years now. They thought it was just a funny coincidence that they had the same name.

- Illia says its fate. Zelda assures him that this can't be an accident. Midna presses his cell phone into his hands. Rusl tells him that its his decision and that they'll respect whatever that may be.

- He calls first, of course. He only works at the ranch on weekends these days anyway. It would be weird to just show up to his shift and just go "hey, do you know im your nephew?"

- he asks if Mr Kokiri would like to talk some time under the guise of needing some advice. Under all the grump and sarcasm, Kokiri really is a saint and easily says yes, asking if Twilight is okay since he sounds stressed.

- the next day, Twilight stumbles into his boss's office with all the papers in his hands.

- "if you need advice about school, you've come to the wrong place, kid."

"No...uh sir this ain't about school. Yet. But uh...do you recognize this picture?"

- he sets down the obituary with its photo of his mother, grandmother, Sheik and Link somewhere in Karariko. Kokiri studies it but otherwise seems clueless. "No, sorry, I dont."

- "Well according to these papers," Twilight sets them on the desk and spreads them out so he can see. "This is my mom. And this is you. Her brother. I think...I think you're my uncle."

#i dont have time to write this idea.#but its cute.#wild would be twilight's half cousin #Wind's grandmother would be Wild's great aunt making Wind their cousin too.#Wind's grandma would have two estranged nephews Legend's Uncle and Elzo.#idk how Sky and zhyrule would fit intl this but theyll be there too.#linked universe #lu time #time lu #twilight lu #lu twilight #links meet au

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 9 months

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Losing Almost Everything Pt 2 (Bucky Barnes X Barton!Fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader, Clint Barton x Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Spoilers to end game (though with major changes), pregnancy, children, mourning, mention of child birth

Request: A part 2 to almost losing everything. Reader finds out she is pregnant a month later, Learns her dad disappeared, has a daughter named brooklyn natasha, bucky meets her after the final battle with clint and laura siblings. She is also Tonys niece and takes her in while she is alone. Her daughter and morgan are best friends. A happy ending.

Part 1

The past 5 years of your life have been the opposite of easy. In the first month post snap, you had gone through every single emotion a person could feel. Grief- you’d lost your stepmom, 3 younger siblings, and the love of your life, Bucky. They you felt anger- anger that it had to be them to be gone, then you felt betrayal. Your father, Clint, had promised he’d be there for you, that you’d be there for each other through this, that he was going to do something urgent, and then you never heard from him again. Not even Natasha could find him. Then, near the end of the month, you felt nothing but dread. You’d been feeling awful since the snap- chalked up to grieving and barely looking after yourself, but after you started to heal to the best of your ability, able to go at least a few days without crying, you still felt off. Something was wrong and you knew it, and after much hesitation, you dragged yourself to the doctors to have it looked into. A few hours later, you walked out of the clinic with prescriptions of vitamins, a piece of paper of your blood results, and a sonogram. You were pregnant.

The pregnancy itself brought a ton of emotions. You went through the entire grieving process over James all over again. Devastated that he’d never get to see your child grow up, to hold them close, to read them bedtime stories, to teach them to ride a bike, to threaten to deal with bullies and you have to tell him no, all of course as an act to cheer your baby up. You were terrified as well. Other than Natasha and the other Avengers (who for the most part since the snap had gone and done their own things, barely keeping regular contact with eachother, never mind you), you were doing this completely alone. You didn’t have a support system, no one to go to for help in the case of issues during your pregnancy or after. What if something happened to you during the birth and left your baby all alone? Just like how you’d been? So, after a few days to gather your thoughts and formulate at least some sort of plan, you started to act.

The first thing you did was tell Natasha. Nat, being the absolute saint she was and had been since the beginning, was supportive, understanding your worries, but assured you that she was right there, more than happy to be auntie and Godmother (putting some ease on your fears of your child’s future) and also managing to actually get you a little excited, and at least happy to be pregnant. This baby was the result of yours and Bucky’s love, truly a part of him that you could actually love and hold and dote on, and that alone made you happy.

The second thing you did was reach out to Tony. It was surprising to Natasha when you asked for his phone number since he’d basically gone little contact with everyone, buying a lakefront home for himself, and his new wife Pepper, who had also announced was pregnant just two weeks prior to you. However, she gave you his phone number, and you dropped a text to Tony explaining you were in a little predicament and wanted to speak to him and Pepper. Surprisingly, he responded quickly, setting up a meeting at their home the next day, and you went.

When you arrived, Pepper was out front, ready to greet you with open arms. It was a little awkward- you’d barely interacted with Tony, nevermind Pepper, but she was lovely enough and quickly any awkwardness faded as she invited you in. Tony saw you as you came in, asking if you wanted a drink, before you sat down with them both in their dining room. “So, what is it you needed to talk to us about?” Tony asked.

“Is it your brother?” Pepper fussed, but you shook your head.

“No, um… I’m pregnant.” You explained to them. Immediately you saw the shock in their faces.

“Bucky’s?” Tony asked. You remember then that him and your fiance at one point weren’t exactly on good terms… in fact he tried to kill him, and you bit your lip nervously and nodded. His shoulders deflated. “I’m… I’m sorry Y/N. I can’t imagine having to go through all this alone without him or your family.” He told you, which was a surprise, but a welcome one.

“That’s why I contacted you. I don’t really have a support system other than Natasha, but… since me and Pepper are both due around the same time… I was hoping we could arrange it so our kids could grow up together? Play dates, sleepovers, I have them some nights, you have them on others, give advice to each other, tips, help each other… what I’m trying to ask is, will you please be apart of my support system? I don’t know who else to turn to for this.” You asked. Pepper smiled, reaching out and holding your hand.

“I’d love that. It would be nice to have someone to go through this with, share ideas and plans, and an immediate friend for our kids.” She agreed. Tony grinned as well and nodded.

“Does that make me an unofficial uncle?” He joked, making you smile.

The following months progressively became easier. Any dread or fear slowly faded into excitement and anticipation to finally meet your baby and get to hold them. You and Pepper decided to find out what you were having and had each other open the results, and when you both found out you were having girls, you celebrated with a small dinner with you, Pepper, Tony and Natasha (She had invited Steve and Bruce, but Bruce was busy with a lecture across the country and Steve didn’t want to make things tense with Tony and ruin it for you, though he came around later with a letter, flowers, and a teddy bear and a baby onesie), and the conversation during dinner quickly turned into finally choosing a name.

“Have you decided?” You asked the couple.

“Morgan.” Tony answered, pointing to his side to his wife with his thumb. “After her uncle.” She explained, Pepper nodded.

“That’s a lovely name.” Natasha complimented. “What about you, any name ideas?” She asked. You hummed, clearly not sure.

“Are you thinking of naming her in same way after James and your siblings?” She questioned softly. You felt a pang in your chest, but didn’t cry, and nodded, smiling softly.

“I’m thinking about Bucky, but… not in a traditional sense.” You explained. Tony leant on the table to listen, Pepper tilted her head, and Natasha who was beside you, turned further to look at you curiously. “I’m thinking Brooklyn.”

“After where he was born and where he and Steve grew up?” Natasha smiled, and you nodded. “I think that’s lovely.”

“Two girls, named Morgan and Brooklyn, best friends since birth… they’re gonna kick some ass and break hearts when they grow up.” Tony commented with a kind smile, Pepper smacking her husband’s shoulder lightly for his language, but Natasha laughed.

With her name decided, it really solidified the fact that you were actually having a baby, a living breathing being, in just a few months, and you couldn’t wait, and the time passed quickly, before the one year anniversary, you had your little girl. Pepper had Morgan just two weeks later.

Having your baby in your arms made the one year anniversary of the snap a little easier, even if you did cry a lot. She was starting to open her eyes, looking up at you. She had Bucky’s dark brown hair that you loved to stroke and play with. As you sat in your apartment that you used to share with James, holding your daughter to your chest as she slept after her feeding, there was one thing that made this day at least a little brighter. At least you had her.

Brooklyn grew up so quickly, you could barely keep track. But you tried, and you refused to let any achievement, milestone or silly little story be forgotten or a distant memory. You took at least one photo of her every day on a polaroid, noting on the back the date and why you took the photo, alongside keeping a journal purely based on her. You noted when she smiled the first time when she was 7 weeks old when Steve came around to drop off some groceries for you and another cuddly toy for Brooklyn, and she smiled at the sight of him with her new toy. You took a photo the next time she smiled. You jotted it down when she started to babble, and put down guesses of what you think her first word would be, and then went back and circled the correct one. Dada. She said it as you were showing her some of the photos you had of Bucky before the war, looking smart and handsome in his uniform when she was 13 months old. You also noted that you cried when she said it, and immediately called Steve to tell him. You kept track of every playdate she had with Morgan, when she took her first steps, when she started to make full sentences, when it became known that she was a hugger, hugging Morgan, Pepper, Tony, Nat, Steve, even Bruce and complete strangers at every given opportunity, and then when it became known that she was protective, often putting herself between Morgan and her dad when they were playing games where Tony pretended to be a dragon or a monster chasing them, and when she would come and hug you when you had your lapse in grief and cried, wiping away your tears and telling you it’s okay.

It didn’t seem long until she was doing the straps on her own shoes by herself, having you teach her how to apply a band-aid so she could do it herself or give one to Morgan when the girls would climb trees or take a tumble while playing at the lodge. She loved to play fighting with her auntie Natasha and Uncle Steve, both often holding onto her with one arm, her being upside down and giggling her little head off. Morgan and her were best friends, but she was also incredibly close with Steve, who stepped up to be as close to a father as he could be, while also making sure there was still room for Bucky’s presence in the form of photo’s videos, and stories. So many stories. Whenever Steve put Brooklyn to bed, she asked him to tell her about her daddy, and he always complied. You wish he was here, able to see her, able to be here to see her grow and see all her achievements and milestones. You wished for it every day.

So when you came to do a playdate with Pepper at their lodge, and Tony told you that last night he had possibly found a way to reverse the snap and bring everyone back and he was going to go and work on it with the others, the only thing you could do was hug him tightly. You didn’t have to say anything, the hug said everything. He promised he’d do everything he can to get everyone back.

You and Pepper talked about everything going on while you both watched the girls play outside. Morgan was pretending to be her dad, and Brooklyn was pretending to be her Uncle Steve, both of them fighting against invisible enemies, and at one point scaling a ‘tower’ that was actually one of the trees. “What are you going to do if this works? Would you like me to keep Brooklyn for a while so you can properly see him and tell him about her?” She offered.

“I’m not sure… presumably when he comes back, he’ll immediately go straight back to our apartment, especially if he’s with Steve since he’ll want to see me, and if he walks right in he’ going to see all of Brooklyn’s things, her pictures, her toys and her blanket fortress in the livingroom… he’ll probably think I’ve moved out… I don’t know if it’s best I go and wait there alone or have her there with me, he’s already missed so much of her life, having him miss even a second more feels cruel.”

“On the other hand, coming back after 5 years, rushing back to you and finding out that you had been pregnant and went through it all without him and have been raising your daughter alone without him, and now having a 4 year old daughter is gonna be extremely overwhelming to him, he might need a minute to process it all, and more importantly, he’ll just want to spend at least some time alone with you.” She pointed out. You guessed she was right, and agreed that if things went to plan, you would go home alone, and she would stay with the girls. However, that quickly went out the window when FRIDAY activated in the living room. “Mrs Stark, the Avengers have been able to gather the Infinity Stones and snap, bringing back the population it seems, but there was some sort of attack and explosion at the base. Mr Stark’s vitals are still there and I’m able to see that Thanos and his army have somehow come back and are attacking.” The AI explained. You and Pepper looked at each other alarmed, your heart immediately thumping against your chest. You looked back out at the window, seeing the girls still playing, totally unaware of the danger, and you saw Morgan wearing her mom’s iron suit helmet.

“Pepper, I’ll watch the girls. Get your suit and make sure your husband’s okay.” You told her, turning back to her. She looked at the girls as well, before coming to your side.

“Are you sure?” She asked. You nodded.

“There’s nothing else I can do. Just come back, okay?” You told her. She nodded, giving you a tight hug, calling the AI to call her suit, rushing out, grabbing her helmet from her daughter, promising to be back soon before she took off. You came outside, both girls rushing over to you. “It’s okay, she’ll be back soon, I promise.” You told them, putting a brave face on. “Tell you what, how about we make you girls your own helmet and shield?” You asked them, remembering the bag of cardboard waiting to be thrown out that you could do something for the girls with some tape, paint and scissors.

“Yeah!” Morgan immediately ran inside, and you took Brooklyn’s hand and walked her in as well.

“Mommy?” She asked, and you hummed, looking down at her. “Can I be daddy? Can I have a super cool arm and a shooty thing?” She asked. You smiled and nodded, pushing her inside.

The girls had a great time. You found a small cube box that you cut a hole in that Morgan could fit her head in and you cut holes into it for the mouth and eyes, then she started painting it. You found a big water gun that Tony bought last summer to chase the girls with before they turned it on him, making that Brooklyn’s gun, changing her into a tank top so you could paint her arm silver and then draw on the lines, though you decided to change the star Bucky had to a heart, which she loved. With their new accessories, the girl ran back outside. You made yourself a hot drink and came and sat on the porch on the swinging chair just watching the girls, keeping your phone in your hand tightly, waiting for it to buzz with any sort of update. You also kept an eye on the landscape for any sign of danger. Eventually the girls declared victory on their invisible enemies, before running back to you. “Good job! You saved all of us!” You told them, making them grin. “How about a victory sandwich with whatever filling you want?” You asked.

“Can we have some sweets too?” Morgan asked.

“Of course you can! Sandwich first and then sweets and whatever movie you two want, how does that sound?” You asked the pair, and the nodded, rushing inside, and you followed after them, the girls helping themselves to juice boxes as you made them for lunch, grabbing a handful of their favourite candy and putting it in separate bowls, before bringing it to them where they were sat on the couch waiting for their movie. They thanked you for their snack, you put on their choice in movie, before you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. “Okay, I’ll be right back, call if you need anything.” You told them before heading to a neighbouring room, and answering the call. “Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s me.” Pepper answered. You could hear her shaking voice and your heart caught in your throat.

“What happened?” You asked her, keeping your voice alone.

“Tony used the Infinity Stones to… snap away Thanos and his army.” She told you. You covered your mouth in shock. You recalled Thor and Steve telling you how the snap nearly destroyed Thanos, so the idea of Tony doing it didn’t seem… optimistic. Are you going to have to tell Morgan her dad’s gone? Was the cost of Brook getting her dad back, Morgan losing hers? That would without a doubt cause tension and a rift between them… this wasn’t fair. “Dr Strange has rushed him to Wakanda where the technology is the best to try and help him to the best of their ability… hes’ stable somehow…” She said, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

“That’s good at least. Go be with him, okay? I’ll watch Morgan.” You assured her.

“What about Bucky? He’s here… so is your dad and… he’s found out that Clint left after the snap and left you alone and he’s furious with him.” She warned. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Are we on the phone or in your helmet?” You asked. She knew what you were asking, and told you to wait. You heard her call Bucky, silence, and then you heard the phone being fumbled with.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Bucky’s desperate voice reached out, and you were not as prepared to hear him, and immediately sobbed, having to try and quieten yourself to not disturb or alert the girls. “Hey- I’m okay, it’s okay- are you okay? Where are you?” He asked.

“Bucky I missed you so much.” You told him, it was the first thing that came out of your mouth. “I thought about you and wished you were here with me every single day.”

“I miss you too, now tell me where you are so I can come and kiss the woman I love. Also, screw the wedding, let’s just elope, I don’t want to wait a second longer to be your husband.” He told you. That made you smile a little.

“That’s fine with me. I’m at Tony and Pepper’s lodge.” You told him. “Also, please don’t kill my dad- he’s been mourning my step-mom and my siblings.” You requested.

“As you wish. I’ll be there soon, okay? Some of the others are coming as well.” He told you before he hung up the phone. You took a deep breath, took a moment to compose yourself, wiping away any tears, before coming back around the corner and approaching the girls. Brooklyn turned and looked at you, and frowned.

“Mommy what’s wrong?” She asked, completely blanking the movie and going to get up. Morgan also noticed, and was following along. You walked over, telling the girls to sit down, before you sat on the floor.

“I need to tell you girls some big news, some of it’s really good, some of it’s not good, but there’s no really bad news.” You told them, and they nodded. “Do you remember how we explained how before you girls were born, there was an event call the snap where half of everyone- including daddy and some of our friends?” You asked them, and they nodded. “Well, we found a way to bring everyone back, so everyone is now alive again.”

“Including daddy?” Brooklyn asked and you smiled and nodded.

“But.” You quickly added. “When they did that, the bad guy who did the snap in the first place, came back and tried to undo bringing everyone back. Morgan’s daddy, Uncle Steve, Auntie Nat and everyone else were fighting him. Morgan’s mommy went to go help, and I think everyone else went to go help as well.” You explained.

“What happened? Did they win?” Morgan asked. You turned your attention right to her.

“Sweetie, your daddy got rid of the bad guy and his entire army by himself, but in the process he got really, really hurt. He’s been taken to the very, very best hospital to be looked after, and your mommy’s gone to make sure he’s okay as well. But he’s okay, and when he’s feeling a little better, you can go see him, I promise, okay? In the meantime, I’m going to look after you until your mommy gets back, okay?” You explained. Morgan, looking a little solemn, nodded. “Some people are coming to the house soon, and they might look a little hurt, so I wanted to warn you both… that includes Brooklyn’s daddy.” You explained to them.

“Do they need band aids?” She asked, and you smiled and nodded. “Okay, we can help them, right? They need a victory sandwich as well!” She said.

“Yeah! And juice boxes and they deserve all the sweets! Oh! We can make one of those nice baskets with all the good stuff to send to your daddy, Morgan!” Brooklyn suggested, making Morgan perk up and nodded.

You helped the girls made a ton of sandwiches, pouring all the candy in the house into separate bowls, and they even helped you make a batch of cupcakes, and by the time you heard two cars pulling up, the girls were putting icing on. You got up, looking at the door, seeing the big black cars through the window. “Okay, finish up your cupcakes, then do you want to come and show them to the team?” You told them, and they nodded, turning back to the treats, before you headed to the door, opening it and stepping outside, before rushing off the porch.

The first person to come out the cars was Bucky, who came barreling over to you. You opened your arms to him as he collided with you, picking you up and spinning you around before holding onto you tightly. “I’m here, I’m okay Doll.” He whispered in your ear. You just clung to him tightly. You looked back at the cars, seeing Steve and Sam, Natasha and… your dad. He was looking very different from the last time you saw him, as well as very timid and nervous to approach. Natasha wasn’t having it, and shoved him forward, making him stumble. Bucky put you down, and let you walk over to your dad, and stand in front of him.

“I’m sorry… I should have called. I should have come and seen you… you didn’t deserve to be alone after all that.” He apologised.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You agreed, and he winced, but then you pulled him into a hug. “Don’t do it again. You’ve missed out of some pretty major things.” You told him, before pulling away. He breathed a sigh of relief, before looking confused at your comment.

“What do you mean I missed out on major things?” He asked as Bucky came, putting an arm around you and kissing your head. Before you could answer, you were interrupted.

“Surprise!” Morgan called, holding the door open as Brooklyn walked out with the giant plate of cupcakes. Natasha and Steve grinned and walked over, Natasha kneeling down and taking the plate so they wouldn’t drop them.

“You made these for us?” She asked.

“And sandwiches! We also have juice boxes and sweets! Victory snacks!” Morgan explained. You glanced at everyone else, seeing them all shocked at the sight of the two girls. Brooklyn grinned, before looking at you, and then saw the man beside you, and her eyes widened, before she left the porch, rushing over and stopping in front of Bucky, looking up at him in awe, her eyes meeting his. You looked at your fiance’s face, and you saw the cogs turning in his head, as he carefully removed himself from you, and knelt down to her height and tried to smile warmly.

“Hey, we’ve not met before.” He started with. You glanced at your dad, who was also staring, but he seemed to get it and look back at you shocked, before holding back from crying. You smiled sadly before turning back to the situation. Bucky had noticed her gray painted arm, and the heart on her shoulder. She showed it to him, before she took his metal arm, and compared the two.

“Morgan likes to pretend to be her daddy, and I pretend to be you and sometimes Uncle Steve, but mostly you- and we fight bad guys!” She explained.

“You pretend to be me?” He asked and she nodded. “I think Steve’s cooler.” He committed to her, but she frowned and shook your head.

“You’re cooler. Uncle Steve told me so when he was telling me about you, like how you kicked people’s ass to save him all the time, even now that he’s big! And mommy loves you, and you’re my daddy so that makes you the coolest guy ever, and if anyone says you’re not, I’m going to kick their ass-” She insisted sternly.

“Brooklyn, butt, not ass, please.” You asked, the request coming naturally even now, and she tried to hide her grin by biting her lip. You looked at Bucky, seeing he was reeling at her words.

“I’m-” He turned to look at you. “I’m a dad? You were pregnant?” He asked. You nodded, smiling sadly. He tried to hold himself together, turning back to your girl, who was still holding his hand. “I’m sorry I took so long to come and meet you, I promise if I could have been there from the beginning, I would have been, sweetheart.” He told her.

“I know daddy, mommy told me what happened… can I give you a hug?” She asked. He nodded, and she hugged his neck tightly, and he stood up, holding her close to him, turning to you. “You went through all this alone?”

“Nat helped. Pepper was having Morgan around the same time, so we stuck together through it all, Brooklyn and Morgan are best friends.” You explained to him.

“I’ve missed so much.” He mourned, still holding her tightly.

“I knew you’d come back eventually. So I kept a journal and took photos of everything she’s done, and videos too… when we get home, we can watch them all, okay?” You told him, making him nod.

“I know I said we should elope now… but can we have a proper wedding? So she can be our flower girl?” He asked you, but before you could answer, Brook pulled away to look at him.

“No, Morgan should be the flower girl- I want to be the ring girl! Can we walk together?” She asked him, making him grin through his happy tears.

“Of course you can sweetheart. Of course you can.” He told her.

“Hurry up and come and get your fucking cupcakes!” Morgan yelled, your head snapping to her, and you saw Steve choke on his cupcake.

“Morgan, what did your dad say about copying him? I’ll tell your mother!” You told her, but she just giggled, rushing inside, being chased playfully by Natasha.

“Can I say fuck?” Brooklyn asked.

“No you can not.” You corrected her. “How about you go help your grandpa with his sandwich, he’s a little old and needs help with it.” You suggested, pointing to your dad, who went from grinning to insulted at the comment, but Bucky had put her down, and she grabbed Clint’s hand and was already pulling him inside.

“We’ll give you love birds a minute.” Sam commented with a wink, everyone heading inside. You turned to Bucky, him automatically pulling you into his arms, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to slowly dance together, just happy to feel him so close to you.

Everything was okay now.

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ynbabe · 1 year

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The dinosaur- Dick Grayson x Male! Reader- pt.1

Word count: 1,343

Genre: series

Warnings: lime, cursing

Pg rating: All

Male implied

It had been a late night for you, your boss had made you stay back to help with the upcoming project, and since the holidays were around you had hoped that staying behind so late to help would fast-track your leave request.

You ran into your shared apartment and took a quick look at the clock,

3:00 AM

Man fuck Bludhaven and fuck your boss, you knew Dick would have been worried about you, that's what you liked about him, you weren't family but you knew everything about each other, you had moved in about a year ago and had become inseparable since. But your weird hours and Dick's day job as a cop and his night outs as Nightwing, you never got to define your relationship.

Yeah, Bludhavens very own superhero was your ‘boyfriend’.

You turned on the tv so the house wouldn't feel empty, after all, you weren't trying to get robbed, even though your apartment was in a relatively safe neighborhood, you could never be sure... ‘Goddamit Grayson, your paranoia's rubbing off on me’, you thought cursing the vigilante.

You made sure to shut the door behind you and turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash out the stress of the day, and letting you mind flow, finally being able to relax or so you thought.

The second you shut your eyes, you could hear the window shatter and multiple voices speaking up, fighting amongst themselves.

"Oh, this is so not happening right now." You muttered, wrapping a towel around your waist, trying to find something to defend yourself with, honestly the one time you forget your phone on the kitchen counter.

After frantically rummaging through the whole bathroom you could only find razors, Dick's emergency medical kit, and other toiletries, nothing that could help you.

So instead you decided to stay quiet and listen to their conversation, maybe they wouldn't notice you and you would be able to tell the cops as much as you could.

Quietly walking to the door you pressed your head against the moisture-laden door, trying your hardest to ignore the loud rush of blood through your ears and the heavy beating of your heart and focus on the intruders.

"-well we wouldn't fucking be here if you hadn't-" the deepest voice spoke up in a tone of annoyance, you assumed he was the oldest and by default the leader.

"Todd, I am not in the mood for your denial or your blaming and anyways we all know it's Timothy's fault." A far younger voice stated, why was a child breaking into your house? Was he being forced by the older one you had just heard? Did he know what he was doing? And Todd? Timothy? Why did those names feel so familiar?

Another voice scoffed in disbelief, "OH LIKE YOUR A SAINT DAMIAN-" he yelled in anger,

"tch"

"Don't 'tch' me, brat" he seemed angrier, you would be too, the way they fought they almost sounded like brothers.

Wait- brothers? BROTHERS! Dick had told you he had brothers, Jason Todd (you thought he was dead but it was just bat business), Tim Drake (the fucking billionaire, but I guess he did tell you they were all adopted by Bruce Wayne, which made it kind of awkward when you called him 'Daddy Wayne', IN YOUR DEFENCE- you didn't know yet) and Damian.

These were his brothers, you hoped, crossing your fingers, and not just a really unfortunate coincidence.

Finally gathering the courage to walk out of your hiding space, you took a deep breath and opened the door, making the arguing stop.

"Look at least Dick is out of the washroom now and he can help us- uhhhh your not-" Tim, you assumed, spoke up, looking at you shocked and making the others turn their heads to look at you.

Suddenly feeling even more vulnerable under their stare, you couldn’t help but be terrified of these superhero-shaped intruders in your house.

"Well, at least he's moved on from redheads." Jason, snickered.

But before you could say anything, the tiny one pulled a knife from his hoodie and shoved it near your face, you hadn’t even see him move, making your brain blue screen in fear.

"Kids aren't supposed to play with knives-" You spoke before you could think, the inherent ‘Gotham sarcasm’ surfacing, but before you could finish the boy pushed the knife closer to your chin making you back up to the kitchen counter.

Jason was silently laughing and Tim look exhausted at the antics of the two, honestly, you wanted Dick to come home right now. Screw Bludhaven and its criminals.

"Damian put the knife down," the long haired teen instructed, receiving a dirty look instead of compliance, he turned to you instead, "Dick didn't tell us about a roommate. You are his roommate, right?" he asked trying to de-escalate the situation and since you didn't feel like being tortured by a ten-year-old, you skipped the sarcasm this time.

"Y-Yeah, look I'll call him right now." you reached behind yourself struggling to reach your phone on the counter with the knife still on your neck.

"I swear to god, Grayson, if you don't pick up, I'm going to kill you," you mumbled to myself as the phone rang, switching it to speaker mode.

One ring, two rings, three- Jason raised his brow, oh come on Dick, I am not dying like this, four rings, five-

"Hey, Y/N/N, kinda busy right now", you could hear the wind rushing behind him and guessed he was probably on his way home, this wasn't the first time you both had spoken when he was 'working'.

"Your brothers pointing a knife at me," you squeaked out, making the man on the other side falter and curse.

"God dammit, DAMIAN PLEASE PUT THE KNIFE DOWN." He yelled through the phone, making the tiny demon put back his weapon.

"Oh, so you'll listen to him," Tim grumbled.

"How many of them are there?" Dick asked through the phone but before you could answer, he jumped in from the broken window, winded, red-faced, pointing his phone at his brothers and hanging up.

"Nevermind- What the hell guys?" He complained as he passed you a shirt from the couch, you had almost forgotten that you were only wearing a towel due to the fear and confusion.

Jason finally spoke, "Well, Replacement here, had the marvelous idea of- well never mind, what matters is we need to hide from Bruce for a few days." Dick didn't look surprised but you were, you were very surprised and very much in need of sleep.

"Hey Y/N, I'm so sorry about this." He looked at you apologetically,

"Yeah man, no worries, I'm just gonna go sleep." yes worries, absolutely yes worries.

"Night"

"Night" you responded shutting the door to your room, finding your pants, and passing on the bed.

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"Seriously, did you have to threaten Y/n?" Dick whisper-yelled at his siblings outside the room.

"Ooooh, don't you mean Y/N/N," Jason mocked Dick, making kissy faces towards Y/N's room.

"Oh grow up, Jason-" He tried to stop his brother but Tim joined in, "Et Tu, Tim?" He spoke dramatically to his sibling.

"Hey, why's Bruce so mad anyway, I mean there's not much that you can do to make him this mad," he asked his brothers as he set up mattresses and blankets in the living room, he had made Jason clean up the glass and Damian volunteered to board the window temporarily.

"Well, you see Harley set of-" Tim started explaining as he helped Dick with the mattresses, "and then Ivy," he continued, "Basically, the dino's gone," he said nonchalantly.

Dick almost accepted it normally, letting it settle before he shouted in surprise, "THE DINOSAURS GONE?"

"THE FUCKING WHAT?!" came from Y/N's room.

#dc x y/n #dc x reader #dc #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x male reader #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x male reader #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #bruce wayne #red hood #red robin #robin #batfam

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subzeroparade · 1 year

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Who do you think Amelia is? In terms of how she became a member of the church, and then a vicar? I've seen some theories that she's something like a foster sister or daughter of Laurence. And I also saw theories where they are siblings. What do you think?

I wish we knew more about her, to be honest. I have a few scattered thoughts - that she didn’t succeed Laurence directly, but there were a few other senior Church members who held the title of Vicar and didn’t last very long, considering the situation. I imagine Amelia as being very young when it happens, and maybe not entirely suited to leadership just yet, but having it forced on her because the options are running out, the Choir is in shambles, and she’s a loyal and resolute member of the Church who has never shown an inkling to grasp at power.

I've come across the idea that she and Laurence are related, which isn’t one of my personal headcanons because Laurence has overwhelming only-child energy. I also don’t think he bothered to plan out his own succession, because planning a succession means coming to terms, in a blunt sort of way, with your own mortality.

I did make the association of Amelia with that female white-robed figure you meet in the church in the Hunter’s Nightmare by all the sickbeds, and I think that fits her: a devout and active healer for the Church - maybe even a Blood Saint, for a time, who spent most of her days in the Research Hall? All of which potentially made her a good candidate for the role of Vicar. To me it could also signal the Church turning away from appointing high-ranking scholars or ex-Byrgenwerth as leaders to favour a candidate with no scholarly background and therefor a genuine desire to do good, regardless of ascension. I like the idea that Blood Saints are so adapted to the Healing Blood that they can hold off succumbing to beasthood for a long time, which may be why she lasted as long as she did before we the Hunter show up. She is, after all, the only beast who can heal.

I want to pet her and give her a little kiss on the head and name a borzoi after her. here is a loose little Amelia sketch since she’s on my mind now, and I’ve never drawn her before.

Still going through the ask box as I have time, ty folks •ᴗ•

#ask #bloodborne #vicar amelia #I love her beast form but I wanted to have a go at her face here

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cyberneticlagomorph · 1 month

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((How was the "the camarilla but catholic and worse" founded? Were they different from how they are today? If so, was there any particular event that changed them?))

god ok this has been sitting in my inbox for days but i didn't forget about it i prommy.

Ok so, "the camarilla but catholic and worse" is the fun ooc definition of the Knights of the Ivory Tower (formally the Knights of Malta in older iterations of the universe), but i'm still work-shopping that name for them idk.

The Knights started out as like this aberrant faction of the Round Table who later split off from the main group after some sort of Schism and took Excalibur with them. Mind you this was way back when before the magical and mundane halves of the world were split apart forever and shit like The Veil (web of secrets and lies that keep magic hidden from the general population) was invented, so this was a time of dragons and fairies actively stealing babies and whatnot.

That original First Knight (some say it was a knight of Arthurian legend, some say it was straight up Saint George, or even the biblical Adam come back to save mankind from Something. Nobody is exactly sure who that guy was, I know I'm not and I'm the one making this shit up) saw the sinful and hedonistic ways of magic and pledged to cleanse the world of it or at least keep humanity safe from it in some way shape or form, so he gathered a bunch of like minded individuals and went to work.

What happened shortly after the first group of Knights was formed was basically a war against magical creatures that culminated in the near extinction of many magical species, including dragons.

How this war ended is largely up for debate, some claim that the Knights won outright and forced all the magical creatures to sign a contract (i'm talking like Ursula "sign away a part of you" faustian type bullshit Contract) that forced them all to Behave the way the humans wanted (ie no stealing babies, poisoning wells, kidnapping princesses etc), others say that the fae were actually winning and the Knights tricked them into signing it, but that Contract was still signed no matter what and it became known as the Dictates of Preservation.

These Dictates were a set of laws that prohibited certain kinds of magic outright, like love potions or the ritual required to make a changeling child. Those Dictates are still in place today and are largely why Fae in Jack's timeline are relatively toothless compared to their ancestors.

ANYWAY.

The Knights then appointed themselves protectors of humanity, they invented the Veil and enforce it very fiercely.

Their organization has grown from a plucky band of medieval Knights, to like the shadowy hand of the fucking Vatican in some places. Their base of operations is a secluded pocket dimension only accessible by the Knights, their guests, and creatures with a flagrant disregard for those rules (ie Jack who can go p much anywhere he wants within his own universe). Yes it's a literal tower, it's caked in dragon ivory from those bloody centuries worth of hunts, each piece carved with the name of the Knight who murdered the dragon it came from and the date the deed was done.

They've grown with the times in terms of technology and medicine and arms, but they're still extremely catholic so they have monks and nuns and clerics as part of their group now with the nuns raising the children they get from Places.

One of the tenants of real chivalry is charity, and children's homes count as charities right? Where else to get fresh new recruits if your existing followers aren't breeding fast enough.

There's like, untold of levels to how seedy and dangerous this shit gets, the Knights have gotten their hands on numerous SCP level anomalies that they keep locked away or use as tools or propaganda to further their agendas.

Like Excalibur, who is always bonded to and wielded by the current head of their organization. Or Noah's ark, which they use for artifact storage. The christian themed anomalies are classed as "holy relics" while stuff like the Promethean Flame is an "arcane artifact"

It's just A Whole Lot

#ooc #ask games #ask to tag #religious imagery #religion #lore dump #loredump

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ryuzatodraws-backup · 5 months

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Gerard Deities

Anon idk if this is what you want lol but I decided to make a huge masterpost as a reference.I may or may not remember what I wrote in my last post in my last blog tho. So this post will be updated if I have extras.

These will be the Gerard looks that I interpreted based on how I insert them into my own Ghost universe. These looks are based on Gerard’s costume while he’s on tour during MCR Return.

(Disclaimer : I expand them individually as a character of their own and not as Gerard Way himself. You can see I didn’t use his name in these characters except for the Jean de Arc look; which the character interacting with him didn’t call him by name. If you have an idea on what I should call him, let me know!)

Lets start with our beloved, The Secretary

Origin : Uknown.

First discovered when The Director steps into office one day and notices how his secretary is bleeding and well…appears to be dead but working at the same time as if nothing was wrong. The Director concluded that something happened to them that renders their current secretary’s body to be inhabited by something out of this world.

Their purpose? to type and database everything that is happening in the clergy in the present and also in the future. The Secretary is almost like a storyteller in a way that is capable of dictating or prophesizing what the future will turn out to be.

They’re one of the powerful deities for their ability to predict the future.

The Nurse

First appearance: when The Secretary brought in The Director’s dead body to be revived. ( see the series https://archiveofourown.org/series/3731701 )

Origin : they have been here since Primo’s time. Responsible in the Papas death. Seems to be enjoying their job at the clergy somehow.

Gerard de Arc ( possible name, The Knight)

First Appearance: 200 years after the so call Apocalypse caused by Copia, found Copia in the ruins of the clergy and tried to kill him (series on going, will be reposted and linked properly)

He’s on a quest for years, to collect 1000 souls so he can ascend to Heaven; joining his Brothers and Sisters. His final task is to kill the Anti Christ – which is Copia himself.

Other Deities ( might make an appearance , might not…depends)

The Showman

I got this idea thanks to Raynon , you can read their fic to it here https://archiveofourown.org/works/51685087

The Showman looooves everything glitter and gold. He would often spawn himself together with a mysterious casino in towns, especially big cities. Rumors has it that nobody has ever won anything from their place and that people would often go missing, but hey at least the music and drinks are great.

The Rat King / The Trash Man (or trash Papa as some called him)

These two goes hand in hand. You’ll find one nearby after all. The Rat King communicates with all the rats, the epitome of the Plague itself, able to turn into a hoard of rats . The Trash man , bringer of disease and chaos.

The Cheerleader

A sweetheart honestly. Sweet summer child. They love to hang around with Copia the most ( it’s the console games). Theyre a good deity to pray for good vibes and protection. Will probably kill your enemies with a flame thrower.

The Teacher

This one works in the clergy as well, in charge of teaching the new ghouls about everything on planet earth. Patron of Knowledge really.

The Saint

Another good patron for protection , if you need help harming your enemies He will do the job. He’s more aggressive and male leaning in figure. Capable of bringing natural disasters and chaos on earth.

The Tourist

Almost like a trickster, or the norse god Loki. He mostly would play tricks and pretends to be other deities , taking over an empty shrine or a dead god’s altar. Likes to hang out with The Showman.

The Vampire

Man is a vampire.

The Cat

Goes hand in hand with The Cheerleader sometimes but a lot more independent.

The Ghost

Non malevolent entity. He’s just there as well.

The General.

Patron of War , I imagine Corrupt Papa Copia would go to war with him, hand to hand. Victory will always be in your hand

Hierachy

From the Top, the most powerful Deities and the lowest.

There are a few more others that I couldn’t figure out, like the blue dress, the skeleton, the black swan (Bauhaus?), the clown and theres one with the white suit, bandaged bloodied head that I forgot the name. There are other interpretations on the outfits from others that are more in tune with the MCR fandom than me lol (I saw a few posts about the explanation here and on reddit. And oh in this latest zine that you can get it here https://mcrswarmzine.tumblr.com/ ) if anything just DM me if you need like a specific answer to this…ramble I made here.

#Gerardverse #Gerard Deities #Gerardsonas

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•TV show: "Criminal minds".

•Content warnings: Mentions of a woman having just lost her mother and finding out she is adopted, her also discovering who her birth mom was and also the fact that she was murdered, her wanting to find out the truth about what happened, a teen mom not being able to provide for her child, teen pregnancy and someone hiding that the girl had given birth because they had secrets.

•Just like my other story, this fanfiction is inspired by a "Cold case" episode, "The goodbye room". However, I changed the years both the case and the investigation take place in, which will be 1968 and 2005 in this story, and also the institute for unmarried mothers involved, which will be Saint Bridget's, taken directly from the TV show "Father Brown"'s episode "The bride of Christ".

•I made up Jacqueline, Scarlett and Melissa. They are OCs, obviously, but I needed them for the story. Melissa is inspired by a character in that episode, though.

•Tara is a lot older than what was the rest of her team in "Criminal minds". She is around 70 years old.

•I changed the day Jennifer died from one day after she had given birth to nine days after it, because it made more sense that way in my opinion.

•I found this fanfiction's title thanks to a Wattpad story, so the credit for it partly goes to its author, whom I unfortunately can't tag on here.

•Some of the lines are almost the same that are in a scene of the "Cold case" episode this story is inspired by. I did modify them a bit, though. I didn't just copy and paste them.

•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @rynwritesreid, @reidmeister, @justalesbianwithsomegayshit, @thatonewritersstuff, @marril96, @c-m-stuff, @criminal-addict.

Between their two hearts

Chapter 1: Searching for the truth

When, in the morning of July 27, 2005, thirty-year-old Jacqueline Reid and Scarlett Hotchner were asked by their best friend, thirty-seven-year-old Melissa Lewis to go meet her immediately at the bar under her house, the two women were very surprised.

They knew that Melissa was going through a hard time due to the recent passing of her mother Tara, but they weren't expecting such a sudden request from her.

They were aware that their friend would have never done something like that if there wasn't a real reason for it, though, so they agreed to go to that meeting.

"As you know, my mother died two months ago" Melissa explained after they had sat down at one of the outside tables of the bar less than half an hour later "She has always been an amazing mom, but yesterday I discovered something very important about me. It's about her too. I was going through her things and look what I found".

"It's your birth certificate, right?" Scarlett asked after looking at the paper her friend had placed in front of her and Jacqueline for a few seconds.

"Yes, the original one" Melissa confirmed "Neither my mom nor my dad ever told me this, but I'm adopted. Tomorrow morning I'll go talk to the police about it".

"Why?" Jacqueline asked her, obviously confused "Their job is to deal with crimes, not adoptions".

"Because I already know who my biological mother is" her friend explained, taking another sheet of paper, an old newspaper article she had found on the Internet and printed out, out of her handbag and placing it in front of the two younger women "She was killed nine days after I was born. Her name was Jennifer Jareau and she was 17 years old".

"Student found murdered..." Scarlett began to read, then she stopped to let Melissa speak.

"Only the culprit could tell me why she…" the woman started saying, but she wasn't able to finish that sentence.

"Abandoned you?" Jacqueline finished for her, taking her friend's hand in hers and squeezing it.

As a response, Melissa just nodded.

"Well, she was only 17. She most likely couldn't take care of you properly" Scarlett suggested, feeling pretty sure she was right.

"I know, but as of now I'm still having a hard time understanding that. From the moment I found out I was pregnant with Tyler, the thought of leaving him never even crossed my mind" Melissa replied, obviously referring to her 9-year-old son, who was currently on vacation in California with his father and stepmother.

"We know, Melissa, but things were different back then" Jacqueline tried to tell her, but her friend didn't seem convinced.

"Would you two do something like that?" she questioned, pointing to the round bellies of Scarlett and Jacqueline, who were both pregnant and well over halfway through.

"Absolutely not!" Scarlett exclaimed, knowing she was speaking for both herself and Jacqueline "But we are 30 years old, we have our own houses and good jobs and we are married. Your mother was so young! Maybe she didn't feel ready to raise a child".

"If possible, I would like to know the truth about this, though" Melissa said while her friends began to read the papers she had given them again.

"The certificate says you were born at Saint Bridget's Institute" Jacqueline told her a couple of minutes later.

"Yes, it was a church-run home for unmarried mothers" her friend replied.

"That's not mentioned in the article, though" Scarlett said, clearly confused.

"Maybe the newspaper didn't want to say it" Melissa suggested, since she knew what the mentality of those times was regarding certain things.

"Or maybe they didn't know" Jacqueline mused.

"That seems impossible to me" Melissa retorted "It definitely came out somehow".

"Maybe someone covered it up" Jacqueline then suggested.

"But who could it have been?" Melissa asked, even though she knew her friends couldn't have given her an answer to that question.

"I don't know" Scarlett responded "Definitely someone who had secrets they wanted to hide".

And already that evening, the woman called Jacqueline and said she had an idea her friend immediately liked a lot.

To make Melissa feel better, the two of them would have investigated the death of her birth mother.

They weren't sure they would have succeded, but for their friend's sake, they would have at least done their best.

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Catholicism Questions:

When and why did you become Catholic?

What's your favourite thing about Catholicism?

Favourite saint(s) and why?

Favourite book(s) of the Bible and why?

1) I was a cradle Catholic, born and raised in the Faith. Everyone in my close family sort of fell out of it when I was around ten years old (my household dealt with abuse, violence, alcoholism, so you get the idea why there was no more place offered to God there). During my teenage years, I was on and off with the Faith. It was mainly a refusal of it, while having the occasional sudden devotion to God and wanting to become a nun. I came back fully to it two years ago, after an intense happening that turned my life around. From that moment on, there was no more doubt. I knew I would live my life with God. From then on, I had to re-start learning everything I was told so long ago as a child. Some things I had actually never even known and were a complete discovery. Which is why even to this day, my knowledge isn't yet very developed, but my Faith is strong, and I am loving my daily studies of the Bible 😊

2) The mystery of the Eucharist, the Sacrament of Reconciliation, "One Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church": The fact that the Catholic Church was established by Jesus and has followed through apostolic succession directly from his time on Earth. The fact that everywhere in the world, Catholics are connected through this Faith.

3) Saint Dymphna is my most favorite Saint. I prayed for her intercession a lot and have been helped greatly. I have a special devotion to her. I do make a cross-stitch of a painting of her that helps me focus on prayers while doing it at the same time.

I also particularly like Saint Notburga, Saint Therese de Lisieux, Saint Joseph and Saint Anne.

4) This is ever changing 😅 Currently, it would be the book of Leviticus. It was a challenge to get through it. The pace is much different from the previous books. The old Laws, the many repetitions... it was initially startling, until I found there is more to it. This book highlights the design God has for our relationship with Him. His desire to see us reunite with Him, the meaning of Sacrifice that would later be linked to Him offering His son as sacrifice for us, to atone for our sins, the meaning of Holiness and the importance of living as our community.

Please, keep in my mind that English isn't my first language. I am going through the process of re-learning everything in English (prayers, names, designated words, etc), but I might have slipped some mistakes here and there. When discussing the Catholic Faith, the use of words is very important and I hope I am not offending anyone if I wrote something wrong. Please, feel free to correct my speech whenever. 😊

#ask #question #personal #catholic church #catholique #catholicism #catholic #catholiscism #traditional

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Okay I need to get this off my chest and I figure that since you're so nice and seem easy to ask questions to I'd tell you. About 9 years ago, I think I had a miscarriage. I'd been sexually active at the time and not in the Faith. I was not sure at the time what had happened but upon further research lately I think I did. I wasn't at the time able to go to an obgyn I was like 17 or something and didn't understand what happened. But today while at Church we had a Marian procession and crowning of our Lady. So after Mass and the procession I thanked our Lady and wished her a happy mothers day. Afterwards I recalled the event from years ago, and I felt her wishing me one as well. I asked for clarification, and she confirmed I had a miscarriage. She even named the child Rose. It's making me tear up right now. I just don't know what to do, should I go to confession, should I do something, I'm scared lost and confused. Am I a bad mother if I had a miscarriage? A bad Catholic? If this makes you uncomfortable don't worry about replying.

Do not be afraid. Having a miscarriage is not a sin. It doesn’t make you a bad mom either. For various reasons, a mother might be able to have a miscarriage from how her body is built, to environmental circumstances, perhaps other things etc. Most of the time we cannot control if we have a miscarriage. You can absolutely tell about it in confession, God is there for you and through your priest or bishop He will speak words to comfort you. Having sex outside marriage is considered a sin, which you can bring to confession (if you have never brought it up before), and it is absolutely a forgivable sin. It doesn’t make you a bad Catholic, all of us are sinners except God and Mary. You’re not a bad mom. Your child, Rose, is a saint in Heaven, no longer able to feel any pain or tears. Rose loves you very much and always will, she loves you so much that Our Lady wanted to tell you herself. She walks in Heaven playing with Mary and even holds her hand as she walks covered in the safety of her mantle. I’m so sorry that you lost Rose in this earthly life, but you will be reunited in Heaven. I encourage you to go to confession when you feel ready, you can even talk to your priest anytime about anything. He is our shepherd that will help us to heal and guide us lost lambs to safety close to Jesus. It’s time to also consider taking time to heal yourself and if you want to mourn as well. Make sure to mention to your doctor (if you have one now or in the future), drink some water, eat some healthy good, do gentle exercise even if it’s just walking in a safe place, catch up on sleep, and make time to pray each day even if it’s only a little prayer. It’s ok to reach out for help too beyond confession. Find someone in your life who you can talk about your mental health to, a family member, a good friend, even a professional can help don’t let any stigma prevent you from reaching out and speaking up. I also have some links for you that may khelp:

I’ll keep you and family in my prayers.

God loves you, Our Lady loves you, Rose loves you, and I love you. Don’t be afraid.

#asks #prayer request

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Whumptober Day 3 / Prompt: "Like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon"

It is a strange thing for a vampire to lose their religion.

His father says that Herbert was a pious child. He would not only go to church every Sunday but was fascinated with various saints and even wanted to become a monk for some time. His favorite was Saint Sebastian, of course. One of the only memories he has of his mother is her face in the candlelight of the church, the candles they had just lit together. Her face is surrounded by a halo, so Herbert has never been completely sure if she really looked like that or if he hasn’t infused the memory with the picture of the Virgin Mary that was painted one on of the windows of the church. He loved the heavenly hymns and he loved to praise the Lord. And even though once he got older, he indulged in all kinds of sins, lust and pride chief among them, he remorsefully repented every week.

Then he died and God died with him and that was that. Or so he had thought.

When they came this time, Herbert thought he was safe. Yes, he might have embarrassed Carl in front of his peers – he really made it too easy to do so, let’s be honest, but Daniel, Carl and Andrew loved to hurt him only when nobody could see. This time, however, Ludwig was with them. And even though he would not call the mortal a friend – he wasn’t so foolish as to call any mortal a friend – he and Ludwig had come to an understanding. And maybe it was just the starvation and loneliness speaking but he did care for the young man to some extent and thought that this feeling might be mutual. He had not forgotten that it had been Ludwig who provided him with a blanket and fresh clothes, who saw him as a person worthy of some form of dignity.

The fact that Ludwig looked deeply uncomfortable should have been the first sign that something was wrong. “On your knees, face to the wall!” Daniel called before they even entered the cell. Apparently, they were capable of learning from their mistakes after all.

“Why should I?” Herbert called back and instead remained sitting on his bed, one leg crossed over the other. “If I were you, I wouldn’t risk entering this cell. Remember what happened to your buddy? What was his name, again? Frank? Fridolin? Doesn’t matter. You can give him all sort of names now. One-Armed Freddy, or something like that.” He grinned.

“Shut up,” Andrew said coldly. “Don’t think that we won’t make you pay.”

Herbert laughed. “Well, for that you’ll have to enter the cell first.”

Carl smirked. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll be very close to you in no time.”

Herbert gave them his fakest smile, but his eyes flicked around the room in panic, looking for potential dangers.

“And then you’ll wish you’d obeyed,” Daniel said, “But we’ll be nice and give you another chance. Get on your knees now, face the wall, hands behind your head.”

“Fuck you.”

He had not been so openly defiant in weeks, and it felt good, if dangerous. Ludwigs presence assured him that whatever they would do would be nothing compared to what he had been through before.

Daniel sighed deeply at his response. Then he opened the door and in the blink of an eye, Herbert had closed the distance between them and wrapped his hands around the unprotected neck of Daniel, only to recoil in pain when his skin met something burning hot. A fucking rosary. Of course. He struggled to stay upright, both with the pain and the exhaustion that had followed the sudden, strenuous movement. It had more been the sound of blood rushing through veins then any real escape-plan that had lent him the strength to leap if he was being honest.

“God, you just keep trying. You really are a stupid, mindless creature,” Carl said and also entered the cell, along with the other two men. Herbert snarled at them, a frightened animal looking for an exit.

Ludwig closed the door, a strange look on his face. While Herbert was busy watching him, Daniel had stepped closer again, and now suddenly shoved him in the chest. The impact wasn’t strong, but Herbert was weak and unprepared, and stumbled. Another shove, and another, and Herbert fell to the floor, only just keeping his head from hitting the cold stone beneath. He struggled to get back to his feet fast but was held back by a cruel hand on the top of his head, pushing him down on his knees. Herbert didn’t dare to try and get up.

“Good boy,” mocked Carl, to whom the hand belonged. “I see you’ve finally managed to obey our very simple order.”

“And now the next order: Open your mouth,” Daniel said, and pulled out a familiar brass container. Holy water. With dawning horror, Herbert watched as he came closer with the container.

He shook his head, shaking of Carl’s hand while doing so. “No,” he said. “Absolutely not.” He scrambled backwards, or tried to, but the cell wasn’t that big, and there wasn’t anywhere to escape to. He tried to make himself as small as possible, curling into himself, but Andrew, the strongest of the men, grabbed him by the forearms and pulled him open, while Carl leaned his weight on Herberts legs, spreading them out. Ludwig was still standing in the corner and looked as if he wanted to say something. Their eyes met for a brief moment.

Then Ludwig looked away.

Daniel stepped closer and opened the container. He held it in one hand and with the other caressed Herbert’s throat and chin.

“Open your mouth,” he repeated. Herbert tried to twist away but the other two were holding him tight in place.

Daniel cocked his head in thought, then lifted the container to Herbert’s face and poured the holy water onto his face, right in the space between his mouth and nose, so that some of it found it’s way to his nostrils. He gasped out in horror and pain, involuntarily opening his mouth. Daniel immediately used the opportunity to pour some of the water downs his throat as well. For a short, blissful moment, his body hadn’t yet fully registered the pain. Then it came, a giant wave of agony. It felt like the inside of his body was peeling, like boiling water was destroying everything inside. Immediately, his body tried to get the fluid out again. He started heaving, his body shaken by the pain and the effort.

“If you vomit, I’ll make you lick it all up,” Daniel said. Finally, and Herbert barely noticed it through the haze of the all-consuming pain, Ludwig spoke up.

“That’s enough,” he said. “You wanted your revenge; you have it now. Let’s leave.”

Herbert’s body was still rebelling and heaving, his throat and face and mouth and stomach hurting. There was pure acid inside of him, and the men were still holding him down. Finally, he couldn’t keep it together anymore, no matter how hard he tried, and vomited up some of the water. To his horror, he released that it was a reddish-black, and that there were pieces of flesh in it. The sick had also landed partially on Carl, who yelped in disgust.

“Fucking idiot,” he cursed. He got up but Herbert was too weak to use the opportunity and get away.

“What did we tell you?” Carl asked and slapped him hard across his face. Herbert tried to speak but to his horror realized that he wasn’t sure he could use his throat. There was something seriously wrong with it, as if his vocal cords were only partially intact.

“Answer me!” Carl demanded and slapped him again. When that didn’t work, he took one of the crosses he carried with him and held it directly in front of his eyes.

“If you don’t answer me, I’ll put this thing straight through your eye. What did we tell you about throwing up? Hm?”

Shaking, Herbert tried to force his voice to work, feeling as if he was using a razor on the inside of his throat.

“Not… do it.” It came out garbled, wrong. Herbert felt like sobbing but even that hurt too much and oh hell, the holy water was still in him and burning through his stomach.

“So why don’t you be nice and apologize for getting my clothes dirty?”

Herbert shook from the effort. Tears of the water-blood mix were running down his cheeks and Herbert wondered if they would leave deep tracks, down to his flesh. He wasn’t sure he could feel his face. Where it was supposed to be, there was only a void of pain.

He must have lost consciousness for a moment because he was in a slightly different position when he opened his eyes again. Carl was still looking at him expectantly and it took Herbert a minute to remember that he was supposed to apologize.

“Sorry,” he forced out.

“We’re leaving. Now,” Ludwig said from farther away, and maybe Herbert was imagining it, but he thought that he sounded horrified.

The others protested but Ludwig stayed adamant.

“I’ll tell Van Helsing and the Professor what you did,” Ludwig threatened, which finally convincing the others to leave. Although Ludwig had probably prevented worse mistreatment, through the mist of the pain, Herbert felt betrayed by him. The fact that he had allowed them to do this and hadn’t spoken up until it became too ugly for him felt so bitter. It shouldn’t have, probably, but it did. He thought he would be safe as long as Ludwig was there. He was supposed to be safe at least for a little time. Fuck.

They left him lying there, curled together on the floor, his body convulsing and cramping.

Herbert prayed that night. He called out for someone, something, to get him out, to release him from the pain. For the first time in years, he thought about the golden candlelight and the stained windows and his first act of eating another human – communion. He prayed to Saint Sebastian, and he prayed to Saint Andrew, and to Saint Irene, and to anyone who might listen. He prayed to God and the Devil, to the Universe. And when all of that did not work, he cried for his Dad.

He must have been better than the greatest ascetic martyrs. He hadn’t eaten for so long, and he was brought low, and he was dirty and humbled, and he was prostrating on the cold stone floors, and still, nothing.

Finally, Herbert realized with the absolute certainty of a believer that there was no one. Not for him. There was no help coming. There wasn’t even a reckoning to come. God was not dead. He had simply never existed. Intellectually, of course, he had known that for years. But there must have been the tiniest part of himself that had kept believing, that had wanted to believe in something greater, something sublime. It had been, after all, in integral part of his upbringing and had still shaped the way he saw the world around him. No matter. It was extinguished now.

The deep conviction of nothingness took root in his core, and as it did so, Herbert felt the pain receding to an uncomfortable but bearable feeling. Surprised, he slowly and carefully uncurled and moved up to the bed.

With the morning came the dawning realization of three things: First, that he had truly stopped believing in any higher power. Second, that he could suddenly very much bear the presence of Holy Water and Crosses. And third, that these facts changed absolutely everything.

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #like crying out in empty rooms with no one there except the moon #tanz der vampire #fic #emeto #gore #blood #blasphemy #this is pretty gross #vampire whump

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Harrow the Ninth, Chapter 52

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For detail on The Locked Tomb coverage and the index, read this one!)

(Fifth House icon) In which I struggle to choose just one thing to "in which", so I'm going full meta instead.

August and Mercy talk about how they could go back home now, as long as the undoing of the Resurrection isn't immediate. Ianthe asks what Mercy has done, and she admits she has killed Dominicus. It will form a black hole in a few minutes. August asks Gideon Senior if he has any retribution, to which he replies no, but there's something August should know…

Suddenly, white light blinds Gideon, and then she sees red. Particles emerge from everywhere in the room, turning the air pink, then cherry red, then scarlet. Powder becomes grit, grit becomes aggregate, and then bone.

Instantly, and in a laborious process, a body constructs itself, until the King Undying stands once again, behind Mercy. He kills her, a fist through the heart that explodes her whole chest, splattering it onto Augustine's. He says the sun has stabilized, and he hopes the Sixth wasn't destroyed in the flare.(1) He says he will ask them all a question, and if they give the correct answer, what happened to Mercy won't be repeated.

Augustine pressed his lips together; that was it. God said, "It was a lovely bit of work on Mercymorn's part. She must have been training for thousands of years, to bring that off. But I didn't get to where I am by being able to die, you know?" The Lyctor said, "The Resurrection Beasts--" "Can't kill me." "You acted afraid--" "Acted is operative. But this is not an FAQ.(2) Let's get a move on. Gideon," he said. Then he looked at us, gave a little crooked half smile, and said, "Gideon Episode One,(3) I mean. Gideon the First--third saint to serve me--my fingers and gestures. Mate, I'm not mad about Wake. I'm not even mad that you failed to either fix or put down Harrow. I just want your loyalty. Do I have it, or not?"

Without hesitation, Gideon the First says he does. John tells him to stand on the side of the room opposite the dead. Next, Ianthe, who says yes, he has her loyalty before he finishes naming her. He bids her stand with Gideon Prime. He despairs lightly that he can't ask Wake, though he knows what she'd say, because "why be an ass to the mother of your child?"

Which he takes as a prompt, to turn to Gideon in Harrow's body.

I said, "You told that bastard to beat up Harrow?" That was my job, after all. God said, "I was trying to save her."(4) Also my job. "Go to hell, Pops."

He says this isn't a question for Gideon, as his child. He won't give her an ultimatum on their first day together, and it's not her body so he'd hate to punish Harrow for Gideon acting out. She is tossed, gently, across the room to land next to Ianthe.(5)

He turns to August, who asks if he gets a chance to answer. Of course, says John. He's willing to offer August a clean slate, a fresh start. August says no, lifts his hand, and does something funky. He drops the whole station into the River, and wades out into it. Ianthe follows him, but G1deon drags Gideon the other way. The Saint of Patience says "Wish he'd given me the packet."(6) which Gideon finds rather irrelevant to anything.

They move through the station, as outside in the River, John and August fight, and the whole lot of them are descending.

Gideon suggests they swim for it, but Duty says they won't last in the River, nobody knows what it's made of but it's breaking everything apart with the pressure, and the ghosts will be back soon.

The station listed again. I said, "Okay. You're a necromancer. Are you going to do something, or what?" "My necromancer is dead," said Gideon.(7)

Truly, this is not any sort of Gideon Supreme. All that's left is Pyrrha. Initial Gideon died after fighting RB7. He fought it alone for hours, and then the ghosts (sent by Harrow and Abigail) showed up. They almost had Number Seven, but in the end Duty could never walk away from a losing fight.

Pyrrha introduces herself formally, and explains that she was able to hide her consciousness, even from her necromancer. Both she AND he had been having affairs with Wake, ahead of Gideon's conception.

At any rate, Pyrrha sees what August's plan is.

A hole had opened. It was big enough to swallow up the whole of Drearburh and have room to spare. It was a huge, hideous, dark expanse, and it had seething, weird edges; it took the lights pattering over them for me to see that the edges of the hole were enormous human teeth. Each one must've been six bodies high and two bodies wide, with the dainty scalloped edges of incisors. The teeth shivered and trembled, like the hole was slavering. And that hole had nothing in it; that hole was blacker than space, that hole was an eaten-away tunnel of reality.(8)

The stoma has opened, probably thinking John is an RB. Augustine has lashed himself to the Emperor, somehow, and is dragging him down toward it. God is making no apparent move to disengage or get away, even as the tongues emerge from the stoma.(9)

Pyrrha has a loaded gun, she and Gideon could end their own struggles quickly. Gideon watches John, Augustine, and the Mithraeum station get dragged down into the stoma. She thinks, really hard, about what dying was like the first time, and what to do now. She wants so badly to say that she was thinking of Harrow in those moments, but everything was literally and figuratively crashing down around her.

As I dithered, Pyrrha sandblasted me with the calm, "Your mother would've picked the bullet." "Yes, well, jail for Mother."(10)

The River rushes in, and she forces her way out. When she has some control over her direction, Gideon watches Ianthe break August and John apart, pull John to safety, leave August for the tongues emerging from the stoma.

Gideon thinks Ianthe did it wrong, she should have saved August, not the man who lied to everyone he ever loved.

And then, Gideon feels Harrow's chest cave in, from the pressure of the River-essence. She asks Harrow if she knew that your life is supposed to flash before your eyes. She doesn't know if dying like this, in Harrow's body, will cause them to merge, will make her see both their lives blurred together.

But as everything went black and I died the second time round, I didn't see you. I didn't even see me. The final thing I saw was a great sunshiny light: a blurred figure, hazing in and out around the edges. At first it looked to me like a woman--a grey-faced, dead-eyed woman, with a face so beautiful it almost went out the other side and became repellent; a woman with my eyes, dimmed dark yellow in death, whose hair fell in wet leaden hanks. I realized with exhausted indignation that, at the end of everything--after all I had been through--after the last word, the last strike, the last drop of blood in the water--your bullshit dead girlfriend had come to claim you. And she said in the wrong voice twice removed:(11) "Chest compressions! I know her sternum's shattered; ignore it. We need that heart pumping. On my mark." Hands pressed. We died.

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(1) So, it wasn't a lie that he's connected to the Sun somehow? Or at least, he gets to claim it wasn't for this. (2) What a curious turn of phrase for him to use. But then, he was the Resurrection, his world was our world, so he would remember phrases, wouldn't he? (3) Muir is playing with this one, as she seems to have fun doing. In this case, Star Wars Episode 1 came out after the original trilogy, despite being set before. So, John referring to his G1deon this way is a joke because we knew our Gideon first and the Lyctor showed up later for us, despite his time technically taking place before. (4) Why would constant attempts on her life be saving her? Was it a form of training? Was it trying to make her access power he thought she'd hidden, maybe from herself? Or is it all a lie? (5) I'm not sure John's making the first impression he might want to with Gideon, though given the end of the chapter… how much does that matter? (6) Like an information packet you'd get first day on the job. Pyrrha could use the operating manual for G1deon's body and life. (7) You know, there's something ominous about this statement. I know that it's G1deon, not Gideon, but it feels… weighty. (8) No wonder there's theory that the stoma could found another entire school of necromantic study. (9) Ew, with a side of ack. (10) Miette! (11) Who? How? What's going on here? What do you think the odds are we find out in the final two books? How about the one additional book that's been published?

#the locked tomb #tlt #harrow the ninth #htn #harrow the ninth spoilers #htn spoilers #gideon nav #mercymorn the first #augustine the first #emperor john gaius #ianthe tridentarius #pyrrha dve

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pridelessdaydreamer · 1 year

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power incarnate. (awakening caduceus, 725 words)

For about as long as he could remember, Linhardt had an interest in crests.

He admired them once, and why wouldn’t he? After all, as a great scholar once said, they were ‘power incarnate’, capable of great deeds upon the battlefield, turning the tides when odds were sour and winning battles for fellow countrymen. With a crest-bearer on your side, anything was possible.

And Linhardt was... lucky enough to have one. A Saint’s, even. Cethleann’s.

He knew that for a long time as well—about as long as he could remember, even. (Well that wasn’t quite true—after all, he remembers when he learned the fact.) He was nothing more than a child, and yet he knew the awesome power of crests. What wonders it would do for Adrestia, when he would grow up and lend his services to her name.

It was never a compelling offer, really, but of course, crests were always of interest, being something intangible and yet real and impacting, and he studied them as much as he could growing up. Hours of the day passed by where he would study, eat, sleep, study—all with the end of knowing all there was to know about crests. When books failed to be enough, he resolved to do his own investigations, because he simply had to know.

And he learned the unfortunate truth: crests, for some odd reason, seemed to be good for nothing more than combat and bloodshed—two things he abhorred without noble guilt. To have a crest, therefore, meant he was to be near combat and bloodshed—if not partaking, then quelling their effect. In no world was that something he ever wanted—Caspar? Maybe. Linhardt? Absolutely not. But between the two of them, who had a crest?

(It was like the goddess wanted the both of them to die young together.)

That dulled his admiration to mere interest—and that was only further cemented by the gift of weapons as well. The polearms of Blaiddyd and Gautier, Riegan’s bow, Dominic’s golden hammer—all were meant to help the wielder hit harder, faster, and kill with more efficiency.

And then there was Linhardt’s weapon, passed down by the blood of Cethleann: the Staff of Caduceus, perhaps the most detestable of all. Why dole out harm when you can watch it all unfold? (And then pretend you knew it wouldn’t happen, but really, you wouldn’t be there if it wouldn’t.) With golden wings of hope and light and venomous snakes twinned in kind, it pretended to be a staff of healing, but really, it was a weapon like all the rest. It condoned the presence of violence, and condemned him to fight the most powerful foe of all: Death herself.

Linhardt, for one, did not want to face that. Death was terrifying.

But as a healer, Caduceus said, his duty would always be on the battlefield. If not on the bloodied earth keeping allies alive, then in the medical tents trying to mend broken bodies. Strong iron scents and the insurmountable pressure of time, and the threat of Death coming for you instead of someone else because who else to take out first than the healer? (It really was a tactically sound decision, like capturing a bishop so the queen can’t checkmate—remove the support, and the fight gets ten times easier.)

(And Caduceus was completely useless if no one ever got hurt at all.)

So when it arrived some moons ago, it was laid to rest against his dresser, still wrapped in cloth, sleeping but discontent. It hummed the desire to be used, and Linhardt let it sit there. Collecting dust. Never seeing injury, because Linhardt never saw injury.

(That wasn’t quite true either—the dream arena had shown him plenty of injury, and he had done his fair share of healing after Rusalka.)

But the moons passed on, and Linhardt continued his studies in peace—away from the battlefield, as he would prefer to be. Caduceus’ necessity only sank in slowly, because staves were an important part of magic, and Caduceus was one of the most powerful to ever exist.

The world was only getting bloodier.

But he was a healer. And he could change that. With Caduceus. (The thought settled in slowly.)

The day eventually came that he removed the cloth, revealing the red gem at center, reflecting lamplight like an eye staring, eager to meet the battlefield.

#[‘i can see the appeal…’] (drabbles)#[drabble: 'power incarnate.'] (caduceus awakening)#// i finished the initial draft for this last sunday when he finally reached a in faith #// and it was pretty solid the day after/tuesday #// but i kept forgetting to post so here's the finalized version!!#// technically monday bc it's past midnight but shhhhhhh #// anyways time to become a BANGER healer in time for august o/#// my brother told me the ending felt too abrupt but i personally like it that way #// so leave a like and a comment voting for who YOU think is ri- yeah no this is goofy i'm off to study or smth hrsnjkdsng

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matteo-emerson · 2 years

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matteo emerson is an alpha mutant with the ability of electricity manipulation. they’ve been in new york for eight years where they spend most of their time as a student. when i think of them, i think of the sound of broken glass under your feet, the scent of cigarette smoke and bruised knuckles. they are affiliated with the xavier institute. || (benjamin wadsworth, 22, male, he/him)

@c23intros

Basics Full Name: Matteo Nicholas Emerson Nicknames: M, Matt, Mattie, basically anything Gender: Cis-Male Age: 22 Birthdate: November 1 Occupation: Student & Front Desk at the Hello Motel Sexuality: Bisexual, Biromantic Species: Mutant Abilities: Electricity Manipulation Affiliation: Xavier Institute

Bio It’s the day after Halloween, 1975, and Sister Amelia is going outside to clean up any unsavory graffiti or toilet paper, or anything else teenagers have decided to do to the church on the night of chaos; when she hears crying from the front door. Any annoyance that she may have been feeling is forgotten as she throws open the heavy, wooden doors and finds a small baby placed in a cardboard box. The baby is wrapped in a green blanket, and a note is found inside of it later. The note, written in hasty cursive states: His name is Matteo, Forgive me. Other than being a little cold and hungry, Matteo is found to be healthy when he is taken to Emerson Hospital to get checked out. It’s also found that he is likely only a few hours old. The police are notified about it, on the off chance any similar baby is reported missing; but nothing ever comes of it. He’s been called Matteo, the baby at Emerson so many times that eventually he’s just called Matteo Emerson and it sticks. Nicholas is chosen as his middle name, at the insistence of Sister Amelia, after the Saint who is known to look over children. He’s kept overnight at the hospital, just as a precaution and the next morning someone from Child Protective Services comes by and picks him up, although there are rumors that Sister Amelia had been thinking of keeping him for herself.

The system is full and finding placements for babies can be tricky, so Matteo is sent across state lines to Providence, RI, where there is an orphanage with an opening. He’s only there for about a month before the St. Claire’s choose to foster him. He’s with them for 3 years, with friends and neighbors thinking that an adoption may be coming. But then Emily gets pregnant, after having been told it was almost impossible. Suddenly there’s a shift, and they aren’t sure they can deal with a newborn and a toddler. So, he’s returned back to the orphanage. Matteo doesn’t really remember his time with the St. Claire’s, the only strong memory being the goodbye’s, where he was confused why everyone was crying and why he was leaving.

He re-enters the system, and this time he stays at the orphanage for longer. Matteo is no longer a small baby, and thus is no longer of interest to the majority of people coming through. He’s there until he’s 7, when he goes home with the Richardson’s. Matteo is only with them for 2 months, because that’s when he gets in a fight with the older boy (he called Matteo a baby for having his green blanket still and threatened to burn the blanket, and Matteo is not baby and wasn’t about to let that happen) and they decide they don’t want to deal with him anymore. He goes back to the orphanage again, this time there are no tears.

Not long after his 8th birthday, the news of mutants come out to the public. This isn’t exactly something new information for Matteo. Though, it does clear up why kids at school were always confused when he talked about the ‘weird’ things that some of the kids at the orphanage could do (like Jasper who could make portals, or Elle who had ears like a bunny), and why they hadn’t been allowed to go to school too. Suddenly, there are more eyes on the orphanage, and during the beginning there are reporters outside. The adults keep the door shut, and windows covered and refuse to answer questions, but that doesn’t stop the stares that everyone gets when they leave. Almost as if everyone is asking “Are you one of them?”. Matteo hears conversations held by the grown-ups late at night, after bedtime, in hushed tones in the kitchen. He can’t always tell exactly what is being said, but he hears things like ‘funding’, ‘scared’ and of course ‘but what about the children’.

A year later, Essex is announced and coincidentally, all of the known mutants from the orphanage are gone not long after. It’s not spoken about, which makes Matteo feel…off. When he asks about the address to send letters to his friends, the grown-ups change the topic. He finally corners George, and the conversation basically boils down to George telling Matteo to forget about his friends. He wants to fight against that, but he’s 9 and has no leg to stand on. But he doesn’t have time to be concerned about it, because 3 weeks later he’s picked by the Singers. Kelly and Paul have several kids they are fostering, and it becomes obvious early on that they are just in it for the money. Matteo is crammed into a room with 3 other boys, and there’s 2 girls across the hall, with another boy and girl in the room next door. There is a strict list of rules that must be followed or there will consequences.

School becomes a safe haven from what he has to deal with at home. At home, he has to hear long tirades about how mutants are a mistake, and when Matteo argues against that; it never ends well. It’s not uncommon for him to show up to school with a black eye or a bruised cheek, but he brushes off any questions from teachers. He enjoys school, he likes learning new things and being able to build friendships is exciting.

Suddenly, he looks up and he’s been at the Singers for 4 years. The longest place he’s stayed outside the orphanage. He is fairly certain that they won’t actually adopt him, but he knows that he’s a paycheck and they don’t want to lose him so it’s likely this will be his home until he’s 18 and then he’ll be forced to leave, just like they’ve done with a few of his other siblings that had already aged out. Matteo just needs to make it another 5 years. Not long after his 13th birthday (which was celebrated with his siblings and a cupcake with a candle, with the ‘happy birthday’ song sung quietly as to not attract attention), the lights in the house start flickering. He doesn’t put much stake in it, Paul is lazy and never does house work so it’s not surprising that there would be electrical problems.

He’s almost forgotten about the lights that were flickering until suddenly the lights are exploding at school when he jumped to protect a friend. Matteo stares at the shocked faces of his classmates, and he can already see his teacher reaching for the phone. There’s a long conversation that happens, with the principle and Kelly and Paul even turn up. They put on their fake smiles, and agree to a bigger conversation later. For now, Matteo will be at home until next week. They don’t even make it all the way home before Paul is saying that Matteo has to leave. The old orphanage has been shut down for a year so it’s not like they can send him back there, but they don’t care. Kelly, to her credit, does try to calm them down but she keeps glancing towards Matteo, like she’s afraid. Matteo is forced to stand in there, listening to the verbal abuse, mentally trying to understand what has even happened. That is, until Paul says “Of course your mother was probably a dirty mutant whore” that he reacts, almost without thinking. “You don’t get to say shit about my mother” Matteo yells, and suddenly there’s a burn mark on the wall next to Paul’s head and Matteo’s arm is tingling.

That causes silence to suddenly fall in the house, and Matteo stares at his hand for a moment before running up the stairs. He can hear Kelly going to the phone so he knows he only has a few minutes before the police come by. He stuffs what he can in a bag, bringing polaroid’s he had taken, clothes, any cash he had on hand, his baby blanket and anything else that’s within eyesight. He leaves a scrawled note under one of his sibling’s pillows. He disappears out the window, just as sirens start to fill the air.

He lays low for a few days, but he realizes soon enough that he has to get out of town sooner than later. He hitchhikes his way back to Boston, because that’s a city and he knows that a city has things, not even aware that he had done this journey once before. Matteo spends about a year sleeping on the streets, going by ‘Nicky’. He makes connections with some of the friendlier adults, and friendships bloom with other homeless youth that populate the city. He learns how to steal, and pick locks during this time. After the first few months of no one coming after him, he starts to relax a little. Matteo focuses on learning how to use his ability, though it is a lot of trial and error. He starts becoming accustomed to his new life when things change again.

It’s almost a year exactly since he left that a person comes looking for him, calling him Matteo. He gets ready to run, afraid that everything has caught up to him. But they stop him, and explain that they are from Xavier’s Institute. Matteo doesn’t really know what that is, but they talk about the school, and how it’s a place for people like him. It doesn’t take much convincing, and next thing he knows, he’s at Xavier’s. He’s missed about a year’s worth of school, but he finds it easy enough to catch up. There’s some growing pains, and he has to un-learn some of those lessons he learned on the street but eventually things even out. A few years go by, and Matteo feels like he finally has an actual home. When he turns 18, he chooses to stay at the Institute, because it’s safe, and he really has nothing waiting for him outside those walls. He begins the process of becoming an X-Men, because he loves the idea of becoming a hero. But he only gets through the first two steps before dropping out, attention drawn elsewhere. He tells himself that he’ll get back to it, at some point. Instead, he starts working odd jobs. Matteo gets fired from quite a few of them, but dusts himself and goes out and gets another one. He picks up some other bad habits, but chooses to ignore any problems they may be causing. Eventually, he finds a job at the Hello Motel, and he’s been able to hold onto that one.

For a while, he’s content. He has a place to call home that’s safe, he’s making money, he has connections. He feels stable. Then the June attacks happen, and he feels like his world crumbles. Matteo’s home has been threatened, and he doesn’t feel like he has done enough. So, he sheepishly goes back to a professor and asks if he can re-start the process from where he was. They agree, and he begins as soon as he can. It feels a little weird to be back in classes, but the idea of being a hero helps ease any embarrassment that may be present. He wants to be a hero that people can go to, to be someone that his younger self would have looked up to.

#about #abuse tw #//allusions of at least

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