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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Kimetsu Daddies: Vol.1 ╝

Premise: Everyone has insecurities and parenting can certainly bring even more to the plate. Taking a trip to memory lane to the first days of his fatherhood journey makes Sanemi realize maybe he isn't half bad himself.

Word Count: 3639

Note: This is a prequel of sorts for my previous story "Liquid Sunshine" (which you can read here if you haven't yet), starting right after bonus chapter 2, but this is also the beginning of a new series as you might have guessed by the title change, lol. My love @huh01011 requested some smut to be added to this series, I must warn you all, I am not a smut writer, and there's not as much in it as I wanted it to be, but I tried to incorporate some in a way~ Also tagging pookie @cock-ainee who wanted to be tagged here ❤️

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Summer was a dreaded season in the Shinazugawa household.

The excessive moisture in the air made almost impossible to work the fields for the younger lads adding even more load to the already overworked Sanemi.

Sanehiko, who could stand such temperatures, was the only one able to aid his father with the animals and the fields as his beloved mother was feeling under the weather.

The last few weeks had been odd. After having such an eye opening conversation with the children, your mood had been sour, making Sanemi feel he had done something wrong.

Dealing with so many little ones, he assumed you were just a bit overwhelmed, baby Sae was still a very demanding baby and Senri, who just started walking on his own, has been climbing trees and running around like a madman, plenty of reasons to be a bit grouchy.

But that was far from reality.

“Sanehiko, where’s your mother?” Sanemi asked his eldest as he hauled the entire harvest of tomatoes on his back.

“Last time I saw her, she was cleaning her own puke near the bath.”

The sound of exploding tomatoes hitting the scorching hot ground made Sanehiko shudder at the thought of the lost produce, “WHAT? She was doing WHAT?”

“Ugh…she was…” the boy stuttered, his mother wont be pleased knowing some of the tomatoes were squashed down by his father’s annoyance and it was most definitely his fault…”She was…ummm…on the floor? Yes, she was on the floor, with a rag cleaning after her…” he smiled proudly, able to recount the facts with as much details as possible without sounding so aggravating.

“Why was she on the floor Sanehiko? Is your mother sick?” panic was written all over Sanemi’s face, if there’s something that terrifies him is the thought of ever loosing you.

Thinking back, Sanehiko realizes he isn’t even sure why his mother was in such predicament, making him feel worse for not stopping to help her, “Not sure father, Genma is the one in charge of mother…I had to come get the milk out on time…”

“Tch, bring the tomatoes inside.” without a second thought, Sanemi marched back inside the house, in search of his darling wife who seemed to be feeling even worse than he thought.

When he found you, Genma was rubbing your belly in soothing circles while you clutched a pillow close to your face, “Hey, my love…what’s wrong…?” his tone of voice was laced with honey, he hated seeing you in distress and he knew you’ve been struggling lately.

“Nemi…” your voice was so weak almost a whisper, he could barely hear you.

“Yes, baby tell me…” holding your hand, he crouched down beside you, giving your knuckles an adoring kiss.

“I-…another one is coming…”

“What do you mean, babe?” realization hit him hard, your pale face, the morning discomfort, lack of appetite, uncomfortable nights…”Oh….OH?…you’re pregnant again, my love??” his eyes went from imminent despair to happiness overload in a mater of seconds, making you chuckle.

“I think so yeah, pretty sure actually, Nemi…isn’t it too fast…? I…I honestly thought Sae would be the last one…at least for a while...”

“Do you not feel comfortable having more children, baby?” sadness could be heard in his voice, but he would respect your wishes, no matter what they were.

“It’s not that, my love…it’s just…my body is still tired, Sae is still breastfeeding, I guess this time is really taking a toll on me, that’s all. Of course I want to bring your babies to this world.” your gentle reassurance brought him back to life, you were all that mattered to him, his entire life, a gift he had been given, one he would protect at all cost.

Forgetting his tiny son was around is one of Sanemi’s traits now a days, Genma was listening to the entire thing, mauling things over in his little head silently while you held each other, his sister however, had been hiding under the window seal, also listening.

“Mama, what’s pr’gnant?” Remi climbed her way into the room through the window, quickly sitting beside Genma.

“It’s when mommy has a baby inside of her, angel.”

Genma gasped loudly, “You did this to her, didn’t you father?! That night! I knew it, you hurt her!”

“No, no baby. Your father didn’t hurt me…he gave us another member of our family, it’s just…you know summer is tough on me, my love, having a baby inside is harder at the beginning, I’ll be ok in a few weeks, I promise.”

Sanemi was speechless, he couldn’t believe his son kept insisting on him hurting you, like if that was actually a thing, he was incapable of hurting a single hair of your head and he would have thought his own son would know this.

“But mother! You shouldn’t have to be this sick! We are already so many in this house! I don’t want you to be sick! Please stop putting babies inside of her, father!” the toddler started wailing, his sister not completely understanding why he was in such distress, hugged him gently. “Mama is ok, nii-nii, don’t cry…”

Sanehiko came into the room when he heard his brother crying, Sae sleeping on his back while Senri was holding his hand, “Genma? What’s wrong?”

“Mama ate a baby and he’s sad…”

“She what?” this time Senri was the one who started crying, his sister’s words scaring the hell out of him.

“I’m pregnant again, love. That’s all.”

“Oh yeah, I thought so. We heard you after all, that’s just how it works, right father?” Sanemi just nodded absentmindedly, while he was happy with the news, he started questioning his fathering skills lately. Genma clearly doesn’t trust him and even thinks he’s capable of hurting his mother, what could possibly led him to think that way? Was he a good father even? He knows he’s strict, having to provide for such a large family isn’t easy, discipline is needed, but he loves his children and he thought they knew it…

Getting up from his spot beside you without saying a word, he walked outside of the house and up a small hill he goes to when he needs to think. Contemplating his own mistakes was more daunting that he ever imagined, memories of Genma’s constant terrified face hunting him.

Sanehiko left the babies in your care and ran after his dad, “Father, are you ok? Mother looked worried…Is the baby sick?”

“No…no, the baby is fine…is your brother who worries me..”

“You mean Genma? Or Senri?” he plopped beside his dad, both had the exact same pose, legs crossed, a half scowl on their faces, it was like seeing himself in a mirror, just that without scars.

“Genma…”

Nodding, Sanehiko let out a sigh, he understands his dad’s predicament, Genma isn’t a difficult kid, he is actually quite a sunshine, but he is obsessed with his own mother and that makes Sanemi’s odds against him most of the times.

“He stopped crying already, father. It’s not that he doesn’t want another sibling, he just doesn’t like it when mother is sick. This time she really is in bad shape though, is it the heat again?”

“Yeah…heat has always been hard on her, specially when she’s in her first trimester…” that made Sanehiko think, none of his siblings had been in that part of pregnancy during summer, not that he can remember at least. “Really? Was it Genma?”

“No, it was you actually…” the memory of you throwing your guts out of the window during summer nights made a faint smile grace his lips.

“Was I a difficult baby, father?” Sanemi’s smile just kept growing with the memories, “Not at all, you were the quietest of all, a true gift…”

Sanehiko had never seen his father this soft before, it felt oddly comforting knowing he was talking about him just now. “Did I give mother a hard time then? I feel like we’ve never talked about this before…”

It was crazy, but true. Having to run a farm kept you both very busy and the more babies came, the harder its been to just sit down with your eldest and have a nice chat.

“We were young and inexperienced when you came to this world. For the longest time we thought you were a virus because she couldn’t eat a single thing without puking…” a soft chuckle left his lips as he remembers those sleepless nights of him rubbing your back until you could fall asleep on his lap, holding you while the moon shone above you, illuminating your beautiful face. Those days were quiet, nothing like the ones you have today, and honestly, he kind of misses them. Having you all to himself all day, all night…the intimacy and love remains, but there’s limitations to what he can or cannot do now.

Sanehiko chuckled along shaking his head, a clear image of his mother being painted by his father. “How did you guys know it was me and not a virus then?”

“Hmmmm…after a lot of arguing, I threw your mother over my shoulder and took her to see the doctor downtown, she wasn’t eating and it was making me anxious…”

“You're just like Genma, father.”

“Huh? What do you mean just like Genma? He’s the least similar to me from all your siblings.”

He shook his head, smiling “He’s just like you, father. Mother yawns and one of you is right by her side with a blanket, she coughs and there’s fresh tea in front of her in seconds. She makes a slight noise and the entire house is checking on her, those are the Shinazugawa genes, father, they come from you.”

Maybe he was right, maybe he and Genma had more in common that he thought, getting the child to see that would be harder though.

“So, you took mother to the doctor. What’d he say?” this is the first time Sanehiko has story time with his father since he’s a little kid, it made him feel fuzzy inside and wanted to hear more of his upbringing.

Sanemi seeing his interest, turned to face him with a grin on his face, “Then he tells us she isn’t sick but round and full with our first child. I still remember that day like it was yesterday, man was I happy…”

“You were happy because I was inside of mother?” he wasn’t expecting to hear that, while he knows his father loves getting his mother pregnant, he isn’t one to celebrate or smile like that.

“Of course! There was nothing I wanted more back then than to see your mother stuffed full with my child. I can’t expect you to understand this yet, but there is nothing better than knowing a piece of you lives inside the woman you love…”

“A piece of you…am I a piece of you, father?”

“Damn straight you are, son. Half of me, half of your beautiful mother, the result of our never ending love…”

“I’m the result of your love…” Sanehiko has never felt this loved before, his parents are usually very caring and understanding, but hearing his stoic father saying such a thing made his eyes fill up with tears.

“You really love mother, don’t you father?”

“More than I could ever thought possible, son…” Sanemi’s smile was pure, soft, love could be felt from the air around him, it was palpable.

“And…us?” while he was scared of asking, he knew his father loved him, yet somehow he needed validation.

“I love every single one of you with all my heart. Even when it doesn’t seem like it.”

Sanehiko scooted closer, wrapping his arms around his father in a way to comfort his aching heart, “We know you do.” resting his cheek on his son’s fluffy hair, they stay there in silence, until you called out for your eldest for help.

Sanemi decided to stay a little longer contemplating life once more.

Thinking about the days when you two were younger and so very much in love brought a permanent smile to his face.

Sanehiko’s arrival was indeed the peak of his lifetime.

When you agreed to let him move with you to the farm for good, it took just a couple of hours before he had you pinned to the bathroom wall, this time without clothes in between, marks of his passion for you littering your beautiful silky skin, those gorgeous lips parted for him and screaming his name as he rammed into you nonstop, quite the memory really.

And it continued for a while, every day and night the growing needs to posses you, to fill you up with his essence, was overbearing. He needed the world to see you were claimed, to see you were his and his alone, that every single bit of skin on that beautiful body of yours was his, that your heart and all your love within it was exclusively just for him.

Memories of your face contouring with pleasure as he sucked on your perfect perky breasts like it was his last meal, the screams leaving your pretty lips and carrying his name through the wind every time he pushed himself within you as deep as he could and then some. The heat inside of you squeezing him dry, then making him hard once again at how good it felt to have you cum around his aching manhood, at how tightly you clenched around him with your core, holding onto him like if your life depended on it. He truly misses those days when his name echoed in every single wall of the house, your melodic moans and the sound of your heavy breathing all that could be heard for miles.

But when he held his first child in his arms, his world got upside down. He just didn’t know what to do with himself.

While he had witnessed all the birthing of his siblings, he had never felt such a bond before. The way Sanehiko’s eyes were barely open, how he held to his large manly thumb for dear life and hugged it to sleep, how he would snuggle on his chest and just lay there for hours just changed him.

You were his angel, his wife, the woman he loved from almost the moment he met you. A true gift from the heavens, but this baby…this little human in his arms….he was the outcome of your passion, of your fierce love for one another, he held all your dreams, your future, this tiny little thing who fit in his palm was the reason you both lived to that day, he was your anchor, the very core of your family, your reason to get up every day and make a living out of that devastated farm.

Sanehiko meant hope, joy, love. His first child, the one he so wished to have, his pride.

While he thought you’d be pregnant right after Sanehiko was born, because being real, he had his way between your legs daily; Genma didn’t come for a while.

You had time to bond with your first child, get to know him, play with him, teach him how to tend the animals. Being a parent isn’t easy, a first born gets to experience all the ‘firsts’ after all, but overall the learning experience helped you both create patterns for the future babes. While none of the kids were alike, at least it gave you a foundation already stablished to raise your children, and it worked quite well. Until lately, that is.

The heat was finally dimming down a little signalizing the day was coming to an end, the need to check on you being more significant than the dread he felt of facing Genma.

Heading inside the house he noticed Sanehiko was reading a story to the younger kids, Remi being already asleep on his leg. The sight made him smile, memories of little newborn Sanehiko still fresh in his mind.

In your room, Genma was still looking a bit sulky but you looked way better, lunch already gone from your system.

“Hey beautiful…felling better?” he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You’re normally not as physically affectionate in front of the children, but you could feel your man needing comfort.

“I am, baby. Don’t worry, our child is going to be as healthy as the rest, of that I’m sure. You know the heat hunts me when I’m pregnant…” your soft giggles made him smile, “Yeah I was telling Sanehiko that story earlier, how you’d puke every night and could only sleep on my lap…” his smile turned to a smirk, his lips finding your neck to give it a little nip.

“Mmmmm yeah…good old times…we need to time babies better so I never have to spend another first trimester in summer again though…” groaning you turned your head to bury your face in his soft hair, his natural scent was just so comforting, it made you feel better almost immediately.

“Yeah, I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to…” his soft tone and apology startled Genma, he’s rarely ever heard his father saying his sorry for anything, let alone be this gentle.

“I’m just as guilty of this as you are, my love. You don’t need to apologize. On the contrary, thank you for giving me another treasure…” the feeling of your soft nose buried in his hair was making him feel so emotional. Earlier he had felt like he sucked at being a parent but after bonding over it with Sanehiko and reminiscing of the time he was born, he just feels so complete…

“Thank you, babe…without you…I wouldn’t….I…I don’t know what I’d do or where I’d be without you…” his words were chocked up, Genma was still in shock, he could feel the emotional state of his broken father filling up the air.

“Father…are you ok…?” Genma held onto Sanemi’s leg, hugging it with his tiny body. It’s been a while since he feels his toddler’s warmth.

“I am son, thank you for asking.”

“Father…I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier, I don’t understand this baby thing very well…but I know you wouldn’t hurt mother now…” Sanemi’s heart grew three sizes, he didn’t know he needed to hear this so badly, but turns out he did.

“You know? Sanehiko told me earlier that you’re very similar to me…that your obsession with your mother is all my fault for being your father…” that made you laugh, while it is true, it’s kind of ridiculous.

“You two are very similar that’s true, loving, gentle, big hearted sweethearts and gorgeous babes~” the last part made Genma fall into a crazy fit of giggles.

“Mother, how was I as a baby? I know Nii-chan was very attached to father, was I always attached to you?”

“Well yes, you’ve always been very much a mama’s boy…but when you were born…God…I had to line up to get some time with you, your father would hog you away and keep you all to himself all the time, even Sanehiko was jealous back then!”

“I did not hog our child, ok? I was just…happy…” Genma’s little ears turned bright pink, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You were happy because I looked like my uncle?” while that was part of it originally, it wasn’t just that, he truly had a wonderful bond with his sons, he was happy to welcome a new one after so long, Sanehiko was already a toddler back then and having such a cute little baby coddled up on his chest would make his heart sing every time.

“No, when you were born you were bald, we didn’t even know you would have dark hair.” that was a lie, but it made the child glow with happiness, being cared for just for his similarities to his uncle is something he’s feared his whole life.

“Bald? I didn’t know I was an ugly baby!”laughing wildly, Sanemi lets go of your waist to pick his son up in his arms, “Nah you were the cutest baby I’ve ever laid eyes on…”

“Cuter than Sae? She’s real cute, father…” his little hands wrapped around Sanemi’s head, his cute tiny nose nuzzling the side of his face as he giggles happily, this sort of affection normally reserved just for you, made Sanemi think he might have been finally forgiven by his son.

“Oh she is, alright, she looks just like your mama. But you…your eyes were so full of love even when you were a day old…I’ll never forget the first time you smiled at us…We knew we were blessed that day…” Genma has never been this clingy with Sanemi, but it felt just right, it reminded him of a young Genya clinging onto him for support and for comfort, days that had been long forgotten, days he holds dear in his heart, those days filled with nothing but happiness, those came back thanks to you, thanks to the beautiful family you two were able to build based on love and trust.

Being a father isn’t easy, and six is indeed a very large number, but he would do it all over again as many times as needed just to see the smile in your face every time they’re around.

“But father, are you going to explain me now how does the baby pee work? Can you make more when she has a baby inside already? Do they line up? Or do you like turn it off? I’ve been smelling your tea, I didn’t notice anything different, I still want to know what you need to drink to make babies…”

“Oh god…not again…”

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berrythep4nda · 3 months ago

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Earthbound

I've put this in my draft for ages, its layered in dust by now

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I'll write up something ASAP!! It's part of a series, so maybe I'll just post a snippet of it

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 1 year ago

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Very Legitimate and Heterosexual Reasons

by infraredphaeton

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Wayne Munson Additional Tags: POV Outsider, Recreational Lying, Hospitals, Secret Relationship, Period-Typical Homophobia, Post-Season/Series 03, POV Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Protective Eddie Munson, One Shot Words: 2,862 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

After all the fuss at Starcourt, the EMT ask for their emergency contacts, and the name Steve gives is not one Robin recognises. She's like, 90 percent sure there are no 'Wayne's in the Harrington family tree. And what the fuck is Eddie Munson doing here? - OR Steve gives Wayne's number to the paramedics, because his boyfriend's uncle at least cares if he has a concussion. He doesn't expect Wayne and Eddie to actually show up and give a shit about him.

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horijion · 2 years ago

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lisbeththefirst · 18 days ago

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Part 2 of my current work. I making progress

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magiccath · 2 months ago

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This Again?

........................................ Yours, Stardust Pt. 2 Pt. 1 here

Word count: 4,495

The Doctor was in your house.

A home that you had carefully crafted in the absence of him. A house that no matter how hard you tried still showed reminders of him - the bright blue colour of your front door, the photos of your travels together hidden away in the attic, and the tiny toy police box you bought from a toy store back when Rose was born. No matter how much you hated, mourned, or resented him over the years you couldn’t purge your life of him. He was inextricably woven into your very being. The Doctor wasn’t just something you forgot or even moved on from.

You’d made peace knowing that you’d never see him again, especially not with this face. Didn’t his face change? He’d told you that years ago, long before it all went down. Yet here he was, sporting the same face you saw almost 16 years ago. At least he was kind enough to have aged in that time, it made you feel a little better about the smile lines that dotted the corners of your eyes.

None of that explained why he was back, let alone running down your stairs as if his arse was on fire. He jumped over the last step, his filthy white trainers landing on your carpet. Seconds later, Donna ran after him, followed by Rose, Sylvia, and inevitably Shaun.

It wasn’t unusual for the Noble-Temple family to burst into your house unannounced. In fact, it was quite common. Rose often came over for a quick nibble or to show you her latest creation. The Doctor, however, did not make home visits a habit. At least, he hadn’t back when you had known him. Then again, you hadn’t seen him in over a decade, and now he was in your sitting room. For all you knew, he did nothing but make house visits now. A lot could change in 16 years.

Yet, he bounced between his feet, anxiously wiggling his hands at his sides, just like he always used to. The Doctor had never been very good at sitting still. Perhaps he hadn’t changed that much.

Even if they were just popping in for a visit (which the Doctor had never done in his long life), why hadn’t they just used the door? How had they even gotten into your house? A brief image of the Doctor sliding down your chimney like Father Christmas jumped into your mind and you had to bite back a laugh.

A quiet squeak came from behind Rose, quickly making you aware of the small, mop-like creature at her feet. Whatever it was, it looked like a cross between a gremlin and one of those big-eyed Beanie Boos Rose had been obsessed with when she was little. As far as you knew, your niece’s creations hadn’t moved on to animatronics, but she was constantly surprising you.

“Can I have the keys?” the Doctor asks Shaun, pulling you out of your messy thought spiral. Without hesitation, Shaun tossed the Doctor his car keys. The Time Lord effortlessly captured them in his slender fingers.

Your mind flashed back, the Doctor’s hand closed around the keyring reminding you of when he gave you your set of keys to the TARDIS. He’d tossed them at you without much warning, resulting in the single key falling to the floor. You still had that key, you could never bring yourself to get rid of it. It had been moved from your keyring, it’s not like you had used it in the past decade, but you still held onto it.

A loud crash erupted from the other side of your sitting room wall, the one that faced Donna’s house. You shot her a questioning glance, raising a single eyebrow. Shortly after, a series of booms and crashes came from the street, causing your eyebrow to rise even further. Before Donna could even open her mouth to explain the Doctor was speaking in that rushed, authoritative voice of his.

“Go, go, go,” he rambled, bouncing back and forth on his feet, hastily ushering the Noble-Temples out of your house. As quickly as they came into your home, they ran out of it.

Before you could fully think it through, you were following Donna out the door. Blindly, you allowed yourself to be ushered into Shaun’s cab with the rest of the family.

On the street, quite literally in front of your house, aliens were fighting. You just narrowly dodged a laser beam, ducking as it whooshed over your head. With your hands over your head, as if that would protect you at all, you sprinted to Shaun’s shiny black taxi.

You crawled into the passenger’s seat, Donna’s family squeezing into the backseat, which certainly wasn’t meant to house four full-sized humans and one woolly animatronic. Unceremoniously, Rose lifted the mop-like creature up and into her lap.

“Meep Meep!” it squeaked, shuffling in her lap.

“Oh my god,” Donna panted, fumbling to buckle her seatbelt, her hands obviously trembling.

The Doctor rushed into the seat next to you, plopping down in the driver’s seat. For a split second, he fumbled with the keys, struggling to slide them into the ignition. Silently, you helped him, putting the key in with ease.

For a brief second, your eyes caught each other and time seemed to stop. For whatever odd, impossible reason, the Doctor was back. You had forgotten how familiar the Doctor’s eyes were to you - the mere sight of them felt like coming home. As much as he might change, his eyes were always the same.

A shot slightly rattled the cab of the car, causing the Doctor to snap back into action. He forced his eyes from you and threw the gearshift into drive, wasting no time driving away from the battlefield taking place on the street. He drove in silence, the tension in the car thick.

“You did it!” Shaun chuckled from the back.

“Either we escaped... or we've got things very, very wrong,” the Doctor murmured, more to himself than anyone else in the car. You could practically see the gears turning in his head.

It was inconvenient enough that the Doctor had somehow ended up back in Donna’s life, all the while trying to help her without inadvertently burning up her mind. On top of it all, of course, there had to be a bloodthirsty alien creature plotting to burn a hole through central London. As if all of that wasn’t enough for the Doctor to handle at once, you had to be there too.

After millennia away from you, one would think that the Doctor would have taken the time to sort out his feelings about how the two of you left things. Then again, the Time Lord had never been the kind to do that.

A part of him knew that he would see you, it was practically inevitable at this point. Wherever Donna was, you were never farther than a few steps behind. Even still, there was no preparing him for seeing you again.

Time had been anything but kind to the doctor. He’d cycled through multiple faces, half a dozen companions, weathered the Flux, and somehow came out the other side alive (not that he was any better for it). There was never an end to the trials and tribulations that he had been through. Perhaps that was his curse.

Yet, here he was, once again putting the lives of those he loved most in danger. When would it stop?

The very last thing he wanted was for you to follow him into the Dagger Drive control room. That was until he saw Donna trailing in after you, which was admittedly worse.

“Chamber deadlocked,” the PA alarmed, the robotic voice echoing around the room. The door slid shut with a loud thud, effectively trapping the three of you in the control room. However, the Doctor seemed to be the only one worried by this change of events.

“No, no no!” he snapped, tugging anxiously at his hair. “I told you to go - both of you!”

Upon hearing his words, you cast a glance behind you, your face suddenly falling as your eyes landed on Donna. “I told you to go with Shaun!” you told her, distraught.

“When have I ever not followed you?” Donna quipped, more than ready to argue with you over this.

“Never mind,” the Doctor groaned, waving his hand vaguely before resuming his frantic running around the room. “I’ve got this… totally got this. All under control. You just stay there - Don’t move this time, please.”

The Doctor ran around the control room desperately trying to shut down the ship before it killed half of Chiswick. He had managed greater feats - there had been a Christmas once when he stopped the Titanic from crashing into Buckingham Palace. He had saved civilizations, destroyed planets, fought wars, and changed history. If it meant saving the two of you, he could somehow manage to figure a way out of this.

“Star launch in five minutes,” the ship’s announcing system informed. The Doctor let out a quiet curse, slamming a nearby button a little harder than needed.

“It’s not often that something catches your attention for longer than five minutes,” you had once said to him, watching him work on the TARDIS circuitry in the dead of night. “Most things bore you in half that time.”

“Deadlock sealed”, the computer chirped, its AI voice somehow managing to sound condescending. “Damnit!” the Doctor groans, harshly blowing on his currently smoking Sonic Screwdriver. It wasn’t important right now, he could just build a new one. All that mattered right now was-

You placed a hesitant hand on his arm, the contact instantly silencing his racing thoughts. He looked down at you, your eyes catching. For the first time in a long time, the Doctor truly felt things could be okay. The world around them faded, the impending doom of it all falling away until all that was left was you - his stardust.

“What’s that mean, deadlock?” Donna asked, yanking him back to the present, back to the chaotic state of affairs before him.

“Nothing. I can do it by hand.” He was the last of the Time Lords, he could shut down a simple dagger drive on his own. He could do this, he had to do this. If he couldn’t find a way to fix this, he would lose you again. The realisation that he might not be able to survive it a second time spurred him into action. He couldn’t lose you again.

With unbridled energy, he raced around the control room, practically flying up the walls and hurling himself from one side of the small space to another. Before he was able to do anything more than switch on the parking brake, the ship’s comm system droned on again. “Maxifold bisecting. Double Dagger Drive installed and initiating.”

The Doctor let out a loud and frustrated groan, still throwing himself back and forth like an over-caffeinated ping-pong ball.

A screen descended from the ceiling, sectioning off the room. He worked around it for as long as he could, sliding back and forth across the floor. The effort was mostly useless as the divider eventually lowered, hitting the floor with an unsettlingly definitive thump.

“That’s okay. I can do it. Half the room, that’s fine,” he said, once more tugging at his hair. His eyes darted between you and Donna, both sectioned off on the opposite side of the room.

Deep in his hearts he knew it was a lie. There was no feasible way for him to stop this with only one side of the room. It seemed unfair that after all of your adventures together, it would end this way. Not burning to death in Pompeii, not the Vashta Nerada, not even a whole swarm of Daleks. Instead, you would die from something as simple as his own inability to save you.

“Let me help,” Donna said, the last words that he wanted to hear from her right now because she could. It would only cost her life, something he wasn’t ever willing to barter.

“No! You can’t get involved,” he grumbled, bouncing back and forth on his feet. There had to be another way, there was always another way.

“Tell me what to do,” you said softly, locking your eyes with his.

“The switches, the blue ones at the top, flick them all down.” he rasped, his voice defeatist. There wasn’t enough time for him to explain all of the controls to you. He could maybe get you through a quarter of them before the Dagger Drive took off, burning up all of Chiswick in the wake.

“Ignition is 230,” the ship’s system announced.

“We’re out of time,” the Doctor snapped, tugging at his hair again.

“Don’t do that,” you tapped the thick pane of glass separating you, pulling his eyes to yours. “Tell me what to do, okay?” you practically pleaded. The Doctor hated the fear in your eyes, hated that what he was about to do was the reason for it.

“There’s only one thing left,” he murmured, dropping his gaze from you. He couldn’t bear to look at you, not while he even considered sacrificing Donna’s life.

“Well then, do it,” Donna snapped in her usual manner, “Hurry up and do it. What are you waiting for?”

The Doctor looked down at the floor, the familiar sting of tears pricking the back of his eyes. “I think… all that coincidence was heading here, to save London from burning. Because you and I can stop this ship,” the Doctor said, his voice shaky with emotion. “Together,” he said regretfully, locking eyes with Donna.

“Oh,” was all Donna had to say in response.

“Doctor, don’t. Not again,” you pleaded, desperately trying to get him to look at you again. He hated that it had come down to this. Even more, he hated that he had to let you down again.

“It will kill you,” the Doctor continued, forcing his eyes away from you and back to Donna.

“Okay,” Donna inhaled sharply.

“You’ll die,” the Doctor said, his voice cracking. Was this who he was now? Sad, vulnerable, emotional, a hollow shell of a Time Lord?

“My daughter is down there. And it’s not just Rose, it's nine million people,” she pleaded. Her eyes were filled with tears, wide and begging. She looked just like she did all of those years ago, begging the Doctor to save just one person from the destruction of Pompeii.

The world may have changed a hundred times over, but Donna Noble never would.

“Who cares about me?” Donna shrugged. She seemed so indifferent to the idea, utterly unbothered by the idea of her own demise.

“I do!” the Doctor snapped, his voice reverberating around the small space. Then once again, but quieter, “I do.”

“Why? I’m just no one.”

“Donna, don’t” you whispered from the floor, your voice strained. The Doctor wondered how many times you had corrected her over the years. “She needs someone to remind her that she’s brilliant. Someone she will listen to.” Maybe after all of these years, she still did.

“I’m no one,” Donna said again, her words strained.

“No, no you’re not!” the Doctor cried. After all of these years, how could she still not see it? She would always be indisposable.

“Why does it have to be this?!” he cried, a look of despondence settling on his face.

It was nothing new, not after the past few thousand years full of loss. Why did it always seem to end this way? The Ponds, River, Clara, Bill… he’d failed them all. And now he was going to do the same to you two, the very last people he had ever wanted to fail.

He’d waited for years to see you again. There had been so many times that he had wanted to, countless nights that he had to stop himself from just parking the TARDIS on your front lawn. It wasn’t fair to you; nothing that he had ever done was.

“Westerly. Pelican. Dreams,” he started, his voice strained and dejected.

“Please don’t do this,” you cried, “Please, I need her, Doctor. I need her.”

“Tornado. Clifftops. Adante,” he continued, clenching his eyes shut like the action might make it all go away.

“Grief. Fingerprint. Susurration,” he powered through, trying his best to ignore you. He wasn’t entirely sure that he could watch you go through his again. He wasn’t even sure he could do it himself.

The words started to register for Donna, the pieces snapping into place. He could practically see the moment that her mind unlocked, all of the knowledge of the Time Lords flooding back into her brain.

“Sparrow,” they said together, and the Doctor knew there was no going back now. “Dance. Mexico.”

“Binary, binary, binary,” Donna stuttered. She had the exact same intonation she had when her mind started to burn up the first time.

Just like she did sixteen years ago, Donna Noble blazed brighter than any star. The room flooded with regeneration energy, the bright golden light bleeding into the space around her. It was impossible to look away, even if the Doctor’s eyes stung from the brightness. For a few glorious moments, she burned brilliantly.

As quickly as it had started, it stopped. Like turning on a switch, Donna snapped out of it, the regeneration energy dissipating around her. Her body relaxed, all of the tension easing away. Then, with practised ease, she flicked her bangs out of her eyes, steeling the Doctor with a gaze he long knew meant he was in serious trouble.

“I gave away my money,” she snarled.

Faintly, the Doctor heard you let out a sharp chuckle.

“Right, but are you okay?” he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Donna pointedly ignored his question and continued, “I gave away all my money! And do you know why, Doctor? I gave it away to be like you,” she spoke quickly, not allowing the Doctor to get a word in edgewise. He stood there awkwardly, opening and closing his mouth like a fish as she continued chewing him out for something he hadn’t even realised was his fault.

“So I could be kind, so I could be nice, so I could be helpful! I had a subconscious infractaneous retrofold memory loop making me act as soft as you and give away one hundred and sixty-six million pounds!”

The Doctor couldn’t help but think that this was the Donna he knew - the Donna that he loved. It made him realise just how much he missed her, even if she spent most of her time yelling at him over trivial things. The constant spats over who got to pick where they went for the day, or who left the dirty mug in the kitchen sink. He missed it more than he had ever realised.

“Yes, Donna but… destruction of London?” He ventured, knowing from experience that she could go on like this for hours. Once, Donna had engaged in an hour-long one-sided conversation with a cat she was convinced the Doctor was stuck inside of.

“Oh, I’ll show you destruction, mate! I will triple-drive the particle manifesto, overstep the umbilical feed, vindicate the cyberline and roast the hyperfeeds. Like this!” she said with gusto, dramatically flicking a switch by her hip.

As much as it killed him to watch her mind slowly die, the Doctor couldn’t deny how magnificent it was to see Donna shine her brightest. For 55 glorious seconds, the Doctor and Donna conquered the world, best friends reunited at last.

You felt a grand sense of peace, finally watching the two of them reunited again. In the last decade, you had seen the Doctor in all of the places that he should be. It felt almost surreal to see him like this again, staring at Donna like she had hung the stars. Silently, you watched the two of them, a small smile playing on your face.

In one fell swoop, Donna flicked a row of switches off all at once, causing the circuit board to burst into flames. “Ignition reverse,” the computer chirped, announcing their triumph in a monotone voice.

“It worked,” the Doctor laughed, smiling brightly at Donna. She was back, and that was all that mattered. But then she started to sag, all of the energy draining out of her as her mind slowly burned up.

“No, no, no!” he rasped under his breath. The glass partition slowly rose and he scurried over to Donna’s side, catching her in his arms as she sank to the floor.

“We did it,” he whispered to her, wrapping her even tighter in his arms. “She’s safe, you saved her.”

You sank to your knees in front of them, gathering the fabric of Donna’s sleeve in your fist, holding onto her with white knuckles. It wasn’t fair, none of it was. You had just gotten them both back, things were finally the way that they should have always been and now she was dying.

“Why did this face come back?” Donna whispered weakly.

For a brief second, the Doctor looked at you, his eyes catching yours. “I don’t know,” he murmured before looking back down at Donna.

“To say goodbye?” Donna asked.

Perhaps that was it. If only for a minute, the Doctor got to hold his best friend one last time. They got to save the world together one last time. As Donna Noble started to fade, he got to hold her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her like it might shield her from the cruelty of the universe.

For hundreds of thousands of years, he had loved and he had lost. But none of it would ever compare to how he felt about her. As tears slipped from his eyes, he planted one final kiss on her forehead. He wasn’t ready to bury another companion.

Your hand moved from Donna’s shirt, desperately lacing your fingers with the Doctor’s. You clung to him like a lifeline, your fingers digging into the flesh of his palm. This wasn’t how any of it was supposed to go.

The door to the control room slid open and hypnotised UNIT soldiers rushed into the room, their guns trained directly at you. “We have orders to kill you.”

“Do what you want,” the Doctor shook his head. “Just… Don’t hurt her,” he murmured, his hand tightening around yours. He couldn’t lose both of you, it would kill him.

The soldiers raised their guns, taking deadly aim. Before they could fire, they froze. Suddenly, the hypnotic trance was lifted, the psychedelic sun energy draining from their eyes. It rose into the air in thin tendrils of technicolour.

“What?” the Doctor frowned in confusion. Similarly, your eyes darted around in confusion.

Donna raised her head from the Doctor’s chest just to parrot his “What?”

“You’re not dead?” The Doctor’s attention snapped back to Donna.

“But how?” Donna asked warily, slowly sitting up.

The intercom clicked on and Rose’s voice rang through the control room. “Mum! Can you hear me? Mum! Doctor! I think it's safe for you to come down now.”

“Rose?” Donna whispered, still confused.

The pieces snapped into place for the Doctor. He snapped his fingers like he always did when an idea hit him. “Too much power for one person, but you had a child, and the metacrisis passed down. A shared inheritance.”

“You’re fine?” you asked, running your hands down Donna’s arms. “You’re fine.” You murmured, more to yourself than to her.

Donna nodded, sliding your hands into hers.

“Don’t do that again,” you exhaled shakily, throwing your arms around her. You clung to your best friend like a lifeline, your hands tangled in the soft fabric of her striped jumper. For a brief moment, you lived in a world without Donna Noble and now you were positive that you never wanted to do that again.

“I’ll try my best,” Donna chuckled, hugging you back.

For the first time since 2007, you stepped back into the TARDIS. The inside had changed, much more than the Doctor had in the time you had been gone. The last time you had been aboard the ship, there had been coral-like branches around the perimeter, framing the rustic steampunk mess of a console. Now, the room was expansive, framed by smooth white curves that descended in ramped coils.

It was cleaner and more sterile. You had a sickly feeling that you could spill coffee all over the place and it would leave a permanent stain, the dark liquid steeping into the stark white everything.

Almost as if reading your thoughts, the Doctor handed you a steaming mug of coffee, the cup the same bright white as the rest of the ship. It felt like slipping back into old habits - coexisting in practised ease, knowing what the other needed even before they knew themselves.

You took a careful sip of the beverage and were pleasantly surprised to find it was exactly to your liking.

“Cream, yeah?” he said, looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah,” you smiled softly, your eyes lingering on his a moment too long. You saw his eyes soften, his expression relaxing. Then, it was over and he was back in action.

“Cold milk?” He checks with Donna, already handing her a mug that matched the one you were holding.

“Careful, this is how I lost my last job,” Donna laughs, taking the mug. “Spilled coffee on the computer.

The Doctor hummed softly in agreement, reverently running a hand over the sleek edge of the console. “I really do remember, though,” He said softly. “ Every second with you. Both of you.” His eyes darted up to yours and you felt your heart leap into your chest. “I’m glad you're back, ‘cause it killed me. It killed me, it killed me, it killed me.”

“We can have more days, can’t we? I mean, why is it such a big goodbye with you?” Donna replied.

Your heart ached, remembering the last time that you had to tell the Doctor goodbye. It was all or nothing with him, and neither you nor Donna could give him everything anymore. She had Rose and you… Well, you knew better.

“Like now. Here we are, having a coffee. What's going to go wrong?” Donna continues.

“Don’t say th-” you squeak, only to be cut off as Donna gestures wildly, tossing coffee directly onto the console. Immediately, it bursts into flames.

“I did it again!” Donna cries as the console starts sparking and the time rotor makes a clearly displeased whine.

A spark flies off the burning mess that used to be the console, landing on your hand. You hiss and pull back, examining the small burn. At the same time, the TARDIS decides to start up, hurling the three of you into space while burning up.

A/N: I wish I was joking when I said I actually crashed my car, so sorry for the late chapter (I swear, it's like a fanfic curse or something)

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dvrtrblhr · 2 years ago

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grief and regret

Gustave (Gilbert) is an unpopular character, I know. But, honestly... I don't care much... I don't have to like a character to enjoy how much he adds to the story and to the other (more loveable) characters' development. Which is why he has such an important role in my fic.

#fire emblem #fe3h #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #gilbert pronislav #gustave eddie dominic #fire emblem: three houses #fe16 #my art #part of a series #of miserable dimitri and gustave pics lol

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grodenprins · 11 months ago

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The picture never drops, It's like a multicolored snapshot ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Young Royals in my photo album _ pt3

Young Royals 1x03 _ snapshot 💜

#wilmon #young royals #crown prince wilhelm #simon and wilhelm #edvin ryding #prince wilhelm #omar rudberg #simon eriksson #yr s1 #parents day #Erik #sara eriksson #sara #linda #part of a series

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p1nqu3 · 9 months ago

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to ask for help 🌘

closeups and palette inspo after cut

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gothamite-rambler · 12 days ago

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Jason's days in the league of assassin's with toddler Damian (1 y.o.)

In the dead of night, baby Damian cried alone in his crib, haunted by a terrifying nightmare. No one had come to check on him and sadly, this was a common occurrence, as Ra’s didn't want Talia coddling the child too much. Jason, who had long since stopped fearing Ra’s refused to follow the old man's orders.

When he heard the baby's cries echoing down the hall Jason rushed to Damian’s bedroom. He entered quietly and instinctively scooped up the trembling child.

Jason (comforting the baby): Hey, you're okay. Don’t cry, you’re not in danger.

Baby Damian sniffled, wiping his tear-stained eyes.

Jason (rubbing Damian's cheek): Had a bad dream?

Damian, seeming to understand the question, nodded, babbling and crying. Though he was just a baby and Jason couldn’t decipher what nightmares his brother had, it was bad enough to see the child trembling in fear.

Jason: Yeah, I had a few bad dreams when I first got here. Night terrors, is a better word. They were awful, zombies, clowns, a guy in a batsuit, a demon woman, symbolic stuff. What does a baby have nightmares about?

He knew he was mostly talking to himself, but holding the scared little one softened his heart. Raising his foster father's secret love child wasn’t part of his plan for this new life, but right now, Damian was young and innocent, certainly not a brat, at least not yet.

Jason: Whatever it is, it’s got you trembling. I got you, don't mind staying here for a few minutes.

He gently wiped Damian’s tears while cradling him, pacing around the room. His rhythmic footsteps seemed to soothe the infant.

Jason: I don’t like that they just let you holler in a dark room until you tire yourself to sleep. Especially when I know those assholes are awake! Don’t say “asshole” Damian.

Damian babbled softly, staring at the ceiling. The tears hadn’t stopped, even with Jason’s comforting presence. Jason slowly paced around the room, keeping Damian in his arms.

Jason (speaking softly as he paced): I remember when I was little, my stepmom, before she was heavily addicted to drugs, used to come into my room and sing to me. She loved Elvis. I was more into Jimi Hendrix, but we got along despite this. Crazy, right?

Jason chuckled softly at the memory, though Damian didn’t quite understand why.

Jason: Sorry, went off-topic. She always sang the same song. She wasn’t the best singer, but it helped get me back to sleep... she had such a gentle singing voice. I remember the lyrics to this day. Maybe they’ll help you, or if not, you can just puke on me.

He glanced at the open bedroom door, then quietly walked backward and closed it, if he was going to sing to a baby in the castle of an assassin, he wanted some privacy.

Jason (in a tender singing voice): Wise men say, "Only fools rush in"… But I can't help… falling in love with you…

He picked up Damian’s baby blanket, gently wiping away tears as he sang.

Jason (continuing): Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you?

Damian looked up at his big brother, his expression blank at first, which made Jason pause for a moment.

Jason (softly, doubtful): I’m not the best singer. You probably—

Damian reached up suddenly, placing his tiny hand on Jason’s cheek. Though he couldn’t speak, through his soft, trusting eyes, Jason understood, he wanted him to stay and sing.

Jason settled into a rocking chair in the room, gently rocking Damian until sleep claimed him.

Jason (singing again): Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling, so it goes… some things are meant to be... Take my hand, take my whole life, too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.

Damian’s eyelids fluttered closed, his breathing slowing as the panic from earlier faded away, replaced by the comfort of sleep.

Jason: You know, I kill people. But I’m surprisingly good with kids. Is that ironic? Or am I just… an anti-hero? To be fair, I only kill the bad guys. Not you, though.

He booped Damian’s nose, making him giggle softly.

Jason (continuing to rock him): Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone this happened, and you don’t let slip that… I’m starting to like you.

He sighed quietly, accepting that he might not be able to train Damian into a little assassin of his own parents. Damian still had a chance at a decent life. Though he’d turned cold to the world, Jason knew he wanted to be there for his little brother, until Damian grew into the mischievous kid then it'd be acceptable to pick on his little brother.

Bruce's baby (Jason's days in the League of Assassians and part time baby sitter)

Jason's days in the league with baby Damian (pt. 2)

Jason's days in the league with baby Damian (pt. 3)

Part 4

#jason todd #batfamily #batman #note to people reading this: if you don't like how i depicted jason todd that's fine but i really hope i don't get weird hate comments #and by hate comments i mean the ones accusing me of making him a soft boy or that he wouldn't be mushy or whatever #I'm just writing jason as he'd have a his good moments in the leagues and they're bonding through their trauma #it shouldn't be seen as wrong to write him with this softer side when even dc fails at that #i had to block someone that basically got mad i wrote jason as nice and so i'm just adding this and that it's my stories to write #league of assassins #loa jason raising damian is my favorite hc #batfamily headcanons #i got the idea from a rugrats movie of all things #batfamily fanfiction #batfamily adventures #damian wayne al ghul #damian wayne #batfamily comedy #mini fic #dc fanfiction #ficlet #fan writing #batfamily mini fics #wayne family adventures #flash fiction #mini fics #dc stands for disregard canon #no beta we die like jason todd #writer on ao3 #mostly canon complaint #part of a series

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