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A Fathers Love pt Two
Sunmary. Hero Killer Stain has broken his insane cannibalistic son out of the asylum and is slowly adjusting him to real life again.
A/n. HOLY FUCK. I wrote this WAYYYY back when i started this blog . And wow, just wow. I never thought id get a request for part two., i love it SO MUCH . THANK YOU ANON . I HOPE YOU ENJOY. And SPECIAL THANK YOU TOO @nirioci for finding the original fic!!! ♥️🥰
Chizome had brought his son home as quickly as he could. No one was going to hurt him again in such an awful way. No more asylums, no more straight jackets. If his son wanted to eat a person then he fucking can. His son was 18 now and very frail, skin and bones almost . He was sure whatever food they were feeding him he just spit back out. His son was taken away from him after he … snapped. Chizome knew of his sons tendencies and never once judged him, he was quirkless, and if this was his way of coping with that then so be it. His son was taken to a special installment in Tartarus, an asylum for the insane or mentally dangerous. His son was not dangerous, dammit. This world, this stupid world.
Chizome had brought his son inside and before he could say anything his son grabbed his hand and started to cry and say he's home. Chizome took off his weapons to give his son a much needed hug. “Yes, Naifu, you're home. No one is taking you away ever again.” He stepped back to look at his son. So skinny . His black hair down to his elbows , hollowed out cheekbones.
“Naifu , why don't you go shower. Ill make you some food.”
Naifu blinked, reaching out for his father and Chizome grabbed his hand. “Food..?”
“Yes, tasty food and real food okay? You need to eat the real food so you don't get sick okay?”
Naifu looked at his skinny arm then his hand . His body twitched as he looked back up at his father. “Okay. Tasty food and real food.”
Chizome patted his son's head. “I will be back in 15 minutes. So go wash up.” He picked up a knife from the table. Naifu nodded fast running down the hall and Chizome waited till he heard the shower turn on before he left.
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He was sitting on a rooftop with a bloodied bag at his side just watching the cars go by. It had been well over 15 minutes. He was only a couple houses down from his home so if Naifu left he would know. A long heavy groan fell out of his mouth. He was so happy to have his son back.
Chizome returned to see a wiggling blanket on the couch and the tv on. His son looked out and Chizome held up the bag . The smile on his son's face warmed him right up. “Come wait at the table .” He said going into the kitchen.
Naifu got up with the blanket around his shoulders to sit at the table. Chizome made some finger chicken soup along with some pasta and brought it over setting it down. “Here you go. Tasty food is in the freezer, don't over eat it on me.” He pulled his son's hair back while he ate with happiness.
“What do you want to do with this? “ he asked, pulling the hair back.
“Keep it long! Like yours..”
Chizome smiled and cut off a piece of his mask to tie his son's hair back in a loose ponytail for him.
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After putting his son's hair back, Chizome went to put on sweatpants and a tank , then he went to the couch to finally relax. Some kind of reporter was on the tv talking about the Pros. He flipped the channel to something about villains and closed his eyes .
Naifu sat down next to him after a little while and Chizome opened an eye to see his son under the blanket again staring at the tv. He opened his other eye and wiped off his son's mouth. “Did you eat it all?” He asked, putting his arm around his son's neck.
“Yes, in the sink.” He said fast.
“Ah good. Thank you Naifu. “
“Father.”
“Yes Naifu.” He was about to close his eyes again.
“Can we go for a walk tomorrowwww?”
“Of course.” His eyes closed and Naifu flipped through the channels as fast as he could till his thumb slipped and the tv stopped on a breaking news report . He blinked watching it.
It was a report on a man whos arm was bitten off. A picture appeared on screen of the villain suspect and Naifu’s heart fluttered all around.
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Part One 👇🏻
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Happy Birthday to this guy! @mcgee96__ Cameron you may be my youngest, but my love for you is as great as I know how to love. Happiest of Birthdays to you! #happybirthday #afatherslove #atalodge #alagnakriver #atal #atruealaskalodge (at Alaska Trophy Adventures Lodge, Alagnak River, Bristol Bay, Alaska) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGQRvlBjEKF/?igshid=posj7pv403yb
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Snippet of my piece for @afatherslovezine
I love Noctis and Regis and am so happy to be able to contribute to this zine. Please support the zine when pre-orders open, the work going into it is amazing!
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If You Live In Minnesota, 🇱🇷 And You Are a Father Who Loves His Chlid, 👨👧 You Are Going To Lose Your Kid; 🥺 Unless You Say With The Mom, 😱 Even If She Is Not Loving Herself¡ 🤐 . . . . . #WomanState #LovingFather #FathersLose #Anarchy #MissYouSofia #MyLilGirl #AFathersLove #FathersLoss #DAMN #SoonSofia #SofiaMaeChristensen #RanAway #ComeBack #RanAwayREMIX #RunfromHome #TRUTH #BSF #BloodStaindFaze #BloodStainedFaze (at Morris, Minnesota) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4KnZeynZGu/?igshid=1bae6cp0tr0io
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Sometimes, i wonder what it felt like to be hugged by a father. The so called word ‘a father’s hug’ ahhhh most of the times. The way I never felt that might be the reason why I always understand or maybe try to still find the good side of a father who’s child complains about him whenever i’m hearing from a story of it. Those kinds of story where it’s simply about ‘a daughter and her father’ it’s nice. to have a physical dad. For me, i think they are all blessed to have a dad who they can hug or maybe, just maybe, who they can get angry to, when their dads annoys them. :) now that im sharing more words now than before, it felt like when the topic is about DAD i have so much words & so comfortable to talk about it. The thing is, even though i am feeling like that? I also have a dad who im calling “DAD” too. The father of Jesus Christ, God. hehe :”) and as a daughter, i’m not perfect. I think i’m not that kid who God will be proud or be really proud though. However, i hope im the kid who He somehow felt that I am grateful to have Him in my life & that i really love Him.
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Now I’m afraid you’re a ghost. I worry everything I see is a figment of my imagination. I’m afraid to ask whether you are real or just a cruel fantasy. You start to lose your sanity when you question your thoughts, fearing each is the ultimate act of treason, a betrayal by your own mind.
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