#im sure he will help raise the kiddo too

[startistdoodles]

Meta be like: I’M AN UNCLE!

Meta be like -poking the puffball with his finger-

[youre-amazing-say-it]

A fic with rdj babying teen reader!

Papa-Bear Mode

Summary: The reader gets a tiny injury during her first fight scene, and RDJ goes full Papa-Bear Mode.

Warning: talks about stuntwork, swearing, little cut on the forearm

A/N: sorry these are taking so long. my bad!

"All Right guys, shooting in 30. Get ready!" You heard the Russo Brothers speak into the megaphone. You were off talking to the stunt coordinator, Meghan when you heard the announcement. You were about to shoot your first-ever fight scene and were terrified. The shakey breath you let out was evidence of it. "You got this girl, it's a very simple scene, no harnesses. just fighting," she spoke as she rubbed your shoulder, helping you relax. "Yeah, but what if-"

"So Pipsqueak! heard you are doing your first stunt scene today!" you heard a voice behind you say. Robert walked over and stood right behind you, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, giving them. gentle squeeze. "Yes, and I am FREAKING OUT!" you shouted as you pushed his hands off you.

"Hey hey calm down kiddo, okay?" he spoke softly as he turned you around for an embrace. With your head on his chest, he mouthed to Meghan that he got it, sending her on her way. "Now," he continued as you stood still, "why are you scared?"

"Look stunts can be scary, and I don't want to get hurt or injured because of something I messed up," you said looking at the brown-haired man in the eyes. "Well, do you know what you need to do for the scene?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I mean yeah but-"

Robert made a shushing sound before you could even continue. "And I'm sure Meghan and the rest of the stunt coordination crew have your safety in mind while working out this scene. So you will be fine, you got this, okay pipsqueak?" he spoke to you. You let out the breath you have been holding in. "Okay, I got this. You are right." You spoke confidently before embracing RDJ once more.

"Thanks, Robert, I appreciate you." You felt him give the top of your head and you squeezed him tighter. "And I appreciate you, Y/n. Now you ready to go kick some ass?" he shouted as he raised his hand for a high five. You easily returned it, "Hell yeah, let's go!"

TIME SKIP

"Alright Y/n, let's shoot that scene one more time, okay?" you heard Anthony Russo speak into the megaphone. You gave them a thumbs-up from up on the railing where you were fighting the villain of the movie (I'm too lazy to decide who it is). You looked to the side of the stage and saw Robert watching you and also gave you a thumbs-up. So far all of the takes have been great, and no one has gotten seriously injured. Once this take was done, you were excited to just go to bed.

"Okay, an ACTION!" They shouted and you and your scene partner got to work. You quickly dodged the punch, went in for a kick, and continued your routine. Everything was going great until you heard some rattling above you. you couldn't look up so you tried not to let your anxiety show through. It wasn't until you got to the part where your partner had you up against the wall that you heard the sound of a part coming undone. Before you knew it, two small boards came crashing down on you and your partner. You felt one of the edges scratch your arm before landing on the floor.

"CUT! CUT!" You and your partner let go of each other and quickly checked yourself over for injuries. "You okay Y/n?" they spoke. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a cut on my forearm. What about you?" you asked them, "Nothing I think I'm - " they were saying before you felt Robert crushing you with his arms. "Oh my god Y/n!" He shouted into your ears. He let you go and held out your arms. "Robert Im fine, I promise. You said as you chucked. You felt his eyes scan your body, checking you for injuries.

"MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!" he shouted as he took your injured arm and tried to turn it into the light to get a good view of it. "Robert I said Im fine! It's just a cut, see?" you said as you tried to pull your arm out of his grip, but he wasn't budging. "Look it could be infected, or worse than it looks. So let's just be safe okay?" he asked as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

You chuckled at him before reluctantly agreeing, " Okay papa bear, I'll get it checked out." You could hear him say "I'm not a papa bear," under his breath as you too made your way towards the medics on set. "Yes you are, and it's very adorable. Thanks for looking out for me." He leaned down and kissed your head.

"I gotta look out for my cubs."

[hellsburners]

orange juice

summary: you're a new library assistant in an elementary school and you cant help but fall for the cute teacher visiting your desk. pairing: teacher!peter parker x librarian!male reader word count: 2.2k (im being ballsy with these fic lengths its actually fun) warnings: none really more of fluff a/n: was in a fluff writing mood :> (might get a part 2 if it gets received well)

masterlist | more peter parker

You did everything by the book, literally. There was a handbook resting on the front desk of the library with everything you needed to do as an assistant. You took the books back to the shelves and made sure it was in the right order. You tidied up the library computers making sure every unit was logged off and the chairs weren’t a mess. You also took note of orders from the teachers, some lists from Mr. Jones, Mrs. Longford, Mr. Hayward, and Mr. Parker. You stretched your arms and legs, cracked your neck, and gave a little prayer to the universe that you wish your formal first day will be good. 

Ding! 

The bell on your desk pinged. A man, probably in his early 40s, stood in front of you. He wore a loose shirt with a pale pink tie, his hair was brown and sparse. 

“Mr. Parker?” 

“I’m sorry, I’m Roy Jones, from the math department,” he responds. You gave an embarrassed oh and gave him his stack of books. 

“Sorry, it’s my first day.”

“All good kiddo, you haven’t seen trouble yet, good luck on your first day,” Mr. Jones gave a kind smile before walking away. 

By 8:30 am the students came rushing to your door, you logged borrowed books, received returns, you even did the occasional hush to students being loud, it was going smoothly. The kid in front of you was borrowing a copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray, an excellent choice you thought. You scanned the QR code inside the book, logged in the student’s info and you kindly smiled while giving the book away. Hours passed of you sitting around, sipping on an orange juice box. By 11 am at least 3 students were studying. 

Ding! 

Oh. The man standing in front of you was tall and handsome, probably in his mid-30s, he wore a neat suit in neutral colors, and his brown hair was combed to the side. You placed your juice box down. 

“Mr. Hayward?” you traced your fingers on the sticky notes on your desk. 

“Parker, Peter Parker,” he replied. Shit, not again. 

“I’m so sorry Mr. Parker.” you shook your head. 

“First day, huh?” you nodded shamefully. He gave you a cheeky smile. 

“Yeah, I’m so sorry,” you took the stack of books with the label Mr. Parker on it. He reached out to take the heavy books, your fingers were slightly touching. Your cheeks warmed from the contact. There was a certain pleasingness in his presence. You scanned the pile trying to spark a conversation. “So you teach physics?”

“Yeah, 8th and 9th actually,” he carries the books in his arms, he may look lean but you could see the way his arms flexed under his suit. “Are you new to the city?”

“Well kinda, I was born here but my family and I moved out when I was 5. I figured coming here in the city could give me more opportunities,” his brows would raise while you talked, making you feel like whatever words came out of your mouth he listened to intently. “How about you? Did you grow up here?”

“I grew up with my aunt, went to Midtown for high school, and Empire State in college. So, yeah, full-time New Yorker here,” he chuckled. “My daughter and I still live in Queens too.”

“Daughter?” you said shockingly. He looked down at his toes, and he laughed again, that soft deep laugh. “Sorry, you don’t look like one”

“I don’t look like a dad?” he said.

“I mean you look pretty young,” you bit the insides of your cheeks. “I’m sorry I must have been taking up too much of your time Mr. Parker, ‘twas a lovely chat though.”

“Oh it’s fine, I’m on lunch break anyway.” you waved him goodbye and he reciprocates the gesture. “By the way, Peter is fine, just Peter.”

He leaves, and you sit back down on your desk, your heart beating a little too fast for your liking. Your knees felt funny like they were going to give out. Oh, god. You were crushing on the physics teacher. 

Before your shift ended Mrs. Longford called and said she couldn’t go to the library due to her pregnancy. You gladly said you would deliver her the books instead. On the way to her room, you couldn’t properly find her classroom, they all looked the same to you, so you went one by one, looking through the windows and checking to see if Mrs. Longford was there. By the eighth classroom, you could see him. Not Mrs. Longford, but Peter. He was demonstrating the law of inertia to the class, making a funny action of being hit in the hip by force, and the class laughed. He seems nice, and the students all listened to him, taking in every word of his lesson. It was admirable really, to have such charisma over a bunch of impressionable kids and use it to educate them. 

The bell rings, and a swarm of students floods the halls. The books in your arms fall as a student bumps into you. You cursed, bending down to pick them up while a pair of arms reached out to help you. It was Peter, he had ditched the suit jacket at this point, his shirt sleeves rolled up to show his veiny arms. 

“Thank you, I was looking for Mrs. Hayward’s classroom and I couldn’t find it,” you hugged the book while Peter carried the other stack. 

“Mrs. Hayward’s room is in the other wing. Don’t worry I’ll walk you to it.”

“Oh no, you must have another class, I can find my way.” you try to take the books but he moves away.

“No it’s fine, my day is done. Let me walk you to her room.” he smiles, again, that pretty Peter smile. 

On the way to Mrs.Longford’s room, you talked about your education, where you went to high school, and in college, and where you live now. The conversation later went to his daughter, Mayday, named after his aunt who has sadly passed. She was 5 years old and in first grade, a smart girl, he says. 

You reached the 3rd door in the left wing. Peter told you that the lady with short hair and red cat-eyed glasses was Mrs.Longford, the baby bump also verified his claim. You knocked, and she waved at you with a smile, you and Peter went in to bring the books. Peter and Mrs. Longford exchanged greetings and talked about an upcoming faculty meeting. You asked Mrs. Longford to sign some papers for the book requests she had made and she obliged. 

Peter walked you back to the library. You continued to chat about random things, your favorite food (he was pizza), your favorite color (he was blue), and your favorite movie (his was Interstellar). You unlocked the library and turned the lights back on. You went back to your desk and Peter took a seat at a nearby desk. You stared at him, arms crossed, legs spread. 

✎𓇢𓆸

Weeks passed, and Peter had been visiting you in the library. Usually, he’d stay to check student papers or read new scientific publications on the school computers, he was nerdy about stuff like that; but most of the time, he just stayed around to talk to you. He would talk to you about Mayday’s science project, which you helped him come up with. It was an iced tea stand presentation that used butterfly pea flower tea and lemon juice, and it changed the blue liquid to a bright purple. She won a silver prize, Peter says. 

Peter had mentioned before that Mayday lives with her mom and that she rarely gets to see her dad. You could see the way the line his mouth would make and how it would frown sometimes when he talked about her. You wanted to give him some piece of comfort, but every time he would smile because it was Mayday, it was his only girl. 

You were at your desk enjoying a sandwich with your favorite orange juice box, Peter sat on the floor next to you hidden from anyone who came to the desk. He, too, enjoyed a sandwich you made. You scrolled through your laptop, mainly on the news. 

“Hey Pete, have you ever seen Spider-man?” you said, Peter almost choked on his food.

“Spider-man?” He cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I mean you’ve been here your whole life you must’ve seen him right?” you took a sip of your drink. Peter thought long before he answered.

“No, I haven’t,” he whispered. 

“Boo! You’re boring,” you threw an eraser at him.

“Hey! It’s not my fault he doesn’t swing by my apartment once in a while.”

“Well, I wish he’d come by mine, take me into his arms as we swing away into the sunset,” you waved your arms around thwipping your hands like Spider-man. 

“You’re so silly,” he laughs, he takes a big bite of his sandwich, talking to you while chewing. “You know, Mayday’s been asking about you, she said she wants to thank the guy that helped her come up with her science project.”

“She said that?” you were touched.

“Well, I wanted to invite you, and she told me we haven't celebrated her win so why not invite the guy who helped her,” he finished his sandwich, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “You don’t have to if you’re busy.”

“Friday night right? I’m in.” You smiled.

You knocked at the light blue apartment door, you could hear some ruckus inside. Coming! A man’s voice yells. The doorknob turns and there he was, Peter Parker, dressed in a light gray sweater, the sleeves rolled up, and a red apron. Behind his leg was a little girl with light red hair. 

“Hey there, I’m glad you could come. This is Mayday,” she was shy but she gave you a little wave and a hi. 

Dinner started in a few. Peter served baked macaroni and a Caesar salad. Mayday brought a plate of cookies she made, without her dad’s help, she said (Peter shook his head). You brought a box of pepperoni pizza as per Mayday's (and Peter’s) request. The three of you talked over dinner about how proud you were about the medal and if she ever needed help you would gladly be there. 

After dinner, Peter took the dishes, you went to help but he insisted you not. You were left with Mayday in the living room, she was talking about her favorite book, a book about planets. Venus was her favorite, she says. You began to talk to her about the many books you have on planets in your library and if her dad permitted, you would lend some. 

“Do you like dad?” you were surprised. 

“Yeah, he’s nice,” you offered her a smile, and she gave you a curious gaze instead.

“Dad is always alone.” you looked back at Peter in the sink, the fabric stretching on his back.

“You’re here,” you stroked her hair. “Your dad always tells me stories about you y’know.”

“But when I’m with Mom he’s all alone.” 

“What are you two talking about,” Peter stands above you and Mayday, his hands on his hips. 

“We were talking about your hair. Mayday said you’re starting to look like a sasquatch.” Mayday giggles. 

A few hours later Peter took Mayday to bed. Mayday hugged you and told you goodnight. You bend down to hug her and she tells you to be Dad’s best friend, always. You were sitting on the couch with your hands on your lap. You looked around the place, filled with books and a bunch of Mayday’s stuff. It seems like Peter just lets her stuff stay there, so as not to forget about her presence. Your eyelids begin to fall as you let out a yawn.

“Sleepy?” he mutters. 

“Just a bit. My head is just filled with so many facts about space,” you made a mind-blown gesture, Peter laughs.

“She does that a lot actually.” Peter sits beside you on the couch, keeping his eyes on yours.

“She’s a lovely kid,” you smiled. 

“She is,” Peter sank his head on the couch, his eyes closed. 

“You think I’m alone?” he frowns. “I heard you two earlier.”

“I don’t think so. You have me,” you mutter. Your hands fall on your sides meeting his. He laces your fingers with his, you could feel the warmth of his palms with your cold ones. He chuckles. “It’s pretty late, maybe you should get some rest too.”

“You’re right, let me bring you home first,” you refused. 

“I’d be fine,” you assure him. 

You were outside the apartment. Peter was with you in just his flip-flops, his hand never leaving yours. “I had a wonderful night.”

“Me too,’ Peter said, he took his other hand and patted your hair. You looked at him with hooded eyes, his hand falling to your cheek. You inched closer, your face so close to his chest you could smell him, like an ocean breeze. His face gets close to yours, the moment seemingly getting more tense. His thumb rubs your hand, over and over, it calms you. Underneath the moonlight, your lips meet. A tender kiss weeks in the making. Your eyes closed and you lost yourself in him. Your lips leave him a few moments later, a smile plastered on both your faces. You hail a taxi cab and when one comes, you wave him goodbye. 

But you swore that night, the moment you entered your apartment, you swore you saw the Spider-man swing by, almost like he was waiting for you to come home.

part two posted here

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[piratefishmama]

Live to Serve (You) | Part 7

The Palace was in full swing, the banners high, the lanterns lit, fireworks imported from overseas firing off into the night sky from the bay, carriages from all corners of the continent lining up to enter the gates for the event of the decade. The only thing that might top it being a Coronation.

The Prince was wed. It’d been a quiet ceremony a month prior despite the fanfare it could have easily gathered, private, exclusive to family, staff, and members of the clergy. That was the ceremony though, the party? The invites for that had gone as far as they could reach, the party to be held a month after, giving the newlyweds enough time to celebrate privately before they’d introduce the new royal family member to the world.

It was a time for friendships to be made for the future, a time for people to connect and celebrate, so they tackled it separately. Steve took the Lords and Ladies that they didn’t know, gracing them with his royal presence and charm, while his better, funnier, far more charismatic half took the ones they did know.

Which meant Steve would find himself inevitably in front of two people. One, a young boy with fluffy, brown curls, brown eyes, and soft, almost chubby features, couldn’t be older than fourteen maximum, and a much older man, broad shouldered and while aged, with greying hair and weathered skin, he looked healthy, dressed not quite like a lord, but certainly not poor, his hand resting gently atop the youngers opposite shoulder, arm around him.

“It’s truly an honour to be welcomed into your celebration, your highness, can’t say I expected to be here but… my nephew here received an invite and didn’t want to come on his own, bit young to be travelling the kings road by himself you see.” His tone of voice was soothing, pleasant on the ears and… honestly kind of familiar.

Steve found himself comforted in it and didn’t find that weird enough to think too strongly about. Instead he aimed a warm, welcoming smile down to the boy under the elders guidance.

“Well, it’s an honour to have you both, thank you for coming, although forgive me, I must say i’m at a slight loss as to your names?” he didn’t want to be rude but… usually people introduced themselves first.

“Shoot, my apologies, ain’t quite used to people not knowing my name, where I’m from we all kinda know each other. Wayne Munson, Your highness. And this is my nephew, Dustin, the young Lord of Forest Hills. He uh… he inherited the manor there after my brother passed the summer before last.”

“It shouldn’t have gone to me” The boy spoke without hesitance, although with a slight lisp as his teeth hadn’t quite grown in yet. “It should have gone to my brother. What am I to do with a mansion?”

“Yeah well. Can’t change that now, kiddo, ain’t got any idea where that old oaf sent ‘im.”

“That’s why we’re here, your highness.” Steve raised a brow, Wayne looked pained at such a direct approach but… he said nothing to argue it, maybe he was just used to the kids’ approach. “Not to… intrude on your celebrations, but I wasn’t sure when I’d next get the opportunity to approach you in person. This was my best bet. I’m hoping that… you may be able to help me.”

“Quite… direct, but I’ll humour. What do you need help with?” Dustin smiled and it damn near melted Steve’s already gooey heart. Okay, he’d happily do just about anything for this small child. Got it.

“I want to find my brother… he was… he was sold to pay for my father’s debts before I was born, but I don’t know who he was sold to, only that it was some lord or lady or someone who’d take on servants to clear debts, it’s been years your highness… if… if he hasn’t paid for them yet, then maybe we can settle them now, or come to another agreement and he can come home. I was hoping that perhaps… since you’d know a lot of Lords and Ladies, that you’d be able to find him easier than I’d be able to.”

“Alright, I mean, I’ve seen a lot of servants in my years so I’m not sure how much help I’d be in remembering which one went with who, but if anyone would know the servants, it’d be my better half. He’d probably be able to help far easier than I would, better memory for faces. C’mon, just follow the laughter.” It was loud enough, Eddie’s deep cackle of a laugh carrying effortlessly across the voices in the hall, across the music that he’d played a little of during the evening, effortlessly entertaining his gathering audience with his endless charisma and charm, he could have been a bard in another life.

He doubted his parents would have approved of him running off with a musician half as easily as they’d approved of him wedding a servant though.

It barely took any time at all for him to guide them through the crowd toward the laughter, their guests parting swiftly as he made his way through the crowd, calling out “Excuse me! Prince of the kingdom, coming through!” As he moved, much to the amusement of the man and child following him. Steve was charming, he’d definitely make a wonderful king someday given everyone seemed so at ease around him. He wasn’t intimidating, but he still held the respect of the people around him. It was nice. “Eddie!” The laughter quietened down as Eddie paused in his silly stories, redirecting that smile toward his husband from where he sat surrounded by their guests. A lute in hand casually strumming away as he spoke.

“Gasp! The hero of our tale emerges from the crowd, my dearest prince, I was just telling them how you had our field planted with flower seeds to bloom in the shape of—"

“Yep yep, I’m a ridiculously sappy romantic who proposed with a big field of flowers, everyone, sorry to intrude on story time, but there’s someone here who needs our help, Eddie, your help specifically, because I doubt it’d be any at all.”

“Ohh?” Eddie was up, putting his pilfered lute down he crossed the short distance between them, only to freeze when he finally caught sight of the duo behind his husband. “Oh.” His eyes didn’t linger on the shorter of the two of them, but the elder, that’s where Eddie seemed to be stuck, his smile gone, replaced by something unreadable.

“…Edward?” and had Steve looked to the older man, he’d have seen just how stuck he was too, his voice wavering, the man seemingly half a second away from making a move but trying his best to hold it in while the younger of the two watched them both in curiosity. “Is… is that you, boy?”

Eddie released a soft, shaky breath, then seemed to force a smile onto his face. Steve knew all of Eddie’s expressions by now, and that one… that one looked like it physically pained him to wear it. “Lord Munson, what a pleasure it is to have you at our celebration. Steve here says you need my help?” Steve was about two seconds from stepping in and cutting the meeting short, his husband looked upset, and Steve wouldn’t have that on their celebration day.

But Wayne looked just as emotional as Eddie did, while the poor younger boy looked so confused, eyes darting between his guardian and Eddie in silent question.

“Eddie… now… I know I ain’t seen you in a long time, boy, but… I recognise your mama when I see her, and you didn’t get a single gods be damned thing from that old Fustilugs, may god have zero mercy on his belligerent soul, all that hair on your head could have only come from her. Sure as hell didn’t come from us Munson’s.” Eddies lips quirked a little, just a ghost of a smile, it was enough to settle Steve’s nerves, only a little though “Please… could you hear us out?”

“Is that him?” Dustin asked, pointing to Eddie “is that—are you my brother?!” Eddie’s eyes snapped down to the boy, wide and surprised. “Holy—gods, you’re—! You’re married to the future KING! That’s…man we thought you’d still be a servant or something, we were gonna come save you! That old oaf father of ours died two years ago, took where he sent you to his grave the old Loggerhead, I’ve been trying to find you ever since but—I’m fourteen so. What Lord is gonna respond to a fourteen year olds letters enquiring about their servants, you know?” The sadness seemed to vanish, replaced with surprise, eyes wide as he took in the boy fully. “Uncle Wayne suggested we use the invite to ask the Prince cause—royalty would probably see a lot of servants right? So—” Eddie laughed. It was a short laugh, as if he couldn’t quite contain the sound, the forced smile, the pain, seeming to vanish so quickly. “what?”

“You ramble like I do.”

“Well duh, we are related.”

“So… you’re the heir he had to replace me?” Steve looked at his husband in surprise, he’d ask questions later, Eddie knew he would.

“Yeah but that’s dumb, what in seven hells is a fourteen year old, supposed to do with a mansion?! I feel like I’m drowning in it! I don’t think he expected to… you know. Die. When he did,but when you eat that much red meat and drink that much ale without anything to buffer it, it’s only a matter of time before the body just decides it’s had enough. Heart just gave up, I know, we were all surprised he had one.” Another laugh burst from Steve’s husband, and the nerves seemed to melt away with each giggle, Steve wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but he… was sort of getting the idea. Eddie had never told him where he’d come from, figured it didn’t matter, and to Steve, it didn’t. This just shed some light on a mystery he didn’t think he needed to uncover “You take the mansion, mom and I are going to live with Wayne.” Eddie shot a wordless surprised expression at the elder of the two, the man simply ducking his head in blatant embarrassment.

“Honestly don’t think I need it, given the uh… circumstances” Eddie motioned to the room around him, to the guests now lowkey paying attention, Eddie clearly too amused to continue feeling pained if his smile was anything to go by. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Dustin, you’re Edward, right?”

“Eddie… I prefer Eddie, but yes.”

“Cool! Were you playing the lute before? I wanted to learn but he wouldn’t let me try, said it was a useless skill for fanciful folk and fae, can you teach me?”

“I suppose I can teach you some things… but not tonight.”

“No, no definitely not tonight, it’s celebration time tonight! We can start tomorrow, or… whenever. Just… it’s okay, right?” hope, honest to gods, innocent hope, this was a young boy hoping against all odds that his big brother would accept him, Steve couldn’t step in, this wasn’t his decision, no matter how much his life was now entwined with Eddies, he couldn’t step in here, couldn’t sway the decision, it had to be Eddie’s to make.

Eddie looked to the man standing beside his brother, risking a small smile that promised something. Something that Steve would inevitably find out to be an olive branch offered, but instead of acting on that, Eddie instead took a few steps closer, and wrapped his own arm around the smaller boy, ready to lead him off into the crowd “Yes…” he said, warmth returning to his tone as honesty seeped into his smile. “It’s okay, come on, let’s introduce you to those Lords and Ladies who ignored your letters, shall we?”

“Hells yes. Let’s make them squirm!” Eddie’s laughter carried through the crowds long after they swallowed him and his brother back up again, leaving Steve alone with the elder Munson, full of questions he didn’t know how to ask.

“My brother sold him. When he was but a boy, to pay for debts he had against some such lord or another, I never did find out who. I didn’t find out about him bein gone until the brute passed, when Dustin was declared his sole heir. Claudia was finally able to reach out to tell me without him putting a stop to it… I cut ties with my brother a long time ago, you see… I should have checked in sooner.”

“…He was sold to the crown. My mother she… she gave him to me… made him my personal servant… someone who could get me up on time, make me eat my breakfast, someone who could get me to read or go to my lessons, I know that sounds strange given he’s now my husband but… I think I loved him from the day I met him. He was my best friend for so long… had I known… I don’t know what I could have done, probably not much in the grand scheme of things since the debts were not to me, but my parents… but know that he was never not loved. My parents cherish him, I clearly love him… he has lived well here.” It didn’t matter that he’d spent time serving there. He’d been fed, kept warm, clean, he’d worked yes, but he was better for it, and he was loved. He was cherished.

Wayne breathed in a harsh sniffle through his nose, clearly full of emotion that he wasn’t used to outwardly showing. “Thank you… Your highness, for taking care of my nephew. I don’t figure it were easy. Was a little menace as a tot, always scurrying off to hide in the woods.”

“You have it wrong, Lord Munson… if anything, he’s the one who’s taken care of me and he really didn’t have it easy, I’m kind of a handful.” Eddie would have made a joke about that, but Steve meant it in earnest, there’d been struggles getting to where they were, it wasn’t easy and Steve didn’t always understand when he’d done something wrong, but they made it, they were happy. Steve would make sure they’d stay happy. “I’m going to though, take care of him… I swore it in my vows, and I swear it now.” And he’d keep swearing it, for as long as he lived, until his very last breath.

“Will you serve him, as he has you?” Would he devote the latter of his life to him, as Eddie had done so early in his?

“He is my everything, Lord Munson. I am his until the end of our days, as he is mine. I love him with everything I have, so trust me when I say, for him… Gods above, if he were the type to ask it of me—” Steve turned his head, casting his gaze across the crowd of people, across to where music had kicked back up, only off key, strings plucked strangely, as if an amateur had picked up the lute he’d left behind and Steve realised with a soft fondness that ‘not tonight’ had rapidly switched to ‘now, we’re doing this now’ gods he loved him. “Yes... as the future King I may be destined to serve the kingdom, but as a husband…”

Wayne raised a brow at his pause, but Steve didn’t see it, his eyes lingering on the slight break in the crowd, where he could see his husband, guiding his new little brothers hands on the lute he’d pilfered at the start of the party.

“I live solely to serve him.”

~End~

[dragon-queen21]

hi back again ! sorry for my small absence, my school year just finished and testing is approachin & ive been very stressed ☹️

but this time its gonna be about sanji (like the last two were supposed to) this is actually kind of angsty,, um,,, whoopsie

-i have a hc that during wholecake when sanji was with his family he was actually regressin. i dont think he was fully regressed but definitely wasnt fully big the entire time. please tell me you understand what im gettin at here. the amount of stress he must have been dealin with, unfortunately he needed to cope somehow, kind of angsty i know, but sanji fully regressin the second hes safe and with his crew again, and luffy (and the crew) just being there to help him (they didnt leave his side for hours)

-sanji is the straw hats resident baby like i said in a previous ask i believe that him and luffy regress the youngest, both needin the most care and attention out of everyone else in their straw hats agere universe. hes not as clingy as luffy, but will get fussy if someones not with him

-for some reason i am so diggin usopp watchin lil sanji, I DONT KNOW I FEEL LIKE THEYD HAVE A BLAST

i feel like usopp would be tryin SOOOO hard to helo sanji have a good time considerin usopps not his primary cg

-the girls are the ones who mostly care for sanji when hes little, robin being a little more motherly, and nami bein sweet and spoiling the hell out of him

-sanji called one of the girls “mommy” once and got SO embarrassed. locked himself in the kitchen stress bakin until the one he gave the title too came and talked to him

-once JUST ONCE he called zeff when he was really little and was genuinely tryin his hardest to act big when he was talkin to zeff. i cant imagine how he would react exactly, or if he woukd even understand what was happenin or what agere even was, but he raised this boy he can tell when somethins up. imagine franky, or robin, brook or someone findin him and having to slowwwlllyyy take it away from him and apologize to zeff so he can get back to his job

OKAY IM DONE BECAUSE IM TIRED RAAAH I HOOE YOUR HAVING A GOOD DAY sorry i think this is really difficult from my normal asks/rambles sanji is more personal to me than anyone else on the crew so i think about his highs and lows a lot more than anyone else in the crew! im sorry if its a bit to angsty ☹️

(also sorry i want to drop this,, inosuke agere? real? him regressing and hes just like a nonverbal baby boar. very very energetic kiddo)

(ive also been slightly fixated on ‘metal family’ recently as well. mom the hyperfixations are fightin)

📷

Hi hi! Good to see ya :D please ignore how long it took me to respond, this has been such a busy week for me and my mental health has been a roller coaster. Ooh I get the stress before tests, praying to Jesus for you that all goes well <3 Make sure to study a little, take breaks, and get a good night sleep before and I bet you will do just great! :D

Okay onto headcanons now~

~Sanji kind of teetering between headspaces is so real. Not feeling safe enough to fully regress but also his brain pushing him to be small because he’s upset and usually being small means getting comfort. He would probably crash and burn for days after once it finally hits him that he’s safe. Practically drunk of off familiarity of his crew.

While I am kind of aware of whole cake I’m not up that point in the anime, if I was I would give you a better comment, but alas :<

~The resident baby prince. Ahhh I love him so much. First thing I thought of is Sanji being sat in the corner with a blanket and some toys content to play by himself, but the moment whoever is watching over him leaves it’s instantly tears and crying. Object permanence who? If the baby can’t see his crew they therefor must have disappeared and left him and he is going to be sad about it forever. Never to be consoled agai- oh wait never mind they’re back now. All is right with the world.

~Usopp watching over anyone would have a blast. Let’s be honest- it’s Usopp. Something about him just screams caregiver coded.

~Okay but Sanji calling Robin “mama” promptly realizing what he’s said because Robin is so shocked she’s not responding, he’s not about to stick around and find out what she thinks of the accidental nickname, and going to stress bake for hours <- the best idea ever. It makes me so happy. Bdbjbcjdnjdnsj (Like I haven’t said this a hundred times before, I’m soft for mama Robin can you tell :3 )

~I’ll raise you one. Calling up Zeff but it keeps happening when Sanji is looking after regressors. The phrase “I’m telling!” gives Sanji a near heart attack. The ex pirate has gotten used to getting calls from little straw-hats, so imagine his shock when it’s Sanji regressed and calling.

These weren’t too different I would say. Besides I absolutely adore angst just as much as I love fluff. Like let the baby’s suffer a bit >:3

(Very real. The most real actually. Inosuke never got to experience a normal childhood. Let. Him. Cope. 👏)

“mom the hyperfixations are fightin”

😭😂 love that

I’ve never heard if metal family before. I do however understand the fight between hyperfixations. (Looks towards the 5,000+ word Genshin Impact fic I’ve been writing and essentially ignoring all my other current projects for) It’s tough being in multiple fandoms, the struggle is real my friend

[babieroachy]

Could I pretty please request caregiver headcanons for Nick Valentine from Fallout?

sure!

raaaaaghhhh im so excited about this!!! i find a lot of comfort in nick too and there's so little fallout agere content out there!!! (to be fair, it isnt really the most kid-appropriate media, but a lot of people find comfort in it!)

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐂𝐬! (gender neutral)

he definitely didn't expect to become a cg

he's seen far wilder things in the commonwealth though, and he's glad that it helps you cope with what you've been through

he found out about your regression by accident

you had a particularly rough day, and were relaxing in nick's office

you regressed without thinking, finding comfort in his presence and feeling safer

he noticed something was different, scanning over you a few times, to no avail

he'd encountered a few age regressors in his time in the commonwealth, but he didn't know very much about what it really was

he did recognize the similarities though

so he did what he does best

investigate!

he researched, spoke to people in the know, anything he could to figure out more

he never mentioned your name though, wanting to keep it private and let you tell people on your own terms if you wanted

after learning more about regression, he slowly started to leave little toys or knicknacks around his office that he thought you would like

when asked he would always shrug it off, saying someone must have misplaced it and offering to let you keep it

when you'd rest in his office late at night, he'd drape blankets over you if he was sure you were asleep

he wasn't 100% sure that his educated guess was correct, but he was pretty confident

and he had grown to enjoy taking care of you

one night, he finally asked for clarification

you confirmed his hypothesis, and he took the opportunity to ask if you would like him to be your caregiver

you were a little curious about how he knew this much about regression, but it didn't bother you too much

from then on, nick becomes even more enamored with small you

he never really considered caring for or raising a child, but he enjoys it a lot more than he expected

your smile absolutely makes him melt

he's so happy that you trust him enough and are comfortable enough to be small around him

he's fine with most nicknames, but prefers "papa" "dada" and "baba"

he tends to call his little one things like "kid" and "kiddo", sometimes "small fry" accompanied by a ruffle of your hair

he's still very sarcastic, but in a sweet, joking way. he never, ever pokes fun at you in any way that you might take as negative

he's very observant, and very quick to learn what you do and don't like. he keeps a little list in the back of his head of your favorite foods and drinks, so he can grab them when he's out

he brings back little toys from his outings that reminded him of you

he's not the most cuddly person, but he can't possibly say no to you (he loves holding you, he just doesnt admit it)

he does best with medium age kiddos, about 3-7, because he can play lots of games with them

he has a lot of logic puzzles and board games lying around, and he's never one to turn down a good game of hide and seek

he tried his best to keep you safe from all the horrors of the wasteland, even when you aren't small

you're one of the first people he's ever seen as truly precious

and by god he'll do everything he can to protect you and keep you feeling safe

[voidendron]

interview questions: 2, 5, 17, 18 for terrin or jen

how 'bout both? :D thank you! 💚💜

[roleplay interview ask game]

2. Tell us a little bit about yourself.

"...You're not expectin' a sales pitch on why I'm a great leader or whatever, right?" She laughs, crossing her arms as she leans back comfortably in her seat. "Uhhh.... What is there to tell? I accidentally became Commander, I'm Mando, got a bit of a temper and like fire. I was a bounty hunter feels like a lifetime ago, sick of all the faction and Force nonsense. That good enough?"

5. Do you have any role models? Tell us a little bit about them.

A wide grin stretches her face. "Well, Dad of course gotta be one of 'em. Maybe not the best role model, all things considered, but he loved me and wanted me to be ready for the galaxy around me, and I looked up to 'im.

"But, uh... For the most part, most of the people who shaped my view on things, I learned what not to do from 'em. Dunno, guess I was just bad at pickin' who I hung around as a kid."

17. Have you ever been in love?

"Of course! Look, I could be cheesy and say Torian's the only love I've ever known, bla-bla-bla, but I've loved people before. Sure, not many, but a few! Had this huge crush on a partner I had for my first hunt without Dad - about broke my nose walkin' into a doorframe when he kissed me." She laughed at her own misfortune, rubbing the back of her neck.

"But most of 'em were just flings; teenage boyfriends, a girlfriend here and there. None of 'em lasted long, even if I thought I was 'so so in love' at that point. Not 'til Tori." Her grin turns gentler. "When we started dating, I just...knew this one would be different. I knew he was the one."

18. Have you ever been kissed?

"Oh, totally - that's not even counting Tori. I've even kissed one or two of my bounties - I ever tell ya about my first solo one? Force, she's when I realized 'Oh. Well girls are hot, too, I guess....'"

2. Tell us a little bit about yourself.

With two fingers, he plucks the toothpick from his mouth and leans forward with a crooked grin. "You're tellin' me you haven't heard of the Voidhound? Well, feast your eyes on the greatest smuggler to ever live~! I can get through a blockade without a scratch, drop off a weapon shipment, kill a Hutt, an' still be home in time for dinner."

5. Do you have any role models? Tell us a little bit about them.

"Ma and Dad raised me like they'd been raised - and I guess I'm raisin' my own that way, too. So... Them?" He scratched behind an ear with a painted claw, glowering when the action pulled some hair loose from his ponytail. "Smugglers, livin' among the stars, never stayin' one place for too long, big ol' bleeding hearts - wonder where I get all that from, ha!"

"Uh... Don't tell him I said this, but I guess the Old Man, too. He pretty much helped raise me, y'know? Grumpy, sure, sure, but gives good advice and has lived way longer than any bounty hunter ever should. And he's great with the kids, Jeva loves him. Might be an old curmudgeon, but hey." He grins a grin full of sharp teeth. "We'll give the guy a pass - he's dealt with me all my life, after all."

17. Have you ever been in love?

"Y'know somethin' funny? All the folks I've f-- uh, spent the night with, I'd never really felt any deep attachment to 'em. Beryl's maybe the closest, but even her... Eh. Could never see her as more of a 'friend with benefits' type of deal. Never really thought I'd be one to settle down with one partner."

He looks away, a dreamy look falling over him. "'Til I met Kitty. Maybe it's 'cause he was on the crew, maybe it was his kiddos, that we had time to be friends and get to know each other first, I dunno. But one day I just...looked 'im in the eyes as he berated me for bein' an idiot and gettin' myself hurt bad enough he had to stitch me up, and I just couldn't look away." He leans forward, putting an elbow on his knee and propping his chin firmly over his knuckles. "And now I couldn't imagine life without 'im or the kids."

18. Have you ever been kissed?

He bites down firmly on the toothpick, offering a simple wink. It seems he figures that's suffice an answer...

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 25: Silence is Golden

Fandom: Ducktales

Prompts;

Lost voice

Duct tape

"You better start talking."

I mean really, how could I not torture (it came out more implied than anything…) Donald? Also; sorry in advance for anyone who likes good parents Hortense and Quackmore…. And sorry its kinda short! These things keep loosing length, where did it all go??

The family tree was all over the place, to say the least, but one thing thats pretty common, is the tempers. You'd think they'd stop having kids eventually, a recipe for disaster for anyone you asked.

When the McDucks joined the family, it was a surprise to everyone. Hortense and Quackmore were at eachothers throats as much as they were head over heels. And when she got pregnant? Lets just say you didnt want to see her angry.

They didnt know what to expect, for the parents or children, but the other generations so far had done their jobs, they were sure the kids would be fine. They may fight, but they loved eachother, and they'd love the children too.

Itd be fine.

…

Donald and Della are turning 6, and Grandma Duck is throwing them a party. She hasn't seen much of her grandkids, holidays maybe, in pictures sure, so she wanted this to be the best birthday.

Shes more than ready when her son pulls up. He takes a moment to leave the car, talking to the twins before helping them from the back seats. She bends down with open arms, but it takes a nudge from Quackmore for the two to come in for a- stiff- hug.

"I'm sorry Ma, but I have to go. Hortense and I have a thing, thanks for taking care of them today though!"

"Oh, uh of course dear. You know im always delighted to see family."

"Thanks, you two be good."

She watches her son leave with a frown, before looking down at two of her grandchildren,

"Well then birthday kiddos, lets go have some fun yeah?"

Donald hasnt said a word. And Elvira knows he can, she might not have seen them often, but she remembers the few times she had. Shes thankful at least, that he seems to get along with his cousins, though hes rare to leave Dellas side.

Fethry finally pulls him away, and Elvira is quick to sweep down and smile at the birthday girl.

"Having fun Della?"

"Yes grandma. Thank you." She stands stiffly, hands fidgeting with her skirt.

"Of course dear, can I ask you something sweetheart?"

"...sure." She answers hesitantly.

"Why… why isnt your brother speaking dear?"

"Oh… Donalds lost his voice grandma. I've been tryin ta find it, but daddy- father says, that we should forget." She admits quietly.

"Lost… I see. Well, lets look together then, shall we?"

"Oh really??" Her eyes light up, "you'll help us look Grandma?"

"Yes, I'm sure the cousins could help too, lets go find that voice of his."

Later that year, Hortense and Quackmore die in a car accident. And Elvira takes the two in for a while, Scrooge had been in the will, but she wonders if he'll be up to the task. She'll be around either way, and she would find Donalds voice.

…

Donald wakes with duct tape around his bill. Its not a new occurance, he lives a life of adventure- whether he liked it or not. It seemed people really thought keeping him quiet scared him or something. He could understand if his voice annoyed them, but they always taunted the fact he couldnt communicate anymore like he didnt know at least 2 other ways to do so.

The villian of the week is monologuing, Della is sitting across from him, looking bored out of her mind. Donald makes a couple of eye and shoulder movements- twitches at best- that she responds with in a simular fashion.

"Hey! What are you two doing?!" He cuts off mid sentence to yell the question, as if they could answer with any more than a raised brow.

"You're not talking your way out of this. You'll be stuck in silence for the rest of your short lives, and I'll be living rich somewhere!"

Donald rolls his eyes, even as the guy kicks him for it. He was weak to say the least, though crafty enough to nab them. It was a chore more than anything though, Scrooge would come bursting in any minute, treasure in hand and ready to gloat and taunt for hours to come.

Two more minutes of angry ranting, Della mocking him everytime his back is turned, and Scrooge finally arrives.

"Get yer grimy hands off me wards!"

"McDuck! Er, no! I win this time! I have the upper hand!"

"Ye got nothing of the sort, these two trouble makers could have escaped ages ago." Their Uncle is wrong of course, Dellas pocket knife cut through her bindings a while ago. And Donald had gotten the knot undone a couple minutes after he woke.

Della shows off her free limbs cheekily, Donald rolling his eyes once more as he stands and stretches, gauging his injuries as he does so.

Scrooge does his whole thing, takes the guy down and turns to them with a lesson or lecture on his tongue, when he stops and gives them his equivlent of a worried look.

"Is the tape stuck?" He asks carefully.

Donald frowns, feeling the pull on his bill, and realizes he'd completely forgotten, and so it appears did Della.

The 12 year olds carefully pull the tape from eachothers bills, working their mouths to rid the ache. Apparently Donald was more used to it than he thought…

…

"You better start talking!"

Well thats a first. Donald could only remember a handful of people who wanted him to talk. There was far more times where people wanted him to shut up, and this guy wanted him to talk…

He looks to the kids behind him, six of them, all relying on him right now. He looks back to the villian with a glare,

"Let the kids go and I'll tell you." He says it slower than usual, over pronouncing to try and be understood.

"You're in no place to make demands Duck. Scrooge isnt coming this time, you start talking, or the kids start walking." He motions to the plank with a twisted smile, uncaring who he has to hurt for his gain. Gosh, this wasnt even an adventure this time. It was a reward trip for the kids, a vacation to help them relax and have fun like children. Scrooge wasnt coming, this was up to Donald, and he wouldnt let anything happen to them.

"The maps in the stars."

He gives instructions, piece by piece, keeping the kids behind him at all times. His hands stay behind his back, forming signs and shapes and tapping patterns. Donald is forced ashore with most of the crew, in hunt of the treasure, but he leaves the kids with clear instructions. He trusts them to complete them, while he handles the rest. After all, this treasure was still here for a reason.

The cave is shaped like a toothy mouth, gaping, dark and dank. Things move in the dark at the opening, but the further in they go, the less life there is. Statues in varying states line their path, Donald determinedly doesnt look at them, but he knows the crew is getting spooked.

"Its right through there." He says finally.

The captain swipes his blade and Donald goes down with a shout, arms pressed tightly to the slash across his body.

"Shut him up. Im tired of that voice. We have treasure to collect."

One of the men ties rope across his bill, and pulls his hands behind his back, aiming a kick to his wounded front, before the whole lot enters the last chamber of the cave.

Donald huffs and heaves, rope rubbing painfully at his bill and every breath pulling at his cut. Blood dripping from his collar bone to his hip in steady lines, he needs to get out of here and make sure the kids are okay. He hears shouts from within, cut off almost immediately after they start, and forces himself to roll onto his knees.

He stumbles his way from the cave, each statue a stablilizer as he goes. Horror and pain stricken faces on each, adventures and innocents long lost to the curse of this place. Even Glomgold had been wise enough to leave this one be, most saw the statues and wisely turned back. Scrooge had tried to go in, almost getting Della turned to stone in the process, before turning back.

One of the statues has a fallen sword by it, old and broken, but the jagged end still does the job of freeing his wrists. He presses his arms to his front once more as he hurried towards the ship. The kids are jumping off it as he arrives, running towards him. He drops down and catches the boys, the girls not far behind them, toppling them all over.

"Unca Donald! Youre hurt!" Louie is the first to notice, and Donald feels bad for the blood on their clothes.

His fingers move quickly as he tries to assure them hes fine. He feels the ropes slide off his bill and blinks a bit, Lenas hand stops glowing and Donald gives her a grateful smile. To prove he'll be fine, he stands, and motions towards the ship, he could get them going and find a first aid kit hes sure.

Donald had found his voice long ago, it had been taken from him often enough that he learned to communicate without it. And those that cared, had done the same. But they also took the time to learn his voice, luring it out of hiding and encouraging it. So that a lost voice would always find its way home.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Your mum sounds badass. Can’t have been easy for her at all. Sure that’s influenced who you are a lot too.

You’re so kind to say that about me. I try my best to be the best mama I can to my kiddos. Not always easy and the guilt is hard when you want to make sure you’re doing the right thing.

I’m really intrigued by your single parent au and where is goes. Did your own upbringing influence it at all?

She absolutely is. She raised me and my sister on her own. Luckily my grandparents were retired and could help watch us until I was about 15/16 and could manage watching my sister who was 5/6 for the hour/hour and a half or so after I finished school in the evening until she got home from work. We didn't have a lot of things like the latest clothes or go on a foreign holiday every year but she worked hard and gave us all she could and encouraged us to be kids and not grow up too fast. She was also very honest with us when we reached the approprite ages about having kids/sex/life. She fought for my sisters dyslexia. anxiety and ADHD diagnosises when people tried to fob her off

She wasn't always perfect. She was doing it alone and had some struggles along the way but we always had everything we needed and she never pressured us to be anything but ourselves and tried to teach us to stand up for ourselves so we wouldn't take shit from anyone and could be confident (my mam is introverted and non-confrontational).

As a teen I didn't appreciate it (like many of us) but now in my twenties, I'm just so grateful to have her and be able to consider her a friend.

And I've no doubt your kiddos will see that. I don't remember the hard times or the times she may have slipped up, I remember the way she did everything she could for us, and how she took a month off every summer so she'd be there to see us back to school and take us on day trips. I remember how she took interest in our interests even if she disliked them so she could talk to us about them. That's what your kiddos will remember. All those moments you were there.

I know you can't just stop having those thoughts, but try not to let them win because you are doing great ❤️

Definetly my own experiences will colour some of my ideas for the single parent au! Definetly the fears will be coming through in Lando's half. There's going to be a bit where he does talk about how sometimes he wishes he had someone to help, or that on the bad days he wonders if Eloise would be happier with another parent or that he is doing everything wrong. I want him to have that vulnerablity of going to Daniel "hey it might seem I know what Im doing but a lot of the time Im worried and overthink things and some nights guilt kills me because maybe i raised my voice when I shouldn't have or were too harsh with a punishment. Parenting is hard and exhausting and filled with doubts and sometimes I wish i could share that"

[guu]

Y'all have been dealt a shitty hand, and lord knows you deserve better, but you're doing so amazingly well with what you have. You're all fucking delightful and caring and brimming with creativity, and you deserve so much happiness <3

yea, haha.

i'm hangin' in there. i know by this point in my life, (esp since i'll be 31 soon) that my best days can't possibly be behind me. even if our mom is gone, she would want to see us shine and be happy.

i have two wonderful children i would never give up on. i always knew it before, but esp after mom, i wanna make sure my kids have me around as long as possible, so i can keep showing them the warmth and love that mom gave me

and i'm so happy xander trusts me sm that he knows he doesn't have to lie to me about things, or suffer in silence.

and as leon gets older, i will be with them every step of the way to guide them, teach them of dangers, that they can be whoever they wanna be with pride, like xander is. he's such a sweet older brother.

also jamie? idk if u ever look thru my tumblr but as always, i'm here to help you too. 'cause ur my oldest sis and i love ya, and bc mama wouldn't want you to deal with everything alone.

i know you were closer to her than anyone. i promise you'll always have me in your corner. and i'm glad the kiddos have so much fun when they visit you, and i know it must help you too.

you and mom helped me so much raising xander when i was 18. i will always be eternally grateful to you, which is why i will put my money where my mouth is.

djghjdksk sry anon i went on a tangent but im sure u dont mind

[spirits-child]

On prayers in hellenism

(feel free to correct me if i made a mistake)

Literally yesterday I was talking to one of my best friends about her relationships and said “i must admit when you dated x i prayed day and night for you to find a better man, im not a prayer person tbh”. 

And that little dumb comment ended up here. I thought to myself why was I in fact not a prayer person and why and how did I pray in certain cases such as when running or asking Aphrodite for my friend to find a better guy.

So here you go, a crash course on prayers but specifically in hellenism. 

If it’s not obvious, each way of worshipping is different and if you don’t agree with something I say just don’t do it? Paganism in general is a very personal and free religion, so do whatever you think it’s the right way (be careful too pls). 

Let’s start with what troubled me the most, the posture. Did I have to kneel? Sit? WHAT?! Well here you go:

When praying to ouranic Gods or heavenly Gods, one should stand with hands in the air and palms facing upward (Burkert 1985, 75).

When praying to chthonic Gods or underworld Gods, as well as the deceased, hands mustn’t be raised, and the prayer should be murmured (Burkert 1985, 75).

When praying to einalic Gods or Gods of the sea, as well as Nymphs and spirits of the earth, arms must be spread wide towards the sea; the hands “are also stretched towards the cult image” (Burkert 1985, 75).

(Here you can find which are some of the ouraic, chtonic and einalic gods)

Position ready, now you should try to purify yourself through washing your hands, taking a shower, etc. (Miasma, this is all miasma go research kiddos). Why? WHY?! Well, Imagine someone comes to you all dirty and smelly asking for help... no fun right. 

Let’s assume you already are clean, get an offering to offer the gods and let’s start. 

Okay okay now, what do we say when we start a prayer? Do we say “Hey pal how you doing bro” (be kind enough to add the generic frat boy voice when reading)? The answer is obviously not but what should we say... I assume you have already decided who are you praying too, so we name/invoke the deity we are asking help/giving our gratitude too, most of the times this starts with a “Hear, O (deity) + (epithets you might think are pertinent for this specific prayer, optional)”. Not always though, I’ll be furthermore breaking down two prayers from the Iliad on this steps to make it even more clear. This comparison can be found below.

Done that? We can proceed to basically give an “argument” on why you, from all people, should be blessed with their help. This is not for to guilt trip the deity okay, this is to bring up the beautiful relationship you have with them, it’s basically a reminder of “Hey, I’m serious about our deity x worshipper relationship, this is no joke”.

Now ofc we have to say why are we praying for. Wealth? Love? Want to pass your exams? (I sure do). Please don’t ask for an unicorn, ask for something the gods can give you such as protection, a blessing, good luck at an exam: be creative but not too creative. 

Now that they are hopefully giving you what you’re asking for, we give back freely not because we want to force them to give us what we want. Basically the quote “I give so that you may give.” This can be considered as a “promise” on doing something like “I will practice violin daily for you” or “I will burn a candle for you”. You have your own practices so go with them. 

Comparison among two prayers

Now that we got this, you may ask yourself “Where the hell is Roy taking all this info from?”. So I’ll just analyze prayers for you so you can see the clear structure used by Greek Writers. Here we go through comparing two prayers from the best book on Earth, the Iliad:

[446] So saying he placed her in his arms, and he joyfully took his dear child; but they made haste to set in array for the god the holy hecatomb around the well-built altar, and then they washed their hands and took up the barley grains. Then Chryses lifted up his hands, and prayed aloud for them: "Hear me, god of the silver bow, who stands over Chryse and holy Cilla, and rules mightily over Tenedos. As before you heard me when I prayed—to me you did honour, and mightily smote the host of the Achaeans—even so now fulfill me this my desire: ward off now from the Danaans the loathly pestilence."

The Iliad Book 1 446-457

[220] to war in the forefront of the Myrmidons. But Achilles went into his hut, and opened the lid of a chest, fair and richly-dight, that silver-footed Thetis had set on his ship for him to carry with him, whem she had filled it well with tunics, and cloaks to keep off the wind, and woollen rugs. [225] Therein had he a fair-fashioned cup, wherefrom neither was any other man wont to drink the flaming wine, nor was he wont to pour drink offerings to any other of the gods save only to father Zeus. This cup he then took from the chest and cleansed it first with sulphur, and thereafter washed it in fair streams of water; [230] and himself he washed his hands, and drew flaming wine. Then he made prayer, standing in the midst of the court, and poured forth the wine, looking up to heaven; and not unmarked was he of Zeus, that hurleth the thunderbolt:“Zeus, thou king, Dodonaean, Pelasgian, thou that dwellest afar, ruling over wintry Dodona,—and about thee dwell the Selli, [235] thine interpreters, men with unwashen feet that couch on the ground. Aforetime verily thou didst hear my word, when I prayed: me thou didst honour, and didst mightily smite the host of the Achaeans; even so now also fulfill thou for me this my desire. Myself verily will I abide in the gathering of the ships, [240] but my comrade am I sending forth amid the host of the Myrmidons to war: with him do thou send forth glory, O Zeus, whose voice is borne afar, and make bold the heart in his breast, to the end that Hector, too, may know whether even alone my squire hath skill to fight, or whether his hands [245] then only rage invincible, whenso I enter the turmoil of Ares. But when away from the ships he hath driven war and the din of war, thea all-unscathed let him come back to the swift ships with all his arms, and his comrades that fight in close combat.”

The Iliad book XVI 220-245

Libations & Placement 

Achilless:  This cup he then took from the chest and cleansed it first with sulphur, and thereafter washed it in fair streams of water; [230] and himself he washed his hands, and drew flaming wine.”

Chryses: “around the well-built altar, and then they washed their hands (...) then Chryses lifted up his hands, and prayed aloud for them”

Calling among the gods

Chryses: "Hear me, god of the silver bow, who stands over Chryse and holy Cilla, and rules mightily over Tenedos

Achilles: ”Zeus, thou king, Dodonaean, Pelasgian, thou that dwellest afar, ruling over wintry Dodona,—and about thee dwell the Selli, [235] thine interpreters, men with unwashen feet that couch on the ground.”

Justification 

Chryses: As before you heard me when I prayed—to me you did honour, and mightily smote the host of the Achaeans

Achilles:  Aforetime verily thou didst hear my word, when I prayed: me thou didst honour, and didst mightily smite the host of the Achaeans; even so now also fulfill thou for me this my desire.

What they are asking for

Chryses: even so now fulfill me this my desire: ward off now from the Danaans the loathly pestilence

Achilles: O Zeus, whose voice is borne afar, and make bold the heart in his breast, to the end that Hector, too, may know whether even alone my squire hath skill to fight, or whether his hands [245] then only rage invincible, whenso I enter the turmoil of Ares. But when away from the ships he hath driven war and the din of war, thea all-unscathed let him come back to the swift ships with all his arms, and his comrades that fight in close combat.”

Offerings

Chryses:  and took up the barley grains.

Achilles: nor was he wont to pour drink offerings to any other of the gods save only to father Zeus.

-_-

They both fulfill the checklist I did for you so hopefully this will be helpful. As always good luck!

Pulleyn, S. (1997). Prayer in Greek religion. Oxford: Clarendon Press. Petrovic, A., & Petrovic, I. (2016). Inner purity and pollution in Greek religion. Oxford: Oxford University Press.

[jade-parcels]

The genshin men: fatherhood edition

With: Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Venti, Albedo and Baizhu

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Childe:

Ajax loves kids and he’ll make that known early on in your relationship

Like...This man wants five or more kids but he’ll settle for four. He dreams of a big family, getting to surround himself with you and your kids every night for family dinners, everyone getting together for big birthday parties or reunions! That’s his dream life! Plus, in Snezhnaya, most families have more than two kids anyways

He will cry so hard when his babies are placed in his arms for the first time, I mean he’s a mess. Nose is running, eyes puffy, lost of sniffling lmao he is so excited to be a dad!! Don’t you dare tell the other Harbingers how much he cried...What do you mean you took a picture when he wasn’t looking??? Hey??!?!

With his obscene amount of mora, he’ll buy a huge house that will accommodate everyone. Anything you want will be purchased that day or within 48 hours, the same goes for the kids

But they’ll all learn to be thankful for what they have. They’ll learn to fight, fish and speak multiple languages. He has high expectations but let’s face it, he’ll be proud of them no matter what

You’re gonna have to be the one to put your foot down though because Ajax doesn’t enjoy being the ‘mean parent’, he has trouble saying no to the kiddos which can create some tension between you and your husband. He has good intentions of course!! He doesn’t wanna say no to those cute, freckled faces!!

Zhongli:

Zhongli is nervous about having kids because he’s immortal. So this will go one of two ways. 1. You have the baby and the baby ends up not being immortal (or you adopt a baby who is not immortal) Then he loses you both. OR 2. You have the baby and it inherits his immortality and becomes an adeptus. Now he and the baby will have to watch you die while they both life forever.

Either way...It hurts him to think about because he loves you!! He wants to have a family with you!! He wants to give you that perfect family life every human desires!! But he’s torn

You two will just have to figure it out.

Zhongli will be a strong, male figure for your kid(s) and he will instill that traditional kindness and respect into their behavior. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ always, always offer to help someone who needs it, do good deeds and you will feel accomplished, be the best you you can be, alway try your hardest because that’s all that matters

He will be sure that your kid(s) always feel loved ALWAYS. Zhongli will tell them stories, cook for them, take them to school, anything that needs to be done. When you’ve had a rough day, he’ll step in to take over for the night without being asked. He shows interest in everything your kid(s) like and he will do his damn best to display every piece of artwork they make or every pretty rock they find

He...will make a great dad :’)

Kaeya:

Ooooh brother, at first Kaeya says no he doesn’t want kids but...Then he starts thinking about it

He observes the happy families that walk around the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt, how the kiddos smile and laugh with their parents. He’ll patrol in the afternoons, usually rounding the corner just in time to see the city’s kids leave school for the day, watching as they all run down the street to go home to their parents or play in the fountain together...Yeah, that really warms his heart

He’d want one or two kids, preferably two to avoid an only child being lonely. He isn’t on the best terms with Diluc but he can admit that they had a great childhood together, playing at the winery and running around as brothers do

Kaeya would be a very patient, understanding father. He doesn’t have much of a temper so he’d use the kids’ mistakes as learning opportunities instead of getting upset at them

He would be obsessed with the kids when they’re babies though oh man if you thought you had baby fever, he has it times ten! He loves holding the baby, watching with a twinkling eye as his baby grasps his thumb with its tiny hand... adorable

And if your kids inherited his eyes, his star shaped pupils that his ancestors passed down to him...He’s gonna get emotional

Everyone at the knights’ headquarters and the Angel’s Share will get sick of him REALLY fast cause he won’t stop bragging about how cute and smart his kids are lmao

Diluc:

Diluc would be such a soft dad don’t even get me started

He loves you so much of course he wants to have kids with you! Is that even a question?? He won’t be the one to bring it up unless he gets the feeling that you want kids but once you ask, he’ll agree so fast

He’ll be grateful to even have one kid with you :’) and he’ll be fine with however many kids YOU want. You want one kid? Perfect! You want four? No problem, the manor is big enough for ten! You...you want ten...? Time to hire some more maids then lmao

Diluc is a worry wart though, he’ll be afraid to hold the baby, feed it, bathe it, he’s terrified of hurting the baby or the baby suddenly hating him. So just help him out!! Cause when he gets comfortable with the baby, he’ll be in full dad mode

He isn’t embarrassed to walk around the manor, conducting business with a baby strapped to his chest!

Diluc is a very kind, gentle dad who will always offer helpful solutions to the kiddos’ problems. He’ll make sure all of their needs are met while also trying to avoid spoiling them... Too much... There will be a fair amount of spoiling...

His own father wasn’t too affectionate with him so that’s why he’ll be affectionate with his kids! Hugs and kisses when he tucks them in at night, big dad hugs when they get home from school, holding their hands in the busy streets of Mondstadt. His father was a great dad! He just aims to be better.

Xiao:

Like Zhongli, he worries about the mortality thing. Since he’s an Adeptus, his kid will certainly be an Adeptus too if you have kids together.

He also worries that his kid(s) will hate him. His duty is to kill demons which means that rain or shine, holidays, special occasions, day or night he’s gotta be ready to go slaughter demonic beings. So he’ll inevitably miss out on important stages in the kiddos’ lives

And admittedly... He’ll be scared of his kids lmao

They’re screaming, crying, barfing, pooping, laughing, screaming again...He can’t predict their behavior. It’s unsettling. All of that goes away one night when you sit him down and place your sleeping baby in his arms. His eyes go wide...And he just watches. This tiny, little baby...Feels no fear for him. It’s comforted by his presence. He almost cries...ALMOST

He’s still pretty much the same Xiao we all know and love but now he has a kid. “Slaying demons is what I do...Hey, go back inside and finish your dinner. Yes, even your vegetables. I don’t care that you don’t like them-...Fine. Don’t tell your mother, bring them to me. I’ll eat them” cute :)

He’s a protective dad and husband, he’d never let anyone or anything harm his beloved family

Venti:

Venti....does not want kids. He thinks they’re cute! He likes the idea of kids but he knows he wouldn’t enjoy actually having kids

You two already have so much fun together!! You don’t need a kid!! You guys have dogs!! Dogs are like kids! But they’re more independent and they’re cuter!

He’ll feel bad if you want kids and he doesn’t, he really will! But it’ll be nearly impossible to convince him cause he’s made his mind up :/

Venti’ll make it up to you somehow though, he’ll take you out more and show you all of the adventures you guys can have if there aren’t kids around

But for the sake of fatherhood headcanons, let’s pretend he gave in. Venti would be a very caring dad. He would cuddle the hell out of this kiddo and sing to them :’) the only problem is that Venti doesn’t like being tethered to one place for too long so he tends to take off and not come back for a few days... :(

Albedo:

Albedo wants kids mostly just to see what fatherhood would be like. He’s always been curious about what that part of his life would be like so why not have a kid

He’d be good with one kid, two at most cause after practically raising Klee, he knows how some kids can be and...He doesn’t have the mental capacity for more than two kids at a time lmao

He tries his best to show more emotion in his face. We all know he usually sits like this 😐 and goes ‘wow im so happy right now’. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was bored out of his mind right? So he’s gotta work on that. And when he musters up a smile for the baby and it smiles back at him????? Yeah...He’s gonna try to smile a lot more now

He definitely softens up once he becomes a dad, he shows emotion more than he used to and surprisingly, he takes time off of work. Shocker, I know! He decides that he’s been in the lab long enough and that he wants to be able to be there for these moments with you and his kid(s) :’) :’) He trusts Sucrose and Timaeus to take over for him for a couple hours

He keeps a journal for each kid and writes down the date and time they have their firsts or just interesting things they do ->

- 8/4: Baby sees and plays with a cat for the first time

- 9/5: Baby smacked me in the face and laughed so hard she threw up

-9/12: Baby learns that pulling my hair gets my attention. She now continues to do so

-10/15: Baby stays at Aunt Klee’s house for the first time

Baizhu:

Baizhu really loves kids, he works with them a lot and he considers Qiqi to be his daughter anyway but in terms of you guys having a kid together, with his condition he can probably only handle one kid running around

He will do his absolute best to be a good dad. Even if he feels like death, he’ll help change diapers, feed the baby, care for it when you need a break. He isn’t contagious so when you’re sleeping and he feels gross, he’ll sit back against the pillows with the baby on his chest, the three of you resting together (though he doesn’t fall asleep...that would be dangerous for the baby)

Baizhu already tends to nag at you about your health and lifestyle choices but now?? He’ll be a menace. He’ll be constantly evaluating your baby’s condition, checking to see if a certain food is giving them a rash or making sure their skin isn’t drying out. He’s hyper aware of your baby’s health and will be the one to treat them if they get sick

He’s a busy guy since he runs the pharmacy but he will always do his best to be present for your baby’s big milestones! And when your kid cries cause Baizhu’s medicine tastes like shit, he’ll do his best to not be disappointed in their reaction lmao

When you leave him alone with the baby, he’ll wrap a scarf around himself to tie the baby to his chest while he works and...he looks so cute :) dad baizhu <3 <3 <3 <3

Bonus points for him buying the baby toy medical equipment so he can get your kiddo interested in medicine :)

[snowsanji]

some dad!schlatt hcs:

-schlatt had legitimately no idea how to take care of a child. he was terrified his first few nights alone with tubbo. he read almost every parenting book out there but these things were easier said than done. tubbo slept most of the time so schlatt didn’t have to deal with much but he was still worried.

- he went to philza for help on parenting most of the time.

“phil i don’t know what to do. how do kids work?”

phil, with wilbur and techno running around in the background and baby tommy in his arms. “no one really knows. but you have to make sure that he knows you care about him. it’s the most important thing.”

- eventually, schlatt got more of the hang of it. tubbo got older and something happened.

“dad! dad! somethinf happened!” tubbo yelled, running down the stairs into schlatt’s office.

“what? what happened? are you okay?”

“there’s something on my head! a bump!”

“where? did you hit your head on something tubbo?” schlatt looked and saw the beginnings of horns growing on tubbo’s head. “oh kid, it’s just your horns.”

“horns?”

“yeah, bud. like this.” schlatt made his classic ram horns appear on his head. “see? trade mark of the schlatt family, eh?”

tubbo’s grin grew from ear to ear. “im gonna have horns!!” he shouted happily before running up the stairs.

- tubbo is not a fan of those baby carries people have so instead, tubbo will sit on schlatt’s head, using his horns as handles. schlatt was kind of annoyed by it at first but he’s grown used to it. however, it still throws possible investors for a loop. 

“hey are you looking to invest in cryptocurrency?” 

“is that a child on your head?” 

“no.” 

- “dad can i pleaseeeee!” tubbo holds up the small bee stuffed animal, barely bigger than his face.

“no, were here for groceries. not bees.”

“but dad!!! i want the bee.”

“well you know what kiddo?” schlatt kneels down “christmas is right around the corner. maybe santa will get it for you.”

tubbo’s eyes grew wide. “santa!”

“yeah! now come on lets get some cereal.”

“creeper crunch!”

“you can’t live off creeper crunch tubbo.”

and tubbo talked about the bee, and talked about it and talked about it. he wrote about in his letter to santa, he told tommy about the bee santa was going to give him. he could barely sleep christmas eve because he was too excited about the bee. and then he woke up, and opened presents under the tree with his dad. and there was no bee.

“dadd wheres my bee?”

“was it not with the other presents bud?”

“no.”

“hmm, oh wait, im getting a call. huh? you found a present i. the sleigh santa?” schlatt winked at tubbo. “youre bringing it to the house. whats that? its outside right now?”

tubbo jumped up and flung open the front door revealing a giant bee plushy, bigger than him.

“bee!!” tubbo jumped on it, hugging it.

“see kid? santa did listen after all.”

- but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. schlatt’s running around in the cryptocurrency business had led him to a dangerous place. it wasn’t a place that a child could be raised in. and schlatt didn’t want tubbo to experience it. 

so late one night, after tubbo had fallen asleep, schlatt swept him up in his arms and wrapped him in a blanket. he tucked the bee stuffed animal he bought under his arm and carried tubbo outside and to phil’s house. he knelt down, placing tubbo and the bee on the doorstep. 

“hey kid. i dont wanna wake you up for this but i, uh, wanna say something. im not veyr good with this gushy stuff but, raising you.. its been one of the best parts of my life. and i wish i could keep looking after you. but ive got myself caught in a box, and i don’t wanna take you down with me. so youre gonna stay with phil and tommy for a bit, ok?’ 

schlatt choked back a tear. he couldn’t have anyone know he cried over this. he tussled tubbo’s hair one last time before ringing the door bell and turning to leave. 

“dad?” tubbo called out. he sounded tired, as if he wasn’t quite awake. all of schlatt wanted to turn around but he couldn’t. he looked down at the ground and continued to walk, silent tears running down his face. 

[bumbleklee]

Hihi! I hope you dont mind this request :3 Could you do a headcannon or oneshot with zhongli, xiao, ganyu, hu tao, and a reader? I have this headcannon they’d be a family in a modern au and it’s ndjddjsjjejsehhwje Or Zhongli ‘creates’ (?) a new adepti and xiao and ganyu help raise them like a little sibling fnfnsdjjdjssj The reader would be the youngest sibling :) Hu Tao as the second youngest Xiao as the middle child Ganyu as the oldest And Zhongli as their dad <3

this is so cute im gonna cry (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) i went with a modern au bc my brain is short circuiting tonight lol. also there's chili near the end because brainrot (was listening to the song “the best day” by tswift while reading these so yktv)

it’s very sfw, just cut for length  

your mother passed away shortly after you were born, leaving you and your three siblings in the care of your father

zhongli was devastated, of course, but knew he needed to be strong for everyone

fortunately, zhongli had a well-paying job so your family never struggled

when you were a freshman in high school, ganyu was already in college so you took over her bedroom that you shared with hu tao

without ganyu around to rope you guys in, life at home was total chaos

hu tao loved to play pranks on you and xiao like putting flour in your blow dryer or turning off the internet connection when xiao was fighting a boss in his favorite video game

xiao, like most teenage boys, often retaliated and it was you who had to pull them apart from killing each other

despite the constant sibling bickering and arguing, the three of you had an unexplainable bond and zhongli’s heart melted when he came home from a rough day at work to find the three of you curled up on the couch watching a movie together

zhongli is the best dad in the entire world

he was a “cool” dad, too

he let your house be the party-house as long as everyone gave him their car keys and slept over

he actually liked looking out his bedroom window to seeing you and your friends having the time of your lives in the pool (his motto: you all deserved to have a fun childhood)

he was very comforting too and his speciality was being able to fit all four kids (teenagers) in his arms at once

if zhongli realized you were upset, he would take you out to spend the day with him, window shopping or eating at your favorite restaurant and ending the day with a snuggle in front of the tv (no matter how old you were)

one time, you and hu tao woke up to an eighteen year-old xiao wrapped up in a blanket next to zhongli on the couch

zhongli has special nicknames for all of you (ganyu is ganny, xiao is kiddo and will always be kiddo, hu tao is princess, and you’re bug)

you’re closest to hu tao

she’s two years older than you and is the only one of your siblings who doesn’t treat you like a baby all the time

she’s definitely the rebellious kid and you know all of her hiding spots for things (you would never snitch on her though)

xiao and ganyu are very protective of you

ganyu just wants you to make smart decisions while xiao threatens anyone who comes near you with a romantic interest

it was annoying at first to have such an overprotective older brother but when your very first relationship ended horribly, you were glad xiao was there to kick their ass and bring you ice cream

when ganyu comes home from college, it’s like a celebration

you and hu tao will run at her and nearly tackle her to the ground in excitement

xiao stands around usually but is always happy she’s home too

birthdays are a big deal in your home

zhongli likes to surprise everyone with “blank days until your birthday” gifts as an excuse to spoil you kids 

he lets you do whatever you want on your birthday too

if you want to go a fancy restaurant, sure. if you want to have a huge birthday party at the house, go for it. if you want to stay in your room all day, alright. his mindset is that it’s one day a year that about you and only you

zhongli is so supportive of you guys

if you’re questioning your gender or sexuality, he’ll listen to you

he’s very progressive and all he wants is for you kids to be happy

when zhongli starts dating a man named childe when you’re sixteen, everyone reacts differently

ganyu is excited, happy her dad finally met someone new after so many years of being alone

xiao is indifferent. at first he’s upset, thinking zhongli is going to forget about their mom, but once he reassures him he’s not, xiao comes around

like ganyu, you’re happy for zhongli. you like childe and you know he makes your dad happy so you’re happy

hu tao, on the other hand, is very against it

anytime zhongli tried to date someone new when she was younger, she had thrown a tantrum and cried for her mom

zhongli, not wanting to make his daughter upset, usually broke off the relationship

but now she was eighteen and she couldn’t really throw a tantrum

so when zhongli told everyone he was dating childe and hu tao ran off to the basement, the three of you followed her

you found out that had similar thoughts to xiao and thought zhongli was dating someone new to replace your mother

it took a lot of coaxing and tears but finally, hu tao came to terms with the situation

surprisingly, she had the best relationship with childe after a while

when you’re graduating high school, zhongli realizes all his babies grew up

(he suffers from empty nest syndrome)

“So, what do you think?” You grinned, watching your siblings and father admire your new dorm room. Ganyu and Hu tao exchanged looks before Ganyu nodded her head proudly. 

“Looks great,” She smiled, “It kind of looks like your bedroom at home.” 

“I thought it would look like a hurricane,” Xiao smirked, earning a playful hit on the upside of his head by his older sister. You heard her mutter an insult under her breath. 

“I think it's quite lovely, Bug,” Zhongli says softly. His hands are twisted behind his back and he won’t make eye contact with you. 

You run your hand under the waterfall lights on the wall, hundreds of photos of your family and friends clipped to the strings. Looking around, you realized you dorm was decorated like your bedroom. You had brought the same comforter and pillows from home and even set up your desk exactly the same. Maybe you weren’t so ready to let go of your childhood, either. 

Zhongli was about to open his mouth when your roommate and their parents walked into the dorm. There was a short exchange of greetings before your siblings filed into the hallway. You knew this was goodbye. 

“You can call me anytime. You know that, right?” Zhongli started, toying with your lampshade. “And if you ever feel homesick and need to-”

“I’ll be okay, dad,” You smiled softly. You embraced your father tightly and he did the same to you. After what felt like hours, but was probably not even a minute, Zhongli pulled away. He gazed you adoringly before kissing your forehead and leaving the dorm. 

Ganyu, who had taken a day off from work to be there, held out of her hand to her father. “Weird, isn’t it?” She asked comfortingly. 

“They’re all grown-up,” He mumbled, “All of my babies are grown up.” 

“Oh, dad,” Hu Tao said. She threw herself at Zhongli, catching him off guard.  “We’ll always be your babies.” 

Zhongli mustered a smile on her lips. He ruffled Hu Tao’s hair. “Yeah,” He agreed, “Let’s go eat.”

[ray-ray-writings]

UMM THIS

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe24dvmM/

Im sorry I know you are packed and busy but can I make a request based on that video?? BECAUSE HOT DAM JUST WILBUR ENTERING LIKE

‘WHAT IS THIS I HEARD ABOUT HURTING Y/N AND TOMMY ‘

LOOK AT THAT VIDEO LOOK AT IT AND TELL ME YOU ARENT SIMPING TO THAT MAN

I simply cannot tell you that because it would be untrue because I am SIMPING so hard…. Also this was way longer and had a lot more plot than I originally planned so…. There’s that lol. Hope you enjoy. (P.S. Because it’s so long, this is going to be the only post tonight, my brain is a bit fried rn lol. Have a great night everyone!)

Warnings: Mentions of very quickly losing a lot of weight, it’s brief but it’s there. As well as, manipulation from Dream. At one point the reader is like “wow it’s been three days since you hit me… Thanks Dream!” And a few swear words here and there. 

Before Wilbur died, you and Wilbur were married. It absolutely broke your heart to watch the love of your life lose his mind (and then his life) for the nation that you and he created to raise and protect your boys in. But you stood by his side until the very end. You held his hand as he died and clutched his body with Phil once it was over. Ghostbur gave you somewhat of a shock. Because you’re husband was back, and he remembered you. He was the man you had married. The person he was before the presidency, before the war, before L’Manberg… You’re Wilbur was back. But you were still sad. You couldn’t hug him or kiss him like you were able to and although he seemed to be right in front of you, it felt like he couldn’t be farther away. Ghostbur can see this and decides that if he can, he really wants to try to come back to life. He tells his father and older brother about this and so they begin planning and researching. In doing this, they kind of accidentally turn a blind eye to what is happening to you and Tommy. 

While those three are figuring out how to bring Wilbur back from the dead, you and Tommy are being harassed by Dream. Something else you lost when you lost Wilbur was protection from Dream. For some reason, Dream was always afraid of Wilbur. Perhaps it was his ability to always stand up for what he wanted and fight for the things he loves… Or perhaps it was because he was Techno’s brother. Doesn’t matter. Point is when you lost Wilbur you lost the protection from Dream. Dream threatens you and Tommy, trying to provoke Tommy and trick him into doing stuff so that Dream could get him in trouble and one day it finally works. Dream tells Tommy where George’s vacation house is because he knows that Tommy cannot resist checking a place out and looking through other people’s stuff. So Tommy drags Ranboo over there and while they’re there they accidentally knock over a lantern and burn some of the house and some of the chests. On the other side of the server, Dream is in your home, poking fun at you for losing your husband and telling you that it was partially your fault and just stuff like that. You didn’t react. You never could when talking to Dream. But his words stung and slashed deep, and he knew it. Finally after a while of this, Tommy comes bursting through your front door, out of breath and seemingly panicked. “What’s the matter?” You ask softly, leaving your kitchen and going to comfort your boy. Tommy is about to spill everything but when he looks up he sees Dream and immediately swallows his words. “We were playing tag… That’s all… Tag” he says. You absolutely do not believe him but you catch his gaze and know that whatever he’s done he cannot say it in front of Dream. So you decide you’ll just have to wait…. You don’t have to wait long. 

“You burnt down George’s vacation home?” Dream’s deadly tone sounds from the kitchen. Your eyes widen and scan Tommy’s face and the look that overtakes him, you know it’s true. “I did not burn it down… I knocked over a lantern and a small fire broke out… I tried to repair everything, it’s fine.” Tommy insists. But Dream seems too pissed to listen to reason. “Come with me” he hisses, marching forward and snatching Tommy’s wrist tightly and marching out of the house. A small whimper left Tommy’s lips as he was pulled causing you to fly into a rage. “Let go of him!” you demand, chasing after them. Dream doesn’t listen and so you reach out and shove his shoulder causing him to stumble, let go of Tommy’s wrist and whip around to face you too. A chilling smile rests on his face, “Oh you just messed up big time.” Before you can react, he reaches out, grabs your wrist, grabs Tommy’s again and continues on down the Prime Path. You’d try to fight it but the grip on your wrist was just too strong. Dream pulls you to Tubbo and immediately jumps on the boy. He explains what happened as well as says that you assaulted him and that he wants you two exiled from L’Manberg or there will be hell to pay. Dream tells Tubbo he will start a war and will kill everyone and everything if his orders are not followed. You can tell Tubbo really doesn’t want to, but it’s something he has to do. Tubbo lets out a small sigh and nod, “Okay Dream. You win.” He murmurs, not looking at Tommy’s betrayed face. “Excellent choice, Mr. President,” the man spits out. “Tubbo” Tommy utters broken heartedly, staring at his best friend, silently begging him to say sike… It never comes. “Dream please escort Tommy and Y/N out of my country.” “With pleasure” You wrist is seized again and you’re being dragged away from your home. 

After you three get out of the SMP, Dream lets go of your wrists and lets you walk for yourself. You approach Tommy and wrap a comforting arm around him. “It’s going to be okay Tommy. Everything is going to be okay.” You comfort the young boy who sighs and nods, “I just can’t believe that he would throw me under the bus like that,” Tommy murmurs. “I know kiddo. I know.” You follow Dream for a very long time until he is satisfied that you are far enough away from the rest of the SMP. “Okay, we stop here… Put your stuff in this hole,” Dream commands, digging a small hole for the two of you to throw your stuff in. You let out a scoff and roll your eyes, “No way. You’ve already forced us into exile. There’s no way we’re giving you our stuff.” Dream’s face flushed a bright red before he lurched forward and grabbed you. Putting in a headlock to where you’re back was pressed against his chest, his arm around your throat while he has a crossbow to your head. “I’ve had enough of you fucking attitude Y/N. You have no power here. I do. I’m in charge and when I say to do something, you do it. If I ask you to jump, the only thing you may ask after that is “How high?” Do you understand?” You don’t speak, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of obedience. But then the tip of the arrow digs into the side of your head causing you to let out a small pained whimper, “I said, do you understand?” he demands again. “Yes” you finally whimper out. He moves the crossbow away from your skull and lets you go and shoves you forward, stumbling into Tommy who catches you and stabilizes you. “Put your stuff in the hole… Now” he growls, not in the mood for any more ‘games’. You and Tommy share a look and then a sigh and slowly put your things in the hole like he demanded. And you could only watch as he placed TNT above it and blew up everything. All of your items that you had worked hard for… Gone in a moment. Dream leaves with a cackle. You and Tommy are just there. Shocked. Finally, after a few moments, you’re able to shake yourself out of it. “Okay… Let’s get started, there’s no time to waste.” Tommy just looks at you and then he sighs and nods. “Let’s do it then.” The two of you spend the rest of the day gathering materials and building yourself a little shelter. You were all alone… At least you were all alone with your brother.

As we all know, Dream comes back almost every day. He comes back, blows up your stuff and leaves. The first time he came back you tried to stop him… It didn’t go well. “Dream, please he just-“ He cut off your words with a harsh slap across the face. It sends you flying and leaves your head spinning. “Haven’t you learned yet? Stuff. Hole. Now.” And you have no choice but to obey. You watch with a broken heart as Tommy slowly begins to actually trust Dream and believe him when he says that no one misses him. You do your best to be there for him and convince him that it’s not true but as days go by and no one, not even your Ghostbur, you can’t help but slowly believe that they’ve forgotten about you two. As time goes on, it seems that you and Tommy fade. You lose a lot of weight. Your food source is scarce and you have to do a lot of work because you’re restarting every. single. day. You get hurt a lot easier and it takes a lot more time to recover. Every once in a while, Dream will physically hurt you. Whether it a slap or a small sword slash, he does it just to make sure you still remember who’s in charge. You just learn to take it and deal with it. It hurts, but at least it’s you and not Tommy. Ranboo visits you once and is horrified at what he sees. He’s worried about you, but knows he can do basically nothing to help you. He makes a mental note to tell someone about it back in the SMP…. And even though he has memory problems, this is one thing he cannot forget. 

On the other side of the SMP, Philza, Techno, and Ghostbur have done it. They’ve cracked it. They have figured out how to bring Ghostbur back to life and to bring back Wilbur. The three make the plan and tell no one, especially not you. (Yeah…. They don’t even realize that you and Tommy aren’t around rn lol) They want to make sure this works before they tell anyone. So they do all the prep and the work and then they perform the ritual. They perform it in a cave somewhere just a little bit away from Techno’s house so that absolutely no one would know where they are or what they were doing. They begin just as nightfalls. Carefully completely each step and making sure they’re doing everything just right, knowing if they fuck up one small thing it’s over and they won’t be able to get Wilbur back. The three complete the final step and wait…. Nothing happens. “Fuck!” Techno curses, his eyes falling to the book, “We did everything right! It should have worked!” “Techno calm down, we’re all upset but at least we-” Philza doesn’t get to finish. All of the sudden a bright light floods the room. The light? It’s coming from Ghostbur. “Uhh guys?” the ghost questions in fear as he is levitated off the ground. Philza and Techno cannot look at him for fear of going blind. Ghostbur is unsure of what is happening but then the shredding pain fills his body. A scream rips from his throat as his whole form begins to physicalize. The skin begins to become real as the bones, blood, organs, and all other internal body parts forms. All memories that Ghostbur had forgotten flood Wilbur’s mind as his whole life flashes before his eyes, reminding him of everything. It only lasts a few moments more before the light fades and Wilbur is dropped from the air. His body hits the ground with an extremely harsh thump. He feels the impact and lets out a groan. His whole body is sore… But he’s there. He’s real and most importantly he’s alive. “Wilbur?” Philza asks hesitantly. Wilbur lets out another groan. The two standing men share a look before rushing to his side. They kneel beside him and gently reach out. Don’t tell anyone but tears threaten to fall from both men’s eyes, Philza and Techno’s, as their hands actually are able to touch Wilbur and they don’t go through him as if he were a ghost. They gently help him from his side to laying on his back. At the movement, Wilbur opens his eyes and is met with the tear laced ones of two of his family members. “Hey guys” he manages to croak out, “how’s it going” “Wilbur” Philza breaks, a tear streaming down his cheek before he lurches forward and wraps the boy into a warm hug. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” the older man sobs to his son. “Shhhh,” Wilbur calms his father, “It’s okay Dadza. I wanted it. You did what you had to do. It’s okay.” To the two’s surprise’s Techno’s buff arms wrap around the two and join in the hug. “It’s uhhh… it’s good to see you Wilbur” Techno grumbles, not really liking the emotion that had built up in his chest. Wilbur let out a soft laugh, “Good to see you too Tech.” 

The sweet moment is broken by someone calling Techno’s name a little ways away from the cave. At first, they elect to ignore it, but then the voice calls again, this time for Philza and they can tell now that whoever it is, is panicking. So the two help Wilbur up and gently help him out of the cave. They look out over the snow and find Ranboo there, standing on Techno’s front porch. “Ranboo!” Techno calls out causing the tall boy to turn around and then run at them. “Techno! Phil!.... Is that Wilbur? Like actual real Wilbur? He’s alive?” Ranboo asks, his tone still slightly panicked. “Yes Ranboo… It’s a long story but to sum it up we managed to bring Wilbur back to life… Now why are you here and why are you panicked.” Ranboo’s eyes shift back to Wilbur and gulps, “I knew you weren’t going to like this… But now you’re really not going to like this… Dream is hurting Y/N and Tommy…” All three, especially Wilbur, snap to attention at that. “What?” Wilbur asks harshly. Ranboo gulps and nods before diving into his story. He tells them about your exile and how Dream has been treating you two, blowing up your stuff and even physically harming Y/N. He tells them that Dream has the two convinced that nobody cares about them anymore. The three go stiff at that. Have they all been so focused they really missed all of this? Well time to go right some wrongs. It is almost as if all ache and tiredness left Wilbur’s body at the thought of his spouse being hurt, especially at the hands of Dream. He straightens up and takes a few steps toward Ranboo, “Take them to us” he speaks, his tone pretty damn dark. Ranboo nods and quickly turns around and leads the three men back to the exile spot. 

Back in exile, you and Tommy built a house… Logsted! It wasn’t exactly your taste, but it made Tommy happy so you lived in it together. You had woken up, actually feeling kind of good. The bruises and nicks on your face had slowly begun to heal and Dream hadn’t hit you in the past three days. You had a nice dinner last night, you and Tommy had found some chickens and made a small chicken farm a little ways away from the house so that way Dream couldn’t easily find it, but point is you had chicken for dinner… that’s what I was getting at… I’ll move on. So long story short, you were feeling good. The sun had risen and so Tommy and you were just kind of waiting for Dream to show up so you could get the daily blowing up over with. And like clockwork, he shows up, but for some reason he’s angry. For the past couple days he’d actually be pleasant to be around, greeting you asking you how you’ve been. But today was different. He slammed the door open and begins digging a hole in the middle of Logstedshire… That’s really weird. He was going to blow up the stuff inside the house? No way. But he points to the hole and you know he wants you to dump your items in. You move to the hole but don’t throw your stuff in, “Inside the house? Can we please go outside, I don’t want to ruin our hard work” wrong thing to say. A growl escapes Dream’s lips as he reaches forward and slaps you hard across the face, harder than he’s ever slapped you. It is enough to make you dizzy, but you don’t even have time to recover because his hand is in your hair, yanking it back forcing you to look at him. “You stupid bitch. You would think that after all this time, you would have learned by now… I mean you were doing so so well. But it just seems that you never learn your lesson… Guess I’ll have to teach you yet again.” And he pulls out his sword and points it at your stomach, ready to slice you again. Just as he’s about to harm you, the door swings open again and someone stumbles in. They lean against the doorframe with their hand grabbing the top of the frame. You can hear Tommy let out a gasp and you watch Dream’s eyes widen in fear. “So Dream,” an all too familiar voice calls, “What’s this about hurting Y/N and Tommy now?” And then you’re let go by Dream. You crash to the ground, fall flat on your ass, but you manage to scramble to a stand as you stare at the door frame in complete... Shock? Amazement? Fear? You can’t tell. You’re husband, Wilbur, is standing there in the flesh. Literally in the flesh. He’s alive again and you cannot believe it. “Wilbur” Dream stutters out, “You’re alive? How-” “That doesn’t matter, Dream. What matters is the fact that you’ve been hurting Y/N and Tommy… We can’t have that. So now what is going to happen is I’m going to take my family back to L’Manberg and you are never going to hurt them again,” Wilbur announces, moving ever so slightly further into the room. Seeming to have recovered just a bit from shock, Dream actually retorts, “Or what?”. Two more people enter the house and it causes Dream to blanch even further. “I think you know what… now run along.” Not wanting to risk it, Dream takes off running. 

Once you’re sure he’s gone, you allow yourself to speak. “Wilbur?” You whisper out, still not sure if this is real or if you’re dreaming. Wilbur’s attention shifts to you and he completely soften. “Hello,” he greets with a soft smile on his face, taking a few steps toward you, “Have you missed me?” Deciding you don’t care if he’s real or not, you rush forward and throw yourself into his arms. You, like Philza and Techno, almost cry at the feeling of your body’s connecting. He’s here. He’s real. And he’s alive. His arms wrap around you and hold you to him so tightly, you almost can’t breathe. But you don’t care. You’re hugging your husband. You’re actually hugging your husband. “I missed you so much, Wilby. I mean we had Ghostbur but it wasn’t the same. I missed you,” you mumble into his shoulders, the tears slowly falling out of your eyes. His hand comes up and slowly pets your head, in silent comfort and reassurance. 

After a few minutes you pull away slightly, “How are you-” You’re cut off by his lips pressing against your and you cannot help but melt. It has been months since his passing and this was just the absolute best feeling in the world. You kiss back with so much passion it makes your head spin, this time in a good way. It’s also probably the only time ever his brother’s didn’t fake vomit at the sight of you kissing. You only pull back to catch a breath, but right as you breathe in, Wilbur’s lips are back on yours. The process repeats a few times, before you manage to breathe out a “Will,” causing him to pull back, but leaving his forehead resting on yours and his lips just hovering above yours. “Yes my love,” he mumbles to you. “Can we go home please” you ask, not wanting to be here at Logstedshire any longer. He gives you a warn grin, leaning the inch forward and kissing you once more before giving his answer. “Of course my love. Let’s get out of here.” 

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Taking Chances Ch. 18: Girl’s Night (Heroes/Villains)

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Teleporting back into her room in Gotham, Marinette flops onto her bed. Passing Kaalki sugar cubes and Tikki a cookie, she suppresses the urge to scream into her pillow. She was sick and tired of Hawkmoth. Sick and tired of being the one who has to fix everything. She just wanted one week with no Hawkmoth, no akuma attacks. But no. Of course not. Of course he just had to send out a stupid akuma every single day. Because why not. How’re people supposed to know he’s still being the main villain of Paris if he takes a freaking day off? Once she finds out who he is, she’s going to punch him in his stupid face. A knock on her door pulls her from her plotting ways to get back at Hawkmoth. 

“Come in.” She sighs, sitting up and forcing a tired smile on her face. 

“Marinette, your father wanted-” Selina starts, pausing as she looks her over. “Come on kitten, we’re having a girls day.” She says. Marinette raises an eyebrow. Sure she’d met Selina before, but they hadn’t really hung out yet. 

“What?” She asks. 

“You look exhausted and angry, sweetheart. Spending too much time with these boys isn’t going to help. So you’re gonna grab anything you need for an overnight trip and we’re going to go watch movies and eat junk food til we’re sick.” Selina instructs. Marinette grins, jumping up and shoving stuff into her backpack. She puts Kaalki’s glasses into her purse and lets her and Tikki fly in before she turns to Selina. 

“Ready!” She says, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. It’d been ages since she’d had a girls day with anyone. She was so ready to just take a break and be silly. 

“Well come on then. Harley and Ivy are going to adore you.” Selina says, slinging her arm around Marinette’s shoulders. Somehow, they manage to not see anyone on the way to Selina’s car. Which is weird, but it is a weekday so everyone probably had something to do besides sit around the manor. Pulling away from the manor, Selina flips on the radio, the new Jagged Stone song blasting full volume.

“Nice taste in music.��� Marinette says with a wide grin. Selina smirks. 

“I have to like the man at least a little, his designer is one of my kids after all.” She says. Marinette smiles, a warm feeling flooding through her. Selina didn’t have to accept her with open arms, she didn’t have to treat her like she was her own daughter. But she did, and Marinette was so thankful for that. Thankful that even so far away from her Maman, she still had a Mom there for her. The two nod along to the music, scream singing the chorus together as the car pulls to a stop in front of an apartment building. Marinette glances at the building, suddenly nervous. Would Harley and Ivy like her? Or would they just tolerate her for Selina. 

“Don’t make yourself nervous, sweetheart. Harley and Ivy are two of the sweetest people I know. They’re gonna love you.” Selina says reassuringly, reaching over and squeezing Marinette’s shoulder. Marinette lets out a breath before nodding. 

“Okay, let’s go.” She says, grabbing her bag and jumping out of the car. She follows closely behind Selina, not wanting to give anyone the chance to get between them. You could never be too careful in Gotham. They walk into the building and go straight into the elevator, Selina pushing the button and leaning up against the wall while they wait. Marinette bounces on the balls of her feet, excitement and nerves bundling together. The second the elevator stops, Marinette’s out, following Selina down the hall. She pulls out a key, winking at Marinette before turning and unlocking the door. 

“Honey, I’m home!” She calls, and Marinette’s jaw drops. The apartment was quite literally covered in plants and vines. They were beautiful. She grins as one of the vines near her leans towards her, a small flower blooming at the end of it. 

“And who did you bring with you?” A tall woman with red hair asks, walking into the room. The designer inside of Marinette instantly has a million questions about the woman’s outfit. It seemed to be made entirely of plants, but she could also tell that they were still alive. She had no idea how the woman had managed that, but she guessed that it was something that couldn’t be replicated for someone else. 

“I’m Marinette. Nice to meet you!” She says with a wide smile. The woman, who Marinette assumes is Ivy, grins back. 

“Nice to meet you, Flower. I see you’ve already made a friend.” She says, gesturing to the vine which was now wrapped around Marinette’s wrist. Marinette giggles. 

“Well, I was hoping they liked me and that’s what this was. I have a garden back in Paris, and I’d hate to find out plants actually hate me.” She says. Ivy shakes her head. 

“No worries there. They adore you, it’s a little odd if I’m honest.” Ivy says, dodging Selina who tries to flick her. 

“Did I hear Selina?” Another voice asks, a short blonde woman walking into the room. Her hair was short and choppy, the small pigtails at the top of her head dyed pink. Marinette grinned at the woman’s outfit- a Gotham Amusement Pier t-shirt, Batman pajama pants, and hot pink fuzzy socks. She wondered if her dad knows that Harley Quinn has Batman pj pants….probably not. 

“Yes, with a guest.” Selina says, plopping onto the couch and gesturing over to Marinette, who was still standing by her new vine friend. 

“Hi! I’m Marinette, it’s nice to meet you.” She says, smiling and waving with her free hand. Ivy whispers something and the vine squeezes a bit before letting go, letting her move away from the door. 

“Well aren’t ya just the cutest!” Harley squeals, running forward and giving her a big hug. “Didjya finally join your boytoy’s adopting habits?” Harley adds, still clutching onto Marinette. Selina snorts. 

“No, he beat me to her. But she’s definitely mine, too.” She says, making Marinette’s face turn red. Harley coos at her, ruffling her hair before stepping back. 

“So what brings ya here? Get annoyed with Bats already?” Harley asks. Marinette blinks in shock. Harley knows? She thinks about it for a minute, and realizes it just makes sense. They’d been fighting long enough and then he started his relationship with Selina, who was one of Harley’s best friends. It just made sense that Harley (who was extremely smart) would put two and two together. 

“No, just thought that Mari could use a girl’s day. She’s been stuck with just the boys for over a week.” Selina explains. Harley gasps. 

“The horror!” She says, making Marinette giggle. “Come on pumpkin, I’ve got the comfiest jammies ever. Oooo, and we can paint our nails! Ivy, find the movies, Selina, you’re on snacks. This is gonna be so much fun!” Harley orders, grabbing Marinette’s hand and tugging her along to one of the bedrooms, Selina’s laugh echoing throughout the apartment. 

“I did bring pjs, ma’am.” Marinette says, once Harley stops tugging her and starts searching through a drawer. 

“Bet that can’t be comfier than the ones I’ve got for ya! And call me Harley kiddo, or Auntie Harley if ya wanna.” She says, looking up from the drawer to smile widely. She looks back and cheers in victory, pulling out a pair of bright red pajama pants. Marinette snorts when she notices the logo all over the pants. 

“Really?” She asks, giggling. Harley smirks. 

“We’ll have to take a picture of us and send it to your old man. Really get ‘im riled up.” She says. Marinette nods excitedly, taking the Robin pants from Harley. This was gonna be awesome. 

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Bruce sighs, looking at the news report from Paris from earlier. The damned butterflies were hard to track. He was used to figuring out problems quickly, and this one was taking too long for comfort. It wouldn’t bother him as much if it was anywhere else, but it was directly impacting his daughter. She was being hurt daily, and she’d even died and now she was plagued with nightmares. All because of a man with some magic jewelry. God, he hated magic. A knock on the study door stirs him from his thoughts. 

“Come in.” He says.

“Hey B, have you seen Mari? I was gonna ask her if she wanted to go get ice cream with me and Little D.” Dick asks, leaning against the door frame, Damian standing next to him with his arms crossed.

“Not since breakfast. There was another akuma attack earlier, but it wasn’t a bad one. She wasn’t injured.” He says, remembering the completely strange battle from earlier. It was some man with pigeons, and apparently this was the 34th time the man had been akumatized over pigeons. 

“Did you not check her room after the battle?” Damian asks, eyebrow quirked. Bruce sighs. 

“It was the pigeon one again. I assumed that she’d want to take a nap, if anything. She still hasn’t been sleeping well. Tim said she’s awake every morning when he comes up for coffee, whether it’s three or five, she’s up.” Bruce explains, frowning at the thought of his youngest daughter’s sleep habits. He certainly didn’t need another sleep deprived coffee addict like Tim. It wasn’t healthy. 

“Well I already checked her room. She wasn’t there.” Dick says, and Bruce frowns, pulling out his phone to send a text to Tim and call Jason. One of them had to have seen her. She never left the house without telling one of the family, unless it was for a battle. 

“What.” Jason says gruffly, Bruce is just grateful he answered. Up until a couple of months ago, Jason would have rather thrown his phone in the river than answer one of Bruce’s calls. 

“Have you seen Marinette?” He asks, getting straight to the point.

“No? Why? What’s wrong?” Jason asks, and Bruce hears shuffling as Jason rushes around wherever it is he is. 

“Nothing. I’ll call you back.” He says, hanging up. He glances down at his texts and notices Tim hasn’t seen her either. He frowns, but doesn’t panic yet. Pulling out his computer, he pulls up the tracker that was on each of his children’s phones. He scans the map, frowning when he sees that her phone is still in the manor. In her room. He stands and swiftly moves past his sons to get to his daughter’s room. He knocks, waiting for an answer. None. 

“Marinette?” He calls, knocking again. “I’m opening the door.” He warns, pushing it open. He frowns at the empty room, nothing appearing out of place. 

“Do you think she had to pop back to Paris for something?” Dick asks, coming up behind him. Bruce shakes his head. 

“No, she would have told us. Suit up, she has to be somewhere in-” He stops as his phone chimes. He looks at it and feels all of the tension leave his shoulders. 

Took our youngest daughter for a girl’s day, back tomorrow XO. Of course Selina had her. 

“She’s with the Sirens. She’ll be back tomorrow.” Bruce says, suppressing a smile at the annoyed look on his youngest’s face. She was safe, and that’s what matters. Even if he was certain he’d have to listen to Damian complain for the entirety of patrol. 

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“Make all the boy moose go WAAAAAAAAA!” Harley says with the movie, laughing loudly. Marinette chuckles, passing Tikki a cookie in her purse before sticking another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. 

“I still like the first one more.” Selina says, taking a sip of her wine. Harley sticks her tongue out at her before turning her attention back to the movie. 

“Do you think Mia is secretly a superhero?” Marinette asks, frowning in thought. 

“What on earth are you talking about?” Ivy asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Even Harley pauses the movie to turn and stare at her. 

“Stan Lee.” Marinette says with a shrug. 

“Is that s’posed to mean something to me, kid? Cause I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” Harley says, obviously confused. Marinette huffs. 

“Stan Lee makes a cameo in this movie. And Stan Lee is the creator of Marvel, right? He’s made a cameo in like, every single Marvel movie. So is Mia secretly a superhero? Is that why he’s in the movie?” Marinette rambles, almost flinging ice cream at Selina as she gestures crazily. 

“Sweetie, how much sleep have you had in the past three days?” Selina asks after a few moments of silence. 

“Not important. Is Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, Princess of Genovia, also a superhero? Does she secretly work for SHIELD? Or is she more like Iron Man, like a freelance superhero? Was she a hero in San Francisco too? Or did she take over a hero's mantle when she moved to Genovia? Cause she was really clumsy in the first movie and also super awkward, but now she’s less clumsy and she seems to be more put together, but are heroes really put together? I don’t think so. I think sometimes heroes pretend that they’re put together to make everyone else feel better when in all reality they’re seconds away from a breakdown themselves. Is Stan Lee coming to recruit her for SHIELD? Is that why he’s in Genovia? Does SHIELD have any jurisdiction there? Is there a Genovian branch of SHIELD?” Marinette rambles, suddenly stuck on the topic. Seriously, why is Stan Lee in Princess Diaries 2 if Mia isn’t a hero? Why would he-

“Kitten, take a breath.” Selina says, her hands on Marinette’s shoulders helping her to ground herself. Marinette takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She blinks a few times, instantly feeling bad. 

“I’m so sorry.” She says, frowning. 

“What for?” Harley asks, looking confused. 

“For ruining girl’s night.” She says quietly. Selina pulls her into a tight hug and Marinette sinks into it. 

“Sweetheart, you didn’t ruin anything. I don’t know everything that’s going on. But what I do know, is that you rambling out a conspiracy theory about the movie we’re watching is not ruining girl’s night. Trust me. One time, we invited your brother Dick, and he ate all of the cookies by himself.” Selina says, Marinette snorts. Of course he did. “Now that’s a way to ruin girl’s night.” She adds, squeezing her once more before leaning back.

“Let's watch something that we can just get lost in and not have to think at all.” Ivy suggests, looking through the stack of dvd’s. Marinette glances over, eyes instantly catching one of her favorite movies. 

“Legally Blonde?” She suggests, Harley squeals. 

“That’s it, you’re officially ours. Brucie can fight me.” She says, putting in the dvd. Marinette laughs, laying her head on Selina’s shoulder, grabbing a handful of popcorn. She could get used to nights like these.

Next Chapter

Bonus chapter: Harley Vs Bruce

Drawing of Harley and Mari’s pajamas

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