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Bi-Han's fate - Pt. 4

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of canon-typical gore and violence

Notes: I know I've been taking ages to update the story and I apologize, I'm in the middle of my exam week and I'm really busy and stressed at the moment. I also haven't slept the past two days, so please forgive me if I made even more spelling or grammar mistakes than usual. The next chapter will definitely be the last chapter of this story. I already feel like I'm dragging it on for too long. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it despite it being such a rushed chapter due to my hectic schedule last week. As always, please feel free to leave feedback.

Disclaimer: see previous posts

Pairings: Bi-Han x Sektor, Kuai Liang x Harumi

Previous parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Tags: @yandere-transformers-rock @lacymarygold chapter 4 is out!

His happy memories are few.

Life within the Lin Kuei is harsh, each waking moment consisting of brutal training and meticulous studying, every failure punished mercilessly. He gets up before sunrise and doesn't return to his quarters until the sun sets again late in the evening, when the sky is a mush of purple and red, almost resembling the pattern of injuries all over his battered body. His muscles and bones ache unbearably by then, bruises beginning to form where his opponents' hits had landed. It only means he needs to train harder, push his body further beyond its limitations. Sometimes he bleeds from cuts he doesn't even remember obtaining. It's his cryomancy, he knows. Countless of times he ends up cutting himself on the sharp edges of the ice weapons he summons. It had only taken him a few years to master his powers, a mere fragment of how long it usually takes to become an expert cryomancer. The Lin Kuei elders had praised him for it, telling him he is exceptionally gifted, his discipline admirable – his father had never acknowledged any of that. At the end of each day, he's so tired he collapses on his bed and falls asleep in an instant, exhausted from hours of training outside in Arctika's unforgiving cold, practicing every punch, every kick, every stance and technique to perfection. Anything less than that is unacceptable for the grandmaster's eldest son and heir.

The happiest day of his life is the day Kuai Liang was born. He had wished for a little brother for so long he had almost given up hope entirely – until one day when his parents had finally announced that they were expecting a second son. He had been overjoyed then, eager to meet his new sibling, to take on the role of the older brother, guiding and protecting his younger brother. It had encouraged him to work even harder on his skills, practicing moves to the point of exhaustion. On most days, he had trained well past sunset, until he had no choice but to stop striking the wooden training dummy because his eyes could no longer make it out in the dark.

One morning, as he's on the way to another early training session, he sees the midwives rushing to his parents' private chambers. He follows them, waiting anxiously outside while his mother gives birth to his little brother. After what feels like hours, the doors finally open and his father steps out to let him know he can come in now. A tiny bundle of towels rests in his mother's arms. She looks happy, albeit tired, a wide smile spread across her face.

He approaches carefully to take a closer look, gawking at the tiny creature wrapped up within the cloths. The head is far too big on the shoulders carrying it, the face wrinkly, the eyes wide and curious. His little brother looks so fragile as though a single gust of the harsh Arctikan wind could extinguish his life. Bi-Han wants to ask if he can hold him, but he doesn't dare. He's well aware of his own strength, afraid to accidentally break his brother's bones if he hugs him too tightly.

Bi-Han had never seen a newborn before. Part of him worries that his little brother won't survive the ruthlessness of Arctika's winters. Cryomancers develop their natural resistance to the cold alongside their powers. In the first years of their lives, they are as vulnerable to it as any other being.

"Do you want to hold him?", his mother eventually asks, giving him an encouraging smile when she sees the hesitation in his eyes. "It's alright. Just be mindful of the head. We have to support it when we hold him. See? Like this." She nods to her left hand cradling the back of the baby's head.

Bi-Han nods, making sure to support his brother's head just like she had shown him as he carefully takes the baby out of her arms. It's surprisingly light.

"Your mother and I want you to choose a name for him", his father says, his expression as stern as it always is, even on such a joyful occasion.

"Me?" Bi-Han looks down at his brother's round face, trying to come up with a name that would fit him. With its small hands, the baby grabs onto his little finger. "He will be a cryomancer too one day, right? So... How about Kuai Liang?"

"Kuai Liang", his father repeats. "It's a good name. We shall keep it."

He had made a promise to himself that day – to both himself and to Kuai Liang. To protect him, to never let any harm come to him.

When Kuai Liang became old enough to begin his training, Bi-Han had insisted on training him personally. His father had been against it at first, claiming that he was too young and too inexperienced to be training other Lin Kuei warriors. Bi-Han had proven him wrong by working even harder, becoming the only cryomancer to have fully mastered his powers before reaching adulthood, the only Lin Kuei who could effortlessly best warriors twice his size with double the years of combat experience. At the age of fifteen, he had earned the reputation of being undefeated in training matches, rising to become the most respected among the Lin Kuei. It was then that his father had finally given in, allowing him to train Kuai Liang.

All his efforts, everything he had done... it had all been to protect his brother. After experiencing the Lin Kuei's ruthless training first hand, he had known it was something he'd never wish upon his brother. He would have never allowed the Lin Kuei instructors to use the rod on Kuai Liang as they did on him. He would have done anything to shield his brother from any hardships or suffering.

And now...

His own hands had scarred Kuai Liang.

His brother bears a constant reminder of the promise he had broken. Nothing is left of their brotherly bond, only betrayal, grief, anger and hatred...

How could it come to this?

"I was supposed to protect him." His chest feels heavy with anguish and guilt. He clenches his fists helplessly, squeezes his eyes shut to hide the tears he's too ashamed to shed. "I failed him."

"No, Bi-Han, you didn't fail him", Tomáš tries to reassure him. "You couldn't know this would happen. It's not your fault."

He shakes his head, but can't find the strength to utter any words. It is his fault, all of it.

Time itself seems to taunt him, it rushes by like rapids down a river, moving impossibly fast, yet agonizingly slow. Every hour he spends here, uselessly pacing back and forth, Kuai Liang is living through further torment. It pains him to imagine what his brother must be going through right now. A captive. At the mercy of the Tengu clan. The very people who had killed his mother. The thought alone causes Bi-Han's stomach to lurch, sending him into another coughing fit.

From where he's sitting, Tomáš regards him with a concerned look. Bi-Han quickly waves his hand to let his brother know he doesn't need help. In fact, Tomáš doesn't seem like he's faring any better than him. He looks paler than Bi-Han had ever seen him, clutching the armrests of his chair in a white-knuckled grip. The envelope is lying on the table between them. Neither of them can bear to look at it.

"They will pay for this", Bi-Han growls. "I will kill them. Every last one of them."

The concern in Smoke's eyes doesn't disappear. "Brother, we must inform Lord Liu Kang."

"What for?" Bi-Han snaps. "He would only try to stop us. We need to leave. Now." He turns around to head for the door, but his brother jumps to his feet and grabs his arm to stop him before he can reach it.

"Even if we leave now, we would achieve nothing", Tomáš tries to reason with him. "Without Liu Kang's help, it would take us days to even get to the Tengu clan's fortress. And what would we do then? You're in no condition to fight. The two of us alone wouldn't be able to save Kuai Liang. We need Liu Kang's assistance."

"Liu Kang's priority is this timeline, not our brother", Bi-Han cuts him off harshly as he wrenches his arm free and proceeds past Tomáš towards the door. With or without his brother's help, he would go and rescue Kuai Liang.

Tomáš has no choice but to chase after him. "Where are you going? Geras won't let you leave the fire temple."

"I won't be asking for permission."

"Bi-Han, wait!" Once again, he feels Smoke's hand on his shoulder, forcing him to stop in his tracks and turn around. "I want to save our brother too, but we can't act without a plan."

"Every second we spend here arguing, they are torturing Kuai Liang!"

"And if we make a mistake now, they'll kill him!"

Bi-Han goes quiet. He doesn't care if the agony in his voice gives away how much he still cares about Kuai Liang, despite the bitter feud between them. He knows Tomáš is right, however. A single misstep might cost their brother's life. The Tengu are known for their mercilessness. If provoked, they won't hesitate to assassinate their captive. Tomáš and him can't afford it to act thoughtlessly, not with Kuai Liang's life on the line.

"They took mother from us", Bi-Han says quietly. "I won't let them take Kuai Liang too."

"They won't", Tomáš assures him. "But for now, we should wait for Lord Liu Kang's return."

It's the only reasonable course of action, he knows this, but how can he sit here and wait while his brother suffers? What if, by the time they come to his rescue, there is nothing left to save?

"I don't understand", he mutters to himself as he resumes pacing back and forth. "Why Kuai Liang?"

The more he thinks about it, the less sense it makes. Maybe the answer doesn't matter, but he needs something to occupy his mind with while waiting. He needs to feel like he's making some kind of progress to stay sane, to keep himself from storming off and getting both Kuai Liang and himself killed.

"The Lin Kuei and the Tengu have always been at odds with each other", Tomáš responds. "Kuai Liang used to be Lin Kuei. Perhaps that made him a target to them."

"Impossible", Bi-Han huffs, stopping for a moment to face his brother. "Kuai Liang is Shirai Ryu now. Everyone knows he founded his own clan to destroy the Lin Kuei."

"Maybe the Tengu don't know that", Tomáš muses.

Bi-Han shakes his head. "They knew where to find me. They must know about you and Kuai Liang leaving the Lin Kuei too. That envelope had my name on it. They wanted me to see it. But why? I'm not grandmaster anymore, Sektor is. If they meant to send a message to the Lin Kuei, they wouldn't have sent this to me."

"Sektor listens to you", Tomáš reminds him. "So do the other Lin Kuei."

"Even so, I can't leave this place and I cannot command them from here."

His brother frowns. "So it's personal then... Maybe it's vengeance they're after. Vengeance against you."

"If that was the case, they would have simply killed him." Saying it out loud feels like twisting the knife around in the wound. For all he knows, the Tengu could have already killed Kuai Liang by now. "They must have a reason to keep him alive."

"Could it be a trap? To lure you in and capture you instead?"

"Maybe. But what makes them think I'd care about saving Kuai Liang? He broke his oath to the Lin Kuei. He left me to die. No, they'd be taking too big a chance with that."

Tomáš tilts his head. "What are you trying to say?"

"That I'm not the one this envelope was meant for", Bi-Han mutters grimly, glaring at the piece of paper as if he expects it to come alive and attack him.

His brother draws in a deep breath. "Who else was it meant for then?"

Bi-Han opens his mouth to respond, but something else catches his attention. He looks out of the window to see a portal opening outside in the yard. Two familiar figures step out of it. Liu Kang and Ashrah. Never before had he felt more relieved to see the fire god. He exchanges a quick look with Tomáš before rushing out of the room, his brother following close behind.

Liu Kang and Ashrah are still conversing by the time they make it outside, their faces stern and serious. Geras had joined them, standing off to the side at some distance like a watchful shadow. Whatever matter they're discussing, it seems to be of importance. Bi-Han doesn't care that he's interrupting them.

They turn their heads as he approaches them.

"Liu Kang. I need to speak to you", he demands, paying the other two no mind at all. "Now."

His serious tone alone is enough to immediately get the fire god's attention. "Bi-Han, what's wrong?"

"Kuai Liang..." He swallows, struggling to bring himself to say the words out loud. "The Tengu clan captured him."

In an instant, Liu Kang's face falls. "What? How could that happen? How do you–"

"See for yourself."

He leads Liu Kang back inside, to the library where the envelope still rests on the table where he had left it.

Bi-Han can't bring himself to touch it. He averts his gaze as Liu Kang picks it up himself, gritting his teeth at the sound of the paper rustling quietly. The sudden shocked gasp coming from the fire god lets him know Liu Kang has seen the envelope's contents. When Bi-Han lifts his gaze to look at him, an expression of horror still lingers on the fire god's face. Ashrah who had followed them inside appears no less shaken. Only Geras remains collected despite the ghastly sight before him.

"You have to help us save him", Tomáš pleads as silence fills the room.

With obvious effort, Liu Kang tears his eyes off the envelope, forcing himself to regain his composure as he nods. "Of course. I will do what I can to help you get your brother back."

"Allow me to return to my clan then", Bi-Han cuts in, his patience wearing thin the longer this goes on. He has no need for reassuring words or empty promises. With every second they waste here talking, the chances of Kuai Liang's survival dwindle further.

The fire god regards him with an almost sympathetic look, but then he shakes his head. "You're not yet cured, Bi-Han. My champions will take care of this matter instead. Worry not, I will–"

"Have you lost your mind? They would get slaughtered", Bi-Han interrupts him furiously. "Your champions have no experience fighting the Tengu. You would doom them and Kuai Liang."

"You underestimate them. They are more than capable of holding their own in a fight, Bi-Han", Liu Kang assures him calmly. "I have trained them for such missions. My champions have my utmost trust."

"Like the Lin Kuei, the Tengu are trained from childhood. They are already born warriors. Your champions are not prepared to face them." Bi-Han argues, despite knowing that Liu Kang won't listen to him. He forces himself to stay composed as he speaks, but there's an underlying tone of anger simmering just beneath the surface.

"You are concerned about your brother, I know, but please rest assured that he will be returned to you and Tomas safely."

To see Liu Kang this calm only infuriates him further.

"You don't know who you're dealing with", he growls, pushing past Tomas and Ashrah. "I'm going to go save my brother. You can either assist me or stand out of my way, but I advice you not to try and stop me."

As if to purposely mock him, Liu Kang positions himself in front of him, blocking his path.

"Step aside", Bi-Han hisses. "I won't ask again."

The fire god doesn't budge. "I understand your pain, but I cannot let you–"

"I said, step aside."

"Bi-Han, you're dying", Liu Kang says in a more solemn voice. "If you leave now, your chance of survival will be close to none."

"The time I have left will be enough to save my brother."

Liu Kang sighs. "You can barely walk. How do you intend to save him?"

"Let me return to the Lin Kuei. I'll take an army to the Tengu fortress and–"

"I won't let you start a war, Bi-Han", The fire god cuts him off sharply. The air in the room suddenly grows thick with the tension building up between them. All the progress they had made during the past few days, the small bit of trust and mutual understanding they had worked so hard to develop, it all shatters into pieces right before them now.

"You sent Kuai Liang out to search for the stone!" Bi-Han points an accusing finger at the fire god. "This is your fault!"

"I intended to save you!"

"By sending my brother to his death?"

"Enough, Bi-Han!", Liu Kang shouts, his voice booming like thunder. "Don't take this any further."

Instead of backing down, Bi-Han takes a step towards him. "Or what?"

"Geras."

He already knows what Liu Kang intends to do as the construct raises his hand to trap him in time – but to his surprise, it never happens.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrap around him, thick smoke filling his airways and momentarily obscuring his vision. Instinctively, he holds his breath and when he can see again, he finds himself teleported to the other side of the room. To safety. An hourglass symbol floats uselessly in the air where he just stood seconds ago.

And next to him stands Tomáš.

Both Liu Kang and Geras look surprised, though neither of them are anywhere near as perplexed as Bi-Han who can only stare at his brother as Tomáš steps forward, in front of him. Shielding him.

"I'm sorry, Lord Liu Kang, but I won't allow this", Tomáš says firmly. "This is what led to Bi-Han's frustrations in the first place. And I... I think I finally understand them now. You can't treat human beings like this. You can't just pause time when their emotions are inconvenient to you."

"Tomáš, let us talk–"

"Talk? You saw what they did to Kuai Liang. We're past the point of talking. The Tengu have declared war on us first."

"You cannot answer violence with violence. Please see reason, Tomáš." Liu Kang lets out a sigh, looking back and forth between them. "You must calm down. Both of you."

"And you need to listen to us", Tomáš insists. "Bi-Han is right. Your champions alone can't save Kuai Liang. What do you even know of the Tengu? Getting inside their fortress requires skills and knowledge only the Lin Kuei possess."

"It's true", Bi-Han confirms, before Liu Kang can respond. "You want to assist us? Then you will do so on our terms. This is a family matter above all else. I won't sit idle while Kuai Liang's life is in danger."

Liu Kang shakes his head. "I cannot let you wage war on the Tengu, Bi-Han. The consequences your actions would have on this timeline..."

"There won't be a war", Bi-Han assures him. "No harm will come to this timeline, I give you my word."

As much as he wants to burn the Tengu clan's fortress to the ground, to take vengeance on them for his mother's death and Kuai Liang's pain, the man he is now knows better than to give in to his anger. He had almost doomed the Lin Kuei once. He would not make the same mistake again.

Liu Kang hesitates, looking torn between letting them go and opposing them further. Eventually, his shoulders slump down in defeat.

"Very well", he finally agrees. "You may return to your clan. I will come with you to aid in any way I can."

"Sareena and I will help too", Ashrah chimes in.

Bi-Han nods at her, a silent expression of gratitude. Any help they can get is valuable. He turns to leave, but the fire god stops him once more.

"Bi-Han, wait... I must warn you first. There is a reason I brought you here to treat you and wouldn't let you leave until fully cured."

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for Liu Kang to continue speaking.

"The temple grounds are imbued with a purifying magic of their own. It helps to keep the chaos within you at bay. If you leave... I do not know what will happen to you."

Bi-Han doesn't respond. He can feel the others' eyes on him, looks of concern, perhaps pity... but he chooses to ignore them. Whatever happens, saving Kuai Liang is the priority. He only needs to make sure he can last long enough.

"The medicine you make me drink daily...", he begins carefully, already knowing Liu Kang won't like what he has to say. "Can its dosage be increased?"

The fire god inhales sharply. "It is only meant to relieve your pain and slow down the effects of the chaos magic on your body. It won't save your life."

"Will it get rid of the symptoms for long enough to allow me to fight?"

Liu Kang frowns. "I am no healer, Bi-Han. All I know is... Even if you experience a temporary betterment of your symptoms, they would only return stronger once the medicine wears off. I believe it would speed up your body's decay."

At that quiet revelation, Smoke's face loses all its color. Bi-Han can't help but feel guilty. He knows he is the only family Tomáš has left now. If Kuai Liang dies... and if he dies too... Tomáš would be all alone once more.

"It's a risk I'm willing to take", he hears himself say.

He has no choice. Not if he wants to save Kuai Liang. Not if he wants to make things right.

Liu Kang nods. "Let us waste no more time then."

Returning to the Lin Kuei temple doesn't feel like coming home. This place holds bitter memories... The ghosts of his parents, ever present, yet long gone. At last, his own ghost had joined them in these halls. The ghost of Bi-Han, Sub-Zero, the grandmaster who died and came back a different man. Arctika's cold bids him a harsh welcome. It gnaws and bites and stings as if to punish him for leaving. As a cryomancer he had found strength and comfort in the cold. Ice and snow, the elements he had once wielded, they no longer obey him. Now he finds himself shivering and gritting his teeth to keep them from chattering. Even the one place he used to call home had become hostile towards him.

The guards at the gate drop to their knees and bow their heads as they recognize him.

"Grandmaster, you've returned."

That is not who I am anymore, he wants to say, but there is hope in these men's eyes, foolish hope that he can't bring himself to destroy. Even now, they gaze upon him with such admiration, as if he is some kind of hero, not a broken man, crushed under the weight of his choices. Even now, they await his guidance, as if he isn't as lost as they are.

"Let us in."

The two guards exchange uneasy glances at the sight of Tomáš, almost as if they're wondering whether or not they are supposed to deny him entry, whether this is a test designed by their grandmaster or an order they should follow without asking questions. They seem to have decided on the latter because the gates in front of them swing open, revealing snow-covered steps and an open yard. Lin Kuei warriors train there, sparring against each other as snow falls around them.

A familiar figure dressed in red stands before the initiates, her back turned to him as she shouts instructions and monitors every move. Bi-Han's heart aches with longing at the sight of her. They hadn't seen each other in so long... He approaches her slowly, his chest suddenly feeling tight. He clears his throat and she whips around, her eyes widening.

"Bi-Han!"

"Sektor!"

She rushes towards him and he opens his arms to embrace her.

"You came back!" Tears fill her eyes. She buries her face into his chest and he holds her, allowing himself to forget about the world around them, even if just for a painfully brief moment.

He feels a pang of guilt at the thought of how long she had been here, waiting for him, shouldering the heavy burden of leading their clan... and even now, there's still a chance that he might have to leave her again, for good this time. He knows he is undeserving of the love she holds for him. Arctika might no longer feel like home, but her embrace still does. Gingerly, Bi-Han kisses the top of Sektor's head, breathing in her familiar scent.

"I see our clan is flourishing under your guidance", he says with a small smile, one only reserved for her.

"Everything is as you left it." She returns the smile, but he can see the pain and sadness behind it. Slowly, she raises her hand to touch his face, her fingers tracing the scars painted across his skin.

He leans into her touch, pressing his cheek against the warm palm of her hand. It is unlike him to be this affectionate, especially in front of the other Lin Kuei warriors, but after all this time away from her, he yearns for the comfort only she can provide him.

"You look good", she whispers, sounding so hopeful it makes his heart ache. "Are you–"

"I am not cured", he admits quietly, eyes downcast in shame. How does he even begin to tell her that his condition had worsened, all because he wouldn't accept the help offered to him?

"Liu Kang told me you refused treatment."

There is no hint of blame or anger in her voice and that makes it all the worse. Bi-Han can't bring himself to meet her eyes. Of course, she understands, she had always understood him...

Suddenly, Sektor frowns, only now noticing that he didn't come alone. "Why is Smoke here?", she asks. "You banished him for treason."

"Tomáš is no longer our enemy."

When he notices Sektor's confused expression, he quickly fills her in, telling her about the conversations he had with his brothers over the last few days, how Tomáš had gone out of his way to try and save him and ultimately, what had brought them here today.

"Kuai Liang got taken by the Tengu?" Sektor's brows furrow. "Why should we care? The Shirai Ryu can save him."

Bi-Han swallows. "There is no time to inform them."

"Kuai Liang had no mercy to spare for you."

"I know."

Part of him still resents his brother for it. He doesn't believe he will ever forgive Kuai Liang, but he knows he would regret leaving him to die, despite everything. He wants his brother to live, so Kuai Liang can regret his betrayal for the rest of his days. Bi-Han won't give Kuai Liang the satisfaction of dying on the search for the one thing that can save his life. He won't let his brother go out with a good, selfless deed. Kuai Liang isn't good, Kuai Liang isn't selfless, even if he had deluded himself into believing he is. Kuai Liang won't get to make this sacrifice for him to absolve himself of his guilt.

"If we lose Kuai Liang, we lose Bi-Han too", Tomáš suddenly says.

Bi-Han shoots him a glare, but his brother ignores him.

"Our only hope is that Kuai Liang already has the Arctikan Hailstone on him. If not... There won't be enough time to send out someone else to search for it."

Sektor purses her lips in thought. Bi-Han attempts to place a calming hand on her shoulder, but she steps away from him, instead turning around to glare at Liu Kang.

"You said you would save him and you left his life in Kuai Liang's hands? You let it come to this. You–"

"It's not his fault. It's mine", Bi-Han defends the fire god. "I refused to let Liu Kang help me."

Sektor blinks. "Why?"

"After what Havik did to me... I no longer knew who I was." He hates how his voice shakes as he continues talking. "I only knew I didn't want to exist like this. I despised what he turned me into. I knew I could never go back to being who I was before... I had much time to think about what I've done. What we have done, Sektor. You've taken on more than just the burden of carrying the grandmaster title for me. You inherited my mistakes and my enemies' grudges with it. I was hoping my sins would die with me. I didn't want to be a stain on you or our clan anymore."

"You don't understand, do you?", Sektor's voice cracks. "Maybe you forgot who you are, but I remember. The Lin Kuei remember. All my life I was ridiculed for my dreams. When everyone else laughed at me, you were the only who didn't. You believed in me. You saw my potential. You encouraged me to keep working on my inventions. No one understood, not even my mother. But you did. You alone understood my ambition because you shared it. Everything I did, everything our clan did was out of our own will. You never forced us and you don't have to take blame for it. We followed you because we believed in you. And we still do."

"Sektor, I..."

He had never been good at this. At talking about his feelings. At apologizing for his mistakes. Since the words seem to escape him, he seals her lips with a kiss.

The moment doesn't last long enough.

With a small smile, Liu Kang clears his throat. "I believe you two have much to catch up on. I will leave to gather more of our allies. Ashrah, Sareena, Tomáš. Please join me. There is something I would like to discuss with the three of you."

Bi-Han waits for them to leave before taking Sektor's hands into his own, holding them tightly as if to assure himself that she's real.

"Shall we go inside?"

"Hell no!" Johnny slams his fist down on the table and a few map markers tumble over. "They're not getting away with this! Let's make these bastards pay for what they did to Scorps!"

They had gathered around the large table in the grandmaster's office, Bi-Han's own office, though it almost feels like a foreign place to him now. Sektor had indeed not moved a thing in his absence. Even the pens on his desk are still arranged into the same neat formation, just like he had left them. Oddly enough, it doesn't comfort him, doesn't provide any sense of familiarity. Everything had stayed the same in the Lin Kuei temple, only he is not the same anymore. If anything, it makes him feel even more out of place.

He lets his eyes wander around the room. In the short time he had been given, Liu Kang hadn't been able to return with much support. Three more people had joined their group. Bi-Han tells himself it has to be enough.

He's surprised to see Kitana among the champions willing to help, considering the animosity between the Lin Kuei and Outworld's royal family.

"My sister doesn't know I'm here." Kitana looks down at her lap, fidgeting with her hands. "She will be furious when she finds out."

Sektor crosses her arms. "Are you in or are you out, princess?"

"I'm in." Kitana says, tilting her chin. "Kuai Liang is our ally and Outworld won't abandon an ally in need."

"Very well then." Bi-Han clears his throat to get everyone's attention. The uneasy glances cast his way don't go unnoticed by him. He's well aware that Liu Kang's champions don't trust him. They seem reluctant to work with him, a mutual feeling. In fact, it amazes him that the fire god had managed to convince them to agree to this in the first place.

"I take it Liu Kang has already filled you in on what happened", he begins, addressing the others. "This is no easy task. At the slightest suspicion that they might be under attack, the Tengu will kill Kuai Liang. This mission will require each and every one of you to be discreet." He glares in Johnny Cage's direction specifically.

Were it for him, he would not have selected the actor for such an important venture, but he bites his tongue this time, keeping his displeasure to himself.

"Hey, I'm the definition of discreet, dude. I played a mime once."

Next to Cage, Kenshi scoffs. "Mimes aren't discreet, Johnny."

"But they're quiet."

Once again, Bi-Han wonders what potential Liu Kang sees in these insufferable people.

"Allow me to disclose the plan." Ignoring the irritating banter, he points to the map in front of him. "The Tengu will expect us to attack them with everything we have. Our advantage lies in making them believe we will do just that. Sektor, you march the Lin Kuei army to the front gate. Do not attack. Provoke them into coming out instead. Claim you want to negotiate."

Sektor nods.

"The fortress will be heavily guarded", Bi-Han continues. "Apart from the front gate, there is only one other way inside. A supply tunnel. That will be our entry point. Once inside, we split up. From there on, we will be opperating in groups. Cage, you and the swordsman follow the supply tunnel all the way to its end. It will take you to a storage room. Set a fire there. The guards nearby will abandon post to go and extinguish the flames."

"Follow the tunnel. Set a fire. Got it."

Bi-Han gestures to another area on the map. "This part, where the dorms lie, will be left unguarded amidst the panic. Kitana, Ashrah, Sareena, you will come in from there. Take out the remaining guards to clear our escape route."

"Understood."

"Kuai Liang will likely be kept in the most secure part of the fortress. The throne room. Tomáš and I will go free him. We meet up again at the point where we split, then exit the fortress together. Liu Kang, you keep a portal open outside. We must be able to escape quickly."

"The portal will be there when you need it."

"Any questions?"

Johnny clears his throat. "Just one."

"What is it?"

"This Tengu clan... How do you know they're gonna do what you want them to do?"

"I don't."

Silence follows his words.

"I know our plan is risky", Sektor says as she gets up to stand at his side. "If anyone doesn't feel up for the task, there is no shame in staying behind. You're free to leave if you please."

"Absolutely not", Johnny says firmly, earning nods of agreement from all sides.

Look at them. All these people willing to risk their lives to save your brother. Yet none of them came to help you.

Bi-Han ignores the thought and the mocking voice in his head that resembles Havik's. It makes his skin crawl, but the more he's trying to pay no attention to it, the louder it becomes.

When you got captured, no one cared. Not even your own brothers.

Kuai Liang had always been loved by others, unlike him. His brother was more agreeable, better at choosing his words when speaking to others, better at knowing when to stay quiet, more mindful not to offend anyone. To most people, Bi-Han's bluntness, impatience and hot-headedness make him unpleasant to be around.

Given his deeds, he can hardly blame his former allies for their resentment towards him. He should have never trusted Shang Tsung.

Bi-Han shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. He can't dwell on these thoughts for long. He can't let the chaos magic get a hold of him once again.

Instead, he straightens himself to address the others once more. "Prepare what you have to. We leave in an hour."

As soon as their allies scatter, Sektor pulls him aside. "We need to talk."

"About what?"

She sighs, giving him a long look he knows all too well. Whatever she's about to say, he's going to hate it. "Your cryomancy is gone and you can't summon shadow clones anymore. How will you fight?"

"I'm aware", he snaps, ignoring her question. "You don't need to remind me."

Sektor frowns. "I worry about you, Bi-Han. Without your powers, you'll be unarmed."

"No, he won't be."

Bi-Han turns around, baffled when Tomáš holds out his mother's hunting knife to him. He looks down at the blade, then back up to meet his brother's gaze, to see if he's really serious about this... He is.

"I... I can't take it." I know what it means to you.

"You can", Tomáš insists. "I know how good you are at knife combat."

Bi-Han shakes his head. "But that would leave you unarmed."

Behind them, Sektor clears her throat. "Actually, I do have a spare armor you can wear, Tomáš. It's not quite as advanced as the latest models, but it'll do."

At her offer, there is a glimmer of excitement in Smoke's eyes. "Really? I'd get one of these armors? Like the one Cyrax has?"

Sektor grins. "If you want it, it's yours. I'll go and get it, so you can try it on."

Bi-Han watches her walk away, waiting for her to leave before turning his attention back to Tomáš. "Brother... I wanted to speak to you."

"Now?", Tomáš asks. "We have to leave soon. If you want, we can talk later."

"Later... there might be no time."

The smile disappears from his brother's face. "No. We'll save you. And we'll save Kuai Liang too."

"Just let me say it. I regret what happened to your family. And to you. I was unkind to you and I... I'm–" He pauses, grits his teeth in silent frustration. Why is it so difficult for him to apologize? Why won't his damn pride allow him to tell his brother what he deserves to hear?

"You're sorry. I know. You don't have to say it." Tomáš offers a small smile.

"That's not all... I... wanted to say I'm proud of you."

Tomáš raises his eyebrows, flabbergasted.

"The way you stood up to Liu Kang earlier. That is the courage of a true Lin Kuei."

He stumbles backwards when Tomáš suddenly throws his arms around him, hugging him so tightly he lets out a gasp of pain due to his broken ribs. Bi-Han had never hugged his brother before. Instead, he gives Tomáš an awkward pat on the back. Tomáš lets him go as footsteps approach.

Sektor comes back, wheeling in a purple armor propped up on a stand. "I originally made this prototype for Kuai Liang. It has his rope spear and a few other gadgets."

Tomáš tilts his head to the side as he examines the armor with interest. "And... how do I use it?"

"Let Sektor show you how to pilot it", Bi-Han suggests.

Tomáš smiles. "Yes, grandmaster."

With that, his brother follows Sektor out of the room, leaving Bi-Han with the karambit in his hand.

Bi-Han stands at Sektor's side, watching line after line of Lin Kuei warriors disappear in the portal's swirls of fire, their footsteps shaking the ground. The sound becomes his heartbeat.

He yearns for combat. It's in his blood.

For the first time in years, Bi-Han feels alive.

He is where he belongs, with Sektor, with his clan, basking in the tension before a battle. The quiet. The illusion of peace. He can almost smell it in the air, like rain before a thunderstorm.

Only the memory of Kuai Liang dims this moment. Maybe one day, both his brothers will be by his side again...

Once their army has moved through the portal, their allies follow, with Sektor and him going last, just before Liu Kang himself.

Before he goes, Bi-Han casts one last look over his shoulder, back at the Lin Kuei temple.

He doesn't expect to ever see it again.

One after the other, they squeeze into the narrow space, Ashrah's kriss being the only light source in the darkness of the tunnel ahead. They stick together closely, moving as quickly as they can without making too much noise. Above them, footsteps thunder through the fortress. The Tengu seem to prepare to meet the Lin Kuei army outside. Finally, the tunnel becomes wider and Bi-Han spots light up ahead. Torches mounted to the walls. Briefly, a memory of a similar corridor flashes through his mind. He's being dragged... There are faces above him... Faces familiar, yet twisted into grotesque caricatures of the people they resemble... They are the last faces he sees in life...

With nothing but willpower alone, he fights back a cough, tasting blood on his tongue. He can tell the effects of the medicine are slowly wearing off. He is running out of time.

They separate.

Tomáš and him stick together while the rest of their allies split up into their teams and head off into other directions. Bi-Han leads his brother down another corridor branching off of the main tunnel, ending in stairs going upwards.

Tomáš deactivates the visor of his armor to look at him. "What now?"

"We wait."

It takes far longer than it should have. Bi-Han already starts to wonder if Kenshi and that incompetent actor got into trouble on the way, but then he hears distant shouts and the echoes of footsteps. Soon after, an alarm goes off, the sound of a gong being struck repeatedly.

Bi-Han turns to Tomáš and with a nod, he lets his brother know they need to keep moving.

Not knowing where their enemies are keeping Kuai Liang makes their mission all the more difficult. Bi-Han assumes they would keep him in the center of the fortress, where getting to him would be most challenging for anyone daring enough to attempt it. However, there is also a chance that Kuai Liang is being held elsewhere. Bi-Han hopes his initial assumptions are correct.

Tomáš and him ascend the stairs quickly, opening the door they find at the top and stepping out into a long hallway.

A single guard patrols it, humming a tune.

Bi-Han sneaks up behind him, places one hand over the man's mouth to keep him from screaming and uses the other to slit his throat. He drags the body behind a collumn, out of sight in case someone comes by. Then they proceed, past open doors and eeriely quiet rooms.

"Something feels wrong", Bi-Han says grimly.

From downstairs, he can still hear commotion, Tengu clan warriors barking orders at each other, rushing to carry buckets of water from the yard to the storage room.

"Let's keep going."

Despite the lingering bad feeling, he knows they can't waste time.

Getting to the throne room is too easy.

They encounter guards here and there, alone, moving in patterns that make little sense to a trained strategist like him. All of them are easily overpowered, barely putting up a fight. He wants to believe it's the element of surprise or perhaps leniency on the Tengu clan's side, but his years of combat experience taught him better than to be so easily fooled.

They are being let in.

"It's right there. Up ahead." Tomáš nods towards the ornate double doors at the end of the corridor, opened wide without a guard in sight.

"This is a trap", Bi-Han mutters.

"I know."

They continue on regardless. Bi-Han dreads what they might find inside that room. Their brother's body... lifeless and broken. Or worse... alive, twisting and writhing in agony... With each step, that feeling of dread grows stronger.

He spots Kuai Liang before they even reach the doors. Forgetting all caution, he bursts into the room and freezes.

At the sight of his brother, bloodied and beaten, only held up by the chains around his wrists, Bi-Han feels sick to his stomach. Mere weeks ago he would have thought that seeing Kuai Liang suffer, watching his brother live through a hell similar to the one he had endured, would bring him joy... But he feels none of that joy now.

Where the skin on Kuai Liang's arm had been removed, raw flesh glistens damply in the light. Even from where he stands the wound looks infected. A dozen more wounds cover Kuai Liang's body, cuts and bruises, blood mixed with sweat and dirt. As he takes a closer look to assess the damage, he notices some smaller wounds on his brother's skin, marks of something he cannot quite identify the origin of. Bi-Han swallows hard, taking a careful step towards Kuai Liang.

"Brother?"

He gets no response. Kuai Liang is unconscious, but to his relief, his brother's chest still rises and falls weakly. He is alive.

"Tomáš, quick! Help me untie him."

The throne room is empty, the grandmaster's chair abandoned, Bi-Han notices while Tomáš and him work on freeing Kuai Liang from the chains. No one else is here except for them. The trap could not be anymore obvious, yet all he can do is wait for the moment it snaps shut.

With the last piece of chain broken open, Kuai Liang's body falls forward. Tomáš and Bi-Han catch their brother carefully, each of them draping one of Kuai Liang's arms over their shoulders.

"Let's get him out."

They barely manage to take a step as Kuai Liang suddenly stirs with a groan. Then, with a strength Bi-Han had not expected, Kuai Liang shoves him aside.

"Fool!", Bi-Han snaps. "What are you doing?"

Kuai Liang shakes his head weakly. "Can't... leave." He croaks out between coughs. "The... stone... They... have... the..."

"To hell with that stone!", Bi-Han hisses as he grabs hold of Kuai Liang's arm again, ignoring his brother's pathetic attempts to push him away. "We are leaving. Tomáš, help me."

Tomáš doesn't move. "If we leave without the stone, you–"

"If we stay, all three of us die!"

"How very touching."

He nearly drops Kuai Liang, his blood running cold at the sound of a familiar arrogant voice, followed by quiet mocking applause.

"Grandmaster, I knew we would see each other again." Shang Tsung smirks as he steps out of the shadows, clapping his hands as if to taunt them. Behind him stand two other figures. The Tengu's grandmaster. And Quan Chi.

"You're behind this!", Tomáš growls.

Shang Tsung looks bored as he shrugs. "You see, after the Lin Kuei turned down my generous offer, I had to find another clan to assist me. Unlike you, the Tengu couldn't resist what I had to offer them.“

"And what is that, sorcerer?", Bi-Han asks, his voice trembling with barely contained rage.

"You should know, grandmaster", Quan Chi replies in Shang Tsung's stead. "In fact, we owe it all to you. You've given us something far more valuable than the Lin Kuei's services." The sorcerer gestures towards Kuai Liang. "Information."

"What information?", Bi-Han snarls.

"About how your brother obtained his pyromancy." Shang Tsung grins. "The Tengu were very interested in learning that secret too."

"And since you upheld your part of our deal, Scorpion is all yours now." The Tengu grandmaster strides towards Kuai Liang, waving his hand as if to give an order.

Suddenly, Tengu clan warriors step out from behind collumns, flooding in from secret passageways and hidden corridors, filling the room and surrounding them.

Bi-Han steps in their grandmaster's way. "You'll burn in the Netherrealm for what you did to Kuai Liang."

"Sub-Zero." The man in front of him smiles calmly. "I heard stories of your might. It is a shame you have been reduced to... this now." He clicks his tongue in disappointment.

Bi-Han lunges at him, but a Tengu warrior's spear pointing at his throat stops him quickly.

"Don't be hasty now, grandmaster" The other holds up a small object, a gem, bright blue and made of the purest ice Bi-Han had ever seen. The Arctikan Hailstone. "Your life and your brother's life are both in my hands."

"What do you want?", Bi-Han spits.

"I already have what I want. You should be asking them instead." The Tengu grandmaster gestures to the two sorcerers.

"Your brother is as stubborn as you are", Quan Chi smirks as the Arcikan Hailstone is handed over to him. "But I'm sure he will be much more compliant as a spectre under my control."

Bi-Han's grip on the karambit tightens. He wants to tear out Quan Chi's heart, he wants to tear through every last one of these Tengu clan warriors... But no amount of blood and death would erase the truth. That his choices had brought them here.

He opens his mouth to speak... but only sputters, blood dripping from his lips.

From very far away, he hears Tomáš exclaim his name.

Not now. He needs more time... Just a little... more time.

"It is not too late to reconsider", Shang Tsung reminds him. "Think about it, grandmaster. Liu Kang wants to restore you as his loyal servant. Why even bring the stone to him? He fears Havik's gift to you. He weakened you to control you. Quan Chi can resurrect you with your cryomancy and your chaos magic. You would become the most powerful being in this timeline. With your shadow magic and your cryomancy combined, who would be able to stop you?"

"No." Even through the fog in his mind, he knows to make the right decision this time. "I won't fall for your lies again. I was a fool. I let my ambitions deceive me into trusting you. My desire for power made me blind to your schemes. You will never use me again."

Shang Tsung sighs. "Kuai Liang abandoned you. He broke his oath to you. Why save him?"

He's right. Kuai Liang stood over your dead body and he would have walked away.

You wanted power. Now it's being offered to you. Take it.

Betray them. This is who you are. A traitor.

You will always be a traitor to them.

He glances over at Kuai Liang, barely alive and breathing. But holding on.

If Kuai Liang can hold on, Bi-Han will hold on for him.

"Let us leave."

"You're in no position to make demands, grandmaster."

Bi-Han raises an eyebrow. "Is that so? I've brought an army. Even if you kill me, they will storm this fortress."

"I dare to say, I doubt it."

Shang Tsung steps aside as two Tengu warriors make their way to the front, dragging an unmoving figure behind them.

"Liu Kang!"

Bi-Han makes another attempt to attack the sorcerer, but a kick to the back of his knees sends him stumbling to the ground instead. Hands grab him, pinning him down before he can get back up.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on him, Shang Tsung!"

The sorcerer grins. "Tell your army to retreat and he won't be harmed. Who knows? Maybe I will even let young Tomáš go if you behave."

Bi-Han knows they are defeated.

Liu Kang was their way out. Now he is here, captured.

It will only be a matter of time until the rest of their allies are brought here too, if they hadn't been caught already.

He could give Sektor the order to attack, but that would mean betraying Liu Kang, breaking the promise he had given him. Starting the war the fire god had asked him to avoid.

Unless, there is another way...

To embrace chaos.

Bi-Han smiles, a peaceful smile, knowing he won't be going in vain...

And one last time, he gives in to the darkness.

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cpvnksabm · 2 days ago

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you know, in general i am the #1 defender of ricky potts as disability rep (before the erasure rewrites) especially when it comes to his pre-cyclone backstory. but occasionally i do remember the details about ricky's parents, specifically, how stupid it is. i spend most of my time in this fandom internally screaming "stop haphazardly changing rickys backstory, youre erasing the parts that made him special to me" but this part is one of few things in the whole musical that i actually do want changed. because if you take it at face value it makes no sense at all.

direct quote from the script:

"when Richard lost his power of speech, the Potts family took a vow of silence; usually communicating in a series of strange gestures that only they understood. The only time they interacted with one another was when they read comics, or fed the cats… they had fourteen cats."

there is so much weird shit going on here.

first of all. vow of silence? i have never in my life heard of that being someone's response to having a nonspeaking child. i am not nonverbal myself but based on what ive heard from people who are, i understand that not being able to just talk out loud for ease of communication, it complicates every interaction... so why would ricky's parents, presumably non-disabled (the term "vow of silence" definitely implies a choice and not like, selective mutism or anything), do that voluntarily?

no seriously. why. the script makes no attempt to explain their reasoning behind this or how ricky feels about it. why did they do this. is it a symbolic gesture? an attempt to better understand what their son is going through? i can't see it helping ricky in any tangible way. in fact, not being able to have his parents stand up for him (especially as a disabled person who is chronically ignored, especially as a child) would probably make his life harder.

i'm going to guess that the reasoning behind this out-of-universe, the general concept the writers were trying to communicate, was something like "one of the problems with how society treats disabled people is that sometimes they get too much support, and people make really drastic life changes to give them help that they don't even need"...

...and on top of directly contradicting the rest of ricky's backstory ("the most appalling cruelty humanity can muster: complete indifference", anyone?), this is just not true! the idea that disabled people are given/offered "too much" help is a myth and a stereotype. the vast majority of disabled people in real life have less than what they need, and have to struggle to get by. every organisation that is supposed to help disabled people, at every level, is biased toward giving the bare minimum or less - not to giving people more than they need.

to my knowledge, the whole "my son cant speak so im taking a vow of silence" thing, this has just... never happened in real life. not only would it Not Even Help it's just... not an idea that occurs to most parents of nonspeaking children. because why would it? it's ridiculous! the potts family "vow of silence" is just a ridiculous overexaggeration of the concept of "parents of disabled children make sacrifices for their children", and i dont like it.

now, if you want you can handwave all this away with "yeah this would be insane and ultimately unhelpful, but the musical never says that it is helpful, so for all we know ricky doesnt like it and it isnt good and his parents are just insane for doing that". and if that was the case, it would kind of fit with a recurring theme in the musical of performative efforts to "help" ricky that actually just make him more miserable. although i would say that a literal vow of silence is waaaay too big of a life commitment for parents to realistically do performatively. but then again, ricky's parents are clearly already odd people, with the 14 cats and the "strange gestures", so maybe it's just their characterisation...

and that reminds me. why the hell are they communicating with "strange gestures that only they understand".

i think most of the fandom interprets this as referencing ASL. but based on the description that's not what ASL is. sign languages are languages, with their own complex grammar, vocabulary, etc. they are not "strange gestures". this is like if noel's lament ended with our Objective Omniscient Narrator Karnak saying "monique and the priest communicated with a series of strange sounds that only they understood" and then they just spoke regular ass french.

but of course the script never says they're using ASL, and to my knowledge no production has ever actually done ASL for the "gestures", that part is really just fanon.

if you interpret the "strange gestures that only they understood" wording more literally - there is such a thing as home sign! home sign is a communication system made of gestures, generally not considered a complete language, that develops in households where communicating in language (either spoken language or sign language) is not an option. primarily, this is something that happens to linguistically isolated deaf children. if a child cannot hear well enough to learn & communicate with spoken language, and their parents don't give them an opportunity to learn sign language, they develop their own communication methods.

even this isn't quite what's happening in the musical if you take it literally, though, because home sign is developed by the child, by the child who doesn't have access to language. ricky could be d/Deaf or hard of hearing, which would impact his ability to hear and thus learn spoken language, but there's nothing in the musical to really point to this and so i dont think its what the writers were going for. the phrasing of the "vow of silence" thing implies that it was ricky's parents' choice to develop their own communication method consisting of gestures, rather than just an existing language including the language they presumably all already knew and communicated with prior to the "vow of silence".

this truly just boggles the mind. how did this happen? was there a point where mr potts sat down with the family and said "okay, so when we all take a vow of silence, this gesture will be how we ask each other when the cats food bowl was last fulled"? i will give canon the benefit of the doubt on one thing - while it isnt specified in the script, based on how degenerative (neuromuscular) disorders work in real life, it's likely ricky losing his speech would have been a gradual process rather than an overnight thing, and therefore i suppose the parents could have had enough warning time to develop the basics of a signed conlang. but they could have also used that time to learn an existing sign language, which im sure would have been easier for everyone. or they could have used that time to say "considering english exists in forms that dont require talking out loud (AAC), it would probably be easier to learn that rather than a new language, and also why are we taking a vow of silence anyway, how does that help our kid".

of course we dont know exactly how this language of "strange gestures" came to be. because canon, rather than elaborating on any of this, simply dropped the out-of-context claim on our feet. but depending on exactly how it went down, if you take it seriously, i think it could range from "bizarre form of child abuse/neglect that would have a severe impact on rickys communication and social life for years to come" to "technically harmless but really weird and convoluted".

and while we're on the subject of potential neglect. may i remind you, the last part of the section on ricky's parents:

"The only time they interacted with one another was when they read comics, or fed the cats… they had fourteen cats."

This is, frankly, maddening. it seems to imply that ricky's family ignored him a lot due to his disability which, while depressing, is definitely consistent with the rest of his backstory - being ignored at school/in uranium in general, retreating into his own imagination to cope. and i've said time and time again that the ableism ricky faces, being constantly ignored and condescended to and having to literally die and have his disability be magicked away in the afterlife before anyone actually listens to him, this is the most realistic part of the whole musical.

with that being said uhhh. that ending line might be consistent with the rest of rickys backstory but its NOT consistent with everything else karnak said about rickys parents, as recently as thirty seconds ago! are you telling me these parents took a vow of silence in some sort of weird symbolic solidarity with their kid, went as far as creating their own gestural communication system (/signed conlang) to facilitate communicating through this vow of silence... and then barely interacted with the kid they had sacrificed so much for?

if i take karnak completely at his word here, the only explanation i can come up with is that ricky was the subject of some linguistic experiment that his parents came up with. and frankly im not convinced the experiment is scientifically or ethically sound.

okay, in all seriousness,

i know the potts family is not conducting an unethical linguistic experiment. or at least, i know that is not the intended subtext of the musical. it's possible to come up with contrived situations in which these bizarre decisions would be realistic in-universe, but we all know that ride the cyclone is a work of fiction. and when things are this contrived... the most reasonable explanation is simply "the writers never thought that hard about it".

and that's disappointing! this blatantly nonsensical detail stayed in the musical for years, and apparently nobody thought to be like "hey, does this make sense? should we fact-check this?". this part of rickys backstory stayed the same until his entire backstory was overhauled to remove his disability in 2022 and, tbh, i dont think that was actually that anyone realised this part didnt make sense and tried to fix it, more likely that it just happened to get thrown out while they were doing disability erasure.

everything about this short paragraph indicates the writers being unwilling to research. which is bad writing practice in general and particularly bad when you're writing about disabilities!

i find this particularly disappointing because, as ive said, most of ricky's backstory was very realistic in the old scripts, and surprisingly well done; this is one of the aspects of disability rep where they just, completely dropped the ball. unfortunately, that was years ago, and now rtc has so thoroughly gone off the deep end in terms of disability ""representation"" that it's hardly worth it to nitpick the worst details in the best versions of the script...

but, still, i wanted to share my thoughts on this. it's surprisingly under-discussed in the fandom. i see a lot of people attempting to explain how rtc's disability rep was always flawed, some better than others... and i thought it would be good to go through and actually nitpick what rtc did wrong in the first place so we can all try to do better.

anyway, to the half-dozen people still reading this. fic writers. if you are a stickler for Canon Compliance then please understand that the canon here is nuts. i'm not saying don't put it in your fics, personally i sometimes love to write fics that i call Canon Malicious Compliant, which is when you stubbornly refuse to acknowledge what the author probably meant to say and instead explore the fucked-up explanations of what the author literally did say. i would love to see some fics that explore how ricky would actually feel about the "vow of silence" thing, and how it would impact him & his relationship with his parents, rather than just having it as a background info that isn't acknowledged as the weird thing it clearly is.

alternatively, to the large section of the fandom that is willing to say "I recognize the canon has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I've elected to ignore it" - can i suggest CODA!Ricky, as in Child Of Deaf Adults, as an alternative headcanon that stays close to the canon while actually making sense? this would explain why his parents use a sign language at home way better than the "their kid cant speak so naturally they took a vow of silence" nonsense. obviously, headcanon what you want, this is the one part of canon that is really so nonsensical you might as well ignore it and treat it as a blank space in which to write whatever hcs you want, i just wanted to suggest one possible (more reasonable) explanation

#ricky potts #ride the cyclone #rtc fandom #rtc #rtc musical #ricky rtc #ricky potts rtc #ricky ride the cyclone #ricky potts ride the cyclone #harper explains

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dnot-look · 3 days ago

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2- Batdad reader x batfamily

Yeah I actually have all that story is my mind for a long time so I'm finally writing I guess

Batman stuff so kid getting hurt and villain stuff and Gotham stuff

Not following the true story line of batman because I don't care just following by the time lime I remember cry about it

Male reader, cis or not whatever idc, bad English and stuff nobody read this part so yeah

Jason Todd, a black angry cat that Bruce adopted ignoring the part where Jason didn't wanted to be adopted

Well new son I guess?

Dick is actually kinda happy, the mansion was too big and his friend at school wouldn't actually know about the batman stuff so now he has someone to actually share thing

Except that Jason hated everyone's

And he stole the kitchen knifes

Alfred is not happy about it

Dick is the first winner, he never told you how he was able to get Jason good side but he actually did, Jason start being nice with him and both even did a lot of child stuff like climbing in places they should climb or other stuff

At least now both kids can be a little more kids, Dick has Jason side in everything and even if Jason don't say nothing, you can see he is a little happy to have another child he can trust

But with you and Bruce? Yeah it's not going to happen

Alfred gained his favor since he does all the food and Jason is a sucker for food and couldn't fight that

Bruce is a little off in this parent stuff as the batman stuff get more and more serious, more villains are showing and he have a lot of things to take care

So it's up to you win Jason heart

And you try

And try more

And keep trying because you not giving up and losing to a child!

Jason doesn't make things easier, he start putting pranks you on since he realized you wouldn't scold him for that, he uses you to get more snacks or candy, makes you buy him a lot of tools for him to break stuff

He's basically using you

And you know

Dick kinda try, saying that you two aren't bad, and he actually started to see you like some kinda of dad or maybe a uncle, because you were always taking care of him

Jason doesn't fall for that

For him all adults are the same, they pretend to love but when the child start to become a problem and giving a lot of troubles they give up

But you don't, Jason makes your life a hell, even Bruce is kinda worried, but you don't care, you are going to show this boy that you will take care of him and be a good guardian!

Jason now is having some mixed opinions, why you won't scold him? He put pepper on your dessert, he stoled all your shoes, c'mon even the paint in the shampoo bottle!

But he can't win, because you still there, smiling and always asking if he needs anything, if he wants to watch a movie, maybe go to somewhere, buy something, always there

But the night you win Jason heart is one you will never forget

There's a big storm out there, Batman and dick are out and Bruce already send you a message that they will wait in a safe place until the time is better, Alfred is already sleeping and the mansion is deep in dark.

That is, until you hear Jason screaming, you immediately up running to his room to see if there's anything wrong

And he just all covered in the blankets, hiding in the corner of the room, shaking and crying as a little baby, scared, alone. He had a nightmare, Jason told you in the future that sometimes loud sounds would remember him about gunshots sounds or screams, and that would give him nightmares.

You go to him, he doesn't want to look at you, you move and put him in your lap, sitting in the same corner he was. Jason is a little confused, you just adjust him putting against you like a baby.

Then you start giving him head pats and mumbling some child song you still remember, nothing amazing, just holding him.

After that day you become Jason dad.

And I mean like, dad, dad, father got it?

He starts following like a baby duck, everywhere without complaining and looking at you with starts in the eye

Thanks to that Bruce have a easy path on becoming closer to Jason too, since you can now help him

It's a perfect family, two dad's and their two cute son's

Then Jason start wanting to be a Robin

And again you know where this is coming

Jason is from the darkest parts of Gotham, he knows all the bad stuff that lives there, he saw everything, the crimes, the deaths, the people that didn't deserve nothing of that

But he is so young... And you are so scared

With Dick everything went fine but now Gotham have a lot of more villains, more cruel, stronger...

Big names are starting to grow even more, the Joker started a crime syndicate and the problems get bigger and bigger

But just like with Dick, you can't hold him...

You let him go, becoming a Robin

And that's the decision you regret for the rest of your life

Because one day

Jason is gone

He is missing and Bruce tells you the Joker kidnaped him, you are so shocked that Bruce had to hold you because your legs stopped, your son is in the hands of a criminal

Bruce promises you that he is going to bring Jason back, that everything will be fine

He left for days without news, focusing on finding Jason with all his strengths

And you try to be strong, for Dick, for Alfred, but you can't. You pass the days fainting and vomiting from pure fear and anxiety

Then one day Bruce is back

And in his arms

Is Jason body

The death both of your child

#male x reader #x male reader #male reader #male x male reader #male x male #x reader #batman x reader #batman x you #batdad #batfam #batdad x batfam #batfamily

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ourrechte-blog · 1 day ago

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Hours later in the Batcave, Bruce stood before the computer terminal, watching the DNA analysis complete. Blues and Ellie were sleeping peacefully in makeshift cribs Alfred had quickly assembled, both babies fed and changed. The rest of the family had gathered around, curious about Bruce's newest unexpected additions.

"So," Tim said, leaning against the console, "running DNA to figure out which family the kid adopted them from?"

"That's the plan," Bruce murmured, pulling up the genetic database. "If I can identify the biological parents, I can—"

The computer chimed. Bruce frowned at the readout.

"What is it?" Dick asked, moving closer.

Bruce ran the test again. Then a third time. Each result was identical.

"Bruce?" Barbara prompted from her position near the babies.

"They're not adopted," Bruce said slowly, staring at the screen. "According to this, Blues and Ellie are biologically related to me. They're my granddaughters."

The cave fell silent except for the gentle hum of computers and the soft sounds of sleeping babies.

"Well," Jason said finally, a smirk spreading across his face, "looks like the old man's playboy genes are hereditary."

"Jason," Bruce warned.

"No, no, he's got a point," Tim chimed in, grinning. "Kid shows up, calls you Father, hands over twins, and disappears to fight a creepy professor. Sounds familiar."

Dick was barely containing his laughter. "So Danny inherited the Wayne charm and the tendency to have complicated relationships?"

"And teenage parenthood, apparently," Damian added dryly. "At least Father waited until he was older."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is not helpful."

"Oh, it's very helpful," Barbara said, though Bruce could hear the smile in her voice. "We now know you have another son out there, and he's already giving you grandchildren. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

Alfred cleared his throat delicately. "Perhaps we should focus on preparing proper accommodations for the young misses? Master Danny did say he would return."

"Alfred's right," Bruce said, grateful for the redirect. "We need cribs, formula, diapers—"

"And an explanation," Dick added. "Because I really want to hear this story."

DCxDP Prompt: Green Light Special

Batman's comm gave a single faint tone, the warning to let him know someone had just switched to his channel. "Batman," Oracle's modulated voice came over the line, "sighting of a giant, glowing, green, translucent bat symbol over Manny's Grocer, on the east end."

"A glowing, green bat symbol?"

"I don't have any eyes on it, but from the description it sounds like a Green Lantern is trying to get your attention."

Bruce hummed his agreement, though he can't figure out why. All of Earth's Green lanterns could easily contact him through the Justice League comms, and no other Green Lanterns should need Batman specifically. "I'm on my way."

"Red Robin is closest, I'm putting him on stand by."

Bruce grunted, the situation was strange enough to warrant keeping back up nearby in case this turned out to be a trap.

Bruce soon found himself standing on the roof of an apartment building just across the street from Manny's grocer, the height of the apartment putting him basically at eye level with the construct. He had to admit, it did look like a Green Lantern construct. Below the construct was a glowing figure floating just above the roof, wearing what appeared to be a black suit with a few white accents and hair. Bruce didn't know any Green Lanterns with white hair, but he supposed that didn't mean much. He landed on the grocer's roof, barely making a sound.

The figure turned and locked eyes with him.

The figure relaxed when they spotted Batman, a relieved smile spreading across their face as they turned the rest of the way around. They had glowing green eyes and a young face, around Damian's age if Bruce had to guess. Cradled in one arm was a blanket wrapped bundle, the other gave a quick wave before their hand fell to brush the dark head of a small child clinging to their leg. He hadn't noticed the child until just then; partly because the child was so very small, they looked barely old enough to walk, and partly because unlike teen they weren't glowing.

Above them the construct dimmed and faded out of existence.

"Detective," the teen said quietly.

Bruce tensed, very few people ever called him that. "And you are?"

"Oh! I'm uh…" The teen suddenly looked sheepish, but he drifted closer. "Hello Father," he said in the LoA's dialect. "I'm sorry to be meeting you like this, but I didn't know who else to go to." He brought his hand up to steady the bundle as he carefully held it out to Bruce.

A baby.

A tiny baby, a few weeks old at best.

"I need your help," the teen said a little desperately, switching back to English.

Bruce stepped forward and took the baby, careful to support their head as his own swam with everything this complete stranger had just dumped on him.

While Bruce settled the soundly sleeping baby into his hold the teen leaned down and picked up the toddler, then held them out to Bruce too. Running on pure instinct he wrapped an arm around the toddler.

"Dani, this is your baba," the teen said gently as he smiled down at the child. "Be good for your baba, alright Starlight? He'll keep you safe until I get back."

The toddler whined as tears started running down their face, they leaned towards the teen with outstretched arms. "Daddy!"

Bruce struggled to keep the squirming toddler from falling, he shifted and tried to pull the small child closer to his center of mass.

"I'm trusting you with them," the teen said seriously, eyes locked with Bruce's.

"Wait," Bruce called.

The teen was already flying up and away, vanishing from sight long before he should have.

"Damnit," Bruce murmured to himself.

The small child in his arms (Danny?) started crying louder, screaming their upset to the heavens. Bruce hefted the toddler a little higher on his hip and pressed them to his chest, rubbing their back as best he could while holding them one handed.

"I'm almost there," Tim reported.

"I've got the batmobile en route on auto," Oracle added. "Hopefully the emergency car seats you keep in its storage will be enough." Even through the modulation, Bruce could hear the teasing in her voice.

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amcpacerman · 1 year ago

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Get Gremlin'd

For reference:

#pixar cars #cars fandom #cars 2 #no cars character lmao #this is my son now and I need another parent

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ghosted-jazz · 11 months ago

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I am not immune to this car salesman fairy and his traumaised iPad kid

#fairly oddparents #fairly oddparents a new wish #fop a new wish #dev dimmadome #fop peri #fop cosmo #fop wanda #once again posting my doodles bc i have sooo many about Peri. I can't believe 1 glow up dragged me into hyperfixation brainrot hell so quic #gave Peri white to match his baby design and cause i think it looks nice. The fairies are tinkerbell size to me i think it's cute #son does the *slap the roof of a car* meme. Parents are impressed by his charisma #no one talk to me about the latest episode. I need them to make up and give Dev a hug right now!! Nooooooo i cant wait another week!!#my art

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weirdbabs · 2 years ago

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you know. i hope johnnys home life is okay. like. its implied that his parents dont love each other, but i hope that hes not living in a household where they fight all the time. i hope theyre separated but actually coparenting him, not using him to to fight with one another

#like. i didnt grow up in any of those environments but my brothers did and now my nieces are and im seeing directly how its affecting my #nieces and. its not fucking great. i hope fictional character johnny jhonnys parents can coparent well and love their son #even if they dont love eachother #paranatural #isabels home life already makes me so sad with how her dad and grandpa basically use her to fight w one another. and eds reaction to #franciscos yelling felt really familiar as someone who grew up w a mom who had a quick temper and would go off easily. just.#idk the kids make me sad i need more than one of them to not have a super shitty home life

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ana-bananya · 11 months ago

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Support the Jad Al Haq family

I've been asked by the family to make this post to help clear up the rumors of fraud surrounding them. All of these campaigns have been vetted by trustworthy sources and I have linked proof of verification for each of them. You may see similar photos and wording in their campaigns, but that is because they are all sisters.

Please share and donate where you can to help the Jad Al Haq family be able to reunite with Doaa in Egypt.

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@dodoomar12345 and her son Omar evacuated to Egypt. Omar is autistic and nonverbal, and is suffering from shock and trauma caused by the bombings he and his mother lived through.

Doaa is seeking to get Omar therapy and enroll him in school, but she needs support to cover the expensive weekly fees for his treatment. Her campaign has been vetted by 90-ghost.

$3,694/$5,000

@free-gaza2 is Doaas other account for her second campaign. This fundraiser is to help her purchase the equipment she needs to restart her sewing and embroidery business so she can support herself and Omar. It was also verified by 90-ghost.

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This fundraiser is for 3 of Doaa's sisters: Tahreer, Fidaa, and Aseel. All of them were recently forced to evacuate where they were sheltering and find themselves displaced again. The funds will be used to help them afford necessities and evacuation so they can join Doaa in Egypt.

@tahreer1990 and her husband Ahmed have 4 children: Fatima, Khamees, Sarah, and Ameer. Ameer is a toddler with a broken pelvis and in desperate need of medical care. Khamees also recently underwent a tonsillectomy without proper conditions/medications due to a severe infection.

@fedao and her husband Hashem have 4 children: Dima, Abdullah, Islam, and Duaa. Hashem has an arm injury and needs medical care.

@aseelo680 is a young ambitious English student who is taking care of their elderly parents. Both their mother and father need treatment to help with their medical conditions, but Aseel cannot afford the care they need. Her father also recently suffered a stroke after losing his home, job, and relatives.

Aseel also has a second fundraiser to help with her parents' treatment and evacuation.

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@/ebenrosetaylor is also doing an art raffle for Aseel's fundraiser. You can read the details here.

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@hanaa987 and her husband Muhammad have a 2 year old son named Youssef. Their family has now been displaced more than 6 times. They were recently forced to evacuate Khan Younis and were able to afford another tent thanks to the donations they received, but they still need support so they can afford evacuation.

$6,000/$75,000

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@safaa18mero is a law school graduate who dreamed of becoming a lawyer to support her family. She is currently in need of support to afford milk and diapers for her 5 month old son Amir who she gave birth to during this genocide.

$8,022/$40,000

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Additional information can be found here

@falestine-yousef and her husband have a 3 month old son named Youssef that Falestine gave birth to during this genocide. She is struggling to provide enough milk, diapers, medicine, and vitamins for her son. She also fears for Youssef's health because of the unsanitary conditions in their camp. The tent they live in is next to a dilapidated public toilet where sewage, dirt and waste is everywhere, putting her family at greater risk of contracting deadly diseases.

#Palestine #free palestine #Gaza #Rafah #all eyes on rafah #vetted fundraisers

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beloveds-embrace · 8 months ago

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can we get Duchess reader yearning for a baby of her own 🥺 imagine there was a Ball in the neighboring kingdom and Duchess!Reader and Duke!Price was invited, celebrating the birth of the Kingdom’s new heir, a baby boy on her fellow Duchess’s arms.

And reader coos at the baby while masking the deep ache in her heart thinking that it’ll be so impossible to have a baby with her husband due to him and his lovers 😢

cue to Duchess!Reader having a heavy heart through out the entire event and even the days after that, until one of our boys asks her what wrong.

(And John having to hold Johnny back bc that nasty dog has been waiting to get his paws on her since forever)

Oh my god yes??? Anon i could smooch your brain right now yes??? This is so good i love it. Sorry for the abrupt ending though, had no idea how to finish it off 😔

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“Such an adorable little one,” you coo softly, the newborn held delicately and carefully in your arms, swaddled in the baby blue blankets you and John had bought among your other gifts for your fellow Duke and Duchess. “He looks so much like you, I’m in awe.”

Your friend laughs lightly, sipping on her drink. With a soft sigh, she leans closer towards you. The party is in full swing, so many other nobles mingling and networking, but thankfully you and your friend have your own little corner for now and everyone has already congratulated her and her husband.

“So,” she begins, her eyes flickering towards where both of you two’s husbands are speaking. The smiles on their faces are clearly happy, though you aren’t surprised; John had mentioned that he’s already friends with the Duke during the carriage ride. “So. What about you and Duke Price, hm? Any surprises we should prepare for?”

Ah. You had been dreading this.

You sigh, shaking your head. Though the smile returns as you gaze at the napping baby, so small and precious in your arms. With you friend’s permission, you gently kiss his tiny little fists. “Not at all. We are happy as we are.”

And it’s not as if you are lying by any means, oh no. You are happy. Life as Duchess was far, far much better than you had expected it’d be, a lot less restrictive than you had prepared for it to be.

But…

You can’t lie to yourself. You’ve been feeling a sense of discontent from the very second you stepped into the gala venue. Perhaps for even longer, though it hadn’t been especially felt until this moment. Not until you held this baby in your arms.

You want a baby, too, you had realized. Motherhood. A child all yours, calling you momma and toddling into your arms. You had been unable to stop yourself from feeling the little bud of jealousy towards your friend, because you knew you’d likely never experience such a thing due to your unique situation.

John has his own partners whom he loves. You weren’t among that list, and you didn’t particularly enjoy the idea of having sex with another man with the potential risk of your parents, or anyone else, asking for a paternity test because you know someone would ask. Your mother, probably; she was always warning you not to whore yourself out, and your father didn’t even need to say anything-

“My dear?”

John’s concerned voice pulls you out of your thoughts, his hand gentle on your elbow, and it’s only then you realize you had been staring down at the baby with such sadness, so not befitting of such a beautiful gala. So you shake your head, clearing your thoughts, and turn to him and your friend's husband.

When the baby squirms, you coo softly and hand him back to your friends, gentle and careful. That's when you turn to John, giving him a simple smile. "Yes, Your Grace?"

The worry remains on his face, less visible however, and his eyes look over you carefully. Your friends are too busy with their son and showing him off to care about what you two are saying in the corner he’s led you to. "Are you alright?”

As if you’d ever tell him what the issue is. You don’t want to make John feel pressured into this, of all things. You’d rather be divorced than do so, and that should speak volumes on its own.

It’s a silly want, anyways. You have everything you could possible need right now, married and stable. You aren’t about to ruin it with your own two hands.

So you nod your head, and brush away all thoughts of a little baby cradled in your arms. “Yes, I am. I was just lost in thought. Shall we return to the party?”

John observes you for a few seconds more, and then he sighs and nods. “Very well. Would you do me the honor of this dance, my dear Duchess?”

Between the dazzling lights and John’s arms, you can almost forget the lingering desire.

But over the next few days after the gala, it becomes clear to John- to all your the men that something is terribly bothering you. There is a lingering sadness around you so profound even your maids have sensed it, wondering if perhaps you and the Duke have finally had your first fight… but he looks even more more worried and confused than them. You weren’t mad at anyone, that much he could tell, but he didn’t understand the heartache plaguing you.

“…are you sick, my lady?” Kyle asks you one day, placing down a tray of fresh desserts. Your favorites, all made by Johnny himself, yet you barely flick a look towards it.

“Not at all. Thank you, Kyle, but I’m afraid I can’t eat anything at the moment.” Your reply is soft, patient, as it always is, but the furrow in your brows remain and your frown deepens. Kyle hates it. He hates it so, so much. You’ve even stopped taking your usual break-walks, staying inside your room and asking for nothing in particular.

“My lady,” he presses on, voice softer. Comes to stand close to you, and holds his elbow out. “Maybe a walk, then? You look tired. Some sun might do you good- or a picnic? I can pack the desserts and-”

You avoid his eyes and look away, shaking your head. “Thank you, but my answer’s the same, Kyle. I’d just… like to be left alone, please. Could I trouble you to also inform John I won’t be joining him for dinner tonight?”

You are simply glad you managed to hide the little paper you’d been writing on before he came in. Baby names, for the babies you’d never have. It certainly didn’t help make your mood better, but you couldn’t help yourself. Looking at John, or any of them, also made you feel guilty anew.

“…not a problem, my lady. I’ll leave the desserts here for you just in case.”

Several days later, it’s Johnny who comes to you. You are alone in the conservatory, trying hard to get over this stupid, lingering feeling. It’s silly, you know it is, but… ugh.

Johnny says nothing even when you call his name out with a questioning tone, and much to your shock, he kneels down to take your hands in his. It’s so wholly inappropriate, and you look around in fear of anyone seeing.

“No one’s around, m’lady,” Johnny shakes his head, not letting your hands go yet.

“Johnny-“

“No one’s around.” He repeats, firmly, and his eyes gaze at you. “M’lady. Have we made ye angry? Has anyone made you upset? Is my food not to your liking?”

“Johnny…” you sigh, shaking your head. Inwardly, you scold yourself for bothering everyone like this. This should have been your issue alone to solve and hide. “No, no. Nothing like that. I just need some time alone, in general.”

“But why-“

“No particular reason.” You quickly cut him off, gently pulling your hands away. “Please, Johnny. I’ll get better soon, promise. But I just… need time.”

But the desire, the longing, still remains. You can’t even confide in anyone, so you also feel painfully lonely on top of everything else. John is still searching, still trying to find what or who’s made you like this, but not even your closest maids are of help.

Still, while you wished to wallow your misery away in your rooms and office, you didn’t have much choice when you’d received an invitation to the opera troupe funded by the Price duchy; making an appearance was a must, and unfortunately John had a very important meeting that day so Simon is the one to accompany you.

“You’ve been sad lately.” Simon doesn’t beat around the bush, all the lights focused on the stage so you are both draped in shadows, hidden from sight.

You turn to him, a refusal on your lips already-

“No.” He shakes his head. “You aren’t just tired, Duchess. You are sad. Everyone can see it, and it’s making us worried. All of us.” He adds, not letting you latch onto your usual excuse. Performance ignored, his entire attention is on you.

And you are just- too tired. Ashamed of yourself, you sigh.

“It’s awful of me…” your whisper, bottom lip quivering. “I-… I want a baby, Simon.” You admit, so softly and quietly you don’t look at his reaction to see if he’d even heard you in the first place. You shouldn’t be telling him of all people your issues, but- you can’t help yourself. “A child. I want to experience motherhood, but- I don’t, I refuse to put such a burden on John, or get in the way between all of you again-“

You ramble on, not meeting his eyes. Your hands are tembling around the mask you’d taken off, holding it in your lap.

Simon?

Simon can’t take his eyes off your stomach. You. You, pregnant; swollen and glowing with a child. Maybe children, even. Their children. His. He can’t believe this is what has had you so upset for so long; did you think they- John- would say no to you?

“Darling, ” The nickname slips out; he couldn’t help himself. He is glad the no one is paying attention to them, in the higher rows. Simon laces your pinkies together, raising your hand to kiss your knuckles, silencing your worried rambling. “Darling. Let us return home. Staying here isn’t doing you any good. Tonight, I want you to let Kyle spoil you with a warm bath, and for you to eat and then sleep. Rest. Tomorrow, we’ll speak. I’ll inform the troupe leader you weren’t feeling too well.”

“I- I… speak about what? What?”

Simon simply ushers you out, to the awaiting carriage. He doesn’t answer any of your questions, even when you pout and the it makes your lipstick glisten to prettily, though if you can feel that his hands are inappropriately tight around your waist, you simply blame it on your tightened corset.

At home, you are still confused. Simon is acting off, staring at you with a look that makes you all flustered, but you don’t protest when Kyle gently leads you away.

You’ll get your answers tomorrow, you are sure. But in the meantime…

“She wants a baby, John,” Simon groans, repeating the words again. His jacket is thrown off to the side, sleeves rolled up his elbows. Even from here, he can see how John eyes them appreciatively. “A baby, John. Seeing her pregnant-“

Another groan, but the one comes from between John’s thighs. Johnny, hands tied behind his back with Simon’s belt because the second he found out what the issue he was so, so ready to go and beg you to let him fix it. A bairn is what you want, a bairn is what he’ll give you- chunky, adorable, and hopefully looking like you.

John had to hold him back, though. He wants nothing more than to do the same, kiss you breathless and promise he’ll give you as many as you want, but he also knows you need a clear, rested head before he speaks with you.

The thought of seeing your pregnant, though, has his fist tightening in Johnny’s hair.

“I know. Fuck, I know, Si. Tomorrow, I’ll speak to her.”

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alienzil · 11 months ago

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Nanny Danny

“That is a whole ass baby,” was the only thought running through Lex Luthor’s head when the scientist proudly showed him the tube containing Project KR. It was not remotely the sort of thing he would normally think and most definitely not what he had expected to be thinking the first time he saw the clone.

He’d been pleased when he’d read the reports indicating the success of KR after years of failures. Lex had poured millions of dollars and literally his own blood into ensuring a clone of the alien could be made, one that would be under his total control instead of the unknown aspirations of Superman. He’d wanted to see the fruits of his labors personally but this…

It. No, not an it. He scrunched his tiny face and smacked his lips and…did he smirk? Was that HIS SMIRK on that baby’s face?! No. No. Babies this small didn’t smile or smirk. They passed gas and their sleep deprived and addled parents mistook it for an intelligent response. He’d heard enough inane conversations in the Lexcorp office about the various progeny of his employees to pick up on that but still. This child had Kryptonian DNA, not to mention his own contribution. Surely, he was far more advanced than the dribbling potato shaped lump of an infant whose pictures he’d been forced to smile and nod over when Mark from accounting had rudely shoved them in his face at the last quarterly budget meeting. Yes, that was definitely a smirk. His, that was his smirk.

“So as you can see its growth is well within expected parameters and we’re planning to start phase one of accelerating the maturation process tomorrow once the testing is do-”

“Take him out.”

“Sir? The testing can all be accomplished while it remains in the tube. There’s no need to-”

“I said, take him out. The project is cancelled.”

“What?! Mr. Luthor you can’t!”

“I think you’ll find I can. Now get me my son.”

*****

Two years later

“Call them again”

“Sir, I’ve called them seven times. They won’t answer.”

“Then call another agency!”

“There isn’t another agency, Sir”

Lex glared at his assistant who stared back at him impassively. Mercy stood by the door staring off into the distance and pretending she didn’t notice him being bested by his own secretary.

He stopped himself from shouting again and took a deep breath before asking, “Then what, exactly, do you propose I do Mrs. Anderson? Adjust my entire schedule around naptimes? Find a toddler size lab coat and safety goggles and bring my son with me to tour the new clean energy project on Thursday? Perhaps buy a tiny business suit while I’m at it for the next board meeting?”

“I’m not suggesting anything of the sort, Mr. Luthor. I’m telling you that no childcare agency in Metropolis will return my calls anymore. Most won’t even answer. You’ve gone through 27 nannies in the last 3 months. You need someone better suited to your son’s…special needs.”

Lex snorted. “Special needs might be a bit of understatement. He can lift a car over his head and his favorite word right now is No.”

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Thank you for…clarifying the situation, Marjorie. If there’s nothing else, you can leave.”

His secretary didn’t move. She looked at him like she was waiting for something and now that he was paying attention, he saw she was holding a file. “Did you have a suggestion?”

Looking pleased with herself she responded, “Actually, yes, I did.”

“Well?”

She set the file on his desk and flipped it open. He looked down at the first page and raised an eyebrow, “What am I looking at here?”

“This,” she responded pulling out the top set of papers and spreading them out, “is the employee file and background check for Daniel J. Fenton, an intern that started in our engineering department about 4 months ago. He has one sibling, two parents and several close friends he regularly meets with. His current supervisor has nothing but good things to say about him and reports he gets along well with all his coworkers.”

She set out the next set of papers, neatly arranging them on the desk to be easily seen. “These are newspaper articles and screenshots of social media posts regarding a small town vigilante locally known as Phantom. The same small town, Mr. Fenton is from coincidentally. Also coincidentally, Phantom made his first appearance only a few weeks after Mr. Fenton was involved in a minor accident in his parent’s home laboratory when he was 14, the medical records for the incident are included.”

“Hmm,” Lex said observing several photos of Phantom and a younger Fenton arranged in order of similar poses and facial expressions and printed out side by side.

“Finally,” she said handing him the last set of papers directly, “this would be a report from the lab Mr. Fenton works in from an incident that happened yesterday. A test with a new protype went wrong and started a fire. Everyone evacuated per protocol when the alarms went off but one of the other interns was working on a programming issue off to the side of the lab while wearing headphones and didn’t hear the alarm or notice the fire. Mr. Fenton noticed his absence and returned to the lab to get him out.” She stopped talking and let him look at the last several pages in the file, a series of photographs of the lab.

“Is this ice?”

“Yes, it is. It’s several inches thick and covers half of the lab. It completely put out the fire leaving minimal damage.”

“This machine was moved?”

“It was. It was very close to the flames and would have required replacement if exposed to extreme heat or cold. That particular piece of equipment also weighs several thousand pounds and was bolted to the floor.”

Lex read through everything in detail then clasped his hands under his chin and stared at the photo of Daniel Fenton for several moments before turning back to his waiting secretary.

“Have HR send Mr. Fenton up. I’d like to offer him a promotion.”

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #Lex Luthor saw baby Kon and said that's my baby #Good Dad Lex Luthor #He mostly stopped with the evil to be a good dad #He still does some villainous things sometimes #as a treat #it's enrichment in his enclosure #danny gets hired as a nanny #because Lex can't keep up with a super powered toddler #nanny danny au

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cinnamorollcrybaby · 9 months ago

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Career Day

Tags: teeth rotting fluff, crack, jjk men as dads / fem!reader

An: Your child comes home and says tomorrow is career day at their school. They want to bring you and their daddy to school to show off how cool you two are, but.. their dad doesn’t exactly have the most conventional job.

SATORU • SUGURU • TOJI • SUKUNA

SATORU

“My daddy is the strongest!” Your son explains to a room full of his peers. Satoru is proudly beaming next to him. You note how much they look alike. The white hair, the bright blue eyes. Your son looks like he came straight from Satoru and had nothing to do with you.

But your son, Aoi, definitely had your personality.

“Nuh uh. He can’t be the strongest. Superman’s the strongest!” Another kid protested with an unconvinced frown.

“Well, my daddy is like superman!” Aoi retorts, keeping his headstrong personality like his mama. “Actually, he’s even better than superman!”

“He’s not even wearing a suit!” A different child speaks up. You share a nervous glance with Satoru. He’s enjoying this all too much.

“He doesn’t need a suit to be the strongest, dumbass!” Your sweet boy yells, and you promptly cover his mouth. Satoru is laughing his ass off, making the entire situation worse.

Correction, Aoi trying out his dad’s signature hand signal and saying “domain expansion” made the entire situation so much worse.

“You’re grounded, Aoi. You can’t say those things to other people. It’s rude and hurtful.” You say as you and Satoru walk your young boy home. Aoi lets out a small frustrated groan.

“I’m still getting him ice cream.” Satoru interjects with a proud smile. “My boy tried to cast his first domain at just six-years-old. He deserves a sweet treat.” Two wide smiles look up at you, and you realize you’re outnumbered here. Rolling your eyes, you nudge Satoru.

“I want a girl next.”

SUGURU

Mimiko and Nanako begged Suguru to come to their school’s career day. He was of course hesitant to do so, given that Jujutsu sorcery was still a hidden art in Japan. He didn’t exactly know how to explain his career to a bunch of kids.

He had a plan though. He would just tell the children that he was a preacher at a church. It’s not… completely a lie. He was a leader for.. a type of church.

You and Geto walk into the cozy looking classroom and see a load of other parents there. Your husband grimaced at the thought of having to interact with all these… people.

You give Suguru a reassuring squeeze of the hand. “It’ll be okay. Anything for the girls, right?” You whisper into his ear, making him nod. Anything for the girls.

When it’s finally Mimiko and Nanako’s turn to explain what their daddy does for a living, your small family gathers at the front of the classroom. Plenty of small innocent faces and reassuring smiles fill the room.

“Okay girls, tell us what your parents do for a living.” Their teacher prompts with a warm smile.

“My daddy swallows balls for a living!” Nanako says proudly with a beaming smile.

The kids erupted into laughter while their parents gave you two disgusted looks.

To make matters worse, “He also hates filthy mo-“ Mimiko tries to add on, but Geto quickly covers her mouth with his hand.

After explaining what a vivid imagination your twins have, you go on to explain that Geto is a leader at a church, and well, that doesn’t go over too well either.

“Homeschool?” Geto suggests as the four of you walk home.

“Most definitely.” You agree. Mimiko and Nanako are now educated by you at the home, where they can’t out their dad for swallowing balls.

TOJI

“Mama, make papa come to career day.” Your young son, Megumi, demanded. He had a small little pout on his face, and his arms were firmly crossed over his chest. Behind him, Toji stood, shaking his head at his son’s determination.

He often did this: telling you to make Toji do something because you were the only person who could make Toji do anything. After all these years, mans was still wrapped around your finger.

“Baby, Papa’s job is kinda private.” You explain quietly as you pet Megumi’s soft hair.

The small boy’s look of determination shifted to a look of reserve. Even as a young child, he wasn’t great at showing when his feelings were hurt, but you could always tell.

“Gumi.” You say his name softly, bending over to look at the boy’s flat expression.

You were also the only one who could coax Megumi into showing his real emotions.

Tears welled in his eyes, and his bottom lip started quivering. “I don’t wanna be the only one whose parents didn’t come.”

“Oh baby.” You frown as you pull your son into a hug. You glare upwards at Toji, and his eyes widened slightly. He knew what that look meant. “You’re going to career day.” You say to him, leaving no room for argument.

The next day,

“Okay Mr. Fushiguro, what do you do for a living?” The teacher asks Toji as he’s sat next to Megumi. Your son is actually smiling, enjoying the fact that Toji actually came to career day.

“People pay me a large sum of money, and I take care of someone for them.” Toji explains vaguely.

“Oh! Like a doctor?” One of the kids asked with an impressed smile.

“Sure, like a doctor.” Your husband lies, knowing that he does quite the opposite of what a doctor does.

SUKUNA

The look on the kids faces as your tall, muscular, tatted husband walked into the classroom was hilarious. Most of them were completely mortified, giving Sukuna frightened stares.

Your husband was completely unfazed. If anything, he was soaking in the kids’ fear. He sat at the front of the room with a look of arrogance.

Your nephew, Yuji, sat between you two. No, he was technically not your kid, but he didn’t have anyone else to bring to career day. So, Unc Sukuna and Auntie Yn were to the rescue.

“And.. what do you do for work, sir?” The teacher asked in almost a judgmental tone as she eyed Sukuna. You couldn’t tell if she despised him or wanted to fuck him.

“I don’t work. I live off tithe.” Sukuna bluntly answered with a shrug. His lopsided smile never left his face.

“What’s a tithe?” A small child asked quietly.

“It means people pay me out of fear of that I’ll harm them if they don’t.” Your husband gives a child a sharp stare with a challenging smile. He wanted the kids to keep asking questions. The thought of scaring multiple children all at once fueled him.

“Like… beat them up?” Another child asked.

“Like eating their snot-nosed children.” Sukuna answered with a toothy grin. The children all shrieked and cried in terror. Hell, even their parents looked frightened.

“Ryomen.” You chide as you look over towards your husband. He was laughing maniacally, even slapping his knee like the old man he was.

Yuji never invited you two to another career day.

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scealaiscoite · 4 months ago

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‧₊˚ 🗣️ ✩ three hundred assorted dialogue prompts

¹⁾ “it’s too early for this.”

²⁾ “say that again, but take all the words bigger than two syllables out for me.”

³⁾ “you never came to bed last night.”

⁴⁾ “ibuprofen and a red bull is not breakfast.”

⁵⁾ “where the fuck have you been?!”

⁶⁾ “i can’t believe you told him.”

⁷⁾ “look, all i’m trying to tell you i- oh god, no, please don’t cry.”

⁸⁾ “taxi- taxi!”

⁹⁾ “i broke it off last night.”

¹⁰⁾ “no way that’s true.”

¹¹⁾ “i’m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own house.”

¹²⁾ “red’s definitely your colour.”

¹³⁾ “i don’t even want to know how the glitter got there.”

¹⁴⁾ “second time the electric’s been cut off so far.”

¹⁵⁾ “come on, the water’s fine!”

¹⁶⁾ “i’m so mad at you for this, but i’m angrier at myself for knowing i’ll forgive you for it.”

¹⁷⁾ “nice tan lines.”

¹⁸⁾ “christ, i don’t know how you drink that shit.”

¹⁹⁾ “that was the best meal i’ve eaten in years.”

²⁰⁾ “i got fired yesterday.”

²¹⁾ “are those handcuffs?!”

²²⁾ “hell of defense to put on for someone you say you don’t care about anymore.”

²³⁾ “i love you, i swear it, but not enough to watch another western.”

²⁴⁾ “just hold the ladder, and i’ll do the rest.”

²⁵⁾ “is there any chilli powder left in the cupboard, or is it all on my plate?!”

²⁶⁾ “i know what exes are, and i know you two aren’t them.”

²⁷⁾ “please, please just leave me alone.”

²⁸⁾ “neither of us are leaving this room until you tell me how you got that shiner.”

²⁹⁾ “fucking liar.”

³⁰⁾ “scooch over, i’m about to fall off.”

³¹⁾ “i nicked your shirt on my way out- i hope you don’t mind.”

³²⁾ “the cold will kill us before they can if we don’t find shelter.”

³³⁾ “just- please, can’t you see she’s in pain?!”

³⁴⁾ “a pint of coors and a passionfruit martini, plea- no, i told you, i’m not calling it that!”

³⁶⁾ “only you could crochet in a time like this.”

³⁷⁾ “they know i hate boats!”

³⁸⁾ “your mother called.”

³⁹⁾ “i can smell vodka and bubblegum toothpaste on your breath, and i’m totally sure which concerns me more.”

⁴⁰⁾ “it’s midnight, please turn off the jazz.”

⁴¹⁾ “i didn’t read that book, but i slept behind [name] in bed every night for a week while they did.”

⁴²⁾ “please, we need a doctor!”

⁴³⁾ “you’ve done shitty things to me before but you’ve never been cruel.”

⁴⁴⁾ “normally i can get behind your stress baking because of how much i benefit from it, but come on. it’s two in the night; what is a red velvet cake going to fix that some sleep won’t?”

⁴⁵⁾ “i found an earring under the passenger seat.”

⁴⁶⁾ “please, if the choice is between ice cream for breakfast or whiskey, choose the fucking ice cream.”

⁴⁷⁾ “you’re still bleeding- stop and let me look at it.”

⁴⁸⁾ “we’ve been broken up for a year now. you’ve got no right to look at me like that.”

⁴⁹⁾ “mama will be home soon, promise.”

⁵⁰⁾ “in the name of the father- “

⁵¹⁾ “i’m going to lose them either way. better they hate me and live, than love me and die.”

⁵²⁾ “you have a son?!”

⁵³⁾ “boss wants to see you.”

⁵⁴⁾ “i figured we were close, i just didn’t think it was “call me at two in the morning from a police station” kind of close.”

⁵⁵⁾ “are we just going to ignore that massive rock on your finger?”

⁵⁶⁾ “you of all people don’t get to question my parenting skills.”

⁵⁷⁾ “is that a fucking chicken?!”

⁵⁸⁾ “fuck- you’re hurting me!”

⁵⁹⁾ “mind the puddles.”

⁶⁰⁾ “you’re sick. you’re not going into work, end of story.”

⁶¹⁾ “what on earth are you wearing?!”

⁶²⁾ “she’s too old for you.”

⁶³⁾ “you play mario kart like it’s your first day on earth.”

⁶⁴⁾ “you’re gonna break an ankle walking in those heels.”

⁶⁵⁾ “if it was important, you would’ve remembered i don’t answer fucking calls!”

⁶⁶⁾ “late night?”

⁶⁷⁾ “i’m terrified.”

⁶⁸⁾ “i’ll call you when i land, yeah?”

⁶⁹⁾ “try and get some sleep, pet.”

⁷⁰⁾ “where is that blood coming from?!”

⁷¹⁾ “it is sheeps or sheepses?”

⁷²⁾ “so you can fold a paper crane from a candy wrapper, but you don’t know your times tables.”

⁷³⁾ “clerk said they only have one room left.”

⁷⁴⁾ “why did you get an apartment on the eighth fucking floor?”

⁷⁵⁾ “it’s snowing!”

⁷⁶⁾ “when the shooting starts, stay down and only look at me, okay?”

⁷⁷⁾ “how fucking dare you- i am married.”

⁷⁸⁾ “we should be safe here.”

⁷⁹⁾ “i’m at the store, what kind of monster did you want again? and don’t say ultra violet, i’m not bringing that filth into the house.”

⁸⁰⁾ “the cat misses you.”

⁸¹⁾ “i’ve been having nightmares again.”

⁸²⁾ “i can practically hear your stomach growling. come fill up a plate.”

⁸³⁾ “i’m proud of you, kid.”

⁸⁴⁾ “are you sure you’re not mad at me?”

⁸⁵⁾ “please don’t tell me you lost it.”

⁸⁶⁾ “wanna pick the movie?”

⁸⁷⁾ “bit late for boxing, no?”

⁸⁸⁾ “i don’t care if it’s harmless, kill it!!”

⁸⁹⁾ “if you so much as look in their direction again, it will be the last thing you ever do.”

⁹⁰⁾ “do you wanna go out sometime?”

⁹¹⁾ “is- is that [name]’s shirt?”

⁹²⁾ “c’mon, sit with me a minute.”

⁹³⁾ “good boy!”

⁹⁴⁾ “no, fuck- i can’t swim!”

⁹⁵⁾ “your friends are unbearable.”

⁹⁶⁾ “oh, kill me now.”

⁹⁷⁾ “can i bum a light?”

⁹⁸⁾ “just listen to me for once in your life!”

⁹⁹⁾ “someone call an ambulance!”

¹⁰⁰⁾ “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you in pink before.”

¹⁰¹⁾ “i told you i was done talking about it.”

¹⁰²⁾ “the lock’s broken- i think someone’s inside.”

¹⁰³⁾ “you kept it.”

¹⁰⁴⁾ “i have somewhere to be; make it quick.”

¹⁰⁵⁾ “you’re unbelievable.”

¹⁰⁶⁾ “they never meant anything to you, did they?”

¹⁰⁷⁾ “is the point of giving me such bad advice to force me into seeing an actual therapist?”

¹⁰⁸⁾ “your smile makes my day.”

¹⁰⁹⁾ “how do you remember where all my jewellery goes?”

¹¹⁰⁾ “… but you’re definitely nothing more than coworkers. sure.”

¹¹¹⁾ “i’ve been waiting for this my whole life.”

¹¹²⁾ “can i help with your hair?”

¹¹³⁾ “i always forget how pretty the city looks at night.”

¹¹⁴⁾ “the dog, for all his failings, did not do that and i’m taking it personally on his part that you’re trying to claim he did.”

¹¹⁵⁾ “you have many strengths; all i’m saying is that parallel parking is not one of them.”

¹¹⁶⁾ “let me drive you home.”

¹¹⁷⁾ “thanks for bringing me in on this ritual of yours.”

¹¹⁸⁾ “what time do you have to be at court?”

¹¹⁹⁾ “do you, uh- do you maybe wanna get dinner, sometime? like, with me?”

¹²⁰⁾ “i’m- *achoo* a-allergic to one kind of- *achoo* of flowers in the whole world, and you- *cough* really m-manage to pick them out for me?”

¹²¹⁾ “table for three, please.”

¹²²⁾ “you’re getting so grey. i’m kind of liking it.”

¹²³⁾ “of course i noticed.”

¹²⁴⁾ “hey, quit forcing yourself to talk before you lose your voice altogether.”

¹²⁵⁾ “please, please wake up.”

¹²⁶⁾ “was anything you said true?”

¹²⁷⁾ “get in the fucking car!”

¹²⁸⁾ “where’d you get that?”

¹²⁹⁾ “you put me through so much, and still all i can think about is how i’d do it all again if you asked me to.”

¹³⁰⁾ “i’ll stay while you sleep. nothing’s gonna happen while i’m here, okay?”

¹³¹⁾ “you said you wanted to talk it out but all you’re doing is shouting at me!”

¹³²⁾ “we broke up a few days ago. i guess i was too embarrassed to tell you after you warned me about them.”

¹³³⁾ “family don’t pull this kind of shit on each other.”

¹³⁴⁾ “i phoned in sick. i’m yours for the day, if you’ll have me.”

¹³⁵⁾ “i’ll make the reservation, you just worry about turning up looking half as good as you do right now.”

¹³⁶⁾ “that’s still how you take your tea, isn’t it?”

¹³⁷⁾ “stop throwing those damn paper planes at me!”

¹³⁸⁾ “i’m so c-cold.”

¹³⁹⁾ “… i can hear meowing.”

¹⁴⁰⁾ “want some?”

¹⁴¹⁾ “fuck all of them, anyway.”

¹⁴²⁾ “i could look at your tattoos all day.”

¹⁴³⁾ “ever considered sending me flowers without a keycard for a hotel room tucked inside?”

¹⁴⁴⁾ “i made coffee.”

¹⁴⁵⁾ “c’mon, sit with me a minute.”

¹⁴⁶⁾ “fuck, they’re gonna flank us- get someone on the south wall, now!”

¹⁴⁷⁾ “christ, get up.”

¹⁴⁸⁾ “put some pants on.”

¹⁴⁹⁾ “it’s over!”

¹⁵⁰⁾ “not another broken bed frame.”

¹⁵¹⁾ “that thong really brings out your eyes.”

¹⁵²⁾ “you’ve already stolen from me; don’t twist the knife by lying about it, too.”

¹⁵³⁾ “... i thought you locked the back door.”

¹⁵⁴⁾ “they were saying awful things about you. every last one of them had it coming.”

¹⁵⁵⁾ “so you had a can of monster and a pack of sour patch kids for breakfast eight hours ago, and you really don’t understand why you have a headache?”

¹⁵⁶⁾ “i think someone’s in the house.”

¹⁵⁷⁾ “walk me home?”

¹⁵⁸⁾ “this song reminds me of you.”

¹⁵⁹⁾ “can you pick up some eggs on your way home?”

¹⁶⁰⁾ “i’ve got a flat tire.”

¹⁶¹⁾ “you broke his fucking nose!”

¹⁶²⁾ “do you remember the room number?”

¹⁶³⁾ “i can’t see anything.”

¹⁶⁴⁾ “lab results are back.”

¹⁶⁵⁾ “is it really so hard to pick up the damn phone when i call?”

¹⁶⁶⁾ “don’t you dare run.”

¹⁶⁷⁾ “bulleit, please. neat.”

¹⁶⁸⁾ “will you marry me?”

¹⁶⁹⁾ “how did you get tickets?!”

¹⁷⁰⁾ “your tie’s all crooked.”

¹⁷¹⁾ “license and insurance, please.”

¹⁷²⁾ “i’ll get a nurse in to do your sutures, and then we’ll send you on your way.”

¹⁷³⁾ “you’re a dead man.”

¹⁷⁴⁾ “you’re the worst thing to ever happen to me.”

¹⁷⁵⁾ “no, this is her secretary. i can take a message, if you’d like?”

¹⁷⁶⁾ “the money’s gone.”

¹⁷⁷⁾ “yeah, but it’ll cost you.”

¹⁷⁸⁾ “we need to find that phone.”

¹⁷⁹⁾ “can i crash here tonight?”

¹⁸⁰⁾ “i, um… i saw you. online.”

¹⁸¹⁾ “what do you mean husband?!”

¹⁸²⁾ “the fire’s growing- we need to keep moving.”

¹⁸³⁾ “your lipstick’s all over me!”

¹⁸⁴⁾ “four broken ribs… fuck.”

¹⁸⁵⁾ “what happened in shanghai?”

¹⁸⁶⁾ “you and these awful horror movies!”

¹⁸⁷⁾ “next door’s cat is back. do you remember where i put the kibble?”

¹⁸⁸⁾ “glitter and faux fur. classy.”

¹⁸⁹⁾ “since when were you blonde?!”

¹⁹⁰⁾ “do i even want to know?”

¹⁹¹⁾ “we were by a river. that’s all i remember.”

¹⁹²⁾ “please, let me call you a cab.”

¹⁹³⁾ “my hands are killing me, get these damn zipties off.”

¹⁹⁴⁾ “you don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to.”

¹⁹⁵⁾ “i read your last article. you’re not half bad at this shit.”

¹⁹⁶⁾ “is now a bad time to say i’m afraid of heights.”

¹⁹⁷⁾ “- quick, hide!”

¹⁹⁸⁾ “test came back negative.”

¹⁹⁹⁾ “say, ah.”

²⁰⁰⁾ “some friends they turned out to be.”

²⁰¹⁾ “you look oddly good in sequins.”

²⁰²⁾ “now there’s a headline: murder in mittens.”

²⁰³⁾ “we need to swab your hands for gunpowder residue.”

²⁰⁴⁾ “black, three sugars.”

²⁰⁵⁾ “i need you to listen to me, okay? this cannot happen again. ever.”

²⁰⁶⁾ “we shouldn’t be here.”

²⁰⁷⁾ “if you’re going to be such a die-hard fan, could you please start picking better teams? for my sake?”

²⁰⁸⁾ “… did you make me a packed lunch?”

²⁰⁹⁾ “i got a little bit stabbed.”

²¹⁰⁾ “no, it’s too late; you’re not walking home alone.”

²¹¹⁾ “i don’t care if she’s ten, she cannot be led to believe that derek is an acceptable name for a cat!”

²¹²⁾ “they were just here.”

²¹³⁾ “oh captain, my captai- “

²¹⁴⁾ “come to my room in ten.”

²¹⁵⁾ “no part of this was in the training manual.”

²¹⁶⁾ “i think i’m gonna lie down for a bit.”

²¹⁷⁾ “i can’t come out tonight, i’ve got to re-pot my roses.”

²¹⁸⁾ “you kick like an ass in your sleep.”

²¹⁹⁾ “i think we kissed.”

²²⁰⁾ “i never want to be a burden to you.”

²²¹⁾ “there’s someone in the trees.”

²²²⁾ “where’s that smoke coming from?”

²²³⁾ “my sheets smell like you.”

²²⁴⁾ “what did sarge say?”

²²⁵⁾ “the funeral’s at ten.”

²²⁶⁾ “she’s asystolic.”

²²⁷⁾ “it’s too loud in here. i’m going to start biting people.”

²²⁸⁾ “give it back!”

²²⁹⁾ “don’t make me call the cops!”

²³⁰⁾ “we tried everything. i’m sorry.”

²³¹⁾ “another round?”

²³²⁾ “come on the carousel with me, and i’ll think about it.”

²³³⁾ “this is why we didn’t stay married.”

²³⁴⁾ “i like your hair.”

²³⁵⁾ “homicide are on the way.”

²³⁶⁾ “i just ran.”

²³⁷⁾ “want a drink?”

²³⁸⁾ “i’m scared of the things i feel for you.”

²³⁹⁾ “can you remember anything about last night?”

²⁴⁰⁾ “you left this at mine.”

²⁴¹⁾ “i made us a reservation.”

²⁴²⁾ “pass the goddamn ball!”

²⁴³⁾ “someone cut the brake lights.”

²⁴⁴⁾ “wanna come to vegas with me?”

²⁴⁵⁾ “… did you use my body wash?”

²⁴⁶⁾ “go shower, then we’ll talk.”

²⁴⁷⁾ “how dare you say something like that to me!”

²⁴⁸⁾ “there’s a letter for you.”

²⁴⁹⁾ “i need to see you. now.”

²⁵⁰⁾ “i’ll kick this fucking door open!”

²⁵¹⁾ “don’t look at me like that.”

²⁵²⁾ “i can’t do this anymore.”

²⁵³⁾ “got a light?”

²⁵⁴⁾ “i don’t care if we both get hypothermia, i’m not sharing a sleeping bag with you!”

²⁵⁵⁾ “do you hate me?”

²⁵⁶⁾ “please don’t leave.”

²⁵⁷⁾ “i’m sorry i missed dinner.”

²⁵⁸⁾ “i have a name, and it’s sure as hell not kid.”

²⁵⁹⁾ “you are a grown man, don’t pout.”

²⁶⁰⁾ “ah, look who’s awake.”

²⁶¹⁾ “if you’re after a ransom, i’m sorry to say you picked the wrong person.”

²⁶²⁾ “don’t you dare track all that sawdust in here! leave your boots at the door.”

²⁶³⁾ “if you’re not here to pay my tab, you can leave.”

²⁶⁴⁾ “you’re so warm.”

²⁶⁵⁾ “bit kinky for a monday morning, don’t you think?”

²⁶⁶⁾ “not again!”

²⁶⁷⁾ “i think i pulled something.”

²⁶⁸⁾ “kiss me.”

²⁶⁹⁾ “watcha reading?”

²⁷⁰⁾ “i ordered room service. possibly on your card.”

²⁷¹⁾ “this isn’t gonna work out.”

²⁷²⁾ “i saved you a seat.”

²⁷³⁾ “the dog got ahold of your scarf.”

²⁷⁴⁾ “i want to see my son.”

²⁷⁵⁾ “my friend’s an ass, i’m sorry.”

²⁷⁶⁾ “please, she could scare the balls off a brass monkey with a single look.”

²⁷⁷⁾ “you’re an almerciful pain the ass.”

²⁷⁸⁾ “give my compliments to the chef.”

²⁷⁹⁾ “wanna catch a movie at the weekend?”

²⁸⁰⁾ “you said i only had to stay for an hour- you got an hour and seven minutes! what more could you possibly want from me?!”

²⁸¹⁾ “i think i left my phone at the bar.”

²⁸²⁾ “... why is there a pool noodle in the hall?”

²⁸³⁾ “can you turn the lights off?”

²⁸⁴⁾ “was any of it real?”

²⁸⁵⁾ “do i want to know how you got that nickname.”

²⁸⁶⁾ “you’re like if an angel had a very severe ketamine problem.”

²⁸⁷⁾ “i think i fucked up my ankle last night.”

²⁸⁸⁾ “take the sunglasses off.”

²⁸⁹⁾ “i don’t know how i’m going to forgive you for this.”

²⁹⁰⁾ “i can’t believe i fell for this shit again.”

²⁹¹⁾ “morning, killer.”

²⁹²⁾ “who names a goldfish andrew?”

²⁹³⁾ “... i could’ve sworn you had too eyebrows last time we spoke.”

²⁹⁴⁾ “i’m scared shitless of dolls.”

²⁹⁵⁾ “how’d you get the shiner?”

²⁹⁶⁾ “here, let me help.”

²⁹⁷⁾ “look, my tomatoes are finally ripe!”

²⁹⁸⁾ “you can hold my hand, if it’d help.”

²⁹⁹⁾ “i brought you croissants. as like, um, an olive branch.”

³⁰⁰⁾ “do you trust me?”

#god i am so happy to get this out of my google docs lol #prompts #prompt list #writing prompts #writing exercise #rp meme #otp prompts #fluff prompts #dialogue prompts #soft prompts #imagine your otp #angst prompts #dialogue meme

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fushitoru · 7 months ago

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all i want for christmas is you! a gojo satoru fic

pairing ⸺ bf!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ after a well needed rest from the kids, you and your boyfriend focus on baking christmas cookies for your pta responsibilities. however, it ends up taking a naughty twist when satoru finds out the surprise you've planned out for him.

warnings ⸺ FLUFF, smut in the form of fingering and p i v sex, reader has a vagina, fem reader implied, some jealousy, but mostly crack, pta cookie baking for megumi, very domestic, not edited, “good girl,” teasing, use of pet names like “baby,” gojo is a warning in himself

a/n hbd to my husband and loml 😚😚 i hope you guys enjoy this it kind of made me realize only long fics heal my soul but this is anticipation of holidays :33

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You sometimes did not know what to do with Satoru.

When he told you to come over to make Christmas cookies that are part of his PTA commitments for Megumi, you really didn’t expect him to come out of his room with that sweater on. It’s an ugly sweater—so he’s got the holiday spirit nailed down—that has printed “BIG PACKAGE JUST FOR YOU.” Below it, a cartoon Santa stood pantsless, strategically holding a neatly wrapped gift box over his crotch.

You give him a look as he comes out to join you in the kitchen. “Please don’t tell me you wore that in front of Tsumiki and Megumi.”

He has the gall to look offended as he puts on his even stupider “Your opinion wasn’t on the recipe” apron. “Of course, what kind of father do you think I am?”

You sigh, moving to put in the last of the dry ingredients. “I saw Megumi watching Breaking Bad on his iPad last week.”

“What?” he gasps dramatically as he pauses while moving for the fridge. “I swear I downloaded Youtube Kids!”

Look, Satoru is a good dad. Foster-dad. Whatever. He’s been taking care of Megumi and Tsumiki for ages now, ever since that incident happened, and he’s been doing his best. But, unfortunately, his adult life and burdens and responsibilities cause him sometimes to be a absent father. He makes up for it—goes shopping with Tsumiki for her clothes, spends quality time with Megumi.

One thing he’d never miss, however, are those PTA meetings.

He is the PTA mom final boss. No matter what event is being held, he’s going to go all out. You don’t miss the smirk he gives to Karen everytime he brings an even bigger cookie platter for Megumi’s homeroom than she did for her son Sam’s, nor the sassy pursed lips as he donates artist-grade markers from Michael’s instead of Mia’s cheap ones from Walmart.

Yea, he is just petty like that, but it’s always the moms whose sons have gotten into fights with Megumi that he outdoes everytime. You know better than to question his peculiar form of revenge.

“I think that means he found a way to break through the parental controls. He’s definitely your kid,” you reply with a bit of mirth in your voice. Then, you quickly move to intercept Satoru’s journey to get the eggs as soon as you notice a miniscule movement of his. You were not about to let Satoru force another trip to Whole Foods with the clumsiness you’re all too familiar with in your five years of dating.

Grabbing the eggs before he can, you turn around to find him staring at you, a dazzled look on his face.

“What?” you ask, already smirking. The view of the outfit you’d worn today had been obscured by the apron when he first came in, but when you moved to get the eggs in front of him, he definitely got a view of your ass in your tiny red skirt and fuzzy, festive top.

“Why the hell are you wearing a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit?”

“I was thinking we’d watch Christmas movies and chill today after the cookies!” you exclaim, just as Satoru interrupts with, “We’re baking cookies for children, you freak.”

The room went dead silent.

Your cheerful smile dropped instantly. Meanwhile, Satoru’s face lit up like he’s just won the lottery, full of pure glee.

Both of you shout at the same time, “What?”

You slam the eggs down onto the counter with just enough force to make him flinch, narrowing your eyes at him. “Excuse me? Did you just call me a freak?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” he yelped, backpedaling so fast you were surprised he didn’t trip over his own feet. “It’s just—” He gestured wildly at you. “—that outfit is… is…”

“Is what?” you demand, crossing your arms and daring him to dig himself deeper.

“Babe,” he starts to whine, apologetic like a wet dog and padding his way back over to you while pulling you in for a back hug. “It’s hot, okay? Don’t get me wrong, it’s driving me crazy. I’m trying to focus on cookies, and you’re over here looking like every Christmas fantasy I didn’t know I had.”

“Get off me,” you grumble, shooting him a glare as you try to shake him off. “You are not touching these cookies. Sit on the couch.”

He yelps as you slap his hand. “Babe, but I’ll just be reinforcing the patriarchy if I let you stay and do all the work in the kitchen.” Then, he moves closer to your ear like the chronically online loser he is and whispers, “6’ 3’’ btw.”

“Go away!” you shriek, waving him off. This process would indeed be two times faster if Satoru was on his couch. There wasn’t any rush, but you’d really appreciate getting to the dicking-down part of tonight after much appreciated privacy from the kids for the first time in forever. You take a mental note to thank Yuji’s grandpa and Nobara’s grandmother with extra cookies for the sleepover as you shoo your boyfriend to the couch.

You get back to work on the wet ingredients by cracking the eggs, but not before you hear a “I’ll be reflecting on the systematic oppression women face in the workforce.”

Pulling off the oven mitts on your hands, you wash your hand but not without sneaking a peek over the kitchen counter. You were locked in on the cookies, paying no mind to Satoru’s existential bemoaning, and now that you’re done, you can’t wait for the fun part of tonight.

After waiting a few minutes and checking and rechecking the cookies to make sure they’re done, you set them aside to cool and make sure to turn off the oven. Tonight, you were determined to get that big fucking package Santa owed you, and your boyfriend was going to be the one to deliver it.

As you walk out, you know the strat you’re going to use: innocently suggest a Christmas movie to watch, snuggle close to him, and he’ll fall into the trap you set for him like a bear towards honey. You know your boyfriend all too well, and today, you were feeling coy.

He’s stretched out on the couch, scrolling on his phone, his posture as awful as ever. But the second he hears your footsteps, his head snaps up. His eyes immediately dart to the movement of your bare legs, lingering on the tiny red skirt you’re still wearing, before slowly traveling back up to your chest. Wow. He really wasn’t making this difficult.

You plop down next to him while grabbing the remote, pulling up Netflix. “What movie should we watch today?”

He blinks, clearly distracted. “We’re watching a movie?”

The Princess Switch catches in the side of your eye as you scroll through the options. Without looking at him, you answer, “Yes? What else were we going to do?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he drawls, his voice already dipping into that teasing tone you know so well. “Maybe something that doesn’t involve Vanessa Hudgens playing herself two times.”

You roll your eyes, nudging his shoulder with your own. “Don’t knock it till you try it, Mr. Holiday Spirit.”

His gaze doesn’t leave you, though, and when you finally glance at him, his expression has shifted. He’s not teasing anymore. His eyes are a little darker, his lips twitching like he’s holding back a grin. “What?” you ask, already smirking.

“Nothing,” he says, his voice lower now. “Just... you look really good in that outfit.”

Your cheeks heat, but you play it off with a laugh. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Satoru.”

“Won’t it?” he murmurs, leaning a little closer, his hand brushing against your knee. The heat of his palm lingers even after he pulls it away, and you feel your heart skip a beat.

You’re about to respond—something witty, something to keep the banter going—but then his hand moves again, this time resting firmly on your thigh. “You’re really going to make me sit through a Christmas movie when you look like that?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.

Your breath hitches, and you can’t help the way your body reacts, leaning just a fraction closer to him. “What would you rather do?” you challenge, your voice softer now.

His gaze dips to your lips, and that’s all the invitation he needs. In a second, he’s closing the distance, his mouth pressing against yours in a kiss that’s anything but sweet. It’s hungry and demanding, like he’s been waiting for this all day, and when his hand slides higher up your thigh, you realize you’ve completely forgotten about the movie and the preview playing. Satoru, clearly a little annoyed judging by the pout on his face, moves to close the preview featuring Vanessa Hudgens’ obnoxious British accent and then the room is silent except for the wet sounds of your sloppy kissing.

When you’ve both made out for a while—now with you on his lap—you both pull back with fastened breaths, looking at each other’s glistening lips. Finally, from Satoru comes out a, “That. I wanted to do that.”

Maybe it’s the attention whore in you always looking to rile up Satoru and get his affection, but you couldn’t refrain from blurting out a “Are you sure you wanted to do this with me, or would Linda have sufficed?”

At the scrunch of Satoru’s nose, his face practically spells out a Who the fuck is Linda? “You know, the one that gets really friendly with you when I’m going to the bathroom at those PTA meetings.”

Satoru sometimes did not know what to do with you.

Here he is, trying to make out with you when you’re looking like that, makeup done perfectly and looking beautiful as always. He hasn’t gotten laid with you in a hot minute, and here you are, picking at him. He has no fucking clue who Linda is, but what he does know is that you’re really cute when you get jealous. “Yeah?” he teases, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek. His grin is maddeningly smug, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “Linda sounds nice. Should I call her up?”

Your jaw drops, but the sharp retort forming in your head is lost when his hand slides from your cheek to your neck, his thumb brushing lightly along your jawline. He leans closer, his breath warm against your skin. “You know,” he continues, his voice a low murmur, “if you’re jealous, you could just say so.”

“I’m not jealous,” you shoot back, your voice unconvincing even to yourself. You shift under his gaze, trying to keep up the façade, but it’s hard when his lips hover so close to yours.

Satoru’s grin widens. “No? Then why are you bringing up some imaginary PTA Linda when I’m clearly only interested in you?” His lips press against the corner of your mouth, a slow, deliberate kiss that makes your breath catch.

“You’re clearly only interested in being annoying,” you quip, but the words lack their usual bite as his hand slips lower, trailing down your side until it rests on your bare thigh. His touch is firm, possessive, and it sends a shiver through you.

“Annoying?” he echoes, his tone mock-offended. “That’s a big word for someone who just ruined a perfectly good makeout session to talk about Linda.”

You glare at him, but the effect is ruined when his thumb begins tracing lazy circles on your thigh. “I didn’t ruin anything,” you argue weakly.

“Didn’t you?” He dips his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below your ear. “Because now, instead of kissing you like I want to, I’m stuck reassuring you that Linda doesn’t stand a chance against my very sexy, very jealous girlfriend.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, but it turns into a soft gasp as his teeth graze your skin, his tongue soothing the faint sting. “You’re insufferable,” you mutter, but your hands betray you, tangling in his hair and tugging him closer.

“Mm, but you like it,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck. His free hand slides higher, skimming under the hem of your skirt, his fingers teasing against the soft skin of your hip. “Admit it.”

“Shut up,” you manage, though your voice is breathless now. He’s too close, his scent overwhelming, his touch setting your nerves on fire. When his hand tightens on your thigh and he pulls you closer, you give in, letting him capture your lips in a kiss that’s all desperation.

Linda, whoever she may be, is long forgotten as Satoru kisses you like he’s trying to make up for every second you’ve spent apart. His hands roam, his touch firm and confident, and when he pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips, “You’re all I want,” you believe him completely.

A breathless “Satoru” leaves your lips as he gently–but hurriedly–lowers you down to lay on the couch while he bends over you, inching down the hem of your top to bury his head in your tits. “Oh my god,” he groaned. “I missed my girls.” He starts to leaves rough kisses, an occasional bite and suck, and then stops. Takes in a deep breath. “Wow, you smell good babe.”

You look at him, flustered. “Stop smelling my tits, oh my god.” For good measure, you grab his hair to bury his face against your breasts once more.

“No,” smooch, “it’s,” smooch, “smelling good. Like the new holiday scents from Bath and Body Works.” He then abandons your chest to kiss his way down your body, sliding your skirt down as he kisses around the edge of your panties. “I’ve missed her, too.”

Despite yourself, you moan, spreading your legs to give him full access. He takes it enthusiastically, giving you a little kiss in your middle. Then, his eyes don’t leave yours as he uses his teeth to pull your panties down, slowly and sultry. Your pussy leaks even more, and the motherfucker notices, because there’s a faint smirk on his face as he hones back in your wetness, running his fingers to spread your slick. “Wow, my girl must have been sooo pent up,” he croons, eyes not leaving your hole and the way it clenched every time he spoke. “My good girl is soo desperate.”

Without missing a beat, you sneakily reply, “Don’t call me that, that’s so corny oh my god—-“ You’re interrupted with your own gasp as he enters a finger in. When he finally curls it, hitting your g-spot dead on, you suck in your breath. You really missed this.

“Oh, really?” He giggles, clearly amused by you trying to rile him up. “If my baby doesn’t like being called a good girl then why is she clenching so hard on my—“ thrust— “fingers?”

And suddenly the feminist in you leaves as his big, thick fingers ram into you faster than ever, and you start squealing like the slut you are for your incredibly hot boyfriend who’s equally as much of a slut for you, judging based on the rock hard erection against your thigh. Take that, Linda.

You’re in a daze of pleasure, too fucked out to notice Gojo wrenching down his sweats to pull out his throbbing cock, to pump it to full mast. It’s only when he rips his finger away from your cavern that you start to whimper, clawing at his arms to continue fingering you.

And he starts cooing, giving you a small kiss on your cheek as he aligns his dick with your pussy. “I know baby, I know,” and he groans as the soft, wet heat of your pussy grips on him hard as he pushes in. It’s not long before he starts thrusting, wiping your tears while driving in even faster. “Wow, good fucking pussy.”

“Satoru,” you whine, but you don’t even know for what. You were close enough when he was fingering you, but now you’re steadily approaching your climax. But Satoru, who’s attuned to what your body needs, readjusts himself to go even deeper.

It’s when you gasp loudly that a glint lights up in his eyes. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?” He drives into that spot like a jackhammer, savoring in your little squeals and moans of his name, until finally, he feels you climax.

“Oh my god,” you says breathlessly as your orgasm takes over you, convulsing while Satoru doesn’t let up, continuing his pace until his hips become more sloppy. After a few off rhythm thrusts, he comes in you, collapsing on top of you.

He’s breathing heavily from exertion, and you run your nails on his back and hair gently. You both bask in the glow of your orgasm. Of course, that is until Satoru perks his head up. “Do you think I can eat that kid Martin’s cookie? Megumi told me he doesn’t like him and that he’s annoying—-OWWW, what was that for?”

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f1 grid (1/2) | sharing the cookie

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri (click here for part two) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : your f1 boyfriend agrees to try the viral cookie challenge with your toddler… only to be hilariously betrayed (inspo: tiktok - click for reference)

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 1792

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this tiktok trend had me dying and then lawson and hadjar did it with their reserve driver im hollering T-T - also i am so so so sorry for missing my update for friday rip... but its okay ill be back on schedule fr (also the first part will now include lando and oscar because in part two i will be adding isack hadjar and liam lawson cus they were requested to be added and i just cant say no considering they are also on the grid >.<)

ʚ・max verstappen

"come on," you said, holding up the phone. "it's just a tiktok. she gets two cookies, you act like you didn’t get any, and we see if she shares.”

max crossed his arms. "she’s two. she doesn’t even share her toys with me."

"exactly," you grinned. "that’s why it’s funny."

he sighed dramatically. "fine. but if she betrays me, i’m eating both next time."

you set up the camera. max sat cross-legged on the living room floor, your daughter bouncing excitedly in front of him. you handed her two cookies. max? none.

"papa doesn’t get one?" she asked, blinking up at him.

max pouted like he was a contestant on survivor. "nope. they only gave you cookies."

she blinked again. looked at both cookies. looked at him.

and then.

she. ate. both.

BACK TO BACK.

max’s jaw dropped. "are you serious?!"

your daughter just licked the crumbs from her fingers and smiled. "yummy!"

you couldn’t stop laughing behind the camera.

max dramatically flopped back onto the carpet like he'd just lost a world championship.

"i gave her life. and she gave me nothing."

“she’s literally two,” you laughed.

"two ruthless," he corrected.

later that night, he snuck her another cookie while she sat in his lap, still chewing like she ran the place.

“you gonna share this one?” he asked hopefully.

she nodded, broke it in half… and gave both pieces to the dog.

max gasped. “this is targeted.”

you? filming from the corner, crying laughing.

ʚ・lewis hamilton

"just act like you don’t have any,” you whispered as you handed your daughter two cookies and lewis none.

he raised an eyebrow. "she always shares with me."

"alright then, let’s put that to the test," you grinned, hitting record.

lewis sat cross-legged on the rug, smiling softly at his daughter as she waddled over with a cookie in each tiny hand. she plopped down in front of him, cradling her cookies like they were ancient treasures.

“oh wow,” lewis said, peering at her plate. “they didn’t give me any…”

she blinked. then blinked again. the gears in her brain visibly turned.

and then—she took the biggest bite possible from one cookie, stared him down, and said through a full mouth, “that sucks.”

your hand flew to your mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. lewis sat there, stunned.

“did you just—”

she held up a tiny finger. “i need both. for balance.” (balance. you nearly dropped the phone.)

lewis tried not to laugh, but it cracked out of him anyway. “wow. that’s cold, little miss.”

“like you when i take your hoodie,” you chimed in from behind the camera.

“she’s my daughter alright,” lewis muttered, dramatically falling back into the pillows like he’d just been betrayed by his own bloodline. “i’m retiring from parenting,” lewis sighed.

ʚ・george russell

george was suspicious from the moment you handed him zero cookies.

“it’s a tiktok trend,” you whispered. “just pretend it’s normal. let’s see what he does.”

your son plopped down next to george, cradling his two little cookies like they were made of gold. he blinked at his dad. george gave him a soft smile and the most tragic sigh you’d ever heard.

“wow. i didn’t get one,” george said, all british melancholy. “guess i’ll just sit here… cookieless.”

his son looked at him.

then looked at the cookies.

then looked back at him.

and took a very slow bite, still holding eye contact.

george blinked. “right. okay. that’s… noted.”

he cleared his throat, visibly trying to stay composed. “are you sure you don’t want to share one with your dear father? the man who changes your nappies?”

another bite.

then your son tilted his head and said, “you can have one… if you say please.”

george’s jaw dropped. “are you—? i taught you that word!”

you had to cover your mouth to keep from snorting. george held his hand out, now looking genuinely betrayed.

“please,” he said slowly, dramatically. “may i have one cookie?”

your son stared at the remaining half of his cookie… and shoved it in his own mouth. then nodded. “you said please!”

george looked directly at the camera like he was on the office. “this is a test. i’m being tested.”

five minutes later, george was spotted making a second batch of cookies with your son sitting proudly on the counter beside him.

“because we believe in manners and equality in this household,” he muttered, flour on his shirt.

ʚ・carlos sainz

carlos sat on the rug as your daughter waddled in with two chocolate chip cookies and the world’s biggest smile. her curls bounced with every step, and carlos was already melting before the challenge even began.

“hola, princesa,” he cooed, arms out.

she plopped down next to him and immediately held both cookies to her chest.

“oh, you got two?” he asked, pretending to pout. “they didn’t give any to papa.”

your daughter paused.

she stared at the cookies.

then stared at him.

then without a single ounce of hesitation, she picked up the bigger cookie and gently placed it in carlos’ hand.

“here, papa,” she said sweetly. “you can have mine.”

carlos blinked. like, literally stunned into silence.

“you’re giving me this one?” he asked, glancing down at the cookie like it was made of diamonds. “but it’s the bigger one.”

she just nodded and leaned into his chest with the other cookie in her hand. “because i love you big.”

you gasped behind the camera.

carlos’s entire soul left his body. “ay dios mío. you’re going to make me cry on tiktok.”

he immediately scooped her into his lap and kissed her cheek a thousand times while she giggled into her cookie.

“te amo, mi corazón,” he whispered. “you’re the best part of my life.”

then he looked at the camera and pointed. “you owe her a bakery.”

ʚ・charles leclerc

charles was already sitting on the rug, legs crossed, smiling like he had no idea what was coming. (he did. you prepped him. but he was ready to be dramatic.)

when she walked over and sat down with her cookies, he gasped.

“they gave you two?!” he said, eyes wide. “and none for me?” he held his hands up like he was being robbed. “nothing? pas un seul?”

your daughter blinked, looked down at her plate… then back up at him. then she frowned.

“…that’s not fair,” she whispered, clearly distressed.

you could almost hear the little gears turning in her brain. she looked between the cookies like she was about to do intense mathematical calculations.

charles tilted his head, still acting sad. “it’s okay. you don’t have to share. i’ll just… starve.”

“papa,” she gasped. “no starving!” then — and this was the most leclerc moment — she picked up one cookie and broke it perfectly in half like it was a fine art.

she handed him one full cookie… and then added half of the other one.

“there,” she said seriously. “now you have un et demi.”

charles looked at the cookie halves in his hands like he’d just been gifted the crown jewels.

“you gave me more than one?” he asked, visibly moved. “are you sure?”

she nodded proudly. “because i’m smart.”

you nearly dropped the phone from trying not to wheeze.

charles pulled her into his lap and kissed the top of her head, murmuring, “you are so smart, mon amour. and kind. i will never forget this act of generosity.”

she grinned. “you owe me a cookie later.”

charles blinked. “…fair.”

ʚ・lando norris

“this is going to be so easy,” lando whispered as you handed his child two cookies and him none.

you raised a brow. “confident.”

he flashed you a grin. “they’re obsessed with me. i’m definitely getting one.”

you pressed record.

lando sat down on the floor, stretching his legs out, watching as your toddler toddled over like they were on a very serious cookie delivery mission. two chocolate chip cookies, one in each fist. determined eyes. crumbs already forming and not a bite had been taken.

“those look so good,” lando said, dramatically clutching his chest. “but… they didn’t give me any. that’s a bit sad, huh?”

your child blinked at him. looked at the cookies. then back at him.

then smiled.

“oh, dada,” they said sweetly, holding up one cookie… only to immediately lick it and take the tiniest nibble ever.

lando stared. “did you just—?”

they held out the now-slightly-soggy cookie. “you can have this one.” big proud grin.

lando, who would’ve accepted literal dirt from this kid, took it with wide eyes. “wow… thank you… so much.”

then, as he brought it to his mouth, they shrieked:

“WAIT! NOT THAT ONE! THAT WAS MINE!”

they snatched it back. both cookies now secured.

lando looked into the camera like he was betrayed by his own flesh and blood. “what just happened to me?”

you nearly dropped the phone from laughing. “you got hustled by a toddler.”

“she literally baited me,” he muttered. “i respect it.”

later, he brought out a secret third cookie from the kitchen.

your toddler gasped. “dada! where’d you get that?!”

he winked. “the real cookie challenge is knowing where we hide the backups.”

ʚ・oscar piastri

“i really don’t think they’ll give me one,” oscar whispered as you handed your toddler two cookies and him none.

you raised an eyebrow. “why?”

he shrugged. “they like sharing with you more. they say i’m too quiet.”

you stifled a laugh and hit record.

oscar sat down on the rug, legs folded neatly, as your toddler waddled over proudly — one cookie in each chubby hand, already taking careful little bites out of the edges.

“oh,” oscar said softly. “they gave you two cookies?”

his kid blinked, wide-eyed. “yeah!”

oscar smiled. “wow. i didn’t get any…”

there was a beat of silence. your toddler looked at their cookies. then at oscar.

then back at the cookies.

then very slowly, they scooted closer, placed one cookie in his lap… and gently patted his knee.

“you can have this one. because i love you and i don’t want you to feel sad.”

oscar literally froze. like system shut down. the only movement was the slow widening of his eyes.

“wait,” he whispered, “are you trying to make me cry?”

your toddler beamed. “don’t cry! eat!”

you had to hide behind the kitchen counter to keep from audibly sobbing.

oscar looked straight at the camera, voice half-choked. “i wasn’t emotionally prepared for this challenge.”

he reached over, pulled them gently into his lap, and kissed the top of their head. “you’re too good for this world.”

later, you found the uneaten cookie in the fridge with a note (scribbled by oscar) taped to it:

“for my favourite teammate.”

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