and the kiddos all grown up

listen to me, all the grown up batkids are dating people who either have experience with kids (little siblings, kids, etc) or common sense right. And Damian hates it. It’s like he’s being double patronized and babied. They all call him kiddo, try to set “playdates” with other kids (“Harper your kid is five, and clone, I already know Jon you complete imbecile”), they snitch on his siblings if they see him pulling Stunts™ etc.

And then there’s Kyle.

Dick, walking into the batcave: hey Kyle, thanks for helping train Dami while I wa-DAMIAN WHAT THE HELL DID WE SAY ABOUT SWORDS WHAT ARE YOU DOING-

Damian: Rayner is making himself useful and projecting some dinosaurs and ninjas to assist me with my sword training

Dick, turning to Kyle: KYLE IS DOING WHAT?





Damian: to be fair with Rayner, Todd and I train with swords all the time,


That Little Girl

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (]platonic)

Request: anonymous: Could you write something where Rumlow had a daughter that they had the winter soldier protect and they gave her certain trigger words that disable the soldier mode incase he lost control? Since he’s dead now and she’s still a minor she runs away to find the avengers and gets the trigger words to them to help Bucky. He remembers her and how as a child she would sneak him snacks and how kind she was to him. The team ends up keeping her since she’s a kid with no place to go.

A/N: I find this fic really cute, the idea was great so the story turned out great. Thank you anaon! I am too tired to write ANYTHING anymore, so I’ll just stop. I didn’t wanna use google translate so I sneaked in some hindi in this fic. Please overlook any mistake I couldn’t edit that much. Hope you like it!

Warnings: mentions of being captive, being sedated, cells.

Word Count: 1696

Originally posted by coporolight

It was a usual day for him, for the winter soldier. After being stitched back together and being given the necessary to keep him just alive, he was thrown in his cell again. he didn’t struggle, struggling just made it worse. Struggling was of no use.

He looked up the window from where the moonlight or the sunlight would seep through sometimes, clinking his metal fingers against the bars so the biting silence which waited with its jaws open wouldn’t hurt so much. He was looking down, drumming his fingers when he couldn’t feel the light on his eyes. He looked up and found a child looking curiously at him. why wasn’t she scared?

‘are you the winter soldier?’ she tilted her head and looked at him with her curious (y/e/c) eyes. He was too tired to function, and he wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone, he kept mum and gave her a glare. ‘you have very pretty eyes’ she sat down cross legged and smiled at him. this was new.

‘go away.’ Was all he said.

‘it’s hot, are you hot?’ she asked unaffected by tone which was used with her. boy was he, they never gave him cold water, and the suit didn’t help either. ‘here, I got you an ice cream cone.’ She offered him the bright wrapper treat. He was always on a strict diet, he really wanted to take it, some voice inside him said he had really liked such sweet treats.

‘I can’t.’ He said almost grimly and looked down. ‘go away, or they will hurt me.’ he muttered and then looked at her. ‘you too, maybe.’

‘they won’t, please take it. you will fell nice and cool-‘she heard footsteps and quickly handed it to him. ‘sit in’ she pointed. ‘that corner, they won’t be able to see you there’ she said. ‘bye, wintey!’ she chirped and ran away.

It was an alien experience for him, he wasn’t used to such….. warmth. He hesitated a little but picked the cone up and unwrapped it. And that’s how the winter soldier had an ice-cream for the first time in decades.

Her visits became more frequent, and he wasn’t complaining. She was sweet, she would talk to him, crack weird jokes, bring him snacks, braid his hair, tell him stories, give him drawings of herself and him. it was all nice, he was feeling again. affection does that.

She came back and he eagerly walked to the window, almost forgetting his broken rib. But it didn’t matter, she was here, what was her name..? he didn’t care. He went there and received a little kiss on his cheek, it was the first time she had done that. She fixed her hairband and ran a hand through her (y/h/c) hair.

‘you look very happy, ___’ he looked at her.

‘yeah-‘before she could finish she was picked up by someone. It was Rumlow, he recognized him at once.

‘you slimy, sick, bastard, how dare you even talk to my daughter!’ he growled. Bucky’s ‘handlers’ busted in the room. everything happened so quick, he just couldn’t wrap his head around it all. She was being taken away from him, he struggled, he couldn’t let the little happiness he had left go away. He punched, he kicked but soon; he couldn’t. he was sedated.

  ‘he’s a bad man, sweetie.’ Rumlow started to walk away and rubbed her back soothingly. Her eyes were fixed on bucky’s and his on her. ‘wintey’ she mouthed with a hint of tears in her eyes. With the last of his strength, he shouted, he called out her name.

‘(Y/N)!!’ bucky shouted and sat up in his bed. he wiped the sweat and realized it was a dream, a repressed memory that found its way back to him. the memory of her, of (y/n), sweet, little, kind (y/n).

You were here, standing in front of the avengers’ base. you wanted to go, you wanted to help him, you wanted to expiate for what your father had done. But you couldn’t find the strength. After a lot of chaos, you made you way to the gates.

‘for him.’ you thought. ‘you were stopped by the guard. ‘I-I am Brock Rumlow’s daughter’ you said with great difficulty and the guard’s eyes gre wide. ‘I am here to help.’ You said and he was quick to make a call.

A call had set everything in a quick motion. What was it? bucky thought. A new mission? A new problem? Nobody would explain him. just pass away after giving him a soft expression.

You were standing in front on earth’s mightiest heroes, while they studied you. you hadn’t felt this conscious in your rugged clothes before.

‘I didn’t know he had a daughter.’ Clint broke the silence as he breathed.

‘he kept it off records, he knew the system quite well.’ Natasha said.

‘kid, we won’t hurt you, but before you tell us more about those codes you talked about, can you tell us how you got here?’ tony asked as he stepped forwards and looked at you. you too a deep breath and nodded.

‘i-I ran away. Dad was the only family member I had. With him gone… I couldn’t take it so I ran away. I don’t know how or what to feel about him. I just want to help,’ you looked up at them. ‘expiate for what my father did.’

‘it’s very brave of you (y/n)’ bruce smiled at you. it indeed was very brave for a teenage girl like you to travel such a great distance all by yourself.

‘where is he?’ you asked. Tony nodded and called steve.

Steve grabbed bucky’s arm and gave him an assuring smile, bucky returned it but he was scared, were they going to do something to him? he shook that thought away and got ready for whatever it was.

Bucky stopped when he saw the girl standing in front of him, same (y/e/c) eyes but less curious and more tired, (y/h/c) still shiny and what they seemed like soft, the same complexion just a little darker because of all the sun you must have been in. it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be you.

‘bucky, this is (y/n).’ steve said and he didn’t care what else he had to say. It was (y/n), his little companion (y/n). the sweet little, but not so little now, (y/n).

‘(y/n)?’ he breathed and you nodded with a familiar smile. ‘(y/n)!’ he moved closer to you and sounded happy. The avengers were very confused at this sight. Bucky wasn’t one to smile, how could he grin like that on seeing the girl?

‘wintey.’ You said rather sheepishly and he scrunched his nose. ‘how are you?’ you tilted your head in the same way.

‘very happy.’ He replied. ‘me too’ you said. ‘why are you here?’ he asked.

‘to help you.’ you answered. ‘your programming, I can undo it. you were once sent to protect me. I had a code which could bring you to the ‘neutral’ state if you were to lose control.’ You explained and everyone listened carefully.

‘buck, do you wanna do it?’ steve asked. Codes. The words did something to him he couldn’t explain. He was scared but it was you, you wouldn’t hurt him, would you?

‘I do.’ bucky looked steve in the eyes and then looked at you. ‘you won’t hurt me. I just know.’ He said and you nodded.

‘it’s a very powerful code and it was made in hindi. you might feel dizzy or faint.’ You said and he nodded understandingly. ‘okay.’ You smiled and took in a sharp breath. Everyone took a defensive position without looking too obvious.

‘dard.’ You said and his breathing hitched. ‘dost.’ He felt something flooding back to him. ‘vardi.’ He sat down, breathing heavily and steve and others stood by him. ‘loha.’ He felt a sting. ‘insan.’ Everything around him started spinning. ‘andhera.’ There wasn’t enough oxygen. ‘aatman.’ His eyes started to close. ‘shaanti.’ His eyes closed and you stood close to him.

‘what happened?! Is he okay!?’ steve asked and everyone looked at you.

‘he is. Let him sleep. he will wake up, things will start getting better.’ You smiled at him and lightly patted his hand.

17 hours. It took him 17 hours to wake up. steve greeted him with a tired smile when he rose from his bed.

‘how do you feel?’ steve asked.

‘light.’ Bucky replied after thinking a little. He rubbed his face ‘what happened?’

‘when (y/n) said the last word-‘

‘where’s she?’ he asked as the memory came back to him.

‘oh, here for now, sleeping on the floor in the living room.’ he replied and scoffed. ‘weirdly cute kid, said everything else was-‘

‘too soft.’ He interrupted and steve nodded. he quickly made his way to find you. upon reaching the common room he found you peacefully curled up on the floor with your old backpack. He ran to your side and sat down next to you. god, you had grown so much.

Your eyes shot open and you sat up to face him. your father had trained you well.

‘oh, it’s you.’ you rubbed your eyes.

‘yeah, it’s wintey.’he grinned and you chuckled.

‘I was a kid.’ You muttered.

‘you kinda still are.’ He shrugged.

‘not really,’ you stood up and he followed. ‘I have to be all grown up now.’ You gave him a tight smile and hung your bag. ‘bye, I gotta go, was just waiting to see if you are okay. I hope you have a great life-‘

‘nuh-uh. You are not leaving me again. you’re not going anywhere.’ He pointed. ‘but-‘

‘you can stay here, kiddo.’ Steve was leaning against the door frame. ‘we got plenty of rooms.’

‘thank you. but i-‘ you couldn’t speak anymore for bucky had pulled you in a tight embrace. When was the last time you got a hug?

‘nope, not going anywhere.’ He mumbled in your hair.

‘thanks.’ Your muffled voice came out. He pulled away and had a grateful look. ‘thank you,’ he kept a hand on your cheek. ‘for everything you did.’ he ruffled your hair.

Sometimes Forgiving Is Hard

(contains spoilers from Thomas’s new video’s including Morality’s new name. I know some people haven’t watched it yet for various reasons *cough* one reason was closed captions*cough**cough* so I’m just going to leave this warning here.)

@killerfangirl3 @starrykid @nebulastep @prinxietyhell @dan-yuna @analogically-prinxiety @obviouslyelementary @lekawaiimelon @whatevermate1234 (i cant remember everyone i was supost to tag i apologize)

Tw: Morality angst, bullying, doubt

Patton was frowning. He had managed to keep a smile on his face, most of the time, but… he still felt torn inside.


“Morality! YOU are the issue here!” Logan said. He knew how bad Logan was at  expressing emotions so he just assumed that he was just saying something and meaning another thing. Besides, he was his best friend, he couldn’t possibly be being mean.

“Aww, Logan, I love this teasing lil back-and-forth we have here!” Morality said, not understanding it completely.

“No. I’m serious. And I always have been. And forever will be.” Logan snapped.


He closed his eyes. Logan had said nice things at the end, he was fine.


“YOU are holding Thomas back” Prince said.


He winced and took a sharp breath in. During the video, Roman had praised him for thinking of giving the others their rooms.


“His heart’s just not in the right place.” Anxiety said.


Patton bit his lips. Anxiety was just trying to lead him back to where he should be, and that was taking care of Thomas.

“I am always a proponent of following one’s heart… but, if it is not helping on the quest to fulfill one’s longing then what is the gosh darn ding dang point?” Prince glanced over at Patton as he spoke.

Patton let out a sob as he remembered the pain he felt when Prince looking at him.

“B-But, kiddo–” Morality was interrupted,
“That’s just it! I’m not a ‘kiddo’ anymore!” Thomas snapped.

Morality whimpered. ‘Thomas was just tired of being referred to a kid. He just wanted to be seen as a grown up.’

“We need actual contributions from you every now and then” Prince said.

Morality clenched tighter to his bed, trying to hold back sobs (and failed.)

“You stand there making your… puns… and are just… needlessly silly. All the time. Logic said.

Why did this hurt?


"Perhaps it’s best you just stick to knowing the difference between right and wrong and leaving the rest to us.” Prince.

He sobbed, letting the words rush around his head. They all apologized, he shouldn’t be feeling this way. He let it happen anyways, it felt so good to get it out.

He hated it.

‘But it’s good to let emotions out! Healthy even!’ he told himself

‘Yeah, but you shouldn’t be feeling this way at all. What they said stung. and why did it sting? becase they don’t care. They should be fixing it and making things better.’ another part of him said.

‘But they are already trying to make it better! They caught their mistake and now they’re trying to fix it!’ he tried to reassure himself.

‘Not really. They’re not here now are they?’ Morlaity felt a sharp pain as he inhaled. That thought hurt.

But… but they were his friends how could they do that to him?

‘They’re human, they all make mistakes.’

But why did it hurt so much?

Morality sobbed clinging to the bed. His thoughts confusing him. Why couldn’t he just forget about it. He’s probably said a few hurtful things to the others once or twice and they forgave him.

“Patton?” he could hear a voice. He tried holding back a sob.

“Y-y-yeah.” He cursed himself for not keeping a straight voice.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he still couldn’t recognize the voice.

“I-I don’t kn-ow” Patton let out a sob. Why couldn’t he just forgive them? They probably felt guilty enough, he didn’t have to make it worse. He hated himself for not moving on.

He felt a dubious arm around him. Morality wanted contact so bad so he turned towards the owners chest and grabbed their jacket, sobbing.

“I’m here,” they said. It sounded awkward, but he could tell they meant it.

Patton kept sobbing letting his emotions have control. He felt their arms hesitantly move up and down his back as if it was foreign to him. Patton kept crying, as the owner got more comfortable hugging him. A little while after Patton calmed down he was surprised to hear  Anxiety speaking to him;

“Do you want a patt-on the back?” he asked. Patton giggled.

“Th-a-t was funny” Patton sniffled.

“Yeah, you used it on me once, except you literally jumped on me.” Anxiety answered.

“Yeah, I’m-I’m sorry about that.” Paton said, feeling guilty about that day.

“It’s alright, it could have been worse.” Anxiety hugged Patton closer.

They stayed quiet for a minute. Patton enjoyed the silence, sniffling once in awhile.

“Do-” Anxiety hesitated before continuing, “do you want to talk about it?”

Patton thought about it for a minute. It was a good idea to talk about his feelings.

“I just-i hate myself for feeling bad about the things you guys said, you already apologized, but I can’t seem to get over it.”

“Hey, take it easy on yourself. I’ve been holding onto what people say for years and I’m still not over it. Its barely been a day for you.” Anxiety said.

“Y-yeah, but-” He hiccupped, “but I’m-I’m the heart, I’m sup-post to forgive people easily.”

“You can still take your time. You have feelings after all. Sometimes it’s good to take your time. It lets others know that what they did wasn’t okay.” Anxiety answered. Patton sniffled, but smiled.

“When-when did you grow up to be so-so smart?” Patton asked.

“Since i was born.” Anxiety answered. Patton laughed.

“If you say so k-kido.” Patton smiled and looked up at Anxiety.

“Thanks for-for being here.” Patton said. Anxiety shrugged and continued rubbing Patton’s back. Patton sniffled for a while and leaned closer to Anxiety.

“Would you like to play with some goo?” Anxiety offered after a while. Morality lit up and nodded.
“I have some in my room- or do you want to stay in here?” Anxiety sounded a little hesitant.

“Can we stay in here?” Patton was nervous, he didn’t want to ruin the moment with Anxiety.
“It’s fine, but if you dare tell anyone i did this i will not be held accountable for the things i do.” Anxiety snarled.

“Aw you tease!” Patton answered before getting up to find his Goo, and Anxiety’s grey sand. He found them in his desk and brought it over to the little table he had set up in his room. He beckoned Anxiety over pointed at the sand he had brought and opened the can of his goo. Anxiety sighed but walked up to the table and sat text to him, rolling his eyes when Morality showing Anxiety his colorful goo, Morality pulled the goo and squeezed it together, smiling at the sticky feeling.

Anxiety rolled his eyes a few times, but he seemed to be enjoying his sand.

They didn’t do much talking, but they did enjoy each other’s presence.

Tiny Side Adventures: Morning

Inspired by this post. Also, check out this version of events by tinysidestrashcaptain.  Sincerest thanks to romananalogicality for the idea, it’s a lot of fun, even if it did grow beyond what I thought it would be.

Pairings: None

Genres: Tiny Sides, Fluff, Adventure, Parenting(ish)

Warnings: None that I can think of

Word Count: 603

Author’s Note: …and we’re back with another installment of Tiny Side Adventures!  Sorry for the wait.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5

The first thing Roman noticed as he began to surface from dreamland to consciousness was daylight warming his face. Must be morning then. The next thing he noticed was that he couldn’t move. That wasn’t so bad, he was pretty comfortable and still tired.  What woke him up fully was the shifting of weight on top of him and a hard edge digging into his stomach.

Roman’s eyes popped open to find Virgil staring at him, only different Virgil. “Verge, did you…age?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Good on ya Sherlock. Yeah, must have happened while I was asleep.” On ‘asleep’, the newly teenaged side’s voice cracked and Virgil quickly covered his mouth.

Well, it was an improvement anyway.  Now at least Thomas might be less scared of the monster under his bed and he had one less young child to look after.  Then again, Anxiety was now a teenager.  If he remembered correctly, this meant Virgil would be far angstier and less communicative.

Virgil seemed to realize where he was and quickly scrambled off of Roman and headed to the kitchen, probably to pour himself a bowl of cereal. It only took a moment for Roman to get up as well and check out the bed where Patton and Logan were still sleeping.  Patton looked a little bit bigger, maybe he’d aged a few months?  No, Roman realized he hadn’t actually grown at all, it was a trick of the light and how the blanket over little Patton had folded around him.  That was a little disappointing, but not unexpected. Logan, on the other hand, had definitely aged a couple years. He looked to be about six or seven now, Roman would have a better idea once he was awake and talking.

Deciding to let them sleep for now, Roman went into the kitchen and found Virgil pawing through the fridge.

“Verge, are you okay on your own for a minute? The others are still asleep and I want to check on Thomas really quick.”

“Yeah, whatever, that’s supposed to be my job,” Virgil replied, still with his head in the fridge.

“You’re still too young for a full-time employment,” Roman said. “Be back soon,” and Roman sunk through the kitchen floor, rising up into Thomas’s room.  

Their host was sleeping soundly, but a loudly sung “Good Morning!” changed that quickly. Thomas startled, but calmed when he saw his creative side.

“Roman, really could have used some more sleep, bud.”

“Sorry, Virgil and Logan have grown up a bit and I was wondering if you were feeling more like yourself?” Roman asked, eying the groggy man curiously.

Thomas took a moment, then smiled. “I feel a bit better actually, suddenly terrified of any and all social situations again, so thanks for having me cancel all my plans.”

Roman allowed himself a moment to bask in that bit of praise before returning to business.

“So, are you going to be alright, cuz I need to get back to the kiddos?” Roman said, starting to sink out.

“Wait!  How much older are they?  Why didn’t Patton age?  Did you find a cure?  How soon am I gonna be able to get my life back? I have so many questions!” Thomas frantically clawed his way out from blankets and scooted over on the bed closer to Roman.

Roman rose back up into the room with a sigh and pressure building between his temples.  Thomas deserved to know, and surely two sleeping children and one anxious teen couldn’t get into too much trouble.  It would only take a little longer.

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anonymous asked:

What would Italy, Germany, Japan, Spain, and France be like raising a child? On their own, not together

(Two extra points added to Germany and Spain)


  • They will be raised off Italian food, no way around. Gluten free? Cool! Gluten free pasta it is,  Vegetarian? Vegan Lasagna it is! Don’t like Italian food? …I think you need more Italian food.
  • He is a very submissive parent. He does not have the best control over his children and their actions, they could murder someone and he’ll just pat their head and get back to painting.
  • Really tries to get his children into the arts. If they show any signs of enjoying art he’ll be super happy! They will have full access to all of his art supplies and whatever they want!
  • His children will be dragged around to alot of the time. He will take them to as many places as possible whilst they’re young, so that when they’re older they can go back to their favorite places.
  • As a parent his main goal is to be best friends with his children. He wants them to be able to be open with him, he’d absolutely hat to see his child upsetti (so he’ll make some spaghetti!) 
  • He loves to show his child off! He’ll constantly take them around to the other nations and talk about them. His kiddo will have to tug at his arm if they want to go home.
  • Ready for Captain Obvious? His child will likely raised to be catholic. Every Sunday he will ask them to put their best clothes on to head to church. He will accept if they chose another religion though! 
  • They will master the art of flirting by age one. They’re taught from one of the best after all~ although getting a call from the nursery teacher telling him they are in three relationships is not uncommon.
  • Adores teaching his children, he may not be the best at teaching them but he tries! The topics he can help them out with the most is History and the arts (Drama, art, music, etc.)
  • He tries his best, he truly does. Sometimes he doubts that he’s a good papa but he know that if he can make his children smile then he’s doing something right.

Dad rating: Don’t-a be upsetti papa made spagetti!


  • He will take his children to football matches rather often, if they like football of course. If not he’ll take them to any sports/performance they want. Free time is important after all.
  • A sucker for the puppy eyes, if his children ever find out his weakness he is done for. If he is telling them off for whatever reason and they use puppy eyes he’ll stop and walk away. (point one for team kiddos)


  • If someone was to go through his search history “How to be a good dad” will appear more than once. He wants to be the best father he can be and has studies the many “types” of dad.
  • He will often have his friends and family over to study them. He wants to see how different people interact with his child in order to find the perfect way to raise his child!
  • The house will always be clean. He believe that a clean environment can help focus and relaxation. His children will have chorus but none of which will be too demanding.
  • School will be an important aspect of his children’s life. He truly wants the best for them, he will always help them with homework and with studying. No doubt that they will be a A grade with Japan as their papa!
  • Taking them on trips is very common. He thinks that allowing his children to meet the other nations and get influenced by their cultures will make them more open-minded.
  • He buys them plenty of gadgets and toys through out their lives. If his child ever wants something he will happily buy it for them, so long as it’s alright for their age.
  • Certain rooms in their house are almost always locked for their safety. He has kept many of the things from his past, most of which are rather dangerous. Unless he gives them permission they are not allow in.
  • It’s not uncommon for him to text them when they want them, so prefers not to yell so giving his child a quick text to come down stairs is pretty common.
  • Emotions and him are not exactly friends. If for whatever reason his child cries or shows any strong emotion he will mentally scream. The old pat on the back and awkward dad hug is the best he can do sorry.
  • He will teach them self defense himself, he wants them to be able to defend themselves when he isn’t there. If he is there and someone hurts them…Oh lordy 

Dad rating: Do your homework before dinner!


  • He loves to cook with them, especially baking. Whenever he get the chance he’ll open up the cooking cupboard and call them down to make some churros with him!
  • As much as he loves them he does need some chill time with his friends. Once his kiddos have gone to bed and are asleep, he’ll pull out a cold one and hang with the bros.


  • Do you mean one of the best dads ever? Him, Sweden and China are probably the best dads out of all of the characters. He loves his children and pampers the hell out of them!
  • Cooks five star meals for every meal. He wants his children to be raised on the finest of cuisines, even their packed lunches are perfect. The lunch ladies and him have a slight rivalry.
  • He will pay B I G money so that they can follow their dreams. Once they have a goal in life he will do whatever it take to make that dream come true, even if he personally dislikes it he wants them to be happy.
  • Loves to take them on trips around his place, he wants to show them the beauty of the country that they were raised by. Perhaps he will show them the battlefields he was victorious him~ 
  • He will send them to the best school in his place, even if it’s a private school it’s worth it in his eyes. If it’s a boarding school he’ll buy a home nearby so they don’t have to stay in a dorm room.
  • Always buying them the latest fashion trends, If his Kiddo wants to look their best he’ll happily buy them Channel or Dior! Looking good ain’t an issue with papa France!  (I actually had to look that up).
  • Is always encouraging his children to be open with him. He wants his children to be able to talk to him about anything without fearing getting in trouble. He will be open with them to!
  • Whenever they go on school trips he will cry, full on tears. He can’t help but cry seeing his baby all grown up. He will hug them close to his chest when the bus is about to leave. Cue the “Papa. Papa. Let go.”
  • Family photos are extremely common! He really enjoys seeing their smiling face, framed and placed on the wall. It’s proof that they are a part of loving family that cares for each other.
  • Whenever England comes over he turns into a TV dad, he turns into one of those parents that will not stop talking about how amazing his child is, he just loves them so much~

Dad rating: Papaoutai

anonymous asked:

I have a hedcanon where Gladio and his wife have many children, including three daughters and three sons. Sons-triplets, lol. How do you think, how could Glodio call each of the children, what kind of favorite games would they have and how would he devote his free time to them?


  • okay so as i was beginning to write this i had the most adorable thought for what gladio would call his children and it would 10000% be cubs/bear cubs/baby bear
    • largely to do to the fact that when gladio and his s/o are expecting ((either thru pregnancy or adoption)) gladio takes to calling his s/o mama bear/papa bear
    • it’s fucking cute as hell and makes me want to cry honestly
      • technically it’s you’re fault bc you started calling him papa bear first
        • you disagree with this it was totally him that started it first 

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A quick drawing of my fursona. Kiddo the wolf. Kiddo usually has lots of energy. He is quite flirtatious with his partner and sometimes he is a bit jealous. 

He feels all grown up even though he’s only 17 years old. 

It measures 1.72 cm in height.

 Even though he is quite friendly, he has few friends. 

He really likes to eat rabbit. <3   

anonymous asked:

How would the turtles react to their s/o having a young child from a previous relationship?

Leonardo has been very respectful and he has been by your side since you let him into your life. At first he was so careful, but now he has a strong bond with you and your child. There are moments he feels like a father to your child, but he will always follow the boundries and be respectful.

Raphael has grown pretty close to your child and will protect him/her as his own. He enjoys spending time with you and your child and there is nothing more than makes him more happy than that. He wish those moments could last forever.

Donatello is so supportive. He is also willing to do anything for you and your child, but also to protect you at all times. He has grown such a strong bond with you and your child. It has given him hope, because maybe…just maybe, he can become a real father too, give your beloved child siblings or so. 

Michelangelo is the kiddo’s bestfriend. Since day one, he has always been there to play and cheer up your child, take care of him/her and always make your kiddo laugh. He is the happiest and he would love to be a part of your family now.

lizzy-chan24  asked:

some fluff and angst!!! what about Penny has to go into his long rest and reader is very sad, so she asks him to give her a child as a prove he was real, that their love was real; like "give me a child so I can always have a part of you with me"

  • So after all the drama this boy went through, he would be pretty surprised because he figured you would just be sad for some time before forgetting about him eventually
  • But of course, he would do this for you in a heartbeat 
  • He would immediately yet gently take you over to his nest and get down to business, making sure not to go rough on you, he wants to take things slow
  • Even if you asked him to do go rough/fast, he wouldn’t do that until the very end when he feels close to impregnating you because he wants to spend as much time in that moment
  • You’d believe that the entire time he’d be silent, but surprisingly he would be whispering sweet nothings into your ear about how he loves you and the things about your future child
  • When he finally does breed you, he is going to stay with you and not want to let you go because he’s not entirely sure how much time he has left 
  • At the same time, there’s the chance that he’s going to continue pleasing you and only you because he’s wants to treat you(and partially celebrate that you’re now carrying his child)
  • When it’s finally his time to leave, he’s going to get a bit emotional with his goodbye and after giving you so many kisses and such, he’s going to kneel down to say a few things to the “baby”
  • “And kiddo, you be sure to keep away all those idiotic humans away from your mother. She belongs to us only,okay? Your father loves you very much, and he’ll see you when you’re all grown up, scaring these foolish mortals in Derry. You’re going to make me so proud.”
  • He’s going to press a gentle kiss on your slightly swelled stomach before giving you a final goodbye and kiss
  • There’s a chance that he will possibly suggest a name(s) that he really liked, and would have wanted to name the child
  • After the 27 years, he’s going to be lurking around the sewers before going out in his human form to initially search for you and he’s going to sense your presence, but he’s not going to find you but a different young adult instead
  • He’s going to be slightly confused until he realizes that they have a presence similar to his; he’s going to get a bit emotional before realizing that it’s his child all grown up
Shit The Skeledads Say

Inspired by my dear father. I love you, dad.



The Daddiest Dads of All Dads

“homework problems? i gotchu.”

“hi hungry, i’m dad.”

“late for school, kiddo? don’t worry. i know a shortcut.”

“you see, when a man and a woman love each other very much, the man sticks his peepee (consensually, of course) in the woman’s lovehole.”


Caring Dad is Caring







The (Over)Protective Dad

“yeah no. you’re not going out dressed like that.”

“yes sweetheart. the baby monitor’s absolutely necessary.”

“are you alright, doll? who needs to get their face bashed in? just say the word and they’re dead.”

“I think it’s about time i let ya have your first drink, kiddo. just don’t tell your mom/dad.”


The Overbearing Dad


“YOUR CURFEW IS 10:00 PM SHARP! NOT 10:01 OR 9:59. 10:00!!










The Man-Child Dad

“heh. don’t tell mom/dad, but i’m taking you out to eat tonight.”

“there’s no other point in life other than to live and let live, so enjoy yourself. besides, you don’t know when it’ll all get taken away from you.”

“whatever you do, just please don’t get pregnant.”

“wanna play some mario kart? you do? great. i call playing rainbow road.”



The Eccentric Dad






The Nervous Sideline Dad

“n-now now, love. we don’t say that word. only mommies and daddies can say ‘fuck’.”

“do you guys need anything? some snacks? a condom? let me know.”

“remember kiddo, netflix and chill is a euphemism for sex. trust me, i would know.”

“you’re not trash, my child. i am. so quit with the put-downs and pick up your appetite. i’m treating ya’ to muffet’s.”

Arthur’s your single dad with PTSD

You love your father. You always had and always would, but it was hard when you sometimes had to be the strong one. Your mother had died when you were four, whilst your father was going through a rough spot. He was drinking a lot and she got drunk one night with him, she fell into the cut and never came home. You didn’t remember her, it was unfortunate really, but you had a terrible memory. When she died, your father went mad, insane even. He couldn’t look after you and he scared you more than anything. As a four year old, you didn’t understand what was going on. He would be yelling and crying all the time and you couldn’t do anything.

He never got violent with you, but he got violent with random people. You would just be walking hand and hand with him down the road as you laughed and he smiled down at you. But then someone would accidentally bump into him and he would turn into a vicious animal. Your father would let go of your hand and start yelling at the person who was either apologising or (very rarely) fighting back. If it turned into a full on fight you’d go and hide somewhere, crying. Eventually, your Great Aunt Polly took you away from your father. You lived with your Aunt Ada in London with and her nine year old son, Carl.

Your father didn’t seem to understand that you needed stability from him. You loved him, but whenever you saw him, every other weekend or whatever, hello was the same as goodbye. He couldn’t take care of anyone and he didn’t want to tell you how he felt. You didn’t know what it was like for the ‘Great Arthur Shelby’ to practically lose his only child because he never talked to you. He scared you. You weren’t ashamed to say it. He was a scary man, a violent man and you didn’t want to be like him.

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Patterns to be printed on fabric and made into heated and weighted blankets for disabled kiddos (and grown ups!)

(Image description: three different illustrated patterns of assistive tech/aids. They all follow the same color scheme of peach, mustard, olive, purple, orange, blue, and red. The first pattern is pills of different shapes and colors with a white background. The second pattern is support canes of different styles and colors, including a blind support cane. Between the canes are some pills from the previous pattern. The background is a muted purple. The third pattern is hearing aids of different styles and colors, including a cochlear implant. The background is white. There is a fourth image that shows all three patterns side by side.)

Simon’s Advent Calendar: December 2nd

Synopsis: You’re so excited to see the snow but you know someone who’ll be even more excited.

Warnings: Simon/You, Simon x OC, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1584

Snow had fallen overnight leaving a perfect fluffy white blanket covering every surface inside and outside of the Sanctuary and like winters before the world had ended you couldn’t resist it. You pulled on two pairs of socks, winter boots and enough layers to keep you toasty before opening up the curtain that separated Tom’s side of the room from yours.

He was already stirring, his hair standing on end from sleep and his blankets kicked onto the floor. “Mommy?” he said, rubbing his eyes and no doubt wondering why you were so full of energy before breakfast.

“I have a surprise for you,” you whispered, rumpling his fly away hair. “Look outside the window…”

“Has Santa been?” he squealed, springing into action.

“Not Santa,” you said quickly, feeling the never ending guilt that always came when you thought about the man in red and the sort of Christmas’ you wished you could give Tom. Still, even without the promise of Christmas morning he was falling excitedly from the bed, pushing an empty milk crate to the window and standing on the tips of his toes to see outside.

“Snow!” he boomed, not wasting a second before shooting from the room and thundering down the hall like a pack of 10 small boys rather than one. With a smile you chased after him, watching as he ran outside in his over sized PJ’s and scooped up his first snowball of the year.

He held it out proudly, paying no regard to the cold that must have been seeping through his socks and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Can we build a snowman?” he called out, piling his snowball on the ground.

“Shoes first, Tommy,” you said and he looked at his feet, deciding you were right before running back inside.

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letjonsnownap  asked:

"Puppy," "kindergarten," "stripes," "coffee," and "stegosaurus"

Thank you for the prompt luv! (Send me 5 random words and I’ll try to include them all into a one shot.)

So I was going to do the whole ‘SingleDad!Jon’ thing - but this sprang to mind instead….(I really hope that you like it!)

“Come on kiddos! We’re gonna be late if we don’t go now!” Jon hollered from his place at the front door of his flat, scruffy jogging pants, a shirt with a coffee stain on it and a piece of half eaten toast hanging out of his mouth.

“Uncle Jon, I am not a ‘kiddo’, I’m almost 10 years old!” Rosie grumbled as she made it to his side, folding her arms across her chest. Jon couldn’t help but grin and ruffle her hair, messing up the terrible braid that he had attempted for her.

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anonymous asked:

I wonder how many raised eyebrows Batman gained from his allies when Robin showed up. Some of his fellow leaguers must have guessed he was somewhere in his early twenties, while Robin was 9 (cause Dick probably told them). Bruce likely didn't outright state the nature of their relationship, leaving room for interpretation. I'm sure some rumors have gone around that Batman was a teenage father.

Lmao I love this. I entertained myself for a while with the belief that Bruce was the youngest of the JLA and that while, everyone thought he was 40+ cause of how he acted he was just a babyfaced late 20s who had the attitude of a grumpt middle aged man. Idk why but that’s always been hilarious to me.

But yes, and even more amusing is all these robins and batgirls keep appearing, all grown up and ready to follow Batman’s footsteps. Obviously by the time Tim and Cass come along the JLA know who B is and that all these kiddos are adopted. But imagine Hal gets drunk and starts sobbing to himself one night because Batman has like 7 children, the oldest of which is 20, and when did he have time for this to have all these kids in between his training to become the night? He calls Barry up at 3am, still crying, asking what kind of woman would birth all these children for Batman. That’s too many kids, is she okay??? Barry, man, we gotta save her. Barry hangs up but he spends the rest of the night staring at his ceiling wondering himself how Batman has so many older kids.


Ember: It was great hanging out Lils, feel free to drop by anytime. Take my spare key! 

Lily: I can’t believe it’s been so long - like remember coming here when we were kids?? 

Ember: Of course. 

Lily: And like wow you have kiddos and I’m expecting mine - 

Ember: HOLD ON WHAT?!?!? 

Lily: Surprise!!!!! 



Hello wonderful readers, it’s been awhile, but I do believe it’s time to write another blog post. It’s been about 9 months since my first “visiting uncle Dimitri” post, and even though we’ve visited each other many times since that day, this is only going to be my 2nd post about the topic. But a lot has happened in 9 months, both have been extremely busy with College, and Caius just graduated about a month ago. But only a little over 1 week ago, my brother and his boyfriend’s lives suddenly changed. Well, long story short, they have welcomed a baby into their lives - a little boy named Maddox. He was born on June 9th, and even though they were originally told he might have to stay at the hospital for about a month, they suddenly had only ONE WEEK to get everything ready. So yeah, this is pretty much where we’ve been for the past week, helping Dimitri and Caius move into their new home, and just dropping in to see how everything is going (on Dimitri’s request, having a baby is still very new to him, and he tends to worry a little too much - if you ask me, then they’re doing absolutely wonderful). But I was also there when our sisters had their first baby, so it’s also a fun experience for me - a little weird, too, with Dimitri being the youngest of me and our siblings. We’re 9 years apart, and I can still remember when he was just a newborn, and I thought he looked like a scrawny baby bird, haha. But years have passed, and he has now grown up and become such a wonderful young man, and one can only be proud of him.

Today, it was only Aiden and I, who went to visit uncle Dimitri. Actually, only I went to have lunch and pick Aiden up, since he and the twins decided they wanted to sleep over at Dimitri and Caius’ house. Unfortunately, Em and William had both gone to school before I arrived, so I didn’t get any photos of them today. The three remaining kiddos stayed at home with Damian. But we will visit them again very soon, so you can all expect to see more photos, here in the nearest future.

Thanks to my dear brother and Caius for having Aiden and I over. It’s so wonderful to see how well little Maddy is doing, and just to know how much love and joy he has brought into these two amazing men’s lives, really warms my heart.

i can’t say the words out loud

Fridays at Pantheon High School during football season are a nightmare. Fridays at Pantheon when the games are against Legion are simply hellish. The hallways around her as Annabeth saunters to her locker are abuzz with anticipation and nervous energy. Their teams are usually evenly matched, and the night has the promise of being interesting at least.

She’s thumbing through her calculus notes and mentally preparing for her upcoming quiz when she hears the familiar screech of the locker next to her. She withholds a sigh and turns to face her friend. Will is a grinning mess of floppy hair and a giant blue HOSA sweatshirt as he shoves his school bag into his locker. She really has no idea how his locker is next to her when they’re supposed to be arranged alphabetically, but she isn’t complaining. He’s always been a steadfast friend and she’s glad to have him around. What she is not always glad for, however, is the melodrama.

“Annabeth I’m like 97% sure that I’m in love. Love, Annabeth. Love” She smiles slightly at that and leans against the wall.

“The date went well, I take it?”

“It was amazing. He’s so cute and funny and cool and nice and cute and- “ he pauses and a thoughtful look passes over his face “you should meet him. He said he was probably going to come to tonight’s game.”

“Sure, kiddo.” she reaches out with the hand that isn’t gripping her binder and ruffles his hair.

“Chase, I am one year younger than you.” he groans. She grins at that and his accompanying scowl.

“You’re adorable. I can’t believe you’re all grown up and have a boyfriend. William, I have never been so proud of you.” she coos

“My name isn’t even William!” he yelps “and speaking of boyfriends, Piper sent me a very interesting text last night about your not-so-secret admirer. I didn’t think you’d be one to fall for the enemy.” This. This is what she had been trying to avoid. She made a mental note to find a quaint closet to murder Piper in after her first class.

“I talked to a guy for a couple minutes at a store. It’s not exactly Romeo and Juliet, Will.” she said, exasperated.

“Yeah, but you like him.” he prods “how long has it been since―”

A shrill chime echoes throughout the building, signalling that it was time to get to class. Saved by the bell. Literally. She smiles at him in mock frustration and makes her way to her math classroom.

Her quiz is much more challenging than expected, but she’s pretty sure she did moderately well on it. She turns her phone back on as soon as she walks out of the classroom, and moves next to the bannister in order to read the messages she collected.

Pipes: will says we’re going to meet his guy at the game maybe annabeth’s will be there <3

Reyna: Piper’s making us do social things can we at least get food?


Leo: do we HAVE to spend time watching annoying jocks? -_-


Will: Yes we do. Kids these days smh


Annabeth quickly types out a response.


Annabeth: We should hang out at argo’s first also he’S NOT MY GUY


Leo: uh huh. very convincing

Piper: not yet ;))))))))))))))

Annabeth: Ugh. Piper…

She shoves her phone into her pocket and slips through the horde of students in order to make it to her next class on time; AP US history, which she thankfully shares with Reyna, who was probably the one person she could stomach talking to no matter the circumstance.

As soon as the school day ends, she heads over to Piper’s locker where her friends usually gather. She has one class with Reyna, two with Malcolm and Leo, and none with any of her other friends. Save lunch, she usually doesn’t see them all day.

Piper grins and calls her name as she approaches, and as usual she’s the easiest person to spot in a crowd. Her dark hair is braided on the sides, and she’s wearing a neon orange Pantheon Spartan sweatshirt and shorts. While Annabeth and Reyna and most of the people in their friend group are relatively neutral to the rivalry, Piper is… not. She’s the type of person that makes posters and brings airhorns to football games. She started cheerleading during sophomore year and hates the stigma surrounding it.

Piper grabs her hand as they walk out to the parking lot, and starts swinging her arm like a child. The main entrance of their building is surrounded by handmade posters advertising the game. Will’s phone chimes with the Grey’s Anatomy theme song. He smiles as he reads the screen, and gestures at them.

“Nico says that he wants to hang out this weekend.” Will gasps frantically “Does that mean hang out as friends or another date? Do you think he actually likes me?”

Annabeth mentally drops her head into her hands as Piper swoops over and loops her arm through Will’s. She zones out when they begin to analyze emojis and the enthusiasm of different amounts of exclamation points. She and Reyna have a theory that they both secretly participate in a two-man drama troupe during night hours.

The walk to Argo Cafe from the high school was short. It lies a couple blocks away from Chiron’s and is nestled deeply into their side of town. Leo waiters there most days after school, and a couple of her older friends work there in between classes at the local college. It’s the absolute epitome of the stereotypical small town diner, with peeling vinyl siding and 90s style booths. It’s Annabeth’s absolute favorite place to study and hang out. Piper picks a booth near the back of the building, and they all slide into the seats: Annabeth and Reyna sitting opposite the other three.

Annabeth manages to join the conversation unscathed for the first couple minutes, but as soon as Piper orders her usual strawberry milkshake she scoots closer to the table with a predatory gleam in her hazel eyes.

“Have you texted him yet?” she presses. Will winces in sympathy. Once Piper gets on one of her matchmaking quests, she turns into a lion stalking her prey. Impossible to defeat, and absolutely terrifying. In all honesty, Annabeth had dealt with the issue of Percy Jackson’s number in the same way she dealt with everything else of emotional importance. She ignored it’s existence and avoided thinking about it. She was about 50% sure the note was lodged at the bottom of her backpack. Now, all she had to do was find a way to get her friends off the blood trail. She sighs in exaggerated despair.

“Alas, I seem to have lost his number. Now I’ll never know what might have been.” she drawls. Reyna looks at her in obvious disbelief. Piper huffs.

“Well. Fortunately for you, I took a picture of the note while you weren’t looking!” she says “you have zero excuses for not talking to the cute guy you have a crush on.” Crap. She should’ve burned it when she had the chance. Annabeth takes a pointedly long sip of her milkshake before shooting Leo an expression that hopefully conveys her SOS. Leo returns a small nod in her direction.

“Hey, Pipes?” he ventures “What did you think about that last chem quiz we had?” Piper scoffs and shakes out her braids.

“You can’t distract me from uniting Annabeth and her soulmate!” she barks “Reyna, please,”

Reyna shoots Annabeth an apologetic smile before swiping Annabeth’s phone from her hand and tossing it into Piper’s waiting ones.

“Treachery!” Annabeth squeaks. Reyna just shrugs and places her chin in her hands.

“She said she’d pay me five bucks. Take it up with the psycho.” she says dismissively.

The sight of Piper furiously typing on her phone is.. something out of her nightmares to be honest. She has no idea when she had the chance to add her fingerprint to Annabeth’s phone but it doesn’t surprise her. Piper’s passion for her friends is one of the reasons Annabeth loves her so much, but also one of the reasons she is terrified of her.

“aaaand, send!”

Piper taps the screen in satisfaction, barely missing Annabeth’s attempt to dive across the table and take it from her. Their glasses clatter all over the floor, and Annabeth’s hand is dripping with maple syrup from Will’s plate of waffles. The staff barely spare them a glance. It’s quite concerning how regular this is. She slides back into her seat and wipes her hand off with a napkin.

Piper tilts the screen towards Will who nods in approval.

“It’s honestly not as bad as I expected.” he states in an attempt to reassure her.

Knowing Piper, that could range anywhere from a simple hello to three paragraphs of heart eye emojis and cheesy pick up lines. Annabeth groans and drops her head in her hands.

“I’m going to murder you to death, Mclean.” she mumbles.

“You wouldn’t have to if you’d just man up and do it yourself.” Piper yelps “You obviously like him, so what’s the problem?”

The problem was, that Annabeth liked him. He was sweet and smart and while she hated the nights that Piper forced her into watching rom-coms, it was like something shifted into place as soon as they met. She had absolutely no idea how to approach the situation and it warranted at least another week of avoidance. Her phone chimes and if Piper’s squeal is anything to go by, Percy Jackson has horrible timing.

She lifts her head and clasps her phone before Piper can do further damage. She sighs in relief once she sees what Piper sent him. It just says “Hey, it’s Annabeth from the store. What’s up?”  

Annabeth’s Mans: hi! I wasn’t sure if you were going to text but it’s super cool that you did. Apparently Nico’s bf is going to come to the game so I’m on babysitting duty to make sure he doesn’t pass out from lovesickness. Should be a blast.

She smiles and changes the contact name to something more fitting, before typing out her response.

Annabeth: Will’s super excited about it. Hopefully I’ll see you there??


Percy: yeah!! A few of my friends are on the team so I usually have to go to every game


Annabeth: same. Piper quit cheer after last year but she still makes us fill our social quota through school events


Percy: yikes. I’ve never understood why football gets so much attention. There’s just not enough.. I don’t know.


Annabeth: Water? I guess land sports are boring for half fishes.


Percy: STOP you can’t let the NSA know about me being a merman, Annabeth!

She huffs out a laugh at that and Piper makes a screeching sound that sounds concerning. Annabeth sighs and flips her phone over so the screen is facing the wood of the table in front of her.

“What’d he say?” Piper presses. Annabeth raises one shoulder in a shrug and rolls her eyes at the idiot she calls her friend.

“He’s coming to the game with Will’s boyfriend.” She replies, jerking her thumb across the table. Will ducks his head and blushes and Piper beams at the both of him. Leo leans over and steals a bunch of her french fries while she’s distracted. She claps her hands together in finality.

“Great!” Piper chirps “We can meet both of them tonight.” Her voice contains her usual air of excitement but beneath it there’s an edge of firmness, which let’s her know exactly how serious Piper is about the whole thing. Reyna signals for the waitress to give them their bill. Today it’s their old friend Silena who’s majoring in Public Relations a town over. She thumbs through her phone again as the rest of her friends make conversation.

Annabeth: my friends want to meet you when they meet nico. prepare for insanity!

It’s about a minute before he responds

Percy: they can’t be more intense than my friends *shudder* but i can’t wait to see you there :))

She can’t help but smile at that. A warm feeling spreads throughout her as she imagines him curled up and typing this with his dumb eyes and furrowed brows. It’s not just him, it’s her idiot friends curled up around her, forming a steady backdrop of people she loves. It’s this pulsing feeling of contentment that she’s never felt before. She leans her head on Reyna’s shoulder as she types out another message.

Annabeth: I can’t wait either <3

AN: yikes this is still pretty bad but eventually ill get better at writing that’s the dream! please give me feedback (be as harsh as you can) and maybe read this on ao3 or the first chapter of this is right here 

Yep. I finished Gravity Falls. I can’t accept it. I’m- I’m in denial.
So I thought “hey, if they are not gonna give me more, I’ll stop whining and make my own!” and so, my AU happened. Well, it’s not even an AU, it’s more like… an Alternative Future of my own, (that isn’t cannon, obviously) made just for fun cause… I’m too attached to let go orz
So in this AU basically all the characters are grown up and have made their lives as better as they managed to. I’ll be telling the story with little illustrations now and then… so, I decided to start by introducing you to a 39 year old Dipper with… his little redhead kiddo?? I’ll let you guess who her mom is, heheh!
The little duckling’s name is Ava Pines! I’ve imagined that Dipper would turn a really really busy science man when he’d get older, so he wouldn’t have much time for himself - but those little days when work would give him a break, he’d use them to spend time with his family - and usually, on the afternoons, he’d take Ava to discover the secrets of Gravity Falls by his side! Even if these don’t happen as often as they’d like to, the days Ava gets to be with her father would always remain as her best memories c:

Imagine: Mardi Gras with the Rogues

(this was requested by @xiaolinweretiger a few days ago, I hope you all enjoy it and as always happy reading!!)

You stared empty into the streets, leaning your weight on the terrace railing. It seemed that even though you weren’t in Louisiana, you’d still have to celebrate Mardi Gras by yourself. You felt like everything you had done here lately was by yourself.

Your eyes wandered through the colors that filled your surroundings, a sickeningly sweet smell threatening to take over your sinuses all the while. Gold. Green. Purple. There were also glimmers of other festive colors but the only ones that stood out were just that. Gold. Green. And purple.

You couldn’t help but watch as the people down below partied their hearts out, not a care in the world. This isn’t the Gotham you’ve grown accustomed to, but you don’t really mind. It will always go back the next day.

A shrill yet friendly voice broke you from your deep thoughts.

“Whatcha doing up here, kiddo?”

You stiffened, looking back to see a blonde woman, rather short, and a red haired lady, a few inches or so taller, occupying the space behind you.

“Ya look bored, why not be our party pal, Huh?” the shrill voiced woman spoke up, extending a friendly hand outstretched towards you. “Name’s Harley, this here is Red! Nice to meetcha!”

It took a moment for your mind to register, though you did take the hand, shaking it lightly before introducing yourself. “I’m (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

The ginger haired goddess that stood before you nodded, a single word escaping her mouth. “Likewise.”

The small blonde grabbed you both by your wrists, eager to see the city below. “Enough chitchat I want to party, let’s go!”

With that you were whisked away from your safe spot and into the overwhelming hustle and bustle of Gotham City during any kind of festival. Down in the streets things were totally different, Cajun music filled the air, there were tons of beaded necklaces strewn about, and the sickeningly sweet smell from the balcony had long since been replaced by the smell of alcohol and spices.

“Let’s go find the guys, Harl.” The redhead spoke up, just loud enough for the two of you to hear.

Harley nodded, looked to you, then back to Red, then opened her mouth and began to speak once more.

“It would be more fun with them too, wouldn’t it red?” She concluded as Red searched the crowd over in search for someone.

A few minutes pass before any of you decide to move, Red leading the way this time as she slithered through the filled street with ease, almost losing you and Harl in the process. She only stopped when her inner goal had been reached.

Looking forward, you and Red seem to spot them at the same time.

“Is that the riddler?” You question, knowing the answer but dreading it all the while. “A-and Scarecrow?” these women must have been out of their minds, though you couldn’t blame them. This city is good for that.

“Yea, what about it (Y/N)?” Harley questioned, not trying to start anything but more or less concerned that you were possibly afraid of being in danger. “They won’t hurt you! Even villains have to let loose sometimes, y'know?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the short woman standing next to you. It registered in your head just exactly what you’d gotten yourself into, or more than that, you’d been dragged into wrist first.

“I suppose they do, now that you mention it.” You replied as inner you stood guard against anything that might go wrong.

“A newcomer, Huh? Tell me, did you know that the official colors of Mardi Gras are green and purple and gold? Or that the party always takes place on Fat Tuesday, which is the Tuesday before Ash Wed-”

The green and purple clad man was cut off by the one dressed in normal, non costume ensemble. “Shut up, Ed. No one cares about your riddles and trivia, they’re here to party.”

Ed looked down, slightly offended by this man’s words.

“I care about my riddles…” he mumbled as Harley quickly changed the subject.

“Where is everyone? Are you two the only ones who wanna get loud and proud?” She frantically looked around for more people she knew.

A few minutes pass, the five of you lost in chat, when your attention shifted to the tall, monstrous lizard-man who carried with him a few others.

‘Two-Face, Killer Croc, Harley Quinn, and Poison Ivy, oh my!’ your head spun for a moment, reeling in the possibilities.

“Pamela, I got your tea, this everyone?” The Croc spoke up, assessing the crowd around him.

“Probably. Jervis and a few others had prior engagements to attend, or so they said.” Ed spoke up, “Let’s just go have fun, I’m tired of standing around.”

His last statement seemed to resonate with the rest of his friends, as they all nodded. It took a few minutes to decide what you were going to do first. You finally settled on checking out the booths that had numerous types of food, only stopping to grab the free samples.

“(Y/N), you don’t talk much do ya?” Spoke the bubbly person who had pulled you into this in the first place.

You shook your head and spoke up. “No, sorry. I’m kinda awkward around new people…”

Ed looked back at you, smiled, and extended his hand to shake. “My name’s Ed, this here is Waylon, Harv, Pam, Harley, and that ugly asshole over there is Jonathan! Now that we’re acquainted, you should enjoy conversing with us a bit more!”

You took his hand, shook it lightly, and then nodded and waved to the rest of the ones you hadn’t met formally. “It’s really nice to meet you all. I’m actually happy to be having fun for once. Thank you”

Throughout the rest of the day you and your new-found friends did anything and everything festive, then piled into the nearest cab headed towards a fast food joint.

It wasn’t every day you made friends with villains, but you knew that, after this day, you’d all meet again before too long.