Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.
Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.
He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back.
So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.
Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.
a little scene from a fic idea i’m working on where cedric and miranda have a… “bonding” moment. i like to think that she’s terrifying when she’s angry, and you can pry that headcanon from my cold, dead fingers.
Eek okay, first Avatar story, first story told with almost an entirely one person cast, first story that deals with some nasty child treatment that made me feel a bit ick writing it. But the thought came to me and it just exploded out over a few days. So here it is, please let me know what you think and how I can improve!
Warnings: Child torture/abuse, mild blood and gore, Zuko is very, very unhappy
“You will learn to firebend, Prince Zuko,” Ozai said with a smile. “Your life depends on it.”
Zuko knew today was going to be a
It started with Father asking them
if they would play a game with him. Father never spent time with them, never
showed any desire to see them unless necessary. Azula saw him more than he did
since Father was currently supervising her firebending training while they
looked for another teacher. She’d run off the last one and the one before that.
Zuko thinks she’s doing it on purpose, because she enjoys hurting people,
because it makes their father proud, maybe both. Since Zuko wasn’t firebending
yet, Father never wants to see him. It seems every time he does, Father spends
all his time glaring at him, as if that would make him any less worthless. Seven
was a little late for someone to start bending but it wasn’t impossible because
he had to be a bender, Father and
Grandfather said so.
Have you ever thought about how it was for Gaara to sleep for the first time after losing his Bijuu?
• When Gaara became tired, it was a completely new feeling for him, which perhaps scared him. His first yawn puzzled him, and he did not know what that was, and he was afraid a little, and began to ask himself, “What happens when I fall sleep?”
• Gaara would be like a small child at that moment. He did not know why, but he wanted his siblings to be with him. He might be a bit afraid of really falling asleep, and especially the presence of his sister Temari might have been important to him. Even in the days after his resoue, he feels better when he falls asleep when Temari and Kankuro are with him. Temari would love to take care of her baby brother! ♥
• Temari and Kankuro reassured him and stayed with him until he fell asleep. After that they stayed with him for a while, happy that they had their baby brother again. Temari stroked his hair, Kankuro smiled.
• Gaara’s sleep is very low and is isnt easy to weak him up again. In general, he sleeps very long on free days and seems to catch up with everything he has missed.
Temari is sitting by Gaara, stroked his hair and take lovely care of him. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to cry now.