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.

anonymous asked:

What is Oliver like as a grandfather?

This depends in large part on which grandkid we’re talking about here, Anon! All but two of the ten grandkids are named at this point, but I don’t have all of their personalities sorted out yet. Some, yes. But not all. And there’s a huge difference between the ones who have been more thought out. Sylvia is a very different person than Sam, than Micah, than either of Ellie’s kids. And the terms she relates to her grandparents (and great grandparents) on are different than her cousins. Also, Oliver’s 59 when Sylvia is born. He’s in his late 60s or early 70s when Nate’s kids are born. That alone makes a difference. But, the kids’ personalities almost matter more. 

With Sylvia - my little cuddly, bookworm, dreamer - I can see him carving a dollhouse for her, one that looks like his kids’ treehouse he made for them so long ago. He’ll tell her stories as she watches with wide eyes - she looks so much more like her father, but she got her huge eyes from her mom and even though she doesn’t look that much like Jules and their personalities are nothing alike, Oliver sees his little girl in his granddaughter more often than not - and he’ll be wrapped around her little finger further every time she calls him grandpa. She’s cuddly like Nate, sunny like Ellie, focused like Jules and he loves this little girl very dearly. 

With Ellie’s kids, his relationship is possibly the most interesting and complex. They’re a bit older when she adopts them and that’s a very different dynamic for everyone, both because of their ages and the way they came into Ellie’s life. There’s a lot I can’t say about this yet, but I’ll say they’re extremely lucky kids to have Ellie as one of their moms and Oliver as their grandfather. 

With Will’s boys… in particular with Micah, Will’s older boy, it feels like a second chance with Will as a little boy. He missed so much of Will’s early childhood and Micah reminds him so strongly of Will. He’s a deeply protective big brother to Sam and a bit of a goofy kid. Oliver values that experience tremendously. 

By the time we get to Nate’s kids, Oliver’s sort of an old hand at being a grandfather. Nate has four girls and one boy (in that order). Those kids are the least developed in my head yet, but one of the girls will be a bit of a tech geek like Felicity. I have to imagine Oliver will love seeing that reflected in one of their grandkids. 

Sunday Queen family dinners continue forever. Even when Felicity and Oliver eventually move out of the brownstone, even once we’re well past the end of this story - whenever that happens - you can safely assume the growing Queen clan has weekly dinners together. They get loud sometimes - by the time there are ten grandkids around the table it couldn’t possibly be quiet - and they’ll have to buy a new table to fit everyone once it becomes clear Nate and Penny are gonna keep having kids for a while. But I think that’s something Oliver and Felicity both cherish their entire lives. Family is very much at the core of this series and their lives. That won’t change for them at any age. 

cc: @dust2dust34

My great-grandparents visited me in my dream last night.
Apparently I was the only one who could see my Opa. He passed early in 2015. But in my dream, he looked so lively and healthy. So energetic and happy. He was laying next to my Oma, smiling and laughing. I yelled out to my family “Guys! Opa is here next to Oma!” but no one saw him. Then he looked at me, winked, smiled, and continued laughing with my Oma.
My Oma was alive and well, healthy and happy, but sad to be living without her husband. Near the end of my dream, she passed on quickly. Just like in real life; a quick, painless passing in her sleep.

I have no doubt that was them communicating with me. They were here and I saw them in my dreams. They wanted to let me know they were happy being together again.

I woke up sad. I miss them.

Third short story chapter 526

It was a need. @keiid I think you will like it. I’m not changing my AU again.


Mavis entered at the guild and hugged Larcade.

- What are you doing to him, Zeref? - asked Mavis.

- It’s none of your business - answered Zeref.

- Of course it is! I gave birth to twins, and you are the father!

- What?

- I asked Yuri to keep them safe. Pretch wanted to end their lifes. I told him to manipulate his memories to make him believe there was only one child, and I told him the location of an orphan in the woods, which magic was neutral. Yuri raised them in my place. Larcade is the youngest twin. He choose to manipulate his and your memories to make you believe he was one of your demons. The oldest twin choose to go with his great-grandparents. His name is Over.

- You’re lying, right?

- I can’t lie with that. Over! You’re here!

A blond boy was walking downstairs. He smiled to Mavis.

- Take care of your brother. You know what to do.

Over nooded, kneeled at Larcade’s side, and used his magic on him.

- I asked Yuri to manipulate the memories of the orphan to make him believe he was our child. But if seems like he never told you anything. I know where our twins are in every moment. That’s why I knew what you were doing to Larcade.

The two boys got up and put a hand in Mavis’ shoulders, to make her know both were okay. Mavis took both hands, feeling her twins for the first time in 94 years. Larcade’s clothes burned and changed to something more similar to what his twin was wearing, and the mark in his forehead disappeared. Even his smell changed.

- We are immortal, and not affected by the curse - explained Over -. We could be born because of the curse.

- How do you know? - asked Zeref.

- There is one copy of Ankhseram’s magic book in Alvarez castle’s library. It’s hidden. It took me years to find.

- What does it say about us? - asked Larcade.

- I took it here, I’ll show you later.

- Are you crying, mother?

- It’s the first time I can touch you two - answered Mavis -. Of course I’m crying.

- By the way, father. You’re the worst.

- Why? - asked Zeref.

- You were really going to kill me. If mother and Nii-san arrived a few seconds later, I would be dead.

- But you weren’t…?

- With enough damage, even an immortal can die. But it’s a good thing that August didn’t say the lie.

- Oh, it’s him - said Mavis, totally indifferent -. I knew I felt that magic somewhere.

The twins laughed, Zeref didn’t know how to react, and Natsu crossed his arms and smiled. Maybe because he was recovering his memories.


Who Do You Think You Are: Stephen discovers a plaque that features the names of his great-grandparents, Samuel and Berta. It’s a monument to those who lived in the building and were taken to the concentration camps during the Holocaust.

I just cleaned my basement and I’m literally in awe of some of the shit that’s been under my feet this whole time.

I lost my great grandmother tonight.

I’m not sure how to process this, really.

On one hand, I’m incredibly fortunate to have known my great grandparents and have 32 years worth of memories of her in my life — like her patiently explaining what “several” meant when I was little and me taking her clothes shopping at “Forever 81”. So obviously it hurts to lose her.

On the other, she’s been steadily declining for the past 5 years. The last time I saw her, she didn’t recognize me. She just kept saying, “Now, I’m not sure who you are, but you sure are pretty.” Over and over again. She hadn’t eaten for a week due to a mass in her abdomen, which left her incredibly weak. She kept slipping out of consciousness, then wake up terrified because she didn’t know where she was or who anyone is. So it also comes as a relief.

I love my grandma very much, but I’m glad she’s finally at peace.