#father daughter relationship | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

theapocalypseisonlythebeginning · 10 days

Text

Of Daughters and Bonding - The Ghoul & Lucy MacLean

Fandom: Fallout TV Show

Characters: Lucy MacLean, The Ghoul (Cooper Howard)

Relationships: Platonic, friendship, father daughter

Summary: “What’s that grin fer?”

“I knew there was good in you. I mean… I really really really doubted it, but no one is completely bad.” She stood up, collecting her belongings with a spring to her steps. “Thanks.”

Now travelling companions, the Ghoul and Lucy bond as she reminds him of his daughter...

Warning: Under the cut there are major spoilers for the Fallout tv show. Please use caution when reading 🖤 this is set after s.1!

Tag list: @nowandthane @fizzyxcustard

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list :3

His daughter would think him a monster.

He distorted his own mirrored image by thrusting his cupped hands into the small puddle of water. Slurping loudly, he pretended not to be listening to Lucy’s rambling. He was though. But his mind was also very distracted by other fears…

Other fears than the Brotherhood having Cold Fusion: unending Power both through electricity and control over electricity. People in the Wasteland wanted – no, needed power. With power comes food, water, shelter... And with people wanting it, the Brotherhood can take control of people. As if they didn’t already. Anywhere they went, they seized everything in the name of their so called brotherhood.

Lucy thought this was a pretty good thing but-

"Ain't nothin' good gonna come off of the Brotherhood in charge." The Ghoul stood up with a groan, wiping his mouth dry with his sleeve.

"Maximus is a good guy."

He began walking with a roll of his eyes, the girl following him quickly. "A couple good guys don't stop all the bad."

Lucy had wanted to keep arguing, to keep defending those knights that seemed to be nice and helpful to the people from what she had seen so far... but that was just it, wasn't it? She'd only really met Maximus, and briefly that Thaddeus guy. She didn't actually know what the Brotherhood was. Her silence gave that much away. He smirked a bit, but didn’t turn his head to check on her. That might make her keep talking.

But that wasn't what had silenced her. It was the Ghoul's tone. Lucy had travelled with the man for quite some time before their current deal of companionship, and now it had been a couple of days. As mysterious as he tried to be, he really wasn’t. It was easy to read him. When he meant something deeper, it was obvious in his voice. There was an intelligence behind all that gun wielding aggression. He knew things. And it was obvious to Lucy.

…

"Were you speaking from experience?"

Cooper offered her one confused look, then went back to his own things.

“Earlier when you said those things about the Brotherhood and ‘one good thing’… Were you speaking from experience?”

The Ghoul looked up at her from where he was setting up camp. Setting up camp really only meant tossing his bag down and telling CX404 to go hunt for her own food. But he'd gotten comfortable resting against a boulder, seconds away from tilting his hat to pretend to go to sleep...

The Ghoul never slept. Lucy wondered if that was a Ghoul thing...

"Mind yer own damn business, little lady. Or you'll get into trouble I can't save ya from."

Lucy lifted her chin at those words. "Well, I'd argue I've proven I can handle myself, thank you!"

"When?"

Lucy stayed quiet for a bit. "I've survived up here for a week."

The Ghoul laughed at that, muttering out a ‘surviving?’ to himself.

Much to Lucy’s relief, though, he rested back and tilted his head to "go to sleep". Miffed, Lucy laid down on her spot in the dirt, her bag for a pillow. They’d only been travelling for a little over three days. The trauma of finding out about her father’s deeds, and her mother… well, it was present. But she was keeping it suppressed. It wasn’t a healthy approach to it, but what else was she supposed to do? Have a breakdown in the middle of the Wasteland? Prove to this Ghoul that she couldn’t handle the surface world? Find a therapist?

Were there therapists up here…?

Ugh… She hated the surface.

....

Lucy awoke with a start in the middle of the night to a loud BANG.

Scrambling up to a sitting position, she grabbed her syringe pistol and aimed it at the sound. The darkness of the night made it all even more disorienting, not to mention CX404 was barking like crazy next to her.

Slowly, though, she came to her senses. An explosion somewhere far away. A large cloud burning orange filled the sky, illuminating Lucy, the dog and the Ghoul with an eerie light.

"Ain't nowhere near us," the Ghoul said out loud. If Lucy didn't know better, it sounded almost like he was trying to calm her down.

Slowly, she lowered her pistol. The orange cloud was illuminating their surroundings just enough for her to be able to tell that the Ghoul hadn't moved from his boulder. But he was looking up at the sky too, just like her. It was, briefly, like a sunset. But it wasn’t quite as soothing as one.

Her pip boy began to peak, alerting her to radiation.

Great.

Slowly, she lifted her thumb up to the cloud-

"What're ya doin'?"

Lucy didn't notice the Ghoul snapping his gaze over to her like he'd just seen a Feral sneak up on them. He stared whilst the light slowly dimmed around them again…

"Just something my dad taught me. I think we're good." With that, she smiled at him before the darkness completely encompassed them again, then laid back down. She was expecting the Ghoul to ask more questions about her action, but instead:

"'S what I said," the Ghoul muttered under his breath... but he was still staring at where he'd last seen her.

Damn... that brought back memories...

...

"Daddy? Is it mine or your thumb?"

With a start, Coop awoke from the nightmare. Didn't matter how many centuries had passed. That always returned to him in his deepest, darkest nightmares. The boom. The power of the aftershock. The strange smell in the air. The sight of the entire city crumbling…

And his poor daughter, clinging to him: her lifeline. The one person she thought would keep her safe no matter what. The one person who should keep her safe from anything and everything…

He stopped his memories before they could get worse. Because worse they got. He instead tried to bring himself back to present times: pain, fear of turning Feral, MacLean…

Lucy.

He watched her sleep, innocently with her mouth slightly ajar. His daughter used to look like that sleeping too, hell… she even had her mouth slightly ajar. Especially when she fell asleep in the backseat of his car, all snug and strapped in safely…

Would his daughter have become like Lucy? Would she have tried to beat this ugly world with kindness? Like she used to do as a child?

Or... had his daughter become that? Had he missed her entire life? Because…

No- Don’t bring back those memories…

What sort of a father could he be now anyway? He was a Ghoul. Slightly more smooth skinned than others, thanks to all those years of cutting at him… but still a Ghoul. A monster.*

Shit…

“Are you okay?”

The Ghoul snapped out of it.

Dammit.

He’d not managed to shake the memories after all. Lucy had awoken to find him staring at her, wordlessly.

“Why wouldn’t I be, sunshine?”

Lucy watched him with that sympathy no one in the Wasteland had. Especially not for a Ghoul.

He scowled at it, almost scoffing, as he stood up and grabbed his bag. CX404 sniffed at his hand. He offered her a pat on the head.

“We should get a move on.”

“You said…” Lucy didn’t move to get packed. Instead, she continued to watch him with that goddamned sympathetic look in her eyes.

There were no therapists in the Wasteland.

“You said you had a family? That my dad might know where they are?”

Coop bit down hard as he eyed Lucy with harsh eyes. He desperately tried to warn her off from trying to talk about this. Not because he’d lash out though. But because he’d not be able to keep his emotions at bay.

“Maybe.”

“Do you have kids?”

Coop stared at her. Was she telepathic? No. that’s not something they did to Vault dwellers, right? Or..? “What’s it to ya?”

“Maybe this is going to sound crazy but… Sometimes, I feel like you do this thing only a dad would do. Like… Calm me down when I’m not even aware I’m freaking out. Just with a couple of words that would… that would be enough to calm a child down that depended on you. Like last night.”

What had he done last night?

“I just mean…” Lucy sighed, something in Cooper’s silence making her uncomfortable. Good. Maybe she’d stop talking about this. “If you have kids, I’ll try and help you find them. That’s the deal, right? We’re working together because our targets are in the same location. But I can help more if you need it.”

That… was the opposite of what Coop thought she’d ever say to him. “I’m sorry, ain’t I the one that sold ya fer drugs?”

“Yeah,” Lucy agreed with a nod, “but I’m sorta starting to get that this is what you have to do to survive in this world.”

“So yer gonna trust me now? Then ya ain’t learned nothin’.”

Lucy shrugged. “And…” She glanced down at her hands. She had this awful habit of picking at her nails. For someone who had smooth skin, she was awfully intent on making sure it wasn’t smooth.

He’d never noticed her finger was back. Though it wasn’t hers. Necrotic. Rotting.

Curious.

“My dad did horrible things just to get to my brother and I so… I get it. I guess. I don’t condone it. But I get it.”

Coop didn’t like that. He couldn’t exactly point out why, not consciously, but he knew he got a strange taste in his mouth from those words, even if she hadn’t meant anything bad by them. “Now, listen to me, little lady.” He pointed a gloved finger down at her, stern, serious: “There do be a whole lotta shit I’d do fer my little girl. But it don’t involve blowing up an entire civilisation jus’ ‘cause I ain’t getting my way, or whatever the hell his problem was. I was divorced. It’s ‘bout talkin’. Not…” Well, could he really say his divorce had been like others’? Not really. So he couldn’t really preach on that end. “I wouldn’t kill innocents. I’d kill a whole lotta bad people, though. Your dad is just trash, got it? Don’t be deserving yer kindess no more.”

Lucy stared at Cooper after those words.

“What’s that grin fer?”

“I knew there was good in you. I mean… I really really really doubted it, but no one is completely bad.” She stood up, collecting her belongings with a spring to her steps. “Thanks.”

Cooper stared at her with narrowed eyes. “Did ya hear anythin’ I jus’ said?”

“Yeah, I did.” Lucy beamed up at him. It almost annoyed him. Almost. “My dad’s an asshole. It’s not normal. I kinda… needed to hear that, in all honesty. It makes going after him a little easier. And you are nicer than you let on.”

“I ain’t nice.”

“Yes you are,” Lucy said with a wide smile. “So come on, big guy. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover today.”

She began walking, but Cooper was quick to reach out and stop her. He wasn’t done with this conversation. “I’m sorry I sold ya.”

Lucy offered him a gentle look. “I know.”

With that, Lucy started walking. Cooper waved for CX404 to follow along, and walked after Lucy. It was silent, which was when Cooper’s mind always began to do that damn thinking of his. Lucy was gentle, truly. And if such a gentle soul, someone like his own daughter’s, could accept Cooper for what he’d become…

Maybe his daughter wouldn’t think him a monster after all.

#just trying to practice writing these two characters!#father daughter relationship #fallout tv #fallout show #fallout spoilers #lucy maclean #the ghoul #cooper howard #fallout fic #fallout tv show fic #fallout tv show fanfiction #fallout tv show spoilers #fallout amazon #platonic #my fallout writing

50 notes · View notes

purplerae364 · 1 year

Text

YOU GUYS

YOU ARE MISSING THE POTENTIAL OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP HERE

IT COULD BE JUST LIKE THEM FR FR

#cars #pixar cars #lightning mcqueen #cruz ramirez #doc hudson #cars 3 #father son relationship #father daughter relationship #LIKR #MCQUEEN EVEN WEARS THE BLUE AT THE END #IM GOING INSANE #THE POTENTIAL #HEHEH #purplerae364post

212 notes · View notes

avaisdramatic · 6 days

Text

Isn’t it so strange to hate your father as much as you love the music he played for you when you were just a little kid

#father daughter relationship #yes this is about me but also every character I love #daughter poetry #dimension 20 #sofia lee #kristen applebees #saccharina frostwhip

23 notes · View notes

cryptamen · 7 months

Text

STILL THINKING ABOUT THE FINN AND SIMON SCENE JUST BEFORE THE FIGHTING IN EP 2

"have you talked to marceline about this?"

"i didnt want to worry her, she has her own life"

Talking to the youngest about the oldest and how you already fucked them up so bad you dont want to do it again so theyd rather just not tell them at all which only serves to make the eldest child MORE worried and perpetuates a cycle with the youngest of not burdening others.

(tmi below)

why is simon petrikov literally my fucking mother. Obsessed with you but also decking you in the face cause youre written to realistically.

#Simon petrikov #Crypt.txt #fionna and cake #finn the human #marceline the vampire queen #marceline #finn and marcy #marcy #marcy and simon #simon and marcy #mother daughter relationship #father daughter relationship #Literally.....#AND THE DRINKING DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED.. .#Not personal just....An analysis with examples.

54 notes · View notes

rayyzcosmos · 2 months

Text

no one hurt them eldest daughters more than their own fathers

#daddy issues #eldest daughter #eldest child struggles #the struggle is real #family trauma #generational trauma #struggle #random thoughts #hurts #deep thoughts #father #father daughter relationship #gen z relatables #gen z culture #dark truth #dark academia #dark aesthetic #dark humor

30 notes · View notes

pickledpascal · 5 months

Text

Staring Into the Blue

Pairing: Beau Arlen and Surrogate Daughter OC (Andi)

Warnings: self-worth issues, emotional hurt/comfort, andi has daddy issues and is hating life a little

A/N: i made this when i was half delirious/asleep and started thinking of my own relationship with my parents sooooo yeah... have fun with this one lol

Word Count: 2.2k

Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Beau was new to this whole thing. As was Andi.

Andi was a nineteen-year-old girl who, for all intents and purposes, was Beau’s surrogate daughter. Emily still had a place in his heart, and always would, but Andi was… a special case.

They had met when she was eighteen, freshly in college, and had one too many drinks one night which landed her in detainment, and ultimately had a talk with the sheriff. Being intoxicated, Beau’s initial rant about her needing to take better care of herself and how underage drinking was bad was undermined by Andi spilling her guts to him. Metaphorically speaking.

Andi didn't have parents. At least, not ones who cared about her all that much. As soon as she turned eighteen, they promptly threw her out of the house. Sure they had helped her get into college but they didn't care what happened after. Glad to get her out.

So Beau took her in. Gave her a home. Loved her.

It was all so much for Andi. And made her think about her real parents. How happy they were without her. How happy they were not acknowledging they kicked their child out of their house to fend for herself just to be picked up and loved by a stranger. Beau didn't know her parents—he wasn't her honorary uncle or even a real uncle. He was the sheriff of Helena and a pretty good one at that.

It took a while but Beau convinced Andi to live with him instead of the housing on campus. A month or so into Andi’s hopefully permanent stay at Beau’s house—he upgraded from the airstream but it was parked in his yard—it was nearly midnight when he woke up to soft music filtering into his room. Beau ran a hand through his hair and screwed his eyes shut for a moment before he sat up. That had to be Andi. And he felt compelled to check in on her.

Beau left his room and made his way to Andi’s, the music getting louder with each step he took. Which made him more and more concerned.

I waited ages to see you there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that you never cared

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

Just outside her door, Beau heard the faint noise of sniffling. Andi had been crying. His heart sunk in his chest. He knocked on the door. No answer. Beau pursed his lips as he turned the door handle. The sight behind it made his heart ache.

Under the low light of Andi’s blue fairy lights was her, sobbing on the floor as she hugged her knees to her chest. Her glasses were abandoned on her bed with teardrop marks on the lenses.

I see the great escape

So long, Daisy May

I picked the petals, he loves me not

Something different bloomed

Writing in my room

I play my songs in the parking lot

I'll run away

Beau rushed to be by her side, cradling her head as it lay on his chest. He set his chin on top of her head, rubbing her shoulder to try and soothe her. It seemed the tears rushed faster as he did. “I gotcha, I gotcha. It's okay.” He shushed softly.

Andi clung onto Beau like a lifeline, crying into his chest and getting tears on his shirt. He didn't care. He wanted Andi to be okay. And if that meant he had to hold onto her like this then he didn't care.

He petted her hair and pressed a kiss against her forehead. “It's alright. I'm here.” Beau resisted the urge to cry too. He had never seen Andi like this before, even when they met. “Please tell me what's wrong.” Beau insisted softly, pulling Andi away from him for a moment. Her skin felt cold. He didn't like this.

Andi sniffled, rubbing her eyes. “I…” She wanted to. She really did, but it was hard.

“You know me, sweetheart, I'm not gonna judge. Okay?” Beau cupped Andi’s cheek. He could sense she was hesitant. Their relationship was fresh but Andi trusted him enough with other stuff. Enough to live with him.

A new wave of tears rolled down Andi’s cheeks. “I know.” Her voice was small. Her eyes screwed shut as a sad smile crossed her face. “God, I wish my real parents were like you.” She admitted with a harbored breath. “My dad especially. I-I don't understand what I did wrong. What I did to deserve what they did to me. Was I not enough? Was it because I was a girl? He and my brothers were fine. He-He never–” A choked sob escaped her.

Beau frowned, pulling her back into his chest. He closed his eyes as he drew in a deep breath.

“He never told me loved me.” Andi cried into his chest, voice muffled. “Never told me he was proud of me. I-I don't understand. He's my dad, i-isn’t he supposed to love me? That's his job.”

Beau felt a few tears stinging his eyes as well. He couldn't imagine being that type of person. That type of father. He loved Emily so much it hurt sometimes. Andi too. To be the type of father to, quite frankly, never pay attention to his child was an alien concept to him. One that was very much real. And one that saddened Beau.

He squeezed Andi tighter and pulled her into his lap. She was heavier than what he was used to but it didn't matter. What mattered was comforting her as much as possible. He didn't know if he could ever change her mind about her self-worth, at least, not in the moment. But this kind of touch would help. He hoped it would.

After a while, Andi’s tears died down and Beau brushed away the hairs from her face. He even wiped some tears away. “I know I can't… just replace your dad, as unfortunate as that sounds. You had eighteen years with him. That won't just disappear. But I can try to help ease some of that pain, show you what a real parent should be like.” Beau whispered softly. “I love you as I would my own daughter. I'll be so proud of you at your concert next week, I'll clap and cheer so loud they might have to kick me out. I love you.”

Andi sniffled. The words meant so much to her and she knew Beau was telling the truth. He had a record to back it up. He never missed one of her recitals, a soccer game she had, or an event she really wanted to go to.

Before she ever moved in, Beau was Andi’s plus one to a lot of things. A chaperone in some sense but Beau just loved seeing her smile. They went to a few markets around the city with her college friends, saw quite a few movies in his airstream, and—at the end of the day—he would always give her a warm hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“I love you too.” Andi breathed. It was the first time she'd said it back.

Beau had a habit of slipping it behind a sentence or saying it when they said goodbye. Andi didn't mind. She liked hearing it. But she had never said it back or even said it first. Beau was okay with that. He wanted to earn it.

And he did.

It was bittersweet, though. He was glad but his heart still ached. All he wanted was to take all that hurt from Andi and throw it in a locked box somewhere. Maybe throw that into the depths of the ocean. But he couldn’t. And it pained him that he couldn't. Andi didn't deserve those sorry excuses of parents. And maybe she didn't deserve Beau either but he was going to try.

Beau hugged her close, closing his eyes as he rocked her side to side. Andi wrapped her arms around Beau’s torso. Her breathing calmed as she nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck.

It was silent for a while, her music had died down a while ago into a soft instrumental. “Sweetheart?” Beau asked softly. He had a small, but hopefully effective, idea

“Hm?” Andi hummed. She felt a little better hence the crying stopped but there was still an emptiness in her chest.

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” Beau knew it was a tactic mostly used for little kids. Where if he could squeeze her tight enough that would make everything better. But Andi was legally an adult so he wasn't completely sure.

Andi bit the inside of her lip and drew in a small breath. Her parents didn't do this when she was sad. Hell, her parents barely even noticed when she was sad. She simply nodded.

Beau lifted the covers over Andi before he got in bed next to her. She held onto Beau. He quickly did the same.

Andi was an adult. But not really. She was a child who had never felt like she had any real comfort in her life until Beau came along. Andi wasn't even sure she could pinpoint a time she was genuinely happy in a while. Physical comfort didn't fix everything but it sure helped a lot. She didn't get that much as a child but she did now.

Beau was so affectionate that it almost made Andi cry. Small things like a touch on her shoulder as he left or a kiss on her forehead. Hell, a simple thumbs-up while she was on stage made Andi feel so warm. And so loved.

That was part of the reason this whole mess started in the first place. Andi loved Beau and wouldn't trade him for the world but a part of her wondered why her father couldn't be like him so she didn't need to have Beau in the first place. Why couldn't he be the type of father that supported his child? Who made it known that he was proud of her every day even if it could be a little embarrassing? Who hugged her every single time they met after they were apart?

Beau rubbed Andi’s back, playing with her hair. He found that it calmed her after a while. “I can stay home tomorrow. We can watch Book of Life, make fresh brownies, and have ‘em with ice cream.” He suggested softly.

Book of Life was her favorite movie. And warm brownies with vanilla ice cream was one of her comfort foods. She didn't eat it often.

“Okay,” Andi mumbled, a soft smile making its way onto her lips. “I would be a sorry excuse for an older sister.”

Beau’s eyebrows furrowed. “What makes you say that?”

Emily and Andi knew of each other but they hadn't quite met yet since Emily still lived with Carla in Texas and she hadn't made her way up to Montana to see her father in a while. He knew adoption was off the table but he was as close to a father as Andi could have, ultimately making her family. And making her and Emily sisters.

Andi shook her head. “Forget I said that.” Beau pursed his lips, glancing down at her. She let out a breath through her nose. “I just… I'm the youngest in my family anyway and—I dunno—I don't feel right. I guess. I'm not a role model. I'm not–”

“I think you are.” Beau cut in. He hated when Andi talked bad about herself which unfortunately happened a lot. “You have your hands in a lot of different clubs, you excel in your classes, and you fight for what's right.” Beau hugged Andi close. “We can work on it feeling right but… You're a far better role model than me.”

Andi scoffed. Beau may not have been open about everything that happened in his life but, for a middle-aged man, it was far better than any other man Andi had ever encountered before. He was affectionate with just about everyone in his life, co-workers, friends, Andi’s friends, Carla, and Emily. Maybe Beau wasn't perfect but he was already doing better than Andi’s father.

Beau thought Andi drifted off to sleep until she said, “I'm glad you're in my life.” He could tell she was trying to starve off sleep by the sound of her voice.

“Me too.” Beau admitted softly, an absentminded smile on his face.

Beau thought Emily was the limit to his love. But then Andi came along and suddenly there was more love to give. There was no rationing of his heart, it only grew. And he couldn't fathom it for a while. Andi wasn't his child, not biologically, but he loved her as if she was.

With Emily away, it was hard for Beau to function properly. That was his daughter and she was hours and hours away. Of course, it still was but it was a little easier with Andi. He thought the world of her and couldn't comprehend how she didn't think the same.

If Beau ever did meet Andi's parents, he couldn't imagine it'd go well. He'd likely end up in a detainment cell while Andi's father ended up in the ICU.

#jensen ackles x oc #jensen ackles #supernatural #spn #big sky season 3 #big sky s3 #big sky #beau arlen x oc #beau arlen x you #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen #which one is it? oc or reader... we'll never know #beau arlen x daughter reader #beau arlen and daughter relationship #father daughter relationship #whump writing #fluff

28 notes · View notes

that-guy-in-the-chiton · 11 months

Text

#Anti Madeline miller #anti lore olympus #anti lo #greek mythology #greek mythology art #mythology art #mythology #circe #Helios #father daughter relationship #Because their relationship in Miller’s Circe sucked #Slightly more myth accurate :)

123 notes · View notes

cethlyarlo · 4 months

Text

I'm kinda on team "Baylan is Shin's biological father and they both know it, only Baylan still holds onto the Jedi practice of no attachments except he couldn't bring himself to let her go when she was little so he kept her around, raised her and trained her, hence why she follows his every command; her loyalty towards him is top notch until the end of the series when he leaves her for his own goals because again, no attachments, and leaving just so happened to be another way to prove to himself that he can still live up to being a Jedi; to redeem his past self for being weak enough to have an attachment to his daughter" because it makes their story so much more tragic.

They're also very father/daughter coded.

I also think Shin's a witch, but that might be too spicy for this conversation. I also have about one braincell left.

Peace, love, and Pop tarts 🫰

#shin hati #ahsoka #star wars #ahsoka series #baylan skoll #skoll and hati #father daughter relationship #headcanon

20 notes · View notes

notcoolbutcute · 13 days

Text

me and my dad on our way home from the family event, where my dad got into fight with literally everyone and I supported him

#family events #family dinner #Agressive #bad guys #Nimona #nimona ballister #ballister boldheart #father daughter relationship #family life #nimona meme #when you and your dad share same political idea but noone else in family does #So you fight them all and your dad loses his shit #Almost slapped his sister-in-law #Mum allowed

12 notes · View notes

samskaterguy · 1 year

Text

Something about the Ever After High books I like is we get to see just how much Maddie and the Mad Hatter love each other.

Spoilers by the way if you're planning on reading them and haven't yet.

The Mad Hatter literally distracts a monster, that could very well kill him just so Maddie and the others have a chance at being safe and stopping said monster. When Maddie is in trouble and is being sent away to Neverland as punishment the Mad Hatter is right there behind her, ready to close up forever just to be with his daughter. I forget if he was required to, though or if he just wanted to because he's he's a good dad

He also cares for her friends so much too. He's just such a sweet and caring dad and I love that so much. Also in the actual show we see him care for her and her friends.

If I recall correctly the Mad Hatter is one of two wonderlandian adults that escaped Wonderland after the curse and he was one of the main people that made sure everyone who could got out as safe as possible.

Instead of getting mad at them for eating all the pies in the shop (even straight up stealing them from other patrons) he just gets them another pie! They must be hungry!

Him and Maddie's little handshake is cute, the way he's proud of her for getting in detention. I just love their father daughter relationship so much.

#ever after high #eah #madeline hatter #maddoe hatter #the mad hatter #the mad hatter ever after high #ever after high the mad hatter #eah the mad hatter #the mad hatter eah #father daughter relationship #way too wonderland #spring unsprung

173 notes · View notes

hannaswritingblog · 1 year

Text

Imagine: being Mr. Gold’s daughter and sneaking into his potion making room where you get hurt

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Requested by anon [x]

Initially meant to be a ficlet - transition to an imagine explained here. Thank you for understanding.

As his only daughter, you've always been the apple of your father's eye. You know he deeply cares about you and would do anything to make sure you're safe.

Sometimes keeping you safe means setting boundaries though. There are things you're not supposed to see - some of them hiding in your own house. You often come across doors that just won't open or questions that your father will never answer.

Living like this your whole life, you got used to it pretty quickly. But as you grow into your teens, your understandable curiosity grows with you. That's why you don't pass up the chance to explore your father's potions room when one day you find its door open.

Initially, you don't even mean to go through his stuff, you just want to look around. Yet, before you know it, your hands reach for one of the bottles standing on the table. The second you grab it, you get startled by the sound of the creaking door, followed by Mr. Gold's voice:

'What are you doing here, Y/N?'

You can feel the bottle slipping out of your hand. When you're trying to catch it, it breaks; you can feel glass shards cutting into your skin and liquid pouring down your fingers.

'I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!' you say in a trembling voice.

'It's okay,' your father responds. 'Just calm down.'

He quickly goes to treat your wounds. Once he's done, he orders you to go to your room and stay there until you feel better.

'But I already feel good,' you insist. 'It's just a hand. You don't have to worry about me.'

'Of course I do,' he says. 'I'm your father after all. I'll always worry about you.'

'I'm sorry I went into that room. I was curious and...'

'Sh... You don't have to explain yourself, I'm not mad at you. Now get some rest.'

You finally surrender and lay yourself comfortably on your bed. You can feel your dad's presence in your bedroom until you fall asleep.

187 notes · View notes

morgansunflower · 8 months

Text

My London Lover 2/2

Bruce Wayne X Reader

Warnings:gun violence, suggestive content, murder, violence, explicit language and angst

Words:1658

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V. Jason is Robin! Part 1&2 listed in tags

Y/N, Dick, and Bruce race to save Alfred and Jason from his old enemy.

Y/N and Bruce manage to track Alfred down through his watch that had a tracker within it.. Bruce had given him the watch to his, dear father-figure on his birthday. Alfred of course knew of the hidden tracker but allowed it to be worn, to give Bruce peace of mind and be there should anything go wrong...

"you and Jason are grounded" Bruce scolded to his oldest.

Dick had just explained they had gotten word Alfred had died along with Y/N in a, dreadful car wreck. That's when they realized why Bruce left on a 'business trip'. The two brothers asked uncle Clark to take care of Gotham while they went on their rescue mission.

"I'm 18 Bruce.. Not a child" Dick defends

"than I do not see as to why you are choo--" Y/N cut into the conversation.

"we can discuss this later we're getting off track. What exactly happened to Jay?" Y/N asked Grayson

"well.. When we were digging on Alfred's past.. Jason went to get some air. I should have been right there. I know it's my fault and I messed up.. I was acting juvenile. It won't happen again.. "

"indeed it won't" Bruce grunted to which Dick rolled his eyes.

"what Bruce is trying to say is that you two need to be careful. We'll get Jason and Alfred back" she told Dick, he replied with a kind smile

Y/N couldn't deny, she to was worried. Even though they weren't actually her children. Her heart drew closer each time she saw, them. She loved them truly little did she know they loved her as their mother.

Alfred watched as they tie his hands together behind his back, with a rope. His blood boiled but he had to wait. Acting now, he feared Jason would be hurt.

He relaxed his hands on his own restraint as in his side glance.. There was a small bug.. That wasn't a real bug.

"he sees us" Bruce said looking through the screen from the spy-bug.

Y/N had her a, bat-themed mask on her eyes. Bruce was grateful Alfred taught her everything he knew. Though that still didn't mean he wouldn't make sure she's safe. Nightwing leaps down from the roof stealthy taking out the perimeter guards.

Carmine cocks his pistol aiming to the child "say farewell to your little friend, on the other hand you'll be joining him soon enough"

Jason sees Alfred's reflection that he is free. Alfred holds three fingers up as he closed his fist Jason dunks his head. Gunfire go's off.

Batman and Y/N made themselves known tackling the guards. Y/N stands along with Bruce.

"took you long enough" Jason scoffed

They see Alfred had tackled the gunman to the ground. Carmine spun around swinging to Alfred's jaw. The elder men fight each other...

Y/N throws a batarang to the gunman's barrel. She then rushes to Jason loosening his restraints.

Bruce punches the gunman before he shoots Y/N. He threw a foot grapple hook to the group of gunmen.

"nice to see you again" he greeted as though they weren't currently risking their lives

"you too kiddo" she grinned

She softly smiled but then punched the gunman trying to grab Jay. Jason then tackled the gunman in her blind side

"we work well together. You should come to Gotham" Jason suggested deep down wishing she would and stay with them

Nightwing steps in flipping as the bullets were shot at him.

"Robin's right. You could bring out the sweet side out of Batman's scary dark abyss" he joked causing his father to grunt at him..

"focus" he ordered.

Alfred held Carmine's wrist back as he held a knife trying to stab Alfred's throat. Alfred struggled pushing him away the best he could. The others tried to fight away Carmine's men.

"Alfred!!" Dick shouts throwing a wine bottle beside him

"seriously!" Alfred scoffed wishing for something a bit more serious

Alfred picked the bottle up and breaks the bottle against Carmine's head knocking the mafia boss out. Just then there were no enemies

Bruce moved the unconscious man off of his father. Alfred took Bruce's hand sighing. He looked to the boys and Y/N. Everyone was OK. They're ok.

The authorities took Carmine and his, men into custody. This time he would placed in a more secure prison.

"Thanksgiving is in 3 months.. You could come with us and stay for a, extended time" Bruce offered

Y/N came to Gotham with them. Even though she knew deep down.. It was going to destroy her to leave again. Y/N was in the kitchen helping Alfred. She continues stirring the bowl with the Cake batter. She was leaving again in 3 days...

The last months had been amazing but that was the problem. She tried to convince herself it was all just in her head.... Her heart felt intertwined with Bruce's. He had been so kind to her, it didn't help his boy's adored her. It didn't help that she wanted to scream that she wants to stay with Bruce.

She knew he loved her. Though he always said he couldn't let go of certain things in his life and that wouldn't be fair to her. She assumed at the time it was his grief.. Now she knew it was Gotham.

"are you alright Ms Y/N" Alfred asked the troubled young woman

"every time I am to leave I fight this" she gestured her tears that were now falling "first I could make to my apartment, then I could only make it to the airport, then I would cry the night before.. This is becoming too difficult to bear. I miss all of you throughout the year wishing I was here and not there.. I have to tell him"

He takes the bowl from her smiling softly "indeed you should, now off you go"

Y/N departs to Bruce's study. The sunlight touched his face as he sat on the chair. His presence made her heart crave to be near him She feels the need to kiss him. The thought of her words she wanted to say... Her body was nearly shaking.

"hey Y/N!" Jason greeted.

"hi Jay"

Throughout the rest of her stay her words seemed trapped from her anxiety to confess her feelings and then... It was time to leave. The Wayne's were at the airport with her as she had her bags packed to a place that was cold... And lonely.

She holds Grayson and Jason's hands "I want you two boys to call me everyday and tell me everything about your day. I will miss you both so much"

"than why won't you stay?" Grayson asked "believe it or not Bruce does really love you even if he can't admit it"

"I know he does and I want to stay more than anything but I can't. My heart stays here with both of you. I promise I will visit every year"

"it's not the same!!" Jason shouted emotionally

She pulled them both into a hug. She feels her throat shaking as she now was crying. Jason wanted to curse his tears away where Dick accepted his own tears were not avoidable. She then hugged Alfred. He hugged her tightly wishing both Bruce and Y/N could be happy. He knew the way Bruce looked at her was such a deep love as how Thomas had loved Martha.

"don't fret my dear there is still time" he mumbled

"thank you Alfred, for everything"

"it's been my pleasure" he smiled to her.

Y/N steps to Bruce. She takes his hand to step away from the others for more privacy. Bruce wanted to hold her and beg her to stay.. But that would be selfish.

"I know that you want to make this world better. I know you think that your passion may make me feel neglected or I don't want the same thing. It doesn't and I do..."

"Y/N-" she covers his lips with her thumb tenderly

"I love you Bruce. I love that you want to protect those who can't protect themselves and bring justice. I don't need an answer but I need you to know that I will always support you during your nightly routine and your daily routine"

She kisses Bruce deeply. His, heart was beating rapidly as she melted his fears away completely but she's leaving... He couldn't bring himself to speak as he was still in a great deal of shock. Y/N waved goodbye and boarded the plane.

"you ok Jay?" Dick asked his little brother

"I don't want to lose another...." Mom.

"me too" Grayson sighed putting his arm over Jason's shoulder

In London...

Y/N eyes had long been weeping since her goodbye. She unlocked her door to see Bruce standing with not only flowers but a ring. She began to cry. Her knees buckled beneath her, from shock, but Bruce caught her. As he did she wraps her arms around him

"I... I... You.. You cannot scare me like that! How did you? I-I can't believe you're actually h-here"

He knew she was flustered and her question could wait just a moment.. He held both of her hands with his own. Bruce allowed his guard down, as he allowed a, tear to fall.

"will you marry me?"

"YES! YES! Yes! Yes! I will marry you!"

.....

As the newly engaged couple stepped into the Manor. Jason runs down the stairs. He sees Y/N standing close to Bruce. Jason couldn't remain still with his excitement as he sees her ring.

She opens her arms as Jason ran into them to hug her. Alfred stepped in with a joyous smile.

"welcome home my dear" Alfred said to her.

#batfamily #bruce wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #London #Marriage proposal #kidnapping #Alfred Pennyworth is a badass #batfam #Bruce Wayne X Reader #Father daughter relationship #Fluff #Love #angst #Batmom #Violence #Gun violence #Bruce Wayne X Reader(My London Lover 1&2)

31 notes · View notes