#infant reader

[the-broken-truth]

Yandere Headcanon: Platonic Yandere Parents Deathstroke & Lady Shiva with Son Reader [Who isn't born yet]

You were the result of a drunken night between the Leader of the Shadows & The Sensei to the Shadows - they knew from the moment they woke up in the same bed and stripped of their clothing that they conceived.

The Question: Should they terminate you or allow you to be born?

They both had their duties and this would hinder Lady Shiva's Teachings of the Shadows so she decided to have the fertilized egg removed and placed in a birthing container - kind of like a robotic womb.

After 3 months, they began paying visits - mostly alone but sometimes together. You had Shiva's complexion and Wilson's hair color - it was too early to find out what your eyes were going to be colored.

"Look at his muscles." Deathstroke once said to Shiva when they visited you together, "He is more physically developed than most fetuses his age - he will be stronger than average babies."

"Good. I would not accept of my son was a weakling or average child." Shiva said.

"He is my son too, Shiva," Deathstroke said as he looked at her but she kept her eyes on your developing form, "Don't think that you are going to be the only that shall raise him."

"Regardless of the paternal DNA, he is my son and I shall raise him as I see fit." Shiva said.

"I saw how you did with Cassandra. You're not fucking my son up too." Slade said.

"He is a Wu-san." Shiva glared into his eyes.

"He's a Wilson, too; don't forget that I am the Leader of the Shadows and I have more say in what happens with my son." Slade glared into her eyes.

"You may be the leader, but I am much stronger than you. He would have grown in my stomach if I didn't have things to do - his bond with his mother would have been stronger." Shiva said.

"But..." Slade gestured at the tank, "Since he isn't in your stomach the bond will not be as strong; he just might grow up to be a gun-lover like his old man instead of a sneak like his mother." Slade smirked at the scowl on Shiva's face.

"That shall not happen." Shiva swore.

"We shall see." Slade said.

Both of them just glared at each other, completely unaware of the sets of eyes gazing at them and the infant in the tank.

[End]

[remitheremit]

(MASSIVE WARNING: infant death, and characters death. Violence towards baby)

“Mama?” Blood should never litter hands so tiny, never should blood be seen by those tiny blue eyes- nativity filled them as she patted at her mothers face, unintentionally spreading her mothers blood.

Catelyn’s unresponsive corpse laid in a growing puddle of her own blood, spilling from the slit in her throat. Despite her limp form nothing was stronger but her arms holding her babe to her chest. Cat wanted nothing more in the seconds of her, and Robb’s- and Talia’s death then to save her child. Her sweet babe, her tiny (y/n). Months after Neds execution, and the relentless wars in the realm (y/n) and Cat only truly had each other. It wasn’t uncommon to see the babe wrapped to her mother chest as she bickered over war plans, or to see the two snuggled beneath the covers in their war tent.

What Cat did realize, was that their was no loyalty at this wedding, none that could save her babe. As a last stitch attempt she held (y/n) as close as possibly to her chest as if she could sink the babe inside of her- hiding her away before any violence befell against her.

Of course, it did. The appearance of a man above her and her mother took (y/n) off of attempting to get her mothers attention, to peering up at this stranger. The notice of the screams, blood, and not only her brothers corpse but hundreds scattered about the perimeter. Tears spurred down fast as he attempted to pry her from her mothers cold, dead arms- her last ditch attempt to save her daughter but instead of prying further the man was happy to do his duty in a uncomfortable position.

A rupturing shriek filled the air when he reached the dagger into (y/n) Stark chest- her tiny cavity that stood no more wider then a few inches. Once he pulled out the bloodied weapon the babe was silent, peering down he left the mother and daughter alone.