wriothesley, who watches you slowly drift off to sleep while holding your son tightly. the two of you are completely knocked out, your hair disheveled with the same sleeping-with-mouth-slightly-open face as your son's. it's adorable – your son holds his doggy plush close to him, and you hold your son close to you – is your son your version of a doggy plush?, wriothesley wonders. it should be him instead maybe all those naptime games helped your son & you a little bit too much.
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(Billy rescues his estranged daughter from a vought facility)
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Your father was complicated... To say the least. You missed the old him some days, the him that was actually a good father and a good husband. After Becca was taken he took a turn, he shoves you to the side to live with relatives and went galavanting off to kill supes. You hadn't spoken to him since then, that was nine years ago. You were nineteen now and...different. Billy probably thought you were living a great life with a stable family, but that was far from the truth. Five years ago you were taken from your uncle and injected with V. You'd become the very thing your father was fighting against. You were one of the lucky experiments, some died or God forbid got a terrible and disgusting power. Thankfully for you it was just shape shifting. Yes, it hurt and felt like your entire body was breaking when you did it, but it was better then...some.
You were sitting in a tiny cell with your back against the wall and your knees to your chest. The door opened and the last person you expected to see was your father. He had a gun in his hand and looked down at you. 'Get up, kid.'
'Why the fuck are you here?'
'Saving your ass, get up,' he growled. You rolled your eyes and stood up. He looked at the collar around your neck. 'You're one of them,' he said.
'Yep, got something to say?'
'Nothin... Let's get going,' he grumbled. You rolled your eyes and followed him out of the cell and through the hallways to see dead bodies. 'Don't look at em,' he muttered.
'I've seen dead people before,' you said. You followed him out of the facility and into a van. You sat down and stared at him as the van sped off.
'You look different,' he grumbled.
'Well, it's been nine years, William.'
'That's fair, I suppose. What happened to uncle Lenny?' he asked.
'I don't know. He was an abusive drug addict who was probably glad I got kidnapped.'
'Abusive? Drugs? Lenny was as bloody straight as they come,' he said in shock.
'Yeah, well after his wife left with the kids but not me he turned to drugs,' you muttered as you looked away from him.
'Fuckin hell, I had no clue.'
'Yeah hard to know what's going on when you neglect your own daughter,' you whispered.
'I've been busy,' he said. You rolled your eyes and didn't dare look at him.
'Yeah me too. Sorry I couldn't call dad too busy getting experimented on and turned into a supe,' you retorted. Everything went silent for a moment before he spoke up again.
'What power have you got?'
'Shape shifting...' you muttered.
'That could definitely be useful.'
'Useful? Seriously? You see your daughter, the last bit of your dead wife for the first time in nine years and you're thinking of how you can use me? You know when you gave me away I held onto so much hope you would come back. Every fucking night I would wait by my window and watch the fucking driveway hoping I would see you,' you said as you sat up straight and looked at him. He groaned and rubbed his face.
'You were better off without me,' he said.
'Oh yeah, and look how that worked out.'
'We can talk later... Let's just get back to the base.'
You made it back to the boys base and Billy introduced you to everyone but you couldn't care less. You pushed past them and went to the first bed you saw. Hughie spoke up. 'That's uh...my bed.' You slammed the door closed and Billy sighed.
'Just let her sleep it off. She's a bloody teenager after all.'
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After abour four hours Billy entered Hughie's room and stared in shock when he saw his dead wife sleeping. You slowly woke up and looked at Billy. 'What's wrong?'
'What the fuck is wrong with you?' he growled. You looked at him in confusion before you glanced down to see your mother's hands.
'Shit... Get out!' you shouted as you shoved him out and slammed the door. You heard him slamming his hands against the door as you looked in the mirror to see your mother. 'Dammit...' you whispered as you closed your eyes and tried to shift back.
'You better have a good fucking excuse, Y/N!'
You finally shifted back and opened the door, you looked at your father with guilt. 'It was an accident.'
'An accident? You just so happened to shift into my dead wife?'
'Your dead wife? Do you mean my mother? Oh right her death just effected you and no one else!' you shouted. He grabbed your arm roughly and glared at you.
'Why the fuck were you shifted as her?' he growled.
'I do it in my sleep by accident sometimes...'
'Have you ever shifted into her on purpose?' he asked. His grip loosened a little.
'Yes...'
'And why the hell would you do that? Did becoming a supe make you sick in the head?' he asked. You ripped your arm away from him.
'No! It was so I could see my dead mother when I had no one! When I was sobbing my eyes out and begging for my parents... I would change into her in front of a mirror, just to see her,' you whispered. Billy sighed and looked away from you as he began to pace in front of you.
'Do you not see how fucked that is, Y/N?'
'Seriously? That's all you have to say?' you asked. He looked at you and could see pure disappointment in your eyes. You sighed when he didn't say anything. 'I'm going to get pizza.' Suddenly he grabbed your arm and pulled you back.
'We just rescued you from a Vought facility and you want to go out there?'
'Yeah well maybe I prefer being there then with you,' you said. He could see how exhausted and hurt you were.
'What, you want me to say I'm sorry? You want me to say I'm sorry for avenging my wife? Looking for her?'
'Yes! Because why did I stop meaning anything to you! I lost my mother, William! You loved me... You loved me so much, you were my Dad. You did everything for me, my birthdays, rocking me back to sleep when I had nightmares, pretending to fight monsters under my bed. Then suddenly I was just this kid you once knew. My mother died...and so did my dad. You're not the man who raised me,' you said with tears in your eyes. Billy let go of your arm and closed his eyes.
'You're right... That man you knew as your dad is long gone. He died along with Becca, but the man I am now the messy, drunk, fucked up idiot of a man... Well, he's going to try his best to protect you. Maybe I can't be your dad again, but I can certainly keep you safe...or try my best to,' he said. You began to cry as you looked away. Billy looked at you sadly and stepped forward. 'I ain't letting you go back to that hell.'
You spun around and leaped into his arms. He stumbled a little before he held you tightly. He heard your pained sobbing and felt what was left of his heart break. He held you tightly and stroked your hair. 'I've got you... I've got you, kid.'
'I miss her... I missed you,' you whispered through your choked sobs.
'I know, baby girl. I know. I'm here now, I'm here.'
I do not baby Tim like the fandom does, making him weak and defenceless, I baby him like a mother of his that I am, with my motherly, caring instincts cause he is INDEED LITERALLY my BABY.
