Saw someone mention a bloody Mary au where Adrian finds Simon before Grace & Rocky return, and frankly I need to take a crack at writing it. Because simon being the one who needs the translator to talk to them, and he ends up learning Eridian super fast. Hes a silly little engineer and Adrian thinks about their mate every time they looks at him.
This would also be perfect for a physically stable and healthy Simon and Grace on the edge of death from malnutrition. Rocky panicking as soon as he in radio distance like "Hey guys, picked up a random alien human and he needs food I need us to syntheâ"
"Yeah we have it already,"
"What?"
"Adrian found a human 2 years ago. We have everything,"
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Hyrule is a strong, stubborn individual and yet you are able to reduce him to putty with little more than a smile. This is a fact you enjoy taking advantage of, especially when you have the time to indulge in quality time together.
Tonight the fact Hyrule becomes putty at your whims leads to him giggling as you pepper kisses all across his face, using his freckles as a guide of sorts.
"Honeybee!" Hyrule gasps as you press a kiss to the space between his brows.
"Hm?" you hum in question.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"Giving you kisses, of course," you smile, pulling away to meet his gaze.
Hyrule is blushing, cheeks and tips of his ears alike a fun pink. "You don't have to do that..."
"I want to, you have a very kissable face," you inform him happily.
"Oh! I- You-!"
You laugh a little before you press a kiss to his lips. You know good and well to expect pay back later, Hyrule always gives as good as he gets if not better... but for now you will enjoy making him a melty, blushing puddle of hero.
Oh god, I don't think I've ever written this kind of thing before. I apologize if it's bad. I'm not sure if I'll write more yandre stuff either, lol. This idea wouldn't leave me alone.
This was written on this blog because yandere content is darker. Nothing graphic though.
I wrote this with a particular feel in mind. I always figured if someone is yandere it would mess with all their relationships, so have... whatever this is.
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Okay first if all: my interpretation of this is based on my own thoughts. I think if the chain is yandre for reader they are (platonic!!) Yandere for Eachother. They are family, they don't share with anyone that isn't family. (They can't lose anymore family dear god)
It's easy, to settle into the chain. You aren't a chosen hero but you are quick to patch them up or help with chores.
It starts little.
You notice how oddly protective the chain are over eachother versus others.
You notice how possessive of eachother they are. (No one outside thier group is ALLOWED too close...)
The extra viciousness in Hyrules fighting if one if the others are hurt.
The dark look that crosses Wind's face when someone oversteps Warriors boundaries.
You notice how Time keeps a intimidation air that betrays the violence he's capable of in front of others
They're pleasant enough to outsiders (unless provoked)
They're nice to you. Patient because they remember being pulled inti some adventure they didn't want or plan on
But there's something between the chain that you aren't part of. Yet.
You see it in the way you accident say the wring thing to Hyrule and get growled at by Twilight. You Apologize immediately are already trying to make it up
Then one day there's a shift.
It starts with Wind. He's the most open of the group. He starts dragging you away from people that make you uncomfortable with a dark glare at them
The sailor starts to bring you rocks or trinkets he finds that remind him of you
He brings you a necklace (to mark you as his- as his FAMILY. He can't lose you. He can't let someone think you Aren't his family-)
Wear it. It delights the boy.
The others... are slower but because Wind took a shine to you you are now officially higher up the priorities than like anyone outside the chain. Congrats!
The second to decide you are thiers is Time. It's an accident. He doesn't mean to fall for you he just does- watching you with Wind and watch you in genral-
Time is your's a week after you were claimed by Wind.
The old man is subtler. He's a calm protector at your back who can send creep running with a glance.
He starts to pay lore attention to if you're doing okay mentally.
Time starts to trust you. He trusts you alone. He trusts you with rhe orhers
Time trusts you to start taking watches
He starts placing you at the same level as his boys (and maybe even above as he grows more attached. They are his Family but you? You are his soul-)
Twilight is next to claim you. He falls hard and fast. He dosenât realize he's decided your his darling until way after.
He starts wrapping an arm around you on the road
You get unlimited Wolfie cuddles
Twilight is always offering to do your chores if you show even a litter discomfort
He's quick to offer you his pelt any chance her gets. He needs you to smell like all of them but also like him
You're thiers. You're his!
Sky and Hyrule come next.
Sky dosenât fall for you he walks. He walks into love with you.
You're his sun.
His stars
His world
Sky takes to playing music for you on his harp
He's quick to cheer you up with gentle words and warm smiles
He's making sure you have comfortable bedding (why not just use his?
Sky is a cuddler
He stakes a claim over you through your choice. When outside the chain (outside the Family- the only people that matter) he know you will chose him
He gives you one of his loftwing's feathers too. That's special
Hyrule is sweet. He is! He just... is also Fae
Once he Chooses someone as his (in any capacity)... there is nothing that changes his mind. He'd kill for them. Die for them. He would endure torture for them
Hyrule marks you with his magic. He starts to make you Promises (a dangerous game). He Promises to keep you alive.
Hyrule is healing you before anyone else
He will grow your favorite plants
He's very good with poisons :) should you need someone handled
Warriors is next.
The moment he's decided your not just thiers bur his?
He's gifting you anything you stare longingly at
He will lend you his scarf at a moment's notice
He's strategizing to have you far away from danger.
Wars tries so hard to not be obsessive but he is. He IS.
He's trying to get you to use his soaps or lotions
He must get told you appreciate/love him at least 3 times a day for mental health
If someone oversteps around you, or worse tries to take you? Warriors will have thier personal lives torn to shreds with a single rumor
Death is still on the table but he prefers the psychological aspect
Four is next to fall. He's- calm on the outside and intense inside.
He's repairing your things before anyone elses
Wants you to have his kid(s) (or adopt depending on anatomy and your own preferences)... he could live without kids he just thinks you'd be so cute with kids
He will make you jewlry/weapons as a claim
He's got the minish leaving trinkets for you to find on his behalf.
Four is always trying to anticipate your needs
If he needs to... handle someone? Well... they just dissapear.
The colors? Oh the colors.
(Vio and Blue are reserved, they're the ones that handle people. They're sweet but only to the select group that is Thiers.
Green and Red are the ones to comfort you with kisses and words and distract you.)
Legend comes next, having fought against this as long as he can. He dosenât want another person to lobe who could leave. (His New Familh is enough risk)
Except you're perfect
He's sliding protection rings onto you
He's pressing against you in the cold
Legend let's you do as you please, he returns hugs easily
He's quick to scare off jerks with the look in his eyes
You're his- hishishis--
Legend is just about always teasing you but only playfully (God help anyone else that isn't part of What's His that tries-)
He disposes of pests with fire.
Wild is last. Not because he loves you less but because he is scared about rejection.
He starts making your favorite food on purpose
You get bigger portions if you wnat them
You can have his desert
He will bring you gem stones
Show you fireflies
He has albums and albums if pictures of you
He's fearl, if he has to dispose of someone... it makes the news.
He's going to be clingy he's lost so much what if he forgets you one day?
The chain as a whole decides you ate the most important thing. It's you, then them, then the Zeldas, then thier fitness, then everyone else
And because I think it's a cool dynamic, why not have reader be a little yandre too?
You probably know what they are, that they're like this. So devoted to you
You know that they can't bate to lose the family they made (they have schedules and rules to help mitigate jealousy among them)
A continuation of @skyloftian-nutcase's HC snippet Honor Walk, and her response to this ask.
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Wild stepped out of the elevator, joining the crowd lining the hallway. The doors to the ICU unit stood at the other end of the hall, where people kept casting expectant glances. The quiet murmuring among them was silenced as the doors swung open, and the Honor Walk began.
The donor patient was lying still in her bed, resting for what would be the last time, unaware of the people gathered to honor her life, and the life she would be gifting to others. She was escorted by her care team and family, the people who had stayed by her side and fought to save her, until there was nothing more to be done.
Everyone was silent as the patient was pushed out of the unit, many dipping their heads in respect. A multi-colored scrub cap caught Wildâs eye, drawing him to the one he had come to support. Four had been run ragged since the patientâs admission, and Wild knew it hurt him to have been unable to save them.
Their eyes briefly locked as Four looked back up from the monitor he was tending. The nurseâs eyes were glistening and red, having been fighting back tears during the procession. Wild gave a small smile and dip of his head. Four gave a small smile in return, before having to look away as the wetness in his eyes burned hotter.
Then they were gone, rounding the corner that lead to the OR, leaving a void in their path. Everyone attending knew it was there where she would be given a rest this world could not offer.
After a few more moments the assembly began to break up, everyone dispersing to return to their units and assignments.
Wild trailed behind the crowd, Fourâs face burned into his mindâs eye. His next breath trembled and his clasped hands held tighter as they began to shake. Hurriedly he rushed into one of the unoccupied family waiting rooms, harshly sitting himself down as he began to fall apart.
The room was silent, but the sounds of the hospital buzzed in his ears. The soft beeping of monitors, the hum of equipment, an alarm of some kind or another going off. His hands unclasped, feeling restrained, and grabbed for the IV and tape on his arm that wasnât there. The soft lights of the family room suddenly seemed harsh and fluorescent. And amidst all of it, Four still stood in front of him, unshed tears in his eyes as he diligently tended to him.
Wild had been that patient. Wild had gotten lucky; heâd survived. The girl being honored today hadnât. Four had been on the verge of breakdown during her Honor Walk. She would never know, that someone she would consider a stranger, would mourn for them. Simply because she was a person, and a life had been lost.
âThat could have been me. I could have been the one lying in that bed dying.â
To have such an impact on a strangerâs life⌠He couldnât imagine how the family had felt, losing a loved one, if even a stranger could grieve for them.
âThat could have been me.â
He saw Twilightâs face, Skyâs, Wind and the others. Tear stained and afraid as they sat at his bedside, talking to him and whispering assurances, trying to comfort him as much as themselves.
He recalled, in his brief moments of awareness amidst the sedation, the tube in his throat, the pressure of something in his skull. The same devices heâd seen on the girl that had passed by just minutes ago.
âThat could have been me.â
The cushion dipped, startling him out of his thoughts as a familiar colorful hat came to rest beside his shoulder, and an arm reached up to cradle his back and put firm pressure on his other shoulder.
âThat could have been me.â
âBut it wasnât.â
âThank you.â Fourâs voice was quiet, a slight wobble to those simple two words.
âAnytime, Four.â Wild returned the one armed hug, squeezing the smaller male into his side, before huffing out a laugh. ââŚDang my guardian angel is working on freaking overtime. Sorry, buddy.â
Four snorted a strangled laugh, pushing away to swat at Wild.
Pairing: Sirius Black x Potter! Reader (Jame's sibling)
Rating: T
Fandom: Harry potter/ the marauders
Warnings: implied/ referenced abuse, injuries
Other: If I missed anything, please let me know.
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You like to think that very few things can surprise you these days, between your friend group, prank wars, and an interest in healing- you've seen a lot.
And usually? You're right, most things don't surprise you.
But when you hear a knock on your bedroom door - well, you know something is wrong.
You look up from your book and put your notes aside. "What's up?"
James cracks your door and sticks his head in. He looks scared. "Mom needs you to come downstairs... It's Sirius."
"What?!"
You're on your feet before you can register the words.
"He's run away."
"Oh merlin." You manage with a frown.
James steps aside and you rush past him and down your stairs to the living room. Each step sounds far away and you can barley fathom the passage of time.
Sirius is here. Something is wrong. You're almost positive he's hurt.
(You almost think he's holding something, but that detail is lost to your emotions.)
Your mother kneels over a shaking human form that is slumped in the floor. And your heart shatters.
"Sirius?!" You call, skidding to a stop beside Ephie.
"He's- unconscious... It's a miracle he made it here." Ephie says gently, her eyes clouded as she works on healing him via old wandless magic taught in your family.
"Let me help." You say as you fall to your knees beside her.
You hold your hands out and focus everything you have- everything you have ever had- into healing.
You imagine an unseen hand mending every wrong Sirius has experience. How he will smile at you later.
And you don't feel the tears until you've shaking.
Monty sets a hand on your shoulder, "He's going to he okay. He's healed. He just needs rest, darling."
You look up at Monty, and you can't make words come out.
Ephie stands, and picks Sirius up. "I'll put him to bed."
You watch as your mother takes Sirius up the stairs and to a guest room- but you stay downstairs. You need a minute to breathe.
You are almost positive about what's happened. You know who did this. And you have go remind yourself that you should not go make sure that Walaburga pays.
But the wrath you feel at the knowledge that Sirius is hurt and his mother has caused it... well, it's certainly there.
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Sirius wakes up with an ache all over, and someone's arms holding him close. Their face is in his chest, and he canât imagine who woukd be so close to him.
He blinks away the sleep and then looks down to find you.
Oh.
You're the one holding him - he vaugley remembers your panicked face over him last night.
Sirius readjusts so that he's holding you too.
"(Y/n)." He croaks out, voice only half working.
You stiffen at first. After a moment you look up, finding his face healed. "Sirius?"
"Thank you." He says softly.
"Of course- I'd do anything for you." You say, and the words are frighteningly true.
Sirius just presses a kiss to the crown of your head. Words aren't exactly coming easily to him.
But this feels right.
You just settle back down.
Both of you are happy just to hold eachother for now.
Later, Sirius will look for the violets he brought for you. But for now he's happy to be right here.
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Thank you all so much for the kind comments and support I've received tonight. The past year has been really hard for me writing-wise and it means a lot to know that there really are people out there who love the things I create, even if they aren't where I am right now. I mean it when I say that it made me cry.
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Summary: When Ivy Wayne wakes up in her past, she is given the chance to change things for the better. She takes it because she wants to do better this time.
Warnings: Time travel, multiple timelines, cursing,
Other: Ivy Wayne is an oc, Danny Fenton is Damian's twin
Series masterpost
When given another chance, Ivy Wayne takes it with both hands and runs. She's not unhappy with her life, but she could do better if given a re-do, as most people could. Unlike most people, she seems to get a re-do.
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Ivy knew this morning she was going to have a weird day. She woke up with one of those premonition headaches that mean trouble.
Then she went and got into a fight all alone, got gassed, and watched the world turn black.
She wakes up at fourteen in her room, both of her baby brothers in her bed. She's smaller than she remembers, less pain than there should be.
Odd.
Danyl is in the middle, Damian on his right. The twins are asleep in her bed, clinging to eachother and her.
They are safe.
And also apparently four.
This is weird. But she can adjust.
She needs a plan. If she can get a message to her family she can get the all out. Maybe she can speak to mother.
At this point, she can't say. But she knows her mother loves them as much as she can.
She knows that the night she faked her brother's death- her mom asked very few questions.
She needs to send them to their own rooms soon. She supposedly "babies" them far more than she's supposed to. But really, children need affection and love.
She takes another minute or so though. She basks in having both of them here again. She enjoys how warm and real they are.
She misses them at this age- after she faked Danyal's death they never saw him again. She's not even sure he got away. But he escaped their grandfather.
She looks to Damian, who has his little fist bunched up in his twins shirt. He has Bruce's nose- from before the many breaks of their father's nose.
Danyal clings to her, his long lashes rest against his cheek. He has freckles that are faint, but they are there all the same. He has a sharper nose than his twin.
She rouses them gently, whispering words of love before she sends them off. She kisses their heads and smiles softly as they sneak out.
Her boys.
Her baby brothers.
She takes a slow breath as she tries to remember what lead up to this.
There had been the morning headache she's learned is really premonition...
And then...
Ivy had been fighting a new villain before she passed out from a new gas, and then she woke up here. She'd watched the world go black- had someone yelled?
She had been alone though.
Things aren't connecting right- but she's unable to deny the warmth and swell in her heart when she sees her baby brothers so young.
She stands, stretching her arms above her head. She's sore- and her back pulls against long, thick scabs.
She wouldn't say she missed this. The whip always leaves such ugly scars.
So far, her working theory is time travel of some sort or perhaps dimension hopping. But so far it looks like she is familiar enough to not be terrifying for her.
She dresses, strapping weapons to herself as easily as she always has. Growing up with the Bat as her father and the being in the leauge has left her fond of many weapons at all times.
She has siblings to protect.
There is a knock at her door, "Ivy?"
Ivy opens the door, finding her mom. She just tilts her head, "Mother."
"Your training has been pushed forward today, join me in the training room in ten minutes."
"Yes, mother."
Talia dosenât smile, she doesn't frown either. She just turns on her heel, satisfied with the conversation.
Ivy grabs her own katana, and sweeps down the hallway.
She goes to the kitchens to grab a small hunk of cheese and bread, eating quickly. She's always hated fighting hungry.
She makes it to the training room in time, a whole minute to spare even.
It's laughable, how easy she falls into old habits. She's careful to control her movements, maintaining the hesitancy she remembers from before. She had always been so scared to truly hurt those she loves.
She loses, of course she does, but she dosenât fail. She lasts a goof twenty minutes before she's beaten. And she could probably win with her honest skill but she's not supposed to have that yet.
"You did better than last time." Talia says as she stares down at her daughter, a bright air around her.
"I have been training."
"It shows." Talia almost smiles, lips twitching as she removes her foot from her daughter's chest, sword falling to the side.
Ivy stands, brushing herself off easily. "I am glad it's noticeable."
Talia just stares at her. Something unreadable passes her face, a funny pinch in her elegant brows.
"You improved so much the span of three days, you doubled your standard time."
Ivy tries her best to stifle the urge to preen at that. She instead tries to figure out a better response than 'whoops'.
She stares at her mother, searching the calm face for help. She takes a slow breath, "I have been training hard?"
It was supposed to be a statement, unfortunately it comes out as a question.
"Try again. The truth this time."
Ivy sighs slowly. The truth? She couldn't say for sure what that is, but her best guess is timetravel. Though how she explains that she doesn't know.
Talia just waits.
"I don't know what caused it... but I would bet money I was sent back into time."
"That makes very little sense."
"I don't know what happened, but yesterday I was twenty and in Gotham. Today I'm fourteen and here."
Talia stares at her, looking as though she wonders if her daughter is loosing her mind. Which would be a fair sentiment.
"You're serious."
"Let's go again, I won't hold back."
"You held back?" Talia snorts.
Ivy just raises a brow. She was holding back, even if she's a little weaker now than she remembers she has far better training and instincts drilled into her mind.
Talia lunges and Ivy dodges. This time, it's quicker paced, each moving with grace and speed deadly to others.
Ivy, ducks, weaves, hits, and uses her powers. She sends bolts of her sheild energy with precision. She beats her mother, seven minutes in.
Foot on her mother's chest, sword to the woman's throat, Ivy smiles. "Do you believe me now, mother?
Talia blinks up at her, looking literally and figuratively floored. "That- is new."
Ivy backs up.
"You said you were in Gotham, was the leauge-"
"I left the leauge when you had to stop grandfather."
"Oh?"
"We need to talk later. I need your help, and our intrests align nicely." Ivy says simply, putting her katana away and folding her arms.
"They do?"
"It protects the boys."
"I see." Talia brushes her self off.
Ivy just watches. She has half of several plans. With a little more time, she'll have solid plans. With a little more time, she'll get them all out.
"Perhaps in a few days we can have tea to discuss." Talia offers.
"If you have time, I would love that."
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A week passes before Ivy and Talia are able to truly get away far enough to talk. Really talk.
They settle in a secluded part of Talia's wing, tea steaming on the table.
"You're from the future. "
"A version of it. I need your help to straighten things out."
"How?"
"Grandfather will go too far, he gets to the point he wants Danyal dead and you too. He wants to take all weakness from Damian."
"Oh. Is that so?"
"You lost Danyal in my time. I think you know where I'm going with this."
"Would it work?"
"Of course it would. Dad is protective- and I think we both know I will stop at nothing to protect my brothers."
"I'm not sure-"
"You are no coward, mother. You are not weak or stupid. If you do as I suggest you can avoid the danger to your son's, and gain power."
"Are you so sure you would risk staging a coup? You are far improved, but you are still young."
"I will help plan, but any mutiny is your prerogative. But your children will be safer with you in power and them in Gotham."
"I donât like that idea of you three so far."
"I don't like the idea of being backed into attending Danyal's funeral. Again."
"Azizi." Talia says, "Tell me, does Bruce raise my boys well?"
"Bruce loves his sons. They're better off living with dad full time, but if you take power and initiative he will be happy to co parent."
"And are you okay to go back?"
"Mother, Gotham is my home."
Talia sighs slowly, "Let me think."
"I will."
"You're very brave, my little moon."
Ivy smiles softly, unrestrained as she does. Her voice is soft, "Thank you, mother."
"You know I could inform father about this, your goading and your knowledge. You should know that conspiracy has a heavy price."
"I do."
"And you took the risk."
"It's for my family, I'll take any risk."
"I'll do it. But it will take time."
"Thank you." Ivy says.
She means it too. She'd expected a harder sell.
Talia just watches her, the woman's green eyes, much too like Damian's. She seems to be searching for something- but Ivy dosenât know what.
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Bruce is surprised to get another letter so soon, usually he only gets letters from his daughter every four months. He just got one last week, so the letter is strange.
Dear dad,
I have a lot to explain, first of all you have two sons mother has kept hidden. They are twins, Danyal and Damian.
Second, mother is working on taking control of the leauge. Which is long over due if I do say so myself, and I do.
Thirdly, my brothers and I will be coming home at a date mother provides later. She needs to focus on the takeover and we will be safer at the manor.
Lastly, I miss you and please tell the others I love and miss them. It has been hard to he far away from you. I have had to make changes to survive in the leauge, and sometimes wonder if you could still accept me.
Anyway, I donât know when I'll be home but I will be. Mom will tell you more. I'm sorry to dump this all on you, but I wanted to prepare you.
The twins are five, and highly trained for their age. They have been trained by the leaige to be heirs for the last three years and are used to a high station.
I have been their gaurd since I got here, and I think you'll love them. They aren't super well socializedbut they are kind.
Damian has green eyes and loves animals. He's a literal genius who picks things very quickly and is very protective of those he loves. He dosenât trust easily, and he seems to enjoy art when he can do it.
His favorite colors are green and black, he loves swords, and he would love to have a diagram of any animals. If you're setting up his room, he wants his bed to allow him to see all entrances.
Danyal loves the stars, so much that I've taken time to teach him constellations and their stories. He's a little more trusting and a little softer. He has asked to learn more about space, but I think the books at home will help.
His favorite colors are blue and grey, he loves mythology, and would love to have glow in the dark stars. If you're setting up his room, he likes to have a nest of sorts in the closet to feel safe.
They have been raised only in violence, and taught that killing is not only okay but expected. They have killed, but they don't know better. I have done my best but you know as well as I do that nothing I do will stop what they've been taught. So I've taught them not to be cruel with it. Which is not necessarily enough but better than nothing.
I know this is a lot of information and I'm sorry, I also wish I had more. I'll see you as soon as I can, I love you.
Lots of love,
Ivy
Bruce just stares for a moment or two. The words swim in his mind, knowledge almost choking him with the weight of it.
His baby girl is coming home.
He has twin boys he's never heard of, raised in the leauge. The young children have killed.
His daughter has been in the leauge for two years now, and has possibly killed. She's a gaudd to the heir(s?) Of Ra's.
He can't feel disappointment in the children, circumstances allowed little choice and she has taught them not to be cruel. Which is better than anyone else has done.
He can teach the boys, and he can let his daughter relearn kindness.
He can't believe Talia, hiding all of this. Raising children to kill. Likely forcing his sweet girl to kill, so she survives.
He will not begrudge his daughter, he knows how ruthless the leauge is. It's what she chooses when she's home that will determine things.
"Master Bruce?" Alfred asks.
"I have twin boys. And their coming home with Ivy eventually." Bruce turns with wide eyes.
"Oh, dear. I suppose I have rooms to prepare."
"Ivy left information for that." Bruce says, holding out the letter with trembling hands.
"Very good, thank you." Alfred says as he takes it gently in his gloved fiingers.
Bruce let's go with a frown. "Alfred... she's coming home."
"I know."
"Talia hid children from me."
"She did." Alfred says softly. "But you're going to meet them."
