ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

Dad-ler to the rescue

Ok but hear me out-

Words: 807

Pronouns: They/Them

(Y/n)'s adopted here lol

and like, 15-16

warning for blood n stuff, general translations at the bottom.

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Sims was stressed. Why you ask? Well, Adler's kid, (Y/n), was missing. Last thing they said before they left the safehouse was they were going on a walk.

And now its been 2 hours.

And Adler would be back any minute no-

Oh shit.

The back door opened as several footsteps walked in, one voice speaking up. 

"(Y/n), We're back, I got that drink you were talkin' about," Adler said walking around, looking for you. Ever since he found you after an attack, he took you in, raising you as if you were his own kid. Teaching you basic fighting techniques and how to defend yourself. That was about 6 years ago. After a bit of walking around to no avail, he stopped over by where Sims was sitting, his leg bouncing nervously. "Hey Sims, where did (Y/n) go? They aren't in the Safehouse." He said. Sims swallowed and crossed his arms in, a habit he had picked up a while back. "They uh, said they were goin' for a walk,"

"And how long ago was that?"

"J-just over 2 hours-"

Adler's demeanor changed immediately from concerned to angry. "2 hours. 2 hours?! And you didn't think to go look for them?!" He said raising his voice slightly. Adler rarely ever did that. taking a breath, he spoke a bit more calmly. "You said they went on a walk, right? Maybe they just got lost, lets go out and find them. It'll be fine."

Now its been 2 weeks.

And they were still missing.

Adler was a mess. He paced a lot, there was the continuous mumbling that worried everyone, and he barely slept. That was, until, a video tape showed up at the door. 

"Adler, I think I found something of yours,"

Stitch

Stitch stepped out of the way of the camera to reveal you, sat in a metal chair, tied up, your head hung low. Stitch looked over at you, stepping behind the chair. Grabbing the top of your head, he pulled your head up to show your face, a large bruise over your eye and cheek, some blood running down your face from your nose. You looked exhausted. "Go ahead, беда*, got anything to say?" Locking eyes with the camera, you shakily breathed in before coughing, then speaking.

"Operation Bright Star ist in vollem gange, Adler, Tritt leicht auf."**

Stitch became enraged after that, throwing your head down roughly. "You better hurry up, Adler, I don't know how much longer they'll last." He said, brandishing a pistol and shooting their calf, them letting out a strangled groan mixed with a scream, the tape ending there.

Now he wasn't just angry.

He was pissed.

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The double doors to the iced over building were kicked open, the group that walked in consisted of Mason, Woods, and of course, Adler. They stormed in, and heard shouting. Your shouting. 

"HELP! ANYONE, HELP!"

Sprinting down the halls, they came upon a large empty room, several large windows looking over the edge of a cliff. Stitch stood there, one arm wrapped around you, with a cassette player in his other hand, your arms tied behind your back. The tape recorder played the same clip of your voice calling for help, over and over again before he hit stop. "Adler! I was starting to think you wouldn't show-"

"What do you want, Vikhor."

Stitch's face morphed into one of surprise at hearing his name. "Now now, Adler, we wouldn't want to do anything to..."

He pulled out a gun, holding to your head. Adler could tell you weren't trying to show anything, but you were nervous.

"...Drastic, now would we?"

Stitch started a monologue about god knows what, but Adler was watching you. He knew you had a plan, and just needed an opportunity.

And this was it.

You snuck your hands back carefully, finding one of the holsters that held a small knife. Grabbing it, you carefully set the knife against the rope, cutting through them. Right as they fell, you swiped your hand up to move the gun away from your face. Sure, you weren't the strongest, but you caught him off guard.

And that was all you needed.

Taking the butt end of the knife, you hit him in the head as hard as you could. He stumbled, but wasn't knocked out. You started to fall, Adler catching you as Woods and Mason knocked Stitch out. 

Adler held onto you as you struggled to stand, checking over for any other wounds. "Are you ok? What am I saying, of course you're not, you got shot for fucks sake-"

You cut off his rambling with a hug. "I'm fine, Dad, lets just get out of here-"

"Did you just call me Dad?"

"Yes I did, can we please get out of here? Everything's cold and I'm really tired."

"Sure thing Kiddo. Just rest. We'll treat your wounds in the bird."

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*Trouble

**Operation Bright Star is a go, Adler, Tread lightly.

(Operation Bright Star - Medical Emergency, Urgent Assistance Required.)