DC Legends of Tomorrow Imagines

Rip Hunter - Comfort

Ah, boy. You know that moment when you get endless ideas for stuff with your favourite character, and you can't write anything good for any others?...

Guess who's doing that right now?!

Anyway, I'm just gonna pour this oneshot straight onto the screen and hope it's okay. I'm really sorry for those with requests, but this may help me get ideas flowing. Kinda like a warm up, y'know? So, onto the story!

So, this is a platonic imagine, even if it doesn't really seem like it.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story has reference to death and dealing with said death. I don't know if this counts as a trigger warning, but I feel it should be on here

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(Name) and Rip were practically the definition of close. After all, when you've seen the end of the world with someone, and lived, how can you not be close to them? The two went back to training for the Time Masters. She had met him through Miranda, who was an extremely good family friend of hers. Of course, she accepted their relationship. She had no reason not to, though she did wish they'd be more discreet so as to not get themselves into trouble. The three became renowned as inseparable by all who knew them. And then, Savage hit. First he went for Rip's family, then (Name)'s. Her mother, father and sister, (Sister's Name (if you don't have one, her name is Cocoa)) were all brutally murdered. However, there was one difference between Rip and this girl. He hadn't been unfortunate enough to have to watch his loved ones perished. (Name) had heard their begs, screams, pleas. (Name) had heard every last desperate breath, every drop of blood that was spilt hit the ground. She had heard everything. And those sounds still haunted her to this day.

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It was what everyone had come to consider as night on the Waverider, and all was peaceful. Well, except for Rip's office. He was tearing up a whirlwind in there, becoming far too obsessed with finding the man who murdered his family in a specific time period. Despite it being what the clocks called 2am, the man continued to plunder his office for any hints to Vandal's whereabouts. With a groan, he sat in one of the armchairs, rubbing his temples. "Captain, I believe you shou-" "You believe I should rest because I appear to be the only one awake, yes, I know Gideon. But I just can't wrap my head around where this fiend may be," He cut the AI off in annoyance, running a hand through his already tousled hair. "Well, Captain Hunter, that statement is about to be disproven. Miss (Last Name) appears to be stirring due to her memories again," The robot corrected, causing Rip to let out a groan, "That aids me how, Gideon?" With a superior tone, said AI stated, "I believed, considering how close the pair of you are, that you would've wished to know when your friend is suffering. Also, I have noticed that both of your mental health levels are dwindling and neither of you wishes to speak about it; a vital movement for someone in your situation," A pause hung in the air before Hunter answered, "Yet again, you are right, Gideon,"

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After tossing and turning for 10 minutes, (Name) sat up, her bedsheets clinging to her squirming form and tears flowing freely down her face as she choked on sobs. She never allowed anyone to see her when she was this weak, so she would sit and sob every night, clinging to her legs - which she'd curl into her stomach - for some form of support. She wanted to scream, tear the walls down, beg for release from this hell of a reality, but she couldn't. And she refused to go to anyone, especially Rip, for aid. She had always been the strongest of the two and Miranda and Jonas dying had shattered the poor man. The last thing he needed was the worry of her insignificant fears and emotions resting on his shoulders. During her sob session, she heard a soft beep and sliding. Looking up, the broken girl met eyes with the man she'd been trying so desperately to hide this side of her from. Up until this point, Rip had still been rather annoyed at his lack of results surrounding Savage, but that all melted away once he saw the state of the only person he truly loved that was still alive. It melted away into guilt. Guilt of being so blind, of not being there for her. Silently, he crossed the room, (Name) still hiccuping on her tears, and sat on the bed next to her. He kicked his shoes off before curling up to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. The (Hair Colour) haired girl was stunned for a moment before hugging his torso tightly, letting herself sob again. Rip sighed sadly, gently rubbing her shoulder with his thumb before wrapping his other arm around her waist and pulling her closer. He twisted how he was sat so her was now curled around her and gently laid down, pulling the girl with him as he attempted to calm her. Then, suddenly, everything came pouring out.

"I miss them, Rip. I miss my mum, I miss my dad, I miss (Sister's Name/Cocoa), I miss Miranda, I-I miss Jonas..." (Name) sobbed into the Brit's chest, which he allowed. He tensed at the mention of his wife and child, however, looking down at the shaking girl in his arms as she tilted her head up to see him. Suddenly, her cautious whisper was heard. "I miss the people we used to be..." She let more tears flow freely as soon as she'd said that. Struggling himself, Rip gently placed a hand on her cheek and wiped the tears away, "Me too, (Name)...Me t-too..." All it took was that one voice quiver and he was set off, tears slipping from his eyes, "I-I wish we could just go back to those days in training, where all we cared about was each other. I hate this...I h-have a bloody time ship, and I still can't save my family! I-It's pathetic, because I can't even do my twatting job!" He snapped tearfully, losing his filter over his emotions. (Name) let out a humourless laugh, reaching up and swiping his tears away, though she left her hands on his face and shifted so their foreheads were against one another's and spoke quietly. "Then I guess that makes us two p-pathetic slackers, huh?" She asked, a sad grin on her face. Rip chuckled weakly in response and laid one of his hands atop hers, running his thumb across her knuckles and replying, "I guess it does,"

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And from above, a woman smiled softly, soft hair tumbling down her back and white gown floating softly in a nonexistent breeze. A young boy, wide eyes full of curiosity, sat on her hip, supported by her arm. The woman held grand, curved wings with only the purest of feathers to cover them, the boy with a smaller pair of his own. The woman let out a soft sigh glancing over her shoulder as three figures approached her. A make and two female. The man had a pair of more pointed but still pristinely feathered wings, whereas the woman who was with him's were much more arched. The young girl had (Hair Colour) hair cascading down to her hips and small but arched fluffy wings and was holding the woman's hand, peering at the scene below them. The two women and men gave each other a knowing smile before joining hands; the newcoming woman in the middle, with the original woman on one side and the man on the other. The young girl took the man's free hand, holding her other out to the small boy, who gently took it. They stood in a peaceful silence.

"Mama, what's happening? Why are you all smiling?"

"Well, my child, you see..."

"We're smiling because we're extremely happy,"

"Papa, how can you be happy when they're so upset over us!?"

"Because, dear daughter of ours,"

"They've finally realised just how much they need each other,"

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Phew, that took, like, two and a half hours straight of writing! I mean, damn, I'm impressed with myself! So, I hope you liked that! It was supposed to be a warm up piece, but I think all that did is make me more tired 😂 Then again, it is three in the morning. So, that's all for now! masloforever1's request is up next so stay tuned! Bye for noooow!