Perhaps teleporting right into the middle of the living room was a bad idea
[Neutral POV]
Dark, Erik, Wilford and [y/n] arrived at the apartment and found themselves resting in the middle of a now quiet living room. There were five men resting on three couches sitting around a rug. There were three people on the largest couch of three spots that sat across from a TV. There were two side couches, both with one male on them with another one seat.
The male on the left most couch had purple hair that covered his left eye. His face and what was visible of his skin was covered in scars and stitches. He had pale white, almost gray tinted, skin, silvery eyes and a shaved face. He wore a black and purple striped sweat and black sweatpants.
The male on the left cushion on the largest couch looked a bit older. He had piercing green eyes and messy blue hair. He had tanner skin, as if he was out a lot. He had a slight beard growing in, but it was relatively tame. He wore a red jacket, in which his hands were stuffed in the pockets of, and torn blue jeans.
The male on the middle cushion looked a bit older than the last. He had silky blue green hair and soft sapphire eyes. He was pale like the first and was growing in a sweet mustache and a trimmed beard. He wore a white, long sleeved shirt, a blue vest, black pants and a black bowler type hat.
The male on the right cushion was, again, older. He had gently green hair that was swept to one side. He wore a white cat mask with green ears, the houses of cards on the cheeks of the mask. He had pale skin, sweet blue eyes and a filling in beard. He wore a blue button up shirt with a black jacket tied around his neck with gray pants. He appeared to be too occupied with 'Parry Hotter' to pay any attention to the intruders.
And the final male on the right most couch was definitely the oldest of the group. He had blazing blue eyes and brown, messy hair. He wore glasses, a white jacket that was zipped up half way to show the maroon shirt underneath, and khaki pants. He was clean shaven, no beard in sight.
The lastly mentioned male jumped to his feet, the only person he instantly recognized from the group of intruders was dear Dark
"тє fσυк?! ωнαт тє fσυк αяє ує ∂σιи' нєяє?! ι тσυgнт ωє тσℓ∂ ує тнαт ує ωєяєит ωєℓ¢σмє нєяє!"
(Te fouk?! What te fouk are ye doin here?! I tought we told ye that ye werent welcome here!)
Fantastic
Dark sighed softly, pinching the bridge of his nose and he gestured around to the rest of the group. The male who had jumped straight to defense was doctor Henrik Von Schneeplstien. An originally Irish man that likes it carry himself with a German accent when he remembered to use it.
"ᴜʜ...ʜᴇɴʀʏ?"
The smallest male asked, peeking out from behind Dark and waving at the other male. Immediately, the blue eyed male's gaze softened and he seemed...utterly confused.
"...єяιк? υн...σкαу, νнαт?"
(
...Erik? Uh...okay, vhat?)
And there was that accent he loved to use when he remembered to. Henry seemed to be having a 'wtf' moment as he studied the group of four, now taking note of the child in Darks arms.
"...σн му gσ∂ уσυνє нα∂ α вαву..."
(
...oh my god you've had a baby..."
"Uh-"
"...ⓞⓗ ⓢⓦⓔⓔⓣ ⓢⓚⓨ ⓓⓐⓓⓓⓨ..ⓐ ⓒⓗⓘⓛⓓ!"
(...oh sweet sky daddy..a child!)
The green haired male exclaimed, wide eyed.
"They're not mi-"
"α chíld? lєt mє sєє...plєαsє?"
(A child? Let me see...please?)
A soft voice rasped as the silver eyed male rose to his feet. The mask wearing man looked up for a moment then shrugged, going back to his book. Seemed like most of the present Irishman were intrigued by the fact that Dark had a child...and didnt really stop to repeat or think about what they were saying. Damian sighed softly, shaking his head a little.
"Henrik, can I speak to you?"
The brown haired male turned his attention back to Damian, seeming a bit impressed, but unamused.
"νнαт? νнαт ∂σ уσυ ωαит?"
"Erik said that you could help me with [y/n]"
Damian told the other male, prompting the other to raise an eyebrow.
"Can we please talk elsewhere?"
"υнм....ѕυяє"
The doctor supposed, shifting and starting to separate from the group. Wilford stayed behind to talk to the Irishman, who had nothing against the pink haired male. But, Erik followed along, knowing that he and Henrik got along a bit...better...
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"Curiouser yet Curiouser" DarkxChild!Reader
FanfictionIt's only been a few days since y/n was dumped on the streets and left for dead. Fortunately unfortunately, while y/n stumbled about the streets, they ran into a tall, dark haired man, who seemed curious in them. When the strange man asks them if th...
