#Bart: *huge eyes* WE ARE FRIENDS NOW HERE ARE MY FRIEND GIFTS!!!

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (IV)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here and this is part four 💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Our boy is recovering from Bad Stuff in the Watchtower (involuntarily). Danny gets a bandaid for a variety of wounds that definitely are not covered by a little adhesive bandaid, but hey! Bart’s trying.

Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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Batman clicks on the projector screen. Everyone in the room has access to the slides and note-taking abilities on their tablets. The assembled heroes quietly select their app of choice, sit back in their chairs, and ready themselves for the meeting.

“Good afternoon. For everyone in alternate time zones, good morning or good evening as they apply. Before I begin the approved agenda for this meeting, there are developments on the base that everyone ought to be aware of.”

Click. The slide changes to a fuzzy image of an unusually dense collection of shadows in a typical medical-wing setup. The specific location isn’t clear, but the phenomenon itself is stark against the white walls and flooring. The static on the cameras is atypical for the quality of equipment used on the base.

“There is an extraterrestrial lifeform that has made Medical Wing C their territory. Yes, we know they are there. No, they cannot be moved at this time. Please do not try to take initiative in doing so. Please do not enter the aforementioned medical wing. If you see this entity outside of the medical wing, please leave, ignore them, or otherwise make your presence known. They are generally in search of isolation and seek to remain unseen. All known attempts at self-defense by this entity have been largely non-hostile so far, but we do not know how or if that behavior will change as they heal.”

Batman…takes a breath. Not sighs. The vigilante has more control than that.

“They are severely injured. The exact nature of their injuries are still unknown, based on their—unique physiology—“

Barry squints at the screen. Nope. The cloud still looks like a cloud.

“—But the identified fluids they secrete have been recognized as at least partially composed of red blood platelets and a modified plasma. Based on their aggressive self-defense, the persistent seclusion behavior, and their general lack of responsiveness, the injuries are considered deeply severe and require rest to treat. It is imperative that non-medical staff and on-base heroes maintain as little contact with the entity as possible. We are attempting both delicate medical treatment and non-verbal communication, which have both failed thus far. We have reason to believe that the extraterrestrial is sentient and capable of communication based on—“

Click. The next slide is an image of a nearly-obliterated craft of some kind—tinted glass, wings, debris everywhere, twisted shards of metal that look like they scrape like teeth. Charred black everywhere. Barely visible is a torn–through upholstered seat ten yards away.

A hiss breaks the silence in the back of the room. That’s nasty-looking wreck.

“—This craft. It is relatively rudimentary in its design, and would not have held up to prolonged space travel, but would have required complex intelligence to start and maintain transport. Basic testing has proven that its energy readings, while not precisely contiguous with the Speed Force, show that it has been in contact with extradimensional phenomena. A non-sentient life would not have been able to pilot it successfully enough to crash it—much less to avoid the farmhouse in its path. The result is that we have an extremely wounded entity with no shared form of communication. There have been worrying observations by their medical team, however.”

Click.

This slide is blank.

“We are now pursuing the possibility that the entity has been attacked or otherwise held captive by human organizations here on Earth. There are persistent triggers of aggression brought on by medical settings, adults, and more specifically, any present medical personnel and equipment.”

Batman pauses.

“Their medical team has informed me that their persistent fear has made treatment…difficult.”

There’s a snort from somewhere in the room.

“If you discover any evidence of possible extraterrestrial captivity or torture or experimentation among your usual cast of rogues, please forward everything you are able to base for further investigation. In this time period where the Lanterns are unavailable to return to Earth, Martian Manhunter has been notified of the need of his presence on the base, and will hopefully help settle this matter. In the meantime, as a reminder: do not enter Medical Wing C, do not engage with the entity in any way. Simply make your presence known, and they will flee.

“Now. Onto our agenda. First article: whoever has been taking the toilet paper from the supply closet, stop it. The league is not here to fund your lifestyle habit of two-ply toilet paper.”

*

There’s more food available more often.

It just appears at the foot of his bed. Like magic. Or, like…like a really, really fast human child.

Some of the packaged foods Danny can’t eat without swallowing them whole, wrapper and all. They’re just too fiddly to get with his claws—the solution is to just swallow it and let the whole thing dissolve in whatever weird ecto-acid is churning in his stomach at the moment.

The rest is fresh from the bakery—or, well the base, anyway, however this moon base gets their fresh foods. Muffins and croissants and sausage rolls and other things he would expect to see on a coffee tray or something.

…Danny prods his stomach.

He’s been too sore to notice, but this half-state of being a somewhat-physical half-ghost is super, super weird. He can eat, but it’s not processed like food is in his living body. Everything he can digest just gets incorporated. Everything he can’t just gets…

He looks down at the slowly growing puddle in his bed.

…Maybe ‘spit out’ is too generous a phrase. Expelled? Excreted?

Ew. Okay that thought is kind of gross and he doesn’t want to think about that while he can’t move away maybe.

He knows, instinctually, that he’s wounded, but this half-and-half state stops him from feeling the specifics. Knowing how, exactly, he’s hurt. Experiencing the majority of the pain and distress.

He curls up on his bed.

Danny hates it here. Not because it’s bad (it is) but because he wants to be home. He selfishly, desperately wants to be home. He wants his rocket sheets. He wants his room with its glow in the dark stars.

…He wants his dad to heat up soup and sit with him, like when he was little and had nightmares. He wants Jazz to sit on the edge of his bed and read to him.

Danny wants Mom.

 …There is some other company here, though.

Sometimes, if Danny is mostly sated and kind of sleepy, the quick human buzzes in with a few of its age-mates. The two don’t get as close as the buzzing human can, because Danny can at least read the Excited!! or Nervous!! or Booored! energy on the human, which makes him more comfortable with letting it in close. Its friends seem to respect his space, though. They don’t go past his curtain, even if it’s open. They talk, but they don’t yell.

Danny thinks he’s getting the soft little bones back in one of his ears, but he can’t fully tell. He can hear that they’re chattering and he can hear which sounds they’re making, but he can’t understand any of them.

Auuuuughhhhh. He pushes the pillow more underneath himself. Does he have brain damage?? Is he…is he missing pieces of his brain??

There won’t be a concrete way to tell until he solidifies again. Gross. He doesn’t want to do that yet.

Or soon.

…Or at all, maybe.

Mom was so mad at him. Maybe he’ll be safe and he can come home if she…if he can’t be touched…?

…No. He remembers. Mom makes things for ghosts.

??Concern?Con??cern?

Danny looks up. Oh. He made the human vibrate all nervously. Danny’s fine. Well—he’s not fine but he’s not hurting more than usual or hungry.

The human is careful not to touch him when he doesn’t want to be touched, but Danny’s feeling generous. When the human puts its hands on the bed, Danny willingly brushes his knuckles up against it.

No claws. A peace offering.

The human goes suuuuper still.

…Uh. Did he break it?

And then it zoooooooms away faster than Danny can comprehend (he jolts) and sprints back with a whole lot of stuff in its hands, and a few things thumpthumpthump ono his bed. And.

Well. None of it smells like food? When he bites it, it doesn’t taste like food either. In fact the texture is…

Danny frowns. Turns over the object so he can see it better. (It doesn’t help.) Is that plastic?

Wait. Danny twists it in half. His wrists ache but the pieces rotate.

…It’s a rubric’s cube.

…Huh.

There are other puzzles too—things that taste like plastic and one that tastes like wood, which he might have dented with his teeth by accident. Whoops. Danny puts that one farthest away, in the hopes that he doesn’t accidentally damage it a second time.

…Huh. That’s. That’s nice.

Danny surprises himself and the surprised!surprised! human with a purr.

It’s not a lot. Not even monetarily is this little offering a lot.

But it’s more than Danny’s had in a long time.

#Bart: *huge eyes* WE ARE FRIENDS NOW HERE ARE MY FRIEND GIFTS!!! #Kon + Tim: um. I think they're just tolerating you dude #Bart: NO THIS IS A SIGN OF TRUST WE ARE BESTIES NOW I'M GOING TO BE SUCH A GOOD FRIEND!!! #Tim: ... #Kon: *shrugs* glad to hear it #this conversation is literally indistinguishable from Bart finding a stray cat #like the plot would be The Same #Health and hybrids #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #why not #dcu #dcu crossover #faer fic #tw body horror #tw gore #tw medical #cryptid!au #spooky lad

[elyreywrites]

so tell me what you want to hear

a gift for @bionerd2point0 for the Capes & Coffee Discord server’s gift exchange!! a huge thank you to my betas for this fic: Oceans and Tasteofpaint!!

title is from One Republic’s “Secrets”!

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Teen 3,714 words Tim Drake/Jason Todd

Summary:

And here Tim was, about to ask his goddamn crush to be his fake boyfriend.

He couldn’t do this, he absolutely, positively, could not—

This was a huge mistake.

- - - - -

Tim stared at the phone, at the contact pulled up, and wished for some sign to either call or suffer through the whole situation. He could suffer through it, but… Tim was fed up with being asked the same question every time he was out in public.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“Who are you dating?”

“Is there anyone special in your life right now?”

Ever since he turned eighteen, the vicious sharks that made up the press were desperate for the details of his romantic life. Bruce had said it would blow over soon enough, once some new sensational story came about, but four months later they were still going strong. Tim was at the end of his rope with them.

There were only so many times he could say, “No comment.” It hadn’t made any difference at all in four months. Apparently, being the youngest CEO in history and of such a huge company made him very eligible. While the chatter had calmed down a bit over time, it was still present enough that something had to be done. Something drastic.

Something he was dreading.

All he needed for a few weeks was a fake date, a partner that would get the vultures off his back. It had to be someone he knew because it had to seem authentic. That was a short list though. Dick wasn’t an option. Kon, Bart, and Cassie were all out because they were all busy and they’d have to be in Gotham. Stephanie and Tam were just… no. He wasn’t doing that. That really only left the first and last person Tim would ever want to pick.

Jason.

Once upon a time, Jason had been his Robin, his hero, the person he wanted to make proud almost as much as his parents. The hero-worship had died when Tim nearly did. Tim’s crush did too, but that didn’t stay gone. It took a few years, Jason apologizing, and the Reds working a few cases together, but it returned with a vengeance.

And here he was, about to ask his goddamn crush to be his fake boyfriend. Tim would be lucky if this didn’t break the shaky… truce? Friendship? Whatever it was they had. Tim would like to call them friends, but did Jason think they were friends? Oh god, Jason probably didn’t think they were friends.

He couldn’t do this, he absolutely, positively, could not—

The soft chime of his phone’s reminder tone broke him out of the downward spiral of his thoughts. The notification popped up, dragging his attention from Jason’s contact. Right, he was supposed to appear on some talk show tomorrow. Youngest and most eligible CEO and all. He just knew they’d try to pry into his love life.

Tim had to do this. Before he could rethink it, he pressed dial. At the first ring, he almost panicked and chucked it across the room instinctively. This was a terrible idea, but it was the lesser of the two evils. He was just about ready to snap and really tear into the press. Physically, verbally, he wasn’t even sure at this point.

Jason answered on the third ring. “What’s up, Timbo? You don’t call very often.”

This was a huge mistake.

“I need you to do me a big favor.”

“That depends,” Jason drawled, “on what the favor is.”

Wincing, Tim said in a rush, “I need you to be my fake boyfriend for a little while so the press will stop hounding me for details on a love life I don’t have.”

Silence. Every moment without a response made it harder for Tim to breathe. He had fucked up, he had fucked up, abort, abort—

Jason snorted. “You know, I was wondering how you were holding up with that. I’ve seen the news about it. Guess this answers my question, huh?”

“Guess it does. Any chance you could answer mine?” Nerves and stress made him snarky, okay? The past few months were rough, Tim thought he could be forgiven.

“Yeah, Timmy, I can help you get them out of your hair for a little while,” Jason said. “Alright, do you want to figure out our epic love story right now, or is there something you need to do?”

Tim sighed, relaxing bonelessly into the couch. “Now please. I have to be on some morning talk show tomorrow, and they’re going to ask.”

The next hour and a half, Tim swung wildly between excitement over getting to date his crush and hopeless misery that it was fake. They both gave the okay for holding hands, going on dates, even kissing to sell this charade. He would get to do all of that with Jason, which kind of made him want to bury his face in a pillow and scream like a complete cliche. As soon as they were out of the public eye, though? There wouldn’t be anyone to pretend for. All bets would be off.

The next few months were going to be amazing and terrible all at once.

Tim didn’t sleep much that night.

- - - - -

This was absolutely a mistake and Tim should have just suffered through the continual questioning about his non-existent love life. What the hell had he been thinking?! Sleep-Deprived Tim made terrible choices, honestly. Sure, he could totally fake-date his sort of long-time crush! That wouldn’t end in disaster and heartbreak at all ! 

Real and fake heartbreak, even, because they had a messy break-up planned. It was going to happen in two months in public, and he would cry – that probably wouldn’t be fake – and the press would hopefully feel sorry enough for him to not pester him about romance for a while.

Tim was absolutely doomed. He literally set himself up for failure.

“Mr. Drake-Wayne?”

Tim startled, staring at the assistant that had called his name.

“You go on in 5 minutes,” the assistant said.

This whole situation was messing him up. He was usually more aware of his surroundings, but he kept getting lost in thought because he was fake-dating his crush and one-time hero. Oh god.

Focus. Talk show. They’ll inevitably ask, and then he has to get to work on selling this whole… thing.

He heard clapping and then the assistant gave him a nod. “That’s your cue,” they said. Tim walked out, his CEO-Drake Heir smile firmly in place.

To his surprise, the host, a woman in her mid-thirties, stayed on script and didn’t ask if he was dating anyone until halfway through the show. When the question did come, Tim coughed and glanced away. The flush on his face wasn’t fake because for a couple months everyone would think that someone like Jason would date Tim, of all people. Jason Todd was legally dead, but he was handsome and kind and he would publicly be dating Tim. No, his blushing was very real, but that only worked to help sell the act even more. 

“Oh,” the host teased, “that look says you are. Who’s the lucky lady? Or maybe you haven’t asked her out yet?”

His head snapped towards her with a very real scowl on his face. “He and I only started dating recently. It’s still pretty new, and I’m not willing to share more at this time. We would like to figure out our relationship before we face the scrutiny of the public.”

He almost smirked at her stiffly pleasant smile. She was trying to hide her shock, and to the inexperienced eye, she succeeded. However, Tim was a detective on a different level altogether. Plus, with Cass for a sister, he was bound to pick up something from the master of reading body language and expressions.

“‘He’, huh?” she said cheerfully for the camera. “That’s quite a surprise – you’ve had multiple girlfriends in the past.”

Tim hummed, “Yes, I’m bisexual, though I recently realized that I lean more towards men than women. See, something a lot of people don’t understand is that it’s like a scale and everyone has their own preferences. It took me a long time to come to terms with that because of the heteronormativity in our society and the compulsory heterosexuality that many of us in the LGBTQ+ community have to work through.” He smiled back at her, projecting as much innocence as he could as he derailed her interview.

“Ah. Congratulations on finding yourself, then,” the host grinned. Tim saw the panic in her eyes. Her interview with the young, eligible CEO had gone in an unexpected direction and she had no idea what to do.

Meanwhile, he was having the time of his life, and he was fairly sure Jason would be howling when he watched it. If Tim had to suffer through pretending to date Jason, he was going to enjoy any suffering others went through along the way. This woman was the first.

Tim sure as hell wasn’t going to regret coming out very publicly and speaking out about some of the problems in their society. He wasn’t even worried that much about how this would affect Wayne Enterprises – Bruce would back him up. He’d probably even be proud of Tim.

The rest of the show went very smoothly. All personal questions disappeared completely as the host stuck to discussing the various community projects that Wayne Enterprises had. It was rather frustrating that it took a fake-boyfriend and shocking the host of a morning talk show to actually be asked about his work, though.

- - - - -

His phone was blowing up with notifications by the time he was free from the cameras. Oh the joys of a live show and a family that either really supported him or wanted to find something to taunt him about – it was difficult to tell. All he knew was that Bruce, Dick, Alfred, Stephanie, and Cass usually tried to watch any time he appeared on TV. Which meant they all heard that he had a boyfriend, and he was about to be pestered to the ends of the earth.

He sighed but accepted the call coming in. “Hey Dick,” he greeted, projecting as much innocence as he could into his voice. It worked a lot better when he was younger and happier. Now he was a bit too tired and jaded to sell it.

“Timmy! I just wanted to check in,” Dick said pointedly. “You know, see if there’s anything new in your life. Maybe something you neglected to tell me?”

Humming, Tim pretended to think it over. “Nope, can’t think of anything,” he said finally as he continued to his car and climbed in.

On the other end of the line there was a quiet squawk and a scuffling sound, then a click. “Tim,” Bruce cut in and oh, he was definitely on speaker now. That meant they were ganging up on him, instead of letting him deal with them one by one. “You have a boyfriend.”

Tim didn’t answer – it hadn’t been a question, after all.

“Master Timothy, I do believe all of us feel hurt that you neglected to inform us of this development,” Alfred reprimanded.

Oh shit, now Alfred was in on this. Dammit, he really preferred dealing with them one at a time. “Alfred, it’s… complicated, but I promise that it’s a very new development! I haven’t been hiding it for days or anything, I swear. How about I come to the manor for lunch today and I’ll explain?”

“Very good Master Timothy,” Alfred sniffed. “I shall set out a place setting for you.”

Alfred hung up the phone, cutting off Dick and Bruce’s protesting.

Tim stared at his phone for a second and then hurried home. He needed to talk to Jason. He also needed to grab something for the inevitable headache. Any lunch with the whole family resulted in a headache, but at least this one might prove somewhat entertaining as well.

Tim collapsed carelessly across his couch, and dug his phone out of his pocket. With a resigned sigh, he dialed Jason.

When he picked up, Tim didn’t bother offering or waiting for a greeting. “You have to come to the manor for lunch.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Then, Jason asked, “Why the hell should I do that?”

Tim groaned and sunk deeper into his couch. “Bruce, Dick, and Alfred watched the talk show this morning—” Tim waited for Jason to stop snickering. So he did watch it then. At least he enjoyed it, apparently. “Yeah. They weren’t happy that they hadn’t been informed. It was fine when it was just Bruce and Dick, but then Alfred spoke up. Jay, he used the Disappointed In You voice. I had to say something!”

“Yeah,” Jason sighed, “that would do it. So, what did you say? That it’s fake or that we’re dating? Or both.”

“I said it was complicated and very recent.” Tim smirked and added, “I also said I would go to the manor for lunch and explain. If you come with me, you can see Dick and Bruce’s reactions first-hand and we can troll them a little more. Alfred will get the truth out of us pretty quick, but we can have some fun with this before he does.”

“You sneaky bastard.” He knew Jason well enough that he could almost feel Jason’s glare. “Alright fine, you little shit. I’ll be there for lunch so we can mess with those fuckers.”

Tim refrained from cheering – that would only make Jason change his mind. Well, he didn’t cheer out loud. Cheering internally was perfectly acceptable. Though this was going to be his first test at acting like Jason’s boyfriend for a little while. Why did Tim keep putting himself in these situations?

“Alright, see you there,” he said before hanging up. Tim hauled himself off the couch and headed for the kitchen. Coffee was imperative and he still needed to grab some medicine. After today, he’d know for sure whether fake-dating Jason would be amazing or painful.

An hour later, Jason was just climbing off his motorcycle when Tim pulled up to the manor. He waited for Tim to climb off his own bike and then murmured, “How do we want to do this?”

Tim paused. “What are you comfortable with?”

“I can put my arm around your shoulders, if you’re cool with that?” he offered. “Feel free to wrap your arm around my waist.”

Snickering, Tim walked over close enough for Jason to get his arm around him, and Jason pulled him into his side. He tried not to lean into the warmth, but if Jason did notice, hopefully Tim could pass it off as his usual touch-starvation.

Trolling Dick and Bruce was going to be hilarious.

Dick threw open the door just as they were walking up. When he did, his hands were on his hips and he looked ready to scold Tim for all his secret-keeping – something that never went over well in a family of detectives. Then it registered what he was seeing and the only way Tim could describe it was that Dick blue-screened. His face went blank and Tim could almost see an error message pop up.

Dick.exe has stopped working.

“Hey Dick,” Tim said casually, jumping right into it, “Jason’s my boyfriend.” As soon as he said it, he wondered if this was really the best plan. Jason was definitely on better terms with the family now, but there was still a chance that they’d react badly, and that might hurt Jason because as much as he tried to hide it, he still wanted their approval at times and oh god—

Dick grinned, and just – what? Yeah, Tim was glad that this was apparently being received well, but that… wasn’t the response he was expecting. At all. He was expecting shock, stuttering and stumbling and confusion ! Not… this.

“Finally!” Dick burst out. “Oh my god, we’ve all been waiting for you two to get together for ages! I guess this means Bruce wins the bet, then.” He mock-scowled at them. “Really, you two? You couldn’t have waited until one of you was in danger and then confessed? Or is that what happened? Oh my god, if that happened and none of us heard about one of you being in serious danger then the lecture on keeping secrets is going to be so much worse.”

“What.” Jason said.

Tim, however, was well on his way to panicking and fleeing Gotham entirely. Apparently, everyone else had picked up on his crush. Okay, sure, he wasn’t really surprised Dick knew after all the times he gushed about Jason to Dick, but enough people for a betting pool? How did everyone else find out? He’d been subtle! Of all the possible ways this could end terribly that had run through his head, he never thought Jason would find out because Dick couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

Dick shrugged, “Yeah, we were betting on you two. I’m not sure why you’re so surprised. I mean, really, after all the other bets we make? I’m just glad you two finally got your shit together.”

He huffed, looking reproachfully at Jason. “Little Wing, I love you, but if I had to listen to one more phone call about how much you wish you had never attacked Tim because he’s wonderful and amazing and he didn’t deserve what you did to him – I was going to scream. And Tim, Baby Bird…” Dick looked at him, raising an eyebrow, “I really don’t need to listen to another twenty minute rant about how incredible Jay is and how you’re so happy he’s doing better now. I mean, you two were ridiculous. Bruce had to listen to me whine about it.”

Tim.exe has stopped working, Tim thought, trying to process all of that with his brain moving at a snail’s pace. Because it sounded like Jason liked him too, but that – that couldn’t possibly be right. There was absolutely no way his feelings were reciprocated. Tim risked a glance at Jason, half-terrified of what he’d see, but Jason didn’t seem confused or disgusted or anything like that. No, he was just as utterly gobsmacked as Tim was, but that didn’t mean he felt the same.

“Man, you have no idea how heartbroken I was when I thought you had started dating someone else,” Dick continued, oblivious to their reactions. “I knew you thought Jason probably thought you were an annoying pest at best, so I thought you’d given up and started dating someone new. Meanwhile, Jason was absolutely convinced that you couldn’t like him after the whole Pit Madness thing. But I am so glad you two worked it all out!”

“We’re fake-dating to get the press off my back,” Tim blurted.

Jason’s head snapped to look at Tim. “You think that I think you’re an annoying pest?”

“Okay , so uh,” Dick rocked back on his heels, “it looks like you two have some things to discuss. I’m just… going to go inside now. Lunch will be ready in ten minutes, so try to have it sorted by then? Come in once you do. Uh. Good luck?” He slipped inside and closed the door.

Tim stared at the closed door, trying not to stare at his… at Jason. Oh god. What even were they now? He was still pressed up against Jason’s side. Why was he pressed up against Jason’s side? He really should not be—

As Tim tried to slide his hand away, the arm wrapped around his shoulders tightened, holding him in place. Then, Jason was in front of him, tucking Tim’s face into his chest and resting his chin on top of Tim’s head. Tim would forever deny that he squeaked.

“For the record, I don’t think you’re an annoying pest at all. The Demon Brat, sure, but I think you’re actually pretty fucking incredible,” Jason said.

“Oh,” Tim whispered. “I think you’re really awesome too. And I forgave you a while ago for what happened while you were still dealing with the Pit Madness. I promise I don’t hold it against you.”

“I don’t deserve that, Baby Bird. I tried to kill you, multiple times. I know for a fact that you’ve got scars from my attempts, so why would you—”

“That wasn’t you,” Tim cut in firmly, dislodging Jason to glare up at him. “That wasn’t you acting as yourself. I mean, it was the Pit influencing you and twisting things. Then on top of that, you were dealing with the trauma of dying and digging yourself out of your grave! It wasn’t you, Jay, and you’re not like that anymore. You’re so much better now, and I’m so glad because you’re happier. I just like seeing you happy.” Tim’s cheeks burned as he realized what he said. He groaned, hiding his face back against Jason’s chest.

Tim felt Jason’s chuckle. “Shut up,” he muttered.

“I like seeing you happy too,” Jason admitted. “Since Dick spilled everything already, I’ll go ahead and say that I like you, Tim. It’s why I agreed to be your fake-boyfriend. I wasn’t sure whether I was dreading or looking forward to the next couple of months. How would you feel about dating for real?”

Tim pulled away, eyes wide. “Yes, please, oh my god I was so not looking forward to the staged break-up. I was going to actually cry without needing to pretend at all.”

Jason laughed louder that time. “I would have probably held it together until I got back to my apartment. I already decided that I was going to be eating a lot more ice cream.” Tim tried to bury his grin in Jason’s chest, but Jason huffed and pulled back. “As fucking adorable as that is, didn’t I just say that I liked seeing you happy? Come on, don’t hide that pretty smile from me.”

“Oh my god, stop. We’re about to have lunch with our entire family, can you please not make me look like a tomato,” he groaned.

“Alright, alright, I’ll lay off for now. Let’s get inside, Baby Bird.”

“How much do you want to bet that they’ve been watching us through the windows?” Tim grumbled.

Jason shook his head as he started leading him towards the door. “I’m sure as fuck not taking that bet.”

#jaytim #fanfiction #dcu #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #red robin #red hood #nightwing #elyrey writes things #fake dating #mutual pining #lgbtq themes #lgbtq character #coming out

[lawssword]

Lawlu~ Birthday

Here’s a little modern AU I wrote maybe a year or two ago.

Luffy just wants to throw his boyfriend a nice birthday party, what could go wrong? 

Rated G

It was Trafalgar Law's birthday. Luffy knew he didn't want to make a big deal about it but how could he not? Seriously who did this guy think he was dating?? Law didn't like huge parties so Luffy should keep it just close friends right? But Luffy couldn't plan a party by himself, he had no idea where to start! Who did he know that could plan a party? Usopp! Usopp could! Oh, and Zoro! Could Law's friends plan a party? Maybe Penguin and Sachi, they seemed pretty cool. That's it! Law's friends should help plan it! Luffy rolled across the bed to get his phone. Law was in the living room, he was doing something or other that looked boring so Luffy decided to come up with an idea for Law's birthday with was in 6 days! It took him a minute but Luffy found penguin's number, so he called him. 

"Luffy? What's up, man?" Penguin answered. Luffy checked to make sure the bedroom door was closed. It was. 

"Torao's birthday is on Saturday," Luffy stated bluntly. 

"What!?" Penguin exclaimed. Luffy frowned, he didn't know? Him and Law have been friend's for years how could he not? "He never told us!"

"I want to throw him a party!" Luffy stated a little louder than he had meant to. 

"That'd be awesome!" Penguin exclaimed. 

"I don't think Law would like that.." a background voice said, Sachi. Those two were always together!

"Nah, it wouldn't be anything like the Christmas party," Penguin said, no longer talking to Luffy. "It'd be smaller, just his friends, Law doesn't like big parties." "That's what I thought!" Luffy jumped back into the conversation. "You guys could plan it right? you seem good at stuff like that. The phone was silent for a little while. 

"Yeah, that works, just when and where?" Sachi asked.

"My house," Luffy stated as if it were the only obvious option.

"Torao only has to work in the afternoon on Saturday." That was something Luffy had asked about multiple times to be sure he remembered.  "So  it'll be perfect!" 

"Okay... Who should go?" Luffy thought about it for a moment. Law didn't get along with most of his family... he didn't have a ton of friends...

"All you guys.....and my friend's......" Luffy thought about Law's family. There had only been a couple that he met. "And Corazon, Lami, and Fai!" 

"Wait a minute, who're those last three?" Sachi asked.

"Traffy's little sister, uncle, and cousin!" 

"Law has a sister?!" Penguin shouted. 

"Yeah, mentioned her a couple years ago dude," Sachi explained. "She's only a couple years younger than Law,"

"Alight Luffy! We can handle all the planning but you're going to have to talk to Law's family we've never met any of them!" Penguin declared. Luffy nodded.  That surprised him, Law's sister and cousin came over a lot. 

"Alright! Thanks a bunch!" Luffy said, "See ya later!" He hung up just as the bedroom door swung open. Luffy dropped his phone on the mattress. 

"Who was that?" Law asked, sitting at the edge of the bed. Luffy bit his lip and averted his eyes. 

"Just Ace!" He said suddenly. Law frowned a little. Luffy knew he wasn't good at hiding things but this should be easy! Right? Besides, it's only a few days, surely Luffy could keep that up.

"Oh," Law said. Good, he believed Luffy! Luffy moved to kiss Law, a quick peck on the lips. 

"I love you!" Luffy smiled. 

"Love you too," Law said without the small smile he usually got when he said those words to Luffy. Luffy wanted to tell Law, this wasn't good! It had to be a surprise, that's the only right way to throw a birthday party. How was he going to do this?! 

"Are you done with all that boring stuff?" Luffy asked. 

"For today," Law sighed. 

"Whoo!" Luffy exclaimed kissing Law again. "Now we can watch T.V. and cuddle, right?" 

"Sure," Law agreed," Luffy smiled a huge grin. He climbed off the bed a grabbed Law's wrist, dragging him back out to the living room. Always in such a hurry. The two settled on the couch, sitting right next to each other, Luffy leaning against Law with Law's arm around him, jumping through channels in search of an action-packed show or movie.

The next day Luffy got a text early in the morning from Penguin.

We need you over here pronto! 

Don't tell Law, he's smart so he'll figure out what's going on!

K, b there soon. Luffy responded, Luffy wasn't quite sure where he was going, but since Penguin texted him it must be at his house! Luffy slipped out of Law's sleepy grasp. Law mumbled incoherently. Luffy had hoped he wouldn't wake up, now he'd need to tell Law where he was going what was he supposed to tell him?!

"What?" Luffy asked. 

"Come back to bed," Law said sleepily. Luffy wanted to, Law was so cute with his messy hair and sleepy voice! Luffy looked around the room. Excuse, need an excuse...

His phone blinked on the nightstand, Sabo's name appeared. 

"C-can't Sabo wanted something!" Luffy stated all too frantically. 

"So?" Law mumbled into the blankets. Luffy's heart started to race, what else, what else? 

"He said it was important!" 

Law sighed, "Okay, come here." Luffy moved closer, leaning over the bed. 

"What?" Luffy asked again. Law gave him a lazy, sleepy, kiss. 

"See you," Law hummed. Luffy kissed Law. 

"See you." 

Luffy got dressed and headed out, walking, Luffy preferred walking over driving. It was just easier that way, plus when he did drive Luffy tended to get distracted easily, by himself and with others. 

It took Luffy a good 20 minutes to get to Penguin's house.

"Finally man!" Sachi yelled when Luffy knocked on the door.

"Hiya!" Luffy greeted.  

"Hey, Luffy!" Penguin greeted, answering the door. 

"How come I needed to come over?" Luffy asked. 

"Invitations duh!" Sachi stated. 

"Oh?" Luffy replied. 

"C' mon we're going to the store." So the three piled up in Sachi's car and headed for the store. They got more than just invitations. They got candies, gift wrapping paper, cups, plates, drinks, they ordered balloons to pick up the morning of the party. Law called Luffy while they went from store to store, Luffy panicked and didn't answer it. Then Law texted him, asking what Sabo had needed and if everything was okay. Luffy didn't know how to respond. 

"Let me see," Penguin said. Luffy gave his phone to Penguin. 

"Tell Law 'Turn's out it's no big deal' and 'Just Ace being Ace,'" Sachi said. Penguin typed away. 

"I don't like this!" Luffy said, exasperated.

"What?" Penguin asked. 

"Lying to Torao!" Luffy stated. 

"You're the one who wanted to through him a party," Sachi reminded.

"I know, but it's harder than I thought." Luffy puffed up his cheeks. 

"Well, you could just tell him." Sachi offered. 

"That's not how you throw a birthday party!" Penguin and Luffy shouted in unison.

"Damn, alright, my bad," Sachi muttered in surrender, pulling up to the bakery. They got Law a cheesecake with dark chocolate and strawberries, of course, it wouldn't be done until the 6th. 

"That should be everything for today!" Penguin declared. 

"Nah, we still gotta write fill in the cards," Sachi added. 

"That shouldn't take long," Penguin stated, turning to Luffy. "How many do we need?" 

"Um, there's Zoro, Sanji, Nami-" Sachi started counting on his fingers." -Usopp, Franky, Brook, Robin, Chopper, you guys, Bepo, Bart Ace, Sabo, Lami, Cora, and Fai!" 

"So 18!" Sachi announced, "Let's go to my place and finish up."  So they did just that, and Luffy took them all home. 

Law was annoyed when Luffy got home. He wouldn't tell Luffy that but Luffy could tell something was bothering him. Law wouldn't even let Luffy sit in his lap. 

The next day Luffy handed out as many invitations as he could. All his friends got them, and Ace and Sabo. The only ones left were Lami, Fai, and Cora. Lami and Fai were supposed to be coming over tomorrow so he could give them Cora's invitation too!

But Law seemed so annoyed with Luffy, he started to talk to Luffy less and less what was going on? This was stressing Luffy out.

It wasn't until the night before Law's party that Law finally said something. 

"Hi, Torao!" Luffy had just gotten home from picking up all the balloons, they were at Sachi's house. Law was sitting on the couch staring at the coffee table. Luffy kissed Law's cheek Law didn't respond. 

"We need to talk," Law said, he sounded serious. 

"What about?" Luffy asked, tilting his head to the side. 

"I think you know," Law said his voice was cold. Luffy frowned. It was obvious to him now that Law was mad, but what about? Did Luffy do something to make him angry? 

"No?" Luffy responded.

Law clenched his jaw. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You're seeing someone else aren't you?" Law finally said, glaring at Luffy.

"What!?"Luffy exclaimed. How could Law think something like that? Law knows Luffy loves him and only him! "Why would you think that?" Luffy's voice cracked. 

"You've hardly been home all week." Law pointed out. That was true but he was only with Sachi and Penguin! That's It! "And that'd be fine except you lied about where you were. Luffy-ya why else would you lie?" Law's expression exposed how hurt he felt for just a moment. Luffy's heart dropped into his stomach.

"I-I-" Luffy stumbled over his words he didn't know what to do or say, it was like every breath he took only hurt Law more. 

"You what?" Law snapped. 

"I love you," Luffy said. That only seemed to make Law angry. Why couldn't he talk? Why was this so difficult, Luffy's been yelled at before. Hundreds of times actually! But not by Law. Not like this. 

"Tell me where've you been! What you've been doing!" Law demanded. 

"I-I can't." Luffy's lip trembled he found it hard to breathe. 

"Why?"

"Because!" Luffy gasped. He felt like he was going to cry.  Maybe he was already crying. 

"Why?" Law repeated, this time standing up. Luffy stuttered and stumbled over his words again, only succeeding in frustrating himself. 

"Just-"

"Just what!?" Law shouted.

"Stop yelling at me!" Luffy shouted back. Law fell silent. Luffy was crying. Law looked away. Luffy whipped his face and got his sniffles under control.

"Tomorrow."

"What about tomorrow?" Law asked after Luffy didn't say anything. 

"I can tell you tomorrow." Luffy refused to look up at Law

"That's bullshit," Law grumbled. 

"Please, Torao?" Luffy asked, meeting Law's gaze his eyes bloodshot and puffy.

Law let out a long sigh. He was convinced Luffy had done something on the level of cheating. He had spent the entire week trying to convince himself otherwise but everything Luffy did seemed to point out the fact. But he loved Luffy. 

"Fine." Law agreed. heading to their bedroom, Luffy followed. 

"Don't follow me." Law snapped. 

"But-"

"Don't."

Law left for the hospital early the next morning, Luffy was still asleep on the couch when he did. Law usually would have kissed Luffy before he left, he couldn't bring himself to. The thought of Luffy made him feel sick at the moment. Not sick in a disgusted way, but sick in the way you felt when you knew something bad was going to happen. That the worst has happened kind of sick.

So he didn't he simply left for work. Luffy promised him an explanation today. So they'd see what would happen after that. Just before Law entered the hospital he got a call.

It was Corazon. Law answered it!

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAW!" Corazon shouted into the phone. 

Law looked at the date on his phone. 

October 6th. How was Law an entire week off? He thought it was still September? What the actual fuck?

"Thanks, Cora," Law said with a small smile. 

"Anything for my favorite nephew!" The man said happily.

"I'm your only nephew." 

"That's not the point," Corazon said in defeat. "Well, What are you and Luffy going to do?" 

"Nothing we-" It all seemed to click right then. Luffy sucked at lying. 

Law was so fucking stupid.  

Luffy was throwing him a party. 

"Oh my god," Law said to himself with Corazon still on the phone.

"What?" 

"I'm an asshole." Law sighed.

"Law what happened?" 

"Luffy-ya is throwing me a party we got into a fight yesterday." Law rubbed his forehead. 

 "Damn that was supposed to be a surprise," Corazon was quiet for a moment."How bad?"

"I accused him of cheating on me," Law wanted to smack himself so stupid. 

" Is Luffy even capable of- nevermind it doesn’t matter. Well, are you still together?"

"Yeah...."

"What are you going to do?" 

"Well, apologize for starters," Law entered the hospital. 

"Wow, Law you just go here and you look like shit." Bonney greeted in a playful tone. 

"Same to you," Law replied. 

"And?"

"I don't know," Law let out a long sigh. 

"Well, you better still act surprised because Luffy tried really hard to keep it a secret!" Corazon ordered. Law smiled a little. 

"I know," Law said. "I got to go, see you later." Law hung up and entered his office. 

Law spent more time contemplating ways he's going apologize to Luffy then actually working.

Law got home a little later than expected, no cars occupied the space in their driveway or in front of their house. 

Law pulled into the driveway and headed inside. The place was dark. 

"Luffy-ya?" He called out, flicking on the light switch by the front door. 

"SURPRISE!" Was shouted at Law from several directions while party poppers exploded leaving paper streamers and the smell of firework in their wake.

"Happy Birthday!"  Then there was Luffy, standing in front of me with a huge, prideful grin. 

"You did this?" Law asked. He didn't need to. 

"With help!" Luffy confirmed. Law smiled. Music started playing, it wasn't anything specific, only the currently most popular songs on the radio, Law looked around for the source. It was Usopp with an aux cord and a speaker.

Everyone Law was comfortable being around was there. Luffy grabbed Law's arm and pulled him into the kitchen were Sanji was finishing some cake, though there was already one sitting on the counter. 

"See? I told you tomorrow I could tell you." Luffy said, hugging Law. "I was with Sachi and Penguin doing stuff for this!" 

"Luffy-ya, I'm such an asshole," Law hugged him back. "I'm sorry." 

"Maybe a little bit of an asshole," Luffy said standing on his toes.  Law met Luffy halfway and they kissed. Trying to make up for the quick kisses they had skipped the past week, they goodbye kisses, and the sleepy kisses. 

"Hate to ruin your moment and all, but could you not make out in my borrowed kitchen?" Sanji stated. 

Luffy pulled away, returning to his usual height. "Shishi, hurry up and finish so you can join the party!" 

"Yeah, yeah," Sanji waved them off. Law and Luffy went back into the living room where Chopper and Ace seemed to be doing something potentially hazardous.

Luffy went to join them immediately. 

"There's my big brother!" Lami said, hugging Law from behind. "Happy Birthday you old fart!" 

"Thanks, Lami," Law replied. 

"Hey you two," Corazon greeted, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process of walking towards Law and Lami. 

"Hey, Uncle Cora," Lami smiled. Corazon ruffled Lami's and Law's hair.

"Everything with Luffy okay?"

"There was something not okay?" Lami asked.

"Uh, more of a misunderstanding, but we're good now," Law explained.

"Good," Corazon agreed. 

"Food's done!" Sanji announced. Followed by Luffy rushing past them in a blind excitement. Luffy came back all too quickly. "Torao try this!" Luffy had some sort of ball at the end of a fork.

"What is it?" Law asked, watching it with caution, but letting Luffy feed it to him before getting a response.

"Sanji said it was takoyaki," Luffy stated. 

"Awe, you guys are so cute together!" Lami exclaimed. 

"Get lost, dork," Law told his sister before she could embarrass him any further.

"Alright, fine but only because it's your birthday," Lami said, skipping off, no doubt to find Fai.

Once everyone finished their food  Sanji brought out the cake, both the one he made and the cheesecake Luffy, Sachi, And Penguin had bought. 

"Happy Birthday Torao," Luffy whispered, wrapping his arms around Law while Sanji and Fai lit the candles. 

"Thank you." Law kissed the top of Luffy forehead. "I love you." 

"I love you more." 

"We'll see about that."

#LawLu #trafalgar law x monkey d luffy #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar D. Water Law #trafalgar law #one piece #one shot #my drabbles #my fanfiction #my fanfic stuff

[melyaliz]

Random Ships with Random questions

Ok so I made a bit of a challenge to help with any creative blocks that may be going on. 

List is from here. If you want me to answer any of these for a different couple ask and I will :D  (or totally different ships all together) 

1. Who makes the first move and how? - Gigi and Bart Allen 

Bart made the first move. After Gigi got shot from her ex (who shot her because he found out she was a mutant and he hated mutants because one killed his brother) she was living with the Titans and hanging out a lot with Bart. To help her feel better he took her out for ice cream and then ended up finally admitting he always had a crush on her.

2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better? - Faith and Tim Drake 

Believe it or not it���s actually Faith. She acts like a badass who doesn’t care but she is like 70% everyone is going to leave her like at all times. When it comes to Tim she KNOWS he’s smarter than her so she has a hard time believing he actually likes her. When she really gets into one of those cycles Tim just has to sit with her or hold her hand and remind her of all the amazing things she is and why he loves her. 

3. Who is the most romantic? Jennifer and Thor 

Thor, are we shocked? He will do small things like bring her favorite snack to HUGE gestures like make a lighting heart in the sky. All the time Jennifer may or may not be teasing him about it (but she secretly loves it) 

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves? Gemma and Peter Maximoff 

YES! I was hoping it was these two. Peter is TOTALLY a PDA guy. Any excuse to touch her, and ANY excuse to make her a little embarrassed too. Lots of sloppy kisses in front of the young kids while she’s trying to push him away with him going “awwww you LOOOOVVVEEEE me” 

“Yes but… not right now…” 

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first? Hahaha I got Gigi and Bart again thanks @the-shadow-of-atlantis for asking 

Gigi said it first as a friend but Bart didn’t realize that and told her he loved her too meaning he loved her. When he realized what she meant he didn’t take it back but when she got shot by her ex he told her again that he loved her. 

6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome? Gemma and Peter Maximoff 

Ok but Gemma admits she had one while her and Peter are sitting in her bedroom listening to music. Peter nearly fell off the bed in shock.

“I had a threesome to this song.” 

“Wait what happened to that good little Pastor's daughter?”

“Haven’t you heard the stereotype about the pastor’s daughter.” 

“Soooo.”

“Honestly, I was high and not my thing. Kind of a lot of work.” 

7. What do they get up to on a night out? May Allen and Frank Drake 

Frank is a VERY romantic guy who LOVES to spoil May. He would plan these huge romantic moments which almost always would normally get interrupted by a family member in crisis. But I think at the end they would get up to a lot of cuddling and netflix.  

8. What do they like in bed? (I am loving all this Gemma and Peter Maximoff stuff :P) 

They LOVE to experiment with their powers. I mean you have a guy who is the fastest man alive and a girl who can steal and put energy into things. It’s always something new with some fun old stuff. I think a classic for Gemma is when Peter vibrates and Peter loves Gemma’s blowjobs because she can add a little spark to it. 

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other? Britney Grayson and Collin Harper (Team dumbass 2.0) 

But like… soooo many things. I want to say Britney getting super drunk and trying to tear off Collin’s clothes because she “had never had sex and that’s what you did in college” But I feel like there are other ones too. 

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island? Jennifer and Dick Grayson 

Jennifer would try and just take books. I think she would make them take a survival book and Dick would make her bring his favorite copy of Robin Hood stories. Jen would want them to bring a bottle of wine and a fluffy blanket.

Dick wants Britney’s Toxic and Abba’s Dancing Queen 

11. What do they hide from one another? Britney Grayson and Collin Harper 

I just jokingly asked my husband what he was hiding from me and he said “that booty” (sorry it made me laugh) 

Collin: That he was a meta 

Britney: That she actually loves Collin 

They get over it later. 

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious? Faith and Tim Drake 

I actually think for Tim he gets more insecure. Faith is like I love you and Tim is like oh shit wait what? And then he can’t believe it. I think Faith gets a little more clingy at first, like she’s worried he will get hurt or something. (It’s an O’Neal thing to get scared your loved ones are going to disappear). I also think they both become a little more tender with each other. Like they can finally show how much they love each other.  

13. When do they realise they should get together? Kit and Johnny Storm

I’m still working on their relationship and it has gone through so many changes. But it was one of those long drawn out dramas where Kit loses her memories and becomes someone else, Johnny finds her and helps her remember, Kit comes back to the fantastic family and then one day Johnny is in trouble and Kit is there to help him and he is just looking up at her while she’s helping him up and he’s like “ok why aren’t we together?”  

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do? Gemma and Peter Maximoff 

Gemma is always cold and Peter loves to hold her so it’s not unusual to find her walking around with him hanging off her shoulders walking behind her. “I’m a human blanket!” “More like a human cape” “Yes human cape.” 

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote? Kit and Johnny Storm

Both of them LOVE action movies. So it’s normally not a debate. Fast and the Furious is their fav and they have tried a few (ok most) of the stunts themselves. 

They did try the Notebook once and Kit hated it so much Johnny will sometimes threaten to make her watch it again.

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together? Jennifer and Thor 

I could see Jen and Thor creating a resistance from the Zombies. Thor used his lighting to fight them off while Jen would help survivors. BUT I think she would get too upset if they had to put down the infected. If she didn’t get infected by trying to help someone who was already gone I can see Thor threatening to lock her up if she wasn’t more careful.  

17. When they find a time machine, where do they go? May Allen and Frank Drake 

I think May would want to meet her Mom as a girl and ask her a million questions. But I think in the end Frank would talk her into meeting their favorite artists and designers. Maybe ending up getting a piece made or something. 

18. When they fight, how do they make up? Kit and Johnny Storm

Kit is a salty bitch who doesn’t fight she just puts her headphones in and ignores the problem like a stable adult. Johnny once ripped her favorite pair of beats off burning them when she wouldn’t listen to him. 

She kicked his ass and he never did that again. 

But they learned how to communicate better.  

19. Where do they go on their first date? Jennifer and Dick Grayson 

Jennifer snuck into Dick’s bedroom one night with sheets she had gotten from Target. She tied the sheets to his bed poste and made him climb out his window with her so they could go to a concert. They totally could have left through the front door. 

20. Where do they go on holiday? Britney Grayson and Collin Harper 

Collin took Britney to Asgard once and she loved it so much they try and go at least once a year. 

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another? Gemma and Peter Maximoff 

Gemma took Peter to her dad’s church once and Peter was so nervous he even brushed his hair and wore a suit. Gemma teased him about it for a week. Gemma on the other hand revels in the awkward moments and it takes a lot of make her nervous.  

22. Where does their first kiss happen? Jennifer and Thor 

Thor came by Jen’s trying to find Maia. Instead he only find Jennifer who was watching the Bachelor. They ended up drinking and talking about the show which led to making out. Not sure romantic I know. 

23. Where is their favourite place to be together? Calista and Draco Malfoy (yes finally!) 

Japan. After school Calista decided to continue studying cursed objects in Japan and learn Japanise magic. At this point she had broken away from her family and was going on a grant. She invited Draco to go with her as a way to get away from all the prying eyes that were on the Malfoy family at the time. They ended up going on a million adventures living among muggles and slumming it. Near the end of the trip Draco finally convinced Calista to marry him in a small town under the Cherry Blossoms. They will still visit that spot every once in a while.  

24. Where do they first have sex?Gemma and Peter Maximoff 

In Gemma’s bedroom at Xavier’s school for the gifted. She basically having a crisis on who she was after finally defeating the man who had controlled her for years. And Peter admitted he loved her. 

25. Why do they fight? Faith and Tim Drake 

Faith jumping head first into danger is their number one fight. Before and after they started dating. Tim HATES it and they will probably have that fight for the rest of their lives really. 

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat? Calista and Draco Malfoy 

Since Draco was a child he was convinced he was going to marry Calista. She just wasn’t privy to this information. Calista’s whole life was her family prepping her for marriage so she had decided at a pretty young age she wasn’t going to get married so when Draco told her his plans she calmly and plainly told him “Only problem is I’m never going to get married.”  

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them? Red Allen and Aquata

Depends on the person. I think Shaylee was annoyed they didn’t get together sooner. I think Anttionette gets annoyed when they are too lovey dovey.  

28. Why do they get jealous? Jennifer and Dick Grayson 

As weird as it is since they both have dated A LOT of people they never got jealous of their past relationships. But Jennifer is jealous of Dick’s ass… I mean have you seen that thing? I think Dick Grayson is also jealous of Jennifer’s ability to find the most cozy blankets which he has tried to steal on many occasions. 

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love? Britney Grayson and Collin Harper 

It was always the small stuff really. I think it was always the small stuff. Collin helping his siblings or the younger kids. Britney being so driven to becoming a doctor to help people. Collin coming over late at night when she’s upset even if she doesn’t ask. Britney falling in love with Collin’s son even though it’s with the girl she hates.  

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them? Gigi and Bart Allen 

They can be themselves around each other. They never judge the other wanting to be a bit childish or having to deal with big emotions. They have very similar sense of humor to the point it’s a bit scary. 

Collin is @royslittleharper​

Aquata is @the-shadow-of-atlantis​

#Gemma #Faith #Gigi #Red #Calista #Jennifer #Kit Kat #May #Britney #my oc's #my oc ships #i'm to lazy to tag

[darnedchild]

Molly Hooper Appreciation Week Fall 2018 - Day 6

Will be on FFdotNet and Ao3 later (probably tomorrow because I’m tired and I’m going to bed now)

On FFdotNet and Ao3

MHAW Day Six – Day 6 – Feelings

A while ago I offered to write a fic for @juldooz because she has left comments on so many of my fics, SO MANY, and I noticed her name popping up over and over and thought “This person has read through a huge chunk of my stuff and not gotten sick of it, that deserves a thank you!”, so I asked her for a prompt.  

“John asks Sherlock about how being lost in his mind palace or deleting things affects his relationships. Sherlock explains that though the actual memory might be gone the emotional memory remains intact. The emotional progression of their relationship is still building, even though the moments shared are gone. He gives examples of feelings he can recall (with Molly!) And how those senses still hold such emotional weight. (maybe she overhears?) I jotted this down a while ago. So I hope it sounds fun to you.”

This is her thank you.  (It’s not quite what you asked for, Juldooz, but I tried my best.) Conveniently, it also fits today’s MHAW theme.

Unbeta’d again because . . . just because.

Like Coming Home

It took him ages to notice.  Until Sherrinford, actually.  (He knew exactly what Sherlock would say.  “You do see, you just don’t observe.”)

He had known that Sherlock claimed he ‘deleted’ things he deemed unimportant, but he had always assumed that Sherlock was exaggerating. Who intentionally deleted their memories?  How as that even possible?  Forgotten, sure.  Everyone did that.  It was even possible that Sherlock had never bothered to actually pay attention to the sort of things everyone else learned in primary school.  But deliberately removing memories?  Nah.

That was before Sherrinford.

Before Eurus.

The man had managed to delete all traces of his childhood friend and his sister!

No, that wasn’t exactly right. John wasn’t sure they were gone so much as inaccessible, hidden away behind a wall of brick and stone in that mind palace of his.  The wall had begun to break down at Sherrinford, the old memories had begun to surface.

And that’s when John finally began to make the connections.

He’d stopped into Baker Street to remind Sherlock that Rosie would be joining them that night and it might be best to make sure anything toxic or small enough to shove in her mouth was well out of reach, and found Sherlock standing in front of his bookshelf, staring down at the book in his hand.

“Sherlock?”

“Hmm?”  His friend looked up and blinked as if he were startled to find someone was standing in the room with him.  “How long have you been here?”

“Just a moment or two.”  Sherlock was unnaturally pale.  It made John grow uneasy.  “Are you okay?”

“What?”  Sherlock shook his head as if to clear it, then held the book out to John.  “It’s about pirates.  I found it in a second-hand shop maybe ten years ago.  I don’t know why I bought it.  Something about it just drew me in.  I’ve always loved pirates.  I wanted to be one, when I was a child, did you know that?”

He did, actually.  Mycroft had mentioned it at some point.  He took the book and looked at it.  It was a children’s book, probably written decades ago. It had been well loved, the cover faded and the pages lightly yellowed.  It wasn’t the sort of thing Sherlock would have normally kept around the flat.  “Have you read it?”

“Just once.  I couldn’t throw it away after, but I couldn’t read it again. Something felt bittersweet about it.” He held his hand out until John returned it.  “Now I know why.  It reminded me of Victor.”

“But I thought you didn’t remember him?”

Sherlock shoved the book under a chemistry text on the bookshelf.  “I didn’t.”

And that was all he said on the matter, quickly changing the topic to Rosie.  John had let him, understanding that the revelation about Victor was still to fresh in Sherlock’s mind.

Then there was the coffee incident.

Molly had come over to John’s place to watch Rosie for a few hours, and he’d offered to make a cuppa for them both while she recounted their day.

“Cream, sugar?”

“Black, two sugars, please,” Molly called toward the kitchen as she continued to make Rosie’s favourite doll dance.

“Huh.”  John brought the mugs into the sitting room and set them on the table in front of the sofa.  “That’s how Sherlock takes his.”

She took a sip of her hot coffee and hummed in approval.  “I know. Weird, right?  He used to take it straight black when we first met.  One day he grabbed mine and drank half of it before I could point out his mistake.  After that, he started asking for sugar.  Told me the stuff the hospital stocked for the machines was too bitter without it.”  Molly took another sip.  “This is lovely, though.”

John nodded but his mind was distracted. Something told him the sugar was important, but he wasn’t sure why.  

He brought it up to Sherlock in a roundabout way eventually.  They were on a case, staring at a store front across the street from a small café. “Here you go.  Black and sugared, just the way you like it.”  John set a disposable cup in front of Sherlock.  “When we met, I wouldn’t have taken you for the sugar type.”

Sherlock raised a brow at him. “And what, exactly, does my coffee preference have to do with anything?”

“Nothing.”  John shook his head.  “Just making conversation while we wait.”

Sherlock turned back to the window, although John saw him continue to watch him from the corner of his eye.

“I used to take cream,” John started again.  “But we didn’t have a lot of access to coffee cream while we were in the field in Afghanistan and I learned to do without.  Eventually began to prefer it that way, actually.”

“Fascinating.”  Sherlock’s tone made it clear that he thought it was anything but.

“What about you?”  John continued to push.  “Have you always liked it that way?”  He pointed to Sherlock’s untouched cup.  

“Yes.”  After a few seconds, Sherlock frowned.  “No.  Maybe. I don’t . . . No, I don’t think I did. I must have tried it somewhere and liked it.  Reminds me of Barts, oddly enough.”

“Barts?”  Now they were getting somewhere.  John leaned closer.  “How so?”

Sherlock tapped his fingers against the table top, his attention focusing in on the men moving around inside the store across the street.  “You know, comfortable.  Content. Like when I’m working at the microscope in the lab.  Come on, John.  This is what we’ve been waiting for.”  And then he was up and heading toward the door, leaving John to toss a bill on the table before he could follow.

After that, it was the yellow chair.

One day the spot was filled with stacks of old magazines and books, the next there was the chair.

It didn’t match anything else in Sherlock’s flat.  

“That’s a bit different.”  John pointed toward it as soon as it caught his eye. “Gift from a client that you couldn’t turn down?”

Sherlock shook his head.  “Saw it in a window at some boutique or another. It reminded me of the curtains in Molly’s room, which is one of the few places I’ve always been able to relax and really think without interruption.”  He threw himself into his chair.  “I can see it from here when I need a focal point to centre myself.”

“Yellow makes you feel calm.”  

“That particular shade.”  Sherlock tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “I believe I just said that.”  

John sat in his own chair.  “Do you remember when you first met Molly?”

“Why all the questions lately?” Sherlock sounded suspicious.

John shrugged.  “Curious.  Bored. You know what that’s like.”

Sherlock nodded slowly, then turned his head just enough to look at the yellow chair.  “It was . . . I don’t remember the exact date.  I must have deleted it.”  He frowned.

“But you do remember meeting her, right? I mean, you didn’t just show up at Barts one day and discovered a pretty young doctor who already knew your name and had your favourite scope all set up and waiting.”  

“Don’t be ridiculous.”  Sherlock stretched his legs out and narrowly avoided kicking John in the process.  “I may have deleted the exact details of that first meeting, but I remember knowing that I could trust her, that she made me feel . . .”  He took a deep breath and looked past John toward the door.  “Safe.”

Sherlock stood, buttoned his suit jacket, then held out his hand.  John turned to see Molly standing in the doorway.  

“I knew from the beginning that you wouldn’t judge me or make me feel like a failure or freak.  I knew you were going to be important, I just didn’t understand how much.  How seeing your face would always make me feel as if I’m coming home.  I may not remember every moment we’ve been together, but I will never forget how you make me feel.”

John looked from Molly’s shy smile to Sherlock’s hopeful expression and decided his presence was completely unnecessary.  He stood and eased around the couple.  “I’ll just see myself out, shall I?”

“Goodbye, John.  Do call before you come over tomorrow.  I may be busy.”  Sherlock didn’t even bother to watch his friend leave.

#molly appreciation week #day 6: feelings

[embracesadness]

Bluepulse Week 2017 - Day 5: Rumours

(Late post for rumours! Have half of today’s written up and I’ll try to post it for today! Okay, enjoy!)

Bart Allen. Vital signs show that your heart rate has increased tenfold since arriving within the Velocity's vicinity. Suggested course of action: Eliminate him.

"Khaji, for the millionth time, we aren't eliminating anybody. Honestly. You suggested vaporising grandma Iris today just because she didn't fry the pancakes to look like little seals!"

The Iris shows no concern or regard for the Bart Allen's need for seal shaped, battered nutritional contents.

"No comment." Bart sighed, walking up to Jaime's front door and ringing the bell. There was a beat of silence from the alien-thank God-and also within Bart's mind. He had to admit, he was nervous coming here. He was always nervous coming here, though.

Mostly because Jaime was here.

Not that he had a...crush on Jaime or anything. That would be stupid. And dumb. And it wasn't like the older boy could ever like him back.

This scarab's highest functioning and priority depends on reasoning and logical problem solving skills. The Bart Allen's insistence on completing this task is inane.

"Are you upset that I'm doing your job for you in doubting every single one of my decisions made in life?" Bart snickered to himself, then looked around to see if anybody had bore witness to his absolute insanity.

Kill the Jaime Reyes.

Bart sighed in defeat. Then again, he should have expected this from the alien on his back. He was pretty much used to the weird looks and raised eyebrows his ramblings received. And having Khaji Da as a partner-for-life was just normal to him now, even if it was a constant reminder of what Bart had gone through in his life up until that point.

It was sort of funny the way things worked out sometimes. Bart remembered how much he despised the Blue Beetle and his cold, harsh demeanor. How much he hated being a slave to a regime that treated humans like corpses or-even worse-sacks of meat.

And he remembered vowing to kill the monster that had taken so much away from him and his people.

Then the day he arrived in the past to finally find and kill the Blue Beetle he became what he had sworn to destroy.

There was an explosion by a building where the Scarab was located according to the directions he had been following on his tracking device. One minute he was walking towards the building, the next there was a huge explosion, heat and this awful burning pain in his back.

Then everything went dark.

Bart woke up back at his grandfather's and grandmother's, tucked into bed with a bowl of soup laying next to him. Nothing seemed to make much sense at first. Then he realized what was on his back and slowly put everything together.

Honestly, Bart had no idea who the Blue Beetle of the future was. He didn't know if the REACH eventually killed him off and replaced the source material with another or if he truly had despised himself all of those years.

He tried not to think about it.

Still, living with Khaji Da seemed impossible at times. Especially when the damn thing tried taking over constantly at first. However, after a while, the two had both simmered down and seemed to have set some simple ground rules. It was easier to deal with it that way. For the both of them.

The door finally opened and Bart grinned as soon as Jaime came into view.

"What's up, her-ma-no?" he laughed, winking over at the latino boy and then realizing what a stupid thing that was to do, why had he done that?

"Your pronunciation is truly something to be marvelled at, esé." Jaime chuckled, a small smile plastered onto his face. Bart smiled even wider if that was even possible and Jaime tilted his head to the side, motioning for Bart to come in.

"You entering or no?"

Do not trust the Jaime Reyes. He plots to terminate you. Eliminate him at once.

"No!" Bart hissed at the scarab. Jaime's eyes twinkled with confusion. Bart shook his head almost immediately, blushing.

"No! Not yet." he covered, "I have to take my shoes off first."

Jaime looked down and nodded. "Yeah, good call. Mi mama would freak if I got dirt all over the house."

"Aren't you running in here at lightning speeds all the time, though?" Bart questioned, kicking off his shoes and entering the house. Jaime bristled and motioned to Bart to keep it down.

"Dude!" he exclaimed, "What if mi familia was home? They would've heard you!" He looked around and sighed. "Besides," he continued, "I run to your grandfather's house if I need...anything."

"Geez." Bart laughed, "No need to be so secretive!"

The Jaime Reyes' heartbeat is irregular. Possible reasoning for this anomaly is that he is plotting to kill you. Suggested tactic: Destroy him before he can.

"On second thought." Bart spoke aloud, "Maybe some things are best kept secret in your head."

Jaime scoffed. "Duh." He wolfed down about four packages of Chicken Whizees at an incredibly fast pace right before Bart's eyes. The boy smiled.

Jaime had been normal before Bart had come back and all of this stuff had gone down. Sadly, after arriving on earth, the REACH began taking in human prisoners and experimenting on them like there was no tomorrow. They took runaways; people that nobody would end up looking for in the end. Somebody who could just...disappear.

People like Jaime's best friend, Tye, who just so happened to disappear whilst all of this was happening. Jaime, catching wind of what was going down, decided to go on a wild manhunt to find what had happened to his friend. He stuck his nose too deep into somebody else's business and ended up getting himself captured in the end as well.

They awakened his metagene, thus gifting him the power of superspeed. Jaime was one of their majorly successful guinea pigs. Tye not so much.

But Jaime was one out of two of the most important experiments they had going there.

Bart was the other.

He'd stupidly gotten himself captured after trying to track down the stolen kids himself as well. They quickly noticed who he was and just what was on his back and suddenly they were trying to reboot the scarab in order to get it back on mode.

Bart had never been more terrified in his life.

He and Jaime were stuck in a room together for the majority of their time there. Chained to one another, facing a barren wall. They were even put in pods close together as to not get them mixed up with all of the other "failed" experiments out there.

During this time, Bart and Jaime grew closer than ever. They learnt pretty much everything about each other. Jaime told Bart all about Tye and his family. About how he was terrified of these new powers invested within him. Bart told him about the bleak future ahead of them and having to come to terms with becoming everything you'd ever hated.

They were each other's rock. And Bart could even admit on having a crush on the older boy. Not a big one, though. Just a small one...

Okay, maybe a big one.

Eventually they were rescued by a group of younger heroes known as the "young" justice league. Actually, they didn't really have a name. They were just them. Not like the Justice League, anyways.

A bunch of kid heroes running around saving a bunch of kid screw-ups.

Jaime and Bart were two of the last out since they were kept under maximum security. They'd grown so used to holding each other when things got rough that when these strangers came and tried to separate them they screamed and cried and begged to not be taken away from one another.

They didn't let go of each other. Not even when most of the other runaway kids dispersed. Not even when Jaime went home for the first time after everything had gone down. A member of the Team had had to explain what had happened to his parents. They were very understanding but it was still very difficult to fathom that their son was now so...different.

And then there was also the fact that Bart went with him everywhere. They physically could not be apart.

Therapy eventually undid all the damage inflicted upon them and they could finally go without being with one another constantly, but it was still difficult for both of them to function without seeing the other at least once a week.

Joining the team made it simpler to see one another. Jaime began receiving lessons from Bart's grandfather, Barry, who became his mentor. Just another reason to see the boy. Bart would fly to Jaime's occasionally and Jaime would run to Bart's.

Back and forth across the continent. Just like that.

Bart never would've dreamed that his life would end up as it had. That a person could have that much of an effect on him. But they did. And it was just so incredible.

"Earth to Bart. Heellloooooo? Isanybodyhome?" Jaime was speeding around him, flailing his arms about. Bart blinked back into the world of living.

"Hello! Yes! I am here! And alive."

Only until the Jaime Reyes deems it acceptable to initiate your destruction.

Bart resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid scarab. Jaime giggled, grabbing a Chicken Whizee and popping it into Bart's mouth.

"You're so cute when you do that." he admitted to Bart, chewing on his own delicious snack. Bart cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, am I?"

"Yesindeedyouaremygoodsir."

"I don't understand speed talk."

Their faces were getting closer and closer to each other.

"No?" Jaime questioned, "Doesn't your grandfather teach you anything?"

And closer.

"Not much." Bart admitted cheekily, "He spends all his time with you after all, the golden child of-"

The space between their lips suddenly disappeared and all Bart was aware of was just how soft and beautiful Jaime really was. He felt the spanish boy vibrating under the pressure of the kiss and Bart smiled into it.

Warning: Danger detected within the immediate vicinity. The Jaime Reyes is attempting to suffocate this organism.

Bart giggled at that. The two finally separated for air. Bart reached up and wiped the little bit of spittle off from his lips. Jaime blinked, staring at him with these wide eyes.

"I don't know why I did that." he admitted softly, still staring at the younger boy in front of him, "I just felt like doing it, I guess."

Bart grinned seductively. "Then feel like doing it again."

Jaime's eyes widened even more. Bart's eyelids shut softly as he approached the speedster and wrapped his hands around his midsection. Jaime laughed and leaned in closer.

"My pleasure."

For some reason, ignoring Khaji Da became a more simpler task than it had ever been.

#bluepulseweek2017 #bluepulseweek17 #bluepulse #speedbuggy #bart allen #Jaime Reyes #bart allen/jaime reyes #Young Justice #day 5 #power swap AU #AU #fanfiction #cute boyfriends #first kiss #khaji da #the scarab #being annoying lol

[a-winchester-fairytale]

Memories ~ A Case of Christmas Part 2

Summary: Spending Christmas with Bobby and the brothers on a ghost hunt proves difficult when Dean and Sam start fighting and you get caught in the middle. 

Dean x Reader, Sam, Bobby

Warnings: Grumpy Dean, Canon violence, Christmas fluff

A/N: This is a Supernatural series that I have been working on.  The "Memories" are meant to provide a backstory between the reader and the Winchesters, so they will span over a few years.  I did change a few things about the timeline, but I tried to stick as much as possible to the events of the show.  I appreciate all feedback!  Thanks a bunch!

Word Count: 2,829

Memories Masterlist

Dean and Sam lost Bart’s friends quickly and rushed out of the doors, both frozen for a moment at what they saw.  The ghost was holding you up, one hand shoved against your chest.  Your body was limp as he sucked the energy from you to power himself. 

Dean and Sam looked around quickly.  Sam picked up a piece of iron rebar lying on the ground near the door to the bar and took a swing at the ghost.  The ghost temporarily disappeared and you fell to the ground. 

“Dean, over there!” Sam shouted, pointing on the ground nearby.  Dean spotted the watch, and as Sam continued to keep the ghost at bay, Dean put the watch in a nearby can and set it on fire.  Within seconds, the ghost went up in a flame and was gone.

Sam reached you first, lifting your head into the crook of his arm.  “Y/N, can you hear me?”  He asked.

Dean knelt on the other side, taking your hand to feel your wrist for a pulse.  He breathed a sigh of relief when you moaned, your eyes fluttering open.

“Is it gone?”  You asked.  Sam nodded.

“He’s gone.  Let’s get out of here before your boyfriend's buddies notice we left the bar.”  Dean said.  Sam lifted you up in his arms and walked toward the car.

“I’m okay, Sam.  You don’t have to carry me.”  You said, your voice still weak, but Sam didn’t listen.  He set you down gently in the back of the impala and the three of you drove back to the cabin.

Once inside the cabin, Sam insisted that you lay still on the couch and he covered you up with a blanket.  You could feel your strength coming back and you kept trying to get up. 

“Y/N, will you just relax for one evening.  That ghost zapped a lot of energy from you.”  He scolded.

“Sam, will you stop being such a mother hen.”  You pleaded, and you heard a chuckle from Dean, where he sat in the kitchen relaying the evening to Bobby.

“Yeah, Sammy.  Don’t be such a mother hen.”  Dean mocked you, only accomplishing to get a customized bitch-face from Sam.  You rolled your eyes at the two of them.  Even though Dean seemed a little less aggressive since you talked to him earlier, there was still a lot of tension between them.

“Maybe Sam is right about this one, Kiddo.”  Bobby said.  You could hear the concern in his voice and it made you settle down.  The last thing you wanted was to make him worry about you.  He had been through so much and you knew he was struggling with a lot of it.  He didn’t need any extra stress. 

You knew that was what made you chase after Dean earlier.  You had managed to stay out of his argument with Sam, but when he snapped at Bobby, you just couldn’t stay quiet anymore. 

“You were pretty good at coming up with stuff off the top of your head tonight.  I thought Dean screwed it for sure.”  Sam told you, interrupting your thoughts.  You both heard a sarcastic tone from the kitchen, but it was too low to understand what Dean said so you ignored it.

“I ought to be.  I’ve spent my whole life pretending to be someone else.”  You told him.  When you were little, you made up things to cope with the fact that you changed schools so much.  It became like a game.  Now that you were older, you were always lying to people about what you did for a living, lying to witnesses, cops, anyone you needed information from.  It was almost a second nature.

“I’ll tell you what I couldn’t figure out.“  Dean started.  "How in the world are you still sober?  You were matching him shot for shot."  He added.  Sam had to admit that even he was curious about that one.

You glanced at Bobby, who instantly started laughing, getting both of the boys attention.  Bobby had taught you that trick years ago when you complained to him about guys always hassling you about not drinking in bars.  He told you the trick was to make friends with the bartender and get really good at acting. 

"It was water."  You told him, after a moment of consideration. 

"Huh."  Dean said, his eyebrows raised as he considered what you had done.  "Clever."  He admitted.  He glanced at Sam, nodding slightly with his lips turned up in a grin.

"I had no idea.  How did you talk them into letting you do that?"  Sam asked.

"I bribed the bartender.  You’d be surprised what you can get them to do for you with a good tip."  You told him, laughing at his expression.

‘Well, she’s right about that."  Dean added, a devilish smirk.

"Dude…no one wants to know that."  Sam shot at him, disgusted at Dean’s implications.

"Definitely not."  You added, but you bit down on your lower lip to hide the your smile.

“Hey, look outside.  It’s snowing.”  Sam said, excitement in his voice.  You turned around and watched out the window, your face lighting up like a little kid.

“Seriously?”  Dean groaned.

“You don’t like snow?”  You asked, surprised.

“It’s cold and wet and it’s going to cover the car and the roads.  It will probably be hours before they plow the roads in the morning.”  He grumbled.

“Fine."  You shrugged.  "Come on, Sam.”  You said, grabbing his hand and pulling him outside, your restful evening forgotten.  Dean leaned over and watched out of the window as you spun around in the snow, trying to catch a snowflake on your tongue, as Sam walked out to check and make sure the windows in the impala were up.  Dean could see Sam laughing at you and after a moment he realized he had a smile on his face too.

“Those two are going to end up sick.”  Bobby said, shaking his head.

“Probably.”  Dean added, not taking his eyes away from the vision of you getting his little brother to lay down in the snow and flail his arms around in an attempt to make snow angels.

“I’m going to bed.”  Bobby announced, rolling toward the hall.

“Night, Bobby.”  Dean said, leaning against the wall.  He never saw Bobby flip the switch in the hallway before rolling himself back the bedroom, but he turned away from the window as the room lite up from the Christmas lights on the tree.  Dean glanced at the living room, covered in lights, a huge tree in the corner and a fire in the fireplace.  It looked like a picture book Christmas.  He knew the scene should make him happy, but instead it just made him feel sad inside and he didn’t know why. 

The next morning, Dean snuck into the living room and placed a small messily wrapped box under the tree with the others.  On his way back to his room, he heard your voice through the door talking to your father.

“I’m not alone.”

“No dad, Bobby’s here and the boys came up for a few days.”

“Sam and Dean.”

“Yes, it’s fine.”

“Just stay safe and we can have Christmas when you get home.”

Dean walked quietly back to his room, thinking of all the Christmas’ that he had spent telling his own father that it didn’t matter that he wasn’t there.  That him and Sammy were fine.  He knew that this was different; you weren’t a little kid.  Neither was he anymore, but the memory came back to him none the less.  He knew this couldn’t be the first Christmas you had spent without your father, but you still loved all this stuff; the tree, the presents, the snow, all of it.  He was still trying to remember when he stopped believing in it all when he heard everyone else get up and gather in the living room.  

He took a deep breath and walked out to find Bobby sitting at the kitchen table and you sitting on the couch opposite Sam as he turned his present in his hands.  He looked up with that puppy dog smile as he pulled the wrapping paper off of the new leather journal.  In the bottom corners you had SW and DW inscribed to match the initials they had carved into the impala when they were kids. 

“This is incredible.”  Sam told you, astonished.  “How did you do this?”

“I saw the engravings in the car and took a picture of them a while back on a hunt.  I know a guy that does leather work and I just asked him for a favor.  I know Dean likes using John’s journal, but I thought you might want to start one of your own.”  You told him.

“That’s really nice, Sammy.”  Dean admired, standing a little behind him.

“There’s something for you too.”  Sam told Dean over his shoulder.

“What?”  Dean asked, his face flinching a little.  Sam handed a small box back to him.  Dean took it carefully, blushing a little.  Instead of opening the present, he put it in his jacket pocket and muttered something about opening it later.  Sam, in an effort to make Dean less uncomfortable, handed you a box also.

“This one is for you.  It’s from both of us.”  Sam told you.  You smiled, glancing back at Dean for an instant, his face apprehensive, as you tore the paper. 

Inside was a silver necklace with several beautiful etchings all over it.  You recognized some of the symbols, but some you had never seen before.  The detail taken with it was perfect.  You were stunded.

“Wow.”  You whispered.  “Where did you guys find something like this?”  You asked, looking up at Sam.

“Well…”  Sam started, glancing back at Dean before he told you, “It was our mom’s”.  Your eyes immediately went to Dean’s face, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes.  Instead he walked over to hand Bobby the gift they had brought for him.  As you watched him walk away, you could see that Bobby was staring at him in the same way, an eyebrow raised in surprise.

“It’s beautiful.  Thank you.”  You practically whispered.  Sam just smiled as you clasped the necklace around your neck. 

“Thank you.”  Sam replied, his hands still running across the leather of the journal he hadn’t put down yet.

Your eyes went nervously to Dean, as he talked with Bobby, just out of earshot.  “Sam, are you sure he is okay with this?”  You asked. 

“It was his idea.”  Sam told you.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, it surprised me too.  He just came in my room last night and asked me if I was okay with it.”  Sam explained.  “And I am.”  He added in response to the look on your face.  You smiled and stood up to put your arms around his neck.  Sam laughed and hugged you back. 

You glanced over his shoulder to see Dean walk away, back to the bedroom.  Once inside the room, he pulled the present back out of his pocket and just held it in his hands. 

Dean didn’t have too many things there were completely his.  The car, his leather jacket, his journal; they all had belonged to his dad and they become his when he was old enough.  His whole life, if Dean ever had anything extra, he made sure to give it to Sammy so he would be okay. 

Sam had given him the Samulet when their dad didn’t make it home for Christmas when they were kids, and they had a small Christmas a few years ago after he begged Sam for a week after he made his deal with the Crossroads Demon.  This was different. 

Part of him wanted to just leave the box wrapped up, the thought of you giving him a present meaning more to him that whatever you put inside the wrapping paper.  Another part of him realized he had been such a jerk the whole time they had been here.  He just stood there, holding the box, feeling like he didn’t deserve it.

“I hope I didn’t weird you out.  It’s just a little something.  It’s no big deal.”  You said from behind him, misunderstanding his hesitation at the gift.  You saw him run his hand quickly over his face before turning to face you.

“Yes it is.”  He answered.  “Thank you.”  He added, and you smiled.

“Merry Christmas, Dean.”  You told him.  He set the box down and wrapped his arms around you.  When he pulled back, his eyes fell on the necklace.

“Looks good on you.”  He said.  Your fingers instinctively went to touch the silver metal.

“I know how much this means to you both.  I’ll take good care of it, I promise.”

Dean just shook his head.  “It is meant to protect you.”  He said with a smile.  He didn’t want to admit it, but the altercation with the ghost the night before had really bothered him.  It made him think of all the things that could happen to you on a hunt and he wanted you to be safe.

"Hey, you guys want some of this eggnog before we head out?"  Sam’s voice came from the living room.

"Save me some.  I’ll be right there."  You hollered back, feeling Dean release you and take a couple of steps back to where his duffle bag lay on the edge of the bed.  With one more glance at him, you turned and walked back to the living room to join Sam and Bobby. 

Later that morning, you helped the brothers load up their stuff in the car.  You were walking back to the cabin when you saw Dean come outside, yelling at his brother to hurry up.  He slammed the door a little harder than he had intended, causing a huge pile of snow to fall down from the roof, covering him.  You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand.

“Son of a bitch!”  He grumbled.  You saw Sam open the door and lose it completely.  Dean just glared at him over his shoulder, making Sam laugh harder.  You tried to hold back a laugh, but a snort came out and Dean glared up at you.  You were covering your mouth with both hands, but he could see your eyes dancing and your shoulders shaking.

“You think this is funny?”  he popped off.

“I’m sorry.”  You said, trying to hold back the monstrous smile on your face, laughter in your voice.  “You look like the abominable snowman.”  You finished, losing control.

“Oh, yeah?”  Dean asked, shaking the snow off of his head, making you laugh even harder.  You bent over; your hands on your knees as he fluffed the collar of his jacket to get the rest of the snow off of his shoulders.  Within an instant, he was off the porch and running after you.

“Run Y/N” Sam warned, holding his side from laughing.  You started running back to the car, but you knew you would never make it.  You felt Dean’s arm around your waist and before you knew it, he was picking you up over his shoulder.

“Put me down.”  You said, struggling against him and laughing.  “Help me, Sam” You called out.  You could hear Dean laughing too, that deep throaty laugh you seldom heard anymore since the weight of their choices sat on his shoulders.  Suddenly, a ball of snow came from Sam and hit Dean in the shoulder.

“Oh, I see how it is.”  Dean said, reaching to get a handful of snow.  He launched it at Sam, hitting him on the side of his face.  “Ha-ha!”  Dean called out triumphantly, but he slipped and the two of you fell into the snowbank.

“Smooth.”  Sam yelled back at his brother.

“Are you okay?”  Dean asked quickly, a huge smile still on his face, his nose and cheeks turning red from the cold.  You nodded.

“What are you idgits doing?”  You heard Bobby holler from the house and all three of you started laughing.  Bobby just shook his head.

“Watch out, Winchester.  Looks like you might actually be having fun.”  You snickered at Dean.

“Yeah, I think I am.”  He admitted, still chuckling.  He stood up and then pulled you up to him.  You dusted yourself off as Sam walked over to the both of you.

"Truce?"  He asked.  Dean glanced at him, considering his offer.

"Sure."  Dean replied.  Sam let out a breath before Dean added, "For now.”

“Aww, come on."  Sam groaned and you couldn’t help but smile.  Dean threw his arm around your shoulders and led you toward the car, Sam following behind.

"You guys be safe."  You told them, as they climbed into the impala.

"Always."  Dean told you, with a wink.  It made you feel warm inside to see his smile again.  Sam rolled his eyes.

"I’ll call you in a few days."  He promised, closing the door and they were gone.

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#dean winchester #dean x reader #Sam Winchester #bobby singer #supernatural #christmas #winter #ghost #series #fanfic #reader fanfiction #Memories

[janakimurali]

Smile, There’s Only This Life

Janaki Murali

(I wrote this short story, Smile, There’s Only This Life for the literary e-zine, Earthen Lamp Journal. It was published in 2013) 

Mira was excited. And why wouldn’t she be - this was her first trip to San Francisco.

Mira was smiling when she went through immigration. ‘Yes, I am visiting my son. He works in an IT company… You see, I haven’t seen my son for some years now…and I am planning to meet some cousins in the Bay area….I know, it would have been better to visit in the summer…I’m sorry, rambling on like this…I am excited, that’s all. ’

Mira was still smiling as she waited at baggage-claim to pick up her bags. She adjusted the folds in her silk sari and wrapped her pashmina shawl around herself. She continued to smile, as she rolled her luggage to BART, the Bay Area Rapid Transport line, where Sami had said he would pick her up.

Mira had come bearing gifts for Sami. Silk kurtas, embroidered cushion covers, masala powders, and Sami’s favourite ladoos.

It was so long since she had met her son. Was it five years since…since he had come to India? It had been for a family wedding and he had, as usual, skirted the issue of marriage…and…and told her….

‘Hi, you must be Sammy’s mom. I am Gary,’ said a voice beside her.

Mira started. 

She saw the tall blonde American standing beside her and paled. All her excitement shrivelled up and she felt knots in her stomach.

‘He -- hello. Where’s -- is Sami here too?’ she asked, looking expectantly behind him

‘Sammy couldn’t come. Last minute project hassles, but don’t worry, he’s taking some time off,’ said Gary, as he picked up her heavy bags easily.

He’s Sami, not Sammy, she wanted to say, but all she said was, ‘Thank you for coming to get me.’

As she followed Gary to the BART train going towards Richmond, she wished her tongue would unlatch itself. It seemed to be stuck to her palate. Gary was asking her about her flight and all she could answer, was in monosyllables. Gary gave up after a while. She released her breath.

She looked out of the window at the clutter of quaint homes curving down the hills. She tried to remember the names of the stations: San Bruno, South San Francisco, Colma, Daly City, Balboa Park, Glen Park….

’We are next,’ said Gary, picking up her bags, as they announced 24th St Mission. He made his way past the alighting commuters, sidestepping the ones carrying their bicycles.

Mira followed, climbing the steep stairs up from the underground station to the bright sunshine above. She continued to trudge behind the tall American as he unlocked the gate to their apartment block and then opened the door to the apartment.

‘This is your room; actually it’s a study…I hope you’ll be okay. Would you like anything? Coffee perhaps….? No? Okay, Sammy should be home soon and then we can go to a restaurant, if you’re not jetlagged that is.’

Its Sami she wanted to say, but once again she ignored the mispronunciation of her son’s name and said instead, ‘I would like to rest a while, if it’s all right?’

Gary nodded.

Mira shut the door after him, threw her handbag on the day bed and then collapsed on it.

It was not going to be easy. She knew that now.

What had made her undertake the twenty-two-hour long journey from home to an unknown country? Had she come to assure herself that it really was true?

One look at Gary and she knew it was true.

When Sami had been in school, she had told him to pray along with her every night, so that the unnatural feelings he had would go away. And hadn’t he done just that…prayed every night?

She had hoped it was a phase and that it would pass.But it hadn’t. When Sami came to the US for his undergrad, no one was more relieved than she was. She didn’t have to worry about what people would say. They would never have to know.

When Sami confirmed her worst fears five years ago, she had met that with silence, hoping it would all go away. Every time Sami called, she spoke of everything else but what was on top of their minds. When he sent links for her to read up on the subject, she promptly deleted them. When he asked her whether she would like to meet a counsellor, she met it with silence too

Bits of a conversation at a social dinner recently came back to her.

‘I don’t think we should care about caste or religion anymore; we should worry about whether our sons like girls. I keep telling my husband, let our son marry anyone, as long as it’s a girl,’ a woman said.

‘What do you think, Mira?’ someone asked, and she felt all their eyes on her.

‘I don’t know,’ she said.

‘Isn’t your son in the US?’

‘What does he say?’

Did they suspect? Did they whisper behind her back?

She had managed to get out of the situation, saying nothing, pleading a growing migraine and had rushed back home.’

So, she had been more surprised than Sami, when she had finally accepted his offer of a round trip ticket for San Francisco. But now, she wasn’t so sure that it had been a good idea.

Perhaps, it was just jetlag. After all, it was night in India. Exhausted mentally and physically, Mira fell into a fitful nap and awoke only when she heard a knock on her door.

‘Ma, are you napping? It’s Sami. I am home.’

‘No, I am awake. Give me a minute.’

Mira splashed some water on her face, applied a dash of lipstick and finger combed her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. ‘Work that smile. Wipe that sadness off your eyes. You’re here to have a good time. It’s only a week, it will be over soon,’ she told her image in the mirror.

She opened the door with a huge smile.

‘Oh Sami, Sami, I missed you so much,’ she said.

‘Me too Ma, it’s so wonderful to see you! Did you have a good flight? Are you jetlagged? I am so sorry I couldn’t be there at the airport to receive you. I am taking time off from tomorrow to be with you. I had to tie some loose ends and hand my project over to a team mate. You know, deadline and all that. Oh Ma, I am so glad you could come,’ said Sami, lifting his mother off the floor and swinging her round.

‘Sami, stop, you crazy boy! I feel dizzy!’

‘Oh, where are my manners? You met Gary, of course. What do you think of him? Isn’t he wonderful?’

Mira felt her smile slipping. Her stomach knotted again.

‘Yeah, he…Gary was very kind,’ she managed to reply. *** Mira had never known a week to be so long.

Every morning, she wore her smile and saw only what she wanted to see. She saw two friends watching baseball together, cooking and cleaning together, joking and teasing each other like any other friends would do. Every day, the boys took her to explore their favourite haunts: to Twin Peaks to catch the spectacular view of San Francisco; to Haight and Ashbury, to soak in rock & roll history and see the vintage stores; to ride the cable car to Dragon Gate and China Town; to Union Square to gaze at the fancy stores and gawk at the giant Christmas tree; and to walk through the misty Golden Gate Bridge.

There were new tastes for her palate every night too: Tapas, wood burned pizzas, burritos, sushi, hummus, pita. …She even tried to eat her noodles with chopsticks like the boys did. Most evenings they walked home, so Mira could admire the Victorian architecture around Mission.

Every night she blamed her jetlag to retire early, so that she didn’t have to wonder about their sleeping arrangements. As far as she knew, the boys took turns to sleep on the living room couch, as there was only one other bedroom.

Gary was with them all the time; she never got a moment alone with Sami. Gary too had taken time off and closed his studio for a week. Why couldn’t he paint or sculpt or do whatever else he did, so that she could have some time alone with her son? Was he afraid that she would take Sami away from him?

And would she?

She wondered what she would say if she really could influence Sami. Marry an understanding girl, give me a grandson, and then live the life you want to? She was disturbed that she was even thinking these thoughts. No wonder Gary was afraid.

Mira wished her husband was still alive. Not because he would have accepted Sami’s situation, but because he would have been difficult and unbending and that would have made her stronger. She would have concentrated all her energies on fighting him, allowing no time for her own emotions to surface. *** Finally, it was her last evening in San Francisco.

The next morning, she would take the BART and then the CALTRAIN to Menlo Park to meet her cousins, before flying out to the East Coast to visit more relatives.

After dinner at a Japanese restaurant, Sami suggested that they walk down Castro Street.

‘I don’t think so, Sammy…,’ started Gary.

‘What do you say, Ma, are you up to it?’ asked Sami.

‘If it’s not too far, I can walk,’ she said.When they reached Castro Street, Mira reeled in shock.

Castro was obviously a gay district.

Sami was pointing out the trendy stores and the famous Castro theatre, but she didn’t register anything. She was trying not to cringe every time she saw a gay couple…holding hands, their arms around each other… Oh God, why had Sami brought her here?

She wasn’t ready.

When they came back home, Mira’s head was pounding.

She made her excuses and retired early. Sami watched her with worry. Gary’s face had the ‘I told you so,’ look.

Oh God, what had she got herself into?

She lay on the bed in the study, with her eyes tightly shut.

‘It’s only more night. I’ll be gone tomorrow,’ she kept repeating to herself over and over again. *** ‘Ma, are you awake?’ Sami was knocking on her door.

It was a cold Wednesday morning. The date: December 11, 2013.

Mira peered at the clock on her bedside. It was 4.00 am. She got up in a hurry.

What had happened? She opened the door wide.

‘Gary and I have been up the whole night. The Supreme Court reversed the High Court ruling…you know… Section 377...I sent you clippings on that. It’s a setback for all of us, Ma. I can never come back to India now. I can never come home,’ his voice shook.

Mira took one look at her son’s pale face and gathered him in her arms. He was shaking.

Gary was standing in the dark beyond, his face grave and worried.

‘What are you waiting for Gary? Come on inside,’ she said.

The three of them cuddled on her small bed, watching the news and the reactions flowing from all over the world. Gary had put up his laptop on her bedside table so that they could all watch together.

‘I am going to make us all some coffee,’ said Mira.

While she waited for the electric kettle to boil, Mira closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath. She opened them again and brushed the unshed tears in them with the back of her hand.

She knew now why she had come. She had wanted to assure herself that her son had found someone who would stand by him through the tough times, not only the good times. She knew now that Sami had found that person in Gary.

Mira smiled. This was her first genuine smile since she had come to San Francisco. She now took a tray and placed the large mugs of hot filter coffee and a bowl of biscuits and carried them back to the study.

Mira squatted on the bed between her two boys, placed her arms around their waists and hugged them close to her.

‘Sami, can you open a comments column on one of those popular news channels? I have something to say. C’mon smile, there’s only this life.’

Sami met her infectious smile with a tremulous one and opened a comments window on a popular online news portal.

Mira started typing, ‘I am an Indian mother, my son is gay and I am proud of him. We will continue to fight…’

The End

#shortstory SanFrancisco #gay rights #mother's love #Short Stories

[thewriterwithnoplan]

Fire,Brimstone and the Glory of Gotham (Part 8)

Summary: Bart Allen always seems to know something about something. Strange facts or secrets or theories gifted to him from his soulmate. This ‘gift’ along with his forbidden speed wielding abilities, get him landed smack bang in the center of the Gotham Resistance - an army fighting against the Reach with the help of villains and assassins. Tangled up with the Council of Robins - an elitist group of heroic descendants - and their fearless leader Y/N Drake AKA Commander Apocalypse, Bart must navigate this new environment like a minefield. Because one wrong step could bring his life and the lives of every last human being, to a short and bitter end. Pairing: Bart Allen x Reader Word Count: 1229 Warnings: Probably swearing.

Bart had expected that to be the end of their day. Y/N had already completed four hours of paperwork – how she could sit still for that long Bart would never know. But apparently, Commander Apocalypse of the Gotham Resistance still had duties to attend to.

“We’re going to a hearing,” She told him, “The Resistance likes to bring problems to the Council, so every so often we set up a few hours where they can come to us with anything, they need us to solve. Mostly its people wanting extra rations, or they want us to punish someone over a petty squabble.”

Too easy, Bart had thought, I just have to sit beside her and nod, right?

Y/N led him to the choosing room, where she’d first met him and the other new recruits. The other Council members were already kicked back in their huge leather, throne-like desk chairs. Melanie and Tate were perched on the arms of Dorian’s chair, discussing something that sounded suspiciously like genetic warfare. Alice was talking quietly with Mari’, while Jocelyn disassembled and reassembled a gun, faster than Bart could run.

“Now that you’re my attendant you’re second in command after the Council. So, the people have a right to question you as well. We’ll introduce you as an attendant of the Council and work from there. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Bart gave her a side-eye, “How sure?”

“Honestly?” Y/N gave him a grim smile, “There’s a 30% chance they kill you themselves and a 20% chance they convince Jocelyn to do it for them.”

“Crash! So, I have a 50/50 chance of dying.”

Then Y/N chuckled. It was so small a sound that Bart almost missed it. But he caught the way her shoulders shook for a fraction of a second, saw the flicker of a smile making its way to her face. Then she surprised him further, making a terrible joke to rival even the speedster legacy;

“Did I mention the 25% chance they throw you into the old Gotham water supply?”

Bart gave her something between an amused grin and a look of utter terror, “You mean the water supply that Joker Junior dumped toxic waste into? Sounds crash, sign me up. It’s better than facing Riding Hood, one on one.”

“See, knew you were smart under all that dork.” She scoffed at him with a teasing smile.

“Sorry?” He tapped his ear. “Didn’t quite hear you right, was that a compliment?”

“Shut up, Flash-boy.” She rolled her eyes at him before marching across the room to slump into her own chair. Awkwardly, Bart took a place at her left wondering if she wanted him to sit on the arm of the chair like Tate and Melanie – he doubted it.

“Who’s first?” Jocelyn finally spoke up, her voice ringing through the room and summoning a swarm of people from the hallway outside.

Many were men and women far older than anyone on the Council but the majority of everyone in there were barely passed their teen years. From what his Soulmate allowed him to know through the bond, Bart figured that the Reach saw them as less threatening than their adult counterparts – a sore miscalculation of their part. None the less, here they all were, lining up to have their troubles solved.

“First order of business!” Dorian sent Bart a pointed look. “Our dear Commander has finally taken on an attendant!”

“This is Bart Allen,” Y/N cut in before they could begin whispering between themselves. “He’s the Last Descendant of the Flash.”

Bart expected them to burst into shouts of outrage like; how could you of all people trust a speedster? But they were deadly silent, only staring at their leaders like they were all coming to a unanimous decision of what to do next. Then someone – a buff blonde warrior – stepped forward from the crowd and saluted.

“So be it,” He stared unflinchingly at the poor boy, “Bart Allen of the Gotham Resistance.”

“So be it.” Another nodded, and like a chain reaction, more people began calling out to him. “So be it! So be it! So be it!”

It was less a welcome and more a ‘fine, but if you do anything we can and will kill you’. But Bart could handle that, he’d expected far worse and the look Y/N gave him said that she had too. Maybe she hadn’t been joking about them throwing him into toxic water. He wouldn’t be surprised, these people were crazy – but then again, so was he.

“You’re lucky Flash-Boy.” Y/N gave another rare chuckle, “You scraped by with a 25% chance of survival. I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

“Maybe.” Was all he said, before the Hearing began and they were swept into a sea of lesser problems.

***

By hour three of solving the Resistance’s petty squabbles with one another Y/N was ready to launch herself into the next Reach member she saw and beg for death. Bart – though looking bored out of his mind – had done well with all the people who’d approached to test him. Thankfully no one had been viciously murdered yet, though Jocelyn still looked like she wanted to flambé the speedster.

After hour four, Dorian had announced that they needed to hold an important meeting in the Council lounge. They’d all made a swift escape and spent the next two hours hiding out with tea, coffee and the platter of sandwiches Alice managed to snag from the kitchens. They spent dinner joking around. Even Bart joined in, managing to make them laugh at least once, not that they’d ever admit it.

“Well, I better turn in.” Jocelyn stood, back cracking as she stretched. “Dad’s taking me out to what’s left Arkham Asylum tomorrow, apparently Two-Face is cracking shit again.”

Tate snorted, “Have fun with Half-Face. Tell my father I said an extra special Fuck you.”

“Look, man,” She hissed through her teeth. “I like you and all but I’m not purposely going near Scarecrow.”

“Fair.”

“We better go too.” Dorian tugged Melanie and Tate to their feet, “It’s my turn to do training tomorrow and I’m pretty sure you have a double shift at the ward, Mel.”

Melanie gave a long groan, “Gee thanks for the reminder.”

“See you losers at breakfast.” Jocelyn waved, “Oh and Flash-boy? You aren’t so bad.”

Bart gave a grateful nod and waved her off as Dorian and his attendants followed her out. Alice quickly dismissed herself with Mari’ – something about it being well past her bedtime. Y/N smiled as her family bid goodnight and left her and Bart to their own devices.

“Guess we better go too.” She huffed, heaving herself to her feet. “Another day of work tomorrow. I think you could be good at public appeal; you’d just have to make friends with as many people as possible.”

“You want me to keep you on people’s good side?” Bart nodded absentmindedly like his mind was going the speed of his feet. “You saved me from Jocelyn, I can do that.”

“Then we should get some rest.” Y/N offered him a hand to pull him to his feet, “Big day tomorrow.”

“Is every day around here this busy?” He frowned, wondering how she put up with the utter chaos that had been that day.

Y/N only grinned like a lunatic, “Oh, you bet.”

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