#But Jason rarely remembers he exists

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Fae! Adjacent Danny, adjacent bc I’m really tired and can’t remember all of the rules.

Even before he died, there was something off an out Danny. It’s why his bullies existed, and why his friends were so loyal.

Danny was fae. Kind of. Different, to say the least. Those who fit in instinctually felt a sense of weirdness, of a just barely there shiver. Those who were outcasts loved it.

It stands to reason that when Danny moved to Gotham, everyone and their goddamn cousins loved him. Gotham was made of misfits, and Danny was one of their own.

A boy who could have been his own brother walked into his store. Danny glanced up at the slight ting of the doorbell. A head full of fluffy black hair, eyes bluer than the skies, and a camera hanging its heavy weight against the boy’s neck.

The boy glanced down at the circle- the very obvious circle- Danny made of polished stones and gems that was placed on the side of the counter.

The boy looked at him, nerves apparent in his posture, and stepped into the circle. Danny straightened. Ah, a customer.

“I came here to make a deal.”

“I see. And what is it that you desire?”

The boy puffed up and handed Danny a written contract.

“The full and complete revival of one Jason Peter Todd, buried at Gotham Memorial on lot #537.”

Danny glanced through the contract. It was as foolproof as possible.

“Very clever. But you’ve forgotten something.”

“What?”

Danny smiled a small eldritch thing at the boy. “There is always a price, little sparrow.”

“I’ll pay it.” The boy said.

“And what if what I want…” Danny placed a thumb under the boy’s eyes. He must learn not to be going around and making deals with beings like Danny. “Are your eyes?”

The boy trembled.

“You can have them in exchange for the contents… the contents of that paper being completed.”

“And what if what I want is… your full name?”

A terrible price. Once you gave people like him your name, you could never come back.

The boy closed his eyes. “Okay. Okay. You can-” the boy opened those eyes again and looked at Danny with determination. “But only after you complete the tasks.l

Danny wasn’t fae. He was almost one, yes, but he was always a little more human than the rest of his kind. It made him gentle. To them, it made him weak. The fae are rarely ever kind, and Danny was made of kindness.

“This price, I will not take it from you.” Danny raised a palm when the boy made to protest. “Instead, it will be taken from your… brother himself, for that will be the nature of his revival.”

“Are you sure you don’t want my name? Or- or something?”

Danny smiled.

“Not while you are within my circle, little sparrow.”

“Why do you call me that?”

Danny smirked. “One day, I might even tell you. For now, we will complete your contract. The price…”

The boy tensed up.

Danny pointed at the camera. “The price will be that camera. You may keep the pictures.”

“Deal.” The boy’s face lit up. Danny grinned with a bit with too much teeth.

“We have a deal.” And Danny released the boy with his- no, with Danny’s- camera from the circle. When he stumbled out of it, Danny gestured to the door, and flicked the switch that connected to the sign, turning it from Open to Closed.

“Lead the way, little Sparrow.”

The boy stared at him… then stuck his hand out.

“I’m Tim.”

Danny laughed. “I’m Danny. Don’t go making deals with people like me if you can help it, kid.”

#do not take advice from me that involves the fae #I have the memory of a goldfish #and once I saw a perfectly circular ring of mushrooms on campus #and went wow what a perfectly round ring of mushrooms #and then went what if there was a body buried underneath there? #and then went what if I walked into it? and then I walked into it #if the fae were real #I’d die first #dcxdp #danny phantom #batman #Tim Drake

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The King and his Red Knight

DPxDC crossover fic

Part 1

Really sorry to everyone who suffered through the fact that I didn't know about the existence of readmore. I can't fix the thread now but the individual posts are better? Sorry I have like a very rough idea of how this site works 😭

Check the: The King and his Red Knight tag to find all the parts

"Go here, Danny. Go then, Danny. Go to a random cemetery in the middle of the night for no reason, Danny." A voice grumbled, accompanied by the sound of sneakers rhythmically tapping stone.

Danny Fenton, currently Phantom, sat on a gravestone, his white hair a beacon in the dark night. There were no stars in the sky for him to gaze upon, their light hidden behind swaths of smog and neon lights playing off the gray clouds.

Clockwork had dumped him here, with no explanation for why. Not that he ever really explained much when he sent Danny off on his tasks. He supposed he should be grateful, at least he was in the same when rather than being transported a thousand years into the past.

"Wait here King Phantom. You will understand in time." Danny mimicked his mentor's voice as he let himself float off the grave he'd been dumped on after Clockwork shoved him out of a portal. His body floated higher until he could flip around, his legs crossing. He sat upside down, his chin in his palm as he glared petulantly at the assembled gravestones surrounding him, his toxic green eyes glowing.

"So far all I've seen is a concerning amount of ecotplasm for a city without a ghost portal and some blob ghosts! How long am I supposed to wait here?" Danny asked the air, and the aforementioned blob ghosts who were hanging off his body, soaking in the ambient ecotoplasm he radiated at all times now.

Neither provided him with an answer to his question and Danny let out a frustrated groan as he lowered his still flipped body to look once more on the gravestone he'd been tasked with waiting on.

Jason Todd, the name read. The dates, too close together, made something in Danny squeeze painfully. He'd been young, barely older than Danny when he stepped into the portal. Only for this teenager there had been no ectoplasm to bind to his dying body and repair the damage of death and force him back into a semblance of life.

"Who were you and why did Clockwork send me to you?" Danny asked the gravestone, one clawed finger tracing the words before he pulled back with a sigh when the gravestone gave him no explanation. The dead didn't always speak, not even to their king.

Turning his body Danny looked over the rest of the cemetery. It was empty, as most usually were this time of night, of the living. There were a few shades wandering around, circling closer to him, drawn by his presence. No full ghosts though, but oddly enough there rarely were in cemeteries. This was where the dead came to rest. To remember, if they wanted to. Cemeteries were sacred spaces to the dead, much as a temple or a church would be for the living who were religious. Ghosts who still clung to life, to their obsessions, did not frequent cemeteries, did not dare trespass and disturb those who had already found their peace.

Danny himself was an oddity. He had never shied from cemeteries, enjoying the peace he found in them, the guarantee of safety offered. And perhaps, he mourned that he himself would never have a gravestone for the living to place their flowers and their tears at. Who would make a grave for someone who was both alive and dead? There would never be a body to bury for him. His human half would continue to live on so long as his ghost core remained and could fuel it.

Maybe that was why he found peace in cemeteries, for all his whining that Clockwork had dumped him here. Cemeteries were for the living and the dead, one of the only places both existed in harmony naturally. For someone who was as much dead as he was alive such a place held a certain degree of belonging for him.

Danny straightened out in the air, letting his body lie above the grave as he folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the covered sky. He complained and whined about this task, but he was secretly glad that Clockwork had given him something to do. Even if it was just 'hang out in a random cemetary'.

Ever since he'd graduated high-school, revealed himself to his parents and discovered how deep prejudice and hate could run, and he'd run away to the Infinite Realms for sanctuary while his friends moved forward with their lives, he'd felt unmoored. A ghost with no haunt. Bored was too light a word for the gaping emptiness he felt in his chest, for the loneliness clawing at him. Clockwork, Wulf, Pandora they could help chip at the ache inside of him but not banish it. Not now that his family, his friends, were spread so far apart and so distant from him.

Not that he resented their choices, their distance, in fact he'd fought for them to do just that, to get out of Amity Park, to go to college, to become more than overworked teen superheroes. Still he missed them, even if he could visit them whenever he wanted. It was becoming clear as time moved forward that the world they belonged to and the one he did were two different things.

Danny Fenton couldn't go to college when his parents had declared him dead. Danny Fenton didn't exist as far as the government was concerned. Danny Phantom couldn't return to Amity when those same parents were waiting to capture him and tear him apart 'molecule by molecule'. Danny Phantom couldn't go back when the GIW were crawling over the town like ants.

So neither Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom returned to Amity after that day. And he made sure they couldnt follow him when he ensured the portal that took his life to function never opened again. He didn't need the portal any longer to get in and out of the Infinite Realms, and it was safer for the ghosts, his subjects, if the temptation of the Fenton portal was gone.

The world of the living was not yet ready to accept that the dead didn't always stay dead. And Danny would keep his people safe until they were.

Danny jolted from his lazing state of reverie when a pulse of emotion rocked through him, the strength of it stealing his breath if he had any to take.

Fear/Trapped/Dark/Fear/Help/HELP pounded into him and Danny frantically flipped around, head swiveling, poisonous green eyes wide as he triedf to locate the source. The emotions, the plea for help, burned his core, his Obsession screamed at him.

Help/SomeonePlease/Dark/Trapped/CANTBREATHE/HELP another wave of messages, of emotions pushed themselves at Danny and this time underneath the onslaught he could hear a rhythmic thudding. Danny looked down, horror filling him when he realized the thudding was coming from under the ground. From the grave he'd been hovering over for an hour now.

Danny flew down, sending back a wave of I'mHere/HelpIsComing/I'mComing to the boy trapped in his own coffin, feeling the intense wave of relief and hope sent back before he dived into the earth as if it wasn't there. Danny paused for a moment when he passed the thick wooden coffin, seeing a boy in the dark with wide, panicked blue eyes and fingers tipped with shredded nails and fresh blood.

"Hey, I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" Danny told the boy, keeping his voice gentle, soft. The boy jolted, fixating on the only source of light, Danny's growing green eyes. Danny hoped his smile came off as calming instead of 'freaky AF' as Tucker liked to call it. He grabbed the boy, Jason, as carefully as he could and then let his intangibility wash over the terrified teen as he lifted them both out of the coffin.

When they emerged from the coffin and the ground Danny set the teen down, leaning him against the gravestone, his own gravestone, and pulled back a bit. The boy was gasping in air as if the fetid, polluted air was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

Danny tilted his head as he watched the boy ground himself. Now that the emotions were leveling out and his Obsession was purring in contentment rather than growling in a frenzy, Danny could feel something off about the boy.

Disregarding the fact that he'd just come back from the dead, of course. But that wasn't the oddest thing Danny had seen in his afterlife. No the boy felt... not like a normal, living human. Not even like an Amity Park resident, who all felt more than slightly liminal. No this boy, this Jason Todd, felt closer to liminal than even Jazz, Tucker or Sam, who were three of the most liminal humans Danny had ever been around.

Jason felt almost...like a ghost. But not. Danny could feel the tickle in his throat that proceeded his ghost sense but the tell-tale mist never emerged. It was as if Jason was...like him. But Danny couldn't sense a core either. Even halfas had cores.

"Who are you?" Jason spoke, breaking Danny from his thoughts and examination. Jason was looking at him with a mix of gratitude and suspicion. Which, fair. Danny had just pulled him from his own coffin and there were so many questions that could stem from all of this, disregarding all the weirdness that was just Danny himself.

"I'm Danny, Danny Phantom. Or just Phantom. I go by either. And you're Jason, right?" Danny asked, smiling at the teen and oops, yeah that was definitely his scary smile based on the slight flinch there. It wasn't his fault his teeth were too sharp now and his lips split a bit too wide.

"How did you know that?" Jason asked, blue eyes narrowing. Danny nodded at the gravestone the boy was leaning against with a raised brow. Jason turned and almost toppled over from the movement. Danny frowned as the boy caught himself on his gravestone. His skin was still pale, too pale, and as Danny watched Jason swayed again.

"Shit. You're fading. You didn't form a core and your body isn't stabilizing." Danny cursed, moving towards the boy who scrambled back, only to be stopped by his grave.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jason asked, hands fisting as he tried to rise only to fall back to the ground when his legs refused to hold his weight.

"Saving your life. The dead aren't supposed to come back. There's always a price to pay, a balance that is struck. Currently, as you are, if I don't get enough ectoplasm in you to form your core, you'll fade and turn into a brain-dead husk." Danny told Jason, tone stern and no nonsense as he grabbed him. Jason made an effort to break free, but it was weak, and even at full strength, he wouldn’t have been able to break Danny's hold. Few in this realm could.

If they had the time, Danny would've approached this situation in a far different manner, but this close he could hear Jason's heartbeat, a weak flutter in his chest, skipping beats as it tried to fuel a body that was past saving. Jason didn't have the time for Danny to approach this gently and kindly, to coax trust out of the teen like he would a feral cat.

Jason had minutes left before his ectoplasm starved body consumed itself trying to make a core and failed because while wherever they were had more ambient ectoplasm than most places, it was far from enough to sustain the birth of a halfa. Maybe if Jason had stayed dead for another year, he'd have naturally formed a core and risen as a proper ghost. But that wasn't what happened, somehow he'd gathered enough to fix his body of whatever wounds or illness had put him in that coffin to begin with and come back to 'life' but without a core to sustain his body he'd be dead, again, in minutes. And Danny was not about to watch while a teenager, another teenager, died.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Jason hissed as Danny pushed his arms down and laid his clawed hands on Jason's chest.

"You don't. But you don't have another choice." Danny said with a shrug. "Now are you going to let me save your life or not?" Danny asked, not moving his hands. He'd save Jason either way but this would be easier if Jason worked with him.

"Fine." Jason spat and Danny smirked as his hands began to glow a toxic green that matched his eyes.

Ectoplasm pooled out of his hands and rushed into Jason, filling him until the boy glowed bright enough to rival the neon lights of the city around them. The green light flared around him like an aura, slowly shrinking but getting impossibly brighter as the glow centralized around his chest until a small glowing ball of green, like a trapped star, blazed from his chest.

Jason gasped, back arching as Danny pulled his hands away and the light vanished under Jason's skin. For a moment Jason's blue eyes burned green and his hair flashed snow white before returning to black, with one single lock of unearthly white left above his forehead. Jason collapsed back against his grave, chest heaving. Danny watched, eyes full of a sad understanding.

"What the fuck was that?" Jason panted out.

"Welcome to the world of the half alive, half dead." Danny said with a smile. "Want to get a burger and talk about it?" He asked, standing up and dusting off his hands.

"Make it a chili dog and you've got a deal."

~~~~~

Fixed some typos added some lines

Maybe I'll continue this AU. Maybe not. This scene was in my head for days and I wanted to share

#dc x dp #Clockwork:And the new Fright Knight is born #Danny said im going to adopt kids from cemetaries now its my thing #Clockwork thought Danny needed more friends so he located the teenager closest to Dannys age and most compatible to being a halfa #Dani: Does this make him my brother or an uncle or what? #Bruce isnt getting this one back #not for awhile anyways #Danny has to teach Jason the ways of the halfa #He gets Jason ghost guns and Jason is very content with that #also with all the fighting he gets to do because thats like how ghosts say hello #Jason also takes one look at Fright Knight's sword and says: I want that gimme #Fright Knight and Skulker take to Jason very quickly and enjoy training him #Jason and Skulker shootouts range half the ghost zone and Danny is just amused #Eventually Jason asks Danny if he wants to help him prank his family and Danny is 100% on board #the red hood arrives back in Gotham with 100% less heads in a dufflebag but 1000% more chaos #Jason and Danny legit haunt the mannor for a few months and convince everyone BUT Alfred theyre conventional ghosts #Danny also adopts Tim during this time because Bruce obviously cant take care of this neglected child and Danny said bet this is mine now #danny phantom #jason todd #batfam #dp x dc #danny phantom au #phantom au #danny phantom fic #The King and his Red Knight #The King and his Red Knight AU #TKAHRK AU #Red Knight AU

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okay!! now that it’s not 2am for me, i’m going to post my selkie!jason todd hc’s straight up au apparently! 

(uh. this was supposed to just be a list of hc’s but i got slightly,,,, carried away)

his selkie skin looks like an oversized red hoodie in his human form, and is just warm enough to help him survive new england winters.

when the summer heat becomes unbearable, he slings the hoodie around his waist

alternatively, he just coasts it out underwater. perks of living in a coastal city!

willis todd was a selkie. he used to tell jason stories of what it was like to swim through the big, wide ocean. of how freeing it felt. how different it is, from the smoggy, heavy air of gotham --- different, but both theirs, in their own right.

but to be honest, jason doesn’t remember much about the stories he was told, or really, anything about willis --- he had been in and out of blackgate for most of jason’s life, working for two-face to try and make ends meet, before dying. 

what jason mostly remembers, are the warnings. don’t let anybody know you’re a selkie. don’t let anybody find your skin. they will find it, and they will use it to control you. even decades later, jason would still remember those warnings. 

catherine is the one who teaches him how to swim, who helps him trial-and-error his way into putting his skin on, and learn how to make the transition seamless. 

after she dies, jason spends three months as a seal, to just... exist. forget.   

although jason technically lives on the streets, whenever he can;t find food, whenever he can’t find somewhere warm to sleep, whenever just being human becomes too unbearable, he spends the night as a seal. he ends up spending more time in the ocean, than on land.

that’s not to say he’s very good at being a seal --- he barely knows how to swim, has to learn how to fish the hard way. 

when bruce finds jason stealing his car tires, he marvels over how nice jason’s hoodie is, soft and fluffy even after all of jason’s time on the streets, especially given the condition jason is in, ribs showing from malnutrition, and the worn and raggedy shape of the rest of his stuff.

jason is skittish when he goes to live in the manor, even after a few weeks. he always adopts an expression particularly similar to a cornered wild animal around alfred in particular, alfred, who keeps on trying to take his hoodie away, purportedly to wash it.

alfred eventually gives up on trying to force jason to wash it --- he figures that as jason becomes more comfortable living at the manor, he’ll wind up telling them why he’s so protective over that hoodie, and they can work something out then. 

whenever wayne manor overwhelms jason with how big and how decadently expensive all the decor is, jason runs away, run to the ocean. 

jason doesn’t actually end up telling alfred and bruce that he’s a selkie --- bruce just has a ridiculous amount of motion alarms, which are triggered every time jason ran off. he had followed jason the third night, and saw him transform. 

bruce doesn’t tell jason that he knows, assuming that jason kept this a secret because he didn’t fully trust either of them. he would later learn that he was right in this assumption (a rare win for bruce in terms of emotional awareness)

except jason doesn’t fully trust either of them, even after a few months. bruce impulsively decides to do a few things --- a) tell jason about batman and robin and his crime-fighting secret identity, and b) tell jason he already knows about him being a selkie. 

jason is absolutely bamboozled by the fact that bruce knows, and yet hasn’t tried to take his hoodie to control him, or to stop him from playing in the ocean for a few hours. 

in fact, (under alfred’s encouragement) bruce offers to take him to the ocean during the day, so he can get “a proper night’s rest that a growing young boy such as himself would need”

jason remembers what his father told him, to never trust anyone, never let his guard down. but bruce has known about jason being a selkie for so long, and he didn’t take his hoodie or try anything. of course he can trust bruce. 

and when he tries on the robin costume for the first time, it fits perfectly. just like his hoodie, his second skin. it fits just like magic. 

oh, it’s a little loose in some places, the legacy of dick fucking grayson a little heavy sometimes, but he’ll grow into it. he’ll make himself, if he has to. 

also, jason finds the fact that even though he’s a friggin’ selkie, his callsign is a bird (a robin, no less) incredibly ironic and funny 

being a selkie is actually so useful for vigilantehood. the amount of people who talk freely, openly, and loudly about their drug smuggling plans near the ports is quite frankly, ridiculous.

honestly, towards the end of his robin years, jason remains genuinely surprised nobody catches on to him or his tactics yet. bruce is very proud.  

even though jason is safe, has been safe for three years, and trusts bruce with his life, his skin, and everything, old habits are hard to break. so he has his hoodie on when he goes to find sheila. 

and anyways, he wants to see if sheila is a selkie too. he’s taking biology right now, and they’re learning about punnett squares. jason’s never met another selkie before, other than willis who he barely remembers. there’s a possibility that sheila knows something, anything, so he has to try. 

sheila gets a glint in her eyes when jason mentions that he’s a selkie, tells him that while she’s not one herself, she’s familiar with the myth. she has long suspected that willis was a selkie, she tells him, and she’s glad to have confirmation. 

jason positively vibrates with excitement, can’t wait to ask, to pester his mother (mother!) with questions upon questions until. 

until. 

sheila doesn’t do anything after she gives him to the joker. she just smokes and smokes. and she doesn’t tell the joker about his hoodie, despite how it would have been much easier for the joker to destroy him that way. much more painful too.  

small mercies, he supposes, in between hacking coughs that brings blood bubbling up his lips. 

after he dies, his hoodie is ripped and in tatters from the crowbar, with burns along the edges from the bomb. bruce has to carefully peel it off his body. 

when jason was alive, his magic kept the hoodie in perfect condition, always. even when the rest of him was covered head-to-toe in mud, or dripping sludge from the nasty gotham sewers. 

bruce stares at the same hoodie, blood-soaked and mangled, so incredibly dissonant from how he remembered it on jason, when he was bright, whole, and alive. 

he can’t stand it. the hoodie that was so precious to jason, that was jason, at the core of him, in this state. dirty and ripped and devoid of the magic jason had exuded. 

in a moment of desperation, late at night, bruce asks alfred to teach him how to sew. he doesn’t dare to practice on jason’s beloved hoodie --- instead, he starts with the suits in his closet, grabbing the first one he sees, regardless of price. rips a hole and sews it back together over and over until he perfects his technique. 

and then he washes the fabric gently, using baby fabric cleanser and scrubbing for hours upon hours until the last traces of the deep-set brown stain from jason’s blood washes down the drain.

he painstakingly sews the scraps of fabric back together with a red thread, carefully sourced to match the hoodie to try and make it flow seamlessly like it used to. 

it doesn’t work, not exactly. despite his best efforts, the creases bruce had carefully sewn together are prominent and thick like scars, littering the  soft fabric.

so he gives up. he hangs it over the grandfather clock entrance to the cave in his study. brings it with him every time he visits jason’s grave, because he doesn’t ever want to keep jason’s hoodie away from him, but he also can’t bear for it to get ruined. 

dick visits him. a rare occurrence, these days. 

dick yells at him, as he is wont to do. 

these days, it feels like they spend more time angry at each other than not. dick says that this isn’t right. isn’t fair to anybody, not to alfred, not to himself, definitely not to jason. he rants, jason deserves to be remembered as he was in life, not frozen in death. 

perhaps he is right. bruce is not unaware of the state of violent, cutting stasis he is in, this putrefaction of his life. and he is certainly not unaware of how it is affecting the people around him. dick. alfred. the neighbor’s kid, the one who wants to be robin.   

bruce tries. not for himself, but for tim. for alfred, for dick. even for stephanie brown, who sometimes, when she smirks just right, or says something with just the right twang, he swears he can see jason in her. 

he still can’t bear to put the hoodie away, because jason deserved better than to be forgotten, so he folds it gently and places it in his closet instead. 

he also can’t bear to look at it for very long, so he forces himself to every single day. 

it’s different from the glass case that houses robin’s tattered suit in the cave --- that, is a reminder of how he failed robin. this, this is salt in a constant, stabbing, festering would, reminding him of how he failed his son. 

it was stephanie, that eventually helped him figure out what to do with the hoodie. when she was young, young enough to cry at ripped pants and skinned knees, young enough that her mother hadn’t touched the drugs yet, her mother would dry up her tears, give her a hug and a kiss on the forehead, before patching her pants up. 

what not many people know, is that before crystal brown set her mind on becoming a nurse, she wanted to be an artist, first. and so she grabs her old set of embroidery needles, and stitched little designs. dogs and cats. stars and planets. tools and gadgets. 

bruce doesn’t react, doesn’t even move, even as stephanie finishes her story. she hangs there awkwardly for a second, stares up at jason’s suit, waiting for him to respond, before shuffling towards the exit of the cave. 

thank you, spoiler, bruce manages to croak out. 

ah, yeah, she says, shrugging lightly while slouching in on herself, any time, boss. she walks out, and bruce watches her go from the reflection on the darkened computer. 

that night, he takes out jason’s hoodie, smooths it out, grabs his threads, and stitches. 

he stitches on constellations, argo navis, for jason’s namesake in the greek myths he had loved so much. a tiny seal, playing with beach balls. little books, with quotes on the sides. a robin, big and bold. 

he tries to make it as true to jason as possible, not just in death and in bruce’s memories, but as he was in life.

jason wakes up abruptly.  

he wakes up in a coffin, cold, alone, and with a gaping hole in his chest. getting dipped in the lazarus pit only made it worse, only made him all the more aware of what he was missing, all the more conscious of it. 

he doesn’t bother trying to learn how to swim with two arms and two legs, instead of two fins and a tail. it doesn’t feel the same. it only reminds him of what he’s lost. 

sometimes, on sleepless nights that happen more often than not, he wonders what would have happened if he still had a hoodie, still could swim. 

if he still was robin. 

and he doesn’t have access to the cave anymore, or to the titan’s tower, or the watchtower, and his memory of the past is still patchy and shitty in some places. 

so in a burst of impulsivity fueled by the person he no longer is, he prints out photos of robin’s costume from the internet and recreates it on his own. 

if his skin is gone, then fine. fine! he’s perfectly perfunctorily aware that nothing about this resurrection of his is natural. if he doesn’t think too much about it, he’ll be alright. his hoodie, his skin, that was something he was born with, a birthright that died with him. 

but robin, robin was something that he helped shape. robin was something that he worked for, changed himself for. 

and the makeshift robin suit --- it doesn’t fit him, not anymore. no, it feels wrong, like a child playing with their parent’s suit. or --- he realizes, perhaps more accurately, like an adult realizing they no longer fit in their favorite clothes. 

and --- and --- what was the point of it all? what was the point, of trying to make bruce proud of him, of getting dick’s approval, of trying to futilely save people over and over again from the same gallery of supervillains who keep on escaping from prison?!

and what was the point of carving out a space for himself if the joker was just going to beat him out of it, and if tim drake was going to insert himself in the hole he left behind?

and then the next thing he knows he’s in titan’s tower hitting tim drake over and over again because who let him? who let him take jason’s role as a son, as a brother, as a hero? how dare he?

but when he’s slit tim’s throat and torn the ‘R’ off his chest, jason doesn’t feel any better. the robin suit still doesn’t fit. his hoodie’s still gone. 

he’s starting to think it never will, not again. 

sometimes, when he gets tired enough to let his mind wander, he wonders what happened to his suit. 

he’s pretty sure he died with it, so either the hoodie is with the joker, batman, or... gone entirely. (it’s not like they found willis’ skin after he died. maybe selkie skins just disappear in a cloud of sea foam once they die, or some little mermaid shit like that)

it’s a cold comfort, that nobody can manipulate him now. nobody can control him --- not even batman. 

(bruce had thought about it. when he first had his suspicious regarding who the red hood was, before he knew there was any trace of the son he once had left. he thought about using the hoodie, using jason’s selkie skin to coerce him, at least to stop murdering people, to stop hurting their family.) 

(he would never go that far, in retrospect, or at least, he doesn’t think he could ever. to do that to jason, betray his trust so thoroughly and completely... but it would be a lie to say that he didn’t consider it.)

bruce reflects on this as jason reveals himself, the joker tied up at his feet with a gun pressed to his head, and venom spitting from his son’s mouth.  

but when he lifts the batarang to hit jason’s gun, or wrist, or anything that’ll force him to drop the gun, he realizes that his hands are shaking. 

and when he throws the batarang, he knows a millisecond after he’s let go, that he’s miscalculated the ricochet. 

so when jason escapes that night, bruce knows he’s fucked up. 

jason goes off the maps, completely. bruce doesn’t know where he is, if he’s safe, if he even made it out of the explosion that night. 

it takes weeks. weeks for bruce to track jason down, from meticulously documenting the dropped threads of where the red hood was pulling strings in the gotham underworld behind the scenes, to tracking security cameras with facial recognition. 

once bruce manages find where he’s staying, make sure he’s safe, he knows what he wants to do. and, he knows what he needs to do. 

jason gets a package in the mail, five weeks after his disasterous meeting with batman and the joker. unmarked, unsigned, no return address. 

when jason opens the box gingerly and carefully, he holds on to his skin for the first time in years. and then, and then, and then --- something right slots into place. his fingers brushed gently over the tiny spotted seal he knows he used to look like, the books he remembered ranting to bruce about for hours on end. 

the robin, on the top left, over his heart, big enough to have changed him, yet small enough to not define him. 

it’s not perfect. it doesn’t even fix anything, not entirely. he still fights with bruce most times he sees him, tries to punch dick in the face, steadfastly ignores tim and steph the entire time. 

but it’s something. it’s something, and the next time nightwing, batman, spoiler, and robin fight a gang on the docks, the red hood gives them a helping hand before jumping back into the ocean and swimming away.

fin!

wow this got long

#jason todd #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfam #selkie!jason #dick grayson #stephanie brown #tim drake #catherine todd #willis todd #that one selkie!jason au #i swear i will turn this into an actual fic one day #anyways about the using embroidery to fix ripped clothes thing all i can say is WATCH HI MOM #it's SUCH a good movie and i guarantee it will DEVASTATE you in ALL your little mommy issues glory #like you think the batfamily comics/fanfics have an amazing nuanced complicated take on the parent-child dynamic? #this movie will BLOW your fucking SOCKS off. and best part of all: you can watch it WITH said parent #and it won't be as horrible of an experience as showing them encanto/turning red/eeaao! #in fact your parent will probably like the movie too and be reminded of THEIR own mommy issues :D #admittedly it's slightly different from the examples i listed above bc it's more abt what it's like to never reach ur parent's expectation #rather than an exploration of complicated parenting but it's still very relatable and very very good #the best part is you can find it all for free on youtube. also note that i mean the recent chinese movie not the old 70s movie #asteria's fics #i'm never writing a fucking flash fic on TUMBLR of all text editors again #shouldve written this out on a google doc first but i genuinely did not think this would get so long T.T #you can probably tell from the first three (3) bullet points that this was supposed to be a hc list before... it stopped being a hc list #guys i started writing this at 12 PM #IT'S NOW 9 AWOGEJAWOIG #my writing

[minty364]

Minty's Master Post

So, I've been asked a couple times for a master post

DPXDC Prompt #43

Danny had kept many secrets from his family over the years. He kept his history as an ex-assassin secret, the fact that he had a twin a secret, the fact that he had died (well half died), and he kept that he was technically king of all ghosts a secret too. He was gearing up to tell his parents about everything he was and this trip to Gotham that they were planning.

There was a science convention that his parents were invited too. Little did they know a group of cultists were planning on kidnapping his family as a sacrifice to the ghost king, they needed 5 and they figured the Fentons would be good, a family of ghost hunters getting sacrificed to the king? They needed a 5th so they also kidnapped a Damian Wayne.

now all 5 of them are in a room, Danny doesn’t even know what’ll happen when the summoning doesn’t work and he knows it won’t seeing as you can’t summon the king into a room he’s already in.

DPXDC Prompt #58

Gotham is a city with a lot of ambient ectoplasm, enough that the Fentons move here instead of Amity Park. Danny being a pretty smart kid being the son of 2 scientists gets a scholarship to Gotham academy where he makes friends with Tim and Damian. Well the 2 were only doing it at first because they wanted to keep an eye on them scientists rarely didn’t become rouges in Batman’s gallery so can you really blame them for being cautious?

Danny is telling them about the portal that they were trying to build and how it wasn’t working and how Danny felt guilty about it. The 3 venture down there when the parents are gone and Danny wearing his hazmat goes into the portal while the other 2 watch on. Danny trips and no one’s having a good time.

They decided to take Danny to Wayne manor until they can figure out what exactly happened to him, unfortunately Danny’s new powers act up and he winds up phasing through the floor into the basement… or more accurately the Bat cave.

this one has been changed a bit from the prompt but I think those changes are more natural

DPXDC Prompt #61

In one universe Damian was sent to live with his father at age 10, in another he winds up escaping Nanda Parbat to America after faking his death. He changed his name to Danny and moves in with a family called the Fentons. Danny dies and is revived by the portal and even becomes king of the infinite realms.

Danny falls through a portal into Gotham but not his universes Gotham but one where he becomes Robin instead. He and Robin meet and of course this version of him assumes Danny’s a clone. Everyone else is just confused and Danny just wants to go home to his universe or does he since the GIW doesn’t exist in this universe…

DPXDC Prompt #108

When you meet your soulmate you both feel it, you know down to your bones that this person was meant to be with you for life, if you’re unable to find them before you pass on, your ghosts will be unable to locate each other in the afterlife. The Fentons tried to make a way to locate your soulmate using ectoplasm, unfortunately for Danny he’s the only one in the family yet to find his. Jazz actually found hers when she started school in Gotham, some guy named Jason, if Danny remembered correctly. They try some experiments with Danny and something works just not as intended as with every piece of Fenton tech. Danny wakes up in an unfamiliar room and in an unfamiliar body. Looking around, it appears his soulmate is rich, he’s got to call his soulmate and explain the situation. He’s not looking forward to explaining his powers to them but if they’re going to be in his body best to let them know what to expect from Danny’s weird biology.

Damian woke up to an unfamiliar ringtone in an unfamiliar room. Assessing the situation he noticed the number from the phone was actually his own. Might as well answer it to see if he could get some answers.

DPXDC Prompt #128

No one was quite sure what happened, They had gone after Joker and while Batman was hesitant to allow Hood along he had gotten better about his anger and everyone else was busy with other rouges. one second Red Hood had a gun in Jokers face the next, there was a shift in Hood like he wasn’t himself anymore. Unfortunately it finally happened for Hood, his soulmate had reached 20 years of age and the two switched places. The person controlling his body now though was Danny Fenton who happens not to like clowns.

Danny was panicking and not realizing he was holding a gun pulls the trigger causing the Joker the go flying and Danny’s panic to increase 10 fold. He whips his head to get a look at his surroundings and that’s when he panics further and slowly places the gun on the ground and slowly raise his hands into the air. There in front of him was Batman and he knew he was in trouble. Still panicking he squeaked at the dark knight’s approach, “I’m sorry!! I- I guess I’m this guy’s soulmate. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone”

Jason meanwhile wasn’t fairing any better. He was pissed the clown was right in front of him and he was so close! He was in this scrawny body, his soulmate happened to be in Gotham but by the looks of it, he was in rough shape, a small fever was forming and it seemed like he had bandages wrapped around his torso. Jason doesn’t know what happened to him but he’s taking him to Alfred, he wasn’t going to let his soulmate bleed out in an alley even if he did have the worst timing.

DPXDC Prompt #136

Danny falls through a natural portal and gets turned into a dog. I’m thinking he gets turned into something husky adjacent like a pomsky or something. He gets found by Jon who wants to give him to his friend and possible crush Damian. Danny wants to get back he was in the middle of some ghost politics but this young kid seemed like he needed a friend. Danny could see through Damian’s cold exterior and what Danny saw was a little kid who went through a lot of trauma in his childhood and Danny wanted to protect him.

DPXDC Prompt #142

It was considered a pretty big deal when a new ancient gets born. Danny didn’t and wouldn’t know this when he gets into an accident. A signal went out to all magic users that the ancient of space was born as soon as he stepped out of the portal and then things changed. If you could make a deal with an ancient it increased your power way more than that of a demon. Soon Danny gets chased by all sorts of folk trying to make a deal with him. He then gets caught by John Constantine who takes him back to the safety of the watchtower. What is the safest place to put the space ancient? In space!

DPXDC Prompt #148

Danny didn’t want to go to the gala but since all of his friends were busy with their own soulmates there wasn’t much he could argue. Vlad invited his family and him to a gala out in Gotham and his parents jumped at the opportunity to show their madness with some of the elite. Danny couldn’t wait to get home, yes he knew he had a soulmate but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to pursue them or not.

They could feel each other’s emotions and his soulmate was an angry person. Danny’s whole life his soulmate acted mad and strangely prideful. But those didn’t compare to his fear, they seemed to have gotten themselves in trouble in the past and maybe even had a few close encounters with death. They also seemed to bottle feelings up from what he could tell his soulmate might not have had the best childhood but Danny couldn’t really say much on that.

Damian knew his soulmate was kind of soft. They seemed to get annoyed at his family typical for a teen. Of all the things he noted about him his dislike of Christmas was a little odd but not everyone has to like the holidays he supposed. His mother Talia imparted on him that he should protect his soulmate with his life when he finds him so he was very determined to find them. Of course galas we’re the best place to look so he desperately asked every time his father hosted one.

When this finally get's posted I've been trying for hours now, LMAO

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use #Masterpost

[faeprincefelix]

I was in your wet dream

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, swearing

You and Eddie have been best friends since forever. Sharing a bed is nothing new for the both of you, but when Eddie starts talking in his sleep everything changes.

You and Eddie had been best friends since infancy. In fact you didn't remember a time when he wasn't a huge part of your life. It had been you and him against the world for most of your early life. Your friendship circles getting a little bigger as you entered high school, but you still made sure to make time for each other. Eddie had come round to yours late this evening after a particularly hard day. Jason, one of the idiot jocks at school, had decided it would be fun to play a game where he and his tribe of idiots threw food at Eddie across the cafeteria. Though Eddie had laughed it off at the time and pretended he didn't care- simply making smart arse comments in reply, you knew that sometimes they got to him. Eddie didn't have a lot of people in his life who made him feel worthy, a fact you hated. It wasn't rare for Eddie to stay over at yours when he got like this, Wayne worked nights a lot and Eddie didn't want to be alone.  For most of your life you never gave sharing a bed with him a second thought but around six months ago your feelings had begun to wander past that line of friendship. You refused to do anything about it, you were Eddie's safe space and you didn't want to make things awkward and let him down. He'd been let down far too many times, and you'd be damned if you let your crush get in the way of the wonderful friendship you both had. 

You couldn't deny though, it was difficult being like this with him. His fingers curled into the front of your tshirt, head nuzzled into your back. You'd tried to fall asleep you really had, but your thoughts were racing. The weed you'd both smoked earlier wasn't helping to calm you at all. You thought instead about what you'd do to Jason Carver if the law didn't exist. Jason had been obsessed with putting Eddie down for years. You hated him. Hated what he stood for. Hated that people in that school treat him like a god. More than anything you hated that you weren't there with Eddie anymore. He didn't need your protection and was more than capable of defending himself but that didn't mean you didn't want to be there to support him still. 

Eddie shifted in his sleep, his hand slipping to your waist. You cursed in your head at the electricity it sent through you. You closed your eyes, once again trying to fall asleep, then all of a sudden a soft moan fell from Eddie's lips. Another, deeper this time. He was mumbling but you couldn't hear what he was saying. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying desperately to fall asleep immediately and shut down the reaction you were having. 

"Oh fuck yeah" Eddie moaned, loud enough for you to hear this time. It took a few seconds for you to realise what was going on. Blood instantly rushing to your cheeks as you put it all together. Shit. You didn't know what to do. If you moved you'd wake him up and the last thing you wanted was for him to get so embarrassed about it that he left. You had earplugs in your bedside drawer. If you could just manage to reach for them then you could pretend none of this was happening.

"Yes y/n- just like that" Eddie mumbled, more moans falling from his lips. Your eyes were wide with shock and you almost thought that you'd misheard him til he groaned your name once again. You didn't know what it meant, didn't dare to dream. Eddie adjusted his position, his hard cock pressing against your arse and you whimpered. Carefully you moved his hand off your waist, turning on to your other side, facing him. You had put more distance between you, still unsure of what to do.

"Eddie" you whispered, tentatively stroking a hand through his hair. He stirred a little but was still lost in the dream. You repeated his name, louder this time, hand nudging him. His eyes fluttered open, goofy smile on his face at first. One that quickly fell as his brain caught up with the situation.

"Shit" he cursed "i- shit- was i talking in my sleep?" Eddie wasn't really asking, you could tell by the way he was looking at you. He clearly knew you were aware of what he'd been dreaming about. "Fuck- I-" he stumbled over his words, shuffling back on the bed

You reached a hand out to stop him, fingertips brushing back and forth on his skin "it's okay Eddie". He looked at you confused. Studying you for a second, before his eyes wandered down, stopping when he saw your hard nipples through your t-shirt.

"Oh" he swallowed. You wanted to say something, but you didn't know how. Both just staring at each other in shocked silence. Eddie was the one to make the first move. He reached out, fingers delicately tracing your jaw. "Is this okay?" his voice a little shaky.

"Yes" you reached out for him in return, shuffling closer to him, and running your thumb across his neck "and this?"

Eddie nodded. His eyes darted down to your lips and this time you lent in first. Lips touching his gently, still not fully confident yet. Still not entirely convinced you weren't dreaming. Eddie kissed you back, deepening the kiss and soon your hands were in each other's hair. Bodies moving closer on the bed until they were touching. Eddie was still semi-hard and the feel of him against you again made you moan into his mouth. He smirked, sliding his tongue inside your mouth. You parted, both needing to catch your breath. "Can't tell you how long i've thought about doing that y/n." 

"Me too" you echoed. Your heart was pounding, half from the thrill of what was happening and half from the fear of what this would mean for the two of you going forward. You didn't want to think about that right now, you just wanted to get lost in him. "Kiss me again" it was part question, part order. Eddie didn't hesitate, the kiss hungrier this time. His hand came down to your waist, pulling you flush against him, smirking once again as you whimpered. You wrapped your leg around his waist. Eddie's hand was on your thigh immediately, caressing and kneading the skin. 

"So pretty" he muttered as he pulled away, lips ghosting against the nape of your neck. Your breath hitching in anticipation. He started by pressing a few gentle kisses across your skin. Niping and sucking as he got more confident. It felt amazing and you moaned loud as his mouth connected with a certain spot. He chuckled to himself "those sounds- even better than in my dream." He sucked on your neck hard, making you squirm. 

"Tell me about the dream" you panted "tell me exactly what i was doing that you got you in this state." Your hand was now rubbing against his bulge through his boxers. 

"Are- are you sure?" Eddie's eyes were full of concern. And you knew what he was thinking, you were thinking it too. There would be no going back from this point. A few kisses- you could both pretend that didn't happen, blame it on the weed. But this. 

"I'm sure Eddie" you replied softly "if you're comfortable telling me- you don't have to if you don't want to." You eyes darted away from him nervously and he gripped your chin, bringing your gaze back up to meet his.

"Oh believe me, i want to" Eddie was wearing a lazy smile and you couldn't help but hide your head in his chest. He stroked your hair comfortingly. "It's weird for me too" he reassured you "not bad weird obviously- we don't have to continue, we can stop if you need to." You didn't reply at first and he continued. "I-" his voice was nervous again "i've liked you for a while now y/n, i just didn't know how to tell you, thought you might see me like a brother or some dumb shit"

"Eww" you laughed, hitting him on the chest. "Just to clarify i don't think of you like a brother, that'd be really fucking weird considering i just kissed you, idiot." You shook your head at him. "I've liked you for a while now too" you admitted "but what does this mean for us?"

"I guess it means whatever we want it to mean?" Eddie answered. A perfect answer really. One that earned him another kiss. "I think we don't put pressure on ourselves, just do what feels right in the moment, yeah sweetheart?"

You nodded, giving him another peck on the lips. "I still want you to tell me about the dream- i'm intrigued- need to know what i'm getting myself into."

Eddie laughed "alright then". He pushed you backwards so that you were now laid on your back on your bed and hovered over you. Hands on either side of your head to hold himself up. "I'm not gonna lie I didn't get too far into the dream before you woke me up but i'll tell you everything I did manage to dream." He leaned down kissing you fiercely and your hands moved to his arms. "It started with us in my trailer, getting high and listening to music and I dared you to do a strip tease for me, then you were in just your underwear standing between my legs and you gave me a look and-." Eddie paused, taking a breath, goosebumps appeared on his skin as you ran your fingers up and down his arms. You nodded, letting him know he was okay to continue. "And then you were unbuttoning my jeans and dragging them off- and you were on your knees taking me into your mouth" you could hear the arousal building in his voice. "And then you woke me up-" he stuck his tongue out at you.

"Dreaming about me sucking you off, how unoriginal" you chastised him jokingly. Reciting the dream to you had made him hard again and you palmed him over the fabric. 

"What can i say, i'm a simple man" his voice was getting breathy already which only egged you on. The awkwardness of the situation now starting to dissipate. His lips found their way back to your neck, this time his actions harsher and more unforgiving. Dragging almost constant whimpers and moans from you. Your hand speeding up its pace, cupping him once. He groaned loudly against your neck, and you cursed under your breath. "Feels so good" he murmured, moving out from your touch and shuffling down, head now at your waist. His fingers resting on the hem of your t-shirt, he looked back up at you "can I?" You nodded, giving him permission and helping him to free you of the fabric. Eddie was quiet as his eyes took in the view. "Christ, you're so fucking beautiful." You couldn't help but blush, not used to compliments said like that from him. He placed kisses down from your throat, slowly travelling your body. His hand cautiously moving to your breast, looking up at you, making sure you didn't want him to stop. 

You could feel that he was shaking a little which surprised you. Eddie was more experienced than you. You weren't a virgin or anything but Eddie had certainly had more flings. He pinched your nipple between this thumb and finger and you cried out. Eddie's eyes were watching you, filled with lust. "Did you ever dream about me doing this?" He almost whispered, taking you by surprise.

"Yes" your own voice was shaky, affected by his touch. "Dreamt about your hands and mouth all over me." It still felt a little weird to admit that to him but you were trying to get past it. 

"Really?" He teased "like this?" His hand still groping your breast, his mouth journeyed down further, taking his time to pay attention to every inch of your skin. Licking a trail at the waistband of your pajama shorts, a curse word leaving you. He repeated the action, fingers now resting on your waistband, once again finding your gaze to gain permission. You swallowed before nodding. He pulled your shorts off, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he realised you weren't wearing any underwear underneath. His tongue ran over his bottom lip, before he came back up, kissing you passionately. "You're magnificent y/n, you know that" he stroked your cheek gently "now are you gonna let me make you feel real good?"

"Yes" your voice was faint, caught up in it all "please Eddie, i want you to." That sentence was all that he needed and soon his hand was trailing down your body. Thumb rubbing your clit gently as your eyes flickered closed, his fingers journeyed down and he groaned at how wet you were for him. He slid a finger inside you, gentle at first, waiting to see your reaction. You couldn't help but buck your hips up, wanting more. He didn't hesitate, speeding up his rhythm and adding a second finger. You brought him back in for a kiss, moaning into his mouth the entire time. He pushed his fingers in deeper and your back arched, earning you a low growl from Eddie. His actions had you half clawing at him already, his pace just fast enough, on the edge of teasing  He took his fingers out and you whimpered.

"Patience baby" a spark ran down your body at the pet name and then you were watching with bated breath and his mouth once again made its way down your body, licking and sucking, stopping to place kisses every now and then. His head ducked between your thighs, and he lightly bit the skin of your thigh making you cry out in surprise. He teased you, running his tongue between your folds slowly and you shivered with pleasure. God, you'd imagined this moment so many times and you could hardly believe it was actually happening. Another teasing drag on his tongue before he finally gave you what you'd been craving. 

Eddie ate you out like you were his last meal, not stopping for a second. His thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Your hand was grasping harshly at his hair, and your thighs were pressed against his face. Eddie didn't seem to mind. Eyes glancing up at you sometimes, filled with lust as he watched you fall apart because of it. "Fuck, Eddie" you'd never had someone make you feel this good before. He changed his position slightly. Tongue pressing against your clit whilst he slid two fingers back inside you. His actions met by your loud pitch moan.

"Can I make you cum?" his pace slowed as he waited for your answer. His mouth covered in your juices.

"I think i'd kill you if you didn't right now" you breathed. Eddie chuckled, the sound vibrated against you and you squirmed. Eddie continued his work, looking up at you more often now, trying to gauge how close you were. It didn't take him much longer to bring you to your peak and you cried his name as his fingers worked you through the orgasm. Eddie laid down beside you as you caught your breath, sucking your juices off his fingers as if it was just a casual thing. Once your breathing had returned to normal you decided it was your turn. You rolled over so you were hovering on top of him and placed kisses slowly down his chest. You could feel Eddie's breath start to pick up as you descended further down his body. Fingers hooking under the waistband of his boxers. Looking up at him once for permission. With an eager nod from Eddie you tugged them down and off of him. You only had one thought in your head; you wanted to make that dream of his a reality.

"Fuck" Eddie shuddered as you took him in a firm grip, you stroked him gently a few times, before running your tongue around his head. Another curse word falling from Eddie's lips as he grasped the bedcovers. You took him fully into your mouth and he groaned loudly, his free hand moving down to tangle in your hair, controlling your rhythm. "Shit y/n- fuck, feels so good" Eddie's hips rocked up into your mouth, almost choking you.  He only let you continue for a few more minutes before pulling you off him."Not gonna last much longer with your mouth around me like that" he quickly explained, almost out of breath "wanna be inside you–if- if that's what you want too." Eddie gave you a sheepish look. You didn't reply to him, instead moving up onto your knees and straddling him. The look Eddie was giving you right now let you know he understood your answer. You let out a nervous breath before grabbing hold of him once again so you could slide down on to him. 

You both moaned together as you eventually took all of his length inside you. Eddie sat up so he could get closer to you, biting large marks on your neck. "Feels so right" he mumbled against your skin and you mumbled back in agreement. Eddie was correct, it did feel right, not half as awkward as you'd expected it to be. It was just you and him, sharing this moment. Melting into the intimacy and all you could think about was the way he felt, the praises he was whispering into your ear sending sparks through you. 

"Don't want to ever stop doing this” you murmured, gaining an amused laugh from Eddie as he rocked up into you harder, almost throwing you off rhythm. 

"Might need to take some breaks sweetheart" Eddie teased, nipping at your earlobe "otherwise you might kill me- though suppose it's a good way to go." Without warning Eddie flipped you over so you were on your back and slammed into you hard, making you cry out. "Uhh y/n, that's a great sound"

"Then you should get me to make it again'" you challenged him. You knew it wouldn't be difficult. You were so close already. Eddie smirked, happily taking the bait. Once again he thrust into you hard but this time he didn't give you time to recover, his pace relentless as he slammed into you over and over. Eddie had you crying out his name and clawing at his back. His hand snaked down between you both, thumb circling your clit. That feeling was all you needed, and the waves of your orgasm washed over you and your back arched from the bed.

"So fucking beautiful" Eddie panted, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he pulled out of you, spilling across your lower stomach. He barely gave himself time to catch his breath before slipping out to your bathroom and bringing back a washcloth to clean you down with. After he'd finished, Eddie laid down on his side facing you, fingertips tracing patterns on your skin.

"So what now?" you asked, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic

[aroaceleovaldez]

I think one of the problems with the HoO characterizations is Rick kind of forgot to give half the cast hobbies and general interests, and maybe like people they know outside of their families and outside of camp, or if he did remember to it rarely gets brought up for most of them, or in the special case of Annabeth - she randomly develops a hobby in weaving for exactly one scene and then never again. Apparently she just knew how to do that, even though it is a skill she has literally never used before nor uses again.

The best examples I can give of this are comparing/contrasting the examples of when we do actually get this with the lack-thereof: Hazel and Frank are good examples. Hazel has hobbies and interests generally unrelated to all her demigod stuff (horses and art) and we see this repeatedly discussed and brought up. She also knows and interacts with people outside of the necessities of her quest/Camp Jupiter or her family - Sammy was her best friend at school and they hung out and stuff! Meanwhile, Frank, as far as we know, doesn’t know anybody outside of his family even though he presumably went to school before Camp Jupiter? His hobby is... archery? That’s the only thing he ever really shows interest in but at the same time it only rarely gets brought up except for him using a bow as his main weapon and the like two instances of noting that Frank had hoped he was an Apollo kid for a little bit. The closest other detail we get to Frank having any other kind of hobby/interest is him mentioning off-hand that he used to play Mythomagic.

Piper and Leo - We can presume that Piper knew Shel before moving to Oklahoma, because Piper used to visit her grandpa often and as far as we know that’s also where Shel lives. But we never see Piper ever mention knowing anyone else in her grandfather’s community. Heck, when she’s introduced we’re basically outright told that she doesn’t interact much at all with any of her classmates outside of necessity, and we don’t even have any confirmation that before Hera’s mind-meddling that she even acknowledged Leo’s existence. Also, Piper has like, exactly zero hobbies. We do not know what Piper does in her free time or what she likes (except vaguely that she has surfed before), only really what she dislikes. Leo at least does have some kind of excuse for not really knowing anybody, and an explicit explanation about why that is the case and how he feels about it. Leo also has a repeatedly referenced interest/hobby in mechanics that’s very core to his character.

Percy and Annabeth? Pre-HoO, they both have plenty of interests and know people outside their general circles! Percy knows kids at school. Annabeth’s general outer social circle is Camp Half-Blood, because she grew up there, but she clearly knows people at camp. She’s also super into architecture! And Percy does a ton of stuff in his free time - he skateboards! He plays basketball! He has two pets he takes care of (Blackjack and Mrs. O’Leary)! Post-HoO he’s on a swim team! But during HoO? Percy’s hobbies just kind of disappear, besides “oh yeah he uh. Does water stuff.” There’s no acknowledgement of like, “Yeah Percy sets up a little basketball hoop on the back of his door on the Argo 2 and shoots trash at it.” Literally anything! And yeah, Annabeth’s architecture interest is somewhat acknowledged, but also like, not really? We at least get some kind of “Yeah, in her spare time she’s usually on her laptop working on stuff” but we also barely get any instances of Annabeth thinking about her friends at camp except for like, Tartarus.

For Jason it at least kind of works because a.) he has amnesia and it’s implied he doesn’t really have close friends at Camp Jupiter besides Reyna, so it figures he only ever really references random other legionaries like, twice. and b.) there is also the heavily implication that Jason doesn’t have hobbies, because his entire life was so focused around his training at Camp Jupiter. This works less with Reyna, but she also kind of has an excuse for not knowing people besides like, her sister and Jason, given she ran away when she was young, Circe’s island was destroyed, and she could have only been at Camp Jupiter for like 3 years maximum at that point. And she’s not exactly the most social character. We also don’t get much indication of her hobbies, besides she also likes horses and it’s heavily implied she likes nature/gardens? Presumably, given we get like, one note of that in HoO, maybe two if you count her living on Circe’s island, and then like one more nod to that in TOA. And we only get her POV chapters in BoO anyways so again, she has some excuses. Coach Hedge also is incredibly bland besides maybe him having a hobby in sports, and... violence? Which definitely does not count. And him lacking any POV chapters doesn’t really help.

I think this is why Nico continually feels like such a strong character, simply because we know what he does in his spare time. We know he knows people outside of the camps (most of those people are gods or ghosts, but he at least knows people) and technically you could argue him knowing about Camp Jupiter between BoTL and TLO counts too. He even references his old neighbor at one point. Obviously, he’s very into Mythomagic, and that comes up a lot because it’s his special interest and is usually also relevant to their quests. He travels a lot, and apparently used to when he was younger as well. We also learn he used to have a special interest about pirates and that apparently may have played into his crush on Percy. Like, all that is so simple and minor but it makes such a difference for how Nico feels as a character. Most of Nico’s stuff though is established in the first series, which definitely helps because the first series was pretty good about giving characters hobbies and maybe some people they know - Annabeth, Percy, and Nico we’ve already covered, but also like, Grover knows other satyrs and is usually practicing music and also we know what foods he likes. Thalia is very into punk culture and music. We know she particularly likes Green Day. We know she knew the Hunters of Artemis before the events of TTC. Rachel's whole thing is that she’s super into art and she has a bunch of connections through her rich family, and she’s basically Percy’s only mortal friend. They have lives!

If you put a protagonist in a room and told them to occupy themselves, you should have an answer for what they do. They should be able to name one person outside their immediate social circle who they are generally friendly with or vaguely know, unless they have a specific reason for that to not be the case. HoO crew needs to occupy their time by themselves, no weaponry, for twenty minutes? Hazel could be drawing, Nico could be organizing his cards, Leo could be tinkering, Annabeth could be working on her laptop, Percy could be trying out little skateboard tricks. Jason, Piper, Frank, and Reyna? What would they be doing?

TOA does actually answer that question for Jason, at least, because we learn that Jason makes tiny dioramas! That’s adorable! Why doesn’t he do that in HoO?! TOA also gives us more depth to Will Solace besides “He’s a medic and does medic things” with telling us that he’s into Star Wars. Like, that’s actually so much information to work with! Thank you! And then we also find out in TOA that Nico’s also kinda into art! We still don’t get anything new for Piper, Frank, or Reyna - besides again one more potential implication that Reyna thinks plants are Pretty Okay, and that nature is Mildly Alright. Like, not even “maybe she keeps a houseplant” territory, all we have is “if she had the option, she might be interested in visiting a flower garden.” But honestly TOA at least gives us something for most of the characters we see. Like at least one thing. Most of the rest of the writing is a mess but at least the characters are mildly interesting.

Anyways, give your characters hobbies, it’s good for them.

#pjo #riordanverse #hoo #heroes of olympus #analysis #long post // #long post #always forget which of those tags i use #congrats to Hazel for being the only protag introduced in HoO with a life #i just would like Piper to have a personality besides disliking things #anyways i think this whole situation is another consequence of Rick not being used to writing large main casts #but it's not impossible! you can totally have huge casts where each character feels like they have a life #i'd actually say HS is a really good example of that - each char is introduced with their personality and a hobby/interest #there's at least 20 major characters but we know the basic outline for ALL OF THEM #also again with this kind of thing - i talk a lot about how Jason's lack of character could absolutely be utilized in interesting ways #and it makes me really sad that we *don't get that!* because it *can* be SO COMPELLING! #a character having a lack of personality can *work* if you actually *do something with it* #HoO never acknowledges that Jason doesn't have. like. a *life.* which is why it doesn't work #if we got any kind of exploration at all into ''hey. jason doesnt have hobbies or interests outside of Being Roman'' #''and he doesnt really have friends besides the argo 2 crew. or even know who he is as a person and what he wants'' #like HEY THAT'S REALLY COMPELLING ACTUALLY! and would be *really* interesting to contrast with his ''perfect'' reputation! #but no. he's just kind of There.

[to-the-stars8]

Affairs and Letters

Jason Todd x Reader Regency AU! AO3 Chapters

Part XI

The ink of your pen was the water to Mr. Todd’s choking thirst for you. With every letter you had given him before your parting, you proved to be a coy lover, with gentle jabs at his brazenness in his approach followed by the taunting dare to love you as deep as he could. Jason soon found himself pondering ways to get back to you sooner and sooner, crafting schemes unbefitting a man of his station. You had successfully turned him into your most desperate devotee, and the feeling was an addiction he would not break soon. 

His affection had not gone unnoticed, either. Dick took every opportunity to dress down his brother’s approach to you, telling him not to fall to follies of fancy, but he heard none of it. Jason oft turned the sentiment back to his brother, reminding him of his infatuation with particular red-haired women.

One day, while Jason was writing a letter, Dick burst into the study, proclaiming that he would never guess who had arrived with dearest Barbara Gordon and young Master Jon. 

As he assumed himself to be smarter than his brother, Jason bothered not to guess. 

It had been some time since had last seen you, and not a moment had passed when you did not cross his mind. Mr. Todd had attempted to sway his father to call upon the Kents when they passed Kent House for business, but Mr. Wayne could not be influenced to do so without noting his son’s intentions.

Pushing away from his work, Jason made his way to the sunroom. 

There, you exchanged pleasantries with his father and Miss Kyle as Barbara entertained Cassandra with a memory. Outside the glass windows of the sunroom, Jason could see Damian and Jon playing amongst the rose bushes while Alfred, the butler, stood watch over them. 

“Ah,” Mr. Wayne said upon his son’s entrance. “I was wondering when you would make an appearance!”

“Father,” Jason said, letting Mr. Wayne come over and kiss him upon the cheek. 

“Come say hello to our friends.”

Jason instantly took to you, greeting you warmly before remembering it would be polite to greet everyone else. Dick snickered, mumbling something to his father who only gave him a pointed stare in return. 

Miss Kyle, ever the clever lady, smirked as she turned to you. “It is such a pretty day is it not, Miss?” You hastily agreed, blushing. Pleased, she turned to Jason. “Mr. Todd, don’t you think it’s a pretty day, too?”

“Yes, yes,” He subconsciously nodded toward the window. “A fine day, indeed. I thought of taking my horse out this afternoon, but now I am glad to have decided against it.”

Miss Kyle ‘tsked’, “Do not deprive yourself of such a day on our account. Why don’t you and Mr. Grayson take Miss Gordon and her friend here for a turn about the gardens?”

Mr. Grayson beamed with happiness. “Yes, that’s a splendid idea. Come, we should observe the boys in hopes of preventing them from mischief.”

You laughed, taking Mr. Grayson’s offered arm as Miss Gordon took the other. “Ah, is it not odd that we punish children for things we also did as children?”

Jason snickered, only remarking once the four of you left the room. “That is where we differ from the boys— we never got caught.”

The day was sunny and bright, and it made perfect sense that you, Barbara, and Jon had made the trip to visit as it was a rare autumn day not to be wasted. Mr. Grayson let you go the moment Barbara made the gesture that the two of them should look upon the fountain in the center of the garden. 

Jason excused his brother’s rude leave and offered his arm, which you took as he guided you toward the children. Mr. Todd stood as close to you as societal rules would allow as he thought it to be rare to be close to perfection—And such a thing did not exist in his mind until he saw you. 

“How is sweet Jon fairing?” He asked to break the easy silence. 

You smiled to yourself, looking at Jon prancing around Damian, before answering, “Well. He’s recovered so much that Lady Kent wanted him out of the house today. The boy has been bouncing off the walls with excitement.”

“Very good. And, how are you?”

“I am well, and I have managed to survive Lady Kent’s anger.”

“Oh?” Jason sounded amused. 

You snickered, sarcastically remarking, “Do not seem so surprised!” When your laughter died, you grew quiet, as though you were wondering something. Suddenly, you took your arm from his. Mr. Todd almost protested before he saw you reach into your bag, taking only a moment to glance around, and then pulling out letters. It was not a hefty stack, but he was surprised the number of letters you had in your hand could hide so well in such a small pouch. 

“I was kept so busy, Mr. Todd,” You said as you put the stack inside his coat pocket. “That I had no time or excuse to call upon you. Yet, I found that it provided me plenty of time to think of you.”

Jason could not get out the words he wished to say, and his silence seemed to make you proud. You stepped back, walking around him toward Jon with the declaration that you wanted to participate in their next game. When he gathered his thoughts, he joined you with hope and a smile. 

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #romance #red hood #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x you #bruce wayne #batfamily #red hood x reader #clark kent #jason todd red hood #jason todd regency #regency jason todd #regency era #regency au #regency romance #superman #lois lane #jimmy olsen #dick grayson #dick grayson nightwing #batman #alfred pennyworth #detective comics #dc comics

[agoddamnrayofsunshine]

It’s so interesting to me how the DC fandom right now is stuck in this weird time period which has never existed in the comics but seems to exist entirely within fanon. And it exists in an extremely substantial amount of fanon works even though it’s never been an established time period

Its like. Damian is robin, Dick is nightwing and Bruce is Batman, but Tim is still red robin. And even though he’s red robin he’s out as bi, which happened like ten years after his red robin run. And Babs is still oracle and she’s still in a wheelchair and no one is batgirl, but her and Dick are usually not dating even though they’re dating atm in the comics. And Jason exists in this nebulous state where he both is and isn’t an active criminal like some high stakes Schrodingers cat. Steph and Tim usually aren’t dating either. Alfred is somehow still alive, and almost no one in the fandom acknowledges that he’s dead in their fanwork

And Jon and Damian are friends, Jon hasn’t been aged up, but he’s also usually acknowledged as being bisexual (even if it’s not a ship fic). Kon is alive and everyone remembers him. The powers that either of them are able to use are entirely dependent on the whims of the author

It’s anyone’s guess as to whether a fanfic author decides that Barry or Wally is going to be flash in their fic. Bart is always impulse, he never retired at any point, in a few fics he never even died even though Kon did. Roy Harper is Jason’s friend and rarely Dick’s, Lian is a young child, and Kori is Jason’s friend. No mention of the other titans

It’s so weird cause like. It’s not that these events never occurred in canon it’s just that they all occurred at wildly different points in time, not usually overlapping, and somehow the fandom has collectively decided and agreed upon this made up time period which has never existed in the comics. It’s kind of cool honestly but also genuinely bizarre

#if I missed any do tell but like #as someone who got introduced through the fandom and then started reading the comics #(I know. sue me but it’s okay I’ve read the comics now lol) #it’s so weird cause it’s so well established that you’d genuinely #never question its authenticity #and it’s just completely stitched together #not even through any kind of organisation on the fandoms part #it just happened naturally #and I don’t agree with all the seemingly agreed upon fanon content #but it is interesting as the unspoken understanding that it is #also #seriously #why can I not find an angst fic in which the bats properly mourn Alfred’s death #dc #Batman #superman #batfamily #batfam #superfamily #tim drake #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #jason todd #barbara gordon #damian wayne #kon el #jon kent #roy harper #bart allen

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

It Wasn't Real (But We Were Happy)

First posted: June 6 2018

Focuses on: Tim Drake and the Fam

Favorite bookmark: "I was clutching my face for the last two chapters."

Second favorite bookmark: "Do you want to cry?"

Tier: Top five in hits and subscriptions, top ten in everything else

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above.

This is a multi-chapter series, so this thread will be reblogged with each chapter's thoughts added beneath the cut.

Chapter One

This is one of the rare fics where I can remember exactly what was happening when it sprang into being. Mostly. I was walking home on evening, post-rain, and skirting around puddles while texting with @starknjarvis27. I don't remember what started the conversation but suddenly I was knee-deep in emotions about Tim as The Replacement, Tim as Nanny McPhee ("When you need me but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me but no longer need me, then I have to go."), Tim as Mary Poppins (That's gratitude for you. Didn't even say goodbye?" "No, they didn't.")

I don't think I started writing directly after that, though I may have. I do know I deliberately banked up the chapters and didn't post the first until they were all written. I was worried about losing steam and not finishing. Given how popular this fic is, maybe I should do that more often.

The title is from Dear Evan Hansen (it was 2018, give me a break), from the song "Words Fail," where the main character emotionally confesses the elaborate deception he had built, ensnaring the people he professed to love in a fantasy that he said was for them but really, in the end, was only for himself.

It was said that time was the great equalizer, but Tim didn’t know how that could be true. Time seemed to touch everyone differently, and everyone grappled with it in their own way.

As you've probably noticed, I do this kind of a lot. "It" being both a philosophical beginning and lining up each of the fam and examining what makes them different in certain ways. Both are a good way (for me, the writer, at least) to ease into a fic. Starting is hard.

Dick bobbed in its streams like a vacationer in a tube. He let it carry him along, neither struggling nor straining, but enjoying the ride wherever its path led. Jason floundered, striding through the water until his steps inevitably found the gap of his stolen life. He would lose his footing and plunge under, only to burst above the current with great, heaving breaths and push on determinedly once more.

Again with the water metaphors. I would say I'm sorry but I'm not. I'll also add that this is, of course, Tim's perspective. He's not wrong, but Dick, for example, would likely have a nuanced take of his own relationship with time (that also would not necessarily being objectively right or wrong because perception is subjective, even of ourselves.)

A good many endings surprised him, horrified him, came whistling out at him like fists in the dark. 

I think I use this metaphor more than once in fics. Mentally I tie it to "A Knife in the Dark," the Bree chapter title in The Fellowship of the Ring and later the song title from the Howard Shore soundtrack for the same scene. The whole point is wildly different, but the mental association is there for me, whatcanyado.

But it was only their timing that caught him off guard, never their existence, like turning the crank on a silenced jack-in-the-box. Without the music, he could only guess when the pop and cackle would come, but he knew the lurch in his stomach was inevitable.

My sister was scared of jack-in-the-boxes as a kid/young adult, like Buddy the Elf, so I stole this from her and him.

Alfred would have noticed, had he been around, but timing his exodus to Alfred’s annual sabbatical in England had been Tim’s one act of true cowardice. Alfred would have noticed Tim’s abandonment of the Manor and would have lured him back in with calls or threatening visits from the others or the sheer guilt power of a raised eyebrow.

I think if I were a stronger or braver writer it would have been a good challenge to keep Alfred present rather than shooing him off to England like Superman to space.

No, the hardest task had been quitting the Titans. They didn’t need Tim any more than the Waynes did, but they wanted him. They were his friends. Tim couldn’t see any way to continue with the Titans, however.

Commenters speculated on the Titans showing up. I hope they weren't too disappointed when that didn't happen but I do not know those children at all. And they weren't the point, anyways. The point was Tim and his family.

#fanfic bts brain dump #fanfic #tim drake #batfam #batfic

[aingeal98]

Having Bruce and Cass and the Robins thoughts and they're a bit messy and jumbled so bear with me.

Idk how to explain why the Bruce and Cass messed up but loving dynamic is so much more appealing to me than his toxic relationship with his other kids but I guess it's because the entirety of Batgirl 2000 understands that Bruce is not a perfect parent. His flaws and virtues are both deliberately and carefully written and his relationship with Cass is so layered and it makes it so that I can both laugh and cringe, appreciate the sweet moments and rage at some of his more shitty moves. It's not perfect but overall the writing is just GOOD, and there's enough material to form a solid core of understanding even when their dynamic grows past Cass's solo run. This is Cass and Bruce and this is how they tick and no writer has been able to thoroughly screw that up no matter how hard some of them were pushed to by editorial.

Compare that to how he's written with his other kids, where every writer has their own version and some have him be a perfect dad and others have him be shitty and frame it as "He's got this darkness in him" while another group of writers have him absolutely brutalise his kids or neglect them or gaslight them for angst all while knowing the kids will never receive any sort of narrative justice for this because he's Batman and he's the big flagship hero. There is no single run you can point to and say yes this here showcases the heart of the dynamic between him and Tim or him and Damian, no single run so good that all other comics about their dynamic use it as their basis for this bond between father and child. There is no consistency and no communication or understanding between writers or even an attempt to pick up what the other puts down. Batman comics will have him be a good parent or a bad parent but either way it will be all about Him. Batfamily comics tend to have him just be absolutely awful and then a few months later they have to pretend it never happened because the main bat books want to make him a good parent again.

It's all shock value that rarely lasts past the arc and writer. When Tom Taylor has Dick hug Bruce and call him dad I'm remembering that time Bruce beat him into a bloody pulp or backhanded him across the face and Dick never got to call him out on it. But we're not meant to be thinking about that in Taylor's run because this is a Good Dad Bruce comic. Taylor's Bruce and Dick dynamic is completely different to the New 52 dynamic the same way that dynamic is different to Wolfman's which is different to the original Batman and Robin. And that variety can be a great thing when it comes to comics but the downside here is that you can pick Bruce's "good dad" comics or you can pick his abusive asshole comics but you cannot find the middle ground that Batgirl 2000 hit because (controversial opinion I guess) it doesn't exist for the batboys and no writer has successfully managed to pull all the different comics together and create one.

Fans have tried. Fans have pieced together a decent narrative from the mess of inconsistencies, taking the moments of almost cartoonish abuse and the moments where Bruce is shown to care, and forming the image of a complicated and nuanced abusive parent from it all. But the great thing about Batgirl 2000 is you don't have to do all that effort of trying to make the happy fluffy hero batman and the edgy punches his sons Batman fit into one character. The writing does it and does it in a more realistic fashion too, which is saying something considering the big Bruce and Cass emotional fight is solved by Bruce letting them both get drugged and fight bloodlusted. I do think there are moments when it hypes Bruce's bad parenting up a tiny bit but compared to the absolute mess that is the writing of say, Bruce and Jason? It's just so much easier to actually engage with. Being on the same page as a narrative instead of chafing against it is just a much better way for me to read comics.

That's not to say there isn't any kind of narrative and canon dynamic for Bruce and the Robins. Tim's Robin run, Dick's various runs, UTRH, Batman and Robin etc. Just that for me none of them hit that balance Cass and Bruce's dynamic succeeded in hitting during Batgirl 2000. And to be fair it's harder to hit that balance when you're working with characters who have been through the hands of so many different authors before landing on your doorstop. UTRH probably comes closest but unfortunately everything that came after that did manage to shake the emotional foundation utrh set up to the point you can look back on it and wonder if Bruce cared about Jason much at all, despite the writer clearly not wanting it to be seen that way.

Not sure how much sense this makes but to me it's the difference between a bad parent Bruce I am actually interested in engaging with and a bad parent Bruce where I just want the kids to team up and knock his teeth out.

#dc #cassandra cain #batfam #bruce wayne #dc rambles #This is a very long and very rambley ramble. Sorry if you've made it to the end and are confused #I'm not sure if I had a point or if I was just thinking aloud #And I'm sure others will disagree with me here #But this was mostly me trying to tease through why I can accept comics making Bruce a good dad to Cass #And enjoy it fully. Whereas with the Robin boys I'm like hmm OK #but are you going to address any of the messed up stuff he put them through just last month #“he cares and he's not good at it but he's trying (but jury's still out on how successful his attempts are) " #Vs “he cares and he's good at it PYSCH he needs to be locked up on child abuse charges! Wait jk! it's batman he's a hero don't worry.”

[kiragecko]

What does Alfred call Cass? Do you know anything about their relationship?

First of all, they are HILARIOUS together. Very incompatible ways of communicating affection and priorities. Amuses me endlessly.

Alfred calls her 'Miss Cassandra', if I'm remembering correctly. That's simple enough to answer. But their relationship!

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So Alfred is this reserved old man who shows affection through acts of service, and prefers it returned through restrained verbal affirmation ('thank yous'). Cassandra is a half-feral street kid who DOES NOT VALUE THINGS, and both shows and receives affection through physical contact and/or large body language.

They're both smart enough to understand that they're missing a lot, but they just don't GET each other.

Alfred invisibly cleans Cass' space, provides her with clothing and food, and otherwise attends to every comfort he can think of (including TRAVELING TO BLÜDHAVEN TO DO SO REGULARLY while she was living there). Cass doesn't notice or care about clean spaces, and just assumes food and clothing exist in a ready state in houses.

He obviously doesn't want hugs or shoulder punches. All his emotions are bottled up. He disapproves of costumes in the Manor; and, like Babs, thinks The Mission is secondary to living. From her point-of-view, he doesn't really VALUE her.

Meanwhile, Cass never thanks him for his work. She rarely tries to make things easier for him, or adapt her behaviour to fit her context. She doesn't request physical contact, so neither gets the chance to find something that works for them. His dry humour goes completely over her head, so both attempts to bond, and to express his desire for things to change, are missed. She obviously doesn't care that much about him.

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They like each other.

Alfred snarks at her pretty frequently. She blithely takes him seriously.

They bond over how OBLIVIOUS strangers are. (Especially when people just don't notice anything weird about her. They both find that funny.)

They aren't HURT by the other's behaviour. But they both exist in the other's blind spot, and have missed most of the attempts to bond. They're okay with the relationship they have, but both think it's like this because that's what the other wants.

(This is all based off of memories that are a dozen years old. I mostly remember stuff after Steph's death, when Cass was in Blühaven. Before then she lived either with Babs, or in her own Batcave, and I can't remember them interacting. Though they had a good scene in the Gotham Knights issue where a social worker is investigating Bruce about Jason's death. Such a good issue. Anyways, they may have grown closer in things like Gates Of Gotham, which I've only skimmed.)

#CASS CAIN #gecko's meta #this is interpretation building on the few scenes I remember #but they're both so good at reading people! #and then they just DON'T SEE each other

[perceabeth]

Would you be willing to elaborate on why you think hoo broke the rules of the world? I didn’t like the series bc of what it did to the og character arcs but I never caught onto it breaking the rules. No pressure to do so I’m mostly just curious

lol it's okay! WEEEEEEEELLLLLLL where to begin?

Big Three Kids!

The whole point of PJO was that there was nobody like Percy. That they were rare and were destined to be hunted to death because they weren't meant to be born. So then, of course, you assume they don't exist! The ones who are alive each paid a heavy price- Bianca and Thalia died, Thalia chose immortality, Bianca and Nico each lived in a weird universe where they missed out on their own lives.

There was no real reason for Jason to be a child of Zeus other than to put him in a position of leadership, but the thing about New Rome is that they have a different system about these things anyway with their cohorts and stuff and him being Thalia's sister adds so little to anything it was just a really stupid move imo.

I get what Riordan was trying to do with Hazel by circumventing the rule-- but it feels cheap and tacky. ESPECIALLY because Hazel's powers are so badly plotted out that she could have just as easily been a child of Hecate lol.

The most baffling one, though, is FRANK who is for some reason a legacy of Poseidon? I would have thought that was cool-- like being a legacy and so many generations before you having lived out their lives despite being demigods? SUPER cool. In that case. Why is he also a son of Mars?

It feels like too much is being packed into too little and when you don't have the time to explore these things, they just seem like he's saying hey. I know I said it's rare for demigods to grow old. But that's GREEK demigods. The ROMANS are super cool and super fun and they don't stand by the same rules!

2. The actual powers themselves.

Leo, son of Hephaestus and brother of Charles Beckendorf who died in a fire- now has control over fire! Piper can basically brainwash anyone because she's got Charmspeak but wait! There's more! Her sister Drew ALSO has Charmspeak!! Both of them are, of course, sisters of a girl who was manipulated into betraying all her friends <3 Hazel's a daughter of Hades? She's magic. Also she has power over gems and knows her way underground (I cannot even begin to think of WHAT made him decide the black girl needs to play ANY of these roles but I digress). Frank's just an average son of Mars who can turn into any animal he wants, which is totally cool and normal!

Do you remember how special Percy was in PJO? How hard other demigods had to train in combat because they would be killed if they didn't learn it? Remember how absolutely rare it was to see demigods with that kind of power, to the point where Chiron didn't want Percy and Thalia to be near each other because he feared they'd destroy everything? Not anymore <3 Super Powerful Demigods can now sit together on a ship and face no consequences at all, even when they have minor disagreements because they all come together very organically !!

3. Character arcs

I know you said it, but I can't talk about HoO and not bring up Nico di Angelo. Tell me why he went through his arc TWICE in two series? Here's the reason: because Mr. Riordan didn't want to make any of the main cast gay <3 He did it for woke points, so he was like hey hold on what if. Instead of any combination of the FIVE new characters I introduced being gay... I can retcon my Straight Series so it looks like I'm far more inclusive!

Great job, Mr. Riordan. You have raised a bunch of rabid fans who like Nico now because he's Gay and not because at one point he was an innocent boy who loses everything and fights to find his way back home. His story in PJO was a large part of the Great Prophecy, and yet... all of that was washed away in order to make him Gay Gay Gay.

Percy and Annabeth, we know-- it's a travesty. Stupid Percy and Robot Annabeth we've been through this a thousand times fuck that shit but it's so disappointing because as readers WE know these characters. We know them from PJO where they were each their own person and they had some good moments but HoO effectively wiped off the super strong friendship they already had going.

4. A HALFBLOOD'S LIFE!!!!

WHY has that been cheapened to the point of a joke!! It's literally so insane like the first series is about how difficult it is to be a half-blood. Greek and Roman mythology are not as different as Greek and Egyptian, see, so TKC ad MCGA can afford to change up the rules but HoO can't. That's like. The whole point!! So to randomly say hey actually this group is perfectly fine and the reason they're living so well is because the Greeks aren't as organised is so offensive to the reader because up until now all we had was the Greek camp! He flips it over and then somehow blames US for being stupid enough to think that's the only way to live.... and still decides to give the Roman camp child soldiers?????????????????????????????????????????????? make it make sense im begging

5. The bloody GODS

What did HoO do. Like. What did it do.

Because I can tell you what PJO did. PJO was about the gods learning to hold themselves accountable for the lives they create, drew a parallel between mortals, demi-mortals and immortal beings and dissected the value of life. It was a learning curve for everyone involved: for Luke, for Percy, and for the gods he so unwaveringly served. That was the point. That Luke was right, that the gods were primarily to blame because they don't care enough about human life. That they don't even care about minor gods. They swore to change.

And HoO is like aha I know I made it a whole thing and it was a huge sacrifice on Percy's part because he was offered immortality in place of the gods being held accountable-- but sike they haven't changed, even ONE YEAR down the line.

It makes the ENTIRE first Great Prophecy a TOTAL joke. Like what was the point of ANY of that happening if the gods were jut going to revert to being the exact same???

6. Harrowing realities of war

According to the wiki, there were forty campers fighting at the Battle of Manhattan. Forty. That's how many demigods there were. Yeah, the Hunters helped and the party ponies also came in- but it was a small team of campers. Between BotL and TLO, I can think off the top of my head about Lee Mitchell, Castor or Pollux (whichever one) Charles Beckendorf, Michael Yew, Silena Beauregard who died. A lot of these characters have been mentioned before as well! And they died. Because children shouldn't be fighting a war, actually, and yet here they were, dying before they could apply to college. The finale was just this horrible moment when Silena dies and Kronos attacks Chiron and everything seems so bleak and it's when Annabeth loses faith that you know everything is going to change.

Meanwhile HoO is the most absurd final battle, I think, because if I'm being honest, I don't even know who the enemy is. First they're fighting giants then the gods arrive and Fix it for them and then they're fighting Romans and Greeks and then there's monsters in their armies? And SIKE it's actually Gaea who's the Big Bad and defeating her fixes everything as though ANY of that makes sense!! So what, then? All the work that they did in PJO- the friends they buried and the enemies they spared-- that is stupid, right, when you can just get some girl to come and scream "please stop fighting"? What is the point of the war then?

Just because it's more complicated.... doesn't make the writing good.

7. What Theme.

Percy Jackson is about finding your place in the world. It's about home and it's about hope and it's about knowing that you're never alone. That love is always the answer, that faith and belief are the only motivators and that all darkness can be defeated with light. Someoe tell me what HoO is about. Earth Bad, Teenagers Good? It's not even about bridging the gap between the Greeks and Romans which is what it ostensibly claims is the core of the series. Makes it feel like PJO was dumb to have a theme at all. <3

Look at the time lol

In summation,

PJO is a story. HoO is a bunch of scenes sewn together where every scene is designed to be more insane and also to consistently undermine everything that happens in PJO. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#stevie #q&a #hope that answers it!

[steddiejudas]

Tell me you love me (even if you’re lying)

Eddie doesn’t want to remember a time before Chrissy Cunningham. He knows that time exists, has nightmares about the crippling loneliness, but in his opinion, his life started on the day of the middle school talent show. The day a small framed blonde girl with pom poms the size of her head watched in awe as he bounced around the stage with a buzzcut and Wayne’s beat up old guitar. Afterwards, Chrissy told Eddie how much she loved the show and how badly she wished she could perform like that. Eddie in turn told her how incredible her routine was with a mock of how her tiny hands managed to shake around the giant pom poms. She laughed, he smiled, and they had been best friends ever since.

They don’t always do everything together, now that they’re in high school. Chrissy is a cheerleader, so naturally she spends a lot of time with the rest of the cheer squad while Eddie is busy herding his little lost sheep. It’s no secret they’re friends, though. Chrissy co founded Hellfire and one is rarely seen walking into school for the day without the other. Eddie even sits in the bleachers during cheer practice so he can drive her home most days.

When Chrissy starts dating Jason, things get more complicated. She does her best to keep the jocks off Hellfire’s back, but with the rise of satanic panic it’s getting harder and harder to make him sit down and shut up when Eddie rants atop lunch tables. And if Eddie acts up a little more than usual as a form of disapproval for her choice of partner, well that’s between him and his gods. Which is not to say he’s passive aggressive about it. He’s voiced his opinions on Jason very clearly, many times, but Chrissy’s in a tough spot and he knows that. See, one too many longing glances towards a certain lanky soccer player with unruly shoulder length waves and a penchant for long ramblings had landed her in the hot waters of some scandalous, but not untrue rumors and it was only a matter of time before they got back to her parents. Her extremely religious parents. Eddie had offered to be her beard, naturally, but Chrissy wasn’t sure what would be worse in her parents eyes: their daughter being attracted to women, or attracted to the person they had referred to as “that no good Munson kid” for as long as they’d known each other.

They’re forced apart by Jason, in some ways. They see each other less in the halls, Chrissy stops coming to Hellfire meets, Eddie can’t even set foot in the gym during practice without jeering and insults flying his way. He never blames Chrissy, though. She still finds ways to spend time with him. They still drive to school together, they sneak off to their table in the woods after practice before Jason has had a chance to clean up and whisk her away. Any moment the two of them can spare is given to each other.

About two months into Chrissy and Jason’s relationship they steal away to their spot, but Chrissy seems off. She’s sullen and quiet, no trace of the girl who killed an entire adventuring party in three rounds of combat with a smile on her face to be found. Her silence speaks volumes, so Eddie fills the space between them by telling her about his day. He had a test in math that he’s almost certain he failed. All of second period he spent planning a one shot he’s sure Chrissy will love. Oh and he skipped English again, pretty sure he’s going to fail the semester.

That works to get her attention for a moment. She looks worried, says “again?” and her eyes drop back down to the carving of their initials in a little heart on the table. Eddie watches her as he rolls a joint. She traces the carving with the tip of her finger with that look on her face that means she’s deep in thought. Eddie lights the joint and passes it to Chrissy straight away. He can see some of the tension in her shoulders unwind from just one hit. A moment later and he knows she’s ready to talk.

“So, you’re awfully quiet today, Chris. What’s going on?”

She sighs and barely looks up at him. “I don’t know, Eds. Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?”

“Come on, you know I do. Are you okay? You know you can talk to me.”

“I know. I just-“ She sighs again and takes another hit before passing the joint back to Eddie. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

“Do what?”

“This! All this lying, pretending to be someone I’m not. I’m just so tired and no matter how hard I try, I'm still not the person everyone thinks I am.”

“Chris,” Eddie hops up and over the table to sit next to Chrissy, wrapping her up in an embrace. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“He told me he loves me,” she says. It’s not joyous. They don’t celebrate. Her voice sounds deflated with a sense of doom. Eddie doesn’t speak, just lets her ride out her emotions. “He told me he loves me and I obviously don’t love him. I have to be a completely different person just to be around him.”

“Jesus H. Christ after two months? How good of an actor are you?”

“Too good, apparently,” she mumbles. “He tried to have sex with me, Eddie.”

“What?” Eddie shouts, springing to his feet. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

“No, Eddie, stop. I said he tried. Look, as big of an ass as he is, he is technically a gentleman. I told him I wanted to wait until marriage and he respects that.” Eddie seethes and paces around the table. “It’s just… what if he thinks that means I want to marry him?”

Eddie stops dead in his tracks when he sees the look on Chrissy’s face. It’s like he can see a full life lived in the creases between her brows. A life full of lies and disappointment. “Chris,” he starts gently, “if this is too much for you, there’s no reason you have to stay with him. Haven’t you proven your point?”

“No, Eds. Even now I hear the rest of the squad whispering about me. They think because I haven’t sealed the deal that none of it means anything. And I mean, they’re right. Even if I pretend it’s about ‘purity’ or whatever bullshit, I can’t even tell him I love him.”

Eddie settles back next to her on the bench. “What about me?”

“What about you?” she asks.

“Do you love me?”

“Of course I do, what kind of question is that?”

“Just- listen, hear me out. So he’s a douche and telling him you love him feels like drowning-“

“How did you know?”

“I know you, Chrissy. I’ve known you for years and I actually love you. Just like you actually love me. So just pretend when he says he loves you, that he’s me, or at least pretend it’s me you’re saying it back to, not Jason fucking Carver.”

“I don’t know, Eddie. You two couldn’t be more different. How am I supposed to imagine Jason is you?”

Eddie hums his agreement. Silence washes over them again as he holds her trembling frame. He offers her his ringed hand, knowing she takes comfort in twisting the costume jewelry around his fingers. In turn he plays with the green scrunchie she wears on her wrist when her hair isn’t up in her signature high pony. He takes it off her wrist without a word, grabs his bandana from his back pocket, and rips a piece of it off.

“What are you doing?” Chrissy asks, eyes wide. Eddie doesn’t say anything as he takes the strip of black fabric and ties it around the scrunchie in a little bow and puts it back on Chrissy's wrist.

“There. Now you’ve always got a little piece of me to say ‘i love you’ to.”

Chrissy looks at her wrist and laughs. The sound is like sunlight, a golden melody that brightens her eyes and fills Eddie’s chest with warmth. It’s so wholeheartedly Chrissy that Eddie can’t help but smile.

“I love you, Eddie Munson,” she says, catching her breath.

“I love you too, Chrissy Cunningham.” Eddie places a kiss to the top of her head and hugs her a little tighter.

A year later, when Chrissy dies, she’s still wearing the scrunchie with Eddie’s little bow. Eddie watches, unable to move as she’s suspended in midair and mutilated before his eyes. As much as he hates leaving her there, he doesn’t know what else to do but run. But first, he delicately removes the scrunchie from her hair and puts it on his wrist. He whispers “I love you” over and over, like a prayer as his van peels out of the driveway.

Eddie spends the next week on the run, his only contact being a 15 year old, the man Chrissy had spent years trying to convince him to just speak a single sentence to, and the girl Chrissy couldn’t manage to speak to herself. He isn’t sure if this is reality anymore. The world before Chrissy is a vague template for his nightmares. He never thought he’d have to see the after. It seems fitting that it’s the literal end of the world. And yet, somehow he survives. He not only survives, but now he has Robin, Steve, Nancy, and the kids that come with them. Eddie has a life he never thought possible without Chrissy.

When Corroded Coffin finally performs again, Chrissy’s scrunchie finds its way onto the fretboard of his guitar. The guitar Chrissy gifted him before their first ever show, his pride and joy, a little piece of her he’ll never give up. He dedicates every show to her, and whenever he looks at the little green scrunchie, he can hear her words clear as a melody.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

#eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #stranger things #platonic eddie and chrissy #they should have been besties #the friendship they deserved #steddie #buckingham #i was thinking about this all day and wrote it in one sitting okay pls be nice #no beta we die like chrissy #oh god i hurt my own feelings #hellcheer #platonic hellcheer #did anyone else always lose scrunchies to their dads guitars or was that just a weird thing from my childhood??

[faewritesfanfic]

Halloween Night

Just a short ficlet I put together of Kore and Bailey hanging out on Halloween while they wait for Eden to get back. This is almost entirely tooth rotting fluff, with a little bit of lore.

Enjoy!

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

It was late Halloween night, and Bailey and Kore were sitting on a bench waiting for Eden. Trick-or-treating could be overstimulating at times, and along the route the siblings had planned were several safe spots to pause and take a moment to rest or smoke a joint. Eden had taken a moment alone to run into a nearby store to get himself some water and maybe something to eat. Kore and Bailey had stayed outside to keep an eye on the machete that went with Eden’s Jason costume, and swap sweets.

“You got gummy bears?” Bailey asked, looking over at Kore’s bag. Kore was in her candy corn kitty costume, while Bailey was dressed as Leatherface.

“Mm, I have Gold Bears.” Kore said doubtfully.

“I can still use those. Gimmie.” Bailey motioned with his hand, and Kore handed him the sweets. She felt a little bad for whomever was going to be on the receiving end of Bailey’s plot.

“Can I have that apple in exchange?” Kore asked, pointing.

“You are so weird. Why do you want the apple? I have Flake bars in here.” Bailey gestured to his bag, but got Kore her apple.

“It’s not weird! I just…” Kore took the apple, pouting as she tried to gather her thoughts. “We don’t get a lot of fresh fruit. I feel awful saying it, but the apples are sort of the best part of Halloween for me.”

There was a long moment of silence as Bailey started to feel a vein throbbing in his head. “Fu-uuck.” He growled out at last.

Kore leaned over to get a better look at him. “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay.” Bailey grumbled. “My fucking sister gets decent food so rarely she thinks apples are a treat. Fuck me.” Bailey pulled his Leatherface mask off, and shook his head when he saw the look of worry and apprehension on his sister’s face. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at Oakley.”

Mr. Oakley had been the caretaker at the orphanage for as long as anyone could remember. He was an unpleasant, plump middle aged man who’s thinning hair had already gone white. Oakley syphoned all the money he could from the orphanage, but it was never enough for the miserable git. He extracted whatever money he could from his wards, and ruled them with an iron fist. They all had at least one scar that was caused by him, and many was the time an orphan would disappear only for Oakley to scrub all trace of their existence.

Kore wrung her hands nervously, but tried to look hopeful. “He has to let us go once we graduate. He’ll have no excuse then.”

“I dunno.” Bailey shook his head. “Something tells me Oakley’s got another way to screw us over. I can just feel it.”

Kore was quiet for a moment, then scooted closer to Bailey to lower her head and speak conspiratorially with him. “Hey, this isn’t forever.” She said, gently bumping her head against Bailey’s. “We’re going to stick together, and we’re all going to get out of this. By this time next year we’ll all three be sharing a flat. We’re going to be working, and because we won’t have Oakley leeching off us we’ll have all the fruit we want. I can work full time at the spa, Eden was thinking of learning a trade, and you can take that beautiful mind of yours and go to university.”

“You don’t know that, Kore.” Bailey sighed, shaking his head. “Anything could happen between now and then. We’re still not in the clear.”

“Be that as it may, I refuse to live in fear of what might happen.” Kore said with a shrug. “Bailey, if you go through life only expecting the worst case scenario you’re going to drive yourself nuts.”

Bailey leaned back, looking up at the ominously red moon. “Yeah, I know.” The truth was that Bailey always felt like he had to be on the lookout for the next problem his family would face. If something bad happened and he hadn’t seen it coming he felt like a failure. He doesn’t tell this to his sister. It’s a selfish impulse, but he doesn’t want her to worry over him. “Hey, what are you and Eden gonna get up to after this? Unless it’s that. Don’t tell me if it’s that.” Bailey said, casually nudging Kore with his knee in an effort to lighten the situation.

Kore rolls her eyes at her brother, but reluctantly goes along with it. “We found a book of Victorian ghost stories at the library. We’re going to read that, have some sweets, Eden will braid my hair, and we’ll turn in early.”

“Wait, what was that?” Bailey asked, arching a brow.

“Well after all the excitement of tonight it’s best to rest and–”

“No, not that part. Obviously.” Bailey snarked. “The part where Eden braids your hair?”

“Oh, that?” Kore shrugged. “Eden likes to help me brush and braid my hair. It feels nice, and frankly I have quite a lot of hair so I appreciate the help.”

“You two are forty and married. Unbelievable.” Bailey gave a defeated gesture. “Well, don’t wait up for me. Me and some friends are going to go throw rancid eggs at Leighton’s house.”

“That sounds like a lovely evening.” Kore said with a nod. “Remember to put sugar in his car’s petrol tank.”

“Knew I was forgetting something. Thanks.” Bailey leaned over to look in Kore’s goody bag again. “Hey, can I have those jalapeno chips?”

#eden the hunter #kore the gardener #alternate universe #fluff #dol pc #fanfic #bailey the caretaker #kore and bailey being sibling goals #halloween

[ali-annals]

clover blooms in the fields/spring breaks loose, time is near

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: G

TW: implied/discussed character death(s), this is an old work and thus not my best :/

WC: 0.5k

A/N: I've seen people calling this ship Alfrinette, but I prefer my moniker 'NetteWorth'. This is my attempt to sway others into using it as well :p For rare pair advocate @velveteenshadow Merry Christmas, Carmine! <3

She knew being a True Guardian made her different. 

How different, she did not realize at first.

She defeated Hawkmoth, saved Paris, publicly retired. She met a true holder and trained her court precisely.

She fell in love, but knew she could not have him yet, for one day she realized that she hadn’t visibly aged at all, her eyes glowed when she accessed her powers, and she was radiating light. Growing things flourished in her presence and unlucky, destroyed things were reversed.

Her true love got a job away from her Court, raising a child. That was okay–her civilian self existed no more, and she had all the time in the world to wait. She would watch from afar.

He grieved his employers’ deaths, then attempted to raise their son to the best of his ability. He watched him grow into a good man, driven for justice. He supervised his nightly jaunts and was not truly surprised when he was made a pseudo-grandfather. He helped raise four good young men and three wonderful young women, watching protectively as they joined his son on their night jobs. He took care of them in any way he could, remembering how his love had done that for her dearest ones.

He grieved for his grandson and granddaughter and rejoiced when they came back home. And finally, one day…one day he woke up to see his love, just like he remembered. He blinked and walked toward her. 

“Marinette?”

He hadn’t said her name in decades, yet she gave him the same beautiful smile. They were surrounded by a lush, vibrant oasis, crystalline streams flowing and friendly animals playing about their feet. Sunshine dappled in through leaves and the entire area exuded peace and creation. 

His reflection in the pool was the one he’d had when he first met her. Colourful birds strutted behind him in fan formation. She took his hand in hers and smiled again. 

“My love, we are together at last. How have you been, Alfred? I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you left, but tell me everything, just the same.”

He smiled at her. “I thought I could feel your presence around me often…particularly when it was especially tough. You were by me when Master Jason died, were you not?”

“I was. I know how special he was to you, so I took him when the warehouse exploded. He stayed with me for a while, staying in peace. He told me about you. I could tell how much he and your other dear ones loved you.”

She paused at the waterfall, holding his hands in hers. “I had to return him, however. I am pleased he has seemed to find peace after experiencing its counterpart.”

“I am pleased with how well he–and all of them–have turned out,” he admitted. “This garden looks familiar. I knew my thumb wasn’t that green.”

She laughed happily. “I may have helped your pet garden projects along a bit.” “I took up gardening to feel closer to you, you know,” he admitted. “I missed you terribly.”

“I missed you, too.” She squeezed his hand. “It took us long enough to reunite; let us postpone our melancholy.”

He squeezed back, turning in a new direction. “A marvelous decision. Let us explore among the green while we catch up.”

“Lets.”

#alfrinette #maribat #ali writes #DCxMLB #fic #netteworth

[dairy-farmer]

Thinking of dark!waynes with them as a vampire coven.......... Tim is a birthday present for Jason (who, unlike Bruce and Dick, is a turned— he was meant to be eaten by Bruce, but was turned— a very rare phenomenon that mostly just exists in myth, as most humans don’t have the constitution to survive a feeding. Bruce loves him more than nearly anything— he’s his little miracle)

Tim is a birthday present for Jason, who has graduated from being fed by his coven to being to hunt and feed from humans directly (and animals, though the Wayne coven would never sink that low)

Bruce is excited the whole night, keeps telling him he has something special. By the time their dependable, beloved thrall, Alfred (who, unusually, is nearly part of the coven in his own right, mostly because he raised Bruce) brings in a squirming, blindfolded boy, Jason is bouncing in his seat. Dick is clapping and jeering.

The boy is small, pale, and black-haired. He’s probably a bit younger than Jason physically— he would guess 12. His delicate wrists and ankles are tied in red silk. His breaths are quick, short, and wet with tears. He’s the most beautiful thing Jason has ever seen.

And beneath all that fear, there is the amazing, delicious *smell*.

“A wineskin?” Jason looks to Bruce in amazement. Wineskins are humans with a rare mutated blood type, less than .1% of the population, that makes them especially delicious and nutritious to vampires. Most are killed and drained before their fifth birthday. The rest are sold for protection agreements with a local coven, to be farmed for their blood until somebody got careless and took too much.

Jason wonders where he got this one.

Bruce nods, his eyes crinkled with amusement. “All for you, Jaylad.”

Jason nearly *teleports* to the trembling boy, his vampiric speed nearly knocking over an antique chair which is caught by Alfred.

Jason runs his hands over the hair— so soft— and the tear-streaked skin of his cheeks—even softer. He crooks a finger into the boys pink mouth, examines his wet throat and white, blunt teeth. After a moment, the boy hesitantly tries to clamp down, hesitantly biting. It has all the efficacy and fierceness of a sick kitten. Jason let’s out a surprised, joyous laugh. “Easy, tiger—“ he murmurs.

The boy— *his* boy, Jason thinks— whimpers.

“He’s perfect,” Jason looks to his father, “Where did you get him?”

“In an alley, believe it or not. Just sneaking about with a camera.”

Jason frowns. “Nobody was locking him up?”

“Apparently not.”

Dick lets out a sympathetic sound. “Poor thing. No one to keep him.”

“I didn’t— uh, I didn’t k-know—“ The boy gasps, speaking for the first time.

Dick frowns. “Are they supposed to talk?”

Jason turns to his brother, sticks out his tongue— “He hasn’t got his tongue removed, dickshit. He wasn’t bought.” Then, he turns back to the boy.

He’s already thinking of wonderful uses for that hot, pink tongue. (Hey, being a vampire doesn’t stop puberty!)

“You didn’t know you were a wineskin?”

The boy shakes his head frantically. He looks a little like a bobblehead, and Jason ruffles his hair.

“Do you have parents?”

“Stop *talking* to him—“ Dick whines, more than a little jealous of his brothers gift. He is shushed by both Jason and Bruce.

The boy hesitates to answer. It is an answer enough.

Jason shrugs. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter, now.”

The boy is all folded up like a pretzel, curled into himself for warmth. Jason tsks, using his superior strength to spread his legs from his torso, ignoring the boys increasingly frantic protests.

When he sees the pretty, pink spots on his chest and between his legs, he nearly remembers how to faint.

He’s perfect. *perfect*.

Dick is leaning over Jason’s shoulder. “He has a cunt?” He asks loudly. Jason kicks his knees from behind, sending his nosy brother back with a grunt.

“Easy,” Bruce cautions.

But Jason doesn’t hear. He’s too busy admiring every inch of his perfect, delicious boy.

“What’s your name?” He whispers.

The boy shakes his head. His chest heaves with sobs. It is a useless display of impressive bravery.

“We won’t do anything to your family, if you tell us. They’ll be safe in Gotham.” Bruce coaxes. He is lying, of course, but the boy doesn’t need to know that.

“Tim,” the boy says after a moment. He sinks into himself like a depleted balloon, apparently accepting his fate.

“Tim,” Jason rolls it over his tongue. “Short. I like it.”

Gently, slowly, he finds the knot of the blindfold. In an act as easy as breathing, he tears it two, letting it fall to the floor. Alfred will pick it up later.

The boy blinks up at him. His eyes are blue. His eyelashes are a masterpiece. Jason thinks he’s in love.

“Tim,” he he says. His smile reveals sharp, gleaming teeth. “I’m your new master, Jason. I think I’ll be keeping you.”

Bruce was ready to go into a whole lecture about how this was a lesson in control, and that wineskins were very rare, and he had to try not to drink him all in one go to make it last longer.

It was okay, though, he reassured him, if he messed up. This one was free, after all.

Jason looks at him all terrified because he’s not going to *kill* him, he’s going to *keep* him, forever and ever. Hell, he has a name!! He’s *named* him already!

Bruce and Dick sometimes forget that Jason still has some lingering human sympathies and sensibilities. But they soon learn to love their Timmy too, much to Jason’s poorly-concealed jealousy. They go from seeing him as cattle to a beloved pet they would do anything to care for and protect.

Of course, Jason likes to remind him that “I loved you first” and “You’re mine, remember?” While holding him in an iron grip to his chest or cuddling on their bed or carefully patching up his newest feed-point after a drinking session.

I NEVER KNEW I LIKED VAMPIRE AUS AS MUCH AS ID DID UNTIL I STARTED GETTING SENTS ABOUT THEM I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍😍😍

just the way tim's not a person! he's a pet at best and an object at worst!! the way bruce is excited to 'gift' tim to jason!!! the way dick talks about tim like he's a puppy bruce picked up off the street!!

calling him a 'poor thing' that had no owners and then asking all these objectifyung questions like whether tim should even be able to talk and jason rolling his eyes like 'of course he can't, he wasn't store bought so no one cut out his tongue 🙄'!!! the way dick is jealous and whining about jason talking to his new pet rather than drinking from it like he’s supposed to!!!

you packed so much incredible world building into this!!!! tim being called a 'wineskin' for his unique blood is so good!! it's such a luxurious sounding word but at the same time you can tell it has darker connotations!!

jason being different from dick and bruce because he wasn't a born vampire and still holding into these human qualities such as nearly fainting when he sees tim has a cunt, where for dick its just an interesting little feature jason is doubly excited because not only can he drink from his new pet he can fuck him too!!!!

dick making gagging sounds and acting grossed out when he finds out jason is fucking his pet because that is beastiality jason 😣😣😣😣!!!! but bruce is just like, oh he's young let him use his things however he wants so long as he takes care of them!!

and after a few years they get a bit endeared to tim as well. he's a swell pet for jason and the family because he's so well behaved and even if they can't drink from him boy is it nice to smell him!!!

and then a few weeks later they detect something...off about tim. there's a shift in his scent, a slight change in his blood. jason is terrified, worried his tim is sick and dying. he's constantly weak and light headed, his blood had started growing thinner and more watery. there's a sick pallor to his skin, and his middle has grown swollen.

alfred is the one who gets them to call a human doctor. usually bruce doesn't have humans in his home unless it's to eat them. but leslie thompkins is respected and if anything happens to her it'll be more trouble than she's worth to fix it.

she finishes her examination relatively quickly and informs bruce that congratulations are due for him and his family.

tim, their beloved little pet, is pregnant.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous