#bart is asking the real questions here

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: That one episode of teen titans where they all dress up as Robin + Tim being a gremlin about his legacy + Danny look alike/twin AU.

So there is that episode of Teen Titans where Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy and Raven all dress as Robin (Dick) while he's out and it's admitted that the outfit makes them feel cool. Imagine a young Tim hearing that story mentioned in passing by Dick while trying to manage what becomes Young Just-us. And then when Damain becomes Robin?? Gremlin mode activated.

Tim hosts regular 'Robin' Parties, where the idea is that you come in Robin colors, get a mask at the door and everyone gets to basically hang out in civilian clothes without the identity crises for those just getting started. "age appropriate" drinks, games, and good music are all staples. The parties become more frequent once Damian becomes Robin and he pointedly doesn't attend Tim's parties which... Neither of them are really happy about. Family is complicated, but finally, after a few years of cooling off, it's decided that Robin will actually host this years Robin party.

Meaning Tim shows up in casual clothes (MIT sweatshirt) and a mask, and Damian is actually dressed as Robin when the party is starting to get into the swing of things. The point of it is to make sure all the young heroes get to come and start to befriend each other, so there are a few people who show up and have to actually say that they're *insert alias* and this is met with basically "Dope, nice to meet you Robin" etc.

Insert Danny Twin AU (Or just look-alike fuckery) (for either brother but my brain is on Tim Twin au mode).

Danny decides to show up as his human self, grabs a mask at the door before coming in, and is slowly integrating himself into a conversation when someone grabs his arm- "Hey Red your brother is fighting with a newbie about meat products again-"

And Danny doesn't have a brother but my god has he heard this fight too many times with Sam and Tucker- He's going in and he's defusing this situation because he cannot handle the thought of this argument taking over his new friend group. He deals with it enough, okay?

Robin (like, the real one) looks at him curiously while Danny is talking down the other hero Robin (insert here), and the whole room notices when Robin doesn't take the opportunity to dismiss or belittle his older brother (Lmao because its danny). Damian cannot place his unease about Drake (again, Danny, who is not hiding his identity beyond a mask), and simply decides that this isn't worth the effort.

The party moves on but now instead of everyone calling themselves Robin, Danny is distinctly being called Red. It confuses him a bit, he didn't even know Red Robin was going to be at this party (he hasn't met the guy and doesn't know the lore), but he rolls with it because he's made fast friends with Robin (Bart), Robin (Cassie) and Robin (JON). The kid was full little bro energy and it made Danny laugh, he was so surprised when the real Robin joined them and fell into easy conversation with Robin (Jon).

Danny is playing games with a few others when someone goes to grab a broom to clean up- Turns out Red Robin and his boyfriend Kon had been making out in the closet for most of the party- and the whole room looks at Danny like he's tried to trick them. Tim is at first uneasy that so many people mistook him, but once he's in front of his dupe, puzzle pieces start to move around in his head.

"And who are you again, Robin?" Tim asks carefully, though he suspects he has his answer.

"Uh, Phantom, but you know, a lot of people were calling me Red tonight and I didn't get why until just now." Danny laughs nervously.

"Yeah I bet- Find me monday and we can see about a geneology test."

"That leaves us the whole weekend, to do what exactly? Fuck with people by pulling a parent trap style swap?"

"Nature vs. nuture and all but I don't know how you could be anything but my brother with a question like that." Tim grins and they get to scheming.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc crossover #dp crossover #long post #tim drake #danny and tim are twins au #robin party au #dear god someone please write this fic for me #its been rattling around in my brain for ages

[robinofgothamcity]

"so i cry and i pray for you to love me, love me, say that you love me."

♡ character: damian wayne x reader

♡ pronouns used: she / her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / hiiii ik i haven't updated in a while but like life bro lmao anyway im trying to find a new job bc a bitch needs money so like big girl stuff happening around here anywayyyyyy here is a blurb/drabble thing i kinda made it up on the fly so sorry if it's shitty

your rose gold dress was dragging against the floor as you were going around from league member to league member introducing yourself on the behalf of black canary. the annual JLA gala was one with a bunch of uppity superheroes and their sidekicks trying to get on everyone's good side which did not interest you at all.

your domino mask was not comfortable at all, nevertheless, it clashed with your very expensive dress. you knew dinah would have liked you to make your rounds with everyone but you were not interested in making friends with anyone that you weren't with usually.

you had been looking for jon or jaime but you figured that they must have gotten dragged around the gala by batman or even superman for things they didn't want to do themselves.

as you approached the snack table, you noticed the R patch standing right in front of you. you had yet to met the infamous robin and although you figured that batman was going to need your assistance in the teen titans one day in the not so distant future, you assumed that your first encounter with the boy wonder would be there.

you handed robin the drink he was looking for and smiled, "figured it beat having to reach across the table for it," the boy gave you a smirk, instantly making your face warm up, "(sidekick name) right? canary's righthand woman?" you nodded, "interesting way of meeting each other," you replied.

robin chuckled as you heard jaime finally scream your name frantically from the other side of the room, "sorry for cutting this short, duty calls when your dumbass best friend is calling for you," you stated as you grabbed your dress and darted to where jaime was.

damian swirled his drink around for a moment before grabbing his phone. he knew bruce hated when he was on his phone but he never thought that canary's sidekick was this....cute. damian also knew everyone's name, no thanks to bruce, so he knew it wasn't going to be too difficult to retrieve your information.

damian had found your instagram which was public and immediately scrolled through it. he found what was normal for girls your age. pictures with you and your sorority friends in some and others showed pictures of you and your family.

as damian continued to scroll he noticed the eye twitch he'd get when he saw a photo of you and a guy friend with his hand a bit too tight on your upper thigh. he knew that he didn't have any reason to get even slightly jealous, however; it wasn't a secret that whatever damian liked he eventually got.

he chuckled at the picture he saw of you looking up at dinah as you hugged her with a simple heart as the caption. damian knew that you weren't stupid enough to give off any real connection that you had to dinah but he figured that you must've wanted to appreciate for taking you under her wing.

damian made his way to where you were with jaime, bart, jon, and a few others. you were leaning against the bar, having a beer with jaime and jon as jon was the first to notice him.

"hey robin, fancy seeing you here with the rest of us mere mortals," he joked. it wasn't very common to see damian with the rest of the titans and young justice team. he was usually glued to batman's side as it was his duty to fulfill any questions he had of his own but he figured that since had taken an interest with you, one night like this wouldn't be so bad.

jon followed damian's eye trajectory and chuckled in amusement.

"shooting for the big leauges, huh?" jon asked. damian looked over to him so he could elaborate, "canary's sidekick is a very popular girl to say the least. the media loves her, i can't begin to explain how man lovesick letters i've had to sort through from her fans, and the league themselves love her. plus, i've noticed that a lot of our teammates are very interested in getting to know her, if you get what i'm saying."

damian scoffed, "and i'm damian wayne so lets see how that fairs for everyone else," jon knew damian was as cocky as they came but he knew that his confidence was on another level and what he wanted he usually got whether it meant getting his hands dirty for it or not.

the lights in the roomed had dimmed as he noticed that you were now by yourself with a wine glass between your fingers. damian fixed his tie as jon dusted his best friends shoulders off in encouragement. jon was always ready to support his best friend in anyway that he could even if that meant slightly sabotaging his other friend's chances with you in the process.

you were sipping your red wine as damian approached you cooly, "hey robin! nice seeing you again!" he smiled slightly as he took your cheap wine and set it on the table and handed another one for you to tase, "a red wine from napa, 1909 to be specific," your eyes widened as you took a sip.

"it's slightly bitter but it's pretty good," you replied as you took another drink, "thank you for this, i didn't think i'd be getting any kind of drinks from anyone tonight," you added on.

damian put his shoulder against the wall as he noticed how he practically towered over you, "do you think i could have this dance with you?" he asked as he heard the next song start to play.

you were shocked to say the least.

you knew how hard it was to get on robin's good graces and you had practically done nothing to achieve it. the song was slow and he took your hand softly as he led you to the dance floor.

thankfully, the room was dark enough to where others wouldn't notice that it was him dancing, "thank you for asking me. i didn't think i was interesting enough to get a dance from thee boy wonder tonight," damian laughed, "the pleasure is all mine. i didn't think canary had such an interesting protege,"

"i can't say i'm that interesting, i'm still working my way up the league ladder," you replied. damian scoffed, "it won't take long to make you an official hero," he stated, "with someone of your strength and abilities alone, i can imagine you'll be called up in no time."

you giggled excitedly as damian spun you around and had you face him but closer now, "but before that happens i guess i'll teach you the ropes," he whispered, "and can i ask what that might include?" you asked.

damian lifted your chin and stared at you with his emerald eyes.

"i think i can give you a taste test before the exam approach."

damian was never this straight forward, especially when it came to other league members and their sidekicks but he knew what jon said was correct. it didn't take an idiot to realize how loved you were by everyone and he knew his competition, mainly jaime and connor, could easily win you over so he did the only thing he knew to do in a situation like this, act like his playboy billionaire father as much as he could and from what he could tell, he was on the right track.

#damian wayne x you #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #robin imagine #robin x reader #robin #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc #dc comics #comics imagine #comics

[blackbat05]

Changed Fortune

Adam Warlock x F!Reader (Modern AU)

Plot: You get your heart broken and find yourself reaching out to your closest friend who takes this opportunity to tell you what was on his mind all this while.

Genre: PG-13

A/N: Cheers to Will’s special appearance on ‘The Bear’ as a chef for giving me ideas! Been obsessed with modern au lately. For @the-slumberparty monthly challenge! (Items: Sun Dress, Festival) Reblogs always appreciated!💜

Again.

Why do you always make the worst choices that involved negatively affecting your emotional well-being?

You had just dumped your boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend) after spotting him with a group of girls decked in high end clothing and a cake full of makeup on their faces pressing against him. He had seen you from afar and you find yourself in the middle of a rainy evening, attempting to get away from him.

Body on autopilot, you racked your brain for places to make your getaway. First, you needed a taxi. Praise the stars for once today as a yellow one rolls up the sidewalk. You don’t even bother hearing the rest of his pleas as you slammed the door, telling the driver to take off immediately.

“Where to Miss?” The driver, an elderly man with wispy white hair stares at you through the rear view sympathetically. You pause, trying to figure out the next step. Raindrops hitting the bonnet of the taxi, it was if everything clicked into place.

“The Warlock please.”

***

“There you go, one fish and chips with extra vinegar and salt.” Adam serves the dish to another regular customer who slaps a twenty on the counter.

“One day, you’re going to have to answer to Elsie why I’m out of the house every Thursday evening, rain or shine.” The man receives his change.

“Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come down to that Bart. Elsie is a lovely woman but I wouldn’t want to be her enemy. She’s a real firecracker.”

Bart laughs. “That you are right.” He hobbles away, off to find a seat in the crowd. Adam chuckles, cleaning the silverware. A buzz on his thigh alerted Adam of a call. Carefully fishing his phone out with wet hands, he places it on his ear.

“Y/N?”

"Hey." You choked, trying to keep a lid on your emotions. "Sorry, I know you must be busy."

Adam frowns. "It's alright. The crowd's more or less settled in. Are you alright?" Despite talking over the phone, Adam's instincts are as sharp as a razor. Hearing the concern in his voice, you had to take a deep breath to not burst out crying in the taxi. No, you will not cry for a jerk. Instead, you asked. "Do you mind if I come over?"

"Yeah, of course. We got fish and chips today."

"Do you think you could throw in a beer as well?"

***

"That twit. No, what a bloody arsehole." Adam huffs in indignation. "You were too good for him Y/N."

A part of you thought that Adam was merely saying this to cheer you up, but his golden locks that were ruffled by the time you had finished telling him what happened and his blazing eyes that could kill the fish that you were having again told you otherwise.

"I appreciate you getting mad for me Adam, but I've decided that I don't want to think about that slimeball anymore."

Adam pauses whatever diabolical revenge plan he had in his mind and nods. "I'm glad. Which also reminds me of something." He goes behind the counter and extracts two tickets from the cashier much to your curiosity.

"I have two tickets to the world food festival happening at the end of the month." He beams. "I was intending to go with Peter, but he had an emergency back home. I was wondering if you could come with me but now this isn't a question."

Yet again, you were reminded how lucky to have Adam as a friend. He looks at you expectantly and you can't help but to liken him to a golden retriever eagerly waiting for their reward.

"Sure. I would love to."

You laugh as Adam does a little jig and fist pump. "Yes! Meet me here at six on Saturday?"

"You got it."

*** You tugged at the hem of your sundress unconsciously. What if it was too much? Should you go back and change? What would he think?

Before you could even reach the entrance, the door opens, revealing Adam in a brown sweater and jeans that made his golden locks stand out even more. He sees you from afar and for a moment you’re not sure if he’s put on pause.

“Y/N! You look… amazing.” He breaths out as you walked closer. You see his eyes staring at your outfit appreciatively and you feel a flutter in your stomach.

“Thank you. You look great as well.”

Adam grins, causing your stomach to do a few flips. “Shall we then? The festival is just a 10 min walk away.”

Walking along the pier was healing itself. You feel the cool breeze on your face and sighed happily.

“I’m glad that you came along with me.”

“So am I. You’re right, Adam. I needed this.” You tell him sincerely. As the two of you neared the festival, you could see various lights being mixed together from the different booths, providing harmonious chaos. The smell of food wafts through the air, reaching your stomach that had betrayed you by giving a loud growl.

“Oops.”

Adam chuckles, grabbing your hand gently. “Good to see that you’re up for some food.”

Adam sees that you have reverted back to your old self in that moment, eyes almost giving off a maniacal glint.

“Oh, I was born ready. Let’s feast!”

***

This was the best place to let your senses come alive. For you? It was the aromatic smells and tantalizing cuisines that each booth had to offer. While Adam makes mental notes on how he could incorporate various cuisines into his current menu, you were busy chomping away.

“You are impressive, and I mean that with the utmost respect.” Adam laughs as you gobble down an egg waffle from the Hong Kong booth. You shoot him a playful glare that only made him want to tease you more.

“Hey, I have needs.” You crumple the empty paper bag, throwing it into the bin, unaware of the crumbs at the side of your lip.

“You have something on your lips.” Adam points and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You try to follow where he was pointing at but didn’t seem to get the spot.

“Here,” Adam moves closer to you. “Let me.” He reaches for your lip, brushing the crumbs away with his thumb. The contact goes as quickly as it came and you’re left momentarily stunned. Adam doesn’t notice as he walks ahead of you, turning back when he realizes you aren’t following.

“Keep up! We still have more to go.”

You groan internally. You and your tendency to overthink things. Still, you can’t help but to think about Adam and his actions lately.

***

“This Lo Mein is out of this world!” You slurp on another noodle as Adam holds the box on his hand, going in for another taste. “I think you’re going to have to drag me back home later. Actually, you know what? I’m going to get one more box for supper.” You grin, heading back to the booth where the kind elderly woman was pleased to see you.

“Ah! Silly old me. I forgot to give you this!” The woman passes you a fortune cookie. “Something for the road.” She winks, shuffling away to attend to her other customers before you could even ask anything else. Curious, you decide to unwrap the cookie to read the contents inside. Instead of a usual quote, you see familiar handwriting. One that you saw on the written menu at The Warlock.

Y/N, I thought long and hard about writing this. I don’t want to loose our friendship, but I can’t stand to see you being under appreciated by others who don’t see your value and inner beauty. God, my hand’s trembling as I’m writing this but I’ll say it. I love you.

Your thumb lingers over the last three words and the noise from the festival has now been reduced to white noise in your head. All this while, he was right in front of you and you were too dumb not to see it. Cowardly, even.

You suddenly think about Adam’s actions and care towards you - not just when you broke up with that trash, but when you needed someone by your side. How he had closed the shop one time just to make sure you could recover from the nasty flu, brushing off your concerns about the lost business.

“It’s only one day, Y/N. You are more important.”

You clutch the paper in your hand, craning your neck to look for Adam in the crowd. The need to find him surges and you dart in and out of the crowd. You weren’t going to make the same mistake. You were going to give him your answer.

You were to engrossed with finding Adam that you find yourself being elbowed at the sides due to the crowd. Loosing your balance, you shut your eyes, preparing to be squashed by the potential foot traffic when a hand reaches out to grab you and pull you away from the throng of people.

Adam’s steely eyes stares into yours, making sure that you were not hurt. “Guess I should have reconsidered my mode of confession.”

The rumble in his voice steadies you and you immediately hug him tight. This throws him off slightly but he eases into it, bringing his arms around your waist.

“Yes,” you muffled into his chest. “I love you too.” You look up at him with affection. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you. I’m sorry I was so stupid to realize only now.” You’re about to ramble on when he brings your lips to his, giving you the most earth shattering kiss.

How you willed time to stop. He parts, looking down at you. Adam tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “You don’t have to be sorry for anything. Your answer was all I needed.”

A slight drizzle starts to spread across the festival and a moment of panic registers on Adam’s face at the sight of you in your dress. Not that you mind.

“Don’t worry, a little rain won’t hurt. In fact, it’s refreshing.” You hold his hand in yours. “You have space back at the restaurant? I think I may be staying for a while.”

Adam breaks into a grin. He locks his fingers with yours, pulling you towards him again.

“For you? You can stay as long as you like.”

#adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #guardians of the galaxy #gotg 3 #modern au #navy and roo's sleepover #adam warlock x female reader #will poulter

[new-revenant]

DP/DC Week Day 3 - Eldritch Entities/The worst person to put in charge of teens is another teenager

Part 3 of my Danny gets mistaken as Jason’s clone AU! You can read the past two day’s entries for some more context, but it’ll probably be fine if you don’t. But you do need to know that Danny is going to be referred to as James, since he didn’t want to tell the world’s greatest detectives his real name.

Warning I guess? Brief mention of vivisection and starvation. Mention of throwing up at the very end.

Let’s hope that the YJ cartoon Conner and Bart’s personalities are similar enough to the comic version because that’s the best basis I have for their personalities ;-;

Tim may or may not have made a mistake when he decided to call Conner and Bart to tell them about Jason’s new clone. He definitely should’ve expected them to instantly come over to see said clone.

Bart was bouncing off the walls of the dinning room excitedly, “Jason got cloned-I can’t believe Jason of all people got cloned-do you?” 

“I can, even if he doesn’t have any powers he’d probably be good to clone for political reasons right?” Conner speculated, “Right Tim?”

“But then why is the clone a child?” Tim was hunched over his computer, biting his lip, trying to find out more about the GIW.

“James-the clone-said that the GIW had done experiments on ghosts, and that they could tell that Jason is undead. So they might’ve created James to do experiments on him that they couldn’t do on Jason themselves.”

“Or turn him into a weapon,” Conner said with a hint of sadness and anger in his voice.

“It’s probably both,” Bart added. The other two nodded in agreement.

Not even a second passed before Jason came in, holding James by his shirt collar. Jason clearly took Bruce’s advice to get him new clothes. He was wearing a white polo shirt and black bell bottoms. But he still had the same black gloves and boots on as before.

Tim still didn’t look at his face. He didn’t want to see…whatever it was that made him think that James’s was uncanny valley incarnate. That would be rude.

“Tim, I need you to-oh hey!” Jason stopped in his tracks and looked over to the group, “This is perfect, Tim, Conner, Bart too I guess, I need you guy to look after the kid while I’m gone.”

“Wait, where are you going that’s more important than, I dunno, keeping an eye on your own clone?” Tim questioned.

“It’s a long story. But, that’s why I’m leaving him here with you-“

“Hi,” James waved at the group.

“-The best person to put in charge of a teenager is another teenager.”

“I don’t think that’s right exactly,” Bart said, “Buuut, the best person to be in charge of a clone, is another clone right?” He looked over at Conner expectingly.

“That guy’s a clone?” James looked to Jason for an answer as he pointed at Conner.

“Yes I am. Although it already seems that you have a…much better relationship with the guy you’re cloned from than I do,” Conner sighed.

“Can we kick his teeth in then?”

“Jason, what are you teaching the child?” Tim groaned.

“Self care. Anyways-“ Jason let go of James, “-I’m off. See ya.” And then he left, leaving James in the trio’s care.

“So…can I kick the guy’s teeth in? Who was the uh, guy who you were cloned from anyways?”

“It was actually two guys-“ Bart started before Tim interrupted him.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re not kicking anyone’s teeth in before you tell us more about the GIW.”

“Tim, be easy on him,” Conner recommended, “You don’t want to scare him away now do you?”

“Oh it’s fine. I mean, the worst thing they did to me that I can remember is vivisect me, so it’s fine.”

“Is that like dissection-“ Bart started to ask before being interrupted yet again.

“Yeah it’s exactly like dissection but on a living thing. I didn’t get any of those things that make it do you didn’t feel pain either. That sucked almost as much as being starved for like, a week. That was not a good week.”

Silence filled the room as the three processed what James told them.

“Tell us everything single thing you know about the GIW,” Conner demanded.

“Sure!” James said. Then he smiled. Tim made the mistake of looking at him while he did and recoiled all the way off his chair. Luckily, Bart was able to catch him before he hit the ground.

“Why is looking at your face like looking at  a Lovecraftian god?!” Tim cried.

“I have that effect on people,” James explained, “But holy shit, no one’s actually recoiled!” He cackled, a deep, unnerving cackle. Well, it sounded like that to Tim at least.

“Well you don't have that effect on me,” Conner said.

“Or me!” Bart added, “Maybe something’s wrong with Tim-or us!”

“No it’s most likely just me since the others didn’t have a problem with James,” Tim stated, “Perhaps it’s because the others had more contact with the Lazarus Pits-as for the two of you, maybe it’s because of Bart’s connection to the speed force and Conner being half Kryptonian-“

“Way to doxx us my guy,” Bart interrupted, “First you interrupt me when I tried to explain more about Conner, and then you go out and spill our super hero identities.”

“Oh shit, you’re right, I forgot that he could possibly be a sleeper agent. Or spy.”

“I’m not one of those things but okay,” James said, before he got a starry look in his eyes, “Wait, does that mean you’re half alien?” He pointed to Conner, “I’ve never met an alien before! And your a speedster!” He pointed to Bart, “How fast can you go? Can you do anything else than run fast? Can you like, electrocute people by shuffling your feet real fast? Ooo, can you power a city with it?!”

Bart gasped, “He’s a fan of me! :D”

“And he’s asking quite a lot of questions,” Tim mumbled.

“Well, James, do you want anything to eat?” Conner asked.

“Can I have a cookie? Maybe two cookies?” Danny asked.

“Maybe something more nutritious-“

“Can I also have a cookie?” Bart asked.

“Uhh, okay, but James-“

“Since Bart here said he can also have a cookie, that means that someone would have to have a cookie first, which means…”

“…Tim?”

“The cookies are on top of the third cabinet to the right,” Tim said, “Bart knows where the rest of the desserts are.”

“Well isn’t that just sweet?” James smirked.

A few minutes later, when Alfred came to the kitchen, he was only the slightly surprised to see all the desserts gone. A bit more to see what he assumed was Jason’s clone throwing up into a trash can. Oh well, at least he wasn’t throwing up on the floor.

#danny phantom #danny phantom crossover #dp crossover #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp/dc week 2022 #revenant makes fanfics

[youngjusticeslut]

Writing suggestion: everyone congratulates Supermartian at the wedding reception, toast the happy couple and someone gives a heartfelt speech about everything they’ve been through especially their time apart in season 4. Pretty Please with a Cherry on Top. I will love you forever if you write this!

Given the circumstances and the haste of putting together a ceremony, it was a miracle that the wedding turned out as well as it did.

The catered dinner that M'gann and Conner had carefully tasted months ago was replaced with a mountain of pizzas. No dance floor, but their friends had managed to finagle a couple of speakers. Virgil and Cassie immediately shot up and dubbed themselves DJs for the night, so with all the drama out of the way, everyone could finally let loose and breathe again.

Though, the copious amounts of alcohol (generously donated by several leaguers, Artemis, Roy, and one brooding billionaire) certainly helped a bit.

"So, no speeches?" Dick asks, sipping from a dangerously pink concoction that Bart had dubbed 'the Supermartian'.

Conner raises a brow. "Did you write one?"

"Wait, wasn't that Gar's job?" Will asks, nodding at the green boy who seemed a little preoccupied with getting Lian and Amistad to stop chasing his new Corgi.

"I am afraid it was mine," Kaldur says, his cheeks a faint shade of cherry. Whether it was from the three glasses of champagne, the embarassment from not having a speech made, or from Wyynde perched across his lap, he couldn't tell. "You asked me to speak, and I admit I forgot."

M'gann laughs. "He asked you months ago. I think you're forgiven, Kaldur. We kind of nixed the whole speeches thing when we put this together."

"Uh, yeah, we kind of had other things going on." Artemis tips the rest of her drink into her mouth and sets the glass down. "I think it's a miracle we all just made it here."

"You're one to talk. Weren't you supposed to give a speech too?"

Artemis shoots a glare at her brother in law. "Again, months ago. I dub myself forgiven."

"Don't think that's really your call to make, 'Mis."

"She's forgiven." M'gann leans her head on Conner's shoulder. "But I'll take a toast, if any of you feel in the mood."

"Lord knows you guys need it," Zatanna giggles. "That's how many tragedies in the span of ten years?"

Raquel grins and raises a glass. "Zee's right. We need some good juju up in here."

She stands from the table, but before she can even begin to make her way to the front of the dance floor, the music stops. Everyone turns their gaze, only to be met with a frightening proposition: Icicle Jr. with a microphone.

"As the resident worst-man and the person who witnessed the official creation of this union, I want to give a toast!"

Horrified looks fill the room, and Icicle Jr.'s security guards quickly get up, but Conner waves them down. "Let him speak!"

"Thank you! Now, as I was saying... even though I totally met her first, and I thought she was your sister and you guys were into some real freaky stuff, I guess you guys are kind of a match made in... whatever! Though, I still think she would look way cooler with me."

The pun is met with audible groans, and from a distance, someone (Bart) questions the 'sister' part.

"Alls this to say is that I wish you guys every happiness in the world. A toast to the happy couple!"

#young justice #supermartian #m'gann m'orzz #conner kent #artemis crock #dick grayson #will harper #kaldur #raquel ervin #zatanna zatara #icicle jr #there you go anon I hope you enjoy #sorry it's vague and shitty #but I had fun

[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Juice Box Jubilee

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, YJ98, Titans

Summary: A mysterious girl walks through heroes' nightmares, and they band together to figure out why.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Sandsmark, Bart Allen, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Cissie King-Jones, Grant Emerson, Roy Harper

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tags: Dreams and Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergent AU, First Person POV, Mystery Character(s), Confession(s), Found Family, Healing

Chapter One: mommy's hugs (Jason's POV)

I couldn’t see past the smoke, but I could hear her struggling and choking. “Mom!” I shouted. I tried to stand but couldn’t move anything below my chest. My stomach felt strange, like a foot that fell asleep. I dragged my body across the ground, screaming for her. “Mom!”

It was always the same. I couldn’t see my mom, but I could hear her. I wanted her to say my name and acknowledge that I was there. I wanted to hold her… But it was always the same. The smoke overtook me, and I’d wake up choking. I turned on my side, hacking until I could breathe again, and sometimes it got so bad I’d throw up. This time, though, I didn’t wake up. I felt a hand wrap around my fingers. “What do you want?” the little voice asked. I turned to see a girl in orange flower pajamas.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Why are you crying? What do you want?” she asked as if she were talking to someone younger than herself. What struck me wasn’t her presence. It was her question. I wasn’t crying at all.

“I want my mommy,” I answered. I covered my mouth at the sound of my voice. I sounded like a little boy again. And I was crying. I wasn’t on my stomach anymore. I stood a little shorter than the girl holding my hand… And she wasn’t holding my fingers anymore. I held hers. “I can’t find my mommy.” I hiccupped through my tears. I was so frightened that I’d forgotten I was an adult moments before.

“It’s okay… We’ll find your mommy,” she replied. She waved her free hand until the smoke vanished. I could see my mom in the corner of our apartment, sitting on the fire escape, and I let go of the little girl’s hand, running toward my mom at full speed with tears in my eyes. My mom caught me and held on tight.

“Jason,” Mom whispered as she showered me in kisses. I cried joyfully, weeping as she cradled me in her arms. “It’s okay, Jason… Mommy’s here.” I didn’t want to let go. I hid my face in her chest, and I could almost smell her.

I woke up in bed, a hand on my chest as I stared at the ceiling. “Fuck,” I breathed the word out. I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand. “Okay… Okay.”

I couldn’t shake the little girl’s face from my memory. She was so deeply concerned. Getting out of bed felt impossible. I had to force myself to get up… But it only made me feel worse. I sat up and immediately started to sob into my outstretched palms. It was the worst I’d felt in years. I couldn’t catch my breath.

I cried myself sick. It felt like I lost my mom all over again. But worse. I got to see the best version of her. I could almost smell her perfume. It was the same perfume her grandmother wore. Once I calmed down, I climbed out of bed and showered. The cold water shocked me awake and cleared my head, and I let the water trickle through my hair. I focused on my skin prickling with goosebumps under the icy water, letting it pull me out of despair. My phone rang, and I ignored it. I couldn’t get out of the shower. My dream shook me up in ways I couldn’t explain.

I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the wall as I slipped a sweatshirt over my head. My limbs felt heavy. I wanted to call someone and talk about it, but I didn’t know what I would say. My recurring nightmare finally had a happy ending, and I can’t shake the feeling that it shouldn’t have ended that way. I knew what everyone would say. They’d say I was finding a reason to be unhappy. Dismiss my real fears. My phone rang a second time. “What?” I snapped.

“Someone’s in a mood,” Barbara replied. I exhaled through my nose, trying to conceal my embarrassment.

“Sorry… I thought you were someone else. What’s up?” I asked. “Wait, why are you calling me from your cell?”

“It’s a personal call. Checking in,” Barbara replied. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to pull myself together.

“Do you still have the number of that therapist?” I asked. I ran a hand over my face, anticipating Barbara’s following questions.

“Yeah… I’ll send it to you right now,” Barbara replied, “I’m not going to ask why you want it. I am going to ask if it’s urgent.”

I sat with my thoughts for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer. “It feels urgent right now, but I had a bad morning. I should get off the phone-.”

“I get it… Bye, Jason,” Barbara replied. She hung up before I could reply to her.

I called the number Barbara sent me and held my breath when it started to ring. “Good morning, Dr. Andersen, speaking,” she introduced herself. I considered hanging up. “Hello?”

“I’m-. I’d like to make an appointment,” I whispered. The words made me feel sick.

*

Dr. Andersen was a few years older than Barbara. She had a pixie cut. Nothing too trendy or modern. It was more vintage than anything. I fiddled with an old toy clock sitting on her desk. I didn’t look at her directly. I studied her with a few calculated and indirect glances. I couldn’t tell her about my dream, so I started with my background. “I didn’t know my stepmom wasn’t my birth mother until I was fifteen years old. She passed away when I was twelve. My father passed away around the same time. They had a tumultuous marriage, and my mom was-. My mom was addicted to drugs. I couldn’t help her. So, I went into foster care, and then I got adopted. The adoption was-. I found out about my birth mom. Then, I met her, and she died too,” I explained.

Dr. Andersen nodded. “Which parent or parents are you having the nightmare about?” Dr. Andersen asked. She saw right through me.

“The stepmom,” I answered. I tried to be as impersonal as possible about it. Dr. Andersen saw through that, too.

She wrote something down. “How do you feel about that?” Dr. Andersen questioned.

“I’m usually fine. I have a few nightmares about my mom here and there, but the other day-. It was different. The nightmare was strange, too. I cried in my sleep, and when I woke up, I started sobbing. I couldn’t stop. I had to shower to clear my head,” I answered. The thought of the nightmare got caught in my throat, and I swallowed it like bile. “I should tell you about my nightmare and why I feel guilty… Shouldn’t I?”

I met eyes with Dr. Andersen. Her eyes were a cloudy color as they studied me. I could tell her mind went about a hundred miles per hour. “Did any of your parents have a funeral?” Dr. Andersen asked. I froze. No one ever asked me about their funerals.

“I’ve-. No,” I stammered. I wondered if it could’ve helped me process my pain. It wasn’t something that I talked about. But I found myself thinking about how strange it was that I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to any of the people I lost. I couldn’t hear anything she said after I answered. My ears rang, my stomach ached, and I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t ground myself. It was like I fell into a pocket of grief. It was the first time I’d felt normal in over a decade. I felt like shit, but it made sense to feel like shit. I hated that it took twelve years to sink in, but it was a relief to know I felt something.

#fic #tjbj fic #batfam #Jason Todd #Barbara Gordon #Cassandra Sandsmark #Bart Allen #Tim Drake #Conner Kent #Cissie King-Jones #Grant Emerson #Roy Harper #Dreams and Nightmares #Hurt/Comfort #Canon Divergent AU #First Person POV #Mystery Character(s) #Confession(s) #Found Family #Healing

[anonymousewrites]

A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 2) Chapter Six

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Six: Broken Code

Summary: Irene has returned, and Sherlock and (Y/N) face a puzzle that could destroy years of work.

            One wakeup call, shower, and change of clothes later, Irene was sitting across from Sherlock and (Y/N) in the living room as John hovered awkwardly in the kitchen.

            “So who’s after you?” asked Sherlock.

            “People who want to kill me,” said Irene.

            “Who’s that?” repeated Sherlock.

            “Killers,” said Irene casually.

            “Being more specific would be more helpful,” remarked (Y/N).

            “So you faked your death to get ahead of them,” said Sherlock.

            “It worked for a while,” said Irene, smirking.

            “Except you let John know that you were alive, and therefore, us,” said Sherlock.

            “I knew you’d keep my secret,” said Irene.

            “You couldn’t,” said Sherlock.

            “But you did.” Irene smirked. “Now, where’s my camera phone?”

            “It’s not here. We’re not stupid,” said John.

            “Then what have you done with it?” asked Irene. “If they’ve guessed you’ve got it, they’ll be watching you.”

            “If they’ve been watching us, they’ll know that I took a safety deposit box at a bank on the Strand a few months ago,” said Sherlock.

            A good diversion. Let them break into that instead of here, thought (Y/N). But I have a feeling Sherlock’s just going to hand it over to see what happens with this case.

            “I need it,” said Irene.

            “Well, we can’t just go and get it, can we?” said John, crossing his arms. “Molly Hooper. She could collect it, take it to Bart’s. Then one of your homeless network could bring it here, leave it in the café, and one of the boys downstairs could bring it up the back.”

            “Very good, John,” said Sherlock. “Excellent plan, with intelligent precautions.”

            “Thank you. So, why don’t—Oh, for the love of God,” groaned John as Sherlock pulled out the phone and handed it to Irene.

            Knew it, thought (Y/N). “What do you have on there?” they asked.

            “Pictures, information, anything I might find useful,” said Irene evasively.

            “What, for blackmail?” asked John.

            “For protection. I make my way in the world; I misbehave. I like to know people will be on my side exactly when I need them to be,” said Irene.

            “I guess when you mess with powerful people you need to have security,” murmured (Y/N).

            Irene nodded. “I like to slap them around, but I’d prefer them to not slap around me.”

            “So, how do you acquire this information?” questioned Sherlock.

            “I told you, I misbehave,” said Irene with a smirk and a wink.

            “You accidentally got something that’s more danger than protection, didn’t you?” asked (Y/N), leaning forward.

            Irene chuckled and smiled. It was softer, less conniving. If Sherlock was correct (and he would say he always was), he would say Irene seemed to like (Y/N). “Clever kid,” she said. “Yes, I did. Problem is: I don’t understand it.”

            “Show us,” said (Y/N).

            Irene reached out, but Sherlock held the phone out of her reach. “The passcode.” Irene just stared at him until Sherlock handed her the phone.

            She frowned as she typed in a code. “It’s not working.”

            Sherlock grabbed the phone back. “No, because it’s a duplicate that I made, into which you’ve just entered the numbers 1-0-5-8. I assumed you’d choose something more specific than that but, um, thanks anyway.” Sherlock pulled out the real phone and typed in the code. The phone beeped angrily.

            (Y/N) recognized it from his first attempt. This code wasn’t correct, either. And now only one try was left. If they got it wrong, the phone would destroy itself.

            Dammit. Irene is clever. It’s impressive but annoying because she’s outplaying us. (Y/N) shivered. Moriarty outplayed us, too… Now that really ruined their mood.

            “I told you that camera phone was my life,” said Irene. “I know when it’s in my hand.”

            “You’re good,” admitted (Y/N).

            “You did your best,” said Irene. She smiled playfully. “And I’m sure you’ll get another chance to prove your prowess.” She held her hand out, and Sherlock begrudgingly handed over the real phone. “There was man, an MOD official,” explained Irene as she unlocked the phone and began going through its contents. “I knew what he liked. One of the things he liked was showing off. He told me this email was going to save the world. He didn’t know it, but I photographed it. He was a bit…tied up at the time.” She smirked before holding out the photo to (Y/N) and Sherlock. “It’s a bit small on that screen, but you can read it.”

            (Y/N) peered at the email curiously. They wanted to know what all the hubbub was about. What was the email that was going to save the world?

007 Confirmed allocation 4C12C45F13G60A60B61F34G34J60D12H33K34K

            (Y/N)’s mind automatically began dissecting and reassembling the string of numbers and letters in multiple attempts to decode the meaning.

            “A code, obviously. I had one of the best cryptographers in the country take a look at it, though he was mostly upside down as I recall. Couldn’t figure it out,” said Irene. “What can you do, Sherlock, (Y/N)? Impress me.”

            (Y/N) rearranged it. Seat numbers—Passenger jet—flight from Heathrow—007—They furrowed their brow. 007? Where have I heard 007? What’s that reminding me of? They were so absorbed trying to figure out what they were missing that they didn’t notice Sherlock beginning to speak.

            “There’s a margin for error, but we’re pretty sure there’s a 747 leaving Heathrow at six thirty in the evening for Baltimore,” said Sherlock. John’s face was blank, and Irene had raised her brow. Sherlock nodded to (Y/N). “They get it.”

            “Huh?” said (Y/N), blinking as they were pulled from their mind.

            “It’s a flight,” said Sherlock.

            “Oh, yeah, it is,” agreed (Y/N). They cleared their throat. “The numbers aren’t a code—they’re seat allocations. There’s no letter ‘I’ because it could be mistaken for a one, ‘K’ is the width of the plane, some groupings of numbers are seats grouped together, like couples or families. Only a jumbo jet is wide enough to need a letter ‘K’ or rows past fifty-five, which is why there’s always an upstairs. There’s a row thirteen, which eliminates the more suspicious airlines.” They paused as their mind circled back to the 007 number and the memory it was triggering, but Sherlock nodded at them to continue. And they wouldn’t disappoint him. “Then there’s the style of the flight number, 007, that eliminates a few more. And assuming a British point of origin, which would be logical considering the original source of the information and assuming from the increased pressure on you lately that the crisis is imminent, the only flight that matches all the criteria and departs within the week is the six thirty to Baltimore tomorrow evening from the Heathrow airport.”

            They frowned. “But—007…Why is that bugging me?” they murmured.

            John and Irene sat there, stunned. Sherlock grinned proudly. (Y/N) tapped the table angrily as the 007 number itched at them.

            “Please don’t feel obligated to tell us that was remarkable or amazing. John’s expressed the same thought in every possible variant available in the English language,” said Sherlock. He was supremely proud with how well (Y/N) had done. His brow furrowed slightly, though, seeing (Y/N)’s frustrated expression. Something was off, and they could sense it.

            “Wow. You’re completely right,” said John. He held up his phone. “Flight 007 from Heathrow to Baltimore.”

            “Damn it!” shouted (Y/N) suddenly. They stood up and turned on Irene, who was busy typing away on her phone. “No!” They grabbed for the phone, but Irene dodged.

            The telltale whoosh of a message sending answered them, and Irene switched off her phone, shrugging. “Sorry, dear. You’re clever, but that wasn’t quick enough.”

            (Y/N) turned to Sherlock, eyes wide. “Sherlock—007. ‘Bond Air is go.’ ”

            Sherlock sucked in a breath. Mycroft’s operation. They had just explained his entire operation to a woman who could now bring the entire British government to its knees. Sherlock could see (Y/N)’s nerves getting the better of them, and he cursed himself for pushing them to continue the deduction. He should have realized something was the matter when they did and stopped the whole thing.

            “Is something the matter?” asked John.

            “Nothing that matters now,” said Sherlock. They couldn’t change what had happened. Hopefully, however, Mycroft would figure out a solution to save his operation. He waved a hand at John. “Just go to work.”

            “Right…” said John uncertainly, but he left anyway.

            “I should have realized. I should have stopped speaking when I realized something was wrong,” muttered (Y/N).

            Sherlock shook his head and knelt by them. “No. It’s not your fault. I pushed you to keep solving the code. I should have noticed something was wrong and stopped you. I’m the one with more experience.”

            Irene grinned. “I needed intelligent people, and you both delivered.”

            (Y/N)’s narrowed, and they glared at Irene. That was it. They were going to destroy whatever she had planned.

            A knock sounded at the door, and it swung open to reveal an government official. The repercussions of Irene’s actions were arriving.

            “Have you come to take us away?” asked Sherlock, standing up.

            “Yes, Mr. Holmes,” said the official.

            “Well, I decline,” said Sherlock.

            The man pulled out an envelope and handed it to Sherlock. “I don’t think so.” (Y/N) looked over Sherlock’s shoulder as he opened the envelope and found to airplane tickets.

            “Tata,” said Irene, smirking and waving her hand.

            (Y/N)’s gaze was cold. They knew she’d be joining them soon. Unfortunately, it would be on her own terms. (Y/N) turned away and followed Sherlock to the dark car.

            As they drove, Sherlock spoke, “There’s going to be a bomb on a passenger jet. The British and American governments know about it, but rather than expose the source of that information, they’re going to let it happen. The plan will blow up. Coventry all over again. The wheels turn. Nothing is ever new.”

            No one answered, but (Y/N)’s mind was racing. There was more to this than just a bomb. Mycroft was cold and aloof, but he was smart. He’d have a way to not sacrifice so many lives. And they had probably ruined. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. It just gave them more motivation to take down Irene.

            At the airport, Sherlock and (Y/N) exited the vehicle and walked towards the 747 Jumbo Jet. Agent Neilson of the CIA stood at the base of the steps.

            “Well, you’re looking all better. How’re you feeling?” asked Sherlock pointedly.

            “Like putting a bullet in both of your brains,” said Neilson. He watched them walk up the steps. “And they’d pin a medal on me if I did.”

            Sherlock’s hand went to (Y/N)’s shoulder and guided them into the plane. He wouldn’t let Neilson threaten them a third time. Inside the plane, (Y/N) and Sherlock walked through the corridors. Bodies were lined up in seats but…they were just that—bodies. They were dead.

            So that’s Mycroft’s solution, thought (Y/N).

            “The Coventry conundrum,” said Mycroft from behind them, and they turned. “What do you think of my solution? The flight of the dead.”

            “The plane blows up midair. Mission accomplished for the terrorist. Hundreds of casualties, but nobody dies,” said Sherlock in understanding.

            “Neat, don’t you think?” remarked Mycroft.

            “All of those cases. The girls not seeing their grandfather, the man claiming to have non-human ashes…” (Y/N)’s eyes widened as they realized those were some of the bodies Mycroft had commandeered. They looked at him. “The body in the boot of that car…Was that another ‘flight of the dead?’ ”

            “At least someone sees the bigger picture,” said Mycroft sardonically as he looked at Sherlock.

            “How’s the plane fly? Of course—unmanned aircraft. Hardly new,” said Sherlock.

            “It doesn’t fly. It will never fly. This entire project is cancelled. The terrorist cells have been informed that we know about the bomb. We can’t fool them now,” said Mycroft bitterly. “We’ve lost everything. One fragment of one email, and months and years of planning finished.”

            “Your MOD man,” said Sherlock.

            “No, Sherlock, you,” said Mycroft. “A man desperate to show off setting a terrible example to a teenager and a woman clever enough to play them like a fiddle.”

            “It’s not (Y/N)’s fault,” said Sherlock. “I pushed them.”

            “No, Sherlock. I could have stopped…” murmured (Y/N).

            “And yet my brother is the one who was played,” said Mycroft, sighing in disappointment.

            “It’s my fault, too,” said (Y/N).

            “Poor dear,” tutted the voice of Irene Adler behind them. “Sherlock, you should really look after them better.”

            “I drove you two into her path. I’m sorry,” said Mycroft.

            “Mr. Holmes, I think we need to talk,” said Irene.

            “So do I. There are a number of aspects I’m still not quite clear on,” said Sherlock.

            “Not you, Junior. We’re done,” said Irene. She passed him and went to Mycroft. “There’s more. Loads more. On this phone, I’ve got secrets, pictures, and scandals that could topple your whole world.” She smirked. “You have no idea how much havoc I could cause, and there’s exactly one way to stop me. That is, unless you to tell your masters that your biggest security leak is your own little brother and his child.”

            Mycroft gritted his teeth and looked away. He knew he was beaten. He couldn’t throw his brother and his kid under the bus. They were his family, and as much as he preached that sentiment was foolish, Mycroft was protective of them.

            “I have a meeting house nearby. We can conduct our…negotiations there,” said Mycroft.

            “You better send for some paper and pencil. And some wine. We might as well make this fun,” said Irene. She smirked. “For me, that is.”

            Mycroft and Irene descended the steps from the jumbo jet. (Y/N) paused before they went.

            “Sherlock, if we could open the phone, that would solve everything, right? Mycroft would have information she is trying to hide, probably from other governments and organizations, too,” said (Y/N).

            Sherlock nodded. “Yes, but we have only one chance. Otherwise, the phone destroys itself.”

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow. I have to figure it out, then. I need to win this. It’s my fault this flight can’t go. I need to do this. Their eyes were cold as ice as they followed Irene’s smug figure into the car. She’s not getting away with this. Screw her protection. I’m winning here.

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[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne - (Flash) AU Chapter 11

Team Flash was always on it when there was word of a big bad. That’s why when Eobard asked that everyone meet in the cortex at six in the morning, they weren’t even surprised. Iris practically slept in the lab. Cisco was already working a case at the precinct, so he was more than alert. Caitlin had been out for drinks and Barry was binge watching some tv series. They weren’t really sure what to expect. So when three different signature streaks of lightning buzzed into the room, they were on guard. When Barry removed his mask, his counterpart’s eyes were wide. 

“Woah..” 

They both said looking at each other. 

“Okay, this is confusing, we’re gonna need a way to differentiate which one is the real Barry.” 

“I’m the real Barry!” They both protested.

“Blue is Bart and red is Barry.” Eobard stated. 

“Fair enough.” 

“You know I hate that nickname.” Bart complained. He’d already suited up, so as a childish attempt, he constructed a huge blue wall with his ring. 

“Quit sulking, we have bigger issues. “ Eobard explains. Barry was still staring. 

He obeyed, lowering the wall as his feet landed on the ground from his previous hovering position. Barry was still taking in the differences that he could spot. 

“So you’re not a speedster?” He asked. Bart shook his head. 

“I’m a blue lantern. It’s crazy that you are the Flash. I do look good in the suit though. “ 

Barry smiled. “Thank you.”

“Anytime handsome.” He winked, and Barry shifted bashfully. You just rolled your eyes. 

“Could you stop being a narcissist for one second!” You complain. 

Caitlin and Cisco looked as though they were used to the behavior. 

“We have maybe twenty-one hours to find Godspeed and help (Y/N).” 

Iris’s brows are knitted. 

“Why are we on a timer?” 

Eobard’s eyes caught yours for a second. 

“Barry came to take (Y/N) home. In about twenty-one hours his friends are gonna reopen the portal. After that he can’t promise that she’ll be able to go back. They only have one shot."

The information didn’t gain happy reactions. 

“You’re..leaving?” Bart asked. 

“I..I.” You couldn’t form the words. 

“We should focus on catching Godspeed."

It was a coward’s way out. But you couldn’t think about it right now. Bart looked ready to question further, but Eobard stopped him. 

“She’s right. We need to find him and stop him. Let’s get to work. Caitlin, track his signature. Cisco, I need you and Joe to work on surveillance, he’s somewhere in the city, I know it. Iris, I’m going to need three trackers. Barry, (Y/N) and I are going to be vulnerable with how fast he’s gotten. I need to know everyone’s whereabouts at all times.” 

The team dispersed after they were given their tasks. Barry had to admit he was impressed with how effective Eobard led the team. 

“You really aren’t him.” 

“I’m not.” His tone was flat.

“Excuse me, I need to grab a pair of meta cuffs for when we stop him.” Eobard walked past you without so much as a glance, and you could feel the pang in your heart. You expected the reaction. Barry’s eyes moved to you. 

“You care about him.”

It was an easy observation. He had caught you both on the couch. Now you feel a bit guilty. Because this man may not have been Barry’s mortal enemy, but he was still Thawne.

“I just…he’s not..” Barry shook his head. 

“You don’t have to explain yourself. (Y/N) you’ve been trapped here for months. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been at the beginning seeing his face after what happened.” 

It was painful. 

“I only wanted to protect everyone.”

Of course he understands. 

“I know. If I’m being honest a part of me was mad at you for making such a decision. I always said I would protect you and then I just watched you die. For a while we really did think that you were gone forever.” 

You can’t imagine what that must have felt like. 

“But it’s okay now. Because you’re safe. I know everyone’s going to be happy to see you, especially Joe.” 

Barry is wearing a wide grin, and you mirror it the best you can. Because at the back of your mind, you aren’t sure if your heart is completely set on returning anymore.

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[bakerstreethound]

After the Storm | strawberry!sherlock holmes

Based on this anon ask 

Warnings: mentions of hurt (reader splits their eyebrow open), stitches, slight panic attack implied, thunderstorms, and blood/blood loss (non-life threatening)

Summary: Strawberry!Sherlock comforts you after a thunderstorm causes you to panic and you hurt yourself. 

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT repost or translate my works on any other sites. I only publish here and on AO3 under the same username)

Word Count: 587

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy some comforting strawberry!sherlock. He’s such a sweet caring boy and I adore him so! 

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You wished you hadn’t urged Sherlock to take on another case. The thunderstorm hit out of nowhere, making you jump as you stirred the pot of soup you were reheating on the stove. Thankfully you didn’t spill any of it, but your hands shook nonetheless. The last you heard from him was a short text mentioning a short stop at Bart’s but that was two hours ago. Another thundering roar sounded from the sky, and you drop the pot, leaving it on the stove you thankfully turned off a few minutes prior. 

Your white knuckled grip on the countertop only began to increase with each thundering roar and clap, then your body darted away of its own accord down the hall. It’s then you registered the the stinging sensation on your face from slamming into the door. You fight back a whimper, managing to open the door, too stunned in the moment and find yourself numbly walking to the bathroom. The stinging sensation still persists, and when your eyes finally meet your reflection in the mirror is when you feel the trickling of tears cascading down your cheeks. 

“IT WAS A FAKE!” You hear Sherlock’s voice from the living room and your hands grip the sink tight. How are you going to tell him how this happened, let alone John? Quickly, you grabbed a washcloth, dabbing away at the blood dribbling across your forehead right as a knock sounded on the door. 

“The supposed killer wasn’t even real to begin with. Someone made up the case for attention!” He continues along excitedly. When you don’t respond, he knocks again, opening the door, finding you curled up in the bathtub, meeting his concerned eyes your own welling with tears of shame. 

His eyes soften and he scrambles over to you, his hand cupping your cheek with such gentleness it makes your heart twinge as you welcome his touch. He gently traces the gash on your brow, noticing you wincing at the touch. “We’re going to have to ask John to stitch this up for you, alright?” 

“Alright,” you swallow the lump in your throat. You don’t bother asking if he knows what happened, from the quick glances he did around the bathroom when he entered, you knew he deduced the problem. 

“Darling, look at me,” He gently tilts your chin up so you’re level with his gaze, “it’s going to be alright. Besides, the storm should clear in an hour or so.” You lean closer to him, swallowing another lump forming in your throat. For a man curious and asked a lot of questions, you couldn’t believe you found yourself in a situation where he didn’t question you, knowing well that the storm had scared you out of your wits and here he was, comforting you. You had no idea what you did to deserve this, this detective and this rare moment of affection and concern for you. 

You reach out to him and he carefully picks you up bridal style, your arms wrapping around his neck and you bury you face in his chest. He walks carefully avoiding bumping into the doorframes and sets you down on the bed, giving your forehead a kiss, but you tug on his curls, drawing a quiet whimper through his parted lips. “Stay, Sherlock, please? I need you here with me” 

Another whimper escapes him when he lies on top of you, your fingers immediately stroking his curls, basking in the warmth and safety he provides, soothing your anxious heart. 

******

@classickook​ @frostandflamesfanfic​ @starks-hero​ @feral-for-strange​ @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds​ @sherlocksgirl91​ @turkisherlockian​ @evelynrosestuff​ @lilythemadqueen​ @aephereal​ @coping-via-clint-eastwood​ @sobeautifullyobsessed​ @sylvieofasgard​

#Sherlock Holmes #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #strawberry!sherlock #strawberry sherlock #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes imagine #bbc sherlock imagine

[noirandchocolate]

Are you pro or anti ship/kink/fic?

It seems based on your blog's likes and mostly-empty status that you are very dedicated to asking a lot of unrelated people this same question which, while you might not personally intend it as "bait" as you say, has a definite tendency to polarize a lot of people.

Ultimately I believe that a full and proper answer to the issues regarding content creation and harmonious existence in fandom spaces is more nuanced than the black-and-white options presented by either the "anti" or the "proship" label, and that the labels themselves may cut off any real discussion by producing knee-jerk negative reactions from the opposite "factions." However, in the interest of transparency I would like to formally state that I'm here today to introduce the next phase--the next step in the big Bart craze. I've got a dance real easy to do; I learned it with no rhythm and so can you. So move your body, if you've got the notion, front to back in a rock-like motion. Now that you've got it, if you think you can, do it to the music. That's the Bartman.

#kidk says stuff #ask #alternate answer: panel from johnny the homicidal maniac of nny saying 'it's all just entertainment not guidebooks for damning yourself!'

[quotidian-oblivion]

Your turn!

17. Teen Titans or Young Just Us?

18. Favorite animated show?

19. Favorite superhero family?

20. Young justice(show) or Teen Titans(show)?

21. Do you watch Teen Titans Go?

22. Favorite Robin?

25. Batgirl or oracle?

26. Whos your favorite batgirl?

27. Batgirl and the birds of Prey or Redhood and the Outlaws?

OKAY WOW NOW THESE ARE A WHOLE LOT OF QUESTIONS TYSMMMMM

DC ask game

17. I've answered that and I'll link it here

18. Favorite animated show?

See now, I have to think for this one.

Okay, all my favorite DC shows in no order are:

Teen Titans (original)

Teen Titans Go

Young Justice (only the first season, the second season's okay)

Batman: The Animated Series

Justice League: The Animated Series (I'm gonna combine Justice League Unlimited with this one)

DC superhero girls (the new one)

Justice League Action

I highlighted some of them in purple cuz they're just silly little goofy shows with the occasional life lesson and I love them. Special shoutout to the DC superhero girls for doing Bruce Wayne right. Batman, yeah he's a fun goofy guy, but Bruce Wayne? That man is a himbo surrounded by cameras 24/7 and acts like a real billionaire and who would ever suspect that man to be Batman? WHO???

But for my favorite... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hefrsodun

I'm gonna say Justice League Animated Series. Just because that was the first piece of DC content I consumed and also because all the episodes were available on YouTube for free for a brief period of time before they got taken out and I watched the first two seasons (which was not the Unlimited ones) like, 3 or 4 times.

I havent watched enough of Batman TAS, just a few episodes, and I havent watched all of Teen Titans either and Young Justice went down after season 1 and I'm bitter about more than a few things in there.

19. Favorite superhero family?

Are you kidding? You have read my ao3 account. You know this answer XD

It's the Batfamily. Found family, sibling shenanigans and protective brothers galore. I love them all so so much.

But another family which I especially like is the Flash family. But it's not my favorite cuz I haven't consumed enough content on a lot of the characters there and I can't relate very well to some characters in there. But I love the Flash family because it is an utter mess. At least with the Bats, you know that all of them are connected to Bruce on some level. But the Flashes? God, they're all disasters and I love them. I'm mentioning the Flash family under the category of superhero family favorites because of Bart, Max, Barry, Wally and Nora (XS).

20. Young justice(show) or Teen Titans(show)?

Took me a bit to notice that this was different to question 17 😅

The Teen Titans show. All the way. Young Justice crashed after season 1 and there are more than a few things that I am bitter about. And those things just drive me up the walls with anger like- vfgeyhhwblaeiehildsbfgfh veger asbhvid fwrdhbdw

I also love the whump in TT!!! Like the Renegade (Dick being a forced mentee to Slade) arc? FEVRGWHEUOAN BEAUTIFUL.

21. Do you watch Teen Titans Go?

Heck yeah I do! My sisters and I, every time it comes on TV or one of us puts it on the tab, all shriek at each other to get and gather around already and we all laugh and scream at the episodes. It's so goofy and silly, I love it. (Other than the butt-related jokes)

22. Favorite Robin?

EVIE YOU KNOW THIS TOO AND THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS QUESTION BECAUSE NOW I'M GONNA RANT ON IT

Not a too big rant cuz there are other questions and this post is already long (i love it, thank you)

SO. You obviously know it's Tim Drake. But before, I used to like Dick Grayson. Why? Because of Young Justice season 1. The kid was smart, sly, cheeky, badass, and a dangerous joy to be around. But he was a combination of comics Tim and Dick. Not- Dick. I realized that later when I read...

That's right, Red Robin. Red Robin was the first Tim Drake content I consumed (other than the Batman: TAS one with Tim, though that was Tim and Jason combined).

I read Red Robin and fell in love with the utter trash this kid was. I read about him in his lowest point and fell in love. I understood him on a deeper level. I especially loved-

You guessed it, the speculative element. I love mysteries, riddles, puzzles. And Red Robin had some good speculative elements to it. That fight against the Council of Spiders? Chef's kiss. I also love how Tim went behind everyone's backs and came up with the best fucking plans to defeat the bad guys, and I especially love how most of the time it included him getting hurt. Am I saying this boy is self-destructive? Absolutely. I love that shit cuz I can relate to it (on a level).

But you know what sealed the cake when I read his Robin run?

THIS WAS A FUCKING CHILD WHO WAS A FUCKING DAMN GENIUS AND HE CHOSE THE SUPERHERO BIZ AND HE IS GOOD AT IT.

I once saw a post that talked about how Tim Drake is the Robin that everyone knows, not Dick, not Jason, not Damian. Tim. Tim built the whole brand of Robin. That signature 'R'? That was all him. And you can see that in the comics. When he can't reach his batarangs (or birdarangs), he uses the 'R' fixed to his chest as a weapon to escape multiple times. It's not just branding. It's strategical. Before, Robin was all "Holy crimes, Batman" and scaly panties (love that for Dick), but Tim came and rebranded the whole Robin legacy. His backstory isn't well-known but it was him who removed Robin out of Batman's shadow. Now, Robin is still a protegee, but an independent protegee. Sure Dick's Robin with the Titans already showed that, but it was Tim who came and fully established that. He's the only Robin who had his own comic run that went around 200 issues and he's the only Robin who appears the most in other comics. Nightwing doesn't count cuz he moved on from Robin.

I like Tim because he's a normal kid who chose something and worked on it till he became good at it.

My dad likes Batman because he was a normal guy who chose something and worked on it till he became good at it. And now I like Batman because of that.

DO YOU SEE THE PATTERN?

DO YOU??????

I can go on for much longer, but this rant proved to be too long once again. Timothy Jackson Drake is one fucking badass character and I am so mad that he's so ignored and tarnished badly in the comics, but I am so fucking ecstatic that the fanfiction and the fandom community is celebrating him and have so much fanfiction with him. Especially how he joins the family early.

Edit: OH!!!! HERE'S ANOTHER REASON WHICH @sardonic-sprite POSTED ABOUT A WHILE AGO: yebif

*takes deep breath* Okay, next questions :)

25. Batgirl or oracle?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. THIS IS SO HARDI CANT DECIDE FVBHGEWFHDUBHVFDH

I'm gonna sayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Oracle. Cuz that means that Cass and Steph get their moments to shine.

26. Whos your favorite batgirl?

I've already answered this! And it's over here ^^

27. Batgirl and the birds of Prey or Redhood and the Outlaws?

Ooooh, now this is tough cuz I haven't read much of either. I have read some, but not much. Very little in fact.

But I'm gonna say Red Hood and the Outlaws cuz I love it when Roy appears in fanfiction, especially to egg and annoy and push Jason when he and Tim are bonding. And also cuz I fucking love Lian.

OKAY. DONE. THANKS SO MUCH EVIE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

#quotidian asks #evie <3 #foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego #dc ask game #ask game #dc

[radioactive-earthshine]

would you happen to know if kon met up with bart at all before yj met up? i know kon and tim met up before yj through the timkon fandom but what about bart? i fell like they should have met up but i am sort of new to this side of comics and dont even know where to look and am embarrassed to ask directly bc you know how ppl are here.

Hi and welcome to this side of fandom (I guess). I'm sorry if some other people here may have made you feel uncomfortable asking questions because in the comic fandom asking questions and talking to each other is necessary. Comics are too expansive for any one person to know everything and reaching out is the best way to get started on characters that interest you.

If we don't talk to each other fandom literally dies.

The answer to your question is YES they met up at least three times prior to the official formation of Young Justice that I can recall at the top of my head at this moment. There might be more but these are the three that stick out to me, and in one of them they don't interact.

The first time Bart and Kon meet each other is in Superboy and the Ravers #7

LOL look at how excited Kon is seeing Impulse. "Yay Impulse!"

They have a race (which was supposed to be just between Kon and Bart but then The Ravers got involved because they didn't like that Bart was faster) and then it ends abruptly when they end up in the ruins of the destroyed Coast City and get FEELINGS.

Lol poor Bart crouching as there is chaos behind him.

It's pretty underwhelming in my opinion and out of place but there were a few fun moments and it's worth a read.

The second time they "met up" is more placing them at the same place than them actively being engaged with another and that is during Hal Jordan's funeral in Green Lantern #81.

As stated above they are not shown to actively interact here in this story as the main point is to honor and remember Hal specifically but realistically I believe it is fair to assume Kon and Bart at least spoke to each other.

The major meetup they had prior to Young Justice however was in the JLA: World Without Grown-Ups special where they faced the magically possessed child known as Bedlam who set the precedent for them forming Young Justice in the first place.

Within it Bart, Kon & Tim all use their own special skills to take down Matthew Stuart (Bedlam) without the aid of any of the Justice League or their mentors as all adults were confined to Earth while a duplicate planet was made just for children. You might remember a story like this in Young Justice Season One where Billy shines and he has a major role in this story too, however the main heroes are Tim, Bart and Kon.

Matthew Stuart turns out to be their first main adversary they face together, and two years later in Young Justice he turns out to be one of their final ones. Bart is the key to winning in this story and in their second round with him he is as well. 10/10 a great story to read and one that I feel is necessary.

Bart and Kon both have some great moments and friendly teasing in this.

An interesting note about this particular story is that Kon knows Bart's real name and uses it casually on multiple occasions which implies that both of them have met up enough for Kon to get that information.

So anon those are the three instances I can think of immediately where Kon and Bart met or were in the same proximity to have interacted with each other.

Now, go read some comic books.

#bart allen #kon-el #impulse #superboy #tim drake #young justice #konbart #bartkon #mine

[brown-little-robin]

Fic writers asks:

4. What detail in Strange Redemption are you really proud of?

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about Strange Redemption? Answer it now!

10. How do you decide what to write?

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in Strange Redemption, what would it be?

24. Are there any easter eggs in Strange Redemption, and if so, what are they?

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

Oh man, okay, let's see. Good questions!!

4. What detail in Strange Redemption are you really proud of?

The motif of hands (gentle hands), especially how Thad often has to do a double take when he sees his own hands. Being a clone is rough.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about Strange Redemption? Answer it now!

A question I'd like to answer: how do you recommend reading Strange Redemption? The answer: at your own pace! I don't have any expectation that people will read it all in one go; it's already over 100,000 words long. I would ask that you pick it up like it's a novel, knowing it's not an easy read, and read it with grace for yourself if you can't do it all at once. The emotions can get overwhelming! I write and publish only one to two chapters per month; it's fine to stop and start, I promise.

10. How do you decide what to write?

Well, I start with daydreams, where I allow myself to be as stupid dramatic as I want. And then I figure out how to incorporate various scenes and plot points based on how they work with the meaning of Strange Redemption as a whole. I keep myself in careful balance between "the purpose of the story is CATHARSIS and so I'm going to be SELF-INDULGENT" and "but I want the story to have momentum and intentional pacing so I'm going to be very very careful about how I do things".

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in Strange Redemption, what would it be?

I'd like to write some of Bart's POV! Maybe when Thad gets brought in to the watchtower with his peculiar sickness? But the main reason I haven't written Bart's POV as an excerpt yet is that... I'd have to write it. In words. And Bart doesn't think in words!

It could be a fun challenge to try to write him well, though!

24. Are there any easter eggs in Strange Redemption, and if so, what are they?

Oh, there's quite a few! I actually wish I'd written down each reference in Strange Redemption in the end notes; that would have been fun and explained a lot. But anyway, one that I can remember off the top of my head is in Open Ocean (chapter 26, I think?) when Wally West seizes Thad by the shirt and drags him out across the ocean. That's a reference to this panel of Wally and Thad, which lives in my head rent free:

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

It would be easier for me to write a fic that was only dialogue. But I'd rather write a fic that had no dialogue just for the challenge!

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

There have been a lot of comments that particularly stood out to me! But here are the two that are the most present to me as I write:

"The presence of the fact that he was wretchedly and monstrously mistreated both actively in his development and passively in his deprivation haunts this story like a ghost even when you’re not addressing the theme specifically in a scene. It’s a remarkably skillful thing you do, actually. Like you’re playing many instruments at once in the telling of this story and the sorrowful minor-key cello theme is always running in the lower layers."

"NOT maudlin. The emotions are real and poignant. NOT rambling. Appropriately decelerated, because redemption doesn't happen overnight. NOT pointless. Growth and healing never are, and it's cathartic to read about."

—I have that last one saved in the "CORE IDEAS" section of the fic writing document, the one where I save the things that remind me why I'm writing.

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

Being comfortable with deleting and rewriting. I have SO many more deleted scenes from recent chapters than from the first ones. When I get stuck, just taking out the last three to five paragraphs and restarting with a different direction from there will get me unstuck.

Thanks for the ask! <3

#clones asks #About The Strange Redemption of Thaddeus Thawne

[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Brother Trap

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam

Summary: Owen wants to connect with his half-brothers for the first time. Luckily for him, they all go to the same university. Will bad blood between twins keep Owen from the family of his dreams, or is he the missing piece they've always needed?

Chapters: 16/?

Characters: Owen Mercer, Axel Walker, Thad Thawne, Bart Allen, Meloni Thawne, Deborah Morgna, Preston Lindsay, President Thaddeus Thawne Mention

Relationships: Owen Mercer/Axel Walker, Thad Thawne/Deborah Morgna, PrestonBart

Additional Tags: POV Third Person, College AU, Angst and Fluff, Family Dynamics, Family Issues, No Powers AU

Chapter Sixteen: Cookiecakepieorbrownies

Axel woke up to Owen. He knew it was him. The weight pressed down beside him and smelled like green apples. "Owen?" Axel whispered. 

"Hey," Owen whispered gently, "You want some soup? I brought some home from work..." Axel turned over to face Owen. 

"Owen—." Owen felt Axel's forehead and cheeks. Fever and embarrassment made Axel's cheeks rosy. 

"Can you eat?" Owen asked. Axel nodded. "You're speechless... You're hardly ever speechless." 

"Your mom was really nice to me," Axel whispered, "And it—. It felt like she meant it." 

"She does mean it. Come on, sit up. Let me get some soup and a pain pill in your stomach," Owen whispered. Axel obeyed and watched Owen walk to the kitchen and heat a bowl of soup. "Had to carry my brother to bed. He was slumped over a box." Owen chuckled. He turned on a light and grabbed a pill bottle. 

"Here you go," Owen whispered as he gave Axel the pill. "Don't take it yet."  

"I wasn't gonna... I'm not that bad off," Axel mumbled. Owen brought him a water bottle and the leftover soup from the restaurant. "Owen, could you do me a favor?" 

Owen grinned. "Uh-huh," Owen smiled as he sat beside Axel. Without thinking, he pressed kisses to Axel's cheeks and neck, and before he could kiss his lips, Axel turned away. 

"You're gonna get sick," Axel warned him. 

Owen kissed him. "Don't care if I get sick. I love you," Owen replied between pecks. The bedroom door opened, and Axel turned away. 

"Hey, Thad," Owen whispered. 

Thad rubbed his eyes. "Where—? Bart?" Thad muttered, still half-asleep. 

"Nope. This is your older brother, Owen. Need something?" Owen asked.  

Thad shook his head and returned to bed. "Relax, Owen. Want some of my soup?" Axel asked. Owen pulled a spoon out of thin air, eliciting a laugh from Axel. They sat together and ate the entire bowl. 

Axel took his pill and went to sleep, and Owen cleaned up before returning to his side. He draped his arm over Axel and lay awake, thinking about how he'd finally gotten everything he wanted. It terrified him. Axel started to toss and turn around sunrise. He always had nightmares when he was sick. "Shh... Hey, hey," Owen whispered, "I'm right here." Axel sighed. 

"Shit," Axel muttered as tears streamed down his cheeks. 

Owen frowned. "What was it?" Owen questioned. 

"I'm gonna get in the way—." 

"No," Owen smiled, "You've never been in the way. There is no way without you." Owen messed up Axel's hair. 

Meloni came out of the room and apologized. "I'll—." 

"No, Mel. It's okay," Axel mumbled as he pulled the blankets over his head. Meloni crouched down beside Axel. 

"Would you like to come with me? I'll set your room up so you can get some real sleep," Meloni offered as she pulled the sheet back and tapped his nose. Axel offered her a shy smile. "Come on, Sweetheart." Axel softened up. 

"I'll go get ready," Axel whispered. 

Once Axel was out of earshot, Owen grabbed Meloni's hand. "He's never had a mom before... So, thanks for being so nice to him," Owen confessed. 

"Hold onto this one," Meloni whispered, "He's special... I can tell." 

Owen grinned. "Believe me, I'm trying... Take good care of him for me, Mom," Owen whispered. Meloni nodded and messed up his hair. 

"I will," Meloni smiled, "Can I hug you? I just—. I still can't believe you're my baby boy." 

Owen wrapped his arms around Meloni and rested his chin atop her head. "Thank you, Mom... Thank you so much," Owen whispered. 

Meloni held onto his forearm, soaking in the affection and warmth her son offered. "You and Axel have given me so much... You don't have to thank me," Meloni replied, "I'm gonna put a sweater on and take Axel home. Take care of Thad." 

"I've got him," Owen replied. 

Axel left the bathroom, and Meloni grabbed his pillow from the couch. "Come on, sweetheart. I'll make you a grilled cheese," Meloni smiled. She led Axel toward the door, and Axel glanced at Owen. 

Owen nodded. "Bye, Axe. Bye, Mom,” Owen waved. 

*

Meloni sat beside Axel on the couch, watching Fight Club. “Moms watch this kind of stuff?” Axel questioned. Meloni chuckled. 

“It’s my favorite movie… Axel, can I ask you a personal question?” Meloni whispered. Axel nodded. “Are you living any of the dreams that you had as a child?” 

Axel blew out a breath and took a sip of his tea. “Wow, Mel… Um… I don’t think I had any dreams. Wait… I wanted to—. No, it’s dumb—.” 

Meloni turned toward him and sat on her feet. “No, please tell me,” Meloni begged, “I won’t think it’s stupid.” 

“When I was little, my first foster parents used to set up blanket forts and make hot cocoa and eat cookies with their kids, but I—. I wasn’t one of their kids. I guess—. I wanted to borrow someone’s parents for a day. I wanted to be—. Be their real kid for a day,” Axel confessed. Meloni smiled. “See—.” 

“No, Axel. That isn’t stupid at all. We can do that. It’ll be fun. I want you to like me… Oh, Axel, I really want you to like me,” Meloni replied. Axel laughed without meaning to. “Will you let me try?” 

Axel nodded. “Okay, sure,” Axel replied. Meloni paused the movie and jumped over the back of the couch. 

“You won’t regret this! I promise,” Meloni half-exclaimed. She skipped to the kitchen. “Axel! Cookies, cake, pie, or brownies?” 

“What?” Axel asked.

“Cookiecakepieorbrownies?” Meloni asked. 

“Brownies?” Axel answered. Meloni squealed, and Axel smiled to himself. He waited for her. At least, Axel tried to. He dozed off and woke up to Meloni carrying a stack of quilts downstairs. “Mel? That’s not safe. Let me—.” 

“It’s alright… Does your head hurt?” Meloni questioned.

Axel shook his head. “I’m alright. Mel? How long have I been—? You changed the living room around… How’d you move the couch?” Axel questioned. 

“You’re a heavy sleeper… Have you ever built a blanket fort?” Meloni asked. Axel shook his head.

“Owen used to joke about how we couldn’t afford to live like kids. I remember when he let me stay over the first time… I was so scared of him. I thought he was like everyone else, waiting for an opportunity to hurt me. He’s not like anyone—. Well, he’s—. He’s like you,” Axel explained. His eyes widened, and he softened. “How do we do this whole fort thing?” 

Meloni grinned. “Okay,” Meloni deeply inhaled. She dropped the blankets and quilts on the couch. She explained how she did things, and Axel carefully listened. Without warning, Meloni stopped mid-sentence to touch Axel’s forehead and cheeks. “I want this to be home for you. I know you’re an adult, but I want you to feel safe and welcome here.” Axel nodded.

#the brother trap fic #fic #flashfam #Owen Mercer #Axel Walker #Thad Thawne #Bart Allen #Meloni Thawne #Deborah Morgna #Preston Lindsay #President Thaddeus Thawne Mention #Owen Mercer/Axel Walker #Thad Thawne/Deborah Morgna #PrestonBart #POV Third Person #College AU #Angst and Fluff #Family Dynamics #Family Issues #No Powers AU

[isfjmel-phleg]

Would love to pull Thad out of his story and show him how much the original readers loved him. There were so many letters to the editor asking for more of him, and the editor was clearly rooting for this too and then apparently the next writers took one look at this sad child whom everyone wanted a happy ending for and said "irredeemable sociopath it is then!" :/ .

Kevin D.: I am VERY interested in this Inertia character. He is exactly what Bart needs: a challenge. Inertia has studied Bart/Impulse and knows everything about him. He thinks through before he fights. He is Bart's exact opposite. Now, is it true that he's Bart's twin brother or did I read wrong? Is he a clone of Bart? If so, I hope we find out where he came from. It's about time this story jump-starts on the action.

Wil M.: Inertia's a good villain, both as a character and visually--love the green.

Michael B.: And when is Inertia coming back? Huh? Huh? I miss him already. I want to have a date so I can count down!

Zach: I hope Inertia, Flash, and some more Young Justice pals show up. Bart is great as a solo character, but he is at his comical best when he is teamed with another hero.

"The Obsolete Man": Inertia's gradual change of heart when he was surrounded by the love and caring of Bart's friends and family was a logical thing. And the look on Inertia's face when Max called him "Bart" right before they went into the Speed Force was classic...a look into Inertia's mind that shows us that he's probably going to go through with his original plans and kill Max after all.

Michael B. (again): Inertia, on the other hand, just realized how pointless his existence is. In those few issues, Thad was fleshed out as a character, and he is obviously not your typical villain. I hope it's not the last time we see him. There's so much more to explore with this character. Inertia's sudden comprehension of the relationship between Bart and Max was a great moment. It's quite rare when a comic book moves me, but I actually felt sad when Inertia realized that no one ever loved him, that he had been used as a tool for someone else's revenge.

Andy B.: What happened to Inertia when he ran into the Speed Force? Did he return to his lab or is he really gone for good? [Editor: I'm putting your questions on hold, 'cause I'm so proud of Todd [Dezago]'s skill at raising Inertia from an "evil twin" type of character to one with real substance that I'm not gonna say anything here that might spoil a chance of a "return."]

"Starmansgal": My favorite part was right after Bart asked Inertia if he'd ever felt that way about anyone, and he said, "Hasn't anyone ever felt that way about YOU?" Inertia looks at Bart as he's holding onto Max for dear life, and replies, "No..." I felt sad for Inertia, because he's never known ANY kind of love in his life, giving OR receiving. [Editor: You realize that all this is music to their ears, right? Whaddya say, Todd, you ready to bring Inertia back for a curtain cail?]

Sarah F.: The most outstanding quality in Max, though, was his willingness to offer even Inertia a chance for a new, better life. It's sad, in a way, that Inertia reacted to the discovery of his empty life with a suicidal plunge into the Speed Storm. No more second chances for him. [Editor: Don't count out Inertia so fast, Sarah. Now that we've seen the depths of what Inertia is capable of, maybe Todd Dezago can be convinced to find some way for him to return, somewhat changed and chastened for the experience. After all, why should he behave exactly the same way as he has in previous appearances? The good thing about our DC Universe is that even its villains can change and grow and adapt!]

"Havk": Inertia: Bart's only serious foe. In their first fight, he had Bart outsmarted and outplanned by a long shot. And even though he "lost," he managed to turn that into a win. Then, in his next appearance, he could very easily have defeated Bart and Max, but he stopped himself.

#comicsposting again #note that a couple of these readers are female! #most readers who wrote in were male #but this series seemed to have a more vocal female readership (at least later in its run) compared to similar series around the same time

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Hey! Saw your update and wish you are doing okay🥹 A little off track, but I am so excited to read your blogs on your trip! But please take your time tho Also saw that you would like to visit Seoul and it made me so happy as my fam’s from there 😭 If you do get to go soon, I’d love to hear what you thought of it. Not to give suggestions unasked, but I totally recommend Jeju-do if you can go while there. It’s gorgeous ❤️ And if I can ask, if you could recommend only one place a tourist should see in Italy, what would be your recommendation?

Not a spoiler but, what are you loving about HxH so far?? Literally was so so excited when I saw you post that 🤩

And did not mean for this to get so long, but if you would care to humor me, I have some headcanons/questions about both your Kidd story and OP in general pertaining to some characters 😅 Soo, here we go: 1. We saw Law ask Jean-Barte to join his crew at Sabaody, and so, do you think Kidd would ever allow an almost or ex-slave to join his nakama or would they be forever seen as weak to him for getting in that situation in the first place? 2. Thoughts on Buggy being a Yonko? And/or what you think he did to get it?? 3. Do you headcanon that Shanks may be evil as he has seemed kinda shady since meeting the Gorosei? Captive questions here! -mostly just wondering how you pictured or headcanoned specific scenes- 1. In the Dressrosa epilogue following birdie returning to the marines, when Kidd read the paper, was that scene supposed to show that Kidd assumed it was all pathological and not real; and confirmed to him she wasn’t going to try and come back? 2. When they were resting in the basement of the ship and Kidd says that he’d understand if she’d wanna leave, would he actually have let her go, if she wanted to in that moment; or more like empty kind of words? 3. So, Kidd did the right thing by letting her go at the end, but did he realize that this was once again taking away her choice if she wanted to stay? In a sense, just like taking her captive against her will, he also abandoned her against her will, and made this choice for her. Although I am curious to see where you are going with birdie’s unwillingness to make choices for herself. 4. Personally, both in your story and in canon, I don’t see Kidd as being very insecure, but do you think he’d ever wonder or worry that his behavior might push away either his nakama or birdie lest he ever go past their limits or make them hate him?

Sorry again for this complete word dump and I totally don’t mind if you decide you’d rather not engage. It’s a lot 😅 Also wanted to say thank you, as a looong time ago I submitted the question you answered concerning how Kidd would react to both birdie’s death to the fishmen and being executed, and Killer’s death. Meant to say thanks back then, but didn’t have much time to check. So, thanks a bunch! Also, do you prefer to have asks sent in as anons, or is it ok if we send in ones without ‘anon’ switched on? Thank you again, and I hope you are feeling better ❤️

You're from Korean origin? That is so cool! I'll definitely keep your suggestion in mind! I really hope I get to go there next year. 🤞

It's hard to recommend ONE Italian place to visit, Italy is such a diverse country, there are so many gorgeous things to see... I guess it depends how much time you got and what things you're into (nature? history? food? cultural vibes?). For a one-day trip, I would recommend something typical like Venice, Matera, Alberobello, Volterra... If instead you have like a week, I would suggest you focus on a region. My personal recommendation would be something like Cinque Terre (more or less the area where the Disney movie "Luca" is set), Tuscany or Sicily. These suggestions are for people who are mostly into sightseeing and landmarks, but there's a ton of stuff for nature, sport, foodie and festivals as well.

Also, never apologize for sending asks in, i always have a lot of fun with them and it's cool to see what you guys think about my stories. ♥️ It may take some time for me to get to longer asks, but I'll post them eventually.

You can send them in anon or with your name, I don't mind either way!

Now coming to your questions!

Hunter x Hunter

As a shōnen, it has something unique about it, and I think it's the unpredictability of the plot. You never know which direction the story may take, and it's amazing. It's a fantasy world, and yet many things feel extremely real. The lore is also amazing. There are also flaws of course, but they pale in front of the master crafting of certain arcs. I may make a post about it when I finish the anime/manga.

Kid and ex slaves

I do not see any problem with Kid accepting former slaves in his crew. Kid is no stranger to defeat and captivity, so why would he judge someone else as too weak for this reasons? He'd only do so for people who gave up. Even Killer was basically enslaved for a while, he followed Orochi's orders. Probably the whole crew was forced to work for Kaido. So I don't think this would pose a problem to join the KP.

Buggy as a Yonko

I love it. I have no idea what he did, it was probably an accident/misunderstanding that got out of control. I can't wait to find out.

Shanks

I don't think he's necessarily evil, but I think he's shady af. And he's not really a *good* person, he's 100% a pirate. Just because he liked Foosha Village and he got close to the people there (he probably had something going on with Makino), it doesn't mean that he can't be ruthless if needed. When Ace first met him, Shanks was hungover and quite threatening until he got to know he was dealing with Luffy's brother. He maimed Kid. He showed his fangs quite a bit to the Marines. (he possibly abandoned his adopted daughter?). There's also the possibility that he knew what Luffy's fruit was from the beginning and now he may... use Luffy in a way? I do not fully believe it, but I think we'll get something in this regard.

Kid reading about birdie re-joining the Marines

This scene with Kid just implies that there was a small, hidden part of him that hoped birdie would go back to him after he set her free. He would deny it, he tried to suffocate the little hope, but it was there. When he read that she was back with the Marines, he realized that she had chosen to move on with her life as it was before.

Was Kid going to let birdie go?

This is a difficult question. Kid's words were not empty promises, I feel he's not the kind of person who would do that. It's just that his ideas on the topic were very instable and they changed depending on his mood. There are a couple of moments in Captive were he really would have let birdie go if she wanted to (after the battle with Daifuku, or that night in the basement). But then the moments passed and he reverted to the possessive captor-prisoner dynamic. We see in canon that his moods and the situation can change Kid's course of action: in Wano he seems hellbent on being the one taking Kaido out, but then he willingly leaves the battle against him to deal with Big Mom. Similarly, at first he doesn't want to team up with Law, but then he's the one suggesting combining their awakening to defeat her. So it's not that he doesn't believe what he says, it's just that the heath of the moment is very prominent for Kid's actions.

Kid letting her go

Making the choice for her was kinda the whole point of letting birdie go at the end of Captive. Kid deemed she wasn't able to lucidly make a choice, any choice, and the only way to break their toxic dynamic was to set her free. According to Kid, she was so messed up she couldn't know what she truly felt/wanted. Sure, he could've sat down with her and talk, but he's Eustass Kid, that's not what he does (and, given their personalities, it wouldn't have worked anyway). So once the decision was taken, there was only one possible way to follow through.

Kid dreading pushing people away

I think he's not worried about his nakama leaving him in this sense. They know what they got into when choosing him as a captain. If they don't like it, they can leave. The core members that he trusts with his life have been with him for such a long time that they would have left already if they weren't good with him as he is.

Birdie is a different story though, because she didn't exactly choose to be with him at the beginning, and because she's not much of a nakama as she is a love interest. This is something new to Kid, and he doesn't quite know how to handle it. In a way, he tries to push her away, because a part of him is terrified. Then he goes back to her because he wants her. It doesn't help that birdie kinda does the same.

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