#finding family with the rogues that fought you

[mutable-manifestation]

Family at the Core

So I decided to continue the rogues-as-family-with-Danny once they realize he's a baby & flee to the DC universe/Gotham fic.

Parts 1 & 2

Info: AU where you gotta fight ecto with ecto - it’s the only thing that has any effect on them, and it’s part of the reason why the ghosts love Amity so much - aside from the whole “thinking danny was old ghost pretending at being human and openly challenging pretty much everyone by claiming a Living Realm haunt and then opening a stable portal in it” (from their perspective pre-’holy shit he’s baby’ realization) - Danny? Sam & Tucker with ecto weapons? Humans who can and will put up a challenge but won’t try to seriously harm them ala bastards like Pariah & the Guys In White? It’s practically the ideal ghostly vacation spot. 

The Fenton fam are the first to discover how to fight ghosts in their dimension, but DC didn’t have blood blossoms and made the deal w/Pariah before they figured out the ecto v ecto option

This is pre-ID reveals among the JL because it’s funnier. 

Disclaimer: idk how the police work I’m just rolling with what sounds probably like it’d be right.

***

Kitty and Johnny disappear before they can discuss a time for the police sweep, but Kitty <i>had</i> asked for Bruce’s number earlier in the conversation - “To set up that playdate once we’re more settled in” - after Bruce had mentioned the benefits of peer contact for children.

(The complete and utter disconnect from information about humans certainly lent credence to their claim of being ghosts - or at least not humans)  

She’d promised to give him a call once they got their phones set up. Hopefully that would be soon - they really needed to talk about the Lazarus Pit in the building before the kid fell in and died - assuming they truly weren’t aware of it prior to selecting the location. 

Perhaps Bruce could convince them to block it off? If they truly weren’t after the pit, he could ask about setting them up with a better place; make up some excuse about wanting the building for the company.

He makes contact with them and is left with more questions than answers; at least they know where they are now, despite the in-costume team's inability to track them as they left.

Constantine and Deadman arrive together <i>less</i> than an hour later, managing to arrive at the Batcave at the same time as Bruce’s group.

Constantine twirls an unlit cigarette between his fingers as the footage of the Joker incident plays.

It stops twirling when the lunch lady appears on the screen.

His lips form a grim line as he watches.

“Anyone ever told you you’re the unluckiest bastard this side ‘a the pond?” Constantine asks, turning to Batman once the first video concludes.

“No.” Is Batman’s humorless reply.

“Don’t leave us in suspense here, Conny,” Nightwing slides closer to lightly elbow him in the side. “Is Damian Wayne’s doppelganger the most haunted kid in America or what?”

Robin, for his part, crossed his arms and continued sulking - as he had been since Batman had read them in on the existence of JL Dark and verified that ghosts were indeed real.

“Most haunted kid this damn dimension, Bird boy,” Constantine answered, stowing his cigarette. “Those-” he gestures to the now-blank screen “-are Infinite Realms Ghosts. They aren’t like Deadman here, they’re about a million times worse.”

“Hey!” Deadman protests.

“They come from a place they call ‘The Infinite Realms’ - big shock there. Their kind haven’t been seen in this dimension for tens of thousands of years now; most people just think they’re myths by this point. I only even know about it because my thrice-damned house wouldn’t stop throwing a book on the subject at me until I read it a few years back.”

He puts the cigarette away in favor of crossing his arms.

“The Realms are said to be connected to every dimension there is, and legend has it that way back when we got a lot of visitors from their side. Had a lot of names - the era of chaos, the age of disaster, whatever you wanna call it. They treated this dimension like a plaything, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop them. 

Nothing worked - salt, holy symbols, the magics of the time, etc. Supposedly, someone even tried summoning a demon and watched the thing get hunted. Realms ghosts were leagues more powerful than any of the other known beings at the time and no one could find a way to fight them. The only reason they left was because some group made a deal with their king - no details on what the deal involved other than getting them to get lost.”

“So we are simply supposed to hope that their king isn’t too busy dealing with the infinitely many other dimensions they are apparently hooked up to to come get a few strays out of ours?” Robin questions icily.

“It means you’re simply supposed to give me a chance to do some more research - I only skimmed the one book to get the house off my back. What I read wasn’t promising, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t more useful information buried somewhere.” Constantine replies with an eyeroll. “For now, if they want to play house with some poor bastard? Wayne’s got enough kids to know how to give good enough advice they don’t accidentally kill him in the meantime. Infiltrate their playdates if you’re that worried. And look on the bright side! They took care of your clown problem. Now, you said you had two videos?”

“Yes,” Batman answers tightly, bringing up said second video. “We managed to get footage of their meeting with the Waynes.”

The second watching was far less eventful.

Until the very end, when Kitty and Bruce shake hands and Constantine lets loose a stream of curses.

“What? What’s wrong?” Red Robin demands.

“What’s wrong is that Brucie Wayne is dumber than a sack of damn bricks.” 

The batclan members make various coughing/strangled noises at this, save for Batman, who remains stoic. 

“Who the fuck meets a self-declared non-human entity and shakes on a deal.” Constantine drags an exasperated hand down his face. “Make sure Wayne knows his ass needs to buy them that building asap or Ghost Girl gets to make him dance to whatever tune she wants; break a deal with a dealmaker and they get controlling shares in your soul.”

“I see,” Batman says, “We’ll get in touch with him again after this; we need to discuss the police sweep of the Yuyan building anyway. If direct observation will help, he should be willing to bring you along as a civilian friend.”

Constantine looked at him like he had three heads.

“Not a chance in hell, Bats.”

He backs away from the table toward the cave’s Zeta tube.

“Oh! Oh, me! Pick me! I wanna meet the new ghosts!” Deadman shook his arms wildly, doing loops in the air.

“The visibility spell won’t last that long and we don’t know if their kind of ghost can see you without it. Also, we were in the middle of something. We already detoured. Let’s finish the job and then we can come back and play ghost party 2: yet another pain in my ass edition, yeah?” 

“Awwwwww,” Deadman slouched sadly before zipping into the tube with him.

“Great. Have fun, try to get along with the new neighbors, don’t shake any hands, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, yadda yadda, aaaaaand bye.”

And with that, they were gone. 

“Well that’s not ideal,” Nightwing mutters.

The meeting had at least answered one question.

Now for the other two dozen.

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Kitty wants to get this cop sweep over with as soon as possible.

The others are hesitant at first - or territorial, in Walker’s case - but a little fast-talking has him all for the idea. 

The chronic rule-follower had only taken to making his own rules because of the zone’s inherent chaos and lack of real, broader government. In Gotham there are rules pre-made to follow, to enforce. He eats it up.

He’ll be obsessed with being law-abiding once he’s done studying up, but Kitty had been headed towards a future in law before her own death. She was well aware that it would take him - even with the aid of an eidetic memory - a minimum of months to read enough to actually start enforcing anything. 

And until he’d read it all? Kitty was free to make him paranoid about missing a later subsection to create her own Walker-loopholes.

Once he’s on-side, he practically carries the argument for her. She only pipes up again to mention how “the baby would probably be a lot more comfortable with a stable, uncontested home.”

Walker does his own sweep of the building, opening cabinets and hidden passages and drawing attention to weapons and other hints of crimes-past and Kitty hovers over Technus’ shoulder as they hash out the details of how best to lure in the police.

The Box Ghost leads the others - except Ember, who ‘s on baby-watch at the pool - in packaging up everything they want to keep to be phased into the ground under the building.

Arguing took most of the time and it’s only the work of another two hours to have the entire building ready for the cops to peruse. 

In the end, they decide setting off a small bomb by the entrance is the easiest way to draw police attention - they’ll come investigate, when no one responds they’ll have to check it out, they’ll find the weapons and cult-like documents and murder records Walker had located sitting out in the open, et voila: wanted owners and building up for grabs.

They, of course, will be invisibly watching the whole thing.

Danny hasn’t left the pool since their arrival and they don’t want him to, so he stays there with Johnny on watch to make them both invisible if and when anyone enters that room.

It goes off without a hitch, and by 11 o’clock Kitty is flying to a nearby roof to call Bruce and remind him of his end of the bargain.

***

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[the-desilittle-bird]

AN- Another preference guys!!! Also, I have an angsty Daemon oneshot based on Tere Liye song in my drafts...

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

HOTD Preference

Being in an Arranged Marriage

Characters- Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Otto Hightower, Corlys Velaryon, Cregan Stark & Criston Cole

Warnings- Westrosi Shenanigans

Daemon 'Rogue Prince' Targaryen

You are an honorable lady of one of the Great Houses of Westeros. And after Lady Rhea Royce dies mysteriously, your father plotted to marry you into a marriage with the Rogue Prince.

You had met him a few times earlier, and you were less than impressed with his... antics.

You swore you would have ran if you weren't devoted to your father and his life's work in order to make a beautiful legacy for your family (sounds Lannister-ish).

You had controlled the urge to laugh during the entirety of the feast hosted to honour your betrothal with the prince.

Daemon's face resembled that of a pouty kid who was denied something he needed. While on the other hand, Viserys was gleaming with happiness as he congratulated the "beautiful pair".

The wedding was lavish, much to both your and your husband's dismay. And while you covered your dismay with grace; his remained bad.

He was partially dragged to the sept by his brother.

Marriage with him can go two ways.

Either you become another bronze bitch for him.

Or you impress him with your charms and he ends up being completely enamored by you.

If you try to reject his advances; he will never quit making them.

And when you accept his devotion, he will be the happiest man in Westeros.

Aemond 'One-Eyed' Targaryen

He marries you on his mother's demand.

Very formal and stoic. Will reward you with only a hand on your back in extreme situations.

Aegon teasing him about the upcoming bedding after your wedding.

Also offering you an opportunity to approach him if Aemond doesn't suffices you.

"My lady, you know where to find me if my brother can't suffice your womanly desires in bed."

You in reply, had smiled sarcastically and said, "it won't be required."

The boy's ego was wounded.

While Aemond was downright impressed by your courage.

It starts slow with him.

And takes a loooooong while before he shows you his left eye; bared of the eyepatch he wears.

You had a hard start; worse than that of possible.

But he starts seeing you as family after Helaena softens up with you and you spend time with his niece and nephew. Alicent also likes you.

He would never compliment you directly or profess his love in words. But his actions speak louder than anything else.

Otto 'Hand of the King' Hightower

You are his second wife. And not really a recipient of his love and care.

Purely political marriage with both your and his house benefiting in some way; all while you were being prepared to be a man's second wife.

You learnt quickly how you shall always been seen as a shadow of his wife. And you were actually happy with it.

Both of you shall perform your duties to one another, but that would be it.

No speaking until necessary.

His children not liking you at first; but once you start to open up with them, they come to tolerate your presence.

The first real conversation you two have is after you find Alicent crying in her room, reminiscing the happy family they used to be before her mother perished.

You had barged into his office, demanding to know when was the last time he spoke to his daughter.

And you fought for hours. Until you broke down into tears as your patience ran thin.

"YOU DO NOT CARE OF ANYONE AROUND YOU, BUT YOURSELF! Not Alicent, not your sons, not the king... not me."

He saw you in new light that day. Someone who was ready to fight for his family.

And he starts engaging you in conversations at feast.

And honestly, you like it. Being noticed by your husband who only saw you as a trophy before.

Corlys ‘Sea Snake’ Velaryon

Your father was the most important merchant in Essos; and you were his precious little daughter.

You met Corlys for the first time after his negotiations with your father.

When your father tells you that you shall be married to the Sea Snake to assure the new alliance’s birth and growth.

You were extremely angry. And hurt.

Your marriage to him was anything but modest; and took place in Driftmark.

You could feel the unease radiating off the lords and the King as they congratulated you and your new husband.

Unfortunate for you, your father skipped the part of him being a widower and having kids close to your age.

And you were furious. Very. Very. Furious.

You kicked and screamed; creating a scene behind the closed doors while your new family and your family was present.

Tensed with anger and disappointment burning deep in your chest, you find yourself roaming the beach as the sun raced towards the horizon.

You hadn't expected the man, your new husband, to come for you. But he did.

And you talked, deciding a few terms for easy marriage life.

Cregan 'Wolf of the North' Stark

You were from the West; betrothed to him after his first wife passes during childbirth, leaving him with a son, alone.

And so, your father decides that you should become his second wife and mother to his barely a year old son.

Your betrothal is officiated on letters. No formal meeting. No courting.

You were sent to the North before a fortnight from your wedding.

You arrived to be greeted by Sara Snow, since you cannot see Cregan before your wedding, as per traditions.

You have a wedding in the customs of North.

And then a smaller wedding with only close people around in the small Sept in Winterfell, where you are wedded in your traditions.

The feast following was loud and warm with wine flowing the cups and fire blazing in the backdrop.

When you were asked to share your first dance as a couple, your very first dance anyway; you hesitated as you accompanied him.

But everything went very very smoothly.

And then was the time of bedding ceremony. And Gods! Were you overjoyed when Cregan defended your honor and downright canceled the ceremony.

"Anyone who shall dare touch my bride shall spend his life without any further children. I and my wife are perfectly able to find our way to our chambers."

That night, there was no bedding. But you spent the time conversing while Rickon Stark slept against your bosom, peacefully.

Criston 'Kingmaker' Cole

Since he is the part of King's Guard, he can't marry anyone. But after he takes on the position of Hand of the King to King Aegon II and Prince Regent Aemond, that's a different story.

He arrives at your father's holdstead with a handwritten letter from the Queen Dowager Alicent, asking for your father's allegiance to the Greens.

But your father was no fool.

You were his eldest; first of the four sisters.

And so, he asks for a betrothal in exchange.

But with Aegon already married and Aemond betrothed to marry and Daeron too young for you, he asks Criston to marry you.

And with his undying loyalty to Alicent and Greens, he does.

The ceremony is small and not flashing, with only Aemond and your family present.

There was no feast. Just a close dinner between family.

You were scared... terrified actually.

But the Hand of the King reassured you that he will do nothing you don't wish for, and instead of consummating the marriage, he falls asleep; on the floor.

And you realize that maybe, he isn't as bad as you have heard of him.

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[disillusioneddanny]

The Savior, The Reaper, and The Champion

Today was a bad brain day. That was the first thing Danny had realized as he laid beside Tim and let the other man rest his head on Danny’s bicep. On the other side of the human, Conner laid down, wrapping his strong arm around the man’s waist and burying his face in between Tim’s shoulder blades. 

No one ever tells you that being a supervillain is so fucking hard. That there would be days where you struggled to even get out of bed. When they had each chosen this life, they knew it would be hard. That there would be days where they questioned if what they were doing really was for the greater good of the world–even if the Justice League didn’t see it that way. 

That was the biggest thing, Danny had mused. They weren’t really villains, not to anyone except for the Justice League and the eyes of the government. Most of the citizens in this world loved the duo.

“It’s okay, we’re here,” Danny whispered as Tim let out a sob. He ran his fingers through his hair as he and Conner held their little super genius close. Today was one of the harder days. It was the anniversary of the day Bruce Wayne had officially disowned Tim Drake. It was a bittersweet day considering how it had ended between them. On one hand, Tim had felt liberated, no longer under the thumb of Batman, the World’s Greatest Detective and Control Freak. But on the other hand, he had lost the only real father figure he had ever had. 

The day Tim had gone on his own, he had lost practically everyone. Danny wanted to hate Bruce for it, but it had also been the reason he had met Tim in the first place. It had been just five years ago now, the day that Tim had first summoned Danny. 

He pressed a kiss to Tim’s head as another sob wracked through his lithe frame and Conner’s arms tighten just a bit around Tim as the man buried his face in Danny’s chest. 

“We’re here, we love you,” Conner whispered in Tim’s ear, voice hushed, calming. 

They had met just a few days after Tim had gotten into a screaming match with Bruce–a fight that Conner and Danny still didn’t have all the details for. He had gone off on his own, determined to destroy the League of Assassins once and for all and to have Ra’s Al Ghul die by his hand. He had summoned the Ghost King to find out about the secrets of the Lazarus Waters. Upon learning about them and Ra’s, though, Danny had decided to help get rid of them for good. No one was meant to live forever, not the way Ra’s was doing it at least. It was easy to say that once Danny learned of how the assassin cult was using the corrupted ectoplasm, he was more than ready to help take them down.

Between the two of them, they had completely destroyed the League and Ra’s. Upon learning about it, Tim’s family had been horrified. Apparently they had been holding out hope that he wouldn’t go through with his plans, that he wouldn’t fall so far and fast from the pedestal he had once stood on as Red Robin. They had cut him off, decided that Tim had crossed a line and they were unwilling to forgive him for it. Surprisingly, the only one who had stayed in touch was Jason. 

“Family pariahs have to stick together,” he had said. It also hadn’t helped that Danny had managed to heal the pit rage inside of him and supplement it with a healthy ghost core. 

The others, though, had declared Tim a rogue for his actions. Dick had even gone as far as saying that Tim had hit supervillain status and was on the same level as Lex Luthor. Danny didn’t see it that way. In his opinion, all they had done was get rid of an organization that would never truly stop killing, no matter how many times Batman and co. fought them. 

“I just want to forget about it,” Tim whispered, his fingers bunched in Danny’s shirt. 

After they had destroyed the league, the couple had fallen in love, they had finally found someone who was at the same level. They were the perfect puzzle pieces for one another. And once Danny had felt close enough to Tim, he had told him his trauma, shared with him the pain he had never told another living soul. 

And Tim? Well he went out that very night and placed a few explosives in just the right spots. And they had done their jobs. The GIW and the Fentons would never harm Danny again. He had the vivisection scars to remind him of the pain that they had caused but he would never see them again. It was then that the young ghost king had decided that he would follow Tim to the ends of the earth, do whatever Tim wanted from him. 

He may have been the Ghost King but Tim was his monarch and he was prepared to worship him any time and any place, prepared to do whatever bidding he desired. And it was then that Savior and Reaper had made their names known far and wide. 

Tim had declared himself the savior, promising to destroy those that the Justice League were too cowardly to fight, and he had declared Danny his loyal right hand man, his knight to command, his reaper. 

The people saw them as heroes, finally doing what others wouldn’t. Everyone else saw them as supervllains. TIm liked to call themselves the necessary evils. Conner liked to say that they were just doing what the heroes were too cowardly to do. They were willing to darken their own souls if it meant saving others. 

They had run into Conner shortly after Reaper and Savior had killed the Joker and sent his soul to the Nightmare Realm where he would suffer for all of eternity. He had known Tim from his heroes days and knew that if anyone would help him, it would be Tim. Soon Savior, Reaper and their newest member,Champion, had made their move and Lex Luthor had become their newest target. For a man who had done so much damage, it had been laughable at how easy it was to kill him once and for all. Danny had made sure to give him a special place in the Nightmare Realms for the pain he had caused Conner.

The team had made a name for themselves, they hadn’t come up with a name but Danny had heard the whispers of stories and myths, of how others would reverently call them the world’s new furies. They had become gods of vengence. Tim had been likened to Alecto for being unceasing, Danny had been compared to Tisiphone for being avenging, and Conner had been dubbed Megaera for being grudging.

So they had taken it for themselves, the Furies of the New World they were called, or just Furies for short. 

“I know you do, baby,” Danny murmured. “But it’s a part of you, it’s who you are.”

“I miss them,” Tim said with a whimper, curling in on himself. Oh their fearless leader, Tim who had called himself Savior and swore to protect the world from injustice, who despite himself being powerless himself, kept two of the most powerful beings on tight leashes behind him, ready to unleash them into the world on his command. And yet he still was just so small, he trusted Danny and Conner so much that he allowed them to see through the facade, to force their way through the cracks and see the broken man he had become. 

Some say that you have to sell your soul to become a fighter for the people. Danny was pleased to say it wasn’t true, he saw Tim’s soul, saw his love to his bones and knew him better than anyone in the world.  

“I miss talking to Alfred, sparring with Bruce, late night Bat Burger with Dick–I miss my life. I just, was this all a mistake? Is Bruce right? Did we go too far in our mission? Did I lose my family for nothing?” Tim whispered, wracking his fingers through Danny’s hair, petting him slowly. The ghost nearly purred at his lover’s touch. 

“We can stop if you want,” Danny offered quietly. “I can get Clockwork to reset time, let us start all over, let you decide-”

“No,” Tim said sternly. “I don’t want to forget what we’ve done. We’ve helped too many people for that. I’m just being a baby,” he said softly, folding in on himself slightly. 

“We can have Danny take us to a completely different dimension,” Conner offered, his thumb rubbed along Tim’s hipbone. “We can make new lives, leave all of this behind. We’ll make you happy, Tim, happier than you can even imagine.”

“We’re still needed,” Tim said, squeezing his eyes shut tight. “We still have so much to make right, to fix. I just miss the life I had, it doesn’t mean I hate the new one. I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be,” Danny told him seriously, moving to rest his head on his hand and looked down at Tim. “We all have our days. Timmy, my parents cut me apart limb from limb and there are still days I miss them, where I miss the life I had before all of this. It’s how the world goes.”

“The two of you make life so much easier,” Tim whispered, looking between his two lovers, tears collected in the corners of his eyes. Conner swiped a thumb across both, wiping them away. “I’m glad I have both of you here with me, I feel less insane, less out of control.”

“You’re not insane or out of control,” Danny murmured before he pressed forward and kissed Tim’s pouty lips softly. 

“Yeah,” Conner murmured, pushing Tim’s shirt up slowly so that he could tweak a nipple softly. “You’re our fearless leader.”

“And we’re your strong henchmen,” Danny finished, and nipped at Tim’s nose, making his precious lover giggle.

“You aren’t henchmen, we’re partners,” Tim argued, glaring at both of them. Danny and Conner just grinned at one another before they looked at Tim. 

“Nope,” Conner said. “You’re the brains and we’re the brawn.”

“We’ll follow you anywhere,” Danny said reverently. “Why do you think I call you my Northstar?”

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[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 6/?

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Here, have some Batfam angst

Bruce

Crime Alley was mourning the loss of its hero. Bruce refused to believe Jason was dead.

Neither he nor his other children had been able to make any headway in their hero persona. In the end, Bruce went to Crime Alley undercover as a homeless man. No one had seen hide or hair of Red Hood in almost two months. Everyone thought that Red Hood had died; it never occurred to them that Jason might have left.

(He was alive; his son couldn’t be dead again. There hadn’t been a body.)

Bruce looked at the camera footage on the day of Jason’s disappearance. Unfortunately, there weren’t many cameras in Crime Alley, so he only occasionally caught glimpses of Jason’s red helmet.

(Why hadn’t he fought harder to add more cameras in Crime Alley? Bruce could’ve funded better security for the place. He had wanted to respect Jason’s wishes but look where that got him.)

“Hey, B, still looking at the footage? Found anything new?”

Bruce didn’t take his eyes off the monitors but answered Dick’s questions.

“No, nothing new.”

That was the frustrating part. Nothing new popped up, no matter how often Bruce looked at the footage. There had been no anomalies, no significant rogue attacks, and Jason hadn’t gotten into any fights with other drug dealers. The little footage he saw of Jason had him interacting with some of the women he protected or handing out bags to some of the kids. There was nothing that indicated that Jason was planning to leave.

(He left. He had to have left. His safe houses were full of dust and empty.)

“Bruce, maybe it’s time you stopped looking at the footage.”

Bruce paused the video and glared at his eldest. Dick put his hands up.

“I’m not saying let’s stop looking for him. I’m saying looking at the same thing over and over again isn’t going to help us find him.”

Bruce glared at the last clear video they had of Jason. He knew Dick was right, but he had no idea where to start. No one in the hero community knew Jason was alive again. Jason didn’t have any friends or allies outside of Crime Alley. The last time they had spoken, he had ended in a shouting match because Bruce had asked Jason if he knew anything about the disappearance of a child rapist over a year ago.

Bruce regretted many things in his life; not making things better with Jason was now at the top of his list.

“What do you suggest we do?”

“Maybe it’s time we brought in others to help us.”

Bruce frowned. He didn’t like bringing in other heroes regarding Gotham’s or his family’s affairs.

“Listen, I’m not saying we tell the whole hero community, but I can ask some team members to help. I’ll tell them to keep it to themselves. I know Roy would love to help when he finds out Jason is still alive. Kori can travel the world and maybe keep an eye out. Victor can hack into systems worldwide, and Raven can probably sense him. He has returned from the dead; that has to leave some signature.”

“Hmm,” Bruce thought about it before nodding. Dick gave him a quick smile and left the cave. Bruce picked up his phone and waited for the person to answer.

“Bruce, is everything okay?”

“Clark, I need to speak with you. Can we meet at the usual place?”

(Why hadn’t he reached out sooner?)

Tim

In another part of Gotham, Tim Drake was in his base of operation (fondly dubbed the Nest).

Instead of repeatedly looking at the same footage, Tim was trying to find if anything weird had happened in the city on the last day of Jason’s appearance in Crime Alley. Here were the facts.

Even though it had been late April, the weather had been unseasonably cold. While that could have been a coincidence, Tim doubted it. The weather started at 79 degrees F and ended in the low 20s. Mr. Freeze was still in Arkham, so he couldn’t have done it.

Fact two: his scanners had picked up weird readings he had never seen before. At the same time that the weather started dipping, the unknown readings had risen.

Fact three: the night of the anomaly, Jason had disappeared.

The three things had to be connected. Tim texted Barbara to run a test to see if she got the same results and also to see how long the anomaly lasted while he did the same. He was going to find Jason.

(His family depended on it.)

Dick

Dick hung up on Roy, his screams still echoing in his ears. To say that his team had been upset he had kept Jason’s resurrection a secret had been an understatement. Nobody had been as angry as Roy.

Dick understood where Roy was coming from.

(Bruce had kept secrets from him, and he knew how it felt.)

But he hadn’t wanted his little brother to be remembered differently now that he had strayed off the hero path. He deserved to be remembered as that sweet little boy who thought being Robin was magic.

It didn’t matter anymore. What mattered now was finding him, and if that meant being yelled at or reprimanded by his friends, well, as long as they found Jason, he could take anything his friends decided to dish out at him.

Damian

Damian frowned at the phone. His finger hovered over the call button. He noticed how Jason’s disappearance affected the family. Father was coming home with more bruises. Richard smiled less often, and they were more strained when he did. Timothy was sleeping less. (Though Damian didn’t care what the buffoon did, he just wanted to ensure Drake was firing on all cylinders when they went on patrols.) Alfred had stopped making witty remarks. He cooked, he cleaned, and he greeted them, but something was missing in the older man.

(Would they worry about Damian the same way if he disappeared? After all, father didn’t choose him; Damian was thrust upon him.)

Damian pressed the call button and waited for the answer.

“Mother, I need another favor.”

Alfred

Alfred stood outside Jason’s old room. He hadn’t entered to clean since Jason disappeared. Alfred knew he had to. After all, it was his job to keep the manor tidy and orderly.

His heart ached at the thought of entering Jason’s memorial.

(The suit downstairs was a memorial for Robin, one that Alfred despised; the room was Jason’s.)

Alfred took a deep breath and opened the door. He had a job to do. Besides, his wayward grandson deserved to come to a clean house.

Once more, I would like to remind people that I am open to suggestions and prompts for this fic. I don't have an overarching plot, I'm mostly focusing on Batfam angst, found family, and eventually, way, way, waaaay, down the line for reconciliation. So have fun suggesting

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[yourdeepestfathoms]

TADC Playing D&D

(ALL PLATONIC/FAMILIAL.)

Caine is the DM obviously

Pomni plays a Firbolg Warlock (but her Firbolg’s design is the one that looks like a cow. y’all know the one. it’s the only valid design for a Firbolg)

Jax plays a Tiefling Rogue (obviously)

Ragatha plays an Aasimar Cleric (also obviously)

Zooble plays a Changeling Barbarian

Gangle plays a Gnome Druid

Kinger plays a Warforged Artificer

And then Caine reveals the plot twist: it’s gonna be irl dnd, and they ACTUALLY PLAY their characters

They’ve got costumes and their character traits and everything! Like, Ragatha gets angel wings, Jax has horns, Pomni gets a tail (because, again, cow-like Firbolgs are the only right way to design Firbolgs, and you can pry that from my cold, dead hands)

The terrain also changes into the same terrain as wherever they adventure to

Antics ensue!

Zooble is the tank

And they can instill the fear of god upon man

But you know who else can be scary as fuck?

Ragatha

Have you ever fought a Forge Cleric before? Did you know those bitches can wear Heavy Armor?

Combat is WILD when they’re actually acting it out

Though, it can barely be considered “acting” because Caine has somehow made magic possible????

Kinger asks to make the most wild shit because he thinks it’s fun

Gangle once got downed, got to two (2) failed Death Saves, was brought back up, and then was IMMEDIATELY downed again

Pomni gets anxiety over even the most mundane of rolls

She was asked to roll Perception, and she was sweating buckets, afraid to fail and screw everything up, and it was literally just to find a nice bakery in the city they were at

Jax asks to pickpocket orphans

Ragatha: Pomni, why is your Strength a seven???

Pomni: i don’t want to talk about it

Her Unarmed Strike literally does zero (0) damage

She never uses her weapon ever

Only Eldritch Blast

She also uses other spells ofc, but Eldritch Blast is her go-to

“Doll Face, i’m down” “Pomni’s having a panic attack” “okay, and? i’m downed”

Jax and Ragatha have beef the Whole Time

“why did you think you could hide in an empty arena??” “because i’m a Rogue, and they have Advantage on hiding!” “IT IS AN EMPTY ARENA WITH NOTHING BUT SAND.” “I AM A ROGUE WITH ADVANTAGE TO HIDING.” “THE ARENA IS EMPTY. THERE IS NOWHERE TO HIDE.”

Despite being a Firbolg, which is considered a race of Giant, Pomni is STILL considered as a Small creature (due to her own height)

Because of this, she can ride every single other person in the party, as the Ride rules in dnd state that a willing creature at least one size larger than you and has appropriate anatomy can serve as a mount

This has started a “technique” the group has named “War Horsing”

In which Pomni sits on someone’s shoulders and spams Eldritch Blast non-stop while the other person wrecks house

(She usually sits on Zooble’s shoulders and Cure Wounds them whenever they take too much damage)

She’s also called the “cannon” of the group because she’ll sit on Zooble’s shoulders and use Fireball

Speaking of Fireball!

The gang once found Beads of Fireball, and Jax, wanting to be a boss bitch and show how much better than everyone he is by single-handedly killing this super hard boss they were fighting, thought that because he’s a Tiefling and Tieflings have Resistance to Fire Damage, he could easily survive a blast.

Anyway, he ended up taking 80d6 Fire Damage after he threw all ten (10) beads at once.

Even when the damage was halved, he still died instantly.

Ragatha considered if it was worth it to Revivify him.

Pomni uses Speech of Beast and Leaf to speak with plants, and the plants just cuss her out.

Zooble: can i roll to pick up Pomni by the ankles and swing her around as an improvised weapon?

Pomni: ?!?!?!

(Caine said yes)

(Zooble ended up doing five whole damage with Pomni’s body)

Caine once rolled 200d8 Bludgeoning damage because Kinger fell off a mountain (he was Revivified by Ragatha after)

“COUNTERSPELL THIS, B[@&$%]” -Zooble, right before decking an NPC straight through a wall

When fights get too hairy, Jax will Disengage and leave the party to fend for themselves

There was once this HORRIFIC chase scene the party had to try to survive

Zooble: *polymorphed into a mountain goat by Pomni, sprinting as fast as they can*

Gangle: *Wild Shaped into a mouse, desperately hanging onto Zooble’s fur*

Ragatha: *flying away while holding Pomni*

Pomni: *clinging to Ragatha like how a baby sloth would cling to its mother, shooting Eldritch Blast at the monster every turn in a desperate attempt to slow it down, screaming*

Jax: *already 200ft in front of the others because he ran off way before them*

Kinger: *wondering if it’s a good time to tell the others he has Longstrider prepared*

Jax got maimed by a Mimic because he couldn’t help but not loot a chest he found

He then proceeded to get maimed by ANOTHER MIMIC in the VERY NEXT ROOM because he also tried to loot that, too

Zooble: does a 22 hit? 😏

Caine: no

the entire party: 😟

Pomni got bitten by a werewolf and failed the Constitution saving throw, so she ended up becoming a werewolf. During her first transformation, she lost control after failing the saving throw and immediately started mauling Jax.

Everyone just kinda stopped and watched in awe for a moment before they realized they should probably help him.

“He needed the humbling” -Zooble

Kinger crafts Pomni a gun and gives it to her

Caine: so you all see the werewolf pull out a Tommy gun

The party had to fight this giant frog, and they all thought it would be a walk in the park, but then it swallowed Pomni, and the simple encounter turned into a fight for Pomni’s fucking life because Pomni was actively suffocating inside of it, and Jax wanted to blow up the frog with a magic grenade he had, despite Pomni being in there (he was well aware that she would also take damage), and Ragatha was trying to see if she could heal Pomni from inside the frog, and Gangle ended up Wild Shaping into another frog and begging it to let Pomni go.

Pomni was traumatized.

Caine: who’s done a good job at roleplaying recently?

Kinger: well, Pomni did have a panic attack

#sorry for most of them being about pomni she’s my favorite #and i’m extremely biased #anyway some of these are based on the campaigns i’m in #the amazing digital circus #tadc pomni #pomni #the amazing digital circus pomni #tadc ragatha #the amazing digital circus ragatha #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus jax #tadc kinger #the amazing digital circus kinger #tadc caine #the amazing digital circus caine #tadc gangle #the amazing digital circus gangle #tadc zooble #the amazing digital circus zooble #tadc headcanon

[writingsofwesteros]

Please do Daemon x niece reader:

she’s viserys and aemma youngest daughter. He left when she was only 7. Then he saw her at his wife’s funeral and he immediately fall for her since she’s the innocent sweet type (maybe he saw comforting his daughters). he manipulates viserys to let him marry her. Perhaps the usual wedding smut and him being obsessed with breeding her then some fluff that ends with her having sons etc..

(let’s pretend he had nothing with rhaenyra)

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

SLIGHT NSFW

Even as his eyes found Rhaenyra; Daemon couldn’t help but pass over the Princess for his true favourite. The service continued in his ear but he was hardly listening. How could he when you were just there. You stood as graciously as ever with your hands clasped behind your back. The black dress hugged your curves perfectly.

Those locks of yours tied in a bun with intricate braids. He wondered how long it was now. His fingers itched to touch it. You only looked ahead as the service continued. You could feel the tension rising as the words of the dead’s uncle carried on. You ducked your head as a familiar laugh reached your ears.

A soft frown of confusion came over you as you looked to the side. Your uncle in plain view and soon his eyes locked with your own. It had been so long since you had last seen him and for a moment; you couldn’t keep your eyes off Daemon. It was only when the grave fell into the water with a loud splash did you look away. Daemon’s smirk didn’t leave his face as he hummed to himself. It seems you were just as fixated on him. He’d keep that piece of information to himself as he slowly moved from the mourning party. Thankfully, his brother was far too ill now to follow him. The Prince only smirked at the ideas moving through his mind.

It seemed luck was on his side as he made his way towards Caraxes. Those eyes of his finding you stood in front of his dragon. His usual fierce dragon was near enough purring as you rested your head on him. “It seems he’s taken a liking to you.” Daemon called out as the wind moved over you both. A soft gasp escaped you as you heard the voice coming from behind. “Daemon..” You gently whispered out. “It’s been years, Princess.” He nearly purred as he slowly moved closer towards you. “It has.” You softly replied; a blush as ever moving over your cheeks as you watched him move closer.

“You have grown beautifully.” Daemon whispered with a soft smile tugging on his lips. Those eyes of his watching you blush. “Years passing by does that.” You whispered when he finally came to a stop in front of you. “Hm, they have been kind to you.” Daemon gently moved to stoke your cheek.

You fought against leaning into his touch but it didn’t last long as you nuzzled into him. “I have missed you.” He whispered to you. “Why haven’t you come back sooner?” You couldn’t help but ask.

Daemon couldn’t possibly tell you the truth. That he would have taken you with him and never returned. Now was the perfect opportunity as he thought of his brother’s weak state and had to conceal his growing smirk. “I was busy. I wanted everything to be perfect.” Daemon whispered without adding anymore to it.

~

It wasn’t hard for Daemon to whisper in his brother’s ear. “This way I will leave Rhaenyra alone. Forever.” He darkly promised. He knew his brother was quickly worsening and this was his only chance. Viserys was tired. The fractions between his family were only growing but if he could have Daemon on his side; he would do anything. 

And so he did. “Yes, you can marry her.” The words fell from Viserys’ mouth without thought and Daemon’s smirk only widened but he gently moved to embrace his brother. “You should rest now, brother.”

~

The wedding happened as soon as the family arrived back at the capitol. Daemon knew not to push it any closer. His wife had only just died and you were just too easy to pick up. The rogue Prince couldn’t help himself anymore. He had to have you. And so he did. Over and over again you were completely his.

“Daemon..” You moaned so prettily into his ear as he kept you close. Your soft breasts brushing against his muscled chest. His fingers moved through your locks as your lips so lovingly met each other. Soft moans continued to fall from your lips as he rocked; his cock moving deeper inside. 

His lips lovingly found yours as he began to nibble on your bottom lip. It was enough to have you gasping out. His tongue moved to dance with your own as your eyes locked onto his. Your fingers tracing down his back. “Good girl.” Daemon whispered down to you before deepening the kiss. 

His hips continued to slowly rock as he took his time. Your own stomach was already tightening in pleasure. Your wetness moving down his cock as he hit your soft spot again and again; taking your breath away. His smirk still in place as he nibbled on your plump, bottom lip. “Are you mine?” He purred.

“Always,” You whimpered. Your fingers moving into his hair once more and tugging him closer. Your legs are tightening around his waist. The sound of your wetness echoed around the room as you whined in pleasure. His hot mouth began to kiss down your chest as goosebumps littered your soft skin.

His tongue moved around your pebbled nipple as your soaked walls tightened around his cock. Your pleasure building. Your soft breasts bouncing as you rocked against him; chasing your climax. “Close, lovely girl?” Daemon purred into your ear as your eyes rolled back once more. His cock quickly moved against your spot.

“Yes, please…please..” You babbled out as the new sensation caught you. It wrapped tightly around your body. He hummed and roughly palmed your breasts as your orgasm finally ripped through you. Daemon smirked and bit into your neck as he finally released inside you as you quivered around him.

He’d have you bred in no time, the rogue Prince thought to himself as he slowly pushed inside you once more. Your nails moved down his back as you slowly came to your senses. Your heart is calming now. His lips found yours once more and pressed all his love into the act as you so sweetly giggled.

~

Only two years later and you had been gifted 2 sons already. Your husband beamed with pride as his hand moved onto your swollen stomach. It was your twin’s first name day and you couldn’t be happier. Your husband’s head rested on your shoulder as he watched the twins move around the garden. “Do you regret anything?” Daemon softly whispered into your ear as his fingers slowly moved through your locks. His hand moved to rest on your lower back now as you turned to look at him. “Of course not.” Your smile only widened as you lost yourself in his eyes. You moved to brush your noses together.

“How could I ever regret anything with you?” You whispered into his ear as you leaned to lovingly capture his lips. It seemed to be all Daemon had ever wanted to hear as his smile brightened and he hummed against your lips. The moment was broken as the boys collided with you both; giggles sounding out once more.

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[nutria--oscura]

The Oak family make me so mentally ill actually

Like, for starters, the generational trauma that cannot and will not be shaken off:

The very obvious first point is The Doodler. 'The Curse of The Doodler' passed down from generation to generation. Even after Lark and Sparrow release it, the curse still haunts them as the apocalypse they have to bear the blame for. Now Dood is walking amongst them, as a teen protected by the teens, and all Lark and Sparrow can do is look him in the eye (not even really). Lark wants to end this generational trauma by killing Dood but Normal wants to do it but helping it (parallel to what we see happen in s2 ep23 when they sit on the Throne).

The next obvious ones are the veganism (has been an Oaks thing since Hildy's grandmother, if not great-grandmother).

and the 'shoes on' household. Something Henry started due to always being barefoot in Oakvale cause of Barry's Rules. Something that is still instilled with Normal and Hero.

All of the Oaks have a dislike towards their kids/parents. Hildy hated Barry cause he abused her for so long and in the final years of her life he abandoned her in Oakvale and left her to die. Barry and Henry fought constantly, Barry creating more Oakvalians cause Henry would never have been good enough for him. Henry and Lark straight up just do not get along, especially after Henry took the Gauntlets of Ogre Power (which in Lark's eyes caused Walter to get injured and almost caused Sparrow to die), ESPECIALLY after Henry pulled to rogue card. Henry and Sparrow don't talk anymore which is something I will get into later on. Lark and Sparrow weren't even Henry's favourite kids, it was his pet bird Beanie. Honestly, I'm kind of scared to see what Henry and Birdie's relationship is like. Then we have Sparrow and Normal. Sparrow is open about being not being proud of Normal and wishing he was more 'normal'. Finally we have Sparrow and Hero. Sparrow probably isn't that proud or happy with Hero either since she just noped out of being the chosen one. (check out this post)

Another kinda obvious one, the (very strong) family resemblance. They all look so alike, so similar, of course they're going to be the least likely to change and break tradition. (post)

SPARROW AND HENRY NO LONGER TALKING - so many implications. Like, is it because of the shit Lark and Sparrow pulled with Hero? Cause he married a centrist (/j)? Was it because Sparrow (potentially) used the memory syringes on Rebecca to keep their marriage in tact(more in a bit)? Some other reason which we will later find out? Is it why Sparrow can no longer turn into a Love Wolf? Or the final straw as to why he can't?

SPARROW, REBECCA AND THE SYRINGES - So. In s2 ep18 when Normal asks Sparrow if Rebecca knew about all the Doodler stuff, Sparrow says "Your mom doesn't know… about what's going on." ... "that's kind of how we… stayed married." Later, we get to know, from Hero, that Rebecca did in fact know what was happening - that she was involved in what happened to Hero when she was younger, "mom and dad, just sort of looked at me as like, the golden child. They weren't like with me, they were like demanding things of me." So potentially, Lark and/or Sparrow used the syringes on Rebecca cause she threatened their marriage over what happen with Hero. (POST)

Speaking of Hero's childhood - Other than what happened very obviously traumatising her, "they showed me a glimpse of the Doodler for a second and I cried for 3 weeks straight," it also very heavily strained her relationship with Normal: "I feel like things have been choppy between us for a while" ... "It felt like I shouldn't befriend you, cause I knew at some point I'd have to like, sacrifice myself heroically and I didn't want to make you lose me in that way, so I felt like 'I should just keep him at arms length.' " It is suck a stark contrast and parallel to the (toxically) codependent relationship Lark and Sparrow have

HENRY - The fact that Henry is the last of the dads that is alive is so depressing and so expected. He has elf blood and is a high level druid, of course he's still alive. He is (most probably - we don't know the situation with Mercedes and Birdie) alone, all of his closest friends are dead, his sons don't talk to him and because of that he probably hasn't seen his grandchildren in ages either. If something happened to Mercedes and Birdie and Henry is truly alone, there are parallels with Hildy's final years (this post and the tags)

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[kimnamnu]

Deadly Kiss

Daemon Targaryen x Original Female Character

sumary: Daemon Targaryen loved the great things in life, but none was as loved as the Lady Aelnerys. 2.1k+ words

Chapter Two

"Marriages in the royal family are rarely for love. The need of an alliance is greater than the personal desires of those who are to be wed, for the crown always must come first. The Rogue Prince never seemed to care for his matrimonial duties, his first wedding to the Lady Rhea Royce of Runestone was enough proof of that. Therefore, it was widely believed that his second marriage was out of spite and all would be the same. But the world seemed to forget that the only thing the Prince loved more than defying his brother was to prove everyone wrong."

 -Archmaester Maeros in "Second Sons of the Realm: The Rogue Prince."

Gaahil Isles,  NarrowSea 

Second moon of the 111th year after the conquest.  

The gardens of Cyalbelle were beautiful and full of life. Old and majestic trees who's every leaf and scratch on it stunk had history. Fields of green grass and beautiful flowers who were purposely planted with the intention of creating the most beautiful scenery. 

Daemon passed through the rows of roses without any purpose in mind, stomping his feet at the soft ground while looking at everything and nothing. Even him, who couldn't care less for gardens, admitted that it was one of a kind. 

A fair maiden sat underneath one of the trees, her silvery hair shining in the sun light, almost like the halo of an angel, her hands folded at her front, resting on her lap.

He watched the woman, who appeared like she was posing to a painting, her body being hugged by the hues of green and blue of her gown, her chest moving with the soft breaths that she took. She looked otherworldly.

Calmly walking towards her, the Prince made sure his presence wasn't noticed until he wanted, by taking slowly and quiet steps. He wanted to appreciate her beauty while he could.

"My Lady Aelnerys."  The deep and rough voice took the young woman out of her stupor. Lifting her beautiful orbs from the grass beneath her, the green of her eyes meet with the indigo of his.

"My Prince Daemon." The Lady quickly got up, curtsying to him. Her long silvery hair cascading around her face.

The Rogue Prince offered one of his hands, who were swiftly taken by Aelnerys. Her soft hands who never need to handle more weigh than the whip of her dragon. Soft as that of a child. Differing to the prince's rough ones, from years of swordsmanship, scarred from the battles that he fought.

Gently kissing her fingers, his gaze never wavered from hers. Try as he might, Daemon knew that he could easily get lost in the deep sea of emotion that were reflected in the irises of her orbs.

"I wasn't expecting to see you at the gardens, my prince." Her voice was soft. Perhaps a little melancholy.

"It came to my attention that it would be a travesty if I didn't visit the famous gardens of Cyalbelle." The Prince looked around, as if trying to find something. "They told me that it was even prettier than HighGarden." His eyes drifted to her again. "Now it is clear why they would say such."

A blush crept towards Aelnerys cheeks, tainting them with a rose color who made her even more appeasing.

"It is an honor that you think so highly of our gardens, your grace."

"I know so, ñuha jorrāeliarza." He saw her eyes widening at the term of endearment. "Now, tell me, what is it that you do in your free time around this place?" He stepped closer.

"We are preparing for the harvest festival, my prince." Aelnerys put her hands on her back, clasping them together. "Will you stay until then?" Her brows clinked together when she frowned.

"Why, my lady, one would think that you are trying to send me away." The prince feigned a hurt expression. His palm laid on his chest. "And here I thought that my company was enjoyable." The small smirk and barely canceled mirth in his eyes proved that he was not offended as he pretend.

"It seems like you already know my plans, your grace, whatever could I do now?" The lady couldn't contain herself in pretending the intentions as he was doing. "Will you, my Prince, forgive me, such a poor lady?"

"I could." He took one more step, now standing right at her front. "The Prince could forgive the poor lady if she joined him in a walk at those beautiful gardens." His hand barely need to raise, so it could be at her reach.

"Shall I lead the way, then?"

"Please, ladies first." Her hands grasped his.

"You claimed Silverwind, didn't you?" After minutes of walking around the brushes of different flowers, the Prince seemed to have found something that they both had in common, beyond their ancestry.

"I did." A smile took place in her face. "She is my silvery lady." Oh, the irony. The prince thought. "I found her after losing all hope that my egg would hatch."

"Your brother's eggs hatched, did they not?"

"They did, your grace. Vinarr has Calatus and Maelerys has Umbra." She explained to the man. "Both are very beautiful beasts."

"Even more than yours?" He questioned.

"Silverwing will always be the better one in my eyes." she smiled. "You also have claimed one, do you not think him the most beautiful?" now it was her turn to question him.

"Caraxes is fearsome. He was already called blood wyrm before he was doomed by my uncle, your grandfather, Aemon."

"People say that, in battles, his screech would make the enemies run for their lives. Did it happen at the Stepstones, my prince?"

"Craghas Drahar and his men were cowards, my lady, he would hide in his caves every time Caraxes approached." The beautiful face of prince now held a snarl. "But in the end, the dragons prevailed, and he was slayed."

"The dragons always prevail, it is in our blood."

They made a stop to sit at one of the benches, it was craved out of stone with snakes and little flowers at it.

"Do you like to fly, Prince Daemon?" The lady rested her palms together, and turned her head to look ahead.

There was one fountain that could be seen around the courtyards. It, too, was craved of stone, making the body of a woman who looked as if it was trying to touch the sky.

"Flying is one of the things that I most enjoy. Do you like to fly, my lady?" The Prince turned his head from the sky, so he could gaze at the fair woman at his side. "I've heard something about races."

"My brothers and I like to race with the dragons, we fly around the isles, close to the sea, it is one of the best moments that there is." Aelnerys let out a soft sigh while in a wishful thinking. "But mother believes that I should spend some time on the ground. It scares her to think that maybe I would fly away."

"Would you, fly away to see the wonders of the known world? Lys is a lovely place this time of the year." The prince let his fingers travel to one strand of hair, who lose himself and got on her beautiful face. He played with it, while his eyes never leave her.

"I would like to. But I am a woman, highborn and unmarried. It is inappropriate." When looking at him, her cheeks were once again red.

"Didn't you say at the feast that us valyrians, shouldn't concern ourselves with the simple-minded westerosi lords? Why would you?"

"I care not for what they say of me, my prince. But I do care about how it could affect my family." She averted his intense gaze. "Perhaps the day that I wed, my husband will go with me. Didn't you took your late Lady Wife to fly?"

"A sheep riding a dragon? That would have been a sight indeed. But no riñītsos, I could never force Caraxes to carry such a terrible thing." (Little girl)

Daemon finally stopped his ministrations with her hair, placing it behind her ears. He once more took her hand and placed a kiss on her fingers.

"The hour grows late, and I believe that the maid with wide eyes is looking for you." And she was. Mira, one of Aelnerys maids, was standing still, close enough to see them, but not to hear. Her eyes widened even more after seeing the prince and her lady gaze at her.

"By your leave, your grace, I shall retire myself." She got up and offered a simple curtsy. Daemon nod his head, and she took it as a sing that she could leave.

Aelnerys was already walking to her maid, when once more heard the prince's voice. She turned her head to look at him again.

"My lady, you look enchanting in this dress, but I must say, you look as glorious as your house words when wearing purple." He smirked at her and then turned his back.

Aelnerys, who didn't know what to do, started to walk away once again, with a small smile on her face and tainted cheeks.

"My Lady, if it pleases you, we will draw your bath."

Aelnerys was sat on the chaise that was at her balcony, her fingers passed through her tresses while she observed the moon.

"Gather my riding leathers."

"I-what?" The maid was dumbfound.

"It is a beautiful night. I wish to fly." Without even turning to the maid, Aelnerys began to free herself from her gown, unlacing the back of her corset.

"The Lady Rhaena, she said you shouldn't flight at night, that it could be dangerous."

"I will be on a dragon, there are not many things that could hurt me." She ended taking her clothes, and finally looked at the maid. "My leathers, Mira."

"Of course." Mira quickly bowed her head and went to gather her lady riding clothes.

Dragons were warm.

Their flesh was made of fire. They were fire.

Silverwing was as calm as a dragon could be. In the moonlight, her pale silvery scales were glowing, as she almost purred by the caress of her rider hands.

"Ñuha litse tala." (My beautiful girl) Aelnerys softly murmured to the dragon.

"Truly beautiful."

Quickly turning, Aelnerys came to face with the rogue prince, who was also clothed in riding leathers. Silverwing was quick to kook at the newcomer, bringing her tail to shield her rider.

The prince raised his hands at the sight of the enraged dragon. "I mean no harm."

"My prince, you scared us." Aelnerys was still in the protective hold of Silverwing. "Whatever are you doing here?"

"The same as you. I've come to visit Caraxes, perhaps even fly for a while." He slowly approached the pair. "Would you care for company in the skies, dubāzma?" (Cousin)

Before an answer was given, the ground trembled, and coming from behind one of the hills was Caraxes slim form, looking even more scarily at night.

"He is truly a sight." Aelnerys was enchanted with the wyrm. Even the way he moved was different from the other dragons.

The prince was proud of his dragon, and he had every right to be.

"We would love to have company, my prince."

"Shall we? I must already say how deeply sorry I am."

"Whatever for?"

"We both know that Caraxes is faster, my lady. So I am terribly sorry if we end leaving you behind." He raised his brow at her. The dare was present in every word.

"I should remind you, that my silver lady is older than yours." She refused to be called slow on dragonback for it was where she thrived.

"That will only make her slower." Without waiting for her to say something more, Daemon got to Caraxes and started to raise himself to his saddle.

Turning and doing the same, Aelnerys gently patted Silverwing. "Soves, ñuha gēlion ragero, soves." (Fly, my silver friend, fly)

And as one, the dragons took flight, crossing the night sky, racing one another, while their riders had smiles on their faces.

Once again, Daemon and Aelnerys danced.

Through this time it was from the skies.

"It was said that the Lady Aelnerys spent more time on the skies than she did on the ground. Even before claiming her own dragon, she used to ask for her mother, Lady Rhaena, to take her riding with Vēzos. After her marriage with the Prince Daemon, they were often seen flying, no matter where they were. Their presence would be announced when people spotted white and red, together, in the skies."

-Archmaester Maeros in "Second Sons of the Realm: The Rogue Prince."

sthis is the true start of their relationship. I feel that the dragons will be truly involved, because it is the thing they most have in common, so it becomes natural for them to bond over it. hope you all enjoy it.

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#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x reader #hotd #house of the dragon #original character

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I've just finished Gotham Knights and I get that people aren't happy with the fucked ass haircuts but like, I do believe this is the most progressive and well written Jason Todd we've ever gotten in recent times. Even in recent comics. Like damn, bro goes to therapy, picked up his interests and hobbies again (e.g. the cooking and the reading and the shit talking) from his "Robin makes me Magic" days. Like yeah, he's still edgy, but he was murdered by a fucking Clown, he's allowed to be edgy. We got a Jason Todd that isn't diluted to "the angry black sheep character" archetype. He's healing, working on himself, his relationship with his family, and he's fighting his way (brutal and all strength and tact) to do what he stands for and what he believes is right. And his heart is just so big and full of compassion, but it doesnt blind him and make him wishful or naive. He's so well balanced in Gotham Knights. I hope this version of his character is written in future comics. I'm sick of DC writers making him this angry anti-hero who's only reasoning and purpose in life is to get back at Batman for failing him and so many others. Jason is allowed to be more than his trauma. Thank you Gotham Knights for seeing that.

I'm glad you enjoyed the game anon. I personally am not a fan, not because of Jason but because of the game itself. The dialogues felt stale, more reminiscent of tumblr "incorrect Batfam quotes" than the source material, and the NPCs felt dull compared to how full of life they were in the Arkham series (so much so I would hide in random spots just to hear them talking about the current game events, especially in AK). The most unforgivable bit to me was Tim not having ever fought the rogues because he's "young" - I've never seen anything more insulting and infantilizing for a character which already heavily suffers for being treated as the useless one, never allowed to participate in the game changing dynamics or to have meaningful arcs, and is relegated to being the cute little bisexual twink.

That being said it's a matter of taste, and Gotham Knights is surely a good game for those who prefer a wholesome loving family approach to these characters. Jason working on himself and going to therapy and having a good relationship with his "family" is surely what lots of people (especially in here) want to see. Me, I don't think any amount of therapy would help since therapy is based on shared human experiences and repetition of patterns, and Jason died and dug himself out of his own grave. That's not a trauma any therapist would have the means to help with. They indeed "diluted" the event in the game, changed the fact that Jason dug himself out of his own grave and was functionally braindead and homeless for two years, and made it so UTRH never happened in order for therapy to make any sense, because there is no reconciliation possible with a parent that slit your neck to save the person who broke all your bones with a crowbar and then murdered you.

It's kinda like when Wally went to therapy (canonically) after Barry's death. The therapist was a good one and he tried! But ultimately he didn't manage to make a real difference because Wally is the Flash, a super-powered creature with time bending powers who does things on the scale of absurdity, and who also happens to have had an extremely traumatic childhood and to have just lost the only person who ever loved him unconditionally. His problems have roots in reality but are out of the scope of any therapy method currently known to man.

And Jason is more than his trauma, but pretending his trauma doesn't inform his actions and can be solved with him "working on himself" is not an approach I hope they take in comics. I'd rather they went back to Jason doing things his way and protecting the people of Gotham in the only manner he finds helpful, because he experienced on his own skin (twice!) that Batman's methods don't work. I'd rather they allowed him to stop clashing with Bruce as main theme of his stories, and have his own plotlines in which he's in between a vigilante and a mafia lord (which they were doing with Dick by the way, before chickening out and have Slade bomb Bludhaven) with Bruce only as a cameo sometimes.

We have a high number of morally irrepressible characters who always do the right thing more or less. I'd like Jason to be something different, something darker, because there is a dramatic lack of grey characters and anti-heroes which were sanded down to either 100% bad guys or 100% good guys. I hate that, why can't we have nuanced choices and people struggling with the darkness they carry, why does everyone need to be a perfect "unproblematic" paragon of goodness who would never do anything wrong. We have A LOT of characters like that and I love them, I really do! But if everyone and their families are like that then it's really frickin boring!

Plus, I'd like the characters to actually struggle with their past traumas in a meaningful way, otherwise why even giving them those traumas to begin with. Give me Tim still grappling with how he couldn't save his father, give me Dick haunted by all the times he slipped and let go of the no killing rule in a way or another, give me Jason haunted by the tragedy of being abandoned by every person who was supposed to protect him and working from there to being the protector of everyone else.

That's what I hope DC would pick up and write about. I was never much for fluff and wholesome things unless it's in small amounts, I always preferred strife and complexity. But hey, I'm glad you enjoyed the game, at least one of us did!

#that game seems to have been made by tumblr for tumblr lol #the characters don't jave jagged edges they're all smoothed down to the most palatable version of themselves #I really disliked that #and sure the Arkham games have been made by dudebros for dudebros #but it's a batjokes fest which I always enjoy #and the dynamic of how Bruce reacts to the AK being Jason is more fatherly and loving than anything else ive ever seen between them #Bruce doesn't even need to forgive him because the moment he finds out that's his boy there's nothing to forgive #and every asshole thing he did with Tim and Barbara comes crashing down the moment he realizes this #he's not a Wholesome Tired Dad UwU he's someone who brought these kids to the frontlines of his war #and finally starts to see how wrong he's always been and realizes that actually he wants to cherish them and protect them #but alas it's too late they're soldiers now there's nothin he can do #Welp that was long #don't be offended anon we just like different things #my asks #jason todd

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For the Optimus is the sparkling of Unicron AU, do you think the team ever comes to trust Optimus again? Or do you think a mutiny may happen?

Using this as an excuse to build off the previous part here. More pain for my dearest Prime before he finally gets some comfort in the next part.

Exile

After being cast away from his team Optimus was deeply emotionally scarred and overall in a bad place mentally. But no matter what others thought of him, he was still the Prime, and even if he was stripped of his badge, he was an Autobot. There was still a war to win and Megatron still needed to be stopped. Optimus could not falter no matter how much he wanted to. As such after taking a few days to wallow and weep, Optimus managed to pull himself together enough to begin working.

He turned himself into his own mobile base through the use of his trailer. In it he placed his few belongings and set up a makeshift console to track his Autobots and anything else of interest. He couldn't get exact readings on his Autobots since he was locked out of most systems. But out of mercy or perhaps simply because they forgot, Optimus still had access to records pertaining to where groundbridges had been used. These he kept constant tabs on, and whenever a groundbridge signal would appear on his map, he flew into action.

He could not get to every battle in time, there were simply too many to reach and all were far and few between. But he figured out a pattern of sorts. He constantly kept on the move, sustaining himself with power from his father even as he ignored the increasingly guilty feeling god. Although even when sustained by his father's power, he still found himself needing to take in energon every now and then to function properly. He kept his frame held together enough to not be a walking torch, but power still showed through cracks in his plating when he was in root mode. Optimus moved from state to state, following signals and using his previous knowledge of patrols to keep an optic on his team from a distance. When he did arrive in time to fight, it was always a shock for the Autobots and a near instant win as with the power of his father flowing through him granted him power greater than Megatron.

He never stayed long. He got in, fought for his team to buy them time to do whatever it was they were attempting to achieve, and then got out before they could try and blast him to bits as well. He was technically a rogue neutral now, a kill on sight kind of target. And while he wanted to believe his Autobots wouldn't try and kill him, he also had never expected them to exile him. The idea that they might harm him was not off the table, no matter how much he hated the thought of his family turning against him. However even with the power of the chaos god flowing through him, Optimus still took damage. And as the weeks dragged on and Optimus moved from place to place in a never ending march, collecting wounds, scuffs, and cuts as he did so... he fell into disrepair.

His paint was chipped away and his plating was completely covered by mud, dust, dried energon, and all sorts of other things from his never ending tracking and the fact that he simply couldn't find anywhere safe enough to get a good wash in. At most he managed to take a dip in a lake every month or so when the fighting came to a lull or he finally got too irritated with his state. He ended up using an old brown tarp as a makeshift cover for his trailer after it got a huge hole blasted into it during a battle by accident. The tarp then ended up doubling as a cloak for Optimus since he didn't want it getting blown away should he leave it laying about while he fought. Not only that, but it served as reasonable camouflage, so Optimus came to like his rag-tag cloak after a while (although he liked it even more when he found he could use it to cover up the real state of his frame from the enemy).

The injuries he picked up were nearly always small, usually nothing more than a scuff or a dent, occasionally a cut but nothing out of the realms of Optimus's skill-set. But with time, the lackluster medical treatment and the odd slightly more serious injuries that came from battle began to add up. And no matter how Optimus tried to hide it an not seem weak as he fought for his Autobots, the team began to catch on.

The team were downright shocked when Optimus turned up to battle the first time. The Prime issued orders which were obeyed purely off instinct by the team, and then as soon as the enemy was driven back far enough for the team to complete their goal, Optimus took off running without another word. At the time they expected it to be a one off situation since the next time he turned up they made a big deal out of treating him as a neutral to try and keep him away. But no matter what they did, Optimus still managed to turn up like a haunted wraith at random times. Sometimes Optimus appeared on the battlefield like some sort of guardian angel, and other times he went weeks without making a peep.

The team tried to track him, but without his badge which held his previous tracker, all they could get were his vitals. They also tried to find out how he managed to track them down, eventually roping Rafael into assisting even as the child gave them dirty looks. At which point Rafael straight up lied to their faces and gave them false data, saying he "couldn't figure it out". The team, especially Ratchet knew this to be a lie, but they did not comment on it and opted to let Optimus do his thing. He was not their concern anymore, not while he was exiled.

Even knowing that Optimus was technically a neutral at best and an enemy at worst did not end up stopping the team from growing increasingly guilty and concerned as time passed and Optimus looked more and more ragged. The Prime began taking longer to turn up for fights, his plating was scuffed and cracked beyond belief, and more than once the team caught him shuffling off with a limp when the battle was done. It certainly didn't make them feel any better when Optimus got stabbed protecting them around six months into his exile and dragged himself away with one servo clutched to his wound, once again not looking back.

It got bad enough that Wheeljack considered possibly trying to use his ability to leave without warning to bring Optimus some supplies. He held no real ill will toward the Prime and hated watching the commander he had known and respected fall slowly because of poor maintenance. Ratchet also considered going out quietly to at least patch Optimus up, but ultimately guilt and fear won over and he didn't end up doing anything. Although quietly he did "accidentally" leave a set of patches on the battlefield near Optimus once. Unfortunately for his attempted kindness, the patches were returned to Arcee before Optimus took off again as usual. Arcee and Bulkhead briefly considered trying to do something as well, but gave up also in large part due to guilt. Bumblebee hated himself a little more every time he saw Optimus and noted his deteriorating state. Especially when the Prime's mental instability became more clear with his increased brutality and near obsessive need to fight for the Autobots just to get some sort of interaction.

As for the children? They tried and failed countless times to get out and speak to Optimus. They only succeeded once time and it ultimately ended with Optimus returning them to the team before they could even ask questions or really speak with him.

For months the exile continued, with Optimus growing more and more desperate for something, anything. He even began reaching back out to his father simply because he felt so very alone. It hurt more than anything to live like an outcast, and his frame's deterioration did nothing to make him feel like a Prime. Unicron did his best to try and help Optimus as much as he was able once his creation stated leaning on him again. But the chaos god's reassurance could only do so much for his child's rapid decline.

It was bound to happen. But seven months into his exile, Optimus finally broke down, unable to endure the solitude any longer.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #the sparkling of unicron au #optimus prime #angst #team prime #suffer #i swear this will be happier later #but for the sake of a cohesive plot take this angst #i know most of yall come here for fluff so sorry

[imasadboi]

Raise The Stakes

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CW: Blood, violence, stalking, kidnapping, death, vampirism, sex, blood drinking, drugging (with blood), ooc Leon, cutting (palm), (more to be added as series goes on).

Summary: Leon, a vampire turned against his will, believes he can get everything he lost through you. He will have you, not even your fiancé would deter him.

Word Count: 1,257

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Hi, this will be my first fully fledged series. I've been working hard on this for this past month and intend to do weekly uploads. (If not weekly, then bi-weekly!) I hope you enjoy and look forward to future chapters. And don't ask for pings, please. Simply follow my blog to get future updates.

That night still rings in his mind like discordant notes—the night he was turned. His gums ache and his hands clench into tight fists as the memory threatens to replay in detail. All it took for his family to be lost to the hands of Death was a rogue vampire, a spawn of the Devil. By the cruel hands of fate, he was spared and awoke to the grim sight of his mother’s throat torn to shreds and bloodied. His father had his head torn from his body, the bone sticking out from the gaping wound. His younger sister’s body was nowhere to be found—at first. It wasn’t even a short walk down the road until he saw the way that beast had torn his beloved sister’s dress apart before doing the same to her mortal flesh. He cried out in agony at what had befallen his poor family.

Worst of all, the scent of iron hung cloyingly in the air. His new hunger was made known to him in brutal fashion. His mind was befuddled, as both human and beastly instincts fought to dominate his actions. As his new instincts took over, his nails elongated almost painfully from the roots. His canines grew longer causing his gums to chafe from the rapid growth. Senses heightened and everything became too much at once; The thought to give in crossed his mind at that moment.

But the one thing that held him true despite his entire being changing; rage. Pure, unadulterated rage. Whether God had decided to show him mercy that night or not, it was due to this feeling that kept him tethered to his humanity. Even through unabating hunger and lines of drool slipping down his chin, he steadily buried each family member. As he sought to repair the wreckage of his family home, he noticed the silver chain that lay on the floor, its only pendant, a dainty cross. His fingers burned upon contact, before he ripped a piece of cloth from his already torn shirt and picked it up. He held it close to him for a moment before pocketing it. He wouldn’t rest until that vampire had paid for what he’d done.

Leon regains his bearings as he’s finally released from the memories of his past. From his palms, rivulets of blood flow freely. He quickly rids himself of his tight grip, nails no longer digging into soft flesh. He grimaces at how he’s let 100 years slip by without any progress. Sure, he’s hunted down other vampires yet the one he looks for never seems to be around. He shakes his head in frustration, his obsession beginning to crawl back into his mind like a decrepit parasite when a wave of nausea washes over him. Hunger. How long ago did he feed? He can’t recall. Time no longer ties him to this plane of existence. What would be the point in keeping track of the seasons, of the sun rising and falling when he can no longer feel its rays on his skin—skin that’s become paler with each passing day.

He grimaces how foreign his thoughts have become, how less human he’s become. But now’s not the time to be thinking of his ever fading humanity. He needs to eat. All he really needs is himself, so he gets up from the throne he’s sat on. He dusts off imaginary dirt from his lap and sets off to find yet another poor animal to claim as his victim. If there was one thing he’d swore never to do was feed on a human. 

Can’t really uphold that promise if I keep starving myself, he thinks. I wonder if it’ll be wolves or unsuspecting deer on the menu tonight. 

Finally out of the castle—one that was so graciously empty—his eyes linger onto the forest that lies ahead. Just as he’s about to take a step, he hears hushed voices. Part of him feels annoyed that someone’s decided trespassing was a suitable nighttime activity but his curiosity also gets the best of him. He makes his way towards the voices, keeping to the shadows. 

“We really shouldn’t be out here,” a voice says quietly, yet with the night so hushed, they might as well have been yelling. 

“We’ll be fine, you know you don’t have to be scared with me around, right?”

Leon hears the hesitance in the other’s voice just before they speak, “I know but there’s been more animal attacks as of lately. I don’t want anything bad to happen.”

“You have such an imagination, but that’s what I’ve always liked about you. I didn’t want us to miss this chance to be together with all the wedding planning that’s been going on. I’ve missed you. Missed us being alone together.”

Leon feels a pang of jealousy as his confliction has yet again robbed him of something so precious. Something he as a vampire will never get to have again. He moves to get a closer look at the couple before him when he carelessly steps on a layward branch. He holds his breath, more  out of habit than anything, as he quickly moves to obscure himself.

“Did you hear that?” The first voice asks.

“Hear what?” Leon hopes the second person might convince the both of them to continue with their walk but the first voice pipes in again.

“Is anybody there?” Leon decides to keep quiet, hoping they both lose interest.

“See, it was nothing, let’s just keep walking. We only have so much time before we have to head back.”

Leon listens to the pair of footsteps walk away but that ache in his chest doesn’t seem to go away.

Would it really be so bad to keep an eye on them? Leon deliberates as his feet follow after them, I just have to make sure they stay safe. He doesn’t know what he’s trying to convince himself of, the morality of stalking after a couple or if he’s really doing this with their best interest at heart. 

He follows them for some time, keeping a good few paces behind so as to not arouse suspicion. It’s only when they stop to settle down in the grass does he catch sight of them both. The first he sees is a man, dark-haired and brown-eyed. He’s got a smile on his face as he talks to his partner, you. 

The moon hangs high in the sky and perfectly illuminates your being to Leon. His eyes widen a fraction as he takes in your appearance. The smile you reflect back at your partner tugs at his heart. He can’t help but want it for himself. He’d do anything to have it all for himself. A feeling cements itself in his brain, he had everything he loved taken away from him in an instant. But you, he could have you, right? It doesn’t matter that you’re engaged to be married.

You would be his, no matter what it took. But acting too hastily is ill-advised, he knows capturing you had to be done with care and planning. And most of all, he had to make sure nothing and no one would get in his way, that included your so-called fiancé.

He memorizes your scent carried over to him by the wind. A slight shiver runs down his spine. He lingers to take one more glance at you before departing. He makes quick work of dinner and walks directly back to his abode. His dead heart beating in anticipation of what’s to come.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #yandere!leon kennedy #vampire leon kennedy #gender neutral reader

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Moments: Swanfire Week Day 2

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Prompt: Neal and Emma spend the night on the perfect hill for stargazing.

Summary: On Princess Emma's eighteenth birthday, the dashing rogue Baelfire shows her a place to relax after the celebratory ball.

Misthaven Kingdom was finally in an era of peace. No longer did they have to worry about Regina gathering followers to rise up against them. No longer did they have to worry about Emma being swayed by dark magic, with it threatening to swallow her whole. No longer did they have to worry about her younger siblings being kidnapped, threatening to be sacrificed because a witch wanted to go back and change the past.

No, now, the world was quiet and peaceful. Even the Dark Ones had finally been tamed, after a hard-fought battle between love and darkness. She never would have thought that Rumplestiltskin had a son, and that said son would be so forgiving after everything he’d told her about his childhood.

“Emma, come on, it’s time to get ready for the ball!” her mother called, and she groaned a little, rolling her eyes. As much as she liked attending balls, the process of getting ready for said balls could be… a lot, and rather annoying with everyone fluttering around her, making sure she was perfectly presentable, even though many of the invitees had seen her bloody and bruised on the battlefield during the war.

Oh well.

Snow White practically fluttered into the room, much like the birds she so loved to care for, followed by Emma’s personal stylist carrying the dress she’d picked out ages ago. 

She was eighteen now, and this ball was a birthday party doubled as her big debut to the eligible bachelors in the area. She wasn’t forced into a betrothal, thank goodness, but her parents wanted her to begin looking for suitors.

Ugh.

She sat comfortably in front of the mirror, hands folded in front of her as her mother set a small flower crown on top with a smile.

“No royal jewels tonight, mother?” Emma asked with a curious look. “With tonight being for me to find a husband I would have thought…”

Her mother shook her head. “I thought this would go better with your dress.”

Emma couldn’t deny that, and she smiled. “I’m glad we got here, and that Regina and Zelena aren’t issues for us anymore.”

“I am too. Now then, your father has a special gift to give to you. Come in, Charming.”

Her father entered then, dressed in a deep blue outfit and holding a small box in his hand. “Emma… you look beautiful. Are you ready for tonight?”

She nodded. “I get to celebrate my birthday. What could be better than that?”

He laughed a little. “Yeah, of course. I just wanted to give you one more gift before we go downstairs and greet our guests.”

Emma took the box into her hands and pulled it open, finding a small pendant inside. It was less spectacular than most of her jewelry, but she honestly loved that. It looked almost homemade or at the very least, not made by one of the royal jewelers.

“It’s beautiful, father… where did you get it?”

“It belonged to my mother. Your grandmother.”

Emma’s eyes widened. She knew her paternal grandmother had been killed by King George before she’d been born, but she didn’t know her father had kept this necklace. “I love it even more, knowing it belonged to her,” she said with a smile. “Mother, can you put it on me?”

Her mother nodded, carefully doing so. “You know, Emma, this pendant is enchanted by magic. If you hold it above your hand it’ll tell you the gender of your firstborn child.”

“Really?”

“I don’t know if that’s true. It was wrong for your mother,” her father replied as they left the room and started making their way to the staircase, where they were announced as the royal family and joined the party below.

Her mother rolled her eyes and shook her head as she leaned to whisper in Emma’s ear. “It was right, I just let him think it was wrong. North to south is a boy, east to west for a girl.”

Emma concealed a giggle behind her hand as the family was finally introduced to the rest of the hall.

Emma took a deep breath and tried to put on a brave face as she danced with one potential suitor after another. Prince Philip the Second, Prince Ali of Agrabah, Prince Jack of Tintagel… all of them were nice, she supposed, but she just wasn’t sure. So, once dinner was over and the dancing wore on, Emma stepped outside for some fresh air.

“I’m surprised to see the birthday girl out here all by herself,” a voice said.

She looked over in surprise. “Bae! I was wondering if you were here!”

Bae stepped out from behind a statue. “Of course I’m here. I couldn’t let you celebrate your birthday without me, right?” he teased with a grin. “Papa and Belle are here too, with Gideon. Don’t worry, you won’t have to worry about being set up with him, he’s too young.”

Emma laughed. “Yeah, I know. He’s only five. Eva though…”

Neal threw his head back and laughed as well. “So why is the birthday girl all alone? One of your suitors couldn’t keep you company?”

“I don’t want them to, ugh. And they aren’t suitors… just potential suitors,” she replied with a frown. “I just needed some space to breathe, that’s all.”

He hummed. “Ah, I see. And the ball’s still going for a few hours, right?”

Emma nodded.

“I think I can help you. I know a great place to watch the stars. Once the ball is over, meet me outside the palace gates and I’ll take you there.”

Emma could only grin. “It better be worth it.”

“Oh, trust me, it will be.”

She grinned, and felt her heart skip a beat, anticipation rising in her, but renewed with energy to see the ball through so she could see what he meant.

When the ball concluded, Emma sneaked through the servant’s quarters - an old trick she’d learned long ago as a way to sneak through the castle to avoid her parents, and made her way outside, cloaked and dressed in riding gear. Baelfire met her outside the gates as he said, with his horse, and she climbed on behind him, before they galloped away, to a large hill overlooking Mishaven’s largest village of Grimsund.

The stars were bright and clear, the only trees were behind them, the rest of the hill full of tall wildflowers and grasses.

“Oh wow…” she whispered. “What a beautiful area. How did you even find this place?”

Bae laid out a blanket on the ground, taking a seat on it and staring out at the stars above them. “This was the area where I grew up, before your ancestor’s managed to take it over from the corrupt officials. It’s the only thing that hasn’t changed in three-hundred years.”

Emma took a seat next to him. “Oh, wow… so you probably come here a lot, huh?”

“I used to, when I first came back from the Land Without Magic. It was the only place that felt familiar enough,” he said with a frown. “But now I think I’m getting used to all the changes that have happened.”

“I’m glad,” she said with a smile. “What was it like? The Land Without Magic?”

He smiled a little. “It was… amazing. There was a giant sundial - no, wait, Wendy called it a clock - there to help the whole city tell time. And there were so many people, not like in these little villages too. The clothes were a little more comfortable too, honestly. And so were the people there.” He had a faraway look in his eye that made her a little sad.

“That’s good, I suppose.”

“Yeah, it was good,” he agreed. “So where’d you get that necklace? It’s enchanted, isn’t it?”

Emma blinked in surprise, one hand coming up to grasp the pendant. “Father gave it to me for my birthday. It was my grandmother’s. How’d you guess it was enchanted?”

“Papa taught me to sense enchanted objects,” he said with a shrug. “What’s it do?”

“It tells you the sex of your firstborn child.”

“Did you do it?”

Emma snorted. “Of course not! I’m not thinking of having a kid yet!”

He wrapped an arm around her, and she almost instinctively leaned into him. “Yea, of course not. You only just started getting suitors after all. Did you find your one true love tonight?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. No, not out of the guys that were there tonight, I don’t think,” she sighed, looking up at the sky.

“You don’t think?” he asked with a raised brow.

Emma shrugged. “I like spending time with you, y’know?”

He grinned down at her. “I like spending time with you too. But are you sure it’s a good idea for you to catch feelings for me? I mean, I’m not a prince.”

“That didn’t stop my mom,” she said with a smirk.

He leaned closer, lips brushing against hers. “Mm, that’s very true.” 

And with that, he swept her into a kiss, under Misthaven’s starlit sky.

#sfweek2023 #swanfire #emma swan #neal cassidy #ouat #once upon a time #fanfiction

[jedidryad]

WIP Wednesday: Part 3 Snippet

So, it's going to be awhile before Part 3 of Mara's memoir is anywhere near complete. She disappears from canon for a lot of the time period in question. She does, however, have a somewhat uneven presence in Children of the Jedi, particularly at the end where she has it confirmed once and for all that she was not the only Emperor's Hand (and she is particularly upset to find out who else held the title), helps rescue Luke from the Eye of Palpatine (and is introduced to Callista), and helps Han and Leia track down the smugglers that Irek Ismaren practiced his drug induced "brain twisting" on.

All in all, it's a lot of hits for Mara to take in a short period and I tend to refer to this section as "Mara Jade and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day" - all credit to Judith Viorst.

Here is an excerpt from that day, right after she finds yet another one of Irek's victims and it becomes a bit much:

“Mara?”

The voice was Leia’s, concerned. I could feel myself blink. It was as though I’d returned from somewhere else. Great, now I was blacking out.

She knelt next to me and laid a tentative hand on my shoulder. I fought the instinctive urge to shrug it off and race for the nearest exit.

“Did you know him?” she asked quietly.

I nodded. It was all I could manage at that moment. I realized I was still kneeling next to the stunned smuggler. His mask of unconsciousness was suddenly overlaid with the grinning middle aged rogue who regaled the cantina with his tall tales of getting foodstuffs past Imperial checkpoints, and then I could see how he’d looked in the moment before I’d shot him: skeletal, leathery skin pulled tight across his skull, rage and gnawing hunger on his face. He’d been a husk, hollowed out by Palpatine’s gleeful mind mangling.

No, not Palpatine. He was dead. It had been Irek Ismaren who had done this.

The images cycled again and I felt my stomach turn. I turned and heaved my last meal onto the ground.

“Let’s get you some water.”

Leia helped me to my feet and led me into a little side room. Suddenly there was a cup of water in front of my face. I reached out but my hands were shaking and my vision was blurring.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting down again and she was telling me to breathe.

This did not bode well for my mental stability.

“It’s okay, Mara. You’re with friends.”

My hands steadied and I took the water.

“Kriff, you sound like your brother sometimes,” I muttered.

She chuckled and sighed with obvious relief. 

“I’m not sure why. We didn’t grow up together.”

“Chalk one up for nature over nurture then I guess.” I answered, taking another sip of my water. My stomach seemed to be under control again. Embarrassment and shame were starting up though.

“Finding out we were family was one of very few bright spots in a great deal of darkness.”

I nodded. Skywalker always glowed a bit brighter when his sister was around.

Friends, right.

I clutched the cup in my hands almost tightly enough to leave an indent.

“That could have been me out there.”

Leia nodded.

“The reason it wasn’t… I don’t know...” I trailed off.

We were the same, those husks and I. I’d always thought I was different from the others. I’d thought that if I’d followed his orders closely enough, excelled enough, proven myself, I’d avoid the fate of his victims who were too slow or too evil or too stupid… or in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But we were all the same. We were all his pawns. No one of us better than the other.

“In many ways that was you.” Leia’s voice was quiet.

I felt myself swing around to meet her gaze and I felt her startle a bit at whatever she was seeing in my eyes.

“Sorry, I thought you’d appreciate the blunt honesty. I mean that Palpatine’s last command did make you a little mad for awhile there. We all watched you feel it and fight it. Your ability to not give in was pretty impressive. Maybe there’s something that can be done for these guys too.”

“Maybe,” I nodded quietly. I didn’t feel like getting into the fact that sometimes I figured the only thing that got rid of his voice was taking down a spare Skywalker. If that hadn’t happened, I’d probably still be haunted.

Oh Kriff that, I was still haunted. Everything about the first 20 odd years of my life floated around in my brain, ready to flare to life at any given moment and wreck things for me. Sometimes when the hits kept coming like they seemed to be today, I had trouble imagining they would ever stop. 

I nodded and took another sip of my water.

“Rough day.” I said.

Leia burst into laughter. She leaned back against the wall next to me and I realized that despite her regal bearing, she was pretty dishevelled looking. There were dirt stains and singing from poorly aimed blaster bolts on her dress. Hair was escaping her braids at every opportunity.

She had been drugged and chased through hanging gardens, rescued her brother from an exploding dreadnought, and scoured the tunnels that had held her captive for other victims,  and it wasn’t even dinner time.

I wasn’t the only one who was probably seeing awful things when I closed my eyes. 

And the laughter was infectious. Slowly I began to crack up as well.

It felt good to laugh. It felt strange to sit there and laugh with someone else who hurt too. 

#epic!bio #part 3 #mara jade apologist #mara jade #leia organa #Emperor's hand thoughts #Children of the Jedi #Irek Ismaren

[chayscribbles]

EDIT: holy shit okay those slots filled up WAY faster than anticipated so i'm gonna be closing this now 😅 but don't worry, there are still two more books in this series (and potentially other wips) i'll need beta readers for! (note to self: make an application process next time.)

ANDROMEDA ROGUE ☆ beta reader call!

bonjour hi! having finally finished the second draft of this novel, i have reached the point where i might self-implode if i look at it any longer by myself and need a fresh set of eyes and brains to help me out. which means it is time to summon the beta readers!

☆ WHAT IN THE GALAXY IS ANDROMEDA ROGUE?

Andromeda Rogue is the first book in a planned queer, new adult space fantasy trilogy that i have been working on for way too long and want to self-publish... eventually. here's the summary:

Over twenty years after an interplanetary war fought over a plant with extraordinary properties–used both for healing and destruction–ended with the signing of the Neo-Interplanetary Alliance Treaty, six planet nations live in relative peace under the supervision of the Alliance Council. On the planet of Sayntagnesia, a brilliant young aspiring xenobotanist, Petra, snags her very first gig with the Alliance-sponsored Interplanetary Environmental Research Association: leading a small expedition to the less explored corners of the sector to search for a special plant. However, she finds herself at the head of a mismatched, unqualified team, with down-on-his-luck criminal Finneas reluctantly serving as the pilot; the rebellious daughter of an Alliance councilor, Azami; and Petra’s own clingy younger sibling Valyan stepping in as a last minute replacement. As Petra struggles to make the best of what she is given and fulfill her duties to the IERA, it soon becomes clear that there may be more to this expedition than simple research, and she, as well as the rest of the team, must set aside differences and personal convictions to get to the truth–and stop a growing threat to the Alliance’s era of peace.

you can find out more about it in the intro post here!

☆ OTHER FUN STUFF YOU SHOULD KNOW:

word count: 85.7K, or about a 200-page google document

deadline: August 4th 2023 at midnight EST (but if anything comes up and you need a few extra days or think you might not be able to commit after all, just let me know in advance, i promise i won’t be mad!)

trigger warnings: mentions of war, mentions of death, some mild violence and use of weapons, brief allusions to/mentions of drugs and sex (but nothing explicit), some pretty shitty familial relationships (particularly from a father and a brother), anxiety attacks

if you're interested, DM me! i will send you a link to the draft in a google document that you can litter with comments to your heart's desire. there is also a google form where you can send me general feedback.

at the moment i am mostly looking for feedback on plot, characters, pacing, and worldbuilding, but i'm open to comments about style, syntax, and grammar, so keep that in mind as you read.

i'm aiming for about 10 readers! first come first served (and a few people have already showed interest) so get a spot while they're hot!

☆ TAGLISTS:

general taglist:

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[grimfutureau]

Grim Future AU: a breakdown

because they are all so horribly sad.

Just kidding, sort of. ANYWAY here is a long-awaited rundown of our Grim Future au! You can find the completed fic, titled Terrible Things here :)

Just as a precursor, for this universe we have combined bits of the manga into the anime, the latter of which we are much more familiar with. 

The AU starts roughly 10 years after the events of Soul Eater. During these ten years, Liz and Patty, and Maka had passed away in two separate accidents. Sometime in between, Black Star and Tsubaki vanished from Death City, and have not been seen since. Nobody knows why they left or if they are coming back. That left just Kid and Soul in the city, picking up the shards of their life into some shabby semblance of normal. The immortal and the Death Scythe. And Maia, who is the last bit of Maka Soul has left.

As I said, Kid and Soul have managed to build a new sense of normal that works, despite everything. They’re still hurting but at least they can pretend everything’s okay, and focus on making sure Maia is happy. Everything is great until a pair of someones decide to finally come home.

For anyone who wants a deeper look at what goes on in the story instead of/before reading the fic, I’m going to keep on explaining. So, vague spoilers under the cut.

The main plot kicks off when Tsubaki drags convinces Black Star to go back to Death City, seeking their old friends’ help to hunt down a rogue, unusually powerful witch covertly wreaking havoc on the countryside. 

The story follows a couple of plots:

Kid, Black Star, Tsubaki, and Soul are all trying to locate and confront the witch, but are repeatedly struck down because, as I said, she is abnormally powerful. She also seems to have a bit of a history with Black Star.

Maia, recently enrolled in the DWMA is getting more and more restless, wanting to follow in Maka’s footsteps to be the best meister in the academy. But there are things about herself that she needs to be careful with. Her story focuses on a balance between her ambition and wellbeing, fighting for her sense of self.

Meanwhile, Black Star and Tsubaki are grappling with the consequences of their past.

While Kid tries to figure out what happened to Black Star, Black Star is trying to get Kid to confront his past and his emotions, since Kid has spent more than 10 years shutting out his humanity, and, with it, the people he loves. There is lasting tension from the last time they fought spoke to each other.

Soul is, above all else, trying to keep Maia safe. Between the witch’s cryptic plans, Black Star’s mentorship, and Maia’s raging ambition, AND the temperamental teenager Wes suddenly dumped on him, he’s got his work cut out for him.

Amelia (the aforementioned temperamental teenager) has mostly just been thrown into the whirlwind of drama in Gallows Manor, but she grows a lot as she befriends Maia and accepts her heritage, finding a family along the way.

I think that’s everything. The point of this blog is to expand on the ideas presented in the fic. We are constantly adding to this AU and have so many ideas and little details that surpass the boundaries of the fic: what happened before Terrible Things? What about after? Where the hell is Crona? What exactly is Azrael? What can Amelia and Maia really do? Plus a growing cast of characters that didn’t make the fic. It’s all just for fun, plus this blog helps us document ideas (as if we don’t have a nearly 200 page doc of stuff).

Feel free to ask questions!

#se grim future au #se terrible things au

[a-world-in-grey]

Ok, last one, I think (I could be wrong (: )

Sola and Thrown to the Wolves au. Specifically, the version where Regis never goes to Galahd, so all he knows is what Mors told him before he died and whatever he found in the archives.

Now please take a moment to imagine all the potential angst that comes from the fact that Regis' first baby is under Adagium's Curse. (Whatever that's supposed to mean, because the royal archives are surprisingly silent on the topic.) His tiny teeny baby girl who was born premature and who fought for her life so fiercely is supposed to be a monster in human skin.

I don't think Regis would ever abandon her, he's not called the Father for nothing. But he's certainly not going to have a good time in this verse. +Sola's less-than-human instincts would probably make things even worse.)

I'm always up for asks if you've got more! (they make for a great breather from studying for finals)

You are right. This is so angsty. >:)

Regis' heart breaks when he puts his little Sunshine through the ritual, when instead of needing the potion held in a white-knuckled grip, Sola's skin slowly knits back together under the faint glow of golden magic. But even as he holds his wailing daughter close, wiping away blood to reveal skin unmarred by so much as a scar, Regis knows he cannot abandon his daughter here. Adagium's Curse or no, Sola is a child. His child.

Regis leaves the broken shards of a potion and doesn't look back.

And the Vitae watching from the shadows wonder.

In this 'verse, Sola grows up having to hide her golden magic. This is not the time of the Rogue or the Wanderer, technology is everywhere and Regis cannot risk Sola living beyond the Wall with the war in an uneasy ceasefire.

The court believes Sola without magic, and rumors abound of Sola not being Regis' daughter at all. Sola looks so like her mother, but she acts much like Cor, and it doesn't take long for the gossips to speculate that Cor and Aulea were having an affair behind Regis' back.

No one in the royal family is amused.

Even after a paternity test is provided to shut up the worst of the gossips, the court pushes against Sola as Regis' heir. Surely the Ring will not accept one without magic, they argue. And for all Regis tries to shelter Sola from the court, he cannot stop everything from reaching the ears of his sharp little girl.

When Sola, all of five years old, tells him that she refuses to be Queen, Regis' heart breaks all over again.

None of the adults tell Sola the truth of her golden magic. They tell her that she cannot use it because it will hurt her and those around her, but they do not tell her about Adagium's Curse. Regis and Aulea hope, that with love and care, their bright and fierce Sun will not grow up to be the monster described in faded legends.

Oh, they see her less than human instincts. Watching Sola so closely, they'd have to be blind to miss them. They worry, because they think this the grain of truth to the legend, a manifestation of the Curse.

And yet... Sola isn't malicious. She's fiercely protective to the point of bordering on possessiveness, more inclined to attack first and ask questions later if she perceives a threat to Hers. But Sola doesn't attack anyone who doesn't attack or threaten her or hers first. She never subjects anyone to abject cruelty. If Regis hadn't seen Adagium's Curse first hand, he'd think Sola simply too similar in temperament to Cor.

Then Sola tears out a man's throat with her teeth.

In the aftermath, Sola's fairly certain she wasn't supposed to overhear Regis, Clarus, and Cor talking in Papa's office. But she does, and she overhears 'Curse' and 'not-human', and Sola's already heard more than a few people referring to her as a monster these past few days to realize that Papa and her uncles are talking about her.

Sola sneaks around the library looking for anything she can on curses, dodging suspicion from her papa and uncles by insisting that she's more than old enough to find her own books. One of the librarians, a woman with really cool dark eye makeup and lipstick, helps Sola with her research. Unfortunately, Sola's unable to find the answers she's looking for, but one afternoon when she's curled up with Noctis for an afternoon nap, Sola resolves that Curse or not, monster or not, she will protect her little brother. No matter what.

When Sola's old enough to formally apprentice to Cor, Regis shares his magic with her, as Noctis is still too young yet to properly create a Retinue bond. There's no question Sola is Noctis' Sword, just as there's no question that Gladio and Ignis are his Shield and Heart, but they're planning to wait until Noctis is at least sixteen.

Only, Noctis gets kidnapped before that can happen, then picked up by a wandering Vitae and brought back to Galahd.

Where originally Noctis would be utterly baffled by Galahd's insistence that Regis was a bad father, Galahd knows how Regis loves and cares for Sola despite her so-called 'curse.' Galahd knows it to be no curse, knows Sola's non-human instincts instead come from the Draconian's Blessing (Galahd's been dealing with those same dragon instincts for millennia, they know it when they see it and Sola's very dragon).

Regis knows none of this. He had every reason to abandon baby Sola to her death and erase her from the records.

He didn't. He lied. He kept her hidden, kept her safe and loved as best he could, and the handful of Vitae spies hidden amongst the Citadel staff have seen it all.

It seems the Father is the Mother's child after all.

When Regis and Sola arrive, Regis demanding to know where his son is with Sola's rumbling growl reverberating through their bones, Sola's growl cuts off with a jerk of surprise when one of the Furia trills at her, reassurance-Hoard-safe-not-seeking-fight brushing up against the embers of gold magic suppressed inside her soul. Sola stares at the Furia with wide eyes, because no one, not even Uncle Cor for all his growls and chuffs, has ever responded in such a way to her.

Things get sorted out, and before they leave for Insomnia, Sola and Noctis and Regis get to meet their aunt/sister and cousin/nephew, and Sola's given an invitation to come back to Galahd to properly train her gold magic.

@secret-engima if you want to add anything from Galahd's perspective feel free to join in!

#ffxv #Shadow of Heaven's Light #fusion #Thrown to the Wolves verse #Sola does take up Galahd's offer of training eventually #She even completes the Vitae trials and comes back from the Ulric Trial with a black coeurl cub she names Abyssus #Ardyn *ardores* his newest great-niece #he laughs his head off when Sola decides to get a stylized version of the Vitae 'tears' tattooed onto her face after she passes the Trials #The Bellum Furia and Lazarus are grumpy when the Ulrics snap up this fierce weaver but grudgingly concede that her aunt gets first dibs