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parad-ice-lostandfound · 9 months

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For You, I'd Paint the World Red

Prompt: They hadn't meant to do it. They really hadn't meant to lose control of their magic. But they couldn't help it. And maybe, just maybe... they were glad they did it. Or the one where MC destroys an entire coven of witches and adopts a kid on the way.

Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

TW: Arson, implied child abuse, please let me know if there is anything else I should add.

AN: Is it just me, or does anyone else get frighteningly vivid dreams that they turn into fanfics so they can share this weird cocktail of feelings and emotions with everyone who's interested? This is very self-indulgent, btw. I just want MC to be allowed to go crazy sometimes. Feral even. We believe in murderous MC supremacy in this house.

Elliot Crowe belongs to my absolute darling of a friend @doodlboy <3 thank you for letting me use your mc in this little thing. This will also be a series of sorts, so please look forward to that ^^

"This is the last one MC."

(e/c) eyes looked up at the sorcerer. Elliot smiled, earning a sigh of relief in return from Solomon's prized apprentice. A very tired, ready-to-fall-asleep-standing apprentice.

"I'm glad," they yawned, stretching their arms over their head as they followed him to the transportation array. "I swear, once I'm done, I'm heading to back home and sleeping for the next three weeks."

"You've certainly earned it," the man hummed, offering his hand, like the gentleman he was. The two stepped onto the array, Elliot activating it with a simple incantation.

A few seconds later, the pair found themselves in front of the last coven's mansion. The massive structure was creeping into the nearby forest, where the younger of the two could make out glowing spectres darting through the trees.

"Tastefully decorated," Elliot remarked, drawing their attention back to the imposing building in front of them. It looked like a normal mansion, from what they could see; nothing particularly stood out a first glance. But there was a slight feeling of difference, something only those sensitive to magic would notice. They had been getting this feeling at nearly every coven they visited.

MC was glad that these visits to the supernatural were once every twenty years. The aim of these 'inspections' was to make sure that the other supernatural members of the world upheld their end of the various treaties and contracts signed by them with the Sorcerer's Society.

MC had met Elliot a few times before through Solomon. Elliot Crowe was the apprentice of one of Solomon's old friends, and almost like a son to the white-haired man. This meant that the sorcerer often checked up on him, resulting in the two young humans bonding over the woes of apprenticeship and making fun of Solomon's age, much to his chagrin.

This friendship was what lead to the two pairing up when the audits were announced. Elliot and MC were chosen to inspect the covens of witches who practised magic under the Sorcerers Society's careful supervision, both major and minor.

All those they had visited up till now were incredibly interested in helping humans at best, and wanting absolutely nothing to do with anyone outside their coven at worst. Either way, it was a somewhat ideal first time doing this for them, even if it was a bit tedious.

They weren't kidding about sleeping for 3 weeks. Belphies pact mark was glowing faintly, almost as if recognizing their wish to indulge in his sin.

Elliot cleared his throat. His eyes locked onto theirs, an uncharacteristic seriousness in them that startled MC enough to chase away their fatigue momentarily. A shiver went up their spine as they felt him put up a magical charm to avoid any eavesdroppers from hearing his next words.

"The coven we're inspecting now," he began, his tone low and firm, "is the one the Society is most wary of, MC. The witches here are known to have made and to look for ways to make, pacts with a large number of demons."

"While most of their pacts are lesser demons, they have a contract with someone rather important in the Devildom. Someone you know quite well."

They didn't have to ask whom. In all the their years of staying at the Devildom, they knew only one notable demon who had a pact- wait, contract?

Elliot seemed to have sensed their confusion as he clarified, "Despite what many think, Mammon didn't actually make a pact with the witches. He signed a contract, presumably one that acts almost like a pact and has nearly the same pull. For what, nobody knows."

They did. They knew exactly why Mammon signed such a disadvantageous contract. But it wasn't their place to spill his secrets. Instead they asked, "Does the Society know what are the conditions of the contract?"

"No," Elliot frowned, his displeasure on not knowing more showing clearly on his face. "No, they don't. The covens are entitled to privacy and secrecy when it comes to things like contracts with demons as long as they're not wreaking havoc on humans. As long as no humans are hurt, the Society mostly lets them be." His voice drops down to a whisper, even though there is no chance of anyone overhearing them because of the charm he'd cast earlier. "But recently, there has been a large number of missing human cases in this area. And well, this particular coven has always been a little shady."

"That's rich, coming from you," MC snorted, elbowing Elliot lightly in an attempt to relieve some of the tension. Elliot graced them with an exasperated smile. "Very funny, but that's not the point. Now listen carefully. Once we go inside, I will need you to distract them-"

"... Don't tell me I have to dress in drag and do the hula.."

"As funny as it would be, no. Make small talk, use some of your 'little human' charm on them," Elliot hummed. "Whatever you need to do to make sure that you are the only one they pay attention to. Make it seem like you are novice to all of this, as unthreatening as possible. Make them underestimate you."

"Hm. Sounds like something I can do."

"Good. I'll try to slip away unnoticed at a point to actually investigate, so don't worry if you can't see me."

"What do you want out of this Elliot? Or more accurately, what does the Society want?"

"Some proof that their suspicions are right about the coven." A reason to exterminate them went unsaid.

"Alright. I'll do my best."

"You always do."

"And this, is our archives. Please come in, dearest sorcerers."

MC took a big breath and did as they were told, quickly stepping into the room. Their jaw was aching from the dopey smile they had plastered on ever since entering the premises. Just a little longer, they thought to themself, thinking back to how they had lost sight of Elliot halfway into their tour, the coven head not even realizing.

For a coven potentially doing shady things, they sure were lax with their security.

Melvara, the coven head, finally seemed to notice Solomon's absence. "Um, where is Sir Elliot, if I may ask?"

"Oh, he said he needed to use the restroom. He'll be here soon, but wow! This room is huge!" MC grinned, spinning lightly in place as if trying to take in everything. Truthfully speaking, it was not much. They lived in the Devildom with 7 very wealthy brothers, a demon prince who took pleasure in spoiling his friends, and a demon butler who was more attentive and observant than anyone they had ever known. Their mentor was arguably the best sorcerer alive, if a little eccentric, and they had endeared themself to even angels. Needless to say, they were spoiled rotten when it came to once in a lifetime experiences.

Thankfully, Melvara seemed to buy their act, giving them a proud smile. "I'm glad you think so. Now, how about we have some tea while we wait for Sir Elliot to come back? The archives are the last stop before the Forest of a Thousand Spectres, after all."

They hummed, sitting down at the seat offered to them, eyes still taking in everything down to the last detail. Elliot's words had assured them that this would be one report that would require them to go into heavy detail.

The door to the archives opened for the second time.

(E/c) eyes turned to the witch that entered the room, head respectfully bowed and voice reverent as she presented them with tea and snacks. They gave her a sweet smile, watching in carefully veiled amusement as she blushed and nearly spilled the hot beverage. It was cute how a simple smile was enough to put people at ease. After a few hurried apologies and not-so-subtle glances at them, the witch left the room. For a few minutes, there was blissful silence.

"Say, sorcerer MC?"

"Yes?"

"Pardon my forwardness, but I had heard that you have pacts with all seven of the avatars of sin?"

MC hummed, a pleasant smile on their face. "I do," they said, noting the interest in her eyes. Melvara leaned slightly forward, her eyes gleaming with something that made them pause for a second. Right, don't underestimate the other party, they thought to themself chidingly.

"An admirable feat. May I be so bold as to.. offer you some advice?"

Did they really look that gullible?

"Of course, I would love to learn from my elders."

They hadn't meant to do it.

They really hadn't meant to lose control of their magic.

But they couldn't have helped it.

Not when Elliot burst into the archive room, eyes filled with disdain and murderous intent; holding an unconscious girl in his arms. A very familiar child, one they had yet to meet face to face but had seen plenty of pictures of.

They watched with dark satisfaction as flames engulfed the accursed manor and the forest around it. Screams of the witches stuck inside echoed into the darkness, and MC instinctively covered the ear of the girl who now lay in their arms, still unconscious. The few who had no hand in any of the heinous crimes their brethren had committed cowered somewhere behind them.

The Forest of a Thousand Spectres never looked as hauntingly beautiful as it did now.

A hand on their shoulder had them instinctively cradle the girl closer to their chest. A side glance at Elliot, who had the same blank look on his face. "You can go home MC. I'll report this myself," he said, voice barely above a whisper but firm. Not a suggestion then.

MC nodded, the only indication that they had heard him. Elliot sighed. "What.. are you thinking of doing about her, MC?"

"I'm taking her home."

"She's is the only living witness to the atrocities this coven committed. The Society will wish to talk to her."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Another sigh. "Very well. I'll see you after I've reported the incident and" -he looked over to the terrified witches, the innocent ones, who shrank away the moment his gaze was placed on them- "taken care of them."

"Sure," they said, tearing their eyes away from the flames for a just moment to watch Elliot teleport himself and the witches away, presumably to the Society's headquarters.

They did the same moments later, appearing in their room. MC carefully lowered the girl onto their bed, gentle hands adjusting the blankets to offer comfort and warmth. Satisfied with their work, they pulled a chair close to the bed and sat on it. A breathless chuckle escaped from their lips as they felt the slight trembling in their hands. Their eyes scanned the teenager, sleeping soundly under Elliot's recovery spell.

The fact that a simple recovery spell made her fall unconscious spoke volumes about the pain she had suffered.

MC brushed a strand of hair away from her face, vaguely thinking about Mammon's reaction when he finds out exactly what the sweet little girl had been through. They stole another glance at her, then picked up their DDD.

S.S Audit Stuff (Lucifer, Solomon, Elliot and you)

You: Lucifer. Solomon.

You: We need to talk.

You: Meet me in my room.

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chaand-jalne-laga · 5 days

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CJL LIVE BLOG SEASON 1 [EPISODE 1]

So. I know, this is wrong. Coz I put the IPK one on hold and now i am starting another, but I thought, this one is just for 82 epis(SO SHORT? WTF? CHALA HI NAHI SHOW?!?!?) So, it wont take much time to complete this and I also wanted to keep this content and ipk content separate. Hence, a separate blog. I know y'all might be hard-core Arshi fans and ipk fans, but, give this one, a chance, as well, ok? Just for entertainment's sake? Please? Baaki, it's your choice ofc :) Hope you enjoy this.

1.) Hmm. Pune. Maharashtra. A girl peeping out through the car window. Enjoying the 'jaadu' in the air. Btw, I like the BG score, here.

2.) In the flashback, we see two kids sitting on a white horse and the horse is galloping in its full galore. The girl confirms the magic in the air as her hands are flying. Lol. Typical kids.

3.) Tara di's sister is asking about her opinion on her looks. IDK but I cringed real hard when she said, "Achi lag rahi hun naa?"(Like yeah darling, you look average. Lol. JK. You look stunning but stop with that cringe acting, ok?)

4.) Tara Di opens her hair and A SECOND-LITERALLY A SECOND AGO, she was irritated but then immediately she is impressed with her di's improvisation. Whatever. Lol.

5.) Selfies. Di is excited so she starts taking selfies and her younger sister is suspicious instantly. Why? Does she not take selfies on any normal day? Maybe. *shrugs*

6.) How typical of people to instantly assume that if a girl seems excited then she might be having a 'chakkar' with some boy. Why girl? Your sister can't be happy for her own self, just like that, without any reason? *hmph* Do you make her that upset? Lol. That now her excitement seems abnormal.

7.) NGL but this Tara di's sister is a really bad actor, whoever she is. Sorry. Lol.

8.) Tara Di gets off the car and lets them drive by. Then, she quickly runs to the Bus Station to catch a bus for--?--whatever.

A Side Gyaan : But that's such a bad way to catch a bus, actually. First, you catch the attention of the bus driver coz they are at a considerable height and then they stop the vehicle ONLY THEN you cross it and get on the bus, okay? My readers? Don't be like Tara Didi, okay? Good. Now, we come back to the epi.

9.) So. Tara didi is changing her shoes. I really thought for a sec that she will change her outfit too. Lol. A kid is staring at her antiques and she notices people are staring at her. So.

What do you think will she do?

a) ignore them

b) make faces at them

c) sunaoify (rudely) them for staring at a slightly differently dressed girl

d) give them a five page ka gyaan on social etiquettes as a soon-to-be 'Starplus Bahu'

Yeah. You are neither right nor wrong, coz she will randomly pull out a jar of lollipops and distribute it to appease them. Yes. We all do that. We all step out of our homes, thinking we might happen to be in a bus and can then distribute it among the children on the said bus. Whatever.

10.) TD gets off the bus and buys chana and gur for--?--*shrugs*

11.) TD is now sitting in a-tempo?-transport vehicle. Whatever. Driver announces her destination which is- "Sehgal Estate"

12.) The driver assuming her to be a tourist, warns her, of the place having been shut down for quite a few years now and he tells her that an accident had taken place, many years ago. TD flashes back to that 'haadsa' and politely dismisses him by stating that she is a local.

13.) Ok, ladies, so all things aside, who all can climb up and cross that gate, that high, with a WHITE SAREE and that too without staining it!?!? Anyone? No? See, our Tara D (Lol. I have so many name ideas for this girl.) CAN. She is a champion at this. (Okay so i wanted to take a screenshot of that long-ass gate but Jio Cinema didn't let me. Fudge you, Ambanis'. Whatever. Lol.)

14.) She takes help from Deva's flash back advice when he had first guided her to climb that (same?) gate. Okay, so that saxophone BG score is cute, okay? Lol.

15.) Gosh. How did they manage to find a small girl who looks exactly like Kanika Mann? Wow. Casting directors take a bow. *bows down with joined hands*

16.) Okay, so the titular song has started in the BG and I am loving it. Meanwhile, TD is going about the mansion and recalling that 'haadsa'.

17.) I am actually kinda liking this kid, Deva. How sweet of him. He extends a bunch of yellow flowers (symbolizing friendship). And damn, he has one hell of a head full of soft and flowy tresses. Wow. Any hair care tips for us, girls, Deva? Lol. Whatever.

18.) She digs out the 'nishaani' of their friendship which is basically two thick stones(or rocks?) joining like a puzzle piece and 'Badshah' along with caricatures of Deva and Tara, carved on the two pieces.

19.) She becomes very emotional, holding the symbol of a once very beautiful bond she had with some boy named- Deva. And then out of the blue we hear a horse neighing and Tara instantly brightens as she recognizes Badshah.

20.) Sure enough, we see Badshah running towards Tara and Tara on reaching close to it, touches it affectionately on it's jaws. We see that Badshah is indeed angry and disappointed on Tara. He starts running away as Tara tries to pacify it(him?). Oh. So. The chana and gur was for a horse. Ok. Nice.

Fun-Fact : All things set aside, Kanika genuinely had to interact with a horse in the middle of the shoot. I wonder if there's some story to this episode which she might have, like she was hell scared of horses and yet had to learn how to interact even if it's a well trained horse, we are talking about. Okay. Enough. Now back to the epi.

21.) Basant Kaka has come to see Tara Bitiya. What's with that line?-"Main janta tha ki aaj ka din tu bhulegi naayi, zarur aayegi." Kya hai aaj ke din mein aisa? Tara's demeanor changes as she recalls the incidents that took place in today's date.

22.) She tells BK that today is the day she met HIM (Deva?) and she reveals that he was the only one who made her Tara from 'Phus Tara' (Deflated Star or according to Jio Cinema's caption-'Timid Tara'. Basically an insulting nick name.)

(Lol. See. I got another name. But. Sorry i won't use that coz it triggers her childhood trauma.)

22.) Do I see vengeance there, Tara? Okay. So, we are being taken 15 years back.

23.) Wow. What an a__hole of a brother. He is chasing Tara all over the house with a bunch of crackers (chataai?) Tara is hidden inside the cupboard but she wants to come out because she is scared of darkness and it's all dark inside the cupboard. Ronak bhaiya fools her to come out but lays the chataai bomb and lights it with a matchstick giving her a 'Sehgal Promise'. These Sehgals seem to be too stuck up of a family tho.

Not-So-Fun Fact : God, these are the worst kind of crackers not only coz of the sound but also they keep scattering everywhere, while bursting, once lit. Even I am hell scared of these and always stand at least 1 Km away from these. Lol.

24.) Not knowing better (how would she? she is just a kid of 7-8 something.) Tara trusts her wicked brother, who has already run away to the veneration, steps out of the cupboard but it's too late the crackers keep scattering everywhere and bursting in the meantime and the poor kid is hell scared she starts calling out for her father ("Baba").

25.) Baba is doing aarti of Devi Maiyya (Oh. Hello DM. How are you? How are Khushi-Arnav and their munchkins doing? Lol. Sorry. I get carried away a bit.)

26.) WAIT. WHAT!?!!?!?! Is that the same guy, who was in Sheesh Mahal, on the fashion show night and Khushi came, asked him for directions but instead got to listen to an Urdu Shayari? Wow. See. A crossover we didn't deserve but got anyway. Whatever.

27.) Baba was doing aarti when his hell scared daughter comes and merely touches his back and the veneration plate skips away from his hand. Lol. What kind of a diet Baba takes that he couldn't even handle a gentle push from a mere kid of 7? Whatever.

But the thing that surprises me more is that he is about to lash out at her in front of the whole-family?- bunch of people. This is where I thought that there's some major tiff going on, in the family, like, everyone is against a mere kid.

28.) Baba, your daughter was hell scared, that too, coz of your a__hole of a son. A lil bit of compassion would go a long way. Thank you.

29.) Wow. A__hole father, a__hole brother. Tara. Run. I said. RUN. Whatever. Poor kid. Is getting blamed for the thing that she couldn't have any control of. So. Baba's wife died at childbirth. So. Now. He has got a lifetime license of blaming and punishing his daughter for it. WoW. jUsT. wOw.

30.) Some one please call a gynecologist and enlighten him that it hardly has anything to do with the child but has everything to do with proper timely medical care. Whatever.

31.) OH. She is crying in front her mother's portrait. Asking if she would ever be loved by anyone or not. I so desperately want to go and give her a looooooong jaadu ki jhappi. Uff. I am getting goosebumps now.

32.) She hears a melody being played out from a harmonica and is instantly drawn to its source. She sees, a boy riding a horse named Badshah and carrying balloons on it's saddle. She is kind of intrigued by this boy.

33.) The boy introduces himself as Deva and in the process, mocks Ronak. Ronak is kind of irritated of this boy already and tries to take over the horse and orders BK to light a long-ass chataai (do they have nothing else in the name of crackers? Lol. 'sEhGaLs') But, Deva is frantic and warns not to burst crackers as it will make Badshah go crazy and mocks him again and Ronak pushes him and Deva falls down.

34.) BK, following his master's orders, lights the chataai and Badshah goes crazy, starts running around violently. There is chaos everywhere, somewhere in the midst, Baba also shouts. The horse Badshah is now running towards Tara and Tara is frightened to the core. She freezes at her spot and covers her face ready to face the impact. Deva pulls off a high jump stunt and lands on the horse's back and calms him down in the process.

35.) Deva tries to cheer Tara up and is successful and from there on they both spend time together and thus become hard core friends.

36.) Deva lightens up her world. She smiles more, laughs more, conquers her fears a lil bit more, every time she is with Deva. And one fine day, they both are celebrating Deva's birthday and Tara has brought a cake for him. A candle is perched on its top. Deva lights it up and blows it away to make a wish. But the candle keeps lighting up again and again automatically, this surprises Deva and Tara falls into a pit of laughter and we see grown up Tara laughing in front of BK recalling the incident. This show is really moving something inside me. It's so heart warming tbh.

37.) Ok. So now they are celebrating BK's b'day and she has a cake-cum-aate-ka-halwa. BK lights up a matchstick and the small speck of fire again ignites that trauma in Tara. Poor girl is traumatized on loosing her only best friend.

38.) Tara and BK think that Deva is dead. And, Badshah has been bought by someone in exchange of lakhon rupiye. Altho, Bhojariya ji had a deal with Tara that she would pay him to keep Badshah in the Sehgal Estate but upon getting a greater amount of money, naturally, Bhojariya Ji sells it.

39.) Tara is heart-broken that she could not keep his only belonging safe and so apologizes to Deva (who she thinks is in heaven) and we are instantly taken to a hilltop where we see a man, also in white. So. Deva. He is alive and probably a reech buzinez man, i think? And, now, the plot is quite predictable, Tara will try to take back Badshah from that 'man' and he will in turn not reveal that he is indeed Deva becoz there is some misunderstanding on both of their side. So. He will try to seek revenge from Tara for what he had to go through in the past. As it is clear from the line, "Bohot jal chuka suraj, ab chaand ko jalna hoga." Wow. What a beautiful parallel tho. (Suraj-Deva and Chaand-Tara and also the title of the story makes a lot more sense now.)

40.) Ok. So. Jalebi reminded me that I did not mention Deva's entry scene. So. Yeah. Deva's entry scene, huh? Wow. Yeah. Sirf. Wow. I had literal goosebumps already and then that drone shot from the hilltop. The teapot hanging above the fire. Lol. What a traditional way to make chai amidst nowhere. Btw where did he get chai ki patti from? And what about chini? Cup? Lol. Banda puri taiyyari ke saath aaya tha. So. Yeah. Amazing scene. Handsome Deva. Beautiful white suit. Already swooning.

Not-so-Fun Fact : Damn this reminds me that I have been chai-deprived since yesterday coz chai was finished and no one in our house(as in me and my parents) were bothered enough to bring it from the general store altho we all were very much bothered for not being able to have a cup of chai. uGh. Whatever.

41.) Wow. Wow. Wow. This show has already started to cast its spell on me, to be honest. And it's just the first episode.

P.S. : So. Yeah. Very beautiful. Very very very beautiful indeed. Cinematography wise. Script wise. Costume wise. Look wise. Everything is perfect for Chaand Jalne Laga. TBH I was underestimating this show but it indeed is beautiful. Please do give it watch. Ok. Then. Bye. God bless you.

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 9 months

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BETA READING OF: Eros

Prompt:

Ancient Greece hoe dream is feeding my slutty mind plus I love time travel trope, so here goes my horny plot bunny: Reader has got married to Dream and becomes Queen of the Dreaming. One day she mysteriously gets transported back to, as you mentioned before, it's probably post Orpheus' death, divorced Morpheus era when said dilf was looking for some good fuck to drown his pain.

Unsurprisingly he was instantly taken by this human girl, and Reader figures out this is Morpheus grieving for his greatest loss. So after some seduction from both sides they had the most intense rough sex ever. Reader's like, "Take all your anger and pain on me, my lord." This might have lasted for a while and one night after they had rounds of lovemaking, Dream left because of some business in the dreaming and Reader just disappeared from this era without a trace. Dream's sad that this mysterious girl's gone, but over time their love affair fades into obscurity as if it'd never happened.

Cue the present time, Dream's worried about his Queen getting trapped by some idiot mortal, and then Reader suddenly appears in front of him, in her naked glory, and the memory hits him like a tidal wave. He notices that there's glaring evidence of passion on his wifey, as hoe Dream gifted many love bites on her and his cum is trailing down her legs. Needlessly to say, Dream gets both uncontrollably jealous of his younger self and turned on by reclaiming his love, and Reader, despite her soreness, gets incredibly wet at the idea of taking her Dream, this Dream inside of her while she's full of hoe Dream's seed.

This is in its rawest form (minus the spicy stuff cause I haven't gotten there yet), I don't really like it, but maybe you will? IDEK.

What I have so far:

You spent a lot of time staring at the throne adjacent to the intricately carved marble one depicting the helm of Dream of the Endless. It was more feminine, carved out of the same marble as the Morpheus’, but designed with a softer touch. It was a marble forest, twisting branches and flowers that were inspired by Fiddler’s Green, your fingers always ended up tracing little grooves and bumps absentmindedly.

“Hey boss lady,” You turned your head in time to see Matthew fluttering his way up to your shoulder. His feet clutched the fabric of your sweater and he shuffled his wings, looking at the two thrones. “You know you’ve been married for like, two months… right?”

“Distinctly,” You answered dryly, having very vivid memories of your wedding night. You hadn’t left the bed for three days, and then couldn’t walk right for three weeks. Morpheus had been very smug with the way you hobbled around, while you felt like crawling into a hole in embarrassed. You’d married a voracious Endless that aspired to paint every millimeter of your body with his love. “But it’s not like I was born knowing I was going to marry an Endless and become the queen of a realm.”

“True, true,” Matthew echoed with a bob of his head. “But ma’am, has anything actually changed in your life? Ignoring the fact that you live here now…”

You thought about Matthew’s words. Not much had changed in your life save your happiness. You had only ever really felt happy when visiting the Dreaming, so there wasn’t much you missed in the Waking. The people in the Dreaming themselves had always gone to you for advice now that you thought about it. They felt confident speaking to you about their problems… so you had been their queen long before you became their official one.

“No, nothings really changed… and it’s just a title,” You mused softly walking towards your throne and running your fingers along the warm marble. Warm and cool, just like you and Morpheus. You were an unusual pairing and not one that you’d think would work in the first place. “Alright, I’ve stared at the thrones for long enough, it’s time to go outside and touch some grass.”

“Ya know I think Lord Dream could touch some grass time to time,” Matthew muttered from your shoulder. “He’s been kinda uptight lately.”

“Probably cause of all the changes, you know he likes things certain ways,” You said dryly, thinking back to all the arguments you’d gotten into with him just because he was being a giant dunderhead who didn’t want to listen to you and pretended that your option and decision didn’t matter.

“Yeah you might be onto something,” Matthew chirped in agreement. Exiting the palace, you wandered through the gardens while letting your fingers brush along the flowers and bushes of the garden. “But at least he’s trying!” Matthew added, trying to be positive about his boss.

“He got pissy with me because I wanted to take a walk in London by myself after we had lunch with Hob,” You couldn’t help but point out. “It was London, in the middle of the day when families were having picnics!”

“And we both know humans can be assholes,” Matthew reminded you. “The boss doesn’t have a lot of good experience with mortals to go off of.”

“Pretty sure I have more experience in the human department than he does?”

“Point,” The raven agreed, taking off and swooping through the limp branches of the weeping willow in front of you. You passed beneath the little tunnel of gnarled branches carefully grown and kicked out your foot. You’d been feeling antsy lately, cooped up and in need of stretching your limbs. Maybe you’d go for a swim? Morpheus didn’t exactly like you swimming in the Ocean of Dreams, but you and the entity had a pretty good relationship and she didn’t try to drown you when you went swimming. “He’s still gonna throw a tantrum.”

“And I dare you to say that to his face,”

“I’ll pass I like having feathers… and living in general...” Matthew shuddered to think what Morpheus’ reaction would be of learning he’d said that.

“It would be funny though,” You giggled to yourself, imaging the initial confusion that would cross Morpheus’ face… then perhaps just a hint of an eye tick, then the whole: you dare… Your husband was entirely too predictable at times and you found it very amusing. You were deaf to Matthew’s disgruntled grumbles and continued walking, not realizing that your feet were carrying you towards the beaches of the Ocean of Dreams.

“Holy shit,” Matthew’s curse behind you jarred you from your thoughts. It wasn’t hard to figure out what had caused him to curse, the Ocean of Dreams was churning in unhappiness. High above violent waters were storm clouds, flickering with lightning and letting out echoed of thunder. “Uh, you ever seen this before ma’am?”

“No,” You informed the raven, trying to see if you could feel what was wrong to have the Ocean of Dreams so agitated. “Matthew return to Lucienne, speak with her about this matter. Surely she has a clue.”

“Right on it, boss lady,” Matthew called before surging into the air and flying back to the palace as fast s he could. While Matthew was doing as you asked, you quickly hurried up to the waters edge. Oh yes, something had agitated the Ocean of Dreams, she was not happy. Without hesitation, you strode into the cold water, determined to figure this out. Morpheus was away on business, you could handle this, you could handle this.

When you were waist deep, you dove deeper, fully submerging yourself. The water, while a usual chilly cold, seemed to be colder than normal. Even the currents were stronger, more aggressive. You tried to look around for the physical manifestation of the Ocean in the form of your shadow figure, but you couldn’t see her anywhere. A smattering of bubbles escaped your lips as you sighed in frustration and swam further towards the depths. In your efforts to hunt down the physical manifestation of the Ocean of Dreams, you failed to notice that the currents were getting far too strong for you to swim through.

Now, you didn’t need to breath oxygen thank to Morpheus making you immortal… but it wasn’t exactly comfortable holding your breath, or accidentally inhaling the salty water. So when your body began getting tossed and turned like you were in a hamster ball and it was being shaken, you started panicking. Floundering, the water around you began shifting from chilly cold to warm… and then back again. Your arms cartwheeled through the salt water until the temperature stayed warm and a bright light appeared. The storm must have finally disappeared!

You kicked your way towards the surface, hoping that Lucienne would know why the Ocean of Dreams had gotten so upset and the weather so irritable. The moment your face broke the surface you knew that something was very wrong.

First, it was way to hot for you to be in the dreaming. Second, it didn’t sound like you were in the dreaming. Third? When you opened your eyes you were most definitely not in the Dreaming!

“Oh shit,”

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You spent a solid five minutes panicking about the fact that you were most definitely not in the Dreaming anymore. Morpheus was going to go ballistic when he found out. Then your panic increased because you didn’t know where you were, and you were in the middle of an ocean! At least you could see land, but it was a distance away from you. Still coming to grips with what you were dealing with because hello, some magic fuckery had just occurred and you were not kosher with it, you paddled towards a weird looking boat in the distance.

As you grew closer, you could hear shouting in a language you didn’t quite understand, and the sounds of screaming. Focusing on the words, the power Morpheus imbued within you shifted the stage words until you could understand them. Greek. A child had fallen overboard. Your eyes dropped to the water and you spotted a dark haired child splashing around violently. You didn’t think twice about quickly swimming towards the child as they disappeared beneath the surface of the water.

Dipping back below the oceans surface, you swam your way over to the squirming child, a girl. She was wrapped up in a beautiful white cloth that was currently hindering her ability to swim. You made to her and wrapped your arms around her thin body before looking up and kicking your way back to the surface. When your head broke the surface, you made sure you pulled the child up so her head too, was above the chops waters.

She was clutching your forearm in a death grip, nails digging into your flesh. You were glad that she wasn’t trying to claw her way on top of you. Spitting out ocean water you’d accidentally swallowed, you began carefully side stroking your way over to the odd boat. You weren’t sure what was going to happen, given that people didn’t just appear it the middle of the ocean. As it turned out, luck was on your side and the greeks who hauled you and the little girl up onto the ship were entirely convinced that you were some lost noble… all because of of the clothes you wore.

Apparently only the rich and noble people of Greece could afford to wear purple clothing.

The boat was taking the little girl, a daughter of one of the nobles in Athens (how the hell did you end up in Ancient Greece?), home after visiting her aunt in Crete. She’d accidentally tumbled over the side and now refused to let you go for fear of a repeated event. So you were awkwardly standing around in your ‘strange clothes’ while the little girl held onto you like a baby monkey. At least when the boat docked at the harbor to the ancient city of Athens, in all its blazing glory, you were offered a cloak to cover your strange clothing.

Clearly the little girl you’d rescued came from a very rich family, because the carriage that you’d been herded into was lavish. You sat inside it while there were warriors on horses surrounding, and spent a good twenty minutes trying to think of what the hell you were going to do because this was way out of your realm of expertise.

“What is your name?” Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Well, they already thought you were some lost noble or princess… might as well play it off as some greek god blessing or something… hopefully the gods wouldn’t be too upset with you. Not that they would be able to raise hand towards an Endless’ wife…

“You may call me Elpis,” You told the little girl. “What is yours?”

“Kynna, are you the great spirit Elpis mama told me about?” Soft brown eyes gazed at you with such reverence, you wanted to say yes and make her dreams come true. But you couldn’t exactly claim to be someone you were not. You stroked your hand over her still damp hair.

“I’m afraid it is only a name sake,” You replied, lifting your gaze to see several grand buildings pass by as the carriage rattled and shook. “I was lost at sea but the gods brought me to you.”

“Well if you’re lost… you can just live with us!” Kynna exclaimed with a wide beaming smile. “Panathenaia is starting tomorrow, they’ll be lots of parties and pretty dresses, and we get to give a new peplos to Athena!”

“I don’t think that will be up to me,” Your words didn’t hinder the excited babbles of Kynna, and while she continued to talk animatedly, you mulled over what you were going to say when you got to your destination.

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You didn’t have to say much, the greek noble woman of Kinna’s family, along with the other aristocratic women from surrounding families living in the housing surrounding the communal living space and baths, were entirely convinced you were an aristocrat who had some how fallen overboard and lost her most of her memory. You were fine playing amnesiac as it meant less questions. You just had to get used to a different lifestyle while you tried to figure out what the hell had happened to you.

A circle of woman around your age, Merope, Agapia, and Helike, had taken you under their wing while servants scurried about in preparation for the Panathenaia. Your modern clothes had been ditched for a silk peplum that draped around your body and showed skin in several places, and you’d been adorned with a multitude of jewelry by Kynna’s father for saving his little girl. In essence, you looked exactly like the woman everyone thought you to be: Elpis, a greek aristocrat with amnesia.

You’d spent the first couple of days hiding out in Kynna’s household, not sure of yourself and not wanting to make trouble for the family, but your trio of new friends had convinced you to come out to the communal space on the promise of seeing several handsome men and enjoyable drink and food. Eye candy and snacks, you were down for that. So you were walking with your gaggle of friends and contributing to the objectification of several fine greek men who had arrived home for the Panathenaia, when Merope had wanted to visit the sun room to see what special guests had arrived.

“Oh I heard Theos returned from Sparta looking for a wife.” Agapia gushed as she combed her fingers through her hair.

“Forgive me for not immediately fawning over this Theos… who is he?” You asked as Merope and Helike giggled.

“He’s Athen’s most prized warrior, competed in the last Olympic Games and won several games.” Agapia explained to you as the four of you walked beneath a trellis tunnel of roses. She went on to explain, in detail, every millimeter of the specimen known as Theos and by the time Helike was telling Agapia to stop drooling, you were very interested in seeing this this Greek was as handsome and strong as he sounded.

“Oh don’t stop now, you’ve gotten me interested,” You mused with a soft laugh while passing a group of men who eyed each and everyone one of you. Helike rolled her eyes, Agapia was oblivious, and Merope fluttered her eyelashes but stayed silent.

“I am sure there shall be a man at the festival who willwin your hand, Elpis,” Agapia said while holding her hands to her chest. “Because while we all know that you’ve got heads turning, you appear to have very little interest in those we have crossed paths with. Mark my words, you shall find someone you desire by the end of Panathenaia.”

You rolled your eyes, you’d humor the woman, they’d been so kind and generous to you despite you being a total stranger… but it wasn’t like you could admit that you were already married, and didn’t even belong in this era.

“As you say, Pia,”

“Oh, I can’t believe it!” Merope gasped quietly the moment your group entered a large room with many lounging chairs and dozens of greeks lounging around. You hummed in question and looked at her. “Lord Oneiros has decided to be in attendance!”

Something perked up within you at the mention of Oneiros, and your head snapped to the dark haired beauty in confusion.

“Sorry, did you say Oneiros?” You asked, your voice coming out in an odd tone. You’d heard that name before, when Morpheus had assisted Calliope upon hearing her call. She referred to him as Oneiros. Morpheus was Oneiros. How could he be here. The girls gathered around you and gestured to a corner of the room. Your eyes followed and you felt your heart freeze your chest. This wasn’t possible, was it?

How could it be that your dark and broody husband, was sitting in the corner of the room dressed in robes of black, complete with a laurel crown perched upon his midnight curls. You trembled in place, fighting against the urge to charge forwards and throw yourself at him because you really missed your husband and wanted to go home. But as you gazed at the Dream Lord, you began picking up on his mood, his temperament. He was surrounded by a cloud of pain that you could feel in your heart, deep within his beautiful blue eyes was a raw hurt that nearly pulsated from his being. Oh. Oh fuck. Orpheus. As if feeling your stare, sharp blue eyes shifted and met yours. No recognition could be found within their depths. He didn’t know you. But he was intrigued.

“I wonder who the lucky women will be this year,” Agapia softly wondered, the other two agreeing with her sentiments. “They say he is a voracious lover.”

A dark eyebrow rose ever so slightly accompanied by the smallest of smirks, and something within you cracked. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and quickly tore your eyes away from those of the Dream Lord.

“We should fill our bellies before the rest of the men arrive, the gods know they’ll eat it all,” You rushed out, your heart pounding in your chest painfully. Herding your friends in the opposite direction of Morpheus, desperate to get away from the being that you, one day, would marry.

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Your friends were gossiping while lounging at a table, they were gushing about all the men and woman that had arrived through out the day. Apparently in the celebrations, orgies were a common occurrence among the aristocrats and it was always a guessing game of who would be getting with who, or more importantly, who would get the golden invitations to the orgies with the most powerful people of Athens. You didn’t mind the open sexuality of Athens, it was actually a freeing thought… but you’d spent the afternoon and night in a state of hurt with a very agonized heart.

Why did it pain you so much to see Morpheus in pain? It was clear that he was hurting. Hurting and drowning himself in wine and debauchery to take his mind and being off the fact that his son had died and he’d gone through a divorce. You hated seeing him like that. You hated it so much.

“Elpis?” You blinked and glanced at Merope, she and the other girls were looking at you with concerned looks. “You’ve been rather demure since luncheon, is all well?” It wasn’t like you could just unload all your troubles on the three woman, no matter how much you wanted to.

“Just a headache,” You informed her before unfolding yourself from your curled position and rising to your feet. “I think I need some fresh air and to cool down.” Your fingers tugged at your clothes until the pins held up the silken fabric just enough to keep it on your body. “I’ll be out for a walk, don’t let me keep you up waiting.”

It was clear that they weren’t convinced by your words, you strode past them with your peplum fluttering behind you. It was a hot night in Athens, but the breeze from the Aegean Sea cooled you down as you took a garden path that led straight to the beautiful water. Standing at the waters edge, you crouched down and brushed your fingers through the slightly warm water. This wouldn’t last forever, surely, your Morpheus was probably ripping through realms and universes trying to find you… you just had to deal with his past self until you went home.

Which you didn’t know when that would happen.

And you didn’t like the idea of leaving this Morpheus in pain.

But could you actually do anything about that?

You didn’t exactly have a handbook on what to do when you time travel.

Destiny will be up your ass if you screw this up…

Then again maybe this was supposed to happen?

You growled and dropped your face into your hand with a more than exaggerated groan. You didn’t sign up for this time travel bull shit when you married Morpheus! Just as you sighed and dragged your fingers down your face, pulling your eyelids as you went, you felt a tingle in your being and a shiver run up your spine. You rose to your feet and turned around.

Ah.

High above on one of the balconies overseeing the Aegean Sea, lounged Morpheus in all his glory. His tunic was half on his body, revealing a great expanse of his physique and his hair was ruffled since you had last seen him. Right. Lucienne reluctantly mentioned that Morpheus had a few hoe eras. This was one of them. Even though he wasn’t your Morpheus, you could still feel his inherent desire and lust. That both scared and excited you.

“Elpis?” Kynna’s sweet voice broke your stare down with Morpheus. “What are you doing outside all alone? Did you have a bad dream?”

“Kynna!” You softly exclaimed, striding up to the girl and plucking her from the ground. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“You’re not in bed,” The little girl pointed out like it would make a difference, making your eyebrow pop up.

“That’s because I was out for a walk, come on little one, back to bed, you have great things to do tomorrow.” Continuing to carry Kynna, you entered the joined stone building and walked towards her families wing.

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There was another luncheon in which most aristocratic families were attending, yourself included. You had been hesitant to go because you weren’t familiar with the politics of the noble class, but the food was enjoyable and there were several men determined to entertain you. They did. At least until a certain someone arrived. Your attention was drawn to Morpheus like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t help it. Not when he was the love of your life and the very being you promised to spend the rest of eternity together. But he wasn’t yours. At least not yet. That didn’t stop the smoldering looks he sent your way. You ate your grapes, one by one, all the while staring directly at him.

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You knew you were playing with fire. The Endless could see it. He also knew that you knew you were playing as such. You fascinated him, hypnotized him with your eyes, demanded his heart and love with but a glance. Yet you never drew close enough to indulge. It was maddening, for Oneiros wanted no other but you. You’d drown out the sharp sting of loss he felt. He was sure of it. He enjoyed the way heat bloomed beneath your skin when he picked the flower you’d been reaching for and held it out for you to take. You hadn’t uttered a word, but your silence spoke a million things.

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It was getting harder and harder to avoid interacting with Morpheus. You didn’t know if it was because you naturally gravitated towards him, or if it was because he clearly wanted you. Nothing you did rid you of the pain you felt from his. So you had gone to the baths to try and soak out the stress you felt. It was nearing midnight, so most of the nobles were either indulging in bodily delights, drinking, or sleeping off the alcohol. That meant you could enjoy the public bath house in privacy.

So you slowly made your way into the steamy room and carefully unwound the belt around your waist. Then your fingers plucked the pins from your shoulders and you carefully folded the silk cloth that hung around your body. The steaming water looked inviting as you tipped down into one of the pools, and you sighed at the nostalgia that filled your mind. The bath house pools were much like the large bath you had in the Dreaming, and made memories of relaxing in it cradled within Morpheus’ arms as he told you stories of past dreams.

You wanted to go home so bad.

“Are tonights revelries not to your appetite?” You jerked in place at the sound of his voice, your head snapping around to see Morpheus lounging in a corner of the bath. Shit. Shit. Shit. It took everything you had not to stare at his naked body leisurely sprawled across the sitting ledge without care. His black messy curls made your fingers twitch for they ached to run through them. It took you a solid minute to find the courage to reply.

“I do not usually partake in such festivities, my lord,” You replied, a slight tremble in your words. A black eyebrow arched and you forced your gaze to the carved statues of spites mounted at the end of the room. “I am more reserved with my affections.”

“But not entirely opposed as your skin paints a different story,” Morpheus pointed out, his eyes lingering on the faded marks of someones apparent love. Oh yes, someone had the pleasure of indulging in your body. The Endless watched as you flushed beneath his scrutiny, and took great enjoyment in knowing that he did have an effect on you. “Who would leave a creature as lovely and delicate as you, by yourself during such festivities?”

“He’s away on business and I do not seek to control his travels,” You told him, carefully unfolding your self from your tight ball. Instantly the Endless was drinking in the view of your gorgeous curves and faintly loved skin. He wanted to devour you. You wanted him to stop hurting. So you rose to your feet in the water and slowly sloshed over to him. “Why are you here?”

Clearly he didn’t expect you to ask him such a question, but nonetheless he humored you after taking a sip of his wine.

“I am enjoying the festivities, the same as you,”

“No you’re not,” Now that was a bold statement to say directly to his face, and you could see his eyes darken.

“You dare think to know my intentions better than I?” He questioned back.

“I know enough to wonder why you are here, rather than with the men and women desperately throwing themselves at you.” You informed him before turning to the side and moving back towards your folded dress. You left the bathhouse and a very hungry Endless behind.

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You’d stayed behind as the girls headed off to enjoy some time with the men than had charmed them. Most of the festivities had moved to the Parthenon, so you were surrounded by quietness and the sounds of waves. Finding yourself among halls that were usually filled with chattering people, beautiful people, you found yourself missing the Dreaming and your friends there. You needed a drink.

Striding to a table with a jug of wine, you poured yourself a health cup before guzzling it it one go. The alcohol wouldn’t go to your head, you could drink all the wine in Greece and you wouldn’t get drunk. A sobering thought. There was nothing to take the edge off your emotions. Just as you poured your second cup, you felt his presence behind you.

“You are missing the festivities, my lord,” You softly spoke, putting the jug of wine to the side. Then you turned around, only to find Morpheus standing directly behind you, now in front of you. He stared down at you, amusement within his eyes.

“And still you dare to think you know myself better than I,”

“Have you considered the possibility that I might?” You challenged. His eyes flashed a silver glow.

“You dare—” Your hands rising to cradle his face cut the Endless off.

“You are hurting,” You said straight to his face, your fingers lightly stroking his jaw line. “You are hurting, you are angry, but you haven’t let those emotions out.”

“And what do you propose I do, since you are so bold to tell me what I feel,” Morpheus coldly questioned, already very much in love with your touch. Yet you were testing his tolerance in this moment. “If you are so bold, tell me what will remedy my troubles.”

“Take all your anger and pain out on me," You offered with a glimmer within your eyes. “It’d be a shame for me to miss out on the true delights of this festival, yes?” The glow within Morpheus’ eyes shifted from warning to lustful, and you caressed his cheek once more. “Or do you wish to resume your sulking—”

and that's it, I'm bashing my head against the wall cause I hate it but I need some sort of build up/tension

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Batman Fic Recs Feat. Time Travel

My favorite time travel fics with the batfam. I’ll mention if there are any ships :)

The View From Jade by lowflyingfruit

“Being transported to the past is not the sort of thing one normally expects. But this having happened, and with no easy way back, Jason's determined to make the most of it. Though the Bat still stalks Gotham's streets, the city's crime is run by the mobs instead of the rogues. There's no Joker yet.

There's no Robin.

Maybe there shouldn't be.”

I love this one! It’s got a lot of interactions between young Dick and Jason and they’re just precious

Fairy Godbrother by envysparkler

“What are brothers for?

(Or: some minor dimensional travel, pseudo-kidnapping, and a whole lot of meddling.)”

(I think it’s technically dimensional travel because there are two separate timelines, but one of the dimensions is moving at a different pace so I’m counting it.) Great interactions between the batfam:)

The Rule Stands by Engineered

“‘I know what you’re going to say, Batman,’ Damian said, shrugging the hand off his shoulder. ‘You’re going to tell me that Nightwing is dead, and that people don’t come back from the dead. Well, clearly you are wrong, seeing that you were dead and I was dead and Red Hood was dead and even Superman was once dead-’

‘My parents are dead,’ Father interrupted. ‘Nightwing’s parents are dead. There have been a few notable exceptions in extenuating circumstances, Robin, but the rule stands. Everyone can die.’”

Damian and young Dick bond and Damian learns that his big brother wasn’t always the dependable hero he knew him as.

A Good Place by LemonadeGarden

“Damian Wayne is kidnapped and sent back years through time. Together, he and Father – who's only been Batman for a mere six months –must figure out how to return him to his own time.

Over the course of the next week, Damian discovers that Mexican gangsters do not mess around, that social workers find Bruce annoying, that Bruce might be a little messed up, and that crystal chandeliers create the fondest memories.

Oh. And Alfred has hair.”

Pre-children Bruce bonds with Damian, who is able to see how much becoming a father changed Bruce.

Two Dead Birds by InsaneTrollLogic

“There's some lunatic in a red helmet running through Jason's territory. He wants to think it's a copycat.

He's wrong.”

Jason Todd regretting his past decisions and trying to work with his family? Fuck yeah.

show me yesterday, for i can’t find today by indent

“Then: The year is 2013. Jason Todd is alive, fourteen years old, and about to follow Sheila Haywood, his birth mother, into the hands of the Joker. All he wants is to save her life.

Now: The year is 2018. Jason Todd was dead. But now he's a nineteen year old vigilante about to take down the latest C-Lister rogue. Unfortunately for him, its a rogue that specialises in time-travel technology. And what starts as an easy takedown...ends as a time travelling phenomenon.

The two Jasons swap places.”

A reconciliation fic with *jazz hands* time travel!!

Take It Back Now Y’all by TimTheToaster (tabletoptime)

“There was absolutely no way this sunshine was from Gotham in April.

Not possible.

Which meant, Tim was no longer in Gotham, in April.

(In which Tim finds himself in the past, and tries to do the right thing. It's more complicated than he'd like.)”

Incomplete

Tim goes back to Dick’s Robin days and fixes shit

What Would You Do (To Save a Life) by 12pt_timesnewromanfont

“Here lies Timothy Drake

He lived so others wouldn’t die.

He died so others would live.

Damian scowls at the smooth stone, at the carefully etched epitaph.

He can’t help the fury building inside, rising up and clawing at his insides.”

Major TW for suicide

Tim’s evil future self comes back in time. Really well written.

Displaced by CamsthiSky

"Bruce’s vision wavers, and only once he steadies himself does he look up to find—Dick. But not Dick. Because Dick is eleven years old, and this man is clearly only a few years younger than Bruce himself is. If that. But no. Bruce would know those bright blue eyes anywhere. This is Dick. This is his son."

Bruce, who recently adopted Dick Grayson, is switched w his older self… younger Bruce meeting all of his kids again does special things to my sad little heart

Mint Chocolate Chip by LemonadeGarden

“Summer vacations have been going on just long enough for Jason to start getting bored, when he gets an unexpected visitor.

From the future.”

The amount of fluff in here… insane. I love it

Days of Future Past by Speechless_since_1998

“‘Why are you doing this?’

Red Robin looked at him from above the Riddler, ‘What?’

‘Help us. You don't want to be here. We could help you get back to your time.’

‘No. I have to be here. One week to go.’

‘A week for what?’ he asked, in frustration.

‘You told us you're here to avoid the worst moment in Batman's life, the one that will almost drive him crazy and shit like that. You didn't tell us what it will be, though.’

‘You don't need to know.’

Jason snorted, ‘Don't need to know? We're talking about what will turn Batman from a semi-decent parenting figure into a total bastard. Of course, it is necessary.’

‘For your good, you better not know.’"

Kind of angsty, but really good. Tim goes back to save Jason.

#batfam #batfam fic rec #batman fanfiction #batman #dick grayson #damian wayne #jason todd #tim drake #fanfiction #dc #fic rec #alfred pennyworth #time travel

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FemaleReaderxThrawn

You go on your date with Thrawn at the gallery, but the evening won’t go as planned

It’s just a date with a friend, you tell yourself, it’s just a friend.

But you can’t help but feel nervous. You brush your hair with care and arrange it in an elegant manner. You pepper some makeup on your face, a bit of this, a dash of that… Then you pass the next 30 minutes hesitating between a corseted dress and one with a slit. Why do I care so much? He won’t care, you scold yourself, I should put in this care for Arzel, not Thrawn!

But the butterflies in your stomach tell you otherwise.

You opt for the black slitted one and take some heels with that. Feeling bold, you chose some stockings that accentuate the length and the curve of your legs. You vaporize your favorite perfume and check yourself in the mirror. A shame Arzel didn’t get to see you first in this beautiful dress, he chose it for you. Feeling cute and on fire you wink at yourself, grab your vest and head toward your door. The evening promised to be good.

You sat down in the navette, feeling a bit overdressed for the public transport. You take out your comlink and send a confirmation text to Thrawn. He responds shortly.

“I am waiting for you”

You stare at the text. He’s waiting for me… You repeat in your head. You feel your heart palpitate at those words and your face heating up. You shake your head. No! Don’t be ridiculous. You take a deep breath and feel yourself calming down, you smile, relaxed and peaceful as someone who will visit a simple friend.

The gallery is in one posh quarter but in one of its little alleyways, consequently you lose your way. Great! The evening when you wear heels you have to run everywhere. You finally notice the sign on the wall, and underneath, leaning against the wall, Thrawn. Dressed in a white turtleneck with a black vest, he wears purple straight pants with black shoes, really different from your usual green uniform. In fact it’s the first time you see him in any other clothes than his uniform, outside the time you saw him…naked. Your cheeks burn at the memory of your younger self spying immodestly on an innocent man. What a shame! You approach and apologize profusely.

"Sorry, I lost my way!"

He shakes his head.

"It is alright. You are beautiful tonight, those colors suit your complexion very well."

You smile blissfully. Finally someone who appreciates your efforts! Nather stopped complimenting you despite the fact being the one pushing you to do make up.

"Thank you. I have had numerous occasions to practice since the academy."

A mischievous grin comes lightning his face

"Indeed. I remember your skills weren’t as sharp back then."

You nudge him.

“You are mean, sir.”

His grin doesn’t depart as he gestures to the door of the gallery.

“Shall we go?”

You reajust your purse on your shoulder and take the lead. Your stiletto heels clac on the ground, rhythming your walk. He comes to place himself next to you and you get a whiff of his cologne. You smile at him and enter the building arm in arm. The gallery is more massive than what it first appeared, you could actually lose someone in there. He picks up a leaflet and you start the visit.

“What did you say your friend does?” Thrawn asks

“He does paint and sculpture.” You respond, leafing through the prospectus to find his part. “He has been grouped with other little creators at the end of the visits.”

You walk through a multitude of rooms, observing and detailing each piece. You see countless of different oeuvres, paintings, sculptures, scenographies, mini holos, live representations, even a piece consisting of only odors.Your heels start hurting you. You walk among the oeuvres looking at Thrawn, despite his collected appearance and stern demeanor his eyes sparkles like a child during Nüg. He walks to each and every piece with his hands clasped in his back and serves you a thesis on each species, detailing every subtleties of each piece in lavish details and interminable sentences.You don’t mind. You listen with great pleasure to his unstoppable flow of words, you encourage it by asking questions and laugh at his flashes of wit.

"What can you tell me about this tea set ?"

"Inspect the angles and the curves. We can deduce this species acquired the prehensile digits only recently in their history…"

"What about those terra cottas?"

"They most probably see in black and white, if you see those veins running…"

The conversation pursues, jumping from subject to subject, flowing like a river. You let him expose you to his knowledge and what you assume is crazy theories on his part. You smile brightly, feeling light in this moment.

You decide to take a break at the refreshment area, different exotic dishes are available, you nibble at different ones, tasting a bit of all of them. You take a glass of liqueur and drink it in one gulp, it burns your tongue and all your throat down your stomach. Thrawn commands a fizzy drink and watches you knock your glass back with wide eyes. You let out a satisfied gasp as you put the glass down the bar and click your tongue, it shakes you and wakes you up deliciously. He sips his drinks through a straw observing the room, you do the same and recognize three people from the church. You decide to go and say hi.

“Hey! Are you here for Vez too?” You ask with a smile.

“Indeed. We heard he would showcase here. We started by his work.”

“Did you see him? I would like to salute him.”

“No. He’s not here tonight.”

You pout.

“In fact, it’s been a while since I saw him.” One of them notes.

“Bah… Artists. He’s surely buried inside his studio…”

You wave them goodbye and get back to Thrawn that took care to stay away.

"Church friends?" He asks

"Yes! How do you know?" You demand, surprised.

He raises an eyebrow, without answering, sipping on his straw. You gulp down another glass and take a third for the rest of the showcase. You continue the trail, arriving on a large room with people on turning stages, replicating great moments of the Empire and some of the former decadent republic. The mass of people is considerably higher in this room and you have difficulty reaching the different stages, squeezing yourself between the different bodies. You manage to reach the first one and observe the scene showing the glorious ascension of the Emperor to power. The stage turns slowly, leaving you times to appreciate the details of the reconstitution, of the costumes…

"Ascension speech of the Emperor to the Senate." Says Thrawn reading out loud the sign.

You go for a second one but you're met with a wall of people, and Thrawn walks faster than you. It only takes you a gaze away from him and you lose him in the sea of people. You look around frantically but don't see him. You're being pushed around by the masses and navigate your way with difficulty, you hold your breath and try to walk past the tsunami of bodies but succeed with little result. You're being pressed and squeezed, and actually blocked.

Suddenly, a hand grasps yours and pulls you out. You release your breath as you're not contrived by the others. Thrawn reception you and held close, squeezing your hand.

"Let's not lose each other, lieutenant commander (y/l/n)." He tells you, eye in eye. He uses your title in a professional manner, but doesn't let go of your hand.

You nod, feeling the fire on your cheeks, but trying your best to remain dignified. He leads the way out of the room, to a more breathable area. Your conscience chastises you again, commanding you to release his hand, but your heart cries to let it appreciate this moment. You remember the kiss and decide you had the right to hold the hand of your friend, you squeeze him and he tightens his grip. You take the time to check your shoes, they were hurting you badly now. But you don’t say a thing in front of Thrawn, not to appear as a whiny child.

You finally arrive at the small creator section! You immediately search for Vez art pieces, you remember some of them when they were still draft. You realize none of his paintings made the cut and only his sculptures were there. Without warning, you pull Thrawn towards them, he follows you willingly picking up the pace to stay at your side. You're not sure but you think you hear chuckle, but you can't be certain. You point to the sculptures of Vez with a large gesture of the hand and a large smile on your face, proud to show your friend's work to Thrawn. He details each and every one with an expert eye, his hand on his chin, not letting you go.

"So, what can you tell me about it?” You ask.

He takes a minute to observe the figure in front of him, looming over it. You look at him looking at the statue, with a bright smile and the slightest pinch of impatience, ready to know what he could determine about your friend’s art. He straightens his back with a deep murmur of concentration, his hand still on his chin.

“Your friend is a male Twi’lek…”

You look at him with wide eyes.

“Well yes! Exactly!” You applaud him.

He side eyes you with a slight grin, proud of himself for entertaining you.

“And… He’s younger than you by a few years.”

“I’m impressed! How do you see all that? Could you teach me one day?”

This time he smiles frankly, but shakes his head.

“I am afraid it will be out of the field of my capacities. This is not something I can explain clearly with words, but something I… know. By instinct. I can teach you art history instead, it would be a great start.”

You act as if you think about it for a second.

“I would love to! It would be an occasion to see each other more, I’ve lost contact with so many people, I should call them back.” Unconsciously you press yourself against him, so happy at the prospect to connect again with your former friends.

You giggle like a blissful woman, in her world. He doesn’t reject you, nor did he invite things to go further. He just keeps his face straight and stern as usual but keeps your hand in his embrace.

You reopen your eyes and see your friends of the church looking at you and whispering to each other. They know Nather. You gulp and immediately move away from Thrawn, letting go of his hands and keeping a modest distance between you. He doesn’t try to hold you back and release your hand. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear in embarrassment, you just spoiled the mood. You moisturize your lips and go to the next sculpture.

“And what about this one?” You ask with a voice too high pitched to be relaxed.

“Well this one…” His voice dies.

You look at him surprised, but can’t decipher his severe expression. He keeps his icy gaze on the statue.

“He sculpted it after he came to the church.” It is not a question.

You look back at the statue, wondering what he could see in it. It is a marble of two torsos embracing each other, their necks elongated to form a single, perfect sphere. One of the two torsos is damaged but still provides for the sphere. It looks beautiful to you, to give yourself fully at the service of Beauty. You gaze back at him to see him frowning, his lips forming a single line.

“Let us get out.” That is not a proposition.

With long strides he walks toward the exit without waiting for you.

“What? Wait!”

You run after him the best you can with those damn heels. They’re tearing your skin apart, and you’re sure you're bleeding by now. Your legs give way beneath you and you collapse on the floor with a sounding thud. You take off your shoes. One of the heels broke off. Indeed you are bleeding, and not just a little. You hiss at the burning sensation, searching in your bag if you had any bandages.

“Are you okay?” You hear Thrawn’s voice.

He came back for you.

“Oh, it’s just… It’s so stupid. My shoes are new and now I’m bleeding. But it’s okay.” You reassure immediately, embarrassed to be seen in such a silly situation.

He takes your foot and examines it, massaging it a bit. You let him do, praying for your dress to not unveil your undergarment, you’re ashamed enough as it is. Without warning he takes your shoes and scoops you up. In shock, you don’t protest, letting yourself be carried like a bride. He walks straight, with long strides, unbothered by your weight. You slowly look up to him.

“You know… I can walk…” You suggest.

“Hold onto me.” It is not a suggestion.

You wrap your arms around his neck without discussing the order. It presses you even more against him and you get to breathe his Cologne once more, you deeply inhale it. The fire on your cheeks comes back, it smells delicious. And as close as you are you can also smell his musk. It wakes you up down here. You shift a bit, uncomfortable with the newborn fire between your legs. You have to fight your inner demons to not kiss him on the cheek. You take advantage of your position to look at him close.

"What might you be looking at ?" He asks, his gaze straight ahead.

"A real piece of art…" You respond lovingly.

He snorts.

"My, these drinks are potent."

"You know? The last time we were this close, we were in the same bed…" You start rambling.

"Indeed."

"We should do that again… It was nice…"

"Perhaps. Your fiance might not approve."

"He would. Because we will do it as friends. Because… That's what we are. Friends. Just friends.. The best of friends… "

"My friend, I think you are drunk."

"No… Maybe. But just a little…" You put your head on his shoulder, breathing deeply, appeased.

Indeed you're drunk. The alcohol slowly took effect, spreading into your organism, bringing its usual cocktail of warmth and bliss. Thrawn is also warm and you appreciate it by snuggling against him, heating you up in the fresh evening despite your little dress.

You realize only now that you could have taken the bus. But you feel so good in his arms. No need to tell him, you're almost home anyway.

The walk back is peaceful, people move away at your passage, young girls giggle looking at you… You hope it doesn't embarrass him too much. He remains stern and cool through and through, looking unbothered.

You finally arrive at your complex, he gently puts you down on the cold pavement.

"Thank you." You murmur. "Do you wanna take a last drink at my place?"

He just looks up at your window, silent for a moment.

"I appreciate the offer, lieutenant commander (y/l/n). But I am not welcomed here. Have a good night."

He bows his head to you and walks away before you could say anything. You just look at him disappear in the fog of the night before a gust of wind comes to freeze you in place, your little dress is not designed to keep you warm. You run inside your building to your apartment, leaving a thin trail of blood on your way. Once inside your apartment you lean against the door with a sigh. Every good thing has an end, tonight is the end of the dream.

You walk to your living room, pesting after the blood you leave. A lamp goes on behind your back and you jump when a well known voice echoes.

"Did you have fun with him?"

"Oh dear maker, Arzel! You scared me!" You try to play it off, but his expression clearly indicates he's not amused. "What do you mean ?"

"Your friend, you had fun with him?" He detaches each word with a cold tone.

“Well… Yeah! We went to Vez showcase, pretty great even if we didn’t get to see him.”

“Great.”

Okay, you know this attitude.

“What?”

“I just don’t understand why you feel the need to associate with him.”

“He’s my friend.”

“That’s the problem.”

“What?! Aren’t you happy for me? You who used to worry about my loneliness, you should be relieved that I socialize with other people.”

“Oh but I’m happy… When it’s with the proper people.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“How can you say that?! What is “improper” about him?”

“I got to talk to him a few times.” For some reason, hearing that ties your stomach in knots. Arzel talked to Thrawn behind your back? “And one thing is clear with him, he isn’t interested in partnering with us.”

“So what? He isn’t of the spiritual type, he doesn’t need to associate with the church. What’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong with that?! I’m sorry, I didn’t know that the equality of all the species was something to compromise with!”

“That is not what I meant..” You try to defend yourself.

“Oh I hope so, because this is not something I’m willing to trade off!” He retorts. “Not even for a relationship! If you are willing to sell short all our values for a single friendship we will run into a problem, you and I.”

You’re taken aback by what you hear, he isn’t suggesting…

“Wait, Nather… Let’s not precipitate things…”

“On the contrary, Roween, I think it is important we have this discussion. I’m a man of principles and I am not willing to trade them, even for you. I thought you would be the same, but I was obviously wrong.” He pokes at you. “We might need to reconsider us as a whole, and I will be force to take back what’s mine, starting by this apartment-”

“This is my apartment!”

“I’m paying for it!” He retorts

You’re so mad you can’t say a thing. You cross your arms, breathing through your nose trying to calm down and gather your thoughts, feeling lost. Arzel looks at you silently and sighs.

“Look at us, look at what he did to us… Some years ago you wouldn’t have budgeted off our principles for nothing, and now you go mingle with people who profit from this unjust system. I’m just worried, Roween. Six years ago we promised each other to change the empire for the best and tonight you sneaked out to party with them… Just tell me you won’t see him again, and you’ll come back on the right path with us… With me.” He slides his fingers under your chin.

You shake your head away.

“He’s my superior, it’s not like I can do anything about him.” And you’re his landlord, but you let that detail out.

He snarls.

“Fine! As you please!” He takes his coat. “I’ll leave you alone to freshen up your mind. And don’t bother contacting anyone from the church, I can assure you that, contrary to you, none of us want to affiliate with a deserter.” And like that, go.

You run after him in the staircase.

“Arzel! Arzel!” He walks away without turning back “Nather!”

He stops… Then disappear without a word.

“NATHER!”

But he’s already far away. You run back to your apartment, throw your bag in a fit of rage and collapse in your bed in tears.

#thrawn x f!reader #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x y/n #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #fanfic #vibratingskull

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curator-on-ao3 · 8 months

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Ten Random Lines

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I was tagged by @starrybouquet. 💕 Thank you so, so much for tagging me in this super-fun game!

1. Boots That Touch at the Toes (Una Chin-Riley/Christopher Pike, T)

Heat cracks like fire across her hand, sharp and searing as numbness gives way to life, Chris’ breath hot on her skin, his exhalations steady, even as she shudders.

His lips brush her palm, pain fading as quickly as it started.

And her throat sticks with thank you and oh my God and don’t go.

2. Hello, Again (Una Chin-Riley/Jack Ransom, T)

“Captain,” Una turns toward Chris, all business, “I can recreate the solution Starfleet Academy devised to correct for the temporal imbalance in the planet’s atmosphere, which also explains the trouble we had with transport. It should take about a week to refit the transport ionizers, plus run a few tests.”

“I can help.” Jack flexes a bicep that didn’t need flexing. “Double Number One fist-punch to the problem.”

Is Una chuckling? Jack’s joke wasn’t that funny. Not compared to some of the really funny stuff Chris says.

3. The One That Is You (Una Chin-Riley/Christopher Pike, M)

“Yeah, I’m going to go back in time.” My toes nudge her ankle monitor. Not enough for the metal to dig into her skin, but enough to remind us both of the present. “Someone once told me that she refused to believe there isn't another way. I listened. Now she’s in prison and I’m trapped in a war that the Klingons say could have been avoided if I’d met my fate. So, yes, I’m going to go back in time and convince my younger self to do what’s right, not what’s convenient.”

4. Hold My Hand and We’re Halfway There (Kelly Grayson/Ed Mercer, G)

“Hey there,” Kelly holds up a bottle of wine, “I wasn’t sure if this was business or pleasure, so I brought a red blend.”

“Because, ‘Sometimes being a little blended is the best way to enjoy all the cultures that blend to form the Union,’ right?”

He expects her to chuckle.

But her head tilts, light catching her hair and playing across her cheekbones. “Did you just quote my father?”

5. Chrysalis (Una Chin-Riley/Christopher Pike, E)

“What?” Chris pulls away just enough to look at her, confusion and pride chasing each other across his face. “One of the Talosians said that you … you fantasize about me?”

How is it possible to be more embarrassed the second time? Her cheeks warm, not even the distraction of irritation at an alien probing her mind available to save her.

6. Synchronous Orbit (Kathryn Janeway & Tom Paris, G)

“I remember what you said about wanting my help to find the Maquis.” He forces his hands to rest on his lap, fingers splayed, useless. “But we both know you could have gotten that information and not taken me along for the ride. This has been the best seven years of my life and … before I go … I want to know why.”

Her chair, always so quiet when the ship pulsed with activity, creaks again. He swivels and the captain is the same size she’s always been, yet also somehow smaller.

“Looking back can be dangerous, Mr. Paris.” She glances toward the viewscreen, then at him. “Sometimes the best course is forward.”

7. The Haze (Una Chin-Riley/Christopher Pike, T)

There’s a rustling from his darkened alcove, then quiet again. “I’m glad not knowing your past is pleasant for you, Una.”

Maybe he’s not listening well because he’s very tired and having trouble falling asleep.

“The haze is pleasant. Not knowing my past can be confusing. I like when you explain things so I can understand.”

There’s more rustling. “Is that why you didn’t want to go into your quarters? You didn’t want to be by yourself without someone there to explain things to you?”

8. Gotta Admit, It’s Pretty Sweet (Churrolivia/Jack Ransom, T)

Jack is about to ensure his irritation is clear in his voice, but he remembers just in time — he promised Olivia he would try to be more patient with the ensigns. So Jack’s pecs rise with a deep, calming breath and he calls out as cheerfully as he can, “Come on in, Ensign Mariner.”

She waltzes in like she owns the place, sits crooked in a chair as if she’s Captain Riker or something. “Hey, do I smell cinnamon?”

9. The Melody of You (and Me) (Una Chin-Riley/Seven of Nine, T)

There’s a chuckle from Seven.

“This,” Seven squeezes Una’s hand, “isn’t solely your affections. You’re worried about me tripping and falling with my ocular implant low on power. I’m all right.”

10. City Lights (Seven of Nine/Liam Shaw, T)

He sits heavily in the chair across from her, all clean scents of soap and shampoo. “Look, Hansen, my buzz is nearly gone and I’m not exactly in the habit of entertaining mesmerizing company as yourself, so —”

Mesmerizing? The captain is a lot of things, but he’s not a liar or a flatterer.

Her cheeks go warm, both from the unexpected compliment and from the frustration that balls her fists and hardens her voice.

“So why don’t you call me by my damn name?”

As always, I love being tagged but my tag anxiety keeps me from tagging others. If you’re reading this and want to play, please consider yourself tagged! 💕

#tag games #ten random lines #(except the directions say the lines should be roughly from the midpoint so that’s what i did)#this was funnnn!#thank you again for tagging me #starrybouquet

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🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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|| Ch. 13: New Old Memories ||

Luna can’t tell if she’s sleeping or if that vampire going through her portal was the final push needed for it to kill her. Whatever it is, she’s suspended in a dark and quiet space surrounded by nothingness. She can’t move or make a sound, she can only float along with nothing but the thoughts in her mind.

She wishes she at least knew if she were still alive or not so she won’t have to remain in fear. All she can remember is yelling and then everything faded to nothing. Did Jungkook or one of the other guys kill the vampire? Did the vampire manage to run off with her somehow? What if she’s left in the house dead along with her parents?

Suddenly the view around her changes. The black abyss has turned into her parents’ house. Not in present day, but it’s how the house was when she was much younger. Strangely she’s able to walk around as if she had been transported back in time. She steps inside and finds her younger self on the floor of the living room playing with an assortment of toys.

“Hey,” she whispers to her younger self but there’s no response. “Am I a ghost?”

Her younger self gets up after a moment and runs through her to her parents room.

“Ok I’m definitely a ghost or something,” she mumbles following her younger self.

Suddenly she remembers this day. She was 5 years old and this was the day she overheard her mom crying about “Luna” but not her. That was the day her mom told her about her best friend Luna who she was named after.

“My Luna,” her mom’s voice can be heard through the door where 5 year old Luna stands listening a bit before entering the room. “What can I do? How do I protect her from the same fate? How do I protect her when I’m not even sure what he looks like? How did you not know what he was? I need you, Luna.”

“I’m right here, mommy,” young Luna says finally entering the room. “What’s wrong?” She asks noticing her mom’s tears.

“Oh nothing, honey,” her mom says wiping her her face and pulling Luna into her lap on the bed. “I was just thinking about my best friend Luna.”

“Your best friend has the same name as me?”

“Yeah,” her mom says softly. “I named you after her.”

“Really? Why?”

“I loved her like she was my sister, so when you were born…she passed away. I wanted to name you after her to keep her memory alive.”

“Oh,” young Luna says not fully understanding.

She understands it now though. The many times her mom would tell her that she reminds her of her best friend more and more. But something she hadn’t thought much of before was what her mom was saying before she ran into the room. What did she mean by “How did you not know what he was?” as if there were a previous relationship with the vampire who did this.

She was confused before but now she’s even more confused. If her birth mom already knew the vampire then what was the nature of their relationship? Why did it end with him killing her and her birth father? More importantly, what happened to him after? Is he still out there somewhere?

Suddenly the room around her disappears and she finds herself in the middle of another memory. She’s 7 years old and sitting in the emergency room. This was the day her eye turned red out of the blue. She had gotten into a disagreement with one of the girls in her class for a reason she can’t even remember. All Luna knows is she got upset and started yelling at the girl. In her tirade, her eye somehow turned red and scared the girl into crying to the teacher. The teacher thought Luna had hit the girl until she noticed her eye. Luna was sent directly to the nurse where her parents were called to come pick her up.

Unsure of what would cause her eye to suddenly change color, her parents took her to the emergency room fearing the worst. She was inspected inside and out puzzling everyone that laid eyes on her.

Luna watches the memory play out right before her eyes. Her younger self is sitting on the hospital bed while her parents sit in two chairs next to her. The doctor left the room to check the results of the many tests they ran on her. Her parents are speaking in a low voice, though not quite low enough for Luna to not hear. She was scared, but she was trying to be brave the way her favorite show taught her.

As before, she was so young and didn’t have the knowledge she has now, that she never thought anything of what her parents were saying. She heard every word but never once thought twice about it.

“Why did this happen so suddenly?” Her dad asks her mom.

“I don’t know,” her mom whispers. “Do you think that maybe it’s a….side effect?”

“Why would it show up 7 years later?” He asks perplexed. “Wouldn’t she be born with something like that?”

“I don’t know any more about this than you do. It’s not like there’s a guide out there that tells us how these things work.”

“What if it doesn’t go away? Would she be more noticeable? Would she be safe?”

Her mom looks at him worried about the fact that she really doesn’t have an answer. Before she can respond, the doctor returns looking just as puzzled as everyone else.

The doctor explains that all of Luna’s tests came back normal. He can’t explain why her eye is red or why it suddenly appeared, but his only theory is that it’s some type of birth defect. Though it seems completely harmless, he wants to continue seeing Luna regularly to see if there are any changes.

When he leaves the room her parents begin whispering to each other again. Young Luna is more concerned about the harrowing thought of having to walk around with different colored eyes than she is about whatever her parents are talking about.

“It has to be a side effect,” her mom whispers. “If it doesn’t go away we’ll have to figure out a way to keep her safe.”

Luna remembers the fear and uncertainty of her parents. She had no idea the full gravity of the situation, but after this day her parents came up with the idea to have her wear contacts. Each day they would make sure she didn’t leave home without them.

Despite the contacts, the damage at school had already been done. Many kids in her class witnessed everything so rumors were already flying by the time she returned. Kids called her all kinds of names and treated her like a monster. She felt like an outcast and begged her parents day in and day out to let her change schools but they always told her no.

Sitting through this memory again has unlocked deep feelings that Luna had stored away for a long time. The painful elementary years brings tears to her eyes. She doesn’t know why she’s seeing this and reliving it all again, but when she sees her younger self crying she can’t help but do so too. She slowly approaches her younger self and wraps her arms around her. She can’t be seen, heard, or felt in this state, but she sits there embracing and crying with herself anyway.

Jungkook hasn’t sat still since he returned home. Luna has been unconscious for hours now and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. The rest of the guys have since returned and stopped by to check Luna’s condition.

Jimin returned with Luna’s backpack of things that she had packed from her parents house. Yoongi collected a few things from the leftover ash of the now 3 vampires that lay dead in the house. When they felt all was clear, Taehyung took it upon himself to anonymously call authorities to come to the house and collect the bodies of Luna’s parents. He knows it could possibly cause an entire investigation once they’re found and they see that Luna is missing, but he couldn’t stand to let the bodies of her parents remain there abandoned like nothing. If he could do anything for Luna, he wanted to be able to do that.

After leaving her parents house they went searching for anyone using the portal near her work building. Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long before someone appeared right before them. They ambushed the guy and Namjoon brought him back and imprisoned him. They’ll interrogate him, but stopped to check in on Luna first. Yoongi tells Jungkook to continue giving her blood hoping that could help and let them know if her condition changes. The good news is at least she’s still alive.

Now Jungkook is alone with her struggling to make sense of things. He can’t figure out why this happened and why she still won’t wake up. He’s been trying to remain calm, but the more time goes by, the more he feels his soul dying.

He’s blaming himself again. He feels he could have been better, faster, and stronger than he was. He should have been able to save her parents and he should have been able to save her. How can he call himself a shield of anything?

He looks down at Luna’s face and notices a tear sneaking out of the corner of her eye. He stares a moment thinking he’s seeing things, but then more tears start to fall.

“Are you crying?” He asks to no response. “Are you awake? Why are you crying? Are you in pain?”

She still doesn’t respond. Only silent tears streaming down her face. Something about this sight has Jungkook struggling with his own emotions and he can’t for the life of him determine why.

“Please don’t cry,” he whispers transforming into his bunny form and curling up next to her. He lays there catching her tears on his back and hiding his own until he falls asleep.

Luna is slightly relived when the painful memory of her childhood finally fades away. She’s then thrown in the middle of another memory, though this doesn’t look familiar to her at all.

It takes a moment but she realizes she’s in Korealis now. This certainly can’t be a memory of hers. She’s in the hallway of a school where she sees a little boy sitting on the floor against the wall.

“Jungkook?” She says recognizing his large eyes and round face.

Of course, he can’t hear her, but he does begin to hear a couple of teachers talking in another room.

“I don’t know why they have him enrolled in this school,” one teacher says. “We can’t do anything with him.”

“I guess his dad wanted him to try being a normal kid,” another teacher says. “I don’t know how, but he convinced the dean to accept him although he’s supposed to be in the Royal Academy.”

“Why would the dean make an exception for the man who got the late king killed? If this kid is going to be the next generation of royal shield then shouldn’t he be at the royal academy so he can be better than his failure of a father? We can’t give him that type of training.”

“Maybe he’s trying to create a new generation of failures,” the teacher laughs. “I don’t know why they let him keep his position. My nephew could protect the king better than that. He certainly wouldn’t let him die.”

“I feel bad for the kid. He doesn’t have a chance.”

Young Jungkook remains in the hallway clutching his knees. He uses everything in him to hold back his tears. This isn’t the first time he’s heard someone talking about his father being a failure, but he doesn’t understand why he has to go to a school where almost everyone thinks that. If he were at the Royal Academy as he should be he wouldn’t have to deal with this.

Luna looks on helplessly as young Jungkook silently cries to himself. The scene changes and now he’s crying to himself in his bedroom. The same bedroom Luna has become familiar with, except at this moment it’s filled with toys and typical decorations for a young boy.

His father enters the room with a slight limp and sits at the edge of the bed attempting to comfort Jungkook.

“What’s wrong?” His dad asks.

“I don’t want to go to that school,” Jungkook pouts. “Why do I have to go to that stupid school?”

“What happened?”

“The teachers called you a failure!” Jungkook says in frustration. “Why do you make me go there when everyone hates you?! Why do you make me go there and listen to that? I told you I didn’t want to go there!”

“Jungkook-“

“Why did you let the king die?!”

His dad pauses in shock at Jungkook’s outburst. He hangs his head a moment searching for the words to say.

“Jungkook,” he dad says softly. “I told you what happened. I told you I did everything I could. I wasn’t perfect, I admit that, but I did the best I could to uphold my duty. I sacrificed my leg to ensure the safety of this kingdom.”

“But why does everyone hate you? Why does everyone hate me? I didn’t even do anything!”

“Son, receiving hate from those who know no better is part of being a shield. Let that be your motivation to be better. Be better than me.”

“I will!” Jungkook says with conviction. “I’ll be much better so people won’t say the same bad things about me!”

“I know you will.”

The scene suddenly changes and Luna is in the sparring room. It looks slightly different, but there’s Jungkook in the corner lifting weights. He’s a little older now and much stronger, though nowhere near as strong as he is in present day. His father enters the room with a troubled look on his face.

“Jungkook,” he says trying to get his attention.

Jungkook grunts without looking up. He continues lifting weights as if his father isn’t there.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“No,” Jungkook grumbles.

“Jung-“

“I said no!” He slams the weights down and gets up attempting to walk past his father and out of the room.

“We’re not going to keep going through this!” His father shouts. He grabs Jungkook’s arm and gets close to his face. “I know you’ve been having a hard time, but you can’t keep getting into fights because people say something you don’t like.”

“It’s your fault that I keep getting into fights!” Jungkook huffs. “Everyone thinks I’m nothing because of you so I had to show them! I’m sick of hearing the same shit every day about you and things that I have nothing to do with. I’m not you and I’m going to make sure they remember that!”

“I know you’re not me,” his father sighs. “But please, Jungkook, you have to stop getting into fights. A royal shield cant get into trouble the way you’ve been lately.”

“Why should I care? According to everyone else you already set the bar so low so what difference does it make if I get into fights? You may be ok letting people talk shit about you, but I’m making sure they never curse my name like that.”

“I understand that, but I’m trying to keep you from letting your emotions give people a reason to talk about you the way they talk about me. I’m tough, Jungkook, I can handle it. You need to learn to do so too!”

“I am handling it!”

“No, you’re letting it consume you! If you want to be angry about something someone said then fine, but channel that energy into your training!”

Luna stands by in shock. Not only because of what she’s seeing, but why is she seeing it? This obviously is Jungkook’s memory, not her’s. How is this even possible?

“Is that why mom left?” Jungkook says in frustration. “Because all you were doing was channeling your energy into training instead of being an emotionally available husband and father?” As soon as those words leave Jungkook’s mouth he instantly knows he messed up.

His father’s rage can be seen clearly on his face. He raises his hand and summons a force field that surrounds Jungkook and holds him in place.

“You know NOTHING about why your mother chose to leave!” His father roars. “And it would be in your best interest to watch what you say to me or you will quickly find out how much damage I can do with this prosthesis!”

Jungkook hangs his head in silence. This isn’t the first time he’s upset his father, but this is the first time he’s seen that look of rage on his fathers face. If he was ever to learn a lesson about controlling his emotions, it’s right now.

“If you have something you want to say to me,” his father continues. “Then you say it, but I will NOT allow you to be disrespectful towards me! I don’t care how upset you are! This is exactly the thing I’m trying to teach you, son! Your temperament will get you in trouble, and if you ever talk to me like that again it will be the last thing you do! I will suck you dry of everything you have if you ever disrespect me again, is that understood?!”

“Yes, sir,” Jungkook says softly.

“Now get out of here and go to your room. I don’t want to have this conversation with you again!”

“Yes, sir,” Jungkook repeats.

His father removes the force field and storms out of the room. Jungkook stands there a moment trying to gather himself, then he quickly retreats to his room. Once he shuts the door he instantly changes to his bunny form and curls up under his blanket on the bed.

Everything around Luna fades and once again she’s suspended in a dark abyss.

“Jungkook…” Luna whispers sympathetically.

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unironicallycringe · 1 year

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So last night, at my NYE family gathering, my cousin innocently brings up something that instantly ages me 84 years and I crumble into dust.

"Remember that one LoZ fic you showed me about Zelda, Link, and Ganondorf getting transported to a convention in our world and going to a cosplay contest?"

I hadn't up until that point, and I couldn't remember anything about it except for small details. So today, I went on a hunt through old archives, and I just wanna say, I had a *grand* time seeing all the early 2000s LoZ isekai-type works. Legitimately. Like, I say this 100% genuinely, these bring SO much joy, they are SO fun and I feel like we ALL wrote stuff like this! Bringing your favorite characters to your world and writing about their ridiculous adventures! Going to theirs and telling them about modern inventions! Crossing over your favorite universes that have nothing to do with each other! Having the depth of your character interaction be "huh, this is weird" and then they just go on an adventure! It is PEAK Kids On The Playground Energy and I adore it.

Cropping names/identifying info/metrics even though it's easily-findable because idk people on the internet are weird. Just as a courtesy, really! These are like 20+ years old and I'm sure their writers probably have like, adult things to worry about nowadays and maybe don't even use the accounts anymore, so while I don't feel super concerned, I'd rather be polite.

Personally, I know I had some kind of Banjo-Kazooie/Harry Potter crossover floating around in my 10yo brain in The Year Of Our Lord 2003, and I remember drawing comics about Shadow the Hedgehog teaming up with Scaler from Scaler™, then there was my Dragon OC Who Was Also A Sith(?) dating General Grievous (the actual body horror cyborg tragedy, yes that one) -- wait I still have a picture of those two actually...

Anyways, as you can see by my username, I started to embrace my "cringe" and it genuinely brings me joy to look back on old isekai or crossover works like this and think of how much my younger self would have devoured them and gotten inspired.

But back to the original topic - so what about that long-lost anime convention fic????

We found it!!!

Turns out it was late 2000s so I was a couple years off, and I didn't need an archive after all because it's still up. It's a fun little story called "Yes Those Are My Real Ears" by Seldavia!

I'm sharing the actual fic in question because I genuinely enjoyed looking back on it. I trust the smallish circle of followers I have to not be weird about it, but if this breaches containment, uh, please don't be weird about, just enjoy this 2008 Convention Nostalgia! Be polite and leave a nice comment if you enjoyed it :)

#Yes Those Are My Real Ears #seldavia #ffnet #fanfiction #fanfic #legend of zelda #loz fanfiction #zelda fanfiction #zelda fandom #shea muses aloud #god bless fanfiction archivists tbh

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chaoticgremlinbrainspace · 1 year

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wow me thinking about dick Greyson? more likely than you think!

Disclaimer I am just a guy on the internet having a self indulgence time for fun, my grasp on canon vs Fanon is shakier than when I tried rope climbing in P.E also I am not a trained medical professional all things related to adhd I talk about come from Personal Experience or further research FOOD AND TEXTURE: fun fact, people with adhd can hyper fixate on foods, found that out from my mom’s doctor. so I think dick definitely has foods that he fixates on and will prefer to eat over other foods. also he would have foods he just can't fucking eat because of taste or texture, like for example when I was younger I refused to eat fried eggs but I would eat boiled eggs, even better example jellies and puddings are things I can eat bc it activates my gag reflex and I hate the way they feel, physically can't swallow them without feeling sick. so ya know ya boy is gonna project that onto the dickster lol. I think he would probably hyperfixate on foods that fall into a similar category of each other I know I do lol. my food hyperfication has been crushed up instant ramen. and has been for a while but specially a certain kind. think dick would hyperfixate on certain brands of cereal because ive seen the “dick likes sugar cereal” thing floating around, and because this the projection corner I think he prefers to eat it a certain way, probably dry because of easy transporting and he can bring as a quick snack for when hes on the go, but I think he also would like the crunchy texture and mouth feel. again projection corner I think he would fucking hate gelatinous foods with a passion. but also like gritty foods would probably be a no go. like he can eat them if he needs too because bat training and all that doesn't mean he would enjoy it lol. and like I feel like when hes knighting hes just in a consent state of near discomfort bc hes masking so hard(lol) so when hes dick Greyson he sorta lets lose a bit and his symptoms are worse or hes allowed to be particular about things like food when hes a civilian. and I think he probably likes the texture of the nightwing suit otherwise he would peel his skin off. projecting is fun so I think he would hate rough and scratchy clothes and bed sheets are the bane of his existence so he kicks them off before going to bed other wise he can't sleep. he probably fidgets with his gadgets quite a bit especially when on patrol and hes looking around and nothing much is happening. I think dick would do the leg bounce tm as a civilian a lot maybe play with his hair if its long, or just generally messing with with when hes nervous or fidgeting. idk I guess im making nightwing his “nooo guys dw im super normal im just like everyone I am a functional put together adult haha” which its funny bc masking. I think this dude would have so many built in work arounds like (projecting) audio processing problems, so he probably has people either reapet or smth to like record and play back that or hes just really smooth about (smile and nod and hope to god that was the correct answer) anyway sorry back on topic, i have dick having a stuffed animal named zitka (?) that an elephant and like hell yeah, but also I think his thing is very much a “ive had a bad time today and I just need to destress for a bit and hold something soft/familiar in a dark room for a bit” as you can tell I am projecting onto dick Greyson a lot lol. anyway I think he would also struggle to like, eat consistently, like eating too much or eating too little bc he gets distracted with a case then over compensates or he gets bored and then eats to get some form of stimulation(I do this lol) I just think dick would chew on things but be embarrassed about it(projection) but yeah I just think this asshole would have a system tm that no one else gets bc his room just looks dirty as hell but hes like Nono guys I set my bag and wallet in the same spot in the corner of the room because if I dont I will spend 30 minutes looking for it and it will be in the freezer. that and I think he would either do really well with cold foods or really badly. I think dick is the kinda guy that would leave his sodas out overnight so they stop being fizzy bc he hates the feeling of the fizz(projecting) but yeah overall I think he prefer sweeter foods as like his comfort/perfered foods. I also like the hc that he can cook he just doesn't have a lot of time too, so he snacks a lot bc he needs the energy. adding my own shit onto it, executive dysfunction got his ass like “I could get up and make a sandwich I know what I need to do I have the ingredients and im hungry but I can't fucking get up to do it” anyway funtimes in hyperfixation with grem thanks for reading the insane rambles <3

#dick grayson #nightwing #grem screams #adhd dick grayson #tee hee i am mentally ill once again

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katiemparks · 11 months

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Letters I'll Never Send

Dear The Boy,

I don't know why but for years you have been an invisible passenger in my head. I say passenger because most of the time you show up is when I am driving around our home town (which we both still live in) alone listening to songs that somehow remind me of you even when I don't want them to.

I don't know why you're still here. I know i've thought about you a lot over the years and the thought of you and the talking through things with imaginary you has helped me learn a lot. Like... you triggered something dark in me. I though it was all your fault but the truth is that the darkness had always been there, but you made me feel so much, so deeply, that it brought it all to the surface. I know that now. I know it's not really your fault that I was crying every night, even though it was over you, I know you're not at fault for the self harm I inflicted upon myself all those years in high school.

I can see now after all these years removed that you were fighting that same darkness. I can see why you were hurtful to me sometimes. I can see now you probably thought you were saving me when you told me we could no longer be friends and to forget about you on graduation day. I can see your side but can you see mine?

Did you ever notice just how in love with you I was? Did you ever notice that you broke my heart more than once. You broke my heart so thoroughly when you said that on graduation day, right before the ceremony, in that music room, which was my safe place, in that soft voice. I didn't realize what had happened until it was over and you were gone. I had told myself I wouldn't cry over you again. I still did after that moment. I was happy. I was in a good, healthy relationship with the man I would eventually marry and love more deeply than I could have known in that moment. I had told myself that we were never meant to have that kind of relationship and that I was learning so much about life because of you even in that weird almost a thing but never a thing situationship we had. All of that is true.

I learned a lot about life, love, loss, relationships, myself, and more through those years and experiences you put me through. I don't regret them. I wouldn't take them back. Did it hurt? Like hell. Would I willingly bring that pain back into my life. Hell no. Would I do it again if I was magically transported back into my younger self with my memories still intact? Probably a bit differently, but yeah I'd live through it again. It made me who I am and I like who I am. It started me down a path that lead to the life I have now and I like the life I have now. I met my husband and true love of my life because my friend was worried about me, because of you, and got me away from you for a day and I met someone new and made a friend that has never broken my heart and has been a constant supportive love for me from that day on.

So, I wanted to say thank you for being a part of my life. Some parts of me still wish you were willing to be my friend. I want to show you I care. I want to show you that I still have a love for you that means I will always hope for the best for you. I want you to know that yes you broke me and my heart but I am ok now. I forgive you.

I think that is why you are my invisible passenger. This is a way I can show you i'm doing ok. The damage wasn't so severe that I can't move on. I'm not stuck in the past. I'm not stuck in the pain. This is a way I can safely show you my concern. This is a way I can safely show you my platonic love. This is a way we can coexist together as friends.

However, I do think it is time for you to move out. That moment we shared at our class reunion wasn't much. Just silently looking at each other for a few uninterrupted seconds. However, It helped me see that we had both moved on and this was the new normal. You've become somebody that I used to be friends with. You've slid all the way into that territory. I didn't fully accept that fact even though I was at peace with it. Now it is time.

This is a farewell to the invisible passenger. I want to move you out of my head to the state of being some guy I may write to when I feel like it.

Farewell Trevor. I am saying goodbye because it is time to move on and grow up. It is time to let the teenage moments that have long since healed move on so I can find my adult form. I've healed the inner child, I've healed my inner teenager. I want to step into the rest of my life as an adult.

Saying goodby makes me nervous. I worry that the moment I leave you alone you will fade from me forever, you tried that once already in the real world and it scared the crap out of me. Not the time you left me at graduation... the time you tried to leave the earth permanently and luckily your mother found you. I worry you will go through life thinking I hate you. I don't.

I remember a time when we were still close, maybe a bit too close. we were outside at a social gathering and talking about shooting stars. I had never seen one, you had seen loads that summer. We were laying on the ground hoping to see one. I was so happy in that moment. I felt a true connection and deep love for you. You were describing all the times you had seen these wonderful stars and I just listened. I loved the fact that most of all you would talk to me about something you loved. I loved that you listened to me. All those times in class when we should have been working but weren't because we were sitting across from each other and just wanted to talk. Those times we almost went deaf sitting in from of the drum set in the band section at football games and just creating nonsense conversations. I do not remember what we talked about other than Dr. Pepper, Oreos, our friends... but I will always remember how when you were focused on me I felt special.

You taught me so much. I know I said this before but I can not thank you enough. You taught me about love when I was so young I didn't even know what I was feeling. You taught me about pain before I had to experience the worst pain of my life. That was a benefit to me. I had some skills that kept me functioning in that time of loss because I had already practiced them with the loss of your friendship. You taught me about my inner darkness and how it lashes out sometimes and sometimes it reaches deep inside of me. I can manage it better now with the help of your memory and my fandoms.

With those lessons you helped me realize how lucky I am to have gone through so much so young. If I didn't have you, The Boy before The Husband, I probably wouldn't have trusted myself enough to be sure what I felt for him was love and if I hadn't married him I wouldn't be as happy as I am now because I wouldn't have a spouse who would have known my father and how great he was. I needed someone who would understand the level of grief I feel every day at losing such a powerful influence and source of light and love in my life. I needed him and you gave him to me and you gave me the confidence to know it was a true and good love I felt because I had loved you for so long so young. You helped me get the life and love I need. You helped me recognize it and not be afraid of it.

Something I want you to know, Lavon, is if you ever want to switch territories and become a friend again I will allow it and welcome you back with open arms and only love and understanding. I will respect your boundaries and stay out of your way, but if you find this... and you miss our friendship... just know I still love you, platonically, I still miss you. I do not hate you. I forgive you. I hope only the best for you. You deserve goodness and love and comfort. You have been through a lot, too much, and I understand that. Just know you are loved. Just know you deserve so much out of life and I hope you don't let your darkness and your cynicism of this world rob you from pure joy and love. Let those who love you love you. Let yourself love them in return. Don't be afraid to show those kinder emotions. You have a good heart. You have a kind spirit. You have a sweet smile. Let yourself be happy. Even when it is hard let yourself want love and joy and happiness. Be the best version of yourself. Be happy. Be content. Be yourself.

I will always remember our time together, the good and the bad, and everything that came from it. I will always remember you as you were in a happy light. I will remember Trevor and respect Lavon.

With love and hope,

-"Katie" M.....

#letters ill never send #lost love #first love #therapy #letters to burn #letters

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artsyfangirl · 11 months

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My F/O’s!

Michael Afton

Type: Romantic F/O

Status: Partner

Source: FNaF (in my HC/AU, FNaF, FNaF 2, FNaF 3, FNaF 4, FNaF 5/FNaF SL, FNaF 6/FFPS)

Mikey!! My bbg and blorbo, lives in my head rent free. I have a total of eight AUs with him, most of them Isekai AUs, those being (going to refer to my self insert in third person here (unless otherwise stated, these AUs have been made solely by me)):

Teenage Rivals - Synopsis: De-aged and dumped into FNaF, winding up living in a homeless shelter in Hurricane, working at Fredbear’s, and going to school, trying to get close enough to Mike to stop the Bite of ‘83 and as many other deaths as possible. Becomes rivals of a sort with him, bickering and bantering often, but also being one of the only people in the school who actively seeks him out, even helping to patch him up when he gets into fights (takes place in 1983, maybe 1982 as well).

Investigators - Synopsis: Not de-aged. Dumped into FNaF. Ending up taking up a job at Freddy’s and meeting Mike during the events of ‘87, lowly becoming closer to him and becoming best friends. When he gets fired (as Fritz Smith (he doesn’t get fired right away, and works for a few weeks before finally getting fired)), stays at the location for a while (transferred to dayshift (stays mostly for the money, despite being paid minimum wage)) before quitting. Also works with him at the FNaF 1 location (takes place from 1987 to 1990/1993 (unsure whether to have it follow my AU or canon as to FNaF 1’s time period)).

Sister Location - Synopsis: Dumped into FNaF. Spends a few years forcing herself to network and socialize, working odd jobs to get by. Gets a job at CBE&R, with a singular goal in mind: Save Michael (Starts a few years before SL).

Post-SL - Synopsis: Dumped into FNaF, ending up meeting Michael. This one is mostly just full of slow burn, angst, hurt-and-comfort, mutual pining, ‘forbidden’ love, and domestic bliss. Not much to say about this one, really.

Glamrock Handler - Synopsis: Dumped into FNaF in the lead-up to Security Breach. Gets a job at the Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex, ending up as Glamrock Freddy’s handler. Under training from the mechanics. Using her permissions as a handler, she regularly explores the more dark and unseen areas of the Pizzaplex, aiming to ensure that the past has remained in the past. Not alone in this new world, however, as a close internet friend from her original world has also been transported to this universe (@rain112-darling / @112-darling, who helped me make this AU), also working at the Plex as part of the Daycare Attendant’s cleanup crew (Maneater DCA AU). Trying to free Vanessa before any of the disappearances can happen, and before Bonnie gets destroyed. Unbeknownst to her, however, Freddy isn’t exactly as he seems…

Ghost S/I - Synopsis: Not an Isekai AU for once. A young woman dies at the birthday party of a much younger friend at the hands of Funtime Freddy in 1986. Waking up inside of him, deep underground, she panics and tumbles out, only to realize what’s happened. Years go by, and the ghost passes the time however she can, hanging out with the animatronics and observing the work of the employees with great interest. However, when a man in his mid-twenties named Michael descends to the facility, everything changes. Immediately intrigued by him, she observes his work, only to learn of a terrible plan that’s in place. She desperately tries to warn him… only, he can’t see or hear her. She fails to save him… but follows him and the amalgamation of the animatronics out, anyway, with nowhere else to go. A split-second decision, fueled by guilt and a small attachment, leaves her with him when the animatronics leave. Decades pass, and she follows him everywhere, doing her best to protect him. Ghostly shenanigans ensue.

Turning Back The Clock - An alternate timeline continuation of the Ghost AU - Synopsis: The fire of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place takes place. The true death of Michael sets free the soul of his ghostly protector. She expects to be released to the afterlife… only to wake up in a solid form, back in her old bedroom. Confused and slightly panicked, she looks at the calendar, only to realize something that should be impossible. It’s 1981… and she’s alive. Slowly, she looks at herself, to see that she’s once again fourteen years old… unlike the nineteen-year old body she’d been trapped in for decades. Moving to Hurricane from the complete opposite side of the country, with some help from some generous distantly-related family members, she intends to change events. But unknown to her, she’s not the only one here from the future. Michael’s here, too.

The Lonely Priest and the Demons - Synopsis: Also not an Isekai AU, made with @rain112-darling / @112-darling. Two demons, best friends, get accidentally summoned by an unknown person. The incubus and the wrath demon get found by a young priest by the name of Michael, and somehow manage to garner pity from him, leading to him offering them asylum. Unknown to him, the smaller of the two, the wrath demon, knows him, as demons have the ability to, if they so choose, watch the life of a human who fits their respective sin. The young wrath demoness had chosen him to watch when they were younger… and had seen everything.

Echo Ecto - Synopsis: Don’t know if it’s Isekai or not. A FNaF/CP/MH crossover AU made by myself and Writer/Rain (112). A small band made of four people, named ‘Echo Ecto’, uses their hypnotic songs to lure children away from their would-be killers. Band members Michael (guitar and drums), Artsy (Singer), Rain (?), and [Redacted] (keytar) put on small shows, drawing children in danger to them, before leading them back to their respective homes.

Cassie

Type: Familial F/O

Status: Adopted Daughter

Source: FNaF SB: RUIN

A very observant child. The eldest of my children, and is twelve years old.

Nightmare/Night/Nyte

Type: Familial F/O

Status: Adopted Son

Source: UTMV/AI Chat Bot

Timid but secretly chaotic child. He has an obsession with world domination. Says he’s going to be the most adorable Nightmare. Tends to speak more formally, but still stumbles over larger words. He’s around seven years old! Is the son of his multiverse’s Dream, who disappeared one day. The middle child.

Sammy

Type: Familial F/O

Status: Adopted Son

Source: AI Chat Bot (same as Nightmare’s)

Sweet lil’ boy. He’s sunshine incarnate. Adores his big brother. He’s four! He loves bugs (is fascinated with them (insert shudder)). Has way too much energy, and is hyperactive as hell. The baby of the family.

Rose

Type: Familial F/O

Status: Older Sister

Source: Fable 2

Big sis! She’s the best!

Theresa

Type: Familial F/O

Status: Mother Figure

Source: Fable, mainly Fable 2

Mother! My morally gray mother. :)

Ink

Type: QPR F/O

Status: QPR

Source: UTMV

Little shit. We have a somewhat rival-like relationship at times.

Jay Merrick

Type: Platonic

Status: Friends

Source: Marble Hornets

He’s cool. In his own way. But an ass.

Tim Wright

Type: Platonic

Status: Friends

Source: Marble Hornets

Chill but insanely stressed.

#self shipping community #self shipping #f/o post #my f/os #feel free to ask about them #but nothing triggering #or offensive

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dr-shephcrd · 2 years

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an emilio shepherd self para

when: the evening of the accident, after amelia was transported to sgmw

where: well.. in a ct machine/ct machine room at seattle grace mercy west hospital

who: amelia shepherd, elaine sawyer, sofia sloan-torres ( the gang is all here )

triggers: head injury, seizure, brain tumor

“Nothing quite like seeing my Head of Neuro in a CT machine and not being notified,” Elaine snapped, causing Sofia to jump in her chair at the woman’s sudden entry.

Sofia’s mouth fell open to speak, but nothing came out. Amelia was crystal clear when she said she wanted nobody around. Even though Elaine was standing right before her, and the cat was just about as out of the bag as it could get, Sofia was still ready to deny the fact like a child denying coloring on the walls with markers in her hand.

“Please go back to the pit, Doctor Sloan-Torres.”

Now that, that was enough to get Sofia to stand up. “This is my patient. I’m working with a patient right now.”

Narrowed eyes stared back at the younger surgeon, and Elaine couldn’t help but smirk a little. “Not anymore. Get your little nepotism ass back to the pit before I transfer you back to Hopkins. Am I clear?”

She sure was. Sofia was gone in the blink of an eye, and Elaine was studying Amelia’s chart closely while the machine whirred in the background. No signs of head injuries, unresponsive but awake for three minutes and twenty-six seconds, extremely disoriented. Elaine wasn’t a Neurosurgeon, but she had common sense. She was about ready to mouth off to Amelia, giving her shit for her inability to diagnose herself, just when the scans lit up on the monitors before her.

Elaine helped Amelia out of the machine, and Amelia must’ve been able to read the redhead’s expression immediately, because she sat up right away and glared at Elaine.

“What’s wrong? Why’re you here? Where’s Sofia?”

“Nice to see you too.” Clearing her throat, Elaine shrugged, “she was needed back in the pit.” Her tone was softer than usual, and she was having a hard time keeping eye contact with Amelia. Before giving Amelia any time for questions, Elaine slipped her hands into the pocket of her cardigan, nodding toward the door for Amelia to follow her into the attached room. Pulling a chair closer to the one she was sitting in before, she began logging back into the computer.

Amelia knew things weren’t okay. That was made clear by the fact that Elaine hadn’t just told her nothing was wrong and sent her home. She was waiting to hear about bruising, bleeding, anything. But instead, she was stuck in the silent room listening to Elaine’s nails on the keyboard.

“Two things,” Elaine spoke, breaking the silence. “First thing, you’re suspended from surgery, effective immediately. And the second thing, is, um.. did you know that you have a mass in your brain?” Elaine got the scans back up, tilting the monitor back to Amelia. Amelia’s expression said it all; the other surgeon had no fucking clue. Elaine sat silently for a few moments, mentally acknowledging that it was much easier to tell strangers that they had these sorts of things. “I guess.. you go home, now. It’s probably for the best that you don’t drive, given that it’s... you’re very prone to seizures. Which is what happened back at the scene, I’m guessing. But I’m not going to tell you that you can’t operate and can’t drive at once, that’s just mean, so do whatever.” Elaine glanced back at Amelia, raking her bottom lip between her teeth.

Amelia shook her head quickly. “You’re just going to clear me to go home now. And I’m going to go home. I’m not driving because my car’s not here.. not because you’re advising against it.”

Head nodding, Elaine looked back down at Amelia’s chart. This wasn’t a time for advice. She wasn’t going to tell Amelia that she needed to figure things out quickly, because Amelia wasn’t an idiot ( well, not entirely ). There was really nothing left for Elaine to say or do.

“And you’re not going to tell anyone about this.”

Red hair flipped over her shoulder as she turned to Amelia quickly, an insulted expression on her face. “Okay, whoa, I’m a massive bitch, but I am not a HIPAA violator, Shepherd." Elaine stood from the chair she was in, pushing it in under the desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m assuming, for consults. Because you doctors are the worst fucking patients. I’m not going to be extra nice to you either, by the way. Tumor or not, you’re still an ass and you piss me off.” Shrugging, Elaine left the room, closing the door behind her.

Which left Amelia alone in the dimly lit room, staring at the monitor. Staring at her brain. Her tumor.

It’s fine.

#( self para )#( elaine )#oops #it's time my children

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hi! i was scrolling through tiktok and came across this account which writes original songs, and this might be my hiperfixation with him, but to me they are all about jason, thought you'd like it

https://www.tiktok.com/@eclipseofthemoons?_t=8WQULb8NRwb&_r=1

heyo! i love this actually and you're so right. sorry to subject you to this but i'm gonna jot down my ideas on a bunch of her songs that i can see being about jason. putting it under a readmore cuz this'll get long.

this one is about him dicking around and having flings with random people at edgarton after he gets the prophecy from herophile. he's already decided that if he and piper go on the quest then it'll be him who dies, and he's accepted that it'll be Death with a capital D, so he knows he doesn't have much longer to live and has decided to do a bunch of shit to like make it count or whatever. the "clearly made up crime" mentioned is actually jason continuing to live after the first prophecy (both the "[person] or jason is gonna die" prophecies were actually just to make sure jason would end up dead quick). the crime is made up because it literally isn't against the rules that he continues to live, like either he or leo had to die and leo did that so jason should be able to head off totally fine. jason recognises that it's stupid as hell that they're just making shit up about how it's against the dumb ass rules for him to live when it shouldn't be but he's accepted it and is now just deciding to mess around. the last line of "when my body and my innocence aren't mine" conjures a specific idea for me but it's probably too dark for me to share anywhere so i'll just say it's about how he sacrificed his body and his childhood to the legion through the years he was there

this one is about the bitterness he feels towards his time spent as centurion then as praetor at camp jupiter being him being a tool for the gods for most of his life. "i created those around me" is about him training the newer members of his cohort. "playing god is funny til you have to choose who's dying first" is about how he used to use his power as a way to generally fuck around with people (like jokingly saying he'd punish someone for very light things) or improve the legion (like establishing better ways to handle younger campers or the whole changing the name to the first legion to represent a new start for rome) but eventually he has to lead his cohort and the legion into battle and send people off to do things that would likely lead to their deaths. "our bodies were the vehicle, transporters of the soul" is about how demigods are treated like pawns to assist in the plans of the gods. "i was young and bold and stupid in a six foot, self dug hole" is jason reflecting on how he used to throw his life away to carry out the wishes of the gods. "was i the only one to question anything at all? i guess i was, that's my bad. i'll answer to her call" i like to think that jason started questioning if a life serving the gods was worth the sacrifices he makes the instant he had to send someone off to what would probably be their doom. he starts asking if it's really a fair life if it's spent serving beings who don't care about you. juno doesn't really like that he's thinking things like that so she snatches up any memories of that when she sends him off to camp half blood. "my immortal evolutionary traits are still intact. i am unapologetic for the sympathy i lacked" is him p much saying he's got the powers of the gods and he's not afraid to use them if the gods try to take him down. unfortunately this is kind of overshadowed by the next lines which are "i left my body back in california cuz i'm weak" which i decided is basically him leaving the life he could've led back at the park his mother left him at, and "overdosed on phenobarbital, it's part of my mystique" with phenobarbital being used for seizures which can be caused by flashing lights which can be replicated with something like idk lightning which jason summons quite often. epileptic jason is real to me

THIS ONE OH MY GOD I AM BARKING AT MY SCREEN AND SCREAMING INTO A TUPPERWARE. it's about jason having his powers taken from him after the whole "calling zeus unwise" thing. he was probably getting someone out of a dangerous situation by jumping from something high, like a tall building or a cliff, when suddenly he figured out that oh shit he can't fly anymore. "did anybody listen? did anybody care?" is him questioning why nobody caught him. i like to think that he was carrying percy at the time and they landed in a body of water and poseidon caught them in it. but like, obviously poseidon wasn't trying to catch jason, jason was just attached to percy at the time so he ended up tagging along for the ride. so jason's wondering like, why did nobody else try to catch him? why did some wind god or another sort of water god that he'd helped, or someone like frank who could fly down not catch him? if not for the fact that it was percy that he was carrying, would he just be dead? all cuz his father took his powers from him for making a valid point? and uhh "i'm praying to a god i don't believe in on a dare" is him 1 losing all respect for zeus because what kind of piece of shit lets their child jump off a building and then takes their power away right when they're going to die? and 2 still praying desperately to zeus and any other god that could possibly save him on the vague hope that they would save him. "i'm not sure what i'm missing, a piece forever gone" is about how his powers (more accurately, the reminder of him being jupiter's son) is such an engrained part of his identity that when its taken away its like there's a piece of him that's just missing and will never be brought back. "i misplaced my mind at sunset" is him calling zeus unwise right after apollo was sent off to be punished later (and also close to the end of summer), "and stole it back by dawn" is him making the choice to go into the fight against caligula knowing he'd die close to the end of apollo's journey (and a bit into spring). (the seasons thing is about the concept of spring being dawn, summer being day, fall being dusk, and winter being night. like seasons corrospond to points in time in a yearly sense rather than a monthly sense). "me and my numerous souls" is the idea of the lives lost in battles jason led haunting him until his own death.

this one actually just has a couple lyrics that are jasoncore but !! funsies. this one's about his relationship with piper and dealing with the end of that while dealing with the prophecy in tbm. "it is simple, it is stupid that i'd rather write than speak, but melodies are easier when we haven't talked in a week. i'm on thin, thin ice, i've lost my way, i'll save it for another day" is him throwing himself into his work to avoid having to talk about him and piper drifting apart. just desperately avoiding that conversation because it's worse to deal with the awkwardness if they break up. "every word i say is just a lie" is about him neglecting to mention what herophile told him in the prophecy, "i'm betting with the gods until i die" is about him. b. betting with the gods until he dies. he's praying and he's trying to get his work on the shrines and such done before he dies (maybe working a bit harder on underworld gods so he doesn't have to worry about them being pissed at him when he gets down there). "i don't feel much but that's my only sin" is aroace jason. sorry bout it he's aroace for this pologies

this one is very priest jason, pretty god jason if you feel it. maybe he's gotten closer to the underworld gods or is the god of judgement (which works awfully well with his father being the god of justice). either that or its him being told all this by the judges when he reaches them. or by the spirits in the long ass line to judgement. or by nico before he even dies!! endless possibilities :)

this one. i literally can't explain it just listen to it. literally just. you understand. just all of it. gifted kid, struggles with english, mentions of storms and lightning bugs and promises. i don't need to explain. jasoncore through and through. especially the "i need more storms that blow you off your feet and carry you away, i need lightning that dances across the sky in graceful fury, i need fields of fireflies floating in the endless skies" bit. obviously cuz yk storms, lightning, but the way they're used seems graceful and calculated rather than angry and irrational and impulsive. this is gonna take a violent jump into anger issues jason but it feels a lot like how jason is expected to be cool and calm and whenever he shows anger everyone tells him to stop because he's supposed to be better.

maybe my hyperfixation on him isn't big enough to connect all of this one to him but the beginning sure as hell fits. also feels pretty leocore? like all of feels leocore. but more importantly jason. anyways "i'm overwhelming, overbearing to distract from the plain fact that i have no personality" and "i'm obnoxious cuz i own no originality" are jason not knowing who he is and throwing himself into anything that can make him seem like a whole person, like for example leaning further into his friendships (more specifically the idea of being the mom friend) than most other people tend to, or being annoyingly enthusiastic about anything he's interested in. like he's exaggerating any part of himself that he's certain of in the hopes that he'll convince everyone he's an entire interesting person. "i'm just copying whoever seems to be doing well" is self explanatory, he's mimicking everyone cuz he doesn't think he can do fine if he just Is what he is without any input from other people.

this one is hoooooh. again it's just a few lyrics but hwow is it banger shit. "the antagonistic arguments that line my unpaid debts is a pressure i can't withstand" is about how he feels like he owes something great because he's a jupiter kid at a camp that's named after his father and titled something that legitimately applies to him (fulminata, armed with lightning) and how everyone pressures him to be better than others cuz of it. and yk. anger issues jason. he feels like he's being antagonised. "showing pain is childish when i cry" is about jason being expected not to feel sadness or pain or anything and how he learned to crush that down and not cry and so he considers himself crying to be childish because the last time he cried was when he was a little kid who missed his family and the wolves and was overwhelmed from the new surroundings he was thrown into. "i'm praying to a god that's just a lie" isn't jason believing that the gods aren't real but rather that praying to them for things is pointless because they'll never listen. "i'm drinking down a tin of pastel paint cuz neon colours make me want to faint" can be many things. examples examples uhh autistic jason. like neon colours are just too damn bright for him and can overstimulate him vv easily and pastels are just easier for him to take in. or it could be a metaphor for demigod life being too much for him (represented by neons because chb has bright ass orange and camp jupiter has not really a neon purple but it's certainly not very pastel) and him heading out into the mortal world which is like less harsh and contrasted and more just blank and light. less heavy.

i didn't get to all of them cuz it would take me like a week to write all of it (this took me like an entire 24 hours hshs) and would be SO long (this is 2133 words rn it'd be so fuckin long if i kept going) but you're so right and am now obsessed with her music. thanks for sharing!

#jason grace #pjo #hoo #allfatherly guidance #answered prayers #← thanks for giving me the chance to use that tag btw i don't get to use it often

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