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erinwantstowrite · 3 months ago

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Halloween AU!!!

hey so. i put SOOOOO much effort into this au and for what? at least it ended up looking cool? anyways Halloween is my favorite holiday and i just HAD to make something for them!

i had a LOT of ideas for what everyone would be, but i really wanted to stick to a certain theme cause it's based around Halloween. i knew i had to have a vampire, werewolf, and a witch. cause like... obviously. iconic Halloween stuff!! but i took some liberties with everyone else and i think they turned out pretty cool!!

Jason was originally a fox shifter (which i still love and might draw art for some day) but i went with a bear in the end. is that because i thought about tiny bear cub Jaybin and wanted to cry? yeah. yeah it is. i KNEW Steph was going to be my werewolf though i started doubting myself when i went to draw her. turned out to be my favorite drawing on here which makes sense cause she is my light my love my daughter my will to live and all that jazz

Tim was actually gonna be a harpy but thank god i didn't go for that in the end. Duke was the one that was a bitch and a half trying to figure out BUT!! comments on the post asking what y'all thought led me towards Psychic so THANK YOUUUU everybody that commented!! (specifically those who thought of ghost!! Duke and Tim ended up being a perfect duo in this au)

Babs was pretty easy to figure out what I wanted for her. I read somewhere that they are seen as protectors of forests/ are considered spiritual authority figures and also.... she looks cool as fuck. Did not expect how easy it was to find a ref for a deer in a wheelchair though? I can never find the right hand or face angle reference but that was super easy???

For Bruce there was literally no question he HAD to be human. it's literally so funny that everyone who knows Batman thinks he's a spooky vampire but he's human. his first son, however?????? THAT'S the vampire. I knew Dick had to be a vampire too. A little nod towards that one comic run but in my au nothing bad happens ever 🥰 Damian also being a bat shifter is very on purpose because how funny is it that he's a bat man. Literally not a single person in the League thinks that Bruce is telling the truth about being human. Bruce you are NOT beating the secretly a vampire allegations.

adding in Jay's hilarious joke it's so fucking funny:

Alfred is actually a demon. I CAN NOT remember who made this post so if someone can help me find it, it would be appreciated!! because this was inspired by them!!! but somewhere i saw someone talk about Alfred being a demon that Thomas and Martha made a deal with (i think it was for an au idea?) and I just HAD to put it here. Alfred looks so human and everyone expects it, but he's definitely not. I put the ??? because it's so fucking funny. see if you can spot the 1 hint i put on his drawing that something is amiss!!

Peter is from an alternate dimension still, but it is not a world of creatures like him, it's just the same as LoF canon except Peter grew some extra limbs and eyes. He finds that it's actually pretty easy to fit in with the Waynes. Hard to feel like a freak when a guy can turn into a fucking bear, or your dad is a vampire, and the teenagers in the family are trying to summon ghosts or make potions.

additional doodles for this au:

i am still debating whether i am going to draw something for this au or write a oneshot, but i DO want to do something with these for Halloween

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starmocha · 27 days ago

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do you want to build a snowman? (it doesn't have to be a snowman) [Zayne/Reader ★ 1655 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Sharing notes with Zayne. Day 01 — to: my true love (Sylus/Reader) A/N: Am I reclaiming the joy of Christmas or making myself miserable…yes!!! Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia 【 request to be added 】

When Zayne had awoken one December morning, he had found a note tacked on his refrigerator under a Happy Snowman-shaped magnet. It simply had one question: Do you want to build a snowman?

He chuckled, amused by the playful random question. He searched around his home and found a small notepad. He wrote out this response and tore it off before tacking it onto the fridge under your note.

There’s no snow.

A glance at the clock and he realized he was about to be late for work. He quickly gathered his stuff and left his home, already missing you and anticipating your response.

You came home that evening and saw Zayne’s reply. You smiled, pleased that he had picked up on your little game, just as he always did. A pen in hand and a notepad in front of you, you sat at the counter, idly tapping the writing utensil against your face as you pondered a response.

Even though you and Zayne lived together, it had been a week since you both had properly seen each other outside of the occasional “hello” and “goodbye” in passing. The current conflicting schedules you both had robbed you of any quality time together, and you were starting to feel a little lonely, wondering if he felt the same.

You smiled wistfully, knowing this was just a temporary situation. When it was over, you planned on making up for lost time.

I didn’t ask that. Do you want to build a snowman?

You stared at the message, frowning, and then you quickly wrote down an additional note: (It doesn’t have to be a snowman.)

Smiling, you placed the note beneath Zayne’s message.

When it was five in the morning, you stumbled out of bed, yawning as you headed for the bathroom. Along the way, you fumbled in the dark and suddenly found yourself pulled into a familiar embrace, the crisp scent of peppermint waking you up more.

“Yes,” you heard Zayne’s voice before his lips claimed yours. Pressed up against the wall in the hallway, you felt Zayne’s hands cupping your face, all of his feelings poured into the kisses he lavished you with. “…I …mmhmm …snowman …with you…”

You moaned and gasped against his lips, the relentless kisses stealing your breath away. “Mm…ah…Zayne—”

“Five days,” he mumbled, his hands finding their way down to your hips, his hold firm but gentle.

The dizzying kisses in combination with your sleep addled brain left you a little slower than normal, unable to grasp what he had meant after the sudden whirlwind of emotions he had put you through. You could only let out a confused, “Huh?”

Zayne chuckled and kissed you a little more before he pressed his forehead to yours. “Five more days and my schedule will calm down again.”

Oh. You smiled. This time you were the one cupping his face. “Then we’ll be together again?”

“Yes, my love,” he answered, “And we’ll build as many snowmen as you would like.”

You giggled. “But what if there’s no snow—”

In the dark, you saw a light flurry of snow swirling and descending around you, the slight chill had you shivering against Zayne for warmth. You smiled again, eyes glancing from his open palm up to his beautiful gentle yellow-green eyes. “You’ll make it snow?”

His warm breath ghosted against your lips. “Yes,” he answered, “only for you, my love.”

Although you shared the same home, the distance had felt vast, seeing only each other in the brief instances when one would wake and the other was about to go to sleep. Now, you felt that distance growing smaller, each day you were closer and closer to resuming life together just as before.

You continued to leave notes before going to bed:

What did you eat today?

And he would come home, exhausted, but his energy would always renew at the sight of your handwriting. Always smiling and with a little laughter, he would scrawl out his own barely legible handwritten note, and tacking it beneath yours:

Greyson bought curry for me. It wasn’t as good as yours.

Some mornings, you woke up with him asleep next to you, unaware of when he had come to bed. His arm would always drape heavily over your stomach, making it a challenge to leave the bed without waking him. You always managed to succeed, and if he did stir, you would just gently stroke his head, your voice soft and soothing enough that he would be lulled back to sleep with just a few sweet words.

With a light kiss to his cheek, you would slip away and let him rest as you began your own day. There was always that delighted anticipation of seeing his responses, but occasionally, there was the sweet surprise of seeing his own message to you:

It will be cold today. Bundle up. And drink something warm today. I don’t want you getting sick.

Yes, Doctor Zayne! ♡

I’m ready to kick your butt in Kitty Cards, Zaynie!

Does Miss Hunter have some new tricks up her sleeves? I’m anxious…

How many macarons did you eat today? Don’t lie to me! I have eyes on you at the hospital…

Just three. (And one éclair.)

As you reread Zayne’s latest message, there was a brief bittersweet feeling that lingered. You wondered if all of these back-and-forth notes between you two were reminiscent of schoolmates sharing secrets in between classes. It saddened you for a moment to think of all the years you and he had missed out on growing up together.

You wondered how your lives would have turned out if you and he had been able to stay together. You thought of the afterschool snacks you would have shared. Trips to the arcade together. Late night study sessions. Early morning walks to school. Clumsy first kisses. Bittersweet goodbyes when he would graduate first.

You sighed wistfully. Looking down at the blank notepad in front of you, you only had one message you wanted to tell him:

I miss you.

There was a chill early in the morning, typical of December, and you shivered, feeling yourself waking up from a dream you were already forgetting. Feeling a shift in the bed, you started to become more alert. There was a sudden weight pressing you down, a familiar scent of peppermint tickling your nose, and then you heard a warm voice near you.

“Do you want to build a snowman?”

Blinking, you found yourself staring into Zayne’s eyes.

“You’re home…”

He leaned down and nuzzled his face against yours. He smelled like he had just come out of the shower. It was so refreshing and comforting. He murmured against your ear, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“There’s no snow—”

“Look outside.”

You blinked, confused.

Zayne led you to the window, opening the curtain and beneath the glow of a streetlamp, you saw snow gently descending and slowly accumulating on the ground. You turned around and smiled at him, shaking your head.

“No,” you answered, grabbing his hand and leading him back to bed. You both lay down, your body pulled into his. You stayed close to him, feeling his head lightly resting above yours. “I just want to stay in bed with you.”

He laughed softly. Zayne pressed a kiss to your head, his eyes closing as he murmured sleepily, “I’ve missed you too, my love.”

“You missed me a lot?”

“A lot.”

“For real, for real?”

He opened one eye, his brow lifting in skepticism. “What are you up to now?”

“Nothing!” You said quickly, making Zayne even more suspicious. You burrowed yourself into his embrace. “I’ve just missed hearing your voice as well…”

He laughed softly, as if in disbelief. He pulled you even closer to him, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Should I tell you a story?”

“Aren’t you tired?”

He shook his head.

“Liar.”

“Maybe I am,” he admitted, “But I also miss talking to you…”

You looked up. “How was your day?”

“It was normal, a little busy,” he answered.

“Did you eat on time?”

He shook his head. “No,” he said, a hint of guilt in his voice, “I had a meeting that went on a little longer than expected. What did you eat yesterday?”

You pondered, trying to recall your previous day. “I had a smoothie for breakfast, and then Tara dragged me out for ramen at lunch, and dinner—what did I have…”

He chuckled. “Take your time…I have all of the time in the world for you.”

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “I don’t want to be the only one yapping,” you said.

“OK, then let’s talk,” Zayne answered as he brushed some hair out of your face. He looked at you, as if he was relearning all of your features, remembering everything that he loved about you. He continued, “We’ll talk until we fall asleep.”

“First one who falls asleep has to make breakfast when they wake up,” you told him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. You then reminded him, “I like French toast with mixed berries please.”

Zayne answered your challenge with his own smirk. “Oh? Is Miss Hunter going to beat me?”

You nodded eagerly.

He sighed. “I think so, too.”

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, sighing softly. “What do you want to do today? My time is all yours.”

You pondered and then you hugged him tightly. “This,” you answered, “Just being with you.”

“What a coincidence,” Zayne murmured, his eyes feeling heavier, “That was what I wanted, too.”

“What a match,” you yawned.

The world stilled, a quietness settling as the snow outside continued to gently descend from the dark sky. You lay in his arms, safe and secured, as if you two were living in your own snow globe, a world of your own making, created for just you two.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace x reader #zayne x reader #lnds series — dreaming of a winter wonderland #love and deepspace fanfiction #lnds fanfics #x — fanfics #ok i'm about half an hour past day 2 #but to be fair #i was at work for 9 hours on saturday #😔😔😔#but free zayne memory coming!!!!#that distracted me for a bit

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