#IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!

[a-driftamongopenstars]

HAPPY FINAL SHAPE DAY *explodes*

[ceryulean]

"You're wearing it wrong, Ivan---You're gonna catch a cold!"

Ivantill week 2024, day 1: Autumn/Sick!

[beanghostprincess]

A tale of daisies & larkspurs

For @sanusoweek || Day 2: Fairy Tale / WLW (pretend this was posted on time)

Relationship: Sanji/Usopp (F/F)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Recommend reading on Ao3 but the main ones are: Transphobia, gender dysphoria, child/domestic abuse, and violence (I swear this is happy too don't get tricked by my angst)

Chapters: 14/14

Summary:

‘I love you’, her mother always says. ‘My precious daughter. My angel.’ But her father’s words are still louder. “It is the only thing he will never be able to obtain.” He turns around to approach her numb body, as she uses her last efforts to hold on to Pedro’s armor. Judge doesn’t smile, but he has all the fun in the world when he frowns with disgust at his son. Son. “A true love kiss.” — Usopp smells like wild berries, daisies, and wood. Like ancient books, fire, and dirt. Like chemicals, poison, and deadly flowers. Like sunlight, wet grass, and thousands of thousands of songs Sanji hasn’t been able to hear. It is impossible to know what a song smells like, but she is quite sure they all have the scent of that music box Usopp made for her. She always brings gifts whenever she comes. It makes the princess feel less trapped and more… It wouldn’t be more, since she isn’t even a bit free. But it makes her feel free. Liberation, that’s what she smells like. Freedom.

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[javiercigsrete]

Web of lies

Spinning webs part one

spider-man!javier x f!reader.

dividers by @ saradika-graphics

main masterlist | spinning webs masterlist

summary: lies are easy, until there's a whole web of them to keep. 3.7k words.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, pov swapping, out of character javier but also in character spider-man, inaccurate timeline, mentions of drug cartels, mentions of dead bodies but no real descriptions, fighting, typical spider-man stuff, small explicit thoughts but not very detailed, no use of y/n, not proof read because i cannot bring myself to do it so if there's any mistakes i'll fix them later, if i missed something lmk i'm bad at warnings grhggfjg

a/n: okay omg it's finally here!!! the first part of my spider-man au fic omg i can't believe it's taken this long, i was gonna post it for my birthday i'm like a few hours off but oh well. idk what more to say other than i really hope y'all enjoy it because it took my blood, sweat, and tears to make this.

He’s so fucking late, more so than usual, and it’s all because of that stupid car chase on the otherside of town. How he’s going to get himself out of being scolded this time he isn’t sure, he’s honestly amazed he managed to keep this job for as long as he has, granted it’s no doing of his own, that was all you.

You’ve always been so willing to cover for him, even without knowing the full context, not that you’ve ever asked or expected him to tell you. Javier has a feeling it has something to do with the rumors spread about him.

It’s stupid really, the rumors, he can’t deny them per say because they’re true. He never saw it as a big deal on how he got information, after all it was just two people working to get by, so what if it so happened to be in the bedroom? The information was almost always accurate.

He just wishes — hopes — you didn’t believe them and the image they paint him, when there’s other things he’d much rather you know about, like how exhausting it is to swing halfway across town and try not to be even more late.

You swear you’re going to strangle him when he shows up, if he ever shows up. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep stalling for him with this case, you’ve told at least three people you were still investigating, one of them being the Captain.

You’re not entirely sure why you still cover for him aside from the obvious that he’s good at his job, or perhaps you enjoy working with him more than you’d like to admit. When he’d been first transferred over from Colombia you were skeptical at first, having heard about his involvement in the terrorist group Los pepes, but when he’d arrived everyone was congratulating him and calling him a hero.

Except you. You suppose that’s why you got along surprisingly quickly, neither of you held him on some pedestal like the others did, and he never took credit for Escobar. Oftentimes you’d ask him why he still did it after everything, why he still came to work with people who viewed him as a hero and some who thought he should be locked away for what he did.

“I made mistakes, I want to make them right by stopping Cali,” he’d confessed one night, you both had stayed late to finish up some paper work you’d fallen behind on, it was just the two of you then. Alone together in the silence, two glasses of whiskey and more cigarettes being burned then any actual work getting done, but it had given you a chance to get to know him better and brought you closer as partners and friends.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by a familiar gravelly voice, when you turn you spot those signature aviators, his shirt tucked away in his pants with the top two buttons undone. He looks like he’s run a marathon, sweat covering his skin, his chest heaving under his shirt, when he’s close enough you finally speak up. “You’re late Peña,” you say, more bite to your tone then you mean for.

“I know I know, I missed my alarm and then traffic was crazy,” he huffs out, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “What do we have?” Javier adds, placing his hands on his hips as he examines the scene. There was police tape everywhere, evidence markers layed out throughout the area. He could hear the comoten from the reporters behind them, doing his best to keep his full attention on you.

“Probably late teens early twenties, he was carrying drugs on him. Found traces of it on his fingers,” you begin to explain, watching as Javier mulls over what you’ve said, you can see the moment he comes to the same assumption you had.

“Think the Cali was involved somehow?” When he looks at you your lips are pressed together in a thin line with a look that tells him everything he needs to know.

You stand to the side as Javier does his own investigation, watching the way he circles some of the evidence, crouching to get a better look at certain things. As irritating as it is covering for him he’s always been good at his job, when you two were first sent into the field you weren’t sure if it was a good idea but after watching him in the field you’d found some understanding.

Your attention is pulled away from Javier by the sound of the police waiving off the crowd as they prepare to clean the crime scene, you tap Javier’s shoulder to gain his attention watching as he turns on his heel looking up at you from the ground. “C’mon, we should get going,” you jut your thumb over your shoulder to the police and forensics team preparing to move the body. Javier nods standing from the ground with a slight grunt.

“Hey, can I ride with you?” You stare at him for a moment, confusion falling across your face. You consider saying no, surly he’d come with his own car? But the longer you look at him the more you notice how exhausted he is, you simply nod your head leading him to your car.

You hadn’t said a word to Javier the whole car ride, and not even after getting back to the office. You sit across from him, stewing for another hour before you finally say something. “Do you take your job seriously?” You blurt out, breaking the stagnant silence.

Javier’s head whips up so fast you swear he gave himself whiplash. “What?” The hand holding his cigarette falling down against his desk, it was just the two of you, another late night. He was used to the conversations between you when you both stayed late like this, but something about your tone felt serious, not the same casual or playful tone he’d grown to enjoy while working with you. “Of course I do, why would you ask that?”

You sigh, shifting your gaze up to him. “You’re always late Javi, leaving me to cover for you and then showing up with some lame excuse,” you’ve never truly had an issue with covering for him but now you’re starting to wonder what kind of trouble the two of you could get into over it. You glance at the time letting out a tired sigh, “if you really are serious then stop being late. I can’t cover for you forever,” you let out exasperatedly, standing from your desk.

Javier runs the palm of his hand along his nose, watching as you leave the building. He knows you’re right, where you’re coming from, and god does he wish he could just tell you why but he can’t. So for now all he can do is stay here and finish the work.

His eyes are burning, no amount of rubbing them will help relieve any of the pain. He should be used to staying up this late at this point but it was like all the lack of sleep he’s had in the last week has finally hit him, practically falling asleep at his desk while he pours over all the information and evidence from this morning. He wants it to make sense, needs it to, it’s not uncommon for cartels to kill one of their own but something about it felt off, like something was missing.

He had questions, why would they have left the drugs there? Why leave the body there? He knew the cali cartel, he liked to think he knew them pretty well. Well enough to know they wouldn’t have left a body out in the open like that, would’ve made sure there was no way anything could be traced back to them.

Javier looks through the photos for the umpteenth time tonight, hoping his tired eyes will spot anything that he hasn’t already seen. “Fuck,” he mutters, desperately blinking the sleep from his eyes trying to refocus them, that’s when he spots it, a small puncture mark small almost vein like marks branching off from it. 

He brings the image closer to his face, and just the same as before the mark is there, he’s not sure how he missed it the first time he’d looked at the body let alone how the police missed it. But then again it took him nearly three hours to notice it, he quickly makes a note of it so he’ll remember it in the morning, placing it in his back pocket as he cleans up the papers before closing up for the night.

You think you’re starting to hallucinate when you see Javier sitting at his desk, a lit cigarette between his lips, you slowly approach your desk, your eyes still on Javier like if you looked away he’d be gone. “You’re early,” you mutter, slightly in disbelief that he’s actually here.

His attention shifts up to you, pulling the cigarette from his mouth, smoke falling from his mouth as he answers. “Got up to my alarm this time,” a grin spreading along his face as you look at him annoyed.

“Hilarious,” is all you manage to say as you sit down.

You spend most of the morning in silence, going over all the evidence from yesterday hoping to find anything that you don’t already know. None of it made sense, not fully, the Cali have been silent for the most part, staying off the radar as well as a drug cartel can. So why suddenly put yourself back on it?

The sound of a file hitting the desk startles you, looking up to find Javier reaching for the file that's been left. His deft hands opening the brightly colored envelope, curiosity fills you as he pulls the papers from it. “What’s that?” You ask before you have a chance to stop yourself. Javier’s eyes skim the paper before drifting up to you.

“Autopsy. Had it run this morning,” he states simply, stubbing out the cigarette before rounding the desks. He places the paper in front of you while he stands behind you. “Here,” he points to a line, your eyes follow the point your brows furrow as you read over the words cause of death—

“Poison?” You gasp out, shock filling your tone as you turn to look at him. When your eyes meet his, he doesn't look nearly as surprised as you, like he’d known before the autopsy came back, only having it run to confirm his suspicions. Your brows pull together once more, a creese forming between them, how would he have known already? “How long have you known?” You inquire skeptically.

Javier’s eyes break from yours as he reaches back over to his desk for the photos of the body. “Since last night.” His tone holds an edge to it, a seriousness you’ve only seen a handful of times, you suppose it makes sense now, why he’d been here so early. Just like the autopsy he places the photo before you and points to a spot, “see that?” He asks, leaning over your shoulder more so that his face is right next to yours, you feel heat rising up the back of your neck at his proximity. He’s so close you can smell the cigarette smoke mixed with his cologne and a hint of mint from the gum he’s got in his mouth.

You wonder briefly what it would be like to taste him, hints of nicotine and mint and something more, something so distinctly Javier mixing with your own as you both explored each others mouths, heavy breathes mingling together in the air as his hands wandered the expanse of your body while your own crumpled and ruffled his shirt and hair. You quickly shake those thoughts away, scolding yourself silently, he was your best friend and partner you needed to focus.

Your eyes fall back to the photo, searching for something you now know should be there. You spot it fairly quickly, a small wound on the victims neck, dark veins spreading from it like a spider web. “They poisoned him? But why shoot him too?” Nothing about this made sense, everything just kept getting more confusing.

When you look at Jabier he’s standing up right, his arms crossed along his chest as he stares absentmindedly at the floor. There’s something he’s not telling you about this case, something that could change the entirety of it if he would just say something.

“What aren’t you—” you’re cut off by the sound of his phone, he pulls it from his pocket, the light of the screen illuminating his face. His expression shifts into something unreadable, his shoulders falling before rising again.

He pockets his phone again, his eyes never fully meeting your own as he speaks. “I gotta go,” he’s already collected his things and is up the steps and out the door before you fully process what he’s said.

Your eyes stare at the door, replaying the conversation over and over, there was certainly something he wasn’t telling you and you were going to find out.

Everything about this place was sketchy, far too sketchy for the Cali. Sure it was the perfect place to set up your drug production but from what he scouted out it had been abandoned for awhile, so why here? What were they doing here?

He sits perched atop a street lamp across the street, he’d gone for one far enough he wouldn’t be detected but he was too far away he couldn’t see through the window properly if at all. He’d have to get closer.

The inside is dark, windows painted over keeping any light out and any prying eyes out as well, every other entry way was sealed shut either recently or years ago, all except the front door that opened immediately for him. “Let’s hope no one's home,” Javier muttered to himself, pushing the door further open.

The building was dimly lit inside, shadows filling up the majority of the space, only a few crates left abandoned scattered around. He cautiously makes his way to the lone source of light sitting on a desk, the closer he gets the more he could see. Papers scattered across the surface, parts of technology both broken and unfinished unceremoniously thrown atop the desk, he reaches out to the papers shifting some of them.

A few of them listed off times and places, others about scorpions, but the most interesting of them all was the one that held information on each of the leaders of the Cali. Everything about them was listed on it, from deceased family members to how many wives and children they had. Someone was after them and from the looks of it they knew them well.

The further Javier looked the more he learned, that’s when he spotted it, a document of sorts. “Mutation? Scorpion DNA?” His eyes ran over every word written, they’d been experimenting with more than just drugs apparently, but why?

A buzzing, a pressure in his head like an incessant drum banging against his skull as if in a warning, he’s quick, jumping out of the way as a metallic tail comes down destroying the table and papers. “Woah, watch where you’re swinging that,” he taunts, receiving no response back from the other. It was covered head to toe in green metal, the majority of it was laced with technology, it resembled that of a scorpion when the tail came back up it was shaped like a stinger, not a scratch on it. It was like armor, the outside reinforced like a scorpion's own.

The other lunges again, swinging its tail once more at Javier causing him to jump back and up onto one of the railings. “Not much of a talker I see,” the scorpion grunts as it swings its tail again up at him, a strange substance that causes Javier to react quickly, throwing out an arm as he shoots a web at the venom laced tail that knocks it away from him.

“Can I call you scorpion? Or is that too on the nose?” He taunts again trying to get a rise out of the other in hopes of getting answers from them.

They growl, an irritated sound that had all but crawled its way out of their throat. “Can you shut the fuck up?!” They shout, using their tail to lift a crate and throw it at him.

Javier flipped, swinging off the rail and using his other arm to web the crate and throw it back at the scorpion, who used the armor of their tail and arms to block it leaving the crate to shatter. “Ah, so you can talk.”

The two go back and forth like that, throwing crate after crate at one another while Javier tried desperately to avoid the venom coated tail, occasionally throwing in a quip or two. If he had to take a guess he would be this was the same thing that killed his victim.

“I take it you’re the one who did all this?” He gestures vaguely to the now destroyed desk and shredded papers, “why are you after the Cali Cartel?”

“They must pay for what they’ve done!” They bark, their tone cold hatred dripping from every word they utter.

“And they will, but what you’re doing is causing innocent lives!” He says, but the scorpion never replies, just charged at Javier, sending swing after swing until one finally lands, slicing through the fabric of Javier's suit.

He stumbles slightly, his vision unfocusing and refocusing as he grips at his bicep where blood and venom mix like a thread tangling together, his body makes a thud as he hits the ground. How could he let himself be so stupid as to let them get close?

“Stay out of my way, Spider-man.” The scorpion spits out as they look down at him before disappearing as Javier’s vision fades into black.

You pull into the parking space next to Javier’s jeep, so he was home. When you make it inside the sole elevator was already being used so you climb the few stairs up to his apartment, running everything from what you were going to say to him to all the suspicious actions up until now with every step you take.

You don’t even look at the numbers on the doors as you make your way through the hallway, having been too his apartment plenty of times during late nights working.

When you finally make it to his door you’re met with his door wide open, you instinctively reach behind you where your gun sat, your nerves set ablaze as you carefully make your way into the apartment. Everything is dark, the only light being the moon shining through the windows.

You take tentative steps, your eyes alert for anything out of the ordinary. “Javier?” You call out, your voice shaking slightly at the possibility of finding someone else, or worse.

There’s a crash, movement coming from the bedroom that catches your attention, your first thought is that he has someone over and forgot to close the door and that you should turn around and leave. But you know him better then that he wouldn’t have forgotten.

You step closer to the door slowly pushing it open, gun in hand as you prepare yourself. “Javi are you… Holy shi–” 

His head is pounding, his body aching with bruises that are sure to be there by morning. His arm aches, throbs, as his eyes blink open, he is still in the abandoned building, the sight of the railings greeting him when his vision clears. He groans, pushing himself up as every bone in his body screamed for him to stay down.

That’s when he hears it, a small weak gasp, his head snaps to the sound, a body, your body. He jumps up moving faster than his body can handle, the room spins, his vision fading as he stumbles towards you. He falls to his knees next to you, his vision focusing once more giving him a clearer look at your face.

“Cariño?” Javier asks quietly, his voice trembling, hie eyes search your body hurriedly for anything when he spots it, a wound with dark veins spreading from it. A lump forms in his throat, reaching out with shaky hands. “No… no, no, no,” he whispers, carefully picking up your arm to get a better look.

Fear drums through him, how did you get here? Why were you here? You look over at him, your eyes meeting as you softly whisper his name, he never responds, his gaze fixed on your eyes, your eyes weren’t that color. He stumbles to his feet watching as your body fades away, something wasn’t right. The buzzing, he looks down at his arm where he’d been cut by the scorpion, was the venom causing hallucinations?

It didn’t matter right now, he needed to get home and find a way to extract the venom. His vision is still slightly distorted as he makes his way out of the building, stumbling and falling through his attempts at swinging. At least twice now he’d seen you on the roof of a building either injured or dead, and everytime he’s had to shake the image reminding himself it wasn’t real.

His vision warps just as he prepares to swing to another building, he falls, his body hitting a fire escape, a groan escapes him closing his eyes to try and push through the pain. When his eyes open again he’s greeted to the sight of you, dead, your eyes clouded over as you as you tend to him, Javier shuffles backwards frantically. “This isn’t real, this is not real!” He repeats desperately as he finds his footing once more.

He barrels through his apartment door staggering his way towards his bedroom, he knocks over a few things as he searches for something, anything. He’s panting, breathing hard through the fabric of his mask, he claws at it tugging frantically at it in attempts to get it off, falling against his dresser causing a few things to clatter to the floor.

He hears it then, his name, he turns to the door spotting you standing there gun in hand as you call out to him.

“Javi are you… Holy shit.”

[paradoxalarchive]

WolfQuest saga is in open beta! I'm actually so pumped about it! I had to draw some wolves! We got Artemis in the top left, and Copper in the top right, they're the pack founders.

Unfortunately, their first litter was full of tragedy.

Apollo is the sole surviving pup out of four. Instantly granting him the title of favourite child, a perk for him, but not so fortunate for his dead siblings.

I do really love this game, it has a special place in my heart.

[maisonbelligavi]

The curse has finally been broken!!!😭😭

[mipwrites]

A Court of Snow and Shadow Multi || Romance & Mystery || Azriel x OFC

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Chapter One: Visions Within Half Sleep

There was a sickness in the Winter Court. Sickness or plague weren’t unheard of within the populations of Prythian, despite what mortals may have believed.  It was admittedly more common for Lesser Fae species to fall into the clutches of an illness, if truth were to be told, but High Fae were known to on, rare occasion, fall ill of maladies.  More commonly they were made through war or bloodshed – such as an open wound left to fester or exposure to extreme elements. But the sickness that lurked in the Winter Court was different, supposedly. Azriel had heard rumblings – a mysterious illness that was plaguing the High Fae of Kallias’ Court for almost a fortnight now; each report from one of his spies growing more concerning than the last. The shadowsinger glared at the door of his High Lord’s study, his arms folded across his chest – the smooth wood of the carved bannister digging into his back as he leaned against it. Mor had disappeared within almost forty-five minutes prior, having been summoned by Rhysand before Azriel.  Without Azriel. The shadows around him flickered, jolting as if they had been struck and Az shifted against the bannister, tucking his wings in tighter. He wasn’t…offended wasn’t the right word.  He wasn’t irritated, he assured his own mind.  Mor was Rhysand’s Third.  Technically, she had seniority over him. But knowledge was Azriel’s true source of power, Siphons aside.  His mind was a library of scrolls – of tidbits and meshed together truths that could tear down empires if left to spun out on their own. He alone held the keys.  He alone bore the complete burden of the secrets he collected. So to be left out, on the outskirts or behind a door – it bothered him.

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A/N: Oh my god. Guys. It's finally here. I did chop this chapter up into two parts, mostly because we were approaching thirty. Pages. But hopefully you guys enjoy it and will be excited for chapter two!

[longing4yesterday]

paul becomes enamored with a young man named john, who lives on the farm next door. the two become incredibly close, spending every day together. but when tragedy strikes, paul becomes determined to retrieve his love from the cold grasp of death any way possible.

[harrylights]

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[shifuaang]

“I use my action to move in close to the dragon’s head,” Eddie remarked, sliding his miniature over so that he was face to face with the beast. “I unsheath my dagger before declaring, ‘Isabeau, this is for you.’ With deft hands, I plunge the dagger into the dragon’s eye.”  Chrissy brought her hands to her mouth with the gasp that escaped her, almost immediately feeling self-conscious for reacting so strongly to what was happening only in their collective imaginations. A part of her kept expecting everyone to turn around and call her ridiculous, but just as had been the case throughout the game, nobody laughed at her. Nancy’s face had contorted into a preoccupied frown, and Robin’s and Steve’s expressions were both versions of disbelief. Chrissy felt a bloom of affection for Eddie’s Puppetmaster, who seemed so determined to keep her character alive.

Read here on AO3, Rated T, Chrissy x Eddie, Robin x Nancy

[misteria247]

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[avatarskywalker78]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R.R. Martin

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: Major Character Death

Relationships: Lyanna Stark & Original Female Character(s), Ned Stark & Original Female Character(s), Jon Snow & Original Female Character(s), Jaime Lannister & Original Female Character(s), Lyanna Stark & Ned Stark, Howland Reed & Ned Stark

Characters: OC Lissa Blackwood, Lyanna Stark, Jon Snow, Ned Stark, Jaime Lannister (mentioned), Howland Reed, Original Characters, Rhaegar Targaryen (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Heavy Angst, Death in Childbirth, R + L = J ┃ Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen are Jon Snow's Parents, Past Lyanna Stark/Rhaegar Targaryen, Guilt, Grief/Mourning, Regret, Rhaegar Targaryen Bashing, Melissa blames Rhaegar for Lyanna's death, (and partly blames herself as well), Survivor Guilt, Jon Snow is not called Aegon, Blood, Implied/Referenced Character Death, (the Targaryens)

Series: Part 1 of the raven, the lion, and the wolf

Summary:

Melissa Blackwood - known as Lissa to her best friends - witnesses Lyanna's death in childbirth, after being kept prisoner in the Tower of Joy, and reels from the loss and the events that led up to it. And though she wants to protect the child, she doesn't know how she can possibly do so, after everything...

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @dream-beyond-the-fantasy

[peachy-rambles]

When All the Stars Align - a Techza fic

Rating: Explicit Status: in-progress Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Royalty, Warlord Technoblade, Empress Philza, Trans Phil, Trans Male Character, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Magic, Politics, Unhealthy Relationships, Mpreg, Animal Transformation, Phil is Bad at Feelings, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Techza is endgame, Sam is a bitch but we love him anyway ❤️

Summary: At age 6, out of countless noble and upper class families, Philza was chosen to be engaged to the Crown Prince in an arranged marriage.

At age 15, The Crown Prince and his fiance were adored by the country, often being referred to as a pair of “lovebirds”.

At age 20, Phil married the Crown Prince.

At age 24, Sam was crowned Emperor and Phil became the Empress.

At age 29-

At age 35, Phil had become the perfect Empress and could not imagine his life as any different from the one that had been planned for him ever since he was 6 years old.

Unbeknownst to Phil, his entire life as Empress of Pandora was about to be derailed, and he would soon meet the man who would open up a new path in life for him.

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A Remarried Empress AU featuring Phil and Techno, Sam, Tommy and the rest of the DSMP cast.

[forlornmelody]

Outlaws, Chapter 1: Raise Hell

Rating: Explicit (Smut, violence, drug addiction.)

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans (2018-2023) to be specific.

Ship: Jason Todd/Rose Wilson. Rose Wilson/Roy Harper. Jason Todd/Roy Harper, Rose Wilson/Artemis of Bana-Mighdall,

Summary:  The road to redemption is fraught with twists and turns, especially when one has been to hell and back. Jason Todd swore he'd never work with a team again, but when a familiar foe shows up in Gotham, A.R.G.U.S. leaves him little choice.

Note: chapter titles are named for songs from my Outlaws playlist. This one is named for "Raise Hell" by Dorothy.

Link: here

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Normally Amanda Waller puts out her clove cigarettes on the ground with her heel. This time she hands the butt to her assistant. “Find a trash can.” Few things faze her, not after years in her line of work. But the sight before her eyes makes her reach for her lighter. “Run me through the facts.” 

The Gotham CSI wrinkles his nose. Funny, that the guy has a sense of smell at all after living in this cesspool. Recent transplant, maybe? “We’re waiting for confirmation toxicology, but it looks like they all died of a severe fungal infection.” He leads Waller through the scene, pausing by each body, labeled by number. “Weird thing though, we didn’t find any in the ventilation system.” The corpses look like they’ve rested at the bank for ages– mushrooms growing out of their eyes, their mouths, their ears–popping out of their armpits, their shirt sleeves–even their toes. 

Waller clicks her tongue. “Lamia spores.”

“Ma’am?”

Forget the cigarette. She needs a stiff bourbon to wash this dry musk out of her throat. “Things just got a lot more complicated.” Waller turns abruptly, heading for the bullet-proofed van she arrived in. “I gotta make a phone call.”

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“You’ve no idea the trouble you’re in, do you?”

Jason Todd sits in an interrogation room, handcuffed to the back of his chair. His Red Hood helmet rests on the table in front of him, in reach and out of reach at the same time. Across the table stands a black woman with short, almost buzzed-cut blonde hair. She works with Barbara, doesn’t she? 

“I dunno, lady. Should I?” He lets loose his smirk, eyeing her like a cat eyes a bird. 

The lady frowns grimly. “You’re too hot for Blackgate.”

“Why thank you.”

She ignores him. “And those too hot for Blackgate go to Belle Reve.”

That stops him cold. Belle Reve is Amanda Waller’s high security zoo. One of the few prisons in the country not stuffed to the brim with convicts, cause it’s really just a funnel for her pet project: The Suicide Squad. 

“So you’ve heard of it.”

Jason narrows his eyes. “So who’s on the other side of that mirror? Gordon? Waller?” 

“Your ticket away from getting a bomb installed in your brain.” 

His boots aren’t chained to anything. Interesting. Jason tilts his chair back, bracing one boot against the edge of the table. “Look, lady. I can make a deal with Satan himself, but I gotta see him face to face first.” 

The door clicks open, and she steps in wearing loafers. Real snakeskin by the look of it. Black slacks. Burgundy sweater. Smart watch. Her raven-silk hair swept into a neat ponytail. Really, she could pass for your average schoolteacher if she wasn’t one of the most terrifying women on earth. “I can take it from here, Vee. Thank you.”

He’s only seen her on Batman’s computer. Always thought she’d be taller. This woman had Deathstroke’s kid? More than that–Adeline Kane (or does she still go by Wilson?) taught Slade Wilson how to fight. In a way, she’s at least partially responsible for the hell Jason went through two years ago. 

“Jason Peter Todd. You ended Batman. Wrecked Gotham City. You turned one of my agents and nearly fucked my most important mission.”

Agent? Was she still military? “Flattered, lady. But you still haven’t told me why I’m–” Jason rattles at his cuffs, “--here.”

“I should kill you.”

Really, Jason should keep his mouth shut. One does not talk smack to someone as powerful as her. Not if they want to remain intact. “I’m already dead, lad–”

“But one doesn’t destroy a weapon one can use.” Adeline Kane whips out a key and unlocks Jason’s cuffs. “Let me introduce you to your team.” She heads out the door, not waiting for him to follow. 

Rubbing his wrists, Jason glances up and down the nondescript hallway. He sees doors on either side, and a fire exit at the far end. “I don’t do teams anymore, lady.”

“It’s Adeline. And it’s my team, or Waller’s. Your choice.” Slade’s ex (or would she be his widow now?) stops just before the last door on the left, pushing it open. She folds her arms as she waits for him. “I don’t have all day, Todd.”

Slipping inside, Jason has another comeback ready, but it falls soundlessly from his lips when he sees those seated inside. “Donna?”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Donna smirks, but her eyes stare him down dead. Fuck. She knows about Hank. 

“I–” Jason starts to say, but then he sees the young man sitting next to her, and he feels lightheaded. 

The second ghost waves back, a shit-eating grin on his face. As if he had never died in the first place. As if his death hadn’t completely destroyed Jason Todd’s miserable life. 

Jericho Fucking Wilson. 

Adeline shuts the door behind them. “Jason Todd, codename: RED HOOD, meet your team.”

He should probably sit down, but his legs won’t move. Act cool. Still wanting to keel over, he leans back against the door, folding his arms.

“Roy Harper–” A dude with ginger hair salutes casually in Jason’s direction. “--codename: ARSENAL.”

“You already know Donna Troy, codename WONDERGIRL.” Donna’s smile vanishes. If looks could kill…

Adeline’s steel voice softens just slightly. “My son, Jericho.” No codename? Jason quirks an eyebrow but says nothing. The rest of his brain is too occupied trying to figure out how dear Addie Kane found another Lazarus Pit. 

“Artemis of Bana Migdal.” A tall, auburn-haired, and olive-skinned woman nods at him, her arms folded. She could probably fold him in half if she wanted to. “Codename–”

Artemis clears her throat. “I do not need a–”

Adeline continues without so much as a side-glance. “GRACE.” 

Artemis’s mouth slams shut–her bright green eyes flashing. 

“And lastly–Jericho.” Her mouth twists. “Where’s your goddamn sister?” 

No.

Jericho lets out a heavy breath, his hands signing his reply. 

“Go get her, please.” Jericho rises from his seat, hurrying into the hallway. 

Fuck, no. 

“Assuming she’s still breathing.” Donna murmurs. Funny, Jason’s pretty sure he’s not breathing either. 

Fuck fuck fuck. Jason would kill for a beer right now. Actually, that window across the room seems like a nice one to jump out of. They’re on the ground floor, right? He should run. He just needs to pick up his fucking feet and go, but they won’t move. C’mon. C’mon. 

The door opens again. She stumbles in, her platinum hair greasy and disheveled. Jericho closes the door behind them and Rose Wilson flops into the nearest empty chair. Without even looking at him, or anyone really, she folds her arms on the table and uses them as a pillow. 

So, some of us is real and some of us isn’t?

No! No, this is real.

“Glad you could bother to join us, Rose.”

“Where was she?” Artemis asks, quirking an eyebrow.

Jericho signs “Gym.”

Donna smirks. “You owe me twenty, Harper.”

Roy sighs as he fishes out his wallet. “You okay, Rose?”

She opens her eyes briefly, then closes them. 

“Rose?” Adeline asks, and when she doesn’t get a response, she slams her hands on the table. “Rose. LIllian. Wilson!”

Rose jerks awake, her bloodshot eyes glaring with fury. She almost looks like she’s about to snap out some retort, but she leans back in her seat instead. Too exhausted to argue? Yeah, Jason remembers the feeling with an anvil dropping in his stomach. Out of habit, he reaches into his pocket for the inhaler that isn’t there. That won’t be there ever again. Fuck.

A glimmer of a proud smile ghosts across Adeline’s face. “Now that you’re all here. It’s time to introduce you to your first assignment.” She flips the light switch off, and nods at Vee to turn the projector on. How the fuck did Vee even get in this tiny-ass room without him noticing? Jason shakes it off. 

Roy lets out a low whistle. 

“Oh shit,” Donna murmurs. 

Jason turns back to the screen, and he swears under his breath. Two bright green eyes stare back at him, with matching green lipstick and glossy red hair. 

Poison Ivy. 

[zaras22]

the full drawing for my venti nb au @draemyr @banterismylovelanguage

I actually wanted to post this... a long time ago but! hehe it's finally here

also the text next to nb and venti at the top says:

venti: What will I do if they hate me?

nb: I'm sure they won't!

and so venti lived with the people, then the revolution came and unfortunately, nb died in the end anyways :(

I don't really have more context for this but xhdb you're free to make something up!