#Old Flames AU

[jtl-fics]

Old Flames WIP? 👀

WIP GAME

I mentioned this one ages ago (AKA sometime last year) but Neil and Andrew having died together at a nice ripe ol' age and then waking up back in their bodies the exact moment that Andrew swung the racquet into Neil's gut.

Snippet below:

Andrew finds himself mid-swing as he smashes an exy racquet into Neil's side. It's not an uncommon dream for him, thinking about the moment that his entire world had changed and how he hadn't known it at the time.

His dreams always gave the moment the gravitas that his memories refuse to add to it. Usually Neil looks back up at him without any of the heat or hatred that his memories provide. Usually, Neil looks up at him and it isn't the brown eyes of his memory but the ice blue of the majority of their lives together. Usually, Neil's body isn't in the terrible rail thin condition that it'd been in when Andrew had swung the racquet into him.

But this isn't a dream, it feels like it's really happening, which makes sense since Andrew is pretty sure he's dead or dying.

He's not surprised that if his life is going to flash before his eyes as he dies that this might be the true first moment of his entire life.

"Fuck, Andrew what if you ruptured my colostomy bag?" Neil wheezes and Andrew blinks.

[002yb]

That one reddit post where the guy moves into a new apartment building but hasn't met his neighbors ft. sladejay.

The nice thing about having brothers is that they're obligated to help you move into your new apartment. Not so nice is having to listen to said brothers' opinions on the legitimacy of the building because it's clearly a front for something nefarious and not up to code and did Jason even vet the place before signing his lease?

"Desperate times, desperate measures." Jason says, using his elbow to hit the button for the lift. Suspect as it is, the start and stop ride gets the adrenaline pumping; it hasn't failed them yet, so the place isn't too bad.

"Because you were so hard pressed living comfortably at home with no expenses and no expectations." Tim quips back at him, deadpan. The sarcasm and sass is hardly appreciated, though Jason likes to imagine it's just Tim's way of lashing out at Jason for leaving him at the manor to fend for himself.

"It's called independence, Timothy." Jason says, raising his shoulder in a lackadaisical shrug as he teases, "You'll understand when you're older."

"Nothing says 'independence' like Bruce paying your rent." Tim intones, unbothered by the wicked read until Jason hip checks him in retaliation and he stumbles into a wall. When Tim threatens to drop Jason's shit, Jason dares him. Jason will drop him, the punkass.

If only because Dick would usually have intervened in their shenanigans by now, Jason looks over his shoulder at him. Tim follows suit and they both frown as Dick stares at the elevator, jaw set.

"You good, big bird?" Jason asks, wandering back to Dick's side. When Dick continues to space out, Jason knocks their shoulders and tilts his head to better catch Dick's gaze.

With Dick's attention on him, that quiet intensity from before softens some, but there's still trepidation. It makes Jason purse his lips, sulking, "Hey, you're the one that supported this."

Dick grimaces, caught out, "I do support you, just—does it have to be here?"

Jason's sulk devolves into a pout. He argues, "Your first apartment wasn't much better."

Before Tim can interject with commentary on how Dick didn't have daddy dearest paving the way for his independence, Jason turns on him with a warning scowl, trying and failing to not be endeared as Tim cackles under his breath. Jason flips him off, pointedly turning back to Dick who, frankly, looks antsy as fuck.

"Stay with me instead." Dick bargains. "You can take the spare room until another unit opens up."

"Hard pass."

On cue, the elevator chimes and the doors screech open jerkily. Only while Tim shuffles his way inside, Dick stays resolutely in place. He shoots Jason a look that's equal parts pained and pleading. "Then take my place. I'll stay here."

"For fuck's sake, it's not that bad." Jason groans, bumping the boxes he holds against the ones Dick has in hand and corralling him back into the elevator. "You're being dramatic."

Tim scoffs and Jason sneers at him, backing and squishing his brother into a corner and keeping him there with his bulk.

Bickering and bantering as they all are, they don't notice the hand that catches the door before the lift can close, only how it pushes the door open and how they all look up and oh. Hot damn.

The moment Jason's jaw drops, Dick smacks it back closed with an aggrieved and impatient huff. Like hell Dick's temperament could be of any consequence to Jason at the moment though because an actual beefcake terminator saunters onto the lift and fuck, Jason can't stop staring. If this is his neighbor, he definitely moved to the right place. Fuck what anyone else thinks.

Just as Jason is appreciating the man's imposing stature, he hears a gruff, "Sit down."

The order sends a trill up Jason's spine like a live wire and without thinking, like the fool he is, Jason sits.

It's only as he kneels on the floor, eyes still caught on broad shoulders and strong arms that he only wishes would throw him around, that he sees the dog at the man's heel. Because the man was talking to his dog. Not Jason.

Oh.

As the elevator starts moving up through the floors, jarring in its sudden fits of movement, Jason jerkily raises his head to make eye contact with his neighbor, a pretty blush burning hot across Jason's face.

His neighbor looks after him in turn, amused and appraising before he smirks and oh, it's sinful. A low chuckle escapes the man, drawing another shiver up Jason's spine. While he pats his dog's head, his eyes don't move from Jason when he says, "Good boy."

Fuck. That's—oh.

To be so humiliated and turned on—fuck this old man. And by that Jason means let the old man fuck him. Please and thanks.

Before Jason can make the suggestion, the man's gaze shifts to Dick and he teases, taunts, "He one of yours, Grayson?"

What.

Betrayal is Jason's first petulant thought, followed by a more reasonable sense of dread because this man isn't Dick's type, but Dick knows he's Jason's [type] and—

No, no no. This is why you never have brothers help you move into your new place; to be blue balled after Jason has had arguably the most cringe of meet-cutes, too!

But Jason can see from the set of Dick's shoulders and the tilt of his chin that this potential romance is dead in the water. For whatever reason, Dick is intent on that. Unfortunately for him, Jason has never been the best at minding him. In fact, Jason will throttle him for this, the killjoy.

"He's my brother." Dick says, terse. "Don't fuck with him, Slade."

Slade's gaze sweeps over Jason, a fleeting once over that leaves heat trailing in its wake. There's a sharp nudge to his lower back—Tim, reminding Jason that he's still sat on the floor like an idiot; so embarrassing.

"That's asking a lot of a man." Slade drawls. He looks to Dick with a crooked and biting grin, so charming that Jason might swoon a bit. "What would I get out of this?"

Dick's expression shifts into something so damn petulant that Slade laughs again, pleasantly low and husky. It's such a nice sound that Jason can't even be bothered by the fact that he's missing some sort of crucial detail to explain the tension going on.

Dick and Slade know each other, somehow. And Slade irritates Dick in a way that Jason never knew was possible, too.

When Slade tilts his head to the side, the large dog at his side springs forward, tail wagging happily as it jumps up to rest its large paws on the boxes Dick holds—licking at Dick's cheek like he's seeing an old friend again. It undermines Dick's authority considerably and Jason marvels the exchange.

The lift door opens and Slade turns back to Jason. Appraising him before he smirks, "Welcome to the building, boy."

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And then they all get out together and realize that Slade really is Jason's neighbor and reactions are mixed ahahaha.

[dilutedconfusion]

I did a thing…again.

Just realized that ya’ll need to click for better quality for some reason this post looks especially bad 🤚

[gotsichi7]

clouds dissolve to rain

minwon

6 years after mg left japan without a word, ww invited mg to his 30th bday party

sequel to Things We Lost to the Fire

old flame, second chances, domestic fluff, 🔞

81k

ao3 | bittersweet au masterpost

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Old Vines

A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds.

Length: 189,706 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Human AU, Romance

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by sevdrag (seventhe)

*Minor Spoilers* Now this is one well researched AU! This is wine blogger/winery owner human AU. As someone who knows absolutely nothing about wine (nor likes the taste sorry), I was blown away over the amount of detail in this story. The author clearly knows what they're talking about, and uses this knowledge to actually direct the plot not just as neat side info. This level of detail is a feature of this story and stands on it's own outside of the Good Omens backdrop. This story also has an excellent grasp on who Aziraphale and Crowley truly are, what makes them tick, what their insecurities and motivations are. It understands that what makes them so compatible is the way they push and surprise each other. They fall in love not just because they're surface level compatible, it's that they keep each other on their toes. This story also has a line that I booked marked for myself, describing Crowley as, "arrogant and yet somehow pleading for feedback," that's definitely Crowley to me.

Every 6 chapters we get a perspective flight tasting. It brings a small sampling of what everyone else in this story is thinking. I loved these chapters. There's only 3 of them so it never stops the plot, and doesn't take over the flow. It's just small interludes that are pleasant to read but also add a lot of context. We have Warlock, Adam and The Them, Anathema, Newt, and Gabriel as reoccurring main characters. I liked their inclusion a lot, particularly Adam and Warlock. Their plot line was very unexpected in a good way. It really takes a village to keep the winery running and they make a very believable sort of family.

Safe for public I'd say, there is sex in it but it's not very graphic and they're pretty short scenes. They are a part of the story, but not the highlight. This is something very casual to read, something where you want romance but nothing heavy. I highly recommend the pinterest board the author put together for this. It really helped me set the stage and understand the wine stuff better. It's a jargon heavy AU, and I found it fascinating. Who knows, maybe I'll give wine another shot after this!

Read it here, fic by sevdrag (seventhe)

[somehhuuuhh]

Old art dump

(Some are not that old, but some are really old)

[handsomethrowrug]

AU Verse: Survived the Flames

When the tyrant king was thrown off the edge of Pride Rock, he was discovered by the hyenas he had betrayed.

Those who had once been loyal to him, who had once believed the promises he made, were quick to take out the anger that had been growing for as long as the eternal dry season.

But then... the attack stopped. The hyenas scattered. Shenzi held back, glaring at Scar for only a moment before she too hurried to reunite with her clan. A simple warning: cross my path again and I will kill you.

With the chaos of the fire, the storm, and the hyenas, no one in the pride thought to check whether Scar was dead. Broken and bruised, light-headed from blood loss, Scar slowly made his escape to the Outlands under the cloak of rainfall.

Time was not kind to Scar. The injuries healed enough for him to move without too much difficulty, though a weak left forepaw and an array of new scars showcased the fragility of the older lion.

His mane, once a shimmering, pure black, had begun to turn white with age and stress. His earthen pale had even dulled with time. He had become a shadow of himself.

Old and weak, he knows he isn't in a position to strike revenge. Unaware of Z.ira and the Outlanders, he resides in a small cave in the Outlands near the Prideland borders, where he can sneak in to hunt smaller prey.

The next generation of lions, hyenas, and other animals do not know him, and that is fine. For the most part, he is unwilling to stir trouble and be discovered by his former pride. An elderly rogue lion does not have a happy future ahead of him, and this is even clearer for a former cruel king like Scar.

(Note: by default, it will be assumed that the L.ion Guard does not happen in this AU. However, characters who are established can still exist - such as the hyenas never splitting, or members of the G.uard finding new purposes. The verse can be adapted depending on settings, but it would require a lot of changing since, well... Scar isn't as scary this time around.)

[keii]

Music!AU JoRo 🎶 First call, already planning the next~

[kolak-magiia]

Without taking new pics, post one of your OCs as:

Romanceable NPC

Quest Giving NPC

The Final Boss

[trashcreatyre]

WAIT DID I NEVER POST THESE?

I cant believe i never posted the more up to date moth & flame designs,,,,,

ig it doesn’t matter because im (slightly) changing the mephiles design a bit so erm,,,, yea,,,

[jtl-fics]

Whenever I feel sad I go reread the two snippets of the Old Flames and imagine crotchety Andreil causing havoc in their young bodies and feel better.

They would have so much fun being old souls in young bodies. Can you imagine the two of them looking at literally any threat to them and it's like "I've paid bills scarier than you"

They forget that being Gay isn't a widely accepted thing and are just explicitly out the entire time and ribbing one another talking about how hard Kevin's going to get #cancelled if he keeps trying to stop them from being openly Gay and in an relationship.

Kevin: Stop publicly making out with my Striker protégée!! Andrew: Now i'm going to make out with him even harder.

[dalishbarmitzvah]

what if i just. write fanfic that's just fake photosets with new banter that i wrote where the veilguard companions are rude weirdos with incredibly strong opinions, heaps of brain problems, and, like...... maladaptive coping skills

like. i keep thinking about da2 and how much veilguard almost reminds me of it, almost went that direction more, almost..... i can almost taste the better game that's on a cutting room floor somewhere and i would like to share the flavour

[andy-clutterbuck]

9x03 | Warning Signs

[y313y]

wow old art i actually like???

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Moon Rocks

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason accidentally reunites his mother with an old friend after being caught shoplifting.

Chapters: 10/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Catherine Todd, Natalia Knight

Relationship(s): Natalia Knight/Catherine Todd

Additional Tags: No Capes AU, No Powers AU, Angst and Fluff, Old Flames, Romance

Chapter Ten: Mathematics

Catherine wrung her hands. "I know he means well, but I haven't seen my brother in sixteen years," said Catherine as she paced back and forth. Roxie took Catherine by her shoulders. "I know, I'm spiraling... Sorry." Catherine took a few deep breaths with Roxie, and Roxie smiled.

"Don't you want to see your brother? I mean, I get you wouldn't want him to see you here, but at least you're not high," Roxie joked as she playfully punched Catherine in the shoulder. "I'd give anything to see my sister now... What's your brother like anyway?"

"Eddie's a goof... In a good way, or at least he was... It's been so long," Catherine whispered, "Do you think I should see him?"

"At the end of the day, it's up to you. I'd see him if I were you," Roxie replied as she did her makeup in the mirror. "But I'm just a sucker for a dramatic family reunion... And maybe you'll set me up on a date with him once this is all over."

Catherine shook her head. "He's way too old for you. Trust me. He was like fourteen when I was born," Catherine laughed. Roxie turned around and widened her eyes. "Yeah, I know. People used to think he was my dad."

Roxie let her hair down and turned around to look at Catherine. "Now that the crisis is over, you should probably call your girlfriend and tell her you'd like to see your brother," Roxie replied.

"Why does everyone think that we're dating?" Catherine asked.

"Starting with the obvious sexual tension? Hm, I dunno," Sarah teased as she entered the room.

"We do not have—." Catherine pushed a hand through her hair. "I'm working on one thing at a time. Besides, I should work on being the best mom I can be for a while." Catherine plopped down on her bed.

"Are you excited to get out of here for the weekend?" Roxie asked. Catherine shrugged.

Silence fell over the room while Catherine contemplated her answer. "It'll be nice to make Jason's breakfast and help him with his homework. I want to show him that I can do the little thing... I want to show him that he doesn't have to make things easy anymore," Catherine sighed, "But I feel like I'll ruin his weekend somehow."

Roxie lay on her stomach next to Catherine and kicked her feet in the air. "Positive thoughts, Catherine," Roxie tapped her nose. "But you should call Nat and tell her it's okay to bring your brother... Besides, I wanna see him."

"Roxie, you're a mess," Catherine laughed as she got up and went to the phones. She dialed Natalia's number and waited for an answer.

"Hi, Kitty. What's the matter?" Natalia asked. Catherine could hear Jason laughing in the background, setting her at ease.

"Is my brother still in town? 'Cause if he is, tell him I'd like to see him when you guys pick me up," Catherine replied.

"I'll tell him. What—?"

"What're they doing?" Catherine asked. Her voice was soft and distant.

"Eddie's bench-pressing Jason," Natalia described. Catherine covered her smile. She knew that Natalia wanted to laugh too. "I don't think Jason's gonna want him to go."

"Ed's got that effect on people," Catherine whispered, "Well, I've gotta go get ready." She lingered a moment until she heard her brother's voice.

She hung up the phone, returned to her room, and changed into the sweater Jason got for her. She packed her bag and lay on the bed, working on her journal. Roxie still lay on Catherine's bed, reading a book. "I'm gonna miss you when you leave, Mamas," Roxie whispered. Catherine turned to her and smiled sadly.

"Roxie, I'm not leaving for sure yet. I'm just going this weekend to see if I might be ready," Catherine whispered, "But if I do leave, I want you to know you're like the daughter I always wanted."

"Minus the underaged alcoholism?" Roxie joked. Catherine chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"Stay out of trouble this weekend, okay?" Catherine brushed her knuckle against Roxie's chin.

For the next few hours, Catherine sat with Roxie, journaling and talking. Catherine dozed off. She woke up to Jason tapping her nose. "Mom? Mom, are you ready to go?" Jason asked. Catherine sat up and embraced him. "You're not mad at me?"

"No, Sweet Pea. I'm not mad at you," Catherine whispered as she got up and grabbed her bag. She took Jason's hand and walked toward the door. Eddie stood just outside the door, and she barely had time to breathe before he picked her up off the ground.

"Kit," Eddie grinned as he swung her around and put her back down. "I'm so proud of you."

"I'm in rehab, Eddie," Catherine replied, trying not to smile.

Eddie reached into his pocket and pulled a coin out of his wallet. He took her hand and placed it in her palm. "Ten years last December," Eddie smiled. "I've got so much to tell you, Kit."

Catherine stood still, and Eddie took her bag and scooped Jason up under his other arm. Jason laughed, and Natalia stuck with Catherine, holding her hand. "How's Jason?" Catherine asked.

"He's been distant with me the past two days. I think it's because he called me mom on accident—."

"Jason called you mom?" Catherine asked. She wanted to be upset, but she found herself smiling. "Sorry, I'd be upset if it was anyone else, but he told me he'd like to have you as a stepmom or a second mom."

"You're not mad?" Natalia questioned.

"No, and I'll talk to him so that it doesn't have to be weird anymore," Catherine whispered, "And Eddie?"

"He's perfect," Natalia replied, "Jason adores him." They got in the front seat and Jason and Eddie in the back.

Eddie buckled Jason's seatbelt. "You know what, Jay? How's about we barbecue for your mom and Miss Nat this weekend?" Eddie suggested.

"Sure, but I don't know how—."

"I'll show you. You're about the right age to learn," Eddie smiled, "Kit, do you still like ribs?"

"Eddie, you don't have to go through all this trouble," Catherine whispered.

"I just found out my baby sister's still alive, and I've got a nephew. I'd be crazy not to celebrate," Eddie grinned, "Besides, I wanna teach Jason something while I'm here."

"Okay... Yeah, that'd be fine," Catherine smiled before she turned to look at Jason. "Jason, do you have any homework this weekend?" Jason nodded.

"I'm almost done... But I need help with my math homework," Jason replied. Catherine covered her smile.

[somehhuuuhh]

I made something

Austin and his weird ghost friends, Ice and Flame

It just a weird oc, I made a long time ago, and I just wanna redesign them. You can look at my old design in my blog, but it kinda bad, so maybe don't.

Little facts you should know about them

Austin is mute and blind and needs Ice and Flame to talk and see.

Ice helps Austin to see kinda. What I mean is that when Ice is around, Austin can see people's souls and also see other people energy

Flame helps Austin to speak again kinda. What I mean is that since Flame is somehow connected to Austin, Flame somehow knows what Austin wants to say and says it for him

Austin always has that smile

Flame is mean and swears too

Ice is shy and has dysarthria.