#a league of their own fanfic

[marsconer]

what if lupe garcia fanfiction ? she’s so girlfriend boyfriend

[mrsskepticism]

Cait Vi Au Fanfic "Her captive lens" (not my artwork, artwork by mimi) https://archiveofourown.org/works/62171647/chapters/159033685

[thevoidstaredback]

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

Storyboard Part 2

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Your Own Flare

|| Sevika x fem!mechanic!reader

|| Warnings; reader tries to be cool but fumbles, brief swearing, short drabble

|| Summary; when Sevika's prosthetic breaks, she goes to her favourite mechanic.

Requests closed!

Started; December 17th

Finished; December 17th

Anon Request; sevika x mechanic reader

~~~

Her arm was busted. Again. It happened so quickly even Sevika barely had time to react. Well, at least it gives her an excuse to see her favourite mechanic. Her girlfriend.

"Princess," Sevika called. Walking into your shop, eyes narrowed and scanning the room for your familiar figure. It wasn't long before she spotted you. Arched over your desk, working on whatever it was. Probably some new prototype, knowing you.

You looked up at Sevika, taking the goggles off your face with a smile," hey!! Didn't tell me you were stopping by. Thought Silco had your day booked?" You tried playing it cool, resting your elbow to your desk with a smirk. But you miss calculated where your desk was and fumbled.

Sevika scoffed. Rolling her eyes at your attempt, it was adorable. Though, she would never be caught saying such a thing out loud. "Yeah, well. Gotta get this shit fixed," she popped off her prosthetic. Tossing it to your table with a clang.

"Easy there, don't want to break it more. Alrighty, let's see," your hand trailed the arm. Fingerings brushing the familiar surface. Admiring all the bits and bobs. It was hand crafted pretty well. You hadn't been the one to make it and this was the first time you'd gotten the chance to fix it. Honestly, you were a excited. Cause it was really fucking cool.

Finger tips danced along the broken edges. Clearly damaged by a bullet. Your brows furrowed together in thought, thinking of all the cool things you could do with this. Sevika saw that look and placed her hand to her hip," absolutely not. Whatever gizmos shit you're thinking of adding, just leave it as it is. It's fine."

You looked at her with a pout," oh c'mon! That's no fun," you really wanted to add your own flare. But fine, Sevika was a grump.

Ditching the project you'd been tinkering on before, you took Sevika's prosthetic and got to work. Making it look how it did before. Maybe... just maybe you could sneak in a little something extra when she wasn't looking.

[idyllicbby]

my favorite melvika fics on ao3 i recommend to read if you’re just getting into the ship. mostly all of these are 18+ btw so beware & check warnings.

my all time fave. modern au: loosely based on the musical rent (has caitvi in it but the chapters are evenly distributed between the two ships & the melvika parts can be read standalone)

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modern au: they’re teachers at the same school

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cannon compliant: Mel leaving & them being long-distance (soooo sweet)

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(HIGHLY RECOMMEND) modern au: melvika in a hallmark movie with Sevika being the guardian of Jinx & Isha

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cannon compliant: first kiss fic (pre-season 2)

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modern au: one night stand & “forbidden relationship”

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cannon compliant: mostly about the new political climate of Zaun/Piltover & how melvika play a part in it. get some Shoola backstory as well

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cannon compliant: Melvika attending a piltover ballroom event

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cannon compliant: theee toxic yuri series! its a lil intense but its sooooooo good

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& many many more!

[piwo-zero]

EDIT: THE FIC IS POSTED

here's the link:

OKAY.

IM WRITING JAYVIK FANFICTION. FIX-IT. HAPPENS AFTER THE ENDING OF S2.

ITS KIND OF ARTISTC...

this is the beginning. Tell me what u think... should I continue?

~~~~~~~~

They were nowhere. Disappeared into nothingness. Maybe it was terrifying, but he (they?) didn't feel scared, not really. They were together. They disappeared together. That what mattered.

So their existence in nothingness was peaceful. It felt like forever, but it also felt like a second, or a few. The no-forever of being with love of your life can't be scary. Because the nothingness surrounding you is filled with the strongest emotion you can feel - affection, admiration... Love.

Love.

Love.

He woke up, he knew - gaining consciousness after non-being was hard to miss. So he knew that they were back. He kept his eyes closed.

The first breath hurt, because it always hurts when you confront reality. The nothingness isn't frightening. The chaos of every-day is. He couldn't open his eyes. He was afraid.

The first thing that hit him was all the things that happened. The emotions. The memories. They teared his being, his mind apart - at least for a moment. The need to confront his affection with everything that was. Suddenly, the space for the emotion that gave him peace in no-eternity... shrinked. But he didn't forget. He knew he needed to fight for it. He knew he was about to do everything in his power to never stop loving Viktor.

He opened his eyes.

okay.... this is it. I'm kinda sleep deprived and very emotional after the ending. obviously it's not beta read lmao. maybe someone wants to be a beta reader?

I think I'll post this on AO3 btw!!!

the fic will focus on jayce and viktor relationship (obviously) and how they navigate their life after whatever the fuck happened in the end of S2.

the rest of the fic is a mystery, even for me. weee

[sheriffcupcake]

Get fed by fics: a toast to the CaitVi fics that have kept my sanity:

- The Threads of Fate Tangle and Twist by Misthios: my first ever introduction to CaitVi fics which takes place in an AU where Caitlyn ends up in Stillwater jail. Felt like I was reading an alternate season of Arcane. Loved the way the author characterized them both. Also imagine a world where Vi gets to bond with Caitlyn's parents. 100k words. 16 chapters. Complete.

- Cerulean eyes for the damaged soul by loveshazel: the second CaitVi fic I ever read and oh boy, I underestimated the amount of damage I received when I finally finished this 203k word fic :') beautifully written. Tasteful smut. A lovely historical AU in which Cait is a farmer in the French countryside and Vi is an American US Air Force Pilot. 32 chapters. Complete.

- Hotshot by SarcastCity: another AU where Vi is a cop and Cait is a firefighter. Need I say more? Expect lots of pining, thirsting, smutty scenes, and of course a touch of angst. I really enjoyed this author's writing and even more so, they have so many more fics! This fic is a Piltover's Finest delight....All in one package! 242k words. 50 chapters. Complete.

The next fic on my list to read is Run At The Cup by TheHomelyBadger. It's a hockey AU. Stay tuned.

Just kidding. Run at the cup will be after. Because I unexpectedly started reading Phoenix314's fic, "Heart Made of Glass, My Mind of Stone" and the best part is I discovered they are on Tumblr! @caitlynkirammansrifle thank you!

Featuring an AU in which teen Vi and the gang gets caught stealing from Jayce's apartment, Hextech was never invented, and plenty of political drama as well soft teen CaitVi moments. Loving the ride so far. Currently 144k words, 24 chapters, and counting! This is definitely a fic I'll be following. Also I have been converted to a Cassandra Kiramman stan as this author has beautifully brought her to life.

- i don't want you like a best friend by an excellent shot (ohwhatirony) AKA @anexcellentshot

Ever wanted a fic based on Taylor Swift's song "Dress"? Look no more! 6 chapters, 14.5k words, and going strong! It's a nice read where we have CaitVi in college... And they have one rule... Don't fuck each other. I'll leave it at that for you to check out 🤭

[fallingrealms16]

I’m writing a caitvi fanfic if anyone cares 😪

Gonna be 25-30 chapters of slow burn romancing. Not gonna give too much away yet but LOTS of planning has been done with the help of a friend <333

Prologue is pretty much done. So would you guys like weekly snippets or what??? Will ofc be uploading to Ao3 when I have a few chapters written

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Two

also available on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag to find all chapters | warnings: pre-s1 (for now), profanity, child adoption, smoking | Please like, comment and reblog to show support! <3

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Two:

You didn’t have anyone.

You were looking for company.

The Last Drop was loud and rowdy- just as you’d expected of a bar. Although you didn’t go to many very often.

You pushed through the crowd, resisting the urge to shrink in on yourself and instead holding your head high, setting your jaw. You’d made it to the counter, and you firmly planted your hands on the wood, pushing yourself forward to catch the bartender’s attention.

The burly man looked at you, and came over. You had to raise your voice to be heard.

“I- uh…” you looked around, words suddenly lost.

“What’ll it be?”

“Silco…”

The bartender stared at you. “What?”

You pursed your lips. “I’m looking for Silco. Would he happen to be here? By any chance?”

The bartender raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t tell me he had a lady friend.”

“A lady- what? No, I’m just an acquaintance. Is he here?”

The bartender shook his head, letting out a chuckle which was drowned out by the din of the bar. “He’s a close friend of mine. I can tell him you were looking for him tomorrow. Any message you want to relay?”

You thought for a moment. “…Not really. Although-“ A smoke on the rooftop would be nice. “I’d rather talk to him myself, actually.”

The bartender raised his eyebrow without another word, and nodded. “He always hangs around here in the afternoon. Has nothing better to do with his time, the man,” he joked. You made yourself laugh, and thanked him.

You squared your shoulders. “And while I’m here, I suppose I might as well get something. So, uh… gin and tonic, please. Without the gin.”

The man looked at you rather askance at your peculiar request, but didn’t say anything as he served up a glass of tonic. You smiled thinly, looking around at the establishment as he wiped down a glass.

“So how do you know Silco?” He asked you.

You turned your head towards him. You didn’t expect him to start conversation. He looked at you with a glance of curiosity.

“I don’t,” you say. He frowned.

“So how come you’re asking for him?”

“Well, I mean- I do know him. We met yesterday.” You took a sip of the tonic, and it took  the bartender a moment to realise you weren’t planning on elaborating. “How do you know him?”

“He’s pretty much my brother,” the bartender said simply. He extended a hand, and you shook it. “I’m Vander.”

You nodded slowly. “…Vander.” You thought for a moment. “I’m [name].”

“Nice meeting you. Stop by at four tomorrow, will ya?” He watched as you downed your cup and set it on the counter, tossing him the money and nodding.

With that, you left the Last Drop.

-

You found Silco sitting on the steps outside the Last Drop at four in the afternoon the next day. He looked up at you, and you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Silco!” You gasped. “Oh, uh, what are you doing here?”

A languid sweep of his hand brushed the hair out of his eyes. “You asked for me.” He said, voice sounding bored. But there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

You scoffed, shuffling your feet. “Hardly asked.”

“You were looking for me.”

“You told me to stop by!”

He stood up, dusting off his clothes. “Indeed I did. Lonely, are you?”

“As I’ve said already,” you muttered, following him as he made his way through the street. Before long you’d both found yourself on a rooftop, a cigarette in between you.

“Who’s Vander?”

“He’s like my brother.”

Wow. 

“Right.” You looked out across the streets. “Did your… business from last night get…resolved?”

He nodded, a small smirk playing at his lips as he thought back. “It did.”

“And you're sure it wasn’t a prostitute.”

He scoffed, as you giggled at his reaction. “I’m sure.” He turned to watch you laugh, back pressed against the rusted tin as you laid back, and blew a steady stream of smoke into the air.

And then he sighed.

This became a usual routine. One or the other of you would find each other on the rooftop, and would sit there talking until one person had to leave. He wasn’t half bad company, you realized. And sitting there against the sky and smoke felt nice. It was nice to have someone to talk to for reasons other than necessity or business.

One day on a walk home from an errand, the dark blue of the night sky creeping behind the clouds, you heard whimpering from an alleyway. You froze, unsure of what to do. Run? Stay? The sniffling picked up, descending into sobs. 

You burst into the alley.

A little girl, scraped and bloodied, stared at you with wide glassy eyes. You looked back at her.

“What’s your name?” You asked gently, crouching down and wiping the tears and dirt from her bruised face.

“Alice,” she choked out. You felt a tug at your heart, a painful wrench that was hard to ignore. You swallowed a lump. 

“What happened, Alice?”

“Th-they… my mommy…” she started trembling again, and you exhaled slowly, hushing her. “They took her.”

“What about your daddy?” You whispered, carding your fingers through her mousy brown hair.

She raised her head. You followed her gaze.

Piltover.

You lip curled in disgust. Some Piltie must have had an affair with a trencher- a Zaunite, and wanted to get rid of the evidence. No doubt. You gathered the girl in your embrace.

You could hardly support a child, let alone take one in…

“The men were following me,” she told you.

“Let’s go,” you replied. You could hardly support a child.

“Where?”

“Home.”

-

You found him perched on the roof, and climbed up to meet him.

“Silco!” You hissed. He looked at you, frowning at your expression as you collapsed in a heap next to him.

“What’s wrong?” He grabbed your shoulders, eyes welling with concern.

“Silco, there’s a girl. Her father’s from Piltover and they had her mother killed and they’re after her, and I found her and I have no idea what to do with her-“

“Shh, calm down.” He stopped your exhilarated rambling short, and leaned back, taking a moment to think. You watched him, unable to speak.

“Well, if you can’t raise her…”

“I’m not leaving her to die,” you said sharply.

He looked at you skeptically. “And what exactly will you do then? Can you even afford to raise a child?”

“I’ll figure something out.” You sounded unsure.

He looked at you tiredly. “[name]…”

“I’m not leaving her to die,” you said with finality.

He looked at you silently, then nodded. “I’ll… I’ll help where I can.”

You flushed. “You don’t have to.”

He took your hand, and shook his head. “We’re friends.”

You flushed deeper, and looked away, taking a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”

He looked at you. “What?”

“I’m sorry, all you’ve ever done is help me and all I’ve done is… steal your cigarettes.”

At this he laughed, but one look at your face and he realized you were being serious. “It’s not like that.”

“But it is.”

He fell silent, and you knew he couldn’t deny what you had stated was the fact. But then he spoke. “You give me company.”

You laughed. “That’s it?”

“I don’t care about the enforcer chase, or the cigarettes. You know if I didn’t want to be around you I wouldn’t bother. So stop saying random shit and just…” he took a deep breath and dragged his hand across his face. “God, you’re insufferable sometimes.”

Despite the insult, your insides glowed, and you smiled. “Thank you, Silco.”

“Did you just hear me? I called you insufferable.” 

You nodded, still beaming. “Thanks.”

He scoffed, a small smile on his face. “You idiot.” He took out another cigarette, and, as usual, you held out your lighter. He looked at you, and passed you the lit cigarette to have first.

“And you’re sure you don’t consider me as charity work?” You said before a long drag of the cigarette. You passed it back to him, and he stared at you, confused.

“What? I- of course not.”

“Why are we here then?”

“You’re my friend. You were looking for me that day, remember?”

“You immediately decided we were going to…” you waved your hand around. “Whatever this is. Hanging out. What if I wanted something else?”

He rolled his eyes, blowing out some smoke. “What else would you want? I told you to come find me if you wanted company.” He jabbed the cigarette in your direction. “This is company. And I believe we just talked about this?”

You ignored his last comment. “Well, why are you keeping me company?”

He laughed. “You’re my friend. And I get bored too, you know.”

“You have Vander. I’m sure you have others.”

He suddenly looked at you piercingly. You squirmed. Had you said the wrong thing? But then he shook his head slowly, visibly relaxed. “Right, but none of them are…” he stopped himself, face turning slightly pink. “What I mean to say is, it’s nice to know some other people.”

You leaned close and gently prised the cigarette from his fingers, and he looked up at you. You grinned, then placed it in between your lips. Inhaled. Took it from your lips. Exhaled. He blinked as the smoke billowed in his face.

“Thanks,” you smiled. He looked away, miffed. 

“We won’t talk about this anymore.”

“‘Course.”

“You know my answer.”

“I do.”

[dragon-lancelott]

since DC has multiple earths and timelines everyone just has their own different dc earth as how they see everything. like you can really just choose what things happened from whatever comics and mix match what earth they are originally from.

like you dont like that one event from the canon timeline? then it didn't happen on your earth.

you like these events that happened in other Earth/timeline whatever comics? then they happened.

So instead of DC standing for disregard canon it actually means decided [your own] canon

[honeygr-ls]

The Shadows And The Light - Chapter 6

Ao3 - Honeygrls

wo weeks had passed by since Silco had left the clinic when a mysterious letter appeared on your door step. It was on a particularly gloomy afternoon, the sky cloaked in thick gray clouds, when an unexpected delivery arrived at your front door. As you opened the door, it revealed a mysterious black envelope on the doormat. The envelope had a deep black seal which seemed to have an eye imprinted onto it. A shiver of anticipation coursed through you as you reached down, curious yet apprehensive about what this dark envelope could contain.

You opened it up carefully, tearing the seal with a satisfying rip. You unfolded the letter and read its contents.

“Your contributions to Zaun do not go unnoticed. Join us at the Blackwater Gala – An evening of alliances, gratitude, and opportunity. Please dress accordingly.

–Silco.”

The Blackwater Gala was the stuff of legends, whispered about in the dimly lit taverns and bustling streets of Zaun. It was an exclusive affair, drawing the elite of the city—from influential Chembarons to power-hungry gang leaders—each eager to indulge in a night of extravagance so rarely seen in the undercity. The gala was held in an old done up warehouse from what you had heard.

You had also heard intriguing tales of the events that unfolded within those walls, where the music was loud, and laughter mingled with the sharp scent of shimmer-infused drinks. Guests wearing the newest of Zaun's fashion and the most intricate hairstyles

Yet, beneath the shimmering exterior lied a murky reality filled with rumors of shady transactions whispered in hidden corners as well as scandalous accounts of drug deals and illicit sexual favours.

You'd never attend something so debauched, the very idea setting you on edge but declining didn't seem like a viable option, not when Silco himself had written you a personal invitation.

You sighed, groaning into your hands before shoving the letter into your pocket and heading back inside. You slammed the door with an irritated huff, stomping into your bedroom to see if you had anything good enough to wear.

You began to rummage through the back of your closet, pushing aside old shoes and forgotten sweaters. As your hands brushed against a large, sturdy box, curiosity piqued. You carefully pulled it out, dust collecting on the surface as you placed it on your bed. With a gentle tug, you lifted the lid, revealing the treasures within.

Among the items, your eyes fell upon one of your mother’s old dresses, a vibrant reminder of her youth. It was from her twenties, and you had kept it all these years, cherishing it even after her passing. With a mix of nostalgia and excitement, you pulled the dress out, feeling the soft fabric glide through your fingers.

You took a moment to admire its design before trying it on. Standing in front of your mirror, you adjusted the straps and looked at your reflection. The dress was short, barely grazing your upper thighs, and the black shimmery fabric caught the light beautifully. It hugged your curves just right, accentuating your features and giving you a sense of elegance.

A soft laugh bubbled up from inside of you as you smoothed your hands down the dress. This would be perfect.

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You stepped into the warehouse, looking around In awe as you took in the sights before you. Crimson and golden banners hung from the steel rafters, chem-lights casting an otherworldly glow that danced around the place. The air was heavy with mingling scents of expensive alcohol, smoke and something faintly chemical.

Your steps faltered as you made your way further into the extravagant room glancing around at the hoards of different people huddled into their own respective circles. You smelt small amidst the large crowd of people, each of them seeping with confidence and mischief.

It wasn't long before Silco approached you, his movements measured and smooth as always. “You came.” He said, his eyes flickering over your appearance with a brief lift of his brow. “Good. You've earned your place here tonight. But remember..” His voice dipped, low and laced with warning. “This isn't a room for naivety, remember to keep your wits about you, hm?”

With that he was gone, melting back into the crowd as effortlessly as he appeared.

You exhaled slightly, your hands tightening around the glass handed to you by a passing waiter. Your eyes swept around the place once again, hoping to find a certain familiar face within the packed room. All you could pick out was Chem-barons, gang leaders and influential merchants mingling in a dangerous dance of power and deception.

And then, at the far end of the room, you spotted her.

Sevika.

She was leaning against a steel pillar, her figure adorned in her usual attire which made your brows furrow in confusion. Her smokey eyes scanned the room, and for a brief moment, they locked onto yours.

You flashed her a shy grin, but she quickly looked away, her expression unreadable.

Your expression soured as confusion tightened in your chest. You were excited at the thought of seeing Sevika again; it had been a while since Silco had left, and you were eager to reconnect with her. However, it seemed she didn’t share your enthusiasm.

With a defeated sigh, you walked over to the hors d'oeuvres, hoping to eat away your disappointment.

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It wasn't long before you realized how truly

out of depth you were. Conversations buzzed around you full of threats and empty compliments. You tried to stay out of view but it was difficult when so many eyes lingered on you, curious and calculating.

When you finally found refuge in a quiet, dimly lit corner near the drinking fountain, your chest heaved with relief. The heavy energy of the gala seemed to melt away, replaced by a small sense of calm. That was until the faint sound of polished shoes against the floor drew your attention.

Your stomach dropped when you noticed the man approaching, his presence oozing an unsettling confidence. He carried himself with the kind of casual arrogance that only a man could muster up. His sharp suit, tailored to perfection, gleamed under the chem-light, but it was his smile that sent a chill down your spine.

It wasn’t a friendly smile—it was the kind that slithered under your skin, full of false charm. His golden teeth caught the light as his grin widened, his dark eyes gleaming with interest.

Your heart raced as recognition struck you. It was Finn, one of the most infamous Chem-Barons in Zaun. Stories of his twisted dealings and ruthless methods had reached even the quietest corners of your clinic. He was a man who thrived on power and fear.

And now, his attention was fixed solely on you.

“Ah, the healer,” he drawled, his voice a low, menacing purr that seemed to wrap around you like smoke.

You stiffened, your pulse quickening as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “Mr. Finn,” you greeted cautiously, inclining your head. Your tone was polite, but the rapid pounding of your heart betrayed the unease swirling in your chest.

“Just Finn,” he corrected smoothly, his smile stretching wider to reveal a glint of gold teeth. “No need for formalities, doll.”

The nickname struck like a cold draft, making your stomach churn. The oily sweetness of his tone made your skin crawl, but you forced a tight smile, determined to keep your composure.

“Tell me,” Finn continued, his head tilting slightly as his sharp eyes roamed over you, assessing and lingering too long. “How does someone like you earn an invitation to a place like this?”

You straightened your posture, trying to ignore the way his gaze felt like a physical weight. “Silco invited me,” you replied evenly, willing your voice not to waver.

Finn’s expression shifted subtly, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smirk as his eyes narrowed. “Of course, he did.” His voice held an edge of mockery, though his smile remained intact, plastered across his face like a mask.

He took a deliberate step closer, his polished shoes clicking softly against the floor, the sound eerily measured. “You’ve been quite the talk of the evening, you know,” he continued, his tone dripping, “Zaun’s own little hero with a heart of gold. Tending to the needy, expecting nothing in return. Selfless.” He leaned in slightly, his head tilting, “It’s almost…naïve.”

The insinuation struck you like a bullet, but you forced yourself to stay calm, your fingers tightening around the edges of your glass. “I… I do what I can,” you replied, taking a cautious step back, but Finn’s movements mirrored yours, closing the gap effortlessly.

“Such modesty,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower as he leaned in further, his breath warm against your skin. The cloying scent of his cologne was suffocating, making it hard to think. His sharp features seemed to loom closer, filling your vision.

“But surely,” Finn continued, his voice softening to a predatory whisper, “someone as kind and beautiful as you must be used to admiration.” His words slithered into your ear, the low growl of his tone making your breath hitch involuntarily.

You instinctively flinched, your body tensing as he leaned even closer, his presence overwhelming and intrusive. The heat of his proximity made your stomach churn, and an unpleasant shiver ran down your spine, leaving you frozen.

“Excuse me,” you said firmly, taking a step to the side to put space between you and Finn.

But he shifted smoothly to block your path, his movement fluid. His sharp grin widened as he tilted his head, studying your reaction with an unsettling intensity.

“There’s no need to rush off,” he drawled, his tone light but with an edge that felt like a subtle warning. “I only want to get to know you better. Surely a healer like you can spare a little kindness?”

Your pulse quickened as unease swirled inside of you. “I’m not interested,” you said, keeping your voice steady despite the unpleasant knot forming in your stomach.

Finn’s grin twisted into something darker and sharper, his eyes narrowing slightly as if resisting only intrigued him more. “Ah, playing hard to get, I see,” he mused, taking a slow, deliberate step closer. “I always did enjoy a challenge.”

The words sent a chill down your spine, and you instinctively took a step back, feeling the cool metal of the drinking fountain press against your back. Trapped.

“Come now, don’t be so quick to run off—”

“Back off.”

The words cut through the tension like a blade, low and dangerous, the weight of it vibrating in the air around you.

Your heart pounded, and relief flooded your chest as Sevika stepped out of the crowd, her towering frame a protective barrier between you and Finn. Her expression was as cold as steel, her jaw tight, and her mechanical arm gleaming ominously in the dim light as she stood beside you.

Finn turned toward her slowly, his grin faltering for just a second before he schooled his expression back into something cool and unaffected. “Sevika,” he greeted smoothly, though the slight edge to his voice betrayed his irritation. “Always so quick to play the hero, aren’t you?”

“She said she’s not interested,” Sevika stated flatly. She didn’t so much as blink as her gaze pierced into Finn, a silent warning in her expression.

Finn raised his hands in mock surrender, a lazy smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “No harm in having a conversation, is there? We’re all friends here.”

“Doesn’t look like she wants to be friends,” Sevika shot back, taking a step forward, her broad shoulders squaring as she towered over him. “So, I’ll say it again: Back. Off.”

The air between them grew tense, a silent standoff as Finn’s smirk faltered again, his face shifting into an irritated scowl. He glanced between you and Sevika, the corner of his mouth twitching as if weighing his next move.

“Touchy, touchy,” Finn finally said, taking a deliberate step back but keeping his eyes locked on Sevika’s. “You really should learn to relax, Sevika. You might live longer.”

“Keep testing me, and we’ll find out how long you’ll last,” she growled, her voice a low rumble that made your stomach churn and, oddly, brought a sense of comfort at the same time.

Finn chuckled, though the sound was humorless, and shot you one last unsettling glance before turning on his heel. “Enjoy the party,” he called over his shoulder as he melted back into the crowd, leaving a trail of unease after him.

For a moment, you stood frozen, your heart pounding as the tension slowly began to dissipate. You turned to Sevika, who hadn’t moved an inch, her gaze still locked in the direction Finn had disappeared. Her shoulders were tense, and the muscles in her jaw flexed as she exhaled sharply through her nose.

“Thank you,” you said softly, your voice wavering with lingering nerves.

Sevika’s head snapped toward you, and for the first time that evening, her stern demeanor cracked. A faint flicker of awkwardness crossed her face, though she quickly schooled her expression into something more neutral. “Yeah,” she muttered, shifting her weight uncomfortably.

You offered a small, genuine smile despite the lingering tension. “I mean it. That could’ve gone a lot worse if you hadn’t stepped in.”

She looked away, rubbing the back of her neck with her flesh hand, her mechanical fingers clinking softly at her side. “It’s nothing. Just… don’t let idiots like him corner you again.”

Her words were gruff, but you could hear the concern buried beneath the rough exterior. The realization made warmth bloom in your chest despite the unsettling encounter that had just happened.

“Still,” you said gently, “I’m glad you were here.”

Sevika glanced at you from the corner of her eye, her lips pressing into a tight line. She gave a short nod, but the stiffness in her posture made it clear she wasn’t used to being thanked, especially in this way.

“I’ll, uh, keep an eye out,” she muttered, taking a small step back. Her eyes darted away briefly before she added, almost stumbling over her words, “You should stick to people you trust.” She paused, visibly uncomfortable, then cleared her throat. “Anyway... take care.” And with that, she turned abruptly and walked off, her mechanical arm whirring softly as she melted into the crowd.

Before you could fully process Sevika’s abrupt leave, a bright, chaotic burst of blue energy descended upon you.

“Well, well, well! What do we have here?” a high-pitched voice chirped from behind.

You turned just in time to see none other than Jinx, (Whom you learnt through gossip in the clinic that she was Silco's daughter) bounding toward you, her wide, manic grin lighting up her face like a spark. Her vivid blue braids swung wildly as she closed the distance, her eyes darting between you and the direction Sevika had just disappeared.

“Oh my GOD!” she squealed, clasping her hands together in delight. “You’re the girl Sevika never shuts up about!”

Your heart nearly stopped, your brain racked in confusion trying to catch up with what she’d just said. “W-what?” you stammered, completely caught off guard.

Jinx stopped right in front of you, leaning forward with a smirk as if she were sharing the most juiciest secret. “You heard me! Sevika’s been talking about you! Like, a LOT.” She wiggled her eyebrows exaggeratedly, her voice dropping to a stage whisper. “You must be very special!”

You blinked, your mouth opening and closing as you struggled to find a response. “I… I think you have the wrong idea—”

“Wrong idea? Pfft!” Jinx waved you off, her expression completely unserious. “Don’t play coy with me, doc. I mean, who could blame her? You’ve got this whole cute, shy, healer vibe going on.” She tilted her head, eyeing you up and down. “Kinda adorable, if you ask me. Totally Sevikas type too!”

“I’m not—she doesn’t—” you tried to explain, but Jinx wasn’t listening.

“Bet she likes your little ‘I just want to help people’ thing. So noble, so selfless! Classic hero stuff!” She twirled one of her braids around her finger, a dreamy look in her eyes. “It’s so weird hearing Sevika talk about anything that isn’t punching people, booze, or punching people while holding booze! You’ve gotta be a big deal.”

Your cheeks burned hotter with every word, and you shook your head furiously. “I think you’re misunderstanding—”

“Oh, sure, sure,” Jinx interrupted, waving her hand dismissively again. “I get it. You’re too shy to admit it. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Your secret’s safe with me.” she said with an exaggerated wink.

“It’s not a secret because it’s not a thing!” you insisted, but Jinx only cackled in response, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

Before she could say anything else, a shadow loomed over the two of you, and you turned to see Sevika standing there, her brows furrowed in irritation. “Jinx,” she said, her voice sharp with warning, “what the hell are you doing?”

Jinx spun around, unfazed by Sevika’s stern tone. “Oh, hey, Sev!” she chirped, grinning like everything was alright. “Just having a little chat with your favorite healer. You know, the one you won’t stop gushing about?”

“Jinx,” Sevika growled, her jaw clenching.

“What?” Jinx said innocently, throwing her hands up. “It’s cute. You’re cute. She's cute. It’s all cute!” She giggled, skipping back a step.

Sevika’s face turned to stone, her discomfort obvious as she shot a glare at Jinx that could have burned the whole building down. “That’s enough.”

Jinx pouted, clearly enjoying pushing Sevika’s buttons. “Fine, fine,” she said with an exaggerated sigh. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” She wagged her fingers at you in a teasing wave as she backed away. “Have fun, doc! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

And with that, she disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing there in stunned silence and Sevika looking like she wanted to punch the nearest wall.

You finally dared to glance at Sevika, whose lips were pressed into a tight line. “She’s… lively,” you offered weakly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sevika rubbed the back of her neck, her flesh hand clenched into a fist at her side. “She’s an idiot,” she muttered, her eyes flickering to yours for a brief moment before darting away. “Ignore her.”

Sevika cleared her throat awkwardly. “You okay?” she asked, her voice almost hesitant.

“Yeah,” you replied, the corner of your lips lifting in a small smile. “Thanks to you. I thought I'd be there forever.”

“Yeah… she has a tendency to do that,” Sevika said, rolling her eyes and groaning softly. Her mechanical arm flexed slightly, the faint whir of it breaking the tension. “Always running her mouth, stirring up trouble wherever she goes.”

She sighed heavily, her frustration evident as she looked off into the distance, avoiding your gaze. “Half the time, I’m cleaning up after her messes. The other half? I’m wondering why Silco keeps her around.”

You tilted your head, curiosity igniting within you despite the lingering awkwardnes. “She’s unpredictable, sure,” you ventured carefully, “but… isn’t that part of her charm?”

Sevika snorted, shaking her head. “Charm? Yeah, if you think charm is blowing up half the Undercity because she got bored.” Her lips twitched in what might have been the beginning of a smirk before she quickly schooled her expression back to something more neutral.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you watched her. “You care about her a little, though,” you pointed out gently.

She stiffened slightly at your observation, her brow furrowing as though she didn’t like being caught in such an admission. “She’s a pain in the ass,” Sevika muttered, glancing down at you.

You nodded, the corners of your mouth still quirking up. “Well, for what it’s worth, she seems to care about you. She… uh, definitely thinks highly of you.”

Sevika’s gaze sharpened, her expression unreadable as she looked at you. “That so?” she said, her voice low.

“Yeah,” you said, feeling a little heat creep up your neck. “She, uh… she said you talked about me. A lot.”

Her face immediately hardened, and her jaw clenched. “Jinx exaggerates,” she said gruffly, the words coming out so quickly it almost felt rehearsed.

“Does she?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, a smirk growing on your face.

Sevika’s mechanical arm twitched, her fingers flexing as though she needed something to do with her hands. “Look,” she began, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s not like that. You’re… I mean, you helped Silco. That’s important.”

Your lips parted, but you hesitated, unsure how to respond. The tension between you hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of you said anything.

Then, Sevika let out another sigh, running a hand down her face. “Forget it,” she muttered, her voice quieter now. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You stepped closer, your voice soft. “Sevika… it’s okay. I’m not upset.”

She glanced at you, her grey eyes searching your face. For a quick moment, something vulnerable flickered in her gaze, but it was gone as quickly as it came. “You shouldn’t trust people like me,” she said flatly, her tone almost clipped.

You frowned, taking another step toward her. “Why not? You’ve done nothing but help me tonight.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she shook her head. “You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me,” you said, your voice firmer now, your brows furrowing.

She hesitated, her posture stiff. But before she could respond, a commotion erupted on the far side of the room. Both of you turned to see a group of eople arguing loudly, the heated fight drawing attention from everyone nearby.

Sevika took the moment of distraction, taking a step back and straightening her shoulders. “I should handle that,” she said abruptly, her tone clipped.

“Sevika—” you started, but she was already moving away, her long strides carrying her through the crowd before you could stop her.

You watched her go, a mix of frustration and curiosity swirling in your chest. Whatever was going on in her head, she clearly wasn’t ready to talk about it. But something told you this wasn’t the end of this conversation—just the beginning.

[mrsskepticism]

"Will you hold me?… even just for a while?"

[wherebriarsgrow]

League Family Portrait from chapter 11 of my fic, Cleric (link under cut)

[flamingpudding]

Part 13 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

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A/N: I got a bit too self conscious in regards to why Danny is the older twin in this story. I know it would be nice and cute for him to be the younger but when I started to work on this idea, I always saw him as the elder twin. It just kept bothering me that some wished differently and made me feel like I needed to explain my thoughts. Besides when I first thought of Danny as an assassin that couldn't kill, I also thought of Odasaku from BSD and the image just fit in my head, including the older brother energy and getting pushed over the edge when losing loved ones.

Interlude: A Brothers Protection

When they had been four Danny had quickly learned what it had meant to be an heir. Their grandfather had showered him and Dami in love and praise at first. Happy about having two heirs that would lead the league to glory. Even if only one heir was needed, having two was a blessing in his grandfather's eyes. His mother always spoke proudly of them, of how they were meant for something great. Then their training had started, and words of love and praise became criticism and pressure.

From the outside there was no difference in the pressure put on the twins. Their teachers and handlers treated them equally when they had lessons together. Both were heirs, but Danny was the primary one. So when they were separated for their training Danny knew their teachers were making differences influenced by that. At the age of five he started to egg them on, challenging them, making them more aware of him, to take the pressure off his brother. He didn't mind, because no matter how harsh they were with him, he still got to late night stargaze while cuddling his twin. Damian would indulge Danny's need to rest on him thinking Danny's stamina was not the same as his own but still pushed him away at times if he hindered his twin from drawing.

He had read about how elder brothers were supposed to protect the younger ones. When he learned about that concept he had gone to their mother asking, who was the elder and his mother had told him that he was born before his twin, which was why he was the primary heir. Yet all he cared about was that the elder twin had a responsibility towards the younger. Though even if he had been the younger one, Danny would still have found an excuse to protect Damian, this just made it easier for him to rationalize protecting his twin from the true harshness of their training.

With their growing skills, soon came the time for them to be sent on their first mission. An easy one. They were to eliminate a traitor. Someone that had joined the league for only a couple of months before deciding to quit, taking secrets with them that they weren't supposed to know.

Grandfather never liked loose ends. So they were sent out, with clear instructions. Grandfather had instructed Danny to be the one to deal the killing blow. Danny was supposed to prove his worth, for the first time their grandfather was acknowledging him as the elder twin. Words of promise were spoken to him during the briefing and when he had asked about Damian, grandfather had told him that his brother would prove his right during their next mission. For now Damian was to follow up and eliminate any third party that would prove to be a risk to the mission.

That mission was the first of many of Danny's failures.

He had critically injured the traitor but hesitated too long in dealing the killing blow. Their observer for the mission stepped in. Killing the target with a disapproving stare that made Danny wither and seek his brothers closeness. Grandfather had lectured him afterwards furious of how he as the primary heir could fail at something so simple when he had the target before him on a silver platter. A silver platter he had created with his own hands.

The image of his wheezing target, with glassy eyes, begging with fear and pleading for their life flashed before his eyes. Even without a killing blow, Danny knew he had injured them enough that they wouldn't have survived anyway if no help arrived within 15 minutes. But that was not up to league standards. Even if slim, do not leave your enemies with the slightest change of survival, his grandfather's words ringed in his ears.

They started to separate Damian from him more often then, sending Danny off to more harsh training that he had no problem completing. He had the skill but still, from there on he continued to mess up his mission in similar ways. Yet Damian was covering for Danny whenever they were sent on mission together. Danny incapacitated the target soundlessly and Dami killed them.

In a way Danny found another form of how to protect Damian like this. He couldn't kill but Damian would gain their grandfather's praise by covering for him. Danny in return would earn the punishments for failure, the lecturers and their teachers' harshness. Their displeasure would focus on him during lessons leaving his twin to learn their lessons in peace without them constantly shouting at him what to do better. Because that was directed at him, the failure they needed to correct.

Yet his twin insisted that they were meant to complete each other. Danny had the talent in incapacitating anyone no matter their size and impromptu thinking and a heart of mercy while Damian had the calculating and strategic handling with a heart steeled to kill. They were each other's missing half's his twin had told him. They were meant to work together this way, to balance each other out.

Danny loved Dami for that even more but he knew better.

When they were six Danny lost his title as heir. His grandfather had declared that Damian was the one true heir, the one meant to lead them in the future. He didn't mind that, he had expected that the moment he was unable to kill the first time. Besides even if he had the harsher lessons, Damian was still better skillswise, he truly was the better between them. His twin was of a different opinion, in the privacy of their rooms his twin kept insisting that Danny could prove their grandfather wrong. That they were meant to lead together and not alone but Danny knew better.

With the loss of his title, the scorn and mockery began from other league members more openly. The focus of his mother and grandfather turned to Damian and so did their love. Still Danny continued like before, challenging teachers and other members, drawing the focus on him despite having become the black sheep. His skills were still on par with his brother's, even if he couldn't kill and he made sure their teachers were aware. His mother was giving him knowing looks whenever she had to pull him off teachers sometimes several times a day. She knew why he continued doing that.

His twin also still adored him in a way that made Danny think that Damian might know about the way he attempted to protect the other even without the title of heir. As if Damian knew that whenever Danny learned that a teacher had been harsher on Damian than needed that Danny was the one injuring said teacher in his own lessons. That Damian knew that the exhaustion he displayed at night when they sat on the roofs to watch the stars over Nanda Parbat while Dami drew into drawing pads, was not because of a lack of stamina but the work he put into honing his skill so that they focused on the back sheep of the family and focused their scorn, jealousy and envy on him instead of Dami.

He was eight when he realized he had screwed up to much. His grandfather's words from long ago rang in his ears as he stood before his twin with drawn blades and the eyes of nearly every league member watching them, awaiting his inevitable death. This was his last act to protect his twin and fulfill the role of elder brother in the way he had read about when he had been even younger. Dami would live and that was all that had mattered to Danny.

"Is there a reason why you bring these memories to the surface, Nocturn?" A sixteen year old Danny asked frowning, watching his own memories like he was a bystander. His surroundings changed once more. Gone were the images of the memory of the last time he had protected his twin as a wide and empty space surrounded him. In the distance stars glinted, reminding him of the night sky of Nanda Parbat. An answer never came. It wouldn't matter either way. Because by the time he woke up he would have forgotten again anyway.

"If you won't answer, could you at least ask Clockwork what he was thinking by doing this?" He asked into the nothingness. Still not receiving an answer. With a sigh Danny plopped onto the ground, eyeing his surroundings as his earliest memory of Damian's and his first lesson in parkour started to form around him, coaxing a small smile from him.

Blinking into awareness Danny yawned before rolling onto his back, his eyes briefly flashed green before settling into blue. His head lay in his twin's lap as this older Dami was drawing something on a drawing pad. His head felt clearer these days but not by much. There was also the feeling like he remembered more stuff in his sleep yet whenever he woke up he felt like something was missing. There was always a headache pounding in his head making him dizzy when he tried outside of sleep. His eyes watched this older version of his twin and an image of the Dami drawing while they sat on roofs overlayed the one he was watching right there.

He chirped happily. There were still so many questions in his mind but the answers didn't matter to him anymore. Dami was alive and doing what he loved openly. Whatever happened in between his last fuzzy memory and now didn't matter. Because Danny was sure, he must have done something right in protecting Dami as the elder twin for this to be the result. Yawning, curled up more pressing his face into his twins stomach, to silence the noise in his head. His mind started to feel muddy again as he snuggled into this older and alive version of his twin brother. The extra set of instincts still screamed at him.

Blobbert and the other blob ghosts were trying to help him with that but the struggle was still there.

A small hiss escaped him as he turned his head, eyes zeroed in on the eldest that kept trying to pet him or give him sweets as bribery halted his approach. His nose scrunched up as he bared his teeth and the briber coed at him. Danny protested and he could hear his twin scowling as suddenly his senses were thrown for a ride. Danny's eyes focused on the icky one as he entered his field of vision.

The icky one was feeling more icky than before. Like the first time he had met him. Danny hissed in displeasure feeling something strange but familiar run through him. With his instincts screaming he sat up quickly before his brother could stop him and lunged as he let something else in him take over, not knowing that his eyes were glowing green.

[idyllicbby]

the last place i thought i would find a correct analysis of Jayce & Mel’s relationship was in a Melvika fanfic but i can’t say i’m mad about it

link to fic (heavily recommend): https://archiveofourown.org/works/61757527/chapters/157880620

[imjustmarcy]

Chapter two of the jayvik fic up people, go read.

Updates on Fridays

What if Jayce ended up on the good universe too?