#black lightning fanfiction

[deadlysansa]

That feeling when the girls are back

[silverose365]

Unknown Ocupent

Summary: When Sirius Black takes shelter in his family home of 12 Grimwald place he's unaware of two thing 1. His brother Regulas Black had a daughter with a muggle born witch and 2. That his niece has been living there for years.

Psa: It's been forever hasn't it? Super short idea that just popped in my head let me know if I should do another part!

Sirius POV:

I'm not really sure what I had expected was going to happen as I walked into the place that brought me so much dread as a kid but I know I wasn't expecting to see my mother's portrait already covered with her whispering about wasted pure blood.

I certainly wasn't expecting to hear Kreatcher telling someone "mistress Black again suggests you work from the book of dark magic and forget the work the school has given you".

Followed by the sound of a tired young witch telling the house elf "Kreacher for the hundredth time you are not a messenger owl, I do not care what my grandmother requested of me, and please for the love of Godric leave me the hell alone".

As I step into the kitchen I'm shocked to see a witch who is the spitting image of Regulas sitting at the table with school books spread across the table and an elegant looking wand placed in her hand as she mumbles to herself about Expecto Patronum. I peak over her shoulder to see the other subjects she is learning and note Advanced Potions, Astronomy, Advanced Defense Against The Dark Arts I raise my brow impressed.

"Those are some tough classes to get into you must be pretty smart" the girl jumps at least a foot as she launches from her chair..

I chuckle as she held her wand up against me "who are you? And what do you want?"

For someone so young she holds her stance with practiced ease and her wand steady. As I open my mouth to put the girl at ease Kreacher speaks with respect but slight disgust "this is Sirius Black you father's brother".

I watch as she debates in her head before putting her wand down and quietly going back to studying. I stare shocked "That's it? A strange man in prison clothes you've never met in your life walks in and when you hear my name you suddenly don't care?"

Without looking up she motions to the stove "stew is in the pot, tea in the kettle, I assume you know where everything in the house is" she speaks quietly.

"shall Kreacher serve two bowls of stew?" The elf asks clearly not wanting to be here.

"No" I answer for the girl as the elf walks out of the room.

I grab two bowls and ladel stew into them sitting down beside her as I slide one towards her "so am I to call you little Regulas, or..." I trail off seeing her smirk.

Y/n POV:

I try not to break my uninterested face but can't help but smirk everyone says I look like my dad but unfortunately for 'the great and noble house of Black' based on my personality others may think I'm more like my uncle say beside me.

Realizing I haven't answered I lower my eyes to the stew as I stir it "I'm y/n" I keepl it simple enough.

He clears his throat "so hogwarts huh? A Slitherin I presume"

"Nope" again short and to the point.

"Drabble in the dark arts?" He tries again

I scoff "nope" as he opens his mouth again I groan "ok let's just get this over with I'm a 6th year Huffelpuff, I'm top of my class, no I have no intrest in the dark arts, no I don't care if anyone in the family disagrees and if you have a problem with that get over it because I'm not moving"

He chuckles at me...chuckles. he soon grins "so I see the family reacted the same to you being different as me."

I look back at my soup "well..." I hesitate "except my mother's a muggle" I mumble.

To my shock instead of turning his nose up at me like the others he puts his hand on top of mine I the kind of way a father would soon a nervous child "i don't care about that.. I get a feeling you and I are gonna be just fine living here together"

I smile softly feeling accepted blissfully unaware of my father's ghost smiling at the scene before him from the corner.

Let me know if I should do another part!

@myloser @scandalous-chaos @myfictionaldreams @georgeandiareinparis111 @roonilwazlibimagines

[peacekeeperangel]

I actually started this fic in my head long before the Mermaid's Tale update so I never planned there actually being a Soul Jam there. the fact that Devsis ended up giving me material to work with and possibly torture the audience with is pure coincidence I assure you. Mwa Ha ha. >:3 Anyway Grand Reef Cookie and the Beached AU are all belonging to @cosmicwhoreo

Hang onto your hats kids! Next chapter is the finale of this little tale... I hope.

[perpetuallydaydreaming]

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[lightningrogers]

Dear Dog (Can You Do Me a Favour?) 👀👀

this is the name of my mwpp initiative fic! established marylily, wolfstar and dorlene. james is a psychologist and regulus is a veterinarian - sorry, no spoilers about what the title means/is reference to, it’s very much a name drop, roll credits moment so want to keep it (somewhat) of a surprise (i am terrible at this, so im trying hard)

[sereinegemini]

i finally made a compilation of my oneshots and blurbs on wattpad if any of you prefer that format or simply want to give me some love and support over there 🫶🏻

[luckyluan]

The Living Storm

MARCH 24, 2024 - 11:26pm

The sky darkened. Soft and glacial giants dipped into malevolent postures and the wind scraped against the tall, winding grass. Its high-pitched shrieks spat curses in his ears as it whistled passed. The afternoon sky filled with a violent ink and streaks of violet lightning struck the roiling curtains as if welding together the adjoining frames. This would not soon pass. 

He looked from the sky to Taryn Rhys and back again. Below the flashing scene, Taryn stood with his arms outstretched to the heavens; and the atmosphere reached back. Coils of bright lightning jetted between his bony fingers. Large and small bolts of electricity traveled down his arms, across his body, and down his knees; disappearing into the dampening earth. The wind contoured his angular frame; whittling the protruding muscles at his obliques and aiming itself at him. Taryn leveled his arms at him; and as the currents of electricity draped themselves over his brown arms—like jewelry—he realized that Taryn viewed him as an adversary. 

Dalton fell backward as a bolt of lightning struck the ground between his sneakers. He scrambled backward. 

“What--what are you?” Dalton shouted over the laughing winds.  

The wind beat against his thick frame, and he dug his fingers into the wet soil for a handhold. Nothing helped. The current of wind was far too strong.  

A clap of lightning illuminated the velvet blanket covering the sky and the silhouette of a massive bird was lit by the passing of the brilliant energy. His heart sank. 

“I am the wind.” Taryn spoke. 

His voice shrieked like the wind and shook the ground like thunder. It surrounded him. The unyielding wind lifted Taryn off his feet. The air around him boiled with wells of power.  

“I am the darkening sky and coming rain.” he continued “both necessary and violent. I am the hurricane, the earthquake, the lightning, and the tsunami.” 

Taryn Rhys raised his arms to the sky and one blinding flash of lightning passed through him; electrifying the surrounding pasture. Tendrils of smoke rose from tall grass. Tree roots burned to ash as the current travelled up their ancient and knowing trunks. The lightning transformed their leaves to simmering embers as it climbed up the branches and reached, again, for the towering clouds. 

“I am Taryn Rhys. The Living Storm, Bringer of Rain, Carrier of Wind. My wings make the thunders of legend. I am the Thunderbird, and, once again, you are trespassing on sacred ground; and now, you will pay the ultimate price.” 

The hair on Dalton’s arms stood tall as the air in the clearing brightened to a blinding white. The air dried and he choked on his cracking tongue. A clap of thunder echoed across the clearing and a blast of lightning pushed Dalton out of existence. 

[caffeineheroes]

"Remus lets his thoughts wander and turns his head to see Sirius lying beside him. He's close, and Remus lets himself look, just this once. His face in profile is as beautiful as any painting, though Remus doubts any amount of artistic talent could capture his essence properly. It would be like trying to paint lightning, you’d see it in strokes of yellow and white, but you’d never be able to paint the feel of electricity in the air."

-- from R.J.L Reads A Self Help Book, "Chapter 2: Delicate" by Lassolo

[hyperfocuscentre]

red ripples, i see you coming

summary: Annabeth Chase dreams of a boy with sea-green eyes.

Leaves and branches crack under her feet, her heart pounding ferociously in her chest as if it were trying to escape the horrors that chased them. The wind cuts against her face, striking her cheeks and numbing her nose and the tips of her ears. Her braids slap against her face as she turns to look behind her, turns to see how close they are. She feels a push at her back and hears an exhausted voice pant out ‘Don’t Look!’

CRACK!

Lightning strikes the trees behind them and she presses down the terrified whimper that threatens to crawl up her throat and escape through her tightly pressed lips. She focuses her eyes on the top of the hill, determination to get there driving the soles of her feet into the soil, determination to survive powering the push of her heels to increase her speed. Grover runs beside her, panicked bleats escaping his mouth as he urges them on. Luke is behind her, he reaches out and pushes her again to urge her fowards. Thalia...

BOOM!

‘Go I’ll hold them off!’

She can’t move. Luke and Grover have disappeared. Her eyes can’t leave Thalia’s as she stares back. Electric blue lit up with fear, wide and terrified. Her lips are parted as she gasps for breathe. The wind spirals the spikes of her hair, twisting them and blowing them around in a mess of dark black. She stands there, doesn’t even turn around to fight the crowd of monsters and this isn’t right! This isn’t what actually happened! Every muscle in her body tenses as Annabeth fights to move, blood pounding through her veins like water pounds against the sides of the bank when a dam breaks and releases its metaphorical prisoner. Her dam breaks in the same way, a scream she had been burying, trying to trap down, tears from her raw throat as she stares. She stares and stares and stares and the monsters get closer and closer and closer. Thalia looks so weak and scared and this isn’t RIGHT because this ISN’T the Thalia that Annabeth remembers! She shrieks, names tumbling from her trembling lips (Luke! Grover! Help her! THALIA!) but nobody comes except the monsters. They come with sharp teeth, long claws, venomous smirks and murderous eyes. The three women at the front come with vengeance in their minds; they come with orders from their god, their master, to kill the young life force that did nothing but breath and have a father with many crimes to his name.

RUMBLE!

The monsters are gone, Thalia is Gone. Instead there stands a boy. she sees the strange glint of sea green eyes as they stare furiously at Pasiphae’s son. The beast towers over him, furry tuffs disguising the thick, veiny neck and broad shoulders of a horrifying creature. It’s muscles contort, sending a ripple down large, tanned arms stained with soil and dirt. The boy does not back away, does not shiver or scream. He just stares with fury, under furrowed brows and rain-soaked hair. He wants revenge, but for what, Annabeth does not know. The creases of grief and wrath on his face trace out a story that she does not know, but she recognises that he, like she, has lost someone important.

His hair is slick to his forehead and his eyes.. she recognises that glint now.. they are aglow with a vengeful fire.

The shake of a jacket, waves of red and the scrape of a hoofed foot on nature’s carpet, soil flicked backwards.

Lightning strikes one last time. The bull charges towards the boy and-

She rockets up, frantically brushing tears out of her eyes. Blankets are flung backwards, feet thumping against wood. Some of her siblings sit up, blinking dazedly.

“Annabeth ?” One mumbles, she doesn’t know who because she’s already out the door. Rain pounds against her head, soaking her clothes and sticking them to her skin.

The big house door slams against the wall as she charges in, shouting for Chiron.

“Chiron! I dreamt of him, he’s here!”

He wheels out through a door, frown lines marring his face as he looks at her with blatant concern. His mouth parts, ready to question her but he doesn’t get the chance.

THUMP! Someone is outside.

She almost rips the door off it’s hinges in her urgency, braids whipping around her and pattering against the frame of the door.

Dark eyes meet swirling green and blue.

He stares at her, for a moment. She looks like a fierce angel - a punisher of the devil and his followers - as she stares back, dark skin aglow, highlighted by the porch lights.

“He’s the one. He must be.” She says, unsure if the boy, Percy, hears her or not.

“Silence, Annabeth,” Chiron says. “He’s still conscious. Bring him inside.”

[magnaswingwritings]

Black Bulls Month 2023 Prompt #2: Winter

Pairing: Magna x Luck

"Mags wake up!"

The sound of Luck's voice combined with the feeling of his hands gently shaking him woke Magna up. The room they now share was cold in contrast to the warm comforter that covered his body. The fire mage attempted to roll away from his partner before speaking up, voice heavy with sleep.

"It's too early to fight"

"Come on Magna wake up!"

One grey eye opened making eye contact with blue, "What?"

"It's snowing outside!"

Magna groaned as he sat up, arms spread in a stretch to shake off the residual sleep. When he looked out the window there was, in fact, snow falling. There was also one other detail he noticed.

"Really man? The sun isn't even up yet!"

Luck laughed at the fire mages outburst. " So? There's plenty of moonlight. Let's go fight in the snow!"

"No way, man. I'm going back to bed. Try again when it's actually daylight." Magna curled back into bed and pulled the covers over himself.

Zzt!

"Ahh!" Magna yelped as he fell off the bed and landed on the cold hard floor. "That's it if you wanna get your ass kicked that bad then fine!"

"Hahaha, hope you're prepared to lose!" Luck cheerfully responded. Lightning Magic already surrounded his legs as he zipped out the window.

Focused on the task at hand, Magna ran out of their room and outside to meet his partner on the snow covered training ground. Snow melted around his bare feet due to the warm mana that enveloped him. He made it to the training field and noticed that Luck was nowhere to be seen. That he must be hiding somewhere in the trees.

Pulling a fire bat from his grimoire, he held a fire ball out in preparation for Luck's attack. He was waiting for the feeling of static that came from his partner's mana whenever he was about to strike. But the feeling never came.

Luck, of course, knowing that was what the hot head was doing had decided to change things up. Nothing was more fun than keeping Magna on his toes. As he moved from tree to tree, he suppressed his mana and grabbed handfuls of the freshly fallen snow as he passed until he finally settled on a good spot to prepare to make his move.

He observed Magna closely while he got ready. Aside from still being in his pajamas, he noticed the way each breath was visible in the cold, the patches of earth that surrounded his bare feet from the snow melting. He also noticed the flakes that were falling were melting off his partners exposed arms, which created a light shine on his muscles. Clearly, the fire mage had the advantage in this terrain.

It was time to make his move.

Using lightning to propel his shot, he threw two oversized snowballs, one behind the other. Magna must have sensed his mana because almost immediately he tossed the fireball he had been holding and hit it right in Lucks direction.

The first snowball made contact, creating a blast of steam that melted the second. Having to improvise since the second ball didn't make its mark. Luck zipped across the training field through the steam cloud and tackled his partner into the ground. They rolled around in the snow for a moment before Magna finally caught hold of the lightning mages' wrist and shifted his weight so he was right on top him.

"Hah! I got you now!" Magna was triumphant in his expression. His burning palms squeezed Luck's wrist for emphasis as he pinned him. They were both breathing heavy, noses barely touching, pink dusted their cheeks. It was unclear to them how long they stayed in that position staring at each other. Luck was the one who moved first, closing the gap between them in a short and sweet kiss.

"A-ah" Magna’s face went from pink to red at the sudden action. They've kissed before, but never outside where anyone could see them. The shock of his partners action caused him to loosen his grip on him. The extra wiggle room was just enough for Luck to shift his body weight to flip them. The air leaving their lungs in the process.

"Haha I win this time Magna!" He laughed breathlessly, a smile plastered on his face

"H-hey, that's a dirty trick! I definitely won before you pulled that stunt!"

"Oh yeah?" Luck leaned over him and closed the gap again. This time, he was a little bit more aggressive with the kiss, licking the others' lips for entry. Tongues pushing each other for control of the kiss before they both parted for air.

"Fuck. Okay okay you win." Magna murmured, facing away from the lightning mage. Luck just chucked at his partners flustered expression. The laugh made Magna's chest warm with affection, so he turned his head back to face Luck.

His blonde hair was covered in snow, his skin red and lips blue from the cold. He was shivering on top of him, but in spite of all that, he still had that beautiful warm smile. The smile he used when it was just the two of them.

"You dummy you're freezing. Let me up so we can go warm you up."

"At least I remembered to put shoes on. Who's the dummy now?" Luck laughed as he picked himself up off of Magna.

"I have fire magic snow doesn't freeze my skin!"

"WHO THE FUCK IS YELLING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!" A voice bellowed from inside that could only have come from their fearless Captain.

The boys stood there for a moment, trying to contain their laughter. They were so dead if Yami found them, but the situation was just so funny to them that the stifled laughter came out as snorts. Magna threw his arm around Luck before finally whispering , "Busted. C'mon let's get outta here."

So together they went back inside to enjoy the rest of their winter night... and avoid a grumpy Yami.

[jazzy---j]

Daughter of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief

“even the gods have to bow to fate”

Chapter Summary: A field trip suddenly becomes dangerous and traumatic, unveiling an unsettling reality for Cassie Jackson. Leaving her and her brother scrabbling for answers.

Masterlist >>> Read on ao3 (1/23)

We Accidentally Vaporize Our Pre-Algebra Teacher

This is not really how I pictured my life going. I don't know what exactly I pictured but the life of a half-blood was not it. But I am who I am for a reason.

However despite how amazing my demigod, hero life sounds, if YOU are reading this because you think you might be one of us, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. It almost is not worth it.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. Which can honestly be such a drag.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think this is fiction, great. Congratulations. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that this is just a fun little bit of urban fantasy escapism.

But if you recognize yourself in these pages, if you feel something stirring inside-stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you. Don't ignore it. Try and get in touch with me, with any of us and we will find you. We never leave a demigod behind.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

My name is Cassandra Jackson. But everyone just calls me Cassie. It’s faster, easier and if you call me Cassandra... well you will literally be sleeping with the fishes.

I'm eleven years old. Until a few months ago, I was in the sixth grade with my older brother Percy. We went to Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Are we troubled kids? Well duh. Wouldn't be much fun if we weren't.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan- twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

I know, it sounds like a chaotic disaster. Most Yancy field trips were.

But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so it may not be so bad.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put Percy to sleep.

I hoped the trip would be okay for us. At least, I hoped that for once Percy and I wouldn't get in trouble. Boy, was I wrong.

See, bad things happen to us on field trips. Like at our fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, Percy had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. He wasn't aiming for the school bus on purpose. And I still swear I didn't mean to light the wick. At the time I didn't know the thing still even worked. Percy and I were just immersing ourselves in the history of Saratoga. But of course, we got expelled anyway.

And before that, at our fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, Percy sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk, and our class took an unplanned swim.

At our third-grade school, I let out all the animals at the petting zoo. They just looked so sad, and I know this is crazy but I heard the horses just begging me to let them out. So I did, and a teacher may or may not have taken a trip to the ER.

And the time before that... Well, you get the idea.

But this time Percy and I talked it over and we decided that we had to get it together. We were determined to be good. We were gonna keep each other in check, no mess ups, no screw ups.

All the way into the city, we put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, (also my roommate, lucky me) hitting Percy's best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria. He also had the weirdest fashion sense with a rasta cap and baggy jeans. But he was one of the greatest friends Percy has ever had, besides me of course, and I was thankful for that.

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew we couldn't do anything back to her because Percy and I were already on probation. The headmaster had threatened us with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

Which is such a shame because I had so many plans.

"I'm going to kill her," Percy mumbled.

I scoffed, picking the foam out of the hole of my seat, "Get in line bro."

Grover tried to calm him down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."

He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.

"That's it." Percy started to get up, but Grover and I pulled him back into the seat.

"You're already on probation," Grover reminded him.

"And you know who'll get blamed if anything happens," I added.

I grabbed his hand, "Come on Percy we talked about this."

We locked eyes, and I took a second to analyze my brother's face. Even though we weren't actually twins we still looked really similar. Both of us had wild windswept jet black hair and vibrant sea-green eyes.

“Remember what mom said, ‘“Hold fast, Perseus.””

He sighed and closed his eyes, nodding in agreement.

Looking back on it, I wish I'd let Percy deck Nancy Bobofit right then and there. Heck, I wished I'd done it. An in-school suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.

Mr. Brunner led the museum tour.

He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.

It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years. Probably even longer.

He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time Percy or I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give us the evil eye.

Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.

Which I, of course, had nothing to do with.

From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured Percy and I were devil spawns. She's not entirely wrong but, that wasn't the point.

She would point her crooked finger at us and say, "Now, honey," real sweet, and I knew we were going to get after-school detention for a month.

One time, she'd made Percy erase answers out of old math workbooks and I had to scrap gum off the bottom of all the desks in her classroom. We were both up until pass midnight. One day Percy angrily told Grover he didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at us, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."

So not ominous at all. Everything's all fine and dandy.

Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art.

Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele. I turned around to say something but Percy beat me to it exclaiming, "Will you shut up?"

It totally came out louder than he meant it to.

My big brother ladies and gentlemen.

The whole group laughed. I turned and gave them a death stare and they quickly shut up. That's right no one was gonna make fun of my brother except me. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.

"Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?"

I dared a glance at Percy and his face was totally red. He said, "No, sir."

Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

I looked at the carving and felt a flush of relief because we just studied this in class. Percy should remember this. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?" Percy exclaimed.

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because..."

"Well..." Percy started trying to remember. "Kronos was the king god, and-"

"God?" Mr. Brunner asked.

"Titan," I coughed into my hand.

"Titan," he corrected himself as grabbed my hand to give a gentle squeeze in thanks.

"And... he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters-"

"Eeew!" said one of the girls behind me, I turned and made a face at her. Percy gripped my hand tighter in warning. I turned back around and made a face at him too. He ignored me.

"-and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," He continued, "and the gods won."

Some snickers from the group.

Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'"

"And why, Miss Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted," Grover muttered.

"Shut up," Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red than her hair.

At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had horse ears.

I thought about his question, shrugged, and gave the safe non-committal answer, "I don't know, sir."

"I see." Mr. Brunner looked disappointed. "Well, half credit, Mr. and Miss. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"

The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like complete morons.

Grover, Percy, and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. and Miss. Jackson."

Damn... almost made it.

Percy told Grover to keep going. Then I turned toward Mr. Brunner. "Sir?"

Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go, intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything.

"You must learn the answer to my question," Mr. Brunner told us. "About the Titans?" Percy asked.

"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."

"Oh."

"What you learn from me," he said, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy and Cassie Jackson."

I was kinda annoyed with that statement. He pushed us so hard.

I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armor and shouted: "What ho!'" and challenged us, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshipped. But Mr. Brunner expected Percy and I to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that we both have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder, and Percy and I had never made above a C- in our lives. And no he didn't expect us to be as good; he expected us to be better.

No pressure.

Percy mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele like he'd been at this girl's funeral.

He told us to go outside and eat lunch.

The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.

Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. I figured maybe it was global warming or something because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massive snowstorms, flooding, and wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in. That would actually be the least of my concerns.

Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds didn't see a thing. Morons.

Grover, Percy, and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school-the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

"Nah," Percy said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean- I'm not a genius."

"You most certainly are not," I said smirking as I unwrapped my sandwich.

“Shut up, Cassie,” Percy said jokingly as he flicked my shoulder.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

Grover didn't say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to give us some deep philosophical crap like they say in the movies, he said, "Can I have your apple?"

Percy shrugged and handed it to him. I offered him my granola, but he declined, and I began to feed it to the pigeons.

I watched the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue and thought about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. I wanted so badly to jump in a taxi and head home with Percy. She'd hug us and be glad to see us, but she'd be disappointed, too. She'd send us right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was our sixth school in six years and we were probably going to be kicked out again. I wouldn't be able to stand that sad look she'd give me.

I also wished that I could go visit the dance studio around the corner. I had been dancing since I was 6, my mom enrolled me to try and run off all my nervous energy and help me focus. I fell in love and have been dancing ever since. Unfortunately, I haven't been in a year because of school. I was extremely out of practice and just itching to start again.

Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized cafe table. Like in those Italian romance movies that I watched from the window of Ms. Noris's fourth-story apartment across the street.

I was about to drink my juice box (yeah a juice box, sue me) when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of us with her ugly friends-I guess she'd gotten tired of stealing from the tourists-and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.

"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.

I tried to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get control of your temper." Sometimes, it actually worked for me. Percy on the other hand... not so much.

The next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.

Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see-" "-the water-"

"-like it grabbed her-"

There was no way what I just saw was real. No way. All I knew for sure was that my big brother was in trouble again.

I looked over at Percy like, "Dude, what did you do?"

As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodds turned on us. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes as if she just proved an argument. "Now, honey-"

"I know," Percy grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."

That wasn't the right thing to say.

"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said, "Cassandra too!" she said almost triumphantly.

Oh great! I'm in trouble by association.

Percy froze and stared at her in disbelief, "She didn't even do anything!" he yelled.

"I'll be the judge of that Mr. Jackson!" she sneered.

"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her."

I stared at him, stunned. I couldn't believe he was trying to cover for us. Besides the fact that it was totally a bad idea, Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death.

She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled. "I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she said.

"But-"

"You-will-stay-here."

Grover looked at me desperately.

"It's okay, man," Percy told him.

"Thanks for trying," I added.

"Honeys," Mrs. Dodds barked at us. "Now." Nancy Bobofit smirked.

Percy gave her his deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare as he grabbed my hand.

Damn, I did not want to be on the other end of that.

Then I turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on.

I glanced at Percy and he looked just as puzzled as I felt.

How... how did she get there so fast?

We have moments like that a lot when our brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. The school counselor told us this was part of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things.

I wasn't so sure, this time. My grip on Percy's hand only tightened.

We continued after Mrs. Dodds.

Halfway up the steps, Percy turned and glanced back at Grover. He was looking pale, cutting his eyes between us and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner was absorbed in his novel.

I looked back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.

Okay, something clearly isn't right.

In any normal situation, she would make us buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop. But that clearly wasn’t the plan.

We followed her deeper into the museum. When we finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section.

Except for us, the gallery was empty.

Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She was making this weird noise in her throat, like growling.

Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Dodds. Something about the way she looked at the frieze as if she wanted to pulverize it...

"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said.

Percy said, "Yes, ma'am."

I decided to stay quiet, with my mouth we'd end up in even more trouble than we already were.

She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?" The look in her eyes was beyond mad. It was evil.

She's a teacher, I thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt us. I'm pretty sure that is highly illegal.

Percy said, "We-we'll try harder, ma'am." Thunder shook the building. If we were in a movie that probably means something very bad is about to happen.

"We are not fools, Percy and Cassie Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

"Percy-, " I said nervously as I gripped him.

Ok, now I'm really confused.

I didn't know what she was talking about.

All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy Percy had been selling out of my dorm room. Or maybe they'd realized I'm the one who super glued the science teacher to his desk chair and let loose all the frogs in the classroom.

What can I say I enjoy chaos.

"Well?" she demanded.

"Ma'am, I don't..." I trailed off.

"Your time is up," she hissed.

Then the weirdest thing happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons.

Then things got even weirder.

Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.

"What ho, Percy, Cassie!" he shouted, tossing a pen and small glinting object in the air. It flew so fast I could barely make it out. Mrs. Dodds lunged at us.

With a yelp, Percy and I dodged in opposite directions. I felt talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatched what I could now see was some sort of metal bracelet cuff out of the air, but when it hit my hand, it wasn't a bracelet anymore. It was a spear!

Ok...that's new. Bracelet turning into medieval murder weapon.

To my right Percy was holding a sword, the same sword Mr. Brunner used on tournament days.

Mrs. Dodds spun toward me with a murderous look in her eyes.

My knees were jelly. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the spear.

She snarled, "Die, honey!"

And she flew straight at me.

Absolute terror ran through my body. I did the only thing I could do: I slashed with the spear.

The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body, clashing and clanging with Percy's blade as he swung through with the sword.

Mrs. Dodds was a sandcastle in a power fan. She exploded into yellow powder, vaporized on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching me.

We were alone.

The spear went limp like a wet noodle in my hands and seemed to shrink. It began to wrap around my arm and once it was done it harden again into a bracelet cuff that looked like a snake coiled around my arm. I tugged on it, trying to get it off but it wouldn't budge. I finally decided to just pull my jacket sleeve over it and deal with it later.

So.... that happened.

Mr. Brunner wasn't there. Nobody was there but us.

I ran to Percy, and he gripped me tightly in a hug. He was shaking just as badly as I was.

"Percy, what was that?" I exclaimed.

"I don't know," he said, eyes still searching the exhibit as if Mrs. Dodd's would show up again.

My hands were still trembling. My lunch must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or something.

It was much more believable than the fever dream we just witnessed.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Percy said as he grabbed my hand and we went back outside.

It had started to rain.

Grover was sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit was still standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she saw me, she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

Percy stopped walking, "Who?"

"Our teacher. Duh!"

I blinked. We had no teacher named Mrs. Kerr. I asked Nancy what she was talking about. She just rolled her eyes and turned away.

Percy asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.

He said, "Who?"

But he paused first, and he wouldn't look at us, so I thought he was messing around.

"Not funny, dude," I told him. "This is serious."

Thunder boomed overhead.

I saw Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book as if he'd never moved.

"Stay here Cassie, I'm gonna figure out what's going on," Percy said.

He went over to Mr. Brunner.

I moved close enough to hear what they were saying but not too close in case there were any more surprises from Mr. Brunner the only other teacher on the trip. My ears strained to listen.

Mr. Brunner looked up, a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson."

Percy handed Mr. Brunner his pen. I hadn't even realized Percy still had that. "Sir," Percy said, "where's Mrs. Dodds?"

He stared at Percy blankly. "Who?"

"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."

He frowned and sat forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling all right?"

Yep, something is definitely going on.

chapter 2 >>>

[afaimsarrowverse]

Das Nope-Verse

Mein jüngstes Arrowverse-AU-Verse ist eine Reaktion auf das Ende des Arrowverses und die damit einhergehenden Entwicklungen in den Jahren 2022 und 2023. Es heißt Nope-Verse, weil das letztlich das einzige Wort ist, was beschreibt wie ich zu allem, was seit jenem Tag als verkündet wurde, dass „Legends of Tomorrow“ und „Batwoman“ ohne Vorwarnung gecanncelt wurden weil Warner das Studio nicht mehr bezahlen wollte, stehe. Nope, dieser Cliffhangar ist nicht das wahre Ende von „Legends of Tomorrow“, Nope, „Superman & Lois“ hat nicht nie auf Earth Prime gespielt. Nope, dieser Schrott ist nicht die finale Staffel von „The Flash“. Nope, Mias Suche nach William bleibt nicht ohne Ergebnis. Nope, es gibt ein Crossover mit „Stargirl“, auch wenn es nur eine einzelne Szene ist. Nope, „Justice U“ ist keine Totgeburt, sondern existiert. Einfach wie gesagt: Nope.

Letztlich besteht das Universum aus zwei Fics.

„No Future, Just Legends“ ist meine letzte „Legends of Tomorrow“-Fic. Sie ist kein Ersatz für eine achte Staffel (dazu hatte ich keine Energie), setzt aber das Cliffhangar-Ende der Serie fort. Die aktuellen Legends, die es ja sind, die kein Ende erhalten haben, werden hier gewürdigt und erforscht und gerettet (bzw. sie retten sich selbst, aber andere wie Booster Gold und ein paar ihrer Freunde helfen mit). Ein paar Dinge, die wir immer sehen wollten, passieren (John und Gwyn begegenen einander), es gibt eine überraschende Rückkehr es Charakters aus den letzten beiden Staffeln, und ja, vor allem wird den Hater die Meinung gesagt, aber noch mehr bekommen die Legends das Ende, das sie verdient gehabt hätten: Nämlich kein Cliffhangar-Ende sondern ein Versprechen auf eine Zukunft für alle.

„Flashes of the Future“ hingegen setzt Season 8 von „The Flash“ fort. Dieses Mal ist eher schon so etwas wie eine alternative Season 9, im Grunde ist es aber eher ein langes Fix-It, das vor langer Zeit gegebene Versprechen einlöst, viel retconned, und sowohl „The Flash“ als Serie als auch dem Arrowverse als Ganzes ein würdigeres Ende zu bereiten versucht. In dieser Fic wird auch erklärt warum das Ende der 2. Staffel von „Superman & Lois“ auf einmal nicht mehr auf Earth Prime spielt. Gastauftritte gibt es im Grunde aus allen anderen Arrowverse-Serien, seien sie noch so kurz, und ich demonstriere hier auch wie man ganz leicht in Mini-Szenen Dangler aus dem ganzen Arrowverse hätte auflösen können, wenn man es wirklich gewollt hätte.

Neue und alte Charaktere treffen in dieser Fic aufeinander, in der Caitlin Gerechtigkeit widerfährt (und es natürlich keine Khione gibt!), Iris Zeitkrankheit anders aufgeklärt wird als im Canon, Eddie als Cobalt Blue zwar vorkommt aber ganz anders als später in der echten Serie, Ralph und Sue zueinander finden, Cisco wieder vorkommt (genau wie Kamilla), offene Handlungsstränge aus Season 8 weitergeführt werden, und viel gestorben wird ohne wirklich jemanden umzubringen an denen uns was liegt.

Ist „Flashes of the Future“ eine bessere Version von Staffel 9? Für mich persönlich schon, deswegen habe ich die Fic ja überhaupt erst geschrieben - ich wollte einen befriedigenden Abschied anstatt das, was wir bekommen haben. Ja, Wallace-Style ist da und muss erst weggemacht werden, und so ganz kommt diese Fic nie weg von ihm und seinen Storylines, aber zumindest machen sie hier Sinn, oder machen zumindest mehr Sinn als zuvor. Und ja, witziger Weise gibt es hier auch multiple Versionen von Barry (und von Iris), aber der Ansatz ist ein ganz anderer als im Film.

In vielerlei Hinsicht war „Flashes of the Future“ vor allem auch mein Abschied vom Arrowverse, das mich immerhin 12 Jahre lang begleitet hat und einen Großteil meines kreativen Fan-Outputs der letzten Jahre bestimmt hat.

Es juckt mich zwar in den Fingern die letzten paar Episoden von „The Flash“ noch einmal wirklich zu fixen (weil Eddie!!! Wie konntet ihr das nur so versauen!?) und das ganze Arrowverse und vielleicht sogar das ganze DCTV-Verse richtig zu verabschieden, aber bis es soweit ist (falls es je soweit kommt) ist das hier mein Abschied und mein Ende. Es war vielleicht nicht das Ende, das ich mir gewünscht hätte (dafür müsst ihr in andere meiner Verses blicken), aber es ist das dem Canon am nächsten stehende würdigste Ende, was ich zusammen bekommen konnte, und was zeigt, dass ich all diese Charaktere letztlich mehr geliebt habe als die Menschen, die sie zuletzt geschrieben haben.

Auf AO3 findet ihr beide Fics als „Nope“-Verse gesammelt:

[laysean87]

A short writing exercise. (and a potential collection of one shot stories involving Black Canary, Green Arrow, and Black Lightning)

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Harry had never been able to comprehend a sibling relationship before, but he always thought he'd be great at it. Until, as Master of Death, he's reborn one Turais Rigel Black, older brother to Sirius and Regulus. (Rebirth/time travel and Master of Death Harry)

[towyns]

Chapters 2 and 3 have been posted ! I'm looking for beta readers so if anyone is interested, they can send me a message here

[lightningrogers]

i genuinely haven’t written any proper fan fiction since 2019, so this is all very exciting business