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Curious how you think Nuwa in shuffle feels about not really being able to walk due to her family making her practice foot binding
Thatâs a complicated answer. She was raised with it, so she probably doesnât see it as bad or cruel, at least not at first.
Now that sheâs alone, though, she does start to feel angry that she canât walk. She has nobody to help her now, and while she has mobility aids, itâs harder to fight on a chair (at least until she gets upgrades).
It isnât a huge source of angst for her, but she does have moments of feeling useless, when really all she needs is to find another way. Her whole arc in this au is learning that she IS capable, she CAN learn how to be on her own, but before that, she isnât going to feel very good about what she sees as inadequacies
#nine sols#nine sols Nuwa#i am not a wheelchair user myself#so I donât know how it feels#but I think Nuwa wouldnât have really had those feelings of being a burden before#itâs mostly her lack of education and agency her whole life that holds her back#not her disability#but that adds another layer of âIâm uselessâ to her headspace#it isnât true#she just needs different aids and a different way of fighting#but her self esteem takes a massive hit in this au#shuffled sols au
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forces au time wheeeee
ill add onto this with more details as i think it out but ANYWAY
Gadget's backstory:
gadget is trans girl (hey now custom hero is perfect for some self projection)
she had transphobic parents (i didnt), and seeks out someone online that might be supportive
unlucky for her that someone is Zer0 (infinite before the ruby), an edgy pricc who seems nice enough at first
but soon enough revealed himself to be a canine supremacist fascist
shortly after that her parents somehow found out about gadget's online life and, well, ill spare the details there.
the war starts soon after and gadget is on the run, and feeling isolated
Sonic:
sega are fuckin cowards.. when yall say he were tortured for 6 months actually DO SOMETHIN WITH IT
anyway infinite psychologically tortured sonic with illusions. being drowned, crushed, you name it, he did it the bastard
worst part were seeing his friends die in gruesome ways, and developing massive guilt over being caught in the first place and letting them all down.
after being busted out he sees "oh shit, its actually a hellscape out there like in that teaser trailer"
determination to fight and to keep his emotions from being seen.
eventually we arrive at a final battle of sorts, sonic panics over the idea of friends dying for real.. combine that with chaos energy from the emeralds and
dark sonic emerges, no mercy for infinite or eggman
in fact he beats the latter to DEATH, shocking everyone including himself when the power dissipates
everyone gets a glimpse of how sonic really felt all this time and it aint pretty
after being looked over by the med team sonic isolates himself in a resistance dorm room
a few days after, shadow visits to check in on the poor boi
sonic spills it all out.. HE SAW THEM DIE-- HE LET THEM DOWN
shadow is understandably shaken, but does not hesitate to be there to comfort
oh and tails prolly distressed that his bro will never be the same again.. a fate worse than death? he aint sure but he isnt doin well either. no one is
After the war, with Gadget:
gadget found companionship in tails during the last few weeks of the war, but hasnt really opened up much
an offhand mention of having known infinite leads shadow to question gadget about it
that is all covered in this audio drama i made:
youtube
but tl;dw its war trauma on top of childhood abuse and betrayal and she cant really cope that well
shadow does his best (we love him for it) but its not an easy road to recovery for the wolf
oh and gadgets also sensitive to everyone else being â¨TRAUMATIZED⨠gahh she needs a hug..
surprise robo angst!:
okay this may just be inspired heavily by @wonderinc-sonic and their cyber virus au but anyway
eggman during the war sends out a virus to disable all eggtech, since he got word of some civilians hacking it
this means that omega, metal, etc will fuckin DIE unless they are out of those bodies
using pieces of some stolen scrapped tech relating to a "roboticizer" and a chaos emerald, the resistance is able to give our robo friends new organic bodies!
this is something none of them take well
omega takes a massive hit to her self esteem as her greatest trait, firepower, is forever gone
and metal... poor thing has been bottling up some feelings that let loose with the whole being a mobian thing
oh yeah both omega and metal are trans, and we got some metamy yuri as well
now back to shadow and sonic
shadow has ended up taking after sonic a bit in trying to be there for absolutely everyone even when there isnt much he can do
it takes such a heavy toll and team dark encourage him to reconnect with his old therapist because of it...
speaking of therapy! sonic.
his mental health has been absolutely shattered.. unfortunately to the point where he's been hurting himself
so his friends and shadow make frequent check ins while making sure that he is seeing a therapist for well, everything.....
it will be difficult as hecc but eventually everyone will (somewhat) adjust to this new era of mobius
after some time sonic actually starts feeling okay enough to move back into tails workshop
shadow comes by to check in and thats this other audio drama
youtube
the mental issues wont ever fully go away, but everyone is there for each other, and theyll find new ways to live
#forces au#sonic forces#sonic#sth#sonic the hedgehog#au outline#these mobians can fit so much trauma in them#what is wrong with me#gadget the wolf#infinite#hurt comfort#audio drama#Youtube#sonic au#chaos i wish i had the amount of support gadgets getting post-war#angst#shadow#ptsd
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A time travel au. angst and h/c. inspired by this post
Warnings: jonâs very low self-esteem
âWhat do you think of him?â Jon suddenly asks, staring blankly at the wall of the breakroom.
Tim pauses in the middle of chewing his sandwich to give him a long, considering look.
Heâs mostly decided to suspend his disbelief until further notice, simply to keep from losing his mind. What else is one supposed to do when future versions of Jon and Martin, who are also apparently dating, tell you that your workplace is currently involved in a plot to end the world? Ideally he wouldâve processed one big revelation at a time, but apparently they donât have time for that, so goodbye grip on reality, it was nice knowing you. Iâll hit the restart button as soon as things start making sense again.
Tim wipes his hand across his mouth, swallows, and asks, âYou mean Jon II?â
Jon rolls his eyes, like Timâs being obtuse on purpose just to annoy him. âYes, I mean...him. Me. Jon II.â Then his nose wrinkles amusingly, the same way it always does whenever he says the moniker. Heâs hated it since the beginning, but it was a battle he quickly lost, what with all three of his assistants opposing him.
Normally, Tim wouldnât have thought twice about shrugging and answering, but...Jonâs been uncharacteristically quiet lately. Oh sure, heâd blushed up a storm upon learning that his future self and Martin were dating, and heâd expressed his own misgivings at the beginning, but...since then heâs been eerily, silently watchful. In Timâs experience, when presented with this sort of puzzle Jon generally buries himself in research, and doesnât emerge until heâs good and ready to do so.
Thereâs something else on his mind.
So Tim puts down his sandwich and gives himself a moment to think carefully through his response. âI mean...heâs a lot like you, obviously. But he seemsâŚâ Whatâs a polite way to say, the trauma and the boyfriend seems to have made him a little more easygoing? He certainly smiles more freely than he ever has, which...honestly, makes Tim want to cry sometimes. How horrible, that so much abject cruelty had just made him more kind. â...tired. A little less high-strung?â
âI see,â Jon says, turning his mulish gaze to his curry, dragging his spoon through the thick sauce.
Tim waits a beat longer, but when nothing else seems forthcoming he prompts, âWhy do you ask?â
Jonâs reaction is only to press his lips into a thin, tight line. Tim knows this mood; heâs weighing how insecure heâll look if he says whateverâs actually bothering him out loud, versus how much he wants someone else to hear it. Pushing him now will only make him clam up, so Tim just waits.
Timâs patience is rewarded when Jon blurts, âBut you like him. You...you all do.â
âYes,â Tim says slowly, because itâs true. Martinâs so enamoured with a Jon that actually likes him that he keeps bringing him tea just to get another glimpse of that gentle, thankful smile, just to strike up another conversation about nothing. Sasha has decided that heâs the most interesting thing thatâs ever happened to her, and insists on consulting him whenever she reads a new true statement.
Timâs personally a little unnerved by the awful, sad way future Jon looks at him sometimes, or the way he flinches back whenever someone tries to touch him without warning. But heâd taken Tim aside and quietly explained everything he knew about what happened to Danny, so.
Oh, Tim thinks, feeling like an idiot for not realizing it sooner. Jon may be an old hand at fooling others with his grumpy persona, but Tim knows that heâs just using it to hide his massive inferiority complex. âWait, are you jealous?â
Jon ducks his head, and his ears darken. Gotcha, Tim thinks.Â
âJon, you know that thatâs still you, right?â he explains gently, quietly relieved that itâs not something more complicated. âWe like him just as much as we like you, because youâre the same person.â
âBut heâs not the same, is he?â Jon protests. âLook at the scars on his neck, on his hand. And he has panic attacks, and he flinches at loud noises, and, andââ
He breaks off, biting down hard on his lip, threading a hand through his hair.
Tim stares at him, feeling off-kilter, like he missed a step coming down the stairs. That doesnât sound like jealousy. â...Jon?â
Jon shakes his head, his breath escaping him in thready, devastated gasps.
He canât tell whatâs going on in Jonâs head, and itâs starting to scare him. âI canât help you if you donât tell me whatâs wrong.â
Jon just sits there for a moment long, tugging at his hair, staring sightlessly at the middle distance. Tim gently untangles his fingers, giving him something a little more solid to hold onto.
âYou all like him,â he says at last. âYou all...heâs so kind, and heâs funny, and you like him, because someone hurt him first. Heâs differentâweâre differentâbecause someone cut our throat and burned our hand, and you like him better.â
Timâs horrified. âJonââ
âShould I accept that?â he continues, the words flooding from him like a dam finally exploding in a shower of groaning wood and weathered stone. âDo Iâhow do I carry on knowing that I could be the person I want to become, if only I give myself to monstrosity, if only I let myself be hurt like that?â
âOf course weâre not going to let that happen to you!â Tim interrupts, voice higher and more frightened than he meant it to be. Heâs applying duct tape to a raging river. He has no fucking idea how to fix this. âYou donât deserveââ
âDonât I?â Jon demands, whirling on him, eyes flashing. âDonât I deserve to be happy? Or am I unworthy of even this kind of improvement? Am I doomed to be like this forever?â Tears well in his eyes, spill over. âDonât I deserve it?â
And then he slowly, inevitably, dissolves into tears, his slim shoulders shaking as he curls over and buries his face in his elbow. Tim drapes an arm across his back, angling his body so he can gently tuck Jonâs head against his shoulder. He doesnât know what else heâs supposed to do. Even if Jon were in any shape to hear it, he has no idea how to fix this.
Tim could tell him that he and Martin and Sasha all think that heâs fine the way he is, and itâs the stress of an apparently eldritch job thatâs causing him to push people away, but he doubts Jon would believe it. Words mean nothing when actions have been screaming something entirely different all this time, and Jonâs always been more observant than they give him credit for.
âOh, Jon,â he whispers when the tears finally start to slow, dropping a kiss onto silver and black hair. âIâm sorry. I didnât know that you felt that way.â
Jon pulls away and shrugs, averting his reddened eyes. Tim squeezes his elbow to prevent him from retreating entirely. They sit like that for a moment, Jon going very still and very tense under Timâs hand, settling into the vulnerability like an open wound.
âIâm sorry,â Jon says finally, sniffing heavily. Heâs aiming for his usual brusque, dry tone, but his voice is shaking, and heâs not fooling anyone. âThat was unprofessional of me.â
Before Tim can stop himself, an incredulous laugh rips out of him. âJon,â he says quickly, âWeâre well beyond professional. You know that, right? You donât have to hide from me.â
Jon flushes. âYes, wellâit was unfair for me to put this on you, as your frâasâŚâ His expression goes all fragile and uncertain, and Timâs heart aches.
âItâs not unfair,â Tim corrects gently. âAs your friend,â and here he pauses for emphasis, âI want to know when youâre feeling like this.â
âOh,â Jon murmurs, then straightens and scrubs the teartracks from his cheeks. âOh.â
Tim nods reassuringly, takes a deep breath, and makes an educated guess. âI know youâre scared, Jon. We all are. This place is...horrible, and seeing what you went through is...terrifying. I canât imagine how that must be for you.â He lets his eyes flicker up. Jonâs still watching him, rapt, and good, good. I havenât lost him. âI wonât deny that heâs getting along with Sasha and Martin quite well, but...but thatâs not because of what heâyouâwent through. Itâs becauseâŚ.right now, youâre pushing people away because youâre scared, but heâs already done that. He knows that pushing people away just means you end up alone. It doesnât mean heâs a better person, just that heâs a little wiser.â
âBut how can you be sure?â Jon asks, leaning forward, eyes big and desperate.
âI mean, I wouldnât have become your friend if I didnât like you,â Tim admits unashamedly.
His bold honesty is rewarded by Jon flushing and ducking his head.
âBut even so,â he continues, sobering, âEven if you were the worst person on the planetâand youâre notâyou wouldnât deserve to be hurt like that, no matter what the outcome. Does that make sense?â
Jon looks thoughtful as he says, âIâyes. Yes, that makes sense.â
He can tell though, that Jon doesnât quite believe him. Thatâs okayâhonestly, itâs what he was expecting. Timâs been running headfirst into the wall that is Jonâs terrible self-esteem for as long as theyâve been friends. This problem is going to take more than one half-assed pep talk.
Thatâs okay, though. Jonâs worth the effort.
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OKAY OKAY UM AKSKSKSKS UM
BREEZEPELT X DOVEWING ??? HYPOKITS??? MAYBE A AU WHERE SHE HOOKS UP WITH HIM AND NOT TIGERHEART?? (I imagine this is a AU where Breezepelt is less of a ass though, sksks) đđ
So, to start
I had to change some things up about Breezepelt's life to make this work, since him being stuck between an unstable relationship between two cats who never really loved each other and just wanted to prove their loyalty did really poor for his mental health
I decided in this AU he's the son of Nightcloud and Onestar
Onestar and Nightcloud having gotten together after Night properly apologized for her part of the coup and the two ended up getting really close
Crowfeather got with Whitetail to prove his loyalty and, together, they are the parents of Heathertail
but that's a different story
Breezepelt still has anger issues and picks fights, but I don't imagine him training in the Dark Forest, though cats keep trying to tempt him into there, including his friend, Antpelt
Breeze and Dove officially meet [not including gatherings or border patrols] when Dove is in WindClan camp, helping with a situation because she overheard someone in danger
The two talk and they don't hit it off right away, as Breezepelt is very stubborn
However, at gatherings the two end up talking more and more and they end up meeting in secret and falling in love slowly over time
he tries to talk Dovewing into moving to WindClan, but she's nervous about the idea and it takes until Purdy's death for her to decide ThunderClan isn't worth staying in because of how obsessive Bumblestripe is
She moves to WindClan and that's when the two decide to start their little family
[skipping some details I had ideas for for the sake of time]
Duskberry, Windfrost, and Hazefang!
Duskberry is the glue of his siblings and the first born of the three [though they're from the same litter and Hazefang insists it doesn't matter who was born first, but he keeps calling himself the big brother and needs to make sure none of them are left behind]
He's a lovable goofball who only wants the best for his family
Windfrost is our Shadowsight "replacement" and fae are a rather nervous cat who wants to be a warrior and doesn't want a grand destiny placed on faer shoulders
Fae hate the attention and just want a nice, simple life
Hazefang has a lot in common with her aunt, Ivypool, especially when it comes to how she treats Windfrost. She's bitter and jealous and hates that Windfrost is apparently so 'special'.
She feels bitter and has a massive tendency to lash out at others
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Windfrost, with low self-esteem, is the one Ashfur manipulates into getting what he wants with little regard for how fae feel about it and actively tries to guilt and harass faem until fae listen.
#hypos#hypokits#dovewing#breezepelt#tbc#the broken code#warriors#warrior cats#i had a lot of fun designing these three#and yes#duskberry is named a little after nighcloud#at least with his prefix#also#dusk uses he/they#wind uses fae/faer#and haze uses she/her
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Les Amis Modern AU: What They Wish Others Believed About Them (Part 3).
[I kind of wrote this in response to some general trends in characterising the Amis. There are some stereotypes which I'm not quite comfortable with.
[Also, OMG I didn't think people would like these posts so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thaaaank you to all who gave the cutest hashtags, y'all are so encouraging!]
[Also, I'm sorry I just posted on R and Eponine today. :'(
Just have a lot on my mind. I'll write on JBM tomorrow, promise.]
Grantaire:
⢠He. Is. Not. Weak. Seriously, he could really do without those people who think he's a broken mess who loses absolutely every bit of self respect when he sees Enjolras. Just because Enj had shut him up with harsh words on like one occasion does not mean that he lets Enj or anyone walk all over him on a regular basis. He is NOT a doormat, not by a long shot.
⢠He could also REALLY do without those people with massive saviour complexes who swoop in to save him from the big, bad world. He accepts tons of help and love from the Amis, but will not accept any kind of pity service, damnit (and they know it). And it takes a lot of strength to plow through alcohol addiction to sobriety.
⢠He is pretty much a guardian angel in bars because of his history with addiction. He knows how much drink can a person take, and which drink they should avoid. With Bahorel, he hovers around the rest of them, snatching away glasses when the lightweights get too drunk, and replacing them with glasses of water. That he can box also comes handy. Sometimes. Heh.
⢠Not every point he says to oppose Enj is a cynical barb. And they don't always have screaming matches in the Musain. There have been many days of trading constructive criticism, because R has a lot of first-hand experience about the city. R usually knows the fine line between Enj getting combative and Enj getting hurt/frustrated, and has learnt not to say something so cynical that he crosses the line.
⢠Like everyone else, R is also learning. He is working on his prejudices, realises that some his past jokes were insensitive, sometimes even sexist or ableist, and actively corrects himself and others around him.
⢠Further, their relationship did not start with a dramatic makeout session mid-argument. Because both of them are on the way to being mature adults who know that aggressively displaying sexual tension is not the best way to start a relationship.
⢠It is not just Enj he's generally cynical to. He's cynical, that's it. And he does enjoy arguments with the others, where there's mutual exchange of knowledge, because he does not ever believe that the rest just parrot what Enj has to say. He has captured everyone's argument face in his sketchbook: Ferre waving his hands about, Courf's eyes widened mid-rant, Feuilly's eyes narrowed with a brief, brusque comment, Jehan's smiling like a cat who got the cream when their argument hits home, Bahorel thumping the desk in jovial agreement, Marius processing what he's hearing. He kinda likes Les Amis L'ABC too, not just the people there.
⢠While there are rough days when his self esteem runs sub-zero, there are days when he is super happy with himself. These are not exactly blink-and -miss either. The Amis cherishes his beaming smile when he defeats Ferre on Trivia Night, sings beautifully on Karaoke Night, paints an AMAZING picture of all the Amis in a protest and shows it off to all of them, cooks a meal which JBM raves about, and, on one memorable occasion, makes a V important point in a meeting that leaves Enj starry-eyed. There are things he hides from them because he's too shy and doubtful, but they are decreasing.
⢠There are days when he goes into a house-cleaning spree. Like the scrubbing tables-dusting-throwing out piles of trash-cleaning corners with q tips-kind of spree. Which leaves him so exhausted that he can't get out of bed the day after. So yeah, his place isn't always shabby.
Eponine:
⢠She is tough. She is blunt, and to the point. But she is not rude without reason, just to be edgy or something. And definitely doesn't throw around idle threats. Most of the Amis find her very pleasant, actually. She gives a small smile to everyone, cracks dry jokes, lobs scrunched-up balls of paper from across the room and fights with Courf for the caramel popcorn bucket. She doesn't yell to make a point, but speaks it aloud with a lazy drawl while fiddling with a rubber band ("Bull", she says, eloquently enough). To new people, she is just that shy and suspicious, so she doesn't really talk.
⢠The thing she wants the most is to feel safe. Hence she is often quiet, suspicious and moody. She feels really upset if people think she's horrible (or a "bitch", like she sometimes hears random people say about her) just because she cannot trust people enough to be all smiles and rainbows, even though she wants to be. She also feels really vulnerable, and is always scared that people wil leave her or hurt her once they know that she panics and cries a lot. She feels safe with the Amis, and many a times you'll find her as a sniffling burrito on someone's couch. THIS DOESN'T MEAN SHE'S WEAK, THIS MEANS SHE HAS A LOT OF SHIT GOING AND NEEDS RELEASE. -_-
⢠Her preference for dark clothes started because dark clothes seemed easier to maintain. She needed lesser amounts of detergent, and could stretch it out for longer before the inevitable laundry walk. She had actually asked Jehan for goth fashion tips to liven things up, and they had provided her optimal options (like dark lipstick). Still, she doesn't wear fishnets everyday, and just saves them for "special occasions".
⢠She is one of R's best friends. But no, she is not his personal babysitter. She doesn't go chasing everyone who she thinks has hurt him immediately, neither does she always haul him around when he's down in the dumps. She usually gives him sound advice, checks on him whenever she gets breaks between shifts, and if she cannot help, sends an Ami or two along.
⢠Her go-to way of showing disappointment in anyone is to send them a voice message stating exactly how they have fucked up (in an ice cold voice) and giving them the silent treatment until they fix things or apologize. Only once did she go nuclear on someone, no one wants to talk about it.
⢠Ep is a big sap. She does not really conceal her love of heart-shaped Valentine cards, pink roses and candles. Don't forget that she grew up in fair comfort tilll her preteen years, and she had exposure to much sappy media. While the Amis were surprised initially, she makes them take it in stride. She gets a strawberry cake every birthday, complete with pink balloons et al. (organised by Courf). She dreams of going to Disneyland.
⢠In the face of danger (men following her on the streets or something), her first response is flight, not fight. She knows that fighting can often make things worse, and cannot afford frequent trips to the ER. She can fight, though. She just doesn't want to until absolutely necessary, for self-preservation. She's brilliant at amateur first aid.
#les amis#les miserables#les mis#les miz#grantaire#eponine#modern au#both of them are sweet beans#love them both#ferret's freshly microwaved post
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A-Spec Across Fandoms
23/10/20 - I know I have already done an a-spec post for Destiel fics, but it is asexual awareness week next week, so I thought Iâd read a load of fics with ace characters from a few different shows I like! We have some Supernatural, some Doctor Who, some Sherlock, and a couple from Good Omens. Happy ace week!
Supernatural
broken when Iâm lonesome by SailorChibi on AO3. (7,015 words).
Tags:Â Asexual Castiel, Demisexual Dean, Panromantic Castiel, Biromantic Dean, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Dean Has Self-Esteem Issues, Dean Has a Sexuality Crisis, Angst, Fluff, Touch-Starved, Comfort, Platonic Cuddling, Castiel is Not Oblivious, comments that could be taken as ace-phobic.
My Rating: 5 stars.
Description:Â After being saved from hell, Dean's old methods of coping aren't working anymore: he's not sexually attracted to anyone, and he's not interested in sex no matter how many times he climbs into bed with hot, naked women. Sam is convinced that his brother is just depressed, but Dean knows this goes deeper than that. He still craves the intimacy that can make him feel safe. Fortunately, Castiel is there to both understand and provide.
Notes: This fic really hit home. Iâm not sure if it is because almost every person I have ever talked to has had some form of this conversation, but it was still cute.
La Vie A Plus by K_K_TiBal on AO3. (6,260 words).
Tags: Punk Castiel, Asexual Castiel, College/Uni AU, Roommates, oh my god they were roommates, College Student Dean, College Student Castiel, Pining, First Kiss, Misunderstandings, Art Student Castiel, Love Confessions, Gabriel is a Little Shit, Tattooed Castiel.
My Rating: 5 stars.
Description: Dean Winchester is hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with his best friend and roommate, Castiel. Castiel - with his blue hair, and his tattoos, and his artwork, and his perfect everything. Dean never stood a chance, really. It only sucks because, as far as Dean can tell, Castiel is definitely not interested. But love, much like art, has a way of being unpredictable. Even if you think you know where you're going with it.
Notes: The angst is strong in this one! Again, I feel like many aces have had this conversation or that fear that people (allos, especially) may not want to be with them.
Exposed to What You Hide by SailorChibi on AO3. (1,890 words).
Tags: Alternate Universe - Hunters, Creature Castiel, Procubus Cas, Asexual Castiel, Established Relationship, Hidden Relationship, Assisted Suicide, Cuddling, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff.
My Rating: 4 stars.
Description: "We think Cas is a procubus," Sam blurted out. Then he winced and yelped when Charlie kicked him under the table. "Ow!"Â "Smooth, Sam," Charlie snapped. Dean looked back and forth between them, realizing that they were both 100% serious. "A procubus." "Basically it's the sexless version of an incubus or a succubus," Charlie explained before Sam could. "It's... it's a demon that kills people by sleeping with them." She was chewing on her thumbnail now, eyes big and apologetic. Sam had done one better pasting on a truly epic kicked puppy expression of apology. "You think Cas is killing people by cuddling with them," Dean said, just to be sure.Â
Notes: Well that took a bit of a turn. Iâm not sure why, but I love fics where Cas keeps bees, it was just so cute to see him that happy! (Even if he was crazy. Shut up).
Consolation by Trell on AO3. (1,195 words).
Tags: Aromantic, Aromantic Relationship, Asexual Relationship, Asexuality, Asexual Character.
My Rating: 3 stars.
Description: In which both of them are ancient, and neither of them are in love with each other.
Notes: Okay, I would first of all like to say that I do not ship Cas and Ten. I was kind of curious though, and clearly whoever wrote this ships Destiel and Ten/Rose. That being said, I am here for some angst; poor Cas and his unrequited love, and poor Ten because all his friends are dead.
Doctor Who
donât hold this war inside by WishingTree on AO3. (1,824 words).
Tags: Asexual Yaz, Pre-Relationship, Asexual Character.
My Rating: 5 stars.
Description: âItâs just - Iâm scared,â she finally manages. âScared?â the Doctor stills where sheâs been trying to roll up the sleeves of her coat, shoving the material of one arm over her elbow and asking, âScared of what?â Yaz doesnât answer, canât answer, and the Doctor goes to reach for her, aborting the movement halfway and only managing an awkward swaying motion. â...Scared of me?â
Notes: Thasmin is a ship that, had I not stumbled across it on Instagram, would never have thought of on my own. Much like Sabriel, however, now the idea is in my head, I ship it! Also, the author in this fic manages to perfectly capture the Doctorâs personality, which is quite an impressive feat.
Whatever fits my skin by lloydsglasses on AO3. (1,481 words).
Tags: Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Cross-Generational Friendship, Asexual Character, Asexuality, Canon Gay Character, LGBTQ Character, Aromantic, Pride.
My Rating:Â 5 stars.
Description: âSo, does that happen to you a lot?â Bill asks once theyâre safely back in the Doctorâs study, each cradling a mug of tea. âGetting snogged by gorgeous women as a thanks for saving their lives.â The Doctor sets his teacup down gently on the desk, mouth pursing in distaste. âFar more often than Iâd like.â
Notes: Oh my god that was so (fucking) cute! Now I want more fics of characters going to pride. Maybe for next June. Also, Iâm just saying that I hated Nardole and nothing you can say to me will make me change my mind.
Take It, Leave It (But youâd better believe it) by lloydsglasses on AO3. (760 words).
Tags: Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Cross-Generational Friendship, Asexual Character. Aromantic, Canon Gay Character, Coming Out, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, LGBTQ Themes.
My Rating: 4 stars.
Description: âI told my foster mum that Iâm gay. Now she keeps trying to set me up with guys."Â
âAh,â says the Doctor, with a frown. âThat seems⌠counterintuitive.â
Notes: Iâve always loved Bill and Twelveâs relationship, and this is such a cute scene! It is a crime we havenât got more River Song content, by the way.
Crescendo by tenscupcake on AO3. (6,013 words).
Tags: Fluff, Asexual Character, Romance.
My Rating: 4 stars.
Description: As her relationship with the Doctor slowly develops into something a little more than friendship, Rose starts to wonder what's holding him back. But one fateful night, he confesses something that makes her realize she never had any reason to worry.
Notes: Beautifully written! I donât think Iâve ever read a Ten/Rose fic before, but I have always shipped it and it is adorable.
Sherlock
The Important Bit by Solshine on AO3. (9,984 words).
Tags: Asexual Sherlock, Platonic Relationship, Amarriage, Same-Sex Marriage, Bromance, Domestic.
My Rating: 5 stars.
Description: Just where exactly is the line between âto loveâ and âto be in loveâ? What difference is required between âflatmateâ and âhusbandâ? (Besides the rings, obviously.) No, the important bit is that they have each other. Thirty years, give or take, in an atypical marriage. Basically a long bit of platonic domestic fluff.
Notes: Oh, this is absolutely one of my favourite Johnlock fics now. Absolutely adorable (because I love domestic Johnlock okay), I nearly cried, and now I want all the art of Sherlock with a fancy old cane!
the art of getting by (isnât really so artsy at all) by stupidmuse_hatesme on AO3. (6,521 words).
Tags: Asexuality, Asexual Character, Asexual Sherlock, Romance, First Time, First Date, Slash.
My Rating: 4 stars.
Description:Â âHe's treating things like they're normal! Things are not normal.â Sherlock drags his hands from his mussed up hair and covers his face. âYou aren't helping much,â he mumbles into his palms. âI hope you know that.â The skull only grins from his perch and says not a word. âReally, you're supposed to do more than just--sit there.â
Notes: John is so unbelievably sweet in this, but Sherlock was bit OOC.
what does the world get by coloredink on AO3. (2,302 words).
Tags: Asexuality, Asexual Sherlock, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship.
My Rating: 3 stars.
Description: A women's magazine quiz leads Sherlock to investigate the nature of love.
Notes: A cute lilâ fic about exploring your (in this case, lack of) romantic and sexual attraction.
Surprisingly Simple by heeroluva on AO3. (855 words).
Tags: Asexuality, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship, First Kiss, Touching, Fluff, Cuddling and Snuggling. My Rating: 3 stars. Description: In which John is asexual, and Sherlock never asks. Notes: Pretty cute, and it is always nice to see a character who is just cool with it, without some massive explanation. I can dream.
Good Omens
An Honest Surrender by Kedreeva on AO3. (4,107 words).
Tags: Ineffable Husbands, Post-Apocalypse, Love Confessions, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, First Kiss, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Soulmates, Soul Bond, Aziraphaleâs True Form, Crowleyâs True Form, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship.
My Rating: 5 stars.
Description: "For six thousand years," Crowley said, voice cracking, "I have wanted something I couldn't have, because I asked the wrong questions. But I'm asking the right one now. The only one that matters." In which Aziraphale follows Crowley home after the nonpocalypse.
Notes: Seriously, reading Good Omens fics always makes me so relaxed and sleepy it is unreal. I need to read them more often. Anyway, this is such a cute explanation for the final episode, and I loved it!
Youâre the Only Prayer I Need by Kedreeva on AO3. (5,507 words).
Tags: Ineffable Husbands, Wingfic, Angel Wings, Angel/Demon Relationship, Wing Grooming, Bathing/Washing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Asexual Character, Asexuality, Asexual Relationship, Snake Crowley, Love Confessions, Trust, Non-Sexual Intimacy.
My Rating: 5 stars.
Description: Crowley had, in the six thousand years Aziraphale had known him, shed his skin exactly twice that Aziraphale knew of. Both times he had disappeared without a trace, having retreated somewhere very safe and very, very unknown to hide while he was so vulnerable, and Aziraphale had never thought to ask beyond that information. Everyone was, he had supposed at the time, entitled to their secrets. The problem was that he had stumbled directly into this secret now, and there was hardly a graceful way out of it.
Notes: The sheer level of trust is adorable, and Iâm always here for snake Crowley.
A Little Less Celestial by Kedreeva on AO3. (2,360 words).
Tags: Non-Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual, Sharing a Bed, Ineffable Husbands, Literal Sleeping Together, Wingfic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship.
My Rating: 4 stars.
Description: Aziraphale accidentally falls asleep, and Crowley teaches him sleeping isn't so bad, really.
Notes: Oh my God, this was so calming to read in a way I really canât describe? Also, now I want a bookshelf bed.
Just One Yesterday by Kedreeva on AO3. (1,952 words).
Tags: True Form Crowley, True Form Aziraphale, Ineffable Husbands, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Post-Apocalypse, Time Travel, Time Loop, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship, Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Missing Scene.
My Rating: 3 stars.
Description: Crowley and Aziraphale didn't stop the apocalypse on the first try, but you know what they say... try, try again.
Notes: I could not tell you the plot of this, but that image of Crowleyâs true form was beautiful (and the artwork was phenomenal!).
So, there we have it! I hope you enjoy them, and have a nice week. By the way, if you have instagram, please would you consider following @justaceofficial? They are trying to get funding for a TV series which focuses on an asexual main character, and they ran an asexual advent running up to this week!
#spn#doctor who#good omens#sherlock#johnlock#ineffable husbands#ten/rose#destiel#asexual#aromantic#twelve
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Do you have like a list of prompts youâve received? Iâm kinda curious to see what other people have sent in.
Sure do! Let me know what you think or what you'll be interested in seeing posted first!
WRITTEN & POSTED
1.) this regular is so cute that I (purposely) wrote wrong name on their order so we could chat for a while" (changed it to Mammon forgetting MC's name cause I didn't want to write anything close to an actual name for MC so that it'd be easier for people to imagine it as their MC)
2.) "I know my boss said to not to serve this batch today bc it'll be for tomorrow's special menu but they look drOP DEAD GORGEOUS AND I CAN'T RESIST THE URGE TO HIT ON 'EM NOBODY CAN STOP ME"
3.) Mammon seeing a bug and freaking out, asking MC to take care of it would be really cute.
4.) MC stealing his clothes and wearing it
5.) MC telling Mammon how appreciative they are of him and how glad they are that they were put under his care over anyone else.
6.) "Wait are those - are those bruises?"
PLANNED WITH DATES
7.) mcâs love language is expressed by giving gifts - 10th Sept
8.) imagine MC giving Mammon a ⨠c u t e ⨠crow plushie - 10th sept
*7.) & 8.) are going to be combined*
9.) when Mammon and MC start dating, he 100% calls them "his treasure" (I don't think this was a prompt but I'm writing it) - 10th Sept
10.) dragon!mammon kidnaps royal!mc for ransom, but ends up discovering not all treasures are made of glitter and gold - long 10chap fic planned - after 18th sept no concrete date
11.) Pillow fort with Mammon?? Maybe a movie night??? Bonus if it's a horror movie and he clings to MC????? - 31st Oct
12.) MC gets possessed by a lower demon - 31st Oct (shortened here but original prompt is longer/more elaborate)
13.) Mammon flirting with the MC to steal their wallet. - 28th Aug
HALF WRITTEN
14.) "I've never seen that scar before"
15.) "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me"
16.)"Talk to me please"
*15.) & 16.) are set to be combined with 14.)*
NOT WRITTEN
17.) It was said before that since Mammon is the avatar of Greed, those he loves are very wealthy and those he hates go broke, so if his self esteem is really low it explains why he's broke and asking for money all the time. (Probably not a prompt but fuck it I want to write it)
18.) him singing & dancing to La Bicicleta with MC in the kitchen (I actually wrote an 'imagine' kinda thing as the reply for this ask cause I don't think it's an actual prompt but I liked it so much I wanna flesh it out into a short fic)
19.) Mammon with Crow feathers (it's more elaborate than this but too long to write here) (Not a prompt but like the previous one I wrote an 'imagine' type thing as a reply for the ask and I wanna flesh it out because GIANT BIRD DEMON BOYFRIENDâ˘)
20.) Mammon consistently spelling MC's name wrong on their cup? Or Mammon leaving pick up lines on their drinks? - gonna do the second one cause again I don't wanna write anything close to an actual name
21.) Mammon coping with the realization that MC's never coming back to the original timeline?
22.) "this person is the love of my life but sometimes I wanna strangle em hoW DARE U DO SMTH ADORABLE DO U KNOW U R THE DEATH OF ME SWEET CHEEKS ILYSMâ¤ď¸ď¸"
23.) "I rlly hate the fact that ur babysitting ur niece/nephew (but I love this lil fella can we adopt them) but I overheard a couple say WE R A PERFECT FAM I'M-"
24.) âYou bake when youâre stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently youâre giving me whole baskets each day, now Iâm not complaining but are you okay?â
25.) how's Mammon feel about MC dying from Belphie considering how he told MC at the beginning that if they were in danger, he'd be the one to save them, and if he couldn't save them, they should just die?
26.) him realizing he has a second with the new MC after his MC dies in lesson 16
*25 & 26 were one prompt but I broke it into two fics*
27.) Like, say MC makes it really obvious Mammonâs her favourite and Belphie tries to sabotage him, but it just keeps going wrong. (More elaborate prompt but shortened here)
28.) au where the demon lords are instead revered as local deities. Mammon falls for human MC. (More elaborate prompt but shortened here)
29.) really angsty mc x mammon fic. maybe something with mc sobbing âplease donât be mad at meâ or âi can be better, donât leaveâ due to accidentally swallowing a hysteria potion or something?
30.) "This is nice. You and Me. Against the world."
31.) "If anything happened to you--I couldn't..." "Will you stay with me? Tonight? I just--I'd feel better knowing that you're near..." "I can't stand the thought of seeing you hurt." All have massive Mammon-after-Belphie-killed-MC vibes.
32.) MC being troubled about dying and mammon being the only one to notice
*31.) & 32.) are going to be combined*
33.) âYouâve done the unthinkable, you know. Youâve made me fall in love.â
34.) mammon and mc are doing a movie night and mc fall asleep and they basically confess in their sleep without knowing it
Fics that don't have planned dates are going to be released on a weekly basis. The fic that I write & post will depend on which prompt makes my imagination go nuts each week. After sept 18 I'm hoping to write & post at least two fics a week.
** nothing is gonna have a sad ending or be a tragedy (I can't hurt myself like that) so at most it'll have a bittersweet ending
**MC will always be gender-neutral (they/them pronouns) and unnamed with no defining features. They will have somewhat of a consistent personality though because I always imagine my mc when writing these and I will probably use headcanons I have but nothing will be overly specific so that you can read the fics with your mc in mind
Because I like to suffer I'm still accepting prompts/requests despite all this so feel free to send them either through asks or dms or feel free to come scream at me about anything because I will scream back
That's itâ
#asks#answers#long post#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me mammon#mammon x mc#mammon x reader#obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me#swd mammon#om! mammon
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WINX REDUX AU SUMMARIZED: INTERLUDE 5 (Season 5.5)
Or, in which I give the basics of what Iâve changed about the story for the AU. It was originally way more descriptive but if I kept it in that style I would have finished in 2039 and I ainât got time for that. Here we have a heavily-changed version of the events of Mystery of the Abyss. Enjoy!
WINX AU INTERLUDE 5 - The Heart of 2 Nymphs
Itâs been barely three weeks since Tritannusâs trial, and everyone has enjoyed the downtime, preparing for a small break in their classes. Bloom is excited as this year the break aligned well with Christmas, so she plans to take Daphne along. Daphne believes this is just so she can delay experiencing Dominoâs winters yet again, having heard the horror stories.
She also plans on bringing Diaspro along, to formally introduce her to her parents (as she didnât have a chance to during her short visit during the deal with the Circles), as well as finally give her a proper tour of a non-destroyed Gardenia.
The other girls have plans with their families or friends as well, and they all seem excited to spend time away from Alfea after just a few months of being back.
2 days before the trip, however, Daphne is contacted by Omnia. She has felt another interference with the Throne of the Ocean (as the process of re-sealing it is lengthy), and the magic signal she received from it felt distressingly familiar.
On Infimare itself, a woman is around the throne, holding a pearl in her hands. Her form signals her as a fairy, and after some consideration she links it to the source of energy, before quickly dropping some venom on it. A large cloud of toxic material starts to form around the throne, and the woman smirks before retreating.
Daphne remembers the feeling she got when she went to Infimare with the Winx, and her suspicions start to rise, as does her panic. She initially thinks of going to Infimare alone, but after some consideration she brings the Winx in as well.
After a short talk with the Winx, they leave for Infimare, meeting with Omnia personally for the first time. Sheâs surrounded by the Guardian Selkies as well, and elaborate on whatâs happening - the Throne has started to release some sort of noxious substance, which coupled with the energy itâs threatening to turn it into Wild Magic.
Lithia and Desiryee elaborate and think that the energy comes from a Fairy based on the magic readings, and Daphneâs worries turn for the worse. After quietly listening to the tale they all leave for the Throne and see whatâs going on, and after a few minutes of silence Bloom breaks it by asking Daphne whatâs going on with her.
Daphne sighs, before telling her about Politea again. She elaborates that when they were classmates, they were both very competitive in their achievements, sometimes getting a bit far. Her even having Sirenix was related to said relationship. But despite this Daphne did think of her as her best friend, but her betrayal at the fall of Domino has had her questioning that relationship.
She then elaborates on the fact Politea was the Fairy of Poison, and her control over it was impressive, very close to Tritannusâs own work. Coupled with the fact she had Sirenix, Daphne is realizing this could all be her work and sheâs not sure why she would do this.
As they approach the Throne, they realize how thereâs a distinct lack of wildlife around, when usually thereâs at least a couple hundred fish around them. Itâs around this time that everyone is attacked by a horde of mutated jellyfish of various sizes, covered in a thick miasma of toxins.
Everyone fights defensively and thanks to Flora and Stella manage to restore most of them back to normal, and with Aisha and Daphneâs help they drive the rest away. They realize that these mutants didnât look or act like Tritannusâs, which makes them think theyâre the result of the Throne going haywire. They start to swim faster.
Arriving at the throne, they find nothing but the throne and its energy going haywire, canalized in a pearl in the seat. After a quick analysis from Tecna they conclude that if they destroy the pearl (which has been corrupted and poisoned), theyâll be able to stop the spread of more toxins and stabilize the throne.
Bloom and Tecna take care of destroying the pearl, and after that a lengthy Sirenix convergence manages to stabilize the Throne, though it is still slightly unstable.
The girls feel slightly confused - the situation was solved faster than expected, at least until everyone feels a sharp pain on their backs or legs, one after another getting weaker and weaker. They start to fall unconscious one after another leaving Daphne alone.
She tries to both remove the poison and figure out if this is an effect of the Throne before being hit herself, starting to fall unconscious not before feeling being dragged away.
She manages to raise her head just enough to recognize that Politea is taking her away, before passing out.
The Winx wake up a few hours later, the poison having been just a sedative for the most part. As they realize that Daphneâs gone, Bloom panics for a bit, before being approached by Omnia and the Selkies, who came to check on them after not coming back.
They explain to them what happened and they confirm it was the work of Politea, and that they have managed to find where she might reside and where she might be holding Daphne hostage. With directions given to look for a shark-shaped rock formation, they all go look for her.
On said cave, Daphne slowly comes back to her senses, finding herself unable to move. She raises her head to see Politea, staring at her with a blank smile.
She tries to attack her but finds her unable to do much, the other fairy telling her that sheâs still poisoned and her offensive powers will not work for a while. She then tells Daphne to get cozy, as theyâll remain in her lair for a long bit before the Winx can find them.
The Winx, meanwhile, are battling a set of mutant jellyfish Politea has littered across the way, delaying them further and slowly making them lose stamina for the eventual fight, though they manage to get rid of the mutants faster and faster.
Politea tries to make some small talk as if she just hadnât kidnapped Daphne, but the other fairy refuses to speak for most of the time. Politea is getting more and more annoyed at this and finally breaks, asking her to then for her to start the conversation.
Daphne then asks, a mixture of anger and sadness in her voice, why did she doomed their own country all those years ago. Why she forsake them to Myraria so quickly. Why she betrayed her, her best friend.
Politea stays silent for a second, before getting angrier and starts ranting, about how Daphne was always so painfully dense about everything. Never noticing how their rivalry was hurting them both, never realizing that each comeback from her side was more and more laced with venom, never noticing how Politea looked at her as more than just her rival and friend. How her genes made her more powerful, how their rivalry was ultimately pointless because they would never compare. Even her earning of Sirenix was thanks to Daphne, and she never had a proper say on this.
This stuns Daphne for a bit, enough for the Winx to crash the place trying to get Bloomâs sister back.
Bloom and Aisha immediately start fighting Politea, the former angry at harming her sister shared past be damned. Stella and Flora focus on healing Daphne and removing the leftover poison, while Musa and Tecna defend them all from more jellyish mutants Politea summoned.
As Daphne is healed, she process her emotions and thoughts, calming herself down as much as she can. On the other side, Politea mocks and teases Bloom, calling her Daphneâs useless little sister assuming Daphne actually raised her.
Angering her even more, Bloom gets more reckless during the fight, and while Aisha tries to contain her Bloom is impulsive, and in an attempt to deck Politea she gets poisoned again instead.
This is enough to fully snap Daphne out of her stupor and, fully healed, starts fighting Politea one on one.
As they fight, Daphne starts to counter everything Politea said, of how her anger doesnât justify the harm she did to those outside of their relationship, of how she could have also laid out her true feelings, and how she was not responsible for her own wellbeing or self-esteem. Daphneâs determination and her control over water is allowing her to drive Politea further and further, but is interrupted by Politea revealing her hidden ace as a massive beast appears out of nowhere.
She has summoned the Beast of the Depths, a creature resembling a mix of a lot of deep sea animals, who starts to rampage around their place, the Winx having to focus all their attention on them.
Daphne wants to go help them but Politea forces her back into her fight, now having to deal with a monster.
Their argument goes back and forth but never really moving, Daphne determined to stop blaming herself for the fall and Politea refusing to admit her own faults.
After a bit, the Winx combine their Sirenix spells and manage to subdue the beast, while as a last resort, both Politea and Daphne end up using their special spells of Miasma of the Abyss (Politea) and Surging Downpour (Daphne). Politeaâs jellyfish attempt to distract Daphne from her focus but the Winx join in, overpowering the other fairy and knocking her out completely, even out of her transformation.
Daphne immediately creates a bubble of air around the fainted magi as well as attempting to heal her surface injuries before being stopped by Bloom, still seeing her as a dear friend despite everything.
A few hours later, Bloom and Daphne are on Domino, having just dropped off Politea to be taken cared of and judged for her crimes against the kingdom, everyone else back to Alfea to finish preparing for their trips. Daphne is still worried about her former friend as her punishment will be harsh, but forces herself to accept that she did bring the realm to ruin. She still canât help but tear up a bit.
Bloom asks her sister why does she still feel for her after everything that happened not only that day but 22 years ago, and Daphne can only say that she was hopeful. That once she reunited with Politea they would be able to reform their friendship, or that she could still admit her own faults. She wanted to still see her as her dear friend, but she canât. And that might be for the best.
She canât help but cry, however, and Bloom hugs her sister, hoping herself that at least she can let out her feelings properly.
A few days later, Bloom, Daphne and Diaspro are ready to leave for Earth, Bloom excited to introduce her sister and her girlfriend to her festivities. Diaspro is aware of what happened and tries to chat a bit with Daphne, who admits that while sheâs still not in a good mood she hopes Earth will cheer her up, and that she has no choice to move forward.
Roxy catches up to them before they leave, having missed her earlier chance to leave and wanting to see if she could come with, Bloom agreeing. She briefly wonders why Selinaâs not coming with them to Earth to visit her family, but assumes she simply wants to know more about Magix.
As the 4 girls leave, a shadow seems to be watching them, an intricate book in the personâs hands seeming to emit a low glow...
#Winx Club#Winx Redux AU#Winx Redux AU: Summarized#Winx AU Detailing#this one took a bit longer than intended thanks to Life getting in the way but I'm happy it's done#Now we can get into S6 at last! THAT ONE'S GONNA BE AN EXPERIENCE
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V3 Talentswap AU
Self-control who, donât know her
Iâve been doing a little collaboration with my dear friend @dreamydiamond putting together a full-on Talentswap for the V3 peeps bc everyone likes different talent AUâs, donât they? At this moment in time, there is no exact designated protag/deuterag/antag-rival/Mastermind bc itâs literally just been fun old brainstorming, but here are some brief, general descriptions of whatâs what under the cut.
Ultimate Pianist - Toujou Kirumi: Enjoys making others happy with her music and will play (almost) any song asked of her, though she seems to have an unspoken preference towards softer tempo songs. Open to learning as many different kinds of songs as possible from her beliefs of music being the number one thing to soothe even the savagest of beasts. Took over piano from her mentor who suffered a serious hand injury and was left unable to play any longer, also prompting her to wear gloves in case she ever went through the same fate.
Ultimate Detective - Shinguuji Korekiyo: (NOT A FUGGING SERIAL KILLER HERE; THIS IS A HOUSE OF CHRIST) Dedicated primarily to his work that will someday make him a full-fledged sleuth without his parentsâ aid. Gained notoriety as a sleuth following a domestic abuse case ending with the arrest of his (now disowned) elder sister, but wasnât able to leave without the trauma that came with it. As a result, heâs rather apprehensive when it comes to non-platonic relationships and prefers to direct as much of his focus away from them as possible.
Ultimate Astronaut - Ouma Kokichi: A misanthropic astronaut-in-training with one goal in mind: conquering the galaxy and destroying the planet with nary a drop of mercy for anyone else. Believes heâs higher and mightier than any âEarthling scumâ and will gladly show so, using contradictions and fibs to hide what well may be his true self buried underneath. Nonetheless, he seems interested in seeing if there are any ârare onesâ that could somehow prove to be worth his time, but severely doubts he could be stood corrected. Could he?
Ultimate Magician - Harukawa Maki: The self-proclaimed master of the arcana and dark arts, she often secludes herself from others in order to perfect her spells and concoctions, believing non-magical creatures may âcurseâ her and leave her efforts for naught. Having used to do magic shows before growing to hate them and quitting, she also seems to be a reluctant hit with children despite the frigid, unfriendly exterior she gives at first glance. Warns people that magic isnât a toy or show gag, but is very seldom heeded and brushed off as âcrazyâ.
Ultimate Aikido Master - Saihara Shuichi:Â Initially bullied to no end by his peers, he sought martial arts as his way out after taking advice from his beloved uncle and developed an adequate way to defend himself. Because of this, heâs highly disciplined and doesnât believe something as sacred as aikido should be used for any other reason. Being easily startled, itâs not wise to try and sneak up on or spook him; you will get tossed at best and en route to the hospital for broken ribs at worst as a result.
Ultimate Child Caregiver/Assassin - Akamatsu Kaede: Started out as a simple daycare assistant thatâs a born natural with children, but was later taken by a mysterious organization and brainwashed using a sleeper code to test her capabilities. Following her first kill that she doesnât remember, she was then actively trained into a killer-for-hire, which sheâs done everything in her power to keep a secret from the children and everyone else. Some say that uttering her old code will temporarily re-activate her deadly trance, but thatâs just a silly rumor! ...Right?
Ultimate Cosplayer - Yumeno Himiko: A longtime lover of the magical girl genre that fell in love with their colorful designs and longed to recreate their outfits for her own to don. Had gotten her first taste of sewing work from having to patch up holes in her clothes and others, which eventually grew with modifying her school uniforms to fit her smaller stature and paved the path to cosplay. Sets up stands at conventions that sell cosplay outfits and wigs for a âreasonableâ (to her, at least) price, if only to make up for being terrible at delivering adequate fanart of her favorite mahou shoujou anime shows.
Ultimate Robot - 10-K0, aka âTenkoâ: A fully functional android programmed with an intense dislike of robophobes and âdegenerate malesâ created by the esteemed Professor Chabashira (who is also male, but she greatly reveres him and the contradiction hasnât clicked yet). Has a great sense of empathy and can get a good reading on someone using a simple scan, and despite not being entirely invincible, will serve as a protector for any fair maiden that needs her.
Ultimate Entomologist - Iidabashi Kiibo: More in-tuned to befriend bugs than people as a result of (and resulting in) being harassed by other children over the years, but managed to not let his heart turn bitter from it nonetheless. The son of a biologist father, he grew to discover his own research with arachnids and insects to learn the lifestyles of such small creatures that play such a big role in everyday life. Though he loves his bugs, he also seems to yearn for a human friend to call his own that actually accepts him and his âbizarreâ interests.
Ultimate Artist - Gokuhara Gonta:Â Lost in the woods from an early age, he fell in love with nature and sought to find a way of immortalizing it to its fullest potential. His large size and massive strength make him best at creating sculptures, but his unexpectedly gentle hands are what helps convey his muse through paintings and sketches. Still an aspiring gentleman that hopes to show his sophisticated works to the world, but is also prone to aggressive outbursts when faced with intense enough artistâs block and seeing his art be disrespected.
Ultimate ??? - Hoshi Ryouma: Doesnât remember too much about his talent or past life save for vague flashes hinting towards it, which heâs only gathered that heâd done something atrocious to warrant being on the lam and sent running to too many places all over the globe. In spite of his amnesia, it seems he doesnât care if he never gets those memories back if the implied crimes were too horrible to recall in the first place.
Ultimate Inventor - Amami Rantaro: Shown a gift for tinkering at a young age, though was initially apprehensive with making it too big of a deal and making it his primary living in life until he came to enjoy doing so over time. Makes small gadgets for his younger sisters and larger, more complex gadgets that would be beneficial to anyone even if technically in the âprototypeâ stage. Overall leans more towards making things thatâd be useful and not just for fun, but if he trusts someone enough, heâll likely be more up for bending that rule just a little.
Ultimate Anthropologist - Yonaga Angie:Â A devout traveler whoâs been all over the globe following the word of different religions believing she is the vessel for every deity ever known. Personally prefers the word of her home islandâs god, but beckons to all depending on their cultureâs faith. Carefully studies humanity in seeing how vast they are in everyday life and primarily looks into their creation myths and pantheon.
Ultimate Supreme Leader - Shirogane Tsumugi: Claims to have been raised into the line of succession for a dangerous organization she believes will bring the downfall of man itself if crossed too much. Wonders how such a âplainâ girl such as herself wound up in such a position of power and blames it solely on good luck, but isnât complaining much otherwise. The day sheâs in charge is the day she plans on making the best sheâs ever lived.
Ultimate Tennis Pro - Momota Kaito: The unlikely âShining Star of the Courtâ thatâs come a long way in conquering tennis leagues from all over the nation, but seems to be hiding something he fears will hinder his athleticism. Advocates for keeping a healthy lifestyle both in diet and physiology, and aims to train as hard as he can to stay almost invincible in the face of difficulty. Wonât hold back during a game, but wants his opponents to have as fair of a shot as possible against him if they intend to win.
Ultimate Maid - Iruma Miu: Started from a poorer background and needed to find a way to make a better living for herself, so what better way than putting her ânatural good looksâ to great use? Is very good at what she does, but her inappropriate comments and nature makes everyone hesitant to trust things sheâs prepared in addition to finding her âsexy maidâ jokes too off-putting to laugh at. Thinks her skills are better than sliced bread and bellows how people should be thankful for needing her, but one mistake pops her bravado like a bubble and she crinkles at the slightest criticisms.
#New Dangan Ronpa V3#Kirumi Tojo#Korekiyo Shinguji#Kokichi Ouma#Talentswap AU#V3 Talentswap#AUCanon#Putting it under the cut for length reasons#And so I can edit it anytime I please lmfao#I'm also more than willing to answer questions about this AU btw :3c
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So for the Untamed fest, Iâm doing a set of ficlets set in the Long and Happy Life Modern!AU âverse. This set of ficlets will be focused on Lan Sizhui and his years at Lan Academy in Grades 6 through 12. On tumblr theyâll be posted on each prompt day, in November theyâll be uploaded to Ao3 in chronological order. The first ficlet is below.
Untamed Fest Day One: Character
âItâs not too late to turn around. Schools in Boston donât start for another week. We could do late enrollment. Hell, Iâll let Madame Yu take over. Sheâll demand they admit you to any school right on the spot.â
Lan Sizhui tried not to show his nerves as his dad rambled on about alternative choices and escape routes. They hadnât even backed out of their driveway yet. He knew he shouldâve rode in with Papa, but both of his parents insisted he needed a good nightâs sleep and a large breakfast.
He looked up at the eaves of their new home, the large Victorian style mansion came with a history and a name, Hills of Heaven, and looked like a castle from the road that led to the long and winding driveway. It was a massive change from their cozy house back on the outskirts of Boston, but heâd spent the last few weeks of his summer exploring all the secret passages and hidden nooks. It was a great distraction from what he was about to face.
New kid at a new school. At least he had friends and family there. Lots of family. And heâd grown up around Lan Academy. Heâd never attended as a student though, and thatâs what made him so anxious this morning, the first day of Sixth Grade. He needed to be good enough. He couldnât let down Papa or Uncle or Great-Uncle. He was only a Lan in name and he wouldnât disrespect them.
âHey,â Dad said, pulling the keys out of the ignition. âIâm serious, Yuan. Say the world and Iâll pull you out of Lan Academy and weâll enroll you somewhere else. It doesnât have to be Boston. You can go to Andover like I did.â
His dad didnât often use his birth name, not since Sizhui had legally become theirs and chosen a new name for his new, official, life. Just like his dad did when he was younger and adopted by Granddad Jiang. Nowadays Dad only used it when he was worried.Â
âI want to attend Lan Academy,â Sizhui said. âAnd Papaâs waiting for us.â
âHeâll understand.â
He would. And he would never judge Sizhui for it. Heâd still love him and support him. And heâd still do that even if Sizhui turned out to be the worst Lan family student to ever attend the Academy.
âI just donât want to disappoint them,â he confessed, voice small.
âNot fucking possible.âÂ
He looked up in surprise at his fatherâs fierce tone. He rarely spoke like that around Sizhui.Â
His father grasped his chin and turned his face to study him. âItâs not fucking possible, Sizhui. Besides the fact that youâre fucking brilliant, an actual genius, youâre our son. Our blessing. Our gift. As long as you are true to yourself, youâll never disappoint us. Do you understand me?â
Sizhui nodded.Â
âOkay,â Dad said. He started the car again. âNow letâs show those fuckers just what you can do. You may be a Lan, but youâre a Wei and a Wen too. Theyâll never know what hit them.â
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The whispers had started as soon as heâd been dropped off. Of course, that couldâve been the fact Dad had hugged him so tight heâd picked him up off the ground and then forcibly carried him over to Papaâs arms, but that in and of itself wasnât an uncommon scene between his parents.Â
The whispers had persisted through homeroom and his first class, and the morning assembly. He could feel the eyes on him as he walked the halls, Jingyi and Zizhen on either side of him.
âWhatâs going on?â he asked as they took their seats in the auditorium.
âItâs just the assholes who arenât Lans or Lan-adjacents,â Jingyi said. He pulled out a Snickers from his bag and handed it to Sizhui. âThey just donât know you.â
âAnd youâre already being put forth as the valedictorian of our class,â Zizhen said. âBeing Hanguang-Junâs kid and all.â
Sizhui made a face at the name they students had given his papa. He supposed he could forgive them, considering saying Mr. Lan could mean at least fifty different teachers here, but it still sounded like a name doled out by a group of kids with a crush.
Hearing some of the things already said about his fathers, Sizhui was sure that wasnât too far off.Â
âItâs the first day,â Sizhui said. âI havenât even completed an assignment. And weâre only eleven.â
âYouâre wicked smart, yo,â Jingyi teased, chocolate in his teeth and on his cheek.Â
Sizhui shook his head and wiped the chocolate off his face. âHow do you always miss your mouth?â
âItâs what I have you for,â Jingyi said. He leaned forward and rubbed his face on Sizhuiâs shoulder. âMy own personal paper towel.â
Zizhen sighed next to them. âYou two,â he said with a shake of his head.Â
âSeriously though,â Jingyi said as he settled back into his seat. âIf you donât think some of these Ivy League obsessed parents didnât have, like, private investigators combing through your school records the second news hit you were coming to the Academy, then we need to talk about your self-esteem, Sizhui.â
âGrandfather finally won his bet he had going with Jin Lingâs grandfather. Apparently Old Man Jin thought your dad would never let you come to the Academy,â Zizhen said. He patted Sizhuiâs shoulder. âYou just paid for our new yacht.â
âYouâre welcome?â Sizhui said.
Zizhen nodded. âOf course the near billion dollar pot is on when Headmaster Lan and your Uncle Cheng will marry.â
âMadame Yu says they refuse to do it just to spite her,â Sizhui said. âAnd that sheâs surprised Great-Uncle Lan hasnât intervened yet.â
Jingyi shrugged. âAll I know is that years ago he had a long talk with Headmaster Lan and he basically considers the two of them common-law married since Uncle Cheng moved in. Mom doesnât really talk about it, but since Headmaster holds the proverbial purse-strings to the majority of the Lan fortune, he can basically do whatever the fuck he wants. Not that he would. Because heâs the prime example of the Lan Character.â
Sizhui wanted to slide down in his seat at those words, but he didnât dare drop his perfect posture. If Uncles Xichen and Cheng didnât adopt, then Sizhui was the presumed next heir to that Lan Character. And fortune. And everything. His parents didnât talk about it, didnât put the pressure on him, but heâd heard it spoken among all the family elders at their large gatherings, the eyes that always judged him, the approving nods or disapproving frowns.Â
Sometimes it felt like just too much.Â
Sitting in the auditorium, waiting for his Uncle Xichen, now his Headmaster, to deliver a welcoming speech to grades K through 12, to feel all those eyes on him, and the whispers about him, Sizhui suddenly very clearly understood the real reason why Dad had fought so long to keep him away from Lan Academy as a student.Â
He was trying to protect him from all of this.Â
The urge to bolt, to grab his bag and run to the nurseâs office, and feign sick and call his Dad to come pick him up burned through his veins. He hid his shaking hands as he fought that urge to jump over the seat in front of him and disappear.Â
He let out a breath as an arm slung around his shoulder, a familiar weight that kept him grounded.
âIâve got some Goldfish too, if youâre still hungry,â Jingyi said.
Sizhui thanked everything in the world for his best friend.
He opened his eyes and stared ahead. âNo talking during assemblies.â
Jingyi laughed. âLook at you. Already trying for Class President.â
Zizhen nodded in agreement as the lights dimmed and Headmaster Lan walked towards the center of the stage.
Lan Sizhui was born Wen Yuan. He was a Lan by name only, a Wen and a Wei by birth, and a Jiang by association. He was eleven years old, with the weight of four family legacies on his shoulders, and just trying to keep his head above water.Â
The kids at this school didnât know him. Not really. But they were about to learn. Because if there was one family motto he kept true to his heart, worn on a bracelet around his wrist, it was the one that gave him strength now.
Attempt the Impossible.
Bring it on.Â
#untamedfest#fandom: the untamed#verse: lahl#fic: tales from lan academy#the untamed#my ridic writing#day 1
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Title: Fly With Me Word Count: About 14k Genre: Fantasy-Adventure Fandom/Universe: Green Lantern, Flash (comics) Characters/Pairings: Barry Allen/Hal Jordan/Guy Gardner/John Stewart/Alan Scott Warnings: Mild/implied body dysphoria Rating: PG-ish Summary: When Watchman Barry Allen arrives to a grisly murder scene, the last thing he expects is the enigmatic dragonlords of the realm to arrive and ask for him specifically. They are handsome and charming, but the existence of enormous fire-breathing flying lizards that seem to exert some kind of... Strange emotional aura is more than a little terrifying. He is introduced to the prince of these dragonlords, Hal, and steps up to be taken back to the towering natural fortress of Oa, a massive hollowed out mountain that sits on the edge of the continent. Called the 'weyr', Oa is home to the dragons and their riders, and Barry soon finds himself welcomed inside with all the honours that a prince might receive. In the morning after a restless night's sleep he is bathed and anointed, and taken down deep beneath the mountain to a holy underground sea, where he must confront the mysterious Lord of Oa and receive the prize for which he had been chosen: A dragon egg, rare and precious. The last third of the story will be hatching the dragon, and a montage of sorts with Barry further bonding with the dragon riders and forming a... Tentative proto-romantic relationship with them. He trains in arms with Guy, learns the histories and concepts of the weyr with John, is taught about the running and logistics of Oa from Alan, and finally Hal tutors him on bonding with his dragon, and eventually flying with it. The broad aesthetic of the fic is very much generic medieval fantasy, set mostly in the mountainous fortress/castle of Oa. Characters vary a little bit from canon appearances, mostly in regards to hairstyles and the like, but a few characters are trans, which is mostly going to be a background detail. There are no warnings except for a crime scene early on (which will be edited down) and brief discussions of trans characters being trans, so there's a bit of mild dysphoria but no explicit details or transphobia/homophobia. There is implied polyamory and age difference, but everyone is consenting adults and nothing is properly established in this fic.Â
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2 Title: The Case of the Missing Son Word Count: 6,031 of 10k-ish Genre: Mystery, Romance Fandom/Universe: Batman (comics) Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne Warnings: Minor violence Rating: NC-17 Summary: Bruce Wayne has come to PI Dick Grayson with a problem. His ex-wife, Talia al Ghul, has been sending him letters claiming they have a son. Bruce wants Dick to find the boy and bring him home. Dick gathers information from various sources before running into Talia herself, which only results in him getting beat up. He goes back to Bruce to convince him to confront Talia. Eventually, the son goes to Bruce, and Bruce and Dick get some private time together. The story takes place solely in Gotham, from Dick's office, to Wayne Manor, with one trip down into the caves of Gotham for the showdown.
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3 Title: Forth My Mimic Comes Word Count: 19k Genre: Mystery, Supernatural Fandom/Universe: Batman (mostly comics) Characters/Pairings: Gen; Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake Warnings: past canon character death, non-consensual bodyswap, thoughts that could be construed as non-specific suicidal tendencies (i.e., "I was already dead, if I die again it's no big deal," etc.) Rating: PG/T Summary: Robin saves a boy from being hit by a car, only to discover that the victim is none other than a very alive (if comatose) Jason Todd. An already unusual situation turns even more bizarre when an unfortunate turn of phrase and an errant bit of magic cause Jason and the current Robin to end up in each other's bodies. Knowing it's only a matter of time before Bruce learns of the switch and locks him up in a fit of paranoia, Jason must seek the help of the enigmatic (and familiar) Oracle to fix the problem, all the while learning far more than he ever wanted to know about the boy who replaced him. Takes place immediately following Jason's resurrection in a slightly canon-divergent timeline, primary locations being the clock tower, manor, and cave (and all of Gotham, because patrol).
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4 Title: Pussycat, Pussycat, Where Have You Been? Word Count: 4,579 of 5k Genre: Mystery Fandom/Universe: Batman (comics) Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle, Tommy Elliot Warnings: Nonconsensual body modification, some torture Rating: PG-13 Summary: Selina Kyle is missing. Bruce finds mannequins and dummies of her around Gotham, each with a modified nursery rhyme about cats. Bruce follows these clues all across Gotham, growing more desperate to find her. Finally, he confronts the villains of Gotham and finds Selina, only to find Hush there as well. They battle and Bruce rescues Selina and takes her back to the Batcave. This takes place solely in Gotham, from the streets and graveyards of Gotham, to beneath Arkham Asylum, to the Batcave.
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5 Title: Daily Gab Word Count: 5776 Genre: Coming Out Fic Fandom/Universe: Batfam Characters/Pairings: Jon/Damian, Damian & Dick Warnings: Bullying Rating: PG-ish Summary: Damian finds a tabloid taped to his locker at school. The headline? "Wayne Kid... Gay?" He endures a day at school listening to the gossip from all the other kids. Dick does the brotherly thing and helps Damian sort through all he's feeling. Damian admits to Jon what the tabloid said and why he's been running scared all day, they talk about the reality of what they want together and Bruce manages to be a real father for once. Summary I'm posting when I post the fic: Damian swallowed against the bile in his throat and carefully took in his next breath, walking himself through the steps of emotional calm. Pretend this was only torture. Pretend it was only a gunshot wound. Pretend it was only his body in pain and not his heart and his mind. Remove himself from the situation and take a few steps backwards from the reality of it.
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6 Title: Stay My Tragedy Word Count: 16k Genre: Drama, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance Fandom/Universe: Batman, Deathstroke, Red Hood Characters/Pairings: Slade/Jason Warnings: explicit sex, angst, descriptions of violence, references to self harm, slight dubcon, problematic relationship Rating: NC-17 Summary:
Soul marks can appear at anytime in oneâs life -- a mark of karmic destiny that most people take to mean theyâve met the person theyâre meant to fall in love with. Jason knows thatâs not true. He knows because his soul mark appeared in the very last moments before he died -- marking his destiny to be murdered by the hands of a madman.
It is a world in which fate is unbelievably cruel, when Jasonâs soul mark is of none other than the man who murdered him. Slade has other ideas however, and he might just be the one man who can change Jason's tragic fate into something else.
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7 Title: New Horizons Word Count: 6091 Genre: Action/Adventure Fandom/Universe: Canon Divergence/AU Characters/Pairings: Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake Warnings: Major Character Death, Abusive Parents, Child Trafficking Ring, Drugs Rating: PG Summary: Jason, Tim, and Stephanie meet while Jason still holds the Robin mantle. They band together to take down a child trafficking ring, all while each one is fighting their own personal battles. Stephanie's dad is a small-time crook who is major-times ruining her chances at a better life. Tim's parents are never home--he doubts they could pick him out of a lineup. Jason is suddenly thrust into life with a billionaire (and vigilante), but not everyone might want him there. Story is mostly set in Gotham and Wayne Manor, with a few scenes in Titans Tower. The Major Character Death is Jason, but it happens off screen and in the epilogue. The Abusive Parents is Tim's parents neglecting him. Drugs are a passing mention. The Child Trafficking Ring is a major plot point.
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8 Title: Youâre saving BlĂźdhaven but who saves you? Word Count: 3457 Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Humor Fandom/Universe: Batman/Nightwing comics, Under the Red Hood Characters/Pairings: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd/JayDick â Jason Todd/Dick Grayson Warnings: childâs death, mentions of rape, canon typical violence, non consensual drug use, incest (pseudo-incest? Jason and Dick were adopted), self esteem issues Rating: T/Teen And Up Audiences /PG14+ Summary: After a kid got killed Dick, already in a bad place, decides that his only option to make a difference is to fight crime in a different way. He decides to partner up with a carefully chosen criminal and Red Hood caught his attention even if some of their morals are on the opposite sides of the scale. This somehow leads to Dick having an elusive roommate he developed an attraction to. Itâs a shame no one told him Red Hood is in fact Jason. This story is canon divergence or alternate universe and takes place after the events with Blockbuster and Tarantula in Nightwing comics and intertwines with some happenings from Under the Red Hood. The action is placed mainly in BlĂźdhaven, but there are trips to Gotham and Wayne Manor. The story has a romantic relationship between adopted brothers. The rape is mentioned several times and one of the character is forcibly drugged. It also contains description of childâs death and violence.
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9 Title: A Bit(e) Wild Word Count: 5-6k total, 4k written Genre: mostly Angst/Fluff but some Action/Adventure Fandom/Universe: Losers/Batfamily, no particular series Characters/Pairings: established Jensen/Cougar, will be Jensen/Cougar/Jason Todd later in series. Background canonical Pooch/Jolene, mention of Clay/Aisha. Warnings: Graphic violence, swearing, maybe sex in the flashback Rating: Explicit. Even if no sex happens yet, it will later, and there's also the violence to consider. Summary: The Losers have just barely taken down Max and cleared their names; Jensen's still cleaning up post-mission but they're all back home. Jason Todd's preparing to move back to Gotham and butt heads with Batman when a bit of pest control ends with him bitten by a wolf shifter. He didn't think the Pit's aftereffects would allow him to be changed, or that he'd call the Losers for backup again, but of all the people Talia had him learning from, Cougar's the only shifter he knows he can trust if this IS the dreaded change coming on. Cue frantic phone call. The Losers load up and head out immediately, but Pooch brings his family just in case, Clay rides up with Roque, and Jensen and Cougar lead the charge because they've already got the shifter genes and being bitten again isn't going to do anything to them (Jake is a recent change; Cougar was born a shifter). By the time the others arrive, they've got Jason settled and all three are in their animal forms. Jensen is a wolf, Cougs is a cougar, Jason is a snow leopard. After the first few lessons, Jason gets impatient--maybe the Pit, maybe new instincts, partly the knowledge that the Losers aren't going to just let him leave until he's got enough control over his shifter side to satisfy Cougar. He tries to slip out in the night, half hoping they won't follow him, subconsciously aware this will be much easier with trusted backup. Every Loser was expecting this, though, and when Jason slinks off to Gotham, they're still mostly packed and ready to head out. It doesn't take them long to follow.
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10 Title: where monsters lie (in dead men's dreams) Word Count: ~75k total, 47.7k written (including unfinished draft) Genre: Drama, Horror, Angst Fandom/Universe: Batman Arkham Games, and a lot of creative liberty taken with comic canon and the traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega AU Characters/Pairings: Jason Todd/Dick Grayson, Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson Warnings: Non-con, Dub-con, Drugging, Non-traditional ABO Dynamics, Bondage, Descriptions of Torture, Pseudo Incest, Kinky/Rough Sex, Intersexed Characters, Background Polyamory, Angst, Murder Rating: R Summary: Oracle enlists Red Hood's reluctant help to find Batman and Nightwing, who have disappeared during an arms bust deal orchestrated by the Penguin. They've been captured and dosed with a perverted form of the Scarecrow's latest toxin, and the effects of the toxin force the three of them to face their feelings for each other. All Jason wants to do is run away, except Dick won't let him leave. Things grow more complicated when the Penguin re-emerges with a threat none of them had expected, and Jason takes it upon himself to teach the Penguin a permanent lesson. Meanwhile, Dick has been experiencing random bouts of mania and murderous intent, ever since getting dosed with the toxin. By the time he confronts Jason about the Penguin's vicious murder, Jason sees more of the Joker in Dick than he does in his nightmares. Fortunately for them both, there's no mystery in Gotham that Batman can't solve in time. The story is set in Gotham City, 1.5-2 years post the game Batman: Arkham Knight, but also features several flashbacks of bastardized canon scenes from the comics. If you're a stickler for canon, this will probably kill you dead so please bear that in mind. Besides that, there is a single instance of non-con and another instance of molestation. There are also two implied sex scenes which can be considered dub-con. There is pseudo-incest between Jason, Dick and Bruce. The Penguin gets tortured to death but the torture occurs off-screen and only the results are described in graphic detail. The polyamory is mentioned throughout but does not occur on-screen.
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11 Title: The Sacredness of Tears Word Count: 13k Genre: Romance, character study, elements of fantasy and drama/angst Fandom/Universe: Batman comics, set in the future and using events from New Earth and the current continuity Characters/Pairings: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake-centric Warnings: temporary character death, pseudo-incest, canon-typical violence, discussions of mental illness, parental abuse through neglect, swearing Rating: PG-13 (maybe R for swearing?) Summary: Tim Drake Wayne isnât weak. He canât be. And now that he can travel through time, he has the perfect tool to make sure heâll never be vulnerable again. Gradually, Timâs family, friends, and his slowly blossoming relationship to Jason teach him otherwise. The story is set in Gotham with scenes in Timâs apartment, the Batcave, a diner and various rooftops. There are scenes with multiple members of the batfamily and Timâs team. The romantic scenes are focused on cuddling and size difference. The plot spans several years. Tim is eighteen at its beginning and twenty-five at its end. There is one detailed description of a meltdown or anxiety/panic attack. There are discussions of mental illness; some symptoms of depression are shown, especially withdrawing from the world and diminished self-worth, but nothing too bad and absolutely no hint of self-harm or suicide. Jason dies in one scene (not the canonical temporary death), but that is quickly reversed. There are descriptions of injuries. The parental abuse refers to Timâs and Jasonâs canonical backstories, not Bruce (who tries to be a good parent in this).
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12 Title: The Nightingale Word Count: ~14k total, 8.5k written Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe, Drama, Healing Fic (kinda) Fandom/Universe: Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws Characters/Pairings: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Warnings: No Warnings Apply Rating: NC-17 Summary: Crushed by the guilt of Jason's death, Dick quits the vigilante life, gives up Nightwing, begs Bruce for a clean slate, and runs away to New York City. He takes shelter at the Nightingale, a nightclub where Dick works as an exotic dancer, a stripper named Richie. Dick uses the blinding stage lights, Bloody Marys, and a mysterious man named Jay to hide his past. However, Dick's rather painful former life is slowly uncovered by Jay through a series of one night stands. Meanwhile, Dick also has some unconventional run-ins with the Red Hood, a supposed antihero working in the tri-state area and associated with the family Dick has not had any relations with for over five years. Old wounds reappear, and Dick's new life slowly falls apart around him as the truth comes to light. Set primarily in NYC, in the Nightingale nightclub and at the different hotel rooms Jay books. Towards the end, Dick and Jason will eventually move back into Gotham City and Wayne Manor. Story takes place five years after Jason's death. Dick's "new" life is an emotional roller coaster of hurt/comfort, a path of healing, a life built on lies, and identity porn woven all throughout it, until it is all untangled in the end.
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13 Title: Between Flight Word Count: ~15k, 10.8k written Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor, Alternate Universe Fandom/Universe: Batman - All Media Types Characters/Pairings: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Warnings: No Warnings Apply Rating: PG-13 Summary: Jason is a 15-year-old orphan, living at a crappy orphanage, going to school because it is the only fun in life, and dreaming of the day he becomes eighteen. After a little altercation with a pickpocket, Jason meets Robin, and from that night on, Jason could not get rid of the Boy Wonder. Coincidentally, Dick Grayson starts at Jason's school as well, and decides to befriend him of all people. Jason finds himself being tugged in two directions - towards a charming and talkative circus boy with a past similar to his, and towards Gotham's own hero in scaly panties. Over the course of a couple weeks, Jason is dumped at a school dance, kissed on rooftops, taken on dates a couple times a week, and even glared at by the Batman himself. Needless to say, Jason finds that his life is a lot more interesting after he met both Dick and Robin. But of course things smell fishy to Jason. Especially when Robin knows tricks that only Mr. Circus Boy can do. Or when Dick uses the same girly shampoo as the teen hero. Or when their identical disarming smiles send bursts of happiness straight through Jason's heart. Batman might be the World's Greatest Detective, but Jason Todd is not so shabby either. Set primarily at Jason and Dick's high school, the orphanage, the rooftops of Gotham City, the luxurious halls of Wayne Manor, with special appearances of "date" locations around the city. Jason is 15, while Dick is 17.
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14 Title: Moon Dust On Your Lips Word Count: ~6100 Genre: Romance, First Time, Mutual Pining Fandom/Universe: Batman and Green Lantern, no specific canon Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Hal Jordan Warnings: Mild sub/Dom, explicit sex, biting and bruising, praise kink Rating: NC-17 Summary: The Justice League is trying to expand their potential pool of allies in the known universe, and with the help of their Green Lanterns, they set off to personally negotiate with as many people as they can. Everyone is involved, but it mostly falls to Bruce/Batman and Hal Jordan. The longer Bruce and Hal work together, the more Bruce let's Hal see under the cowl, and the more Hal starts to like what he sees. Bruce even accepts advice from Hal on an issue dealing with his children. Then Hal, returning exhausted from a mission to Oa, loses his temper at the tail end of a League meeting. He says something stupid within Batman's hearing, and then goes off to get decidedly drunk with Barry. Hal confesses that he has a crush on Bruce, but there isn't anyway that he can see it ever happening, so he decides to just ignore it and move on with his life. Bruce doesn't exactly get the memo right away, but as soon as Hal starts physically distancing himself from Bruce as much as possible, their tentative friendship falls to the wayside. Soon, Bruce and Hal are back to being uneasy coworkers. It culminates with Bruce and Hal on the return trip of another successful negotiation, when their escorts decide to up and leave them in the Middle of Nowhere, Spaceville in a small, cramped, one man space pod. There's an argument, confessions, and then sex, before being rescued. The story takes place in a variety of locations, including Wayne Manor, the Watchtower, Barry's apartment, and the space pod. The sex will include Bruce manhandling a very willing Hal, with some rougher edges (biting and bruising, praise kink).
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15 Title: Happy Middles Word Count: ~4600 Genre: PWP Fandom/Universe: Batman and Green Lantern, no specific canon Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Hal Jordan Warnings: Somnophilia, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Noise Kink Rating: NC-17 Summary: Basically a slice of life PWP about the time Hal and Bruce make for each other, specifically how Bruce's ends his nights and how Hal starts his days. Bruce comes home early from a shortened patrol and joins Hal in bed a few hours before Hal has to go to work. Hal falls back asleep, and then wakes Bruce up when he starts exhibiting signs of a wet dream. Bruce pleasures Hal until he wakes up, and then gets Hal off. Hal turns the tide on Bruce, teasing him until Hal decides he's ready to ride Bruce to their mutual completion. This takes place solely in Bruce's and Hal's bedroom in the Manor, described as having a darker color scheme with blues, blacks, and grays. All kinks are negotiated prior to the story, as this is a well established, husbands!fic. No noncon here.
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16 Title: Hold Me Tight (or Don't) Word Count: 6055 Genre: Mystery, Angst, possible supernatural elements Fandom/Universe: Batman, no specific universe Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul, Conner Kent, Jason Todd Warnings: Medical experiments, but non-graphic Rating: Teen Summary: Sometimes, a Family is you, your Beloved's dead kid in a coma, and your Beloved's best friend's "clone" who's other gene donor is sort-of kind-of your boss off to play at politics Or Thereâs been a rash of robberies in Gotham, leaving Batman puzzled as to what the villains are up to, all the while seeing Jason appear to him, even though heâs been dead for a few weeks. Meanwhile. Talia takes care of a comatose Jason, while discovering Lexâs secret project taking a form no one expected. On the other side of bay/river, Clark is investigating a mysterious Cadmus fire, under a building Lex Luthor (who is now the president) owns. Not to mention the mysterious new villain who may be more connected to the robberies in Gotham that it seems.
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17 Title: untitled as of yet! Word Count: 3039 Genre: 5+1 things, fluff, probably eventual smut Fandom/Universe: dc extended universe, films 2013-present Characters/Pairings: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Warnings: none Rating: T at the moment, will likely slide into M/E Summary: After a few months of working together side-by-side as a team while not actively trying to kill each other (even in their spare time), Clark realizes heâs developed Feelings for Bruce. He knows Bruce is stubborn and self-isolating, so he decides the best plan is to figure out a way to make things a little (incidentally) romantic without scaring off Bruce: little notes on rooftops, a dubiously agreed upon makeover by Lois, advice from Barry and Victor and Dianaâeven Alfred ends up in on the game. Unfortunately for Clark, Bruce is even more slippery (or oblivious) than he ever imagined. Maybe what Clark really needs is a little help from a Higher Authority⌠or, the five times Clark Kent tried (and failed) to seduce Bruce Wayne, and the one time Bruce Wayne allowed himself to be epically seduced.
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18 Title: the weight of eventuality Word Count: 24,000 Genre: Romance, /Action, Drama Fandom/Universe: CWTV Flash (2014) Characters/Pairings: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart, Team Flash Warnings: canon typical violence, graphic sex Rating: NC-17 Summary: Life was pretty great for Barry Allen, honestly. Team Flash successfully pulled him out of the Speed Force, he still had his job, and all of his friends and family where there to support him. Eddie and Iris were expecting their first child, and even with everything that happened between Caitlin and Julian, the team worked as well as ever together. Barry didn't want to tell them that he was still slipping backward and forward in time, or that every night the Speed Force made him witness the death of Leonard Snart. Rescuing Leonard was easy. Falling in love with him? not really part of the plan. With Captain Cold back in Central City, it was hard to remember that there were other people out there who wanted to do more than flirt and steal pretty jewelry. It was just a matter of time until they made their move. This story takes place mostly in Central City, with a detour into the Speed Force. There isn't really anything to warn for, I think. There's an explicit consensual sex scene near the end of the story, and canon typical violence and injury. There's some mention of minor medical procedures. There's technically some torture, but that happens off screen and Barry is in the speed force of the entirety of it, so there's no graphic detail.
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19 Title: your continental divides Word Count: 9k Genre: Hurt/Comfort Fandom/Universe: DCU. not set in a specific universe, borrows from several continuities. Characters/Pairings: Dick Grayson centric, Batfam and company, Gen Warnings: non-con Rating: PG-13 Summary: After Catalina Flores, Dick is dealing the way Bruce taught him: push it down and carry on. It's not working out very well, and people are starting to catch on. The story is set mostly in Gotham, and guests a few characters besides the batfam (mostly Wally and Roy). It's essentially just an exercise in letting Dick be comforted by the people who love him. This focuses on dealing with the sexual assault from Nightwing #93. The assault is not graphically depicted but is referenced and discussed, in addition to self-destructive behaviors and a variety of coping mechanisms.
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20 Title: Broken Wings and Notched Arrows. Word Count: Around 6-6.5k total. 4,280 written Genre: Action, Romance, Drama. Fandom/Universe: Young Justice, Batman. Characters/Pairings: Will Harper (Roy Harper's clone)/ Jason Todd Warnings: Temporary Character death, mild language, mild violence, small age gape, Rating: NC-17 Summary: The only thing Will Harper wanted to be doing that fine winter morning was to play dress up with his beautiful daughter Lian. What he got however was a surprise visit from the legendary Bruce "Batman" Wayne. And if that wasn't a big enough shock being hired by said legend was icing on the cake. So now instead of spending Christmas with Lian Will is kind of, maybe being held against his will on Infinity Island. Bright side he did find Jason Todd like he was hired to. This story takes place in multiple locations. The main set is in the Caribbeans, mostly Infinity Island and the League of Assassins HQ. It also show cases Will's home in Star City and a major fight screen in Gotham. There is no major warnings. Temporary Character death as Jason Todd doesn't stay dead for long. Some violence but nothing more then a few short details of fight scenes. No gore just a little blood.
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21 Title: Masks Word Count: 7,783 Genre: Action/Adventure and Romance Fandom/Universe: Batman Comics, post-Infinite Crisis Characters/Pairings: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth Warnings: Incest, canon typical violence, explicit sex Rating: NC-17 Summary: Continuation of pre-new 52 canon. Jason's back in Gotham. All he wants to do is figure out how he can successfully help fix his city, without falling foul of the rest of the Bats and the GCPD again. He's even hung up his red hood in an attempt to stay under the radar. When he discovers that Alfred is in danger from the gang he's investigating, he infiltrates a costume ball at Wayne Manor in disguise as a supervillain. He ends up flirting with Dick to stop him interfering with the rescue plan. Dick doesn't realise who he is and flirts back until they end up making out furiously in a closet. Afterwards neither of them can get the encounter out of their heads, and they start to get to know each other again. Featuring conversations with Alfred, Dick attending a party in a Superman costume, Jason spray painting his red hood grey, everyone rescuing each other and lots and lots of pining. Warning for pseudo-incest between the adopted brothers, Dick and Jason when they reach adulthood.
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22 Title: Sleeping Beauty Syndrome Word Count: 9k written. Genre: Romance, Angst, Fairytale Rewrite Fandom/Universe: Nightwing, Red Hood and the Outlaws Characters/Pairings: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Warnings: Horror, gore Rating: PG-13 Summary: Dick Grayson and Jason Todd have been living the perfect life. Happily married for more than five years with two perfect sons, they have everything they could possibly need. Unfortunately, good things don't last forever. Struck by a spell during a mission, Jason's mind has been scattered, putting him into a deep sleep and the only way to wake him up is for Dick to put his pieces back together. The task won't be as easy because each part of Jason has been hidden within a fairy tale, a world tempting Dick to make one wrong move and doom his husband and himself forever. The story will take place over multiple locations, including rewrites of fairy tales like Snow White, Alice in Wonderland, Little Red Riding Hood, The Princess and the Pauper, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty.
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23 Title: we just now got the feeling that we're meeting (for the first time) Word Count: Around 36K (34K written) Genre: Drama, Romance, Fluff, Angst Fandom/Universe: Superman and Batman, DCEU canon/movie canon Characters/Pairings: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne; Lex Luthor, Diana Prince, Barry Allen, Arthur Curry, Victor Stone Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Rating: Teen Summary: While fighting Lex Luthor for his latest weapon, a time weapon, Bruce Wayne gets hit and sent back twenty years into the past. Meeting Clark Kent on some snowy mountain side in Alaska was not exactly what Bruce thought would happen, but heâs here now and thereâs nothing for him to do except wait for his team to pull him back to the future. Unfortunately, he doesnât quite know when that will be, so sticking with Clark is his best option. Of course, it would be much easier if Bruce wasnât already pining for Clark in the future. How long until Bruce is pulled back into the future, and will he be able to stop himself from falling in love with Clark Kent in the past and potentially creating a time paradox? This story is set in a couple of locations. Most of it is set in the past in Alaska during the beginning of Clarkâs pilgrimage, specifically in the Denali National Park. Other locations include the Wayne-Turned-League Manor, Bruceâs Lake-House in Gotham city, and the lake itself! Primarily it involves young versions of Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne, although the very beginning section and at the last few parts of the end is focused on the present/older versions of them. There are no Archive Warnings that apply to this story. It is mainly an excuse to just write cute scenes of Bruce and Clark falling in love in the snow with the added bit of dealing with time travel, with a lot of focus on Bruce Wayne's character! The most rated this story goes is the occasional swear word.
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24 Title: Scarlet Tears Word Count: 12,914 Genre: Action Fandom/Universe: AU Characters/Pairings: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart Warnings: mention mpreg Rating: M+ Summary: Leonard and Mick take a mini vacation from the Legends and head back to Central City. It is there they find out things aren't as them left it. A certain speedster has the attention of Captain Cold when an accident happen will he be able to resist staying away from this particular speedster?
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25 Title: Absent Shadows Word Count: 3487 Genre: Action/Adventure, Hurt/Comfort Fandom/Universe: Justice League Animated/Teen Titans Characters/Pairings: Robstar & Superbat Warnings: None Rating: NC-17 Summary: Starfire canât believe her eyes when Robin sends her his resignation from the team, in fact she doesnât believe it all. As she investigates Robinâs disappearance, she considers his similarities with his father and in the chaos, she meets a fellow traveller to this strange planet she calls home. Whilst they learn about each other, she seeks his experience when falling in love with both Earth and more specifically men from a certain family.
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26 Title: Make an Ass of U and Me Word Count: probably 10k-12k (6k written) Genre: Romance, Comedy Fandom/Universe: DCEU Characters/Pairings: Clark/Bruce, Dick&Bruce Warnings: sort of assumed incest, but no actual incest Rating: Teen Summary: Bruce neglects to tell the newly formed Justice League that he has a son, because he and Dick aren't talking to each other . Until they suddenly are. Unfortunately, he doesn't clarify who exactly Dick is to him, so Clark gets the wrong impression. Or: Five times Clark thought Dick was Bruce's boyfriend, and the one time he found out the truth. Contains lots of unfounded jealousy, misunderstandings, Dick being delightful, and Clark being a mess. Lots of domestic settings, mostly around the lake house and the batcave, with the exception of one battle scene.
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27 Title: Honey Trap Word Count: 7.7k Genre: Porn-with-plot, crime/modern AU Fandom/Universe: DCU (Comics) Characters/Pairings: Slade Wilson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Warnings: Consent issues (consent is there on both sides, but dubious on one side due to situation), manipulation, some BDSM-style kink Rating: NC17 Summary: Slade's used to dealing with informants. Most get caught in the screening process before they ever get a hold of anything useful, but this one, 'Jason Todd,' gets as far as working in the lower ranks of his organization before Billy drops the file on his desk. Another attempt at an undercover CI from Detective Grayson, this time just some random arrested civilian, instead of a fellow officer. Billy would prefer that he throw him out now, but Todd's not bad looking, and Slade likes the idea of ruining this plant just like he ruined the last one. Modern AU, no-capes. Aside from sex scenes, one character is primarily in part/all of a suit throughout scenes. As Slade is aware from the start that Jason's a plant, the sex has some consent issues. Jason is doing it partly to ingratiate himself, and Slade absolutely manipulates him into it. However, Jason enjoys/consents to everything that happens, it's only the situation that's sketchy.
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28 Title: Don't Let Your Yearnings Get Ahead of Your Earnings Word Count: 7.2k Genre: Western, technically Romance Fandom/Universe: DCU (Comics) Characters/Pairings: Slade Wilson/Jason Todd Warnings: Some non-consensual touching, non-sexual Rating: PG-13 Summary: Slade Wilson is a bounty hunter, one of the best in the business. The contracts that specify 'alive and unharmed' are rarer, but usually worth the extra bonus that comes with. This one is definitely not. Jason Todd was supposed to be just another young outlaw with more balls than brains, not a slippery sharpshooter who Slade would have to chase halfway to the next town. And just to add to everything, he still has to get the damned boy all the way back. That's going to be fun. Western AU with bounty-hunter Slade and an outlaw-ish Jason. Most of the story is traveling, but there will be an inside-mansion scene near the end with Roman Sionis. No real warnings for this. There's some brief non-consensual touching of intimate bits, but it's entirely non-sexual.
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29 Title: [insert song lyric here] Word Count: 8084 Genre: It's a slowburn at its core, with action and drama mixed in Fandom/Universe: DCAU's Justice League/Unlimited Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Wally West, Shayera Hol, J'onn J'onzz, John Stewart, Diana, Clark Kent Warnings: human trafficking, threat of dub/non-con, language, sexual themes Rating: R Summary: Ever since their run in with the Justice Lords, Flash and Batman reached a new stage in their teammates-but-not-quite-friendship. The only problem is Flash is the only one who seems to think that, so he decides to see how far he can push at Batman's annoyance level before the Bat snaps at him. Unfortunately for Flash, their job keeps getting in the way, including but not limited to stumbling upon a human trafficking ring and a worldwide invasion. When the dust settles, Flash finds himself wanting more from the man under the cowl, and the harder Batman pulls away, the harder Flash is drawn to the man and his elusiveness. The Fastest Man Alive needs to rely on his patience if he wants to get anywhere in his quest. This story takes place throughout the entirety of DCAU's Justice League as well as the first two seasons of Justice League Unlimited, with the main locations being the Watchtower and Wayne Manor. The human trafficking and threat of dub/non-con are contained to two scenes in which a main character falls into trouble, but nothing too graphic occurs. Still, the subject matter isn't everyone's cup of tea. The R rating is just to be extra safe.
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30 Title: Anachronistic Crises Crossover Word Count: 8k Genre: Gen, Crossover, Fluff Fandom/Universe: Red Robin, Batman- All Media Types, DC Comics Characters/Pairings: Jason Todd (Post Crisis),Tim Drake, Jason "Jay" Todd (Pre-Crisis)/Rena(Pre- crisis), Jason "Jay" Todd (Pre-Crisis), Rena(Pre- crisis) Warnings: Period Typical homophobia, possible inclusions of bad mental health care later Rating: T (just to be safe) Summary: Coming off of the Search for Ray Palmer, Jason Todd reconciled with his family. Just in time for Batman's apparent death. After an international adventure that led them to finding the batman, said batman in his Hyper-Adapter crazed state seemingly vaporized them with Omega Energy. Jason and Tim wake up to find themselves stranded in Gotham, New Jersey where its somehow the April of 1986. Tim takes the lead and stalks a young person also named Jason Todd- who is very unlike the one he knows. The Alfred Pennyworth with him seems similar enough though. In there efforts to observe this world's Bat-family Tim ends up having to go to high school again- where the shear amount of brightly colored clothes that are either skin tight or falling off makes him want to claw his eyes out. Jason is comparatively having a much better time as a librarian in the Gotham Public Library to fund their tiny studio apartment with money that doesn't look fake for the time period.Â
Night work continues as well, with Red Hood and the vigilante named by the media as "Shrike". Their quick and calculated moves on the Gotham drug trade lead them to colliding first with this world's Robin. Jason alone is confronted by the Batman, and nearly has a panic attack though Tim will never be privy to that information.Â
Gotham is a not as insane back drop of retro-not-so-chic. Jason enjoys the small pleasures of being legally alive and having a job. Tim doesn't cope well without all his compact gadgetry and hates school- but likes the closeted lesbian couple he meets. A budding bat-detective trying to figure out who these new and weird people are, and who these new sci-fi like vigilantes are. Will the people back home in Tim and Jason's Gotham ever succeed in getting them home?
The entire fic takes place in either version of Gotham, with the exception of the Watchtower being there for like 5 minutes. Post-Crisis Gotham features locations like Oracle's clock-tower Jason is wearing his Under the Red Hood costume, Tim cosplays as knock off Midnighter (red robin), Bruce has blue accents and trunks, and Robin-Jay makes Jason re-live cold nights in hot-pants and pixie boots.
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31 Title: Batsons Be Crazy Word Count: 11,169 words Genre: Fluff With Plot Fandom/Universe: Batfam + Shazam basically DCU leaning towards the comics Characters/Pairings: Damian Wayne/Billy Batson Warnings: None Apply Rating: Teen Summary: The story takes place over a year, a year of Billy and Damian teaming up, falling in love, and meeting family. Damian has never liked anyone before, while Billy sees the best in everyone and will fall in love at the drop of a hat. Their romance isn't a crazy one, it's one built off of trust, comfort, and most importantly, a love of animals. Their romance brings them to many places, including Canada, Dick Grayson's apartment, and the dinner table in the manor. No warning apply except maybe underage because Damian is 17 when he begins to peruse Billy as a romantic interest, but doesn't start seeing him until he's 18.
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32 Title: The Past Still Ties You Down Word Count: 7k Genre: Angst, Romance Fandom/Universe: The Flash (TV) Characters/Pairings: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart Warnings: implied/referenced violence and abuse, alcohol abuse Rating: NC-17 Summary: On another earth, Barry falls in love with the most hated man in Central City - mob boss Leonard Snart. Only, Central doesnât know Len like he does. They didnât grow up with him like Barry did, sleeping in the bed above him, patching up his wounds and crawling under the covers with him when his bullies had been especially cruel. Even as the years go by - where Len is no longer a teenage boy forced into a life he didn't choose and Barry is no longer the child still grieving his mother while hating the father who killed her - they can't seem to let go of each other. Set in multiple locations in Central City, including a foster home, hospital, and the West house. The violence and abuse are not actually shown, but the aftermath is (ie. patching up wounds, some blood, some discussion of specific actions after the fact).
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33 Title: Unfortunate Souls Word Count: around 8-9k total, 4958 written Genre: Dark Fairy Tale Fandom/Universe: Batman, Batfamily Characters/Pairings: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson Warnings: dub con (may have a bad ending that pushes it into non con) Rating: Explicit, NC-17 Summary: Based off of The Little Mermaid (Disney film mixed with aspects of the original fairy tale) as well as fandom-type Mer AUâs. With red-headed Jason taking the part of Ariel, Dick as Prince Eric, and Slade as Ursula. Jason, adopted prince of King Bruceâs underwater kingdom, is fascinated by all things human. One night, while stargazing on the surface, he decides to follow a ship out of curiosity. On the ship is a handsome human prince who steals his heart. After an accident, Jason risks his life to save the human, which puts him at odds with Bruce. After inadvertently challenging Bruce during an argument about his âhobbyâ, Jason flees the realm and accepts the offer of octo-mer Deathstroke, a one-time rival of Bruceâs, to turn him human. But Sladeâs intentions are murky and hidden. He wants Bruceâs throne, his son, and if he gets a human pet out of the deal, thatâs just one more trophy to show that he is the stronger Mer. The story is set in the underwater mer kingdom ruled by Bruce; Sladeâs underwater lair; and the idyllic land kingdom of Bludhaven, ruled by Price Richard. I havenât decided whether I want a happy ending, like the film, where Jason and Dick ride off into the sunset or a bad ending where Slade gets everything he wants. If happy, there will be some dub con between Jason and Slade when they make the agreement and later when Slade is using magic to enthrall Dick. If I go with the bad ending, there will likely be some non con.
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34 Title: You Will See Me Word Count: 6,146 Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Character Analysis, Canon-divergent Fandom/Universe: Young Justice Characters/Pairings: Arsenal (Roy Harper), Artemis Crock, Roy Harper (Will Harper), Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, Lian Harper || Oliver/Dinah, Arsenal & Artemis Warnings: Trauma, PTSD, Realistic depictions of injury, Physical Disability, Recovery Rating: PG-13 Note: Arsenal, and thus Roy, are trans men in this fic. Summary: After being rescued from the clutches of Lexcorp, a cryochamber, and no future, Arsenal struggles to find his grip on life. Between the vast amounts of anger, fear, and loss, he fights to cling to autonomy. A mentor he feels betrayed him, a clone he isn't sure how to relate to, and a couple of badass women who may not have known him, but are here for him, Arsenal is just learning to live again. A heavy introspection fic on the nature of the trauma Arsenal has been through, and his road to healing. Exploring the relationships he has with Oliver, Dinah, Roy, and Artemis especially, but others as well. The two weeks between his rescue, and his first mission with the team are rife with trouble and struggle, but he has a fire and a determination in him that will get him through. The hell of the War World and the true recovery afterwards. Learning to forgive Oliver, learning to accept Roy for himself, a separate entity than himself, getting to know Artemis and the real and true bond they form. Forgiveness, healing, and his fair share of slips and bumps, Arsenal finds closure, acceptance, and comfort in his life.
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35 Title: Build Me A Place (we'll call it home) Word Count: 6,800 story (+outline of ending) Genre: Fluff, Minor Angst Fandom/Universe: Batman, Superman, Justice League Characters/Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Louis Lane, Kara Danvers Warnings: None Rating: PG-13 Summary: Kryptonians are not human. Itâs easy to forget, even for Clark. That being an alien means more than his powers. There are traits rooted into the DNA, coming out in the subconscious, until not even Clark notices. Kryptonians, among other things, build Bowers for their mates, beautiful homes to settle into. Itâs more than a tradition, itâs a way of life. When Clark begins to redecorate, he doesn't know why it matters so much to him. And why it hurts so badly when Bruce doesnât even care.
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36 Title: Little Scab Word Count: 6,246 words Genre: gen, family, found family, community Fandom/Universe: DCU, Batfam, Red Hood Characters/Pairings: Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, OFC, Bruce Wayne, Batfam Warnings: violence, descriptions of abuse, non-graphic allusions to sex acts Rating: M for violence, adult themes Summary: Red Hood is not a hero to most. Outlaw, yes. Killer... yes. He and his estranged family all serve some role as self-described protectors, but only Jason Todd delivers his justice in blood. However, following one good deed and the start of a fledgling friendship, Jason finds the Red Hood tasked with leading a self defense class for some of Gotham's most vulnerableâhomeless, prostitutes, and runaways. When the Batfamily members start catching on, will they approve? First appears Robin. Then Black Bat. Who next? What will Batman ultimately do about his wayward ward stirring up Crime Alley? Can Jason be trusted to keep Gotham safe? The story is set in Gotham, featuring set pieces like Crime Alley, warehouses, tall buildings, the Bat cave, and more. It features many Batfam characters as well as several OCs all taking part in self defense instruction, with a few action scenes thrown in. The story does contain graphic violence, including allusions to or descriptions of past physical, sexual, and/or psychological abuse. It deals with mature themes but is ultimately about forging friendships, building community, and becoming better stewards of Gotham.
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The royal palace in Xingâs capital city was nothing like Riza had ever seen. It was massive - at least the size of a city block, she thought upon first seeing it, but after walking the perimeter one humid afternoon she figured it would be big enough for the entirety of the small eastern town she grew up in to fit comfortably within its walls. Sections of the palace were clearly older, and at least one wing was walled off altogether, in need of repairs. When sheâd asked their guide one day he told her that the palace had stood for at least a thousand years, although maybe not in its current form.
It didnât escape her notice that she and General Mustang were given rooms several floors higher than the bulk of the Amestrian party; one floor higher even than Major General Kent, who was the other officer overseeing the diplomatic treatises and trade agreements theyâd come here to discuss. Ling never came out and said as much, but she was certain that their rooms were some of the nicer ones in the gigantic palace: her room boasted a bed that could have fit three of her, a huge claw-footed tub, and a floor-to-ceiling window that gave her an impressive view of the city. Sheâd made a point, several times, to get up early and watch the sun rise over the sloping buildings so different from those at home. Â
To her immense surprise the official business had been wrapped up around four days into the weeklong trip, at which point General Kent and his men promptly packed up and took the next train out.
âI suppose weâll be leaving tomorrow as well?â Riza asked General Mustang as they stood on one of the massive balconies that overlooked the city. Nights brought some relief from the wet heat of the day; a gentle breeze blew over the wide river and across the city, making the heavy woolen uniform seem less oppressive.
âOf course not, Captain,â he said mildly. âOur train doesnât leave for days; itâs far too late to change it now. You might actually have to take some time for yourself and relax a little. I hope that wonât prove too much of an inconvenience.â
Riza didnât think sheâd had a moment to herself to sit and read a book for close to a year and a half now what with the business with the Homunculi, Ishval, and now the Xing excursion.
âNot at all, Sir,â she said crisply, but she was smiling as she met his gaze.
The next few days they drifted around as civilians, generally together as holiday or not she was still his bodyguard, but the amount of Xingese bodyguards lent to them by the Emperor meant that Riza felt comfortable occasionally acting as ships in the night. After all, the museum of alkahestry didnât particularly appeal to her and the General was none too interested in seeing the wing devoted to the development of gunpowder. At one point Riza looked up from her book across the  sunroom - a space with a glass roof to let light in, and a large fountain bubbling away in the middle that had quickly become one of her favorite haunts - to see Mustang in his shirtsleeves, heavily engrossed in something heâd borrowed from the Imperial library, a cup of tea in his hand. Occupying the same space as him and seeing him rested, at ease, living again was a gift she didnât deserve but would value anyway. As though he felt her staring heâd looked up and offered a small smile. She blushed and ducked her head to go back to reading her book.
It was the morning of their last full day in the country: tomorrow they would be on the noon train heading back to Amestris. They were originally scheduled to go back yesterday- in fact the bulk of their accompanying military personnel had left - but she and the General, with a handful of soldiers, had stayed. She was standing straight-backed at Mustangâs right shoulder, thinking that if sheâd been any worse a soldier she would have snuck a peek at her pocket watch already, when the reason for their delay finally entered the imperial throne room.
It was still strange seeing Alphonse Elric as a human and not as a suit of armor, but it was refreshing to see him looking robust and healthy, not like the frail wisp of a thing heâd been when they put him on the train, barely strong enough to walk on his own after The Promised Day. He and May Chang, now a young woman, made their way up the long carpeted entryway and bowed to the young emperor. Ling rose from his seat, inclined his head, and the ceremony seemed to be over.
âThey certainly like processions,â the General murmured, soft enough that only she would be able to hear, while Ling and May said their informal hellos, which seemed to involve quite a lot of teasing, she noted with a smile. There was going to be a parade in a few hours, ostensibly as a homecoming for May, who had been traveling for the better part of a year, but realistically as an excuse for Ling to throw another lavish feast.
âI donât see the harm,â she whispered back.
âSix feasts since weâve been here, and this is the third parade,â he muttered. âItâs a little much.â
âColonel - Oh sorry, itâs General now right? Brother mentioned in one of his letters,â Al said as he approached, offering a hand shyly but not looking at all upset when the older man pulled him into a hug instead. Not something he would have tried in-uniform but technically they were using vacation days for this last leg of the trip. With the exception of the parade later on they were dressing and acting like civilians.
âHi Captain Hawkeye,â May said a little shyly, and Riza turned to smile at the younger woman.
âHello May. Youâve gotten so tall,â she said. It was true; though still on the shorter side, May had grown half a foot since Riza had seen her last.
âAnd pretty,â Mustang added, ever the charmer. Al came over to wrap Riza in a hug and she was struck again by how much things had changed. He was taller than her, broad-shouldered and with a striking similarity to his brother, although even nearing twenty Alphonseâs face remained cherubic. Sheâd changed too, of course: there were lines by her eyes that hadnât been there five years ago, and sheâd cut her hair off and grown it out again, so that it now sat a little below her shoulders. Recently the heat had her thinking about cutting it as short as sheâd had it when they first moved to East City all those years ago. The General was pulling something out of his pocket; a book wrapped in ribbon, and handing it to May. âI brought you something,â he said.
âOh that wasnât necessar- OH, General Mustang! Where did you get this?â
âYou can call me Roy, and thereâs certainly more where that came from, my connection is very reliable.â
âHeâs talking like he got that book off the black market,â Riza said to Al, who just grinned.
âHe might have; it was banned thirty years ago for the authorâs, ah, unconventional ideas.â He wilted immediately under the look she gave him and put his hands up. âNothing all that bad, promise, he was just before his time where some aspects of medical alchemy were concerned. His ideas are really interesting, if you-â Riza held a hand up.
âIâm afraid anything else is going to go over my head,â she admitted, still eyeing the book. The cover was roughened leather that still bore traces of gold leaf, and everything about this, from Mayâs reaction to Alâs explanation spoke to the book being very hard to get ahold of and also very expensive.
âHow did you know?â May was squealing, arms clamped tightly around the Generalâs waist, her precious new book in her hands. Alphone grinned broadly as he pried her off of Mustang, standing with an arm casually slung over her shoulders as she turned the book over in her hands.
âI have my sources,â the alchemist revealed, with a wink at Al. âI do try to stay in touch, even though your brother and I have this game where he hangs up on me the first time and I have to wait for Winry to answer the phone and make him take the call.â
âBut this must have been so⌠I mean, thank you very much,â May said. Riza knew enough about nonverbal communication to know that something in the look Al gave her told her to drop the subject. Her own sharp look at the General was met with careful avoidance. There was of course nothing wrong with bringing a gift to an eager young scholar, she reasoned, and let the matter go.
-x-
This was the third parade, but Riza was no less unsettled than sheâd been at the first. Parades were liabilities, plain and simple; you might as well paint a target on the back of every person of interest who set foot within a hundred yards of the garish floats and ostentatious musical pavilions. She would have far preferred being a spectator; they milled around eating thornapples and skewered meats and waving miniature pinwheels. She realized suddenly that she hadnât really been to an event in years that didnât involve her acting as bodyguard. Â
âStop dancing around me, Hawkeye,â the General muttered after the fourth time she switched from his right side to his left.
âWe arenât properly staffed, Sir,â she replied. âI want to be sure Iâm able to spot any possible threats.â He waved a hand dismissively.
âWeâre in the center of a platoon of soldiers.â
âAnd the only ones in Amestrian uniforms in this section of the procession,â she pointed out. âWeâre sitting ducks.â Mustang ignored this, tugging at his collar.
âI wish weâd get a move on, itâs sweltering .â
She had to admit it was; wool uniforms and humid summer air didnât mix particularly well. Theyâd been in Ishval earlier this year overseeing reconstruction plans but it had been spring and they only had to contend with the dry heat that was more typical of the desert. Here there was no escaping the damp summer air. At long last the parade started moving, snaking its way through the city. They would loop around the outskirts of town and then end up back at the palace. The whole thing would last over an hour.
They were situated at the front of the same float theyâd adorned for the previous two parades; a burnished gold monstrosity that Riza supposed was supposed to be a fish. Only this time instead of their military escort they were standing with a handful of Lingâs soldiers, with May seated on an ornately decorated chair reminiscent of a throne that was situated on the dais and Al just below. May had looked slightly uncomfortable at first, but soon adjusted, smiling and waving to the crowd as they trundled along.
With less people there was more surface area and therefore more blinding gold to contend with. Riza resisted the urge to shield her face with her hand as the sun danced across the multifaceted surface. The General looked to be concentrating deeply on something, but as she followed his gaze she didnât see anything amiss.
âCenz for your thoughts, Sir?â she asked and he seemed surprised.
âIâm thinking that the second we get back to the palace Iâm getting a pitcher of iced wine and sitting next to one of those massive indoor fountains,â he said, and flashed her a grin. âYouâre welcome to join me of course.â
She opened her mouth to say that actually they had some reports they could stand to go over and should probably pack as well when there was a sudden flash of movement overhead, and something hot and bright burst inside their float. Instinctively Riza flung her body sideways, into the General, forcing him to the floor and shielding his body with her own. For a few harsh moments she was far away, both in time and place, in a different desert, with a different threat, following the same man. Her breath caught in her throat as she willed herself back to the present, to Xing and the Parade. A few moments of relative silence passed, and she hesitantly looked up to see Alphonse and May also climbing to their feet, Mayâs ornate chair merrily burning under the ruins of a massive Xingese firework. There was a snort beneath her and she looked down to find that she was nose to nose with Mustang.
âA rogue firework,â he said, regarding the object. She couldnât tell what exactly he did but a second later the flame was snuffed out, starved of oxygen.
She got to a sitting position, looking around at the crowd, but everyone seemed to be carrying on as usual, the spectacle over. With the sheer amount of explosives Xing boasted this canât have been the first untimely detonation theyâd ever seen. May was standing at the front of the float waving as though nothing had happened, Al at her side.
âYou can probably let me up now,â he remarked dryly and Riza looked down to find she was still straddling his midsection. She got to her feet and offered a hand to help him up and he smoothed his uniform down. Was it the heat of the uniforms, or were his cheeks tinged pink? Hers felt hot too and she looked away towards the crowd. How many times had she pushed him aside, or covered his body with her own in times of danger, and yet she had never been as thrown off-kilter by the feeling of their bodies pressed against each other. Even through two sets of uniforms it was a sensation that made her breath catch somewhere behind her sternum.
Stoically she moved a half-step behind him, and the parade went on. Â
-x-
After a very long and very convoluted feast, they walked back to their rooms in a comfortable silence.
âYou know Captain, Iâve got a bottle of nice Xingese wine and a balcony, if youâd like to watch the fireworks,â he offered. She considered a moment; as the senior officer, his room was nicer. Hers was next door and had a nice large window, but no balcony to speak of.
âAll right,â she said, surprising him as well as herself. âLet me change out of my uniform and Iâll be right over.â
She stopped in her room long enough to change into a soft knee-length skirt and hesitated before putting on a lightweight sleeveless shirt she would normally only wear to sleep in, because the top of her tattoo could be seen peeking out of the top. Her hair covered it, however, and the night was warm enough that sheâd be glad to wear less fabric. She padded to the connecting door and knocked lightly.
Heâd also changed, into a button down and slacks, and handed her a glass of deep purple-red wine as she walked in, which she sniffed at before sipping; they were fond of fortified wine here and so the vintage was peppery with a hint of berries and nutmeg that burned pleasantly on the way down.
âI think theyâre about to start-â Mustang was saying, but was interrupted by a loud pop , and a bright display of color and crackling out over the city. Mesmerized, Riza drifted through the room and out the open glass doors to what was admittedly a very nice patio. It was large, with a iron-wrought table and chairs near the doors, a few potted plants, and an actual sofa towards the other end. Bypassing the furniture entirely, she walked to the rail and settled her elbows on it to wait for the next eruption.
âIâve never seen anything like this,â she breathed, as Roy came to stand next to her, elbow barely brushing hers.
âI have,â he replied. âNot for years - they used to set off fireworks in Central every year on New Yearâs Eve. But they stopped around the time I went to learn under your father.â
âNo wonder you werenât impressed by the sparklers we got from the village,â she mused, lips quirking upward in a smile. He had the grace to look embarrassed.
âI really was quite the insufferable city boy, huh?â
Two more glasses of the heady Xingese wine and they sat on the couch, her leaning up against the pillows with her legs bent over his lap, him sitting upright, absently tracing a finger around the bruising on her knee that had appeared after the scuffle at the parade.
âThat was close, earlier,â he said finally, and she looked up.
âI donât think Iâve ever been attacked by a firework before,â she said dryly. âTheyâre very loud up close.â A warm feeling had settled somewhere in her stomach, courtesy of the wine, the fireworks, and the Generalâs proximity. The Generalâs proximity which was⌠entirely too near, now she stopped to think about it. She made to swing her legs off the couch so they wouldnât be so entwined, but the weight of his arm across the bend in her legs stopped her.
âDonât, please. Just⌠donât. Letâs enjoy this.â
Normally she would protest out of some sense of country and duty but the wine and the warm summer air had affected her in equal measure, so she sat back against the pillows without another word. His hand that was tracing her bruises drifted up her thighs to trace the end of her skirt, however, and she cleared her throat.
âThat was nice of you, to get that book for May. What made you think of it?â she asked, believing that to be an innocent, diffusing question. Diffusing of what, she didnât quite know, she just had a vague sense of something needing to be doused. He chuckled, and the warm burning in her belly intensified. Â
âYouâll think Iâm being sentimental but I kind of feel like I owe her one.â At her puzzled look he shrugged. âOn The Promised Day, if she hadnât jumped in to heal you when she did⌠she saved your life.â
âSo shouldnât I be the one giving her presents?â Riza asked, amused. His eyes were oddly intense, and her smile quickly vanished.
âI almost lost you,â he said seriously, and he reached out, seemingly without meaning to, and caught a strand of her hair between his fingers, and it occurred to her how close they were sitting. âSo no, itâs me who owes May Chang a debt I can never really repay.â a firework went up, and popped into the inky black night, illuminating them and for a moment time stood still.
âIâve always been ready to die in pursuit of our goals,â she breathed, not knowing what else to say, unable to tear her eyes away from his.
âAnd if thatâs what it takes to reach the top, I donât want it,â he told her firmly. His hand was now resting gently on her chin, and she was surprised to find her own fingering his collar. She wasnât sure if he was leaning in or if she was, but their noses lightly bumped together and he froze. âTell me not to,â he said softly, like a prayer.
This was an order she couldnât obey. She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his, just as another firework crackled overhead. Â This was dangerous, she thought as she slid down on the cushion, using her hands on his collar to pull him down with her, something he was all too eager to comply with, sliding a hand behind her knee to hitch it over his hip. His body was a comforting weight on hers, and made this moment seem weighty and real, a culmination of what she had come to accept as pointless longing for something that needed to remain forever out of reach.
She ran her hand up through the back of his hair, tugging lightly as she kissed him hungrily. He ground his hips against hers and she gasped at the contact, hand resting lightly on the side of his face as he pulled gently away. For a moment they just looked at each other, and she found she was able to read the question in his eyes as easily as ever. Her lip quirked and at her silent response, he bent to trail kisses down her throat. Â
She wasnât sure how theyâd managed to make their way back into the room, stumbling into door frames, shucking off clothes as they went. How strange that sheâd known him for so many years, through so many triumphs and failures, but yet there was apparently still so much to learn. There was a particular sound he made when she grazed his neck with her teeth that was new, and so enticing she half-laughed as she brought her lips once more to his. Her naked back hit the cool silk of the sheets on his bed and she sighed as he kissed his way down her body.
The light from the fireworks lit the room through the open patio doors, but they hardly noticed, engrossed in each other with the heady desperation of people who were seizing an opportunity that may never come again.
-x-
Rizaâs first thought upon waking was that sheâd had too many glasses of strong Xingese wine. Her second was that there was an arm securely wrapped around her waist. Her third was that she was completely naked. She made to sit upright but the arm was utterly unyielding, so she settled for covering her face with her hands.
âOh no,â she said out loud, and the body behind her snorted slightly, shifting under the thin topsheet that covered them.
âWh- Hawkeye?â for there could be no mistaking her for anyone else he might have taken to his bed; he was face to face with her scarred back. She winced, thinking about the rude awakening that must be.
âGood morning, Sir,â she said tightly. The most embarrassing thing was that they hadnât had all that much wine. Yes theyâd been tipsy and she now felt like she needed to drink a whole pitcher of water, but she remembered everything. Oh how she remembered. She felt heat rush to her face as she rolled over, his arm still around her waist, to look at him.
âGood morning,â he said, eyes meeting hers and then drifting lower. She cleared her throat, studiously avoiding looking anywhere but his face.
âSo this was a colossal fuck-up,â she said. âSir.â He sat up on one elbow, leaning over her as he swept her bangs out of her eyes and leaned in to brush his lips to her neck.
âMmph,â he said, and she took that as assent. The arm that had been situated across her hips withdrew, and his fingers ghosted over her hips, around to her stomach, and dipped lower, brushing between her thighs. She caught his wrist delicately and pulled his hand upward.
âWe canât,â
âWe most certainly can,â he told her, kissing her hotly below her ear, âand have.â She sighed. Well the damage was done, it seemed early enough, and the way he was nibbling her earlobe was causing a familiar warmth to pool behind her navel. Using her legs and the element of surprise she rolled him over onto his back. He ran his hands up her thighs to her hips, grinning up at her wolfishly.
âOnce more couldnât hurt, I suppose,â she acquiesced, and bent to hiss him.
After, as she lay in his arms, both of them covered in a fine sheen of sweat, the panic really began to set in. He cleared his throat, apparently, and as usual, thinking along the same lines she was.
âWhat now?â he asked, seeming to echo her thoughts. âDo - should we figure out how to continue this when weâre back in Central?â She sat up on one elbow and regarded him seriously, tucking her hair behind her ear.
âDo you want to?â she asked. He turned pink and avoided her eyes.
âMore than anything in the world, but -â
âNot more than anything,â she finished for him. âIâm glad we agree. Weâve come too far; weâve lived through too much to risk it.â
âRiza,â he said, and her name on his lips was both foreign and so familiar it made her chest ache and for a moment she couldnât meet his eyes. âYou have to know that I-â Â she leaned down and kissed him soundly, her hair falling in a curtain as though to hide this brief moment of weakness on both of their parts from the world.
âPlease donât say it,â she said softly. âItâs going to make it so much harder to forget this.â
âBut you know,â he breathed, and she nodded, blinking hard.
âI do. And⌠me too.â
-x-
Six weeks later Riza stood up from the bathroom floor, wiping her mouth, feeling as though a cold bucket of water had been upended onto her as she thought hard, counting weeks and sinking further and further into a certainty tinged with wild panic. This wasnât the first time sheâd been sick lately, and she had a suspicion it wouldnât be the last.
She washed her hands robotically, thinking hard.
They had been so concerned with bureaucracy following their⌠indiscretion, that she hadnât even stopped to consider biology. That there could be ramifications beyond losing their jobs. Since returning to Amestris theyâd been particularly careful not to spend time alone, and a touch formal, and sometimes he looked at her in a way that made her face heat up, but everything had gone back to more-or-less normal. She had thought - they had both thought - that theyâd gotten away with it, and they could put it behind them with nothing but a pleasant memory to remember it by.
She pressed a hand to her still-flat lower stomach. What would people say?
Well of course theyâd say the obvious. She hadnât caught wind of rumors regarding her and her commanding officer in years, but that didnât mean that they werenât there, simmering gently despite no evidence. They had been very careful never to act improperly towards each other. She would have to come up with a plausible story, and furthermore she would need to make sure that the General reacted in a way that spoke of his innocence in the matter.
Riza eyed herself in the mirror; a hard-eyed soldier stared back at her. As much as it made her feel like a hand was clenching around her heart, this child wouldnât be able to know its father. Riza would do this alone because she had no other choice. She needed to protect him. She needed to protect them both.
-x-
âHawkeye you have to talk to me.â
It was four days after her in-office revelation, something she had done specifically not to arouse any suspicion, and yet here he was, on her doorstep in the middle of the night, and she had a strong hunch that heâd been at his auntâs newly reestablished bar. Riza wasnât sure what she had expected but he hadnât been taking the news well, she could see it in the lines beneath his eyes in the office today, in the flat quality to his voice when he spoke to her. She opened the door further and waved him inside to avoid making a scene where people might see.
âYouâve been avoiding being alone with me for days, please,â he said, standing in the middle of her living room and looking utterly lost, dark eyes wide and hair mussed.
âI havenâtâŚâ she trailed off - denial was no good, not with him. âI havenât known what to say to you. Itâs a setback, to be certain.â
âA setback , try a disaster! I canât BELIEVE we didnât- That I didnât - â
âThereâs no use blaming yourself. We canât exactly take it back nowâ she said quietly, and brushed past him to put the kettle on. When she turned back around heâd sunk down onto her couch and was running a hand through his hair.
âWhat do we do now? Do we run away to Xing? We could, you know,â he said, looking up but not at anything in particular. âLing would find a place for us, you could be his bodyguard and I could be Royal Alchemist or Official Firework-Starter, or-â
âDonât be ridiculous. We stay, and we work, and I⌠Iâm going to raise the child of a random Xingese courtier who shall remain nameless.â A knot had settled somewhere deep in her chest and she doubted it would come undone anytime soon. âAnd if the rumors get to be too much and they threaten your career, Iâll disappear.â
âWith my child? Like hell you will,â he said, voice rough. This gave her pause. The clock on her mantle had never sounded so impossibly loud in the stillness of her apartment Slowly, she walked to the couch and reached out, not quite touching, fingertips grazing the fabric at his shoulder.
âYou realize it can never be your child,â she told him softly. He put his head in his hands.
âIâm aware.â
She sat next to him and hesitated, before wrapping her arms firmly around his shoulders. He leaned into her, and she let her head fall to gently rest against his. For a while all they did was breathe together, in and out, soothing each other by sheer virtue of being present. A heaviness settled over them and Riza doubted they would have another moment together like this again. She turned her face into his shoulder; she would not cry, not now, not in front of him. There would be time for that weakness later. Â
âThis is going to be a nightmare,â he said after a moment.
âWe can make the most of it.â
âCan I just ask you for one thing?â he looked up at her. âIt might be a bad idea under the circumstances but the baby⌠if itâs a boy, can we name him after Hughes?â This was a bad idea, she thought. It would be the obvious choice for a child of Royâs. But she had known and loved the man as well, and it couldnât be seen as that unusual that she would choose to honor a fallen comrade when naming her firstborn. She nodded, running a hand down his arm and lacing her fingers through his. Â
âI think we can do that.â
It was a girl, but they named her after Maes anyway. Â
#royai#michelle writes#fmab#roy mustang#riza hawkeye#fluff#and angst#flangst#my favorite flavor of angst
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I remember a while ago you wrote something on the possibility of Rinoa not being a sorceress anymore after Time Compression, and I thought it was a very neat alternative way of looking at the ending. There've been many fics that explore what Rinoa and Squall's relationship would be like without her being a sorceress through AUs, but the idea of it happening post-canon is very interesting. Would you happen to have any headcanons for that kind of scenario?
For anyone curious, the referenced post is here.Â
So, I am very boring and for the most part, I only have one âheadcanon.â I have a lot of other ideas for how things might change in different ways with different variables adjusted, but theyâre more what Iâd categorize as musings or speculation than anything solid. They pass through my head and are gone, until theyâre brought up again, at which point I have to think about it all over again. I rarely actively remember something I havenât already decided on.
That being said, itâs hard to claim I have any headcanons of Rinoa without her powers post-game, because while the idea is really interesting and I donât see any logical/canon problems with it, itâs not where my own head took the story. Itâs not something Iâve really explored, myself. I can shoot from the hip with it though, if thatâs acceptable, because I do really like that take on it, too.Â
Certain stressors inherent to Rinoa having Hyneâs power would be missing. No one would fear her, or revere her, or hate her, or otherwise be pigeonholing her into a caricatured role, and she wouldnât be threatened by the responsibility or volatility of the powers themselves. So her focus, at least in the short term, would be less about anything to do with sorcery and more justâŚfiguring out how to move on with her life.Â
Rinoa has plenty of things to deal with without having to worry about sorcery. Timber is still occupied by Galbadia, and the friendships she built trying to free it are just as important to her, even with everything else that has happened. But she has other relationships, now, of course with Squall, but also everyone she befriended at Garden. She has some decisions to make, in that regardâŚdoes she stay at Garden, and therefore with Squall, perhaps enroll as a student? Or does she return to the Forest Owls, or at least to her goal of trying to help them?
I think in this situation, her primary internal conflict would probably be be between these two very powerful influences on her life. Rinoa is not, as I see her, a natural student. Sheâs quite smart, well-read, and learns easily enough, but navigating the ins and outs of a campus donât come easily to her, and I think her self-esteem would take a bit of a hit, being one of the oldest people taking classes she was expected to have passed years ago. Even if no one made fun of her (and Iâm sure someone would), I canât imagine that would be easy on her. The allure of returning to a place where sheâd always felt useful and appreciatedânot to mention, to people she knew needed and wanted her helpâwould be very powerful, indeed.Â
But she would not want to leave Squall. She knows what happened to him, nowâhow Ellone vanished on him, how Seifer changed on himâand sheâd be afraid, if she went back, that even if she stayed in contact with him, heâd think sheâd left him, too. She doesnât want to be Yet Another Person whoâs abandoned him.Â
So, her challenge would be how to both find her place in things and stay true to her heart. I canât say I have a concrete direction on this, but I can see a few things happening. Take these as prompts, if you like!Â
- I can see her going back to the Owls and trying to manage a long-distance relationship with a guy who doesnât really enjoy writing letters (I once did start writing a sort of story about this which I ultimately abandoned, where Rinoa was busy with the Owls and Squall was busy with his missions, and all they had was their written correspondenceâŚI nixed it because it ended up just not fitting with how I interpreted canon, but I still like the idea).Â
-I can see her staying and finding an unexpected niche in Garden where she does feel she belongs. I really do think sheâd get into political science and humanities if they were offered to her. Helping the Owls long-distance, instead, would be her challenge then. Plenty of domestic hijinx with Squall to be had in this variation.
-You can throw something unexpected in the mix to force her, Squall and everyone else to adapt. What if Caraway passed away, and Rinoa suddenly inherited his massive estate? So much you could do with that. I could see Quistis being a serious antagonist in a situation like that. Itâd be Idealism Jane vs Judgey McJudgerson in an opinion war over how to manage the resources. Of course, Rinoa would want to put them to work For Great Justice, and Quistis would be twisting her own hair out with anxiety over how doing so could destabilize the entire region and endanger everyone. Rinoa doesnât have to have wings to whip up a hurricane!
So, those are my thoughts in a nutshell, I guess. Hope that answers your question, even if none of these ideas are headcanons, specifically.
#ff8#musing#ff8 world#ff8 fan theory#rinoa heartilly#sorcery#squall leonhart#general caraway#quistis trepe#forest owls#asks#Anonymous
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Squip Squad at hogwarts. Jere is slytherin (ambitious, wants to be more chill ;))) Michael is literally the textbook definition of hufflepuff (loyal to a fault, even when jere is maybe not the most considerate dude) Squip is a slytherin (stereotypical "bad guy is a slytherin" but I like the idea of the squip being an older kid that Jeremy looks up to, and the Squip showing Jeremy some dark magic that maybe He Shouldn't Be Doing. And jere just goes along with it bc "hes so cool, Michael") -đł 1/?
okay. i have,,,, so much to say about this. hereâs everything i have on the Hogwarts!BMC au (and i have,,,, a lot) (all of this @adrienagrestte and i worked on together so also please go check out her fic on ao3 that is solely about a hogwarts au)Â
(iâm a gryffindor lmao and my patronus is a capuchin monkey) (iâm aware what joe tracz has said about everyone being in hufflepuff but LMAO thatâs wrong so hereâs an essay on this au) (i also disagree with u on some of ur house choices, but I HAVE REASONING SO HEAR ME OUT!!!)
FIRST OFF, THEIR HOUSES, separated by house:Â
slytherin:
jeremy.
 this is easy because jeremy values his morals above all else and will do anything to achieve his goals (i.e, taking the squip, hurting his friend, this is clear i dont think anyone will fight me no this)
chloeÂ
this is also easy
jennaÂ
she does what sheâs gotta do. i know you said she has a thirst for knowledge, but i donât think that was her reasoning behind the gossip?? i think she liked having that power over people. i think she enjoyed making people care about her. did you see her down that squip without any questions?? câmon son
gryffindor
michaelÂ
I KNOW, I KNOW, CONTROVERSIAL- BUT THINK ABOUT IT. HE HOLDS HIS FRIENDS IN SUCH HIGH ESTEEM BUT IS NOT AFRAID TO CALL THEM OUT ON THEIR BULLSHIT. and i know you say heâs loyal, but remember, michael was deadass burning the shit jeremy had given him over the years. michael was just as ready to throw in the towel and accept the bitter end. it was mr heere who convinced him to get over himself.
he also saves the day in the end, (not because hufflepuffs canât, but because gyrffindors value courage and bravery. there is nothing more brave than 1) staying true to who you are in the face of adversity (ie, the constant bullying) and 2) going out of your way to save the day even for someone who doesnât necessarily deserve it (ie, jeremy after what he did to michael). so, gryffindor michael. hufflepuff michael is amazing too. but. gryffindor michael.).Â
HOWEVER. i hc that everyone always thinks michael would be a hufflepuff. you know how everyone thinks neville shouldâve been a hufflepuff?? kinda like that. michael isnt a hufflepuff though, just a gryffindor who has discovered pot.Â
alsoâŚ. slytherin/gryffindor best friendship??? sign me tf up
jakeÂ
he does everything all the time. he does his very best to make sure everybody sees him as the golden boy with no problems. (except my son,,,, definitely has his problems)Â
ravenclaw
christine
âjeremyâŚ. having someone make your choices FOR you?? that sounds TERRIBLEâÂ
her reaction to having the squip make her into her dreams is like âwhatâs wrong me now??â which is very rational and in tune with herself. i think christine also adores the idea of POSSIBILITY and LEARNING and exploring all these different paths and thatâs very ravenclaw. curiosity and creativity.Â
hufflepuff
rich
âthe ladies are gonna love the REAL richard goranskiâ just like. câmon. he apologized for hurting jeremy while under the squip.
brooke
âI mean, I was never into him because he was like, super old and kinda mean to women, but I know you liked him, soâÂ
âyouâre so much better off without madeleine, jeremyâÂ
âi like gay people!âÂ
PATRONUSES (patroni?)Â
jeremyâs is a hummingbird. small and beautiful and delicate, but also pretty badass and unique (the only bird to hover?? definitely jeremy. also?? they are so fast. jeremy is so anxious. you know that bird moves as fast as jeremyâs brain works)Â
christine: dolphin
michaelâs patronus is a badger. this further plays into the âeverybody thinks michael is a hufflepuffâ hc. michael thinks itâs fucking hilarious.Â
richâs patronus is a groundhog.Â
jake: koala
brooke: a white rabbitÂ
chloe: a canadian goose. at first, people make fun of her for it, and she just raises and eyebrow and drags a finger down her wand and is like âare you making fun of my goose?â and the person freezes and is like ân-no no.â and she smirks and is like âgood. i wouldnât want to say anything about your non-corporeal mess you call a patronus.â
jenna: seahorse.Â
HOW IT ALL GOES DOWN
michael and christine are both animaguses (animagi??). michaelâs animagus is a big fluffy dog. christineâs is a stoat. this isnât really relevant to the plot lol but i love the idea of them being animagi together.Â
mr heere is a muggle, but he supports jeremy as a wizard the best he can. he just doesnât really understand it. jeremy feels kind of awkward and isolated from his dad bc of it. he lives in the suburbs, so he never really knew anybody magical.
this also plays into jeremyâs insecurity and anxiety. he doesnât feel accepted by either community and struggles really really deeply with it
michael grew up in a city. his mom is super into the magic community, so michael went to a muggle school but had been growing up around magic. his mom and her friends would always teach him tiny spells, so by the time he gets his letter he knows a thing or two about a thing or two.
he and jeremy meet briefly while jeremy is buying school supplies. his dad has no idea whatâs up, so jeremyâs mostly on his own to buy his books and things. michael runs into him on the street while jeremy is looking terrified, and he drags him to his favorite food place and splits a snack with him. michaelâs mom eventually finds them, and after jeremy explains his situation she takes him and his dad and leads them around, helping them figure things out.Â
michaelâs chattering all the way, because heâs really met anyone like jeremy before. âiâve got a lot of muggle friends, you know, and your culture isnât exactly a walk in the park to figure out. i was no better when i first moved to the city. honestly. self-checkouts?? coinstar machines?? those are a whole different kind of magic.âÂ
they meet for real on the train to hogwarts. jeremy is looking lost again, so michael latches onto him bc heâs lonely and he misses his mom and jeremy is Familiar and Nice. jeremy buys candy. michael shows jeremy the bits of magic heâs picked up over the years.Â
michaelâs heard about hogwarts from his mom, from his aunts and uncles and his momâs friends. but jeremyâŚ. whoo boy. jeremy gets off the train and stands slack-jawed. itâs beautiful. itâs magic. his whole body sings, and for the first time he feels like he maybe sort of belongs to something.
michael takes like, twenty minutes to sort. everyone is staring at him. he is fuckin SWEATING. the hat CANNOT decide between hufflepuff or gryffindor. michael spends ten minutes arguing at it for taking so long in his head, so his stubbornness and forced indifference but simultaneous constant questioning is what ultimately lands him in gryffindor.Â
jeremy and michael wear each otherâs clothes all. the. time. theyâre always getting point deductions bc one of them accidentally wears the wrong tie or something. this happens even before they start dating. it actually takes people a little while to figure out theyâve started dating bc they already always look like two fucking messes wearing each others clothes, and they already spend as much time together as possible.Â
michael is one of the first people to stop eating with his house. of course, this is probably a year or two into hogwarts, after heâs better friends with jeremy, but heâs still pretty young. it kinda hits him one day, that jeremyâs the only one he really wants to be eating with. so he takes his plate and walks across the hall and plops himself at the slytherin table.Â
jeremyâs like âwhat are you doing here youâre gonna get in trouble??â michael just takes bite of his sandwich and shrugs and is like âthereâs no rule against eating without your table, jeremy.âÂ
people make fun of him for this move, though. but he doesnât get up. jeremy really really likes the fact that michael chooses to sit with him even though it kinda socially ostracizes him, but heâll never say how much it means to him. he just scoots a little closer, laughs a little louder.Â
michaelâs not really the best wizard school-wise, but he tries really hard. obviously he passes and all, but he doesnât really think heâll ever be great or anything. heâs made his peace with this. jeremy has a similar skill-level, but heâs never really content with it.
because they canât really hang out in each otherâs common rooms, they find other places to chill. curled up in the massive stone windowsills. studying in corners of the library. laying out on the great lawn. empty classrooms. study rooms. the back booths in various places at hogsmeade. itâs actually how they stumble upon the room of requirement.Â
these hidden places sure do come in handy later, when they do start dating (wink wink)Â
as much as i love older student slytherin squip, (because, god. an older, cooler, better student finally noticing jeremy and promising to help him get everything heâs ever wanted? also, a physical form for michael to punch after this is all over? sign me UP).Â
but also, I SEE YOU SQUIP!SLYTHERIN AND RAISE YOU- TOM RIDDLEâS DIARY SQUIP. THINK ABOUT IT: jeremy finds this thing that seems to help him and he accepts it eagerly. (iâm also gonna toss in some elements of the half-blood prince into this lol)Â
jeremy shows it to michael, and heâs super excited. âlook! it talks back!! it has a name, itâs called the squip!â âit can finally teach me how to be a good and cool wizard, michael!âÂ
maybe some smaller part of him whispers... itâll show me how to be someone. someone people care about, instead of split between so many different things.Â
itâs cool at first. but once the whole idea of âWHOA AN INANIMATE OBJECT WITH SENTIENCEâ wears off, michael is unsure. heâs more in tune with how his magic feels when its exposed to different things, and he doesnât like the way the diary feels when he writes in it. something about itâs slick and slimy response feels wrong. he tells jeremy this, but jeremy shrugs him off. âif it was wrong, why would it be at hogwarts?â
except then slowly starts showing him things. asking him to do things that he wouldnât normally do. butâŚ. itâs helped him before. why would it hurt him?? magic canât be evil, right?Â
but jeremy is stubborn, and the diaryâs telling him that michaelâs just jealous. jealous that even though he grew up with magic heâs never been very good at it, school-wise. jealous that jeremyâs finally becoming something more.Â
jeremy listens reluctantly, but it eventually works his way under his skin. and so he stops entertaining what michaelâs saying, starts blowing him off. until theyâre in the dining hall one day.Â
michaelâs being slightly more enthusiastic about the squip today. a little louder. people are staring, giving them strange looks. jeremyâs burning with embarassment, but michael just keeps getting more animated.Â
finally, he snaps. jeremy rockets up, his knuckles white as he grips the diary. âshut up,â he hisses.Â
michael falls silent. âdude, what?â
âyouâre wrong,â jeremy insists, packing up his stuff to leave. more people are staring now, he can feel their eyes on his skin. âyouâre just jealous. because i can finally be something iâve always wanted, and you donât even know what you want at all.â Â
âwhat?â michael says, incredulous, ignoring the way his mind whispers i want you. âjeremy, thatâs not true! this thing is evil. you have to get rid of it before you get hurt.â
jeremy sneers. âsee? you wonât shut up about it because you wish you had it. guess what! you donât.â
jeremy gets up and pushes out of the dining hall.Â
michael scrambles after him, but itâs too late. jeremyâs gone.Â
the diary starts teaches him things. illegal incantations that jeremyâs only ever heard in his history of magic classes. spells with vague descriptions (âto be used on enemiesâ). darker magic. magic that makes jeremy uncomfortable but he does it anyway, because heâs already made his choice.Â
the worst part is that jeremy gets better at magic. he can conjure a full patronus before anybody else in his grade can even get the fake wispy smoke. for the first time, jeremy is good at something. actually, heâs better than good- heâs the best. heâs cool.Â
meanwhile, michaelâs left behind to watch. and no matter how hard he tries, he canât get jeremy away from that diary. itâs like he canât even see him, anymore.Â
cue michael moping until christine comes along and asks him whatâs going on with jeremy. now, all of michaelâs/jeremyâs âstudy spotsâ are being put to another use entirely, that is, How To Defeat A Sentient Book That Is Also The Worldâs Evilest Asshole.Â
and thus ensues Michael and Christine working together in order to save jeremy, whoâs being used by the squip to doing something very dangerous and horrifyingly awful. maybe cue their animagi being used in some crazy way.
(god you could really get as angsty or as action-y as you wanted. would jeremy use any of those evil spells? if so, on who?? would the squip convince him to use sectumsempra on michael, only to have rich or someone come in and save him because maybe rich went through the same thing? or would it be more banter-y? newfound friends christine and michael trying to save someone they both care about? sneaking through hogwarts grounds in their animagus forms? chloe and jake being the ghosts in the hogsmeade shed because thatâs where they would sneak off to hook up and everyone just heard them? SO MANY OPTIONS, TREENON!!!)
cue the basilisk fang and jeremy passing out on top of michael, and cue reunion scene in the hospital wing.Â
i dont wanna actually write the fic, but lol would u look at that, i basically did anyway.Â
ANYWAY YES I LOVE AND SUPPORT A BMC HOGWARTS AU!!!!! PLS TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS!!!Â
#be more chill#bmc#boyf riends#bmc hogwarts#bmc hogwarts au#Anonymous#catch me replying to this ask weeks after it was sent!!!!!#long post //#SORRY AGAIN FOR PEOPLE ON MOBILE#GHDJKFGH ITS SO LONG#listen i know i say michael's a gryffindor but.... i wholeheartedly love and support hufflepuff michael mell as well
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Deep Under the Streets
Sam Winchester x Gabriel
Words: 2000 exactly. haha.
Warnings: language, alcohol, mention of low self-esteem, heavy flirting, sexual touching, dirty dancing/dry humping (haha), implied smut?
Authorâs Note: This fic is inspired by the song âShadyâ by Adam Lambert. Itâs set in a general, every day AU. This is my very first Sabriel fic, so sorry if itâs kinda sucky. Practice makes perfect, right? There may be a part two, if enough people like this one. :)
Also on Ao3
The music boomed in Samâs ears as he peered around the overflowing, cavern-like club, oddly named Archangel. Places like this always had some sort of trendy, nonsensical name. Hundreds of mid-twenty somethings flailed and swayed to the pumping beats, some bodies entangled, some solo. The waving sea was littered with glow sticks and necklaces, creating a swirling rainbow of light. They were deep under the city, invisible to most of the mindless souls above out for their late- night stroll. Hell, Sam had only found out about this place a few weeks back, and until now, was too chicken to check it out.
Sam wasnât the most outgoing creature on the planet, almost the opposite of his âladies manâ, charismatic brother. Dean thrived in almost any social situation, flirting and chatting up practically anything that moved. But Sam, Sam was quiet. Sure, he could strike up a conversation with someone, if they initiated the contact. But Sam was more of a looker, someone who studied his person of interest before trying to reel them in. If you could even call it reeling.
But, deep down, Sam loved crowded settings like this. He loved flashing lights and being surrounded by thousands of nobodies. That way, there was barely any attention on him, allowing him to move about and talk as he pleased.
Sam scoped out the enormous room. In the very center was the massive dance floor. There were at least five hundred people floating around to the beat of the music. On the back wall stood the DJ, surrounded by several large speakers. To the younger Winchesterâs left was a sizable bar, with at least a half a dozen bartenders rushing back and forth, all dressed in something loud and whimsical. He half expected them to be wearing angel wings, given the same of the place. Also, just beside the bar, there was an overcrowded seating area, complete with thirty or so red velvet cushioned chairs seated around small black tables.
Sam bit his lip as his heart raced. Chill out, Sammy. No one knows you here. His hazel eyes scanned the crowd, taking in everyoneâs various state of dress. Sam felt comfortable in his black tank top, army green skinny jeans, and black Vanâs. He let his hair do its own thing today. His whiskey brown locks fell just below his ears, a few rogue strands tickling his face. He lifted his hand to brush them out of his eyes when something grabbed his wrist, spinning him around.
His gaze met a smaller man, clad in a tight grey t-shirt and dark wash jeans that formed around him perfectly. The man smiled as he sucked on a green lollipop. âHeya, handsome. I havenât seen you down here before.â He scanned up and down Samâs form as he smirked. âTrust me, I would have noticed something as delicious as you in my home.â
Sam tilted his head, blushing lightly. âHome?â
The smaller gentleman let go of Samâs wrist and nodded. âI own this joint, sweetness.â He extended a hand. âGabriel, but call me Gabe.â
Sam shook the manâs hand and smiled. âSam.â He could feel his cheeks heating up as he stared into Gabeâs stunning amber eyes. Samâs tongue flicked over his lips as he tried to keep his heart from jumping out of his chest. He had to admit, the man was gorgeous. And not in the supermodel way. No, he was cute, charismatic, charming.
âSo, Sammy boy, what brings you down to my little shindig? Looking for someone?â Gabeâs eyes saddened slightly at the thought of Sam meeting someone, and Sam noticed immediately.
âNope, just exploring. My brother ditched me about an hour ago at a bar down the street. He found a waitress at the end of her shift.â Sam chuckled. It was odd. Something about Gabriel put him immediately at ease. Talking to the man felt like it was something he was made to do.
Gabriel huffed a laugh, taking a step closer to Sam. âWell, thatâs rude. Lucky for me, though. Ha. Iâm guessing he was your ride?â
Sam nodded. âItâs not the first time and it wonât be the last. Iâll just call a cab. But, itâs early. I might as well have some fun.â Sam lowered his voice in an attempt to sound flirtatious. By the way Gabeâs eyes lit up, it seemed to work.
âWell, Sam, how about I buy you a drink?â Gabe winked up at Sam, making his heart jump.
Sam chuckled as he nodded. âSure. But are you really buying me a drink if you own the place?â
The statement made Gabe laugh as he walked closely to Sam, his arm brushing against the taller manâs ever few steps. âI guess not. But, youâre going to take it anyway, huh?â Gabe winked. Damn, he needed to stop doing that. Sam let out a sigh. Or not.
When the duo reached the bar, Gabe walked up to the bartender and mumbled something inaudible. The bartender nodded. The bartender was an interesting creature, dressed in a fully sequined outfit, each article a completely different color. But, he totally rocked it, which made Sam smile. If only he could be that confident.
After a minute, the sequined bartender slid two matching drinks to Gabe, which Gabe gladly snatched before headed back to Sam.
âItâs a bit on the sweet and sour side, I hope thatâs okay. Itâs my favorite. Itâs some supped up tequila and sprite concoction. We call it âThe Devilâs Temptationâ.â Gabe smiled widely as he took a sip, his eyes fixed on Samâs.
Sam smiled as he accepted the drink. âIâm not picky.â And that was true. Sam would drink almost anything if the buzz was good.
Without a word, Gabe grabbed Samâs wrist against and led him over to the seating area, like a toddler leading their parent to the toy aisle. The two of them reached a small, half-moon shaped booth that was behind a rope. It must have been Gabeâs reserved spot. Sam chuckled to himself as he watched Gabe barely make it over the thick, red rope. Sam followed, stepping over the low obstacle with ease.
Gabe slid over the soft, warm material, then reached out for Sam to join him. âCâmon, handsome. I wonât bite unless you ask nicely.â And there he went with that wink again, making Samâs whole body tingle.
Sam slid in beside Gabe as the man pulled him close. Gabe leaned his head on Samâs shoulder as he sipped his drink. Sam took a sip from the neon green straw, needing a little bit of liquid courage if he wasnât going to make himself look like a complete idiot in front of the gorgeous man beside him.
Gabe lifted his head to meet Samâs gaze. âSo, Sam, what do you do with your life? Modeling? Exotic dancing?â Gabeâs words were half sarcastic, making Sam huff out a laugh as he turned his body towards Gabriel.
âHa, no. Iâm finishing law school, actually. I went to Stanford for my undergrad, and now Iâm finishing up my last semester of law school online, so I can travel with my brother before I need to sit in one spot for fifty years.â Sam grinned as he sipped his drink.
Gabe raised an eyebrow. âHuh, smart and sexy. Shit, I may have just hit the jackpot tonight.â He bit his lip as he scanned over Sam again. âYou live around San Francisco?â There was a hint of hope in Gabeâs eyes as he waited for Samâs answer.
âYeah, kinda. Redwood City. My brother and I rent an apartment there. He works as a PI in South City and I can commute to school when I need to be on campus.â Sam couldnât help but smile as he watched Gabeâs eye light up.
They talked for a while, chatting about the club and Gabeâs idea behind it all. Sam touched on his life and job as a paralegal. Every word was laced with flirtation as Gabe shifted closer and closer to Sam, eyeing the bartender to bring refills when their drinks got low. It felt like hours as they sat there, talking as if was what they were made to do.
Gabe jumped up, standing on the booth as a new song blasted through the club. âOooh I love this song, Sammy! Câmonâ Gabe leapt off the seat, reaching for the taller manâs hand as Sam slid towards the edge. Sam blushed as he took Gabrielâs hand, slowly following him to the dance floor.
The beat was fast and loud, the heavy bass pounding though the wooden floor and up into Samâs body. He watched as his new interest began to sway, facing away from him. His well fitted pants were flattering in parts Sam was unable to appreciate until now, tightening as Gabe swayed his hips to the beat. Gabeâs hand brushed through his honey brown hair, his other hand swaying in the air. His movements made Samâs fingers tingle as his mind begged his body to touch the decadent club owner.
Sam took a deep breath as he approached Gabriel, his own body moving to the music. His hands landed lightly on Gabeâs hips before he gently pulled the man towards him. Gabe didnât protest for a second, leaning into Samâs chest as be continued to sway. Samâs half-hard cock brushed against Gabeâs ass as they closed the gap between them. Gabe groaned at the contact, leaning his head back just below Samâs shoulder. Sam had no idea where his confidence was coming from, but he wasnât complaining. He leaned down, grazing his lips against Gabrielâs exposed neck before nipping at the sensitive flesh.
âSam,â Gabriel breathed as he closed his eyes. The simple sound of his name rolling off the manâs lips made his cock twitch. Sam pulled Gabriel against his body roughly, biting harder on soft spot in the curve of his neck.
âOh, you like that?â Sam growled into Gabeâs ear. Gabe just nodded as he breathed heavily, staring up at the ceiling. âI want my lips on more than just your neck.â Sam surprised himself with his boldness, but it was the truth. Everything about Gabriel made his body hum with need.
Gabe turned his head, his lips just inches from Samâs as he stared into the taller manâs hazel eyes. Then, their lips collided in a heated, passionate kiss. Gabeâs tongue forced its way into Samâs mouth fighting for dominance with his own tongue as their bodies danced in unison. Samâs fingers toyed with the hem of Gabeâs shirt, occasionally gliding over the skin just above the waistline of his pants. His skin was smooth, flawless under Samâs touch, making Samâs cock throb. Sam gasped against Gabeâs lips as the club owner smoothed his hand over Samâs, leading it further down below the fabric of his jeans. Gabe undid the button and zipper of his pants, giving Samâs massive hand more room as it smoothed over Gabe rock hard erection. Damn, heâs big.
Sam groaned hungrily into Gabeâs mouth as his fingers stroked the massive cock hidden under those sinful jeans. Sam had never been so forward with someone publicly, but something about it fueled him to go farther. He would have feared getting thrown out, if it wasnât the ownerâs cock he was stroking.
Gabe released Samâs mouth, leaning his head back onto Samâs shoulder. He let out a full moan as he gripped Samâs wrist, guiding the younger Winchesterâs hand, moving it faster. He pressed himself against Samâs cock, grinding against him as Sam steered their rhythm.
Enough was enough. Sam needed to feel how Gabe felt around him, how he tasted, how he twitched and writhed under his touch. âCan we get out of here?â
Gabe smirked as he opened his eyes. Lifting Samâs hand out of his pants, he turned around to face the handsome man. âOh, sweetness, I thought you would never ask.â
#sam winchester#gabriel#sam x gabriel#sam winchester x gabriel#sabriel#sabriel fic#sabriel smut#sabriel au#supernatural au#supernatural fanfiction#spn fic
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Les Mis Ice Skating AU
as presented by @maraudeuselunaire and me. Disclaimer: Our complete knowledge about ice skating comes from watching YOI and youtube videos. We know nothing, bear with us. (This got way out of hand. Go under the cut for a way too detailed list of headcanons)
Courf and Ferre started out as rink mates and quickly became friends on and off the ice
But when Ferre hit puberty and his first growth spurt his doctor advised him to quit competitive skating as it was becoming too much for his body
So instead of competing himself he started to help Courf with his programs
Eventually he became his full time coach and also boyfriend
As they both are huge nerds Courf's routines often are themed after their favourite films (and sometimes downright disturbing because "Mars Attacks!" is a great film, no matter what everyone else is saying, dammit!)
There was only one program in Courf's professional career which he created in secret from Ferre
It was an exhibition piece to the Jurassic Park main theme and Courf wore a dinosaur costume
Ferre proposed after this
Bahorel cried and also may or may not have ripped off his shirt and thrown it on the rink
Since then their fans throw dinosaur plushies on the rink
Courf is actually well-known enough to have his own fan club
Its only member is a journalism student named Marius Pontmercy
It's not an official fan club
Marius scheduled an interview with Courf who had just returned from Nationals a few years back and somehow seemed to find himself more in a coffee date situation and a sudden, unexpected love for figure skating routines
(He went to every competition Courf was in ever since)
(Maybe not literally)
Marius gets to know Cosette by throwing a plush bear at the rink after seeing her skate for the first time. It was an accident. He panicked, okay?
When Cosette smiles at him and picks the plushie up to take it to the kiss and cry, Marius is afraid his face will never turn back to its normal color again
Turns out Cosette and her dad-coach Valjean are an actual enigma of the figure skating world. No one actually knows anything about their private lives. This is even more so confusing as Cosette has a popular Youtube channel where she gives training advice and vlogs about competitions??? How do they manage to keep so private??
It's no surprise that Courf is delighted to get to know Cosette, drags Marius right along with him, and secretly documents their first ever conversation so that he'll be able to screen it at their wedding. He's a man who thinks ahead, okay?
One of Courf's most favourite opponents is Jean Prouvaire. One time they both earned a podium finish with Courf slightly ahead and Courf cried
Who can blame him though?
Jehan is widely acclaimed for their elegance, posture, and ballet performance, and they only ever do their programs to screamo metal
Their coach is Bahorel, who 100% supports this choice and the goth costumes coming along with it (Jehan: That's great, but can we add some fake blood? Bahorel: LET'S ADD A FUCKING STAB WOUND)
In the year of their senior debut, figure skater Montparnasse has a meltdown in front of his coach Claquesous because goddammit this is his branding! (If physiotherapist Babet and fan club manager Guelemer are present too, it's because it's an emergency)
The resolution they arrive at is to fucking double the goth and add some glitter while they're at it, which ultimately results in the most dramatic costume fight the figure skating world has seen so far
It seems to culminate at an event where Jehan's costume seems to be nothing but a human skull placed on their head and is completely drenched in fake blood
This is when Montparnasse decides to do a number in black light in a skeleton suit â and is left dumbfounded at the next competition where Jehan turns up wearing a full-on medieval bridal gown including a fucking veil and with actual leaves sewn onto it and proceeds to skate to a melancholic N'Sync medley played on the flute
Montparnasse, afterwards: That was sick. Why would you do that. That wasn't. I couldn't believe my eyes. The fuck
The time Jehan wins the Grand Prix Final is when they and Bahorel choreograph a program to the reading of a Romantic poem though. No music, just the words. It's stunning.
Grantaire used to skate as a kid and was pretty good but stopped when he was about fifteen because he felt like he could not actually compete with his peers
That was partly because Eponine, who he used to skate with since they both were very young, had to give up skating because her parents couldn't afford the lessons anymore and R on his own had little to no self-esteem (it's way better nowadays)
But they both never stopped loving the sport so eventually they decided to open up a dance studio
Their studio is quite popular (they do not teach aspiring skaters only, in fact they mostly teach children, but they are renowned for their skills and often recommended among skaters when it comes to ballet)
Also R is at absolutely every competition to cheer on his boyfriend Enjolras
Although that doesn't stop him from teasing Enjolras whenever he can, especially as R can be pretty graceful off ice but Enjolras, unless he concentrates really hard, has the natural gracefulness of an old potato
Enjolras is that one contestant who is a gold medal candidate in every event he shows up
Everyone thinks he has no chill whatsoever
He always seems 100% unimpressed in interviews before the competition starts (Journalist: Are you nervous?, Enjolras: Why?)
Only his physiotherapist Feuilly knows he's a massive dork
Most people have already forgotten the complete mess and lineup of failures his senior debut season was
Nowadays, the only controversial topic his performances spur is his apparent weakness for dramatic musical theater numbers as well as for âwell-hiddenâ symbolism
Professional in hijacking interviews to comment on political and social topics
He becomes friends with Courf and Ferre at the banquet after the first ever senior competition they are in together, first observing them from afar for good thirty minutes and then walking straight up to them like âhello you are my friends nowâ
Naturally, Courf and Ferre adopt him on the spot
Feuilly knows Musichetta from physiotherapy school
Nowadays Musichetta organises LGBT+ positive sports events
When she is planning a same-gender pair skating grand prix she calls Feuilly to ask for his help
That's how special guests Enjolras and Courf end up doing a routine together
This is also where they meet Bossuet and Joly (or as they are called by their fans "The Eagle and the Cricket") who gave up professional skating in order to be able to skate together
There are too many "Spread Eagle" puns to be counted, Grantaire is delighted
Enjolras is secretly relieved to meet Bossuet who just like him is super graceful on ice but lacks general control over his limbs whenever he steps outside the rink
#les mis#les amis#courferre#Les Miserables#enjolras#combferre#Courfeyrac#jehan prouvaire#montparnasse#Eponine#joly#grantaire#bossuet#feuilly#bahorel#musichetta#Cosette#Marius Pontmercy
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