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Tomb of the Goshenite Stargazer Dragon - Chapter 4

SUBJECT MATERIAL WARNINGS FOR THIS FANFICTION ARE INCLUDED IN THE MASTERLIST POST OF MY BLOG AND THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THIS FANFICTION.

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Chapter summary: Faith, nude, is experiencing a lucid dream when Ra's, also nude, appears, and holds her left breast from behind while talking with Faith about how she could make this easier on everyone if she submitted to him. Faith reminds Ra's that it was a shared wet dream, and she follows her curiosity and sexual hormones, and allows Ra's to use her mouth. Before Ra's moves on to her vagina, the eight pairs of neon red eyes of a spider-demon appears in the darkness, and uses a tentacle to throw Ra's far into the sky. Faith flirts with the demon, who speaks Nerobzal, the language of the Nero Sprits of Faith's fictional galaxy, Thalassic Space, and they have sex using the demon's tentacles in Faith's mouth, vagina and anus. But Faith loses motivation and dispells the illusion, revealing to her that she had burned part of the forest near Wayne Manor, and is in shock.

Urania comes down from the sky in a beautiful cluster of stars within a beam of light, and scolds Faith, and inserts a finger into Faith's vagina to remove residue from the dream world to prevent a Nero Spirit from manifesting or possessing Faith. She leads Faith into the forest, where Batman was waiting, telling him to call if she's needed and Zatanna is unavailable, and they go to the mansion, where Urania departs. Stephanie waited inside, and helps Faith dress before making breakfast for the two girls, during which Faith tries to talk about her Fairy Persona, Solas, and her Mermaid Persona, Ønske, but instead talks about the alphabets and translation and pronunciation rules of Neofom and Nerobzal. Batman interrupts after this, saying they were late to the Belfry, and the girls put their dishes in the sink with water and leave with Batman. After Faith's training, while Barbara escorts Faith to the bathroom to shower while Tim and Stephanie prepare dinner, Dick reflects about the session, Ra's' actions earlier that day, and the other world-ending disaster that Ra's could initate with knowledge of its ritual. The Batkids eat dinner together, then Stephanie and Faith go upstairs to have some fun.

Fandoms: DC Comics, Batfamily, no Batcest, Thalassic Space (OC; takes inspiration The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Assassin's Creed: Black Flag, Silent Hill 2, Silent Hill 3, and other sci-fi, fantasy and horror titles, as well as original concepts, such as the science and lore of the galaxy.)

[In order of appearance] Characters: Faith Lawson (TBA; self-insert), Stephanie Brown (The Spoiler), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Tim Drake (Red Robin).

Word Count: 11570 (Back to having a long chapter due to how much dialogue I tend to write, WHOOPS.) 15439 (August 10 revision, HOLY SHIT, I mean of course it got longer 'cause I added part of Chapter 3 onto it, but HOT DAMN)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Content warnings: Nightmare related imagery, brief non-consensual breast holding, oral (male receiving), vaginal and anal teasing and penetration with a lucid dream manifested tentacle, face teasing (female receiving) with a lucid dream manifested tentacle, rough consensual vaginal and anal sex with a lucid dream manifested tentacle, dirty thoughts à la Dick Grayson about Faith's ass, thighs and boobs (it it may be slightly OOC, but then again... it's probably fine LOL)

I approached my high school that was also UNBC Prince George and the most horrifying yet thrilling indoor water park that could ever exist, taking large strides towards the front doors of the school and entering, slowing my pace as I neared the gymnasium hallway. The canteen to the left was open and tended by familiar faces, and to the right was a Japanese subway station clad in neon pink, and down that way, on the left side of the hall, was a McDonalds. The way its white, red and yellow lighting merged with the neon pink gave me a headache. I entered the gym, which no longer captured its appearance as I remembered it, basketball hoops, metal support structures, the laminate flooring and the bleachers with an opening to the locker hallway, and from there two stairs to the mezzanine, and displayed the water park with white tiles and blue tiles of various shades, cautionary signs on the floor and walls, and two massive pools that were probably from Vancouver or Surrey. I had flashes of going down the waterslide of too many impossible tubes, the drain-slide of doom, and the shocking feeling of my foster dad not quite catching me, and the curiosity of what would have remained if I had died, that day. Would my subconscious be trapped in the pool, or would it become one with the water and cease to exist?

I heard a man hum lustfully behind me. He slithered an arm over my left shoulder and cupped his hand around my breast. "Are you usually naked in your dreams?" It was Ra's, of course. I didn't even need to turn around to confirm that.

"No." I felt my body awaken as we were transported to the street in front of the high school at night, the yellow light of streetlamps keeping away the creatures and spirits that I couldn't name or describe, but the goosebumps on my skin had felt. Ra's had attracted an audience of Nero Spirits, and they would love a show. I rubbed my eyes and yawned while I said, "But, yawn, whenever I check what I'm wearing, or make any conscious effort to get information or change the Script, things break, and I wake up violently." Ra's hummed. "Are you bothering me because you've found my dragon tomb on Earth and want to tell me you're coming back for your new wife?"

"No, although I do very dearly want that. I was wondering if you could tell me how to get past that spider of yours so I can make that come true, and you won't have to worry about training for what would be a short, futile and rather painful battle, for you."

"Like hell I'm telling you that. Ra's, when I say, 'Stop, or it'll kill you', I mean it, and it won't be me who kills you."

"Oh, aha ha ha, how cute. You think anything in your little galaxy can hurt me or take my life?"

"You brought this upon yourself. You should have recognised how dangerous Platonia is, when you first stared into it. If you continue, and if you manage to defeat me, or whatever, I literally will be unable to stop what comes next until I'm resurrected, and Earth won't have much time for the heroes to gather the Four."

"What are you talking about?" Ra's said, curiously. He moved to stand in front of me. He was naked, too. I couldn't help how my face reacted, my lips parting and my eyes locking onto his cock, six inches and quite girthy. "You like what you see."

"I mean, I do like older men, and it was a shared wet dream."

"Then make this easier on yourself," R'as took hold of my shoulders, and forced me to my knees. His dick was becoming erect, and was close enough to my face that I could smell his pheromones. "And let me fuck you, Faith."

I was lost for words. And I was really curious. Also, it might make Ra's stop pursuing me. "I have a gag reflex, by the way." I said, taking his dick in my right hand and stroking it as I licked and kissed around his tip.

Ra's moaned in his throat. "Yes, mm. Why don't I help you with that?"

"I'm open to that." I said. Ra's started to insert his cock into my mouth, his left hand holding the back of my head. I sighed, my shoulders relaxing.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Better than my dildo. You have a pulse."

"Oh, yes. Relax, relax everything, and just breathe through your nose calmly. I'll do the rest."

"Do you want me to swallow?" I said, making eye contact.

"Yes."

Oh God, my hormones. "Mm, fuck me." I slackened my jaw, inhaling. R'as pushed his dick into my mouth, and as I gagged and my eyes fluttered, he laughed with a smug expression.

"Good?"

"Mhm." It kinda hurt and was really awkward, but holy shit if wasn't a good hurt.

"Good." Ra's said. He grunted, and began to fuck my face. I moaned and concentrated on the rough feeling of his cock using me like a fleshlight. Breathing through my nose was so, so awkward and uncomfortable for the first fifteen seconds.

"Yes, like that. You've got it, now." I moaned, and reached my arms to hold the back of Ra's' legs. "Yes, good. Good, girl."

Ra's persisted, never easing up on his treatment of my mouth, and I felt the wetness of my cunt, and imagined how it might smell with the scent of Ra's' dick in my face. "You're wet for me, Faith." Ra's said, sultrily. I nodded a little, softly moaning. "Are you going to get on your hands and knees so I can fuck your little pussy?" I moaned.

"Nanoz." Said a masculine voice from the darkness behind Ra's.

"What was that? What did he say?"

I pulled my face down, removing Ra's from my mouth. "He said 'no'."

"Who was that?" Ra's looked over his shoulder as eight pairs of neon red eyes appeared.

"The demon I call Nerobzal. I don't know his actual name."

"It isr toz' preciozuzsr phzozr yabozuz toz knanozwz, labozve." I fluttered my eyes and blushed. I looked at Ra's face. He looked pissed.

"He said, 'It is too precious for you to know, love'."

"Well, get in line, pal."

"I azmam thze labinane."

"He is the line." I said. Ra's scoffed.

"Iphz yabozuz ever tryab toz tozuzchz mamyab labozve azgazinan, I wzilab' give yabozuz pazinan eternanazlab."

"'If you ever touch my love again, I will give you pain eternal'." I translated.

Ra's scoffed louder. "No pain you could ever give would qualify as pain to me." The eight-eyed demon was silent. "Makes you think twice, doesn't it?" Six. "Your 'love' is my bitch now, you hear me? I'm going to take her home a-AAAAND!" Ra's was lifted into the air by a scraggly neon red arm with a clawed hand, and swung about in tight circles like Thor winding Mjölnir.

"Send him home, honey." I said, kindly.

"Glabazdlabyab." 'Gladly.' The eight-eyed demon threw Ra's, whose scream followed his body into the silence of the dark.

"And the next time he tries to search for my dragon tomb, hunt him, and do anything but kill him. Batman wouldn't be happy about that."

"Yabesr, I uznandersrtaznand. Wze mamuzsrt plabazyab bzyab thze ruzlabesr ozphz ozthzersr, srozmametimamesr." 'Yes, I understand. We must play by the rules of others, sometimes.'

"Thank you. Do you… want anything from me as payment for this?" The demon hummed seductively. I felt his voice vibrate throughout my body, and I moaned loudly, my torso suddenly so heavy that I had to bend forward, leaning on my arms with my ass raised as I looked into the highest pair of the demon's eyes. "Labet mame plabeazsre yabozuz phzozr thze timame wze hzazve labephzt." 'Let me pleasure you for the time we have left.'

"Oh, yes! Yes, please!" I opened my mouth wide, licking the air. Three neon red tentacles, each with a tip the size of a naval orange and growing in width as they disappeared into the darkness, and another lanky arm came from the shadows. One tentacle placed itself in front of my face, and I desperately licked it and used my lips and jaw to put it my mouth to suck on, moaning. The demon grumbled four times. "Does that feel good, honey?"

"Yabesr." 'Yes.' I continued licking and sucking on the tentacle as the other two slathered my feet in the demon's liquid. The two tentacles traced up my legs, covering them in slick. When they reached my ass, the two arms he had produced grabbed my ass cheeks tightly. I moaned, sticking my tongue out. The tentacle I had been sucking on playing with my tongue, and moved around my face.

"Ohhhh, yes, honey, yes. Use me, honey, use me!" I pleaded. The tentacle pushed itself into my mouth, and I relaxed my jaw as it entered, flickering around, making me drool onto the asphalt. The hands spread my ass cheeks, and the two tentacles teased my holes, around and in the beginning of each opening. I moaned and gasped in pleasure, looking into the highest pair of eyes, and the demon hummed to me.

The tentacle lingering around my cunt entered, and I released a long, sputtered moan around the tentacle in my mouth. "Yes! Ohhhh!" The tentacle in my pussy began to thrust, the liquids that began to fill me making my head light with ecstasy. I tilted my head to the right with the sensation, the tentacle in my mouth beginning to pass into my throat, and I moaned softly.

The tentacle near my ass hole plunged in. "OH!" I gasped, moving my head back suddenly, leaving behind the tentacle in my mouth. "Oh, fuck yeah!" The tentacle in my ass worked quickly. "Oh, yes, honey, yes!"

The demon's tentacle that had been in my mouth travelled around my face, and I grabbed onto it with my left hand to lick it. "Wzhzazt wzilab' yabozuz doz wzhzenan hze chazlab'enangesr yabozuz azphzter yabozuz hzazve received trazinaninang phzrozmam thze mamozrtazlabsr yabozuz hzazve bzephzrienanded?" 'What will you do when he challenges you after you have received training from the mortals you have befriended?'

"I will try to win."

"Wzhzat iphz yabozuz labozsre?" 'What if you lose?'

"Will I not wander the darkness and find you?"

"Yabozuz wzilab', iphz thzazt isr wzhzazt yabozuz truzlabyab wzaznant." 'You will, if that is what you truly want.' The demon moved the tentacle from my face to my breasts, bringing forth two more tentacles. "Bzuzt yabozuz azre nanozt wzhzozlab'yab mamazde phzozr mame, labozve." 'But you are not wholly made for me, love.' The new tentacles wrapped around my waist and upper right thigh, hoisting my leg. "Yabozuz azre mamozrtazlan." 'You are mortal.' The tentacle that was in my cunt moved rougher, but not violently, aiming downwards and making me moan.

"Oznanlabyab yabozuzr srpirit isr eternanazlab." 'Only your spirit is eternal.' I hummed in acknowledgement, nodding. "Iphz yabozuz wzaznandered thze dazrknanesr' wzithzozuzt cozmamplabete cozmam'itmamenant toz phozrever be boznanded wzithz mame, azsr thze Labazdyab Wzhzoz Srozuzghzt thze Azrmamsr ozphz az Nanightmamazre, yabozuz wzozuzlabd never labeazve Inanphzernanoz." 'If you wandered the darkness without complete commitment to forever be bonded with me, as the Lady Who Sought the Arms of a Nightmare, you would never leave Inferno.'

"Wze wzozuzlabd be tozgethzer inan thze Perimameter ozphz thze Naninanthz Circlabe, buzt yabozuz wzozuzlabd be uznanazblabe toz die toz beginan ozr enand Red Srtozrmam Eazrthz, mameaznaninang wze wzozuzlabd hzazve creazted thzazt srcenanazrioz phzozr nanothzinang, aznand Thzalabazsr'ic Srpazce wzozuzlabd labozse oznane ozphz itsr Plabazyabwzrighztsr. I doz nanozt thzinank yabozuz srhzozuzlabd sreek mame." 'We would be together in the Perimeter of the Ninth Circle, but you would be unable to die to begin or end Red Storm Earth, meaning we would have created that scenario for nothing, and Thalassic Space would lose one of its Playwrights. I do not think you should seek me.'

I sighed. "You're right. Ra's has learned about Red Storm Earth now, right?"

"Yabesr, hze hzazsr. I hzeazrd hzimam labazuzghz phzrozmam thze roz'mam wzhzere yabozuz aznand Azrgozphzazelab wzere labazid toz resrt. Hze szazid it wzazsr perphzect." 'Yes, he has. I heard him laugh from the room where you and Argophael were laid to rest. He said it was perfect.'

"Thanks for letting me know. If I lose, Red Storm Earth will have to be ended, as it normally would."

"Yabesr. Aznand I wzilab' azccept mamyab rozlabe azsr oznane ozphz thze demamoznansr yabozuz mamuzsrt depheazt." 'Yes. And I will accept my role as one of the demons you must defeat.'

I nodded, and raised my cheeks to smile. "Oh, to finally see the climax of Thalassic Space!"

"Yabesr, it wzilab' bze quzite thze srpectazclabe." 'Yes, it will be quite the spectacle.' I nodded more. "I labike thze nanazme yabozuz gazve mame, labozve. It hzazsr aznan inanteresrtinang buzt srimamplabe ozriginan." 'I like the name you gave me, love. It has an interesting but simple origin.'

"Thank you. You won't leave me after this, will you?"

The demon laughed. "Nanoz. Wze hzazve beenan tozgethzer phozr srix hzuznandred aznand eighztyab srevenan yabeazrsr, aznand I hzozpe wze azre tozgethzer phzozr srix hzuznandred aznand eighztyab srevenan mamozre. Azsr equzazlab creaztive maminandsr wzhzoz srozmametimamesr mameet toz hzazve srex, inan dreazmamsr." 'No. We have been together for six hundred and eighty seven years, and I hope we are together for six hundred and eighty seven more. As equal creative minds who sometimes meet to have sex, in dreams.'

"Hm," I smiled. "This isn't a dream."

"Nanoz, it isr nanozt az dreazmam. Raz'sr azlab Ghzuzlab creazted az pazthz ozuzt ozphz thze tozmamb azsr hze phzlabed, wzhzenan hze wzozke mame phzrozmam mamyab wzeb aznand reazlabisred mamyab srize aznand pozwzer. I phzozlab'ozwzed hzimam toz az mamaznansrioznan aznand enantered thze roz'mam yabozuz srlabept inan azsr hzisr shzazdozwz. Wzhzenan hze remamozved hzisr clabozthzesr, I mamozved bozthz ozphz yabozuz hzere. I wzazited phzozr hzimam toz be nanuzde sroz hze cozuzlabd phzyabsricazlab'yab phzeelab mamyab Lawbzal, wzhzenan I grazbbed hzimam." 'No, it is not a dream. Ra's al Ghul created a path out of the tomb as he fled, after he woke me from my web and realised my size and power. I followed him to a mansion and entered the room you slept in as his shadow. When he removed his clothes, I moved both of you here. I waited for him to be nude so he could physically feel my Lawbzal, when I grabbed him.'

"Cool! Big, strong demon!" I giggled.

The demon hummed. "I azmam sroz veryab phzozrtuznanazte toz hzazve phzozuznand srozmameoznane sroz kinand, bzeazuztiphzuzlab aznand inantelab'igenant toz hzazuznant." 'I am so very fortunate to have found someone so kind, beautiful and intelligent to haunt.'

I smiled with my cheeks. "I'm glad to have met you in person, in this life. And I'm glad that we love each other."

"I azmam glanazd phzozr thzazt, toz', labozve. Nanozwz, hzozlabd oznan. Labet mame phzinanisrhz inan yabozuz." 'I am glad for that, too, love. Now, hold on. Let me finish in you.' I hummed, eagerly. "Labet mame cozmamplabete yabozuzr wzisrhz, aznand I wzilab' tazke mamyab pazyabmamenant." 'Let me complete your wish, and I will take my payment.'

"Let's do it, honey." I said, cheerfully. The demon pushed the tentacle in my vagina as far as it could go. I laid on my stomach from the overwhelming situation. "Oh! Oh, oh!"

"Isr thzazt toz' mamuzchz?" 'Is that too much?'

"Oh, I think you're right against my cervix, please try not to go further, it hurts as it is, and I don't think I would enjoy a dance with death that intimately."

"Veryab wzelab', labozve." 'Very well, love.' The tentacles continued to pump into my pussy and ass. But I was having trouble staying in the fantasy, and three seconds later, I released the illusion. I laid on a small clearing in the forest near Wayne Manor, and my solar magic had melted the snow and scorched the grass, and six layers of trees had been turned to ash.

"Oh my God, I did that!"

A cluster of golden stars spanning fifty kilometres (31 miles) gathered in the sky, and from the cluster came a golden beam of light that shot to the ground, four feet away from me. Urania must have given a Celestial Globe to Batman or the League. "Daughter," She said melodically, as she closed the distance, standing with her arms on her hips at my feet. "Were you not only pretending to have self-cestuous intercourse with your Animus in the forest, but role-playing as demon-spider and its wench?"

"Yes." I said, sitting up and crossing my legs. "I don't feel sick anymore, though."

"Tsk. Do you need me to look at your vagina and make sure you are not dying?"

"No, Mother. I lost motivation, just now. I didn't finish, or penetrate myself too deeply."

"Good. Still, I will clean you of any residue from the Dream World on Paper so that no Nero Spirit possesses or follows you." Urania knelt before me, and inserted a finger into my vagina. A soothing warmth captivated my body. Five seconds later, Urania removed her finger, and wiped it on her toga. "Oh, look at what you have done, in two minutes! You know how quickly your O-star eye burns everything around you, if you have lucid or waking fantasies without supervision! We are fortunate you had a sexual fantasy only involving yourself and your Animus instead of a destructive one like Red Storm Earth!"

"Yes, Mother. I'm sorry, I was dreaming and forgot I'm not on Earth-33 anymore, and that I have magic now."

"Mhm." Urania nodded firmly.

"I should have recognised the illusion I created, but I didn't because I wanted the fantasy so badly."

Urania held my hands in hers. "I know why you fell into the design of your subconscious, sweetheart. You are a lonely woman, and yes, most fault lays with your foster parents and some with your adoptive parents for not guiding you or talking to you about the how and why of relationships so you could at least use that knowledge to better your life. This was true during your life as a demigoddess, too. This dilemma of loneliness is also in part your fault, in this life. You understand the rules of monogamy, and the reasons for those rules, but when presented with online dating, you broke the rules of trust and exclusivity. You have not dated since August of last year, though that was two boyfriends later."

"Yeah." I exhaled. "Yeah. I keep making myself fictional love interests, but it never has, and never will, fill the hole I made."

"Precisely. Tell me, how did it actually feel to have intercourse with your Animus, in that form? What did your narration not describe?"

"I felt the strange, heightened sensation of having sex in a dream, but it went on for too long. That's when I remembered I don't have any real experience to base the scenario on. My depression broke me out of it, and, uh, I think that's fortunate."

"Yes, you are fortunate that your consciousness remembered its truth, albeit heavy on your emotions and health." I nodded, looking down. Urania sighed and lifted my chin with her left hand. "Ulia, I know you were only trying to please yourself and not have to ask for help. You have always had a hard time asking for help, even as a demigoddess. But this is something you should ask for help with. You are very lucky that your Animus has a tether of five kilometres (3 miles) to your physical location so that this short-sighted decision could not take you into the city, where all of the world would have beared witness to your debauchery and the natural horrors that the solar fire and gravitational vaccum sealed in your eyes that you were gifted to use for creation by your father can bring. Ask for help, next time. And not just when you need to be touched."

"Yes, Mother." I said, meekly. "I will ask for help, next time."

"Thank you. And I better see it! I do not want to see you put yourself in any more compromising situations, situations that will make the people who are supposed to trust you doubt your intentions, who you want to use your powers for, why you want to use magic, and I know this is especially important to you right now, why you are worthy of being Batgirl, if part of the Batfamily at all." I frowned as Urania said the last clause of her argument.

"You're right." I said, defeated but not broken. "I won't do this again."

"Thank you, Faith. Thank you." The second time, softly. Urania inhaled, stood up by pushing on her knees, and offered her left hand. I lifted my cheeks in a smile, and accepted the help to stand. "Let's get you back inside." We walked into the forest, where the grass became snow.

"Thank you for coming to help, Mother."

"It was my pleasure, Ulia." Urania wrapped her left arm around my right, and leaned close to whisper into my right ear, "When you do have sex with a penis, your IUD, Kyleena, won't do anything because of your reawakened spirit." I groaned into a laugh, smiling. Urania laughed in the way a mother who knows she's won would. "I love you." She said, melodically.

"I love you too, Mother." I said, kindly, and leaned into Urania, smiling with my cheeks and eyes. Urania hummed, pleased, and moved her weight away from me.

"Is all well, Batman?" Urania said, looking to her right. I inhaled and looked that way, and saw Batman emerge from the snowy trees.

"Yes. The only thing affected was the clearing, and those trees."

"Good. Her flu has been conquered, so I expect you will give her a meal and proceed with training?"

"Yes."

"Good. If she does anything like this again, but in the city, and you for whatever reason do not want to ask for Zatanna's assistance, or are unable to have her aid, please summon me with the Celestial Globe that I gifted you."

"I will, Urania. Thank you."

"Thank you, as well. For your patience, this morning, certainly." Urania said. Batman hummed. We reached the front yard. "All right, daughter. I will leave you, now. Until next time. Please try to behave yourself."

"Yes, Mother." I said, blushing bright red. "Thank you, Mother." Urania sighed with content. A smile came to her face, and she hugged me. I returned the hug, and several seconds later, Urania separated her body from mine.

"I will be on my way." Urania left for the sky the same way she appeared.

"Come on, Faith." Batman said, and walked with me inside the mansion.

"You're friggin' crazy, girl!" Said a feminine voice from upstairs. I looked, and there was—

"Stephanie!" I called out, beaming. Stephanie was not in costume, and leaned against the centre railing of the great hall stairs.

"Hi, crazy!" Stephanie replied. I laughed. "So like, you pretended to fuck your male-self, and you went out in the cold snow naked?"

"Yeah. I mean, I was sleeping naked, so."

"Faith!" Stephanie parkoured over the railing, and came towards me and Batman. "Faith, Faith, Fa-hey-haith." She put her hands on my shoulders with a smug grin. "You're crazy." I laughed. "And I will eat you out, tonight."

"Stephanie." Said Batman.

"Shut it, Bruce. Let's get you not naked, some food in your stomach, and then we'll get you to the Belfry."

"Oh-kay." I said, in my silly-time-at-work voice.

"OK?" Stephanie tilted her head forward, eyebrows raised.

"Yes, OK." I said, normally, with a light laugh.

"OK!" Stephanie linked her right arm with my left, and tried to skip, finding immediate resistance. "La—! Hey, why—?"

"I can't skip, either."

"Oh, right! Physical disability! You can't do shit, right now! I'm sorry."

"It's OK." I said, laughing. "We'll just walk, briskly, like the gays do."

"YES!" Stephanie and I began to walk at a fast pace. "Yes, we will walk briskly, like the gays do!"

"Woo hoo!"

"WOO!" Stephanie and I laughed. I heard a little something from Batman.

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Faith and Stephanie entered the guest bedroom, and Faith searched in her dufflebag for something to wear. She chose black leggings and a full-length sleeved olive green shirt, vivid blue boxer briefs, a light blue sports bra, and black socks. Stephanie looked at the contents of the bag without touching anything. "Hm, you like earthy and jewel tones, eh?" Faith had brought a short-sleeved olive green shirt, a burgundy tank top, a dark blue shirt with a large rose pattern, two purple shirts, one full-sleeved and the other a T-shirt, and a brown tank top. She had brought two other pairs of black leggings, two pairs of black shorts, a grey pair of shorts, a pair of dark grey jogging pants, and a brown skirt that caught Stephanie's eye. Faith had brought two weeks' worth of black or dark coloured boxer briefs and a handful of loose-fitting bikini briefs, also black or dark coloured, black and grey socks, a pink sports bra and a purple sports bra that were the same style as the one Faith had picked to wear, and a grey sports bra with spaghetti straps and two darker shades of grey and black making a pattern of small lines.

"Yeah." Faith said, putting on the undergarments she picked. "Check out that brown skirt with the brown tank top, that's my favourite outfit."

"Yeah, I was looking at the skirt, lemme get a better look at it." Said Stephanie. She produced the item, letting it unfurl. "Ooh! That is so cuuuute!"

"Right? Thrift store find, along with the top I pair with it."

Stephanie pulled out the top, and gasped, seeing the dark olive green crochet work on its front. "Oh, that's so cute! I bet you look fabulous in it, with the skirt."

"Oh yeah!" Faith said, putting on the shirt she had chosen. "They look so good together that I get asked if it's a dress, and then I pull on the top of the skirt to show it's a skirt."

"Oh yeah." Stephanie said. Faith pulled on the leggings. "All good?"

"Uh, lemme brush my hair and wash my face."

"Sure, baby." Faith's cheeks reddened as they rose to smile, and Stephanie smiled in acknowledgement. 'I don't think she's ever been flirted with by a girl. This must be really special to her. Don't fuck this up, Steph!' Faith picked up the black vented hairbrush in her bag, strode to the bathroom, and went to work. "You're being so rough to your hair!"

"Yeah, well, if the curls win, it's a rat's nest, except for some parts in the back and front that stay curly."

"Mind if I help?"

"Sure!" Faith said, extending her right arm backwards. Stephanie entered the bathroom and accepted the brush. "I haven't had someone else brush my hair in a long time, that would feel nice."

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" Stephanie said, beginning to gently work the brush through Faith's hair.

"I'm getting it dyed, on Thursday."

Stephanie gasped. "Ooh, what colour?"

"Red."

"Ooh, that'll look nice! Are you just getting it on what's grown out for a bit of an ombre look, or are you getting it all bleached and dyed, or just some streaks that'll get done?"

"What's grown out, plus a bunch of streaks."

"Nice!"

"Yeah. It'll be bright, but when I do it again, it'll be burgundy."

"Oh, that's going to look amazing on you."

"Mhm." Faith nodded, humming and smiling with her cheeks.

"You should let Bruce know, so he can make your costume match!"

"Oh, I will."

"Good." Stephanie continued brushing Faith's hair for another minute, then dangled the brush over Faith's right shoulder.

"Oh, you can put it back in my bag, if you want."

"Sure." Stephanie exited the bathroom, and Faith opened the cupboard under the sink. She found a white face cloth, and ran it under hot water as Stephanie returned. "You don't use soap, or anything?"

"Eh, I use a face-cleaning wipe in the evening, if I feel gross or put on makeup for once, but this is usually enough to wake me up." Faith wrung out the cloth and applied it to her face.

Stephanie laughed. "You're not already?"

"Sorry, should've said "clean my eyes". I get eye mucus pretty bad."

"Oh yeah. So you don't sleep well?"

"No. Even with my meds, it takes about three hours if I'm on my phone, which I usually am, just to watch a YouTube video." Faith folded the cloth, and set it on the edge of the sink. She walked out of the bathroom with Stephanie, towards the door to the hallway. "It takes two, or less, like, sometimes I'm asleep in the first half hour, if I'm really tired and just need background ambiance."

"What do you like to watch to help you sleep?" Stephanie asked, as Faith opened the door, the pair leaving the bedroom. Stephanie closed the door, and the girls went downstairs.

"People playing or talking about video games, horror analysis videos, be it about a movie, game or what have you, and now and then I'll watch something funny. I usually gravitate towards whatever SMOSH uploads I've missed."

"Oh yeah. You like their modern stuff?"

"I like their modern cast, yeah." The two crossed the open part of the hallway, passing the great hall stairs and nearing the reception room. "I think they're funny, and they seem friendly enough. Sometimes I watch a MARVEL movie on Disney+, or an episode of Young Justice, Justice League or Justice League: Unlmited on my TELETOON+ subscription through Amazon Prime."

The girls rounded the corner, to the right, walking through the servery to a narrow hallway, and taking the first door on the left to the kitchen. "Have you watched the Netflix Gotham show yet?"

"I watched two seasons, I think? I forget where I left off. I thought it was really good." Faith opened the door to the kitchen, Stephanie following and closing it.

"It was! Whatchu in the mood for?" They stood near the island.

"Good question, my stomach doesn't like eggs, but it does like hashbrowns and meat."

"How do you usually cook your eggs?"

"Uh, well-cooked? The yolk is hard. I flip it over to cook it."

"That's over-hard. Have you tried scrambled?"

"That's sort of how I make an omlette? It doesn't make a difference."

"Maybe your tummy just doesn't like eggs."

"Yeah, it doesn't like lactose or gluten, either."

"Well, that's a bummer."

"Gluten is more of just a pasta thing though. I feel bloated, and if it's not cooked all the way and I don't eat carefully, it gets stuck in my eusophagus and I have to puke so I can breathe again."

"Aw! Why do you eat like that, then?"

"'Cause I'm usually trying to get back to writing, or solely watching whatever I was watching."

"Ohhh, OK."

"Also yes, gluten and sugar are why I'm overweight."

Stephanie clicked her tongue. "Hey. Your weight is just fine, Faith."

"I mean, I guess it is, but my joints and feet don't like it. I can stand for even less time because of my weight."

"Hm. And I guess you don't work out because of your disability."

"Yep, that's the thing."

"Aw, that sucks. Well, we'll take it slowly with you, and we'll get you into a shape that works for you!"

Faith lifted her cheeks to smile. "Thanks."

"So, no egg?"

"Well, I do need the iron."

"Meat has iron."

"Honestly, with my anxiety today, anything I eat this morning might not stick with me."

"Ah, that's why your stomach doesn't like eggs, or breakfast, I'm guessing, in a more broad term."

"Yeah." Faith nodded.

"Well, you should still eat." Faith nodded more. "How about I do the cooking, and you do the dishes?"

"Sure!"

"OK, have a seat at the island." Stephanie said, walking to the fridge as Faith rounded the corner of the island.

"Yeah, no."

"'No', what?" Stephanie placed ingredients from the fridge on the counter.

"I can't sit here." Faith sounded stressed. "They're too tall, and they don't have backs. My back'll get sore, and I'll have anxiety from sitting high up."

"You know we're gonna work on that, right?"

"I know."

"Oh, who am I kidding? There's a little table set, over in the corner, baby." Stephanie obtained a frying pan from the cabinets.

"Oh yeah, I saw." Faith went and sat at the table.

Stephanie laughed, turning on the burner. "Why didn't you just go there instead of stopping to have a panic attack about the stools?"

"Because I always make things difficult for myself."

"I think you told me that before." Stephanie opened the butter plate and cut into the butter with a spatula, plopping it on the pan.

"Oh, probably. If not, you figure it out pretty fast, from knowing me."

"Yep." Stephanie turned and leaned her back on the counter as the burner heated up.

"Haven't watched Titans, and I think I'll keep holding off on that."

"Yeah." Stephanie and I laughed. "Do you have a favourite Batman or DC movie?"

"Ooh, honestly? I thought Matt Reeves' The Batman nailed what it was going for. It was nice to see Robert Pattinson have a role that he was good at, well, at least I think he was good at." Stephanie turned to move the melting butter on the pan. "Sure, you could argue he's missing the massive build that Batman has, but he got the eye expression and mannerisms pretty spot-on, and they actually wrote Batman to care for people, that time. I'm looking forward to the next one."

"Nice." Stephanie cracked two eggs on the edge of the pan, and opened their contents onto the butter, tossing the egg shells into a green plastic bin beside a wood panelled bin under the island.

"I haven't watched any other DC film besides the first Aquaman movie with Jason Momoa."

"Oh, OK." Stephanie stabbed one of the yolks, and reached into a cupboard for seasonings. "What seasonings do you like?"

"Garlic, and a little bit of seasoning salt."

"OK!"

"It wasn't bad, honestly. Yes, seeing a whore with no common sense made me wanna eat her intestines every time she was on screen,"

"Pffft, oh my God, Faith! Savage!" Stephanie was placing bacon on the pan.

"Oh, bacon?"

"Yeah, you don't like it?"

"I'm picky with it. Do you have something else? Like Canadian bacon, or sausages?"

"I think I saw sausages in there, yeah." Stephanie sealed the Ziploc bag that held the package of bacon, and went into the fridge. "Yep! How many do you want?"

"Two, please!"

"And how much hashbrown?"

"Oh, it's the cut up kind?"

"Yep. Is that OK?"

"Yeah! I usually buy the patties. Um, but go with about a quarter of a cup."

"Sure, baby." Faith exhaled happily, Stephanie watching her happy expression and smiling back before focusing on opening the Ziploc bag containing the package of sausages and placing two on the pan.

"But she could have been a worse actress. She did the minimum, but I know sure as fucking shit that Mera deserved better."

"That's for sure." Stephanie leaned her back against the counter, glancing at the pan.

"I think a new star with the same beauty and a lot more talent would've made all the difference."

"Oh, absolutely."

"But other than that, it was not a waste of my time. It scratched the itch I had of a decent underwater fantasy adventure, but the itch was still there."

"Ooh, nice way of putting it."

"I hear Lost Kingdom was a mess, and I don't wanna waste my time when I could read something on Tumblr or AO3 that would be so much better."

Stephanie laughed, and turned to flip the eggs and meat. "Do you mostly reblog DC and MARVEL stuff?"

"Mostly DC, and now and then a smut fic with the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare or 2023's Mortal Combat 1 men."

"Pffft!"

"I have a type, but I also don't. It depends on what the horny needs." I laughed.

Stephanie removed the food sealing clip from the bag of hashbrowns and shook its opening over the pan. "Sorry, but I'm eyeballing this."

"Oh no, that's fine, I do that too."

"I couldn't see what you were doing, after your shadow-spider-demon disappeared and there was a beam that came down from a cluster of really pretty stars," Stephanie turned to Faith as she replaced the clip on the bag. "Which, hey, um, why did it have tentacles?"

"Because I wanted tentacles. My Animus is a shapeshifting Neo Spirit."

"Right, OK." Stephanie put away everything into the fridge. "Are you still a virgin, though?"

"Yeah, it was just an illusion."

"Ah."

"You know how, when you hump something, for me it's my bed or maternity pillow,"

Stephanie choked on air. "Yeah."

"Your body like, really gets into the fantasy?"

"Mhm."

"It was like that, but it was me and the ground."

"Ah, OK. How did you not wake up while crawling out of the window à la Kayako into the cold snow when the sun was just barely rising and then scampering off I think almost 1000 feet away to then hump and not only melt the snowy ground, but burn it along with a bunch of trees?"

Faith laughed with Stephanie. "Expert-level Dreamer mages, really meaning you have the skills equivalent to twenty years of training, are able to be so entranced by their own spells that they won't wake up without outside interference. But, like with sleep-walking, you must only wake a Dreamer if they're about to harm themselves, another living being, or a residential building, or have already done so. The best way to do this is with your voice and gentle physical contact, though the latter may not be effective or safe for the interrupter, and the former may not be effective with a normal voice. This is one of the reasons that Dragon Kin who can use the Thu'um and merfolk who can use the Mother Chords are so useful in Thalassic Space."

"Ooh, so someone like you, or a mermaid?"

"Dragon Kin include Dragon Form, Dragon Skin and Dragon Born people. Each are self-explanatory. Merfolk are, too, but some are born directly from Mother Mermaid and are called Mother-Born, and some Dragon Kin are direct offspring from Father Dragon and are, of course, called Father-Born. I'm not either of them."

"Oh, OK. I was gonna ask, 'cause that sounds cool!" Stephanie turned off the burner, reached up into a cupboard for plates and down into a drawer for cutlery, and filled the plates with food. "Do you want juice, milk, no, sorry, no milk for you," Faith laughed. Stephanie chortled. "Or just water?"

"What kind of juice is there?"

"Uh, let's see." Stephanie looked in the fridge. "Orange, apple, and peach mango."

"Orange."

"Same." Stephanie grabbed the jug and placed it on the counter. "Do you want a big glass or a little one?"

"Eh, a little one." Stephanie located a tall glass and a short glass from the cupboards, and filled them, then put the juice back. She brought the plates over, a fork on each plate, then the glasses of juice, Faith saying 'thank you' each time. "Wow, you've got really good table manners."

"For that part." Faith said, cutting the burnt pieces of egg away with her fork as Stephanie sat in a chair across from her. "Everything else I take after my dad, R-I-P."

"Pfft." Stephanie cut into her egg, and ate it. "So you eat like a redneck?"

"I eat like I'm in a hurry, again because I've got things to do,"

"Mhm."

"And because of my little arms and how I can move my wrists," Faith put down her fork and touched the area of her forearm above her wrists on the underside of her arms with the pinkie and ring finger of both hands. Stephanie's jaw opened. "I sometimes make messes when moving things. Even at work, that's how I drop stuff. Plus, having small hands." Faith cut into her egg, this time to eat it.

"I see." Stephanie chuckled, eating more egg. "What does that feel like?"

"It feels like I'm pulling on a muscle. My wrists are little sore, now, but it's not bad." Faith shook out her hands, and massaged the underside of her forearms.

"Are you flexible elsewhere?" Faith scooted back her chair, held her left foot with her right hand, and held it up to her head, her back barely having shifted. "Damn! Not bad."

"Yeah, my leg ain't straight, but it can go there."

"Nice. So really, the only issues here are your hypotonia, scoliosis, and your weight."

"No, my deformed feet, too."

"Right. I saw, when you were walking around naked. It looks painful."

"Only when I walk for too long, or I bump it against something."

"Right, I think you said that in the group chat." The two were silent, for about ten seconds. "Oh, how does your Fairy Persona work? 'Cause your Mermaid Persona works with your magic pearl, right?"

"Yep! Do you remember her name?" Faith drank some juice, then began eating her sausages.

Stephanie paused, chewing bacon. "I don't think you said that, in the group chat."

"Oh yeah. It's Ønske. And my Fairy Persona is named Solas."

"Ønske. What's that mean?"

"Desire."

"Ooh. Does they have their own stories, like your Dragon Persona?"

"Solas was earned by my demigoddess self after she saved some people for Danu, the Celtic Fairy Queen. Sunrise coloured wings until a new moon, then black and sparkly.”

Stephanie hummed with a mouth full of food, and swallowed to talk. “Cool!”

“And Ønske’s story is Anastasia, but in Thalassic Space."

Stephanie gasped. "I love that movie!"

"Honestly, who doesn't? Losers, that's who."

"Real."

"People who don't like musicals."

"True."

"And probably some guy named Daren."

"Ha! Some guy named Daren, ha ha!"

"No offense to my uncle Daren, he's a nice guy, I'm talking about the neckbeard Daren."

"Mhm."

Faith rested her fork, still in her hand, on the plate, just before she move onto the hashbrowns. She looked into Stephanie's eyes, making the other pause. "Do you want me to try and tell Ønske’s story, or is that enough for now?" Faith released her fork, and drank juice.

"Yes! Yes, I want to know the story, hee hee hee." More of a cackle than a giggle. Stephanie stabbed some hashbrowns and ate them. Faith giggled at Stephanie's cackle. "Ønske was born on planet Bafsina, meaning 'basin' in Neofom." She began to eat hashbrowns, too.

"What's that?"

"Oh, I think I only told this to Bruce, so I'll say it again. Man, I hope the others read the lore from TSRPG so I won't have to say this a third time. You know the rule for repeating exposition, in stories, right?"

"Yep! Three times is the max, unless you want your readers to get annoyed and bored."

"Unless it's for comedic affect."

"True."

"Neofom is the language of Neo Spirits, who are the opposite of Nero Spirits, who speak Nerobzal, and originate from the Suspensions of a person's Soul Bridge, while Nero Spirits are from the Underside. They represent self-love, dreams, and good memories, and again, Nero Spirits are the opposite."

"And you said your Animus is a Neo Spirit?"

"Yes. My Shadow would be a Nero Spirit. My Ego, which is just me, is the Canon Spirit."

"Oh, so the Map of the Soul is part of the lore, too?"

"Yeah, it helps to explain what everything is in terms that people would be more familar with."

"Who are 'people'?"

"The future readers of my novels."

"Ohhhh, oh, of course, sorry."

"It's fine." Faith chuckled. "Oh, I should say, though, since Bruce is definitely listening right now,"

"Yep."

"Argophael was speaking Nerobzal."

"He was?"

"Yes, but in character, because we were role-playing."

"Oh, OK. So Neo and Nero Spirits know each other's languages."

"Yes, and there's a petty rivalry over which is more natural for the Soul Bridge born Spirits of Thalassic Space to speak. As a reminder, and please repeat this to everyone, when anyone is doubting if I'm doing this to torment people, or if the Spirits are actually in control: the characters of Thalassic Space, meaning those named in the novel, are all Actors of the Rondo Theatre, and some come from the other eight Theatres that are run by the other muse children. All of us are friends and colleagues, and most of us are dead, in a coma, or are lucid dreaming. The only person, right now, who could potentially ruin the Theatres and their Actors is Ra's."

"Right. I'll remember that, Faith, thanks." Faith nodded. "Can you run me through the alphabet of each language, if that's not too complicated?"

"Sure! It's just a letter substitution language. Each has twenty-six letters, like the English alphabet. Rule number one: when writing and speaking either language, if you would repeat a translated letter, you do not write or speak the second letter, and put an apostrophe in the place of the second, and speak a light exhale, like," Faith vocalised a short exhale through her mouth. "Which you would right out as h, if you were to substitute the apostrophe for a letter." Stephanie mimicked the exhale. "Yes, just like that."

"Cool!"

"Rule number two: when reading or speaking either language, keep the tone of the word in English while merging the pronunciation of the translated letter, unless it conflicts with the tone of the syllable in the translated language. For example, mommy and daddy in Neofom is mam-ot-mam'-yab af-nad dafd-dyab. Note how the translated words now have more syllables, as we are wanting to speak each translated letter, secondly, that the expected e sound associated with the letter y becomes the translated letter entirely, which is common but not always applicable, hence why we keep in mind the tone of the word in English to guide how we speak a translated word, and third, that the accent and pace becomes breathy, slowed, and romantic, in the case of Neofom, or intimidating, in the case of Nerobzal. This is also meant to evoke memories of the bonds between Neofom and Neo Spirits, and Neofom when used in Elevifeb spells, as it is with Nerobzal and Nero Spirits, and Nerobzal when used in Eledisfeb spells.”

"I think you lost me, there."

"Oh, that's fine. It's in the planning document. I think the only people in the group that this will be interesting to are Bruce and Tim."

"Yeah." Stephanie laughed with Faith.

"So, for Neofom: af, spelled a-f, in reference to the word after, b, c, d, e, ph (fuh), spelled p-h, pronounced like the Vietnamese pho, again referencing the word after," Stephanie hummed. "G, ho, 'cause Santa, and yes, spelled h-o," Stephanie giggled. "K, la, chosen because it's a melodic word, ma, associated with motherhood, na, sounds like the babble of a baby, ot (oht), spelled o-t, and you say the o like a Skyrim Nord, not aught,"

Stephanie giggled more. "Not aught, OK."

"And chosen because the English word it sounds like, oat, of course, is associated with deities of agriculture, p, q, r, si (sigh), not see, because when you first come to the North Pole, you will sigh in relief that you are literally in the safest place in the galaxy,"

Stephanie hummed. "Wow, two Santa Claus references."

Faith giggled. "I dunno if I told you this, or Bruce, or none of you, but Santa is one of the eldest three Astral and Ebony Giant Elves, specifically an Astral Giant Elf. Do you know who Nerobzal is?"

"Yeah, he's the big bad of Thalassic Space, right?"

"Yes. Do you remember what his angel name was?"

"Uh. Uh."

"I'll take that as a no. It was Erophael, like ey-ro."

"Erophael. And your Animus is Argophael."

"Yes. Do you know what Argo was, in Greek Mythology?"

"Uh. No." Stephanie heaved a laugh. "I'm so sorry!" She swallowed the last of her hashbrowns, and drank more juice.

"Oh, it's fine. It was a ship built with the help of the gods that Jason and the Argonauts sailed from Iolcos to Colchis to retrieve the Golden Fleece. Part of the main novel is supposed to be an analogy of that because Thalaassic Space has pirates, and the captain who sails some of the main characters from Canada to England has a similar life story." Faith finished her meal. "Her deadname was Jason." Faith chuckled.

Stephanie laughed. "Oh, OK. Cool! Are there lots of trans and gender-queer people in your stories?"

Faith nodded. "Oh yeah, lots of 'em."

"Is ero Greek, too?"

"It has multiple meanings. In Creek, it means squirrel. In Esperanto, it means 'a bit, a single element, piece or component of a large mass or collection'. And in Finnish, it means 'difference, distinction,' is an ellipsis of avioero, meaning 'divorce', and also 'resignation, discharge, dismissal, separation, parting, and rid'. All relevant to who Erophael was, and became as Nerobzal."

"Huh. Wow, that's really well-thought out."

"Honestly, I typed out something that sounded like Argophael, and then I discovered it meant all those things, so I've kept it."

"Is that how you come up with everything?"

"Yep!"

Stephanie went limp in her chair, jaw open. Faith laughed. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, most of the lore is me picking up a random thing from either Norse, Greek or Egyptian mythology, and rarely Buddhism and ancient Chinese mythology, even though Vishnu and the Four Symbols are most powerful, I don't actually have much fleshed out for them. I see if it fits, and try again if it doesn't. I usually get it right on the first or second try. And I connect things as I go, taking inspiration from my actual dreams and from all the media that I like, all so that people can both find familiar things and new things when they discover Thalassic Space."

"That is brilliant and so fucking cool, Faith!"

"Thank you! Uh, where was I? Oh! ut (ooht), like in root, v, wa (wah), like the baby from the "Look at the little baby" asdfmovie,"

"Wah!" Stephanie giggled.

"Wah!" Faith giggled. "X, yl (yihl), z."

"Mm, no footnotes for yl? Also, I wanna see all this written out, so I can see it in my mind."

"Yeah, nothing to note about yl. Also, uh, sure, I didn't bring my phone with me, though."

"I did! Here, lemme give you my Notes app." Stephanie produced her phone, unlocked and interacted with it, and offered it to Faith.

"Thank you."

"Mhm!" Faith typed on the phone. She set it down on the table.

"Ohhh, OK, I see. You even typed out the other language, and labelled them for me."

"As you can see, for Nerobzal: az (ahz), which doesn't have lore relevance but is supposed to sound like Black Speech from The Lord of the Rings,"

"Hell yeah!"

"Bz, which is literally part of the word-slash-name Nerobzal, c, d, e, phz, the sound of insect demons, collectively called The Hive, and is where lots of the rape porn comes from,"

"Eugh."

"Yeah, as a monster fucker, I actually fear infestation. The phallic parts I'm OK with, but they're always too big, and then there's the whole nesting part, and I just," Faith shuddered with her whole upper body. "Nope. No thank you. Sex is not supposed to be painful or life-endangering, much less non-consensual."

"Damn right."

"Next is g, hz, again, insect noise, k, lab, mam, nan, all three are Black Speech inspired, oz, which, if you say awz instead of ohz, fuck you," Faith said, casually. Stephanie guffawed. "P, q, r, sr (sir), which is relevant lore-wise because sometimes Nero Spirits call the Four Princes of Hell Sir or Sire instead of Master or Prince, t, uz (ooze), which evokes images of plague, relevant because of the undead of Nerobzal's army, also insect demons again, because ew," Stephanie made a vomiting noise. "V, wz (whz), meant to remind of the wicked voice of the Domain of Platonia, somewhere between a whisper and a rumble, x, yab, Black Speech inspired again, and z."

"Wow! That's cool! Thanks for the big, fun lesson, he he."

"You're welcome! You now know a little more about the chaos in my brain, yippee!" Faith mimicked the meme.

"Yippee!" Stephanie echoed. The girls giggled.

"And, uh… oh. Oh, we got here because you wanted to know the story of my Mermaid Persona, and then I was also gonna tell you Solas' story."

"Oh yeah, right." Stephanie laughed, Faith joining.

"You can do that later." Bruce said, stepping into the room. "You wasted almost ten extra minutes, just talking about lore, and we have to get to the Belfry."

"Whoops!" Faith said. She moved her eyes to Stephanie. "Later."

"Yes, later. Let's go." The girls put the dishes in the sink, Stephanie running water over them, then they exited the mansion with Bruce. Faith stared, mouth wide open, as the three walked to the black 2024 Rolls-Royce Spectre.

"Have you ever been in a car like this?" Bruce asked, a little smile on his face.

"You mean one that probably costs at least half a million?" Faith replied.

"Yes, actually, it was over half a mil'."

"No, never."

"Hm, well. Do you want to ride in the front?"

"Yes, please." Faith said. Stephanie giggled, and entered the right back door as Bruce and Faith entered the driver and passenger doors.

The Spectre slowed as it rolled into the Belfry and came to a stop and its ignition was killed. Stephanie quickly left the vehicle and opened the passenger door while Bruce exited at a normal pace and walked ahead. Faith's laughter echoed in the garage as Stephanie helped her out. Faith stumbled, and Stephanie, already holding her arm, snapped her other hand to support Faith's back.

"Is she OK?" Dick chuckled, as Bruce stopped at the computer screens, where Dick, Barbara and Tim had gathered, Barbara giggling along.

"Oh, just ask her." Bruce said. Stephanie guided Faith for a few strides, then released Faith. She was still laughing as the girls came to the others.

"YOU GUYS GO THAT FAST ALL THE TIME?!" Faith said, laughing. The others laughed. "I mean, I guess you do, with all the stuff you do on the rooftops, but holy unsprayed cat in a crate," More laughter from the others. "That was insane, and really fun!"

"We were running late because Faith decided to yap about the languages of Thalassic Space, and almost was going to yap about the stories of her Fairy and Mermaid Personas, which is what she was originally going to yap about." Bruce said.

"I'm still kinda confused on the rules, but Faith just confirmed to me how friggin' cool and smart she is." Stephanie laughed.

"Thanks." Faith giggled.

Tim said, "Yeah, I read, like, everything in your planning document, and you were super thorough with every possible detail, but all of it was easy to understand. Well, at least to people who can see the whole picture as you describe every last detail."

"Thank you! Yeah, big brains are who Thalassic Space was made for."

"Oh, it shows."

"I bet the rules of the languages made sense to you immediately."

"Oh yeah, that was easy to understand. And I mean that as a compliment." Tim said. Faith nodded.

Dick said, "You ready to start, Faith?" Faith nodded more. "Awesome." He gestured with a hand for Faith to follow him and Barbara to a more open part of the room. "First things first: stretching."

"She's actually kind of flexible!" Stephanie said. "She can touch her head with her foot, if she holds it."

"Oh?" Dick said, eyes returning to Faith.

"Not standing up, yet." Faith laughed. Barbara chuckled.

"Well, that'll make things a little easier, even if you can't do it while standing, yet. Still, this is day one, so we're just going to see what you can and cannot do, and do some exercises together. If you feel like it, we'll show you a few moves. We'll get to making you stronger and faster as the days roll on, 'kay?"

"OK!" Said Faith.

Faith dropped onto the couch on the upper level of the Belfry with a cold, wet rag on her forehead, wiping it around her face and neck, the pits and neckline of her shirt wet with perspiration, her chest heaving but slowing down. Barbara sat beside her, and Dick beside Barbara, Stephanie taking a seat on the arm of the couch to the right of Faith, Tim and Bruce standing in front of the couch. The sun was beginning to dim. Bruce handed Faith a bottle of water. "Thank you." Faith said.

"You're welcome."

"You still feeling OK, hon?" Said Barbara.

Faith nodded. "Yeah. Still feels better, but also super strained."

Dick said, "You only fell from your knees popping five times."

"That's a lot for one day, much less a week."

"And hey, we caught you, the other eight times." Tim said. "And! No knee dislocations!"

"Woo hoo!" Faith raised her stiff, tired arms in celebration, only able to reach her forehead. "Ow."

"Woo hoo!" Tim raised his arms at the elbow. The group laughed.

"Like we said," Said Dick. "At some point, you should be able to carry on, despite whatever your body does. Even if that's to safety." Faith nodded. "But you did good, today! Really good!"

"Yeah!" Said Tim.

"You sure did, Faith." Barbara said.

"Yeah, that was kind of impressive, your legs obviously aren't weak right now, you've just got a situation." Stephanie said.

"If you keep this up, it shouldn't be long before you'll able to go out with us." Said Bruce. Faith smiled with her cheeks. "How's that sound?"

"Sounds great! Thanks, everyone."

"You're welcome."

"You're very welcome!" Said Dick.

"We're here for you, hon." Barbara said.

"Heck yeah!" Said Tim.

"Always, baby." Stephanie said.

"'Baby'?" Repeated Tim, with a chuckle.

"What? I told you I'd pick her up, if she wanted." Stephanie said. Faith giggled.

"Yeah, you did." Tim, Dick, Barbara and Faith laughed.

"I brought your bag in the car, Faith." Said Bruce. "I thought you might want to stay here, so we don't have to bring you back and forth."

"Oh, perfect. Thanks, Bruce." Bruce hummed.

"I'll get it out for you and bring it up here, and then I think I'll head out."

"Thank you." Bruce nodded, then walked to the stairs to the lower level.

"All right, who's hungry?"

"C'est moi." Faith said, with a scoffed 'moi'. The group laughed.

"All right, you and me, Steph, let's get dinner out of the oven, and make a salad."

"OK!" Stephanie slid off the arm of the couch, and went with Tim.

"Shower time, miss Faith?" Barbara said, making eye contact.

"Yes, pliz." Barbara giggled, then rose to her feet, offering her hands to Faith. Faith accepted the help, and the two walked to one of the doors upstairs. Dick watched. Watched.

Hummed to himself. 'Babs has a perfectly formed ass, but Faith has a lot of ass. So much that it's part of her thighs, and mm, her thighs! Barbara's thighs are so, soooo good, don't get me wrong. And I'm not trying to say I'm going to jump into Faith-alley just for a taste, a feel. But I would. I totally would, if I wasn't trying to be loyal to Babs, for once, aaaand if she wouldn't beat the crap outta me.'

Bruce had ascended the Belfry and knocked on the bathroom door, giving Faith's dufflebag to Barbara, who closed the door afterwards, Bruce leaving for the stairs and his car.

'Barbara's got nice boobs, though.' Dick almost whistled, releasing the breath as an exhale instead. 'Hoo, that was close! Bab's got an even bigger personality, though, and a big mind and heart. I know her. She's just a beautiful, gorgeous woman.'

'Faith had a reduction for a very valid reason. I'm not saying I wish she hadn't had work done. I am curious to look at what she looks like, though. They bounce just as well as any other boobs do. She kept frowning at her legs and stomach, and Faith said she feels so bulky and bloated.'

'Babs told her that was OK, that it's a normal thing to feel that even she and Steph feel. It's a womanly experience, to do something and feel your body do something you don't like. Hell, even men feel that way, but in different places and with different thoughts behind the 'ick'. And Faith looked at her arms, and told us that she hated them 'cause it was taking more effort to connect hits with them. She has to lean and lunge for it to work, and right now, it's arguably her hardest task, aside from re-learning how to run and jump. But she'll get there. We all know that time is key, here. She's got a good attitude about it all, aside from that. She sure likes to make jokes.'

'Tim, Babs and I talked before Bruce, Steph and Faith got here. I'm sure Steph has realised this, too. I don't even need to think if Bruce has, I just know he has. But the reason Faith does it so frequently has to be her way to cope with anxiety. Her experience as a child who was told to stay in her room and be quiet, sometimes without toys or even permission to read or write. She had to sit and think until her mom came in, or called her out, and…' Dick sighed. 'All of us know what isolation like that is like.'

'I'm not saying we should steer her in the direction of using comedy less often, no, that's a part of her that we all enjoy, and she's not bad at comedy, either! She makes herself laugh because silence reminds her of that isolation, and she wants to make others laugh to try and make friends. It's not a stretch to think that's why she became a stortyteller, too. Friends; that's something we all know, including Faith, that she desperately needs. I think our strategy of not just going along with her jokes but guiding her back towards the relevant topic has been working out. And, while Faith was in the bathroom earlier, Bruce said that in a casual conversation where she isn't using laughter she might say something really out of nowhere that might hurt our feelings, and respond to that being called out with anger. I don't think so. Neither does Tim, Barbara or Stephanie.'

'Tim and I think she would freeze up and be unable to even apologise, but her face will say everything, and Babs thinks the frozen state will have a break, but her face will stay the same, except for her eyes, and she'll say 'sorry' then. Stephanie said Babs had taken the words right outta her mouth. That made sense to Tim, Bruce and I, too. Bruce told us what she did, around 5 AM. Hoo, wanna talk about someone who needs Zatanna as a tutor! And I mean that respectfully. She has Sagittarius A, a black hole for her left eye, and the O-type star from her now non-fictional galaxy for her right eye, if she uses, I think, her demigoddess powers! That's just wicked cool!'

'Sure, she burned some of the forest near the mansion, but as a creation dragon, she could have reversed the damage, right? And we haven't even seen her use the black hole, yet! All of us agree that, if Faith can be taught to control when and how much she uses her magic, and gets her strength back plus whatever else we can give her, she'll be golden! And that's really, really exciting. All of this is probably on her mind too. She'll be counting on us to remind her of it, until she won't need it, or at least as often.'

'Let's be honest, it'll be the latter. And that's OK. We all know that the past isn't something you can just leave behind. We carry it in different ways. Faith carries it in her heart, and is trusting enough to share it with others, as is in great need of doing so. She's a wonderful fit into the team.'

Dick sighed, Ra's face and retellings of his actions flashing into Dick's mind. 'I sure hope all of this will be enough to tell him to leave her the hell alone. If not, and he actually kills her in that one way, we're all going to be in deep trouble. We talked about who could summon which unicorn, too. It's one hundred percent possible to stop Red Storm Earth before the one hour mark, hell, the ten minute mark. But I have a sinking feeling that it won't be that easy. And I don't even know why. Tim doesn't either, and he read all of the lore.'

'Oh. It's that Ra's could use Platonia again, right? Is that how he entered Faith's dream? That led to her Animus leaving the dream world to defend her, among other things. I'm sorry, are we sure that was an illusion? It probably was just an illusion, Dick.'

'Platonia recognises Ra's as a demon, not a human, so after the first time he passed through, and found Faith's dragon tomb, it stopped trying to eat him. And, if he has a Nero Persona, it sounds like we're royally screwed. The Invitation of Nerobzal sounds just as scary as Red Storm Earth, even if it works differently. I have to make the comparison that I know everyone else has probably made: Faith is like Raven, in that if things aren't under control, things will be really bad. Could we even prevent all of that? Could Faith prevent all of that? We were going to ask her, during dinner. I bet there's lore that Faith hasn't written down, yet. She should write it down, and some more, so it's all there and Ra's can't cheat. Or cheat again.'

Dick's eyes were drawn to the bathroom door as it opened. He drew in and held a breath as he beheld Faith: her hair was very curly and voluminous, although the lower half was mostly still wet, and, bra-less, Dick could make out what her boobs were like, better than he had before. She had changed into black shorts and a purple short-sleeved shirt. 'Damn! Oh my God, her legs are so yummy looking.'

Barbara cleared her throat. Dick closed his mouth and blinked, making eye contact with her. "Sorry." He said to Faith, "Sorry."

She giggled. "You're fine with me, I'm too tired to sing Ashnikko lyrics right now."

Barbara said, "Pffft."

"And I'm not the probably slightly angry redhead." Faith walked to the stairs.

"Oh wow! Would you look at that!" Barbara said, approaching the couch, Dick swiftly standing up. "That would be me!"

"I swear that my eyes are the only thing that will go anywhere near her, Barbara."

"Oh, good! I'd hate to have to punish you for infidelity." Barbara patted Dick's upper chest. Dick just nodded. He followed her downstairs and to the table.

They heard Faith cheering, Stephanie echoing her and Tim laughing at them. Dinner was ready. Barbara sat at the left head, next to Tim, Stephanie at the right head, Faith occupying the chair to her left. Dick had three options: take the empty chair beside Tim, and play it safe but always have to look at Faith when he raised his head, or sit beside Faith, and accept Barbara's challenge. 'Oh, hell.' Thought Dick.

He sat beside Faith, who had her right foot crossed over her left thigh. She looked at him, her hair thankfully too wet to graze his arm, and she smiled with her cheeks at him. He returned the smile, then Faith sighed, looking at the meal before them. They were having chicken wings, salad and baked potatoes. Dick looked at Tim, who made an expression with one side of his face, looking at Barbara. Dick looked at Barbara, who rested her chin on the back of her hands, elbows on the table, and flashed a smile at him as they made eye contact. 'Oh boy.'

Barbara mouthed, 'I love you.' And scrunched up her eyes, smiling.

'I love you too.' Dick mouthed back, and smiled, his eyes failing to get with the program, blinking for help to the ceiling instead.

Barbara parted her lips to respond when Faith said, "Man, ya'll didn't think to get fixings for the baked potatoes?" There was only butter. No ranch dressing or sour cream, and no cheese, green onions or bacon bits. Stephanie wheezed a laugh.

"Sorry, we were on a budget." Tim said.

"Fair enough. Still, my dad would be sad." Faith giggled. Stephanie and Barbara laughed.

"OK, well, dig in!" Said Tim. Faith unfurled her leg onto the ground with a thud, and used her hands to move four chicken wings onto her plate. Tim laughed. "You know there's tongs, right?"

"Yeah, but this is faster." Faith said, while the others began to fill their plates. "Also, I don't care. I'm not putting them back, and I didn't lick my fingers or touch a dog or cat, or have a dog or cat lick my hands, and I just got out of the shower." Faith took a bite, the others laughing.

Dick thought, 'I guess she's also just a natural comedian. I'm sure she's learned how to be this funny, but it's still a good part of her personality.'

"OK, all right." Tim said. "Are you gonna scoop the salad with your hands, too?"

"No! What am I, a dog in a sweater controlled by a human?" More laughter from the group. Faith reached over the table. The group started to chuckle. Her arms were short by about a foot. "May I please have the salad?" Faith said, chuckling. Barbara and Stephanie giggled with her.

Dick laughed and said, "Sure." He moved his plate a little to make room for the bowl, then Faith used the salad tossers to put salad on her plate.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Dick moved the bowl back. Faith picked up the chicken wing she had started. She stared at the wall for one second, and the next second, she tucked in her lips and her cheeks became red. "Uh-oh. What are you thinking, miss Faith?"

"I'm not a dog in a sweater," Faith's sentence devolved into wheezing laughter. "Controlled by a human." She pointed at Tim. "Silent Hill 2."

"Oh God." Tim said. Faith laughed. "The dog ending." The others laughed.

"I'm gonna write in the planning document that the next time Ra's goes into Platonia, it shows him the Door of Nonsense and triggers that ending, but the credits all say names of the Batfamily."

"Oh-ho-kay!" Tim laughed with the others.

"A-ha-and," Faith sniffled. "When he exits, the door will keep cycling him through different horror and JRPG titles until he demands to go home." She giggled, and bit into the chicken wing she held.

"OK, hon!" Said Barbara, the others laughing a little.

Tim asked, "Do you have any ideas on how to cut Ra's out of Thalassic Space that would work long term?"

"Mm, besides the Invitation of Nerobzal? We all know he won't agree to have the Departed take his memories and knowledge of Thalassic Space." Tim and Barbara hummed in agreement. "But if Ra's doesn't find out about the ritual, which is the only other disaster-level event he could learn about and trigger that I implemented in the lore so that zombies and demons felt more natural and important to the possible events of Thalassic Space,"

"It fits nicely." Said Barbara.

"Thank you. Uh, yes, I have one other idea, but it's not in the planning document."

"What's your idea?"

"I would commission the Father Born and Mother Born to hunt him non-lethally, and not only remove that information from him but program his brain to ignore it and deny it as true, no matter what methods he or others may try to use to restore it." The others hummed in interest, Faith taking another bite of her chicken wing.

"That sounds like it could work. You should write it down." Barbara said. Faith nodded.

"How would you convince the Father Born and Mother Born to help you?" Dick asked.

"I would give them each a treasure or sexual pleasure, or assist them in other ways, in exchange for this. I wrote down the names of the current Father Born and Mother Born somewhere."

"Yeah, it's not in the document." Tim said.

"I think it's currently exclusively in a story called Realm of Album, in which I'm summoned to help the Mages Guild there because the elf king is having problems that only a Jester Playwright like me could help with." The group hummed in interest. "I can't remember their names, off the top of my head. I'll open the document later and tell you before I put them in the document, Tim."

"Sure, OK."

"Like I said, the idea isn't written down, but it would work because of how the Guilds serve the people, and that's why it would pass the legislation of At'fman Lawbzal."

"What's that?" Stephanie asked.

"It means 'Amen to the Fate of Man, Law of Beyond Zone Acceleration Lord'. The first clause-word is what people who worship the O-type star's spirit say while raising their right arm, then left arm, diagonally." Faith did this motion. "It's the 'Praise the sun' gesture from Dark Souls, but as steps of a contemporary jazz choreography." Barbara wheezed, choked on her food a little. "Da da da," Faith sang breathily, lowering her right, then left arm, the others laughing and Barbara drinking water from a glass. "Da da, da da." Faith ended the routine with her arms raised, two da's per arm. Faith rested her arms and took a second to eat again.

"The second clause-word reminds worshippers of the O-star's spirit that Nerobzal is not evil and is actually an Actor, who is so dedicated to and perfect for his role that he fools hateful people, who I'll just call Kaleido because it's accurate to the lore, into believing he's real and the true God, hence the 'Lord' part of the clause-word, and why he's called Hebzal, Himbzal and Hisbzal by Kaleido, who believe in a literal theatrical act. Other Actors, like Neo and Nero Spirits, call Nerobzal's Actor he, him and his because they're Actors, too. The idea is for the Neo and Nero Spirits to shock Kaleido time and again by using those those pronouns and revealing that he's just an Actor, discrediting their claims that Nerobzal is God." Dick and Barbara hummed with intrigue, and Stephanie hummed in awe. Tim hummed, nodding. "'Beyond Zone Acceleration' is a reminder that the magic Kaleido are using is from Sagittarius A, meaning it's Eledisfeb, and Kaleido want to use it for evil instead of to naturally balance out Elevifeb, because that's just how magic systems works, and ecosystems, hence why Kaleido are so crazy and unwilling to listen, just as radical right-wing people are."

"Oh OK," Stephanie said. "So, the politics in Thalassic Space that you're arguing for is left wing."

"Yes." Faith gave a firm nod.

"That makes sense."

"You can't be gay or an ally, much less dress alternatively, in particular goth, and be conservative."

"That's right!" Said Barbara. Tim hummed in agreement.

"It is the people who take advantage of the Actor's in-story powers as a Fallen Angel who are the enemy."

"Right." Dick said.

Faith started her second chicken wing. "Kaleido was chosen as the name that conquered the mostly vampire cult of Kitsch in northern Italy, which worshipped demons and Satan respectfully and safely, because the people who abuse and murder those who don't fit their expectations of a human and-or a Christian look into chapels of God through the kaleidoscope created by the painted glass often used in churches rather than looking at the Bible and recognising its merits and faults in modern times."

"Ohhh. I actually really like that."

"Thank you! That confusion and misdirected anger is what the Cult of Asherah was supposed to clarify so the crimes that have happened across time could be prevented. But the Yahwehists, all those years ago, proclaimed Asherah to be an idol and the people who served her idol worshippers. The career of prostitution has been bastardised by too many men and women for too long."

"That's true!" Stephanie said.

"Even in modern times, when prostitution makes a lot of money, it's not safe to be a prostitute." The others hummed and nodded. "So, I fixed that, in Thalassic Space." Faith bit off and chew more chicken. "The Thieves, Assassins and Mages Guilds all support and shelter prostitutes and those at risk, allowing the revived Cult of Asherah to educate people about safe sex and how to protect themselves and others from predators."

"Kitsch wasn't a malicious organisation until the Cànova siblings fulfilled the Fool's Promise, which is the part of the Fool's Poem that describes what happens to people who submit themselves to Nerobzal. It was just supposed to be directions for the makeup artists and costume designers of the Theatres in the Dream World on Paper to use for Actors. Magdalene and Malakai took it seriously, and they roped Mamazsr'azcre into it too." Faith looked at Dick, Barbara and Stephanie. "His name means 'massacre', in Nerobzal."

"Oh!" Said Dick.

"Grand Vampire Lady Brunetta heard Father Dragon shout it in the sky in the dream she had, the night she went into labour, and she and Grand Vampire Lord Müth interpreted it as a challenge to overcome, which he was doing until Magdalene and Malakai came to drag him into their plan to murder their parents and seize Kitsch. They didn't know why Müth and Brunetta were in the master bedroom and didn't fight back. The reason was hidden by the Four Symbols of Chinese astrology until the third incarnation of the O-star's spirit returned to Thalassic Space to help the people stop Kaleido once and for all."

"Oh!" Said Dick, as Faith ate more. "Sorry, are you the third incarnation of the O-star's spirit, and that's why you have it for your right eye, when you use your demigoddess powers?"

"Eh, sort of? I'll get there."

"No worries."

"Why were Brunetta and Müth vulnerable?" Barbara asked.

"Brunetta was pregnant while Magdalene and Malakai counselled with dark sorcerers to find a portal to the Lightless Realm, where Krampus used to reign over the Astral Elves and where the siblings discovered a copy of the Fool's Poem in Krampus' hut."

"Oh, that answers a question I had." Said Dick.

"Oh, good." Faith giggled. Dick chuckled with her. "So, if you're wondering, there's no way for Ra's to learn about what he's getting himself into, in my dragon tomb."

"He deserves to find out the hard way."

"I hear that, yep. Um, the flight of the Astral and Snow Elves from the Lightless Realm and Lightful Realm, which Santa used to reign, is a story for another time. Believe it or not, I can stay on topic, when it comes to my lore." The others laughed. "Brunetta had an intersex child named Maury, a derivative of Maurice, which means 'dark skinned', because they were the first and only Obsidian Infant, their body made from one of the Eledisfeb-filled asteroids of the asteroid belt to the west of Sagittarius A. Its existence was seen as proof that Sagittarius A was not a destructive astral object as it is in the Milky Way galaxy. There's an asteroid belt of Elevifeb-filled asteroids to the east of the O-type star, too, but I can't tell you who has the first Goshenite Child because spoilers."

Barbara said, "Wait, is it your demigoddess-slash-dragon self?" "Nope! It's a child born in The Double Eight of Thalassic Space, but it's not my child."

"Hm, all right."

"There's also lore about the Oracles finding out what Sagittarius A* actually is, thanks to Hirokou, a member of the Cloud Casters, seven students who met when they enrolled at Cedillo Imagination Magic Academy in Princess Georgina, which, yes, is UNBC, Prince George. The Cloud Casters volunteered and were chosen by the Oracles to help the third incarnation of the O-star's spirit feel more welcomed. Again, skipping the lore."

"Thank you." Said Tim. The group chuckled. "As simple and good as the reveal is, thank you for skipping it this time."

"Maury had been sensed by the Four Symbols upon his conception, and when they were born, had split them into four Crowns, which they gave to the Guilds to present to the people of Thalassic Space for them to hide until the third incarnation of the O-star."

"Where was um, Mamaz…?"

"Mam-az-sir-h-az-cre. There's an apostrophe after the translated s, so there's a short breath."

"Mamazsr'azcre."

"Yeah, you got it!"

Dick said, "Mamazsr'azcre."

"Yep!"

"I don't even need to try." Tim said.

"Yeah, I don't doubt that." Faith said. The group laughed.

"I'm gonna skip on that, thanks." Stephanie said. Faith giggled. "Mamazsr'azcre was helping his cat anthro friends, Dohannar and Wysherah, free anthros and elves from the human traffickers that Magdalene and Malakai had wriggled into, thanks to their vampiric charisma, before they got frustrated with certain human traffickers for being fake radical right wingers and decided to find the Fool's Poem to put everyone under their boots."

"Right." Said Tim. "Faith, why don't you eat for a couple minutes, and I'll take it from here?"

"OK, yes, thank you." Faith sighed. The group chuckled.

"No problem. Magdalene and Malakai started a fire on the farm that Mamazsr'azcre, Dohannar and Wysherah sheltered people at."

"Uh-oh!" Said Dick.

"Malakai disembowelled Wysherah, who was nine months pregnant."

"Holy smokes! That's just evil!"

"Magdalene and Malakai won a mixed magic and melee duel against Dohannar and Mamazsr'azcre, and as Dohannar laid unconscious, Magdalene whispered into her brother's ear the Fool's Poem. Mamazsr'azcre tore off his jaw and gouged his eyes as Magdalene and Malakai had."

"Eugh!" Said Stephanie.

"That's what the Fool's Promise demands of the living to accept Nerobzal's as their God. Before the siblings returned to Italy to kill their parents, Mamazsr'azcre gifted Dohannar's soul to Nero Ba'al Berith, a demon whose name means Lord of the Covenant. Like Baalzebub, he's called the Lord of Flies. Ba'al Berith is a red-skinned soldier in red who rides a red horse and wears a crown."

Faith said, "It was literally the decisions of two awful people that began the First War for the O-star’s Spirit."

"Yep. She was first incarnated as Nith, the first daughter of Santa Claus, born September 4th, 1949."

"Oh, that's your birthday!" Said Stephanie to Faith.

"Nith was murdered by Magdalene, disguised as a Glacial Fairy, at two days old." Dick, Barbara and Stephanie clicked their tongues and made noises of pity. "The Snow Elves, Astral Elves, Santa and Mary Claus cast a spell at the catacomb chapel of Kaleido, directly hitting Magdalene. Malakai was doing his thing, which I can tell you about next, and Mamazsr'azcre worked with dark sorcerers to grow and improve the army of undead, vampires and werewolves that festered in the catacombs of the chapel until the end of the Third War. The elves and anthros came together to form the Guilds under the command of Father Dragon and Mother Mermaid and the Father Born and Mother Born, after the first war, and their human allies helped them. The O-star's spirit was quietly reincarnated twenty years later as Eal Volen, the first child and daughter of a mermaid mage named Eerie Glory and an astral elf mage named Lanech (ech is pronunced ehk, like echo) Volen who worked at the circus at the southern harbour of England, together."

"Hey, circus mentioned!" Dick said. The group laughed.

"Eerie had been stalked by Malakai since her early teenage years, but she had known Lanech for even longer, and she never faced Malakai alone, in the dreams where Malakai tormented and raped whoever he wanted." Barbara, Dick and Stephanie sounded disgruntled.

"Sorry," Faith said. "It was the most natural way for me to make Malakai a horrible person. Same with Magdalene."

"No no, it's fine, it works well for him."

"How was Magdalene a horrible person, besides killing a two-day old baby?" Dick asked.

"She got off on watching people get kidnapped and tortured by human traffickers."

"Oh, geez!"

Tim said, "She was a control freak, just like Malakai. Both were racist, sexist, and homophobic. Faith wrote Thalassic Space so everyone would feel safe and welcome, but some people learned about the awful things that happen on Earth through Nero Spirits who watched criminals from Earth that visited the Dream World on Paper. It's like how Ra's found out how to open a Door to Platonia, and all that's led to Faith being here, and the situation we're in."

"Ohhhh, OK."

"I hope it makes sense." Faith said. “Nero Spirits relaying information that wouldn’t have been otherwise available to people through the functions of the Soul Bridge.”

"Oh, it does, absolutely. You did a good job with that."

"Yeah, that's good writing, Faith."

"Thank you."

Tim said, "The Oracles were afraid of Malakai because he effortlessly and brutally manipulated Dreamer mages who were close to the power of the Oracles, many of them family members of the Oracles. Faith wrote a bit more about the crimes of Malakai, but we'll skip that for now. Eal was in the arms of Eerie after the circus had closed, Malakai having taken the disguise of a large black dog, and he leapt up with such force and speed to bite Eal's neck that neither Eerie or Lanech could react in time."

Barbara clicked her tongue. "Aw! No!"

"May I ask why the O-star's spirit died as a baby, twice?" Dick said.

"Yeah, yeah." Faith said. "Because babies are vulnerable. That's it."

"Oh OK, so it's a simple thing, this time."

"Yes."

Tim said, "Eerie and Lanech tore Malakai apart, each destroying a quarter of his spirit with their magic, but the other half of his spirit and his entire soul escaped to the Ninth Circle of Inferno, joining his sister and the demon they were actually giving souls to: Canon Lucifer."

Faith said, "If Ra's triggers either event, that's who the souls will be working to free from the ice."

"Oh shit." Said Stephanie.

"Yeah, that's bad." Dick said.

Faith said, "And why either has to be stopped as soon as possible."

"Right." Said Dick.

Tim said, "Specifically, the number of souls needed is 8^8 (eight to the power of eight), which is 16, 777, 216. In the First War for the O-star's Fate, 1, 809, 178 people were killed in the span of one month, two weeks and two days, though the ice barely melted, and the souls were freed to the afterlife of the 28 Mansions at its end."

"Oh OK, so it resets."

"Yes, it has a twenty-year cooldown, which coincides with how long it takes the O-star's spirit to reincarnate. In the Second War for the O-star's Fate, 2, 391, 955 people were killed over the course of two months and three days, and the ice melted a little more, but Lucifer still could not move, and the souls again were freed to the 28 Mansions. This won't be an issue, if he triggers Red Storm Earth or the Invitation of Nerobzal."

"Scary." Said Barbara. The others nodded.

"The third and current incarnation of the O-star's spirit—"

"That's you, right?" Said Dick, looking and pointing at Faith. She and Tim shook their heads. "Oh."

"It's Faina Laward, one of my Soul Fragments. She's autumn, I'm winter, Solas, my Fairy Persona, is spring, and Ønske is summer."

Dick said, "Oh, OK wait. So, your memories have like, fragments, and that's how your Personas are connected to you, and how you have the O-star as your right eye?"

"Yes."

"Ohhh-kay. Cool."

Barbara asked, "Why are you winter, and not autumn, if you're the Canon Persona?"

"I'm winter because of my depression and mental health, and that my physical disability means I can't enjoy the outdoors. Faina is autumn because she's my memories of having a working body and my hopes of having a happy mind."

"Ohhhh." Said Barbara, Dick and Stephanie. Tim nodded.

"Solas and Ønske are both seasonal expressions of the joys I associate with each season. Solas is my lesbianism, and Ønske is my desire to have adventure." Faith said. Stephanie giggled. "Faina was born on Earth because the Four Symbols realised she would be killed again if born on Yotutrnaeyl. She's summoned by Dohannar to the Dream World on Paper instead of to the throne of Nero Ba'al Berith, who is one of her possible love interests, as Dohannar and the Demon Hunters who patrol the Perimeter of the Circles finally met after eighty-three years of trying to free Dohannar so the O-star could fight for the people again instead of for evil. That dream is the first chapter of the novel, and in the second chapter, Faina settles in to CIMA, meets the Cloud Casters, and falls in love with Karma Brestin, who, major spoiler alert,"

"Ohp!" Dick covered his ears, then laughed and lowered them. The others laughed.

"Karma is the youngest of Bartholomew's triplets."

"Oh, she's an Astral and Ebony Giant Elf?"

"Yes, an Ebony Giant Elf, like Bartholomew is. Krampus is an Ebony Giant Elf, too. Santa is the only Astral Giant Elf, of Nerobzal's sons. Bartholomew's triplets and Krampus' twins are mixed race. Karma is a dark mage, not to be mistaken for a dark sorcerer,"

"Ah, OK."

"And it's olive green to signify that she's not evil. Earth tones are always a good sign. It's the neon colours you have to be scared of."

"Right, OK."

"Karma is also a vampire, and the companion star of the O-star."

"Huh?"

Tim said, "O-type stars have smaller, companion O-stars that orbit until eventually merging with the larger star, creating a bigger and brighter star."

"Ooh, OK. Does that happen when they meet, or later?"

"Later, when they hook up." Faith laughed. The others joined. "The Third War starts because Mamazsr'azcre is commanded to lead an attack on CIMA by Nero Ba'al Berith, but it goes too far, and a lot of students and teachers die. Sorry, spoilers."

"Sheesh, woman!" Dick said. The group giggled.

"And, uh, I think that's all the lore you need to know, regarding every branch of the main topic? Whatever it was."

"We started when Stephanie asked what At'fom Lawbzal was." Said Tim.

"Ohhh, right!"

"It was more 'the main topic and its family relatives'."

"Yeah." Faith said. They all laughed.

Dick said, "Well, thanks for all of that! Always fun to learn more."

"Oh yeah." Barbara said, nodding.

"And I get to eat the ass of this creative genius!" Stephanie said, the others laughing loudly. "Lucky me!"

"Real. Real." Faith said. The laughter quieted down. In the next two minutes, everyone had finished eating and washing their food down, and wiping their hands on napkins or getting up to use the kitchen sink.

"Well, you going to sleep right away, Faith?" Barbara asked, as Tim and Dick began washing the dishes.

"I think so." Faith said, yawning.

""Sleep", in quotation marks." Stephanie said with a smile, coming up behind Faith and squeezing her left ass cheek.

"Aa!" Faith exclaimed, and laughed with the girls. "Are you that spicy, baby gorl?"

"Mm, yuh," Stephanie replied. Faith and Barbara laughed, Tim choking out a laugh from the kitchen. "Yuh, I'm real spicy righ' now, gorl. Mm, le'go."

"Le'go." Faith echoed. "Goodnight, everyone!" She and Stephanie began towards the stairs.

"Goodni-ight." Said Barbara, walking towards the computer.

"Goodnight, Faith!" Said Dick.

"Don't worry about the noise, OK?" Said Tim. Faith giggled.

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ASSASSIN'S CREED: MIRAGE PROMPTS

rp starters from ubisoft's assassin's creed: mirage. some may be edited. possible spoilers ahead!

❛ ugh, how the stench of pride seeps from your pores … ❜ ❛ you need something stolen? then i am your man. ❜ ❛ i’ve had a clever thought. if your mind is absent of one, you should perhaps follow mine. ❜ ❛ do you have any idea what they will do to me? ❜ ❛ anyone can wield a sword. but how will you use it? ❜ ❛ true learning requires action and stillness in equal parts. you have made the action. now seek the stillness. ❜ ❛ we are messengers of justice and not the final judges. ❜ ❛ you killed them… ❜ ❛ anyone who works from the shadows does so only because they must. ❜ ❛ we have a similar spirit, you know? ❜ ❛ i am grateful to you for leading the way before me. ❜ ❛ i cannot imagine you being afraid. ❜ ❛ to have courage means to act in the midst of great fear. ❜ ❛ i am not worthy of your prayers. ❜ ❛ you even leave like they do. ❜ ❛ few things are more dangerous than the wounded pride of a powerful man. ❜ ❛ poetry is like music to my ears. especially when i am the subject. ❜ ❛ i know such pain. and i am sorry for yours. ❜ ❛ turn your hate inward. it is your own wickedness that brought you here. ❜ ❛ how am i to guide you if you will not speak openly? ❜ ❛ i … i have struggled with nightmares. ❜ ❛ we are only as weak as we allow ourselves to be. ❜ ❛ ohhh secret stuff, what are you doing this time? stabbing? stealing? stabbing and then stealing? ❜ ❛ what was it like, the first time you took a life? ❜ ❛ if we do not quell the storm within us while awake, it will haunt us in our sleep. ❜ ❛ i‘m grateful for our bond. you are a true friend. ❜ ❛ i know it in my ripe old bones, he wants me to die of starvation. or worse, go out of business! ❜ ❛ how shameful it is that knowledge always ends up in the wrong hands. ❜ ❛ i will walk behind you, every single step, to remind you not to forget who you are. ❜ ❛ how did you find this place? you should not be here. ❜ ❛ unlike you, i keep the past in the past. ❜ ❛ i am your past. tell me … will you leave me there? in the dark corners of your memory? ❜ ❛ words are weapons enough for me. ❜ ❛ my only fear is that we become like them. ❜ ❛ sometimes it is best to leave the thorn in, lest you bleed dry. ❜ ❛ no matter what others say, you only have yourself. ❜ ❛ family? the word has no meaning. ❜ ❛ does where you stand not awaken fond memories? ❜ ❛ rumors of my villainy were greatly exaggerated. ❜ ❛ do not overthink it. you simply need to have faith. ❜ ❛ how can you hunt when you are hounded? ❜ ❛ i wait for no man. ❜ ❛ should we not seek to know our enemies better, to better defeat them? ❜ ❛ come, i rarely bite and i never leave a mark. ❜ ❛ i work in the dark to serve the light. ❜ ❛ i have heard many men say that. ❜ ❛ yours is the tongue that will not still itself, even when i beg for silence. ❜ ❛ how can i leave you to wolves such as these? ❜ ❛ my face is quite forgettable, unlike yours. ❜ ❛ my father once said, to know the measure of a man ask those who work beneath him. ❜ ❛ you spy on me now? ❜ ❛ you know where to find me when your "duty" is done. ❜ ❛ each trail of blood leads back to you. ❜ ❛ will you not stop until all of us are dead? ❜ ❛ that is forbidden ground. there is nothing there for you. ❜ ❛ you let me struggle alone! ❜ ❛ follow this path and i will kill you myself. ❜ ❛ where you go, there i will go. where you rest, there i will rest. i will walk behind you every step of the way. ❜ ❛ i will make every last one of them pay. ❜ ❛ you do not have to look to the past to know who you are. who you can be. ❜ ❛ i know you now. i see you for what you are. ❜

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lover, you should’ve come over. | din djarin

Abstract: The Mandalorian had come to you.

The child was gone, he’d found the covert, the Armorer had told him he was an apostate, he had left - and he’d come to you. When Karga had found the house for you, he’d known it should’ve been spacious enough for the both of you - how, you’d never asked, but you’d been grateful the moment Din had showed up at your door and you hadn’t been cramped in a tiny bed as it used to be on the few times you’d followed him for a job. It was meant to be a shared home, even though you knew he’d go away, eventually. Din Djarin was a wanderer, and he was grieving the loss of his child, so he sought familiarity.

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Content: f!reader; unedited, s3 spoilers (sort of), angst, hurt/comfort (a lot of hurt i’m sorry), hints at suggestive content but nothing explicit, language, din is an idiot

A/N: spoilers for the s3 pilot - while it doesn't follow the same storyline i took some plot points and readapted them, the timeline is a mix between this episode and tbobf. title and some of the inspiration come from lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley, this is a mess and i'm severely sleep deprived but i missed writing for din and i can't stop thinking about this song, so there you have it

also on AO3 - masterlist

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“Do you like it here?”

Din’s voice was always different in the mornings and in the middle of the night - with a softer edge, slightly raspier, the sleep he had denied himself for years clinging to his throat. When darkness allowed, there was not even the modulor in the way, just his whispers against your skin. You liked it better that way, though you’d never told him directly.

“The house?” you frowned lightly, still with a mouthful of your breakfast. The Mandalorian handed you the cup of caf to wash it down - it felt so ordinarily familiar, your heart almost stuttered at the gesture.

The whole situation was, truly: breakfast in bed, him sitting with his legs crossed over the covers, wearing loose trousers and a tight shirt, and his helmet as his only cover. All these months and still it didn’t feel real at times - it didn’t feel as if it could be your life, not after everything.

“Nevarro,” he murmured, taking the cup of caf from your hands.

“Karga is doing a good job,” you shrugged, leaning back against the pillows. “It’s nice - the calm, some peace, an actual bed,” with a tilt of your head, you moved the empty plate on the nightstand, freeing the space next to you where he’d usually rest. “Don’t you?”

Din shifted closer, moving to your side and resting his hand on the pillows, keeping himself half-upright. You could almost imagine his expression, brows knit tightly in a deep frown as he lingered in his thought - when he uncovered his face for you, you’d smooth out those lines you could only feel under your fingertips rather than see. It was easy to guess what he thought about, the absence of the child incredibly loud in both your lives - but of course it had taken a bigger toll on him.

It was the reason why he’d come back to you in the first place. Not that you minded.

“Yes, yes,” he moved a little closer, his hand resting on your hip, arm half draped across your lower stomach. Sometimes he’d sleep like that, also, wrapped around you and head slotted beneath your chin, the curve of your shoulder. “I’m just thinking about what the Armorer said,” his fingers curled slightly, tangling in the hem of your shirt.

“About Mandalore?” he nodded as you frowned again. It was still difficult to wrap your head around it - that he was technically an apostate, that removing his helmet for Grogu had made him unworthy to his Creed. But he was still there, in bed, with you, and his helmet was on, cold as it brushed your uncovered arm. Still so devout.

“I think I can go there. I think I can be redeemed,” his voice was still low, the night still with him. You shifted a little, trying to at least meet his visor.

“Isn’t the planet -” you hesitated a moment, “even if it’s not cursed, isn’t the atmosphere toxic?”

“So they say, but,” he shifted, moving towards the nightstand on his side of the bed, the whole thing rattling when he opened its tiny drawer and produced a crystal-like object, pale green fused to a piece of metal. “Peli’s Jawas got this.”

“I don’t think either of them would be too thrilled of being called Peli’s Jawas,” you took it from him, the way he handled it carefully bleeding into you. You held it on your palm, tracing with the tip of one finger the inscription in the middle of it. “What’s this?”

“That’s Mando’a,” he gestured towards the text, drawing closer to you again. “This is from Mandalore. Someone took it from the planet’s surface.”

There was an edge of excitement in his voice, and something akin to hope. He’d speak to you in Mando’a every now and then - terms of endearment, mostly, or small sentences whispered in the crook of your neck that he’d never translate. The object in your hands seemed to mean more to him than he wanted to let on - it made his ungloved hands shake ever so slightly, the modulor carry the hitch in his breathing.

“So maybe I can go. If someone could take this, maybe I could find a way to the living waters, and I wouldn’t -” he cut himself off, taking back the crystal from your hands to hold it up over his face. “I want to ask Karga about the IG unit - I think I can restore it, bring it as help. And you could come, too,” the last part was whispered, and you knew by the tilt of his helmet he wasn’t looking at you as he said it.

“Wait, what?” you sat up, torso twisting to look at him. “Come with me,” he said, slowly. “If it’s not safe, I’ll bring you back, but - come with me.”

“To do what?” there was a distant ringing in your ears, head spinning ever so slightly - he wanted to go, he wanted to leave the place you had started to call home. Clearly, he did not feel the same. “Why do you need to go there?”

“If I bathe in the living waters then -” “You told me that already, Din,” it came out sharper than you’d meant to, but the ringing was getting louder and suddenly the covers were too heavy over your body. You kicked them off and straightened your back, trying to slow your breathing.

The Mandalorian had come to you.

Days and nights he stayed, his presence becoming familiar, comforting - dangerous territory, you knew, but still basked in it. Days and nights he wrapped his arms around you and sought his own comfort in your mere presence, with kisses in the dark, tangled limbs and his body over yours like a shield. Days and nights, a hand on your back.

“Cyar’ika,” that same hand brushed your spine and it felt like fire burning your skin away - you flinched away, pain spreading all over your limbs as you got up in a hurry, away from him.

You’d known. Of course you’d known he wouldn’t stay forever. And it still hurt.

“Don’t,” a soft warning, because suddenly even speaking was a pain, and though you couldn’t see his eyes - you never had - you still couldn’t face him.

“Come with me,” he repeated, each word like a dagger in your back. “I have to go, I have to try, and - please, cyar’ika, come with me.”

“I have a life here, Din,” we do. “I have a job, I have a house,” we have a house, a place just for ourselves. “I come with you and - what?” “And we’re together,” he said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the whole Galaxy. Another dagger: in, out, the burning of the wound.

“Are we?” he tilted his head a little, shifting closer to the edge of the bed. “Because from what I understand - from what you’ve told me - your redemption means this,” you gestured between the two of you, the so-large-space that began to feel like a gaping void, “can’t go on.”

“That’s not true,” he shook his head, now sitting in front of you. He seemed to know that if he stood, if he got too close, you’d jump out of your skin. Of course he knew. “We’ve been together before, we can still -”

“Like before? When you didn’t even take off your gloves?” you scoffed, arms wrapping around your middle - Din’s hands flexed in his lap. “When I was bruised because your armor kept pushing into me in whatever small space we found ourselves in?” you could feel him looking at you, his head tilted to the side still. “I didn’t care then, I didn’t expect - I don’t expect more than what you’re willing to give me, Din. I never have. I know you have things that are way more important in your life than I am, it’s not - I get it. I’m not the kid, I’m not part of your Creed, I get it,” perhaps you were shaking, or your voice was, you weren’t sure. “I just thought you coming to me meant more than what it does. That’s on me.”

“Don’t say that,” this time he stood, and there was a frown in his words as he stepped towards you. You took a step back instead.

“Why not?” arms tightening around yourself, you tipped your trembling chin up. “You believe you need some fucking magical bath to keep being who you’ve always been,” it was unfair to use his beliefs against him, a part of you already understood that. But the anger-formed words came out nevertheless.

“You don’t understand,” he spoke calmly, none of your irritation bleeding into him.

“Clearly I fucking don’t. And you know what?” one step backwards, the ache spreading in each of your limbs. It hurt to even be standing. “I don’t even want to, since you’re leaving me for it.”

“Stop that, I’m not leaving you,” one step forward, his hand outstretched to reach for you. For a moment, you thought of giving in - it was so easy to give into him. “I asked you to come with me - but I still have duties. And I still have the Darksaber. I have to try.”

“Right, the Darksaber,” you scoffed, pulling away just as he was about to take your hand. Had you been able to see his face, you would’ve noticed the hurt crossing his eyes. “The duties you didn’t want - the life you didn’t want,” hands trembling dropped against your side, you stared up at him. “But I want this life, Din. I want this house, this land, this peace that still doesn’t feel real. All of this - it’s yours, too, and you can’t see that.”

“You don’t understand -” he repeated, voice lower, the first flicker of uncertainty in his moduled tone.

“Fine. If you want to go, go,” you snapped - for a brief moment it had seemed the anger that had kept you alive for years could be put away, rendered useless by a life you’d only ever dreamt of. You weren’t sure when he’d become part of that dream, nor why - you wished it never had. “I’m staying.”

“Cyar’ika,” a whisper of that word he’d kissed on your skin more times than you could count, that always made you smile - it felt sour now. Wrong.

“I need some air.”

It was vile - walking away in the middle of an argument. Had you ever done that before?

Perhaps you’d never had to protect any shred of peace before - none that you could remember. The tugging in your chest was new, foreign, aching. Not even Din saying your name eased it - if anything, it made it worse. You hoped the morning air would help, could soothe you.

And perhaps there was a part of you that hoped once you came back, he’d still be there, waiting. That he’d be sitting on the bed again or in the living room you’d spend evenings in, at times falling asleep on the couch just to move back to bed. That he’d say he was sorry for wanting to leave, for asking you to leave. That he’d still be there.

How foolish.

You didn’t sleep as well as you used to anymore. After many years, you shouldn’t have gotten used to a peaceful night so fast, but the few months the Mandalorian had spent in your bed had spoiled you.

Once he was gone, sleep had eluded you, too. It had been almost a year.

Perhaps you simply didn’t feel as safe without him there - perhaps that was why you slept with your blaster on the nightstand again, and when the floor creaked you reached for it quickly, sitting up with eyes suddenly wide open.

“Cyar’ika,” it was the last thing he’d told you - how fitting it’d be that same word bringing him back to you. Your hand trembled slightly on the blaster, his shape cast in weak moonlight that reflected across his armor.

“What are you doing here?” you exhaled, and he stepped forward, his hands slightly lifted.

“Are you going to shoot me?” there was the edge of a smile in his words - slowly, you lowered the blaster and, after lingering another moment you placed it back onto the nightstand. He stepped closer. “Grogu missed you.”

Your gaze flickers to his sides, where the kid or his pram would be, a moment of joy running through your veins at the prospect of seeing him again. But he was gone, wasn’t he? He was with his people - that’s what Din had told you.

“He’s with Karga now, sleeping,” the Mandalorian said, taking another step forward into the room. His mere presence seems to be wrapping around you, lullying you back into that sense of safety you’ve found in the circle of his arms so many nights. Once again, dangerous territory. “He came back to me while I was on Tatooine. We went around for a while.”

“And now you’re here,” you hummed, crossing your legs underneath the covers and folding your hands in your lap. Din moved closer to the bed, his steps echoing in the empty, quiet house. It had been so quiet since he’d gone. “What are you doing here, Din?”

“You haven’t locked the door,” he shrugged, tugging lightly at his gloves. “And I’ve missed you, cyar’ika,” he admitted, low-voiced.

“I did lock my door,” you pointed out, tilting your head back to look at him. “You still got the key,” it wasn’t a question, and his head dropped ever so slightly in a half-nod.

“I do,” he cleared his throat, knees bumping into the mattress. “I took it as a reflex when I left.”

“It’s fine,” you shrugged - it seemed so odd to be having such a normal conversation with him. As if he hadn’t left an empty space in your entire life, as if he was not the reason you had troubles sleeping now. There were still times you wondered whether or not you’d simply fooled yourself the entire time, made yourself believe there was a chance to turn whatever it was you had into something. Had he ever given you any reason as to believe that? Or had he simply just been there?

He moved slowly - sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping underneath his weight and making you tilt in his direction. You didn’t fight it - it still was so easy to be lured in by him, to lean into him. Was that the reason you just couldn’t sleep? The absence of his body? Of its comfort? Each of his inhale, exhale, long and heavy as he drew closer.

When he reached up to remove his helmet, you closed your eyes - it was instinctual. You’d seen his face - a glimpse of it, really, just once; he’d kissed you countless times, beard and hair scratching your skin over and over until pain turned into bliss. It didn’t matter. You closed your eyes for him.

“I’ve missed you,” had you already started to forget the sound of his voice? The last you’d heard of it was through the modulor, and that had been etched in your brain. Cyar’ika. Come with me. You don’t understand. Please. “It’s pointless without you,” his confession came in a whisper as he bowed his head, warm breath hitting your uncovered shoulder.

A shuddering breath left you, lashes trembling against your cheeks as one of his hands came up behind your back, careful fingers moving up your spine how he’s done countless times in the middle of the night. His curls tickled your jaw as he leaned closer, still slow, and when you didn’t move he placed a gentle kiss upon your shoulder.

His lips were warm, slightly chapped. You could’ve folded into him there and then.

“Din -”

“You were right, I had a life already here, and I couldn’t see it,” a mumble against your skin - he hadn’t shaved in a while, beard scratching you as he spoke. “I’ve been a fool. I was so desperate to find my way back to the Creed I didn’t see what was right in front of me.”

“I take it there was no bath in the living waters.”

“Didn’t even try,” his arm wrapped around your middle, and when you didn’t resist his touch he pulled you into him. The beskar was cold against the sliver of your skin it touched, and yet oddly familiar. “I don’t care about who I am if you’re not with me. I don’t care if I’m an apostate, I care even less if I’m Mand’alor.”

“You didn’t go?” the frown in your words made him tilt his head up, nosing at your jaw. You felt his fingers pushing into your side, warm hand pressing with insistence against your waist as if he could melt his very being into yours. He shook his head.

“You have no reason to forgive me for what I did - for what I asked of you,” his free hand rose to cup your cheek, bringing you closer still, pressing a kiss to your cheek - you’d learned early on how desperate Din Djarin was for touches. Kisses and caresses and bodies interlocked. He’d always craved it all like a man starved. “But I missed you, so much. And I need you. If you’ll have me back.”

“I’m so fucking pissed at you, Djarin,” you muttered, hands seeking him, clinging to him. You hung onto the pieces of his armor, the metal biting into your fingers, your palm, shifting on the bed until your legs were over his, bringing the sheets with you. He chuckled, a broken sound that matched the sound of your voice.

“I know, cyar’ad,” the hand on your side moved up, squeezing your arm a moment before reaching for the nape of your neck. He guided your head back, cupped your cheeks into his rough palms so tenderly it made your heart jump - it always surprised you, the gentleness this man was capable of, the care he’d show through his touches. “I know. I’m sorry.”

For a year, that was all you’d wanted to hear. I’m sorry. Such a simple sentence that broke something you, and you lunged forward, gripping each edge you could find to pull yourself closer and closer, clinging to him with the sudden fear it was all just a dream, that it’d vanish in an instant, that you’d lose him all over again.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, hands running across your cheeks where tears were tumbling down, out of your control. Sorry, sorry, sorry. “Look at me.”

You weren’t sure whether you did it because he sounded sure, or because you were afraid he hadn’t realized what he’d asked of you. When your eyes fluttered open, his face was blurry, and the darkness did not help. He was just a shape, something you’d conjured up in your mind time and time again when you tried to think of him, a memory from the tip of your fingers from the times you’d felt his face.

But he smiled, soft and somewhat unsure, shy. He smiled still brushing your cheeks, the light that reflected across the pieces of armor you weren’t covering casting a faint glow across his skin. He was familiar and unfamiliar to you equally - someone you might’ve known in another life, someone you could’ve seen across the street that had caught your eye.

There was nothing extraordinary in him - he was human, same as you, with brown hair and brown eyes and a dark beard, some white patches here and there, a flush across his cheeks. He looked normal, and like the most beautiful thing you’d seen until then. Over and over you ran your hands across his face, through his hair, as if making sure he was real, he was there, he was still smiling at you.

When he leaned in for a tentative kiss on your parted lips, you couldn’t bring yourself to close your eyes, as if trying to still look at him even as close as he was - it was a gentle kiss, barely there, and you barely registered as the image of him still clung to your eyelids.

He’d shown you his face, asked you to look at him.

He’d come back.

He’d told you he was sorry.

When you kissed him back, arms wrapping around his shoulders, he stumbled backwards a little, one of his hands leaving you to keep both of you upright. The tension left his body when you brushed your hand through his hair, and for a moment it hadn’t been a year since you’d last seen each other. It hadn’t been a year since he’d last been in the same bed as you.

For a moment, you’d both just woken up and sought each other in the dark. For a moment, you’d fallen into each other after a day out and laughed until your ribs hurt and until sleep had claimed you both, tangled in each other. For a moment, the armor slipping off of his body with the air of your hands was something that had happened day after day through the past year. For a moment he’d never left, and you’d never missed him.

And then you pulled back, so abruptly he lost his balance and had to lean against the headboard, looking up at you with his lips parted and bruised and an hiccup in his breath, brows immediately knitting into a frown.

“Why is the kid back?” you asked, breath short, and as soon as the words registered he almost laughed, worry melting away underneath your touch. He pulled you back in, both arms around your waist until you were pressed up against him and his head was slotted into the curve of your neck, peppering gentle kisses down your shoulder. “Din.”

“It’s a long story,” he mumbled, hands running underneath your shirt and pulling it up, up, up, your body leaning into his touch by instinct alone. “I’ll tell you in the morning.”

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 11 months

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The major win for me after this season is that fans are going to start writing horror/supernatural fiction for this fandom!

A genera or tone many of y'all probably haven't touched-but I assure you, it's SO much fun to write with the characters Canon has given us. May I tempt you with a few starting concepts I use to set the mood for pirate-specific horror? [Some spoilers for S2 OFMD]

Doldrums! A period where a ship gets no wind- can anywhere from a few minutes or potentially months at a time. unpredictable and impossible to plan for, as if you kept stock for doldrums, you're adding a TON of salted beef and green water to your stores. More supplies means less room for loot. During this time-on top of slowly losing food and water rations. Your crew could start to hallucinate, go sun blind, or grow bored of menial work. That and if your near the equator(where most took place)- the sun cooks the wood of your top deck.

It gets REALLY dark it night. Like. I don't think OFMD has shown a scene that really depicts how dark it is. The point of the night lookout is to have maybe one candle lit at night by the helm, steer the ship, and keep an eye out for any dots of light on the horizon.

I highly recommend watching videos of pirate battles. Assassins Creed 4, recreations, people reading off accounts of battle. Anything. That shit is scary as hell. A lot of praying the wind is on your side, or that a gust of wind wouldn't knock the ship out of line of fire. Many pirates were caught because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Now- The psychological shit- Most first mates were chosen by their captain. While the Captain themselves were elected by the crew. If a Captain was mutinied, the first mate would be as well for fear of the first mate was more loyal to the old captain than the crew. This is why Ed's speech to Frenchie S2ep2 makes sense. Ed knows the crew was iffy with Izzy, but didn't want to risk Izzy staying alive to possibly start a mutiny against him. So Frenchie had to kill Izzy.

Most Pirates lasted *at most* 2 years at this point in history. Blackbeard lasted 15 months. Bonnet lasted AS A PIRATE from Spring 1717 to November 10th 1718. Being hung in December of 1718. Read up on how common it was to just...go overboard. Or get so drunk your crew couldn't fight back against the English. This is how Calico Jack, Anne Bonne, and Mary(Mark) Reed went down. People not ready to fight caught with their pants down. Play up how every feels like they're walking into their own noose.

Many diseases spread like wildfire among the lower crew. So crews took 'quarantining' measures very seriously for things like dysentery and malaria. Often throwing bodies overboard.

S2 ep5 (top 3 eps of the show for me) WAS SO RIGHT ABOUT WHY SUPERSTITIONS WERE IMPORTANT TO MANAGE. Again what I said about how easy it was for the crew to turn on a captain they didn't like. But any form of doubt tword your captain could be enough to start the brewing's of a mutiny.

At the time. Going overboard was a death sentence. Many sailors didn't learn to swim as trying swimming usually meant that 1.) Your ship went down in battle and your about to be captured by the authorities or 2.) You went overboard in a storm/your ship sunk. So either way your fucked. Many thought just drowning was a more peaceful death than trying to fight for your life, drowning once exhausted.

The only thing between you and the endless abyss at any point in time is a few layers of creaking, slowly rotting, wood

Ships would creak. They're made of wood and you know how houses shift? SO DO SHIPS. During rough waves or even just at random points in the day.

The sails had to manually be raised in/before storms by climbing up the mast, going out, stepping on a VERY thin peice of rope tied off at the ends of each yard(I always call them 'yard lines', but don't quote me) they'd then reach over and pull the sail up to then fasten down. This took a dozen men on a large ship. (You can see this person standing a thicker version of it in the photo below)

Masts are VERY heavy. A mast cracking and crashing onto deck could cause enough damage to sink a ship.

The Black Dot- a superstition that if you see a black dot left on your door/ or on your person (ie someone slipping it in your pocket) means you will die soon. Usually given to someone higher rank before a mutiny. We have no proof this was a real thing but a LOT of pirate media uses it.

Add more if you think of them!! [I might do a tropes based on the more supernatural elements of horror later, but for most tropes (mermaids, ghost ships, poltergeists, selkies) I think the fandom has it covered]

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic #izzy hands #edward teach #stede bonnet #pirates #horror #horror writing #ofmd s2 ep5 #ofmd horror #idk. weird tag but it might catch on????

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ruinedbylanadelrey · 1 year

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Politics & Violence

Din Djarin x Jedi!F!Reader

summary: A retelling of S2E8, with a galaxy run by politics and violence is love the only to bend the laws you choose to follow. Inspired by Dominic Fike's song Politics & Violence

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warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, canon violence and injuries, use of dialogue from The Mandalorian, jedi reader, angst, implied smut, din falls in love, CONTAINS SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE SHOW, takes place during S2E8, din takes off his helmet, HIS NAME IS DIN<3 an: this is a love letter to The Mandalorian, the show that got me through a dark time when I turned 22.

'Helmet stays on'

But the lines get blurred when relationships with any living creature make a home in the Mandalorian's beskar heart. When two Jedi took over his heart, and controlled his mind with every calculated move in the best interest of Grogu and you, the Jedi "princess", yes with quotes because you used air quotes when you introduced yourself to the Mandalorian. The Jedi order fell but you still carry the saber with you.

You stumbled upon the duo and were able to help the child to grow his connection to the force. A friendship grew between you, Grogu, and Din Djarin. You ended up joining the clan of two and becoming a clan of three when you saved Din by sacrificing yourself to a troop of dark troopers.

Defeating them just to collapse to the steel floor of the light cruiser. You couldn't tell where the blaster wound started when you got hit so many times when you dropped your saber in mid-combat when Din was getting his head bashed into the wall. The force wavering from you when your heart sank in your chest when Din was stuck in the hold.

You felt your blood run cold when you finally gathered yourself and pushed any emotion toward Din aside.

"Mm-Mando you have to go find the child," You hiccuped from trying to hold in the tears, Din scans your face and body, seeing bruising and cuts then the giant pool of blood coming from your side. He kneels beside you, resting your head on his thighs plates. You were using every bit of energy to push Din away.

"Go. Don't be afraid," You rasped needing someone to focus on the main objective. The rescue of the child. Of Din's child, of your child. You always cursed yourself for not following the simple rule, no emotional attachments. How could you not get attached to Grogu, he was like a baby and your maternal instinct was being fed and satisfied. And how could you not get attached and fall in love with the Mandalorian, who always got you. Validating your opinions about how things used to run and understanding the way you think. Din Djarin calling you 'pretty' instead of your real name.

Is love the one exception to all laws and politics when it comes to someone's morals? Religion? Creed?

"I'm not leaving you behind, please pretty don't give up now." Din's stutter was emphasized through the modulator. He held your body close to his chest, feeling your body feel cold with most of the blood going to the wound. Din adds pressure to slow the bleeding, you let out a debilitating scream. Your head was spinning and you tried to focus on looking at Din's visor.

Din is scrambling for your med pack from your utility belt. Injecting the bacta into your stomach as close to the wound as he could without causing you more distress. You cough when the bacta hits your bloodstream, your body warms up again. Din sobbed out, reaching for his helmet, your eyes grow wide when you see the skin of his jaw, and quickly stop him from taking it off.

"No, not for me," You whispered, Din squeezed his eyes shut and shed the hot tears and sweat. He looks down at you and if you could see the admiration coming through. Willing to break his creed because you saved him, you made him feel complete, and you were the one to listen to him talk about how no one can ever fall in love with the state of the galaxy is in. Giving him a sense of family and domestic bliss.

You selflessly never asked him to show his face to you, even that night on Naboo when you and him were sharing a bed at an expensive and luxurious inn. You had a little too much to drink. A little wine and dine from Din since it was the anniversary of meeting each other. Grogu was asleep in the living room part of the suite. You thought 'Oh what the hell' when you were pinned underneath Din and made love in the dim light coming from the moons in the sky.

Isn't it lovely to fall in love with another closed-off person?

"I'll meet up with Bo and the rest of them, go find Grogu," You winced as you stood up and pretended your whole left side wasn't on fire. Din rests his gloved hand on your lower back, you reach behind to push it away and take off to the control room.

You lean against one of many control panels, trying to prepare for another fight, sensing it when Din brings in Moff Gideon and the...the dark saber in his other hand. You watched Bo's face fall and eyes grow wide. Cara is showing relief that Grogu is back with Din, everyone staring at the dark saber in Din's hand.

You swallowed down another pain shooting down your body.

"Come on, just take it-" Din still did not understand the politics around the saber. Alarms go off when the fleet of dark troopers that Din let go out of the cargo bay comes back for one last fight. Din turns to see you staring right at the dark saber in his hands.

How could he be so smart about fighting but can't comprehend the heavy metal in his hands?

Metal hitting metal is rapidly coming from the doors, everyone reaching for their weapons and you reach for your lightsaber that failed you once and you were wielding for it not to happen again. Purple hues paint your silhouette. Grogu is perking up when the X-wing flies in and the punching stops. You look at the child and your skin prickles when you see a Jedi walk down the halls.

Din looks at you and then at Grogu, your breathing was evening out and the force was strong. You and Din crowd the monitor watching the Jedi crave their way through the dark troopers. Grogu whines to you and Din.

"I said, open the doors," Din carries Grogu away and sits in a chair, the Jedi emerges from the smoke and pulls back their cloak.

"Are you a Jedi?"

"I am,"

"He doesn't want to go with you," Din mutters and looks at the Jedi. Grogu was staring at Din with stars in his eyes when Din picked him up to say goodbye. You watched Din hold the child with such tenderness and care. Your heart was beating out your chest, hearing Din tear up.

He's showing emotions. Showing he has an emotional attachment to the kid.

"I'll see you again...I promise..." Din lets Grogu touch the helmet before pulling it up and off his head. You gasp and look away, staring out the windows and seeing the different stars float by.

"Alright pal, it's time to go...don't be afraid," Din's voice was so much deeper and just so crisp, you could feel your face blush at the last 3 words he said. His voice was relaxed you and made you melt. You could see Grogu leave in your peripheral, seeing the outline of Din's back. You blinked away the tears when Grogu transmitted a goodbye to you.

He broke his creed for his son. He always has to be so tragically beautiful with his actions. You felt conflicted about how he was willing to take the helmet in front of all of these humans. Willing to break his creed for his loved ones. After all the violence maybe Din was ready to settle down with you, leave the creed and bounty hunting behind. Just having a life with you and Grogu by his side.

Everyone takes a brief pause and starts gathering the next of plans. Din turns around to look at you, your back was turned and you were doubled over tending to your wounds. His heavy boots carried him over to you.

The shadow of his frame cascades over you.

"Look at me, pretty," Din whispers in your ear, you shake your head and bite down on your lip to stop a sob from escaping.

"I can't, I will not do that to you," You croaked, Din laid a kiss behind your ear and rested his head on top of yours. He doesn't care about the creed at the moment, not after what happened to you earlier in the mission.

"I need you to look at me, I want you to...please." Din sucks in a breath and holds it when you stand up straight and lean your back against his chest plate, feeling the stubble rub in your hair. You dreamed of maybe one day seeing his face but at what cost? He thought you were going to depart ways, maybe he should save it for the day the violence kills you.

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #din djarin fluff #pedro pascal is the mandalorian #din djarin x jedi!reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x female reader

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brainrot-stitch · 7 months

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This is for drawing yes :3 they so silly coded

Also!!!! If u have suggestions pls comment them :3 I stopped watching rainbow quest halfway through though, and twisted rainbow and allux rising (idk how to spell it..) I haven't seen any of. For steve saga I've watched from the verry beginning and kinda was watching it on and off after (spoilers !) The rainbow town was destroyed and mainly stopped after the whole either origin steve stuff or illusion/reality stuff I don't remember which. Like ik some of it bc I'd watch the recent episodes occasionally but I'm more knowledgeable on the middle to early parts of it 😈 😈 😈

And his assasins creed series I'm currently watching so!!! :D

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shoyastars · 7 months

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Trust or Betrayal

Mistin Malice

I do not own the characters except for Mistin & Creed. The rest of the characters along with binary star hero belong to CONCR3TPARASITE go check em out, and their game! It’s amazing! Anyways! The game and the creator only intends to target 18+ audiences. Those who are under the age of 18 and above are putting both creator and the game at risk for being in trouble. Please respect the creator’s decisions and choices. Thank you for being patient and let’s get into this fan writing!

These events may include spoilers from Binary star hero. If you want to play and experience these moments yourself please play the game and then come back. Thank you!✨

This event takes place when Ray saves Mistin from Double Vision, however I decided to add a bit more of a what I believe my character would say and do.

Mistin would wake up with a start, they’re head aching from the events hoping what they saw was a nightmare, looking at the fact they were in clothes Mistin usually choose for bed, assumed it was so and sighed.

“You weren’t dreaming sadly…”

Mistin immediately turn towards the familiar voice, it was Ray.

“Wait… so that’s means… you actually are… oh no…” Ray looked at Mistin after taking a puff of the cigarette he had out the window, his dark eyes giving a look of regret.

“I’m sorry you had to see that… I panicked… which was new to me…”

He runs a hand through his hair as he takes another puff of his cigarette.

“New for you? Wait… are you saying that this hasn’t happened before? Or is that only because of me?”

He only shrugged, while thinking.

“If I’m being completely honest, I’m not too sure… but if you only knew what they… intended to do with you in their minds… how could I not panic for you…”

‘Wait… read their thoughts? WAIT DOES THAT MEAN HE!?’

“Can read your thoughts? Yes… I’m sorry it’s a bad habit of mine… but at times it can be useful…”

‘Not only does that mean that he was able to read my thoughts… but be able to read how I’ve suspected him of being Binary Star! Shit! What if he knows that I once was a small time villain?!’

“There it goes again…” Mistin look at him confused, what does he mean by that? “Huh? What?” He glanced at Mistin confused himself. “You’re mind… one time I can read it clearly… the next it’s blurred… as if it’s a safety lock in your brain…”

“Whoa… what? But that doesn’t make any sense… so you’re only able to hear most of my thoughts, but…” Mistin sat there in thought for a second, they then decide to think about it later, they then look back at him. “That’s not important, Ray… did you catch Double Vision?” He seemed a bit caught off guard when Mistin asked, but he shook his head a bit and answered. “Unfortunately… no… I couldn’t find him…” Mistin felt disappointed and terrified, if Double is still out there who knows what he would do in order to get to me… he seemed desperate to find them…… “No… no… no… why can’t he take a hint for once! Now who knows what he’s gonna do in order to get me back…… what if he goes for Creed?! I can’t let him- Agh!” Mistin rubbed their cheek as Ray immediately came over to aid Mistin, as they were about to get out of bed to do something only to feel the pain of they’re jaw and almost fall due to a blanket, surely their face would’ve collided with the floor if it weren’t for Ray quickly catching them, he gently guided them back to sit on the bed.

“Slow down there Tiger… you’re body has been through a lot… here let me take a look. May I?” He’d gesture at Mistin’s face, and they nod. He’d gently take their face and carefully look at the Bruise Double left, they couldn’t help but feel their heart skip a beat when Ray is holding their face this gentle. “Hmm, I suggest you don’t go outside for awhile…… it’s definitely going to bruise…” he says sounding concerned. “Awhile? Seriously? God damn it Ray! I can’t just stay here. What about my brother Creed?” He looked at Mistin with a stern look, “Does Double know he’s here?” They would only shrug but not give up so easily to go see him. “Though I’m not sure, it’s better I get to my brother first than him……” a burning determination shows in their silver eyes, but their head ache caused them to stumble, Ray swiftly and gradually catches them. “Here, I’ll go and make sure he’s ok, while you stay here and rest…… please star…… you aren’t able to do much without rest, you’ve been through a lot today……”

Mistin would groan as they finally gave in, they deeply cared for they’re family… they honestly wanted the best for Creed. So when Ray suggested checking on him, they felt a bit at ease do to how reliable he is when it comes to protecting people. So……

Why do they feel like their hiding something other than being Binary Star?

In the morning, Mistin would stretch, they’d be feeling a sense of exhaustion, however it was all too powerful now, all the stress of double vision, getting money, making sure Creed stayed out of anything that included the villain world, not to mention trying to heal from past trauma from the villain and from a past relationship, or ‘relationship’s’. Why did they have to fall for such people, people who lie, people who take advantage of their kindness and more…… who knows what Ray could possibly want from them…… Mistin was too tired to care anymore…… they felt drained…… they decided to sleep it off more…… they slept till their stomach told them to eat something, they got up and walked to the fridge, they ate some left overs, they scrolled through their phone, they usually took their medication, however they weren’t taking it today, they usually set their phone up to remind themselves to take it, but even when the notification popped up, they ignored it…… now…… they weren’t sure if they could do it. They’re mind was all over the place…… Ray, double, and other things……… everything feels… different…… yet so familiar.

This feeling was drowning them…… They could barely breathe or swim…… how could they swim if all their energy is drained?……

Tap Tap Tap

Mistin looks up from their phone and sheets to see a kitten behind the glass window to their apartment. The cat seemed familiar, somehow it meant something, Mistin managed to get up, and go to window, to open it.

“Hey…… how’d you get here?”

The little black cat jumped into their lap and looked at them, Mistin’s face was obvious to see that their tired, and stressed out, the cat rubbed against them, almost in a comforting sense, Mistin only let out a weak chuckle, as they then pet the little black cat.

“I wonder how you got up 5 stories… you must be one hell of a cat to do such an accomplishment…”

The little cat purrs, Mistin would usually be a little nervous but would eventually be willing to have a cat near them if they weren’t going to choose violence, they even now remembered a little black cat from 3 years ago during their time as a small time villain, as Dusk. They played with the cat but noticed how they had an injured paw, they knew their brother Creed was better with cats, but Mistin was sure to notify to Creed about it, the cat somehow seemed to like the both of them…… but didn’t think much about it, due to the feeling of being watched and a click of a camera……

Knock knock

Both Mistin and the cat looked over to the door, Mistin set the cat aside, taking careful steps towards the door, taking a quick knife in case it’s who they think it is……

With that they made their way to the door, even the cat seemed to be on high alert, hissing towards the door, Mistin then gained the courage to look through the peephole.

It was Creed! Their little brother.

Mistin sighed in relief and set the knife on the side table, then opened the door, before they could say anything, Creed hugged them.

“Thank god you’re ok! I was so worried! I’m so sorry about what happened during the invasion, it’s just……… I rememberEd that time with double and…”

Before he could finish, he saw Mistin’s face completely, they didn’t notice sooner due to being so worried.

“Woah…… are you ok?”

Mistin only shrugged, as they step back in their apartment.

“Um…… yeah…… just tired……”

Creed had a hard time believing it was only a sleep problem, they’ve seen them like this before and it wasn’t pretty…… it was as if they were a soulless doll, only doing things they were supposed to do to survive but their mental state being horrifyingly bad. He worried what could’ve caused such a change in their mental state.

“Mist-……… you know…… I’m here for you right? That you could talk to me…… you look like you need more than just sleep…… I’m worried……”

Mistin only sighs, the cat looking only more worried at both Mistin and Creed…

The two siblings were in a dead silence for a couple of minutes, Mistin’s silver eyes only reflecting a shade of light……

“I’m fine…… really I am…”

“Bullshit! I know there is something wrong…… Mist… please… I’m not a kid anymore… I’m not negative about this stuff, I’ve seen you like this before and it’s horrific how you are right now, it’s clear something is going on…… please just talk to me.”

Mistin bit the inside of their cheek, trying to think but their mind felt too tired to do anything, stepping into the kitchen stopped by their table. They only shrugged, they didn’t wanna drag him into the chaos, double vision, Binary Star, Ray……… how could they? They couldn’t go like ‘oh! I was just kidnapped and binary star who was Ray was there to save me and blah blah blah.’ How could they say it?

“Mistin please tell me, I promise you whatever it is we’ll work through it!”

Mistin gripped their hand on a chair, they don’t want to say anything, their want to keep him out of everything that’s happening, heck him even being here was putting him at risk, what if double knows he’s here?! God this was all so stressful. Creed tries to reach out but Mistin steps back causing the chair to fall, startling both him and the cat. Mistin only shook their head, so many thoughts and so many things, what can they do?

What can they do?……

What can they do?

WHAT ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO DO?!

Mistin only gripped the hair on their head as they felt tears flowing down their face, both Creed and the cat rushed to them. Mistin started hyperventilating, so many thoughts, so many troubles, so many things going on, it’s all too much right now.

“It’s ok it’s ok! Please it’s ok! Um…… fuck…… what to do what to do…… um……”

The cat run over and meows to gain Creed’s attention. Creed looks over towards the blankets and grabs them, he puts it over them.

“Hey… it’s ok… I don’t know what’s going on…… but it’s clear it’s something that’s more serious than anything…… Mistin…… I want to help you…”

Mistin looks at their brother, still hyperventilating, mind going everywhere.

“It’s ok… I’ll be here till you calm down… just breathe… it’s ok… it’s just you and me right now…”

The cat laying their head on Mistin to help calm down and breathe.

Soon after some time, they’ve calmed down, somehow they fell asleep, Creed lifted them to their bed, though they didn’t know what was wrong still, they don’t want to pressure them, they didn’t mean to, they were just tired of being treated like a kid by them, they knew something was wrong when they began working at the café, but maybe, just maybe…… they could’ve asked in a different way… they already look so worn out, their body language, their eyes, they’re face, everything…… it all looked as if it were about to fall apart, like fragile glass… one touch and it all falls apart like they did just now…… he decided it’s best to leave. The cat comes along, it looked worried for him to.

“It’s ok, I think I pushed them too far… I should’ve…… I should’ve read the room more accurately…… I bet you even knew that huh? Probably why you’re even up here…”

The cat didn’t meow only giving a side eye before jumping into his arms.

He pets the little black cat, before looking back at his sibling before closing the door and leaving their sibling alone… they decided maybe it’s best not to talk to them for a bit.

Few hours go by, the door clicks, Ray in full hero attire comes in with a duffle bag, seeing the knife on the side table and the chair knocked over they immediately thought something was up, they look over at the bed to see Mistin in their bed. He walks over to their bed. They looked fast asleep, he took a step closer to them and could tell something was off……

A shift caused him to step back a bit, Mistin was mumbling something…… Ray leaned in and gently held their hand not knowing what’s wrong.

“I’m sorry…. Please don’t…. No….. not my- no- don’t-….”

Tears streaming down their face as it seems you were having a nightmare of some sorts, Ray knew what it’s like to have nightmares…… he used his thumb to gently massage and soothe them, he takes off his mask, he isn’t binary star, he’s Ray. He leans in to whisper.

“It’s ok star, as long as you’re here with me I’ll keep you safe…… I’ll make sure no one hurts you ever again…”

With that he then kissed their forehead, he still holds their hand, being there comforting them through their nightmare till it ends, soon all the mumbling and repeating apologies stop, after Ray said those comforting words and kissed them, they eased up and finally felt relief.

Soon after awhile they’d open their eyes, they’d see Ray full hero attire without the mask, eyes closed head resting in arms as he holds their hand. He looked so peaceful, it was almost like one of those cheesy romance movies where the main love interest sleeps with their lover in the hospital till their wake up from their ‘short coma’.

Mistin didn’t know what to think or do, but all they knew was that right now they didn’t feel embarrassed, they felt comforted…… unlike their past relationships…… Ray sensed their eyes on them and slowly opened his eyes, seeing Mistin staring at him, his face got pink in embarrassment.

“Sorry! Ahem! I uh noticed you were sleeping and uh…… something happened, so I just- um…”

Ray got up, showing the now dried up cuts and slashes on himself, Mistin noticed this and couldn’t help but worry.

“Does it hurt?”

Mistin reached out to touch his side but he backs away, he seemed unsure of them seeing him like this.

“Um I rushed over here… and I’m not sure but I think I’d probably go home and shower…”

Mistin looked outside, it was dark, they looked at their alarm clock, it’s past midnight, they didn’t think it would be right to send him home this late.

“Actually…… you could shower here… I don’t mind……”

Ray looked at them unsure what to say.

“You sure? I could always just…”

“Yes I’m sure, it’s past midnight, so I’m going to be sure about it.”

Ray only nodded, somewhat awkwardly, Mistin noticed the duffle bag on the floor, he must’ve planned to stay and keep watch over them since double vision’s stunt…… Mistin shook off the memory, they also noticed how they seemed more energetic now, before they we’re barely able to get up to get food or take their meds, but now their able to get up and walk around, was it because of Ray, or was it because of something else? Like letting all those emotions and thoughts go……

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{Warning: Suggestive situation, also if you’d like a spicy version please feel free to let me know ok? ;)}

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A couple of seconds go by and they’d hear Ray through the bathroom door.

“Uh, hey Mistin…?”

“Yeah?”

They get up and approach the door, to hear him better.

“Do you mind helping me out with something?”

“Uh…”

“It’s… nothing weird.”

“Um ok, want me to come in or?”

“Yeah.”

With that Mistin opened the door, to see Ray, the upper half of his jumpsuit is off, he’s hunched over the sink. Was he? Taking care of the wounds now? But Mistin’s face heated up quickly.

“HOLY SHIT- whoa!”

Mistin turned away avoiding eye contact, they didn’t expect him to be half naked, not to mention in their own bathroom, ABOUT TO TAKE A SHOWER! Maybe an arm wound or maybe a shoulder wound, but this was a bit much.

“Warning next time please! My god!”

Ray only chuckles a bit, but goes back to the task at hand.

“Sorry I’ll be sure to do that next time.. anyway.. I can’t reach the top part that well. Do you mind cleaning it?”

“Huh?!”

“You can say no if you’d like, I’ll just wash it in the shower…”

Mistin looks over a bit, to see the wound, finally taking a few steps closer, making sure not to look anywhere else, the wound was a big slash, and he definitely couldn’t reach if he tried.

“What caused this?”

“A crawler… one of those aliens you encountered with your brother…”

He grimaces, as Mistin knew what he was talking about. With that they grabbed the hydrogen peroxide from his hand, they looked at him.

“Won’t this…… hurt? You know soap and water are a better cleaner, it can actually delay the healing process…”

Ray looked at Mistin and only smiled.

“Can never be too careful star, you don’t know what those aliens are or what they do.”

Mistin knew about that but was concerned ether way, yes they knew the aliens could potentially cause some type of infection or disease or something, for who knows what they’re capable of, but regardless, they hesitated for a moment before taking a breath and pouring some on his wound, he didn’t flinch at he touch of it, which worried them, how many times did he get hurt by the aliens and suffered painful wounds like this? When Mistin was done they hear him sigh.

“Thank you, Mistin.”

“Uh… yeah… no problem Ray…”

They would stand there in silence, looking at his scars now, both new and old, by how long he’s been fighting as a hero. Mistin had scars themselves but they were no where nearly as brutal at his looked… people say Binary Star is invincible and could never be harmed, but now they see that’s false. Mistin felt sad for how long he’s put up with this……

“I’ll get out and let you shower……”

Before Mistin could leave the door was then shut, the hand connected to Ray behind them closed the door, they turned to see him face to face.

He stares intensely, his face coming closer, he pauses just as his breath drifts across their face.

Mistin felt their face heat up more, the fact he was practically topless and near them was unbearably considered in their book too hot……

Ray lifts a hand to their face, brushing his thumb across their cheek, what was he doing?! Was he going to kiss them? However he holds a small black hair that must have been sitting on their face.

Mistin remembers the cat, and thinks maybe he thought it was someone’s hair?

But it’s too short…

“Oh… there was a cat here earlier and-..”

“A cat..? On the fifth floor?”

“Yeah I’m not too sure how they got up here myself…… maybe a neighbor let it out or something… I’m not entirely sure……”

A silance drifts between them…… Mistin then noticed Ray’s wound on his side, it looked painful, fresh blood bloomed and runs down his body.

“Does that not hurt?”

With that he grabs their wrist, pressing it deeply into the side, the feeling making Mistin sick, the pressure of their hand now getting covered with blood……

“Ray… what the hell-!”

Mistin tries to yank their hand away but Ray presses their hand deeper.

“What-?”

He finally lets go, Mistin’s finger tips now covered with his fresh blood.

“No, nothing you can do will ever hurt me…… Nothing can hurt me……”

Mistin looks at Ray worried.

“Ray…… how could it not… hurt?”

Ray only looks at them.

“It’s the price I pay for protecting humanity star……”

“Bullshit!”

Ray seems a bit taken aback.

“Ray those scars, all those wounds…… how many times how you gone through such pain?…… how long did it take for you to just shrug it off…? If anything I don’t believe it for one second…”

Ray looks at them, but then goes back to their same expression, his tone sounding sardonic. making them unsure what he means.

“It’s just something I have to pay for, while you play with cats……”

“That’s so unfair……”

Mistin looks down, looking at the fresh blood now drying up in the hands, they realize how some heros give up something in return to protecting humanity…… the NAHA couldn’t give less of two shits if their top hero where hurt as long as he’s able to get the job done……

Ray sighs, they’re gaze never leaving their face, he decides to lighten up the situation, he then smirks.

“So… are you joining me then?”

“Huh?”

“The shower.”

He turns it on, smirking at Mistin, seeing Mistin’s confused expression.

“You seem to like taking up your sweet little time leaving, so I might as well assume you want a show or something?”

Mistin sees him smirk, trying to grasp the situation, as he proceeds to pull down the rest of his jumpsuit that sits loosely at his waist.

Mistin finally grasping the situation and what he’s implying at the moment, they only laugh a bit, giving Ray a confused expression, as Mistin finally looks up at them, smirking playfully.

“How could I refuse such a tempting offer from you?”

Mistin takes a step closer, making Ray back up, his face heating up not expecting this outcome.

“If anything I’d say you’d be doing me a favor, maybe you could get… my spots I can’t reach… also possibly……”

They’d lean in placing a hand on his chest, as they whisper in his ear.

“Get even more…… closer~”

They then pull away, Ray completely flustered, Mistin wears a sort of winning smile upon their face.

“Did you not mean it? Or…… do you want to take these clothes off yourself?”

Ray was on the last once of self control and he finally looked away in defeat, his teasing backfired. Mistin giggled at this, and booped his nose.

“Don’t tempt me with something I might accept. Anyways. I’ll leave you to it! Have a good shower Ray!”

With that they left Ray in there alone to shower, Mistin satisfied, finally stretching and getting some energy to wash his blood off in the kitchen sink, though some was hard to get off they still tried.

After some time Ray would get out of the bathroom in his normal wear, not really much to go to bed for.

“Done using the shower, thanks for letting me use it.”

“No problem, I’ll take a shower at well.”

Mistin walks past them, before closing the door they then smirk.

“No peeking. Unless you want another shower?”

Ray’s face heats up and he looks away.

It causes Mistin to laugh, they then finally close the door and take their shower. While in the shower they can’t help but think about what if they accepted, but it’s not important now, they then finished up changed into more clean and comfortable sleep wear and headed to their bed, Mistin saw Ray near the window smoking his cigarette out the window.

“Get some sleep star, I’ll watch over you until my shift.”

With that they thought of inviting Ray to sleep with them but decided against it, they had enough teasing for tonight, they then try sleeping but after awhile of tossing and turning, they eventually decided to try and ask. However Ray already knew.

“Ray?”

“Hm?”

“Could you… maybe…”

A small smile plays on his lips as he puts out his cigarette. He knows what they were trying to ask him.

“Sure.”

He walks over taking off his sweater. The bed dips and he drapes an arm around their waist. There was some comfortability with Ray that they weren’t used to. With him they felt…… safe……

“Ray……”

“What? Didn’t you want me to come to bed with you?”

“I mean yeah but…”

“Hehe, cute…”

With that Mistin thought of what they saw online earlier today about steel sherif and the controversy around him. They thought it through and decided to ask.

“Ray..?”

“Yeah?”

“What was it like with steel sheriff? Was it…… hard?

Ray sucks his teeth in thought. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to ask him.

“It… certainly wasn’t easy…”

Mistin listened closely, they wanted to know more about Ray himself, not the shiny hero upon the billboards and screens. Eve if it means bringing up sensitive topics like steel himself……

“He wasn’t a good person…… probably still isn’t. We don’t talk anymore.”

“When exactly was the last time you two talked?”

“Maybe…… 6 years ago or so……”

“He was my guardian for about 11 years. Steel was a… deeply troubled person that hurt people wherever he went.”

“Was he…… um……”

Ray looked at them curious, but Mistin backs down.

“Never mind, it’s too invasive to ask…”

Ray looks at their worried expression. He ruffles their hair with a sympathetic smile.

“Don’t worry, he couldn’t hurt me. He tried to once, and learned his lesson.”

“Hm…”

“Since that day he lost interest in messing with me…”

“How so?”

“Haha, steel is the kind of trash that only punches down at people who won’t fight back.”

“Wow, kinda reminds me of blaze. Except blaze is more annoying.”

“Haha, yeah, the minute I turned 18, I left steel for good. The NAHA was forced to figure out the PR spin for the situation.”

“Let me guess, something like ‘Binary Star paving a his own path towards Herodom’ or something?

“Mhm something like that.”

Ray seem to want to ask a question at well, it’s only fair, so they nodded, and he sighed.

“Did you have a hard time with Double Vision?”

“Hmm, well it was so hard at first… but after awhile it became more difficult, then thing started snowballing. He thought we were dating but I would constantly say we’re only friends, but he never took the hints seriously…… and yeah………”

“I see………”

A silence fell between them, Ray pulled Mistin even closer to them, as if they were about to be stolen away at any given moment. Mistin felt their heart beating in their ears, they should be scared or terrified due to what they saw back at the warehouse, but they didn’t feel that at all, instead they felt safe in his arms. Why do they feel this way about him? He could possibly know they used to be a small time villain and could be tricking them into thinking he likes them.

That’s when Mistin decided to lighten the situation.

“You know, having a guy in my bed alone with me is kinda… um…”

Why is it when he’s so close to them now they’re a nervous wreck. It’s as if the teasing in the bathroom never happened……

“Are you trying to say it’s kinda hot when we’re in the same bed together?”

“Uh… that and it’s also the first time a guy of my interest is in bed with me…”

Ray seems a bit surprised but then chuckles a bit, Mistin didn’t feel embarrassed at this, instead they were smiling at him. They liked how Ray showed genuine emotions worth them… it makes them feel reassured they could trust him, only a bit though. Ray noticed this and felt his face heat up. He then clears his throat.

“You should get some sleep, you’re body has been through a lot.”

Mistin felt the need to thank him, for looking out for them, but didn’t know how… without thinking further they kissed his cheek without hesitation. Ray gazed at Mistin in confusion.

“Thank you… for looking out for me… I always had to look out for me and my siblings… if anything…… I’d say-.”

“I love you…”

“What?!”

Mistin would feel their face heat up as they saw Ray’s face show a gentle expression. Anyone could fall for such a face, well if they knew he was

Binary Star… Mistin would be lost in the moment a bit.

“Mistin?”

“Oh! Sorry, just so sudden… I wasn’t expecting that…”

“Sorry, but I had to say it… if anything… I think I’ve fallen even more in love with you.”

Mistin laughed a bit at how cheesy that was. Ray chuckled a bit to. Till they both locked eyes with each other.

“Mistin, is it ok if I-.”

Without further question or answer, he’d feel their lips on his. Though taken aback a bit, he eased into the kiss. Soon Mistin grew hungry for more. With permission allowed rays tongue into their mouth, making the kiss even more intense. The temptation was high, but before things go a little too heated, Ray Stopped the both of them. Mistin would whine a bit but managed to stay composed. Ray laughed a bit to themselves as Mistin caught their breath wanting more but needing sleep to.

“I think we should stop here before things get out of hand… and someone won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

He winks at Mistin, Mistin did feel their face heat up again. But didn’t mind. If anything they were satisfied and understood why he stopped, and decided he was right. Ray held them close as Mistin leaned into him. Feeling safe and comfortable. Ray smiles as he also drifts to sleep with them……

In his eyes Mistin was they’re star. And he wasn’t going to trade them for anything. This moment. Truly made him realize how much they mattered to him, and everyday they find more and more ways to love them even more………

He won’t let them go………

He won’t let them slip away again………

And that’s a promise that he will most certainly keep………

No matter the cost……

To be continued!

Also please be sure to leave a comments on how I did! Weather it be extreme or about the character, I’ll be sure to keep note of any criticism. Cya later! :D

Part 2 here

https://www.tumblr.com/shoyastars/741887541565931520/proven-right-or-proven-wrong

#binary star hero #oc #binary star hero vn #binarystarhero #hehehe

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auroramoon-draws16 · 2 months

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I can’t stop thinking about this, but it’s not Assassin’s Creed, sorry folks.

Hogwarts Legacy x Harry Potter

(No real spoilers, mostly vague references, iykyk)

I just need BAMF! Player Character/MC to pop up in the Harry Potter era. I’ve thought about several ways how:

1. Ghost. MC is the damn best duelist in history, but they can’t win ‘em all. Keep fighting the hardest fights, or get caught in a bad ending, and it’s curtains. So, what if MC didn’t feel like they did enough, hadn’t been able to help their friends enough, so they stayed, and in that decision, the wizarding world’s history changed. You call that defense against the dark arts??? That’s bullshit is what that is! Hey kid, here’s how you properly duel a bitch. Yes, it’s entirely legal to throw furniture and other objects at your opponent. Yes, you can throw your opponent. Prophecy? You guys traumatized a child! Hey, you, Harry was it? I gotchu, kid.

2. A painting. It’s pretty clear that the portraits all over the school are alive and retain some personality and characteristics of the subjects. Mostly when the subject actually adds more to their portrait to have a better effect. The MC was also one of the few who could use ancient magic, so that could be a reason they decided to have their portrait done, to ensure the next generation would have some sort of guidance they didn’t get. Not only that, but also help future duelists. So maybe the portrait can only be accessed by asking the Room of Requirement, mostly because ancient magic secrets are best kept between users. Imagine that portrait being found by Harry, he asks the room for help teaching Dumbledor’s Army spells and suddenly a portrait of a person no one has heard of, but apparently is the best duelist in the history of the wizarding world perks up and goes “alright, bet.” (This can also work for the ghost version) Well, the portrait could also just be out in public, but the MC is just not there, cue mystery to be solved!

3. Time travel. Ancient magic is wonky, it can happen! Cue sudden transfer student shenanigans. Also, chosen one? That is a child, MC has seen enough shit to know that’s fucked up and Harry needs better supports in his life, dammit. Older sibling MC goes brrrrr.

4. Apparition. Ancient magic wonky shit, part 2! Prophecies are bullshit. That is a child, and that bitchy 80 year old snake face needs to eat concrete. Harry stumbles upon an ancient magic item before he gets to Hogwarts. A necklace or a bracelet or some shit. Now baby Harry has a friend! MC takes one look at this child and goes “anybody gonna love and care for this one? No? Aight, mine now.” They can’t do much, but they are visible and heard only to Harry, so that means they can keep him company and tutor him wherever possible. How did they end up like this??? Uh…. Don’t worry about it.

5. Pensives. Somebody has to learn from history, and books are boring dammit. And easily edited. MC’s got your back kiddos.

6. How long do wizards live? Oh shit, yeah, MC is still alive. Heyyyy bitches, I’m your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! Who here knows how to throw a bitch at a wall? No? Well we got a lot of catching up to do. I may be old, but I’m still the best damn duelist around.

Idk, I wanted to have some fun with this and I haven’t seen anyone do this with an actual character. You can add backstories and shit. I hate reader inserts, okay? Don’t judge me :/ (also I’m tired of the romance, I love me a good ship, but my aromantic ass wants to see cute platonic shit, okay?)

Here’s my MC for Hogwarts Legacy, even tho I don’t have the game, lmao:

Morgan Diane Rook (They/Them)

Black wavy hair that goes just past their ears, gray eyes, tan skin, freckles, round face, scar on their cheek, and in Hufflepuff (my house, also for the rep)

Sass master, protective friend, and just a little bit feral, will laugh in the face of enemies. Unforgivable curses? I don’t need to be forgiven, I just need you to cease existence. You were very rude to my friend.

Obligatory Slytherins need a designated Hufflepuff best friend.

Blame the attitude on the Uncle who took them in after their parents died in an accident. Uncle Jack is from the states and ran in a gang before he went straight for his kid, he’s trying his best dammit. It’s also why they’re a transfer student, they spent a few years with Uncle Jack in the states before moving back into Mom and Dad’s place. He hired a wizard tutor, no worries. He don’t get all this magic shit, but he loves his kid, and that’s enough reason for him. They’re a damn good duelist for a reason.

Morgan also knows how to use a gun, just because :)

Idk, I think they’re neat

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #hogwarts legacy mc #someone write a fic #im tired of romance #plz #gimme time travel #gimme different eras interacting #i need to be fed #oc #original character #morgan is named after arthur morgan #hence the outlaw uncle

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third-generation-female-warrior · 3 months

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WIP tag game from @twinsunstars!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(Full disclaimer, without even counting, I already know I have more WIPs than taggable people, so we'll just ignore that last part.)

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A Tale of Two Imperials, Chapter 3 - Captured by the Nightbrothers, Omega must rely on Cal Kestis/The Second Brother to find her before it is too late...

Breathe - A one-shot in which Lyana comes into realize just how important Omega is to her (pre-epilogue)

Cavalry - When Omega joins the Rebel Alliance to serve as a pilot, she expected dogfights, espionage, and a long fight against the dark grip of the Empire. She didn't expect a reunion with a certain General to turn into something introspective about what the war takes and what it leaves behind. In the perfect world, this is my 50K magnum opus that examines a very rich relationship between Hera and Omega as they grapple with feelings and whether or not they have a place in their worlds that are filled with things like trauma, duty, war.

Coveted Honor, More than Two - Padawan Omega continues to improve in the Order, but her Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, grows concern with the fact that she struggles to connect with her fellow padawans. In an effort to break her out of her shell, the Council assigns her and Obi-Wan to a mission with Jedi Master Jaro Tapal and his padawan, Cal, Kestis, to set up an outpost on Bracca.

Coveted Honor, The Light - The origin story of how Omega was found by the Jedi on Kamino.

Daughter of the Creed - When a mission for the Rebellion leaves Omega stranded on a backwater skuzzhole of a planet, she must maintain her undercover identity as a Mandalorian bounty hunter to the convert that took her in, when she stumbles across a small but impact Imperial operation on Nevarro that connects to a difficult time in her past.

Hold On - What if CX-02 captured Omega on Teth? It's a race for the Batch to find her before the shadow clone has the chance to make it back to his ship, but who he is under the helmet might change everything (spoilers: he's still not Tech).

Secrets of the Buried - Chapter 12 - Hell, where do I even start with this one? The climax of this fic, there.

Tales from Marauder Lane - New Slang - A cute little one shot that explores what it means to be a Mandalorian in the Republic States, but it's actually a DinxOmega chapter that I've been trying to write for @happydragon.

Tales from Marauder Lane - War Games - Lyana learns why no one should ever go paintballing with four teenage Mandalorians, starring Mox, Stak, and Deke!

To Take a Risk - When what was supposed to be a simple mission for the Rebellion lands Omega in the path and at the whims of a smooth-talking gambler, she must play his game in order to complete the mission, and try not to get swept up by his charms in the meantime, because he does flirt with her in the middle of a shootout. Starring, Lando Calrissian!

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Oh god, I don't even know who to tag here... do what you want with this post.

#wips #my wips #tbb #bad batch fanfic #star wars fanfiction

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Tomb of the Goshenite Stargazer Dragon - Chapter 1

THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS HEAVY SUBJECT MATERIAL THAT MAY TRIGGER READERS WITH ANXIETY, DEPRESSION AND PTSD. CHAPTERS 1-4 INCLUDE DISCUSSION OF:

PHYSICAL DISABILITY ASSOCIATED WITH ROBINOW SYNDROME,

REACTIVE ATTACHMENT DISORDER AND ITS CONNECTIONS TO THE AUTISM SPECTRUM,

CHILD ABUSE WITHIN FOSTER CARE,

PARENTAL NEGLECT POST-ADOPTION,

LOSS OF INNOCENCE DUE TO INTERNET EXPLORATION,

AND THE LOSS OF AN ADOPTIVE PARENT.

FURTHERMORE, SOME CHAPTERS CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT.

Bat divider by @violetbudd

Creator support banner by @cafekitsune

Latest revision: August 18, 2024. Added "Support your creators by reblogging" banner. Revised story Description following recent developments in the story, and moved it to Masterlist. Added Chapter summary. Added ⏭️ emoji below end of chapter banner with text explaining its function as a navigational button.

Chapter summary: Ra's brings Faith Lawson to Wayne Manor, and gives Bruce sufficient information about herself and Thalassic Space, then Faith sends Bruce home via a door that appeared in the Holding Room Ra's was in, in Platonia.

[In order of appearance] Characters: Bruce Wayne (Batman), Faith Lawson (TBA; self-insert) J'onn J'onzz (Martian Manhunter), Carter Hall (Hawkman), Shiera Sanders (Hawkgirl), Diana Prince (Wonder Woman), Urania (OC), Ra's al Ghul, Damian Wayne (Robin), Tim Drake (Red Robin), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Stephanie Brown (Spoiler).

Word Count: 9700+ / 11, 682 (post-revision on July 24. Seriously.) 4092 (July 30 revision. MUCH better.)

Content warnings: Mild depiction of blood; Urania talks about the murder of Ulia and her lover, a trans boy, both who were mutilated, and Ulia's corpse was raped; Faith talks about her adoptive father's death; Faith talks about the high school knee injury that sowed anxiety and depression in her life; Faith talks about her harrowing foster care experience, in which she was given Benadryl instead of proper discipline and attention.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Saturday, February 10, 2024. 1:12 AM.

Batman meditated at the bottom of the left stairs in the great hall of Wayne Manor, the soft lights kept on during the night alight creating spots of amber in the dark. A woman with a light soprano voice groaned in pain and coughed violently behind him, from the study door, and continued to cough as she entered the great hall. She heaved and gasped for air while approaching him. ‘She has the seasonal flu.’ Batman noted. He turned his head to observe.

The young woman was ivory white, 4'6" tall, and had uncombed, mid-chest length black hair, three inches of ash blonde grown out at the top. She had a round face, a bulbous nose, hazel green eyes, dark circles, and dark, thick brows. She wore a black T-shirt and black pyjama pants with white ghosts, and light grey socks. She walked with a slight limp and carried a navy-blue duffle bag with golden letters spelling NVSS.

'I don't recognise that school. Her arms come to her upper thigh. Her biceps and forearms are about five centimetres long. She has dwarfism.' Her feet were wide, the arch of her right foot high. 'That can’t be her only injury that required operation. Her limp tells me she’s overexerted herself tonight and that she might have had a knee injury, which might have been caused by her dwarfism.'

Her chest was a C cup, she had thick thighs and 'A nice ass, I won't deny that.' There was an open cut on her right forearm. 'The item or weapon the villain used to cut the young woman activated her magic, displayed as the thin layer of white-blue light around her right hand. She stopped the attack and sent the villain away, likely to some kind of pocket dimension, giving her time to pack some belongings. But because of her disability and the villain possessing the item, she had to come along.'

'Also, this villain knows Batman's identity. They brought her here to get on my nerves. Narrows down the list by a lot. My guess is Ra's al Ghul.' Batman interacted with his gauntlet to begin an audio recording that he broadcast to the Watchtower. Martian Manhunter, Hawkman and Hawkwoman were on location, the latter two approaching the monitor.

The woman said, "Hi."

"Hello." Batman replied. He stood and climbed the steps to stand in front of the woman. "What’s your name?"

"Faith Lawson. I'm from Earth-33, and I'm twenty-four years old. September 4th, 1999, is my birthday."

Batman said, "Nice to meet you, Faith. Welcome to Earth Prime. Are you from British Columbia, Canada, by chance?"

"I am! Um, would you please help me?" From the study, a man screamed, his voice travelling with numerous wild screeches.

Batman noticed the light around the woman’s hand brighten. 'It must be managing her nausea while she needs to talk.'

The young woman said, "Oh, Platonia just acted on the last request I had, in case he cut himself with it, thinking it would give him control of Platonia. He's been brought to a Holding Room. No windows or doors, just a timeout. Time passes at half-speed in Platonia, and he's durable, so we don't need to worry about him dying."

'Not sure I believe that.' Thought Batman.

The computer of the Watchtower announced, "Welcome, Wonder Woman and Urania." Urania was a ivory white skinned woman with black, curly hair and dark brown eyes, wearing a toga and Greek sandals.

"Is she safe?" Said Urania

"She seems to be. Sounds like she has the flu, though." Hawkwoman said, walking back to Hawkman and Martian Manhunter with Wonder Woman and Urania.

"Welcome to the Watchtower, Urania of Pierian Spring. Please, tell us about your daughter." Said Martian Manhunter, as Wonder Woman, Hawkwoman and Urania stopped nearby Martian Manhunter and Hawkman.

"Sorry, one minute, Faith." Batman said the young woman, pointing to his ear.

"Oh, you're probably listening to the Watchtower, where Urania just arrived, right?"

"Yes, I am. Sorry, Watchtower. Urania, you may continue."

Urania said, "Thank you. In her previous life, 687 years ago, Faith was born as Ønske, sired by Víðarr and birthed by Skuld, and named by the Allfather, Odin. Skuld and Víðarr were too duty-bound to raise her, so Freyja and Freyr fostered her. The summer she was fourteen, Ønske saved a dragon pup from poachers on Vanaheim during a new moon, and returned the pup to its mother. The pup, Skinne, had a body of goshenite, a pink right eye, a yellow left eye, and pink and yellow stargazer lilies on her wings. Her mother, Frodig, was fluffy with pink fur and yellow eyes, and her father, Skjør, was made of white diamonds and had eyes of pink quartz."

"Frodig merged Skinne with Ønske to bestow Ønske with her Dragon Persona, the Goshenite Stargazer Dragon. That autumn, Ønske met Danu, the Fairy Queen of the Celts, after saving a coven of human fairies from Catholic witch hunters using seiðr and draconic illusions. From Danu, Ønske was given a Fairy Persona named Solas, whose firery sunrise wings turned black with dazzling white stars if Solas stood under a new moon. At fifteen, Ønske hunted with Freyja in Jotunheim for the troll-wolf beast called Blokkere, whose eyes and horns burned blue fire like the Naglfar. He was a pet of the pirate warlock Ebony Giant Elf named Bartholomew, who made himself captain of the Naglfar with his dark magic, eldest of the three sons of the Fallen Angel Nerobzal, once the Court Fool of Yahweh named Erophael. Oh, shall I tell you his story, as well? It is relevant."

"I don't see why not." Said Martian Manhunter.

"When Roman Emperor Nero committed suicide, Erophael laughed. Because it was not for joy but out of mockery for Nero's pathetic life, all life on Earth began to destroy itself. Yahweh banished Nerobzal to the Ninth Circle of Inferno, where Lucifer told Nerobzal about the white door behind Lucifer that no angel, demon or sinner had ever been able to open. Lucifer said that Nerobzal could claim whatever was beyond it, if he suceeded. There was a rather alarming situation involving the abomination living in the Perimeter of the Ninth Circle and Lilith that required the full attention of the angels, demons and Demon Hunters, who all ended up fighting each other. Nerobzal was freed by a kiss-ass demon who loved Lucifer, and Nerobzal skid on the ice towards the door. When he touched it, he knew what to do. Ulia, would you mind telling us the ritual?"

"Sure! So, the Domain of Platonia is a fortress entity inspired by the Navidson hallway from House of Leaves surrounded by the Skybox from the Team Fortress 2 ARG Project Skybox, defined as Julian Barbour’s platonia, a hypothetical entity containing every possible momentary configuration of the universe, primarily accessed via a door opening ritual inspired by the Doom II mod MyHouse.wad. Domains can also be created as a sailing ship or spaceship. I've had the idea of Platonia for about a year."

Urania said, "When you were a demigoddess, you knew about it for three years, until your death."

"MyHouse.wad reintroduced me to House of Leaves, and Platonia inspired the other two types of Magical Occupancies in Thalassic Space. Realms are moon planets created by gods, demons, demigods and demi-demons for magic people, which are Astral, Snow, Ebony and Fir Elves, Oak Dwarves, Spruce Humans, and anthropomorphic people, which include Felidae, Canidae, Lacertilia, Chiroptera and, ha ha, lemme, lemme say this a little slower so I don't get it wrong: Cyprinodontiformes,"

"That was pretty good!" Said Hawkman.

Faith laughed as she finished the sentence. "To live on with the creator. Plains are magic islands that can have shores on multiple planets at once, and are inhabited by magical creatures and humanoids, such as fairies, unicorns and Dragon Kin, namely Dragon Form people, along with dragons who do not have a humanoid form, and monsters and beasts who may have a humanoid form."

Batman hummed. "I'm with Project Skybox and MyHouse.wad. Tim went on a long rant about both of them, when they were trending."

"Oh, good, that saves me som time. In Thalassic Space, Platonia will also appear if someone does that ritual, or places their left hand on the door, knocks five times, and then opens the door. The ritual can be undone by doing the same with your right hand on the door after closing the door." Batman hummed.

"The Departed are ghouls original to Thalassic Space who serve the Four Princes of Hell. If enter Platonia without the ritual, the Departed and Umbrella Man will find you. When Platonia realised my aductor is a demon, it stopped being aggressive after he found the Nordic iron doors to my dragon tomb. Well, the Departed are surely trying to eat him, but Ra's is durable."

"Ra's al Ghul. I thought so. Not many of my villains know my identity, or would go so far as to bring a would-be victim into my home."

"Yeah, we had a wet dream where I was in his bed. He said I was perfect: a girl who looked like I do, had a creative mind, and, he assumed, powers that he could manipulate. I closed my eyes with a tired, amused hum, ya know, 'cause it was a lucid dream, and weird things happen all the time. I tried to let the episode end and take me somewhere else. But my Role was transferred to my Nero Persona, a jumpscare girl with a kuchisake-onna smile named Odeya. She had other ideas about how to end the dream. She poked her head from under the bed, told Ra's how to open a Door to Platonia, and then he woke up in front of his closet door and did the ritual."

"He could manipulate your mind, too."

"Oh, I know. If he wasn't evil, I'd be into him. I'm asexual panromantic. I don't need to explain my undying love for gender expression, but I will say that one thing I've learned from playing The Lord of the Rings Online and meeting Preston is that sometimes older men and women are pretty awesome. They can be patient, romantic and wise. Those are like, my favourite parts of a person that aren't physical. I love looking at facial features, followed by shoulders, back and hips, hoo mama!" Faith tilted her head back as she said this, and laughed. Urania and Wonder Woman giggled. "You obviously know asexuality is a spectrum, so I don't need to explain that." Batman nodded, humming. "I also have a personality disorder called Reactive Attachment Disorder."

"I’m familiar."

"My foster parents did the damage. My adoptive parents tried, but they couldn't gentle parent me for long, so my dream world version of my mom is cruel."

"What about your dad?"

"He passed in November 2021 from an aortic dissection. He was a good man. We all miss him."

"I’m sorry for your loss."

"Thank you. Anyway, we can just go in the room, I'll open the door, tell the Departed to leave with a gift of my hair and blood, and then the old man can take the door home. We'll see him again when we see him again. If he finds me in my next dream, I'll try just send him home? W-We'll see. Have Zatanna on speed-dial."

"I'll do that, Faith. Thank you." Faith nodded.

"You were saying, Urania?" Said Hawkman.

"Yes, thank you. After eight long hours, Blokkere was slain, but Ønske's left leg and lower back were brutally wounded. As Freyja held Ønske, she had a vision that urged her to leave with Ønske for Pierian Spring, in the forest on the back side of Mount Olympus. They arrived under a full moon, and Freyja begged for Ønske to live and walk again in exchange for the muse who would accept to become Ønske's mentor. My sisters and I had foreseen their arrival and Ønske's future as Faith, and agreed that I was best suited. When I healed her, I bestowed upon her the name Ulia Χαμένος (Chaménos), meaning 'lost', as tribute to the people of Thalassic Space whom she would go on to protect. I prefer to call her Ulia, as you have surely noticed."

"For four years, Ulia travelled with Freyja and Freyr or with me and my sisters around the Nine Realms and Ancient Greece. She was even invited to Paradiso, the summer of the first year, and the archangel Uriel greeted her as patron angel and bestowed Ulia her mortal name and story, which she would be reborn as. The Yule of her nineteenth year was spent on Mount Olympus, and among its guests was a elf-eared, silver dragon-skinned transgender prince with white hair and blue eyes named Argophael. He was sired by Menoetius from Opus and birthed by Danu, Fairy Queen of the Celts, but stolen as a babe by Bartholomew, which my sisters and I did not know of, nor had heard about from the Norns. Zeus revealed it was secret because Bartholomew had taken planet Bafsina of Thalassic Space hostage, but it could be freed now that Argophael can fufilled his quest to arrive at Yule. Zeus told that Argophael was Ulia's Animus and one true love, but it was an ill-fated love, as Bartholomew would now not only hunt Argophael, but Ulia."

"Argophael gifted Ulia a snowglobe depicting a galaxy containing a white-blue O-type star to the north, an asteroid belt of goshenite to the east of the star, a black hole that I knew to be Sagittarius A* to the south, and an asteroid belt of obsidian to the west of the black hole. Ulia kissed Argophael, and a yellow G-type star and a red M-type star appeared in the galaxy, colliding with the O-type star and sending a massive wave of energy into space, creating a solar system like Earth's before the G- and M-type stars merged and became the "vampire" companion of the O-type star that it had been missing. Ulia and Argophael slept together that night, and the next morning drew the first chalk-portal to Thalassic Space on a wall of Mount Olympus. They travelled for three years, sending letters frequently, and settled in the Puzzle Tower at the Carnival of Seasons of White Sun Harbour on the moon planet Realm of Tree Peoples. This is where the Ebony Elves, Oak Dwarves and Spruce Humans of Thalassic Space came from. Astral Elves came from the Lightless Realm, ruled wisely by the second son of Nerobzal, Krampus, before he was tainted by the Fool's Poem, written by Nerobzal after he escaped into Platonia."

"The Fool's Promise was the self-mutilation that those who read the poem aloud with hatred in their heart would undergo to submit themselves to him, and join Nerobzal's army of undead, dark sorcerers, and evil vampires and werewolves. Snow Elves came from the Lightful realm, ruled by the youngest son of Nerobzal, Santa Claus, until they and Santa fled with the Astral Elves for the three original planets of Thalassic Space, Yotutrnaeyl, Bafsina and Grace, after Krampus was lost to the Fool's Poem. Last of the Tree Peoples, Fir Elves came from the Realm of Album, and in the northern sea of which was the island called the Sanctuary of Gla'si where the first unicorns and pegasi of Thalassic Space were born from the womb of Epona, sired by Helios."

"Bartholomew murdered Argophael and Ulia as they were enjoying the night life of the Carnival from the balcony of my tower. It was an air assassination committed with Bartholomew’s black ebony sword aflame with the blue fire of the Naglfar. The cat anthropomorphs who maintained the Puzzle Tower and filled with the sounds of their own children and challenge tours for carnival guests found the lovers the next morning. Argophael's body had been mutilated, his face and the skin of his hands and feet removed as he died. Bartholomew raped Ulia's as she bled out, and seared her arms, legs and stomach with the fire of his sword."

"Gods, that's horrible." Said Wonder Woman.

"The cats restored their bodies and laid them in the sarcophagus in the final room of the dragon tomb Freyja and Freyr prepared, at the command of the Norns, after Ulia had recieved her Dragon Persona. The tomb was filed with draugr and traps."

Faith said, "My dragon tomb is actually a dungeon. It's Saarthal from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim."

"Hm." Said Wonder Woman, with a smile. "It sounds like you had fun creating all of this, Faith."

"Oh. It's obvous, isn't it?"

"Oh, it is, but that's not a bad thing."

Batman asked, "How long have you been working on Thalassic Space?"

"Since my dad died."

"You’re unpublished?"

"Yes. The Double Eight of Thalassic Space will be my first. It's been taking a while because of depression and other things related to being an adult on income assistance who's only been employed for a year now."

"I think it'll be a hit." Said Wonder Woman.

"Aw, thank you!"

Urania said, "The last room takes a deviation from Saarthal, however. A massive, beautiful stone bridge where friends and family left letters and gifts connects the doors to an island surrounded by water from Pierian Spring. The island hosts the sarcophagus of Ulia and Argophael, as well as the sarcophagi of ten Dragon Priests."

Faith said, "For context, usually one is enough to pose a challenge."

"To exit without retracing your steps, you have to solve one of four puzzles. That will return you to the surface of the Plain of Ulia and Argophael, in the southern waters of the Realm of Tree Peoples. And that, ladies and gentles,"

"And non-binary peoples!" Faith chimed in.

Urania laughed. "Yes, them too, is a comprehensive retelling of how Ønske Ulia Chaménos lived and died."

"Thank you for sharing the story with us, Urania. And you, Faith, for your assistance." Said Martian Manhunter.

"What can I say? Storytelling is my passion! Oh. Ha ha. Mother. Guess what I still have to tell them, after I send Ra's home?"

"What do you feel is necessary, daughter?"

"The Dream World on Paper, and how, through it, I'm the Great Little Starwriter and Playwright of the Rondo Theatre." She said at half volume, making eye contact with Batman, "I prepared too much, in four years."

"You might have. It's all solid, though."

"Thank you!"

Urania said, "Yes, Ulia. You should tell them that, too."

"OK!" Faith said, cheerfully. "Into the study we go." Faith and Batman went into the study. There was a new white door on the far wall.

Batman said, "The window is gone."

"It will come back, once we end the ritual." Faith led Batman to the door. She pressed her left palm to the door and knocked on it five times with her other hand, left hand glowing neon orange as she knocked. Two seconds passed. Five knocks sounded from the inside. Faith opened the door. Before Batman and Faith was a long stone hallway with a bend to the right.

"Platonia, do you understand me?" An upwards grumble from the walls. "Please show us where you're Holding Ra's al Ghul. Thank you." Four seconds passed. The walls moved towards the exit, then rightwards for several seconds before opening to a small room with a four-foot-tall ceiling. Ra's was crouched and slashed his sword towards eight naked humanoids with pale grey dry skin devoid of genitals, hair and eyelids. The goshenite dragon tooth, the size of a pomegranate, laid on the ground near Ra's’ feet.

"Hello, Departed." Faith said. The creatures snapped their heads towards her. They had monochrome irises and neon red pupils. "That is enough. Leave my dragon tooth at my feet and return to the Underside. You may take a little bit of my hair and blood as payment. Thank you."

Instantly, the Departed scattered, phasing through the concrete walls. Three tried to bite Ra's arms and legs while Ra’s roared and fought them off. One Departed used this commotion to take the dragon tooth, and hurried to the entrance, stopping inches in front of Faith and placing the item down. Faith's cheeks rose in a smile. She crouched on her left knee, picked up the tooth in her left hand, and cut off a bit of her hair, offering it in her left hand while gently dragging the tooth along the wound on her arm to draw blood.

Batman kept an eye on Ra's. The demon sat, bewildered and out of breath, watching Faith and the Departed. Faith said, "You may drink for three seconds and share it with your kin."

"Thzaznank yabozuz." The warped voice of the Departed said. It took Faith's hair into its right hand. It made eye contact with Faith, pausing. Batman saw a spark of ill-fated attraction in her eyes. The Departed held Faith's wrist with its left hand and bit into her wound and began to drink.

Martian Manhunter said, "I don't recognise that language."

Hawkman said, "Probably because it's from Faith's fictional galaxy."

"Once fictional, now realised." Hawkwoman said.

"Precisely so." Said Urania.

Batman muttered into his gauntlet, “It’s a letter substitution language. It said, "Thank you."."

As Batman whispered to the League, Faith said, "Ow." And hissed. Seconds passed. "You are out of time."

The Departed separated its mouth from Faith's arm and licked its thin lips. "Yabozuz tazsrte delabiciouzs."

"You taste delicious." Batman quietly translated.

"I'm glad you enjoyed. Take care, now."”" Faith bowed her head.

The Departed mirrored the gesture. "Goz'dbzyabe." It turned and scampered away and to the right, phasing through the wall.

"That was “Goodbye.", obviously." Batman said.

"That door behind you will take you home, Ra's." Said Faith. "You've been given mercy by the Domain of Platonia, and the Nero Spirits who serve the Princes of Hell. Nightmares will burden you for two weeks, then one of the ghouls who just harassed you will visit you a quarter after one o'clock in the morning and offer to take your memories and knowledge of Thalassic Space in return for peace. Pursue my power again and you'll meet more of the evil and good forces of the galaxy, and me, with practice of my powers."

"You're fucking mad, girl." Ra’s smirked. "You could make this easier for both of us if you had just laid there and let me use you."

"I don't like men who don’t know boundaries. You're hundreds of years old, so there’s no point in trying to teach you. I'll just keep sending you home with blue balls." Ra's growled, got on his feet and opened the door. "Have a good night." Faith said, in a friendly tone.

"Goodnight." Ra's said, grumpily. He entered the door and closed it behind him. Faith sighed, closed the Door to Platonia, and repeated the ritual with her right palm, emitting white-blue light, on the door and her left hand on the doorknob. Batman noted that her hand stopped glowing, idly. The window returned.

"How was that?"

"That was good. Thank you." Faith nodded. "You can take any of the guest rooms on the right side of the next floor. I'll have Damian bring some tea up for you, and I'll bring you soup and medicine in the morning."

"Thank you." Faith walked out with Batman. She grumbled in pain as she began to climb the stairs.

Martian Manhunter asked Urania, "Will you be visiting your daughter tonight, Urania?"

"No. I will visit once she has had sufficient rest," Urania made claws with her fingers, pointed together and posed as if holding a rock melon sized ball. A golden celestial globe appeared in the space her hands had made. Urania grabbed it, and offered it to Martian Manhunter, who readily accepted it. "Or if she needs me when you are unable to reach Zatanna for magic control."

"That sounds all well and good, Urania. Thank you again." Martian Manhunter offered to shake Urania's hand.

Urania accepted the gesture. "You are welcome. Goodnight, all." She said, leaving the room with Wonder Woman. "And goodnight, Ulia!"

"Goodnight, Mother!"

"Robin?" Said Batman, stopping in the hallway as Faith entered the first guest room and turned on its light.

"Yes, Father?" Robin appeared from the shadows of the upstairs floor, close to where Batman stood.

"Would you please make Faith ginger tea with honey?"

"Yeah, OK."

"Thank you." Batman followed Faith into the bedroom.

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