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frattweek · 2 years ago

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Behold...

The FrattWeek Mini Bang gave us fic + art collaborations, including TWO podfics!

There's fluff yet there's angst, there's action and there's introspection, there's smut as well as PG13... Comics or TV, AU or canon-compliant - you've got it all, for all your tastes! Sexy times? Road trips? Mermaids? Hanahaki? Kink? Sick fic? Good dogs? Trans characters? Friendship is the real superpower? Vampires? Feels? Construction worker!Frank? All of that, and more!

Here is the main tag on this Tumblr blog: #frattweekbang and here is the AO3 collection ! Works are tagged as needed on Tumblr and AO3.

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Stomach Aches (AO3) by @kal-thas and @saturntellsme Summary: Another cough wracked his chest, something soft and bloody settling on his tongue. Floral mixed with iron and spit hit his nose, pain wracked his system again. Stomach twisting into knots. Matt/Frank hanahaki au

Rainy Moods (AO3) by @hardwiredweird and @unwanted-animal Summary: During a stormy night in, Matt and Frank find themselves unable to keep their hands to themselves.

Your Six (AO3) by @andaniellight and @b-421 Summary: Frank had never been inside his apartment, but never kicked Matt out of his safehouses when he followed him back like a curious puppy, never trailing him like a mark. Nipping at his heels, maybe, but flirting was safer than most of their other interactions. He fucking missed the guy. Not because he'd broken the no-kill promise - Frank never made that promise but he missed having a friend that supported his 'night habits' without offering a lecture. Frank understood all the parts of Daredevil that he couldn't explain to anyone else - all the parts nobody else would care about.

The Good kind of Pain (AO3) by @anna-hawk and @nkeiiin + podfic by @confusedandhopeful Summary: Matt and Frank return to Matt’s apartment after a long night on a mission. Frank was shot in the stomach, but since he’s been wearing a body armor, it’s only a large, albeit painful, bruise. After Matt checks him for deeper damage and comes up with nothing, some banter ensues that leads to Matt pressing into Frank’s bruised stomach. The noise Frank makes is not only from pain. When Frank retaliates, Matt realizes that he enjoys receiving the pain as much as giving it, and so does Frank.

Something old and something new (AO3) by @neko-kohaku and @nkeiiin Summary: Frank and Matt are having a moment™ while waiting for Karen and her date to join them for an after-work dinner

Ethically Sourced (AO3) by @wellofhavoc, @unwanted-animal Summary: When Daredevil goes missing, it's up to Frank Castle to find him. However, he's not the same man he once was. He has a hunger that he refuses to sate.

Hills and Pines (AO3) by @jxthics, iithril, and @andaniellight Summary: Frank is grumpy, but the bad kind of grumpy. Matt decides to do something, and helped by Foggy and Karen, prepares a roadtrip.

Sensory Soup (AO3) by @tofuthebold and @alohdark Summary: Scent could be a dangerous concoction. A sickening miasma or some sort of wonder that tugged at an empty stomach.

Awful Ideas (and their benefits) (AO3) by @kal-thas and @ieatcomicbooks Summary: Matt knows he was being an ass the whole night leading up to this. He knew that the lingering touches stayed maybe a second too long to be just friendly, that he was closer than usual. t4t fratt fic

Tensile Strength (AO3) by @plumedpenn, @wellofhavoc, and @tofuthebold (post) Summary: David recruits Frank to deal with a bomb threat, so Frank recruits Matt to track down the culprit. How it turns into a fake date with Red, he’ll never understand, but if Red’s not gonna behave himself, then neither will he. (And so what if he’s got that ass backwards?)

Double Life (AO3) by @unstable-river and @b-421 Summary: When he took the job on the police force, he was chasing a lead and the pansy-ass cop training was a walk in the park after his stint in the Marines.

A Study of the North American House Hippo (AO3) by @eobardthawneallen and meowvelous Summary: Matt’s not happy when Frank corners him into dog-sitting, but the dog - a pitbull named Sasha - takes a liking to him. With her around, Matt is surprised to find that the nightmares from his past are easier to live with. And later, spending time with her has the bonus of getting to know Frank better too. While both Sasha and Frank are nothing Matt never imagined for himself, they might end up helping him realize exactly what he does need. Featuring: Matt’s various found families, Jessica Jones actually smiling for once, a barely-keeping-it-together Matt, and a surprisingly stable Frank.

deep thoughts about soup (AO3) by @unstable-river and @alistrawrites Summary: "You're the worst drama queen I've ever met," Frank says, showing no sympathy whatsoever and Matt rolls over and groans into his pillow. (Matt has a cold. Frank takes care of him anyway.)

Frank Castle Defense Squad (AO3) by @wellofhavoc and @art-and-jazz (post here) + podfic by @confusedandhopeful Summary: Frank is found out and tracked down by police to Matt Murdock's doorstep, but Matt be damned if he's going with them. And he just might be if help doesn't arrive from the strangest places.

Like Clockwork (AO3) by @rrr-nightingale and iithril Summary: Every day, at the same time, Frank sees the same stranger walking by the construction site he's working at. Every day, at the same time, Matt feels the gaze of a stranger on him as he walks by a construction site. It could have stayed like this, but sometimes paths are meant to cross.

like a pitbull in a basement (AO3) by @hardwiredweird and @ieatcomicbooks Summary: After a fight that runs out of control, Frank and Matt work shit out. Sort of.

Diving for Pearls (AO3) by @plumedpenn and @tooattached2fictionalcharacters Summary: After everything that’s happened, Frank finds himself ready to pick up his guitar again. Matt thinks that’s great and all, but he’s more interested in just picking up Frank.

You'll Never Sink When You Are With Me (AO3) by @stripedscribe and @barionyx Summary: Time passed, weeks, months, and what Ock had said weighed heavily on Matt. That there could be someone out there who could grant them what they so wanted, their happiness, their forever. “We’ll see you-” Matt couldn’t say soon, they didn’t know how long it would take, how long before they would have to accept they weren’t coming home. “We’ll see you again.” The danger was in the unknown. In the areas they lived, the areas they visited most often, they knew what to avoid, which creatures, which plants, what part of the environment was most likely to hurt. But here, further than he’d ever been, everything was strange, everything was new.

Muscle Memory (AO3) by @flamebird-j and @roipecheur Summary: A typical run-in with a warehouse full of arms dealers takes a turn when Daredevil shows up to rain on Frank's parade, gets himself shot, and then uses the last of his strength to save Frank's life in a way Frank never would have expected. Four days later, Matt wakes up in the hospital with a stomach wound he doesn't remember getting a whole night missing from his head.

Denial and Truths (AO3) by @alohdark and @unstable-river Summary: Guilt and fear twisted in Matt’s gut and he tried to pull himself away from Frank, pull himself away from his words. “I’m not a murderer.”

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imnotwolverine · 4 years ago

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Wolfie’s Fic Recs | The Grand Library of Kink 1/2

THE GRAND LIBRARY OF KINK - Allow me to give you a list of treats to quench the unbearable thirst between your thighs.

>> Looking for part 2 of this list? <<

🖐WARNING: NSFW - SMUT below the cut 🖐

Author’s note: Let’s be honest. You probably are prowling the Tumblr grounds for the same reasons I am: there’s some darn good porn fics out here. And in the year I’ve been in the Cavillry, I’ve gathered a most wondrous collection of soft to extremely kinky fics. Time..to make a more comprehensible list of my favourites thusfar! (💦It’s long, so you better have some fresh panties at the ready💦)

In this library you’ll find:

Part 1:

Self-help 101

Cherry Popping Goodness

Vanilla With A Sprinkling Of Sex Toys

Vanilla - Toybox Special

Henry’s Hands Special

The Hook-up

Part 2:

Sensory Delights

The Triple Threat

Fuck - The Geralt Special

Take It Like A Pussy - The Napoleon Special

Hammer-time - The Walker Special

Cpt. Cunnilingus - The Syverson Special

Thighs And Canes - The Sherlock Special

Fem!DOM

Self-help 101

[This one’s all about the act of self love - solo masturbation]

Toys are for boys. Unless it’s in the bedroom..right? Almost The Same by @lunedelorient [Henry x Reader]

Mike can’t help himself as his gaze falls upon your lipstick stains on a beer bottle. Where else would he like those stains to be? Lipstick by @emyearns [Mike / reader]

A toy arrives to sweeten the lonely nights when Henry is away. There’s only one minor detail as the package is being unwrapped; she isn’t alone yet. Flying Solo by me [OFC x Henry Cavill]

I love fics written in Henry’s point of view. In this one Henry can’t take it no more. He simply needs to let off some steam; I Need A Woman by @chamomilebottom [Henry Cavill x reader]

This man gets caught..a lot, doesn’t he? You give Henry a helping hand as you catch him in the shower in Welcome Home by @rosethornsanddaisies [Henry Cavill x reader]

I wasn’t sure whether I should put this in the self-help section. So consider yourself warned: watch out..you’re in for a solo-lovin’ surprise in On Display by @ladyreapermc [August Walker x Reader]

Cherry Popping Goodness

[There’s a first time for each flower to bloom - loss of vaginal/anal virginity]

The bookstore meet-cute, the skipping heartbeats, and the fluster of cheeks as she just read a steamy passage of her book aloud. It’s the perfect recipe for romance...though there is one tiny, tiny... Her Minor Thing by @ladyreapermc [Henry Cavill x erotica novelist!OFC]

For one night only, gigolo August Walker will make all your fantasies come true. His specialty? Sweet, innocent little flowers. Velvet Chains by @littlefreya [August Walker x reader]

The morning after the cherry popping, a bud starts to bloom. White Honey by @littlefreya [Henry Cavill x reader]

This fic! This. Fic. I hadn’t seen I Capture The Castle when I read this fic, but it made me fall for Stephen so freakin’ hard that I kind of watched the movie straight after. It’s sweet, blushing-cheeks worthy and utterly cinematic. Bluebells by @yespolkadotkitty [Stephen x reader]

August Walker, a virgin? Well..there’s a First Time For Everything by @hope-to-hell [August Walker x reader]

Theseus didn’t mean it to go this way. But he was so thirsty - and now for more then just a drink of water. To Die of Thirst by @hope-to-hell. [Theseus x reader]

It’s Geralt’s first time and isn’t a Witcher body just a fascinating thing..hmm... Anatomy Lessons by @princess-of-riviaa [Geralt x experienced!reader]

I didn’t know bullet point lists could be this sensual and H.O.T. - First Time w/ Henry by @henchry [Henry Cavill x reader]

GOODNESS ME. Can first times be like this for everyone, please and thank you?! My Flower gives you squirt-inducing, sweet talkin’ Henry making the most out of this special little moment. By @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Wait till marriage with August? Highly unlikely....right? Uncharted Territory by @chamomilebottom [August Walker x reader]

Now onto some other sanctuaries to plunder. (Anal that is) Poker Night @foodieforthoughts [Syverson x OFC]

Lets @littlefreya’s words entice you into a new world as you and Henry finally pick the Forbidden Fruit (yep, anal again) [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And now we’re on the anal train, I do notice that men barely ever get any backdoor lovin’ from their partners. And I know, I know: most men are really apprehensive about it. But goodness can it be good! Sy has learned of it’s sweetness and reminisces that first time in Sy And The Sex Tape by @hope-to-hell [Syverson x reader]

Vanilla With A Sprinkling Of Sex Toys

[Couple’s sex with just a touch of kink]

Let’s start with a game. Written in the language of love (French that is), this enticing bit of foreplay gets the blood streaming alright. Invisible Touch by @emelinelovesjc [Henry Cavill x reader]

Is it time for my favourite poetic foreplay fic?! YES it IS! Ode by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether just does something for me and I can simply not explain - just go ahead and read it and see for yourself! [Henry Cavill x reader]

The key to good sex, is foreplay. And teasing during an event? You bet your sweet ass you can get Henry riled up. Tease by @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Ready for some myrrh mountain-esque, super indulgent eroticism? Read Confessions by @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Birthday sex

What do you give a man who has it all, for his birthday? A little boudoir, a little make-out on the couch and...Happy Birthday by @rosethornsanddaisies [Henry Cavill x reader]

Apparently boudoir pictures for Henry’s birthday is on y’alls mind! A Picture’s Worth by @sunflowersstan gives you a belated birthday present - but that definitely should not spoil the fun. [Henry Cavill x reader]

Home (coming)

For once, Henry is forgiven for his ungodly early alarm clock: it’s beach time! And Kal will be there too. Home by @chamomilebottom [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry, unfortunately, isn’t always home. In fact, he’s away quite a lot. Meaning it’s all the important to make up for lost time: Welcome Home by @geralt-of-baevia [Henry Cavill x reader]

And what’d you do if he finally comes home, but an impromptu surprise party is organised by his friends? Better Keep Quiet, baby. By @toomanystoriessolittletime [Henry Cavill x reader]

Does that come with side effects? When a 200 pound beast tackles you after coming home, you just might feel it in the next few days. Lust Worthy by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Home is also domestic goodness ( “Can I, baby?” He whispers against your cheek, placing a soft kiss to it, his eyes searching to meet yours. >> I mean..YES YOU CAN!! DO WHATEVER YOU MUST YOU HUNK OF A BEAR 😩) in this sweet ficseries chap by @lovelycavills: The Night [Henry Cavill x reader]

Tropes to lovers

Friends to lovers trope, anyone? Of Fck It by @tillthelandslide gives you beers on the couch, friendly banter and then WOOPSIEDOODLIEDOO. [Henry Cavill x reader]

More friends to lovers with one accidental wet dream while lounging on the couch with Henry. Dreaming by @yoursecretsmutblog [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or perhaps PA/boss to lovers? Thunder by @toomanystoriessolittletime gives you Henry in full Geralt gear and rain..lots and lots of rain - meaning it’s time for a ..😏break. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

One more PA story to get the storm in your pussy settled. Years after working for Henry, you send a drunk text and he Answers. In the flesh. By @toomanystoriessolittletime [Henry Cavill x reader]

Audio porn

Another thing I got quite attached to while I learned all about my kinks here on Tumblr, is audio porn. And what better than to have Henry do some audio recording for us thirsty women? Erotic Audios Present... By @thetaoofzoe [Henry Cavill x OFC]

More audioporn!Henry? @toomanystoriessolittletime has got you covered with Talk Dirty To Me, starring photographer Henry who has had.. a bit of a past - and doesn’t his voice sound terribly familiar? 🧐[au!Henry Cavill x reader]

Communication

Smutty fics practically always skip the “So what do you actually like”-part. Well. This fic covers it - and then some. The Interview by @peachyvulpixie. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And communication is very - very important. Especially when moving stuff around, right Henry? A Little Bit To The Left by @lunedelorient [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Communication is also key when you want to decide on sub/dom dynamics. Switch has daddy vibes, but in a domestic, confidential, well-established relationship. By @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or, you may just want to tell sweet Henry that it’s definitely okay to get a little louder between the sheets. Express Yourself by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

A thrilling ride

Want to “chose your own adventure” in smutty style? @sciapod’s got just the thing you’re looking for with BD Morning Energy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Sometimes it’s rough, sometimes it’s sweet, but ever and ever; it’s truly Henry. Read about various types of horny Henry in Shapeshifter by @wanderinglunarnights [Henry Cavill x reader]

Body/orgasm insecurity

This was a very personal piece to write. I have difficulty reaching orgasms, especially with a partner, so for all fellow ladies with the same little problem: Henry is here to give you some Riding Lessons between the sheets. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And I’m so, so glad that there’s at least a few of you here on Tumblr who can also get a little worried and even impatient between the sheets. Thankfully Henry is the posterboy of Patience, ready to unravel you piece...by.. delicious..piece. By @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Nipple love

Female nips get all the lovin’. But male nipples? Not often. Tease by @the-soot-sprite will make sure that is taken well taken care off. [Henry Cavill x reader]

Alright, and now for a little female nip-nip action, let’s dive right into the action. Rough lovin’, shovin’ Cavill is showing you how terribly fucked out he can get you in In My Thoughts by @jolly-polly [Henry Cavill x reader]

Horizontal vs. vertical sex

Shower sex is such a delectable topic to read about (even though in real life it’s usually awkward and impractical). Let your dreams bring you..after workout Showers with Henry by @darklydeliciousdesires [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or perhaps honeymoon shower sessions? Mirror by @tillthelandslide [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Did someone say honeymoon? Marshall remembers having to climb through that darn window the night before he married you and it makes for a super sweet, domestic fluffy smutty sex scene. And did I mention there was family right at the other side of the door? 👀 Locked by @fourmarkdove [Marshall x reader]

After all that working out it’s time for some food. But what would Henry prefer: ragu or you? What’s Cooking by @writingforhenry [Henry Cavill x reader]

Netflix and Chill

Netflix and chill, anyone? This Movie Night becomes a little steamy 💦 by @writingforhenry [Henry Cavill x reader]

It’s really difficult to watch tv with Henry around, and Freya gets a little frustrated with his incessant teasing; can a woman not just watch some Mindhunter in peace, damnit?! The Refund by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Play-time!

From game play to girlfriend play during an extremely boring day in lockdown. Confined by @darklydeliciousdesires [Henry Cavill x reader]

More game chair smuttiness? It’s Game on! Mic on! - And ..Eh.. wait..what?! By @thecavillchronicles [Henry Cavill x reader]

Is tickle-play a thing? After a long day where everything seems to have gone wrong, you just need a good shag and Mike will make sure you can Sleep soundly tonight. @emyearns [Mikey x reader]

Alright, it’s a thing. Here’s some more tickle play with Marshall. Laughing During Sex by @promptandpros [Marshall x reader]

Hereby I declare that hairplay is also a thing. And with curls like Henry’s..I mean..come on. Love So Soft gives you dry-humping like horny teenagers after a bad day - and yes..hairplay. By @princess-of-riviaa [Henry Cavill x reader]

Needy Henry

Sad sky eyes are in dire need of some medicine, but Rose doesn’t realise until she’s getting some action for herself that the best medicine for Henry’s malady, is probably not watery soup. In Morbus Et Salus by @fanficsrusz [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Drunk Henry is in need of a midnight snack. And it’s a good thing there just happens to be one in his bed. Drunk In Love by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x reader]

And the next morning he might just be a really, really needy bear. (My boyfriend, for one, is always EXTRA horny when he is hungover 😂) Five More Minutes by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x reader]

A few more

And five minutes is probably all you get when you have kids. But it just makes these little mommy and daddy moments all the more sacred. Close To You by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

There’s also not a lot of time when you’re in a limo, trying to get your groove on. 🎶Driver roll up the Partition pleaseee 🎶by @fanficsrusz [Henry Cavill x reader]

Now to finish off this vanilla segment: vanilla kisses! Lick Me Till Icecream by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

Vanilla - Toybox Special

[A special toy segment for you vanilla(ish) lovers]

When it’s play time - long work day or no - Henry better be prepared for some frisky business. On Purpose by @wanna-do-bad-things (also hell yes for including some toys!) [Henry Cavill x one very frustrated OFC]

More toys? MORE TOYS! Command And Obey brings you dom!Henry being a terrible teasing ass, but alas..it still gets you all kinds of wet *shrugs* By @wanna-do-bad-things [Henry Cavill x reader]

Perhaps need some dom!Clark instead? With toys? We’ve got you covered. By @poledancingdinos [Clark x OFC]

Now, let’s not forget about Henry’s favourite toy of them all. His bike. In Good Vibrations by @deathonyourtongue [Henry Cavill x reader]

You find Henry pleasing himself with something you didn’t even know he owned; a fleshlight. Henry’s Toy by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry’s Hands Special

[I can’t be the only one who has the hots for hands]

Having a bad day? Talented fingers belonging to one caring man of a Henry are here to let off your steam. Burn The Couch by @meowpurrbooks [Henry Cavill x reader]

I’m glad I’m not the only one who has a complete and utter obsession with male hands. This fic is amazing in every way. It’s got suspense, hands AND Henry; Idle Hands by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x Reader]

More handsy stuff is offered in this private drawing session. Draw Me With Your Fingers by @emelinelovesjc [Henry Cavill x OFC!author]

This fic? ..it’s hands-on work. I must give a disclaimer: I’m hard to please when it comes to daddy!fics, but this one I truly enjoyed. It perfectly rides (hehe) the fine balance between rough throat fucking, choking and usage of the endearing nickname ‘little fawn’. Hands by @twhstuckylover [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry’s hands are here to warm you up on a cold day in Finger Work by @yoursecretsmutblog [Henry Cavill x reader]

The Hook-up

[A little less established, a little more messy. But definitely h-o-t-h-o-t-h-o-t]

Changing rooms may just hide a Dirty Secret (and crotchless pantyhoses) by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Being toyed around, Henry can’t stand it any longer - and goodness where did he leave that darn bowtie?! Caught In The Storm by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x Reader]

Syverson is also not one who likes to be toyed around with, especially when you’re in the same bar wearing that deliciously short dress and his favourite high heels. Mine by @yoursecretsmutblog [Syverson x reader]

Dancefloor delights and popping buttons (is this a good time to admit I have ripped some shirts like that? *woops* 😅) - this quite exhibitionistic fic is an utter delight and I’m Glad You Came by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x reader]

Since this is steady-hook-up I wasn’t sure whether to post it in this segment or the Vanilla segment, but ..yea..it definitely deserves a read! Rules Of Engagement has Em and Henry coming to the realisation that a friendly hook-up isn’t all that easy. Especially not when one foul IUD throws baby dust in their busy lives. By @ladyreapermc [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Marshall specials

An old friend/lover shows up just when you find yourself with the predicament of a broken down car. Before you know it you’re having car sex with one curly haired police officer in..yea..a police car. A Perfect Shitty Day by @toomanystoriessolittletime [Marshall x reader]

OOPH you girls are in it for the Walter hook-ups. Forget That Asshole follows up after you had one particularly disappointing blind date. And thankfully a blue eyed sweater-bear-man is there to provide you some much needed consolation. By @penwieldingdreamer [Marshall x reader]

Sex on set

On set things might just get a little steamy, so might as well take ..*clip scene* ACTION! Touch Me Tease Me by @deathonyourtongue [Henry Cavill x OFC]

More on-set delights? Perhaps with a touch of embarrassing nerves? Directed By La Petite Mort by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether [Henry Cavill x reader]

>> Looking for part 2 of this list? <<

Artworks/edits are mine ❤️And as always: if you have more fic recs to add, share them in your reblogs/comments!

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nevertheless-moving · 4 years ago

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Suicidal Misunderstanding XXI

Part I - - - - - - - - Part XVIII - - - - Part XIX - - - - Part XX

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

“This is Master Kit Fisto, requesting permission to land.”

“Hold on one moment please, General Fisto.”

A crackling sound filled the air while Ahsoka bounced her leg anxiously up and down in the copilot’s seat.

“I’ve been told to redirect your shuttlecraft to auxiliary seven. Sending coordinates now.”

“Aux Seven?” Kit frowned at the comm. “Are you certain? That’s a deployment pad.”

“Affirmative, High Council Orders. You and Commander Tano are to land on aux seven. Have you received the coordinates?”

“Yes, yes- I know where I’m going. Thank you. Over.”

“Over.”

Ahsoka shot the Nautolan Master an anxious look.

“Maybe they realized Obi-Wan’s injuries were actually an attack and they’re redeploying me and Skyguy to go after the jerk responsible?” the Padawan asked hopefully.

Master Fisto grimaced. “I would hope they’re not sending you out into the field so soon but I suppose the Ghost Nebula crisis has been escalating. Ahsoka...if they are assigning you a mission and you’d rather stay at the temple-”

“I should be with Master Skywalker and the 501st,” Ahsoka said resolutely. “I shouldn’t have left them in the first place. Skyguy said I could help the war and see Lee Char and I just-” Ahsoka cut herself off with a slight snarl.

Kit sighed. “You’re a remarkable padawan and commander. I simply wanted to let you know I’m happy to support you if you wish to rest.”

The young tortugan bounced her leg a little more. “Thank you Master Fisto, but I’m fine.”

They spent the rest of the short flight in silence. When they finally reached the landing pad, they were met by a small contingent from the 501st, as well as Master Windu himself, who greeted them with a short bow and a placid expression.

“Master Fisto, Padawan Tano, I trust your flight went smoothly?”

“Yes, Master Windu,” Kit and Ahsoka said in unison.

“Padawan Tano- is there any thing I should be aware of that would prevent you from shipping off with the 501st? I regret that you won’t have time at the temple but...situations are escalating rapidly and it’s been agreed that the best place for you is onboard the Dauntless.”

Ahsoka straightened her spine. “I’m ready for my next mission Master Windu.”

“Sir-” Captain Rex interjected, “Does this mean that General Skywalker isn’t stepping down from command anymore? Surely you’re not shipping Ahsoka off alone?”

A muscle throbbed in Master Windu’s forehead. “General Skywalker’s status is classified.”

Captain Rex opened his mouth.

“As is General Kenobi’s. You will simply have to trust in the High Council’s decision. Padawan, follow the Captain to his transport shuttle. Master Fisto, you’re with me.”

Ahsoka started to move in a daze but Kit stopped her with a gentle hand to her shoulder.

“Mace- surely you can tell young Tano more than that before sending her out- she’s already partially informed regarding the situation with Master Kenobi. I realize time is of the essence but a Padawan’s place is with their Master, correct?”

The troops shifted and Captain Rex openly scrutinized General Windu. The Jedi looked calm. Too calm. He was hiding something. Obviously.

“I’m afraid it’s all classified, including what you’ve already been told. All I can tell you right now is... to trust in your General.”

Rex, already close to his breaking point, snapped at Windu. “Are you talking about Krell?! That demagolka is-”

“Watch your language, Captain.”

“Yes, sir.”

Master Fisto frowned heavily “Mace, I’m not comfortable with this. As a fellow council member, I ask we delay sending Ahsoka until we’ve had a chance to discuss things further- I’m happy to fly her to a rendezvous with the 501st if that’s what we decide.”

Windu shook his head firmly. “I’m afraid that time of the essence and the matter isn’t open to discussion. You have your assignments. Padawan Tano will be technically placed under Master Krell’s watch, though I’m explicitly assigning her to focus on her duties with the 501st. Padawan, you’re to focus on your military responsibilities with Captain Rex, not training with Krell; he’s received a copy of my orders in the regard. Everyone needs to trust that the council has- a bigger picture than any one campaign, or any one person.”

A hint of frustration crept in Master WIndu’s tone and Ahsoka swallowed down her bitter thoughts.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, saluting the Master of the Order with military precision. Rex snapped off a salute as well, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder before guiding her away.

“Mace, what the-”

“Not here.”

“I’m not-”

“Not. Here.”

Master Fisto cast one last look at the retreating 501st before chasing after the Human Jedi Master, the force too turbulent to tell him if it was the right decision.

To Kit’s continuing dismay, he was led not inside the temple, but to a nearby speeder. Mace was dead silent for the short walk, gesturing silently to enter. Kit’s lips tightened but he climbed in, a temple guard starting to fly the moment the doors shut.

“Mace-”

“Read this,” Master Windu said brusquely, pushing a datapad into the Nautolan Master’s hands.

Master Fisto scanned the screen, large eyes growing wider the longer he read.

“No!” Kit gasped, floundering in the force for reassurance, but Mace’s shields were like durasteel. Kit softened slightly.

“Master Kenobi...you really don’t know where he is?”

Mace stared out the window.

“Keep reading,” he said hollowly.

“...You think he might attempt to assassinate Dooku? AND the Chancellor? By himself?”

“He was...disconnected from reality at points,” Mace said carefully. “He was aware of that fact, but seemed to blame the Sith and the Politicians for the war. His...trust in the Order is severely shaken.”

Kit continued to scroll through the pad, pausing and reeling in horror. “He stabbed Skywalker?!”

Mace nodded tersely. “And now Skywalker’s AWOL as well. He handled Obi-Wan’s initial...breakdown as well as can be expected, given the circumstances, but his continued shocking behavior after waking up...Skywalker was already severely shaken before Kenobi got to the worst of his ramblings.”

“Force,” Kit said heavily, rubbing his forehead.

“I know I wasn’t fair to Padawan Tano, but the council felt the need to get her off planet and away from specifically dangerous elements.”

Master Fisto groaned, leaning back. “I can’t believe the expansion region is considered a safer option than the temple.”

Kit looked out the window. “Mace...why are we heading to the Senate Rotunda?”

Windu seemed, impossibly, to tense up even further. “I need you to brief the Chancellor on Kenobi.”

Kit’s head whipped around, tentacles flailing behind. “I just landed on planet,” he responded in disbelief. “Wouldn’t it be better for someone was actually there to do that?”

“I can’t,” Mace said, a hint of anguish breaking through his shields and voice, before his jaw clenched shut.

Kit drew back, alarmed by the falter in stoicism.

Master Windu’s collected himself with a shaky breath. “I have to ready the 187th; with Kenobi and Skywalker out of the picture we need every General on the front lines now. I’m sure the Chancellor will agree, once you brief him on how dire the situation is.”

There was a short pause as the two collected their thoughts.

“...The last few days have been hell, haven’t they?” Kit asked quietly.

The Harrun Kal Jedi chuckled darkly at that. “They’re nothing compared to the shit-show that’s about to unfold.”

Master Fisto bent over, dropping his face to his hands.

Windu steeled himself before continuing on. “I need you to organize the Chancellor’s defense. Try to stress to him that he should be guarded by a Jedi at all times- tell him- tell him whatever you have to about Kenobi, so far he only knows that he was ill, but you’re authorized to give more details than I previously disclosed- his medical file is attached. Tell him our worst suspicions if need be. The fact that you’ve been off-world...makes you...above suspicion in some respects. I’m...sorry Kit. I know I’m throwing you in without proper support but...it’s the best I can do. You’re going to have to explain to the Chancellor how stretched thin we are.”

The Nautolan smiled weakly. “You don’t have to apologize, Mace, you’re the one heading to the front.”

Mace didn’t reply.

The speeder arrived at the Senate Entrance.

Kit steadied himself, grabbing the datapad and holding it like a shield as he marched inside. The speeder peeled away, heading back to the temple. Master Gallia pulled off the temple guard mask, frowning even as she navigated back the way they came.

“I don’t like this plan,” she protested again.

“Neither do I,” Mace agreed. “Do you have a better one?”

“We don’t know that Sidious’s mental abilities are that strong,” she said desperately.

“We don’t,” Mace agreed again. “All we know is that he’s subtle enough to conceal himself from us for over a decade while gradually steering us towards destruction, and also powerful enough to defeat us all in combat.”

Adi Gallia took a long meditative breath, desperately seeking calm as the force roiled, massive waves of upheaval rippling across the galaxy.

XXII

#star wars #star wars au #time travel #star wars fanfiction #angst with a happy ending #suicidal misunderstanding au #my au #star wars au no 27

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itsupermanti · 2 years ago

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I’ve had this idea for how I would do a My Hero Academia Superman AU.

Introducing, the

MY HERO SUPERMAN AU

Here are the key points that I would like to make for this AU:

In this AU, Izuku is the unknowingly heir of two great legacies since his birth. The legacy of his parents, Hisashi and Inko, who were known to the world as the unlicensed heroes, Superman and Wonder Woman.

In this AU, Hisashi was born the Kal-El of this universe’s Krypton who was sent to Earth to save him from the planet’s destruction. He was found and adopted by Chiyo Shuzenji, aka Recovery Girl, and her husband Josuke Shuzenji, who raised him with the values that all people can choose to do good, they simply need a light to guide them towards a better tomorrow.

After learning about his adoption, Hisashi would leave his family farm in the countryside, being guided by a crystal found with him in his ship, leading him to create the Fortress of Solitude and training with Jor-El to control his powers.

Once his training was complete, Jor-El encouraged him to return home and resume his human life, so that he could answer the question, “Why do you wish to help them?” Jor-El encouraged Hisashi to, “Open your heart to them. Find out why you wish to be their champion.”

Hisashi was reluctant of becoming a pro hero, since he knew that the Hero Association would want to find a way to contain him and turn him into their personal weapon should they realize how powerful he really was and where he came from. Josuke encouraged him to simply do what he thought was best, and Chiyo gifted him his first costume, based on a dream she had of him, a great man soaring through the air. He would had his family crest to the chest.

Hisashi would initially act as a vigilante, only use his super speed and super strength to get around and fight, and not use his heat vision or ice breath, since he knew that people would wonder how he would be able to wield such abilities.

He would eventually draw the attention of Nana Shimura, and her daughter Inko Midoriya. For this AU, Nana would be the daughter of Hippolyta and Zues, making the equivalent of Diana Prince. This would make Inko the granddaughter of Zues, with her attraction quirk coming from her father.

Inko was the one who gave him the name Superman, and she and her mother realized early on that he was different, that he held back his power. They would confront him and tell him their own secret as a sign of trust.

Hisashi fell in love with Inko as soon as he saw her and told them his story, and why he was reluctant to show what he could really do. Inko would be the one to encourage him to show the world that they can be better, to remind why heroes came about in the first place, to not be afraid, “I wish it was okay for you to fly.”

Hisashi would take those words to heart and begin to show more of his powers while fighting villains, as well as truly helping people in everyday life, from talking down suicide jumpers and would be thugs, to providing relief aid in the aftermath of a natural disaster.

Inko would then take it upon herself to use the powers she inherited from her grandfather to help as well, and debut as Wonder Woman.

Hisashi and Inko would work together, both as hero/vigilantes, and as investigative reporters for Musutafu Hero News. They quickly began dating, and were quickly married.

They would continue their heroic work together, with support from Nana, but despite her public support of them, All Might was still wary of them, for showcasing multiple abilities. The public’s support of them would continue to grow with time, until the day that the whole world was shaken to its very core.

Doomsday would come to Earth, and many pros would be beaten into submission, including All Might, until Superman killed him, seemingly at the cost of his own life.

Superman would receive an honorary funeral ceremony, with the Hero Public Safety Commission hoping to be able to inspect his body, only for the body to go missing.

Hisashi would return to Inko, revealing that he was simply put into a coma. They then decide to retire, with the world believing them both to be dead. They would have Izuku a year after these events.

The events from the series go about the same, with Izuku proving himself worthy of inheriting One for All to Toshinori, and inheriting the quirk the day of the exam.

However, in the middle of the exam Izuku awakens his Kryptonian abilities thanks to One for All and Nana’s spirit jumpstarting his powers, allowing him to score enough points to break All Might’s record, and easily save Ochako.

After the exams, Izuku tells Inko about his new abilities, and she calls Hisashi. They decide to tell Izuku everything. He is initially overwhelmed, but Hisashi assured him that he is not a freak, and that they will always love him. He encourages Izuku to stop looking down on himself and that with their powers, “We can save them Izuku. We can save all of them.”

While training his new abilities, they learn that Izuku also has Telekinetic abilities that can be used to augment his Kryptonian powers while low on sunlight.

Once the school year starts, Izuku is much more confident and evens asks Ochako out on a date after the events of the battle training. While out on their date, they encounter and rescue Eri early and she is placed in their custody, with Hisashi and Inko spoiling her in order the earn the title “favorite grandparents”.

During the events of the USJ, Izuku goes all out and defeats the Nomu faster than All Might ever could in his prime.

This leads to All Might becoming suspicious of his successor.

The Sports Festival is announced, and Izuku uses it as an opportunity to reveal himself to the world as “Jon-El, the Superboy, Son of Superman”. While many in the audience are left in shock and fear at the kind of power he can potentially wield with such heritage, Ochako looks on with happiness, having been told his family’s secrets, unafraid of what others might think of him.

He gains much approval throughout the Events not just for his power, but his sportsmanship as well. He inspires Shinso to keep working hard and knocks some sense into Shouto, as well as breaks Katsuki’s underserved sense of superiority, and wins the Sports Festival.

He takes on Gran Torino’s internship, who learned his secret from Nana herself. He confronts Stain and openly challenged his unrealistic standards for heroes, proving that he was genuinely insane.

All Might’s paranoia has grown to the point that he believes Izuku to being manipulated by All for One in order to close to All Might, with his paranoia made worse by Recovery Girl and Gran Torino acting as if nothing is suspicious at all and refusing to elaborate.

The Final Exams come around, and All Might reaches his breaking point when all of his attacks don’t even faze Izuku, leading him to go on a rampage trying to hurt him. This forces Izuku to subdue him by force with a punch to the head, shocking everyone there with the fact that he was strong enough to do so.

He becomes dejected when he realizes that his class becomes afraid of him, but recovers with encouragement from Ochako, who declares his love for him, and Eri, who looks up to him in the same way he does Hisashi.

All Might is then berated by Recovery Girl and Gran Torino for lashing out, and inform him that Izuku is Chiyo’s Grandson as well as Nana’s, and that he can be trusted.

The events of the Training camp occur similarly to the canon, and the class is introduced to Inko and Eri, who tag along. Izuku gets Kota to open up and see heroes in a new light.

The League attacks and initially overwhelm the pros there, until Inko arrives, having been called by Eri, and reveals herself as Wonder Woman. She easily pushes the villains back and makes short work of the nomus. Izuku also makes quick work of Muscular by showcasing his telekinetic abilities to target his body’s vital points, and rendering him unconscious. Bakugo is still captured, same as in canon.

When the public learns of Bakugo’s kidnapping and confronts U.A. over it, Inko steps up and berates everyone there for accusing U.A. of being negligent over their students’ safety, instead of letting them focus on finding and rescuing Bakugo.

The group of students go out to rescue Bakugo themselves with Inko’s help. All Might confronts All for One, only for Inko to rush pass him and begin wailing on All for One for killing her mother, showing that her strength is slightly above All Might’s prime.

All for One manages to subdue her and hold her in place with his quirks and was able to weaken Izuku when he flew in to help with a chunk of Kryptonite. He reveals that he knew that Hisashi wasn’t human and that he was still alive, since he was the one who had really scarred All for One with his heat vision. He begins to beat on Izuku and forces Inko and All Might to helplessly.

He is about to deliver the fatal blow, when Izuku unleashes a telekinetic pulse that pushes him, and frees Inko allowing her to destroy the Kryptonite. And just as All Might is preparing to use up all of his power to confront All for One, a voice from above calls out, making everyone freeze out of shock and awe, “That’s enough!”.

Hovering in the middle of the air, with a presence akin to a divine being about to render their judgement, is the thought to be dead hero, Superman in a new suit. He makes quick work of All for One, and as All for One hangs defeated in Superman’s grasp, he yells out in defiance, saying that he was dreaming if he thought that he would surrender to an extraterrestrial being like him, with his declaration having been heard by the news crews nearby. Hisashi then knock him out with a punch.

Hisashi floats in the air, seeing and hearing the shocked and fearful words of those watching, shocked that he was alive all this time and afraid of his extraterrestrial origins. All except for his family, especially Inko, who all smile at him fearless, and he is reminded of why he fell in love with her, and reveals his greatest secret to the entire world.

“My name is Kal-El of the planet Krypton. I was sent to this planet as an infant by birth parents in order to save me from our planet’s destruction, and raised by a loving couple as their own son. You all believed me to have died in my battle against Doomsday, but I simple retired to be with my family. Know this, though I am an alien, I grew up on this planet. Earth is my home, it’s people are MY people. I’m still the one that you all called Superman, the man you all chose to be your champion.”

He and Inko then reveal the sources of their powers, and that the El family crest is a symbol that stands for Hope. Overtime, the world begins to accept them as heroes, with new heroes appearing with abilities that are much more powerful than quirks, with some not even having any at all!

I’ll determine what happens next at later date. But I’ll go more into detail over the Midoriya/El Family;

Hisashi Shuzenji Midoriya/Kal-El:

He looks like an older Izuku with black hair and blue eyes. His personality and powers are akin to Rebirth Superman. He is kind, courageous, compassionate and more human than any other pro. He truly embodies the principles of hope that tomorrow can lead to a better world. He is capable of moving or destroying entire planets, flying through a red sun, and can power through the weakening affects of Kryptonite. He is the counterpart of Clark Kent/Kal-El.

His original costume(he eventually goes back to wearing it):

His second costume(worn when he confronts All for One):

Inko Shimura Midoriya;

She is much like Rebirth Lois Lane, with the calming presence of DC animated universe Wonder Woman. She is fearless when it comes to facing the unknown and is accepting of others. She is nurturing by nature and wears her emotions on her sleeve. She is still prone to her bouts of intense crying like in canon. Her powers are akin to Rebirth Wonder Woman, and she does everything she can to ensure that hidden truth always comes to light. Her hair turns black when she uses her powers due to magic. She is primarily Lois Lane’s counterpart, with Nana being Diana’s primarily counterpart.

Her Original Costume:

Her Second Costume(worn when she revealed herself at the training camp):

Izuku Shimura Midoriya/Jon-El;

He much the same as Canon Izuku, and when his powers awaken, he begins to take on personality traits of both Teenage Jon Kent, and New 52 Superman. He wants to be able to help everyone, including the villains he’ll end up facing as a hero. He is a man of action and leading by example, earning him the title, “Teen of Tomorrow”. He’s powers are on the same scale as New 52 Superman and Superboy, and can use them to the same proficiency as Infinite Frontier Jon Kent. He has telekinetic abilities that he can use the simulate his dad’s powers when low on Solar Energy. He loves Ochako and their adopted daughter Eri,

and will make whoever harms them come to regret it.

His hair slowly started turning black and his eyes turned blue after his powers awakened, to show his Kryptonian genes becoming dominant. He is Jonathan Samuel Kent’s counterpart.

His Original Costume:

His Superboy Costume:

#my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #hisashi midoriya #midoriya hisashi #inko midoriya #midoriya inko #izuocha #eri (bnha)#eriizuocha #dc superman #my hero superman au

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concerningwolves · 3 years ago

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*psst* hey. can i hear about your stormlight/bbc merlin AU?

oh god. okay, it's.. really up in the air right now (and I'm trying to keep it that way lmao) but. here's the broad strokes:

Camelot is the City of Progress, the heart of Vorinism, ruled by King Gavilar who turned it from a relatively unimportant city to one of the biggest powers in the land

instead of magic being illegal, it's surgebinding

something something the spren collectively decided to retreat from albion (roshar? haven't decided how much of an au this re: locations) after the massacre that Gavilar ordered

(on the topic of which, Navani is very much alive so i won't be using bbc merlin's plot of "uther blames magic for his wife's death and therefore outlaws magic and makes it a capital offence")

Kaladin is the Merlin of the AU, sent to Camelot by his parents to train as a physician

i initially had Teft in the Gaius role but now i'm considering Zahel because he'd be an anti-Gaius in so many ways but forced into that fatherly surrogate role by the narrative and i think that could be hilarious

Kal saves EITHER adolin or elhokar and is ~rewarded~ by Gavilar with the position of manservant to whoever it is he saves.

this goes about as well as one might expect considering that he's a budding surgebinder in the midst of a royal family whose ruling monarch violently opposes surgebinding

there are so many characters and so much worldbuilding in the stormlight archive that i have no idea what to transfer, what to tailor to my needs and what to ditch which is largely why i am making it illegal for myself to work on this

shallan as gwen? except gwen who is there to steal from the royal family?

and wit will be in there somewhere. obviously

help me

#i'm in fandoms sometimes

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viking-raider · 4 years ago

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Of Truth and Justice - Part V *Mature*

Summary: They were in a peaceful place, until They called out to her.

Pairing: Clark Kent/OFC

Word Count: 6,036

Rating: M - Justice League!AU, Language, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Soft!Clark

Inspiration: Both Justice Leagues

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long! Thanks to @wondersofdreaming for dealing with my easily distracted muse.

“Where are we?” Calea asked as Clark landed them in the middle of a field.

“This is my family's farm, in Kansas.” He replied, taking her hand and walking through the hip high corn stalks.

“Do they still live here?” She asked, glancing around the simple and rustic land.

“Ma lives in a small apartment in town.” Clark explained, as they stepped out of the field and onto a well worn dirt road. “She says the house has gotten too big for her. But, I still come here, when I need some peace and quiet.”

Calea paused with him at the steps leading up to the front porch of the house. It was peaceful and quiet, just the sounds of crickets, birds, the rustle of the corn stalk leaves rubbing together in the gentle sway of the breeze. No loud sounds of car horns, planes flying over, vendors and commuters. It smelled earthy and organic, untouched, unlike the strong odorous scents of the city, sun warmed garbage, asphalt, hundreds of bodies passing along the streets, car exhaust and petrol.

“It's soothing.” She commented, glancing up at him.

Clark looked down at her and smiled, seeing the type of peace in her that he had when he came back to his childhood home. He lifted his hand and brushed her breeze stirred hair out of her face, gently tucking it behind her ear and bent his head, kissing her tenderly on the lips; but Calea could feel the tingle of its meaning pass from him to her, sending electric jolts through her body. She reached up, cupping his face in her hands and deepened the kiss, pushing up on her toes, her heart pounding as the thrill of adrenaline started to course through her. He pulled back a fraction of an inch, looking deep into her eyes and grinned, seeing that electric zing brighten her eyes, then scooped her up and carried her into the house.

“How do you get out of that thing?” Calea panted, as her back landed on his bed upstairs, motioning to his suit.

Clark laughed at her, reaching down and wedged his fingers into a hidden seam at his waist, then peeled the upper half of his suit off, then stripped off the lower part of it. “Everyone thinks it's a onesie or something.” He laughed, setting it aside and stood beside his bed, in his birthday suit.

“It's too tight for underwear.” He smirked, reading the expression and a lifted brow on her face.

“I can see that.” She laughed, thoroughly amused to know the almighty Superman goes commando in his suit.

“I'm glad you find it so funny.” Clark chuckled, grabbing her by the legs and turning her so they hung off the edge, his hands going to the waistband of her own pants.

“Commando Superman.” She giggled, lifting her hips for him. “What would the world do?” She teased him, hugging her now bare legs around his naked thighs, and sat up. “If they knew.” She whispered and licked her lips, leaning forward to gently press a kiss to his bare stomach, eyes softly closing.

“Won't know, if you don't tell.” Clark murmured back, a soft shiver running down his back at the warm touch of her lips against his skin.

He brushed his fingers through her hair, before tugging on her shirt, signaling her to allow him to remove it. She sat back and lifted her arms as he pulled the garment up and over her head, carelessly tossing it to the floor behind him. The room was cold, since the house had laid dormant and quiet for several weeks, but the heat of passion coursing through them and their advanced bodies felt none of it, they were wired and honed into each other, anything outside of the other, didn't exist.

Clark gently pushed her back on the bed and leaned over her, pressing his lips to her stomach, taking deep breaths of her naked skin, taking in every particle of her scent, nuzzling his face against her belly and trailing more kisses up to her neck, then finally finding her lips again. Calea sighed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and carding her fingers through his hair, making a mess of his curls. She moaned loudly against his mouth as he started rubbing himself against her wet folds, his own arousal wept from the tip of his need.

Breaking the kiss, Clark loomed over her, arms braced at either side of her head, his own head cocked slightly to the side as he regarded her. “God, you are beautiful.” He sighed, touching the tip of his index finger to the center of her forehead and smoothed it down the bridge of her nose.

“Clark.” Calea cooed in a silky voice, tilting her head up against his finger until she could kiss the tip of it.

He smiled at her, feeling her legs wrap tight around his waist, hips nudged against his, an impatient hint to her want of him. She let out a moaning sigh as she felt the head of his length caress her folds for a moment, before parting them and slowly started to slide home, finding refuge inside of her, like how he found sanctuary on the farm. Calea arched her back against him, nails dragging along his back and pressed her palms flat against his shoulder-blades, squeezing her legs around his waist to hold him inside of her.

“Clark.” She whimpered, feeling his long and drawn out thrusts, his mouth attacking her neck. “Kal.” She sighed loudly, nudging the side of her face against his.

Clark's hips paused and he pushed himself up on his arms, looking down at her, his face was full of fearful concern and worry. “I'm sorry, I-”

“You can't hurt me, Kal.” Calea whispered, cutting off his alarmed train of thought, cupping his face in her hands. “You can't hurt me.” She said louder, emphasizing it, pulling his head down until their foreheads touched.

“What if I can?” He mewled, eyes closing.

“You've thrown me through walls and frost breathed me.” She giggled, gently rolling her hips against his still cock. “And didn't leave a scratch. I'm not worried or afraid you can, or even will, hurt me.”

Clark opened his eyes again and met hers, they were trustful and unconcerned, she really wasn't scared of him hurting her, whether he could or not. Calea trusted him, and it was a type of trust Clark had never encountered before. Licking his lips and gulping, an excited and nervous knot untangled in his gut. Biting his lip, Clark pulled his hips back, as much as he could with Calea's legs still tightly snaked around his waist and drove them forward again, using almost all of his strength. Calea cried out, her head thrown back, as the bed shook, and grinned, half opening her eyes to look at him.

“Again.” She egged him on, digging her nails into the skin of his ass, willing him, and showing him that she was all right and enjoyed it.

Fully encouraged, Clark let himself go, putting his full force behind his movement, succumbing to the primal want of unloading himself that he had been taught to hold back all his life, that he restrained so he didn't hurt those around him; the humans around him. Calea moaned, rolling her hips to add the friction that was building between them, the teeny little static bolts of electricity that always generated between them were going wild, sparking with each inch of skin that connected, while the bed beneath them severely protested the force of their love making, popping and groaning, but neither were willing or even coherent enough to stop until they reached the peak of their event. They devoured each other, sloppy kisses and hard, jerky thrusts.

“Calea.” Clark moaned, teeth tugging on her bottom lip.

“Clark.” She cried back, her eyes glowing in that eerie electric blue color.

“Calea.” He growled, deep in his throat as he drove himself deep inside of her one more time.

“Oh fuck!” Calea exclaimed, suddenly feeling the bed beneath her sag and the hard spurts of Clark filling her up, clamping around his cock and came with him. “Oh shit, Clark.” She mewled, eyes rolling shut.

Both of them laid there for a moment, collecting themselves, when the bed gave one more protest about the abuse it sustained and suddenly dropped. With Clark's lightning fast reflexes, he held Calea against his chest as the bed fell in on its frame.

“Are you all right?” He asked, standing up and still holding her, startled.

Calea looked at him, then at the bed, and back to Clark, a huge smile crossing her face and she let out a burst of laughter, entertained that they had effectively broken the bed. “I'm amazing.” She said between spurts of laughter, pressing her forehead to his shoulder and muffling herself into his collarbone.

Clark allowed himself to relax and laughed with her. “That was...” He chuckled and let her go, he chewed on his lip, shyly. “It's so silly and stupid.”

“Like your first time?” She giggled, checking the bed out and found they had broken several of the springs and supports that made the mattress up.

“Yeah.” He nodded, ghosting his fingertips up her spine as she leaned over the bed. “Are you hungry?” He asked, hearing the distinct rumble of her stomach.

“I could eat.” She nodded, standing up straight and regarded him.

“I'll make you something then.”

“You cook?” She asked, smiling at him, while he turned towards a closet door and pulled it open.

“I can.” He smiled, pulling on a pair of loose sweatpants, then handed her his gray, Kansas City Royals t-shirt. “My ma said it was one of the perfect ways to impress a woman. That anyone can take a lady out to a fancy restaurant, but not everyone could make her a good home cooked meal.”

“So, what do you have in mind, Chef Superman?” Calea teased him, pulling on his shirt and her underwear.

“Let me see what we have in the fridge.” He replied and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

Calea followed him down and made herself at home on the bar stool in front of the kitchen island, while she watched Clark move about, opening cabinets and the refrigerator. He stood in the open refrigerator door, chewing on the corner of his lip and tapping his barefoot, trying to think of something he could make her, but there wasn't much food in the house. He looked at her over his shoulder, cocking his head slightly to the side, and licked his lips.

“Ever have a grilled cheese sandwich?” He asked, it wasn't much or anything that would be served in a fancy restaurant, but it was something he could make her.

She frowned at him and shook her head. “I have not.” She replied, curiously.

“Grilled cheese it is, then!” Clark declared, taking out several single wrapped slices of cheese and grabbed the loaf of bread.

Setting a pan on the gas stove to warm up, Clark made the grilled cheese sandwiches, two slices of sharp cheddar cheese between two slices of soft, wheat bread and lightly buttered both sides. Calea intently watched him go about his meticulous process of making them, the way he carefully spread the butter to the very edges of the bread, getting even coverage. Making sure the pan was hot, Clark dropped one of the prepared sandwiches into the sizzling pan and grabbed the lime-green, rubber spatula from where it was stored; gently minding the sandwich in the pan.

“Wouldn't it be faster with your heat vision?” Calea asked, a faint and teasing smirk on her face.

“Only if you want it black and burnt.” He laughed back, flipping the sandwich and revealing the nicely toasted side of it.

“Nope, that looks perfect.” She shook her head, leaning her elbows on the counter to peek into the pan.

Clark finished up the sandwiches, plated them and grabbed something for them to drink, iced sun tea, then sat down at the counter with her. Picking up her pleasantly warm sandwich, Calea took a healthy bite of it, humming as the gooey and crispy goodness filled her mouth. She nodded her head in delight, happily chewing her bite, before taking another one; thoroughly loving it. Relieved she liked it, Clark turned to his own plate and started eating, in the comfortable silence.

“That was delicious.” She finally complimented him, wiping her mouth and gulping down some of her tea.

“I'm happy you approve.” He smiled back at her, popping the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth. “I'll go to the store later and get some more food and I'll make you a really good dinner.” He promised her, taking up their empty plates and took them to the deep, farm sink, splashing them with some water.

The pair were so absorbed in each other, that they missed the sound of an engine coming up the long, dirt driveway and dying beside the house. It wasn't until the creak of the squeaky screen door opening that the comfortable, and almost domestic, bubble around Calea and Clark burst, alerting them that they were no longer alone on the secluded farm. Clark turned the sink off and walked into the front room, his eyes flaring with surprise to see his mother coming in the door, her arms loaded with paper bags, that were full of groceries.

“Oh, Clark!” Martha exclaimed, surprised to see her son, and almost dropping her groceries.

Clark snapped forward, taking the heavy paper bags from her. “What are you doing here, Ma?” He asked, frowning down at her, brow deeply creased.

“Oh, I got a couple days off from the diner and figured I would spend here in the quiet.” She replied, smiling at him and affectionately squeezed his bicep. “What are you doing here?” She asked, giving him a similar frown.

“Is everything all right?”

Clark took a deep breath and looked towards the kitchen. “There's someone I would like you to meet. If you just give me a moment.” He told her, taking the groceries into the kitchen, then flitted upstairs, where Calea and rushed up to, not wanting to meet his mother in only his t-shirt and her underwear.

“That's your mother?” She asked, pulling on her pants, as he stopped in the bedroom doorway.

“She is.” He nodded, going back into his closet and grabbed his Kansas City Blue Jay shirt, pulling it on as he stepped out of the closet. “I want you to meet her.” He added, softly.

“I don't know, Clark.” She replied, gulping.

“Well, she knows you're here.” He told her, tilting his head at her. “I told her you were and that I wanted her to meet you.” He reached out and took her hand, giving it an encouraging and supportive squeeze.

“She won't judge you, if that's what you're worried about.”

“What if she doesn't like me?” Calea asked, biting her lip and glancing up at him.

Clark chuckled and pulled her against him, kissing her softly. “I love you, so Ma will love you too.” He whispered into her hair, gently stroking her back. “She's a very good judge of character, so she'll see how good of a person you are.”

Calea wrapped her arms around Clark's waist and nuzzled her face into his chest, gathering her courage, before nodding and looking up at him. “All right.”

“Great.” Clark beamed, taking her hand and led her back downstairs, finding his mother putting the groceries away. “Ma?” He softly called to her.

Martha turned around as she was reaching up to put something on a high cabinet shelf, first smiling at her son, then shifted her attention to Calea, who stood close to Clark, gripping his hand for dear life. “Hello.” She greeted Calea, quietly.

“Pleased to meet you, ma'am.” She greeted her back, nodding her head politely.

“Ma, this is Calea.” Clark said, smiling at her. “Calea, this is my mother, Martha Kent.” He nodded his head to his mother, still smiling at his two ladies.

“How did the pair of you meet?” Martha asked, setting what she had in her hand down, turning her full attention on the couple.

Clark gulped, biting the inside of his lip. “You may wanna put the kettle on, Ma.” He told her, glancing at Calea from the corner of his eyes.

Martha blinked at the pair, but nodded her head and absentmindedly grabbed the kettle, filling it with water and setting it on the burner to boil, while Clark moved around the island, grabbing three mugs from the cabinet, helping her set up the tea. Once everyone had a steaming cup of tea and sat around the kitchen island, a slightly tense moment persisted around them, staring at each other or down at their cups.

“Well..” Martha sighed, breaking the silence. “I'm guessing you're one of Clark's super friends.”

“You can say that.” Clark chuckled, glancing at Calea, who was staring down at her cup. “Calea is like me, Ma.”

“She's a Kryptonian?” Martha asked, a look of surprise on her face.

“No.” Calea shook her head. “I'm something much older than Kryptonians.” She replied, looking up from her cup to catch Clark's eye.

“Calea is a Selian.” He added, looking back to his mother. “They are an ancient race, they are the original race of the universe.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Martha frowned, not understanding.

“My people were the first beings of the universe.” Calea answered her, quietly. “Every race in the universe, and there are many, are a descendant from Selians, my people, from the planet Selion.” She explained to her as delicately as possible, knowing, despite having an alien son, information like this would still be jarring for Martha.

“So, you're from a different planet.” Martha said, summing it up.

“I am.”

“Why are you here?”

“I was sent here, by my parents, the King and Queen of my people, on a sort of diplomatic mission with Humans, Atl--,” Calea started to clarify, but paused. “and others. That was several thousand years ago.”

Martha straightened up, her chin dropping to her chest as she looked at Calea with a wide eyed surprise, and slight skepticism. “Thousands?” She echoed, shaking her head, trying to wrap her head around it.

“Yes, I am immortal, essentially.”

“So, how did you and my son meet?” Martha asked, still shaking her head.

“We need her help with a danger that is currently threatening the planet.” Clark chimed in, seeing his mother's mounting confusion and suspicion. “She's been a great help to us in fighting it. But,” He paused, resting his hand on Calea's lower back.

“She's been a bigger help to me.” He whispered, his face softening.

The expression on Martha's face changed, seeing the look of Clark's face and his body language towards Calea. She saw it now that she was more focused on him. He was fully relaxed as he sat there at the island, a look of pure and devoted love in his eyes as he stared at Calea. She noticed the unguarded way he touched her, not forcing himself to be aware of the strength of his hand resting on her back, unafraid that he might hurt her, if he was careless with his Superman strength and powers. Martha had seen and watched how he was with Lois, when they were together. She thought the love between them was pure and real, Lois knew and understood what Clark was, but even with that information, that deep secret, Clark always had to be mindful of himself with Lois, always afraid that he might hurt her, if he allowed himself to relax.

That issue was evidently not a problem between Clark and Calea, he was relaxed in the way he touched and treated her, and Calea was just as relaxed, not frightened or tense when he touched her, not having to be mindful of Clark's touch, always testing if it was the right pressure and gentle enough.

“You're strong like he is.” She said, softly.

“Stronger.” Clark whispered back, his eyes never leaving Calea.

“I don't know about that.” Calea chuckled, relaxing as she got more comfortable with Martha.

“Like me,” He looked across at his mother. “She's the only of her kind left. A very bad alien wiped them out. Calea only survived because she was here.” He explained to her. “She understands what it feels like.” He said, looking at Martha with a look that said what words couldn't.

“Calea has helped me a great deal, and I love her.”

Martha studied the pair of them. “If you are happy together, then I am happy for you.” She finally said, after several long moments of silence.

“All I want is your happiness, Clark.”

“I am.” He smiled, leaning over to kiss Calea on the cheek, affectionately.

Martha reached across the island and Clark reached back, taking her hand in his and smiled warmly at each other. “Then, I am happy for you both.” She said, smiling at him.

Clark took Calea out to show her around the farm, and while they did that, Martha went about the house. Going upstairs to the master bedroom to grab something, when she noticed Clark's suit just laying on the floor of his room.

“That boy.” She sighed, smiling to herself as she stepped into his room to pick it up.

She stopped, half bent over, when she noticed the strange angle and dip of his mattress, and a still drying wet spot on the sheets; a dead give away of the sex they had before she showed up at the house. Martha tried to repress the image of her son and Calea having, very apparently, such rough sex that they broke the bed in the process, but ultimately opted for leaving his carelessly discarded suit on his bedroom floor and rushed to the master bedroom for what she had originally intended to retrieve.

With his bed broken from their escapade, Clark and Calea slept in the guest room. They laid down, leaving the window wide open to let in the cool country night air into the warm room; the sounds of grasshoppers and crickets filled the air and space. Calea found it soothing, hearing nothing, but the quiet night. But, she also found it disorienting, so used to the deafening silence of the Sol-Gel or the hustle and bustle of the city. She laid with Clark, as his body molded around hers and his relaxed snores in her ear; he was out cold.

It took a while for Calea to fall asleep, unaccustomed to the feel of another body in bed with her, but the reassuring warmth and the feeling of content safety of Clark encircling her, soon overpowered it and she drifted to sleep, the feeling of Clark's thumb unconsciously rubbing her chest as he hugged her against his chest. When she whimpered in her sleep and shivered, Clark's arm hugged her tighter, his body curving around her even more, trying to keep her warm, even while he slept.

But, her sleep continued to be disturbed.

Calea gasped and shot upright in bed, she was still in the Kent house, but Clark was no longer sleeping with her. She shook her head as a loud and incessant hum filled the room, her vision swam as she staggered out of bed, stumbling over her bare feet.

“Clark?” She called out, catching herself on the door frame, and pressing the heel of her hand to her throbbing temple. “Mrs. Kent?” She wobbled out into the hallway, nearly tripping over the carpet runner.

“Kal!”

She yelled out, an overwhelming panic started to surge inside of her, intensified by the mysterious hum, that also seemed to pull her down the hall, like it was tethered to her, and she was being reeled in by its source. Calea wavered down the stairs, slipping down the last three and crashing into the wall at the foot of them. She gasped for air, out of breath, her vision fussy and unable to see, guided by the hum that only grew louder and stronger the more she was forced to follow it.

Calea collided with nearly everything in her path, unsure of where she was or where she was going. It wasn't until she felt cool air and a gentle breeze that she was able to orient herself and realize she was now outside of the house, heading for the corn field. She could feel the scrape of the corn stalk leaves on her bare arms as she slipped by them. The hum was even stronger now, pushing in all around her, like some sort of invisible squeeze, until she reached a clearing in the middle of the field. The force of the hum pressing in around her was finally too much and she dropped to her hands and knees in the bent over corn stalks, feeling the warm drips of blood pouring out of her nose.

“The mighty Selian Princess.” A deep and grating voice hissed within the hum. “Brought so low, that she must crawl on her hands and knees, to her doom and destiny.”

“Sss-Ss-Step-en-wolf.” Calea whimpered through clenched and bared teeth, her teeth bloody from her nose.

Steppenwolf reared back his metal armored and horned head in a dark laugh, enjoying the pain Calea was in. He stomped across the flattened stalks and gripped her jaw in his hand, squeezing painfully, and jerked her head back, sneering at her.

“You have what I need, inside of you.” Steppenwolf hissed, narrowing his eyes at her. “I can not kill you, without destroying what has been imbued in your very being. So, you will either join me willingly or you will be a slave, wielding the mighty power that was bestowed upon you.”

“Burn in hell.” She gritted her teeth, jerking her head out of his hand.

Steppenwolf growled, grasping a handful of hair at the back of her head and dragged her near the center of the clearing, where the hum was strongest, and dropped her there. “Listen to it, Little Princess. Listen to their call!” He barked, pointing at the three Mother Boxes.

They floated a few metres of the ground, faintly glowing, one purple, another orange and the other red. The humming noise they made was the only thing Calea could now hear, but the longer she listened, the more it became whispers, instead of a hum. A whisper from each box, promising and foretelling the future she wanted, the future that will be, once the Unity was complete and she plugged in the Key, unlocking their Unity into its full power and potential.

“Clark.” She whimpered, her hand struggling to lift off the ground.

His image flitted in her mind, like the quick flicker of an old movie reel, the two of them, together, standing on the porch of the Kent farm house, waving; waving to what? The image shifted to a bus, at the end of the driveway; to a little boy, his backpack jostling behind him as he made a mad dash for the bus.

Her and Clark's son.

His resemblance was without doubt, the raven black mop of Clark's curls, the shared blue color of both his parents' eyes. The crackle of instinct inside, that told Calea that the united Selian and Kryptonian bloodlines were preserved in him, in their future son.

But, only if she submitted to the Boxes, to Steppenwolf and his nephew, Darkseid.

Calea's fingertips were just shy of touching the uniting Boxes, desperate for that life, to have a son, to be with Clark; for peace and a sense of belonging. But, she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut against the images and tried to pull her hand back, but met massive resistance, only able to pull her hand back a few centimeters. She tried fighting it, knowing it was only trying to entice her into submitting to it, giving her a dream, within a dream, in hopes it would be enough.

While she wanted it more than anything in the universe, she knew it was a lie, nonetheless.

A horrible pain rippled through her body, like every particle in her body was being ripped out. She screamed through her gritted teeth, feeling them grind together as the pain rocked through her and she fought the pull of the Boxes.

More images came, new ones, the world was dark, but back lit by a sickly orange glow, everything in rubble and desolate, charred and dusty corpses and skeletons littered the ground, a single figure loomed in the distance, atop a mountain of bone, eye sockets glowing a bright red. The ground below her started to tremble and shake, giving away beneath her and left her falling, falling into a dark hole, the muted light of the world above only becoming a pinpoint above her.

“Clark!” She screamed out as the hole grew smaller and smaller, until she was encased in darkness.

“Why didn't you listen?” Clark's voice echoed around her. “Why didn't you give the Boxes what they wanted?” He growled. “You were my world! But, you listened to that stupid Bat, and he took my world from me.”

“But, I'll make him pay. I'll make them all pay.”

“No, Clark!” Calea cried, trying to dig herself out. “Clark, no! I'm here, please!” She begged him, fruitlessly trying to find a way out.

“Help me! Please, help me!”

The cries woke Clark from the sound sleep he had fallen into, his first instinct was to grab Calea closer to him, then figure out why he was hearing it. Maybe, there was an accident nearby? But, when he reached out for her, he only found an empty spot where she had been.

Jerking out of bed, Clark scanned the room and rushed downstairs in search of her. “Calea!” He called out, running out onto the back porch, scanning the night.

“Clark, help!” Calea's voice cried out.

His head jerked in the direction of her voice and picked up her heat signature, he was in the corn field in a split second. He found Calea laying on her back, eyes squeezed shut, face bloody from a bad nose bleed, hands clawing and digging at the empty air, frantic and frightened, crying out for him. He grabbed her hands and pulled her to sit up.

“Calea.” He panted, cupping her face in his hands. “I'm right here, Calea. Open your eyes.” He coaxed her, rubbing his thumbs over her closed lids. “Look at me!”

“I can't.” She cried, furious tears mixing with the blood on her face. “I can't, Clark. I can't.” She panicked, hyperventilating as she clawed at his bare shoulders.

“Yes, you can. Open them and look at me, baby.” He coached and begged her, his own panic starting to gnaw away at him.

“I can't, Clark.” Calea replied in hiccuping gasps. “I can't trust them! I can't trust them.”

“Trust me then, Calea!” He compelled her, gulping at the forming knot in his throat. “Trust me.” He added in a soft whisper. “You can trust me.” He whimpered, pressing his forehead against hers.

Calea took huge gulping gasps of air, fighting the realness of her dream and the dark fright it instilled in her, breaking her confidence to trust herself and what she saw, afraid it was just the Boxes continuing to torment her. But, she slowly opened her eyes, blinking at Clark several times, who smiled sweetly at her. A breath hitched in her throat and she threw her arms around his shoulders and buried her face into his neck, breaking into a sob. Clark squeezed his eyes shut, sitting down on the ground and pulled her into his lap, cradling her in his arms as she wept, making his bare shoulder slick with her tears.

“Sshh, it's all right, it's all right.” He murmured into her ear, rubbing her back and caressed her hair, gently untangling bits of corn husk, leaves and twigs out of it. “I've got you, Calea. You're safe and sound with me.” He cooed at her, kissing her temple.

“I'm sorry.” She whined into his neck, still hiccuping.

“It's okay.” Clark assured her, still soothing his fingertips up and down her trembling back. “What are you doing out here, Calea?”

“I don't know.” She sighed, gulping several times. “I didn't realize I had come out here, for real.”

Clark frowned at her words, and pulled her back, so he could see her red and wet eyes. “What?”

“My dream..” She shook her head, blinking several times, still trying to sort out her mind. “or nightmare. Both, really.” She licked her lips, tasting her salty tears and cooper-y blood on them.

“They're calling to me, Clark.”

“Who?”

“The Mother Boxes.” She sighed, wiping at her bloody nose, that was now starting to dry up. “They called to me, in my dream.”

A weak beam of light shone over them, followed by struggling footsteps. “Clark?” Martha appeared at the edge of the field's clearing. “What are you two doing out here?” She asked, frowning at them and pulling her sweater closed as a cold breeze blew by.

“Nothing, Ma.” Clark replied, frowning at Calea, deeply troubled by what she had said. “Calea just had a nightmare, I thought some fresh air would help her.”

Martha studied the two of them, and knew, as mothers often did, that there was something more to what was going on, but she didn't press them for it. “All right, just don't stay out too long.” She replied.

“You'll catch a chill.”

Clark smiled at her, neither he nor Calea could catch a chill. “We won't, Ma.” He promised anyway.

Nodding her head, Martha turned and picked her way back out of the field and inside the house. Clark turned his attention back to Calea, pressing his lips to her temple and still stroking her back, giving her time to calm down and collect herself.

“They called you out here?” He whispered, once she regained her composure.

“He was here, Steppenwolf was here, with the Boxes.” She sniffled, her head throbbing. “They were trying to entice me into touching them, into empowering the Unity.” She explained, the visions the Boxes had shown her still flickered through her mind.

“He knows, he knows that I'm what he's been looking for.”

Calea met Clark's eyes, her fear unguarded from him. “It's not safe here. Especially, when your mother is here.” She told him, deeply concerned for Martha's safety, she knew Clark had lost his birth parents and adoptive father, she didn't want him to lose the only parent he had left.

Especially not, because of her.

“Then, we'll go somewhere safe.” Clark assured her, brushing her wind swept hair out of her face.

“Clark.” Calea sighed, grasping his wrists. “There isn't anywhere safe. Not here, or anywhere else in the universe. Not while Steppenwolf and Darkseid are alive and vengeful.” She pressed her forehead against his, spent.

“I have to stop him.”

“We need to stop him.” Clark corrected her, thumbs caressing her cheeks. “You're not alone in this Calea, you never have been.” He told her, softly. “I will be with you, every step of the way.”

“So will the Justice League.”

-- Part VI --

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robinrequiems · 3 years ago

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mmm more clishes.... Idk reverse background or personality kind of au? :/

ill do you one better 1 of my favorite mutual, reverse & personality au, they’re the same age bc I have a tiny idea *shy hands*

this is uh. a really long one thay started to lag my phone too

�� oh god guys I got vivid memories of ra’s being a good grandfather and I can’t get it out of my head

• i hate it ur honor

• but ok. krypton didn’t get blown up, instead, they all migrated to earth, more specifically kansas.

• the kryptonians are angry and enraged, they are treated as if they are monsters when they arrived peacefully. they tried to kill them.

• so in return, the aliens killed the humans.

• they created a secret underground. that secret underground is to help aliens or meta humans and kill humans.

• all of them hated aliens and sought to destroy them. until kal el found a reporter trying to help aliens who were injured due to an explosion the government did to take out one of their bases.

• kal el.. fell in love with her. lois lane, she is an reporter fighting for alien rights.

• he met with her. in secret. and they.. had formed a connection. an amazing one.

• and then they had a baby.

• at the alien base, but.. she was human and people did not like that. so they wiped her mind and made her believe that they never had a kid. like the last few months.. wasnt real. she had gone missing those months since the aliens didn’t want her trying to hide the baby, they made her believe the last few months was spent in a coma and kal had found her and taken her to a hospital.

• he couldn’t see her anymore. he mourned for her lost presence, but they would have killed her if she stayed.

• but now they had precious jon el. he would be the highlight of their cause.

• they noticed his powers came in faster than kal’s, so they perfected his powers.

• he was going to bring humanity down on order of his grandfather, jor el

• kal saw his son break slowly. loses that childhood innocence that kal tried to maintain.

• his sons amazing bright blue eyes dulling, loses the spark that he cherished.

• kal was going to get him out of there, try to refuge the remaining childhood he had. even if it killed him.

—

• damian wayne! the bright bubbly and prodigal son of bruce and talia wayne ( b & t are married, suck my— ). the press loved him, he was just.. him. he was the baby and was cute, the cutest ever

• he was an expert in martial arts due to the training his grandfather, father, mother, & so much more gave him

• ra’s owns a farm. he’s.. sorry all i get is farm ra’s vibes due to.. something:) think endgame thanos, yk?

• he was the baby robin, one that you never messed with due to the herd of heroes who would come save him

—

• kalel left jon with Lois, a brief note explaining the current situation

• it was weird, jon was ten and was meeting lois for the first time

“Hi, honey.. I’m lois.”

“I know.. Dad told me about you.”

“Oh.. right. What do you want for dinner?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You have to eat.”

“No! I’m not hungry!”

• an explosive, superpower alien. Lois is way out of her head.

• he had outbursts, a lot of them. it was hard, really hard for Lois; she took some time off from the planet and focused on jon

• he broke a lot of stuff. he sometimes could not control his strength, but she was working with him

• but then one night he ran away, or flew away. he felt remorse for making Lois cry. she saw this as a win, but she lost her kid

• but then a little robin found him

“Um. Are you okay?”

“Huh-what- what do you want? Why are you talking to me?”

“Because you look sad? Yknow - hugs make people feel better. My ahki ( brother ) hugs me when I’m upset and it makes me feel better.”

“Don’t touch me.”

*Damian walked to him, smiling softly* “cmon, i won’t hurt you, silly. I’m robin.”

“A bird?”

“Haha- no, a vigilante- i sorta snuck out. My family can be a bit overbearing- and I sorta embarrassed myself at this theater thing.. some person—“

“Did I ask?”

“No.. sorry.”

“Hey— what are you doing - !”

“Hugging you.”

Jon won’t admit that he likes it, it’s different and weird, like this traffic cone in front of him. Jon pushed him off though, making himself stumble and fall on his ass.

“Ow..”

“Don’t touch me.” With rhat, Jon flew off into the night. Damian didn’t know who this boy was. But he intended on finding out. Even if it killed him. ( maybe not that extreme, but- )

• look damian was smart, right? smarter than average, and smarter than everyone in his school. teachers included ( ha ha )

• so he had to find this boy! so he started looking into aliens. until his family put an end to it

“Damian, this is dangerous.”

“But baba ( dad )”

“No. Go to your room.”

“Ugh!”

• he did slam his door shut if you were wondering

• he will find the mysterious alien boy, okay? he will!

• his brothers teased him and said he had a crush

• no he didn’t! the boy was really mean, he pushed damian- why would he do that? whatta jerk!

• but damian did find him again when he ventured off to metropolis to visit an old friend, colin.

“Alien boy!”

“That’s not my name, bird boy.”

“And that’s not mine. You didn’t tell me yours!”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s safer for you.”

“I can defend myself. You sound so silly, please tell me your name?”

“No.”

“‘Least the first initial?”

“Fine. J.”

“J it is.”

“Yours?”

“Wha- what? I told you my code named.”

“It’s only fair.”

“.. Okay. D.”

“D. Okay.”

• damian talked to him for a bit before jon did fly off when damian was talking about the stars, damian knew he was getting closer to him

• but he got grounded. whoops. he wasn’t supposed to go out

“Give me your phone, Damian.”

“What if I go out? I need a phone, baba.”

“I.. Your computer”

“School work.”

“Switch.”

“What! No- but-!”

“Damian.”

• yeah damian was very mad, but what made him madder was that apparently, his family was listening to the secret conversations between J and him. but d didn’t know that yet..

• his family needed to track down J, they didn’t care if people were aliens, the JL had aliens.. but they had no idea who this boy was, and the way damian was looking into the underground alien sanctuary, that worried rhem. Damian was smart and cunning, but he is able to portray an innocent persona, they all had the habit of undermining his intellect, so if damian began looking into this, it was for a reason

—

• jon found that D rambled. A lot. Even when jon didn’t respond. Jon doesn’t even know how D always found where he was. It’s so weird.

• but Lois noticed a change in jon.. he was. calmer. she didn’t know how, but when he went out, he came back calmer.

“I have to go to Gotham for a gala hosted by Bruce Wayne, would you.. like to come?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I’d like you to, but you don’t have to.”

“.. Fine.”

—

• lois walked to bruce with Jon in tow.

• “bruce.” “Lois, looking lovely as always.. who is this?” “Jon, my son. Say hi, Jon.” “Hi..” “He can hang around one of my sons— Damian, if you want? I’m sure him and his friends would love to have Jon around.” “What do you say Jon? Would you like that?” “Not really..” “I assume you, Damian doesn’t bite. Not anymore. And he’s pretty accepting.” “.. Fine.”

• damian was called over by his father and he did a double take. J. Was here. In front of him. Damian just internally shrugged and held a hand out, “Hi! I’m Damian! Wanna go play with my friends! there’s a game room so we don’t have to be with the gross adults.. you can also just.. sit there. My friends are pretty.. Loud?” “Okay.”

• jon had to take his hand back from damian since damian began eagerly tugging him.

“Damian seems to be accepting him pretty easily.” “I hope they can be friends, Jon.. doesn’t have any. I have only recently got him from his.. father.” “Odd, does he go to school?” “No, not yet, I’m still trying to get him adjusted.” “Ah.. Damian goes to West-Reeves. Maybe he could go there?” “That private school? Bruce.. I cannot afford that- not all of us are millionaires.” “Mhm.. I could pay.” “I can’t let you do that.” “He could get a scholarship.” “In what?” “Academics or athletics.” “Ill.. Talk to him about it. “ “well, ms lane, I just go talk with potential partners, I’ll see you later.”

—

• j got accepted into west reeves under a athletic thingy.

• that was cool. they became best friends!

• sorta

• flashforward 5 years to 15, their dynamic only grew. Damian told Jon his identity, jon didn’t become a hero, but did learn how to stitch damian up because tje idiot showed up bleeding a lot.

• everything was going great

On the phone, Damian: J! J! Guess what’

J: you’re so loud, D, what?

D: I got the lead! In the play!

J: no fucking way?

D: way!

J: Good j—— *crash*

D: J-?

D: J- Jonathan?

D: oh no.

• the call was ended abruptly. Jon always finished his sentences. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong.

• so damian called Lois quickly and ran downstairs to the batcave, lois wasn’t picking up either, she normally always picked up or at least sent a text. She did neither

“Baba!”

“Damian? You should be asleep.”

“Something’s wrong! Somethings really wrong!”

“Jon and Lois- Jon- I heard a crash- and- and”

“Habibi.”

“Mama?”

“Breathe; tell me what’s wrong.”

“I was on a call with Jon.. I told him about the play since I wanted him to go and stuff. Then I heard a crash. And then the line went dead. I’m scared— what if something happened!”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions, what happened with Lois?”

“She didn’t pick up the phone— she normally does! Or she texts me and says she will call back!”

“Maybe she is asleep.”

“No! You need to believe me!”

“Damian, calm down, I do, we will go to see if they’re okay, you get back to bed.”

“No. I’m coming with.”

“No you arent.”

“But!”

“Listen to your father.”

• okay fine. He’ll listen, damian went back up to his room for half an hour before calling his friends to do a rescue mission. He had an extra suit in his room, he can do this.

• with his team, it consisted of shazam, abuse, nobody, and green lantern, himself too, of course.

• captain marvel picked him up once he was ready and they met up with the other 3.

Maya: you said he’s in trouble?

Dami: Yes.

Colin: than let’s go save him!

• they went and saved the bestie, nearly got killed too

• oh and now damians sorta probably grounded when batman shows up 🤡

J:You came for me..?

D:We all did.. why are you so surprised?

J: * wraps his arms around damian * thank you

D: i- yeah.. anytime. what’re friends for?

• friends. Jon liked that. Jon also liked the way Damian’s cheeks went red when jon hugged him

• jon knew he chuckled before Damian’s arms wrapped around him. hard. Damian was a hard hugger

• jon became a superhero at 16. Damian had even more of a reason to sneak into his window every night now! Lois had began thinking the two were dating

D: Us? Dating? Please! He is way too good for me!

L: awwww, gosh, how haven’t you been swept off your feet yet?

J: he has, but he has rejected them all

D: what can I say? I’m a gay theater kid ( this is a /j i promise a big big joke ) so they gotta be dramatic enough to put up with me, AND they need to do something big and bold to actually catch my eye

L: *laughs* take notes, jon

J: mom!

• jon has gone to a few of Damian’s plays and to dress rehearsals

• he was also there to watch damian wreck a car during his drivers test

D: there was a fricking squirrel there, J!

J: are you sure? maybe you’re just a shitty driver?

D: you’re a shitty driver!

J: cmon don’t pout

D: ‘m not!

• he was pouting. oopsie. jon did get him ice cream after

• jon goes by abnormal, because he’s an alien and because I don’t have any other ideas

J: this girl asked me out

M: oh? who! tell us!

D: ..what?

J: yeah, in my physics class

T: ooh! get it, jonno

M: give us a name, coward!

J: her name is Charlotte— but she goes by charlie. she’s.. different. red head. pretty freckles—

M: pretty freckles? does Jonny have a crush?! Oh my gosh, our sons growing up, Tai!

T: im about to start sobbing

J: fuck offff— D?

D: huh?

J: you’re being quiet, you plotting??

D: uh. yeah! duh- *he nudged jons shoulder with his, forcing a grin* figuring out ways to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend.

J: sucha brat- * jon ended up putting Damian into a playfully chokehold *

• damian just played along. he just smiled and watched as jon began walking with her instead of their friend group

M: hey- kid- you alright?

D: I’m onto a year younger than you Maya.

M: tou didn’t answer the question

D: I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be? You’re silly.

• tai ended up pulling him aside

T: when are you going to tell him?

D: how am I supposed to when he basically has a girlfriend now?

T: are you just gonna sit there and pine all day??

D: yes, thank you for understanding

• he’s a stubborn little shit and will absolutely not confess, his best friend is happy, who is he to ruin that?

T: he’s totally jealous.

J: so- do you- do you think it’ll work? That he’ll be surprised?

T: totally

J: thank you for lending me your girlfriend, Maya

M: anytime- not literally- you aren’t having her again

• this was all a trick, sorry, d.. jon does like you

• ( hope you all saw that foreshadowing earlier :) )

• damian needed big and dramatic. jon was gonna do that. even if he was uh. sorta aloof and shy.

• he learned how to sing and play the guitar for Damian. maya and tai were gonna scatter flower petals onto the floor for Damian to follow ( they will tell him too too )

• the whole school will probably watch as Damian finally gets a big dramatic proposal

• damian will love it

M: just follow the petals!

D: I’m confused

M: trust us

• damian did and followed the petals and low and behold, jon kent with a guitar and small smile

D: j-jon?

J: hey. I wrote you a song

D: no you didn’t

J: shut up and listen dumbass

*after that amazing song of how Jon asked damian out to homecoming*

D: that was amazing

J: dramatic enough for you?

D: YES! ( damian went and sprinted to jon, hugging him so tightly before leaning in to kiss him ) we are boyfriends now right

J: yeah, idiot

D: ur the idiot

• I can’t add anymore because myphones really laggy, I hope you enjot

#cliche asks #jondami #damijon #personality swap #Damian wayne #Jon kent #background swap

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clonewarslover55 · 4 years ago

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Memories AU Verda Tal Rose in Triple Zero

Part one(1) out of five(5)

Part two Part three Part four Part five

Summary: Random drabbles based off of parts in the Republic Commando book Triple Zero where Etain interacted with Walon Vau! @just-some-girl-92 wanted to know how Etain would react to Rose, so here’s a new series lol

Notes: If you have no idea who Rose is check out Memories here! And her many many character notes on my masterlist!! Please do, I’m really proud of Rose and Memories!!

This is the part where Etain meets Walon, adding Rose of course!

The formatting, plot, dialogue, etc! Are not mine!!! This is all from Republic Commando: Triple Zero, chapter nine. Written by Karen Traviss. So none of this is mine but the Rose parts!

If you haven’t read Triple Zero or Memories then I suggest you don’t read this until you do!!

Warnings: Canon violence, Rose is a bitch ngl, Walon Vau is polite, Rose is not,

+Safe house, Brewery zone, Coruscant Quadrant J-47, 1000 hours, 371 days after Geonosis+

Vau, sitting at the table, looked tired. He still seemed like a professor who wasn’t very happy with his class, but the physical effort showed in deeper lines from nose to mouth and the way he was drumming his fingers on the table in front of him. It was his trick for staying awake.

A woman sat beside him. She was leaning back in her chair, an ankle propped on her knee. Her dark auburn red hair, which was greying, was in a messy braid, her emerald green eyes half lidded. She blinked slowly and glanced at Etain, a bemused expression on her beautiful face. The woman was around Walon’s age it seemed, her freckles and frown lines prominent.

The man who had his head resting on the same table in front of him didn’t look awake at all. Vau leaned forward and lifted the man’s head by his hair, peered into his face, and set him down carefully again. The woman sighed, Vau glancing at her. Both were clearly exhausted and irritated.

“You’re the relief watch, then, Jedi?” Vau got up and stretched extravagantly, joints clicking, and indicated the empty chair. “All yours.” The woman sat there a little longer, looking Etain up and down. She clearly did not like Jedi it seemed. When she stood Etain noticed she was tall, a few inches taller than Skirata but still shorter than Vau.

Etain looked surprised. Skirata had expected her to register horror at the blood spatter on the otherwise pristine cream walls, but she just looked at Vau like she was expecting to see someone else.

She looked back at the fellow redhead. “I thought I was only meeting-” The woman cut her off, she was very rude. “I’m Verda Tal Rose, which means Warrior Blood Rose. You may call me Rose, I’m Walon’s wife. I help him with these kinds of jobs.” Kal sighed, “She wasn’t supposed to be here.” The woman, Rose, rolled her eyes. “I don’t need your fucking permission Skirata. You know I can keep my mouth shut.” She spat the words, Kal glaring back at her.

Etain was even more shocked. How Skirata described Vau he didn’t seem like the man to take a wife. Let alone one who was incredibly rude. Kal quickly cut the tension by directing his attention to Walon.

“Where are the other two?” Skirata asked.

“Nikto number one is M’truli, and he’s secured in the small bedroom.” Vau was perfectly polite: this was just business after all, and even Skirata felt too centered on the task at hand to resume their feud where it had left off. His wife on the other hand, was not. Rose despised Kal more than her husband did, but not because of the feud between the two men. “Nikto number two is Gysk, and he’s in the study.” Rose spoke this time, irritation in her voice.

“Your tunics could use a wash.”

“It’s the little horns. You can’t punch a Nikto. Had to use something else.” Rose nodded in agreement with her husband, a little smirk coming across her face. Etain looked at her and swallowed thickly. Rose seemed quite unhinged, and she had just met her.

Etain sat down in Vau’s seat and placed her hands flat on the table, still looking puzzled. Skirata leaned against the wall. Vau wandered into the ‘fresher: water tinkled into the basin. Rose stood near the table, watching Etain with an eyebrow raised.

“You want to tell me what you know,” Etain said soothingly. “You want to give me the names of the people you operate with.”

Orjul twitched. He raised his head from the table with some difficulty and stared into her face for a second.

Then he spat in it. Rose pulled a dagger from her boot and snarled. Kal grabbed her shoulder and held her back, “She can handle this Verda.” He whispered, Rose only sneered and yanked from his touch. She was wound up, Orjul must have spat on her a few times already as well. Rose was easy to piss off though….So Kal was scared to guess what he had said so far.

Etain jerked back, visibly shocked, and wiped the pink-stained spittle with one hand. Then she composed herself again.

“Keep your stinking mind tricks to yourself, Jedi,” Orjul hissed. Rose glared at him, the man not looking at her out of fear. Rose dropped the blade back into her boot, crossing her arms.

Skirata didn’t expect her to break at that point. And she didn’t: she simply sat there, although he knew it wasn’t blank inactivity. She had been trained from childhood just like the clone army, except the first weapon she seized would be her control of the Force and her ability to read it like clamoring comlink signals.

Darman had told him. “She could tell us apart right away by how we felt and thought, Sarge. Wouldn’t that be a handy trick to have?”

“Can I see the Nikto?” She asked suddenly. Etain looked at Rose who just gave a half shrug letting Etain know she wasn’t in charge.

Vau came out of the ‘fresher, wiping his face with a fluffy white towel. “Help yourself.” He gave Skirata a “you-know-best” look and unlocked the doors for her. “They’re securly trussed. You know we keep them from talking to each other, don’t you?” Rose spoke, walking to her husband.

“I worked that out,” Etain said.

Rose gave her a tired smile, it was the smile of someone who had been up for hours. It nearly looked like a mothers smile, and for some reason it made Etain’s heart ache. There was just something in Rose’s smile and force signature. Odd.

She looked back at her husband, “You missed a spot.” She mumbled, taking the towel from him to wipe some blood from his neck. Walon glared at her like an embarrassed child. Rose only pecked his cheek, a loving smile on her face. Vau sighed, looking like he hated the attention. Only a blind man would miss the love and admiration in his golden eyes though.

Etain laughed to herself at their antics, she couldn’t wait to have that with Darman. The small cute moments in the future. She shook the thought away and disappeared into one room for a minute and then came out and went into the other. When she emerged again, she walked up to the three Mandalorians and lowered her head.

“I’m pretty sure those Nikto have no information, and know they don’t have it,” she said quietly.

“People have useful information all the time and don’t know it,” Skirata said. “We piece together apparently useless stuff together and come up with connections.” Verda Tal Rose snorted loudly, “We??” Vau elbowed her, he was too tired to listen to her and Kal argue. Rose glared at her husband, Walon looking at Etain to avoid his wife’s murderous gaze.

They had clearly been married for quite a while.

“What I mean is that they have this distinct sense that they’re just afraid of dying.”

Vau shrugged. “So much for Nikto grit, eh?”

“Every creature avoids death. The difference is that Orjul is afraid of breaking. It feels different to me. It’s not animal dread. It’s not as deep in the Force.” Etain had her fingers meshed in that Jedi way that made her look as if she were wringing her hands. “I might as well concentrate on him. He has information he’s afraid to reveal.”

They watched her walk the few meters back to the main room and settle down at the table opposite Orjul again and stare at him.

Vau shrugged and put an arm around Rose’s waist. “Oh well. At least we can have a nap while she’s minding the shop. Then I can get back to work with more tangible methods.” Rose smirked at him and chuckled. She pulled away, nodding at Skirata before walking into the bedroom, leaving the two men alone.

There was a sharp gasp from Orjul and Vau looked around. Whatever Etain was doing, she wasn’t even touching him. Just staring.

“Kal, those people scare me more than Orjul does,” Vau said. “Even more than your wife?” Walon snorted in that royal way of his, “I have yet to find something scarier than my Blood Rose.” Kal could agree with that.

“I’m just going to get my head down for a couple of hours. Wake me if she gets anywhere….Or kills him, of course.” Kal nodded and waved his old friend off. Vau’s golden eyes stayed locked with his blue ones for a moment before he left the room.

~Some Jedi interrogation and Orjul having a mental breakdown later!!~

Skirata grabbed Vau’s shoulder and shook him awake. “Get in there. She’s broken him down enough for you to finish the job.” Rose sat up and rubbed her eyes, unbraiding her chaotic hair. Vau stayed down for a moment, he was clearly exhausted.

Verda suddenly grabbed Kal’s hand that was still on her husband's shoulder, yanking it towards her so she could see his chrono. “Not bad.” She spoke, her voice still groggy. Walon looked at Kal once Rose dropped his arm.

“What’s up? Don’t want to let her face the real consequences?” Vau spoke.

“Just do it, will you?”

Vau swung his legs off the bed and stalked into the main room to usher Etain from the chair and steer her and Skirata towards the doors. “Go and have some fizzade, Jedi.” He turned to Orjul, who was staring after Etain with wide-set eyes. “She’s just stepping out for some refreshment. She’ll be back later.”

Walon spoke like a teacher, his accented voice helping him sound even more regal and in control. Rose walked out of the bedroom, twirling a dagger between her fingers with skill. Etain blinked, Rose’s hair was now in a perfect braid instead of a messy one. She’d have to ask her secrets for controlling crazy red hair later.

Skirata led Etain out by her elbow. He sat her down on a little bench at the back of the landing platform and took out his comlink to call for transport.

“No, I'm going back in,” said Etain.

“Only if Vau calls us back.”

“Kal….”

“Only if he really needs you. Okay?”

They were still waiting for Ordo to collect them when Etain flinched and then looked back at the lobby doors.

They opened and Vau wandered out, rubbing his eyes. There was a distinctive tang of ozone clinging to him, like a discharged blaster.

“Retail zone, Quadrant B-Eighty-five,” said Vau simply. He held out his datapad with the coordinates. “But he hasn’t given me a date, if he knows one. He was supposed to drop the explosives off in the warehouse, and someone would be along to collect it. He never knew who.

Skirata sniffed the ozonic scent again and switched to Mando’a, although he was sure Etain had flinched because she had sensed what had happened. Rose walked out just as the men began to argue, quick to distract Etain.

“Gar ru kyramu kaysh, di’kut: tion’meh kaysh ru jehaati?”

Translation: “You killed him, you moron: what if he was lying?”

Vau made an irritated pfft sound “Ni ru kyarmu Niktose. Meh Orjul jehaati, kaysh kar’tayli me’ni ven kyramu kaysh.”

Translation: “I killed the Nikto. If Orjul’s lying, he knows I'll kill him. Orjul would be dead sooner or later anyway.”

No prisoners: not on this run. It was amazing how many people overlooked the inevitable while hoping for a way out.

Kal knew Etain couldn’t speak fluent Mando’a, but he was still happy Rose was there to distract Etain from picking up any of the words in the conversation that she might know. “Seriously it works wonders Etain.” Rose spoke, smiling a little at Etain. She’d definitely listen to her hair advice.

“Darling.” Walon spoke, motioning to the doors. Rose winked at Etain and walked to her husband, walking back inside with him.

Etain looked at Kal, “She’s a rude one…..but I think she likes me?” Kal chuckled, “Yeah, which means you’re lucky.” Etain frowned at that, “They’re an odd pair, but they somehow work. Just wait until you see them in action….or arguing.” Etain wasn’t sure if she wanted to see any of that.

Etain almost bolted to the speeder when Ordo settled it on the platform.

~Back inside~

Walon hugged Rose from behind, both procrastinating moving the corpse. “That girl is smart but naive. She’s too reliant on Skirata, which is never good.” Rose suddenly spoke. Vau sighed, he agreed with her.

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legobiwan · 5 years ago

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AU where Mace is Anakin's master, reading your insights about the Jedi in Shatterpoint

Here we go:

Mace sees being a Jedi as unnatural. Anakin, funny enough, also sees being a Jedi as unnatural. They both believe that the type of emotional regulation and distancing required of the Order is something that needs to be trained out of a person, but they attach wildly different value judgments on that agreed-upon fact.

They fight. A lot. Mace, unlike Obi-wan, is older, less flexible in his views, and has seen shit. I would also imagine Palpatine’s access to Anakin would be a little less easy in this situation. (This is not a tear-down of Obi-wan, per se, but an acknowledgment of where he was emotionally at that time. His Master dead, the same Master having forsaken him in from of the Council only to extract an insane promise on his deathbed based on a mysticism Obi-wan didn’t totally buy.)

One day Mace gets fed up and locks him and Anakin in a room for 48 hours. A test, for both of them. Somehow, they emerge unscathed, and with a slightly higher level of respect for one another.

It is not easy to gain Mace’s trust or open affection, but when he does give it, it’s basically not alterable. It takes a while for the two of them to reach that point, where there is even the thinnest tendril of not only trust, but mutual affection. Anakin, being the nexus in the Force that he is, feels it immediately.

Anakin likes to ask questions, especially as he wasn’t brought up in Jedi culture. Obi-wan would be prone to answer those, explaining - perhaps over-explaining certain matters. Mace, I imagine, would be a bit more reserved, making Anakin figure out certain things for himself.

Anakin is astonished when Mace explains about Haruun Kal, how he went there as a teenager, met his clan, his people. “But why did you come back?” Anakin wants to know. If he returned to Tatooine, if he could free his mother…would he stay with the Jedi? He’s not sure. Mace answers that he had a greater purpose to serve, greater ideals, that he had a responsibility to something larger than himself. Mace asks Anakin if he feels like he has a responsibility to something beyond him. Anakin realizes his family would not count as a correct answer. He doesn’t know if he has an answer.

Sometimes Depa comes by. Anakin likes Depa. She is sweet where Mace is cold, she listens to him, talks to him about the way he misses his mother, about his fears that he will always be different, be something else. Depa assures him that they are all different, that it is something Anakin should celebrate, and that even the Jedi are an imperfect organization with cultural norms that should or shouldn’t be taken too seriously.

The first time Anakin truly witnesses Mace hover near the dark side, he is terrified. Not only for his Master, but also because he has the same monster inside, the same being that needs to be tamed. For the first time, Anakin sees himself - or what could become himself - from the outside. (And I would argue that Obi-wan never showed this side of himself in front of Anakin, which, while I understand why, given the personalities…it may have not been the worst idea.)

It’s interesting that Haruun Kal has such a rigid social structure. Tatooine does, as well, especially given Anakin’s status there. There’s a fair amount of potential for overlap and mutual understanding there.

Anger. All Jedi have it. Obi-wan turns it inwards, swallowing his rage until he shatters from the inside, the way Dooku did. Anakin and Mace, however, express themselves outwardly, which makes me believe Mace would be able to teach Anakin better coping mechanisms, if he would only listen.

I feel like being taken as a student by one of the Council members who initially rejected him would be a good thing. It would prove that the Council, as an entity, were not diametrically opposed to Anakin. (Which, in a huge bit of irony, Obi-wan kiiinda instilled by going against the Council, which neither Qui-gon nor Obi-wan were a part of at the time.)

But the thing is, Mace trusts Anakin, or at least, wants him to go out and make his own mistakes. We see this in AotC cut scene, when Mace essentially tells Obi-wan to chill about Anakin being with Padmé. And you have to wonder, was there an undercurrent in Obi-wan and Anakin’s relationship early on that played on this idea that Obi-wan maybe have helicopter a little bit in order to prove himself and Anakin to the rest of the Jedi? Not unsurprising given the circumstances. But it seems like Mace, oddly enough, would have a looser leash, once Anakin proved himself.

In the end, would Anakin have had less chance of turning had Mace taken him? Maybe. Or Palpy would have been diabolical in a different way. But it is a very interesting topic.

#Anonymous #hello there #ask legobiwan #mace windu #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #hmmmmmm #alright guys that's a lot of asks i've queued up #i've exhausted the mental reserves more to come tomorrow

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adragonhoardingstories · 5 years ago

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Daminette Soulmate AU Headcannons (3)

Damian was not worried. He was just going to introduce his literal soulmate to his friends and allies to the superhero community. That was the whole reason for this brunch.

It was just that Marinette should have been here already but he hadn't heard a word from her.

Ya Amar, where are you? Jon is getting rather impatient for my surprise.

Sorry Habibi. She seemed out of breath. Emergency. Final battle. Paris. Damian didn't usually get scared, it had been trained out of him, but…

It's being covered live. She added for his benefit and that was all that he needed to bolt downstairs.

"Out of my way." He snapped at Superman, pushing past him and making a bee line to the room with the giant television.

Jason and his friends were there. He snatched the remote out of Roy's hand just as he was about to hand it to his daughter and changed the channel.

Normally he would get shit for this and normally he knew better than to behave like this around a kid but he felt like his behavior right then was justified.

He ignored his father who had stormed in after him demanding he apologize to Kal-El as well as Roy insulting him.

Thankfully, Jason seemed to understand that something was wrong, he just turned his attention to the T.V. and just in time for him to find the right channel.

"-been raging for over five hours. It has been the longest duration of time for which Hawkmoth has been sighted. It seems like our heroes are fully determined not to let him get away this time."

His father had shut up, finally understanding his behavior. He placed a hand on Damian's shoulder and another on Jason's, "She'll be alright."

"We're aware of that." Damian snapped as the room started filling in with other heroes.

"We don't need you to tell us that." Jason was as tense as he was.

"I'll fly to...Paris isn't it, and help." Clark said.

Damian clenched his knuckles.

"The fuck you will!" Jason growled. "Sit your ass down and don't move."

"You will only hinder her work. No outside help until she requests it or don't you think we'd have been there already."

Both Jason and Damian loathed the fact that they couldn't be there fighting by her side but she had forbade it and as much as he hated it, her reasoning was sound.

"But we can't-"

"Kal-El," His father thankfully spoke up. "Shut up before my sons make you. I've approved this. She'll be fine, I'll explain later." More people were filling into the room, curious if what they were hearing.

The camera panned to the different heroes. "There has once again been a mass akumatization and the the battle seemed to reach a decisive point. Draka, Viperion and Queen Bee have successfully held off Hawkmoth, Mayura and Volpina as Ladybug purifies the akumatized civilians and now Lady Noir is back in the fight."

The camera shows as the teams flawless change their position so that Hawkmoth is left for Ladybug, Mayura being taken care of by Vespa and Draka and Volpina by Viperion.

However, Volpina as always did not play fair. Somehow, all three ended up away from the fight with her while Hawkmoth found a partner in Mayura against Lady.

It was impressive, the way she shifted her fighting styles and even her alter egos, going from Lady Bug to Lady Noir in a matter of seconds to counteract their attacks. She kept up wonderfully well for having two such skilled adversaries.

But they had been fighting for hours and it was very clear to Damian that the Kwamis wouldn't be able to keep doing this.

He was so glad at that moment that there was a bunch of superheroes in his house. If needed be, Marinette would get the whole Super community as backup if she asked.

However, she was still outnumbered and soon she found herself in a dead end with both Hawkmoth and Mayura caging her.

"That's it." Jason cursed. "We're going."

Damian wanted to agree with him but he felt her determination, her decisiveness and he smirked.

"No wait." He pushed his brother back to sit. Jason turned to look at him like he was crazy which soon turned into confusion as he saw his expression. He knew Jason still had some trouble adjusting with their bond.

"She has a plan." He confided. "She has them right where she wants them."

Jason stared at him for a few more seconds before he turned back to the screen.

"Give me your Miraculous and I won't hurt you." So predictable. Damian almost rolled his eyes.

His soulmate slowly raised her hands up, trying to seem as a non-threat, which is why they were taken by surprise when she extended her baton so that it slammed into Mayura's stomach.

Immediately after she vaulted over her fallen villian, letting her transformation roll off. She rolled on the ground, to hide her face and brought a hood and a mask that hid her mouth and nose up.

"Is that your league uniform?" Jason asked Damian.

"It's based off of it." He replied. "She liked it so she made one for herself in parallel with my new one."

"So you have a fancy costume, doesn't mean you can beat me now. It reduces your chances actually."

Even through the mask Damian could see her annoyance.

Mayura charged at her. She was clearly the smarter one of the two villains, her doom came with the fact that she listened to Hawkmoth.

Marinette seemed to see that too because she whipped out a gun.

"Did you give her the gun?" Damian asked amused.

"Of course, I did." Jason seemed smug that she was actually using it.

Before the villians could react, she made a perfect shot, aiming at Hawkmoth's Miraculous.

Of course, a normal weapon wouldn't hurt a transformed hero, where their skin was covered but momentum was more than enough to make his butterfly brooch fall, letting the transformation off and revealing Gabriel Agreste to the world.

Before he could do anything else Marinette threw a bola at him, incapacitating him. It was rather funny seeing him wriggle around like a worm.

"I gave her the bola too." Jason informed the room. No one was surprised.

That left Mayura. She leapt in front of Gabriel, intending to take him away but Marinette threw something, once again with terrifying precision that ended up with the peacock Miraculous pinned to the wall and one unveiled and frozen Natalie Sancoeur.

The camera panned to the object and showed it as a batarang.

"I gave her that one." His father informed them, he didn't need to look over to know that he was smirking or that the other occupants of the room were staring at them in total confusion.

Meanwhile, Marinette had already recovered both of the Miraculous.

"How-" Natalie asked as Marinette walked to her. She didn't seem interested in fighting anymore, she seemed too shaken up.

Marinette simply smirked, not that it was visible to anyone. "The sincerest compliments from the Batfam." Then she decked Natalie knocking her unconscious, right in time for the other heroes to land on the roof.

Dick and Stephanie whooped and Tim and Cass laughed. Damian hadn't noticed when they came in.

"Good job." Draka said, throwing Volpina down.

"Likewise." She stepped back and out the gun back in it's holster on her thigh.

"Spots on."

Ladybug crouched next to Volpina, and took her necklace and crushed it, a dark butterfly coming out of it.

She made quick work of purifying it, leaving Lila Rossi there.

The heroes each grabbed a villain and made the way to the police as Ladybug summoned her lucky charm to fix the city.

She had a smile on her face and Damian could feel how at peace she was in that moment as she followed her teammates to the police.

The camera went closer to her. "Ladybug." The voice that was reporting and that he had tuned out, called out.

"Hawkmoth has finally been defeated, how are you feeling?"

"Definitely relieved." She smiled before Turing serious. "But it's not over yet, Gabriel Agreste and Natalie Sancoeur will pay for their crimes."

"And what do you think of Paris' Golden Child, Adrien Agreste involvement in this affair?"

"Well now that they have been defeated, I can say this. Adrien Agreste is a hero. Our victory today has been possible because of him. After finding out who his father is, he came to me and together we decided on the safest course of action which was to send him away incognito." An outraged what could be heard in the background. "He will be returning to Paris shortly and will have a press conference to clarify everything. I ask of everyone in Paris to not judge a son for the sins of his father. Adrien is a hero in his own right and has suffered enough through this debacle."

"That is some shocking news. I understand that you have to deal with the police now, I won't hold you for much longer. We've noticed that you've used a batarang in your fight if I'm not wrong, and you mentioned the Batfam. Is there anything you'd like to say to them?"

"I suppose." Ladybug laughed, then she turned to the camera and winked. "Sorry for missing brunch. I'll be there as soon as I finish dealing with this."

"Damian." His father said and the whole room which consisted of almost all the heroes in the world turned to look at them. "Tell her to invite her teammates as well, I think they deserve a celebration."

Damian nodded his eyes turning blue, on the screen they could see Ladybug's eyes turning a familiar shade of green.

"Uh, are you alright?" The reporter asked. "Your eyes turned...green."

She smiled reassuringly. "Nothing to worry about, that was just my soulmate."

"What did he say?" A voice asked and the three other heroes were seen coming back into the frame.

Ladybug smiled that one smile that promise chaos.

"Oh this is going to be good." Tim had become an admirer of her schemes. "That's the smile she gives before she's about to wreck havoc."

"Oh, not much" she said innocently, "Just that you've all been invited to brunch."

All three of them froze, while the red clad heroine looked like she was having the time of her life.

"The brunch you were supposed to be at right now?" Viperion asked.

"With the entirety of the Justice League, Young Justice, Teen Titans, the Outlaws and basically every other hero in the world." Draka continue.

"Uh huh." She smirked.

"I don't know what to wear." Vespa muttered. She seemed...in shock.

There was an enraged yell heard and Ladybug sighed. "Alright, break time is over. Let's go."

"B-but-" Vespa muttered. It was so different from the confident, sassy hero Paris knew.

"You can take something of mine." Ladybug said. "That goes for both of you as well. Now shall we get to work, or else we'll never be finished in time."

They all turned to her for orders. "Viperion, Draka you are guard duty, I also need you question them all they know about Emilie's Agreste situation."

It was clear to everyone in the room that while she was talking to her team, she was fully aware of the camera still recording her and made sure to phrase her orders in a way that the people watching would have an idea of what was going to happen next.

"I am heading to Agreste mansion to contact Adrien and find Emilie and after talking to them both I'll be reviewing the crimes Gabriel, Natalie and Lila are being charged with."

The other heroes were pleasantly surprised at how professional and organized she seemed.

"Vespa, you are going to talking to the Mayor and the police, submitting all the evidence we have against them and liasing with the Italian Embassy about Miss Rossi. Send them the evidence we have of her willing working with Hawkmoth. Also, get her parents before you do anything, because she is ultimately still a minor."

The heroes dispersed and the reporter started giving a rundown of everything that had happened, was happening and would happen.

Meanwhile, in Wayne Manor, Barry asked the question every other non-Batfam member was asking themselves.

"Okay so who the hell are they and how did we not know of them before?"

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Supercorp Anastasia AU #1

I have more than one Anastasia supercorp AU, of varying levels of historical accuracy, but this one is mirrored against the Broadway musical, and casts Kara as the youngest and much celebrated daughter of the ruling family, though her much younger cousin Kal is the heir.

Lena is the bastard daughter of a disgraced count, who died shortly after her birth, leaving behind a disgraced wife and son who soon spearheads the communist movement. Though the family’s disgrace was a reasonable response to the unethical and horrific experiments Lionel conducted, his heir Lex holds a grudge against the royal family for his sudden change in circumstances. He calls for their removal, with violence if necessary, and is brilliant and charismatic enough to soon rise through the ranks until he is the head and face of the revolution.

After her mother dies in Lena’s early childhood, Lena grows up on the streets, hungry but smart and resourceful, causing no harm but taking no shit. She doesn’t know her half-brother, but Lex recognizes her easily– she is the spitting image of the family’s former chambermaid, and what parts of Lena are not her mother are all Lionel.

But Lex keeps the knowledge to himself, and remains a mysterious and ominous figure in Lena’s life, the majority of which sees the societal and cultural upheaval following the abdication and eventual execution of the royal family, which plays out much like the Romanoff’s. It’s presumed that most of the family perished, save for the Grand Duchess Astra and her husband Non, who were abroad at the time of the coup, and now remain in exile.

But one child survived– Kara.

With no memory and no clue to her past save for a pendant around her neck and the jagged scars left by the bullets that nearly killed her, Kara works relentlessly to survive a treacherous regime until she can cross a border– any border– and find a new life elsewhere.

In her journey she meets Lena, now a woman endeavoring to escape Russia for Paris, where she and her best friend Jack Spheer hope to attend a prestigious university and study science. They earn money by facilitating forged papers and visas, constantly vigilant of the Red Army and the threat of being outed by neighbors just as desperate to survive.

Kara goes to them in the hopes of finally escaping the country, only to learn that the army has recently updated their visas to be counterfeit-proof– Jack and Lena no longer have the means or technology to manufacture fakes. The only way to get visas now would be to bribe an official into giving them blank ones, which Lena and Jack aren’t averse to, but would leave them too destitute to enroll in university once they reached Paris.

But Lena and Jack are both giant softies, and when Kara tells them her tale, they search for a way to help. Then Jack gets an idea: the Grand Duchess Astra has long offered a reward for the return of her niece. If they can pass Kara off as the lost princess, the reward would more than make up for the cost of the visas, and would get them all out of the country.

Lena is hesitant at first– it’s too risky, and–

“There’s no proof that she isn’t! Look at her! She is the spitting image!”

There’s no denying that. Lena often finds herself staring at their new friend, as though she’d somehow recognize her if she gives just one more look.

“And you know everything there is to know about court life,” Jack continues, sensing Lena’s imminent relent. “And honestly-- even if we don’t have the money to go to university, at least we’ll be out of here.”

Ultimately, Lena agrees to the plan, out of desperation more than anything else. So does Kara. The next year passes in a blur of working/stealing for enough money to cover the extra visa fee, and an endless stream of memorization of names, faces, and etiquettes.

Somewhere in the mix, Lex gets wind that Lena is in the final push to leave– he starts to take an interest, and offers her a job. Lena resists at first, but accepts when Lex’s offer turns dangerous and the money he offers is enough to get them out in half the time. Lex doesn’t know about Kara or their ultimate plan to abscond with her, and believes that he has Lena under control.

It’s not until Lena fails to show up to work one day that Lex learns the truth about everything– that Lena had been using him as deftly as he’d believed he used her, that she’d found a claimant to the throne, and that she intended to return her to her rightful place. He goes after them himself, enraged by Lena’s gall and the risk Kara poses to his position and that of his regime. He strikes out with the intention of bringing Lena home-- and to kill the imposter who would be princess.

Meanwhile, as the trio travels out of Russia towards France, Jack starts to suspect two things: that Kara is more than she seems, and that Lena is entirely taken with her. Kara remembers things– not true memories, but she draws on information she shouldn’t know. Names and details that no one has told her.

By the time they reach Paris, it’s easy to convince Astra’s lady-in-waiting Cat Grant of their suspected truth.

“Not just because of your uncanny resemblance and exhaustive knowledge, which we all know can be fabricated,” the sharp woman delivers, eyeing Kara with a cool gaze before turning her gaze on Lena. “But because of you.”

Lena stiffens abruptly. “W-what do you mean?”

Cat lifts an arch brow, but ultimately obfuscates. “That’s a conversation for another time,” she says. “Astra no longer receives prospective claimants, but should a cultured party such as yourselves wishes to meet her, she will be found at the ballet in two nights’ time. Should you also find yourselves there, I can arrange an introduction.”

That night, Kara suffers a violent nightmare, one wakes her abruptly and sends her sobbing into Lena’s arms, who comes to check on her. It takes several long minutes for her anguish to pass, but when she calms, Kara diverts attention from her tears by asking if Lena ever met the princess.

“No,” Lena says softly. “Not exactly. But I did see her, once.”

When Kara prods, desperate for a distraction, Lena explains how once, when she was nine, there had been a grand parade to celebrate the Tsar’s birthday. The entire royal family had ridden by in a motorcade, and Lena had taken one glimpse at the youngest princess before darting forward with a nicked flower in her hand. She’d dodged between guards and called out the princess’ name, and when their eyes met, the princess gave her the most radiant smile Lena had ever seen before or since.

She confesses, then, that some nights she still dreams of that day, and the smile she received.

Kara swears Lena tells her story so well she can almost feel herself there too. When Lena urges her to lean into it, to add the memory to her own story, Kara begins to tell it again, from her own perspective.

How it had been too hot, and her dress collar too tight. It made her itch, but she’d only waved to the crowds as expected. She talks of catching sight of a ragged girl almost her age– how even dirty and threadbare, she’d envied freedom of the girl’s trousers.

How to her surprise the girl had darted forward, a flower in her hand appearing from nowhere, and dodged between vigilant guards nearly unseen, until she’d gotten almost close enough to catch up with the car. But instead of reaching out to climb aboard, as Kara assumed she might, the girl had stopped short, and bent into a deep bow, presenting Kara with a plain but perfect daisy.

Kara had smiled, and pulled an equally dazzling grin to the lips of the urchin girl. The car had pulled away to be swallowed by the crowds further ahead, but she had kept her eyes on that girl until she was out of sight, and had hoped against hope that they would one day meet again.

When she finishes, Lena is stunned and silent. Under the shocked stare, Kara realizes the details she’d echoed that Lena hadn’t shared– the trousers, the bow, the flowers… the lingering gaze that had filled Lena’s belly with butterflies.

Certainty hits them both at the same time. Kara can barely breathe under the weight of it, and almost bursts into tears when Lena shoots to her feet.

“Lena, wait! I swear I–”

But Lena doesn’t leave. She steps in front of Kara, staring with wide eyes before lowering onto one knee, head bowed and hand clasped against her heart.

“Your Majesty.”

—-

The next morning, Cat Grant visits them for tea. As they sit, Kara learns what happened after the parade traveled on that day. How Kara’s mother, Alura, had seen the exchange between the two girls, and how wide her daughter’s smile had been. How Alura had asked her lady-in-waiting, Cat, to locate the girl, and bring her to the palace to be Kara’s handmaiden and playmate.

Of course Lena would need training and lessons before she could be presented, so she had lived some time with tutors at the Grant Manor, meeting Cat only rarely, accounting for Lena’s lack of recollection (she remembers her tutors, but not Cat Grant). But the coup and the family’s execution had ended those prospects for Lena before they could begin. Lena had returned to the streets, head full of new knowledge and personal experience that the ruling class weren’t all heartless monsters.

“It seems you two found your way back together after all,” Cat remarks with a final sip of her tea. “If you should still desire to study, Lena, I will sponsor your tuition to any university you desire.”

For now, Cat simply takes them shopping. She sets Jack up with suits and a tuxedo for the ballet. Kara accepts any dress that Cat thrusts at her, but Lena seems out of her element. It’s too opulent, too rich, and the dresses are so light against her skin she feels naked.

In the end, she too walks out with trousers and blouses, which Jack teases her about mercilessly. She earns stares on the street, but Kara doesn’t know if it’s because the sight of a woman in trousers is so uncommon, or because Lena is simply breathtaking.

When it comes time for the ballet, Kara expects to find Lena waiting in a tuxedo as sharp as Jack’s, but Kara finds herself the first of them to be ready. Jack joins her minutes later, and they watch in simultaneous stunned silence as Lena descends the stairs in a beautiful gown, a rich green velvet that makes her look regal and imposing. But her features are uncertain until she catches Kara’s eye, and finds a dazzled smile staring up at her, at which point her chest and neck blooms in a crimson blush.

They spend the ballet sitting too close together, hands clasped tightly together as they sit in Cat’s box and stare at the Grand Duchess Astra. Neither of them are aware of the dark glower of a familiar face staring up from the orchestra below.

Astra recognizes Kara immediately the moment Cat announces her, confirmed by the necklace Astra had once given her twin sister, now hanging around Kara’s neck. They both fall together in a cloud of tears and embraces. Lena and Cat slip away to grant them privacy, and Cat watches as Lena’s features slowly fall.

“She’s gone,” Lena remarks softly.

“Don’t be absurd,” Cat chides. “She’s just on the other side of the curtain.”

“She’s a princess. And I– I’m just…” Lena’s mind fills with the curses and shouts that had dogged her entire life. Trash. Gutter rat. Thief. Bastard. Whorespawn.

Cat regards her carefully, and then slips Lena an old creased letter from her purse. “It took me some time to track this down. In fact, it’s one of the reasons I visited Astra when I did, before the coup.”

“What is it?” Lena asks.

Cat scoffs. “I’m certain the tutors I hired informed me you’d learned to read in three languages before you disappeared into the wind. Why don’t you take a stab at that.”

Lena unfolds it, and begins to read the contents of the letter. It’s a mix of situational reports, mindless gossip, and speculation, but the final paragraph catches Lena’s eye.

In her final letter to me, Elizabeta has written that she has delivered of me a daughter. I am told the girl has dark hair and green eyes, and has a smile like the sun. In the year since, I have received no further word, and I fear the worst. I have dispatched men to search for them both, but to no avail. How could there be, when we have no details to search with but her name:

Lena.

She shakes her head. “I don’t understand.”

“This letter was written by Count Lionel, to a cohort in the imperial army. It, and the birth records I tracked down before the fall, confirms that you are the daughter of Count Lionel Luthor. The search he details here constitutes his claim on you.”

Lena blinks as the paper starts to tremble in her shaking fingers. “What does this mean?”

“It means you are of noble blood,” Cat tells her plainly, “and that while a commoner may no longer associate with the princess… You can.”

—-

Cat’s prediction holds true: Lena and Kara barely spend a moment out of each other’s sight. Astra is more than agreeable to formalizing Lena’s position and her inheritance of Lionel’s rights and titles, and Kara insists that Lena be presented to the world alongside her.

A press conference is arranged in short order, and during the chaos on the day of, Lex finds his opening. He slips into the decadent townhome, blending easily with the mix of staff and reporters and security. He finds Lena and Kara sharing a quiet moment together in the solarium, calming each other’s nerves before they face the press.

Lena bolts to her feet in recognition and fear, planting herself between him and Kara, who rises more slowly with confusion in her features. Her hand touches softly against the small of Lena’s back; Lena’s arm extends to one side, corralling Kara to stay behind her.

“What are you doing here?” Lena demands.

“I’ve come to bring you home, comrade,” Lex returns smoothly. “You have been sorely missed in the motherland.”

Lena shakes her head. “I am home.”

She doesn’t mean the opulent house around them, or even Paris– wherever Kara is, Lena is home.

Lex doesn’t intend to give her a choice. He grabs her by the arm and pulls her to him. Lena knows how to take care of herself, but the skirts make it hard for her to move, and when a gun cocks in Lex’s hand, Lena freezes.

He aims directly at Kara’s head where she’s frozen mid-stride in an effort to help Lena. Her eyes go wide and glassy at the dark barrel bearing down on her. Her breath comes quicker and quicker, shortening with every inhale.

On the other side of the trigger, Lex smirks at her. “The false princess… Although, I admit you do resemble her.”

“Stop!” Lena cries. “Don’t hurt her please. I’ll go with you, just let her go, she won’t stop you.”

“Lena--” Kara gasps. “No!”

“I have no interest in bargains,” Lex says. “I cannot suffer the princess to live.”

Lena shakes her head. “Why? She hasn’t done anything!”

“Not yet. Nor did she or her family do anything to help our people while we starved and died in the streets!”

Lena scowls. “Yeah? And what’s changed there?” She wrenches herself free, almost. Lex manages to keep hold of her wrist, but Lena glares at him without fear. “My belly didn’t fill when the Tsars were murdered. I was just as cold as I was the night before and the night after.”

“You know nothing--”

“Face it, Lex! Russia is no better than it was. She traded one autocracy for another-- the only thing that’s changed is that now YOU’RE in power. That’s all you ever cared about.”

Lex’s grip turns bruising, causing Lena to gasp in pain. “I see you learned much from those pretentious scholars.”

Lena blinks. “How do you know about that.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t keep track of my bastard baby sister?” Lex pulls Lena closer. “Did you think I would stand by and watch as she was welcomed to the court that cast my family to the streets?”

“You’re…?”

“Yes,” Lex hisses. “Our father died in disgrace, and yet they would take you, a bastard from the gutter into their arms. It was unconscionable. That was when I knew it was time to strike.”

Fighting tears, Lena renews her struggle. “You murdered an entire family-- started a war-- because you were jealous?”

“They believed themselves gods!” Lex shouts. “They would have seen Russia wither to nothing if it meant keeping their grip on our throats! I have liberated us!”

“You’re insane-- augh!” Lena’s growl stops with a sharp cry, as Lex whips the butt of his pistol against her skull. The cry snaps Kara out of her fear, and the world refocuses around her. She sees Lena sag, staggering when Lex tugs her into his chest and traps her there with an arm of steel tight around her shoulders.

Kara takes a step forward, but pulls back when the gun returns to aim directly at her forehead. Heart pounding, she forces herself to look away from the barrel, instead locking her gaze on Lena, still struggling to regain her senses.

She swallows thickly.

“I know my family made mistakes,” Kara pleads, lifting her hands placatingly. “I don’t intend on repeating them. I am no threat to you or to Russia, and Lena certainly isn’t. Please-- you don’t have to do this.”

Lex pauses, his frame relaxing slightly. “I don’t have to do this,” he echoes. “Funny.”

His finger settles on the trigger.

“That’s what you said the first time I killed you.”

Lena launches herself at the gun before he can fire, sending his shot wide. Kara’s entire body flinches from the flash of combustion, the zing of the bullet that sinks into a wooden beam off to her right. But Lena folds hers around the gun itself, controlling its line of fire as she struggles to take possession of it.

The struggle ceases entirely when a second gunshot cracks through the solarium.

Kara screams.

Lena staggers.

“No!” Lex cries. Drawn by the first gunshot, guards finally spill into the solarium, wresting Lex away from Lena. The gun clatters to the ground at Lena's feet, its muzzle glistening with blood.

Lena collapses, and Kara drops to her knees beside her, giving no thought to their finery even as blood pools beneath them both.

Kara can barely breathe through the flashbacks pressing against her eyelids: suddenly Lena has joined her in Yekaterinburg, and Kara watches as her lifeblood joins that of Kal, her mother, her father… even her dog, Krypto.

But when Lena lifts a trembling hand to Kara’s cheek, the warm gloss of blood grounding her in the present.

“We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?” Lena coughs. “Kara–”

“Save your breath, Lena, please. There are doctors, they can help you…”

Lena smiles with paling lips. “You’ve become a part of my story. I– I’m so glad it ended this way.”

Kara tightens her grip sharply, scoldingly. “It’s not over. Not by a long shot. We still have happily ever after.”

“I– found you. Think– that qualifies.”

“Lena–”

“Kara!” Astra rushes into the room, entourage in tow.

Kara looks up with streaming eyes, hand clamped tight around Lena's slackening fingers.

“Please, Aunt Astra. We have to help her, there must be something--” Her voice cracks, and a sob heaves from her chest. “I can’t lose her too!”

—

Hope doesn't return for days. Lena lingers on the brink of life, stubborn even at death’s door. Doctors attend to her day and night, and Kara doesn't leave her side but for the time it takes to refresh herself. But then, finally, the doctors give their final prognosis: Lena will survive.

The damage is great, but Lena is stronger, and motivated--Kara suspects-- by spite and sheer cussedness. After all, if the streets of St. Petersburg weren't enough to kill her, a lousy bullet sure isn't.

It's several days more before Lena opens her eyes, but when she finally does, green eyes blink blearily at Kara as she leans forward intently. She gathers Lena's cool hand in both of her own.

“You’re going to be okay,” Kara promises.

Lena’s brow crinkles with muddled confusion.

“Who…. are you?”

The breath freezes in Kara’s chest as the world slows around her. No… no, no, no not this. Anything but this!

Lena’s features crease into an exhausted smile.

“Too soon?”

Kara chokes on her relief, and punches Lena’s arm indignantly. “Don’t you ever do that to me again! You sick, perverted–!”

“Marry me.”

Kara blinks. “What?”

“Marry me,” Lena rasps again. “Please. I had a whole plan to ask, after the press conference, but I don’t want to risk being interrupted again. Kara Zor-el, Grand Duchess of Russia and queen of my heart– will you marry me?”

Tears burning in her eyes, Kara nods. “Yes, you big dummy. You didn’t think you’d get rid of me so easily did you?”

Lena laughs, then winces in pain. Kara kisses away her grimace, and in a matter of moments they’re both a mess of tears and laughter.

Their happily ever afters surpass that of any fairytale to come before.

#supercorp #anastasia au #broadway version #kara as anastasia #blood warning #mentions of historical violence #happy ending #warning for historical inaccuracies

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