#i just want my boy to be happy

[maybe-in-another-universe]

i really like the idea of tim and bruce getting into an argument maybe about him being too independent? or maybe about how he’s letting his nighttime activities take away his free time? and that leads to tim getting benched (and suspended from WE duties) with strict instructions to just be a teenager for a while and find out who he is. predictably, tim internalizes this as a punishment that leads to him deciding he’s gonna do reckless teenage stuff as revenge? out of spite? and just…. doesn’t know what to do?

drinking? no thanks, he’s seen enough of brucie wayne galvanizing around galas for a life time.

drugs? no thanks, he’s seen how it impacts gotham’s streets. (also it’s definitely not worth the scathing lecture he would get from jason.)

partying? too sweaty, too many people, and too many things to possibly go wrong. (plus it could damage his reputation and make bruce look like a bad parent and yeah, he’s mad at him but he doesn’t want to end up on the front page of a gossip rag because vale got ahold of it.)

so he brainstorms. he thinks and thinks and thinks until he comes up with the most annoying childish teenage rebellion that he can.

(i genuinely don’t know where i was going with this but im gonna post it and brainstorm it a bit bc i genuinely don’t know what he would do. it’s a little hard to think like the smartest detectives in the world, after all)

[nocasdatsgay]

From the Ashes, The Wildflowers Grow

Chapter 1: Family

Word Count: 2675

CW: IDK a baby? None

Chapter Summary: Eris and his wife, Celeste, hold a family get-together to introduce their new child.

Also read it on A03 Here

MasterPost and full fic summary here

First time posting chapters on tumblr AND ao3 so comments, likes, etc are welcome and appreciated.

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Waiting in his chambers with his mother, Eris felt the wards break. He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and watched the magic simmer. He then watched as they immediately repaired themselves. 

“Your son is here,” he said, with a sigh to his mother. He stood from his chair. “Dramatic as ever.”

Not even a moment later, the doors to the chambers opened. No knock; his brother never knocked. There was a squeal of a female and golden blonde hair rushing to him. 

“Eris,” Elain said, hugging him. Eris took a moment to realize what happened and hug her back. She pulled away and looked towards his mother. She gasped. “Is that the baby?”

“Good to see you Elain,” he said with a slight chuckle. 

She left him quickly with her lilac dress twirling around her feet, and went to the couch his mother occupied. She murmured her greetings and his mother handed her the babe swaddled in a green blanket. Elain sat beside her and he could hear his daughter’s little grunts from being shuffled around.

“Oh Eris, she’s beautiful.”

Eris felt another presence beside him. “Where’s your wife?” 

He looked toward his brother. Eris was surprised to see him in a tunic and trousers, and not in day court attire. Coupled with Elain’s dress that meant they must have come from Spring. 

“She’s napping. I’d rather not wake her. She refuses to rest. So when she does, I don’t disturb her.”

“Sounds like Celeste.” Lucien walked over to his mate. 

“You know you can't keep breaking the wards, Lucien.” Eris crossed his arms. “You’ll start a war because you’re too lazy to walk in.”

“I keep telling him that,” Elain said. “But he doesn’t listen.”

Lucien himself replied by dismissively waving a hand and giving his mother a hug. He then peered down at the bundle in Elain’s arms. “Oh thank the cauldron, she looks like her mother.”

“Careful,” Eris frowned. His mother didn’t suppress her laugh. 

Lucien only smiled at him. “Have you named her yet?” 

Eris didn’t answer him. He heard familiar footsteps to his right and tried not to scowl as his wife rounded the corner. She had changed into a red knit sweater and brown trousers. He was at least happy she didn’t feel the need to put on something more formal. Her brown hair looked hurriedly put into a bun, loose strands framing her face. The dark rings were still under her eyes. He wanted to tell her to go back to bed but he knew not to argue in front of family. She gave them all a smile and Lucien walked over to her to hug her. 

“I was just telling your husband what a blessing your child looks just like you,” he teased. 

“I heard,” she replied with a little yawn. “But she does have his hair.” 

“She’s beautiful, Celeste.” Elain told her with a smile. 

Celeste said her thanks while Lucien stepped back and looked her over. Eris glared but didn’t say anything. He knew it was ridiculous, but he refused to feel guilty for being jealous and protective. Even if they’d been married for nearly a century. 

Lucien frowned, “Eris was right, you still need rest. You look absolutely terrible.”

“Lucien,”  his mother hissed from the couch. 

Eris didn’t bother to cut his eyes to his brother. Celeste smacked him on the arm for the both of them. Eris chuckled when he saw Elain, still holding the babe, glared over for a brief moment before schooling her features. 

“Elain, come get your mate,” she laughed. “It’s been over a week. I’m fine.”

“She refuses to let me help,” Eris interjected. Celeste rolled her eyes. “It’s the truth. I practically have to steal my own child to bond with her.” 

“Now that is a lie if I ever heard one,” Celeste came over and took his hand. “If I’m not holding her, he is. Edith said it would spoiler her.”

“Nonsense,” his mother replied. “She’s always said that. What she didn’t tell you is when she was my healer, she coddled every single one of my boys.” 

Celeste grinned. “I think she says it mostly because Eris also takes her to all his meetings even if she’s sleeping.” 

He brought her hand up and kissed the tops of her knuckles. He held her gaze tightly. “How can I not? I love to show off your work.”

Lucien made a gagging noise. “Please get a room.” 

“These are our rooms,” Celeste replied. 

Eris pulled her to him and kissed her cheek, then her lips. He was very pleased with the way she hummed in response, kissing him back. 

“Disgusting,” Lucien grumbled. 

Elain, ever the polite one, changed the topic. “Did you name her?” 

Celeste pulled away, and turned towards her. “We have.” She looked back at Eris. 

She asked him a silent question and he nodded. He saw the brief sadness in her eyes and he gripped her hand tight. He knew it would be hard for her, especially with Lucien present, but he stood by her decision when she asked before the baby was born. 

He watched her look over to Lucien. Her voice cracked a little when she said, “Her name is Andrea.” 

Realization washed over Lucien and his eyes widened. He looked to Eris but Eris only shrugged. Their mother, who had been watching quietly, stood and went to Lucien, squeezing his arm. Elain looked confused. 

“That’s a lovely name,” their mother replied. 

Celeste let go of Eris’s hand and she went to Elain to retrieve their child. “She’s named after Andras,” she said softly to her. “He was a dear friend,” she turned to Lucien. “A very dear friend to the both of us back in Spring. He gave his life for us to be free. I wanted to honor him.” 

Lucien was still eyeing Eris. “And you’re fine with that?” 

Eris glowered. “She could have named her Tamlin and I would be fine with it. Truly Lucien, that’s the first comment you want to make?” 

Celeste thankfully took no offense and laughed. “Would you let me name your child after my former high lord?” 

Eris bristled a little at the reminder. “You labored for two days, as long as it wasn’t Morrigan I was fine with anything.” He swore he heard Elain snort at that remark. 

Lucien nodded and looked him over with a grin. “Just checking. You are the jealous type. But I should have guessed Celeste gets whatever she wants.”

Eris only looked to his beautiful wife again, holding their child. He didn’t bother to change his expression into something other than the adoration he felt. “You say that as if it’s a terrible problem to have.” 

Another knock came to the door. His other brothers, Piran, Asher, and Cillian filed into the room; followed by Celeste’s mother. 

“These three were loitering in the halls,” she stated with great humor before curtsying towards Lucien, Elain, and his mother. “Something about how my daughter’s husband would murder them if they woke her.” 

Eris didn’t hide his grin. “I can’t fathom where they heard such an outlandish story.”

“Eris,” Celeste shuffled the babe in her arms so she could smack his arm gently. 

“It was kinder for me to kill them if they woke you than to let them suffer your wrath.” Eris retorted. “Everyone in this room knows you’re a monster to wake up.” 

Celeste scoffed, dramatically looked very offended. “You wound me deeply.”

Piran stepped around them to greet Lucien and Elain. “Good to see you both.” He turned his head to Lucien. “You keep breaking the wards, Lucien and I’m going to have you banned from Autumn again.”

“I repaired them, didn’t I?” Lucien replied. 

“Boys,” their mother said with a tone of warning. “Lucien, promise to your brothers you will stop breaking the wards.” 

“You treat me as if I’m a youngling.” He rolled his eyes. 

Asher spoke up from near the door. “That’s because you act like one.” 

Everyone laughed, including Elain, which made Lucien scowl. She finally cut him a look and he replied. “Fine, I promise I won’t break the wards again.” 

Cillian said from beside Asher, “this room is a bit crowded. We came to fetch you all.” 

They all filed out the chamber and Eris took Andrea from his wife. He still wasn’t used to it; holding the little being the cauldron blessed them with. She was still so new to the world, for any stark features to truly stand out other than the red hair, pale skin, and her blue eyes. Her little face scrunched as she settled in his arms while he walked down the hall. He smiled down at her for a moment and glanced at his wife walking beside him. He’d probably never understand what he’d done to earn this kind of happiness. 

They all reached the conference room that was refurbished as a sitting lounge several decades ago. Once Andrea was placed in the cradle, he sat with his brothers to continue talking. Even Lucien joined them. Eris would never admit how much that meant to him. His mother and Celeste’s mother were off to one side chatting. They offered to sit close to the cradle to keep an eye on the baby. Elain and Celeste went to the far side of the room. Eris could hear his wife talking, catching bits of gossip from Spring and how Elain was bullying the Tamlin into letting her redo the flowerbeds during her visits. He did catch the shift in Elain’s tone that had him worried for only a moment. 

“I started that book you sent me. You are just as terrible as my sister,” Elain said. He could see the blush on her face from his seat. “You did not warn me about chapter 33. You told me it wasn’t that bad.”

Celeste laughed loudly. “It’s not! But if that made you blush, then skip 40. It’s nothing but-” 

He instantly knew exactly what they were discussing and immediately blocked them out. His wife’s reading habits was something he decided a long time ago was none of his business. He glanced over and his gaze caught Lucien’s. Apparently he was doing the same thing, from the look he shared. Eris bit back his laugh and focused on what his other brothers were saying. It wasn’t long before a knock came to the door, stifling the conversations in the room.

Rowen, the captain of the guard, poked his head in. “Lord Helion is here. Shall I escort him in?”

Eris looked at his brothers. Unspoken words were exchanged between them with a look and Eris stood. 

“I’ll go.” When he got to the door, he looked at Rowen and nodded to the room. “Go in and visit.” 

Rowen looked at him skeptically. He ran a nervous hand through his dark hair. “Are you sure?” 

“You’re family, aren’t you?” He patted his friend’s shoulder. “Go meet the baby. You haven’t even seen her yet.” 

Eris understood his hesitation. Rowen was a good leader but very reserved. Asher was always the more outgoing one and Rowen gladly let his husband take on those responsibilities. He watched Rowen stare into the room for a moment. He then gave Eris a nod and went through the door. He took a shortcut to the main hall and found Helion waiting near the front entrance.

“Afternoon Helion.” His greeting was short. Even after all the time that passed, their relationship was still complicated. 

“Eris.” Helion gave a little nod. “Apologies for running late. Congratulations. I know your mother is excited to have a new youngling around.”

As if summoned, footsteps echoed in the hall. Eris turned to see his mother and wife walking towards them, his wife holding their daughter.

“You look well.” Helion said to Celeste as they approached. 

Celeste scoffed. “Don’t flatter me, Helion. Lucien’s already told me I look worse for wear.” 

He frowned. “Did he?” 

Eris replied with a little pride, “she handled it.” 

Helion cut his eyes to Eris’s mother, who nodded. He looked back to Celeste. “You look like you have a new babe keeping you up at night, but that’s expected. All that considered, you do look well.”

“Eris helps.” Celeste readjusted the baby resting in her arms. “Would you like to hold her? Her name is Andrea.” 

Helion nodded and Celeste handed her over to him. He grinned as he took her, part of the blanket falling to the side as she squirmed in his hands. She seemed more awake, her legs shuffling under the white gown they’d dressed her in. Helion cooed a greeting to her and Eris could see her yawn. 

“Isn’t she beautiful?” His mother sighed and leaned onto Helion’s arm. 

Watching them awe over his child made Eris wonder if somehow, in another life, that would have been how they looked at their own babe. Would that have been how they looked at Lucien? How they would have looked at him? He must have let his emotions show. Celeste slipped her arm around his and took his hand. She weaved her fingers around his own and she squeezed gently. With a blink, he squeezed back. 

The moment didn’t last for long, however. Eris knew instantly by the quick little movements his daughter was making that she was about to start screaming. As if on cue, her face scrunched up. Celeste moved first, holding out her arms as Andrea let out a little cry. Helion thankfully wasn’t offended, letting out a soft chuckle. 

“And she’s hungry,” Celeste quickly took the wailing babe. She held her close and looked at Eris.  “I’m going to feed her and drag out Elain. I left her alone talking with my mother and she was trying to needle out of Elain her cinnamon bread recipe,” she added, making a face. 

“I’ll go with you.” His mother told Celeste and stood on her toes to kiss Helion on the cheek. 

Eris caught her gaze for a brief moment. He knew she was leaving them alone on purpose. He didn’t hide annoyance on his face. His mother flashed her eyes in a way that told him to behave. Eris crossed his arms. He and Helion turned to watch them retreat for a moment. Eris could taste the awkward silence hanging between them. 

Helion finally turned to Eris. “You know you’re welcome at my court, Eris.” Eris could only nod. “I do mean that. Next time Celeste visits, you should join her. I know your mother wants to see more of you. Especially with the baby-“ 

“I am aware.” Eris finally snapped back. He said it more harsher than he intended to. Helion frowned and Eris continued. “What I mean is, when Andrea is old enough to handle winnowing, I will send notice.”

That softened the Day High Lord’s demeanor. “There is a lot of bad blood between us. I’m not asking for a miracle; I’m merely asking to start making amends. We are family.” 

Eris nodded again. He knew he needed to try harder. It had been over a century. He was at least trying. Even if it pained him. 

Helion didn’t let the silence lapse for long. “I spoke with your mother and we both agreed there will be Pegasus waiting for her when she’s old enough.” 

“That’s hardly necessary,” Eris replied, taken aback. 

Helion shrugged, wearing a smirk eerily similar to Lucien’s. “So was giving us two smoke hounds as a mating present.” 

Eris rolled his eyes. “Again, hardly. Aspen and Jora missed my mother dearly.” 

Helion didn’t seem to buy it but also didn’t further argue. “Shall we?” He asked, looking toward the hall. 

“Of course,” Eris nodded. 

He told himself one day he would be used to the family he made and acquired, just like he had gotten used to the peace. For the time being, he would try to enjoy it for what it was and accept the happiness the cauldron and Mother granted him.

[emahriel]

i associate Fjorn's current state of depression/anger (aka prior to the events of bg3 + a good part of bg3) with black, silver & purple

but once his relationship blossoms with Astarion and they get to settle down a bit and appreciate the little things in life, I imagine him basking in browns, burnt orange & gold

just... both of them enjoying the riches of life, Fjorn actually indulging himself possibly for the first time in his life

[murtagh-reactions]

Yes, I’m going to need a fanfic where Murtagh was raised in Carvahall and left with Brom and Eragon and ended up courting Nasuada when they made it to the Varden. Is that too much to ask for?

[sapphichorsegirl]

We need some MPS (Morty Protective Services) because my heart can't handle how many Mortys are mistreated in the show

I have like 0 maternal instincts, but I'd adopt a Morty in a heartbeat, boyo deserves the world

[soloragoldsun]

So, I'm convinced that we'll see more of Heaven in season 2, and that there will be factions that are for or against extermination, redemption, etc.

And I know for a fact that those who are for redemption and anti extermination will absolutely adore Angel Dust! Like, I'm imagining him becoming the face of letting more sinners into Heaven! Every sympathetic angel who saw Angel being abused by Val will be absolutely feral about removing the obstacles keeping him from salvation. There will be souls in the streets with Angel's face on signs protesting the unfair treatment of Hell's people.

And when Angel finally gets there? He's gonna be the most loved newcomer Heaven has seen in ages! He'll arrive to find a whole legion of angels who have been actively rooting for him ever since they first learned of him! Emily will be so proud, Pentious will be ecstatic, and let's not forget the family reunion with Angel's mom and Molly!

What I'm saying is that Angel Dust's story resolution absolutely HAS to have him being validated and loved for the good soul he is and having everyone say how proud they are of him!

[bardly-working]

I cannot express to you how much I love Ragh Barkrock, or how excited/terrified I am that he will still have some important part to play in the narrative of S3/Junior Year.

[fizz-pop-thwip]

Mr Samuel Winchester is out of the cage and now he's okay with child torture. Although I am not dissuaded, as he seems sillier than ever!

I'm not totally convinced this whole 'cage' business did nothing but raise his violence tolerance but we'll see.

[elnandooo]

this is an absurd amount of laps i still have to mentally endure

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

I wrote another transimgration fic because Martin DESERVED BETTER im not sure if im giving him something better but my point stands-

[three-legged-chair]

Okay, so I know everyone is talking about who is gonna Elain end up with, Azriel or Lucien.

Everybody always says that Elain doesn't care for Lucien and is nervous around him, da da da. BUT why is no one talking about the fact that Elain is not Lucien's type AT ALL.

When he described Jesminda, he said (I don't remember exactly, but I remember what picture it painted in my mind) that she was fierceful, lively, and could take and repay his banter. He could be his awesome self around her with witty jokes and everything I loved about him in the first book.

Her personality, for me, couldn't be farther from Elain's. I see Elaine's witty humour with Az, but still. If Lucien and Elain were not mates, I don't think they would ever even consider each other as "possible partners." Ykwim.

It seems to me like Lucien is trying for Elaine's favor because he feels like he has to.

Also, I got a feeling that Lucien might like Vassa, and her personality lies way closer to Jesmina's than Elaine's.

Yes, we could get some character development from Elain that already started in acosf. She would be done with what is expected of her from people around her, and we would see what's under the good girl facade. That is something I wanna see.

I don't know if this post makes sense. I don't care who will end up with Elain as long as my boy Lucien is happy. (I don't think it's will be Az, three sisters, three brothers pairing doesn't seem likely to me, but who tf knows)

[mar-zom]

working on my fic (my shoulder has finally provided me a little taste of mercy) and i cannot explain how happy it makes me to write Crowley explaining stars and nebulas and galaxies.

a little part of myself heals for crowley to be able to share his love for his creation and explain everything to someone who will listen even if they’re a bit confused on what he’s talking about.

also, it has ignited my old love for astronomy so hopefully tonight is clear enough that i can take my telescope out and heal my own inner child a bit.

[justamoteofdust]

I watched all of the disastrous life of saiki k in like 5 days. Why couldn't I stop I have things to do. I leave for college in a few weeks. Gah.

[cloudy---jay]

Getting real “secret good 4th sherlock episode 13th ted lasso episode” vibes in this tag tonight

[maddestprincessinabox]

All I can say there's been years since a fictional character fucked me up so badly.

[maybe-in-another-universe]

sometimes i like to think he’s in the batfam, not because he’s a good hero or that he’s integral to the family (all of which he is), but because he’s too crazy to be left unmonitored to some degree. they left him alone for a YEAR and he came back with a gaggle of unsavory characters with his undying loyalty, respect and concerningly obsessive behaviors from one of the oldest and skilled swordsman (and head of the loa), international crimes, two major organization take-downs under his belt, one less spleen, their supposedly dead father, and major trust issues. the guy has his own brand of unhinged. his thought process is crazy and you can tell he’s seventeen because even though all that happened, he’s still like yeah strapping rocket blasters to a skateboard is a great idea! (ik it was before RR but still) kid has no concept of processing his traumas, right now he’s in the fuck-it-we-ball stage and has no plans on leaving.

Ok, so is it only me who finds Tim's rise to heroing hillarious?

Bc consider: everyone have their traumatic original story, especially in batfam (Cass's whole life, Dami's upbringing, Jay's street life, Dick's parents, Steph's father, Duke's parent. Actually everyone's parents wtv), and then there is Tim. He's rich white boy that canonically was not abused by his parents, only in fanon, that is weirdly obsessed with Dick Grayson. Not even Robin or Nightwing. Dick Grayson and his motherfucking summersault. He didn't plan on becoming Robin, it just happend bc heis sense of duty didn't let him just turn his back on Batman's villain origin storry. And then it was supposed to be Dick back as Robin, but he said 'oh fuck no' and that was it. So Tim was like 'welp, I guess it's only me' and got himself a job without any profit. And then it was just like 'it's actually fun, i'm gonna blow shit up and mess with ppl' and that was it, he was gone for heroism forever.

And then as Robin and later Red Robin he's got a shittone of trauma, but it's after. He literally don't have any deeply rooted motive for becoming a vigilante, just that he was only one that figured out who Batman was and was to nosy to just turn his back on it.

So yeh. Tim is just funny like that.

And it's all actually even funnier when you realise that he's one of the most unhinged one of Batfam. I mean they all are, but he's the one that went on crazy andventure looking for Bruce, got Ra's obsessed with him, destroyed LoA, lost his spleen and tried to clone his dead bf 99 times.