#see I can find common ground for this crossover to work

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This is for the three people-and shoelace who recognized them in my last post XD

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I just have one question (for which I'm already working on the thesis)

Why, exactly, is it Supernatural?

Why are all my besties aware of the show, and all my moots telling me why I interpreted this One scene wrong?

What did Supernatural do to fandom? And by virtue, what did it do to pop culture?

Ok I'm willing to admit I can see the venn diagram that is "two brothers fake their way through every career they can find in order to find, kill, and expose the killing of various monsters in disguise in the human world"

I can also see the ways that sings when married with "mid-twenties, extra-special neurodivergent man somehow creates and carries on a long con in which he defrauds the police (fuck the pigs) with his Bestie (who is Black), but since he's only helping them and also being played as a character that does sex to the point you could argue he's pansexual just because he bones down and flirts with So Many People"

Look what I'm saying is I can Absolutely see where these two wires cross

Same with Lucifer - the style doesn't cross but the material does

And I can also, with some pushing, identify queerbaiting which is, I think (hindsight-edly) where I find so much common ground given the air time of Psych relative to SPN

But this is the thing

Supernatural has showed up in all my fandoms for the last 10 years

I haven't been able to Scroll The Archive without being reminded of SPN since 2014. So clearly SPN did Something to the collective subconscious. And to get at the point where most crossovers of another show are about your show, it just. It says something. (And I already know the Doylian explanation that character actors and Hollywood and Shooting In Vancouver ok, I know All of That already. I'm more interested in the cultural implications and ramifications ok)

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Terrible Fic Ideas #60: The Old Guard, but make it Percy Jackson

I was not intending on falling headfirst into another fandom. Nor was I intending to come up with another crazy PJO crossover that somehow manages not to be crack, but I discovered The Old Guard last weekend and this is the end result.

Or: What if, post-movie, the Guard decided to lay low at the one place Merrick's people could never find them: Camp Half-Blood?

Bear with me:

For most of history, "the cradle of western civilization" has been in Europe, as befitting a throughly European idea. But Europe is a big place - and even bigger when you don't have modern transportation to fall back on. A common rule of thumb for medieval travel goes something like 1 day sailing = 7 days on horseback = 21 days walking.

Plus sending satyrs to scope out likely schools is a lovely idea in an era with compulsory public education, but less likely to work in an era where even universities are few on the ground.

All that being said, I imagine it would have been ridiculously easy for demigods to slip through the cracks and never make their way to CHB or CJ, not once suspecting they were anything other than fully human. This is especially true of demigods without spectacular active powers like creating hurricanes or summoning the dead.

As there's no canonical reason why the members of the Old Guard are immortal, there's no reason they can't be demigods who slipped through the cracks, died, and became immortal because of their divine ancestry. It's a rare quirk of genetics that shows up only in 1 in a 10,000 demigods, most often in those who lack any active powers and show only the passive traits of their divine parent - and, therefore, have no idea that they're demigods at all until much, much later in the game.

For the purposes of this fic: Quỳnh and Lykon are descended from southeast asian and subsaharan pantheons of which modern historians have only limited knowledge. Andy is the daughter of Dyḗus, the PIE sky god considered to be equivalent to Zeus, and thus is something like Zeus' stepdaughter. Nicky is the only child of Neptune born in the last two millennia, Joe the son of Apollo in his Greek incarnation, and Nile the daughter of Mars. I went back and forth for possible divine parents for Booker, but ultimately decided to make him a son of Dionysus in this AU. None of them exhibit anything that might be called a power, but have certain talents and personality traits that mark them distinctly as of divine descent.

Just imagine it:

Following Merrick, the Guard needs to lay low. They have many safe houses but no way of knowing how many are compromised. In the end, they decide to go to the one place Merrick can be assured not to find them: Camp Half-Blood.

They get halfway to Ramsgate before realizing the UK probably no longer counts as "the cradle of Western civilization". With a little bit of divine intervention, they find their way to Long Island.

CHB is not unused to people showing up bloody on their doorstep, but most campers have never seen one adult demigod, let alone five. The fact that two of them are Roman and one predates Zeus himself is startling, as I picture this happening in the summer immediately after TLO, before Hera kidnaps Percy.

There's some tension, partly because of the Greek/Roman thing, partly because some campers are bitter these well-trained adults didn't show up to help during the Battle of the Labyrinth/Battle of Manhattan. (The answer - that they just didn't know Kronos was rising - doesn't help much, but the masterclasses they give on various fighting techniques do.)

Percy spends more time at CHB during the next few months than he ever has - after all, who knows when he'll next get to see a non-monstrous half-brother? Nicky may be the son of his father's Roman incarnation - the only one born since Sextus Pompeius to hear him tell it - but he's still family. An ideal big brother really. This does not keep Percy from being kidnapped or the events of HOO from happening, but it does mean there are more people keeping an eye out for him, and when the Argo II runs into trouble in Europe a few people they can call for backup.

But otherwise I have very little plot for this and a lot of scenes of a long few months where CHB and the Guard interact, but then largely go their separate ways until the kids need to phone a friend. This includes: 1) Booker spending a lot of time with his father and remaining half-brother, which gives him both family and the therapist he needs. It's not a magical fix-all, but it starts the path of healing; 2) Nile freaking out over the demigod thing as well as the immortality, but finds comfort in her Ares half-siblings, and generally realizing that while she may have lost her mortal family she never has to be alone, even if she decides being a member of an immortal army isn't for her; 3) Andy teaching all the children all the weapons, because as much as he hates baby demigods having to fight she'd rather teach them how to survive than turn a blind eye to it; and 4) Percy worrying Nicky and Joe are camping out in a cave on the edge of camp because they've been made to feel unwelcome because of the Roman/gay/immortal thing, only to turn permanently red after they kindly explain to him why two adults in a loving relationship might want space for themselves after a traumatic event.

Bonuses include: 1) At least one long digression on how one goes from killing each other multiple times outside the gates of Jerusalem to immortal husbands who are still in the honeymoon stage after 97 decades. This should include a lot of digression on what it takes to have a healthy relationship of any sort, among other related subjects, and hopefully highlight the line between healthy desire to spend one's lives together and unhealthy codependence enough so that MoA's judo throw is avoided; 2) The drama of at least one divine parent beyond Dionysus appearing on scene at some point. Extra bonus points if it's Neptune, who honestly hasn't realized he fathered a demigod child in the last two thousand years. Extra extra bonus points if it's curmudgeonly victorian fisherman Neptune; and 3) Percy upon finding out about Quỳnh immediately offering to go out to Dogger Bank and ask the marine life about a woman in an iron coffin.

And that's it really - not a lot of plot, just a lot of disconnected scenes. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.

More Terrible Fic Ideas

[magnolia-sunrise]

i thought id make a bit of an attempt to give a more serious answer to the oc meeting prompt.. as far as i can judge it, since they do live in pretty different worlds :) id say im thinking of slightly older versions of gabbi and ellis for this bc i just dont think they might cross paths much otherwise (more for the fact that both of them are kind of isolated people in the younger ages they have in their story) generally i think gabbi would be a little stunned and intimidated by wolf a little bit, but in a really positive sense. i could imagine them meeting at some kind of theater bar where gabbi is doing a show. i think they would probably get along pretty well and gabbi would probably ask and yap about their outfits :) i think in vamp au they have their own whole dynamic where they are friends based on circumstance a bit, but overall i think they might connect over their love of people and the finer things in life that others often overlook. on the other hand, i think ellis would have a hard time really finding common ground with them, as i feel like they are kind of social opposites.. i think he might rather just sit around with bastien and they can slightly frown at each other and like maybe end up agreeing that the lack of pressure to have small talk in that is actually more pleasant than expected. i also think that ellis might be interested in the kind of work bastien does, since hes really interested in science (although more from the biological side than on the mechanical side, seeing the crossover between it as something really fascinating) a fun thing i thought about would be wolf and esra interacting bc i think they would dislike each other on first impressions, with wolf maybe seeing through the fact that esra is kind of shallow and fake and it just doesnt work on them. but actually getting to know each other they might be really into talking shit together. i think esra would quickly understand that wolfs kindness is genuine, and not put on like their own. and chill out and show their more comfortable and authentic side and maybe they connect over that a little bit. id also imagine esra as a human, being really curious and amazed by their ability and willingness to change their own body (but not wanting to nose around about it, as to not be rude.) a bit difficult to judge everything since their worlds are so different, and to think of a scenario where they would even meet each other, but i think esra might be the most easily implemented in that,, as they do collect info on others and trade it with trustworthy sources.

hehe thank you for reconsidering and throwing them into the lion's den!

its fun to consider from Wolfgang's point of view why they would be in vicinity of someone like Gabriel, who based on class and his background as an heir of a politician high up in his city's strata, is simply worlds away from the world Wolf occupies. in fact it makes Gabbi into a mark - someone important to get closer to and get information out of about their family business and political moves : ) not to say they could not get closer as friends eventually, but i feel like Gabbi would be an easy target for them to make a very strong positive impression and then just let him talk. maybe then they would find out Gabriel has actually no useful information about the more politically involved people in his family and also just isn't really interested in all that in general but that he has a good heart, so they would keep meeting for tea here and there to chat just on a purely friendly basis : D

Ellis and Wolf is intriguing because i feel like they could get him to talk but quickly come up against the secrets and mysteries of his past and his general lack of social skill and interest in people, and decide its probably not worth trying despite the mystery behind those amber eyes. Ellis and Bastien are like, two very introverted people who if they could get over the awkwardness of not being able to hold a conversation maybe they would actually find common ground and geek out over some of the technical details of Bastien's side hustle, i can totally see it.

i don't know as much about Esra but they seem like an intriguing character and their occupation could definitely put them in Wolf's way. though Wolfgang has had negative experiences with information brokers and they on principle don't trust them and don't get close to them outside of work purposes. if they got friendly enough outside of that line of work though they would have no issues sharing anything about their surgeries with a fellow trans person, they don't feel shy about it :) (outside of not sharing specifics that would identify the surgeon and put them in danger because changing your body as an android is not legal) in fact its a point of pride to feel comfortable in their body and all they have done to achieve that feeling!

thank u for the ask!!

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Sneak peak

aka I promise I'm not afk from writing. I'm just working on original stories and playing video games while bracing myself for In Remembrance. FWIW, i've been occasionally publishing a Cypher centric story with Cypher/Nora as the main pair, or if you'd be interested, I have a bunch of original stories in progress atm (you'd have to msg me for those tho)

This chapter is from an idea I've had and hoarded for a bit. After this, it will go back into the pile of WIPs. It was gonna be a cheesy mentor and apprentice esque film as we see Jett develop her skills in the protocol. This will be somewhat of a crossover with R6S, but mostly just Glaz and Kapkan :)) Hope you enjoy :))

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An artist and a sniper had many things in common.

Aleksander remembered watching his mentor as he painted the scenery in front of them. While Sasha was cleaning his sniper rifle, he let his thoughts drift to the training. He spent hours in one of those watch towers, practice rifle in hand with his orange paintball ammo to the side. He looked for what his mentor described. The details. A shape out of position, a bit of colour where there should be none, a shadow that was not where it was supposed to be. In the end, he shot three times. Only one landed.

“When will you learn to take your time?” Finally, something to break the silence that was gnawing away at Sasha’s gut.

Glaz put his paintbrush down and turned to face Sasha with a sigh. “Sasha, I cannot keep giving you more chances.”

“I will do better.” I must.

But in some cruel twist, it was Alexander’s drive to be perfect that was shortening his abilities. He was an excellent hunter, able to track, hunt, and then shoot his prey. But the role of a sniper was very different compared to a hunt. He was not someone on a prowl. It was an organized procedure that placed him on overwatch, looking out for his team. He was a scout without moving an inch. And he was not thriving in this role. His scores on the ground were much higher. His reputation was of a silent stalker, able to find the threat and neutralize them without the target even realizing. But to make it through the selection process, he would need to be a sniper, a tactician, a fighter - everything, as easy as that sounded...

“No. You will not. You will not because you focus too much on the result. Not enough on yourself.”

The words hurt. He couldn’t deny that, but a pout wasn’t going to help him succeed. Work, practice, and study would.

“Practicing in a range will not help. You can aim. Everyone knows that. Your problem on the field is that you can’t focus on what stands out. You only focus on the fact that you can’t miss.”

“I cannot miss, or else—”

“You cannot miss. That is the only correct thing you’ve said so far in this room. You do not often miss. But as a sniper – as the overwatch – you miss because you aim to hit the wrong things.”

Then, Glaz beckoned Sasha over to his side. He was hesitant in getting closer right now. He had not earned praise, and while he was not Maxim, Glaz was an intimidating presence, especially when he was as frustrated as he was now.

“Come and look at this painting. I have been painting this room for the past hour.”

Sasha looked over and saw part of the room in this piece. Just the window outside and the bookshelf next to it. It looked just like the real-life counterparts. He looked over at his mentor. Glaz’s eyes did a sweep of the canvas and then of the reference portion of the room.

“Do you see anything wrong with it?”

“No.” Sasha was genuine in his answer. It was a beautiful start to what would surely be a masterful painting.

“Wrong.” Glaz put down his paintbrush and with his finger just barely hovering above the still-drying paint, he pointed at a part in the upper corner of the room in the painting. “See here? The shades around the window do not match. The light above us casts a much longer shadow than what I’ve drawn.”

Ah. So this was the game today. Sasha narrowed his eyes and tried to compare the shapes. It was indeed a little shorter in the painting, but not enough so that it was noticeable right away. But if that was a purposeful mistake…

“The books on the shelf are much darker in this picture than in real life.”

“Correct. I’ve used darker colours in the painting. What else?”

Sasha furrowed his eyebrows. He could feel his mentors gaze watching him steadily as he studied the colours and shapes. With every passing second, he could feel himself losing focus. He was thinking about how disappointed Glaz must’ve been just waiting there for an answer that was not coming up. But not just that, he needed to prove that he was good enough. He had never failed anything before he got here for special training. And though he had high scores in many tests, his sniper training was dragging him down. If he couldn’t prove to Glaz that he was good enough to be here – that he could keep up with other and earn his spot—

“Sasha!”

His head snapped over to Glaz, who had just clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Stop thinking about me or the scores or anything else that happened today. This painting is your world.”

He took a deep breath, only now aware of how his lungs were burning for air. Perhaps he was in his head too much – maybe he was his own obstacle, and if that were the case, how was he supposed to overcome himself? Stop. Again, he had to reign in his thoughts. Focus. Shades of colour out of place, shadows that looked different to how they should, textures that shouldn’t be there…

“You added texture and lines to the wooden floor. Dark enough so that it’s hard to see.”

“What else?”

Sasha looked again. “The shutters have light behind them in this painting but it is dark outside right now.”

“More.”

Now that he was focused solely on the colours and what should or should not be there, it was easier. Sasha found that answers were coming to him as if he were reading a book. “There’s a corner folded on the book in real life, not in the painting. The shadows and how they meet the floor right here is a little too tall. The colour of the wall right next to the window is too light in this one spot.”

He felt Glaz clap him on the shoulder again, only this time, he was shaking him frantically and with excitement. “Good! Good! So you are not blind. You only need to do this exercise on the practice field, and you will be everything you want to be. Go rest. I will paint more and we will try again tomorrow.”

The levity in his chest made it easy to trudge his tired feet and legs back to his room. It was like a part of his brain was unlocked, and now, he couldn’t wait to see what else he noticed on the field.

For now, it started with a perfect score on the sniper exercises and a small smile on Glaz’s face.

*

Sova couldn’t help it. He was actually quite excited at the thought of mentoring a newer agent to the protocol. He’s had the ability to work with various people throughout his life, and he’s been the apprentice before, but this would be something completely new.

“Captain, I wanted to say again that I am grateful for the chance to train the newest agent.” He didn’t mention the part that he was a little hurt that Sage was put in front of him for this job because of her Radiant powers. Phoenix had to learn to control his radiant abilities, yes, but about battlefield tactics, he was certain that his experience trumped Sage’s. 

“A bit of advice?” Brimstone said as he turned to look over his shoulder at Sova. “Don’t expect it to be easy. Every recruit is different in how learn. How they respond to a situation, how they see a battlefield, they will take steps you find stupid or reckless. She’s going to drive you up a wall before you get through to her, but don’t let that get to you. All rookies are like that.”

Sova chuckled. That was certainly true, even for someone as accomplished and experienced as himself. He remembered the various looks of anger and frustration on Maxim’s face once upon a time, or the cold patience in Glaz’s eyes the first month or so when Sova started training under his wing. But he learned so much from both of them, even outside of the battlefield, that he wasn’t sure he could ever pay them back. But perhaps he could pay it forward.

“Meet our newest agent,” Brimstone said as he opened up the door to the office. “This is Jett.”

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Luna's Review: Code: Realize ~Guardian of Rebirth~

Official Summary:

Venture into a reimagined steampunk version of 19th century London. Follow the adventures of the poison-skinned maiden Cardia, the men trying to help her, and the mysterious organization intent on capturing her.

Experience a visual novel adventure brimming with literary and historical characters including Victor Frankenstein and Abraham van Helsing. Will Cardia find love, or destroy those she cares for? Her story is in your hands.

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(Spoiler-Free) Luna's Thoughts

This game was ok! It wasn't the trainwreck that was "even if Tempest," nor was its storyline as convoluted as "Cafe Enchante." I liked the historical figures and other fictional references, and the art was lovely.

A small thing that annoyed me is that they keep referring to Cardia's skin as "poisonous." I believe poison has to be ingested, so it would be more correct to say she is "acidic," but I guess that's not very charming to say lol. There are also a few plot points that seem a bit silly, and I didn't think the true end character necessarily deserved that role.

But overall, this was a solid game. The steampunk London setting was cool AF and I enjoyed the emphasis on airships and steam power. All the routes were pretty different, and though I would have liked to see more crossover between them, none of them felt extremely out of line like in some other games I've played.

I wasn't excited enough about it to bother with the ample supply of bonus content on offer, but I did like it and would consider playing it again in the future.

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(SPOILERS) Common Route

Honestly, Cardia's backstory is the weakest part of the game as writers scramble to explain why she can't wear normal clothes or stay in one room for long. She can't eat with normal utensils, for example, but nobody is concerned that she might melt through her bed because her hair covers her back and her hair isn't poisonous for some reason. Some details were given a lot of thought and some are just explained away with "science" that happens off screen.

None of that is truly an issue, but I feel like it could have easily been more streamlined to say, for example, that Cardia can melt living things. That would still have the effect of making her isolated, alone, treated like a freak and unable to interact with humans. But it would do away with some of the more contrived details such as how she avoids melting into the ground.

The scene that should have been one of the most emotional — when Cardia tells the story of how she was trapped in a cave and accidentally killed her mother figure — ends up feeling frustrating, as you yell "just melt the rock!" at the screen the entire time. She does, but not until too late. "But she didn't know she created toxic air!" you say. Ok, but surely she didn't want to sit in the cave indefinitely? She could have just started work to melt the rock immediately. Maybe the result would have been the same, but at least it would seem more logical.

I thought the first choice to ignore Lupin's offer, which dead ends the game as Cardia sets out on her own adventure, was very funny. I also liked how she starts becoming more expressive as she spends time with her boys. My favorite part is how it shows her gaining skills and learning to fight and defend herself. That's refreshing compared to some other series where the protagonist is always being protected.

Below follows some thoughts on the actual routes, in the order I played them.

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(SPOILERS) Impey Barbicane

What I thought was going to be my least favorite route ended up being my favorite. Impey is the flirt archetype, and also the genki character of the game. His route was the lightest, as he carries the least baggage of all the characters, but his sincere nature got to me.

Unfortunately, his flirtiness makes him annoying in other routes. Like, boy, I'm romancing someone else, back off!!

I do wish Impey being a vampire was more relevant to the game in general. I know that angsting over the fate of the vampires was more for Victor, Helsing and Delacroix II, but having Impey be a vampire was basically thrown in for shock value and didn't end up being super relevant.

I did think Nemo was an extremely fun villain and his design and speech pattern are so unique. He was a good foil for Impey, as they have similar reasons for becoming engineers, but he becomes the typical "mad scientist" here and takes everything a little too far.

I'd say Impey's route was the simplest of the five, but for that reason, I also thought it was the most solid, and the one that left me with the least questions.

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(SPOILERS) Saint-Germaine

Call me nitpicky, but Saint-Germain is the character with the most baffling design choices IMHO. His hair is ridiculous. He only wears half of his coat the entire time. He has watches all over his arms that seem to do nothing. Truly some odd decisions were made during his creation.

Aside from Victor, I'd say his route was the most angsty as he rebels against his job and his nature to save Cardia. Unfortunately, this results in him being off screen for a lot of his route as he kills his way through the other members of Idea to save Cardia.

I thought the whole route felt a bit overkill-y. This is a man who essentially caused the Black Plague, who knows what one bad decision can do, and yet instead of choosing to stay by her side and defend her, he abandons her to preemptively fight the other Idea members, none of whom are given a sprite except Guinivere. (Side note: I adore Guinivere. Easily one of the most rad characters of the game.)

What's stopping any other of the Idea members from attacking Cardia while she's left defenseless? It falls apart under scrutiny. Perhaps this is because Saint-Germain's attraction to Cardia was the least convincing for me. I just didn't feel much of a connection there.

I do love how you basically only see his eyes on his route. It makes it all the more threatening when you do. And despite how critical I'm being, I did think the concept of the Apostles of Idea was pretty cool. I just thought it was a little far reaching for the framework of this particular game.

While one of the more interesting routes, I'd call Saint-Germain's route the least romantic.

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(SPOILERS) Victor Frankenstein

Personality-wise, Victor is my favorite character. He's got baggage but desperately wants to reverse the damage he's done inadvertently. And he's so sweet and wears glasses! I did want to know what was up with his headphones but they're never addressed.

Victor's route is the one where you have to deal the most with Queen Victoria, and at least for me, this kind of ruined her character for me. You learn she was the instigation behind a lot of dark incidents and has an even darker one planned that basically equates to genocide. While in the true ending she fesses up and seems to have grown as a character, it was hard for me to get behind her again after seeing how needlessly cruel she was in Victor's route.

I absolutely adored the development of the Queen's relationship with Leonhardt in this route. Honestly I ship them more than most of the characters in this game with Cardia. Even if you want to interpret them as having a more father-daughter relationship, it's still really sweet. He clearly cares so much for her and just wants to guide her down the right path.

But back to Victor. I like that, despite being the gentle nerd of the game, he can still fight in his own way, and even teaches Cardia to do the same. It was nice to see him come out of his shell and become more confident as the game progresses.

Victor's route was solid and his relationship with Cardia is very believable. After all, he's done so much for her. He's the reason, in every route, that she can eat with the boys and wear different outfits. Cardia returns the favor by forgiving him for being involved in her creation. I did think the brief "is Victor my father" storyline was pretty funny. I mean, he kinda is though.

All in all, one of the better routes in my opinion.

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(SPOILERS) Abraham Van Helsing

Man, I wanted to like this route more than I did.

Van Helsing is the closest thing to a tsundere in this game, so I thought I'd like him and saved him for last before the true end. Unfortunately, he's so cool and collected that he rarely breaks, and he comes across as cruel a lot of the time, even when it's revealed that he's doing so to keep Cardia out of it. She's kept at arms' length so much that I didn't feel the relationship developed naturally. She isn't present for a lot of the conversations, either, though we do get to see them off-screen.

Helsing's route is also the one that's least connected to the rest of the storyline. He's got a few tie-ins, most notably to the Vampire War, but his dealings with Aleister didn't relate to the overall mission. It felt a little disjointed to me.

I also thought we'd see more of Delacroix II in this route. I figured it would be Cardia helping the two of them become friends. Delacroix needed to learn that Helsing regretted his actions. But we honestly don't get a lot of that. I also figured it would be more angsty, with Helsing's death wish being relevant, but again, that didn't come up a lot.

I do find it extremely endearing that he can't cook to save his life. And I feel bad that his is the only route that ends without him being able to touch Cardia.

I don't think this was a bad route. It just wasn't what I was expecting so it made me a little disappointed.

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(SPOILERS) Arsene Lupin

Lupin's route was ok. My gripes are mainly the same as with the true end of Collar x Malice: I don't think he's fitting for a true end character.

Not only is he visually the least interesting character, but his backstory is also not particularly interesting or impactful. A lot of stuff happens on his route just because it's the true end, and we have to wrap up the game. Lupin himself isn't particularly relevant to that.

He's a nice guy, sure. You can't help but like him and his positive attitude. I think his route is the one that most treats Cardia like a human, but this comes at the cost of not allowing her to do a lot. This could be seen as a positive, I suppose. She's spend most of the other routes convincing other characters that they should be forgiven, so it's fitting to have the final route involve forgiving Cardia herself for being created.

All in all, the game wraps up pretty well, and it felt like a suitable end for everyone. I just wish Lupin was a bit more interesting of a character.

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(SPOILERS) Side Characters

Here, I'm going to comment on a few side characters in the game.

Finis

No notes. Flawless character design. My theory for why he looks like this is that the original Finis and Cardia were both female. Maybe this is explained in the bonus content, idk. I've heard his hair donuts are part of the headband and not his actual hair. Either way, adorable. More male characters like this, please.

Herlock Sholmes

Upset this character wasn't a datable option. Perhaps that's for the bonus content. Either way, I wanted to see more of him. I thought he'd be more relevant in Lupin's route, and you do get to learn a bit about him, but not enough IMHO.

Queen Victoria

Who approved this outfit? I just wanna talk... Seriously, this is the worst sprite in the game. I get that her whole thing is about bees and visually there are a lot of honeycomb references, but surely we could have a black and yellow outfit that doesn't make her look like she raided an antique store.

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• I don’t care if our muses met before - send the meme

• I don’t care if we follow each other - send the meme

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ABOUT ROMANTIC SHIPS:

• multi-ship

• I love ships and chances are I already ship our characters in one way or another. So, lets go!

• I mostly ship chemistry. meaning I’d like to see how our muses interact on a base level before jumping right into a ship, but if we’re mutuals feel free to send in shippy memes or random shippy asks regardless - just know that they will likely not immediately turn into threads with a fully established romantic relationship if we’ve never interacted before.

SMUT:

• won’t write smut with minors

• it will be tagged nsfw

• it will be under a cut

• I’m game for rping most things, just ask, I won’t judge

• BUT please refrain from writing:

> spanking

> your muse calling mine babe or baby in a context that isn’t crack. just. no.

VERSES:

• canon verse and slight divergences preferred

> meaning: I follow canon by default and it will take some serious plotting and just me vibing with you ooc for any plot to happen outside the ffxiv universe

> again, right now I am not looking for crossover threads or interactions for this blog. If your muse isn’t ffxiv centric from the get go please at least have a verse for the game.

TRIGGERS:

• I don’t have any triggers

• mention of torture will be tagged with “tw: torture”

• mention of death will be tagged “tw: death”

• also I’m not a fan of gore so please keep fights and injuries reasonable

THINGS I WILL NOT RP:

• scat/watersports

• vore

• explicit torture

[kashlyn]

I'd like to add on to this but I'll probably get ahead of myself and become repeatative (how the f do u spell that word?!) and lose track of what I'm typing cuz it's easier for me to talk when ranting so sorry in advance

@ten-shiriya23 u asked for this lololol

When the Batfam and Phantom fam first meet, I can imagine some awkward tension. The Bats are used to Gotham, where every stranger could be a potential threat, while the Phantoms are much more laid back in how they approach things, having dealt with wild ghosts for years. But once they get past that initial skepticism, there’d be this deep, underlying connection between the two families, forged through their shared experience of living double lives and the constant pressure that puts on them.

Like, Bruce would likely be wary of Jack and Maddie at first, especially Jack’s wild, seemingly reckless nature. Jack is all loud enthusiasm and bursts of invention—completely opposite of Bruce’s calm, controlled demeanor. But Maddie? Bruce would have deep respect for her. Maddie is the brains behind the Fenton Ghost Portal, and I could see Bruce silently acknowledging that she’s someone who can keep Jack’s energy in check. Over time, Bruce and Maddie might have these quiet moments where they discuss what it’s like to raise kids in dangerous environments, with Maddie offering her view on how she tries to keep things "normal" for Danny and Jazz, while Bruce shares his inner worries about how he raises his Robins. (Then again, there's also that weird mirror of Bruce's Brucie persona and Jack, plus Talia and Maddie but that's a discussion for another time)

There’s also the potential for Bruce and Jack to bond over fatherhood in a weird way. Sure, Jack comes off as goofy, but at the end of the day, he deeply loves his family and would do anything to protect them—just like Bruce. They’d probably find common ground over that instinct to protect, even if Jack’s methods would leave Bruce gritting his teeth half the time.

Now onto Jazz and Dick:

These two would hit it off immediately. Both Jazz and Dick are the eldest siblings who had to grow up a little too fast. Dick had to manage Bruce’s emotional unavailability and keep the family together when Bruce couldn’t, while Jazz had to do the same for Danny, all while dealing with her parents’ ghost-obsessed lifestyle (Yeah we've all said it before lololol. "ELDEST SISTER SYNDROME anyone?" She said like she isn't the same). I imagine them swapping stories about how hard it is to be the "mature" one, sharing little tips and tricks for how they manage their chaotic families. There’d be a real softness between them—a mutual understanding that comes from having the weight of responsibility fall on their shoulders at such a young age. Dick would probably take a big-brotherly role with Jazz, even if she’s just as capable, just because he knows how isolating that responsibility can feel. Also, I like the thought of Jazz giving Dick therapy, or at least a watered down version of it to help him cope with his inner anger that he surprises for his siblings due to trauma when he didn't suppress it in the past with Jason as a kid and never really getting to bond with him until Jason died cuz he always ended up fighting Bruce whenever he was around the manor(... I'm a psych major ok? I know Jazz would notice it just like I did!)

Danny and Tim:

This is where the real heart of the crossover lies. Danny and Tim would instantly click because they’re both geniuses who bear so much weight on their shoulders. (Depends on the AU but Like Tim being co-CEO and Danny being Ghost king). They’re the problem solvers of their respective families, always thinking ten steps ahead but often forgetting to take care of themselves. The moments where they’re working together would be full of banter, sure, but also a kind of unspoken connection. Tim would recognize the exhaustion in Danny—trying to balance two lives, being a hero without enough support—and he’d subtly start looking out for him. Danny, in turn, would find someone who gets it, who understands the constant pressure to keep everything together while hiding their struggles from the people they love. (which is probably why Dead Tired seems to be a fan favorite ship in the fandom)

There’s also the ghost aspect to consider. Tim, always one for research, would dive headfirst into learning about ghosts and the Ghost Zone. He’d probably start cataloging ghostly threats, working with Danny to develop tech that the Batfam can use to defend Gotham from any supernatural attacks. Danny, meanwhile, would marvel at Tim’s detective skills, grateful to finally have someone who can help share the burden of his responsibilities.

Dani/Ellie and Damian:

This duo would be comedy gold. Dani is all chaotic energy, rebellious and free-spirited, while Damian is serious, methodical, and a bit of a perfectionist. Their first meeting would likely involve a clash of egos—Dani trying to prove herself by showing off her powers, and Damian trying to assert that he’s the superior fighter. They’d bicker constantly at first, with Damian calling Dani immature and Dani rolling her eyes at his arrogance. But beneath that tension, they’d quickly realize they have a lot in common. Both Dani and Damian are, to some extent, “clones,” Dani being a clone of Danny, and Damian being a product of the League of Assassins and Talia al Ghul’s plans for Batman. They both wrestle with questions of identity, wondering if they’re just living in the shadows of their "originals." Damian is arrogant and calculating, but he’s also fiercely loyal to his family. Dani, on the other hand, is playful, chaotic, and still figuring out her place in the world. They both have this desire to prove that they’re more than just copies of someone else.

As time goes on, their rivalry would turn into a sibling-like relationship. Damian would take on the role of the protective older brother (though he’d never admit it), and Dani would start to respect his discipline and skills, even if she’d still tease him endlessly. In a way, they’d help each other heal—Dani helping Damian loosen up and enjoy life more, while Damian gives Dani the stability and structure she sometimes craves but doesn’t know how to ask for.

The more time these two families spend together, the more they’d recognize how similar they really are. Both families revolve around the idea of balancing responsibility and personal identity. The Batfam is constantly struggling with the weight of Gotham’s expectations, while the Phantom fam is trying to juggle saving the world from ghosts while still having a somewhat normal life.

Extras

Bruce and Danny:

Bruce might initially see Danny as another young vigilante who doesn’t understand the full weight of what he’s doing. But as he learns more about Danny’s life, Bruce would start to recognize parts of himself in the young hero—this relentless drive to protect others, even at the cost of his own happiness. Danny, meanwhile, would look at Bruce and see the future he fears for himself: a life consumed by duty, with little room for anything else. This dynamic would spark conversations about the importance of balance, something Bruce is still learning and Danny desperately needs to understand.

Jazz and Dick, and the Siblings:

Jazz and Dick are mirrors of each other in how they navigate their roles as siblings. Both have a deep love for their younger brothers and feel a responsibility to help guide them. They know what it’s like to be the ones who have to pick up the pieces when everything falls apart, and they both carry the emotional weight of their families. It’d be healing for both of them to find someone who understands that particular burden. Dick could help Jazz realize it’s okay to let go a little, to let Danny find his own path, while Jazz could remind Dick that his efforts aren’t taken for granted.

Dani and Damian:

The parallel between Dani and Damian’s journeys is perhaps the most compelling. Both were created for a purpose—Dani as Vlad’s attempt at a perfect clone and Damian as a product of the League of Assassins—and both are trying to break free from those expectations. They’re fighting to define themselves outside of the shadows of their "originals," trying to prove that they’re their own people, not just a reflection of someone else’s plan. Through their rivalry-turned-friendship, Dani and Damian would learn that they’re more alike than they realize, both struggling with identity but slowly finding their own sense of purpose.

Basically ~~~

The crossover between the Batfam and Phantom fam would be all about exploring how family—whether it’s biological or found—shapes us. Both families come with a lot of baggage, but they’re also fiercely loyal, always ready to fight for each other, even if they don’t always show it in the most conventional ways. Watching them interact, clash, and ultimately learn from each other would be a beautiful exploration of what it means to be a family in worlds filled with danger, secrets, and endless responsibility. In the end, the Batfam and Phantom fam would come to see that, despite their differences, they’re all just trying to protect the people they love—whether it’s from ghosts, criminals, or even themselves.

Jazz, Dan, Danny, Danielle

Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian

Do you see my vision???

[balkanbitch]

Alright so a bit ago I said I was gonna write a 2012 and rise crossover fic where the mikey's switch places

This is basically just the first chapter lol

But first notes:

I don't have a beta reader so I'm kinda using this as my beta reader before I post it to ao3

It does not have a title yet

I read over this once for spelling mistakes so it's not gonna be perfect

I don't write fanfiction super often so if this rough please bare with me lol

This is the second time posting my work so yeah be nice please

This has more chapters in the works that may be posted who knows lol

Part 2

Trigger warning: mentions of head wounds, paranoid thoughts, drugging, forcefully drugging someone (it's not that graphic and it's like a paragraph at the end), restraining someone

Portals where a weird thing.

Like most magic it seemed to be triggered by emotions. Which is fine, okay, great even! But it was also some how triggered by just running at your sibling who can also use to give them a hug while you have a mystic fritz? A lot less fine, okay, great. Then said mystic fritz flings you across New York in an alleyway all alone with a head wound and completely drained of mystic energy?

Really not fine, okay, great.

Oh not to mention the alley way was dark. Mikey was use to the streets being lined with lights and people. But as Mikey layed on the ground all he could think about was how dreary everything looked. Granted he could only really lay on his back and look up but everything just felt off. There where no vibrant lights nor people chatter. It was dead silent except the occasional car passing by. 

How long has Mikey been here again?

Maybe he was in Jersey? That would explain the melancholy atmosphere. Also why his brothers where taking so long to find him, with Donnie trackers they should find him in no time!

Right?

They wouldn't just leave him out here! Like it really shouldn't take them this long? Maybe hes just being paranoid! They would be here any second! Unless something happened to them on there way here? That's a possibility. Like they were attacked and taking care of the the attacker! Yeah that's probably what happened. There was no reason to freak out just yet.

Unless they got hurt trying to find him making it his fault they got hurt.

As Mikey tries to not spiral. He can faintly hear foots steps on the roof near by. His brothers have finally come! Mikey slowly pushes himself up in to a sitting position ignoring the dull throb in the back of his head.

He sits up just in time to see three figures set down at the mouth of the alleyway.

The silhouettes didn't look anything like his brothers. For one, none of them where big enough to be Raph. They all seemed to be a similar height expect for on figure that was taller and lankyer than the rest.

"An energy spike came from right here." The tallest said holding some kind of device in their hand.

"Well I don't see any weird krang stuff so this whole mission was a bust. Can we go home now?" The shortest figure complained.

Krang?

Mikey could feel his breathing pick up for a second and the scars on his arm start to burn.

'Deep breaths Mikey' he told himself and quickly got his breathing under control so he could continue to listen in on the strangers.

"Not necessarily, this energy is different than the krangs I haven't seen anything like it!" The tallest amused as they continued to press the buttons on their device.

The medium height didn't say anything. Deep in thought tilting there head to look at the roof.

"Hey isn't this the area Mikey was suppose to be watching?" The medium finally said.

Mikey breathing hitched. Did they know someone else named Mikey? How common was that name exactly?

"Yeah so?" The short one commented.

"So? Don't you think we should have seen him on our way over?" The medium responded.

"Leo relax Mikey probably just got distracted by something I'm sure hes just fine." The tall figure said as they continued to push away at there device.

The medium figure didn't look convinced turning his head to look deeper in to the alleyway. Mikey as quietly as he could tried to pull himself backwards to make sure the figure could not see him. Something about the way the medium figure scanned around made Mikey feel nervous.

Unfortunately for Mikey just as he was making his way slowly backwards he bumped in to an unseen trash can.

Shit.

Immediately the two other figures snapped there heads towards where Mikey resided.

Fucking shit.

Slowly the medium figure made there way to the back of the alleyway swords, that Mikey had not previously noticed, drawn. Mikey held his breath. Their head, already injured, pounding from banging in to the trash can. He couldn't think of a way out. He closed his eyes hoping that the white eyed figure would take mercy on him.

"Mikey?" The figure in front of him said. The sound of of his swords being sheathed could be heard. As two sets of foot steps came down the alleyway.

What?

"What the hell are you doing just sitting in an alleyway and eavesdropping come on move your shell and let's go home." The short figure said.

Mikey, still with his eyes closed, shook his head.

"No." Mikey replied. Dad taught them to never go anywhere with strangers and Mikey was gonna follow that rule so help him.

"What do you mean no?" The short one questioned.

"I don't know who you are." Mikey replied holding back the urge to cry.

"Mikey we're your brothers of course you know who we are!" The tall one said his voice rising in pitch at the end of his phrase.

Mikey finally got the courage to open his eyes he was met with three turtle yokai. The tallest wore a purple bandana and was still holding the device he saw earlier. The medium one wore a blue bandanna and stared at Mikey with matching blue eyes. The shortest had a red bandanna with their arms crossed over their chest in clear frustration.

They all looked like cheap knockoffs of his own brothers. Wannabes. It hit Mikey that this could very easily be a way for one of there villains trying to manipulate Mikey in to coming with them! Fear started to build inside Mikey at the revelation as he looked directly at the imposters.

"You are not my brothers." Mikey attempted to shout out but ended up sounding closer to a whimper.

"What the hell do you mean where not your brothers! Mikey what kinda bullshit is that!" Imposter Raph growled out aggressively, their seemed to be an extra layer of hurt under the words.

"Mikey I can assure you we are your brothers." Knock off Leo said taking a step forward towards Mikey. Assuming a similar tone someone might take when trying to tame a wild animal.

Mikey pulled himself further back into the garbage cans even as the pain in his head started to increase.

Imposter Donnie put a hand on Leo shoulder and pointed to right near Mikey shoulder.

Impsoter Leo eyes widened as he turned back to Donnie. Imposter Raph seemed to also notice what ever was happening on Mikey shoulder that everyone but Mikey seemed to know about.

"Shit." Imposter Raph said voice noticeably calmer.

"Shit is right." Imposter Donnie said. "He could be suffering some sort of brain damage or amnesia."

"What's the best thing to do Donnie?" Imposter Leo asked.

Imposter Donnie thought for a second before replying.

"We need to get him to the lair as quick as possible with as little struggle as possible. He clearly doesn't recognize us so we have to get him to come with us peacefully." Donnie stated.

"And what happens if he doesn't come with us peacefully?" Imposter Raph asked.

"Well I have a sedative it would put someone to sleep like that." He snaps his fingers to demonstrate his point. "But it would be better to keep him awake until we know the extent of his injuries." Imposter Donnie finished.

Like hell if Mikey was gonna let himself be drugged by some fakes of his family! He quickly pulled himself on to his feet causing him to wobble before he regained him balance. His head felt wishy washy but he could still walk.

The other turtles seem to notice his attempts of an escape cause they immediately started to crowd him, urging him to sit and think for a second. He didn't listen he kept trudging along and ignoring them as the pain in his head became worse. Until he had almost reached the exit of the alley.

When he felt arms lock around his own and drag him backwards. He wasn't about to go down without some kind of fight.

Mikey screamed and kicked wildly at the figure behind him scratching at whatever skin he could get his hands on. He felt another person try to restrain his legs. He reached for the face of the person in front of him in a attempt to scratch them. But his struggle was useless as he felt his legs be held down and than the upper part of his body be pushed with it.

He felt his head smash back down on to the pavement that made him cry in agony, tears rolled down his face. He could hear someone say something along the lines of 'be careful with his head', followed by a 'hold him steady'. As his struggle contuined he could feel something sharp prick his neck. He cried out for his real brothers to come and help him and fix all of this before losing consciousness.

[bekkachaos]

Fic Tag Game ✨

Tagged by the beautiful Rae @imsupposedtobewritting 💕

Rules - Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems!”

My most popular are probably the Dangerous Liaisons Sterek fics (of which there are 2 completed and one in progress I promise I'm trying to finish)

They were most popular on Wattpad where they have a collective 6 million+ reads.

The premise is that Stiles is a "trigger" for Derek, setting off all the desire, anger, emotion that lives deep down inside, they're almost impossible to ignore but if you give in, you can build a trigger bond into a relationship stronger than anything.

It's love, smut, action and a mix of teen wolf characters with a couple of my own creation in there too!

I noticed reading them back that the relationship starts out not so healthy (bound to happen when you start writing at 17 and toxic relationships seem romantic from the media 😅). But I want to build on it to give them a mature relationship by the end of book three, if everyone survives and they make it through!

You can read it on AO3 or find me on Wattpad as BekkaChaos.

2 Hidden Gems? Hmm..

I want to say my Malex and Gallavich crossover, that was so much fun to write.

Basically, Ian and Mickey are on a roadtrip and they visit Alex and Michael in Roswell (because Ian and Alex met doing some army training). An odd match up, but they find some common ground eventually.

Daddy Issues is on AO3 if you want to give it a go!

Also maybe Bring me a Doctor for Malex, in which Alex is a handsome doctor and Michael just seems to find ways to visit the ER to see him.

This could have been finished like 2 chapters ago and reads like a fully finished fic, but I haven't completed it because I've got more parts I want to write and I want to leave it open if I ever do.

Tagging these lovelies if they wanna show off some wonderful works of theirs 💕

@angrycowboy @pastelwitchling @loveyourownsmiilee @the-likesofus @spotsandsocks @gayhoediaz

[rp-repliforce]

How would your main muses react to discovering Cybertronians? Is their opinion at all affected by the historical records of Stardroids?

That's a good question!

Well, to be honest, I can't decide if historical records of the classic timeline were destroyed or not, so it's hard to say how that would affect my muses' perception of cybertronians. I just... kinda sweep it under the rug and leave it ambiguous. 😅

The funny thing is that me and my sister once did a Mega Man X + Transformers Prime crossover RP years ago, but... I don't really recall how my muses reacted to the existence of cybertronians in the beginning. What I DO remember though is the time her Decepticon OC got in a fight with Colonel and threw and entire cactus at him. The same OC also got into a massive fight with General and nearly killed him. But to be fair, that older version of General is actually weaker than he is now. Repliforce and the Maverick Hunters allied with Optimus Prime's team pretty quickly though.

Anyways, I'll write for each character separately, and kinda assume that my muses are encountering the Autobots first.

General

I think he would be intrigued by the existence of cybertronians, and upon meeting the Autobots, would quickly take their side. He would strongly agree with their goal to protect living things and their freedoms.I think he would get along really well with Optimus, since the two seem to have a lot in common. However, Optimus is WAY older than he is, so General could certainly learn a thing or two from his experience. I can see him also adopting his quote: “Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.“

Although General wouldn't intend to permanently join the Autobots in their war with the Decepticons, he'd still lend them his aid if they ever needed it. He might even let them stay in an empty Repliforce airship hangar.

This also might sound kind of funny, but I think that Cybertronian women would appeal to General. They're at a decent size (in comparison to himself), have lived long enough to be pretty mature, have likely served in the military, and of course - a lot of them are beautiful too. He may just find his soulmate among them. 😊 But the question is: will she stay on Earth with him?

Colonel

I think that he would be most likely to discover the Cybertronians first, due to him being out on the field more often.

He would cooly stand his ground in the midst of these unknown giant robots, his saber drawn, but held low. He's not interested in a fight, but he’s prepared to defend himself if he has to. If they’re willing to talk, he’d try to ask them who they are, where they come from, and why they’re here. Depending on the verse (and therefore their general appearance), they might actually have to convince Colonel that they’re not from Earth. I don’t think he’d quite believe them at first.

Iris

She would probably only be meeting the Autobots once General has invited them to his headquarters (the hallways and rooms are plenty big enough to accommodate them). Since both Colonel & General would trust them by now, Iris would be pretty friendly towards their guests. She’d offer to help in any way she can, and might even show them around some of the other areas of the base later. She wouldn’t be very intimidated by their size, since she’s already used to hanging around General.

Commander Signas (who I now consider a main muse)

Upon first seeing the cybertronians, Signas would be most intrigued by how human-like they are, despite being aliens. He'd have a million questions, but one of his first ones would be: "Who created you?"

He'd very carefully try to work out the Cybertronians' true intentions as well, because he's well aware that there’s no guarantee any visiting aliens will be friendly. Still, in his negotiations, he'd find it fascinating how he can reason with a cybertronian EXACTLY like he can with any other human or reploid.

If he ever had to strategize against the Decepticons, he'd be able to use similar tactics to try and outsmart them like he would with the mavericks. He’d have to account for some very different ‘units,‘ of course. I also think that an enemy like Starscream would be a good strategic rival to Signas, but he might make the grave mistake of underestimating this “primitive Earth-robot” in the beginning though. Wouldn’t it be hilarious if Signas could take advantage of Starscream’s pride to lure him into a trap and CAPTURE HIM? 🤣

He also might not visit the Autobots in-person until Optimus Prime has earned his full trust, but that probably wouldn’t take long. I think the Hunters would ally with the Autobots as well.

[romioneficfest]

2021 Final Masterlist

Greetings fans, readers, voters, and everyone else. The time has come - to close the curtain on the 2021 Romione FicFest. 39 stories were submitted and published by an amazing list of authors.

I wish to thank each and every one of them for their hard work, their courage to hit send, and the fact that they had to keep quiet while awaiting positive feedback for their works. (And if you've held off giving rave reviews on their works, please please please do so now for their benefit. I beseech thee!)

I applaud every single one of you, yes I do.

Every single story submitted has been enjoyed, appreciated, and cherished. The more, the merrier, when it comes to more fic, and more writing.

So, without any further ado,

2021 Masterlist:

Bottom of the Bottle Author: @ballerinaroy Summary:  He’s been searching for the answer in Firewhiskey but it’s never been there.

And I’m in love with every colour of you Author: @ballerinaroy Summary: He fills her rainbow. Every colour is made better because of him.

Before and After Author: @ballerinaroy Summary: It’s hard to remember before.

The Curious Case of the light switch Author: @aprofessionalprotagonist Summary: Why can’t Ron ever turn off a light switch?

Theirs and Ours Author: @voldemorts-tap-shoes Summary: Who knew babysitting 4 kids would make Hermione doubt herself and the future of the Weasley-Granger household?

Thirty Years Author: @ballerinaroy Summary: She’d laid it all out, beginning to end. A whole life, theirs.

Ever so Smart and Clever Author: @arianatwycross-fics Summary: Hermione is visiting Grimmauld Place in her Christmas holidays and Ron has just gotten his results back from an exam at Auror Training.

Dreams Author: @voldemorts-tap-shoes Summary: the line between dreams and reality can sometimes blur in brilliant ways.

Little Unicorn Day Center Author: @voldemorts-tap-shoes Summary:  Hermione Granger runs the Little Unicorn Day Center and meets one of the Dads and is smitten. Is it so wrong to appreciate a charge’s dad?

Mine Author: @accio-broom Summary:  A newborn Hugo refuses to sleep. Can Rose be the answer to the young parents finally getting some sleep?

I Need You Author: @adenei Summary:  A Romione Ficlet inspired by the TV Show New Girl Season 2: Episode 15 “Cooler”

I Knew it would be You Author: @adenei Summary:  Seventh Year AU when Ron and Hermione receive their final Hogwarts letters.

Just a Snog Author: @adenei Summary: 6th Year AU - Ron confronts Hermione immediately following his row with Ginny.

Nice to Meet You Author: @cheesyficwriter Summary: “The moment I first saw her, I knew I was in trouble.” A muggle university AU one-shot featuring Ron/Hermione.

Right Here, Right Now Author: @cheesyficwriter Summary: Ron and Hermione share a tender moment under the stars during the summer following the Battle.

Double Hazelnut Almond Milk Macchiato Author: @be11atrixthestrange Summary: Muggle AU. Hermione Granger is new in town, and she has a pretty complicated coffee order.

Early Morning Light Author: @rafa-rafaelx Summary: Ron and Hermione in the early hours of the morning at Shell Cottage

Warm Author: @honouraryweasley12 Summary: Hermione decides to reconcile with Ron after the poisoning, and learns something interesting.

Pen-Y-Fan Author: @accio-broom Summary: Hermione wakes Ron up crazily early to climb the side of a mountain. Whilst he grumbles at first, he soon discovers that the view is worth it.

Valeria Author: @acnelli Summary: Sometimes someone steps into your life when you least expect it. Ron and Hermione had made a lot of life-changing decisions together, and this is the beginning of another.

The Promise Author: @maggotsstuff Summary: Ron goes missing and Hermione reacts

The Right Decision Author: @adenei Summary: Hermione questions her decision to return to Hogwarts for her seventh year.

Why am I so ugly? Author: @lobster-lost Summary: This takes place in the 6th year when Harry drinks the Felix Felicis potion and “make” Lavender broke up with Ron. He goes out for hours in his missing to pursuit Slughorn. Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione got some time alone.

Sleepy (M Rated) Author: @lobster-lost Summary: This takes place 2 years after the war. Ron and Hermione are together, but as there are not married yet, Mrs. Weasley still prefers them to sleep in separate rooms. The whole family was at the Burrow for Christmas.

Saying the Words Author: @honouraryweasley12 Summary: Ron works up the courage to tell Hermione something important. Then he has to do it again.

Scared of losing You Author: @adenei Summary: Hermione wakes up for the first time not knowing where she is. Fortunately, someone is there by her side.

A Practical Stranger Author: @cheesyficwriter Summary: Hermione receives assistance from someone who may not be as much of a stranger to her as she initially thinks.

 A Little Motivation (M Rated) Author: @lobster-lost Summary: Ron and Hermione share a very intimate moment after a long day of work.

Will they or won’t they Author: @adenei Summary: The last few days have been stressful, what with the recent attack on Mr Weasley. So, Sirius does the last thing he can think of to help the teens relax now that they know Mr Weasley is going to be okay.

Until the very end Author: @cheesyficwriter summary: Hermione and Ron find solace with each other in the days following Malfoy Manor.

The Beholder Author: @acnelli Summary: Hermione is not happy with the way she looks in her new lingerie.

Sod It Author: @adenei Summary: Parks and Rec Crossover from the episode “Smallest Park”. Hermione and Ron are Leslie and Ben. Most of the dialogue is taken from the scene in the episode.

Tutor Girl Author: @accio-broom summary: Inspired by One Tree Hill Season 1 Episode 3 - Are You True?

Defender Author: @honouraryweasley12 Summary: During rounds, Hermione sees something that gives hope.

The Second Gift Author: @adenei Summary: Hermione ponders Ron’s intentions after receiving perfume as her Christmas gift. She makes a hasty decision to attempt to give him something that’s more meaningful than a ridiculous homework planner.

Family Ties Author: @adenei Summary: Hermione learns about the family ties between the Blacks and the Weasleys.

Flutter Author: @adenei summary: Ron can’t sleep because Hermione can’t sleep because Rose can’t sleep.

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[writingtoforgetreality]

Speak Of The Devil (Malcolm Bright x Winchester!Reader) | Prodigal Son/Supernatural Crossover

[Prodigal Son-Masterlist], [Supernatural-Masterlist]

Summary: What started as a normal case for the NYPD ended in you needing help from your family. Malcolm had never met your brothers & they had no idea you were dating. Things were bound to get complicated, it was inevitable. Still, you had to focus on this case before another person got killed.

Words: 5,557

Warnings: spoilers for 2x02 (doesn’t follow the actual plot obviously), murder, demons, language, confused Malcolm, lil hint at Destiel (barely there, could be missed if you don’t pay attention - sorry, I couldn’t help myself), I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun while writing something

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

The NYPD was assigned to solve a “creepy ass case”, as JT so lovingly put it. As Malcolm & you got to the crime scene, you understood what your fellow coworker had warned you about. Ugh, you hated churches with your guts. Well, that was not entirely true. But whenever a murder happened on a holy ground, nothing good ever came out of it. That was what you experienced before you started working for the police. Before that…you also worked for the police somehow? Just, they were not aware of that & you might have done some criminal things. For the greater good, though! Your brothers & you had saved thousands of people. They still did. You just needed to get out of this life & see if there was more for you to achieve. And there was. Not only did you find a great family who was also your team, at the same time you found Malcolm, your boyfriend.

Back to the case. Walking into a crime scene had always been bizarre to you. It showed you how close you still were to murder, even though you promised your brothers to distance yourself from it entirely. Technically, you did. This was different, though. At least you told yourself so. Gil, JT, Dani & Edrisa were already inspecting the scene when you two walked in. Oh no. This could not be good. The image in front of you seemed familiar & if it were not inappropriate to roll your eyes at a dead person, you would do it. Gil briefly explained the situation to you. Apparently the victim had been a member of the church for 30 years. The Lieutenant & Malcolm interrogated Sister Agnes. She was the one who found the body. There was another thing bothering you, so you did not really pay attention to whatever she was saying. Your focus was solely on JT, who had been through way too much to stand here & act as if everything was fine. A slight touch on his shoulder made him turn his head in your direction.

“Hey, you okay?” of course you were concerned about him. He was family, after all.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” he brushed you off as if he did not know what point you were trying to get across.

“Really? Because usually when Malcolm says he’s fine…well, he’s everything but.” a chuckle lightened the mood a little. You had to keep a closer eye on JT for the time being. Just in case.

“Our victim here performed an exorcism.” Malcolm’s statement let your eyes snap back to where he was standing. Edrisa smiled excitedly at him. This woman…She was the sweetest soul. Could be annoying, too. But in a sweet & loving way. Maybe she should turn down her excitement for murder. Who were you kidding? Your boyfriend was probably worse when it came to that. Wanting to have a closer look at the book Malcolm was referring to, you put your gloves on & carefully walked over to him. Trying not to mess up any possible clues left behind by the killer.

“Can I have a look?” you gestured to the small book & Malcolm handed it over to you. Shit. If you remembered correctly, there was a similar one back at the bunker. A look inside the pages confirmed your assumption. No need to freak out right away. There were tons of crazy people out there. Just because of this murder in this church & this book did not mean that there was anything supernatural involved. You just hoped it would stay that way. For everyone’s sake.

Your face fell when Edrisa said that there was a note left behind, written in blood. To the others, it looked like a sign without meaning. It looked familiar to you but you could not quite pinpoint where you remembered it from. Sister Agnes’ words made you stop in your tracks.

“Abaddon.” she breathed out. Sure, why the hell not? Okay, maybe this case was something for your brothers. But wait a damn minute…last time you checked, Abaddon was stabbed with the First Blade. She could not possibly be back, could she?

“Now we know our killer’s name.” Malcolm’s words gained the attention of the entire team. There was no way he had everything figured out already. You knew he was a great profiler but even that would have been too fast for him.

“Oh? Who is it?” Gil asked intrigued.

“You know.” Malcolm paused for a few moments. Probably for dramatic effect but what did you know? “The devil.” you could not help but laugh at his words. Great, now everyone was looking at you weirdly. Oh, he made a joke. Of course he did. Sometimes you forgot that you were not an active part of the hunting life anymore. A few coughs from you stopped the awkward tension in the room. At least a bit.

In no way did you want to defend Lucifer. He had made your life literal hell one too many times. But even he would not go as far & do something as cruel as this. Again, last time you checked, he was dead. But death did not agree with Lucifer. How many times had he died? You probably should not be the one to judge. You were not better by any means.

Excusing yourself to get some fresh air, you grabbed your phone out of your pocket. Hopefully he would pick up. It had been a while since you last talked. The phone rang & rang & slowly you lost hope. Maybe he really was mad at you for being radio silent for so long.

“(Y/N)?” his voice startled you slightly.

“Sam! Uh, hi.” suddenly you turned shy.

“It’s so good to hear from you! How are you?” he was happy that you decided to call after so long.

“I’m good, thanks. Actually, I need to ask you for a favor…” you started.

“What is it? Everything alright?” Sam was growing concerned. Back then, you hated relying on another person, too stubborn to ask for help, because you wanted to do everything on your own.

“There’s a case here in New York…I believe it’s your kind. And I genuinely don’t think I can deal with this on my own.”

“But you’re safe, right?”

“I am, as safe as one can be.” you chuckled. Working for the police & all that. Not that you would tell Sam on the phone. If they were to come by, he would find out sooner or later. “I’ll send you the details, alright? Be here as fast as you can.”

“Okay, no problem. Take care, okay?”

“You too. See you soon.” wow, you were about to see your brothers again. Hopefully everything would be fine & nobody would rip your head off.

“See you, (Y/N).” Sam ended the call & you let out a breath you did not know you were holding.

The phone call should stay a secret for the time being. People breaking out in panic was everything but convenient. Besides, you did not need your team looking at you like you were a lunatic. Malcolm explained possession trance disorder when you joined everyone again. How could one human being know so much about so many unimportant things? Like, this man was a human dictionary. Looking over at Gil, you had to grin by how hard he was trying to make sense of what Malcolm was saying. Gil noticed you staring at him & gave you a look. The one that made you not want to mess with him. Still, you laughed shortly, you could not keep it in any longer. Malcolm gave you a questioning look but you simply shrugged him off by a wave of your hand.

The last interrogation of the day was with the guy who was currently doing the painting job inside the church. Unfortunately, you did not get any more information. Everything he told you, you had already heard from the others. Basically, after interrogating everyone, you were certain that this was not a common case for the NYPD. And you were more than happy that your brothers were on their way to come over. How would you explain any of this to Malcolm? He knew you had two brothers but you had also told him that you were not necessarily talking, only when it came to emergencies. Great, Malcolm would freak out. Even more so than normal, probably.

“Why do we have to visit your father again?” you shot the question at Malcolm as you were walking over the psychiatric yard, looking for Martin. He rolled his eyes at you, exhausted by your constant questioning.

“I’ve explained it a thousand times, (Y/N).”

“Well, I don’t see how any of this is connected to him.” you argued. Whenever Malcolm had the great idea to visit his father, you tagged along. Simply because you knew it was always hard for him & you wanted to support him wherever you could. Right now, though, you were losing your patience. After all, you knew the cause of this case. But your brothers had yet to arrive so you should play along for now.

“Malcolm, my boy. (Y/N)! Always nice to see you.” Martin started, excited to see his son accompanied by you. The first time you visited Martin, he took an immediate liking to you. Probably because he could see that you were good for Malcolm & his son meant the world to him. Still, he was a narcissistic psychopath. Remembering clearly how he had told you that everyone had flaws during your first meeting. Ah, good times.

“I wish I could say the same, Dr. Whitly.” a sarcastic smile plastered on your face. From then on, you let Malcolm do the talking, not really paying attention to what he was saying. Your thoughts were with your brothers, hoping they would get their asses here quickly before you had to endure more of this bullshit. It was frustrating when you knew how to solve this case but there was nobody you could talk to, not about this. Malcolm desperately tried searching for a non-supernatural explanation. Of course he did. And you just stood by, not being helpful at all. Malcolm did notice your quietness but did not comment on it. Not when you were with his father. He would ask you later today, when you were back at home.

Sam sent you a message earlier today, asking for your address to meet up. This meant that they would not take much longer. The knock on the door was confirmation enough. Malcolm walked over, ready to open it & you did not have enough time to warn him. Oh, this was bound to be fun.

“Uh…Hello?” Malcolm, everyone. Great first impression.

“You’re not (Y/N).” you could make out Dean’s voice. Walking up to where Malcolm was standing in the doorway, you looked over his shoulder & smiled at your brothers. They really were here, it had been too long. Softly pushing Malcolm out of the way, you pulled both of them in a long overdue hug. It was only then when you realized how much you had missed them. Malcolm observed the interaction from afar, confusion obviously shown on his face. Right now, you could only focus on the men in front of you, though.

“It’s good to see you guys again.” smiling widely at them. Sam nodded at you & even Dean could not hide the small smile that was forming on his face.

“I’m sorry…Can I help you guys?” Malcolm spoke up, waiting for answers from either you or the strangers that now entered his apartment.

“No, but we’ll help you.” Dean walked over to Malcolm & patted his shoulder.

“Sam, Dean. This is Malcolm. Malcolm. These are my brothers.” you awkwardly introduced them to each other. Malcolm’s mouth hang open & he could not form a coherent sentence.

“Nice to meet you.” Sam held out his hand & it took Malcolm a second to shake it.

“Your brothers?” Malcolm whisper-yelled.

“Yeah?”

“And what are they doing here?” it was not his intention to sound rude, you knew that. Yet, he seemed rather frustrated because you clearly knew they were coming over but decided against telling your boyfriend.

“Remember when I told you that they had a similar job to ours?” Malcolm nodded at you. “This case we’re working on…that’s one of their kind. We wouldn’t be able to solve it without their help.” you tried explaining.

“We have the best working team out there! Of course we could’ve solved it alone!” but you simply shook your head at him. He would understand sooner or later.

Sam & Dean sat down on the expensive couch, Dean putting his feet on the coffee table. Good thing Malcolm did not care too much about his furniture. Malcolm & you brought drinks from the kitchen & sat across from them. Dean only eyed Malcolm, though. The inevitable was about to happen, you just hoped Malcolm would deliver accordingly.

“Who the hell are you?” he was judging Malcolm & neither Sam’s elbow nudging him nor your dirty look changed the way he looked at him. What could you say? Dean was very protective of you, even after ages of not talking.

“Malcolm Bright, profiler for the NYPD.” that made the brothers’ eyebrows raise. Thank God he did not let slip that he was the son of a serial killer.

“You’re working for the police?” Sam eyed Malcolm, now being confused as to why you would get them involved with the police even though you were aware of what they had been through.

“Well, yeah. I mean, (Y/N) & I met there.” Malcolm reasoned. Great, the cat was out of the bag now.

“Seriously (Y/N)?” Dean looked…disappointed?

“Okay, wait a minute. Let me explain!” Sam & Dean nodded at you to continue. “When I left you guys, I really tried to leave this life behind. I did. But I still wanted to help people. So…one thing came to another & then I was part of the NYPD &-“ you were interrupted by Dean, of course.

“And slept around with this guy?” Dean looked Malcolm over & you rolled your eyes at him. Malcolm looked offended but stayed silent.

“This guy is my boyfriend. And his name is Malcolm.” you defended him. “And I asked you to help me with this case, not with my dating life.” looking at Dean sternly, he nodded at you & apologized. He could get caught up in the heat of the moment but you had more important things to focus on.

Throughout your talk, Malcolm sent you questioning looks every now & then. You brushed him off, telling him you would explain it later. Sam & Dean got the message & tried keeping the talk casual. Clearly, your boyfriend did not know about the supernatural & it would be better if it stayed that way.

“Okay, so tomorrow, we’ll talk to Norman & see what we can find out.” Malcolm concluded after some long confusing hours.

“Sammy & I need some sleep after that long ass drive anyway. We’ll be meeting at his house first thing in the morning. Don’t be late.” when he said that, he stared at Malcolm. Rolling your eyes at his childish antics, you slapped him lightly on the chest.

“Do you wanna stay here for the night?” you asked when they were walking to the front door.

“Um, no. We’re checked in at the motel a few blocks down. Besides…” Dean gestured wildly with his hands. “This entire apartment looks too luxurious for us. How did you get so much money anyway?” Dean asked, again motioning at the expensive looking apartment.

“It’s actually Malcolm’s…I moved in not too long ago.” explaining to both of them. Sam nodded, looking satisfied with your current living situation. Dean, of course, had another thing to comment on.

“Oh wow, (Y/N)…Good catch.” winking at you, you shoved him out of the apartment, shaking your head.

“Good night!” you said before closing the door behind them, letting out a long sigh.

“Your brothers are…nice.” Malcolm started. You winced at his choice of words. In your head, it all worked out way better.

“I’m sorry, Mal…They can be quite protective.”

“No, it’s fine, I get it. They’re, uh, very into this religious thing, huh?”

“Oh, you have noooo idea.” you chuckled.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were coming by?”

“I don’t know…I guess I didn’t want you to think that you’re not good enough for this case.”

“But?”

“But I need you to trust me when I tell you that Sam & Dean are the ones who should handle this one.”

“I trust you, you know that, (Y/N). But you have to give me permission to say “I told you so.” when we solve this case without their help.” Malcolm held out his hand for you to shake.

“Deal.” you smiled at him. Your brothers & boyfriend might not become best friends but you did not expect them to. All you wanted was to get rid of whatever killed that priest. And you knew that the supernatural feared Sam & Dean. This would be over soon.

“You sure these are the same guys who were at our apartment yesterday?” Malcolm whispered to you when you were approaching two men in suits. Not their usual flannel attire, they were working a job after all.

“Just play along, alright?” Malcolm nodded at you. He promised to trust you on this & you seemed like you knew what you were doing.

“Detectives.” Dean greeted you.

“Shut up.” you threw back almost immediately. Sam & Dean laughed at your comment.

“I missed you, lil sis.” Dean said with a genuine tone, one that made you smile wildly.

“Alright, let’s do this.” Sam knocked on the door, waiting for it to open. They introduced themselves as FBI & showed the woman in the doorway their badges. Shooting Malcolm a look as if to say “Don’t ask.” & he just acted as if he had not seen this. The woman led you upstairs to a room. She warned you to not cross the salt lines. All of you nodded. Well, all but Malcolm. The poor man could not understand a thing. Sometimes you wished you were this innocent when it came to cases like this. If it were not for Malcolm, this would have felt like the good old days when you spent your time solving case after case with your brothers. Yeah, it had been dangerous & exhausting but you still liked being a hunter. Also, the three of you were one hell of a team.

The door opened & you were met with countless geometrical lines made out of salt. Because a simple circle would not do the job or what? Fucking show-off. Careful not to mess with the salt, the four of you stepped inside the dark room. Norman’s back was facing you. While Sam & Dean simply took in the room to check for any indicators of anything supernatural, Malcolm started interrogating Norman. You signaled the boys to let him do his job.

“The salt keeps him out.” suddenly, Norman’s voice was way deeper than when he first started talking. Weird guy. Still, you did not think it was him.

“Who?” Malcolm asked in a calm voice. He was good at this. Even though he almost always got himself killed.

“The demon.” Norman said. What the hell was wrong with him? Malcolm turned around to you & found the three of you rolling your eyes. Really desperate if a person wanted to be a demon.

“He’s clearly mentally ill.” Malcolm stated quietly.

“Oh, really?” you sarcastically shot back. Who would have thought? Malcolm started lifting one of his foot, meaning to cross the line.

“Mal, wait. Don’t.” you warned him but when did Malcolm ever listen? You were not sure how Norman even noticed Malcolm crossing the line, his back was still facing you after all, but all of a sudden things escalated. Apparently, Norman thought Malcolm was a demon. He was everything but, really. He just had some demons to fight but he was not one. Norman was grabbing a lamp, wanting to attack Malcolm with it but you got everything sorted before anything bad could happen. Norman was on his way in the hospital & you were just glad that everyone was fine.

When all of you were outside the house again, Sam & Dean looked annoyed.

“Dude, we wasted time with this madman.” Dean started. “That’s bullshit.”

“Dean, stop.” you cut him off before the situation got too intense. “He was the only suspect we had. We couldn’t have known he was mentally ill.”

“We should check out the church tonight.” Sam suggested.

“Why at night?” Malcolm asked curiously.

“Oh, look how precious he is.” Dean mocked. If he kept acting that way you might as well salt & burn his bones next. Turning to Malcolm, you tried reasoning with him.

“Because we can’t risk people watching us. Not when we’re doing this.” Malcolm understood but he also planned a lot of questions for when you were back home.

“Alright, we’ll meet there later. Dean & I will take care of everything we might need.” Sam said before walking off to Baby.

“I see you took great care of her.” nudging Dean, motioning at the beautiful ’67 Chevy Impala. Another thing you had missed dearly. Countless nights had been spent in the backseat, you associated this car with a lot of happy memories.

“Always.” Dean smiled at you. “Baby misses you, too, you know?”

“I’m sure she does. After all, I had the brains. Of course she misses my smartness.” Dean shook his head at you, rolling his eyes at the same time. Saying goodbye & turning around, Malcolm gave you a look.

“What?”

“Baby? Her? You sure you were talking about the car?” oh, that was bothering him. Now you understood.

“It’s a long story.” you laughed & gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking past him. He let out a short laugh & smiled at your actions.

“(Y/N)? I think we should talk.” Malcolm started shortly after you entered your shared apartment.

“Oh no…that’s never a good sign.”

“What’s going on here?” you could tell he was serious. Fuck, you hated lying to him. One of the reasons why you had barely mentioned your brothers was to avoid questions you did not want to answer. It was now or never. Telling Malcolm to sit down, you were about to start at the very beginning. There were still a few hours left before you had to be at the church, might as well use it appropriately. Hopefully, Malcolm did not decide to leave you after opening up to him.

“So…you’re telling me that monsters are real, your brothers hunt them down & you used to help them before you left.” you nodded when Malcolm tried processing what you had just told him. “And my girlfriend saved the world more than once.” he concluded.

“Pretty much, yeah.” he was silent for a few seconds. That would be the moment he would ask you to leave.

“My girlfriend is a badass.” Malcolm mumbled & started laughing then. You joined in.

“Really? That’s all you have to say?” you questioned, not really believing that he dealt with it so casually.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m freaking out.” he confessed. “You know, makes me think of all the cases we couldn’t solve. Maybe we weren’t successful because of…supernatural beings playing a part. But honestly, it’s just another thing that got added to my plate. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Mal…”

“No, really. I mean it. Besides, now I know that if I ever meet a monster, you’re here to fight it off. Or your brothers. If I were a monster, I’d be scared as shit of them.” Malcolm finished & you laughed, throwing your entire body back on the couch. That actually went quite well? At least something positive.

Churches were creepy in general. But churches at night? That was a whole other level of madness. You met Sam & Dean at the Impala, Dean’s face buried in the trunk, looking for suitable weapons. Malcolm had promised not to question your actions & you were thankful for it. Because you had other things to focus on. Dean handed out weapons which you gladly accepted.

“Mal? You gotta promise me to stay behind.” concerning eyes met his & he knew better than to argue with you. Malcolm gulped but nodded anyway.

“You ready to do this?” Sam asked.

“I am but I think (Y/N)’s a little rusty.” Dean commented.

“Just...let’s get this over with…” rolling your eyes at Dean, you hated to admit that he was most likely right. You had not been on a hunt in a very long time but you knew you could fight when push came to shove.

The four of you entered the church silently, weapons at ready. After walking around for a while, Dean lifted his hand to stop you all. Trying to get a better look at what made him freeze, you were shocked when you saw Jonah, the painter, pacing these holy grounds. Why did you not think of him? It was quite obvious, really. Maybe you were getting rusty.

“Well, he is a demon, no doubts, but he isn’t Abaddon.” Dean spoke, quietly enough as to not get caught. “So if you guys distract this son of a bitch, I can catch him off guard from behind & stab him.”

“No, wait. You can’t kill him, Dean.” you argued. There was still a possibility of a human being somewhere inside.

“What? Why?” Dean turned towards you & tilted his head in confusion. Sighing out, you tried to talk some sense into him.

“Let Sam do an exorcism. We don’t know if Jonah’s still in there.” Dean thought about this for a few seconds but nodded afterwards. Sam grabbed an old lore book with the exorcism inside. He remembered the words by heart but better safe than sorry, right? Your plan was to stay hidden, the church was dark enough to do that without getting caught.

The demon was confused when he heard the first words of the exorcism, already struggling to stay inside Jonah. Good, he was not a strong one. Malcolm stayed close with you. Sam & Dean each took one side of the church, just in case something went wrong. Sam continued with the latin words & the demon was unable to move anymore. He was trapped in one place. That was when all of you made yourself shown to him. Hopefully, Jonah was still alive in there. If not, you had a lot of explaining to do. You already had but another dead person would make everything even more complicated.

“I AM ABADDON!” the demon screamed & you noticed that he barely had enough strength to stay in Jonah’s body anymore. Malcolm stayed in the background, simply observing & letting you do your job.

“I’m sure you wanna be, pal.” Dean got closer to the demon but not too close for it to be dangerous. “But we got rid of her a long time ago.” and it was true. Abaddon’s death was years ago. Why this demon thought to be her? You were not sure. But you also did not care. You just wanted this to be over. Sam finished the ritual & black smoke came out of Jonah’s mouth. After that, he fell to the floor & all of you ran over to him. Malcolm checked for a pulse & nodded when he felt it. Letting out a breath, you were glad that you could save him. Grabbing your phone out of your pocket, you dialed 911 & called Gil right after.

In no time, cars were surrounding the church. Sam, Dean, Malcom & you were standing in a small circle outside. Gil approached you.

“What the hell happened? And who the hell are you guys?” the second question was directed at your brothers who coughed a little, not knowing how to answer. Time to sell a little fake story.

“Gil, these are Sam & Dean, my brothers.” Gil shook both men’s hands.

“Didn’t know you had brothers.” he noted.

“Long story…Anyway, they came to visit & stayed at our apartment. They kinda overheard Malcolm & I talking about the case. Sam, here, has the brains-“

“Hey!” Dean feigned hurt at your words.

“And he pieced everything together. We didn’t wanna waste time & before I even had the chance to call you, we had already caught him.” as soon as you finished, Malcolm joined in to help with your little white lie.

“Jonah was poisoned by the lead in the paint he was using. It can cause dissociative behavior that can be mistaken for possession.” thank God for Malcolm “Human Dictionary” Bright. Gil could not argue with this so he simply went back over to the rest of the team. Nice job.

“Thanks guys.” addressing Sam & Dean.

“So that’s it, huh?” Sam asked, sad that he knew he had to let you go again. Yet, he supported your decision.

“Hey, Malcolm?” Dean looked at him. “I wanna show you something, come on.” Malcolm followed Dean to the black car which left you alone with Sam.

“He’s gonna kill him, isn’t he?” Sam laughed at your words.

“Possibly.” then he turned serious again. “I miss you.” Sam confessed, his jaw clenching.

“I miss you, too, Sammy.” looking up at him, you continued. “And I’m sorry for disappearing off the radar. It’s just…when I left, this entire starting new thing took more time than I thought it would.”

“I get it & I’m not asking you to come back with us. I can see that you like it here. You’ve finally found your happiness & by the way Malcolm looks at you? He’s utterly in love with you, (Y/N). Take care of yourself, okay?”

“I will, I promise. You, too. Call me when you’re starting the next apocalypse.” you joked with him. He then pulled you into a big hug, one that you had missed so much. Sam always gave the best hugs.

“What is it?” Malcolm asked Dean, nervous as to why he wanted to talk to him alone.

“Look, man, (Y/N)’s my little sister & I’d do anything for her. So if you ever hurt her…know that I’ll beat the crap outta you.” Malcolm gulped but found enough courage to answer him.

“I love (Y/N). I’d never to do anything to hurt her. I get why you worry, I do. But she’s safe here. I promise.”

“Hey Dean, go easy on him.” their heads snapped in the direction your voice was coming from. By the smile on your face, he knew you were joking. Sam & you reached the car.

“I’ll miss you.” approaching Dean, you were more than satisfied when he opened his arms for you to pull you into a hug. He pressed a soft kiss on top of your head before releasing you again.

“Malcolm promised me to keep you safe.”

“Did he now?” turning around, eyeing your boyfriend with a smirk.

“Check in with us, okay?” Dean grew serious.

“I will, I promise. You guys take care of yourselves, okay?” both men nodded. “Tell Cas I said hi. How are you two doing anyway?” you stopped briefly to wink at him which made Sam chuckle quietly. “And bring him next time.”

“Alright, goodbye.” Dean said, laughing at you, Sam joining him.

“Bye, guys.” you waved at them when they got into the car.

Leaning into Malcolm’s side, you could feel his arm sneaking around your waist to keep your close. For a few moments, you stood there in silence, watching the Impala slowly disappear out of your view.

“Do I need to be jealous of this Cas guy?” Malcolm asked all of a sudden & you broke out into laughter. His confused face was hilarious.

“Trust me, Mal. If you meet him, you’ll know that there’s no need to be jealous.” tears were threatening to escape your eyes. The simple image of you & Cas together made you laugh out loud.

“I guess I need to trust you on that.”

“Hey, remember what you said when you thought we wouldn’t need help solving this case?” you asked him, changing the topic entirely. His face showed you that he did, in fact, not remember.

“I told you so.” you smirked at him, enjoying how his smile slowly faltered. Rolling his eyes at you, he wanted to say a witty remark. You knew what he was trying to do but before he had the chance, you silenced him with a long, soft kiss. That always managed to do the job. Pulling away after a few seconds, you lovingly stared into his eyes. This moment could have been overly romantic. If it were not for you putting salt into his wound.

“I told you so.” repeating your previous words, you walked away from him, sarcastically smiling as you did so. You were right about this & Malcolm prepared himself to hear the same words over & over from now on.

Published (04/15/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @thefictionalgemini, @prodigalsonlovingbisexual, @octopus5555, @claudiaparker30, @the-unknown-fan-girl, @popcornanon, @jasminetea-andpaisho, @anatanotegami, @blackandwhitejoker (thanks for your support <3)

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In Another Universe Part 4 (Marcus Moreno x Reader)

Summary: The reunion you've both been waiting forever for.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader (We Can Be Heroes/MCU Crossover)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is it! Thank you all for showing interest in this series and being so enthusiastic about it. @jupitersmooneuropa, this is for you! You're idea was so wonderful, I just couldn't resist making it into a mini-series and I hope I did you proud. Requests are currently CLOSED but will be open again soon. Check out my MASTERLIST for all other works!

Being a hero meant a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Some loved the fame, the recognition, the money that sometimes came with, while some just wanted to be helpful and loved for their work. But one quality heroes had in common was that they were able to calm their nerves in the most crucial moments.

For Marcus Moreno, that crucial moment was now, and he could barely contain his nerves.

Clint could feel the anxiety radiating off the man. Marcus tried to play it cool because he had everything that made him seem cool: the swords, the tactical gear, his stoic face, but it wasn't enough to mask emotions from a world-class spy. Though Clint was able to sense it, he wasn't sure what exactly to say. He had only heard about Marcus through you, he only knew what little you told him, and that was how he determined Marcus wasn't some alien but the man you've been waiting for.

It was an awkward silence. One filled with the quiet roaring of the engines and every now and again, the sound of alerts from the computers around them. Clint kept his eyes on the sky while Marcus took peaks at the landscape below. The world looked so much like his own... just not as technically advanced as his own. The clouds swallowed the sip and his eyes drifted forward again as he took in a deep breath and exhaled.

"Nervous?" Clint managed to crack Marcus a smile and glanced at the man sitting to his right. Marcus chuckled, nodding his head with a nonchalance.

"You could say that."

"There's no reason for you to be."

"There's always a chance for something to go wrong."

Clint shrugged and flipped some switches as the quinjet began to descend.

"Are we there already?"

"Almost. About 5 minutes out."

Another uneasy silence fell over them but Clint wasn't contributing to it. Marcus just wanted everything to be like it was before. You, Missy, and himself in a home that felt like home. He couldn't have asked for a better partner in life and work, and it was taken away from him just like your life was taken away from you, but he wasn't going to say his life was better without you because it wasn't. Marcus just feared that maybe this life here was better than the one you had built with him. No one's reassurance except your own could tell him otherwise.

"Can I ask you a question?" Marcus glanced at Clint before returning to look forward again, a little embarrassed to be talking about you with someone he didn't know. But he knew you loved Clint like a brother, just as Natasha had been a sister, so he understood there was a level of trust there. Clint mumbled a 'go ahead' but his attention wasn't entirely on Marcus.

"Is she happy here?"

'Loaded question, but alright Mr. other world.' Clint thought before answering with the only truthful answer that could be given. He has watched the progression of a quiet depression become one of reclusiveness and a bitter happiness. You weren't happy here, in this world, with him or any of the Avengers. Natasha was gone, Steve was gone, Wanda was MIA, Bucky and Sam were on their own adventures. No one was here except him and that wasn't nearly enough to support someone who lost everything and then some because of a greedy man with glowing stones. This wasn't your home anymore.

"Was. She was at one time. I don't think this is where her heart is anymore."

Clint gave him a flat smile but Marcus did not return it. The thought alone of you avoiding social contact because happiness was ripped away from you in every direction was heart-wrenching. He never wanted to bring you any pain and a part of him couldn't help but believe that if he tried harder, if he hadn't wasted time being upset with your arrival years ago, things may have been different.

"We're here."

The announcement sent shockwaves through him. A thunderbolt of pure, unexplainable fear and anticipation of seeing you again struck his core. This was it; this was his endgame and the farm that slowly made itself clear out the window was the destination.

"Let me go in and see them first, make sure they're home, and then I'll come back. Is that alright?"

Marcus could only nod and watch the man grab his bags and bow and leave the jet. Marcus unbuckled himself because there was no point in staying in the seat. The back was left open and while Clint had told him to stay, he couldn't help but walk down the ramp and stand just to the side of the jet. He ran his hand over the side of the matte gray finish, slightly impressed by the time it took to get there. It was faster than he thought even if it felt like an eternity.

The house was a nice weathered white. It had seen better days and as Clint approached the door, he noted all the fixes needed. The rusted door handle, the broken pot in the corner, an abundance of yard toys and broken bicycle parts laid around him. He managed to open the door with limited squeaking, but Laura heard it and so did Lila. The boys weren't home because if they were, they would have tackled him to the ground the moment they heard the ship land in the yard.

"Clint!? What are you doing here? I thought you weren't supposed to be back for two weeks." Laura said as soon as she came around the corner from the kitchen. Lila was right behind her with a smile and hug for him–which he gladly accepted.

"Emergency. Where is Y/n? I have something I think she'd want to see."

Laura furrowed her eyebrows and moved to the window. Outside, beside the jet, stood a man who could have been a new Avenger for all she knew. She turned back to Clint, moving away from the window so Lila could sneak a glance too.

"What is it? Who is that man out there?"

"That man is Marcus. That Marcus. He just appeared at the compound looking for her. They apparently have been trying to find a way to bring her back and whatever he did, it worked."

Laura let out an audible gasp, returning to the window and looking at the man. Slowly, just as Clint had hours before, she began to piece together the man before her eyes from the stories you had told her about.

"Oh my God! OH MY GOD!" She almost yelled so loudly the neighbors two blocks away could hear her. Clint shushed her but she couldn't keep the smile off her face. Laura ran to the staircase and yelled up it.

"Y/n! Get down here!"

"Oh my God, Clint! She had a great day today and wow-I just can't believe it."

You had heard Laura's loud enthusiasm from the room you had been staying in. You thought you'd leave her be until her voice trailed up the stairs again and she called out to you. It wasn't like you had any idea of what was going on. You heard the quinjet, figured Clint was back, and it was around dinner time so maybe it was time to eat? It was the first time in a long time that your thoughts hadn't been cluttered with death or sadness, but those feelings lingered. You exited the room, walked down the stairs and smiling at Clint when you saw his face.

"How's the girl?" Kate Bishop.

"She's a real hero." Clint replied and you nodded your head in reply. Doing so, you managed to turn toward the window from your place on the second to last step. Outside sat the quinjet that had taken so many of you and your friends on missions that could have well been your last. But it wasn't the vehicle that caught your undivided attention, but the body beside it. Standing tall in black.

Your eyes had to have been deceiving you.

"What is going on?" Your voice was barely a whisper, but Laura caught it, smiling and grabbing your hand. Your attention never left the window. The man was pacing slightly, a nervous tick you were sure you knew.

"Laura-"

"Go and see for yourself, Y/n." Her voice was quiet too but reassuring and warm, like a mothers should be. The man outside didn't know what was going on, but he left your sight because you descended the rest of the steps and ran out the door.

The door squeaked loudly this time and with a bang, fell shut. You barely made it to the steps before you stopped on the gravel. about 20 yards away, the man heard the door and turned.

Even if the entire world was watching the scene unfold on Clint's lawn, many could not recall who moved first. Laura would say Marcus because that's who she could see, but you were slightly convinced it was your own feet. Nevertheless, after the door had slammed and the two of you met again, the universe drew you together like magnets. You ran, he ran, and with the collision, you both wrapped your arms around each other and soon your feet were off the ground.

You could barely say a word with your blubbering tears, and he wasn't about to make his obvious either so instead of talking, he just pulled away enough to look you in the face. Your eyes the same, your nose the same, your lips still perfect to him. Your hands moved from around his neck to his face. You gently held his face in your hands as you tried to control yourself.

"You're really here?" It was a broken ask but he managed a smile and moved a piece of hair out of your face.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"I missed you s-so much." Marcus couldn't help but grin at the admission. It was everything and more than he wanted to hear.

"I love you. I love you so damn much." His hand rested on the back of your neck and he pulled you to him. His lips were just as you remembered.

Perfectly him and as if they were made for your own.

Reunions were sentimental and good. But they were followed with a series of questions that were often difficult to hear. Marcus had held you for a long time. You weren't sure how long and you weren't exactly complaining either, but there was a linger question: how did he get here and how in the world are you getting back?

You had been adamant in telling him 'yes' the moment Marcus asked you the question about returning to his world. That was the plan for you. There were no other options because life with Marcus and Missy was your life now and whoever was left that loved you like family had to accept that. Marcus had explained the machine built to travel through worlds over dinner with Clint because perhaps he could be the one to help. He had travelled through time before so what is traveling through universes, right?

But later that night, when the reunion had settled and everyone had gone to bed, Marcus sat on the edge of an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room with a woman he loves. Clint could help you, but he needed time. So, he left with the jet while you stayed with the family and Marcus. He went to go see Stephen Strange because he managed to pick up the phone late that night.

"Do you think they'll be able to get us back? I don't want to leave Missy there all alone." Marcus voiced his worry with a sad reflection. You sat up from your reclined position and waddled over to him, running your hands up his back and then around his shoulders before he gently took them and tugged them around him. He missed your touch so much.

"You've never seen Dr. Stephen Strange do his 'magic' so I think there's a chance."

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He turned his head just enough so he could look at your face. You may have been a spy, but your eyes never lied to him. He knew you better than any interrogator could ever wish to have known you.

"Yes, I want to be with you and Missy and all those heroes with weird names." You laughed for the first time in a long time and it was music to his ears. He smiled to where his eyes crinkled in the corners as your fingers played with the nape of his neck where his loose hair sat.

"I just want you to be happy, Y/n. Your happiness means everything to me."

"I am happy with you. I am happy in our home. This makes me happy."

That was enough for him. The next day you both waited... and waited... and waited for even one word from Clint, but nothing came. Sometime in the afternoon, the heavy engine of the quinjet could be heard in the yard so you dropped the puzzle pieces on the table beside Lila, grabbed Marcus' hand and ran out the door. Clint had a small smile on his face, but it was the sharply dressed Doctor that you focused your attention on.

"Doctor."

"Agent."

"I trust there is a way home if you're here. You wouldn't come all this way to bare bad news."

"Your skills on reading people alarm me, though I would expect nothing less from an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Stephen nodded and then extended his hand to Marcus who shook it in return. They introduced themselves to one another and Stephen put a gold bar on his fingers before extending his hand to the wide landscape of the farm.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a furrowed brow. This wasn't the way Marcus had come, they were supposed to fix the control pad he had on his arm.

"Do you really think the Sorcerer Supreme can't open portals to other universes? There are so many worlds you don't know, but you found the one you were meant to be in, so let me get you both home."

With a circular movement of his fingers, Stephen opened a yellow portal that slowly became an image of a world you had known before. A house, perfectly structured in the suburbs was on the other side. The grass perfectly mowed and the bushes trimmed, the mail box accidentally left open which you knew was Missy's fault. The curtains were open and the sun shone brightly into the home. Marcus grabbed you hand, squeezing it tightly as you took in the sight. Months had gone by where you dreamed of this moment, of that house and all its residents. Your dream was here now with the man holding your hand to support you.

"Y/n." Clint called out to you, breaking your stare. You turned around and he approached with his family in tow. He held out a small envelope which contained a note from them and a series of pictures that you would later cry over, but it was a final goodbye from your life here on this Earth.

You hugged them all with tears in your eyes but when Marcus re-took your hand, it felt like it meant something more than just running off into the sunset together. It felt normal and needed and necessary to move forward in your life.

"Are you ready?" Marcus asked you to which you could only reply with one word:

"Yes."

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Would love to hear more about Mystic Dream!

Thank you for the ask! This is WiP 1 and I can be somewhat less cryptic about it, yet still cryptic as you shall see.

Not so long ago in a galaxy very near by, while re-discovering fan fiction I also discovered Crossovers! Combining two (or more) favorite fandoms into one story. As fate would have it, the particular fic never got finished, and is probably abandoned at the end of six chapters. It still opened a door to a new way to enjoy fan fiction.

This fic is a crossover between Potter and NCIS, and though I enjoyed it, I also felt a bit bothered. When I started making my notes for Potter fanfiction (which includes a timeline in a spreadsheet) I figured out what bothered me. The writer of the fic simply brought their favorite characters together into this story, not paying any attention to when certain characters joined or if they would be within canon between the two fandoms. And I am something of a Canon stan.

The basic concept stayed with me, though, and I started imagining answers to certain questions in the NCIS universe coming from the Potter universe. I started making notes. Obviously this crossover needs to be a bit mysterious, and provide a reason for the two worlds to work together. I came up with the answer to that problem, the opening scene,  and the title while listening to a Loreena McKennitt song, The Mystic’s Dream.

Firming up the timeline for Mystic Dream I knew which NCIS characters would be in the story, and one of them stood out. Not Gibbs, surprisingly, though of course he plays a big part. Ellie Bishop and Ginny Weasley Potter share some common ground. Both are curious and want to find answers to puzzles and problems. Both are the youngest in their birth families, and the only daughters. And the year I set the story, they are both in their 30′s, though Bishop is younger than Ginny.

The story structure is based loosely on the telescript format, a Prologue, Four Acts (divided into Scenes), and an Epilogue. I’m 18K words into it, and not quite halfway into Act 2.

One of the things I like about the WiP Game is it can point out to me things I need to do about a WIP. As in, I need to write a synopsis for Mystic Dream. I will say, this story will provide a bit of closure for the cliffhanger ending of Honeymooners (and the hint is there as well). Since I don’t have a synopsis yet, I’m going to drop in a bit of the Prologue:

The wind snatched at the travelling cloak, making it flutter like wings around their legs. The snow stopped a few hours ago, but the wind brought a deeper chill. The warming charm on the cloak felt delightful here on the roof of a block of flats. The wide river beneath rippled in the breezes, the view an irritating panorama of adolescent arrogance.

Clouds of snow, whipped up by the gusts and illuminated by the lights around pillared buildings, swept across the expanse. The large building closest was meant to appear as a Greek temple, and the tall obelisk at the other end of the reflecting pond mimicked ancient Egyption ancestry. Perhaps most annoyingly, the large building beyond that, with its own columns and a huge, white dome stood as a parody of similar structures back home. All attempting to present an air of ancient glory.

What fools these Muggles be.

Through growing gaps in the clouds overhead, the positions of the constellations (the only true measure of passing time) reached the appropriate point. Time to go, and with a turn, the view changed, the crack of Apparition swallowed by the winds over the roof. Here, between the two blocks of flats, the wind shifted more, but continued to come from in front, even if it brought less impact. Still, the travellling cloak flared and flapped while sweeping smoothly past the automobiles, clothed in white uniforms like soldiers in ranks.

Quickly approaching the target ahead, the wind carried the soft noises of footsteps and garment flapping away and behind. Closer, closer, the target’s back still presented, open, vulnerable, until a mere three meter gap spanned between.

‘Avada Kedavra!’ The green bolt from the wand struck dead center. The target toppled forward to reveal another figure in a dark blue cloak and odd round white hat, eyes wide and mouth gaping open. The wand moved again, the green bolt lanced dead-center into the second figure’s chest. They fell back into the snow covering the ridiculously small front garden.

Two bodies flowed behind, and a large metal skip (reeking of four day old food and echoing the song of cats contesting ownership) passed to the right. A small leather-bound book appeared next to the skip. Since no live witnesses existed to speak, this needed leaving, to let him know the power he now faced. Curving out of sight behind the bin and turning again, this time the disapparition crack echoed between the two blocks of flats surrounding the scene.

Across that river, in a comfortably warm hotel suite bedroom, two people started awake, gasping for breath which didn't seem to come.

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BNHA: Kakashi dimension hops crossover (6)

Summary: Kakashi gets dumbed into the My Hero Academia universe through random plot devise.

Characters:  Kakashi Hatake

Fandoms: My Hero Academia and Naruto

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence/injury

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As predicted, the day following the seal’s application is miserable. His chest is tight with almost anxiety, pins and needles run up and down his arms making his skin itch, and he is increasingly lethargic. All symptoms of a chakra imbalance and to be expected when one’s normal chakra replacement rate was thrown out. The sensations would pass once his body adjusted as they had with his sharingan.

He is eating three square meals a day, doing the bare minimum when it came to exercise routines and avoiding excess chakra use. It had been literal years since he had had this much bed rest. If he were ever going to slap a chakra collecting seal on himself, this was a perfect time. Okay, so maybe he should have steadily increased the chakra drain over the course of a few weeks for a smoother adjustment period. Hindsight and all that.

What mattered was that he would be fine, and he just had to wait it out. Bright side? No one had commented on the seal yet. Oh, he has definitely noticed serval people throwing the odd confused frown at his shoulder, but that was as far as anyone had gone in acknowledging it. His oh so clever strategy of acting like nothing was wrong worked so much better when he wasn’t surrounded by other shinobi and medic-nin.

“Your blood pressure is still too high. Are you sure you haven’t been experiencing any additional fatigue or other symptoms? Is something about the hospital causing additional stress? If there is something wrong, we should work on strategies to fix the problem.”

Well… it worked on everyone who wasn’t Wada. The man was irritatingly persistent in his doctoring. Apparently, the pressure of adjusting to an increased chakra drain wasn’t doing his body any favours.

“Maybe it’s a part of my quirk. High regeneration. High blood pressure.” Kakashi shrugs loosely not bothering to look up from HEROES and HEROINES May Issue. Unlike his previous reading material, people gave him odd looks when they saw him reading these magazines which immediately upped their entertainment value 100-fold.

Wada undoes the compression sleeve he had been using to measure Kakashi’s blood pressure, lecturing as he goes, “From what I can tell your cells produce more energy-rich molecules, ATP, NADH, then is typical, increasing cellular functions. Where your cells are getting the energy to produce these molecules, I have no idea seeing as you eat about the same amount as any baseline human. What I can safely say is that it should not influence your blood pressure. If anything, your blood pressure should be a bit lower than average. Now don’t dodge the question.”

He pauses, waiting for Kakashi to cave and suddenly confess. Kakashi, an old hat at dodging medical questions, continues reading unperturbed.

“I’ve been at this for over 30 years. An attack like the one you suffered is understandably traumatic, not to mention the stress of severe amnesia. I’m sure, whatever is bothering you, I’ve heard it before.”

Kakashi very much doubts that. “I feel fine.”

Wada huffs, unconvinced, “Young men. You all think that admitting you have a problem is a sign of weakness. High blood pressure can damage your heart and lead to problems  later in life so finding the cause is important.” Good thing a shinobi life spans tended to max out around 30. The odds of him making it to an age where he’d have to worry about the long-term effects of anything were pretty low. He doesn’t voice this opinion, continuing to read.

Wada continues talking with greater gusto, “No matter, I’ll prescribe you something for stress hopefully that’ll help with your blood pressure. However, this is no replacement for healthy habits both physical and mental. You should consider professional therapy.”

Kakashi snorts. Yeah, that sounds about right.

“Oh, you think that’s funny do you,” Wada makes to grab HEROES and HEROIENS and he lets the doctor pull the magazine free from his hand. It gives him a good view of the man’s irate expression.

“No, of course not.” Kakashi attempts to placate and gets a light smack over the head with said magazine for his troubles.

“There is no shame in pursuing a healthy mind!”

“Weren’t we going to test my quirk today?” He complains to derail the current line of questioning.

“I have half a mind to put it off and have you rest another week,” is threatened before Wada’s stern expression relaxes, “Lucky for you, I’ve booked you into serval tests that can’t be rescheduled.”

Kakashi breaths out dramatically. He thinks Wada might have made a good medic-nin if he had lived in Konoha. Sure, he is a little too trusting, but he was also not above pestering his patients into taking better care of themselves. Sakura would approve.

The doctor, with the assistance of an attending nurse he hadn’t bothered to learn the name of, helps Kakashi out of his bed and into a wheelchair, ignoring his protests about his leg being all but healed.

“You’re to avoid putting weight on it until you start physical therapy,” Wada snaps at his continued complaints, “You’ll need to be careful, extended bed rest and surgery can leave your muscles weakened. Also, leave that magazine behind. You’re doing eye tests when do you think you’ll have time to read!”

Kakashi doesn’t push the matter further, resigning himself to being wheeled down the hospital halls like the invalid he was pretending to be. It is not like Wada knew about his frequent excursions to the roof or the fact that he has been running through strengthening exercises on his own time for several weeks now.  Best he keeps that information to himself.

Partway down the hall, he pulls out HEROES and HEROIENS from where he had slipped it into his shirt, enjoying Wada’s exasperated expression. Of course, he stops reading when the doctor threatens to start lecturing again. The man could definitely talk when given the chance.

Wada and the nurse take wheel him to a set of double-door elevators which take them down several floors below the ground level. The hallway they exit of a mirror of every other hospital hallway. Grey and white walls, pale blue lino floor and bright fluorescent overhead lights. The only difference is that this hallway is lined with heavy-looking metal doors. From snooping through patient files, he knows that all quirk tests are carried out in specially designated underground ‘safety rooms.’ That doesn't make him any more thrilled about being several stories underground. It cut down on his escape roots.

“These are some of the more secure recovery wards in the hospital,” Wada explains as their little group stops at a small reception desk where the doctor taps away at a computer screen, “they’re mostly for treating patients with unstable quirks.” Kakashi maintains a neutral expression, accepting the explanation.

Wada wheels him up to a steel door, swiping his ID card which also doubled as a key to many areas of the hospital. The heavy door is automated and slides open. A lot of the doors in the hospital operate this way and always made sneaking around slightly more troublesome.

Inside walls and floor are plain white and there is an odd number of tables and chairs pushed to one side out of the way. Everything stinks of disinfectant. On the far wall is a single solitary painting of a tree in a field, the only splash of colour in an otherwise depressingly sparse room. A poor attempt at living up the space. The opposite wall sports a rectangular, reflective surface which was probably some sort of observation booth. Well, if being underground hadn’t put him on edge, this obvious confinement room definitely did the job. Kakashi eyes the space. Worse comes to worst, he could use the kamui and remove the adjoining hallway wall then climb his way out through the elevator shaft. There are only two other people in the room with him and one woman at the reception desk, all were most likely unenhanced with quirks unsuited to combat, easily removed.  He doesn’t let his body language reflect his unease. He is just a little on edge because the new seal is messing with his body’s natural homeostasis. If this is a trap there would have been other signs of deception before now.

“Yes, I know it might seem like a whole lot of fuss just to run through a few flashcards,” Wada comments, oblivious to Kakashi’s poor mood. He waves to his assisting nurse who wheels over and lowers one of the metallic tables so Kakashi doesn’t have to move from his wheelchair. “But it’s a standard safety procedure when an unknown quirk is involved. Trust me, this is a lot easier than travelling to an external testing range.”

Wada stops to give Kakashi a once over, frowning, “How much do you know about your quirk sub-type?”

Kakashi shrugs, “Nothing much.”

“Ah,” The doctor’s frown grows, and he grimaces, “Of course you don’t.” A sigh.

“Typically, ocular quirks will act to enhanced sight in some way or improve base level memorisation and recall ability. It is also common to have a replicating function, allowing the user to produce some sort of copy of things they see. In rarer cases, ocular quirks result in precognitive abilities.” Wada explanation falters, “They can also have a line-of-sight emitter effect, such as laser vision, optical blasts, a few instances of mind control and other mental effects. These can also be incredibly dangerous if the user isn’t in control. There have even been instances where whole buildings have been levelled.”

“I see.”  He supposes Wada's irritation at this private 'quirk' testing made a bit more sense. A doctor faced with an unknown and possibly dangerous ability would be annoyed if said patient went about experimenting without taking safety precautions.

“I should have checked whether you knew the dangers instead of just assuming. Apologies. That is my own error.”

He peers at Kakashi, almost guilty now, “and you don’t have a phone either so there would have been no way for you to research quirks yourself.”

“Ah,” Kakashi rubs the back of his head not likening how torn up the other man seems to be seeing as Kakashi had ever been in any real danger. “Don’t worry about it,” he reassures.  

His reassurances land flat, the doctor still frowning, “I’ll see if I can get you access to the internet somehow.”

Privately, Kakashi adds 'research' to the list of functions ‘phones’ apparently provided and 'internet' to his growing list of terms to investigate.

Wada sighs again. “Regardless, let’s get these tests done first.” He places a thick folder labelled National Standard for Registration: Kit Type 3 alongside one of those portable keyboard-less computers the doctors tended to carry around.  “Hold on, been a while since I’ve done one of these. Need to find the rights files. Ah, here we go. First, these rooms are monitored, and all tests are recorded. The data collected is confidential, accessible only to the patient and physician unless doing so causes the patent harm. Information regarding quirk function and use is shared with the Registry Office. You have a right to stop testing at any point. You got that?”

Kakashi grunts, his already poor mood souring further. He is not sure he wants the hospital - or anyone - keeping records of anything sharingan related.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Wada continues unperturbed, a testament to his serval weeks of trying to doctor Kakashi, “remember to let me know if you’re experiencing any discomfort. Don’t want you busting anymore blood vessels.

Kakashi lets out a tired breath, “Sure.” The sooner they left this room the better.

“We’ll test memory and vision first to compare to your baseline, then we’ll run through the replication and precognitive tests just in case.”

The nurse, who had been on the opposite side of the room waves, “All ready over here.” There is now a large poster with letters of varying sizes hung on the wall. He recognises the chart from his previous eye tests.

“Okay, let’s start with just uncovering it. Make sure you’re looking away from me as a precaution.”

Kakashi resists rolling his non- sharingan eye at the obvious instruction, shifting his attention to the poster on the wall. He flips his padded eyepatch up with his index finger so it partially rests on his forehead. All the letters, no matter the size, immediately snap into sharp focus. Nothing spontaneously combusts under his gaze. When he glances at the painting of the tree, he can now see a lack of brush texture, suggesting that it wasn’t a painting but a print of some sort. With that useless information now forever etched into his memory, he turns back to examine at Wada.

The sharingan picks out all the wrinkles and pores lining the older face. It focuses in on minuscule muscle movements as the man’s expression shifts from professional and accommodating to curious. The doctor’s fingers twitch ever so slightly over his computer. Most likely an unconscious habit. The man’s breath is slightly uneven like his chest can’t smoothly expand, suggesting some sort of lung problem. A past smoking habit perhaps? Nothing threatening is revealed.

“Doctor.” Kakashi prompts when Wada spends a little too long staring back at him. The sharingun did have a weak hypnotic effect, encouraging extended eye contact to help catch targets in genjutsu. Kakashi rarely uncovered his eye in the presence of civilians so he doesn’t know if the effect is more pronounced or if Wada is just curious.

Wada blinks, “Well…I certainly see where the ‘wheel’ description comes from.” He spends a second more staring then turns to start writing notes and tapping away at his computer screen. “I wonder if those spinning tomoe are purely cosmetic or if they have some other function because they are certainly fascinating to look at. There is also faint bioluminescence to the eye which is a common feature of ocular quirks…”

Honestly, the blatant eye contact is weird. Even his closest allies tended to avoid looking at his sharingan out of habit - expect for Naruto who was an outlier in almost everything - for understandable reasons. He thinks the people here would also exercise caution if an ocular abilities included mind control or exploding a person through eye contact. But no, Wada just goes right ahead and stares. A few seconds later and the unnamed nurse is also looking curiously at his eye. … …

Aside from redoing a standard eye exam, Kakashi runs through a marathon of flashcards to test both his memory and then precognitive abilities. The tests are done with lights on then in the dark and Kakashi is given a perfect 20/20 and an enhancement score of ‘15 grades above average’ for both. There are also several pages worth of words and numbers in progressively complex arrangements to test his information retention. Of course, everything is easily remembered with the sharingun active.

“Well, it seems to give general across the board vision enhancement alongside perfect recall and retention,” Wada finally concludes as he records all Kakashi’s results, “Of course, we’ll have to re-test retention in a few days so see if the information degrades over an extended period and we don’t know whether your quirk effects your long distance eyesight, but, for now, this appears to be all. The link between your quirked eye and the regenerative side-effect is still unknown. Odd that we couldn’t trigger any ‘copy’ function considering the quirks name though  ‘copy’ could also be a reference to memorisation.  If any other features do reveal themselves make sure you alert a medical professional.”

… …

Kakashi despises the process of getting an MRI with a heated passion. He hates having to lie prone in a loud confined space. It is the height of discomfort, making him tense up and clench his jaw. It is only the fact that Kakashi had researched and mentally prepared himself for the experience that stops him from accidentally snapping someone’s neck.

“We’ll have the results back in a few days,” Wada informs once the trying ordeal is over with, “From there we’ll update the Registry so you’re properly in the system. Speaking of which, have you made any progress on remembering a surname? I need something for the forms.”

“Hatake,” he grunts, too irritated to bother evading - he just wants to return to his room and wait out the side effects of his seal in peace- the question like he had every other time the man asked, “I think I prefer Kakashi though.”

It wasn’t like the name meant anything here and, who knows, maybe someone would come looking for him. This way they would have a trail to follow.

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