#time travel fanfic idea

[merlinpotterandtherandom]

Harry and Draco are married and Draco is a Potions Master that works from home, Harry is an Unspeakable and just got home after finishing a project at work and being told he could go home early. Harry barely left the floo when he hears an explosion coming from Draco's lab, so he runs to check on his husband, finding his husband covered in an unknown potion, but otherwise fine. Harry just hugs Draco tightly, ignoring that Draco is covered in potion, 'cause he just needed to make sure Draco was okay. After Harry helps Draco remove the potion from Draco in a bath, they decide to just order something for dinner and then go to sleep.

When Harry wakes up, he finds himself being held by Ron and Hermione and staring at his husband's face...Well, his husband's 15 years old face. He notices Draco looking a bit panicked as well, so that's good that he's not alone here. They let out a "What the fuck?!" at the same time, making Hermione, Ron, Pansy and Blaise look at them both weirdly. Harry doesn't care if he will sound insane to his best friends, he just needs some answers from his husband, so he asks "What was the potion you were brewing? And why the fuck it seems to have yeeted us back in time?!" and Draco answers with "I don't know why it did this, but I swear I was just working on some improvement for the wolfsbane potion, because we just found out about Teddy..." Hermione, Ron, Pansy and Blaise are just confused now, who the fuck is Teddy? And yeeted back in time, what did Harry meant by that? Harry just pulled Draco close and hugged him, confusing their friends even more, 'cause Hermione and Ron just had to hold Harry back so Harry wouldn't go and attack Draco, and Pansy and Blaise just had to hold Draco when he stumbled back because of Potter's attack...And now they're fucking hugging?! What the fuck was going on?

[mysticsublimeperson]

AU IN WICH MERLIN GORS BACK IN TIME TO CAMELOT ON ACCIDENT AND HAS FORGOT ABOUT THE CORRECT STORY because he had heard so many thing over the years, so many versions and variations, and also he’s been living with his own head and imagination. So he tries really hard not to mess up the timeline and all that

BUT

And here is the important part

HE CANNOT SEEM TO FORGET THE LYRICS TO EVERY CHEESY POP LOVE SONG OF THE LAST CENTURY

He doesn’t mean to but while doing his chores suddenly he starts singing the lyrics to Britney Spears song…

He be polishing them swords like “shwaty is like a melody in my head that I can keep out, got me singing like..”

Cleaning Arthur’s windows like “..and though my love is rare, and though my love is true, I’m like a bird I’ll only fly away..”

Putting up camp with the knights like “I’m still standing better than I ever did, looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid..”

A bit drunk talking about the tavern with the knights like

..the club isn’t the best place to find a lover so the bar is where I go…

[justaz]

somehow some time magic goes wrong and young arthurs from different points in time are pulled into king arthur era. everyone kinda has this back and forth of who is going to watch the literal 8 month old. gwen and lancelot are pretty good at taking care of him, so is percival but he doesnt seem comfortable with it so no one forces him. elyan tried to hold him but baby!arthur started wailing after three seconds. leon is sorta good but he has like no idea how babies work or what they need so when baby!arthur found his sword and almost lobbed his own head off, leon was forbidden from taking care of the child. gaius is too old and busy researching how to reverse the issue. who the HELL would trust gwaine with a child? arthur has this Odd aversion to the child but no one pushes him on it. ofc merlin, magic incarnate, has this like aura or energy that draws all these innocent woodland creatures to him so obviously little arthur is also drawn to him. in fact, merlin seems to be the person he likes the most. and merlins a natural w kids apparently so hes often the one that baby!arthur is handed off to.

he complains about it at first but when baby!arthur breaks into a fit of giggles after merlin calls adult!arthur a clotpole, he has merlin wrapped around his little finger. merlin stops complaining but does let arthur know that the one thing he Will Not Do is change his diaper. arthur laughs and walks away. merlin talks to baby!arthur like they’ve been friends for years (bc they have). arthur points out that baby!arthur cant understand him and merlin retorts that its like how it normally is. merlin gets to perform magic in front of baby!arthur and he LOVES it

my point to this was merlin dotting on little versions of arthur is a way that no one ever really did for him growing up and adult!arthur seeing it and healing little pieces of his inner child as he watches merlin play games with baby!arthur and make sure he’s taken care of. it especially hits him when gaius finally finds a way to send baby!arthur back and while everyone seems torn between upset they have to say bye, they’re also relieved to get the baby back where hes supposed to be,, merlin is like choking back fat tears. everyone backs off to give them privacy and merlin just kisses baby!arthur’s forehead and whispers some encouraging and heartachingly sincere words that have adult!arthur choking back tears.

then BOOM the spell also backfires and while yes baby!arthur got back to where hes supposed to be, now theres toddler!arthur. he has this gravitational pull to gaius (can recognize him) and merlin (magic soulmates ofc he has an innate trust in the man). merlin is happy to have his little friend back and gaius goes back to the drawing board. now they have this little 2-3 year old toddling after them and blabbering something that sounds like english if you’re patient enough

(merlin makes another comment about how little arthur has changed over the years)

the cycle repeats, merlin and toddler!arthur get attached and adult!arthur watches and heals a bit more of his inner child. gaius finds another cure that falls through the same way and now they have child!arthur. he has a bit more of uther’s influence in him but hes still a child. he gets hurt and tries to fight back tears but merlin sees he’s in pain and tells him it’s okay to be hurt, to feel pain, to cry. child!arthur says in that stutter cry children do when they’re fighting back tears that his father says boys shouldn’t cry. merlin wipes a tear that slips down child!arthur’s face and whispers about how he cries and lets himself feel his sadness before picking himself back up and dusting himself off before getting back to it, that it doesn’t make him weak but stronger. adult!arthur hears this and this may not be the beginning of his deconstruction but it makes a tremendous amount of progress in him rewiring his brain away from his father’s toxic ways of thinking.

idk if they’d get a teen!arthur since gaius probably would’ve learned his lesson by then but if they did, we’d get to watch Merlin vs Arthur Showdown 2.0 as merlin humbles the young prince and i think that’d be funny. especially for gwaine since he didn’t get to see it happen the first time.

[jade-len]

i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

[crow-aeris]

Part 1 is here!

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Jason sneaks out in the dead of night with the pendant in his right hand, three fives in his hoodie pocket that he’d picked from Willis, and determination in his chest. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do this, but he’ll manage.

He walks to the nearest bus station, hyper-aware of all the people around him, some of which he recognizes as his future goons, and others as the people who've been pushed to the brink and resorted to working with the rougher rogues to survive and make ends meet. Jason wants to desperately help- to talk to them and warn them about their future- but it wouldn't do anything. As he was currently- a kid- he wouldn't be able to get anything done. No one would listen to him.

Jason sits down on the bus's perpetually sticky seats, trying not to grimace as he waited for the stop.

He mentally plans the route he'll be taking.

He could've gone for Dick first, but Jason doesn't think it would've worked. It's been a few days already, and if Dickface had retained his memory, then he would have already came knocking on Jason's door. Tim too, knowing that little genius stalker brain of his, nothing could've stopped him from accomplishing anything he set his mind to. Damian probably could too, but the brat’s barely concieved, and Jason doubts the league would let a literal infant out of their sight.

So, that’s why he was on his way to Timmy’s manor. Not only is Tim most definitely alone, he’s the easiest to reach.

As the bus halts at the stop closest to Bristol, Jason ignores the driver’s suspicious gaze and rushes off. He brushes his hand against his pocket knife (He’s not stupid, even in Bristol, Gotham was Gotham and the chance of death will never be less than 20%) and he begins walking.

He’s almost forgotten how- peaceful wasn’t quite the word- less terrible Gotham was earlier on in Bruce’s tenure as the Bat. Not only can he make out a few constellations, the sounds police sirens didn’t constantly fill the night… It moght’ve been after his death when everything started to go to shit.

Jason takes a deep breath, marveling at the cleanliness of the air. Sure, it wasn’t as clean as the country, but compare to Gotham when Damian became Robin, the atmosphere might as well be pure oxygen!

Halfway to the Drake Manor, Jason feels his legs grow sore and cramped. God, now more than ever he wished for his Robin training and post-death stamina. Was he ever this… weak?

Distantly, Jason hears the sound of the Batmobile rushing through the streets and shakes his head.

He was almost there. Tim’s bedroom lights were on and a shape was moving around.

Jason groans and breaks into a sprint despite his legs aching in complaint. Tim was, as he said, a creepy little stalker, and even at the ripe old age of six, he was already stalking the bats. Which, props to him, but Jason would rather not follow that weaselly little bastard through the roofs of Gotham.

“SHIT!” Jason curses, misjudging his momentum and slamming into the Drakes’ front door.

God, it hurt so fucking much, and- shit, his nose was bleeding…

But, silver lining and all that, because the door swings open to reveal a harried and panicked-looking Timothy Jackson Drake dressed head-to-toe black, with his hundred-dollar camera hanging around his neck.

God, Jason hates rich people.

“Are you okay?!” the six year old squeaks, lurching forward to stare uncertainly at him.

Well, that proves Jason’s theory. If Tim had all his memories, he would’ve pointed and laughed at him for being an idiot, and Jason would’ve tackled him, dick would get involved, they’d break a few things, and the cass would work with alfred to get them back in line…

(God, Jason wished they’d never gone on that stupid trip.)

“Do you think i’m fine?” Jason huffed, guilt filling his chest as he watched Tim’s face fall. God, sometimes he forgets that then younger Tim was still so… bright. He hadn’t grown into all his sass yet. “I didn’t mean that, kid-”

But it was in the small moments where he’s reminded of his little brother’s spirit.

Tim puffs up in offense, almost like a little cat of sorts, and narrows his eyes, “I’m not a kid! I’m six, and you’re not that old either!”

“Sure, buddy,” Jason rolls his eyes before reaching up with a bloodied hand and pinching his nose, careful to stick the pendant in his pocket where Tim couldn’t see it. “Can I get a little help now?”

“Oh!” just like that, the Tim Jason was used to dissipates, and the kid was back to his shy little self, “Right, sorry. Come in! I’ll go grab you some napkins- are you hungry? It’s really late, and- oh, we have some juice too! We have passion fruit, dragonfruit, starfruit, strawberry-”

“I’ll take passionfruit,” Jason interrupted with an amused smile, “if you have the time, add a dash of lemon juice, ice, and honey.”

He watches as the kid freezes before nodding. Passionfruit with lemon and honey… that was one of Tim’s favorite drinks as an adult, and he’d constantly bugged Jason to make him some. Honestly, rich people shit.

“Okay! Uhm, do you want to shower first? You- you’re covered in blood, and i don’t think that’s too comfortable…”

“Yeah, sure,” he shrugs, “Lead the way, Timbo.”

“Timbo?” the kid faltered and blinks in confusion, but continued to lead Jason toward the bathroom before handing him a change of clothes.

When he was alone, the sound of running water filling the room, Jason took out the pendant and stared at it… The urge to bash the stupid thing against the wall was near overpowering, but he didn’t know what would happen if he did, and Jason would rather not try his luck.

He quickly washes, scrubbing himself down and reveling with how the warm water soothed his aching muscles. While he was at it, Jason scrubs at his scalp and washes his hair with tim’s fancy-ass shampoo snd conditioner. God, he misses the good shit.

When he finished, jason picked dried himself and shoved the pendant into one of the pant pockets (batman themed. why wasn’t he surprised? wonder woman would be leagues better than bruce. Nightwing too, he’s kinda surprised- oh. yeah. shit, he forgot…)

He stretches, humming at how his back popped pleasantly before sauntering down the steps. Sometime during the shower, his nose had stopped bleeding. Thank god for that.

“Tim!” Jason called, yawning briefly as he saw the kid staring into the humming microwave. The kid startled before smiling, “Did you have a good shower?”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason nodded, “What are you making?”

“Food,” the kid replied easily, “they’re leftovers, do you want some?”

“Yeah sure, why not.”

As they ate, Jason wondered how the hell he was going to get the kid to remember. He hummed, feeling exhaustion pulling at his eyes as he finished with his portion of leftover spaghetti.

Tim looks over at him, “Are you tired?”

“Yeah,” Jasonsighs, “it’s been… a long couple of days.”

“Alright! We have a spare guestroom you can use, is that okay?”

Jason nodded. It’ll at least give him the time to think over how he’ll continue with his plan, “Yeah, sure. That’s fine. Lead the way, Tim.”

A few hours later, Jason was awaken by a shape pressing a knife to his throat.

He froze. His mind running through hundreds of different scenarios before he recognized the shape hovering over him.

“…Tim? What- what is this? Put the knife down, and we can-”

“How,” the kid interrupts with narrowed and blazing eyes, “do you know my name? I never told you who I am, and only the people who’ve worked with my parents know that I exist. Did someone send you to kidnap me?”

Jason blinked, running over the last few hours in his mind before realizing that yeah, oh shit, Tim was right. He never did tell Jason his name, did he?

“Okay, kid. I’m…” and then he sees a hint of golden scales peeking from the collar of the kid’s robin-themed sleep shirt, “My name is Jason Todd. You are Timothy Jackson Drake, the third Robin. I’m the second Robin, and… I come from the furture.”

Tim jolts away, taken aback by Jason’s words before becoming instantly suspicious, “You know my name, and you know I like Robin. Prove to me you’re from the future, and maybe i’ll trust you.”

Jason smiles despite the situation, because this was Tim. Tim wasn’t some scared and timid kid, he was an independent little narcoleptic gremlin who drank too much Monster, somehow caught the eye of Ra’s Al Ghul, lost his spleen, and could lie to Batman and get away with it.

“Here,” Jason said, gesturing for Tim to shuffle back before grabbing the pendant and tugging off his shirt. When Tim laid his eyes on the skeletal bird resting above Jason’s heart, his hand automatically drifts to the marking Jason was sure he had, “can i see your…”

Tim gave him an uncertain look, but Jason wasn’t too surprised. If some random creepy guy told him to take lf his shirt. Jason would’ve stabbed him and ran off.

“You have a knife, kid. If i tried doing anything, you could always stab me.”

“…Fine,” Tim bit out before shrugging off his shirt.

A golden snake stretched from the inside of Tim’s elbow, beautiful scales woven from gold coiled along the span of Tim’s arm before resting it’s head atop tim’s coller bone. Honestly? It was breathtaking, beautiful in a way that Jason envied, but it summarized Tim’s entire character pretty well.

The pendant in Jason’s hand glows as it nears Tim’s golden snake.

“I want to test something,” Jason says, “i’m gonna touch this to the head of thr snake, and we’ll see what happens.”

Tim narrows his eyes, his grip on the knife tightening before he nods.

The pendant presses agasinst Tim’s collar for a brief second, and then everything begins to glow.

Tim’s eyes, the snake’s outline, the fucking pendant- literally everything was fucking glowing.

Jason clenched his jaws, forcing himself to remain still as his brother gasps in pain. Tim’s hans twitched and jerked, but, it was as if some- some force was holding him still.

Eventually, after a few agonizing seconds, the gold fades and Jason hurriedly yanks it away. He surges forward, pulling the knife out of tim’s hand before tossing it to the side, off of the bed and out of the way.

“Jay…”

“Yeah, timmy?” Jason leaned back, pulling his brother up before carding a hand through his hair.

Tim was quiet for a few moments before finally speaking, “We need to get Dick, and then Damian.”

“So,” Jason allows the amusement to fill his tone, “are you gonna hold a knife to their throat, too?”

“I will grab that knife and actually stab you,” Tim huffed, “leave you with a scar that matched Red Hood’s.”

Jason scoffed, but he couldn’t help the smile rising onto his lips, “Language, kid. Who taught you to say these things, baby bird?”

“Fuck off,” Tim hissed, “i’m tired, and I miss the big bird…”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “i do too… It’s whatever though. Go to sleep, Tim. We’ll try and grab him tomorrow.”

“Okay… Goodnight, Jay.”

“Night, Tim.”

And sure, it may be lonely with the rest of his siblings at his side, but at least he no longer had to spend this new (old?) life all by himself.

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part 1, 3, 4

and the directory

[envy-of-the-apple]

The King of Curses Reverses the Hourglass

"Sukuna! Who woulda thought I'd see you here?" The curse sneers.

"Well well. What's this, our second conversation?"

He doesn't remember this curse's name. It doesn't matter. This curse was a small fry that the brat was able to take out. ...the same brat that defeated him.

"My technique messes with the souls after all." The curse explains. "Consider this a vestige. Welcome to the pathway souls walk on their way down the cycle."

The curse shuffles his position. "I always meant to ask you....you were lying weren't you? To yourself and to others."

"You weren't living according to your true stature. No, you wanted revenge. Revenge against those who resented and persecuted that cursed unwanted little wretch."

Sukuna shrugs, never a liar. There's no point to it now. Death is equal to all, regardless of strength.

"What's the difference?" He says, "Living the only way I knew how... that's how I chose to go on."

He stops himself. And Sukuna thinks of pink hair. Too many scars on a youthful face. So much death. So much righteous anger. And yet...

You are me.

"Actually...no." Sukuna muses. "I did have different paths to walk. Two, to be precise."

To live for yourself. Eat when necessary. That was how he lived for thousands of years. No human was boring, but Sukuna never equated that to having value. Even as a human, he lived as a proper curse.

But he was never truly a curse. Beneath it all, he was still human. And another human had seen that, and still reached out.

You are me.

In the battle of ideologies, he had lost. Hate only ever got him so far. In the end, he was able to experience love after all.

"Should there be a next time..." Sukuna thinks. "Perhaps it would be nice to walk a different path."

He expects the curse in front of him to throw a tantrum, much like how all curses are so single-minded. Instead, the curse giggles, rising to his feet.

"Really? Are you sure you're gonna be able to stick to that different path?"

Sukuna stares, unimpressed. The curse just shrugs.

"I'm just saying. You lived as a curse all your life. How could you just turn your being like that, if such a thing did exist?"

"Such a thing?" Sukuna echoes.

The curse stretches his arms high in the air. "Soul. Time. Now that I'm here, those two things aren't much different."

"Ah, you've grown since your defeat, haven't you?" Sukuna should've learned his name after all.

"I'll never stop despising Itadori Yuji. It's my nature, after all. But I'm far more interested in my wager with you." The curse grins in the way a curse only can.

"Let's see which one is a better way of living: as a curse or as a human."

alternate title: "I used to be the king of curses but now i want to live a peaceful life and avoid the death flags but the six eyes is suddenly proposing to me!?"

[mfelewzi]

Time travelers: blow their noses

Time Line:

Why nobody has used this idea for a fanfic? Damn, the original writers in Forgotten Adventures had invented a similar situation!

[cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu]

Imagine Morgana and Merlin becoming besties in the future, like she came outta the veil/lake and eventually(years later) learnt to forgive Merlin and vice versa.

Her favourite nicknames/greetings for Merlin would be, "My darling hoe", "Slutty boy", "Hello Arthur's baby girl". Merlin greets her back with "bitchy-chan", "Mother of harpies" or "Taco bell"

She'd be a top businesswoman during the day and BDSM queen at night whilst Merlin will be a freelance photographer/artist working from home. He's living a cottagecore lifestyle out in the countryside(it's either in Ireland or Scotland), sometimes Morgana will come visit him and stay over until one night both Merlin and Morgana receive visions of the triple Goddess urging them towards the crystal cave.

There they find a gate made of crytals pulsing with magic which surprised them because not only have they learnt to live without using magic, as they promised each other to only use magic in an emergency but, magic had been declining for years and they knew they were the only two humans who could wield such powers.

This confused them yet also made them wary, fate has fucked them over plenty of times in the past so both Morgana and Merlin really didn't want any of that drama back in their lives again.

Unfortunately they have no choice.

Destiny is upon them once more, this time their roles have changed.

Morgana saw herself holding a glowing sword, armour etched with magical markings with Merlin standing beside her a crown made of flowers, gems, and ribbons on his head whilst wearing a lovely dress. It looked very pretty on Merlin, quite revealing too.

"That is so unfair, why am I wearing a dress!?"

"Shut up Merlin, you know you love it." Morgana smirked.

Pouting, Merlin grumbled. It's Morgana's fault that half his wardrobe is filled with dresses and skirts because the harpy would use him as her fashion doll in her spare time.

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Part Two

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

Here’s another Tomarrymort fic prompt no one asked for:

Imagine a Professor Riddle/Voldemort AU in which MOD Harry is impersonating a squib working at Hogwarts (think Filch). & they meet when Tom is a 1st year & over time Tom becomes convinced that Harry is not a squib at all but some sort of immortal eldritch being impersonating a janitor. Because how tf has he not aged since he was a child? How does he seem to know everything about everyone? How does he keep messing up all his plans?!

I picture Harry having a similar vibe from the janitor from Scrubs. Just so casually putting a wrench in every one of Tom’s schemes just for shits and giggles. & Tom is just obsessed with him & proving that he’s not human dammit!

Professor Riddle (to Harry):

Harry (to Tom):

[tha-star]

So, I read a danmei novel in which the MC ends up waking up in the future and discovers that he is married to his best friend — after sleeping with him, he got carried away by the moment so easily that he was completely seduced by his friend's future version and they easily ended up in bed — and then when he wakes up he realizes that he is in love with his friend and decides that he will try to win him over romantically.

And I loved the idea of "one day I dreamed about the future where I was married to my friend, it was so good, I want to make it come true", and I really imagine Jon going through that kind of situation.

The issue of Jon ageing up may have made things a little awkward initially, but it's something that would easily pass with time, especially when they're both college age.

And yes, I think Jon would short circuit if he were to land in a reality where Damian is his boyfriend or fiancé or husband.

Imagine, the day he and Damian went to eat a burger on the roof after a patrol, he even asked them to go out more often without being on a mission, but just to have fun like before. For when he goes to sleep and wakes up with Damian a few years older calling him Beloved and easily kissing him?!

And Damian being touched a lot? And he quickly ends up sleeping with his best friend and wanting it again.

It would be very confusing for present-day Damian, because after asking him out, Jon can barely look at his face for a while and when it seems like he's being avoided and gets annoyed, Jon starts to do the opposite and it gets extremely sticky. Saying things about:

"I'm mad at you, so I won't look at your face, because you're too pretty, and it will make me forget why I'm mad in the first place".

Damian is so confused and so embarrassed, usually he always has an answer, but for this he doesn't.

And now he's sure that Jon has been acting differently and flirting with him?!

Is he being serious or joking? When in doubt, Damian flirts back one time and Jon's is completely red.

Oh, he's serious!

As revenge, Damian will tease Jon for a little while first. It won't just be him getting embarrassed here!

[lamoureg]

big question is jayvik winter fluff fic or jayvik explosion angst fic......

[the-greatest-8]

My lack of sleep and current fixations are so fucking strong I just had a 30 minute catnap, in which I dreamed about the following:

A chibi game on The Negotiator, in which everyone is missing and it's up to you(Obi-wan) to figure out where your men are./ There was also a weird-big sentient flower that glowed NOT unlike the flower from tangled that actively tries to boop you? Oh, and it's a horror game, so, it's dark the whole time? Idk man.

Cody travels back in time, as in he gets decanted, and then spends every moment working his way back to Obi-wan. As in he caters all his responses in tests to get to him, he actively tries to shape himself as a perfect soldier- just for Obi-wan. Just so he can get back to his General, and save his brothers. Because surely Obi-wan would be able to help him, surely his General would listen. (I don't even read that much Codywan?? I have no idea where this came from)

[justaz]

merlin being forced to confront the fact that he’s failing his people bc he’s sitting idly by while uther slaughters them all and coming to the decision that he has to act to save them but that’ll make him camelot enemy no. 1 but technically he already was they just didn’t know it. merlin spending a week all morose but unwilling to talk about it and spending as much time with his friends as possible. on his last night in camelot, he goes to arthur’s chambers and the prince is confused on why he’s there. merlin drops a sealed letter on his desk before pulling arthur into a gentle and emotional kiss. they barely separate, their lips hardly a breath apart, and merlin asks for forgiveness. arthur, thinking he’s apologizing for the kiss, tells him there’s nothing to forgive and goes in for a second kiss but merlin pulls away, knowing that that one brief kiss was all he could handle. if he lets arthur kiss him the way he’s dreamt of being kissed, he won’t be able to do what he needs to do, he won’t be able to leave. merlin tells him good night and leaves before arthur can react. he’s gone by dawn.

[batcavescolony]

I need a 911 time travel fic (I don't care about the logistics we had coma dream and ghosts I want time travel) just so s1 Buck and Chimney can be told that they're now family, that Chimney marries Bucks sister and they have kid(s) together. I think that would break them, also over all s1 118 seeing the family that they're gonna have, Imagine it.

[mysticsublimeperson]

I want to express my frustration because... im trying to write some time travel Merthur fanfic as one does...

and I keep hitting my head against the same wall. Because just in case you didn't know England SUCKED before imperialism and colonialism.

Not that that made it better but, the English isles didn't have a variety of fruits or vegetables, the did have meat and fish and salt I think, but no sugar or way of producing it but honey if I remember correctly.

And admittedly climate change is a pain in the ass, but in medieval times the winters probably consisted in huge blizzards and freezing for 4 months.

They didn't even had tea!!!

All the good stuff its because of colonialism which is horrible for the world but whatever.

Im trying so hard to ignore this facts... to be free and write about silly angsty boys but I needed someone to know how difficult it is.

Because Merlin having lived in a 21 century would have spent since the 16th drinking bloody tea, and now he is back in time and doesn't have tea, doesn't even have sugar, it's a pain in the ass to get milk, and he can't even get his favorites foods because the fruits and vegetables aren't even evolved yet.

BECAUSE YES! All of the greens have suffered a tremendous amount of change because of selective farming!! so even if there were apples back there, they probably wasn't the same apple, probably weren't even half as sweet as they are now a days!

Same with animals, and plants. Many of the species have gone extinct but they existed back then. And im dying for a chance to bring this into the fic, to prove just how difficult the transition it's, but a the same time, it doesn't matter right? not really.

bUT I NEEDED TO VENT A LITTLE SO thank you for listening to my rant.

Also im not even a history girly, im an art babe, so all of this I know by logic and assumptions from my art history clases, and my hyper fixation, so obviously take everything with a grain of salt.

((It's just that I was cooking and I was trying to think which ingredients were available at that time to make the most simple dish but no, there was almost none, no spices, no tomato, I think the had cabbage, and like broccoli because its the same plant, but probably wasn't evolved into all of the different versions we know, they had beans, and lentils I think, the potatoes come from South America, so no potatoes, the had bread but what kind of bread??? sO YEAH, this is my head.. all the time))

[turtleduckkoffee-is-tired]

Okay, but listen.

BILBO BAGGINS, right, time travel fic. The usual, seen everywhere, very popular.

But.

Think.

BILBO BAGGINS, from right after his first journey, time traveling FORWARDS. To his 111th birthday.

And joins. Frodo. On. His. Journey.

Just imagine, a little, terrifying, war trained hobbit, escorting his dumbass nephew through many different bullshitery, harassing Legolas, meeting old friends.

T H I N K. O F. T H E. P O S S I B I L I T I E S.

(Pls someone, do you know of any like this? Or do I need to write it myself 🥲)