#Prompt: role reversal

[angelic-writer]

Lichtenberg - Friend or Foe?

Day 2 of @whumptober

February 11, 2014

Jeremy stayed silent throughout the whole day. He didn't speak to anyone at all, not even Rachel. He just stared at his hands, trying his best to contain his anger. All that was running through his mind was how Roderick and Sam were going to kill Kevin.

There was no mistake. It was his scream he heard yesterday while he had his... vision? He had no idea what to call it. It was just something he heard when he had taken too many blows to the head, right? So why did he get so angry at Sam to the point of him beating him up outside of the school? And in front of Dan, no less. He didn't mean to freak him out like that. He wanted to apologize to him right then and there, but his overwhelming anger caused him to stay silent. It didn't help that this mysterious sailor fueled his doubts even more last night. He kept on saying that all of his friends will betray Kevin.

Kevin... Sweet, little Kevin who had done nothing wrong was gonna be killed by people he thought were his friends. He had to protect him from these traitors. If he gets kicked off the team for his behavior, then so be it.

"Hey Jay!"

Jeremy had to clench his teeth when he heard Roderick's voice. He was the last person he wanted to deal with right now.

"Jay? Hellooooo? Dude, you okay over there?" Roderick waved his hand in front of his face.

"Oh, uh... sorry. I was uh..." Jeremy looked around, trying to figure out a way to get out of this situation.

"Geez, did you take something to make you space out like that?" He smirked. "Wish I have that during class."

"Haha. Very funny."

Roderick flinched a little at his tone. "Sorry. Didn't know you'd get offended by that." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, you remember that lake we used to go to in the summer? We'd swim in it when the weather got all hot and stuff."

Jay's heart panged with guilt. He remembered that. It was the best days of his life. Too bad all of that had been sullied.

"Kev and I talked about it yesterday and we thought it'd be a good idea if we all went together. I tried asking Sam, but he said he's too busy studying for a test. I mean, I don't blame him. He is on the honor roll, after all."

Hearing him mention Kevin's name made his blood boil. He knew he and Roderick had been hanging out more often lately, but Kevin shouldn't be hanging out with someone like him. Didn't he say that Roderick didn't think about anyone but himself? Despite everything he did to him, he was still hanging out with him. And he had the gall to try and get close to him.

"So do you wanna come with? It'll be fun. We could even go get Wendy's after."

"Ummm... N-No thanks. I uh... I've got plans with Rachel tonight."

"Come on, can't you call her and tell her you have other plans? Pleeeeeeease? It'll be awkward if it's just me and Kev."

"Well, you didn't seem to have a problem hanging out with him alone before. Why are you trying to drag us into it?"

"Uh, because we're friends? Because I wanted to spend time with my buds? Jesus, Jay, what is up with you? First Sam, now you... Did something happen?"

Jeremy tried not to look Roderick in the eye. "Nothing happened. I just..."

"Y'know, I saw Sam yesterday. He looked really messed up."

He flinched. Did he tell him already? That little weasel...

"Don't act like I'm stupid. His nose was bleeding and everything. He said he got into a fight with some other guys, but I know something else is up. Did something happen? Did you and Sam get into a fight? You do know the principal's his dad, right? You could get in trouble for that-"

"How about you shut the fuck up?!" Jeremy shouted, his outburst just loud enough for the other students to look at them.

"Jay, wh-"

"First of all, it's none of your goddamn business and second of all, I would appreciate it if you stop taking Kevin around everywhere!"

Roderick just stared, eyes wide like he saw someone collapse on the floor. "What the fu- Jay, all of this was Sam's idea! I'm trying to make up for all the shit I've done to him!"

"What's your goal here, huh? Are you waiting for Kevin to let his guard down so you and Sam could stab him in the back like you did before?!"

"Jeremy-"

"I bet you're just waiting to leave him behind like you did before, huh?"

"I didn't so far, have I not?!"

"Sure, but when the time comes, you'll just leave him for dead, right?"

"What the fuck?! Where did that come from?!"

"Oh, don't act dumb. You know what you did. All those times you bullied Kevin into doing things for you. How you threw Sam under the bus. And I bet you'd even kill one of us so you can save your own ass. You and Sam."

Everyone gasped. Roderick glared at Jeremy. "Jay, I don't know where you got that idea from, but I am not gonna let Kevin down like that. I've been an awful friend to him and I realize that. I want to make it up to him however I can. I know Kevin's a bit odd, but I want to make him feel accepted. Feel more welcome. You can accuse me of having an agenda all you want. It's not gonna stop me from hanging out with him."

"Tch." He turned away. "We'll see about that."

He walked away, pushing past the crowd of students that have gathered around. A familiar brunette raced after him.

"Jay, wait!"

Freezing in his tracks, he turned to see Rachel, looking like him like he was a completely different person. "Rach, I-"

"I heard everything. Jeremy, what is going on? Why did you argue with Roderick like that?"

"Look, I don't want to talk about it."

"Jay, I'm your girlfriend! I deserve to know what's going on!"

"I don't wanna talk about it! Just leave me alone!"

Before Rachel could get another word out, he walked away.

I'm sorry, but it's for Kevin's sake. I can't... I can't trust them.

He rounded the corner and bumped into someone, making them drop their books. When he saw it was Kevin, he immediately began apologizing. "O-Oh god Kev, I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine, it's fine. Happens a lot." He chuckled as he picked up his books. He looked so happy, less anxious than he was before. It seemed that Roderick spending time with him made him a lot more relaxed. He wanted to be proud of him, but he could not shake Kevin's screams of pain.

I'm sorry, Kevin, but it's for your own good.

"Hey, Kev... Are you... doing anything later?"

"Um, just me and Roderick going for a walk after school. Maybe visiting the lake, getting something to eat - or maybe going over to his house and have his mom cook something. His mom makes the best pasta. You should try it. It's to die for!" He had the biggest smile on his face that made Jeremy's heart ache.

"Uhh, yeah, yeah. Maybe... You could take a break from him for a bit?"

Kevin blinked. "Huh? Why? Did Roderick say something about me?"

"No, no, he didn't. It's just..." He sighed. "I just think that you hanging out with Roderick all the time is... kind of unhealthy. You should hang out with the rest of us. What about Joey? Or Kyle? Or... me?"

"Well, yeah, there's them, but they've got other stuff. Roderick's pretty much the only one who has any sort of free time. Plus, with the game coming up, I need to savor what little time I have left before Coach really grills us."

"I know, but Kev, listen to me."

"Okay? Jay, you're scaring me."

Okay Jeremy. This is it. You have to do this. Don't back out.

"Kevin... I-I think... This is gonna sound crazy and you're not gonna believe me, but..."

Now or never.

"Kev... I think... Rod and Sam are gonna betray you."

"...Huh?"

"Well, I remember you saying that Roderick doesn't care about anyone but himself. That he won't help you or anyone unless it fits his agenda or he gets something out of it."

"Well, yeah, I did say that, but that was a long time ago. Rod and I already cleared that up a while ago. He said he was a shitty friend and he wanted to make it up to me. So far, he's done a good job. He... was there for me at that party. He took me outside and once I calmed down, we went to the football field to relax. He didn't have to do that, but it was really sweet. Sure, I still have his doubts about him, but from his actions, he's trying really hard to be a good person."

"W-Well, yeah, but surely, you're at least a little suspicious of him, right?"

"Of course I am, but I'm willing to trust him. I'm not gonna keep my walls up forever. Especially when Roderick's gone out of his way to protect me, build me up, make me feel like the most important person in the world. He's trying to be a good person, Jay and I'm really thankful for that. I need to thank Sam too. He's the one that pushed him to be better."

Jeremy's heart began to race. Why? Why isn't he getting it? "Kevin, you're not listening to me. I just have this feeling that something bad will happen to you at the game. Once you're in that situation, Roderick and Sam are gonna... They're gonna kill you!"

There it is. He just... blurted it out.

Kevin just stared. "So... You had the same dream as Sam, then."

"Kev..."

"Jeremy, didn't Sam say that he wouldn't hurt any of us? That it was all just a nightmare?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"So you should know by now that it's not gonna happen. We're gonna win this game and everything is gonna be fine." His voice had grown a little more confident. It was a side of Kevin that Jeremy had never seen before.

"Look, a-all I'm asking is that you take a break from Rod and Sam for a bit. At least until after the game. Then, you can hang out with them as much as you want, okay?! Just tell Roderick you've got family business today and you can just-"

Kevin suddenly grabbed him by his shirt collar. He glared at him with a fiery intensity that made him freeze. "Jay. Stop it. Stop trying to get me to stay away from him. You had no issue with Roderick being with me before. Why are you trying to push me away from him? Because some puppet on a tricycle told you that Rod and Sam cannot be trusted in your dreams? What are you trying to do? Huh?"

Jeremy just blinked at him. Kevin had never talked like this before. Sure, there was his freakout in the basement, but that was because he was under duress. This... This was new. For a moment, he thought he heard Roderick in his voice. "Kev, I'm trying to protect you-"

"By isolating me from my friends? Is that it? If Roderick was being the same dickhead he was before, then yeah, I would listen to you, but he's not. He's actually being nice to me for once. He went out of his way to get me out of the party when I was spiraling. If he didn't change, he wouldn't have done that. He's... actually here for me. And I... I think I might-" Kevin suddenly shut his mouth, stopping himself from saying more.

"Y-You might what?"

Kevin let go. "Nothing. Just... don't talk to me, okay?"

He joined the flood of students before Jeremy could say anything more. He slid down to the floor and gripped his hair.

Oh Kevin...

[kitkatyes]

Summary:

Infiltration missions never were Phoenix's strong suit; one small mistake and it was over. Thank god they were finally getting out of there

[kijosakka]

90th fic :confetti: :confetti: :confetti:

my official draft title for this was one 'who was going to tell me twices death was so fucking sad' and also take some role reversal except it isnt necessarily roles its more like outcome reversal

[fangirlingpuggle]

SVSSS role reversal AU where Binghe is not just Peak lord but sect head it's still his story only near the middle before Sect is destroyed and he wages war and destroys all demons and forms giant harem (Something kick started by his scum head disciple who was hidden prince of demons and is killed by Binghe)

He did the Shinji in Bleach route with Aizen in the I will promote them to keep an eye on them because I know they will betray me route.

Binghe who has been monitoring head disciple Shen Jiu who suddenly appears to no longer be scheming but instead snaking into the beast peak and playing with all the beasts. He's pretty sure the qi deviation has destroyed all his self preservation instincts. Also they are now looking at him with something not like hero worship he's used to but concern and he keeps making him tea and BINGHE IS CONFUSED AND KNOWS HE IS PLANNING SOMETHING.

He also does not like all the other disciples flirting with HIS DISCIPLE (Even if he knows his disciple will betray him) he has thrown many of them off his peak multiple times, Shen Yuan hasn't noticed and Binghe will deny it.

Shen Yuan is freaking out currently enjoying his time on the peaks and around his favorite character while he can because he knows he's going end up in abyss and his plan is to just stay there. He's gonna chill in the abyss make a farm or something and just stay out the plot and hopefully not get tortured and killed thank you very much. He'll just go vibe in the endless abyss because somehow that's his best option here.(Also he really does want to see some of the creatures there)

(He's also very happy he transmigrated as around 17 as he didn't want to go through demon puberty.)

(He does end up in abyss and Binghe goes to rescue him while Shen Yuan is running away like 'OH GOD HE CAME DOWN TO THE ABYSS TO KILL ME CAUSE I DIDN'T LEAVE')

Binghe sees full demon Shen Yuan in abyss after years missing and suddenly has the '...oh...OH...' moment.

Also role reversal Moshang

Airplane gets transmigrated as demon lord Shang Qinghua and has had to be doing political maneuvering to not get assassinated and has not been able to relax for years. The only way to not get killed was to become king (he didn't want to) he now has to deal with all his territory (and so much paperwork) that he is trying to make self sufficient and maybe some chance of surviving Binghe's rampage (or at least have some safe fortified place to hide out the massacre)

All the while he has to keep saving his favorite character who keeps trying to kill him and almost getting himself murdered or kidnapped by other demons.

Peak lord Mobei Jun fell hard for the demon who saved him as a disciple and kept trying to find him, he heard demons courted by combat and he's been trying to marry this demon lord for years. Hell he's even tried to get himself kidnapped by him, nothings working.

Mobei Jun:How do I get a demon a bridenap me?

Binghe*tuning around from the Shen Jiu conspiracy board*:...wait what?

[galaxylover06]

Role reversal!

[cheatsylu]

The LU Gift exchange was so much fun!! From my giftee's prompts and favourite characters I decided on a role reversal of Mask and Warriors, where Warriors is the child hero and Time the older hero!

[alicornze7]

Ribbun week - Day6: Fluff

I’m not dead (yet)

ribbun week? More like ribbun month haha get it- ok I’ll stop

You know how goose said it has been a while since the last time he got a hug? Things to think about…

To clarify, they are moonwatching on a balcony of sorts in the timeskip, I just never bothered shading it since it’ll ruin the lineart

Last thing the plushie is an object she holds dear since it resembles her childhood family cat *headcanon*

You’ll get to see more of that sometime in the future:)

[dirtycombatboots]

Reverse AU.

Before finding a place to settle down, papa Vesemir travelled with his boys for a few years. That meant sometimes leaving them alone at the inn while papa had to go and get his job done. Naturally, when left to their own devices, kids would do what kids do best - causing chaos. In fact, Geralt, Lambert and Eskel had a whole scheme to scam empathetic barmaids for sweets or some extra food. It worked really well.

Lambert, being the youngest, therefore the most adorable, would make pupy eyes and in the most adorable voice tell a story about how their village was attacked, their mother was killed, and now they only have their very tired and very hard-working papa who is trying to get them to [whatever destination] to live with relatives.

Eskel, with his scars always looking like a fresh wound, would pretend to be very sick and injured by those who attacked the village

Geralt would cry dramatically over his "sick" brother, asking when will their papa be back.

Vesemir isn't even mad at them when he finds out. Because money is tight, and his idiots got extra food, or sometimes even discount for the room. At some point Vesemir starts asking them to "do the thing". Yes, it is kind of a bad thing to do, but hey, can you blame him? He is a single father, trying to provide for three little boys while living on the road. He'll take whatever he can if it means his sons will have a real hot meal and roof over head instead of camping in the woods.

[bubba-draws]

Narilamb. Reversed roles

Took longer with this one bc i wanted to design a Bishop Lamb that looked cool

Buy me a ko-fi?

BONUS:

[peachy-panic]

Febuwhump Day 7: Alternate Timeline

When I saw today's @febuwhump prompt was AU, I said SIGN ME UP.

Have some alternate universe Jaime & Sebastian, in which they are closer in age and this night in college goes a lot differently.

HEAVY TW for alcohol abuse, emetophobia, past noncon, implied attempted noncon, implied drugging

Jaime is too tired to be at this party. 

Derek, who convinced him to come party with the team in the first place, disappeared upstairs with the goalie from the women’s team twenty minutes ago, leaving Jaime sullen, sober, and alone in the crowd. The adrenaline from tonight’s win against USC has long burned out of his system, and they have practice early tomorrow morning. He doesn’t want to be here, with all these drunk strangers knocking into him as they dance. He wants the comfort of his dorm bed, a tall glass of water, and an audiobook in his headphones, lulling him to sleep.

Fuck Derek and his apparent new girlfriend. Jaime is going home. 

He doesn’t bother trying to find any of their teammates to say goodbye, and he doesn’t text Derek that he’s leaving. He can text Jaime, if he even cares to. 

Some part of him knows he’s being a little selfish, a little reckless. A little jealous. He’s too tired to investigate those feelings too closely. 

The back door is through the kitchen. Jaime elbows his way through the crowd until the exit is in sight. But something else catches his eye before he can bolt.

Someone is at least halfway passed out at the kitchen bar, a shock of red hair spilling out over the marble. His head is lolled onto his arm, his eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. He’s not quite unconscious, Jaime sees as he slips into the room. He still has enough dexterity left to keep himself atop the barstool, even if the position is precarious at best—one foot propped on the wooden rung of the chair, the other extended out to the floor to keep him balanced. 

The man is alone in the kitchen, with the exception of one other person. A face Jaime knows well. 

Matthew is on the soccer team with him, but Jaime has made every effort to avoid him all year. He never told anyone about the incident in the locker room during the first month of practices, but the memory glows red in his memory like a warning sign as he watches Matthew slide his arm around the half-unconscious stranger’s waist and coax him to standing. 

The man is tall, maybe even a little taller than Matthew, though it’s hard to tell with the way his body slumps as he’s guided toward the back door. Jaime doesn’t recognize him, but he recognizes that this isn’t right, and he won’t be able to live with himself if he doesn’t intervene. 

“Hey.” Jaime’s voice comes out firmer than he expected. 

Matthew stops in his tracks, head whipping back to him. His eyes narrow, and Jaime wonders if he realizes it’s the first time they’ve spoken off the field since the night he cornered Jaime and put his hands where they didn’t belong.

“Quinn,” he says pleasantly. “Not like you to show up to one of these things. Did Derek drag you out?”

Jaime ignores him, nodding toward the man who is struggling to stay upright at Matthew’s side. “Who’s your friend?”

Matthew’s jaw twitches like he can read the accusation in Jaime’s eyes. Good. “I’m helping him back to his dorm.”

That doesn’t answer the question, asshole. “You know him?”

“Do you?” Matthew’s eyes narrow again, annoyed this time. 

Jaime takes a calculated risk. “Yeah,” he lies. “He’s here with me.”

This quiets him for long enough to make Jaime think he’s won, but then Matthew’s mouth curls into a sneer. “You must be pretty shitty company if your date is leaving with another guy.”

The “date” in question is starting to slip, his knees buckling, and Matthew has to adjust his grip to keep him upright.

“He’s not going anywhere with you,” Jaime snaps. Anger simmers beneath his skin, fists curling at his sides. This interaction with Matthew has given new life to the rage Jaime has spent two months pushing down, ignoring, talking himself out of. 

Matthew’s eyes scrape up and down his body, either in a lewd attempt at intimidation or possibly sizing up what kind of physical challenge Jaime poses. Whatever conclusion he reaches makes him laugh, a curt, dismissive sound.

“Stay in your lane, Freshman.”

Then he makes another move for the back door, his victim in tow. 

Jaime is moving before he has to think about it. He pushes past him, shouldering in as a barrier between Matthew and the door. “Let go of him,” he says.

Matthew’s amusement gives way to a flicker of anger now. “It doesn’t look like he’s putting up much of a fight.”

“He’s barely fucking alive.” Jaime nearly shouts it, but the music keeps his voice from bleeding into the crowd. It is enough, however, to rouse the intoxicated stranger. 

“Who’re y… ‘m not…” is all he gets out, broken and slurred alongside a quick flutter of green eyes, before his head lolls back against Matthew.

Jaime feels sick watching Matthew’s hands on him. He can’t stop himself from reaching out and trying to take the man’s weight, forcefully if necessary, away from him.

Matthew resists. Of course he does. Fingers dig into the man’s side hard enough to look painful, and it makes Jaime falter his grip. But before he can attempt anything else, the jostle of movement stirs the stranger again, but this time it isn’t words coming out of his mouth. The man’s body crumples entirely, dragging down Matthew’s side as he falls to his knees and retches on the kitchen floor. 

The sound coming out of him is one of pure misery, one that drowns out the sound of Matthew’s groan of disgust. Matthew steps back—though not in time to save his shoes—and shakes off the man’s weight from his leg like he’s a stray animal. Jaime manages to crouch in time to catch the stranger’s shoulders before he can fall into his own vomit. He steadies him through the worst of the sickness, knelt awkwardly on one knee at his side. By the time it’s over, he looks up to find the kitchen empty. Matthew left.

There’s another flare of rage, but the moment is quickly stolen by the sound of crying. He looks down, alarmed to see tears tracking down the man’s face. His green eyes look so sad and maybe a little afraid as he gazes up at Jaime, body swaying. 

“I think I threw up,” he says quietly. 

Jaime nods, ignoring the rather damning pile of evidence in front of them. “I think you might be onto something,” he agrees. “Maybe we should go outside for a minute? Get some fresh air?”

He doesn’t get a response. The man is already starting to fade from awareness again. 

“Shit,” Jaime mutters. He doesn’t waste precious seconds of the man’s partial mobility, hooking his grip underneath his arms to hoist him to his feet. “Come on,” he whispers, trying to sound gentle and encouraging as he kicks open the back door, narrowly stepping around the vomit on the floor. “Just a few more steps.”

The cold, November air is a sigh of relief against his skin. He manages to keep his new friend on his feet long enough to reach the porch steps, where he sits him down long enough to retrieve his phone from his pocket. A rideshare back to campus will cost him the whole of his fun money for the week, but he can’t imagine a world in which he leaves this stranger to fend for himself tonight. 

He opens the app and hovers uncertainly over the search bar.  “Can you tell me where you live?” he asks softly, crouching down next to the man, who barely lifts his head from the railing. 

“At the college,” he slurs, pointing vaguely to their left, in the opposite direction of the university. “It’s over there.”

“Right,” Jaime says. “Okay. Do you have an ID?”

“Mhm.” The affirmative answer is not accompanied by any attempt to retrieve his wallet.

“Can I see it for a second?”

The man manages to get as far as pulling his wallet halfway out of his pocket before his limbs go limp, his head tilting back against the railing. “I don’... feel good. ’m sorry.”

Jaime hates how sad he sounds. “It’s okay,” he promises. “I’m just going to grab your wallet out of here, okay?” 

There’s no answer, not that he’s expecting one, so he pulls the wallet the rest of the way out of his pocket, careful not to touch him without his permission. When he flips it open to the ID card, he’s greeted by the photo of a man who is barely recognizable as the person next to him. His smile is self conscious but handsome, his eyes wide and bright. Sebastian Tate, the name says. 

Jaime knows it was a bit of a gamble, that most college kids keep their parents’ address on their license until they move off campus, but he recognizes the address on Sebastian’s ID as one the dorms. One small bit of luck.

He enters the address on his phone, wincing at the price tag before he accepts the ride. 

When he looks over to let Sebastian know that a car is on its way, he sees tears on his face once again. 

“We’re gonna get you home,” Jaime promises. 

****

Sebastian is mostly deadweight by the time Jaime gets him into his bed. 

The other half of the dorm room is sparsely decorated, with a bed that looks mostly untouched. Jaime wonders if Sebastian has one of those roommate situations where they only really see each other on moving day. It’s a positive in the sense that Jaime isn’t barging in uninvited on a stranger tonight, but it does leave Jaime with a bit of a dilemma. He can’t imagine leaving this person alone tonight. 

Jaime helps himself to a cup on the sink in the corner of their room—it looks mostly clean, he thinks—and fills it with water from the tap. 

“Hey,” he says, giving Sebastian’s shoulder a gentle shake. He stirs blinking up at him, and Jaime holds the cup for him to see. “You should try to drink something.”

A groan of displeasure rumbles deep in his chest. “Tired,” Sebastian argues. 

“I know. But you really should try to drink some water before you fall asleep.”

Sebastian peels his eyes open again. Jaime wonders if throwing up back at the house was the best thing he could have done for himself. His gaze is starting to look a little less glassy. Maybe he had gotten some of the alcohol—and whatever else he might have ingested, a dark voice whispers in the back of his mind—out of his system before it could really take root. 

“It’s okay,” Sebastian tells him.  “I’m a doctor.”

Jaime furrows his brow. “I don’t think that’s true.”

But Sebastian nods sagely. “I will be,” he says.

“Oh.” Jaime blinks. “Are you pre-med?” A nod. “Well, then you should know all about the detriments of dehydration and alcohol poisoning, Dr. Tate.”

His head lifts from the mattress at the name—not without what appears to be great effort. He blinks a few times and squints up at Jaime like he’s seeing him for the first time. “Nobody’s ever called me that before.” He sounds so awed, Jaime can’t help but laugh. 

“That’s probably because you’re not a doctor yet,” he says. “Sit up, please?”

It takes a little bit of support on his end, but he finally gets Sebastian to an upright position and helps him steady the cup as he brings it to his mouth. Jaime takes his time, waiting patiently until he’s downed the whole glass in tiny sips. 

“Good job,” he says. “I’ll get you more to keep by your bed. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

As he gets up to refill the glass, he hears shuffling on the bed behind him. Sebastian is already laying down again when he turns back to him, but this time his eyes stay open, tracking Jaime across the room.

“I don’t know who you are,” Sebastian observes aloud. 

“Yeah. Sorry about that,” Jaime says. “I’m just helping you get home.” 

With a completely straight face, Sebastian looks at him and says, “You’re like an angel.” Then, blinking slowly, “You’re so pretty.”

“Oh my god,” Jaime bubbles out a startled giggle. “That’s… I—Um, thank you.” He feels his own cheeks redden. “That’s nice. I think you’re very drunk.”

As if Jaime’s words serve as a reminder, Sebastian’s face falls again, eyes squeezing shut. “I don’t feel good.”

Jaime’s face falls, too. The tear tracks are still visible on Sebastian’s face from earlier, a tangible reminder of the darkness shrouding these circumstances. 

“I know,” Jaime says. 

“Are you angry?” Sebastian asks, eyes still pinched. 

“Not at you,” Jaime assures him. 

“Okay.” Sebastian swallows, then moves his mouth like he’s trying to find his tongue. When he does, he asks, “Are you going to leave me here alone?”

Jaime stiffens. “Do you want me to?”

He is pretty sure the movement of Sebastian’s head against the pillow is supposed to be a no. 

“If you want me to stay with you tonight, I will,” Jaime says. It’s not like he’s in any hurry to watch Derek stumble into his dorm at four in the morning, with or without his one-night-stand. 

“There,” Sebastian slurs, slipping closer to sleep by the second. He raises a finger to point vaguely in the direction of his roommate’s side of the room. “That thing. Folds into a bed. Comfy.”

Jaime turns and spots the foam chair in the corner. “Okay,” he says. “I’ll stay.”

He kicks off his shoes, pulls a spare throw-blanket from the foot of Sebastian’s bed, and unfolds the chair into a thin mattress on the floor. When the lights are off, he feels his own exhaustion crashing over him. He stares up at this stranger’s dorm ceiling and lets himself drift closer to the darkness that pulls at him from behind closed eyelids. 

Before he can slip away, a tentative voice rouses him back to the surface. 

“What’s your name?” Sebastian asks into the darkness between them. 

“Jaime,” he answers. 

“Jaime?”

“Yeah.”

“Jaime, I feel very sad, I think.”

Jaime swallows, wishing he was better at offering comfort to someone who so obviously needs it. “Yeah. I know,” he says instead. “You’ll feel better tomorrow, though.”

“You promise?” Sebastian asks.

But that’s not a promise he can keep. Jaime doesn’t know anything about this man, other than that he had come close to something very bad happening tonight. Tomorrow, likely, he will be sick and shaken, probably regretful, probably confused. But there was one sure truth Jaime could offer this stranger for now. 

“Go to sleep, Sebastian,” he says. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

***

*AGAIN THIS IS FULLY AU, BUT I'LL TAG YALL JUST IN CASE YOU WANNA READ*

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[maenecoon]

Role Reversal KP lives rent-free in my mind. Chay is like a cute idol (with a stage name) and Kim is a big fan who also happens to be a feral street fighter and thug for money. He has a body pillow and posters and whatnot. He glares into nothing at the public bus while listening to Chay's bubbly playlist on loop.

One day, Kinn mentions he suggested Kim as a plainclothes bodyguard for his mafia sugar daddy, sorry, for his mafia boyfriend's little brother's event at a local bar, and they pay well and it's one-off so Kim accepts it without thinking much about it.

When Porsche takes Kim to introduce him to his charge, the last thing Kim has been expecting to see is his favorite singer sitting in his dressing room, very much underdressed in a tiny satin robe and nothing else.

if you were the anon who's sent me role reversal kimchay stuff before, welcome back! <33 i love your ideas!

first of all kim with a BODY PILLOW is so fking hilarious, i can totally imagine that to be his fanboy thing (in lieu of a photo wall LOL). also the idea that he's such a grump listening to chay's bubblegum pop songs is so fking adorable, im loving the duality of that.

kinn having a mafia sugar daddy (porsche) was not on my bingo card but that would be so interesting! i think kinnporsche with this reversed dynamic would also be cool to see ngl, like how would they have met, why, etc. perhaps kinn works as porsche's bodyguard instead🤔🤔

chay underdressed in a robe tho..,, kim would be salivating. kudos to him for keeping his shit together. i think it helps that chay isn't the demure thing he portrays himself to be, but someone with a bit more bite. makes it easier to pull himself out of his fanboy delusions and focus on his job. (i say that, but if kim wants to fuck the attitude out of chay anyways,, then,,, then that's on kim!)

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Whump dialogue #58

"Hm, aren't you the stoic one," Whumper mused as he circled Whumpee, unable to draw out a sliver of fear. He stopped right in front of them and looked them in the eye, making sure they’d catch the swiftest glance towards Caretaker.

"I wonder what I could do to make you fly at me in a fit of rage..."

[fangirlingpuggle]

More thoughts on reverse AU. (Links here and here)

Shen Yuan ends up thriving in the abyss, he ends using knowledge to solve a lot of problems and tame beasts, the demons in the abyss end up trying to put Shen Yuan in charge, he is constantly running away form it like 'NO, NO I DON’T WANT TO BE INVOLVED IN THE PLOT, I JUST WANT TO BE A SHUT IN HERE IN BASICALLY HELL AND NOT GET MURDERED’

Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan meeting up on one of the times Shen Yuan has been wondering peaks and finding creatures. The 2 basically spider man meme each other and alliance of we are gonna figure out how to survive this shit, after Shen Yuan tries to kill Shang Qinghua as soon he realizes Airplane 'YOU HACK AUTHOR’.

Mobei Jun then starts hovering over Shen Yuan because he can sense Shang Qinghua he’s been around him (No ones sure how) cue Luo Binghe scooping up Shen Yuan and getting in Mobei Jun’s ace like 'Stay away from my disciple I’M THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO BE SUSPICIOUS OF HIM’

Luo Binghe keeps trying to interrogate Shen Yuan only it doesn’t work because Shen Yuan is terrified but also Luo Binghe’s speeches are so cool he’s so awesome and is just looking at him with stars in his eyes and Luo Binghe is feeling things and very confused.

Shen Yuan is also so genuine and always worrying about Binghe’s health because 'The poor protagonist has had to go through all airplanes shitty writing and his tragic backstory, Binghe should take care of himself and rest while he can once he gets into his revenge on all demons arc he’ll be so busy and won’t be able to rest especially when he becomes king and gets his harem’.

Luo Binghe is just like 'Genuine affection and care I what???- this is a trap I know this is a trap, he’s planning something’ but anytime Shen Yuan is smiling at others Luo Binghe is just angrily glaring and so jealous like 'No only plot against me i’m the one you want to destroy right? so only smile at me’.

All the other peak lords are like we should be doing something but we’re not touching this shit with a 5 foot pole. But please sect leader stop yeeting our disciples who are finds with Shen Jiu off the mountain when they try to visit him, also please do something about your second in command trying to get bride-napped by a demon lord.

[beingmissbatty]

Double Prompt Drabble - 6/25/2025

The little snippet I did yesterday for the writers guild prompt - might turn it into something, when I have a few other things finished/edited.

Steve stood at the edge of the stage, staring down at the small crowd - hair plastered to his scalp and his heartbeat still pulsing along to the music, even as the buzz of a show well done began to settle into his bones. "We've been Corroded Coffin, thank you and good night!" He waved their goodbye and turned back to the rest of the band with a smile - letting it fall as he saw a flash of dark curls and green letterman jacket duck back behind a the doorway and out of sight. "Hey - can you pack up the van? I think I need to settle… something."

Gareth's eyes flickered back from his kit; his own confused frown quickly settling into a lip curling, angry flash of teeth, "You sure you don't want us to--"

"No, no. I've got it." He clasped a hand onto the boy's shoulder, squeezing gently. He knew where Eddie would be, where he always was when they met up…. before. Before the baseball player had shattered his heart and run off; choosing to avoid him instead of have a god damned conversation. "What are you doing here, Munson?" He hates that he looks beautiful under the yellowed lights at the back of the Hideout; all pale skin, almost glistening against the snowy backdrop, and big doe eyes barley hidden under the brim of a cap.

"I just…"

Steve tsks and crosses his arms, leaning back against the decaying brick, "You just, what? Didn't get enough out of me before? Hagan too busy to come out and get your fix for you?"

"No! No, Steve, I--"

"Or wait! No, that can't be it. Hagan can't ever know we've spoken, can he? Can't go losing your reputation or fucking up your chance at fucking off to god knows where chasing after tail on a sports scholarship, huh?" Steve forced himself to hiss, trying to keep hold of his bubbling anger even as Eddie seemed to curl into himself and-- oh shit. "Are you… are you crying? Seriously?" Steve stomped across the lot, closing the distance and grabbing hold of Eddie's jacket and chin; forcing the other boy to look him in the eye.

"…Did you mean it?" A pause.

A heart beat.

A snap.

"Every word." He dropped Eddie, turning his back, "But that didn't mean anything to you then, and I don't think it does now either."

It's a prompt, so it doesn't break my 'only happy endings' rule!

...but if/when I finish it, it'll definitely be hurt/comfort, but it'll also end happy. xoxoxo, ~Batty

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I gave myself a writing challenge and I am fascinated by it

So basically I put the robins in a randomizer to give them a new order/role (because I just...kinda wanted to see what would happen + I like role-reversal AUs) and got results that are giving me a fucking brain blast.

Stephanie, the first sidekick who defines the role

Tim, the sidekick who dies and comes back wrong

Dick, the sidekick who saves Batman from himself

Damian, the sidekick who was never supposed to be a sidekick but would go on to prove everyone wrong

Jason, the youngest sidekick who is still the Kid Wonder

...So this is fucking wild. I've got some ideas and several of these fit perfectly (Dick's role is pretty similar to his one in canon), but some of these are fucking INCREDIBLE to explore (Steph being the first Robin is something I never even considered but tbh I kinda love it).

I probably won't write a fic or anything because tbh I don't like publishing my writing that much, but I might expand this into a full AU and post about it. I might randomize other stuff too (ie, stuff that I cannot change vs stuff that I cannot keep the same) but this fucking rules as a starting point.

[dirtycombatboots]

My headcanon for reverse AU is that human Geralt is absolutely horrible at his job. He went to Oxenfurt hoping it would help him with his communication problems. He graduated, he knows linguistics like the back of his own hand, he can conjure a technically perfect ballad. The only problem is that Geralt, as a bard, has absolutely nothing to say, so all his songs are generic soulless garbage despite being written by all rules of composition and poetry. Geralt regrets his career choice very much, should have become a soldier, like Vesemir suggested, not waste time and money on Oxenfurt. Geralt barely scrapes enough coin to feed himself, and there is no prospect of change. The only reason he isn't starving is because his brothers help him financially. Those lucky bastards. Lambert is an alchemist, got his own very successful business in Novigrad. Eskel is prancing around Continent doing whatever mages do for living. And Geralt is a disappointing sibling, hating his job but still stubbornly trying to make it as a bard , not because he wants to but because his family spent so much money on his education, he can't just quit.

Introducing Julian, a witcher who would be talking non-stop if he was physically able to. He can't, his vocal cords are damaged beyond repair, which makes finding contracts a lot harder. After all, peasants who can read aren't exactly in large numbers, and peasants who know sign language are even less. Taking jobs only from nobles is not an option.

Geralt quite literally becomes Julian's voice and translator. And finally finds inspiration to write something that isn't soulless garbage. Who would have thought that a bard just needed a muse.

During annual winter family meeting at the house of old mercenary, also known as Papa Vesemir, Geralt tells his brothers about Julian. Lambert and Eskel can believe that Geralt befriended a witcher. What they can't believe is that Geralt's career finally took a turn to success. They definitely don't believe that Geralt is an author of "toss a coin".

Bonus scene

Geralt and Julian meeting next spring

Julian, signing dramatically: Bard, what the fuck did you get into?

Geralt : I was meeting with my family

Julian: Your family? You reek of things, Geralt! Dangerous things! Explosives and poisons!

Geralt: Well, heard about that alchemist in Novigrad who secretly produces weapons for armies?

Julian, confused: Yes?

Geralt: That's my little brother.

Julian: Okay, fine. But you also reek of magic. Explain that!

Geralt: How do I say it... Ever heard about sorcerer with a sword and demonic goat as familiar. The one who helps kings organize military campaigns?

Julian, not liking where this is going: Yes?

Geralt: That's my big brother.

Julian: I am almost afraid to ask who your father is.

Geralt: A mercenary with reputation of killing monters just as good as a witcher?

Julian: That old man? Fuck. Fuuuuck. And you are just a bard, with family like that?

Geralt: Yes.

Julian : This is officially the weirdest shit in my life.

Geralt: By the way, can we go to Novigrad. My brothers said they want to meet their future brother-in-law

Julian: What the fuck