#Him and Jason bond over swords

[shoecrabs]

There's a very low chance of it happening but I really really hope we get HoO adaptated... How cool would it be for Rick to completely change the events so that the story was streamlined better? Now that we know he's not against changing details to suit the themes he's working with?

how cool would it be for him to revisit these characters that he struggled writing? especially now that he knows what the end goal is?

How cool would it be to see their development technically cross over two versions of the same timeline? An extended version of canon where things went slightly to the left but happened nonetheless?

[davinashifts333]

THE SECRET AFFAIR (Jason DiLaurentis x Liar!Reader):

⚫️summary; one year after Alison’s disappearance everything in Rosewood went haywire. Y/n, Aria’s maternal cousin & now 1/5 of the remaining Liars, who had either an equal amount or possibly even more secrets than her childhood friends, had been dating her now presumed dead best friend’s brother. That’s right, since before the summer of Alison’s disappearance Y/n & Jason had secretly been hooking up & began officially dating due to her helping him sober up & help him through his toughest nights that now gloomed over his past. She was his main alibi for the night everything happened with Alison but, obviously couldn’t tell anyone why she was with him. So why now, that they’re finally putting Alison to rest does it all go to shit? Because the whole town believes one of the liars did it.

⚠️warnings; swearing, age gap relationship (Y/n is the same age as the girls but one of the oldest, so 5-6 years younger than Jason), adult themes, murder, gore-ish?, PLL shit dude, it’s crazy, 18+ ONLY!

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Y/N’s POV (the night of Ali’s disappearance)

I woke up with a blazing headache to my phone ringing a very specific tone that had become all too familiar. Jason. Thunder rolled in as lightning flashed the barn awake. The text from Jason saying to meet him at our spot which was a small bench in the woods behind his house. I head over, carefully leaving the barn door ajar so the girls won’t wake up when I come back but, I notice i’m not the only one who had planned to escape. Ali was gone and so was Spencer. I brushed the thought from my mind as I remember Jason’s text,

‘Garrett and Ian brought over some weed and I have the shakes now, meet up? I’m freaking out. Be safe. xx’

Jason had been trying to get clean, key word, trying. His friend group wasn’t as lenient as I was though, every now and then I had to help clean him up and sleep through the high or drunken daze. He wasn’t the best at being drunk believe it or not, he got drowsier than me after smelling the fumes when filling my car up with gas. Regardless, Jason was there for me when my dad left to hunt down my mom’s murderer. Yeah, Aria is my cousin, our moms are sisters.. Well.. Were.. That was until one night in the winter of 1998. I woke up after hearing glass shatter and walked down stairs, all I remember seeing was a shadow of a tall man standing over my mother’s body. Since then, I’ve lived with my aunt Ella and her family. Jason was our neighbor from down the street and Aria knew Alison, so obviously I knew them too. He always told me that death brought new life and my new life I had to live in honor of my mom. We clicked from then on. Of course being older he always taunted us girls and would do the typical big brother things to Ali. But one night when I was 14, I kissed him. He was shocked at first but then admitted he always liked me best out of Ali’s friends. The only bad thing was, Alison saw us kiss. She held it over my head like a looming sword on the thinnest of threads, threatening to tell her parents that Jason tried to force himself on me. Which obviously was a lie but who would they believe. Little did she know, I had secrets of hers to shoot back with so, we bonded in that way. A battle for dominance as one might call it. But nonetheless we were best friends, and secrets so keep us together.

I walk up to the bench hearing the crunching of leaves coming from the opposite direction, they staggered a bit and I saw Jason stumbling towards me, tripping on a rock and landing right on top of me.

‘Shit, sorry babe. I guess drunk me has two left feet.’ I giggled at his comment as we sat up, backs against the trunk of the tree that stood tall above our bench.

‘Who bought it this time?’ I asked, changing the subject back to the issue at hand. Jason then took position on my lap, my hands running through his hair. He sighed.

‘Ian. As always. But Garrett also brought booze. You know I can’t resist a nice cold beer. Those two idiots are probably still up in my room thinking I passed out somewhere. How was your sleepover?’ I rubbed his temples, knowing he got headaches when he drank.

‘It was okay, had some drinks too, courtesy of your sister. Hanna and Emily knocked out first and well you kno-.’ Suddenly the sound of someone walking by caught our attention. Jason shot up and stumbled a bit before helping me up. I held his waist to help him gain balance and he whispered to me to head back to the barn. That we’d talk the next day. With a swift kiss goodbye we went our separate ways. But, just as I got back to the door of the barn I heard a scream. I quickly made my way inside to see Emily, Hanna and Aria still asleep. Gladly I didn’t get caught by Spencer or Ali. I went back to my place on the large ottoman and curled up, hoping for Jason to have gotten back in one piece. He wasn’t as drunk or high as other times but, he still could continue through the night or worse, be pressured by Ian. God, I hated his “friends”. They only enabled him to fail at sobriety and I knew the truth behind their little club. Ian started it all with Jason when Ian took a photo of the girls and I in Emily’s bedroom. Creep.

An hour or so went by and I couldn’t sleep with all the thoughts running in my mind but, I kept my eyes shut. Spencer had come back but seemed a bit off, her breathing was ragged and stuffy. Like she had been crying or running. I wondered if Ali had gone back home or if she was coming back but, my question was answered when a loud crack of thunder woke us all up. Emily and Hanna huddled together while Aria “woke” me up.

‘Damn Y/n/n. You sure can sleep through anything.’ Spencer joked trying to lighten the mood and we all slightly laughed.

‘Where’s Alison?’ I finally asked and Spencer spoke up.

‘I think I heard a scream.’

That night marked a huge change in our lives and seeing how things were, my Uncle Byron and Aunt Ella decided it would be best to move to Iceland for a while, to get away. But now that we were back, things seemed way different. I hadn’t heard from Jason much after Ali’s disappearance. We kept in tough but after I was forced to move across the world, we decided it was best to be apart. I hoped he stayed sober but, I also knew the loss of his sister was taking a toll on him.

Aria and I had begun to unpack when Mike announced he was hungry. So Aria and I took my car that my mom had when she was my age, to a little dive bar/restaurant near Hollis College to get some burgers. When I waited for our order, Aria snuck off with this really cute guy who was apparently studying to be an English teacher. I let her have some fun while I contemplated texting Jason. Low and behold I folded.

‘Hey, I know it’s been a while since we last spoke but I figured a check in from our old spot in Rosewood could be cool? I just got back today and could sneak away from Aria for a few. If you’re up for it. Hope you’re doing well. xx.’

He read it almost instantly as if he had known I was thinking of texting him.

‘Welcome back to hell. I can meet you there in 10?’ I felt my heart skip a beat at the thought of seeing Jason after a whole year and quickly shot Aria a text letting her know what I was doing. During our time in Iceland I confessed to her about Jason and I secretly dating to which she was impressed but mainly saddened by and even wrote a modern day Romeo and Juliet based off of us. It was sweet, Jason had even liked it when I read it to him on one of our phone calls early on. He also felt proud that I was able to trust someone enough to talk about him with.

I drove the 10 minutes to the last secluded park where we had to start meeting after our bench had been compromised by the investigation and waited. A few minutes went by and I heard a knock on my car window. I shut it off and climbed out. He looked good, way better than he did when I left. Healthier, a bit more put together and like his face was hurting from smiling so much.

‘I don’t remember you being this bubbly. Are you sure you’re Jason DiLaurentis?’ I joked and he pulled me in for a hug. His signature cologne engulfed me in the most comforting way.

‘No more red streaks in your hair, you’ve grown up. You sure you’re Y/N Y/L/N?’ He responded and I playfully punch his arm. We walked over to the picnic table and sat down. We talked for what felt like hours but in reality was about half an hour until Aria texted me saying she had the food and was getting dropped off at home. I responded with an excuse she could give her parents and she said she’d have my back. I came back to the conversation at hand and decided to ask the big question.

‘Sorry about that, Aria was just letting me know she’d cover for me back at home. So, truth. How are you?’ I asked, his eyes saddening a bit knowing what I meant.

‘Well, i’m sober. A whole 9 months now. Still dealing with the whole Ali missing thing and just graduated from College. You?’ I felt his hand playing with my rings on mine and sighed.

‘Well, about to start Junior year of High School, still dealing with the whole Ali missing thing and now very proud of this guy I used to date. He was a bit of a mess when I left our hometown so, you know. Surviving.’ He chuckled nodding as I ended my response.

‘He was very broken up. I mean come on, not being able to see your gorgeous face for that long? It was criminal. Poor guy was torn up enough already. You just added to the mix.’ I took notice of how true his comment was, I had left him in a vulnerable moment.

‘Well, I tried to keep in contact with him but, didn’t know how else to help, I was grieving too. Just grieving in a different way and grieving him as well.’ He lifted my chin to meet my gaze.

‘You don’t have to grieve anymore love. He’s never given up that one day you’d make your way back to him. Believe me. He even thought about how if you didn’t come back soon, he’d have to go to Iceland to find you.’ His hand now cupping my cheek as my eyes glazed over with tears. Alison always did tell me she loved how I helped Jason become more human in her eyes. She had seen a change in him from when we started dating.

‘Well, I thought he would hate me for leaving. I know I had no choice but, I still wished I could’ve been there to help him, like always.’

‘Baby, listen to yourself. You were always there helping me. Even when you had to go. You called every day, texted all day long, checked in when you could. You did your part, it was just time for me to do mine and let you move on. I just hoped that if we really were meant to keep going, you’d eventually come back to me.’ At this point I was fully crying and listening to his grief and love pour out of him.

‘I did hound my Aunt Ella everyday in hopes of us coming back sooner. And look at us now. I don’t want to move on, I want us, I want to grow in life with you Jason. I wanna see you be the person you always dreamt of becoming and to let the past stay in the past, all the mistakes were just bumps in the road. You took control of your life, focused on yourself and I couldn’t be happier for you. You deserved to be free from those assholes you called friends.’ He placed his forehead to mine and pulled me into his lap.

‘Can I kiss you now? I’m dying over here.’ He whispered and I laughed nodding. At that moment, we were in bliss. Not knowing what was yet to come and how insanely twisted our lives would soon become. After our reunion we agreed on meeting up as much as we could and even heading to Philly for date nights. However until I turned 18, we had to stay under the radar for a bit. It was all rose colored glasses until the first text from -A. It was a picture of me in Jason’s lap and a whole album of pictures of us before Ali went missing. Who could’ve possibly gotten these?

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A/N: HIIII! IM BACK ON MY DELULU SHIT & HAVE FALLEN BACK INTO MY CHILDHOOD COMFORT SHOW PLL. LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE THIS A SERIES OR NOT, ALSO LMK WHAT ELSE YOU’D WANT ME TO WRITE ABOUT! LOVE YOU GUYS & HAPPY 2024!! 🩷🩷🩷

[thordottir45]

The Outlaw's Spirit

After a reveal gone wrong, whether intentional or not, Danny books it. Sam and Tucker have to stay behind in Amity to prevent Maddie, Jack, and the GIW from following their best friend. The trio is 16~17 or so at this point.

Jazz, being the best big sis that she is, has been taking college classes online to protect Danny. She helps the two destroy the Drs. Fenton lab before grabbing her go bag and getting out of there. She plans to start anew in a different city so that Danny can eventually join her. She's thinking Gotham, with the ambient ectoplasm, and high crime rates, it'll feel more like home than Star City, or Metropolis.

Danny, meanwhile, keeps running. He comes across a high-tech jet and hides in it, pulling a stowaway.

This jet is a Batplane, but is currently being used by The Outlaws for a mission.

Danny's ghost sense has no idea about how to react to Jason, so it causes him to cough, revealing his location to the group.

"B." Artemis instructs Bizarro with his nickname.

Bizarro moves in slowly, while Jason pulls out his guns, and Artemis her sword. Bizarro opens wherever Danny is hiding, revealing his black hair and blue eyes of his human form. Seeing the shaking teen, B gently pulls him out and 'restrains' him via hug.

Danny is freaking out at the sight of these out-of-the-norm people, and his ghost sense is triggering a coughing fit, aggravating whatever wounds he may have.

"One of your brothers?" Artemis asks Jason, despite keeping her guard up.

"Not that I know. What are you doing in here, kid?" Jason lowes his guns, but doesn't holster them, wanting to keep them in hand in case this kid is an enemy.

Danny, coughing, takes a closer look at the three surrounding him.

"Red Hood? Artemis of the Bana-Mighdall? Bizarro? What? Huh?!"

"Worry, we hurt you." Bizarro says soothingly.

Tensing, Danny prepares to use his powers, but Artemis explains what Bizarro means before he does.

"What are you doing in here, kid? You're hurt." Jason reiterates before noticing just how the boy is breathing other than his coughing fits.

Feeling safer with these three than he had with his parents in a long time, and with them all not being entirely human themselves, Danny is willing to explain some things, but not everything.

"My parents, they're scientists, they found out that I'm not entirely human... I had to run. I saw this jet, and it was a chance for me to get further away from them before they track me down."

"They can track you?" Artemis asks while Bizarro releases Danny, setting the teen down on a bench. Jason pulls out a med kit and sets it down next to Danny.

Jason then gets the Batplane into the air while the other Outlaws get to know the stowaway more.

Jason's inner bat wants to do so much research that he resembles the Replacement more than himself, but more of him sees himself in the kid and, as much as he loathes to admit it, pull a Bruce to take care of the much-too-thin teen.

Setting the autopilot to Gotham, Jason re-joins the discussion, noting that the kid's coughs get worse the closer he gets. Odd.

Bizarro and the teen have bonded over video games and movies, even with Bizarro's speech mannerisms.

Artemis, on the other hand, is patching the boy up, not offering much to the conversation other than clearing some things up for B.

"Course's set for Gotham. Figure we'll want Alfie to get some proper food in ya. Now, can you explain all the coughing?" Jason plops down across from the teen, keeping some distance to not make the coughing worse if his hunch is right.

Danny explains in the broadest terms for his ghost sense, that it can tell when people have died, and that Red Hood didn't come back right.

Tense, Jason's vision bleeds into green as he questions, "How?"

"I can tell because I didn't come back right, either..." Danny then tries to explain ectoplasm as glowing green goo, causing Jason to tense even more.

"Lazarus Waters."

"What?"

Taking off his helmet, the lenses of Jason's domino are glowing, "Lazarus Waters. They threw me in mostly dead, and I came out mostly alive."

"That shouldn't..." Danny tilts his head, thinking of the lessons from Frostbite on the nature of ectoplasm and what happens when it gets corrupted. All part of his training for taking the throne. "Huh. Sounds like you got a batch of the more corrupted stuff. With pure ectoplasm, it would bring you back fully, with few side effects."

"Ectoplasm?" Bizarro asks from Danny's right.

Explaining in more detail, since Red Hood is some sort of subject of his and needs help, time passes and soon the autopilot is landing the jet.

"Come on, kid. Let's get some food in you, then we can see what to do about the Lazarus Waters." Jason puts a hand on the door to the Batplane, opening it to reveal the Batcave.

Just something that was floating around in my head. Not sure if I'll continue it, it's unlikely.

[the-booty-crusader]

I want a fic where Damian is in the middle of his “cringy first OCs” phase.

He works day and night on his character who he thinks is the coolest thing ever.

His character’s name is Xendar, the Assassin Prince, Godslayer. He is stronger than Superman and Wonder Woman… combined! He could beat them with one hand… which he’ll have to because his other hand is A SWORD!

His mother is the daughter of the greatest villain in the world… but his father was a hero unlike any other!

And of course, Xendar has heterochromia and the coolest battle scars. Also, six wings and horns and a halo.

He tells his siblings about this.

Dick is confused. He doesn’t really get online culture, and especially not the online art culture. Why does he have six wings? That seems impractical. And shouldn’t he get a proper prosthetic instead of a sword arm? Aren’t horns supposed to be the broken remains of a halo? How does he have both???

Damian stops telling Dick about his characters.

Jason is delighted. The Red Hood, being the literary buff he is, immediately recognizes the self-insert. He can tell that there’s a lot of “early writer flaws” in the story but he gladly helps his little brother, this ending up being their first real bonding experience. He helps Damian with the worldbuilding, interpersonal relationships of Xendar and the flow of the story.

Damian appreciates this.

Tim’s eyes glaze over the moment Damian shows him the drawing. While Damian explains how Xendar, the Assassin Prince and Godslayer is next in line to the throne of the Demon King… Tim is getting lost in his memories of his Ao3 days. He suddenly realizes he never deleted his self-insert Batman & Robin fics. He realizes probably at least one of his family members knows— Bruce or Babs. His face slowly becomes redder as Damian talks about his masterpiece.

“That’s… really cool Dami. Uhm. I need to go.” Tim responds before scurrying off to go delete his Ao3 and Fanfiction accounts. Should he delete Tumblr just to be safe?

Damian scoffs. He wouldn’t expect Drake to understand anyways.

Tim understands better than any of his older brothers.

Now includes art of Xendar!

[wondersinwaynemanor]

that time when Diana visited the manor to discuss some "JL matters" with Bruce but the boys already knew. before she headed out, Alfred invited her for tea time with Bruce and the boys (he did this on purpose so that everyone can bond). Jason was sitting across Diana on the table. Tim thought Jason might pass out so he had to kick him from under the table just to keep his awareness in check.

Bruce - So boys..... *just to break the silence, it wasn't awkward but it was clearly there* anything you wanna say-

all four of them said in unison-

Dick- Is Diana moving in soon?

Jason- CanyousignmyWonderWomanmerchandise please??? (did he just say that in one breath????)

Tim- What's your favorite type of coffee?

Damian- Diana, would you like to do some fencing with me?

everyone's reactions were ALL over the place:

Dick laughed at Jason and repeated, "Fangirl, fangirl!"

Jason's cheeks became so red because Dick was so annoying and he wanted to punch him so bad.

Tim gave Diana an apologetic smile while thinking "I should be drinking coffee, not tea."

Damian gave Diana a challenging look but not the strong or disrespectful type, more on he's waiting for her response.

Bruce sighed and rubbed circles on the side of his head, feeling a migraine coming soon.

Diana just giggled and smiled to the boys affectionately.

Diana ended up teaching some sword fighting moves to Damian (Damian thought he knew everything but ofc Wonder Woman knew way better) ;

Diana ended up narrating to Tim the different types of coffee she had in years which Tim took notes of while sipping coffee finally ;

Diana ended up signing a few of Jason's Wonder Woman posters ;

Lastly, Diana didn't answer Dick but just asked him how the Titans were on the space mission last week.

At the end of the day, they all watched as the Wonder Woman flew and disappeared from their sight. The boys then avoided Bruce's eyes to avoid being lectured at so they walked back to the family room together. Even though the day ended quite well, Bruce still had a migraine and just let the boys be. Alfred gave more tea to Bruce for the migraine.

[YUPPP another wonderbat + batfamily bc why not???]

[spider-jaysart]

My friend @theredheaded-stuff showed me this panel of Damian carrying this giant sword around and then I just came up with this whole scenario lol😂

Damian just walking into the Justice League base with Bruce, while carrying his giant sword around like in the picture above, just shocking everyone in there with it

Clark: Bruce???? You just let him carry that around with him?????

Bruce: Well, it's what he wanted, so I said it was fine with me

Hal: ARE YOU SERIOUS???? JUST LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT THING!! HOW DOES HE CARRY IT AROUND WITH SUCH TINY ARMS????!!!

Damian, points sword at hal: DON'T CALL MY ARMS TINY!!!

Barry: DON'T HURT HIM!!!!

Oliver: ....Now I can see why my son Connor was begging me to let him get a giant sword last week. Good thing I said no to him CAUSE THAT WOULD JUST BE CRAZY JUST LIKE YOU RIGHT NOW!

Bruce: Hey! Don't tell me how to raise my kids!

Oliver: WHERE DOES HE EVEN PUT THAT THING WHEN HE'S TIRED OF HOLDING IT OR WHILE DOING SOMETHING???? IN HIS BACK POCKET????!!!

Bruce: You know what? Yes he does, CAUSE I BUILTED ONE FOR HIM! AND IT'S CALLED THE BAT POCKET!! And maybe if you would get your son a giant sword too, than maybe he would feel just as cool as my son right now, because just using arrows to fight crime is nothing new and it's just boring!!!!

Oliver: Take that back right now

Diana, suddenly walking into the room: (GASP!) OH MY! WHAT IS HE HOLDING????

Bruce, with his arms crossed in annoyance: A sword. Are you gonna start giving me some judgey comments about my parenting skills too?

Diana: Absolutely not! I believe it is one of the best choices for being used as weapons!! Let me see! (Runs over to Damian to get a better look)

Diana, examining it: Oh, it is just very marvoules!

Damian: Thank you

Diana: You've made the right choice setting him up with such a wonderfully and beautifully crafted sword that would protect him very well in combat! It is even big enough to destroy dangerous beasts during battle as well!

Bruce: Why thank you (looks at the rest of the League with a smirk)

Everyone else: ????

(Both Damian and Diana bond over their love for swords after this)

Damian showing it to Jon during a fight on patrol in Metropolis:

Jon: OMG! What is that?!

Damian: It's a sword, Corncob (=_=)

Jon: Well, yeah, I can see that for sure, I'm just wondering about how are you even carrying it???? And where did you get it from???!

Damian: Simple! I'm just that strong enough to carry it! And it was gifted to me! Now watch this!

(swings sword at a random tree behind him, making it fall on top of an incoming giant Lexcorp robot as he turns around to face Jon with a confident proud smile)

Jon, jaw dropped: (GASP!).... I'VE GOTTA ASK MY DAD TO GET ME ONE TOO!!!!

Damian: You should

Later:

Bruce, calling Clark: Clark? My son said that he left his Twizzelr pack at your house during a sleepover

Clark: What? Which one?

Bruce: We'll, he only brought one with him. They were specificly the red cherry Twizzelr's that he had with him-

Clark: No, I mean which son?

Bruce: The older one

Clark: Dick?

Bruce: No

Clark: You don't mean Jason than, do you?

Bruce: Of course not, I'm talking about my smaller one

Clark: Damian????

Bruce: No! Tim! How could you not know???? He was having a sleepover with Conner yesterday, remember????

Clark: I-....Ugh, It's just that I'm having a hard time focussing today since Jon keeps begging me and Lois to get him a sword after seeing Damian with it and I keep telling him no

Bruce: Get it for him

Clark: Absolutely not! He could hurt himself with it

Bruce: You and your son are both invulnerable, Clark, so I think he'll be just fine

Clark: I'm not getting him a sword!

Meanwhile with Jon:

Jon, flopping onto his bed with annoyance, talking to Damian on his phone: Aughhh! Damian, you wont believe it! My Mom and Dad won't let me get a sword! They say it's too dangerous!

Damian: -tt- Nonsense! It is a perfectly fine weapon to use in combat as long as you have enough training with it!

Jon: I know! It would just be so cool if I could have one! But they think that I won't be able to actually use it properly! Hmph!

Damian: Well, that stinks

Jon: Totally!

Damian:

Jon:

Damian:

Jon: Is it okay if I could maybe try out yours-

Damian: No, you're not touching my sword

Jon: :(

[stillcarmine]

Some scenes for that marvel au where Leo gets abducted by aliens like in guardians of the galaxy:

I think it'd be funny if Leo doesn't show up until the absolute last second, like the beginning of Mark of Athena and his crash landing is basically what kicks starts the war.

He'd have to have some contact with the rest of the seven for this to work, and Octavian probably spins it as the quest group harboring an enemy of the state or something.

Also this means that Annabeth would have taken his spot on the Lost Hero quest, which is kind of funny, because she'd be stuck with a emotionally and logically confused Piper and Jason, and we'd actually get some conflict stemming from the differences in Roman and Greek leadership.

They're all angry- Piper because he dad is in trouble, Annabeth because Percy's still missing and Jason because he can't remember a goddamn thing- and easily irritated and about one second away from exploding and eventually they all do.

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The Greeks probably make some generic ship for them to travel on, and maybe Leo upgrades it with alien stuff.

It's like. Glaringly obvious that Leo does not know anything about the mythical world.

He's actually been raised on stories of the Norse gods, so his knowledge base is inaccurate and misplaced, because like, the Norse gods on Earth are not the same as the Norse gods that he's heard about. But since none of the others know that there are terrestrial Norse gods, that doesn't come up.

So, they're trying to explain that no, the gods he's heard about aren't a thing, and Leo's like… squinting and fiddling with his fork before gesturing back and forth between the Romans and Greeks. "Okay, but y'all thought the Greeks didn't exist and the Roman's didn't exist until now so…"

No one wants to think about this on top of everything else, so they just let Leo believe what he believes. (He's right, sort of, anyway. Annabeth is not going to want to admit as much when she learns about what Magnus is up to lol)

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When they're discussing rescuing Nico from the jar, Leo looks side to side and asks, "Are they trying to pickle him or something?"

Hazel's about ready to kill him, but Frank is just like. very confused. "Like cucumbers?"

Leo shrugs. He's had a childhood of threatening to be eaten, so it isn't the largest jump in logic for him.

Anyway, since he's got no opinion about either camp, he isn't opposed to going after Nico, though he does pull out a holographic battle map and starts suggesting some strategies.

Annabeth and Frank are very reluctantly fascinated.

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Hazel and Leo are always commiserating or fighting over the bathrooms because Hazel's always sea sick and Leo's always throwing up from food poisoning because he's not used to earth germs.

He doesn't realize this is the issue and there's an unfortunate mishap where he tried to bond with Frank by offering him some of his snacks from space and... yeah, that was a bit of a setback on the making nice thing.

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Percy took one look at Leo's leather outfit and went "Ares."

He tries to let go of this prejudice.

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All the monsters they have to deal with are like, nothing compared to what's out there in the rest of the universe and Leo is deeply unimpressed by the creatures attacking them.

He doesn't have a bronze of gold weapons (and at least here that oversight makes sense).

At some point, they're fending off some beast and Leo just glances between it and the way the other demigods are fighting it with knives and swords and pulls a gun from his jacket.

It probably shouldn't work, but it's not bullets as ammo, instead some kind of energy beam doodad and the monster careens over a cliff side. Leo just leans forward to watch it fall and then goes "…cool." and walks off.

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Festus has still been running wild at camp this whole time and now he's like, sensing his future buddy and waylays the quest group before they leave the States. Maybe it happens when the Romans catch up with them and Festus unintentionally saves them/ buys them time to escape.

THIS GUY, Leo is impressed with.

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They don't realize what the storm or fire line means for the LONGEST just because Leo just never thinks about his fire. Like, he didn't tell any of them about it, he kind of came to think he had some kind of alien ancestry over the years and so it doesn't have anything to do with this mythic stuff in his mind yet.

Anyway, that means that Jason and Frank think it's about them (ayyy frason ) and that's just a whole big thing when Leo realizes what's going on. It would have been pretty interesting if the final outcome of the prophecy had come down to a decision made by both a Greek and Roman actually. Hm.

Anyway, with all of this in play, it might actually come down to Frank dying to stop Gaea instead of Leo, simply because the expectations were different, and that Leo doesn't have as strong of connection to this world or the rest of the seven. Which is an interesting take/explanation for Nemesis's warning to him about never finding a place with his brethren. Hm...

Anyway, either Leo dies, or Frank dies and Leo has to like. Actually, face reality because he's lost someone again and he blames himself for that death and he can't keep running, but it's not so simple because he doesn't know where or what home is.

He'd probably end up going back to space, but eventually he'd have to come back for his own peace of mind.

[justyourlocaldisaster]

jason grace headcanons

ahhh so i'm a forever jason grace stan so here are my personal hcs on him :)

he had like hardcore childhood trauma that never really got resolved

come to think of it he never even realized he HAD trauma

was like the "child prodigy" who secretly wished they weren't so talented

pansexual but SUPER closeted

had a teensy crush on leo

he didn't really like octavian much but they definitely bonded (at some point) over their love for teddy bears

secretly the sappy romantic kind of guy

definitely the clueless jock sweetheart archetype

retained some wolf mannerisms (angry growling, biting to show affection, etc.) from his time with Lupa and her wolves

before he lost his memories, he secretly enjoyed having Juno as his paetron; it was a small act of rebellion for him against his father

speaking of jupiter- he has hardcore daddy issues

used to crave jupiter's attention and approval but as he grew up he realized he'd never get it

his eyesight was always bad and he thought that was normal

he's actually a parallel to percy; percy is who he could've been in another life, with different circumstances

very socially awkward; he's used to fighting monsters, not making small talk

went through an emo phase when he was 12 (reyna will forever make fun of him for that)

spent his last moments feeling relieved, because him being dead meant he could finally lay down his sword and be at peace

[dc-and-arfrona]

Dried Tears

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Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Summary: Jason makes you cry.

Type: Angst

Masterlist

Word Count: 900+

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Jason Todd stood in the dimly lit room, his gaze fixed on the person who sat across from him. They had been engaged in a heated argument, words flying like daggers between them. Emotions ran high, tensions mounting with each passing second.

It wasn't Jason's intention to make them cry. In fact, he despised the thought of causing them pain. But in the heat of the moment, his anger and frustration got the best of him, and his words cut deeper than he had anticipated.

As the argument reached its peak, a single tear trickled down their cheek, their eyes glistening with hurt and sadness. It was a sight that struck Jason like a lightning bolt, instantly shattering his anger and replacing it with an overwhelming sense of regret.

Time seemed to stand still as Jason witnessed the impact of his words on them. His heart sank, guilt washing over him like a tidal wave. He had always prided himself on being protective, caring, and understanding. But in that moment, he had failed.

Without a second thought, Jason closed the distance between them, dropping to his knees in front of them. He reached out, gently wiping away the tear that stained their face, his touch filled with tenderness and remorse.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice laced with genuine regret. "I never meant to hurt you. I let my anger get the best of me, and I crossed a line. Please forgive me."

They looked into Jason's eyes, their expression a mix of vulnerability and uncertainty. They could see the sincerity in his gaze, the raw remorse etched on his face. They knew that Jason was flawed, like everyone else, but they also saw the goodness within him.

Tentatively, they nodded, their voice barely above a whisper. "I... I forgive you, Jason. But please, remember that words can leave lasting wounds."

Jason nodded, his grip tightening ever so slightly on their hand. "I promise," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll learn from this. I never want to see you hurt like this again."

From that moment on, Jason made a vow to himself to be more mindful of his words and actions. He understood that his temper could be a double-edged sword, capable of both protecting and hurting those he cared about. He was determined to harness his emotions in a way that would uplift and support them, rather than tear them down.

In the days and weeks that followed, Jason worked hard to mend the wounds he had unintentionally inflicted. He showered them with acts of kindness, love, and understanding. He listened to their fears, their insecurities, and their dreams, offering a steady presence and unwavering support.

Slowly but surely, their tears began to dry, replaced by smiles, laughter, and a renewed sense of trust. Their bond grew stronger, forged in the fire of their shared experiences and the lessons learned from their darkest moment.

Together, they navigated the complexities of their relationship, learning to communicate openly and honestly, embracing both the joys and the challenges that came their way. And through it all, Jason remained steadfast in his commitment to never make them cry again, cherishing their love and vowing to protect their heart at all costs.

"Jason, I... I can't believe you said those things," they choked out, their voice trembling with a mix of hurt and anger.

"I know, and I deeply regret it. I can't apologize enough," Jason replied, his voice filled with remorse. "I never wanted to see you in pain, especially not because of me."

"But why, Jason? Why did you let your anger consume you like that?" they asked, their voice filled with confusion.

"I wish I had an excuse, but the truth is, I lost control. I let my frustrations cloud my judgment, and I lashed out at you," Jason admitted, his voice heavy with guilt. "I'm working on my temper, but I have no excuse for what I said."

"I thought you understood me, Jason. I thought you knew how much your words could hurt," they said, their voice tinged with disappointment.

"You're right, and that's what makes this even worse. I should have known better, and I failed you," Jason replied, his voice strained with emotion. "I promise, from this moment on, I'll do everything in my power to make it up to you."

"But can I trust you, Jason? Can I trust that this won't happen again?" they asked, their vulnerability evident in their voice.

"I understand your doubts, and all I can do is show you through my actions. I'll prove to you that I'm capable of change," Jason declared, determination seeping into his words. "I love you, and I never want to see you hurt. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust."

Silence hung in the air for a moment as they contemplated his words. They looked into Jason's eyes, searching for sincerity, for a glimmer of hope. Slowly, they nodded, their voice softening.

"I want to believe you, Jason. I want to give us another chance," they said, their voice filled with cautious optimism. "But know that trust takes time to rebuild."

"I understand, and I'm willing to put in the effort," Jason affirmed, gratitude lacing his words. "Thank you for giving me another chance. I won't let you down."

And so, their journey towards healing and rebuilding began, one conversation at a time. Jason was determined to prove himself, to become a better person for them. Through open dialogue, sincere apologies, and a commitment to growth, they started the process of healing their wounded hearts and rekindling the love that had brought them together.

[aconitemare]

Jaydick, The Locked Tomb AU

After word of Jason Todd’s death, when night had already stretched out across the sky in a purple bruise, Dick had dragged himself from the manor like a bagged body, indifferent to the pain in his left leg and blood stickying his upper lip. Clumsily, he scaled the gargoyle he’d seen Jason scale a million times, perched himself there until Dominicus eventually rose over the horizon and bleached Gotham to the bone in white heat.

“A cavalier should never have to watch their necromancer die,” Alfred had told him apologetically at the time. Dick would have wheezed out a laugh right then, but his lungs felt like there was ash inside them.

“I didn’t have to,” Dick had said, pushing past him, on his way to see Bruce and find out whose rage had more teeth. Now, atop the gargoyle, with the answer that it was Bruce — it was always Bruce whose anger could swallow his own — Dick found that he hated himself more than he hated anyone else, anyways. His body had not stopped throbbing since he left the cave, but the punishment was unsatisfying. He wanted the pleasure of self-internment. He wanted the relief of being next to Jason again, where he belonged.

A cavalier should never have to watch their necromancer die. Dick didn’t even get the honor. He had been off-planet, convinced he was needed more elsewhere, unsure anyways what such a bond entailed with a necromancer so green, so—unplanned for, when Bruce took his protege out in the field and found his body cold and his spirit nowhere to be found.

One flesh, one end.

Against the bright assault of sunlight, hundreds of feet in the air, Dick squeezed his eyes shut and didn’t fall.

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“It just doesn’t make sense,” Tim repeated.

“Shh,” hushed Dick.

“Don’t shh me. You know his story doesn’t check out.”

Irritated, Jason clenched his fist around the lacrimal bone he had been inspecting. He felt it crunch into pieces. That was it. “Fucking—” he began, slamming his fist down onto the lab table. The bits of bone tumbled from his fingers onto the metal surface. He whirled around on his spectators. “Explain why he’s here again?” he said, flinging a hand out towards Tim.

“Tim?” asked Dick, blinking.

Tim pointed a finger at himself. “Me?”

Dick held his hands up his hands placatingly. It made Jason want to break them. “He’s just here to help, Jay,” Dick reassured in that soft voice he had been using since Jason had dug himself from the grave, went on a well-crafted and carefully rampage against Bruce that got him nearly blown up, and eventually dropped himself off on Dick’s porch looking a hell of a lot like roadkill.

“Also, he’s my cavalier. I have to be near him. It’s kind of the whole thing,” Tim drawled.

“Thanks, I’m familiar with ‘the whole thing.’ But either he’s my cavalier and you don’t need to be here, or he’s your cavalier and both of you can fuck out of my business,” explained Jason snappily.

Tim crossed his arms, unimpressed. “Bruce said we can share.”

“Oh my—”

Dick placed a hand on either side of Tim’s shoulders. “Hey, maybe you can find Stephanie and Cass, see if they need help with anything. Just for a little while, while Jason practices his bone magic.”

“He clearly needs help,” Tim insisted, gesturing towards Jason and his table of mostly crushed bones. Jason had never been super experienced with any sort of necromancy in his previous life, but bone magic was definitely new to him. He kept trying to multiply the bones, only to crush them into dust. Whether they were ground to a fine powder by magical means or his fists was 50/50.

“You clearly need my boot up your ass,” Jason fired back. “Or Dick’s rapier. Hey, unrelated, can I borrow your sword for something?” he said this time to Dick.

“Maybe another time,” Dick said, but he had said that a few times and never once meant it. The hilt of his cavalier-standard rapier remained sheathed at his hip, but he was starting to subtly shuffle Tim in the direction of the door, so small mercies.

When Dick had finally managed to escort Tim fully out of the room, and the large double doors of Wayne Manor’s third laboratory swung closed, Jason turned back to his work.

Dick folded his hands behind his back and meandered vaguely toward Jason, scripted casual. “So…anything I can help with?”

“Wow, yeah, could you take this toe and make it become an AK-47 complete with tiny toe bone bullets?” Jason said, oozing with sarcasm.

Dick stared at the little toe bone pinched between Jason’s forefinger and thumb. “Hm. Probably not. I could get you some water from the tap, though?” he offered.

Jason rolled his eyes. “Right. Yes, cavalier. Do my bidding. Bring me the water fresh with minerals and unfiltered bacteria. And don’t be fucking pokey.”

“Bottled water only kind of guy, got it,” Dick said, grinning. It was the same smile that Jason remembered from his youth, the kind of smile that got people excited, that rallied them. Jason’s mood soured further.

“Changed my mind. You can fuck off, too.”

Dick frowned. “Come on, Jay.”

“I have to concentrate.”

“I can help.”

“Right, yeah, because the magic I’m doing is so simple that even a cavalier could solve it,” Jason said snidely. He stiffened when Dick came close enough for their shoulders to nearly touch. “Look, I don’t need your help. I know we took an oath and you’re trying to be a good cav, but I died.” He powered through Dick’s visible wince at those winces. “Consider the oath null. Go play knight in shining armor to Drake. I spent enough time studying this necro shit on my own, without you or Bruce or anyone else — or that kid — patronizing me.”

“The oath isn’t null,” Dick spoke. His gentleness grated on Jason’s nerves. “And I’m not here to patronize. I’m here to serve you, until Bruce has decided whether I am still in your service or not.” Jason didn’t know it was possible, but the last addition made his heart sink. Until Bruce has decided. Of course, it wasn’t about the vow Dick had made to him; it was about Bruce and his final judgment. “You’re a unique case, Jason,” Dick continued. “No one has ever brought themselves back to life. That’s incredible. You’re — well,” Dick faltered, bringing a hand to the nape of his neck. “You’re unprecedented, at any rate,” he said with a small laugh.

“Glad to impress,” Jason said dryly. Using his hands as broom and dustpan, Jason brushed the pieces of the lacrimal bone into his open palm and closed his eyes, trying to focus. He imagined the rest of the skull in his mind’s eye, the cavernous sockets, the square mandible, the smooth cranium. He imagined the bits of bone fusing together and expanding, growing into something complete.

He was cut short by Dick interrupting him. “Hey, what bone is this anyways?” Without waiting for Jason to respond, Dick grabbed his hand and leaned in, trying to get a look at the particles. Before Jason could even open his eyes, he felt the weight in his hand heavy. “Whoa,” said Dick.

Lying in Jason’s palm was a fragment of a skull, starting at the frontal bone and ending at the maxilla.

[lyledebeast]

For @kijilinn since you got me started on watching new (to me!) Jason Isaacs content.

Since watching Sweetwater (2013) and Look Away (2018) over a couple of days, I've been reflecting on how Jason Isaacs' villains have changed over the years. While he certainly has played a variety of characters, and not all of them villains. Captain Hook from Peter Pan (2003) and Colonel Tavington from The Patriot (2000) have more in common with each other than with Dan from Look Away, Prophet Josiah from Sweetwater, and Dr. Volmer from A Cure for Wellness (2017), who likewise share several traits in common.

Hook and Tavington are, on the surface, a pair of campy, sword-wielding child killers, but if we look deeper, they are each singularly obsessed with one man (or boy) who has things they lack, and if we look deeper yet, they are both queer men whose peripheral relationship to society at large has left them anxious and resentful. With the last of these in mind, I'm tempted to throw Michael Ryan of Dangerous Lady (1995) into the mix even though he is not a villain. Of these three, Ryan is the one is most clearly attracted to men and hurt by them, though that is also true of Hook and Tavington to different degrees. Ryan was molested as a teenager by his mafia mentor, Tavington's father squandered the fortune he was to inherit, and Hook lost his hand in a fight with Peter Pan, all of which have redefined their connections to masculinity and to other men. They are all surrounded by men and unable to trust any of them. They all desire connection with and recognition from other men, particularly recognition as men. What allows for Hook's temporary triumph over Pan is that he has experienced adulthood and knows something of its pleasures as well as its pain, both things Pan will never know. Tavington could have ended Martin easily had he not insisted on making Martin acknowledge that he could. Ryan, having killed two of his lovers deliberately, is unwittingly killed by the man who infects him with AIDS. Ryan is definitely the outlier here as he is written to be sympathetic, despite his numerous crimes, while Hook and Tavington are fleshed out primarily through Isaacs' performance. He manages to make even flatly written characters feel human and even sympathetic.

As Hook, Tavington, and Ryan are all primarily interested in males, so their violence is primarily directed against them. Thus their relationships with men are very fraught, which is not the case in their relationships with women. In Ryan's case, the only consistently loving and somewhat healthy relationship he has is with his sister, the titular "dangerous lady" herself. Meanwhile, Hook and Tavington are completely indifferent to women (and girls) except where they can be used to manipulate the man/boy who is their true objects of desire. Intriguingly, Isaacs' straight villains also see women primarily as objects to manipulate for their own ends, even as a couple also believe they love women.

Dr. Volmer, Dr. Dan, and Prophet Josiah: oh, what can I say about these three? The first and most obvious commonality is that they are all fathers of daughters, and the second is that they all, to one degree or another, have incestuous desires for their daughters. The only one who attempts to act on that desire is Volmer, but Josiah's comment that Sarah "could teach [his daughter] how to fuck" hints that he might be interested in benefitting from that knowledge when she gets a little older. Dr. Dan--who, to his credit, is the only one of these three who is not a rapist--goes on "bonding dates" with his daughter maria and announces that he is giving her plastic surgery, of his choice, for her eighteenth birthday. He views women more as his artistic medium than as people. He left one of his twin daughters in the snow to die from exposure when she was born deformed, an act that haunts both the surviving girl and her mother. Like Volmer, Dan believes he loves his daughter, but what actually manifests in both cases is a selfish desire for control over women's bodies, medical and otherwise. At least Josiah is honest in his misogyny. When one of his men describes Sarah as a "female whore," he asks, "is there any other kind?" While I first interpreted this as implying that there are no sex workers who are not women--which has never been true, but that's a different point-- it could also imply that there are no women who are not sex workers. The second definitely fits Josiah's view of women generally. All of his converts are men except for his wives, and he has promised them wives of their own. That the women might not agree to being wives does not appear to have crossed his mind. Josiah is a collector of beautiful things: china, mahogany tables, and women, and, like the others, he sees little difference between them.

I wonder if it's a coincidence that Isaacs played the first three characters near the start of his screen career and the second group of three after he became a father himself. His first daughter with partner Emma Hewitt was born not long before filming on Peter Pan started; by the time he starred in Look Away, he had two daughters just a few years younger than his fictional one in that film. By then he was well established as a screen actor, and likely had greater ability to turn down roles that did not appeal to him. It's also possible that the new worldview parenthood brings about led him to rethink who the real villains in our society are. Even the most fantastical of these three, Dr. Volmer, exudes the kind of cold, cruel, selfish misogyny with which so many girls and women have to contend in their medical treatment even today. And it is by no means rare for a girl's first experience of misogyny to come from her own father.

I want to end this depressing meta by acknowledging that the first father Isaacs played after becoming one in real life is also, from my limited knowledge, the best. George Darling tries to suppress his natural gentleness to become the kind of stern, decisive, powerful Victorian father his sister urges him to become for his children's sake, but, fortunately, he fails. The best thing by far about this version of Peter Pan is its assertion that a father who can connect emotionally with daughters and sons alike is far better than one that cannot.

[iden-summers]

The comedy potential of Percy Jackson/Magnus Chase crossover fanfiction is endless.

Percy and Samira having Horses as their nephews

Frank and Alex shapeshifting around together and hyping each other up over their sweaters

Magnus and Will glowing for no particular reason

Magnus and Percy talking to horses and fish and whatnot

Blitzen criticizing Piper's outfit

Hearthstone and Nico realizing that they have the same macabre humor and start to prank each other

Hazel and Hearth magicking around, and everyone stays clear of them while they do that or else they'd get a headache

Blitzen trying to make Nico wear something with color, until Nico puts on a leopard print tracksuit jacket from Mister D and a ruby diadem from Hazel just to shut Blitzen up

Leo and Alex building tiny automatons together who can do the Macarena and other dances just because.

Annabeth and Samira watching Magnus and Percy doing something stupid with absolutely no intention to stop them

Blitzen needing new sunprotective gear and Nico lends him some.

Percy and Magnus showing off "their" shapeshifters. (Frank can turn into a Lion! Yeah well Alex can turn into a grizzly bear!) And Frank and Alex just turn into honey badgers and chase the idiots around

Magnus asking Chiron if he is related to Loki

Jason and Sam playing tag in the air for no reason at all besides they can

Percy introducing Tyson and Ella as "My little brother and his pretty cute girlfriend" and then there is that two meter tall fully tattooed cyclops and a red harpy who can't flirt with each other without both blushing

Annabeth being done™ with Magnus and Percy. She had hoped her cousin and her boyfriend would get along well, but not THAT well

Leo and Alex prank war. Do I have to say more? I do not think so.

Percy and Magnus arranging "playdates" for their swords

Nico and Hazel sniffing out which of the group are dead and in Valhalla, and which are still alive.

Nico and Alex bonding and scaring the shit out everyone (they are both runaways with shitty parents who got violently outed and try to own their inherited gifts like shadow travel and shapeshifting)

[themurderofcrowscollective]

Alright, I was asked for more protective Damian so here we go! This is for you, @bruciemilf! In case you're wondering where this inspiration also came from, check out the og post right here!

When Damian first arrived at the mansion, as angsty and vicious as ever, he was insufferable for a bit due to how protective he was over Bruce. He didn't trust anyone else in the mansion but Alfred managed to get his trust a bit faster since he's just like his dad. One wrong look at Bruce and you'd be stuck in a chokehold or have a sword's blade at your neck. Years later on, Damian has a profound trust bond with Dick as he grew more closer to everyone else and in a way, became more of Bruce's son than just his blood son. Sure, he'd also call Bruce 'Baba' (which we all collectively headcanon now) and believe that he'd be okay with Bruce around. That wasn't the case when he got wounded so bad and was fighting off the tears while he was getting stitches from Alfred. At that point he just wanted his Baba to comfort him in his time of need, but he didn't want to see Dick yell at him for letting him get hurt and he didn't want to see his Baba close in on himself and walk away solemnly. He just wanted his Baba. When Bruce left the room, he watched Dick freeze in his place while expecting him to run and apologize before Bruce did anything on depression-driven impulse but Dick didn't. He didn't do anything to fix this. Dick damaged his baba and Damian knew that his father meant a little bit more to him than Dick so he froze only for a moment, letting his tears fall. Once his stitches were wrapped in bandages, he asked Tim to find Bruce asap while ignoring Jason ranting and yelling at Dick for what he did. He just wanted his baba back. You can imagine the heartbreak in his eyes when Tim tells him that he went to visit Dr. Fate. Damian knew what his Baba was going to do but he was in no condition to move to stop him, so in his tears that returned, he glares at Dick so coldly that you could feel a chill go down your spine and he says, " I hope you're happy. " Once the timeline was rewritten and no one knew Bruce Wayne, Damian was a special case in this new timeline. He knew Bruce Wayne was his father and Bruce Wayne knew that Damian was his child, but the years of bonding and loving each other was erased and they were cold and distant from each other. Damian reverted back to being a blade and Bruce reverted back to being a broken man mourning the deaths of his family long before he even met Dick. Even bound by blood, they meant nothing to each other but Damian still protected him and shot glares at everyone who came too close. His coldest glares were saved only for Dick who knew he did something wrong, but the two never figured out why. As for the dreams of the Bruce they knew, Damian only became more cold and angry towards Dick but for his father, he never broke out a fight or try to kill Dick. He just knew how to make him wish he was dead by simply doing nothing and never responding to him. And boy did Dick wish for death. Once the timeline was reverted back to the way it was, Dick didn't want to go back to face Bruce at the bridge. He just wanted to stay in his apartment and stay hidden but he didn't expect the tiny terror to knock down his door and demand that he goes to Bruce and apologize. Was Damian in tears? Oh yeah, but he was angry. Really angry. The whole time they went to where Bruce was, Damian felt relieved that Clark was with him to comfort him but he was so close to aim a knife at Dick's neck to make him get out of the car. Luckily he didn't resort to that. Instead he let himself be a child and run to his baba, crying and clinging to him before he was lifted up and held so tightly. Like father like son, they sobbed together. Dick knew he fucked up and really needed to apologize and so he did, without Damian shooting a glare or anyone else who arrived to shove him forwards, he just did it on his own. Afterwards, for weeks on end and even after the wedding, Damian never left Bruce's and Clark's side. He kept sleeping in their bed together, spent more time with the two and slowly but surely built a bond with Clark.

[hadeslegacyhephgirl]

I'm fading away, anchor me with your light

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Percy Leo Maria Bianca

The names swirled around him, stabbing. A re-opening of wounds. Achlys stood, hunched, watching, a cold smile gracing her twisted, sobbing features. "So much misery- a perfect specimen"

Nico wanted to scream. He couldn't. His throat was closed and tears refused to come. All he could do was thrash at the smoky name-bonds, as they cut and bruised him, over and over.

"And yet- and yet-"

Faster than he thought possible, Achlys was right there, latching onto his chest and pulling back to reveal anther smoke-name

Will

"No."

Nico thrashed harder. He wanted to scream, to cry, to kill Achlys where she stood.

"Another one, hmm? How much longer will he last until he cracks too? How long 'till he realises that your mine, unlovable and perfect in misery? Tell me, my dear, can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?"

Everything went black, but echoes remained and they were stabbing him and there was no-one who loved him and he was being shaken and it was a monster- a monster - and his fingers were digging into flesh - wait. Flesh?

Nico opened his eyes to a mop of blonde hair and a face set in a grimace of pain. He let go of Wills arm and rolled off the bed, avoiding looking at Will. He was still frustrated at the nightmare, and all the dread and worry and anger bottled up directed itself to both himself and Will, the only living things in the Cabin

"Sunshine?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Nico knew he was being sulky, but right now, he couldn't care less

"Sunshine" "What?" "We agreed that we wouldn't do this anymore"

Nico's anger exploded

"Oh, WE don't do this anymore do we? We talk about things, do we? We eat three square meals, we get the proper amount of sleep, we go to training, we don't practice self harm?

No. WE don't, Will, I don't. And I'm SICK of EVERYONE trying to CHANGE me so it just suits THEM better. I'm sick of it! Take me as I am or leave. And DON'T EVER CALL ME SUNSHINE AGAIN!"

Nico ran out, not thinking to grab his jacket or his sword, disregarding all thoughts except for get away.

He found himself at his personal favorite spot. A secluded clearing on a hilltop, surrounded by boulders.

A tree had fallen in the middle of the clearing, providing a hiding spot that Nico took gladly, collapsing behind it, facing toward the inky black forest, curled into himself against the cold air and icy grass, sobs racking his body

Well done Nico. You just lost Will. Just when he was beginning to be your friend. What hope do you have with him?

Nico cried harder, untill all he felt was empty and all his tears were gone, simply laying there, drained of everything except exhaustion and sadness.

Eventually the first streaks of light began to grace the sky Taunting him.

A crunch of footsteps.

A voice

"Sunshine?"

Will climbed over the log. Of course it was Will.

Will crouched and ran a hand over Nico's arm. Nico was too tired to register the flutter of his heart. Too drained to muster anything but exhaustion and vague sadness as Will pulled him up, still curled into a ball and wrapped him in a blanket that he had magically produced from his pocket.

Will sat and pulled Nico into his lap, cradling Nico against his chest.

"Jason said you might be out here. Well. Either here or at - well- you know."

Bianca's grave The words hung unspoken

Nico sniffled and curled deeper into Wills chest, inhaling the warmth that Will constantly emitted.

Wonderful Apollo powers

He was too tired to insult Will right now.

"You wanna talk about it?"

It was a few seconds before Nico spoke, his voice frail and cracked in the cold pre-dawn air

"It's just- everyone I love- leaves me- and- I just- I can't- don't want to lose you too-" Nico felt Wills arms tighten around him, and a ghost-like kiss pressed to his forehead "I'm not going anywhere Sunshine. Promise" "You can't- make that sort of promise-" "Well, the world can change its rules, 'cause I just did"

At that, Nico broke down again, sobbing into Will's jumper, shudders racking his small frame.

"I-I'm s-sor-rry" "Shh, you don't have to apologise, it's okay. Shh" Will continued to whisper reassurances, rocking them back and forth slightly, brushing Nico's hair.

Soon, Nico's sobs had turned back to sniffles and the sun had finally peeked out from the horizon, illuminating the forest below, making the dewdrops shine in the dawn light.

Will finally broke the silence

"We should get back. Before- you know, they start to worry"

Nico nodded. Will scooped him up and began the long trek back to camp.

Nico buried his face in Wills shoulder, closing his eyes. The steady heartbeat in Wills chest and the slight even rocking of Wills steps soon sent the exhausted demigod to sleep.

[constellama]

Both six of crows and pjo are rotating around in my head like a rotisserie chicken so I was thinking what it would be like if The Crows met The Seven (including some other characters)

!! Spoilers for both the Six of Crows duology and the pjoverse !!

Also disclaimer it’s been literally years since I’ve read any of the riordanverse so I’m going off of solely my memory here bear with me

Jesper joking around with Percy and Leo like cmon they would all be such good friends

And knowing how excited Jesper was with Sturmhond’s flying ships, he’d probably think the Argo II is the coolest thing ever

That’s where this is taking place actually I’ve just decided. Let’s put all these traumatized teenagers on a giant ship and see what happens

Wylan and Leo talking about explosives, need i say more

Wylan and Annabeth talking about architecture and Wylan showing Annabeth his sketches of the Ice Court

I wanna say Kuwei and Leo would also get along, since yk, fire powers and they both know science things. Leo keeps getting called an Inferni and it sounds cool to him so he doesn’t say anything

I don’t know why but I feel like Kaz and Percy wouldn’t really like each other (at first)

Kaz probably respects Percy a bit more though after learning that Percy literally fell into Tartarus for Annabeth and they made it through alive

Either that or he wouldn’t believe it

He’d also try to steal Riptide just to look at it after seeing it turn into a sword. It keeps returning to Percy’s pocket which confuses Kaz even more. After Kaz finds out just what’s up with Riptide though, he continues stealing it just because he can. He knows it’ll go back to Percy’s pocket but Kaz needs to be dramatic ok

Just “where did my pen go this time—?” “THIS pen?” “Damnit Brekker—”

Jason and Matthias would be friends, the stoic blond dudes who are incredibly loyal to the places they grew up in. They’d both be talking about wolves and growing up with them. Oh and they also have one other thing in common I’ll let you guys guess that one 😁😁

Nina being a big sister to Nico bc let’s be honest they’ve both been through a lot and hello?? Raising the dead??

Kaz would be somewhere off to the corner avoiding talking to anyone and maybe just maybe he’d see Nico, the boy with hurt in his eyes who reminds him a little too much of himself when he was younger

Wait I just had the sudden image of Kaz and Nico bonding over card games excuse me while I cry

OUGH WAIT THEYVE BOTH LOST OLDER SIBLINGS TOO HOLD ON

Kaz being haunted by his memories of Jordie 🤝 Nico being haunted by his memories of Bianca

Piper and Nina sharing beauty tips and braiding each other’s hair :>

Annabeth showing Inej her dagger bc oooo knives

Wait I just realized they both have daggers/knives either made of bones or having a bone handle

Frank turning into a wolf and Matthias being really excited

The Crows tripping up and accidentally calling Percy a Tidemaker (multiple times) He doesn’t know what it means but hey it sounds cool

Hazel doing things with her mist magic and Kaz being so incredibly baffled bc what do you mean it’s just magic. No there’s a trick behind it how did you do that

Frank turning into a crow and Kaz internally fanboying just a tad bit

Jesper and Hazel can both do cool things with metal and rocks and stuff so I think Jesper might call her a Fabrikator they’d exchange some knowledge about it or smth

Frank lowkey losing his mind bc one Leo was bad enough but now there’s Jesper ?? (/lh)

Kaz and Annabeth being the schemers/planners and leading their groups. Don’t know if they’d get along or not, what with Kaz’s,,, methods

I also think The Seven trying to explain the gods being real would go horribly wrong. Kaz would just snort and be like “yeah and I have two good legs”

Ough don’t even get me started on all the parental issues literal everyone has here

Except for like. A select few that have stable relationships with their parents

Colm Fahey helping his children commit crimes 🤝 Sally Jackson and Paul Blofis fighting off monsters that one time in The Last Olympian

I literally can’t think of any more, feel free to mention any interactions you think would happen :D

[writtenjewels]

One Thousand Ways

The repository was home to many different stories. It was his job as curator to watch over them all. “Watch” being the key word; he was not to interfere. And as he watched, he found something interesting. He remembered a phrase: constants and variables.

In stories where Jason and Salim existed together, the Curator saw certain constants emerging. There was almost always some conflict between them at the start.

Jason stiffened when he saw the dryad at his private oasis. He bristled, needles sliding out of his skin to prepare to fight. The date palm dryad saw him and instead of flinching away from the needles, merely held the cactus nymph's gaze.

Salim held his weapon at the ready but he didn't move to strike the vampire standing before him. All of his training as a hunter told him to attack this creature but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not when he could still see humanity in those eyes.

He rushed in to find Nick with an enemy soldier. Jason immediately pointed his gun at the man, who pointed a gun right back. They shouted threats at each other while Nick desperately tried to diffuse the situation.

Something would draw the two men together despite all the odds.

Childish handwriting detailed seemingly impossible qualities: tall, dark, and handsome; speaks more than one language; tells dumb jokes. Jason fed the fire and chanted the words along with his sister. There was no way this love spell would actually work.

He knew all the stories about the cursed one, but Salim couldn't worry about them now. Zain had gone missing and Tariq said they were near the castle last he saw his friend. Salim had no choice but to cross the barrier and somehow rescue his son.

The assault was over but Jason lost track of his team. He could hear someone coming and raised his weapon just in case. A figure stepped out and he realized he recognized this man: it was one of the Iraqi soldiers. The one he and Nick captured temporarily. Salim, his memory supplied.

The two men would grow to trust each other and see beyond the initial hatred. They didn't always fall in love, but even in the stories where they didn't there was a close bond. And there was something else, a motif that followed them in their stories.

Jason was appointed Salim's bodyguard, acting as a shield against attackers... Salim found a fire poker and brandished it like a sword... Salim as a knight, wielding a sword in battle... Jason as the moon with a polished shield reflecting light to the world... Jason keeping his emotions at bay to shield himself... Salim with a pen in hand claiming how it was mightier than a sword... Salim as the fighter, Jason as the protector... Safety, healing...

“We must fight as one,” Salim insisted. “The sword and the shield.”

The Curator watched them live together and die together; he was witness as only one made it out alive to mourn the other's loss. Their stories played out in a thousand different ways and more. In his line of work, the Curator didn't use words such as “destiny”. However, he couldn't find one more fitting to describe these two men.

And he knew that in the next story, the two would find their way to each other again.