#I’m bringing blonde Jason back in my au as a new character

[roseandgold137]

Jason Todd for the meme would be fun since we endured horrors of face on helmet and pill head Morrison look and the art of him in DCeased...

Idk if that’s a popular comic design bc while I do know some Jason comics idk which ones are popular per se,,,, I just typed ‘popular Jason Todd comic” and clicked on images lmao. Also never letting people forget blonde Jason he’s my baby

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Bloody Valentines

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Young Justice 98, Titans, GL Corps, Legion of Super Heroes, Flashfam, New Gods, Shadowpact, Superfam

Summary: 90s vampire slasher AU

Chapters: 9/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Joseph Wilson, Jason Todd, Charley Parker, Zatanna, Eddie Bloomberg, Daniel Cassidy, Chester Williams DC, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Lilith Clay, Raven Roth, Kole Weathers, Bette Kane, Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jenni Ognats, Bart Allen, Virgil Hawkins, Richie Foley, Ayla Ranzz, Zoe Saugin, Rol Purtha, Darla Aquista, Lori Zechlin, Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan II, Orion DC, Lightray DC, Jonathan Lane Kent, Conner Kent, Mia Kent, Roxy Leech, Kara Danvers, Chris Kent, Thara Ak-Var, Match DC, Thaddeus Thawne

Relationships: DickJoey, Daniel Cassidy/Zatanna, DonnaRoy, Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins, Raven/Lilith Clay, Lightrion, MatchThad

Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator(s), Vampires, No Capes AU, 90s Slasher AU, Homoeroticism, Horror, Slasher

Chapter Nine: The First Blood (Laney's POV)

Kara wanted to take us on a family trip like the El family did in the old country. Mom and Dad were out of town with Jon, so it was my sister, my brothers, their partners, and me. My little brother, Chris’s girlfriend from the Kryptonian cultural club at his high school. They’re old-fashioned, cute high school sweethearts. Sugary-sweet and almost nauseatingly innocent. They’ve been friends since they were twelve, and this is their first real trip as more than friends. I was surprised her parents let her go, but our family was famous back home in Krypton. 

Conner didn’t bring a date, but he did bring Roxy. She saved his life when he needed a kidney a few years ago. Now, Roxy’s our honorary sister. She also happens to be a cop. Or a cop in training. They whispered the whole car ride about something, but I couldn’t hear. It seemed like they were arguing. 

Match came with his weird little blonde boyfriend. He came out to Mom and Dad last year, so we couldn’t judge his partners. Between you and me, I don’t think anyone would mind him dating boys if he didn’t pick such strange guys. Oh… His boyfriend’s name is Thad. And I know we call my brother Match or whatever, but his name is Max. Match is just a nickname. His boyfriend’s given name was Thaddeus. I’m not judging the guy, but he could’ve been more friendly when he met us.

Kara, Mia, and I didn’t bring anyone, which was nice. We took turns driving, but Roxy had to take over for good after sunset. She was the only one who could see in the dense darkness and the rain. The rest of us wore glasses. And in Thara and Chris’s case, they were too young to drive. Roxy wasn’t the safest driver, so I sat in the back with the kids, and they fell asleep on either side of me. I nearly nodded off before Roxy hit something with the station wagon. I heard a whine or a screech, and Conner gasped awake. “What happened?” I asked. 

“Conner, I think I hit something—.” 

“I’m Laney,” I answered. Oh, yeah. Match, Conner, and I are identical triplets. I don’t feel like we’re that identical. Conner always kept his hair curly and had earrings. Match is bulkier than both of us. And me… I almost lost complete sight in my left eye after a fight our sophomore year, so it was duller and weaker than my right one. “What’d you hit?” I was almost angry because it scared me awake. 

“I don’t know. I’ll get out and see—.” 

“It’s pitch black out there. I’ll get out and look,” Conner interrupted. I climbed from the backseat and followed Conner out. Conner covered his mouth and turned away. 

“Don’t throw up,” I warned him. Conner was the most sensitive of the three of us. He cried at movies and lived for the sake of romance while being the coolest of us. But he was no help when it came to things like this. “Conner, look at me. Do not—.” Conner gagged. “Stop.” 

“It’s still alive,” Conner whimpered. 

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Go get Match,” I replied. Conner obeyed. I was the oldest of the three of us. It was me, then Conner, and Match. Match was a surprise. Match got out of the car and gave me a pair of gloves. “What are—?” 

Match put his gloves on and pointed toward the injured animal in the road. I followed him. When we approached the animal, a car stopped in the middle of the road and offered to help. “No, thanks! Can you get around?” I asked. He nodded and got in his car. “Come on, Match. We gotta move this dog out of the road—.”

“No… Coyote,” Match whispered. I took my pocket knife out and shut my eyes. I had to do it a few times before when we were kids. I didn’t like to talk about it. “Laney?” 

“I’m okay. Let’s get it out of the road,” I commanded. We carried it to the side of the road, took off our gloves, and got in the car. Conner glanced at us and pressed his palms to his eyelids. “Don’t you dare throw up in this car.” I didn’t like vomit… Okay? 

“Was it quick?” Conner asked. 

“Yeah. Let’s go,” I answered. Roxy nodded and kept on the path to our cabin. Match and Thad got the master bedroom. The girls shared a room, and I shared a room with Conner and Chris. Our room had three beds, so we didn’t have to share one. I went straight to bed, but the thunderstorm woke me up. Actually… Chris woke me up. He shoved me awake. Chris didn’t mean to be rough. He was always unnaturally strong for a little kid. 

“What’s the matter?” I whispered. 

“Well—. Laney, can I—?” Chris jolted when lightning struck, and I nodded. 

“Get in. It’s okay,” I replied, “It’s alright.” He lay his head on my shoulder, and I kissed his forehead. I wasn’t soft with anyone but him. “Hey, it’s okay. One-one-thousand… Two-one-thousand. Three-one-thousand. Four-one-thousand—.” Thunder and lightning. Chris turned toward me. “It’s alright. Lay down. I’ve got you.” 

Chris scrunched down in the bed. It wasn’t until he closed his eyes that I realized… Conner wasn’t in his bed. “Chris? Christopher? Christopher, where’s Conner?” I asked. 

“I don’t know… Conner was leaving when I woke up,” Chris whispered, “I thought he had to go to the bathroom or somethin’.” 

“Alright… Well, I guess Conner will be back in a little while,” I replied, “Go on. Go to sleep.” 

I lay awake, waiting for Conner. It was almost thirty minutes before Conner returned, soaking wet. “Conner? Conner, what the hell are you doing?” I asked. I was careful not to wake Chris.

“I don’t—.” Conner shivered, and I left the bed to look for a towel to wrap around him. “I don’t remember. Laney, don’t tell anyone, please.” 

“I won’t… Go shower and put something warm on,” I commanded. There was a time when Conner was the confident one. I don’t know what happened to him, but I miss the bubbly person he used to be. He was still the same old Conner to everyone else, but they don’t know him like I do. It’s fake. Something changed when we were teenagers. 

Oh! The sleepwalking. That was new. Conner started climbing out of bed in the middle of the night a few weeks before our trip. We lived together, so I knew his comings and goings. He didn’t want anyone to worry about him because the one thing you don’t want to be in a family with six kids is the kid with issues. To be fair, though… We were born with our fair share of problems. 

No one thought we’d make it when we were born. We were misdiagnosed with a terminal illness, poked and prodded for years until a doctor found out what was wrong. It was rare but treatable… Which meant the years of painful tests and hospital stays were pointless. We came out of it okay, but there was permanent damage for all of us. It messed up my central nervous system, and sometimes I shake. I don’t know why, but I do. Conner’s kidneys were fucked… And Match. He died and came back. He had it the worst. When he was dead, he ended up with permanent brain damage. Or at least we think it’s permanent. Match had years of speech therapy before he could form sentences again… And even then, it’s no more than two or three words at a time. Anyway… I waited for Conner to return from his shower. I made him sleep beside me. I didn’t make a fuss because he was upset, but I insisted quietly. Conner wrapped his arms around my right arm. I wouldn’t have slept if he didn’t.

[starrybouquet]

Ma'am pls I need to know about that sg1/pjo thing you so casually mentioned.. like you cant just drop that on us with no explanation >:/

thank you @spacey-iris for waiting so long for this answer!!! And, here we go...

OMG OKAY HEAR ME OUT BECAUSE THIS IS MY FAVORITE FANDOM IDEA I HAVEN'T SPEWED ON THIS BLOG YET

Full disclosure: in middle school I was Percy Jackson OBSESSED. Writing this post is bringing back memories...ahhh, the good old days before Blood of Olympus came out and I swore off HOO forever...

Going through it carefully, I seriously wonder if Rick Riordan was watching Stargate when he started creating this world. It's no wonder I love Stargate now.

Jack O'Neill = Percy Jackson

I mean, c'mon! It couldn't be more perfect! Both of them are smartasses, have decided it's their life work to act dumb even though they're actually smart as hell. Both of them have ADHD and are VERY fidgety. Jack's a lot more tragic than Percy, because he's fifty instead of sixteen. But they act exactly the same, are loyal to a fault, and wayyyyy too humble. Not to mention they both fall in love with blonde geniuses who laugh at their stupid jokes and are driven NUTS by their dumb acts! Totally the same person.

Sam Carter = Annabeth Chase

I mentioned this already a little. But again, could they be more similar?! Both geniuses who are unafraid to show their smarts. Badass in a fight, and ALSO the person who will draw up a plan to save the world. Both have slightly inept fathers and absent mothers. Both are a little confused when it comes to love, and both of them are tomboys. Plus, they look similar? Like, Annabeth could literally be a teenage Sam Carter? Okay. I'm done.

Daniel + Teal'c = Grover + Tyson

This part isn't quite as perfect, but the combination of Daniel and Teal'c still manages to give off the exact same effect as Grover and Tyson? Daniel's got Grover's clumsiness, Grover's penchant for trouble, but Tyson's innocence. Teal'c has Grover's wisdom and the whole "outsider" perspective Grover and/or Tyson often bring, but he also has Tyson's giant-strongman thing going for him. They both love food in the same way Grover and Tyson love food (okay, now I want a fic where Teal'c tries to eat Louis XVI furniture).

Janet = Thalia

You KNOW I'm right. Same no-nonsense attitude, same attitude towards Jack/Percy. Annabeth and Thalia are besties, Janet and Sam are besties. Okay, Thalia is taller. But with her ability to command the infirmary, Ms. Napoleonic Power Monger could totally pass for a child of Zeus, right?

Hammond = Chiron

I think this one is obvious? Very tired mentors/grandpas who never, never get any time off and have to deal with the fallout of ALL the shenanigans. At least Hammond isn't stuck in a wheelchair outside of the SGC.

Miscellaneous thoughts

does that make...Frank Cromwell...Luke Castellan??

I NOW WANT TO MEET JACK'S MOM MORE THAN EVER IT IS A CRIME WE NEVER GOT TO MEET HIS FAMILY

OH MY GOD IS JUNIPER SHA'RE THAT IS HEARTBREAKING

clarisse is totally maybourne

oh my god walter and siler are connor and travis stoll

Chain Reaction = that early part of Sea of Monsters where Chiron is gone and the camp is just NUTS

who from SG-1 is Zoe Nightshade? idk

Percy is about the right age to be Jack's kid. Oh my god Percy could be Charlie.

Does that make Sara equivalent to Rachel?!

Pete just doesn't exist. Because I don't think Annabeth ever dates anyone else? I like this reality

FUCK SILENA IS MAKEPEACE

Bekendorf (i know i am spelling his name incorrectly, i have not cracked the spines on these books for at least five years, cut me some slack) but anyway he could be...someone who dies...hmm...oh i know! kawalsky!

And - quite obviously - there's a lot of personal parallels for me here too. I absolutely HATED how HOO took advantage of the original characters, and then made fun of them/destroyed their characterization (ahem, ANNABETH). I know lots of people loved HOO more, but for me the last two books especially ruined the characters. Not to mention they kept dangling Percy and Annabeth in front of our noses and then made us read about people who were not them. Funnily enough, 5 PJO books + 5 HOO books = 10 books total! Guess what has 10 seasons? That's right, SG-1! And guess what I refuse to acknowledge the last two seasons of, because said seasons destroyed characterization? Oh look, it's Stargate SG-1!

Speaking of that - if I'm running with the parallel then Landry could be Coach Hedge. And Mitchell can be Fucking Jason Grace--huh, that works well. And I think Vala can be Leo - aka the only one I liked of the new characters! :D

GUYS I NEED TO REREAD THIS NOW

I NEED TO WRITE SAM AND JACK'S KID READING PERCY JACKSON

SELF-INDULGENT PERCY JACKSON AU TIME

[winryofresembool]

Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 13

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: Calypso meets Jason (domestic moments part 3)

A/N: I wrote a little longer rant on ao3 but let me just say that bless au:s. The fact that I can progress things my own way keeps me want to continue this fic. 

I hope you guys enjoy, and remember that I cherish every comment I get! (Ps. some drama is coming, let’s just enjoy the fluff for now!)

Characters in this ch: Calypso, Leo. Jason, Piper

Words: 2021

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

previous chapter / next chapter / AO3

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Calypso and Leo didn’t have time to recover from the electric moment before there was already a knock on the door. After Leo opened the door and greeted the newcomers, they soon noticed Calypso still standing near the kitchen counter with a tint of red on her face. Piper, who had already met her, just waved her hand happily as a greeting, but Jason stepped closer, offered his hand to her and said: “So, you must be Calypso. I’m Jason, the one who used to live in your room.”

“Y-yes, Leo mentioned that,” Calypso stuttered as she shook his hand. “Hi. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. And Piper you already know.” He gestured towards the brunette who nodded. “She told me about her visit. Leo, on the other hand, has been kind of vague about you.”

“Oh? The flatmate I know can be quite a loudmouth when he wants to.” Calypso looked at Leo with surprise.

“You two just met and she’s already roasting me to you…” Leo said, pretending to be embarrassed. “This is my life now.”

Jason snorted. “Maybe that’s good for Mr. Super Sized McShizzle’s ego.”

“Super Sized McShizzle? Oh my gods, the nicknames never end. Did he give that to himself?” Calypso asked, having to stifle a laughter.

“He did,” Piper confirmed and Calypso couldn’t stop herself from laughing. Even if she was doing it at his expense, Leo was happy to realize it was already the second time she laughed that day, in a short period of time. For some reason the thought made something bubble in his chest.

“OK, now that we have that established, can we move on?” Leo asked impatiently.

“No.” Piper smirked playfully, apparently interested in the current topic. “What does he call you, Calypso?”

“Sunshine. I don’t really know why, though.” Calypso shrugged. “Maybe he’s being sarcastic.”

“Aww, sarcastic or not, I think that’s cute,” Piper said. “His nickname for me is Beauty Queen. I hate that nickname, to be honest. He knows I don’t really care about how I look.”

“What about you, Jason? What’s his nickname for you?” Calypso asked, already feeling more relaxed with the guests.

“Well, sometimes he calls me Lightning Boy because I used to help around at an electronics store and once I accidentally blew a fuse there… It was easily fixed, though, but Leo thought it was funny. Sometimes he also likes to use Sparky or the nicknames my friend Percy has given me: Golden Boy and Blonde Superman. Don’t ask.” Jason rolled his eyes.

Calypso’s eyes flashed strangely when she heard the name Percy but then she probably decided that the name must have simply been a coincidence because soon she asked Jason something else. Leo was relieved to see that Calypso seemed to like both of his best friends as they kept up a light hearted conversation while setting the table for the dinner.

Once they were ready to start eating, Jason asked Calypso: “By the way, feel free to ignore my question if you think it’s too personal, but I noticed that you said ‘oh my gods’ in plural at one point. Do you have any specific reason for that?”

“I guess I kinda do,” Calypso confessed as she sat down on her seat and crossed her hands over her lap. “The thing is, I’ve never believed in just one God. I’ve done a lot of research on the Greek Mythology and… I don’t know, I like the idea that different things, say, for example weather, have different forces affecting them. Now, I’m not saying that I believe in the stories of Greek mythology to the letter - there are a lot of crazy myths out there - but when you look at the bigger picture, there’s a lot that makes sense to me. I don’t know. People always think I’m weird when I say that.”

“I don’t think that’s weird,” Jason said. “I’m interested in the old cultures as well and I’ve always wanted to do my share so that they wouldn’t be forgotten. That is one of the reasons why I wanted to become a teacher.”

“Oh! That sounds great,” Calypso said approvingly. “I’ve sometimes debated in my mind if I should become a teacher as well because a lot of history majors do but… so far I think I’m more interested in the research…”

Jason was going to say something more but Leo decided to interrupt. Even though he was happy Calypso got along with his friends, he had to admit to himself that he was a little bit jealous because his own beginning with her had been a lot bumpier than his friends’.

“Alright, nerds, that’s great and all but why don’t we start eating? The sauce supreme won’t be waiting!”

“Who are you calling nerds?” Calypso retorted back, attempting to throw her long braid over the shoulder before remembering that her hair was short now. “You must remember every single mathematical, physical and chemical formula by heart, and besides, I heard you humming the theme of Game of Thrones the other day.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Leo asked, surprised Calypso knew about his humming.

“I think it proves that you are such as much of a nerd as we are and probably even more,” Calypso teased.

“But I need those formulas to complete my job and that theme is epic… Eh, whatever. Let’s all be nerds then. Cheers!” he raised his glass of soda and took a huge sip. Jason and Piper looked at each other with amusement. The Leo they knew was very stubborn and might not have stopped the debate quite that easily. It must have been the Calypso effect.

For a while the group ate in silence, before Leo broke it again.

“Well, what do you guys think? How’s the papa Grace approved taco sauce tasting?”

“It’s good, Leo, just like the ones you made when I was living here,” Jason answered, maintaining his poker face.

“I think this has a little less spunk, this time, though,” Piper said, but after seeing Leo’s expression she added quickly: “Which is a good thing! I don’t need fluids coming out of my nose no matter what you say.”

“Make fun of me all you want, I know you like it.” Leo pouted but soon he started grinning again. “Hey, what’s you guys’ opinion on olives?”

“I like them,” Piper said and to prove her point, she took more of Calypso’s Greek salad on her plate.

“They’re OK,” Jason chorused. “Why do you ask?”

“We had a little debate…” Leo said before he had time to regret it.

“A debate?” Piper asked curiously, turning her head from Leo to Calypso.

“About olives,” Leo replied. “I said I’d eat all my olives in the salad nicely if she tasted this chili right here.” He showed her friends the half of the chili that Calypso hadn’t tasted, not caring about their horrified expressions.

“Eww, dude, I’ve once tasted those and I had to drink like 2 liters of milk after that! Why would you make her do that?” Jason asked.

“Because she wanted to,” Leo said defensively.

“Is that true, Cal?” Piper turned to her.

“Well…” it was Calypso’s turn to get embarrassed. “It kinda is. I did say I was up for the challenge.”

“Okay,” Piper said with amusement. “Then what happened?”

“She only tasted a tiny bit and I claimed that wasn’t enough for me to eat the olives,” Leo answered.

“And I started chasing him and…” Calypso started but she realized that it might be better if she didn’t continue that sentence. After all, she herself wasn’t sure what exactly had happened in that moment. “And?” Piper wanted to know.

“That’s when you guys arrived.” Leo covered for Calypso.

Piper had a feeling that there was still a bit more to the story but she knew where to put the limit so she just ended up chuckling a bit and saying: “Oh, that chasing part explains why you seemed a little out of breath when we arrived.”

Leo and Calypso looked at each other and nodded in unison.

“That sounds like something we would have wanted to witness,” Piper said, trying to stop herself from laughing out loud.

“Some of us play tag, some of us play Pokémon,” Leo decided to pay back. “We can have some fun too.”

“They play Pokémon?” Calypso looked at Leo with a funny expression. “You know what, Valdez? I used to be pretty good at it back in the day when I played it with my… um, when I played it as a kid. Maybe we should have a battle with them one day.”

Leo did notice the hesitation in Calypso’s voice when she mentioned she had played it as a kid, but decided to ask about it later. He grinned at her in response.

“Now we’re talking, Sunshine! Jason, how about you bring your Switch here next weekend and we’ll have a battle then! We can also play Mario Kart for the good ol’ nostalgia’s sake.”

“It’s a deal!” Jason agreed and Leo and he shook hands to seal the promise.

“We’re gonna have to have a strategy meeting before that,” Leo turned to Calypso again. “These two have played more so they have the advantage.”

“Oh yes, for sure,” Calypso agreed. “I didn’t know you had a Switch, though. Haven’t seen you use it.”

“I do, though. One customer broke theirs and I told them I couldn’t fix it…”

“Leonidas!” Calypso said disapprovingly.

“Relax, I’m just kidding. Gotta try to keep up my bad boy supreme image. In reality I bought it because I wanted to give Georgie a reason to come visit me more often, but between my studies and work I haven’t really had a chance to use it much.”

“You are not a bad boy supreme, you are a doting brother. I’m sure Georgie would like to spend time with you either way, though.” Calypso said as much to her as Leo’s surprise.

“Guys, as much fun as this is to listen to, your food is getting cold,” Piper pointed out as she stuffed more of her tofu tacos (Leo had made both meat and vegan options) into her mouth. The two quickly turned their attention back to their dinner while Jason and Piper casted knowing looks at each other. Leo may not have admitted it out loud but there definitely was something going on between the two. It was the way they casted shy looks at each other when they thought the other one wasn’t looking, how their faces softened when the other one said something they liked, and how they pretended to bicker but neither really wasn’t too serious with their words. Maybe they weren’t quite sure themselves what to think but Piper had a strong feeling eventually they would figure it out.

The group continued a relaxed conversation as they ate about all things possible; university, weird customers Leo ran into in his work, food, games, how Piper and Jason had met Leo, and so on. After the guests thanked for the food and said their goodbyes, Leo asked Calypso:

“So, those were my friends. What do ya think?” “I think they are great! I admit I was quite nervous at first but… they seem to be easy to hang out with.”

“Good! Um, listen,” Leo said, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. “I still have one project to finish today and I have early classes tomorrow, ugh… But I had a good time today. So thanks.”

“I had a good time too.” Calypso smiled. “Despite that chili!” she decided to remind him.

“Oh, right, sorry about that.” Leo ruffled his hair. “I won’t make you do that again. Maybe.”

“You’d better not,” Calypso said but not in a mean spirited way. “Anyway, I have some homework to do as well, so… Good night, Leo.” She smiled at him before withdrawing into her room.

“Good night, Cal.” He waved at her, noticing that one part of his brain was already looking forward to talking to her again later.

[tema-makes-art-sometimes]

Dark Sins AU Drabble

Dark Sin’s Masterpost: https://tema-makes-art-sometimes.tumblr.com/post/183574237222/the-kingdom-of-dark-sins-masterpost

Main Characters: “Sloth” Ven Vargas (Veneziano), “Envy” Daniel Matthew Kirkland (Canada), “Wrath” Raymond L. Fuchs (Germany)

Mentioned: “Pride” Benjamin A.C. Kirkland (England), “Greed” Yao Ling (China), “Gluttony” Jason Eugene Miles (America), “Lust” Matteo Valentino (Romano), Lily Trembaley (Nyo Canada)

Synopsis: Ven pays Daniel an unwanted visit; Ray also visits, but it is less unwanted. 

Daniel sighed, running his blade down the wet stone once, glaring over his shoulder at the unwanted and exhausted guest. Ven had been insistent in seeing him today, and no matter how the man tried to shrug the slothful off the sin would not leave him alone. So he had allowed the man to stay while he sharpened his tools. The one plus side is that he was able to convince the sin to make dinner so he could focus on his work. Ven was making some sort of seafood stew, he didn’t know where he had gotten the ingredients for such things but he wasn’t going to bother to ask right now. His scissors were dulling and he’d rather fix that first than deal with the mysteries of Ven’s seafood. 

The tan sin mindlessly stirred his pot, continuing to stare at the envious as he worked. He had to have guessed his work ethic was from his mother’s side. After all, there was no way someone like Ben had been the source of Daniel’s diligence. The boy didn’t know how to take a break sometimes. It was surprising how he accepted a life of mundanity, in comparison to the rest of them. The only exception being Ray, but Ven doubted the man would ever be able to gain a foothold in Iras anyway with their intense anti-sin policies. 

“Hey, are you going to keep staring at me and let your stock boil over?’ Daniel asked with a smirk, Ven whipped around to move the pot off the open flame a moment so it could settle back down. He smirked a bit to the sin at the table.  

“Thanks Danny, I’d hate to piss you off.” 

“Yeah, yeah.. I can hear the sarcasm.” 

The two were almost friends, in a way. Ever since he was young Daniel had gained Ven’s favor for his sass and his work ethic, his determination to be better than his father in every way. And nothing was more satisfying to Ven than a nap- and if there was a second thing he was satisfied by it was seeing Ben eat shit. 

“So, to what do I owe this visit?” Daniel sighed as he added another few passes to the blade of the scissors over the stone. “Just cryptically not leaving me alone for your own amusement while I work?”

“Oh you wish you were that entertaining,” Ven said with a laugh. 

“Clearly I am if you stayed this long and were so determined for me to not lock you out that you, the embodiment of Sloth, was willing to make me dinner for the trouble.” The blonde remarked, rewetting his wet stone so he could refine his edge. 

“Alright, you caught me.” he laughed again, reaching for a few of the fresh herb plants growing near the windowsill and making a few trims with the small scissors Danny remarked were for the task. Goodness did that boy love his scissors.

“Skip the half sarcastic congratulations, and cut to the chase would you?” the blonde sighed, putting his scissors down for a moment to focus his attention on Ven. Ven didn’t turn away from his task, cutting herbs on the chopping board. 

“Don’t you find it weird?” he finally spoke up, Daniel confused. 

“It?”

“That you, the sin of Envy, son of Pride- who is the King of Supasin, is running a small local dress shop and making alterations to clothing?” he remarked. “That you, by what is decreed as destiny, are supposed to be trying to gain favor in your district and rise into power, but instead here you are! Sewing on buttons and hemming work pants.”

Ven could tell that the sin was disgusted by his assumptions, insulted that all of his work was belittled in such a fashion. He didn’t mean to sound demeaning to the man this time, actually curious on why the man would completely disregard a position as high as his father’s that he could raise even higher if he wished for such a calm and well-- uninteresting life. Daniel did not seem like the time to accept mundanity. Speaking of Danny, he was glaring at the sin, not bothering to answer for a moment. 

“Oh fuck off with you! I run this shop for my mother! She passed it down to me, it was all she had after getting away from that bastard you call a King. I couldn’t just abandon it.” He scoffed. “So what? Others don’t follow that dumb prophecy anyways, what do you even do?”

“That doesn’t pertain to the topic.” Ven yawned. “I just find it interesting is all. Raymond is the same.” he had to turn his back to the man to hide the smirk as the envious man tensed, the faintest of pink on his ears at the mention of the Irasian sin. Just as he thought. 

“Exactly, he’s a hunter in Iras. And stays off the mainland.” he scoffed, turning away from Ven. “It’s not that weird.”

“Though it would be hard for him to even get into a decent position in Iras anyhow with their policies against sins.” Ven remarked. “The poor man’s being hunted in his own home.”

“Aren’t we all?”

“Yes, but if there was any sin I would be concerned about when it comes to public acceptance, it would be Ray. At least people like Matteo, Yao and Jason have been able to keep in public favor.”

“People don’t know about Yao.” Daniel huffed. “And Jason couldn’t keep his mouth shut so of course they know. But Gulan in general is one uprising from being flipped on its head and he knows that.”

“And that doesn’t even bring up your father.” Ven added, Daniel scoffing. 

“Him and Matteo are in the same boat. Sins with no link to humanity who never outwardly deny being such things. If it weren’t for Supasin being the way it was, I doubt he would have been able to take power in the first place.”

“Another thing we can agree on.” Ven laughed. “I do get Ray’s struggle though, Acedian isn’t that welcoming to sins either.”

“Neither would they after you destroyed an entire town and turned it into an insomniacs wet dream.” Daniel remarked, Ven scoffing in response. 

“That was two cycles ago!”

Daniel simply laughed at the slothful’s distress, finally satisfied with his scissor sharpening he moved to wash the pair in the sink. 

“So you seem to really like Ray, care to give me the tea on it?” Ven remarked, suppressing a snicker as he heard the scissors tumble and thunk to the bottom of the sink before being picked back up. He could tell Daniel had hoped the running water and the boiling stock had covered the sound. 

“Wha- What are you on about? He’s my friend. So what?”

“Just friends? I doubt it.” 

“Shut up Ven.” Daniel huffed, turning off the water pump harshly before drying his hands and meticulously drying his scissors. “We’re not a thing or anything.”

“Ah, right. He’s talking to that Supasinian woman isn’t he?” Ven smirked, “Ah what was her name? Lily?”

“Sure.” Daniel tensed, drapeing the towel he was using back into place before moving to clean up his wet stone and dry off the table where he had been sharpening his blades. 

“Did I strike a nerve?” 

“Thin. Ice. Ven.” the green eyed sin glared at him, clearly about to tell him off before hearing a harsh, frantic knocking at the door. The two were startled, Ven turning off the heat to the stove and Daniel keeping his scissors in hand as he walked to the door. He opened it, but was not prepared for what he saw. His prized possession fell out of his hands to the floor without hesitation. 

It was Raymond, his blonde hair disheveled and hanging into his face. His clothes were torn and his body was covered in bruises and slashes, he had clearly been in a very bad fight. His cheek was swollen, his nose looked broken. 

“Shit! Ray- Ray what the hell happened!?” Daniel panicked, helping the man inside. The male weakly started signing, but Daniel placed one hand over his. “Actually don't worry about it right now get inside. Ven bring me the big mat in the kitchen on the back wall NOW!”

Ven having not heard the struggle, and only just the last bit Daniel had shouted was surprised to come out with the folded blue mat in his arms and see Ray in such terrible shape. He joined the man, laying the mat flat, allowing the two to lower the man down to the ground onto his back. 

“What do you need me to do?” Ven asked. He left the snark and remarks to the side, he could see the panic and concern in Daniel’s eyes and knew better than to test the already thin patience of the sin. 

“Finish making dinner, he’ll need to regain his strength and rehydrate himself. I can tend to his wounds.” Daniel paused. “And… do you have any of that numbing tonic on you?”

Ven nodded without a word, handing over a blue glass bottle. It was Ven’s specialty brew. He knew Daniel didn’t know much about him but he did know the boy knew he had more alchemical hobbies than he would ever let on. It was one thing he and Matteo could do together. 

“Alright, but if anything happens call for me. I’ll be in the kitchen. And remember t--”

“Apply to the wounds lightly and make sure it’s heavily diluted in water I know, I know.” Daniel corrected as he moved to get a large bowl, luckily able to have some still warm water from earlier. He didn’t have the patience to wait for water to boil. After what felt like hours Daniel had gathered the different things he needed, cleaning Ray’s wounds, first with soap and water and then the diluted tonic to help numb the pain. He also was able to snap the man’s nose back in place and brace it. 

Ray snapped his fingers, getting Daniel’s attention. Daniel glanced over with a frown. 

“Sorry I got really focused. What was it?”

The sin gave him a worried look, signing quickly. 

I’m okay

Daniel huffed. “Don’t give me that, you are not. Let me finish treating these and I can get you some new clothes. 

I don’t need them.

“Yes you do, you are not running around in blood soaked and torn clothes. Not in my house. I’ll clean and repair them, you can borrow some spares.” Daniel sighed. 

“I’m going to have to stitch up this gash in your arm.” He remarked. “I numbed it with Ven’s tonic but it might still hurt.” 

Ray nodded, and relaxed his arm as much as he could. Daniel made swift work of it, making sure to make it clean as he could, pausing when Ray hissed in pain, letting him slowly relax before he continued. Eventually it was sewn shut, re-cleaned and bandaged. Daniel sighed, shaking his head as he finished tying one of the smaller wounds with a bandage. 

“What in supasin happened to you Ray?”

Ray frowned, glancing to his bag. 

“Would you rather write it?” Daniel asked. Ray shook his head, signing again. 

Don’t be mad.

“I’m not going to be mad at you.” He said, Ray gave him a knowing look. Daniel blushed slightly, looking away. “I can’t promise anyone else.”

Another stern look. 

“I’m not going to hunt anything or one down, come on. That’s your job.” Daniel remarked, getting a bit of a laugh out of the injured sin before he started coughing. “You want something to drink? If you don’t want to talk about it we can discuss it after you--” 

As Daniel had gone to get up, Ray had pulled him back down by the wrist, a concerned expression on his face. The envious focused down at his own hand as Ray held it in one of his own, the other hand moving gently to write into the man’s palm with his finger. 

H.. U.. N.. T.. E.. R.. S..

Daniel felt his blood go cold, a deep frown etched into his face as he took Ray and brought him up to a sitting position, his hands on the wrathful’s shoulders. 

“Ray please, tell me what happened.” he begged, moving to get the man’s pad as he saw him struggle to sign it. Ray nodded, thanking the envious as he took his charcoal pen from Daniel’s hand, and began writing. He handed over the pad, the blonde reading aloud what he had written. 

“ ‘Was out on the mainland for a supply run and ran into another group of hunters. They recognized me. I fought them off but I was too injured to get home. I didn’t know where else to go.’ “ Daniel felt his fists gripping the pad so tightly his knuckles turned white, his shoulders starting to shake. 

“They.. they tried to kill you again didn’t they?” he asked, only receiving a sigh and a sad nod in return. He handed the man back his pad. “Well, thank you for coming to me. You know you’re welcome here no matter what.”

“Soup’s on!” the two heard from the other room. Ray tensed up, tilting his head in surprise as he looked to the kitchen door frame before looking back to Daniel and signing. 

What is Ven doing here?

Daniel sighed. “At this point, I don’t know. He was insistent on visiting with me today while I worked. I was spending most of the day sharpening my--- shit-!” he started looking around to where he dropped his scissors but it seemed that Ray beat him to it, gingerly picking them up and holding them out to the now pink sin. 

“Th-thanks…” He glanced away, putting his favored pair back in the pouch on his belt where they belonged. “But yeah, he made some sort of seafood stew or something since I told him he could stay if he made dinner. It was my idea, but who knows where he got the ingredients..”

Part of that was a lie, and Daniel knew it. But he couldn’t help himself. Ray had started lighting up at the mention of seafood and he just couldn’t resist that man’s smile. It was impossible. He helped support the wrathful into the kitchen, doing his best to try and hide the deep blush on his face. The last thing he wanted right now was this moment ruined by Ven. Ven may have thought this was weird, but honestly it was all he really wanted. Sure being King sounded nice and all… but he wouldn’t mind if things stayed like this. 

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I love your writing, your such a a talented writer. My favorite thing in your fics would be the brotp between Victor and Raven. It's so cute, it's always how I imagined their relationship to be! Please continue your amazing fics, as I would read them all. Also do you think I can request RaeX where Raven is meeting Bruce and the rest of the bat family. Or a hogwarts au for them. thanks.

I hope this is alright, and I’ll see what I can do about trying out a Hogwarts AU later.

Well, This is Awkward…

Raven and Jason had been quietly dating for about three years now, and do not ask her how they had gotten this far when she was still trying to figure out how they had gotten started. She was pretty sure if she analyzed this closely it was the moment that Adonis had cornered her and Jason Todd valiantly came to Adonis’ rescue before she could blast the schmuck into Hell.

Jason had run up to her, slipped an arm around her, said ‘Hey Gorgeous, been waiting, ready for the date.’ Kissed her and dragged her off with a gaping Adonis behind her.

They’d merely laughed it off, but now… well now she wasn’t sure how that rescue went from being a joke to being a relationship even as she sat there on the Gotham corner looking over a menu with her boyfriend sitting across from her. Her heavy black hair was pulled up in a loose braid, and it was a truly rare day as she’d indulged Jason and worn a simple, white, sundress, with her boots. She was humming a bit as she looked over the options and gingerly sipped a cup of tea she’d ordered.

Jason was reading his own menu and they were just enjoying the hot July day, and the peace of it as Gotham bustled around them.

“How about the muffins, they have good muffins,” Jason piped up.

“I was thinking the beignets,” she said thoughtfully.

“You’re still on a crave for those?”

“I like them!” she defended. Jason had spoiled her last week by bringing home an entire box full, straight from New Orleans, Louisiana, from Mother’s. How he sweet talked that, she didn’t know, didn’t want to know, all that mattered was she was craving the beignets now. Jason was to blame completely for getting her hooked on good food.

“How about we go to New Orleans instead? You can order them yourself,” he suggested with a sly smirk which had her smiling a bit.

“Perhaps,” she replied monotonously. She didn’t know if she’d survive another trip with Jason; the sex was great, but the trouble her boyfriend found was phenomenal, it was almost like he was cursed. Last vacation to Fiji had involved, guns, bullets, a crime syndicate, and sharks, on the bright side she’d had an awesome tan from the trip, and she and Jason had had a blast. But something similar had happened in Monte Carlo when he had dragged her there, so she was a bit hesitant to travel with Jason. He was just a lightning rod for trouble.

“You have had a blast and you know it,” he smiled like a shark then and she sipped her tea.

“I know, but Jason, a vacation is a vacation, not an expedition for unintentional trouble,” she pointed out blandly. He laughed.

“Honest, we did not go to any of our vacations on a case!” he defended with a chuckle.

“The sad thing is I know,” she sighed sadly. He sniggered as he stretched out in his chair.

“You love it and you know it, life would be so boring without me, little bird,” he cockily stated.

“It’d be quieter,” she muttered, he balked, she smiled.

“You wound me, love,” he sighed.

“I doubt that, you’re not gushing blood, or dying,” she dismissed, he laughed as he set the menu aside.

“So beignets?” he asked.

“Yes,” she decided.

“Kay, stay right there and read your book,” he said.

“Jason there’s a waiter,” she pointed out.

“Who’s managing fifteen other tables, I’ll be quick,” he said and was gone. She shook her head as she pulled out her latest read, Jason had managed to slip her into a series by Michael Connelly, she was really enjoying the main character Harry Bosch and could see the appeal for Jason.

“Raven?” a voice had her sitting up as she looked over her shoulder and saw Damian weaving through the crowd, the gangly teen smiled slightly her.

“Hey Damian,” she smiled, and was trying to will him away without using her empathy.

“What are you doing here in Gotham, I thought you were away for the weekend,” he said and sat at the table.

“I am away, I’m here with a… friend,” she said carefully. She and Jason had been quiet about their relationship, as far as she knew only Victor and Alfred knew, and that’s because she’d introduced Jason properly to Victor and Jason had introduced her to Alfred.

“Really?” Damian cocked his head to the side.

“Damian! Slow down! Oh, hey… Raven!” Dick stumbled up the street then and she found herself wrapped up in a hug before Dick was sitting in a chair.

“I thought you were away for the weekend,” Dick grinned.

“I believe Gotham counts as away, as I live in New York,” she pointed out dryly.

“Cool, hey Bruce! Raven’s here!” Dick shouted. Raven suddenly wanted to vanish, disappear, never exist, find a hole and hide in it, and throw away the hole. The patriarch of the Waynes and Bats walked up then, looking good natured with some shopping bags in hand as she noticed Dick and Damian both had. He looked down at her with those piercing blue eyes and gave a polite smile.

“It’s good to see you Raven, here on a case?” he asked as he sat at the table too. She smiled strenuously as she tried to hide the Michael Connelly book in her lap and think of an excuse to slip inside and escape. She was so not ready to deal with a Daddy Bats who knew a demon was dating one of his precious sons, even if she was dating the wild child.

“No,” she said and tried to keep her poker face on. “I’m here with a friend,” she answered.

“Someone we know!?” Dick demanded.

“Got the beignets,” Jason’s voice answered as he walked out.

“Jason!” she squeaked, and she watched her boyfriend freeze.

“Rae,” he said uncertainly as he lifted a brow at her. She furiously shook her head at the unspoken question. The other three blue eyes on them looked confused.

“You two… are friends?” Bruce asked carefully and Raven felt a spike of irritation in Jason’s emotions as he came over and handed her the small plate of beignets.

“Have a problem with that?” Jason challenged as he sat and glared at his family, he had two bagels for himself.

“No… just, surprised,” Bruce answered and Raven felt like now would be a good time for her to disappear, vanish, just let the shadows swallow her. Holy Awkward Batman! This was NOT how this was ever supposed to go should it ever happen. Raven fidgeted a bit as she scooted closer to Jason for some support.

“How long you two been friends?” Dick asked not at all put off by the awkwardness that had settled her.

“What, two, three, years?” Jason asked.

“Five, since the Princess of Hell joke,” she answered as she carefully bit into the sweet beignet.

“Oh, wait? That was five years ago?” he blinked.

“Yup,” she nodded.

“Huh, did not think that,” Jason shrugged as he started shamelessly smearing his bagel in cream cheese.

“Cool, hey, Jay, there’s a Wayne Charity Ball coming up, I was wondering if you were taking Kara, she’s been talking about asking you out,” Dick said and both Raven and Jason froze then. Raven felt the uncomfortable vibes rolling off her boyfriend as he shifted in his seat.

“Uh… no, I’m not going with Kara, or anyone,” Jason said carefully. Raven knew he’d been thinking up a way out of that ball, and had even been hoping criminal idiots would have something planned so he could go thwart them.

“Why not?” Damian asked. “It’s not like you have a love life, are you gay?”

“What the Hell!?” Jason choked, she patted his back as she nibbled on her beignet.

“Tim just came out as asexual,” Dick clarified. “And Damian thinks the reason you haven’t had a date in years is because your gay.”

“Uh… no, I’m not gay, I just… Sorry Rae,” he sighed.

“What?” Bruce asked.

“I have a girlfriend,” Jason snapped as he jabbed his thumb at her. “Sorry Rae.”

“Um… it was bound to happen,” Raven told him awkwardly. Jason just looked exasperated while Bruce and Damian both looked like frozen computers, and Dick was openly gaping at them.

“Al knows, before you ask,” Jason blurted out unhelpfully.

“And When Were You Going To Say Something About This?” Bruce’s voice when from Bruce Wayne to Batman as his eyes narrowed on her.

“Hey, you have no room to judge my love life! You slept with Talia, Vicki Vale, Selina, Diana, that blond, and God knows how many models, and Rachel. You do not get to judge!” Jason snapped. “And Dickhead there has dated way worse than Raven so you also don’t get to judge.”

“So, I’m a bad date?” Raven asked which had Jason groaning as his head fell back.

“No, no you’re not,” he assured her. “Sorry Rae.”

“Just keep your foot out of your mouth,” she warned evenly as she sat there glaring at him.

“Trying!” he hissed.

“H-How long?” Dick sputtered and Raven looked at one of her oldest and dearest friends.

“Three years now,” she answered flatly.

“Three years!” Damian balked.

“Sorry Rae,” Jason muttered Raven sighed as the interrogation started, it was two hours later when Jason was paying for the café bill that she was standing awkwardly on the sidewalk with Dick and Damian just staring at her and Bruce’s mask of indifference looking down at her as she clutched her book and was very aware of her lack of underwear right now as she had not intended to spend the morning and part of her afternoon being interrogated by Bats but rather at Jason’s apartment.

“Well, this has been awkward…” Jason said as he stood beside her. “But… later! Come on Rae,” Jason said as they moved to leave only for a black town car to pull up and Jason swore under his breath as Alfred got out.

“Master Jason, Miss Roth, I was not aware you were in town, it is marvelous to see you again,” Alfred said as he smiled kindly at her.

“Hello Alfred,” she muttered as she looked at the ground.

“Sorry little bird,” he whispered to her.

“Since you’re here, I insist you and Raven accompany us for family dinner, where we can… properly, get to know each other more,” Bruce said carefully and Raven winced. This was going to be awkward. Sitting in the car was really awkward as Jason was asked by Alfred to sit shotgun, and she was sitting in the back with Bruce, Damian, and Dick. Raven glared at Jason’s apologetic smile as she carefully got in the car so her skirt didn’t go flying. Next time he could wear the skirt and go commando and be put in the most horribly awkward of situations!

Then again, Jason would actually wear a kilt or something in commando and be perfectly at ease with it no matter how awkward the situation.Nothing phased Jason, nothing. Not even the time Teether bit him on the playground before they were dating.

“So… Raven… you and Jason?” Bruce awkwardly started. “What are your intentions with my son?”

Dick and Damian both gave her expectant looks, and she could sense curiosity from Jason as she sat there and fidgeted a bit.

“Uh… well, I don’t think we’ve planned that far, I don’t we even planned to make it this far,” she said uncertainly. “We’re just going with it,” she said uncertainly.

“Nightwining’ it!?” Dick grinned.

“No,” she and Jason answered in unison.

“Tim decided to join us for dinner,” Bruce said when he looked at his phone. Jason and she grimaced.

“Maybe we should have gone to New Orleans,” he muttered.

“What’s in New Orleans?” Damian asked.

“No Bats,” Jason answered as she stated, “Beignets.”

“Seriously, Rae, you’re after the beignets still?” Jason asked.

“Yes, I blame you for this horrible addiction as it goes straight to my thighs!” she hissed at him, he turned on her.

“I like your thighs,” Jason retorted.

“Jason!” she snapped as she felt herself turning scarlet as his declaration.

“How about next time we just stay in New York for a slice?”

“You’d still find trouble!” she countered and gestured to his family.

“Not my fault they’re here,” he deadpanned.

“Miss Roth, is there anything you’d like on tonight’s menu?” Alfred asked her.

“No, I’m good with whatever,” she answered politely.

“Very well, Master Jason, you will help me with preparations.”

“You’re leaving me with them!?” she hissed to Jason.

“Every man for himself in this family, you’re on your own Rae,” he countered.

“Too bad, I have an off-world mission and need lots of uninterrupted rest, I can go home now for it,” she said firmly.

“On second thought, Al, I’ll stay with Rae,” Jason said.

“Thought you’d say that,” Raven smirked.

“Are you two always like this?” Dick asked.

“No.” “Yes.” They answered in unison, and she looked pointedly at Jason who shrugged.

“When’s the wedding?” Dick asked.

“What wedding?” she deadpanned. Jason just looked really pale and sick and about to dive out the car then, she felt his flee response driving him.

“Rae,” Jason sighed.

“No seriously, what wedding?” Raven demanded feeling confused. She and Jason were not getting married, they hadn’t discussed it so why would Dick be asking about a wedding that wasn’t happening. It was at times like this earth baffled her, on Azarath marriage was so important it was not to be joked about. Ever.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Bruce softened a bit seeing how Raven handled Jason, and visa-versa. He hadn’t seen Jason this at ease with anyone.

And while Bruce had valid reasons for not supporting a relationship between his human sons and a meta, alien or demon, he could see that Jason was happy. The young man hadn’t tensed aside from walking out of the café, and he hadn’t run off, yet. Raven looked uncomfortable, and nervous, he was a bit shocked she hadn’t bolted. Neither his son nor the young woman seemed to be the commitment type, but had stumbled into something comfortable and serious and were out of their comfort zone right now.

“Tim will be here in an hour,” Bruce said evenly as they pulled up to the Manor, Raven fidgeted as Jason groaned as if he were dying.

“Why!?”

“You have a girlfriend Jason, and it appears serious! Time for her to meet the family,” Dick grinned as Jason offered a hand to Raven to help her out of the car.

“Dinner is at six o’clock,” Alfred said.

“What is it a requirement Rae meets the family? You all know her!” Jason defended. Raven nodded in agreement as she appeared to be hiding behind Jason slightly.

“You introduce the serious girls, Jay, didn’t anyone teach you that?” Dick deadpanned.

“No, between you and Bruce why would I ever think to want to entangle you with my love life and relationships?” Jason deadpanned, and Damian sneered.

“Todd is afraid to share his girlfriend,” Damian stated.

“No,” Jason said.

“Aren’t you proud of Raven being your girlfriend?” Dick stated.

“Yes.” Jason answered as he pulled Raven behind him.

“Then you introduce her to the family,” Bruce said.

“Fuck,” Jason muttered. Raven sighed in defeat.