#Old Magic: Inheritance

[roadstomagicseries]

Daily Focus; Study of Affinities

The study of magic has always been something people have obsessed over in the realm of Roads To Magic, or RTM as i've affectionately been calling it. Even before the Cataclysm split the planet into three (Which i will get to the Cataclysm another day). The original understanding was that Magic, at its core, was sustained by balance. Equal parts Light and Dark, with the huge variety of different magics in the middle being the transition from one to the other.

With the Cataclysm shattering the world, and taking all of their information with it, the newly appointed Aerotion High Council were quick to come to the understand that the balance their world once had no long existed. Thus, began the seemingly endless Study Of Affinities.

Though previously mentioned before, there have been hundreds of thousands of studies to try and figure out the foundation and bases of magic. Only one theory so far has been able avoid being disproven.

Miles Lovell, often referred to as the Progenitor of the Wolshi alongside his daughter Olive Lovell, has written an alarming paper based on the theory that Magic, since the Cataclysm, is based off of Chaos.

His proof, is simply that with the belief in this foundation, he has been able to achieve many things that most mages are incapable of doing without the understand that Magic, in and of itself, isn't meant to be understood. Whether the rest of the Aerotion Society can get on board with idea, remains to be seen.

So far, magic has been able to be split into a series of vague categories that can be described in a few words at a time. Although most often the specifics of the power are far more complicated, this is a rough categorization they've managed to build thus far.

Creation Affinities

This one can easily be mistaken for Elemental Manipulation, but in reality its far more. Complicated than that. Creation Affinities are more. Popular than most would think, as it often covers a wide range of abilities that requires the user to be creating something from nothing. The extent of the "something" is, most often, strange, unusual, and typically an object. Though this isn't always the case.

Manipulation Affinities

This one is also easily mistaken, as most people tend to assume its the ability to manipulate materials and elements. In reality, its far, far different.

Manipulation Affinities instead focus on a type of control and manipulation of the mind and body, the most well known example being Wyatt Morgan, with his affinity to manipulate an aura around himself that forces all within it to fear him, with no exceptions. Much of the Morgan family has similar abilities, often ranging to different emotions, however.

This said, Manipulation Affinities are not tied to the Morgan Family, and a large range of manipulation affinities often cover both physical, mental, and emotional states. Whether or not this category affinities can go as far as spiritual and even to manipulating the affinities themselves, remains to be seen.

Elemental Affinities

Finally, we come to elemental affinities. This category often covers the largest range of diverse affinities to date, as many users often cover not only the four basic elements (being earth, air, fire, and water) but also, in light of the last three hundred years, the scientific table as well.

While these affinities is rare to come across in general, never before have scientists and researchers come across two people with the same affinity, though there are umbrella categories for each of the basic elements and what their combinations are.

Draconic Affinities

This one is the newest Affinity discovered to date. It is so rare, that there are only 2 person in existence with this affinity. The limitations of this affinity are still under review, and as of now, they are considered one of the most powerful people in Aerotion Earth.

Old Magic

The Inheritance - before the war there used to be a thread of magic that allowed people on their deathbeds to name an inheritor of their power, often either boosting the original Affinity or creating a brand new one when the 2 magics combine. The one giving the affinity must be dying for this magic to work though. This is used to explain why there's such a massive diversity of affinities an magics.

[fauvester]

xuejiao and his secretary/attack dog/fiancee/2nd cousin

[novococain]

🦴

[gailynovelry]

Personal pet peeve; when a book or a series gets a re-release with a new cover, but its just a surface-level reskin and the interior design or typography has not been adjusted to match.

Half-assery has its uses, but books deserve better than such half-assery.

[britneyshakespeare]

i like how bernard hill and brian protheroe are the same age and yet when bernard hill plays the father of brian protheroe. mm idk i just believe it

[spliximations]

Thistle Bion, specializes in Natural Magic and was taught everything he knows by the Faunics in the ancient secluded village.

[ihaveatypeanditstrickstergods]

One of my favorite D&D gags that I ever came up with is part of a oneshot I've run a few times where the party is hired by a young wizard to help clear out a few active security measures in a tower that the wizard inherited from her old teacher.

The first obstacle to be cleared is the re-animated skeletons that the old wizard was using for gardening help. It's a pretty straightforward fight, but during the encounter, players may notice one particular raised bed of herbs that is set back in a corner of the garden by itself.

Upon further investigation, this one raised bed is absolutely shining with magical protections. There are runes carved into the wood of the bed, gemstones inlaid in the top of it, this bed is absolutely protected out the ass... and an arcana check shows that the protections are all pointed inward, attempting to keep what's in there from getting out.

What's growing in that raised bed, you may ask? What is so dangerous that the old wizard felt the need to place all these protections?

Mint.

[bloomeng]

This is my official Batfam Magical Girl AU Masterpost (everyone clapped)

(Updated 4/16/25)

I’m going to do a brief overview and then go into more details for those interested.

Bruce being from old money (and apparently being connected to Camelot) inherited a mysterious mineral with unknown properties. In its raw form it’s very unassuming, but when cut like gemstones and added to accessories it can be harnessed into a tool. By altering the mineral into a wearable item it allows the magic within to be channeled. The magic of the mineral connects with its wielder to create an outfit and (typically) a weapon. These outfits do not grant the wearer special abilities outside of the transformation and the weapon, but when worn the wearer is granted (what is basically) hammerspace and a nearly impenetrable outfit. The uniform granted is not something they can alter the appearance of but will change gradually overtime to reflect how the wielder has grown.

This mineral will henceforth be known as Arcanium. It operates on Kryptonite logic in that it’s— allegedly— super rare but also shows up whenever the plot needs it. (I’m aware it shares a name with a card game, but I wanted my Kryptonite spoof)

Martha Wayne unknowingly started the cycle by turning— what she thought was a rare gemstone— into a brooch. She died shortly after having it made and Alfred held onto it in her memory. Like canon Bruce goes on his journey of self-exploration to train. When he comes back he enacts his plan the way he does in Batman: Year One, where he goes out in basically just make-up, and it goes poorly. He wanders his manor trying to formulate a strategy and is drawn to his parent’s room and finds his mother’s brooch. Cue the first magical girl transformation. From there he alters the brooch to fit his bat aesthetic and the Batman Brooch is born.

Dick comes into his life the same way as canon. Bruce takes him in as a ward, Dick tries to track down Zucco on his own, etc. Bruce decides to use the other raw sample of Arcanium to turn into a second magical artifact. He lets Dick pick the theme, and thus the Robin Pendant is born. The rest is history.

(Before I continue I want to warn that I’m making shit up as I go, so some of this is subject to change as I move forward.)

The Robin Pendant is passed down from Robin to Robin. Each Robin got their own unique look while using it. Following canon, Dick and Bruce have their falling out and Dick gives up the Robin Pendant in a moment of anger. In this au I think Dick, not having the pendant to fall back on, tries to lead a vigilante-free life, but of course falls back into it. During a fight he somehow manages to stumble across Arcanium in its raw form. Recognizing it he takes it with him. Like Nightwing: Year One he has his conversation with Superman and decides to become his own hero. Using his knowledge of Arcanium from his years with Bruce he creates his own magical artifact and becomes Nightwing.

This is a good place to interject that I’m not changing any of their hero names. I was asked about it a couple times due to the caption, “Red Bow & Sailor Nightwing” on my Dick and Jason designs. It was just a silly caption, because I didn’t want to simply state “Jason and Dick Magical Girl au.” But being serious, I don’t really see a reason to change their names, with the exception of maybe Red Hood, seeing as I didn’t give him a red hood. My au operates on Sailor Moon logic where despite the lack of masks no one recognizes them, and it’s just vaguely explained by magic. I think it would be funny if Bruce chose to wear a mask anyway because he’s that paranoid, but we’ll see when I actually design him. Anyway point is Red Hood is lacking a red hood, maybe he secretly has a red hood on his jacket or maybe he really does go by Red Bow, I’ll leave that up to interpretation.

Arcanium does not just accidentally appear. At the end of the day it’s still a mineral and it’s not sentient, but the magic has an element of “the wand chooses the user.” It’s not so much a “chosen one thing,” so much as the magic can sense intention. It doesn’t care about the morality of the user, the magic is more seeking a symbiotic connection. (Meaning yes rogues can in fact wield artifacts.) Simply put, it wants a host that will be able to wield it. In its raw form the magic is dormant but it seeks to be… not dormant, so when it finds those who actually have the potential to create an artifact and use it, it reveals itself. It was not a coincidence that Martha had the inclination to have the brooch made, it was not a coincidence that Bruce was drawn to his parent’s room, and it was not a coincidence that Dick found Arcanium in the alleyway.

Each of the Bats have their origin moments with their own magical artifacts. I don’t have the whole timeline down, but I will say there was a lot of drama between Tim and Damian, because Tim was forced to hand over the pendant. Even though he technically relinquished it, emotionally the connection wasn’t severed. No one was sure if the transition would work, but Arcanium responds to whoever needs it more and therefore who will use it more. Like canon, Tim is having an awful time during that era. On top of all of it he’s had his title stripped from him and he can’t even argue because if it wasn’t the right move the pendant wouldn’t have responded to Damian. Dick tries to comfort him by telling him that Arcanium will appear for him when he’s ready, but Tim is furious and impatient. So like a well-adjusted person he decides he’s going to engineer his own magical artifact artificially. It goes as well as his attempt to clone Kon does. It’s not until Tim starts to get back on his feet that Arcanium presents itself to him. My thinking is that while Arcanium finds its users when they need it most, Tim’s case is abnormal. His acquisition of the pendant was unconventional from the start since he showed up and demanded to take on the Robin role. Arcanium is drawn to individuals who will actually use its properties. Tim tends to rely more on his own detective work, which renders the pendant’s properties pretty moot. Especially when he’s going off the deep end, he becomes a hermit meaning a) he wouldn’t really need/use Arcanium’s properties and b) he inadvertently limited his own chances of stumbling across it “in the wild.”

In a similar vein I believe Barbara’s journey is abnormal in that she forged her own Batgirl artifact that operates a little differently than the others, seeing as she made it without Bruce’s influence. After the accident she shelved it, maybe she passed it down to Cass, but eventually she gets it back. She created the Oracle identity without it, and for a long time the Batgirl artifact is something she avoids using, until she gets the idea to combine it with her computer to create a magic computer… sort of. She gets a uniform that is basically connected to the computer.

Going back to Damian needing the Robin Pendant more, its reaction to his acquisition was unique. As I mentioned previously the suits typically provide a weapon, well Damian is the exception. Unlike all the other Robin’s Damian didn’t need more weapons in his life, what he needed was guidance. For the first time the pendant granted Damian a magical animal guardian, which is how he gets Alfred the Cat in this au. Despite being an animal lover Damian is extremely pissed at this development. He wanted dual swords or a scarier animal at least. He can’t formally communicate with Alfred the Cat but he understands him intrinsically, though Alfred the Cat seems to be able to understand human speech somewhat. Only Damian seems to be able to truly understand Alfred the Cat. (Cue the antics of his siblings trying to figure out what the cat means or trying to control him in any capacity.) Besides being an animal, Alfred the Cat is also unique in that he doesn’t dissipate when Damian isn’t in uniform the way that the weapons do. Like the weapons he can be summoned by the pendant, but he seems to have existed prior to the pendant’s creation. (I’m toying with the idea that while in uniform, the cat would also get some sort of uniform.)

Before I get into Duke and his abnormalities, I want to address the Speedsters in this au. It’ll make sense after.

So the Flash. I want to say I don’t know if I will get around to creating full designs for them. I do have plans for Bart and maybe Wally, but I have determined how I want their mechanics to operate in the context of the au. Not all the heroes in this au are “magical girls,” in fact I’ve made the executive decision that you have to be human to wield an artifact. Arcanium may have magic in it, but it doesn’t grant its user magical abilities beyond the uniform itself. The speedsters retain their canon origins, hit by lighting blah blah blah, only with one key difference: they had Arcanium on them when they were hit. Instead of engineering an artifact Arcanium fused with their bodies granting them powers. I want to keep the magic transformation aspect (because it’s not a magical girl au without it), so instead of using a physical artifact as a channel for their powers, it’s instead the act of transforming that serves as a gateway to their speed abilities.

To me it was always important to maintain Batman’s identity of not having super powers and having to rely on engineering, which is why the Batfam have to physically build their artifacts. In a similar way I wanted to retain the integrity of the Flash’s identity of being meta but also still human. Which brings me back to Duke. I know in canon that Duke inherited his abilities, but for the sake of the au I’ve decide that he either had an accident when he was young in which traces of Arcanium fused with him or his parents had it in them and he inherited it from them, but regardless it’s less potent, but operates similar to the Speedsters. For years he couldn’t fully transform or use his powers and it wasn’t until— with Bruce’s guidance— he was able to create an artifact that allowed him to channel his abilities and transform. Even though he is a meta I wanted him to still have some of those Batfam qualities in there.

But what about the Superfam? They’re not human so how do their transformations work? The answer is simple: They’re not “magical girls.” At least not real ones, they’re faking. They’re not human (Kon and Jon are technically half human but they still get their abilities from their Kryptonian DNA), and thus cannot forge a connection with Arcanium. Truthfully I’m about to get silly— even sillier than this au already is— but I have decided that Clark is a fake artifact wielder. I like the idea that Batman has been operating longer than Superman has, so when Clark decided to become a hero in his own right his only example of how to style himself was from the bat themed vigilante, who might as well be a cryptid, operating out of Gotham. Only blurry pictures of him existed, so Clark designed his outfit based on his Kryptonian origins and Batman’s aesthetics. He had no idea about the existence of Arcanium or how it worked. This is also why Kon’s design looks so much like his canon outfit with a few magical girl elements (and definitely not because I think the lines in his canon suit already lend themselves well to a magical girl aesthetic and didn’t want to change much). Later when he gets to know Batman more he learns about the transformations, to which he panics and invents his own transformation using Kryptonian tech (ex: MAWS’s transformation). For years Bruce goes crazy trying to figure out Arcanium’s effects on aliens and if it grants them abilities on top of the ones they’re born with, and if Clark has plans to use it as a weapon, and how he managed to forge the connection in the first place— Clark comes clean as a fake once they reveal their identities to each other.

Side tangent but I find it hilarious that Green Lanterns are— by technicality— already “magical girls,” considering they’re granted magical accessories that give them powers and transform their clothing. Hal is very clear with the JL that he is nothing like Batman and constantly feels the need to assert that he is not a magical artifact wielder. The non-human members of the team still lump them together anyway.

Things I haven’t figured out:

- what each of the batfam’s weapons are

- what each of the magical artifacts are

- what to refer to magical artifact wielders as

Stepping outside the canon(?) lore of the au for a minute, obviously I’m redesigning DC characters using inspiration from a genre, because that’s what “magical girl” is. It’s a genre. This is why I refer to it in quotes and don’t call them magical boys, because I am always referring to it as a genre, which isn’t a gendered thing. However, in universe they wouldn’t call themselves magical anything, the same way the characters of Sailor Moon don’t refer to themselves as magical girls, but rather Sailor Scouts. As of right now I’m sort of just referring to them as artifact wielders, but I feel like Bruce would come up with a better name. On a similar note, throughout this whole thing I’ve been referring to Arcanium in it’s wearable state as an artifact. I don’t know if that’s the best term, but I can’t think of anything better for the generalized form of Arcanium outside of it’s raw state. For now I guess it will be “artifacts” and “artifact wielders.”

- how the wonderfam fits into this

I really can’t think of a reason why Wonder Woman would be a “magical girl” in this au. She was born with abilities, she’s not human, and I can’t see her altering her uniform to match the aesthetic. A transformation would just be a waste of time for her. I could to see maybe Cassie or Donna wanting to match with their respective teams, and perhaps maybe that’s why they would alter their uniforms? All I know is I want see Tim, Kon, Bart and Cassie as a matching “magical girl set.”

Fin… for now.

[I’m just going to put this here preemptively, because I’ve gotten messages about turning my au into fics or tiktok skits. You’re free to use this lore HOWEVER you MUST credit me not just for the designs but for the creation of the lore. I’ve put a lot of time and thought into this and I love that people love it, so I just ask for recognition. If you want to make something that’s inspired by my designs or loosely based on my au, just a simple credit for the inspiration is fine. You’re free to change things this is just how my own au operates. Regardless I would prefer to be tagged so that people can find me but also because I’d love to see other’s work.]

Current designs:

[moonlightcycle571]

I need Joker to fear Captain Marvel so dam badly. Let me explain.

So we know how we, as a community, all accepted that Billy Batson / Captain Marvel is the most egregious Tax Evader of DC (for this who don’t know, there was a whole poll and our boy Billy won out of literally everyone, including supervillains).

And in the Batman Cartoon (and some comics), it’s stated that Joker is terrified of the IRS.

I think you see the picture.

Joker: I may be crazy enough to fight Batman, but I am NOT crazy enough to deal with the IRS

Captain Marvel: lol imagine doing your taxes

Everyone present: w h a t

*clip goes viral*

IRS Agent: So, Captain Marvel was it? According to this footage, you have no been paying your taxes

Marvel: prove it.

IRS Agent: What?

Marvel: to make me pay anything, you need to know who I am and what’s to pay. I got nothing to pay.

IRS Agent: that’s not-

Marvel: not even Batman knows who or what I am. For all you know, I could be living in a multidimensional rock situated in, quite literally, the middle of nowhere.

IRS Agent: …

IRS Agent: I- w h a t

*some time later*

IRS AGENT: YOU BORE A STRIKING RESEMBLANCE TO LATE CC BATSON. SOMEONE WHO HASNT PAID TAXES IN 70 YEARS! YOU OWE US TAXES

Marvel: no I’m not

IRS Agent: Don’t try-

Marvel, holding the lasso of truth: I am not CC Batson, I don’t owe you shit. Plus he’s totes dead so can’t be me.

IRS Agent: DAMMIT

Joker: This mofo is crazy! Crazy? I was crazy onc-

*later*

IRS Agent, in Fawcette: why is none telling me anything!!!! You, Child, what do you know of your local hero?

Itty Bitty Billy Batson: lmao aren’t you that Agent harassing Cap

IRS Agent: it’s not harassment if he owes the government taxes

Billy: good luck taxing anyone in Fawcette lmao, magic doesn’t give a shit about that. Also we have different currency’s that just switches on random basis. So unless the government takes Drachmas, you’re cooked

IRS Agent, on the verge of tears: this has never happened before

Lex Luthor: WRITE THAT DOWN WRTE THAT DOWN

Bonus:

Billy: you know, I know someone who has been commuting tax evasion, tax fraud and more charges. His name is Ebenezer Batson. That’s E B E N Z E R and he lives just outside of Fawcette. Can’t miss him.

IRS Agent, who has a fridge with ‘CC Batson’ and is more than happy to get old man prey: thanks kid

Bonus 2:

Billy: Sweet, the IRS put my uncle in jail and the police gave me back my inheritance. Now to convert this into Fawcette currency (they will not be taxing this money)

Joker, visibly weeps

[xo100]

Little dreams - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: Y/N takes her son Leo to his first Grand Prix, where they meet his idol, Lando Norris. Lando’s kindness makes the weekend unforgettable, sparking joy for Leo and the possibility of something more for Y/N.

*:･ﾟ Word count: 1624

*:･ﾟ A/N: a few days ago I saw on insta that they now released his merch for kids and I immediately had to write a cute fic about it bc the hoodies are absolutely adorable!!!

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The Silverstone paddock buzzed with its usual chaos. Engines roared in the background, journalists hustled between interviews, and fans craned their necks for glimpses of their favorite drivers. Among the crowd, a young boy with a mop of dark hair and a light blue hoodie clung to his mother’s hand, his face alight with wonder.

“Mom, this is the best day ever!” he exclaimed, his small feet practically bouncing with excitement.

His mother, Y/N, smiled down at him, squeezing his hand gently. “I’m glad you’re having fun, Leo. But remember, we have to stick together, okay? This place can get pretty crowded.”

Leo nodded earnestly, his big brown eyes scanning the bustling paddock. At just six years old, he already knew more about Formula 1 than most adults, a passion inherited from his mom. Y/N had grown up watching races with her dad, and now, as a single mother, she shared that same love with her son.

Leo’s favorite driver, without question, was Lando Norris. His room was decorated with McLaren posters, his toy cars all painted papaya orange, and his wardrobe—thanks to Y/N—now included Lando’s newly launched children’s merch line. The hoodie he wore today was his favorite piece, and he hadn’t stopped talking about it since it arrived in the mail.

“Do you think we’ll see him, Mom?” Leo asked, craning his neck to peer around a group of photographers.

Y/N crouched down to his level, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “Maybe, sweetheart. We have paddock passes, so there’s a chance. But remember, the drivers are super busy, so we have to be patient.”

Leo nodded, though the excitement in his eyes didn’t dim. He clutched the small notepad and marker he’d brought, just in case he got the chance to ask for an autograph.

As they wandered through the paddock, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia. It had been years since she’d attended a race in person, but seeing it through Leo’s eyes made it even more magical.

“Mom! Look!” Leo’s voice was a mix of awe and urgency as he tugged on her hand.

Y/N followed his gaze and froze. Just a few feet away, leaning casually against a barrier and chatting with a team member, was Lando Norris himself.

“Go on,” Y/N encouraged softly, her heart swelling at the sight of her son’s hero so close.

Leo hesitated for a moment, his small frame vibrating with nervous energy. Then, with a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and marched forward.

“Hi, Lando!” he said, his voice high-pitched but clear. “You’re my favorite driver!”

Lando turned, his trademark grin lighting up his face as he crouched to Leo’s level. “Hey, buddy! Thanks for saying that. What’s your name?”

“Leo!” he said proudly, puffing out his chest. “And look! I’m wearing your hoodie!”

Lando’s eyes lit up as he took in the light blue hoodie, the logo of his brand displayed prominently on the front. “No way! That looks awesome on you, Leo. You’ve got great taste.”

Leo beamed, clutching the fabric of his hoodie. “My mom got it for me. She says you’re really cool, too!”

Y/N, who had been hanging back to give Leo his moment, felt her cheeks flush as Lando’s gaze shifted to her. He stood, his grin softening into something more genuine.

“Your mom sounds pretty cool herself,” he said, his voice warm.

Y/N stepped forward, laughing nervously. “Well, I’ve been a fan of the sport for a long time, so I guess I’m passing it on.”

“You’re doing a great job,” Lando said, glancing down at Leo, who was now rifling through his notepad. “It’s always nice to meet fans like you two.”

Leo held up the notepad eagerly. “Can you sign this? Please?”

“Of course!” Lando took the marker and scribbled a quick note, adding a little doodle of a race car next to his signature.

As he handed the notepad back, he turned to Y/N again. “Are you two here for the whole weekend?”

“Yes,” Y/N said. “It’s Leo’s first race, so I wanted to make it special.”

“Well, I think you’ve done a pretty good job so far,” Lando said, his tone teasing.

Y/N laughed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “Thanks. He’s been counting down the days for months.”

Lando crouched down again, ruffling Leo’s hair. “I hope you have the best time, Leo. And make sure you cheer extra loud for me, okay?”

“I will!” Leo promised, his face glowing with happiness.

As they walked away, Leo clutching his notepad like a treasure, Y/N glanced back over her shoulder. To her surprise, Lando was still watching them, a thoughtful smile on his face.

“Mom,” Leo said, looking up at her. “That was the best moment of my whole life.”

Y/N smiled, her heart full. “Mine too, sweetheart.”

Little did she know, it wasn’t the last time she’d see that thoughtful smile.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of excitement. Leo couldn’t stop talking about meeting Lando, recounting every detail of their conversation to anyone who would listen. Y/N smiled through it all, her heart full as she watched her son’s joy.

But as much as she tried to focus on the moment, she couldn’t quite shake the memory of Lando’s lingering gaze or the warmth in his voice when he spoke to her. It was probably nothing, she told herself. He was just being kind, like he always was with fans.

The next day, Y/N and Leo returned to the paddock, both dressed in their McLaren gear. Leo wore his hoodie again, proudly showing off the autograph Lando had added to the sleeve. The boy was on cloud nine, and Y/N couldn’t imagine how the weekend could get any better.

But then, it did.

As they wandered near the McLaren garage, a team member approached them with a friendly smile.

“Excuse me, are you Leo?”

Leo’s eyes widened as he nodded. “Yes! That’s me!”

The team member chuckled. “Lando mentioned meeting you yesterday. He thought you might like a closer look at the garage. Would you and your mom like to come in?”

Y/N blinked in surprise, her heart skipping a beat. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely. Follow me.”

Leo practically dragged Y/N by the hand as they followed the team member into the garage. The space was a hive of activity, with engineers working on the cars and team members preparing for the upcoming qualifying session.

Lando was there, of course, leaning casually against the side of his car as he chatted with his race engineer. When he spotted Leo and Y/N, his face lit up with a grin.

“Leo! You made it!”

Leo beamed, running up to him. “This is so cool! Thank you, Lando!”

“Anything for my number one fan,” Lando said, ruffling Leo’s hair. He glanced at Y/N, his smile softening. “Glad you could make it, too.”

“I can’t believe this,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “This is amazing. Thank you so much.”

Lando shrugged, his eyes twinkling. “It’s nothing, really. I just wanted to make sure Leo had a weekend to remember.”

Leo was already engrossed in a conversation with one of the engineers, who was showing him the car’s steering wheel. Y/N took the opportunity to step closer to Lando.

“You didn’t have to do this,” she said, her voice low. “But it means the world to him. To both of us.”

Lando tilted his head, his gaze steady. “I could tell how much this means to you two. And honestly, it’s nice to meet fans who care about more than just the results. You’ve raised a great kid.”

Y/N felt a blush creep up her neck. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

They stood there for a moment, the noise of the garage fading into the background. Lando’s easy smile and the warmth in his eyes made her feel something she hadn’t felt in a long time—hope.

“Mom! Look!” Leo’s excited voice broke the moment as he ran over, holding a small piece of carbon fiber. “They gave me a piece of the car! Isn’t that cool?”

“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” Y/N said, crouching to his level. “You’ll have to find a special place for it at home.”

Leo nodded enthusiastically before turning back to Lando. “You’re the best driver ever!”

Lando laughed, crouching down to Leo’s level. “And you’re the best fan ever. Deal?”

“Deal!”

As they left the garage, Y/N couldn’t help but glance back one last time. Lando caught her eye and gave her a small wave, his smile lingering.

The rest of the weekend was a whirlwind of excitement. Leo cheered his heart out during qualifying and the race, and when Lando crossed the finish line in fourth place, he celebrated as if it were a win.

But the real surprise came after the race. As Y/N and Leo were preparing to leave, a McLaren team member approached them again, this time with an envelope.

“Lando asked me to give this to you,” he said, handing it to Y/N.

Curious, she opened it. Inside was a handwritten note:

Y/N and Leo, Thank you for making this weekend unforgettable. Leo, keep being the amazing fan you are. And Y/N, if you’re ever at another race, I’d love to see you again. Maybe we can grab a coffee sometime? -Lando

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she read the note. She glanced at Leo, who was already excitedly telling a passerby about his piece of the car, and then back at the note.

Maybe, just maybe, this weekend wasn’t just a dream come true for Leo.

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DCxDP fanfic Idea: Silver Tounge Snake

Damian has a brother, except said brother wasn't trained for combat operations. He was trained in the administration positions needed to keep the empire Ra's built functioning.

In essence, Damian was trained to rule, and Daniel was taught to manage the estate. This does not mean Daniel can't fight because Ra would never have a regular civilian lurking around; he just wasn't physically trained as harshly.

While Damian was climbing a mountain with a broken arm at five years old, Daniel was handed account logs of failing businesses that he needed to get out of the red or else at the same age. While Damian was slashing opponents, Daniel was told to sniff out the planted traitors in the staff.

While Damian was grinding his teeth against the senses-deprivation training, Daniel was bearing his teeth in a smile as he convinced local rulers to sign over their properties to Ra without bloodshed.

Daniel was raised in this role not because he was born five minutes after his brother or because he didn't show combat talent. On the night of the twin's first birthday, Ra had a well-known magic user do a soul test on the children.

He had all of his descendants participate in said test, and they rarely came out with traits that made them possible heirs. Talia, along with her sister Nyssa, was one of the few among his children who resulted in the green glow.

Many of his children were white glows—talented in the mind rather than in the body like Daniel. Once Ra saw the white aura around Daniel, he had tutors set up for estate management. One step above servant of the family.

He was just about to doom Damian to the same fate, effectively cutting them from the line of succession until the eldest started glowing green.

His green was much more vibrant than Talia's, as she was just the lowest shade of green, right above white, which was why he had not made it clear who the inheritance would go to. Nyssa had also been a light shade, balanced with Talia's.

But Damian? His was a bright emerald, the shade of green he hadn't seen in almost seven hundred years. Ra knew the boy would be grand when he aged.

Then, one day, his daughter ran off with his heir. Taking the boy to his father prematurely because she had discovered that Ra would use his body to preserve his immortality. She had left behind Daniel, viewing her youngest the same way all green souls kin viewed white soul kin.

Damian was raised knowing that he would one day inherit everything Ra had to offer as the Heir Apparent, and Daniel was to be his most trusted right-hand man. He was meant to be a helpful tool Damian could wield.

Daniel, however, did outshine the rest of white souls. He was a master manipulator, a snake hiding in the grass, able to convince anyone of anything. He never saw a line too immoral to cross if it was beneficial for the Ghul ruling family. He even convinced Ra's to ease off many punishments for Damian with a few soft spoken words and gentle movements.

Ra's could admit that Daniel was terror in an entirely different way than his brother. His loyalty, however, was never in doubt.

In her mind, he was a servant and not worth the risk of getting him to the Detective. Ra saw no reason why he couldn't use that against her.

He had his men whip the boy's memories, set him up in an American home with a couple that owed him a favor for using his Lazarus Pit to study the undead, and sat back. Daniel would live as Danny Fenton, thinking he had been a member of that family since birth, unaware of the sleeper agent he was.

Ra faked his death, amused by the Detective's wails upon finding the trails, and waited until Damian grew soft enough from his father's foolish sentiments to throw his dead brother's fate back into his face. He allowed Daniel to be Danny Fenton for four whole years before activating the boy to kill Damian.

The last thing the runaway heir would ever see was the smile of his silver tongue brother, whom he left for dead. The twin with a sharp mind that even Timothy Drake could not predict. The one that Bruce Wayne would hesitate to kill, unlike the clones he attempted to send before.

He did not account for Daniel developing a second personality known as Phantom. He took all the sleeper agent training and somehow twisted the boy's ghostly part into thinking he was Damian's dead brother.

It was a glorious plan meant to shatter their minds as much as their bones.

Before he could activate Daniel to complete his four year old mission, the fool wandered into an experimental protal. It did not kill him, but it made some.....side effects.

Ra's waited a week to see if anything would come of Daniel's accident, but when no evidence indicated any change, he had his ninjas active, the sleeper agent.

That he had actually died that day.

Phantom did not know he lived in Fenton. Fenton was unaware that his "fainting" spills were his body, giving control to the assassin's support stored away in his mind.

Worst Phantom seemed utterly convinced that since Damian was running around as Robin, a hero of the innocent, he should too. He set out to protect the silly American town Ra's had planted him in, and then, he began managing the damn thing.

He caused the unemployment rate to drop in Amity Park, worked on getting the neighbor's company up, sweet-talked the local landlords to lower rates, and got the Americans to take their education seriously enough that every graduating student of his high school received at least two scholarships. He covered the property damages his battles caused by convincing the people they were responsible.

Ra's had trained that silver tongue had sharpened that devilish mind, and it was being wasted on the Detective's sensibilities. At least Phantom had convinced the entire town to be ecto-mindful.

It nearly made up for the ghost finding his way to Gotham. Fenton and his class won some kind of competition hosted by the Detective for all high schools in the nation. It was some idiotic science experiment, but once Phantom was there, the ghost fell into his support role of Robin like a duck did to water.

Wayne Enterprises' stock value skyrocketed when Phantom pretended to work for them, turning his silver tongue on the belly of Gotham and carefully breaking every crime origination with a smile. Fenton himself grew the eye of the Detective for being the leading mind of the experiment, and Ra knew it was only a matter of time before his son-in-law pieced it all together.

The boy would forever be out of his reach, and he only had himself to blame. He should have killed the white soul kin years ago.

[writing-prompt-s]

“So, I got my magic power by inheriting it from a draconic ancestor. What about you?” “Well, I found my grandpa’s old cookbook, and when I opened it, the magic I inherited from him manifested.” Your roommates then turn to you. “What about you?” “Well…”

[novelistwriter]

Phantom Owl

DP x DC Prompt

The Nightingale Family, a family of old money in Gotham, so much older than the Wayne's, their fortune lies in wait, as the ones living in Gotham have died. The Fentons are part of the Nightingale family, the Fentonightingale's were a branch of the family that were part of the magical side of the world, while the regular Nightingale's handled the scientific part of the world.

Jazz found out about the Nightingale's when doing some research for a school project, she told Danny and his friends about it and convinced them that it would be a good idea to have that as a contingency for if their Parents don't take kindly to Danny being Phantom.

Danny ended up having to use that plan, he just didn't expect to do it alone. His parents did attack him when he told them about him being Phantom, but he didn't expect GIW Agents to be hiding in their home. It took the lives of Jazz and his best friends for Danny to escape Amity and make it to Gotham.

Danny had solid evidence of him being a Nightingale, thanks to Jazz and Tucker, and was welcomed into the Manor that belonged to the Nightingale's. A Gala was planned for Danny to welcome him, and to celebrate that the Nightingale Family still lives. It's a good thing Vlad had drilled it into him about proper etiquette for Galas whenever the Fruitloop took him to one (He still can't believe that he's become a Fruitloop himself as he too has a basement lab in his Manor).

At the Gala, the oldest Wayne Boy catches his eye. He spends time with him during the gala and manages to get his number. Running the company he inherited, Nightingale Pharmaceuticals, is so much easier than his Ghost King duties, he's also got a replica portal in his basement, something he took from the Fentons along with the rest of their blueprints, that takes him to the Ghost Zone.

The Court of Owls had reached out to Danny, requesting him to he part of their organization. Danny had agreed, but mainly to gather information on them, who they are and what they've done, so he could reveal their crimes to the world, plus the many Talons that were forced to follow their rule is against a few rules the Infinite Realms has in place, and the Court need to pay.

One day, when Danny was doing something in his Manor, he could feel some people enter it. He left a duplicate in his place and went to the see who had entered his haunt without permission. What he didn't expect to find was Mr. Wayne and a few of his kids sneaking around, including the Wayne Boy he got close to, he also learned that the Wayne's are Gothams Vigilante Family this way.

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The Shadow of a Mother, the Light of Love

The capricious blood of Maleonor makes itself known once more. The elderly lady of the Draconia lineage, a grieving mother and strict keeper of traditions, is forced to accept that love and stubbornness are a legacy one cannot escape, even across generations.

Silence reigned in the castle halls, broken only by the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. By the window, in an armchair, sat an elderly woman. Even in her old age, she retained a regal air. Her hair was neatly gathered, and a heavy emerald cloak bearing the Draconia family crest draped from her shoulders.

In her hands, she held an old doll – once the beloved toy of her daughter.

"Maleonor…" she whispered, clutching the doll. "You are still causing us scenes… only now through your son."

The elder of the clan, Malleus's grandmother, had seen much. Wars, palace intrigues, betrayals, losses – all had been part of her life. But nothing had caused her such pain as the death of her only daughter.

Maleonor had been like a whirlwind. Beautiful, daring, dangerous. Incredibly impulsive, headstrong – it seemed not blood, but fire flowed in her veins. And yet – or perhaps because of it – she was loved. But also feared.

How many times had the Senate begged her to be more careful? How many nights had the old woman spent in tears as Maleonor threw tantrums, wondering where she had gone wrong in raising her daughter?

And now… her grandson.

Her only hope. The last link to her own blood.

Malleus.

He resembled her to a painful degree.

When he came and said he had decided to marry a girl from another world – without noble lineage, without magic, without status – she wasn't even surprised.

"I chose her," he had said then. "She is my heart."

She could have objected. Reminded him of traditions, of duty, of the necessity of strong offspring, a worthy heir. But she remained silent.

Because she knew. He was as stubborn as his mother. Just as capricious, just as independent in his decisions. From his father, he had inherited kindness and wisdom. But the passion, the fire, the impatience – all of it was from Maleonor.

And if his mother were here now, she would, of course, exclaim: "I don't have to prove anything to anyone! I am the princess of the Briar Valley! My son is a dragon! And he will love whomever he wants!"

The woman closed her eyes. She could still hear that voice. Sometimes in her dreams, sometimes – in Malleus's voice when he argued with the Senate, defending his beloved.

And now, as the sound of ringing children's laughter echoed through the castle, a bitter, ironic smile appeared on her lips.

"There's your grandson, Maleonor…" she whispered. "You left, leaving a storm. And now – a new tempest."

There was a knock at the door.

"Grandmother?" a familiar voice called.

She turned. Malleus stood in the doorway. Beside him stood a boy – with his mother's eyes, but with Malleus's own stubborn expression.

"We wanted to visit you."

"I've been waiting," she replied, and for the first time in a long time, her voice trembled.

When her grandson burst into the room, creating a real commotion, she… didn't stop them. Because in this chaos, there was life, light.

"You are just like your mother," she murmured, looking at Malleus. "How many times I cursed her for her whims… and how many times I forgave her. Just as I forgive you now."

Malleus leaned down and said quietly, "I understand her better with each passing day. And I understand why she was the way she was. Love makes us inconvenient for the world. But strong."

She chuckled.

"You are her child. To the end. But now you are a father. And I hope… you can preserve what she lacked."

"Family?"

"Wisdom," she replied. "And if your queen managed to tame you, then she has a talent worthy of a crown."

He smiled.

"She is my destiny. As I am hers."

The boy burst into laughter as he tried to climb onto the sofa opposite her. And all she could do was laugh in response.

"Damn you, Maleonor," she whispered. "Even from the afterlife, you manage to create a circus in my living room."

But tears glistened in the corners of her eyes. And for the first time in a long time – not from grief, but from gratitude. For the continuation. For the blood. For life.

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ch.1 dusk of intrigues

slytherin!gojo who comes from one of the most eligible families of the wizard world. not for a flattering reason, their respect is earned by their old fashioned and brutal ways (and their never ending fortune). each member of his family inheriting the striking features which make up a Gojo. piercing blue eyes and pale white hair, the same shade as crestfallen snow

slytherin!gojo who was raised to take up after his family’s views and mostly their noble legacy, forcing him to take up after their morals which include a disgust towards the mixing of wizards and non wizards together. unacceptable

slytherin!gojo who recognised you during the ride to Hogwarts in your first year. you two never spoke before, however, he recalled seeing you and your mother in the newspapers a couple of times since she worked for the ministry. what also didn’t escape his clever mind was the fact your mother married a muggleborn. which makes you a mere half-blood, yet he was still intrigued by your alluring presence

slytherin!gojo who watched the sorting head yell out “ravenclaw” nearly instantly after it was placed on your head from the slytherin table. a twitch of something, perhaps disappointment, running through him

slytherin!gojo who was surprised at your lack of respect towards him and the other pure-bloods sharing his house, when you two interacted for the first time. you had the courage to call him out for bullying another first year who happened to be muggleborn

slytherin!gojo who took it as his utter goal in life to make yours a living hell for defying him. since no one else before you did. he got everything served on a silver platter, so why were you being such a brat?

slytherin!gojo who made sure to make fun of you with his friends every chance he got. throwing curled up papers at you in class, earning you detention at least once a week. by the end of the first year, nearly the whole house of slytherin knew to join on his remarks thrown in your way

slytherin!gojo who noticed throughout the second year the best way to get under your skin was through academics. he guessed you would be clever, given your house. so he spent extra hours studying potions just so he could end up with the highest score in the whole year. he took pleasure in seeing how worked up you got over earning a second place

slytherin!gojo who picked up quidditch during the first half of your third year. immediately earning himself a place in the team as the fastest chaser. living up the legacy of his father

slytherin!gojo who once passed your grade in history of magic (your favourite subject), smirking so smugly at you in the hallway. in the great hall during lunch. perhaps if he had known how much it hurt you, he would’ve stopped

slytherin!gojo who enjoyed playing quidditch even more when you were accepted into the ravenclaw team as a seeker. your positions were never really made up to interact, yet he always managed to annoy you. even in the air

slytherin!gojo who went to each game the ravenclaw team played, regardless if he was on the field or in the audience. simply to observe your team’s tactics. of course so he could rub it in your face when his team won over yours

slytherin!gojo who was very popular amongst the houses, especially with the girls. it was no doubt he was gorgeous. porcelain skin. daring celestial eyes. white locks. if only his attitude had been better, maybe then you would bring yourself to admit you found him charming too

slytherin!gojo who became a captain of the slytherin team not even a year after being accepted into the team, earning himself even higher popularity rank. as if he already wasn’t at the top

slytherin!gojo who noticed his eyes lingering on you and unbeknownst to him, he was thinking of you more than he wasn’t. and he did become aware, he left it unlabelled. burying any suspicious accusations

slytherin!gojo who once saw you in the muggle world. he didn’t stop by the muggle world often, only when necessary so it took him a by surprise to see you walking down the street with your dad whom he never seen. looking so casual, wearing the muggle clothes and all sorts of their dumb accessories. you were a part of their world too after all, he had to remind himself

slytherin!gojo who ended up kissing different girls at each party in slytherin’s common room, washing out the thoughts of you

slytherin!gojo who stopped trying to beat you in getting better grades over the time when he realised how much of a tool it took on you. depriving his high rank a little for you

slytherin!gojo whose heart stopped in its tracks when he layed his eyes on you as you were walking into the great hall with a gryffindor guy, his arm interlocked with yours

slytherin!gojo who started flirting with your friend just to get a rise out of you, to get back at you for dating that bloody gryffindor

slytherin!gojo who loathed every single second of yule ball. watching you dance the night away with the same pretentious gryffindor quidditch beater. his gaze so firm on you, on your stupid dress and all the muggle trinkets you wore along. his date got all fussy and left

slytherin!gojo who stumbled upon you sobbing your heart out in the astronomy tower. he debated whether to console you or leave you alone. he didn’t interfere and later that day he found out your gryffindor guy broke your heart

slytherin!gojo who sits in the great hall, his eyes focused on the gryffindor jerk who broke your heart with a smirk tugging at his lips. the guy’s face bruised badly from yesterday’s quidditch game. gryffindor lost to slytherin without a doubt, it wasn’t pretty

slytherin!gojo who almost loses his cool when you get knocked off your broom during one of the games against hufflepuff. you get yourself injured

slytherin!gojo who entered the pub in hogsmeade with his friends, seeing you sipping butterbeer with your peers in the corner. it was right before christmas break, the december air was all chilly and there was something almost magical about the atmosphere. he decided to leave you and your friends alone that day

slytherin!gojo who manages to get a sniff of your perfume by accident when you brush past him. he immediately picks up on the mix of plum and jasmin. never before and never since sensing something like that before. he thinks it must be from the muggle world

slytherin!gojo who once overhears you panicking over a book which is nowhere to be found in the library. a book you so desperately need to finish your transfiguration paper, a book which happens to be collecting dust under his bed. he slips it into your bag during quidditch practice later that day

slytherin!gojo who realised he was in love with you during the summer before your seventh year, the last one. and he can’t believe the time has passed so quickly. he spends the whole summer break thinking about you, reminiscing. never taking confessing his feelings into question or as something worth trying. solely due to his family

slytherin!gojo who is struck by your image when he has no other choice than to sit next to you on the train. you don’t speak on your way to hogwarts. he notices the subtle change in your features though, how your hair hangs a bit shorter now. the way you grew into someone who is able to take his breath away (you always managed to do that). hell he even takes notice of those absurd pins with some muggle lyrics sprawled across them on your bag. and suddenly confessing his feelings doesn’t seem so utterly impossible. at least for a moment

slytherin!gojo who notices you on the edge of the forbidden forest. he watches you out of curiosity. nothing happens for a long time. just when he is about to turn on his heal and walk away, a magical creature appears. allowing you to feed it. your gentle nature almost making him wince

slytherin!gojo who is torn between seeking you out and following the morals set by his family. your presence makes him ache to the point where he ignores you for a few weeks

slytherin!gojo who is back to his old self when your teams clash on the field, brutal as ever. and for the first time you don’t mind it

slytherin!gojo who begins dating the purebloods in his year, hoping his feelings towards you will pass as the end of the first half of the school year is coming closer

slytherin!gojo who notices your group of friends sitting by the great lake on his way to practice. he isn’t blind to how your orbs shine in the golden hour of late autumn, how you throw your head back a little as you laugh at something your friend said

slytherin!gojo whose parents once meet you at the ministry, by the side of your mother, of course. and they immediately recognise you from theirs son’s stories about his time at school. his mother uncomfortably flickering her eyes between you and your mother, sending you disapproving looks. she noticed her son’s sympathies for you long before he did

slytherin!gojo who leaves a neatly wrapped up gift by your room before you leave for christmas break. he went out of his way, buying few more of those pins in the muggle world. learning about the muggle singers for you. but it’s nothing, right?

slytherin!gojo who becomes very unlike himself as the school year nears the very end. he was never the one to be nostalgic, yet now as the end is near, he felt the urge to cherish each passing moment. he despised himself for wasting so much time pestering you without actually taking time to get to know you

slytherin!gojo who regrets never making you his, who regrets following his family morals which were drilled into his head