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pomegranates-and-blood · 5 years ago

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Maybe We Meet Again

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In Another Life (prequel to this)

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Summary: The first part (of two) of the sequel of In Another Life, set in a Modern!AU.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Mentions of death, descriptions of violence and death, major character death (past), nothing else I can think of.

A/N: Hi, idk what you guys were expecting when it came to the follow up for In Another Life, but I hope you like this. Thank you so much for your support in that work and all the others, none of this would be possible without you guys keeping me sane motivated. Love ya.

Taglist: @1950schick @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927

Ivar’s gaze is focused on his phone, awaiting his brother’s answer to finally know how much longer will it be before he gets to the café, but something makes him lift his gaze, looking out the window.

He sees you looking positively overwhelmed on a street corner, eyes squinting at a sign, trying to read the name of the street.

Ivar doesn’t know what it is that makes him adjust the crutch in his left arm and stand up to approach you. He doesn’t know, but he doesn’t deny the pull, the whisper that if he doesn’t at least learn your name he will regret it.

“Do you need help?” He asks as pleasantly as he is able to, and based by the grateful smile you offer, even if twinged with embarrassment, he isn’t quite the mannerless grump his brothers make him out to be.

“Is it that obvious?” You huff a laugh at yourself, and continue, “I’m trying to find…”

Your eyes lower to your phone, and with an adorable frown in your nose, you give up on whatever it is you must say, and just show him the screen. The name of the university is familiar, but you are very much lost, it seems, for it is almost on the other side of town.

He tells you that, and tries not smiling at the expression on your face. Gods, you are cute.

“You are not from here.” He states, and you shake your head.

“Here on a scholarship, I’m going to be an assistant investigator in…” Your words die again, as you seemingly try to remember the name of the place you are supposed to be at. But you shake yourself out of that soon enough, and offer a smile, “I’m Y/N.”

The name makes something in him react, awaken. For a moment he tries to remember why, to understand, but it feels like trying to run in a dream, in feels strange and hopeless and out of his reach.

Before you can think him too strange, he tells you his name, and desperately tries thinking of something to say in the awkward silence that follows.

He finds himself asking if you have time for a coffee, motioning absently to the shop behind him, and by some turn of his luck, you say yes.

Ivar finds out soon enough that it is incredibly easy to get you to talk. It works for him, he doesn’t always know what to say, and he knows to most people he seems cold.

But you, you are warm and alive and expressive, and soon enough you are moving your hands excitedly, speaking of finally being granted the opportunity to assist in a dig on a ship burial site. Ivar frowns, and interrupts you with a mumble of your name, still not over the strange thrill that goes over him when sounds out the syllables.

“There’s no sea nearby, how w-…”

“A ship burial doesn’t mean one at sea,” You interrupt softly, eyes shining. After a breath, where it seems your smile trembles on your lips, you add, “Things are not as literal as you think they are, Ivar.”

He tries returning the smile, but his lips part and his breath stutters out.

Why does it feel like he’s forgetting something?

He shakes himself out of it, and leans forward on the table, resting his elbows on it and looking into your eyes.

“So, why all this? Why chase a love story all the way to Bække?”

You shrug your shoulders, a smile that Ivar tries not finding devastatingly adorable playing on your lips, “I don’t like secrets.”

“I don’t think they are keeping it particularly from you.”

“Still. I…it’s a story no one else knows, something that can change how we see the world.” Your eyes are shining in a sort of wonder, of excitement, he has never seen before.

Still, because he cannot help it, he reminds you, “How we see one man.”

“A man that changed the world,” You argue without hesitation, gesturing with your hands as you continue, “Strip away the atrocity, the cruelty, the…otherworldliness of those who are remembered as monsters, and the tale we tell changes, the world changes.

You place your hand over the worn book he saw you carrying, that when he asked you told it was your favorite copy of historical and archaeological records detailing the last years of the Golden Age for Vikings, your eyes fiery as they meet his,

“All we have to remember him by is the legend, the war stories, the chaos he sowed and the death that followed. Even his grave is one of magic, of superstition.”

“But not this one you are working on.”

“Not this one. If I can prove that she was his wife…” A breathed laugh leaves your lips, and Ivar clings to the sound. You bite your lip before insisting, “I just need her name to be the right one.”

“The right one?”

You shrug your shoulders, moving both hands so they are wrapped around your cup of coffee, though your fingers are anxiously tapping at the plastic covering. “His last breath was a whisper of a name. It may not mean anything, but it’s the one lead I have. He may have been a monster, but…he died with a name on his lips.”

“The name of his wife.”

You correct with a shake of your head, “Presumed wife, Rus records only speak of a shieldmaiden that was found dead in his room, before he tore the Rus apart from the inside. Sentimentality makes you think he was avenging her. Logic, on the other hand…”

When your words die with a gesture of your hand, Ivar finishes for you,

“Makes you realize he killed her.”

You nod, a twitch of sadness, a shine of grief in your eyes, before you shake your head at yourself with a sigh.

“The night the world ended.” You quote with a smile that trembles on your lips.

____

If someone were to ask him how life turned out this way, how he got to be here with you and have you love him and let him love you back, Ivar wouldn’t know how to answer.

He’s told you before that maybe it is Fate, that maybe, just maybe, you two were meant to be. Each time he speaks of it, you smile softly, usually shaking your head or kissing him to shut him up, but he sees the tremble in your smile, the curiosity in your gaze, the wondering.

Regardless of how he got here, he for once refuses to overthink this, refuses to let himself be twisted into knots by his own thoughts.

So, because he finds himself missing you -because he wants to, because he can, because he asked you to move in and you said yes- Ivar goes in search of you.

He finds you on the couch, your eyes closed and breathing deep even if your laptop is still open on the coffee table, expecting you to continue work you probably fell asleep doing.

More than a year you’ve dedicated to this dig of yours, this investigation. More than a year, you’ve A part of him torments him with thoughts that you may look elsewhere -both when it comes to a home and when it comes to him- when it is done, but he tries not dwelling much on it.

He whispers an endearment as he presses a kiss right under your ear, a gesture and softness a year ago he never would have believed himself capable of.

“C’mon, wake up, Princess. I can’t exactly carry you to bed.”

“There’s a…bed right here,” You make a vague gesture to the tiny space you leave for him to apparently sleep in, “And there’s a me, and a you.”

Ivar tries replying with a whisper of your name, but Gods, you have him wrapped around your pinky, and your smile stops whatever he was going to insist with.

With a sigh, he sits on the small space you leave, and discards the crutch on the floor at his side. Trying to move you so he can lay down and have you rest on his chest, he once again meets resistance.

“No, no, no,” You mutter sleepily, and stiffen so he can’t maneuver you. “I’m comfy. You leave me be, Lothbrok.”

Our arms lift weakly, inviting him to lay partially over you with his head on your chest. It is inviting, especially with the promise of your fingers running through his hair.

So, he desists and settles in place, pressing a kiss to the center over your heart and laying his head on your chest, his arms going underneath you and wrapped tightly around you.

Ivar closes his eyes, and he can hear it beating under his ear, can hear its rhythm as if he could know it by memory.

He turns his head, and presses another kiss to the skin over your heart.

What he wouldn’t do for that heartbeat.

____

You wake him in the early morning whispering excitedly about the chance to finally go to the site, and insisting that he has to come with you.

“It’s her.” You whisper, and your smile is fucking blinding. When he apparently dwells too long on the warmth of that smile, you insist with an excited pitter-patter of your feet that he gets up.

He does, and gets in the car with you, around curses about the cold that you giggle at, an annoyed furrow in his brow you kiss away, and grumbles about how far away it is that you soothe away with soft kisses.

You get ahead of him when you walk towards the stones embedded on the ground you said are in the shape of a ship, and Ivar limps behind you as you approach the biggest of the stones.

Your hair flows everywhere in the wind, and your arms are wrapped tightly around yourself to ward off the cold.

“The one thing that made him human is here,” You say, and he watches as your left hand raises as if to press your palm against the old stone, before you stop yourself. “The one proof that he wasn’t a…a monster. Just a man.

You chuckle, but it is bitter, sorrowful, pained; and your gaze lowers to the ground.

“Or…he was, until he killed her.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that, to that look in your eyes, to that pressure he feels deep in his chest. So, Ivar grabs on tighter to his crutch and moves closer to the pillar.

“‘She will return victorious’.” Ivar reads slowly, feeling a pit of dread at the base of his stomach, like he’s at the edge of a cliff and about to fall, like he knows what it feels to have the world end, like…like he-…

Those that followed him, those that chose their Viking roots over Oleg’s Christian ways, stay quite a distance away, they know better than to approach.

Ivar doesn’t know how much time he has spent sitting on this cold grass engraving with shaking hands the words he tries remembering how to spell.

He knows he’s lost a lot of blood, can feel it, sticky and colder by the minute, pooling underneath him. The one blow that managed to land on him, he wishes he could remember who it was, how it happened.

He doesn’t remember much of what happened between your lips breathing a last kiss over his and the light dying in Oleg’s eyes as his body surrendered to the torture.

Even his hand is bleeding, Ivar notices. He remembers faintly of holding on to a small statue when he was told his father died, he remembers the feel of it breaking the skin.

He could die here, he knows.

If he doesn’t let them approach him, if he doesn’t let them stop the bleeding, he will die here, tired and worn and alone, under a pool of his own blood before a monument of his worst mistakes.

He can close his eyes and he can still feel the fathom touch of your hand on his cheek, can still taste the warmth of your smile pressed against his own lips, can still see your gaze filled with love and the promise of forever.

He can still hear your voice, soft and gentle, the whispered hope that maybe Valhalla is another chance to meet again, that maybe in another life there’s hope for…hope.

He finishes the last of the letters, and he sways forward, brow resting against cold stone.

It would be easy, he gathers, to close his eyes and give in to the lull of the memory of your voice, your touch.

But he refuses to.

Because he can also feel your hand giving one last caress before you sentence you both to die, can still taste the tears in your lips as you promise only death will stop you against his own, can still see your dead eyes staring back up at him, his knife deep in your heart.

And so Ivar drops the blooded iron tool before the words he will pray to his very last breath are true: She will return victorious.

He vowed once he would make the world remember him, but the world ended the night he put a knife through your heart. The world -his world- ended, and he finds with cruel clarity that he wants them all to know what it feels.

He will still be the most famous Viking who has ever lived. He will make them all suffer and pay and die. And they will remember the pain and death and chaos. And he will be a legend, if only one they will whisper in fear for the rest of time, if only the legend of a monster in a man’s skin.

Ivar crawls away from the boat made of stone, certain many will try to stop him, even more will try to kill him. Certain they will fail.

They can’t kill him, don’t they know who he is?

“Are you okay?” Your hand on his back, touch making him realize how quickly his breaths are coming out of him. Bu the can’t-…he can’t get his breathing back under control, he can’t…

He moves back, away from the stone -the monument, the grave- and his hand doesn’t grip correctly at the crutch on his side. Almost all his life with these things, he’s never failed to use them, they work as an extension of him by now.

And he realizes with dawning horror he wasn’t reaching for the forearm crutch he’s used to, he was expecting to find a rougher one, wooden and metal and…Gods, he can feel the pain of those iron braces, he can feel the pressure of the bones that try to break under unfitting contraptions.

He cannot keep the scream from leaving his lips when they set the bone back into place, the pressure building from the inside of his leg and the pain threatening to pull him under.

He feels faintly of your hand on his face, trying to help him feel anything other than pain; hears choppily of your voice by his ear, trying to drown out the beat of his own heart.

He can’t tell how much time passes, all he knows is that your touch and your voice prove to be the only thing keeping him conscious.

“I hate those things.” You mutter sometime in the night, and he opens bleary eyes to watch you gritting your teeth at the iron braces that lie somewhere on his left.

“Necessary.” The word leaves him in a gasp, and is all he can say. Still, the Gods would sooner sew his mouth shut for him to refuse arguing.

You have the look of wanting to argue, he knows it, he knows that fire like he knows himself; but you say nothing.

The fire is a different one, but still scalds, when you press your hand over his chest.

He hears you say his name, or…or he thinks he does, and when he looks at you, your eyes are the same. And…how didn’t he know?

His lips form the shape of your name, but he only rasps out grief, horror, regret, his regret.

Your expression falls, your eyes fill with tears. He knows that look, that shine of devastation in your eyes.

You look at him and he sees it written in your eyes, the plea that he doesn’t ask you to make this choice.

But he cannot go on while the threat of them taking you away from him looms over him. Either he loses you for good now, or they do.

A part of him dreads your answer, and another is already certain what your choice will be.

“I’ll stay,” You sentence, and it feels like breathing for the first time in a century, when he fills grateful lungs with air. “Out of love for you, not for the world you want to build.”

But he cannot keep the coldness of his voice, he cannot keep the venom from his lips. Because even if your choice was to stay, he wants to punish you for even thinking about leaving him behind.

“A world where you happen to be one of the most powerful women. Convenient, isn’t it?”

But even as ice cuts and bruises and breaks the skin, your smile is warm.

“I choose this world not for power, but because I cannot fathom a world without you in it.”

“You remember.” Is all you whisper. And he recognizes that expression in your face too, all he knew was the feeling behind it once. You have the look of someone whose world just ended.

____

Sooooo, what do you think? I’m sorry there isn’t much fluff, I’m not good at it. And I’m sorry it ends in a cliffhanger, that isn’t nice, but the last part (which takes place from the Reader’s perspective) will hopefully come soon.

Thank you so much for reading, I would love to know your thoughts on this one!! Love you!!

Maybe Death Gives Up On Us (sequel to this)

#ivar the boneless x reader #ivar x reader #ivar the boneless imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar

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aliferous-ly · 7 years ago

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Forgot

WOW I TOTALLY DIDNT FORGET ABOUT SECRET SANTA AHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA ME??? FORGET??? NEVER

Summary: “Logan, meanwhile, was struggling to suppress the growing panic in his chest. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Logan chastised himself, rubbing his gloves together, breaths making little puffs of white in the cold air. What would still be open? Walmart? Probably? For those as irresponsible and foolish as he?”

Words: 3866 bc i’m uncontrollable

Genre: fluff??? idk my man

Pairing: there’s no explicit romance. logicality if you squint but its like, heavy platonic shipping ig? i’m a mess forgive me

warnings: uhh ghosts implications, there’s a cancer mention, self deprecation, i think that’s it?? if there’s something else let me know!!

tags: @sassy-in-glasses @rose-gold-roman @justanotherpurplebutterfly @echomist13

THIS IS FOR @kaana-the-ace-witch idk who else to tag for the secret santa thing but UR THE MOST IMPORTANT GOTTA MAKE SURE U SEE THIS

Logan wasn’t a forgetful person. He kept a very specific itinerary, thank you very much, and it was color coded (no, it wasn’t a bullet journal, Roman) for easy reading. Really, nothing could go wrong, if he followed the schedule.

But when Virgil said, “Oh, hey, we’re going over to Pat and Ro’s room for Christmas tomorrow morning, Pat said they’re putting together a huge breakfast,” at eleven thirty pm on December twenty-fourth, Logan felt like a bucket of ice water dumped down his back and trickled through his veins.

“O-oh, alright,” Logan said, like his world hadn’t just fallen apart at the seams.

“You good?” Virgil asked, eyes flicking from the TV displaying Uncharted IV to Logan’s face.

“Peachy,” Logan said. He abruptly stood. “I’m going to turn in. Goodnight.”

“Um, okay, Logan–” Virgil paused the game to face him fully. “Are you sure you’re okay–”

Virgil blinked at the empty room, eyes narrowing. Had he just seen the front door closing, or was that just his imagination?

The sounds from the television drew him back to the screen and Virgil settled back down. If something horrible was going on, Logan would give him at least some sort of warning. Maybe he just forgot sleep existed, and being reminded of the next day’s activities sparked that well-known responsibility.

Virgil shrugged, ate some chips, and unpaused the game.

Logan, meanwhile, was struggling to suppress the growing panic in his chest. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Logan chastised himself, rubbing his gloves together, breaths making little puffs of white in the cold air. What would still be open? Walmart? Probably? For those as irresponsible and foolish as he?

Logan couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe himself. How could he forget – no, how could he neglect to receive any form of gift for the gift-giving season? Hell, he gave Virgil a Hanukkah gift on the first and last day, with Patton and Roman filling the days in between.

Not a single gift. Not for Roman, not for Virgil, and most importantly, not for Patton.

Undoubtedly Patton had gotten him the best, most thoughtful gift he could think of. What if he spent hours and hours focusing on his gift, only to be presented with a last-minute dump of a present? Logan could hardly live with himself. He simply couldn’t believe...

Walmart wouldn’t have a decent gift. It would be picked clean. Could he buy something of worth before tomorrow?

Maybe he had something at his parents house? But that was three hours away, he would get little to no sleep on a gamble. He couldn’t call Roman, he would tell Patton – they lived together, after all – and if he didn’t intentionally tell him, Patton would figure it out – he was much smarter than he let on. Plus, Roman would just have to be overly dramatic – “I can’t believe you forgot to gift the most wonderful human being, me, with a present! The audacity!”

He couldn’t tell Virgil, Virgil was... Virgil. Virgil didn’t need any added stress in his life, he’d finally relaxed, and Logan knew how empathetic Virgil was. Virgil would definitely get himself all wrapped up in Logan’s issues and ramp up his own stress in the process. Logan couldn’t – wouldn’t – do that to him.

And obviously Logan couldn’t tell Patton. Never. Logan was well aware of his shortcomings as a friend, and expressing love was definitely fell into the “needs work” category. Patton... Patton was the best friend anyone could ever have, and Logan couldn’t stomach presenting his failures to Patton, let alone deal with his “it’s okay, Logan. No, really, don’t worry about it!” Mostly because Logan wanted to be a good friend, he wanted to be the best friend anyone could ever have but it was so hard, none of it came naturally to him.

Logan walked through the park to reach downtown, but paused when a figure slide across the pond, the metal of their skates glinting in the moonlight. They slid over to the edge of the pond, mere feet from where Logan had paused.

“Whatcha doing out this late on Christmas Eve?” they asked, their voice gravely but soothing.

“Finding a gift,” Logan said, the words falling unbidden from his lips. He shoved his hands further into his pockets, fighting the urge to defend himself with I swear I love them, I’m just foolish, please don’t think I’m some deadbeat...

“Ah. Forget?” they said, eyes shining with the reflection of the snow. Logan supposed their eyes must be a lighter color, maybe blue or green. Wrinkles lined their cheeks, or what Logan could see of them. “Or did someone finally convince you?”

Logan scrunched up his nose. “I forgot. I have no idea what to get them.”

“More than one person?” they asked.

“Yeah,” Logan released a puff of air, frustrated. “I can’t think of anything for any of them. It’s too late.”

“It’s never too late,” they said. Their skates touched the snow and they walked, gait smooth despite the blades on their feet, and approached a bench.

“What about you?” Logan asked. “What are you doing out so late?”

“It was a tradition of my daughter and mine to ice skate on the Eve,” they said, lowing themselves onto the bench with an oof. They patted the spot next to them. “Humor an old man for a few minutes?”

Logan nodded once, twice, and then delicately sat next to him. The man sighed. “She was gorgeous, my daughter. Hair was always chopped short, the sharpest eyes you’d ever seen.”

“What happened to her?” Logan asked.

“Cancer,” the old man said, smiling softly. “Hated wearing wigs, so she never did.”

There was a beat of silence, and Logan had no idea what to say. I’m sorry for your loss?

“What about your gifts?” the man asked. “Who did you forget?”

“My best friends,” Logan said, that twinge of frustration twisting in his gut. “All three of them.”

“Tell me about them,” the man said. “While I rest my old feet.”

“Okay,” Logan said, taking his hands out of his pockets to rub them together. “Um, one of them is as quiet as the night, and he’s insanely clever while being obscenely obtuse at the same time. He loves to write... and another is loud, loud as the sun and just as bright, and he doesn’t like to be called a nerd, but...” Logan’s lip twisted. “And then there’s... well. He’s like... he’s... inexplicable. He’s smart, so smart, but in every way I’m not. He could make friends with just about anyone, and he cares, so much, about everything.”

“Ah,” the man said softly. “They sound wonderful.”

“They are,” Logan said, the words landing woeful instead of wistful. “And I can never live up to that. I can never give the best gift...”

“Well, I might have a little something for the first friend of yours,” the old man said, fishing through his pocket. He pulled out a small colored pencil set, with five colors – red, yellow, blue, black, and white. “Of course, it doesn’t seem like much at first glance.”

“Oh, I... I can’t take this,” Logan said. “Um, it’s yours, and it looks... important.”

“Oh, everything has its own importance,” the man said.

“Also...” Logan frowned at his hands, not wanting to burst the man’s bubble. “I think Roman is getting him prismacolors for Christmas. It would pale in comparison.”

“Oh, but this isn’t any regular old pencil set,” the man said. “It’s magic.”

Logan snorted softly, holding the pencil set carefully. The cardboard was worn and didn’t seem to have any brand logo on it. They were obviously used but still had a good amount of lead left, and Logan couldn’t figure out why he loved them so much.

“Magic, hm?” Logan turned the pencil set over in his hand. “What’s so magic about–”

Logan blinked at thin air, lips parted. He tentatively reached out and touched the wood, furrowing his eyebrows and frowning.

Where...

He looked back at the pencil set in his hand and pocketed it, standing slowly. The world felt off-kilter, like he’d just woken up, and a street light flickered.

“Okay,” Logan murmured to himself. “Maybe you just blacked out and missed the goodbyes. That’s fine. That’s normal.”

He started walking down the path, fingers running over the small, angular box. Weird...

He almost tripped on something, catching himself just before hitting the hard concrete.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry!” a tinny voice cried out, a small girl appearing in his line of sight and picking up a wooden ball. She cradled it to her chest, curly brown hair framing her face.

“Uh, hello,” Logan said, rigid. He did not know how to handle kids. “Um, what’s your name?”

“My name?” the girl cocked her head. “What are you doing out so late?”

Winded, Logan took a breath. “What are you doing out so late?”

“Waiting for my Gran,” she said. “She’ll be here soon.”

“Okay,” Logan said uncertainly.

“She really loves me,” the girl continued. “I love her, too, but sometimes I feel like I’m invisible. Do you feel invisible sometimes? I do. It’s her birthday next week and I don’t know what to get her. What do you get your friends for their birthdays?”

“I... don’t know,” Logan said. “I’m trying to find Christmas gifts for them right now.”

“Right now?” the girl cocked her head to the side. “Okay. Can you find them?”

Logan shook his head. “Not very well.”

“What are they like?” the girl asked, expression open and vibrant.

“Um.” Logan cleared his throat, feeling an odd sense of deja vu. “One cares so much about everything but pretends he cares about nothing, another is passionate and vigorous, and he does everything all or nothing. The last is... he’s... he’s like a blanket, or the smell of baking cookies, and he’s so talented at so many things I don’t think I can live up, sometimes...”

Logan’s throat closed and he settled his gaze on the ground. Why... how... where did all that come from?

“Oh!” she said, delighted. “I have something for your second friend!”

“What?” Logan said, barely managing to get the word out before she shoved the ball into his hands. Smooth, round, with chipped red paint... it didn’t look like much.

“I can’t take this,” Logan protested. “This is yours!”

“But it’s magic,” she said sagely, voice whisper-quiet, lips stretched into a secretive grin. “Touch it, and all your wildest dreams come true!” She wiggled her fingers, making small explosion noises with her mouth.

“Um,” Logan twisted the ball in his hands. “Like a magic eight ball?”

“A magic eight ball?” she repeated. “What’s a magic – oh!” her eyes widened comically, gaze darting around her body. “Oh, oh!”

“What’s wrong?” Logan looked around him, searching for danger. “What’s...”

Logan froze. “Where’d...” he said into empty air, cold and sharp. “But...” he looked at the wooden ball, feeling the grooves and chips against his fingertips.

He pocketed the ball and slowly got to his feet, stretching his fingers and rolling his wrists. Everything seemed... off. Off in an indescribable way.

Okay, he told himself. Get to walmart, find something for your friends. Or... he ran his fingers over the pencil set, over the wooden sphere. For Patton...?

Logan shoved his hands deep into his pockets and continued on, keeping his gaze on the ground so he didn’t see any ice skating men or little girls with wooden toys. He had to keep staring at the path, get to walmart, maybe buy and obscene amount of candy to cover up his complete and utter incompetence.

“Hey!”

Logan flinched. He didn’t want to look up, didn’t want to see someone else, didn’t want to –

“Hey!” a rough hand pushed at his shoulder and he almost fell over, slipping on ice only for the same hand to catch his arm, whirl him around and spin him upright again.

Logan heaved a few breaths, eyes wide as he stared into golden brown eyes.

“What’s a guy gotta do to get someone’s attention, huh?” he said. He released his hold on Logan, crossing his arms and scrunching up his nose. He appeared the same age as Logan, maybe even younger, but...

“You’re in college, right?” he said, voice sharp and snarky.

“Yeah,” Logan said. “You?”

The guy shrugged. “Never made it out of highschool.”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows. “What...?”

He glanced at him, and unreadable expression in his face. “Why’re you out here, man? You look like you got friends. It’s like, midnight.”

“I forgot to get them gifts, so,” Logan shrugged. “I’m getting them some.”

“Wow,” he laughed, raucous and loud. “That’s awesome. Great. Fantastic. You sound like the most wonderful friend of all.”

“Yeah, I know,” Logan said. “I gotta get to it, so...”

“Wait,” he said, reaching out but drawing back at the last moment, fingers curling in. “I... kinda know what that’s like.” He scuffed at the ground. “Not knowing what to get friends, I mean. Or...” his face twisted. “Boyfriends.”

“Boyfriends?” Logan said, blinking.

“Hold onto them,” the boy said, glancing at him and trapping him in his gaze, eyes blazing like fire. “Hold onto your friends because one day you’ll disappear.”

“You mean they’ll disappear?” Logan said, leaning back.

“Y... yeah, of course,” he said, pulling away and leaning against a tree. “Sure.”

“Um, I’ll be...”

“Wait, just...” he sighed, looking far more dejected than any teenager had business being. “Tell me about them? I miss having friends.”

“Okay, well...” Logan almost denied his request but after seeing his downcast gaze, his frustrated scuffing, he relented. “One is... one is soft and sharp at the same time, one is angry and freakishly patient, and the last is... he’s, just, he’s clever and thoughtful, and he tries so so hard to help other people but he forgets to care for himself, too, and we forget to care for him sometimes...” Logan snapped his mouth shut. Why oh why did he always start to ramble about them?

The boy’s mouth flickered into a smile before he schooled it back into a scowl. “Yeah, okay. I think I got something for the last one.”

“What are you talking about?” Logan asked, reaching into his pockets in confusion. “I don’t want anything from you.”

“It never matters if you want anything, does it?” the boy said. “Not now, anyway. This is about them.”

“I... yeah,” Logan said. “But...”

“Okay, let’s just get this over with,” he sighed and reached into his sweatshirt pocket, pulling out a gilded bracelet. “This... yeah, whatever, you’ve heard it all, yadda yadda.”

“What?” Logan said, feeling winded.

The boy shoved the bracelet in his hands. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“I’m not, I’m just...” Logan looked down at the bracelet, a golden chain with small leaves hanging off like a mini flower crown. With... leaves instead of flowers. So not really a flower crown more of a leaf crown and Logan should really, really stop thinking.

“Thanks,” Logan said, looking up. He took a step back at the complete emptiness that greeted him, but he wasn’t completely surprised, either. Somehow he knew the teenage boy would disappear, just like the old man and the little girl.

“Thanks,” Logan said again, softer. He gently placed the bracelet with his other three gifts and turned around. Undoubtedly they would be disappointed with his gifts and would have that “thanks...” tone, of subtle disappointment, but Logan couldn’t bring himself to take a trip to some capitalist department store to grab some cheap gimmick.

They would be disappointed, but at least they wouldn’t be disappointed in a cheap car charger.

He trudged home, watching his step. He heard the giggle of a girl but saw nothing when he turned, and he noticed a figure moving across the pond but when he raced through the path to the edge there was nobody there. A scoff followed him home, and Logan carefully opened the door to his dorm, peaking to see if Virgil was still awake.

Bright lights spilled across the carpet, the intro screen to Uncharted IV dancing across Virgil’s face. Virgil, however, was dead asleep, mouth hanging open and light snores falling from his mouth.

Reaching down, Logan carefully picked him up and carried him to his room, gently setting him down on the mattress and pulling the comforter. Come morning, Logan would have to drag him out of bed, and Virgil would hang off of him until they got to Roman and Patton’s room, where he would promptly hang off of Roman for the better part of the morning.

But until then... Logan had some gifts to wrap.

—

“Okay, I know I sounded like, hella ungrateful when I opened those pencils, but they’re magical or some shit, I swear to god,” Virgil said the moment Logan opened the door.

Logan froze, halfway through taking off his coat and shoes. “Oh?”

“Yeah, like,” Virgil waved around the black pencil emphatically. “I always get the color I’m trying to blend! And I used to hate coloring with colored pencil because it’s not like acrylic paints where you can test the color before blending so I always hated using colored pencils but these work like god herself crafted them.”

“Um, I’m glad,” Logan said, a grin twitching onto his lips. “I’m... I’m really glad.”

“Yes, bless these freakish colored pencils,” Virgil said reverently. “Also, Roman called me, he’s looking for you.”

“Why didn’t he just call me?” Logan asked. Virgil gave him a look. “Right, okay, he didn’t just call about me. Thanks.”

“Sure,” Virgil said, chewing on the back of the red pencil.

Logan finagled his phone out of his pocket, dropping some books on the counter in the process, and called Roman. He picked up on the third ring.

“Logan, my favorite person in the entirety of the world!” Roman greeted him.

“What do you want?” Logan asked flatly, holding the phone up with his ear and flipping open his chemistry book.

“You wound me,” Roman declared. “Insinuating I only call when I need something, that’s cruel.”

“Mmhmm,” Logan said.

“I just... wanted to let you know, or, I mean,” Roman’s voice lost the exuberance and settled into something softer. “Thanks for that wooden ball thing. Like, I thought it was the lamest thing at first, because, a wooden ball, really? But every time I’m nervous for an audition, or I don’t think I’m going to pass a test, I just... wish on it, like you told me to, and it’s like all my hard work pays off. It’s weird and there’s probably no correlation but it happens too often to be normal so I thought I’d just... thank you.”

“Oh,” Logan said. His phone almost slipped from his shoulder but he caught it before it fell too far. “Um, that’s... that’s crazy. I mean–”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Roman said, voice slipping into ramble mode. “I mean, it’s crazy, right? It shouldn’t matter, because it’s a wooden sphere, like one I could buy at Hobby Lobby, and the paint is chipped in lots of places like my mom painted it when she was seven or something, and–”

“Roman,” Logan said.

“But it’s really very great,” Roman said softly. “Thank you. And sorry for being a jerk on Christmas.”

“You weren’t a jerk, Roman,” Logan said. “Trust me. I know when you’re being a jerk.”

“Okay,” Roman said, uncertainly.

“And, you’re welcome, I’m glad it’s working so well,” Logan said, flashing back to the little girl. Your wildest dreams will come true indeed.

“Oh, and Patton’s at Crimson Valley, you should go say hi,” Roman said. “He mentioned thanking you for his gift, too, but wanted to do it in person. Said it’s more authentic?”

“O-oh, okay,” Logan said. He sat still for a few solid moments. “I mean, I was going to start studying.”

“Dude, we don’t have school, what are you doing,” Roman said, words edged with disbelief.

“I’m behind on some stuff,” Logan said, running his hands through his hair. “And I don’t want to fall behind.”

“Do you want Patton to be alone at the cafe?” Roman asked, and they both knew Logan’s answer before Logan opened his mouth.

“Of course not,” Logan said. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Yayy!!” Roman said. “I mean, I’m not going to be there, but Patton’ll be happy.”

“I’m sure,” Logan said, sighing. “Okay, talk to you later.”

“Bye!” Roman cheered. For what, Logan couldn’t say.

The phone clicked underneath his ear and Logan resigned himself.

“I’m going out,” Logan said.

“Again?” Virgil asked.

“Yup, Patton’s alone at a cafe,” Logan said. “Roman enlisted me to keep him company.”

“Sounds like Roman,” Virgil said. “Good luck.”

“Good luck?” Logan repeated. “I’m not going into war.”

Virgil turned towards him, shifting his whole body so he could give Logan another look.

Logan rolled his eyes, shrugging his coat on. “Fair point.”

“See ya.”

“Bye.”

Logan walked steadily to the cafe, and braced himself the moment he opened the door. When he wasn’t instantly barraged by an armful of Patton, he opened his eyes.

Patton, tucked into a corner of the cafe, was quiet.

Logan walked up to him and slid into the seat opposite him. “Hey.”

“Oh, hey!” Patton said, expression instantly shifting from pensive to happy. “How are you? I wasn’t expecting you here!”

“Roman told me to come,” Logan said, and then instantly regretted it. “Um. He said something about my christmas present...?”

“Oh, this!” Patton said, lifting up his wrist to display the glittering bracelet. “I... the weirdest thing happens when I touch it. I’m just overwhelmed with this... this affection and wonder for everything, especially my friends.” Patton stared him dead in the eye. “Especially for you.”

Heat rushed to his cheeks and Logan stared pointedly at the table.

“And it’s so magical, and wonderful, that I thought I’d let you know,” Patton said, smile gentle and soft.

Logan glanced up at him, ears hot, and noted the pink dusting on Patton’s cheeks.

“Um, you’re, you’re welcome,” Logan said, coughing.

“It’s so strange,” Patton said. “All of your gifts seem so simple, but they have such a large impact.” He held the bracelet up to the light and admired the way the gold glittered in the sun. “Where did you find them?”

Logan smiled. From an old man with nostalgia, a little girl with wishes, and a teenager with hopes.

“I found them on Christmas Eve,” Logan said instead, and when Patton turned to look at him, the light shone through the window and ignited the deep browns and golds of his irises.

Something crashed, and they looked to the left. A little girl frowned at a shattered cup but laughed when someone who looked like her grandfather gave her candy and promised her another cup. A teenager rocked on his chair, pressing his feet against the table and scowling.

Patton blinked at them and giggled before turning back to Logan.

“I’m glad you love it,” Logan murmured, touching the gold of the bracelet lightly.

Patton smiled, cheeks red, and Logan grinned right back.

#sanders secret santa 2k18 #logan sanders #logan centric #sanders sides fic #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #brabbles #wow i cranked this out in one day im proud?? between all the family things??? hell yeah #sfhkdshf im sorry i forgottt but its lowkey on time!!

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fanartfunart · 7 years ago

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A Little Daydream

*puts this here and runs away* OK writing. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. (also, links to some pieces of the art is embedded in here because, yeah, some of it I’ve drawn small snippets of. Here’s context. HEH.) YEET.

Summary: Daydream AU- Local Unicorn, Patton, was strolling through the wilderness when he hears some disturbances in the pattern of life. Roman is quite distressed at encountering some magical beings.

Ships: N/A, Platonic Logicality? I guess?? (idk, open to interpretation I would say.)

Warnings: Roman hit’s his head and falls on the ground....think that’s it. Tell me if I should tag anything!

Words: 2495 (ish. I edited a little since I last checked...)

Patton was having a fairly normal day. Just wandering around, enjoying the day. Fall had settled into the kingdom, and the near laziness of summer was starting to wear off for most. A fresh breeze pulled the smell of the last rain through the kingdom. The sun warmed his back with a golden glow. The wash of the river filling his ears. Even some of the animals of the forested grove took time to greet him out of their busy days.

Patton trotted along the riverbed, greeting the busy creatures and occasionally helping them collect their winter needs. He didn’t particularly need to do anything in preparation for winter, his plans would stay the same as they were last year and the years before.

His ears flicked up and toward a loud ruckus of movement. He let out a huff of a breath, frowning. A human or two, most likely, were running through the forest and causing a mass exodus of wildlife. Patton shook his head and weaved further into the treeline as his precaution and continued along. He kept careful attention to his footing as he moved.

“Stop!” came a shout. Patton whipped his head towards the voice. The snap of branches and twigs underfoot seeming to echo through the nearby clearing.

“Roman!” the voice shouted, “Stop!”

A shout rang out as a slide of rocks tumbled down into the river waters. Patton watched the human in a blur of white attire crash into the water, apparently not stopping fast enough before he hit the riverbed, and disappear under the waves. He was moving before he could think and dived into the water.

Shapeshifting, at this point, was normal for him. He was vaguely aware his form had changed, that, instead of hooves, a pair of webbed paws pushed through the water. It was normal, nearly instinct at this point.

He let the momentum of the water pull him toward the individual in white and collected him with his mouth before his form was changing again and he stood, belly deep in water. He tilted his head up, holding the human by its coat, and tried, as careful as he could manage, to get out of the rushing water without slipping.

The climb back up was awkward and made him heavily aware of his hooves and ankles, bending in awkward directions from the rocks. He pushed himself up and carefully set the human down before shaking himself off.

He huffed out a breath and glanced down at the creature that was wet and tired looking, and… He pushed it gently with a hoof. Asleep. He could distantly hear the sounds of the other human and it did not sound happy. Patton frowned at his new human and picked it up, throwing the creature somewhat haphazardly onto his back. He trotted along and hopped when the human woke up that it wouldn’t be too distressed.

Roman groaned, a jostle of movement plaguing his senses.

“Wha-” Roman’s eyes finally let him take in the sight of a horse’s forelegs, while his ears began to register a voice chattering away.

“I haven’t met many humans, however, so maybe you’ll be the nice kind! I wonder if we could be friends! Oh, you might want to go back home though. I don’t think I’d do too well in the settlements you have. Perhaps I could visit.”

Roman sat up and stared at the horn protruding clearly from the animal’s head.

“Oh, you’re awake!” Patton announced brightly, turning his head to look at him.

Roman screamed. Patton abruptly jolted, and Roman was on the ground before he could register he’d been bucked off. Patton froze and turned around, facing Roman with sympathy in his wide eyes.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry! Are you okay? You just startled me, that’s all. I hope I didn’t hurt you!”

Roman took in frantic breaths as he watched the unicorn (A real-life unicorn!) lean down to look at him. Talking to him! “You- what- How?”

Patton smiled, which was an odd expression on a horse (unicorn)’s face, but somehow seemed reassuring. “I assumed you were running away from the other human-person and you fell into the water and I think you hit your head, which should have healed ok by now, and I decided to take you with me until you woke up!”

“You’re talking. A unicorn- is talking to me.”

Patton laughed and the unicorn’s large form shifted into a human one, “Is this better?”

Roman’s eyes only widened, “You can shapeshift?” he screeched, scrambling backward.

Patton smiled brightly and nodded, glancing down at himself, inspecting the fabric of his shirt. He glanced at Roman, “Yep! It’s kinda fun!”

Roman shook his head and let himself fall onto his back, covering his eyes with one arm, “Am I dead?”

“No?” Patton said, leaning over him, “I’m fairly sure you’re alive.”

Roman let out a heavy breath and blinked a few times. He nodded, head bobbing faster as he began to sit up, “Okay, okay,” he swept his hands out as he let out another breath, “Alright, I got this. I’m cool. Cool as butter.”

Patton tilted his head, brow furrowed, “Feeling okay?”

Roman nodded and stood up, feet wavering under him. He held out his hands as if pleading for the ground to allow him to stay standing. Roman glanced up at the face of the- “Oh my gods you look kinda like me.”

“Oh do I?” Patton patted his face and frowned, “I don’t usually think too much about it- Should I-”

“Don’t change it-” Roman yelled, voice squeaking. He held out a shaky hand, “Just-” he let out a breath, “I’ll adjust easier to- this- than to seeing you do that again.”

Patton gave a gentle smile and shrugged, “Alrighty.”

Roman then began to inspect the area around him. Eyes flickering over the terrain, brows furrowed in concentration.

“I’m Patton. By the way.”

“A pleasure to meet you Patton,” he said distractedly, kneeling down to touch a plant.

Patton leaned down next to him, “What’s your name? Can’t keep calling ya’ ‘human’.”

Roman turned, eyeing him, “You understand how strange that sounds, correct?”

“Well, I don’t have anything else to call you!” Patton said, pouting as he put his hands on his hips.

Roman sighed, “You may address me as-” he paused, eyes focusing on the ground. He stood and dusted off his pants. He glanced at Patton, “Ah. Roman. Yes, that will suffice.”

“Oh, right, that was what the other hu- I mean person,” Patton corrected himself slowly, “-was calling you.”

Roman forced a smile of sorts and nodded, “Yes. That’s my name.” Roman let out a laugh and inspected a leaf with far too much interest.

“I’ve heard it before that too,” Patton muttered, tapping his chin in thought, squinting over at Roman.

Roman stiffened. “Where are we?” he complained loudly, twirling to look at Patton.

“Uh-” Patton glanced around, “A forest?”

“You brought us here!”

Patton made an uneasy laugh of a sound, “I- get lost easy.”

Roman trudged along the path, kicking dirt and twigs as he walked. He cringed at the sound of Patton mirroring him and giggling.

“Why?” Roman shouted, turning to face him, “May I ask! Are you following me?”

Patton looked up, “Do you prefer walking alone?” He tilted his head like a puppy at the question.

Roman raised a finger, opening his mouth with an indignant sound. He let out a huff and turned back around. Patton smiled and jogged over so he was next to Roman.

“Where are you going? Home? Where do you live?”

Roman folded his arms around himself, fingers running over the raised patches on his shoulders, “Nowhere.”

“You can’t go nowhere, and surely you don’t live ‘nowhere.’ Even I live somewhere.”

“And where is that?” Roman said, turning slightly to look at Patton.

“Home is wherever I am!” Patton announced cheerfully, “Today, this forest shall be my home.”

“What about your family?” Roman said quickly, brows furrowed, “Friends?”

Patton blinked, “I make friends easily. Everyone can be a friend if you treat them like one!”

Roman glanced back down at the path, “Not everyone,” he mumbled. Patton tilted his head, concern written on his face. He took in a breath to speak before deciding against it.

Roman looked up at the sky and flickered into a smile, “Alright, I think we better get some food and shelter before the night falls.”

Patton smiled brightly, “I’m great at finding food!”

“Alright,” Roman announced, “Then I’ll collect things for a fire and some shelter.” Roman turned to find Patton replaced by a very excited unicorn, and he yelped.

“Warn me next time!” Roman complained.

Patton gave a sympathetic smile, the horn on his head glowing brightly. He bent his head down and glanced up, “Ooh, perfect!” he announced and with a flick of his tail, began to trot through the forest.

“Just remember to come back here!” Roman yelled after him.

“Okay!” Patton yelled back.

Roman rolled his eyes. “He better not bring back grass.”

He let out a heavy sigh and glanced around, “Alright. How the hell do I make a fire?”

Roman had collected himself an assortment of wood, moss, leaves and various other items to set up a shelter for himself and his new friend. He frowned at his collection. It was not enough to cover a horse. Roman let out a frustrated huff and let it all drop. He brushed down his jacket, the white of the fabric turned green and brown in several areas.

A buzz of sound. Like the wingbeat of a rather large insect. Roman frowned, eyes darting over the region. For a moment, he was certain he was siking himself out. In the corner of his eyes, a blur of motion. Roman froze, eyes watching for whatever it was.

He heard it again and shifted quickly to find himself face to face with a fairy. The winged being looked rather offended by Roman blocking his intended path.

“Don’t turn me into a frog! Please!” Roman cried quickly. If there was one thing he knew about fairies and fae it was that they were not to be trifled with.

The fairy's stoic and annoyed expression turned into one of confoundment.

“Turn you-” Roman’s eyes widened as the fairy lifted his arms, wings a flurry of motion as he hovered in front of him. Roman took an instinctive step back.

“How!” he shouted, “Do you understand the scientific impossibility of such an act? It’s essentially shapeshifting! It makes no sense!”

Roman furrowed his brow, tilting his head, the fairy continued, now pacing in the air, “I can comprehend the idea that shapeshifters themselves have some genetic flexibility wired into their DNA to the point that they can manipulate their genetic sequence to become that of another being.”

The fairy paused and turned to look back at Roman, practically livid, “But you are a human and I am a faerie. It would make no sense!” By then the fairy’s voice began to sound like high-pitched bells, either too high or too small for Roman to properly make out.

“‘M back!” Patton announced, with a mouth full of... something in a basket. (Where did he get a basket?) Roman looked past the fairy towards Patton. Patton dropped his basket and gasped. The fairy had turned, and the unicorn and fairy met each other halfway. Patton crouched down so that he was at eye level with the creature, a smile breaking across his face.

“Logan!” Patton announced happily, his tail swishing with excitement, more like a dog than a horse in Roman’s mind. Unicorns were beginning to confuse him.

The fairy's voice was still unregistrable to Roman’s ears, but he could tell he was talking...maybe yelling actually. Roman frowned, the fairy was probably talking bad about him, wasn’t he? Patton looked at him with intent and interest before announcing, “Ooh! Ooh! I can do that too!”

Roman at first thought that Patton had entirely disappeared. Until he noticed the second small being flying in an excited manner. Roman leaned down only for Patton to grow in size, a sheepish smile on his face, “I think I surprised him a bit.” Roman glanced down, finding a small fairy lying limp in Patton’s palm.

“Did you kill him?” Roman announced loudly, pulling on his hair.

Roman watched Patton and Logan chat, voices too quiet or high or something for Roman to hear. He let out a loud sigh before muttering, “Excuse me. What is happening?” Roman asked, frowning down at the pair.

Roman gulped when the motions from the two blue-winged creatures paused and he could feel the color drain from his face as the fairy- Logan- was now much taller than him.

Logan tilted his head and looked Roman over, “Patton,” he said, voice sounding cold, yet casual, eyes still fixed on Roman. Roman glanced towards the unicorn (who was once again a unicorn, thankfully). Patton had a small smile on his face as he stood beside them, eyes looking between them. “Care to properly introduce me to your human?”

Roman made a series of noises and Patton smiled brightly, “Oh! Yeah! This is Roman, Roman, this is Logan. Oh hey, your names rhyme!”

A chill ran down Roman’s spine as Logan continued to stare down at him. The fairy’s lips turned up into a small smile. “Yes, it is quite amusing that our names rhyme. I quite like rhymes, don’t you Roman?”

He furrowed his brows, hoping his confusion didn’t show on his face.

“You are aware of what a rhyme is, yes?”

“Of course!” Roman announced, “I was just-” Roman swallowed down the rise in his voice’s pitch and let out a calming breath, “I- was just- put off guard. Is all. I didn’t know that Patton was friends with a-”

Logan quirked a brow and Roman wanted to fold in on himself.

“Logannnn,” Patton said chided playfully, “You’re scaring himmmm.”

“I am not,” Logan said, a matter of factly.

“Are too,” Patton said, pushing his lower lip into a heavily exaggerated pout. He stopped a hoof, punctuating his point.

Logan groaned loudly and readjusted his glasses. “My apologies, Roman, it appears I have frightened you in some manner and it was not my intention. I will not curse or harm you in any way, as I am sure Patton will ensure.” Logan turned towards Patton, “Does that suffice?” Patton nodded and Logan let out a huff of a sigh, shrinking and sitting on a twig Roman had collected.

“How do you know each other?” Roman gawked, looking between them with wide eyes.

Patton paused a moment before blinking and smiling, “Oh, we were kids. He helped me with some magical-ness and we just- pow- took off as friends!”

Logan furrowed his brow, giving the unicorn a small frown before he glanced back towards Roman.

Roman was looking up, the branches of the trees rustling as the cool winds fluttered through them. The moon rising overhead. “Uh... do you know how to build a fire?” Roman muttered, “I am,” he bit his lip, “mostly clueless as to the process.”

Patton shook his head.

Logan regarded Roman quietly before he stood up, balancing on his twig, “I am aware of the practical application of fire-building.” Logan jumped off the twig and grew to a larger size, “Would you appreciate my assistance?”

Roman looked the fairy over, “For what purpose to you?”

“The pleasure of teaching an individual such as yourself, practical skills?”

Roman glanced toward Patton. He sighed heavily and leaned back, “Finnee.”

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I....I don’t know if I should tag my gen. art tag?? it’s not art?? but...they might also want to see this?? Fudge it. I’m doing it. If you don’t wanna be tagged in writing just lemme know.

@famders-positivity-blog @teacupfulofstarshine @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @punsterterry @i-will-physically-fight-you @youreacherry-blossom

Also, since I’m being brave: @broadwaytheanimatedseries

Since you asked about how they meet Roman. Virgil’s next. Don’t worry.

#Daydream AU #writing! yay!#don't kill me!#tell me if you like it...please #Unicorn!Patton #Fairy!Logan #Prince Roman #Roman Sanders #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders #Sanders Sides #FanArt writes

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bigskydreaming · 7 years ago

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princeescaluswords replied to your post:

Alex Summers, after the most recent of 128979889...

Why don’t you write Marvel? You couldn’t possibly do any worse and I could use the laughs!

Lol, its a nice dream, but realistically I don’t think there’s any universe in which Marvel would ever let me write the X-Men.

Like, my very first story would probably have Bobby refreezing the Arctic while Storm heads up a team of elementals to combat climate change. And then a Republican senator and a Democrat senator would go on TV and make a bipartisan show of expressing their gratitude towards mutants for helping save the planet and this is the real future of humanity, this is them all building a world where they can live side by side in a mutually beneficial -

And then the broadcast would cut off because Cypher just hacked every satellite worldwide and said “all your binary codes belong to me now, resistance is futile, blah blah” before turning the camera to Sunspot who’s all decked out in his snazziest suit and dressed to the nines. Roberto yawns and flips the whole world off and says “LOL fuck you, the X-Men are done with respectability politics, we took a vote and our democratic process actually works, we don’t have a fucking electoral college. We only saved the planet because it happens to be the planet we live on, dipshits, nobody did it for you, you’re still cordially invited to go extinct. Or you can play nice and try getting along with the rest of us for a change but good luck trying to make Sentinels happen again, lmao, funding’s gonna be an issue for you pretty soon I think.”

He turns off the camera and goes back to planning his and Sam’s wedding, because look, I have my priorities, okay.

Then Mystique unleashes her new Fellowship of Evil (Same Name, But This Time Its Evil as in STFU, Its Ironic U Assholes) Mutants that she’s been recruiting from the ranks of the young and disenchanted. Overnight, the market is flooded with gold and gems transmuted from ordinary materials by mutant powers, as well as a bunch of shit ‘liberated’ from the coffers of the 1% via her Fellowship’s alliance with her son-in-law’s Thieves’ Guild. Value plummets instantly, and then technopaths join in the fun, crashing every banking system worldwide.

“Whoopsie, I broke capitalism, money’s worthless now, vive la revolution, everyone eat some fucking cake,” Raven sing-songs merrily from the chaise she’s lounging on while eating grapes. The city outside her window is burning. Meanwhile, a fiddler is playing nearby. She calls him Nero, because Aesthetic.

“Oh relax,” she rolls her eyes when Remy attempts to frown at her disapprovingly. “I had my teleporters evacuate the city before I set it on fire. I’m not a heartless monster, you know.”

“You mean you didn’t want to spend the next ten years dealing with your children yelling at you about innocent civilians and how could you,” Remy says dryly.

Mystique just shrugs and eats some more grapes. “Or that.”

Far-right dominated police forces and white supremacist militia groups attempt to forcibly establish martial law, except mostly they’re just standing around clutching their heads and trying to cope with the mother of all migraines as a gestalt of telepathic minds headed up by a Cerebro-powered octet of Jean, Emma, Betsy, Rachel, Quentin, and the Stepford Cuckoos psychically screams FAKE NEWS!!! into their brains every time their CO’s attempt to bark out new orders.

“Best school project ever,” Quire shouts. Emma smirks.

“Extra credit to the first person to psychically leak the full extent of just how extensively governments have invaded their citizens’ privacy with surveillance extremism in the name of national security.”

Jean attempts a half second of chastisement, but with them all linked this closely, there’s really no way to hide that she’s mostly just amused. Oh no, she and Emma are seeing eye to eye on something and there are witnesses and everything. The revolution was a mistake.

Atlanteans and mutant hydrokinetics team up to shove the worst oil and toxic waste and trash spills up onto the shores of every beach marked ‘privately owned’. The mile-wide ‘island’ of plastic debris that formerly sat in the middle of the Pacific is now parked off the coast of Malibu.

There’s a twenty foot demon from Limbo sitting in the Oval Office. It burps. Illyana beams and boops its nose. “Good boy.” It wags its tail and breaks the Oval Office.

Kitty and Kurt direct teams of similarly powered mutants in raiding the top secret R&D facilities of major pharmaceutical companies for all their research on diseases that never made it to mass production because they decided those treatments or cures wouldn’t be profitable in the long run because healthy people don’t need to spend a ton of money on medical care. Teams of healers are standing by to vet the viability of various research, while Hank, Cece and other mutant geniuses are already working on filling in the gaps on all the projects that were shutdown and Forge, Madison Jeffries and tech-based geniuses are converting existing infrastructure into the necessary machinery to take over mass production of these drugs, prosthetics, and sweatshop labor in general.

Speedsters and teleporters are redistributing food and stocking up the millions of properties worldwide that have just been sitting there empty for god knows how long, useless. Colossus is standing in the smashed remains of a mansion with his arms crossed sternly while a man who is definitely not meant to resemble the CEOs of either Tesla or Amazon or look like some kind of Musky Bozo hybrid cowers on the floor.

“You are a very stupid man,” Colossus says. “Why are you wasting billions funding research into space travel when there are aliens with a strong grasp of the technology in the ships that brought them here on every superhero team on Earth? You could have easily provided the Earth with working and widely accessible space travel by now if you weren’t so miserly.”

“Yeah,” Juggernaut says behind him, scratching his head. “Aliens have been coming and going from this planet for like fifty years. There are tons of fancy spaceships anyone could’ve just reverse engineered and mass produced by now. How come nobody’s ever done that and we’re all just acting like space travel is some far-off dream when everyone we know’s been to space like at least ten times?”

“Stupid people,” Colossus rumbles again. Musky Bozo wets himself and Piotr sighs and shakes his head. He didn’t even touch him.

Cyclops and Wolverine and their teams of bruisers are already done with the ICE facilities and have progressed to busting open prisons and liberating all nonviolent offenders. They inform everyone else that they can appeal to a panel of telepaths to read their minds and see for themselves that they’re innocent.

“Guilt determined by mind-reading?” Someone asks. “Lots of potential for sketchiness there.”

“Absolutely,” Scott says. “Which is why laws about boundaries and oversight have to be established. For now, its a volunteer basis only. Nobody has to get their mind read, but its an option available in the meanwhile as we sort out a better system for determining who’s been imprisoned for crimes of premeditated malice and abuse and who’s just been railroaded by an unjust and biased system.”

“So this is your new utopia, huh?” Sneers the prison warden, from the floor where he’s on his ass with a busted face because, idk, Reasons.

Scott just shakes his head. “No. It’s merely a start.”

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, but if its broke and you wanna fix it, you gotta start somewhere,” Logan says gruffly. “Shit was broke. This is ‘starting somewhere.’”

He and Scott share a very Passionate look of camaraderie. Rogue sighs loudly.

“Just fuck already, jfc.”

Logan grunts. He already offered, but apparently all Personal Business must wait until after the Revolution was over, because a Scott Summers who put himself first was very clearly an impostor, so its not like Logan could even fucking get mad considering Scott putting in a pin in sucking each other’s faces after their We Were Both Dead But Now We’re Not and Also What the Fuck Was Up With Us For the Five Whole Years Before That reunion was what confirmed that it was definitely the Real Scott’s tongue in his mouth.

“Alright, let’s move it people,” Logan barks, clapping his hands. “There’s three more joints to hit before sundown. We got a timetable here.”

Jubilee squints at him suspiciously. “Since when are you efficient?”

“Mind your own fucking business.”

At no point does anyone suggest they erase the most sacred sites of all the world’s major religions and call them all fake or randomly resurrect a bunch of dinosaurs and release them on unsuspecting and innocent populations, because those are terrible ideas and make no sense and just because they’re stinkin’ commies now doesn’t mean they’re fucking morons.

Also, nobody grows a ridiculous beard or stops using shampoo or starts wearing flip flops or robes, because apparently those are not actually essential components of being a stinkin’ commie or even just a garden variety peace-aspiring socialist. They checked. Extensively. It was almost a dealbreaker. Emma, Monet and Roberto all threatened to side with the Capitalist Pigs if that was not thoroughly clarified before proceeding any further.

Thus ends my first issue. I email Marvel the script. They email it back, almost entirely redacted in red, with the note “This isn’t quite what we were looking for. Do you have anything about a new cure for mutants, maybe?”

I email them back: LOL NO. MAGNETO WAS RIGHT.

I am promptly fired.

I go back to ranting about how Marvel sucks on the internet.

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ask-kurt-wagnerandrpwithhim · 4 years ago

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#yo the point isn't about redeeming him: he's still bad nobody said otherwise. it's not about liz's age either like idk how you got there the hell. if the only parent is charged in a case, the kids go to the closest relative. because johnny isn't legally her dad and loki's on earth they gotta stay among jotuns AKA liz's dad. the guy can still lose and have liz charged for something. that's how trials work. that's what could happen here if johnny comes#

After writing this all out I realize I should have just listed all the legal loopholes Liz could use, all the ways she hasn't actually done anything wrong in the eyes of the 9 realms laws, and the fact that as I presume we are basing it off earth laws we know of Lizzy technically can't get into legal trouble unless Odin decides to punish her for... literally anything, really, in many countries there are laws specifically for pissing off the monarch to the point of treason still... maybe this all would have been easier had I chosen to go that route, but I wanted at least one form of a monarchy to hold it's royals legally accountable for shit... anyways, it's a long read to follow.

Laufey is dead, as in most iterations of the comics and in the movies, it has been stated that all of Loki and Liz's other biological siblings are dead on this blog before, and Liz's mom is a cat and those only live for about 15 years I think, so other than Loki she has no biological family the kids could go to, save for some super distant cousins maybe. So, either the children would have to go to Loki or, by your logic since you're right Johnny has not filled out any paperwork to adopt Lizzy, they would go to a trusted advisor of the Jotunhiemn royal family, but when you bring into the mix how abused Lizzy was growing up I don't think any Jotun advisor would be trusted, so they would go to the care of the next royal family willing to care for them.

I've exhausted all my knowledge of how pressing charges against someone works, and the only laws she's broken thus far are as follows: illegal immigration to Earth and maybe assuming a false identity if you squint really hard, the lines on that in regards to a royal faking being a normal person aren't really... there... as it doesn't usually happen, and she hasn't stollen any identities or lied about her name, she just didn't tell anybody she's a princess and even Kurt, who is friends with Loki, did not connect the dots on Liz's last name. So, in a court setting, she could be charged with one thing and the usual punishment for that is a fine and deportation, isn't it? So, he wouldn't be getting much out of insisting charges be pressed for that, especially when you take into consideration that she's blind and stumbling through a shortcut between worlds was a little too easy.

Now, he could insist charges be pressed on whoever has been running Jotunhiemn in her absence because they clearly knew she was on earth, as I have had her state openly that she gets letters from Jotunhiemn inviting her to fancy royal galas and that she even attended a couple before the kids were born and they always brought her back to earth, but that's not exactly her fault, especially since she can't exactly navigate Jotunhiemn on her own -first time she tried she ended up on earth - and she hadn't been there for years. Someone would have had to assist her. And it's not like the 5 foot tall runt who barely uses magic is going to intimidate the giants around her, so you can't even really claim she was demanding they take her back to earth.

The reason I brought up her age is because I was under the impression with all the custody talk that part of the court hearing was going to be a custody battle of some sort, whether it be that she was unfit to be a mother or he was going to demand custody if he got away with being on earth unannounced.

And lastly, it's been shown in the movies and displayed in the comics that shortly after someone who is not meant to be on earth shows up on earth via magical means, or even normal means and simply possesses magic, Strange knows and is deciding if they are a threat or not and how to deal wjth the situation. In the movies this is displayed rather aptly, presumably Loki and Thor had only beem on earth for all of 5 to 20 minutes, depending on how far away from the bifrost landing area picked they needed to walk to get to the nursing home, I would assume not very far but it's New York so foot traffic could have affected that. Loki is suddenly magically yoinked from the sidewalk and Thor is left with a business card that essentially tells him exactly where to go. Strange explains to Thor upin his arival that it's his job as sorcerer supreme to keep track of magical threats and Loki is high on that list but there are obviously magical threats not on the list, if the list is a real thing, just like there are threats to every day life that don't immediately come to mind when you think "in what ways could I possibly die within the next hour?" So, obviously, part of being The Sorcerer Supreme is keeping track of all magical happenings om your planet or in your reality, depending on what cannon you go with, as in some Marvel properties Strange is literally in charge of the magical safety of the very universe he is in, such is the case of Superhero Squad. Strange also showed up pretty quickly to slap the cuffs on Lizzy's ex, who I had not openly stated how long he had been there but tried to imply it wasn't very long as Liz texted Kurt about the situation the moment the fire was set. And even if he had been there long, the moment he became a threat to others Strange was clearly allerted as again he showed up very quickly. So, if Strange is to keep track of all magical happenings on Earth he would have noticed Lizzy when she first arived if he had been given the job by then, if not The Ancient One would have been notified and they, in the comics and movies, are very vigilant almost to the point of paranoia if they weren't proven right about almost everything they warn others about very shortly after warning them, and since Lizzy was never payed a visit by any sorcerer supreme before her house was burnt down we can guess she wasn't seen as a threat of any kind. Since the sorcerer supremes job is to keep track of such things and individuals then we would be able to draw the conclusion that simply being on earth isn't enough to make the sorcerer supreme intervene, however if we go with the idea that simply being on earth unannounced is an issue then the sorcerer supreme of the time she came to earth would be at blame too, since they didn't let anybody know or do anything about it.

All in all, Loki is the only known biological family option if the kids get taken away, Lizzy is likely too young to be at fault for anything Johnny does in the eyes of the laws of the realms, whoever has been running Jotunhiemn in Lizzy's absence is in deep shit for sending her back to earth, the sorcerer supreme at the time likely knew Lizzy showed up in earth out of the blue and did nothing about it, and Lizzy has only actually broken one law which in every iteration of Marvel cannon Thor and Loki have done at least once each but didn't actually get in trouble for on Asgard as usually its banishment and on earth we don't know why nobody does anything about it, so clearly people from other realms and planets dropping on in and setting up camp isn't a big deal in the eyes of the world governments, just when other humans do it. The result we get from this is Lizzy probably can't be charged with anything, Loki is the most likely to get custody of the kids unless rules are different for royals and royal parents get to choose who they sign cutody off to, which is likely the case even on earth, and if Lizzy being on earth is such a big, illegal deal then at least 2 other people are going to be in trouble and she's likely going to get off scott free because, and I can't stress tbis enough, she is a blind abuse victim who had no clue when she got to earth that she was on another planet and nobody sent her back or brought her back when they totally could. Also, since I'm borrowing heavily from Earth court stuff I could have just said Lizzy doesn't even have to be a part of the trial at all since she's a princess and her ex is a non royal nobleman and thus, by earth laws, she is above the law technically as no civil or criminal cases can be taken against members of a royal family here on earth in our reality, though they are still held to certain standards by whoever is above them, such as in England the Queen can punish another member of the royal family for breaking the law. In Lizzy's case, since her dad is dead, she would answer to Odin who is above all royals in all the 9 realms as stated in all comics, movies, and in the myths as well, and seeing as Odin has banished his own sons to earth in many realities, including this one so I have an excuse to ship Thor and Jane, I doubt he would say a damn thing about Lizzy staying on earth. I may seem off the rails, but I promise I know what I'm doing with this. My mother raised me on loopholes and common legal misconceptions because of family history. I know how to weasel myself and my characters out of trouble while still obeying the law to the letter. For instance, a judge will usually allow something that should definitely not be used as evidence based on the fact it's been used before and thus has a "legal president" and they don't actually question if it proves anything or not. Lizzy can't be charged with anything because it's rather common for people from the other realms to go to earth and everybody knows Loki and Thor aren't from earth. Her ex can be charged with attempted regicide, abuse, attempting to force Lizzy into a relationship due to her age and the likelihood that legally in 8 of the 9 realms she is still a child, and possibly even more than that. Lizzy may have to sign custody over to Loki, but I doubt that's gonna do much. The worst possible outcome for Liz: Loki also ends up with legal custody of Lizzy due to her age.

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coolgirl · 8 years ago

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Fic recs masterpost

ok so i used to have a lot of fics masterposts on my old blog and people keep asking for recs + i wont be able to upddate them or anything anymore so i decided to just move them all to this blog

under the cut: AUS / arkham knight / jaykyle / jayroy / robin!jason / gen / angst fics

*: last added (april 4) // for some reason the links arent working so go to jasontodd.tumblr.com/ficrecs for the links, sorry!

AUS

The Virtue of Revenge | young justice au with jason as red x making his own team with roy, starfire, raven, and others. i love it, even if it has shaky moments and stuff pls give it a chance.

crystal silence creeping down | young justice/lost days au

Flicker from View | another young justice au

Live to Rise | yes. you guessed it. young justice au.

Collide & Convergence | au where post crisis jason goes to the young justice universe

The Changeling Sequence | series where jason meets damian before he went to gotham. The last part is a wip that i doubt will ever get updated again, so uh be careful. read only the first or second part and forget about the third.

The Drag of Fate | au where jason is lady shiva’s son as well. Part of a series, which i also highly recommend but idk if they would be au as well

heavy on the heart | another jason and cass are bio siblings. A+.

Didymous | cass and jason are twins.

repairing the world | i dont know how to explain this series.. its an au and really really good. Jason doesn’t appear in all the pieces.

just go | jayroy, wings au

In the Shadows (of Who We Used to Be) | jayroy, black widow & hawkeye au

The Family (or how Jason Todd was adopted by the Avengers) | marvel crossover

bad boys bad boys (whatcha gonna dooo) ♫ | jason is damian’s batman. iconic fic imo.

Rise (And Try Not to Fall) | star wars au

A Bird in Morning | bruce finds jason when he’s at the hospital after crawling out of his grave

Moment Between | ghost jason & ghost martha and thomas wayne

We’re not in Crime Alley Anymore | au where jason was younger when bruce took him (and he didnt become robin)

Perhaps The World Ends Here | marvel crossover, future jaykyle

Batten Down the Hatches | a few different aus here. young justice + helena wayne

My Brother's Keeper | jason & damian knew each other from before + damian arrives to gotham just for jason

When the Moon Found the Sun | main story is clark/bruce but it’s preetty cute. soulmates au.

Between the Light and the Dark* | damian & jason uuhm i cant remember what this one was about per se bc im reading like 5487 similar fics but yeah

Two Dead Birds | time travel stuff

Red Blood, Blue Blood | jason (and the rest of the batkids) are bruce’s biological kids, yeah i wasnt a big fan of the premise at first either but its gud

Rebirth | talia & jason, mind the warnings

you belong among the wildflowers | kate n renee adopt jason instead of bruce

We're the warriors of tomorrow | Cass, Jason and Damian meet while with the League of Shadows

Can You Hear Me? | ghost jason

to death's other kingdom I will not go | bruce makes it on time au

The Ties That Bind | The pit restores Jason's body but not his mind, Ra's makes him one of his assassins and Talia adopts him as her own.

death’s outlet song of life* | the gordons find jason before the events of lost days

reflections on shattered mirrors.* | talia & jason stuff

Come Alive* | young justice s3 based

A Path Upon The Ground* | au from lost days, eddie and jason meet again

ARKHAM VERSE

If He Had Come & the sequel Desiderium | au where bruce rescued jason before he could become the arkham knight.

the roads we know

this gun needs no bullets

JASON & BRUCE CENTRIC (not romantic)

Quack | this one is so crackish but so so cute i love it, robin jason

If He Had Come & sequel Desiderium | arkham knight verse and its so good and has a lot of bruce & jason feels

Neverland / Keep Lying To Me | deaged/ little jason from another universe.. sad and cute

Icarus and Bubble Gum | fluff, robin jason

Knock On Death’s Door | bit of both but not so so so angst, red hood jason

dead and dying things | au

In Memoriam | angst, trying to fix their relationship, red hood jason

If the Fates Allow | angst, red hood jason

The D-Word | fluff kind of.. red hood jason

This Place We Built With Grace and Guilt | angst angst angst, red hood jason

I Love You | robin jason, fluff

Wayward Birds | fluff and angst, robin jason

yesterday’s gone, yeah it went away (i’ve been lost but i’m here today) | another trying to fix their relationship fic, its cute and sad

We’re not in Crime Alley Anymore | au where jason was younger when bruce took him (and he didnt become robin)

Little Absences | sad, robin & red hood

Schrödinger's Honest Man | sad, drugs tw, absolute fave

White Christmas | bruce & robin!jason

Frozen History | de-age

Stargazer | jason n bruce patching their relationship.. its iconic

Unconventional Family Reunions | bvs setting

Prompt: Trapped | mind the warnings

Safe In My Arms

The Failures of Reverse Engineering | ghhm not really bruce & jason maybe?

to death's other kingdom I will not go | bruce saves jason au

points of impact | glass case get fucked

is it my fault? (we've been missing each other)*

waiting for you. *

The Little Things*

World's Finest* | my uwus my uwus have fallen everywhere

JAYKYLE (all iconic)

In Which Kyle Confesses The Same Thing Six Times

milk and honey

Batman vs Space Bureaucracy

deadlock

attention to detail

tempest in a teapot

violet tendencies

no love, no glory (no hero in his skies)

keep the door open for me

waffles and war

The Art of Subtlety (jason lives au)

Perhaps The World Ends Here | marvel crossover, future jaykyle

Riding in Batcars with Boys

boy, you fill my lungs with sweetness

no chance, no way, i won't say it (no, no)

a change in the atmosphere

invitation to commitment

Overexposed

i deserve that, don't i, some sort of blazing love that i can live with

i won't say

The water is always warmest at dawn

JAYROY (all iconic too)

sleepless

Countdown

just go (wings au)

Unspoken

(for thy love is) better than wine (E)

Rooftops

Dick Wolf is a Really Funny Name

A headache isn’t always a bad thing

sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies [high school au]

kairosclerosis

The Night They Met

march down an empty street (like a ship into the storm) *

Archange de la mort (rallume ton flambeau) * | hic warning lol

this time, the loser wins | steph & jason centric though

So Baby Come Light Me Up *

Little Talks *

All the light is never ending, much like you and I; *

Don't let me go, for I feel I may fall * | soulmates au

Something Reckless *

OTHERS

how to make a home. * | some eddie/jason if you squint, rose/eddie/jason team up

This Car Ain't Big Enough For The Both Of Us* | could be read as jayconnor :3

Robin/young!Jason

The Art of Subtlety | jason lives au, jaykyle

Little Absences | sad, robin & red hood

I Love You | robin jason, fluff

Wayward Birds | fluff and angst, robin jason

Icarus and Bubble Gum | fluff, robin jason

Quack | this one is so crackish but so so cute i love it, robin jason

we were not tragedies | jason & babs, read warnings

Heavy Home | gen, alfred & jason

Good News (No One Mourns the Wicked) | Jason & steph & damian. harold they’re dead (kinda robin!jason??)

Love Yourself (So No One Has To) | good amazing au with some selina & jason (not really.. robin but it starts as robin!jason i guess?)

Moment Between | ghost jason & ghost martha and thomas wayne

We’re not in Crime Alley Anymore | au where jason was younger when bruce took him (and he didnt become robin)

Tired & Laundry | kinda au, read tw!

Smoke | jason & jim gordon

White Christmas | bruce & robin!jason

is it my fault? (we've been missing each other)* | mix of present and past jason

Sidekick*

waiting for you.* | technically baby jason

The Little Things*

World's Finest* | oh this one.. my uwus

GEN

hold on to what we are, hold on to your heart | gen, Barbara & Jason friendship. Some dinahbabs & jayroy

gotta give the boy points | gen, absolute fave

Strangers in Nothing but Name | marvel crossover, side steve/bucky

If He Had Come | Desiderium | Arkham Verse, gen

I can’t think up a good name for this | young justice verse, gen apart from canon relationships

A Better Thesis | gen, p short but i loved it

The F-Word | gen, batboys being batboys

until i’m in my grave | gen, wip

Robins United | gen, batkids bonding, except for cass, thats my only complaint

Free of Dogma | gen, canon divergence, marvel crossover w Jason & Bucky

bad boys bad boys (whatcha gonna dooo) ♫ | au where damian is jasons robin and not dick’s, obviously damian & jason brotp.

Heavy Home | gen, alfred & jason

In the Shadow of Two Gunmen | gen, Marvel crossover

Flicker from View | side Barbara/Dick, young justice verse

I Love You | gen, Bruce & Jason

how to hide a stray resurrected superhero from your parents/parental figure | au, jason & tim friendship kinda

One For The Road | Jason/Roy/Koriand’r but its SO cute

Baby, It’s Cold Outside | gen, Dick & Jason

The (Family) Doctor’s Appointment | gen, batboys bonding

The Family (or how Jason Todd was adopted by the Avengers) | marvel crossover, gen

Reason | wip, gen, canon divergence

Soliloquy | gen, tim & Jason brotp, and really cute batfam moments

Red As The Shadow Of Death | gen, young justice/under the red hood verse

Give Yourself a Chance | gen, duke & Jason & leslie brotpish

homecoming | outlaws brotp fic, could be considered shippy if you want to

And I Said What About Breakfast at Tiffany’s | jason & steph

Of Bats and the Forsaken | jason & all the batkids, side steph/cass and jay/roy if you squint

this is a long drive (for three robins who don’t agree on much) | no capes au, steph & jason & damian, background tim/tam

The Dying of the Light | marvel crossover, bucky & jason, canon divergence

Cat | selina & jason, catlad au

Killing for Love | cass & jason, au where jason was lady shivas son

Keep Lying To Me | de-aged au, just heartbreaking imo, cursed fic

The Social Habits of Robin | gen, batboys. Where_is_cass.jpg tho

Steph and Jay’s Excellent Adventures | series, Steph & Jason

Neverland | jason & batkids, young!jay travels to the future. sad asad sad

on a thin chain of moments and something like faith | gen, jason & cass & steph mostly. really good

Good News (No One Mourns the Wicked) | Jason & steph & damian. harold they’re dead

In a Parallel Life | batboys focused, it has amazing dialogue, dynamics, and characterization. It’s only missing Cass and the rest of the girls.

repairing the world | series, not everything is about the batfam.

Born to Run (Born to Rise) | Jason & Talia having a mother/son relationship reblog if you agree

Live to Rise | it updated again p recently so yay! young justice verse

To Save a Dying City | jason + other people

Let’s Have Some Fun This Beat Is Sick | mostly damian centric

Movie Night: The Mummy | read trigger warnings, batboys

The Trading Chain | not jason centric, but it has cass being older than jason and calling him “little brother” so noice

we sure know how to run free | jason & cass

Yesterday’s Voices | bruce loses his memory au

Nests and Cages series | read trigger warnings

Roots | barbara centric, really good plot and characterization

Love Yourself (So No One Has To) | good amazing au with selina & jason

Retrograde Motion | de aged jason au

Provenance | mostly roy centric, bruce fucks oliver’s life for what he did to roy. iconic

Schrödinger's Honest Man | sad, drugs tw, absolute fave

Batten Down the Hatches | a few different aus here. young justice + helena wayne

My Brother's Keeper | jason & damian knew each other from before + damian arrives to gotham just for jason

White Christmas | bruce & robin!jason

until i'm in my grave v2 | this one is already mentioned in this post BUUUT the writer started rewriting it so!

Frozen History | de-age

Stargazer | jason n bruce patching their relationship.. its iconic

show me yesterday, for i can’t find today | time travel au

Warm Enough | alfred & jay fluff

Parallels | mia & jason team up

Legacy | reverse robins, not jason centric but hes there alright.. i think.. i cant remember :D

What are the words I'm forbidden to say?* | damian & jay fluff

Cracked Foundation| jason n damian

Cat's Cradle | more jason n damian

spaces in between | damian & jason again

When the lights go out | damian & jason, theres a pattern here

in my head, i do everything right | some jason & steph

is it my fault? (we've been missing each other)* | past & future jason

life, if well lived* | jason travels back in time and meets martha & thomas wayne

In Charge * | babie jason

Pyrrhic victory* | jason & damian stuff

Twists and Turns* | more jason & damian bonding

Of Brothers and Batcows* | guess what.. yes! more jason & damian

This Car Ain't Big Enough For The Both Of Us* | jason & connor.. say no more!

First Gear* | back to jason & damian please read this.. damian tries to teach jason to drive

changing, falling, fading (please watch over me)* | jason bonds with damian & steph

ANGST

Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death [read the trigger warnings!!]

in the repairing the world series there are a lot of fics dealing with jason, tho Warm Enough ugh not all are centered around him. I would say read Escalation | Coup de Grâce | Interlude for the rh!jason arc, and Tired & Laundry for robin!jason. [also read trigger warnings]

Countdown | jason/roy]

those six days [trigger warnings again!!!]

Call | angst

the tune without the words | kind of character study from jim gordon’s pov

Unspoken | jason/roy, really angsty if you remember how red hood arsenal ended

If He Had Come & Desiderium | arkham knight verse, read trigger warnings!

Reason | on hiatus :/

hold on to what we are, hold on to your heart | this is my favorite ever.. read trigger warnings

Heavy Home | alfred & jason

until i’m in my grave [trigger warnings!]

Keeping Broken Pieces Together

Monsters | marvel crossover

gotta give the boy points | this one please!!!! another fav. read trigger warnings

The weight of it [trigger warnings!]

Live to Rise | young justice verse

Neverland | THIS ONE IS PURE ANGST!!! please its so sad..

Keep Lying To Me | this one has some angsty scenes too im sad emoji

hangman is coming down from the gallows | some angst

Movie Night: The Mummy | read trigger warnings, batboys

Love Yourself (So No One Has To)

All in the Blood [read trigger warnings]

Little Absences

Stargazer | jason n bruce patching their relationship.. its iconic

Rebirth * | mind the warnings and its really. sad.

The Failures of Reverse Engineering *

Eternal Soliloquy * | sad sad

throw me a lifeline (I might even catch it) *

changing, falling, fading (please watch over me) * | jason & steph & dami angst

#dc: fic #i'm posting from phone so if its fucked.. that's why #if the read more doesn't work i'll fix it tomorrow

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groundramon · 8 years ago

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🌟 Teen Titans or My Hero Academia 🌟

Teen Titans:

Character I first fell in love with: Robin was my first favorite character in the show. But between Terra and watching the middle of the Trouble in Tokyo movie and later being EXTREMELY disappointed with the bullshit “oh it was just ink so its okay!!” trick they pulled when i finally watched it all (i know i shouldnt have expected anything more from a show but….HE SHOULD STILL DEAL WITH THE RAMIFICATIONS THAT HE HAS THE /ABILITY/ TO KILL, DAMN IT. THAT’S INTERESTING CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND PLAYS INTO HIS CHARACTER ARC EXTREMELY WELL. FUCK THE TROUBLE IN TOKYO MOVIE [I dont hate the trouble in tokyo movie tbh but IM FOREVER ANGRY AT IT] he kinda fell from grace. He’s still one of my favorite characters though because damn, his arc in the first season is amazing enough to make up for my personal feelings about him lacking character development in other seasons. He’s also a really well-constructed version of a trope to the point where he’s actually a proper subversion of the trope, which is ironic because the very thing that makes him so great of an example of the trope done well is sticking to the trope literally (he’s the literal embodiment of a hero focused only on their job, but he’s SO focused on it that it makes him a super fascinating and complex character)

Character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Tbh Terra?? Apparently somewhere I had heard that Terra was evil or had a sneaking suspicion because when I saw her first episode had recorded I was like *squints* but then I watched it and was like “….thats not what I was expecting Terra to be like. Okay.” and then by the moonlight scene I had fallen in love. I cried like twice by the end of the episode. Have you ever been so overwhelmed with love for a character that you just cry because I have. Also Starfire, idk she really grew on me in later seasons. I could never hate her since she’s not a mean-spirited character but she did feel a little bland until she got more character development. I’m still sad she didn’t get more character development, though; I’m still really confused about her backstory and if Teen Titans ever got a reboot (a proper, serialized one) the season better fucking be about Starfire (and the Terra cliffhanger too, but still)

Character everyone loves but I don’t: Idk I like pretty much all the titans fine. My least favorite would probably be Beast Boy but I cant even say “I dont like him” because he’s got so much wonderful development and depth to him for a trope that usually pisses me off. I also probably dont like Raven as much as other people but she’s still one of my favorite characters.

Character I love but everyone else hates: TERRA yall are just spoiled with Zuko, SHE CAME FIRST U FOOLS (I could make an argument about what factors can/do contribute to the reason people hate her, some unspoken rules about fiction and others bigotry-based, but thats a post for another day and also not everyone who dislikes terra is going to dislike her for those reasons so…but tldr there’s an explanation for the common “i think she’s annoying” that stems from an actual unspoken rule about fiction so I actually in a way understand where they’re coming from)

Character I used to love but don’t any longer: I kinda already addressed Robin, but I still like him. Also Slade because in season 1 I was like “holy shit this is a badass villain, I like him a lot” but then in season 2 he made me cry. Fuck you slade

Character I would kiss: Platonically or motherly? Terra 100%

Character I want to slap: SLADE

A pairing I love: STARTERRA IS??? SO GOOD?? its my rarepair and i came up with it and its mine…other people can have it too though thats fine. Pls make my rarepair a not-rarepair. Tbh that’s the only thing I really ship in Teen Titans; anything else is a “aw that’s kinda cute”, the ship below, another rarepair I haven’t thought of yet, or a “wtf why would you ship that”

A pairing I hate: I really, really dont like BBRae. I dont know if hate is the right word because there’s nothing wrong with it, but….ghah. I dont like ships that stick a quiet kid with an “annoying”/super talkative one. Like I said there’s nothing wrong with it, please dont call BBRae abusive lmfao its not (contrary to many pairings of this nature, BB actually takes steps to rectify his mistakes when he goes too far with Raven), but I just dont like ships where one individual or both individuals find the other(s) annoying. Idk I feel bad for Raven whenever the show puts her in situations where she has to be annoyed, I’d dare say she could have some sort of sensory issues besides just being an introvert and being an introvert with sensory issues myself I can tell you that not having down time and/or being around crying children is SUPER PAINFUL. I just feel like both of them would be happier as friends and with partners that fit their personalities and temperaments more.

My Hero Academia:

Character I first fell in love with: Tsuyu, I watched BNHA mostly because of Tsuyu tbh

Character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Kirishima?? I looked at art of him before and he looked angry but he’s such a fucking sweetheart?? you’d think he’d be like conceited and angry and energetic and want to punch everything, like a less violent/cruel version of Bakugo, but he’s like the opposite?? I love him so much

Character everyone loves but I don’t: BAKUGO. I’m sorry but your screaming son pisses me off. I dont like angry characters

Character I love but everyone else hates: Tbh I dont know if anyone hates the characters I like? Kirishima is underrated though. Draw Kirishima in something outside of Bakushima you cowards.

Character I used to love but don’t any longer: Uhh I dunno? Aizawa? I thought he would be more charmingly pessimistic based on tumblr posts than he actually is, and I just found him to be needlessly cruel to his students in the show. Like there’s strict, and then there’s being a jackass to people that you have legal power over.

Character I would kiss: idk, platonically speaking I just want to comfort izuku and/or izuku’s mom tbh

Character I want to slap: Hmm sometimes I want to slap All Might for never saying what Izuku really, really needs to hear but not always. Otherwise Endeavor, hes a jackass. Also Mineta would be here but slapping is not all Mineta deserves. Mineta would enjoy being slapped by me. He doesn’t deserve that. He deserves nothing. Not even oxygen.

A pairing I love: HEY HAVE I MENTIONED HOW MUCH I LOVE DEKUSHIMA LATELY? BECAUSE I REALLY LOVE DEKUSHIMA. Honorable mentions: Tododeku, Tsuchako, The lion guy x the invisible girl (sorry too lazy to look up their names-), Iida x Deku and/or Todoroki x Iida and/or all three together and happy, and tbh Ochako and Deku is really cute too, mutual puppy love is my favorite type of overused romance tropes. It’s so innocent and pure. PS feel free to mix and match todoroki, deku, iida, and kirishima because honestly? they’re all good, esp polyamorous ships.

A pairing I hate: BAKUDEKU this one i can safely say i hate because like ?? What bakugo did is not fucking “playful teasing”?? This isn’t Klance or BBRae (which btw im tentative on Klance for the same reason as BBRare but Klance has improved in-canon a little so I’m more on-board now), the characters don’t share a mutual annoyance with each other that eventually blooms into friendship and mutual respect. From what I can tell, in the manga currently, despite being quite a ways along in the story, Bakugo still doesn’t treat Izuku well even with him mellowing down a bit, and in his current position in the anime? Bakugo is straight-up an abusor of Izuku. Making Izuku fear for his life/safety around him, regularly impeding Izuku’s own progress for no good reason, literally telling Izuku to die…is this really what yall want to romanticize?? You can say “oh but he’s nicer in my version of the ship!! uvu” but you still looked at an extremely toxic bully-victim relationship and said “hey, there’s romantic potential there!” and idk about you but I find that to be pretty bad and pretty much romanticizing abuse.

Thanks for the ask!!

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