#lil fic :)

[mothiepixie]

Thinking about Symbiote NM au. Lil fic, i suppose.

Dream will notice the extreme distance between Motti and him has made their relationship almost nonexistent. It's beyond normal, he notes, and it hurts him deeply.

He didn't want to reject Motti. There was nothing more than wanting to accept her feelings when she confessed. Bring her into his arms and relish in the love radiating off her body into his very core.

But now, he only knows the cold air. The lingering fragrance of her perfume. He doesn't remember the last time he heard her laugh. That cute snort when she laughs a little too hard or the crinkles at the corner of her eyes.

As he confronts her, the air around her is so thick with negative feelings. Dream wonders did his rejection really hurt that much?

"I haven't seen you for months. You do not come for practice anymore." He tells her. His voice filled with grief that he attempts to overshadow with a calm concern.

Motti can't look him in the eye. She looks like an animal trapped in an corner that it sends alarm bells throughout Dream's body.

"I've just been really preoccupied." Motti finally speaks, not once glancing up to look him in the eyes. He feels waves of her lies wash over him and it twists his nonexistent stomach.

"I have been so worried about you. I miss you." He speaks gently, almost cautionary as not to spook her.

He is overwhelmed with a wave of resentment. Thick miasma of confusion and hurt. Motti bites her bottom lip, looking as if she is fighting within herself.

"Don't say that to me." Her voice sounding pained.

Dream was more than worried now. Something was terribly wrong. No sooner reaching a hand out to place on her shoulder, he drew his hand back as if he had been burnt.

His eyelights shift from his simmering hand back to Motti and felt a sense a dread wash over him.

Black ooze seeping around her shoulder Dream had just touch. Tiny and sharp like thorns. Slowly, tendrils of black ooze start to encase around Motti's face.

It pooled around her left eye like a blackhole. A brilliant aquamarine eyelight shot open from the abyss.

A deep gritty voice chuckled, "Hello, brother."

Dream's body went rigid, "What- I thought you were-....what are you doing here? Inside her??"

Nightmare hummed with a twisted smile, a tendril coming to caress Motti's cheek, "Picking up the pieces you broke."

[aotearoa20]

Far From Home

Elves, Boromir has learnt, pass through this world with no whisper of footsteps. In all the time he has been here, he’s not sure how long anymore, he has seen them slip in and out of the trees like shadows.

So when he hears the rustle of tree branches, as Legolas makes himself known some distance away, he knows it’s for his benefit.

He makes no move to beckon him over but nor does he push him away as the elf comes to settle down beside him. The silence that follows appears to cause him far more discomfort than his companion, though after a while he does speak.

“You seem uneasy.”

Boromir shifts in his seat.

“I mean no disrespect,” he mutters, “I just prefer the company of my own people.”

His eyes widen as he realised what he said.

“I did not mean… You are not… Well, I only meant…”

His stammering is cut off by a merry laugh and he sighs into his hands. Damn the elf and his strangeness. He could not understand how Aragorn could hold conversations with him long into the night. He had not a clue what to say. His eyes look like they have seen too much yet he looks as young as some of the newer recruits he had been training just before he had left.

He frowned. How many of them had died while he’d been away on this journey, too far to be of any help?

“I understand,” the elf’s voice steers him back to the waking dream of the present, “It is difficult find rest in an unfamiliar place.”

“It is not just that,” he begins, but says no more.

They had traveled together three months but Boromir still doesn’t know where to place the Prince of Mirkwood. He knows that he is kind, he has seen it. And he know that he is trustworthy and skilled. He’d be lucky to have him at his side in battle. Yet there are times he seems so distant, like he walked in a different world, near but never quite touching their own.

“While you rest here, your own people are fighting the darkness that would overtake your lands.” Legolas supplies, “And they are losing. You want to be at their side.”

“It is true what they say of elven magic,” he sits up a little, edging just slightly away, “You can read minds.”

Legolas laughs again but shakes his head. Boromir remains unconvinced.

“But I know anyway, for it is the same in my mind.” He frowns and looks out into the branches, “My realm was great once. But I too cannot remember a time where we were not fighting the dark. There are times of greater peace but still it lingers.”

Boromir nods slowly, “Always a shadow.”

Legolas sighs softly and in it Boromir can hear his own exhaustion. It brings sorrow and… something else heavy on his chest and he doesn’t trust himself to speak until Legolas does again.

“You will go back to your people?”

He nods again, “But you will not return to yours.”

Legolas chuckles, “My father would wish it I think but- “

“What - Oh forgive me,” Boromir cleared his throat, but Legolas smiles at him and after a moments hesitation he continues, “Your father, what is he like?”

Legolas leans back, soundless against the undergrowth. It’s like it bends around to accommodate him. His held tilts to the side as he considers.

“Proud,” he says after a very long moment, “Stubborn. And kind, as often as he is able.”

Boromir hums in acknowledgment. It is all the more difficult to be kind in these days. He tries to picture the Elvenking. His face in his mind is probably more like his own father’s than it ought to be but it settles his heart somewhat.

“I am scared for him most of all.” Legolas says suddenly, Boromir turns to see his face unusually pinched in worry, “And my brothers. That something should happen to them while I am away.”

Without really thinking he places a hand on the elf’s shoulder. He regrets it almost instantly. He has not seen the elves of this forest so familiar. Still it had seemed the natural thing. Perhaps he’s gotten more used to the elf than he realised. He seems more present than the others of this forest, who float about like memories of songs long forgotten. Whatever he thought, Legolas leans into the touch quite readily.

“But you will stay all the same,” he asks softly, like he was talking to one of his young soldiers and not an immortal warrior.

“I am more use here I think,” Legolas replies, “working to a final end.”

Boromir pursed his lips and looked away.

“Do…” his words come out unsteady but he’ll not back down twice, “Do you really think this quest will succeed?”

He turns back and knows immediately he’s made a mistake. Those starlit eyes are too old, too clever and far too far away to understand his fear.

“What other hope is there? We must succeed.”

Boromir wonders at what sort of a being could speak with such blind conviction. He doesn’t know whether he fears or envies it. Of course such a creature of light could not understand the strange and dangerous thoughts that plague his waking moments. It was foolish even to ask.

“What else but to cave to despair and the Enemies purpose?”

“Is that what you think of me?” Boromir snaps.

Legolas’ eyes widen as if surprised, “No I… forgive me I suppose I speak only of my own mind.”

Liar. He almost sighs aloud. No… Scheming creature trying to catch him in a lie. Enough.

Boromir shakes the voices from his head and gets up quickly. He cannot trust himself to speak to anyone when the whispers draw near, least of all a riddling elf.

“There is hope yet Boromir,” He hears the elf call after him and almost laughs.

“If there is I cannot see it.”

It takes an effort but he looks back. He had no idea what genuine earnestness looks like on an elf, but Legolas’ expression is as close as he can imagine. Part of him wants to go back to sitting in his strange, quiet company but it is if a gulf of shadow lies between them now. Even so his eyes soften.

“I have gone long without hope, Master Elf. And I have fought long and hard without it. You need not fear for me.”

Legolas’ lips part slightly, as though he were about to say more but instead he just nods and smiles faintly. Boromir gives a slight bow and takes his leave. He will sort out the mess of darkness that kept clouding his thoughts. Then, and only then he might be able to speak more easily with the Prince of Mirkwood.

[13ag21k]

I had this little silly idea of Obi-Wan ending up reporting back their latest progress to the council during one of their missions literally sitting on Anakin's lap. Because Anakin insisted on not letting Obi-Wan stand for one second longer than needed after they had taken refuge in an abandoned and shabby building during a hard and extensive battle where their men had suffered many injuries, Obi-Wan had also managed to injure one of his legs.

So Anakin being himself wouldn't let go of him and literally drags Obi-Wan to sit on his lap during his call with the council. Obi-Wan knows he can't win this silly battle and gives into his exhaustion and lets himself rest just for a few minutes, while he is also easing Anakin's anxiety and stress by gently stroking his hair or rubbing circles on his back and it works wonders because Anakin almost seems to fall asleep and that makes Obi-Wan smile fondly at him when his head hits Obi-Wan's chest, his hair tickling Obi-Wan's neck, as he is talking and Anakin's arms begin loosening around his waist.

Meanwhile the entire council are preparing themselves for a long kriffing lecture about attachments for their sweet return home. Obi-Wan surely senses that but as Anakin starts to fall asleep against his chest and his breath evens, his body starting to relax, worrying about the council is one of his last priorities while his apprentice and his men are stuck on this godforsaken hell of a planet.

[spinning-stars]

Hannibal Comforting Will after a night terror❤️

I thought it was cute.

SFW/ FLUFF

Warnings- none🫶 actually its not proofread!

Hannibal wakes up in bed to the sound of soft crying. He looks over at Will and sees tears fall out of his closed eyes. Hannibal gently strokes Will's hair as he tries to calm him down. Will turns over and opens his eyes, he sees Hannibal staring at him with concern. "Are you okay? Was it another night terror?" he asks. Will nods and tries to sit up, his head feels like it is spinning. Hannibal gently places his hand on Will's chest to keep him down. Will closes his eyes again, trying to calm himself down, he lays his hand over Hannibal's. After a few minutes, Will finally speaks. "What time is it?" he asks looking around for the clock. Hannibal smiles softly and pulls back slightly so he can look at the clock beside him. "It's early morning, 4:32 to be exact," he replies. Will sighs loudly, he looks up at the ceiling. "No need to worry, you don't have work tomorrow, try and calm down and relax, just breathe slowly." Hannibal says while turning on a lamp.Will turns and clings on to Hannibals arm. "I've never seen you this affectionate," Hannibal chuckles quietly as he pulls the blanket off Will a bit to try and cool him down. "Hush." Will quietly laughs as they lay there together in each other's arms.

Authors note- Request are open! I'm probably going to be writing more about these 2, have a lovely day<3

[canadianhottmess]

Thinkin about Hyde calling Callie "my little hippie" while they are both high.

Hyde had moved from his chair to the couch beside the blonde, both sufficiently high. Getting stoned without the rest of the gang. She was always giggly while high, leaning on her friend.

"Hyde~" She hummed with a giggle.

"Hm? What?" He looked over to the girl. Absentmindly playing with her curls.

"Do you ever think about the stars?"

"The stars?"

"Yah! Like what if we are actually stars in someone elses galaxies." She says before bursting into a giggle fit. Steven smirks a bit.

"You're such a hippie." He chuckles. The name causing Callie to pout. "Hey no pouting. You're my little hippie"

She blushed 'My' was such a small word that made her insides twist. Resting her head on his shoulder.

[weighty-ghosts]

“Hope Springs”

Hope Springs, by weightyghosts

“When Remus, Sirius, James, and Peter travel to Wales to find Remus' mother's grave, they might end up with more questions than answers.”

Pairing: pre-wolfstar, more like Remus x His Three Besties One of Which He Fancies

Rating: teen

Word count: 2100

Genre: bit of angst, bit of drama, bit of wolfstar foreshadowing 

Published: January 31, 2022

Warnings: story takes place in a cemetery so there are mentions of death and dead people; the ending is open to interpretation but it’s basically either spooky or traumatic oops

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44696890

   Remus watched in the corner of his eye as Sirius turned his head towards him for the fifth time, opening his mouth to say something before thinking better of it and looking straight ahead again.

James, on Sirius’ other side, was better about hiding his impatience— he was actually quiet for a change— but Remus could still see his knee bouncing rapidly.

And Peter had fallen asleep a good twenty minutes ago.

Sirius’ entire body turned towards him now and Remus heard the intake of a big breath, the kind that usually preceded a rapid fire rant that Remus really wasn’t in the mood for, so he gave Sirius his best glare, effectively shutting that down.

Remus went back to picking at the blades of grass beneath him and staring unseeingly across the cobblestone lane at the simple iron gate.

The silence only lasted a few minutes. Which was more than Remus had been hoping for, realistically.

“Look,” Sirius finally said without preamble, “We came all this way!”

Remus watched James subtly kick Sirius and he closed his eyes against the squirming guilt in his stomach.

“I’m just saying,” Sirius continued, unbothered, “It’s hot, we’re here, let’s just go in.”  

“I need five more minutes,” Remus said.

“No,” Sirius whined, “My delicate porcelain complexion can’t handle another five minutes in this Welsh sun.”

“Hate to agree with him, Moony,” James chimed in as he pulled his sticky shirt away from his body, “But it’s hot as bollocks and we only have a few more hours before my parents start to wonder where we are.”

Remus sighed in defeat. “Fine.“

He flinched as Sirius bolted upright and threw his hands in the air in relief, cheering loudly enough that he startled Peter awake.

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

Sirius walked over and patted him on the head, then wrinkled his nose when he realised how sweaty Peter was. “Time to get out of the sun, Wormy,” he said as he wiped his fingers on his jeans.

Peter stood up to stretch widely— and nearly knocked over a woman walking past him.

“Sorry! Sorry,” he gasped, cheeks going bright red.

The woman smiled quickly at him but had her head ducked low, her nose almost buried in the bouquet of tiny blue flowers she was holding. Remus had a teacup and saucer with those flowers on them at home.

“Nice one, Pete,” James said as he also stood and stretched.

Remus watched the woman cross the lane; she looked to be in her early forties, tall and slight. She opened the gate to the cemetery with familiarity, her fingers closing it gently behind her. Remus swallowed and looked away.

“C’mon, Moony,” Sirius said softly.

Remus looked up at Sirius’ outstretched hand and took a long breath before grabbing it and letting himself be pulled to his feet. Sirius squeezed his hand once before letting go and turning to stand beside him, unknowingly squeezing Remus’ heart in the same way. James and Peter lined up next to him and they waited for him to take the first step.

*  *  *  *  *

“Are these supposed to be organised in some sort of way?” James asked after a few minutes of searching.

“It’s not alphabetical?” Peter frowned.

James elbowed Sirius for snorting.

“Considering that’s Hughes right next to Fung, I’d say no,” Sirius mock-whispered.

Peter hung his head and blushed. “I just meant it’d be easier if it was.”

“Yes it would be,” James said firmly.

Remus was a row away, his arms crossed over his body as his eyes skimmed the names on each headstone.

Pryce. Davies. Applegath. Rhydderch.

So many dead people.

Despite the August heat, Remus was chilled thinking about all the lives that had been put to rest here. How many people had known just one of the bodies buried below his feet? How many friends had they had? Children, lovers, neighbours, pets… Their lives were as complex and intricately woven together as the roots of the trees surrounding them now.

Perhaps his father had been right all along when he’d told Remus that a grave was no place for a child. Not that Remus was a child anymore at the age of fifteen, but at that moment, he wasn’t actually sure if he was old enough to really comprehend his surroundings and how they made him feel.

“Moony?”

Remus jumped at the voice so close behind him.

“Sorry,” Sirius smiled sheepishly. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” Remus shook himself a little and shrugged. “Just strange. All these people.”

Sirius hummed. “I kind of like it though. Makes me feel less alone.”

Remus let out a laugh of surprise. “What? Makes me feel the opposite.”

“Yeah? But how can anyone feel alone when you can see— literally see— how many people have lived and died here? Just in this one place? There must be hundreds of people buried here, hundreds of visitors every week. I think it’s wild how many people there are on this earth, and have been since the beginning of— what?”

Sirius stopped when he realised Remus had too.

“Nothing,” Remus said automatically, staring at Sirius and trying to figure him out. He was such a dolt some of the time— well, most of the time, for as long as Remus had known him— and then he would say or do things that made Remus stop and really look at him. Which wasn’t a hardship, if Remus was being honest with himself after months of denying how breathtakingly beautiful Sirius had become.

“You’re doing it again,” Sirius said softly, breaking Remus out of his reverie.

“What?” Remus frowned. “What?” he asked again when Sirius just smiled at him, feeling his own lips tugging at the corners too.

They both turned at the sound of James and Peter crunching over the dry grass towards them.

“Any luck?” James asked.

Remus felt his face fall a little when he realised Sirius had distracted him from remembering why they were here. “Oh, er, no.”

“How do you spell ‘Howl’ anyway?” Pete asked as he wiped his brow on his sleeve.

“H-o-w-e-l-l,” Remus recited, taking a deep breath before setting off on his mission again. “Hope. Hope Howell.”

*  *  *  *  *

Remus had spotted a handful of visitors in the cemetery, but his eyes kept getting drawn to the woman they had first seen go in. She was a few rows away, sitting in front of a small headstone, and was hidden from Remus’ view most of the time by the larger stones and the thick trees between them. But when he could see her, he watched her face dip beneath her straw sun hat as she fiddled with the bunches of tiny flowers; her sandy brown hair just brushing the tips of her shoulders; the modest, pastel checkered dress that moved in the breeze and reminded Remus of summer picnics.

He was filled with an immense feeling of sadness, of longing. Not unexpected when searching for his mother’s grave for the first time, surely, but what was unexpected was how hard Remus found it to watch the other people in the cemetery mourn their loved ones. Something he’d never been allowed to do before for his mother. Something he wondered if anyone would do for him.

He glanced back to where the woman had been but couldn’t see her again.

Remus walked away from the other boys for a minute, thankful that they knew him well enough to know when to push him and when to leave him be. He smiled then. There might have been important parts missing from his life, or cruel parts added in, but he was truly lucky to have what he did.

He was just contemplating turning around to find his friends when he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

“Excuse me?”

Remus turned in surprise to find the woman from before standing right behind him.

“Did you drop this?” she asked in a thick Welsh accent, holding out a single yellow daffodil.

Remus found it hard to tear his eyes away from hers to glance down at the flower, but he did and shook his head. “Oh, no, that’s not mine.”

The woman didn’t react much but she nodded slowly and dropped her hand. Her warm hazel eyes were flickering all across Remus’ face, up to his hair, down to his hands, and Remus probably should have felt uneasy by the scrutiny, but there was something about her that made Remus feel oddly comfortable. She had a calming presence about her, even though she was anxiously twisting the flower in her fingers, and Remus felt safe for some reason, the way he did when he went to James’ home.

“I’m sorry,” Remus found himself saying.

She tilted her head to the side, the small creases at the corner of her eyes deepening, and she opened her mouth to speak, when—

“Moony! Come here!”  

He looked over his shoulder to see James waving him over and Remus nodded at him quickly before turning back to the woman.

She took a step back, her eyes downcast now.

“My mistake,” she said, then abruptly side-stepped him and disappeared between the headstones. Remus blinked after her for a moment with a strange feeling twisting in his stomach.

He made his way over to James, who was propping up Sirius from under his arms.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“The drama queen claims he’s expiring from boredom and we’ll have to find him an empty plot before long,” James huffed, stumbling a little under Sirius’ dead weight.

Sirius stuck out his bottom lip and pouted up at Remus. “The end is nigh, Moonshine.”

Remus breathed a laugh and tried to push aside the buzzing in his head that had been building and building since they’d arrived on the train from London. “I think there’s been enough death for one day,” he said, reaching for Sirius’ arm to help James to right him, “Let’s go get some ice lollies and head back to the station.”

“Yay!” Sirius grinned and straightened up.

“Oi, Remus?”

“The muggle ones?” Sirius asked as he skipped along beside him. “The ones that claim they taste like grape or banana but don’t actually taste like any fruit known to man?”

“Eugh,” James stuck his tongue out. “The fudgy ones are so much better.”

“Remus…”

Remus chuckled. “We can look for both—”

“Remus!”

“What, Pete?” Remus huffed as he, Sirius, and James all whipped around to where Peter was standing a little ways away.

“You… Er, you need to see this.”

Remus frowned and shared a confused look with the boys before heading over.

“I just, I don’t know why I stopped,” Peter stammered, “Maybe the flowers, but…look. Look at the name.”

Remus slowed his steps, the chill floating back into his spine as he realised maybe he wasn’t ready for this. “Is it— Is it my mum?”

He felt a solid hand cover his own and looked down to see his fingers gripping tightly onto the fabric of Sirius’ shirt. Sirius squeezed his hand reassuringly and he let go quickly.

“What…the…bloody…”

James was standing beside Pete, gaping at the small headstone.

“What is it?” Sirius asked as he hurried over. “Woah.” His eyes widened before flicking back to Remus.

“Is it my mum?” Remus repeated, a little desperately.

“No, Moony,” Sirius said in an odd voice, “It— it isn’t your mum.”

Remus bit his lip and couldn’t help feeling relieved and disappointed at the same time. He didn’t know what to expect when he stepped closer to read the grave with the little blue flowers placed thoughtfully before it, but it hadn’t been this.

Remus John Lupin

March 10, 1960 — March 1, 1965

Fy machgen anwhlaf (my dearest boy)

The air rushed out of Remus’ lungs and a stunned silence rang in his ears.

“I don’t— I don’t understand—” he stammered, blinking away the sudden tears in his eyes as he turned to his friends. Their faces mirrored the shock and confusion he felt like the sweat beading along his brow.

“March 1, 1965…” James read out slowly. “Is that…”

“The day my mother and I were attacked,” Remus choked out, “The day mum was killed and I became a werewolf— What—” He sucked in a shaky breath.

“Re…” Sirius said. “You don’t think…?”

Remus ran a hand through his hair and the image of that woman’s face came to mind. He glanced over his shoulder in the direction she had disappeared in, his breath lodging in his throat when he unexpectedly remembered that those tiny blue flowers with the dots of yellow at the centre were called forget-me-nots. The same ones on his favourite teacup at home.

That woman. There had been something about her. Something comforting, safe. Familiar.

She was… she was…

Hope.  

[16magnolias]

-- Encantober Prompt Day 2: Strength --

He doesn’t remember the last time he held them, before the weight of their gifts and responsibilities dragged them further and further from each other. He wishes now he knew it would’ve been his last so that he could have held on just a little longer, given them one more hug, one more kiss to the forehead before sending them on their way into the cruel reality of the world they lived in. 

He does remember the first time he held every single one of them - how he cradled them awkwardly in his arms and how his heart grew large and warm and full as they snuggled against him.  Those moments were precious and celebrated, not stolen – not like this, calming Antonio in his crib in the shadows, heart hammering with fear at being caught and yet – the desire to have this memory to carry back into the walls with him is much stronger than his fear. 

He would carry them all in his heart, striving to patch the cracks in his family behind the walls.  He was no longer strong enough to carry them in his arms, but he was strong enough for this. 

He had to be.

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[f1-disaster-bi]

Can you please do something that involves Valtteri Bottas and his pet raindeer

Have a little three sentence fic

Valtteri knew others thought he was insane when he said he had adopted a reindeer, they had made jokes about him being too Finnish or asking if he was planning to use his old Mercedes and a reindeer to deliver presents, but honestly he did not care for those opinions All he cared about right now was Rosa as he watched her frolick, her hooves kicking up snow as she excitedly raced around, making content sounds before galloping his way, Valtteri holding out a carrot for her as her lips brushed his hands making him laugh "You are much better than any dog or cat", Valtteri laughed, petting along her muzzel softly, just watching her ears flicker and feeling at home

[haveihitanerve]

I love how people are like Jason Todd was a demon child and all the other robins were angels compared to him like lmao robin!Jason was a fucking delight what do you mean

Dick showed up at the manor with a blue stuffed animal elephant and the rage of 100 men and the only thing thats changed is that the elephant is grey now

Tim showed up with blackmail on the fucking Batman and bullied him into accepting him as robin

Damian popped up on the doorstep holding a fucking katanna

Meanwhile robin!jason was jumping from building to building squealing robin magic! and would spontaneously hug Batman. he loved reading shakepeare knowledge and literally screamed golly jee willickers as the highest curse word in his vocabulary.

Robin!Jason was a goddamned fucking delight and all the other ones were the little demon children lmaooo

[majunju]

cold

[improvapocalyps]

You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)

In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!

Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)

[text under cut]

1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined

2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both

3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer：I just wanted to see him one more time).

4. Define two (2)： Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore

5. True or False： i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.

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[aotearoa20]

Ghost Hunters Au: Belief

Excerpts from two interviews at the Eastern Precinct of two anonymous callers involved in the recovery of the body of Haleth Haldad and the Spencer House in July 2023

Interviewer: Name M: Macalaurë Kanafinwë Fëanorion   Int: Right and that’s… M: Just write Maglor Int: Okay and the rest of it M: Oh however your heart desires (silence) I want to see how close you get

C: Caranthir Morifinwë Fëanorion

Int:…

C: Here let me write it…

Int: Alright

C:

Int: You sent in an anonymous tip

C: Tried to, clearly it wasn’t very anonymous 

Int: You called us twice.

C: You didn’t do anything the first time 

Int: And how come you were so certain about the location of Haleth Haldad’s remains 

C:…

Int: Okay then, what was your relationship with the deceased

C: I’d never met her before 

M: Yeah, I knew her in 1st Grade Int: Is that right, your brother denied any connection- M: - yeah, yeah, this was before we moved downtown so I only knew her a year Int: You have a lot of memories with her M: Uhhh one time she and her friends threw sand in my hair Int: …. I see M: She liked to eat dirt and I was afraid of touching wet grass, we were very different types of children Int: And you harboured some resentment to her then M: (pause) Officer are you asking me if I murdered a girl because she was mean to me in preschool? Int: I’m just trying to understand how you and your brother came upon the whereabouts of this missing girls body

C: Why do you need to know?! You found her, isn’t that enough!

Int: We’d like to know how she got there, (concerned) Are you alright, is it hot in here

C: No! My face just does that when I’m surrounded by idiots!

Int: There’s no need to get angry 

C: Your accusing me of hurting a girl I barely knew

Int: So you did know her

C: No… I

Int: Then how did you know she was at the Spencer House

(shifting chair and unintelligible mumbling)

Int: I beg you pardon?

C: I was ghost hunting 

Int: Ghost hunting? M: Yeah we go to old houses, film spooky things looking for evidence of ghosts Int: Right? M: It’s just a bit of fun

C: It’s stupid, I don’t know why I follow them everywhere 

Int: okay…

C: I don’t even believe in ghosts!

Int: Okay, so you were at the Spencer House

M: Legally, Maedhros and I got permission. Its supposed to be haunted by a faceless ghost M: Caranthir was supposed to be helping set up equipment but he was skiving as usual

C: It’s all a stupid game, I didn’t think we were gonna find anything so I dipped out to look around

C: And I saw this girl. She said her name was Haleth and she thought my brothers were idiots so we had that in common (laughs quietly)

M: He was being unusually disruptive, setting off machines, hiding in dark hallways to scare the rest of us M: It was fine for a bit, like I said we just do this for fun and he was having fun but eventually Nelya sent me to calm him down

C: I said we were just messing around and then he said don’t bring Amras into this. And I said no, Haleth and I

M: There was no one there

C: Haleth went really pale and ran outside, I got really mad

M: No one, he was running after nobody

C: She was standing by the mulberry tree where you found her

M: I followed him out, he told me she was right there and she was crying 

C: She said she’d been wondering why she could never find her way off the grounds. She… asked if I could let her dad know where she was, said he’d always worried and she said I… some other things

Int: What did she say

C: (growls) Nothing Important!

Int: Mr Fenorian, I’m going to need you to answer -

C: (sniffs) I said Nothing Important!

Int: And you believed him M: Of course, you can tell when Moryo lies, the tips of his ears go red Int: Mr Fëanorion are you saying you believe in ghosts, that you believe the ghost of Haleth M: (soft)I do, I remembered Haleth, we all saw on the news when she went missing. Moryo wouldn’t lie about something like that Int: You understand how this is rather difficult to believe M: Yeah (laughs) just like I understand you’ve got nothing to hold us on here. Unless you want to write ghosts into your little log book your just gonna have to chalk this up to a prank call gone right Int: I think you’ll find there is more than enough loose ends to continue this - (Shift and rattle of handcuffs) M: I need you to understand my father and his retinue of lawyers aren’t here right now to sue your department for unfounded violation of privacy is to deny him more fodder for the stupidity of my brothers latest venture.  Int:… M: Now going to need you to let me and my brother go so that I can find a way to explain to my mother why I went to pick up her kid at four and came back at ten

************

“So,” Caranthir looks up from the messages he’d been pretending to read on his phone, as they drove out of the station, “how’d you do it”

“I charmed them.”

“Did you bribe them?”

Maglor placed a hand on his chest, offended, but relented under Caranthir’s stubborn gaze. 

“Fine, I threatened them.” he glances to him quickly and grins, “blackmail is part of my charm.”

Moryo laughs and turns back to his phone.  He keeps down the big question a good few minutes just scrolling mindlessly.

“So… what will we tell mum and dad?”

“I was drinking,” Maglor replied with out a second thought, “got brought in cause you were with me”

“You’d get in so much trouble!”

Maglor laughs, “What’ll they do? Ground me? I’ll just go back to my flat.”

“Still…”

Despite his careless tone, Caranthir knows Maglor hates disappointing their parents. And just because he had to go and get caught by tipping off the police. He can feel his face heating up and scowls. Maglor must have seen it because he chuckles and that just makes it worse.

“Thank you for believing me” Caranthir mumbles into his shirt

“Huh?” He sounds so smug as he ruffles Caranthir’s hair

Caranthir shrugs, “Nothing keep you hands on the wheel!”

Maglor smiles and nods, turning back to the road

“Your welcome.” 

[ghostbsuter]

"Date? Me?'

Tim nods, milkshake in hand, sitting outside of McDonald's with his study buddy, Danny.

The other teen looked flabbergasted with a firm blush building up.

Tim found him utterly adorable.

"I can't date anyone? I'm property of.the goverment."

Tim Drake-Wayne, aka Red Robin, has various questions to that statement.

[soarrenbluejay]

Since I’ve been encouraged to actually share my funny little blorbo ideas here’s another one gang;

Danny moves to Gotham on scholarship for engineering, because the Fentons may be infamous but they’re also insanely brilliant and besides both he and Jazz are showing every sign of embarrassed child of a super genius syndrome, so while the bats are keeping a close eye on him Just In Case, duke is also thinking of introducing him to the Our Parents Are Maniacs But Anyway club maybe after the first month or so.

Gotham does not go for standard dorm living bc of his ‘condition’ and lack of wanting to constantly spook/gaslight a roommate. Besides, living with two small children is a dorm sounds like a disaster in action.

So Danny signs up as a mechanic in Crime Alley, buys himself a teeny weensy lil apartment and Makes It Work. He has been all year after showing up with a de aged Dani and Dan in Amnity after all, and that had gone,,, fine? (The entire town, observing how Danny had been getting increasingly more uncomfortable around his godfather prior to the cloning incident, then just dropped off the face of the earth for several months, the first two weeks stuck in Vlad’s basement enduring horrors and the next Too Many desperately fapping around in the Ghost Zone to get everything handled. All the clones live, all 13 of them. Bunch of them are stuck in the Ghost Zone due to constant need for ectoplasm, but eh, plenty of Zone born never leave, so. One, in the future, apprentices under a green warrior lady on Pandora’s suggestion, another is working in the Eternal Library with Ghost Writer, etc etc. so Danny eventually came back to Amnity with one small child under each arm very obviously traumatized by Somethingn with vlad and doesn’t like being alone with him,,, or touched without warning,, and immediately and passionately proclaims the kids his but struggles to explain how or why,, look some very reasonable assumptions are drawn okay. So the town does the very reasonable thing and does the midwestern equivilant of excommunicating Vlad, except it’s a lot more run him out with pitchforks vibes since he’s the Mayor. Anyway)

He is immediately loved, because while non Gothamites are usually more of a pain than they’re worth, everyone in a while someone even from out of town will just fit in so nicely it’s uncanny for everyone involved. Addams family vibes, it’s referred to as ‘making it home’, just personal hc. He is protective of all the kids playing in the parks and street girls that can totally take care of themselves on their corners but find it HILARIOUS when he just tackles a dick like a wild animal full force no warning. He can fix anything it seems, but refuses to work with weapons. Reasonable enough, people get twitchy about gangs sometimes. Danny mentions being not against Hood or anything, but he’s not going to work for him, littles to take care of and all, but had past experience with ‘Dora and that inheritance mess with her brother he was being a real prick about’ so everyone assumes it’s the equivilant of him having Done His Time and being plenty good for a life time and respects it as long as none of that petty midwestern small town hotshots bring any of that shit over here. And they don’t, because said individuals are on the other side of the mortal veil, so happy day.

See I really love deaged!Dan because he’s just a grumpy lil guy. But he’s also killed millions. He’s so protective of his loved ones, but held back by blending in and also being Smol that it comes off more bitey kitten than anything else. Dani, of course, is a terror, so she fits right in with the crowd.

And sorry gang, but a bunch of kids on their own in Gotham in a poor side of the city just isn’t going to get any attention: that’s just business as usual really. What first gets attention on Danny is not his ‘condition’ or being mistaken for a meta (which he legally probs has an argument for even without the gene bc like these bitches don’t know how metaism works anyway so) or alien (I’m 90% sure he’d be covered by the alien protection act by virtue of being half ‘not from earth’), but because Danny despite best efforts is a Weird Guy.

He grew up in what could only be described as a low level villain level and spent most of high school dealing with smack downs and spiritual invasion. He’s never really processed that any of that is not in fact Normal. Also, he’s capable of making Anything if given the insides of a toaster, blender and alarm clock, and could probably rewrite the circuits of the apartment blindfolded and improve them 1000% even if it ABSOLUTELY would not be up to code.

And sure, things slip every once in a while, bits of spectral ice here, small floating incident there, but everyone just Minds Their Buisness ya know? You really gunna mess with the guy that personally ensured that when your car got flattened by a fight with Killer Croc, you were still able to get in to work the next day by some wizardry? Really?

But Gotham is a city so cursed it’s probably in the exponents countwise, so of course there is a) a flourishing community of magic users and assorted supernatural weirdos and b) a whole lot of shit for Mega Overpowered Ghost King Danny to idly pick at day to day in order to help with his protecting other Obsession. Gotham has plenty of heroes, but by god do they need the spiritual equivilant of an electrician/priest.

Still, Danny, as a baby ancient under a facet of Kronos and KING OF THE DEAD is like, way, way out of their scope to be able to grok, so it mostly just comes off as you know, a family of banshees or something. When asked, Danny very haltingly says he was briefly dead but then revived, which neatly explains his Weird Ass aura and makes it SPECTACULARLY AWKWARD to ask further about. So everyone nods politely, and goes back to their lives after double checking no nefarious bullshit was being pulled.

Then, of course, Vlad finally tracks them down. The whole neighborhood is altered in short order because he doesn’t bother trying to hide being a Rich Bitch or how he’s sneering down his nose at people on the sidewalk. Every connects the dots when Danny paniks. Dani and Dan’s daycare are staffed with some extra, very buff set of hands within the hour. Jerry, Hood’s third in command, personally shows up to the garage Danny is working at to talk things out with him bc he knows he does t like the deal with this stuff due to past unspecified circumstances but well, they guys had already started fucking with him, you see. Stole his tires, spray painted the windows, pickpocketed him blind, and when he retreated tipped off the police to the drugs they’d planted in the glove box.

Danny might not have been born in Gotham, but he was one of them. And the Alley takes care of it own.

[anniilaugh]

”There was cute, like Carrot or Chopper, and then there was cute like a certified killing machine snuggling three babies at once.

Sanji had never in his life wished so hard for a snail, he needed a picture of this more than he had ever needed a picture of anything before. ”

Me: ME! I’LL BE THE SNAIL FOR YOU!🐌✏️📸

Fanart of Thirty Thousand (& Three) Nautical Miles by @brunetta6blog & Springtime4Persephone 💚

[justaz]

merlin who uses his magic everyday in ways that he doesn’t realize isn’t normal. magic helping him see in the dark so he can find his way in the woods or dark rooms with no problem. connecting with the woods around him so he always knows where he is and whats in the general vicinity which allows him to sense bandits just before they attack. using magic to keep warm in the cold or to cool down in the heat. confident and willing to go toe to toe with anyone bc he knows that regardless of what they throw at him, he could always win bc he could just use magic.

then somehow someway (post magic reveal) a sorcerer takes away merlin’s magic. or well just locks it away ig. but anyways merlin doesn’t have this part of him anymore and is left feeling empty, exposed, and vulnerable. arthur, the knights, and merlin going on a quest for answers to their problem and a way to get merlins magic back. but. but. but merlin is all jumpy and he’s rambling more than ever and is often reaching out to grab onto someone (usually arthur) and everyone’s confused and then they get ambushed and merlin freezes in the middle of the path like a deer. he’s watching everything go down around him with wide eyes until he’s targeted and one of the knights have to rush in to save him. afterward merlin is constantly holding someone and his grip is rather tight. he keeps looking around, his eyes scanning the trees around them over and over. when they try and settle down for the night, merlin wont leave the camp without an escort or two and when they’re trying to go to sleep, merlin is flinching at every noise in the woods around them and ends up shuffling over toward the person closest to him and laying pressed up against them.

arthur opening his mouth to tease and call him a coward when the word registers in his mind and he realizes that that’s what he’s actually seeing, merlin scared and defenseless. he ofc doesn’t realize the true depth of it all, i mean he knows merlin is missing his magic but he doesn't know that magic has always been a part of merlin, it makes him him. he’s had magic since he was born, he’s never known life without it. as he is now, he feels bare and exposed and blind and deaf and terrified. the knights are his defense rn and for the past few years, merlins been their protector so its a complete reversal of everything he’s ever known. he’s scared. arthur bites his tongue and lets merlin hold onto his arm and snuggle up close at night for some form of comfort and security. he doesn’t tease or mock and responds to his ramblings of fear with a level of gentleness the knights weren’t aware he even possessed. merlin slowly relaxing as arthur subtly comforts him without addressing it