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suzukiblu · 7 months

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Excerpt from an in-progress DP x DC soulmate AU starring Jazz Fenton, a very unfortunate mugger, and a smoothie. Oh, and I guess Jason is there too.

Jazz meets her soulmate in, of all places, Park Row. Or as the locals call it, Crime Alley.

Seems about right for her life, she decides as she kicks the shit out of the guy who was trying to stab him for his wallet fifteen seconds ago. Her soulmate watches her curiously, seeming unconcerned by the fuss, and takes a sip of his smoothie.

Also seems about right, for her soulmate. A guy who got too nervous when necessary violence happened was not going to survive Thanksgiving in Amity Park, much less Christmas.

Well, it is Gotham.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi, sorry, one sec," Jazz says, then leans over the groaning mugger and offers him a card to the best local crisis center she's managed to track down via research and word of mouth in the four months she's been in Gotham. Not her card, obviously, since she just roundhouse-kicked the guy in the head to protect her soulmate from him and that's arguably a conflict of interest. Or close enough, anyway. "So you should check these guys out, they've got a very high success rate in their job program and there's an associated food bank and rent assistance, if you qualify."

"What?" the mugger says dazedly.

"Also if you ever touch my soulmate again I'll make you wish for the cold mercy of the Infinite Realms," Jazz adds pleasantly. The guy goes very, very pale. Then he snatches the card from her and runs for his life and eternal soul.

"This is the nicest thing the universe has ever done to me," her soulmate muses, taking another sip of his smoothie.

"Getting you mugged?" Jazz asks wryly, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Are you religious? Do you want kids?" her soulmate asks. "Also, who's your favorite Bat?"

"Robin, obviously," Jazz says. "The overdramatic and feral little stabby one, I mean. He reminds me of my little brother. Makes me feel a little bit maternal, to be honest. So that answers two out of three, and as far as religion goes, I only believe in Psychology Today, highly customized guns, and my mom's ninth-degree black belt."

"This better not awaken anything in me," her soulmate mutters under his breath.

"That seems unlikely, or we wouldn't be soulmates," Jazz says.

"Point," he says, sipping his smoothie again. Jazz didn't even know anywhere in Crime Alley sold smoothies, but she is new around here. "Wanna go break my bed? Or maybe go get coffee?"

"You've already got a smoothie," Jazz says.

"So I do," he says.

Jazz looks him over. He's her soulmate, so she's not surprised to find him gorgeous. She wasn't ever expecting a familial soulmate–Danny is a very intense sibling to have, and her parents are very intense parents to have, not to mention everything about Dani, and "soulcousins" aren't typically a thing–and she's never been especially interested in keeping around too many close friends, so considering all that, she was already expecting her soulmate to be a romantic one. If they are platonic, it's definitely only going to be because her soulmate is an aromantic asexual. Which he probably isn't, since he already asked about kids and religion and if she wanted to go break his bed.

Then again, she's met people who'll posture worse than that. Especially guys, and especially ace ones with a clear investment in their masculinity, and given this particular guy is built like a brick house could only dream to be, chances are he has some feelings about his masculinity. Though he's also drinking a visibly pink smoothie, not a neutral-colored protein shake or generic black coffee, so . . . fifty-fifty there, maybe?

Further inquiry will probably be required.

"I'm Jazz," she tells him. "What's your name?"

"Robin," he says. Then he–pauses. Blinks. "I mean–Robin."

He looks very confused for a second, and Jazz blinks too, and refocuses her eyes a bit. Oh, is he–

"Are you overshadowing that guy?" she assumes. For the love of–of course her soulmate would be a ghost, she thinks dryly. Who'd want a soulmate their mom and dad wouldn't want to grill for information and ask a thousand invasive questions, after all? "I mean, he's really hot, don't get me wrong, he looks good on you, but I'd rather meet you for real."

"'Overshadowing'?" Robin looks bemused.

"I'm Danny's sister," Jazz clarifies. Robin does not look less bemused. "You know, the new king?"

"What?" Robin says. Jazz frowns a little, feeling a bit bemused herself.

"Do you not get out much?" she asks.

"Never, actually, but also yes and constantly and way too often," Robin says. "My job is kind of demanding that way."

"What's your job?" Jazz asks curiously. Ghosts' jobs are always interesting, even if only for how they interact and manifest with their Obsessions. She wonders what his Obsession is, actually, because smoothies seem like an unlikely option but she doesn't have much else to go on here.

Can't be weirder than Box Ghost, either way.

"I'm a Bat," Robin says, then looks absolutely alarmed and also absolutely horrified.

"Huh," Jazz says, tilting her head. He seems really big to be one of the Robins, and a little too old besides. A year or two younger than her, maybe, and even the older Robin she's pretty sure is at best Danny's age. Though that's assuming this body is the one he fights crime in, admittedly. Although it's kinda funny if one of the Bats is just named Robin. Must get annoying on patrol, though. "I didn't know any of you were dead, but I guess that's not actually a surprise either, given the profession."

"Why did I say that to you?" Robin asks tightly.

"I told you, I'm the new king's sister," Jazz says. "You know, it's the royal family thing. Technically I'm his regent, legally speaking, but only because I'm better at paperwork and he doesn't count as a legal adult in the Infinite Realms yet. Hasn't been dead long enough, you know how it is. But I've been alive long enough to, apparently? But his 'being alive' technically stopped tracking at fourteen. It's complicated, basically."

"What the fuck does that mean?!" Robin demands.

"It means you can't lie to me because you're one of my brother's subjects," Jazz says, really not understanding his reaction. Every ghost knows this, after all. The only ones who wouldn't know it are too young to be away from their guardians' haunts or even leave the Infinite Realms at all. Definitely a ghost who knows how to overshadow someone this thoroughly and fully is old enough and experienced enough to know it, though. "Whose body is that, anyway?"

"It's my father's," Robin says. Jazz's eyes widen a little and she has several very concerned internal reactions before he chokes and sputters–"I mean–it's not–he's not–!"

"You realize there is no healthy way to mean that, right?" Jazz says. Robin looks frustrated and freaked out and she feels bad about it, because she didn't mean or want to upset him, but she clearly has. "Sorry. I mean, I still secretly feel like I'm the one parenting my parents half the time, you're not the only one with weird feelings about yours."

"I'm his," Robin says, then grits his teeth in visible pain. He's this close to crushing the smoothie cup he's holding but hasn't actually done it. Jazz wonders if that's an example of deliberate self-control or subconscious restraint.

She's pretty sure Robin didn't mean to say that, though.

"Are you okay?" she asks, a little concerned. Normally ghosts just stop talking about things they want to lie about, when they realize who she is.

"No," Robin says. "I'm just his. I've always been his, I always will be, his good soldier, his worst mistake, not his actual fucking son, why am I telling you this?!"

"I don't know," Jazz says, frowning in increased concern. "Usually people can work around the inability to lie a little bit, but you sound like you're being compelled to speak. Increasingly like, actually. Hm. What's your Obsession? And what kind of core do you have?"

"What?" he says.

"They might be making you unstable, is all," Jazz says. "I don't think it'd be a soulmate thing but to be fair I don't really know how that works. Are you dead, or are you a manifestation of something?"

"I'm dead," Robin says, staring at her. "That bastard clown beat my head in with a crowbar and blew up what was left of me. I woke up in my grave and–I–how did you know that?"

"Well, I didn't, that's why I asked," Jazz says reasonably, idly wondering why the Joker isn't dead yet, since this is Gotham and obviously it wouldn't be another "bastard clown" Robin was referencing, even if he wasn't a Bat. But like, at least dead via the court system, if nothing else. The Joker is insane, yes, but no one can argue he doesn't know right from wrong at this point. Does New Jersey just not have the death penalty, maybe? She hasn't thought to check. "Maybe it's the guy you're in? He's not drunk or high or anything, is he?"

"I hate drugs," Robin says, gritting his teeth again; tightening his grip on the smoothie again. He's trembling, just barely. "I hate them. I'd never touch them. I don't know what you are. You're scaring me. Please stop."

He definitely didn't mean to say that, Jazz can tell.

But . . . he doesn't know what she is.

He doesn't know.

Well, that's a problem.

"Robin," she says gently, and for some reason his face twists painfully at the sound of his own name. "Can I see your core? Please?"

#hardcover ship #anger management ship #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #idk which order is 'accurate' here lol #jazz x jason #jason x jazz #rinfic #long post #wip: queen regent jazz and her dead soulmate

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sleeplessdreamer123 · 1 year

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Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, The Past Repeats Itself)

Where Aemond didn't realize he was favoring his bastard son with Alys until it was too late.

But in the eyes of one of his children with Lucerys.

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Daenys Targaryen was scared. She heard her muña's horrified gasp, saw him rush towards where they huddled together, and cried when he saw the state of Baelon, his sweet son, his first born boy, a group of Maesters trying to calm him down. Aemon, his twin, held his brother's hand, and when he felt their muña's hand on his shoulder, he cried, his face having been bruised by a large fist.

The person who owned the fist in question was there. Aerion, her older half-brother, watched the scene with a cruel smile. Daenys didn't like him. She didn't like him when he tried to push Aemon down a cliff, she didn't like him when he tried to barge into Alysanne's room, she didn't like him when he ripped her new dress up, and he especially didn't like him now, with a satisfied grin on his face. He had no remorse for what he's done. He has permanently scarred her older brother, and he was happy.

She had never felt so scared and angry in all her life. Her brother's screams terrified her, it was...animalistic. Even now he wailed in agony, the right side of his face was completely burnt. The Maesters were applying cream to at least cool the wound down, but he still screamed and struggled, he begged for their muña. Daenys saw another wave of pain hitting her muña, his face twisting in complete agony as his son continue to wail, even when he held him.

"What happened?"

Daenys turned to see her grandmother, and she felt the weight of what occured that day. She allowed herself to cry and opened her arms, wishing to be hugged as well. She saw her older sister Alysanne wanting the same thing, and she dragged her to their grandmother's arms. It was so warm, so sweet, so caring. She pretended not to notice how her grandmother angled herself, blocking the cruel and heated gaze from Aerion.

"Oh, my girls. What happened?" She whispered to them, and Daenys found herself too choked up to answer. So Alysanne did it for her.

"Aerion called Baelon a bastard for having muña's hair." Alysanne began, and Daenys felt her grandmother tightening her hug. "He said true Targaryens had silver hair and purple eyes. He said he would prove it. He...he held Baelon's head over the fire. He said true Targaryens don't burn, and that it was proof Baelon's a bastard."

If it was any other day, Daenys would scoff at that. Aerion was the bastard. The servants said so. The noblemen she eavesdropped on said so. She heard her muña said so, after the incident with Aemon, her brother's fever so high, they all thought the stranger would visit. He didn't know Daenys heard, but she did. And that was enough of a confirmation for her.

And besides, Baelon wasn't a bastard, and the proof was as clear as day, with him sharing the womb with Aemon, the one who looks the most like a Targaryen prince.

"Aemon tried to stop him," Alysanne hiccupped, tears forming in her eyes. "Aerion punched him and we dragged Baelon away. Grandmother," she was close to sobbing, "Baelon said he couldn't see me."

She saw her grandmother look at Aerion, horrified, then at Baelon, with an emotion Daenys couldn't really place.

The doors opened, and Daenys felt herself stiffen. Her kepa is here, his scent of smoke and ash completely dominating the room. She buried herself deeper in the arms of her grandmother and older sister.

She never felt anything for him but clear hatred. She couldn't show it, though. Her muña told her so. But she did. She truly did. A part of her wished to be a bastard, because it would mean the man standing there wasn't her actual kepa, and that her true kepa would come someday, rescue her muña and the rest of them.

She never felt any love from her kepa. He didn't punish Aerion when Aemon almost died, he didn't punish him when he almost forced himself into Alysanne's room, he didn't punish him for tearing up the dress her muña ordered just for her. She didn't bother begging for her brother's justice. She knew they would get none, just like before, they would only get cold indifference, because he always favored Aerion in the end.

She looked over to see what excuse he would give Aerion now. Did he perhaps not know what he was doing? Was he confused, like a toddler not knowing what to do? Will Baelon be blamed, like Aemon, like Alysanne, like she was when they asked for justice, for protection, for an ounce of care? Or will he blame their muña? Will he curse him in High Valyrian, will he place the blame on him, will he excuse his favorite son again?

It was obvious he would.

So why did he falter at the sight of Baelon? Why did shock cross his face at the sight of a permanently scarred boy of ten and two?

Daenys' hands crumpled her grandmother's skirts. She wished to scream at him. Baelon is hurt because of his favorite boy, and all he could do is stare.

Get out. GET OUT!

"Get out."

Daenys was surprised, before realizing it didn't come from her mouth, but from her muña's. He had his back turned away from the door, too busy watching over Baelon and Aemon, but they all knew who he was addressing.

He was telling the King of the Realms to get out of the room.

Daenys saw him froze, as if he'd been slapped. Her muña never did that before. Ordering their kepa to leave. She felt a joy she hadn't felt in a while when she saw a hint of hurt in her kepa's face.

"Lucerys..." He called her muña's name in a way that shocked Daenys. He never used that tone, not with their part of the family. At least, not that she knew of. It was the type of soft plea, an almost pleasant one. She never knew that that man could use such a tone.

Something must have snapped in her muña, because she saw him turn to face her kepa, and his eyes, his eyes held the look of a angered dragon. They blazed with fury, with hatred.

"My son is hurt." Her muña said in a voice that held barely contained rage. "I do not have the time or energy to listen to your excuses for that bastard. Leave, and take that demon with you."

Aerion's face morphed into an ugly scowl, and Daenys looked at it very closely, to remember it for all her life.

"You dare call me a bastard, you whore's son-"

This time, Daenys couldn't stop her gasp. Kepa slapped Aerion. The King slapped his favorite son.

Even Aerion was surprised. He was never disciplined. He would run his mouth and the King would ignore every disrespectful thing that exits it. But not now. No, he was actually slapped.

Daenys will treasure the memory of Aerion's shocked face for the rest of her life.

Her kepa didn't bother looking at his favorite son. He kept staring at her muña. Her muña glared at them both.

"I will not ask again, Aemond. Take your bastard and leave. I have a son to tend to, and you are merely wasting my time."

Her kepa looked like he wanted to to argue, but her muña already turned back to Baelon, completely ignoring the King.

"How is Baelon?" He tried, directing his question to the Maester.

"The right side of the Prince's face is burnt beyond saving. We will need to cut the burnt pieces off. He will be scarred for life. And..." The Maester hesitated a little, before continuing, "his right eye is permanently damaged, and it seems his left eye is unresponsive, nothing we can do would save them."

The silence that ensued made everything felt heavy. Daenys wanted to cry again. Baelon always dreamt of being a fighter, a powerful knight. He would tell them everyday that he would be the best dragon knight of the realm. He swore to protect all of them. And now he was blind. If he had lost just one eye, he still had a chance. He could follow in their kepa's footsteps. If he only lost his right eye, he would still have a chance. But he lost both.

"Leave." Her muña's voice was so soft, so heartbreaking. The dragon turned into a grieving mother.

"Leave my family alone."

"Will you not even ask for justice? For our son?" Her kepa asked strangely. As if he wanted to hear him ask.

"I will have no justice here. You are keen to hurt me, my family. It is useless, a waste of time and breath." Her muña choked. "Besides, no amount of begging would bring back my son's eyes. No amount of begging will help him see again." He wiped the tears from Baelon's eyes.

"Muña, muña, I can't see you muña. I can't see." Baelon cried out, and Lucerys took his hand, kissing his palm, holding it close.

"Leave us. Leave my family alone. You and your son have done enough damage. Neither of you are needed. Neither of you are wanted. Just...just leave."

Daenys watch as her kepa's face fall apart for the first time, before he collected himself. He grabbed Aerion by the shoulder and dragged him outside, the door slamming behind them.

Daenys and Alysanne rushed to their brother's side, Aemon continued to hold his twin's hand. Their grandmother watched from a distance.

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When the Maesters finally left, Baelon was asleep. They gave him as much milk of the poppy as they could, completely knocking him out. Lucerys sent his children to his private chambers, promising each of them that he would follow shortly.

He then looked at Alicent. Alicent looked at him. They were silent for a moment, before Lucerys started.

"My children aren't safe here. Grandmother," he whispered, shocking Alicent to the core. "Grandmother, please. Help me. Help my family. I don't want the crown, I don't want another war. Let Jaehaera wear it. Let Aerion were it. I want nothing to do with it. I just want...I just want my family to be free of this retched place."

Alicent looked at him, at his tear stricken face. She saw herself in the days of old. She found herself nodding. Yes, she would help him. Yes, she would save them. Save them the way she had wished someone saved her.

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Aerion had been punished but not as harshly as she had hoped. Daenys couldn't help but feel disappointed. He was only ordered to stay in his room, to not leave until Baelon's injury completely healed. She heard the servants whisper about his tantrums, a young man of ten and five, raging like a toddler.

Their kepa kept coming, trying to visit Baelon, to see their muña. He was met with cold indifference from all of them. He tried speaking to Baelon, to ask how he felt. Baelon always answered that he was tired and would like to rest. He tried talking to their muña, but he would completely ignore him, too busy helping Baelon to look at the King's begging, imploring look. He even tried reaching out to Alysanne, the gentlest child, and all she did was look at him in disappointment.

It took weeks before he seem to understand. He left them alone after a talk with their grandmother.

The only thing that made Daenys feel something other than sadness and rage was the fact that they were going to Dragonstone as soon as Baelon was fit enough to travel. She, her muña, her brothers, her sister and her grandmother are going to Dragonstone. She couldn't wait.

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Shocking news began to spread across all of Westeros. Prince-Consort Lucerys Targaryen, along with his children, disappeared from their trip to Dragonstone, causing the King to forget his duties, ordering the search for his family, and even using Vhagar to look for them himself.

Some say that Queen Regent Alicent got rid of them, effectively ending the line of the Black Queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen. Other say the boat they were on sank due to an unexpected storm. Then there were whispers, saying the Prince-Consort managed to tame Vermithor and his mate Silverwing, effectively whisking his children away to an island in Essos.

A few days after, news arrived, of Prince Aerion trying to take the throne while his father searched for his missing family. Soon King Aemond returned, without his family, but with a vengeance.

Aerion was no match for his father. King Aemond once again had the title Kinslayer. Soon he, too, disappeared, leaving King's Landing in shambles.

No one knew where the missing Targaryens were. Some say Aemond found them, and in his rage, murdered them all. Some say he found them, and imprisoned them in a castle far away. Some say they went back to Old Valyria, where they die a gruesome death.

King Aemond never took a second wife during that time. He never sired any other child. From then until the time of his own disappearance, he was alone. When he was presumed dead, the crown was passed on to Jaehaera, who ruled with grace, and with the guidance of her grandmother Alicent.

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