#shadow of the destroyer my love

[finishing-touch]

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[number9donaldreal-fan]

Well, even though the Edward's cult is over, I ll still post some arts in honor of his provisional government in our community.😤

I'm tagging @timmouse @capybaras-blog @choppy338 @woerbitssft @lianaboom @augustlaven

edward and friends

[aajjks]

Destroyer (m)

Synopsis: you better start to love him before he destroys you and himself.

warnings: yándèrè, kïdnáppèd rèádèr, dárk contènt, câptívè rèádèr, obsèssíón, ünhëälthy bêhávïöür, dárk côntènt, ünstáble jk.

note: just a small little something, shouto’s ver. SHARE FEEDBACK AND TALK TO HIM. ENJOYYYY!!!!

“Jungkook… I hate you so much, I can’t even begin to describe how much I fucking despise your guts!” You scream at the top of your lungs, but your voice only comes back to you with the sound of echoing in the basement, Jungkook watched you with his calculated gaze. His lips were pressed in a thin straight line, you stared back at him with hatred filled eyes. A flash of longing and disappointment shined in his brown coloured eyes, but only for a second.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! I hate you!” You spat again, anger was coursing through your veins. He didn’t care, did he? Your skin was itching with irritation, it didn’t bug him. He was really insufferable. But you wanted to hurt him, in the worst ways possible.

But, To your disappointment, He only looked down.

“I know.” After what felt like an hour, he finally replied. Your eyebrows farrowed, what did he mean? “What?!?” You were now, genuinely confused. His tone was void of any emotion. It was cold, just like him. “I know, y/n.” He looked up from the concrete floor to you. His feet were starting to walk ahead in your direction, where you were held captive by the steel chains. “You never fail to express it. I-I know..” His eyes were glossy, his lips upturned, almost in a pout. If you didn’t know the real him, his tone would’ve made your heart shake.

But you knew damn well than to pity a monster like him.

“Oh that’s good! Kook, then… tell me..” you gave him a faux smile in return, taking in a deep breath. “Why don’t you fucking let me go?”

Your eyes never left his face. He was now close than ever, your faces were only inches apart, he could grab your face easily in his hands. You hated the way he looked at you, like you were his world. “Because I can’t. I can’t let you go, y/n.” His eyes were swimming in obsession, “I love you- AND I FUCKING HATE YOU!?!” It was infuriating.

This was starting to get frustrating, more than before. It had been months. Months without any human contact expect him, who claimed to be your lover. You only saw his face.

“I don’t care. I never cared. I love you and I only care about that. I don’t care if you hate or want to fucking kill me. I can even die for you.” Jungkook only dismissed your confession. His eyes had been covered with a dark shadow, his jaw was clenched, his tone was deadly. “Don’t you get it, sweetheart? I love you.” He chuckled at your disgusted expression.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to love me. My love for you is enough for both of us. I love you so fucking much, ever since I saw you, I have loved you ever since.” He whispered in a low husky tone.

He seemed to have completely change in a span of fifty seconds. It was scary. “I love you so much, like a fucking madman. I’m starting to go insane.” He gritted his teeth. His intense gaze sent shivers down your spine, his eyes were filled with craze, passion. “You’ll learn to love me, baby. Yes, you have to. You have to love me.” His fingers grabbed your face, gently but tightly. You only stared back in horror. His tone was dripping with craziness.

“You have to love me, sweetheart because now, my patience in running thin. I was never really a patient person y’know? But I have waited so fuckin’ long for you to finally become mine. Only mine,

So love me now, before I fuckin lose it and destroy both you and myself.”

[rebeltigera]

MASTERPOST SHADOWLORD AU

Story of kind "What if" , Macaque/ shadowpeach centric , heavily headcannoned , (OOC behaviour) Macaque didn't died fighting Wukong during Journey, instead he ran away to Bull family , healed and became a demon lord of his own little island , uknowingly to Wukong. The story itself begin after S3 , when MK powers started to mess around and he landed on Mac's island. Shenanigans ensure.

-DESTROYED TERRITORY ARC-

MK isn't the only one who can lift the staff Mentor coming to the rescue "Done for" Animatic Are you here for the boy? Or this. That's Enough! First Confrontation WHERE'S MK??

-TRAINING ARC-

Lesson number- 1 / 2 / 3 What do you know? The harsh truth Are you sure about it bud? Little talk

Hangout in the village

-BROTHERHOOD ARC-

Worry A clone came asking Lord and his advisors Redson and Nezha rescued from celestial realm

-SCROLL ARC-

Tormenting Wukong 1 / 2 / Tormenting Wukong Animatic Tormenting Wukong Animatic 2 ( No longer you) Rescue mission and wounds made by scroll

-BEFORE GREAT BATTLE ARC-

Azure got some guts to try to manipulate Apologies attempt at talking Attempt continuation Scars animatic Plan Just before the fight

-GREAT BATTLE ARC-

Mac getting unbenched Mac getting to fight Peng animatic Peng got fried Holding reality 1 / 2 Redson scolding his uncle

-AFTERMATH (basically healing arc, not really in order)

Maybe Wukong's help is an good idea? You must have been so scared Can we talk? mocking 1 / 2 Calm days 1 /2 Do we kick him out or let him sleep? Wukong got insomnia. Lullaby helps Chirping problem Wine party trio Ask for blessing ( PIF n DBK) animatic Pif got angry at that ^ Ask for blessing ( Chang'e) Animatic COURTING SEASON Courting season "argue" Oversensitive ears Moment of weakness That one lion king scene Every scar got a history PIF did an huge oopsie Kisss One drunk monke Nap destroyer Teasing Lantern Night

FAR FUTURE // DIYU

Wedding in Diyu is the gayest sh ever Lost again Vision -PAST (Wukong pov)

First sight How King fell in love Under the mountain What Wukong saw during the fight What Wukong found after the fight instead of his home Burned home Hallucinations Longing

-DEMON BULL FAMILY ARC (Mac's Past)-

Shadow realm is a savior The lie. Wounds Healing Longing Chang'e Long hair Ao Lie Dbk's inprisonment Training with the young prince Redson got struck with lightning in s1 Uncle support his nephew in romance matters Uncle teaches about make up

-OTHER- Mac n Bai He animatic Cuddle time Mamac Mac human fem ver Shadowpeach clothes Mac mech - if he had one Shadowpeach ref Mac kaiju Redson Ref Savage and Rumble

HONORARY MENTION AO3 STORIES are not mine but based off my AU AO3 " That time" series made by @lycorisketch

last updated : 22.02.24

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Stranger 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

Note: My first time writing this character!

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your nails are crusted in dirt as you kneel in the garden. You grunt as you wrestle the roots of weed from the soil and toss it aside. You wipe your forehead with the back of your glove as you hear the screen door snap shut. Your grandmother stands on the stoop, her hand on her achy hip.

“Did you hear, dearie?” She calls in her creaky voice. “Someone’s moved into Clyde’s old house.”

“Huh?” You catch your breath as you gather up the broken weeds, “it’s half ash.”

“Suppose they’ll fix it up,” she mutters as she leans on the narrow iron rail along the side of the backsteps.

“Suppose,” you agree as you stuff the green and brown foliage into the paper bag for the compost. “Who told you that?”

“I was just talking to Lynette on the phone. She also said Molly’s having her fifth.”

Five kids? You hide your chagrin at the thought. You don’t mind kids but that’s a lot to handle, let alone the pregnancies. Molly balloon’s up so big she can hardly move. Her last shower, she sat the whole time. Not much different than you, you guess. You sat in the corner and watched the silly games

“That’s exciting,” you say as you stand and dust off your knees, crumpling the top of the bag in your other hand.

“Ah, I’m sure you woulda loved to have four sisters? Maybe brothers? It’s a pity your mother never gave me any more grandchildren.”

“Mmm,” you suppress a frown, “yeah, well…”

“Anyhow, enough talk of spoiled milk,” she waves off, “I got a pie in the oven. You can take it over the Clyde’s once it cools.”

“I… why would I do that?”

“Oh my, don’t be ridiculous. We have a new neighbour, we have to be polite and welcome them to the village. It’s probably a nice family, or maybe someone your age. A friend?” She suggests, “I’d do it myself but I don’t think I’d make the walk…” she looks down at her hip, theatrically rubbing it. 

“Right,” you agree, the prospect of strangers making your tummy lurch. “Well, that pie will take some time.”

“Long enough for you to put on something clean,” she tuts as she looks down at your dirty jeans, “my lord, what would they think?”

“Yes, gramma, I’ll change, once I get this in the compost.”

“Good,” she smirks triumphantly and turns to swing open the screen door, the hinges whining shrilly.

You sniff and cross the yard. It’s not often there’s new faces in Hammer Ford. The village is a tourist trap at best and not a very lively one. Everyone calls each other by name and it’s second nature to stop and say hi. But that’s because you know each other; you have for years.

You lift the lid on the large bin and empty the bag into it. You could always lie and hide the pie in some bushes. Your deceit wouldn’t be hidden for long. Even in this sleepy place, word travels fast and someone always seems to be watching and waiting to pass it on.

🥧

You head out with the pie in a basket like some fairytale. You’re only short a red hood and a big bad wolf. You set off down the country roads, following the lazy curves towards the horizon. It’s after noon and the sun’s turning mild as it drifts across its pale canvas.

The old homestead is the second closest to your grandmother’s. The homes around Hammer Ford or sprawled out amid the plowed fields and green meadows. The cluster of old pines loom over you as you pass in there shadow and crest the hill that marks the edge of the property. Clyde’s tractor used to sit there, just by the broken down fence.

Ahead, down another stretch of road, this path unpaved, stands the decrepit house. The tragedy still singes the memories of the villagers. That night comes back to you in a blaze of orange and the smell of cinder. Poor old Clyde was buried behind Sacred Stave church.

You search the overgrown grass for a sign of life. There’s a black truck by the caved in garage but that’s about it. It might not be a family. It’s a lot of work to do with little ones around. If anything, it would only be the parents as they rebuild. Your mind wanders, wondering who would buy the old farm and why.

You come down the path, just along the ditch that dips behind a cluster of brambles. There’s a snap and a crack and you skid to a halt on the stones. You spin and look around, a heavy breath pluming into the air. Like the fire reawakened.

“Can I help you?” The deep timbre rolls through you and you step back on your heel as you face the man down in the ditch. He peers up at you above the scraggly top of the brambles.

“Uh,” you gulp and stare at him dumbly. He might think you’re lost. Or worse, trespassing.

His hair is short, only an inch on top and shaved even shorter around the sides. His beard is thick around his mouth, growing sparse across his cheeks, and two vibrant blue eyes beam back at you. The way he looks at you makes you want to shrink away. You can sense the city radiating off of him. He scares you.

“Hello? What’s up?” He waves as if trying to wake you up.

“Um, pie?” You say, cringing at your own speechlessness.

“Pie,” he repeats flatly.

You hold up the basket and blink. You never were very good at introductions. You were the only girl at school without friends. You were just sort of there.

“Pie,” you echo once more and hold out the basket.

He tilts his head, curiously, and huffs. He juts out his jaw and grunts as he pushes the brambles apart and climbs out of the ditchy. His denim jacket is streaked in dirty and pollen.

He takes the basket by the handle, his rough finger brushing yours. He peels back the cloth and to peek inside, “pie.” He utters the syllable a fourth time between you.

“Yeah,” your voice is wispy and small. “Bye.”

You let out a strained breath and spin, keeping yourself from breaking into a sprint. You stomp away frantically, smacking yourself internally for being so awkward. Well, maybe that’s a good thing. He’ll have no reason to talk to you ever again.

[revisitingfandoms]

Idea 14- Bride of shadow Milk

“I bet no one would ever love a monster such as him.”

“I bet he wouldn’t even treat his partner well.”

He would feel his annoyance and distaste and perhaps even anger grow at those comments before it came to him with a wild grin, “A bride”

Elder Faerie’s face went ghastly as a number of others in the area paled, White Lily only half aware replied, “A bride?” 

Shadow Milk grinned, almost looming, “A bride, they neither have to be a woman or just anyone of the female spectrum, I say Bride because it is the best word to describe what I want, and that is a willing bride to marry me.” The escaping giggles only dimming the atmosphere more, “And note I say willing, not interfering with the choice of who makes the decision. Oh, and I won’t take any of that sacrificing bullshit.” He lets out a little whistle, “Toodle~!”

Before disappearing. 

In the remaining chaos with numbers of fairies willing to volunteer to act as a sacrifice for the greater good- all against what the beast had spoken, one blonde contemplates and makes a silent decision. 

He doesn’t speak to any of the others of his decision, he knows what they speak, they would seek to dissuade him in his choice- but..

(He was the former holder of truth and its greatest liar, and he is oh-so familiar with the light of truth- with shadow milk.)

(Whether or not the beast remembers or recalls or buries in the back of his mind- Pure Vanilla knows things- secrets that the beast had whispered in moments of silence and solitude.)

(This is not an act of sacrifice- not an act of giving up everything to be a protector as everyone else would have called it- nor was it an act of redemption as some would have you believe.)

(No this was act of truth- of pure vanilla instead of burying himself with hurt and pain and deceiving others, he sought his other half to speak in whispers of truth.)

(He sought for the truth of actions- to find out what they were to each other- if they are enemies, replacement and replaced, hero and villain, Jester and king, healer and destroyer.)

(He wishes to seek if he can break these roles.)

Of all things, shadow milk had considered, for some reason he’d never thought- never consider Pure vanilla would be before him in his newly reclaimed territory. 

He’d specifically put a barrier around the area- trapping those damned faeries who thought they would be a sacrificial bride- yet of all people, its the one who he damn well knows would give his life in the first choice. 

Oh pure vanilla, just how much more interesting you have become.

He grins as slanters down from his throne to the waiting blonde.

(He didn’t come dressed in that king attire of his- no pointed cone crown-hat, no long white robes or waffle shoulder bearings, Pure vanilla doesn’t even bring that staff of his- No the flower is curled around the man's wrist as he walks in.)

(The outfit he bares- the tattered brown robes tided with rope, blonde hair halfway messy, stumbling and tripping and-)

(Something shifts instead him as the realization comes over him- no lies, no hidden agendas.)

(Pure vanilla came for the truth- no shields, no barriers and no differences.)

He less vicious as he comes down the stairs, “I see now, I’ll admit, I was caught off guard when you of all people arrived here first.” He touches pure vanilla check as the other tenses at the sudden touch. 

He leans over and whispers into others ear, “Now then, my dear, my bride, my pure vanilla.” He interlocks a hand forcefully with the other, “May we bound to the flames of the oven. I do my dear.”

The bell rings its toll, whether it be in celebration to union or the mourning of the actions taken this night is unknown.

But the whisper of Pure Vanilla is all the more damning.

“I do.” 

Is the whisper. And the beast grin only widens.

(Sorry for the late post! I've had exams, being sick and a bunch of other bullshit to deal with :p)

(But anyways- your bride of shadow milk.)

[bookishly-ariel]

As someone who read the Acotar series once, I dove into the sailboat my brain branded Elriel and by the end of Acomaf I realized it wasn't a small sail boat anymore.

By the time Azriel flew her to the house of wind the boat was decorated with Cobalt sails, flowers, and shadows. At end of Acomaf it was built for the deep seas of a shipping war I knew I'd eventually have to sail through if I wanted to enjoy online content of them.

By the end of Acosf I was looking out across that ocean from a Destroyer.

And through it all my love for the story and the characters was not overshadowed by the ship I had built from the small moments given between two characters who were briefly shown through the eyes of Feyre, Rhysand, Nesta, and Cassian but mostly through Sjm's words.

I loved Feyre's story, but I did not hate her sisters, I did hate her father, tamlin, and more of a dislike for his decision to let Tamlin bring Feyre beyond her breaking point and still support him, Lucien.

(Yes, I loved that papa archeron showed up and saved the day, still mad it took Fae intervention and healing to get him there but Feyre still loved him anyways. Tamlin's help at Hyberns camp was the only thing I let slide cause he owed it to them. Lucien . . . Well, I don't forgive him turning his eye on all the bullshit, but I do hope we get to see him grow and I do have a small ship in my head for him and vassa and a small enjoyment on how him and Gwyn would be as friends if not partners.)

I loved Nesta's story, but I supported them having an intervention because she was killing herself and through her healing, the friends she made and she found herself along the way. Actions taken by Nesta did upset me but so to did the actions and choices of others in the book.

(This book was therapeutic to the eldest daughter in me who was a shit sister to her own baby sister till something happened and we patched our relationship.)

I know I will love Elain's story, but I am content in my knowledge that Feyre shipped Azriel and Elain, humored it aloud to Rhys even.

Nesta wasn't blind either, she too realized her friend was distant and when finding out why she did not chase him off or shut down his feelings and neither did she blast him to the whole Inner circle. She understood and offered a small comfort.

I don't know how anyone who has read the books over and over cannot see beyond the sails of their sail boats.

These characters are more than their ships, and to claim your thoughts and opinions as those of the characters is baffling.

All this to say, You don't decide that someone can't be a Nesta Stan and support Elriel because "Nesta would never"

It's right there in A Court of Silver Flames, did you not read the book? I'm just saying, Nesta is many things but she isn't the type of woman to bite her tongue when she disapproves of something.

It's right there in the books, just saying.

[samwellwinchesterthebrave]

Are you looking for a spooky read? Do you like urban fantasy or monster stories? Do you like stories about queer ladies dealing with monsters and getting into (and out of) shenanigans? Check out Shadows and a Touch of Magic.

From shadows that can be savior or destroyer to the creation of the first mermaids, Shadows and a Touch of Magic is a collection of monster stories and urban legends featuring women who love women full of fear, of love, of the strange, and of the whimsical.

Read on for a snippet from each short story 💜

"As she moved to the center of the room, trying to imagine her furniture here and herself living here, a cold breeze ghosted across the back of her neck. It raised the small hairs on the back of her neck and goosebumps down her arms." - Widow's Walk

"They were there again. The shadows that seemed to dip, sway and follow after her. Nijah Khoury glanced back as the edge of one shadow seemed to reach out towards her." - Shadowdancers

"“So, you want to be healed,” Amrita said after another sip of the wine. “What will you offer in return?”

“Anything,” Machi begged. “Anything I have. Please.”

“I heal you, you give me your first child. Fair’s fair, right?”" - Promises, Promises

"Thrilled that she was still alive, Cecily twisted in the water to study herself. Her tail was longer than her legs had been. She could feel power coiled in the muscles and ached to stretch her new body out." - To Become The Sea

"It called to her, stretched out lovely fingers and tempted her in. A small smile tugged at Haley’s lips as she listened. It sounded like the melody was coming from the opposite way of the lake again." - Feast of Sorrowed Breath

"She could clearly remember the last time she’d been swimming, the sun shining down on the blue water like it was today. That was years ago, however. No matter how many times she came to this pier, she never dared the water." - Trapped

"Have you ever heard of the smile maidens? I’d never heard of them before my travels and, at the beginning, I’d scoffed at the idea of them. It seemed such a silly name for a supernatural force that killed people or stole their souls." - The Smile Maidens

[alcida-auka]

Omega's Heroine's Journey prediction

Here's my current prediction for Omega's story from season 1 to season three using the Heroine's Journey as a model.

Separation from the Feminine. Omega leaves Kamino behind, and with it her central mother figure, Nala Se, a woman who is Creatrix of her many brothers, benevolent and ruthless, Creator/Destroyer. Nala Se represents an ambivalent figure to Omega. She is loved by her, but she lived in a cloistered lab, and likely saw Nala Se's ruthlessness, as well as her love. In Murdock's Heroine's Journey, the heroine is unhappy in the world that represents her feminine origins.

Identification with the Masculine and Gathering of Allies. Most of our story of the Bad Batch, is Omega's journey with her younger big brothers. They are aspects of her animus, the masculine side of her, and she identifies with them, learns from them. They are the Muscle Man [Wrecker], Hunter [Literally, the Hunter], The Professor [Tech], and eventually, the Psychopomp [Crosshair]. Allies include Cid, Echo (a Reg brother), Phee, and many more.

Road of Trials, Meeting Ogres and Dragons. Many stories of rancors, dragons, scoundrels, battles. Season 1 and season 2.

Finding the boon of success Pabu. After many trials, (we see bits of vice in Omega at the start of season 2, a little of the potential for avariciousness we see in Jango and Boba, mostly ameliorated with influence of her brothers and the old Serennan man). But Pabu is the success, the utopia well-earned, a life with her brothers.

Awakening to feelings of spiritual aridity; death The life of adventure with her brothers, brings Omega the absence of one brother striking off independently, the other brother dead (maybe). Season 3, Omega will realize that her life with her brothers that she emulated and desired leads to their danger. She will question herself and what she means to them.

Initiation and Descent to the Goddess Omega will meet a Dark Shadow of herself--Emerie, the version of herself raised by a malevolent father figure, Dr. Hemlock. He is neither the benevolent paternal figure of Hunter, nor the neutral Creatrix like her mother. Dr. Hemlock is a malevolent Creator/Destroyer and perversion of that mythic figure. Omega will come to understand her Shadow in Emerie, and what could have been an aspect of herself down another path. In addition, she will also meet the Goddess that can help reconcile her place in the galaxy, and her place. This could be represented by Asajj, a woman who has been raised and tutored by multiple people, kind [Jedi] and dark [Sith], and found her own way, her own power, not completely defined by simple dichotomies, embracing what she has learned of Jedi, Sith, Witches.

Urgent yearning to Reconnect with the Feminine Omega will revisit what it means to be Nala Se's Creation and Daughter, to be Emerie's sister. That Feminine is represented in this story by cloning itself, and Omega's former (and current Mt. Tantiss) life of medical research of being assistant and aide to Nala Se -- the life that had been intended for Omega. This does not mean Omega will be Nala Se's assistant in her future adult life. But it does mean reconciling with her Mother Figure's legacy of the clones, and how she can help them herself, using her own knowledge gleaned from working on Kamino and on Mt Tantiss.

Healing the Mother/Daughter Split We have never seen Omega and Nala Se hold a conversation with each other. It will be time for a maturing Omega to confront her Creatrix, to understand or reconcile her ambivalent feelings towards her. This may also be represented in having EMERIE, Omega's Shadow, reconcile with Nala Se, the Mother figure she might perceive as having abandoned her to Dr. Hemlock.

Healing the Wounded Masculine This was always going to be Crosshair. He represents the psychopomp, the final state of the Animus, the masculine that is the guide, who has gone to death, and out of it. He has been symbolized by the Ice Vulture [remember the sacred symbolism of the vulture], and Joel Aron talked about the "angelic" lighting above Crosshair in his cell. Angels and vultures are all psychopomps. Omega will heal her inner psychopomp, the masculine guide, the part of her broken masculine, and in need of flying again, soaring above with sharp eyes.

Integration of the Masculine and Feminine Omega's final stage in the Heroine's Journey. She will combine and integrate the positive Masculine in her life (of which there is much!) of her warrior brothers, that have helped her to reach out in the world and fight, with the Feminine of her origins, the clever clone, assistant to the Creatrix of them all. Like Nala Se, she can be clever creator and destroyer (she was trained to do Nala Se's work after all), but she will destroy what harms her Mother's creations. She is the Omega, the last Clone. She is the Legacy of Jango Fett, a man who gave his own blueprint to create millions of doomed boys that will destroy and be destroyed in turn, and the Legacy of Nala Se, the woman who used that DNA to create them. Jango and Nala were always mirror characters in the story--both seemingly dispassionately, created millions of doomed children for a war machine. Yet neither were wholly evil, both loved fiercely and were/are honorable. Both loved one clone (the Alpha, and the Omega, respectively). Omega will embody the positive aspects of both these complicated legacies.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Dying Light [Chapter Three] Red Line [Bi-Han/Sub-Zero]

A/n: I didn't go too into detail with the wedding ceremony here, but it is based on a Han Chinese Wedding Ceremony. Please enjoy.

Tag list: @genesiswrld, @cherryblossomly, @dilf-destroyer-04, @louis2gobrrn, @umbransister

Warning(s): Family drama, uneasiness, female reader, wedding ceremony, arranged marriage au, Bi-Han being a tease (if you look closely 😋), bed-sharing, awkward moments.

No Minor's Allowed!!

The next morning is hectic.

You are awoken by servants, rushing you from your bed and into the bath. Their hands are like restraints, holding you down in the warm water as they wash you in soaps and scented oils. 

Then when you are done - skin rubbed raw and fingers wrinkled - your mother takes over.  

She guides you to her room and urges you to sit down at her vanity so that she can doll you up. Her enthusiastic yacking, as she brushes the knots from your hair sounds like a foreign language in your ears, but you are forced to endure it. You stare in a daze at your reflection in the mirror, focused on what is to come next. 

It is a bit too much to take in so early in the morning. But when it does hit, the sad reality of the situation, you are horrified. 

“What is that look for?” Your mother asks. She stares at you in the mirror and sighs. “You had best get used to this. Men are fickle. A beautiful woman will keep their interest. You do not want your soon-to-be husband to drag in strays, do you?” 

You do not even know what to say to this. Does it matter? You are not in this for love. Tightening your jaw, you avert your eyes from the mirror. 

“Is this not sudden to father?”

“It is not sudden enough,” your mother counters in annoyance. “The former Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei wanted his eldest son to lead before he was meant to take a bride. You should have already been wed.” 

At least you are now aware of why this union took so long. But this is not what you meant by sudden. 

I barely know him for a day and already I am meant to become his wife.

You opt not to mention this to your mother. She would point out that sometimes arranged marriages work this way, that at least you had met him before standing as husband and wife. 

“Could it not be moved to a later date?” You ask, choosing your words wisely.

Your mother scoffs. 

“It is far too late for that. Today is regarded as lucky. We would have to put the wedding off for another week and your father would not accept that.”

Of course. He might lose his chance to gain riches from this. 

“I'm sure Bi-Han will bring lots of gifts for him.” 

Your mother gives you a heated look and then returns to the task at hand. You groan as her brush strokes become a bit harsh. 

“With that attitude, this marriage is doomed to fail.”

You almost turn up your eyes. It is not like you want this. The only reason you are going through with it is because all your life the importance of the clan has been forced into your head. It is as though your parents wished to brainwash you. The fear of failure that paralyzed you as a youth crept up your spine even now like a monster bound in shadows. 

Taking a deep breath, you ignore the dread in your stomach. 

For the next two hours, you sit in awkward silence as your mother does your makeup and styles your hair. Both are relatively simple in technique, yet the time she takes to perfect them is time-consuming.

When both are nearly done, she saunters over to her closet and removes a garment bag from within. 

“Get dressed.”

You sigh. Standing, you take a moment to stretch your sore back, and then you retrieve the garment bag from her. Inside is a red dress with fine stitching, decorated with golden phoenixes. It looks familiar. 

“Was this yours?”

Your mother nods. 

“I wore it on my wedding day to your father…and today, you will wear it.”

“I– thank you.” 

You honestly did not know what to say. Quietly, you redress. The material is soft and surprisingly breathable. It fits you well; she must have made the adjustments during the night. 

“We are nearly done,” your mother states. 

She returns to the vanity and retrieves two items from a wooden box. One is a golden comb ornament and the other is a red line. Both she places in your hair. 

“During the ceremony, the groom will untie the red line, which means that he will take you over from your father and me. And then by tradition, a lock of hair from each of you will be severed and tied together using this line. That represents that your body and heart will stick to each other,” she explains.

It sounds romantic. If only this marriage were built on that.

Your mother stands in front of you and looks you over. She then smiles.

“You are ready.”

Turning your eyes to the mirror, you do not recognize the person staring back at you. She is elegant while you are not. 

Is this the person you are destined to be? You are not sure you like her.

A knock on the door averts your attention. A servant quickly comes in and bows then addresses your mother. 

“The groom is here, madam.”

“Right on time,” she utters. 

Resting a hand on your back, she urges you to press on. Though you are hesitant, you take an uneasy breath and walk towards the door. In the foyer, you see Bi-Han for the first time since yesterday. He appears almost as out of place as you feel, wearing a red robe adorned with gold dragons. His hair is half up, cascading down his broad shoulders in dark locks; it suits him.

As you draw near, his keen eyes turn to you, taking in your appearance; his expression softens. You are not sure how to feel about this. Standing beside him, you awkwardly wait for the main doors to open. A red mat awaits.

Bi-Han offers his arm, whether out of courtesy or because it is expected of him. Nevertheless, you take it and walk with him outside, following the mat from the main house to the shrine in the Western wing. Had it been exactly traditional like your mother had wanted, an ornate bridal chair carried by porters would have escorted you.  

It did not matter in the end. The results would not change. 

Continuing through the wing, servants open the doors to the shrine, and upon seeing the altar and your fellow clansmen, you tense up, hesitating a moment. It feels as if by some cruel twist of fate you are about to be sacrificed. 

Feeling the muscles beneath your hand tighten, you turn your eyes, meeting Bi-Han’s curious stare. 

“Steel yourself,” he orders. 

You take an uneasy breath. He is right, you must find your courage. Continuing to the altar, you kneel with Bi-Han to pay homage, and then you face him, as a low table is seated between you. 

It is time. 

The rest of the ceremony feels like a blur. After completing the food and wine portion, symbolizing unspoken vows, Bi-Han removes the red line in your hair and as explained by your mother, a lock is severed to be combined with his.

It is not until you are prompted to stand and join hands with him, do you become fully alert. His skin feels cold like ice and his expression shows no emotion. It seems he had taken his advice. Your face heats up as you stare into his eyes. 

The room is eerily silent as you make your pledge. 

“No matter death or life, (we are) near or far, we pledge our word–”

“Hold your hand and grow old with you together,” Bi-Han wraps up.

Releasing his hands, the two of you face the clan and bow; the ceremony then comes to an end. You are now wed. It feels bittersweet, like a dream you can not wake from. You almost can't believe it. 

In front of you, your parents seem satisfied. It is a shame that you do not share their sentiments. 

–

As the afternoon progresses, your parents move the merged clans to the dining room where a lavish eight-course affair is waiting. Each dish is symbolic, but it is not until you are served sweet lotus seeds for dessert, do you feel a bit uneasy. Perhaps it is simply a tradition, but this dish is meant to represent fertility. The idea of an heir or an heiress never even crossed your mind before. 

You ignore it for now and stomach the rest of your food.

For the next few hours, you are forced to listen to your mother chatter to Bi-Han about you. The man listens but he does not comment. You honestly wish that you could have brought your amulet along with you. The thought of her dropping into a portal mid-sentence makes you snort.

“Is there something on your mind, daughter?” Your father suddenly asks over her. 

You are caught off guard by his question. To your annoyance, your mother pauses a moment to look at you, raising a brow in curiosity. Even Bi-Han spares you a look. 

“It is nothing,” you utter. 

Your mother tightens her mouth into a thin line, then continues where she left off. You on the other hand give Bi-Han a look of sympathy, returning to your food. 

The banquet concludes shortly after and you opt to escape the fiasco by retiring for the night. In exhaustion, you excuse yourself, but when you enter your room, the state of it takes you back a moment. 

Your sheets and pillowcases are red, and resting on top of them is a mix of dry fruit and nuts. The sweet scent of persimmons and red dates permeates the air as you walk over to your closet to find something to dress into. Once the bridal dress is put away and you are in your nightwear, you saunter over to your vanity. 

Pulling the comb from your hair, you pause as the sound of your door opens. A servant walks in and behind them, much to your dismay, is your husband. Your eyes widen. 

“Allow me to retrieve your belongings, sir,” the servant offers. 

Bi-Han dismisses them with a gesture.

“A night robe will be enough.”

They leave the room, shutting the door behind them. In the meantime, all you can do is stare in shock as Bi-Han gauges the room; your room.

“Why are you here?”

“You are my wife,” he simply states. 

You frown. Of course. You feel ignorant for asking. Even so, you did not expect to share a bed with him so soon, or at all.

Ignoring him for a moment, you continue with the task at hand. Using a cleansing towelette, you remove your makeup, peeking at him from your mirror. 

“Should I call for an extra set of sheets for you?” 

Bi-Han hums.

“There is no need.” 

He struts over to the bed and begins to remove the dried fruit and nuts from the sheets. 

I suppose he means to share. 

You are not sure what to feel about this. Brushing the tangles from your hair, you stand and face him. For an awkward moment, you stare as Bi-Han clears the bed, not sure what to say. Thankfully, the servant returns with his night robe. You retrieve it, sauntering over to the bed to hand it to him.

“I will finish. There is a divider in which you can change behind across the room.”

Bi-Han grabs the robe from you and takes your suggestion. In the meantime, you clear the bed, taking the mess over to your vanity. 

“If it were not for tomorrow, I would resume our conversation from yesterday,” you hear Bi-Han state.

You turn to face him.  

“What happens–” The sight of his bare muscular chest makes you pause. Gods, he is gorgeous. 

Bi-Han ties his robes closed and then raises a curious brow. You turn away from him, ignoring the heat in your face. 

“What happens tomorrow?”

“We leave for Arctika. My brothers will arrive with the bridal gifts early,” Bi-Han answers. 

You frown. Everything is happening so fast. 

“I should rest then.”

“Unless you desire to consummate our marriage, then that is best,” Bi-Han retorts. 

Your face heats up. What are you meant to say to that? He does not look like a man to tease, but perhaps he is trying to get a rise out of you. Opting not to comment, you prepare your side of the bed. 

Bi-Han situates himself beneath the sheets, so you turn out the lights and hesitantly join him. Turning your back to him, you listen to the silence, feeling uncomfortable.

“Sleep well,” you utter. 

For a moment, you assume that Bi-Han is already asleep, but then he shifts.

“You were humored by something at the banquet. What by?”

You grin. 

“I thought about dropping my mother into a portal. Her enthusiastic yacking is irritating.”

“I share your sentiments,” Bi-Han admits. 

For the first time, you agree with him entirely.  

[fuckmyskywalker]

Dad!Vader needs to happen!!!

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

I have ideas. Many ideas. | ddde : stepdad!Vader/Dad!Vader.

You are adopted since you are a force sensitive child who grew up in an aristocratic/noble family. Knowing well that he must keep «the rule of the two», and since he knows that it doesn't matter how much he despises having an apprentice (Anakin loved it. Vader hates it), he needs to teach the strong dark ways of the Force and continue the line of the Empire.

So he does just that.

He waits until you are 18 to bring you to the Star Destroyer. He asks his admiral to explain the situation to you, he just watches your reaction very closely. He can sense fear, uncertainty but a strange feeling of resignation; there is no way to escape him, so you might as well play along and fulfill the role he choose for you when you weren't even conscious of your own hands.

Training is difficult, heavy and unbearable. Vader is a cruel Master. He doesn't yell, he doesn't scold you or anything, he just stares, and despite you not being to see his eyes, the weight of his gaze is sufficient. He corrects your pose, swats you with the base of his lightsaber, and apparently loves to use it to raise your chin— which follows the only thing you hear whenever you train.

"Keep your head up."

Not only you have to be skilled for combat, but without peace of mind and a trained brain, strength can only take you so far. He will keep you glued to his side at all times, you are more than a shadow than his own cape is at some point.

People ask questions. People stare. And it is easier to simply dismiss every gossip.

"It's my daughter."

And no one dares to ask further, because the only person who dared to ended up with their throat crushed.

And that's how it starts. There's no longer a need to call his apprentice «Padawan». There is no warmth feelings, no camaraderie, no bonding, and definitely not a stupid little braid.

You are just his daughter.

So you might as well call him «Dad», right?

[dilucsfavorite]

I have gotten inspired from my most recent ask, about my opinions on the DW. This time, I am going to talk about how I believe they are worshiped by the people, and how they affected the present world. Not going by village, just the general most common ways they are worshipped.

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Irene: Much like how hospitals have the red cross symbolizing medicine and hospitals, Irene's symbol is that. Wherever a doctor and where a hospital is, is the Irene symbol. The matron symbolizes healing due to her many healing abilities, and so that translated over to hospitals and doctors when the idea of medicinal herbs and such were made popularized. Churches are typically where she is worshipped, sermons and days specified when they will join together and pray. The believers also believe that all plant life should be looked after and taken care of, destroyed only if necessary. Many of the bigger villages have green houses filled with medicinal herbs and native flowers that are religiously taken care of. However, there is a dark side. Bandits, kidnappers, just evil doers in general, use the promise of prosperity the name of Irene brings, to bring down and dangers unto others. There were even historically recorded times of people sacrificing others in the name of prosperity and good health.

Enki: Enki was the one who coined the idea of recording history and knowledge within books, less in murels. He was also someone that pushed education buildings and the idea that everyone should get the chance to learn, even if societies at the time did not want that to happen. He was also the cause of the publishing of the first maps to be made of the entire world and the nations. There is one major university using his symbol as the colleges symbol, even if that is not historically accurate. However, most books were destroyed in book burnings that he had created, ones not stored in a major library that is still hidden to this day. He is worshiped by scholars and sailors alike, though there is not one set place people worship him. Though the library could count.

Kul'Zak: Kul'Zaks symbol is used at camps and hotels people own in order to convey the idea that this is where wanderers and travellers can stay. He also had helped Enki publish the maps, though he was the one who had created them. He is not necessarily worshiped, but he has a small mantra that goes around camps that adventures learn, one that is said to bring safety and protection to those going between cities and nations.

Esmund: Esmund is the symbol of the guards order and is used at the guard training facilities around the different nations. He is the symbol of protection and people use his plus Irene's when them or a loved one is sick or injured. Irenes for health and healing, and Esmunds used for the protection of the person. It is also a symbol used alongside head guards, next to the cities symbol. It is only used by the head guards of said village, since they are the main protectors. It is rumored that one can learn the skin hardening ability he has, but it had only been done once, and it was an old man close to death.

Shad: Before he became the destroyer, he was the fighter. Unlike the idea of the protector, he was always on the front lines. He worked with blacksmiths to make different types of weapons that are used today, some were even the basis of better weapons made at later dates. He was worshiped among brash men who only want to become fighters within the wars, but he had the respect of weapon makers. When he became the destroyer, he was worshiped by small cult like villages, ones who praised him to the brashness he had faced as well. They do not believe in the other DWs, and they believe that Shad is the one and only being, the one true DW. Whenever someone was close to death, they were killed to be sacrificed to the Shadow Lord. When young promising fighters come along, they are sacrificed to Shad. Thus, the Shadow Knights began.

Menphia: She is actually the most less known DW, one who is not widely known. Only the oldest witches (and that's few) know of her and worship her. Other than that, there is folklore surrounding her. She would stay in the back lines and rain fire or ice balls from the sky to hit enemies in the lines. Though, that story became less of her and more of a ghost story that surrounds battle fields. That if the battle is gruesome enough, the sky would rain fireballs to torch those who dare make such a gruesome display on nature. Though that type of story is common within Irene believers. She was fine with being the most less known DW, as she did not want fame or worship.

YIPPEE!!!!!! I hope you like and pls expand on your own ideas as well :3

[writers-potion]

Names are often the first thing readers get to know about the character. It's important to create the right impression in terms of ethnicity/personality/age with names!

Here's a list of names for our...let's say, less lucky fictional children. Doesn't mean we love them any less, right?

👧🏻For female characters:-

Acantha: thorn, prickle

Aphra: dust

Bronagh: sorrow

Capri: goats

Cecily: blind

Cornelia: horn

Courtney: short nose

Deirdre: sorrowful

Desdemona: ill-fated

Dolores: sorrows (now we know why Dolores Umbridge was such a pain in the ass)

Etain: jealousy

Everly: wild boar clearing

Kennedy: misshapen head

Leah: weary

Lilith: night monster

Lola: sorrows

Lyssa: fury

Morrigan: demon queen

Persephone: bringer of death

Phryne: toad

Portia: pig

Rachel: ewe

Rebecca: snare

Rue: regret

Saskia: knife

Sloane: raider

Zillah: shade, shadow

👦🏻For male characters:-

Abaddon: destruction

Blaise: lisping

Brennan: wet, tearful

Byron: place of the cow sheds

Calvin: bald

Cameron: crooked nose

Campbell: crooked mouth

Casimir: destroyer of peace

Claude: limping

Colby: coal town

Colin: whelp, young dog

Damian: subdue

Dempsey: proud, haughty

Esau: hairy

Fabian: bean grower

Flanagan: blood red

Fenrir: marsh dweller

Gideon: feller, destroyer

Gulliver: glutton

Huxley: place of scorn

Jabez: bringer of pain

Mortimer: dead water

Simon: flat-nosed

Soren: stern

Tristan: noise, sad

Viggo: war

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Research link:

https://nameberry.com/blog/good-names-with-bad-bad-meanings

[crepesuzette2023]

Can you recommend me some fics for when John got shot ? Could be a fix it or make it worse or anything in between. Thank you !

Thanks for asking! Your ask made me realize that I don't know *any* fic that shows the murder from John's POV, with John dying in the end. The stories I could think of all deal with the aftermath (often from Paul's POV), or they explore a world in which John survives.

Of course I can imagine why this is the case, but it makes me curious about stories dark enough to stay with John until the end. If anyone reading this knows one they like/admire, feel free to say so.

Here are some favorites of mine:

Ghost Stories

To Nobody by @eveepe. 1981. John visits Paul and Linda. It brings all of them (!) closer together. A brief & potent story about honesty and healing (with a kiss).

I keep recommending this, because it's fucking good: The late, great johnny ace by @midchelle. 1981. Paul makes an album with George and Ringo and George Martin. The genesis of Here Today.

and still they lead me back (@pie-of-flames): John haunts Paul's recording sessions in the winter of 1980. Unfinished (2/3) but I trust this writer to finish this, and it's good.

Close to John's POV

and why the sea is boiling hot (madamboogie). Reincarnation fic (unfinished but currently being updated regularly) in which reborn John remembers the events of Dec 1980 in detail, resulting in a breakdown. This is very well done, and a great read, even if (like me) you start out skeptical of the premise.

Aftermath

I will keep on recommending this fic until someone physically stops me: Miracle Worker (@scurator). 1981. Paul and Robert Fraser after John's death. Making love in the shadow of the great destroyer.

Paul lives his life out of order/homage to Slaughterhouse-Five (Vonnegut), with John's murder the painful anchor point. (how much was mine to keep, @backbenttulips)

Throw the Wine (@savageandwise): Follows John and Paul to John's death, and beyond. Starts in 1968, with some flashbacks. A classic for a reason.

John My Beloved (HerSpecialAgent005). John and Paul through the years in ten chapters. The final chapter describes Paul grieving for—and with—John in a dreamlike dialogue.

Favourite Four-Letter Word (@franklyimissparis): Paul goes for a late-night cab ride a few days after John's murder and buries something precious. Inspired by a very interesting quote.

John survives:

I greatly love my turn to resurrect (@backbenttulips). After the shooting, Paul nourishes John's body and soul back to health.

In Going Nowhere (@inspiteallthedanger), John returns to England after the shooting to recover and mend his relationship with Paul.

[xielianslver]

Divine Warriors

Here is some info dump about MCD's Divine Warriors in my rewrite, not all of this is known to the public of the mortal realm (especially the stuff about Shad.)

Irene the Matron: There isn't much known about Lady Irene's past, the only evidence they have are the scriptures Enki had written. Though most were burned. It is a common concept that she grew up in a small village (later Scaleswind) in Ru'aun. born from the ash of a god they say. She is incredibly strong, having healing magicks and the ability to bring those back from the dead as well as other abilities (mainly dimensional), Irene did not have a weapon. She can also change her form into a man but she rarely ever did this and it's said that she hated the form. After her disappearance (presumed death) which was 40 or so years after the fight with Shad. She was worshipped more commonly, which her worship later became widespread. Irene is worshipped as the god of medicine/health, the afterlife, agriculture and hope. She is associated with doves (because of her wings) and lavender, around churches and royalty/nobles homes, you will see statues of doves and fields of lavender. It's said that natural forming fields of lavender are places blessed by Irene. Although mainly worshipped in Ru'aun she is seen and heard all over the world.

Menphia the Fury: She grew up in Tu'la near the capital, one of the very few in Tu'la who was human. Menphia came from a well off noble family, she was a strong girl who could wield almost any close combat weapon. She became one of the princesses' guards at the age of 19. There was a rumor that Menphia and the princess were having an affair but it was never denied nor confirmed. She became a protector of Irene and later one of the Divine Warriors, she also had a pet tiger. Her magicks are very limited but they consist of strength and speed. Menphia used multiple different close combat weapons (swords, maces, battle axes, etc). She died during the fight with Shad to save Enki. She is worshipped mainly in Gal'ruk and Tu'la and usually by guards or soldiers. She is worshipped as the god of rage, strength, war, and courage. She is associated with tigers and fire. Her statues always have a tiger at her legs.

Shad the Destroyer: Not much is known about Shad at all, Enki himself destroyed practically everything that he had written about Shad. Them and Irene were close, the common conception was that they were lovers. Irene and Shad had a fight because he was a danger to mortals. Irene sealed Shad deep inside a mountain for 10 years, he later escaped and caused havoc. Although Irene and many of the other warriors had pushed her to their breaking point it was Shad himself who decided to be spiteful and become the Shadow Lord. Xavier was the first ever shadow knight. Their magicks consist of strength, telekinesis, and break dimension barriers. She can change their form much like Irene, to a woman, man, or a form of neither. He seems to enjoy this unlike Irene. Many depictions of Shad are different in gender because of this. Very few mortals worship him but she is seen as the god of deception, chaos, death, and tragedy. He is commonly associated with crows and lily of the valleys.

Enki the Keeper: Enki had many journals detailing both his and the other warriors lives yet he either burned most or hid them away, very few were actually found. He grew up in a home of warriors in Gal'ruk but despite this he became a scholar. He is known to have been in love with many, Menphia, Irene, Esmund's brother. Likely Xavier too. He was born without any magicks but he did know a bit of witchcraft. His abilities after getting a relic were; un-human observation, speed, and levitation. Enki barely fought but when he did he used an ink brush (much like Qiu Yongsi from Tianbao Fuyao lu). Enki died 5 or so years after the battle with Shad. He is worshipped in Gal'ruk and is a common figure head for literature. He is the god of; ink and paper, literature, language, and love. Enki is commonly associated with owls and snow.

Esmund the Protector: Much is known about him as he was the eldest son of one of the most well known historians, Ruthin Ro'meave. He grew up in Ru'aun, he became a guard and later became a Divine Warrior. Esmund was commonly known for his beauty that rivaled Irene's. He was deeply in love with Irene which caused a strain between Irene, Shad and Esmund. His younger brother was horrifically injured during a battle while under Shad's watch which caused Esmund to become even more resentful of Shad. Despite wanting to help defeat Shad he decided to stay behind and protect. He died 30 years before Irene's disappearance. He is worshipped in Ru'aun usually by Lords of villages seeking protection. He is the god of; protection, safety, loyalty, victory, and family. Esmund is associated with shields and jewlary.

Kul'zak the Wanderer: They grew up near the docks of Tu'la, they were a meif'wa. They helped with travel when ships docked on Tu'la. Kul'zak was the first Divine Warrior after Irene, and a nomad. They were a very good bard and a little mischievous. They were the oldest of the Divine Warriors and the one to have kept them all together. After the Divine Warriors split they traveled and spoke of legends for 10 years before dying. Unlike the other Divine Warriors they aren't worshipped in one place, they are worshipped as the god of; travel. merchants, alcohol and music. Kul'zak is associated with intoxication and the flute.

[doraambrose]

saw ur batfam fanon takes - and question: can you even find fanfic that doesn’t have any of that?

i agree with 95% of ur post, but just on a personal level, I love a good dad bruce fic. bc i grew up reading comics and the good dad bruce panels were few and far between, I love fanon content of him fixing his relationship with his kids, it heals my inner child lol

anyways, back to my qs, do u have and strictly canon fic recs then?

Hello! This is my first ask ever so excuse my excitement lol. In terms of fics that are strictly Canon, I have not found one yet. There are some fics that have some of those elements, but theyre slight enough that it doesnt ruin the whole story. But to be fair, I haven't been reading a whole lot lately as I am very busy with work and school. I will admit that I do have some guilty pleasure fics that are definitely not Canon. @lightwing-s is writing a series called "baby steps" that I have been loving as a guilty pleasure. I'm also on this forum on the DC universe infinite website and a friend of mine who lives near my dad writes REALLY GOOD redhood stories and her dream is to write for him as a DC writer. That's invite only but maybe one day, I'll ask her if I can share some of her writing. I also dont read a whole lot of fics that don't center around Jason Todd. I'm also into sickfics and hurt fics, mental health, that kind of stuff (unfortunately thats where most of the bruce calling jason sweetheart comes from 🤢) There are some fics that I do like :

Pinstripedjackalope on AO3 has a couple good jason sickfics that show jason and Roy in a platonic friendship as well. The Curse of a Turkey Sandwich and Stick the Landing are really good

I just recently read this fic with jason and rose wilson that I kind of enjoyed, but I'll admit it's a little offbrand for Rose. It's also on AO3, it's Respite by Creatchure

There's a fic I have wanted to read but haven't gotten a chance yet called Nyx the destroyer from the shadows by killkid001

There's also this fic on AO3 that I loved a lot about Jason and Tyler and their first night together after jason adopted him. It was really great but I just can't find it anywhere now.

That's all off the top of my head because I have the memory of a goldfish but I'll post some fic recs as I find them :)

Thanks!