#starry writes stuff

[starrypawz]

“Oh God, yes, right there— oh my God, just like that, please don’t stop.” “…Can you stop that? You’re making it sound like we’re in a porno and now I’m highly uncomfortable.” 

AO3 Random Dialogue Prompts

There’s a half naked goth sprawled over Nemo’s bed. 

“Alright,” Nemo perches on the edge of the bed and turns the jar of coconut oil in their hands, “You need me to rub this in?”

“Yeah,” Gerry (the half naked goth sprawled over Nemo’s bed) mumbles and looks up, pillow clutches in his arms, “Just a light layer,” 

“Alright,” Nemo unscrews the lid and gives a pleased hum at the whiff of coconut before they slip a couple of fingers in, less pleased at the texture before they turn their attention to the fresh black ink that marks his shoulder blades with the same eye design that sits over his heart. 

They gently brush over the inked skin and

“Sorry!” Nemo’s hand pulls back as he flinches. 

“I’m ok,” He shrugs, “Guess it’s still a bit tender,” 

“So…” Nemo pokes lightly, “Not my freezing fingers?” 

“Nah,” He sighs, “It’s… Actually kind of nice?” 

“Oh…” Nemo swallows as they feel him shift under their touch as they gently brush over his skin, “Good,” 

He stretches out more in a way that reminds them of a contented cat and Nemo bites down on an affectionate chuckle as they check over his skin, “They seem to be healing up ok-” 

“Early days yet,” Gerry groans theatrically, “The itchy phase is coming,”

Nemo gives a sympathetic, “Oof,” as they work. 

He flinches again.

Nemo pulls their hand back. 

“I’m fine,” 

“You’re,” Nemo gives a testing poke, “A little tense,” 

He snorts, “Are you that surprised?” 

“Should I-” 

“Don’t stop,” He clears his throat, “If you don’t mind?” 

Nemo gives another testing poke into the tense muscle,

“Oh,” He groans softly, “Right there.” 

Nemo slips into clinical reflexes that haven't quite gone rusty yet. Guided by the way he shifts under their touch and his murmurs of encouragement as they work their hands over his skin, soft and shower warmed.

His breath hitches and then comes out as a long, soft sigh as he relaxes into their touch. 

They press harder and he gives a muffled moan that Nemo does their best to pay it no mind even though warmth rushes to their cheeks. 

They do their best to keep their thoughts… clinical.

Think about the anatomy under their hands, nerves, muscles, ligaments, tendons, bones, how they all interconnect, how tension and pain is a common malady. They’re applying light massage, a well known therapeutic technique that relieves said tension and pain which is a common malady. 

He gives another soft moan.

Nemo swallows. 

They’re applying light massage, a well known therapeutic technique that relieves tension, doing so causes the release of various hormones, endorphins, serotonin, dopamine which are all known to induce pleasurable feelings. 

This is just a particularly sore spot.

His reactions are perfectly normal. That’s all. 

But under that is another set of thoughts, ones that remind them there’s a half naked goth sprawled over their bed and they have their hands all over him. 

And those are countered with the fact he’s their friend, and they’re just helping him with his new tattoo. And him being half naked around them is honestly pretty mundane at this point, and it’s not like they’ve never touched him before… 

And then that second set of thoughts comes back with a vengeance to remind them about how-

He moans again. 

Louder.

“Gerry!”

“What?” He mumbles into the pillow.

“You’re…” Nemo swallows, “Getting a little loud,”

He gives a muffled mumbled sound of confusion into the pillow and then looks up. 

Nemo sighs, “And… we’re not alone?”

(Thankfully said returning housemate had returned after Gerry was done with the shower, a small mercy) 

“Huh?” 

“Fuck’s sake,” Nemo groans, “Do I have to spell it out?” “Oh!” Realisation dawns on him and he buries his face back into the pillow with a mumbled, “Oh shit,” before the snorting laughter start

[starry-bi-sky]

Danny hurts.

That's nothing new, but he thinks he deserves to talk about it still. He hurts specifically behind his eyes, as if he's been doing nothing but stare at a screen all day, and his lungs feel shallow and stifled like he's run for a mile without stopping. There's an ache in his knees like abdominal cramps, stretching down to his calves and slightly up his thighs. His shoulder blades ache, rooting center towards his spine, snaking down to his hips.

It's bearable, but he still hurts.

It was a nightmare that brought him here, with his arms wrapped around Bruce's middle like a cobra and his ear pressed to the man's stomach. It's not a heartbeat, but he's already checked for it, and if he stops and listens, real quiet, he can hear Bruce's internal organs gurgling. So it's the next best thing, it means he's working as he should.

Bruce's curved finger draws a line down his spine, and then back up, slow and soothingly. Danny shudders involuntarily, gooseflesh popping up on his skin, and his arms tighten briefly, then loosen up. He shakes for a moment, and then tries to sigh out of his nose in a way that didn't reveal just how awful he felt.

"…Tell me about flying?" Bruce asks him after a few seconds of silence, voice quiet and low; tentative. The petting doesn't stop, and Danny blinks slowly. To think, first, and then to try and come up with a response. His jaw feels heavy and sluggish beneath the skin, the way it usually feels when he doesn't want to talk.

He cleans the cobwebs off, tightens his fingers around Bruce's shirt. Loosens it. "Incredible," he croaks, "Weird. It was— crazy. Instinctual. All I needed to do was think about it, and then not even that after I got used to it. I'd think about going up and- and I'd go up. Or down. And I'd tell myself to slow down or go faster, and- and uh, I would."

It's weird, talking about his powers to someone who isn't Sam or Tucker- or, or Jazz. Even weirder for it to be an adult. A living one, that is. And one that would just— just listen. Just like that. And ask questions with no judgement, none that Danny could pick up on anyways.

He starts drawing abstract shapes into Bruce's back with his finger, trying to think. "It was- it was so weird, and so cool. Have you ever— have you ever had one of those hyper-realistic dreams as a kid, where everything felt real? It was like that." He continues, and the tension bleeds out of him, and the grief, and the hurt, "I could go as— as high as I wanted, and since I didn't need to breathe, I didn't need to worry about choking."

Bruce keeps quiet, and it's a bit of a relief, Danny's gaining steam. "I wanted to touch the stars," he tells him, staring unfocused, "and I had this revelation one day, uh- I think the summer after my accident, that I could now. I didn't have to wait anymore. I could probably fly up and up and up, and I'd be in space." It'd been a ground-shaking revelation to him, and it'd shaken and then shattered his foundation of rules and what he could and couldn't do.

He focuses back in on the feeling of tracing the edges of Bruce's ribs, and Bruce does the same to his spine. "I- I uh, didn't. Of course. Going up- was— well— I, I'd never been that high before. I tried to, once, just to see if I could. And then I looked down, and Amity was a bunch of specks below my feet. Like an ant colony. Or a bunch pebbles." It had been amazing, and horrifying. He could see it from one end to the other, and he only knew where home was by the OPS Center on the top, sitting like a satellite.

Danny swallows the spit gathering at the corners of his mouth, "It was terrifying," he says, "I thought that if I kept going up, I'd lose Amity and never be able to find it again. I knew Earth was always rotating, I got scared that if I went up, when I went down Amity wouldn't be where I left it." He trembled the entire flight down to the ground. It'd felt like some sort of epiphany to him, or a kind of enlightenment. His mind had pushed past the borders of what it thought to be foundational, and now a bubble had popped. And he didn't like it.

"I went back down, and told myself I'd try again when I was older." And the world was less scary.

[astrxealis]

i miss being on here lowkey holy shit my queue is only 50 now i may need to #return soon Anyway Hi guys imy ily all meowmeowmeow :3 ٩( 'ω' )و

[starry-night-author]

June of Doom Day #18

"I'm fine." | Self-Defense | Allergies | Headache |

June Of Doom Prompt List @juneofdoom

cw: attempted murder

Hero soundlessly slipped into the room, softly closing the door behind them. It was nearly pitch-black, the door blocking out all of the warm, yellow light, leaving them in nothing but the dark blue shadows.

"Villain?"

The lump on the messy bed across from them shifted, curling further in on itself. "Go away."

"Oh, Villain, I'm so sorry." Hero moved to them, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I had no idea Superhero would try to pull something like that, I'm-"

"Go. Away." Villain growled. "I don't want to talk about it."

Hero let out a slow breath. "I don't want to leave you like this."

"I'm fine."

"You're not. You had your trust violated and your life put in danger, and it's- it's my fault. I'm so, so sorry, Villain." Hero reached out, resting a hand on the lump of blankets. "That was sick of Superhero, I will be talking to the agency about it-"

"They tried to kill me!" Villain sat up in a flurry of blankets. "You realize that, right?! They knew exactly what they were doing putting onions in there, that way they could've passed it off as an accident if I did die!"

"I know. I know Villain, I know." Hero reached for their hand, and Villain quickly pulled it away. "That's what's going to be hard moving forward, is they're going to deny they knew you were allergic. They can pass it off as an accident."

"Because they don't want the city to know they tried to kill me at a peace meeting." Villain pointed out.

"I know. But hey," they put a hand on Villain's shoulder, and this time they weren't pushed away. "I'm not going to let them get away with it."

[ssstarlighttt]

Sara has always had a knack for knowing what to gift others. Holiday shopping is typically a walk in the park for her each year. Today, she's knocked out her shopping in one go, managing to find gifts for everyone important in her life.

Well, everyone except for a certain prince.

BOOM happy fic exchange day! this fic is a gift for @anja-the-sane-panda through the 2024 just dance holiday fic exchange, hosted by @halfratsalready! you can read it here, happy holidays everyone!

[melverie]

HELLO?????????

[rouge-the-bat]

shall i tag you in a shadouge oneshot im working on 👀 im doing day 5 of shadouge week

HELL YEAH IM ALWAYS HAPPY TO BE TAGGED IN SHADOUGE STUFF !!!!!! 👀👀👀

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

girl's honest desire to give moretti funeral business

[just-another-colin-kinnie]

Not a crook

[starrypawz]

AO3 What can I say I had an idea

On the shore of The Dreaming he senses something that ebbs and flows with the tide.

Whatever that something is very…

Small

Tired

With a broken heart… 

But the heart still beats strong. 

Curious. 

Gently he reaches out and

A crow? Most curious.

The crow, more than a little bedraggled, tilts their head as they stand.

“Caw?” (weakly) 

“Easy now,” 

Caw…. Caw?... Caw!  (Slightly panicked)

“No you are not, much longer though and you likely would have met my sister,”

Caw!! (Profanity) 

Caw (Apologetic) 

“That’s an… understandable reaction… although I will say she is actually… very nice.” 

Caw? 

“I am known by many names but… Often I am known as Dream,” 

“Caw!” (Introductory) Dream gives a faint smile, “I am aware,it is a  pleasure to meet you Monty the Crow” 

He regards the Crow who has just informed him that he is known as Monty (although he knew that already)  some more and then asks.

“What was your aim?” 

“Caw,” “London?” 

“Caw,” and then “Caw?”

“Unfortunately you didn’t get very far,” 

“Caw,” (Dejected) 

“Agreed, that was a rather foolish idea,” Dream tilts his head, “I must ask why did you undertake this fool’s errand?” 

“Caw?”

“I… can only sense fragments, you are rather weak right now,” 

“Caw,” (Panicked)

“Do not worry, you are safe here,” “Caw,” (Grateful) 

Dream pauses.

“So Monty the Crow what was the goal of your fool’s errand?”

“Caw?” 

“I only sensed fragments, you are… rather weak right now,”

“Caw,”

“You are safe here,”

“Caw,” (Grateful) 

Monty pauses and the way his feathers ruffle translates as a sigh before he takes a couple of hops that translate somehow as ‘pacing around whilst trying to get your thoughts together’

“Caw…” Another hop, “Caw… Caw…. Caw,”  Another hop, “Caw” (Dejected) 

“That… that is a rather noble cause,” Dream reaches out and then pauses, “May I?”

Monty nods. 

Dream lightly scratches him on the head, feather soft under his fingers and Dream feels a soft rush of affection run through him as Monty leans into his touch and ruffles his feathers and gives the faintest hint of a smile. 

“I… I sense you have not been treated kindly,” He offers his hand and Monty struggles to hop up. 

“Let me,” He soothes as he carefully guides him into his hand and lifts Monty closer to his face.

“I am sorry that has happened to you,” Dream stiffens, “Who… Who did this?” 

“Caw,” “A witch?” He pauses and… feels, “One named Esther Finch, I know of her and… I can sense she has met her long overdue fate,”

“Caw,”

“Maybe that offers you some comfort?” Monty moves his wings in a way that somehow reads as a shrug.

“I… I know what it is like, to be trapped,” Dream sighs, “Taken by someone who seeks power they do not deserve.. Let alone understand.” 

Monty tilts his head again.

“Tell me Monty, Tell me your story,”

“Caw-” 

“I am fond of long tales…” Dream smiles, “And we have all the time in the world whilst you are here,”

Monty ruffles his feathers and then 

“Caw-” 

And then after some time. 

“That is… quite the tale.” 

“Caw?” 

“Yes… now what,” Dream sighs, “I think I can aid you?”

“Caw?”

“Do not worry, I would not pull you into such a bargain, I would also not expect you to serve a new master so soon after gaining your freedom,” 

“Caw?”

“So…The Witch Esther Finch turned you into a human, tell me Monty do you wish to be back in that form?”

“Caw… Caw…” He pauses, “Caw?”

“I see… Understandable you do not want to be bound to one form… even if you found thumbs incredibly useful,” He gives an amused snort and gently scratches Monty on the head, “I believe… I believe I know someone who can aid you,” 

“Caw?”

“No he is not a witch… although I guess he is bewitching in his own way,” “Caw!” (Teasing) Dream swallows, “I am… incredibly fond of him.” Dream pauses, “You… you remind me of him, he is… an incredibly kind soul, eternally joyful,” He smiles, “Even if he is a little foolish at times, His name is Robert Gadling although he prefers to go by Hob, ” Dream pauses, “So Monty The Crow if you agree, once you awake you will find yourself in London,” 

“Very well them,” Dream pulls him against his chest, “Now rest,” 

Monty rests.

Hob awakes to early morning light through the window and realises he forgot to shut the curtains again as he winces  whilst in the background he can hear the ever present drone of the traffic of 21st century London. He finds his laptop in the bed and connects dots he was planning to grade just a couple of more papers last night, but judging from the Turnitin page that greets him when he wakes up the laptop that he’d fallen asleep about a quarter into grading the first one.

Later… later. Deal with that later.  At least two cups of coffee later. 

He’s just about to pass through to the kitchen when he notices something at the living room window.

Matthew? 

No that’s not Matthew.

Wait… that’s not a raven anyway, the beak’s the wrong shape and they’re too small that’s a… 

Crow. 

Oh. 

There hadn’t been A Visit last night (It’s actually been a while but not quite long enough that Hob is worried) but Hob had in that point where reality is a little… loose between waking and sleeping had heard a whisper. It’d been somewhat cryptic (He didn’t expect anything less) but the pieces start to slot together. 

Hob shakes his head with an affectionate snort as he lifts the sash window. It’s thankfully a warm morning. 

The crow tilts their head at him. 

“Well… come on in?” 

Hob takes a step back and watches as the crow hops through the opened window, carefully he shuts it behind them. 

There’s a pause for a moment before they hop from the windowsill and then

Falll  to the ground. 

Hob is caught off guard for a second before there’s a ruffle of feathers and then. 

Ah

So that’s why there’d been something about ‘spare clothes’ that’d sounded rather out of place coming from Dream. 

Hob now looks at the dark haired teenager who had been a crow moments ago who sits on the sofa. The borrowed t-shirt and shorts hang loose on him in a way that looks more ‘Handmedowns from an older sibling’ than ‘fashionably baggy’ 

The teenager looks up at him through curtain bangs with dark eyes that are bright and… oddly captivating.

Just like someone else I know. 

“So… Monty, right?”

Monty nods. 

“Dream?” They say, voice still croaky, “Sent me to you… somehow? Said you could help me?” 

“Hopefully?” Hob clears his throat, “So… are you hungry?”

“I’m starving,” 

Breakfast. Right. That’s at least a problem he can fix. 

“Ok,” Hob smiles, and hopes it looks less nervous than he feels. “I’ll go make us something and you can tell me all about… whatever’s going on,”

“Sounds great!,” Monty’s voice is bright, almost a little too bright for this time in the morning and gives him probably the softest smile he’s ever seen before Hob turns into the kitchen. 

What the hell have you gotten me into this time?

[horatiocomehome]

ISAT is perfect for fandom activities, like it's got worldbuilding! It's got angst! It's got awesome characters and found family and banter! It's got ANGST! It has TIMELOOP! Did I mention the ANGST!

[the-starry-raven]

@forestshadow-wolf @queermentaldisaster I need some backup stuff to help with writing Soap for my comfort fic- do either of ya (or anyone else reading this) have anythings- I wanna make this goodddd-

Also gimme lovey nicknames/unique complements if you got them, this one's gonna be good (or at least I'mma try to make it good)

[creature-of-the-stars]

Weeds Among Stones: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Wedding Bells & Warning Lights -> read here

Chapter summary: Letant and Edith spend quality time in close quarters, and Vreenak and Jo get troubling news.

No warnings for this chapter.

Tag List (please, let me know if you want on/off this list): @wafflingchemist, @starrynightgardens, @bigblissandlove1 @deepspacedukat @horta-in-charge @romulanhorsegirl @darkmattervibes , @indignantlemur

I forgot about how posting an announcement to tumblr was a thing, so sorry for the spam if any of you have already seen this come though via email (@starrynightgardens specifically, because I saw your review pop up in my inbox 🥺).

EDIT - Gif credit for Letant and Vreenak goes to: @deepspacedukat

[creatively-cosmic]

im twenty four pages deep into a slideshow of trying to document the full timeline of where every pokemon game falls in missing numbers and i havent even started writing notes yet

[starryluminary]

OH also I think I already have the theme for the next one cause I’m completely normal about Noco. But it might not be for a whiiilllee. At least when I get more of my energy back

[starry-bi-sky]

I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus When her body was found I'd be the choiceless hope in grief That drove him underground

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Jason is gonna be sick.

Memories swirl in his head, laughter ringing like bells in his ears, and bring with it a torrid feeling of rising horror. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth; a rock sinking in his gut. The image of a woman and a smile made of stars burns behind his eyelids.

Danny.

He met a woman named Danny last month, with eyes blue and green like a watercolor gradient. She stopped him in the middle of the street, acting as if she knew him. Except Jason didn't know her, and his attempts to correct her only made her grow confused, only made her grow insistent.

That he was her Jason, her fiancé.

Jason had told her she was wrong, that she had the wrong guy. He'd gotten icy with her, had been rude as he told her he wasn't her damn fiancé. He left before she could say anything, left her clutching her hand where a ring sat.

Except she'd been right. He just hadn't remembered.

He's gonna be fucking sick.

A memory hits him vivid and hard like a gunshot wound. A bullet would feel better than this.

They're dancing in a kitchen somewhere -- their kitchen. They'd moved in together. Fuck, they'd moved in together. Somewhere on the outskirts of Amity Park, Danny's city in an apartment that wasn't too big or too small.

Music is playing from Danny's phone on the counter, Jason's tongue forms the words 'Across the Stars' before he can even recall the melody. It was Danny's favorite, he can't blame her, it's a beautifully sad song.

It's early morning; they're still in their pjs. Sunrise is spilling through the windows, putting the room in a wonderfully lazy glow. It's straight out of a romcom, it leaves him with the dredges of something ridiculously fond. Jason can't remember why they started dancing, but he can't take his eyes off her. She had some sort of health problem, he can't remember what, but he bets it will come to him.

The memory of Danny looks at him like he's the most beautiful thing in the world, a smile on her face like it's the easiest thing to put there. She looks at him like she's madly in love. She is; they are. Jason's remembering it now, and it's hurting him.

It fades away with the music.

But Jason's mind isn't done torturing him; the floodgates have been opened. Another memory quickly takes its place.

Jason's gonna be sick. There is a churning in his stomach.

Movie night. They're watching something on the small tv Danny's got in her living room. The two of them stuck under a blanket, Jason's head on Danny's chest, listening to her impossibly slow heartbeat as her fingers weave patterns through his hair.

They've done this plenty of times. A bowl of popcorn sitting on the floor by their feet, which are tangled up in each other, and movies of their choice playing on the screen.

Jason's got a hand under her shirt, idly tracing the raised Y-scar carved into her chest. Years old, she told him, given to her by her parents when they suspected her of being a ghost and wanted to cut her open.

("I can kill them for you." Jason told her, immediately, without thinking. He remembers being confused about why that threat came to him so easily, and why he knew on instinct that he could do it without blinking. Jason frightens himself a little by how willing he is to spill blood.)

(But Danny doesn't seem to mind. She laughs, something sad in her pretty blue-green eyes, "You'll have to get in line with my brothers and friends. They want to, too.")

(He blinks at her, he presses a kiss to her sternum, right where the valley of the 'y' met the stem. He feels a little less frightened. "Gladly.")

The memory itself isn't special, but it unlocks the rest of every movie night they've ever had. Sometimes the night ends with them falling asleep. Sometimes the night ends with lips and teeth; Danny's got fangs, and she's used them more than once.

He's fucked up. He's fucked up so bad.

Jason's seriously going to be ill.

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(He doesn't know what the memory is about. He just knows that Danny is laughing and sitting on his hips, the two of them in the grass at some park as she kisses his face like she's trying to leave freckles in her wake.)

("My darling." She croons, holding his jaw in her callused hands. Her hair curtains over them both. "My sun, my earth. My heart beating. My beautiful, handsome, Jason Todd.")

(She's being poetic, and Jason's face is burning in a blush that threatens to swallow him whole. He's grinning like a fool, his hands caught around her waist like fishhooks. "Aren't you supposed to say 'my moon', not 'my earth?'" He asks because if he listens to her any longer he'll combust.)

(Danny kisses him quick and leaves him wanting; leaves him chasing. She's smiling at him and his eyes lock onto her fangs. She could rip out his throat in one fell swoop, and he'd let her. "Maybe, but you're the earth because I'm the moon. I am inexplicably drawn to you, my love.")

(Jason becomes so quickly heart-full that, really, the only response he can give is to flip them around so he can kiss her into the dirt. And he's never really listened to Hozier, but he's starting to understand the man when he says; 'I could never define all that you are to me'.)

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("Oh, I've died once." Danny tells him in one hazy evening, sitting on the counter with whiskey in her hands. They've both had a little too much to drink, but Jason remembers this moment vivdly.)

(He turns to stare at her in horror. She smiles at him, dark and bittersweet. "I got back up.")

(He can't imagine dying, but it feels familiar to him. He closes the distance of the kitchen between them, brows furrowed. He puts his glass down, and cages her legs between his arms. "When? How?")

("I was fourteen. My parents lab; in their pursuit of science, they never really noticed if their children got caught in the collateral. It hurt." She says, and points to a scar he's always wondered about: an ugly mottled one, big, that goes through her stomach as if she'd been stabbed. Or impaled. Starburst burn scars litter her side, her legs, her palm. He's always wondered about them, but never asked.)

(Jason traces the scar on her stomach in mute horror, Danny's breath close to his ear. He listens to it like a dying man drinks water. "I don't remember being dead." She mumbles, taking a sip of her drink. "I just remember waking up.")

("They got you killed." He's never hated anyone more.)

(Danny remains silent, and when Jason looks up, her eyes are hollow like a corpse. "No," she murmurs, "it was my fault.")

(She doesn't bring it up in the morning, when they're both nursing hangovers. Jason admits, he's too afraid to bring it up.)

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(He proposes to her at the top of one of Amity Park's hills, beneath a sky full of stars and no moon to be seen. There's no cloud in the night sky, and the air is warm.)

(She says yes.)

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(They're dancing again, they like doing this. They do it often. Jason cooks; they dance; Danny tells him about anything and everything, and he soaks it up like a sponge.)

(They're talking about Star Wars this time, and Jason has never been more in love. Granted, he doesn't remember being in love before meeting Danny. He hopes there wasn't anyone he loved before this; he doesn't think he can love them anymore.)

("Broken Heart Syndrome is a very real thing!" Danny rants. They're listening to Across the Stars again, and he stops to lean them both against the counter. "And while it's rare to die from it, it can still happen! Especially if you have a weak heart, like mine.")

(Jason huffs, but finds it hard to argue. He's listened to her heartbeat. It beats worryingly slow, and if he cranes his ears and listens hard, he can hear the whooshing sound it makes.)

(She's assured him before that it's harmless, but he's not always convinced. He worries.)

("Well," he scoffs, placing his hands on her hips and rubbing circles into her skin with his thumbs. "It's a good thing I don't plan on breaking your heart anytime soon.")

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More memories fill up his head, like a room being flooded with water. Some of them mundane, some of them sweet, some of them steamed. But one thing stays certain; he deeply, gravely loves this woman.

And he fucked it up.

The memories all come at him at once, and a deep, pained groan rolls over him like a wave. Dick looks at him as he hunches over, he can feel eyes burning into him.

"I'm gonna be sick." He says aloud, yanking off his helmet as a choking heat of dread hits him like a hot flash. Damian takes a wary step away from him. "Oh, I'm gonna fucking vomit."

The little brat snarls at him; "Don't you dare." and takes an even further step back from him. Tim gets out his phone, and Jason has half a mind to try and kill him again. "There's a trashcan over there if you're going to."

"Please do." Tim says gleefully.

"I had a fiancé." Jason says, and it's really not something he wants to admit out loud to his.. uh, family. But it's more for himself; to confirm this dreadful, beautiful truth than to let them know. "Oh, I've screwed up."

He's got to find Danny, he needs to apologize. He needs to explain himself. He needs to find her yesterday.

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He finds her, he does. But he finds her buried six feet under, two weeks too late, with flowers growing at the foot of her grave. Jason feels like Orpheus standing at the foot of Eurydice's grave.

DP x DC prompt - Who gets amnesia twice?!

Danny and Amnesiac!Jason

Jason has an accident as Red Hood which causes which to suffer from amnesia - he ends up with Danny and the two build a life together

One day, Jason leaves for something and tells Danny that “he’ll be back soon.”

Coincidentally Jason regains his memories from before Danny (maybe he meets his family or a rogue or gets into another accident) - but regaining his old memories causes him to forget Danny due to the confusion

Jason resumes his life prior to Danny - and poor Danny is worried about his bf/fiance/husband and goes to look for him - maybe when he finds Jason, Jason doesn’t recognize him and acts coldly/suspicious towards him

So Danny decides to go live in the GZ semi-permanently for a while and fakes his current living identity’s death

Jason starts remembering Danny and goes to find his lover only to come across a grave