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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 3 years

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Hot Showers

This gets a little more risqué (nudity mentioned but that's it really) toward the end of the fic than I typically (or ever tbh) have written (from my point of view) so you've been warned. Probably "teen plus" as a result. (I'm not great at warnings/tags so sorry).

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Marinette giggled as she and Roy tinkered with the shower head and box. Their plan was fool proof, no flaws what's so ever. Jason would run out the scalding hot shower straight into Roy’s safe arms and they’d fall in love, then kiss and live happily ever after. That’s how it goes right?

As much as it pained her, to yet again fall for someone who wasn't interested in her, she wouldn't let herself get in the way of his happiness. Roy was her best friend. He deserved happiness. Even if his happiness was with Jason and not her. She got why he loved Jay. Jay was perfect for Roy with his leather, ruggedness, and wicked dark humour. Roy would always be her best buddy with Jay a close second.

It was inevitable that she’d fall for Roy. How could she not fall for the goofball of a roommate. He was charming, caring, chaotic and smart. His humour matched hers as well as he also adored Jagged. He dealt with the admin mistake amazingly as she ended up being placed in the male dorms. She doesn't really regret using Marin instead of Nettie on the forms to shrink her name to fit as she'd never have met the crazy man next to her.

Ok, that might be a slight stretch of the truth given they both had taken the same university course. But she'd never have guaranteed that they'd have worked together.

Also, his looks were nothing to be scoffed at… she's never forgotten bumping (literally) into his toned chest, damp hair and piercing green eyes as he walked out of the bathroom in first year.

She really was a sucker for green eyed Adonises who put her as 'just a good friend'.

"Wha'd'ja think? The mechanism seems ok? It's a little sticky though."

Roy's voice broke through Marinette's musings, giggles and reminiscing of topless moments, knowing he will never be hers. Stealing Roy's hat Marinette to place it on her own head to keep her overgrown fringe out her eyes (she really needed to cut it) she stuck her tongue out to focus on the mechanism Roy referred to.

"Can you grab me a nail file and tweezers Roy? I have an idea on getting it to move smoothly."

Handing Marinette the tools requested, Roy wrapped himself around his roommate, resting his head over her shoulder to watch her tinker with the contraption.

Marinette groaned inside her mind. It was times like this that made it so much harder adoring Roy and not acting on it with his sweet oblivious behaviour.

"It'll work right? This plan is fool proof, right?"

"Yeah yeah, the contraption is perfect. Look, I got it to work without sticking now."

"Nets!! That's not what I meant." Roy hugged her closer, "Course the fucking thing will work. It has us working on it. This stuff is a breeze. I meant, like, Jay will come running into my arms and I can declare my feelings."

"Roy… I love you…" Marinette grimaced internally stating that. Roy will never take her seriously or the true depth it meant with how often she said it, but at least she got to say how she felt even if it was never returned. "I'm $h1t at knowing whether it will work. My dating history and setting up is appalling. I never told the guy in lycée that I liked him. The girls set up loads of ridiculous situations for me to fail at. The only major success I had was setting Al's up with Nino by trapping them in a cage. This fits in with the crazy plans perfectly and it's you. You're not a coward plus how could Jay hate you?"

"Love ya too Nets. Thanks for the prep talk. I can do this. Jay will love it… afterwards."

"As this part is finished, do you want to assemble it together?"

"Yeah yeah, I get ya hint. Get the giant to put the shower together. I got this you little Pixie."

Marinette flipped him off as he let go of her allowing her to stand up and move away from him.

"I'm going to the gym. That way at least I can have a shower without issues. When's Jay over? I can grab take out on the way home."

"In an hour, I think. Have I told you I love ya Nets? Pizza and beer night!!"

"Not enough Roy, not enough… and for that I'm grabbing Chinese"

She stuck her tongue out at Roy and dashed into her room to grab her gym kit.

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As Jason lounged on the sofa, Roy attempted to watch the trash film he selected nursing the beer he was drinking. There was a reason he let Marinette chose films. She seemed to have an endless knowledge of them and about the directors. Though she said she was just reciting information she’s heard over the years from an obsessed friend and would be in the same boat as him otherwise.

Roy was struggling to keep his cool without Marinette around. He was so close to Jason, he could smell Jason's aftershave and something distractedly Jason. It was sending his mind into over drive. The plan was all set up ready and he just needed to wait. He didn’t like the waiting and now his nerves were all over the place like his mind with how Jason kept looking over at him.

“So what madness were you and Nets working on today?"

Jason’s deep voice caused Roy to jump and his attention to scatter.

"What?! No madness. We've had a quiet day. Nothing dangerous at all."

"Bullshit Roy. Nets tools are still in the living room. They'd be in her room if she wasn't working on something and *you* would have joined in. You're practically joined at the hip."

‘$h1t!’ ran through Roy’s head at Jason’s observation, very little escaped the 'not a bat' attention. "Errr….", Roy eloquently replied. He could hear Marinette’s scolding in the back of his head at his lack of words and distraction technique.

Jason threw a pillow at him, which Roy manages to catch. He resisted the urge to bury his face in the pillow, to look at Jason. Roy felt his ears start to heat up under Jason’s all knowing stare.

"Harper, you're a $h1t liar. I really haven't a clue how Nets hasn't figured you out yet."

Before Jason could continue grilling Roy about his latest project, a loud thumping of what sounded like someone kicking the door.

“Foood!! Nets is home!!” Roy cried jumping over the sofa to let his saviour in, ignoring Jason shaking his head at his behaviour. He finally got what she meant with the nerves she felt before each of her friends' crazy plans. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t tell his friend about how he fantasised about his thighs. His arms. How he loved and hated the showers at JL post mission. How when they sparred, that one shifted move and it could turn into something... something more.

Roy dragged Nets into the building and manoeuvred her to the kitchen neglecting to help by taking some the tower of food out her hand focusing complete to the panic ringing in his head. “Help me... he’s so fucking cute today.” Roy whispers into her ear.

His roommate and best Wing Girl looked at him with a sigh. “Chill Roy, just chill! The more you work yourself up the worse it’ll be. Forget the future. Focus on food so we can put phase one into action yeah!?”

Roy smiled. He could do this. This was why he adored his Pixie companion. She really was perfect friend. He dragged her into a hug with relief that she was here rushing through him, chuckling at her antics to escape his grasp.

“Grab the plates and make yourself useful instead of smothering me Roy. Jay! You gonna help too?!”

As the three navigated the small kitchen dishing up food. Every time Jason’s hand brushed his, Roy felt his heart flutter. Heat rushed through his body. His nerves were fried by the time they all were seated, from Jason’s heated touch and the desire for more contrasted with Marinette’s soothing balm calming his soul.

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Jason tried to focus on the food in front of him, but fu©k, it was hard especially with having a few drinks with Roy before Marinette turned up. He might have been harbouring a minor, not so big, little (HUGE) crush on Roy’s roommate and keeping it in check was hard, especially with alcohol. She was hot! Especially with the loose crop top and joggers she was wearing from her post workout. The hint of her abs and wet hair dampening the white top gave him all the wrong ideas. Her morbid humour match is his dark one and her love for rock music sold it for him. Roy was a strong man to be able to resist her, that is if he was resisting… with how Roy draped and snuggled close to her it was hard to tell.

Jason’s issue was he wasn’t sure if Roy was overprotective and physical close of Nets due to seeing her as a little sister or there was something more was under lying. He’d seen the pair try to hide their blushes. Their cosiness and whispered conversations. The fact Roy was often tactile with him made it harder to work out as maybe that was just Roy with his best friend's. With his attempts to find out Roy’s affections, it felt like getting a straight answer from B was easier. Roy always responded with lots vague responses and misdirection.

It was driving him insane, Jason desperately wanted to know where Roy stood so he knew whether it was green to maybe… possibly… make a move on Nets… without violence form Roy.

Lost in his own musings as Nets and Roy chatted animatedly about a potential 'illegal' modification to their bikes Jason didn't notice the downpour of beer which flew his way.

"WHAT THE FU¢K NETS?!?!!"

Jason jumped out of his seat as beer drained down his top onto his jeans. Roy rushed to pat him dry with napkins he'd grabbed, red faced to match his hair as he pat down the beer from Jason's head. Nets looked at him with her soulful doe eyes that peered out partially hidden by her lashes and overgrown fringe.

"$h1t!! Mon dieu!! I'm *so so* sorry Jay!"

With a pout and sorryful expression she looked up at him, melting his anger with her innocent look.

"It was an accident. I really didn't mean for that to happen. Are you ok? Did ya want a shower?? I'm *sure* Roy has some spare clothes he can loan you?"

She spoke with such a saccharine voice that shivers went down Jason's spine and whatever anger that remained disappeared.

"Errr, Yeah! Look, I'll, I'll go grab some spare clothes and towel for ya Jay."

Roy gulped as he exited the room to get the items leaving Jason suddenly feeling flustered, standing in wet clothes that clang to his body, with only Marinette left in the room.

"I'll just, I'll go be in the bathroom if Roy asks."

Marinette sent him a beguiling smile as he wanders out the room.

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Screams echo the apartment as Jason dashes out the bathroom flames licking behind him as he runs towards Roy who had grabbed a fire extinguisher and covers him in the water before panicking as saw the shower curtain was still alight.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhh!!! Nets! NETS!!! THE BATHROOM IS ON FIRE!!"

Marinette quickly comes into the hallway to find Jason naked, Roy hopping foot to foot holding the fire extinguisher and not doing anything. Grabbing the item off the flapping man and ignoring the nakedness of the other, Marinette tackled the flames and quickly put them out. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as she thought and easy to get under control. Before turning to Roy and Jason raising her eyebrow at the pair while chucking a towel at Jason.

"You b@$t@rd!! What in hell?! what you thinking Roy?!?! What was that?!"

"I'd call it a hot shower … "

Marinette gave Roy a pointed look at that comment.

"A hot shower Roy?! Where was the shower bit!"

"I might have forgotten to reattach the water element…"

"Might?!?! Might?!?!"

Jason felt the green fire in him growing as he stepped closer and closer to Roy. His friend was a madman. He was bonkers. He was going to kill him. Whether the him being Roy or himself he wasn't sure.

Roy suddenly grabbed Jason's shoulders, dragging him closer and kissed him. Roy poured all his affections into a heated kiss, hoping Jason would understand what he was trying to say. Jason paused in shock. That… that wasn't what he was expecting. His eyes blew wide as he processed what was happening. He saw Marinette give a bittersweet smile at the pair before she turned and left them to it as she re-entered the living room. His attention snapped back to Roy as he quickly let go to step back.

"Ummm, I like you… a lot… this was an attempt to ummm well… kick start telling you maybe…"

Roy's face was flushed vibrant red. Partly due to finally kissing his crush, partly from admitting his feelings and a lot due to remembering Jason before the kiss was angry and likely to kill him for the flamethrower shower and that he had kissed him unasked plus on top of that Jason was still in the hallway in only a towel.

"You like me?!?! Me?!?! What about Nets?!?! I thought you liked her … how can you not like her. She's a walking goddess?"

"Yeah I like you, like really like you…why wouldn't I? and Nets well, I love her too, but you're you Jay. I've liked you since forever."

Jason stared at his friend semi gormlessly, blinking slowly, as he tried to understand what was happening. His friend. His best friend. Who had just tried to kill him via fire. Had just said he liked him. Liked him more than a best friend. Roy had just kissed him. Given it was mostly one side, it still managed to be a decent kiss. Roy said he loved Nets, but from what he said it implied he loved him, HIM, more.

Did he like Roy like that? Jason knew he liked Nets but Roy was something he never considered...

"I err.. $h1t I fu¢ked this up. Forget it. I made this awkward. We can stay mates Jay….this never happened 'i can't believe I let Nets talk me into this'"

Jason grabbed Roy face in both hands and kissed him back heatedly, surprising Roy causing an ‘eeeps’ to escape his mouth. Especially as Jason now had his towel in his hand at Roy's face, not around his waist and his tongue requested to entry to his mouth. A second later Roy melted into Jason’s grasp, memorising the feeling he’d longed for. Moments later came too soon for Roy’s liking, as they slowly broke away to breathe again, Jason stared deeply into Roy’s eyes.

"Do you like like Nets? Be honest with me Roy!"

"I guess…"

"Not guess. Yes or no?"

"Yea…"

"Awesome. Ditto. I never considered you in the equation before. Always Nets but maybe… maybe do you think… did you want…?"

It was Roy's turn to look at Jason like he was the madman. Maybe he was mad, he was standing in his hallway, after almost being burnt, naked. He contemplated what Jason was trying to say and his eyes glimmered in understanding finally. God damn bats being as clear as mud with their emotions.

"Yeah," Roy whispered out, "yeah that sounds good. Shall we go ask her?"

Grabbing Jason's hand, the pair walked back into the living space to find Marinette tidying the mess they had made earlier. She looked up and squawked at the sight of Jason still wearing nothing as she threw a cushion at him.

"Clothes, Jason, clothes!!! Oh kwami's help me!"

Her face was brilliant red as she gazed up at the ceiling to avoid looking at the muscular men before her.

"Cack! One mo, Roy!"

Jason ran out of the room to put something on… anything… other than the towel which was lying on the floor in the hallway.

"So it went well then Roy?"

"Yeah Nets it went good."

"I'm so happy for you. I knew he couldn't resist you. So proud you did it. However unconventionally."

"About that…"

Marinette paused and finally looked at Roy standing awkward in their home. She tilted her head in confusion as to what Roy was worried about as he nervously fiddles with his cap. She walked up to him and brought him to the sofa to sit down.

"Talk to me Roy. What's wrong? I'd thought you'd be happy. This is what you wanted right? I didn't push you into something you weren't ready for, did I? Oh god I did, didn't I! I'm so sorry Roy. I'll take the blame. Don't worry we can fix this."

"What no!!! That's not it Nets. Promise."

Jason finally rejoined them, wearing a pair of Roy's shorts and a t-shirt that was a size too tight. Which left nothing to the imagination causing a flustered look dance across Roy's face.

"Nets," Jason sat beside her, and not Roy, adding to her confusion. "Can you answer this honestly this question? Please..." Marinette slowly nodded hesitantly, shifting to look at Jason, unsure what was happening with her friends. Jason gently took her hand and asked, "Do you like like Roy?"

The new blush that rushed to her face answered the question really, but Jason waited for the woman to regain her senses and answer him. Ducking behind her hair Marinette nodded at Jason. Roy hand darted up, before his mind had caught up, too tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

"Oh Nets… I'm an idiot. A major idiot."

Roy pulled her close to rest his forehead against hers, leaving Jason stroking the back of her hand.

"Nets, I adore you too." He kissed the tip of her nose, "Can you answer my question now. Do you feel the same way about Jay?"

"Wha…" she pulled away from Roy to look at the men before her, glancing between them like they were insane.

"I like you, Nets. God's know I like you, since I met you and your sadistic humour at Roy's misfortune. But I think l like Roy too. Roy well, the dense tool says he likes me, but I've seen the looks he's given you too. I'm pretty sure the feelings were mutual, just he never entertained it."

"Thanks Jay!" Roy grumbled before grabbing Marinette's other hand and kissed her fingers. "Did you wanna try with us?"

Roy looked at her earnestly. Hoping. Wishing she said yes. Her large, pretty eyes gazed into his, then to Jays. Slowly she licked her lips before opening her mouth.

"Just so I'm clear. You both want to date each other. But you also want to date me??"

Roy beamed at her, "Yes!" He leant forward and gently kissed her lips, savouring the taste compared to his heated, frantic outpouring with Jason.

"Dude! She didn't say yes. She just clarified what you were saying!" Jason exclaimed facepalming at his ?boyfriends? enthusiasm.

Roy quickly pulled back, "Oh, ooops!", only to witness Marinette looking up at Jason with wide eyes as if asking a silent question from him to nod in response. Carefully, as if uncertain of what will happen, Marinette kisses Jason slowly, easing into it before retreating. Shyly, as if she hadn't just kissed the pair, she smiles coyly at them.

"This wasn't the outcome I was expecting from this evening, but, I'd quite like to give it a go."

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 4 years

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Birthday prompt #6

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[Sinon, j'adore l'amitié juste excellent entre Rios et Raffi, si tu veux une variation (Cris qui se sacrifie pour protéger Raffi) -> Cris getting hurt protecting Raffi]

Some time after leaving Coppelius to gallivant around the cosmos with their motley crew, Raffi collapsed in the ops seat next to Seven and Cris and loudly announced that they had to go out for drinks, and not replicated ones. They had to find a suitably shady Space Station, go out, find a bar, and get absolutely smashed.

“We’re tired, we have time on our hands, and your replicators can’t get Romulan ale right for some reason,” she told Cris as an explanation.

(It was true, he’d messed that up the one time he had drunkenly tried to disable the Hospitality Hologram’s ability to talk.)

The dark circles under her eyes alone would have convinced him anyway. The last week had been tiring. They had spent it avoiding uncharted asteroid belts that really had no business being so large (seriously, what the hell), fixing navigation issues that Enoch swore had nothing to do with the corrupted 23rd century holos he’d helped Soji illegally download for Elnor, and chasing around the four neutered tribble-rabbit hybrids the kids had smuggled aboard.

“Why just the three of us?” Seven asked with a raised eyebrow, legs propped up on the console and disinclined to move, even for drinks.

Raffi snorted.

“Well I wasn’t going to invite JL, obviously.”

That got Seven and Cris to roll their eyes in concert. Yeah, obviously. Admiral Jean-Luc Picard, retired, was too posh and too old to have any concept of fun – or, more specifically, to be able to understand the appeal of marinating your liver in real alcohol and crawl your way back to your quarters to pass out for a day straight.

“But what about Agnes and the kids?” Cris inquired, gracelessly sprawled on the Captain’s seat with a cigar in one hand and a book in another, feeling just as lazy as Seven.

“I asked, she offered to babysit,” Raffi replied. “I don’t want to be responsible for Elnor and Soji’s first hangover.”

“Not to mention that we’d have to keep an eye out for them,” Seven agreed with a nod. “Fair enough. Let’s go to DS 11.”

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Whoever had deemed synthehol an adequate substitute to good old ethanol was a complete fool with appalling taste. That was Raffi’s professional opinion, and she told Cris and Seven just that as she finished her third glass of that vibrant blue liquor that made green sparks when you shook it.

(What was it again? A Bajoran jungle beer?)

Cris snorted in his own glass, full of plain Earth liquor. Seven smirked as she gulped her cocktail down, an unholy mix that was part Klingon mead, part Romulan ale and part cranberry juice. The stuff of nightmares, honestly.

“I get drunk faster on synthehol,” Seven commented idly. “Don’t produce enough of the enzyme that breaks it down into smaller molecules. Hate the taste, though.”

“Yeah, because taste is clearly of capital importance to you,” Cris snorted again. “What’s in your glass right now? That’s toxic waste, that’s not a beverage.”

“Pssht,” she slurred. “First time I got drunk, it was after one flute of champagne. Forgive me for having learned to handle my drink.”

Raffi hazily smiled at her and got herself another drink, letting her head fall on Cris’ shoulder as she leaned against him for balance. She didn’t think she could sit up straight on her own anymore. Seven studied her intently, blinking in surprise when Cris showed no sign of discomfort and even shifted his posture so she’d be more comfortable. Noticing Seven’s stare, he gave her a wry look but made no complaint about his demotion to human pillow.

Seven was getting a bit intoxicated, so she watched them for a few more seconds and returned to her drink.

“You guys are cute,” she chuckled.

“Hmm,” Raffi mumbled in turn. “Cris is very sweet. Very very sweet. He’s the best.”

Rios was silently laughing, still nursing his aguardiente. “She gets sentimental,” he mouthed without making any actual sound, a smile in his normally dark eyes. Seven smiled too, because she was getting quite intoxicated. And also, they were very cute.

“Hey, how’d you two meet?”

The question had been on her mind for a while now, but aboard la Sirena, you didn’t ask about anyone’s past. They volunteered finite amounts of information, and you had to be content with that. But Cristóbal and Raffi had always felt like kindred spirits, despite knowing them for such a short time, far more than any of the others. Picard was an xB like her, sure, and he was also a damn idealist with a Messiah complex who understood very little about her. Soji had trouble with her humanity, yes, but she was also a kid and a synth, and she had siblings, and she was ultimately nothing like Seven. Agnes was tiny and mousy and probably no good in a fistfight, with just enough teeth to not get eaten, and eyes full of stars and a bleeding heart that hadn’t learned to put on a shell. Elnor was young and innocent and very dangerous, reminding her of the ‘Annika of old,’ someone long dead and buried.

But Raffi and Rios…

They were older, they were more jaded, they were disillusioned with a fleet, a Federation and a galaxy that had completely screwed them over – and they coped with it by helping, by drinking like idiots and smoking nasty stuff, and helping some more. They were both broken and aware of it, not like the shiny kids, and they never offered empty words of comfort or grand and hollow speeches about hope and love.

(And they were badass.)

(Like her.)

(Seven was getting very intoxicated.)

So she watched Raffi drunkenly lean on Rios and she asked, because while their friendship seemed self-evident, she wanted to know how they’d found each other. How it was that they each made the other a better person instead of dragging each other down. It tugged at her own soul, brought about some memories of Icheb, and Voyager, and of the Rangers before Bjayzl.

It made her smile.

Rios and Raffi exchanged puzzled glances. They were both too drunk to delve into her reasons for asking the question, and Raffi just pursed her lips, assuming that it came from finding their interactions cute.

“Don’t think I remember,” she told Seven blearily, still nestled against Cris. “It was a while ago. S- six? Seven? Six or seven years?”

“Eight,” Cris corrected. “I don’t really remember either. We must have met in a bar.”

Seven frowned, dimly disappointed. The feeling was too fuzzy to dwell on, but she still sniffed sadly.

“You don’t remember?” She asked mournfully. “I’d remember meeting my best friend.”

“We don’t,” Cris said, carefully shrugging the one shoulder that wasn’t supporting half of Raffi’s weight. “She hired me for a job or two, I think. Then we were mostly drinking buddies. It wasn’t spectacular or anything.”

“But something must have happened,” Seven pressed.

People didn’t just casually adopt each other. (Didn’t they? She wasn’t sure. She’d kind of casually adopted them, when she thought about it. Were giant galactic conspiracies, reclaimed broken Borg cubes and synthetic apocalypses casual? Seven was completely intoxicated.)

“Oh yeah,” Raffi mumbled. “Saved my life one time.”

“We were already friends though,” Cris elaborated, adding to Seven’s ever growing list of questions. “Got upgraded to honey and babe after that.”

“An’ you called me hermana,” Raffi sighed contently.

Seven looked back and forth between them.

“Okay, you have to tell me that story.”

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“Raf,” Cris complained as she ordered her eighth drink of the night, “slow down on the drinks. You said you wouldn’t need to spend the night on my ship.”

“Piss off,” Raffi grumbled. “Don’t need your stupid ship. Don’t need your stupid hovering.”

Cris, because he was wise, never argued with Raffi. He didn’t try this time either. Muttering Spanish profanities under his breath, he got up and paced a bit, before throwing a credit chip at the bartender.

“If she spends it all, the rest is on her,” he told the Andorian.

The guy gave a noncommittal grunt, and Cris made his way to the exit. He was two steps from the door when he head a crash, the sound of a glass being smashed to the ground. He whirled around out of instinct, his hand going for his phaser. His eyes widened as he realized where the sound had come from.

Raffi was staring down at a Nausicaan twice her size (how?), the guy who’d been sprawled on of one of the corner sofas with his buddies up until a few moments ago. She was snapping at him – about what, Cris didn’t know, didn’t care – and the man looked ready to turn her into Raffi juice.

Cris ran to them without a second’s hesitation, heart seizing painfully as frozen sludge trudged through his veins instead of blood. There were ice spikes in his throat too.

“Hey,” he yelled, getting the Nausicaan’s attention, but not Raf’s, “hey! What’s going on here?”

“Get lost,” the man growled.

“No no no,” Cris refused, words tumbling out without him even knowing whether he was speaking Standard or Spanish. “Not doing that.”

“She you friend?” The Nausicaan asked as two of his own buddies slowly got up and walked to them, ready for a fight.

Raffi finally registered that Cris had come back and blinked in surprise.

“Yeah,” Cris gritted out, looking straight into the man’s eyes. “Yeah, she’s my friend. What’s the problem?”

“She needs to learn some manners.”

“Old news,” Cris muttered under his breath, but his gaze hardened and his hand went for his phaser again. “It’s fine, we’re leaving.”

“No, you’re not,” the second Nausicaan snorted, and the third one crossed his arms and smiled with that messed-up mouth of his.

“Your friend here should apologize to ours,” he leered. “And considering how rude she was, it’d better be a nice apology.”

“I’m not kissing his freak face,” Raffi spluttered. “I already told him!”

Cris would have facepalmed, except there really wasn’t time. Grabbing Raffi by the arm, he threw her behind him and pointed his phaser at the first Nausicaan.

“It’s not on stun,” he warned.

The man snorted derisively.

“I don’t much care,” he said, tapping a finger to his thick skin and metal plated clothing. And then he cracked his knuckles. “If you want to leave, you’ll have to make me allow it.”

Cris considered the mountain of muscles, the two goons behind it and the drunk Raffi behind him.

“Yeah, fuck that,” he muttered.

Whipping around, he snatched Raffi, threw her bony frame on his shoulder despite her vehement protests, and dashed for the exit. The Nausicaans were slower to react, but Cris’ superior speed wasn’t much of an advantage in a crowded bar where nobody cared enough to pay attention to the fight or help in any way. They had almost caught up with his by the time he reached the entrance.

So naturally, Cris did the only reasonable thing he could think of. He tossed Raffi out of the bar – the bar that was shielded against transporters for security reasons, like most of the buildings in the planet’s capital city – and barked an order into his communicator for Ian. The holo had been online dealing with an issue in the antimatter ignition chamber. As luck would have it, he hadn’t powered off yet, and Cris was gratified to see Raffi dissolve away.

And then he was pulled back and forced to turned around, and he was met with three very angry Nausicaans and the naked blades of their sword-sized daggers.

“Mierda,” Cris sighed.

“Shouldn’t have done that,” one of the men growled, and Cris had no idea if he was the first, the second or the third Nausicaan, because they all looked so damn alike. “You’re toast.”

Two of them had his arm in a duranium grip, making any escape attempt impossible.

“I told you, she’s my friend,” he said with defiant glare. “Go ahead.”

He didn’t care. They could drag it out, make it painful, make it frightening, but at the end of the day death was just the one comfort he’d been desperately awaiting for over a year now. He wouldn’t dream anymore if they pummeled him to death, and that was quite a reward for saving the life of his only friend.

(Maybe she’s miss him though. He didn’t think so. He hoped not. Raffi was too messed up on her own to add him to it.)

(Would she care? Please, let her not care.)

(He’d cared.)

(He’d cared that he had P— that he had somebody’s death on his head.)

(Please let Raffi not care.)

(She would care.)

Mierda, I can’t die.

The first kick slammed the air out of his lungs, snapping two of his ribs like twigs under a standard issue boot. It felt like he’d blacked out, but he couldn’t have – he hadn’t seen any bloody bulkheads.

The second kick caught him in the stomach and made him retch.

The third kick never came, because the transporter beam got him first. It took just long enough spiriting him away for one of the Nausicaan to throw one of his daggers though, leaving a bloody slash across Cris’ shoulder.

Cris materialized on la Sirena’s transporter pad, hurt and very confused, and was greeted by Raffi’s panicked face.

“Cris!” She yelped, falling to her knees next to him. “Are you alright?”

He groaned and tried to sit up, but his ribs wouldn’t allow so much moving around.

“Activate EMH,” he sighed.

It really fucking hurt.

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“You didn’t say when you called her hermana,” Seven pointed out as Cris finished his slightly slurred tale. “Or when she called you honey.”

Raffi was half-asleep by that point, but she still somehow managed to retain enough coherence to mumble an answer. Cris heard it, and smiled at Seven.

“It was after. She was so upset over the whole thing that we both slept in her quarters. She got very fussy. Didn’t ever stop fussing after that.”

“And you called her hermana,” Seven insisted, because it was the best part.

“I was too tired to remember other words,” Cris said, sounding amused. “I think I was trying to say friend, or something like that. Y’know, to explain why I’d done it. But my Standard was all messed up.”

“You ever found out if she was the one who started the fight or if it was the horny Nausicaan?” Seven asked.

“Never,” he replied, finishing his last drink. “She couldn’t remember. I did bump into the same guy once after that. Used three phasers to stun his ass into a nice nap and dumped him at the local authorities’ doorstep for weapon trafficking.”

Seven smirked and raised her glass to that, the smirk turning into a fond look when Cris turned around to gather Raffi in his arms and gently lift her up her seat. As he carried her like that, Raffi’s head resting against his chest trustingly, Seven noticed how alike they looked.

“Space siblings,” she giggled.

(Seven was smashed.)

#my writing #birthday prompts #save tag #star trek: picard #star trek picard #cristobal rios #cris rios #raffi musiker #seven of nine

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gusu23 · 4 years

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Fanfic: The Gusu Lan Rift Healing Show

Part 2

Link to part 1

Summary: What if Jiang Cheng and co, appeared in a reality TV like show where they had to talk through their feelings, but it wasn’t set in a Modern AU, but instead set in the actual story timeline? What if Jingyi and Sizhui hosted the show? And thus a Crackfic was born.

Sizhui: Thank you to all our guests.

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes, Jin Ling sat nonchalantly at on his chair, his sword across his lap, his fingers running over the jeweled scabbard.

Hanguang Jun sat very still, putting on his resting buddha face.

JY: Now that our guests are all here, let us make a start. We want to get everything to clear the air. So Sect Leader Jiang, tell us, why do you feel such a deep hatred towards the Yiling Patriarch.

SZ: Jingyi!

JY: Well we still have to ask!

SZ: Please ease into it more gently.

JC: Hng! You all know very well.

Jiang Cheng crossed his arms.

SZ: Dear sect leader Jiang, the Rift Healing show works best when the guest talks through the issues

JL: What’s there to talk about? The #@””%Q bastard killed my mother and my father

JC: Jinling, language!

JL: That’s what you told me!

The audience started murmuring again. The young cultivator had also heard the story, what a poor orphan, both parents killed before he was even one years old. He shook his head in sympathy.

SZ: Dear sect leader Jiang, it might be best if you start from the beginning, you and the Yiling Patriarch grew up together right?

JC: ….

JY: Sect Leader Jiang.. The sect leaders tells us that you ha-

JC: Fine. just ugh. My mouth feels foul just mentioning it, but yes we did. Goddammit, I’m gonna need some wine for this.

Jiang Cheng snapped his fingers. The same servant appears, and brought to his side a large jar of Emperor’s Smile. He stabbed through the paper covering over jar lid, and was about to pour it into the small cup before thinking better of it and just chugging it down. He drank, he gulped, he slammed the jar back down on the table.

JC: Yes we grew up together, the bastard was picked up by my father and brought into our family at a young age.

The audience collectively leaned forward. Everyone knew the story, but to hear it from the horse’s mouth was another thing entirely!

TWO HOURS LATER

JC: I grabbed him by the shoulder’s the blood of my sister still wet on my hands, why.. I asked him why, we were meant to be the two Pride of Yunmeng together.

Jiang Cheng broke out into loud ugly sobs, he pulled the jar to his lips and poured, but jar was already empty.

JC: Why? Why did you-

Jiang Cheng broke off- cried and hiccuped. Jinling on his side was also sobbing loudly, trails of snot on his reddened face

The young cultivator dabbed at his eyes, what a cruel world, what a cruel tale for the decades, nay centuries to come. To lose your friend to such darkness. All around him, he heard sighs of lament and muffled sobbing, the crowd caught up in the mood. It was like they had all been there, standing in the Nightless City Plaza, surrounded by fierce corpses, watching the life of their beloved sister slip away.

JC: Why did my sister have to die, why did he have to die…

SZ: And all these years, you have been chasing after his shadow.

Jiang Cheng said nothing, but his left hand unconsciously went to touch the ring on his right index finger, his family heirloom and magical tool, the zidian.

JY: You have never been able to forget him.

JC: Forget him, I wish I could. Hah. Everything happened because of him and. And!

Jiang Cheng whipped his head to right and glared at the person who had been sitting silently all the time on the chair furthest away, Hanguang Jun.

He slapped the table and stood up.

JC: You! Wei Ying became that way because of you!

Hanguang Jun only glanced at him coldly and said nothing.

Jingyi was immediately affronted even though he was meant to be neutral as the host.

JY: Wasn’t it just that you felt like your best friend was being taken away by someone bette- OW goddamn Sizhui, I’m going to lose a rib one day!

SZ: Be quiet you!

SZ: Sect Leader Jiang, but ultimately is your regret, not the regret that Master Wei was unable to walk the broad path and had to take the fraught narrow path of demonic cultivation to protect the innocent Wen villagers?

Jiang Cheng sat down again, his eyes glazed as he returned to the past.

JC: His swordsmanship was the best.. If.. if he hadn’t turned to demonic ways.. The person being proclaimed number one, wouldn’t be from the GUSU LAN SECT.

Murmurs of discontent rose up from the audience, they were in Gusu territory after all, saying something like that was an insult to the town. Jiang Cheng really knew how to piss people off with his words.

Jiang Cheng heard the noise and turned to face the audience, suddenly remembering they were there.

JC: Hng! I have said nothing wrong. Why don’t you ask him if I spoke the truth or not?

He pointed a finger at Hanguang Jun. His other hand clutched the empty wine jar to his chest.

The crowd quietened again, as if they had collectively inhaled a breath, they all turned to look at the devastatingly handsome visage of Hanguang Jun. Such a good looking man.

Hanguang Jun, looked back at Jiang Cheng, swept up the cup on the table on his side, drank it as swiftly and put it back.

“Those were not false words.”

Everyone gasped. Hanguang Jun. The Hanguang Jun, was saying that there was someone better than him. Just who was the Wei Ying, this Yiling Patriarch from the past. Just how good was he?

Suddenly a gong sounded three times, and someone ran onto the stage to whisper urgently into the ears of Sizhui and Jingyi.

Just what was going on?

The young disciple who had come up to the stage ran down again, and went down to the troupe of musicians, who had been providing the moving BGM to Jiang Cheng’s dramatic story.

They immediately struck up a low tune, full of mystery and anticipation.

Sizhui stepped forward to face the audience.

SZ: We didn’t announce it earlier, because we could not confirm if it was true or not.. But since listening to Sect Leader Jiang’s story, I think we no longer need to doubt it any more. Today, we actually have a fourth guest.

JY: Yes this fourth guest is going to blow your mind. Honestly it blew ours.

SZ: And we hope this will finally give everyone an opportunity to resolve the rifts that have formed over the past 16 years.

Sizhui looked at Jiang Cheng who eyed him suspiciously.

JY: You all may have noticed the partition on the stage, our fourth guest will arrive on the other side and the audience will get to see him first

The music suddenly got louder, almost like a fanfare, the red curtain was swept back by an elegant hand, another handsome man, dressed in a very fitting red and black outfit wearing his hair in a ponytail appeared. He walked up a little, sheepishly facing the audience, and then flashed a very dazzling smile.

“Wow”

“My heavens, how handsome”

“His smile is so gorgeous”

“I think I’m going to faint”

The guests on the other side of the lacquered partition could not see the new guest, but they heard everything that the crowd was saying.

SZ: we will now pull apart the partiti-

Before he could finish, Jiang Cheng had used his spiritual energy to blast apart the lacquered panels and suddenly he was only meters away from the man who on the other side, who turned, and waved shyly at him.

Jiang Cheng’s face turned as purple as his outfit.

JC: Wei Ying! You mother*”£$&*£%&, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.

The jar was dashed against the floor and a flash of purple lightning leapt across the distance between them and wrapped itself around the man’s neck.

Wei Ying? This was Wei Ying? The demonic Yiling Patriarch really?!

Wei Ying, pulled at the fizzling rope, trying to give himself enough room to breath.

WY: Wait wait, listen [cough] hold up will you, how [cough] can your temper still be so shitty.

SZ: Sect Leader Jiang! You promised you’d stay calm no matter what!

Sizhui rushed up to try and used his sword to slash at the purple lightning but it rebounded

JC: Fuck that! Wei Ying. I’m so glad you are not dead, so I can kill you again!

JY: Oh sh-.. This isn’t really going to plan.

SZ: Sect leader Jiang! Please let go! Jingyi help me here.

Jingyi immediately went to grab at Jiang Cheng’s arm to try and pull him back.

JY: Please forgive my discourtesy, but you are ruining the show.

JL: Let go of my uncle!

Jinling proceeded to pull at Jingyi who was pulling it Jiang Cheng who was pulling at Wei Ying. Who was throwing talismans out left right and centre, little paper men crowding the hem of Jiang Cheng’s outfit tugging at him.

The young cultivator was reminded of a childhood tale involving a big turnip. Except today, the big turnip was the legendary Yiling Patriarch.

The crowd was roaring and cheering, it was turning into a fight match and everyone was getting great value for money!

SZ: Hanguang Jun, please help!

JY: Hanguang, is he, I think he’s asleep?!

The young cultivator turned to look, indeed Hanguang Jun’s head was nodding forward. How could he sleep at a time like this?

WY: Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan come help me dammit!

It was like a switch had been turned on! Hanguang Jun’s eyes snapped open and he stood up immediately, he turned to the left and looked on expressionless at everything going on, Jingyi and Jinling were clashing swords, Sizhui was struggling against Jiang Cheng.

LZ: Wei Ying!

He called out fiercely, and then, he suddenly slammed his hand down against the wooden stage. There was an almighty loud crack, everyone on stage, the chairs the table and all, disappeared downwards.

The crowd rose to their feet, the musicians stopped playing.

“Did he, he just break the whole stage with his bare hand?”

“Whoah!”

Dust and rubble flew up, the bottom of the stage was covered, no one could see what was going on, there were some shouting and screaming going on behind the scene, and next thing you knew someone was flying up. It was Hanguang jun, on his sword Bichen, and carried in his arms was Wei Ying!

Jiang Cheng was climbing up out of the rubble, his face ashened with dust.

JC: Wei Ying, you come back here!

Wei Ying looked down at him but gripped on tighter around Hanguang Jun’s shoulder

WY: I’m sorry my good brother, I think we might have to do our reunion at another time.

LZ: No talking while flying.

Hanguang Jun had spoken sternly, even though he was talking and flying. Next thing, they picked up speed and were flying away and soon were out of sight from the awestruck crowd.

***

And that was the legendary Rift Healing show of all time, and also the last one to ever run, what with the massive structural damage to the theatre and the big furore the return of Wei Ying caused to the cultivation world, it was decided that perhaps the rift healing in front of a live audience might not be a good idea after all.

For the nameless young cultivator, the rest of the stories about Wei Ying and Hanguang Jun and Jiang Cheng, could only be heard through the rumours and the bearded storytellers plying their trade at the inns.

*The End*

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #the untamed #lan zhan #wei wuxian #cql #lan wangji #jiang cheng #jin ling #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #fanfic #wangxian

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bluboothalassophile · 5 years

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Ho ho happy holidays! I’ve got a special Dad!Constantine request for ya blu! Every year there’s one toy guaranteed to Sell Out Fast. For John’s girls, there’s a couple gifts that might not be making under their tree! How’s the ol’ hellblazer gonna make it work or make it right? (Can’t wait to see what you come up with!! And happy holidays girl 💙❤️💚)

Hello,

Okay, after the shopping HELL of my week; I have sworn off malls by the way people, never again; anyways, I couldn’t think of how to attack this. Especially since I never write Constantine with his girls as kids, they’re usually teens or tweens so I hope you enjoy! =)

Shopping Hells…

John Constantine could honestly say that he never jibbed hisgirls for Christmas; it was a very serious affair in his house. Zed went allout for Christmas. Raven loved it. Zatanna had only fond memories this time ofyear. And Lilith was new to his house but he was sure she would love the effortsput in for Christmas.

However, this year was a wee bit different.

Normally Constantine dragged his family off to Scotland (notWales or Ireland or even England as the Englishman in him would demand; he wentto Scotland), and stayed in a castle (courtesy of Lucifer, who did come to thefamily Christmases) for the entirety of December and most of January. It hadstarted as a retreat to help heal Zed, let her rest from the nightmares of hervisions, also Chas was off with Gerry during this time of year. So when Ravenhad joined his family he had dragged her Scotland, the natural magic of the ScottishHighlands though was a heady high for the young demoness as it was merely puremagic. Neither dark nor light, just magic and she loved it. Zatanna was thesame way, and the demigoddess would probably be the same too.

Pure magic, it was neither dark nor light, merely pure rawmagic, it was easy to find in the heart of the Highlands or in Ireland, or evenin the heart of Iceland. To find it though, it was intoxicating to magiciansand sorcerers alike; it was why so many of today’s magic people flocked toScotland or Ireland, hell, even New Zealand; that kind of pure unfettered magicit was intoxicating.

Anyways, Constantine was in Gotham, as Raven hung out with Jason,Zatanna was probably playing swapspit with Dick Grayson, and Lilith was sulkingfor all males her age being banished from her vicinity minus Tim, Damian andDuke; all three boys didn’t like her so she wasn’t going to be able to woothem. He was trekking through Gotham on the hunt for three magical items forhis girls, and a gift for Zed. He had to get a gift for Zed, Zed was a fierysaint who deserved far more than Constantine was capable of giving her.

Looking through the shops he kind of wondered what the fuckhe could get the girls, that they would like without just faking it.

Zatanna was his fashionista, she loved her fishnet stockingsand stage cloths, but when she was casual she was always wearing pretty things,usually in hades of purples or reds. Still he didn’t want to get her somethingmundane.

Then there was Raven, sure he could get her a book, sheloved her bloody books, but she had more than enough of those. He’d get hercloths, but there was a chance that whatever he bought her would be lost or stoleninto Zatanna’s wardrobe.

Also Lilith, if he had it his way he’d dress her like afucking nun and ship her to a convent, but that wouldn’t do. He had the briefthought of buying her a chastity belt to prevent the sex thoughts that seemedto drive her, but he couldn’t. Zed would fucking kill him.

Then there was the final issue of Zed; his not quiet wife,more than lover, friend and coworker, coparenter too, who he had to find a goodfucking gift for. Something that wasn’t just as mundane as last year’s gift;which according to Luci he was lucky Zed didn’t shove down his throat.

Constantine paused seeing Bruce Wayne hauling away some ofthe exclusive toys, looking very disgruntled.

“What the fuck B!?” he sputtered. When Bruce was near him.Bruce glanced at him, and sighed, they walked to the food court and sat down.Constantine just stared at the horde of toys there.

“I have too many kids,” Bruce decided after they had food.Constantine had ordered them burgers; whiskey would be welcomed.

“None of them are little,” Constantine pointed out.

“Selina is expecting, we’re prepping the nursery and tryingto figure out how to tell the kids. And I just found out about Alina, she’s eight,her mom gave her up in exchange for a pay out,” Bruce said with disgust.

“Ah, congrats?” Constantine offered.

“You?”

“Women are a bitch to shop for,” he cheered his friend withhis Diet Coke then, wishing it was something stronger. He had half a mind toperform magic and make it something stronger. “And Luci is no help to thisdilemma.”

“So you have Christmas plans?” Bruce asked skeptically.

“Luci’s got a castle, and he dotes on the girls,”Constantine shrugged. “You?”

“Vermont this year, promised Selina and breaking the news tothe kids about more kids,” Bruce sighed.

“You adopt every misfit and troublemaker you trip over,”Constantine teased. There were few fathers in the JL who understood what it wasto adopt children who needed homes, and to help those children find purpose. Bwas the only one Constantine was on speaking terms with. Everyone else could sodoff.

“I do not.”

“Dick, Babs, Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, Duke, Damian, Terryand Matt, Carrie, Nell, Helena and now Alina, plus the new one.”

“New ones,” Bruce reiterated.

“What?”

“Selina is having twins.”

“And people say I’m curse,” Constantine chuckled at the Bat’ssickly look. “Congratulations. By the way, what do you get four women ofvarious tastes, that they’ll actually like?”

“When you figure it out, tell me.” Bruce gestured to theobscene mountain of gifts he had.

“Fair point. I’ll summon the Devil then, he’ll help me shopfor his granddaughters.”

“I thought he was only Raven’s grandfather.”

“He adopted the rest, and Zed adores him.”

“Your girls have terrible tastes in men,” Bruce stated.

“Obviously, they have me as a dad!” he chuckled. Brucesmiled a bit as he sliced his burger with a fork and knife. “That’s just un-fucking-natural.”

“As opposed to the Supernatural?”

Constantine shrugged as they ate in companionable silence inthe bustle of Gotham’s mall.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one-shot #john constantine #bruce wayne #constantine dad au #raven #lilith clay #zed martin #constantine/zed #zatanna

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darkspellmaster · 5 years

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Young Justice Theory: Final Crisis connections

Given events that have taken place over the last three episodes and the clue that the episodes spell Prepare the Anti life equation, it’s becoming more and more clear that that Greg and Brandon probably are pulling from Final Crisis and the events surrounding it.

The more I’m looking at the events of good old Final crisis the more I’m seeing stuff going down with the YJ crew that mirror stuff going on with Final Crisis. And, while I don’t think that this event will happen in this season, I feel like we’ll see this whole event going on with either Season 4 or Season 5.

-New Gods are at war and Darkseid manages to manifest inside the body of a human, and making him want to be the architect of a new universe. On top of this a Monitor is placed inside a human to deal with his failings in his duties.

So we know that Darkseid is up to something since he’s making deals with the Light. We also know that Halo’s powers came from the sky. The question is was it coming from outside her or coming from inside her already. She knows facts about New Genesis, and realizes a lot of things about herself and yet she doesn’t connect to her past self. Meaning that there’s the option that this can either be the Mother box they pulled apart and put into her, or that this could be a New God that is reacting to things around her.

We know Orion is missing, or rather away, according to Bear. Could he or another God be in her? This could also be a Monitor, as they can also come in male or female forms and being placed in her as her body has the ability through the Mother Box to connect to the New Gods.

-New God Granny Goodness posses a body of a Green Lantern to frame Hal Jordan for Murder, and that leads to Bruce deducing who she is and him being captured. This also leads to the call to arms by the Heroes for a war against Darkseid.

So how might this play in. Well we know that the VR Sets that are being put out are pushing the GW network which is run by jerk faced G. Gordon Godfrey, aka, Glorious Godfrey -who works for Darkseid himself.

Oh but that’s not all. As others have pointed out these goggles seem to connect to Granny Goodness, the head of the Female Furies on Apokolips and also a right monster. While it’s clear that these goggles are being used for possible corruption purposes, I think they’re also being used for scanning. Namely to identify children who have Meta genes to exploit them to build the army that Darkseid needs, and more than likely it’s scanning for pieces of the equation itself.

Granny could very well be Helga Jace or anyone in disguise, and it’s clear that the others in the Light have someone that they’re working with outside of Godfrey. On top of this, given what happens in Final, it’s very easy to see Granny getting her hands on Batman after maybe framing someone on the team for murder.

Having the JL have to rise up against them would make sense, which could lead to other issues with the Light later.

Keep in mind the ones that they are going after meaning to Apokolips their minds can be ore easily played with. And who are the ones using the VR sets the most? Kids.

-Outsiders and the Judas contract act as a distraction and the possible infection of various characters.

With team Batman working their own and the looming implications for the Judas contract coming into play it’s not hard to see this working in favor for the Light. It wouldn’t be that hard to see, through some means, Wonder Woman and others being infected while out in space and carrying the illness to earth. This could led to a lot of problems, namely the title of Antisocial Pathologies. Which more than likely will be covering the whole situation with the bacteria named Morticoccous.

-Time Travel again and the return of Bart and Conner.

So in the original story Lois get’s mortally wounded when a bomb goes off and wounds her at the Daily Planet. Meanwhile Barry and Wally have to race against the Black Death -the death of the New Gods, and stop a bullet from killing Orion. Meanwhile both Bart and Connner were returned from their deaths via the LoSH from the future and the two sent back to help save everyone.

Likely we’re going to see Barry and Bart doing the running with Wally returning along with Conner if he’s killed to stop the situation. This may tie into the idea that Barry may go into the future with Iris leaving Bart with someone like Max or grow up Bart, or leave Wally as the only Flash with Jay joining them.

-Dan Turpin searching for Missing kids leads him to the Dark Side Club, failure to stop Orion’s death and the fall out of Darkseid using the Anti life equation on the humans.

So we already have people looking for missing kids, although we don’t have a Dark Side Club, and we already have a missing Orion, so that all checks out and connects. I don’t think he’s dead...yet, but it could come into play later.

Okay so this is somewhat important. The Anti Life Equation is more commonly a math problem that is a math proof of the futility of life. This is unleashed through the net in the original story. However! I don’t think that will happen this time.

Behind Babs is the Oracle Eye. Now this is not the normal Oracle looking icon.

That is the oracle Symbol. You know what the eye is for?

This is Brother Eye, a program that was created by Batman due to his paranoia from his memory being erased by Zantana in Identity Crisis. Brother eye is a huge satellite that watches Metahumans and can infect people with nanotechnology.

It’s more likely that Darkseid will wind up controlling this and end up using that to infect or corrupt the people of earth.

Meanwhile we would probably see Barry and Bart probably meeting Wally and possibly Conner in some future time line and fighting against the super human army that Darkseid created. More than likely we would see exactly how the supers that are not infected stay uninfected by the equation and possibly a cure to all of this in the form of a symbol by Anthro given to Metron of the New Gods.

-Heroes of unlikely types.

Given that Lex and Dr. Sivana play a huge role towards the end of this story helping to go against Darkseid I would not be surprised if we got the story point that, with the tech that Lex has, he and Silvana are able to get control from the Justifiers in this story with the heroes in the future and turn them back to normal so they can fight against Darkseid. We probably will see Damian here in this future.

I’m really not sure how things will play out for the rest of the story. But given the ending being called Nevermore I think we may see some really depressing endings come out of this.

Superman comes back from the future, and Batman get’s “killed” by Darkseid after escaping from being held by Commander D. The Flashes end up leading the Black death racer to Darkseid to kill him, meanwhile the Ray traces the Metron symbol across the earth freeing everyone, and then everything gets sucked into darkness after Wonder Woman releases Darkseid from the body of Dan Turpin. Superman, thanks to the LoSH finds a wish granting machine and has to sing to it to counter Darkseid, and winds up fighting against the evil monitor that has been mostly controlling Darkside. This leads to the army of Supermen from the multiverse to come and that leads to the arrival of various teams from across the multiverse to fight with the Darkness. In the end they win and Superman wishes for a happy ending.

Turns out that Bruce isn’t dead, he’s sent back in time and has to time jump back to the future. This leads to the Battle for the Cowl, leading Dick to become batman, Damian to become Robin. Tim to search for Bruce as Red Robin and Jason to become a protector of Gotham. Barry Allen comes back from the dead, the Teen Titans reform with some fall out regarding Conner trying to figure out himself now, and Bart dealing with being dead and alive again.

Honestly it’s hard to guess what they’re going to pull from this story but if I had to guess...

Return of Wally West from the Future.

Batman “dying”

Jason, Dick, Tim and possibly Cassandra fighting for the Cowl

Birth of Jon will come out of this I’m damn sure

Conner either deciding to go to the future because he feels he can do good there being with the Legion of Super Heroes.

We may see hints of the Guardians of Oa taking on a bigger role or hints of the Crisis on Infinite Earths looming.

I’m sure Young Justice Season 5′s crew will look very different than what we have now.

Halo is not going to make it as I think she’s living on borrowed time.

Terra’s death and other things may lead to Brion staying with the team and helping them go forward.

Forger will probably go back with the New Gods and become the Bugs leader.

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beautifully-useless · 6 years

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Silently Pining

Okay, it’s a few hours late. But this idea began as my fic for Alone Together and then as it grew, I realised it worked better for this prompt. And now we have this epic.

It starts off a bit slowly, but I promise it’s BBRae centred.

Warning: This fic has angst. So much angst.

It was a normal mission. It should have been a normal mission. The only difference was the fact Nightwing had called in a special favour. It had been years since the original team of Teen Titans had grown out of their adolescence and decided what they wanted to do with their adult years. Robin had of course taken on the mantle of Nightwing, working both on his own and with Batman; Cyborg had joined the Justice League, and Starfire had remained behind in the original T Tower to train the next generation of teen heroes. Beast Boy had answered a call from Mento to rejoin the Doom Patrol, adopting the name ‘Changeling’ as he decided it was time for people to take more seriously. His time with the Doom Patrol lasted only a few years, but rather than returning to Jump City, he chose to take on international missions for the Justice League that were best suited to his abilities. Raven was the only Titan who left the super hero life altogether, telling the team that after everything she had been through in her short life, she wanted to take time to learn how to just live and enjoy the simple side of things; especially now that she was able to experience her emotions in their fullest. She had however, taken the communicator Nightwing offered her, promising she would always answer the call if she was needed.

That was what had led to now – Raven lying in an infirmary bed in the Justice League Headquarters. An old foe had resurfaced after lying low for nearly a decade; Dr Light had never been a serious threat to the Teen Titans, and no one thought that he could be any more dangerous after having been gone for so many years. That was why Nightwing called in the favour, Changeling was currently on a mission in the deep arctic, Cyborg was off-world and Starfire’s team was dealing with an escaped Cinderblock who was terrorising downtown. So Nightwing had pulled out his old communicator and called the person who had always been able to handle Light in a matter of minutes – Raven. True to her word, the sorceress had answered the call and arrived to take care of the problem.

It should have been a normal mission. A decade ago, the mere sight of Raven and her tendrils of dark power had been enough to reduce Dr Light to a quivering, crying mess. But ten years is a long time – a lifetime in terms of technological advancements, as Raven quickly learned upon entering the street that Light was currently occupying. It was all over in a crash of blinding light. It appeared that Dr Light had been somehow expecting the dark ex-Titan and had invented a new bomb specifically for her. Where once she had been able to surround him in darkness and fear, he had found a way to surround her with a flash so bright, it knocked the demoness from the sky, sending her hurtling to the ground like a broken bird.

As soon as he lost contact with her, Nightwing flew from Gotham to Jump City; eventually finding her crumpled body amongst the wreckage of a building. He transported her immediately to the JL Headquarters. It didn’t look good. Whatever Dr Light had done, it had broken many of Raven’s bones and caused internal injuries. The League could heal her body, but they had no idea where to even begin trying to heal her mind. Dr Light’s explosion and the extent of her injuries had put her in some sort of a coma that no one was able to explain or wake her from. Nightwing put the call out then, to all the past Titans. Raven needed them.

Changeling was the last to arrive. A week after Raven had been brought into the infirmary, and he being so deep in the Arctic, no one was sure he would even get enough of a signal to receive the message. He crashed through the door to the room Raven was being kept in. Six months alone in the snow made him look more animal than man, the effect not helped when he barked at everyone to get out of the room immediately and releasing a guttural growl when they sat staring at him in shock instead. “It’s okay. I got this.” Cyborg assured Nightwing and Starfire, shooing them out of the room. Aside from the couple themselves, he was the only person who knew the real reason why Raven had left the Titans ten years ago. And why Changeling, then still going by Beast Boy, was suddenly so happy to join his old team whom he’d had so many issues with in the past.

“Didn’t think you’d come. You had a good enough excuse…being so far out and all.” He grunted at the green man who had moved to sit next to the bed that Raven lay in. The worst of her wounds had healed, it appeared her magic was still working, even if she was not conscious; but smaller cuts and bruises still remained – an indication of just how badly she had been hurt. Tubes ran out of both of her arms, connected to I.V bags and machines that beeped out different information on her vital signs every few minutes. Changeling gently picked up one of her petite hands in his own. They had always been so strong, so sure before, yet now they appeared unable to hold up even the slightest weight. Forrest green eyes stared back at Cyborg, a haunted look in them. “No matter what happened between us, I’ll always come if she needs me.” Cyborg nodded, “She needs you now man. Her body is healing, but whatever Light did to her, it’s keeping her locked in her own head. And we can’t figure out why,” “Have you tried looking in her mirror?” The sardonic smile on Changeling’s face revealed his only half-joking stance on the idea.

His robotic friend gave him a wry look. “After the first couple of days we seriously considered it, but Kori and Dick went to her apartment and weren’t able to find it anywhere. Maybe she doesn’t use it anymore.” Now it was Changeling’s turn to nod. He pulled a chair as close to Raven’s bed as possible, never letting go of her hand. “You’re the only one who can bring her back to us B. Don’t let her go this time.” Cyborg clapped him on the shoulder and moved towards the door, “I can guarantee you twenty four hours alone with her. After that they’ll be back in here and I won’t be able to stop them. I don’t know what will happen if she doesn’t wake up soon.” He was met with a silent, steely, yet determined stare before he turned and closed the door behind him.

“What’s going on in your head Rae? Why won’t you come back to us?” He whispered, no response came except for the beeping of the machines. A silent tear rolled down his face, “Please Rae. I…I know I couldn’t give you what you wanted when you left the Titans, but if you come back to me now, I’ll give you anything you want. Just…just come back to us. To me.” His ragged voice choked out. Still there was nothing beside the steady sound of the machines and the gentle rise and fall of Raven’s chest. He let his head fall down to the slender hand he still held in his own and a sob escaped him. “You needed me back then and I couldn’t be there for you. Please, please let me be here for you now.” Changeling reached down into the bag he had dropped unceremoniously to the floor when he’d sat next to the bed. From it he pulled a mirror, set in a dark grey metal with what appeared to be two horns at the top; in the middle flashed a deep red gem. Raven’s mirror. She had given it to him as an ultimatum the last time they had seen each other – she had asked him to make a choice: stay with her and see if the romance that had begun to blossom between them was something worthwhile, or answer Steve Dayton’s request for him to return to the Doom Patrol for an indeterminate amount of time.

Ten years ago, Beast Boy hadn’t been ready to do what Raven wanted – give up the super hero life for a year or two and see if they could make a relationship work between them and then decide if they wanted to join the Justice League or not. He wasn’t ready to stop saving lives yet, to give up the gratitude he received from helping people out. So when the call from his old mentor came, he took the easiest route: work for the Doom Patrol for a year or two and then come back. At the time, he had truly believed that when he returned, he and Raven would be able to rekindle their relationship and move forward from there. Instead, he had stayed with the Doom Patrol for a number of years, and by the time he returned to Jump City, Raven was lost to him.

Looking deep into the mirror, Changeling saw nothing but his own face reflecting back at him for a long time. He continued staring at it, determined to make the magic inside work. Finally his own deep green eyes began to change, flashing a dark violet back at him and he felt the pull of the mirror’s surface beginning to work. He stood up, placing the mirror gently on the bed next to Raven’s hand as he allowed himself to be transported into her mind.

Changeling landed in Nevermore on his feet, he had become far more agile since he had last visited this place. But it appeared he was not the only one who had changed – the landscape of Raven’s mind, once broken up into different areas for each emotion, was now a whole following the defeat of Trigon. However, it seemed changed again since Changeling had last seen it, although the different emotional sectors were gone, the path that he and Cyborg had followed the first time was back; but now it had different branches running from it, some that looked as though they interconnected with bridges of all different kinds. Walking cautiously towards the first branch, Changeling tried to imagine what could possibly be waiting in this new mindscape, and wondering what hellish nightmare it could be keeping Raven here prisoner.

To say he was shocked by the scene in front of him was an understatement. If it had not been for the pillar next to him, Changeling completely believed he would have fallen to his knees. This was no nightmare, or at least, he prayed to whatever gods existed that it wasn’t, because he didn’t think he would survive if it was. Before him were younger versions of himself and Raven, about five years younger than they were now. They were standing in front of a small town house, a SOLD sign next to them and Beast Boy, wearing a casual long sleeve t-shirt and jeans, had his arm wrapped loosely around Raven’s shoulders, herself wearing a flowing dark navy skirt and form fitting black top. The young couple beamed at each other, the very picture of being in love. Beast Boy then scooped Raven up bridal-style and carried her to the front door, with her using her powers to open it for him, giggling as he stepped through the doorway and brought his face closer to hers. The older Changeling turned away. He couldn’t bear to watch the two walking into what he could only assume was their own newly bought home.

He walked further up the pathway, stopping at another branch to see what could be waiting there. In this one, a slightly older Beast Boy stood at the end of a long, white mat, an archway curved over his head, covered in beautiful exotic flowers of every colour imaginable. He wore a deep black tuxedo, his hair tamed down into something that could be called presentable; Nightwing and Cyborg stood to his side, cracking jokes that Changeling could not hear, but could tell from the smiles on all their faces were made in jest and were to help an obviously nervous Beast Boy calm down. Suddenly all talking ceased as everyone turned to face the direction Changeling was standing in. At first he thought they had seen him, and he wondered if he would have to fight off these representations of his friends, but then all of their eyes moved slightly over, to something next to him. Changeling followed their gaze, his jaw dropping as he saw Starfire in a dark plum dress walking down the matting towards the men, followed a minute later by the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Raven wore a floor-length dress, the mauve so pale it was almost white, but when she moved, ripples of the soft colour flowed down her body. Her hair was pulled into loose ringlets atop her head, her chakra glittering beneath the veil that did nothing to hide the smile on her face. Changeling followed her down the aisle, watching as she took Beast Boy’s hand and seeing his own amazement at her beauty reflected in his other face, mixed with a euphoria he knew he had never felt in the real world. Changeling watched their wedding take place, feeling a stab of pain in his chest so forceful he swore his heart really was breaking. As with the first scenario, he turned away when the celebrant asked if Raven would take Beast Boy to be her husband. He could guess the answer, but watching this fantasy take place would prevent him from ever leaving.

He continued up the pathway. Refusing to look at anymore more branches, Changeling began to run. Surely there had to be an ending to this path, somewhere he would find Raven. The real Raven. And he would demand answers from her: what was this? None of these events had happened, and yet here they were playing out in her mind as if they were the clearest memories he had ever seen. There had to be an explanation, and Raven was the only person who could give him the answers he so desperately needed.

After what felt like a lifetime of running, Changeling came to what he hoped was the end of the path. A door stood before him, and to the left of it one final branch. Changeling slowed his pace, approaching the door slowly, he turned the knob and pulled. Locked. Of course it would be locked. Nothing about Raven had ever been simple. Why would finding the way out of this new hell Changeling had found himself in be simple either? He turned to the left: the final branch. Maybe he would find Raven here. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go at this point anyway. He stepped off the path into the last scene, wondering what Raven would consider so important that she would force him to watch it before she allowed him to leave.

This time, Changeling did fall to his knees. The scene in front of him was so impossible. And so gut wrenchingly beautiful. He could barely watch it, yet he found, for this moment, he could not walk away. In front of him was Raven, about ten years older than they were now. In her arms she held a small boy, who couldn’t have been older than four, and at her feet was a little girl, perhaps a year or two older than her brother. They were unmistakably Raven’s children – the pale skin with a hint of grey meant they could belong to no one else. But the green hair – that same bright, spring-leaf green hair that Changeling had had when he first gained his powers meant only one thing: these were his children too. As if to further prove this to him, an older version of himself, slightly less lean and muscular than he had been in his younger days, but still fit enough to play with his children came running in. Scooping the little girl off her feet and lifting her high above his head in the air, she squealed with delight, demanding he hold her up higher; the certainty that he would keep her safe, as only a father can, evident in her voice.

Both this Beast Boy and Raven laughed as they played with their children, looking at them and each other with so much love, as though there was no one and nothing else in the world that mattered to them. Changeling got the distinct idea that there really was nothing else for this couple beyond the family they had created together and the deep love they obviously still felt for each other. Changeling remained on his knees, any strength he had, completely gone from his body. This was it. This was what was keeping Raven locked inside her own mind – not some nightmare that she needed help to break free from, but her own perfect world. A world where he had not abandoned her ten years ago – choosing his own selfish desires over her wish to be with him, to start a family with him. He hung his head, pain shooting through his heart, when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. Shocked, he looked up. And there she was. His Raven. The one he had dreamt about almost every night since he had walked away from her. Whose side he had moved heaven and earth to get to faster when he heard she had been injured. That she needed him.

“Raven?” He croaked out, still too stunned by the realisation he had just made to say anything more intelligent. She smiled gently at him, “Hi Gar.” Changeling staggered to his feet, too overcome with the emotions coursing through him to say anything yet. Instead he wrapped his arms around her, allowing his face to drop into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply her scent, a mixture of the lavender essence and herbal tea that she loved to drink so much filling his nose. He never wanted to let her go. After what felt like too short a time, Raven gently stepped back from Changeling, a small smile still playing on her face, but pain and sadness shimmering in her eyes. “I knew you’d come for me.” She said to him, Changeling opened his mouth to tell her of course, that she didn’t need to get herself into a near-death situation to get his attention. But he stopped. That was exactly what she’d had to do. How many years had it been since he’d last tried to contact her? Since he’d really made an attempt at finding her? She had needed to do this. To make him see her, she’d had to almost die.

“Rae, this…what is all this?” He finally got out, gesturing to the path behind him, the images of their family in front of them. Again, Raven smiled at him, but this time her sadness marred her smile as well as her eyes. “When you didn’t choose me back then Gar…it broke me. More than I ever thought possible. I was finally able to feel emotions without fear of opening a portal to a hell dimension, finally able to admit my feelings for you, and you denied me.” Changeling opened his mouth to retaliate, but she held up a hand to stop him, “At the time I didn’t understand it. I thought you didn’t feel the same way for me. But I understand it now. I was done Gar. I had given everything I possibly could to that world, to that life. I was tired. I loved saving people, I still do. But I needed some time for me too. And I knew it was time for me to step down, to let someone else stand up to the plate and take on the role of saving the world.” Raven stopped then, allowing Changeling to absorb what she was telling him, as if she knew what she said next had the potential to break him.

“But you weren’t ready Gar. There was still a voice inside you telling you that you weren’t done yet. That you still had more to give. That was the chasm between us: I knew that my time had ended, but you still had something to prove,” As much as he wanted to, Changeling couldn’t argue with her words. He hadn’t been able to articulate it at the time, hell, probably still couldn’t now, but Raven understood exactly why it was that he hadn’t been able to leave the Titans with her. Beast Boy still needed to prove his worth, to convince himself that he was needed in the world. Changeling wrapped his arms around Raven again, drawing her into him. He had no words, there were no words to heal the wounds he had obviously inflicted upon the woman he loved. This time he was the one to pull away first, “I’m sorry.” He whispered, holding Raven’s face between his palms, looking deeply into those eyes that could hypnotise him for hours.

“There’s nothing to forgive. We hashed out that conversation sometime between you coming back from the Doom Patrol and us buying our house back there.” Raven pointed down the path towards one of the branches. Changeling let out a mirthless laugh. Maybe he should have looked at a few more of the scenes she had created. “The only question left now is: have you done it? Have you proven yourself enough to the world that you can give up that life? Can you build a world, a family, with me now? Can that be enough for you?” She asked, pulling his attention back to her eyes. Changeling wanted to give her the answer she needed, he wanted so desperately to tell her yes. That if she would just come back to the waking world with him, he would finish his current mission and then drop everything to create a life with her. He wanted to promise her that all of these fantasies she envisioned could be true – the house, the wedding, the children. Gods, to have children with Raven would be a dream come true for him.

But he knew the truth. And he knew Raven did too. That he wasn’t ready yet. He didn’t know if he would ever be. He could be happy with Raven yes, he could live a life separate from the hero life and be content there. But there would always be that voice, niggling at the back of his mind, telling him that he should be doing something more. He would not lie to her, not now. Not ever again. But saying the words that would pull his heart from his chest were still so difficult to say. “Rae…I want to. You have no badly how much I want to. But I can’t give you a promise I know I can’t keep.” Raven smiled at him again, there was still some sadness there, but the smile was genuine. “Garfield, it’s okay. I spent ten years back in the real world waiting for you to come back to me. Hoping that one day you would realise that I was what you wanted. But I can see now, you’re not ready for that. Maybe you’ll never be. But it doesn’t have to hurt either of us anymore. I can live a perfect life here with you. And you can return to the real world and do what you need to do.”

He knew it was coming, but hearing Raven say the words was still a punch to the gut. She had made her decision. It had been determined long before he came here, and the only way it could have been changed was if he was able to offer her a real life version of this fantasy reality she had created for herself. There was nothing left to say, no other way to convince Raven to come back with him, so instead he brought her to him, pulling her as close to him as possible. Tears ran down Raven’s cheeks and Changeling brushed them away gently. “I love you. I need you to know that I love you.” He told her, voice breaking on the last words. Raven nodded her head, “If you ever decide this can be enough, you know where to find me.” Unable to answer her, Changeling lowered his head, planting a long, slow kiss on her lips. This would have to be enough for the both of them until the day he was ready to come back to her.

Pulling away for the last time, Raven offered him one last smile before she walked towards their older selves, still playing with their children, looking happier than ever. Changeling watched as she seamlessly blended with her older self, becoming part of the fantasy again, tugging her children to her chest and planting kisses on both their foreheads. Changeling turned back to the door at the end of the path, it was standing ajar now. He pulled it open further and stepped through. Aware that if he turned back, he would never leave either, but knowing that he was still needed elsewhere.

Back in the infirmary room, Changeling fell from the mirror unceremoniously onto the floor next to Raven’s bed. There was no change in her demeanor, she was still in the coma and he understood now that she would be for quite some time to come. He stood up, picking up her hand and kissing the knuckles gently. “I promise one day I’ll come back and give you everything you deserve. Till then, just keep imagining our perfect life together.”

Day 6 of @bbrae-week2018 ‘s prompts.

#bbrae week 2018 #day 6 #silently pining #bbrae #beast boy #raven #angst #so much angst

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