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philosophicalparadox · 2 years

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Ok I already have 2 Berserk fics in the works, so I can't take on a third, but like hear me out (this is basically a plot outline, the way i do them) -

Time travel AU (yes the dreaded subject we all know about in this fandom that no one wants to write) in which Guts manages to summon the God hand, and through means and for reasons unknown to him until much much later, someone (who? Up to you) sends him back in time to the Golden Age - alternatively, maybe Danan manages this with the help of Skeleton Knight. Unsure. But he is in his unaltered body from back then, only having been transported there mentally.

So you have a 18 year old Guts with all his memories of the last 7 years after the Eclipse, transported back to when things had not gone wrong yet. Personally I would plop him right before the 100 man fight, but that's just me. (Waking up to Casca being fine and talking to him would be MUCH less of an abrupt shock to his system).

Eventually he's gonna catch on to the fact he isn't dreaming, and is somehow actually reliving this. In typical Guts fashion, he doesn't think about it until after the fact, when he sees Griffith again. But he's too wounded to do anything, so he just faints as per canon more or less.

When he wakes, then things get suitably crazy. He has no idea wtf is going on, but the rage is still plenty hot, so ofc he sees an opportunity, especially once realising he may actually be in the past, to kill Griffith before he ever does anyone harm.

Cue a long series of him trying wildly to explain himself to the band and to Casca, whom he is abruptly paranoid about being too close to Griffith, that their leader is dangerous and can not be trusted, that he does not care about them, etc. Trying to warn them without revealing the full truth. They of course think he has gone completely fucking insane, but something about what he says strikes Griffith in an odd way, and as much as he wants to think Guts is delusional, he also knows somehow that he is not not telling the truth. The Behelit, itself semi sentient, tries to warn Griffith (be that however you may) that Guts is the one not to be trusted, that he will guide him away from his path. But it's too late for that - Griffith loves Guts, and he loathes the Church, which is traditionally where Guts would be taken on account of his apparent psychosis. At this point Griffith is Knighted, so it's not likely that either of them would have been given a choice but to foist Guts over to the monastery for "healing". I've always had the impression that Griffith wasn't terribly fond of The Church, so having Guts there, especially knowing the kind of rowdy, godless, stubborn fool he is, would make Griffith extremely uneasy. His companion might be loony but he would be killed or tortured if he did the wrong thing at the wrong time while he was in that place, so Griffith takes it upon himself to sort things out. It's him Guts has beef with, right? So why not just settle it, delusion or otherwise.

Well. Things don't go the way he wanted. Guts won't have a damn thing to do with him. Won't see him, won't look at him, won't talk to him. He mentions Casca, which both confuses and hurts Griffith. When did they get so close? What happened when they fell? He tries to proxy information using Casca, but he's lost faith in her understanding, and won't tell her anything aside from to keep away from Griffith, though he refuses to say why. Casca gets the hint that Guts believes Griffith will hurt her, which she conveys - but this is pre eclipse Casca, so she doesn't totally understand and therefore doesn't care. Of course Griffith would hurt her, if he had to - there's not much she can imagine Griffith would not do if he had to. Cue a conversation in which Griffith asks her if shes scared of him - you all can decide where that goes. I am a shameless GriffGutsCa shipper so I can imagine something conveying the shadows of both threat and intimacy there, but go nuts with it however you like.

Griffith tries, desperately, to ignore the situation. But news that Guts might be taken to a "reform chamber" (these are real things in medieval Europe, they're basically like the Tower of Conviction mini style) because the man is truly a Godless heathen and miiight have punched an Abbot.

Griffith cant ignore it, so he pulls some strings and bribes some people (ahem, how he does this is up to interpretation) to convince them to let him go back to the Abbey/monastery, on the condition that he doesn't fight anyone. That Griffith came to his aid makes Guts feel bad, so naturally he is a total jerk about it.

But his insensitivity finally breaks down Griffith's walls, and alone, in a carriage, a long ways from home and with a long journey ahead, he kinda breaks down. He doesn't understand why Guts hates him out of nowhere, he doesn't know what it is Guts thinks he will do, but he can't say he's wrong either, and even he doesn't know why. In my own version of this tale, the frustration and hurt is enough to prompt Griffith to cry. Guts then has his usual meta-moment, realising with painful clarity that Griffith truly is just as he was - and truly does not know a goddamn thing. (When did he get the idea Griffith did? He doesn't know).

They talk, and Guts explains, even knowing he sounds completely mental, the finer details. How Griffith talked to Charlotte, and gave him the impression he did not see Guts as a friend or ally, just another stepping stone. He does not mention Griffith being tortured for obvious reasons, but does mention him being arrested, what happened to the hawks, etc. He then explains what the Behelit around his neck is, and what it does. How he seen it all. Lived it all. At this point Guts doesn't know how or why any of its happening, but he seen the future, and he wants to prevent it. He feels it's what he was sent there to do - stop Griffith from becoming a Godhand. But the logic in that breaks apart after even a little inspection, so what then was he sent there to do? To suffer? To watch his friends die, and Casca go mad? (He doesn't totally betray why). To watch Griffith, a man he looks up to, slip away, never to be the same? To have to relive the agony of knowing he threw everything away without even realizing it? (Griffith is confused about this but does not ask).

Griffith does not know what to say to him, or how to process this, but he knows Guts is not lying. Whether a vision or a delusion, Griffith does not know, but Guts very sincerely believes it is true, and that these things will happen if he does not stop them somehow. Griffith then, reluctantly, proposes to aid him in his endeavor. If he is the one to bring about this calamity, then surely he should be able to do something about it.

Guts only says that he isn't sure the Behelit will let Griffith do as he pleases. It's the purpose of a Behelit to guide one to their fate, and the Crimson Behelit specifucally turns one into a Godhand, no matter what. To do that, you have to sacrifice a lot of people. (Guts does not fully understand that these have to be people you care about, mind you). So no matter what path they choose, that Behelit will open, and most likely the Band of the Hawk will die.

Unless he kills Griffith, somehow. But even then, the Behelit will just bob a long until it finds a new host, then the circle starts over, albeit away from him and the Band.

"So to spare the Band of the Hawk, I need to die? And you have to kill me?"

"Yes."

Something to that effect. However this time things do not go how Guts intends - Griffith is shockingly self sacrificing, though Guts doesn't know it. Well he finds out then - when Griffith willingly offers to let Guts murder him, if it will somehow make things right.

The cognitive dissonance drives Guts a bit mad, trying desperately to understand. If he was so willing to die to spare them now, why hadn't he then?

And then Griffith clarifies - he would not die for the Band of the Hawk. They had pledged their very lives to his ideals, so if they followed him to a place where they should perish, it was on them. They chose to follow, knowing he would sacrifice their lives as he had hundreds of times before. Whether sacrificing them on a battlefield or the face of hell, they chose to give up their lives for his ambition. (Guts may or may not be tempted to punch Griffith in the face for that).

But Guts didn't.

Guts was recruited. By Griffith. He didnt get to choose his death - that was Griffith's decision. And he didn't regret it. He admires Guts, he finds companionship and solace in him, and of all people, he considers Guts a friend, regardless of what he may have said otherwise in a possible future. (You may insert a full confession, but Griffith probably couldn't say the word "love" at this point even if he maybe-sorta knew it). And that if killing Griffith, or even making Show of just beating the fuck out of him, was going to make things be somewhere in the vicinity of normal between them, he was willing.

Willing to die - not for the Band of the Hawk, but for Guts. To get him back. For things to be normal again. For them to be friends.

And it utterly, completely breaks Guts' heart, and also introduces a whole other level of Cognitive dissonance. As a result, he also breaks down into tears - what else can he do? Everything he thought he understood was a lie - it had to be, because what Griffith said, with glassy eyes and a raw emotion Guts had never seen, was way too honest not to be true. Not to be the truth.

They cry it out, Guts agrees to beating him up in order to make both of them feel better, and things are kinda sorta resolved for a bit. Let the love and bonding commence, during which at some point Guts admits to himself that A) Griffith is probably in love with him, or at least wants to be intimate, but totally does not himself know it and B) that Guts might actually be in the same boat.

Ta da have a mini fic outline you didnt ask for but which I will probably never write. Have fun :)

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nikkalia · 5 years

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Gotta Get It Right, Chapter 12

TITLE: Gotta Get It Right

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 12

SUMMARY: Aleksa lived as an Inhuman at SHIELD's beck and call, but dreams of another life have her questioning everything she’d ever known. Just when she settled into a life of peace and quiet, she's called back to duty. Enter Loki.

PAIRING: Loki/OFC RATING: Mature NOTES/WARNINGS: A bit of implied violence

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Raised voices echoed down the halls from the council room. Lord D’Varst was naturally the loudest among them, once again attempting to assert his dominance over the others by volume alone. Loki paused just outside the open doors, listening to the old ambassador bluster about how he’d handle things if he were in control. The blatant disrespect never ceased to amaze Loki and made him wonder why Odin trusted the old man so much. He waited another few moments before entering the room with a flourish.

“I see you’ve begun the meeting without me,” he monotoned. “Again.”

“If your Majesty would care to pay closer attention to the time,” D’Varst sneered, plopping down in his usual spot. The others bowed as Loki passed, taking their seats after him.

“Yours is not the only council I have to attend to, my lord. What, precisely, has you enraged now?”

“You know, precisely, what has me enraged...”

“As does half of Asgard.”

Others around the table chuckled while D’Varst fumed. “If you had any respect for the mantle you wear, you would not...”

“And just how do you demonstrate your respect for your king, hmm?” Loki snapped. “You have done nothing but contradict and condemn every word that’s come out of my mouth since I accepted the throne. Odin would have you executed for the level of disrespect you’ve shown me, had it been him! So, my lord, perhaps you should better respect the mantle I wear.” A slow exhale followed as the council members blanched. “Now, on to other matters.”

A softer voice spoke from the end of the table. “Your Majesty, we are understandably concerned about the human that remains your prisoner. Surely, you are aware that she poses a threat to the security of this realm? And, to your Majesty’s person.”

“I am, Gefn. But, like all those who are just coming into their Seider, the threat can be mitigated with the proper training.”

“With respect, Majesty, she is not a child that is simply unaware of her gifts. She is a human woman that has demonstrated a willingness to do whatever she must to achieve her goals. Goals that may or may not involve your death.”

“She is not human.” Loki corrected. “How she came to be a resident of Midgard is still a mystery, but she is of Asgard. That much is certain. And, she is of the utmost importance to the security of all the Nine Realms. I will not see her destroyed when she could become our greatest asset.”

“You mean your greatest conquest,” D’Varst mumbled.

Before Loki could respond, Enji spoke. “Ladies and gentlemen, I would remind you all that Asgard has flourished under his Majesty’s rule, and that our relations with other realms, while tenuous, are greatly improved. So I am confident that our King has considered all pertinent factors in the matter of this...woman.” Loki nodded in Enji’s direction. “However, I share your concerns. And, with your Majesty’s indulgence, I would pose another question.”

“Being?”

“What is to become of her if she refuses to receive training in the use of her seider? Surely she can’t be released unless she agrees to remain on Asgard. And if that happens, what is to keep her loyal to us? I’m told the military group she once worked for is notorious for demanding an unwavering allegiance to their country. She may see this as an opportunity to bring Asgard down in retaliation for,” Enji’s voice caught in his throat. The stare coming from the end of the table bore into him. “For New York, your Majesty.”

Loki’s gaze focused elsewhere, memories of Thanos’ torture rising to the surface. It wasn’t my fault... Aware that the entire table was staring at him, he cleared his throat, steepling his fingers as he pondered Aleksa’s fate should she refuse. His response came in slow, measured words.

“My lords. My ladies. I believe the incident in the vault to be strongly impacted by the effects of the Tesseract on the mind. Prior to that, the woman’s goals had been merely to escape, with the Tesseract, if possible. If her intentions toward us, or Asgard, had been malicious, I believe she would have caused catastrophic damage to this palace and the surrounding city. As that was not the case, I don’t see her as an active threat against us. However,” he paused as D’Varst wound up for a protest, “if she should refuse our offer of guidance in the use of her abilities, I will sign the order for her execution.”

“I believe this to be an acceptable plan. Is there dissent among this council for His Majesty’s proposal?” Gefn proposed. All eyes moved to the silently chafing D’Varst, waiting for the outburst that never came. “Thank you, my King, for your wisdom and understanding.”

Loki nodded, wondering how he’d convince the woman not to refuse.

Far below the council chambers, Aleksa sat against the wall of her cell, fingers brushing against the golden field that kept her inside. The tiny surges slowed her racing heart and eased her pounding head, helping her to focus on the calming techniques she’d learned ages ago. She didn’t dare sleep for fear of the terrors it would bring. Instead, she meditated on relaxing individual parts of her body, starting with her toes and working upward to the top of her head. Her eyes fluttered closed only to fly open again at the slightest noise, ruining the meditation and forcing her to begin again.

The other prisoners had long since given up their taunting. She’d been brought to this new cell screaming hysterically and barely aware of where she really was. Far from her fellow captives and ventilation systems, she’d begged for death a thousand times, throwing herself against the force field only to be knocked unconscious. Enemies of Asgard laughed and jeered at her weakness until they grew bored of her cries. A few even encouraged the guards to kill her so they could sleep. None dared approach her, however, They feared her more than the nobles arguing her fate above.

Aleksa began the cycle again, taking a bit of energy from the force field while she willed the tension in her feet to release. The smell of burnt flesh caught her nose as her eyes finally drifted closed.

The Crusaders had been thorough. Every statue, every mural, every indication of devotion to the old gods had been destroyed. These followers of the “prince of peace” weren’t willing to listen to the storykeepers, the librarians who knew that icons were just as much based in history as they were faith. Nothing was left of their culture now, except memories that would fade into legend.

Aleksa walked through the smoldering ruins of the village, stopping at every body on the ground to see if they survived the massacre. Those few that had had already been hauled off by soldiers, tossed into carts so they could be taken to priests to “heal” them. She prayed that they would be welcomed into Valhalla regardless of any oaths made to end the misery.

When she finally arrived at her home on the cliff, Aleksa collapsed. Only timbers remained of the cottage she’d shared with Modir for a century. The rest had been reduced to ash, blown into the sea raging against the rocks far below. Her mourning turned to thoughts of her mother and mentor.

Modir had been taken as she attempted to heal the wounded. Aleksa heard her screams but couldn’t reach the old woman in time. She could only watch as the woman who’d raised her was loaded into a carriage and taken away. Aleksa finished off the soldiers that dared to remain in a frenzy of fury and sorrow, tapping into power she’d long forgotten she possessed.

The rains began as Aleksa made her way to the caverns at the base of the cliff. Deep within the maze of rock, she lit a tiny fire to warm herself and dry her clothes while she healed. Modir would demand she sleep if she were there, but Aleksa couldn’t bring herself to close her eyes. Instead, she meditated on the memories she’d plucked from the minds of soldiers as they died at her hands. Camp locations, plans for the survivors, even their regret at ending innocent lives. A plan to rescue them began to form as she stared at the small chest across the cave.

“No, child.” Modir’s voice whispered. “Do not sacrifice yourself to save lives that have already ended. I will soon join them, condemned as a witch.”

“Then I shall meet you in Valhalla.”

“Stubborn to the last. Have you forgotten your oath to me, to the child I bore?” Aleksa sighed in protest. “No? Good.”

“I can’t let you burn,” Aleksa whispered. The warmth of Modir’s arms wrapped around her.

“Only my body will burn, little one, and the smoke will carry me to the ancestors. There will be no pain. You will be the last of the Exiled of Asgard.” Aleksa closed her eyes, allowing tears to fall again as Modir’s presence faded. “Never forget who and what you are.”

“What if I’m made to forget?” came the whisper to no one.

Loki watched Aleksa in rapt fascination as she sat in meditation, faint images glowing above her hands while tears rolled down her face. He desperately wanted to tap into her mind, to see what she saw. He stiffened when the images dissolved and her eyes opened. She stared through him for a moment before speaking.

“What?”

“I must admit, it is good to see you...calmer, Colonel.”

“Do me a favor,” she blew out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t call me that.”

Loki was taken aback. He feared that the Tesseract had caused more harm than he’d previously thought. The woman watched him closely as he considered his next words.

“As you wish... Aleksa.”

#loki #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Friggason #loki fanfic #avengers fanfic #gotta get it right #Loki/OFC

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ryodan · 7 years

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I was wondering what interested you about your religion enough to convert to it,I'm sorry if This is to personal a question,and I hope I haven't offended you.(I myself am not religious)

I am fine with personal questions, anon, so it’s okay. Well to be honest with you it was a lot of things that drew me to Islam. First off, I’d like to say that I’ve always been a very logical person. I like clear cut, direct facts, and that’s why I’m a physics student haha. When I was first in my ‘religion search phase’, most of the ones I had come across were based off spirituality and all these lovely things that I personally couldn’t find a religion in as they seemed more like an ideology than a religion to follow. I gave Judaism some thought, but although I have come to have a soft spot for their familial values, It wasn’t enough for me to convert. As for Christianity, and I know a lot of Christians say this chapter is allegorical, but I was ready to rule it out by the first chapter of the book of genesis. As I said as a person who likes facts, reading something like the Earth and plants were created first and then the sun was a bit too far fetched to commit to. I did continue reading, and searching, but that only made me shy away from it further. I think the quote i’d use her is ‘so you began to follow a religion and called it “love” in disguise because love can be good but love can be blind’. The worshiping of Jesus is also a man made invention so again, Christianity is a religion I heavily shy away from. When I came to read the Quran (I am half arab so I started reading it in Arabic, altho it was very hard at times, it is the only way to see its beauty, none arab Muslims get shown this beauty by either going through the steep road of learning Arabic, or us Arab speakers doing our prophet given duty of teaching the message of God to humanity when they ask to ofc) I think I was really surprised by how phonic and beautifully strung it is. The internal rhythm, the rhyming that lasted an entire chapter, the words were always strong, never even remotely colloquial, and I always still say the book you truly feel the power of a God from is the Quran, in fact in the shortest chapter of the quran there are 11 linguistic devices used in 3 words, including a prophecy that came true. And that is not even a new concept to the Quran, the language of it in itself is a miracle, there is a nice example of this in a lecture i quite like https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84Z25CLXE1w. And a good chapter showing how phonic it is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WvHMNuhH3Y I also really appreciated how even if the words were incredibly poetic, it was still a very direct book. I liked the morals behind it. Equity, freedom of thought, justice, freeing of slaves, kindness, compassion, pity, tolerance, brotherhood, love, it’s peaceful but it’s not pacifist, the power of God truly comes to show in the format that’s like ‘here is why you should believe, here are things you should keep in mind if you do..if you dont want to, there is no compulsion in anything, its not exactly like God who created this entire universe needs you, but if you do want to save yourself from a hell so gruesome it makes your days on earth feel like hours,then I suggest you have an open mind’. I also liked the story of creation, in the sense that it wasn’t a damnation onto Earth as in the bible, I also liked how the angels themselves predicted how humanity would act with the blood shed and corruption. Stories of prophets even though had their fair share of glittery miracles, were still logical. For example: Jesus’s birth in the Quran is a lot less fun than in the bible, there are no mangers or Josephs or singing angels, it’s a woman in hard labor, in the middle of the desert screaming in agony, at some point even hoping she would just die instead of face all of this pain and probable future humiliation on her own, until God comforts in a miracle her through her own child, and surprisingly it feels a whole lot more authentic and touching than a singing angel. I personally prefer this to be the first miracle rather than water to wine one haha ‘So she conceived him, and she withdrew with him to a remote place.And the pains of childbirth drove her to the trunk of a palm tree. She said, “Oh, I wish I had died before this and was in oblivion, forgotten.” But he called her from below her, “Do not grieve; your Lord has provided beneath you a stream. And shake toward you the trunk of the palm tree; it will drop upon you ripe, fresh dates.So eat and drink and be contented. And if you see from among humanity anyone, say, ‘Indeed, I have vowed to the Most Merciful abstention, so I will not speak today to [any] man.’ ”Then she brought him to her people, carrying him. They said, “O Mary, you have certainly done a thing unprecedented.O sister of Aaron, your father was not a man of evil, nor was your mother unchaste.”So she pointed to him. They said, “How can we speak to one who is in the cradle a child?”[Jesus] said, “Indeed, I am the servant of God . He has given me the Scripture and made me a prophet. And He has made me blessed wherever I am and has enjoined upon me prayer and charity as long as I remain alive And [made me] dutiful to my mother, and He has not made me a wretched tyrant.And peace is on me the day I was born and the day I will die and the day I am raised alive.”

Okay, so if there are so many miracles which seem outside the scope of logic, and you are a person of science how did you convert? I think the actual time where I started crying realizing I was already a Muslim was when I was reading the verse ‘And the heaven We constructed with strength, and indeed, We are [its] expander.‘. The Quran is full of science that in no way shape or form was known to the 7th century arabians living in a desert. From the expansion of the universe, to the embryonic development, to the orbit of the planets, to the reflection of light and to the finger prints we have. There is a video mentioning most of the scientific miracles of the Quran here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7d16CpWp-ok&t=304s. It also predicted battle outcomes after the prophets death, and identified points in the land that were yet to be known to humanity and then it hit me that all of this was revealed to man 1400 years ago,to a man who could not read or write but would just recite what he was told. That was when I fell in love with not only the merciful God of islam (who said when he first created the universe he decreed upon himself that his mercy precedes his anger) but truly the greatest man to have walked this earth Mohammed Ibnu Abdullah. If I were to explain this mans appeal, and how strong his message was I’d use his followers to vouch for it, The first muslims were tortured severely, and the first martyr in Islam was a woman named Sumayah, who was stabbed in her privates,spat on, and murdered but she still would not go back on her faith no matter what they did to her. Another story of a companion,a black slave called Bilal Ibn Rabah who was forced to labor with a sizzling hot rock on his back, as well as whipped and yet proclaimed ‘ahad, ahad’ ‘one God, one God’ to the pagans of Arabia https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49SpfNxy4_8

what drew them individually to Islam was (at first) the man who’s message demanded for womens rights at a time were women were buried alive, and demanded rights for black people saying that there is no difference between a black man and a white man except by righteousness and good action. He was soft and lenient, but still a respected leader. A man who he didnt even let animal rights out of his sight, forbidding his followers from even showing the cattle the knife when you slay it to eat it as not to scare it ‘you have no right to kill the animal twice’, a man who entered the city that tortured him, threw him out with his head hung low saying ‘today is the day of forgiveness’ , a man who walked through a city that stoned him until his shoe was filed with his blood yet harbored no ill feelings to the people, saying there might be a future believer among them, a man who just as God stated is ‘a mercy to all of man kind’ Here is a series about him https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=al8VKtn3ilI and a slam poem about terrorists tainting his name https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQVMdh6d3h0

Reading his stories, his sayings and the book of God that he recited made me whole heartedly believe in this religion. Islam brings me ease of mind, I love it more and more the more I read and search into it (i recommend the blog @partytilfajr for clearing up any questions you might have and I can help in any way too), it makes reasonable and scientific sense and yet it is such a beautiful miraculous message. It mixes ideology and faith, but still encourages free thinking and freedom and I am proud to say I have submitted my will to God and I bear witness that there is only one God and Mohammed is his final messenger 😊

To my past atheist self I say

He Was The Creator of the Universe, for all we know even Moreand So Whatif we can’t see him, i mean what you acting like our universe is smalli mean there still so much we’re still yet to explorei mean there’s still so many things as human beings we still haven’tseentouchedheardor sawi mean our eyes can’t even handle the sight of the Sunso how can we possibly handle the sight of our Lord

#ask #Islam #Quran #Muslim convert #long post

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readerwinterbarnes · 7 years

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Night Light

Tony Stark x Jasmine Stark, daughter!OFC, Tony x Pepper

Summary: Jasmine Stark is afraid of the dark, come on she was only four and there was only one night light that helped her sleep.

Word Count: 1,217

Warnings: nightmares, dad Tony fluff, Tony being protective, fluff, Tony being such a loving husband, Pepper standing up for Tony, supportive Pepper

A/N: This is my first Tony based fic, so be gentle. I wanted to write a fluffy one because Tony needs some love too! I’m thinking of writing a drabble series based off of this, so there’s a good chance of being more Tony/Avenger/Jasmine fluff!!!

I’m also going to post the next part of Motionless tonight. So I hope your feels train in on track, ‘cause it’s gonna be a rough one.

There was a thunderstorm going on outside, but Jasmine didn’t mind it much. It just reminded her of the god Thor. And Thor was a friend, he brought her gifts from Asgard. Plus he let her braid his hair.

But her nightlight died and made her room turn dark. If there was one thing that scared her the most, it was the dark. She hated the dark, not being able to see where she was. She started crawling out of bed, her tiny legs scrambling to reach the floor. Jasmine grabbed her Winnie the Pooh blanket and Bucky Bear and headed down the hallway. Her dad spent most of his time in his lab and made sure that JARVIS kept her company when he couldn’t.

“JARVY, where’s papa?” Her small voice asked the A.I.

“Miss Jasmine, your father is in his lab. Shall I take you to him?”

“Yes, please. Tanks, JARVY.” The A.I. laughed, he always loved Tony’s daughter and always made sure to protect her, under strict orders from Tony himself. “Please follow the lights, Miss Jasmine.” Tony programmed JARVIS to shine little balls of blue light for her to follow, this was her way to get around the tower without being lost. But it was only meant if she wanted to get to Tony. Jasmine followed the lights the A.I. provided down to her father’s workshop.

“I shall put Sir’s workshop on complete lockdown for you, Miss Jasmine. I do hope you sleep well.” Whenever Jasmine would be in Tony’s lab, at times like these, Tony had JARVIS put it in full lockdown for her protection and safety. He was very protective of his daughter and had every right to be. But he also knew she was stubborn and often walked around the tower, with the guidance and protection of the A.I.

Jasmine walked in and immediately saw her father sleeping on the couch, his arm covering his face. Snoring softly. She ran to him and clambered on top of him, causing him to lift his arm and smile softly.

“Hey jitterbug, what are you doing up?” He helped her up and wrapped her up in her blanket, “JARVIS time?”

“It is 3 am, Sir. Miss Jasmine had a nightmare I believe. The lab is in full lockdown as well.”

“Thanks, J.”

“You are welcome, Sir.”

“Had nightmare, can I sweep with you, papa?” Tony smiled fondly down at his daughter, brushing her bangs out of her face. Who’d a thunk, that the Tony Stark would have a daughter? Let alone be married to his best friend and biggest support, Pepper Potts. She was gone for the next week, taking care of the company business on the other side of the country. It killed her that she had to be gone this long, considering she did most of her work at home whenever she could. But Tony understood, plus it gave him time to spend with Jasmine. But Fury really needed this new schematic done, so Jasmine spent most of her time with the team.

“Of course you can, jitterbug, you can always sleep with me.” Jasmine tugged on his black shirt, making his chest shake with laughter. “You want to see it?” She eagerly nodded, she loved her father’s night light. It was bright and blue, which happened to be her favorite color. Tony knew it helped her sleep, considering they did this often. Her wanting to see the bright blue light, then her falling asleep on his chest.

“Alright jitterbug, let daddy get up first.” Maneuvering themselves around, Tony took off the shirt, leaving him in just his white tank top and faded jeans. His arc reactor on full display. Jasmine’s eyes shone brightly. “Come on baby, let’s get some shut-eye. Then later, I’m taking you out on an ice cream date.”

“Okay papa, will you fight the monsters?” Tony laid them back down, wrapping his arms protectively around his most prized possession.

“I’ll always fight the monsters for you honeybee, you’re safe with me.” He said, kissing her temple.

Jasmine, traced the arc reactor, humming the theme song to Winnie the Pooh and Tony just smiled widely. Still wrapping his head around how much his life has turned around. It didn’t take much longer until Jasmine was asleep, curled up on his chest.

“JARVIS?” Tony whispered as to not wake her up.

“Yes, Sir?” The A.I. spoke quietly, to not wake up the small four-year-old Stark. “Take a picture of this, please? Set it as my background on everything. Oh, and send Pepper a copy of it as well, please.”

“Right away, Sir.” A few minutes later, Tony received a call from Pepper. He swiped his thumb over the screen, accepting the call.

“Hey, babe.”

“Oh my goodness, you guys are so cute. Did she have a nightmare again?” She asked over the speaker.

“Yeah, JARVIS brought her down here to the lab. I swear she’s forever attached to her blanket and Bucky Bear.” Pepper’s laugh was soft, making Tony smile once again.

“I wouldn’t doubt it. She has the soldier wrapped around her little finger.”

“She has everyone wrapped around her finger. Even JARVIS is hooked on her cuteness.” The A.I. spoke up, making sure his voice was quiet.

“I believe it would be rather difficult to say no to her, Sir. I have grown rather fond of Miss Jasmine.” Both Tony and Pepper shared a quiet laugh.

“I should be back by the end of the week. I told Coulson I wasn’t going to accept the last offer that was being made. The man was rude and he insulted my husband of not being father material. So that deal ended quickly.” If you asked Tony right now, he’d uprightly refuse that he was trying not to cry. Pepper knew from the beginning how self-conscious he was and worried that he wouldn’t be a good father. How he’d always end up like his own father, never spending enough time with her.

As if she could read his thoughts, she spoke up. “Tony, you are the most perfect dad she could ask for. Never doubt that, so stop torturing yourself about it. It’s been taken care of and I’ll be home soon.”

“Thanks, Pep, come home safe, alright? I love you, we both do.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be safe. I love you both very much. Love you, Tony. I’ll call when I land.” Pepper hung up, wishing them both goodnight and promises to take one of her vacations as soon as came home so the three of them could spend time together as a family. Tony kissed Jasmine’s head, settling in for a few more hours of sleep. Heart bursting with love for his two favorite girls.

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swearronchanel · 7 years

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BETTER LATE THAN NEVER 6.07

AHHH OMG, I was out all day & Actually MISSED the NEW episode like wtfff?!!? it was TOrture!! & I literally had to delete twitter and Tumblr off my phone because the devil himself would’ve tempted me lmfao😭 I love spoilers but not when everyone has seen the episode but me! it’s okay though I had some rum chata to distract me lol, which is just rum and horchata which is the Hispanic version of Horlicks so, At least I was in the CtM Spirit 🙃

Anyway I’m finally getting to watch it so here we go ..

shit I’m so nervous and I haven’t pressed play

why is my heart beating so fast omg

i usually skip the intro but I’m legit not ready

PHYLLIS !! 💕

damn Vanessa already hinting at what’s to come

Baby Susan so precious omg!!

No lie one of the prettiest babies I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen lots of ugly babies and lots of cute babies, I’m qualified to judge.

“Courage and resilience will matter most of all” 😭😭ahh omg

My spirit animal and campion Phyllis deserves nothing but the best I’m not ready to see her hurt

SHELAGH GETTING EXAMINED 😭😭💕💕 MY HEART IS BURSTING & her belly is so big omg!

CRYING SHE STILL CANT BELIEVE ITS HAPPENING ME EITHER BBY 😭 like holy shit I’m still not over it.

But I’m going to binge series 6 with my mother when I’m home Saturday and can’t wait for her to watch because she wanted to see shelagh have a baby & also she doesn’t know what tf has happened 😭😭😂 it’s been a crazy series! She will be s h o o k

“I know I’m just not a very relaxed sort of person” SAME but BBY RELAX 😭💕

LOL I WOULDNT HAVE READ IT EITHER

That was a cute moment with Babs and Shelagh!! But still wish it was w/ Trixie though 🙁 also it didn’t seem like a “heart to heart”? was it supposed to or was I expecting too much

Aw Rhoda 💔

what a ignorant ass teacher though, I’ll FIGHT HER REAL QUICK

BOY OR GIRL??? I REALLY WANT TO KNOW UGH WHAT IS BABY TURNER??!

ugh Shelagh and Patrick’s faces 😫 I hope they don’t feel guilty for having a baby

But also why does shelagh have to keep wearing the same things lol, I feel cheated of all the cute maternity looks she could’ve served instead

“Having to explain” poor Mrs Antoine UGH THAT MAKES ME SO ANGRY, THERE’S NOTHING TO BE EXPLAINED I’m mixed, Hispanic and white not black and white but still my dad is tan & we’ve been places where people have given my parents the dirtiest looks and have heard a nasty comment or two & it BOILS MY BLOOD

Omg the Antoine boys are precious

TRIXIE 😍😍 my bby looks good!

PHYLLIS IN TROUSERS HELL YES

UM VALARIE CAN U NOT BE RACIST

I swear if she says anything more I’ll lose my shit

“No one can really choose who they fall in love with” BLESS U DEELS

Bless Phyllis for making sure those cubs don’t grow up to be as ignorant as their parents

“I surmise the puller of teeth is intended to admire it” SISTER MJ IS A GEM

LOL SISTER J WANTS HIM TO COME THROUGH

SISTER WINIFRED WITH ANOTHER PRICELESS FACE IM DEAD

A bassoon? Lmaoo what the actual fuck Tim

Oh it’s for girls ofc LOL give him a girlfriend already, I’d get such a kick out of it. & Patrick could make another dad joke and say like take a lesson from me I legit beat God over a woman’s heart

The Mullucks fam 😭

Patrick with Susan omg aww

Trixie looking like a b a b e I’m dead 😍

“You’ll look like you’re trying to hard” DELIA HAHA OMG SHE GETS LIKE ONE MIN OF SCREEN TIME BUT SHE ALWAYS HAS GOOD LINES

I need Trixie’s everything, no joke. HOW

But I’m dying my hair blonder this week don’t play

Ah my bby shelagh again 😍💕

I feel so sorry for Patrick like this wasn’t your fault

LMAO SISTER WINIFRED CANT CONCENTRATE IN COMPLINE SHE IS ANNOYINGLY PRECIOUS

She’s scared to take her driving test aw 😂😂 same like I have my permit but I’m scared to fail the actual driving test

“Oh I have a soft spot for the Antoines” PHYLLIS TIENE UN GRAN COROZON 😭

Omg Mr and Mrs Antoine are so cute too, dios te bendiga 😰

Christopher being a flake wtf no me gusta

Sister W is in on the drama like Sister B was, am I right??

LMAO HER RUN

Prosthetics are so wild, my abuelo has a prosthetic leg and I was so interested when he first got it. But also I’m going to hell for being evil because I joke around way too much when he’s extra senile

“People call my kids hair frizzy, but I think it’s beautiful” MY HEART😭💔 literally my mom was the same with me. Defensive over my curls - even tho my hair is frizzy sometimes😭

The song though, took me a second to process but that’s my bby shelagh’s song ?? Ummm wut

lol sister Winifred hella late, let me guess this will make her want to drive?

this prosthetic place is so great wow omg

damn it Bernie

PHYLLIS LOVES THIS FAMILY AND I LOVE THEM ALL OMG 😭😭

GET THE RUM ! or I will lol

ah never mind

LOL SISTER W AGAIN & PHYLLIS SHAKING HER HEAD

the question is, does/has sister Winifred drink/drank ? she seems like a light weight

fuck is this when it’s gonna happen

I’M NOT READY DAMN IT

damn Bernie..

UGH MY HEART IS RACING IM SO ANXIOUS AND SCARED AHJXKWLXM

HOLY SHIT OMGGGG

THAT WAS SO HARD AHH OMGG

IM FUCKING SCREAMING

Phyllis is in shock o h m y g o d

I can’t process this either

OMG I CANT DEAL

PHYLLIS IS SOBBING, IM SOBBING WTFFFF OMGG 😭😰😰😰💔💔💔

MY FUCKING HEART

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO OMG

AW SISTER W ASWELL UGH WTF I SHOULDNT FEEL SO MUCH

LMAO OMG THANK U FOR COMIC RELIF

TIM SUCKS LMAO stick to the damn piano boy

PATRICK AND SHELAGH GIGGLING OMG MY HEART IS OKAY NOW 😭😭💕💕

SHELAGH AND PATRICK BEING SO CUTE IM CRYING

DAMN THALIDOMIDE

DAMN THAT CAR UGH

DAMN IT ALL

LOW FUCKING BLOW BERNIE THAT WAS NOT HER FAULT

BABS TRYING TO COMFORT PHYLLIS IM CRYING AGAIN

SHE IS SO HURT, I AM SO HURT, IM A BLOODY MESS OF TEARS. IM SOBER AND SAD NOW & THERE’S MASCARA In MY CONTACT LENS & MY 3yr OLD GREMLIN LITTLE COUSIN IS KICKING ME (lol he’s laying next to me)

AND CARRIE CRYING NOW OMGGG NO LENNY WONT DIE STOP

“That lovely gp of yours” lol does everyone have a crush on Dr Turner but me? Lol don’t come @ me pls I’m sorry I know people love him 😭😭 Im here for Christopher and Tom But He is handsome, just in an older man way Lmaoo guess it’s cause he could be my dad 😂 lol he’s older than my dad

I’d take him as a sugar daddy real quick though. I need my tuition paid and he is so sweet😏 😭😂

So it was a scarf, hmm I thought trixie was gonna find like stockings or something

“Not Hermès but something very like it” lol how does Trixie know what Hermès feels like on a nurses salary?

Valarie is on my nerves & she’s had like 2 mins of screen time Lmaoo I’ve liked her until this episode. I hope they don’t ruin her for me

“But I’m a member of the institute of advanced motorists” UGH PHYLLIS IS A GEM WHO DOES NOT DESERVE THIS !! SHE IS THERE FOR EVERYONE ALWAYS, SHE ALWAYS DOES GOOD WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN TO HER?

Aw Sister Winifred

Oh Rhoda 💔💔she’s such a great mother

MY HEART, THEY WERE WALKING AWAY FROM BEING TEASED

BLAME THE RACISTS, IT IS ALWAYS A VALID BLAME

YES PHYLLIS IS A GOOD WOMAN! 😭😭

Tom trying to comfort Phyllis😭😭

“You’re fond of your meat, and our views on God and His existence are divergent to say the least, but we both follow vocations…. so if you caused harm to someone else, even inadvertently would it not make you question what everything in your life has come to stand for?” I’m c r y i n g

“I, a rational woman, have no one to question but myself” 😭💔

IM REALLY HURT

“Sometimes cheering people on the sidelines doesn’t help”

my bby killing it 😍

Why you being a flake Christopher? go ahead man tell her about your kid

BRUH YOU DONT TELL HER LIKE THAT LMAO

he’s divorced ah, thought it was out of wedlock. I don’t care though haha

NO DRINKS FOR TRIXIE, TELL HIM BBY.. in your own time of course 💕

BABY SUSAN SO PRECIOUS

Fred brought her car ugh And Phyllis is still so hurt as am I 💔

This lady is so sweet! I hope she and Rhoda become friends right now

DID SHE TAKE DISTIVAL TOO?

lol wait where are the Turners I miss them??

“.. and the words ‘Nonnatus house this is not a midwife speaking’ are most unlikely to reassure the caller” SISTER MJ!

YES SHE DID OMG. I need them to be best friends omg 💔😭

“Nothing was said, nothing was done” 💔💔

PHYLLIS LOOKING AT THE CAR

SISTER MJ IS GOING WITH HER MY HEART OMG

my heart my heart

aw the mullucks'😭 ofc IT WASNT YOUR FAULT!

SISTER MJ IS A GEM 💕😭 & PHYLLIS IS JUMPING BACK IN

TWO GEMS 😭💕 but also if this was the birth they meant that sister MJ was involved in ill be lowkey sad, but we shall see next week if she’s randomly with Shelagh when she delivers

Trixie serving more looks 😍

Aw my bby 💔does she tell him about her alcoholism at the end of this ?

Also what are we guessing about Valarie rn?? she has a secret? tragic backstory to be unlocked? what ? She gay?

Aw the mulluks’s again! All so sweet💕 & YES LYDIA BE FRIENDS

ugh Christopher looks good af😍 and that car yes

YES TRIXIE 😍 my girl looking good as well

SHE TOLD HIM 😭 IM CRYING IM SO PROUD 😭😭💕💕WHY DO I FEEL SO PROUD FOR A FICTIONAL CHARACTER??! I love her

Oh shit Patsy’s dad is dead. I assumed that was coming

Phyllis reassuring Delia awww

PHYLLIS BACK AT THE CUBS 😭 MY CHAMPION AND SPIRIT ANIMAL BOUNCING BACK

Lenny’s speech omg brb crying

The support group for thalidomide victims omg my heart

I was cryin before and now I’m crying more for this Irish lady

Omg side side side note there was this cute old interracial couple that seem like my parents in 20yrs in JFK yesterday that were so precious and sweet and we’re talking to me the whole time waiting at the gate & then there was this sweet Irish couple who were confused about the time difference and I helped them out and then when we landed they helped me out looking for my bag so now I have much more faith in humanity because usually the people in NYC airports are angry new yorkers who don’t care lol like me (jk)

“There’s no rule of life so simple or so true ..” 😭😢💔💖

Thank u Vanessa I’m so emotional, show me next week

Bonus: next week

OMG PHYLLIS HUGGING SHELAGH OMGGG. I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED TO SEE THIS

PHYLLIS BETTER DELIVER THE BABY I KNOW I WANTED TRIXIE BUT IT DOESNT SEEN LIKELY AND SO INEED PHYLLIS (sister J too ofc?! She was barely in this past episode)

MY BBY SHELAGH’S TUMMY IS SO BIG IN HER UNIFORM OMG SHE’S SO PRECIOUS I LOVE HER I MISSED HER THIS PAST EPISODE

BUT OH MY GOD BABY TURNER IS COMING HOLY SHIT THIS IS HAPPENING THIS IS NOT A DRILL

HERE COMES THE PILL READY OR NOT #LETSGETIT1962

Lol oh shoot I didn’t take mine yesterday or today brb

AW DELIA

WHAT IS SIGNIFICANT ABOUT BABS SLEEPING I NEED TO KNOW

Lol idk why but even though I like Tom and Babs their relationship just doesn’t do anything for me😂😂 like I don’t give a shit? They’re cute but idk it doesn’t cut it. Like they’re just there and I’m like “aw ok”

OMG I CANT WAIT WHAT WILL HAPPEN ?! I NEED ANSWERS

I will die next week. For real.

#call the midwife #lets get it 1962 #masterpost #protect my bbys at all costs though #my commentaries™

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starspatter · 7 years

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TimSteph & *inhales* 1, 3, 6, 7, 9, 11, 17, 19, 20, 25, 26, 27 aaand 29

ilu thank you for asking Again, this is DCAU only (i.e. for Timmy Todd). Spoilered for length.

1. Who is the most affectionate?Stephanie, since Tim still has an ingrained fear of physical contact/intimacy. While he rarely initiates, he feels comfortable enough around her that he appreciates the constant cuddling.3. Most common argument?Anytime one keep secrets from the other, and over the safety of their kids/how much freedom they should have, since Tim tends to be really strict + (understandably) overprotective with them.

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?Gonna borrow a canon quote from the mainstream comics (Batman 12-Cent Adventure) and say for Steph it’s “his warm, shy laugh” (especially since it’s rare for Timmy Todd) and “clean-smelling hair”. I imagine the same holds true in reverse for Tim, since Steph’s million-watt smile and fluffy hair are my favorite things about her. ;P *shot* (Normally I’m not one for bubbly blondes, but goshdurnit she’s just too cute. 7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Ahh Steph’s cheerful energy is totally infectious so the more time Tim spends around her the more he starts to smile/crack jokes again. I pretty much picture her enthusiastically dragging him around to social events to have fun instead of staying cooped up in his room all the time with his computer (much like Ayano and Shintaro with the Culture Festival, although Tim is much more receptive/respectful towards her).

9. Who worries the most?

Tim, definitely. The anxiety and paranoia never does fully go away, and it often takes a lot of patient coaxing and consoling from Steph to calm him down from a panic attack.11. Who tops?

asdlkfjdl Steph would (at least at first to teach Timmy the Boy Virgin *shot*)17. Who says I love you first?Stephanie. It takes a long time before Tim can say it aloud without being embarrassed.19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?Stephanie totally boasts about their relationship the first chance she gets lol. Tim is much more reserved about it, although everyone could already tell he liked her anyway (Dick and Barb totally tease him relentlessly about it). …Although no one bothers to directly contact Bruce until the wedding (Tim does send him an invitation, but ofc he doesn’t respond), he still keeps tabs on his son’s affairs from afar, in his secretive Batdad way.20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?Dick and Barbara are obviously happy for their little bro finding someone who can help him to smile and be more outgoing again. (Dick might actually secretly be a bit jealous, since watching the two together reminds him a lot of when he and Barbara used to date.) Stephanie’s mom also approves of Tim, since he’s smart and polite and seems like a “very nice boy” (a marked improvement over other guys her daughter has dated in the past) - even if he seemingly has some… “difficulties” (although she might be able to sympathize with him/offer assistance and advice based on her own experiences battling depression and drug addiction). He looks to her like the loving mother he never had growing up, although he’s extremely nervous about her finding out his past. (Eventually they do tell her the truth, and she hugs and dotingly spoils him even more as her own son.)25. Who needs more assurance?Tim, although Stephanie has a tendency to get jealous. (Actually her first assumption when he started working longer nights and making strange/suspicious phone calls in RotJ was that he might be having an affair. *shot*)26. What would be their theme song?Ahh I have so many at this point so Imma just gonna dump a bunch (well, the first few are basically ones I couldn’t fit into my fic somehow ^^; ):“Alive” by Adelitas Way“What if I told you that I think you’re perfect?Beautiful sky in your eyes, it’s so worth it.I know you make me feel alive.‘Cause you make meLaugh a little louder,Love a little harder.”“Science and Faith” by The Script“Tried to break love to a scienceIn an act of pure defianceI broke her heartOf all of the things that she’s ever saidShe goes and says something that just knocks me dead:You won’t find faith or hope down a telescopeYou won’t find heart and soul in the starsYou can break everything down to chemicalsBut you can’t explain a love like ours”“We’ll Be the Stars” by Sabrina Carpenter“We are young, we are goldTrying things we didn’t knowLooking at the sky, see it come aliveAll our fears became our hopesClimbed out every locked windowLet me in, hold me closeFill my heart with simple notesSo when it’s hard to see,They are there, reminding meTake my breath, and hold me highSo I can feel the city lightsGlowing under me”(This one might actually apply more to their comics counterparts, but let’s just say it’s a happy AU where they met as Robin and Spoiler and neither of them dies/gets tortured mmkay.)“Landslide” by Oh Wonder“I know it hurts sometimes butYou’ll get over itYou’ll find another life to liveI know you’ll get over itI know you’re sad and tiredYou’ve got nothing left to giveSo when you’re caught in a landslideI’ll be there for you, I’ll be there for youAnd in the rain, give you sunshineI’ll be there for you, I’ll be there for youAnd every time that you’re lonelyEvery time that you’re feeling low, you should knowI’ll be there for you, I’ll be there for youI know your hope is heavy butYou’ll get over itAnd I know you feel like everythingIs falling to the windBut don’t you let the thunder in”“Superheroes” by The Script“All her life she has seenAll the meaner side of meThey took away the prophet’s dreamFor a profit on the streetAll his life he’s been toldHe’ll be nothing when he’s oldAll the kicks and all the blowsHe won’t ever let it showShe’s got lions in her heart, a fire in her soulHe’s a got a beast in his belly that’s so hard to controlCause they’ve taken too much hits, taking blow by blowNow light a match, stand back, watch them explode” “Second Chances” by Gregory Alan Isakov”All of my heroes sit up straightThey stare at the groundThey radiateI’m running from nothing, no thoughts in my mindOh my heart was all black, but I saw something shineThought that part was yours, but it might just be mineI could share it with you, if you gave me the timeI’m all bloody knuckles, longing for homeIf it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be aloneI’m a shot through the dark, I’m a black sinkholeIf it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone”“Rush Together” by Quietdrive“They grew up in the same old townNever knowing the other was aroundRead from the same damn booksNever gave each other looksBut one day the sun will shineI know, for their eyes have told me soChasing advice from those who say ‘I’ve lost my mind’Rush together to find each otherNow it’s too late, you can never wait for luckForever bound by the same instrumentWe all adhereThat’s guilt”“Start the Machine” by Angels and Airwaves“I grew so close to all the thoughts I had to leave forever I left the chill and voice of screams and kids and ran for shelterThe pain has a bad reaction A blend of fear and passionYou know what it’s like to believeIt makes me wanna screamI see the stars, they’re in your eyesA playful kiss, can you tell I’m excited?A fast escape in the nick of timeIf you lost your wish, can I help you find it?I’m on my knee, just one to startA fresh new start, don’t be undecided”(Bit of a starry theme here, eh? XP I feel it works for them, whether they’re nighttime vigilantes or not.)“Heroes and Thieves” by Vanessa Carlton“Well, disaster it strikes on a daily basisI’m looking for wisdom in all the wrong placesBut still want to laugh in disappointed facesHeroes and thieves at my doorI can’t seem to tell them apart anymoreJust when I’ve figured it outWell darlin’ it’s you I’m withoutWell I’m stubborn and wrongBut at least I know itKeep moving along until I can get through thisBut maybe this song is the best I can do itWell, it seems like I’m getting closer somehowA flicker of peace that I’ve finally foundThank you for believing in me now‘Cause I do need it” “Come to Me” by Goo Goo Dolls“I’ll be kind, if you’ll be faithful You be sweet and I’ll be grateful Cover me with kisses dear Lighten up the atmosphereCome to me with secrets bare I’ll love you more so don’t be scaredI caught you burnin’ photographs Like that could save you from your past History is like gravity It holds you down away from me You and me, we’ve both got sins I don’t care about where you’ve been Don’t be sad and don’t explain This is where we start again”(This is so cheesy but the couple in the video resembles these two so much it makes me want to cry. Even the lyrics video has some striking parallels to my upcoming fic, which I swear was just a coincidence.)“Diary” by Ken Kamikita“I forget all painful things, those blue words spilling out, the end of a distant spring The city in sunset, as if oblivious of the crimes committed today, rings out sounds of the bell signalling the end.Back alleys, laughing voices, at the other side of the window, sight of a happy familyMy heart ached as I looked up, the first star was shining brightlyThe moment I realized, there was nothing left, I spent today in regrets and threw everything away, What’s left behind, all the time, is the me, unable to changeI recoil from love, the wind still blew, throughout the city I left behind, the end of a hot summer Burdens piling up, memories of the days we could laugh together, I desert them all and begin walking Even though I can’t see what’s ahead, even though you’re not thereI take a detour, a swing in the park, water garden, vanishing lives Citizen hall, piano sounds, you flashed a fleeting smile As I laugh, ‘since it’s you, everything’s going to be fine’”(Translated lyrics from here.)”A Page Is Turned” by Bebo Norman”A page is turned by the wind to a boy in curly grin With a world to conquer at the age of ten But as history unfolds and the storybook is told He finds salvation but not at the hands of manThe God of second chance Will pick them up and he’ll let them dance Through a world that is not kind And all this time, they’re sharing with the one That holds them up when they come undone Beneath the storm, beneath the sun And once again, here you standYour day has come” 27. Who would sing to their child back to sleep?Stephanie, being the more musically inclined of the two thanks to her piano lessons. Tim might join in if he’s feeling particularly at ease though (however his real specialty is telling the kids bedtime stories, based on his Adventures as Robin). I can actually picture them singing the “Dango Daikazoku” song together. (Incidentally, I have a headcanon of Ayano singing the song to the Meka Trio, since she and Nagisa share the same voice actress. ;O)

29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heartSteph blames herself for not noticing her husband was being possessed by the Joker (although she sensed something was clearly off), and wasn’t able to prevent RotJ from happening. Tim of course feels even more guilty about it, but she helps keep him from falling too deep into despair by still accepting him despite it all.

#detalesz #starspeaks #long post #sorry can you tell I've been waiting to songdump #*shot*#actually this reminded me of a song I'd forgotten for the fic so thanks for that #was just trying to think of it the other day

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