true to her brand of independentwoman.mp3, she'd packed her bags and had stolen stefan's car in the middle of the night. after assisting stefan in the first steps of recovering from his drowning-in-a-safe trauma and deciding he was fine by himself with no further use of her, she'd decided to look after her own.
her first step: tracking down a witch who could return her to her natural, vampiric state. (she'd found a name, but hadn't been able to google search him. who knew vincent griffith was a private man?)
her second step: protecting nadia from the travelers.
with her daughter in the wind upon her very firm and motherly request, katherine's decided her plan is infallible. it will work. it has to work. everything she has ever pursued has always worked in her favour, even with the few handsome hiccups along the way. she has someone to live for eternity with, and a new life she intends to build.
that life had never included stefan. she'd resigned herself to saying goodbye, just like she had in 1864 upon his death. cutting this tie with him was meant to be permanent.
of course, stefan decided to fuck that plan. she'd only gotten three days without him until he was on her tail. although she had been determined not to let him catch her, he had.
having wasted at least ten minutes at the vending machine cursing all the crap food she's forcing herself to eat, katherine begrudgingly returns to her motel room with a sulky, petulant frown. her room had been a one-bed, dingy little thing somewhere between atlanta and new orleans, and she'd intended for stefan's presence to be in the form of phone calls and him requesting she return his car.
he was never supposed to be here.
opening the door, she stands in the threshold and throws a packet of potato chips at his head. ]
Dinner.
[ then she moves in a flourish, as gracefully as she had as a vampire, snatching a magazine from a table before falling into an arm chair in the corner. she opens it up and ensures to lift her magazine to her face to block him from view. ]
[ Editing because I was getting my conversations with people mixed up!! Anyway, anyone you feel like throwing at Gretel I would appreciate it because I need to get the feel for how to write her back and any of the scenarios in your top post are fair game. ]
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davina only has one icon for now so forgive me until i hunt for more.
[Kol takes his time, which in turn gives Davina time to recreate the cure. They wait for Hope to come into her own as a Mikaelson, to be ready to take on the power and responsibility, to not need their protection so much anymore. To process her own issues with death and the idea that her aunt and uncle weren't going to be immortal forever, and that's okay.
Her phoenix boyfriend helps. So does just growing up and growing past the hole that losing her parents left behind. And it isn't as though he isn't also going to be an incredibly powerful witch to boot.
Still, time is a good thing, as Davina needs to make sure that the cure will work. There was a lot of testing, a lot of misfires and a lot of bad batches that don't seem right at all, but eventually she gets it right. She has a cure she can be confident in. And when she presents it to him, at their kitchen table in San Francisco, she's unsure how he's going to react as he watches her lay it all out on the table.
She knows he wants to be a witch again. But does he want to be human again?]
So. [She moves to sit next to him.] What do you think?
even though i'm excited for this concept, the fact you only have one icon is unforgivable. i'm sry.
when talking about being witch again, it's all said in the hypothetical. of course, he knows there's a way to be one once more, but it's never been an option for him. that path has been rightfully barricaded with a troll not allowing him to pass. over the years, kol's learned to accept his jealousy and resentment of never getting to be a witch in his true body.
he'd always known davina would make anything and everything happen for him. she's made him happy, helped him control his own anger, and even forgive those like his brothers and sister who had wronged him in the past. if he had asked her for the world, she'd deliver it to him on a golden platter.
he wants to be a witch. now, with it within arm's rest, he isn't so sure if it's possible. ridiculous, isn't it?
quite aware of how uncharacteristically quiet he is, he clears his throat. ]
Well, love… [ he'd thought perhaps placing his hand on top of hers and drawing it into his lap would give him the words he needed, but they've escaped even his attempt. he lets out a loud breath, looking at their kitchen table as if it has blueprints of how this will all go down—what words to say, what words to not say, the thoughts to have and the ones to leave behind.
playing with her fingers, he looks at her. ] It's a very big step. [ for him, for her, for them. ] There's a very big chance I'll get wrinkles now.
[ that's not one of his main worries, but it's easier to break uncertainties, doubts, and even excitement with humour. ]
[ the guilt crushes her, much like she imagines rocks from an avalanche. she feels herself split wide open enough to be a gaping wound—and that's what she is, except she's a walking one.
barry had gone to great lengths to retrieve nora's jacket for her. she knows this. even with this irrefutable fact in hand, iris can't help but hide it. the purple angers her, the shoulders are far too sharp for her own—every time to tries to wear it to get closer to nora, she feels like it's weighing her down and cutting into her as if the fabric's made of knives. it doesn't smell like her, either.
since's nora's disintegration—it can't be a death, she's not completely gone—iris has refused to wear purple. tonight she does, with a nice purple camisole that's almost as vibrant as xs' jacket.
she pulls barry closer on their walk through the city. it had started with no destination in mind, but iris has been gently steering him toward the park where he'd played baseball last year. it's not to bring up any painful memories—she had simply wanted to leave their loft and go for a walk, but she hadn't wanted to go alone. some part of her suspects barry had been feeling the same. ]
When was the last time we just went for a walk?
[ she peers up at him as if he's a skyscraper. pursing her lips and feigning confusion, she teases, ] I forgot what you look like outside of the lab.
[ ramsey's infection doesn't happen until about three weeks to crisis, and after those 48 hours of being under his bloodwork spell, barry needs a timeout. what better way to have a timeout than go to earth-38?
hold up: he's not avoiding his friends. he's most certainly not avoiding iris. he's simply… taking a step away. getting some space, even some clarity… he can talk to cisco, caitlin, ralph, and iris about this, he simply… doesn't want to. the shame, the guilt, and the anger he holds towards himself for giving in and hurting them is something he can't face, so barry does what barry does best: he runs.
calling ahead of time (he can't just expect supergirl to be free, let alone kara danvers), barry literally runs to kara's place, making a pitstop at an ice-cream vendor. the ice-cream's dripping down the cone by the time he makes it to her front door and across her threshold, but luckily enough, supergirl's here to save the day.
embarrassing and unforgivable ice-cream crisis has been successfully averted. at least one of the inevitable crises can be ticked off their bucket list.
sitting at her kitchen table with a quarter of his ice-cream devoured, barry avoids straight up telling kara why he's here. he knows she wants to know, but thankfully for him, she's patient. in his own time he'll tell her. unlike oliver, she doesn't push, prod, or demand to know what he's done now. ]
Did you try the ice-cream on Earth-1? [ he assesses his ice-cream up close. ] I think you have better ice-cream. Your cones are crunchier.
[ So the brilliant prompt is that Tony has a splitting migraine, and what better time to bother him than when he's in his workshop with the lights off and a moratorium on anything louder than a whisper?
Come on in, the door is wide open. Well, it is if you know the passcode. ]
get ready for this awesome au on endgame, set in peter's last year of high school.
[ you know what's really, really, really, really cool? apart from the fact that he's spider-man and he's sort of maybe an avenger now and he's, you know, kind of back from being blipped for five years…
he got an a on his science project!
it's a little mechanical spider that he made all on his own that he wants to show to tony. it's the thing that's going to get him into college… one of them, anyway. he hasn't really looked into where he can apply and hope to get into next year. he kind of figured maybe he'd fall into it?
tapping in the passcode to enter tony's workshop, he's uncharacteristically quiet. tiptoeing across the floor, he looks around the workshop in wonderment. it doesn't matter how many times he comes here, he still loves it. this is iron man's home. this is where everything began. ]
Mr Stark!
[ he sees his back at his desk, head in his hands.
rather than go to him, peter stops and stands in front of a great robotic skeleton. he's pretty sure he shouldn't touch it—it looks like it could be for mr rhodey—but his hand reaches out and…
[ Jessica thought she had seen it all. Like literally seen it all—one of her dumb friends wears a scarf over his face when he needs to quickly step into vigilante gear and another's got cat-like reflexes and a pocketful of so much guilt Jessica wishes she could punch it into smithereens.
But this guy. This stupid fucking guy with his stupid sword that he pulled out of some stupid stone needs her help.
She hates that Malcolm took the call.
Sitting at her desk in her apartment, her bottle of whiskey's by her feet. Apparently it's not professional for her to keep it out on her desk for everyone to see, but she sure as hell wishes she had it now. She stares at him like he's grown a second head. ]
I need a drink.
[ But she doesn't lean down to grab her bottle. Instead, she rests her elbows on her desk and looks at Arthur over her clasped hands. ]
I know who you are and I know what special, freaky thing you carry that makes you pretty scary. Why do you need my help getting your friend back?
[ She knows why. Except for Luke, she's the only goddamn person in New York who has the ability to break down doors with a simple press of her finger. Unlike Luke, she can jump really high.
Unlike everyone she knows, she feels like she has to make up for letting Trish get that far away from herself, hence this conversation and hence her giving into Arthur's request she help him rescue his friend from some crazy dude.
[ whenever dick's had a particularly nasty night as nightwing (or robin, previously), he's always ensured to cancel his plans and blame work for it. it was a reasonable excuse, given he was a workaholic and didn't quite know how to stop, but it was one that worked. people respected it and they let it go. brooke always responded quickly and with understanding, given she was a workaholic herself.
which is why he isn't so sure why he's here. why hadn't he told brooke he couldn't come over? maybe it had something to do with not seeing her for a while or hearing that she's been having a few bad days—whatever the reason, he's at her place, trying to ignore how the deep bruises along his back and ribs aren't making him uncomfortable.
it's worth it, though: nightwing had pummelled a few bad guys and saved the day. at least the headlines were starting to be positive.
another thing batman taught him other than to never know personal boundaries: how to fake it. ]
I hate the rain.
[ maybe that's stereotypical, or maybe a surprise—he is a brooder, after all.
they're lying on her bed, his arm tucked around her and with her resting her head against his chest. dick hasn't taken his shirt off like he usually would; it's almost like he's planning on slipping away when she finally goes to sleep. it's raining loudly and hard outside, and the candles she's chosen to lit flicker in her dark room. it's peaceful, far peaceful than anything he's experienced in a while. ]
[ over the years, diana's slowly spent the anniversary of steve's death in the wayne manor. alfred likes to tend to her, making her hot cups of coffee, croissants, and ensuring that she is well-fed and almost too bloated to slip into her wonder woman armour. she thinks bruce merely likes to look out for her, fussing in his rather distanced and gruff sort of way. it's not something she had ever planned, simply stepping into the manor once and never being able to leave. she supposes this is what it's like when you let people in.
dressed in bruce's long white button-up, diana has a cup of coffee—brewed herself, since she had kindly and firmly requested alfred sleep in this one morning—and a donut in her hands. she folds her legs underneath her as she takes a seat at the kitchen table, body turned to face bruce. his hair is messy and the greys are beginning to show a little more prominently. she thinks it makes him look well-lived.
lifting her cup to her lips, she doesn't drink from it. letting its heat warm her face, she licks and lips and inhales. ]
What would you do if you had the chance to wish for the one thing you've always wanted?
[ it's a secret she has kept tucked deep inside of her chest. sometimes, diana allows herself to think back on 1984 and remember the strange whirlwind sensation of being happy and whole. she had wished for steve to return so many times that she had stopped wishing for anything else. if anyone would understand the desperate meaning of a wish, she thinks it'd be bruce. ]
[ It's not that he doesn't know what the stakes are here. He realized how high they were when things started to fall apart here just with trying to stop Max Lord. Reality settled heavily when he spotted crimson and he'd felt his breath leave in a rush, not realizing how much he'd taken her seeming invincibility for granted until it suddenly wasn't working anymore.
She's as stubborn as he remembers, perhaps more with how much this new and amazing world has sharpened the softer edges that he remembers. She's determined to keep pushing and pushing, unable (or unwilling?) to accept what might be new and permanent limitations. Steve isn't about to just stand idly by and watch her drive herself into the ground when there's something he might've been able to do about it. ] Will you just---
[ He lunges a step or two in order to grab for her elbow, ready to dig his heels if he has to. Not that it'll do much if she decides to shrug him off but he's hoping she'll see reason. He steps in close, grateful for the chaos for the moment so no one scrutinizes them too harshly. ] You're bleeding. Let me help you.
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i rudely deny you (also bullying you into ignoring that one thing re him being back)
[ diana thinks to shrug him off again, but the thought simply makes her feel sluggish and tired. never in her years has she truly felt this exhausted. when she worked late nights, stayed up until it was almost six in the morning, and had met impossible deadlines while being wonder woman on her lunch break had never worn her down like this.
sometimes she found herself jealous she would never feel the exhaustion he had when in veld. the human experience was one she had to learn without him, and diana, with him warm and her tucked against his side, doesn't wish to live that lonely existence once more. her face breaks and then she pulls herself back together just as quickly, not wanting to allow herself to even think of a life without him.
she wishes she could brush away his concern, steel herself once more, and be formidable and in control. she doesn't want him to worry about her; he's wasting precious minutes fretting. ]
It's just a little bit of blood. [ she says while inhaling deeply and wincing. leaning against him roughly, she pulls back to try and stand on her feet, losing her footing as she does. her boots feel strangely heavy on her feet.
in her quick bid to distract him from almost stepping on his toe, she reaches up to drunkenly brush her fingers against his forehead. with a smile, she teases, ] You're getting worry lines. They've very attractive.
( he hates that it takes him almost two minutes to figure out what's ringing. diana's left him alone, stepping out just to get a few things from work, with his reassurance that he'd be fine.
and he was fine. he was a healthy adult male who could fly jets and shoot a gun so surely he could survive a little time alone in a completely different and new year.
it won't be that hard. except, he cant' figure out what's ringing until a little blinking light catches his eye. )
A ha! Phone! ( it's...a strange looking phone but he knows it's a phone. so, he crosses the room and picks it up, expecting the cord to come along with it.
but, there's no cord and that... he doesn't have time to think about what he's done to the phone because the tinny voice of someone on the other end of the is calling diana's name. )
Uh, she's not — she's out.
( steve waves a hand underneath the phone, wondering if maybe the cord's very thin but no, there's nothing there. )
Can I take a message?
( the voice on the other end starts talking about something but steve's attention is caught when the door open and he spins, holding the phone up and looking guilty. )
I broke your phone. ( and all he'd done was pick it up. maybe he should have just stayed in bed, eating pop tarts and waiting for her to come back. )
[ diana laughs at the guilty look on his face and the way he holds her phone, his hand dwarfing it's rather small size. steve looks good in this decade, even though the pants swarf him and he seems to be uncomfortable despite hiding his discomfort as best he can.
she should've given him some instructions on what to do in case she needed to step out without him, like not answering her phones, not worrying about answering her phones, and perhaps merely taking some time (an easy amount of time) to get used to being alive and in a new decade. she should've told him to stay in bed. but even if she did, she doubts he'd have listened. steve, for all his goodness, was a horrible listener when it counted.
closing the front door of her apartment closed, she toes off her pumps and leaves them lying haphazardly to the side. with long strides, she closes the distance between them and gently peels the phone from his grip. ]
I will call you back.
[ hanging up the flip phone, she keeps it in her hand and smiles at him, peering at him like he's the sun. ]
Thank you for trying to take a message, but I do not need a secretary. I need a phone-breaking boyfriend, is that all right?
[ he'll have to forgive her greediness, but she's been without one for so long. ]
[After the first time-- okay it was really more like the third time but it's the first time he's gotten out of the bed since they tumbled into it because she might be invincible and a demi goddess but he is a mere mortal and please, god Diana he needs food and water and a break. Don't tell Cleo about it. It doesn't mean anything. Normal people need to rest sometimes.
She's in the shower and he is exploring the kitchen in search of said food and water. Though it'd be more accurate to say that he's supposed to be looking for food but getting distracted by all the new things that 1984 has to offer.
He hasn't a clue what frozen pizza is but he's definitely going to try it tonight. And what's this? A popsicle. Intriguing.]
Hey, have you seen these? [Yes, he is taking the entire box into the bathroom with him. It's good she appears to be done with the shower or he'd probably go in there with the popsicles too.]
[ stepping out of the shower, diana reaches for her white fluffy towel and begins to dry herself off. she arches her brow at him, not at all surprised that he's in the bathroom. she's hardly one to be embarrassed by him seeing her naked—he's ogled her a few times now, and diana often flushes with power at the way his blue eyes darken.
licking her lips, she looks at the popsicle box then up at steve with a small, warm smile. while in the shower, she'd been fretting about him being here—perhaps it was cruel to have wished for him, even though she had no idea that her wish could actually come true. maybe she should be out there, helping him figure out who he is in this new decade, find answers… but diana knows very deep in her soul that steve trevor is capable of being left alone for a few minutes. him presenting her a box of popsicles proves as much.
she's grateful he isn't frightened by this new world. much like she had taken to the world of man, he takes to 1984 with excitement, enthusiasm and a healthy dose of trepidation.
she bends down to dry off a leg. ]
They're popsicles. Like ice-cream, but less creamy. It's like frozen water. [ her brows furrow, wondering if that makes sense. she quietly asks herself what steve trevor would say, and she thinks that's it.
looking up at him, she smiles. ] Did you want to try one?
[The only photographs she has are of him. Or his friends. Well, their friends after everything they accomplished together. They share a bond forged in war, and those are bonds that are impossible to break.
It takes Steve a single turn around her apartment to realize that the only personal effects Diana has in her apartment, her grey, lonely looking apartment are from decades ago. Like she was physically in the present but mentally in the past, and he doesn't know entirely what to make of it except that it makes him sad.
He didn't want her to spend her life pining over him. And he didn't realize that she'd age so much slower than everyone around her.
It's been almost seventy years since he died and none of them were exactly young during the war. Steve isn't under any delusions that Charlie, Sammy, Chief or Etta are still alive. What would he even say to them now if they were. He has no idea.
Steve picks up the picture of Etta and Diana, smiling at his two favorite girls together.]
[ diana can't help but say it with a little smile. any mention or thought of etta candy has that effect. she thinks that her friend—their friend—would be thrilled with that. her vivacious energy lives on years later, just as steve's memory does with her.
standing behind him with her arms behind her back, she looks down at the picture of the two of them. she wishes she had more. her entire apartment is sparse but with only a few memories she could collect. their friends had been camera shy, and some of the photos have been lost to time and disarray. she wishes she had more time with each and every one of them.
if she suspects anything behind the reason why he's chosen to point out etta's photo, she doesn't clue in. he's missed out on so much—lives, celebrations, deaths, goodbyes. ]
She had a good day. She was bossing me around and everyone who dared be in her way. You know how she can be.
[ could be. a lot of diana's old friends are just that: past tense. ]
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u kno
let's go with elektra
d - d - davina
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the petrova plz
au on s5 where the growing old shit doesn't happen and steferine remains Gross
true to her brand of independentwoman.mp3, she'd packed her bags and had stolen stefan's car in the middle of the night. after assisting stefan in the first steps of recovering from his drowning-in-a-safe trauma and deciding he was fine by himself with no further use of her, she'd decided to look after her own.
her first step: tracking down a witch who could return her to her natural, vampiric state. (she'd found a name, but hadn't been able to google search him. who knew vincent griffith was a private man?)
her second step: protecting nadia from the travelers.
with her daughter in the wind upon her very firm and motherly request, katherine's decided her plan is infallible. it will work. it has to work. everything she has ever pursued has always worked in her favour, even with the few handsome hiccups along the way. she has someone to live for eternity with, and a new life she intends to build.
that life had never included stefan. she'd resigned herself to saying goodbye, just like she had in 1864 upon his death. cutting this tie with him was meant to be permanent.
of course, stefan decided to fuck that plan. she'd only gotten three days without him until he was on her tail. although she had been determined not to let him catch her, he had.
having wasted at least ten minutes at the vending machine cursing all the crap food she's forcing herself to eat, katherine begrudgingly returns to her motel room with a sulky, petulant frown. her room had been a one-bed, dingy little thing somewhere between atlanta and new orleans, and she'd intended for stefan's presence to be in the form of phone calls and him requesting she return his car.
he was never supposed to be here.
opening the door, she stands in the threshold and throws a packet of potato chips at his head. ]
Dinner.
[ then she moves in a flourish, as gracefully as she had as a vampire, snatching a magazine from a table before falling into an arm chair in the corner. she opens it up and ensures to lift her magazine to her face to block him from view. ]
a good au
it was so good i needed to take months to reply back
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davina only has one icon for now so forgive me until i hunt for more.
Her phoenix boyfriend helps. So does just growing up and growing past the hole that losing her parents left behind. And it isn't as though he isn't also going to be an incredibly powerful witch to boot.
Still, time is a good thing, as Davina needs to make sure that the cure will work. There was a lot of testing, a lot of misfires and a lot of bad batches that don't seem right at all, but eventually she gets it right. She has a cure she can be confident in. And when she presents it to him, at their kitchen table in San Francisco, she's unsure how he's going to react as he watches her lay it all out on the table.
She knows he wants to be a witch again. But does he want to be human again?]
So. [She moves to sit next to him.] What do you think?
even though i'm excited for this concept, the fact you only have one icon is unforgivable. i'm sry.
when talking about being witch again, it's all said in the hypothetical. of course, he knows there's a way to be one once more, but it's never been an option for him. that path has been rightfully barricaded with a troll not allowing him to pass. over the years, kol's learned to accept his jealousy and resentment of never getting to be a witch in his true body.
he'd always known davina would make anything and everything happen for him. she's made him happy, helped him control his own anger, and even forgive those like his brothers and sister who had wronged him in the past. if he had asked her for the world, she'd deliver it to him on a golden platter.
he wants to be a witch. now, with it within arm's rest, he isn't so sure if it's possible. ridiculous, isn't it?
quite aware of how uncharacteristically quiet he is, he clears his throat. ]
Well, love… [ he'd thought perhaps placing his hand on top of hers and drawing it into his lap would give him the words he needed, but they've escaped even his attempt. he lets out a loud breath, looking at their kitchen table as if it has blueprints of how this will all go down—what words to say, what words to not say, the thoughts to have and the ones to leave behind.
playing with her fingers, he looks at her. ] It's a very big step. [ for him, for her, for them. ] There's a very big chance I'll get wrinkles now.
[ that's not one of his main worries, but it's easier to break uncertainties, doubts, and even excitement with humour. ]
:( :( :(
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hn-enjcgV1o
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gimme iris
set early s6!
barry had gone to great lengths to retrieve nora's jacket for her. she knows this. even with this irrefutable fact in hand, iris can't help but hide it. the purple angers her, the shoulders are far too sharp for her own—every time to tries to wear it to get closer to nora, she feels like it's weighing her down and cutting into her as if the fabric's made of knives. it doesn't smell like her, either.
since's nora's disintegration—it can't be a death, she's not completely gone—iris has refused to wear purple. tonight she does, with a nice purple camisole that's almost as vibrant as xs' jacket.
she pulls barry closer on their walk through the city. it had started with no destination in mind, but iris has been gently steering him toward the park where he'd played baseball last year. it's not to bring up any painful memories—she had simply wanted to leave their loft and go for a walk, but she hadn't wanted to go alone. some part of her suspects barry had been feeling the same. ]
When was the last time we just went for a walk?
[ she peers up at him as if he's a skyscraper. pursing her lips and feigning confusion, she teases, ] I forgot what you look like outside of the lab.
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superflaaaaaaaaaaash
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omg i'm buzzing. au on the flash 6x07 and p much the crisis entirety of the timeline.
hold up: he's not avoiding his friends. he's most certainly not avoiding iris. he's simply… taking a step away. getting some space, even some clarity… he can talk to cisco, caitlin, ralph, and iris about this, he simply… doesn't want to. the shame, the guilt, and the anger he holds towards himself for giving in and hurting them is something he can't face, so barry does what barry does best: he runs.
calling ahead of time (he can't just expect supergirl to be free, let alone kara danvers), barry literally runs to kara's place, making a pitstop at an ice-cream vendor. the ice-cream's dripping down the cone by the time he makes it to her front door and across her threshold, but luckily enough, supergirl's here to save the day.
embarrassing and unforgivable ice-cream crisis has been successfully averted. at least one of the inevitable crises can be ticked off their bucket list.
sitting at her kitchen table with a quarter of his ice-cream devoured, barry avoids straight up telling kara why he's here. he knows she wants to know, but thankfully for him, she's patient. in his own time he'll tell her. unlike oliver, she doesn't push, prod, or demand to know what he's done now. ]
Did you try the ice-cream on Earth-1? [ he assesses his ice-cream up close. ] I think you have better ice-cream. Your cones are crunchier.
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Come on in, the door is wide open. Well, it is if you know the passcode. ]
get ready for this awesome au on endgame, set in peter's last year of high school.
he got an a on his science project!
it's a little mechanical spider that he made all on his own that he wants to show to tony. it's the thing that's going to get him into college… one of them, anyway. he hasn't really looked into where he can apply and hope to get into next year. he kind of figured maybe he'd fall into it?
tapping in the passcode to enter tony's workshop, he's uncharacteristically quiet. tiptoeing across the floor, he looks around the workshop in wonderment. it doesn't matter how many times he comes here, he still loves it. this is iron man's home. this is where everything began. ]
Mr Stark!
[ he sees his back at his desk, head in his hands.
rather than go to him, peter stops and stands in front of a great robotic skeleton. he's pretty sure he shouldn't touch it—it looks like it could be for mr rhodey—but his hand reaches out and…
yep. it's making a big beeping noise.
and lights are flashing.
shit. ]
a million years later
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i hope this works! figure we can do a crime boss kidnapping. c:
But this guy. This stupid fucking guy with his stupid sword that he pulled out of some stupid stone needs her help.
She hates that Malcolm took the call.
Sitting at her desk in her apartment, her bottle of whiskey's by her feet. Apparently it's not professional for her to keep it out on her desk for everyone to see, but she sure as hell wishes she had it now. She stares at him like he's grown a second head. ]
I need a drink.
[ But she doesn't lean down to grab her bottle. Instead, she rests her elbows on her desk and looks at Arthur over her clasped hands. ]
I know who you are and I know what special, freaky thing you carry that makes you pretty scary. Why do you need my help getting your friend back?
[ She knows why. Except for Luke, she's the only goddamn person in New York who has the ability to break down doors with a simple press of her finger. Unlike Luke, she can jump really high.
Unlike everyone she knows, she feels like she has to make up for letting Trish get that far away from herself, hence this conversation and hence her giving into Arthur's request she help him rescue his friend from some crazy dude.
It's just another day in the office. ]
back at you! hopefully this isn't just a confusing mess
since you're a demanding hat thief...
gimmie dick.
i hope this works!
which is why he isn't so sure why he's here. why hadn't he told brooke he couldn't come over? maybe it had something to do with not seeing her for a while or hearing that she's been having a few bad days—whatever the reason, he's at her place, trying to ignore how the deep bruises along his back and ribs aren't making him uncomfortable.
it's worth it, though: nightwing had pummelled a few bad guys and saved the day. at least the headlines were starting to be positive.
another thing batman taught him other than to never know personal boundaries: how to fake it. ]
I hate the rain.
[ maybe that's stereotypical, or maybe a surprise—he is a brooder, after all.
they're lying on her bed, his arm tucked around her and with her resting her head against his chest. dick hasn't taken his shirt off like he usually would; it's almost like he's planning on slipping away when she finally goes to sleep. it's raining loudly and hard outside, and the candles she's chosen to lit flicker in her dark room. it's peaceful, far peaceful than anything he's experienced in a while. ]
It's wet and cold. How can anyone like it?
it absolutely does 💖
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diana. au it up if you want!
minor ww84 spoilers, auing this up where bruce has clearly learned how to smile
dressed in bruce's long white button-up, diana has a cup of coffee—brewed herself, since she had kindly and firmly requested alfred sleep in this one morning—and a donut in her hands. she folds her legs underneath her as she takes a seat at the kitchen table, body turned to face bruce. his hair is messy and the greys are beginning to show a little more prominently. she thinks it makes him look well-lived.
lifting her cup to her lips, she doesn't drink from it. letting its heat warm her face, she licks and lips and inhales. ]
What would you do if you had the chance to wish for the one thing you've always wanted?
[ it's a secret she has kept tucked deep inside of her chest. sometimes, diana allows herself to think back on 1984 and remember the strange whirlwind sensation of being happy and whole. she had wished for steve to return so many times that she had stopped wishing for anything else. if anyone would understand the desperate meaning of a wish, she thinks it'd be bruce. ]
oh the au where she stole his shirts, no wonder he smiles
did you get the memo that that's canon? i sent it a few minutes ago via batmail
batmail must of eaten the notif too, dammit not!google
the notif was clearly too good to not eat
clearly batmail also ships wonderbat
batmail's looking for the wedding invites to mr and mrs prince
scuse, wouldnt it be prince-wayne
oh yes, prince-of themyscira-wayne
aklsghklashg omg
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yoooo ages later, but here is the bat as you requested
SPOILERS i would like to humbly request the presence of one badass lady pls
[ It's not that he doesn't know what the stakes are here. He realized how high they were when things started to fall apart here just with trying to stop Max Lord. Reality settled heavily when he spotted crimson and he'd felt his breath leave in a rush, not realizing how much he'd taken her seeming invincibility for granted until it suddenly wasn't working anymore.
She's as stubborn as he remembers, perhaps more with how much this new and amazing world has sharpened the softer edges that he remembers. She's determined to keep pushing and pushing, unable (or unwilling?) to accept what might be new and permanent limitations. Steve isn't about to just stand idly by and watch her drive herself into the ground when there's something he might've been able to do about it. ] Will you just---
[ He lunges a step or two in order to grab for her elbow, ready to dig his heels if he has to. Not that it'll do much if she decides to shrug him off but he's hoping she'll see reason. He steps in close, grateful for the chaos for the moment so no one scrutinizes them too harshly. ] You're bleeding. Let me help you.
i rudely deny you (also bullying you into ignoring that one thing re him being back)
[ diana thinks to shrug him off again, but the thought simply makes her feel sluggish and tired. never in her years has she truly felt this exhausted. when she worked late nights, stayed up until it was almost six in the morning, and had met impossible deadlines while being wonder woman on her lunch break had never worn her down like this.
sometimes she found herself jealous she would never feel the exhaustion he had when in veld. the human experience was one she had to learn without him, and diana, with him warm and her tucked against his side, doesn't wish to live that lonely existence once more. her face breaks and then she pulls herself back together just as quickly, not wanting to allow herself to even think of a life without him.
she wishes she could brush away his concern, steel herself once more, and be formidable and in control. she doesn't want him to worry about her; he's wasting precious minutes fretting. ]
It's just a little bit of blood. [ she says while inhaling deeply and wincing. leaning against him roughly, she pulls back to try and stand on her feet, losing her footing as she does. her boots feel strangely heavy on her feet.
in her quick bid to distract him from almost stepping on his toe, she reaches up to drunkenly brush her fingers against his forehead. with a smile, she teases, ] You're getting worry lines. They've very attractive.
wow that is v rude. (i will ignore the thing for u)
if i wasn't rude you would have to be super worried (thank you for your kindness)
you know
and he was fine. he was a healthy adult male who could fly jets and shoot a gun so surely he could survive a little time alone in a completely different and new year.
it won't be that hard. except, he cant' figure out what's ringing until a little blinking light catches his eye. )
A ha! Phone! ( it's...a strange looking phone but he knows it's a phone. so, he crosses the room and picks it up, expecting the cord to come along with it.
but, there's no cord and that... he doesn't have time to think about what he's done to the phone because the tinny voice of someone on the other end of the is calling diana's name. )
Uh, she's not — she's out.
( steve waves a hand underneath the phone, wondering if maybe the cord's very thin but no, there's nothing there. )
Can I take a message?
( the voice on the other end starts talking about something but steve's attention is caught when the door open and he spins, holding the phone up and looking guilty. )
I broke your phone. ( and all he'd done was pick it up. maybe he should have just stayed in bed, eating pop tarts and waiting for her to come back. )
jon snow, right?
she should've given him some instructions on what to do in case she needed to step out without him, like not answering her phones, not worrying about answering her phones, and perhaps merely taking some time (an easy amount of time) to get used to being alive and in a new decade. she should've told him to stay in bed. but even if she did, she doubts he'd have listened. steve, for all his goodness, was a horrible listener when it counted.
closing the front door of her apartment closed, she toes off her pumps and leaves them lying haphazardly to the side. with long strides, she closes the distance between them and gently peels the phone from his grip. ]
I will call you back.
[ hanging up the flip phone, she keeps it in her hand and smiles at him, peering at him like he's the sun. ]
Thank you for trying to take a message, but I do not need a secretary. I need a phone-breaking boyfriend, is that all right?
[ he'll have to forgive her greediness, but she's been without one for so long. ]
plz he knows nothing
she knows steve prince of themyscira knows nothing but how to take off his shirt hint hint
omg don't objectify him
those parachute pants do nothing for your ass
who knew you were an ass woman, diana?
is this the time to tell you that she's a steve woman?
that's gross get out of here with that grossness
i'm sorry but this is my home as my name is on the door
your name is gross? wow.
that's my true name, don't tell anyone please
i'm telling EVERYONE i know
but you know no one???
hey i am not jon snow
you do have the height for it... 🤔
don't be jealous that i'm a giant
kicks you in the shins
dumps you in a pit
joke's on you i am already in the pit
fills it with mud then
this will be good for my skin
way to be optimistic and shit
i will be the most beautiful tiny gremlin of them all!
and you will still sound like a chipmunk
i will sound like a beautiful chipmunk and you will be jealous, mafia boss
i will step you on you, chipmunk
how can you if i am so low to the ground???
i hired another chipmunk
that was my other personality
how many personalities you got, woman?
i'm a gemini so at least 70 minimum
i'm a gemini too and i only have five
you're a secretly chaotic gemini
or maybe i'm a libra!!! i don't know what that means but MAYBE
you're a sag, they're the worst and so are you 💖
your face sags
your bum sags more
your bum is your face
your face is my bum
ew gross no way
my ass is out of this world
your ass is a butt
and your face is an ASSFACE /mic drop
ooooo BURN
your face
your face's face
tall people never make sense
we're too busy making sure short people know when it's raining
ah, yes, by being my umbrella
ELLA ELLA ELLA couldn't help myself.
i'm embarrassed to be seen out with you
love me, love my terrible jokes
i'll take it under advisement but this can be fast tracked with a dog
i will give you a picture of a dog
i'll accept this as long as i get it now
i sent it airmail to you
does this include you piloting the plane?
hell no i'm sitting at home relaxing
i'm throwing you into the bin
stop throwing me into things!
picks you up and throws you once more
i'm too tall for you to throw
when i punch you in the knee and you double over you won't be so tall
i will fall on you when you knock me over
and i will become one with the wind and be agile enough to let the ground spikes catch you
you're so poetic, aren't you?
my poetry handle is shilliam wakespeare, you may have heard of me
wow can i have your autograph?
i autographed your nose earlier
i wanted you to sign my toe
i didn't want to tell you it was a bit smelly
how dare you it was not
it's okay that you're in denial, i'd be too if i smelled as bad as you
would you stop smelling me?!
no thank you
then you are not my friend
😔
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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She's in the shower and he is exploring the kitchen in search of said food and water. Though it'd be more accurate to say that he's supposed to be looking for food but getting distracted by all the new things that 1984 has to offer.
He hasn't a clue what frozen pizza is but he's definitely going to try it tonight. And what's this? A popsicle. Intriguing.]
Hey, have you seen these? [Yes, he is taking the entire box into the bathroom with him. It's good she appears to be done with the shower or he'd probably go in there with the popsicles too.]
Like ice cream but... purple flavored it seems.
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licking her lips, she looks at the popsicle box then up at steve with a small, warm smile. while in the shower, she'd been fretting about him being here—perhaps it was cruel to have wished for him, even though she had no idea that her wish could actually come true. maybe she should be out there, helping him figure out who he is in this new decade, find answers… but diana knows very deep in her soul that steve trevor is capable of being left alone for a few minutes. him presenting her a box of popsicles proves as much.
she's grateful he isn't frightened by this new world. much like she had taken to the world of man, he takes to 1984 with excitement, enthusiasm and a healthy dose of trepidation.
she bends down to dry off a leg. ]
They're popsicles. Like ice-cream, but less creamy. It's like frozen water. [ her brows furrow, wondering if that makes sense. she quietly asks herself what steve trevor would say, and she thinks that's it.
looking up at him, she smiles. ] Did you want to try one?
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ohwow what happened here, has it been 3 days already
It takes Steve a single turn around her apartment to realize that the only personal effects Diana has in her apartment, her grey, lonely looking apartment are from decades ago. Like she was physically in the present but mentally in the past, and he doesn't know entirely what to make of it except that it makes him sad.
He didn't want her to spend her life pining over him. And he didn't realize that she'd age so much slower than everyone around her.
It's been almost seventy years since he died and none of them were exactly young during the war. Steve isn't under any delusions that Charlie, Sammy, Chief or Etta are still alive. What would he even say to them now if they were. He has no idea.
Steve picks up the picture of Etta and Diana, smiling at his two favorite girls together.]
She looks happy.
YOU'RE LATE.
[ diana can't help but say it with a little smile. any mention or thought of etta candy has that effect. she thinks that her friend—their friend—would be thrilled with that. her vivacious energy lives on years later, just as steve's memory does with her.
standing behind him with her arms behind her back, she looks down at the picture of the two of them. she wishes she had more. her entire apartment is sparse but with only a few memories she could collect. their friends had been camera shy, and some of the photos have been lost to time and disarray. she wishes she had more time with each and every one of them.
if she suspects anything behind the reason why he's chosen to point out etta's photo, she doesn't clue in. he's missed out on so much—lives, celebrations, deaths, goodbyes. ]
She had a good day. She was bossing me around and everyone who dared be in her way. You know how she can be.
[ could be. a lot of diana's old friends are just that: past tense. ]
my apologies
i hate that you made me THINK about when that damn photo was taken
no you don't
you're right