Making myself sad with a scene for a potential Radio apple fanfic but make it another Fae AU
Backstory or context: The scene is Lucifer and Alastor sitting at the grave of his mother who was a forsaken Fae (in this universe they are Fae who willingly gave up their connection to the Fae lands to be basically mortal, if not themselves then their direct descendants. In this case Alastor's grandmother gave up her connection to the world of the Fae to be mortal. Idk why she gave it up at this point but she did. Thus Alastor's mom is forsaken as well being her daughter not allowed to return to the world of Fae. The reason Alastor is not considered a forsaken is due to his father also being a fae (unknown to his mother) and a prince. So hes a halfling in a sense. One step in the mortal realm and one step in the fae realm. When he is born he exists in this in between state. His mother is close to the spirits and a practitioner of some sorts. So when her baby is born she notices the shadows reaching out towards her son unable to fully grasp him. So she knows there is something about him. This will not be confirmed until after his 1st birthday.
Back in the Fae realm the Dark court's royal family is thrown in shambles when Alastor's father makes a deal with the Root for more power or something like that. (Keeping with the possibility of him not being a good man like in canon. Hence why is not around in Alastor's life and also cuz hes dead by the time hes born). No clue on the specifics of the deal other than it somehow relates to the shadows wanting Alastor.
So after a year I was originally thinking the court of Light recieves a prophecy about the child cloaked in shadows. This prompts in this case just the Speaker (instead of speaker of God ) to travel to the mortal realm looking for the child. Eventually she makes her way to the Bayou where Al and mom live. She observes them for a time to confirm this is indeed the child. She then concocts a lie about how the Fae world is seeking balance and for one taken (Al's dad) one must return to take his place. And it can only be someone of his blood. She tells Al's mom that by 21 if he is not returned to the Fae world by then he will in mortal words die (or return to the cosmic energies of the universe). She feels terrible that she must lie from one mother to another. This of course breaks Al's mom's heart. She could certainly choose not to listen but then the shadows will forcibly take him. The speaker does extend an olive branch of sorts (despite the prophecy making it very clear Al will be an important player) that he could perform the forsaken ritual and live out his life as a mortal but it will be difficult as the shadows when they choose someone do not let go easily. Al's mom decides she will let the choice rest with her son. He will grow knowing that one day he will have to choose. Thus the speaker visits periodically to check in on Al. And this keeps with Canon a bit in that he begins his serial killer stage. Whatdoya know one of these nights follow canon in that he is definitely shot. But this time Roo appears from his shadow to make a sort of deal with him. Return to her to the realm of the Fae and she will save him just this once. Ofc he makes the deal on the condition his mother is "taken care of." Words are important so little does he know he accidently sentenced her to death. (He doesn't find this out though until later in the story.
And then the story progresses but this is the scene stuck in my head right now.
The little grave sits nestled under the wispy of a weeping willow. In the distance is a cacophony of sounds from the Lousiana Bayou. Gators bellowing, the bzzt of dragon fly wings, the hoot of an owl, all things from a time before Alastor,'s hands were soaked in blood, a time before he truly comprehended how cruelty wrapped so effortlessly around him like a second skin. Before fate so easily ripped him away from one of the only people to ever love him without conditions. Now here he was, with those blood soaked hands leading the 2nd person to ever love him so effortlessly. A wordless introduction. Because he simply could not bring himself to speak.
He needed not worry though. Of course the chattery fae of Light would try to lift the light mood.
"Hahaha, if I didnt know any better I'd say you brought me here to bury me."
He couldn't help the huff that left him. Leave it to Lucifer to make jokes at perhaps not the best time. It did help to ease his solemn mood. He kneeled pulling his mate down with him.
"I'd have already buried you if I had such inclinations. Perhaps at that first distraterous dinner we met."
"Hahaha yeah that was a shitshow. Literally." Lucifer kneeled beside him careful not to disturb the earth around him too much.
"Soooo, what is this?."
Impatient to a fault. Alastor couldn't believe his heart belonged to such a menace.
"I wanted to introduce you to someone very important. The only other person to hold my heart."
At that Lucifer's joking demeanor dimmed. He and Alastor had talked about his mom. Hell it'd be weird if they hadnt with all they'd been through and how close their relationship developed. The regret that still ate at his deer. Lucifer knew he was a little special to the other man, but he didnt know he'd ever be granted to the shrine of his beloveds mother. (Ignore the red engagement ring around his finger. This one is a little dense even on his best day)
In awe, lucifer let go of the red tipped hand clinging to his. He reverantly brushed his blackened hand along the grain of the stone holding his breath. To this woman he owed so much. Had it not been her love and devotion tethered to her son, both He and Lucifer wouldn't be be here to even visit. Reunited in the ether perhaps, but he quite liked living thank you very much. He still had a daughter of his own that needed him. Especially as her project to regain connection to the mortal realm gained more traction. Hopefully in the future forsaken Fae descendants could have the option to choose. Never again would there be a situation similar to Alastor's. Not if Lucifer and Charlie could help it. That didnt help in the now though.
Lucifer knew how much it hurt that his mate would never get the warm comforting embrace that only a mother could dispense. Never would he taste the cooking filled with so much love, never dance under the moonlight like they did in days far gone past. With that in mind Lucifer emitted a soft glow gathering a small smidge of light. He determined a light court passing ceremony (albeit with modifications) was in order. Firstly veering from words he knew by heart to instead speak of honest truth.
"Thank you, Ms. Hartfelt, for giving life to such an amazing man- who i only sometimes want to strangle with my bare hands. He may not believe me but I know he is good. Too good. The land of Fae has taken and taken, instead of giving. And throughout it all, he never forsook your legacy. Yes he's killed, both as a mortal and as a Fae. But all of it was done with reason. Be it self defense or because they deserved it. I only hope you find me worthy of loving your son and I look forward to meeting you in the ether, just uhh- hopefully not soon. Cause I do wanna love Bambi a long time." Rubbing the back of his neck he continued sheepishly. Hoping to the ancestors he was not overstepping.
"In the meantime, I release this guiding light in the form of two fireflies so that you may find your way back to him. Here in the Fae realm our ancestors guide us in the form of dreams, visions, or even signs in our daily lives. So, please, continue to guide us both from afar. Uhh if it's not too much to ask, Ma'am."
With that the fireflies flutter away into the Bayou joining more of their kind in a mesmerizing dance of light.
"Seems she heard you."
Alastor had grabbed Lucifer's hand and pulled him up close. All around them even more fireflies joined the clearing swirling around in a beautiful display. Even as a fae from the court of Light their dance was the most mesmerizing sequence he had ever seen.
"Let us join these illuminating little fellows and dance, my perfect guiding star."
Lucifer blushed as he was lead into the first sequence. The sounds of the bayou retreated as the whole world faded and became simply them and the dancing lights.
A perfect union of shadows and light. Fate couldn't have written it better.
And thats the scene with some background context. No editing because I doubt ill ever get around to writing a full length fic. I really love the few fae fanfic I've read of these 2. This is just a take I had appear in a dream literally last night and it hasn't left my mind.
The Nazi Israeli army began sweeping, destroying and bombing buildings on a very large scale, using weapons that we have never heard of before and that are very strange, as shown in the picture.
The Israeli incursion into the heart of Gaza City has forced countless families to flee south, leaving behind their homes, memories, and everything they hold dear. Imagine over 2 million people crammed into an area smaller than 40 kilometers, struggling to survive under constant bombardment. Streets that were once filled with life are now ruins; hospitals are overwhelmed, and basic necessities are scarce. Children are terrified, families are torn apart, and nowhere feels safe. This is not a battle it is collective punishment, a humanitarian nightmare unfolding in real time, and the world cannot turn away.
Map of Gaza City:
🔻 Blue: Fully controlled by Israeli forces
🔻 Red: Almost fully controlled by Israeli forces
🔻 Green: Currently under heavy fire, with many displaced people and civilians inside
🔻 Remaining areas: Where most of the remaining civilians are located
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I seriously cannot get a Hazbin x Grey's anatomy au out of my head. Like, I might actually have to sit down and write this. For now though its just fun to think about.
So, first question, what surgeon do you think everyone would be?
Me personally I'm thinking Lucifer is definitely a neuro guy. Personally I headcanon him as The Mcdreamy in this au (just without the very sad death).
Charlie is 100% the new surgical resident who wants to follow in her dad's footsteps and starts at the hospital where Lu did his residency.
Vaggie is also a new resident but I'd say her and Charlie dont meet until they both end up at the same hospital. Id imagine her being very singularity focused on one specialty like Christina was for cardio all the way in the beginning.
Angel could also be a new intern or maybe a year ahead. Either way hes hard-core crushing on the grumpy lab tech (Husk).
Maybe Rosie would be into plastics or smth?
And ofc Alastor im thinking is either ortho or maybe cardio. I'd also imagine him to take the Miranda Baily role of being the hardass teacher that secretly cares.
What are your thoughts?
The story would start with Lu coming back to his old hospital after the official divorce from Lilith and getting a job there to be closer to Charlie. They'd have been separated since Charlie's high-school years though.
It'd ofc be RadioApple centric maybe? Or equally switch to everyone's drama? Idk. It just wont leave my head so id like to see other people's thoughts.
Disclaimer though, I do know the actual GA is inaccurate but if I do ever write it, my brother is in medschool so I could always get his help to keep things semi-accurate.
this and also fanfic writers choosing to write a chapter a year, because they don’t want to write more often than that, or abandoning their works entirely because they lose interest and don’t feel like continuing anymore is also a valid reason, and you’re an entitled asshole if you attack, guilt trip or shame them for it (being sad/disappointed is completely okay and normal, you can’t control how your mind feels and reacts to something, what matters is that you respect the author’s decision and don’t be a dick to them about it).
fanfic writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. they’re kind enough to let you read their works for free. they don’t owe you any explanation. they don’t owe you the details of their personal lives. they don’t owe you anything.
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