The abyss stared back.

Jess, twenty-three, example of idiot plot. Reader-insert writer. Sideblog of @coastcities. Currently writing DC Comics fanfiction. Requests are closed.

[seasmonster]

Many of these fics are not posted yet, as I am working on editing the older ones before reposting. Many were originally posted on other blogs but they were written by me; message me for proof. Missing Harry Potter fics can be found on my old masterlist, and missing Supernatural fics can be found on AO3. Thank you for your patience. - Management

BARBARA GORDON

Same Ring; 1.1k, fluff

JASON TODD

Better Near You; 300, fluff

SIRIUS BLACK

Would You Be So Kind?; 800, songfic, fluff

Like Tomorrow Won’t Arrive; ~1k, angst

CEDRIC DIGGORY

Wedding Planning; 300, fluff

When You’re Happy, I’m Happy; 200, fluff

Were You Crying?; 200, fluff

NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

Metamorphmagic; 1k, humor

REMUS LUPIN

Scars and Tattoos; 1.7k, soulmate au

Love Potion No. 9; series

Your Lips Are So Kissable; 700, fluff

JAMES POTTER

Can’t Take It; 900, fluff

Confetti; 600, fluff

BILL WEASLEY

Always on My Mind; ???, angst/fluff

Bitter Taste; ???, fluff

My Princess; ???, fluff

Sorry I Yelled; ???, fluff

CHARLIE WEASLEY

Crying at a Ball; ???, fluff

PETER PEVENSIE

Savage Daughter; ???, angst

ADAM MILLIGAN

DEAN WINCHESTER

[coastcities-archive]

Okay but imagine Jason Todd with a narrative foil who grew up on the streets with him only to be taken under Catwoman swing instead of Batman’s. Imagine knowing that every choice they chose the other chose differently and imagine them loving eachother because sometimes starcrossed doesn’t mean dead it just means being at two diffrent ends of the spectrum

Jason is twelve and his palms are bloody and his ribs are bruised and he wishes he could just give up, because jail or death has to be better than this constant fighting, this constant running, this constant uncertainty, but there’s a girl and she’s good, beneath it all, and she’s something worth surviving for.

You’re twelve and your face is bruised from a man who didn’t want his wallet stolen, but the shopping bag you carry has a loaf of yesterday’s bread in it and some deli meat, and Jason said he’d be waiting for you under the overpass, and he is, and he smiles when he sees you.

Jason is thirteen and a bat falls from the sky and takes him under its wing, and he wants her there — wants her there more than anything — but he waits to see if the rug is going to be pulled out from under him, if Bruce Wayne is secretly more dangerous than the streets were, and by the time he’s sure that he isn’t, by the time he goes back to find her and beg Bruce to save her, too, she’s gone.

You’re thirteen and Jason is gone and the sound of sirens is still echoing around in your skull when Catwoman gets down to your eye level and says that she’s been watching you, that she knows about the wallets and the jewelry and money, that she thinks you’re special, and she promises that if you wake her hand and trust her a little, she’ll give you a place to sleep and food you don’t have to steal.

Jason is fifteen and he knows that the girl perched gracefully on the windowsill is her; he can recognize her voice despite the smoothness she now forces onto it, and an awful feeling turns in his stomach because he knows this is the moment he’s supposed to catch her, because he’s a hero and she’s a criminal and there’s a hard line between them, or else he should at least beg her to drop the necklace in her hand or ask her why she’s doing what she’s doing, but her face is fuller now, her skin less bruised and broken, and he can’t blame her, not for any of it.

You’re fifteen and Jason is staring at you like you’re a ghost, and you think to yourself that that isn’t true — you’re not the ghost, you’re not the one who changed, you’re not the one who appears and disappears at will, you’re here, you’re alive, you’re doing what you need to do to be alive, and you’re not gonna let some little bird make you feel bad about putting your needs first when he’s the one who left you behind to go live in a place with servants.

Jason is seventeen and he is dead.

You’re seventeen and Jason is dead and the Joker is dead and Catgirl is dead; Selina’s one line was murder and you crossed it and there’s no coming back from that, so she protects you by saying that her daughter was killed in a car accident but she never wants to see you again, and you respect that.

Jason is twenty and he’s in Gotham again, guns ablaze and heart broken, because the two people he came back to this hell hole for — the girl he loved and the man who killed him — are dead and there’s nothing for him, but he can do something, he can clean up Gotham the way his father mentor never could, he can get rid of the druglords and the traffickers and the hitmen and he can be damn good at it.

You’re twenty and you’ve gotten used to the smell of blood; it isn’t a job you’d say you enjoy but the pay is good and you’re damn talented, and college was out of the question the day your mother buried an empty casket, and hell — being the hero was Jason’s gig, not yours.

[sergeantkilowog]

moodboard: blue!riley

“You act like it’s some huge, catastrophic mission we’re going on. Relax, Rayner! It’s only the universe.”

riley jordan is @beskarjedi‘s green lantern oc

[seasmonster]

Small announcement: I’m not going to be continuing any of my Harry Potter WIPs, and I’m strongly considering deleting all of my previous HP fics off of my blogs (perhaps leaving them up on Wattpad, but nowhere else.)

I’m no longer in the fandom, and I don’t have any intentions of returning. While I knew the whole time that JK Rowling was a terf, I didn’t understand until recently how much damage she, as just one woman, has caused to the lives of trans people (especially trans women) in the UK.

While I don’t blame anyone who remains in the fandom or creating HP-related content (there’s a separation of art and artist, I know) the whole thing has left an awful taste in my mouth and I no longer want to be a part of it.

[thefourcorpsmen]

oc: arley gluck (and @beskarjedi‘s riley jordan)

“I know my sister like my own mind. I will choose her happiness over mine, every time.”

[seasmonster]

Young Justice Roadtrip Social Media AU — Masterlist

“A few days with the old team; just us, the road, and, y’know, a little bit of shenanigans.”

Wally West x Arley Gluck (OC — @thefourcorpsmen)

Dick Grayson x Riley Jordan (OC — @seasmonster)

➳ Intro: Arley & Riley

➳ Intro: Canon Characters

➳ Part 01

[thefourcorpsmen]

dickriley webweaving for @beskarjedi

on earth we’re briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong /  “utile devices” by sufjan stevens / editors page: the long and the short of it by richard siken /  we are hard by margret atwood / “cruel summer" by taylor swift / wishbone by richard siken / red glove by holly black

[thefourcorpsmen]

for @beskarjedi​ because they come up with the best shit!

oc: Riley ‘Kid Courage’ Jordan

[seasmonster]

Who Are You? ➳ Riley Jordan (OC)

Summary: After becoming an amputee, Riley Jordan — formerly known as Green Lantern or Kid Courage — struggles to find her identity.

Word Count: 551

A/N: For the @birdsoffanfictionnet​ DC OC event!

“Who are you?”

Dinah did this every time they trained; ever since Riley lost her arm and leg. She stood tall, gave the ex-Green Lantern a challenging stare and asked, ‘who are you?’ And every time, Riley gave the same answer — sometimes robotic, sometimes exasperated, sometimes annoyed. Never in a way that satisfied Dinah.

“I’m Riley Jordan.”

And then their fists would fly, just as they had for the past seven years, but different now. Riley wasn’t going to pretend everything was the same the way Wally and M’gann and Oliver tried to. She lost her ring, her agility, her future.

The body parts, she could live without. She didn’t mind putting on the prosthetics every morning. She didn’t care about the chair in the shower. She’d gotten used to looking at herself. None of that bothered her.

But she wasn’t a hero anymore.

“Excuse me?”

A small voice pulled Riley’s attention away from her book and she turned to find a young boy — seven, maybe — standing beside her, staring wide-eyed.

“Are you Kid Courage?” he asked. “R-Riley Jordan?”

She offered him a smile. “I’m Riley Jordan,” she confirmed. Not Kid Courage, not anymore. “And what’s your name?”

“Mikey,” he answered. “I have a poster of you in my room.”

Her throat constricted. “Do you? Well I am honored to hear that, Mikey, and very glad to meet you.” She glanced around for his parents and found none.

Before she could ask about them, he took the seat next to her on the bench and spoke, “you fight bullies, right?”

She nodded slowly. “I do.”

“Even ones that are bigger than you?”

A light laugh escaped her. “Well, yeah. Most of the people I fight are. I don’t let ‘em scare me, though, no matter how big they are.” Her head tilted slightly. “Is someone bullying you at school, Mikey?”

“No,” he answered. “Not at school.”

Fist meets jaw, criminal meets jail cell, and — if there’s any good in the world — abuser meets justice. It was an old story, but a good one.

Riley’s organic knuckles were bleeding, and her metal ones had blood on them, and there was a shallow cut on her side from when Jared Ashton thought it a good idea to pull a knife on her. How he could have made that mistake after living in Coast City all these years was beyond her.

City Protector’s Weakness: Poorly Handled Switchblades.

Riley crouched in front of Mikey as the police station bustled around them. His mother, whose eye was black and nose shared the same crookedness hers had, gripped onto his shoulders tightly, like she thought the world might fall apart if she ever let him go.

“My dad’s going to jail?” he asked.

Riley nodded.

“Will he stay there?”

Riley wasn’t a liar. She didn’t make empty promises, no matter how reassuring. “I hope so. But even if he doesn’t, he’s not going to come back to you. I’ll make sure you and your mom are safe.”

Mikey held up his pinky. “You promise?”

She linked hers with his. “I promise.”

Dinah stood before her again, that same challenging expression on her face. “Who are you?”

The corner of Riley’s mouth ticked up. She lifted her fists.

“I’m Riley Jordan.”

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[seasmonster]

“Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!” - dickriley. Like dick goes out his way for her after years of rejecting her, CAN YOU IMAGINE HER REACTION

Lara... I don’t think you can imagine her reaction.

Dick could have died. He would have died were her reflexes not inhumanly fast. Half a second later, even the tiniest bit of hesitation on her part, and he’d be burned to a crisp.

Riley might have died, too, if he hadn’t shown up, but that was beside the point. That was part of the deal when she became a Green Lantern, that she’d be willing to lay down her life if the universe asked it of her. It was the risk she’d chosen to take when she volunteered to stay back and contain the explosion while the rest of the squad got to safety.

Now as they sat on the beach, both of them out of breath, she watched him with anger burning in her stomach. “I told you to go,” she said.

“You were sacrificing yourself. Again. Just like when we were kids.”

“I’m team leader. I get to make that decision!” she barked.

“Team leaders aren’t supposed to lay down their lives like soldiers!” He pushed himself up and started walking away from her, burying the limp that he’d earned from his bruised ribs.

That wasn’t fair, him questioning her leadership ability, not when he was the reason she became leader in the first place. She only carried that weight so he didn’t have to. “Don’t walk away from me,” she called, getting up to follow after him.

He stopped in his tracks, his back tense as he turned his eyes up to the stars.

Riley came up and placed herself in front of him, squaring her shoulders. “Just tell me why you did it!”

“Because I’m in love with you, okay?!” he snapped.

The wind was knocked out of her.

He had to be lying. He must have thought that was what she wanted to hear, and he was only saying it to shut her up, to get her off his back. He didn’t love her. He didn’t love her. She’d loved him for years, waited and tried and hoped that his heart would turn to her and it never did. She’d stared in the mirror for hours wondering what the hell was wrong with her, why she wasn’t good enough for him. She’d cried on Wally’s shoulder and then begged him on her knees not to say anything. She watched Dick kiss Zatanna just hours after finding out she was his soulmate.

He didn’t love her. He was lying. He had to be lying.

It was so much worse than anything else he could have said.

“Riley?” he asked. His voice was softer now, even concerned, and it made her realize she was crying. He took a step closer to her, reaching out to touch her arm.

She jerked away from his hand, stepping back. “No, no, no, no,” she mumbled, shaking her head and wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. “Don’t—don’t say that. You don’t — don’t tell me things you don’t mean. It’s not fair.”

“Riles...”

Her eyes closed tight. “You can’t do that to me. After everything, you can’t yank me around. I’ve loved you for so long. You know I love you. It’s not fair.” She wrapped her arms around herself, cold despite the suit.

“No. Fuck. Baby—” he stepped forward again, taking her face in his hands. His gloved thumbs swiped over her cheeks, wiping away the tears that kept coming— “baby, no. God, no. I wouldn’t do that to you. I’d never lie to you about that. I’m so sorry. I love you. I mean it. You have all of me. I’m so sorry.”

Slowly she allowed her hazel eyes to open and look up at him. His gaze was soft and sincere. Her lips parted slightly.

“My heart is yours,” Dick continued, leaning into her. “It’s always belonged to you, ever since we were children. I promise. I’ve just been too much of a coward to give it to you. But it’s yours.”

“You promise?” she whispered.

“I promise.” He lowered his head until his nose brushed against her cheekbone. “I love you. I’m sorry. I’m never going to hurt you again.”

[seasmonster]

Request by @spooderham for my OC Vivien Nguyen x Jason Todd; “You haven’t lost me.”

Viv looked at him in the lamp light — his jaw was more pronounced now, his features less soft, his body far larger, and his black hair had a streak of white in it at the front, but he was undoubtedly, unquestionably Jason. No matter how many years passed or how much he changed, she would recognize him anywhere. She would recognize him in death.

“I told you before, Firefly,” he spoke, his hand cupping her cheek, “that I loved you and that was never going to change.”

“We were children. We were completely different people, Jay. You couldn’t possibly mean that.”

He dipped his head down until his nose brushed hers. “You’ve always got some excuse not to believe me.”

A small sigh escaped her. Her eyes fluttered closed.

“I’ve been in town long enough to know,” said Jason. “I know what kind of woman you’ve become, and I still love you. My heart is still yours.”

Just when she thought he was going to kiss her, he pulled back.

“But I know what I’ve become, and I know it’s not what you signed up for. You wanted a hero, and that’s not what I am. So if I’ve lost you, I understand. It’s okay.”

She looked up at him, searching his green eyes. He was right, he wasn’t the Robin she’d fallen for all those years ago. His alleyway rescues had taken a different tone. He was cleaning up Gotham in a way he never could have before — a way she and Bruce still wouldn’t. This Jason could shoot a man and not flinch. He was a hard man.

And the little girls in Crime Alley were safer for it. Women were starting to walk the streets at night without their keys gripped between their knuckles like claws. Kids could stand at the bus stop without worrying if today was the day they disappeared. He wasn’t killing for the sake of killing — it wasn’t even bloodlust — he was doing what he needed to do for the people who needed help. They were his reason. He might not have been the hero Batman wanted him to be, but he was the hero Gotham actually needed. He was the hero she, at fourteen, would have felt safer to have.

He was a hard man with a soft heart. The same heart he’d always had.

Viv took one of his hands in hers and stepped back, climbing onto her foot locker to come to his eye level — a necessity that earned her a tiny, amused smile, though his eyes stayed cautious. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands moving to her waist automatically, and she brushed her lips against his.

“You haven’t lost me,” she whispered.

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[seasmonster]

Hey, a little update: I’m taking a small break right now to wind down from a series of things that happened in my personal life, and also work on creating habits of self-care, which is why I haven’t updated FIYH yet. I still plan to continue it, it just may be a few more weeks before I do. Thank you for your patience! Love you all. 💕

[thefourcorpsmen]

If I Were Born A Blackthorn Tree

Summary: Arley Gluck wasn’t some prophesied hero; she was just a girl who got chosen by a glowing green ring to protect her sector of space and if that meant fighting criminally insane clowns and nefarious immortal war lords then so be it, it was what came with the job.Falling in love with her best friend however was something that didn’t come with the job, it wasn’t advised and all around it was a terrible idea, and yet Arley Gluck refused to stop herself.

FF.net — Ao3

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Chapter One — Independence day “If I was born as a blackthorn tree I’d wanna be felt by you, held by you.”

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[coastcities-archive]

This is so cute!!! Ahh!!! I love her!!

[seasmonster]

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Wally West - Now That It’s Over

Pairing: Wally West x Reader Prompt: “they said it would bring some closure to say your name” + “I brought some roses, but they can’t really help” + “I’d do anything to see you one last time” Summary: you and Wally were pretty close, just about to cross over the line of friends to lovers, but a tragedy rocks both him and the team to their votes Warnings: language, angst, character death Word Count: 1.1k A/N: I’m not coming off my hiatus just yet, I was just in the mood for angst and had to get this out. Bring some tissues, this is a sad one

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[seasmonster]

Pain. Pure pain.