my headcanon is that Dream is the youngest brother and that Nightmare was like.. more of a parent than a brother.
..in some sense.
the reason Dream is so driven to save them is that he refuses to give up. He’s stubborn— a natural trait. The supporters in the omega timeline only drive him to achieve his goal.
They want peace, and because of that they trust him to protect their timeline from the bad guys.
The bad sanses—Nightmare— sees the omega timeline as a sort of “infinite fuel.” Something that they desperately need to defeat Dream, thousands of monsters producing mass amounts of negativity.
Though they do have other worlds that produce negative energy.. never that much. That much energy— that much power would make them unstoppable. And they’d sacrifice anything to get that power.
Request: @lanthanum12 Hello friend! I was wondering if I could request a story? I'd like a platonic Mairon & gender neutral reader or oc story. Preferably with a redeemed Mairon! Please keep the relationship between Mairon and reader platonic. Thank you so much! :D
Genre: angst/redemption/hurt no comfort
Pairing: Sauron/Mairon x Platonic Reader
Summary: Now, the dark lord, the tyrant, the bane of Middle-earth, he was your son. And though the world cursed his name, you could not sever the bond you shared.
AN: Thank you for requesting this dearest friend! I hope you like it. Honestly, he deserves this because he's just a baby.
“I do not wish to be kind. I do not wish to be noble,” Mairon whispered, his voice brittle as he lay in your lap. A note of complaint mixed in his whine.
Your fingers wove gently through his hair, brushing through the strands as if to soothe away the ages of torment he had endured.
It had been so long since you last held your son. Your estranged child, who had wandered so far from the path that once bound him to you.
He had lost his way. Lost his name. Forgotten his form and the very song of his being in his unyielding devotion to his lord.
And so you listened. Your heart ached at the bittersweet joy of his return, mingled with the pain of his proximity. Your throat tightened, choked with words you could not say, with sobs you dared not release. Silent, you let him pour his heart out. Your son was home, but the realization of how little of him remained broke you.
He had been so young. Decades-old, still a fledgling, when the Vala of darkness cast his shadow over him.
What began as an innocent infatuation, a harmless curiosity, had grown into something no one could have foreseen.
Now, the dark lord, the tyrant, the bane of Middle-earth, he was your son. And though the world cursed his name, you could not sever the bond you shared.
Mairon, born of the fragments of your song, had once been your precious child. His music had mirrored the light of Laurelin and Telperion, the brightness that once gilded the Blessed Lands. He had been your laughter, your joy, given form.
But your son had burned too brightly.
And the dark lord had coveted him, drawn him in, much like Fëanor’s Silmarils.
But you were no elven prince, bound by pride or vengeance. You were a Maia, simple, obscure, a servant of the halls of Vana, forgotten even by your own child.
Yet your love for him had never faltered.
"Do you remember me?" you wished to ask. "Did you ever miss me, as I longed for you? Did your heart ache for me when I did not come to your rescue? Forgive me. Stay with me, my darling Mairon."
Your thoughts rang loud and desperate in your mind. "Let me bear his pain. Let me repent for him. He is a child," you had begged the All-Father. Day and night, your life had been spent in prayer for him.
In all the vast expanse of Arda, there was one who prayed for him.
And now, you held your son. He still felt too small. Too fragile. Like the little flame you had once cradled in your arms.
“Mairon,” you whispered, and your tears came unbidden. “Mairon,” you repeated senselessly, nestling your face against his cheek. His name was all you had left of him.
Of all the speeches, the scoldings, and the pleas. Only his name remained.
You were weakened by all that had come to pass. Right and wrong had long since ceased to exist. You just wanted him close. Away from harm. You wanted to hold your precious.
With his head in your lap, Mairon fell silent. His form stiffened at the wet warmth of your tears against his cheek. The trembling of your fingers in his hair sent a shiver through him.
He pointedly avoided your gaze, his eyes falling shut as if to ward off the crushing wave of emotion threatening to break him.
And yet, even as he struggled to hold onto the fleeting fragments of his dignity, he did not pull away.
His pain was yours. Every act of his cruelty had been etched into your soul. You terrible son, you thought. You, who marred the world. You, who tore mothers from their children, and became the cause of grieving mothers.
Yet, parts of him had failed to fade.
“Meow,” a plaintive mewl echoed from the past. Mairon, a small kitten, struggling with the blades of grass your fellow Maiar of Vana teased him with.
Chasing after the green stalk, he had sprung from a rock into your waiting palms. Looking up at you with a whine, his golden eyes followed the blade, insistent and determined.
His first form had been that of a kitten. Endearingly known as Tevildo by your friends. “Hush, no teasing my dearest,” you had scolded them gently, earning soft laughter as Mairon let out a contented mew, finally victorious.
Tevildo had remained. A form that comforted him in the harshest of times, a fragment of innocence that lingered amidst the darkness.
Even in the marred forms of his being, your Mairon had somehow held onto his past.
Now, as his face remained hidden in your lap, you pressed a gentle kiss to his scarred cheek. “You do not have to be noble, my darling, nor perform acts of good,” you whispered, kissing the hands that had once been tiny paws.
“Just stay here...” Your voice trembled with restrained sobs. “In the light of Aman. Do not hurt others, Mairon. Do not let yourself be hurt. Do not isolate yourself. Find redemption and forgiveness, from the Quendi, from the Maiar, from the Valar, and from yourself. I know you can do it because you are my most precious darling.”
You smiled faintly, rubbing his shaking form.
“Look after yourself,” you whispered. “Learn to laugh and love. Make amends with Aulë. And Lady Vána too. She cares for you. Even Lord Manwë does. They know you were just a child. No one will deny you forgiveness.”
Tears blurred your vision, making it difficult to gaze at him before the end. “Promise me, dearest,” you pleaded, pulling him to face you. “Promise me you will do all this.”
And the tiny face of a kitten rested on your palm. Tevildo let out a soft whimper, his tiny paws latching onto your robe as if to hold back the inevitable.
“Be my darling son,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head. “Allow me this, my darling. Allow me one last effort for my son. My last labor as your parent, my precious.”
His cries rang loud, echoing through the halls of Mandos as the bleakness of the Void greeted you. Without complaint, you stepped into it.
This was your penance.
The first time Mairon had held the ring, his heart had soared with love. This soul had reached back to him from the engravings of his rings.
Cradling its warmth in his palm Mairon ran his fingers over the metal.
"My precious," the words that left his lips had stilled him. A face of the past came to mind. His heart trembled at your voice that rang in his ears.
"My precious," you had called him, your lips brushing his cheek with a loving kiss. "My Mairon." He could see your smile, warm and tender, and the memory struck him with unexpected force.
It had been too long, he had forgotten it. Or so he thought.
Holding onto his greatest creation, Mairon's first thought had been of you.
Two words that filled him with aching want to hear them. To be held and to be with the one who once called him with such love.
In the lush valleys of Vána, Mairon chased the green stalk that evaded his paws. He mewled at the elders who refused to hand it to him.
Reaching for it with determination, he ran in circles, surrounded by merry giggles. He was fond of the sound, yet his heart felt woefully wrong as he was denied the stalk despite his efforts.
He made his irritation known with wistful mewls, earning another round of soft laughter.
Lost in his game, his feet slipped over a rock, but a pair of warm, gentle hands caught him. Lady Vana’s touch was kind, yet it felt so wrong.
And in an instant, his heart filled with sorrow. A lingering grief, sharp and relentless, that sneaked up in moments like these.
For in those moments, his heart yearned for you.
Alone in Arda, his cries failed to reach you.
Cradled in Vana’s palms, his cries were inconsolable. Soft whimpers, heavy with a sorrow no one could soothe, silenced the company.
What if I wrote a low-key redemption fic where Harry and Adam break it off for good...
Adam would just spiral into self pity and misery, that would affect his work even more. Shruti will try to help and with time he would come to his senses and become an actual mentor for her. He would apologize for the asshole he was and gift her a notebook similar to his, where she could keep track of the delivered babies...
Pls tell me I should... It would be set somewhere after episode 2 so I can skip around all the sad things...
While there isn't much I can say about it at the moment, I'm planning a Stranger Things AU short where a time paradox sends Billy Hargrove back to 1984 to right his wrongs and save the life of girl whom he falls for from himself as well as save his own life.
"It's really strange. Ah feel like Ah am evil. But yet...Ah ain't at the same time. Ah'm written that way.” Maniac paused before letting loose go a full scale rant.
“But still! Ah know everyt'ing about being a villain! Ah know all about evil schemes, world domination, treating yer accomplices well, evil laughter, hating the protagonist, every'thing!"
"Of course!" Robby nodded.
"We understand." Carly Beth said with a sympathetic smile.
"And after all that,” complained the doctor. “Ah'm supposed to be beaten by the hero and watch my plans go up in smoke! That's all a villain's go for!"
Robby looked thoughtful. “It doesn't really seem fair on you Doc. But that shouldn't cloud who you are as a person. I thought I couldn't make a single friend until I met Billy and the other VSGS."
"Yeah,” agreed Carly Beth. “and I thought I'd never be free from the Mask, but I did and I am. So I'm going to ask you, not as a character but as a person...
Who is Dr. Maniac?"
@blondwolfart, @just-animaxiz, @kirlias452, and other D.M fans :)
Nobody asked but here's a little redemption fic of Rascal/Joker!
(Using English names since thats what I grew up on, check out the original anime lol)
Lilly was relaxing for winter break, finally settling down and resting. As much as she loved school and her friends, her social battery was quite low. She was glad to finally get a moment to herself since her mom would be out late tonight. Her satisfying moment was cut short, however, as a loud crash sounded from outside. She jumped out of her skin, zipping to the window to see what could have possibly made such a loud sound. It took a moment for the dust to settle, but once it did she could see an all too familiar figure lying unconscious on the sidewalk.
Rascal.
At first she was afraid. That jester had caused her and her friends so much trouble! But then she saw that he was wounded. Dark blood stained the white fabric over his chest, his purple shawl gone. She gazed out at him for a moment, startled, but realized he wouldn’t survive out there in the cold and decided to go check on him. The glitter pack was repaired by Candy, so she could always transform if he tried anything, right?
She threw on her coat and shoes and rushed outside, flinching slightly at the bitter wind. She paused again, questioning why she was helping Rascal of all people, but seeing his breath in the air as he groaned in pain snapped her out of it. She crouched down next to him, gently placing her fingers to his neck to check his pulse. It was weak.
Lilly looked around, but seeing no one else to help, she sighed.
“Okay, Rascal, please don’t wake up and attack me…” She mumbled, lifting up his upper half and dragging him back upstairs to her living room.
She struggled, he was heavier than she thought he would be, but eventually she got him up on the couch. He yelped in agony the whole time, blood soaking further down his body suit as the wound was opened back up.
“Ohhh.. Hang in there, I’ll be right back!” She said, running to get the first aid kit.
She wasn’t really sure if she should bother, maybe she should just call an ambulance. But she wasn’t sure if Rascal needed the same care as regular humans anyway. He was still human, right? Or was he a monster?
When she returned, his breathing was rapid and labored, signaling she didn’t have time to argue with herself about what to do. If he was going to survive, she needed to act fast!
She unzipped his suit down to his ribs, quickly grabbing what she needed to clean and stitch the wound. It was sloppy work, but it stopped the bleeding, so it was good enough. She would ask her mom what to do when she returned.
Lilly zipped his suit back up and pulled a blanket from the back of the couch over him. She hoped her work was enough to keep him alive while she waited for her mom.
Eventually, Rascal’s breathing went back to normal. Although he was still pale and clearly dangerously low on blood, Lilly had hope that meant he would pull through.
-
Rascal awoke, moving to sit up, but he was stopped in his tracks as pain shot through his shoulder. He yelped, laying back and moving a hand to cover his wound. He looked at his surroundings, confused, but thankful that it was warm.
He took a deep breath, trying to remember what had happened.
He recalled regaining his form and power after Emperor Pierrot was defeated, recalled flying through the overworld, looking for something, though he wasn’t sure what, and then being struck by something sharp and falling from the sky. He cringed. He couldn’t believe he had allowed himself to get struck down, that he hadn’t noticed something was aiming for him.
“Oh, you’re awake!”
Rascal bolted upright, instantly regretting it, hunching over with his hand to his wound. He chose instead to glare at the girl, hoping she would stay back if he looked threatening.
It did work, she looked at him with fear, stopping in her tracks. In her hands was a mug, steam floating off of the hot liquid inside. His gaze softened. Lilly clearly had no intention of hurting him, so he relaxed.
He wanted to address her, to give her some snarky comment, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. He just couldn’t find his voice.
“Uhm…” Lilly’s voice was shaky. “Do you want some cocoa?”
He gave her a curious look, unable to ask her what she meant, he hoped she would still understand his body language.
“It's hot cocoa, made with milk! It’s really yummy, and it might warm you up if you’re cold”
He stared at her blankly for a moment. He nodded, feeling a little shy at her kindness. Why would Glitter Peace, of all people, be helping him?
She handed him the mug and sat down at the table across from him.
“I tried to make sure you were comfortable, I was going to take off your mask for you but I didn’t wanna do that without asking first.” Lilly fidgeted with her sweater sleeve.
It wouldn’t have worked anyway, Rascal thought. His mask was magic and couldn’t be removed by anyone but himself.
He took a sip of the cocoa, impressed by how enchanting it tasted. The Shadow Realm’s hot cocoa couldn’t compare!
“How are you feeling?” Lilly asked.
Rascal looked up at her, unsure of how to respond without his voice.
“Can you talk?”
He shook his head, looking a little embarrassed about it. He loved to yap! Not being able to speak was something that had only ever happened twice before, and he hated it every time.
“I understand. Sometimes you want to but your voice just doesn’t work, right?”
Rascal nodded.
He quickly finished his cocoa, deciding he shouldn’t intrude on Lilly’s house any longer than he already has. He felt a little guilty that she had been so kind to him after all he’s done.
She took his mug back to the kitchen, and while she was gone he slipped out and flew away.
It hurt, but he couldn’t let her care for him any longer, she had done enough for him to get by on.
He didn’t want to be a burden.
-
Several weeks had passed, Lilly was hoping Rascal would come back, or at least give her a sign that he was alright. But she heard nothing of him.
She sat on her bedroom floor, the rest of the Glitter Force listening intently to her story. She decided it was time to tell them about Rascal. At first the girls didn’t take it well, acting hostile about Rascal. Kelsey even asked why Lilly would want to help a no good joker like Rascal, but Lilly didn’t mind. She understood their point of view, she was there too after all. But Chloe managed to calm everyone down and even said she was proud of Lilly for being so kind and brave.
Emily paused for a moment, Candy sitting on her head, as she saw a tall, slim figure suddenly appear in the bedroom with them. They screamed at the same time, shocked at the realization that Rascal had let himself in.
It startled Rascal at first, but he simply looked away, blushing in embarrassment, and gently set a gift bag on the floor. He was gone just as quickly as he appeared.
Chloe looked at the tag on the bag.
“It says.. ‘Thank you for not leaving me to die’.”
Lilly ran over to her window, wondering if she would see him. She did, he was across the street on the roof of another house.
“Hey, there’s food in here!” April exclaimed.
“Woah, it all looks so good!” Kelsey added.
“These are treats from Jubiland,” Candy held a puffy looking pastry up in her hands, looking curiously at them.
“I guess he appreciated Lilly’s kindness too!” Chloe chuckled, grabbing a treat and biting into it.
“You’re welcome, Rascal” Lilly said softly, smiling at the jester from her window.
He looked away before disappearing again.
Maybe they could all be friends later on, after Rascal warmed up to the idea
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(Do not repost! Reblogs are appreciated 💖 please dont tag as ship, Lilly is a child and Rascal is an adult!)
Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Generation One
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Gore, but only in the beginning I swear, Seeker Trines (Transformers), vos headcannons, megatron is a POS, Optimus being a Dad TM, Betrayal, Found Family, Starscream is not as dumb as people think he is, he was a scientist first, Soundwave is a father, another starscream defects the deceptions fic, but my version and with TC and Warp,
Summary:
After 4 million years, what are they even fighting for? The Decepticons are tired, hungry and angry. Some would rather be living than fighting. Fear of Megatron can only keep a mech in line for so long after all.
Or, Starscream has had enough of this shit. He is nice one time and it changes the entire course of the war.
