#the megaverse

[misscrazyfangirl321]

The difference between Neal's reaction to Henry and Jordan's reaction to Ashley is... Very fun for me to play with.

Neal about Henry: Oh man there's this guy who has known the woman I love for her whole life and knows her better than she knows herself, what if when she gets her memories back and realizes she's been in love with him all along and I lose her and-Oh, they're like brother and sister? Oh, okay.

Jordan about Ashley: You mean OUR traumatized little vampire sister.

[vianthemindelectric]

goodnight

[misscrazyfangirl321]

I wasn't tagged, but I wanted to play the "Make a no context collage of your WIP" game, so here: Have the Megaverse! All pictures are from Unsplash.

Tagging @christian-latte-anon @taleasoldastime-andspace and anyone else who wants to play.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

jordan/henry: 33

"Okay, close your eyes, and hold out your hands." His voice is shaking with excitement, and she hides a grin, doing just as he says. It's still strange, to have her hands open and unguarded, free from gloves and fear. Strange, but she's reaching a point where she likes it, where it's truly starting to sink in that she will not accidentally cause someone the kind of pain she once did.

Henry has done things like this before, and normally it just ends with him holding her hands, or kissing them (the first time he did that it quite literally stole her breath, left her frozen in that moment: his lips against her palm), but that certainly isn't a reason to stop. It's exciting and new every time, no matter how many times he does it.

Long seconds pass in silence, save for the quiet racing in her heart, the anticipation and curiosity of what might be to come.

There's nothing, nothing for so long that she starts to shift on her feet, but then-

Cool metal presses against her palm, and through her confusion, she easily identifies the shape: a key, slim and standard, not one of the antique ones Magnus uses for everything.

She opens her eyes, baffled and amused.

They're married. They share a room in the Sanctuary, and practically everything else. What on earth could she need a key to that he hasn't already given her?

But there's something hesitant in his eyes that stills her teasing. "What does it unlock?" She asks softly, and he swallows.

"A safehouse. It's in Old City. Not super fancy, but... Safe, you know?" She nods, though she doesn't quite follow, and he adds, "Ash and I bought it a few years ago."

Oh.

O h.

Ashley. The girl lost and found, still lost even when she was found, the girl whose memories have finally returned but who still looks sometimes like she isn't sure she belongs. Henry's little sister.

"Are you sure-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm. I'm sure." He gives her a smile, small but reassuring. "I asked her, and she-she said it was fine. Even talked about giving Neal a key. Maybe. One day." He shrugs. "I just... Thought you might like to go there sometimes. Just us."

Trading the elegance of the Sanctuary for a getaway in Old City, where none of the buildings look like they've been repaired in half a century? For time alone with him, absolutely.

"I'd love to," she tells him, pressing her lips to his (because she wants to; because she can; because she loves him and he loves her, and they can finally have this). His smiles into the kiss, arms coming around her, and she lets the key fall safely into her pocket before focusing fully on the man in her arms.

It won't be long before the Big Guy comes in, or Ashley, or even the doc, but for now, they have a moment to themselves, and she's going to enjoy it.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

One thing I miss about the Heatherverse that didn't really transfer to the Megaverse and certainly doesn't fit into the framework of The Time Wars is the concept of one person traveling between all these different impossible things, and quickly learning that every group thinks THEIR impossible thing is the only impossible thing, thinking they Understand the Universe more than anyone else.

Heather meeting a vampire who rolls his eyes when she asks if sunlight bothers him, and going, "Well, the ones I met last week nearly disintegrated because of sunlight, so I was just checking."

Her carrying these ideas between groups, slowly piecing together a much more full image of reality than most of these experts, to the point where this quirky girl who couldn't hold down a job for more than 3 months becomes the Expert on the Impossible that all of these different groups call when they face something they don't understand.

I really do miss that.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

What if... I sorted all of my crossover plot bunnies BETWEEN The Heatherverse, The Megaverse, The Time Wars, AND Lineages, then wrote all of them? Haha, just kidding... Unless...?

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Henry: I didn’t know what kind of  chocolate to buy you, so I bought all of them.

Jordan: Henry, there’s like…three-hundred boxes of chocolate…

Henry: I panicked, okay! Valentines Day is very stressful!

[misscrazyfangirl321]

emotional compass:

“I was hoping to see you here.”

"I was hoping to see you here." She smiled warmly, and he swallowed, reminding himself once again not to push this. The woman was used to having decades to process things (he only hoped she didn't take so long to process them; he could only wait so long before his mortality made the decision for her).

Carefully keeping things light, he smiled in response. "You caught me. I just thought I'd get some roof time in before I was stuck in that underwater tin for the next two days."

She laughed, rich and full, taking the spot beside him and nudging his shoulder with hers. "Oh, Will, it isn't so terrible as all that," she murmured. "I realize you aren't fond of small spaces, but this is a remarkable opportunity."

He almost said it would be better with her there, but caught himself at the last moment; truth be told, he wasn't sure he wanted to be trapped in that submarine with her ever again (he still had nightmares about the last time, about how close he'd come to doing something he'd never forgive himself for; if he hadn't been able to revive her-no, he couldn't think about that. She was alive, vibrant, and looking at him like he was the only one in the world. That, he could focus on).

"Opportunity to listen to Tesla and Druitt bicker nonstop for 48 hours. I can't wait," he drawled instead, determined to keep things light.

This laugh was less warm, more a dry chuckle. "I'm certain you won't be bickering, of course?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but her eyes were still soft.

"Me?" He blinked at her, the picture of innocence. "I would never."

"Hm. I'll keep that in mind."

They lapsed into silence, and he turned his gaze back over the city, content to simply wait with her in the quiet. These memories would get him through whatever the next two days held, he decided.

Suddenly, he felt a soft pressure against his cheek: her lips, there and gone in a heartbeat.

"Do be careful out there," she said, so quiet he could hardly hear her. "I expect you back in one piece."

So he wasn't the only one thinking about that day. He took a chance, reaching out and squeezing her hand-just for a heartbeat, like her kiss to his cheek-before releasing her. "Don't worry about me, Magnus."

He studied her expression for a moment, weighing the odds of it going well if he said something overly sappy. Not well, he decided; she'd already pushed herself in kissing him, and between that and his reaction, she was starting to retreat into herself.

Humor would have to do, then. "But if Tesla gets too annoying I'm leaving him in the ocean."

She laughed richly (and oh, he loved that he could coax that from her), shaking her head, relaxing once more. "The ocean would throw him back."

They fell silent once more, keeping quiet vigil over their city as the sun sank lower in the sky.

(It was nearly dark when her hand slipped into his, and though neither of them said a word, she didn't let go.)