Title: Remaining Light
Pairing: Dick Grayson / Jason Todd (Additional characters: Tim, Damian)
Genre: Sci Fi, Thriller(Horror), & assorted goodness
Summary: Pilot Dick Grayson has been teamed up much to his dismay with the rebellious pilot Jason Todd and two others to retrieve research from a medical station on another planet but the mission isn’t as simple as it seems.
I’m slowly building a playlist for Western AU and I don’t know why. I mean, I really want to write it but I’m trying to configure it within all my other scribbles. THERE ARE SO MANY! *faints*
Currently the schedule is:
Space AU. Then some quick writing stuff like Magic AU or the Two Robins thing. Back to Space AU (Why? Because it’s nearly a year old and should be updated a bit more frequently.)
After that it’s a little open. Here are the list of open AU’s/fics that are not listed above:
I did have another fic with Dick being super depressed about his lineage and the Court of Owls but I think it’s better suited to be put in that last fic mentioned. Also possibly unsure about continuing The Leave Behind. It was meant to be a quick write (I thought It’d be completed by now) so I’m worried it’s lost its pacing.
So there’s the schedule and such if anyone was curious.
I know you weren’t just humor me. >.>
Sometimes I draw fanart of fanfics/concepts that I like/
This was based on Jane cat’s Magic AU, which I am deeply in love with.
Dick is a siren, Jason is a ???!! and Tim is a wizard. It’s all very cute.
I totally screamed when I saw this, holy jeez! Wow wow wow ahhhhh! * incoherent noises* I love every little thing about this, I am so blown away. Did I say wow cause oh my gosh WOW. Jason’s little flustered faaaaace. He’s like begrudgingly accepting cuddles “I am not a warlock, Tim. I’m normal.” Sure you are Jason, sure. And Tim is just so happy to get hugs awww. And he’s in his mother’s witch hat! GAH! *dies* Dick is so serene and calm, it’s just perfect. He’s the heart of the group watching over the other two. AND HIS WINGS ARE GORGEOUS! I really love how you dressed them, it totally fits the AU. Jason little boots and I bet Tim’s coat is probably a size too big for him but that’s not going to stop him! I’m seriously just staring at this in awe. I can’t believe my scribbles inspired this. I’m kinda in shock. *hugs you forever*
(I have no more WIPs that wouldn’t just be bullet points so you can have a story I shelved! Remember that Pushing Daises AU I wrote a short piece for?)
The next week things are still off despite their best efforts. Dick bought another bed after the second night and while they share the same space again the beds are located on either side of the room. To Jason it feels more like going to camp than going to bed with his lover but it’s as good as they’re going to get without possible disaster. He’s already lost count on the number of times he’s almost touched Dick or vice versa. He knows it’s driving his boyfriend crazy and if Jason had to admit, he misses the ridiculous amount of hugs he gets daily. He’s now taken to wearing his gloves at all times to prevent any accidents and while it helps it’s nowhere near enough for either of them.
“I miss you.” Dick begins one morning as they sit across from each other in their beds, “I see you everyday and I miss you.”
“I know.” he says, wishing he could do more. They held hands through their gloves the other day and the way Dick smiled at the simple gesture was probably the highlight of his entire day.
“Right now we’d probably be in the shower together. Remember when you slipped and fell on your ass the other week and to stop me from laughing you-”
“Sucked you off, yea.” he finishes “Worked didn’t it?”
“I may have purposefully pushed you a few times after.”
“You’re talking like we’re dead.”
“Maybe I’m mourning.”
Jason stands up and walks across the room taking a seat beside Dick. He’s had enough. They’ve both been moping for the past seven days and it’s time for a pick me up. He grins to himself when an idea sparks.
“You shouldn’t get so close.” Dick says but makes no motion to move away.
“You should pull down your shorts.”
“If you wanna mourn over shit we can’t do anymore, fine go ahead. But right now, I want you to pull your shorts down and touch yourself.”
(I actually have the perfect one for you! The Jason and Dick growing up together AU)
“Jay?” Dick calls opening the door, “Your door was locked, you ok?”
“It might’ve been locked for a reason.” Jason mumbles, he’s lying face down on his bed.
“You’re already in your pajamas and it’s not even dinner. You want me to tell, Alf you’re not feeling well?”
“I want you to leave.”
Dick frowns, “You took off after school, you didn’t even wait for me.”
Jason sits up quickly, wincing as he does so, “Just leave!”
The wild look in Jason’s eyes is enough for Dick to know not to push. He bows his head and leaves the room, locking the door as he leaves. He sits alone at dinner, Alfred carrying trays to both Bruce and Jason after giving an excuse for the other teen. If he was being honest Jason had been acting strange for the past two weeks. Chatting less and less with him and even foregoing his patrol night in favor of letting Dick go instead. He finishes half his plate before the silence bothers him enough to push away his food and head down to the cave.
(Gitte’s uber secret Western AU that I’m totally not working on. Nope. >.>)
It was then that Dick appeared from the other side of the animal, “Who are you?”
“I-uh, I’m no one.” he hadn’t expected to run into anyone, all he meant was to find a place to hide for the night.
The boy’s eyes narrowed, “Well, no one, circus members only, so if you’d please leave-”
“I don’t mean any inconvenience but it’s raining buckets out there and-” he had nowhere else to go, nowhere safe, “I wanted to get dry.”
Dick’s gaze fixed on his rucksack, “Who are you running from?”
“So yourself then?” he raised an eyebrow.
Jason huffed in annoyance, “Look, I need a place to stay tonight. I won’t take up no space and I’ll be gone in the mornin’.”
“This isn’t some hotel, and despite some stories you may have heard we don’t take runaways.”
He’s in a cave or something like it so that probably explains the darkness. He hopes. Jason stands, his hand slipping up the smooth stone wall, and tries to get his bearings. The problem is there’s nothing to go on. Just complete open blackness. He shuffles forward a few steps when he trips over something large and falls forward crashing onto his hands. He rolls onto his back sitting up quickly and drawing back his legs. He blinks a few more times but keeps still. Whatever he tripped over wasn’t a rock. No, it was a lot softer than that.
“Hello?” He tries again but louder this time.
No response comes.
Jason bends forward, reaching towards the large “whatever” and touches what his mind registers as a bicep. It isn’t soft skin though. What he’s touching- it has to be kevlar.
(Space AU fun times!)
She smiles and steps closer to Dick, “My first plan was to keep a large selection of your traits that I believed to be beneficial. However, that may have been a mistake. While I can manipulate the fire you breed into them it’s a waste of time.”
“So I’m no use to you anymore?”
“I didn’t say that. No, why change the newborns when I can change the maker?”