Ghost! Bruce Au:

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I didn’t know I could ask myself questions :0

some jason studies based on a mads mikkelsen photoshoot

EPIC: the musical x JayVik

ok, this is my first attempt of an iteration so, please, give me feedback.

Odysseus: Jayce

Penelope: Viktor

Telemachus: ???

Anticlea: Ximena

Argos: ???

Athena: Mel? 

(Not sure about that one, feedback needed. If so then I could go god games like, mages. I could do LeBlanc as Zeus and if there’s other confirmed mages make them gods, if not then ask for peoples OC’s that fit the role.)

Zeus: LeBlanc (see above)

Astyanax: ??? 

(Also, any ideas for me to fill in the names for -the horse and the infant- will be taken.)

That’s all I have so far, please let me know about any ideas or any characters, I’m -suffering- trying to do this myself.

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@sakatas-note

Octavian after the cannon if he survived:

White fluffy hair around going to his waist, put up in a high ponytail.

A white button up shirt under a black vest with a flowy pattern on it.

Due to the cannon, the left half of his face was horrifically scared, in the same way two face has two faces, half of his face is normal and the other is covers by a metal half mask, with a glowing place where the eye would be.

He wears hearing aids due to going partially deaf due to the loudness of the cannon.

His whole left side is pretty fucked, he lost his left arm fully during cannon, that’s the only thing they found of him. Henry had a metal prosthetic made with the same pattern that’s on the vest carved into it.

His leg wasn’t as bad as his arm but he still lost chunks, he got it metal plated but it still causes him regular pain.

He has to spend over half an hour ruccibg ointment over his whole left half, as it’s fully scared.

The only scars on his right side is his top surgery scars and a few he got from fighting.

Goes by Vi to people who don’t know him so he isn’t found by people in his past.

Was awful with a sword, but found he adopted a bow after the whole cannon incident.

Wears heeled boots because on his left half his hell was fully replaced by metal, and it’s less painful if his mussels are tensed like that.

Got proficient in sign language but signs with a slur due to the fact he has one metal hand and only half his sight.

Got less racist, and now without Gaea in his ear 24/7 telling him to exterminate the Greeks he has some sort of small music playing in his hearing aids because he can’t stand the silence.

Trans (FTM) and had a gay awakening when he was fighting with Jason, and denied it very hard. 

Wears an old braclet of the last things he could snatch from camp before he ran away.

No one thought he was alive, and basically didn’t remember to check for him for weeks after, when they found his arm. He was paralysed for a week lying down in the grass awake but unable to move and in pain, he cried all his tears from them, developing a despising of all demigods in general after he was made to suffer for a week straight basically undead.

Was saved by a small Greek boy who was about 5. He basically adopted him after that, begrudgingly. Finding out he was a son of Kronos, about three years after, and still taking care of him. Basically hiding him from his dad and trying to survive away from society.

Octavian survived AU:

also, if Jason survived and was picked up by Octavian and his accidental adopted son.

his names Khan by the way.

khan: 8

"Well, for starters, you're hurt," Kahn said bluntly, motioning to Jason's chest. "Why'd you let yourself get speared anyway? That's pretty stupid."

Jason's jaw clenched as Khan pointed out the obvious. He didn't need a lecture from a kid, especially one who didn't know the full story. "It's not like I WANTED to be speared," he grumbled.

"And then you just lay in bed all day, not doing anything," Kahn continued, ignoring Jason's comment. "Doesn't seem very fun, does it?"

Jason bristled at Kahn's words. He was recovering from a serious injury, for gods' sake! It wasn't like he was just lounging around for fun. "I'm healing, smartass," he snapped.

thinking of other trauma related reasons, if you have anymore questions feel free to ask.

is there a lore reason that Octavian has white hair in ur survived AU or is it just cuz it looks cool?

stress after like, weeks being paralysed in the grass basically in excruciating pain. And then it didn’t get better after he found out he had to take care of a child, and then realised said child was a Child of Kronos and his father wanted him for a sacrifice to get a physical body, and Octavian has to like, not let the child do that.

Madi with the lyrics of Legendary, any color is fine (so you don't forget, as you asked.) ^^.

I have it portrait and non portrait, just hit my ask box if others want their own!

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Part five of Jon and the Wayne’s: Bruce’s phone proves he’s a slut.

(None of these are actually dating Bruce yet, they both say they are.)

Bruce finally got off one of his longer patrols and took off the cowl. He finally had some alone time and settled down into bed, pulling up the covers and picking up his phone probably to doom-scroll for an hour before bed, before he saw his inbox was full with voice memos.

He groaned and played the first one.

“Bruce Wayne! Nocturnal blessings my lover, just wanted to call and say I’m thinking about ya. Love ya.” 

minhkhoa khan.

Bruce groaned and deleted it, sinking further into the pillows. “Dumbass.” He mutters, before going to play the next one.

“Bruce, darling! I just had a loooong conversation with koha and he said the two of you had a loooonger conversation, do you not love me anymore? Please answer.” 

Selina Kyle.

Bruce groaned before clicking onto the next one.

“Beloved! I just had a scandolus call with Mrs Kyle about how she thinks you love her more than the woman who gave you a child. I think it’s time for you to be up and front with her.” 

talia al-ghul.

“Whyyyyyy.” Bruce groaned. “I just want to be left alone.” He grumbled, clicking to the next one.

“Lovely Selina just mailed me a dead fish. This is all out wall. How should we retaliate? Please advise!”

minhkhoa khan

At this point Bruce was banging his head on the headboard.

“I just found ‘ghost-bat forever’ carved on my wall darling, I’m ready to kill a bitch. Call me back.”

Selina Kyle.

“This is my life. Why can’t Clark be here. “

Bruce tried to suffocate himself with the pillow as the next one played automatically.

“Beloved, that bitch koha just sent me a selfie of him behind your back of you two on a mission, that cocky fuck!”

Talia Al-Ghul.

Bruce pushed the pillow off his head and just stared at the ceiling. The last mission he went on with Khoa was when he had to wear dicks version of the bat-suit since his was nearly torn apart and it was very tight fitting around- 

Bruce choked on air as the next message played.

“Talia stole my fucking mask, love, tell her to fucking stop!”

minhkhoa khan

Bruce was desperately trying to turn off his phone.

“Why isn’t this working?!?!”

“Bruce, we’ll all outside.”

Selina Kyle.

“Can you pick up your phone? It’s cold out here.”

minhkhoa khan.

“Beloved Mrs Kyle bought a boombox, I’m concerned, get out here.”

Talia Al-Ghul.

Bruce went to go yell at the three.

Bruce phone was left on his bed as he went outside, it vibrated alone, until it switched over to message.

“Hey Bruce, I’m on the roof, are you currently in the ground garden trying to beat the shit out of three people to the tune of Peter Gabriel’s in your eyes?”

Jon. 

part four: Jon and poker

part six: Jon’s quest with a new freind.

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Revenge Bruce au: part one.

Based on the 2017 movie called Revenge. It touched on less sensitive topics initially in this writing.

Bruce = 20 years.

“Alfred, its fine. I’m just going to meet him, not like a mission or anything. And besides, you said I needed to take time away from Gotham. This is a good thing!” Bruce said, throwing his bag in the boot of the taxi, looking back at his concerned butler.

Recently, Bruce met someone online. A male who was a bit older and had been talking to him for a few weeks. The two hit it off, and Bruce had been invited to a desert vacation house while this guy and the two friends he was bringing would go hunting. Honestly? Bruce was lonely. You don’t have much social life being the Batman. And the Bruce Wayne social life was painfully fake. So, he was glad he met someone who seemed to want to talk to him. Ergo naturally when he was invited, he accepted the other man’s invitation without question.

He didn’t even run a background check on this guy. And that was a stupid error.

“Master Bruce, you don’t know this man. It could be--”

“Alfred, its ok. You and Gordon know where I’m going, and he’s really nice. He listens to me. I need this, please. Ill be fine.”

“…. I expect to be texted every three days.”

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It had been two days since Bruce got to the vacation home. It was somewhere in Morocco, hours away from anything else. That should’ve rung alarm bells. Honestly? Bruce was just ignoring them on purpose.

The mans name turned out to be Luke, and he wasn’t bad looking at himself. Tall, dirty blond with brown eyes, and a little gritty. His friends weren’t Bruce’s favorite, but that was fine honestly. It’s not like they spoke to him, and they listened to Luke and stayed out of the bedroom. That was ok.

Bruce said on the edge of the bed, looking out at the desert. It was bare and yet caught his attention in a most primal way. He loved it. He lay back on the covers, looking up at the roof as he closed his eyes, just letting himself relax. This was nice. Away from Gotham, from responsibilities, from it all. He got to act his age; people didn’t expect things from him. He was finally relaxed-

Ding.

Bruce sat up and looked at the bedside table. Luke had left his phone on it after sex, forgetting to take it before he went hunting that first day with his friends. Bruce knew he probably shouldn’t snoop, but he was curious. He barely knew this amazing guy, after all.

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When Luke got back, he should’ve known the gig was up. He headed to the room with his two friends trailing behind, expecting to find Bruce lying down, or reading or something. Instead, he saw the other standing at the door frame waiting for him, holding Lukes’s phone in his hand and glaring at the other with passion.

“…. Your married?” Bruce asked, teeth gritted.

“Oh,” Luke said, breezily with a grin. “It’s ok baby, its open. I know its hard to believe, but I’m allowed to do this.” He tried to soothe, walking closer and attempting to take the phone out of Bruce’s hands.

Bruce jerked his hand away, keeping hold of the phone and taking a step back. “yeah, it’s hard to believe because it’s a lie. You lied to me!”

“I wouldn’t lie,” Luke said, holding Bruce’s shoulder. “I could never lie to you.”

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I told your wife who I am?”

……….

The room fell silent, Lukes’s expression hardening into something almost terrifying, his friends behind him had different expressions. Kyle looked resigned. He knew what happened when Luke’s partners found out and threatened. He re-loaded his gun. The other, mike looked like he pitted Bruce. He was new to the group but knew all the same.

See, Bruce should’ve run a background check on these. Because Luke was affiliated with the mafia on his wife’s side, and if she found out he was cheating on her, it was his body in a bag. So, to stop his past partners from telling, he made them take his place. And by the way the gun clicked, he knew it was Bruces turn. What they didn’t know is Bruce, refuses to die like that.

Kyle raised the gun and fired.

Bruce had seen him loading it and expected it.

He moved.

It grazed his shoulder.

He grabbed Lukes’s satchel off the bed, knowing keys were in it.

He shoved passed the stunned men.

And ran.

Bruce threw the satchel in the passenger seat of the car as he started it up. He didn’t know how to drive this one, but he’d have to figure it out quickly.

As Bruce finally got the car to move the men had taken the other, with Luke driving, Kyle in the passenger seat and mike on a motorcycle next to the car.

The problem was Bruce didn’t know where to drive. His mind raced a mile for a minute as he took off, unsure of where he was going. The car bumped along the dirt, before stalling and coming to a stop.

Bruce’s eyes widened as he cursed, hitting the wheel before catching a glimpse in the rear-view mirror and seeing them. Gaining. And fast.

Having no other choice, Bruce grabbed the satchel and ran, sprinting in the direction he was going. But he couldn’t go faster than a car. And even if he could, a cliff marked the dead end. Bruce’s head whipped around, as he saw Luke get out of the car. He held a gun but tried to go for the easy path one last time.

“Bruce, look.” He said, staring down the other trapped man, a small grin on his face. “your cute. I don’t want to kill you! So just come back, and leave. You don’t tell my wife, and I will leave you alone. Deal?” the weasel was lying.

But Bruce needed information. 

“How many people have you killed before?”

“Bruce- “

“How many to keep this secret?”

“That doesn’t- “

“You’re a liar and a coward.”

“Ok that’s enough you little bitch. I gave you a chance,” Luke said, stepping forward.

Bruce stepped back. Luke would’ve continued his sentence, but he didn’t have to. As it turns out Bruce lost his footing on that ledge, eyes widening as he fell back.

Bruce felt the air whipping past him as he fell. It was second but it felt like minutes. He didn’t want to die, Alfred was right. This was a bad idea, and now he-

None of the men heard a scream, or a thump. But they heard a sickening sharp noise. It was wet, and like ripping fabric but skin. Mike walked over to the edge, curiosity getting the better of him as he looked over. He almost lost the lunch he had hunted just hours before.

Bruce was impaled on a tree, limbs hanging there as his head lolled back, blood dripping down his mouth. It was a gruesome sight to see another human being meet an end like that. But while Mike was about to be sick Luke looked over. He sighed, “that’s taken care of.” He muttered as mikes eyes fell on him incredulously.

“I need a beer. Cmon, we’ll collect the body in the morning. Leave the car he took. If anyone finds him before that, they’ll think a stupid tourist fell off. Not out problem.”

He said, before walking back to the car. Kyle nodded and got himself back into the passenger seat, marking a place on the map where they’d come back to hide the body the next day. Mike reluctantly got on his bike, the sick feeling in his stomach still ever present as he followed the other two men.

This. Was. Not. Over.

Not by a longshot.

i wrote this half asleep, sorry if its not coherent.