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Beyond the Night by Jesters_of_the_Moon, TooCreative4Life
Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice - All Media Types
21 Aug 2016
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Richard Grayson-Wayne disappeared from the public eye six years ago. Some think that it was how the billionaire's ward was handling the departure of his rumored lover, Barbara Gordon, almost a year prior. The last sighting of him was in Gotham during the commemoration of Batgirl's death, July 14th 2014.
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Robin left the Team half a year after Batgirl's death. Though he did not cut contact with them, he no longer operated as a hero. This continued until 2019 when he became protege to Black Canary, a fact known only by a select few. He now goes by the moniker of Nightwing and has trained for three years under Canary before joining the Team under his new name.
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When he joins the Team, Dick is forced to deal with his demons and to relearn how to trust both himself and his teammates. As he does so, he finds himself slipping into a dangerously familiar rhythm with Wally that feels suspiciously like falling in love.
Can the battered hero figure out how to reconcile with himself and stop living a true double life? Or will he crash and burn, falling prey to the fears that have plagued him since Barbara's death? Will the Team be able to save Dick before he completely loses himself?
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- Part 1 of Fixing Broken Wings
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The Roads of Yesterday by Jesters_of_the_Moon, TooCreative4Life
Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon)
26 Oct 2015
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Several months ago, the Team was investigating a case when an unexpected player crashed the party, resulting in the severe injury of one of the members.
Since that night, Dick Grayson practically ceased to exist. Every moment was spent at the Cave working on a program that he thinks will keep anything similar from happening again. He's obsessive and dangerously similar to his father, not thinking about anything other than the mission.
And that often leads to trouble.
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I'll Make a Team Out of You by Jesters_of_the_Moon, TooCreative4Life
Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice, Mulan (1998)
22 Jul 2014
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The Team didn't always work very well together, in fact they even hated each other at the start. Artemis couldn't get anyone to like her, Wally and Rob were the only two that could really stand each other, Kaldur was annoyed as he was the oldest there and Conner just couldn't put up with M'gann.
How will the League make these six super-idiots come together as a team?
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Speed & Bird 101 by Jesters_of_the_Moon, TooCreative4Life
Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice
10 Jul 2014
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A series of one-shots telling the tales of our two favorite heroes, from their first romantic encounter onwards. They'll laugh, they'll cry, they'll speed and sigh. Nothing is to be unexpected when Dick and Wally are taken down the fun filled road called life under an author's thumb. So here it is, BirdFlash 101. Strap on you seat belts kiddies, it's gonna be a bumpy ride!
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Fixing Broken Wings by Jesters_of_the_Moon, TooCreative4Life
Fandom Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice - All Media Types
21 Aug 2016
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Love Comes in Moments (5 of them) by Saiya_tina
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
19 Apr 2026
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Gustave's expedition has turned out nothing like what he expected. He should be focused on the Paintress, but all he can really focus on is the mysterious stranger who saved him and Maelle at the Stone Wave Cliffs.
Did he have to be so damn hot?
Aka a Gustave falls in love in 5 moments fic (there are a lot more, but he was too busy staring at Verso to notice)
Bookmarked by Jesters_of_the_Moon
13 Apr 2026
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Gustave dies.
It is a sordid affair, full of sacrifice and pain. There is nothing beautiful about death, Gustave thinks in the fleeting instant before his nerve endings explode all at once in his chest like fireworks. He doesn’t think anymore after that. Screams echo on the granite of the cliff, drowning the furious crashing of the waves below. He doesn’t hear them. He is dead.
(This is not how it ends.)
After his death, Gustave becomes unstuck in time.
Bookmarked by Jesters_of_the_Moon
23 Mar 2026
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“You’re back,” a male voice says behind him. Gustave knows who the voice belongs to instantly. He turns. Verso is standing there, wrapped in his coat, something unreadable dancing on his face. “How did you find us? Why are you following me?”
Verso’s voice has the sharp edge of a knife. It throws Gustave off. Something is wrong—this can’t be the man who kissed him, honey-sweet under the stars. Something is wrong—unless… Unless it hasn’t happened yet. Unless Gustave is visiting time all out of order once again. Something terrible and painful unfurls inside his chest at the thought.
“I don’t know,” he answers, the inadequate truth the only thing he has to offer. “I don’t understand it either.”
Verso exhales.
“You disappeared,” Verso says, his voice cracked like discarded porcelain. “You said… You kissed me… And then, you disappeared…”
“I’m sorry,” Gustave answers, though he doesn’t know what he’s sorry for. The man’s pain feels too immense for him to say anything else. “I think I’m trapped. I don’t know what’s happening to me…”
Verso stares at him for a moment, his face unreadable. He’s beautiful, Gustave thinks for an absurd moment before he catches himself and silences all the impossible emotions that stir within his chest. He’s just relieved to finally be able to talk to someone, isn’t he? He’s just raw from being able to speak the truth to another person, one that has a face and a voice and isn’t endlessly painting. That’s all it is, of course. That’s all it is. (What else could it be?)
“You’re not a hallucination, are you?” Verso says after a while. “You’re actually real.”
“Yeah,” Gustave breathes. “I think I am. Something’s wrong with me though… I can’t seem to exist in the right order anymore.”
He barks out a laugh. It sounds so absurd, his reality, spoken out aloud in the cold winter air. (It hurts so much, finally admitting it to someone else.)
“I died,” he continues, his voice pain-cracked and unsteady. “And then, I wasn’t dead… And then I was trapped somewhere dark, and I was all alone… Oh god, I was so alone. I’ve been alone for so long.”
Grief overwhelms Gustave all at once. The dam of his sanity finally cracks and breaks under the weight of the endless ocean of pain and loneliness at the bottom of him. He falls to his knees in the cold snow. Saltwater burns his eyes and wets his cheek. Sobs crash over his body like waves.
“It’s…” he hiccups, the words tasting of salt and iodine on his lips. “...unbearable… The swirling darkness. The way the faceless boy paints and paints and paints. Feeling invisible… I can’t… it’s… too hard.”
“The heart of the Canvas,” Verso murmurs. Through his tears, Gustave registers he looks grief-stricken and gorgeous, the patron Saint of pain. “Maelle must have… Unconsciously…” He stops himself, wide-eyed and visibly shaken.
“She loved you,” he adds softly, kneeling next to Gustave and resting a warm hand on his shoulder. “She must have loved you so much.”
“It hurts,” Gustave admits, the words escaping from him like a waterfall, “It hurts so much. I can’t stand it.”
Verso doesn’t say anything, but his hand is still warm and solid on Gustave’s back, steadying him through the terrible outpour of all his grief and fear. It is only when Gustave has thoroughly exhausted all his tears that he speaks again.
“Do you want me…” he asks, the words pained and broken like those of a man sentenced to death, “Do you want me to tell the others about you? I’d…”
A beat. Verso swallows with difficulty. Closes his eyes tight. Opens them again. They shine impossibly bright.
“I’d tell them if you asked me to,” he finishes, in a strangled voice.
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“I’d like it if you found me next time,” he adds, looking straight in front of him and not at Gustave at all. It feels intimate, the admission. Delicate and dangerous all at once.
“Yeah,” Gustave breathes in the fragile silence between them. “I’d like it too.”
(I’m so relieved you didn’t let Julie kill you, he doesn’t say. You will kiss me one day, and it’s the only thing that will keep me from killing myself in the darkness. The words sit on his tongue like polished agates all the same.)
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“Here you are again,” he says. The words sound flat. His face does not move. “Back to haunt me at the worst possible time. Of course, you are.”
“Verso,” Gustave says again because what else can he say? (I’ve seen you die twice. You comforted me when I cried. In my dreams, you tell me you love me.)
“I’m not in the mood for ghosts. I’m haunted enough by everything I’ve fucked up over the course of my entire life, thank you.”
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pi·a·nis·si·mo
/ˌpēəˈnisəˌmō/
Music
adverb
(especially as a direction) very softly.
"she played pianissimo alongside the full orchestra"
adjective
performed very softly.
"the final verse was beautifully balanced and controlled in the pianissimo ending"
noun
a passage marked to be performed very softly.Or, Verso is stuck in a time loop. Maybe the canvas has one more story to tell.
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- Part 1 of A Life to Dream
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16 Mar 2026
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The air shifts. Renoir is here.
Verso could stop it all before it happens, give them all a new path. He could let it play out the same as before and hope it sticks. He does neither of these. He is so fucking tired. So instead he does nothing. He buries his head in the sand, wrapping his arms around himself as the screaming starts below. He bends at the waist and presses his forehead to the cold, wet rocks and cries. He cries ugly tears for a life he never had the opportunity to live. For the life his sister had, both here and in the real world outside of the Canvas. He cries for Sciel and the family she’ll never get to have. For Lune and the future she’ll never get to see. And he cries for himself.
“Such a pitiful creature.”
Verso doesn’t move to look up. What does it matter?
“I tried to tell you this was how it would end.”
When the darkness comes this time, he embraces it and prays that this will be the end.
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The greatest tragedy is that he wakes up.
He is tempted to lie there, to see how long it will take his body to become part of the environment. The salt on the air and the hard stone beneath his back tell him exactly where he is. He can guess the when. It’s harder than it should be to push himself to his feet this time. It’s almost like his body is fighting him, to keep him from trying again. It would be so easy to give in. Instead he pushes on, because he doesn’t know what else to do. He’s tried the other ways and it seems that the Canvas isn’t through with him just yet. He needs answers before he can go about making his end more permanent.
Below him Sciel and Lune have just leapt over the bluffs to join Esquie in the water. Maelle and Gustave are talking. He can already feel Renoir getting closer. Maybe this time he’ll have a little faith in his sister, even if she’s not really her, and he’s not really Verso. Maybe between the two of them they can make a new path. Both Maelle and Gustave startle as he drops down, between them and the oppressive wave of approaching power that is Renoir.
“Who are you?” Gustave is immediately on edge, weapons drawn and pushing Maelle behind him with his mechanical arm.
Verso looks between them, torn up inside and metaphorically bleeding out every time he looks at Maelle. “You don’t have time.” It is a herculean effort to keep the exhaustion and manic desperation from his voice. “Go now. Go before he-” There’s blood in his mouth and numbness spreading through his chest. He’s not supposed to be able to die, not while the piece of Verso’s soul is still intact, not while he’s not really alive to begin with. It still hurts.
The sound of Renoir’s cane on the stone reverberates around them. Verso drags his gaze away from Maelle’s horrified expression and makes himself make eye contact with Gustave. He’s killed this man once, maybe not by his own hand, but his inaction had cost the man his life and Verso forces himself to look at him. “Take her and go. I’ll finish things here.”
There is a brief moment where he doesn’t think it will work. There is confusion and suspicion in Gustave’s eyes, but it’s quickly swallowed up by determination. He may not trust Verso, but he knows when a situation calls for retreat.
Verso feels like his heart is being ripped in two when he watches them disappear over the cliff's edge. Maybe this time it will work out for the better. Maybe that’s why he was sent back. Maybe now he’ll be able to rest.
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The greatest tragedy is that he wakes up.
If time is of the essence, then he’ll have to move quickly. He doesn’t think, doesn’t give himself time to doubt or wallow in his grief. He rolls to his feet and leaps over the cliff’s edge, landing just beside Gustave and Maelle. “Esquie!” There’s a short scuffle as Gustave and Maelle try to step back, to draw weapons, anything. Verso gets a hand in Maelle’s collar and wraps his other hand tight around Gustave’s bicep before throwing them all over the edge.
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“You just expect us to sit in silence until we reach land?”
“If I said yes, would it matter?”
Sciel snorts and averts her gaze. “Not really.”
“Then no, I don’t expect you to sit silently.” He takes a deep breath. “I would just request that the interrogation at least be postponed until we reach land. I am quite tired.” And wasn’t that the understatement of his long life. He is exhausted down to his bones. The soul deep kind of tiredness that makes it hard to form thought, let alone speech. The group shares a look over his head.
“You can trust Verso, mes amis. He is my oldest and truest friend!” Esquie’s words fill him with warmth. Verso is once again struck with a burning behind his eyes and guilt churning in his gut. He doesn’t want to lose them all again.
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a flat circle by hewhoguardsthetruthwithlies (ttsundokuu)
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
15 Mar 2026
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“Time is a flat circle. Everything we've ever done or will do, we're gonna do over and over and over again.”
—Verso has seen this game played over and over again. He's tired. So if he has to spill a little blood to make sure he no longer has to see death everywhere he turns, then he's more than willing to do so.
It changes nothing, yet everything all at once.or,
Five times Verso dies for a member of Expedition 33, and one time, they show him he doesn't have to.
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15 Mar 2026
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"This feeling that all my thoughts and memories… that they’re not mine, that they’ve been put into my head by somebody else… does it ever go away?”
It comes out almost pleadingly, the desperation Gustave tried to suppress for months now bleeding into his voice.
Something softens in Verso’s expression.
Or: the Maelle ending. Coming to terms with being brought back and repainted. Gustave is looking for some answers, so he goes to the one person who can provide them. Verso is absolutely done with this life, but feels obligated to at least talk to him.
They find that being a copy of a dead man is less unbearable when you're not alone.
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- Part 1 of Mirrors and Memories
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Bookmarked by Jesters_of_the_Moon
13 Mar 2026
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Gustave thinks about Sophie — about the all-too-perfect Sophie who turned out to be the embodiment of all her finest qualities. All the qualities the lovesick Gustave described to Maelle those five years ago.
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He thinks about Sophie who grows more and more different from… the other Sophie. His Sophie. He thinks about Sophie who he can’t help but see as a poor imitation — about Sophie who he broke up with because every involuntary comparison and every noticed flaw made him feel like he was the most horrible person in the world. And made him avoid his friends — because the mere thought of them similarly seeing Gustave as a poor imitation turned every conversation unbearable.
Gustave does not want to think about it. “And… you?” he asks.
And regrets it immediately when Verso’s eyes turn a shade deader. “It was different for me than it is for you,” Verso says, his voice blank. “I’m Maman’s… Paintress’ creation. She made me from scratch, but she is much more skilled than Maelle. All of my memories and thoughts were created by her, but so… artfully that I- I never noticed.” He pauses. Finishes heavily, “And then I learned the truth. And couldn’t… not notice anymore.”
His emotionless mask slips, betraying deep, age-old bitterness — and a kind of eternal tiredness that comes with this sort of knowledge about their world.
Gustave gently touches his elbow, trying to offer some comfort. “This… must have been hard.”
Verso noticeably tenses up. Gustave quickly pulls his hand away. Verso forces an apologetic smile. “It was,” he says. “I didn’t- didn’t know who I was. I didn’t know what I was. I was… I still am — a ghost of a person I’ve never met. A person I’ll never be able to become, no matter how much everyone around me wants it.”
Gustave thinks of Maelle. How she pauses sometimes, watching him with an expectation of something Gustave can’t understand. Can’t remember?.. How she seems disappointed in those moments. How the conversation fills with awkward pauses, and the mood turns sour, and Gustave feels like a… cheap imitation that can’t meet the expectations.
How Lune and Sciel keep looking at him with those worried eyes. As if searching for… errors, discrepancies. As if he is less real than they are.
“I’m sorry,” he wants to say, but even in his head it sounds hollow.
“Looks like we both are ghosts now,” he says instead.
The words come out before he can think them over, and it’s stupid. If he knows anything about Verso, their situations are incomparable. A couple of months of some vague discomfort — and years, decades of doomed attempts to become someone else? It must be almost insulting.
Verso, however, lets out a small chuckle. “Looks like it.”
They walk in silence for some time. Then Verso speaks again. “You asked if that feeling ever goes away. And… no, it doesn’t. Not really. Or, at least, I haven’t been alive long enough to get to that point.” He gives a humorless smile as if it was some kind of a dark joke. “I can never confidently tell which of my thoughts and feelings exist because I was painted this way and which are… my own. If I even have my own thoughts. You get used to it, and sometimes it recedes into the background, but… it’s always there.”
Gustave nods, not as disappointed as he was expecting to be. Maybe deep down, he already knew the answer.
The knowledge that he is not alone to carry this feeling of fakeness brings him at least some sort of relief.
“All we have are memories,” Verso continues. “By creating new memories you at least know that they’re yours. That you… experienced them. That they were as real as it gets.”
Gustave nods again. “This… sounds nice.”
Verso shrugs his shoulders. Stops in his tracks. Gustave walks past him, then catches himself and stops, turning back to him. “I hope this will bring you some sort of peace,” Verso says, and it sounds like a goodbye.
Gustave finds himself not wanting to part ways with him. “And you?” he asks, hastily.
Verso scoffs, bitterly, almost annoyed. “Me?” He stops for a second, as if debating if he should continue. As if the words might hurt both Gustave and him. Then there’s something almost cruel in his eyes, like an old pain that has no way out. “I’m waiting for a different kind of peace. When and… if she lets me have it.”
Gustave doesn’t understand, at first.
He feels tightness in his chest when he does.
“Do you… want to create a couple of memories while you wait?” he offers.
He feels stupid almost immediately. He doesn’t really know Verso, and the offer came off as almost flirting, and he didn’t intend it this way. He didn’t really intend anything at all, to be honest, he didn’t think, the words just- came out.
Clearly caught off guard, Verso raises his eyebrows, an unspoken question in his eyes.