𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 | 𝘛𝘝𝘋 𝘹 𝘋𝘊 x 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘹 | N.M

𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

Mera adored Caroline with all her heart. And when Mera loved, she loved big. So much so that she'd call Caroline every single morning at 6 a.m. sharp, no matter where on Earth—or in time zones—she was. It could be 3 a.m. for her, but sleep was no match for Mera's commitment to sisterly bonding and unsolicited wake-up calls.

Every night, without fail, when they spent time together, Mera would launch into the story—the one about Mera's birth. And every night, Caroline acted like it was the first time she was heard it. Her enthusiasm was so genuine that she swore to herself she'd one day pass the tale down to her own children, ensuring it became an epic family legend.

This particular evening, Caroline was sprawled out on Mera's stomach, her eyes closed but clearly faking sleep. The two of them had ventured into the forest to catch the sunset, but instead of marvelling at nature's beauty, Caroline had predictably begged Mera to tell her the infamous birth story again. Mera obliged, her voice weaving the familiar narrative as she gently combed her fingers through Caroline's hair.

As Mera gazed at the clouds, on the verge of closing her eyes for a well-earned nap, a sudden, blinding flash of light interrupted her. It was white, with streaks of amethyst, like an overdramatic cosmic Instagram filter—and just like that, the world flipped.

She wasn't lying on the soft grass anymore. Instead, her back pressed against the cold, unforgiving floor of what appeared to be...a cinema?

Caroline groaned and sat up, rubbing her temples. "Uh, where are we?"

"No clue," Mera replied, scanning the room like she was about to declare it the start of a murder mystery.

Behind them, more groaning erupted as several other figures stirred.

"Where are we?" Bloom, a fiery-haired girl, asked loudly, looking as bewildered as the rest of them.

"Hell if I know," Rebekah Mikaelson deadpanned, brushing dust off her elegant blouse as if she had a reputation to uphold even in cinematic limbo.

Mera's heart skipped a beat when she spotted a familiar face in the group. "Barry?!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with equal parts surprise and delight.

Barry Allen spun around, grinning like he'd just won the speedster lottery. "Mera!" He hurried over and pulled her into a hug, joined soon by his equally radiant wife, Iris West.

Meanwhile, Klaus Mikaelson was muttering a Shakespearean string of curses under his breath as he helped his siblings to their feet. But his grumblings ceased when his eyes landed on a striking woman with fiery red hair. She stood a short distance away, speaking to another group, her back turned to him. Klaus squinted, his mind doing somersaults.

Could it be?

Mera, for her part, had turned her attention to a mysterious white-haired woman hugging a blonde man nearby. She sighed heavily—though whether it was exhaustion, annoyance, or existential dread was unclear.

"Mera?" Klaus's voice cracked like a teenager's as he addressed the woman he'd only seen in his dreams.

Before Klaus could approach her, two newcomers interrupted the chaos. Two women stood side by side, exuding confidence and mystery.

"I'm Nora Allen-West," the first announced, tossing her long hair over her shoulder.

Mera furrowed her brow. "Wait, Allen? West? Excuse me?" She whipped her head toward Barry and Iris, who looked as confused as she felt.

Nora grinned. "I'm your daughter. From the future."

Iris and Barry exchanged looks of bewilderment, clearly grappling with the implications.

The second woman stepped forward, her voice steady and proud. "And my name is Hope Atlanna Mikaelson. Daughter of Y'Mera Giuliani Forbes and Klaus Mikaelson."

A pin could've dropped in the silence that followed.

Klaus's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "I—what?!" he stammered, looking like he'd just been told he won a fatherhood lottery he didn't remember buying a ticket for. "That's impossible. I can't conceive!"

Hope smirked, crossing her arms. "And yet, here I am. Miracle baby, much?"

As the room collectively tried to digest this bombshell, Nora clapped her hands. "Okay, everyone's clearly confused, so let's do some introductions!"

One by one, the group introduced themselves, their names unraveling like the world's weirdest roll call. From Team Flash to the Mikaelsons, the Winx Club, and the Mystic Falls gang, the room was filled with an eclectic mix of personalities.

Finally, Nora and Hope took charge again. "So," Nora began, "we're here to watch Aunt Mera's life. Trust me, it's wild."

Mera shot up from her seat, pointing an accusatory finger. "Wait, what?! Who gave you the right—"

But the screen flickered to life, cutting her off. The room darkened, and everyone settled in, some more reluctantly than others.

Caroline leaned into Mera's side, whispering with a grin, "This is going to be good."

Mera groaned, burying her face in her hands. She just knew this was going to be the weirdest movie night of her life.