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

𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

Mera adored Caroline Forbes with every fiber of her being. And when Mera loved, she loved big. The kind of big that involved calling Caroline at exactly 6 a.m. every single morning—regardless of where she was in the world, or how many time zones away that might be. It could be 3 a.m. on her end, but Mera treated sleep like it was optional when it came to sisterly bonding and, let's be honest, delightfully annoying wake-up calls.

Each night, whenever they spent time together, it became tradition—Mera would dramatically recount the story of her birth like it was the greatest epic ever told. And each time, Caroline would feign wide-eyed wonder like she'd never heard it before. Her enthusiasm was so genuine, so rooted in love, that she once vowed to pass the tale down to her own kids—should she ever have them—as if it were a bedtime story passed down through generations.

On this particular evening, Caroline was sprawled across Mera's stomach, eyes shut but clearly faking sleep as usual. They'd wandered deep into the forest to watch the sunset, but within minutes Caroline had predictably nudged her with, "Tell me the birth story again." Mera had obliged, gently threading her fingers through Caroline's curls as her voice carried the familiar tale.

The clouds overhead shifted lazily, and just as Mera's eyes fluttered closed for what was meant to be a peaceful nap—

FLASH.

A blinding burst of white light, laced with streaks of shimmering amethyst, cut through the sky like some overproduced cosmic Instagram filter.

And then, everything changed.

No more grassy forest floor. No golden hour sun. Instead, Mera found herself lying flat against the cold, sticky floor of...a movie theater?

Caroline groaned beside her, sitting up with a scowl. "Ugh. Did someone teleport us during nap time? That is so rude."

Mera blinked, scanning the dimly lit room. "This feels like the setup for a supernatural AA meeting."

More groaning erupted behind them as several others stirred.

"Where are we?" asked Bloom, her fiery red hair even more chaotic than usual, eyes darting around in confusion.

"Oh, great. Is this some sort of crossover purgatory?" Rebekah Mikaelson snapped, brushing dust from her blouse like elegance could ward off chaos.

Then—"Barry?!"

Mera's heart skipped as she spotted a familiar face among the growing crowd. Barry Allen turned on a dime, his grin lighting up the room like it was Central City at full charge.

"Mera!" he said, hurrying over to pull her into a hug. Iris West followed close behind, already radiating effortless charm and confusion.

Elsewhere, Klaus Mikaelson groaned as he dusted himself off, already muttering a string of Shakespearean insults under his breath. But then he froze—eyes narrowing at the back of a striking red-haired woman in the crowd. She was speaking to someone, her stance royal even in disarray.

His heartbeat stuttered. Could it be...?

Mera, meanwhile, squinted across the aisle at a silver-haired woman embracing a blond man. She sighed—whether from exhaustion, irritation, or dread, even she wasn't sure.

"Mera?" Klaus called, his voice cracking like a teenage boy catching his first glimpse of love.

Before either of them could say more, two women stepped forward from the shadows of the theater, exuding unmistakable confidence and power.

The first one smirked. "I'm Nora Allen-West," she said smoothly, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Mera blinked. "Allen? West? Sorry—what?"

Nora pointed toward Barry and Iris with a grin. "I'm your daughter. From the future."

Barry looked like someone had just handed him an emotional concussion. Iris simply whispered, "Oh my god..."

Before anyone could recover, the second woman stepped up, her voice clear, calm, and chillingly confident. "And I'm Hope Atlanna Mikaelson. Daughter of Y'Mera Giuliani Forbes and Klaus Mikaelson."

The room fell into stunned silence.

Klaus practically staggered. "That's... preposterous. I can't conceive. Literally. I'm biologically cursed."

Hope arched an eyebrow. "And yet," she said dryly, "here I am. Miracle baby. Guess you weren't so cursed after all, Dad."

Klaus looked ready to faint. Elijah, standing behind him, simply sighed and muttered, "Told you something was off with that prophecy last decade..."

As tension thickened, Nora clapped her hands with the excitement of someone revealing a surprise birthday party. "Alright! Time for introductions!"

Names flew through the air like confetti. The Winx Club girls, Team Flash, the Mikaelsons, Mystic Falls crew—including Bonnie, Damon, Elena, and Stefan—and even a confused but still stylish Alaric joined the fray.

Finally, Nora and Hope stood front and center again.

"We brought you all here," Nora explained, "to watch Aunt Mera's life. Think of it as... a movie night. With emotional trauma and popcorn."

Mera jolted upright. "Excuse me?! Watch my life?! I did not sign off on this!"

But the screen behind them flickered to life.

Lights dimmed. A soft musical cue echoed in the air.

Everyone turned, some eagerly, some skeptically, and others—like Klaus—absolutely dreading what was about to unfold.

Caroline leaned into Mera's shoulder, her voice low and teasing. "You know, for the record, if your life turns out to be a soap opera, I'm so passing it on to my kids."

Mera groaned and buried her face in her hands.

This was going to be the weirdest movie night of her immortal life.