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I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™
Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.
Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.
We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.
And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.
It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?
Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.
#DO YOU SEE MY VISION#please#I'm not getting enough sleep#my brain is obsessed with weird stuff#I want Sam who barely looks human because she's one with nature#I want Tucker who looks regal and dangerous in his pharaoh clothes#I want Dan look like he can destruct the Earth with a wave of his hand#I want Dani who is everything there is in the world and you feel it in your bones#I want Jazz who sees your soul and your mind and you know it and there's nowhere to run#I want JL to meet all of them before meeting Danny#I want all of them to admit in their different ways that Danny is the greatest of them#I want JL to be VERY worried about meeting Danny#and then I want Danny to be as normal and friendly as possible#and I want him to treat all those eldritch creatures (his family and friends) as they're regular humans and nothing is weird about them#just hugs and love and praises#because it would cause so much confusion#this is NOT ghost king Danny#unless it is but he doesn't know (and either no one knows or no one told him because it's funnier this way and he's super oblivious)#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#DPxDC#DCxDP#danny phantom#isn't a crossover if you don't want it to be#could be any crossover if you do want it to be
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Danny Fenton goon union representative (dp x dc fanfic prompt)
At no point in Danny's life has he ever turned down a challenge, even when he had to deal with opponents bigger than himself. From dealing with everyone from Dash to Vlad to heck pariah dark, he's learned to take down people bigger than himself. So when he overhears that his nice father of four neighbors has been having some trouble at work and has been unable to get some time off, he figures it can't hurt to try to help such a nice guy out. And it does go ok, all things considered; I mean, what if the guy's boss was the penguin, and so what if Danny maybe had to show off some of his less-than-human characteristics to get him to agree to let the guy have some time off? Everything worked out at the end of who cares.
Well, when word gets out that someone is not afraid to go tow to tow with the city's villains, someone's bound to either take him out or hire him. And when word gets around that he's willing to help get better working conditions for Gotham's goon workers, their union could use a new representative.
So Danny inadvertently gets a new job, wherein he gets to meet many strange characters around the city and help many friendly working-class people with their problems. Interchange the goons help hide Danny from the bat, and his no meta-rule, even if Danny doesn't know they're hiding him. But this does cause some problems because people like black mask don't necessarily want to pay for their goon's vision care or overtime and refuses to adhere to any of the union's demands. Danny, for what it's worth, did warn the guy because, unlike black mask, he has the goon's respect and knows that they will listen to him, so when he proposes a strike, they readily agree to his suggestion.
And with all of this going down so quickly in the city, both batman and the red hood need to get as much info on this new player before things get even more out of hand. But with all of the normal underground information channels refusing to give them anything, they are forced to schedule a meeting with not only the union but its infamous leader, which is good for Danny because he wasn't sure how to get into contact with batman anyway. He has some concerns with the level of violence used to take down some goons. And well, when they have no choice but to work in this industry, they should, at the very least, outline a clear code of conduct for all parties involved to ensure the safest possible work environment.
#danny phantom#danny phantom crossover#dc x dp#dp crossover#dp dc crossover#dp prompt#dp fanfic#dc x dp prompt#batman#red hood#black mask#my man fights for the little guy#eldritch danny#who cares if he might not be human he helped Phill get dental added to the list of benefits#fanfiction prompts#dcu prompts
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Dp x Dc Prompt #3.1: Death Day
I've read plenty of fanfics about Danny's reaction towards his Death Day, so I wanted to talk about the possibilities about what could happen if either possibilities happened.
Party Death Day.
It was a normal day for the League and Phantom has been apart of their group for some time now. Sure, they don't know everything about the young hero, but they seem to be making progress.
Then, one day, they noticed all of the ghosts.
It was during a Justice League meeting, one of the few that Phantom has joined the league on and everyone was getting used to him being around.
Then out of nowhere, a ghost appeared. In their hideout that they believed to be untraceable. That, was something Bruce was going to go over later to make sure it doesn't happen again.
Before they could grab their barings to try and possibly help Phantom deal with the ghost (Ghosts were his thing after all, they didn't know how to deal with ghosts like he did. But if he needed any assistance, they'd be ready to help.)
But instead of attacking, the ghost gave Phantom a...present?
Before the Justice League could do anything, the ghost disappeared as quickly as they arrived. And Phantom was seemingly unmoved by it. So, the League left it alone for now. Perhaps it was one of those friendly ghosts that Phantom told them about.
The League was fine to leave it there if Phantom didn't mention it. But, it just...kept....happening.
By the end of the meeting, another ghost had popped up and gave Phantom a present. Another popped up while Phantom and Green Lantern were speaking. And another while watching the younger justice league members train (Scared them all to death as well).
The League was curious as to what was going on, but no one wanted to be one to ask. But Batman was at his breaking point and was the first to ask (Like always, really). The answer shocked them.
"Oh that? They do that all the time for my Death Day."
Silence was what followed his response, as the Justice League tried to process what they learned.
Phantom has told them very little about ghost culture, other than refraining from asking how a ghost died and not to ask about their obsessions, they knew next to nothing about what they did. Let alone what they celebrated.
Some of the heroes were a bit awkward with the ordeal. Of course they were curious as to why ghosts celebrated such a thing, but they didn't want to be rude.
Though, it did remind them that their teammate was a dead teen. A teen who has died and became the Ghost King through means that would be impossible for anyone else. And this was the day that he died.
There were some who were heartbroken by the thought. Wonder Woman was close to tears at the thought, and Flash was too though he wouldn't admit it.
Batman mourned for the child lost. Yes, even as a ghost, Phantom was still a boy, no matter what he went through. He was too young to be celebrating the day he died. Superman thought the same: a child that died so young and had to spend his afterlife fighting beings they couldn't. It seemed unfair in his eyes that he had to do that in the first place.
Phantom was of course, awkward about the various responses from the Justice League, trying to brush it off about it being no big deal, even if it was to the ghost world. Yes, it was weird for him to bring up his death day this way, but he didn't want them to be sad over it. It has been like this for a while.
Thankfully, in Phantom's point of view, he had to leave to head back to Amity for his nightly rounds. So with a quick goodbye Phantom, and his gifts, left the Watchtower without another word.
The Justice League were left to think over what they learned. To mourn the child who had to die to become the hero, and to possibly remember the date so that they will remember it next year.
But of course, such a sombre attitude, had to be ruined by someone.
"What kind of present do you get a ghost?" Flash asked in scepticism.
#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dpxdc#dc×dp prompt#dp crossover#ghost king danny
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le-june-aire 6, phantom girl! definitely one of my wilder changes... i hope u like my thoughts on her
ghost! alien! ghost alien! i wanted to make her look like a ghost alien!
her whacky eyes and teeth i pushed all the way into nightmare before christmas ish territory, because i think it's a fun way to make her look ghostly without doing anything any more literal (i can't give her jacob marley chains, or make her translucent...i COULD have given her a little...tail...leg..thing..like danny phantom...but i didn't)
i played around with those little hair clips she has sometimes, and i made them into horns to push her away from being a Differently Colored In Human. the crazy eyes are very busy, so i wanted to keep her face as simple as possible, making it all one flat shape. also, i think i'm cute and i made her face look a bit like the iconography of the phantom's mask. because phantom.
normal hair would look a little weird to me attached to all that i changed for the face and head, so i gave her that floaty smoke to imply her hair instead.
the pzh middle-of-body stripes stay, because i like them, and a simple implication of that little bar logo she has sometimes tops it off. also borrowed from pzh is that full-body white cape, which just makes the coolest poses. combined with my cartoony ways, it makes her into a very pose-able little ghosty, which is so much fun to draw. the hair acting more like smoke than hair complements that, i hope!
overall, i just wanted to make her look like a ghost alien you guys. but i also wanted to make her look friendly and cute, because...tinya is pretty friendly and cute! those two goals are very fun to try and find a compromise for, and this is definitely one of my fave legionnaire designs
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Seven Ways to Summon the Ghost King.
Chapter Three: Mix and Match.
[1] [2] [here] [4] [5] [6] [7]
Ao3
Summary: The twins seek some friendly ghost help and- wait, they do succeed?!
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“Everything is in place, is the camera ready?” Dipper asked as he stood next to the ritual circle.
“Ready to film some spooks! Boo-oo!” Mabel answered while waving said camera, causing the image on the screen to shake.
“Mabel, stop!” The feed was cut for a moment where only static was shown, and a second later it was Dipper again, brows furrowed in a frown. “As I was saying,” he continued curtly, “now that everything is ready, we can finally start the summoning of the Spirit of Protection!” He approached the camera and showed the Third Journal, flipping a page back and forth to show everything written in it. “The Journal says that outside the ten types of spirits the author first faced he found The Book of Summonings! We, uh, we couldn’t really find the book referenced in the Gravity Falls Library, but the Author made sure to copy the summoning ritual for the Spirit of Protection!”
“And how do we know this isn’t another demon who will backstab us the moment it gets what it wants?” Mabel bellowed off-camera.
“Because…” Dipper dragged the answer just like they had rehearsed it, “we looked for more sources besides that book!” He put aside the Journal and showed the new pictures on his camera roll, of him, Mabel, Wendy and Soos hiking the Gravity Falls hills, taking in the sights, doing funny poses, unearthing the secrets hidden within the dark, never-ending cave… unsupervised unrestrained summer fun, as usual.
Dipper continued, “We found this cave with all these wall paintings! I tried to take pictures of them, but all of them came out blank. It must be some sort of protection system, or- or you can only access that knowledge if you climb there, and anyone else isn’t worthy and-”
“And we’re lucky you’re a nerd with a good memory who memorized it on the spot!” Mabel complimented him teasingly.
“What we could understand spoke of a kind, benevolent being who protects people in need, that matches the Author’s description of the Spirit of Protection he got from The Book of Summonnings, and considering how we had to face Bill in our Grunkle’s mind… we could use all the help possible, you know?”
“I know! Now less talking, more chanting!” Mabel demanded.
“Ok, ok, I’ll do it!” Dipper complied, but couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice.
Dipper moved behind the circle, and Mabel approached, better capturing the intricate symbols drawn on crayons –Mabel had used their chalk that morning for some Mabel juice– in the centre was a stylized D, surrounded by a circle pointing at the four cardinal points: north being a Venus flytrap, south what looked suspiciously like part of a circuits’ board, east was a red-tinted and angry-looking skull, and west was a green flam; each symbol was encapsulated in a circle of their own. It was simpler than expected, but Dipper had followed the journal’s instructions.
Lowly, Dipper could be heard mumbling “This doesn’t sound like normal Latin but here goes nothing…
“Reĝo de fantomoj,
guidanto de la mortintoj,
terura malamiko,
valorega aliancano.
Mi estas en granda dangero
kaj tial mi alvocas vin.
Bonvolu helpi mi.”
The wood boards creaked, starting from the ceiling and running through the four walls and under their socked feet, until it reached the summoning circle.
Along its way, as the wave passed the sparse candles littered on the room, their flames flickered and turned green, and when it finally reached the Circle, a bright white light emanated from within it in a blinding ring, making the twins cover their eyes and step back.
“My eyes!”
“Why is it so bright?!”
“I can’t see any-! Hey! Bright colorful figures!”
“Mabel, focus!
“Oh, you gotta be kidding me.”
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Danny looked down at the kids as they rubbed their eyes and tried to regain their sight, stumbling about on what clearly was their bedroom.
“What’s there? Who is it?!” The boy said, trying to open his eyes without pain.
Danny vanished his more outstanding regalia sending his crown and ring back to his pocket dimension. He kept his fur-lined cape, however, because he had learnt how to make the inside of it reflect the Amity Park starry night sky. In his opinion, he really rocked it.
The first one to recover was the little girl (because, unknown to Danny, she was better adapted to bright neon colours blinding her eyes.)
She gasped, squeezing her cheeks in her hands with an almost drooling smile. “Hot boy!”
“What? Mabel, this isn’t time for- oh, you’re right. I mean!” Dipper squeaked, cheeks red and hands suddenly sweaty. “I mean, who are you?”
“I don’t know, kid. You tell me. Who did you mean to summon?” Danny said out loud, wondering how had he managed to do that. Ancients, every time he thought he had gotten rid of these How To Summon instructions, someone else found a way to get a hold of him. It was becoming so annoying.
“You are the Spirit of Protection? But- you’re just a teenager!”
Spirit of Protection? That was a new one, and at least that meant these kids weren’t trying to summon the Ghost King, that wasn’t as bad. Still, though…
“I was a teenager when I died which was a long time ago, you know?” Eight years was a lot of time, actually.
Both kids flinched and looked at him with wide, sad eyes and Danny had to hold back a groan.
It’s a good things kids are not used to other kids dying. He had to remind himself. Even if it’s annoying when they give you The Eyes.
“Never mind that though. What do you think you’re doing summoning spirits willy-nilly in the middle of the night with no adult supervision?” So what if he sounded like his parents? He was right!
That changed their mood quickly, from sad and pitiful to chastised and yet unrepentant.
“Well, you see, mister, er, ghost… my sister and I are visiting Gravity Falls for the summer, and this place is really weird and cool! But there are also all these dangerous things like zombies, and gremnomes, and Bill Cipher!
“He’s a dream demon that’s been tormenting us this summer!”
“Dream Demon? Do you mean a Nightmare?” Danny asked.
“Uh, no? Well he is a nightmare to deal with but he has called himself a dream demon, because he invades people’s dreams and stuff.”
The Spirit of Protection’s frown deepened. “Demons can’t do that anymore the Lord of Dreams banned them from his domain years ago.”
“I don’t think Bill got the memo, then, or cared about it.”
Danny mumbles, “That’s not good.” He looked at the twins, who were hiding their yawns and blinking away their tiredness. Yeah, he couldn’t just leave them like that. “Look, dreams and demons are not my domain so I will need some more info before I can set anything up, alright?”
“Isn’t your domain Protection, though?” Asked Mabel. “Can’t ya just ‘poof!’, make a magic shield around the Mystery Shack?”
“Nah, Protection is my Obsession, but you didn’t summon the Spirit of Protection… at least, I haven’t been given that title yet.” He finished with a worried grimace. He’d talk to Frostbite and Clockwork about it.
“Wha- but then, who are you?”
Danny let his Crown and Ring return in a flare of green fire and drama.
“I am the Ghost King.” He declared.
But rather than the awe or fear that would have amused the young King, Mabel squealed in delight and Dipper spluttered in disbelief(? That didn’t sound like indignation to Danny, anyway).
“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”
“What? That can’t be! The journal said-”
“Do you have a pony? Do you have a castle? Have you seen a unicorn?!”
“-of Protection! It doesn’t say anything about a King-”
“Wait, is the unicorn dead?! Can you bring it back?!”
“-the difference between a Spirit and a ghost, anyway?”
“But if the unicorn is already dead then it won’t ever, ever die again! Okay, then, hand it over!”
Flicking both middle fingers in a gesture that would remind one of Spider-Man, Danny covered the twins’ mouths with ectoplasm gags that would dissolve soon with no damage done, effectively shutting them up at once long enough for him to speak.
“One at a time, alright? Okay, first off, yes, I have a castle, no, I don’t have a pony, yes, I have seen a unicorn: it’s not mine and it’s an asshole, so you won’t be getting it.” There was a muffled, disappointed sound. “Second, everything has a spirit, but only the dead can be ghosts (unless you’re speaking metaphorically, of course, then anything is possible), it’s like, all ghosts are spirits, but not all spirits are ghosts, and even then, sometimes the lines get blurry.
“And finally, I am the Ghost King and you called me here so either you got your ritual mixed up, or something is up to someone.” The ghost explained.
“Don’t you mean-” Dipper started, watching as the ectoplasm that had been covering his mouth disappeared in wisps of smoke.
“I said what I said.”
“Uh, okay then, mister- sir- your Highness-” Dipper stuttered.
“Phantom.”
“Mister sir your highness Phantom!” Mabel said cheerily, making the ghost sigh.
“Just Phantom.”
“Okay, Phantom, the Author said it was a ritual to summon the Spirit of Protection and usually if he makes a mistake he corrects the information- oh.”
That ‘oh’ turned out to be Dipper flipping the ritual’s leaf back and forth, and separating them in two, revealing two other pages with symbols and writing.
What Danny could see from his position were big, green letters that read HOW TO SUMMON THE GHOST KING.
“You were saying?” Phantom said in a deadpan.
“Ugh, what is it with the Author starting a new page mid-sentence?”
“Don’t you worry about that, I’ll be taking these”
Before Dipper could react, Phantom had taken the Journal and torn out the pages about summoning him.
“What are you doing?! No!”
“Hey, that’s mean! Don’t do that!”
Danny ignored them and went intangible when the kids tried to swipe at him to get the book back.
“Hm, yeah, I’ll have to talk to Clockwork about this, whoever is giving away these titles is being far too generous. Or a real jerk.” He flipped a few pages, ignoring the protesting pre-teens. “Hey, this is actually accurate. Nice find, kid. I’ve seen a few of these too… well, their ghosts, but that counts for something, right? Although I think I can help ya with the ghost types, if you kids are facing guys like these on the regular you need to be prepared.”
“Wait, that means you’re not taking the Journal away?” Dipper asked hopefully.
“Nah, just the stuff about me. I don’t like people having the means to summon me and try to bind me to their whims.” He flipped some more pages until he found a blank one, took Dipper’s blue ball pen from his nightstand and scribbled on it. “That gives me, y’know, a choice in whether I come or not.”
“I- that’s-! Thank you, Phantom! And sorry, for the summoning, didn’t mean to bother you…”
“Don’t worry, kid.” Phantom breathed in deeply (just for emphasis, since he didn’t need to), and said, “Alright, you two, time to go to sleep. No! Don’t fight me on this, you won’t win. I will come back tomorrow, around ten in the morning, I gotta check out on this Cipher guy with some friends of mine, I need more info. But don’t worry,” and the next thing he said was with a heaviness of absolute truth that left no doubt in the twins’ minds about his Royal status, “no one will bother you tonight.”
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Okay, translation from Esperanto of the summoning chanting:
King of ghosts,
leader of the dead,
terrible enemy,
invaluable ally.
I am in great danger
and therefore I summon you.
Please help me.
That's what Dipper ended up saying, but since I didn't show it, I gotta tell ya, this was the Spirit of Protection's own "chanting":
Spirit of protection, defender of the defenseless,
I speak to you and I ask you to come to my call.
I am in great danger
and that is why I call on you.
Please help me.
And the Ghost King (Pariah, at the moment Ford wrote the journal) was this:
King of ghosts, leader of the dead
Terrible enemy, invaluable ally.
I demand your hearing and to my will I bind you.
Carry out my mandates without repercussions
May my adversaries suffer your curses!
which was quite an effective way to have him do your bidding. Good luck Ford had bad writing habits! Since they didn't say the part of the binding, it couldn't tie Danny to anything. They only spoke of a protective ghost king, and the summoning brought them exactly that, so it doesn't matter if the title of Spirit of Protection is or isn't actually Danny's, he's a protective spirit; so they got to the perfect answer with a Frankenstein of an equation.
This one I had a lot of fun writing! I feel like I should've put some more action since last chapter actually showed the restult of Danny's interference, but I liked the banther of this. I'm more of an "interactions" writer, tbh. I once did a crossover with Lucifer (TV) just to see how Danny and him would interact. This is a warning for future chapters, btw.
#Danny Phantom#Danny Fenton#Gravity Falls#Dipper Pines#Mabel Pines#Danny Phantom Crossover#Gravity Falls Crossover#crossover#ghostly-scrypts#ghost king au#summoning shenanigans
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It’s a date.
Casey gets ready for her first official date with Bryce. I decided to give a bit of background to Casey, and why she would be fine taking so long to make things official with Bryce, beyond just the fact that residency is temporary and they’re both workaholics.
Casey was fidgeting nervously, and she got up to check her reflection in the mirror again. She didn’t know why she was this anxious. She’d been on plenty of dates before, and to be honest, she knew she was a great date. She was never normally nervous about a simple date, and really Bryce and Casey had been on a few almost-dates. They were just always spontaneous and they had never defined them, simply telling their friends they were just hanging out when they were pestered with questions. This was an official date-date.
Admittedly, she never usually had feelings for the guys she went on dates with, and she usually let things fizzle out after the initial excitement of the first few dates died down. She had always been this way, knowing that if feelings weren’t really involved then you couldn’t really get hurt. Casey had seen how her mum was when her dad left them, and she never wanted to feel like that, ever. This view was only reinforced when her first (and only) serious boyfriend - who she’d broken her no-commitment rule for - cheated on her during her first year of med school. At first, Casey had believed him and felt guilty when he blamed her, saying she was always busy and never had time for him anymore. Casey knew she’d been wrapped up in the pressures of med school, unlike at undergrad when she had been pretty wild and always been ready to drop her studies in favour of a fun time. Med school was different though, and for the first time ever she couldn’t just coast by with minimal effort. She wanted to be top of her class, she wanted to be the best doctor she could possibly be. Maybe she did put that above her relationship, but her boyfriend had never once brought that up or tried to talk to her about it. Instead, he started replying to her messages less and less, and sleeping with one of their mutual friends. When Casey found out, she ended things instantly, ignoring his pleas for another chance, despite her initial guilt at the situation. She blocked him, and decided to concentrate on her studies, keeping things as casual as possible with any guy that asked her out since. This was what Bryce and Casey were meant to be doing, but Casey knew this was different. She didn’t think she could stop feelings getting involved, and she didn’t even think that’s what she wanted anymore. Not with Bryce. Still, even if it didn’t feel casual, she liked that he was in no hurry to define things. She knew he had his own family reasons, and she didn’t push him about this just like he didn’t push her for her reasons. It worked for them both, especially considering how career-driven they both were; first year of residency barely left time for a relationship.
Shaking off the memories, she gave herself a once over in the mirror. Her emerald dress matched her eyes, and was just tight enough, with the neckline just low enough that she still felt classy, but knew that Bryce wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of her. Casey went and knocked on Sienna’s door, doing a double take when it swung open and Sienna and Danny were sat on top of her bed, with a pile of snacks between them, watching The Secret of Nindarell.
“Oops, sorry guys!” She grinned, not seeming sorry at all.
She knew Sienna said her and Danny were just friends, and she wasn’t entirely sure what was going on with Sienna and Wayne - she’d stopped asking since it always seemed to make Sienna upset and uncomfortable, and she shut down her housemates concerns - but she really liked Danny. Sienna deserved someone who appreciated her, saw what a talented doctor she was, but above all saw how kind and caring she was towards everyone - not just her friends, but anyone in need of some help or friendly advice.
“That’s okay, we’re just having a movie marathon, but I should probably head out soon anyway.” Danny smiled at her.
“You look nice! Are you seeing Bryce?” Sienna practically squealed.
“Thanks, Si. Maybe.” Casey said, a smile tugging at her lips. “Would you mind helping me put my necklace on?” She asked.
Sienna practically leapt out of bed, bounding over to fasten Casey’s necklace.
“Thank you.” Casey smiled.
“You’re welcome. Have fun! You guys are really cute, Case. I’m really happy for you about this.” Sienna smiled warmly at her friend.
Casey was touched. Sienna cared so much about her, and all of her housemates.
“I’m looking forward to it.” Casey admitted, “But really, we’re just-”
“Yeah, I know. You’re just ‘friends’.” Sienna rolled her eyes, her voice teasing, doing dramatic air quotes around the word friends.
Casey smirked and closed the door gently as she headed out of Siennas room. Sienna was one to talk.
Before Casey could sit and overthink any more, she heard a faint knock at the door. When she opened it, Bryce was on the other side, grinning widely with a bouquet of peonies, her favourite flower.
“Wow.” Was all he said at first, his eyes trailing up and down her body before landing on her face, looking at her in awe. “You are gorgeous. You know what, I’m having second thoughts. Let’s just stay here tonight, so I can show you how much I love that dress.”
“Easy, Lahela. I want to be wined and dined first. You promised me classy.” Casey smirked.
“Hey! Where was my compliment?” Bryce pouted.
“Needy much?” Casey rolled her eyes, before adding “You look very handsome.”
It was true, Bryce looked amazing, as always. Casey didn’t think she had ever been so attracted to someone. She couldn’t look at Bryce and not want him. Bryce pulled Casey in for a soft kiss, which he then deepened, leaving her dizzy when he finally pulled away.
“Thanks for letting me take you on a date, Case.”
“Thanks for asking.” She smiled.
“I’ve been really looking forward to this.” Bryce admitted, taking Casey’s hand.
“Me too.” Casey replied sincerely.
Casey looked up at Bryce, and he leaned down and planted a kiss on her temple. She knew she didn’t have to be nervous anymore. It was Bryce, after all.
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Dp x dc wip I'm working on rn
This is just snippet of this thing I'm currently writing. It's going to be super long if ill stick to the plan so that's..... Uhhhh great....
Also this is not a prompt. Like idk if its possible but dont just take this and continue on ur own, i plan to do that lmao
The shade carefully floated a little closer to his hand, but seemed like it wasn’t planning on getting on closer to him. And while yes, Danny was a little of an idiot, he wasn’t that big of a one, to offer his hand to an entity with unknown motives. Jazz would have his head, if he had done something so irresponsible.
But unfortunately, Danny was currently not only a little bit of an idiot, but also very touch starved little bit of an idiot. His hand was already reaching towards the little guy, before he even had the chance to start praying to Ancients for it to not make a snack out of his fingers.
Thankfully the shade seemed to be a very friendly one. Immediately after it spotted his hand, it almost jumped in joy, and quickly made its place in his palm. Danny almost instinctively gave it a little squeeze, only to quickly stop himself. While normally he probably wouldn’t have problem regulating his strength, this was not normally, and he did not wanted to squash the little guy. It did nothing to deserve such a fate yet.
Danny had to say though… something about this was weirdly familiar. The feather light weight of the shade, the warmth seeping into his always cold hands, it was as if his body was used to such an action.
Before he could get stuck in his own head (again) the small liminal send a little brush of its… damn it, Danny was a full idiot. How the hell did forgot he could read other creature’s emotion, especially if the creature was an ecto entity? This whole trip was definitely messing with his head. Just how out of it is Danny really, if he forgot how most ghosts communicate?
The little guy decided it had enough of being ignored, because it shoved its feeling into the boy a little harder. Danny could recognize concern, anger and… giddiness? Overall he understood the shade didn’t plan on intentionally harming him, and was even concerned for his wellbeing (which, understandable, he was beaten up pretty badly), but giddiness? That was just suspicious.
He squinted at the creature, but it only continued wiggling in his hand. Maybe it was just stupid like him. Maybe it just wanted to be held for a moment by a smelly tired teenager. That was almost more pathetic than himself.
The ecto entity, probably sensing his thoughts, stopped wiggling for a moment. Danny waited with a baited breath what it was gonna do now. And before he could react the creature bit down at his thumb.
“Wow, that’s so mature” Danny rolled his eyes, knowing full well, he probably would’ve done the same in its place. But still it was about the principle of thing, so he gave the creature a little squeeze, just to warn it.
#dpxdc crossover#dpxdc#dcxdp#crossover#danny fenton#blob ghosts#my beloved lmao like id die for them#i hadnt posted much in the past few days lol
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Fic Masterlist- I'll reblog every time I add a chapter or add a new WIP.
For all of these, feel free to interact with me about them! I may add/remove/change things based on your comments. Except maybe H(a)unted.
H(a)unted - AO3 link here. Summary: My most angsty/messed up fic ever! Are the Fentons Haunted? Or are the halfas Hunted?
Danny is shocked when he, his parents, and Jazz are taken to court by Vlad Masters in a custody battle. Ridiculous! Right?
Not as much as Danny would like to think. As the trial goes on, Danny discovers he and his sister aren't who or what they thought, that their parents are not as they seem, and Vlad, his enemy, may be their only shot at survival.
This story is told primarily through dialogue and epistolary storytelling as an experiment. Throughout the story, please expect body horror, illegal and nonconsensual experimentation on human beings, murder, and kidnapping. Mind the tags, please.
Darcy Lewis' Adventures Dating Dracula- AO3 link here. Summary: Follow Darcy Lewis and Vlad Masters as they start dating- and deal with everything from ghostly serial killers, the Things In Crybaby Creek, Politics, the Addams Family, and international spyassasins.
The Fantabulous Emancipation of Danny Phantom- AO3 link here. Summary: The Fenton family journeys to Gotham to get Jazz settled in her dorm at Gotham U. Things go a little sideways when Danny lets something ghostly slip, and his parents try to shoot the 'evil ghost' out of him.
Danny can't go home. But his sister's 18 and willing to rent a campus apartment, Gotham has a layer of ectoplasm so thick it's almost as good as Amity Park, and he's already made a new friend!
Harley was just going to get snacks for Bud & Lou, her hyenas. She did not mean to befriend a tourist, but the kid's almost as crazy as she is!
Join Danny and Harley in a journey of friendship, crime for good reasons, and kicking Vlad and the Joker's ass.
Jack, the DILF of Amity Park- AO3 link here. Summary: AU where Vlad doesn't lust over Maddie. No, he's obsessed with Jack, and since college (minus a 20 year gap), they've fought over the man's affections like two cats.
However, as Maddie would kill him in 2 seconds, tge shenanigans are more sitcom-esque competition, conolete with Danny begging for brain bleach multiple times, and Vlad realizing Jack isn't the only Fenton he's in love with.
Jack, of course, is completely oblivious to the fact his visiting very friendly people causes Vlad and Maddie to stalk him amd talk for once. Or is he?
Danny Phantom in Showghost!- AO3 link here. Summary: Tucker Foley was having a perfectly normal day- until he runs into Narrator, a ghost who is possibly as powerful as Clockwork or Ghostwriter. The problem isn't Narrator- they just want their book back.
No, the problem is the GIW. And the possibility that the town of Amity Park was sucked into a mini-universe outside of time. And, to add more problems to Tucker's day, he seems to be the only one who realises what's going on.
"We are on a timeline, though," Narrator said cheerfully.
"What?! When were you gonna tell me that?!"
They scowled. "Those idiots in white broke my book. If we don't wake everyone up before we run out of pages, everyone dies here."
Not Broken, Just Bent- AO3 link here. Summary: The sequel to Vlad & The Accidental Family Acquisition and Darcy Lewis' Adventures Dating Dracula, NBJB is a Jazz-centric fic about growing up asexual, and the trials and tribulations of being asexual in a very sexual culture. On hiatus until DLADD is complete.
Pending fics (planned, but not written yet, or in draft stage) will be added in reblogs.
Questions about the fics, suggestions, or just have aome ideas? Hit that ask button or ask me in the comments!
#inthememetime#danny phantom#danny phantom au#dp x dc#dp x marvel#darcy lewiss adventures dating dracula#vlad & the accidental family acquisition#not broken just bent#h(a)unted#danny phantom showghost#jack the DILF of Amity Park#the fantabulous emancipation of danny phantom
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Papa Is Here
(Felt like writing a wholesome sick-fic between a dad and his kid.)
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Richard looked at his daughter's sleeping face, slightly relieved. He didn't want to jinx it, but he was pretty sure the worst of her illness had passed. Poor child was sick out of both ends (thank the heavens for good, quality diapers) with a raging fever on top of it all. At the moment, she didn't feel as warm, and she had a clean diaper for a couple hours now. But now there were errands he needed to run, for her sake. She was due for another dose soon, and they had run out of her medicine. That, and she needed to replace the fluids she lost; he needed ingredients to make a toddler-friendly soup.
The problem was; he was the only adult in the household. His wife had (reluctantly) left earlier in the day for a doctor's appointment, and his brother had classes to take. Of course, both promised to return as soon as possible, but Richard didn't know when that would be.
So, which was the lesser of the two evils? Leaving his sick child for a short while to get the needed supplies, or strap her in the stroller in this cold, wet autumn weather? Richard glanced at the clock on the nightstand. If he could make sure not to get distracted (difficult, but not impossible), he could probably make it back home in no more than thirty minutes. His daughter's naps normally lasted about an hour, so she would be none the wiser.
Now he just needed to get her off his arm. He shifted ever so slightly, and her brown eyes shot open for a quick second, grasping the sleeve as if it were her lifeline. Okay; that's not going to work. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. Richard slowly, carefully, slipped out of his shirt before slipping his arm out from under his daughter. She was aware of the shifting beneath her head, but her grip on the sleeve gave her the false security that her father wasn't going anywhere. For extra measure, he bundled up his shirt and tucked it under her head. Finally, he counted to one hundred in his head. Silly as it may seem, he knew that if she stayed asleep until he reached 100, then he was free to go.
Okay. She's asleep.
Since they were upstairs, Richard double-checked and made sure that all of the rooms were baby-proofed, and set up the baby gate at the top of the stairs, on the off-chance his errands took longer than expected and/or she woke up before he returned.
"Okay... Medicine, chicken broth, green onions, mushrooms." Richard chanted his list under his breath. It would help him stay focused on the task at hand and not dilly-dally in the market.
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"Twenty minutes. Not bad," Richard congratulated himself, taking a glance at his watch before unlocking the front door. Not only had he stayed focused, but he didn't forget a single thing on his list.
Now, all kids develop skills in their own way and at their own speed. Danni learned how to talk sooner than most babies, but the funny thing was; most of what she had to say were from nursery rhymes. (Whatever she sang was usually relevant to the situation, so it wasn't just singing for fun.) It was equal parts endearing and heartbreaking when Richard entered his home and heard his 10-month-old child singing woefully from the top of the stairs.
"Whe' is Papa?... Whe' is Papa?... Whe' is Papa?" Danni sang the lyrics to a "peekaboo" song, each line broken up with a little sniffle. Only the wind knows how long she's been singing, waiting for a response.
Richard immediately set aside his groceries and walked over to meet her. "Here he is~" he sang back the next part of the song. Once she laid eyes on him, Danni hopped angrily against the baby gate, crying and grunting. "I know, Doodlebug, I know. I'm so sorry." He gently picked up the furious toddler. "Papa needed to get stuff from the store while you were sleeping." As she clung to his neck, he took a moment to check on her. Clean diaper, and her fever had gone down, but she was still a bit warm. It was good progress nonetheless.
"Come here," he cooed, bringing her downstairs. "Papa is going to give you some medicine, and then Papa is going to make some soup."
"No~ no, no, no..." Danni argued feebly, rubbing her face into his shoulder. Her outburst from a moment ago probably sapped her of all her energy.
"I need to, Doodlebug. The medicine will help you feel better."
She either conceded to his logic or didn't have the energy to argue. Either way, Danni reluctantly accepted the next dosage of medicine, puckering her lips with each sip, before washing it down with some "pretty water," (water with edible glitter mixed in it).
Then, Richard tried to put her in the playpen in the living room, but she had him in a chokehold, clinging to him with her entire body, screaming as if he were about to throw her in a pit of snakes. Okay, that's not going to work. Keeping one hand on his child, he used the other hand to drag the playpen into the kitchen.
"Here. Now you can watch Papa while I make the soup." Thankfully, the compromise appeased the child, and Danni slowly pried herself off of him, and allowed herself to be lowered into the playpen.
It was funny, watching her watch him cook. She couldn't seem to decide if it was better to watch Richard through the mesh fabric of the playpen, or to stand on her tiptoes, trying to see over the edge. In an effort to engage her, Richard took to narrating his own cooking process, describing the textures and tastes and smells of the foods, explaining how the knife was sharp, so he needed to be careful when using it to chop the onions and mushrooms, and how the stove was hot, so he needed to make sure not to touch it. He even threw in some sign language. (Richard had a speech delay as a child, so he was quite fluent in sign language. Even though Danni was speaking quite well for her age, it was a skill he wanted to pass onto her.)
Danni, in turn, would do her best to repeat some of her father's words. "Shaw... HOT... Mush'oom... Uhnun..." Most of her signs were the equivalent of baby babble; wiggling her fingers and making approximately the same motions with her hands.
When Richard added the mushrooms and onions into the broth that was slightly bubbling on the stove, Danni sang a little nursery rhyme, shaking her hips to the rhythm. "Stuh i' up~ stuh i' up~ Cuh tas'e mah foo'. Ih is so goo'. Ih is de bes'." She had a smile on her face for the first time in hours.
Before setting her up in her high chair to eat, Richard laid Danni down on the floor and gently massaged her belly. (They had noticed early on that the medicine gave her gas.) After a prompt diaper change (no diarrhea, thankfully), Danni was ready for her meal.
About halfway through her portion of soup, the little lass started to nod off. Probably in an attempt to keep herself awake, she would mutter whatever was in her mouth ("mush'oom," or "uhnun",) before chewing and swallowing. Finally, after consuming three-quarters of her soup, Danni was fast asleep.
"My turn," Richard announced to no one in particular, taking his own portion of soup from the pot. As usual, he didn't realize how hungry he was until he started cooking. Of course, his daughter was his main priority, so he was willing to stave off his hunger a little longer so she could have her fill first.
Yes, onion and mushroom soup was about as basic as it could get, but it was filling and comforting nonetheless, and Richard was having a hard time fighting the temptation to get a second bowl... Then a third bowl... Maybe some bread and butter to go with it...
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"I'm home~" Rosaline announced upon her arrival, surprised by the lack of response as she took off her coat and shoes. She made her way to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee, and found a dirty pot on the still-lit stove, with remnants of onion and mushroom burnt at the bottom, as well as a cutting board and a knife still sitting on the counter.
Did Richard lose his mind?! Their child was MOBILE. Not quite walking yet, but was certainly using walls and furniture to stand herself up. One wrong move, and that knife could fall and chop off Danni's pretty little toes, or stab her in the foot! And the pot too! Was he planning on burning the house down?! After quickly turning off the stove, Rosaline went on a manhunt to find her stupid husband.
She didn't have to search very far, however. Richard was slouched against the dining room table, fast asleep, with one hand on their daughter's high chair tray. Danni, who was also asleep, was gently grasping her father's hand.
Rosaline looked at their blissfully content faces and couldn't help but smile in turn. Yes, Richard could be irresponsible and thoughtless at times, but there was never a doubt that he would take the absolute best care of their daughter.
"You're lucky you're handsome," she joked. The scolding could wait. Father and daughter obviously needed their sleep.
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I might have had a particularly crackish idea for crossovers, but spoilers for RWBY volume 9. Fair warning, it’s a doozy of a ramble.
So, the Danny Phantom fandom (Phandom) has created Little Baby Man Danny, which I think is initially @tourettesdog ‘s brain child, but add variations to the idea of it being a contagious condition.
Consider, if Danny uses portals to other worlds, and being half alive/human, could infect other humans that have, in some way, shape or form, died before,
Example, since the Phandom is on a massive DC crossover kick, Jason Todd being bitten by a little black and white blur, and suddenly, Little Baby Man Red Hood
But let’s go farther afield, shall we? I personally love the Artemis Fowl series, so, Artemis, post Last Guardian resurrection, either doing something he shouldn’t, or something that just happens out of the blue to him (let’s face it, it’ll be funnier), and poof, Little Baby Man Arty, who’s absolutely feral. Everyone else is freaking out because even after developing Atlantis Complex, no one would expect Artemis to turn into a biting, scratching, no-thoughts little chaos creature, Ghost equivalent of rabies or not. And that he keeps hiding in the Fairy Roses, or even growing more anywhere viable for their growth that he settles on (which admittedly isn’t often). Even the most chaotic cat has nothing on a little guy that has ghostly abilities, genius intellect (at least in planning the chaos) and a new disregard for dignity or self preservation to everyone’s, but especially Butler’s and Holly’s dismay (like a fallen bookshelf would be what causes his second death? Ha, no)
The one that really got me on this train of thought, though, is Ruby Rose of RWBY after, well, the Ever After. Ascension, to me, at least, would count as death at least a bit, even if not in it’s base process than certainly with Ruby doing so in a parallel, if not outright, a form of suicide. Yes, it’s still a strech, but let me have this. Little Baby Man Ruby flitting around with her semblance + ghostly flight for maximum chaos, and reverses the whole ‘rest of the team got shrunk and are metaphorically and literally on her shoulders’ from v9, instead team WBY is trying to prevent their leader from disassembling any vaguely interesting weapons in a ten mile radius because interesting and devouring any cookies in an area twice that radius. Bonus for Neo, however you’d like to imagine her post-ascension, or just her appearing just to nope out at seeing this shit. Little Baby Man Ruby annoying Salem and/or Cinder into defeat because their magic ain’t got shit on a tiny ghost thing with Silver Eye anti-Grimm eye blasts the moment either look at her family.
Possibly my favourite part is how a crossover with all of these could work when shoved together. DP and DC crossovers are very popular atm, at least for the Phandom, RWBY and Batman (and the JL as a whole) have official crossovers, and Artemis Fowl also for crossovers but also just a long time fav.
Listen, I just want to imagine LBMRuby and LBMArty becoming best friends without their repressing emotions or the weight of their worlds and legacies on their shoulders. Let them be little chaotic rose-themed creatures together!! Red Hood, tbh is more to connect as a connection to Batman (Team _WBY running into him again after whichever official crossover and just, ‘Red Hood and Ruby got turned into What?’). Ruby and Jason as Red Buddies, Artemis and Danny being a disaster duo that are both Prime Wayne Adoption material (in their normal forms), Ruby and Danny as Heroes, Artemis and Jason as Criminals, etc..
And the others! Sam bonding with the fairies and Damian over being vegetarian and being eco-friendly, Tucker and Foaly getting a rivalry over tech and their names (’There can only be one Foaly/Foley!’) and Oracle just hacks them both. Jazz taking only look at WBY and the Bat Clan and siting them down when things have settled a bit for some impromptu therapy. Butler, Yang and Blake talking shop about guns, drawing in Damien and Weiss when it extends to bladed weapons (and the Remnantian philosophy on ‘it’s also a gun’ for weapons), before everyone else is giving their two cents in non-lethal weapons.
And for how Little-Baby-Man-ism gets cured? Maybe it’s just time, maybe they swing by the Ever After and chuck them at the Tree for Ascension and free therapy, or maybe a trip to the Far Frozen since it is a ghostly disease. Maybe the others get ghost powers like Danny’s, and shenanigans continue in a different form.
Like, Artemis gets a ghost form that looks more like the depictions of Fairies as the Fair Folk of lore, all graceful looking and ethereal, with orange roses integrated. Or he ends up like a vampire, though different from Vlad, and that becomes a whole thing. Also, he accidently turns intangible and falls until he lands in Haven City. No one is amused by the idea of Mud Men just falling into their city, least of all the Mud Man in question.
Ruby, ironically, has less of a rose theme when she develops a ghost form, but it leans heavy into plant-like with Tree-likeness instead, and her colours turning from red to the green-red-purple combination of the Leaves. Her arm turns invisible once and Yang uses it as an excuse for all the hand puns she can make esp. referencing her own prosthetic. (”Say that you’ll give me a hand one more time, Yang, and I’ll tell Dad to show Blake all your baby photos” “C’mon, Sis, just gotta lighten up” “was that a pun on my ghost glow?” “Nah, the flying” starts dialing Taiyang “Wait, Ruby!”)
Not many thoughts on Red Hood tbh, I’m not part of the DC fandom specifically, though I enjoy the content, but it seemed rude to ignore him. I’d rather not accidentally butcher him.
New plants are grown at each of their homes, orange roses and a sapling tree with odd-coloured leaves each give Artemis and Ruby a way to fast-travel to each other’s homes, and Wayne Manor and Amity Park (Sam's greenhouse?) while Danny and Jason are stuck to ‘traditional’ portals. Maybe RWBY’s the only one from a different world, or the others are all from different Earths.
I’ve got a lot of thoughts, obviously, but fuck it, I’m not gonna actually write it into more concrete existence, as opposed to continuously rotating it in my brain. Y’all can take what you’d like, I just want to see if anyone makes anything of this.
TL;DR Give Artemis Fowl and Ruby Rose ghostly Little Baby Man forms alongside Danny. Also Batman’s involved ‘cause why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#Danny Phantom#dp#little baby man#rwby#rwby ruby rose#artemis fowl#rwby volume 9 spoilers#rwby v9#rwby volume 9#rwby v9 spoilers#dc#batman#red hood
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Dead by Daylight - Angel/Demon Omegaverse AU
I don’t really have a good name for this AU yet.
Reader pov, OC, and character x character friendly. Suggestions welcome and requests encouraged
Semi post apocalyptic world where it’s often raining or drizzling. Some parts of the world are either uninhabitable or just taken over by Heaven or Hell. Major cities that I’m considering using are Los Angeles, London, Seoul - maybe more.
The war between heaven and hell ended in a stalemate, with many casualties and injuries among angels, demons, and more than a few humans. No religion actually 'got it right'. There is no god or gods, just two species of supernatural beings that hate each other.
Angels and demons are accepted and acknowledged to exist but most believe they will never see one unless they're very lucky or unlucky.
There was a rebel angel called Lucifer but the former angel took that name from the humans, not the other way around. No one knows where or who Lucifer is, other than a select few unfortunate enough to have fought the renegade.
Lucifer fell for siding with humanity over the other angels. When humanity was deemed unworthy, Lucifer gathered an army to save as many as possible. For this they were all exiled. This story is mostly forgotten or has been changed a million times in the following centuries, even/especially among demons and angels.
Most demons are at least partially human. A child born of a human/demon pairing will always be a demon. This has no impact on their strengths, abilities, etc. Angels are traditionally discouraged from ‘fraternizing’ with humans but after the war, the leaders of Heaven have thrown up their hands and just let the masses do what they want.
- Omegaverse details only apply to angels/demons. Constant, known exposure to either side will eventually cause a human to supernaturally mutate, for lack of a better word, and turn partially into an angel/demon, including being part of the omegaverse system. While a transformed partner is considered ideal for a mate, both sides will freely have sex with humans just because.
- Omegaverse system is based on a very old caste system in heaven. It has nothing to do with personality and everything to do with the type of powers you have and your 'ideal' job: Alphas are soldiers, Betas are scholars, and Omegas are artists, roughly speaking. The caste system hasn't been a thing in heaven since Lucifer was exiled, but the biological side of the system remains.
The Entity wants to play.
Character ideas:
Danny (Alpha) is a demon - people think he's the actual devil but he isn't, he's just a really big asshole. Very old, very powerful. Still a serial killer and has been for a long time.
Trickster (Alpha) is a (fallen?) Angel with black wings who hunts demons when not doing his day job as a kpop idol.
The Legion are demons, or at least Frank is, who don't work for anyone but themselves. Roaming troublemakers, probably all orphans, who start fights and feel lost in this fucked up world.
Dwight is either an angel or a normal human 'chosen' by heaven against his will. I like the idea of him with a sword and no idea how to use it.
Sunshine (Omega) (OC) is a podcaster and demon who is trying to recover from injuries gained during the war.
Characters I want to add when I figure out how:
Meg
Nea
David King
Felix
Leon
Anna
Feng Min [is a trans guy because I said so.]
... And definitely more that I haven’t thought of yet.
Well, that’s what I’ve got of the au! Lemme know what you think!
#dead by daylight au#dead by daylight fic#dead by daylight fanfiction#dead by daylight trickster#dead by daylight oc#dead by daylight ghostface#dead by daylight dwight#dead by daylight legion#dead by daylight frank#dbd x reader#dbd fic#dbd ghostface#dbd the trickster#dbd au#dbd omegaverse#dead by daylight omegaverse
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@universestreasures asked: 💕, 🍬, 💩
* talk about your muse! || accepting
send 💕 for a love headcanon
Danny falls in love and get’s attached to people very easily. He has a great need to feel accepted and cared about, which can outweigh most negative traits or points the other person might have. For example, Paulina and Valerie previously being very nasty or mean to him and his friends.
Although this extends past just love interests and into the territory of friendship. And because I consider friendship a sort of platonic love, I’ll elaborate. Dash and Kwan are a good example. Despite the way they normally treat him, the possibility of being friends with them during at least a couple episodes made him immediately act as if they’d never done one bad thing to him.
Likewise, there are plenty of ghosts that he’s behaved in a friendly manner to, despite the specific ghosts in question having harmed him or attempted to kill his friends and family.
Basically, Danny forgives and forgets easily if it means love, acceptance, and/or friendship.
(Depending on who it is. Sorry, not sorry, Vlad...)
send 🍬 for a family headcanon
Despite claiming he is embarrassed by his family, Danny loves them a lot. When he’s not worried and stressed out by *everything* in his life, he enjoys spending time with them. And he even has a wallet full of family photos. (not something I’d expect of a teen in general, much less one that constantly says they’re emarrassing.)
send 💩 for a ridiculous headcanon
Danny can handle any level of spicy food. (in the living realm) This is because his human form can’t feel pain anymore. (except from ghost hunting weapons and other ghosts)
So if he does want to taste anything with some heat to it, he has to go looking for spicy Ghost Zone foods.
#ask answers II ouija board#hc II ghost writing#universestreasures#///ty for sending me stuff!!!!#<3
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Perennial (hardy to zones 5 and 6)
Prompt: New Beginnings
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles & Danny
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 1.324
Summary: Stiles is a California transplant in New York who needs a friend. Danny gives him coffee.
Stiles moved out of California for college. He'd thought about it for a long time, but his mind was made up when things ended badly with Derek. Actually, maybe that's an understatement. Things with Derek ended really badly. As in, I don't want to even look at the stuff you left in my bedroom badly. So, east coast it was.
Getting into the school of his choice wasn't a great trial. He'd already been getting mail from some of the biggest names in that part of the country, he just chose the best-sounding one, paid the application fee, and wrote a trite little essay. It was easy for him. The hard part was what came after.
Because after applying, after being accepted, and after flying clear across the country, for the first time in his life Stiles found himself truly alone. The only person he knew in the whole state of New York was his roommate, who he almost never saw. Kevin had a girlfriend nearby who he stayed with most of the time.
It was hard. He went to every orientation event that first week of the semester, but even though he could be friendly and act interested and chat the ears off a crowd of people, something made him feel... different. Separate from his peers, somehow. He thought it probably had a lot to do with fighting for his life in graveyards and defeating nightmare monsters most people only see in storybooks. It was like, because he couldn't talk about the stuff that actually went on in his life, he had almost nothing to say about himself. And he certainly couldn't relate to his year group in most regards. Oh, the highlight of Jason's senior year was coming in first place in the school triathlon? That's cool, Jason. The best part of my year was when I got stabbed by a witch but didn't die. Do you want to see my scar? or What's that, Bethany? Your high school boyfriend got arrested for shoplifting? You won't believe what my ex-boyfriend has been arrested for! Not exactly the kind of thing that makes a good first impression.
So for about two weeks, Stiles went to class, then back to his dorm. He stopped by the food hall for lunch and dinner. He tried hanging out one time with another boy on his floor, but it hadn't worked out. Stiles was trying not to take it personally, but being ghosted after one gaming session was a hard hint to miss. He was beginning to consider the possibility that he might not be meant for normal people. He wasn't even meant for werewolf people, if Derek was any indication. Maybe Beacon Hills broke him, somehow.
But then, after a boring and idiotic Intro Compsci class one day, he went to a cafe.
It was called Nitro Java, but Stiles didn't know that at the time. All he knew was that he could smell coffee wafting out from the door and he still had two more classes that day. He needed a cup of coffee to hold himself together, like he was an old shoe and coffee was a shoelace. Or something. He really needed caffeine, so he followed his nose in and to the counter.
When he managed to tear his eyes away from the menu, he looked down into a very familiar pair of brown eyes.
"Danny?" he said, voice a little quiet with surprise.
Danny looked back at him like it was typical. Typical Stiles, moving to the same city as him at the same time and walking into the cafe while he was on register. He sighed and his eyes crinkled a little like he might want to smile but he didn't.
"I feel like I should be more surprised," he said. Then, "Do you know what you want to order?"
And that was that for a while. They hadn't ever been friends before, back at home. And it wasn't like Jackson had ever talked to any of them long enough for Danny to even be a possible topic of conversation. It made sense that Stiles had no idea he would be there. And it made sense why Danny had no special interest in befriending him now, either. Even their unwilling extracurricular activities (People In The Know About Weird Shit In Beacon Hills Club, Alive Chapter) hadn't made them grow any closer. They were just two guys who knew each other. Why should that change now that they were two guys who knew each other 2,000 miles from home?
But it seemed to, for Stiles. He scrolled through his contacts to see if he still had Danny's number, just to check. He was surprised at his own relief when he found it. He didn't send anything. It was just nice to know there was someone walking around campus who knew his name and had met his dad. Something about that made it easier to be lonely.
When the weather started to turn and Stiles had to buy a coat (the part of him that would always be a California Boy was appalled and dismayed), he went into Nitro Java again. The shortening days and the piling assignments made him cranky and when he was cranky, he craved caffeine. As he approached the counter, he saw Danny again, standing there behind the counter wearing a purple apron with a name tag on it.
Stiles smiled at it, hitching his backpack higher onto his shoulder to free one hand. "Daniel, huh?" He reached into his pocket to grab his wallet.
"Yes," he replied. "The manager made the name tag when I got hired. Another americano?"
"Please."
After he paid and Danny turned around to make the espresso, Stiles piped up, "So, what are you studying?"
"Computer Engineering." He didn't turn around.
"Dude! That's so cool. You could be like the next Tony Stark! You probably won't have enemies from outer space, though." He stopped talking, awkwardly pausing even though he didn't know why.
Danny snorted and poured the shot into a cup of hot water, then slid it across the counter to him. "The stuff we've seen? I'm not so sure."
Stiles grinned and wrapped both hands around the cup to warm them, breathing in the smell and the steam. "Ugh, you're right. It would be just our luck to discover aliens are real, too. What do you wanna bet they're already here?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, nothing? You don't think there could be aliens here, among us? Mingling and assimilating?"
Danny crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back onto the counter toward Stiles. "Even if there are, I don't want to put money on it. I lose either way. If I'm right, that means we'll run into aliens. And knowing our history, they'll probably want to kill us. If I'm wrong, I have to give you my money."
"This is why you're going to be the next genius billionaire philanthropist," Stiles said, laughing. "That sharp business acumen."
They smiled at each other. Stiles felt warmth in the part of his brain where he usually felt cold and strange. They looked away at the same time and Stiles cleared his throat.
"So, hey. I'm taking a Compsci class and it's kicking my ass," he said, lying. "And I still have your number. Is it okay if I text you sometimes, if I need help? Since you're basically like the Computer Avenger."
Danny quirked his lips without turning his head. "Sure," he said easily. "Philanthropist, remember?"
Stiles smiled back. Even though the leaves were falling off the trees and the chill outside bit at his ears through his new winter cap, it felt like spring where he was standing. As he breathed in deep, he thought he could smell soil and rain and growing things. He took a sip of coffee and felt his mind open up around the possibility of a new beginning.
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Beltane
Written for Ectober 2021 Day 1: Trick vs Treat. This is part of the Exhumed series.
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Danny Fenton walked into the precinct. As often happened when he did this, all attention slowly turned to him. “Hi, Detective Patterson. Have you ever heard of Beltane?”
Patterson took a long swig of coffee through the plastic stir straw, because she felt the need to be at least a little drugged before dealing with whatever this was, and then said, “Is this the kind of thing the whole precinct needs to know about, or is it more specific to me?”
“Mm, not specific to you, but I’m not sure if everyone needs to know about it, yet.”
Despite only select members of the Amity Park police force knowing Danny Fenton had another identity, he’d become a sort of ‘ghost liaison’ for the precinct. Better him than the adult Fentons, who tended to break things even (especially) when they were being careful.
“Actually,” continued Danny, “you might have already noticed some things about it. I mean, it’s seasonal, and Mom and Dad were detecting ectoenergy and ghost activity spikes for events like this before they got the portal up and running. Although, the portal was supposed to stabilize and reduce those spikes… I guess reducing one isn’t bad?”
“Okay,” said Patterson. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about. Do you want me to go find Collins?”
“Oh, that might be a good idea.”
“Great,” said Patterson. She turned her head to shout across the room. “McGee. Go find Collins.”
“Still the new guy?” asked Danny, sympathetically.
“It isn’t like we’re a popular posting,” said Patterson, “and, thanks to the ghosts, we don’t really need new people.”
Danny nodded placidly. “I know. But it must be hard for him, don’t you think?”
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McGee had done his job. He’d discovered the corruption in the Amity Park Police Department and plumbed its depths. The problem was that he could never, ever, report it. Even if they didn’t have a perfectly good cause for it all, what they were ‘hiding’ (and they were only barely doing that) was so ridiculous that McGee had thought he’d gone crazy at first.
Ghosts.
The whole of Amity Park was haunted. Just like it said in those touristy brochures at the front of the local diners.
He stuck his head into the break room. “Collins, Patterson and Fenton want you,” he said.
“In the normal room?” Collins asked, shoving a sugary monstrosity of a donut into his mouth.
“I have no idea. She didn’t say.”
“Normal room then. Great job, McGee.”
McGee rolled his eyes. Great job, he said. As if he’d done anything.
God. What would Halloween be like?
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“So, it’s like, reverse Halloween?” asked Patterson.
“Well, not exactly,” said Danny. He patted Daisy, the department mascot slash corpse sniffing dog who had followed them into the small interview room, gently on the head. “Actually, there are more similarities than differences. Basically, like Halloween, we’re going to get a spike in ectoenergy. Maybe even some ectoplasmic storms. More portals. That kind of thing.” He shrugged. “Most holidays and seasonal divisions have them, you know.”
“So… we’re getting Halloween round two?” asked Collins.
“What do you bet that this is what gets McGee to snap?”
“He’s been here since December,” said Collins. “I think he’s too stubborn to leave.”
“Is he still spying?” asked Danny.
“No,” said Patterson, waving a hand. “He gave up on that, after a while. But there’s a new office bet about whether or not he’ll stay stay, or if he’ll decide to quit. We’re not allowed to join in because we know him too well.”
“Mm,” said Danny.
“I don’t actually know if I feel like I know him that well,” said Collins.
“Well,” said Danny, “it shouldn’t be as extreme as Halloween. Since, I mean, there aren’t as many religious holidays directly associated with death and stuff happening on or around May first. So. Yeah. But the thing is, there are some traditional, er, activities. Spirited activities.”
Collins suppressed a groan, and was glad that Captain Jones wasn’t available today. He and Danny could sling puns at each other for obscenely long periods of time.
“I’ve never noticed ghosts doing anything on May Day,” said Patterson.
“This is only the third year anyone’s even acknowledged that ghosts exist,” said Danny, “so I’m not really all that surprised. But the reason that I came to talk to you guys is that some of the ghosts want to do Beltane stuff. Like the fire blessings. Also, I’ve been told that some of the trees in town are secretly ghost trees, and if we don’t want to deal with another tree army, we need to do some stuff to appease them.”
“Secret ghost trees.”
“My source is very reliable,” said Danny. “Also, while I say ‘we don’t want to deal with it,’ I think we all know who’d be dealing with most of it.”
“You would,” said Patterson.
“Got it in one. Like, I can convince most of the ghosts to either do their Beltane stuff in the Ghost Zone, or somewhere out of the way. They’ll be disappointed, but I can do it. The ghost tree thing, though…”
“Can’t we just, I don’t know,” said Collins, “get rid of the ghost trees?”
“Well, they aren’t really evil ghost trees. Or even really ghost trees. They’re more… ghosts that live in trees?”
“What, like dryads?” asked Collins, raising his eyebrows.
“That’s what I said, but they’re different species, apparently.”
“Okay,” said Patterson, “so. Appeasing the trees. How many trees are we talking about here, and how are we going to appease them?”
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“Okay, so, this is definitely a whole precinct kind of thing,” said Patterson.
“And possibly an ‘all civil servants’ type of thing,” added Collins. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Where are we going to get the funding for this?”
“Oh, don’t worry about money,” said Danny. “I’ll just blackmail Vlad, and if that doesn’t work, I can get Mom and Dad to pay for it.”
“What,” said Collins.
“I think this might be a bit beyond your parents’ budget,” said Patterson, “but knock yourself out as far as Masters goes.”
“Well, I guess if it is,” he allowed, dubiously, “I could get the cults to pitch in?”
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“This is nice,” said Danny. The sky was a bit overcast, which was a shame, but the hundreds of bright flowers and cheerful music more than made up for that.
The May Day celebration was, in Danny’s opinion, a success. At least, this half of it was turning out to be. He’d have to wait and see how the Spirit Bonfires went tonight before he could really make a judgement.
He’d only had to blackmail Vlad a little, too. It turned out that the ‘ruthless businessman’ in Vlad was ludicrously easy to manipulate, and once Danny brought up how a celebration like this one could revitalize local businesses and bring in tourism, he’d caved.
Although, that might have been the threat of an angry tree army. Vlad had definitely come off worse for wear in the last one, on all fronts.
Then, publically putting the Phantom Stamp of Approval (and Necessity Given The Potential Angry Tree Army) on the event had gotten buy-in from his fans and (sigh) the cults. The cults were, in fact, very enthusiastic about their new Holy Day. Danny had made a map of all the places they’d set up booths, and was studiously avoiding them.
Sam and Tucker were doing a walkthrough of that area, now, to check for problems and unadorned thorn trees. They’d arranged to meet up soon.
So, Amity Park was decked out in ribbons and flowers. All of the schools had gotten Maypoles and the day off of classes. Several bands, both human and ghostly, were playing in different parts of town.
It was chaotic, but great.
Danny briefly cut into the street to dodge a pair of college-age men play-fighting with tree branches (a genuinely important tradition symbolizing the battle between winter and summer), then walked through a wall to avoid two ghosts doing the same thing.
Finally, he reached Madame Babazita’s table.
“Hi,” he said, “three readings, please.”
“Three?” she asked. “Just for you?”
“My friends should get here before mine’s done,” said Danny. Was he channeling some predictive powers? Maybe. Holidays did make his powers weird.
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“I have no idea what your reading is saying,” said Madame Babazita, after fifteen full minutes. “The cards simply aren’t speaking to me today. Also,” she held up an Uno card, “I’m not sure how this even got here.”
“That’s okay,” said Danny, “I just wanted to make sure it was the same as last time.”
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“Hey! Phantom!” called Ember across the crowd of ghosts that had gathered in the cemetery. Most of them were fire or nature themed. “You’re in for a treat!”
Danny, who had been examining the flowers left on his grave, looked up. “I am?”
Ember draped her arm around Danny’s shoulder. She’d been a lot more friendly with him since the corpse incident. “Sure are.” She stepped up onto the surface of his memorial, pulling him up behind her. Danny shook off a brief chill and looked around.
Ghosts were streaming into the cemetery from various directions, bringing armfuls of flowers with them. Danny could see two, huge bonfire piles of flowers growing near the cemetery gates.
“Are there going to be cows?” asked Danny, who was still fuzzy on the details of the ghostly side of the celebrations.
“I don’t know,” said Ember. “When I’ve seen this done in the GZ there are. Here? Who knows. Maybe we’ll just walk through.”
Danny nodded, unworried. Beltane sure was an interesting holiday.
The last armful of flowers was placed, and every flower in the cemetery caught on fire at once. Including the ones on Danny’s grave. Danny yelped, jumping into flight. As an ice core ghost, he vastly preferred cold to heat.
This went without saying, but fire was very hot.
Ember grabbed his foot, and he almost kicked her. “You knew that was going to happen,” he accused.
“Sure did, babypop,” said Ember, grinning. “Come on, don’t you want to pass through the bonfires?”
Danny eyed the very large bonfires on either side of the cemetery gates. They were lit up with sparks like fireworks, shifting like flowers blooming and withering and blooming again. They were beautiful and impressive, and Danny felt like melting just by looking at them.
“I don’t know…” He wanted to, but… melting…
“Well, if you want to go out the other way and be horribly unlucky for the next year…”
Danny narrowed his eyes. “Is that another trick?” he asked.
Ember’s grin grew wider, and she took off towards the gates. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Danny sighed and followed her.
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“Unbelievable,” said McGee. “Absolutely unbelievable.” He gave the elderly cultist a boost into the wagon.
“I know, right?” said Patterson. “All this property damage and a low-key kidnapping,” she gestured to the hapless late night partier who had called the police when the cult got too insistent about their message, “and they didn’t even have the good drugs?” She shook her head. “Not that we ever arrest anyone just for drugs in this town.”
“I did not just hear you say that,” muttered McGee.
“We’ll make an Amity Parker out of you yet,” said Collins, heartily, slamming the back door of the wagon. He thumbed the button on his radio. “Any other disturbances?” he asked.
“No, you’re good to come back,” said the dispatcher.
“What I don’t get,” said McGee, leaning against a nearby wall in a moment of weakness, “is why we aren’t breaking up whatever cult thing is happening in the cemetery.” They’d seen it quite clearly on their way here.
“Because those are ghosts,” said Patterson.
McGee took a deep breath. “The ghosts are having some kind of ritual in the cemetery, and you aren’t worried.”
“Not really, no.”
“I hate it here,” said McGee.
“Do you, though?” asked Collins, sounding genuinely interested in the answer.
McGee opened his mouth to snap back that, yes, he did. But…
Hm. Huh.
Collins patted him on the back.
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Welcome to Haddonfield
Chapter 1: Meeting the gang (slasher coffee shop au)
A/N: Hey yallll, so literally all day yesterday until now i’ve been working on this first chapter because I was so in love with the idea of a slasher coffee shop au so uh, here you guys go. I hope I did okay. I haven’t written a story publicly in YEARS. I’m not sure how to really feel about this, but I'm going into this as positively as I can. Oh, yeah reader does use they/them pronouns and is a poc as well as queer. Technically their gender isn’t exactly specified but you can read them as nonbinary if you’d like, I basically do. But they are afab and kinda realized I made the reader short so I’m sorry about that 😅. I’m just used to it because I’m short myself. And right, unless specified, most of the quieter slashers use sign language or texting as a form of speaking over actually talking. Unlike those slashers, I need to stop talking. ENJOY YALL, FEEDBACK IS WELCOMED.
Characters in the chapter: Reader (they prefer going by Pumpkin), Tiffany Valentine, Jason Voorhees, Danny Olsen, Stu Macher, Angel Myers, Michael Myers, Anna, and Saint (oc of mine, more so mentioned but i thought i’d put her here, yes Thomas Hewitt is her husband)
Warning: A bit of cursing, uh maybe bad grammar and spelling? (I would love to have a beta if anyone is up for the job!)
You and your best friends, Jason and Tiffany, moved to Haddonfield, Illinois about two months ago. The town was normally a quiet town which was why you all moved there. The three of you wanted to get out of the city life for a while. And Haddonfield seemed the perfect place for all of you. Barely two weeks in, your best friends found jobs quite easily. Tiffany found a job at a lingerie store at the mall and in the same mall, Jason found a job at some camping and wilderness store. You struggled a little more with finding one since it was the beginning of summer and it seemed like a bunch of teenagers snagged jobs that you were interested in. But hey, at least you got the house together for Tiff, Jase, and yourself so they wouldn’t have to worry about it every time they came home from work. Though, by the time you were done with making sure the house was the way you all wanted it to be, you were desperate for a job. You wanted to have your own money and something to do before college started back up again for you guys. Until one day, your tall and burly best friend came home early one day, with a job application in hand for you. He was signing almost too fast for you to keep up with what he was saying.
“Whoa, whoa, Jase, dude, what are you going on about?” You had to slow him down, signing right back to him, but talking along with your signing. He looked so excited, so you wanted to know why. He handed you the papers in his hand before signing to you again, but slower this time, “There’s a cafe in town that has a job opening. I spoke to the woman who owns the cafe- Saint is her name. She’s interested in interviewing you, but you need to fill this out as soon as possible.”
It made you jump up and squeal with complete joy. You looped your arms around the giant’s neck pulling him down to your height to hug him.
“Thank you so much, Jason! You’re the best!” You planted a kiss on his cheek, right as Tiff came out of her room to know what the commotion was all about. Once you explained everything, she joined in, creating a group hug between the three of you.
To your surprise, Horror Junction Cafe was Haddonfield’s most popular coffee cafe in town. Hell, even people from nearby towns came in to have their drinks and little meals. It was obviously horror themed, all year around, yet people from all types of backgrounds and lives came to the thriving cafe. So when you came in with your finished application, you were given an rather unconventional interview on the spot. It was a little nerve wracking at first, but soon you became more comfortable because of how pleasant and friendly she was. What you learned from her was that she was originally from Texas with parents hailing from Central America. She moved to the town only four years ago with her now husband, she dubbed as ‘Tommy’, and his sweet mother. And she never expected that her horror themed cafe would thrive as much as it had within four years. By the end of the interview, you were given the job once you laid out your strengths and why you thought you were a good fit for her coffee shop. You didn't really think you were going to get the job because of your lack of experience, but she reassured you no matter what everyone was required two weeks of training after the shop was closed before they began their jobs at her lovely cafe. And thank god you were only going to handle drinks and the register because weren’t much of a cook. But you didn’t have to worry too much about that. you weren’t much of a cook. Apparently there were two full-time cooks, Danny and Stu, who handled that. And the owner’s husband came in occasionally to work in the back whenever Stu or Danny had off.
Your coworker, Angel, was incredibly patient and kind with training you for those two weeks. How she had that much patience was a miracle. It made perfect sense why her parents named her Angel. Once you perfected the makings of the most popular coffee and tea combos, the short blonde let the owner and manager of the shop, Saint, knew you were ready to start working.
“Mondays are always busy, you ready for that Pumpkin?” Danny bumped his side into yours, which was nearly comical because how much taller he was than you and your other coworker. Not Anna though, she was pretty tall herself.
“Of course, I was born ready for this shit,” you scoffed, yet smiled up at him.
“Oh damn, right, I can’t believe I forgot to mention this to you,” the blonde girl smacked her hand on her forehead, as they were getting things ready for the day. You turned to her, with a confused look plastered on your face. It clearly read ‘what are you talking about?’
“My older brother comes in nearly every day to get coffee and a chocolate scone. Uh, he’s a little rough around the edges and he doesn’t really talk much. Prefers sign language. And he doesn’t let anyone but me make his coffee and only will take the scone if Tommy makes them. Don’t...Take it personally. He’s just particular about how things are done for him.”
It was obvious she was nervous. Like she expected you to judge her brother that you haven’t even met yet. So instead you shrugged.
“I mean, it sounds like it’s not harming anyone. I have my own things I do my way and that’s how I like doing it, so I’m in no place to judge him. And I know sign language, I don’t know if Saint let you know that, so that’s not a problem either.”
You noticed how her body relaxed instantly at your words and she nodded and told you Saint had mentioned that. It made you a little happy you soothed her worries and made her feel better about you meeting her brother. Though you had no idea what you were actually in for when you would meet him. As people began to trickle in, the short blonde glanced at her phone every now and then, as if she was waiting for someone to text her. ‘Maybe her brother?’ you thought. An hour and a half passed as you, Angel, and Anna, were all alternating between making drinks and being on the register, taking care of the customers. You and Anna finally switched around after thirty minutes, only to find a devastatingly tall, taller than Danny, man. He was even taller than Jason (which you always thought would be impossible to find someone taller than him), and nearly as bulky as him too. You were forced to crane your head all the way back to even get a good look at this man.
He was wearing an old, long sleeved, cannibal corpse shirt and extremely ripped up, dark blue jeans. With the outfit he was wearing, you assumed he was wearing combat boots with his pants tucked in them. Plenty of guys in the city donned that look a lot. Plenty of guys you had crushes on anyway. Once you reached his face, he was staring at you with intense, icy blue eyes which made you feel like you were being judged for a split second. That was taken away when you realized just how pretty he was. Damnit.
“Michael! You’re a little late this morning, you sleep okay?” Angel was wearing a big smile at this guy, forcing him to look at her finally. Luckily, it didn’t take you long to realize that was her brother. The curly blonde hair and icy blue eyes were a dead give away once you looked between the both of them. Though, the one thing that threw you off about them being related was him nearly being seven foot and her barely being an inch or two taller than yourself. ‘Huh guess the tall genetics skipped you, like they skipped me,’ you thought to yourself, silently amused by that.
Michael gave his sister a half-hearted shrug, before looking back at you. His stare was still fairly intense, but you could make out the slight curiosity twinkling in his eyes. “Oh, this is Pumpkin, today’s their first day. You’re in luck, they know sign language!” She sounded pretty excited, which made you wonder if people really have reacted badly or something with Michael. He didn’t seem threatening or aggressive, just quiet and calm. Maybe a little mysterious. The blonde man lifted his hands up, signing, “Do you still have Thomas’ scones?”
Immediately, you noticed the chipped black nail polish on his fingers when you watched him sign to you. It was rather wholesome to see that on a man his size. How sweet. “Yup! Angel let me know earlier. She also told me you like your coffee with four tablespoons of sugar and a lot of cream, correct?” He gave a slight nod. If you hadn’t paid attention, you more than likely wouldn’t have noticed it. He seemed like a pretty subtle man. That was no skin off your back, Jason was similar in that way.
“Awesome, that’ll be $11.55! Michael, right?” You were beaming at him widely, not letting his strange behavior shake you.
He tilted his head at you then nodded again. Was he confused by you? You couldn’t tell at this point. His face went from being curious to impassive pretty quick. Your coworkers seemed pretty chill with him and vice versa though. Not including Angel considering they were related. What was he expecting? You to run around screaming, like a mad person? You think the fuck not. Before you knew it, he was handing a twenty dollar bill towards you just as Anna’s thick Russian accent reached your ears telling you, “He always lets us keep the change.” Did Angel and Michael have a well off family or did he just happen to have a well off job? Either way, that was nice of him.
“Hey Mikey! Here’s your scone, man.” It was Stu. Stu was the same age as Angel, both of them going into their second year of college. He was a hyper kid and loved people from what you started to realize during your morning shift with him. Michael didn’t seem too bothered by the punk’s behavior. In fact, he gave him a slight smile, or at least you think that’s what you saw. You quickly snapped out of your observant gaze and took the metalhead’s $20 prior to him taking the pastry from the younger adult. Regrettably, by the time he grabbed his warm scone, his little sister was done making his coffee and called out his name and set his coffee on the pick-up table. The blue eyed man gave you one last glance before turning his heel sharply and leaving the cafe after grabbing his coffee. Not so much to your surprise, you were indeed right about the combat boots, but what you didn’t expect were the yellow laces. That was a nice thing to see in a town like this.
Suddenly, you released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding this whole time. God, that felt like it was forever, when really it was probably barely more than ten minutes. “You know what I call that, Pumpkin? A success,” Danny called out from the back to you. Yeah, it's safe to assume that wasn't normal. The curly blonde haired girl looked at you strangely, and admitted to you, “I’ve never seen him so so calm with a new person.” For some reason, that made you confused, but you choose to shrug it off for the time being. Only because your instincts were telling you really were going to enjoy your new life here in Haddonfield.
#slasher coffee shop au#mini slasher fic#michael myers x you#Michael myers x reader#rz!michael myers#rz!michael myers x you#rz!michael myers x reader#slashers#this is au where all the slashers are homies#and michael and laurie/angel are close#judith is gonna be mean as hell tho when she does show up#but shhhh you didnt hear that from me#almost everyone in here is has an alt-style and that happened by accident#I may or may not be projecting my type#also if you don't know about lace codes you should#it's important to punk culture specifically#sorry okay i'm done
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