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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dpxdc prompt #this is just me torturing danny for a little bit because im stressed and i cried for an hour while i was driving so im taking it out on B #thanks for being my little stress ball danny #aha my old middle school habit of frankensteining two characters together is resurfacing again :) yall should've seen my wattpad drafts #in middle school. i had 50 of them and most of them were me combining two characters together to make one person and putting them in one au #my most memorable being skydoesminecraft and harry potter. THAT was a fun worldbuilding experience #do i think that growing up with the fentons would fix bruce/danny completely?? hurm. no. dont kid yallselves jazz is not a licensed #therapist not even at like. nine when she meets danny. she's not helping him through his trauma in the slightest. she's nagging.#she's his sister or sister-like figure before she's his therapist. would he be #*entirely* like canon bruce tho?? no. dannybruce is a mix of the both of them. but this is still the first post of the au and is more so #just me doing the equivalent of popping a stress ball so nothing is smoothed over. mostly im just trying to keep bruce's trauma prominent i #danny's character because he IS Bruce. i dont want him to just be 'danny with bruce's backstory but without any of the ugly bits'.#danny and bruce is used interchangeably because they're the same person but sorry if his personality feels imbalanced i came up with this o #the spot. was going to type more but the stress has left me. for now. watch ur back danny 👀

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artiststarme · 1 year

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What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 8

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This part is somewhat happier than the others, hope you guys like it! As always, let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist. I still plan to write several more parts over the coming days.

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Steve stared at the phone in confused disbelief at the fact that firstly, the kids had found out that he’s been in contact with Eddie nearly the entire time and secondly, that Eddie had hung up on him. Succinctly and politely but still. He was concerned for Eddie. He had been on the receiving end of the kids’ wrath on a few momentous occasions. God knows that he would never wish their anger upon anyone, much less Eddie.

Eddie. The man that reciprocated his feelings and was interested in pursuing Steve even despite their awful miscommunication errors. Steve was thrilled that Eddie still held an interest for him and would be willing to visit him in Chicago. He loved it there but he had never felt so alone outside of his hometown and from underneath the thumbs of his parents.

But he was mostly concerned about the angry kids situation. So, he gave it thirty minutes before he called the trailer’s new landline. No answer. So, he waited a moment and called again.

“Munson residence,” an old, clearly not Eddie’s, voice answered.

“Um, hi Mr. Munson. It’s Steve. Is Eddie okay, he said the kids found out and he sounded upset.”

Steve heard a muffled muttering, probably Mr. Munson asking Eddie if he wanted to talk to Steve and a vicious affirmation on Eddie’s part. Then, Eddie’s voice filled the line. It was still croaky which clued Steve into the fact that he had been upset enough to cry. “Heya, Stevie.”

“What happened? Are you okay? Did you talk to the kids?”

Eddie sighed, “less talked to and more got screamed at but yeah, I talked to the kids.”

Steve grew even more concerned at his toneless and tired explanation. “What did they say?”

Eddie released a small but sardonic laugh, “oh you know, the usual. I’m a coward and a liar. Who knew, right?”

“Eddie…” Steve knew that the other boy saw the term coward to be the worst thing you could call anyone. He knew that he still struggled with guilt for running from Chrissy on that first night all those months ago. And he knew that being called a coward by the kids, the only people he didn’t run from that fateful week, would fuck with his head. Maybe he would appreciate a distraction? “Does Wayne work tonight?”

Eddie confusedly confirmed, “yes… he works nearly every night.”

Steve’s heart fluttered with nerves. “Do you want to spend a couple of days with me in Chicago? You can get away from the kids for a while and have some fun?”

Eddie sighed once more, “that sounds great Stevie but I don’t think I should drive like this. My hands are still fucking shaking. I can’t drive for hours tonight but I appreciate the thought, big boy.”

Well that just won’t do. Steve had the next three days off while the coffee shop was being painted and remodeled. He had nothing but time and you better believe he was willing to do anything to put a smile back on Eddie’s face after those damned kids had made it disappear.

“Alright, start packing your bag. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be there in like four hours.”

“What? No, Steve I don’t want you driving so long either. It’s almost dark out. Steve,” Steve cut him off without regret.

“Okay Eds, see you soon! Bye!”

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Eddie stared at the phone for a moment before shrugging to himself and moving to his room to pack his bag. There was no arguing with the guy. But there was an adventure to be had!

He was still extremely upset about the kids’ reaction to him talking to Steve and their subsequent insults. His hands were still fucking shaking and his breath was still short. But it was fine. Steve was coming back and they would go to the city together. He didn’t know how he would be getting back to Hawkins but that’s fine. He’d figure that out later.

He was interrupted from his musings when Wayne gently knocked on the open door. “Hey Eddie, I’m heading ta work. Ya gonna be alright by yourself?”

He felt bad, he’s put his uncle through some major shit over the years and the old man still cared about him. “I’m sorry Uncle Wayne, I didn’t mean to cry all over you. I’ll be fine. Steve is coming over tonight and we’re gonna go to Chicago tomorrow. He wants to show me the sights.”

Uncle Wayne hummed and narrowed his eyes. “Ya coming back?”

Eddie huffed and broke a smile. “Course I’m coming back. Can’t leave you here all by your lonesome.”

Uncle Wayne nodded and gave him a small, crooked smile. “I’ll see ya in the mornin’, kid.”

Once he left and Eddie heard his truck drive off down the gravel driveway, Eddie started a frantic clean of his room and the rest of the trailer. It wouldn’t be the first time Steve had been there but it would be the first time since they were… more. Friends that confessed to having crushes for the other and falling in love before a miscommunication apparently didn’t ruin everything. Yeah, not complicated at all.

He did the dishes, wiped down the counters and cabinets, threw every sour smelling item of clothing he had on the floor into a laundry basket, changed his sheets, and dusted the living room. Then, with roughly two hours left before Steve arrived, he started packing his favorite clothes into his old backpack and grabbed some cassettes from his van. It was a long drive to the city and you better believe he wasn’t going to be listening to Steve’s shit. He wouldn’t be caught dead listening to Tears for Fears or ABBA, thank you very much.

When he heard a knock on the door, he was a little confused. With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, he determined that Steve would still be driving for another thirty minutes at least. So who the hell was darkening his doorstep? He tentatively walked glanced through the window to see an irate Robin glaring at the door. Oh no. Eddie considered not answering but his choice was taken from him when she started yelling.

“Eddie! I know you’re in there, you doofus. I can see your van! Open the door or I will break it down. Don’t make me get Nancy and have her shoot it!”

Eddie quickly opened the door and leaned against the door jam. “Why hello, Robin. Lovely weather we’re having. What brings you to my humble abode?”

She shoved past him before turning and glaring at him. He shut the door gently and took a deep breath before turning to face her. “Why wouldn’t you tell me that he called you? I haven’t talked to him since the day he hung up on us at Family Video. You know that I’m worried about him. He’s my best friend and he hasn’t called me again. I thought he might’ve been murdered and thrown into a ditch or something. Here I am thinking he’s dead and you’ve been talking to him? How much, everyday? Meanwhile I’ve been worrying my ass off. I’m hurt that you didn’t consider that,” She rambled angrily.

Eddie’s eyes widened and he flapped his hands around as if to dispel her words. “No! I know you’re worried about him and I wasn’t keeping it a secret to hurt you or anything. I just, he asked me not to tell anyone. I think he’s scared of what you guys might say. And I worried if I did tell you guys and he found out then he would stop talking to me and none of us would be able to contact him. It just… it wasn’t my secret to tell.”

They were both silent for a minute before Robin nodded and slugged him in the arm. “Look, I get it. But I’m still mad you didn’t tell me. When the kids visited me at work to tell me, I was really hurt. I thought we were close enough that you wouldn’t keep secrets from me. But I can’t be upset that you kept a promise to the dingus. He needs everyone he has right now. Do you have any more secrets you’d like to share?”

Eddie pursed his lips to hide a mischievous smile. The cat was so far out of the fucking bag now. “Not really. I mean, unless you count Steve coming to pick me up to take me back to where he’s been staying. Nothing big.”

Robin looked at him blankly for a minute but when they both saw headlights through the window, she jumped up and smacked him in the chest. “Son of a bitch, Eddie! He’s here?”

Eddie smiled, “yeah, he’s here.”

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#Steve is back in Hawkins for the time being!#should the kids see Steve or no?#I originally wrote a lot more but had to break it into two parts #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #steddie #fanfic #I still hate writing dialogue #that's true love because I wouldn't be driving 4 hours to see anyone

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