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lilyrizzy · 1 year

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Prompt: you can try to go home, but it will never feel the same

anon i know you probably wanted some daniel returning to redbull angst with this one, but i am nothing if not diaspointing lol, so have a self absorbed 'in that iron ground' sequal i wrote instead.

cw: parental death, angst, speculation on what it means to be the 'biological' parent or not of a child

“Here you are.”

Max’s voice comes from behind him, but Daniel doesn’t turn from where he’s watching the gentle rise and fall of their daughter’s chest, the way the colourful lights from the mobile dance across her face in the darkened room.

“I’ve read they decided those types are bad for babies now,” Michelle had told him earlier, in that critical, been there, done that parent way, with just a healthy dose of big sister smugness thrown in, as she’d watched him attach it to the crib. It’s so old. Daniel wonders if it wasn’t the same one he slept in.

Like father, like daughter.

“I thought you had got lost on your way from the bathroom.”

Daniel still doesn’t look up, but he hears the telltale ‘click,’ of Max switching off the baby monitor. Daniel has joked, more than once, about how Max had it surgically attached to his hip 6 months ago, when she first came into their world. Red-faced, and kicking, and the best decision they ever made.

He comes to stand beside Daniel.

Everybody else is downstairs. It’s past ten but even the kids are still up. Izzy is ‘waiting for Santa,’ and Isaac is shooting Daniel eye-rolls over her head, as though to prove he’s a grown-up because now he knows the truth. Max has been quizzing Michelle endlessly on the pro’s and con’s of different milk warming systems, and his mum has been sat listening with her new boyfriend—Tim’s—hand on her knee, and Daniel just-

He just needed a minute.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, not wanting to disturb Emilia, though anyone would know she was Max’s daughter by her ability to sleep through an earthquake alone, “I just-“

“Wanted a moment?” Max supplies, because of course he knows when it comes to his family.

Daniel nods. Emilia makes a little noise, a groan, like she’s thinking about protesting their loving stares, but it’s gone as quickly as it came.

“It’s weird,” Daniel eventually gets out. “Coming home, and there’s another man sitting with my mum on the couch.”

But it’s not even about that, not really. Tim is nice, he makes his mum laugh and Michelle tells him regularly over the phone, “she’s really happy, Daniel. It’s the first time I’ve seen her smile so much since dad.” He shakes Daniel’s hand and asks him about his new job with the Redbull junior team, and when his mum sent Emilia her first party dress in the post, she had signed his name right next to ‘grandma’ on the card.

Besides, if Daniel ever- He’d want Max to find somebody else too. Even if the idea of it makes Daniel sick to his stomach, makes him want to do something crazy like tattoo his name onto Max’s chest, the thought of him being alone forever is worse.

Max’s hand comes to cup the back of his neck, to rub his thumb over the muscle that he knows aches more these days than it used to.

“When my mum got her first boyfriend, I did not like it also,” he admits, though it doesn’t sound like a feeling he is shying away from. “I know it is not the same, but I think always it is strange to see your mum with somebody else."

It is, but maybe what’s stranger is the way it took Daniel getting to the ranch for him to realise that his dad wouldn’t be here for his daughter’s first Christmas. He’d spent the first evening looking helplessly around the dinner table at everybodys faces, foolishly stunned to learn that the sudden life of her couldn’t raise his father from the ground.

“Sometimes I still have to remember,” he admits, because it suddenly feels too shameful to keep a secret. “That he’s- That my dad is dead.”

He forces the words past his teeth, eyes fixed on the slight purse of Emilia’s lips. It’s something he’s been practicing with his therapist; not shying away from saying the truth. You’d think that after five years it would feel like that, but Daniel still finds there are days when his fingers twitch to call the contact he still can’t bear to delete from his phone book.

From the corner of his eye, Daniel can see Max nod but stay silent, like he’s been given a particularly tricky problem that he’s trying to find a solution for.

“He was here for longer than he has not been here,” he eventually says, like the hole in Daniel’s life is something that can be plugged with logic.

“True,” Daniel agrees anyway, because he knows that Max is trying, and it’s unfair to expect him to have the answers when Daniel doesn’t even know what he is asking for.

The closest thing he can think of is, ‘do you think my dad would still have loved her even without any of my DNA,’ but it’s a cruel thing to ask Max, who so desperately wanted Daniel to be the biological father. Besides, it’s not like Max would know what to say to that anyway.

“Also,” Max continues, a hesitant edge to his voice now, “of course it will be more sad this time. To bring Emilia and know he is not here to see her.”

That’s closer. Daniel can feel it, the way the words pang in his chest.

Yet, to hear it while looking down at his daughter’s sleeping body, it crests an entirely different wave of fear inside him.

There will be a time when this is her, when she’ll be spending Christmas night in the house where she grew up, but that she no longer lives in, and Daniel won’t be there to see her open her presents in the morning. It’s ridiculous really. He’s never spent one holiday with her yet, and he’s already worried about the ones he’ll miss.

“When me and Michelle were kids, on Christmas night my dad would cover the floor in flour,” he begins to recount, the words made of his desire to bridge the gap between what his father was to him then, and who Daniel is now. “He would make footprints in them, all the way from the chimney to the tree and back again, for us to find in the morning. He did it for Isaac too, made Santa’s footprints, we- We should do that for Emilia, when she is old enough.”

When he looks at Max, he’s smiling. Softly, the hue of the mobile turning the tips of his mousy hair golden. He nods, reaching for Daniel’s hand, and sliding his fingers into the four gaps between Max’s feels like coming home more than boarding a plane ever has.

“I hope I am a dad like yours,” Max whispers. The and not like mine hangs so heavy in the air, Daniel doesn’t need for him to say it to hear it.

Still, he answers him-

“I hope we are better than both of them.”

#i hope you like it anyway!#or someone at least does lol #in that iron ground #fic #max/daniel #cw parental death

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popchoc · 1 year

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Marina : 🏕️😂⛈️

Maya & Carina, 🏕 ⛈️ 😂

The loud thunderclap that roars above them is followed by an amused chuckle.

"Did you just flinch, bella?" Carina asks Maya through the darkness, "You're not scared, are you?"

The playful insinuation makes Maya turn in her sleeping bag.

"What? No!" she cries out, right when a flash of lightning lights up the sky, illuminating her somewhat indignant face. "You do know where I work, right?!" Yet before Carina can even answer, Maya already fires the question straight back at her. "Are you?"

"Scared?" Carina chortles, "Ah, per niente! This is nothing compared to the thunderstorms in Tuscany."

She has barely finished her sentence when heavy rain starts to pour down, drowning out her voice as it hits the canvas right above their heads. As if on cue, they scooch closer together.

"You really want me to believe you went camping before?" Maya questions, "Like, in an actual tent?"

"Why not? I am camping now, no?!"

"Because I practically made you," Maya bursts out laughing.

Carina opens her mouth to respond, but stops herself when another deafening crash of thunder strikes. As soon as the noise dies down, she leans in, stating, "I might not prefer camping as much as you do, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. For one, because I finally get to see my fearless Maya being scared."

"I am not scared!" Maya exclaims, "I am… alert, at most."

"Sure," Carina laughs, sounding more entertained by the minute, "Prove it!"

Through the lightning's glare, Maya can see that Carina sits up, inviting her to do the same. Though slightly confused, she mirrors her cross-legged position, their knees almost touching, then feels how Carina searches for her hands.

"Let's see how cool-headed you are," she grins, making Maya quickly withdraw her hands.

"Hold on, why is this all about me?" she protests, her voice loud to rise above the raging storm outside. "Who says you're so chill?!"

Carina giggles, giving in. "Bene, we're both in. The one who gets startled the least, wins."

Not yet convinced of Carina's impromptu game, Maya looks doubtful - although Carina can hardly see her. "And we're keeping score how...?"

Carina's answer gets lost in the noise of rain and thunder, leaving Maya unsure if she's hearing her right.

"We do what?!"

"We strip," Carina laughs, "Each time the storm makes us wince or jump, we take something off."

Maya lets out a perplexed chuckle, baffled by the suggestion. "Yeah, no, I'm not gonna do that. I'm not getting naked with this weather outside."

"Because you're scared…"

"Because in the worst case scenario, we have to leave this tent and take a run."

"But Maya," Carina goes on, her voice teasingly calm, "if you're not scared, you'll never get naked! You—" Whatever she's about to say next is muffled by a pillow thrown to her face, drawing another laugh from her. "Okay, okay, no stripping! The one who moves first, loses. And has to make breakfast in the morning. Alright?"

With a deep yet giggly sigh of surrender, Maya offers her hands again. "Alright."

And so the game begins. The storm rages on, with drumming rain, clamorous, booming bursts of thunder and lightning bolts now constantly ripping the sky - allowing them to actually see each other more often than not, despite the midnight hour.

The heart of the storm is close, they both know it. Whether they are used to it or not, this is a big one, and getting tensed because of it would be perfectly normal. But neither of them shows any nerves, or any discomfort. They just sit there, holding each other's hands.

It's Maya who feels the first hint of movement, yet not the kind they talked about. Stretching out, Carina's fingertips managed to find the thin, sensitive skin of Maya's wrist, grazing it with the lightest touch.

"Are you trying to tickle me!?" she calls out, both stunned and amazed, "You cheater!!"

Once again, Carina doesn't get the chance to react. Yet this time it's not a return question or a pillow coming for her; it's Maya herself, as she launches her body on top of her wife without any warning. It's the start of a serious tickle fight, that doesn't end till they are completely out of breath from laughing.

Gasping for air, and still holding on to each other, they both drop themselves on Carina's pillow - Maya's gotten lost somewhere near their feet. Carina grabs the opportunity to nestle herself into Maya's embrace.

"Okay, you are brave and now worthy of protecting me," she mumbles contently, burying her face into the hollow of her neck.

"Good," Maya smiles, "I just need you to know one thing." She nuzzles Carina's hair, before slowly moving her lips towards her ear, softly whispering, "I like my eggs sunny side up."

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Mix & Match Writing Prompts (still open - except for Marina in a tent! 😂)

#maya bishop #carina deluca #maya x carina #station 19 #fanfiction #writing prompts #this challenge already turns out to be... well truly challenging 😆#i hope you like it anyway!

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viperdove-if · 1 year

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Was initially going to pass on this IF since it didn’t sound like something I’d be into, I happened to see a reblog of that ask about MC slamming O into the wall and kissing them and FUCK

My heart has been completely stolen already

O and MC have a lot of pent up tension. :p The lines between hate and love get REAL blurred between them.

#I hope you like it anyway!#ro: oren/odessa #answered #char:mc

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purlturtle · 1 year

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Are you still doing the prompts, and if so, may I ask for a Bering and Wells slow dance??

This would be straight-up number one on this "soft" prompt list; thanks for the prompt, and sorry it took me so long to get to it!

Let's make it a continuation of this scene, in which Myka and Helena hesitate before going to Myka's next high school reunion, ten years after the one we saw in the show.

"Man," Kurt Smoller sighed, rolling his whiskey glass between his hands and nodding at the couple slow-dancing on the mostly-empty dance floor. "So many things make so much more sense now."

They were sweet, Myka and this Helena. And it was... Well, it was kinda good to know that he never stood a chance with the one who got away, right? Right. He'd always had a bit of a crush on Myka, no matter how much everyone had always called her nerd. Knowledge was cool, okay? And boy, she sure knew a lot. Sure, he'd never told anyone - had a reputation to maintain and all that - but yeah, when she'd showed up ten years ago in that dress with that lipstick and all...

But she'd made it clear, back then, that she wasn't interested, and he wasn't the kind of guy to go where he wasn't wanted. And then she'd said that thing about the not-boyfriend, and she had kissed him, but... it had been really odd, that kiss. Not that he was complaining, he had gotten a kiss out of it, but... It hadn't seemed like her heart was in it, back then.

And now it made sense.

Myka and her partner - no, wife: Myka had looked so sweet saying that, half shy, half proud, bit disbelieving still - were still dancing with each other. Myka had taken her shoes off; they were dangling off her hand, behind Helena's back. They were the same height, now, and so visibly at ease with each other, even though Helena had seemed nervous, in the beginning. Understandable, that: coming to a reunion as a stranger, and being obviously... well, not-straight, right? Gay - but, like, not the swearword kinda gay. Just the normal word, the thing that some people just were. They'd waited until almost everyone was gone - it was almost midnight by now - before daring to dance together. But no one was bothered, or bothered them; part of why Kurt was watching was to make sure of that.

Let anyone try, and they'd learn that Kurt Smoller's tackle was still top notch.

He never would have thought that Myka- But yeah, seeing her now, with Helena, so happy, it made sense that she was with a woman. And he was happy that she was happy. She was laughing - Helena must have said something funny; she had a mouth on her, that one. He liked that she made Myka laugh. He'd tried, too, back when Myka was still in glasses and braces, because even then her laugh had been cute as hell. But man, she'd been so out of his league; his jokes had fallen flat so often he'd stopped trying.

No, this was better. They had made quite the entrance, Myka Bering and her plus one, whose lipstick color matched a lipstick print on Myka's shirt collar - and who would have ever thought that Bering the Bookworm would saunter into a high school reunion with the hottest woman on her arm and a lipstick print on her shirt?! And it wasn't just that; they clearly cared for one another. When Helena had gotten them drinks, she'd put the vodka tonic in front of Myka and turned it just so, so that the cucumber slice on the side of the glass wouldn't bother Myka when she drank. When Myka had, later, ordered food for the two of them, she hadn't even had to ask what Helena wanted, and the look of fond exasperation with which she'd then watched Helena tear into her rare steak-

Yeah, that was love.

Enviable, really.

#Bering and Wells #Warehouse 13 #my fic #tumblr fic #prompt fic #bit out of left field #but hey why not use Kurt for POV?#I hope you like it anyway!

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fox-mulder-gets-pegged · 1 year

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I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

#she cornered me in the car and asked what shipping was and i almost had a fucking heart attack #imagine being like 16 years old and habing to explain knotting to your mother #random emo music girl I'm glad you had fun talking about your Band Guys to my mother #bc i also attended take your kid to work day at that office and i know how boring it was #but christ alive why did you have to fuck me like that?#anyways i hope this post reaches you so at the very least you know i think about you at least once a week #this has been weighing on me for ten years #im almost tempted to blaze this post

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theoldaeroplane · 7 months

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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

#writing #art #music #games #things i have to remind myself of daily #anyway ive found those things you're worried about sharing are often the most powerful things you CAN share #i hope you write #<- i would like to replace that tag with something that is less conversational #it makes reblogs awkward #anyway good morning. i have so many things to do today but instead i am crafting a memorial to my partner's best friend in my fanfiction.

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ato-dato · 9 months

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Aziraphale please! He’s been through enough!!!

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petscoboba · 18 days

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I want Toby Fox three years after the last chapter to make a game where it's just the Fun Gang going on a road trip to the east coast to go fishing. They raid a gas station on the way to grabs snacks for the road (and the lobsters they catch). Happy April Fool's.

#deltarune #susie deltarune #noelle deltarune #noelle holiday #kris dreemurr #fishing momence #I have one more page I wanted to draw for this little idea #but i'll have to get to it at a later date when i've got more energy #in reality this idea started as a way for me to draw kris happy after highschool #i relate to kris' lethargy a lot-- so i wanted to see them still trying to make the most of it despite their depressive nature #(perhaps if kris can find a way out maybe i can too?)#it's hard. it's really hard when you feel like you've got really nothing to look towards to #but i hope they can find meaning anyways. i hope they smile one day and i hope it's a real one #pssstt! chronologically this post takes place after another comic i have planned in the midst. it'll take 10 years to complete but one day.#that comic. will not be a happy one #heeeheehoohoo

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snarkspawn · 4 months

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based ofc on this

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanart #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #astarion #stuff and things #userpharawee #I'm back! hi :D #just a quick silly thing to try and get back into the groove after two weeks hhh #wHY do I always feel like I forgot how to draw after not drawing for a while uGH. anyway.#how have you guys been? I hope 2024 is treating you well so far ♥︎

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the-phantom-peach · 6 months

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Little Big Changes ✂️~

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CONTEXT~~

A long forgotten short comic I did for pre-totk/post-botw domestic zelink

I love Zel’s hair symbolism especially after altering her status as a “princess”and becoming a Hateno grade school teacher. She’d most likely still maintain some insecurities but that’s what our lovely knight was made for <3

Semi-connected to my previous Signing Link headcanon, Link speaks here for the first time post-Calamity and gets super self-conscious. But of course Zelda doesn’t mind and is happy that Link growing more comfortable after the events of breath of the wild

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triona-tribblescore · 14 days

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I cant stop thinking about them :'( 🩷🩷✨✨ drew my human designs for a wee change of pace uvu

#husk is a “sleep for 12 hours and still feel sleepy” kinda guy #I feel like angel would be kind of used to weird hours cause of work so he'd be able to adjust to most hours #tho in this pic its like 12pm lol #anyway im sobbing over them thank you goodnight uvu <3 #IF YOU SEE THIS I HOPE YOURE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY!! <33 #mwah #huskerdust #angel dust #husk #huskerdust fanart #hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #human angel dust #human husk #tribbleart

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efplanning · 2 months

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eeveelution family that studies pokemon evolution and stuff lineup 2.0

#pokemon #ditto #eevee #jolteon #flareon #vaporeon #espeon #umbreon #leafeon #glaceon #sylveon #my art #the “chibi” style isnt totally consistent w all of these so the heights and stuff dont line up 100% but....yknow.#anyways i hope you all know im gonna be srbing this like crazy if i need to. lol #the kids

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platyroonism · 2 months

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ra ta tooey

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tooquirkytolose · 8 days

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~The Most Beautiful Woman in The World~

Download on itch.io for extra content!

#my art #comic #it's about how when you love someone you think theyre the most beautiful person to exist!!!#it's also about me drawing a man in the sluttiest little miniskirt imaginable-who said that #i tried throwing hints throughout the story that yes the gods are doing the equivalent of making two dolls kiss #anyways hope u like it i know its quite long for a tumblr post teehee woops

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hailsatanacab · 4 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #batpham #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #look. this has been in my mind for so long guys so long - and idk if its canon that the batfam have codes for time travel situations or what #but i feel like ive seen it before and if its not canon it should be #so here - how i think that would be funny to go down #i have so many thoughts about TUE and its place in a dpxdc crossover like holy shit there's so many ways it can go!!#i have another wip in the works thats kinda similar to this but with superman and i cannot wait to work on it again #there are so many ways i wanted this to go but i just couldnt get there - i wanted to keep it on the shorter side but like #perhaps ill have to expand #i just love the idea that like. theres a stranger at your table who knows you and knows you well. who knows the secret that youd die to keep #there's a stranger at your table and he says something and you know he's family. you know you're strangers but now...#now you have to be something more #oh man theres so many juicy ways it can go and I KNOW I DID NONE OF THEM #i want to write this whole plot again and make it angstier #(me with everything)#anyway! sorry love you all hope you enjoy it!!

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