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Nomen Nescio | chapter 1

Out of all of his names, he’s always felt the most comfortable with Danny Fenton. -- Nomen nescio - used to signify an anonymous or unnamed person. Translated from lating, it means "I do not know the name." 5th Installment of the Hey Brother AU

A DPxDC crossover // Read on [AO3]

MASERLIST // Next Chapter → Out of all of his names, he’s always felt the most comfortable with Danny Fenton. It was his identity, who he was and how he viewed himself for a good few centuries. Regardless of how much he’s changed, he’d always believe himself to be Danny Fenton at his core. That the Fentons don’t exist in this universe also means that it’s a handy pseudonym for whenever he wants to remain under radar. Jack Fenton, Mattie Fenton, Jasmin Fenton; all identities he’s assumed in one way or another. Sometimes he’d even parade around as Sam Manson or Tucker Foley.

(He contemplated going by Vlad Masters for a solid ten seconds before shuddering at the idea. He wanted to remain anonymous, not picked out for having such an obvious villain name.)

After Danny Fenton, he felt most at home with the name al Ghul. It was the name he was given in this life, lovingly chosen by his mother. If it were not for that single fact, he might have discarded himself of the name entirely.

Danyal al Ghul was everything Danny Fenton was not. The prodigal son. The Demon’s Heir. Pride of the League. An accomplished assassin, a proficient killer, the unseen shadow. The name alone cultivated a reputation of fear even without his interference (he blamed Ra’s for that). But it was a name that he’d grown up with. A name his mother chose. A name that gave him a brother. So even if he did not love the name, he still saw some part of himself in it. It was a version of himself he chose to be in this life, for better or for worse.

Wayne was the name that sat heavy and uncertain on his tongue. A name that he did not think of as his own, even when it was offered freely. The name evoked a legacy. Of pioneers, of architects, of doctors, of the forefathers of Gotham in all its smog and glory. Of hope, of justice, of the weak becoming strong to protect those who cannot do so themselves. It was the name of heroes.

And Danny—whether Fenton or al Ghul—was not a hero in this life. In the grand scheme of things, he was barely a hero in the last.

He could be a hero if he wanted to. He had the suit, the powers, and even the backstory. And he was certain worse people than him had turned over a new leaf and decided to pursue the path of righteousness. But the fact of the matter is that Danny didn’t want to.

He’s had that life already. And heroism just didn’t hold the same appeal it once did when he was fourteen and living in a different universe.

But just because he wasn’t a hero in this life, doesn’t mean he’d sit idly by when innocent people are in trouble in front of him.

Shades lowered, scarf firmly wrapped over his nose, and hood up, Danny ripped the emergency doors off the back of a school bus and ushered all the kids out. Just minutes later, a huge chunk of falling debris smashed onto the now empty bus.

Ah, Metropolis. Why did he wanna come here again?

Superman crashed onto the road, leaving a boulder-sized crater into the asphalt. He burst from the rubble unharmed, firing off his laser vision at the giant robot looming in the distance.

Right. It’s because he wanted to see aliens.

Danny helped the bus driver usher the kids into some nearby safe zone, mostly by making sure there were no stragglers. He kept watch over the battle at the corner of his eye, but paid no mind after Superman bounded into the air, probably leading the robot away from them.

One of the little kids—maybe a few years younger than Damian—tugged at his sweater. “You were so strong, mister! You just ripped the door right off!”

Danny couldn’t help the grin on his face. He ruffled the kid’s hair. “That��s cuz I eat all my vegetables.”

“Nuh uh! You’ve definitely got super powers or something. Ooh, or you’re an alien like Superman!”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, kid. I’m not an alien or anything.”

Danny scampers off before the rest of the kids start getting ideas.

He follows the fight as best he could in between aiding in civilian duty, and taking advantage of the chaos to switch up his disguises. It was rare for him to cross paths with a hero when he worked for the League of Shadows, so he was curious at how effective they were in a fight. He’d sifted through the League’s databases when he was younger so he had a basic idea of who the current big names were and their power sets, but it was nothing like watching them battle in real life.

Superman, surprisingly, kept his distance during the fight. He used his heat vision, cryo-breath, and even resorted to just chucking massive pieces of debris at the robot to keep his distance. Wonderwoman and Green Lantern seem to be doing a lot of the heavy hitting up close, and he thinks he’d seen the Flash zipping around somewhere.

The robot probably had a heavy stock of kryptonite on it, which means Lex Luthor.

Damn rich people.

The robot fired off two large shells of its weapon. The projectiles flew at high-speeds towards Superman— before suddenly changing course and homing towards…Danny?

Oh Lex Luthor that bitch.

Before Danny could even raise his own shields, Superman comes barreling in front of Danny and zipped him away as the shell impacted the earth. Superman let out a low whistle. “Well, that was a close one.”

The rounded shell suddenly popped open, releasing a cloud of green gas. Seconds later, more canisters lodged themselves in the ground around them, covering the intersection in a thick cloud of green smoke. And as if fate didn’t hate Danny enough, a strong wind blew the gas over towards them.

Superman toppled to the ground, doubled-over as he breathed in the gas. Aerosolized kryptonite? How fun.

A couple streets over, Danny starts seeing a bunch of smaller robots roaming around and causing chaos in the streets, further dividing the heroes’ attention.

Danny sighed. “You just had to jinx it, didn’t you?”

Superman looked at him like he just grew a second head— which hadn’t happened in centuries mind you. Learning how to clone yourself is hard no matter how easy Vlad makes it look. “You need to get out of here,” he shouted between coughs. “It’s dangerous!”

That he actually contemplates leaving Superman here as a hoard of giant spider-robots was enough of a reason to make Danny stay. Those thoughts were the devil talking. And by the devil, he meant Ra’s. “Trust me when I say that you’re probably at the safest place you can be.” Danny slams his palm onto the ground. “By the way, you don’t need air to breathe, right?

“I— well, no, but what are you—?”

A single purposeful tug at his ghostly energy creates a dome of bright green light around them. Those years of solitude gave him enough time to experiment the extent of his powers, both in his ghost form and outside it. One of the very cool things he learned with shields is that he could manipulate the energy and permeability of the ectoplasm in such a way that he could create his very own little vacuum chamber inside. Which meant that he could suck all of the airborne kryptonite out of Superman’s radius.

There would still be some kryptonite in his system, but at least he won’t be inhaling more of it.

The only downside of all of this is that Danny did have to fortify his own human lungs to be able to keep breathing. He was still technically walking around as a human right now.

“What in the—”

“Oh! Looks like back-up is coming.”

In the distance, the distinct shape of the batwing soars overhead, sending rounds and rounds of ammunition at Luthor’s robot. There’s an explosion at its front, sending off a chain reaction as both of the machine’s arms are blown off.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and dials a series of numbers right out of his head. (His phones had a tendency to break, so saving numbers just became too much of a hassle every time he had to get a new one.)

The call picks up on the second ring.

“Hey Bats! Your little superfriend over here got gassed with some kryptonite.” At the corner of his eye, Danny just sees Superman mouth what in the world under his breath. No swearing? Really? Huh, must be the boy scout in him. “He’s safe, but I’d rather you take him off my hand before he starts asking questions.”

(His sharp hearing picks up Superman’s mumbled “I don’t even know what questions to start asking.”)

There’s a brief moment of silence on the other line, before he eventually hears a strangled sigh and a raspy “Copy that, just stay there. Don’t move.”

Danny hangs up and pockets his phone. “Welp, better hang tight Supes, because your knight in shining…kevlar? (I think it’s kevlar) is coming to pick you up soon.” He steps out of the dome he’d created, picking up a fallen metal baseball bat from the ground.

“Wait— ok, putting aside the fact that you somehow have the Batman’s phone number, I am 100% sure he told you to stay put.”

“Yeah, well…” He twirls the bat in his hand, thinking back to that one mobile game he’s been enjoying. “Rules are made to be broken.”

He takes a swing at the nearest spider robot, hard enough to dent the titanium skull.

***

Ten minutes and thirty-something smashed robots later, Danny flagged down the Justice League to pick up their wayward companion.

Superman—who begrudgingly stayed put inside the ecto-shield because a) he couldn’t leave, b) even if he could the kryptonite gas just refused to disperse, and c) the League looked like they were wrapping things up soon anyway—breathed a sigh of relief as Flash created a vortex that cleared the air.

“Thanks, Flash.” And then turning to Danny, he flashed those pretty pearly whites and put out his hand to shake. “And thank you, too, for all your help. Though I don’t think I managed to catch your name there, son.”

Son, son, son. There was a time when Danny was newly born into this world where he flinched at the word, too unused to being called anyone’s son after his parents passed away.

(At the ripe old age of 92, passing within seconds of the other because Jack and Maddie had been attached at the hip ever since they fell in love. Much to Danny’s surprise, a whole symposium of scientists came to attend his parents’ funeral. He’d always pictured his parents as the weird and kooky scientists no one outside of Amity took seriously. Sure, they revolutionized the entire world’s view of science and the afterlife and essentially found a way to make interdimensional travel possible, but they were his parents.)

(Jack: his dad who drove recklessly but always somehow avoided getting his license revoked, who made a fudge so delicious it could be classified as a sin, and who never failed to be there for Danny whenever he was down.)

(Maddie: his mom who knew a thousand ways to break someone’s bones with just a paperclip, but couldn't cook a single unburned or irradiated meal to save her life, who nurtured Danny’s love of space and helped him build his first flight module.)

(He loves Talia, he really does. She’s his mother, but Maddie and Jack were his mom and dad. Like he was first and foremost Danny Fenton, he has, and always will be, their son.)

Danny doesn’t flinch at the word now.

It’s one word, and it’ll hold about as much meaning as he lets it.

He kicks the head of his bat off the ground and swings it to rest at his shoulder. “It’s no problem,” he says, completely ignoring Superman’s angling for his own name. “I was getting bored of sightseeing anyway.”

“Sightseeing?” Flash let out a laugh. “You must be fun at parties if your solution to getting bored is smashing robots into bits. Seriously, though, I don’t think I’ve seen you before. New meta?”

Danny tilted his head to the side and shrugged, letting them interpret that answer however they wanted to. It was always fun seeing what people came up with to explain, well, him.

“So this is your first time in Metropolis, then?” Superman asked, eyes narrowed. Not that Danny was thinking about it, wasn’t Superman’s day job a reporter or something? He could see the gears turning in the other’s mind, pulling out that proverbial red string on the corkboard to piece all his information together. “It’s…not exactly the best first impression of the city, but I’d like to welcome you anyway.”

Danny shook his hand firmly, but didn’t tap into his well of superhuman strength to make a point. “Well, might not be the best but it sure is the most exciting first impression I’ve had. It’s the first superhero fight I’ve seen this close, you know!” He didn’t know how much,if any, Superman already knew about him. And if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t really know whether he cared if Superman investigated him or not.

It could go either way. Dany wasn’t a threat to Superman, and there really isn’t anything that Superman has that Danny would go to great lengths to fight for. Bruce had already given his permission to see Damian whenever he wanted. And with Danny’s own…let’s say semi-calculated heart-to-heart, Bruce was unlikely to change his mind about Danny anytime soon.

He’s learned a lot about public personas since his debut days as Phantom. Bruce was a sentimental person to the core. The paradigm of Danny being some lost, wayward child that was hesitant, but willing, to someday join the family was a hope too alluring to discard so easily.

(Danny didn’t lie when he told Bruce he was bad at planning in advance. But just because Danny’s bad at long-term plans, it doesn’t mean that he can’t capitalize and build on an advantage when he sees one. Call it the al Ghul in him. The Wayne in him, even.)

“Really?” Superman pressed. “I would’ve thought you’d seen plenty in Gotham.” “A Gothamite?” Flash perked, face suddenly inches away from Danny’s to get a closer look. Danny barely resists the urge to pat his face to check if his disguise was still on. “So he’s one of B’s kids? Strange, I don’t recognize this one. Unless he got a new one— which, y’know, is kinda par for the course here. But really where does he keep finding all of these kids?”

“I don’t find them. They find me.”

Flash nearly jumps ten feet in the air at the sound of Batman’s voice coming from behind him. “Jesus christ, Bats! Where did you come from?”

Danny raised an eyebrow and pointed to the Batwing that’s been hovering above the skyline a little ways away from them. “You seriously didn’t see the giant fighter jet over there?”

“Well clearly not!”

Batman turns to Superman, business as usual. “Are you alright? Any lingering effects?”

“Oh just some weakness but it’ll be gone in a jiff. I got a lot of help from your…friend? Friend, over here.”

Batman grunts, looking Danny up and down for any injuries. There were none, of course. “I didn’t expect you to be here.”

Danny set the bat down on the ground, leaning his weight against it. “Got bored. Got curious. You know how I am when I’m curious.”

“Does your mother know that you’re here?”

Danny’s eyes widened. “She told you?”

Talia specifically requested that Danny not be sent on any missions in or near cities claimed by heroes. Specifically heroes with a strong connection to the Justice League. More than likely it was to deter Batman from finding out their connection to each other until the time was right, but when it comes to Talia, one could hardly say.

Batman raised a brow. “So does she?”

“Of course she does. She always knows where I am even when I don’t tell her. Probably had me microchipped or something, I don’t know.”

Superman and Flash sent very concerned looks towards them. Danny waved off their concerns with a laugh. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. She doesn’t do that.”

At least, Danny hoped Talia didn’t do that. There was an unnervingly high likelihood that Talia would have placed a tracker on him at some point, but Danny would rather not think about the possibility. Ignorance is its own form of bliss after all.

Flash cups a hand to the side of his mouth and whispers to Superman. “I really feel like we’re missing out on something over here.”

Batman grunts again. He inclines his head at Danny. “Would you care to introduce yourself?”

Which brings Danny back to the dilemma he’s had since his rebirth: what name to go by. That’s the problem with having too many names; they can be attached to various distinct and overlapping identities that it’s difficult to choose which one is the best to go by.

It’s nice to know that Batman wouldn’t dispute him if Danny decided to give a fake name.

Wayne was an immediate no go. He could already see it now: the shock, the surprise, the curiosity, and next thing you know within twenty-four hours the whole Justice League is knocking at his door to learn more about Batman’s new kid. Even if the sound of Danny Wayne didn’t make him uneasy, he still wouldn’t go for it. Yeah, no thanks.

Al Ghul would probably be closer to the truth, but it was a dangerous option to make. The League of Shadows were still a formidable group with a lot of enemies from both sides of the moral spectrum, and Danyal al Ghul had a reputation that would mark him as an enemy on sight, Bat or no Bat.

Which left Fenton as the safest option. It was an unknown name with no added complications. Hell, he didn’t even have to go by Danny if he still wanted some anonymity.

But…

It was one thing to use the name with strangers he’d never see again. Giving that name to people that were connected to him to some degree felt…exposing. He’s never even shared that name with Damian, and he’s closest to Damian out of anyone.

Which left one option.

Just fucking with them.

Danny gives an exaggerated bow. “The name’s Nathaniel Edward Mortimer Olysseus, at your service.” He winks. “Well, not for much longer now, anyway.”

And then he drops a smoke bomb, leaving behind a confused Flash, and an equally amused Batman and Superman.

***

OMAKE:

It’s later on when The Flash is recounting the story to Wonder Woman—and by the small chuckle she gave at the name—did Flash realize the mystery man’s trick.

“Olysseus is one of the many variations of the Greek hero Odysseus,” Diana explained.

Nathaniel Edward Mortimer Olysseus.

N.E.M.O.

Nobody.

Flash buried his face in his hands. “Can’t believe I fell for that. Should’ve known he wouldn’t say his actual name.”

Superman shrugged. “What can you expect? He’s a Bat.”

#dpxdc #hey brother au

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aprocessionofthoughts · 6 months

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What We Have in Common

whumptobe23 day 28- bloody knife fandom- dp x dc TW- none summary- Danny helps Jason heal

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Jason was still out of it by the time they arrived back at his apartment. The kid set him down on the couch and then slipped his helmet off, though Jason’s not sure how since one moment it was on and the next it was off. But now that he thought about it, he didn’t remember opening the window. Does the kid have some kind of density shifting?

But now that the helmet is off Jason can look down at his torso. It’s covered by a thin layer of ice.

“I’m going to need to remove your shirt to take care of your injuries. Is that okay?”

“Sure, kid.” Jason said and took a deep breath. Things are starting to come into better focus, and with the focus comes more pain.

The kid does the same kind of density shifting to Jason’s shirt as he did to the helmet. And then the kid freezes.

Oh. That’s right.

Danny let out a rueful chuckle. “Guess you’re more like me than I thought.”

“I was dead when this happened.'' Jason says, because he’s afraid that the kid wasn’t when he got his own matching scar.

“Ah, so not quite the same, but that still sucks.”

Jason decides that he doesn't want to talk about dissections at the moment. “Why do you look different?”

“I’m a halfa, that means I have two forms.”

“Will I have that?”

“No you don’t have enough ecto.” Danny said examining the wounds on Jason’s torso.

“You’ve mentioned ecto before, but I don’t actually know what that is.”

“Ectoplasm is what ghost’s are made out of. It’s kind of hard to explain since it’s what ghosts are made out of, what they produce, and what the whole Realms is made out of. But think of it like carbon. Here in the Living Realm, carbon is one of the main building blocks. When it comes to ghosts, the main building block is ectoplasm.”

“Huh. What does ectoplasm look like?”

“It’s green and glowy. It’s umm…” Danny bit his lip, “it’s also what I’m going to use to heal you.”

Jason was suddenly feeling more nervous. “What brought me back was a Lazarus Pit which is green and glowy.”

Danny frowned. “Well it may be ectoplasm. But if it is, it must be corrupted because you kind of stink of corrupted ectoplasm.”

“What–”

“Look, I can answer your questions later, but I should really start healing your wounds before they get worse.”

Jason wanted to protest, but the pain in his torso was steadily increasing so he relented.

“Sure.”

“Okay, so don’t be alarmed, this may look strange, but I promise it’s fine.”

Well, now Jason was alarmed.

Then Danny reached into his chest and pulled out a knife.

Yup, Jason was definitely alarmed.

But then, Danny drew the knife across his own hand. Glowy green liquid started to bubble up, and before Jason could say anything Danny had pressed his hand to one of Jason’s wounds.

Jason gasped as a cold sensation began at the wound and slowly started spreading out to the rest of him. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable cold, more like stepping into an air conditioned building after being out in the hot summer sun. Or like taking a drink of cool lemonade on a hot day.

Jason wanted to protest. Danny shouldn’t have to hurt himself for Jason. But he found himself unable to voice his protests as the cool feeling filled him. It felt like it was lulling him to sleep. Like it wanted Jason to sink into the comfort of Danny helping him.

Danny moved his still bleeding hand to Jason’s other wounds, and after a few minutes the pain was gone. Danny removed his hand and stuck the knife back in his own chest.

That was definitely disturbing, and Jason was going to ignore it for now.

Jason was about to ask about Danny’s hand, and reprimand him about hurting himself when he noticed the wound had already knit itself closed.

“You didn’t have to do that. I would have healed just fine.”

“You actually wouldn’t have. Not with your corrupted ecto, which now I definitely think was from whatever Pit you said brought you back. The GIW’s weapons are designed to disrupt the natural flow of ecto, and without access to pure ecto, or without your body's ability to create more, the infection would have spread and caused major damage.”

Jason thought about that for a moment, and then decided he’d think about that later. Maybe after he took a nap. But first he had another question.

“What is the GIW?”

“It literally stands for the Ghost Investigation Ward. But me and my friends call them the Guys in White.”

Jason snorted.

Then Jason’s window creaks open, and Danny disappears.

Shoot. He forgot to contact his siblings.

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #Jason todd #jason is liminal #Danny fenton #giw #no.28 #bloody knife

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jerzwriter · 9 months

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Objections: Reunited? (3/3)

Book: Crimes of Passion (Book 2)

Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose)

Category: Chapter Rewrite - Ch. 4

Rating: Teen

Series: After reading Chapter 4, I felt one scene could have been expanded on, one should have been added, and one could have been better. So, I took a stab at it (pun intended ).

Part Three: After a couple of emotionally grueling days, Trystan and Carolina finally get a moment alone, but it doesn't go as either expected.

Words: 1,750

A/N: I was disappointed with the final scene between Trystan x MC. While I absolutely feel they could have snapped at each other under the circumstances they were in, I don't think the scene captured the closeness, respect, or concern that was always present in Book 1. While I didn't change the scene drastically, I changed the dialogue and some elements that brought it closer to how I imagined it would go. I hope you enjoy it.

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Carolina anxiously looked at her watch. It was just shy of 7:00 PM, and her wandering mind was getting the better of her. It had been nearly ten hours since she last saw Trystan, and she was sure she hadn’t gone this long without hearing from him since the day she barged into his life. Not even at the beginning when she sometimes desperately needed a reprieve from the man... Trystan always managed to find a way to be... there.

Curled up in a chair in the palace’s library, she tried to pinpoint when everything changed. When his omnipresence went from an annoyance, to a reality and, finally, to what it was now, cherished. Something she relied upon more than she even knew, though she knew she never wanted to do without it again. In reality, they hadn’t known each other very long, but what is time when you meet someone that makes you feel as if your souls have been intertwined forever.

She placed the only English language book she could find down on an end table. A dusty old tome about Drakovian war history wasn’t about to hold her attention today. She spent most of it holed up in her suite. With the exception of Marguerite, everyone made it abundantly clear that her presence was not welcomed, and her room felt like the safest place to wait.

Luke and Ruby attempted to take her sightseeing, knowing it would be best to keep her mind occupied. But they knew she’d never leave without ensuring Trystan was all right first. Jetlagged, and with the emotion of recent days catching up to her, she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering, and wherever it traveled, it left her more anxious than before.

All this had her off her game because she had never heard the footsteps coming up from behind. Her first indication that he was near was two warm hands covering her eyes, and for once, her visceral reaction was not to take the perpetrator out.

“Guess who, gorgeous?”

Her body slumped against his, her tension visibly released with just three words from his lips. The castle suddenly felt smaller; she was no longer alone.

“I don’t know? Is it my new Drakovian boyfriend, Milosh? Or perhaps someone more sinister.”

“Milosh, huh?” Trystan’s hands dropped to her waist, and he pulled her close. “I never liked that guy. I’m going to have him fired at once.”

“Is that all? That’s pretty mild. I thought a guillotine might be involved here in Drakovia.”

Trystan smiled softly as he spun her around to face him. “You’re not wrong. That’s the least of what would befall anyone who dared to steal you from me.”

Her arms looped around his neck, and they lost themselves in a tender kiss. A moment’s pleasure in a sea of turmoil.

“No one is stealing you from me,” she insisted.

“Good,” Trystan smiled, the relief in his eyes more than Carolina had expected to see as he gently tugged her toward a nearby sofa. He let out a loud yawn as he settled down.

“It has been a long day,” she smiled.

“Long days,” he corrected. “And this one was quite unexpected.”

“What happened after I left? What happened with your parents?”

“Well,” he ran a hand down his weary face. “They weren’t joking when they said ‘effective immediately.’ I think I’ve met with no fewer than five foreign dignitaries, sat through two lectures, and had one very long lunch where I was to prove I still know how to behave at the table. Oh, and I knighted a snake.”

“A snake?”

“It wasn’t any old snake, dear. It did rescue its owner – a marchioness – from the wolf that got onto her property.”

“Hmmm, and all I’ve done is save a Drakovian princess from a serial killer.”

“You make an excellent point. I suppose the realm owes you a tap on the shoulder with a sword. I’ll see if I can get to it after the hundred other things I have on my plate.”

“A damehood is nothing I’ve ever aspired to, so allow me to take that off your list of things to do. But, these other hundred things... what exactly do you need to do?”

“Well,” he sighed. His fingers curled tightly around her hand, but for once, words seemed to fail him. Carolina felt her blood growing colder with every second of silence that fell between them.

“We have a flight out tomorrow afternoon...is that still happening?”

“About that,” Trystan whispered. “I was hoping I might convince you to stay.”

“Stay? I’ve been afraid to eat my food with the way I’ve been treated here... why would you think I... wait... you want to stay?”

“I...I’m not sure.”

“Trystan,” she gasped, clutching his hand tighter. “Did you think this was a possibility?”

“To be reinstated as heir,” he replied, eyes wide. “No... I never expected to be found innocent, much less be called upon to be the next in line once again.”

“So, then tell them no. After all they’ve put you through... You don’t want this... do you?”

“Carolina, I don’t know what I want. I need time to get my head around what happened today.”

“What’s there to get around? I saw the look on your face when your father made the announcement – you don’t want this! I know you don’t!”

Trystan’s eyes flashed with surprise and hurt as he pulled his hand from hers.

“I don’t appreciate that tone!” He huffed. “It’s amazing that you know what I want when I don’t know that myself!”

“You don’t appreciate my tone? Trystan, I put my whole damn life on hold to come here and be with you, and I...”

“I didn’t ask you to!”

“You didn’t have to! Don’t you understand how much you mean to me? Do you think I’d leave you to face bullshit murder charges alone?”

“No! But I didn’t think you’d leave me to face this on my own either!”

“That’s not fair! I’m not some exiled princess with a bottomless trust fund, Trystan! I’m a private investigator who lives above a bar. People like me don’t just get to put their lives on hold without consequences.”

“If money’s the problem, I can help you.”

“What? I don’t want your money! And that’s far from my only concern! My life is in New York! And I’m not wanted here. I’m not so sure you are, either. Think about it! They abandoned you and were willing to put you away for life just yesterday! It took Luke and me one afternoon to find proof that you were innocent! They had eight freaking years and more resources than we could imagine, and they didn’t do it? And you’re going to trust them?”

“It’s not all about them, Carolina! You’re right, I don’t know what it’s like to live your life, but you don’t know what it’s like to live mine! My obligations are to more than just my family! There is a country... a country full of people who deserve to have a leader who cares about them! A leader that would turn Drakovia into the country Juliana and I envisioned!”

Carolina stepped back, her face softening as realization began to wash over her.

“Wait,” she whispered as she began moving back toward him. “Juliana... is that why? Trystan,” she whispered, taking his hand back in hers. “I understand you want to honor her, to fight for what she believed in, but I think Juliana would want you to be happy.”

“You didn’t know her,” he shot back. “How could you know what she’d want?”

“I... I didn’t know her... so... perhaps you’re right. But I know what it feels like to care about you this much, and I know I’d only want you to be happy... from what you’ve told me about Juliana... I can’t imagine she’d feel differently.”

Trystan turned to Carolina; his tear-filled eyes were heavy with exhaustion.

“Don’t you want me to be happy now?” He asked.

“Yes. Of course, I do...” Her voice cracked with emotion, and Trystan pulled her into his arms, holding her close with all his might.

“And I would be the entitled, selfish ass my family believes me to be if I expected you to care about my happiness while I didn’t care about yours. I’m ashamed to say it, but there was a time when I’d be comfortable doing such a thing to someone I cared for so deeply. Believing my needs mattered more than all others. But that’s not who I am anymore, and I don’t want to return to being that way.”

Carolina burrowed her face into Trystan’s shoulder, allowing his jacket to absorb the few tears she couldn’t hold at bay.

“So, what does that mean for us?” she cried. “If what you need, and what I need to be happy... are a world away?”

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “But I know I don’t want to lose you.”

“It sounds like you’ve made up your mind, then.”

Trystan extended his arms, holding Carolina by the shoulders as he looked into her eyes.

“I haven’t. I’d tell you if I did. I’m sorry, Carolina. The past few days have been grueling, and this probably wasn’t the best time for me to bring this up with you.”

“It’s all right. I’m not in the best place to have this conversation, either.”

Trystan placed a kiss on the top of her head, gently stroking her hair as her arms encircled him.

“Luckily for us, we don’t have to have all the answers tonight,” he whispered. “We should probably get some sleep.”

“That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve said all night,” Carolina teased.

“Agree,” he chuckled. “But if I’m going to sleep, I’d like to do it with you in my arms.”

“I’m not supposed to be in your room.”

“Really? That didn’t stop you last night,” Trystan smirked. “Please. I need you.”

“I need you, too,” Carolina replied with a kiss. Trystan extended his hand.

“Come with me. If I see that we’re being watched along the way, I’ll devise another plan.”

“I like that,” she smiled. “You take over the private eye duties for the night.”

Carolina nuzzled her head into his shoulder, his presence making an unwelcoming place feel more like home. But the detective in Carolina never rested, and as they approached Trystan’s room, something felt wrong. She lifted her head from his shoulder just as he reached for the door.

“Trystan, that smell... do you...”

“Oh, no!”

~~~

Yeah, another day, another dead body. lol Let's see what PB has planned for us in Chapter 5.

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Take Care of It Myself Pt. 3 - Kaminari x Reader

Main Masterlist ~ MHA Maserlist ~ #2

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 2751 words + Denki start to go down hill after everything. Enough that, even though they're are mad at him, the Bakusquad is supper worried about him. It gets to the point where Kiri calls Y/N for help and they come as fast as possible to check on and take care of their best friend.

3rd POV

Denki had been majorly down in the dumps since Y/N had left so abruptly. He was still chiding himself for what he did and was nowhere near letting up on himself. Not even a little bit. Even though everyone else, minus Mineta, was upset with him for what he did, they were starting to grow worried. In his stupor, he began to eat less and less while spacing out more than usual. He didn’t even bother Shinsou after he joined the class. He did nothing but hold himself up in his room, wallowing.

“I am starting to get really, really worried about Denks.” Mina said while leaning against the back of the couch next to Sero. He looked up at her before nodding.

“Me too. I mean what he did was shitty but he’s really got me concerned. He’s almost wasting away.” Sero looked at the rest of the group. Bakugou was sitting on the couch across from them while Kiri was sitting on the floor. The two silently agreed.

“I’ve talked to Y/N and they’ve agreed to talk to him at some point but if I tell them how bad he is, maybe they will come sooner.” Kiri suggested.

“Yeah, but only if they are comfortable with it. Don’t force them to do anything they don’t want too.”

“Of course!” Kiri hopped up and pulled out his phone. “Let me just call them.”

“Tell them we miss them!” Mina yelled, hopping up and down. She lost her balance and fell over the top of the couch and into Sero.

“Geez Mina!” He yelped, laughing. Kiri shook his head, holding the phone to his ear.

“Hey Kiri.” The familiar voice distracted him from the other three.

“Hey, Y/N.” He went over to stand by the window.

“What’s up?”

“I know you were waiting ‘til the right time to talk to Denki but there’s something you need to know.”

“Is he alright? Is he hurt? Was there a quirk accident?” They shot off question in quick succession, barely breathing in between.

“No, he not hurt and no there was no quirk accident but he’s not alright.” It was silent for a minute.

“How bad is he?”

Y/N’s POV

I quickly jogged away from the train station towards the school. I made it to the road and saw Kiri waiting by the gate on the other side of the road. I looked both was before running across when it was clear. Kiri saw me and waved before letting me through.

“I got here as fast as I could.”

“It’s fine. I’m just glad you came.” I walked beside him as we quickly made way to the dorms. What Kiri had said over the phone was really worrying me. Denki hadn’t been this low in a long time. Not since he lost his grandfather on his dad’s side. They were very close ad it crushed Denki when he passed.

“I feel bad for…”

“Don’t. You don’t have to feel bad for protecting yourself. Denki would say the same thing.” Kiri set a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “It proves you still care about him just by being here. So don’t be upset with yourself for any of this.”

“Okay.” We continued walking until we got to the dorms. He asked me to wait outside before going in to check on where Denki was. He stepped back out after a couple of minutes to bring me in.

“He is up in his room with Sero.” He said. I nodded and we took the elevator up. I tapped my foot impatiently. Once on the floor, we walked towards his room. I paused mid-step before his room. Taking a big breath, I tried to psych myself up to go in. “Hey. I can go in with you.”

“No. I got this. I need to be alone with him.” I assured him.

“Okay but Sero and I will be right outside if you need us.”

“Thank you.” The door was open and I peeked inside. Sero was sitting on the bed, elbows on his knees while Denki was on his balcony, looking out. His hair was completely deflated and almost dull in color. It wasn’t really noticeable from where I was standing but he had lost some weight too. I sighed before stepping in. Sero looked at me and his shoulders relaxed. He got up and met me at the door.

“Thank god you’re here.” He whispered, looking back at Denki. “We were really getting concerned about him.”

“That’s what I heard. Kiri explained things over the phone.” I said, hushed. He nodded before looking over his shoulder at the blonde for a moment.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N.” He pulled me into a side hug before giving me a swift kiss on the head. He quickly left shutting the door behind him. I took a big breath before turning to look at the back of the boy. I watched him for a moment before I noticed the quivering of his shoulders. I listened closely and heard sniffles to go along with it.

“Damn.” He was crying. I bit my lip, going back and forth with what to do before ultimately going with just giving him a hug. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face in his back. I felt him freeze up in my arms before the quiet sniffles turned into full on sobs.

“Fuck…” He gasped, grabbing onto my arms for dear life. I could feel tears fighting their way up at the sound of his sobs. His legs seemed to give out slowly as we descended to the floor. I let him cry as long as he needed to. After a while of us just sitting here, he calmed down enough to catch his breath. I went to move away but his already tight grip got tighter. “No!”

“Shh. I’m not going anywhere. I promise. Just come inside. It’s getting cold and you don’t need to be out here. Please come with me.” It took him a minute before letting me go. I took my arms away before immediately sticking a hand out in front of him to help him up. He grabbed it with both hands and got up on shaky legs. “There we go.”

“Y/N…”

“Shh, shh. Come on.” I pulled him inside. Shutting the door, I guided him to his bed. Upon sitting down, he wrapped his arms around my middle and buried his head in my stomach. I paused in surprise before running my hands through his hair. I grimaced at the greasy feeling and the knots but kept going anyway.

“I am a hypocrite.” He mumbled but I could barely catch it.

“What Denks?” He gasped and hiccupped before looking up at me with glassy eyes.

“I am a hypocrite. I need you as much as you need me. I’m just too much of a coward to say it.” He started sobbing again and I got on the bed with him. He curled up in my lap. “I am so, so, so, so flipping sorry! I should have never had said that. It is by no means true in anyway. I was just g-getting so overwhelmed with everything. Aizawa and grades, my grandmother being her usual self, and Mineta getting on my case for something that was none of his business just made me shut down basically. I, I, I didn’t mean what I said but…”

“Denki, hey, calm down please. You’re panicking.” His breathing pick up tremendously and I pulled his head up to see his eyes blown way out. I made him sit up and put his head in the crook of my neck. “Breath for me Denks.”

“But, but…”

“No, no. Sh. We can talk later when you’re better. You’re already way too far gone for this right now. It’ll be too much.” I nuzzled my cheek against his head.

“Okay.” He nodded before relaxing into me more and trying to slow his breathing. I started to take big breaths and he began to match them.

“Alright, there we go. Once, you get calmed down and relaxed. I want you to go take a nice long, hot shower okay?” He nodded. “While you’re in the shower I am going to make you some food. You need to get some food in you.”

“Alright.” After agreeing with me, we were silent until his breathing went back to normal and the crying subsided. I got up and went to pick out some clothes for him to change into.

“Come on.” I pulled him up and handed him the clothes. Leading him out of the room, we were met with Kiri and Sero, keeping true to their word. “Hey guys. Can one of you go with Denki down to the showers? Just don’t want him alone right now. I am going to go make him his some food.”

“Yeah, course. I’ll go with him.” Sero said, pushing off the wall.

“Thank you.” I smiled before all 4 of us made our way downstairs. Bakugou, Mina, Uraraka, and Midoriya were all in the common room when we made it down.

“L/N!” Midoriya called in surprise. I smiled as the others turned to see me. I waved but kept guiding Denki towards the showers.

“I’ll take him from here.” Sero said before wrapping an arm his shoulders. Denki grabbed my forearm gently, looking at me with puppy eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. I am just going to be in the kitchen. I promise.” With that assurance, he finally let go and I went into the kitchen. I looked around to see what we had to make.

“Making something for Spark plug?” I turned to see Bakugou coming in. Nodding, I rummaged through the pantry. “I think we have some stuff to make burgers. I know there his favorite.”

“Okay.” We worked silently together to make the burger. He insisted on making enough for both me and Denki, arguing with me that I need to think for myself too. By the time we finished, I could hear Denki talking to someone in the common room. “Thanks Bakugou.”

“Whatever.” He muttered but I could see the ghost of a smile on his face. I took the plates and walked through the room. As I entered, I heard Denki’s faint laugh. Looking up, I saw a small smile on his face as he talked with Midoriya.

“He’s feeling better already.” I jumped slightly before looking to my right to see Kiri standing there. “You two seem to have that effect on each other.”

“Yeah.”

“You know, once everything is okay between you two, you should really tell him how you feel about him.” I looked at him stunned.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“L/N, I have gotten to know you both really well. I can see how you feel for him.” He said. There was a flash of emotion in his eyes. It almost looked like sadness or longing. “I am pretty sure he’s going to return them. So go for it.”

“Alright.” I agreed slowly with a nod.

“Y/N?” Denki’s voice distracted me.

“Come on. Let’s go back up to your room to eat. Okay?” I asked him. He nodded and I notice his still soaking wet hair. Sighing, I led the way. Once up in his room, I told him to sit on the ground next to his bed. I handed him his plate and set mine aside. Grabbing his towel from his neck, I began to softly dry his hair.

“I am a hypocrite.” I paused for a second as he repeat his statement from earlier before continuing. “Here I am sitting here, need you to take care of me while I said it was annoying that you needed me to do the same things for you.”

“A little bit yeah.” He sighed, letting his head fall back into my lap.

“I blinded myself from seeing how much we need each other because we need each other for different reasons. I told myself that you needing for my help for you social anxiety was irrelevant and annoying. But if that was the case…me needing your help with my depressive states would be just as irrelevant and annoying to you.”

“Denki…”

“No, please.” He took a shaky breath. He reached up and grabbed my hand tight. “You have never been a nuisance to me and I could never get tired of helping you. I never wanted to make you feel like you couldn’t come to me when you got anxious or run down. I messed up just because I wanted to try and act cool. I should have never played into Mineta’s words and defended you like I always do. I am so sorry, Y/N.” He had his eye scrunched up, afraid of my response.

“Denki.” He closed them ever tighter. I smiled a little bit before leaning down and pressing a kissed to his forehead. His eyes shot open and looked at me in shock. “Thank you for apologizing. I am not going to say its fine because it isn’t but you’re forgiven. You still have to earn my trust back though.”

“Of course.” He turned around on his knees to look at me. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I promise.”

“Okay.” I smiled.

“Now you eat too.” He reached over and grabbed my plate, handing it to me.

“Thank you.” We both began to eat silently. After we finished, Denki set the plates on his desk. I sat back against his pillows and he set his head in my lap again. I began to run my fingers through his now clean hair. After about 15 minutes of silence, I figured Denki had fallen asleep. “I love you Denki. With every fiber of my being. More than just a friend.”

“Ep!” He stiffened in my lap and I froze.

“You’re awake?!” I gasped.

“Yes!” He sat up and stared at me. I blushed and looked down. This wasn’t the right time to confess my feelings. I felt him gently grip my chin and lift my head. “Did you mean it?”

“Yes. I did. I’m in love with you.” I said. He stared at me for a moment before leaning forward to kiss me. I gasped before kissing back softly, cupping his face.

“I love you too.” He said breathlessly as he pulled back. Tears prickled my eyes as my heart swelled. I giggled and pulled him into a swift kiss. He laid back down in my lap and I could basically feel the joy radiating off him. “You know, I had thought you had a crush on someone else.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Kiri.”

“Kiri?” I said surprised.

“Yeah. You two got close and I saw how you were getting comfortable with him around, so I thought it was possible. Plus I know he does have a crush on you.”

“Really?” He nodded. I was stunned but thought about it. The sad emotion that went through his eyes earlier made more sense now. “Oh.”

“You okay?” He turned in my lap to look up at me. I nodded.

“I hate breaking his heart. He don’t deserve that.” I said solemnly. Denki got a sad look on his face and nodded. He sat there quiet before a spark of an idea lite up in his face. “What?”

“Maybe we don’t have too.”

“What do you mean?” I was confused.

“Don’t worry about it for now.” He kissed the tip of my nose. I saw the look of Denki Kaminari mischief in his eyes and decided to leave it alone for now.

“Okay.” I sighed before Denki yawned. “I think it’s time for bed.”

“Yeah.” He sat up and we moved to get under the duvet. This wasn’t the first time we have shared a bed so it wasn’t awkward. He set his head on my chest and held me tight against him.

“Goodnight Denks.”

“Night babe.” He fell asleep for real this time and I chuckled on how quick he was out. Someone poked their head in and I saw the red hair.

“How you doing?” He asked.

“Shh.” I shushed him. He grimaced and cover his mouth. He chuckled and gave me a smile with two thumbs up. He shuts the lights off for me and closes the door behind him. I watch him go and sigh. This only made me wonder what Denki had up his sleeve with Kiri now.

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