Almost Parent Material
When Dan and Ellie decided to change the titles from "cousin" and "acquaintance from another reality" to "father," Danny could honestly say he panicked. He wasn't a teenager anymore but he wasn't sure if he wanted kids; well, it's not like he had much of a choice.
Maybe it was a ghost thing but the moment Dan and Ellie (kids, his kids) said those words, something inside his core froze, in a good way, it was a comfortable, comforting cold, like a Christmas morning.
The problem was that while the situation made him extremely happy, Danny didn't know how to be a father, and the Fentons were horrible references. So he made the most logical leap: online forums.
He found himself chatting with an online user named KNight quite frequently, he seemed to have also been thrown into early parenthood a couple of years ago and was still struggling with it, but overall he had a couple of good tips.
KNight soon transitioned to Bather and then just Bruce, every time Danny talked to him it felt like they were a couple of little old ladies gossiping. Between the random chatter and the parenting advice he was actually having fun.
So, when Bruce invited him over to his house two years later to officially meet, Danny naturally panicked. Dan and Ellie were laughing at him in the background, the little shits.
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jasico prompts!!!!! i have several you can choose ur favorite:
stupid newlyweds who are on honeymoon and therefore their braincells are dead, not noticing weird things happening around them bc 1) they're used to weird shit 2) they just got married and are too into each other to notice the terrorist attacks, alligators, and mafia shootouts
classic coffeeshop au except this coffeeshop is definitely a front for money laundering but the receptionist is So Cute so you can't blame jason for going there everyday
jason has wall of nico photos that are definitely not creepy and he insists that its just his cork board where he puts photos of friends on except its mostly nico.
god!jason kidnaps nico to piss hades off but oops now he's in love and he keeps making excuses as to why he cant release nico: weather's too hot, you owe me money, i have a cold, etc etc
It wasn't a shrine. No matter what Leo said, it wasn't a shrine. Shrines were completely different - Jason knew that. He had a couple actual shrines and this, this was just a photo album. It wasn't even technically dedicated to Nico. It just sort of... ended up there.
Jason couldn't really pinpoint when or how Nico's photos became the prime material of edge page. The album had been a simple idea. Something to look at when he was feeling lonely and remember that he had friends. Initially it was just a small photo book he took with him on his travels but ever since Leo made him that portable printer, he had expanded it to a couple collections.
He hadn't been hiding it either. The albums were innocuous from first glance, protected. Everyone knew he had them, he talked about them all the time. Every time he whipped out his disposable camera, and then later his shock-proof phone, he'd say a quick, "For the album." And they'd smile and pose. There were a lot of candid photos too.
Travelling was just easier for Nico. So he was around more. Checked in more. Of course, Jason was going to have a lot of photos of him.
But as he flipped through his albums, he was beginning to speculate that maybe Leo was onto something. It still wasn't a shrine but...
Well, Nico was pretty. The light caught his face in wonderful angles. There were times he'd be laughing and Jason would think, I have to remember this.
The thing about losing all your memories? You wanted to make sure you had something, just in case it happened again. He wanted physical proof. Leo was here. Piper baked cookies. Hazel had a birthday.
Nico laughed. Nico smiled. Nico disappeared into the corner shadows of the wall. Nico held a puppy. Nico walked around with a half-grown chicken on his head for two hours.
Jason closed the album shut and set it aside. Nerves tousled up inside him. This was... perhaps a problem he had not anticipated. He steeled his breathe inside himself.
It wasn't a shrine. Shrines were for worshipping. For holiness. And his pitures of his friends were important and beloved, but they weren't worshipped. Or holy to him. They were just memories. They were just moments. They were just...
He closed his eyes and exhaled softly.
Sprawled out on the bed, Leo snored. Jason honed in on the sound as he creaked open the album closest to him and reviewed the photos. Nico's hair caught in the moonlight, his head tilted back up to the stars, eyes closed, face blissful. Half a second later when he caught Jason taking a picturing and started laughing. Another half second and the smear of his hand, his dark eyes peeking out just above.
Jason traced the picture.
I knew you loved him, Leo had laughed hours ago as he'd flipped through pages, but I didn't realize it was obsessive horror movie shrine type love.
Of course, Jason loved him. He loved all his friends. Nico was important to him. And these photos weren't - they were just a memories. Just moments.
Jason flipped through the pages of the album. The brushes of air caught against his skin. Thoughts of sinking into shadowy tendrils, the rush of nothingness, fluttered to the front of his mind. Nico's hands cold against his. His quiet, Are you okay? as Jason readjusted to solid ground.
In the album, Nico reflected back at him from every corner. Dark eyes glinting with secret smiles. The curve of his jaw. The spread of his hands. Other people sat in the pages too. But Nico outnumbered them all. He was front and center. Just looking at him filled Jason with a thick warmth he hadn't felt in a very long time.
He paused. An understanding dawned on him.
Of course, I love him, he's my friend, he'd huffed back at Leo earlier. And it's not a shrine.
Leo had grinned wickedly. His eyes were alight with a knowing that Jason detested. He hated the way Leo always seemed to know him better than he knew himself. Not in a factual logical way - but emotionally. Jason could introspect on himself for decades and never come out with the emotional understanding Leo could sniff out just by looking at him.
It's totally a shrine, dude. He'd laughed a little here, hipchecked Jason. And you're not thinking of the same love I'm thinking of.
He didn't elaborate then and Jason didn't ask. But he got it now.
Maybe it was a shrine then. Sort of. Looking at Nico - candid and posed - filled him with a quiet delight, a sense of clarity. And there was devotion there. It sat quiet in his bones, waiting for the moment Nico would appear from the shadows like an unholy angel. Then it would rattle up cut through Jason's core like a hot knife. Like an iron brand.
He'd been branded in the name of a god before. Although then, he had been an unknowing participant, sat down before a group of adults and burned until his tongue bled. His shrine was devoted to a statue. His prayers heard without much response.
This time was different. His shrine was smiles and humanity, warmth. His calls went answered every time. The brand on his soul had been placed there willingly. He'd chased it down with heavy teeth and was rewarded with blood and family.
Jason pushed Leo's legs out of the way and crawled into place next to him.
The last couple of years had been spent wandering around from place to place, restoring temples, building shrines, remembering the forgotten, taking care of the old. In his travels, he'd hoped for a deity he could take pride in like he used to. When he'd ask them what they wanted from a follower, they'd smile knowingly with crooked teeth and sharp eyes and shaky hands.
They knew the truth he was too blind to see.
He'd already found his god.
Now he just needed to prove his devotion.
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been thinking about azujami from twisted wonderland a LOTT lately, which reminded me of a headcanon/scenario that @thatonetickleblog had talked about with me a while ago… so i wrote it teeheheheh
ANYWAYS, no proper formatting i guess and minimal proofreading. also hoping characters arent ooc but its a drabble so its fine but yea, enjoy please.
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azul was a very prideful person and he always made sure of that. there should be no reason he was struggling to make any sort of eye contact, let alone maintain it, with jamil.
“what’s the matter with you?” jamil raised a brow, frowning.
“nothing, don’t fret over it,” azul averted his eyes, looking down at the tiled flooring. he had never had a problem with eye contact before— in fact, it had always come quite easily to him. it being an incredibly useful tool for intimidating others was the prime reason for that. but…
completely out of nowhere and out of character for jamil, he had complimented azul’s talents and to top it off, even smiled. and, really, how was azul meant to deal with that?!
“how are we meant to spar if you can’t even look me in the eyes?” jamil scoffed, annoyance in his gaze. his staring felt much more prominent than ever, almost burning through his body.
“it will be just fine. you worry far too much, jamil!” azul squinted, trying to meet jamil’s eyes. unluckily, the second he caught sight of his eyes, he whipped his head away, trying to will his blush away. crushes were seriously the worst.
“i am definitely not worried.” the scarabia vice-housewarden walked towards him, his steps clacking on the ground rhythmically. the other didn’t look up, not even when jamil was practically a foot away from him.
and then it happened. jamil grabbed his face, forcing azul to meet his gaze. azul couldn’t even attempt to hide the blossoming redness of his face as he let out a gasp. jamil narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing and azul felt himself shrink at his gaze.
jamil readjusted his hands, his slender fingers grazing under azul’s chin in a way that felt very, very ticklish. azul scrunched his neck, accidentally letting a giggle slip through his lips. the two froze. azul, out of of sheer embarrassment, and jamil, out of shock and confusion over what just happened. it didn’t take long for him to connect the dots because a sneer oddly reminiscent of a snake had appeared on his face.
“oh, i see,” jamil snickered, looking way too amused for azul’s liking. and this time, he curled in his fingers, tickling azul on purpose. azul bit his lip, wrinkling his nose as an unwilling smile wore on his face. azul wanted nothing more than to crawl into a dark hole and die. how humilating.
and when azul giggled again, he tried pushing away jamil, hiding his face with his hand under the guise of fixing his glasses. jamil didn’t fight him, choosing to laugh at his misery instead.
“nothing happened,” azul muttered, weakly, disappointed in himself for even allowing himself to get into this situation. in front of his crush, no less!
“nothing happened,” jamil started, sounding as though he was about to agree, but then a smug smile made its way onto his face again. “except i just saw you get flustered over some eye contact.. and not only that, but you’re ticklish. i have to say, it’s a real sight to see.”
was.. was that a compliment? azul shook his head. no, he definitely just wanted to see azul miserable.
“whatever,” azul forced himself to meet jamil’s eyes. “shall we spar now, instead of idling over pointless things?”
jamil chuckled at that, but he pulled his magic pen out of his pocket. azul breathed, pulling his pen out as well. he was definitely going to get the upper hand this time by winning the spar.
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Van Helsing's reluctance to kill the 3 weird sisters is tied with how much he misses Jack in this moment. Because when they had to stake Lucy, they promised and committed to beheading her corpse together. When Van Helsing proposes their partnership, he says:
And if I work—as work I shall, no matter trust or no trust—without my friend trust in me, I work with heavy heart and feel, oh! so lonely when I want all help and courage that may be!" He paused a moment and went on solemnly: "Friend John, there are strange and terrible days before us. Let us not be two, but one, that so we work to a good end. Will you not have faith in me?"
And its true. When Jack works alongside Van Helsing, he does seem to be more confident, more sure of himself. The burden doesn't seem so heavy. They've relied on each other, almost exclusively, since Lucy's second death. When Van Helsing was conflicted about Mina being used by Dracula to spy on them, it is Jack who is able to counsel him and give him strength.
There is an irony in the fact that they promised to be there for each other, against these strange times, only to be separated by necessity. Initially, the plan was for the doctors to kill Dracula once his boat entered Varna. But everything changed and they had to split the Harkers, in doing so they split themselves.
And it does wreck havoc on Van Helsing's mind. He becomes laconic during his journey to the castle. In between trying to stay sane, trying to keep Mina safe, and trying to most importantly, do the right thing....he misses him. When the professor writes here:
"Oh, my friend John, but it was butcher work; had I not been nerved by thoughts of other dead, and of the living over whom hung such a pall of fear, I could not have gone on."
He IS working with a heavy heart, and he IS lonely when he desires all the help and courage that he would get. Even with Mina's wailing guiding Van Helsing to finish his work, his mind still drifts to the confidante he once had, and who knows when or if he would ever see him again. And that is the very definition of yearning.
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