‘ things didn’t turn out the way i planned, but i’m alright with that. ’
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Listened to THIS while i wrote it lol very good
❝ ... ❞ The words come unexpectedly, but she supposes this moment of quiet peace was more befitting such a sudden confession than any other. Still, she cannot help how her heart jumps at the statement, or the strange way her eyes feel hot, as if she wants to cry. Here in his arms, Nicolette feels whole. She feels safest with him, always has and always will. He’s her buoy in the raging storm, her pillar that keeps her from crumbling. The only thing that can truly ground her. As his fingers work through plum colored strands, lovingly brushing them from her face, behind her ear, and then simply running through the lengthy tresses as if it’s his pleasure to do so, Nicolette can feel her heart become so full it might burst. Such sweet and soft domesticity, so rare and fragile for people like them, and cherished all the more for it.
To hear him say that... it makes her chest ache something fierce.
❝ You really mean that? ❞ Her voice trembles as the question is asked, so quiet he might’ve missed it if her face wasn’t nestled against the crook of his neck as she lays against his chest. It’s one of her favorite places to be so close to. To feel his even heartbeat each time her lips place light, lazy kisses upon the side of it, right against that large artery, the main pulse point. To hear his breathing, and the rumbling vibrations every time he speaks. Little things that feel so private and intimate. Small proofs that he’s alive and here with her. ❝ You promise? ❞ Another soft plea as her hand moves from where it was resting upon his bare chest, against his heart, sliding up to cup his jaw and cheek, turning his face towards her.
She knows this isn’t exactly what he’d expected. Their relationship aside, she was sure Kyojuro had envisioned much different circumstances for himself. To remain a demon slayer, a hashira, to keep fighting well into his adulthood. Maybe he’d hoped he would one day retire as his father had, though naturally and through no choice but his own. Or perhaps... he’d accepted the fact that he might die young, as was the fate that many who walked their path faced. But life didn’t often go the way one plans. Reality could be cruel and surprise you, and Kyojuro had not been immune to its unpredictability. No one could’ve expected what would’ve happened on that train, when they took that mission. No amount of preparation or training could’ve changed the outcome, she’s sure of it... she has to be, because there’s no point in wondering about what ifs. One had to accept the way things were, in order to move on and find a way to keep going.
Kyojuro had not died, instead he’d retired, but it had not been his choice, in the end. Not really. Even if he hadn’t accepted it as gracefully as he had, his body would’ve made the choice for him. Looking upon him now, at the large scar on his abdomen, at the one upon his face that her thumb brushes over lovingly, she cannot help but recall the day he awoke. How he’d mourned before her for the first time since they’d met, how he had shed tears, grieving the loss of his ability to fight— that the only path he’d ever known and worked for, had been stolen from his grasp so quickly, he hadn’t even had time to blink. She had been relieved, to know that his life would no longer be at constant risk, but she’d mourned with him all the same. Nicolette had never wished for anything but his safety and happiness, and where one had been gained, the other had been stolen from him.
She’d worked so hard to try and get it back, and even though she knows in her heart that he’s been happy for a long time, it fills her with such joy, such relief, to hear him say it in the way he has.
It’s not what I planned, but I’m alright with that.
What more could she ever ask for? Of course it wasn’t planned, neither of them could’ve ever guessed things would be like this, but... it was okay, he said. It was okay that he could not fight the battles directly, as he’d found many other ways to support the people around him as he once had. How hard he worked, to take care of things at home, to give advice to the many young slayers that sought his teachings— how he supported her in every single possible way, taking care of her in a way she’d never known. Even if the world was still plagued by monsters and people still suffered, during moments like this... she was truly happy. It was perfect, despite how imperfect it was. She would not dare ask for more. Never. But she would fight for it, always.
❝ It’s not what I planned, either, but I don’t think I could’ve ever imagined anything that could live up to this. ❞ No fantasy she’d ever had, could live up to this— to the feeling of bare skin brushing, the wandering of adoring hands, or the unquestionable love overflowing from both pairs of mismatched eyes. ❝ No dream could compare to reality... ❞ She means it, truly, with all her heart. Even imagining a world without demons where they were normal together could not replicate the very real joy she felt every time her tired, exhausted body rounded that corner of the path home, only to flood with instant calm and peace the moment she saw him standing at the gate, waiting for her, always, with open arms that would carry her inside and wanting lips that never strayed too far from her own.
❝ I know there’s so much left to be done, but I am still so blessed... to have even this. To have you, to love you... and be loved by you. Even if it’s not what you planned, I hope... that maybe it’s better, somehow... ❞
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I love every fic That has Danny still being Phantom even while in the DC universe but sometimes I just want my little guy to flex his intellect and be all around little mad scientist that only sometimes uses his powers to pick up a screwdriver
Danny is smart.
He knows he is brilliant.
He may have been outshined by his family when he was younger, but that was because his focus was on something else, and frankly, being born last into a family of geniuses made one feel like one wasn't as intelligent as them.
He constantly compared himself to them, knowing that they had already achieved what he was doing and falling further and further behind in his self-wellow.
Then Danny left Amity Park and went into the real world.....he found his intelligence got him far. Danny was exceptionally brilliant when he was working on machinery, chemistry, and, above all else, engineering.
Maybe it had something to do with watching his parents repurpose any household item into a completely new technology that affected beings from different dimensions simply because they used math.
Or maybe it was that his brain was always moving, always connecting, and constantly processing. Danny didn't realize that people couldn't just make whatever idea came into their heads a reality.
Hell, his dad heard about Mr. Freeze's ray and he made a copy in two months. Danny made Mr. Freeze's ray in two weeks. He made other ghost tech in that same amount or enough to arm his schoolmates in one afternoon.
The point is that Danny is good at what he does. Put a screwdriver in huis hand, and he be off until whatever hair brain idea he had a physical form.
Everyone in Amity Park knew this as a fact about the Fentons/ Since they moved in, there was nothing but experiments one right after the other. Sure, they wasted it on things like Ecto-studies, but his parents made their money from somewhere before the world learned about ghosts.
Danny's parents had many, and he means many, patents. Everything from a brand of microwaves to vehicle parts.
His parents created them, sold them to partial rights to companies, and then wasted whatever money they got on some new experiment for a ghost that had not yielded any fortunes.
He thought he could do the same. Just apply to anywhere that would take him after creating a portable phone changer on one's wrist. He figured it would have gotten less attention than he did hadn't he just shown up at Wayne Expo as an unknown inventor through his parents contacts.
Danny had felt relatively small with his foldable plastic table and his four cardboard boxes of his invention while everyone had booths and screens, and a few even had prominent speakers with people in suits that cost more than his house
. Danny felt like a little kid trying to sell lemonade in the five-star hotel lobby. Everyone walked right by him without a glance, or they jeered and mocked him.
That was until Bruce Wayne wandered over. Kind and charming the man, maybe he wasn't the brightest- but he stood there listening to Danny excitedly explain how moving the hand on the bracelet caused it to charge, so walking around with it was all the kinetic energy it needed.
His ward- Dick Grayson, in all his tiny ten-year-old authority, had purchased a bracelet from Danny. It had been the only sale he made that night, but it was the only one he needed. Bruce had called him to offer him a position at WE.
Like his parents, Danny enjoyed his freedom, so instead, he offered to be a freelance inventor. He would show the Wayne's first dibs but go where the wind took him. He made them if he found buyers who weren't trying to ice him out of profits.
Unlike his parents, he didn't waste the funds past his travels. Slowly but surely building up a fortune over time.
Danny still went out as Phantom, but over the years he invented random gadgets and chemicals that he would ship to Bruce for a healthy paycheck. Ussually he makes something that the rich man off-handedly comments on.
"Oh Danny, I just loved skydiving, but I'm scared Dick's parachute will get stuck."
Danny invented one with small rocket blasters Bruce could manually control into landing for his son.
"I always enjoy undersea diving. The tanks are a killer on my back. Jason was almost weighted down by them too."
Danny created a breathing mask that had the tanks in smaller easier-to-carry cylinders.
"Tim really loves his computers. Wish I could take the whole thing with me when I go out!"
Danny had a working computer on a heliographic wristwatch the next month.
It was awesome. Danny traveled a lot but always found time to call and speak with Bruce. He got to know the man well over the years, found himself chatting with him for hours, and even spent his visits to Gotham at Wayne Manor as a guest.
Bruce's kids were a riot to be around. He would often go away for a while only to return and find that they had grown in numbers. He loved them like his own and found himself a confidant among the children.
It was he that Dick called to whispers about his insecurity within Bruce's home. He would go to all the gymnastics and mathletes shows he could catch, cheering the loudest among the rich parents as Dick outshone the rest of the children.
Danny had practically flown home to rip Bruce a new one until the man admitted to his gapping son that he had applied to be his father mere months after taking him in.
It was Danny that Jason spoke to when Dick and Bruce's fights were too loud. He would take the boy on trips, and talk for hours about books to calm down, then he had sat Bruce and Dick down to rip another new one.
It was no surprise that Jason had called him when he had tried to run away to confront his birth mother. He had been there to see the bitch arrested before she could hurt Jason.
It was Danny that Tim often sought out to showcase his photos. He always made sure to call the boy right before he was meant to sleep, regardless of which part of the world Danny was on, to wish him goodnight and talk about their days.
Tim always brightened whenever Danny caught his skateboard competitions or club performances. He was the one who found out Tim's biological parents neglected him after the boy told him, and he was the one to help Bruce win custody.
Then came Damian, who was as scared as he was angry. Danny adored him and saw so many ghost-like mannerisms in him that connecting to the boy wasn't hard at all.
Bruce didn't seem to understand that his son was used to outlined expectations and grew irritable when he felt he failed them. He was the one that help Damian get used to his environment and was the one the boy was much more willing to try new things with.
Steph and Danny often got along well with their sense of humor, but mostly she followed him around, seeking approval that likely missed out from her parents. They would sit down and talk about her future and what she wanted in life, and he even let her practice her makeup on him and giggle about boys.
Sometimes, it felt like she didn't have to be the tough girl from the rough part of town. She could be a teenage girl without a care in the world. At least, that's what she claimed Danny made her feel like.
Cass didn't talk much, but she didn't have to for Danny to not see how much she enjoyed their days out, too.
He loved taking her to see the arts, to sit and listen to music together, and most of all, to see her slowly bloom into a sociable young lady so different from the closed-off girl that first arrived at Wayne Manor.
Duke was still relatively new, but Danny could spot the wild, unhinged look in his eye that would have made him a proper Fenton. The two often spent their time playing video games and working in the community together.
Duke seemed to enjoy when Danny invited him to tag along on short trips, especially when the two would go camping. As someone who grew up in the city, he had never been fishing until Danny taught him how to reel in a big one at a lake a state over. The whole Wayne family had cheered the dark skin boy on as he held the trout over his head for the photo.
Alfred treated him like one of the family sometimes meeting up with Danny on his travels for a cup of tea or a nice phone call to gossip about Bruce.
Danny loved it but adored when the Waynes would help with his inventions. Even if all they did was sit in his makeshift lab inside his RV or the west wing of Wayne Manor like Bruce did, having them made his hands fly faster and his calculations sharper.
Sometimes, he caught the strangest, softest look on Bruce's face when Danny would be wielding.
Danny was so used to this lifestyle that he would forget about his ghost powers. It's not like he really needed them.
That came to head when he returned to Gotham on a whim, wanting to surprise Bruce for his birthday by taking the other man out to dinner somewhere fancy he happened to stumble across the scene of Scarecrow holding the Waynes- his Waynes- as hostages at an award ceremony in the new mental hospital they had funded.
Danny hadn't thought.
He saw the Fear Gas vents open and pulled one of his gadgets. He threw it as hard as he could at Scarecrow, watching with satisfaction as it bounced off the manic's head- knocking him out and spinning in place as it activated.
It was a miniature vacuum- meant to gather pollution in the air to hopefully clean up their planet- sucking in all the green smoke before it could harm.
He three out of the other five at the goons that had tried to gas the spectators before, pressing his anti-gravity plates- reversing them to slam the goons into a heap and officially knocking them out.
Danny took down the Rouge in under a minute.
"Bruce! Kids! Are you alright?" He cried rushing the stage to the stunned family. He helped them out of their bonds, gentelly tracing the bruise on Bruce's face with a soft whine. "They hurt you."
"I'm alright, darling," Bruce muttered, leaning into his palm. "I'm better with you here. What was that?"
"Oh just a-"
"Look out!" Dick suddenly screams as a flash of ice comes from nowhere. Danny tucks Bruce onto his chest and rolls away from the ray's pathway. They land with his friend on his back and Danny leaning over him in a protective hunch.
Quickly, he stops his foot against the ice, pressing the heel back and watching bursts of electricity from his built-in tazer race up the ice to the beam of Dr. Freeze.
The man doesn't have time to react before spamming and hitting the ground. Danny scoffs. "Using a ray with a cryogenic laser beam so last season. Invent something new, you one act poney."
Bruce stares up at him with those soft eyes again, and Danny smiles now that he is sure the Danger is gone.
"Is there nothing that mind of yours can't do?" Bruce asks and Danny laughs helping him to his feet as police swarm the place.
"Find me a date, maybe." Danny jokes, "I haven't had one since you took in Dick.""
"Neither has Father!" Damian shouts from behind them. Danny bemussingly watches the young boy march up to gesture at the mortified-looking man.
Despite his father's obvious embarrassment, Damian does not seem bothered to shout for everyone to hear. "He may swing both ways but hasn't acquired a suitable spouse. What says you, Danny? You could assist in correcting this error."
"Sure, I'll take him out." Danny laughs, patting the boy on his shoulder, knowing he hates to have his hair touched. Damian all but melts into his hand like his father seemingly smug. "I know a great club to meet some great people in Metropolis!"
Damian's smug look fades away as Bruce's eyes fall. "I meant for you to be Father's sp-"
"Danny, would you mind explaining those tazer shoes?" Bruce cuts in, throwing a arm over the inventor's shoulder. "They were dazzling!"
"Oh, Bruce, I'm always happy to explain my creations!"
Damian pouts as the two walk away, acting like a married couple to the scattered spectators. If only his Father would just man up and tell Danny that he's practically been his second Father all these years, they need to officiate it.
Tim sighs, placing a hand like Danny did on his shoulder. "It's okay, Dami. This time, we will surely succeed in the Parent Trap plan. Maybe before Danny gets lost in the lab trying to invent a way to warp travel."
"Don't even joke, Tim," Jason says. "Danny would figure that out. He created the Zeta Beams to make it to my senior play. He'll figure out warping if we ask him to."
"Dad's the best," Steph laughs, and they all agree, determined more than ever to make Parent Trap happen.
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