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dcxdpdabbles · 5 months

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Freelance Inventor Part 2

Dedicated to @jimmysorsprinkles Thank you for enjoying my random dabbles. I saw that you wanted more Dads, Danny/Bruce, who are unknowingly co-parenting, so here it is! (set during the first prompt through the years of Danny just being a dad whenever he's home)

"I just don't know what to do," Bruce admits, watching Dick stomp about in tiny angry circles, muttering in his native tongue under his breath. He's been out there for about a half hour, doing laps in the yard. Danny knows he deliberately chose to do so under the window leading to Bruce's office.

The kid definitely wanted his guardian to know he was mad at him .

It was the fact Dick was unconsciously hunching his shoulders, curling his fist, and even raising his knee slightly higher than he needed for his stomps that were a nod to Bruce whenever the man was upset.

It seemed like Dick had picked up habits from Bruce during his short time here. If anything, Danny thought it rather cute if it weren't for the fact Dick was so upset.

"What happened?" He asked, standing beside Bruce, overlooking the pre-teen throwing a fit.

Bruce's frown is sharp and hinted with just the edge of uncertainty that anyone who didn't know him well would have dismissed. "He was being reckless in one of our extreme sports, and when I rightfully scolded him for it, he took it as me not trusting him."

Danny tilts his head, considering. It's been over three years since he became acquainted with the Waynes, and in that time- between his travels, his inventing, and his general desire to learn all he could in any way he could- he noticed that Dick was very quick to anger as a defensive mechanism.

This clashed horribly with Bruce's own mechanism- which was shutting down or at least emotionally wise. While Dick sneered and raged against the world, Bruce tried his best to forget he was human and detached himself from the situation.

Which wouldn't be so bad if it didn't feed into Dick's insecurities or Bruce's anxiety when they both reacted to adverse situations.

He has spoken to Jazz about it, and his sister has given him some advice that has helped him smooth things over with the young boy. Empathizing and paraphrasing the boy's issues was a big step in letting him feel heard and his feelings acknowledged.

For Bruce, he treated him like a ghost who had never seen a human. Plenty of ghosts were never human, were born in the ghost zone, or had been there for so long that they had forgotten what humans were like. Danny took time to explain why someone reacted the way they did- at least, why he thought so- and never made Bruce feel less for needing the help.

It was fun, in a way, to see Bruce's eyes lighten up with understanding and get him to talk about his rooted issues, but having to do so on carefully balanced tones and word choice. Phantom had so much practice de-escalating ghosts that it was a walk in the park with Bruce.

"I'll talk to him," Danny promised, leaning over to rest his hand on Bruce's shoulder and not batting an eye when the taller man landed down to rest his forehead on Danny's shoulder.

Where Bruce couldn't say in words, he yelled in his actions. It reminded him a bit of Wulf.

Bruce took a deep breath before nodding. "Thank you."

Danny hummed, reaching up to pet Bruce's hair like he would soothe Wulf, on days the werewolf would twitch too much at the door slamming, and suddenly his friend was mentally back in Walker's prison. "No problem. But, I will also be speaking to you later, and you are going to listen to Dick's side of the story without interrupting at dinner."

"Yes, Danny"

Alfred threw him an approving smile as he marched outside to meet Dick's rage-filled eyes and nervous hand twitching. He could catch the ending bits of whatever rant the boy was muttering.

"You're right. Bruce is an idiot sometimes." He starts grinning as the boy's eyes narrow further.

"You don't speak Romani."

"I may not understand what you're saying, but trust me, I feel it." Danny chirps, watching Dick's shoulder relax a little. " What did he do this time?"

"You won't even believe it!" Dick snaps, and then he's off, Danny keeping pace with him step by step as the boy works himself into another frenzy.

Later that night, Dick explained that he hated how Bruce made him feel so belittled and unimportant, his voice tight with a itch to fight, and Bruce carefully- with significant prompting from Danny- explained how he didn't mean it that way. He was only worried that he was about to watch Dick die in front of him, and he couldn't live through losing his family again.

Dick looked shocked to be considered family, and Danny swore he helped the boy sneak into Bruce's office, which so happened to have the adoption papers Bruce was hiding. Alfred gave him a large sample of pudding for dessert.

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"Hey, kid," Danny whispered, watching Jason tense up momentarily. It's not overly noticeable, but Danny has grown used to seeing little ghost blobs show emotions by how they twisted and twirled over the years, so he could tell what the slight tightening of the fingers around the book meant.

Anxious.

It would be understandable if Jason had been present for another one of Dick's and Bruce's explosive arguments. He came from a household that had an older male figure beat him whenever Willis got in a mood, so while he knew that Bruce or Dick would never hit him, Jason still tried to make himself scarce.

Jazz was the one to point out Jason's usage of escapism in the form of books to comfort himself, and so Danny took whatever time he could manage to read the same books as Jason while on his travels.

"What?" The boy grunted, voice soft but weary.

Danny sits across from him, making sure to stay in Jason's eyesight at all times. He had realized in only his second visit after meeting Jason that the boy did not like having someone too close in his space.

He grew up on the streets where being weary of older men kept him alive- Danny would never fault him for what he had to do to survive.

Unlike Dick, who was always down to talk about why he was upset if only to rant, Jason preferred to have a distraction. So he offers him a smile that he hopes projects You're safe with me and pulls out a book from his bag.

Jason's eyes light up at the cover. "I had some theories on Mr. Darcy being in love with Mr.Bingley before he met Elizabeth, and Bruce won't agree with me. Help me find citations as proof?"

"It's so obvious that he was, how can the old man not see that!" Jason snorts, tilting his head in a cute habit that he picked up from Dick. He really looks up to his big brother no matter how tense things can get.

Danny is glad he's gotten Dick to explain to Jason that he didn't hate him, but he was going through a lot, and Jason as a street kid, understood on some level.

"The old just hate listening to other people's suggestions even when we're right!." Jason leans over to read the book Danny places between them, considering Jane Austin's work while Danny files away the real reason he's upset with Bruce.

Later, after Jason and he present a bemused Bruce with a report on why Mr.Darcy is bi and had feelings for his best friend before meeting his wife, he tells Bruce to explain why he didn't consider Jason's suggestion in their extreme sport.

Jason goes to bed that night with a better answer than "because I said so," and Danny forces Bruce to go up to his room and re-read Pride and Prejudice to connect with his youngest.

Alfred offers them extra blankets and pillows since the two get so caught up reading to each other that Danny just decides sleeping in Bruce's bed is easier than walking down two wings to the guest rooms.

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"I'm not going to bed," Tim snapped when Danny knocked on his door. His fingers are flying over the keyboard of his computer, his little face glowing from the computer screen, and Danny is almost reminded of himself whenever he gets caught up in his work.

It may worry Bruce and Alfred, but Danny is a Fenton. He knows what it's like to have his brain run over time and sacrifice sleep or meals to get his ideas into the world.

His mother is the same, his father is the same, his sister is the same, and even Danny's clone is the same. It's fitting that the little boy he caught following Batmam around with a camera is the same since he all but forced Bruce to adopt him.

He hadn't meant to.

He had been testing an air purifier when he returned to Gotham since Bruce and the kids were out of state, and his ghost hearing picked up the sound of a camera click.

Imagine his surprise that when he turned to the roof opposite him, he found the tiny little face of an eleven-year-old staring back, holding a camera, and Batman swinging away in the distance. Danny became attached to Tim that night, even after he chased the boy down to ask if he was safe.

He did not like the implications of his parents always "working" while Tim ran amok in Gotham.

It took almost two weeks of following Tim around Gotham to help him with his photos before the boy allowed him to take him to Wayne Manor. It took three more before Bruce realized that Danny wouldn't allow Tim's parents to win him back, and together, they took the Drakes to court.

Danny has never been more grateful that Bruce was loaded with money and that his inventions gained him contacts in high places that wouldn't mind taking the Drakes down.

Tim was a lot like Bruce- where he shut down- but he needed people to be around him more. Sometimes just sitting in the same room- where Tim could glance up and see him- was enough for the boy to be at ease.

This was great for Bruce, who thought he didn't need to do much to make Tim happy- until Danny reminded him that Tim was a poor boy who was gutted for any form of parental approval.

He had to almost punch Bruce after overhearing him tell Tim he was proud of him, but there was room for improvement. Bruce meant it as helpful, constructive criticism, but Tim- whose parents all but drilled how useless he was- only heard criticism.

Only heard, he was not enough.

So now Tim was going, who knew how many hours without sleep, trying to fix whatever issue he thought he had caused. How a fourteen-year-old could have caused issues at his adoptive dad's multimillion-dollar company was beyond Danny, but it meant a lot to Tim, so he didn't need to understand it.

He just needed to respect it.

"Don't want you to," Danny grunts, throwing himself on Tim's queen-sized bed. "I just wanted to know if I could crash here. Bruce pissed me off."

Tim's fingers pause. "What did he do?"

"He tried to tell me how to handle my inventions' payment. I'm a freelancer! I know how to do that." Danny complains while twisting under the covers. Tim slowly turns around to look at him, but he acts like he doesn't notice. "I know he'll try to talk to me in the guest rooms, but he won't find me here. I just don't want to listen to another "I can do it better" lecture."

After a moment's pause, Tim admits. "He did the same to me and my team."

He means Cassie, Bart, and Conner. The little team of photography buddies Bruce introduced Tim back when they started homeschooling him. Dani suggested pulling Tim out of school is one of the best advice his clone ever gave him.

Tim took the pictures, Cassie and Conner modeled, and Bart made the clothes. Their work was slowly gaining traction online, and Tim seemed to glow whenever the Team was mentioned.

"Course he did." Danny sigh. He leans back into the pillow. "Know why he did it, too. Bruce doesn't want me to be taken advantage of, but it's hard not to hear him think I can't keep up, especially when my family is doing the same thing."

"Yeah," Tim's voice is soft. "It's frustrating that all your hard work is overshadowed or that everything you've done so far doesn't prove that you know you can."

Bingo. Danny discovered Tim's issue; now he just needs to bring it home.

"I know I'm great at what I do. You said so yourself- my past proves I am crazy good at work. I leave other people breathless in awe all the time. I can adapt and overcome so much faster than others. Bruce can see that, but he forgets to praise it." Danny huffs like he's trying not to be forgiving, and it causes a smile to unwillingly appear on Tim's face.

"I'll talk to him tomorrow but today I'm being petty and hiding. Thanks for letting me sleep here"

"You're welcome, Danny." Tim goes back to his typing, but only after a minute or two of Danny asking if he can turn off the light does the boy save his work and shut his computer down.

The room is plunged into darkness but Danny doesn't need the light to see how Tim sinks into his mattress. Tim is smart- crazy smart that every part of him that's Fenton crows with pride- and he can easily see through Danny.

"Thank you Danny" He doesn't say what for but he doesn't need to.

Danny reaches over, grabs the blankets, and makes sure they cover the small shoulder, tucking Tim in properly. "Any time kid"

The next morning, Bruce wakes them up with a powerpoint of all the things he thought were impressive about Tim and his team's last photo session. A powerpoint for Pete's sake.

But it makes Tim smile so much that Danny lets it slide. At least he listened when Danny chewed him out for forgetting to praise Tim.

Alfred offers Danny some of his private tea jars, which according to Dick, means Danny is in for life as Tim, Jason, and Bruce go over the PowerPoint again. Jason has begone to heal for his bitch of a mother's betrayal a few months ago.

Thankfully, Danny was in the area when he called and reminded the lady why she should not mess with Bruce's kids. Dani paying her a visit in her jail cell was just the Fentons' sending their regards.

(His dad gave Dani the ani-creep stick, and his mom hacked the cameras to loop. Jazz just watched hours of her to realize what made the woman scream and cry before sending the clone on her way. It was a good family bonding moment)

No one believed the woman claiming to be haunted that her son was Robin. Honestly, where on earth she got that idea Danny would never know.

His Jason, the sweet school-loving boy who graduated as valedictorian, running around punching criminals? Honestly, what was she going to claim next?

Bruce being Batman?!

Please.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #freelance inventor #part 2 #spirit halloween #Danny being a dad for the three first robins #Bruce not understanding emotions #And the kids not understanding their own emotions #Jazz trained her brother well #Fenton's are crazy and Super smart #They are aware of Danny's Not-Boyfriend and his kids #They love them

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bluerosefox · 1 month

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Our Strengths

"What do we do now? Tucker asked. His voice cracking with stress and worry as he stared at the scene before him not able to look away as his best friend and his family were being dragged out of their home.

Danny cuffed in anti-ghost cuffs and knocked the heck out with a ecto-gun pointed at his skull by one of the GIW agents, they eventually tossed Danny into their van that was parked right outside the Fenton Works. Jazz was pleading, begging them to let her brother go, even though she too was cuffed and not caring that another gun was at her back. Maddie was hissing like angry feral mama cat at the two agents, ignoring the other two that were holding her shoulders to keep her from squirming around and saying "you dare touch a single hair on my babies I will rip-" before she too was lead away to the GIW van. The last to come out was Jack and he looked haunted and stressed, and despite being a huge guy he was trying to make himself look small. He too was sent into the van, and one of the last things Tucker could see before the doors close was Jack kneeling down next to Danny and going to cradle him but being stopped by the GIW agent in the van.

Sam chewed on her lip, her eyes wide and wild as she tried to think of... well anything to save her friend and his family from this.

To think Vlad would be so petty after Danny finally told his parents about being Phantom and them accepting and loving him regardless and even apologizing for trying to hurt him that he would go and tattle to the GIW about Phantom.

Danny hadn't even told them about Vlad being a halfa either. Not even a bit. All Danny told them was that Vlad made him super uncomfortable. About how the guy seemed obsessed with his mom but seemed to be shifting his obsession to him.

And for once Jack listened, especially after Maddie finally told him the times the man flirted with her and had even tried getting her to leave Jack. With only Danny. No mention of Jazz, only Danny.

After that Jack turned papa bear mode.

Say what you will about Jack Fenton but his love for his family outweighs any kind of friendship.

So yeah Vlad finding himself being 'cut out' of the Fenton's lives, realizing the only times he could even get close to Maddie and Danny was because Jack was always welcoming to him, and finding out Jack point blank said he no longer wanted him around his family, he raged and decided to get back at Danny was to go tell the GIW about him being Phantom.

No doubt the creep was going to show up later, 'save' them and start making demands or indebt them to him.

And now here they were. The Fenton's, after being told about Phantom, were being unjustified hauled away by the GIW while all of Amity watches from the streets and despite the protest from, mostly teens, Amity Parkers no one could do anything with both weapons pointed at them or the 'law' decree.

Closing her eyes, Sam took a breath. When she opened them back up she finally looked away as the van and the rest of the GIW began to leave, her hands clutched so tight that her knuckles were turning a deadly white. When she finally released her grip she felt something in her hand.

Confused, Sam opened her hand and gasped as she recognized a familiarish green sticky note and words written in purple ink. She's never read any of the sticky notes CW would send Danny but she has seen them appear out of no where.

She read the note, ignoring Tuckers questioning, and once done she snapped her head to look at him. It was so fast that Tucker jumped for a second. Her eyes were alight with a new found kindle of hope, determination, and a plan.

"Sam? What is it?" Tucker finally asked once more, he had a feeling whatever she had in mind was going to be insane but if it sent by CW and meant to save his best friend he'd do it.

"We play into our strengths and get some help." She said as she brought the sticky note up for him to see.

"Help? From who?" Tucker asked as he took the note and instantly noticed the drawn symbols on the bottom. When he snapped his head back up to look at Sam his mouth fell open and he said in shock, awe, and disbelief "No. No way. Them? But I thought-"

"Gonna stop you right there Tucker. Remember what Dani told us last month? About that new under the radar teen hero group?" Sam cut in.

"OOoooh. Them.... Yeah I can totally get behind asking them over asking the adults." Tucker responded, his mind coming up with a plan as the sticky note words played into his head 'Use your strengths'

"Good we have no time to loose. I'll contact Dani to find out where we can find their base, you get ready to hack and find what you can so I can use it to help... persuade them into helping us."

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Young Justice was having a normal, well as normal as a bunch of super-powered and very well trained teens could have day.

Or at least it was until their comms and entire system were hacked by an unknown hacker, a goth girl appearing on their main sceen and her saying this

"Hey, Young Justice right? Look I'll be blunt about this. We need help, our best friend and his family got taken by some shady government jerks that wanna experiment on him and we need to save them. It's a long story. However, we do not like the JL too much and don't trust them, we have our reasons, so to make sure you don't go crying to them, we're taking your systems hostage and blackmailing you with things our hacker found out." Her eyes narrowed at them, her face in a scowl and it left no room for negotiations at all, she was determined to get things her way "So that's the deal. Help us save our best friend and his family while not letting the JL know, and we let go of your systems and forget about what we found out."

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yupekosi · 11 months

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dp x dc prompt again bc i am plagued with blorbo thoughts. should i make this a series?? anyway

so we all know that Jason 'Pride and Prejudice' Todd-Wayne is a nerd, right? no amount of muscle can hide that this fridge of a man was once the dorky little kid that was so excited to go to school he skipped out on Robin patrols to do homework.

I propose that Danny 'I Wanna Be an Astronaut' Fenton Phantom is also a fucking nerd. he gets good grades, when he's not having to juggle school, sleep, and secret ghost fighting, and he takes to engineering like a ghost to ectoplasm. he's also the exact kind of space-obsessed geeky kid that would absolutely devour every sci-fi show and book he could get, and I say that as someone who was that space-obsessed geeky kid.

so, as young teens, both boys spent a lot of time in online fandom spaces, and eventually become internet friends. Jason's into classic lit and Lord of the Rings while Danny's into comic books and Star Trek, but they get on surprisingly well. They're chatting on forums and beta-ing each other's fanfiction, that sort of thing... and then Jason vanishes.

he just stops responding to messages, he stops posting, all his accounts are abandoned. Danny is very concerned, of course, but this happens right around the time of his accident, so he has more city-destroying things to worry about than an online friend going MIA. and eventually, as he gets older, he sort of forgets about Jason, only occasionally thinking back to the kid he used to talk to, wondering whatever happened to him.

so time passes, and Danny, now a young adult, ends up meeting the Batfam for whatever reason. is he part of the Justice League? in Gotham for a Wayne Enterprises internship? superhero shenanigans? Ghost King Summoning? secret twin/son/clone bullshit? up to you!

any way, he's hitting it off with the Batkids, and at some point Jason subconsciously quotes something from one of his old, unpublished fanfics from his Tumblr days.

and Danny's jaw drops. the Batkids stare at him; you can see the gears turning in his head before he blurts out;

"You're WingingIt02???"

and something deep in Jason's brain, buried under layers of death-trauma and Pit Rage clicks.

"Holy shit, AstroloGhost??"

[once again, not planning to make this a fic, but feel free to run wild with the prompt! just give credit if you do, please! :3]

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picturejasper20 · 5 months

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Speaking about Danny, he is one of those rare cases i can say that a kid/teen lead protagonist is one of my top favourite characters in an animated show. You could argue ¨Not surprising, duh, he is the protagonist¨ but here is the thing: Most often that not my favourite characters are those who aren't in the main lead or are antagonists.

The thing with Danny is that he is pretty balanced as a character. He has tons of flaws that are realistic for a teenagers of his age but he never comes off as irritable unlike other male protagonists in other show.

It helps that he is quite introverted and chill. He has a bit of an ego without coming off as completely arrogant or inconsiderate of others. In fact, Danny is pretty insecure. He starts as very anxious at the start of the show. He wants to fit in with others of his peers, considering how he is seen as one of the weird kids in his school.

I think a lot comes from how he is someone who just wants to help others and he is well intentioned. He is a teen who wants to protect his family and city from ghosts attacks. He is someone who is just trying his best in spite having many things against him.

It's a simple way to write a protagonist yet it manages to be so effective because of how you see them grow and change over the course of the series.

Another aspect is how well he contrasts with other characters he interacts in the show, like Jazz and Valerie. For example, Jazz has very different personality from Danny. Where Danny is impulsive, Jazz tries to be more responsible and sensible. While Jazz is a top student, Danny struggling with his grades (a lot thanks to ghost hunting).

Danny can also be pretty funny at times too. Most of his funny moments come from his own sarcarsm, bad puns he makes, his own naivety and clumsiness.

And the thing is, that while Danny usually tries to be a good kid, he has moments that he can be a little shit. When that happens, specially it involves being a little shit towards his enemies, it's comedy gold. One of my favourite scenes involving this is in Maternal Instinct when Danny tricks Vlad in giving him a hug and instead he puts the Specter Deflector on Vlad, in result weakening his ghost powers.

On last point, some antagonists are build around Danny's character, actings as foils for who he could turn into if he choose a dark path. Vlad Masters acts the opposite of Danny in almost every way possible, thus highlighting Danny's positive attributes, like his caring and protective nature. Dan Phantom, also known as ¨Dark Danny¨, represents another person that Danny could turn into if he happened to lose everyone he cares about and let rage consume him.

In all he is very enjoyable protagonist. I would argue that is a character who is hard to dislike since it, again, it is well balanced in different areas. It is satisfying seeing him go from the insecure boy he is at the start to becoming the hero of Amity Park over the course of the seasons.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #Not exactly analysis #Its more a general rambling about why i do like Danny as protagonist

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Red Robin was exhausted. He had spent the last month trying to track down the source or a new drug on the market called "Spectral" and was growing more and more frustrated with every dead end he hit.

This drug had a similar look and chemical components to the Lazarus Pit and even had the ability to revive the dead when used in large enough doses. The difference between the two was that the Pit sent people into a rage when revived while this drug left the revived calm and overly compliant. Terrifying.

The drug, when used on living people, made them feel safe and comforted. Often making the world seem like a happier friendlier place. Needless to say it exploded on the Gotham black market and the bats have been seeing it everywhere. Jasons reaction to just being in its presence was definitely concerning as well.

He finally manages to find the main supplier and places a tracker on them. He follows them down highways and interstates on his motorcycle, happy to be nearing the end of this case. Should he be on a motorcycle after not sleeping for 72 hours? No. Is he doing it anyway? He speeds up, letting the roar of the engine answer for him.

RR follows the man through a suspicious green portal before finding himself in the wooded outskirts of a city. He proceeded to track the man around the City of Amity Park for a few hours, sticking to the shadows and whatever hiding places he could find until he sees the man meet up with a glowing meta teen on the roof of a nearby building. It was only after the supplier began drawing very green and glowy blood from the meta that Tim realized that wasn't a meta at all.

Tim was not at all prepared to have run in to a confused undead teenager being tricked into supplying his blood for drug trade, or the multiple illigal government scandals, or the evil supervillian mayor being undead, or the portal to freaking LAZARUS in someone's basement, or Ras assassins having been seen in the area, or the undead repeatedly attacking the world of the living throught the day and night or the mad scientists who were clearly genocidal maniacs spouting hate speech and committing acts of terrorism in broad daylight while no one did anything about them or...or anything about this city really.

Phantom, as he's come to know the spirit as, comforts him saying this was actually pretty peaceful for Amity. When asked why the Justice League hadn't been called Phantom just looked at him oddly and asked who the Justice League were.

Tim needed more coffee. No amount of cute ghosts was going to make this situation ok.

I know I made a prompt very similar to this before but I wanted to take it into a new direction

#prompt #fanfiction prompts #braindead #tim drake #red robin #danny phantom #danny fenton #danny being used as a walking drug factory

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driftwithme · 5 months

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I think Chuck should try to land a punch on Raleigh and Raleigh should catch it and pull Chuck against him for a hug and Chuck should lose all control and sanity for a few seconds and fully grab Raleigh's shirt and kiss him hard and then come back to his senses.

In all of that, Raleigh still has Chuck's now soft hand in his and he did move to react but for some reason the kiss felt more like a blow than anything he has ever been hit with, so he's totally paralyzed as Chuck runs walks away.

Raleigh touches his mouths and licks his lips to find out there's blood there and he doesn't know who it belongs to. The phantom feel of Chuck's fingers over him won't let him rest. Raleigh has trained himself to stay calm and react accordingly to any emergency, but this????

Meanwhile Chuck was expecting a tantrum or a rage threatening to destroy it all but all he feels is at peace. It's weird, it's wrong. He fills his head with absurd notions like maybe he stole Raleigh's tranquility with the kiss. It only gets worse when Chuck passes quickly beside the gym and sees Raleigh annihilating a poor boxing bag. Oh God, he turned Raleigh violent.

I need them to feel what the other feels and be convinced it's magic or some kaiju science bullshit and never EVER consider the fact that maybe—

Maybe they just care about the other.

Maybe Chuck feels better after kissing the man he has wanted to kiss since he was a teen. Maybe he feels better to kiss a friend. Maybe he feels less lonely and it makes him feel less angry and that's the whole thing.

Maybe Raleigh is mad because he wants more or because now he notices how badly people treat Chuck. Maybe he saw the hurt in Chuck's eyes a second before he pulled away or felt the despair in the kiss and that messed him up.

God forbid, maybe they are in love.

#pacific rim #pacrim #pacific rim 2013 #pacrim 2013 #raleigh becket #chuck hansen #chuck x raleigh #chaleigh #raleigh x chuck

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kawaiikenna · 1 year

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Angry Dragons are Never Good

AO3 link for anyone that’s interested. ^w^ Here’s the original prompt and posting if y’all want.

Danny could tell that he was destroying things and hurting people. His core aches at every person he can hear scream and building crashing down. He was clinging onto the barest sliver of sentience through the painfully blinding rage that burned in his chest and tore at his soul. His mind’s eye was hazy and he could only catch snippets of what was happening and what he was doing. Initially Danny had been in Amity but within the last…hour? He thinks it’s been an hour. But within that time he fled from his hometown and was now in the outskirts of a much larger city.

There were also people. At first they all ran away from him screaming. Good, that way he couldn’t accidentally hurt more than he had already. But soon after that a new group of people came. They threw weapons and shot guns at Danny’s gleaming white hide. No mortal weapon could harm him in this form. If anything, it just annoyed and aggravated him further, making him rampage more violently. More people came and tried to hurt Danny. Some of it worked, but most did not.

Danny struggled to keep conscious but once they started throwing magic at him it was a lost battle. The magic was hurting him and binding his wings. So he switched forms. Though still a dragon, his bright white scales became black as pitch and he felt gravity take a hold of him again. The attacking people didn’t stop. Instead they tried harder to hurt him. They bound his wings further, making it impossible to move them. They tethered him down to the earth. Muzzled him when he had tried to snap at a few of the people that approached. Now everything hurt and he just wanted it to stop. Just stop! Please, it hurts! It hurts! Stop, stop, stopstop STOP !

And suddenly it did.

The blazing rage receded and the cool balm of his core started working on healing his injuries. Danny felt himself start to shrink and become smaller, closer to his original size. The magic binding him tried to adapt to his sudden size change but instead of tightly holding and wrapping around him, it instead looped loosely around his much smaller body. And now that the rage and anger had completely vanished, anxiety and panic flooded through him. He had hurt people. Even if it wasn’t intentional he had hurt people. That went against every instinct that he had had from the moment his accident had happened.

Danny falls to the ground in a crumpled heap. He somewhat succeeds in sitting up. His first thought is that he’s back in Phantom form. His second thought immediately after that was to get the amulet off as soon as he possibly could. So he reaches towards his neck and pulls at the golden chain. The serpentine eye glinting in the low light of the polluted city. Almost as if it was maliciously mocking him.

It doesn’t budge. It’s not moving. Why isn’t it moving?

His panicked breathing hitches and picks up. His hands start to shake uncontrollably. He pulls again, this time trying to put as much strength into the gesture as possible. The cold metal chain only bites further into his skin.

No! Nononono, no! He has to get it off! He has to keep everyone safe and he isn’t safe with this thing clasped around his neck. He has to get it off. He has to get it off. He hAS TO GET-

An unfamiliar set of hands try to help him. Danny jerks out of their grasp. “NO!” Danny yells, his Wail tinged the word. It knocks back whoever was in front of him a few steps and rattles whatever debris around him. Tears are freely flowing down his face to drip to the ground or onto himself. When had he started crying?

The set of hands approach again and hover in front of the teen. Danny looks past the hands to see a bedraggled blond haired man in a rumpled trench coat with tired eyes. He’s saying something but Danny can’t hear him over the ringing in his ears. More tears well in the panicking teen’s eyes as he lets out a broken sob.

“I didn’t mean to hurt everyone! I don’t want to hurt anyone!” Danny harshly pulls at the golden chain around his throat. “I just want it off. I just want it off! But it won’t come off! Why won’t it come off?” Another sob wracked his body as Danny stops pulling at the amulet and just grasps it limply instead.

The man in the trench coat offers a hand and says something again. Danny still can’t understand what he’s saying, but the emotions he’s detecting are calm and reassuring. So he eyes the hand but doesn’t do anything other than sob brokenly and pull at the chain with less and less strength. And before he knows it the amulet drops from around his neck and lays uselessly in Danny’s hands and across his lap.

Utter relief floods through him. Then absolute terror before he throws the now broken amulet in a random direction and tries to get further away. Danny stumbles two steps before he runs face first into someone, therefore losing what balance he had. The person he ran into holds him up, gently supporting Danny to stand.

The teen’s blurred vision makes out a leather jacket and the color red. But there’s something soothing about this person. Something that sings safe to Danny’s distressed core. So the extremely exhausted teen winds his arms around a strong torso, grips fistfuls of leather, and fully collapses into this safe person. Not even a moment passes before Danny has slipped into the blissful realm of sleep and unconsciousness.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #dc x dp #batman #dp #dc comics #jason todd #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #writing prompts #red hood #dp x dc crossover #john constantine #magical artifacts #dragon Danny #cross posted on ao3

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dxrksong · 1 year

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An evolution: How Danny turned his entire town into a cult.

CotL and DP x DC au

The timeline started off the same but the moment it turned into a branching path was when Ember and YoungBlood kidnapped all the adults and Danny rallied the kids and teens into an army.

But instead of slipping away to transform, he did it in front of everyone and asked everyone to keep his secret from the adults since they would never understand and would want to get rid of him.

Of course they all agreed, the younger population of amity were more open minded then the adults anyhow.

After that, the entire younger population of the town were often seen helping Phantom out by either evacuating areas of fights. Or even taking up ghost hunting lessons.

The fentons may be idiots but they do know what they're doing most of the time.

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So when Pariah Dark shows up, the town is throughly protected. The younger generation had proved time and time again that they could take up the mantle when Phantom couldn't.

Danny started getting careless of his well being. Started drowning in his hero complex to the point of shattering his own core in exertion.

Danny with toe to toe with Pariah Dark and when it seemed Danny was about to lose, Danny pushed past his exhaustion and started sacrificing his body to push Pariah back.

Everyone watched in horror as Danny managed to actually BEAT him in single combat as his body started destabilizing.

Danny locked Pariah away once more before he collapsed with a SPLAT, ectoplasm leaking out of the endosuit.

Vlad, of course, tried to rush to Danny's side, but before he could get too close the ectoplasm MOVED and congealed into the rough shape of a hand and grabbed Vlad before SQUEEZING him tightly.

Danny, who fell out of the suit at some point, staggered to his feet, glaring at vlad with a singular eye. The entire left side of his face was melting, the eye completely gone green as his lips slowly dripped.

It was then that Vlad could see in Danny's other hand was the crown of fire, the ring of rage sitting innocently on the floor between them.

Danny stepped forward, stepping on the ring with a slap, grinning. As he now had kept all artifacts of power away from the biggest nuisance of his half life. Danny reared his arm back.

And promptly yeeted Vlad out of the nearest window.

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Satisfied that there were no more immediate threats to him, Danny turned towards the throne and more or less collapsed onto it, before passing out.

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FrightKnight kneeled before the throne, giving his king his crown and ring as his young leage was too weak at the moment to do it himself.

He honestly didn't expect to wake up. But when he did he was mostly stabilized again.

And I say mostly because his left eye hadn't seemed to recover before he woke up, it being a completely ecto green.

The rings of transformation startled him out of his thoughts as he transformed back to Fenton. He looked into the mirror again to see his left eye just had a permanently green Iris instead of straight up ecto.

However that was all the time he had as his parents bursted through his bedroom door. Apparently fright knight had took him back to his haunt and Jazz found him, taking him home before calling her parents.

'Well...' he thought as he proceeded to be completely fussed over by his parents. 'That was weird.'

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Since the accident Danny had been getting slightly more unhinged than he usually was. He went from protective to possessive. He went from territorial to straight up hostile sometimes.

The other times, he was kind and negotiable, letting certian ghosts do their own thing as long as they behaved. And he even spared with those that wanted to.

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It wasn't hard to figure out what changed with the now red glow of his singular eye.

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The crystal of ice cracked that day, exhausted and stressed.

But like broken bones, it is lucky it is so young.

Time will heal all wounds.

But some scars will never fade.

As ghost king, new things had been unlocked for him. And that included being able to be summoned, appointing souls as his, commanding ghosts, and a much newer power: the ability to mark someone.

The outside world is dangerous afterall and he can't keep an eye on everyone. So the markings alert him in emergencies!

Of course, as a spirit of protection and Space, he couldn't just let his people leave without a way to contact him. He's not a monster.

He tried to keep them home. Keep them safe. But he quickly found that when people are unable to leave, they'd want to leave the most

The markings themselves are in the shape of his symbol and often invisible on one's skin until activated or near ectoplasm.

And the best part was, it's generational too! So unless Danny himself takes it of, it's on all the decendents of good old Amity Park!

And as the decades and centuries go by. Amity had turned into a folk tale, hidden in the forest of Illinois that never seems to shrink or grow.

And of course new heroes take the stage that Danny had laid out for them, causing Danny to relax slightly more, knowing he wouldn't have to interfere nearly as much as before.

Giving him plenty of time to give his undivided attention to his spouses and family.

Sam, Tucker, Danielle, Dash, Valarie, Jazz, Dan, Wes, and Vlad have become minor deities in Danny's ever growing cult, each becoming a symbol that is remembered in town by the carvings of stone statues scattered around the park.

Sam; nature and Harvest.

Tucker; technology and history.

Danielle: freedom

Dash: the knight

Valarie: the hunt

Jazz: the mind

Dan: redemption

Wes: knowledge

Vlad: wealth and thoughtless love SIMPING

It seems someone vandalized Vlad's statue...

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So when the justice league had gotten an anonymous tip about a city turned into a cult by a powerful spirit, they of course went to investigate.

They certainly weren't expecting the people to set up a barrier not even Constantine could break with his magic and summoned their diety in "mom come pick me up, I'm scared" fashion.

Danny, of course. Had 100% knew they were coming. And walked up to the barrier smugly.

Things quickly escalated, with Danny's "insane like" preaching of keeping all his subjects safe. And getting quite over protective when asked if they could speak to any of the civilians.

And of course someone had even suggested that the citizens were under mind control.

Not to mention the way they treat clones over there.

Oh yeah, did he forget to mention he adopted all the clones in the world? Because he did. Every Tim clone, he quickly snatched from death and rehabilitated. SuperBoy? He called the clone to him via dreams.

Did you know Luther is the descendent of Paulina? Distant, of course. But enough so that Danny had easy access to Superboy's Mark to call him home.

Needless to say, Superman and Danny are on the other's shit list as Danny tries to adopt Conner.

Oh and he 100% has Constantine's soul and has adopted him too.

Danielle's statue had a recent modification. Usually vandalism would be punished but the town let this slide.

Danielle: freedom (and clones)

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ghostieboi1 · 7 months

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"Screw them! We're your real friends anyway."

Ghouls & Teen!Reader

Genre: SFW, fluff, hurt/comfort

Characters: Aether, Sodo, Rain, Swiss, Mountain, Phantom, Cirrus, Cumulus, Sunshine, Aurora, Copia, and Sister Imperator

Summary: Reader's childhood friends becoming distant and clearly ignoring Reader but the Ghouls swoop in and help them.

Warnings: Author HEAVILY self-projecting in this fic, asshole "friends", mentions of very very small angst (like seriously have to squint to see it), Sodo not understanding human emotions/reasons, some ghouls having no filter, poorly translated Latin and Italian, Reader is GN, Ghouls are not human.

If anyone were to ask you how you ended up in the Ministry, you wouldn't have an answer. You were too young to know what happened to your biological parents or if they gave you away because you only really have memories of the Ministry. That being said, you had a few friends from before that you still wanted to keep close with regardless of anything. The Ministry allowed you to visit on the weekends, resulting in you staying the night at one of their houses.

Years went by and now you're 15, your friends being roughly the same age as you (either a year younger or a year older). They were not mostly occupied with teenage stuff, dating, partying, stuff you weren't as into. You had joined them a few times when they wanted to go to parties but never felt comfortable with the alcohol or smoking and you often called Copia to come and pick you up early since he was the emergency contact.

It wasn't that you didn't like partying but the poor alcohol choices (mostly beer) and all the people trying to hit on you and get you in their beds was uncomfortable. You also felt it wasn't right since they were drunk and were obviously doing something they wouldn't have done sober, so you felt it was almost non-consentual. You never told Copia, or anyone for that matter, about leaving early since you felt embarrassed and wasn't ready for any kinds of conversations about those things.

But this last trip did something to you. Sister Imperator opened the door after the doorbell rang only for you to speed past her without saying a word. She had no idea what that was all about and felt a little worried but figured that if it was something to fully worry about that you'd tell someone, assumably the ghouls. You went immediately to your room and had a rage fit, your poor bedroom turning into a rage room and you broke anything that had any connection to your outside life. You tore up pictures, clothes, smashed objects, and if they didn't break, you chucked it in the trash.

Eventually once you couldn't break anything anymore, you grabbed your pillow and began screaming into it. Not high pitched, but gutteral and full of hatred. After a minute passed, you grew tired and eventually just decided to go to bed. That was when the sadness crept up and you ended up crying yourself to sleep, too afraid you'd accidentally lash out at anyone should you leave your room.

The next morning you woke up and your throat was sore from the screaming, you were just thankful you didn't have anywhere to be since today was kind of everybody's day off. You didn't want to leave your room but you were also growing hungry and needed something to drink. Eventually you huffed a sigh and left your room to get breakfast, despite it being a day off, there was always still breakfast, lunch, and supper made throughout the day.

You tried to avoid Copia and the Ghouls but they did eventually spot you when you grabbed what you wanted and quickly went back to your room, thankful you were allowed to either eat in the cafeteria-like room or your bedroom. You didn't notice them trying to get your attention, Sunshine even tried to follow you to ask if you were doing okay.

It was then that Sister Imperator informed them about when you got back home last night, how fast you ran to your room without any words spoken. This caused all of them to grow worried but decided to let you talk about it when you were ready, a lesson they accidentally learned the hard way. You were always one to show exactly how you were feeling, so when you went through your first break up and Rain asked you what was wrong and you snapped at him, they all learned to not push you to talk about how you're feeling unless they wanna talk to Lucifer himself.

It took a couple days of radio silence from you, they saw you out and about but you didn't even really look at anything for more than a couple seconds and left your earbuds in, so even if anyone went up to you and said anything, you didn't hear it. Mountain even tried to sneak his way to you and say "Hi" to you but you literally didn't notice him and he eventually just left you alone and shrugged at Rain as a response. Copia even tried to include you in mass but you never held eye contact for longer than a second, Sister Imperator tried to get you to do confessions but nothing.

Eventually, the ghouls saw you enter the ghouls den, you had your head hung and was staring at the ground.

"(Y/N)? You okay, puella?" Swiss asked, breaking the deafening silence that covered the room upon your appearance.

You glanced up at him before scanning the room, you eventually sighed and shrugged. Cirrus was by your side relatively fast, all of them sensing the weird feeling you were feeling. Cirrus helped you to sit on one of the couches in the living area, shooing Sodo to scooch over a little so you could sit.

"What's on your mind, parvulus?" Cirrus asked, gently rubbing her hand up and down your arm.

You sighed again as you glanced around again, everyone staring at you. They all knew you were going through so many thoughts and emotions they could practically hear them all but they were all so fast and scattered that it was hard to pinpoint anything.

"It's just... I... I thought I could handle it." You muttered, staring at your hands as they fidgeting with each other.

"Handle what?" Rain asked, subtling reminding you that they weren't with you when the issue arose.

"When I left to go see my friend... they wanted to go to a party. I got talked into going and I also got talked into drinking too much. I didn't think anything was gonna go wrong but then I passed out and woke up in the yard of the same house. My head hurt but I was fine other than that but... what made it worse was that none of my friends knew about it nor did they seem to care. I tried to find my way back to one of their houses but a nice lady found me instead and took care of me until I was able to get an Uber back here. They still haven't talked to me." You explained, almost zoning out a few times.

You knew it wasn't an end of the world situation but you're trust was broken between people you knew your whole life, none of them cared and even in the few days you were silent to everyone, none of them called or texted you to make sure you were okay.

All the ghouls seemed to glance around at each other and sigh, feeling the hurt for you. First hangovers suck in general but it didn't seem to them like you had fun before getting drunk and then clearly didn't get the help you needed in recovering.

"What assholes." Sodo muttered, causing Cirrus to bump him with her elbow while also getting a glare.

"You shouldn't have gone through that. We all know it wasn't a life threatening or life altering thing but you still shouldn't have experienced that. Your friends should've been there with you, not being jerks, or at least check up on you." Cumulus said, her emotions clearly showing pity for you.

"Mel, if that's how they're going to treat you, then they aren't worth your time or patience. They clearly don't seem to care about your well-being enough to be your actual friends." Phantom explained, causing you to nod.

It was then that your phone buzzed, you didn't know if you wanted to look. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and checked your notifications, seeing you got a message from one of your friends. You sighed before looking around at them.

"They just texted me, what do I do?" You asked, not sure you want to open it.

"You should at least open it to see what they said." Aether said, giving you a reassuring smile.

You sighed before opening it and reading it, you paused and glanced around before reading it out loud.

"Hey, that party was really fun, glad to see that there was a different side to you. I ended up leaving with someone that night and I'm assuming you went to someone else's house or went back to your house." You read, your voice wavering a bit.

You could tell the rest of them felt anger and sadness for you, the selfishness on that kid... Most of their jaws clenched and many shook their heads, you swear you even heard Sodo growl.

"Mel, people like them aren't your friends, I wouldn't waste tears or feelings for them." Aurora comforted, taking the empty seat on the other side of you.

"I know, it just hurts a little." You admitted, trying to give a smile to Aurora.

"You know what I think?" Swiss asked, waiting for permission to continue from you. "Screw them! We're your real friends anyway."

You smiled, finding Swiss' honestly funny and comforting. The others all scoffed a little at his bluntness but all knew he was right, when all else failed, they always had your back. You stayed around them for the rest of the day and even slept in the den, Copia found you buried in a ghoul cuddle pile completely asleep later that night. The purring that came from every ghoul sounded like a motor or engine running, Rain woke up a little at the sudden light and looked up at Copia, smiling a little before falling back to sleep.

It had been a few weeks since you stopped talking to these "friends" of yours, deciding to give them a taste of their own medicine until they either came back crawling to you or until they forgot about you completely. Copia was now taking both of you out into nearby towns and cities on the weekends as a replacement, he didn't want you to feel like you were trapped in the Ministry and you only agreed on going if he came with you so he could take a break from working.

This was becoming a normal thing now, and it was also a nice way for the two of you to bond since Copia was kind of the only father figure you had other than Aether or Mountain. The days out weren't big or extravagant but it was nice, mostly just going to new places Copia hadn't been to and checking the place out. However, you'll never forget the embarrassed look he had on his face when he wondered a little too far back into a Spencer's gift shop.

Today there was something going on in the downtown area, a street dance of some sort. You dragged Copia with you despite him saying he wasn't sure about it but he eventually loosened up a little, that was until he notices a shift in your mood and behavior. You toned down your excitement and ended up almost glued to Copia, this confused him and he immediately started looking around to see if anyone was making you feel this way. Then he was it.

When he was Cardinal, he was your emergency contact should you need someone to call while away from the Ministry. You rarely called him but he still memorized faces, names, addresses, etc. He never wanted to be under prepared should you be in danger while gone, so when he looked around a bit and saw your "friends," he understood why your mood shifted.

"Cara, if you want to leave, we can." Copia told you, he had to speak a little louder than he wanted to because of the crowd and music.

"Yeah, but I wanna do one more thing before we go." You replied, deciding to keep what you had in mind to yourself.

Copia nodded and waited for you towards the entrance, that was when you went up to your "friends," grabbed their drinks and poured it on their heads. You knew it wasn't a major thing but it still felt satisfying to see the look on their faces before you turned around and left without a word. You never told Copia what you did and he never asked, knowing that whatever it was could be justified.

#the band ghost #aether ghoul #sodo ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #papa emeritus iv #papa copia #sister imperator

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mysteriousooze · 1 year

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Any Valerie Gray headcanons?

Ohohoho now where did I put that soapbox...

Valerie eventually has to come to terms with her own ghostly nature. She has been imbued and empowered by nanobots and ectoplasm, and even when she isn't using any of it, she is different now

Technus is capable of mind controlling Valerie. Fortunately, he is stupid. He doesn't think to do so for a very long time, and it's obvious the moment he does

They never actually figure out how to prevent technus from controlling her. But thankfully he never gets good at it. Instead, he learns to fear being beaten like a pinata by teenagers

Eventually, the GIW is able to pick Valerie up on their sensors due to her super suit living under her skin

Valerie is not a halfa. She doesn't have ghost powers. To any ecologists, she seems highly contaminated and likely overshadowed.

Any attempt or even success in removing the ectoplasm and nanobots from her system will kill her.

Valerie was that kid who never missed a day of school even if she had the flu and everyone would have been safer if she had stayed home. Being sick just makes her stubbornly determined to persevere.

(Valerie stays home from school the day she realizes the anti-ecto acts apply to herself)

If Valerie were to ever come into contact with blood blossoms, she would feel pain within her entire body, followed by muscle spasms as if being jolted with electricity, and—with prolonged exposure—sores would open on her skin and start leaking ectoplasm.

Blood blossoms alone wouldn't kill her, unlike Danny. But they would weaken her immune system enough that something else likely would.

Valerie eventually develops a sort of sixth sense for electromagnetic fields

If Danny transforms into a human and keeps a lid on his powers, he can hide from the GIWs sensors. Valerie can never hide.

Valerie's eyes are opened to her own behavior toward ghosts after the GIW treat her as subhuman.

It's not Danny who saves her. It's Sam Manson.

Valerie's dad and Sam's parents work with the teen girls as they spearhead the ecto rights movement. Valerie becomes a figurehead. She hates it, but she hates the GIW more

Eventually when Valerie joins team Phantom, she learns that Tucker has been able to track her location using her nanobots this whole time

The more she learns about Danny's weird friends, the more she comes to respect them

Hey friendship with Sam is frightening to behold. The bond over the destruction of their enemies

She doesn't touch romance with a ten-foot pole, and is thankful nobody brings up feelings. Team Phantom have flashes of rage or betrayal or yearning, usually followed by an awkward silence. But mostly it's because they're low-key being hunted by the government

(Publicly, the government isn't hunting them at all. They strike indirectly, or when ghosts can take the blame. They place substitute teachers in Casper High, which is always badly understaffed. It's a strange cold war.)

Valerie never has the problems with controlling her nanobots that Danny did his powers, but sometimes her reflexes get the better of her.

Valerie would rather get angry than cry

She almost shot her dad once when he tried to wake her up from a nightmare. She bawled for two hours while he held her

Valerie sees herself as an adult after becoming a ghost hunter. She occasionally doesn't see Youngblood bc of this

She's honestly such a daddy's girl tho it's kind of embarrassing. If Young blood tried to sneak up on her while she was with him, he would immediately be spotted

Valerie never becomes one of the popular kids again, but rises above it all. She's the kind of powerhouse of a girl that kids part like the red sea to get out of her way

She doesn't become a leader so much as a linchpin of teenage civil disobedience

She knows everyone in Casper High. She has their phone numbers. She has their secrets. And she knows most have been trained with Fenton Blasters and are willing to use them

With a single mass text that the GIW is cornering Phantom, a flood of teenagers takes to the streets for their hero

Valerie isn't the leader of a teenage militia. But isn't not NOT a leader iykyk

Valerie eventually develops an affinity for controlling technology

Technus decides that she is his daughter

It's like a much less dangerous version of the relationship between Danny and Vlad

He still wants to take over the world but also considers himself to be a good father who does not fight his daughter

Team Phantom can recruit him as an ally

As an unrepentant daddy's girl, Valerie is filled with unquenchable rage at the presumption of this undead weirdo

Technus might have tried challenging Valerie's dad if team Phantom didn't keep gaslighting him that he couldn't tell humans apart "omg Technus that's not even her dad. He has a completely different eye color"

Valerie accidentally activates the nanobots inside of Jazz. They can't do all of the things that Valerie's does, but between the two of them, they figure out how to strengthen her, as well as make her immune to overshadowing

Nanobot buddies:)

Tucker is a mite envious

Dani is the little sister Valerie always yearned for; she feels like a partner in crime and like her baby girl all at once.

Jazz is the big sister she never wanted

Danny will never feel like a brother tho lol

Valerie and Danny have solidarity in helping each other avoid therapy with Jazz

All of their parents (except her own dad) trust Valerie implicitly for some reason. "Well if Valerie's there then whatever you're doing is okay" kind of deal

It baffles, outrages, and amuses the trio, bc Valerie is just as bad if not worse

Valerie is a force of nature

Valerie will continue to hone her ghost hunting abilities. Not bc she hates ghosts; to protect the ghosts closest to her heart

Bc Vlad Masters is the real monster, and he is escalating. Someday, someone will have to put him down. And he's already in her sights.

#you activated my trap card #this was a fun ask ty #valerie grey #valerie gray #technus #dp technus #dp trio #team phantom #dp au #dp meta #red huntress #dp headcanon #danny phantom #dp #long post #ask

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jaskwritesthings · 3 months

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ghost stories

Rating: Teen

Summary:

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Pairing/s: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

Tag/s: post-canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Aeor, Established Relationship, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, Temporary Character Death, Resurrection, Angst with a Happy Ending, Affection, aeor date goes wrong

Author Note: title from the narcissist cookbook - ghost stories

AO3

Caleb grabbed Essek around the waist as he skidded across the ice, yanking him in beside him, flat against the floor behind the meagre cover of a short thick slab of dirty ice and crumbling stonework. Essek stifled a grunt of pain as he curled into Caleb’s chest, trying desperately to make himself as small as possible as they huddled together on the cold frostbitten stone slabs.

His breathing was too laboured to his own twitching ears. Loud and wet like the thump of a heartbeat high in his throat, echoing out into the cavern like a beacon. Essek tried to control the rough panting as his hand awkwardly attempted to stem the steady flow of blood at his side. The wound was shallow, thankfully, but stung sharply, nerve endings set alight by the jagged rough slash across his side. Between that and the bruises, Essek felt as though he’d gone a few rounds with their beloved monk.

Caleb hadn’t fared any better, a cut over his brow had streaked half his face crimson, the blood clotting in his beard turning the copper Essek so favoured almost black as coal in the fading light. His ankle listed at an odd angle resting against the slabs, broken perhaps? But Caleb had been running on it so maybe just twisted badly. Essek hoped it was just that, hoped it would hold long enough for them to escape.

They’d begun the trek back to the surface the day before, realising that their supplies were dangerously low and remembering the threats of violence the Nein and Veth, especially, had made if they broke their promise to be careful among the ruins.

It was just bad luck really. They’d turned a corner into a nest of Absorber’s, a mated pair, violently protective of one another. They had been difficult to put down, the noise of the fight had alerted other beasts nearby and Caleb and Essek’s careful jaunt back to the surface had become a desperate run for safety.

Essek had used the Sending stone he’d been gifted with by Dagen and the rangers to alert them to their predicament and had been assured that the crotchety explorer and his newly gained minions would meet them at their chosen exit point to assist them.

They simply had to reach it, which was turning out to be more difficult than anticipated.

He watched as Caleb peeked shakily over the edge of their small cover, immediately dropping back down with a quiet Zemnian curse.

Essek was about to ask about their situation when a low familiar growling echoed through the cavern. He covered his mouth to stifle the sound of his own breathing that suddenly felt as though it could wake the long frozen bones scattered around the edges of the fallen buildings. He lent into Caleb’s chest, seeking some form of safety and comfort even though there really wasn’t any to be had, regardless Caleb curled closer around him grimacing in pain as he did.

He didn’t know the extent of Caleb’s injuries but the scream of agony as they’d been inflicted would echo in Essek’s memory for lifetimes. He’d already checked his wrist pocket twice for potions or a healer’s kit, hell even one of Caduceus’ salves. Nothing. They were completely out. He fought the urge to search again as though something would have magically appear in the time between.

“How far?” Caleb whispered into the skin of Essek’s brow, his lips stayed like a phantom kiss against the sweaty skin.

Essek peeked out of Caleb’s tight hold, glancing over the field of ice and ruin before them, an expanse that seemed to stretch and elongate the longer he looked at it. In the distance, partially concealed by shadows and sharp jutting ice shelfs was the compact cave entrance that Essek knew would lead them to the surface and hopefully Dagen’s waiting guard. “Two hundred feet, perhaps more.”

Caleb cursed again, “Three of them, we will not make it.”

Two hundred feet, three hulking Reverser’s, limited spells and injuries too boot. Even if they somehow succeeded in reaching the cave entrance there was no guarantee that the monsters would halt their pursuit. There had been no sign of the Aeorian creatures beyond the fallen city but that could be due to a number of factors, not necessarily some ward to keep them contained. The beasts had already chased them this far, and a properly motivated a predator could go far beyond their territory when the prey was enticing enough.

“Teleport?” Essek suggested, a risk but one they had no other choice but to take.

Caleb nodded in agreement, “Ritual cast, I do not have power remaining.”

“Nor do I, you cast, you do not need to rely on your book,” Essek pointed out.

Caleb gently bumped his forehead to Essek’s, deliberately locking eyes with him. There was a well of determination visable in his gaze. He knew that look, it was a familiar determination to survive, one he’d seen enough in his own eyes reflected back in the mirror. But there was more too, a certain fiery glow that was newer but not unwelcome. It left a pleasent buzz under Essek's skin that made him shiver. Survival was not the only they both wanted anymore. There was the promise of more, more to live, more to do, just...more, “Watch my back?”

“Always,” Essek promised, the weight of the single word carrying the promise of forever within. Caleb’s forehead pushed against his own, almost painfully so, as though he was trying to meld them into one form. His chapped dry lips replaced the push of bone against bone, though the kiss was still hard against his brow. A desire to leave a mark that not even the Raven's of the Matron could erase. Essek pressed against Caleb just as hard, there so much potential held between them, waiting to burst forth, so much that weighed heavy in the air that always seemed to remain unsaid between them that Essek desperatly wanted to shout and yell now. Once again, it wasn't the time for it.

Caleb fished a crumbling piece of chalk from his pouch and scratched it against the floor beneath them. He threw his head back as he tried to contain the sudden burst of frustration as it left no mark against the thin sheen of ice.

“We must move,” he mumbled, practically head-butting Essek as he brought their foreheads together again.

Essek nodded and took a moment to peer over their cover. Prowling in the distance was one beast. The other two were worryingly absent. He turned back to face the exit, wide swathes of open flat ground were temptingly within reach, all without an ounce of cover.

“How long do you need?”

“One minute, ten feet of space.”

Essek bit hard on his bottom lip. A minute seemed so short a time but in the face of three enemies it might as well be the lifespan of an elf, “I can still cast Gravity Sinkhole, it will buy us time.”

“The outpost?”

“Best chance of avoiding any major complications and Uraya should still be there.”

They’d need them, no doubt the teleport would only exasperate their injuries. If they managed to make it that far that is.

“Ready?” Caleb asked and Essek fought the urge to shake his head. The odds were against them, they were probably about to die horribly and Essek didn’t want to run headfirst towards the Matron’s embrace just yet. But they had no choice and the longer they waited the worse their injuries got, the weaker they would become and the higher the chance of being found by the predators seeking them.

Still he hesitated and swallowed thickly, their relationship was still new, still tentative as they carefully felt out the borders of their love for one another in slow sweeps of affection. Though he wanted to kiss him, to taste Caleb for perhaps the last time, to pull him close until they were one form, he couldn’t. Even now his lingering anxiety kept him from acting. Instead Essek hesitantly tapped his brow against Caleb’s for once, the familiar gesture usually his partners move, a small comfort that fell short of what he truly wished but he hoped it conveyed enough of his true emotion to steel them both for what was to come. Caleb’s gloved hand cupped his cheek, holding him close as he took a deliberate breath in as though he was committing everything about Essek to his impeccable memory.

“Ready,” Essek whispered, not really remotely ready at all himself.

“Now,” Caleb muttered and they moved as one, the synchronisation hard won over the course of many excursions within the dead city.

Caleb skidded across the ice, using the slick surface to his advantage as slid to an open area of stone and began to scratch the sigils and circle in quick confident moves. Essek followed pulling himself upright and turning to face the already advancing monsters.

The black marble was warm as he rolled it between his fingers, it took just a moment before the spell threads caught, snapping into a familiar weave of magic like the string of a bow pulled back with intent and the marble glowed with a dark shadowy power. The fissure cracked across reality just behind the three beasts, there was no shadow, no void, it bent the light pulling and twisting the very air inwards, circling like a drain and the beasts claws dug into the stonework as they were pulled backwards and away from Essek, and more importantly Caleb.

Essek allowed himself a moment of smug satisfaction as the spell captured all three of the beasts with ease. It didn’t last of course but the precious seconds were worth their weight in diamonds and at least two of the already injured beasts failed to move again.

With two incapacitated, Essek quickly turned his attention to the advancing third. With quick practiced moves he cast Magnify Gravity, throwing the obsidian dust at the ape like monstrosity. Like metal filings drawn to a magnet, the cloud of shimmering darkness latched onto the skin of the Reverser like a cloak slowing the creature and crushing it down into the stonework much to its frustration.

“Caleb!” Essek yelled, feeling the seconds tick by so slowly, too slowly.

“Einen Moment Liebe!” Caleb yelled in response.

Essek threw three quick firebolts in succession, cursing as only one of them found their mark. It did little but darken the thick hide of the Reverser and piss it off even more.

“Now!” Caleb shouted and Essek felt the tell-tale buzz in the air as the teleport circle activated.

Essek cast mage hand with the intention of using it to throw the creature back further and buying them just a few more precious seconds. He turned to see Caleb squatting beside the glowing circle…

And a fourth Reverser lumbering up just behind Caleb without his notice. Essek felt his heart seize in his chest, the cold that had been but a distant thought during their run was now stealing his breath and seeping into every limb like curling frost on a window, growing and stabbing through the muscles and bone.

Essek didn’t hesitate, didn’t need to think it through, the summoned ghostly hand was moved with lightening precision to push Caleb into the circle just before the two beasts descended on their singular remaining prey.

“Nein!” Caleb yelled sounding more anguished than Essek had ever heard him before as he was yanked away from the city.

It was quickly drowned out by his own screams though, as claws ripped through him with the ease of scissors through thin cloth, the force of the attack launching him far from the fading circle.

Essek’s vision darkened, it felt like the blink of an eye but he knew time enough had passed in the interim. He found himself on his side far from where he started as the two beasts snapped and swiped at one another fighting over their kill. Every muscle, every bone, screamed in agony and a worrying puddle of dark blood grew warm and deep beneath him, spreading out against the ice like a tide. He tried to breathe deeply, too steady himself, and the darkness swam around the edges of his vision once more. His stomach revolted violently as the world tilted and spun on a new axis. It reminded him, vaguely, of the first time he and Verin had got drunk on some of their mother’s prized collection of wines.

Essek was going to die. He knew that with absolute certainty. There was nothing else he could do, no spell to give his weakening power too, no strength to move or run. It was done.

He was done.

Oddly it didn’t seem as bad as he’d imagined his final moments would feel. Caleb was safe, far from danger and though he would no doubt mourn, he was safe.

In the end Essek realised that was all that mattered.

There was an unexpected peace in that, a gentle acceptance that he hadn’t anticipated as his world grew darker and darker...

“Thelyss!” someone screamed though it sounded so far away and Essek could do nothing but blink sluggishly as the world blurred in front of him, fading and fading into a mix of shadows and shapes.

He was somewhat aware of blasts of cold and heat and two figures sliding in between him and the monsters but it hardly seemed of concern to him now.

“Oh no you don’t, idiot!” Dagen’s gruff voice was comforting even as his action proved less comforting. Gloved firm and thick hands yanked him up into Dagen’s lap and his head flopped uncomfortably back over the arm of his chair. There was the echo of pain at the movement but it barely registered to Essek, a part of him knew that to be bad thing but it got quieter and quieter just like the voices around him, like the ebb and flow of a tide, it all faded away…

“Let’s move out, how far out is Uraya?”

“They’ll meet us half way, will he last-“

“Less questions more moving fools!”

Dagen’s hands was heavy against the gaping wound in his stomach, it felt like the only thing keeping him from floating away. Essek idly wondered if his levitation cantrip was acting up. He felt so… weightless, so empty, so…

Essek, Liebe, we’re coming, hold on, just hold on! Dagen is coming to you. bitte, bitte, Götter, nicht schon wieder, ich kann nicht, ich kann -

“Caleb…m’sorry,” Essek mumbled in reply, he felt more words tumble past his lips but he didn’t know what they were or if they made sense as darkness finally fell upon him like a warm blanket and everything ceased beyond the odd flap of wings.

He swore he could hear Caleb screaming for him as everything finally, blessedly slipped away.

“Bitte, bitte, bitte,” Caleb’s voice was the first thing he heard, it was so quiet that Essek almost feared he was slipping away again but the pain was gone leaving behind a dull ache that was familiar after an intense healing. The phantom reminder of wounds that had almost…almost killed him. Essek took a shaky, shallow breath in, taking a moment to enjoy the way his lungs felt without blood filling them, clear and strong once more.

At first he thought it was raining, but the warmth and inconsistent drip of small droplets against his skin soon solidified as tears in his mind and Essek forced his heavy eyelids open, to seek out their owner.

Caleb’s face was a blur, though not at the fault of his recovery but because he was face to face with Essek, his bare hands shook as they clumsily grasped Essek’s face between them. The push his face against Essek’s was too hard to be comfortable but was still comforting the way he clung and pressed so close to Essek they shared the warmth of his breath.

“Caleb Widogast,” Essek greeted weakly, he barely recognised his own voice, small and thready as it was. Caleb laughed sharp and slightly hysterical in response, the sound so close to a sob that it tore at Essek’s heart.

There was a sharp sudden sting as someone slapped his arm, “Fool.” Uraya muttered fondly as Essek winced.

“Apologies friends, I did not mean to worry you all so,” Essek offered, unable to even sit up as his body adjusted to life once more. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the faint glimmer of diamond shards scattering into the glitter of snow and felt more afraid than when he realised he was dying. He weakly pawed at Caleb’s coat until he managed to snag a lasting hold on it, gratified that Caleb hadn’t yet moved away from him. He needed the assurance that Caleb’s solid presence provided. The closeness of his own demise was suddenly hitting him in a way he would have expected in the moments before it, not in the aftermath of a successful revival.

“Bunch of fool magic folk,” Dagen grumbled before he turned his chair away from them to command the small force hovering around them to set up camp.

Caleb remained deep in his space, his desperate clutching turned into gentle petting as his thumb rubbed away his own tears from Essek’s cheek.

“I am here,” Essek assured him and himself at the same time. He was alive, he was breathing and he was here in Caleb’s arms, by far the safest place he could ever imagine.

“You were not for a moment,” Caleb reminded him, his voice thick with tears and grief that had only been given a moment to exist before it was undone but it still lingered. Essek suspected it would linger for them both for some time.

“Only a moment,” Essek pointed out, finding the strength to reach up and cup Caleb’s face softly. “Only a moment.”

“A moment too long, do not do that again,” Caleb demanded, something of the hidden darkness within him peeking through the words. Perhaps he should be scared of it but instead it settled something in Essek, gentling the fear in a way nothing else could. Caleb would come for him, Matron be damned and Essek found some comfort in that violence even though he knew how dangerous it was.

“I no longer make empty promises Caleb Widogast,” Essek said because neither of them could make that vow. Death was a constant and their lives were hardly without trouble.

Caleb sighed, the fight growing and ebbing away with the drop of his shoulders, “What fools we are,” he muttered fondly before sealing the distance and ever so softly capturing Essek’s lips with a delicately chaste kiss.

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Iceberg Siren pt 7

**here we go! Final chapter! I hope y'all enjoy!**

Jason stumbled, trying his hardest to get to the middle of the fight. The newest Teen Titans member, Phantom, was gallantly holding a glowing green shield to cover Batman while Darkseid attacked them all, and he desperately needed to get to Bruce and pull him away.

When he got home to Danny, he would ask the man to marry him immediately. They had only been dating a year, but Jason was sure of his feelings for the other man.

If he was being honest, he didn’t expect to get home, not if he truly wanted a home to return to.

Robin ran forwards, wielding his katana, and both Jason and Phantom watched in terror as he was swatted away by the ruler of Apokolips like a gnat.

Phantom’s shield dropped and she dove to catch Robin, cushioning his fall. Robin had told him about her- how she latched on to the entire team with both hands, protected them with everything she had. It was sweet to see it, even with the heartbreaking reality that her efforts might be in vain this last time.

With dawning horror, Jason noted that his little brother was struggling to breathe after the hit.

And then Phantom screamed.

“Ď̸͔̮̯͖̞̎͝A̵̩̱͙͓̳͉̲͓͗̍͗̆̉̆̓̒̋͝N̷̡͍̣̜͇̼̬͆̆͘͘N̶̦̦͆͐͗Ỵ̸̞̤͙͙͓̈́̍̎̕”

Her scream created a shockwave, and Jason threw up his arm to shield his face from the force of it, his helmet long destroyed in the fight. A bright flash of light appeared above Phantom, and suddenly there was a tall man in black with floating white hair hovering above her.

The man looked around, taking in the situation, and then lit up green when his eyes landed on Darkseid.

The wannabe god was staring at the man, in shock or rage Jason couldn’t tell.

“Prince Uxas of Apokolips.”

The strange man’s whisper carried across the battlefield, and it sent shivers down Jason’s spine. The voice was altogether familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, and he hated it.

The man floated down to stand in front of Phantom and Robin, coincidentally in front of Batman as well. Jason couldn’t see his face anymore.

“Do you know what you’ve done?”

Darkseid slammed the end of his weapon into the ground, obviously intent on fighting the newcomer.

“I’m here as is my right, interloper! What horrors have I not committed in the search for Anti-life? What authority have you to stop me?”

“You. Made. My. Daughter. Cry.”

The ice and danger in the man’s voice made Jason cast a prayer to a god he didn’t believe in that he would at least die quickly. Darkseid was powerful, but the newcomer clearly wasn’t afraid. Something told Jason that this man could end everyone on the battlefield with a flick of his finger and not worry about any life except Phantom’s.

Without warning, the man in black grew, humanoid form warping and shifting until he had too many limbs and too many eyes, an avenging angel of biblical proportion in the midst of the ruins of Metropolis. A crown of green flames appeared on the creature’s head, casting dancing shadows that reached out and snatched the invading force one by one, dragging them into the darkness.

“My authority is that of the King of the Infinite Realms, and I am Justice. You have been deemed unworthy based on your actions in this world and those beyond. I sentence you, Uxas of Apokolips, self-styled as Darkseid, to eternal suffering in the stockades of the dead.”

A great flaming sword appeared and the creature wielded it, swinging down on Darkseid. As soon as it connected with the alien, he and all of his remaining army vanished into nothingness.

The creature turned, folding in on itself as it made it’s way to Phantom. Jason forced his legs to move, to get to the three heroes closest to the stranger. They were down, he had to protect them, he had to-

“He’ll be alright, Phantom.”

“But- he- he got hit and he can’t breathe and-”

The being placed a gentle hand on Phantom’s dark hair, kneeling down to her level.

“It isn’t his time, Phantom. You’re holding him too tight. Let yourself rest, and everyone will recover.”

“I- I couldn’t stop him.”

Shaking it’s head, the being cupped her cheek.

“No one expected you to.”

As Jason got closer, the strange tingle of familiarity sparked more and more. The being’s unruly hair, calm voice, and constellations of freckles were achingly familiar.

Then they looked up at him as he stumbled over a rock, and he fell to his knees at the eyes that met his.

“Danny?”

Danny Nightingale smiled sheepishly at him, all teeth and inverted colors.

“Hey, Red. I’ll explain- later. We’ve got cleanup to do.”

~~~

Once the cleanup was done- all the heroes in cots in the Watchtower medbay, Danny left the room to detransform, leaving Dani and Jason to watch over their injured teammates. Once he was human again, he noticed his hands were shaking.

What would Jason do now? Now that he knew Danny was more powerful than he’d let on? Would he end their relationship? Would he be mad at Danny for lying?

He hadn’t intended on ever letting his boyfriend know- he’d hidden his extended powers fairly well, but when he heard Dani scream for him he had to go to her, consequences be damned. She was his daughter, the only person he really had left from home.

When he returned to the medbay, he made a beeline to Dani, sitting slumped over by Robin’s bedside. She had pulled all of the Teen Titans’ beds close, and was keeping an eye on all of them. Jason was there too, sitting beside Batman, but Danny had to check his clone over first.

“Phantom. Injuries?”

“Negative, Phantom. Just tired.”

He ran a hand through her hair, let down from its usual ponytail.

“You’ve done well today- get some rest, okay?”

She mumbled her assent and then crawled into the cot next to Robin. Cute.

Danny turned to Jason next, who was watching Batman’s chest rise and fall.

“I’m sorry.”

Jason’s head shot up.

“For what? You saved all our asses out there, Cricket.”

The pet name soothed some of Danny’s worries.

“Lying? I mean…” he gestured down at himself and Dani. “This whole thing is a pretty big lie of omission.”

His boyfriend chuckled wryly, holding out a hand. Danny took it without thinking.

“You- I have to ask about the daughter thing later, but- you know I understand keeping secrets, right? I’m a not-dead vigilante.”

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Danny took the chair Dani had vacated, scooting it close enough to Jason to rest his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder, fingers intertwining.

“How did you know? To come help, that is.”

Danny frowned a little, glad Jason couldn’t see his face.

“Phantom. She- she called for me. I didn’t even know she was here, but I heard her. I would have ripped a hole in the fabric of reality to save her.”

Jason shifted a little under him.

“She’s that important to you?”

“Phantom is the last person I have left from home.”

“Oh.”

Danny let the silence wash over him and tried to keep his nerves under wraps.

Dani could be the breaking point between him and Jason, and he didn’t know if he could handle that.

“Hey Danny?”

“Hm?”

“I thought about this during the battle, but that doesn’t mean I don’t mean it sincerely and truly. I thought if I made it out alive, I’d ask you- will you marry me?”

Danny sat up again, eyes wide as he took in Jason’s face. It was his sincere face, the one he only made when he meant something sappy.

“There’s a ring in a secret compartment at my apartment- I don’t exactly carry it with me to high-stakes missions, but- I want this.”

Feeling tears well up in his eyes, Danny brought the hand that wasn’t holding Jason’s up to wipe a bit of soot off his fiance’s face.

“Me too. I want it too.”

They shared a chaste kiss, surrounded by the unconscious forms of the Justice League, as Dani’s snoring filled the medbay.

~~~

“Oh crap.”

Jason looked up from the report he was writing for an unamused Bruce to where his fiance was doing the same.

“Something wrong?”

Danny looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I forgot to feed Yinsen’s cat before I left!”

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Twin Skeletons

Part III

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If anyone else want to be tagged just say something! I'm done with the exam so here the next part. Enjoy! I also figured out how to hide a link in the texts so I can link to whole story together. Yeahy.

Again: I know nothing and do what I want.

His instincts are at war with each other. On one side he wants to cry and hug the male before himself and be held in return. Once this person was safety and home and family. But on the other side his core is screaming and raging because this sword killed him once, his hands hold the sword that killed him, his blood is on this blade and hands. And then there is a there is a third side, the human side, the living side, that doesn't understand.

He can't remember, he does not understand. Danny feels like he is being ripped apart and for a moment he wonders if it will feel like this if his parents ever get their hands on Phantom.

He doesn't understand and doesn't know what to do. He wants to scream and wail till it will despair (or at least till the building will collapse around them). He wants to flee, to run and hide till its safe again, till he can't be hurt again. He wants to fight, to protect himself, to let it never happened again. He can't decide what to do so he doesn't do anything, he just bites down on his hand to prevent himself from wailing, hides his eyes behind his hair and other hands and hopes he will soon know how to ask the question that are burning on its tongue without the danger on bringing the building down.

The temperature is rapid falling, Damian could see his own breath ( it's summer, he should be able to see his breath useless some villain has done something again) and the frost is climbing the window. And while everything grows cold and freezes, the boy, clone, the Doppelgänger, his brother Danyal is having some kind of breakdown. That does not go like he hoped he would. He hoped to get some answers and maybe the breakdown is an answer in itself but one Damian can't properly interpret.

"Are you familiar with the name Danyal Al Ghul? Or Damian Al Ghul?"

The teenager rips his hand out of his mouth, blood flows freely from where he bit on it.

"You killed me! You shoved this damned sword through my heart! Why do I remember something that is…. That is….. It isn't impossible, or? It did happen? Who are you?! What do you want from me?!" His voice is strangled in his fear and rage. But there is also a gruesome echoing growl in this teens voice that triggers some part in Damian's brain that lets him feel like prey. He takes instinctive a step back before he really can deliberately think about it. So much for that doppelganger theory.

His heart tighten in his chest. It's only a clone. It can only be a clone.

Danyals clone is pacing by now. One hand buried in his black hair and still asking questions. Strange behavior for one of mothers clones, maybe it was a failure? Just like Danyal once was? But why him? Does he really need to kill his brother again?

" Why did mother made you?"

" 'made me' pff, that's one way of saying it. I don't know. Maybe my birth mother just wanted some fun? But maybe she…. Still makes no sense. Ugh, my head is killing me." The clone mumbles the last part to himself while rubbing his temple.

He really looks as if he was in pain. If Damian is careful he can give the clone a quick and merciful death, not like the first time. It would be easy, his defense is down and Danyla was easy to kill back then. Damian carefully grips the hilt of his sword again, trying not to draw any attention to the movement.

The clone has his back turned on him, it couldn't be any easier but why isn't the clone dead already? Does he hesitate because it's not himself he would kill? No, the only reason he hestial is because he needs to know what his mother is planning. That is the only reasonable conclusion, not because of guilt or grief.

" That's not what I meant. Why not stick with clones of me? Why make a clone of Danyal?! Answer me! What is her plan?"

Danyal's head snaps back to Damian, his eyes focus back on the sword and for a moment he looks confused.

" A clone?" Then a hysterical laugh burst from his shaking form while tears runs down his face.

" You want to kill me again? Oh Ancients, how many times do I need to die. "

" just one last time. don't worry, it will be quick."

" Yeah, no. Sorry assassin dude, I'll pass."

"Are you making fun of me?! Danyal was easy to kill the first time back then, now would be no different!"

" If it really was so easy, then why am I still here and not six feet under?"

Without a warning Damian draws his sword and strikes in one fluid movement but the clone moves faster to avoid the blade. He makes the move to strike again but Danyal's clone just moves into his space and grabs his arms. They are close, Damian can feel the cold radiating from Danyal copy, Danyal was always a bit colder. Danyal twists his body and throws Damian over his shoulder. Damian hasn't even crashed into the ground before Danyla is running.

Danny run. He did not know where he was or how to go back to the hotel but he needed to get away, to have a freak out somewhere far away, where he can't hurt anyone but in a city this big he wouldn't find a place. And so he ran.

His core is in conflict, on one hand his core recognised Damian as something safe, something he needs to protect but on the other hand his core is terrified and screaming because this ninja person killed him once. And this can't be right, it shouldn't be right because before today he never meet Damian, didn't he? Why does he even know the assassins name?

Everything is confusing and his Headache only gets worse,, it would kill him if he wasn't already dead. And so he run till his instincts started to calm down, till it was safe again -at least as safe as one could be in a city like Gotham- only to realize that he still has no clue where he was.

Danny was absolutely and hopelessly lost. Checking his pockets only proves to be a pointless effort, he left his mobile phone together with his wallet at the hotel. The little shade was also nowhere to be found.

But on the bright side he probably lost his would be killer.

Still, this is Gotham city, the chances of being mugged by the next person he finds are way higher than that the person would help him.

Looking up towards the sky just lets his core sink further, there are no stars and no moon, only heavy depressing gray.

Okay, Danny think, what else could he do? Going ghost is out of question, this is not his city and he really doesn't want anyone seeing phantom here where he is not supposed to be. Going ghost should be the last resort.

Looking for the police station is also out, he doesn't know where he is or where to find it and asking people will probably only end in a mugging. Maybe he could looking for a police officer on patrol? Looking around Danny doubts he is somewhere, where the police would be patrolling regularly. But maybe he could find one of the bats, they are suppose to be heroes, hero's should be able to at least tell him where he is and where to go but he also knows first hand how dangerous a civil person running after a hero could be, not only for himself but also for the hero and besides that, he does not want to be on the radar of the greatest Detective -little does he know that he already is- he does not need someone else trying to figure him out or worse, hunt him down.

Maybe he could find some store or fast food joint that is still open but Danny doesn't know how late it is or if any store would be brave enough to still be open, he doesn't know much about how living here would work. But in Danny's opinion this is the best he could have thought of. Jazz would be proud of his growing self-preservation skills.

Not 10 minutes later he gets involved in his third mugging attempt. The thrill of being threatened with a gun or a knife is getting old pretty fast.

" I have a pretty bad night so either you use your pretty little gun you have there or you let me go but I swear by the ancients if you shoot, you should pray that you hit your mark or you’re gonna regret-" the rest of his sentences get stuck in his throat as a strange feeling seize him, it feels like his ghost breath but not quite right, it's wrong and twisted and not unfamiliar.

The vigilante from the museum is here.

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fic rec list!! my favorites that I’ve found in the last six months or so

Spiderverse

the lost art of keeping a secret

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Premise: Miles’ dad finds out he’s spiderman

Annotation: secret reveal between a parent and a child sure gets me in some kind of way. this fic executes the concept perfectly and also has probably the best characterization of Aunt May I’ve ever seen

little birds

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Premise: outsider POV, Robin through the years

Annotation: such a thought experiment. such a tragedy

Getting Eaten Alive

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Premise: clark/lois get together + secret reveal

Annotation: imported from fanfic.net and backdated so the stats don’t reflect how ridiculously well written it is

Danny Phantom

paved with what? rage?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Premise: three character studies

Annotation: great writing, love to see a fic that focuses on the girls

Invisible Stitches

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Premise: post secret reveal fluff

Annotation: a difficult concept to do well, and it’s done very well

excuse this monster (he's dead inside)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Premise: no one knows AU where Danny hates his ghost form because his parents told him ghosts were evil

Annotation: SO GOOD!! it’s pretty dark at first so mind the tags etc. but this is a hurt/comfort fic

Hunter and Hunted

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/M

Premise: danny/valerie secret reveal and then they beat up vlad together

Annotation: I think the whole fic was written to set up one line and honestly mad respect to the author if that’s true because the whole thing is good

Twenty Questions

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Premise: I think telling you would be a spoiler

Annotatio: not something I’ve ever seen done in this fandom and it’s absolutely brilliant

Legend of Zelda

I STOP TO SMELL THE BLOOD IN THE TREES AND FOR A MOMENT THE WORLD IS SO BEAUTIFUL IT BRINGS ME TO TEARS

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Category: F/M

Premise: zelink post calamity

Annotation: 1000/10 writing style, if you don’t know this fandom you can read it for the poetry and the rhythm alone

Murderbot

SAFEWORD.exe

Rating: General Audiences

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Category: Gen

Premise: Murderbot locks himself out of his memories

Annotation: emotional hurt/comfort but its also SO FUNNY

If This Story Had A Title Then I Forgot

Rating: General Audiences

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Category: Gen

Premise: some kind of software update removes murderbot’s memories

Annotation: similar to the above but less humor and more direct hurt/comfort

I don't like you

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Category: Gen

Premise: canon from Gurathin’s POV

Annotation: I just really like outsider POV

#marvel #dc #spiderverse #batfam #danny phantom #loz #legend of zelda #murderbot #fic recs #salt and light

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justcallmealt · 10 months

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So, if you remember that anyone who Hokma hired to work in Lobcorp has the *potential*, when placed in the Well and cultivating the right conditions, to become an anomaly symbolizing the history, sins, fears of this human, then I suppose we can talk about Fau, Devona and Rogan. Unfortunately, due to practice in botany Fau's analysis will be later.

And this information with the help of knowledge extracted from Garion's brain. And also mostly people from the Backstreets, who accept the terms of the contract, have no other choice for a normal life, and have *potential* to become abno, so...

Let's start with Rogan, as one of the very first agents that I remember by name and appearance. What could it be if this high level agent who hates it was placed in the Well to extract the anomaly? Basically I can point out a few parts of his life: history - he hails from the Backstreets that took over District 23 (including how Fau learned enough to hide his history at a decent level), has the trauma of having to eat people (well, not really people, but dishes of them, well, culture of District) to survive in his teens, after his father, the Fixer, but the homophobe (maybe it's part of my story but in him...) who taught him to fight, died on a mission.

Also, very important friendship with Devona can be attributed to the story, who showed Rogan that there are other, more pleasant people, and that it is not necessary to be ashamed of their orientation (Rogan bi with a preference towards men. But he can also fall in love with women, do not forget, do not forget. ..(don't pay attention, it's for a friend rather)).

Now, turning to his work in L corp. At first, he was simply apprehensive about such a lucrative job, and for good reason, and since he was one of the first agents, he had to see many deaths of colleagues, which each time beat to his heart until he closed himself off from others, except Devona. And along with the closeness of character from the newcomers came a hatred of anomalies, which allowed him to attack with force those whom he was ordered to suppress.

But that's not all, as he could feel a certain oddity, a sense of deja vu associated with the flow of time and the TT2 protocol used by the manager to restart the day (even if in the canon X had to start all over again, and not restart the day like this).

Further, there are fears - the main of which is the loss of Devona, whom he did not see when Devona was transferred to the department of Hokma, but he knew that they were alive. The second is to allow others to die from hateful anomalies. The third is being unable to protect others from death. And to become attached, which can be attributed to the fourth fear.

Next come the sins. The main sin, the basis of Rogan, can be considered wrath, fortunately directed at anomalies, not people, but unfortunately not at unfair situations, despite the fact that his highest stat is justice. The second would be lust/protectiveness(/the fact that he still blushes if someone nice compliments him, ehe~). The third one can probably be called gloom, caused by the fact that no matter how much he tries, his efforts will still be mostly useless, because this cycle of death will continue again and again.

Thus, the anomaly extracted from Rogan will most likely be something similar to the Army in Pink / Black, or have completely different traits - hatred and rage towards everything that can be attributed to enemies, but at the same time allies help and protect them, or absolute blind rage towards all living things/ something to do with stopping this senseless loop of suffering and death, allowing his colleagues to survive on their borrowed time at the expense of something else (similar to the Price of Silence?¿)/ Or is it the pain of losing acquaintances and comrades, destruction of oneself, disappearance (something similar to a ghost / that anomaly in Limbus, whose gift is called "Phantom pain") / the desire to leave forever, fall asleep and not wake up, give others freedom, even if in the understanding of others this freedom will end in a worse situation than death (similar to Empty Dreams, even if he didn't work with this anomaly).

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I place Devon next for this analysis. They also grew up in District 23, but their main difference is that they are more optimistic and light hearted. They learned to find at least a drop of something good in life so as not to go crazy. They try to be friendly to others, which is why most of their younger colleagues are drawn to them. Devona were literally the heart of their Lobcorp team.

They also had a girlfriend named Diana shortly before their employment, for whom they accepted a job offer, a desire to secure a good life, and possibly even move to the Nest. Which unfortunately didn't happen. At work, they were also among the first agents and were glad to see Rogan - their friend. Over time, when other agents either died or started using Enkephalin, Devona tried to somehow help others, noticing that these deaths also affected Rogan. The Devona tried to cheer Rogan up, not letting him drown in despair.

But like him, Devona too was affected by the deaths. And because they did not try to close themselves off from new acquaintances, each death hit them, allowing a feeling of depression and helplessness to gradually accumulate in their heart. Even if these attempts end in nothing, it is better to try to take even the slightest step to avert disaster, isn't it? Sometimes the encouragement from Devona helped, planting hope in their hearts before some died from abnormalities.

Those who survived had the potential to become captains with the same warm hearts and desire to help. The Devona understood that they were trying to feel a little better by doing something. And when Fau appeared in the middle of the road to day 50, they noticed his resemblance to Rogan, how each death affected this strange newcomer, who had too much Temperance, but still held back emotions and tears inside. That is why they felt patronized to some extent.

In the Lobotomy Corporation, they had the highest Prudence and wore the Blue Star ego armor and weapon. They could quickly understand what was needed for this or that anomaly, but most people were no exception.

However, this did not stop them from attacking the escaped anomalies, protecting their crew and other agents, and even clerks. Devona did not like death and fights, just as they did not like to fight, dreaming of the impossible, that one day the day would come when they would not have to fight anymore. Therefore, the strongest weapons, when used by them, always had white damage. Do no harm, only help your own.

After the execution of the Seed of Light plan, they had to fight against anomalies together with everyone, and at one moment all these deaths became redundant, something inside clicked, the accumulated tension allowed tears to pour about all the dead before they decided on this, selfishly escaping, turning neck. What Fau saw.

But Devon's story doesn't end there. Since they were in the department of Hokma, they were among the first to awaken on the Religion floor in the Library, accepting everything and returning to hope.

I can attribute the first one to Devona's rhinestones, and the one that disappeared the fastest - losing Diana when they realized that they would not return after being transferred to the main building. Over time, this fear became different - to lose those they cared about, including Rogan and their team, whom they cared about. The second is that they will all have to fight all their lives with no chance of a break, and that these battles will always be meaningless, blood for blood's sake. The fact that from this blood people will forget what they once came here for.

Sins. The main ones include the gloom that has accumulated over the years, slowly sabotaging their work and self-esteem. The second is lust/desire. The desire to change for the better, no matter how small they are. The third - Gluttony, in the context of Limbus is perceived as a thirst / hunger for something (for example, knowledge, but in their case it is a thirst to help others, not to see other people's suffering and not to suffer themselves. Also thanks for other people analysis they are soooo cool and sexy brains) or a desire for life, which they also possess. I could call it a thirst for the impossible, closely intertwined with their desire for change.

Thus, an anomaly extracted from Devona is something, or rather something, most likely similar to an animal, most likely even associated with a fish, possibly similar to Headless Ichthys, but instead of anger, there is desolation, empty tears in which there are no emotions except for the maddening emptiness, with tears forever flowing for those who could not get out. Or, here you can draw a parallel with the Eye from Wing K.

Or, it would be an anomaly that gives away parts of itself, even if in fact these parts only make the situation worse, perhaps similar to that anomaly of the Nurse, but an aberration (? Anger does not find a place here). Or, there may be a resemblance to the Thearesia (sorry can't look at abno info rn, so can be called wrong) anomaly from the Lobotomy Corporation. Something similar, but an excessive number of uses leads to destruction, so that the anomaly will be reborn again, continuing the cycle of suffering, but not wanting to break this ring, not knowing how to do it without victims, except for itself. Or it could be an anomaly related to Trauma, something that hates combat and reacts to the death of clerks, but also brings some benefit. Or it could be something similar to Blue star, with how it ends human lifes.

Anyway, abno that could be extracted from Devona Always will have white damage.

(also translation ate some parts so if something missing please tell me)

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