#Angel the series crossover

[underforeversgrace]

we live like we're ready to die - 1

title: we live like we're ready to die

words: 2,169

chapters: 1 of ?

CROSSOVER FIC - Danny Phantom and Angel: The Series (BTVS)

AO3

Summary:

It’s time for the bi-annual convention of the supernatural and mystical arts in Los Angeles, an event celebrating magic and creatures science can’t explain! So, of course, it’s expected to be a frivolous affair to drag in tourists and wannabe witches, but there’s always something worth seeing at these conventions. For Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, it’s a rare text that may help him understand Angel’s part in the Shanshu prophecy. For Danny and his friends, it’s a summer field trip with Danny’s parents, where they get to listen to the Fentons explain why magic isn’t real.

When the book Wesley wants goes up for bid, some teenage girl outbids him, and he’s stuck trying to figure out who this girl is and how to request the text - if he can’t read it, she certainly can’t! Stumbling across her that evening, Wes isn’t sure how to react when her friend is attacked by a vampire… who then runs away, seemingly terrified of the teenage boy.

Danny, however, is drawn to a book in a way he can’t explain, begging Sam to get it for him. When he’s attacked that evening by a man with a deformed face and teeth the size of his fingers, though, is when he is forced to accept that maybe ghosts aren’t the only thing that go bump in the night.

Timeline of both shows: Danny Phantom is canon compliant through D-Stabilized. Angel is canon compliant through Epiphany (Angel has just rejoined Angel Investigations after helping with the Skilosh demons).

Prologue - Way of Change

Prologue - Way of Change

“I don’t see why you want me to come with you,” Cordelia grumbled, grabbing her purse from the air as Phantom Dennis handed it to her.

Wesley sighed, rubbing his temples. “Because, Cordelia, I am still recovering from a bullet wound and some of the things we have to get here may be up for a limited time. You may have to get them if I am resting.”

“It’s ‘cuz Gunn said no, isn’t it?”

“…And the convention is during the day, so Angel can’t join.” Wesley mumbled in defeat.

“Hey! Does that mean I’m your last choice?” Cordelia asked, hands on her hips as she glared.

“Dead last,” Wesley answered dryly. “I even tried asking Patricia - the prostitute who works two corners down from the Hyperion? - if she would accompany me and she said no.”

“Dennis,” Cordelia muttered and that was Wesley’s only warning before something was flying at his head. Instinct kicked in and Wesley ducked just in time. He hissed as the movement pulled harshly at his side. The stitches had been removed by now, but the area was still tender and didn’t like sudden movements.

“Cordelia,” he said, pressing his hand to the injured spot, the pressure relieving some of the strain, as he watched the rubber ball roll harmlessly away. It would’ve hurt less to get struck than it had to duck.

“Oh, right. Sorry. Just because you’re standing doesn’t mean you’re fine. Are you sure you don’t need the wheelchair?” She asked, gesturing to it. “It’ll fit in my car.”

“Maybe we should bring it,” Wesley conceded. He hated the wheel chair, hated feeling like an invalid - he was a trained Watcher, damn it! - but now wasn’t the time for pride. There was nothing wrong with others using wheelchairs, but a voice in his head - that sounded oddly like his father - told him he should be ashamed whenever he used it and wasn’t actively bleeding to death. He sunk down onto the couch, breathing through the pain radiating in his abdomen.

Cordelia’s face softened somewhat and she walked over, gently running her hand through his hair for just a moment. “You got it, boss,” she said, grabbing the wheelchair and heading out the door, Dennis closing it behind her.

Wesley stretched cautiously, the pain fading mercifully as he did so. He was briefly reminded of the time Angel got stabbed through with rebar and how rapidly Angel had recovered from that, and couldn’t help but be a little jealous. The vampire had been fine within a day, but Wesley was still suffering months after his injury. He’d never have thought being blown up would be a comparative walk in the park, but it certainly had been.

A familiar chill brushed along Wesley’s arm and he shivered as goosebumps formed. “Thanks, Dennis,” he mumbled, recognizing the gesture as one of comfort. Wesley smirked a little as he thought about his life.

Friends with and boss of a souled vampire, a Seer as an all-but-blood sister, able to be comforted by a ghost, with plans for a drink with an empath demon that evening. What would the Wesley Wyndam-Pryce who had first arrived in Sunnydale fresh out of Academy have thought of him now?

“Alright, the chair is in the car, you ready to head to the convention?” Cordelia said as she walked back in, eyeing him cautiously. He waved her off as he got himself up, the aggravated wound finally settled down.

“I am,” he said, making a point of walking by himself, past her and out the door, quickly running through the list of everything they needed to get. Supernatural conventions were few and far between - supernatural conventions that weren’t 100% poppycock were even rarer - but Cordy had checked their website and found one of the vendors there was reputable, even having an ancient text Wesley had been looking for. It was yet another volume of apocalyptic prophecy, but one that had been mentioned in conjunction with the Shanshu prophecy in some of the texts he had cross-referenced with, and Wes was determined to get it, especially now that Angel had chosen to return to the fold, to the side of good instead of revenge.

“Still don’t get why I gotta go,” Cordelia muttered as she locked up behind them, drawing a small smile from Wesley.

Yeah, the old Wesley wouldn’t even be able to comprehend who he had now become.

~~~~~~

“I can’t believe we agreed to come along,” Tucker grumbled, words barely audible over Jack’s excited blathering in the front seat.

Sam shrugged. “What else were we gonna do? Technus blew up your computer and your parents won’t let you near tech for the rest of summer because of it.”

“Sorry about that,” Danny threw in.

Sam kicked him for his interruption. “And I’d rather go to hell than spend a weekend with my folks, much less the entire summer! And not the boring hell in your basement Danny -” Sam ignored Danny’s indignant Hey! -“but an actual hell. With demons instead of ghosts.”

“Demons aren’t real, Sam,” Danny said with an eye roll, that was interrupted when they hit a pothole and the motion jarred the burn still healing on his side.

“Says you!”

“Yes, says the,” Danny glanced up front, making sure his parents were still blathering away about high level science that may as well have been a dead language to him, dropping his voice to a whisper, “half ghost superhero who’s seen the afterlife. There’s nothing else here with us, no demons or witches or vampires. 'Kay?"

“Danny, you really should keep a more open mind,” Tucker said, shrugging, not bothering to keep his voice low like the others had. “We have proof the supernatural exists, after all.”

“Oh, there’s nothing supernatural about ghosts, sweetie!” Maddie chimed in. Tucker grimaced as Sam and Danny glared at him, knowing they’d just been pulled into another discussion with the elder Fentons none of the teens actually wanted, something that had happened many, many times in the very, very long drive from Amity Park, Illinois to Los Angeles, California. 

“Ghosts are all science! It’s the law of conservation of energy! Energy can neither be created nor destroyed. Humans are a particular type of energy. Sometimes, emotions can cause the energy to fail to dissipate back to the ether properly, not going back into the available free energy of the universe, thus ghosts who have traumatic deaths -” Danny was grateful his mother didn’t see him flinch “- can sometimes remain as an echo. Magic, witchcraft, demonology? They’re all fake!”

Danny saw Sam and Tucker’s eyes glaze over around the same time his did, as his mother delved (again) into the scientific particulars of why ghosts were possible and magic wasn’t.

It was almost funny, Danny realized, as he thought about the last time he’d been dragged to one of these conventions two years ago, a month before his accident, when this was all insanity to him. Back then, he’d have been willing to bet his life that ghosts weren’t real, that it was all a big old hoax.

…in a way, he supposed, that was exactly what he had done. He’d gambled, and he’d lost. He adjusted slightly in his seat as the unwelcome thoughts forced their way through his mind, not even the pain of another pothole washing them away. Jazz was trying to help him be more positive - remember that he was lucky he hadn’t completely died, completely gone away.

Sometimes, though, he wondered if he did completely die in that portal. The Danny of today was nothing like the Danny before the accident. Danny now was strong, sure, swift. He had confidence, he could fight and think on his feet, plan on the fly. He had saved the world a time or two, even. But as a human? Danny had been meek and cowardly, fleeing and hiding and letting someone else take the hits the bullies threw. It wasn’t a bad change, of course not, but… he didn’t feel like the same person.

He didn’t feel like the Daniel Fenton who’d died at fourteen, who’s life was taken by careless mistake.

Danny was still staring off into space when Sam nudged him with her boot, looking at him curiously. He grinned sheepishly at her, finally tuning back into the conversation, realizing his parents had again managed to talk the teens out of the discussion again. “Oh thank the Ancients,” he mumbled.

Sam reached out to Tucker, snatching his beret from his head and whacking him with it repeatedly. He squeaked in terror at the onslaught, holding his arms up to protect himself. “Not the face, Sam!” Tucker whined while Danny cackled, his parents electing to ignore the display of violence in the backseat (probably because it didn’t give them the chance to prattle on about ghosts, if Danny had to guess).

Danny relaxed as the scene shifted back to something approaching normal, with his friends arguing while his parents talked nonsense. If he ignored the way the bodies beside him were too warm, if he ignored the hum of his core, if he ignored the way his teeth were a little too sharp against his tongue, he could pretend he was normal, pretend he was a human with abilities, instead of a dead child possessing his own corpse. 

Yeah, he didn’t think pre-accident Danny would even recognize himself anymore. He’d run, terrified of the monster he’d become.

~~~~~~

“Ugh, man, why’d we have to come here?” The vampire whined, lighting up a cigarette. Sure, his breath wasn’t real, but the nicotine still made his shriveled heart dance and they just tasted good, he’d explained.

“Do I look like I make the decisions here?” His friend answered, twirling her blonde hair around one of her fingers. “Still, like it more than where we left.”

“Are you crazy?” James demanded. “I’d rather be in Rome! God, the virgins. The convents! Those Catholic girls, whoa boy. They had some fun fight in them. Almost got off just from them struggling!”

Sheila rolled her eyes, flicking her own cigarette butt into the pile in front of them, grinning at the whimper it elicited. “Too many damn crucifixes for my tastes. Virgins don’t taste any better than the streetwalkers. ‘Least the whores had cocaine in their blood sometimes.”

“Did you lose your sense of taste when you got turned?” He huffed, reaching into the pile and jerking one of them out, ignoring the pathetic let me go as it whimpered in his grasp. “You can’t tell me this doesn’t taste like spoiled meat?”

Sheila grinned and grabbed the quivering human from James, rapidly sinking her teeth into its neck, relishing the warm blood as she sucked, the human’s screams a seductive song in her ears. She drank until she felt the human - a girl, she idly noticed - begin to weaken, pulse fading. Sheila pulled away, wrapping blood from her mouth and letting go of the girl, who collapsed immediately to the ground, sobbing and clenching at the bleeding wound. She made a show of licking her lips as she settled her face back down into a more human-esque appearance. “Nope. Tastes like filet mignon, like every other human.”

James sighed. “You must have had no taste before you died, then,” he grumbled, pulling a snack of his own from the pile of humans at their feet, all bloodied and weakened. They had been told not to hunt more than necessary - told they needed to make their food last as long as possible, they couldn’t risk being discovered by the forces of good in this town, not while their boss was making his plans.

“I was a chef before I died, remember?” Sheila pointed out, tossing up her feet, ‘accidentally’ kicking one of the humans in the stomach before using it as a footstool.

James just rolled his eyes as he dug into the man he’d grabbed and Sheila eyed the girl she’d dropped. Mid 20s, blonde, pretty for a human. Sheila was reminded of her own humanity, the one she’d had mercifully taken from her nearly twenty years ago. A simpering little thing - in training to become a nun, volunteering at food kitchens and charities, always so weighed down by the pain of the people around her, praying to a God she refused to believe had turned His back on them, despite the evidence He had. She’d screamed and begged when her Sire had found her leaving the homeless shelter she’d volunteered at, pleaded with him to find God in his heart and let her live.

He’d instead transformed her into a higher being, one freed from the restraints and cares and fears of humanity, and Sheila had embraced it. She almost laughed, thinking of the stupid, worthless little big she’d been before her death.

If only human Sheila could see herself now, see the proof God had long since abandoned them. She’d have ran from the monster Sheila was now - a thought that made Sheila grin.

[todayisafridaynight]

[hanakoofthejungle]

A Hazbin Hotel x Fallout crossover with Husk as the Ghoul and Angel Dust as Lucy MacLean.

Husk lost his wings when he became ghoulified or something (My excuse to be lazy and not drawing his wings).

This art dump is the birthday gift to my significant other who had introduced me to Hazbin Hotel and Fallout, both of which we enjoy watching together very much.

Episode 4 of Fallout is my most favorite in Season 1 from which came these scenes and dialogues.

Tools: pencil, Mitsubishi Blue Uni-ball pen and Leningrad watercolor.

[villainboygirl]

The first two episodes of Loki in a nutshell:

1x01:

1x02:

[interplanaranathema]

Did the meme with Doomslug the Destroyer and Mephiston, Lord of Death,

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

Event poll series: Fictional Wrestlemania (Night 1)

Match 4: BTVS Angel vs. Patrick Bateman in a casket match

If you want to catch up on the lore/storyline details: Click this link

[nightingale2004]

I wonder what a crossover of hazbin Hotel x lucifer x supernatural x shadowhunters x bad omens

Would be like?

Can you guys let know what you think

[april-the-fan-girl]

A crossover episode of Suits and Angel The Series where lawyers from Wolfram and Hart go up against Speckter and Ross

(Mike totally finds out demons are real)

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

WIP TITLE TAG GAME

@leatafandom This is the third time I’ve tried to make this damned post. Lol! @staff (tumblr) keeps eating my post even though it tells me it is saving my draft. Anyway, here is my list.

Please feel free to ask any questions about any of the docs by file name either by comment, reblog, or ask. Thank you!

Winchesters A Life in the Hunter House

(Hades — Tartarus) The Empty’s Daughter

#99 prompt

#99.2 prompt

A Father’s Daughter

Alec M x Reader Crush

Alec x Reader 2

All around me 2.0 (Slow Burn)

Alpha Angel Cas x Omega!Witch!F! Reader

Alpha! Dean x Omega F!

Alpha Dr Castiel Alpha Dean sinus problems true mates

An Angel’s Unexpected Companion

Angst Reader Hurt/Comfort wHappy unexpected ending

Ao3 2023 Kinktober

Ao3 Romancing the Hunter

Ao3 Xmes Exchange Quicky 2023

Ask Request 2024-02-28 Beau x Reader

Ask Request 2024-05-31 Sam Wesson x Gabriel

Ask Request 2024-06-12 Billy Butcher x m/ftm

Ask Request 2024-06-13 Dean or Jensen x Older F! Reader

Ask Request 2024-06-29 Sam x Methos

Ask Request 2024-07-02 FicFacers 2024 (Oct due date)

AU - BDSM Dom Cas Switch/Dom Dean x Sub Fem

Bankers, Fairies, and Foreclosures, Oh my! (From @writing-prompt-s)

Being a sex god isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Alex Drabble - Making a boring chore a little more fun together

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Boredom WIP

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Disassociation 2

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Timestamp.2 Horror Movie

Burning Up

Destiel Date Night

Destiel Rabbit Moth Love Story

Domestic Destiel #? Glowy Angel seduction

Dragon Cas x Dean Plot (Giant and Pet meme)

Falling in love with Angel ORIGINAL

God-made Nephilim Rescues Castiel

Guardian of Humanity scene Drabble

Guardian of Humanity journal and scene

Heat

Ignoring the Alpha’s Voice

Ignoring Their Omega

Imagine Dean comes home after a bad day. (from @harmonity-vibes)

Nephilim of Stone

Post 15x19 DestielxAlex

Purpose

Rough time with your mental illness 2.0 (from @imaginethatsupernatural )

Scent Out, Make Out

Sick Stubborn Reader x Angel Cas

Soldier Boy x Flirty Reader

Spn Fairy Tales: The Ugly Duckling, a Destiel story (inspired by @fledglinginatrenchcoat-blog)

Spn poly Drabble 2023-08-30

SPNBB…

Sugar Daddy Horseman Death x Lucifer

Tell Me No Lies

Tell Me No Lies 2.0 (Nightingale Witch)

The Angel’s Mate 2.0

The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story

The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story 2.0

The Omega

The Packless, no longer less —Bad Day (Becoming the Pack Alpha's Mate)

The Packless, no longer less SERIES

The Virus ORIGINAL

They don’t know when to quit

Trigger Warning

True Mate A/B/O DestielxAfab

Two Men and the Virgin

Warming Him Up

Winchester!Sister x Castiel

I’m gonna go a step beyond because I can. I am going to advise WIPs in my TUMBLR DRAFTS too. This will include the date, title or inspiration, and pairing if I have one.

Jul 2 - Moth to A Flame, Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Feb 29 - “Could you tell me another story while we drive to our destination, (Y/N)?” from @imaginethatsupernatural

Aug 20, 2022 - Angel!Castiel x Hunter!Reader (GN)

Jul 15, 2022 - Sub/Switch!Bi!Dean Winchester x Sub!F!Reader x Dom!Bi!Castiel

Just realized I didn’t tag anyone. Lol! Of course, no pressure. Only if you have time. 😊 ❤️❤️❤️ @luci-in-trenchcoats @zationao3 @riley-phoenix @lotus820 @impala-dreamer @spnexploration @destielshipper4cas @sharkfish @niche-pastiche @wisteria-lodge @naughtystiel

[the-dying-star]

Finally posted Chapter 10 of If Not For Me

Warning; Minors beware. Fic is rated Explicit.

(It says chap 11 because there's a prologue)

[thecrackshipdiaries]

Amadeus Serafini and Charisma Carpenter

[lifewithaview]

Daniela Ruah in NCIS: Los Angeles (2009) Pushback

S1E7

An unidentified young woman dies in an execution-style shooting while making on survellaince; she had a concealed flash drive containing the encrypted results of surveillance of several people, including G; the LAPD contacts the NCIS headquarters; Director Vance tasks Callen and his team to investigate in cooperation with the LAPD. G identifies the victim as a Russian girl, a short-time neighbor (in Venice, California, near Los Angeles), the last person whom he saw before he took gunfire, six months before (at the end of "Legend II", s6e23 of NCIS). The gang learn about two other deaths and an unhappy coincidence; G talks again with a former friend from Moscow, who provides information; Nate and Hetty have a heartfelt chat; G and Kensi unexpectedly meet another of G's former friends from Moscow; after a game of hide-and-seek G and Sam cuff the bad guy. Nate tells Hetty a bit more about G's personal history; G revisits a familiar place and recalls good memories.

*Callen says he was shot May 5. That's the original air date of Legend (Part II) (2009). The second half of the NCIS episodes that introduced the characters of this series.

[vulpinesaint]

oh angel beloved i am always thinking about you… the show. not the character. the only thing i ever think about angel is “they turned that man into a muppet”

[paulgadzikowski]

[Image description: Preview panel for the comic strip at the link. Spike and Angel of Angel The Series sit at Angel's desk at Wolfram & Hart (Angel behind, Spike in front) speaking with Wesley standing nearby. Angel is saying, "What do we have on the Immortal, Wes?" Wesley is saying, "Nothing. Zilch. Stardust. Wolfram and Hart don't even have a file on the Immortal. But the Watchers had at lesat heard of him." Unfortunately there are not image descriptions at the main Hero Of Three Faces site. End description.] 

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Thanks for reading.

[avatorofthelonely]

The similarities between Jon Sims and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce are so precious to me. Like even their arc and characteristics are so similar!

Also the watchers council is a strong hold of the eye, but like the slayer herself is an avatar of the hunt. (Daisy as a slayer hear me OUT)

(Ask me to assign other entities and tma things to the buffyverse I’m begging)