#Danny however will punch god

[noxcheshire]

It took me a second to realize what the first bit said cause my brain kept trying to add things to it and mix things around.

And then finally realized that it said “this Earth”, meaning that Danny is in another universe, obviously DC universe and all, attending school without worries of ghost related things outside of the designated visits.

But let’s go back for a second the first prompt and assume that everything is occurring on the same planet, real time.

So Danny is now a college aged student who decided to try out a normal, civilian life with his animal support dog Cujo who refuses to leave his side. The two of them are having the time of their undead and half-dead lives, without interruption aside from the ghastly exams that come at the end of each semester.

Danny who, while no longer fighting his rouges with the intent to throw them back into the Ghost Zone portal like his very existence depends on it, still does use his ghostly powers for the most mundane of things.

He needs something on a top shelf of his kitchen he can’t reach? Floaty time. There’s a weird sound in the wall of his bathroom? Phasing time. His neighbor two doors down is keeping the entire apartment level middle, up, and down, awake due to excessive music at 4am on a weekday? Haunting time.

Especially in the comfort of his home, Danny is the most relaxed about his ghost powers. Using them without hesitation, after all, it’s his apartment, and it’s his safe space.

Outside of it, he is more cautious. The only times he’ll use his powers outside of his home is if he needs to either disarm a would-be thug, to pass through short cuts that wouldn’t be possible for any one but an animal, and take Cujo out for walks.

But recently he had noticed… the stalkers.

He assumed they were vigilantes by the get up, or some very interesting villains.

Honestly, Danny didn’t really pay much attention to hero-villain news once he left Amity Park. Aside from a vague ‘oh so there are other heroes’, Danny had more or less ignored it. He had more important things to do. Like being a college student.

That status quo had been the same for a good while, long enough to even be a routine. Then the stalkers happened.

And despite his best wishes, they were not going away.

Once realizing this, Danny reluctantly, searched for answers.

It was indeed vigilantes. But not the local ones of the area. Unexpected, considering Danny hadn’t done anything nefarious and strange to have garnered local or non-local vigilante eyes.

… at least he was sure he hadn’t.

So why was he being monitored like this?

And they followed, everywhere he would be or could be — they would be there. Like an unfortunate shadow. A very human shaped, hero shadow.

It was making him itch.

Even worse, poor Cujo had not been given his walks! The poor pup was getting restless from the lack of stimulation.

So Danny decided to scoop the little guy up, flew out invisibly while passing a camping vigilante, and headed towards the most secluded park available.

It was dark too. Dark enough that no one would question the fact Danny hadn’t visibly left his apartment. Dark enough that Danny could use his ghost powers to play with Cujo, blue eyes burning green and hair playfully tugging white at the ends.

Cujo let loose in his entirety.

Danny as well felt himself relax for the first time in a while.

So much so, that Danny and Cujo ended up taking a long nap at the base of a tree, curled up in the shadows and away from any prying eyes that might spot them at first glance.

This is how a panicked JLD and the local Bats found Danny Fenton and his animal support dog Cujo sleeping underneath the cooling limbs of trees and brush. Said dog who is a ghost, and who so very obviously had chosen Danny as his Haunt.

Danny Fenton, the physical Haunt for a mighty ghost dog, a ghost dog who was currently the only thing stopping worldly destruction because it decided it liked something on this Earth enough to Haunt it.

Danny Fenton, the physical Haunt for a mighty ghost dog, a painfully human college boy who had been in an accident at 14 and with a fragile heart ever since. This Danny Fenton who had been noted by medical records to be more fragile than his peers, and more than likely to develop other medical issues due to that accident.

By all purposes the kid was a walking hazard ready to keel over. And by god were they going to try and keep him safe.

Maybe next time they should put a tracker on him though.

Dc x dp idea 98

John and JLD are up against a threat from the infinite realm. When the being goes to declare their plans to destroy the planet. The being suddenly comes to a halt.

Apparently there is a single ecto entity that has a haunt on this planet. So they can’t flat out destroy the planet, that would just be rude.

Upon an investigation. As they are definitely gonna scout out who the ecto entity is at the minimum. They find none other the Cujo.

Seeing as it’s quite common for ecto animals to claim an ecto being in the realm as their “haunt”. The JLD assume Cujo, who is asleep on Danny, claimed Danny as his.

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #946

While holding the lasso of truth so he could give a proper and honest report about a new villain he defensively fought and incapacitated so he couldn’t hurt any more people, Danny mentions that he knocked out a man with one punch. That caused one of the detectives in the room to scoff, “You? Please. You’re skin and bone. Wonder Woman, you sure that rope of yours isn’t malfunctioning?” Wonder Woman holds back a scowl, god she hated people like this. “The Lasso of Truth can not falter. What he speaks is the truth.” Danny is glad the amazonian spoke up, he’s far too cautious to correct a cop. “Hey! I’m strong! I could beat everyone in this room with one punch, asshole,”  Oh fuck. That wasn’t what he meant to say. Danny quickly claps his hands over his mouth. “Oh god I’m so sorry-” “All is well Daniel. Your true attitude won’t be held against you,” She looked him up and down, sizing him up and mentally taking notes, “however, I plan to circle back to your remark. Subduing an Amazonian that easily warrants additional questioning.” Fear and Dread froze Danny to his very core. Oh fuck.

[evilminji]

You know what? I just had A Thought(tm)~☆

Danny. Our bby boy. MINDING HIS BUSINESS. Maybe visiting one of his buddies in the Realms after he graduates. When he just?? Get full on tackled from the sky.

And like?

Huh.

THIS hasn't happened in a bit. Not since he's become king. Legit, no one dares. He's honestly kinda missed it. Alright, square up... Mr. Uuuuuh.... Who are you?

And it's this barely formed New Ghost. Still in that glitch-y goopy blob phase and everything. Is Baby. Why... why does this infant Want To Fight God? I mean. He Respects It(tm), no lie, but? Not exactly usual for him?

And it turns out? This dude is some rando hero. He basicly JUST died. By all rights SHOULD be resting and gathering his strength to Form Right. But he's so worried for his team mates and everyone else he CAN'T. Recognized a fellow Hero's Costume even at a distance.

Please. PLEASE! You have to help him! We have to WARN everybody!

And Danny is just? Oh no. This Actual Infant Baby is gonna Anxiety himself to Actual Second Death at this rate. Yes! Sure! Just CALM DOWN! Anything you need buddy! BREATHE.

And this dude? Who died? Is legit a minor player who got WAY too deep but refused to abandoned People In Need(tm). It happens. It HURTS. But he saved a LOT of lives before he went down. Him and his team were just some Minor Heros from Belarus. How they ended up in deep space? Even THEY couldn't tell you.

They couldn't even bring him home.

He forgives them.

He could NEVER blame his friends. Not for this. The planet is in danger. Some... some THING. An invasion. The League has to be made aware. He DIED helping a planet try to evacuate all that they could. He... at least he...

He can't remember if the Eggs got out. They... they're like babies. A whole room full of toddlers who couldn't run. They had to de-connect from the main building to lift it out. He can't... can't...

He saved them... right? Held on.. long enough? Why can't he.. he...

Danny has to make him focus be for the kid spirals. Don't think of your last moments. Purpose. You NEED to do something right now, right?

Right! The League! We gotta warn them! And... okay. Danny can totally do that. (What LEAGUE??!) He DEFINITELY knows who you are talking about and will tell them Right Away. YOU however are gonna rest up.

So he leaves the kiddo with Lunch Lady. Mother and Frightening Matriarch Extraordinaire. Lunch Box promises to SIT on him if he tries to sneak off. Good kid. Now eat your soup before you BECOME soup.

Time to bully the eyeballs. Whoms't the F*ck is this "league"? And where does he find it? Talk. He has sand and he's not afraid to use it. Don't MAKE him get out the pepper grinder! Yeah. That's what he THOUGHT.

After much, prolonged and unnecessary, whining and dramatic threatening... he gets a printed out map. Cheapskates even used flimsy paper. He gets there. Jaunt is even kinda nice. He says hi to a few folks he hasn't seen in a while.

Opens a portal.

Steps out.

Gets punched in the face. RUDE! He punches the flying blue man back. Dents their wall. Not even a LITTLE sorry about that now! See if HE does you a favor aga-... is that his Ex? John?

John! Constantine you B@STARD. YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS. *Ten different hands slap a twenty on the table at his feet, including Constantine. Who is refusing to look at anybody.* Well, okay then. Debt payed. Gonna buy himself a shake or something, after this.

ANYWAY~ Good News Or Bad News?

He is met with silence. It's like they've never seen an ethereal, giant, glowing man with a suit that looks like a cut out of the night sky, step out of an eye searing rip in reality before. Man they're lives must be boring. But frankly? Danny can wait. It's not HIS reality that's gonna get messed up. He can take care of it if the wanna be Wah Babies. Good News or Bad News??? Pick one.

He sits back in the air and waits.

@stealingyourbones @cyrwrites

[theteasnake]

Competition - Ghostface x Reader Drabble

As soon as you showed up in the fog, you had your eyes set on the arcades in Greenville Square. Always trying to find time to jump onto one of the machines during and out of trials. Somehow, for some reason, no one else attempted to play the games and you easily claimed the top scores in each one.

The killers have learned to just leave you alone when playing, especially when you're in the zone. If they don't interrupt you, you're nice enough to give them a free kill.

The other survivors don't... enjoy going into the trials with you when on this map. Cause you'd be gone for a good portion of the trial. However, you are a good distraction for the killers, the majority would stop and watch you play.

"Who the fuck is Dan?!"

Top scores are suddenly being handed over to some asshole named Dan. Last time you checked, there isn't a survivor named Dan or a name that has Dan in it. Is it initials??? Wtf!

Furious is an understatement. You are pissed. Fucking livid. You spent so much time beating your own scores only for some rando to take over in a day.

You ask around if anybody knows anyone named Dan. Even going through the trouble of trying to ask the killers. But no luck. Either they don't know or refuse to tell you.

You try and try over and over again to beat his scores. But each time you do, he swoops in the next trial and steals the top spot again.

You want to punch him. You feel like he's got some smug look on his face, and you want to punch it.

You found time to sneak off to Greenville to spend all your limited free time beating this 'Dan' guy. And God did you bury his score, he wasn't even on the leaderboard anymore. "Take that and your stupid face!"

"Didn't take you for the competitive type,"

The noise that came out of your mouth was... very embarrassing. You quite literally squeaked at the sudden second voice behind you. The voice came from a very tall man, black clothes and combat boots. He definitely doesn't look like a survivor but you don't recognize his face... and you've met every killer here.

"Who the fuck are you?" You point an accusatory finger at him.

"Dan." He crosses his arms. "Well, Danny,"

[anguishedlurker]

Don't Shoot; It's me! No, the other guy! (#38, fake body swap)

HI Y'ALL welcome to my ecto-imposion fic! I'm the writer of course and my wonderful artist was @astravis , and @thesilentbard plus @dragonsdomain he;ped me out with betaing! Check them all out! Buckle up, because this is just the first chapter! And maybe look at the ao3 posting

Of things Danny should have predicted, Skulker and Technus teaming up one day was going to land pretty high on the list.

It all started so normal, too! Getting multiple ghosts at once wasn’t uncommon anymore, and Skulker appearing? Must be a day that ends with Y.

Technus, though...

“I’ll pelt you yet, whelp!” Skulker bellowed, having been ineffectually brained with the remains of a lamppost.

Technus was thusly absorbing the lamppost's remains into his suit, adding yet another object that would qualify as a taser in the right circumstances.

“AND I, TECHNUS, WILL USE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO-”

“No, really, do you ever shut up?!” Danny cut him off, meanwhile diving behind the remains of- ooohhh this was that vegan place Sam liked. He was going to hear about this one for weeks.

“Your disrespect remains immeasurable, child.” Skulker growled, not wasting time in obliterating what was left of the building.

“YEAH, WHAT IS HE? CHOPPED LIVER?”

Danny didn’t pay this mind, throwing some potshots at the both of them as he skittered away for new cover.

“He’s a mecha pain in my- AAA”

We interrupt this smart comment for debris! Debris; A mark of your failure to protect.

Debris wasn’t a new threat, but regardless? That was going to bruise.

Danny was ready to punch them to paste barehanded if it’d get this fight to stop. Skulker already had a weapon making shield borderline painful to maintain against blasts, and with Technus in tow couldn’t be trusted to not get a random power-boost.

Meaning this needed to end, now!

However, “now” would have to be sometime after Technus’s blasts stopped slapping him down like an especially annoying kitten.

“Ah, finally showing cowardice whelp?” Skulker taunted, lazily aiming one of his guns as Danny darted somewhere over an alleyway.

“I prefer to call it intelligence!”

“RUNNING WILL NOT HELP YOU HERE, PEST!” Technus borderline giggled.

Clearly, Danny thought as a piece of roof exploded behind him.

… That one might’ve been that weirdo occult shop that was trying to set up without him noticing. Couldn’t say he’d miss it, if nothing else.

It was really starting to look like “damage control” meant doing some damage himself to cut this short.

He was absolutely going to hear it from Sam once he was done here, as it wasn’t like ecto-ice was easy to clean up. (God knows what's IN that Danny!)

Somewhere in the distance the Fenton GAV wailed, a bad sign for all participants.

So… one shot to do this, maybe two… Eh. He’s had worse odds before!

One last sacrificial rubble pile to buy a second, aaand-

“I DO BELIEVE WE MUST CUT THIS ONE SHORT! SKULKER, IF YOU WOULD?”

“It's a pleasure to use this new toy.”

Danny didn’t even get time to throw an icicle at them.

The rubble exploded, and then Danny exploded, flung across the street like a sack of potatoes and making several things give an upsetting crack on landing.

Screw bruising at this point, he’d be lucky if all of this managed to heal before Monday.

Note to self: Never ever let Technus Skulker pair up ever again.

“FASCINATING RESULTS!” Technus beamed as Danny groaned his way onto his feet.

“Your move, whelp.” Skulker growled, gun pointed at Danny.

“That little toy? Ha, it barely even-!”

And see, there’s many things about Danny’s powers that would never be properly explained to his friends. How intrinsic they all were by now, above all else.

A running start and pathetic hop into the air didn’t actually mean much for flying; by all accounts Danny could go from zero to sixty in a standing position.

So, the raw humiliation of that pathetic hop- intended to be a full assault launch- landing him in a kneeling position took a second to process.

It was just so impossible.

The metal on Skulkers helm twisted to a smile as the gun gave a shrill whine.

Technus giggled as he absorbed a car into his already overburdened monstrosity of a mech, clearly thinking this fight was done.

The GAV siren had never been so loud.

There was really only one choice: Run. Run for his life.

The street lit up behind him, adrenaline carrying him much faster than he had any right to be on foot.

“RUNNING AGAIN, WHELP?” Technus shouted, much too close for Danny’s liking.

“That’s Skulker’s thing!” He shouted back, at a total loss for anything witty.

“I’ve done no such thing as run, child!”

“I THINK HE MEANS THE TERM WHELP.”

Oh good, yes! Get distracted!

“Your thievery of my vocabulary will not go unpunished; yet, for now, we have our prey-”

“UNPUNISHED? WE ARE ALLIES! TO RAISE YOUR HAND IN VIOLENCE AGAINST ME NOW WOULD-”

“Not right now you imbecilic-”

The blasts behind him were slowing down immensely already, buying him a slide around a corner with enough lead to shove himself between buildings.

Still, even with this he wasn’t exactly well hidden.

His options, in this fine back alley, were… A broken mirror, two cardboard boxes, and a dumpster.

…

The dumpster was uncomfortably moist as he shoved himself in and closed the top, and the smell- is this the nasty burger dumpster??

Slowly the town map in his head adjusted. Eugh… Desperation carried him farther than he thought.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’VE LOST HIM!?”

“The shot must have suppressed his signature. The tracker will be borderline worthless unless we are on top of him.”

Oh, good! Truly, a fair trade for his powers! And once he was done being sarcastic, probably the single blessing he’d get out of this.

“I WOULD CALL THAT EVEN LESS THAN BORDERLINE.”

“Your worthless insistence on semantics is duly noted.”

The bickering continued into the distance, followed shortly by the GAV wailing and his father pointedly screaming.

“Rotten ghosts, molecule by molecule would be too good for you!”

“Phantoms not re-appearing on the radar, but keep an eye out regardless. Who knows what cloaking tactics it’s come up with this time. To the right!” His mom warned, getting fainter and fainter (in the wrong direction) as the GAV sped after Technus and Skulker. Or wherever the altered signal was leading them.

One would think it’d only work the once...

Danny was left to contemplate the situation in silence. Nothing would get done in the dumpster, sure, but hey, uncomfortably moist? More like comfortably hidden.

But beyond that being cowards talk, he reeaallly couldn’t sit there and trust that his parents or even Valerie would pull through on this one.

Okay, well, first task; Phase out of the dumpster.

An action that should be on the same level as ‘flex your jaw’, and yet, Danny was no less uncomfortably moist in sauce juice by the end of his attempt.

The whole thing was unpleasantly reminiscent of the Fenton crammer, minus the shrinking. Powers suffocated to the vaguest wisps in the back of his skull, borderline hallucinations to his futile attempts to use them.

Still stuck in the dumpster, Danny mentally conceded to plan B; Phone a friend.

Tucker was, unfortunately, out at a tech event for the weekend. Which meant it needed to be Sam.

Sam, who was stuck appeasing her parents today in exchange for the stunt with Ms. Hoffman last week.

Somewhere in the distance shots sounded off, indicating that someone had found his two enemies.

Danny didn’t have high hopes as he popped open the dumpster lid and shakily dialed. First of all it’d require Sam to already be out of the dreaded social situation, and secondly it’d mean he got a stroke of good luck if she picked up either way.

His anxiety collapsed to resignation as the ring tone meandered on, leaving him to ignore the layers of irony and humor in his ringtone having been changed to Mystery Skulls’ Ghost.

Pink blasts flashed in the sky from somewhere distant, meaning either Vlad got involved or Valerie had shown up- one more likely than the other.

“Hi! If you don’t know who this is, you shouldn’t have called anyways, and if you do and I didn’t pick up then I’m ignoring you specifically and your voicemail better give me a good reason to call back. And Tucker, if that’s you, I’m not paying for that. You know I’m not. Stop asking. Leave a message after the-”

Danny didn’t wait any longer to hang up. No voicemail would ever be secure enough to risk actually leaving one, and leaving one wouldn’t even speed up the response time.

An especially bright pink and green flash washed over what was probably half the town, and a large crash sounded from several different points in the area.

Now down the phone a friend option, Danny elected to revisit and modify plan A by throwing his leg over the side of the dumpster instead.

You know, the lame way to exit.

None of his bones liked him as he hit the ground, the wind in his metaphorical sails really not keeping up with what he needed to be doing.

Even with the self deprecation heavily suppressed, the situation didn’t really brighten outside of the dumpster. How, precisely, would boxes aide him here? Box Ghost was still pretty peeved over the whole cardboard-boxes-dissolve-in-water solution...

A thoughtless attempt to transition between forms left a suspiciously glass-like popping noise to ring in his ears and leave him fallen face-first onto the ground.

The most intact piece of mirror sat across him, dimly processing as unsafe for workers to be near as the gerbil controlling intelligent thought in his head took a smoke break.

… Seriously, why not have just tossed the thing into the dumpster itself? It’s right there!

The gerbil returned from its smoke break as Danny took in his reflection somewhat, the wheel powering his thoughts creaking back to life.

The crammer had slowly stripped him of every Phantom attribute until only Fenton remained, while right now the present cause to all his woes seemed to have merged his clothes straight down to his hoodie and left every other feature untouched.

It was… weird.

And deeply irrelevant, actually. He needed to either try calling Jazz (ugh) or haul himself home to see if he can’t glue a solution together (different ugh).

Time to shove himself back up to kneeling and pick the gravel out of his teeth (hrng).

While he was at it, it might be a good idea to start a list of cameras that’d need their footage wiped. Even if Fenton’s clothes weren’t incriminating he just didn’t need-

There was an ecto gun by his head, the safety giving a click as it was turned off.

“Would you like to beg?”

He knew that voice- by god did he know that voice. Valerie had to be on that hoverboard just out of his field of view.

He had to have missed some sort of movement while slumped forward by the mirror- it’s not like he wasn’t in enough pain for reality to start blurring.

But that didn’t help, did it? Because he was readily identifiable as Phantom to a girl who wanted half of him dead(er), with zero powers or wit to throw at the situation that wouldn’t just get him shot faster.

But what would help!? She didn’t have any interest in listening to Phantom, barely had any in listening to Fenton, though her lethal intent would at least be lower!

Somehow, someway, the gerbil in his head clipped through the wheel's geometry and resolved to never return.

“Don’t shoot, Val, it’s me! Danny!”

The gun got MUCH louder in response

“Well, Danny Phantom, I think knowing my name-”

“N-No! Fenton!”

He could hear the dial-up noises in Valerie's head, he himself stuck on trying to process how royally he just screwed himself over.

“Let’s suppose, for just one second here, that I don’t believe that.”

“L-look Val, belief doesn’t have much to do with the fact that I’m like, super harmless right now. Literally what would I gain by telling you that?”

He could feel her eyes stare even harder, dissecting his identity in this new light.

“Time.”

Well, he had a good run…

The alleyway promptly exploded, leaving Valerie to skitter off to who knows where as she swore worse than any adult Danny had had the displeasure of listening to.

Danny himself was left hyperventilating in the dust, promptly hopping back into the dumpster and burying himself in the worst effort towards hiding he’s probably ever managed.

“I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE HIGHLY UNLIKELY FOR HIM TO HAVE HIDDEN HERE.”

“Disappointing, and unexpected. The chase is far more important, but what distracted her?”

“I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS TO MATTER. YOU MAY HAVE SAID PRACTICALLY ON TOP, BUT I THINK AT THIS POINT IN THE ALLEY IT’S SAFE TO SAY HE’S NOT-”

“Move it or lose it, socket-licker. One of our high value targets is running.”

“YOU ARE ONE TO TALK, SHORTSTOCK. INSULTS ASIDE, I WAS GETTING THERE.”

Skulker’s “No, you weren’t. And you’re lucky we’re working together you-” got fainter as the two continued to completely miss his idiot self hidden just under the surface of two tonnes of food slime.

This was now the second time Danny was in the same dumpster, and honestly? He STILL didn’t want to leave!

He couldn’t cave to the desire this time either- trying to out his identity to Valerie in a last ditch effort to save his hide was officially going to go down as one of his dumbest decisions ever.

He couldn’t even think of anything funny his friends would mock him with this time. It was stupid all the way down.

Feet to the ground, eyes peeled for enemies- gone for now.

Time to unbend his pride and beat his mile run record while trying to call Jazz. Hey, multitasking!

He was going to lose his mind over this one. Even without his personal missteps this was bad.

“Hi, this is Jasmine Fenton! Hopefully I can get back to you soon, but for now, please leave a message after the-”

Click.

Two options, he pondered as he did a running slide past the corner grocery store.

One: Jazz was doing tutoring and had her phone off.

Or, possibly, two: Their parents loaded her onto the GAV and didn’t take no for an answer.

He didn’t hear her earlier trying to scream advice in an attempt to circumvent the danger their parents posed to everyone, but was it even a Tuesday for her to be busy with tutoring? Or maybe she does tutoring on Thursdays…

None of it mattered obviously. He had to get to Fenton Works ASAP.

There wasn’t strictly much that could help him, but he couldn’t imagine anything going even more wrong by using the splitter to try and get some part of him functioning again.

At worst, he’d have two people to drive the Speeder so he/they could gun it to Frostbite and see what could medically be done.

This totally didn’t gloss over every logistic and science issue ever, no sir!

And even if it did, what kind of options was he supposed to come up with right now!?

One more cut through an alleyway and Danny was in the home stretch towards Fenton works.

This moment was of course the same one a massive crash and crunch of metal sounded off a block away. Maximum.

Before he’d had the saving grace of a hiding spot. Now? Not so much! All it’d take was for Skulker or Technus to remember that they could fly above buildings and-

Well there went his survival odds!

The second after, Valerie flew above their heads, shooting down at them even as they launched onto his street.

And, for as distracting as she was, he couldn’t say his odds just got any higher.

Danny nearly took the door off its hinges trying to get in faster than anything could shoot at him, barely in before the street was awash in pink and green.

Just because he knew he couldn’t get blamed for this (mostly) didn’t mean the sense that he was so dead over this stopped creeping in.

“I, TECHNUS, WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU THAT-” Technus screamed, caving the door in with a broken lamppost, Technus himself soon followed suit, seeming to have shed most of his mecha well before the door- though he was losing more in an effort to get in with ease.

“If this is about the extended car warranty-!” Danny shouted back, trying to bolt for the basement. Or literally any of the house defense buttons- screw that they’d target him too!

“I WOULD NEVER SINK TO SUCH LEVELS, PEST!” Technus cut him off, the severed mecha parts bursting into and spreading wires and metal throughout the house in seconds.

Skulker didn’t waste time squeezing through besides Technus, grinning even as he was focused solely on the street outside.

“The basement.” Was all Skulker said before the option was gone from him, tangled in too much metal and wire to ever think about it again.

Danny wasn’t going to get time to think about this one, bolting upstairs instead as the door frame exploded into pink.

“All of you-”

Valerie interrupted herself with a gunshot to Technus.

“, rat bastards! No respect for-”

Skulker, now.

“anyone or anything! This is a house!”

Danny, now. He could feel it burn through both his shirt and suit even as he passed the last few steps to the second story.

Thank god for adrenaline.

Dashing down the hall as Technus and Skulker both roared into action, he performed the best running leap he’d ever managed to grab and pull the chain for the ladder.

Of course, having leapt for this privilege in a house meant for his dad meant he kept sailing through the air as the ladder slammed down behind him.

That was fine! Valerie was still distracted, just roll and climb! So easy.

So easy to corner himself on a roof with no options except to jump if he wanted off.

The fight continued on beneath him as he stared over the side, his world totally silent otherwise.

Grasping for inane details in the hopes one would matter, he saw nothing of use.

The day was bright, and clear. The town was quiet. If he turned slightly, he could pretend the wake of destruction didn’t exist.

But then he’d be ignoring the wires spilling out his front door, a shell of a car deposited in the center of the street- seeming to host most of the mess as a battery.

Valerie swore worse than ever below.

Nothing could help him right now. He was stuck either standing or jumping.

Or well, maybe he could at least do something about the gaping wound in his side… that might be good.

Slowly and carefully he stripped his hoodie off, noting that the hole was smaller than he’d been mentally giving it credit for.

His side still dripping as he dropped it unceremoniously, he realized that this was a dumb plan and that he couldn’t do anything anyways.

His side wasn’t a spot he could tourniquet. Pressure only helped so much in ghost form, as even with bones he was notably more squishy(?) than a normal human.

The fighting paused for one brief moment, before getting ten times worse, Valerie inadvertently teaching him new slurs for ghosts.

Danny looked over the edge of the building again, reaching for his pocket with a prayer.

…

“Hi, this is Jas-”

Click.

…

“Hi! If you don’t know-”

Click.

…

…

“You have reached this 🌟Too Fine🌟 of a voice mail-”

One last click off, phone thusly tucked back into his pocket.

Danny stood alone over what was closer to a three story drop than a two story drop (stupid vaulted ceilings…), and quietly sat on the edge as the fight below went silent and stayed silent.

Hand to his side regardless of if it’d help, he watched the car-battery-wire mess power down and simply waited.

Sure, he could jump, but the adrenaline was winding back down. He was already hurt, bad, in multiple ways. Valerie could fly and right now he couldn’t. There was nowhere on the street to hide and even if there was plenty of places the street over he wouldn’t get that far.

He was dead meat any way he went.

He could hear the ladder clack behind him as Valerie hauled herself up.

“What a surprise! All nice and ready for me.” Valerie huffed, immediately standing at the ready with a gun. Danny only just copped a glance before turning back towards the view.

Odd, no suit nor hoverboard. Maybe Technus had managed to hit her just right and made it shut off.

“Yeah. They go through the portal at least?” He asked, barely looking back as he gripped his side a little tighter.

“And here I- what? Um. Yeah, to my knowledge.” Valerie stuttered slightly, the earnestness of his question seeming to trip her worse than Danny’s previous bomb drop.

“Good. Lock the portal when you go back down. My parents will probably open it up by next week, but hey! Stops everything for now.”

Her steps towards him slowed to a crawl, and he could sense the caution and the suspicion even as she continued regardless.

God, he was really doing this. It occurred that he could still just shove himself off the edge, but he couldn’t think of anything that could possibly solve. Guns can be pointed over roof edges.

“Uh. Thank. You? B-But no uh, tricks or-”

She stopped by his side, gun still pointed as her eyes tracked across the roof for the surprise that simply must be coming.

“Valerie, I’m really sorry you think I could ever hurt you, but I’m out. Injured and done. It’s you or it’s splatting on the pavement. Dunno how much bounce back I’ve got left right now.”

“Any last… uhm-”

This is a super stupid way to die. But he’s pretty sure he’ll be a grease stain if he jumps, which is even stupider.

“I guess... Tell Sam, Tucker, and Jazz not to beat themselves up over it.” He hummed, finally looking at Valerie again.

He wondered how much of this mess the town behind him was seeing.

The gun shook silently before lowering and turning away.

“You are him, aren’t you?” Valerie asked softly, gun already dropping from her hands.

The gun dropped with an uncomfortable clatter as Danny gave the least shaky and uncomfortable smile he could manage, Valerie's eyes not even seeing him as she fixated on his stained hoodie.

“Phantom was never this sweet.”

Valerie clearly hadn’t focused on the words, so lasered onto her revelation that Danny’s brief twitch was entirely missed.

He couldn’t even be insulted right now; there was a certain amount of venom their fights had always had.

Silence extended further as Valerie only barely looked back up at him, still shaken.

“Thanks, I think. But uh. What now?” Danny asked, genuinely not sure. He just had to accept that insults to his other half could be addressed later.

How a reveal would go had always haunted him slightly, and this was probably a better ending than most of the realistic ones.

But even then, those fantasies always ended when she understood.

Valerie snapped to at the question, standing straight and returning to her facade of confidence.

“Helping. How’d they even do this to you?”

“Technus made Skulker a new gun, I think. It goes downhill from there.”

Carefully, Danny slid himself back onto the roof. He was struck with the sense that sudden moves would still get him killed, somehow. This was.. Too easy, almost.

Anxiety or not, the pain was also holding him back.

“Figures that those assholes would do this. Don’t suppose there’s an obvious way to fix this?”

“Not really? I mean… there might be something in the basement to help, but outside of that it’s not like I’ve got options beyond to sit here and suffer. Maybe see if Frostbite knows anything.”

“The basement, huh… Oh, thaaat’s why Skulker growled something out about it. Maybe we can-”

The GAV started wailing again, suddenly.

The offending vehicle was only streets away, and if he focused hard enough he could almost hear his dad yelling about having fixed something or other.

Farewell pain, hello adrenaline!

He was going to be so sick after today. He could just feel it.

“Bail!” He shouted, running back towards the ladder.

“What!?”

“Do you trust my parents not to shoot on sight!?”

The look of fear was immediate.

“Oh, god! Bail!”

In total agreement it was borderline a fight for the ladder and to get down to the first floor.

The wires hadn’t disappeared, leaving them precariously stood on the mess next to the kitchen.

“What’s your plan, Danny?! It’s their house!” Valerie hissed, eyeing him and the wires cautiously.

“WINDOWS ARE ALWAYS FAIR GAME!” He screeched, launching into the kitchen.

The voice of doubt in his head pointed out that it was incredibly lame for all his best executed moves for today to be so fundamentally stupid in nature.

Regardless, lifting the stand mixer and tossing it through the back window in one single uninterrupted motion, punctuated by the shattering of glass, was probably the smoothest thing he’d do today.

“YOU COULD HAVE OPENED THE WINDOW-”

“NO WE COULDN’T HAVE!” Danny yelled back, already launching himself through the opening regardless of potential cuts.

“WHAT?” Valerie screeched back, lingering before following suit.

“The Fenton Family Home Defense System locks the windows upon activation, with or without shutter activation! Even when it turns back off they’re stuck until you do a manual unlock!”

He was already bounding through the backyard, sailing himself over the fence without a second thought.

“Danny, in what world does that make sense!?”

Valerie was close behind.

“The one where my parents designed it! And the one where you’d then be stuck in a house with more weapons than people!”

“Danny, your parents are still nuts for locking-!”

“Losing battle! Pick and choose! Keep running!”

Valerie’s laugh was clear, like bells as they continued across town.

The stress was obviously getting to her- yet it was almost infectious. This was insane!

Eventually, well after they’d gone from a residential area back to business, he was yanked into a new back alley, Valerie still grinning as she caught her breath.

“And what about the door?”

“Also locked.”

She missed a beat before speaking again.

“So, what, not even the doors work until you do a system reset? That’s stupid.”

Danny had to laugh at himself right now.

“No, I just don’t remember the passcode! That door is pretty normal.”

“But you can’t leave without a code from the inside?”

“Normal for my house!” He giggled.

They were left with wheezing laughter over a near miss that wasn’t that funny to begin with.

Eventually Valerie’s hand left his shirt collar, moving to push him back slightly. Intimacy time over.

“Okay, Danny. Your parents are nuts and we don’t trust them not to shoot. Where are we going?”

“Well I could always hide in a dumpster again, but outside of that I don’t have any ideas. Sam’s busy and Jazz… well, is it Tuesday or is it Thursday, actually?”

Valerie gave him the blankest look imaginable for his question.

“It’s Saturday.”

… Well then!

“Okay, well, Jazz is tutoring. Probably. So she’s busy.”

“And Tucker, since you seem to trust your friends with this one?”

... What?

“Uh. At a tech camp somewhere in-”

“Got it. The basement might help, you said?”

Right, back to topic.

“I cannot stress that ‘might’ part enough. We’ve got a lot of weird stuff down there that’s come in handy in really stupid ways before.”

“Okay, well, that’s not great. You got an idea on how to get your parents out of the house?”

“Not in the slightest.” He admitted, shrugging as he spoke.

“Superb. Just fantastic. Okay, maybe we could camp at my place for an hour? At least until... or. Hm.”

Valerie finally lost her focus on him, looking to the side in thought.

Danny had to give credit where it was due that they were screwed in a different way, now.

Valerie’s fast turn saved his hide so he was certainly much farther than he thought he’d get, but there wasn’t much they could throw at his parents to make them disengage with the mess of wires Technus left behind. It was now valuable research material, at best.

Delightful.

“My place is probably for the best. Christ, that’s a distance to go.” Valerie muttered.

“Not to interrupt, but yeah actually. How are we getting there? Is your suit broken, or…?”

“Broken is a strong word. It self repairs, but yes, I’m grounded right now. And though I care about you, the huntress getting seen towing Phantom would not be good.”

There it was again, slighter than before but still present. The slight dissonance in how the situation was getting viewed.

Easy to shrug and move on though, right?

He probably shouldn’t.

“So… not to-”

“Look, we need to start moving. You’ve got a hat or something?”

“Man, I wish.”

“Okay, okay… shitty question, but Phantom can fly. Obviously. What can you do right now…?”

Uh.

“Uh. Nothing? Look, the blast- I think… Sorry, but what do you think happened? I just-”

Valerie’s eyes narrowed a touch in preemptive insult.

“Calling my explanation the abridged version gives it too much credit! I just want to make sure you understand what happened, and what you’re asking??”

Best cover he could’ve used, honestly.

Valerie cringed in on herself, obviously realizing something.

“Uhm, sorry, I didn’t mean to… Look, sorry. I know being in his body is probably really weird? But my place is over in Elmerton, and it’d be really helpful if one of us could… I’m sorry.”

She’d dodged the real question, but still managed to give the answer Danny needed.

In… this body…?

Oh. Oh boy.

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Danny's Evil Jaunt. Its Evil He Swears. Ignore the Charity. pt. 2

Hello! Im back with Part 2 Im honored that so many people were interested <3 HOPEFULLY THE COLOR STAYS RIGHT IM SO SORRY ABOUT THAT I DON'T POST ON TUMBLR OFTEN. also i have almost 0 history about Dc so if anyone wants to ramble about the charaters in the tags please do

Danny's outfit was based on @little-pondhead 's art and prompt was by @im-totally-not-an-alien-2

part: 1

AO3

Oliver Queen had thought he’d seen it all; however this Fenton guy just seems to be full of fun little gadgets. And puns. So many puns.

No one knows anything about the guy other than he’s a mechanical genius. Just magically appeared out of the blue one day with inventions that make Dr. Freeze’s gun look like a toy, claiming that ‘he’s not gonna be here long today but needs to do some field testing.’

And now here's Oliver listening to this kid(it had to be a kid, Fenton didn’t look a day over 14) ramble about how much fun he had today and that he had to come back soon(not looking forward to that). Green Arrow took a good look at the kid. 

He was short, maybe around 5’4 without the boots, and didn’t have much bulk, but clearly had a lot of lean muscle from what Oliver could tell from the fight, and black shaggy undercut hair. He wore a red hazmat suit with black gloves and red with black tinted lenses goggles. All covered with a lab coat that is definitely not OSHA compliant for mad scientist children, not with the way it was singed at the bottom and the sleeves had been torn off at the elbow, and the amount of sewn on patches - the biggest being the Fenton logo on his back. He was also lugging around a massive cannon that had Oliver bound to a lamp post with a glowing green net, but nets weren’t the only thing it could shoot, no it shot out so many things within the half hour they had been fighting that Oliver lost count. The kid also had some weird meta biology if the sharp teeth and pointed ears were anything to go on. But Oliver’s thoughts were cut off by a phone ringing. Fenton looked down and started feeling around his suit until he found his phone, a small Iphone with odd attachments with a green ghost case covered with stickers, stopped the alarm and moved his goggles up to rest on his head wincing as the rising sun shined in his eyes.

“Hoo bright. Alright that's it for today I guess! Thanks for playing with me Mr. Arrow, I think I'm gonna pick up some energy drinks and  a couple of snacks before heading home, I still need to write an English paper for Mr. Lancer and Jazz’ll finish me off if I don’t get home soon” Fenton grinned and started to punch in directions for the nearest convenience store on his phone. It was just around the corner from the street they had left the fight off on, nice. 

‘Maybe I should grab some for Sam and Tuck’ Danny thought, ‘Oh wait I forgot!’ just as he was about to turn into the store he rushed back to where he left Green Arrow, who was trying to saw his way out of the Fentnet with his knife. 

“Sorry! I wanted to do something before I left!” Fenton smiled and put his wiry arm around Oliver in a side hug and pulled out his phone and did a peace sign with the hand around Oliver. “Say Frootloops!”

Fenton pulled off Oliver and showed him the picture, Fenton had a Cheshire cat grin while he had a miserable expression. 

“Ooph, probably not your best look but I think we look cool. And really, that’s all that matters at the end of the day. How I think we look.” 

“You're a menace, what do you want?” 

“You don’t know? I’m god’s playtester and I’m here for bug testing before the rest of the world sees my inventions. Consider Star City my testing sandbox. Anyway see’ya!” and Fenton was gone down the street. 

And that was the day Oliver Queen knew that he needed to make sure that the world outside of Star City could never be exposed to Fenton. Especially the bat. If anyone found out his ego would never recover.

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To Be Alone

A Daniel Wagner / Samuel Kiszka fic

Summary: When Sam gets drunk, he's incapable of having bad ideas.

Tags: alcohol, smut, first time, unprotected sex, MDNI

A/N: wrote this for the girlies (@ofthecaravel @t00turnttrauma) directly after "deleting" a whiteclaw while being like half asleep. Heavily inspired by @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine's post (thank you for the idea, Anna). Title taken from To Be Alone by Hozier, but also a lot of inspo goes to Wicked Games by The Weeknd. As always, enjoy!! <3

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It was late. After midnight. Sam wasn’t sure how many drinks he’d chugged at this point in the night, but it was enough to make his blood buzz with a warmth that alway put a constant lazy smile on his face. The room was spinning just a little bit, but not enough to make him sick or anything. However, he knew shouldn’t stand for too long or he might not feel too good after long.

All of them were gathered in one of the green rooms, Sam not entirely sure who’s it was at this point. They had played their show well and hard, but the adrenaline of having thousands of people cheering you on as if you were a god was still coursing through all of their veins. He was sweating still despite his lack of clothing on his upper half as well as lack of shoes. He wasn’t alone in his half-nakedness; Daniel’s chest glistening with sweat as he lounged in one of the leather loveseats with a seltzer in his hand.

There was a blunt being passed between all four of them, the cigarillo between Sam’s fingers briefly before puffing once more and passing it to Jake. They all still wore their stage attire, all the rhinestones and crystals glinting colorfully in the dim lights of the green room. Sam, after passing the blunt to Jake, grabbed a seltzer of his own from the beverage cooler. Cracking it open, he began drinking from it as he made his way over to his drummer. He never understood why he was always pulled towards Daniel; it was as if Danny had his own gravitational pull that only affected Samuel.

As the cold drink turned warm in his stomach and heated up the rest of Sam’s body, none of the ideas in his mind were “bad”. So, when his urges told him to just sit himself down in his best friend’s lap, that was the best idea he had ever conjured in his mind.

“Got room for me?” Sam questioned, giggling after he asked. He would later cringe at the memory, but for now, the sight of a few of Daniel’s curls stuck to his cheeks had to be funny or else it would’ve destroyed Sam.

Danny, pulled out of his thoughts, glanced up at Sam and smiled brightly. He smiled at Sam as if he was the most precious thing in his life; Sam often didn’t remember this smile from Daniel as when it came out the most, they were both so drunk they wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. 

“Of course, Sammy!” Danny patted the vacant spot next to him, sitting up a little straighter in his seat as it to make room for Sam.

Taking another drink from his seltzer (which was for just a little bit of courage, but Sam would never admit that), Sam plopped himself down right on the thighs of his best friend. He didn’t get to see Daniel’s face unfortunately, as his back was facing it. However, he was able to hear the breath that seemed to have been punched out of his chest. 

“Sam,” he gasped, the name strained as it left his lips. Daniel, acting off of instinct alone, grabbed at Sam’s hip with his free hand. Now it was his turn to choke, Sam’s breath stuttering in his throat. If he hadn’t bit his lip, a moan would’ve escaped his mouth. But thankfully, the feeling of Danny’s tight and abrupt grip on his flesh instantly made him feel the need to nip his bottom lip.

With this grip, Daniel instinctively pulled Sam closer. That caused his back to be nearly pressed against Danny’s front. But, more pressingly, that meant Sam felt just how hard Daniel was in his pants. If his face wasn’t already flushed from the liquor, that alone would’ve made Sam blush brighter than a stop light. However, with the liquid courage flowing through his veins, Sam simply swiveled his head and smirked down at his best friend. He didn’t even have to say anything; Daniel was well acquainted with that mischievous look.

“Don’t- I just… you know how it is… playing on stage…” Sam was suddenly reminded of just how bashful Danny could get. He was the shyest one of the group, after all. However, it was rare that Danny would get this way around any of them anymore. It was a lot more common when he had first joined, but it was quickly tamped out as they all got closer. 

“Right… and no particular trigger caused-” Sam, an insufferable brat to his very core, shifted enough to get just the right amount of friction against Danny’s hard-on, “-that?”

With a quiet whimper, Danny grabbed at Sam’s hip again. However, it was quickly replaced with a growl of frustration.

“Be careful, sweetheart. You don’t know what you’re messing with, here,” Daniel warned, leaning in so close to Sammy that his nose brushed against Sam’s ear.

“And if you keep playing with fire, you will get burned.” It was said in such a low tone. Sam could’ve thought it was a rumble of thunder if he wasn’t certain it was his best friend speaking. 

Sam, only human, couldn’t help the shiver that danced across his body. His eyelids fluttered closed as he inhaled softly. On some deeply buried level, Sam knew he’d always wanted exactly this. However, there were always so many things keeping him from getting it. Now, that never sat well with Samuel. You see, he always got what he wanted, no matter what it was. And tonight was no exception.

With a devilish grin that has gotten him into more than enough trouble over the years, Sam turned his head to look at Daniel from the corner of his eye. Over his shoulder, he breathed: “Good thing I’ve never been afraid of a few burns.”

That earned Sam a breathy laugh from his counterpart. He was impressed and pleased with Sammy’s response, hoping he would play along. See, that’s the thing with Danny. He only made token efforts to protest against his best friends doing reckless and stupid shit. He would initially tell them it was a bad idea, but everyone involved knew he wanted to join them and hardly needed any persuasion to do so. 

Tonight, it seemed, was no exception.

Wrapping his free arm around Sam’s exposed torso, his black bejeweled cuffs clamped around his wrist tickling Sam’s skin as it went. He pulled the bassist taught against his chest, Sam’s ass flush against his erection that was getting harder by the minute. A breathy moan slipped out of Sam’s plump lips, his head tipping back to rest against Danny’s shoulder. Daniel buried his nose into those silky chestnut locks, biting back a groan of his own. See, he’d give absolutely anything in the world in order to just go to town on Sam right here right now, but the twins were still in the room. However, that was hardly enough to stop him from whispering the dirtiest words that sprung forth from the farthest reaches of his mind into Sam’s ear.

“Oh, Sammy, if only the twins weren’t here. All the things I’d do to you… all the ways I’d defile you…” 

Sam shivered, his eyes fluttering once more. Danny took that as a queue to continue. 

“For one, I’d rip these tight pants off you. Then, I’d fuck you so hard you’ll be left whimpering like the whore I know you are,” Daniel continued, holding back with his words if you believe it.

All the bassist could do is breathe. Truly, he was using all of his energy to not cry out in pleasure at the feeling of Daniel subtly rubbing his cock against his ass. It was delicious and torturous all at once. 

“Or, maybe you want someone to watch as I desecrate you. Maybe…” Daniel shifted his hips again, “maybe you want an audience as I force you to take anything you can get from me. Maybe you want to be watched as you get cock drunk from me pounding so hard into you that the only noise you can make is my name. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, princess?” 

Sam had to bite his tongue so hard that he nearly drew blood at the usage of the pet name. Danny knew that Sam secretly wanted to be called that for a while, Sam having confessed it to him when they were teenagers and very drunk. Now, for Daniel to remember and utilize that tidbit of information, it made Sam want to scream.

“You’re-“ Sam swallowed thickly, “you’re all talk, Wagner.”

Danny, knowing he’d been played but loving every second of the game, chuckled darkly. “Those weren’t empty promises, doll.” 

Polishing off the rest of his white claw, Daniel slammed the empty can on the table to his right before effortlessly picking up Sam. The man yelped in surprise before giggling uncontrollably at Daniel’s show of strength. Once again, this proved to be a case of “if I don’t laugh I'll lose my mind over this”. Sam knew he was on the lighter side, however he wasn’t exactly light as a feather. So knowing Daniel hardly strained at carrying his full weight in one arm, that went straight to Sam’s dick. Sam was vaguely aware of the twins asking after them, but they went wholly ignored in favor of finding a private room. Finally after finding an empty room with a lock, Daniel threw Sam down onto the couch after engaging the lock. He was on Sam in an instant, pinning him underneath his weight and caging Sam in with his arms. However, he didn’t go in for the kiss just yet. Instead, he hovered just above Sam’s lips. 

“Last chance to back out,” Danny warned, his voice sultry yet composed. 

Sam was taken aback. Did he think that Sammy didn’t want this?

“I always get what I want, Daniel,” Sam reminded him, his hands intertwining with his curls, “and I’m getting what I want.”

Daniel almost caved right there, his body betraying him and getting impossibly closer to Sam and swooping down to nearly graze his lips. A frustrated growl left Sammy’s lips, but Daniel wasn’t caving just yet. 

“You have a girl,” Daniel reminded, Sam’s girlfriend flashing into his mind’s eye momentarily. Danny cursed himself for having a moral compass right now of all times. He had Samuel Kiszka - the hottest man he’d ever witnessed in his life whom he’d been in love with since they were kids - pinned beneath him and begging Daniel to fuck him with his eyes, and yet he had to have morality at the worst time.

“….what’s her face…?” Sam breathed out, doing everything in his power to get Daniel to do something to him. He went so far as to try and pull Daniel into his lips by using the grip he had on his curls.

Daniel, pursing his lips as he felt Sam’s hard on as he shifted beneath Daniel, nodded. His face was pinched, his brows knit as he clung to any restraint he had left. 

“I don’t love her.”

Then why are you still with her? bounced around the back of the drummer’s mind, but it was nearly silent against the deafening pleas from his body begging him to give into Samuel. Sam was right there, essentially served up to him on a silver platter. Unable to resist any longer, Daniel finally caved.

He all but smashed his lips into Sam’s, feeling so drawn to him at that moment. It wasn’t all that intense at first, just your standard drunk kissing. But then, it was if a flip had switched, and they both suddenly became ravenously hungry for the other. It was like no other kiss the other had experienced. It was passionate beyond words, fiery in the best sense of the word. It was twelve years of yearning driving them to insanity culminating into one moment: it was perfect.

It escalated so fast. Within the blink of an eye, both men were naked and refusing to take their hands off the other for even a moment. It was as if they had convinced themselves that if they severed contact in the slightest, it would cause them to wake up from their dream. But it wasn’t long before Daniel was slipping his fingers into Sam’s mouth to lube them up in order to stretch Sam.

At the sensation of Daniel pushing a finger into his ass, Sam moaned sharply, but it wasn’t one of pleasure. In pure concern for Sam, Danny stopped immediately. 

“Baby, are you ok?” 

Sam, too stunned to speak, simply nodded. Knowing Daniel would need more confirmation, he gave his best friend a reassuring smile because god knew he’d do just about anything to convince Danny to keep going. It was strange, but it was Daniel. Sam knew he was in good hands.

A little reluctantly, Danny continued. When he started to receive wails of pleasure from Sam, all of Danny’s qualms dissipated. While he could’ve sat there all night and played Sam like a violin to get the notes he desired from the bassist’s throat by fingering him, his throbbing cock had other plans. It begged for attention, refusing to be ignored as each moan of ecstasy from Sam was fueling his desire further.

“Are you ready?” Daniel asked, lining himself up with Sammy’s hole. He made sure Sam was looking him in the eye as he nodded. He didn’t want there to be any room for confusion, especially when it came to Sam. He would tear up the universe and blow up the sun just if Sam asked him to, and he’d be damned if he would harm Sam in any manner. 

Sam, knowing this about Danny, made sure to look him in the eyes as he nodded his head and breathed out a clear “yes” of consent. It was part of what made Sam fall so hard for Danny.

With a deep breath, Sam braced himself as Daniel pushed himself in. He went slow as per Sam’s request, each inch that Daniel inserted himself knocking the wind out of Sam. At one point about halfway in, it became too overwhelming for Sam and he blurted out for Daniel to stop. “I need to catch my breath.” 

Daniel was perfectly ok with waiting, even going so far as to brush Sam’s hair with his fingers and praise him for how well he was doing. Sam’s heart ached. How could he have been so fucking stupid? He’d been searching for the perfect love all his life when it was right under his fucking nose. Sam wanted to cry, to scream at himself in frustration, but he swallowed that down. There was a time and place for that and it was most definitely not while his best friend was half inside of him.

Feeling adjusted, Sam told Danny to continue. Right before Daniel moved, he stole a quick kiss from Sam and began slowly pushing himself inside of Sam. Finally, he pushed all the way in. Both of them seemed to be out of breath, but that was alright by Sam. He still needed to get used to the feeling of having a monster of a cock throbbing inside of him and causing him to feel as though he was going to rip at the seams.

“You can move, if you want,” Sam indicated, his hand gripping onto Daniel's arm so hard he was sure there would be bruises. 

Taking the hint, Danny began rocking his hips back and forth slowly and methodically. He was so worried about hurting Sam that he was almost numb to the pleasure sending shockwaves through his entire body. 

Almost. 

With a hitched moan, Daniel bit his lip as he watched his cock slide into Sam, mesmerized by it.

Daniel wasn’t able to control the sudden snap of his hips as he harshly pounded into Sam, the action making Sam yelp. 

“Sammy, I’m so sorry-“

“Do it again.” 

It was a demand. Sam stared Daniel down and demanded he get what he wanted.

Something in Daniel shifted. 

He wasn’t going to take that attitude from a bratty little whore. And he especially wasn’t going to let Sam get away with his attitude.

Danny stilled his hips all together. Sam whined in protest, a belligerent and petulant look on his face. “Why did you stop??”

The deep chuckle that rumbled out of Daniel’s chest sent chills across Sam’s skin. 

“Bratty sluts don’t get what they want, princess. Only good girls who use their manners do.”

Sam, confused by how much he enjoyed being called “slut” and a girl, felt his breath catch in his throat. His eyes widened in pure surprise. He wet his lips, stalling as he tried to process what the hell just happened. 

“I’m waiting, Sammy. I can stay here and let you warm up my cock all night,” he traced his fingers down Sam’s chest, goosebumps rising on his skin, “or, you can be a good girl for daddy and use your manners. I know your mother taught you well, you just need a severe attitude adjustment.”

Once again, Sam’s brain shorted out. All this time, he thought the whole “daddy” thing was just a thing for the fans. Something to drive them wild over. He never knew it actually was a thing for Daniel. And fucking hell if it wasn’t the hottest thing ever.

In a move that made Sam’s head spin even further, Daniel wrapped his calloused hand around Sammy’s cock. At the touch, Sam couldn’t bite back the moan that ripped out of his throat. It finally caused Sam to cave.

“Please daddy, please fuck me hard! Oh my god, please fuck me until I walk funny tomorrow,” he whined, probably looking just as pathetic as he sounded. 

Daniel was pleased by this display. He finally began to move his hips. However, it was far from the soft and gentle way they started out. Danny had set a brutal pace that left Sam gasping for air in between screams of pleasure.

Sam is ashamed to admit that Daniel stroking his cock in tandem with him fucking Sam’s brains out, he came within a few minutes. He stuttered out a pathetic moan as ropes of his come shot onto Danny’s hand.

Danny wasn’t that far behind. What really pushed him over the edge was the fact that his suspicions had been confirmed: that Sammy’s infamous “bass face” was, in fact, the same face he made when he came. So the idea that he’d seen Sammy’s O-face a thousand times over while the two of them played together, it just became too much for Daniel. As he growled and spilled inside of his best friend, the thought that he’d never be able to see Sam playing music the same ever again buzzed in the back of his mind.

The two panted, foreheads pressed against one another. Danny used his free hand - the one not covered in cum - to gently stroke Sam’s face. 

“What did we just do?” Sam quietly asked, an undertone of fear in his words. Danny understood why, he had that same fear that they just fucked everything up in one night fluttering around his thoughts, too.

But instead of believing they ruined everything, Daniel elected to believe they started something. 

“Something we’ve both wanted to do for years.”

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[imtooscaredforthis]

Entrapment

Chapter Twenty One: Halftime

Mentions of: Homicidal Tendencies, Injuries, NSFW Content, Danny’s a creep Dubcon, etc.

A/N: Just more of Danny being a creepy perv ☺️

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @stwbwwwychan @vandeaad @the-fandoms-georgie @moonshineinasippycup

You hissed in pain as you wrapped the bandages over the wound on your arm. It was deeper than you expected, deep enough for you to probably have stitches. But you knew you couldn’t go to the hospital. You couldn’t say that it was an accident or something, because it was obvious you had been stabbed. As you finished dressing your wound, you sat back on your couch, holding your blankets close.

To say you weren’t scared and paranoid would be a lie. He had hurt you badly, and at one point you thought he was going to kill you. The worst part was knowing how controlling and unpredictable he was. He could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, but the moment you did something he didn’t like, Nate’s life was at risk. It was frustrating and terrifying.

Not to mention he knew where you live, and could be watching you whenever he wanted. That’s why you were staying in the living room. It had the most light, and you didn’t have to worry about what was lurking in the shadows.

The worst thing was knowing there was nothing you could do about what he did next. No matter what, he was going to choose a victim to kill next, and you could only protect Nate. If you could protect all the innocent people in Roseville, you would, but you knew it was impossible.

Despite your fear, you were not giving up. Not at all. There had to be a reason why Ghostface showed up at that house. Serial killers never return to the crime scene. They take their trophies and go. So why did he come back? It couldn’t have been just to terrorize you. There had to be something else to it.

Maybe you were starting to get close. Maybe he knew you were starting to catch on to him and his patterns. Once you figured that out, you were sure you could figure out his schedule, and then you could figure out his identity. Oh, you were getting close all right. And you knew he didn’t like it.

–

Thank god it was the weekend. If you had seen him in this state, you would be able to figure it all out. Danny slipped the bandaid on his nose, hissing in pain. It was slightly bruised, along with a part of his eye, where you had hit him.

You had punched him really hard. For a while, he thought you had broken his nose. Of course, this wasn’t the first time he had been punched on the job, there have been a few occasions where some of his victims had managed to fight back a bit. However, this was the first time he’d been punched by one of his female victims, and he didn’t know how to feel.

Angry? Yes. Aroused? Also yes. Even though you were being a little brat, he enjoyed how you fought back. He lived for it. He’s never met anyone like you.

No matter how many times he could hurt you and push you down, you’d always manage to get back up. It was impressive, as well as how you were doing a better job investigating him than the whole Roseville Police Department.

But you weren’t the only one who was smart. Danny knew what you were up to, and he wasn’t worried, in fact, he knew just the thing to throw you off of his trail, and he couldn’t wait to do it.

In the meantime, he’ll recuperate from his injuries, and prepare for what’s to come. Exiting his bathroom, he returned to his office, staring at the news clippings of Ghostface pinned all over his wall. He unlocked a drawer on the bottom left of his desk, pulling out pictures of his victims, and moved to the section of pictures he had of you.

You were by far his favorite plaything. He couldn’t wait for what he had planned for you. He moved through the pictures, going to his favorites.

One of you walking home after your friends had been murder, with a look of devastation and fear on your face. Another of you getting changed, pulling your shirt over your head, revealing your breasts and your panties, and finally, one of you pleasuring yourself.

All of these pictures had one thing in common: your vulnerability. And it was beautiful.

Danny unbuckled his belt with one hand, and held your pictures in the other. He wiggled his pants down slightly, and slid his hand into his boxers, stroking himself slowly, as he used the photographs and his imagination.

He shut his eyes as he imagined you on your knees, your pretty body all cut up, your clothes torn. You were exhausted, begging for your life. “Please don’t kill me, Ghostface, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He would purr in response, before making you suck his cock. He’d force himself down your throat, holding onto your hair tight. You would gag and cry, but you wouldn’t stop him. You’d gaze up at him with tears in those pretty eyes, hoping you were doing good enough, hoping if you let him use your throat, he’d let you live.

“Fuck.” He groaned, moving his hand faster and imagining how it would feel to cum down your throat. Like the good girl you are, you would swallow his seed, showing it to him, thinking that would be all. But it wouldn’t.

He would pin you to your bed and remove the remains of your clothing, running his hands over your soft and cut up body, making you flinch in fear and sensitivity. Then, he would push inside you, and wrap his hand around your throat, making you moan and clench around him.

He’d thrust a little slow at first, just to hear your little moans, and see how your eyes would flutter in pleasure. But then, he would move as fast as he could, making your whole body bounce and causing you to whimper.

“Ghostface- Ghostface-” You would chant through broken gasps, begging him not to stop. He would thrust inside of you as fast as he could, rubbing at your clit with three fingers and sending you over the edge. “Danny”

“Shit baby yes-” Just the thought of you saying his name, his real name as you came, sent him over the edge, groaning in pleasure, bucking into his hand, imagining it was your warm, wet, pussy.

As he came down from his high, he panted softly. Oh, he had a lot of fun planned for you, and he couldn’t wait to get started.

[nerdygirlwithanxiety]

Creeps rewrites information *not counting OCs*;

WILLIAM GROSSMAN

William was only 18 when he discover the underworld exsist. But has that " just because I see it doesn't mean i have to believe it exsist" mentalism..most likely developed it from his childhood friend Anthony

Fucking loves Christmas. Christmas = snow and snow means winter and winter means...snowboarding season

Great at snowboarding *its one of his favorite hobbies behind playing guitar and skateboarding *

You think his favorite idol would be a killer but ironically in this au he didn't get that mindset until laughing jack brainwashed him. His true idol happened to be a famous skateboarder called " Tex Eagle" his original goal before he wanted to be the greatest killer was to beat Tex's skateboarding record*s*

This said he's not really a fit guy persay he's more average. Not overweight but not under he's more of the middle. Most of the time he's lazy unless he's out doing tricks and shit *only time he's exercising *

He enjoys any kind of music but mainly listens to punk or hard metal

His voice headcanon is currently unknown

He's pansexual /demiromantic

Has a HUGE crush on Anthony but denies it completely

People call him a class clown until a fight broke out now nobody fucks with him. Infact they try to avoid him *he may or may not have almost killed someone before one of his friends pulled him back*

Despite him acting like a idiot at times he has a high IQ making him *EXTREMELY* smart. He built his first hoverboard at only 10 years

He's 5"7 like his Canon counterpoint however unlike that version his birthday is different. His dob is 6.18.01

He never was able to draw until he met the leader singer of his band *anthony obviously *

He could play any instrument but mostly prefer Guitar

His love rival is mercury black *another childhood friend in this au. Yes this is in the same universe as rwby don't judge me*

Will taunt Anthony with Christmas music every November...totally not because he gets kisses to shut him up

He was mostly stuck in the closet out of fear of rejection up until his 20s *that's how long he loved Anthony *

Nearly vomit out of anxiety when he found out about his homophobic violent grandfather Isaac

Just like in one of my rewrite au concept he's suffer from the Grossman curse *half human half demon* just didn't know about it. Only difference is Frankie isn't here to save him..

Short hair will supermarcy

Will's parents are actually very lovingly. His father is named Jax while his mother was named Mary. Their personality is basically like Madeline Fenton and Jack Fenton from Danny Phantom. Both very smart scientists that love eachother and kids. (More info on a separate post about the parents)

Has a fear of BLOOD . he faints everytime he sees at least ONE small drop

That's it for him rn. I may update this later

Frankie The Undead

Just like Canon he's just done with everyone's shit and doesn't want to deal with it

VERY sarcastic *while will's oblivious *

Thinks will's a bit naive

Hates and I mean HATES laughing Jack.

He's well aware he gets his wallet stolen from the idiots and kept extra incase after how many times they misplaced them...and his poor platinum credit cards

Both him and Dr Forenskin made a secret rebellion against Rosalyn *an antagonist you wont meet until...late...late..later on. Shes more important then Issac. Which tells you something* , Zalgo, and Slenderman.

It's a possibility that a certain grim reaper helped them build this rebellion before his " death"

Only once did he punch LJ and nearly broke his wrist *you won't know why yet*

He's secretly Anthony's guardian *kinda like how LJ is will's*

During the human realm arc ending and the beginning of the underworld arc he secretly leaves Anthony's notes on how to find the well to get to Will

Doesn't believe in redemption up until the God of redemption woke up then suddenly realized there was a habit to free all three realms and wake up the fourth.

Owns a hidden weapon room *he mainly uses twin pistols*

New design coming soon

Also has a Australian accent *same voice as mammon from the new helluva boss episode*

LAUGHING JACK

Out if pure irony broke the many walls beyond the fourth. Speaking of which he's well aware of that um...counterpart and cringes at it. So much so he nearly try to delete that universe but couldn't because of Frankie trying to avoid breaking the multiverse and tearing a hole into dimensions nearly killing everyone some point..it was before will and Anthony was born

Can and will dab for no reason

Instead of a clown he's just a shapeshifter that changes into a clown

Did canonically killed Issac just differently compare to how he originally killed him.

Wanted to torture will until he realize what his personality was like so he brainwashed and kidnapped him to his own dismay...mainly because he was bored

Absolutely hates color

Absolutely hates the rebellion but only stuck around for his little puppet

Legit if it weren't for Will as his cover the fucker would be dead by now.

Is a high level demon just not as high as Zango or slender or...HIM

He bleeds candy which was why he craves human blood and organs.

Despise clowns *ironic right?* whole reason he shape-shifting into one is because clowns are a common fear so fuck it. If it gets him victims to unalive he'll do it.

Injured will once learned his lesson immediately.

Can drive people into insanity

And since I wanna make him hateable; he thinks NFTs are hilarious and uses it to piss people off and claim it as a prank.

Legit he will fuck with everybody and uses what everyone's hates. Every. One.

This will get people excited for a underrated character;

DR Forenzik

He is still a scientist

He's basically the commanders of the rebellion while Frankie is the "leader" thinking the original leader died.

He did, in fact, Gave LJ and Will a job to mainly keep an eye on will

He has a Russian accent

Thanks to him traveling around the human realm over the years he devolped many accents and languages basically like mimicry *kinda had too if he wants to steal things from every science lab to get the shit he needs*

Would rather sleep in but everyone wakes him up so now he has that grumpy grandpa attitude like how Frankie has grumpy alchoholic uncle attitude

Cries and scream on the inside everytime will or lj breaks shit in his lab

Cringes ecerytime he hears Laughing Jack voices

" oh god its the beast that squeaks" ~ Devi from I Feel Sick *Johnny The Homicidal maniac spinoff*

Prefer classical music to help him think while experimenting.

And thats it for now. I may come up more later but for now this is it

[npcemi]

The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God Part 6: Family time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47818321/chapters/122704474

It was a half hour later and Superman, Dinah, and Constantine were discussing how the session went after Jazz and Conner left.

“I can’t believe you promoted someone who punched a client!” Clark said.

“It was involuntary mate, you harmed her brother and the king of the infinite realms,” Constantine said.

“Last I checked he did the harming,” Clark said bitterly.

“You literally asked about his death, now what did my little presentation for the JL say about asking that and what can happen?” Constantine chided as Superman grumbled his answer.  Before he further berate the man of steel something went off in his mind.

“I gotta go, Bruce is calling.”

“I didn’t hear your phone, John," Dinah said.

“I gave Brucie a totem to break if he was in a really bad supernatural situation and needed me immediately.”

“We’re coming with…” Superman declared

“No, you’re not. Something tells me that would just make things worse.” John said leaving through a portal.

Jack and Maddie came bursting in showing off their latest captured ghost with proud grins.  They were testing out a new type of large containment device that would allow them to study ghosts in real-time.

Jazz’s hands went straight to her mouth, her eyes wide, glowing, and dripping tears of rage.  Bruce turned to look at Danny who was wide-eyed as his eyes began to change, his hair whitening as he looked at the small white-haired ghost in the container.  He was breathing to try and calm himself down.

“Daddy help!” Danielle screamed as the containment device shocked her until she passed out...

All light ceased to exist in that room all anyone could see was an endless black.

“Danny no!” Jazz’s voice went hoarse as she attempted to get her brother to hear her.  However, she received no response.  She heard what sounded like a twig breaking before the entire room erupted in a torrent of ectoplasmic fire.  Now that she could see she saw something nobody who knew the phantoms would ever think possible.  Amidst the burning flames was Vlad Plasmius pinning Jack and Maddie to the wall, flames pouring off his body, eyes glowing bright red.  Danny stood before the containment device as the glass on it shattered into dust.  Bruce, Barb, and Jazz shielded their eyes from the blast.

“Wisconsin ghost,” Jack managed to choke out only for Plasmius to tighten his grip.  Danny gently pulled the unconscious Danielle out of the containment field as glowing vines began to fill the room unaffected by the flames.

The kitchen table turned into a soft bed which he set Danielle in so she could rest.  Sam and Tucker came through the front door.  Sam’s eyes were bright green as she controlled the vines to make space for her and Tucker.  Bruce and Barbara couldn’t help mentally comparing the goth to Poison Ivy.  Tucker’s entire form was glowing with an overlay of something resembling an Egyptian pharaoh and in his hand was the Scarab Scepter.  If one looked out the front door they would see a very large Cujo guard the door while growling at a very terrified John Constantine.

“Release them, Vlad,” Danny said with a coldness that was unlike his normal affect.  Vlad did as instructed and as soon as they fell they were tied up by Sam’s vines.  Danny walked over to be directly transformed.  Barb couldn't’ look directly at him, Bruce having done several missions with JLD was used to it and couldn’t understand why Clark didn’t surrender as soon as Phantom transformed in front of him.

“Phantom, you killed our son, give him back!” Maddie screamed at the white-haired entity, only for Danny to laugh in her face.

“You Killed your son when the portal opened with me inside of it!” he screamed, the sonic force of which started to tear the building apart.

“Impossible!" Jack screamed.

“Well then call me Kim Possible, because anything is possible when you have two idiot negligent parents who put the on switch to the dimensional portal on the inside of it!” he screamed,  summoning a black hole that sucked the entire building up, not even leaving the ghost portal behind.  They were all left standing in the crater by the time the black hole was dismissed.

“You were going to study the ghost you captured?” He asked sharply to which they both nodded on instinct.

“Tear her apart molecule by molecule?” Again they nodded.

“You were going to tear apart my daughter, your granddaughter molecule by molecule!” He stepped back and pointed at them, “Let's see how you like being torn apart slowly molecule by molecule,  Hestia!” He declared as both scientists closed their eyes preparing for the worst.

“They aren't worth it my King, trust me.” Bruce and the others saw a very short young Greek ghost girl with pale skin, black hair, and blue eyes in a white soft cloth dress with blue accents.

Danny looked at her searching her eyes, knowing the crown of fire never takes physical form except for extremely important events that could effect the whole of the infinite realms,  despite his rage he took her advice.  He looked at Tucker,

“Use the Scarab Scepter and wipe their memories down to their 3rd birthdays,” Danny said as Tucker nodded somberly and the deed was done.  Danny looked at Bruce,

“I hope that the offer for a place to stay is still good.” Bruce nodded as Danny looked around and counted the people one by one.

“You think you got room for six people and a ghost dog?”

“Daniel, you don’t need to include me in this number!” Vlad corrected.

“Shut up and listen to your father” Danny grinned.

“I have my own mansion!” Vlad protested.

“Be a good boy and listen to your father.” Sam chided,

“Yeah, Vladdie!” Tucker said as Bruce watched the ongoing scene, his heart lighter now that everything seemed to be working itself out.

“As long as you promise to not adopt me I think I can find the room.” At Bruce's response, Barb broke out into a loud laughter that Jazz admittedly found rather melodious.  The laughter proved contagious until Danielle started to stir.  Danny immediately went to her and picked her up into a gentle hug wrapping his ghostly tail protectively around them,

“Daddy, what happened?” She said in a groggy voice.

Thanks for reading Also here is a Text to speech with some OST  it starts when Jack and Maddie enter with Danielle in tow. 

https://soundcloud.com/npcemi/phantom-family-scene?si=a82387ad293a4ac2bcd6fafbcfa4aacd&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

[autumnfangirler]

i keep on making new sidesteps, which is fun and all but its really difficult to keep track of all of them and figure out all of their characters 💀

It doesnt help that i play favourites either LMFAO

HOWEVER. ive been stuck in philippines with very shitty/no wifi so i got plenty of time to think about them and i think ive finally gotten a semi-solid handle on cecilia so!! it is time to inflict her on the world

ive mentioned her before but cecilia rider, in all her herbo glory, truly is the ideal of fuck around and find out. she has the highest daring out of my steps and is reckless in ways that give all my other steps heart attacks. and like ive said before, cecilia is not the type of person to regret her actions, past and present. she will keep moving forward even when it hurts. nothing demonstrates that more than her relationship with the other rangers

cecilia is a hunger scar step, and by god does she hunger. she craves human connection, to have a relationship and feel loved again. the only thing that kept her from walking to the front door of HQ after her second escape was her work as a villain– she didnt want to be distracted, not when it was something she looked forward to for years.

her first reaction to meeting ortega again was excitement. she was so happy to see him, her best friend of years, and once upon a time one of her only connections to the outside world. The old jokes, banter, smiles and hugs was something she didnt even know she wanted, but when she got it again she was desperate for more. she couldnt live without it. after that, she cared so much and so recklessly, with no concern over what would happen if she did

after ortega, she ended up befriending herald (though that rooftop kidnapping was rough, she got pissed and ended up punching him djsjjdjs). it was really smooth, actually– cecilia is just a nice person, very bubbly and kind, and she loves being around herald, his thoughts made her feel warm and cared for (even if, in her eyes, he only cared for sidestep, not cecilia). plus, shes a lupin thief. i can imagine herald and cecilia discussing and debating art with eachother in their downtime. it makes me SO sad that you can only hang out w one ranger in checkpoint 4, even if it makes sense, because i think cecilia would totally go out with him for dinner for the free food and then waylay him with an "actually, im a lesbian who's going for your ex girlfriend" when he asks her on a proper date. in my heart this and the hangout with argent happened. I accept nothing else. Anyway those two are bffs and cecilia would beat the shit out of anyone who hurts him(except herself, because she did end up beating him to high hell at the museum. sorry danny lmfao)

cecilia ended up befriending chen next. actually, she never really wanted to be friends with him. she was perfectly content leaving him as the one ranger she hated. but, well, he has a dog, so she couldnt really stay mad at him, could she?

Bless spoon for all his hard work, because cecilia wouldve never interacted with chen civilly otherwise. she discovered that she actually liked walking with chen, as weird as that was, since hes at least less of a dick now. she went to walk spoon after therapy(sorry ortega) and was pleasantly surprised to find that chens quiet, more contemplative nature did well to calm her, especially since shes just a rowdy person in general. when she found out chen was gay and jealous of her, though,,,,, well, all i can say is rip chen because cecilia would never let him live that one down. i can imagine she teases him mercilessly about getting him and ortega together. chen will never know a moments peace again

and then there is, of course, argent. cecilia didnt care much for her during rebirth, up until the gala fight, where they fought eachother for the first time. she fought her fairly in the sewers and ended up enjoying it, even though argent stole her cape. from that point on, she looked forward to their fights just as much as argent did. in the bridge, she was very pleased to know that the flirting was reciprocated, and that kiss as she was very probably about to die did wonders for her heart rate. same with getting choked in the HQ. she had ample time to stop argent before it happened btw, she was just curious and then faced the consequences of her own actions lmfao

all that said, most of it was just cecilia finding her hot. she didnt really start being drawn to argent until the casino. the regenerator was the first time cecilia saw real desperation in her, a want that made her think, for once, maybe somebody could understand her. that somebody could relate to the constant feeling of need gnawing away at her. and of course, because this is cecilia, she made the most drastic decision she could think of to confirm it– she took her chances and revealed her tattoos, and herself, to argent. she had no qualms taking the subsequent consequences, and was very happy to know that the worst she suffered was a swollen lip(one that shed use to torment ortega later on anyway)

i cant explain it very well but argent and cecilia make me so jdjjjdjkkkkdj yk. theyre so similar. theyre both so stubborn, moving on from things without a second glance, because if they didnt theyd drown in it. they dont regret (most) of their actions. and most importantly to me, they can become very soft when it comes to the people they care about. cecilia is more open about it since she has more people she trusts with that part of herself, and she extends that to argent. sure she loves to flirt and tease, but shes unabashedly honest when it comes to what she feels. she accepts most things that comes her way, and the things she doesnt she isnt afraid to speak her mind about. and maybe thats what gets her on argents couch, stealing chocolate eclairs from eachother and watching sappy 70s movies. either way, shes quite happy with where she ended up.

or, shes happy at least until the crash. her canon run is a revealed ending. all of the relationships that shes built over the past few months? gone, just like that. everything shes ever wanted, everything she got, was stripped away from her a second time, which was Not fun for her hunger scar ass. she has no idea what she'll do, and shes terrified of the farm coming to take her in. for once, she regrets everything, all her actions leading up to this moment. but what can she do? theres nothing left for her, and once the farm gets her, theres going to be less than nothing.

argent saving her is probably the best thing that ever happened to her. both because she wont have to go back to the farm, and also because its a quiet confirmation that she hasnt lost everything. That she still had people she could trust. everyone else would be a long and difficult task of mending and rebuilding. but then again, when has she ever shyed away from the long and the difficult?

doing the hard thing has always been what she does best

[haysprite]

ask and shall receive

the rest of the killers. I haven't really made any progress on any of them but the inspiration for the fantasy au was my love for fairytale-like stories and how dark they can be (like the Grimm brother's tales or etc). so I mostly put characters in who would most likely fit in a fairytale au. the huntress is one of them since her story sounds like a folklore story. the wraith was once a human but he reincarnated into a spirit of a magic forest. the trapper was the son of the Macmillan house in a different kingdom (perhaps the richter kingdom). so coming up with a role for herman is hard since he's all electric but I feel like he would be a doctor while he would invent some punishments or execution devices (I got inspired by the fact that a dentist was the one who invented the electric chair).

now onto the fun stuff Julie x Frank. they had multiple fun adventures together with Susie and Joey. they travelled to many places, stole valuables and sold them on the black market, sometimes Danny and Amanda would visit them, and at one point I feel like they settled to live in a nice village, built their own cottage and started their own mini farm :). they did attend a masquerade ball and Frank cried about how pretty Julie was and they had a fun night. while they were still in the Kostenko kingdom Julie and Frank shared Julie's bed (they didn't do anything, just to clarify). sometimes they would do some silly roleplays together where they make fun of those fairytale stories. onetime when they were doing it some guy actually thought Julie was in danger and tried to "save" her by pulling her away from Frank and running away from him. she got pissed off and told the man that she was fine and that she was only pretending however the man didn't believe her so she just punched him in the nose and walked off with frank.

alright now onto the angst stuff. basically, the whole group got caught because somebody snitched on them (it was Meg) so they were all brought back to the kostenko kingdom. since Frank had committed the crime of "kidnapping" a royal family member he was publicly executed, Joey and Susie weren't allowed to be with Julie alone anymore and they rarely see her Julie was forced to marry somebody she didn't like and was kept on watch 24/7. so basically Julie's life became very miserable, she was forced to watch the love of her life die right in front of her, she rarely gets to spend time with her friends and she was forced to be around somebody she hates :(.

YEAHHHHHH HUNTRESSS!!!!!! On god it'd be so fucking funny if the Leg ever interacted with her, just big scary lady with hatchet living in the woods that would immediately befriend (or surprise adopt) Julie and Susie 🙏 Also that's honestly exactly what I was thinking Doc would be all about as well! He'd defo be into that like, torture/punishment/execution bullshit, just utilizes electricity like he normally does !

ALSOKJLFSLKJFDSLKJFDSLK !!!!!!! THOSE ARE ALL!!!! SUCH FUCKING CUTE IDEAS !!! LIKE CURRENTLY CRYIN IN THE CLUB RN IMAGINING THEM OH MY GODDDD <3<3<3 EUGHDSLKFKFDSJL ESPECIALLY THEM DANCING TOGETHER (which my HC that Frank can't dance for SHIT makes it hilarious tbhtbh) GODDDD JUST LET THEM BE HAPPY LIL IDIOTS I LOVE THEM 🛐🛐🛐💕💕💕 ALSO YESS DANNY AND AMANDA FRIENDSHIP REAL, THEY ARE BESTIES AND YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE 😌

Also I regret asking about this part now, actually /j Goddammit I like, figured this is what it would be, BUT IT STILL HURTS :(( Like oh my god, the idea that Julie finally got everything that she wanted, only for it to be taken away from her within such a short period of time is so painful oh my god 😭 My heart be broke so many times istg, I just want her to be happy </3

Godddd I've said this before but I'll say it again, I fucking adore this AU so muchhhh! Like, my own personal AUs/story ideas are typically what's on my mind, but sometimes this AU just kinda wiggles its way in there and sits there and I just enjoy thinking about it so much !!!

[evilminji]

For maximum chaos? Let's add a kidnapping! Clark was playing Super Catch with Jon. You know, as ya do. Bit o flying, throw a ball with super strength, fly after it. Catch and repeat! Good wholesome fun!

But? Uh oh!

Who is this lost, bedraggled, upset looking youth?

Flying in Metropolitan air space?

Clark better put on both his Dad AND Superman pants and make sure he's oka-*WHAM* Mmmmm plurble! Tasting colors. He's okaaay! 👍🏻

Danny, however, is NOT. Because, oh god. Oh GOD! He just PUNCHED SUPERMAN! That's like punching a cop, your dad, AND a priest at the SAME TIME!!! He's going to SUPER HELL JAIL. On TOP of everything else! He's gonna cry!

But he's still being ACTIVELY being chased and he can't just LEAVE the guy with... a concussion? It seems kinda like a concussion. OH GOD, HOW HARD DID HE PUNCH HIM!?

Then?

Then!?

SuperBOY is there.

You know, SuperMAN's SON? Small child? The baby Kryptonian? Who just saw him PUNCH HIS DAD! Oh god, kid I can explain. I am so SO sorry, and-!

But THEN? Fuckers in White show up. Attack helicopters. Why. WHY do they have attack helicopters? HOW do they have attack helicopters?! Who the FUCK is okaying their BUDGET!? This is some Bruce Banner, chasing the Hulk, BULLSHIT!

He has no time to explain.

Because?

If it flies? It's a Ghost.

Open Fire.

Over a HEAVILY POPULATED CITY MID-DAY, WHILE HE'S HOLDING SUPERMAN. Because of COURSE they fucking do! When have they EVER cared about collateral damage! He... he doesn't know what anti-ecto rounds will DO to Kryptonian biology. Especially not a CHILDS.

He's not about to find out.

Boy under one arm, Man in fireman's carry over the other, Danny and the two Supers are OUT of there. At top speeds. Does he really have the energy to burn for this? No. But it's amazing what adrenaline can do, ain't it? Protection Obsession coming in clutch, pumping out fuel even as he burns it all away.

They end up half way across the country, phasing through trees to avoid CRASHING through them, as they make a VERY rough landing in some national park.

He thinks he might be crying. That or a head wound. Might be both. His face feels wet and he feels choked up, so could be a throat injury. Don't panic. Ignore the screaming fear in your brain and DONT PANIC. It can't help and just freezes you in place. Freezing gets you hurt. Might get someone KILLED.

He digs his hacked Fenton phone out of his torso. Still kneeling in the dirt. Hands shaking. He doesn't know what to do. But he knows who he can ASK at least. To help Superman. He may not be able to help himself... but... but he can HELP SUPERMAN. Fix this.

And? Look. Jon? Jon is a smart kid. He knows he is. Everyone always looks at him and Damian and thinks "oh, the grumpy one must be the smart one, that one must be the dumb sunshine-y one". As though THAT would ever fly! Damian would never tolerate him if he was dumb! For goodness sake, his PARENTS are award winning investigative journalists!

He just likes to be optimistic, is all. See the world for all the good in it.

And, yeah, at first? He was REALLY mad. This guy PUNCHED his dad for no reason. Hurt him. But? It was clearly an accident. And the longer Jon looks at him? The more messed up the guy looks. Bruises, scrapes, poorly bandaged injuries. Bags under his eyes. Shaking hands. And... well, he's crying. Pretty hard.

He didn't mean too. He really, really didn't. He just got startled. Was already on the run from the guys in suits. Didn't expect anyone else to BE up in the sky with him. Now he feels terrible. And Jon? Jon is pretty sure this guy isn't a bad guy.

Listens as he franticly calls some dude named "Frostbite" (ice powers, maybe?) and asks what to do. Tells him about punching his dad. Dad's symptoms. That he's a Kryptonian. The guy doesn't know what to do, obviously, but? What catches Jon of gaurd? Is... is apparently the guy DOES know someone who does?

He's on speaker, so the guy can check Jon's dad. "Elder Frostfang" is apparently the only one who studied in "that area" of "the Zone"? And this guy is some "great one". Lot of vague bits and clues. Jon's cautiously gonna say... alien, maybe? Half alien? Since he recognized Dad?

Mr. Frostfang talks him through checking symptoms. And... yyyyyep. Concussion. Ouch, he's heard those suck. Jon listens carefully to the care instructions. Frostfang talks like a doctor, so it's probably a good idea to follow them? Gonna double check when they get home though.

At least the dude who grabbed them is calmer now.

He thanks the doctors and gets off the line. Jon pipes up before he can put his weird phone away. Asks, politely of course, if he can call a friend of his dad. (Not "mom" in uniform. Never mom. That's the Rule. "Mom" is a mysterious unknown Kryptonian from space. Not award winning reporter Lois Lane.) So that people don't freak out.

Also hi! I'm Superboy!

The guy blinks, exhausted and frazzled. Before it kinda connects for him. His eyes widen and he practically fumbles the phone as he all but launches he at Jon. Yes! God yes! Holy SHIT, please! He is SO SORRY for grabbing Jon like that. His name is Phantom and he just didn't want to find out if Jon COULD get hurt by the specific type of weapons the Suit Guy's were using.

Makes sense, honestly. He'd do the same.

He calls his mom.

They've practiced this. "Hi Mrs. Lane! It's me, Superboy!" (Hi mom, I'm okay, I found a phone.) He runs through the script, casual as can be. Updates her on what going on. And when she asks? Hands her over to Phantom.

And Danny? Nervous. Tired. Wants to sleep for a thousand years but know he... he CANT stop moving. Isn't sure how he's gonna get Superman to his friends SAFELY. How he's gonna protect Superboy. If Superman's friends are gonna try and turn him in. He'll... He'll still go. Because Superman needs medical help, is hurt. But...

God, they're both so NICE? Everything that everybody says about the Super's is true. They really ARE nice people. You DO feel safe around them. Like they've been your friends for years. Like you want to be BETTER because of them, to prove they were RIGHT about you.

But... but Lois Lane? Holy SHIT. SHE? Is SCARY. Like, Sam's "I want to be HER when I grow up" alter of terrifying nightmare ladies, Scary. Respect at a distance. Like you would a very VERY big tiger. P-please don't eat me Mrs. Lane, I constitute a biohazard. I didn't mean to hit him.

She knows. She wants to know if he's okay and if he's currently safe. Tell her what's going on, kid.

And?

And there is something about the confidence, the "I can handle anything" coupled with the caring in her voice. That just... finally makes him break down. It's the voice of an authority figure, who actually gives a damn, who needs information so they can make things RIGHT. And... and he's been waiting... waiting so, SO long for that?

It all spills out. Not even just hitting Superman. EVERYTHING. All the things he's been wanting to tell someone but COULDN'T. Because he's just fourteen. Just fifteen. Just running and running and now sixteen. A kid. He wanted to be an astronaut, Mrs. Lane. Eat burgers and hang out with his friends.

He's scared.

It was an accident. (In the beginning and ever since. Isn't it ALWAYS?)

It takes a few tries, because Clark can't coordinate his limbs so good right now. But he manages to land a hand on the kids knee, gently squeeze. The world may be woozy and he may feel sick, but sobbing upset teenager needs a hug. Can't do NOTHING. Jon agrees. There are GOING to be hugs happening. Super hugs.

Mrs. Lane promises she's gonna fix "this". What IS this? Punching her... friend? College? Boyfriend? She's married but like... Tucker made a REALLY good case that they're a throuple. So who even knows. But, Punching Superman.

Is she gonna fix THAT... or... or like? Everything? How... how would that even WORK?

...

......

Well, with the Flash showing up, for starters.

He nearly punchs HIM too. Oh god, they're gonna think Ghosts ARE violent! He's attacking EVERYBODY! And not in the fun way! In the "kill you before you kill me!" Way!!! Danny might cry. Again. Today sucks SO MUCH.

But the Flash just? Moves out of the way. Cause of course he does. He's THE FLASH. He moves at The Flash Speed. The guy just keeps smiling and... and talking in that "hey, it's gonna be okay" voice that you use when you're pulling people out of wrecked buildings, and... and? He's never been on the RECEIVING end of it?

More Speedsters are here, to pick up the Supers. But the big guy is just... just focused on him? Talks in calm voice and shares an energy bar when he mentions his extreme metabolism. And... and please god don't let this be a trick. Because Danny has spent so long afraid, been so CERTAIN that the Justice League would side with the GIW and...

And they're NOT.

They're good people. Real, actual heroes. Older then him and know what they're doing and... and... God he's just so tired! He TRIED. He swears! But the threats kept getting bigger and the GIW showed up and his parents won't LISTEN! And... and his grades are in the toilet! And he knows! He KNOWS that shouldn't matter when LIVES are on the line, but it DOES! It... it does.

It's too much.

And? Barry tells him it's gonna be okay. Because they're here now. Because THIS? This IS their job. He did good. Held on. He was brave. And Barry is sorry he had to do that alone.

One super speed jog and a teleport later? They are where the GIW can officially kiss the League's collective asses. Space. American government has no jurisdiction HERE. There IS no extradition unless they say so. And the League says those laws are so far beyond unethical they bring new levels to the term "war crimes".

In FACT, they plan to say that publicly.

At a PRESS CONFERENCE.

But? In the mean time? This is the mess hall and THAT is a free bed. Pick an order of your choosing. Eat then pass out or pass out then eat. Just rest, kiddo. Let the adults handle this, for once. You did it. You got to safety. And once Superman is no longer smelling blue, you can apologize like ya wanted.

Enjoy space!

(Danny does.)

Under ordinary circumstances, Danny wouldn't have resorted to throwing punches first ask questions later. But he was on the run and he was tired so when the hero sneaks up on him, he swings. Now he is on the run, tired, and has a concussed hero to take care of.

[theteasnake]

Michael Myers: Yay Halloween

His favorite word is no. It was also his first word.

Was given a whiteboard to write on and was taught sign language. Refuses to do both. Just to be difficult.

Had his first kiss with Danny. Hated it. Then proceeded to stab him for it. He tried kissing with Amanda afterwards and found he still hated it. He gave her a hug as an apology.

Aroace king. Is probably fine with being in a romantic relationship, but just... doesn't care? His head is empty except for evil thoughts.

He loves juice boxes, especially apple juice. Fruit punch is a second favorite. But if it's in a box or pouch with a straw, he will chug that shit then proceed to blow up the container before sucking in the air for a good minute.

He's very protective over the people that are close to him, and that protectiveness trickles down to people that are close to his people.

He's very aggressive towards Danny, yes. But that's only because he's over heard Danny talk about how he'd thank certain killers for choking him (including Michael). If he knows Danny wouldn't be okay with it, he wouldn't be so physical (borderline abusive).

Give him a coloring book and he's tamed for a good few hours.

I find it funny that The Entity didn't mean for him to show up, she just took Laurie and he wen't "it's a two for one package deal" and just showed up. I'm also pretty sure the Entity doesn't have any control over him, he just does whatever the fuck. However, he's a polite man and follows her rules. He may be evil but he's not ill mannered.

Give this man some Mac and cheese, and not the mushy shit.

Ate a dog once. Didn't like it. 0/10, would not recommend.

He really likes Halloween, like a lot. Aside from the fact it was the day he first committed murder, he also just really likes the spooky season. The Entity gifts him pumpkins before October so he can carve them and place them around.

Has trauma with doctors. He's attempted to kill the Doctor various times because of it.

Chucky has attempted to sneak up on him to attack him. It just led to him being kicked across the room.

Michael keeps his hair short. It's a hassle to take off and put on his mask with longer hair. He once had it longer, but immediately requested it to be chopped off as soon as it got past his ears.

One of his favorite things to do is to just say no when someone asks him to do something then just do it. Danny taught him that and Amanda is not impressed, but Michael thinks it's funny.

Lets Amanda paint his nails black to match her and Danny's.

You gotta let this man watch his cartoons. Even the Entity is too scared to see what would happen if he couldn't watch his cartoons. He likes Scooby-Doo. Especially the episode with the Spooky Space Kook.

Knows how to walk in high heels. Don't ask him how he knows. He won't tell anyone. But he can.

Frequently mumbles words or phrases to purposefully trigger Danny's echolalia.

Michael: bing

Danny: bing bong

Michael: bing

Danny: bing bong

Michael: bing

Danny: bing bo-

Amanda: can you two shut the fuck up?!

Is also probably on the spectrum? I've been seeing that head canon pop up a lot as well.

He doesn't laugh or smile. Never has. Never will. At least not outwardly. Inwardly? He does it all the time.

Dino nuggets are superior than any other shape of nuggie, and he will die on that hill.

Has once spoken to the Entity. It scared the shit out of her to suddenly hear him talking to her. She swears she almost had her version of a heart attack. And he knows this. And he is amused.

Michael: boink

Danny: bonk

Michael: boink

Danny: bonk

Michael: boi-

Amanda: oh my fucking god!

He is very chaotic evil. Much more than he lets on.

Will sometimes tell jokes. With a straight face. People thinks he's not joking, but he is. Not to make them laugh, oh no, it's so he can watch their confused expressions.

"God damnit, Michael!" "Michael, no!" "Michael, stop!" Are all common phrases said by both killers and survivors.

He's not fully mute. He can talk, it's just a lot of energy and he views it as a waste of time sometimes. It could also be because of the isolation he experienced in the hospital, that he's just used to not having someone to talk to.

Any sorta of doctor? Dead on sight. Doesn't matter if you're just called a doctor cause of your degree. Slap Dr in front of your name and he's hunting you down.

Occasionally will join PH in elementary school to just sit next to each other, in silence, to space out. Both of them view it as 'hanging out' but neither have spoken a word to each other. Michael just sat next to him one day and they both just accepted it as a normal thing. Sometimes they'll turn to each other and share a grunt.

He has to be forced to bathe, otherwise he'll stay a stinky boy. He also has to be forced to change clothes and clean his janitor outfit.

When he eats, he has to sit in front of the tv. Like, crisscross apple sauce on the ground, right in front of it.

Sometimes when he has a survivor cornered, and it's just them with no one else in sight, he'll just flip them off. Cause he knows if they say something about it to everyone else, no one will believe them.

[sakuraswordly]

Wow....Syaoran sure really suffer. Only just save one person(Sakura) and did change his life everything. Syaoran regret his path and everything when he met Velvet again. 

Sonic: "I told you before not to burden yourself" 

Someone who knows Tsubasa chronicle. You kinda know what will happen next with Syaoran right? Even Syaoran finally meet his clone self again in Tsofph story. Syaoran will lose again. This Tsofph’ story as you know. Syaoran nearly died and nearly couldn't save Sakura. Syaoran nearly lost Chester and Chester nearly lost himself(Even his heart). Syaoran nearly lost Sonic, his impotent adopt big brother. And had to make a painful decision to kill him for what was right(Sonic's existence did affect  a lot.) 

Punch: That's the reason why I'm going to kill him.

Syaoran: I don't want this to happen like the other me, Punch.

Danny: I know what will happen to them, both Sonic and Punch. That's why I make this choice, this path.

At first, Danny will do anything to save both Sonic and Punch's sad fate. But in the end, because of this choice. He nearly will lose Homura.

Peter: I'll watch you and keep you safe. We both had a sin because just want to save only one person in our lives. 

Peter nearly lost his part of the human or his original heart.(Because he nearly despair and give up everything. If not he had Punch, He will give up a long ago.Go the same with Gilgamesh too.) Also, he almost lost his dream and his goal for only one person that important in his life. For someone who knows The legend of zelda Ocarina of time. What Link do did was save another timeline but lose everything(Connection with another timeline, everything). Even he came back to his original timeline. He lost Navi even his family.

Peter nearly end up become The Hero's Spirit(Remember that Hero's Spirit in The legend of zelda twilight princess?)

Someone who knows Tsubasa chronicle. You know why Sakura Tsubasa(Real Sakura) said she can't go with Syaoran. In Tsofph story, because Sakura is Vaten Hörmulegt. She was cursed. The reason why Fei Wang Reed captured her, made a clone of her and used her power.

The name "Tsubasa". Syaoran's name is Syaoran Tsubasa and Punch had an original connection with the god of nothingness name Tsubasa. That’s why the Real Main story focuses only on Syaoran and Punch’ adventure. The name Tsubasa is primarily a gender-neutral name of Japanese origin that means Wings. A wing.(The meaning of Freedom in this story is super strong.)(Phantasia means fancy, idea, notion; fantasy. phantom, apparition. imagination.)

Remember what Illyasviel said? It's impossible to save everyone. However, you can choose one to be saved.(From Fate Heaven Feel) This sentence is what makes Syaoran, Peter and Danny need to make a hard decision.

What Yuuko san did say in Tsubasa chronicle. This is what Syaoran Tsubasa's story means in Tsofph' story. And Syaoran will show you why Sonic's existence did affect everything around him and why Syaoran never forget how important this journey is(Gilgamesh did guide him to walk this path).

[five-rivers]

Life's Great Lie 10

Okay, so.  Clint had a concussion.  A nasty concussion.  Not the worst he’d ever gotten, but he was impaired.  Probably wouldn’t be hitting any bullseyes in the next few hours, that was for sure.

However, he wasn’t nearly as impaired as he was letting his current captors believe, thank God.

(No, wait, a god was the reason he was concussed in the first place.  Screw god.)

At least, that had been his initial impression.  When one of his teenage captors disappeared in a whirl of sand and the other two had started hitting buttons that turned the… Yeah, okay, he didn’t know what he was in, but he’d seen brick.  He was pretty sure that things with brick in them weren’t supposed to turn into a blimp.  Or a jet.  Since the two remaining children (who had tied him up surprisingly well) were arguing about turning it into a jet. 

Had Barton seen some weird stuff in his time?  Yes.  Did he frequently work from an aircraft carrier that also flew?  Yes.  Had he just spent the last several days mind-controlled by a Norse deity alongside a kid who was fifty percent dead?  Yes.  Was he, Clint Barton, also incredibly strange?  Yes.  Yes, he most certainly was.

But a guy had to draw the line somewhere.  He was just debating if he should draw the line before or after the weirdly competent children simultaneously being wizards and mechanical geniuses.

… Or, now that he was starting to reorient himself, they were just using the Fentons’ gear.  Where were the Doctors Fenton anyway? 

.

Maddie Fenton squinted at her phone.  “Jack, honey,” she said, with the kind of venomous sweetness she generally reserved for Vlad Masters and Pamela Manson, “I think we’ve been had.”

Jack with an equally uncharacteristic grimness surveyed the mostly empty street.  “I think you’re right.”

“There’s been another report,” said Maddie, still squinting.  She wished she remembered how to make the words on the phone bigger.  “Park and Amity.”

Jack started for the GAV.  “Park Place?  Or Park Row?”

“Park Row is in another city, dear.”

“I was sure there was a Park Row here as well!”

“Alright, and which Amity is it?  Or did you mean A. Mitty?”

“You’re the only one who calls Alfred Mitty Boulevard that, dear.”  Maddie sighed.  “I suppose we’ll just have to check them out one by one.”

“Ha!  Well, with the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle, that’ll be a snap!”

.

The most surprising thing about all of this, mused Danny, was that his parents had yet to add to the chaos.  Uncharacteristic of them, really. 

He phased a prone SHIELD agent’s body armor into the sidewalk and pivoted to punch another in the face, bypassing their helmet and face-shield.  Come to think of it, were the ones wearing armor and combat gear agents, or were those just the ones in suits?  Not that it particularly mattered.  His job right now was just to keep anyone from getting killed.  A task that would get exponentially harder once SHIELD’s backup got here. 

“Why,” he asked Loki, when the rhythm of the fight allowed it, “are we still here?”

Yes, technically the answer was ‘we haven’t gotten Barton’s signal yet’ and, yes, he knew the real answer was probably ‘self-sabotage’ of one kind or another, but keeping everyone alive was a strain, if not on his abilities, then on his focus and attention.  There was Loki, Loki’s various minions, SHIELD, the police, random people still inside the nearby building – It was a wonder the GIW hadn’t shown up, and Valerie and his parents would be here before too much longer.  Not to mention—

“Phantom!”

There was a slight pause in the gunfire. 

Danny looked up to see Valerie Gray, Iron Man a growing red streak in the sky behind her.  His secret identity had been a very secondary concern since Loki snatched him, a lost cause, really, considering this fight, but the only way Valerie would have gotten the memo this fast was if someone told her. 

… Maybe Danny would pretend to be mind-controlled a little longer than strictly necessary, for the purpose of punching a certain few SHIELD personnel.  Namely, Fury and Coulson.  He felt like he deserved it.  As a treat. 

“Hi, Red?” tried Danny, knowing that he was just trying to delay the inevitable.

“What,” demanded Valerie, calling up her biggest gun, “do you think you’re doing?”

“We need to leave, now,” said Danny.

Loki grinned.  “But the fun’s just getting started!”  He multiplied himself, which was the ‘we’re leaving’ signal, and Danny disappeared. 

Valerie fired the gun, which was honestly really unfriendly of her.  What had SHIELD been telling her?

Finding the real Loki was easy.  Danny had experience at this point, and a touch was all it took to make him invisible and intangible, too. 

“Do you think Barton’s gotten what we need?” asked Loki, airily. 

“I think Barton’s been caught,” said Danny, flatly.  “If we came to draw out my parents, it hasn’t worked, and the only reason I can think of why it wouldn’t work is if they got distracted by something else.”

“Like Barton breaking in prematurely.”

“Yeah.”

“Pity.  I suppose we’ll have to—”

And this is where Danny was revealed as just as self-sabotaging as Loki, because he had neglected to remember that Valerie’s equipment could pick him up while invisible.  Unfortunately, the fact that he did know that combined with his sharp reflexes meant that he was able to shield himself and Loki from the blast. 

“Oi!  Red riding hood, can you see them in all this?”

“What did you just call me?”

And there was Iron Man.  Lovely. 

“Red, can you point me at them or not?”

“Come on,” said Danny, tugging on Loki’s elbow. 

“But this is entertaining.”

“It’ll be a lot less entertaining when your brother and Captain America get here.”

“Oh, very well.  We’ll go.  To Fentonworks.”

“Oh, come on—”

The sandstorm blindsided them, literally and figuratively, the heat of cutting through Danny despite his intangibility.

“WHEN I FIND LANCE THUNDER,” shouted Tucker, voice supernaturally loud and deep, “I’M GOING TO KILL HIM.  HE KNOWS HOW MANY DIFFERENT PARK AND AMITYS THERE ARE!”

Ah.  Heck.  Duulaman.  Why did Tucker have Duulaman’s scepter?  Were they trying to solve mind control with different mind control?  That was a terrible idea. 

… But admittedly about on par with Danny’s current plan.  Darn it.  There really weren’t a lot of better options out there.

“Oh,” said Loki, “I didn’t know there were any humans who still practiced the arcane arts!”

“Uh huh,” said Danny, pulling on his core to cool the air around them and gritting his teeth.  “That’s Tucker for you.  This is going to be fun.”

“And by fun you mean…?”

“Absolutely miserable.  You’d better hope you’re as good at magic as you think you are.”

“He hasn’t seen us yet.”

Sand swirled around them and deposited them on top of a sand dune directly in the middle of the Park and Amity crossing.  A few of the SHIELD vans had turned to stone, and others were slowly dissolving into sand. 

Tucker was still, mostly, in his normal clothes, but gold bangles were wrapping themselves around his right arm and his beret was looking awfully Nemes-like.  His eyes glittered red, accentuated by kohl. 

The scarab jewel on the end of the scepter flashed, and Danny felt a tug on his mind. 

.

“How dare you,” hissed Loki, reasserting his control of Phantom with a twist of his staff.

“How dare you,” snapped the dark-skinned boy.  “He’s mine.  He was mine first, and you have no right to him!”

“I have every right!  I am a god, you pathetic sorcerer!”  Loki called on his magic, and on Phantom’s blanketing the sand with ice. 

“You?” sneered the boy, tilting his chin up.  “You think you are a god?  I am Nebmaatre Djedamun, called Duulaman!  I am the Son of Ra!  The Son of the Sun!  I have lived and walked through the Duat and returned, as Osiris!  Who are you, foreigner, to take what is mine?”

The ice beneath Loki began to steam, and the sun burned down from directly overhead, a position it should not be in under any circumstances at this latitude on Earth. 

So.  That was how it was going to be, was it?

“I am Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief and rightful king of Asgard.”  He bared his teeth and called up his armor, scepter growing into a full staff, the false sand desert morphing into an equally false vista of ice.  “Let’s see if you’re worth my time.  Human.”

 .

It turned out that extended desert-based trauma and resultant obsessive sand-proofing of technology was good for something.  That something was freak sandstorms caused by strangely glow-y teenagers.  Who knew.  Not Tony, that was for sure. 

“Hey, Red, you okay?”

“I’m fine,” hissed the girl – and Tony really had to have words about whoever was setting SHIELD policy regarding the recruitment of teenagers, planetary threat or not – doing something that had her hoverboard zooming back to her, shedding sand as it went. 

“Great,” said Tony, “you know this new guy?”

Red was silent, and Tony wished he could see her face through the tinted visor of her suit.  “I know the kid, not the ghost possessing him.  I’ve never seen any of them use sand like this before.”  She looked up.  “Or the sun.”

Yeah, whatever was going on with the sky was throwing Tony for a loop.  Sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic, yadda, yadda, yadda, like he hadn’t heard that spewed in his direction a few hundred times.  Thor made him believe it a little more, though.  There had to be some explanation behind all the freaky stuff he could do. 

The sand was abruptly replaced by a blizzard, and Tony pulled the girl to the roof of one of the buildings just in time for the river to melt into a gleaming river, its banks thick with reeds and flowers.  The river rose out of its bed, sporting fangs and scales, eyes sharply green.  Sand sizzled against its clawed feet and the plants wilted and burned.  The good thing was, there didn’t seem to be any actual people down there, beyond Loki, Fenton, and the new kid. 

The possessed new kid.  More mind control.  Just what they needed. 

“Any way to un-possess someone?”

“Shoot them with one of these,” said Red, lifting a gun Tony was pretty sure she hadn’t had before.  He had no idea where she had gotten it from.  Neat. 

He reached for it.

“Nuh uh,” said Red.  “This stays with me.”

“Okay, little Red, I don’t know if you’ve noticed—"

“Here’s how this’s gonna go,” Red interrupted him.  “I’m going to go take down Phantom while those two are distracted with each other.  You cover me.  Once I’ve got Phantom, I’ll shoot the ghost in Tucker out, and you and SHIELD have a clean shot at Lorry or whatever.”

“And I’ll be way better at covering you if I have a weapon that can actually do damage to these guys.”

“I don’t have time to argue with a stupid billionaire—”

The building they were standing on turned into a sphinx, and moved, dumping them at its feet.  It leaned close and growled, eyes glowing.  Both Tony and Red fired at it, their weapons leaving craters on its face.  It only made it flinch. 

Then lightning cleaved the sky. 

“It’s about time!” shouted Tony, ignoring Jarvis’s comment about the rising temperature of the sand for the moment. 

Thor jumped up on the rubble that had been the sphinx and shrugged.  “The directions were very confusing, and there is strange sorcery on this place!” 

“No kidding!  Where’s capsicle?”

“Captain Rogers was taking the plane with the Widow!”

Next to him, Red started to move again.  “You’re not a ghost,” she said. 

“Yeah, he’s an alien, get with the program.  Are you sure you can take care of Fenton?”

If Tony hadn’t been looking for it, he wouldn’t have caught the split-second hesitation.

“I’ve fought him before,” said Red. 

That didn’t mean anything by itself.  Tony had frequently fought gravity, the ground, and chemistry during pre-horrible-kidnapping benders.  That didn’t mean he’d ever had any chance of winning.  Still, he supposed they had to take it.  There weren’t any other options. 

“Come on, Red, you know I was always holding back.”

Feeling like he was in a cheap horror movie, Tony looked to the right to see Danny Fenton. 

.

Delight was almost certainly the wrong emotion to be experiencing at the moment, but Danny wasn’t exactly in what he’d describe as a proper state of mind.  Besides, Tucker’s giant lens was really cool.  Danny hadn’t known that a lens made out of illusions could focus light like that, but it was logical enough.  Most illusions probably were just bending light, at their base.  Although why he was going through the steps of creating a false sun, the fake lens, and aiming, Danny didn’t know.  Wouldn’t it be easier to just create lasers or something like that to begin with?

“There is something wrong with the people on this planet,” hissed Loki, ripping the lens to shreds before it could melt through Danny’s ice shield.

“Well, yeah,” said Danny.  “But I’m not sure you can generalize what’s wrong with Tucker to the rest of the planet.”  He leaned as heavily into his ice powers as he dared in human form, which was actually quite far, and used telekinesis to bat away a pair of animate statues. 

Arctic cold and equatorial heat pushed together in the air, swirling into clouds.  Lightning forked from the sky.  Danny caught a bolt and swung it to the side, glassing the sand under him. 

Tucker was looking up at the sky, teeth barred.  “Who dares strike against my people?”

Oh, Tucker really was a great friend.  But fighting Thor really wasn’t a good idea—Assuming the lightning was Thor arriving, and not a random weather phenomenon caused by three people with superpowers playing with the laws of physics.

Good distraction, though. 

Danny appreciated what Tucker was—Well.  What he assumed Tucker was trying to do, underneath the past life personality takeover.  Rescue him, and all.  But Danny did have his orders.

Loki’s mind control and Tucker’s were different.  Loki’s was focused and direct, while Tucker’s diffused like dust on the air, subtle but insistent.  Loki’s staff was of this world, powered by something native to this part of the universe.  Duulaman’s was laced with ghost magic.  Loki’s drew on something primal, something that brushed at some fundamental force Danny could only guess at.  Duulaman’s control was woven, carefully, from ancient spells layered on one another like steel folded over and over. 

Tucker’s pull on Danny’s mind wasn’t negligible, but Loki’s control of Danny was stronger.

Also, this couldn’t possibly be healthy for Tucker. 

“Tucker!” shouted Danny, over the howling wind.  “Snap out of it!  Don’t let Duulaman make you do this!”

The expression on Tucker’s face was offended and incredulous.  Danny would have liked to laugh but the fate of the world was at stake here. 

“That’s what I want to say to you, idiot!”

“Hey, I’m not doing this willingly!  Why do you even have that?  You know what it does to you!”

“Forgive me for wanting to get the big guns when my best friend is shanghaied to lead an alien invasion!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not leading it, that’s all him!”  He gestured behind him in Loki’s general direction. 

Oh, and there was Thor.  And Iron Man.  And Val.  Oh, they really did have to get out of here.  Danny didn’t think he could handle all this while still in human form.  They looked like they were having some sort of planning session over by the sphinx, but he didn’t think that would last all that long.  On the other hand, it looked like Loki was sneaking up on them, so that was about to become very interesting.

The sensation Danny was coming to associate with Duulaman’s magic spiked as Tucker tightened his grip on the staff.  “His arrow minion shot Jazz.”

Danny froze.  “Is she okay?”

“She’s not bleeding to death, if that’s what you mean,” said Tucker. 

Danny expanded the list of SHIELD agents he wanted to hit to include Barton.  He probably wouldn’t hit him, given the mind control, but he wanted to. 

“Look,” said Danny.  “I do have a plan.”  One that was, admittedly, falling apart rapidly. 

“Which you haven’t told us beyond trying to use us for shopping!” 

The influence of Tucker’s magic on Danny wasn’t as strong as Loki’s.  But that didn’t mean it was nothing. 

Danny gritted his teeth.  “That’s because the stuff wasn’t for me to use, it’s for you.”

And then Tucker was hit by one of Iron Man’s repulsor bursts.

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In Tony’s defense, he still wasn’t used to the illusion thing, and he wasn’t the only one who had fallen for the fake Fenton.  He hadn’t meant to hit the kid with the staff, and given a few minutes out of battle, he’d probably feel bad about it. 

He also hadn’t realized how angry Fenton would get about it. 

The boy’s body flickered and his eyes started to glow with a radioactive light even as the rest of him seemed to fade into shadow.  The air got cold and heavy. 

And then the quinjet arrived, laying down cover fire between Phantom and Tony.  The feeling vanished as Fenton threw up a shield, protecting himself and Loki.

And then, because the day just had to get weirder, a blimp with Jack Fenton’s face on it showed up and started shooting at the quinjet. 

And then an absolute monstrosity of a vehicle, an unholy cross between an RV and a tank, barreled over the top of a nearby dune and started blasting everyone.

Between defending himself and trying to keep the poor unconscious kid from getting shot again, Tony was just barely able to see Phantom grab Loki’s arm and phase into the ground.  What he wouldn’t give to be able to get out of stupid situations so easily. 

Finally, proving that the only god of this world or the next was Murphy, a green-tinged energy bolt went wide, soaring over the sand, the ice, and several streets’ worth of intact buildings to ping off the bottom of the helicarrier and somehow short out all the camouflage panels. 

The fighting stopped as the blimp turned into a jet and zoomed – complete with sound effect – away, and the Fentons seemed to realize who they were firing at. 

A blond civilian Tony had somehow missed in the chaos staggered into view, followed by a bedraggled cameraman.  “Yes!” he said, hands raised in jubilation.  “Yes!  Now this is some freak weather, baby!  Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been able to report on the weather?  This is the best day I’ve had all week!”

Before Tony had any time to process that, Maddie Fenton got out of the Monstrosity (which was quickly becoming capitalized in Tony’s head), calmly walked over, and slapped the man across the face.  She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to her level.  “Do you have any idea how many Parks and Amitys there are in this town?”