#Danny is definitely older twin now

[trainer-sean]

I just got one thing to say

SWEET HOME ALABAMA

Trope blender strikes again!

Since the formation of the Justice League Dark to deal with supernatural threats, Diana had been acting as the team's 'Superman' for lack of a better term.

It was, however, not a position she was entirely suited to, as ironically enough when engaging supernatural threats she was better suited to the same role that Batman played in the Justice League, engaging with superior training, tactics and specialised tools while also acting as battlefield tactical command.

With the lack of any other candidates however, she made do. But not for long.

Thanks to a wandering little girl, Diana had gained a new cousin and uncle who were refreshingly free of the hubris of the Greek pantheon, as well as an unexpected (and terrifying) meeting with her Grandfather who was far different from the stories, she supposed death and a few millennia would calm someone down. She was pleased however to add some paternal family members she could enjoy calm moments with.

Her Uncle was willing to help, however his backlog from the previous King in addition to the repairs and ongoing negotiations for reparations with the United States government made her feel guilt for placing further demands on him.

Her younger cousin however was more than happy to "get out of the house", her Father's comments about the expansiveness of a TARDIS castle completely ignored.

Ellie was already training with her old friend Pandora (So many happy reunions) so Diana was more than willing to take her to Themascerya for an initiation to the Sisterhood of Amazon's. Danny was ecstatic that his daughter was making friends.

Now Ellie as Banshee is JLD's front line fighter and Diana is the tactician, a dynamic duo of their own. Diana is so proud of her little cousin.

Which is why today was very..... Strange.

~

Basically the JLD have to head to the Watchtower for some threat, Ellie is super pumped because SPACE and Diana is excited to take her smol bean cousin to the Watchtower for the first time.

Batman and Co arrive and Drama TM occurs because "Holy shit that little girl looks like a Talia with blue eyes", Damian starts accusing and mouthing off, Ellie freaks because her Dad has warned her about the League of Assassins, so she freaks and bails.

Diana is explaining who Ellie is, how they're related when Uncanny Valley Danny in human form comes out of a portal in his "Royal Casual" work attire. Loose jeans,button up with vest, fluffy slippers with a coffee mug in hand. He's facing Diana, paying 0 attention to who else is there beyond "cool space station".

"Hey niece, why is my daughter running through my castle screaming about killer birds?"

"Ah, I believe she is referring to Robin being a former member of the League of Assassins." Diana replies.

Batman and the rest of the Justice League are tense, assessing this possible ally who RADIATES power and death. Anyone affected by death can feel it like static in their teeth during a lightning storm. Those who have been into the Lazarus Pits feel safe yet the overwhelming urge to KNEEL BEFORE YOUR KING.

"Well shit, someone actually escaped from the Fruit Loop Supreme? Anyone who gets away from my asshole grandfather is alright by me." Danny replies as he turns to look at the various heros, taking a sip from his mug.

"Danyal?" A faint hopeful whisper as Damian takes his mask off to look at his Brother (HOW, HOW? HE LOST HIM HE'S HERE HOW?) His dead twin somehow here and changed so much.

*Slurp*

"Well shit, didn't expect this."

This entire time Bruce's brain is making crunching noises.

It's not the extra son that's apparently God of the Afterlives. It's not the granddaughter.

Diana is his son's niece. Bruce had sex with his grand niece. Barbara is right, he needs therapy.

[sistertotheknowitall]

A Stray

As the siblings made their way up to the shared apartment (having to take the stairs cause what shitty apartment complex had a working elevator) Danny questioned Jazz on her late night.

Danny had just got off work late and he was surprised to run into Jazz at the entrance of their building. Now, Danny wasn’t naive, he knew Jazz could take care of herself and he pitied the poor Rogue who crossed her on a bad day. (It didn’t stop him from worrying just like his having powers didn’t stop Jazz.) Yet, it was well after eleven and she wasn’t one to be out after ten pm, partially because this was Gotham but mostly because she liked sticking to a routine.

Jazz shrugged, “I got caught up working on an assignment, didn’t realize the time.”

Danny looked at her closely, ‘didn’t realize the time’, yeah right. Like he said Jazz stuck to her routines when possible. As he continued to stare, they got closer to the door and the blush on Jazz’s face (previously attributed to the cold night) deepened. She shoved her key into the lock and -

“You were with somebody,” Danny declared.

With a sigh that came only from the soul of an eldest siblings Jazz let them both in. “Yes, Danny. I was with someone and you will mind your business until I decide if it’s going anywhere.”

“At least give me a name.” There came another sigh, “his name is Jason.” “….. that’s such a boring name.” “Danny.”

A door slammed and they both turned. Ellie was standing in front of her bedroom, her eyes flickering from them to the bathroom door across the hall. The three all stood in silence as she seemed to make a decision. Taking the two steps required to enter the bathroom, she called, “you two are back late.”

“Yeah, long shift and Jazz had a date.” Jazz shot him a quick glare before turning a worried look to Ellie, who was making her way back to her room with the first aid kit. She looked fine, still, “are you okay?”

Ellie paused and looked at her older siblings, confused, “yeah? Why?” Danny gestured to the first aid kit. Ellie looked at it then back to them. She shrugged, “yeah, it’s not for me.” She then went into the room and re-shut her door.

Jazz was going to loose lung capacity if she kept sighing like that. With one hand in her hip and the other pinching the bridge of her nose, Danny thought she definitely looked the part of his and Ellie’s parental figure. Not that Danny needed one, he was eighteen- thank you very much. Still Jazz had always been more of a mom in several areas where Maddie had lacked.

“Her and those strays she keeps being home.” It was Danny’s turn to shrug, slightly amused, “five bucks says it’s a squirrel again.” He followed Jazz to Ellie’s room where she opened the door. “Ellie, I’ve told you before. I love that you want to help-“

They both paused because there on Ellie’s tinny twin sized bed, bleeding from a gash on his side, was a Robin. And not the avian kind.

Ellie had also paused in her attempt to clean the wound and was staring back at her siblings. The Robin didn’t seem conscious and just let out a broken groan.

Danny, from where he was looking over Jazz’s shoulder, was the first to speak.

“Well that’s not a squirrel.”

[jessilynallendilla]

DPXDC DANNY AND DAMIAN ARE SIBLINGS FIC REC

TITLE/LINK RATING COMPLETED-WORD-COUNT SERIES

DP FIC REC HOME POST

let me know if the links aren't working and feel free to suggest any

DEMON SIBLINGS 

Off With [The Demon's] Head  T SERIES 

As it turns out, Damian is not Talia's firstborn. Not her first child, not her first son. This would not be so horrible if Talia's actual firstborn hadn't been stolen from her as a babe. But he's alive. And he's not alone. As it turns out, Talia is a grandmother. She takes this news surprisingly well. If only Damian did the same. 

The Devil's After Both Of Us  T 6,143 SERIES 

Growing up, Danny's parents had drilled it into him and Jazz the dangers of summoning rituals. Unlike something like a natural portal or the one they built in the basement, a summoning ritual brought ghosts to you without any clear way to send them back home. After Danny's accident, he hadn't thought he needed to worry about summoning rituals anymore. After all, he kind of had his hands full with the whole "Ghosts are real and attacking him and also he's half-ghost now" thing. However, once Danny took up the crown of Ghost King, he found himself having to deal with summoning rituals from the other side. It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't constantly confronted with ghosts of a past he had shoved deep down in his heart. 

Leap Before You Think  T 

Away from his friends and sister for the first time since the Accident, Danny struggles with loneliness and memories of another sibling. A few states away, Sam finds someone oddly familiar at a gala her parents force her to attend. 

Hey Brother  G 3,371 SERIES 

Danny was fourteen and Damian was now seven. And every day he wondered how his little brother went from a cute, giggling baby to a brat out of hell. or: 5 Times Damian Refuses to Call Danny by his Name and 1 Time He Does. or: We're bringing back the classing fanfic trope! Danny dies and gets reincarnated as Damian Wayne's older brother. 

Everything Is Something To Somebody  T 

After being outed to his parents and hunted down by an officially-lost-it Vlad, Danny finds himself down one home, two parents (who had gone full blown Hunter on him), a stable life and education, and a lot of blood. The only thing he had going for him was that the weird British guy he'd landed in front of seemed nice. Maybe he wouldn't turn him over to the Hunters. Meanwhile, Alfred just found a meta clone of Young Master Damian bleeding out in the Foyer, and is definitely Not Freaking Out. 

Seeds Of The Father  T 

Maddie Fenton had been out of the game for years. She had escaped her father and left the League of Assassins behind. But what is she going to do now that her sister has dropped a traumatized child into her lap? 

Birthright  T SERIES 

Now that Damian knew Danyal was alive he would do anything to keep him by his side. Anything. 

A Phantom's Perch  G 

Danny is on the run after his parents find out about phantom. He and Jazz end up in Gotham city where they run into a familiar face. 

King Daniel Aidan Phantom Of The Infinite Realms  T SERIES 

Basically my take on a Damian&Danny Twin AU, idk I'm bad at summaries. 

Tell Me To Stay  NR SERIES 

a summoning leads to familial reveals 

We Don't Have To Dance  T 21,739 

Danny's lost basically everything. After escaping his parents he flew as hard and fast as he could. Why did his core pull him to Gotham? And why did Robin look at him like that? 

Undead (Technically) Demon Twin  G 

Ra al Ghul had a daughter named Talia. Talia had a brief(ish) relationship with Bruce Wayne that resulted in twins Damien and Danyal Al Ghul. They grew up in Nanda Parvati, only really getting to hang out with each other if they were training or fighting. Danyal found out only one of the twins was going to be allowed to survive as Ra's heir, the other would die. Danyal did not tell Damien about this and handled it the only way he knew how.  He convinced Ra to send him on a mission, made the mission go horribly wrong, wired a building to explode, killing everyone else who had come on that mission with him, and left enough evidence for everyone to believe he perished in the blast.  From there Danyal changed his name to Daniel and got himself adopted by the Fentons. Things went about as well as things can go with ghost-obsessed parents and he ended up a half a through a freak portal accident.  Things went okay for a few years until the Fentons (the adults) found out, freaked, trying to kill him/Phantom.  Daniel fled and ended up in Gotham, found out his twin was a Wayne and didn't tell said twin he was alive. Shenanigans and a bit of robbery ensue. 

Blood Sons  T 3,677 SERIES 

Damian is confident he is the only blood child of Bruce Wayne because Talia killed any potential child of Bruce's alongside their mother. Bruce finds out years later at a gala. 

Hey, Who Is Damian?  T 

Ellie comes to Danny after she started having dreams of Danny’s memories, all of it seems pretty self explanatory until she had blurry visions of an identical boy named Damian Al Ghul. 

Family Wounds  T 13,130 

After Damian goes missing, it's all hands on deck to find him except the search turns up his duplicate in a nowhere town in the Midwest. But who is this person and was Talia hiding more than one child from Bruce? 

Origins (Pt. 1) Damian  G SERIES 

Damien had a twin, but the twin was killed. so sad. I'm going to try to update regularly but days blur together. Damien learns how to be a person. He wants to make his family proud and to fulfill his and his brother's dream. 

Family Means No One Gets Left Behind  T 

danny is damian's older brother and the reincarnation of fenton-phantom who remembers his old life and has some of his old powerset, but loves his family So Damn Much and wants them safe and sane again 

1(800) Adoption Papers NOT Needed! Its A Two For One Special! ( 1POV Version )  T 105,884 SERIES 

Dami thought Danny had died. Mother even told him so. So why is it years later that Danny calls for help While proceeding not to explain what he actually needs help with, is causing him so many problems 

Memories Lost In Time  M 

Danny just wants to play video games with his friends. He didn't ask for the ghost attacks to ramp up and utterly destroy his sleep schedule. But, it's fine. So long as everyone is safe, it'll be fine. But, why does he feel like he's missing something? Damian thought he'd grown used to abrupt changes in his life. But, when he sees a ghost of someone he knows has long since past, he's thrown off guard. It couldn't be him, could it? 

Surprise, It's Twins  T 

Bruce just wanted to know more about the new Ghost King and perhaps gain an ally, so why does this teenager look like his son? Why is Damian adamant his twin brother died when he's standing right in front of him? Danny wasn't expecting to see his birth father standing in his kitchen, but now that the ghost was out of the bag what was his next move? 

Two May Keep A Secret If One Of Them Is Dead  M 

He refused to be rushed. “Anyway, I decided to look more into the Wayne family, and there’s one kid that looks exactly like you, Danny.” Tucker flipped his phone around for his friends to see. “His name is Damian Wayne. He’s our age.” Tucker watched his friends for their reactions. Sam reached out for the phone so she could get a closer look. Danny…Danny stiffened, almost imperceptibly, before he fell into a fake relaxed stance. Danny's been keeping secrets. It's driving everyone mad. 

Hauntless King  NR 

When Danny first met JLD he was barely 17 and Amity had been gone a little over 7 months, now he was a month and a half away from turning 18. Most of the people of Amity had survived, but they had scattered due to the ecto contamination caused by his parents' portal exploding. They hadn't taken the news about him being Phantom well, and the fight that had happened led to damage to the portal that had caused a melt down. 

Some Kind Of Miraculous Bind  T 

Damian Wayne is the heir to the Bat, the Blood Son. Except, he wasn't always the only blood son. There was another, younger heir once, before Damian had left the league and his brother hadn't had the chance to join him. There was one alive heir to the Bat, and a second one, secret to all but him, that was gone. Danny Fenton is already tired of being the Ghost King. Not even six months into his reign, and he's having to deal with ectoplasmic leaking past Amity's borders and new, unknown threats against his people. And the fact that Gotham, the one city that he had mentally marked as off limits, seems to be where most of the problems are isn't helping. 

An Awkward Family Reunion  G 1,280 

Damian hates magic. Especially when a crazy magician decides to summon the ghost of his dead relatives to murder him. Including the brother he never mentioned to anyone. 

Different In Appearance And Personality  G 3,265 SERIES 

Damian wasn't the only one that Bruce decided to take and adopt from the League of Assassins, as it turned out Damian had a younger brother. Although it might not be his kid this time, he would never leave the poor boy with the evil league. What he didn't expect was how different the two siblings were, even though they were raised in the same place. 

Older Brother [Title Is Still To Be Determined]  NR 

Damian and Danyal never have the same lessons. Damian and Danyal never have the same teachers. Daniam and Danyal never have the same missions. Damian and Danyal never have been treated the same. And for all Damian have ever experienced. He always thought that he was treated the worst. 

I’ve Been Erased Yet My Shadow Remains  M 10,835 SERIES  

Danny and Damian al Ghul are twins, separated for years. Now, a 16-year-old Danny, injured and afraid after his parents found out what he was, with nowhere else to go; only wants his twin brother. So he travels to Nanda Parbat to find Damian, who he thinks is still a part of the League of Assassins. A 16-year-old Damian travels to Nanda Parbat to steal the weapon Ra’s al Ghul has been making and finds someone he never thought he’d see again. 

Gone But Not Forgotten  T 

Danny Fenton's life sucks, somewhat. He has an amazing sister and friends but his parents are getting suspicious and G.I.W. are closing in. He is running out of excuses and there is only one person who could help. His sister would move mountains to save him, would his brother do the same? 

Acid Eyes  NR SERIES 

Danny remembers when he was a child, hugging the only person that ever gave him any comfort, his twin Damian. But Danny gave that up for his brothers safety, he was Damian’s shadow, meant to be a viper in the dark. So when he left and let his death stay like that from the advice of his mother, he ran away to Amity Park. Now, he has to run away from Amity before the Fenton’s can destroy him after they find out his identity as Phantom. Having nowhere to stay, and still away from his brother with a plot brewing from within Gotham, how will Danny learn to live and still protect his brother, especially with the bats around. 

Persephone’s Pearls  T 42,904 

When Danny came to live with them, he had no real memories of his past. That didn't mean he didn't know anything, though, and what he did know he had shared with his very-willing-to-learn sister. Everything from a strange fighting style to a language. Years later, Jasmine overhears a boy bitterly talking about socialites under his breath and immediately reprimands him, only to realize it's not her brother. It's Damian Wayne. Speaking the League of Assassin's dialect. Who now has to worry about assassins at the art gallery. Jokes on him, they're there to be thieves. And long lost twin brothers with amnesia. Cause nothing's easy. 

Facing His Demons (Or The Demon’s Grandson)  T 

Danny is forced by circumstances out of his control to reconnect with Damian, the long lost twin he’s been purposefully not contacting due to Trauma. 

Forgotten Demon Twin  T SERIES 

Damian forgets he has a twin brother who had been exiled when they were seven. It's time to go pick him up and take him off the assignment. Danny just wants to be left alone in his little city so he can protect it. He doesn't need to be around the twin brother who never talked to him except to belittle him when they were younger... and he definitely doesn't need to be followed by the furry brigade. 

Death Just Can't Seem To Stick  T 

Damian killed Danny (birth name Damon) when he was six and Danny was 10. But death doesn't seem to want to stick.  

The Fenton Twins  G 15,151  

The Demon Twins are unique in the League of Assassins, being the only children. With no precedent to guide their tutors, it's recommended that they have a mission together before their first solo ones. Jasmine Fenton finds two amnesiac boys in a park, not one. This changes the timeline irreparably. Now the pair are just fourteen, and a suspicious car accident has taken their adoptive parents from them. But Damian Fenton has a secret; his memory had returned to him several months prior, when Danyal had his accident in the ghost portal. With his knowledge, the twins and their adopted - but very important, very close, deeply protected - sister decide to make the trek to Gotham in the hope that Batman is willing to take them in. That's not the only thing to hope for, of course. Going to Gotham means they may be spotted. And neither twin wants to think about what might befall them if their mother - or grandfather - discovers they're alive. Or, well, mostly alive. 

Loss Like A Severed Limb  G 

Eight year old Danyal Al Ghul, Son of the Bat and Twin Heir of the Demon's Head, was supposed to be executed. Instead he was secretly sent away and survived. And if Danyal could get out, then surely their Father could get Damian out and keep him safe. Afterall, why should only Danyal get to have soft things like gentle hugs? Or: Danny gets out of the League and sends Batman to get his brother too. 

Ah, Sunflower  T 63,812 SERIES 

Danyal Al Ghul faked his death to give his younger brother a better life and to give himself the life that he always wanted. Damian Al Ghul was happy to learn his older brother was dead. No longer did he have to live under his shadow. As the years go by, though, this changes for both of them. Danny Fenton never got the life he always wanted. Damian Wayne has realized he will never see his brother again. That is, until the bats summon the Ghost King and soon two sunflowers finally start to grow the way they were meant to. 

Prodigal Of Lazarus  TM SERIES 

The al Ghul heir died, which is how Damian al Ghul inherits the title of heir. By technicality, he gets to keep that title even if the eldest son is revived two years later. Some things happens, and eventually Danny is tasked to escort his younger brother, the heir, to their father. They didn't... exactly tell him he's also to be delivered to Bruce Wayne. To be fair, they could really work with their method of communication! (OR OR The adventures of Danny as he traverses to and from Gotham as the technically-not-heir of al Ghul.) 

Blood Doesn't Always Mean Family  M SERIES 

Damian was surprised and delighted to find out that his twin brother, Danyal, was not dead. Though Danny can’t say the feelings were mutual 

Split Heirs (DPxDC)  T SERIES 

Damian gets poisoned while on a mission by something called Blood Blossoms. The only person who can help them cure it seems to hate Batman with a seething passion. Only Batman has no idea who Phantom is or why he seems to hate him so much. 

Animals  T SERIES 

When the Batfamily, Ra’s al Ghul, and Talia all ended up trapped in the Ghost Zone, they are forced to work together to find their way out—by seeking aid from the Ghost King. What happens when Damian recognized the Ghost King was his long-dead twin, Danyal, the brother he had killed long ago? 

Phantom Assassin  T 

Danny used to be Talia Al Ghul's son, until he failed in his mission and Ra's Al Ghul made every assassin in the League turn their blades on Danyal. Now he's in Amity, adopted by a red-headed girl a few years older than him, and attempting to keep a low profile. Hard enough without becoming half-dead in a portal accident that leads to the source of the Lazarus pits themselves. 

Baptism By Fire  G 12,326 SERIES 

Jack, Maddie and Jazz Fenton are dead. Murdered by the hands of the League of Assassins in retaliation for Danny's desertion. Danny will not let them go unpunished for this. He swears it. 

Don’t Ask Me How I’m Doing (I Don’t Want To Lie To You)  NR SERIES 

On the run after escaping his parents hands, Danny went to the place his sister and ex ‘Fraid mates sent him. But why does that man look at him woth misty eyes? And why does he look so similar to the youngest sibling in the bunch? 

Legacies  T 

Damian's been haunted by his Grandfather long enough. It's time to bring in an expert. 

Farcical Familial Findings For Abnormal Adolescents  T 

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne are identical twins. They also don't know each other exist. So when they walk (separately) into the same gala as Vlad Masters (also separately), things can only go wrong. 

A Crown Without Jewels  T 10,738  

Some 8 years after Danny ran away from the League after his own sort-of experience with the Pits, he and his brother happen to reunite in some less than stellar circumstances. Meaning right after Danny fought and heavily injured roughly 27 assassins. Not-- not the best. 

To Set You Sailing From My Harbor  T SERIES 

Daniel James Fenton, now Danny J. Nightingale was tired. He was tired of having to constantly be on alert for people trying to betray him and hunt him down. So when it turns out that he has another family he both didn't know about and doesn't remember, he can't quite bring himself to trust them. 

Our Deepest Secret (Or Is It Just Mine)  G 2,634 

"Any ghost coming to the human world for trouble met the Phantom Twins, and Damian made sure to live up to the nickname Demon. Because Damian had a secret. Damian had a guilt he tried to bury deep, a secret that woke him up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat." He knew this had to be a dream but the fears and secret deep within seemed too real 

(Two) Pairs Of Helping Hands  T 1,989 SERIES 

Jazz is sick, Danny and Damian come to the rescue! More accurately: Jazz is sick and Danny is in over his head and calls his twin brother to help him out. The things siblings do for each other. 

My Only Sunshine  T 1,319 

Damien is patrolling Gotham one night when a voice he never thought he would hear again comes over the coms. 

My Starlight  T 

Damian and Danyal al Ghul have always been connected. That connection should've broken when Damian returned to Nanda Parbat and Danyal didn't, because death is the end, isn't it? Damian doesn't care how inhuman his brother may be. He's going to find his little brother, take him home, and destroy anyone who dares get in his way - and he knows a few birds and bats that won't hesitate to help him. 

Bat Ghost  T 

Bruce is attacked by the ghost of Batman from the future. To get to the bottom of it, he pays a visit to some prominent ghost hunters, and happens to encounter a teenaged half-ghost vigilante (?), who just *happens* to resemble Damian. A lot. On an unrelated note, Tim Drake has done nothing wrong. 

Close Enough To Be Whole Again  NR 

“If you ever find yourself in danger, go to Bruce Wayne. He will help you.” 

His mother had loved him, in her own way. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have helped him escape. If she hadn’t, she would have dragged him back to the League of Assassins, to Grandfather. If she hadn’t, he’d be dead. She loved him, but she loved the League more. Jack and Maddie Fenton loved him too, they did, but they loved their work more. They loved their work more. After his parents react poorly to his reveal, Danny escapes to the only person he thinks can help him - Bruce Wayne. He doesn't know what to expect when he gets there, but it has to be better than where he is, surely? He certainly doesn't expect to be reunited with his long lost twin brother Damian. It's funny how things work out that way. Danny is 16 years old, not Phantom Planet compliant 

The Ghostly Bat  T 

The Bat Family were looking for Damain's hidden twin when an explosion at the local burger joint caused them to find him earlier than expected. Danny is confused and angry. As soon as he lost everything, this random man says he's his biological father and is now living with him and his family. Now, nothing makes sense and something deep inside of his is brewing. 

Trial And Error  T SERIES 

Talia tried to have a singular child to be her father's heir. She ended up with two. Damian tried to protect his brother as he was born to do. He failed. Danial tried to be the assassin he was trained to be. He couldn't. Danny tried to be an ordinary child with an ordinary life. Instead he died. 

What Happened? NR

Danny has escaped the GIW and now lives in Gotham injured. The Bat Family finds him and realizes that Damian knows him, but Danny does not remember his full past. Will they be able to help him and find out what happened to the small boy in front of them?

What Do I Think Of Life? (Baby, Not Much, I Wanna Die) T

Injured and alone in Gotham, Danny gets into a fight he can barely handle. Taken in by a vaguely familiar Robin, against his will at first, he learns about the Bats and the Birds, slowly but surely.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny and Damian twins au where Danny died and became a halfa on a mission to kill Vlad Masters. He succeeded but the portal blew up with him inside it due to some of the machines in the lab being damaged in the fight that happened not too long ago.

Danyal gets stuck in the Infinite Realms with amnesia and wanders around helping people and learning things about this new world like a video game protagonist.

Damian thinks he'll never get to see his baby brother again and blames himself since it was his job as the older brother to protect him. Damian life continues as normal and he eventually meets Jon otherwise known as superboy.

Jon reminded him so much of his late brother. It hurt. Damian found himself testing the boy just to make sure this wasn't a cruel trick or some sort by throwing things at him that Danyal definitely would have dodged or asking "innocent" questions. Even after he was satisfied that Jon wasn't a clone or anything he found himself more or less trying to turn Jon into Danyal. He offered him Daniel's favorite snacks and to play his favorite things and even got confused for a second when Jon didn't immediately know what he was talking about when Damian mentioned the constellations above Damians childhood home.

It wasn't even like Jon physically resembled Danyal either. Sure they both had black hair and blue eyes-as compared to Damians green- but it was thier personalities that confused him and threatened to drag him into the deep sea of grief he had kept bottled up in his heart all these years.

He needed to get away from Jon.

His heart wouldn't let him.

It was in Damians 14th year of life that his brothers and sister died. Unable to cope with this he brings them to the Lazarus pit where Jason attempted to stop him from reviving the rest of thier siblings in fear they would turn out like him.

Somehow the both of them got thrown/ fell into the pit with the bodies and something unexpected happened. Sure, thier siblings were revived and screaming but they were now on a floating island in a wierd green dimention that looked suspiciously like Lazarus water.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: Not edited this is a first draft and it's STAYING a first draft, only two more chapters to go! -Danny Words: 2,199 Masterlist Previous chapter // Next chapter

2014

The next morning Harry woke up feeling like he was made of cement. Bruises had formed throughout the night, and unfortunately, not all of them had been made by Mel. It had been a closer call than he'd led his wife to believe, but there was no point in worrying her when he was back in —mostly— one piece.

The night prior, Mel had given him all the good news he'd missed while being away, as well as some fresh gossip about Reg and Emily Flint he had definitely not expected, but Mel was not at all surprised by it. She was rarely surprised by anything now that she was older, but Harry still took pride in being one of those who could still take her by surprise.

He was home, in bed with the love of his life, and his children were peacefully sleeping in the other rooms, which gave him a sense of unaltered bliss he'd missed. Harry pushed himself sideways to wrap his arm around Mel and pull her closer, but the moment he tried to, his muscles cried out in pain and he grunted, scooting closer instead.

Mel stirred slightly, the movement behind her after so long sleeping alone bringing her out of her slumber. "Harry?" She spoke groggily.

He hushed her tenderly, speaking against her hair. "Go back to sleep."

"Are you hungry?" She asked, her nurturing instincts immediately kicking in as her memory started functioning. "Merlin, I should change the bandage on your face—"

"Mel, shut up," he groaned, "m'alright, I just want to go back to sleep..."

The woman in his hold relaxed, hearing the weariness in his voice. "Very well," she conceded gently. "The children will wake up soon enough and drag us out of bed anyway, as soon as they realize you're back..."

He groaned again, though his chest fluttered with anticipation. He'd missed those lovely youthful brats of his as much as he'd missed Mel. "No..."

Mel's speech relented, as time went by she'd had no choice but to admit that sometimes silence was much better than keeping a conversation going just to hear someone grumble a "you're right". 

They managed to sleep another hour before hasty, thunderous steps came flying up the stairs after the twins discovered their father's travel cloak hanging by the door.

"DAD!" They were shouting all the way to their parents's room. "DADDY! YOU'RE BACK!"

Their door slammed open and in came two ten-year-olds, both with thick light-brown hair and eyes brimming with tears. Mel sat up and blindly opened her arms to tackle the children before they could drop onto their father's beaten body. She trapped them in a hug.

"Wait! Emmeline, James, stop!" Mel groaned, trying to contain them. "Your father is tired! He came home very late last night!" She of course left out the part in which Harry's sleep had been pushed back for another two whole hours as soon as she got her hands on him. 

Harry carefully sat up, rubbing his eyes and reaching for his glasses. In the little time it took him to come out of his drowsiness, two other children had joined the fight, trying to climb over their poor mother to reach him.

"Mellow, s'alright, let them," he mumbled groggily. 

"But..." she glanced at him worryingly. Harry's body was conveniently covered with a long-sleeved shirt so the children couldn't see his injuries, but she knew they were there. 

"Whatever they do, I'll take happily," He didn't need to say it plainly for her to understand. The pain inflicted by the fierce hugs of his sons and daughters would be wonderful torture to him.

Mel dropped the defences, and the twins jumped into their father's arms. The woman reached down and pulled Lily up, while Matthew climbed on his own and sneaked his way in between the twins to cling to his father. All of them were crying.

"I'm alright," Harry chuckled, though his eyes were stinging too. "Have you lot been good to your mother?"

"Proper angels, Dad," James said proudly, burying his face on Harry's shoulder.

"You're hurt, daddy!" Emmeline wept, staring at the bandage over his face like it was something dreadful.

"Just a scratch," Harry dismissed it. "Tripped over a tree branch—you know how your mother is always telling you not to run when there are trees?"

Mel laughed. "You see, loves, your mother is trying to stop you from losing an eye."

Lily's eyes widened in horror. "You're blind, daddy?"

"No!" Mel quickly eased her. "Sorry, love, mummy's being silly..."

Harry chuckled, reaching to pull Lily into the group hug. His arms still burned, but he found the discomfort easy to endure when he was being showered with affection. "I'll be good as new once you're mother fixes my face, and then we can all have a picnic outside. Good?"

The children all jumped and squealed, quickly running out of tears. They kissed his father effusively, and then, in turn, did the same to Mel for good measure, then they entangled themselves from their parents and slipped out the room, with little Matthew hesitating by the door and holding onto the knob gently.

"Would you like me to close the door, mummy?"

Melt always melted at Matty's gentle nature, he looked like Harry on the outside minus the glasses, but he seemed to be taking after his namesakes, her father and Moony. 

"Yes, dear, thank you."

"Thank you, Matt," Harry yawned, lying back on the bed carefully.

The door swung back until it clicked shut and Mel looked over at Harry with a gentle smile. "That was a really sweet thing to do, you know? You could've asked them to let you have this day to recover."

Harry made a face, his eyes still closed. "You think I want to spend yet another day alone after weeks of it?" He snorted. "Fat chance. I want to be surrounded by their screams, so I can feel better about going back to work this Monday."

Mel laughed, nodding with a playful grin. "Ah, you're a smart man, Glasses."

He smiled up at her, reaching for her hand and pulling it up to his lips, gently kissing her knuckles. "Yes, I am. Aren't you happy you married me?"

The woman smiled, lying down and gently pulling his face in for a kiss. "Every day."

"It'll be alright," Ron said lightheartedly as everyone started to gather their things to go to the Quidditch stadium. "Nobody cares about us anymore."

Fred snorted. "Have you been living under a rock?"

"People care," Erick groaned as he struggled to contain his daughters and son. "It's the first time in almost a decade that the lot of us go out together in public."

"One would think they don't care, seeing as we haven't done anything out of the ordinary for almost ten years," Neville said humbly.

"Well, Nev, not to be rude, but that's just a few of us," Anne spoke as she helped Erick get their youngest in line. "Mel, Harry, Ron and Hermione continue to keep us on their toes..."

"Speaking of," George piped in with a smirk. "When are we getting the latest discovery courtesy of our favourite Dumbledore?"

"I believe Uncle Abe is on holiday," Regulus replied teasingly. 

Mel walked past him, slapping the back of his head and pretending it was an accident when her mother started to scold her.

"Alright!" Remus clapped to get everyone's attention. "Time to go! Ted, keep your brother close—Thomas, stop bothering Josie! You Potters are ready?"

Harry had James and Matthew firmly held by the back of their cloaks. "Ready."

Mel was holding her eldest daughter's hand while Regulus had Lily on his back, giggling maniacally. Ron was carrying Rose in the same way while Hugo was obediently following his mother wherever she went without needing to be told to do so.

"Go on, then! Before I get any older!" Emily Sultens urged the large crowd—and after so many years and marriages, their friend group had indeed grown to an impressive size—to leave the tent. 

The Potters stuck together out of habit. The children, even though they weren't fully aware of the amount of fame their parents carried everywhere they went, had been taught since toddlers to stick together in unknown places. Even so, Mel was feeling a type of anxiety she hadn't felt in years.

"Oi," Harry said gently, elbowing her as he walked closer to her. "Ron's right, you know? It'll be alright. We'll have fun, and it's safe," he grins. "And even if it weren't, I would trust you to make it so in an instant."

Mel looked at him and tried to look cheery, but there was a reason why she didn't enjoy attending large events with the children being as young. She couldn't help but think of herself and Harry at their age, constantly bullied and ostracized. 

She wanted nothing more than to ensure her daughters and sons would never have to choose between being happy or being safe. So far she'd believed it was going well, but it was harder to control in places such as this one.

"Are you panicking?" Erick's knowing tone evoked an instant sense of annoyance in her as he approached with Amy and Eliot in each hand. "You look like you're panicking. I bet Fred and George you'd get even worse than I would with the overprotective attitude."

"Flint, you're not helping," Harry groaned.

"And who said I was trying to?" He raised a brow smirking. "But just so you know, Mellow, Skeeter is somewhere around and if she sees you like this she'll write about your decaying sanity and how unfit you are to continue working as the Head of your department."

"She can go—"

"The children," Harry warned her before she could curse.

"It'll be fine," she claimed stubbornly.

"Yes, alright, now to a more important subject," Erick leaned closer and frowned. "Is your brother trying to woo my daughter?"

"Which daughter?" Mel played dumb, but her eyes betrayed her, as well as Harry's inability to face Erick properly.

The man didn't need to hear more. "Bloody hell," he grumbled. "I don't know if I should feel happy, or betrayed."

Mel snorted. "You know Regulus since he was quite literally just born. Be happy."

"Yeah," Harry shrugged. "Could be worse. Emily could've been like Mel and show up at your doorstep with a new boyfriend every summer."

Mel had to refrain from tripping his husband in public.

"Matt!" Ron reached out to catch the young boy before he could fall to his death from his seat. "Merlin's beard, boy, you may look like Harry but you're your mother's son alright!"

Mel stopped shouting at the quidditch players before her to look down at her son, eagerly leaning over the railing just like she tended to do while watching quidditch. The sight made her heart swell. 

"Thanks for saving my son," Mel turned to Ron with amusement while Harry pulled Matt back to his seat and handed him one of the baked brownies Luna had brought for sharing.

"Oh my!" Hermione blushed, nudging Ron and squeezing Mel's wrist. "Look at that!"

She wasn't looking at the game, instead, Hermione had spotted Teddy Lupin shamelessly trapped in quite the snog session with Victoire Weasley. Remus was glancing anxiously at the pair, his ears scarlet red, while Tonks kept smirking and whispering things to him, probably making jokes about the irresistible charm of a Lupin. 

Regulus was dutifully watching Bill and Fleur so they wouldn't stomp Teddy to death. Or he was trying to, at least, because Emily Flint was next to him, and even though her attention was on the game, every time something exciting happened she would hold onto him, making him lose his focus.

"Look at that," Ron repeated, this time with chagrin. "Do you remember how we were at their age?"

"They're all different ages," Mel pointed out to tease him.

He rolled his eyes. "You get my point, you idiot."

"Oi, don't call my wife an idiot," Harry playfully jabbed him, and for a second the 34-year-old men were back to being a pair of teens wrestling to pass the time. 

"Enough!" Hermione scolded them, pulling Ron away with little effort, but he immediately stepped back. "And yes, to answer the question I do. Because we were their age when we attended Hogwarts all together for the last time."

Mel hummed, the familiar tug that always threatened to pull her back into some painful memories coming back with considerable force. "We were also fourteen when we first attended a Quidditch final, and it was also Bulgaria, remember?"

"And Krum was playing," Harry smiled, pulling her by the waist. "And you got jealous because I went stupid over the veelas."

"Fourteen," Hermione hums thoughtfully. "That is Elizabeth's age, is it not?"

"And Thomas..." Ron added in the same way.

Mel added, as if it was suddenly dawning on her. "The twins will go to Hogwarts next year."

They exchanged a look of surprise. Where had the time gone? One day it was just the four of them and the rest of their friends, wrestling in the castle hallways and giggling to each other late at night in the girl's dormitory, and next thing they knew they were parents, watching their sons and daughters flirt with friends thinking their parents weren't watching.

"MUM! MUM, LOOK!" Matthew grasped her wrist and pulled her back to the edge of the booth, pointing at the Brazilian chaser he was a fan of. Mel instantly forgot all her worries.

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[dragonmasterhiccup]

“Hm. Well um, maybe you just have different experiences than other people. ‘Cause with what you’re saying, you do end up forgetting everyone else’s but…okay”

“Oh, that’s right, your twins!” she joked, “I forgot.”

She avoided his gaze for a few moments before finally meeting it, giving a small nod. “I-if you want, yeah, we can both eat…”

“She’s allowed to leave when she’s only fourteen? Woah, she must act super grown up…”

The young girl had a death grip on Hiccups hand, squeezing it as tight as possible, her free hand trembling.

She didn’t utter a word as Hiccup talked to the dragon, still mostly hiding behind him.

When Hiccup showed her what to do, she didn’t back away, but it was clear she was still anxious.

She locked eyes with Toothless for a brief moment before shutting them tightly, palm still held out in front of her while her other hand was still clutching Hiccups tightly.

"But, I didn't, you asked a question, and-- you know what? Yeah, let's uh, let's just drop it for now, yeah?"

Still laughing, he nodded. "Sure, my twins."

Hiccup wasn't sure what to say to that, so he just gave a quick nod. He definitely couldn't explain that the sister of his in question was actually Danny, but older. It was too confusing.

As Danny squeezed his hand harder than he ever thought possible, he whispered some words of encouragement, "It's okay, I'm right here, Toothless won't hurt you, I swear it."

Toothless edged closer, sniffing at Danny's hand. After a moment, and checking with Hiccup, he gently pressed his nose into Danny's palm. The dragon then let out a low purr.

Hiccup grinned, still holding Danny's other hand. "You can open your eyes now, you two just became friends."

[ghostly-penumbra]

Seven Ways to Summon the Ghost King

Chapter Seven: Family Call

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Ao3

Summary: How can you say no to such a pressing call?

... no, really, Danny would love to know.

Notes: There are big spoilers for The Sandman comics. And I mean HUGE. As in, the culmination of the comic HUGE. Ye be warned!

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“Brother, I stand in my gallery and hold your sigil. Please come through.”

“I am –ha!– in the middle of something right now.”

The being dressed all in white blinked, unimpressed, “I am worried about your safety, please come through.”

“Just… need… to kill them all…”

Dream of the Endless, no longer known as Daniel Hall, sighed in exasperation.

“Twin brother I am in my gallery holding your sigil, and I summon you.”

“Don’t you- stop that! Shit! You, kid, if you win this match in my name, I’ll make ya my apprentice!”

There was a fervid screech, and finally, his brother passed through where his portal portrait was.

Death of the Endless, pretty much still Daniel James Fenton, was spat out of his portrait and landed headfirst on the floor of the Dream Lord’s gallery.

“Hello there, twinsie dearest.” Danny deadpanned, crossing his arms as he glared up at his twin brother.

It was a curious thing, their twinship. Daniel Hall and Daniel James Fenton had both been born the 3rd of April of 1990, effectively making them the same age, but Daniel Hall had been in the womb for almost two years, making him technically older in existence, and Danny Fenton had been born premature.

Now, Death had already been there when Dream had first come to exist, because everyone had the potential to die long before they could even dream for the first time, so that Death had been Dream’s senior. But, this was a different Dream and a different Death, and the current Dream had taken his position in 1993, whilst the current Death had done so in 2023, giving this Dream work seniority.

Then again, this Dream had been a toddler when the position was given to him, and this Death had already been thirty-three, a whole adult by that point.

In the end there were too many factors to tell who was older than whom but since Desire and Despair had chosen to be twins, why couldn’t they?

“Hello, little brother.” Dream smiled down at him.

Knowing they wouldn’t reach a definite conclusion didn’t stop them from bantering over who was the older brother, however.

“I saw you had been summoned to the Waking world and through the eyes of one of your invokers, noticed you were nonplussed. I’m worried, brother.”

Ah, yeah, he might have knocked a kid out cold with his presence. It happened. And- she got better!

“That was two hours ago, baby bro. Having trouble measuring time in the Living world again?” He teased even as he held up a hand to be helped up.

“Au contraire, Death. I know just fine how long it’s been but I also know you can take care of yourself amongst a crowd of teenagers, powered or not. Alas, you took your time, and I grew restless.”

Dream lifted his brother up and got a snort and a friendly shoulder shove as a reward.

- - -

The brothers stood next to each other on Dream’s balcony, overlooking his Kingdom. Well, Dream stood, whilst Death sat on the railing, with his feet hanging down, back in his human living form as a 33 years old adult.

(He was already dead long before he became Death, so there was no need to kill him a second time. The fact that he was alive and could choose to be so whenever he wanted was of no consequence. It was more likely one of the reasons he had been a perfect pick for it.)

Danny broke the silence, “They couldn’t have done anything to me, even if they had tried. You know that.” He threw a pebble at the far-off lake and saw it skip endlessly.

Dream didn’t look at him. He didn’t need to have his predecessor’s memories of his entrapment to know what it had done to him. Even after the incident with the Dream Vortex, he had been proud and unyielding. Arrogant.

A human lifetime of imprisonment later, and as soon as he was free, he started planning his demise.

“Poorly done?” He asked instead.

“No, not at all,” Was his twin’s answer, “The circle was perfect, so was the chanting, and if there weren’t any trapping mechanism that was there on purpose. This one kid had a journal, the one who had the idea to summon the concept of Death to their dorm, filled with the knowledge we took with us when we left.”

He wasn’t talking about Dream, because Dream still walked the Waking world and interacted with humans in a more regular basis than his predecessor. It had been Death who, tired and grieving, had chosen to step away from the living, and only show himself to collect them and guide them to their next step; and as the King of Ghosts, he had taken all ghosts, spirits and shades with him, freeing them if they were trapped, helping them move on if they were still hesitant, and forcibly dragging them if they refused to stop wreaking havoc.

And he hadn’t been the only one; Heaven had finally stopped it’s wayward angels from going to Earth and, as Death would put it, “fucking shit up”, and the souls that resided there could no longer be summoned either.

Same thing with Hell; the gates had been closed so that the damned could only enter, not leave. There were no more demons making deals and messing with humanity anymore.

“That shouldn’t be possible. You made sure to kill all that knowledge in the Waking world.

Death sent a glare to his brother. He had not ‘killed the knowledge’, he had just taken it to his castle in the Ghost Zone, where only the dead resided. Shut up.

“And they won’t see it in their dreams, either.” He chose to say.

“Never.” his brother reassured quickly. The Dreaming would not inspire anyone in ways that could harm any of his siblings.

“Yeah, I thought as much,” Death huffed with a smile, “There was a…” He continued, knowing better than to use the word ‘thing’ when referring to someone that could think and feel. “… a being attached to this kid’s soul. It- he is something neither Didi nor I had ever seen.”

He let his words remain in the space between them, and knew his twin was seeing them written out in the air in front of him. (Much likely in comic sans, the asshole.)

“Not in a physical shape, at least.”

His brother said nothing, and only watched him reach revelation on his own even if it still was in his realm. He could be an ass patient like that.

Danny thought about it, looking for the words to explain his mind to the collective subconscious of the multiverse.

“That being is a bridge, for knowledge on us, not just us Endless, but many non-mortals, on our realms, how to call us, how to find us, how to appease us… how to trap us.”

This time he did see the words hanging between them –and it was comic-fucking-sans–, a bright toxic green that read trap. He put a hand on Dream’s shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

“He didn’t put the trapping sigils, and they wouldn’t have stopped me in this form.” Even after becoming an Endless, that little trick of his didn’t stop working. Things meant to contain the dead had no power on him when he chose to be alive, and vice-versa. He could get his siblings out, too, should they need it.

He wouldn’t sit idly whilst he knew he could help. He could protect.

And, if anyone tried to go and tell him of rules and limitations, he could kindly point them to his Obsession and how it predated his duty as an Endless, how it had been part of him for almost a decade, and how the change in his nature had not managed to override it from him, no matter how much it tried.

Not wanting to continue with that topic, Dream said instead, “Did you have fun? Annoying or not, it’s been a while since you spoke with someone your age who still had a heartbeat.”

On cue, rings of light swept Danny up and down, turning him back to his ghost form, looking fourteen years old, right before his growth spur, with baby fat still on his cheeks and, if he lowered his guard long enough, sometimes he still moved like that hunched, awkward teen still discovering who he was.

“It was cool, actually! Most ‘these kids were nice, and they had  a bunch of cool video games; is not like any of them were a real challenge, but new competence is always welcome. Their universe didn’t have DOOMED, though, even if they are three centuries after the game was invented, but I fixed that, so I think they’ll be okay.” He said, knowing damn well he would be going back soon as the war started, to collect several of the people they loved and admired. “I may have won at DDR, but that girl sure got the Spirit Award.” He turned a mischievous smirk at his brother and found him grimacing and holding back a sigh, which only got Danny to laugh out loud at him, his smile so wide his eyes were half-closed in joy.

- - -

“Things are changing.” Danny said as they stared at the night sky, this time from the Waking, Living world where they had been born, four thousand and fourteen years ago.

“They always do.” Dream was a prime example of that.

“You know I fuckin’ hate chess analogies-” And he did, so much that the last time he had touched a chess board had been to throw it at Vlad’s annoying face. “-but… ugh, the pieces are being set, something’s gonna make a move, and we’ll have to face this new… board.” Danny scrunched up his nose in distaste. Fucking analogies. “And we need to move, too,” he continued nonetheless, “we gotta be ready, ‘cause if what’s coming next is what I think…” He didn’t finish his sentence, because he genuinely didn’t know how it’d all turn out. People would die, but they always did, as for the rest…

“Brother, please speak plainly.”

But Death couldn’t, he didn’t dare voice his concern here in the presence of both Father Time and Mother Night and speak it into reality. He wouldn’t fuck it all up again, when it was the ones he loved whom suffered the consequences. It had always been that way.

So he chose his words carefully.

“… the mascaraed will fall, there is now a bridge between what we tried to hide, and them. I don’t doubt there are others across the multiverse-” connected, drawing the others to themselves, “-it’s just that-” I haven’t been there, I haven’t paid attention, I stopped protecting them, “I didn’t notice before.”

“And when the game board is changed,” Dream continued in his brother’s stead, knowing how his thoughts spiralled, “if we don’t adapt to the new rules-”

“We adapt.”

Dream blinked, and turned to fully look at his twin brother.

Even still in his ghostly, Endless form his eyes were their icy blue, and they didn’t have that bright ethereal shine of their own, but instead reflected the street lamp next to their bench, the full moon above them, the stars in their mother’s body and the stars on Dream’s own eyes. Danny’s blue eyes shone with the world around them, alive.

There was no question in those eyes, no hesitation. This was something he was willing to speak into fact, into truth, unshakable.

They would adapt, because the other option was the end, everything and everyone leaving, everywhere. Danny locking the door with key and-

Being left behind, alone and Endless, please don’t, I don’t wanna, don’t make me-

“We adapt.” His brother echoed, his eyes human and green, a sign of affection, an oath of support, with their parents and anyone that cared to see as witness.

Danny breathed in again, not needing but wanting to, and rested his forehead on his twin’s shoulder.

“We got preparations to make. I may have already started. Let’s go, bro.”

Under their Father’s watchful gaze, two Daniels stood and left the quiet park of Amity and prepared for the future.

FIN

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And so ends my first multi-chaptered fic written outside an event! Thank y'all for being with me these days and for all your lovely comments I haven't gotten around to replying!

Whatever they are, I would love to read your thoughts on this, because it was this chapter I wanted to write all along. There is a heartbreaking lack of Danny Phantom/The Sandman crossovers, and I feel it.

Real life is awful right now, so I don't think I'll get to write more of this concept, of Danny being Death of the Endless, but do feel free to come yell at me in my ask box anytime!

Also, a sidenote I can finally say: Something funny I'm noticing in the DPxDC area is that people are giving Danny the "all souls will be mine in the end" role as part of being the King of the Infinite Realms, and I'm like "uh, no, that's Death's bit, a canonical DC character. you guys are trying to make Danny Death" WHICH IS WHAT I JUST DID LMFAO

Anyway, thanks for reading ❤️

[thelastspeecher]

The Pirate Prince

I mentioned a little bit ago that in my Pirate AU, Angie and Stan's son Emmett eventually becomes the next Pirate King. Here's a sort of origin story for that.

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              There were some benefits to have a nervous nature, Emmett considered as he snuck into his parents’ bedroom.  His parents and siblings were all at a festival in the Gravity Falls town square.  Being anxious and uncomfortable in large crowds, Emmett had been allowed to stay home.

              I mean, it ain’t like I’m lyin’.  I really don’t think I’d enjoy the big kerfuffle goin’ on today.  But I did play it up just a tad to make sure they’d let me stay home.  With everyone out of the house, he could finally snoop in his parents’ room.  From the outside, they were straitlaced pillars of the community.  Angie cooked for the poor and sick, while Stan mentored young people who lacked parental figures.  But Emmett knew it was all an act.

              Behind closed doors, his parents taught all their children how to pickpocket, swore like sailors, had mysterious scars, and walked like they were ready for danger at any moment.  The last one, Emmett recognized because he himself behaved in that way.  He had a feeling, however, that his parents weren’t on edge because of severe anxiety.

              After all, Stan taught Emmett how to see through lies from anyone.  Even Stan himself.  And some of the lies Stan told were remarkably thin.  It was almost insulting, the expectation Emmett would believe his father changed his name to avoid sharing it with a pirate.  Or that Danny and Daisy’s early memories of time with pirates were just confusion over spending their first few years of life on a merchant ship.

              Emmett opened the door to his parents’ room and strode confidently over to the closet.  Inside were his ma’s many lovely dresses, though a few surprisingly masculine articles of clothing were hidden at the back.  Emmett nodded thoughtfully.  The trousers helped his theory, but they were far from conclusive.  His older sister Daisy preferred trousers, for one thing.  He knelt and began to stick his fingers in between the floorboards, looking for a loose one that could be pried up.  Underneath a box of bonnets, he found it.  It only took a small amount of effort to lift the board, revealing a chest below.  Emmett huffed.  His parents definitely weren’t making it easy.  But he had plenty of time before his family returned.

              He lifted the chest up and carried it into the bedroom proper, where he had better lighting to look at the contents.  Naturally, it had a large lock on it.  A lock that was swiftly picked by Stan’s best student.  Emmett set aside the lock and paused.  Now was the moment of truth.  He lifted the lid of the chest.  His breath caught in his throat.

              The lessons he’d learned in class came flooding back to him.  His twin was always fascinated by pirates, and asked question after question from their teacher when they discussed the ongoing piracy scourge.  The voice of his teacher echoed in his head.

              “The most famous pirate in recent memory was Sally McGowan, previously known as Sully McGowan, the last Pirate King.  Her blade, a gift from her first mate and rumored lover, Stan Pines, was named Wasp’s Stinger, a reference to the ferocity hidden under her small stature.  When she and her first mate disappeared, so did the blade that killed hundreds.”  Emmett cautiously picked up the cutlass that rested on top of the chest’s contents.  His fingers traced the letters that were etched into its blade.  He didn’t have the ear for languages that his younger sister Cadenza did; he’d never become properly fluent in the Irish his ma tried to teach her children.  But he knew enough to translate what was written on the sword.

              “The stinger of the wasp.”

              Emmett’s heart began to race.  The distinguishing features of Sally McGowan his teacher had told them about resounded in his ears, aligning with his ma’s physical appearance perfectly.  Blonde hair.  A large nose.  Eyes the color of the sea.  Shorter than average and very sensitive about that fact.

              He set aside the sword and continued to dig through the chest.  A few other weapons were there, including brass knuckles.  Brass knuckles were the reported favorite of Stan Pines, a former cabin boy who never properly learned swordplay and who, supposedly, looked eerily similar to Emmett’s dad, Stan McGucket.  The weapons were wrapped in more clothing, these bloodstained and torn, but apparently still full of sentimental value.  Hidden at the bottom of the chest was a pendant, made of an opal surrounded by gold.  Emmett frowned.

              Don’t recognize that.  And it don’t seem like Ma or Dad’s style.  Probably somethin’ they plundered and decided to keep as a souvenir.  He set it aside as well.  Finally, wrapped in a fine white fabric that seemed like part of a wedding dress, he found a piece of wood.  His fingers brushed against it.  It smelled of the sea and had a mark where a limpet had been pried off.  Again, he wasn’t sure what it was.  Nothing about it seemed remarkable or worth saving.  But Emmett’s suspicions had been proven long before this point.  He glanced at the clock on the wall.  He let out a swear that would make most people gasp, but his parents would barely register as a bad word.  His family would be home soon.

              Emmett quickly put everything back in the chest, aside from a small dagger that he slid into his boot.

              It’s their own fault for teachin’ their kids how to steal.  They should expect us to “borrow” things here and there.  He lingered on the cutlass of the last Pirate King, but knew that theft would be discovered far faster than lifting a simple dagger.  With everything other than the dagger placed in the chest again, he locked it, put it back under the floorboard, and shoved the box of bonnets over it.  He quickly glanced around the room as he left.  It was like he had never been in there.

              When his family returned, Emmett was reading a book on the couch.  Caleb and Cadenza eagerly began to tell him all of what he missed.  Emmett smiled and nodded, but couldn’t stop thinking about his parents.  The unassuming woman and man who raised him had once been the scourge of the high seas.

              If they could do it…maybe I could, too.

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My name is Cecily, but you can call me Cece. I'm in my 30's and I primarily write fanfiction. I do have a large original project in the works though.

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My Current Focus(es)

Small Town Paranormal

An Original Universe

Witches and Werewolves, Vampires and Demons- all hidden in plain sight. From a supernatural sanctuary created by a vampire to a college for witches. Small Town Paranormal is a series of stories all connected by their shared universe

Prince of Wrath

A Blaise Zabini Fanfiction

Torn apart four years ago by the impending war, the Zabini's and Fawleys reunite for an old family holiday tradition- an entire summer on a Grecian Island. Pushed together for the first time in year, Blaise and Reid Fawley have to learn to navigate their new circumstances. Not to mention her boyfriend, his memories from the Battle of Hogwarts and a past mistake coming back to haunt them

OC(s): Reid Fawley (Jessica Alexander) Tate Fawley (Luke Eisner)

Story Masterpost

Nevermore

A Rabastan Lestrange Fanfiction

Merit Vander Wende hates me.

A fact she's never kept secret, but when her darling fiancé crossed me he all but signed her death warrant.

Merit might hate me, but she will be mine.

OC(s): Rhiannon Lestrange (Sydney Sweeney) Merit Vander Wende (Rachel Zegler)

Coven Wars

A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

TBA

Wasting Time with Rabbits

A Disney Descendants Fanfiction

Once upon a time, King Adam declared an end to the darkness. He sent the Villains to the isle and magic became obsolete. Twenty years later, his son is ready to make things right by bringing over the children of the Villains he banished. Including the daughter of his father's greatest enemy, Gaston. Galston is just looking for a good time. She definitely didn't mean to be the catalyst for a war decades in the making

OC(s): Galston Legume (Kaia Gerber) Cedrick Facilier (Luka Sabbat) Quinn Queen (Rachel Zegler) Aleksander Westergaard (Danny Griffin) Winter White (Matt Cornett)

Red Riding Hood

A Disney Descendants Fanfiction

All her life Scarlett's been stalked by The Wolf. Always looking over her shoulder, terrified of the dark. After the death of her only protector, Auradon is her only hope. Fate has no hold on her.

OC(s): Scarlett Edon (Maia Mitchell)

Beyond the Star and By The Angel

A Shadowhunters Fanfiction

It all started with the Academy. When the Academy finally opened it's doors to warlocks, Max Lightwood-Bane was the first to jump in, alongside his older brother, of course. Neither of them had any idea that when meeting Romy Thornhill they would be meeting the woman who would change all their lives forever. (part of the Angels and Demons Series)

OC(s): Rowena 'Romy' Thornhill (Meg Donnelly)

Swing for the Fences

A Sandlot/Stranger Things Crossover Fanfiction

The summer of 1962: Scott Smalls and Benny Rodriguez along with their baseball crew did the impossible, they rescued their ball from The Beast. Cementing their friendship for until the end of time.

November 1983: Scott Smalls is getting a divorce, living in Hawkins Indiana with his two kids. The day his best friend Benny, and Benny's daughter, move to Hawkins to help him with the transition to single parenthood, Will Byers- Scott's daughter's best friend- goes missing and the mystery of Hawkins beings to unravel.

OC(s): Lou Rodriguez (Jenna Ortega), Emma Smalls (Mckenna Grace), Phillip Smalls (Walker Scobell), Charlie Baker (Felix Mallard)

Read it on: AO3

My Finished Stories

Prince of Ruin

A Theodore Nott Fanfiction

Once upon a time, long long ago, The Nott family and The Selwyns were the closest of friends. Two families who loved each other with their entire souls. Did I mention that was a long long time ago? Now, Theodore Nott can't stand the Selwyn Twins, especially the loud and rude Cordelia Selwyn. However after a incident of revenge gone wrong, Theodore finds himself stuck with the woman, until death do they part (Part one of The Serpents Club)

OC(s): Cordelia Selwyn (Model fc is Vika Bronova, actress fc is Odeya Rush), Bastian Selwyn (Model Fc is Alessandro Dellisola, Actor fc is tentatively Tanner Buchanan) Story Masterpost

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Freeze| Blue Bloods One Shot

Summary: After hearing the call for an officer down, Libby Reagan and her training officer Renzulli rush to the scene and knowing she was faster Libby went after the shooter. 

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Central Park New York

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“You know your brother Joe spoke very highly of you.” Sergeant Renzulli said, watching his new partner. Libby Reagan-O’Malley beamed before shaking her head, “I hope only good things. He and Danny use to talk me into stupid stuff when I was  younger.” 

“Like what?” 

“I would rather not talk about it, I will break out in hives if I do.” She laughed. 

“You have a twin brother right?” 

“Yes Jamie, he is at law school.” 

“Smart kid.’ 

“Very smart. I should have followed him out of New York.” 

“Why?”

Libby rubbed her lips together and twirled her straw around her almost empty glass.

 “I got accepted into Northwestern, which was my top school. I wanted to go so bad.’

 “Then why didn’t you?” 

“My husband stopped me from going and he got  so mad when I decided instead to get my bachelors degree in criminal justice and join the police academy.” 

“He should be proud.” 

“Keyword should be.” She said, “he wants to drive a wedge between me and my family.”  

Tony started laughing long and hard at that, her family, the Reagan family was infamous for being tight knit. 

Always checking in. 

There had even been rumors about her grandfather and father having her and her older sister Erin followed on their dates.

 Which Tony himself said he would do if he ever had a daughter. 

He watched her mouth twitch in a smile for several long minutes before speaking up, “If you are unhappy Libby, then you need to change that. You are a Reagan, you don’t need a man to be happy. And no offense Michael is an ass.

” 

That got her to laugh, “That is true. But he won’t let me leave. I have spent more time at my parents house than I have in the last 4 years. Just to get away from him.”  

“You need to leave him, if I can tell you aren’t happy, then your family definitely can.” Libby nodded her head as she went to talk, static filled the air, “10-24 officer down! We need back up!’ 

Libby’s blood ran cold as she stood up, quickly knocking her chair over.

One thing she had always feared being in a family that housed not only the commissioner but the chief of deans and two other officers that one day those calls would be involving one of them.  And hopefully this time was one of those situations that didn’t involve them.

 “10-4 show us responding.” Tony said as they rushed out of the diner and down the street to their squad car.

Libby’s heart was in her throat as she threw herself out of the car.  Her hand trembling as she grabbed ahold of her gun. 

Her partner was on her heels. 

“We need more back up. NOW!”  Renzulli shouted into his radio. 

“They came out of nowhere!” 

Riker shouted, putting his hands on the bleeding wounds that his partner had.

 “What way did they go?” 

“That way!’ She glanced over her shoulder at her partner who nodded quickly. Out of the two of them, she was the quickest.  

Having been on track and softball in high school as well as an avid runner now so she had a better chance of catching the shooter. 

She tore down the path quickly, her heavy belt banging against her hips and upper thighs. 

“I really need to become a detective so I don’t have to wear this stupid belt!” She muttered to herself, “HEY! FREEZE!” 

The prep wasn’t a man like she was expecting but a teenage girl, close to her sister-in-law Mary’s age, in fact she was friends with Mary, she just couldn’t put her finger on the name.

 Her radio had static as Tony radioed for more backup for her and a bus.

  The girl turned around and looked at her, her gun trembling as she pointed it at her. Libby raised her gun and pointed it at her.

 “I don’t want to shoot you.” 

“Do it! Shoot me!’ The girl shouted. 

She was trembling from head to toe, she obviously was frightened by what she did.

 “I am not going to shoot you. I need you to put the gun down now.’

 Running footsteps alerted her that she wasn’t alone now. 

“You okay Libs?” her older brother Joe asked, coming to a stop at her elbow, his own gun drawn. 

“Yes.’ She answered as their older brother Danny joined them. They had been surprised when Renzulli’s voice came onto the radio calling for backup. 

They wanted to be with Libby to shield her from this. They could survive if it was anyone else that answered the call but since it was their little sister they wanted to be with her.

“Look, I am going to put my gun away.” Libby said, flipping the safety back on and putting it back in the hostler and holding her hands up. 

“See, we aren’t going to hurt you. I just want to talk.” 

“Talk? Yeah right!” The girl laughed, wiping her eyes off on the back of her hand. 

‘Your name is Tessa right?” She asked, taking a step closer to her, her two older brothers following her. 

“How do you know that?” 

“I am Mary’s sister-in-law Libby.’ 

“I heard about you.” Tessa started waving the gun around, “Her mom doesn’t like you very much.” 

Libby glanced out of the corner of her eye at Danny who gave a slight nod. He didn’t want to take a shot at the girl. Girls like this were innocent. 

“I heard your brother was killed.” Libby said, 'In Attica.I am so sorry, I don’t know if I would survive without any of my brothers.’ 

“The guard killed him! He did nothing wrong!” 

“Michael told me what happened. There was a riot, your brother Randy was involved in it.’ 

“No! That's not true!” Tessa pointed her gun at Libby who held her hands up and took another nervous step forward. 

“Tessa, it is true, I am sorry.” She said, “Grief is an unspeakable thing.’ 

“What do you know? You live in an ivory tower and everything is good and wholesome.’

 “No, Tessa, that's not true at all. Last year, my son MJ, died. He was a year old and he was hit by a car. He died on the way to the hospital.” 

Danny made a noise deep in his throat, he would never forget that day, hearing Libby scream and then hold her son's crumpled body to her chest. He never wanted her to live through something like that again. 

The driver had been distracted texting and hit the youngest Reagan grandchild. The grief that Libby had been in had been heartbreaking. 

It was something that he never wanted to see again. It had just been recently that she started to come back to them and be apart of their family again. And they wanted that for as long as possible. 

Tessa watched the pretty police officer for several long minutes before squeezing the trigger. The gunshot sounded like a broom breaking loudly and as if  in slow motion  the bullet flew through the air and landed in Libby’s midsection. Joe grabbed a hold of her elbow and helped her lower down on the ground. 

“Libby?!’  

Another loud bang filled the air and Tessa crumbled to the ground face first. Riker had come up from behind her and shot her. 

“We need another ambulance over here!” He said into his radio before going over to the trio.

 “I am okay.” She gasped between breaths of pain. “I don’t think she hit anything.” Danny reached his hand out and put it on her stomach. It came back bloody. 

“Oh shit.” She muttered, “Mom is gonna be so pissed.” 

[yourstruly9489]

Hi! It's probably too late, but I want to talk about it anyways. If jo1sstuff sees this, look away. It's spoilers.

Anyways, I'm working on a Danny Phantom x Gravity Falls fanfic. If you don't know either Danny Phantom or Gravity Falls, check them out. Especially Gravity Falls. Danny Phantom is about a boy named Danny who is a half ghost and protects his town from ghosts. Gravity Falls is about a pair of twins, Dipper and Mabel, uncovering the secrets of a very weird town.

I've got the entire first chapter planned out but am mostly lost from there. Only vague ideas for one or two other chapters. This first chapter could probably also be separated into multiple chapters based on how long it is currently. I'm not even done with it, only two-thirds through. I've already got 2k words.

I have a little notebook I've completely dedicated to planning it out. The first page is of the characters. The second page is random ideas for things that could happen. Third page is the outline for the first chapter, plus doodles and notes to help visualize things. The rest of the pages will likely be more chapters or random ideas overall.

I struggled with character ages. Danny Phantom takes place in 2004 and the main character, Danny, is 14. Gravity Falls takes place in 2012 and the main characters, Dipper and Mabel, are 12, but turn 13 at the very end of the show. The fic takes place 3 years after the end of Gravity Falls, therefore in 2015. This means if I want to follow logic, Danny would be 8 years older than Dipper and Mabel. So Dipper and Mabel are 15 and Danny is 23. All this caused me much confusion trying to figure it out.

Here's an excerpt from what I've written so far:

   “Mabel, don’t you think that’s enough syrup?” Dipper was watching his sister pour unholy amounts of syrup all over her pancakes. Though, he should be used to this by now. He had been living with her his whole life, and was very familiar with her love for sweets.    “Haha. Nope!” Mabel then began to pour the syrup straight into her mouth, making gurgling noises. How her teeth weren’t constantly covered in cavities, Dipper could never figure out.    With some struggle, Grunkle Stan took the syrup out of her hand, and began pouring it on his own pancakes.    “You do not need to be having a sugar rush before noon.”    Dipper grimaced in remembrance of the last time that happened. They were still trying to get the glitter out of the coffee maker, the ceiling fan, and all of the toilets. It was bad for the Mystery Shack’s business, as Grunkle Stan had often complained.

And another:

   Dipper sighed and turned to Grunkle Ford to put an end to this pointless argument. Dipper looked at him for a second before speaking.    “Um. Grunkle Ford..?” The man in question had his face planted in his food, snoring loudly.    Mabel poked him, causing him to wake up and look around in confusion. Not that he could see very well anyway, his glasses were covered in scrambled eggs.    “What’s happening?” Grunkle Ford took off his glasses to rid them of the eggs.

And one more excerpt:

   “So, Danny~” Mabel interjected. “Which is the better breakfast food, waffles or pancakes?”    Dipper groaned, not this again.    “Hmm. I’m gonna have to go with pancakes.” Danny grinned again. He definitely had fangs. “Though either’s better than toast.”    “What’s wrong with toast?”    “Toast is too dry. My toaster has also come to life in the past. Jazz is still trying to psycho-analyze the trauma I got from that encounter.”    “What?”    “What?” How was he just acting like there was nothing unusual about that comment? He’s going to drive Dipper crazy.

I reread what I had written recently, because I abandoned it for a month or two, and was like "When did I get good at writing?"

I hope you're feeling less stressed now. :D

If you have any advice or ideas for this fic, please let me know. I have never written a fic before.

HELLO! CALLING ALL WRITERS

Please PLEASE ramble to me about your WIP. Getting ready for a dance concert and I'm stressed AF and am craving writblulr knowledge. Mutuals, anyone, if you have a story you're wanting to talk about. I'm here and willing to listen. Though I might not see all of them today as I'm tired and want to sleep when I get home I will read and respond to them eventually 👌🏻 speak.

(Quick edit. Holy crap I did not expect this many 🤣 I may not have responded to many of them because i am awful at that but i have read them all and these all sound so awesome ngl :D)

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crushcrushcrush - Daniel Wagner (Enemies to Lovers)

What happens when your nemesis becomes the only person you can rely on?

Warnings: 18+, Angst, cursing, mention of assault but someone stands up for you 👀, choking (not in the way you think), talks of a panic attack.

(Please let me know if you know who’s pic this is. Also should I write more to this?)

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Daniel fucking Wagner.

Bane of your existence. A stolen guitar pick in kindergarten turned a lifelong friendship into a different kind of commitment. It was your lucky guitar pick and that curly haired, brown eyed asshole knew it. The last thing you had from your dad and Daniel lost it.

Sam thought the whole deal was over dramatic and above his pay grade. The lanky bassist tunes his acoustic, speaking to his older brothers like the pair of us don’t exist, and if he sees us glaring at each other he hasn’t said anything. Cunt. You huff and move to pour yourself something stronger.

Now, one of the many blessings curses the universe gifted you was a bull like stubbornness. You could mean mug and stare with the best of them and many a man had tucked tail and run in the wake of your anger. It seemed to have one exception though. A 6 foot Adonis of a man with the sweetest heart, yet he’s staring you down like you’re about grow snakes from your head and turn him to stone.

The inner child who yearns for their friend weeps at this cruel twist of fate, but the hardened young adult you’ve become has no problem stuffing the feelings down. Out of sight out of mind, like mother always said you think bitterly.

Now you wouldn’t openly admit how many times you’ve thought of Danny as something other than your mortal nemesis since that fateful day in 2005, but it’s definitely more than 0, which is what it should be. It brings you no end of shame. It’s embarrassing how much time you spend watching him when you know he can’t see.

Not in a creepy way!

This isn’t a ‘YOU’ situation, just a -parish the thought- a crush. Have you stuffed the feelings way down and locked them up with chains and spikes and booby traps along with your heart and your vulnerability? Yes. Would your therapist advise that? Probably not, but it hasn’t backfired yet.

The boys’ manager interrupts your staring contest with Daniel as he announces the boys have 5 minutes to show time. Sam stands from the couch, walking over to clap his partner in crime on the shoulder, wrapping his arm around him.

You look on in envy.

Why couldn’t he have been more careful? I trusted him, your inner child seems to wail. You rub your eyes, forcing away the tears pricking there. You had tried to let it go time and time again, had even tried to apologize for over reacting. It just ended in a fight.

“Hey, kid! Happy birthday,” Jake rasps, wrapping you in a hug. He had already done this earlier, but you assume he could sense your discomfort with Daniel no longer occupying your vision.

“Thanks. 23, I’m a quarter of the way to 30, woo!” You tease, holding your hands up in mock celebration before dropping them around him in a tight hug, pouring your gratitude into it.

Jake laughs, giving you a squeeze as if to say ‘I feel you. You’re not alone.’ He pulls back, his hands holding your biceps at arms length. “Let’s look at you,” he says in his Oliver Reed accent, “Yes, wonderful. Your working out to be a fine human being, darling. We’re grateful to have you.”

The comment makes you misty eyed and the laugh that follows is watery as you muster an “Aw. Thank you,” wiping away a few errant tears.

What you don’t see is how Daniel’s jaw clenches and his shoulders tense. A muscle in his cheek twitches as he watches the scene as discretely as he can manage.

Jake notices, but doesn’t call attention, just pulls you forward to press a brotherly kiss to your forehead. “You’ll always be family and we’re lucky for having met you,” he leans in whispering, “even Daniel,” turns on his heel and marches away to torment his twin.

A hiccup of surprise works it’s way out of you and you almost feel MORE surprised at that than Jake’s brazenness. You mull it over a moment more then file it away for later, deciding it was time to talk to Sam. Taking a couple deep breaths you make your way over. This has been the closest you and Daniel have been since the day.

“Break a leg, guys,” your voice is firm and encouraging much to all three of you’s surprise. You even manage a small smile and an awkward wave at Danny. Without waiting to hear them respond, you breeze off to take your place at the barricade.

The guy’s security guard leads you out to be in front of the barricade and the crowd screams excitedly. You wave and say ‘Hi’ taking pictures of the crowd and capturing their excitement and anticipation.

It’s not long before the guys are running on and the curtain is dropping. You capture some of Josh’s theatrics and Jake’s sweet smiles to people in the crowd, even manage to snag a couple good ones of Sammy interacting with the crowd.

You attempt to snap a couple of Danny from the pit but they never turn out right. All of them are blurry or over saturated. Cursing you snatch up your equipment and run around to the side to climb on stage just in time for the drum solo to begin.

You’d watched Danny do this quite a bit now, but something about tonight was different. Like he has something to say that he can’t formulate in words. He plays like he has something to prove and it’s a mesmerizing sight.

Keeping the camera to your eyes you move around snapping tens if not hundreds of pictures of Daniel in his element, doing what he loves. You don’t worry about checking them now, looking at them could mean missing a good shot.

The entire solo is captured on your SD card and you take a big breath as you realize just how much you’re gonna have to sift through tonight. Laughing you just happen to see the last picture you captured out of the corner of your eye before the preview disappears. Gasping you fumble with your camera, pulling up the gallery and selecting the last one.

You’re convinced you will never capture another photo more beautiful in your life. Daniel is standing after his solo, a proud smile on his face. He looks so overjoyed… and absolutely fucking jacked, holy shit.

Your jaw drops and you pull the camera a little closer to check that it’s actually there when Josh clears his throat, scaring you.

“You’re standing in my spot. Don’t you know the stage is all mine,” he teases, smirking knowingly.

“Shut up,” you mumble, scurrying away to take pictures of Sammy at his piano.

The rest of the set rushes by fast and before you know it the boys are saying goodbye and heading back. You snap some sweet moments between the boys and the fans, dropping your camera to hang around your neck as you follow them back towards the green room.

You’re about to reach the end of the barricade when some guy grabs your camera strap. He’s drunk and belligerent and clearly oblivious to the fact his grip on your camera is choking you. He’s slurring and drawling about how you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen and he hopes you’re single cause he wants you.

Arms flailing, hands slapping at the man, trying desperately to loosen his grip you feel your head begin to swim and black pricks at your vision, then suddenly gravity takes hold and your gasping and spluttering in the floor.

Shuffling and yelling sounds around you and you curl up a little trying to stay out of the way as you cough and regain your breath. You hear the sound of bone and flesh meeting bone and flesh and a pained grunt followed by angry yells and exclamations of support for the person who threw the punch.

Just as you’re getting your bearings they’re torn away again as you’re lifted up and cradled in someone’s arms. Looking around you gasp when you see a mess of curls. “Daniel, what are-“

“Shut up,” he grunts. Seventeen years he hasn’t spoken to you and the first time he does it something so very…

“Rude,” you grumble, “I almost died. Least you could do is treat me with better bedside manner,”

Daniel snorts, shaking his head. He looks down in a way that causes his hair to obscure his face from where you are in his arms. “You okay?” He asks simply.

Taking a moment to assess your current state you immediately have a panic attack as the adrenaline finally wears off, tears begin to stream down your face as sobs tear through you. Your hands clutch at Daniel like you’re falling and you’re scared.

“There it is,” Danny cradles you tighter, glaring at anyone who tries to get in his way. He finds the first empty room and closes the door pressing his back up against it. He slides down it, maneuvering you so you’re sitting up, face buried in his neck. “Let it out. You’re safe,” he whispers, dropping a kiss to your head. “Breathe.”

His hand rubs your back in soothing circles and he breathes in and out slowly and methodically until you begin mimicking his actions. “Good,” he coos, patting your back.

You realize the room you’re in is a dark closet and you silently thank Daniel for finding the one place you’d feel most comfortable in this situation. Sitting up you take a bigger, deeper breath. It’s shaky and a little sob leaves in the exhale, but it’s stronger.

Danny watches you closely, making sure you’re coming out of it okay. “How are you feeling?”

You shrug, slipping from his lap and to the floor a little bit away from him, picking at your nails, “Like something traumatic just happened and the one person I wanted in that moment was the one person who got to me quickest.” It’s scary to admit, but it feels freeing.

Daniel smiles at you softly for the first time in almost 2 decades, remembering some far off time -a time just like this a million years ago when a curly haired, brown eyed asshole found you hiding from the fireworks and held you much like he had tonight. “I’ve missed you,” he whispers, barely audible and you would have missed it if you weren’t centimeters from him.

Two paths stretch out in front of you. You appraise both choices and choose the one you’ve been passing up for too long now. Fuck it. It’s my birthday, you think. “I’ve missed you too.”

Daniel laughs in relief and you find yourself laughing as the weight lifts off you to. It’s not gone, but it isn’t so hard to bear on two sets of shoulders.

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[goodfish-bowl]

A Machete and a Silver Chain

Danny Phantom and Gravity Falls Crossover

Summary: Dipper knows something is off with that new guy working the night shift at the only gas station in Gravity Falls, Danny.

AO3 Link

Words: 1927

Notes: Was supposed to be for Crossover Danuary Week 2022, but meh, better (super) late than never.

Dipper wanted proof. He craved it. He wanted to show Mabel that the cute guy she’d been doting on for the past few days was a threat. Dipper had the insatiable need to prove that Danny, the night shift employee at the only gas station in Gravity Falls, wasn’t human.

This Danny guy had started working there some time a few weeks after the twins had arrived in Gravity Falls. Candy and Grenda had quickly told Mabel about the development, including all the rumors. Danny was from out of town, looked to be in his teens, but when asked, said he was 18. No one knew him, he was a complete stranger. He never gave a last name, only to call him Danny. No one even had an idea where he lived, but the only time he was ever seen was late at night, working his shift at the gas station desk.

Now, when Dipper had first met the guy, he’d seemed nice (Wendy seemed to like him an uncomfortable amount, which only upset himself further, not that he would admit it,) but he sent chills down Dipper’s spine when those striking blue eyes stared at him a second too long. Mabel immediately fell in love (despite the fact that the guy was clearly not interested and at least a couple years older than her), but that wasn’t really surprising. The trio of girls giggled and gossiped about him, making up all sorts of stories about who he was and where he came from. Dipper was forced to listen to as many different iterations of cheesy romance tropes as he could remember. Runaway prince, undercover agent, runaway undercover agent, runaway undercover agent that was actually a prince…

“Maybe he’s a vampire or something?” Dipper threw out there.

Mable gasped, “I wonder if he sparkles in the sunlight?!”

“No!” Dipper exclaimed, “Vampire’s are dangerous, Mabel, and they definitely don’t sparkle.” Dipper quickly brought out his journal, quickly flipping to the page on vampires and shoved it in his twin's face. “See?! Dangerous! Vampires only look attractive so he can lure you away and eat you!”

“But the danger, Bro Bro, it makes the romance so much sweeter… a forbidden romance…” Mabel swooned, and the other two girls joined in.

Dipper groaned in agony, “Fine! Get yourself eaten. I’m going to actually do something about this!” He declared, jumping from his position on the bed and stumbling out of the room.

Dipper rushed through the Mystery Shack, nearly falling down the stairs, nearly tripping Grunkle Stan, punched in the code to the vending machine, and rushed into the hidden spaces below.

“Grunkle Ford!” Dipper called once the elevator reached the second floor.

“Ah, Dipper,” Grunkle Ford greeted, “Just in time! I could really use your help cleaning-”

Dipper cut off Grunkle Ford before he could get much farther, flipping to the page he had just shown to Mabel, and showing Grunkle Ford in turn.

“I think the new guy at the gas station is a vampire,” Dipper stated.

“Oh?” Grunkle Ford hummed, hand on his chin. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard of a vampire in Gravity Falls. They typically prefer more populated areas, but I suppose an isolated town in the middle of the woods has its own benefits,” Ford mused. “Can you describe him?”

Dipped nodded, “Yeah, um…” Dipper thought back on his meeting with Danny, “He’s really pale, he most likely says he’s older than he is. No one ever sees him during the day, only during his shift at the gas station. No one knows where he lives…” Dipper tried to think of something else, when another memory resurfaced, “His hands are super cold! Like holding onto something frozen. He didn’t show his teeth when he smiled. Oh, oh, oh! And his eyes! They’re really blue, but they do that thing, like a cat! Where they glow!” Dipper had almost fainted when the lights flickered and he saw bright green eyes in the dark, not that he was going to tell Grunkle Ford that.

Grunkle Ford seemed to think about it for a moment, “Yep, that sounds like a vampire, alright. Dipper, do you remember how to get rid of a vampire?” Ford asked.

Dipper pondered for a moment before answering, trying not to look at the book for the answer. ”Wooden stake or silver?” He guessed.

Ford grinned, “Those will hurt the vamp, but not kill it. To kill a vampire you need to behead it.”

Dipper paled, “Behead?!”

Ford sighed, tired but sympathetic. “Vampires are dangerous, Dipper,” Ford explained, “If we don’t get rid of him, he could hurt a lot of people, that’s not even counting the people he might have already killed.”

Dipper gulped, not liking the idea, but agreeing that it sounds reasonable, “Alright, I guess. But we have to make sure first. Do you have anything for that?”

Ford hummed in thought, snapping when he obviously had an idea, and began rummaging through some drawers in the lab. Dipper watched anxiously. He really hoped Ford wouldn’t just outright kill Danny. Sure, Danny could be a dangerous vampire, but he could also just be a weirdly creepy guy. Dipper didn’t like the idea of hurting someone who didn’t deserve it. (Dipper didn’t want to think about how Ford probably wouldn't have checked to make sure Danny is a vampire first if he hadn’t mentioned it.)

Ford pulled out a thick silver chain with a cross dangling from it with a triumphant shout. “Silver! It won’t kill him, but it will certainly do the trick of proof. The cross is iron too. Won’t hurt a vamp, but it works on a lot of other things,” Ford explained, and Dipper mentally jotted down notes. (He would physically jot them down later.)

Ford checked the clock, “Six o-clock, sun sets in a couple of minutes,” Ford turned to him, “Are you ready?”

Dipper nodded, swallowing his doubt and the dreadful feeling in his stomach that something bad was going to happen.

Dipper carefully watched Danny through the window to the gas station. Neither Dipper nor Ford could find out how Danny had arrived, he had just walked out of the back like he had been there the entire time. (They’d been staked out here for about an hour and a half, watching people come and go, Danny had only been on shift for about a third of it.) Ford was waiting until the lull in late night activity, so that there were very little chance of them being interrupted should something go south. Mabel was most definitely asleep by now, but Dipper was helping people, so he’d stay awake for as long as it took.

Ford gave Dipper a light shove somewhere around 1:30 am, jolting the boy away from his half-doze. Dipper gave a small, started yelp at the sudden contact, only to be shoved quickly down by Ford. Danny was looking over in their direction, eyes narrowed. Dipper stiffened, there was no way a normal person would have heard that. Ford and Dipper stayed frozen for what could have easily been twenty minutes, before Danny went back to paying attention to whatever he was doing on the laptop set up in front of him.

Ford handed Dipper a machete when it was time, one that was sharp and light enough for him to use. He still held it unsteadily.

“Hide it under your jacket. I’ll be the one to check, you’re my back up,” Ford ordered, and Dipper nodded, slipping the machete into the back of his jacket.

They emerged from their hiding spot and casually walked into the gas station, a small bell announcing their arrival. Danny looked up for a split second, blue eyes piecing them, before he returned to his work. Dipper still felt like he was being carefully watched, the uncomfortable chill of the machete against his shirt feeling like it was burning him. Ford beckoned him to a place between the shelves and away from the cameras, a blind spot, then began gesturing with his hands in some sort of code.

Ford agreed that there was something up with Danny. Dipper was supposed to stay crouched down until Ford signaled him. Ford was going to approach Danny now.

“Young man, could you take a look at something for me real quick?” Ford asked, pretending to be the old man he really was.

“Huh?” Danny asked, looking up somewhat surprised, “Sure, I guess?”

“I have this old chain, and the clasp is broken, but my eyes aren’t what they used to be. Do you think you could latch it for me?”

Danny shrugged, “Sure thing.”

Ford pressed the silver chain into Danny’s hand. No reaction. Danny looked at the chain.

“Huh, this is quite the piece,” Danny hummed. Then he went to grab the cross to get a better look at the cross.

Danny let out a startled gasp when he made contact with it, yanking back his hand in shock. The cross had burned him, not the chain. Ford lunged all the same, easily clearing the counter, and making a grab to pin Danny on the ground. Danny shouted and grunted, trying to get Ford off of him and Dipper rushed out of his position and gave the machete to Ford across the counter. He couldn’t see the fight on the ground behind the counter, but from the sound of it, Ford was barely able to keep Danny down.

In that second when he handed off the machete, Dipper got a glimpse of the situation. Ford had his arm pinned against Danny’s throat, who was snarling back, sharpened canines snapping and scratching at Ford trying to escape, eyes blown wide in panic and doused in a toxic green Dipper had never seen before. Ford snatched the machete and held it to Danny’s neck, the point drawing a thin line of blood. Danny froze, muscles still drawn taunt, and Ford rasped on top of him, holding Danny in place.

“I don’t know what you are,” Ford growled, “but the only beings I know that are burned by pure iron are much more dangerous than vampires.”

Danny didn’t say anything, probably due to the machete at his neck, and Ford’s attention seemed to be drawn to something Dipper couldn’t see.

“I wasn’t hurting anyone,” Dipper heard Danny whisper, sad and solemn, but it was nearly drowned out by Ford’s startled shout,

Ford shot to his feet and snapped his head around, looking for something. Ford easily cleared the counter, and Dipper glanced over it. Danny was gone… but he had been there just a second ago. He had heard the creepy teen speak. But no one was there now. Ford rushed through the gas station for a minute or two, looking for someone that wasn’t there, before slumping in on himself with a tired sigh.

“Grunkle Ford,” Dipper asked hesitantly, “What happened?”

“He got away,” Ford admitted, exhausted,“He slipped right through the floor once he was able to gain his bearings. I don’t think he’ll be coming back here anytime soon either.” Ford glanced at the machete and approached Dipper. “But this wasn’t a wasted trip, look.”

Dipper glanced at the blood on the tip of the machete. It was red and green, a neon toxic green to be exact, but neither was able to fully mix with each other, creating a marbled effect.

“Do you know what Danny is?” Dipper asked, almost fearing the answer.

Ford looked down, shoulders tense and jaw clenched.

“Dangerous.”

[dragonmasterhiccup]

She shook her head, letting out a sarcastic chuckle. “You’re kind of proving my point here; he… he thought he was doing something good, he thought he was ‘saving’ me, but he almost killed you in the process, which isn’t necessarily good, y’know?” She was trying so hard to get Hiccup to understand what she was saying; some people just can’t be good, and she was probably one of those people.

“Hiccup, stop. You don’t know me as well as you think you do. I am probably insane, it just hasn’t been shown to the public yet. And I want to be good, believe me I do, but I… you need to be prepared for that switch to flip.”

“Yeah, okay, but what if me being a ‘lone wolf’ is the best option? Not even in the sense of being someone so strong that they can survive on their own, but what about those people that should be alone? Those people that are threats to everyone else to the point where it’s safer if they’re cut off from everyone else? What if that’s me?”

Hugging him back, she wrapped her arms around him tightly, resting her head just below his shoulder. “I know, and I’m sorry, I… I won’t say anything like that ever again, I swear.”

Looking up at him, she shook her head, a small frown plastered on her face. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You can’t control what I think, and I know you were just trying to keep me safe.” She shrugged. “If anything, I honestly think I should be saying ‘thanks.’”

“O-oh, okay, I just thought you meant me, y’know? Sorry, I… I get it…” She thought for a moment before continuing, “About Spitelout… I’ve uh- I’ve kind of heard people talking about rumors that he’s spreading, that may or may not be about you and Astrid? Now I don’t know anything for sure, I just heard a couple people talking about it while I was at the stables, and I didn’t know if you knew about it.”

"Well, from his perspective, I was the bad guy. I-I don't know, Danny. Maybe you're right, but I've seen it enough to know that people can change, they just have to want to. No one is inherently good or bad, it's all in what they choose."

Looking at her with sad eyes, he had trouble understanding what she was saying. He'd seen her in many situations, many states of mind. The only time he truly thought she was doing something crazy was when she'd waded through the ocean during that blizzard. But she was sleep deprived, and that can cause people's rational thoughts to just go out the window.

His expression one of sorrow, he shook his head. "Danny, you're not that person. You're not a threat to everyone around you, and we tried keeping you separated from the others because it's what you wanted, and it didn't work. You were miserable and lonely... since moving in with mom, things have been better for you, haven't they?"

Hugging her back just as tightly, he nodded. "Consider it all forgotten, alright?"

He had initially winced a little as soon as he had said he was trying to protect Danny, because in the past, she hadn't reacted well to that phrasing, but he was pleasantly surprised to hear her response. "Exactly. Keeping their sisters safe is half the job of being an older brother, isn't it?" Well, probably not when it came to the twins, but they were... different.

Tilting his head, he inquired, "Say thanks? For what?" If it was for the whole name situation, he definitely could have handled that better beforehand.

He felt a twist in the pit of his stomach, his expression becoming a mix of confusion, anger, and disbelief. "What? That was Spitelout? I've heard some whispers, and some people have come to me offering advice that was unwarranted, but I have yet to hear what the actual rumor is." He let out a frustrated groan and started pacing. "He knows he can't go after you, since I made him give his word, so he's targeting me and Astrid instead..." Letting out a quick exhale, he placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head, before turning back to Danny. "I...I have to talk to Astrid, but first, do you know what the rumor is, that he's spreading? I can't let this go unaddressed..."

[thecatchat]

What if we combined this with the "speed force and ghost zone are opposite/repelling forces" prompt from a while back? Wally talks to them over the phone and decides to practice some stealth skills with whatever other speedsters are in the story. Batman had been bugging him about improving them, and this was a relatively low stakes, low-key thing to practice on. Just a sleepy small town in Wisconsin, right? Easy.

Then he hits the border of town.

And it's not like he hit a wall or getting snagged on something, but he slows down. Like he's somehow running underwater. As he drops the speed force, the resistance disappears, but he can feel the smothering feeling of something blanketing the town that only gets worse when he gets closer.

He can immediately tell, it's not that the speed force is being cut off. It's just meeting resistance. He's sure there's a reason, but he's going to head back home first and tell everyone about this. *Because this is a new thing they should work together on and definitely not because it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up and something in the speed force curl and everything is so still and quiet and the best word to describe it all would be dead.

Still, he told the kids over the phone that he would pick them up and help them move their stuff into a van while their parents were "out doing field work", and he's not about to break that promise. Everyone wants to meet the new kids, so they all pile into the car and actually drive to the town so they can work on getting the stuff out like normal people.

The other speedsters feel it as they get into town, and as they get closer to the house, the worse it gets. They roll up to a house with what looks like a UFO on top, but none of the speedsters even make a joke about it because everything in this town is so still *so dead.

The new kids are on the front steps of the house. A brother-sister duo, not twins, though. And the way they stand is perfectly normal, but all the speedsters just can't help but think, "They're standing so still. Are they even breathing? *Are they even alive?"

Once they all pile out of the car, the older red head and non-speedsters start chatting along quietly about what to get and logistics, but the speedsters and the younger brother are just staring at each other. The kids eyes were blue before, but now they're a solid green as he squints his eyes at them like he's trying to see something on them. Or in them.

"Hi, I'm Wally," It's a half strangled greeting but anything to break the still tension in the air.

In a response, that was definitely not what the kid - Danny, his sister had introduced him as that - wanted to say, he blurted out, "What killed you to make you so alive?"

In a response that was equally as thought out, a speedster responds, "Why are you so dead?"

The resulting silence made it easy to notice how quiet the town was, no birds chirping, roads clear of cars, no other people walking around causing chatter. If it wasn't for the fact that they had seen people on their way in, Wally would have thought it was a ghost town.

"We'll answer all your questions once we're packed up and out of town." Jazz broke in and started handing out orders.

They were ready to go two minutes later.

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*Because this is a new thing they should work together on and definitely not because it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up and something in the speed force curl and everything is so still and quiet and the best word to describe it all would be dead.

*so dead

*are they even alive?

Short DPXDC Prompts #726

After a Bad reaction from their parents when Danny revealed that he was Phantom, He and Jazz flee to their Uncle’s house who offered to house the two until Jazz turned 18.

It doesn’t take long for them to realize that Uncle Wally was hiding a secret identity of his own

[hiimkay]

Her Seat (Imagine)

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x female!reader

Word Count: 1.7k words

Summary: You and the twins had been closer than most for your whole lives, and you’ve fallen in love with the older of the two. You’ve grown to be an integral part of the Kiszka family, even laying claim to your own specific seat near the fire pit. None of them are prepared to lose you so soon.

WARNINGS: Mentions of a car accident, mentions of death and a body, portrayal of grief and sadness.

I’m starting off with a sad one, I still want to share it though to see what you guys think! I can’t remember when exactly I got this idea, but I’ve been slowly working it into what it is now, and although it’s nowhere near a perfect product I think it still conveys what I wanted it to. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for reading!

You had always been like an unofficial Kiszka child. The boys' parents and yours had been friends since high school, meaning you were almost always having dinner together or celebrating Christmas as one big family. You had your very own special log to sit on out near the Kiszka's large fire pit in their back yard. It was your seat, nobody was allowed to sit in it unless they wanted to feel your wrath. You had even carved your initials into it once when you and Jake fought over it.

You and Jake were always super close, you both took mostly the same classes in high school, studied together, got the same part-time job, did almost everything together. Jake was even the first to find out about your crush on his twin brother and your second-closest friend, Josh.

All throughout high school, you had slowly been developing feelings for Josh. You’d go see him in every play the theater program put on, you’d help him study for classes he struggled with, you even gave him advice about girls he liked. Then you’d always tell Jake about it later, about how much you hated that Josh liked other girls, about how you wished he'd notice you like he noticed the other girls, and Jake would always listen. He offered to talk to Josh on your behalf once but you refused, saying that if it was going to happen it should happen naturally when in reality you were just terrified of what would happen if he did say something to Josh.

Graduation came and the boys really started working on their music. You would sit in during garage rehearsals and give feedback when asked for it. You loved watching Josh develop his sound, Jake improve his guitar playing, and Sammy bounce between keyboard and bass like it was second nature. Danny was a wonder on the drum set and pulled the whole thing together. When Josh would run lyrics by you, your heart would melt. You began to feel like a member of the band, even though you couldn't play an instrument well enough to keep up.

One night, Josh was running some lyrics by you after the rest of the guys had packed up and left for bed, leaving the two of you alone. Josh was reading lyrics that seemed to be written either for or about a girl, and finally you couldn't keep yourself from asking.

"Who are these about, Josh?" The question definitely caught him off guard.

"I don't know, it's just something I came up with. I don't really write about anyone in particular." You had hoped his answer would be different, but a part of you felt relieved that he wasn't writing about anyone specific.

"You could write about me..." You muttered, glancing over his scribbled words.

"Do you want me to?" You froze, realizing you hadn't mumbled as quietly as you thought.

That night was the beginning of your relationship. You and Josh became what everyone always thought you and Jake would be. You went wandering in the forest together, went to see indie movies in the theater together, you were always pushing each other to try something new. You became his muse and his biggest fan after his parents, of course. You still maintained your friendship with Jake, which he was thankful for. It was rare for you to not be at the Kiszka household for one reason or another.

As Greta began to produce music, with the release of their first EP, you knew Josh and Jake would both be super busy. As much pride as you felt in them, you couldn't help but miss the time you used to spend with your favorite boys. On a whim, you bought Josh a necklace to wear, and a matching one for yourself. The small compass charm hanging from the chain meant to you that you would always find each other, and Josh wore it every day after you gave it to him. When you had bought it, you felt kind of silly for thinking he’d like it, but seeing him wear it so proudly made any regret or doubt you felt disappear instantly.

While the boys were occupied with music production and the planning of a possible tour, you decided that it would be the perfect time to check off a few things on your bucket list. You traveled to the Upper Peninsula for a few days and saw Mackinac Island, you traveled to each of the Great Lakes, you took an art class and got into old film cameras and drawing, just silly things that you never thought you had time for before.

On your way home from one of your list adventures, a pickup truck crossed the center line and came straight for you. The truck was going plenty over the speed limit and you didn't have enough time to get out of the way. Your car was completely totaled, and you were killed on impact.

When the police arrived at your front door and asked your parents to identify a body they believed to be yours, they completely broke down. They didn't leave the house at all and didn't speak to anyone. It took a week for anyone to come check on them, and it was the boys' mom, Karen, who finally broke the silence. She showed up at your house, worried because none of them had seen or heard from you or your parents all week.

They let her in, broke the news to her and relived the pain all over again, only this time, there was someone there feeling it with them. Karen felt as if she'd lost a child too, and she hurt even worse knowing that she'd have to break the news to her boys. She left your house after a few hours and headed home, making sure your parents knew that she would always be there if they needed anything. When she made it back home, the boys were eager to hear about why you hadn't called, texted or stopped by to see any of them in a week.

The silence that fell over the Kiszka household was deafening. Jake didn't know what to say or do after finding out that his best friend was gone. Josh wouldn't believe it, at first. He denied it relentlessly, sure that you would be home soon and that your phone had just died while you were out. Sammy felt like a part of him had been torn out, and Danny didn’t have any reaction at all, at first. The first night, Jake laid in his bed and cried as quietly as he could. Josh sat up in his bed, feeling numb and empty as the moonlight slowly transitioned to sunrise. 

It finally all came crashing down on Josh when your parents told him to go see you. He went alone, entering the funeral home like he was about to prove everyone wrong. Maybe your parents had misidentified a body, maybe you were still out there somewhere. His heart fell through his feet when the funeral  director offered him the compass necklace you always wore to match the one around his neck. When he saw you, he couldn't help but break down. The way you looked, so cold and pale, was nothing like how you were when you were alive. All of the light and energy you radiated was gone, you were nothing but a shell laying under a white sheet, a few noticeable wounds from the accident littering your skin.

Your funeral was very bittersweet. The entire building was packed with people full of love who knew you and wanted to pay respects, and almost everyone was hurting. Your mother sobbed loudly in the front row and your father sat next to her, trying to hold his own composure. Jake cried quietly, staring at the simple green urn you were now resting in. Josh cried more noticeably and Karen held him to offer some sort of comfort. After the service, your mom offered the Kiszkas a smaller urn that matched the larger one, feeling that it was only right for your second family to have a piece of you as well. The twins got memorial charms for you, and the rest of the ashes found a spot on their mantle next to one of your senior pictures. Josh put the memorial charm on the same chain as his compass, that way you’d always be with him and as close to his heart as possible.

It took a while, but eventually the boys returned to making music and headed out on tour. Danny finally felt the full weight of your absence, not having you there to cheer on his skills on the drum kit when no one else would. Josh had written a song about you with the help of his three brothers and wanted to perform it during their tour, so on their very first night he wore the compass necklace with your memorial charm. Under the setting sun, as they stood on stage, he pressed the charm to his lips and glanced up at the sky before beginning the show. You became his lucky charm, both literally and figuratively after that.

After the boys returned home from an extremely successful tour, the weather started to chill and their dad was outside burning some brush and fallen branches. Josh walked outside to join him, needing some fresh air and familiar comfort. He hadn't been able to focus on anything other than the hole in his heart and the empty side of his bed since he got home.

His world stopped spinning as he watched his father reach for your log. Your log, the one with your initials carved into it, the one you almost fist-fought Jake over, the one right next to his own log.

"That's her seat." He mumbled, taking the log from his father's arms quickly.

"Josh-"

"It's her seat, dad! This is her spot, this is where she sits and we can't get rid of it!" Josh shouted, his voice breaking as tears clouded his vision. His dad looked at him with sympathetic eyes and squeezed his shoulder lightly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to try and burn her seat. We can leave it where it was."

"She'll still sit in it, even if we can't see her there. I know she'll be there. She's always there."

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