#Guardian Danny phantom

[flamingpudding]

Dan's Rage Room

It all started as a little Joke for Danny. Jazz mentioned Dan needing a place to decompress and that resulted in Danny getting a crazy idea while he sat in the Buisness Class Course of his Highschool. It wasn't supposed to become a serious business but somehow the little warehouse in Amity Park he secured, through blackmailing Vlad cause the man owns him after all he was put through. Became an official big store, once Dani put up a sign saying 'Dan's Rage Room' as joke.

People of Amity Park apparently thought it was a legit store. And damn... Danny shouldn't have been as surprised as he was when more and more people appeared and asked how much an hour costed. It was Sam and Tucker that then convinced him to make it a legitimate Business, Jazz and his mother helped him fill out the form. And so 'Dan's Rage Room' became Danny's very own Business. Though he did try to push splitten ownership onto his clones/time selves/ cousins/ clone siblings / clone kids (It's complicated okay? Danny still hasn't figured out how to categorise Dan and Dani, but hey they were family.) But Dan and Dani refused to take any sort of owner ship, even when everything originally started as a place for Dan to unwind.

Eitherway his Business grew, and Danny ended up expanding to other cities, figuring out that if Amity Park's people needed this, others would too. With a bit of help and unwilling on his part teaching from Vlad. Danny opened up more Stores, Central City, Metropolis, Star City. Unintentionally Danny made enough money so much that he didn't knew what to do with it and suddenly felt a new kind of understanding for Sam. Despite being sure his parents likely already did that Danny made money Fonds for Jazz, Dan and Dani. He didn't have much hope to go to collage himself considering his grades but that was fine with him. (According to what clockwork let slip and he hadn't told anyone, he would become King of the Infinite realms anyway, no need for a college degree for that, right?)

And wenn his sister decided she wanted to go to university in Gotham, the most crime riddled city known? None of the three D's hesitated to follow. Danny opened another branch of 'Dan's Rage Room' deciding that would finance their live in Gotham and still be an outlet for Dan.

What Danny didn't expect was the amount of people that weren't just 'goons' like he expected paying to let loose in there. Not that he recognised them but some of Danny's new regulars made sure he knew who some of the apparent Big Names showing up to his store were.

Jason at first thought that a new drug place had opened up at the border to Crime Alley, but after observation and seeing not just Goons but also regular Gothamites frequenting the place. Jason gave it a cautious shot, he wallst into the place completely geared up as Red Hood expecting some muscular unkept drug dealer or something at the reception, but what he found was a boy that didn't look older than Tim, small lanky and looking weirdly tired. That took the wind out of his sails as he stared stunned at the kid for a moment.

"Ah... I see guns. A bullet room then? You seem new too, first time? An hour costs 50 bucks added 5 for every additional half an hour." The boy looked up briefly before looking back down at the book he was reading, muttering something about his sister making him visit online classes.

Jason was just about to say something when someone walked in behind him and he blinked. A fucking dump truck of muscle walked in flaming white hair looking ready to rip something apart. The kid didn't even look up as they held up a green card and the guy stomped past him into a door, Jason assumed lead to the... rage rooms?

It took a moment but once he composed himself again, Jason opened his mouth again only to get interrupted by a little girl stomping in next, screeching about a fruitloop and stupid galas and stupid boys. Again the boy at the reception didn't even loop up, holding another green card to the girl who then proceeded to go through the same door the other guy had.

Once again it took Jason a moment to compose himself again, before he spoke, gruff and voice modulated. "One hour... gun room." He would snoop around if he could but if this really was just a rage room business... well he had some unresolved frustrations with B stocked up he could let loose.

Jason quickly became a regular at that place, he kept visiting it, even when he found out some of their big Villains frequented the place too. Though apparently the Joker was band. One day a big ass sign appeared on the side of the building spelling out 'NO CLOWNS ALLOWED'. When he asked Danny, he had gotten to know the boy at the reception desk by now and found some uncanny resemblance to his little brother, the boy had just shrugged and said "I hate clowns." Laughter barked out of Jason for no reason and he took his regular room card chuckling a "You and me, and 99% of Gotham kid."

That place quickly became one of Jasons safe heavens. Even if he ever only went there in full Red Hood gear. This place helped him manage his rage and anger. Some of his siblings started to use that room too, he knew Damian went there too. In full Robin gear mind you but apparently they had a room where he could fully test out his swords skills. Good for the kid.

But what stung though was Bruce, that man still didn't trust the place, something about background checks not adding up.

Jason was going to refute that, that was until one day he noticed an unusual amount of white van all around Danny's store. And only moments after he entered the store guys completely and ridiculously dressed in white stormed the place holding what Jason thought was futuristic Guns at the Danny's head who appeared somewhat unfazed. Well no one could place Jason for pulling out his own gun and holding it onto the dressed in White guy's head while the man spewed some nonsense about ghosts and more. Like hell he was let these people destroy a new safe heaven.

If Jason spread the word in the underground and suddenly, villains, goons and gothamites as well as vigilantes (his overprotective brothers really, Dick was not going to let someone destroy a place his little wing and baby bat loved to frequent...) started a reverse hunt on people ridiculously dressed like them. It wasn't his doing. And he certainly loved the frustration it caused Bruce too, seeing as even Gordon and the police force, corrupt or not, were in on it too. Governmental institution or not, Jason would make sure the GIW would be going down soon enough.

[methoughtsphantom]

Danny fake guardian angel au

You know how sometimes it’s highlighted how you have to be very careful on what you say in the presence of a spirit because they can twist your words and end up bidding yourself to it?? well uno-reverse-card the spirit also has to be careful on what he says because when Danny had said he owed the dude one for coming to his rescue in a gala Vlad had dragged him to, he didn’t expect that to be taken literally.

danny: wait seriously?? i literally say that all the time!

cw: not after being crowned ghost king, you haven’t

danny: but—but I was also human when I said it. doesn’t that protect me or smth

cw: *shakes his head*

danny:

danny: omg this is a nightmare

cue timmy’s brucequest period (cuz he’s the guy) being so high strung and tired, he just wants some company, which is a so low stakes thing to want the deal Danny unintentionally goes sure we can do that and pulls him towards the guy, despite Timmy never outright saying he wants company. (tim always speaks in the sanctity of his own mind, not out loud)

So. random spirit manifesting. Tim going all who the fuck are u

and Danny panicking and saying your guardian angel

Tim not being impressed while Danny promptly blushes like a moron because that did not come off as he wanted it to.

Yes accidental dead tired where the dynamic goes from Tim trying to shake this probably demon that somehow latched to him being all like ??? dude leave me alone, and Danny being there like bitch i’m trying

to

huh. im actually being protected by a spirit like he said he would. he’s strangely an idiot but also he’s overpowered and just never leaves my side which he says it’s an angel obligation but I think it’s bullshit but also hoping it’s not because it appeals to my crippling fear of abandonment (anyways he really seems to take after those little cartoon angels that poof into your shoulder to keep from me doing wrong decisions) translate into my future boyfriend seems increasingly appalled to what i am up to

meanwhile danny

Bitch you better thank your god I’m dead because otherwise I would already been killed. I did not sign up for a assassins what the fuck I thought you were a normal civilian not a literal superhero and omg that is a fruitloop. no no back off you wrinkly raisin this is my emotional support idiot you can’t have him and what do you mean you’re messing with time whatever this way I can get back to clockwork—

[satoshy12]

Angel Bat Danny

Bruce had been floating through this green place already for a few hours. That tiny, white-haired, winged boy with a halo found him and brought him to a place to stay.

It was a pretty nice Greek place, and he saw many people. Even met Pandora, you would think Diana would have end up here.

++ It was not Bruce's Fault ! Really! BELIEVE HIM!!

Well, he adopted the Angel Boy Daniel, after a few hours of knowing him. Had the papers too done.

+ And after maybe 2 or 3 weeks in the Zone but real world just few days, he was back in the Watch Tower, seeing the Justice League. It looks like John was able to bring back his soul. + A few days later, an Angel Bat appeared in Gotham, saving the town by making all the Joker Gas gone with a beat of his wings and healing them with a 2 beat.

+ Phantom:" Papa!" Batman:" Oh! Come here. I did promise you Burgers."

Later. Dick:" You were dead for just 2 days! And you had time to adopt Angel!" Bruce: "Don't blame me."

++ For Public it's now The Holy City Gotham??

[letoasai]

dp x dc Chronos part 2

Part 1  and Part 3 

The Justice League sat in the Watchtower, some of them at least. The meeting was meant to be a quick one, only certain members in attendance to make sure they were all on the same page after the debrief of the last mission. Not all of them were necessary and most were usually busy. 

Today Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash and Green Lantern were in the middle of wrapping things up when the alert sounded. The siren blared twice before the red lights in the corner of each room flashed in an emergency.

“What in the world…” Flash grumbled but was obviously the first to the controls to look for the problem. None of the main alarms had been triggered, none of the doors messed with. No unusual motion noted in parts of the station that were currently vacant. “Weird.” 

“What is it?” Batman was next beside him, arms crossed as he peered at the screen with narrowed eyes. 

“It’s the sensors.” Flash said. “We’re picking up some kind of  interference.” 

“Way up here? What kind?” Green Lantern asked, he’d moved to one of the wide windows of the viewing deck as if he would be able to see something approaching. As things were, there was nothing but the normal vastness of space with Earth to one side.

“No idea.” Flash said. “Never seen something like this before.” 

“Any idea on a location?” Superman asked, appearing by Green Lantern’s side. 

Flash just clucked his tongue, hitting buttons much faster than a normal person. It was almost an irritation that he had to wait for the computer to keep up with him. “I mean, there’s nothing exactly to track yet.” 

“An anomaly then.” Wonder Woman said, leaning back against the conference table they’d all just been sitting around. “Something natural?” 

“There’s nothing natural about this.” Batman said, tone skeptical as he gazed at the screens. 

“Gonna side with that bat on this one.” Flash said, “It’s more like a warning before anything happens. Something setting off the sensors but nothing else? Feels like it was on purpose.” 

Green Lantern rolled his eyes. “What, like something’s knocking before they make themselves known?” 

Before anyone could even offer their opinion on what they thought of something so ridiculous, a spark of green ripped through the air like lightning. Just as quickly it spread out into an obvious portal. Every member of the Justice League sprang into position, circling the phenomenon to block it in from every direction. Things like this shouldn’t have been possible, but it wasn’t the first time an intruder had gotten creative to get inside the Watchtower. 

Without any fanfare, a man stepped out. They presumed it was a man anyway. He was dressed in mostly shades of purple other than his leather boots and gloves. He was covered by a cloak and hood, but when he looked up, it was hard to say what about him was the most unsettling. The red eyes. The blue skin. The pendulum clock that set back into his chest so far that he could only be missing crucial organs. 

“Who are you?” Superman demanded, quickly trying to assess if there would be a fight or not. 

“How did you get here?” Batman said right after, gravel tone somehow more frightening because he was calm. 

The intruder just gestured with his thumb at the portal behind him. “Thought it was rather obvious.” 

“Your purpose?” Wonder Woman asked, looking relaxed but her body was tense and ready to react in a moments notice. 

“My purpose?” He chuckled quietly. In his hand was a staff they’d almost missed before, the top of it cradling a clock. It seemed to be a theme given the number of watches and clocks he wore. “I’ve come to call in a favor. The Justice League owes me several.” 

“We owe you? Ppfff. Yeah right. We don’t even know who you are.” Flash rolled his eyes.

The intruder turned to the Flash, his brow raised. “Speedster, with the amount of times you’ve dabbled in the time stream, you alone owe me your life a fair few times.” 

“Time, huh?” Green Lantern looked him over. There were a lot of clocks... “Guess that’s your schtick.” 

He chuckled again. “I go by many names, only one will be relevant to you today.” He turned his attention onto Wonder Woman who squared up under his gaze. If she was going to be his focus then she’d take him head on. 

“And?” She arched a brow at him. “What name may we call you?” 

He looked amused, red eyes filled with mirth. “You, Diana, may call me grandfather.” 

The room stilled, the others looking around in varying degrees of confusion while Wonder Woman just paled. 

“Chronos. God of time…” she muttered, making it very clear to the team what they were dealing with. A God. 

“I go by master of time these days, but yes. I am that Chronos. I have a task for you, Diana. One i do not think you will turn down but i’ll give you the illusion of choice.” Chronos said, the minute and hour hands on his staff moving strangely. 

“You’re a god, and you come to us for help?” Batman asked, unimpressed no matter the glowers he was being sent by the others. 

“You are the Justice League, aren’t you?” Chronos looked pleased. “Righting wrongs. Defending Earth. Justice is in the name and everything.” 

He didn’t talk like a god. He didn’t even talk as formally as Wonder Woman herself tended to occasionally. 

“Doing tasks for you is asking for trouble.” Wonder Woman muttered. She’d heard stories, so many stories. 

Chronos shrugged. “Time is messy. Keeping it in line is difficult. Especially when there are those who mess with it who should not.” He was not above verbally throwing speedsters under the bus.

“What do you want?” Green Lantern asked, obviously suspicious but paying very close attention. 

“Simple.” Chronos answered, still looking at his granddaughter. “You will take custody of your uncle for a time. He needs a safe place to rest and live.” 

The silence that followed was loud, no one knowing what to make of that. Wonder Woman herself looked puzzled. 

“Are you claiming a sibling of Zeus needs a babysitter?” 

Chronos hummed. “He is my son though he holds no biological relation to your father, i suppose.” 

“Then how is he her uncle?” Flash asked, with a hint of sass. 

“You can ask Batman how it works.” Chronos mused, saying all he would say on the matter but that was enough. 

Wonder Woman couldn’t fathom what kind of person her grandfather would see fit to adopt. “Are you going to tell me more?” 

“Telling you more would imply you were agreeing to the task.” 

She tsked. “None of your word games. I want to know what i could be walking into.” 

Chronos never once looked threatened or put out, he did however, appear to look a few years older than he had when he’d first appeared. “He recently needed to be removed from his home for his safety. He can easily visit me but staying with me long term at this time is not beneficial to him for health reasons.” 

Superman frowned. “Removed from his home? How old is he?” 

“Sixteen. If that is all you need to know, i will fetch him. It may take some time for him to regain consciousness.”  Chronos said. 

“He’s been hurt?” Batman was frowning at the thought, looking more and more unhappy as the conversation progressed. 

“I did say he was removed from his home.” Chronos said, almost flippantly as he stepped back into his glowing green portal. It remained open, everyone exchanging looks. 

“Diana, is this a good idea?” Superman asked, willing to accept her judgment. Greek gods were more her wheelhouse. 

“Chronos was a titan. Is a titan?” She frowned. “His power is immense for a being thought to be killed.” 

“Something about him is off.” Batman agreed. “He was not worried at all. That is someone aware they have the upper hand.” 

Wonder Woman just nodded her agreement. Chronos was the god of time. There was no telling what he knew. “I’ve never met him before.” 

“Hell of a time for family reunions.” Flash snarked, heading back to the controls to see what readings they could get on the floating portal. It was obvious each of them wanted to study it in their own way. Scans and samples were first on their minds but it was clearly some kind of magic they weren’t familiar with. 

It was almost a shame there wasn’t a single member from JLD currently in the Watchtower. They might have been able to provide answers. 

Before much of anything could be done, Chronos returned, somehow looking several years younger than when he first appeared. In his arms was a lanky teen, cradled carefully as if he were fragile. He was equally a sight that left the League speechless. He wasn’t blue, in fact he looked more or less human other that the freckles that shined. 

Superman was the one to immediately note they were constellation patterned. 

His hair was a stark white that wisped and flowed as if he were under water. His clothes were strange, a detailed variation of an old hazmat suit, all done in black and white. Floating above his head was a crown that didn’t seem to know if it wanted to be on fire or covered in ice. It bobbed back and forth and even did a slow flip in the air but never left the area about the boy’s head. 

When no one uttered a word, Chronos took that as permission to begin the introductions. “Diana, this is your uncle. Danny Phantom. Son of the Stars. The Personification of Balance. The Ghost King. High King of the Infinite Realm.” 

“He’s a king?” Batman frowned. “He’s a boy.” 

“He could be both, Bats. He’s got a crown.” Flash chuckled softly. 

Chronos shared his amusement. “I did say he was only sixteen.” The god paused for a moment as the teen twisted in his arms, his face pressed against Chronos’ shoulder and a hand lightly pressed against the door of the clock embedded into the man’s chest. 

The fact that, even asleep, the boy was comfortable in the gods arms didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Is he injured?” Wonder Woman asked. They’d gone over this already but he didn’t look actively wounded. He seemed to be sleeping only. 

Chronos grunted once. “One form heals faster than the other. He needs rest, ambient ectoplasm which he knows how to get on his own, and food. He can answer your questions if he feels like it.” 

“If he feels like it?” Green Lantern frowned. 

“He’s the King.” Chronos’ lips twitched in amusement again. “If he decides to tell you more, or seek help, that is his decision.” 

“Seek help?” Batman’s eyes were narrowed. “Seek help for what?” 

Chronos approached and shifted the teenager into Wonder Woman’s arms. His crown shifted back and forth but never left the teen. The grip he had on the god wasn’t noticed until he tried to pull away and Chronos needed to carefully extract the boy’s hand. 

Ignoring Batman, he pressed on. “He’ll need to follow up with his doctor by the end of the week. He’ll know how to do that. If he doesn’t, his doctor will come to him. That should be incentive enough.” 

“Does he know you’re dropping him off here?” Superman asked, brows knitted together in concern. The heroes had been expecting a fight, not to be handed a royal teen. 

“He has a fondness for for space, so you might want to let him wake up here.” Chronos said instead, ignoring that question too. He was growing older again, a short, white beard starting to form.

“How long will he need to be in my care?” Wonder Woman asked, noting the boy weighed very little in her arms. In sleep his features were soft, hopefully he was as sweet as he looked. 

“Good luck.” Chronos said, staff reappearing in his hand now, turning back to the portal without giving her an answer. 

“Hey! Wait!” Flash yelled but for once, he was too slow, the god and the portal disappeared. 

Five members of the Justice League just stood in a mild stupor, their attention shifting to the sleeping teen. 

“Well…” Superman muttered. 

Wonder Woman looked at the boy, floating hair and crown moving in tandem. “I’ll set him down. We’ll see if he can answer any of our questions when he wakes up.” 

“You gonna call him Uncle Danny?” Flash asked, not bothering to hide his smile. 

Wonder Woman just ignored him and turned to stride off towards the med-station. -------------------------

------------------------- No idea at all if i’ll continue this. If anyone else wants too, go for it. ^_^

@markus209

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #12

Danny Fenton never meant to end up in space, much less as part of a dysfunctional alien superhero squad led by a tree, a raccoon with PTSD, and a guy whose only qualification is that he’s listened to every 1980s mixtape ever made. But when you accidentally fly through a NASA portal powered by ectoplasm while trying to stop Technus from hijacking the International Space Station, you don’t really get much of a say in where you land. Which, in Danny’s case, was the cockpit of the Milano. Mid-flight. Mid-chase. Mid-explosion.

Rocket screamed. Gamora drew a blade. Star-Lord yelled, “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” And Danny, with his hair floating around his face in zero gravity and a half-melted Fenton Thermos in his hand, went, “Hi. Uh. I’m Danny. Do you have any snacks?”

A lot of things happened after that. For one, Rocket immediately declared Danny a “haunted science gremlin” and demanded he be dissected. Gamora stabbed him (not fatally, but like, “welcome to the crew” levels of stabbing), and Drax attempted to bond by declaring they were both hunted weapons of mass destruction. Groot tried to plant Danny in a flowerpot. Star-Lord, upon learning that Danny was from Earth and had ghost powers, decided he was now the team’s “Spooky Mascot” and handed him a Walkman, which promptly exploded when Danny touched it. Apparently, ghost boy plus alien tech equals “we now need a new comm system.” Danny fixed it in thirty minutes and Rocket reluctantly stopped trying to murder him in his sleep.

The team wasn’t sure if Danny was a ghost or an alien or some weird human mutant until he started phasing through walls and talking to the disembodied soul of a long-dead Xandarian war general haunting their fridge. (Her name was Bev. Danny and Bev played intergalactic chess on Thursdays.) Once the Guardians realized Danny could punch the soul out of people (and then slam-dunk it back in), they promoted him from “weird hitchhiker” to “full member with explosive privileges.” This was a mistake.

Danny was a space nerd, sure. He watched every space documentary, built model rockets, and could name the moons of Jupiter backwards. But what the documentaries didn’t prepare him for was being shot at by a gang of space pirates because Groot accidentally won a planet in a poker game, or Rocket creating a neutron grenade disguised as a cookie (“Don’t eat it, Danny—DANNY THAT’S NOT A REAL COOKIE”), or Star-Lord insisting they stop at an interstellar karaoke bar in the middle of a war. Danny had to fight off a swarm of brain-sucking parasites while singing “Eye of the Tiger” in full ghost mode. He got a standing ovation.

Things got worse when Technus came back, this time infecting Nova Corps servers and announcing himself as “God of Wi-Fi.” Danny had to team up with Rocket, who uploaded himself into a blender for reasons no one fully understood, to create an anti-ghost firewall using a toaster, Gamora’s sword, and Groot’s root clippings. The good news? It worked. The bad news? They accidentally opened a portal to the Ghost Zone mid-fight, unleashing the Box Ghost into the Nova HQ. The Box Ghost was immediately arrested and sent to space prison, where he became king of the vending machines.

Danny tried to explain Earth things to the Guardians. Like taxes. And Target. And what a cow was. Drax was horrified. “You allow milk beasts to rule your society?” Star-Lord cried when he learned Blockbuster was dead. Gamora tried to understand TikTok and ended up nearly assassinating a diplomat during a trend called “smash or pass.” Danny didn’t help by going ghost mid-video and screaming “pass” at the ambassador. They were banned from that planet forever.

But despite the chaos, Danny kind of… fit. He’d never felt truly understood on Earth, where being half-dead meant constant fear of being dissected by the government, but out here? Out here, people didn’t blink when he turned into a glowing, green-eyed wraith who could fly through spaceships and scream in an eldritch tongue. If anything, they applauded. One particularly wild night, Danny exorcised a Kree emperor’s cursed hover-throne live on intergalactic television. Ratings spiked. He was declared a demigod in three sectors. Star-Lord tried to get merchandising rights. Rocket tried to sell his ectoplasm as a weapon. Danny put them both in the Ghost Zone timeout corner.

They kept running into other people. Thor once landed on their ship looking for a beer and a nap, only to get into a flexing contest with Danny. Danny won. Barely. Thor still calls him “the glowing child of sorrow.” Tony Stark tried to recruit Danny for the Avengers. Danny politely declined by phasing through his hologram and turning it into a haunted Tamagotchi. Doctor Strange asked Danny to stop creating micro-rifts in the astral plane every time he hiccuped. Danny said he’d consider it.

The Guardians eventually got wind of a plot involving the Collector trying to obtain Danny’s core to power a ghost-zombie version of Knowhere. Naturally, they handled this in the most reasonable way possible: by launching a full-scale assault while disguised as a musical theater troupe. Danny, dressed as Phantom of the Opera, used his wail to destroy an army of spectral cyborgs, then accidentally set the Collector’s hair on fire. Gamora tackled him out a window. Rocket declared it a success.

Danny missed Earth sometimes. Jazz would call through the interstellar line to check in, often while holding a frying pan and yelling at someone in the background (“NO, TUCKER, YOU CAN’T ORDER CHICK-FIL-A TO SPACE”). Sam once left him a thirty-minute voicemail about ghost gentrification and the ethics of ghost labor unions. But even with all that, Danny knew he wasn’t the same kid from Amity Park. He’d been to star systems no human had seen, danced with sentient nebulae, and accidentally became betrothed to an alien princess after sneezing in her direction. He had battle scars and space memes and an intergalactic criminal record that included the phrase “unauthorized spectral possession of a judge.”

Rocket taught Danny how to rig a ship to explode using only shoelaces and spite. Groot taught him how to grow little plant buddies that helped him cook. Drax taught him the art of standing dramatically in silence, which Danny now did every time someone asked him about his tragic backstory. Star-Lord taught him how to moonwalk in zero gravity. Danny taught them all how to scream “GET BENT, YOU INTERDIMENSIONAL TWERPS” in ghost language, which they used during diplomatic missions. They were banned from another planet.

There were close calls. Danny once got trapped in a black hole and had to phase out by screaming every bad memory he’d ever had at once. He and Rocket were fused for a full day after a teleportation mishap—Danny’s ghost tail merged with Rocket’s back leg, and they had to fight like that. Gamora walked in on Danny watching High School Musical and refused to speak to him for a week. Star-Lord caught Danny crying while watching old Earth footage and tried to cheer him up with mixtapes titled “Sad Boi Vibes Vol. 1-9.”

But for all the wild, unhinged nonsense, Danny had a place. He’d spent so long being hunted, misunderstood, called a freak. But here, with this chaos crew of space weirdos and traumatized murder-huggers, he wasn’t just accepted. He was wanted. He was the team’s go-to for ghost stuff, space stuff, sarcasm, and emotional trauma suppression. He became a Guardian of the Galaxy not because he asked to be—but because he fought a black hole, exorcised a death god, and beat Star-Lord in a dance-off to “Take On Me.”

And when Earth eventually called—when the Avengers requested help with some “small ghost invasion” (Box Ghost had escaped space prison again)—Danny arrived with the Guardians, blazing through the sky like a neon comet. He kicked open a portal, yelled “SUP SLUTS,” and unleashed Groot, Drax, and an emotionally unstable raccoon with a bazooka onto New York.

Nick Fury sighed.

Tony screamed, “Why is there a tree in my penthouse?”

Danny just smiled, green eyes glowing, and said, “I brought friends.”

[bingusteaweeb]

so . uhm . yeah

[pinksaphira11]

An idea for a different take on a Demon Twins au.

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Danyal stands ramrod straight beside Damian, staring directly ahead despite having his full attention on Grandfather. Danyal does not let his nerves show. He can’t afford to show weakness, especially not before Grandfather and Mother. You already have, a traitorous thought whispers.

Finally, Grandfather speaks.

“It is time to determine which of you will be my heir.”

Danyal feels a thrill of anticipation and dread go down his spine. They’d been looking forward to this for so long. All their training, for this moment. And yet, Danyal knew he was the one seen as lesser, weaker. He already knew the answer. He had for a while.

“The strongest of you will prove themselves the most worthy. That is why, in order to determine who is truly worthy, you will fight to the death. The one left standing will be my heir.”

Danyal couldn’t stop his gaze from jerking to Grandfather. They what? Grandfather looked serious. So did Mother. Danyal swallowed. He’d wondered why they’d kept him for so long despite being the weaker twin. He’d thought hoped it was because they loved him. Instead, it was just so they’d have a spare. His heart sunk at the realization. They didn’t think they needed him anymore. They all knew Damian was better at combat than he was. Danyal would be the first to admit it. They knew Damian would win and Danyal would die. It must be some sort of last test. To see if Damian could do it, and rid himself of what they considered a weakness.

Danyal looked at Damian. Damian’s horrified expression reflected his own.

“Draw your weapons.”

Danyal looked down at his katana. He’d taken lives he’d never wanted to with it, and every single one of them haunted him. He’d never be able to be an assassin. He was too soft, too weak, to do it when no one was there to push him. He’d known this long ago. It’d be better for the both of them if Damian killed Danyal here, and yet… Danyal didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to just give up. He wanted to live together with Damian. He clasped the hilt in shaky hands, then looked up.

Damian looked stricken.

Danyal hardened his resolve.

He pulled his katana from its sheath.

Damian took a step back, betrayal written on his face.

Danyal threw his katana down, turned to Grandfather, and said, “No.”

An all encompassing silence engulfed them. Danyal hardly dared to breathe.

“What.”

Grandfather’s face was a hardly suppressed storm. It nearly shattered his courage, but he held onto it with trembling fingers and repeated, “No. I won’t fight him.”

Damian was suddenly next to him, his own katana in the dirt beside Danyal’s.

“We’re stronger together,” Damian added in support.

Grandfather’s expression turned murderous. He threw his arms open wide and spit, “Then you’ll both perish!”

The League’s agents bled from the shadows and Danyal glanced at his mother. She was frowning, but made no move to stop this. His heart dropped. Did she really not care? The assassins closed in and Danyal suddenly felt like this had been a terrible idea. There was no way they could fight through all of them, and that was with Mother and Grandfather staying out of it. At least they loved them enough not to do it themselves. A familiar hand squeezed his, drawing his attention to his twin.

Damian smiled sharply.

“We’ll show them why we’re called the Demon Twins.”

And Danyal knew he’d made the right choice.

If they went down, they’d go down together, taking as many as they could with them.

And if they somehow made it out of this alive? It’d be only because they’d done it together.

Danyal smiled back, squeezing Damian’s hand in return, then let go to shift into a fighting stance. He watched their movements and they watched his, the air holding its breath.

Then Damian moved.

He dove for their dropped katanas.

The other League members rushed forward.

Damian threw Danyal’s katana to him.

He caught it.

And blocked his attacker’s blade with it.

He felt Damian’s presence behind him and fell into step with him. Damian thrust, leaving his side exposed, and so Danyal stepped back, falling in to cover him. Danyal sliced, his leg over extended, and Damian stabbed at the spot, the prediction catching an enemy between the ribs. The movements were easy, natural, from all the time they’d spent fighting together, learning each other’s strengths and weaknesses. Danyal was convinced that no two people could ever fit together as perfectly as they did.

Danyal slid his blade through his next opponent’s throat, their eyes going wide as they choked on their own blood. He normally hated killing. Hated the feel of his blade going through flesh. The look in their eyes as they died. The smell of iron and the feel of blood. But it was them or him and his brother, and so there was no choice. He’d do anything for Dami. Maybe it’d come back to haunt him in the future, but for now, he charged onward, so they’d have even a chance at a future.

The assassins kept coming, pushing against their defenses, their blades an endless torrent, constantly testing their skill, but they continued to stand tall, too synchronized to fall. Yet even the best defenses eventually crumble.

It started with a misstep. Danyal was growing weary, yet there seemed to be no end. His tired muscles reacted too slowly, his katana not coming up fast enough. Instead of blocking the attack, it slid off his blade. He jerked his head to the side in time for it to slice his cheek instead of his eye, and he retaliated with a blade to the abdomen, but the damage was done. His mishap left Damian alone in their dance of death, and so he stepped where there should have been someone guarding him. He was instead left open to a slice across the ribs. Danyal scrambled to return to his spot.

There was a reason they called him the weaker twin. He didn’t necessarily think they were wrong.

In his haste, he left himself open, and they took full advantage of it. Someone stepped in and swiped at him, forcing him to take a step back. Someone else threw a dagger at him, making him spin away to avoid it. Before he knew it, he and Damian were separated. Danyal’s hope was hanging on by a thread. This was his fault. If he’d just been better, he wouldn’t have exposed them like this. It was already practically impossible that they’d win, but even less so now that they were apart. Danyal fought desperately to get back, could see Damian doing the same, yet they were kept apart, their futile attempts earning them more and more wounds, weakening them further, and their defenses crumbled under the maelstrom.

Danyal noticed someone behind Damian.

Their blade was in the perfect spot for a killing blow.

Damian was focused on someone else.

He’d never be able to block it in time.

The throwing knife left Danyal’s hand before he could even think.

The threat fell.

Damian turned to him.

Damian’s eyes widened.

They were focused behind him.

Danyal tried to turn around.

Pain shot through his back.

A katana emerged from his chest.

His eyes met Damian’s.

He couldn’t hear what Dami screamed before the darkness claimed him.

—

Damian saw Dany’s eyes go blank, his body slide off the blade, fall to the floor, lifeless. He knew what death looked like. He’d never been so horrified by it.

“DANY!”

He dashed forward, cutting the back of the knee on the assassin that dared to get in his way, and skid to his knees beside the corpse his brother. Suddenly everything was still, quiet, reduced to that moment. It was like the world held its breath, giving him a reprieve in the eye of the storm. He hesitated for a second. Then turned his brother over. A sob ripped itself from his throat.

Dany’s eyes were open and glassy.

He was already gone.

Damian reached out a shaky hand and closed Dany’s eyes. League assassins shuffled closer, the storm approaching once again. Damian let his tears fall and grabbed Dany’s katana. Then turned to the assassins and screamed, lunging at them with all the fear, anger, grief he had. His blades struck out one after the other, cutting up everything in their path. His world narrowed to his blades and his next opponent. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

Damian slashed and stabbed and cut until there was nothing left to attack. The assassins were returning to the shadows, no longer interested in fighting. Damian looked to Grandfather Ra’s al Ghul. His hand was raised.

“You are the only surviving sibling and have proven yourself capable. Congratulations, you have shown yourself worthy of being my heir.”

And he walked away. He just left Dany there. Damian couldn’t believe he’d ever looked up to Ra’s. Damian would not do the same. He turned to walk back to Dany, but was stopped by a hand on his wrist. He snarled at them, turned to stab them with a dagger, but froze when he realized who it was. Mother.

“Damian, no, we need to go.”

Damian couldn’t believe it. Her too.

“No! I’m not leaving him!” he snarled, yanking his hand to release her grasp. She was too strong and she tightened her grip further.

“He’s dead! You’re still alive! Come quickly, before Father changes his mind!”

Damian pulled against her, tried to twist his arm out of her grip, but she stayed firm.

“I don’t care! I won’t abandon him!”

“Damian, stop being so stubborn!”

“No! We were going to stick together no matter what, and I intend to do so!”

“So, what, you’ll let yourself die too then?! Do you really think he’d want that?!”

Damian froze. Would Dany want that? Would he want his brother to join him in the afterlife? It took barely any thought to find an answer. No. No he wouldn’t. Dany would have him take advantage of the second chance he was given. He stopped fighting and let Mother take him away from Danyal’s corpse.

Damien felt like he was walking through a haze, the only thing grounding him Mother’s grip on his arm. He still couldn’t wrap his head around it. Dany was gone. Just last night they’d snuck up to the roof together to look at the stars. Now he was dead. And they’d never get to do that again.

Mother said something but Damien couldn’t hear it, his thoughts too weighed down. He only realized he was in his room when the door clicked shut. Mother must have closed it behind her, he briefly acknowledged, before his mind turned back to Dany. They’d never get to hang out together again. He felt tears start to fall.

Now it was only Damien. Just him. Not the Demon Twins, just the Heir. He’d always have that empty spot beside him. He’d never get to hear his brother’s voice again. Never get to hear him laugh again, or hear him rattle off facts about the stars. He’d never… get to do anything with Dany ever again. It was brutally ripped away by the Demon Head. And Damien had been given the chance to live in that world without him, all because he was favored. If their places had been swapped, and Damien had died instead, would Danyal have been given the same chance? He highly doubted it. But because he was their favorite, he’d been given a second chance. He wasn’t even sure he wanted it. He’d been so ready to go down with Dany. He almost wished he had. But Mother’s words came back to him. No, Dany would want him to live, to take advantage of this life he’d been given. Damien just wasn’t sure how he’d get through it without Dany.

Damien curled up on the floor, wrapping his arms around his legs and putting his head down as he started sobbing. For the first time, he found himself sympathizing with the League’s victims and their families.

How was he supposed to do this? How could he simply move on? How was anyone supposed to be able to do anything after such a great loss? He’d never get to do anything with his brother again. Never get to see him again. Never get to hear him again. Never anything with him again ever. He wished he’d cherished those last moments they’d had together. Wished he’d paid more attention, focused on Dany more, so he could remember him better. He’d commit all he could to memory, go over every last detail until it was etched in his mind so he’d never forget. He wished… he wished he’d told Dany he loved him more. He’d said it maybe once or twice their whole lives. Did Dany know he’d loved him? He hoped he did. Hoped all the times they’d done things together was enough to show Dany he’d loved him. The spot beside him felt bare. He wanted his brother back.

“Dami?”

Damien’s sobs ground to a halt and his head jerked up. Who-?

A glowing person was standing halfway through the wall. What-?

“Dami?” the person said again, coming fully into the room, face concerned. There was something familiar about them. Their clothes looked like a League uniform but white instead of the usual black. Their hair was similarly white and their eyes were as green as the Lazarus Pit. The voice and face seemed a bit familiar as well, like they were made just slightly off by the glow and echo. It was the word itself that tipped Damien off.

“...Dany?”

The person- Dany- smiled hesitantly and nodded. He was so different, but now that he knew, he could see it so clearly, it was Dany, he was somehow here and-

Damien jerked to his feet and crashed into his brother. Their arms wrapped around each other and Damien couldn’t stop himself from burying his face in Dany’s shoulder and sobbing. He was here.

“It’s okay Dami,” Dany said, his own voice choked with tears, “I’m here, it’s alright. I’m sorry I left you, I didn’t want to, but I’m here now. I won’t leave you again.”

—

Yes, Danyal is fully dead. Yes, this means this is a full ghost au. ik a lot of people make it so ghosts form in the Ghost Zone, which I agree with, but uh, I didn’t wanna do that here, so something something Lazarus Pit messed with things? Idk, but this is an au, so I don’t work for canon, canon works for me. :P btw, I did purposely write Dany instead of Danny. Why? For two reasons; one, I like how it looks, and two, to helps me separate the demon twin au from normal dp canon. I just like making it different sometimes, particularly if it’s this different. Idk, my brain just works like that.

(If you don’t want to read these next few paragraphs there’s a tldr after them.) Also, it’s probably pretty obvious but I know almost nothing about DC. So I have no idea if the stuff for DC here is accurate or not. Hopefully I know superheroes and tropes well enough to have been able to fill in the gaps, but there’s only so far that and fanfics can get you, so idk. Because of this I also have no idea if anyone is ooc here because I don’t really know DC or the League of Assassins so, here’s hoping they’re alright.

I’ve watched a few pieces of media set in the DC universe but it’s pretty much just been movies and they don’t really dive into the depths that I’m sure there are, based on my experience with Marvel. I actually had planned on not getting involved in dcxdp whatsoever, was very content with just normal Danny Phantom things, there’s enough to get into with superhero stuff in the Marvel fandom, thank you very much, did not need another huge superhero thing to get into.

Then, while perusing dp fics, I stumbled across a dpxdc one that, from the summary, sounded interesting enough that I thought I’d give it a try. I could always stop reading it if it didn’t pique my interest and go read something else. I ended up reading the whole thing, and since it had a good story and some great art, I decided to check out the author’s tumblr to see if I could see some more of their art. I decided to search through their dp tag first, as that was what had brought me there, and the only things I could find for it were the parts of the fic I’d already read and a few things about demon twins au. I was curious enough to take a look at them. Oh boy did I not know what I was getting into.

See, I am a sucker for good friendships, regardless of if they’re familial or not. Ratchet & Clank, Hiccup & Toothless, these fantastic, unbreakable friendships make me wanna flap my arms and squeal cause I love em so much. So when I saw that these two were kinda being painted in the same light? Oh boy was I all in. I’m honestly still not interested in the rest of the DC stuff, but things pertaining to this? Oh man do I wanna know it all now. This stuff is my jam, especially because there was so much delicious angst potential here. Mmmm, giving me all the good stuff. So yeah, I fully blame @aealzx for getting me sucked into dcxdp (even if it’s only a part of it) when I otherwise was determined to stay out of it.

Tldr; I don’t really know DC but, through a fic and the author’s tumblr, have now become very invested in Demon Twins au regardless. I also am unsure how accurate this would be to anything DC.

The way I see this potentially going would be for Danyal to haunt Damien and use his powers for the Greater Good (read: for pranks and stealing things for Damien) while with the League. I’m unsure if, in canon, Damien runs away from the League on his own or Talia sends him to Bruce. I’ve seen it both ways in fics so I’m not sure which they’d do, but I imagine that regardless of which one it is he’d leave to go to Bruce fairly soon after this event. (I’m also unsure if Talia actually loves Damien or not, the fics were also controversial on that front, so I kinda tried to leave it vague. Actually anything I was unsure of I left vague if I could.)

There’s a few ways I’m thinking the people from Amity Park could be included in this:

Between leaving the League and getting to Gotham they somehow run into Jazz, Sam, and Tucker and befriend them.

After leaving the League they hear about the Fentons and their ghost research, so they go to them to try finding out more about Danyal’s new afterlife.

After they join Batman someone hires the Fentons to get Phantom out of their way. (I personally like the Fentons, they’re just oblivious etc, so the way I’m seeing this is as them helping Phantom eventually, but it could be them just being evil is someone wanted to do it that way.)

All fun ways of potentially bringing them into a story like this, thought I’m sure there’s even more out there, these are just the ones I thought of.

I personally am actually not a huge fan of Obsessions. I don’t like the idea of something forcing you to act/feel certain ways rather than you being able to choose for yourself, but I do understand why people came up with them to begin with and they can be fun to play with, so for those that want to attach an Obsession to this, here’s a few ideas I had:

When he died he was trying to protect his brother, which caused his protection obsession.

When he died instead of it just being a generic protection obsession, it’s specfically an obsession about protecting Damien. (In this au I kinda see him as something of a guardian angel to Damien, as I think he’d really just care about Damien and making sure he’s safe and happy with his life since his own got cut short, so I think this one makes a lot of sense here.)

When they actually get to Wayne Manor and knock on the door, there are two fun ways I think this could go:

They both show up together, introducing themselves as his twin bio kids and then having Dany just tell them outright, right out of the gate, that he’s dead.

Only Damien introduces himself and Dany remains invisible and just kinda stays hidden. This would probably result in him pulling pranks and unintentionally leaving clues here and there until he’s discovered. He probably at one point tries to make them think the house is haunted. (Which it now is thanks to him being there but he doesn’t think of that. XD)

They’re both hilarious in different ways and I can’t tell which one I like more. XD

Now, knowing superhero things and how many characters die and then come back to life, maybe they find a way to revive Dany! Or maybe they just half revive him so he’s a halfa. Or, maybe, for once, a superhero character actually stays dead and he just continues to be a ghost. Up to you and your imagination.

As you can see there’s a lot of ways this could be taken. I just think it’s fun to take ideas like this and play with them.

The songs I switched between while writing this fic were Paris by Chainsmokers and Hercules by Livingston, for anyone interested. The vibes were perfect.

Now normally, I put all my writing on ao3, usually just wanna leave my tumblr for casually perusing stuff for my favorite fandoms, but with it being a snippet for a thing I don’t plan to do anything more with, putting it here seemed more appropriate. Why don’t I plan on doing more with it? Mainly because I don’t know DC like, at all besides some origin stories for the main heroes. And I’m not all that interested in learning more. The story I’d wanna write for this would probably follow DC canon quite a bit, with Dany as Phantom probably just helping out or something, idk, didn’t really think it through much cause I knew I didn’t know enough to do much with it. But this was all I really planned to do with it. Just get the idea out of my head and out in the wild. The only thing I think I’d do more for this is if someone decides they’re willing to lore dump about all the stuff important for this and it’s different enough from what I wrote for it to matter, I’d then edit this to makes things fit better with DC canon/how the characters would act, but that’d be the extent of what I’d write for this. Otherwise it’s for someone else to do what they want with it. It’s outta my hands now.

[eldritch-elric]

Phantom Guardian

I feel like there's a huge missed opportunity for Danny Phantom to cross over with Rise of the Guardians. Jack Frost and Danny Phantom could be twins separated by centuries (so I guess Jack would be Danny's ancestor). Ghost King Danny could easily be able to see Jack (he is kinda a ghost) and obviously Jack would stick around the one town where he's actually noticed.

There's so much room for interactions; Danny hates Christmas, Pariah Dark and Pitch Black wombo combo, North's yeti vs Far Frozen yeti... I'm just saying the connection is strong.

Imagine the Guardian's try to kidnap Jack at the start of the film, but instead they pick up a different white haired teen with flight and ice powers...

[novelistwriter]

A Phantom among the Guardians

DP x Guardians of the Galaxy ( I've been playing Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy, and it inspired me to make this)

Danny is fleeing his dimension. The GIW has become way too competent. They captured Ghosts and began experimenting on them and any liminal humans they captured as well. They even developed a device to control Halfa's. He had no choice. The GIW were cracking the core of Dani, Vlad, and Dan with those devices and the amount of damage to their core... they couldn't be saved, and now Danny is the only Halfa left. He wasn't controlled because the Crown of Flames and the Ring of Rage prevented them from taking control of him.

And then he became a lab rat. They did many things to him, including killing the rest of his Fraid in front of him to see what it would do to him. He only escaped because his council had come to his aid.

He sealed off both portals to the Infinite Realms to his dimension and cut off the natural portals that open there. He won't be visiting his dimension for a long time.

He arrived in a space station of a sort, which is both exciting and a bit overwhelming for him because of him being the Ghost King he understands all the languages of the species in all the Realms. Some Fenton Luck happens, causing him to be worshipped as something called a 'Celestial' despite him being closer to 'The First Firmament' because of him being the Ghost King.

He had arrived near the end of a war that had happened in this universe he appeared in. He interacted with the Guardians of the Galaxy before they started making a name for themselves a few times to make them acquaintances. Others he interacted with were Lady Hellbender, Cosmo, The Worldmind, and Mantis.

When the Universal Church of Truth begins spreading in the Galaxy years after the War, Danny is feeling the influence of the Magus and its 'Promise' to him when he has a run-in with those who have been converted.

By the time the Guardians had come to Danny for aid after the Guardians free the Cortex from the Church, he has been swayed to accept the 'Promise' by the Magus. Now, the Guardians of the Galaxy need to help a powerful being reject whatever 'Promise' they are in so they will have an easier time hitting the Universal Church of Truth.

[da-owo]

Ik you said no crossovers but you did say aus soooooo,

Danny as Jack and Jack as Danny?

i trid to tie them to each others design so hopefully this aint bad lol

[blue-b-bro]

It's so fun getting obsessed with ships between MC and the villain that represents what MC could become if they made different choices, so the story usually shows us that those bad choices were the reason for villain's defeat, by killing him or having him banished ect. Oh, and the villain is obsessed with MC in some way. :)))))

That's some other level of doomed yaoi I think

[satoshy12]

Invincible Crossover Grandpa Immortal = John Fentonightingale

The crisp, late-autumn air of Amity Park swirled around Cecil Stedman as he stood in the Fenton's living room.

Jack Fenton, his large frame somehow both imposing and jovial, leaned against the kitchen counter, a half-finished ecto-fudge resting beside him. His Wife Maddie, sat on the edge of the couch, her gaze fixed on Cecil.

Cecil cleared his throat, the sound unusually loud in the quiet room. "So… I have to relay some difficult news," he began, his voice carefully measured. "The Immortal and the other Guardians of the Globe, other then Omni-man… are Dead." He paused, letting the words settle.

Jack's eyes widened, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face. He blinked, then chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Gone? You mean… like, gone-gone? Wow. That old man… he always did have a knack for getting himself disassembled. I swear, he's been put back together more times than our inventions." He scratched his head, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. "But why are you telling us this? He lost an arm or a leg to Dani or Danny practically every other Tuesday, when they fight."

Maddie's lips tightened, a hint of worry on her face. "John… he was always so proud of them, when they beat him" she murmured, a soft, almost wistful tone in her voice.

Cecil adjusted his glasses, the thin metal frame cool against his skin. "Yes, we are in the process of… reassembling him at the moment. It's… complicated. However," he continued, his voice gaining a sharper edge, "I'm here with a specific request. We would like to ask if Phantom would consider joining the new Guardians of the Globe. Temporarily, at least, till he is back."

He pulled a small, folded piece of paper from his inner jacket pocket. "The Immortal left a directive. In the event of his… death, he specifically requested that Danny take his place as new Leader until he could return." He unfolded the paper, the delicate script shimmering in the dim light. "He wrote, and I quote, 'If I am ever dead for a longer time, Danny Fenton, my grandson, must take my mantle. He possesses the strength and the heart to guide the Heroes.' "

Jack's eyes flickered to Maddie, then back to Cecil. A rare, serious expression settled on his usually jovial face. "Danny… he's retired. He knew it, so why would… John asked him?"

Maddie rose, her movements precise. "We will ask Danny," she said, her voice firm. "He has a right to know. And if John asked… he will consider it. Till John is back, he would be part of the team. Till he leave it again to go to School again."

[demonic0angel]

(DpxDcxGreek mythology) Demeter as Jazz's guardian?

Demeter, the golden hair goddess turned towards her godchild before eyeing her for a while.

"So my godchild is this pretty girl. Well, yours is her boyfriend, Ares." The Goddess of Agriculture remarked, her bright green eyes narrowed causing the right eyebrows of the God of War and Jason to twitch at the exact same moment, in perfect synchronization.

"Y-You're Demeter? G-Goddess of Agriculture…?" Jazz instinctively stammered.

"Well, a normal person can't tell what exactly I am but yeah, I'm a Goddess. What's your name, young lady?" Demeter asked a question that was immediately answered by her goddaughter.

"Jazz, Jazz Fenton." Jazz replied.

"Oh, you're Danny's sister," Demeter said, giving the Fenton girl a warm smile. "Well, nice to meet you, Jazz."

(Lady Athena is right there?? But okay)

Jazz blushed. “Hello.”

Demeter hummed and looked at her closer. “You will be a fine godchild. We shall work together wonderfully, my dear.”

Jazz blushed even further. Ares huffed. “You’re embarrassing the girl. Just make the bond and get on with it.”

Both he and Jason frowned and crossed their arms in unison, with Jason looking at Jazz worriedly. Jazz gave a small, reassuring smile to her boyfriend, who just pursed his lips.

Demeter rolled her eyes. “Don’t rush me.” She turned back to Jazz and asked, “Ready?”

Jazz nodded, determined.

“I’m ready.”

Demeter smiled.

“Then let’s start the ritual.”

[mayonnaise-sock]

The dead kids club

Kenny: never stays dead

Danny: is a ghost

Atom: brought back as a robot

Jack frost: is a spirit

Lars: brought back after death

Evan: kinda fucked up ass robot posession shit just let the poor kid die

[wicked-ghoul]

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[jazzlovesfandoms]

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