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Henry Danger The Movie Reader Insert | Chapter 1. Old Friends, New Foes

pairing: Ray Manchester/f!reader + Platonic!Henry Hart/f!reader

summary: Henry Hart and Jasper Dunlop now live in Dystopia - a cesspit of a city in the North Pacific. It's by no means glamorous, but their roles as resident crimefighters means they're now famous - maybe a little too famous. They aren't the little boys who left the Man Cave anymore, facing threats and foes greater than Captain Man ever did. Just what do two old friends have to say about that?

rating: F - nothing happens really, just scene setting. fluff? nostalgia? mentions of a monster demon villain guy? mentions nuclear power? mentions a crappy city? brother-sister relationships, schwoz (my lil egghead needs a warning), just a cute reunion before we get down to the fighty and angsty bit

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a/n: Hello! I feel like I'm going to be updating this series pretty quickly. It's so nice to not do entire episodes, but just do chunks of the film--and it's Henry Danger, so I love every second. How could Danger Force be so shitty in the end when this is so good?

Moving on, this chapter isn't particularly interesting, but we have some references and mentions to the previous series, and some fluffiness between our old characters. I'm building up to an angsty argument between Henry and Jasper :)

Thank you for reading! I (respectfully) yearn for likes, comments, and reblogs. Click for vibes

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Dystopia, North Pacific

Far away from Swellview, an old friend stood on the streets of Dystopia.

Usually, he preferred not to be so out in the open – the city was, after all, an utter cesspit of society. Everything sort of smelled, every corner was undoubtedly filthy, and the people were either terrified, up to no good, or both. It was probably why it was infamous for being one of the most dangerous places in the world, with a crime rate so high that it made petty crimes back home look like child's play.

The cops were dirty. The villains were ruthless. The average Joes on the street scraped by, but by now – four years into the job– Jasper Dunlop called Dystopia home. It wasn't a patch on his native Swellview in all its gleaming glory, but he liked the nitty-gritty of it all.

This place had skyscrapers, monsters, and too many ramen bars to count. Jasper felt like he fitted in well, boldly standing in plain view of anyone passing by as he waited on a street corner, looking nothing like the boy he used to be. Now, he was a man – even if that description drew a few sniggers from old friends.

They could laugh, but his newfound air of confidence was undeniable. He cut a sharp figure in dark, tailored clothes that he liked, flaunting his natural curls that he embraced. He retained his curse of social awkwardness—not even the horrors of the North Pacific could strip him of that—yet the buckets, naivety, and random outbursts were gone.

Truly, he wasn't a little kid anymore. Nothing was like how it was, and sometimes, on dark nights when things went wrong, there was a longing to return to those bucketeering days. Still, if the people who bullied him could see that small boy now, proudly holding his head high as one half of Dystopia's resident crime-fighting team.

Only, he wished the other half would hurry up.

"Henry's not dead. He'll be here soon," said Jasper as he lurked on that corner, turning away from a particularly pretty young lady for just a moment. "Trust me."

He said it confidently, sure that his dearest, oldest friend would turn up soon. He and Henry Hart had been through a lot over the years: school, fights, girlfriends, a legendary hero and his charmingly sweet wife. They'd remained best friends throughout it all, and now, they lived in Dystopia together, swearing to protect whatever good was left in the wretched place after spreading their wings and leaving the Man Cave.

Jasper sure missed that place, smiling fondly whenever a care package arrived from a certain someone calling him Curly. But his place was with Henry, as it always was. They were older, they were better at using their superpowers, and, weirdly, they were famous. Maybe a little too famous.

Not sure he'd ever get his head around how that happened. He supposed that Kid Danger may have died in the eyes of the world, but Henry Hart didn't. Not even a little bit.

"Uh-huh..." His charming companion seemed to think otherwise.

"Detective Jones..." Jasper smiled at her apprehension, an adorable fondness in his voice as he glanced at her achingly cute side profile. Out of all the dirty cops in Dystopia, she had to be the lone angel. "Would I lie to one of Dystopia's finest?"

"Absolutely," she replied instantly, and he couldn't argue with that, having told a few white lies in the past.

"Fair point."

"So, where is he?" Asked Detective Jones, circling the crimefighter with a devious smirk, one that unwittingly sent butterflies flying in his tummy.

As she walked off, Jasper stuttered as he thought of a decent excuse. His best friend was a wild card – a rebel – and wasn't fond of a tight schedule, but he could hardly disappoint his favourite detective. "He's...busy with something."

Detective Jones didn't notice how her colleague stared longingly at her, and then, at a looming tower block not too far away. It was tall and intimidating, with a gaudy, obnoxious corporate logo illuminating its airspace with blue-white neon that spelt BizWatch.

That's where Henry was, schmoozing and shaking hands with company execs who would hopefully pay them a fat wad if they promoted some crappy product. Was it a little humiliating to lower themselves into such a laughable contract? Yes. Did they have the money to survive without it? No.

Thus, Henry could be allowed a slight tardiness.

"Look, I know Henry has his personal forcefield and all, but I am literally the best person in the world at sleep-fighting while speaking Spanish," Jasper bragged to the detective as they crossed the road – a fact she was more than well aware of.

"Which, by the way, means that if our friend shows up and Henry is not here, I'll take care of it."

Detective Jones looked mildly impressed momentarily, smiling at his stout assurance despite her nerves for the whole situation. Sure, it was no forcefield like Jasper said, but he was lethal when he went to sleep, having long since memorised a goddamn audiobook that turned him into a superhero.

With her eyes solely on him, the young man smiled back, opening his mouth with another surge of confidence because he was crushing. Hard. But he didn't make it obvious. And he was doing great at it...until an annoyingly familiar voice called out behind him.

"Our friend?" He turned around at the rich, slightly raspy voice, and the girl standing before him could've knocked him down with a feather. She was older like him, still kinda small and cute, but Jasper knew not to cross her. There was no telling what tenacity was hidden in that tiny frame.

"Since when does Jasper Dunlop have friends?"

"Piper?" He quirked an eyebrow, wondering what Henry's sister was doing halfway around the world. She was supposed to be in college, partying it up with her girlfriends and breaking the glass ceiling like she always did.

Yet, there she was, wearing a damn I Heart Dystopia sweatshirt like she wasn't at the threshold of hell. The city was no place for such a young girl, but then again, no one had ever been able to tell Piper Hart what to do.

"What are you doing in Dystopia?"

And apparently, she wasn't alone.

"Schwoz?!" He gasped when another old friend jumped out from behind the girl, blinding him with a camera flash as the bald weirdo snapped pics of his flabbergasted face.

Schwoz goddamn Schwartz of all people. At least Piper didn't travel alone, but that guy wasn't a fighter, more like a mad scientist who should've been in Swellview, too. If not visiting Baby Manchester, then at least overseeing whatever the superhero setup was there now. So, why was he here, pulling Jasper into a bear hug with a massive grin?

"You look like a space cowboy!" Ah, yes, there it was. The teasing. All in good fun, but it was kinda embarrassing for them to pull at his clothes and smother him with affection only a few footsteps away from Detective Jones.

It was like being around his crazy uncle and irritating little sister again—the epitome of his teen years returning to haunt him.

"I'm not a cowboy—I'm a superhero! It's good to see you, and it's good to see you! Welcome to Dystopia, but please leave."

His harsh words had Piper scoffing and Schwoz mumbling, utterly confused about why their sweet, curly-haired friend was so grumpy.

"B-B-But we came all the way from Swellview!" Argued the genius, who looked like a typical idiot tourist in his flat cap and cheesy, flower-print shirt.

"Yeah, I'm on spring break!" Added Piper as she exchanged a glance with her travel buddy. "Decided to surprise my brother and his best friend before we go visit Ray and (y/n) with the baby...and then, I remembered that Charlotte's actually at Harvard, so, like Henry, we're stuck with you."

"All right..." Jasper nodded, wrinkling his nose in offence at both the harsh words and the mention of an absent friend. No one was prouder of Charlotte than him – well, save one person – but she took her chance at bettering herself, leaving him to pick up the slack in her place.

"What's (y/n) told you about being mean to me?"

He gave her the stink-eye, recalling how the sweetest woman in Swellview tried to make Piper change her caustic ways. If anyone could, it was her, steering all her surrogate kids in the right direction, not that anyone could tell with the younger Hart.

Only when the girl laughed and lightly punched his arm did his bitter expression relax. "Oh, my God! I'm kidding! No need to bring Mom Manchester into this. What's your deal?"

"Yeah! You were Mr Cool with the cute cop over there," said Schwoz teasingly as he sent a quick, not-so-subtle look at Detective Jones.

A blush settled on Jasper's cheeks, barely visible in dusk, but they still saw it. He couldn't deny it. "That's 'cause I was flirting with her."

"Oh, that was not flirting!" Piper barely held back her giggle, having seen the whole awkward exchange. "Lemme help you out!"

"What?!" Jasper barely had time to react before the girl stepped away, a mischievous glint in her blue eyes.

Much to his misfortune, she knew his odd, slightly nerdy manner wasn't always a hit with the ladies, so, Piper being Piper, she hung off a streetlight to flex her skill at being utterly annoying. She wasn't a little sister for nothing.

"Hey, yo! Detective Good Hair! My guy is into you!"

"That's enough!" The poor boy stuttered, not even wanting to look at the officer's baffled face because he could feel how molten his was. He begged Piper to knock it off, or, y'know, for the ground to swallow him up, but neither happened – and then, Schwoz got in on the action, too.

"What do you say? Thumbs up or thumbs down?"

"You're a little bit out of his league! A little!"

At least Jones was smiling, laughing awkwardly at the public disturbance they caused. Her kind eyes met Jasper's, and he laughed even more awkwardly, feeling like he could burst into flames at any moment as he pushed his troublesome friends around the corner – out of harm's way. Mostly.

"All right, guys, guys, guys!" He said sternly, leaving the cop in peace. "Now is just not a good time, okay?"

"What? Are you and Henry on a mission?" Asked Piper, raising her perfectly plucked brow at her old friend as Schwoz paused to buy burritos from a passing stand.

"Yeah! (y/n) won't stop telling me that you two are the hottest crimefighters in Dystopia right now."

"She really said that?" The boy grinned, feeling all fluttery and warm inside at the mention of her. It was nice to remember everyone back home, but it was better to be safe in the knowledge that he always had someone to return to, and she baked cookies. Lots and lots of cookies.

"Yeah..." Piper nodded, forever bound to the guy by their mutual love for one lovely lady and her even lovelier hugs. Yet, she couldn't help but tease. "But she also told me that Henry's your boss."

"He's not my boss, and we both know (y/n/n) would never say that," replied Jasper instantly, a distinct sharpness in his tone – maybe a protectiveness. "We're partners. In fact, he's signing an endorsement deal for us right now."

That information made the girl and genius frown; they'd always been irritatingly perceptive. "Then, why aren't you there?"

"Trust me, guys—" But Jasper quickly reassured them, sounding calm and collected in the face of doubt because he trusted Henry and their partnership – literally with his life. "They didn't only want to see Henry, and I'm actually working, so I'm kinda busy right now."

He moved to walk away, already feeling the pressure of the endorsement going well, not to mention his job. Knowing his friends were so close to danger made the young man feel antsy, wishing they'd go home to Swellview, where it was a damn sight prettier than anything Dystopia had to offer.

But Piper was speedy, zipping around to block his path, her hands on his chest to push him back as she begged. "Come on! Don't work! Don't work—not tonight!"

"Yeah! Let's go get Henry and go see a show!" Schwoz agreed, handing the girl a thick, foil-wrapped burrito as he suggestively waggled his eyebrows at Jasper.

"Yes! That is a great idea."

He, however, did not look impressed, more like disgusted. "Okay, I realise you two are kind of in Tourist Mode right now."

"What do you mean?" They gave him a confused glance, although something told Jasper they knew precisely what he meant. The sweater, the maps, the stupid hat, and not to mention Schwoz's dumb camera just screamed tourist, but the crimefighter in him didn't care.

"But...a truck full of plutonium-two-thirty-nine is about to roll right down that street in five minutes, and something's going to attack it."

"You mean someone?" Piper asked, all the light and amusement gone from her gaze as she stared at her friend, half-intrigued, half-frightened.

"I mean, something," answered Jasper gravely, and in the light, he looked grown-up. He looked serious and sturdy – tall and strong after a few years of maturing. "People here call it Blackout."

The revelation made the two tourists exchange a worried glance. Piper was lucky; she'd escaped anything and everything to do with heroes and villains during her time at college, but the name rang a bell with Schwoz. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he swore he'd heard of the guy before – some thing that happened not long after they moved into the Man's Nest.

"So, this Blackout has beef with you and Henry?" The genius asked timidly.

"It's got beef with plutonium," replied the hero, not that it made much sense.

"What?"

"Dystopia runs on nuclear power, so it buys fuel rods from other countries, and that delivery truck is gonna go right past us. Blackout's plan? Destroy the plutonium fuel rods."

They listened carefully to Jasper's explanation, suddenly realising why he was so mysterious and prickly. This Blackout guy sounded like a damn devil incarnate, although no one – not Henry, Jasper, or the police – was entirely sure what it was. Monster or man—no one knew, just that it would lay waste to Dystopia given the chance.

"Why does it want to destroy the fuel rods?" Questioned Schwoz as they stared down the road, awaiting the convoy with the nuclear power.

"No fuel, no power. No power, no lights. Only..."

"Blackout!"

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louscartridge · 1 year ago

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HIII omg youre like the only active person writing for Henry Danger and i would like to request dating headcanons with Henry!! (x female reader please!)

A/N- omg no fr it makes me so upset that there's so little fanfics (especially good ones💀) for the danger verse😭

CW- ngl these are kinda halfassed and writen on like 3 hours of sleep, not proof read (only spell checked), physical touch, the L bomb, angst, death, and suggestive if you do the squintiest squint, thats it??

❥ his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. fight me.

❥ hes gives kinda golden retriever bf vibes, but not like overly or whatever yk??

❥i feel like for your first date, he might want to try hard and do something nice or whatever, especially if you guys weren't friends before hand, but he prefers to just stay home with you and hang out.

❥ i feel like he said 'i love you' first tbh.

you were in (yet another) life or death situation, and he was like kinda panicking. he was getting annoyed with how slow shwoz was working to try and save you or whatever, and he started ranting and somewhere in the rant he ended up saying he loves to, however you heard him say it.

once you were very much so alive and ok, you said it back to him.

❥you'll never miss the chance to sleepover at henrys house. ever. even if you guys have had an argument that same day, or the day before. then however, instead of sleeping in the same bed as him, you'll sleep on the couch that up in the corner of his room.

❥ at first piper definitely tells you that you can do better 💀

❥ you know about his past minor loyalty issues, but he quickly gains absolutely all of your trust once he finds out that you were overthinking it.

❥jasper lowkey be your hype man ngl

❥i wouldn't necessarily say that gift giving is one of his love languages, but if its yours or you want something, hell have absolutely no issue in getting you whatever it is.

❥ when you guys first started dating, you would sneak through his window at night all the time, or after school. one time tho, henrys dad ended up catching you. surprisingly tho, he wasent really upset. he was just like "omg this is awesome this is like the most 'rebellious' teenage activity we've ever gotten out of him" and after stifly waving at you he just walked away.

❥ henry stutters alot when you make him nervous. (which by the way is quite easy to do)

❥ he pays attention to the little stuff just as much as you do tbh.

❥ i feel like he'd make forts with you 😭 he likes making them at night tho, cause then they have less of a chance of getting ruined by his sister. plus, then you guys can go to sleep in them.

❥ catches your hand from a high five so you end up holding hands.

❥ whenever he get jealous, for the most part hes chill. he knows you'll be good on your own, but hell keep a close eye out just incase.

❥ hes pretty protective tho. once again, he knows you can handle yourself, but sometimes people are so rude to you and it makes him mad. however, he tries to keep his composure for everyone sake, and embarrassment.

❥ i feel like hed want to play with your hair?? like you guys would be laying so your back was facing him, and you just feel him start to play with your hair. you could tell he started to attempt to braid it. "henry stop you're gonna make it all tangled" "you want me to make it all tangled?"

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