#I did not just call the infinite realms the immortal realms

[ducky-the-mucky]

On another episode of DOES THIS FIC EXIST…

Immortal Being and Embodiment of Space—(and maybe prince or king of the infinite realms)— DANNY PHANTOM, meets The COLLECTOR (Owl House) and their Archivists siblings!

That’s what I want to order from McDonald’s today :D

On my way to find hurt/comfort Troll Hunters fan fiction where Jim does struggle with delusions like Claire thinks in season one and probably the rest of the school too until the whole secrets out thing, because apparently I'm not allowed to rewatch shows in peace.

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny no longer has a haunt. So… he decides to find another one. And while he technically has a whole world (other dimensions aren’t an option because he’s going to stay near where Jazz’s grave is, damn it) there’s only a couple of other places with enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain him. Nanda Parbat, Tokyo, and Gotham.

Nanda Parbat had a weird old musty immortal that kept trying to summon him and exchange power for the ability to “take a worthy body and rain as much destruction” as he’d like. As if Danny would need a body to bring the world to its knees.

Tokyo… it’s too far from Jazz’s grave. He could ask Wulf or even open his own portal but when Danny tried it out, Tokyo was too peaceful. Obviously there’s crime, but nothing… nothing big like Danny’s used to.

Danny ends up picking Gotham, even if the sewer zombies and the weird group of rich fruit loops with an adoption problem creeps him out. So, he destroys the portal, packs up his parents’ house and sells it, and hauls ass to the cesspool calling his name. His family’s stuff is stored respectfully in a vault located on the deepest parts of his personal haunt in the Infinite Realms.

And honestly, he’s doing better. Sure, he’s got a shitty apartment near another revenant’s almost-haunt and he feels like he’s drowning all of the time, but Danny isn’t in danger of turning into Dan, he’s catching up on royal paperwork, and he’s got like a job as a barista. In his own coffee shop that paid for using his parent’s money (who, despite their hazardous everything, made a crap ton of money off of their more normal inventions).

Gotham’s got some pretty interesting local gangs, most of which respected the sanctity of Danny’s cafe. Sure, they tried blowing it up and tried extorting money from him in the form of “protection costs” but after three months of failure, they gave up.

(Really, the local gangs gave up when they saw him take three shotgun shells to the chest and continued to work.) (They didn’t know it never hit him. Intangibility is extremely useful.)

The Rogues, on the other hand, just gave Danny flashbacks. Their gimmicks are different, sure, but after years of Box Ghost, Skuller, Lunch Lady, etc., Danny’s more than done with costumed villains. They don’t bother him either. Some of the reason is probably due to Harley and Ivy, who had walked into the cafe and (because they were bruised and scratched up from a fight) triggered Danny’s mother hen tendencies. They were promptly fed and watered and caffeinated and their hyenas were also similarly taken care of. They declared the cafe under their protection and that was that.

Red Hood stops by, and begins to interrogate him. But when Danny met his… helmet eyes? The crime lord paused, paid for his coffee, and sat in a corner table of the cafe for the rest of the day.

And he kept coming back?

But Danny figures it’s because Hood was a revenant and people who had come close to death tends to feel more comfortable around him.

(Considering this is Gotham where people almost die every other day? Yeah, he’s pretty much friends with everyone. Or at least, less likely to get shot.)

(Hood does stay because of the King’s presence and the Pit calming itself, but also Danny’s hot and he’s got a sleeper build and Hood definitely did not imagine himself in the place of the heavy box he saw Danny lift effortlessly onto a table. No.)

But of course, the peace couldn’t last forever. But by then, Danny was so antsy, he welcomed the trouble with open arms.

It starts with a clown. Danny knows who he is. He knows who Danny is.

So, Danny has no idea why the clown thought it would be a good idea to aggravate the owner of Gotham’s official neutral grounds. See, Clovkwork? Danny’s learned how to gauge his own political importance!

“HAHAHAHAHA! COME OUT, DANNY-BOY! LET ME TELL YOU A JOKE!”

Danny comes out and grabs a chair, and with a flat expression, says, “you’re not funny and I hate clowns.”

And then he swings and slams the chair into the Joker’s face. Over and over again until Danny’s sure the clown won’t get back up. The thing about Gotham’s outdoor chairs is that they’re mad out of steel and are bolted down to the ground to prevent undedicated thieves (dedicated thieves can and will steal the bolted down steel chairs). The Joker’s hired muscle just watched this scrawny twenty-something year old yank the steel chair and take some of the fucking ground and the bolts with it and beat the fuck out of their boss who is the literal Joker.

They surrender on the spot and is taken to jail. Danny just smiles at the officers who come by and since he’s got pretty privilege and they don’t want to mess with the guy who, again, owns one of Gotham’s official neutral ground and also beat up Joker without breaking a sweat, the officers just lets him go with a warning.

And then the bats comes, and wow, Danny’s playing mentor to a formally dead person again!

But before that, the Red Hood asks for an autograph on the Gotham Gazette article with a picture of a tired Danny standing over Joker’s prone body. Then Hood stammers through asking Danny out (which Danny said yes to because he’s tired, not blind, and Hood is built like a brick house and HOT).

Batman interrogates him. Danny, who can tell that this man needs therapy and is Sad TM, tells Bats that Danny’s died before and that’s why he’s like this. He also calls Batman a furry, but like in a nice way. And then he kicks Batman out with a coffee and a file on Nanda Parbat.

Now, Danny’s got a date to prepare for and he realizes that maybe this is what Jazz wanted for him- to be happy and mostly safe and happy. (Or, happier, he thinks. It’s been a long time since he’s been truly happy, but this might be a good start)

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

Adoption | Learn

“So let me get this straight.”

Danny stared at the group of vigilantes in front of him, a look of utter disbelief etched onto his face.

“Batman had a baby with Catwoman, she hid it from him, gave the baby up for adoption, and that baby is me. And you’re all here because Batman’s other ex also had a hidden pregnancy, but she’s a homicidal maniac who wants to make sure her son is the only blood child because of some weird cult rules?”

If they’d been in a cartoon, there’s be crickets chirping. He continued, voice growing less disbelieving and more angry as he went.

“And because some cult wants to kill me, I have to give up my whole life, cut off all contact with my family and friends, go live in a state 900 miles away, and stay cooped up— for an unknown amount of time— in Bruce Wayne’s mansion, because that’s who Batman really is.”

A stilted silence filled the room of the safe house Danny had been dragged to a few hours ago, sans the unnecessarily long explanation he’d just summarized.

After a few more moments, Nightwing stepped forward and smiled gently at him an oh, that rankled Danny. He did not need whatever kid gloves the guy was about to pull on. Before Bluebell had a chance to open his mouth, Danny channeled his inner Jazz and raised his hand for silence. Nightwing paused, and Danny proceeded to give them all a single, flat, unimpressed look, and then stated factually,

“I’m not leaving, I’m not staying with yet another frootloop billionaire, and I’m not in the least concerned with dying. So. You can all go back to where you belong, I’ll stay here, where I belong, and if any cultist come knocking I’ll deal with them just like I’ve been dealing with every other threat in this town the last six months: alone. Because apparently the entire Justice League is too busy to respond to calls for help about inter-dimensional threats popping in and out of my parents basement on a daily basis.”

… Okay, so Danny may have been yelling a bit by the end, but it was justified! And oh, Danny really wished his life was a cartoon right now, because that cricket chirping would be been perfect. He’s pretty sure he broke a few of them. Nightwing looked ready to cry.

Good. Danny was too tired to deal with this sh*t.

Thanks to the whole Pariah Dark thing last month, Danny was apparently immortal now anyways, so even if the cult people managed to completely destroy his body, he’d just reform in the Zone. Because he was now connected to it, and only another ghost could End him like he had Pariah, because of some weird dimensional rules. Apparently, since humans couldn’t rule the Infinite Realms, they just, like… didn’t qualify to kill him. That went for aliens, demons, gods, and other non-human beings of sentience.

So Danny’s got that going for him at least. About time something useful came outta this whole disaster of a school year.

But he’d gotten off track. Before him stood a truly ridiculous number of vigilantes, and they all looked like he’d just slapped them with a fish and then played violin with it. For a few minutes, Danny just basked in the stuttering and bewildered looks, before he noticed Nightwing drawing himself up in righteous determination and decided that yeah, he was done now.

At this point, being a dramatic a**hole to people (or ghosts) who were annoying him was just second nature, so he straightened to attention, raised his hand in a salute, and then let himself sink through the floor, perfectly stoic.

The stuttering turned to panicked shouts, and Danny’s last view of his apparent siblings was a few people lunging for him and missing, winding up tangled together on the carpet.

‘Ahhhh, yesss, I will treasure that memory always! Ah well, time to get home! Maybe I should scout out for those cult people, mess around with them. Maybe follow them back sometime, meet my half-brother. That could be fun, me and Ellie can make a road trip of it this summer! Maybe by then, the Justice Losers will have gotten their heads out as their butts.’

Meanwhile, back at the safe house, several frantic calls were being made about the dimensional threats and the League of Assassins and the possibly meta human, definitely vigilante brother.

Amity Park was about to get a lot more chaotic.

[jewelsli]

DC X DP X Captain Marvel/Shazam

So I had this idea for a dc/dp crossover (mostly about billy and danny). Anyway, Danny and Billy are both children around fourteen years old, both are posing as immortal heroes to the Justice League, and both have huge responsibilities that the fate of the universe depends on (Ghost King Danny). In conclusion, I think they would be SCARILY good friends, honestly brothers really.

Here’s how I think it would go (I’m not the greatest writer so bear with me)

Billy had just returned from his latest mission, and not the fun beat-up-some-badguys-then-go-home kind, he had been off-world (and off-dimension at times) near constantly for the past few weeks in some greater beings version of a joke, and had missed the latest JL meeting. He was currently stepping out of the beta tubes after getting what? Four? Hours of sleep. He shook his head, glad that I’m his powered form he couldn’t feel tired like Billy did(and less glad about the faint chattering of the Gods in his head).

‘Okay, time for the meeting!’ He thought with sarcastic joy in his head, pulling his features into a soft smile. He walked down the halls to the meeting room, it may seem like he was going at a fast pace, but compared to how fast he could go, he was currently a snail. He hovered(no not literally) outside the door for a moment before brightening his smile and walking in.

“Hey guys!” He said joyfully, glad to see he wasn’t the last to arrive, “sorry about not calling in at the last meeting, my communicator broke and I wasn’t exactly able to get in touch without dropping everything and I couldn’t … do that.” He paused as he noticed a new person at the table, which he vaguely recognized as one of the possible recruits for a new member. Something about them seemed… different, not in a bad way! But still-

Batman grunts… uh… he could never tell if that was good or bad, he looks up at the masked vigilante and waits for him to say something(I mean it was 50/50 whether that was the sentence or if it preceded it) “Marvel,” ah so this was one of the times it was followed by a sentence, “I expect your reports by the next meeting,” darn it “This is Phantom, he was introduced to the League while you were away.” He says with a nod at the new member, who smiled and waved at him. Billy waves back, it would be rude not to right? And sits at his normal spot, which is near(but not directly next to) the white haired hero. He sat still for a solid five seconds before becoming bored, if he knew how these meeting went(and he did) flash would probably show up a minute or two late, leaving about… ten or so minutes. He mentally sighs, turning to face Phantom.

“So…” he says before he can even think of what to ask, the other looking towards him, “Phantom huh? Are you a ghost of some sort?” He asked, he wanted to assume so, but then again Phantom girl wasn’t a ghost, so he might not be. And he would have to be a pretty powerful ghost to be seen by normal people, or maybe he was invisible? No he could tell that the others could see him- and he was getting off track, thank goodness for the speed of mercury or else that train of thought may have stopped him from seeing the other’s answer.

Phantom nodded, tilting his head and then saying “yeah, everyone keeps assuming I’m an alien for some reason? Do you guys not interact with ghosts that often?” Marvel thought for a moment, “The main members don’t really, but The JL dark does, deadman is a member and he’s a ghost. Have you met him yet?” He asked in return after answering his question.

Phantom’s eyes widened, “Deadman? I’ve heard of him but we haven’t met.” He responded, his face stretching into a smile that was bordering on inhuman. “I have yet to meet another ghost that’s a hero, all the ones I’ve met either fought with me or don’t leave the realms,” he sighed. Now it was Billy’s turn to smile. “The realms? As in the infinite realms??? Aw man I’ve been meaning to visit but I haven’t count the time! What’s it like? Does it really have the most diverse population of magical creatures? What about the new ghost prince? I’ve heard he’s much better than the old king!” He spouted with maybe a little bit of speed of mercury, and he really did want to know more about the ghost prince, he had to meet him later.

Before a (surprised looking) Phantom could answer, the meeting was started, he hadn’t noticed the people filtering in until an apologetic speedster sat down between him and the ghost.

Finishing up the meeting, oh gods finally, Marvel could feel how tired Billy was. He stood up to leave but was faced with Phantom looking at him, oh woah he was really tall for being so skinny as tall as he was!(and he was eight feet tall!!!).

“How do you know about the new ghost prince.” Phantom asked in a voice slightly below a normal volume, Billy looked him over, he didn’t seem hostile, just curious, so he thought back to try and remember. “Oh uh, I guess I was informed by some of my… coworkers” he said carefully, hey he couldn’t go ‘oh yeah the gods in my head told me and I’m the champion of magic’ he was trying to avoid the league learning that for goodness sakes!!!(sue him if he didn’t want the magic users of the league to never talk to him normally again or gain more attention from Batman). He saw phantom’s eyes narrow, “These coworkers must be pretty high up on the power chain if they know, the new prince kept the change from the old king to him restricted to those who needed to know,” oh, oops? Wait how did he know then? “So are you in one of these upper circles then?” Marvel asked, getting a small smile from the other, who responded with “Something like that, and who are you getting this info through?” He said, not letting him redirect the conversation as he had hoped he could. “I have a contact from the rock of eternity” he said quickly, hey it was kind of true, he did have contacts there and marvel was the reason why he knew. Phantom made a small ‘:o’ face and simply said “Oh” before glancing at a nearby clock and sighing. “I WILL be asking about that, but until then I have Infinite Realm duties, higher circles and all that.” He muttered the last part before leaving through the window of all places.

Marvel glances at the clock himself and cursed(internally, he would never curse in this form), speaking of the ghost prince, he had a meeting with him.

Yay I did it :D!!!

[thekitsunesiren]

mind if I give a dp×dc prompt?

Constantine means to summon the ghost king but instead summons the ghost prince who is currently has a fork hanging out of his mouth.

Damian just wanted to eat lunch with his adoptive father king phantom, in peace.

I just want to put that I love this prompt, and will enjoy writing this so much!

Now, onto the big question: How did Damian become the Ghost Prince of the Infinite Realms in the first place?

And of course, the answer is obviously because of Ra's al Ghul. I could think of it as two ways.

One would be Ra's summoned the Ghost King and offered his son in exchange for immortality. Danny not only denies him, but still takes Damian with him because he's obviously better off anywhere but there.

The other way would be Damian would be forced to watch the summoning as Ra's possibly wanted to show him his ascent into being immortal. Though, when summoning Danny, he just looked around, saw Damian, grabbed him, and disappeared back through the summoning circle while flipping off Ra's al Ghul.

Now, what's the Ghost King supposed to do with the human kid he just kidnapped without a second thought?

Sure, the kids previous living conditions probably wasn't the best. I mean, how would it when the man had an entire pit of rotten ectoplasm? But Danny was pretty much still a kid himself. And he had his kingly duties on top of that. But that doesn't mean he was just going to dump the kid somewhere else and hope for the best.

So what does Danny do? He goes to his sister.

Jazz is conflicted about the whole ordeal. On one hand, it was good for Danny to rescue the child from the possible dangerous situation. On the other, they had a whole child that they didn't know what to do with.

Damian was confused about the entire situation. He was there with his grandfather (whether by force or his own accord depending how he got there) to watch him summon the King of the Dead in order to establish himself as one of the higher beings in this world to rule it. Instead, the King, who turned out to be no more older than him, denied his grandfather upright before grabbing him and vanishing back into the same portal he was summoned from.

Now, he was sitting between the Ghost King and an older teen. Sister, maybe? Either way, he was unsure as to what to do now. He had no idea how far he was away from the hideout of the League. And if the King was as powerful as legends told, he doubted he would make it far if he were to run anywhere before he was caught.

So, Damian believed that the best thing to do in this situation was to try and get onto the Ghost King's good side until he could find what would be the next step. So his next words shocked both him and the woman he was talking with.

"I want to stay with you, Great King of the Dead."

So! Damian decided that staying with the Ghost King, or Phantom, as he preferred to be called at most, would be best. Of course, his request threw the king off guard along with the girl. But it was all he had up his sleeve and he was going to use it.

And now that that was settled, a lot of things followed suite:

Danny, with the gain of a new charge, called in Sam and Tucker for a full on meeting on what to do with the kid along with Jazz.

Of course with Danny officially kidnapping him, he was under Danny's care. The Ghost King's care. That was basically signing some sort of second death wish.

With all of his friends and family being alive, they decide the best place for him to leave was in his castle in the Ghost Zone. There was plenty of room there! And he was sure that it would be safe. Maybe. Hopefully. You know what? He'll probably have to do a quick check before he officially brought to the castle.

That being said, he would also have to warn those who stayed in the castle the arrival of his....guest? Kidnappee? Ward? A kid that he took from the environment that was not safe for him!

Surprisingly, the ghosts were excited about the development. So excited, in fact, that when he returned to the castle with Damian in turn, there was already talk about the Ghost King's heir was already going around of all the realms. That was fine though. If the word spread around fast enough, hopefully that that meant he would be easily protected against any possible attacks.

Danny introduces to some of those he can. A few members of his Rogue Gallery who he gotten closer to over the time, Ellie ("It's big sister Ellie, now! I can't believe you just kidnapped a kid like that!")

Others were introduced to him as well. Especially Frost Bite and Fright Knight. Both of which were interested in meeting his sudden charge. (But with the way he saw the kid eyeing Fright Knight's sword, it's best their unsupervised interactions were kept to a minimum.)

And seeing that he was a kid himself, it was going to be weird raising one that's probably not much younger than him. Clockwork sure did get a kick out of it though.

Here is a list of possible outcomes that come from Danny and his friends & family raising Damian:

He doesn't grow up to be as stiff and cold as before. With Danny and the others around (especially Jazz's "Aunt Jazz, Damian," Aunt Jazz's mandatory sessions about his life with the League of Assassin's) his formality is more royalty like instead of an assassin waiting to strike. Though, there is a bit still there.

Training. As being accepted as the ward and possible heir of the Ghost King, it meant that that Damian would have protection and would have to learn the ways of the Infinite Realms. Both its politics and ways of combat. That was fine, Damian was sure he could handle it. He was raised by the League of Assassins after all. But he was wrong...so wrong. His first training session showed how he fared as a human against a ghost. But he wasn't deterred and continued fighting. (It was alright in the end, because he got his own ghost sword. Of course, it didn't send the opponent into a realm of neverending nightmares, but it was still good. Danny was sure he heard Damian cackle madly when the sword was presented to him.)

Bonding time with Danny and his friends. He would most likely learn about Danny about how he became Phantom and King of the Infinite Realms, as well as a bit of his friends and family that was with him the entire time.

Even if he is Danny's ward, that doesn't mean that he keeps him in the Infinite Realms the entire time. He often took Damian out to various spots that he deemed alright for some bonding between the two to get to know each other a bit more personally.

He would even allow Damian some time alone in the human realm if he wanted it. Of course, he would only leave him for about an hour or two before picking him up again. During that time he would simply work on some kingly duties he couldn't do with Damian around.

Overtime, Damian would become more liminal than most due to all the exposure in the realms. Of course he wasn't a full on ghost, but the most he could do was float, fly and even turn invisible. But even that would take a lot out of him for too long.

After a while, Damian would be referred as "Little Prince" or "Prince of the Infinite Realms".

All. The. Animals. With all of the ecto-based animals along with the blob ghosts, he would be in absolute heaven.

Now, I want to bring something else up to this prompt: How would Bruce react?

Depending on how Danny kidnapped adopted Damian, there are two ways that Bruce could find out.

Bruce gains word from Talia after a League of Assassins member finds her and tells her of the passing of Ra's al Ghul and the kidnapping of his grandson. Both of which happened by the hands of the Ghost King.

Words gets out that Ra's failed to get the Ghost King under his control to grant his wish of immortality and that the Ghost King took his grandson as well.

Either way would be how Bruce managed to have a biological son that he was unaware of. Which could also lead to him digging into anything he could find about the King of the Infinite Realms, even seeking JL Dark for any information. Of course, their information isn't up to date and he think that Damian has been kidnapped by the cruel Ghost King Pariah Dark instead of Danny Phantom: The King who can't say no to a kid with a sword bigger than his own body.

So yes. This whole ordeal would just be chaos from beginning to end.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Alright so John Constantine gets a call from an ex… who owns part of his soul. (This is my Viking btw)

“John, I will give you your soul back if you do me a favour.”

“Uhh…”

“I will TELL you what they’re going to do to you when you die if you do this for me.”

“Aren’t they gonna just fight each other luv?”

“Don’t call me that and oh god you fucking DUMBASS.”

So John agrees and comes to see her. With her is a young boy in the shape of a 5 year old.

“John, you idiot, this is Danny Phantom. Crown Prince of the Infinte Realms. I need you to take care of him for a few years.”

Constantine goes brain dead and kind of splutters. Because WHAT?! But it’s legit.

Viking here was taking care of Danny but can’t anymore because the LOA took exception to her murdering Ra’s again by dismembering him while scattering his pieces and blowing up a Lazarus Pit so they’re hunting her. She has to take care of that. Danny was in her care as a favour to Clockwork because he was badly hurt during a fight with the GIW and so his parents got him to CW, and went to deal with it. Turned into a suicide run and killed them. Sam, Tucker and Jazz died to sadly, and now are ghosts along with the adult Fentons. But the Infinite Realms aren’t safe for Danny as Vlad is trying to take control as due to his injuries Danny had to be deaged.

Viking is really short on people to call. She’s an immortal Viking who fights for fun and has more enemies then friends. Constantine is the ONLY ONE she trusts.

Yeah she’s aware how sad it is. But she can’t give the kid to anyone else. Even the baby Revenant she fucks with isn’t a choice due to him subconsciously eating all the ectoplasm around him. Danny can’t fight that off. Meaning she can’t go to Batman.

So she has to get Constantine. So now he’s in charge of baby Danny. Of course he doesn’t want to but Viking reveals that “Before the injury Danny had to do paperwork for the Realms and got so annoyed at your soul bullshit he declared he’d give people a 10 year tax reduction for your soul. He owns all of it now. And if Vlad manages to get the throne your soul will belong to him.”

A crazy ghost obsessed with control or a boy who went: I dunno I’ll make him like… clean shit? Who knows. I’m done with his bull.

Yeah not much choice. So now John is in charge of Danny!!

Other notes:

- Danny remembers and doesn’t remember being his proper age. He’ll remember more when he’s older though.

- Danny is a little shit as a child whose embraced the feral Racoon life.

- Viking routinely gets chased by the LOA, usually though it takes a few years after she’d murked Ra’s. It’s been 5 since and he came back way to early. She’s gonna drop his head into the ocean next time. She’s also going to get her own body chopped up but she’s going to make it hell for them first.

- I like the idea that Constantine went and spoke to Batman about backup for this. Batman was on the watchtower, heard Constantine was talking to an old ex. He decides to put speakers on and listen in with the rest of the JL for shits and giggles.

- Batfam is also listening in.

- Constantine didn’t actually know what a Revenant was, getting them confused with Remnant which to be fair are kind of similar. Everyone else actually did to. Viking finds it funny.

- This is how Jason learns he’s one to and that he has to kill the Joker to actually die. He’s a little smug that Bruce has to let him do it now or damn him to walking the world.

- Constantine being the dad of the next Ghost King is both hilarious to everyone and terrifying but really: he’s the ONLY ONE other then Batman who can do it as Gotham is heavily protected thanks to *hand wave* and no one else has as much history with the occult like he does. Or as many fingers in pies or whatever the saying is.

[christylove94]

Everlasting - Part Seven - IV

Pairing: Dongfang Qingcang/Xiao Lanhua

Chapter Tags: AU elements, angst

“Yunzhong had been increasingly erratic over the few months before the second war,” Changheng informs her after they leave Da Mutou standing behind, a brittle figure in the sunlit field. 

She attempts to keep the disheartenment wearing down his features from her mind as she learns of the happenings within the Fairy Realm. Her former home until she became Moon Queen of the Cangyan Sea. 

“He rambled a lot at random times and raved about how the Moon Tribe needed to be exterminated at all costs. His punishments were never lenient, always harsh, similar to… what happened with you.”

She keeps her eyes ahead, neither acknowledging or disregarding his mention of that harrowing time. She simply… exists beyond it without a word. 

Changheng does not press further. “The fairies started to feel uneasy. Few know that he even called for war again, even though we had agreed to one hundred years of peace. When he slaughtered ten fairy women after claiming they were ‘devils of the Cangyan Sea hidden among us’, he was locked away.”

She stops at this.

“I sense that Fairy Danyin has Moon Blood in her. Has she been okay within the Fairy Realm?” she queries in as neutral of a tone she can manage.

She senses his gaze upon her features, but keeps her face placid.

“Fairy Danyin is doing well. In fact, she aspires to be the next Goddess of War after me,” he answers in a tone she used when speaking of Jieli, Shangque, or even Fairy Danyin in the past. “When it became clear that madness had taken root within Yunzhong, there was no choice but to send him to the Fairy Guillotine and have his immortal bones removed. The position for Emperor was offered to me, but I did not want it. Sansheng was elevated to Empress. In my opinion, there is no one better suited.”

Changheng moves to stand before her. “None of this will delay our wedding, Goddess Xiyun. I will fulfill my duty.” 

She hardly hears the news beyond Emperor Yunzhong’s execution. 

Her mind reels with revelations. She tries not to feel a perverse sense of satisfaction by the news. In fact, she attempts desperately to smother the emotion under the weight of will power alone. But something she had not put together until this moment causes her heart to skip a beat as relief, gratitude, and an unending wealth of love all threaten to choke her up.

What she had off-handedly read about Black Slash in Da Mutou's cultivation book, what he said to her as he held her with bruising strength so she wouldn't suffocate in terror that night.

He will suffer for this. You have my word, Xiǎo Huāyāo. Infinitely more than you can ever imagine. And then he will die, one way or another. By my hand, when the opportunity presents itself.

“He's always taking care of me,” she rasps under her breath. 

She closes watering eyes, feels the warmth of the gleaming sun, smells the purity of the land and feels for just a moment that her husband stands with her, a dark smirk lifting his mouth and relish glinting within his eyes at having fulfilled his morbid promise. 

Yunzhong had been responsible for many terrible things in the supposed name of Heaven, including the continued oppression of the Cangyan Sea. If she had not had her second life, she wouldn't have been affected by such information. But having seen the people of all three realms, she sees his removal as a blessing to all people and wishes she could hold her husband in her arms and thank him for it from the bottom of her heart. 

“Goddess…?” 

Her eyes snap open, willed to remain dry, but she can see in the roundness of his eyes, his mouth parted around a stunned breath that he knows her secret. He is close enough to have seen, close enough to have heard her. She feels her pulse jumping up her throat, but something in her gut maintains her calm before the scenarios of her husband discovering can send her into a panic. 

She waits.

He closes the gap between them a tentative step more, his throat bobbing with a visible swallow. “Little… Little Orchid?”

She slides her eyes up to his. “I am Goddess Xiyun… and I am also Orchid.”

His mouth splits open with glee, features bright in a way that distinctly reminds her of Xiao Run. A smile quirks her lips despite herself.

His breath catches when his expression softens to relieved bliss and suddenly her hand is held between his. 

Her smile drops.

“I can't believe it. You're… you're really her. I…”

She feels walls shooting up steeply as her affability recedes. 

His look is imploring as he shifts a step closer. “I will keep this secret. There is a reason you revealed this to me while refusing to reunite with him. Is it that, after he hurt you dearly, you… no longer love him? And you now love me?”

She retrieves her hand from him as if fleeing from caustic burns. 

A ripple of despair crumples his features. For a moment, he can't seem to look at her. “You still love him. Then why…?”

“The Evil God Tai Sui has become the greatest threat to the world again,” she states the cold, bitter fact. 

“As the Goddess, I am destined to die in order to put an absolute end to him. It is better for Dongfang Qingcang to believe me to have been dead for a decade, than to have me for a short while, only to lose me again. I would rather crawl through broken glass than put him through that loss again, Changheng,” she says with a bite she can't contain, an iciness seeping from her glare. 

His eyes shake for a split instant before they drop from her own beneath the clench of his eyebrows. “But you told me,” he points out, voice tight. When he looks at her again, his eyes are bright with accusation, wet with hurt, fists clenching at his sides. “Did you ever consider my feelings? How it would be for me to marry you and have to watch you die?” 

He is guilty of removing memories of hers as well. However, the return of those back then would have done nothing in his favor. At their first meeting, she had viewed him as a friend the way she sees Jieli: someone she enjoys the company of and would protect as any good friend would. He unfortunately saw more in her. 

She softens in heartfelt empathy. “I apologize…”

Tears slip from his hold, unappeased. 

“But Dongfang Qingcang took me as his wife in secret long before the second war was declared between the Immortals and Moon Tribe. I am his wife,” she declares with a raised chin that dares him to claim otherwise. 

His jaw tightens, his eyes go flinty, but he says nothing in protest.

“I only go through with this wedding to you for the assurance that he, and everyone else, will live on in peace. You and I have a covenant to face this great evil together. But make no mistake.” She feels the strength of the Goddess aura within her press up against her flesh and blaze within her steely gaze. “Even if my demise weren't in the very near future, our marriage would be in name only. I belong to Dongfang Qingcang and him alone.”

“He tampered with my memories,” he points out, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed, appearing utterly embittered. 

She says nothing, hoping he knows she does not regret being an accomplice to the event.

He shakes his head. “I wasn't going to add that to Yunzhong's reason to start a war. My brother was going to attempt to annihilate the Moon Tribe no matter what.” He looks off into the distance, chest heaving from visibly restrained anger, looking more riled than she has ever known him. 

He pins her with a sudden searing look. “I didn't want to be a part of that war at first. You had made it clear who you continued to choose. But I should have brought it up.” He smacks a hand up his chest, voice turning harsh with desperation. “I could have taken you away! Dongfang Qingcang is the reason you died!” 

“That's right,” she shouts back, stance unshakable, “and I would make the same choice over and over for an eternity, Changheng!” Her eyes begin to burn as her bleeding heart is ruthlessly squeezed. “Killing myself saved him and everyone else. And I must do the same again.” 

Her vision swims before tears shatter down her cheeks. The pain. The pain within as her heart is crushed within the grip of anguish is enough to shake her apart, enough to make her want to fold her arms around herself as she silently weeps before him. But she doesn't move, needing to stand her ground. 

His expression sort of drops as he lets out a defeated huff of a laugh and a single shake of his head which releases more tears down his own pale cheeks. “He truly means that much to you.” It’s not meant to be a question.

She answers anyway.

“He is the reason I take each breath, the reason my heart continues to beat. I think of him each morning and in the dead of night. He is who I turn to in woe, and who I turn to in joy. Who I seek for comfort, and seek as a wife does her husband. I would choose to live a life of eternal torture than see him hurt if I could stop it.” Emotion constricts her throat too tight, so she draws back the sleeve on her right arm and says no more.

Finds marginal relief in the awe, dismay, and heartbreak it inspires in the twist in his features. Perhaps now he can truly begin to move on.

He looks up at her with pained eyes. “But what about our—”

“Gone with the start of this third life.”

[deadsetobsessions]

Green Lantern hovered in the doorway of the med bay. He’d been summoned, but he had no idea what for.

“You know, spooky, some of us have lives to get back to. Not everyone can exist off of just work and blood or whatever,” Hal poked fun at Batman, who rubbed at his jaw tiredly. Hal blinked, stamping down the guilt that arose at Batsy’s uncharacteristic show of any emotion other than stone cold rationality or exasperation or anger. At least they’ve moved past grunts. That just lends credence to Hal’s theory of Batman being an immortal, like Vandal Savage. Batman could totally pass for a caveman, he’s got the grunts down, for sure.

“Still not a vampire. We found the Ghost King. The one the GIW was trying to hide in their records.”

“Well, shit.” Hal’s expression flattened, remembering the unsanctioned government branch that violated the Meta Rights act to a degree where even Amanda Waller had washed her hands of them. Bats had found evidence that they were experimenting on a child when a “source” had hacked into the base and begged them to find the child. Phantom, the hacker had claimed, who had managed to destroy the portal to the Infinite Realms

Batman had tried to boot the guy out of the system, until the hacker told them Phantom was the King of the Infinite Realms.

That got Constantine terrified, which urged Batman into a full hunting mode to track down the king. Mostly in part because Constantine said something along the lines of, “If the King dies, the Infinite Realms will wage war and decimate us. And considering they’re the realm of the dead, we’d lose so badly, even the demons won’t help us out for our bloody souls.”

Granted, he didn’t have that terrible British accent Hal attached to his voice every time the Green Lantern thought about the sad trench coat wizard, but the point still stood.

“He’s not fully conscious due to… his injuries, but the moments where he was, he reacted best to the color green.”

Hal did not want to know what kind of creepy stalker things Batman did to get that knowledge.

“Oh, great. You called me because I’m green,” he said to Batman as he floated into the med bay. “I can be green. I’m amazing at being green.”

Even with the sarcastic tone, Hal made sure to up his lantern aura, glowing a bright neon green. It wouldn’t do to help start a war if he wasn’t green enough.

Hal looked at the Ghost King, and yeah, he could see why Bats was so off his stoic face game today. Because the Ghost King looked like a teenager, and Bats is a bleeding heart and everyone knows it.

Hal waved away Batman, “Go back to Gotham and drink your true blood or whatever. You look like you’ve seen the sun too much.”

Translation: go home, you look tired.

Batman nodded, in thanks, and left to sleep (probably. Hal has never caught the man doing something so… plebeian). Hal is left playing babysitter. To an inter dimensional being that could- probably more like “would,” considering the live dissection he went through at the hands of humans- destroy their entire planet and/or universe. Another Tuesday for the Justice League.

[bluerosefox]

Danyal, Danny, Phantom.

Part 1 (Where the idea came from, very bare bones)

Okay wow, wasn’t expecting so many people wanting a part 2 tbh, also thank you for the follows as well (although IDK why you’d want to follow me, I’m random and rarely post sometimes.)

So before I get into this part 2, I just wanna make a few things clear.

I’m still new to DC/Batman most I know if from the animated series and I haven't seen it in ages, I have been able to get bits and pieces here and there though.

ANYONE is welcomed to use these ideas/concepts, just let me know, send me it, allow me to read it please. If anyone wants to draw some the ideas too that’ll be amazing, just let me know! I wanna see!

Also, I might, keyword MIGHT, actually write this idea into a story too, idk yet maybe. its been years since I wrote an actual fic tbh so I’m a little rusty. (You can actually see I used more of my writing style on this one compared to the last one tbh)

Also the reason I split these idea/concept into parts is the fact I tend to ramble and I knew if I wrote it on part 1 it would had gotten so long so here’s a fresh page with the rest of the ideas...

So the reason why I had this idea is because I read some fics where Ra’s always knows about Danny being either the Ghost King or a Halfa, or can fight him cause he has knowledge, I wanted a story where even Ra’s can be surprised and realizes there will ALWAYS be a ‘bigger’ fish even for that old ‘immortal’ (especially if Danny is Ra’s “failure of a heir.”)

Sorry this took a while, I wrote Part 1 at the end of me being sick by Covid, had to catch up on a few RL things, and legit a few days later my AC unit upstairs broke during a CA heatwave and it was pure HECK being in my room.

Danny is a little out of character but this is how I feel he'll be like with a year of being the Ghost King could be, along with the fact he has help from his friends and ghost friends as well. He's learned how to rule and has grown.

Oh be prepared, this is what happens when I’m allowed to ramble on ideas. This... This got rambly. (You should had seen this and part 3 together, it was so rambly)

So, a few things to note about Danny before we begin.

His name was is Danyal al Ghul (Wayne) Daniel “Danny” Fenton.

He was also known as (Ghost Boy, Ghost Child, Ghost Punk, Halfa) Danny Phantom

He also had other names as well such as The Great One, or Savoir of the Ghost Zone

But... for the last year he has been known as...

Ruler of the Infinite Realm, His Royal Highness King Phantom. Or as he would rather be simply referred to as (when he’s forced to have/use a title)...

The Ghost King.

...King Phantom also worked.

Simple yes, but Danny preferred it. (Again only when he’s forced to use a title, which sadly since being crowned the new King is most of the time now and only those close to him still call him Danny or at the very least Daniel (coughClockworkcough).

SO.... Its had been a year since Danny had been crowned the new Ghost King, sure he was still a teen and it was honestly very hard in the beginning. Learning the ins and outs of the royal courts, setting up his inner court (aka those he trusted), dealing with entitled nobles, and how to handle the the weight of the crown he now wore but he knew he didn't have to face it by himself. Well not all of it, there was a few things he did on his own in order to prove he's a fair King, but Danny honestly loved it when he could get together with his inner circle (more like family) and discuss the recent news of the Infinite Realm (which Danny learned was the actual name of the Ghost Zone, he long since switched to using that name over the one his parents coined), problems needing to be addressed, and upcoming important festivals or days (Danny knew of the Holiday Truce but he didn't know of any other Ghost holidays/festivals until his ghost friends explained them to him) along with a number of his Kingly duties. This was just barely touching the surface of what Danny had to do nearly daily and again it took a while but he eventually was getting the hang of being a King.

Funny enough one of those duties turned out to be healing the oozing scars the old Ghost King left on the Mortal Realm during his reign... because those scars eventually became the Lazarus Pits and had they been causing harm in the Mortal Realm.

By the Ancients, the Lazarus Pits.

That was something Danny hadn't been expecting to hear so soon after regaining his memories from before living with the Fenton’s. And when Clockwork explained it to him, a small smirk on the always age changing beings face, that all the Pits would eventually dry up thus they would no longer be able to revive the dead once Danny started healing them...

Danny had laughed when he had been told this information.

He laughed until he had started to cry. He had even laughed so hard he changed back from his ghost form to his living one and then back again because he lost breath from his laughter. (It actually concerned his friends, Dani and Jazz when this happened tbh) It took a while but when Danny’s laughter finally trailed into hiccups, light coughs, and deep breaths, Clockwork merely floated over and asked with all-knowing smirk on his face “Quite done Daniel?”

You see the reason why this was funny to Danny was the fact that he was finally getting revenge on his ex-grandfather for... well for everything. And he was going to enjoy ruining Ra’s al Ghul treasured little Lazarus Pits with pure glee. The amount of pure joy he felt knowing this even surpassed his feelings for when he’s able to mess up Vlad’s evil plans for the month.

As mentioned before, Danny had no memories upon waking up in a hospital after nearly losing his life from wounds no child should ever have on their bodies. It wasn’t until the night after his crowning that as he dreamed of his past, it was in these dreams he had finally remembered everything. When he had woken up he had instantly went flying to Clockwork’s lair to speak with the time keeper, especially when he had remembered the last thing he had saw before waking up in the hospital.

[“Why?” that was all Danny would ask when seeing the ageless ghost, not bothering to say hello or even small talk like they normally would do, if he had been his living form he would had been breathing heavily from the speed he flown to get there.

“It hadn’t been your time, your Highness.” was the only reply before the ticking of clocks in the room filled the silence between them.]

He had been Danyal al Ghul, the second heir to the Demon Head Ra’s al Ghul, the League of Assassins leader and his grandfather, son of Talia al Ghul, and twin brother to first heir Damian al Ghul.

Talia, his mother, was a stoic woman. A true Assassin. Beautiful yet deadly.  Someone Danyal could see now who would do anything to stay in power if he was to be honest with himself. But she did love him and Damian in her own way, only showing them this parental love when they were alone, away from servants and other assassin’s eyes. Some of his fondest memories of the woman had been her cupping his face and speaking softly of how much he looked like her “Beloved”, their father. His eyes, and hair (and his 'soft' heart) were the only things he knew about his father, the only thing he has been allowed to know.

Damian, his twin brother, both of them mostly sharing the same face with small differences and build at the time, his other half, the one that he had came into this world together had, was, is the one Danyal would die for. And he did. His brother was the prefect heir, the prefect budding assassin in the eyes of the others in Nanda Parbat. Much like their mother he tended to try to hide his emotions behind an emotionless mask, he always carried himself stronger than Danyal would, despite them both being five years old they had been born into this life and learned very quickly how to survive that place. But behind closed doors the two would often talk in whispers, of the what ifs of their lives, how their day was, etc etc. Danyal’s fondest memories of his brother was them sneaking out to watch the stars late at night and making a promise to always face any problem together as they held hands and lightly tapped each with their fingers.   

His grandfather, Ra’s however was a ruthless and cold man. An ‘immortal’ due to the Lazarus Pits that always brought him back to life, and he had always hated Danyal. No matter what Danyal would do it was always a failure to his grandfather, it didn’t matter if he tried his hardest to be a ‘perfect’ little assassin like his brother, everything he did in the older man’s eyes was a mistake. Any mistakes Danyal did was often met with punishment and pain. He had no fond memories of the man, only a deep seeded mutual dislike if anything.

And it was with this hatred for Danyal, that had caused Ra’s to summon both his grandchildren one night to the combat room and demanded for them both to fight for heir ship. A fight that would end in one of them dying, something all of them in room knew it would lead to. A fight two five years did not want to do but had no choice. Not even Talia’s disbelieving single protest to the fight could not stop Ra’s command.

As the Demon Head, his word was law.

In the end, Danyal couldn’t wouldn’t harm his brother (his grandfather always hated how ‘soft’ his heart was, "to much like his father" was often said with a tsk). They were both only five years old, they were brought into the world together, they told secrets behind closed doors and whispered dreams under the endless sea of stars they would sneak out to see, they would lightly tap messages with their fingers when the other would have bad days and didn’t wish to speak about it but wanted some sort of comfort.

He wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t harm his brother but Damian... Danyal knew Damian would follow the order to fight despite not wanting to as well, Damian always followed orders with little to no fuss unlike Danyal who always second guessed with whys and questions, Danyal also knew Damian would believe he would fight back in defense at least...

But he didn’t.

Some of the few things he remembered was Damian’s eyes widen in horror, his mother’s uncaring mask and body twitch for a moment, and his grandfather ‘tsking’ at him before he fell onto the cold stone floor. After that his memory became hard to remember, foggy but he knew of this.The pain he felt hurt and he tried so hard to stay alive for a few moments more, he could barely hear anything over his own harsh and deep breathing, his body felt heavy and his hands felt wet from the blood seeping out around him. Danyal could barely hear his grandfather’s voice, and could barely make out Ra’s leaving while his mother guided Damian out of the room, she did not look back and Damian moved like a puppet on a string being pulled away. Danyal barely registered hands lifting him up and carrying him out of the room, his vision slowly fading as he was carried in the dimly lit halls of his ‘home’. His memory became very spotty after that, barely noticing he had been left outside the compound to die and as he took in a harsh breath in an attempt to get air, he could hear two words as clear as day.

“Time Out.” and the only sound following those two words was the ticking of clocks while the last thing he saw was the always changing form of a ageless being.

After that Danyal would be found outside of a random hospital in America, far from his place of birth, far from his mother and brother, barely hanging as doctors rushed to save this five year olds life. He would awake weeks later, with no memories of his own to speak of, and then one night a strange star plush/pillow would be gifted to him with the name Daniel on it. He would be bounced around foster home to foster home after he was cleared to leave the hospital and the cops had no leads on who or where he came from.

Daniel would eventually meet Jazz at the park and later her parents and worm his way into their hearts, he would later be adopted by them and live a somewhat normal life (as one can be with ghost hunting parents but at least he got Jazz as an older sister, even with Jack and Maddie’s rather unhealthy... obsession with ghosts he knew they loved him)

Ra’s failed second heir was no more, his name and life no longer mentioned in Nanda Parbat, Danyal al Ghul (Wayne) was by all intents and purpose dead to the man and to the League.

Now Daniel “Danny” Fenton lived in his place...

Up until that fateful day when he was fourteen, after that he was only half alive and once again became someone kind of new. A halfa this time. Danny Phantom.

And who would had guessed (not Ra’s that's for sure), he later would become The Ghost King, the Ruler of the Infinite Realm.                   

So imagine Danny’s surprise when as he had left his house for school one morning, he may be a King but hey he still needed his education according to Jazz (and Clockwork), when he had been ambushed and attacked by some assassins from the League and knocked out... (Shush his own assassin training was rusty and he hadn’t had time to practice them too much, his last major battle had been that all out brawl a week before his coronation with him vs his enemies, fun times. He also rarely got kidnapped since his crowning, half awake due to his Kingly duties and studying for Mr. Lancer’s 70% final grade test (Fun fact I had an actual teacher who did this) that Friday and honestly Danny wasn’t expecting assassins from the League to show up since the whole being pretty much declared dead to them thing)

Only to later slowly wake up on the familiar rough stone ground in Nanda Parbat (the smell, the sounds, the stonework. He often saw them in his dreams and memories but knew it was real this time) his hands bound and his body aching from laying motionless on the hard ground for a while. He put on a confused look on his face as he slowly rose and groaned in pain as he subtly took a moment to look around.

Thank the Ancients Danny still knew how to fake an injury, and play dumb/confused from his time tricking some of the his more annoying ex-enemies? (Skulker, Walker, etc.) even though it had been a year since he last had to do so with them (besides Vlad, he’s still his enemy no matter what and still seemed really salty Danny was a King now and was treated like an outcast by most ghosts, none wanting to be the opposite side of their King so hey perks). It had been a good way to make them drop their guards if they thought Danny was still at his ‘weakest’ when they caught him by surprise. It still pretty funny when Vlad tries though, this act always catches that fruitloop off-guard no matter how many times.     

It was a Lazarus Pit room judging by the smell/feel of it at first and later confirmed when he noticed the green toxic ooze nearby. Ugh just being on this side of the Realm and sensing that stuff was disgusting, it wasn’t as bad in the Infinite Realm due to the fresh and clean ectoplasm around it masking most of the bad smell but boy did it reek on this side. 

Danny blinked a few times to sell his acting, whispering a confused “Where am I?” under his breath, and looked around before his eyes landed on someone in front of him and flinched back a bit, no acting needed this time.

Ra’s was in the room sitting on a throne chair staring at him with that ever burning hateful glare yet Danny could see another emotion, an emotion he was very used to Vlad having on his fruitloop face. His ex-grandfather had a plan and it was gonna be painful or annoying for Danny to deal with, he knew it...

And...AND was that knocked out Batman and Robin also tied up in chains and guarded by few assassins in the room as well?! WHY IS THAT A THING?!

-x-x-

Heyyyyy so... umm I decided to split it into another part cause it was getting mega long again when all together and I was like roughly halfway done with it and just... I wanted to write out so much, also Tumblr almost made me loose the WIP of this many many times so I’m being careful. Good news almost done with it (and it won’t take as long as this part did promise)

This is basically Danny’s side of things of being King, his inner thoughts, his past relationships with the al Ghul’s, and snippets how he had grown into his King self tbh. Probably didn't need to do this but as an old school writer I wanted to make a base so to speak. The best and fun part is up next. and to prove it, here’s the title and a sneak peek for it.

Summoning a King (Or alternatively: It was at this moment, Ra’s knew he F’d up.)

Yeah as said before it took ALL of Danny’s training not laugh in hysterics. Oh the irony. Sacrificing the Ghost King... to summon the Ghost King.... Danny honestly wanted to say something, the words on his lips being a sarcastic “You sure that's gonna work out for you, you moldy old fruitloop?” but Danny bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from doing so.

TAGLIST:

Also I’m starting a tag list so if anyone wants on it for the next part please let me know asap so I can add you.

[EDIT: Taglist now closed until next update! Sorry!]

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[decaying-enigma]

DP Crossover Prompt

DP x Harry Potter

Please bare with me as I begin:

We, as a collective, have established that it was Lily’s sacrifice, via when Voldemort killed her, that protected Harry and rebounded the Killing Curse back at Tom Riddle that night.

Yet, if I may take this a step even further. Some may ask, where did Lily possibly learn how to do this? Realistically, there’s no way that this magic was just something Lily invented, no matter how talented she was.

I am a little lazy, so it easier just to say she either found a book or scroll in the Potter library/vault or was somehow ‘mysteriously’ *Clockwork* led to find the ritual.

A very specific ritual that called upon the MONARCH OF THE INFINITE REALM to protect someone and place them under their rule.

This ritual was originally used by Parish Dark as an easy method to damning souls to eternal servitude as mindless drones in his army.

Lily didn’t see the eternal servitude part, as it was in the fine print, and honestly, who actually reads the fine print anyway. She did the ritual, but ‘accidentally’ mistranslated some words.

Who knew protection and adoption looked so similar in Ghost?

Anywho, by invoking the power of the Monarch of The Infinite Realm, Lily thought she put Harry under the Monarch’s rule and protection.

Which, if she translated it correctly, it would have. But since she didn’t….something else happened instead. Something incredibly unexpected.

For example, making a deal with the Monarch of The Infinite Realm to adopt her son.

Thus, enters a very confused and very tired Danny Fenton simply trying to get his college degree when, completely out of the blue, he can immediately recognize that he somehow just adopted an infant.

A actual human infant.

It’s a wizard and has magic, but still human for the most part.

*Cue Danny realizing this as a soul appeared in front of him*

Danny: “Fiddlesticks!”

*Immediately calls Jazz, the only Fenton with properly functioning brain cells*

Jazz: “What’s up?”

Danny: “I got another kid.”

Jazz: *Not even phased anymore* “What is it this time? Clone? Alternate timeline? Emotionally imprinted?

Danny: “A witch did a blood ritual invoking my status as Ruler of The Ghost Zone to save her kid’s life in exchange for eternal servitude. Now I kinda own her soul, and I sorta technically adopted her son.”

Jazz: 😐

Jazz: “…Huh. That is a new one. So when can I meet my new nephew?”

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*Danny sending Harry off to Hogwarts*

Danny: “Okay, repeat everything I’ve said back to me.”

Harry: “If I ever see something dangerous, I shot it immediately then asks questions after.”

Danny: *nodding* “Good. What else?”

Harry: “If a evil person tries to make me their evil apprentice, I shoot them twice to be safe.”

Danny: “Better. And what if you discover someone is plotting to destroy the school or to use a powerful artifact to gain power and become immortal?”

Harry: “…I get the bazooka?”

Danny: *tears in his eye* “Your grandparents would be so proud of you.”

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Requirements/Ideas:

-Harry will not, under any circumstance, stay with the Dursley’s (Not if Danny has anything to say about it)

-Lily will become a ghost/or shade that will help raise Harry. It takes a few year for her to fully form after dying and regain all of her memories.

-James Potter can either be fully dead or also become a ghost since his soul was technically involved with the bargain Lily made.

-Harry will be mostly raised by Danny, other ghosts, and the Fenton’s(debatable if you want Danny to have a good relationship with his parents) (#Dissection)

-Harry is not a Horcrux. None of that bullshit.

-Good amount of Dumbledore bashing, but not too much. Snape, on the other hand, will be crucified and nothing will change my mind.

-100000% see Danny as the Ultimate helicopter parent, but also be, like, super involved. I’m talking forming a Hogwarts PTA, randomly showing up to Harry’s Quidditch games and no one being able to stop him, and will for sure threaten anything remotely registering as a threat to Harry.

-Danny will become friends with Hagrid, and visit Hogwarts so Cujo and Fluffy can have play dates.

-Dani will be the Wine Aunt/older sister that randomly shows up sometimes. Clockwork is the fun grandpa that always gives out random fortune cookie advice. Dan is the weird uncle that likes to encourage mildly illegal activity whenever possible. And Vlad is just there.

-Daniel James Fenton/Phantom will not be nerfed in any way. My boy is the ruler of an ENTIRE DIMENSION. Ain’t no way some pasty dudes with sticks are gonna beat him or be even remotely close to his level.

You can fight me on this.

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[cursedzucchini]

I'm so sorry for this, but i gotta get this cursed idea out of my head. (Also im following DC - disregard canon)

So basically when ra's was just some guy several hundred years ago, who wanted to he immortal for one reason or another. He was looking into the possibility of ghosts and found a ghost king summoning circle. His goal was to force the king to make him immortal, or at least tell him a way, but when he sees Danny, he decides to try another way.

He befriends Danny and kinda genuinely starts liking the guy. Stuff happens and they start dating (at this point ra's stopped being ass obsessed w immortality, but instead shifted his obsession to Danny). Ra's isn't as crazy at that moment and made sure Danny perceives him as his best self. Danny at his part, is just glad his new friend/bf doesn't want the secret to immortality.

Danny, after few years of relationhip, trusts ra's enough to tell him his true name (something which can be used against him) and shows him the infinite realms. Ra's is amazed and they're kinda vibing. Like it's not healthy relationship, ra's lying about so many things and Danny's kinda hoping their issues w way too different opinions work out.

It's not until ra's starts growing old, everything goes to shit. He starts seeing the signs of time on him, and that makes him once again obsess with immortality.

Now personal headcanon of mine is that loving fiercely and obsessively is something all Al ghuls have in common.

So ra's doesn't just leave Danny to go and get his immortality (at this point i feel like he figured several ways, but didn't want to destroy his relationship w Danny), no. My dude decides "hey, my partner is the ghost king, meaning if i become his official lover, I'd get some of that sweet sweet immortality juice myself. And i wanted to marry him anyway, so"

So yes. Ra's uses the true name to marry Danny without his consent and tie his being to him.

And when Danny feels this, hes mad. Bc not only did someone he actually loved betrayed his trust with the true name thing, in the confrontation about all of this, it turns out most of their relationship was a lie!

The argument that follow all of this is huge. Ra's doesn't understand what he did wrong, and Danny's pissed off (maybe he was preparing something for ra's so they could stay together to make it more painful). It ends w Danny storming out of whatever place they lived in.

Ra's angry and feels betrayed too. They finally managed to make their relationship official and Danny's angry???' he destroys the place, and everything that could remind him of Danny.

So when some tired ghost comes in, asking him to sign the divorce papers? No he's not gonna do that.

The ghost was ready for that and told him he could take anything in exchange (Danny was heartbroken and pissed off at that moment, he wasn't really thinking). Ra's was playing with the thought of saying Danny's core, but... that would be for nothing. He wanted to be immortal after all.

So he says that cool ecto pool Danny showed him few years back. And ghost, who was really fucking tired and wanted to quickly get back home, was like "aight"

Thus ra's al ghul got his lil toxic pools.

Six hundred years forward, and suddenly the justice league has an Eldritch god on their hands ranting about their "stupid fucking ex, taking the nice pools in the divorce"

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My personal hc for this prompt is that Danny found out Abt ra's having the pits, by someone mentioning how unfair it is that red hood gets another chance at life.

Also idk but the idea of ra's heading Abt this, taking out the newest iphone and calling batman like "hey I'm gonna have to warn u, a crazy guy might appear and say some bs Abt me stealing his pools, tHATS NOT TRUE IT WAS A FAIR GAME AND IF HE DIDNT WANT ME TO TAKE THEN, HE SHOULDNT HAVE DICORCED ME D:<"

Idk man just batfam/jl in the middle of them fighting Abt this.

(Damian & Talia would def grow up hearing stories about him and would kinda look up to him, bc ras only told them the cool stuff he did, not the time he stubbed his toe and accidentally created something like a mountain idk)

This is so dumb aight I'm out, I'm so sorry-

situation is - Oh bollocks, it’s my ex. But instead of Constantine and King Shark, it’s Danny and Ra’s Al Ghul

[boozye]

Hiyaaaa ik someone already did this but I thought abt mortality with Barbatos and it dealt psychic damage to me so I thought I'd inflict it on other people. I personally consider Barbatos as more of a "endless concept of time who just sticks around Diavolo and co because they are endlessly entertaining" rather than just a guy who can control time. So here's infinite time god Barbatos confronting your mortality. (I kinda tried to write the mc dialogue vaguely like Dani? Don't know how well I pulled it off,,) It was the smallest of moments that reminded Barbatos of your fragile humanity. Once, you had broken a teacup and cut yourself on a stray piece of porcelain. Another time, you fallen ill with a simple cold. Most recently was the most troubling for Barbatos. At the time, you had gathered together for tea and pastries; you shared stories of the human world, and Barbatos recounted ancient tales he'd witnessed. And that was it. You had done nothing at all, speaking joyfully, no danger in sight; yet the idea of your approaching demise hit Barbatos like a brick. He could see it in your smile, hear it your laughter, find it twinkling in your eyes. You were so very finite. One day you would pass on. He would never even once have thought a human life could be so deeply attached to his own. Barbatos had only seen mortal life as a meaningless blip within his infinite existence; two ships passing in the sea of reality, one destined to sink. He didn't want that to happen, he didn't even want to imagine it. He didn't want to see you grow older while he would remain stagnant. He didn't want to watch your health fail in ways he couldn't experience. He didn't want to put you in a box and lower you into the dirt, where he could never see you again, never feel you again, never hear you again. "...Barbatos?" He snapped out of his daze as you called for his name. "You've been spacing off for a while, is something wrong?" Barbatos hadn't noticed how his face had fallen, brows creased and bottom lip pinched between his canines in worry. "It's..." He didn't want to worry you. "It is nothing, dear. Don't worry." You lifted his chin with the handle end of a spoon, making him look you into the eyes. "You look down when you lie, Barb. What's up?" "One day you will die." Barbatos blurted, his heart playing hop-scotch in his chest, threatening to skip straight out of his throat. "You'll grow old and gray, then pass on." You only blinked slowly, staring at Barbatos like he was crazy. "Uh, yeah? Obviously?" "Aren't you afraid? Isn't it horrifying to know that one day this will all come to an end?" He sounded weaker than you'd ever heard- ineffable, composed Barbatos; brought to his knees by a simple human, the irony. A sigh, and you put your spoon down on your tea saucer. "I mean, not really. People are kinda aware of all that."

"What if you didn't have to?" Barbatos offered. "I could ensure you never age, never die. Then we would never have to part." "But I don't want that." You said simply. You could practically hear Barbatos' heart fall out of his chest and shatter on the floor, his eyes glassy with tears. It took several beats of silence before Barbatos would clear his throat and struggle out an awkward; "Excuse me?" "I don't want to be immortal." You shrugged simply, studying your teacup so you wouldn't have to see his hurt. He had painted this set himself. He inhaled stiffly, swallowing hard. "Now who's looking away?" Barbatos joked dryly, only met with silence for a several long seconds. "May I ask why?" "You're not the only person I care about, Barb. I got family and friends in the human realm, you know? If I live forever, I have to watch them go. And I'm a selfish asshole, I don't want to feel that." Your mumbles bordered on shameful, how ironic of you to say that to Barbatos of all people. "Then you understand how I feel, don't you?" Barbatos reasoned further, reaching across the delicate table to hold your hand. "I don't want to imagine you growing old and weak, because I cannot do the same with you. I cannot become old like another human might and I don't want to live on without you, it would hurt too deeply." You raised your eyes to meet his. "Then why would you wish the same pain on me?" Ten words like a slap across the cheek. They stung and ate away at his skin with acidic bite, bringing fresh tears to his eyes. A tear landed in his cold tea, making minuscule ripples. "I..." His throat was full of cotton. "I understand. I would never want that for you." You squeezed his gloved hand tightly. "Thank you, Barbatos. And I'm..." You struggled around the word, blinking back the wetness in your eyes. "I'm sorry." "It is alright." Barbatos swiped at his eyes with a handkerchief, the redness around them making your heart ache. "You're right. I wouldn't want you to feel that loneliness, or experience this fear." He kissed the back of your hand with a small, sad smile. "Until your last breath, I will stay by your side." He would simply have to manage for now, or forever. He would feel it in the smallest of moments- painting teacups or star gazing. He would find it in your eyes, see it in your smile, hear it in your laughter; and when you last sunset came he would watch it with you, standing by you bedside and gazing at you beauty which never faded. You had never faded.

YES, HELLO, HEY, I LOVE THIS. I LOVE IT A WHOLE LOT. I READ IT LIKE 6 TIMES NOW

A+, 5 POSSUMS OUTTA 5, THANK YOU

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❄️Frost Secrets from the Other Son

Chapter 6

The Hottest Thing in All the Nine Realms

Part 1 and Part 2

🔴Warning for Part 1, this is a revision of the scene in the first Thor film when Loki lets go and drops off the Bifrost. It's dark and sad, but trust me, things turn around, and we see Loki reimagine his life.

Smut at the end FYI

Feel free to reblog!! I love all the new readers!!

Thank you!!

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Part 1

As Loki teetered on the edge of oblivion, his mind was ensnared by his darkest thoughts. He stood on the precipice of the Bifrost, dangling one foot just over the densely layered material that bridged all the worlds his family governed. Peace, ever liminal in the sea of sky beyond Asgard, moved as a temporal experience.

He was coaxing fate perhaps, beckoning the space winds to knock him over into the void beyond where his feet stood. He balanced just on the edge, stepping back and forth, wobbling.

Ruling the nine realms was the birthright Loki had wanted to inherit from as far back as he could remember. It had also been elusive, just out of reach, with Thor at the helm of succession to the crown. A lifetime of being an outcast by his family came crashing into focus as he stood there, sorting out his fate.

He was treated differently because he was different.

Now, his son’s fate felt like it was also teetering on the precipice with him.

The sting of Odin’s confession to him was still rushing through his veins. A venom.

Loki’s father was Laufey, the monster king of Jötunnheim. That made him a monster too, and his unborn son.

Even though Frigga promised him no one else knew, they didn’t have to. The example was set by Odin, who did know, who was single handily responsible for taking him from Jötunnheim.

Every microtransaction between Loki and Odin set the stage for how his brother would treat him, even the sympathy and attention from Frigga. All resulted from Odin’s treatment of Loki as “other” and different.

He imagined his son would now inherit this same treatment, possibly even worse.

Loki had also figured out his unborn son had been affecting Lillian’s thinking. He was likely the reason she felt called towards the frozen north of Asgard and went seeking Mímir’s well. If Odin was to find this out, Loki feared what he would do with his son…

There was so much unknown, which generated Loki's deep sense of fear.

Looking out into the night, he remembered an old Midgardian healer he met while on a mission in Norway. This healer spoke of the belief that many universes existed all at once. If you felt destined for tragedy in one lifetime, you might receive all you ever dreamed of in another.

Loki considered the older man’s perspective as her sorted through his heartbreak. He imagined there might be endless Loki’s variants all over the nine realms, with infinite possible lives and outcomes playing out simultaneously.

A different Loki might have been raised on Jötunnheim and been the happy son of Laufey, inherited the throne with no fanfare, and made king.

Yet another would have jumped off the Bifrost already, with an unknown fate ahead, perhaps death, perhaps worse.

Possibly he was already the father to many children or had an immortal partner in another realm.

Although, at this very moment, this Loki just found out his secret Earthling girlfriend was pregnant with a baby that isn’t likely Aesir or human, who is more likely Jötunn, just like him.

The aloneness was humbling; if he let go and fell off into the abyss, he would possibly stay alone in the afterlife forever. He wouldn’t be exalted to Valhalla to be with his ancestors.

He would be somewhere else entirely; he would leave his son a bastard. Lilly would be all alone to manage the wreckage of both his families…

Odin’s explanation of his reasoning for keeping the secret of his true origin was insufficient. His insistence on telling Lillian about the baby himself was infuriating beyond anything he had ever experienced.

He was being shut out from Lillian already. Even though Odin and Frigga promised she would not be sent away, the heavy hand Odin was taking already told him otherwise.

Frigga’s thoughts were concealed during his conversation with Odin but using his seiðr. He could read her innermost fears. She was concerned his son already on Heimdall’s radar, might mean that the child would be incompatible with life on both Asgard and Jötunnheim.

Loki would not let himself imagine this outcome.

In his theory of variants, he pictured a version of his son who was more human. He was healthy and thriving. In his mind’s eye, he saw him appear like Lillian, with brown hair, yet with his artificially induced Aesir pallor and blue eyes.

If he had known who he was, perhaps he would not have risked getting Lillian pregnant with a child that might kill her to carry.

But there was no going back.

His son was here, and fate was unraveling the yarns of Odin’s family while simultaneously knitting together a new fragile family to which he now belonged. His family.  

With that final thought, Loki turned around and made his way back to the palace.

                                                           ooOoo

Part 2

Lillian didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but when she finally opened her eyes, she was deeply shocked to see Odin himself sitting next to her bed. 

She had never officially met him, only Frigga. He kept Lillian and her project at arm’s length. Others officially delivered his missives that he wished to be included in the book. This left a gap for Loki’s impressions of him to fill her mind. He seemed every bit the distant father Loki described.

He was also every bit as intimidating as one would imagine a “god” of his status to be.

It was like meeting the president, a king, a dictator, and Robert Redford all at once.

Why was he taking time out from his day to see her? Did he find out she was shagging his son? His eyes were kind yet not entirely compassionate. This worried her.

Jesus, did he also think she was a frost giant? 

When Lillian could speak, she found the courage to be the first one to say something and break the awkward silence.

“Odin, sir, thank you for whatever measures your staff and palace have given me; I feel better. I don’t know how long I was asleep, but as you might have been told, I was quite ill when I was mistaken for a frost giant.” 

Odin faintly smiled, “oh yes, that has been cleared up. You are not a frost giant. You were quite ill, though. The healers had to work on you while you were unconscious and find the right herbs to get you back with us.” 

Odin almost sounded like he cared. 

“Then, sir, why did your sons or son, or I guess the palace warriors including Heimdall, think I was a frost giant?” 

The caution Lillian felt as she assembled her words made her voice get very soft, she wasn’t sure Odin could even hear her, but it had to be said.

Odin was straightforward, ���Lillian, you are not a frost giant, but your son is.” 

He continued, “I know this not only from what the healers saw in your womb but because my son Loki is a frost giant. Obviously, you’ve been romantically involved for some time. Since you got here, if Frigga’s and Eir are correct about the baby’s age.”

Lillian felt sick again suddenly. Her body was cold. Her son, his son. Frost giants. The room was spinning.

Frigga opened the door just then, “oh dear, Odin, the girl doesn’t look well again!” 

She quickly queried Odin, “did you tell her about the baby? I thought we said we would tell her together!” This was the compromise she promised Loki. Frigga was alarmed and went to reach for a cool, wet cloth. She laid it across Lillian’s head even though her whole body was suddenly frozen, not hot. 

Lillian spoke, anger building in her weak body, “did you tell YOUR SON about being a frost giant? Who is the one who was sleeping around on who here, dear royals!” 

Odin and Frigga looked alarmed and amused simultaneously at Lillian’s presumption that one of them must have had an affair with a Jötunn.

“Dear Lillian, you have misunderstood my husband,” Frigga explained weakly.

“Neither of us were “disloyal” as you say on Earth. Loki was a tiny, abandoned baby on Jötunnheim, and Odin rescued him.” 

In shock now, Lillian pressed, “you never told him?” The ire in her voice filled the infirmary.

Lillian could not believe what she was hearing.

She sat up promptly, almost instinctually, and threw the covers off her; she ejected herself from the bed with wobbly feet. A thousand new thoughts ran through her head as she searched the room for her clothes. She didn’t even have time to think about being pregnant herself. Her mind immediately went to Loki.

He had spent his entire life believing a lie. This explained everything about him. This explained the way her book felt empty at times, with no amount of fancy wording able to fill the pages.

“Dear Lillian, you need to be careful,” Frigga spoke gently and came closer to her. 

“There is a lot you don’t know, and especially a lot we don’t know about frost giant and human babies, so your life and the baby’s life might be at risk. You should be cautious and stay calm, please.” 

Frigga was begging Lillian while Odin looked out the window, seemingly unaffected. 

“You both are liars!” Lillian shouted, not sure why suddenly she was acting like Loki on behalf of Loki. 

Things were starting to feel very strange, fast. She felt incredibly sad for Loki. She was overwhelmed by the sadness. 

“I need to see him; he needs to know who he is! Who is going to tell him? Or have you already told him? Did he leave on the first train, the Bifrost, or whatever you do here? I hope he did!” 

“He knows Lillian,” Odin said from across the room. 

“He saw his son when we did our version of what you might call an ultrasound, except we use a very different kind of technology,” Frigga offered.

“We told him then,” Odin said, walking away from the window and towards Lillian again. 

“And what did he do? I hope he tried to punch you, Odin. Some Allfather you are.”

Lillian knew she sounded small and helpless, but she didn’t care. She imagined the hurt Loki was feeling, bringing her to sobbing.

Frigga stepped between Odin and Lillian and held her arms out. 

“Dear Lillian, I imagine this news is shocking on all fronts. You not only care for my son, but you are having his baby. That’s quite the shock on its own, and with the uncertainty, I am trying to explain….”

“Uncertainty?” It was as if Lillian was only registering every other word, and she finally mumbled something about the impossibility of Asgardian and Midgardian children between her sobs very faintly. 

Frigga sat down next to her, “Lillian, he wasn’t lying entirely…it’s rare indeed. Even rarer for a frost giant and a human, so much so, I am not sure we know at all what to expect. This is what I am trying desperately to help you understand.”

“Although he should have been casting some spell or magic,” Frigga said under her breath now.

“He was!”

Lillian was feeling very vulnerable and frustrated all at once. 

“I guess it didn’t work,” she said, looking down at the slight bump, barely noticeable beneath the overly fancy dressing gown they had her in. 

“It sure didn’t.” Odin chimed in. 

Ever the judgmental dad and ruler all at once, he seemed doubly disappointed that his first grandchild was arriving in such a manner and that its presence spilled the beans he had been hiding for many centuries.

Lillian also thought about Heimdall, how he was the first to sense the baby, and how it was enough to make him believe Asgard was being invaded!

Who was this kid going to be? Her mind couldn’t take much more of this; she felt she couldn’t handle it. 

“I need to see Loki, are you quite done making me feel like a failure when you are the ones who failed Loki with your lies.” 

Frigga turned to Odin, a disparaging look across her face. 

“Lillian, Odin, and I do not feel like you or Loki are failures. Quite the opposite. It’s like this baby came to us to help us finally tell the truth; I think it’s been a blessing. Don’t you agree, Odin?”

Odin stood staring.

He may or may not agree with Frigga. He wasn’t going to explain his feelings further.

Seeing the rage erupt from Loki had been awful when they told him.

Loki, much like Lillian-was deeply concerned about the failure of Odin and Frigga to tell Loki about his true parentage and worse that he was a prince from Jötunnheim, he had a whole other planet that was rightfully his... 

“We will take our leave of you now, dear Lillian. Should we send Loki in next? Or do you need a moment?” 

Lillian hesitated. Why hadn’t he been the one to tell her? What more were Odin and Frigga not telling her about this child or Loki.

Again, the instinct to return to Earth, go home to Ohio overwhelmed her, and leave behind this impossible mess, but she couldn’t do that; she knew deep in her heart she had to see things through.

So, Lillian motioned for them to send in Loki; she held her breath and folded her hands and arms across her belly in a camouflaging gesture. 

Odin and Frigga exited, promising that she would be well cared for and that the healers would be coming to speak to both Loki and her very soon. 

ooOoo

It seemed hours before a soft knock on the door startled her. Loki opened it slowly and walked in. Lillian was now standing, leaning against one of the fancy chairs that were in nearly every palace room.

“It’s you,” Lillian said, a small smile edging its way across her pale face. 

“It’s me for sure.” 

He didn’t know if she would be angry at him for getting her pregnant, not knowing he was a frost giant, or just messing up their lives. He had said a small prayer before entering the infirmary, asking the gods for their help in mending Lillian’s trust in him.

To his surprise, Lillian spoke more first, “I bet you’ve been pissed since they told you.”

Loki was shocked at her empathy towards him, “you better believe it,” Loki said, staring intently at Lillian.

“I bet you must have felt like jumping off the Bifrost and falling into the abyss, huh?”

“I contemplated it, yes,” Loki confessed, although he was startled by how she knew where he had just been in his mind and body. Lillian had been paying closer attention to him than he realized.

“Why didn’t you then?” Lillian said nervously, following up. She knew by the dark circles beneath his eyes how devastated he was.

“Why didn’t I?” Loki was dumbfounded.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Lillian continued, “Loki, you could have blown up Midgard if you wanted to, just to get back at your awful parents. I would have understood.”

Tears began to fill his blue eyes, and all he could do was give in to the overwhelming desire to touch her. He was so close to her now that he was almost touching her. Almost.

“Lillian, I didn’t blow up Midgard or jump off the Bifrost for two important reasons. I think you must know what they are.”

She was becoming agitated again, “I don’t know. I don’t know what they are. You should be so angry that lightning will come out of the sky! I am so angry for you, Loki!”

“That’s my brother,” Loki laughed, trying to soften the tension between them.

“He does that.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” Lillian said, laughing now too.

With that, Loki finally put his long limbs around her, “I didn’t go anywhere or do anything because of you and our baby,” he whispered in one of her delicate clamshell ears.

“I’m here, Lilly. I am not going to leave either of you,” he pulled back gently so she could see his sincerity. She wanted to tell him everything running through her mind, her fears about their child, how he even came to be, her book, their lives, and what lay ahead for them, but all she could do was kiss him.

She took his face, as she had done so many times before, holding his chiseled cheeks, pulling the dash of his lips to hers. A big smile authentically washed over Loki’s face as he passionately kissed her back.

“Lilly, you don’t hate me!” he finally said, catching his breath.

“You still want me?” Loki tenderly inquired. His vulnerability made his pale skin almost translucent. She swore she could see his beating heart inside his chest.

“Loki, I should be the one saying that to you! I have a baby inside me powerful enough to send Heimdall smoke signals; who knows how big I’ll get with a frost giant baby? Maybe I’ll turn blue along with the kid! Who knows!” 

She was making light of the scary unknown ahead for them both. In these moments, she wanted to laugh with him and feel the hope she knew was somewhere alongside the tragedy of their circumstances.

Feeling Lillian’s jest, Loki continued to try and offer levity as well. He laughed, “Lilly, all this is happening because of me and how much I wanted to come inside you. I’m sorry, I’m terrible. I am. I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“I let you, Loki,” Lillian smiled ear to ear.

“Remember, I’ve let you come on my stomach and boobs so many times….”

An even bigger smile threatened to break Loki’s face, and he grabbed Lillian tightly against him, relishing the humor, the lightness that was gently enveloping them.

Then just as quickly, he pulled himself away from her and looked down at her belly. 

“Loki, what are you doing?” Lillian was confused.

“I can hear him.”

“How can you hear him? He’s only a couple of months old. He’s too tiny,” she continued laughing.

Loki furrowed his brow, “he’s four months old, Lilly. I think I got you pregnant the first time we had sex. It’s crazy, but it’s true. He’s growing big in there now.” Loki gestured to Lillian’s belly.  

Lilly blushed deep crimson as he continued, “when I saw him with the healers, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He’s extraordinary. I know it.”

Loki’s hands traveled instinctively to her belly, causing her to smile and place her hands on top of his. 

“Loki, what if he is blue? I am being serious this time. All of Asgard will know about you. What are we going to do?”

“He will be perfect. I don’t care about Asgard finding out. They would have found out at some point, baring my dad intended to tell me who I truly was….”

There were, of course, far more serious things besides the baby potentially being blue. The fact that they were called frost giants was not lost on Lillian, and she deeply worried that her body would not be able to carry the baby. The same fear that had been in Frigga’s mind, Lillian shared with her.

This moment with Loki brought Lillian into her body for the first time since finding out she was pregnant. With Loki’s hands gently touching her belly, she could feel what Loki was talking about; it wasn’t words but emotions. This baby was like his dad; he was already a ball of emotions. 

“Can you feel that too, Lilly?”

“I think I can,” she said as she quietly turned inward.

Loki was in tears, vacillating between laughter and sobs, “I know this is bonkers, Lilly. None of it makes sense. Suddenly you’re dating a frost giant, and now you’re pregnant with his baby in a strange realm you didn’t know existed until a couple of years ago…I am now suddenly also estranged royalty on another planet. I have an estranged father I’ve never met…and the family I do have are fucking assholes.”

Lillian stopped him. 

“We are dating?” 

“Aren’t we?” 

Loki continued, “don’t you think we should be married?” 

Lillian practically choked on the air between them.

“We need to slow down. I can’t keep all this straight long enough to process anything except that you look so beautiful right now, Loki. You sticking around, facing this mess, and being here, is the hottest thing in all the nine realms.” 

“You don’t say?” Loki’s hands now traveled up from her belly to hoist off her gown. 

“Aren’t we in an infirmary?” Lillian wondered aloud, helping him slightly by gently wriggling. 

“We are.”

“Shouldn’t we go to your room at least?”

“No.”

With that, Loki took off his shirt and pants, gently pushing them aside with a shove from his large foot. He stood quietly, letting Lillian admire him, as he had done so many times in her presence. He knew his body inside out and had shared it beautifully with his lovers, but the generosity and willingness to be seen fully were all because of Lillian.

There was a beautiful reversal in their connection. Loki, generally the vainer of the two, might appear to be reveling in his appearance, but it was more of an offering. There was something holy about it. Instead of being in charge, he let her gaze control the eventual meeting of their bodies.

This energy is what must have gotten her pregnant the first day they met, that and his phony green spell, but that was going to be a discussion for another day. It was time to feel one another and heal the heartache they had both endured since they were last together.

She laid on her back, letting him see her now, but not for long. It was just a glimpse at her wetness. She quickly grabbed him and held his naked body to her. He obliged, kissing and sucking her neck upon impact.

“I missed you, Loki; you were gone for a while.”

“Then I netted you while you were catching some night air…” he laughed into her hair.

He moved gently on top of her, a little too gently, perhaps worried about the baby, so she grabbed his gorgeous ass and landed him almost perfectly inside her. A slight adjustment and he was there entirely. He closed his eyes, feeling every sensation, but scared to move. He was lost in wonder.

“Loki, are you fucking me or taking a nap?”

“Oh, I am going to fuck you, Lilly. I just cannot believe how different this feels.”

“My pussy is not different now that I am pregnant; apparently, you’ve been fucking a pregnant woman for months! It’s the same pussy Loki.”

Catching his breath, he seemed to agree silently, he did know it was the same pussy technically, but it did feel different; truth be told, he was afraid he might not last too long either.

So, considering everything, he decided to give Lilly what he had. His familiar rhythm pulsed through his body to hers. This caused Lilly to scream, that familiar sound that gave her away under the net in the woods.

“You better move faster, Loki. I need all of you right now,” Lillian cried.

On cue, Loki picked up the pace even if it meant a short but eventual fuck, slamming her body again and again; he placed his face in the crook of her neck, exhaling one last time, then looking into her wide-eyed, pressing her hair back with his massive hands as he kissed her forehead.

She looked into his eyes again; they were almost the same shade as the ceiling. Had Frigga painted the palace ceilings after her son’s incredible ocean eyes? Her orgasm rippled through her while Loki’s chased quickly behind. He had given her everything.

He pulled out slowly, with his breath hitching. It was never a good feeling to leave her body. In the sweetness of this moment, Loki considered that his true home was possibly not Asgard and not Jötunnheim, but deep inside her. He looked over at her and smiled without sharing that thought, which still felt too tender and new. She didn’t ask what he was smiling about either.

They let the night take them to sleep; tomorrow, they would face the inevitable chaos that was waiting for them. On to Chapter 7

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Perfect

Doctor x Reader (Platonic!Jack x Reader)

Prompt: When on an adventure with the Doctor and Jack the reader is attacked by an alien called a Psyfon, a race with psychic abilities who feed off of emotions. The reader gets stuck in their perfect dream realm and the Doctor has to save them before they die in there.

Warnings: Dead family members.

A/N: Pretty much any Doctor can be used, but I mostly thought of 10 and 11 while writing it. The aliens were inspired by the Djinn from Supernatural. I was also inspired by Doctor Who: The Infinite Quest a little bit so if you’re a fan of the main series you should totally check that out. Also please let me know if I made an error in pronouns. I tried to make the reader gender neutral so everyone could relate. 

You had been traveling with the Doctor for a while now and had run into Jack not long after you met him. When you first met Jack, an old friend of the Doctor’s, you didn’t believe him when he said he had known the Doctor for over a century. Judging by his earthly appearance and his age there was no way this could be true, but after watching him die you quickly learned of his immortality. 

You met the Doctor when he saved you from the Cybermen. Sadly he couldn’t save your family from such a terrible fate, but he got you out just in time. Ever since then they had been your biggest fear. Jack and the Doctor had lived for so long they both knew what it was like to lose the people they cared for most...nobody knew better than the Doctor. They helped you get through the pain that came after such a big loss. The Doctor would often hear crying coming from your room during your early nights on the TARDIS when he sat up late in the console room and he would be at your side in seconds to comfort you. He was always there for you no matter what. You wouldn’t have gotten to this point without him. By now the nightmares had gone away, mostly, and the scars had stopped bleeding, but they were still there. They would always be there. This history was a part of you forever, your history, and you were just lucky enough to have the Doctor in it. If you’re being completely honest with yourself you had grown a little bit of a crush on the Doctor. I mean who wouldn’t? He’s the Doctor. You loved him, but you would never tell him. You were happy living with his ignorance. Life was better in the bliss of your friendship. 

It had been just a normal adventure with your two best friends, Jack and the Doctor, but then again nothing was ever really normal with them. You were separated from your boys as your ran down a long dark corridor. Your shoes slapped against the cold, hard pavement as you rounded the corner. When you looked behind you there seemed to be nothing chasing you anymore. You stopped to catch your breath. 

The three of you had been investigating a series of psychic attacks that were leaving people brain dead and full of a strange blue goo. You weren’t sure what kind of alien could do such a thing, but you knew you had to find out. 

“(Y/N)?!” I hear Jack yell in a hushed tone. His voice echos throughout the empty building. You turn to look for him when you start to hear ringing in your ears and a giant pounding in your head. You feel your eyes close as your body hits the ground. 

THIRD PERSON POV

Jack stood next to (Y/N)’s body with his gun aimed at the monster while the Doctor crouched down to check their pulse. 

“You better hope they’re still alive!” Jack said as he shoved his big gun in the monster’s face. Usually the Doctor would object to pointing guns at people, but he was so worried about (Y/N) he didn’t have time to care about Jack’s manners. 

“What did you do to them?!” The Doctor asks standing up to look at the alien. They were from a species called Psyfons, a group of aliens who feed off the emotions of other people. 

“Don’t worry, they’re only sleeping,” the alien slurred. 

“For now,” they added. Jack hit the alien with the butt of his gun and knocked them out. The Doctor gave him a disapproving look.

“You should be happy. Knocking them out was the least I could do” Jack joked. The Doctor rolled his eyes and dropped down to (Y/N)‘s body again. Jack joined him this time. They were sweating. He placed his hand over their forehead.

“They’re burning up” Jack stated the obvious. 

“Yes, I know I-I I have to do-do this thing-“ The Doctor starts stuttering. 

“Then do it!” Jack cuts him. 

“But I can’t! I swore I’d never do it again! Not since-“ He started to get a little choked up.

“Since what?!” Jack questioned. 

“Not since Donna” The Doctor finished sadly. Jack put a hand on the Doctor’s shoulder. 

“It’s the only way to save them” Jack told him.

“It was the only way to save her too” The Doctor says sadly.

“Maybe it’ll be different this time” Jack suggests.

“We don’t know that” The Doctor says coldly as he puts his hands to (Y/N)’s head and enter’s their mind. 

(Y/N)’S POV

You wake up laying in the grass in front of your old house. You hear the sound of birds and the sun is just a little too bright for comfort, but it’s home. You take a deep breath of the fresh air. You smile, but you’re confused. You look over to see the Doctor standing in the TARDIS door. Jack is nowhere to be seen. 

“Where’s Jack?” You ask. 

“Oh, popped off to see his friends at Torchwood, I suppose” The Doctor tells you. You nod as you look back to your house. 

“And we’re home because...” You wonder.

“The Psyfon knocked you out. I figured this would be a nice, safe place to rest for a while” He reminds you. 

“And I couldn’t just rest in the TARDIS?” You ask.

“I thought this would be a nice surprise” He says. 

“What year is it?” You ask. You doubt he would be able to bring you to a time period where your family is alive, but it never hurts to ask. 

“2021” He answers.

“So they’re not here” you say sadly.

“Who’s not here?” He asks.

“My family” You say becoming more sad, but more confused by the second. How could he just forget like that? You know he’s lived for a long time, but surely he wouldn’t forget something this important to you. Would he? He gives you a confused look.

“Doctor, my family is d-“ You’re cut off by the sound of a door opening. 

“You didn’t tell us you were coming!” You hear a voice say. You stop dead in your tracks and you go white. It can’t be. 

“Mom?” You say as you turn around to see her. You run to her and engulf her in a giant hug. 

“Woah, what’s that for?” Your mother asks delighted, as you practically knock her down. 

“I just missed you. That’s all” You say as you try to hold back your tears. 

“Where is everybody?” You ask, as it suddenly dawns on you that your family is alive. 

“Your father went to go pick up your brother and sister from school” She informs you. The Doctor comes up behind you and takes your hand. He squeezes it, giving you a big smile. He is an impossible man, but you never knew he could do something like this for you. 

“Why don’t you two come in? It’s almost time for tea” Your mother invites you in. You gladly accept, of course. You watch your mother go into the kitchen as you pull the Doctor aside into the living room and hug him tightly. 

“Thank you” You tell him. That’s when you start to let go of a few tears. 

“I figured it was time to go home” He says happily. The hug lingers a little longer than usual. He just holds you. Then he places a quick kiss to your cheek, just missing your lips. Your face goes red. This is completely out of character for your relationship with the Doctor. Sure you had always wanted to be something more, but he didn’t need to know that. You didn’t want your relationship with him to change. You figure it’s best to just dance around the subject. You pull away and clear your throat. 

“So, um...how did you do it?” You ask.

“Do what?” He asks looking lovingly into your eyes. 

“Bring my family back?” You ask with a slight chuckle.

“I didn’t” He says simply. That’s when your head begins to ring again. 

“Let me in, (Y/N). That’s it.” You hear the Doctor’s voice, but his lips aren’t moving. Suddenly there is a light and the Doctor shifts uncomfortably. He cracks his neck and stretches out his arms. 

“Good thing there was a body here for me to jump into or else that could have been disastrous” He comments. You give him a confused look. 

“Oh, yes! I’m sorry (Y/N), but none of this is real” He says plainly. 

“What?” You ask. This all certainly looks and feels real. The sound of a kettle whistle comes from the kitchen. The Doctor sniffs the air. 

“Is that tea?” He asks. 

“Tea’s ready!” Your mom calls from the kitchen. 

“Doctor, you need to tell me what’s going on right now” You demand. He looks into the kitchen and makes a face.

“The Psyfon. It put you in a dream state so it could feed off your energy and emotions. You’re dying in the real world. Turning to goo” He held out the last word as he made a face of disgust and interest. He gave you a sad look as he started to put the pieces together, of where you were and who you were with. You started to feel your legs give out from underneath you. The Doctor guided you to a chair. 

“I want to stay” You say numbly. 

“(Y/N), none of this is real” He starts.

“I don’t care. I want to stay” You repeat. 

“You’ll die in here” He begins. 

“Time works differently in dreams. I could easily spend my whole life here-“ You try to rationalize it.

“You’ll never see me again” The Doctor tries. 

“There’s a version of you here-“ You try, but are cut off again. He crouches down to your level and takes hold of your hands. 

“(Y/N), none of this is real. It will never be real. Your pain balances out your beauty. There wouldn’t be one without the other and that’s what makes you human and you are SO human. This is all in your head. You will be alone in here forever. Please just come home with me. There are people there who will miss you. Come back with me, back to the TARDIS, please!” He results to begging as a last ditch effort. 

“How can I go back when everything is so perfect here? I’m perfect here. I’m not a mess. I can just be me” You start to cry. 

“You’re always perfect to me and that little bit of mess makes you human. It doesn’t lessen your beauty or your creativity or your kindness. It just adds to who you are as a person” He says, wiping away a tear.

“Please. Come home with me” He begs. You nod in response as he gives your hands a squeeze. He gives you a sad smile. You stand together and you hear the doorbell ring. 

“That must be your father. He forgot his keys again” Your mother laughs as she walks to the door. The door opens and the Doctor pushes himself in front of your as three Cybermen crash through the door. 

“DELETE” One yells, as it kills your mother. 

“NO” You scream, as the Doctor tries to keep you from running towards her.

“She isn’t real! Come on!” He yells over the sound of pounding Cybermen feet as he pulls you out the back way to the garden.

“Where’s the TARDIS?” He asks. 

“It’s on the other side of the house!” You say as you pull him around the building. You lay your eyes on the beautiful blue box as the Doctor shoves his key inside. 

“YOU WILL BE UPGRADED” The Cybermen shout. Once unlocked, you push your way through the doors to find a hollow Police Box. 

“Why is this happening?!” You cry. The Doctor places his hands on your shoulders. 

“The dream is turning into a nightmare to try to keep you here. (Y/N), come on. You have to think. What’s keeping you here?” He asks.

“My family is dead!” You cry.

“Yes, something else” He tries to think. You look at his thinking face. His beautiful thinking face and it strikes you. 

“I’m in love with you” You blurt out.

“What?!” He looks back at you with a confused look. 

“The version of you here. I think he felt the same way” You give him an embarrassed look. He lets go of a big breath. 

“Well...” He starts as he tilts his head. 

“I suppose if admitting the way I feel gets us out of here then the real me doesn’t feel very different” He finishes quickly. 

“Wait, what?!” You respond. He gives you his classic Doctor smile before the Cybermen fade. Everything fades. The world goes black. 

You wake up crying with a pounding headache in your bed in the TARDIS. The Doctor rushes in just like old times. 

“It’s okay. I’m here” The Doctor tells you as he sits on your bed and wraps his arms around you. 

“I just had the most insane dream” You start to tell him. 

“Well...” His voice fades. 

“Doctor, was that real?” You ask him. He pulls back to look at you. 

“In a sense, yes” He goes on to explain the effects the Psyfon had on you and how he went into your mind to save you. He explains how you were unconscious when you came out of the dream state and that he brought you back to your room on the TARDIS to rest.

“Where’s Jack?” You ask.

“He’s bringing the Psyfon to the Shadow Proclamation for me where they will be tried for their psychological attacks. They won’t hurt anyone anymore” He promises. After you’ve calmed down somewhat he gets up to leave the room. 

“You should get some rest” He says opening the door. 

“Wait! Doctor, do you think maybe you could stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?” You ask. 

“Of course” He responds as he awkwardly climbs into your bed and wraps his arms around you. You almost forget about your confessions until he kisses you on the cheek. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N)” He says sweetly.

“Goodnight, Doctor” You say as you drift off to sleep to the sound of his dual heartbeats. 

[lordgrimoire]

“Wish I was Bruce, but this is bad, if we don’t treat your son’s core corruption, well, Ghost Cores are essentially one’s Immortal Soul Bruce, and the corruption could destroy it if left to long.” Jack took out a blocky, robust looking phone from his pocket, fingers flying across the numbers as Maddie gently grabbed his arm and pulled him over to a chair.

“What’s your son’s name? And don’t try pulling any of that Batman nonsense on us, we already had two people with secret identities we had to figure out and I think this is the time to bulldoze over yours, sorry.” Bruce felt panicked, his heart was thundering in his chest, but then he remembered.

“Twice?” Maddie smiled.

“Our Youngest two, they’re, well, Jack and I made a mistake and then Vlad, you remember him right?” Bruce did remember Vlad Masters, awkward, and falling just as hard and fast as Jack was for Maddie. “He cloned Danny, that’s how we got Ellie, eventually, we were quite wrong on a myriad of things, but long story short we found out Danny and Ellie were two of the ghosts we had hunted after the portal opened, and it took us an embarrassingly long time to figure it out. So no pulling any of that mysterious Bull on me Bruce!” Bruce laughed, a bit hysterically I’d he was honest, and Maddie’s grip on him tightened slightly as he pulled himself together.

“Alright, I should, I should call a family meeting.” Maddie nodded at that, Jack was having a rapid fire conversation on his phone as he hovered near them, checking over Bruce as the facade that separated Bruce Wayne and Batman fell and a far more accurate person filled those shoes, a Father now realizing how badly things could go. “Can you call Alfred?” Maddie nodded to him as Jack hung up his phone and sat back down beside Bruce, one of his massive hands falling onto his shoulder as Maddie went to get Alfred.

Bruce was still stunned how easily they had apparently seen through him, the fact that their two youngest had been heroes at one point made him think of the ways that they would have been tipped off. Then Jack began to speak.

“Alright, so you say one of your boys has been affected by the corrupted ectoplasm, is it Jason? I’d heard that…” Bruce nodded and Jack took a long breath, giving Bruce time as he began speaking again. “I’m now expert, but when do you think he was taken from his grave?” Bruce scratched his scalp, rubbing his fingers through his hair as Alfred and Maddie entered.

“I’ve called everyone Master Bruce, are you alright?” Bruce shook his head slightly, he’d recovered but it was like having one’s greatest fears put on display.

“I’m getting there, Jason was resurrected before he was placed into the pit, he was, absent though, brain dead practically from what I’ve heard.” Jack nodded.

“Sounds like he came back a revenant, a spirit of Vengence, usually they’re able to control themselves but Corrupted Ectoplasm could cut all sanity from them, Joker may be sane and plead the opposite, but this sort of thing may genuinely been a massive emotionally powered berserk state. Have any of your other children been resurrected by these, pits?” Bruce thought of lying, and decided to meet them halfway.

“I’ll tell you when everyone’s here, I don’t want to expose anyone else if a core doctor is unneeded.” Jack nodded. “What’s a Core Doctor?” Alfred, who had been listening asked.

“We have souls,” Jack began, pulling out a note pad and sketching a rough outline of a person. “We all have souls, many animals can’t become ghosts, not enough intelligence or emotional sophistication, I think, the reasons can vary, but in short when you die you’re soul goes to an afterlife to which you belong, or the In Between of the Infinite Realms. I’m on a tangent,” Jack shook his head. “We have souls, when we die those souls coalesce in the Infinite Realms, or Ghost Zone as some call it now a days, and make Ghosts, everyone whose died, especially here or in Amity given the high ectoplasm, has become a Ghost with very low levels of non ghost manifestation possibilities. The Core of your soul is the new housing of, you, essentially, and the ambient ectoplasm around it is used to make a new body, clothes, tools, etc. for the new Ghost. If that Core is damaged or becomes infected well, the soul takes an equal hit, the more it’s damaged the worse the infection gets, Ellie was very sick, her core wasn’t stable due to her being a clone, Frostbite, he’s an inhabitant of the Zone, not dead but VERY ecto contaminated, he’d probably get sick if he came out here, he’s a doctor, has cures for everything from measles to the Kryptonian Core Plagues that destroyed the planet. He can probably explain it better than I can though.” Alfred blinked and sat down in his chair, set slightly off to the side of the door, pinching his chin slightly.

“Jack you forgot to tell them that Frostbite and his tribe are Yetis.” Bruce felt like he was in a room without anything protecting his eyes and ears, getting flash banged a dozen times, each new piece of info hammering him harder than the last.

“Who did you call?” Jack lit up slightly, pride and joy in his eyes as he shook his phone.

“He’s in the Infinite Realms today, working on something, but Danny should be able to get Frostbite ready for an appointment then come over with one of the Autodocs that Frostbite and some folks working at the Hospital made during a particularly bad flu season, Ghost Illness mixed with Living Illness, it sucked. But Danny should be here in about an hour give or take, maybe less if he’s got one of his friends, Wulf? Yeah Wulf, Ghost of a Werewolf one of our ancestors killed a long time ago, he’s a good guy but he’s stuck in his state, though the plus side for us is that he can make temporary rifts between the Infinite Realms and our Dimension, which will cut down on travel time and probably avoid some of the more uppity ghosts.” Bruce decided to run with relevant information from that. Danny was doing something in this Dimension of the Dead, he could grab diagnostic supplies there and without extra assistance be here in an hour, if his assistance, that being Wulf, was available he could be here in a much shorter span of time. Bruce stood.

“We should get ready, is there anything we’ll need if we go into the Infinite Realms?” Wulf may be a variable unknown but having the information on what to do would be good.

“Food,” Maddie began, “Suits able to resist radiation, Hazmat is preferable,” she plucked at her own HAZMAT suit, as high tech as it looked Bruce could still see the upper hood and eye protection hanging onto her back, “and maybe a weapon or two, my Grandfather became a Ghost, Warden Walker is what everyone there calls him, he’s essentially the head of law enforcement and he’s been stuck running with an outdated book he can’t modify due to one of its rules being no new or modified rules, one of them that has been recently modified is “no UNNECESSARY items from the Living Realm” which means everything else should be good, as long as you believe in your soul that every piece is necessary. Hopefully you won’t have to deal with him but if you do let myself or Danny talk to him, he is technically in charge of dealing with Corrupted Ectoplasm until we find out where the ghosts that ran the waste treatment facilities in the realm went, and they’ve been gone since the Trojan war.” Bruce cringed at that last bit slightly but nodded along, the dead still knew the living, still cared as they had, probably best for everyone that Maddie and Danny speak with they’re ancestor.

The sound of running the door to the garage opening was faintly heard, and Bruce could swear he heard one of the Batcave entrances opening and closing as Alfred stood to go collect his grandchildren charges and bring them up to speed.

(I’ll probs not continue this for a while, currently using mobile)

Short DPXDC Prompts #652

Bruce met up with his old college colleagues, Jack and Maddie Fenton. Little did he know that they had changed. They smile a bit too wide and with far too many teeth. their movements are far too fluid, its almost hypnotic how seamlessly they move. The couples eyes gleam with madness and love for each other. They are no longer human, that Bruce is certain of, but they are still the brilliant people he was friends with all those years ago.

[al-hekima-madara-blog]

Madara the Ghost of the Uchiha

I've been watching some videos lately about morticians who have witnessed supernatural events during their work time. An other one was a medium talking about what she saw. A third one was a documentary in Japan about ghosts apparitions after the tsunami of 2013. All those three documentaries where from different platform in 3 languages (english, french, japanese) with people having different sensibility, the mortician was the more scientific, the medium is more in touch with the spiritual realm, and the japaneses were just regular people who happens to have seen ghosts.

Whatever if we believe them or not. What i find intriguing is there are common points in those records. What they call ghosts are always people who suffered and died in traumatic way and for some reason can't or won't leave this world. They are stuck in this in-between dimension and stay haunting the livings, doing exactly what they were doing in their lifetime, with the same dated clothes, same speech. ex : you can see a ghost just reading in a library, walking every night the same path in a park, speaking in an dated english language ect...

the medium said she can see people from far distant past like people from middle age killed in a castle, the mortician has been sent in Haiti after the 2010 earthquake and saw those dead still around the place they've been killed just few days ago. And for the 2013 tsunami in japan, ghosts revealed themselves few month after the tsunami, taxi drivers were visit by those phantom customers who wanted to go home. Those ghosts just didn't realise they were dead and where still looking for a way to come back home.

They should not be there, but somehow they're still there...

Do you see now the symbolism with Madara's story? And it's funny that he gave himself this title as if he was aware of his own situation. (I'm almost a believer that Madara breaks the 4th wall, since destroying stuffs is what excite him the most)

He was killed in a traumatic way by Hashirama. Stabbed in the back by his best friend. He used Izanagi to come back but never came back to his "real" life. He never tried to be in contact anymore neither with Hashirama or the Uchiha clan (at least as far as we know). He stayed in this in-between cave dimension for a very long time roughly 50 years. Occasionally he is seen by people who are also close to death like Obito when he had been found under this rock.

And the most important similarity with ghost, there is something he absolutely needed to achieve on Earth even if he already used and abused his own lifespan. And that's why it was so important for him to resurrect. Like those ghost who want to go home and didn't realise there are already dead. And symbolically Madara is "irrelevant" in Naruto's era. During the war, he barely interacts with the main characters Naruto or Sasuke, and even if he did they can't understand him. And in return, they are not interested by his motives while remember how much Naruto spend time trying to understand Pain's motives. In the war, Naruto spoke mainly to Obito because he is from this timeline, not Madara. Tobirama and Hashirama told him that it's not their Era anymore, he should let it go.

But we know how stubborn he is, right? Not only he didn't let it go but he literally haunted the whole fiction, by planning his infinite Tsukuyomi since chapter 1, by using Gedo statue to artificially extent his life, by asking Obito to cosplay him to still "live" as Madara after his second physical death, by resurrecting a third and last time. Bro really doesn't want to rest !😭 Only an Alien woman more deranged than him was able to put an end to his infinite ghostly way of life.

Omg imagine if Madara was aware than Kama exists and he can be immortal? He''ll find a way to have an other "madara" there in Boruto, Zoruto, and Goyuto on and on...