#even if he has some memories of what a family was like through Danny. i dont think he sees those memories as entirely his own

[butterfly-wingss]

Torture

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Jason wakes up in Danny’s arms. He really should stop doing that. He can’t get used to this feeling, it’ll only hurt him.

Their stuck together for eternity king and knight, knight and king. Sure Danny could fire him but that would seriously hurt the both of them, not to mention the fraid connection.

Cutting off a fraid connection is extremely painful, even dangerous. Frostbite said it hurts just as much if the ghost fades or leaves.

He would hate to put Danny through that. And seeing as he was invited into Danny’s fraid it would also hurt Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and Ellie. He’d be a monster.

Danny puts up with too much shit from too many people. And the thought of hurting his fraid even unintentionally terrifies him.

“You wanna talk about last night.” Icy hands rub circles on Jason’s back pressing down on him when he tries to get up.

No getting out of this one. “My stupid brother broke in so what.”

“I thought you were getting on with your family now.”

“He said I was unreachable for three days. How long have you been here?” If Jason is one thing he’s stubborn. And if he’s a second thing he’s a world class deflector.

“I got here about two hours after you called, took my awhile to get to my phone and then to the realms and the far frozen and everything. I’m sorry.”

Like two hours to get from Amity to Gotham isn’t crazy on it’s own. “It’s fine. I just needed to know if I was unaccounted for.”

“You had two shots and were asleep for two days. Its working great, you’re stronger now.”

“How so.” Eye roll

“You’re starting to use ghost speak again.” Every muscle in Jason’s body tenses.

“It’s okay, you haven’t said much.”

“For once.” He mumbles into Danny’s chest.

“You wear your heart on your sleeve my knight, nothing wrong with that.”

‘My knight’ Danny says it like its something precious.

“Crime lords and knights alike die on the blade of emotion.” Jason laments.

Danny chuckles lightly. “You really do need more rest.”

For a beat of silence where he just basks in all that is Danny. Jason would never admit it but he pretends Danny is doing the same while the other man takes deep breaths, face smooshed into Jason’s hair.

Danny’s always been weird about his hair. He’s always been weird in general.

It’s hard to properly remember his time in the infinite realms. Rancid ecto from the Lazarus pits basically corrupted his core and gave him a chronic illness to boost.

In a place as cursed as Gotham not being able to filter your own ecto is a bitch and a half. It’s why Jason needs those ecto shots so bad, or he’ll be living off of the reused pit juice clogging up his core. Making him mad.

He has a few moments, being added into the fraid, curled up in the library reading with Danny, some of his knighting ceremony. Most of it is just emotions. The memories feel like ghost speak.

Reaching into the emotions of Danny, Fraid, Comfort, Belonging, Peace, home.

Putting his hand on Danny’s chest, just under his heart. Putting a hand on his core, it’s like deja vu. Jason is sure this is how he learnt ghost speak.

“Mmh. I feel you, but what are you saying.” Danny holds Jason closer, he didn’t think that was possible.

Jason focuses harder on his feelings Danny, Fraid, Comfort, Peace, Danny, Fraid, Comfort, Peace, Danny, Fraid, Comfort, Peace. But they all had an underlying thread. Jason didn’t know how to change it, to cut out the noise. It was

“Home. You feel like home.” Danny chuckles lightly “Phoenix of the hearth, of course you feel like home.”

Fond, Care, Gentle thrums from Danny and through to him, it resonates in his bones.

Then softly, ever so softly, almost hidden under the cool winter wind of Danny’s feeling he adds, “my darling phoenix.”

Like a secret, like something he wasn’t supposed to hear, like it slipped through his lips in a sleep induced haze.

Jason needs to stop torturing himself like this.

[sguidwards-bestfriend]

Young Old Things

I like the thought of a deaged Dan causing a misunderstanding between Danny, Vlad, and the batfam.

TW: sexual assault hinted at

....

Danny, Dan, and Ellie go to see Jazz in Gotham. They've been waiting to "visit" her for weeks since she moved out. Only waiting for her to get a big enough place for all of them. Danny already said he'd share a room with Ellie and Dan, especially now that they found out if she is her true age she'll start to stabilize more permanently with Danny's ecto. Plus, having Dan be the same size helps, or so she says (he might be desperate for a new family and Ellie is trying to help, Danny and Jazz never bring it up in front of him).

The Fenton parents don't know about Danny being Phantom, instead believing that some big ghostly event caused Danny to have a ghost daughter.

And that he tried to clone himself mixed with a ghost to use that body to stabilize her. They may be proud of their scientist son, they are not proud that he won't let them experiment on his ghostly "creations".

Of course they are entirely wrong:

Ellie is one of Vlads' attempts to clone him, the only one that survived.

And Dan is an amalgamation of Danny and Vlad from an alternate timeline. He doesn't know why he's keeping that from his parents. He owes nothing to that scumbag, but Jazz says many victims try to keep their abusers safe from facing consequences. Before Dan was deaged, and much before he met the Fenton parents, he'd pointed out that he'd be scared who his parents would have chosen to believe too.

Jazz gets a full ride scholarship with Gotham U, the Wayne's new massive donation to the psychology department, as well as her well written letter about being the head of her home, helped immensely.

She felt bad using a slightly blurred version of their story to get a good scholarship, but Danny pushed her to go for it.

Hence her, Danny and his 3 year old "twins" were at a gala for the university.

It was being held in the museum after closing hours. The invitation she got had specified that her brother was invited, each with a plus one.

They couldn't exactly get a babysitter for two super-powered toddlers in the city known for hating metas. Besides it wasn't like they had time to get dates anyway.

The night started out fine. There were scholarship students, student council members, some Gotham U staff, and a few rich folk mingling and eating tiny foods that both Ellie and Dan adored.

Ellie fell asleep in Danny's arms almost the second she'd finished eating, and Dan was overly protective of the both of them as always. Of course the dense crowd and constant noise wasn't helping calm him down.

A Wayne, he wasn't sure which one exactly, had brought Danny a plate of food and sat with him as he tried to distract Dan. At first Dan didn't care for him at all, but he mentioned reading about the constellation on Dan's shirt and he loosened up. He never let go of Danny's pant leg though.

The night turned sour when all three's ghost sense went off. There was no immediate threat, but even the Wayne kid noticed them tense and turned to the hallway.

Dan was the first to spot him. "Vad."

"Bad?" The man mimicked.

"He has trouble with his Ls."

"No! I can say Ellie." Dan huffed, poking the side of her sparkly green shoe.

"Vlad, the guy that walked in." Danny said, decidedly looking down into his daughter's sleeping face, squished into his shirt and drooling.

"Vladimir Masters?"

He nodded, before he could continue however Dan spoke up.

"He is bad. He's the reason I was born. And Ellie too." Dan put himself in front of Danny, his little legs going over Danny's feet like a guard dog.

He could see the Wayne's hands tighten into fists, he tapped the inside of his wrist a bit and watched as he squirmed in his seat.

"Hey, Tim." Another dark haired light eyed Wayne and a girl came up to them. "Who's this?"

"Danny, these are my sibilings. Dick and Cass. Guys, this is Danny."

"Hi, nice to meet you Danny. I'd shake your hand but it looks busy." He gestured towards Ellie. As his hand swept nearer, Dan tried to swipe it away. "Oh, and who's this."

"I'm Dan. You can't touch Mommy." His little face contorted into his best toddler attempt at scaring them off.

"I would never do that. No one here would." Dick said as he crouched down to be eye level with his son.

"He would." Dan pointed at Vlad, all three turned to look at the man. Before anyone else noticed, specifically Vlad himself, Danny pushed his arm down.

"Don't point, it's rude."

"He's a rude butt." Danny laughed softly and Dan continued. "It doesn't mater that I'm half of him, I'll never be evil like him." He yawned and laid his face on Danny's leg.

"I think that's enough signs that we should head home. Thank you for talking with me, Tim."

"No problem, it was m-"

Dan grabbed around Danny's legs and whined "I don't wanna gooOOOooo. I want more of the tiny hot dogs."

Danny looked up to see Vlad infront of the food table. The Wayne sibilings followed his gaze "I'm sorry buddy, but-"

Tim stood up, "I'll get you guys a whole mountain of the tiny hot dogs. Why don't you guys wait for me at the door." Ever so softly he heard Tim whisper, "Go with them." To his brother.

"Where are your things? I'll help you get ready." Dick looked around like he didn't know where the coat closet was. He'd probably been to events like this hundreds of times, but Danny appreciated the sentiment.

"Their stroller is at the entrance, I have to get my sister though."

The girl who hadn't said a word hummed and went off, "Cass can find her, I'll help you and we can meet at the entrance."

"Alright, thank you."

It wasn't until they had both kids in the stroller with their coats on and Dan had a bottle of milk (with a lot of ectoplasm in it) that Danny realized he'd never mentioned who his sister was.

Dick waved towrds the end of the hall and saw his sister and the two Waynes he'd met walking with Brucie Wayne himself.

Jazz looked down and pat Cass' hand. "Thank you for getting me."

"Danger." Her voice was soft, but she didn't seem shy like he had expected.

"All four of you seemed to get along well with my kids. Would you like to come by for dinner next week?" Brucie asked as he looked between the four of them.

"I'd love to!" Jazz said enthusiastically. "Would Tuesday ight work?"

Danny could see the gears start to speed up in her head and he huffed a little. "Jazz, I need to get them in bed."

"Right, of course. Thank you again, for everything."

"Tuesday night works perfectly," Brucie Wayne said with a massive smile on his face, "we'll send someone to pick you up. Have a good night."

With that they walked down the ramp and down a few blocks to their two bed room apartment.

"Jazz," She looked over to Danny, "I think they know more than they are letting on."

She lent over the stroller a bit to check if the kids were asleep, before adding, "I agree, I think there is something up with them, but I don't think they're bad."

"Dan was okay with them mostly, and Ellie was fast asleep even with then around."

"I guess we'll just have to find out, then. Besides, it would be good for you to make friends your age and not at the car shop."

"Yeah, alright."

[evilminji]

Okay but? We of the DPxDC? Are COMPLETELY Sleeping on DPXBNHA?

And not even for the Main Plot Shenanigans!

Just?? It has ALL of DC's super powers? But MORE OF THEM. And like 80% of the population has um! Danny can?? Finally achieve his DREAM of being???

JUST SOME DUDE™!

Yeah, he's in Japan. That's a bit of a learning curve. And YEAH, there was a cataclysmic war like a few centuries back that sorta... fucked everybody up. No one wants to talk about it. There may be mass graves and Never Forget memorials. But?

On the SURFACE!

This place seems utopian!

No ghost hunters! Advanced technology! Robust social services*!

Wait... what was that asterisk? What do you mean "corrupt shadowy government organizations"? What do you MEAN "Immortal Supervillians"? NO SPACE PROGRAM!?!? AaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH?!?!? I'M IN HELL!!! This is ACTUALLY THE BAD PLACE, THIS IS HELL, OH GOD NOOOOOOO-!!!!!!

Cause see?

There are SO MANY REASONS he'd end up there?

Think about it! Wish that he lived somewhere his weird biology wouldn't exclude him from becoming an astronaut? In Quirks having Bnha Japan EVERYBODY has weird biology! Y'ain't special! You could TOTALLY be an astronaut!..... if we HAD those! We do not. Shut down that program during the Quirk Wars and never really started it again. (And somewhere, Desiree LAUGHS)

Or MAYBE? Things are getting a little hot on the ground? Bit TOO spicy. The Family Fenton and Friends have fallen back, behind the barely holding shields. Not even the Mansons considerable political maneuvering could stop the inevitably of human fear and blind unthinking hatred. Money can't buy everything, in the end. There is only ONE(1) way out.

Through the Zone.

Plan: Strangers In A Strange World is a go.

They're all Limnal enough to fake it. Sam with her plants. Tucker with his technology and persuasion. Jazz with her limited empathy. Their parents with their... well, weirdness. And with a touch of ghostly assisted meddling? Well, they've always BEEN there! Haven't they?

And that's not to MENTION the random 4 year olds with no control! JUST coming into their powers! With all those big emotions in tiny bodies? Startling events and tantrums? Villian attacks? What could THEY possibly hope to do to control or guide that fresh new power? It does what it does and the rest of us are just along for the ride!

If Danny happens to be minding his business and gets accidentally kidnapped by a VERY distraught 4 year old? Well, that's hardly the KIDS fault, now is it? They're FOUR! That is basically a toddler! Tiny child! They are upset, confused, and didn't mean to do ANYTHING. He's a hero. And Heros don't blame little kids from accidents, no matter HOW stressed it makes them.

No, the curse like a sailor INSIDE their head. Like an ADULT.

Just? Imagine~☆

The slow transition from *starry eyed shoujo sparkles* "This is SO COOL~!" to "huh, that's... kinda weird. And Sus. Weird Sus. Maybe nothing... oh! A distraction!" To "okay, this KEEPS happening, that was shady. You all saw that right? You realize that's not NORMAL, right? That that's fucked up? Not cool?" To "oh god, oh God, OH GOD! I'm in HELL! This is actually HELL! I'm trapped in HELL!!! WHAT THE FUC-"

Like? This kid LOVES space. LOVES the stars. And this is one of the few Superhero Cannon that SPECIFICALLY MENTIONS that IN CANNON? Thanks to Quirks? As in Superpowers? That VERY THING got fuckin SCRAPPED. Gutted. Consigned to be a relic of the past so they could all focus on punching each other Real Good.

He would weep BLOOD. Chew the WALLS. The LEVEL of unhinged this child would unleash? Not as Danny Phantom... but as DANNY J. FENTON? Beautiful. Vaguely psychotic. Definitely doing the Fenton Name proud. God, the NOISE HE WOULD MAKE would be inhuman and yet somehow? Come entirely from his human half.

They👏 Would👏 Hear👏 BOSS👏 MUSIC👏

I don't even know if he'd CARE about the main characters. They'd be tangential at best. The man would be in a one man war with I-Island over their lack of space program and hoarding of scientific progress. Probably living out of an abandoned building or forgotten subway station. Just? The MOST bedraggled, feral genius to ever haunt Japan.

As opposed to the REFINED feral genius. Who is Nedzu.

I bet Danny stands outside his school at one AM waving his scientific papers at a camera and YELLS. Like a deranged lunatic. Mismatched slippers and a "haven't slept in a week" crazed glint in his eyes.

He's Nedzu's new best friend. They GET each other.

And, yes, Nedzu COULD let him in... but it's faster to just let him yell and read the papers through the camera. Who CARES if they both seem insane! Let's shout about advanced physics and engineering at 1 am! Over the speakers!!! Oh? You need to physically SHOW me the notes? Well I COULD unlock the gates... OR just wait for you to finish scrambling up the walls like a feral Racoon, to then throw yourself OVER them.

Either, Or.

I'm just SAYING! We are SLEEPING on this! There is so, SO much fun to be had! Danny breaks rules and minds! His outrage over injustice and the complete lack of SPACE! His protection instincts going BUCK FUCKIN WILD. The INDESCRIBABLE hate boner he would have for Mr. "Lemme just rip parts of your soul out so I can collect your powers like pokemon cards" AfO.

There? Is SO MUCH, guys. SO MUCH!

@hdgnj @the-witchhunter @babbling-babull @hypewinter @nerdpoe @lolottes @dcxdpdabbles @mutable-manifestation

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Pt 5 of the Danny is a clone/reincarnation in DC au. Tw: discussions of sa and child sa

[Part 4 here]

Danny is not sure how he got talked into this. Sure, he's been steadily getting better at "normal" interactions over the last 2 and a half years, and he's met or is family with everyone here, but it's still a lot. It's Dick, Wally, Kori, Raven, Jon, Damian, Kon, Bernard, Tim, Jason, Roy, and him all camped out in the second largest family room for a sleepover. Sort of. As overwhelmed as he feels, it's still rather fun.

They have movies playing in the background while they all play different games. At first, different groups split off to play board games or card games, but Dick decided they should play something all together. It was hard to find something that accommodated so many players, so they decided to play never have I ever.

Danny could even play honestly because everyone here knows about his "second set" of memories. So there's no questions if he puts a finger down to something he hasn't technically done from their perspective. But it does mean they hone in when he hesitates.

"Never have I ever lost my virginity." Damian said it because he knew Tim, Jason, and Dick would put their fingers down, but his eyes widen when Danny debates if he should. "Seriously?"

"I'm not sure it counts.." Danny shifts uncomfortably.

"Oh-ho! You lose it to someone Before?" Jason teases, "Who was it? A girlfriend? A boyfriend?"

"Jason.." Dick scolds while staring hard at Danny. He's clearly pieced it together. There's this look on his face that isn't sympathy, but empathy. Danny feels sick knowing his eldest brother knows exactly what he means because he's also been through something similar.

"I've actually never made it past kissing with a romantic interest." Danny can see the exact moment his very specific wording clicks. He starts trembling as a bunch of ugly emotions make themselves known.

"Shit."

"Danny-"

"I don't think it counts." Dick cuts everyone off, his sunshine smile nowhere to be seen. "No more than my assaults should be considered cheating."

The way Kori flinches leads Danny to believe that's exactly what she accused him of at some point. He knows they're exs, but didn't know the details. The guilt written all over her over this topic is reassuring, though.

"Sometimes things happen outside of our control." Dick gives a small sad smile. "Which means we can't blame ourselves. We just figure out how to live in the aftermath."

The fact Dick has been sexually assaulted seems to be news to everyone, but Wally and Kori. The anger on both of their behalves is heartwarming, but Danny just feels the need to scrub his skin raw. The images of the pedophiles pretending to be scientists flashing before his eye and their phantom touches making him feel dirty.

"I'm never going to escape what that lab did to me.."

"You already are." Kon pipes up. "Look around you, kid. Even just a year ago, you wouldn't have agreed to be part of this hangout. Sure, the scars will never go away, you'll have moments where you feel like nothing but an experiment or a tool, instead of the kind and bright person you are, but that's okay-"

"Whenever you forget. The people who care about you will just have to remind you!" Jon's bright grin has sadness mixed in it.

"Danny?" Tim shuffles closer. "Can I hug you?"

Danny doesn't verbally answer, just nods and crawls into Tim's lap. Danny curls up tightly and whispers. "I think I'm done playing for now."

"Alright.." Tim hugs him close, rubbing soothing circles on his back. A glance towards Dick reveals Wally and Kori have him sandwiched between them, giving him comfort.

"How..." Jason starts slowly, clearly still recovering from the information that his eldest and youngest brothers have both been assaulted. "How about we play Uno? We have 3 packs worth, so there should be enough."

Danny knows this won't be the last time the topic of their assaults are brought up, but it's a weird sort of painful healing to even just acknowledge it happened. It'll probably also stop them from trying to push him into relationships like they do with Damian. He can't stomach the thought of dating currently. He's happy just sticking to platonic affection for now.

[creepslayer7]

New Twin?

ok so we know Bruce got lost in the time stream right?

And Tim saved him bla bla bla...

Ok so I'm reading a fanfic rn and it's giving me an idea for a dpxdc crossover.

Its 'TWINcognito mode' by nerdpoe

Ok so I'm thinking it's not safe for Danny in his world so clockwork pulls some strings and sets everything up for Danny to be Tim's non identical twin (theyre similar enough to pass) and he just appears in wayne manor right after Bruce gets out of the time stream.

Like I'm talking he has a room that's 'been lived in for years', he has memories of them and growing up with tim, he's acting like nothings new ect.

So he's all like "dad your back!" And they're all looking between tim and his double like "tim??? NOT tim????" And they come to the conclusion that Bruce fucked with the time stream and he spawned in.

They all feel guilty that they 'forgot' him even though they never knew him. Especially Tim, he would feel so bad if there was someone that went through what he did with their parents neglect and they only had each other, but Tim doesn't remember who this is.

He could be fully aware and is pretending so he's safe OR clockwork thought this would be for the best so he altered Danny's memories so he genuinely believes he's Tim's twin.

For the second option I like the ideas that he doesn't remember anything/he doesn't have access to his ghost half (either he has to heal from something his parents did or he can't handle the full power that comes with being ghost king) and he won't unlock his memories/powers till he dies again.

Which if he genuinely believed they were his family, and then they tell him he wasn't real a few days ago, that would probably fuck with his mind.

[puppetmaster13u]

Hear Me Out

Yokai Amity. What are yokai? Japanese spirits. And not just ghosts, a majority of mythical creatures? Yokai.

So how did this happen? Well, like most things, it can be blamed on the ghost portal in the Fenton Basement. And a lot of ecto contamination. Because while they're a small city? They're also in the middle of nowhere, meaning a lot of their foods and crops, they grow themselves. And the ectoplasm? Started sinking into the ground first. Y'know, where every plant grows and then both humans and animals proceed to eat it? Made even worse when those like Overgrowth or Vortex came through? Yeaah, it'd be a miracle if they didn't get contaminated and no surprise that most don't notice their humanity slipping with time with how it's happening to everyone.

Which kind of makes the situation Danny has found himself kind of hilarious? At least to him. The trenchcoat dude seems to be having an aneurism or something similar.

"So... not a meta?" the tiny vigilante child clarified again, head tilting from where he stood at the head of his group. Honestly Danny was enjoying this from his place sprawled across the park bench Honestly Amity had spoiled him with benches designed for extra limbs.

The blonde man seemed absolutely done with everything, hands twitching as though about to cradle his head in his hands or grab something. "No," he wasn't shouting but it was close. "For fuck's sake- your all lucky not to be cursed or worse-" He turned towards Danny. "Why the fuck didn't you?"

The hainu shrugged, wings doing more of the motion than the rest of him. "They're babies-" Or at least one of them was, borderline liminal as they were. "You play along with toddlers." Honestly he saw why his old rogues found this fun, even if he'd never go as far as they did.

The entire team of vigilante children bristled, one opening their mouth to protest before trenchcoat-soul-dude glared at them all before turning back towards him.

"Though what the fuck do you need that for that you'd steal it- not that any artifact like that should be in a bloody museum and not locked away where idiots can't get to it."

He snorted, the sound more dog-like. Or really more yeti-like, what with how he was taking lessons from Frostbite which meant large chunks of time in the Far Frozen.

"Technically I don't need it, my kid does," Danny held up a finger, marveling slightly at the clouds. It was quite different compared to Amity, what with how everywhere was so ecto-infused that the sky was effected.

"And what does a hainu need with-" the trenchcoat man motioned to the cursed object, which honestly wasn't that bad. But...

"Oh no, he's not a hainu, he's furaribi." Danny honestly wasn't surprised that Jordan wouldn't turn out the same as he, de-aged or not. Not that he was memory-less or anything, cores didn't lose that easily, but he did still have the physical brain of a child.

"Adopted?"

"Nope," he hummed, going over the list of things he still had to do today before returning to Amity. Sam had asked him to get a few more flowers to test how ecto would effect them and he had to pick up some computer parts for Tuck.

"How the fuck."

"My sister's a kitsune, my other sister is a shirouneri, my mom is a shishi, my dad a baku, godfather's an itachi, my boyfriend a raiju, my girlfriend a kirin, and my other girlfriend a yosuzume," he ticked off his fingers, not seeing anything wrong with it. Not like people could get into Amity easily after the whole GIW thing.

"... what the fuck does your family tree look like, mate, because that should be bloody impossible."

Danny shrugged, giving a sharp toothed smile. Yeah, the realms didn't care about that with how malleable ecto was.

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(In case it's not clear: Hainu Danny, Furaribi Dan, Kitsune Jazz, Shirouneri Danny, Lion Dog Maddie, Baku Jack, Itachi Vlad, Raiju Tucker, Kirin Sam & Yosuzume Valerie) (Also feel free to come up with what everyone else might be) (Highly recommend yokai.com for a quick summary of each creature)

[aprocessionofthoughts]

In the Graveyard

ectoberweek24 day 1- graveyard shift fandom- dp x dc tw- none summary- Danny sees something unusual

masterlist ao3

Danny hums quietly to himself as he walks between the graves, picking up trash and wilted flowers. The moon is full tonight, and the sky isn’t too clouded which is nice, especially considering this is Gotham. He takes a bucket and rag and starts cleaning off the gravestones.

Of the two jobs he has, this was probably his favorite even though it hardly paid. But it’s peaceful, and they let him work at night. It’s also a way for Danny to spend his time since he doesn't need to sleep. He can. It was just… nightmares. He’d rather be here, earning a little bit of money then trying to sleep through memories of his time in the lab.

He’s almost done, ready to go back to his apartment and enjoy a cup of coffee and some late night t.v., but as he stands and starts heading towards the last row of gravestones he feels a shiver crawl up his spine. His breath clogs in his throat, and he feels his eyes flash.

There is something tugging at him, pulling him toward one of the graves he’s already passed. 

He follows the pull. It doesn't feel like a ghost, but there’s something there, something he can’t ignore. 

As he gets closer the pull gets stronger, and with rising fear he can see the dirt shifting on one of the graves. And like in a horror movie, a hand presses up out of the dirt.

Danny freezes for a moment, before jolting forward. He grasps the hand in his and pulls, using his intangibility to pull the person through the dirt. The boy, because the person can’t possibly be older than sixteen, collapses on the ground. Danny crouches by him, turning the boy over onto his back. The kid’s dressed in a fancy suit although it’s streaked with dirt, and Danny winces when he sees the kids fingers are bloody, fingernails torn.

He dug himself out.

Who would bury a child. Danny glances at the gravestone. According to the inscription the kid died six months ago. Danny feels the barest touches of ectoplasm, it shouldn’t be enough to turn someone liminal let alone raise someone from the dead. 

But none of that matters right now. He has to get the kid to his apartment. Danny doesn’t think he should take the kid to a hospital. They’ll ask too many questions that Danny won’t be able to answer. No. he’ll take the kid with him, treat his wounds and try to find out what happened. If the kid is liminal he might need Danny’s help with the side effects.

“Hey there, kid. I’m going to take you back to my apartment, okay? I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I promise. I’m going to help.” Danny glances at the gravestone again. He hopes that the kid can go back to his family, that they’ll accept him. But Danny won’t force it. He knows that sometimes families can’t accept when you’re different from what they want. 

But Danny can’t help but hope this kid’s, Jason according to the gravestone, family will be different. That they’ll be loving and accepting, all the things that Danny’s family wasn’t.

He picks the kid up, his eyes stare blankly up at Danny.

He’ll need some help coming back to himself. Danny will feed him some ectoplasm.

He’ll take care of him. 

Danny will make sure he’s safe, and that no one can hurt him.

[demonic0angel]

(This is kinda a Damian finds out he has a long lost brother named Danyal, or Danny as he calls himself but Damian can't accept this yet. Kinda a Danyal Ah Ghul AU)

"I'm not going to accept this," Damian declared as Danny followed him through his way.

"I'll do anything!" Danny cried. "Please accept me!"

"I'm sorry, but I just cannot," he replied. He spun around suddenly, causing Danny to take a step back. "Because you have not properly established yourself as a twin brother!"

"E-Establish myself?" Danny asked in confusion. Damian chuckled as though amused by a small child.

"Allow me to explain..." he muttered. "The symbol that signifies a twin brother's qualities:

B

M

W

"BMW?" Danny questioned, hearing the roar of a car engine in the distance.

"Yes," Damian replied. "First: 'Blood'! As in blood relation! A brother must be related by blood. A step-brother or 'someone like a brother' might as well be a total stranger. Next is 'Memories'! As in shared memories. Precious family memories that have been forged over time, thus creating an irreplaceable bond between loving, caring siblings! And finally, not being an idiot to your brother!"

"But that doesn't even begin with a 'W'!" Danny argued in confusion.

(Istg the car engine roar means something, but I’m literally oblivious so idk)

“If you cannot accept my terms, then begone! I do not accept you!”

Danny panicked. “Okay, okay! Fine! What exactly do I need to do?”

Damian gave him a calculated look for a long moment and then he smiled evilly. Danny froze and recoiled, suddenly realizing that he had bitten off more than he could chew by trying to reconcile with his long lost, clearly evil brother.

Damian gave a diabolical laugh and then said slowly, “You’ll be helping me for some… matters of revenge.”

Damian then takes advantage of Danny’s naivety and ghost powers to torment Tim for a week. Eventually, Jason finds out and rats them out to Dick. Damian and Danny get scolded enough for a lifetime, but in the end, they grow closer bc they both got grounded (after Dick goes ??? after seeing Danny, but he also gets adopted for a second time so there’s that).

[darlingdream1010]

DannyMay day …uh, 6?

Transformation

Valerie forgot how fun it was to hang out with Danny. She was too used to balancing the maturity it took to take care of her family single-handedly and playing the field of popularity. Danny was fresh in that way. Just a teenager.

Not a teenager who spent half the time saving the town.

Danny laughed so hard at some joke she’d made that milkshake started dribbling out of his nose. Valerie reached over to wipe it away with a napkin.

She grinned at his silly expression. “I remember when you made me spit out my milkshake, back when we were…” She fell silent, caught up in the memories of their time together.

She remembered why they hadn’t continued that, when they were together. They had stopped because…because…

Now that she thought about it, she didn’t really know why they had broken up. Something had bothered Danny deeply. Something that, no matter how hard she tried, she didn’t know how to fix.

“Danny, why did you break up with me?” She asked bluntly. All the sudden it itched at her, and she wanted to know even if she didn’t want to be with him.

“Valerie, behind you!” Danny exclaimed.

That has nothing to do with what I just asked...? Valerie frowned and turned around in her booth, scanning the room for what Danny was—

“Shiiit.” Valerie sidestepped out of the booth, knocking over her strawberry-chocolate milkshake.

One of the strongest ghosts she had ever encountered, the Fright Knight, had barged into the Nasty Burger with an army of swarming Eyeball ghosts. Valerie whirled around. Danny looked paler than was healthy.

Of course, it’s only natural to be scared of such a strong ghost.

“Phantom.” The knight spoke. Its voice boomed as it stabbed its sword into the concrete like a needle through felt. The green eyes under its helmet glowed eerily. She shivered.

“I don’t know why you’re looking for Phantom, but he’s not here, so leave us alone!” Valerie shouted. She glanced back at Danny again.

Danny was giving her a strange look, but he still looked concerningly pale. I would’ve run away to transform if he wasn’t right there. She had to make sure this retched ghost didn’t attack him, even if she couldn’t protect herself.

“You must complete your duties.”

Valerie snarled. “Why can’t you leave us—“

“You have ignored your ghost half for too long, and now you must face the consequence.” The Fright Knight finished without regard to her. His eyes burned past her, glaring into something behind her.

“Is it because of this girl? Very well. I will dispose of her immediately,” Fright Knight declared, raising his sword to the ceiling and bringing it down with inhuman force.

I have to transform, I have no other choice.

Before she could make a move, the sword ceased two inches above her head. Had the ghost come to its senses? Valerie thought it was a silly idea even as she lifted her head to see.

Valerie’s hands shook.

“Danny?” Her voice sounded unsteady, even to her.

Danny, skinny and pale, stopped the steel sword above him with his bare hand.

He looked back at her with sad eyes and opened his mouth, but a roll of electric green lightning down the steel sword interrupted him.

She could only watch as he cried out in pain. Green light washed over him. She gritted her teeth and fought against the tears.

“How dare you attack an innocent human being, you ghost from hell!” She shouted through the light, only to be met with a terrifying sight when it cleared.

In front of her was an estranged creature, black and glowing white and neon green. Worst of all, it was born from Danny’s body. It wasn’t even over yet. His leg bones snapped into a smoky tail, wiping the final trace of humanity from Danny the human boy.

“D-Danny…” Bile crawled up her throat, and she vomited directly onto the ghost Danny had become. It bled straight through to the floor.

“Valerie, I’m sorry.” A soft, echoey voice pleaded from above. It sounded frighteningly familiar.

Valerie swiped away her tears and stared at the monstrous being in front of her.

She couldn’t believe she had called it her friend.

It reached out hopefully and tenderly as if she would ever accept, right when a crown of flame materialized atop its head and completed Danny’s—his—its transformation.

She would have never imagined…but looking back, so much made sense. Too much. She curled her fists.

“You lied. All this time, you lied. I’ll never truce with you, Phantom,” Valerie hissed. She spat on the floor in front of him. “‘Viva la King.’”

[radiance1]

Inspired by the idea of that one post I did where Tucker downloaded DDLC, fell in love with Monika and then gave her a body. Which is set in the DC universe because why naught lmao.

"I'll bring you back to me..." Monika whispered to the figure on the other side of the glass her hand was pressed against. A soft smile on her face as she looked upon the peacefully 'sleeping' figure that floated inside of the tank.

Tucker, 'asleep' in a tank flowing with ectoplasm that kept his body perfectly preserved and even helped it 'heal' somewhat when Monika wasn't taking him out to run a proper check on his injuries. Eyes softly closed and curled into a ball.

He looked at peace.

Recent magical examinations showed that due to his... circumstances, he was much more akin to something like Danny or Vlad's existence than he was human. Yet, unfortunately, he wasn't quite what they were either.

Maybe if he was, she wouldn't need to do what she has.

Monika sighed and took her hand back, swiftly turning around and walking away. She flicked her hand as she did so, summoning various screens that held various reports over select strands of both magical and scientific experiments.

'Tucker would have loved to see this.' The thought brought a small smile to her lips that swiftly turned to a frown when she remembered the reason behind these experiments. 'No matter,' She thought. 'I'll show him when I bring him back.'

She sought out a specific screen, narrowing her eyes when she realized there was a complication one of her more hopeful tests.

She would have to go resolve it personally, it seemed.

The thought of leaving her beloved alone for even a moment stifling but! If all went well then, he would reawaken! Any amount of discomfort on her end was nothing in the face of a such a joyous occasion.

If all went well, everything would be back to how they should be!

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She should have known better than to think things were going to go well for her.

The complication that required her personal attention was solved, though it took some time, and bore fruit that, while not able to help tremendously, was enough to speed up her progress by a moderate amount.

One good thing made way for another bad thing.

Perhaps being around the Fenton family caused their luck to rub off on her.

When she returned her beloved's body was no longer where it was. Which should have been impossible, no one should have been able to get in or out without her explicate permission. And indeed, whatever happened didn't have her permission.

They forced their way inside.

Her systems were a mess. Some shut down, some dealing with viruses and some even fading from her rights completely. Which were then promptly disposed of.

Her beloved was stolen, right beneath her nose. Plucked out of the safety she surrounded him with when it came time for him to reawaken.

Monika was not angry.

No. No.

What was flowing throughout her artificial body was something much, much more potent than rage. Fueled by despair and hope that crashed down around her.

Monika was not angry.

What she was feeling, if she were to put it more accurately, would be the sin that humans had come to known as Wrath.

War bless her.

Fear aid her.

Time preserve her.

She had a thief to catch.

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In a city blessed with endless sun and protection of a god amongst men. A body opened its eyes.

'Monika.' Was its first thought.

'It stinks.' Was its second.

It stood up on awkward legs, bringing its hands to its head and turning the proper way with a loud and cringeworthy crack. It placed a hand to its chest next, feeling the slow beating of a heart that was easily viewable from the patch of see-through muscle that wasn't covered by any skin.

It looked at itself. It's very naked self and narrowed its eyes when it finally found a memory.

'Clothes.' Was its-no, his third thought.

And so, it started moving.

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Lex Luthor was having a hard time not throwing something at one of the dolts who had lost a precious specimen he spent countless amounts of resources in order to get.

To curb his anger and not face a potential lawsuit, that was a headache he didn't care for.

He settled for firing all of them instead.

[evilminji]

Sooooo.....

Like? We can all agree, that, all other factors aside? Given the life he's lived and the personality he has? The sheer NONSENSE he's been exposed too (from rays to oozes to powders to magics etc) AND the by definition unfinishable nature of his Life's Work/Obsession?

If Batman lived in a world connected to Danny Phantom's Zone in any way... he's DEFINITELY becoming a Realms Ghost.

Like? It's not even a "possibly" here. It's an inevitability. He HAS to protect just one more person. HAS to solve one more case. HAS to protect his kids one last time. He HAS Too, HAS Too, HAS Too.

He's Batman.

It's etched into his soul. The man's ghost will literally REFORM in that outfit. Batman with a glow. Batman the protection spirit. Kindness and grief and an eternity of "I have to save just one more."

He's not going to get to die peacefully or rest quietly. It would go against his nature.

But! Why is this relevant? Because of the Elseworld stories. Those AUs. The Multi-Verse at large. They ALL... Have Batman.

Consider: Ember McClain. Rocker. Remember that name. Yes, in some worlds she makes it big. But? Tragedy and betrayal in others. Death. Do you think the Ember's of those worlds are fine with passing on silently? Shrugging and being forgotten just because some other Ember got there first?

No. They are Ember. SHE is Ember.

Just as Clockwork is Time.

What makes a Realms Ghost different then someone like Deadman? Than a Shade? A poltergeist? Your average spook?

They are only themselves.

Singular.

Small.

A tiny little fraction, of a fraction, of a part, of a small bitty droplet, if even that. You only get one soul. But! You share it. There are many "You"s. Like the universe itself, exploding out, to live, to experience, BE, and then collapsing back together in the end. Running together like rainwater in the cracks of Realitys. Seeping back into one piece, one person, in the place between places.

It's why one forgets silly things like Names and Pasts. You had so, so many. All of them were yours. Made you. Shaped you. But are not why you refuse to let go. Why you still EXSIST. Outside of Creation and Rebirth, beyond any gods you could possibly recognize. Refined to your truest SELF.

Yet... you might still be Alive. You know that you ARE. Time exists for the living. To balance beginnings, middles, and ends. Why do you care? They aren't you yet. They will be. All of you will eventually come together. You'll become something... MORE.

Ancient.

The wisdom and complexity of a complete Being. More a Person then your average soul. Like giant stars compared to a barely burning dwarves. You know, assuming you don't give up first. Most give up. It takes a certain sort of patience, after all. A LOT of timeless time. Kinda sucks.

Yet! We consider The Bat. Persistence and Stubborn Hope made manifest. Compassion born of terrible grief. Dead. Again and again and again. Dead for those who needed him. Who hated him. Who cursed or forgot or lamented him. In every imaginable age, a story played out the same. Ending the same.

Himself instead of another.

Himself FOR the others.

Himself because none other could.

Sacrifice and Sacrifice and Sacrifice. Desperation to save. Worlds burning and cities falling. Waking up, reaching out, to shield sons and daughters that are not there. That live because he does not. Dragging himself through the stubborn walls of world after world, like a haunting final curse, upon those who harmed his family, his city. His world.

A wraith. Gothams final curse upon those who damn her.

What must it be like? To keep saying good bye? To drag your aching soul, fuller and fuller of terrible memories, across the fields of jagged glass that are portals you tear, to world's on fire. Just to save friends and family. Enemies and strangers. All of whom, must in the end... bury you anyway.

Because you must kill the hope in their eyes. Must die before them again. Because you can not stay and they can not come with you. Or worse... they can, and will soon.

Sitting on fields of battle where you tried. Gave all your spirit could muster. But... it's over now. And all you can offer is the knowledge is that they should not be afraid. You will carry them home.

And are there? Nightwings and Robins and all manner of other family, waiting back in the Zone? In a Manor where Pennyworth lives eternal? Do they also hurt and fight to save their friends? Each new piece of them coming with some great tragedy that they must put right?

Do they give Walker and the Observants migraines? Probably.

Imagine, though: Time travel added to the mix. Dying in the future. Your son managing to turn everything back to before the world ended. The Ghost King is suddenly a Baby again. Every one is freaking out. "Oh no! The king!" Blah blah blah.

But you and your family are more concerned about the world ending threat that kills a part of you. So is the baby ghost king, when you tell him. You show up in your own Cave, freak yourself out. Team up time. Though you ARE growing concerned by the Baby Kings self-neglectful behaviors. Hey, Me, are you seeing this?

.......he.... you know, he COULD use more Parental Oversight. He's a good kid. Seems lonely though. Underfed. ("BRUCE, NO." "Hmmm.")

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones @the-witchhunter @cyrwrites

[notdotspot]

Dp x Dc Finale

Masterpost

Just a note before: Suprise! I am a liar! I could not help myself so even though I have been busy I wrote anyway. Thank you for reading this far, I deeply appreciate it. This is the end and it's a long one. Enjoy!

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Tim is already suited up and setting a course for the League of Assassins compound when the bats begin collecting in the cave for the mission. Normally when they all collect for a mission it is for world-ending matters only. It is hard to get the whole family in one place without brawls breaking out or the impending doom of a fatal disaster hanging over their heads. Danny floats down from the cave ceiling, opting for a superpowered entrance over the front door. Tim thinks it is somewhat odd now. They had a routine. He was so used to seeing Danny in his civilian clothes that seeing a young Phantom in his place was just as startling as the first time they met.

“Everything is ready. Coordinates are in and the new earpieces are ready.” Tim opens the case for each family member to grab one.

“Why new comms? Our current ones are fine,” Jason asks, stuffing his head back into his helmet. 

“I interfere with normal tech and the ectoplasm radiation we are about to encounter will only make it worse. The new ones are adjusted for ectoplasmic interference. It will also help keep your heads on while you come into contact with the radiation. No more pit madness,” Danny explains quickly. They file into the Batwing and take off. Only Tim and Bruce are allowed to pilot after the plethora of incidents that have resulted from others taking control. Dick and Cass can also be trusted to pilot but Dick’s privliage was revoked after taking his team on a joy ride where Arsenal blew a hole in the roof and Cass simply can not be bothered with staying awake on a plane ride, much less controlling it. 

“We will make it to the island after nightfall. Get some sleep,” Bruce more or less orders the passengers. Tim can see Danny’s puzzled look at how each of the bats listens and closes their eyes. The ‘sleep when you can’ mindset is so deeply ingrained in their family and Danny has probably never seen any of them take an order without pulling a face or arguing. He can see the moment Danny decides it is okay to fall asleep too, detransforming quietly, and Tim can not help but watch as his features relax. He loses track of time memorizing Danny’s features as he drifts to sleep. 

The whole plane was awoken as they touched down. They set to the mission immediately.

“Nanda Parbat. Home sweet home, huh, Dami?” Jason claps Damian on the shoulder as they step off the ramp. 

The younger pointedly ignores him, but Tim reads the longing look in his eyes. This is his home. Rundown after being attacked and abandoned. Left unkempt in a way that would never befit the Heir to the Demonhead’s return. It must feel like when Tim first stepped foot in Drake Manor after his parents were truly gone. They were never really there but something soul is crushing about seeing the manifestation of the life that crumbled around him. Walking into his home, where he spent all of his formative years, changed from his last memory of it. Damian steels his expression and Tim brings himself to do the same. He will have to comfort his little brother later, now, it is time to finish what they came here to do. 

Bruce leads the group into the ruins. Dick, Steph, Duke, and Cass are in the Batwing so that they can land on top of the Lazarus Pit once it is located. Damian follows closely behind Bruce with Jason behind him. All three of them know exactly where they are going but digging through the overgrown tropical plants and piles of rubble makes the journey more difficult. Eventually, they make it to a clearing that was once a large room. The roof is caved in but the shape of the building reveals it was once a large doom. Tim turns around to look at Danny. He was lingering in the back of the group, following the ones who knew the way. His eyes track every curve and detail of the room, observing and cataloging. The fascination in his eyes makes Tim long for Danny to look at him that way. 

A crack echoes through the ruined building. The group snaps to attention looking for the source but Danny is moving in a split second. He is gone from the frame of Tim’s vision. A thundering crash forces him to turn around to where Bruce and Jason are standing. Replacing the spot where Damian was standing was a large chunk of roofing that had fallen. They are all still and staring at the spot. Then Danny appears with Damian next to him less than a foot from the rock that should have crushed Damian to a pulp. 

The shocked look on Damian’s face fades quickly as he composes himself, but his slight uptick in breathing gives away his fear. 

“Thank you,” he says to Danny curtly. Danny who was obviously working on instinct at the moment looks more panicked now that he has time to think. Bruce gives a meaningful nod to him. Jason skips to the front of the group.

“That was not terrifying. We did not almost see Dami crushed. Let us keep going.” His fake enthusiasm and sarcasm do not hide the slight tremor in his voice.

They keep going all the way until they find themselves underground, standing right in front of the Lazarus Pit. Tim keeps an eye on Jason. He does not want another crazy pit-driven murder spree to be triggered. 

“Nightwing. Park the Batwing right on top of our location. Then begin the setup.” Bruce is clear in his order. They can hear the faint sounds of the engines hovering over their heads. The sound stops and they wait in silence. 

“Red Robin. Confirm entrance location.” Tim looks down at the screen attached to his wrist. The blue markers of his group are at the bottom of the screen and what must be the surface group is positioned just to the left of theirs. There is a red dot blinking near the middle of the screen. The location would be on the other side of the room and the other side of the pool. 

“Confirmed, Nightwing. Let her blow.” The bomb goes off and the room shakes with the shocks of the blast. A hole in the underground room’s ceiling gives way to the sun outside. They walk around the square-shaped glowing-green pool and look up. Tim sees Cass waving from the top. 

They get to work quickly. Connect the tubes to the filter, feeding the end of the tubing out of the Batwing’s tank, through the hole they made, and into the ooze. The surface crew makes sure that each tank is filled and then replaced with a new empty one while the underground crew guides the tube like a vacuum. Sucking up the Lazarus Pit and purifying it went off without a hitch. They grapple out the hole, reload the jet, and the whole group is back off to the Batcave. 

They touchdown in the cave a few hours later and begin unloading and preparing to send it through the portal. Danny is flying in and out, emptying each fifty-gallon tank and returning it. Tim thinks the whole plan is going to go off without a hitch and it does. 

That is until they have five tanks left when Danny says, “Oh, shit!”

Tim looks up at the portal. The sigils of the spell are flashing, no, flickering. Flickering like a lightbulb about to go out and then they are dark. Tim waits in quiet anticipation for the whole portal to go boom or for some demon to breach their world and kill them all. Nothing happens, and for a moment, Tim thinks they are in the clear, but a dark figure appears to be coming through and the bats are ready for a fight. Danny already told them they would be useless against ghosts but nothing can overcome their training to go out fighting. A quick scan tells Tim that Danny is ready to fight off anything that may come at them too.

All that pops through is a little glowing green dog.

“Oh, Cujo!” Danny opens his arms happily to the puppy. “Out of anything that could have come out, you are the best option.”

He pets the dog in his arms and turns to them. “It is all good. He will not hurt a thing. Damian, you can put him in if you want.” Danny has met Titus and Alfred the Cat, so letting Damian pet a ghost animal is likely the best thing he could have done to make Damian like him. Damian, unfortunately, does not get the chance because Cujo is looking over Danny’s shoulder at the portal. He is growling and his face morphs into a much more intimidating canine. 

This time, the dark figure emerges, forming a man ghost in a white suit and black hat. 

His dark voice rings through the cave as he utters, “Phantom.” 

Danny transforms and turns slowly. He lowers Cujo to the ground, keeping his head low and raising his hands to a fighting stance. Tim does not know who this man is but Danny definitely does. He can only see a portion of Danny’s face from this angle but the look in his eyes is one Tim has never seen. In the few weeks since meeting Danny, Tim has not seen eyes like that since his nightmares. The temperature in the cave has dropped and he can see his breath puffing out in front of him. Tension builds in the room and Tim prepares to fight even if he will be useless. 

“Batman. Take them and go.” Even in Phantom’s younger voice, the command is clear. The bats’ eyes flicker to each other as each one catches Bruce’s eyes, they yield to his silent orders. One by one they back away from the portal and the ghosts in a standoff. When Tim meets his dad’s eyes, he is frozen in place. He flicks back over to Danny’s face, trying to read any emotion. He turns back to Bruce who is slowly shaking his head. Tim looks back to Danny and sees another figure emerging from the green swirl.

“Danny!” He calls before he can stop himself. This new man is dressed in a more supervillain style suit. He has a cap, weirdly shaped hair, and red eyes. The smile that cuts his face reminds him of Joker.

“Danny! Good to see you again!” 

“Walker. Vlad. This realm is under my protection. You will not lay a finger on the souls of this dimension.”

“We are not here for them. We are here for you. You owe me a pelt.” The man in the white suit snarls at Danny.

“And you owe me the Infi-Map,” the red-eyed man says. 

“I owe you nothing. Leave now and there will be no consequences for illegally breaching other dimensions. You are both on probation in the Ghost Zone and in violation of your parole.”

“Danny boy! Why should we worry about punishment if we beat you here and now? Walker gets his trophy and I get my crown.” 

There is a split second before the man shoots at Danny. Bruce is evading to safety and all Tim can do is duck behind a work bench and watch. He has seen some of Phantom’s powers before, but like this, he is focused and fighting. It is a battle like Tim has never seen, even with metas in recent years. Phantom is far more powerful than he has ever let on. Knowing he is the Ghost King is one thing, seeing him fight shows Tim just how he earned that title.

There are flashes of green everywhere. The flight is a blur. If Tim’s eyes were not honed, he would be missing every second of the fight, but he can catch bits and pieces. One moment the ghosts pass through the screen of the Batcomputer, the next, Walker is being slammed into the cave floor as Vlad shoots up toward the ceiling. In the brief pause, Tim sees the fire in Danny’s eyes. On the surface it is anger but deeper Tim recognizes specs of amusement. Danny enjoys fighting. It occurs to Tim that Danny has not been able to use his powers to the extent of his ability since he moved to Gotham. He has had all his frustration and stress in a bottle to ensure he could not hurt anyone, but now he gets to release that tension on the first two idiots he knows he will not kill. 

The fight is back on and Walker is already down for the count. Phantom grabs him by the back of the collar. He hauls him over to where Cujo has been politely sitting and leaves him with the dog. When Walker attempts to move, the puppy’s features enlarge and he snaps at the ghost. It is enough to scare him into submission and Tim struggles to comprehend the little dog as a hellhound. 

The fight with Vlad is more intense. Danny’s relaxation has faded and he is putting more strength behind every move he makes. They are both getting tired. Tim can see it in the delayed movements and dimming bolts of lighting that pass between them. Danny gears up for what looks like a finishing move. When he releases, Vlad seems to have hit him with the same thing and they both plummet from the air. 

Tim is on his feet before he can even think. He watches as Danny’s transformation circles flicker around him. Tim can only watch as Phantom disappears and Danny hits the ground in his human form. A deafening thud and then Tim is at his side. Tim is doing every medical scan he knows. He does not think he could help a ghost, or half ghost, even if he tried. He looks over to Vlad. He is on the ground near the portal, also human. Tim does not let himself get distracted with questions.

He holds Danny. Trying to sense any sign of life, but Danny is not normal. He does not know if Danny should or should not have a heartbeat. He does not know if Danny should be breathing.  He can see the glow of ectoplasm that surrounds Danny like a puddle. He does not know how to perform first aid on him. He does not know how to spot the bleeding or help him wake up. He holds Danny and he is helpless. 

He vaguely senses eyes on him. He turns to see Bruce kneeling next to him. He looks down at Danny’s face with the same expression he had after Jason died. No. He is not dead. Do not make those eyes Bruce. Cujo barks pulling their attention. The dog is towering now. His body now fits the face Tim had seen on him earlier. He is dragging Vlad to the portal. He barks again, this time at Walker who reluctantly picks up the unconscious Vlad. Cujo corrals the ghost towards the portal and barks until he walks through. 

Shrinking back to his normal size, he runs to Danny. In Danny’s chest, he starts licking his face. The slobber is green and soaks into Danny’s skin like a sponge. Those beautiful blue eyes flicker open and Cujo barks before running off into the portal. 

Danny’s eyes meet his and he pulls him in before he even knows what is happening. The hug is tight and perfect. The tension and stress melt away from Tim in the embrace.

“I am okay, but I might not be if you keep squeezing this hard.” Tim releases him slowly. Danny sits up and slowly stands. He walks away slowly, leaving Tim on the floor next to the puddle of ectoplasm. The back of Danny’s shirt is stained green and he stops when he makes it to one of the tanks from the Lazarus Pit. Tim watches blankly as Danny tips the whole tank over and drinks directly from the spout. 

The effect is instant. The color comes back to his face and the shake in his muscles disappears.

“All fixed!” He puts down the tank and turns to Tim. “I am okay. I promise. You can stop digging your fingernails into your palms.” Tim looks down to where his hands are clinched and unfurls his fingers. He finally releases the breath he has been holding in since Walker entered the cave. 

Danny unceremoniously throws the last five tanks through the portal and flips the switch to shut it off.

“I feel like that went really well! Definitely better than other Ghost Zone missions I have done with humans!” Tim is speechless. Truly speechless. He has nothing to say. No observations to voice or questions to ask.

“I will go check on the others.” Bruce rushes off, leaving the two alone.

Tim stands almost numbly. “Danny. You almost died in my arms. All you have to say is that you are okay. In my arms! Died! Dead! Gone forever! Not just half ghost! Full ghost! In my arms!” The frustration at being helpless and anger at Danny’s casual nature spills out in a fury. With each word, he got closer to Danny. He is standing face to face with him.

“Really?”

“Yes! Really! We had a bonding moment! I cradled you in my arms! You practically crossed onto the other side right in my hands and I could not do a thing about it!”

“Did not happen. I do not remember that.” Tim thinks he might pop a blood vessel or suffer an aneurysm. 

“How can you say that?” Before he can tumble into another rant, he is being kissed. He forgets whatever he has to say, closes his eyes, sinks into the kiss, and just feels. Danny pulls away far too soon, still holding Tim’s face with both hands.

“I am okay. I am sorry I scared you.” Tim does not need to respond. For the second time today, he is left speechless, so he does the only thing he can. He pulls Danny down into another sweet kiss. They break apart only because they were smiling too much. They both break into a fit of laughter.

“You were fucking with me, right?”

“Yes, Tim.”

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I am in a bit of shock. This is the first big project I have completed. I hope you enjoyed and thank you so much for reading!!

[theglamorousferal]

Persephone's Binding Part 14

Hardcover/Anger Management ship Sacrificial Bride au

AO3 Prompt Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

Jazz dismissed herself from the rest of the group, fingers tightening on the strap of the bag on her shoulder. Jason's eyes trailed after her as she made her escape from the group, concerned.

"So, how about we get to that shooting competition that we shelved earlier this week?" Danny asks Jason and Ellie.

"Hell yeah, that sounds awesome, I've been practicing with Dante's help!" Ellie exclaimed. "We should probably change first though, last one to the training grounds has to give Cujo a bath in his huge form!" With that she sped down the halls towards the family residence halls.

"Well you heard her, you can navigate the castle enough to get there yourself right?"

"Yeah I can figure it out, you got some guns I can use though?" Jason asked.

Danny grinned, though there was something sad in his eyes. "Yeah, our parents were inventors and until they realized that ghosts aren't inherently evil they made weapons. I'll show you when we get there, see ya in a bit." He vanished from sight, presumably to go change.

Jason jogged through the castle, resigning himself to losing the race considering the two he was racing could fly at high speeds. He changed into his Hood gear and jogged his way to the training ground where it looked like Ellie and Danny were in a snark-off with each other by the targets.

Danny noticed his first and flagged him down. He led him to a building next to the targets and stepping inside Jason had to tuck in the back of his mind that the parents of the Royal family were mad scientists who saw the aesthetics of 1950's sci-fi and stuck with it. Gleaming chrome with green accents shone from the displays on the walls and from the display cases throughout the room. There were bazookas, sniper rifles, hand guns, a cat-o-nine-tails, and a vacuum all along the walls. In the display cases were tubes of lipstick, bracelets, small rods, grenades etc.

"What's with the lipstick?" he asked Danny.

"Oh, they're lasers. Same with the bracelets. This rod extends into a quarterstaff, this rod has a taser at either end. These grenades form a small portal to a random point in the Realms, these ones stun most ecto-entities." As Danny kept going on about what everything in here does, he would add in little anecdotes about how strong each weapon hits a ghost and it was starting to set Jason on edge.

"How often have you gotten hit with these?" Jason asks levelly.

Danny just shrugged. "Honestly not all that often outside of training, my dad was a bad shot and I mostly managed to dodge my mom. Honestly Jazz is the one who hit me the most when she was still learning combat. She also caught me in the Thermos many, many times." He shivered at the memory.

"Excuse me, thermos?" His previous rage was knocked away at the ridiculousness of the statement.

"Oh yeah, when we were still on Earth I had to capture the ghosts and put them back into the Realms. My parents would build things out of whatever we had when their grants started to run out and so they made the thermos as a capturing device. It didn't work at first, I think it needed more ectoplasm than they had access to because it worked after I charged it with energy. When I found out Jazz knew about me being part-ghost, she ended up trying to join us in taking out the ghosts. It...did not go too well." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down. "There was a lot of miscommunication, she wasn't listening to us even though we had experience, and we weren't listening to her thoughts on what a specific ghost was up to. She caught me six times that first night I think." He laughed a little. "Eventually we got on the same page and she started training and actually listening to us and we all became stronger for it."

Jason nodded along to the story, glad for more information on the dynamics of the family he's technically at the mercy of right now. He gestured to a pair of pistols on the wall. "Let's get this competition underway, huh?"

Danny smiled at him. "Yeah, let's get to that."

"About time you guys came out here. Let's do this!" Ellie exclaimed when they exited the building. Now that Jason had time to look, he noticed that Ellie was dressed like you would imagine a nomad during the apocalypse would look. She had jeans covered in band patches and other patches and embroidery. She wore battle vest covered in more patches and pins with spikes on the shoulders and a breastplate with the same D-shaped logo Danny had etched into the front of it messily. She had fabric scraps wrapped around her arms under armguards and steel capped boots. Her fingerless gloves also had metal spikes on the knuckles. She also had a pair of aviation goggles over her eyes.

"Well now I definitely need to introduce you to Kon. He's also a superpowered clone who appreciates the Punk culture."

"Really? Hell yeah, that sounds awesome. Hopefully we find your dimension soon then!" They all lined up at the targets. "Now let's see what you can do Lover Boy." She smirked at him.

Jason did his best to not blush. "I'm not gonna push my feelings at your sister. Plus, we barely know each other." He readied himself to shoot, and the competition was off. They all shot true for the short range targets and moved to larger ranges. Ellie misjudged the power on her blast and blew the target apart and Danny sneezed when he fired. Jason was getting used to the fact there was no recoil on these guns as they were energy pistols, but quickly adapted. Once they got bored of stationary targets they moved to skeet shooting and they ended up playing around for a few hours at that before the guns ran out of charge and the two ghosts were starting to get tired.

They all went and changed for dinner where they met Jazz again. She was faintly glowing yellow, her eyes had more flecks of golden light swirling in them and the tips of her hair seemed to be blowing in an unseen breeze. Danny didn't seem to be bothered by the change and took his seat at her right, Ellie next to him, though she looked a bit concerned. Jason took his seat at Jazz's left and Danny began chattering away at Jazz about their afternoon.

"Jason's a pro with the pistols, we'll have to test him against you sometime and see who's better." Danny grinned, all teeth and a spark in his eye. "You're training tomorrow right? You two should spar!"

Jazz and Jason looked at each other and caught each other's eye. After a moment they both turned appraising the other, sizing up their opponent. Jazz grinned. "I think that can be arranged. I do have a meeting with some of the yeti scholars looking into the binding in the afternoon, but my morning will be training yes." She held out her hand to shake Jason's. "Do we have an accord?"

Jason grinned back and clasped her hand, giving it a firm shake. "I can't wait."

[sadfacey]

Behind the Mask - WIP

Below is a tiny lil snippet of the spin-off for my fic Darkness Among Us, this one centering on Danny's POV that I felt like sharing for anyone who is interested! (so you can tell me if it's bad and I should give up)

‼️ descriptions of violence, stalking, and general psychopathic nonsense

Hypocrites. Liars. Acting like they didn’t create the wars they feign tears over, acting like they shun the very thing they fund. Acting like they pick up his papers for the sake of the poor victim’s memory, not to indulge in the twisted details of their demise. At their core, they are grateful for Danny. They lock their doors at night and hope their rival down the street forgets to, hope they get to hear all about it on the news the next day. Danny gives them the entertainment they crave and unveils their posturing as he does. He warns them, not of him, but of the people around them. And yet no one is hailing him a humanitarian, so he may as well have fun with it. Create his stories, exploit their fears, poke holes in their sense of security.

Danny reflects on this while nosing around a potential victim’s closet—his disdain, disgust even, for the other humans he is forced to inhabit this earth with. He debates what angle he’ll take with his next story, but knows it’s already been decided, like a divine gift of inspiration. A good muse will do that to you.

As he rifles through hangers of tattered sweatshirts and a jacket in desperate need of a dry clean, he pauses on the heavy leather of some sport varsity jacket. He rolls his eyes beneath his mask. Nothing like a washed-up dropout clinging to their glory days. He pushes the jacket aside, taking a moment to study the stitched lettering on the back of it. Morrison.

Danny traces the letters with a gloved finger, the corner of his mouth lifting. It would be his best story yet, and his riskiest. He had never gone after four in one go, especially ones like these kids. But the story would tell itself. Their bond of friendship, their little found family, torn apart piece by piece. The despair of not being able to protect each other. The big bad town delinquents, afraid of no man and no cop, left sniveling and soaked in their own piss as they watch each other torn apart limb by limb. Sliced up cut by cut. Becoming the subjects of the stories they fawn over. Maybe they would have the sense to thank him before they die.

Danny moves to close the door and continue to the next one’s house when something he hadn’t noticed in previous visits catches his eye. The dented, fraying corner of a cardboard box beneath a pile of teenage relics glares at him from the back of the closet. He almost ignores it altogether, but something pestering in his mind won’t allow him to step away. Giving in to the compulsion, he kneels down and digs the box out.

He has seen a lot in his years of breaking and entering. He’s snooped through the private belongings of every kind of person from every walk of life. He’s uncovered well-kept secrets, forgotten sins, shameful indulgences. He has never once been caught off guard. But as he opens this box on the floor of Canada’s biggest teenage fuck-up, and his eyes feast upon the sight of a knife and mask coated in the dark maroon of dried blood, he can only feel shocked. And as his heart dusts itself off, as if out of practice, and begins to hammer against his chest, he remembers something he had forgotten he’d been chasing all this time.

Pure, potent, overwhelming excitement.

[hearts-hunger]

home for the holidays — chapter three

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Series Summary: The Cabin Fever gang spends Christmas in Frankenmuth.  || Chapter Summary: Jake has an important question to ask you.

⮡ part one | part two

Pairings: Jake x Reader, Sam x Danny, Josh x Baby | Genre: holiday fluff | Word Count: 3k | Chapter Warnings: none!

A/N: I'm finally updating this fic can you believe it!! Everybody blow a kiss to the sweet nonnie who asked if I was going to write more for this fic, because their encouragement and interest gave me the motivation to write this chapter that I've been daydreaming about for year now. I hope you like it, and nonnie, this one's especially for you! ♡

You woke gently to the strains of a crackly Christmas vinyl and your boyfriend’s soft voice singing along, snuggled in blankets that smelled like him and blissfully content. You opened your eyes but stayed still for a moment, enjoying the peaceful, comforting air of Christmas: you felt the afternoon sun shining all golden over the snow-covered windowsill, smelled cookies baking from the kitchen, saw your boyfriend’s childhood bedroom in all its cosy clutter. You also saw Jake, sitting on the floor as he sorted through a wooden jewelry box, leaned against the bottom bunk you were curled up on.

“What a wonderful feeling, watching the ones we love,” Jake sang with the record, his voice quiet to keep from waking you. You had to agree with Ray Charles; you loved to see Jake back in his parents’ house, comfortable and settled among all his boyhood memories. He sifted through the jewelry box, and the necklaces and bracelets jingled musically as he untangled them. 

“Hi Jakey,” you said softly. 

He turned, a sweet smile lighting his handsome face. 

“Well hi, sweetheart.” He reached a hand to gently brush your hair back from your face. “Did you have a good nap?”

“Wonderful,” you agreed, stretching a little under the warm blankets. “Thanks for letting me sleep.”

He chuckled. “You’re welcome, honey. You were almost asleep at lunch. You needed a little rest, huh?”

Your early-morning flight from Nashville had led right into a trip to downtown Frankenmuth where you visited some of the old holiday haunts; and though you’d loved being back in your hometown with your little family of Jake’s brothers and their partners, you’d all needed time to recharge before the rest of your planned Christmas Eve fun.

Jake turned back to his jewelry for a moment before he pulled out a well-loved Atocha coin necklace.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you. “I forgot I had one here. Now we can match.”

You smiled and cradled it in the palm of your hand. “You could have wrapped it and given it to me tomorrow,” you said.

He shrugged, a little bashful. “I guess I could have. Consider it an early present.”

You closed your fingers over it. “Thank you. I love it.” You liked it even better than you would have liked a new one, knowing it was one he’d worn and loved for a long time before you were together and wanted to share with you now.

He angled his body closer to you for a kiss, and you brushed your fingers through his hair as you gave him what he asked for so gently. It was a little awkward with him still on the floor and you on the bed, and you giggled as he made his way onto the bed with you without breaking the kiss.

“Are you sure we’re gonna fit on this bed tonight?” you asked, scooching over to make room for him, even though there wasn’t a lot of room to be made. The twin bunk beds he and Josh had had since childhood were comfortable enough for one each, but two adults had to squeeze if they wanted to share.

He hovered over you and kissed your neck. “It’ll be nice and cosy,” he said, his breath warm on your skin. “Don’t you think so?”

You laughed and tucked your necklace into the pocket of his jeans, freeing up your fingers to comb through his hair. “Yeah, I think so.”

He kissed you for a long while, loving and lazy and humming along with the music as his hands wandered over you. You relaxed completely under him, thankful you were spending this Christmas and every one to come with the man you loved and the family you had together.

He groaned a little when the alarm on his phone went off, indicating it was time to start getting ready for another round of holiday fun. You, Baby, Danny, and the Kiszka boys were going to walk around downtown some more; later, when the sun set, you were going ice skating before you went to the local pub to watch Papa Kiszka’s set with his band. You were looking forward to it even if you were reluctant to leave Jake’s bed, but Jake buried his face against your neck as you started to get up.

“I’m not letting you up,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pressing kisses to your jaw. “Let everybody else go bust their asses trying to ice skate. We’ll stay nice and warm right here in bed.”

You giggled. “Jakey,” you cooed. “You can’t be a Grinch on Christmas Eve.”

“Oh yes I can. My brain is full of unwashed socks or whatever.”

You laughed out loud, and he beamed at you like it was the prettiest sound he’d ever heard. 

“It’s his heart that’s full of unwashed socks,” you told him. 

“You’re the boss,” he said. He kissed you again. “I love you very much, you know.”

“Enough to go ice skating with me?” you teased.

He gave you a wry smile. “Yes, and that’s saying something.”

You smiled. “Aw, Jake. I love you very much too.”

—

“Jake, it looks wonderful. Quit fussing.”

He didn’t answer you right away, tongue caught between his teeth in concentration as he tried to get the placement of one particular clove bud just right. Though you’d thought the soy candle making at the Frankenmuth Historical Society would be a fun little diversion, Danny and the twins had turned it into a competitive sport. Each one of them had painstakingly attended to every last detail in a way that seemed totally unnecessary and amusing to you, Sam, and Baby.

After a few moments, Jake stepped back when he’d arranged the cloves and pieces of dried orange just the way he wanted them on the top of your candle.

“There!” he said. “I know I was driving you crazy, honey. Sorry. But it had to be done.”

You smiled and looked over the candle you’d made together — or, at least been together for while Jake made it. He’d done the lion’s share of the work, not because you’d been unwilling to help, but because you had figured out five minutes into the process that he was going to be particular about it.

He’d let you pick the scent, though, and you were happy enough with that as he poured the last layer of wax over the top to set the decorations. Besides, you had to admit that it looked beautiful. You tied a festive piece of twine around the ring of the mason jar, and you stifled a laugh as you saw Jake’s face.

“Does that look okay?” you asked, a little too innocently.

His expression was pained with stress at the crooked bow and an intense desire not to upset you. He reached his hand out to the bow, stopped short, and reached out again.

“Don’t be mad,” he said, glancing up at you before he quickly straightened the bow. “It’s really nice, honey. It was just a little crooked.”

You laughed, not unkindly, and kissed his cheek.

“I’m not mad,” you said. “I know you just want it to be perfect, and that’s okay. Is it perfect now?”

“Yes,” he said with a grin, holding it up to look at it more closely. He met your eyes. “It was a good idea to come do this, sparrow. I know we had to kill time before ice skating, but now we have a beautiful Christmas candle.”

You gave him a slightly weary smile. “I’m glad you liked it.” It wasn’t as relaxing an activity as you’d thought it would be, but hey, he was right. You had a lovely Christmas candle to show for it.

Jake showed off your creation to the others, graciously buffing up your contributions to the creative genius, and you got to see the candles Danny and Josh had been fussing over while their partners looked on with amusement. Josh’s was eucalyptus and grapefruit, decorated with dried lavender — not exactly Christmassy, but it would fit nicely in their home. Danny’s was warm and spicy with star anise and cinnamon sticks on the top, and it was perfectly him.

Jake, Josh, and Danny started examining the other’s candles, and they quickly started coming up with ideas for other candles they could make. The rest of you coaxed them out of starting their own candle business with the promise of a stop by the popcorn shop, and as soon as you got their masterpieces put safely in the car, you headed down the street for their prize.

You all perused the selection of flavored popcorn at the sweet shop, enjoying the warm, sweet air and the strains of festive music piped through the rows upon rows of treats.

“I’m gonna get some of the salted caramel,” Jake said, taking a sample from the tray and sharing it with you. “I know you’re not big on caramel, but just try it.”

You did, and it wasn’t terrible, but it wasn't your favorite. Jake smiled when you handed the little cup back to him.

“Which one do you want?” he asked.

You walked a little further down the display, perusing your options.

“Oh, never mind, I know which one you want,” he said sweetly.

You grinned up at him. “Oh yeah? Well, if you’re so smart, you get it for me.”

Jake did, getting a bag of the caramel and another of the Oreo flavor for you. He handed it to you with all the confidence and pleasure of a man who knew he’d picked exactly which popcorn his lady wanted.

“Aw, Jakey, you did know which one to get me,” you said happily. 

He shrugged. “I’m a genius, what can I say?”

The six of you walked down the darkening streets of downtown Frankenmuth, munching your popcorn and enjoying each other’s company as you admired the Christmas lights and sparkling decorations. Eventually you made your way to the ice rink, taking a moment to ooh and ahh over the twinkling lights draped overhead and the beautiful Christmas tree in the middle.

“Isn’t the tree beautiful?” you asked.

“It’s very pretty,” Jake agreed. “And I’m glad you like it, because you’ll be seeing it up close the whole time we’re hanging with the slow skaters in the middle.”

You smiled, and as you got your skates, you noticed that Jake kept glancing at the ice with more and more apprehension.

“Are you sure you want to skate?” you asked. You thought it was kind of charming and funny that a man so graceful and skilled on stage in front of thousands of people was worried about a little ice skating. “I don’t mind sitting this one out, honey. We can get some coffee and just watch.”

He frowned. “But you want to skate, right?”

You shrugged. “I want to be with you,” you said simply. “And I don't want to make you do something you're not comfortable with.”

A slightly bemused smile crossed his face, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real, and he studied you with that loving gaze you knew so well.

“What?” you asked, feeling your cheeks warm.

He shook his head. “Nothing. I don’t know.” He smiled. “You’re something, aren’t you sparrow?”

You pressed closer to him on the bench, remembering another time he’d said that to you.

“Something good or something bad?” you asked.

He grinned and kissed you. “Something good, for sure.”

After a few more kisses, he knelt in front of you and helped you out of your boots.

“You don’t have to, Jake.”

“No, I want to. See, this is one part I can do.”

He set your boots to the side and ran his thumb over your ankle as he grabbed your skates, loving you without even having to try with his absent, comforting touch. For Jake, showing you love was as easy as breathing, and you felt your heart squeeze at the gentle way he cared for you above himself.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He smiled up at you. “You’re welcome, sparrow. It’s my pleasure.”

When both pairs of skates were laced, you took his hand and led him onto the ice. He took your other hand too, almost immediately unsteady, and you leaned close to kiss his nose.

“Thanks for skating with me, Jakey.”

He gave you a rueful smile. “You’re welcome. You sure you don’t want to do a couple laps without me?”

“Nope, I want to be right here with you.”

You skated together for a long time, holding hands, managing to keep him upright most of the time. You watched Baby and Josh skating gracefully, his fantastic agility on the ice making up for her slight clumsiness; Danny and Sam were slow but steady, attempting tricks and laughing when they went awry. When the crowd thinned, you, Danny, and Baby raced each other while Josh and Sam tried to keep Jake steady; all three of them ended up in a heap, and you three came back to your partners and laughingly helped them back up.

“Go skate for me,” Jake said when you’d gotten him safely to the wall. “I want to watch.”

You did, flying across the ice, loving the feel of the cold air stinging your face. When you finally came back to Jake, you were breathless and flushed and very happy.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, brushing your hair back from your face. “Like the sugar plum fairy or something.”

You beamed and kissed him. “Thanks, honey.” You took his hands again. “I missed you, though.”

Back near the tree, you skated slowly as a light snow started to fall.

“You did that whole loop without falling!” you said. You moved in front of him and skated backwards, holding his hands and leading him. Though he’d gained some confidence, you felt a new sort of nervousness come over him, something more like excitement than anxiety, and felt yourself start to get excited too without even knowing what it was for.

“I want to try a trick,” Jake said. “Since I’m getting so good.”

You laughed. “Are you sure?” You weren’t convinced you’d make it out of this attempt without a few bruises, but you were willing to try whatever he wanted.

He grinned and squeezed your hands. “I’m sure. Absolutely sure.”

“Is it a trick for both of us, or just you?”

His brown eyes twinkled with mischief. “Both of us, if I have any luck. You ready?”

You nodded, still holding his hands and watching as he slowly lowered himself to one knee in front of you. You couldn’t imagine what kind of trick this was, but you held off asking before he’d shown it to you.

He let go of your hand and reached in his pocket. “Sparrow, will you marry me?”

You blinked. “Wait — what?”

He laughed, big and bright, and for a moment, all you could think of was how handsome he was. His soft brown waves were dusted with snow; his face was rosy with cold; his smile lit up his features until you felt like your heart might break just looking at him.

“Will you marry me?” he asked again, patient and attentive.

You looked from his handsome, bashful smile to the little black box he held. Inside was a beautiful ring, all rainbows in the rosy glow of the Christmas lights, and you couldn’t think of a single intelligent thing to say. Something tight and wonderful felt close to breaking apart in your chest, and you tried to keep from crying, but all of a sudden he was blurry and the lights were a swirl and there was nothing on earth but the feel of his hand holding yours.

“Jake, are — are you serious?” you managed.

His smile was so tender as he looked up at you with nothing short of adoration.

“I’m serious, sparrow.” He squeezed your hand. “I love you, sweetheart, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

And oh, there it went. The most fragile part of your heart shattered into a million shiny bits, making room for a flood of emotion you couldn’t have held back if you tried.

You fairly threw yourself at him, and it was his turn to keep you steady as you put your arms around his neck and kissed him like you’d never kissed him before. He laughed and hugged you tight, joy and wonder coming off him in waves.

“Of course I'll marry you,” you said, and your voice was wrecked, and you hadn't even realized you’d started to cry. He pulled back just enough to see your face and tenderly brush the tears from your face.

“My sparrow,” he said, just for you to hear. “I love you so much, Mrs. Kiszka.”

You’d never heard anything more wonderful. You cried harder and kissed him again.

“Aw, sweetheart,” he laughed. “Don’t cry. Are you happy?”

“I have absolutely never been happier in my whole life,” you said with a joyful, watery laugh. “I can’t believe you. What on earth am I going to get you for Christmas that could top this?” 

He grinned. “Just you.”

You cradled his beloved face in your hands and tried to stop crying, but you loved him so much, and he was looking at you like you were the most wonderful thing in the world.

“I love you, Jake.”

He kissed you, and everything was right in the world. “I love you too, my little sparrow.”

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[piss-bread]

Yo Danny Fenton he was just 14...

He was 14. He definitely had an unusual relationship with his parents, but not too far out from a normal teen. He's embarrassed by them in public, but he truly loves his family. And they love him, in all his nerdiness and cowardice.

Then the accident happens. His parents (and Jazz) know that something happened, but only his friends know what he went through that day. Even after Jazz finds out, she isn't told exactly what occurred.

Tw under the cut for Death Mentions! It is Danny Phantom, after all.

It's a well-known fact that Danny Fenton is Schrodinger's boy. Both alive and dead. And the fandom sure does put our favorite paradoxical anime boy through some shit, but it's not talked about a whole lot the absolute horror of his death.

We see a recreation of what happened in Memory Blank (Season 2, Ep 1). We've been rewatching some of this show with our mother, and we had her watch this episode. I had told her beforehand that Sam basically went "the boy needs to die" as soon as she realized that Danny didn't have his powers. And surprisingly, after watching the episode, our mom agreed that Sam really should have thought of something else. But anyway, it really cements the fact that going into the portal was Sam's idea. Not Tucker's. Not even Danny's. Sam is absolutely the one who got him killed. Yet Danny doesn't harbor any resentment. In fact, it's shown in the same episode that Danny looks for reassurance from Sam (and Tucker) after getting his powers, quite literally asking if it's cool that he has powers.

Quote from me to my mother:

"Danny walks around a dark portal, and he accidentally turns it on from the inside. He gets electrocuted and basically watches himself die, not knowing what's going on except for that it's bad. He stumbles back out, knowing something is very wrong and passes out. His friends think he's dead, he literally phases through Sam's hands as she tries to pick his body up, and when he does wake up he's faced with the fact he's a ghost. he's been told that all ghosts are evil and dangerous, and now he is one. Yeah sure he must've figured out he could change back pretty quickly, but still."

And something else. Vlad has powers too, but he didn't die for them. He got a bad case of ghost acne and gained powers that way. I feel like if Vlad knew what Danny went through, he'd at the very least have a bit more respect for the boy.

Anyway, I love the characterization of Tucker and Sam. It's shown that Tucker is shallow on the outside, but he truly deeply cares for his friends. Sam is shown to put up walls around other people, to the point her friends know a completely different person than the outside world does. And damn, I wish we could see the two's reaction to the accident in the show. But we'll just go headcanon-ing for this one. In my opinion, Tucker would be the quietest he's ever been. He's shown to cower and close up when bad things happen (when he's actually aware of said things). I think Sam would be the one screaming. I think she'd be screaming and crying and just let her emotional state consume her until her friend wakes up.

That's it for now 👀 count on more text posts in the future tho