#granpa clockwork

[azulhood]

I've read a lot of DP/DC crossovers where Clockwork is Kronos.

I haven't seen one where Clockwork just wants to spend time with his granddaughter.

Like imagine Clockwork deciding to reconnect with his living family and just shows up at a league meeting.

Cue everyone freaking out.

And Danny trusts Clockwork not to do anything bad so he's just vibin in Amity Park with absolutely no idea what's going on until the league call for help.

Justice league: We need your help fighting him.

Danny seeing that it's Clockwork: Oh him! Nah, he's cool.

Meanwhile Diana has to deal with a dead time god trying to bond with her.

I could totally see Clockwork showing up at her workplace in human form just to take her to lunch.

[flamingpudding]

How to human

Nightwing was sure he was being watched. He had been in the hero business long enough to recognize that feeling. The little irk, whisper in the back of your mind and the little hairs standing up. He was being watched. A part of him felt honored. He had gotten a little stalker like Tim had been to Bruce once. So, on some days, he made sure to do some extra flips and air acrobatics. No, he wasn't showing off to watchfull eyes, shut up little wing. But whenever he turned to the direction he felt eyes on him, he found nothing. He was worried that he was getting as paranoid as Bruce, but at the same time, he swore that someone had started watching him during his patrols, especially whenever he was in Gotham.

Red Hood grew more and more frustrated as the days passed. This wasn't his first time dealing with little stalker but usually, the street kids of crime alley knew when and when not to follow him around. The kid that was currently following him? The little shit was reckless af. Red Hood going to bust a drug deal? He felt that freaking kids eyes on him. Getting into a fight that ends with a shot out? That little shit was still there watching instead of leaving. But the kid was good, Hood had to admit that. Whenever he turned to scowl the little shit, they were gone. They avoided him the moment he puts his attention on them. But just the kid wait, he will get them one of these days. He was not having as much fun as his brother with his little stalker.

Spoiler preened at the attention she was getting. She had a little stalker! Not Red, not Orphan, not Signal, not Robin but her! She had a stalker of her own. Like Nightwing and Red Hood! There was a little kid interested in her and following her around during patrols. She probably shouldn't, but she did end up teasing the other about it. It most likely wasn't good either, considering all the things that could happen during their patrols. But aside from that it was an interesting feeling to have a little shadow that somehow can avade you. Just like Nightwing and Red Hood whenever she turned around or tried to actively look for her little stalker there was no one. But she knew the kid was there. Compared to the idiot boys Spoiler had gotten some cookies from Agent A to lure out her little shadow. Saddly the kid had been a no show but they did take the cookies when she had looked away for a moment. And a giggle told her that they liked them. She was at least making process in getting to k ow her stalker.

Danny, Dan and Ellie, after decades of having lived among ghosts in the ghost zone when realizing they didn't age like their human family, ended up spit back out to the mortal realm. (Clockwork had gotten fessed up with the Phantom trio and decided HE needed a vacation from them and Frostbite mentioned sending them to the morals would be good for their halfa health. So the decision was made pretty quickly, let the humans deal withvthe ghost kids for a while. He will force the trenchcoat magican, that liked to poke around too much, to check up on them sometimes.) The problem was, they kind of forgot how to be human. So what did they do? Follow around the one human that caught their attention and learn how to human again from them. To bad that the humans that caught their attention happened to be vigilantes and they only ever seemed to be the most interesting when they dress up at night.

[livannasalinger]

DP prompt

Post PD, Ghost's attacks are decreasing (not non-existent, but far fewer and less destructive). Sam, Tucker and even the A listers are curious about the reason for this.

The thing is, the attacks have lessened, but now, when they do appear, they're being a different kind of weird. Especially around Danny. Danny, for his part, doesn't notice anything too unusual. Are they weird? It seems that after Pariah Dark they had a looooong discussion, and some misunderstandings (like the fact that he's a ghost baby and that when going through the portal, they're basically passing through his grave without permission) were cleared up, therefore things got better.

This makes perfect sense to Danny.

His friends think there's something else at stake.

Basically: Danny has become prince/king of the Ghost Zone, and is being secretly  trained to be the king, just that it's a secret only to Danny since no one made it clear and Danny never notice because he thinks he's just doing some favors for (granpa!) clockwork or playing with Cujo and the rest of the Rogues, and who wouldn't want to learn from Frostbite about the ghost version of first aid and such? Or training with Pandora who is as cool as Wonder Woman? Nocturne, after all the spectacle, now admire the space with him and even gives him a mantle with stars and everything. And if he sees a strange ghost every now and then who teaches random facts about the Infinit Realms (such as its creation and how the dimension works), well, they are very interesting stories ok?

Also: for some reason, the entire class, minus Danny, is taken to some random place in the Zone. Sam, Tucker and Val having to take charge of the situation to get the class back safely. Danny, discovering this, goes in search of them. What can happen until Danny finds them?

[disrespectfullcalum]

Walk the line (Part 1/?)

Word count: 1,387 (i think at least)

Warnings: mentioning of a bad breakup, some name-calling

Summary: Being the granddaughter of Peggy Carter, you always try to stay away from spotlight. The lure of Hydra is still out in the world, but you get away from it whenever you work at that small diner a few blocks from the Avengers tower. You even befriend one particularly nice customer and let him help you with your language essays for college. But what are you going to do when your family name collides with reality and you finally realise what past is behind those sad eyes and shy smile from your favourite customer?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

A/N: Oh god. Okay. So this is the first time I’m actually putting out some writing out here (like one that will actually go on for more than just a simple imagine) and I just hope I do it justice. Cause I read so much amazing fanfiction and ugh I just really hope you like it! Any input about this is very much welcome. Also, this wasn’t edited or anything. Whoopsies. And it’s gonna turn into a series, so stay tuned!

MASTERPOST

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine

I keep my eyes wide open all the time

You hummed along to Johnny Cash as he played discreetly in the background. The plates in your hands were filled with fries and burgers as you navigated through the tables of the small diner you were working at. Friday nights were always pretty packed as it was the evening with that ridiculous amount of discount on the whole menu and also many couples made it their date night. You didn’t really mind though because it meant no sitting around, waiting for the diner to fill and also – more tips. Something no student would ever say no to! With a smile, you put the plates down onto the table in front of an elderly couple who came in regularly. The sight of them always warmed your heart because the both of them dressed up and just looked still so much in love with each other. “Thank you, darling” She said and patted your arm lightly. “It’s no problem. Enjoy your evening.” The smile on your face was absolutely genuine as you walked back to the bar. The woman reminded you a lot of your own grandma who used to love the jazz and swing music playing at the diner just as much as you.

A small tear formed in the corner of your eye. Her funeral had only been half a year ago but you still missed her like hell. Gran had raised you mostly while your parents worked all over the globe, protecting as many people as possible from danger as she would always tell you. Her and granpa both had shaped you in a lot of ways – one being that you were very independent and could absolutely stand up for yourself and others. That was something both of them encouraged as well as you being able to defend yourself, both mentally and physically. Grandpa used to tell you stories about how his wife used to fight off the bad guys in a cute petticoat and heels, all the while her lipstick absolutely staying in place. It had obviously enamoured him and you adored the both of them together. His death a few years ago had taken a toll on both you and your grandma. She started to slightly get worse and worse mentally and it even got to the point where she didn’t really get the difference between her memories and the reality anymore.

“Are you trying to drown it in milk?” The deep voice made you jump slightly but you recognized it almost immediately. Chuckling, you put the box of milk down and turned to the left where a brown-haired guy sat in his usual spot. “James, you can’t always creep up on me like this.” You really tried to sound accusing but your voice gave it away, the sight of the man just making your evening a bit better. Returning the chuckle, he raised his hands in defeat and shook his head slightly. “I just wanted to save that poor milkshake from being absolutely watered down – or should I say milked down.” His cheeky comment made you grunt in response while you took a glass out of the shelf behind you and poured some coke into it. “Your humour really doesn’t get any better, does it? I take it’s gonna be the usual – big burger, not so many fries and absolutely no pickles or tomatoes.” James simply grinned in response and took the glass out of your hands.

Much like the elderly couple, James was a regular at the diner. He would come in every Friday like clockwork and sometimes also under the week. As you worked nearly every day at the diner, you got to know him a bit during those few hours every week. Sometimes, he would even help you with your work for college. It had surprised you, to be completely honest, that he actually spoke fluent Russian and German – there weren’t too many Americans who could do that. And as you were studying languages in combination with business studies, it could only help you to have someone actually understand those articles you had to read. On a few occasions, he had even taken some of your essays with him and brought them back corrected. But you didn’t just take from him or used him for his language skills, he also got a nice amount of discount on all meals and drinks out of it.

“What can I say? It gets better with age.” He finally responded to your comment on his humour but you only shook your head. For such a good-looking man, he could really behave like a child sometimes. But you didn’t really mind that because from what you had learned over the months, he did not have the best life. He wouldn’t talk about it, always brushing it off just like the question why he always showed up here alone. It couldn’t really get into your head how such an attractive man managed to not have any dates. Like, ever. When you asked him about the last date he had, he simply said that if felt like nearly a century ago. He never really asked too much about you as well. On one of the quieter nights, it had been just you, James, and another co-worker at the diner. As there was nothing else to do with the kitchen all cleaned up and all the office work done, your co-worker went home early. When you said that that was absolutely fine, James wondered if you didn’t have any boyfriend to go home to. You had simply snorted in response and shook your head bitterly.

The concept of relationships had never really worked for you. Or rather, it was the boys you had dated that didn’t work for you. Most of them thought that you were a girl easily controlled and willing to do anything they wanted but you quickly showed them the opposite. There had also been just complete douchebags as usual on college campus, but the last relationship had been the worst one yet. Not during it, but afterwards. You had dated that guy for nearly two years, even moved in with him at some point and everything seemed absolutely fine. But then you went abroad for one semester, wanting to actually put your language skills to test and living in Germany for six months. The first few weeks had been alright, you talked on the phone a lot and tried to see each other via Skype at least once a week. But then college got intense for you, you started to having to work really hard to actually understand everything while simultaneously trying to experience as much of Europe as possible. And he started to call less, your texting got less frequent, the Skype calls getting postponed every time. You felt him slipping away and that was when you made your decision to break up. This clearly didn’t work over distance and as you talked on the phone about it, he seemed to understand. He even said that that was probably for the best and they could still try to remain friends when you came back.

Not even one week later you found yourself crying in your bedroom. He had called you a slut, a whore and even worse things in front of your friends back in America and even put up a poster with your face on it on campus with those words on it. He called you drunk once and accused you of cheating multiple times, he even told you that he did it. More than once. You didn’t tell James all of that in complete detail, but it was enough to ensure him that dating was not on your priority list at the moment. You had been working on your German essay that evening and could feel him looking at you. When you glanced up, his eyes held an emotion you couldn’t really place. “You’ll find someone, Y/N. I’m sure there’s someone out there to sweep you off your feet.”

[flamingpudding]

All right you got my creative juices running with part five of Klarion is Dan yes the first series I ever came to you with

To find him Klarion isn't the only one living in the DC dimension in like the word of protective mother Danny is he sent one of clarion's older siblings to go with him Larsal/Lassie

She was one of the clone children that was created long before Danny knew that was trying to clone him she was one of the first failures

She doesn't really have a physical form as much she is more of like a big pit of water that has like a spiritual like form like Dr Fate

She hates Vlad so much that the entire League of assassins who's also hit him even though they don't know who he is but know that Danny got from Clockwork was about her and visiting

Klarion knows about the quote as the same thing last knows about him being a villain they keep each other secrets cuz they know they make Mom disappointed

When they do have somewhat of a physical form it's a cowgirl with a horse made entirely of Lazarus Pits

Along with that Vlad making surprise visit after feeling someone's littering his name more than usual it's like a call about anytime he knows his children or Daniel is talking about him

Also Batman's freaking out after I think that one of Danny's kids is such a little hater that they made a cult just despite their father which makes the Justice League think Vlad really that bad

This is just the funny idea and I know it's not a good prompt I'm still trying to think of more sorry

Oh I love this! Thanks you!

This is going to be fun in a way I hope! Enjoy~

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Danny barely avoided getting questioned further about his relation to Vlad when he noticed the green post-it note and made a grab for it. "Oh would you look at that! Pop is sending us a message!"

Okay maybe he said that louder than necessary but he needed to change the topic. He didn't need more people on to torment the fruitloop. His own kids were already giving the man enough grief as it was. He didn't need distant cousins or an entire hero society of another dimension coming after the fruitloop too. Not that he would mind that much but some mercy towards the redeemed man would probably be appropriated.

Either way Danny focused his attention on the note only half heartedly listening as Klarion continued his family tree explanation to his little hero friends. He blinked at the note several times before laughing happily. "Would you look at that! Lassie is going to come by! Your Granpa Clock is giving us a heads up, so I can prepare a fresh batch of ectoplasm for her to stay healthy!"

Whatever Klarion was explaining right now was abandoned as he sat up straight. "Lassie is coming too?"

"Well of course she is." Danny hummed happily, thankful for the chance of seeing both his kids that liked to life in the same dimension.

"Lassie?" Red Robin piped up questioning. Oh looks like this is one of Klarions siblings they hadn't gotten to yet regarding explanations.

"Yes my fourth oldest but unofficial second oldest." Danny nodded with a proud mother smile on his face. "She lives in this dimension too to keep an eye on Klarion so he would stay safe and dosen't over do it."

Klarion on the other hand groaned. "I don't need Lassie to baby sit me!"

"Klarion, sweety you were new to the whole living alone in another dimension thing. You spent the longest in FarFrozen and the Ghost Zone with me because of your destabilisation." Danny reprimanded him softly and the teen heroes snickered behind Klarions back to which the witch boy turned to glare at them with a greenish blush across his cheeks.

"So what does that sister of yours look like?" Impulse asked to change the topic and because he took a bit of pity on Klarion for the way his Mom was apparently embarrassing the witch boy. His question resulted in Klarion flipping though the photo album before stopping at an image of Klarion next to a pit of green something. Impulse arched an eyebrow and was about to comment when he got pushed roughly to the side by Red Robin.

"THAT'S A LAZARUS PIT!"

The way Batman's chair clattered to the ground as the man stood up looked every bit like he was going to rush over to the teens spoke for the shock that Red Robin shout had caused. The Ghost King and Klarion on the other hand looked rather calm as they barely reacted to the shout and Danny even motioned to Batman to sit back down again, as the chair that fell rightened itself again.

"Calm down. Lassie is a good child. She wouldn't hurt a fly." Danny told them smiling, not realising that both Batman and Red Robin were giving him increadulous looks behind their mask.

"A.... good child?" Batman repeated his slowly his voice even more tinged with his usual gruff gravel in a way that both Superman and Wonder Woman side eyed him worried while Flash snacked on a pack of melon flavoured ships he snacked from a table.

"She doesn't have a physical body, that is why she is relying on the pits of natural ectoplasm your dimension has. There was a little problem with her physical form and we just couldn't restore it and she refuses to get a unoccupied clone body like Klarion has." Danny explained further not minding the stares he or Klarion were getting.

"Pits of natural ectoplasm?" Batman reiterated, his tone clearly questioning, to which Danny only blinked a couple of times surprised. "I thought your dimension knew what they were? Sure the way you guys use them is strange and Lassie did sound a bit concerned when she told me about it but I didn't think you guys weren't aware what they were."

"No that is not...." Red Robin started but then but himself of as he turned around hurriedly in a defensive position as he noticed someone coming in through the window. He wasn't the only one. All the heroes reacted as one at the new presence, however what they didn't expect was a member of the League of Assassins blinking up at them stunned after climbing in through the window lifting their hands palm up in a gesture of peace.

"Woah hey there calm down! Klarion what the fuck? Why are there so many heroes in your Apartment?" The LoA member spoke up and all eyes turned to Klarion who instead only deadpanned. "I told you Mom was visiting to meet my 'friends'"

"Lassie, what did I tell you about possessing bodies?" The Ghost King piped up in a disapproving tone and they heard the distinctive tone of someone knocking their head against the table, probably Constantine.

"Sorry Mom but there are not Pits of ectoplasm near baby brother I could use to form a body." The LoA member, apparently possessed by Klarion's elder sister replied sheepishly. To say Red Robin was weirded out was an understatement. Usually if he encountered LoA members they were aggressive and most likely there to take him or one of his siblings out.

"That's an League of Assasin member...." He muttered under his breath to which said member laughed. "This guy was the closest to me to use for the moment. Don't worry I will release him later and he won't even remember a thing. I got my little sheep's well trained."

"Little sheep's?" Wonder Girl repeated a hand on her hip as she stared sceptically, to which Klarion face palmed and muttered a low "Sis shut up...."

"No Lassie, don't shut up." Danny intone from the kitchen table he was still sitting at with the other adults, his head was now resting on his hand as he stared at his two kids who visibly flinched.

The LoA member, possessed by Klarions sister, scratched the back of is head nervously as they faced the Ghost King. "Ah Mom, uhm hehe you know funny story..."

The heroes were pretty sure that the room had gotten several degrees colder and they weren't sure if that was because of the mood of a parent about to interrogate their child or because of the Ghost Kings power. (At a later time Constantine swore it were the Ghost Kings powers.) There was a awkward moment of silence the heroes weren't sure if they should be present for that or not especially when Danny stood up and walked over to the teens.

On reflex Wonder Girl, Superboy, Impulse and Red Robin made room for Danny to walk past them as they watched on torn between curiosity and pity, because clearly Klarion and his sister Lassie must have done something they weren't supposed to do. And honestly they were more curious what they did, after all the Ghost King hadn't been that faced when it got revealed that Klarion was more of a Villain than a Hero to them.

"Lassie, what did you do?" The teen heroes couldn't see Danny's face but from the tone they had a feeling that Danny was arching an eyebrow at his children.

Lassie laughed awkwardly once more. "So... you know how grandma Pandora kind of thought us about how our own emotion can influence those around us exposed to our ectoplasm over a long period of time?"

"Lassie..."

"I might have raised something akin to a cult on accident and passed on my personal grudge and hate towards the fruitloop along to them and they might now have the subconscious drill of attack on sight if Vlad ever makes an appearance in this dimension...." The LoA member slowly spoke up which had several of the adult heroes blinking in disbelief.

Batman especially was in shock of hearing about this since had the most interaction with this 'cult' as apparently one of the Ghost Kings children liked to call the League of Assassins. The bat suit wearing hero was about to interject and ask more but stopped when the Ghost King let out a suffering sigh like the most tired parent in existence. "And you didn't think about telling me this sooner because?"

"We don't like to disappoint you Mom." The two children of the Ghost King replied simultaneously like one united front. Danny in response gave his kids a light chuckle. But before Danny could go on any further Red Robin decided it was probably a good time to interject and remind the Ghost King of their presence.

"I got a question if you don't mind..." He lifted his hand like he was in school as he pulled the attention towards him. His curiosity won over his caution of the situation. "Klarion if the Lazarus Pits are actually 'ectoplasm' as you mentioned before, and are largely influenced by your sisters emotion. What happens to guy that bath regularly in them or someone that got thrown in there and game back out rage filled?"

"Red Robin!" Batman call out reprimanding instantly knowing where Red Robins line of question was going.

The possessed LoA member on the other hand blinked at them before scratching their head sheepishly. "I think I know who your talking about. I am still sorry about that second guy. When he got dunked into my ectoplasm, I kinda just came back from a visit home and had a bad fight with Vlad and was especially rage filled towards him."

"So does that mean...?" Red Robin inquired further ignoring Batman's silent glare towards him for even bringing these questions up and just as Lassie was about to answer Danny interjected.

"Lassie, go fix your cult." Another green note at materialised out of nowhere and had fluttered in the air before him and caused the Ghost King to face palm the moment he read it's context.

"Mom?" Both Klarion and Lassie asked with a shared worried glance.

"Vlad has come into the dimension for some reasons and is currently getting chased down by your cult."

There was a stunned silence after which Klarion and Lassie, in the body of the LoA member, broke out laughing hysterically which only caused Danny to lightly glare at his children. Meanwhile the teen heroes weren't sure if they should feel sorry for the old man called Vlad but considering all the red flags they had picked up from what Klarion told them, they felt a little like the man deserved that.

The adults on the other hand felt slightly torn, well mostly Batman. It was clear that this Vlad was a bigger threat than both Klarion and the Ghost King were making him out to be, considering the entire existence of the Lazarus Pits hated that man. But on the other hand as heroes they probably should feel obligated to help the man especially if, according to the Ghost Kings words, he was currently gotten chased in their dimension by the League of Assassins.

Danny on the other hand never felt more like a tired mother than he did right now. Sure he knew about his unofficial second oldest hatred towards Vlad but this certainly was a new level of hate. Especially since she apparently 'accidentally' (he doesn't by that at all) raised an entire cult that subconsciously hated him too.