#i technically could just blow them all up in nasty burger just without the added 'cheating' thing. however. thats boring.

[starry-bi-sky]

For the Danyal Al Ghul AU: How would Danyal react to other canon events like when Sam wishes she never met Danny, Tucker wishes for powers, the christmas episode, or other DP canon events?

(Also, I assume Danyal's cover is blown by the reality Gaunlet event.)

Ohooho I love this question. So im only gonna respond to the episodes you mentioned, since it's been a while since i actually watched the show and I don't remember all the episodes. And also since I don't remember them fully, I'm gonna get details wrong. I am fine with that, it still gets the gist down lol. I've got the tvtropes recap page pulled up, so i'll be using that to try and hit the major points it mentions.

So, Memory Blank! Man I've thought about that one, and its the one I'm frankly most excited to answer because it gets to show just how much of a positive impact being friends with Sam and Tucker had on Danyal. So where to start? Their fight goes differently than in canon, but I'm going to start from after Sam makes her wish.

Firstly; she and Tucker are friends, but the two of them are not friends with Danny. He's on his own. In this au, the three of them became friends when they were 11 and Danny's been in Amity Park for about a year.

They met in the beginning with Sam trying to befriend him at first because she realized that they shared similar ideals on environmentalism, but he rebuffed her pretty harshly due to a combination of grief over leaving his home, trying to process the fact that he can never return and will never see his brother again or meet his father, and just plain League arrogance lmao. He really hated being in Amity Park just in general because it wasn't his home and it was the city too.

So he was really rather unapproachable in the beginning. People kept a pretty wide berth of him due to Fenton association and his own vibes.

But Danny's still a kid, and they want socialization with their peers. At 11 he didn't have any friends, and was frankly quite lonely. He decided to approach Sam and Tucker after deeming them "acceptable allies", although Sam wasn't really interested at first up until he did the equivalent of apologizing. Tucker warmed up first afterwards, but Sam really wasn't too far behind.

So thats how they became friends, post-wish though? Lets say that Sam didn't accept the apology and rebuffed Danny, and kinda intimidated Tucker into doing the thing. Danyal closed down, backed off, and then never approached them again because he decided right then and there he wasn't going to chase it. Wasn't worth his effort or time.

Then he just. never approached another person after that because he didn't want to get rebuffed again (he wouldn't admit that it hurt a bit), and he could already tell his efforts wouldn't work. He turned his attention to other stuff. In this timeline it wasn't too difficult to find him at events dedicated to combatting climate change, deforestation, light pollution, animal cruelty, etc. the LOA is an environmentalist group, after all. They just also happen to be eco-fascist assassins-for-hire.

In summary, Sam and Tucker helped Danyal realize the flaws in some of the League's beliefs (the fascism) to the point where he could deconstruct it on his own. Being friends with them made him realize that, frankly, genocide was not the answer to environmental equilibrium, and that the people outside of the League had lives worth living. They also helped quell his arrogance, and just in general influenced him to become kinder even if it doesn't look like that all the time to other people. Sam and Tucker make him laugh, and smile, and just happy.

OG Danyal: wears pretty casual teen clothes. More punky-aesthetic. Has multiple ear piercings. These were self-done. Will have a lip piercing by the time he reunites with Damian, mark my words. Can and will wear muscle tees. Makes puns, jokes, is generally sassy with his friends. Can, will, and has climbed shit he shouldn't be because he enjoys the challenge of scaling a building. It's also very funny seeing Tucker and Sam reenact the "Gregory! HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE?!" meme. Still has a questionable moral compass, but like, he's not an eco-fascist.

This Timeline Danyal: dresses much more sophisticated; dark academia vibe. Closed off, cold. Is 2x more likely to kill someone than OG Danyal, who was frankly, pr kosher with murder already but only if he deemed it extremely necessary. Still an eco-fascist.

Danyal without Sam and Tucker? Still believes in the teachings of the League because he has not been really challenged on them. In fact, he has doubled down on it, actually. Living in the city, growing up estranged and ostracized by his peers, has only strengthened his resolve that all of humanity minus the league (and the Fentons) deserves to be wiped out. He is disgusted by the people around him and desperately wants to go home, even more than the last timeline. The only reason he hasn't is for Damian's sake, but he's been checking in with mother whenever she visits and asking to find a way to come home. She's been steadily wearing down on it; her child is miserable here.

This version of Danyal should not have powers, and is, essentially on the fast track of rejoining the league -- doubly so when he hears Damian is living with father. Clearly it's safe enough for him to be with father, if mother allowed it, and father has become safe enough for Damian to live there. Good. With the threat of two heirs being in the League gone, Danny can return with Mother's permission. And. he probably takes Jazz (and the Fenton parents) with him. Forcibly if he has to.

So Sam has her work cut out for her here, a lot more than in canon, because even when she does tell him that they used to be friends in another timeline, and he believes it, he is not going to give a shit. Clearly they were not as good of friends as she thought they were, if she had wished they never met in the first place. Good riddance, then. This Danny is cold, incredibly hurt, and very closed off.

He is a cave wall in comparison to the Danny Sam knew, and talking to him feels like walking into one. Because he is looking at her with just utter disgust and disdain, keeping a distance like he is revolted by her presence and allergic to her and everyone else's touch.

Which really, really fucking hurts when she knows that in their last timeline, he would actively seek out her and Tucker's company and affection. Sam could read her best friend like an open book, and now its like she's trying to read one in another language she barely speaks. This boy used to smile at her, he used to laugh at Tucker's jokes, and he was so passionate about the things he enjoyed. Now he looks at her like he wants nothing more than for her to drop dead on the spot.

It hurts even more knowing that her last words to her Danny were the words, 'some days i wish we never met'; the way he looked at her afterwards haunts her. For a split second, he looked completely crushed and heartbroken, before his entire body language and expression shut off and he totally closed down on her.

Because by this point in his friendship with her and Tucker, he's told them, he has told them, in a very intimate moment of vulnerability, that they are one of the best things that's happened in his life -- right there alongside the day he first met his baby brother. They are very important to him, and he has finally felt comfortable enough with telling them. There's not a day that goes by that he isn't grateful for their friendship.

So to hear Sam say that some days she wishes they never met? well. That breaks his heart. Just- just a little bit. Sam regrets it the moment it leaves her mouth, and she immediately tries to apologize, but Danny immediately spits back; "Well. I hope you get your wish." and then stalks off.

I'm warring with myself here trying to decide whether or not this new timeline Danyal is at a "point of no return", where nothing Sam says is going to make him attempt to reignite that friendship. Clearly that will end badly anyways, if this is the result of that friendship. He's cut all ties from these people; he feels no prerogative to fix things she broke.

Like, the version of Danyal I'm thinking of here has no close bonds with anyone in the city sans Jazz -- and she? has her own life outside of Danny. She is not his keeper, not his caretaker, and certainly not his therapist. (which i have beef about too, considering how she gets boiled down to 'therapist with no life of her own' but im not going into that.) She has some influence on him, but frankly not enough to really make him challenge his beliefs. Danny cares about her that, if he returns to the league, she is coming with him. Or at the very least, will be spared from the League's goals.

Mmmm. I can't make it a total point of no return though. Sam's very stubborn, and she knows Danny. And while this Danny is still very different, he is still Danny. She'll try and befriend him insistently in a way that might annoy him, but at least not push him away further.

(Tucker, meanwhile, is just soo confused about Sam's very random, very abrupt switch up. Cuz girl he thought you hated this guy? Why are you suddenly trying to get all buddy-buddy with the terrifying Fenton kid. Have you been possessed? Is this some kind of crisis?)

(Sam drags Tucker into befriending Danny because he is the only person she knows that can get him to belly laugh. Tucker is mildly terrified but going along with it.)

Anyways this does end with Sam befriending Danny, or at least getting him to like her long enough that he'll pick up a ghost weapon and face off against Desiree. There's no way in hell he's walking into that portal, that last timeline might have been a 1/billionth chance of it happening and he's not dying for the chance to get powers. And frankly with his training -- which he's probably kept up with even more than the old timeline because he had no one to spend his time with -- he doesn't really need them to be good at fighting them. Just show him how to ghost proof a weapon and he'll handle the rest from there.

But Sam does end up undoing the wish and getting back to her own original timeline in the end. It's the morning after her fight, and the literal first thing she does that morning is get her shoes on and fucking sprriiint to the fenton house. Bursts into tears when she sees Danny and apologizes over and over again. She swears she didn't mean any of it, and to please believe her, and Desiree's still loose and they need to stop her, and she's had the worst time.

She does tell him about the other timeline she just went through, and she hopes that, if it still exists, that that Danyal manages to find friends in the Sam and Tucker there after this. And if not them, then anyone.

Danny's still pretty hurt by what she said, it cut really deep, but he forgives her.

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Tucker getting his powers! Frankly things gooo... relatively the same as canon, I think? Actually, no. Danny probably figures out the whole Genie "i wish you would go back into your lamp" thing faster than canon danny since he's not a C student lmao. TV.Tropes doesn't give me too much specifics for a recap on the plot, so we're gonna wing it. For the plot I'm going to say that Tucker gets his powers before Danny figures out the "i wish" thing, which happens relatively quickly.

Danny tries to be... rather supportive of his friend getting powers? Especially since, in comparison to Danny, it was rather painless. However, he's also very suspicious. He doesn't trust the source of Tucker's powers, and warns him to be careful and to let Danny know if he feels off in anyway.

Tucker does end up helping Danny a few times, but the quick progression of his powers and Tucker's willingness to use them more often than not worries him. He reminds him a handful of times that Tucker shouldn't rely on his powers to help -- not even Danny does that. He prefers to use his weapons and martial arts to fight instead. Tucker doesn't listen.

And they end up fighting anyways. Things get resolved, everything turns out okay!

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Christmas episode straight up just. doesn't happen. Danyal doesn't care enough about the Fenton arguing or about Christmas to be upset about said arguing. He thinks its really childish, but he's not a grinch about all of it.

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Okay it wasn't explicitly mentioned but i have thought about TUE. And I'm trying to think how that would go because it's the result of Danny getting his hands on the math answers and cheating. Which Danyal would not do.

And someone mentioned in the comments on my ao3 under the oneshots there that TUE might just straight up not happen. Which makes sense, Danyal is so different from canon that things don't have to always happen like it did in canon. So that's something I need to chew about, cuz if it does happen, then I'm going to figure out a different way for it to.

[sylvanfreckles]

Where Do You Think You’re Going (Whumptober 2020)

Serious warnings for physical, mental, emotional, and verbal abuse. Food is also used to control someone. John Winchester is not a nice person.

This is written new for Whumptober 2020, but is technically a prequel to the Whumptober 2018 fic I’ve been writing (Time for Whump, Boys - Chapter Four)

Summary: (set before season one) "But there was something about tonight, something about the endless hunger and fear and pain and loneliness that just broke him down." When Sam leaves for Stanford, Dean is left alone to face the rage that has overcome their father.

The carpet in the hotel room was thin, like a piece of felt glued to concrete instead of anything with actual cushion or padding. The walls were unyielding, the stained paper a testament to the years this place had been left to rot. The heater barely spluttered out enough warm air to keep the temperature tolerable.

Dean sat against the wall, knees hugged to his chest, staring up at the ceiling and trying to will himself to fall asleep. He didn't want to look down at the pair of double beds. One held their gear from the last hunt...the other held Dad.

It was his own fault, anyway. If he hadn't screwed up on the hunt, if he hadn't almost let the thing get away, if he hadn't taken so much time to do one simple task he could have been curled up in a bed right now instead of exiled to sit on the floor. Fitting punishment, Dad said, and Dad had to be right, right? John Winchester was quite possibly the best hunter in the country, and if he said Dean screwed up and needed to be taught a lesson, again, then Dean would shut up and learn it.

He stared blearily at the clock. Sometimes he wished things could just go back to the way they were, back before Sammy had left them, back before his dad was was so twisted up with rage. But that was useless. A pipe dream. Why would Sammy ever come back after Dean had driven him away? If he'd just done his freaking job, just looked after his brother, just done enough then Sammy wouldn't have left. His father wouldn't be so angry. They could be together, like before.

Dean flinched as he accidentally brushed a hand against his side. There was undoubtedly a set of nasty bruises forming there—though at least Dad hadn't been wearing his steel toe boots, so Dean's ribs weren't busted this time. His side was throbbing and hot to the touch, and despite the coolness of the wound he longed to get a cold compress.

The ice bucket was right there, on the little hotel dresser. He was encouraged to treat his own wounds—hell, expected to treat his own wounds. It wouldn't count as discipline if Dad patched him up after every punishment, after all.

He had long ago given up on trying to get Dad to stop. For a while he'd thought that maybe it was just a phase, maybe if Dad got all the anger and grief out they could go back to the way things were. Every punch or kick, every blow of the belt across Dean's back—they were all supposed to be steps back to normalcy. Somehow, though, the well of rage inside John Winchester just never seemed to end. It wasn't getting better as time passed, it was getting worse.

Or...or he was getting worse. Maybe that was it. Maybe he just hadn't noticed how poorly he was performing in hunts these days, all because he was too selfish to think beyond himself. He hadn't tried hard enough to keep Sammy with the family, and he obviously wasn't trying hard enough now to be any real help to Dad.

Dean quietly climbed to his feet. The ice machine wasn't too far away, so he wouldn't even need his shoes for the short trip. Dad made a noise in his sleep when Dean picked up the bucket, but it seemed like the older man was still deeply asleep. That was when Dean saw the handful of change John had left on the dresser next to the ice bucket.

He hesitated. He hadn't eaten anything for dinner—hadn't been allowed dinner, food wasn't so plentiful they could just waste it if he wasn't pulling his weight. It had seemed all right at the time, with the fading adrenaline from the hunt, the burn of humiliation as his father outlined everything he'd done wrong, then the pain of discipline he hadn't had much appetite then. But now...now Dean's stomach rumbled at the thought of food. There was a vending machine next to the ice machine. Surely Dad wouldn't miss a dollar or two. Just for a granola bar, not anything as extravagant as candy. He'd even eat it outside so the rustle of the wrapper wouldn't wake his father.

He carefully picked through the change on the dresser. One dollar and fifty cents, that would be more than enough for a granola bar from the vending machine. He could eat it right there, while the ice bucket was filling up. That wouldn't even take any extra time.

Dean had slipped the change into his pocket and had just put his hand to the door when a gruff voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Where do you think you're going?” John's voice was thick with sleep, whiskey, and anger.

Dean swallowed. “Just to get s-some ice,” he replied, holding up the ice bucket.

John made an angry sound, practically a growl deep in his throat, and threw back the blankets to stalk over to Dean. “You were running,” he said.

“No, sir,” Dean shrank back against the door, ice bucket held in front of him like a shield. “J-just ice. You said-”

“Don't tell me what I said!” John roared. He snatched the ice bucket away from Dean and hurled it across the room, then tangled his fingers in the collar of his son's shirt to slam him against the door. The hand dug into the small of Dean's back, no doubt adding to the bruising there. “You're lying to me.”

Dean shook his head frantically. Lying was wrong, almost as bad as screwing up on a hunt. Lying was what made your brother leave and your father angry. “I'm not,” he protested weakly.

Dad backhanded him, adding to the bruises on his face from earlier. “Pockets,” John hissed.

With trembling hands Dean pulled out the change he'd taken. The quarters and nickels winked accusingly in the faint light of the hotel room. It was stupid. He shouldn't have taken it. He'd just been so hungry.

Dad grabbed his wrist and wrenched his hand up to study the money more closely. “So you're stealing again.”

He broke down. “I'm sorry,” he whispered as Dad wrenched his hand even higher, until his wrist was screaming under the strain. “I was just hungry.”

“Hungry?” John's eyes were cold, unreadable. “Fine.” He released Dean, the change scattering around the room, and stalked over to the trash can that sat between the beds. Dean knew what he was getting, but that didn't make his stomach revolt any less when John shoved the half-eaten burger at him. “Eat, then, Dean. Eat if you're hungry.”

It had been sitting there over twenty-four hours now. When Dad had brought it in it had been a juicy bacon cheeseburger, the kind that Dean used to crave. John had eaten most of that burger, and what was left was a greasy, congealed mess in a soggy bun. Dad had left it sitting out while they were getting information, and when they'd come back to the hotel to prepare for the hunt he'd torn a strip off of Dean for not making sure the leftovers were properly refrigerated.

There was no excuse. He should have seen it, should have paid more attention to what his father was eating and if there was anything leftover. If he'd put it away like he should, his dad might have something better than a half-rotten burger to offer him now.

“I thought you were hungry,” John said. His voice was dark and rough with anger. “Were you lying?”

Dean swallowed. He could try to stomach the burger, and probably be punished again for wasting food when it came back up. Or...or he could skip that discomfort and face his punishment for lying. Again. Obviously he wasn't hungry enough if he was turning his nose up to food his father was offering him.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered, not daring to look John in the eye.

With a growl, his father held the remains of the burger closer to Dean's face and squeezed it until the rancid grease ran out between his fingers. “You're sneaking out in the middle of the night,” the older man began. “Stealing from me. Lying to me. Refusing the food I provide. Am I forgetting anything?”

Dean shook his head, tears welling in his eyes. Why hadn't he just gotten the ice? Dad might have let him get the ice. If he hadn't taken the change, he wouldn't have sparked so much anger in the older man.

“Shirt off,” John commanded. He wiped his greasy hand on the hotel comforter and starting sliding his belt through the loops in his pants. “On your knees.”

He was already complying. It was harder to pull his T-shirt off with how sore his ribs were, but he managed to do it before his father strode over to help him. If he made Dad tear his T-shirt taking it off that would just be wasting more resources...it was bad enough he couldn't even build enough muscle to wear the same size clothes as his father. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, folding over to offer the best surface area for his father to work with.

John was always thorough, brutal, and efficient. He knew exactly how many blows would leave his son bleeding, shaken, and on the brink of passing out without actually beating him unconscious. Dean was fighting down the nausea from the pain—and nausea on an empty stomach just wasn't fair—when his father finally stopped and tossed the belt aside.

“Pack up,” John sneered. “We're leaving in an hour.”

Dean blinked up at him. “N-now?”

“I ain't getting back to sleep after this, boy!” John roared. Dean flinched back, expecting another blow. When it didn't come he risked another glance up, to see his father sitting down on the edge of his bed to pull his boots on. “Need to head to Riddle next. Tonight was a shitshow, but at least I found the sons of bitches.”

Dean nodded, keeping his eyes on the floor again. He flinched when John's booted feet hit the floor. “One hour,” the older man warned before stalking out the door, keys in hand.

With shaking hands, Dean followed his father's orders. The weapons had to be reassembled and packed away, ammo stored in the right cases, evidence of their presence scrubbed away. He pulled his own meager possessions out of the dresser to stuff in his tattered duffle bag and hesitated when he found his old phone.

John didn't know about it—well, he probably did, and just didn't care as long as Dean didn't use it. He'd kept it in hopes that Sammy might call or text, but his little brother had shown no interest in keeping contact.

But there was something about tonight, something about the endless hunger and fear and pain and loneliness that just broke him down. Without really knowing what he was doing, Dean punched in the only number he had to contact his brother.

The phone rang a couple of times, and Dean was about to put it away when the call finally connected. “Hello?

It was Sam. He sounded raspy with sleep and a little irritated at being woken up, but it was Sam.

Shaking, Dean held the phone a little closer to his ear and squeezed his eyes shut. “S-Sammy?”