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Everyone loves a Villian-DCxDP prompt

Bruce has his ditzy Brucie Wayne shtick to fall back on to keep people from suspecting him of being Batman but what about Tim? Red Robin is known to be the smart one and Tim makes no secret of his brains. Sure people will forget that Bruce was smart enough to go to medical school but not the fact that Tim is a CEO.

So far Tim can cover his vigilante side with excuses of being too busy but he needed something more. Something that would distract people from seeing any comparisons between him and Red Robin.

Enter Danny. Danny hates rich snobs but he loves pissing off Vlad. Vlad loved to boast endlessly about how smart his godson is. Add to the fact that Vlad is allowed to spend more time with the family as whole since his redemption/Danny literally pulled the ghost side out of him. Vlad was still an annoying snobby asshole who Danny hates with a passion.

Danny wasn't going to suffer like Sam and her parents. Nope, he put on a show as a loud, bratty, and dramatic guy. Far from the polite, smart, and sincere boy Vlad painted. Especially since Vlad was just trying to get Jazz and Danny better odds of getting into good colleges and more connections. And hopes of getting them into good wealthy families for his own connections. He's not evil but he still was a bad person. He planned to use them as puppets for his business.

Danny catches a lot of attention with his act and goes as far as using a Valley girl accent. Everyone saw him as a spoiled brat who would be a pain in the ass to deal with and dismissed him as such.

Tim wasn't so easily fooled and realized that he could use it. They ended up striking up a conversation and Tim was able to get Danny to briefly give up the act when he talking about a recent space expedition.

Tim wanted them to make a scene and the they were discovered making out in some corner of the event hall.

The tabloid published that Tim Drake was having wild nights just like his father. Tim had actually asked Danny to have a fake relationship. All Danny needed to do.was be as unbearable as possible and make it look like he keeps Tim on a short leash.

And Danny agreed because Vlad HATES the Waynes and I practically begging Danny to stop this.

The tabloid never shut up about Danny, so much he overshadows the Waynes in any new report because the paparazzi love a villain.

Tim is too busy with a case to go to a gala? Danny starts an argument with Tim and blasts it all over Twitter about how Tim cares more about a stupid party full of boring people over him.

Tim can't come it to work because he is on a mission? Danny damanded a vacation on a private island to reward him for putting up with Tim and his family.

Rouges on the loose after a break out? Tim has to stay home and comfort his distressed partner or Danny will break up with him.

When Tim is asked about his relationship he says he loves his boyfriend very much and just does what he must appraise him. Tim made it no secret that their relationship was superficial and started because Danny was hot.

The news is bombarded with stories of Danny causing drama all across Gotham. He goes around buying expensive luxury items and destroying them in fits of rage. People are lined up to get his approval for their products and people unironically love him, hate him or hate to love him. They stalk his social media and read every article on him. Yeah, he's a bitch but he is THE bitch. Everyone is jealous of him as Tim's "hot wife" that he does everything for. Who wouldn't want to be him? There is even people who'd rather be in Tim's shoes and have a trophy like that.

[ririblogsss]

I have found inspiration to write :).

The flash for the fist time in forever stop moving. No twitching. NO moving his leg up and down. No running back and forward to the cafeteria for snacks. He was completely still with his jaw open looking past Batman who at the moment was giving the league members an overview of the missions that have been happening within the past month. Immediately everyone locked in, Flash not moving major red flag. Batman caught it first and proceeded to turn around in a split of a second and froze (caught of guard) this caused the other league members to slowly turn their heads and eyes away from starring at the Flash. And they couldn't believe their eyes.

Superman had his jaw dropped.

Flash was pointing and unable to form words the only sound escaping his mouth was vocals "aa" "ee" he was over all gobsmacked.

Not like the other leagues were fairing any better. It's just that their eyes could not make their brain correctly process what they were seeing. And what they were currently seeing was a teenager with white hair with a box of donuts and drinking something out of a coffee cup. Now this is the watchtower everyone has seen teenagers from various backgrounds to say the least enjoy their coffee and snacks. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that the teen wasn't one of theirs. Not that it really matters Batman.

What actually matters is that the kids outside. IN SPACE. How is he surviving. How isn't he dead? Is he an alien? Then why is the box of donuts from earth?

And the kid has the gull to smile sheepishly?????

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Danny only wanted help. HE SWEARSS. And the Justice League wasn't helping after they had been spammed with calls for help against the Ghosts. Amity parkers think that the JL has banned them from making calls. So Danny decided if they won't come. He will go to them, but his parents did not raise a disrespectful child the Fentons maybe break tax laws and driving laws and overall all OSHA regulations. BUT THEY NEVER DISRESPECT (unless warranted) ANYBODY. And Danny wasn't about to misrepresent them. So he brought a box of donuts and his fathers homemade fudge in hopes to make some sort of slightly good impression.

So taking a breath in (as a force of habit) he knocked on the watchtowers window and didn't become intangible and go in until Wonder Woman nodded with her head yes.

Batman was side-eying WW, but Danny decided that Wonder Woman had more decision power in this instance.

So with the approval that he may come in Danny made himself (and everything else) intangible so he could enter. Once inside he realize that Jazz had been correct in telling him to at least know how he was going to approach the subject.

He placed the treats on the table and made a gesture that they could eat. He took a sip of his hot ecto and then he opened his mouth.

"Why are you guys hunting us down for sport? w-we are people too"

Danny said it in such a broken voice with teary eyes. He really should have practiced first.

The JL choked.

[r3ynah]

Extended Family

DCxDP

An Au where, Maddie is Damian and Danyal, Biological mother besides Talia, Basically Talia and Maddie(+Jack) both grew up in LOA and were very best friends(lovers?? at some point including Jack). Talia wanted a natural birth for her son, as she was not really fond of the idea of a test tube baby. so she asked Maddie a favour to become a surrogate. which Maddie happily accepted. because of her experience with Jazz and Danyal's birth, Talia was sure Maddie can give birth to her son safely.

This was approved by Ra's Because he deemed Maddie as someone that could be trusted due to her becoming one of the most strongest and smart assassins in the LOA(He was fond of her, like really really fond.) So he accepted his daughter proposal for Maddie to become the surrogate.

And then Damian was born, Jazz and Danny basically loved Damian and would not go anywhere but the baby's side. Jack loved taking care of Damian due to Maddie and Talia not knowing how to take care of a baby with physical affection.(basically house husband behavior,).

As the kids grew they become closer through the years until you know, it wasn't safe for them in the LOA anymore so they helped Damian escape first to his Bio dad's place(They did let him pick though, if he wanted to stay with the fenton-nightangles or go to Bruce, he chose the latter because if something happened to them he'll have connections.) and then Maddie and Jack escaped with their children in a random town named Amity park. which turns out was a hotspot for Lazarus pits or Ectoplasm. (They decided to change the name cause everytime Jack hears the word pits he started laughing).

The children of course never severed their communication throughout the years. And Bruce never asked about his life at the LOA so he never introduced his half siblings.

Damian hated his older brother, Danyal with all his might. if you asked him to choose between his Half-sister Jazz or Danyal. He'll choose Jazz in a heartbeat.

He hated him, because of his foolishness and absolute neglect of his surroundings, making him a easy prey amongst people who wants to take advantage of him. He disliked Danyal's poor choices in life especially now.

The youngest wayne stood in the middle of one of the many hallways of his highschool as he stared at a certain, black haired and blue eyed girl, who was waving at him ecstatically, he contemplated if he should fight the girl head on or just run and escape.

Obviously in this situation he would pick the most desirable option to make sure his day wasn't ruined by his older brother, so he picked the latter. Damian dashed through the hallways, making sure to lose the girl before the third period started. He slowed down as he looked warily at his surroundings his back against the storage room incase he needed a hiding place from that test tube spawn.

When suddenly a pair of arms phased through the door embracing Damian as he tried to escape.

The girl giggled as she kept her hold on the older boy who tried to get her off him. "Hi uncle Damian!"

she greeted as she finally let go making space for the boy to take a step back.

"Danielle. Why are you here, Did Danyal send you to pester me?" He glared at his niece, as he kept his guard up.

"Kind of, mama sent me here to check up on you." She explained "You kinda went MIA when you stopped answering his texts and calls."

"This is absurd, I can take care of myself. him thinking something happened to me for not answering his calls is offending, I am not like him." Damian stated as he finally lowered his guard. And started to walk away expecting for Elle to follow to which she did.

"Eh.. You know him, His just paranoid he always is" Elle exclaimed as she looked at her schedule. "What's your next class Uncle?"

"Math."

"Ooh Yey! We're classmates, let's sit together!"

A groan left Damian as Elle chuckled and continued to look at her class schedule beside him, Peaceful quietness welcomed the two as they walked to their shared class.

——

"Do you have a apartment nearby?" Damian asked as he stood up from his table waiting for Elle as she packed her notebooks, only filled with doodles from both party.

"Nope, Mama requested that we move here for easier transport but i didn't wanna bother with all the moving stuff." Elle explained as she finished tidying up. "Beside I can just fly back and forth, what's the use of my powers if I can't abuse em."

"Your logic is as worse as Danyal." Damian exclaimed as they both headed out the door. "Follow along. you'll be staying at my manor this week."

"Why?" Elle asked suspiciously

"Because, It is a tiring job to use your flight ability for something so stupid." The boy explained.

"Is that really all?"

"Ofcourse not, As your uncle it's my job to keep you energized and unbothered, But as your mother's brother its my duty to annoy him for thinking i was in danger. so I'm basically taking you hostage at the manor." Damian grinned, as he took his niece's hand to make sure she doesn't get lost through the maze of hallways

"So basically kidnapping? I'm in."

——

"Master Damian, welcome home." Alfred greeted as he opened the front door. "And who might you be?"

"Hello Alfred, This is Danielle your Great-granddaughter." Damian said, making Alfred raise his eyebrows slightly before returning to his relaxed state.

"Well, nice to meet you Lady Danielle" Alfred greeted with a smile, as he shook her hand.

"Please call me Elle, Alfred" Elle brightly smiled

"Very well then Lady Elle." Alfred chuckled.

"Is father home yet?" Damian asked

"No not yet master Damian, you two may go to the living room as I prepare the guest room for Lady Elle." Alfred exclaimed as he headed to the kitchen to finish what he was doing.

Elle looked at Damian, Damian looked at Elle.

"I can feel my phone vibrating from my bag." She laughed. Her mother Danny was certainly going to be sad that his little brother kidnapped his daughter for a Uncle and niece Hangout.

[zylev-blog]

Jazz is Special Agent Fenton of the FBI. She doesn’t go by Fenton when she’s out on a case though; she uses Nightingale. She does this because it keeps her identity secret.

Jazz is investigating a series of crimes. One of the other agents goes undercover to try and set them up in a sting operation. Things go south and now Jazz is going to Gotham to view the murder scene.

When she gets there, GCPD try to stop her at the crime scene barrier. She flashes her FBI jacket and her badge and is given access. She walks over to the police commissioner, a man named Gordon. Gordon obviously doesn’t recognize her, and neither does the vigilante with him—Batman.

“This is a closed crime scene, Miss…?” Gordon asks.

“Nightingale. FBI.” She shows Gordon her badge. “You and your men can clear out. This is our jurisdiction now.”

“We haven’t gotten approval to—“ Gordon stops, but was interrupted by an officer walking over to Gordon and whispering something in his ear. “Fine.” Gordon grumbled, and started telling his men to leave.

“You too, Spooky. I don’t need a vigilante’s help.” She waves off the man without another thought, but Batman doesn’t move. Instead, he completely ignores her and starts walking towards the crime scene. “Obviously, you didn’t hear me.” Jazz scowled. “If you don’t leave, I will remove you with force, Batman.”

Batman turns to look at her. “That isn’t how things work here, Agent Nightingale.”

“It is now.” She kept her expression neutral. “Clear out, or be removed. Your choice.”

Batman tried to look intimidating. Jazz refused to bow. The two stared each other down before Batman took another step towards the crime scene. She reacted instantly. Pulling out a taser, she placed it on his back before he could even react.

He reacted quickly, and sent three batarangs at her in rapid succession. His movements were a bit slower than normal after getting tased. She dodged two of the batarangs, and opted to catch the third in her hand. She flicked it away lazily and cracked her knuckles with a small smile. “I love it when they choose force.”

Batman didn’t react to her comment. He seemed to understand he wasn’t going to be able to get around her without a major fight. He let out an annoyed grunt and grappled away.

Three days later, they meet on the roof of an abandoned building. It seems like Batman was still on the case after all. Jazz was not happy about it. She felt that he was going to ruin the entire operation. She couldn’t trust someone to have her back if they didn’t show their face. She doesn’t let the annoyance show on her face as Batman joins her at the edge of the rooftop.

“I thought I told you to stay off my case, Batman.” She said quietly.

Batman gave a quiet grunt. If she had to put it to words, it would translate to a ‘I do what I want.’

She didn’t speak to him again, but she didn’t kick him out, either. The two didn’t speak a word as they sat for two hours, inspecting the warehouse across the street. It was nearly morning by the time Batman left. She did make sure he left, too—she watched him grapple down the street and heard the roar of the Batmobile pulling away before she breathed out a sigh of relief.

Watching the building was doing nothing. She was going to have to get closer. She was going to have to go undercover herself. The thought didn’t make her any happier, even with knowing what happened to the last agent that went undercover for this operation. She also knew that to keep her tracker on her at all times, she would need to shove it inside a place that nobody would look for it. And boy was that uncomfortable.

Two days after she met Batman did she meet Brucie Wayne for the first time. By now she had been undercover with the modeling agency for a day, and it was going well so far. She was playing her part perfectly, but it could take weeks for them to trust her enough to give her information that she needed to know.

She had been hired to be arm candy for a wealthy man in Gotham. It wasn’t Brucie, though she knew he had a few models on his arms as well. She had gotten through most of the night without incident before she ran into Brucie. Quite literally. Brucie’s champagne spilled down her dress, and she gave a mock scream of outrage.

Brucie tried to clean up her dress, but she swatted his hands away and went to the bathroom to clean up. She never noticed the tracker that Bruce put on the nape of her neck. When she came back out, she noticed her date looking for her. She rejoined him and the rest of the night went smoothly.

A month into the operation and she finally was getting some results. She had been moved from building to building more than once, but she finally got breadcrumbs for what she needed to take them down. It took her another three weeks after that to gather all of the evidence she needed.

At the final takedown, she was joined by none other than Batman. She had half-expected him to show up after she noticed the tracker on her neck six hours after it was placed. She didn’t know when she had even run into the Batman at a stuffy charity gala. She had debated crushing it, but she didn’t have backup and she figured his help was better than nothing. She still didn’t trust him, though. She made sure he knew that, too.

Bringing the tracker up to her lips, she whispered, “Don’t you know it’s rude to listen in on a lady, Batman?”

Together, she and Batman took down the traffickers. They had been using models and trafficking them all over the world to be used as sex slaves. She feels a certain satisfaction while watching everyone be escorted out in cuffs.

“Nice work.” Batman says, figure tall and dark.

She hums. “Thanks.” The silence stretches on for a few minutes before she adds in, “Thanks for having my back.”

“I thought you didn’t need a vigilante’s help?” Batman teased.

She didn’t look at him, but she could hear the teasing on his voice. She smirks and crosses her arms. “I don’t. But you’re harder to get rid of than a ghost in a net.”

Batman didn’t respond back to her, and it takes her a few moments to realize what she had said. She was of course, referencing her parents ghosthunting activities. But he didn’t even know her real name, so how would he even know what he was talking about?

“When do you leave?” Batman asked.

“After everything’s wrapped up. Why, you going to miss me?” She finally turned to look at him. She wished she could run facial recognition and figure out who was under that mask. The psychologist in her wanted to know just why a man would put on a bat mask and fight crime.

“I have a case that could use your input.” Batman deflected her question.

Was that a compliment from the Batman? His way of telling her that he trusted her opinion? Or was it an olive branch?

“Mine or the FBI’s?” She already knew the answer to his question, but she wanted him to say it.

Instead, he just grunted in annoyance. She rolled her eyes and pulled a card out of the pouch that she kept her FBI id at and handed it to him. “That’s my office phone number.” She tapped the card with her finger as he held it. “If you want my personal cell, you’ve got to earn it.”

He nodded and tucked the card into his utility belt. She could see the beginnings of a smile from Batman as he disappeared into the shadows and grappled away.

Surprisingly, it only took Batman a week to call her. She had gotten settled back into her office in DC, and had mostly forgotten about the encounter. She had to report Batman’s appearance in her report, but beyond that, she didn’t have to explain that he helped her take down the ring.

She made a flight back to Gotham the next day. Batman brought her into the Batcave and told her everything she needed to know about the case. She didn’t know where the Batcave was, as Batman had blindfolded her, but she was impressed with his initiative.

“Im not wearing that.” She glared at him with all of the venom she had—which was quite a lot.

“You can’t go out in your FBI jacket.” Batman deadpanned.

“Wasn’t planning on it. Do you think I’m a rookie?” She shook her head and gestured at the costume that the vigilante had made for her. “That doesn’t give you the right to—to—ugh! Im not your Batgirl, or Batwoman, or whatever! I came out as a consult. I don’t dress up in latex, and I don’t wear costumes!”

The costume itself was gorgeous, not that she’d ever tell Batman that. It was solid black, had a red bat on the front of it, and was fully equipped with a utility belt, knife holsters, and a taser. It had a full cowl like Batmans, along with the pointy ears on top.

“I don’t see the problem.” Batman’s voice had undertones of offense in it.

“Look.” She gestured at the costume. “Im honored, truly, that you want me to watch your back. But I’m not a vigilante. Nor will I ever be!”

She had watched what vigilantism had done to Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Valerie over the years. Sure, she’d gone out with them more than once. Without a mask. But there was something more complex about the costume sitting on the table in front of her.

“You said you were going to help.” Batman’s gruff voice got closer as he took a few steps towards her.

“And I did.” She gestured to the Batcomputer. “I already gave you my opinions of the case. I dedicated a weekend of PTO time to be here. But this is as far as my help goes.”

“What about the last operation? You owe me.”

“Owe you?!” She exclaimed, thumping her finger against his chest. “I told you to get lost. You still stuck around. You could’ve cost me the operation!”

“It worked.”

She groaned in frustration. She was close enough to him now that she could smell the faint smell of Kevlar and aftershave from him. She rubbed a hand down her face as she thought over what had happened last time she was in Gotham.

“What about all your other winged vigilantes? You had uh.. Nightwing, and Robin, right?”

“It’s only Nightwing.” Batman responded. “He’s unavailable.”

“I could’ve sworn you had a Robin, too.” She looked up at him and noticed the stiffness of his body.

“Robin has moved on.” Batman replied.

Hmm. Touchy subject. She wasn’t going to push. It wasn’t any of her buisness.

“You must be really desperate if you’re trying this hard to get me to go out in that.” She smirked.

“Things could go wrong.” Batman said with a quiet sigh.

“Don’t they always?” She tilted her head.

“Not always.” Batman mimicked her actions, clearly studying her. “What will it take?”

“If I put that mask on,” She gestured to the table behind her, “You take yours off.”

“No.”

“Fine. Deals off, then.” She pulled her phone out and immediately started looking for flights back to DC.

“Why?” He questioned.

“I can’t trust someone who won’t tell me who they are.” She shrugged.

Batman let out a quiet growl. As he took his cowl off, he scowled. “You would know, wouldn’t you, Miss Fenton?”

“Holy shit.” Her eyes got wide.

Bruce Wayne was the Batman.

[ricciardo133]

Winter Break 2025

maxiel, weight gain, body worship, pregnancy briefly alluded to

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Daniel always loves the way Max looks during the winter months. As Max steps into Daniel's Monaco apartment, Daniel eyes the tight fit of Max's running shorts along his softening hips.

"So, you have new merch?" Max asks, oblivious to Daniel's ogling. Daniel snaps to attention and follows Max into the living room.

"Well, obviously. As your new sponsor, we gotta make a whole Verstappen collection," Daniel adds with jazz hands for pizazz. "And I wanted to get your approval before we send the designs to print and you're stuck wearing all this for a year."

"It can look like anything," Max says, unbothered.

"Oh, good. I'll tell them we're a go on the Enchanté-branded assless chaps."

Max laughs, eyes crinkling in mirth. "Yeah, perfect for Media Day. I assume there is a matching cowboy hat."

Daniel feels his cheeks flush, picturing Max actually wearing that combination and nothing else.

"Just try on the samples and humor me, Maxy."

Thankfully, he's now not the only one blushing. They've been friends for long enough to know how to edge the unspoken line without ever crossing it, neither ever making that final push to send them spiraling onto one side or the other.

"Yeah, alright," Max says. "I'll do a fashion show."

Daniel claps and leads Max over to the dining room table where an already-opened cardboard box holds an assortment of red, blue, white, and orange apparel. He holds up one of the pull-overs, assessing which to try first.

"They're just the rough drafts, so let me know if you think they look like ass."

"No, Daniel, they look very cool. I like the classic look. And the big "É." Very you."

Daniel feels his dick twitch in his pants, thinking of Max branded with his label, marked as his, for the world to see. He tosses the shirt into Max's arms and pulls out a pair of summery shorts to match. "Just give these a spin. I sent them your size, so they should fit."

Daniel has seen how deep the flush can go over the years, like an old-timey thermometer measuring of how flustered his younger friend can get. He bites his full lips as his neck turns pink.

"I, uh, might be a bit bigger right now. But they'll fit for Melbourne. I'll look better."

"You look great now, Max."

Max spins on his heels and into the adjacent half-bath, door closing, as if Daniel hadn't seen him almost naked before. Daniel sits on the barstool at the kitchen island.

Sometimes he hates gooning this fucking horny friendship line and wishes he could just buck up the nerve to say something. Anything. Maybe now that they're not somewhat teammates, it'd be okay? Or is it inappropriate for a patron to think about cupping their client's ass and spreading his soft flesh-

"Okay, remember, they'll fit better in a few months."

Daniel looks up and feels his body tighten as he takes in the sight of him. Max squirms in the pull-over, zipper done all the way up. The orange sleeves hug his full arms, and the white, soft fabric stretches tight along his chest. Oh God, his tits, Daniel thinks guiltily before trying and failing to think about the design aspect of all this and not how Max's soft stomach pulls the pullover's fabric taught. His fuller belly peeks over the top of the shorts. His hips, always seemingly begging to be held, curve and slope down to full thighs. Max shaved. His normally fuzzy legs smooth as he shifts his weight on one bare foot to the other.

"I know," Max says, voice nervy. "It happens every year. I'm on holiday, but I'll get better."

"Don't say that," Daniel gets up. He feels the line veering closer, like pushing too hard on a circuit he knows by heart. He stops just an inch beyond appropriateness. "You look great."

"Daniel." He can't parse the pleading note in Max's voice, something shaky.

"You always look so good this way," Daniel goes on, watching Max's big blue gaze get thrown in starker contrast as his cheeks flush again. Max even shaved his face. He looks so young, like when he was his teamma-

"Daniel," Max says again. "I just feel too big."

"You're perfect, Max. You normally don't wear these things zipped all the way up, though. More like this,"

The line. Daniel crosses it, fingers gently pulling the pull-over's zipper down at an agonizingly slow rate. He didn't realize Max was holding his breath until he shudders a shaky exhale.

"Does it feel good?" Daniel asks, hands trailing up the sleeves, feeling the soft fabric casing Max's biceps.

"Yes. It's good."

"And not too tight here?" Daniel lets his hands draw inwards along Max's chest. Seeing he's already blown past the point of no return, he lets his palms rest over Max's full breasts. "Is it okay?"

Max nods, fast. Through parted reddened lips, Daniel sees Max's perfect, glistening tongue against his straight teeth.

Daniel squeezes. Max keens, a note Daniel has never heard from the other man. He rubs, making gentle circles over hardening nipples.

"Oh, Daniel," Max whispers.

"Maxy," Daniel returns, hands trailing lower, feeling the full rise of his belly. "Breathe."

Max acquiesces, belly shuddering. Daniel relishes the soft, pliable skin below the warm fabric.

"You look so good like this, Max," he says, stepping even closer. He lets his gaze dip, feeling Max's head lower to rest their foreheads together as Daniel stares at his soft belly. He rubs gentle lines around it, dick hardening as Max lets his body go even softer. He could even look three months pregnant, how round and full he fills out the top.

Max whispers his name again and then again as Daniel pulls up the fabric and finally touches smooth skin and then once more as Daniel's fingers dip into the waistband of the shorts, exploring back as Daniel presses flush to squeeze his hands into Max's full, soft ass.

"You deserve to feel good," Daniel says into Max's ear, words falling on the red nape of his neck. "At every weight, you deserve to be so fucking worshiped, Max."

"Oh my God, Daniel."

Daniel squeezes again, more firmly this time as he traces up to hold his pillowy hips. They always look so bitable in his fireproofs, and now they're filling out even more in the too-tight shorts, begging to be gripped. To be used for everything Daniel has wanted for years.

"I know," Daniel says, suddenly self-conscious, "this is, uh, a lot."

"It's good," Max asserts, his own hands flying to Daniel's back as if to keep him in place. "If it's good for you."

Daniel snorts a laugh, letting his hips rut forwards. His stiff cock meets Max's soft thigh. Max whines.

"More than good, Maxy." He presses his lips into heated, soft skin at Max's shoulder. "You're perfect like this. So fucking perfect." He reels at Max pressing his own hard length into Daniel's hips. It's bliss. Max's body, warm and eager and full and, for now, his.

"Alright, so, should I try on the others?" Max asks, a gentle mirth in his tone.

"Yeah, let me help you take these off first."

[sylusslittlekitten]

Luke and Kieran’s Advent Calendar

Day 16 – MYSTERY BOX DAY

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LUKE: Welcome to Mystery Box Day, where we show love through mild psychological warfare and confusing packaging.

KIERAN: The rules are simple: every hour, Sylus gets a box. Could be a gift. Could be a crab. Could be emotional trauma.

LUKE: He made it through sixteen of them before walking out.

KIERAN: That’s personal growth.

LUKE: That’s restraint.

KIERAN: That’s love.

LUKE: I opened the rest. I regret at least four. Maybe five. Possibly the socks. [side eyes Kieran]

KIERAN: One box made him smile. That’s it. That’s the victory. That’s the birthday miracle.

LUKE: So scroll down. Witness the chaos. Pick your favourite. And remember—he asked for none of this.

KIERAN: And we did it anyway. Because love is unhinged.

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Box 1 – Confetti Bomb.

Kieran: “Happy birthday, bitch!”

Sylus: “I will end you.”

Kieran: “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Box 2 – A Live Crab.

Luke: “His name is ‘Snip Snip.’ He likes jazz.”

Sylus: [Glaring. Side-stepping.] “Contain your crustacean.”

Box 3 – One Scented Candle. Called “Dark Brood.”

Kieran: “It’s supposed to smell like you.”

Sylus: “This smells like gunpowder and bad choices.”

Kieran: “Exactly.”

Box 4 – A framed photo of Sylus mid-eye roll.

Luke: “Caught in 4K, baby.”

Sylus: “…How did you get that?”

Box 5 – A glittery pink plush knife.

Kieran: “So you can murder cutely.”

Sylus: [Holding it. Considering it.]

Luke: “He’s keeping it.”

Sylus: [Hands it to Snip Snip.]

Box 6 – A single sock. Not his. No context.

Sylus: “Is this a threat?”

Kieran: “It’s a mystery.”

Box 7 – A little black book labelled ‘Sylus’ Threat Diary.’

Luke: “We filled it with your best insults.”

Sylus: [Flipping through] “Page 42 is out of order.”

Kieran: “He noticed.”

Box 8 – A recording device playing back his sighs, looped.

Kieran: “We call it ‘Soundtrack for the Soul’”

Sylus: [Presses stop. Doesn’t delete it.]

Box 9 – A child’s tiara. Bedazzled. With the word “Boss.”

Sylus: [Silently puts it on.]

Luke & Kieran: [Screaming internally.]

Box 10 – A donut. No explanation. It’s shaped like his face.

Sylus: “…Do I eat it? Is this cannibalism?”

Box 11 – A dramatic cape. Black. Silk-lined. Billowy as fuck.

Luke: “Because you act like a vampire, may as well look the part!”

Sylus: [Puts it on. Instantly looks 30% more terrifying.]

Box 12 – Fingerless gloves with reinforced knuckles and “BITE” stitched on the knuckles.

Kieran: “In case the enemies forget.”

Sylus: [Quiet nod. Wears them immediately.]

Box 13 – A cup of water labelled ‘Emotional Support.’

Sylus: [Drinks it. Doesn’t comment.]

Kieran: “He felt that.”

Box 14 – A tactical plush frog in full SWAT gear.

Kieran: “He’s your emotional support assassin.”

Sylus: “…Why does he have a radio?”

Luke: “He listens to crime podcasts.”

Box 15 – A black notebook. Blank inside. Title: ‘Plans.’

Sylus: [Flips it open. Starts writing immediately.]

Kieran: “He’s journaling! Emotionally or violently?!”

Luke: “Both.”

Box 16 – A full-sized cutout of Sylus with a speech bubble: ‘Shut Up, Kieran.’

Kieran: “I feel seen.”

Sylus: [Nods in approval.]

Box 17 – A pair of novelty socks that say ‘Daddy’

Sylus: [stares at Kieran.]

Kieran: “WHAT?!”

Box 18 – A thermos of perfectly brewed black coffee.

Sylus: [Pauses. Sips. Smiles.]

Luke: “Holy shit. He smiled. Day 16. 6PM. We broke the beast.”

Box 19 – Another Live Crab.

Kieran: “We thought Snip Snip needed a friend. Named him Little Pinch.”

Live Crab: [Blinks at Sylus]

Sylus: [Picks up phone.]

Sylus: “Rafayel?!”

Box 20 – A rubber duck dressed like a mafia boss.

Sylus: “…Duckfather.”

Kieran: “You named it. YOU NAMED IT.”

Box 21 – A sticker sheet. All of them say “Do Not Perceive Me.”

Sylus: “Give me the whole set.”

Box 22 – A weighted blanket in pure black, called ‘The Void.’

Luke: “For emotional pressure and warmth.”

Sylus: [Wrapped in it within 30 seconds.]

Box 23 – A tea towel embroidered with “I Brood Therefore I Am.”

Kieran: “You can use it while making death threats.”

Sylus: “…I’m keeping this in the kitchen.”

Sylus: [Starts twisting ready to whip.]

Box 24 – A nap voucher. Good for 1 hour. Valid only if he agrees to be cuddled.

Sylus: “…Who’s doing the cuddling?”

Luke & Kieran: [Both raise hands. Sylus walks away. The voucher is gone the next morning.]

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[vesna-v-irkutske]

How do you imagine Nikita as a boyfriend? (Even if you doubt he would have a girlfriend, dang if he just knew how many girls like him now😭)

I need to add "headcanon tcc" to all my other achievements, lol.

I feel like it'd be like with his friendships, but with more awkwardness, at least at first. He'd never have taken the initiative, everything would have to be done by another person. I don't think he'd have even genuinely hoped for anything, he considered himself crap and worthless. And it'd feel a little strange for him that someone is really kind to him and wants to spend time with him (and possibly in a ROMANTIC way!), and doesn't mock him or use him. He'd be equally happy and anxious. Perhaps he'd have lost sleep over it, thinking about everything, it could be summed up as "Maybe..! No..." In short, the other person would have to take the initiative in communicating with him, at least at the very beginning, make him feel comfortable, support and listen to him. He needed someone with whom he could just be his quiet self, and another person would take lead, and it'd give HIM confidence, and he'd also start doing something.

More below. 👇🏻

🤍× In the established relationship, well, I think he'd still feel awkward and nervous, it'd take time for him to stop worrying about possibly being boring and not good enough. I mean, he wouldn't be all 🥺😔🙁, he'd just feel insecure from time to time, just some self-doubt in the back of his head, especially if he felt bad mentally. 🤍× He'd probably feel kinda ashamed of himself being good-for-nothing, not conventionally attractive or rich, for being an apathetic wreck that struggles with basic things such as hygiene. 🤍× Maybe he'd feel the pressure of responsibility. Because it's so serious now! He'd feel like the other person expects him to do something, like in typical TV series and movies, and it'd stress him out. He'd constantly need to be reassured, to have some (non-verbal) confirmation that the person was having fun with him and didn't feel some kinda envy when looking at other couples. 🤍× From time to time, he'd internally struggle with "I don't want to be a loser, I'm a MAN, I have to be a leader in this relationship." Another thing to be insecure about. 🤍× But apart from that, he'd constantly try to come up with something interesting to do. But he didn't really like ACTUALLY doing things and leaving the house, he probably wouldn't be a big fan of typical dates and all that jazz, he was broke anyway (but I think it'd be possible to drag him somewhere, but he'd feel awkward and nervous at first, and he'd kinda hate it because it'd be new to him, but then he'd start having fun in the process and think, "Well, I guess it wasn't that bad"). He'd rather be at home or at another person's place, or just taking a walk with them. Or doing some stupid shit if he feels comfortable and silly enough. 🤍× He's the type of person to suggest something and look at the other person, gauging their reaction, waiting for an approving signal to continue and develop the thought. It'd make him more at ease, more confident. 🤍× One of his favorite things to do would be to browse the internet, watching videos and playing games together. I think he'd feel pretty hyped and confident when he showed what he liked, what he was interested in, anything to make himself look cool, interesting, knowledgeable in something. He desperately needed someone who shared his interests and understanded him. Maybe he would have offered to participate in the making of his new album somehow. 🤍× Overall, he'd be kinda fun and chill if he felt comfortable. And maybe a little crazy, saying and doing weird stuff, if too comfortable. 🤍× The type of person to get PAINFULLY attached. Sometimes he'd prefer to be alone, but he'd miss the person pretty quickly. He'd HATE to be physically far away and for a long period of time (and that long period would be, like... a week or less), like, he'd be VERY upset. Would feel SUPER frustrated if one of them had some stuff to do and they wouldn't be able see each other. For example, some kinda trip. 🤍× He could get upset/frustrated/mad because of something, but he wouldn't talk about it and say what it was. He probably would have said that everything was fine, but you could tell by his frown that something was wrong. You'd have to torture him to get him to tell you. 🤍× There's a possibility of him hiding behind the "Oh, I'm so tuff" persona and 100 layers of irony, sarcasm and trolling (and then lowkey forgetting who the hell he actually is) when he doesn't feel like opening up and being vulnerable. 🤍× Overall, he'd be inexperienced in right about everything and make mistakes because of it, but he wouldn't actually wanna mess it all up. He'd be pretty reliable and trustworthy. And easy to control. Don't use that against him. </3 🤍× He'd feel scared of getting hurt.

[sheepheadfred]

Ectoberhaunt Day 7: Bury/Unearth

Summary: Three young kids bury a time capsule together. Years later they dig it back up as teens.

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(Bury: Years in the past with an eight year old and two six year olds)

"Jazzy! Jazzy Jazzy Jazzy Jazzy!"

A young child with fluffy black hair and the brightest blue eyes excitedly pulls his sister to their backyard, where his best friend is waiting.

"Danny, what do you want? I'm trying to read my big kid books."

"But Jazzy, me and Tucker saw some older kids do something cool and you say to make sure you know what we're doing if we need tools!"

Taking a bit to respond, the big sister goes "Why do you even need tools? Cause I'm not giving you the stuff mom and dad use in the lab."

"Nuh uh! Some big kids had a box full of cool stuff and buried it, they were talking about coming back for it in the future! We only wanted a shovel because our plastic ones weren't working!"

Tucker quickly nods his head, equally excited to do this with his best friend and needing Jazz's approval.

"Of course you don't know what a time capsule is," Jazz acts annoyed with them but the boys could see her starting to smile, "Only if I can put stuff in it, too."

"YES!"

"Permission acquired!"

The three kids quickly found an unused small box, Jazz made sure it was plastic and could seal so it could last, and grabbed some things they don't mind parting with for the time being that still hold meaning.

"OK, the last step probably isn't required but we should leave a message to our future selves!" Jazz proclaimed, as excited as the two younger kids now that they are almost done. Having a blast alongside them.

Messages written and placed in individual envelopes, all promising not to read each other's, everything was set to encase their capsule in the earth until further notice. They hoped maybe ten years but none of them ever put a year on it, just a promise that it will happen when they are grown.

It took all day and a bit past dinner, after Tucker called his parents to stay over, and the deed had been completed. It was the closest they have ever felt until now.

---------

(Unearth: Present day: ten years later. Parents are gone for the day and the kids goof off as Jazz enjoys a rare day to relax.)

A rare day with no parents and a light amount of ghost attacks finds Team Phantom a chance to chill together. Cujo runs around the Fenton backyard in puppy form, adorable as ever.

Suddenly, Cujo comes to a dead stop. As if possessed, ironic right, and starts to dig up one small section of the yard. Only stopping once he reached his goal.

"What do you have there, buddy?" Sam, asked the currently small dog. He had a dirty, plastic container in his mouth. Or at least the corner of it. The thing was as big as his small body as a whole box.

Covered by ghostly dog slobber. Ewww.

Sam may not have recognized the box, but three others did. They forgot about all of that but now, seeing their time capsule, has it all come rushing back.

"Is that our time capsule?!" Jazz broke the stunned silence.

"Totally forgot about that thing!" Danny laughed in disbelief.

"Dude, we need to see what we put in there!" Was shouted by Tucker in childlike glee.

All three voices overlapped in shouts but each were understood. Not helping with the noise level was Cujo, yapping alongside them to be included.

Sam, now frustrated and annoyed at being out of the loop, interrupts the noise.

"Alright, already! C'mon, just open the thing up if you're this excited over a piece of nostalgia."

She acts like she doesn't care but they can see her smile and the way her eyes zero in on the box, curious to what was put inside.

"Yeah, Sam's right. That and we don't want to summon you know who just by holding a cubic container." Danny says with an eye roll.

Danny makes the move to take the box from Sam and be the first to unseal it. A plastic container with the word 'Fenton' on it, made to contain even the most wryly of ectoplasmic movement inside. He is now grateful they did not get in trouble, or noticed, for taking an easy to reach one. Their parents always stored things all over the house and not just in the lab, after all.

Reaching in, he felt the trinkets and pulled them out one at a time. Showing them for the whole group to see.

First thing he touched was a book of some kind, must have been Jazz's contribution.

'Dragonology'.

"Forgot you were once into dragons..."

Face beat red, Jazz snatches the book from his hands. "Don't you start, Danny. I was eight! If dinosaurs could exist, why couldn't dragons?!"

"Y'know, she has a point," Sam piped in," We now know ghosts exist and we can't forget that Dora and Aragon have those amulets that turn anyone who wears them into dragons. There were several historical sources of them alive wearing those amulets. It even transformed me to a dragon before, too!"

"Fair enough," the boys both get it and there isn't really a point in arguing when she backs it up like that."

"Forgot that you were able to research Dora and that amulet the night of the dance. A lot has happened since then. Had to keep you from killing Paulina as a dragon for one." Danny recalls.

"Can I borrow this, later?" Sam asked Jazz after giving Danny a nod for that, heard and understood.

"Sure Sam," Jazz allows and passes the book to her, a bit fond and glad they can bond over something.

Sam, currently holding the book noticed something white and rectangular peaking out from behind the cover. "What's this?"

"Oh yeah, we wrote letters to our future selves! This one is clearly mine. Hand it over, please."

"Read it?"

"Yeah! Read it Jazz!" The boys both echo Sam's request.

"Ok, ok! I will," she looks at the trio in fond exasperation as she opens the letter. "Let's see..."

"Dear Future Jazz,

How are you? Do you get to accomplish our dreams? We are still super smart and helpful, right? Do I get any close friends like Danny has Tucker? Maybe when I'm your age, mom and dad will find spending time with us more interesting than ghosts and playing with their loud invenshuns that scare me and Danny!

P.S.

I hope you still take good care of bearburt!"

"Hey, what else is in there?" Jazz redirects the focus to the time capsule from her teary gaze, making a move to see for herself before Danny's hand went back in. He's the one holding it so she cant just take it!

"Up next is...." Danny pauses for dramatic effect as he grasps an object blindly, "Oh wow! Look at this blast from the past! Does it still work?"

An original game boy in all its glory.

"So that's where i put it! It was my dad's and i used to play that thing all the time before this. I forgot about it completely when my parents got me that game boy color when it was new." Tucker informs everyone as he remembers it all while inspecting it for its condition. "Good thing Jazz convinced me to take the batteries out! Hehe!"

Another envelope taped to the game boy containing another message from the past. This one went unnoticed until Danny was already reaching for what past Danny left for him, Tucker taking it and putting it in his pocket.

For once he doesn't mind not being noticed. But alas, none of them forgot that 'we' and that it wasn't just Jazz who wrote one.

Sighing and preparing for future embarrassment that he's sure something he wrote when he was little would bring him, he begins.

"Hey future me,

I guess if you're getting this, we remembered to dig this up. HA HA! How much has technology advanced since this great year of 1996? Bet me an' Danny are still super close, right? Can't wait to see what kind of empire we create together. Best of luck future me, your past self."

None of them were surprised to hear that message.

'Huh, that was actually pretty sweet.'

Tucker fears were not met at all and he was greatly relieved.

"Maybe I should show my dad I found it when I get home. He was pretty heartbroken when he found out I lost it. We could even pop some batteries back in this bad boy and see how it plays!"

The group laughs at his statement, having fun reminiscing.

The last thing was unsurprisingly a toy rocket, paint still crisp while in the box. Like it literally blasted off to meet him again. Danny's breath caught seeing it here.

"This was my special rocket, I used to play with this all the time. I even slept with it." Danny was able to identify his childhood toy he forgot about in an instant. A hidden pang of sadness hit him over the memories, hidden from the rest, as he recalls his favorite toy. A small, sad smile playing on his lips.

"If it was your favorite, why did you bury that one?"

To him it didn't matter who asked, he can tell they were all thinking it.

"To be honest, I don't fully remember the reason why." He begins, "I think it was a combination of dad's penchant for careless destruction around the house where anything could be a victim of it as well as our continuously reanimated dinners. I was scared it would get broken and when we came to Jazz for help with the project, this was the most special thing i could think of to seal away for my future I guess."

His words hang for a minute before Cujo starts to yap up a storm. Trying to get Danny's attention and praise for finding his toy like he once did for the pup, Cujo runs around and through everyone's feet. It even still smelled a little like him somewhat and he is a good boy, he found the box he couldn't phase through and now Danny has his toy back!

The perfect distraction from his own letter. Danny picks Cujo up as the group heads inside to watch some movies, everyone wanting to chill after these memories were shared.

Danny glanced at his own letter while everyone heads inside, sucking in a deep breath, and shouts.

"First one in gets to choose!"

And all four teens book it, lauhghing.

Intangibility forgotten.

Or more accurately, ignored.

Danny lagged behind, opting to read his letter sent from the past. Bittersweet and full of innocence.

Dear Future Danny,

Will you take this rocket with you when you are an astronaut? I'll miss it, but it will be safer with you. So please take good care of it.

Are mommy and daddy right about ghosts? Are they evil like they say or can they be nice? They say they are evil and that if the ghosties say otherwise then they are trying to hurt me. That doesn't make much sense but mommy and daddy just want to protect me, right? Even if they get loud and yell-y when they think a ghost is here. Or during Christmas please tell me they stopped

Are you still friends with Tucker? Is he still our bestest friend? Do we get lots and lots of friends? Other kids like to be mean to me because their parents want to be mean about mommy and daddy. At least that's what Jazzy said.

Do we ever get a pet? Maybe other kids will like me more if I had a dog or something? That and I just like dogs. Maybe it could even be friendly and cuddly and protective and never is too busy for me.

Please think of me when you reach the stars as an astronaut. Maybe one day we could even live up there! Wouldn't that be cool? I'd never want to come back down from space. Earth has bullies and mean kids and attacking dinner.

P.S.

Jazzy helped me write this. She an' Tucker finished fast but I had a lot to say to you. I love you future me!

Movie sounds and laughing ahead as he is stuck, standing there reading these innocently hopeful words while his friends start without him. For all his past self's hopes, not many came true. He technically did get a dog but not many can know about it. Tucker is still his closest and truest bro. But the things that didn't change for the better hurt, reminding him how cruel fate feels sometimes for circumstances not theirs to control.

Fresh tear stains hit a blank part under the paragraphs of things his younger self wanted him to know and possibly answer next to dried, years old water stains that look identical.

Wiping his eyes and hiding the letter, he rejoins the group with an excuse of sorts and the kids continue to enjoy their day.

[alice-after-dark]

Deer Wife AU - I'm Gonna Love You

Inspired by @hiemaldesirae's deer sinner Vox designs (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5) and his Attic-Wife Vox AU

A little Valentine's treat for you degenerates <3

I promise my AUs are not dead. Just very much on the backburner for the moment. I still plan to write for them when the inspiration strikes though!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

(Also if you get the title reference you're my favorite)

TW for referenced agoraphobia and diabetes-inducing fluff.

Vox doesn't remember liking Valentine's Day all that much.

He has vague memories of a woman who he assumes may have been his wife while he was alive, but he feels no love or desire when he thinks of her. Even without his full memories, he thinks if he truly loved her he would feel something. But he doesn't. If anything he feels...resentment...anger...hatred. He cannot remember this woman's face or name or anything about her, but he knows he did not love her.

Not like Alastor.

He loves Alastor. The thought still makes him giddy, makes his heart squeeze in delight, makes him kick his feet like a schoolgirl. He may not have all his memories back yet, but he knows he has never felt a love like this before.

The living room is filled with floating red candles that bathe everything in dim light. They are curled up on the couch together, Alastor stretched out across the cushions with Vox laid on top of him. He snuggles into Alastor's chest while red claws stroke his velvet-soft ears and draw little fawn squeaks out of him. The quiet jazz from the record player croons through the room. Their wine glasses are abandoned on the coffee table by the mostly gone bottle and near-empty bowl of chocolate-covered pralines they'd made together that afternoon.

Well, Alastor had done most of the making. Vox did a lot of stirring and chopping, but he still helped!

Vox is more than a little tipsy from the wine and he is warm all over and Alastor's hand on his ears feels lovely, so he can't help but whine when Alastor prods him to get up.

"Noooooooooooooooo."

Alastor only laughs at him. "I can't stand with you on top of me, dearest."

They both know it's a lie. Alastor could easily do his fancy melting shadows trick and slip away, but they also both know he won't. He gets far too much amusement out of Vox like this.

Vox sets his chin on Alastor's chest and pouts at him, puffing out his cheeks in that huffy way he knows Alastor finds endearing. "Why do you need to stand? Why can't you stay here?"

Red claws stroke along his ear again and it takes every ounce of willpower Vox possesses to not melt into the touch. "While I am endlessly flattered by your admiration for my talents, I would much prefer to be on my feet when dancing with you."

Vox feels his cheeks go pink instantly. "O-oh."

It's easy for Alastor to slide him up then and escape the couch, for Vox's mind is far away, racing a mile a minute.

Dance.

Alastor wants to dance with him.

Shit, can he dance?

He doesn't remember.

Vox nearly trips over himself when Alastor pulls him up. Fuck, they haven't even started and he's already got two left feet. But Alastor says nothing, only takes one blue clawed hand in his, sets a hand low on his waist, and leads Vox into a simple dance.

He's wearing a dress Mimzy bought him, dark red to match Alastor's own suit. The singer has tried so hard to get him to come shopping with her, but Vox still finds it far too difficult to venture outside. That doesn't stop her from storming the house after every outing to play dress up.

Alastor's shadows lift the coffee table and its contents away to give them more room and the Radio Demon takes the opportunity to twirl him. Vox decides he must have actually been pretty good at this when he was alive because he moves easily with the turn, stepping back into rhythm with Alastor as he settles back into his arms. The look of approval on Alastor's face makes his heart jump.

"Always full of surprises, darling."

The grip on his waist shifts into something more possessive and the hand holding his pulls away to cup his face and guide him into a kiss. Vox's arms wrap around his shoulders as he leans into it. He will never get tired of kissing Alastor, of being kissed by Alastor.

When they part, he rests his head on Alastor's shoulder and that is how they stay, swaying gently in the flickering candlelight long after the record has ended.

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 17/?

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Jason woke up with the feeling of wrongness deep in his chest (core).

Rage, rage, rage.

Jason knew he had to calm down, but he couldn’t. He knew; he just knew someone uninvited was in his haunt. Jason sneered; they could harm his family. He called a bit of ectoplasm in his hands and got the knife from under his pillow.

Whoever had decided to invade his haunt was going to regret it.

Jason opened his door in time to see Jazz and Danny leave their rooms, their eyes glowing. (If he had looked in a mirror, Jason would’ve noticed his eyes were glowing, too.)

Jazz held a green and white staff while Danny held a ball of glowing ice. That wouldn’t do.

“Danny, stay here with your sister.”

“Jason, I’m not staying here while we’re under attack,” Jazz said.

“No, not you, with Ellie,” Jason knew he needed all the help he could get; there were too many invaders in his haunt. “Danny, if anyone either than me or Jazz come in, leave with Ellie.”

Danny scowled, angry.

“What, no! I can help.”

“Danny, I won’t be able to fight as well if you’re in danger. I need you to be safe, or I’ll be distracted. Just, please, listen to what I say.”

Danny pouted and crossed his arms. He stared into Jason’s eyes.

“Fine, but I don’t like it.”

“Thanks, chum.”

Jason and Jazz went out and looked into the woods that surrounded their house. They didn’t see anyone, but they knew the intruders were there. Jazz and Jason stared at each other before nodding and going in their direction. Splitting up wasn’t ideal, but the other could still get the children out if one fell.

Jason brought up an ectoplasm ball to his hand again. He looked around but saw no one.

It was years of experience that had him dodging. Soon he was being attacked.

Jason fought back and noticed that he knew the fighting style. It was the League of Assassins. Fuck.

Why were they here? He had left the League a while ago. Were they here because he had left the League? In the end, it didn’t matter. He had to get them away from his family, even if it meant killing them.

Jason fought hard, incapacitating three, but five more showed up. Even with his ghostly powers, he had trouble fighting this many opponents who knew what they were doing. They dodged ectoblasts and took his intangibility in strides. He hoped Jazz was doing okay. Just as he was about to attack again, a woman’s voice rang out, “Enough!”

Jason groaned. Talia Al Ghul stepped out of the shadows wearing a black body suit. She had a sword strapped on her back, a gun on her side, and knives strapped on her thighs.

“Talia,” Jason acknowledged, resigned. He would have to move. Fuck, Talia would never stop hunting him. Why was she even here? She hadn’t contacted him when he was in Gotham (he would never admit how much that hurt.), and now that he wants to leave his past behind, she shows up.

“Now, habibi, is that any way to greet your mother?”

Jason gritted his teeth because she was right. She gave birth to a new him (via Lazarus pit), cared for him during his catatonic stage, and taught him how to walk, talk, and fight. In every sense of the word, Talia was a mother to Jason. A fucked up, assassin mother, but a mother nonetheless. A mother who abandoned him in Gotham after his failure.

Jason was taken out of his musings when he heard Jazz being dragged, loudly by her part, through the woods.

“I approve of her, habibi; she’s a strong fighter.”

“Who are you people? Let me go, now!”

Jazz had trouble breaking free from the assassins holding her, even with her augmented strength. (Jason noticed it was the bigger, muscley ones holding her down…and there were four of them.)

“Let her go, Talia.”

Talia nodded toward the assassins, and they quickly let Jazz loose. Jazz came to Jason’s side, staff ready to attack.

“Do you know these people, Jason?”

“Jazz, meet Talia, my assassin mom. Talia, meet my sister, Jazz.”

“Hmm,” Talia hummed, “are you going to invite me to your place, habibi?”

No, Jason wanted to say, but if Talia was here, she knew about Danny and Ellie. She already confirmed she knew about Jazz. Besides, Jason needed to know what Talia wanted and why she was suddenly back in Jason’s life.

“They stay,” Jason pointed vaguely toward the assassins. He didn’t want them anywhere near the kids.

Talia gave a hand gesture, and the assassins melted into the shadows. Jason could still feel them in his haunt.

The walk back to the house was silent. Jason was hyperaware of the intruders in his haunt and of Talia walking by him. He couldn’t help but imagine the worse. Why was Talia here? She didn’t seem surprised by his powers. Was it because she was good at hiding her emotions, or was it because she knew? Did she know about Danny’s power? Ellie?

Sometimes he understood Bruce’s need to know everything and make plans around them. Then when things come back to bite in the ass, at least there are ways to combat it.

Jason sat down in one of the chairs when they reached the house. He looked at Talia and gestured toward the other chair. No way in hell he was letting her in the house.

“I’m going to check on the children so you two can talk. Excuse me.”

Jazz entered the house.

Talia raised an eyebrow toward Jason. Jason crossed his arms. He knew Talia wanted to go in the house, too. He refused. She sighed and sat on the chair opposite him.

“What are you doing here, Talia? Hell, why did you even look for me? I left the League a while ago, and you didn’t care to contact me when I was in Gotham.”

“Your father is worried about you.”

“Oh, so now you’re Bruce’s messenger? When did he even contact you?”

“My Beloved didn’t contact me. It was Damian.”

Jason was surprised. He hadn’t had much contact with the newest Robin. He had only seen Damian in passing in the League, and the Bat and his birds kept the kid as far away as they could from Jason. He didn’t blame them after what he had done to Tim in his green-tinged raging mind.  

“Why would Damian care if I’m gone?”

“Your departure has…unsettled your father and family.”

Jason snorted.

“What, they’re waiting to hear news how the black sheep of the Bat Family has gone on another killing spree?”

Talia’s expression could almost be described as soft.

“Your father misses you.”

“He misses a boy that died. He misses having me under his thumb, not me. Not this Jason Todd.”

Silence reigned for a few moments.

“Come back with me. I can protect you and your son. I can keep Jasmine and Danielle safe.”

Jason sneered, “You mean so you can have new weapons to use? What will you do, brainwash my son like you brainwashed me? Are you going to keep Ellie and Jazz under your control? Give us over to Ra’s?”

“All your actions were your own, habibi.”

Jason turned away from Talia and stared into the woods. Somehow, he was able to see the assassins this time around. (He didn’t know his eyes were glowing. He didn’t know Talia was watching his eyes with interest.)

“I don’t want my family in that environment. Danny deserves to be a child, not a weapon.”

Talia inclined her head, “If that’s what you wish, Jason. I only wanted to give you the option.”

Talia rose from her seat, “You won’t tell Bruce, will you?”

Talia smiled, “No, habibi. Your father won’t learn of your location from me. You must know, though, that Bruce will learn sooner or later of your whereabouts. He won’t stop looking.”

“I think once he finds out I’m not killing people, he’ll stop looking for his greatest failure,” Jason traced his scar.

Talia looked up sharply, following Jason’s finger.

“Did Bruce do that?”

Jason’s silence spoke volumes.

“Bruce rarely acts foolishly, but he makes grave mistakes when it happens. Like letting that clown live.”

Jason’s Adam’s apple bobbed at the mention of his murderer.

“Please, don’t tell him.”

“Your secret is safe with me. Do expect me to keep in touch, though.”

Jason nodded, knowing there was no point in discouraging Talia Al Ghul. She gave him a peck on his cheeks and walked into the woods.

____

Talia raised her hand to halt her assassins. She was being followed.

“Show yourself.”

A little boy with black hair and glowing green eyes suddenly appeared before her. He was sneering.

“Hello, Daniel.”

“It’s Danny. You better not hurt my daddy, or I’ll make you regret it.”

Daniel’s eyes glowed stronger with the emotions behind them.

“I wouldn’t hurt my son.”

“Parents hurt their children all the time,” Daniel balled his little fists.

Hmm, interesting reaction.

Talia approached the little boy and put her hand on his shoulder. His little fists started glowing Lazarus green.

“Jason has a strong and precious son. I’m glad that my son has found you, little one. He needs more love than his father, or I can ever give him. Thank you.”

Little fists unclenched in surprise.

“I won’t call you ‘grandmother’ if that’s what you’re fishing for.”

Talia smiled, “I don’t expect you to.”

Then she disappeared into the night.

____

Damian picked up his phone.

“Mother,” he greeted.

“Damian. Jason is fine. He doesn’t want to be found by your father and his little brood. I won’t tell you where he is; he’s been betrayed by his parents more than enough.”

Before he could answer, she hung up.

“Ugh,” he yelled, throwing his phone against the wall and breaking it.

“Baby bat, what’s wrong?”

Richard walked into Damian’s room. He was visiting the family with little Mar’i.

Damian hesitated momentarily before confessing, “I asked mother to look for Todd. She found him but refused to tell me where he is.”

Richard exhaled sharply.

“Did she tell you anything?”

“Just that he’s fine and doesn’t want to be found,” Damian answered bitterly. He never thought his mother would do this to him.

“She said enough parents have betrayed Todd. I didn’t even know she viewed herself as Todd’s parent.”

Why had she never mentioned it? Damian hadn’t seen Todd many times in the League, and he had been behind Talia the two or three times he had. Grandfather would sometimes complain about his mother’s pet project, but Damian would have never imagined that his mother saw Todd as a son.

His brother had been kept from him by both of his parents. He wondered how different things would’ve been if he had met Jason in the League.

Richard sat by Damian, “What’s wrong, Dami?”

“Do you think father will ever stop feeling bad if Todd never returns?”

“He’ll come back. If not, we’ll find him and tell him how much we miss him.”

“But if he doesn’t want to come back, what then?”

Richard didn’t have an answer.

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Phantom of Gotham 11

Chapter 10

After lunch, the four boys parted ways and Danny found himself in his room. He checked his Tucker Approved phone for the four hundredth time since arriving in Gotham to find a spam of messages. Situating himself on his bed he clicked the messages open to read. All of them were from Tucker, in what looked like an info dump of updates on Amity. 

Danny frowned, not really liking what he reads. According to Tucker, his parents really were working with the GIW and Jazz had scoped out that they had already started inventing some questionable things. One was a tracking device of sorts, which sent a shiver down Danny’s spine at the implications of that. They were fairly certain that Danny was still safe in Gotham for the time being, given they didn’t think the range of it would go as far as Gotham from Amity. 

Tucker reported that while everyone else in Amity was still going about business as normal, Valarie, Sam, Tuker, and Jazz had picked up slack on ghost hunting. There were not a lot of ghosts coming to Amity, especially now that Phantom was MIA, so there wasn’t a lot of work to be done. Mostly, it took more effort to keep the Fentons distracted. 

On a sidenote, Sam had a run in with Vlad because of her millionaire parents, and concluded that the old man had something planned. None of them could figure out what, but they seemed to be more worried about the GIW and the Fentons to think about Vlad’s friutloopy plans. Either way, Sam and Valarie were keeping an eye out. Speaking of Valarie, apparently she joined the team because she was worried about Danny going missing. Tucker and Sam had given her the barest amount of information and in turn got her to help them wrangle the ghosts in Phantom’s absence. He was quick to reassure Danny that Val didn’t know about him being a halfa, but Danny trusted Tucker with his life. Even if Tucker had told her, he knew it would have been for a good reason. 

Sighing, he typed out an acknowledgement and signed off, hoping they were doing okay without him. His core pulsed anxiously at his feelings for his friends and sister. It felt wrong to have them deal with all of this without him. Danny couldn’t help but feel responsible for dragging them into this mess. But, he couldn’t help the overwhelming feelings of pride and affection that his friends were so capable at handling this. That they cared about him. 

Danny laid on his bed for a while before getting bored. He couldn’t fall asleep, so he figured he might as well find someone to bother. His core thrived on being around people, and protecting them. Out of everyone in the manor, Danny figured someone might have some free time, or needed some cheering up from being stuck inside all day. Though, looking out the window he could tell the blizzard had died down. All that was left were the heaps of snow and icy trails. It looked pretty, the thought absently. Maybe he could help Alfred with something. The elderly man was probably not enjoying the cold. 

Fighting the urge to smother the old man in blankets, he turned the corner and almost bumped into the manor’s smallest resident. “Oh- Damian, hey, want to play in the snow?” Danny asked,”Looks like the blizzard stopped.”

Damian wrinkled his nose, glancing out the window. “I do not require a babysitter, Folson. Playing in the snow is for children.”

“I dunno, we could have a snowball fight?” Danny offered. “You could bring your dog. Tim said you had a dog, right? Dogs love snow. Probably.”

“Fine,”Damian sighed. “Titus has been upset at being cooped up in the manor, and I am under the impression that you will freeze out there without proper supervision.”

“Awesome!” Danny exclaimed, bouncing on his toes.”Lets go, I wanna meet Titus.”

“You won’t be going out in that,”Damian scowled at Danny’s t-shirt and socks. “Follow me, you can use Drake’s winter gear.”

Danny and his core were too excited to play in the snow to complain about having to put on warmer clothes. Not that they’d really help against the cold, since he’d be fine no matter what, but if it made Damian feel better he’d do it. 

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Damian sighed exasperatedly. After Danny cajoled him and Titus into going out into the snow-filled backyard of the manor, Danny and Titus had not stopped jumping and running through the snow. The smaller teen watched from his position as Danny raced Titus through the snow, only they had to trudge through what was probably a good foot and a half of snow so it wasn’t very fast. Damian scowled that Danny and Titus had gotten along so well. Usually Titus took a bit longer for strangers to warm up to.

Suddenly, the two miscreants raced towards Damian as he looked on with mild annoyance, until about ten feet in front of Damian Danny had dove into the snow in front of him. Pushing down amusement, Damian took a step forwards, realizing that Danny had in fact doven under the snow to confuse Titus. The greyhound was nosing around where Danny had disappeared, and Damian was about to call him over when a voice rang out behind him. 

“You gonna join us?” Damian hid a jolt of surprise that Danny had not only snuck up on him, but also apparently traveled ten feet under the snow to behind Damian without him noticing. He whirled around to face the other boy who had snow clinging to his clothes and hair despite Damian’s efforts to get him into Tim’s winter gear. His eyes wandered from Titus to Danny before he elected to ignore it. 

Danny’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and Damian gave him a look. “Join you in what?” Damian asked sarcastically,”You two have just been running around in the snow for the past ten minutes.”

Danny nodded,”True. I think I just missed my dog a lot. Titus reminds me of him, and we used to go running around the park a lot. But we can make a snowman if you want?”

Damian perked up at the mention of animals. “You have a dog? Who is taking care of him while you are here?”

“Ah, he’s not really my dog?” Danny said sheepishly, running a hand behind his neck. “He’s kind of a stray dog that likes to stick around sometimes. I play with him when I can but couldn’t keep him, you know?”

Damian nodded sagely. “I understand. It took me a while to convince Father to adopt TItus. What kind of dog?”

“I have no idea,” Danny smiled, reminiscing about his kind of big and small friend. He continued talking, but started packing the snow around him into a pile.”But his name is Cujo and he’s super sweet, but not very obedient. He looks kind of like a bulldog? I’m not really sure, but I think you’d like him.”

“I’m sure we’d get along,”Damian agreed. He definitely got along with animals more than people. Part of him was glad Danny had a dog, because that meant the teen understood a bit of where Damian was coming from. “Now can we go back inside now?”

“What? No way, we’ve only been out here for like five minutes,”Danny complained, flopping into the snow, despite the disapproving look on Damian’s face. “Besides, I just got started on my snow-batman.”

Damian scowled at the lump of snow in between them. “If you’re trying to make Batman, you’ll need more snow. He is taller than that.” 

“It would be faster if you helped me,”Danny pouted, reminding Damian of Grayson,”You know Batman better than I do.”

“Fine,”Damian relented, despite the cold irritating his exposed skin. He knelt down to pack the snow in better, and before he knew it, they were making a life-sized Batman snowman.

“He’s perfect,” Danny said smugly, hands on his hips. Looking over the snowman that towered over the two of them, Damian could admit he felt a bit of pride at how they managed to make a snowman that perfectly encapsulated the dark knight. 

“How are you not cold?” Damian scowled, looking to Danny’s uncovered fingers. He’d taken his gloves off to make the bat ears because they needed a ‘delicate touch’, and hadn’t put them back on. Even Titus had retreated back into the house for warmth. “Do you have some anti-cold meta-human ability?”

“Um,”Danny started, caught off guard. He shifted in the snow, debating food a moment while Damian stared at him with narrowed eyes. Damian wasn’t exactly trying to pry, but he wanted to know if his siblings’ theories were correct, or if Danny would be a threat. Granted, Damian thought it was difficult to view the boy as a threat after watching him fail at making snow-bat-man’s ears twenty eight times.  “Maybe.” 

“Maybe?” Damian raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. They kept eye contact before Danny slumped in defeat, looking a little bit wary. 

“Okay, I’m not really a meta, but I can like, create ice and snow and stuff,”Danny said, looking back up to the mansion as if someone were watching them. Damian however, knew along with the rest of his siblings that Danny had some type of meta abilities, but was preening internally at being the first one trusted with the secret. Danny lifted his hand, and Damian watched as a few snowflakes forms to circle the air before floating to the ground “So the cold doesn’t bother me, and I’ve never lost a snowball fight. But I can’t do anything big, and I didn’t cause the blizzard, so please don’t tell anyone?”

Damian wrinkled his nose. “I would not betray your secret. However, I doubt ice powers are your only abilities.”

Danny bit his lower lip, and Damian was about to say that he didn’t need to say what they were even if he was curious, when Danny smirked. “I may have cheated at arm wrestling.”

Caught off guard by his answer, Damian huffed out a laugh. He cleared his throat, continuing with,”Super strength then? What about speed or healing?”

“Nah, not speed but I think I heal a little bit faster than normal,”Danny said, starting on another snowman. Damian guessed it might be Robin, and deduced that it would be embarrassing to have only a Batman and Robin snow sculpture out in the lawn where everyone could see it.

“Despite your abilities, I highly doubt you’d be able to win at a snowball fight against me,”Damian redirected. He kicked at the newly formed pile of snow when Danny wasn’t looking just to ensure it’s doom. 

Danny’s eyes lit up, and his hesitant smile turned bright. “Oh, you’re on!” 

If Damian and Danny were smiling like idiots as they pelted eachother with snowballs and hid behind snow fortresses, then no one knew but them and the cameras Alfred would review later and then show to Bruce. Both adults would ignore how Danny seemed to create snow-sculptures in minutes. 

Hours later, Alfred came outside to fetch the two boys, only to come across an entire snow-army of replicas of the Bat family, as well as a few other heroes. On either side of the yard were two different versions of a castle, with little piles of snowballs on each side of the fortress. Alfred raised a brow at having spotted Damian first as he threw a snowball to hit the small snow Robin at a perfect angle to topple the entire thing. From the other snow-barricade castle, Alfred heard a noise of distress. 

“How could you Damian?!” Danny cried out at his fallen brethren. 

“He is an abomination and deserved death,”Damian called back, only for Danny to appear out of the barricade with a snowball in each hand. 

“I’ll avenge you Snobin!” Danny exclaimed, using his snowballs to hit what Alfred thought was a snow-Titus on Damian’s side. 

“Sn- don’t call it that!” Damian demanded,”How dare you kill snow-Titus?!”

“There’s like four Snitus’s over there! He sacrificed himself for the greater good,”Danny called. 

“You are not allowed to give my Snow-Titus names!” Damain yelled back, throwing more snowballs to topple Danny’s army. 

“Not Snow-wing too!”Danny cried, and Alfred decided to intervene before all the snow people met their end.

“Boys! Won’t you come inside to warm up before dinner?” Alfred called, mustache twitching in amusement as both boys halted what they were doing to stare at Alfred, only for a snowball to smack Danny in the face while he was distracted. 

“Coming!” Damian called, running gracefully up to the manor. Danny on the other hand, squawked in protest and stumbled after the younger teen. 

As they both passed the butler, he couldn’t help but hope Danny would become a permanent member of the family if he got along with Damian so quickly. 

Chapter 12

[mychlapci]

I have been procrastinating this gjksjdfs but i wanted to send some kind of like. i dont think it would be considered an end really but like at least a conclusion in a way to the mertwins thing, at least for the whole bit about them coming to live together in the facility

Prowl does get very very close to losing his job there. They suspend him indefinitely until they can decide what to do with him. They suspend Jazz too but like at least he knows when he's going back.

The two mers, meanwhile, have been consistently getting much better. They are finally eating properly, no longer engaging in such reckless behaviour, and most importantly have not attacked each other as most of the staff had feared. As much as they all dont agree with what Prowl did, they have to concede to the fact that he was right. Not that they'd ever tell him though.

But the mers are still defensive and display highly aggressive behaviour when approached. The staff have enough common sense, unlike some mechs, to keep away. It makes it difficult to check on them in some ways, but it's not too bad. But also this means they really dont know how these mers will react to other mers. Ideally they'd want to be able to socialise these two as well, eventually introducing them to a shared tank, but they cant do that in any good conscience right now

The staff continue to try to approach the two mers over months, but their responses never change. It's only one day when Prowl, finally fully recovered and having gotten a medic's full approval to be back, is back in the facility that they see a difference.

Prowl had specifically requested those documents from his medic. He wrote to the aquarium to specifically request a visit with all that paperwork. Eventually they could not say no and let him in. Just for a day. With escort. Not on any official business. Just a visit.

He just wanted to see how those two were for himself. Jazz had told him they were doing fine, but he wanted to see it with his own two optics.

He walks up to the tank and just stands there, looking in, relieved already just to see that he is not immediately greeted with angry snarls and banging on the glass. Honestly that in itself would have been enough for him. But he sees one of the mers swim past, stop, look at him, and then tilt its head. The mer, the red one, then quickly swims away, but soon returns dragging the yellow one with him. The red one gestures at Prowl, and then yellow one squints. They seem to communicate in subtle movements that Prowl doesnt understand before they look at him again

The red one swims up to the glass, dragging the other again. But this time they both look at Prowl, fins kept close to their frames, and bow their heads slightly.

The poor (or maybe very lucky) staff just like drops his datapad lmao cos he has never seen anything like this before

Prowl has never seen this behaviour before either. A form of respect, perhaps? A sign of thanks? He does not know, but he knows it is friendly. Their fins are not just not flared in aggression, but are actively held as flatly as possible. They want to appear as non-threatening as possible, perhaps an act of submission or friendship.

Prowl wouldn't be able to figure it out like this, but he knows they must mean well. He places his servo on the glass, and the mers seem happy enough with the response and soon swim off again

The staff of course are like what the heck and end up reevaluating Prowl's suspension. Now that he's physically fit... Maybe they should ask him to come back. Maybe he might be the only one who would be able to approach those two. It takes them a few weeks, but they end up bringing Prowl back in. And of course they tell him to be Careful this time. Please.

I think it all works out tho ^^ The twins maybe still never truly knew what happened but they know Prowl helped them. They eventually let him get near the water after a few attempts from him and a few peace offerings of food. They are very cautious tho. They never quite go near him. They will still display aggression if he tries to approach.

It takes quite a bit of time before they finally approach him. They finally get comfortable enough to be near him... and eventually allowing him to touch them (tho really this ends up being more of the twins poking and prodding at Prowl because they are curious and also a menace and want to know what the heck is up with these weird land mechs)

The staff are happy to see these two finally socialising and displaying even less aggressive behaviour than before. Maybe Prowl finally makes some friends too

it's ok, i procrastinated answering this for a turn. I definitely imagined the twins would eventually grow closer with Prowl... In a way, he's helped them more than anyone else could have. His grand gesture of reuniting the two ended up helping them understand that there are land-mechs that can be trusted. Ironic, I know.

Sunny and Sides prodding at Prowl, dragging him into their tank, excitedly banging their tails against the glass when he's walking by... it's all extremely uplifting social behaviour from mers that the facility thought they had no hope of rehabilitating <3

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Hello hei hi yes. Uhm i was wondering if i could perhaps make a request to. Something relating to maybe modern aegon or even tgc! However u want it! And for the plot part could it be sth of the fact their partner was nott very welcomed by people in their life all the time and so now they do evrrything to always make them feel wanted and needed and safe and all that jazz. Thank u love your stories!

heya bby, thank you for sending in this request!!! you know I'm a sucker for angst lol! I appreciate you, hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it xx apologies for the long wait!!!

Approval & Acceptance.

PAIRING: Modern!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 2,018.

WARNINGS: swearing, angst, mentions of slut-shaming, soft!Aegon.

A solid year had passed by since you'd plucked the courage to accept Aegon into your life, beyond the title of a mere friendly acquaintance. A wonderful, solid year it has been, now approaching the eve of your 1 year anniversary. Even prior to committing to Aegon as his one and only partner, you'd knew very little about him, although the extent of what you knew was not as pleasing as you’d liked…

A traditional part of living out a college life, many students often found themselves entangled in some sort of fraternity, which just happened to be the case for Aegon. He was quite the social butterfly, the centre of attention, although in a notorious way. The partying hardly ceased, only encouraging his previous habit of excessively drinking till he was passed out in some remote location of the campus. And the ladies… He relished in their undivided, carnally driven attention too, opting to satisfy his lust through sexual means, Aegon was a wild boy.

On the other hand, you had a rather mellow tune about yourself. More reserved and diligent with studies, although you did not mind the occasional outing, perhaps even a cocktail to go with it. You much rather preferred intimate, soulful gatherings than the chaotic mess of parties. Nonetheless, Aegon and yourself had mutually met one another and clicked instantaneously. The dynamic between you two was perfectly balanced, and gradually, romantic feelings had developed mutually.

The more of his time and thoughts you had naturally preoccupied, the more committed Aegon became, eager to devote his energy towards you. He began to disassociate himself from the all the unnecessary proclivities he'd previously pre-occupied himself with. Strenuously investing his efforts into making you as happy as can be.

The dates were splendid and fruitful, Aegon was infatuated with spoiling you with grand gestures and intimate, passionate love-making.

"I cannot get enough of you, sweetling, what have you done to me?"

Aegon would often mutter such pleasantries into your nearby ear, as he firmly held you close against his larger, warm body, enraptured in his arms, nothing but bare skin to skin contact.

It was undeniable, however...

The affection you naturally showered Aegon, was something that he'd been craving yet denied so vicariously throughout majority of his life. Upon mingling with you, it was all he could crave for, so desperately. Seeking for your approval and acceptance at all times. Your sweet, delicate scent had even become some sort of an addiction for him, that made him feral. Girls had come and gone in his life as means to satisfy his 'manly' needs, although none had remained, nor impressed him enough to have such a profound effect on him. With each lovingly, passing day, Aegon became more serious with you, serious enough that he had been intending to introduce you to his kin, as his girlfriend.

****

You'd been feverishly hesitant for tonight, as the hours tolled throughout the day, you could've sworn you were falling ill from the anticipation.

"Wh-What if they don't like me, Aeg? If they don't approve of me, what then? Do we stop seeing each other?"

"Oh, Y/N-C'mon, now. Be serious...Perhaps, they might not warm up to you but rest assured, they could never say no to some cake-" Aegon chuckled, as he fleetingly eyed the baked good resting on your lap, that you'd meticulously prepared hours ago, before resuming his attention back on the road ahead.

"Aegon, stop! You are absolutely no help right now! You know how these things stress me out," You defeatedly sulk, as you continue to dreadfully stare out across the vicinity beyond the car window. You could suspect Aegon's side glances towards your stoic direction, as he sensed the tension oozing from your stiff body.

"Y/N, baby, you know I'm only fucking with you, right?" Another glance exchanged between the road and you, you'd silently shrugged to Aegon's words.

"Y/N-"

A large hand gripped your chin firmly, pulling your face towards his direction.

"I mean it. I'm certain they are going to love you, baby, how could they not?"

His sweets words, earned a half-hearted smile from you, as you further leaned into his touch. His grip releasing from your chin, now reached over to your closest hand, as he pulled it over for a quick peck. Giving you a reassuring squeeze, before resuming the wheel, you felt a calm wash over, easing your worries for now...

****

"Aegon, that was fucking terrible. That went to shit pretty quick!" You vexed, as you aggressively smacked your clutch down on the dining table, Aegon silently following you behind as you entered your shared apartment. The car ride home felt long and painful, you both remained quiet, no words exchanged as you pondered over your vivid thoughts, emotions tense. You felt sick to your stomach, for the family dinner did not go accordingly, nor as Aegon had desperately hoped. The words he'd shared with you just moments before arriving to his family's place, now meant nothing, fuelled with delusions.

"Y/N, I-I'm sorry-" Aegon softly uttered, followed by a sigh, as he undid the tight buttons of his shirt, plopping himself defeatedly on the couch, as you removed the fine earrings you'd donned.

"It's not your fault, Aeg... They ripped into you just as much as much as they did me."

It was unfortunately the truth...

The moment you'd even entered the grand home, gifting the backed good to Alicent, who carefully eyed it, you'd already managed to trigger some spiteful side glances from his mother. As she closely eyed your figure up and down, beside her eldest son's side, her lips pursed in an almost disappointed look.

Aegon's father unwell, his health declining, as Aegon had pre-warned you, only managed to stay for a quick greeting, before resuming to the comfort of the bed. He seemed rather pleasant towards you, and rather wished for him to have stayed in place of Alicent, however, he too had a pre-dispositioned distaste for his eldest son, from again, what Aegon had disclosed to you.

"Forgive us, Aegon often rushes the girls out of the house, not bringing them in to be introduced, so this could be the first of many," Alicent spat, exchanging a smirk that you felt was fuelled with spite. Almost as though it was her jab at reducing you to the same type of 'company' Aegon would previously seek out.

"I should've known they would have acted this way, baby. A-As if they're trying to test me," Aegon exhaustedly stuttered, rubbing the furrow of his brows as he rested his head forward over his hands.

"And I just had to drag you into their fucking shit."

"Mother- You said you'd play nice... Now, this- This, is my darling, Y/N, Y/N this is everyone-," Aegon teased and hastily proceeded, a poor attempt of trying to alleviate his mother's harshness, as he gently pushed you forward.

"Helena, Aemond and Daeron-" Aegon continued as he gestured toward each sibling, you shaking each of their hands cordially. Respectively, Helaena too, seemed pleasant enough, although withdrawn and uninterested in the evening. Upon, close examination of her interactions with her own mother, it seemed the poor girl remained closed off towards her too, probably as means to not mingle with such bitterness. Daeron, Aegon's youngest brother, immediately succumbed to the distraction of his phone, silencing the conversation at hand with his costly looking headphones.

Aemond, on the other hand, showed no interest nor the slightest inch of a smile, as he stood self-assuringly by his mother's side, exchanging a private word with her as they guided you into the dining room, where the meals had been set and prepped already.

Questions had been asked about your studies, job and general background, although you felt they were said more out of obligation than the actual itch of wanting to know.

Aegon gradually grew rigid as the minutes went by, his mother and brothers, exchanging quick jabs at the eldest for his indecency, lack of dignity in his ventures and poor choices. You felt for Aegon deeply, wounded mutually by their brutal words, for it seemed as though they were reluctant to get to know the reinvented version of himself. Stubborn in their perceptions of him, deeming him "incapable of change" as Aemond insisted, in the confinement of the kitchen as he aided his mother in the dishes... You had overheard their private conversation, although refused to mention such things to Aegon, for it would upset him even more.

For a while, Aegon continued to divert the conversation onto you, wanting his family to optimise the opportunity to know you, although it seemed his efforts were pinned against him.

After revealing that Aegon and yourself had met mutually at a party, you'd witnessed a sly, haste exchange between Aemond and his mother, before Alicent coughed up the audacity to say:

"So I see you are not so different from where my son finds his usual tastes."

"Aegon, you didn't know-" Slowly walking over towards his dejected side on the couch, tenderly rubbing small circles on his back.

"If anything, they were quite volatile to you too, baby."

"Yes, but Y/N this is nothing new for me...If I'm being honest with myself, I gave them all the reasons in the fucking world, to hate me, but you?-" His attention panned towards you, as his hands cupped your tearful face in his instinctively, a saddened look struck upon him as he noticed your hurt one.

"How could they say such awful things about you, my sweet, sweet angel-" Aegon leaning in closer, closed the short distance between you both, as he planted a passionate kiss against your soft, lipstick stained lips.

"I truly am sorry about their behaviour, baby- I'm going to have a real, hard chat with them tomorrow, trust. Let's just get ready for bed." As you nodded your head in agreement, you both stood up, Aegon following you closely behind, holding one hand, whilst the other cheekily spanked your ass, as you gracefully walked. Turning swiftly to face him, now a sly look strewed across your face, you knew that Aegon deserved some sort of reward for putting up with tonight.

****

Nonetheless, you fucked him real good, it seemed it greatly helped to relieve the tension built up from the night prior, for the both of you. Having been drained mentally from the dinner, and physically exhausted from the long, sensual rounds of sex, you awoke the next morning to Aegon's missing figure from his usual side of the bed. Your arm reaching out only to be met with cold, empty sheets, instead you reached over for your phone. The unlocked screen had already displayed an unread message from "Aegon."

"Gone to speak to my family, angel. Don't wait to have breakfast, I'll be back for some more fucking as my reward. I love you."

You couldn't help but smile, for despite how belittled Aegon was, he was considerably resilient. He never hesitated to defend those that he cared for, those that he sincerely loved, and you were nothing less.

He had retuned an hour later, and disclosed the exact discussion that had taken place. From what you'd heard, it seemed Aegon had plentiful to say this time, whereas his mother and Aemond, remained to be the ones biting their venomous tongues. Giving them the ultimatum to apologise, or he'd refused to see them once more, Alicent immediately insisted he bring you over for another attempt of a family dinner.

Aegon and yourself agreed, however on your terms. You'd be the ones to arrange the date and time that best catered for yourselves.

And just as he'd mentioned and liked to remind you, you had rewarded Aegon with a generous amount more of fucking, before lounging around in each other's pleasant company. Warmly embraced in Aegon's arms on the couch, as you nestled in, to watch a cringe rom-com, the night before slowly became a blur.

It was the small, precious moments that mattered most...

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Glitch in Time replacing Phantom Planet

A Glitch in Time could definitely replace Phantom Planet in the canon timeline with frankly easy changes. Danny’s powers wane because he’s lost passion and purpose once everyone has Fentontech to hunt ghosts? Dan (hereafter called Dante) comes back because Vlad wanted time travel? Major lore dump leading to emotional growth and a set goal for Danny? We can work with this as either a season 3 ending or season 4 opening.

Danny wants to be an astronaut. It’s the visual thematic consistency in his bedroom, it’s the only thing his mother remembers in the episode about her wanting to bond with him and reminiscing about the time when he told her ‘everything,’ and it’s likely the first or second reason he cares so much about his grades and about earning them. (The other reason being his desperation for his parents’ approval and the way the Fentons tie value to intelligence.)

Being a ghost hunting hero is nice and all but it consumes his every waking moment and cuts into his sleep. He can’t study because he’s hunting ghosts; he can’t sleep because a ghost escaped the lab right as he drifted off; he can’t finish a test or a class both because he’s exhausted and underprepared and because he’s off fighting ghosts who pop up in the middle of the fucking day, too, and if he’s quick and good enough about it then his teachers aren’t sympathetic because far as they’re concerned nothing really happened besides Danny ditching class.

Danny’s actual passion in life, what fuels his spirit, is slipping through his fingertips and it kills him, and it’s beginning to kill his powers. He’s getting weaker and weaker, forcing his parents, Valerie, Jazz Sam and Tuck, and even the GIW to pick up his slack, but only he, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker are even vaguely humane about the treatment of ghosts so that’s unacceptable! What if one of them catches Cujo?

Danny’s powers are failing him because his passion in/for life is fleeing him and his spirit is running out of fuel. Sam, and Tucker point out that even if Danny doesn’t have the grades to make it into Nasa, he could start a space exploration branch of Fentonworks. The Specter Speeder™️ works in 0G after all, and the Fenton Bazooka™️ can open short term portals between Earth and the Spirit world for more rapid travel to the moon and beyond. It can surely be modified for intra-dimensional travel. Danny laments that the conflict between Ghosts and Humans will keep him away from space for the rest of his life.

Vlad has decided to track down Clockwork, Master of Time, so he can go back and fix his life. If he could just find out what’s in Ecto-Dejecto and use it to stabilize his “perfect” clone; if he could go back and properly sweet talk Daniel into joining him; if he could go back and stop his accident from happening in the first place or at least change the part of it that left him with ecto-acne! If if if!

He barges in, he makes his demands, Clockwork tells him to fuck off in riddlespeak. They fight, but before Clockwork decides that it’s time for Hax since Vlad is pretty powerful, Vlad knocks Clocky into the pedestal holding Dan’s thermos. The thermos falls and the pedestal lands on just enough of it to break the thing.

Dante is free.

Clockwork is horrified, and confused about the fact that he didn’t see this coming. That split second of shock is all Dante needed to phase into Clockwork, pushing Overshadowing to and beyond its limits and absorbing the Master of Time into himself. This horrifying abomination violently destabilizes the timeline simply by existing, and just like that the end of everything

Jazz, Jack, Maddie and Valerie, along with the local army’s worth of GIW agents, face off against Dante while The Trio and Vlad go to his mansion for a map/clue to ultimate power in the Spirit World. They note Vlad is Still cloning Danny and Danny at minimum should worry that since Vlad could very easily get Jack to tell him what’s in the ecto-dejecto, the clone is likely stable.

Ghost squad go through everything at Pariah’s Keep, time jump shenanigans included, and discover the lore secrets of the Spirit World.

Along the way, Vlad comments on how he could’ve taught Danny so much about holding onto his powers and Danny remarks that if Vlad had let go of his bitterness toward the only person in the world who actually cares about him and obsession over a woman who made her choice in marrying Jack, he’d’ve been a beloved part of Danny’s family and life.

Danny and Vlad both gain a boost from learning they aren’t freaks but are in fact the way nature intends people to be.

Danny concludes that if he can bring harmony between the Spirit World and Earth, he won’t have to keep all of his focus on defending them from each other. Resolute in his decision to be the bridge between worlds, Danny’s power is restored and boosted beyond his previous limits.

The amped HalfGhost duo faces off against Dante and defeats him with violence and the power of friendship. Clockwork is removed from Dante, tosses him into one of the clone bodies, and sets about repairing the several Realms destroyed by their battle.

Vlad returns to his home to find the half-ghost son he always wanted - the clone isn’t truly a clone, made with half of Danny’s genes and half of Vlad’s, the perfect vessel for Dante - and Danny resolves to tell his parents the truth.

[smallnico]

7 for the ask game.

hell yeahhhh thanks for asking!!

7. Describe their arc. How would a player help resolve it? What choices can be made? Can your Tav be turned down a dark path, or pulled to a lighter one?

i already touched on this in the romance ask but, as is the durge way, esper's arc is hinged on whether they embrace or reject bhaal. i do like to imagine that the facts of their arc are more of a flavour to the actual conflict with esper, which is about doing what you're meant to do versus having the freedom to fuck around and just exist.

hella elaboration under the cut, it's long lmao

esper is a character who doesn't feel entitled to anything. everything they have is a gift they owe someone else, and that gift requires constant vigilance and maintenance to avoid disrespecting the person who bestowed it upon them. they'll never admit it but one of their greatest shames is that they sometimes feel proud of the hand they've had in cultivating their own skills, because it really does require a lot of work, but none of that work is really theirs to give or take pride in because the way they see it, it's really the least they could do.

especially when they don't have any memories, and all they have is the frantically cobbled-together mask of behaviours that assure that the people they're travelling with won't abandon them, nothing esper has feels like theirs, not even their mind, not even their body. they will do anything in their capacity to be useful to and liked by the people around them, and when the voice of their god and creator tells them to kill, the only thing really stopping them is an (in their/bhaal's mind) stubborn and spiteful flaw in their soul that insists that they don't want to -- they want to do something that's all theirs, that they can actually feel proud of, they want to feel like their messy and complicated existence as a person is true and worth something, that it isn't just a mistake someone made while trying to craft the perfect tool.

the choice for the player is complicated by the fact that esper is really very good at killing and magic, and is extremely receptive to being told what to do. they won't disapprove of your choices if you're evil or good, as long as you're good at what you're doing. when utilized correctly they're versatile and efficient, and they'll make themself useful to you like their life depends on it by offering psychic insights into the people you come across, saying the things you're afraid to say, offering to stay back as a sacrifice, all that jazz, because their comfort zone (even without memories) is Being Used. they compare themself to a well-balanced sword or an instrument -- someone crafted it with love and skill, and it would be both a shame and a waste to not sharpen it, tune it, use it, maintain it, let it do what it was meant to do. let the sword swing and find flesh, let the violin play in a concert hall.

(sidenote: i have in my mind the idea that you gain approval from them by passing skill checks to resolve situations in clever ways, and lose approval by failing skill checks where the consequences matter -- because esper would feel a twinge of disgust at the type of person who, say, lets a child that they were Trying to save die because they overestimated their own abilities and clearly didn't care enough to ensure success or adequately assess their own limits. if you fail at something you care about esper Will make you feel worse about it. they suck lmao)

but at the end of the day, esper isn't an object, and it's kind of the fundamental tragedy of their existence that they were made to be both a person and a tool, so the mere act of using them as bhaal intended to would be an act of violence. esper has character quirks that embarrass them: they have medicine proficiency, but their bedside manner is atrocious -- they love having money, and they will get SO frustrated if you spend it frivolously -- they have a soft spot for mischief and for the thieflings, and they're always down for a childish shenanigan (even if you have to persuade them so they can save face) -- a good cuddle makes them so incandescently happy they don't know what to do with themself -- the moment you make them feel okay with showing you things they will show you the cool rock or the weird bug they found -- they loooove messing with people and Will play along immediately if they notice that's what you're doing -- esper is always down for theft and fraud and scamming people --

-- that's esper. point is. resolving esper's internal shame and self-loathing by telling them to embrace bhaal and efface their chance at personhood is less a matter of whether they'll be a good or redeemable person or not (because even if you do get them to reject bhaal they're still a bad person lmao) and more about whether they'll be A Real Person or not. by embracing bhaal, esper concedes that the right thing to do is to cede control to the higher power that determines their use, to which they owe their existence, that their whole personality was a distraction and a mistake from the inexorable pull of their destiny, and fighting against it to begin with was an act of disrespect for which they'll be atoning forever.

and you can't really Tell esper to reject bhaal, either. like, you can, and they will, but it will be because they like you more and they're ceding control of their destiny to you instead. you kind of have to patiently encourage them to do what they want to do and get them to a point where when faced with the decision to embrace or reject, and you ask esper what they want to do, they can honestly say that they would rather be dead than in the hands of a creator that designed them with personhood specifically To Have That Personhood Violated, but they can also look at you and honestly say that you helped them see that they wanted to have a life anyway.

and then bhaal kills them but withers brings them back yay

if you read all this i love u. thank u again for asking!!