#sam x danny x bunny

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butterfly kisses || sam x danny x reader

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Summary: Catastrophizing silly things works hard, but true love works harder.

Pairing: Sam x Danny x Reader | Genres: fluff, h/c | Word Count: 4k  Warnings: none!

A/N: My first ever official Sam x Danny x Bunny fic! This one's for @shutupdevvie especially (there's some angst which I know is not your favorite but I promise there's a happy ending!) I hope you guys like it! ♡

“Bunny, do you want to get in the shower with me and Sam?”

Pressing your face against the pillow, you groaned a little in protest of being woken. You felt Danny’s broad hand on your back and wished he'd let you sleep.

“What time is it?” you mumbled, trying to remember if you had anywhere to be.

“Six-thirty,” he said. You heard the shower come on and pulled the blankets more snugly around you.

“You don't have to if you don't want to,” he said, and you weren't really listening to what he said, pulled back to sleep by the low, comforting rumble of his voice. “I just won't see you until this afternoon, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmured. “Love you.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Love you too.”

A little later, you were woken again by the sunshine through your windows and the smell of coffee brewing. You remembered vaguely that Danny had tried to coax you out of bed at six-thirty, an ungodly time to get up on a Saturday; it was near eight now, and though that was still early in your book, it was more reasonable. Untangling yourself from the blankets, you padded out of the bedroom in search of your boyfriends.

Sam and Danny were in the kitchen, but if their deep, slow kissing was any indication, having breakfast wasn’t very high on their list of priorities at the moment. Though Danny was dressed in his smart golf outfit like he was about to head out the door, he'd obviously taken his time with Sam this morning before he had to leave; a half-empty coffee pot, soft music on the speaker, and the obvious moony afterglow all spoke of a slow, romantic morning between the two of them.

You kind of wished you'd gotten out of bed to join them earlier, but there was no reason you couldn't join them now. Still, you stayed by the doorway and watched them a moment, enjoying the picture of domestic bliss they made. They’d been dating for almost a year before you came along, and their love for each other was one of the things that had made you fall for them in the first place.

Sam put a hand on Danny’s chest. “Hey, you're gonna be late,” he said, though he sounded reluctant to let Danny go.

Danny hummed and kissed under Sam’s jaw. “What time is it?”

“Almost eight.”

Danny pulled back at that. “Shit, really? I gotta run.”

Sam laughed and turned Danny loose. “Yeah, I know.”

Danny went to gather up his things, looking a little harried now that he knew what time it was. “Tell bunny bye for me.”

You piped up from the doorway. “Bunny’s right here.”

Danny turned and gave you a strained smile. “Hi, sweetheart. I’m headed out, but I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed. “What time do you think you’ll be back?”

“Uh...” He looked around for his keys, distracted. “I don't know, honey. Sometime this afternoon.”

“Take your time,” Sam offered, starting to make your breakfast at the stove. “Bunny and I are gonna go on a date.”

“Are we?” you asked, pleasantly surprised. Whatever it was, you were happy just to spend time with him.

He smiled. “Yeah, I thought we could go to the botanical garden since they brought the butterfly exhibit back.”

“Can we?” you said excitedly. “Oh, I've been dying to go!”

Danny brushed past you on his way out the door, and you put a hand on his arm, sure that he'd just forgotten he hadn't given you his usual good morning-kiss. 

“Are you okay with us going without you?” you asked. The three of you often went out in pairs on dates when the other was busy, but this was something special to you, and you wanted to make sure he knew you would wait to go until he could go too.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said, sounding a little impatient. “I saw it with Sam last year.”

That must have been before you were dating them, and you felt a little hurt; even if he didn't really care to see the exhibit again, he could have made it sound like he was sad to miss going with you. But you understood he was trying to get out the door and so tried to let it roll off your back.

“Do you want to meet us for lunch after?” you asked.

“Sure,” he said. “Text me.” He softened a little. “Have fun at the butterfly thing. Take a cute picture for me.”

“Okay,” you agreed happily. You stood on tiptoes, expecting your kiss; his phone buzzed, and he pulled it out of his pocket to read the text.

“Shit, I really am late,” he said. “Gotta go.” He glanced at you, standing expectantly in front of him, and he raised a brow.

“What?”

You rocked back on your heels. “Nothing,” you said, a little crestfallen. “Just wanted a kiss before you left.”

You might have imagined it, but thought you heard him sigh a little. “Okay, bunny.” He gave you a quick, cursory kiss, and when you tried to deepen it and put your arms around his neck, he gently pulled you off him.

“No time to get frisky, bunny,” he said. “I’ll see you after a while.”

“Just one more kiss,” you said, teasing a little, hoping to lighten his mood. You definitely didn't imagine his sigh then.

“You didn't get up when I asked you to,” he reminded you. “I had time for all this earlier, but I'm running late now.”

You pulled back from him. “I’m not asking for a candlelight dinner and a bubble bath,” you protested. “I just wanted a kiss, that’s all.”

“Okay, well, you got one. Now I really gotta leave, alright?”

You got the message loud and clear. You pulled back from him and let him go, feeling an uncomfortable twist in your stomach.

When he’d left, you turned to Sam. “What was that all about?”

“Hm?” He poured you a cup of coffee. “What was what all about?”

“That,” you said, gesturing to the door. “He didn't talk to me except to be upset with me. And barely kissed me.”

Sam shrugged. “He’s running late. I’m sure he wasn't trying to be mean.”

Anticipating that he would hand you your coffee, you reached out for it; he gave you a look, holding it just out of reach.

“Uh-uh, bunny,” he scolded, but his impish smile gave him away. “Payment first.”

You put your hands on your hips. “And what kind of payment would that be?”

He bowed his head closer to yours. “Kiss, please.”

You happily complied, enjoying kissing someone who actually wanted you to, and loving the way Sam bracketed you in against the counter. You melted against him and looked up at him with a dreamy smile.

“Hi,” you said.

He smirked. “Hi, bunny. Good morning.”

The glow of Sam’s kisses put you in a better mood for a while, but as you kept him company while he made your breakfast, you couldn't help but replay your tiff with Danny in your head. 

“Did I interrupt something earlier?” you asked cautiously, trying to think of why Danny had treated you differently than he’d treated Sam. “It’s okay if you guys want some... alone time.”

Sam smiled. “What are you talking about? We're dating you, too, silly girl. You’re more than welcome to jump in anytime.”

“I know, but...” You sighed. It didn't feel that way at the moment, not when Danny had been so sweet with Sam and so short with you. There had been a few bumps in the road, of course, navigating a partnership of three, but overall they'd been very good about making you feel just as much a part of the relationship. Maybe that was why it stung so much, because you usually never felt left out or like you weren't welcome.

“Listen, bunny,” Sam said patiently. “You don't have to catastrophize. I know you. He was just running late.”

“That didn't stop him from kissing the daylights out of you earlier,” you pointed out. 

“Aw, bunny,” he said sweetly. “Is that what it is? You wanted a kiss like that? You have two boyfriends you can get them from, you know.”

“You already gave me one,” you said moodily. 

“There’s no law that says I can't give you another. You want another?”

You softened. “Yes, please.”

He obliged you, kissing you slowly and with intention, and gave you a hug after.

“Don’t be sad, bunny,” he said kindly. “I’m sure Danny didn't mean to make you upset, and he definitely didn't kiss us based on how much he likes us. Okay?”

You nodded, trying to do as he said and forget it. Danny was just having a stressful morning; it didn't reflect on how he felt about you. He loved you, and you reminded yourself of that truth as you texted him to smooth things over, telling him you hoped he had fun and that you and Sam would miss him.

Setting your phone aside, not letting yourself wait until he texted you back, you had your breakfast with Sam and got ready for your date.

At the botanical garden, Sam snapped a couple hundred pictures of you and the butterflies and the flowers with his film camera. You took a few pictures with your phone and sent them to Danny, but you got nothing back; he was probably busy playing and didn't have time to text you. You were sure he'd reply when he could, and at the very least, you knew he'd like to see them when you met him for lunch later.

Sam was sweet and romantic and funny as he always was, holding your hand and telling you fun facts about the different types of butterflies.

“Look right there,” he said, pointing out three butterflies on a broad monstera leaf. “It’s us.”

You smiled, careful as you slowly got closer to the trio. “The big orange one is Danny,” you agreed. “And we can fight over who gets to be the pink one and who gets to be the red one.”

“I don't want to fight,” Sam said kindly. “I know you want to be the pink one.”

You beamed up at him. “And the red one is perfect for you anyway, because it matches your new suit.”

He kissed your cheek. “So clever, bunny. That's why we keep you around.”

You took a picture of the butterflies and sent it to Danny, and you thought it was cute that Sam did the same after taking one with his camera. A moment later, his phone buzzed with a text, and you wondered — or worried, more accurately — that it was a reply from Danny when you hadn't managed to get a text back yet.

“Who are you texting?” you asked, your voice sounding more strained than you wanted it to. 

Sam smiled. “Dan. What, I can't text my boyfriend?”

You were surprised how much that stung. “He’s my boyfriend too.”

Sam’s brow creased in a frown. “Of course he is. I didn't mean it like that, bunny.” He put his phone back in his pocket and reached apologetic hands out to you. “Hey, what's going on? Are you still upset about this morning?”

You leaned against his chest and let him hold you, figuring that was answer enough.

“I told you he was just stressed because he was late,” you said, running a soothing hand over your back. “But I guess it hurt your feelings pretty bad, huh?”

You nodded miserably.

“Okay, bunny,” he said. “You're allowed to feel like that.”

“He hasn’t texted me back all day,” you said. “And I thought maybe he was busy, but as soon as you text him, he's got all the time in the world to reply.”

He gave a doubtful hum. “I don't know what to say about that,” he said, and you appreciated his honesty. “Ask him when we get lunch. I bet there's a good reason.”

You shook your head. “You meet him for lunch. I want to go home.”

“Oh, my sweet bunny,” he said, giving you a tight, comforting squeeze. “We’ll go home if you want to, but we'll tell Danny to come home too so you can talk.”

“I don't wanna.”

“I’m not close to tears,” you lied, pulling back and trying to get yourself back in hand. Sam brushed your hair back from your face, and you were thankful for his patience and understanding.

He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“Communication is the only way this kinda thing works, honey. Otherwise we’d all be upset all the time, and nobody's needs would be met, and all three of us would be sad and confused and close to tears in the butterfly exhibit.”

“Do you want to stay a little bit longer?” he asked gently. “I think there's still a koi pond to see.”

You took his hand. “Take me to the fishes, lover.”

He laughed and squeezed your hand. “Atta girl.”

The rest of your date was lovely, aside from your constant hope that Danny would text you back, and you thought of how nice it would be to come back sometime with both of your boyfriends. You missed Danny; though you loved spending time with Sam, you both felt incomplete without him, like a puzzle missing an important piece. 

You knew Sam was right about talking to Danny; you should use this as a learning experience so it didn't happen again if you could help it. But what would you say? That you felt he loved Sam more than you? It wasn't true, and rationally, you knew you were catastrophizing; but when your emotions ran wild as they sometimes tended to do, you were afraid it was true. 

You couldn't imagine your life without both of them. You’d rather have neither of them than only one, and when you were honest with yourself, you knew they felt the same way too. But vulnerability was a tricky thing, and evidently you had some practicing to do with it.

Back at home, Sam let Danny know to meet you there and settled with you on the couch. It had started to rain, the sunshiney weather turning to a summer storm that matched your mood. You lay with your head in Sam’s lap, looking through the pictures on his phone for any you wanted, some nature documentary playing on the tv.

“Are you gonna be into butterflies now?” you asked, listening to a soothing British voiceover describing the migration patterns of the bright orange monarchs on the screen.

“Yeah, I’m into it,” he said, a little distracted as he paid diligent attention to the narrator.

You sent some pictures from Sam's phone to yours, especially liking the one of you blowing a kiss to the butterfly that had landed on your fingers. You saw that Sam had sent it to Danny, and that Danny had replied, look at our girl :) how lucky are we?

Your throat felt tight. It was silly to be so upset with Danny, and it wasn't right of you to be so doubtful of him over something so little. You were allowed to be hurt, but creating disasters in your head when you knew how much he loved you — that was something you needed to be honest about and to apologize to him for.

Setting Sam's phone aside, you curled up against him and let him run his fingers through your hair as the movie played.

“I’m gonna fall asleep,” you mumbled after a while, starting to feel drowsy.

He patted your shoulder. “Okay, bunny. Have a good nap.”

You dozed for a while, curling your arm around Sam’s leg, happily snuggled as the rain drummed on the roof. You didn't hear the door open, and the quiet conversation between Sam and Danny was a comforting lullaby. For a moment, in that dreamy half-asleep haze, you were perfectly content now that both your boys were home with you.

You heard a comfortable, tired sigh and opened your eyes to see Danny sitting at Sam’s feet, level with you. He tilted his head and looked you over with a gentle expression, and you gave him a drowsy smile.

“Hi, Dan.”

He smiled back. “Hi, bunny.”

You noticed the damp shoulders of his golf shirt. “Did your game get rained out?”

“The tail end,” he agreed. “I was winning, though, so I'm okay with it.”

“I’m glad you're home,” you said truthfully.

“Me too, bunny.” He brushed a cautious hand over your arm. “But I think I need to apologize to you.”

You didn't know why, but his soft voice made you feel like crying. You reached a hand out to touch his cheek, and he put his big hand over yours.

“Me too,” you said quietly.

A frown tugged at his features. “What do you mean? You didn't do anything wrong.”

You felt Sam’s encouraging, reassuring hand on your arm, telling you he was proud of you for being honest. You drew a deep breath, trying to be brave.

“I was upset about this morning,” you said, your voice wobbly. “And I let myself make it into a whole thing. I might not have said anything to you, but I wasn't being kind when I thought of why you'd been short with me, and I let it make me more upset than it should have. I'm sorry, Danny.”

He sighed. “Aw, bunny. Come here.”

He gathered you in a hug, holding you close and pressing kisses to your cheek. 

“I appreciate you apologizing,” he said. “I understand why you were upset. I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings, but I know I did, and I’m sorry. I was trying to get out the door, but I shouldn't have been so impatient with you.”

“I missed you,” you said softly. “I didn't mean to make you mad.”

“I know,” he said gently. “You didn't. I was frustrated with the whole thing, and I took it out on you, and I shouldn’t have done that.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “I texted you. You didn't say anything back.”

“No,” he agreed, apologetic. “But I figured texting Sam was like texting both of you, since you were together, and I guess that didn't help. I'm sorry, bunny. Will you forgive me?”

You nodded, feeling a weight come off you now that things were mended, thankful and not surprised, now, with how easy it had been when love was so steady between you.

“Of course I will. Thank you for apologizing.”

You felt his smile. “Can I give you that kiss I should have given you this morning?”

You pressed your mouth to his in answer, and he kissed you all slow and gentle like you'd wanted him to before he left. His long lashes brushed your cheek, and you giggled as you carded your hands through his hair.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, a smile in his voice.

“Nothing,” you said, blushed and soft and happy. “You just gave me butterfly kisses. I thought it was fitting.”

He chuckled. “You’re so sweet, bunny,” he said tenderly. “I don't deserve you. I love you very much.”

“I love you very much too,” you said softly. You lay back on Sam’s lap and were rewarded with a kiss from him. “Both of you.”

Danny stood and patted Sam’s knee. “Alright. I'm going to get changed, and when I get back, I want a spot on the couch.”

You and Sam happily complied, making room for your boyfriend to join you for the rest of the documentary. 

“You were right,” you told Sam, taking the throw blankets from the back of the couch for all of you to share. “Communication is the only way this kinda thing works.”

He smiled. “I know I’m right. Tell me, bunny, when have I ever been wrong?”

You laughed and kissed him, so grateful for his steadiness and humor, glad he had been right after all.

Danny came back out in his soft sweater and pajama pants, and he laughed when you both made grabby hands at him. He put himself in the middle so Sam could snuggle close and you could have a turn with your head in his lap.

“Hey, that’s the one you said I was,” Danny said, watching the monarch butterfly flit from flower to flower on the tv. You felt him tense a little. “Or, the one Sam said I was. Which one did you pick for me, bunny?”

“That one,” you said, endeared to his hesitance. You weren't upset any more, and you didn't want him to feel like he had to walk on eggshells with you. “We both agreed.”

“Oh. Okay,” he said happily. “I bet you were the pink one, huh?”

You smiled. “Yep. Sam was very sweet to let me have it.”

“Well, I wanted the sexy red one to be me,” Sam said seriously, drawing laughter from you and Danny. “And I think it would be a missed opportunity not to say this, so, both of you give me butterflies.”

“Aw, Sam, you give us butterflies too,” you said.

“Sexy red ones,” Danny agreed, and you loved the sound of Sam’s laugh.

Cuddled together, the three of you enjoyed the hush of rain and each other’s closeness. You and Sam told Danny about your date, and Danny told you about his game; taking interest in what the others talked about, you all decided that despite your various adventures apart, you much preferred to be together.

Danny kissed Sam’s forehead and leaned down to give you a kiss too.

“I love you both,” he said, his voice soft and gentle. “You know that, don't you?”

You and Sam both agreed that you did, because there was no way not to know it, not when the three of you could rest so easily in the love you had for each other. Your hand found Sam’s somewhere under the blankets; Sam rested his head on Danny’s shoulder, and Danny ran his hand in a slow, comforting rhythm over your back. There in the quiet of the home you'd made together, the rain falling steadily and comfort covering the three of you like a warm blanket, you felt you'd never been happier, and knew with all your heart that your boys felt the same way too.

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[blogjhm]

Now all of these characters including Barbie and Ken are wanted for committing crimes against the law.

[emdeerm]

So, originally, I was thinking of how much the events that happen to him would impact him as Damian. But then I realised something, the events that happen to him don't have to be super traumatic to him specifically.

When he arrived to his Father’s house, Danny was, admittedly, a little worried about getting attached and not being able to leave. He didn't have much attachment towards anyone in Ra's cult tho. He wasn't fruitloopy enough to actually buy any of their teachings despite associating with Vlad.

Anyway, he whispered about his worries to Clockwork a day before he left to Bruce and thought long and hard about what to do. And well, he wasn't a Heir to the Demon for nothing. The training did bear fruits. All he had to do, is use the background the adults in his life so far were actively making for him.

He was supposed to be a child assassin that believed that he had to fight for his Father's affection and his rightful place, wasn't he? So that's what he did. He did feel very guilty regarding what he did to Tim in his first few weeks there. Stubbing him in the shoulder and then "attempting" to end him later on was going against everything Danny stood for but he had to do it.

It worked and the family, despite their attempts to connect, couldn't really see past the "Stubby baby ninja". The closest anyone had gotten, was Dick. On numerous occasions, Danny wished that they met as Danny and Dick and not when he was Damian, in fact, he found the whole family quite fun to hang around with. (He may or may not be planning on how to go about meeting them later when he becomes Danny again. Let's just say, he wasn't that successful in coming up with a plan).

He found a way to distance himself from them and stuck to it.

Damian was killed by Heretic and went to hell for a some time.

Welp, in order to actually reconnect with his ghostly side, Danny needed to die and Clockwork arranged for that. His trip to hell, which wasn’t revealed to others until he had to talk about it (not in detail mind you), was actually him going back to Infinate Realms where he spent some time catching up with his Rugues and checking the Realms over. The scary part of hell he passed through, when he was with other heroes, was just a small part of the territory he was in (if we take it post AGIT, then he knows he is a Bridge and was doing some much needed maintenance. If he's GK, then his presence there was even more understandable).

So, He was there and got revived but because it was done using Chaos Shard and not Lazarus Pits like he thought he'd be, he was back to being almost fully human with just some ghostly trates picking through (a little bit better at blending into thr shadows, some occasional intangiblity or invisibility, not much). It was... a bit disappointing.

When Bruce was lost in time, he helped Tim with finding him because he knew how to. Originally, he was going to just let Tim do his thing but then he saw just how much it took out of the teen, he couldn't do it. He just couldn't let him destroy himself over this, especially when his family wasn't believing him at all.

Damian helped Tim much to the latter's surprise.

The whole Lizard Cult Death Match debacle is also a lot less about him proving to himself that he wasn't a monster and more about the fact that he needed a sure way of becoming a Halfa again. It worked. After his first death during the Death Matches, he absorbed the ambient Ecto and was once again a freshly 14 Half Ghost.

Getting to know his crazy Grandma was an expected thing but oh well.

Learning that Pariah Dark was actively trying to escape through the Pits and wasn't just asleep was also a shock.

So since the Matches, under the pretence of finding himself like Bruce did, Damian traveled all over the world locating and closing the Pits.

He learned that Respawn was his brother and allowed himself a moment of weakness. He saved him when he was about to die and hid him with Frostbite (please, help me work this point out. I don't know enough about Respawn yet but the happiness on Damian's face when he learned that he had a Biological brother was too much not to include.)

Anyway, 16th Bday rolls around and... he leaves.

He didn't even wait for the cake or anything. (If we take it that Alfred is dead, then off. If Damian saved him because he was more skilled, then nice. You choose).

Damian left nearly everything but a few momentos behind and left. He suppressed the longing for the life he built, as dysfunctional as it was, and disappeared, fully intending not to see anyone again.

A few days later Danny was back in Amity Park and was telling his friends how he was on one heck of an adventure from Clockwork just now. Oh, and meet my new Brother.

_____

Unbeknownst to him, he was a very loved part of the Batfamily. He tried to be snobbish and rude and they bought it for the first year or so, but then he helped Tim and it started the trend of other members noticing his awkward kindness.

They loved their little Stubby brother.

They were distraught when he disappeared again. Completely disappeared. No trackers, no chips, no camera ever saw him leave (he used his Halfa powers to leave and Amity is so enveloped in Ecto, it'salmost on the line between the Realms and mortal world. Normal people arents even aware it exists).

Needless to say, they are frantic and are searching for him

Danny is reborn as Damian Wayne except he has zero plans of staying as Damien

There was an incident when Danny was 16 that caused him major injuries. in a deal with Clockwork as a way to technically rejuvenate him with no repercussions and as a way to still watch over Amity with full power. he needed to be reborn.

He is reborn back in time as Damian Wayne. Danny has to do certain things as canon events but by the time he reaches 16, he can leave and go back to Amity. which will not have even realized he has been gone.

Danny goes through all the normal plot points like being raised by the League of Assassins and going to train with his father as Robin but instead of treating it as his entire life's purpose he is treating it like a Clockwork mission. Danny has done a lot of missions where no time has changed at all between his leaving and coming back to the present so he is not very concerned.

Unfortunately for Danny he did not think of the loose ends he would leave. The bat family wakes up one morning expecting for Damien to be at breakfast only for him to not show up. They check rooms, Friends and trackers but they cannot find him. 

While Danny is reuniting with his friends and about to start his senior year, the entire hero community is trying to figure out where Damian has gone.

[fanaroff]

Master Post

For my own peace of mind to be able to find my own stuff :) you can use it if you wanna as well. Everything's under the bar to save room!

Original Art:

| >> Battle Wound Kitties |

Danny Phantom Stuff: Above the Nasty Burger | Ao3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3- Companion Piece | DP Fanart: | >> DP x DC Downed Danny | >>Baby Mer!Danny | >>Ghost King Danny Design Sheet [ATNB] | >>Ember Is A Star [ATNB/Blast Off] | >>Ember and GK!Danny Redesign Lineup [ATNB] | >>Booja Blast | >> Infection AU: Mosquito Malignance | Plot Bunnies, Prompts (Additions), and Oneshots: | >>DP x DC Watchtower Haunting | >>DP x DC Downed Danny | >> DP Ice Age | >> DP x DC It’s In The Cave | >> DP x DC Space Like An Ocean | >> It’s “Halfa” | >> DP Oneshot: He’s Death | >> DP x DC: Keeps Coming Back | >> DP x DC Prompt: Reliving | >> Little Baby Man In the Past | >> DP Prompt: Incarnations | >> DP Let Him Cry | >>DP x DC Phantom Host | >> Dp Sam and Tucker Neurodivergent but Danny Neurotypical | >>DP x DC Greatest Prank? | >>Sleight of Handyman |

Cult of the Lamb Stuff:

Can’t post NSFW to Tumblr so here’s where my COTL collective spicy is: Here!

COTL Choiceless AU:

Prompt: Choiceless

Reference Sheet: Faust and Narinder

Relationship in 5 Mins

| Comic #1 | Continuation |

Choiceless Minis: | Snort Laugh | Made With Love | Bunny Suit | Bunny Suit (Spicy) |

One Shot: | Prayer Is Delicious |

COTL Fanart:

| >>Village WIP | >> Comfort and Safety [comic] | >> Dynamics | >> Kneel to be Sacrificed? ||

COTL Plot Bunnies and Prompts:

| >>Prompt: Locked In | >>Plot Bunny: Modern Mafia | >>Prompt: Through The Eye | >>Prompt: Lamb In Chains | >>Prompt AU: Possessed | >> Choiceless |

Artfight:

| >> Void_Goblin |

*Will be edited and added to over time

[readyforthegarden]

Season of the Witch - Part One

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!Reader, Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Danny always told you, you shouldn't play with things you don't fully understand. When trying your hand at magic, you accidentally summon something more than you bargained for. Now stuck, you try to find a way to rid yourself of him, but what if the only way of ridding yourself of him is dying?

Warnings: mentions of witchcraft, angst, slight physical altercation 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!

WC: 2128

Nothing your best friend Danny had told you stayed in your mind. You wanted revenge. You wanted your ex to hurt, the way he had hurt you. Was hurting you. Flaunting the girl he’d cheated on you with around town and all over social media like you weren’t posted on there barely two weeks ago. That was all gone. The carnival photos when he won you a stuffed bunny rabbit, the beach trip photos from your summer vacations together. Two years of holidays, birthdays, and special occasions, wiped from the timeline of history.

One morning, you’re out to brunch, giggling and flirting over mimosas, and by dinner, everything you’d left at his apartment was packed and in the trunk of your car as he told you ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ while his phone buzzed and a picture of another girl kept appearing on the screen. 

“Don’t do anything with bad intentions.” Danny reminded you as he begrudgingly handed you his personal grimoire. You rolled your eyes as you took it, stuffing it into your bag. “I’m serious. The universe listens to everything, and sends back what you put out tenfold. This isn’t shit to play around with.”

“Okay mom.” you replied in a mocking tone. 

“Hey.” Danny’s hand grabbed your upper arm, the cool metal of his rings chilling your skin. His hazel eyes bore down into yours as you glared at him. “I’m serious. Karma is real, and I don’t want you to do anything stupid.”

“I’m fine. I’m just going to do some protection sigils and need the book to make sure I do them right.” you rolled your eyes. Danny eyed you closely with disbelief, but ultimately let you go, letting you leave his home with some incense and sage, and a few crystals he believed would aid you in protecting your heart and soul. 

You tossed it all immediately to the side when you got home, as you pulled out the book, flipping through the pages to find the one you saw long ago, when Danny first told you he was into witchcraft and showed you his little black spell book. You had laughed to yourself, flipping through it thinking it was going to be all Harry Potter-type charms and spells that would never work, but Danny explained to you that magic wasn’t like how it was in movies and on TV. It was more manifesting and energy than hocus pocus. You let him teach you a few things here and there, blowing cinnamon into your doorway for prosperity on the first of the month, how to properly ventilate a space that you’re cleansing to make sure you’re getting rid of negative energy the right way.

But tucked away in the back of the book were some pages of things he’d found online, and was too afraid to try. A banishing spell wouldn’t do much to your ex, freezing his name on a piece of paper in ice with the intention of him disappearing. He’d only disappear with that girl he was fucking while you picked out a new shower curtain for his bathroom, to live in bliss and completely forget how he fucked you over. You briefly wondered if there was a curse that would give him warts on his less than impressive dick. 

The page you were looking for wasn’t there, tattered edges where it had been ripped from the binding. The curly haired fucker knew you better than anyone else.

“Dammit Danny!” you tossed the book across the room in anger, cursing the man under your breath. After a few moments, you pulled your laptop from the coffee table and into your lap, propping it open and clicking the internet browser icon furiously. Once you closed the twelve windows that opened in your rush, you pulled up a search engine, typing in ‘revenge spells’.

Scrolling through the results, you rolled your eyes at the dramatics of some of the sites, some were calling for you to collect your enemy’s tear drops, another for you to ritually sacrifice a small animal. Finally, you came across a simple, easy spell you could do. It instructed you to draw rune-like sigils on the ground, and to place something that bound you to the person you were trying to rid yourself of in the middle of them. You’d left the stuffed bunny at his place, not wanting to ever touch it again after it sat on the bed during his extracurricular activities. Glancing around you, tried to find something left of his, but you’d left no trace of him. That was what you thought, until you looked down at your hand, spotting the ring he’d given you on your three month anniversary. A small, black heart with gold filigree wound around it, and small cubic zirconia gems embedded in it, with one in the center. 

Sliding it off the middle finger of your right hand, you set it in the middle of the floor, and stood up, going to the kitchen and grabbing the pencil you left by your notepad on the fridge for your grocery lists. You began drawing the sigils, scratching the pencil lead into the shitty, scuffed up wood flooring of your home. When that was complete, you gathered as many candles as you had, placing them evenly around the circle and lighting them. Once everything was ready, you repeated the incantation the website told you to three times.

“For the hurt you gave me, I pay it back twice. For the hurt you gave me, I pay it back thrice. For the hurt you gave me, I pay it all back.” you felt your anger boiling up inside you as you repeated, nearly shouting them on the last round, feeling the energy in the room shift. A gust of wind whipped around the room, blowing your hair into your face and snuffing out the candles. You noticed once they were out, the sunshine that was beaming through your windows was gone, the sky dark with storm clouds as thunder rumbled. Or what you thought was thunder.

The coffee table began to shake, the art on your walls rattling and you jumped, falling onto your bottom as your television stand quaked so much the TV fell forward, screen shattering to the floor. Your hands had risen to your face to protect your eyes from the glass shards, and when you lowered them, the shaking stopped. Your jaw dropped, a scream building but dying in your dry throat as you took in the vision before you. 

A man stood in your living room, barefoot amongst the glass shards. His teeth were blindingly white as he grinned down at you, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. Two simple words were all it took for you to realize you’d made a big, huge mistake. 

“You rang?”

You stared at the man in front of you, his charming, sly grin never wavering as you gawked at him in shock and fear. His frame was slender under the deep red suit jacket he wore, just a beaded harness underneath, a small gap of skin between the bottom and his matching red pants. But as he held out his arms to his sides, as if expecting a welcoming hug from you, you could see strong muscles flexing when he moved. His face was painted with a thin mustache, and small connecting goatee, letting his thick, long hair be the main focus. His eyes were dark, and the flickering of your lights made them appear more sinister than anything. After a few moments, he dropped his arms to his sides and huffed. 

“You’re flattering me, really.” he rolled his eyes, stepping towards you. Broken glass crunched beneath his bare feet but he never once winced. You could feel your body trembling as he knelt in front of you. He reached out, placing his fingers under your chin and lifting it up, effectively closing your slack-jawed mouth. “But didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s impolite to stare?”

“What….what are you doing here?” you breathed out, your voice quiet and meek. “Who are you?” the man grinned again.

“You summoned me.” he answered simply, looking back at the sigils on the floor, then around the room. His hand still held your chin in a soft grip. “I tend to make an entrance, you should’ve prepared more for me. All this destruction.” he tsked at you and you shook your head.

“I didn’t.” you squeaked. “I didn’t summon anything! Don’t touch me!” you stood up, moving away from this strange man, and darted to your kitchen, beginning to pull open the drawers, looking for anything that could be a weapon.

“Looking for this?” you spun around, and the man was barely a centimeter away from you, holding the large chefs knife you were rifling frantically for. You swore it was in the drawer where you’d tucked it away after washing it the other day. Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling your life slipping from you incredibly fast as you eyed him. He smiled softly, a strange juxtaposition from the way he wielded the weapon in his hand. “It wouldn’t work on me. I’m not like you.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked in a whisper, feeling the sting of tears prick your eyes. Your life was about to end, and it was all your fault. You should’ve listened to Danny.

“Not unless you want me to.” The man gave a small shrug, a sly grin on his face again as he set the knife down on the counter behind him, moving closer. “Is that why you summoned me? Need some pain with your pleasure?”

“I didn’t fucking summon you!” you pushed him back and moved into the living room. “I was trying to curse my ex, see?” you used the toe of your shoe to move dirt and glass out of the way, showing him the sigils. “Curse, not summoning!” the man stared at the circle, curiously flitting his eyes around before grinning.

“The little fawn tried to run before she could even walk.” He looked up at you, pursing his lips as if holding onto a secret, before deciding to share it with you anyway. “Three of your markings are wrong.” he glanced at the laptop, tapping the trackpad and the now cracked screen lit up. His eyes scanned the page in front of him and he snorted smugly. “This is completely wrong.”

“Oh, and you’re an expert on witchcraft?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. The man glanced at you before continuing to scroll through the page. 

“More so than you.” he bit back. As you watched him, you slid your hand to the back of your jeans, feeling your phone resting in the pocket there. Your hand grasped it. If you could just send a 911 text to Danny, he’d be there in an instant, and could hopefully send this thing back to wherever it belonged.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you.” the man murmured. You froze, and he looked up at you. “We’re bonded, little fawn. I go, you go.” he raised his left hand, and your ring that had been in the center of the circle was firmly on his ring finger. 

“How did you-“

“You humans are all the same.” he rolled his eyes, standing up. “You’re the most predictable creatures. You call for help, and then what? Best case scenario, no one dies and I take you back with me to my realm. Worst case, I kill everyone, including you, and I take your soul back with me to my realm.”

“This was a mistake!” you cried. “I didn’t want this! You can’t force me to be bonded to you!” Suddenly, he was pinning you to the wall, his face so close, so frightening you squeezed your eyes shut. His hands were gripping your arms tightly, you worried there’d be bruises there when he let go.

“Mistake or no, you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.” he growled lowly. “Maybe this will teach you not to play with arts you know nothing of.” 

“Are you a demon?” you asked, opening your eyes. The tip of his nose nearly brushed against yours as he smirked. He closed his eyes and took in a large breath, as if inhaling your fear and scent all in one.

“Something like that.” he answered. You let out a shaky breath, making him smirk even more. “Little Fawn, you’re trembling.”

“I-I,” you felt overwhelmed. The hundreds of thoughts running through your brain, the regret, the panic and anxiety, everything was hitting you all at once, and you felt hot tears spilling down your cheeks. And suddenly, everything was black.

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[lehana37]

Okay okay I love this and let me add onto the supervillain theories with an absolutely worried Barry Allen in street clothes sitting in a nearby booth in a coffee shop.

He’s been tailing this teen for two(ish) days now and so far he’s seemed mostly benign, just doing tourist shit. But today he’s met up with some apparent friends and that’s when things have taken a turn for the worst.

He only tuned out for a minute he promised! It’s just, they’re so utterly normal. Adolescent. Their conversation is about summer homework and how tired they are and how has Danny been enjoying his vacation so far and honestly? Barry felt weird. Maybe it wasn’t really this kids journal, sure the kid felt… off. Weird. But listening in on a trio of teens just shooting the shit after following one of them for over a day feels like stalking. A child. Morally? Feels gross to him, but he promised Bats he would keep an eye on him after bringing the book to the league and he’ll be damned if he’s defeated by a little social awkwardness but apparently he has been. He’s clearly missed a vital part of the conversation while contemplating his feelings because he only checked back in when he overheard (Tuck? That’s the kids name right? Probably a nickname but until he gets the chance to run facial recognition from the nearby security cameras Tuck it’ll have to be) anyways, he heard Tuck(?) say “at least you have superpowers!” Before being violently elbowed by the honestly impressively goth girl. (Sam? That sounds right)

And, well. What? Superpowers? Oh dear lord does the kid who has horrifyingly detailed notes on them (labeled volume 4) have superpowers? That’s concerning. Maybe not all is lost? He could be an aspiring vigilante? Of course they’ll have to talk him out of it or scoop him up and train him but that’s still a highly preferred option to this kid becoming one of his rogues, he doesn’t look a day over 15 (even if he friends appear a few years older) and frankly he doesn’t know the kids powerset but it’s probably something to be worried about if he’s a villain trying to set up shop in a well known hero’s city with multiple flashes all running about and other rouges to compete with. So! Baby vigilante! That would really be the best solution for everyone he just prays to god it’s accurate. Thank god he could (mostly) convince himself of that in the beats between seconds because it would’ve been incredibly embarrassing to miss any more of the conversation after such an important information drop. Not to mention Batman’s reaction. Lectures for sure. Probably monitor duty, but on the watchtower and not of the kids which would be deeply frustrating seeing as they’re in his city.

The Goth- Sam hardly misses a beat before “Everything has it’s price.” Barry finds himself slightly startled at the wisdom in it knowing better than most what the price of superpowers can be, both receiving and then deciding what to do with them.

“The Price was paid.” Tuck doesn’t miss a beat which tracks for what he’s seen of them, they’ve been very quippy all day.

“No it wasn’t, it’s the gift that keeps on fucking taking,” glad to hear that the kid is weighing on his own apparent superpowers (!!!) even if it’s a deeply concerning addition.

“Hey Danny,” Sam starts, “it’s okay it’s-“

“No it’s not. It’s not okay Sam because,” Wow, Barry can’t help but think to himself, a little breathless at the goldmine he’s probably just stumbled over, that’s a lot of emotion to be showing publicly in a random coffee shop at three in the afternoon but hey good for him. “This price- I know you don’t want to think about it but this is a price I’ll always pay.” Danny reaches out, he was sitting across the booth from his friends, and cups their faces but his hands- hold up. His hands look a little more like- like claws. What the fuck? Barry guesses his power is some sort of transformation then but it’s kind of extremely terrifying to see claws on still normal human flesh hands, the hands themselves have changed not just the nails. It’s upsetting to witness in an Otherwise Ordinary coffee shop. Not quite uncanny valley, that’s not the right word but also- also not not uncanny valley. He’s not sure he would’ve noticed if hadn’t already been paying Very Close Attention because no one else is reacting and that’s frankly the worst part.

The claws have started pricking the two’s faces, not quite drawing blood but if they moved at all they probably would, Barry would’ve stood up if he could but he felt transfixed, this conversation felt so weighted for all that it’s been naught a few sentences yet. Minutes? Hours? He’s been sliding in and out so much he for sure couldn’t tell you but either way he didn’t rush up and Barry is glad for it a second later when all the kids do is tilt their heads slightly, leaning more into his palms slightly in such a collected move it can be nothing but practiced. A comfort. Danny starts speaking again, or maybe he never stopped and Barry jolts, “I’m going to outlive you both, and one day I’ll have to be the one to put you in the ground.”

Well. Damn. There go his hopes of this kid not being a villain because there’s no way that isn’t a threat. Their body language is still comfortable but there’s no telling if that’s actually the kids power. Contact enforced? Maybe the claws are a side effect of exerting his will? No telling.

“You’ll make sure our graves are neighbors won’t you? Bury our bodies out in the woods? Our favorite spot?” Sam hardly hesitated at the mood change before shooting this back so clearly they aren’t dosed into compliance but- but what? That’s such- he doesn’t want to say unhinged but definitely a morbid thing to say. Codependent too if there’s any truth to it but it’s probably just teen humor in action. He hopes. It’s goth either way so he can understand why she’d be the one to say it.

Tuck quips back immediately, “I think I’d like a shared grave even if you have to dig one of us up to put us together again.” Okay! Okay. So either the humor is catching or they’re together?

“You think you won’t die together?” There’s humor in Danny’s tone as he (finally) drops his cla- hands? They’re hands again. Well either way they’re wrapped around his mug again and not on his friends faces so Barry will count it as a win. He studies the threat’s child’s face again and he looks faux scandalized. Well, that at least probably means the other two are a couple even if it definitely means this child is a budding supervillain because that at least HAS to be a threat, no way. Maybe some kind of- of social Stockholm? They’re clearly not being held captive but they seem to like him well enough even if he’s being absolutely awful. Danny flashes them a grin and it’s a quicksilver thing, a glimpse of a fang peeking out and damn that wasn’t there before was it? He’s been stalking tailing the kid for two days how did he miss this?

Sam snorts. “C’mon Danny, be realistic. You know who we are, our will. What we’re like. And we know you. Our level of contamination won’t ever be the same but we’re closer to you than we are the barista and you know it.” Might he repeat: what the hell? What does that even mean? He does not like the implications of the word contamination though, are they safe to be around? They’re kids either way and he’ll help them. Even if Daniel Fenton seems dead set on the path of villainy (with his apparent four (4!) books of horrors and detailed notes on the various heroes) maybe these kids aren’t too deep? He’s always had a strange relationship with his rouges so he’s sure he can do it, steer these kids away from the path of villainy.

“Our bodies will be six feet under one day,” Tuck finishes her sentence, “but what’re the chances either of us actually stay there?” Oh. Oh. Barry doesn’t like that. He doesn’t like that implication one little bit, actually. Although to be perfectly honest he’s not quite sure what the implication is besides bad.

At that point the kids all share a secretive smile and things go back to normal. They switch back to small talk and the very air feels lighter for it even if his heart feels heavier. He’s not- he’s not sure how to handle this. He knows he needs to go report, tell someone but- but not yet. They look so carefree even if he knows they could do a lot of damage just by selling the kids notes but- well. He’s not sure what the but is but it can’t hurt to just take a minute. An hour. He may be the fastest man alive but surely it can’t hurt to slow down for just a bit. Besides, maybe they’ll start talking again. Yeah that’s it, that’ll be a good justification, even if only to himself.

Dc x Dp Prompt #24

I love how no one talked about the possibility of Danny being the "Izuku Midoriya" of the Dp x Dc Crossover. And by that, I mean a total hero fan with books filled to the brim about information for every hero he ever knows.From their abilities to all the top fights they've had against villains. Martian Manhunter has the most of course, though Red Hood has become a close second.

Now, imagine Danny going to any of the towns in his human form and losing one of said notebooks, with the city hero right behind him as he did. Picking it up and reading it, it is thought that Danny was some upcoming supervillain and needed to be kept an eye on with how well he managed to study them. Meanwhile, Danny is curious as to where one of his notebooks went. And why does he suddenly feel like he's being watched?

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Creepy crawlies; Jack Kline x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this is a cute little drabble/small fic requested to me just recently by an anon who wanted some Jack Kline fluff. Took me two days but I came to this idea in the end so I hope you enjoy it anon as well as the rest of my lovely readers.

Warnings: Fluff, bugs, mentions of SPN episode 1x08 BUGS (that episode STILL gives me the heebie-jeebies). 

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It was that time of year, well the first time we ever had to deal with something like this.  And of course Sam and Dean had to bail out on a ‘case’ but I knew my brothers just wanted to get out of doing the one thing that everyone does.

Spring cleaning.

Ever since we found the Bunker and decided to make it our permanent home, this place needed a serious scrub down and clean up. Cobwebs, dust, new bed sheets, incense (mainly for me) to be put up to get rid of the ancient smell.  So every spring, I try to ensure that this bunker doesn’t end up like it was when we first found it.

Of course that means my brothers always try to get out of it (mainly Dean I just think Sam prefers to do the minor cleaning instead of what I have in mind).  And Cass…..well he chooses to go up to heaven every time I say it’s time clean up the bunker. The only person kind enough to help out around here is my beau Jack.

Using my powers, the bookshelf glowed blue and I lifted it up allowing Jack to vacuum underneath it while I brought in a swifer to swipe off each and every book from any dust bunnies.

“I don’t see why my brothers and Cas always try to bail out on Spring cleaning. I’m the one doing the heavy lifting.”

“I’ve noticed a trend that most people don’t enjoy spring cleaning because it’s so boring to do. That unlike normal cleaning, there’s an expectation for things to be so clean, that you’re supposed to see yourself in the floor. Which I don’t get.” Jack told me as he continued his vacuuming.

“I maybe a neat freak but I’m not Danny Tanner level of tidiness. All I want is to make sure we don’t neglect this place and end up in a dust field again. Seriously Jack you cannot begin to understand just how quickly my allergies began to act up when the guys and I first found this place. Bedridden for over a week, and that was before I got these powers.”

“I’m sorry baby. Had I been born yet, I would’ve stayed at your side to take care of you.”

“And that’s why I love you soo much Jackie-bear. You’re too sweet.” After dusting off the last book and once Jack was done vacuuming, he moved out of the way and I set the bookshelf back in it’s place.  I turned and with a snap of my fingers and all the books, notes, files and even Dean’s plates he had left since breakfast all raised up into the air and went to their original places.

“You’re like Mary Poppins.” He said with a smile.

“Well if I am, then that makes you my Burt. Come on, let’s head for the kitchen. Lord knows Dean forgot to do the dishes, again.” He followed behind me and right as we got to the kitchen, there I saw dishes upon dishes stacked in the sink, frying pans still on the oven covered in left over eggs and grease.  “That man never learns.”

“Why does he leave his dishes out like that?”

“Cause he’s lazy. Do you mind stacking the dishwasher while I deal with the grease pans and the oven?”

“Not at all baby.” I pecked his cheek while I walked over and wish a twist of my wrist, the frying pans lifted off the oven while the cleaning supplies came out from the top shelf cabinet on the island counter.  

While the spray bottle filled with Clorox bleach squirted out a few good sprays and the rag did a throughout wipe down, I focused my attention on cleaning the frying pans of the oils and grease from the bacon and sausages Dean had made for breakfast and tossed the leftover egg crumbs into the trash.

“Do you know when the last time Sam took the trash out?” I asked Jack.

“I believe I saw him collect all the trash last night.”

“Well at least he can keep up with the chores. I swear maybe I could use these powers to control Dean and make him scrub all the toilets in this bunker.”

“As funny as that would be to see, I know you’d never use your powers against your brothers.” He said as he dried off one of my good cups with a towel and set it alongside the rack we had for the special dishware.

“Yeah, yeah. But for real, he should at least have the decency to at least rinse off his pans after breakfast. Grease that sits out for too long stains these types of pans, and it’s a hassle to clean up later.”

“I believe you (Y/n).”

“But at least I’m getting it done, otherwise it’d never—” I paused mid-sentence as my body completely froze.  My heart raced and my eyes widened as I stared directly at it. It’s many legs all splayed out making it look like a living dust bunny on pointy legs.

The pots and cleaning supplies fell to the ground with a loud bang and I let out a scream and levitated myself into the air trying to get as far away from the little demon as possible.

“What?! What is it (Y/n)? Are you okay!?”

“Kill it quick!” I yelled at Jack.

“Kill what? Where is it? Is it a demon?”

“Yes now quickly before it gets away!”

“Where is it?”

“Over there!” Jack’s eyes soon glowed and he turned to where I was pointing but as he raised his hand, his eyes went back to normal color as he looked around confused.

“Where did you say it was?”

“What are you blind babe!? I told you over there on top of the oven! Kill it with your powers! Torch it! Torture it I don’t care just get rid of it!” he looked around until he seemed to have found what it was. He walked closer to it and he reached out his finger toward it.

“You mean this? But it looks like a dust bunny or a…..” but quickly it began to move and I let out another scream as I shot myself against the corner of the kitchen.

“Don’t touch it! Those bastards are fast now kill it hurry!”

“What is it exactly?” he asked me.

“A house centipede! Jack I’m not playing anymore please just kill it hurry!” I watched as the demonic centipede stopped crawling and was now just short of reaching a hiding spot behind the fridge.  Jack looked between me and the house centipede and a smile came across his face before he started to laugh.

He was laughing. My own boyfriend was laughing at my own misery!?

“Jack Kline stop laughing!” I demanded.

“I’m sorry. Really I am but…..(Y/n), you have fought against real demons, archangels, werewolves, vampires, even my own grandfather. And you’re terrified of a tiny little thing like him?”

“Tiny? Tiny!? Do you see the legs on that monstrosity!? Now for the last time get rid of it before it touches me!”

“Okay, okay.” He went over to grab a cup as well as paper towel.

“What are you doing?!” I hissed.

“Getting rid of it like you asked.”

“Not like that! You can’t show mercy to those little bastards! Use your powers and kill the son of a bitch!” I hissed quietly.

“But you told me that all living creatures deserve a chance at life, didn’t you?” I groaned.

“Well yes but that doesn’t include bugs, arachnids, snakes, or any other kind of creepy crawlies!” Jack rolled his eyes and successfully captured the house centipede and he left the kitchen with it between the cup and paper towel.

A few minutes later he came back and he told me it was gone.

“You sure?”

“Yes, yes, I even took him away from the bunker before releasing him. Now can you please come down?” I let out a soft whimper but lowered myself back to the ground.  He came over to me and wrapped his arms around me in a hug, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder.  “I still can’t believe you’re scared of bugs. How did I not know of this?”

“Don’t mock me! Besides you weren’t even there when it happened.” I shuddered remembering that day all too well.

“When what happened?” I took in a shaky breath before telling him.

“A long time ago, long before we knew that angels and God were even real, my brothers and I took a case in some realtor development spot. A neighborhood was being built on sacred Native American grounds. Workers were being picked off one by one, at first we thought it was ghostly activity but it was far worse. The entire place was cursed, and the curse was affecting all the insects in the town. By night fall, a swarm of bees had surrounded the family that was responsible for building the neighborhood over the sacred lands. I—I had never seen so many bees in my life. We had no way of escaping, we were completely trapped and had to last the rest of the night being stung and swarmed by bees. Ever since that day, I even see the shape of an insect and I just go back to that day. A defenseless, frightened child being stung and swarmed by bees and no way of escaping.”

Jack listened intently at every word I had to say.  For months after that day, I had continuous nightmares of what happened. Even dreamt that it was other bugs attacking me from wasps, locusts, even spiders and ants.  Ever since then I’ve been absolutely terrified of any and every bug in the world.

“Wow, I—I had no idea. I’m so sorry that happened to you. And I’m sorry for teasing you about it. I promise I won’t ever bring it up again.”

“Thanks Jackie-babe.”

“Anything I can do to help you?”

“I could go for some ice cream with chocolate syrup and some cuddles on the couch while we watch the Princess Bride.”

“As you wish.” He said quoting the movie before giving me a peck on the nose.  I left the kitchen and brought out the blankets and changed my clothes to my comfy pjs while searching for the movie on one of the many streaming services we got.

When Jack came back with my ice cream, we cuddled up on the couch together, my back resting against his chest with his arms wrapped around my stomach and his head buried into my neck.  I ate the ice cream as the movie began, I even offered a couple of bites to Jack as we lay there and watched my favorite comfort movie.  Forgetting all about the demon-legged creature that traumatized me moments ago.

[ofthecaravel]

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)

Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka (kinda?)

Summary: Ghost hunter extraordinaire Danny Wagner takes on Kiszka Manor with a Ouija board and a dream. Luckily, the ghosts like him. One of them likes him a lot.

Tags: Ghosts, mentions of murder/death/disease/suicide, arguments, majority silly goofy I promise!!!!

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: My submission for the GVF Writers Halloween Event organized by the wonderful @hearts-hunger! Such a fun idea and I'm excited to participate.

Prompt #2: Real Haunted House

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“Hey guys! Welcome back to my channel! Today, I’m at the famous haunted Kiszka Manor to investigate its history and see if we can get in touch with the spirits that haunt these grounds!”

Danny took a confident step back as he grinned wildly at the camera, his hand moving from a wave to a theatrical gesture to accompany his continuing speech. 

“This building has been abandoned ever since the mysterious string of deaths that plagued its halls finally came to an end in 1899 with the death of its last living inhabitant, Samuel Kiszka, the youngest member of the family that had lived in the house since it was built. The house was sold to new owners a few years later, but they lasted no more than two months before fleeing, claiming that the rampant paranormal activity was making it impossible to live there. Since then, countless paranormal investigators have braved a night within these walls, but nobody has ever made it to sunrise without experiencing something that they couldn’t explain.”

Danny reached off camera to grab the sleeping bag that he’d leaned up against the kitchen wall prior to shooting, giving it a little shake as he smirked.

“Tonight, I will be joining that brave league,” Danny explained. “And I’m going to catch it all on camera for your viewing entertainment. Stay tuned to see if I survive a night at Kiszka Manor.”

He ended the recording and let out a relieved breath, flipping the viewfinder in and setting the camera down on the table he’d laid his other equipment on. He startled when his movement jostled the sleeping bag and sent it unfurling down his torso. It swung down onto the dusty wooden floors, quickly gathering a cobwebbed dust bunny as he tried to shake it off. Danny grimaced and lifted it up, giving it another genuine shake.

“Aw, gross,” he said to himself, now much more quiet and meek that the camera was off. “Ew.”

-

In the parlor facing the kitchen doorway, the three spirits that did in fact haunt the house were watching Danny with an amused calculation. When they spoke, they spoke in synchrony.

“Dibs.”

-

After rolling his sleeping bag up with an annoyed huff, Danny ignored the chill running down his spine and the uncomfortable jerk of a nerve in his ear. A surely false sense of being watched started to overtake him the longer he stood in the empty mansion. And a mansion it certainly was, with three expansive stories just waiting for Danny and his camera to go exploring in…alone…at night…

Sometimes Danny wondered what his nights would be like if those silly ghost hunting videos he’d made in his college dorm hadn’t gone so viral and asserted him as a cornerstone of the Youtube ghost community. Maybe he’d be unwinding from a 9-5, lazy on the couch and warm from a home cooked dinner. Maybe there’d be someone there with him, laying their head on his chest and making light conversation.

But here he was. Standing with his hands on his hips in a pathetic attempt to gather any semblance of authority and trying not to shake in his shabby Nike sneakers as he noticed the retreating creep of daylight out of the corner of his eye. In a very old, probably asbestos filled house that was also probably full of ghosts that already hated his nosy guts. 

Great.

-

Luckily for Danny, there was something untrue about his assumption. The ghosts did not already hate him. Actually, they were quite taken with him.

“Is it just me, or do these guys keep getting cuter and cuter?” Josh cooed, coasting through the kitchen to assess Danny from every angle. “They must be putting something in the water these days.”

“Cradle robber,” Jake laughed, following his twin through the doorway.

“Back off, I called dibs first,” Sam complained, trailing behind them in his unsteady float. “He’s already talked about me. I have claim!”

“Oh yeah? Then what’s this?” Josh teased, shimmying up next to the light switch and pressing his translucent fingers into the wall. He gave them a wiggle with a challenging smile as the overhead light started to flicker, causing Danny’s head to jerk in surprise and his eyes to widen as Josh made the bulb flit a few more times before slowly burning it out. Danny strode to the light switch and gave it a few desperate flicks, never taking his eyes off of the light.

“That’s a cheap trick,” Sam accused, his lip curling as Josh removed himself from the wall and straightened his lapels. “He deserves some distinguished communication.”

“He’s not going to be any fun at all,” Jake sighed, already seemingly bored by Danny’s anxious stature. “It’s only fun when they’re skeptics. Let’s just toss some crystals from the chandelier and slam a door and get him out as soon as we can.”

“Oh, come on, it’s been ages since our last little ghost hunter,” Josh lamented, flopping over sideways into the air and landing as if he’d fallen onto a bed. “It’s nice to have some company.”

“We might actually be able to talk to him, too,” Sam noted excitedly, directing his older brother’s attention to the all too familiar board sticking out of one of Danny’s tote bags. “Now that I call dibs on.”

“What, so you can ask him if he like-likes anyone?” Jake teased, wiggling his eyebrows at Sam and letting out a laugh when Sam made an incredulous sound and floated into the next room. If Sam had still been in his body, they all knew his cheeks would have been flushed.

-

“Okay, guys, it’s been about an hour since I arrived, and I’m getting ready here to hopefully talk to some spirits.”

Danny had set himself up in one of the bedrooms on the second level, the one at the very end of the hall with a grand window that let in enough light for Danny to be able to see the Ouija board he’d placed on the carpet in front of him. 

“I still don’t understand how there’s people in the cameras,” Josh observed, pointing a finger at the viewfinder that Danny was reflected in. “I only see him. Is it like a telephone?”

“I couldn’t tell you,” Jake shrugged. He and Josh had settled on the four poster bed on the opposite wall, chatting amongst themselves while Danny lit a few candles and their younger brother giddily took post on the opposite side of the Ouija board. Sam was generally a pretty mopey ghost considering his circumstances, but there was something about this particular person that really piqued his interest. It was odd, especially to his brothers, but it was also too exciting to ignore.

For his brothers, it was odd for a different reason. It was concerning. 

“Alright,” Danny started, clearing his throat and trying to avoid stalling any more. “Let’s do this.”

He set the camera down on the end of the bed right in front of where the ghostly twins sat cross legged, and they mimed holding it steady and pressing the buttons with a collective giggle. Sam scowled at them and gestured for them to get away from it, knowing that their interaction with the technology could provide Danny with some interesting warped footage that would take away from his prospective Ouija interview. 

“I’ve set up camp here in the south wing of the house in the room that used to belong to Samuel, who I very briefly touched on earlier,” Danny explained to the camera, settling into the animated lecturing tone he adopted for his videos. “On the opposite end of the hallway are the rooms that belonged to his older brothers, Joshua and Jacob, who died a year before him.”

On the bed, Josh and Jake raised their hands like roll call, and Sam rolled his eyes at them.

“From what I’ve been able to find, it seems that Joshua contracted cholera in the spring of 1897 and suffered with it for a year before finally passing away in 1898, with his twin brother Jacob passing away just a few days later from an unrelated cardiac event that left their youngest brother alone in the estate.”

“Thank you again for that one, you guys,” Sam commented dryly. “That wasn’t super lonely or anything.”

“I still think it was very dramatic of you to die from heartbreak,” Josh snorted, nudging Jake.

“Who says it was heartbreak?” Jake teased right back. “I was simply so overcome with the joy of finally being free of you that I croaked.”

“I would like to try and run the spirit box in their rooms later on in the night, but I wanted to start in here,” Danny went on, setting the planchette on the board. “I couldn’t really find much about how Samuel died, except for that his autopsy reported some broken bones and internal injury. If I’m lucky, maybe he’ll tell me.”

“He jumped out a window!” Jake yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth. 

“Shut up!” Sam snapped. They both exchanged faces before Sam turned to give his full attention back to Danny, who was very hesitantly placing his first and middle fingers on the planchette. He waited for Danny to trace three circles before adding his own fingers to the wood, wishing for a moment that he was still able to feel anything at all so he could feel the warmth of Danny’s skin. Now that was something Sam missed: warmth.

“Is there anyone here who would like to talk to me?” Danny asked gingerly. Whenever he asked, he always hoped deep down that nobody would answer.

Unfortunately for him, Sam was eager to talk, and he concentrated all of his energy on very laboriously sliding the planchette over to his answer.

YES

Danny stared at the board for a second, trying to zero in on the twitch of muscles in his fingers and finally deducing that his subconscious must have moved the planchette. Danny had had plenty of paranormal experiences with shadow figures and moving doors, but he’d never been lucky with the Ouija board before.

“O-kay, that’s great,” Danny squeaked out. “Wow. Okay. Yeah. Can you tell me your name?”

S A M

It took a lot of effort to move the planchette and Sam figured his nickname would be enough. He wanted to preserve his energy so they could talk for as long as he wanted to.

“Ooh, keeping it casual, I see,” Josh sang. “You’re best friends already.”

“Sam,” Danny repeated, his heart racing so fast he worried it would freeze up. “Are you the same Sam who lived here? Samuel?”

YES

“Wow,” Danny blurted, flustered from this revelation. “It’s nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Danny. You, uh, your house is very nice.”

“Danny?” Jake echoed in a thin, nasally mockery. “Good grief, what’s with names these days? What’s so bad about Daniel?”

Sam glowered at him before steeling himself to reply again.

T H A N K Y O U

“You’re welcome,” Danny answered, still dumbfounded. 

He was talking to a real ghost. This was proof, if not for the camera but for himself. He knew his comments section would be filled with accusations, but Danny knew somewhere deep in his gut that it was not him rigging the game.

This was real.

“How old are you?” Danny asked, realizing with a panic that he wasn’t nearly as prepared as he’d hoped. He was really grasping for straws with his questions.

2 4

“Hey, so am I!” Danny laughed. Sam grinned and shivered at the sound. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard a laugh that wasn’t his own or his brothers, or one that wasn’t at the expense of their house from so-called ghost hunters far less courteous than Danny. Usually when Sam was around, people were screaming. But here was a laugh. It was a nice change of pace.

“Is it just you in the house?” Danny asked.

NO 

“Can I ask who else is here with you?” 

J J

“JJ?” Danny repeated with a confused frown. “Who’s JJ? OH, do you mean your brothers? Joshua and Jacob?”

“Come on, Sam, give him a little more to work with,” Jake scolded.

“My arms hurt,” Sam whined. “It’s not my fault your names have so many letters. He figured it out, anyways!”

YES

“Oh, well, hello to them, too,” Danny greeted nervously, looking around the room for where they may be lurking. “They don’t want to talk?”

NO 

“Any reason why?” 

E F F O R T

“It’s a lot of effort? To move it?”

YES

“Oh, so you can spell that but not Jacob? That’s too much work?”

“I’m sorry,” Danny apologized. “We can stop.”

When the planchette moved again, it was fast and aggressive.

NO NO NO

“Don’t scare him too bad,” Josh murmured, taking note of Danny’s tense body language and Sam’s frantic eyes. “Easy.”

“Okay, we’ll keep going,” Danny said, cringing at the slight shake in his voice. “Uh…sorry, I really wasn’t expecting a reply. I’m kind of blanking. You must get the Ouija board treatment all the time.”

NO 

“No? Really? I feel like that’s what everybody brings to haunted houses.”

Danny cringed again, breaking out in a cold sweat when he thought about what he’d said. Did Sam know he was dead? Was it a touchy subject? 2 years of ghost investigation and Danny was only now considering the ghost’s perspective. 

Sam watched Danny stick his tongue in his cheek and visibly ponder potential questions. He felt very grateful that Danny couldn’t see how intensely he was staring. Sam made detailed notes of the spray of freckles across his nose and the Botticelli furrow of his brows, the way his hair grew long and gathered at his shoulders in a way that Sam envied and never would’ve been allowed to do in his time. If he listened closely, he could hear his heart beating, panicked and bloody and alive. 

“What is death like?” Danny found himself asking, the words rushing out in a whisper. He couldn’t help himself. It was all he could think about in this place, with its silent halls and chatty spirits.

Sam smiled.

L I G H T 

“Light?”

C A L M

“Sam,” Josh warned. “Watch yourself.”

H A P P Y 

Danny felt a wave of relief pass over him at the affirmation. He’d long since forgotten that the camera was on and felt no sense of self consciousness at his little shiver of excitement.

“That sounds nice,” Danny smiled. “I think people worry that it’s all hellfire and empty spaces and whatnot, so that’s good to hear. I’m sorry you died so young. At least you avoided The Great Depression and stuff.”

“The who?” Sam said out loud to himself, earning a laugh from his brothers.

“Well,” Danny sighed. “I’m probably going to end this now. Is there anything else you want to tell me before I put the board away?”

Sam’s heart sank. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye. According to Danny, he’d be moving to the twins’ rooms next, and knowing them, they’d keep his spirit box chattering all night with their incessant scares. It wasn’t fair. Everybody always came to the house for Josh and Jake and their heart wrenching, freaky-deaky twin deaths and their boyish paranormal antics. 

When was the last time somebody had come here looking for him?

“Tell him he needs a haircut,” Jake suggested. “Tell him you’re Satan.”

“They always go running with that one,” Josh agreed. “What’s the other one? ZOZO? No clue where that comes from but it sure freaked out those guys from Seattle.” 

Sam ignored them. The only thing he could hear was Danny.

S T A Y

Danny chuckled nervously.

“Stay? Am I really such a great interviewer?”

S T A Y

Jake and Josh exchanged glances. 

“Okay, Sam, time to hang up,” Jake demanded, leaning forward off the side of the bed and pulling on Sam’s shoulder. “We are not doing this again.”

“He’s different,” Sam insisted, shrugging Jake off and moving his fingers on the planchette so that they spliced with Danny’s. The temperature change was subtle, but it was enough that Danny felt his fingers go cold. He eased up on the pressure he’d been applying out of fear that he’d begun to cut off his circulation.

“You said that about the last two,” Josh reminded harshly, joining Jake’s effort to try and pull Sam away from the board. “Back off. We’ll spook him on the spirit box and he’ll be out by the sunrise.”

W A N T 

Every alarm bell inside Danny’s gut was blaring full volume and he knew he needed to end the session and get going. He couldn’t help but keep glancing up at the empty space in front of him, trying to remember anything about Sam’s appearance from the online archives he’d used for research the night prior. It was only when he looked back down at the board did he catch a glimpse of something in his peripheral; a smudge of brown hair, pale skin…or was it the candlelight playing tricks on him?

“It’s been nice talking to you, Sam,” Danny blurted hurriedly, struggling to speak with such strong paranoia twisting in his stomach. “Goodbye, now!”

With an unheard frustrated shriek on Sam’s behalf, Danny circled the planchette three times again and pulled his hand back like it’d been resting on a hot stovetop. He let out a rattling breath of relief and turned back towards the camera, acknowledging it with a jolt and flashing the screen a relieved smile before scooping it off the bed. 

“You heard it here first, folks,” Danny announced with a breathless chuckle, pushing his curly bangs off his forehead. “Your man Dan is in hot demand on the grounds of Kiszka Manor.”

-

“You’ve got to control yourself, Sam, for heaven’s sake,” Josh reprimanded. 

Danny had left the room a few minutes ago, abandoning them with haste in favor of setting up motion detectors and a spirit box in Jake’s room at the other end of the hall. But the twins were in no hurry to go play with any of Danny’s toys yet. 

“Now you know why we don’t like you to interact,” Jake added, his words landing like a slap on Sam’s stormy face. “You get too involved.”

“Why are you two the only ones who ever get to have fun?” Sam yelled, getting to his feet and facing the wall away from them with his arms crossed haughtily. “Why am I in trouble? I’m an adult! I’m 149 years old! Leave me the hell alone!”

“If we could get away from you, we would,” Josh spat. “Trust me. But we can’t. And you’re not allowed to ‘have fun’ because your idea of fun is KILLI-”

“I’VE NEVER KILLED ANYBODY!” Sam howled, his hands coming up like claws next to his face. He still refused to look at either of his brothers.

“Then would you care to find another explanation for our forlorn ghostly companions in our attic? I’m sure they’d love to hear it from you!”

“JUST GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”

“That boy should count himself pretty lucky he remembered to close the portal,” Jake sneered at Sam’s back. “We’re going to go give him a scare or two and then we’re going to leave him alone. And I recommend you do too. Do you hear me?”

Sam fell deathly silent, the weight of his fury draining any last remnants of warmth that the candle had left behind and plunging the thermostat as low as he felt.

“Christ,” was the last thing Sam heard muttered before he felt them leave the room, making sure to let the door slam behind them and conjure up a muffled scream of fright from Danny down the hall. 

Once Sam was certain they were gone, he relaxed his incorporeal body out of his act of tense rage and turned to look over his shoulder at the door. He was wearing the lazy smile that he’d been unable to wipe off his face and had to hide from his family. That was a curse of his that he carried into his afterlife; he just couldn’t help but wear his heart on his sleeve. 

Except that Sam didn’t have a heart anymore. It had died with him, of course, but he was pretty sure it had given its last beat on the day that he was left the only surviving member of his family. With a house too big, a backyard overpopulated with graves, and a town that offered only thoughts and prayers in his time of need, Sam lost his ability to feel. It had been so blank inside his chest that Sam figured the only explanation was that his heart had simply shriveled up and withered away. He’d gone looking for it in death but found himself somehow twice as lonely even with a reunion as sweet as the one he’d had with his siblings. 

But now he’d found it again, that rhythmic pulse that he heard from the ribcage of a polite ghost hunter that had been delivered to his door by what seemed like the hand of God. He was sure of it, actually. Danny was here because he was meant to be Sam’s, meant to drive away all that endless, bleak loneliness and bring back his capacity to love.

Why else would have Danny done the closing circles on the Ouija board in the same direction as he had the first time? Every paranormal professional knew you ended things by moving the planchette in a counterclockwise direction. And Danny really seemed like he knew his stuff. 

Sam smiled wider. Danny must’ve left the portal open on purpose. Just for him. 

Down the hall, Sam could hear another dampened scream from Danny, no doubt from the twins tossing a ghostly buzzword in between radio waves. On the bed, Sam noticed for the first time that Danny had thrown his sleeping bag across its expanse, already unzipped and ready to receive him. 

Them. 

It may have been unbeknownst to everyone except for Sam, but the night had just begun.

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[arcanespillo]

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[hearts-hunger]

Hello my love,

Would you be willing to write a little blurb about Daniel or Sam (or both in a throuple) taking care of their lady on her period? I’m having a real bad one rn and I want to be pampered

-☘️

“sammy.”

your boyfriend looked up from his phone, frowning at the tone of your voice. you hadn't quite managed to maintain strong front you'd been putting up all day, and just being home was enough to make you feel like crying.

“what's wrong, bunny?” he asked, setting his phone on the coffee table and beckoning to you. “come here.”

you left your bag, your shoes, your sweater, everything in a pile on the floor, right in the middle of the walkway. you didn't have enough energy to care. you curled up next to him on the couch and let him hold you.

“bad day at work?” he asked, brushing his fingers through your hair.

you gave a pitiful whimper and nodded. “'m on my period. i feel really bad.”

“aw, lovie,” sam cooed. “i'm sorry. let's boss danny around, would that make you feel better?”

you couldn't help a small smile. “maybe.”

“hey danny,” sam called to your boyfriend. “we're gonna boss you around, okay?”

“let me put this load of laundry on,” danny said from down the hall. “and then you may.”

you stayed snug in sam's arms as you waited for danny to join you, and he came into the living room with a laundry basket a few moments later.

“pajamas?” he asked, setting the basket on the couch and starting to fold the mix of his, yours, and sam's clothes. he tossed you a well-worn t-shirt of his and some sweatpants of sam's.

“that was going to be my first order, actually,” sam said. “it's like we can read each other's minds, honey. how cool is that?”

danny chuckled. “very cool, love. but what did you do to our girl?”

“me?” sam said, playfully offended. “not a thing.”

“i'm malfunctioning,” you said, your voice muffled against sam's shirt.

“she's on her period,” sam translated.

“ah, i see.” danny nodded to the kitchen. “there's rocky road, and sam made vegan ice cream sandwiches if you want to try them.”

you looked up at sam. “you made vegan ice cream sandwiches?”

“yes, i did,” he said. “and you're welcome to eat them all if they help you stop malfunctioning.”

“she's not malfunctioning,” danny said sweetly. “she's going through the natural, intuitive hormonal cycle of her body. it's a beautiful thing.”

you winced when a particularly painful cramp spread across your abdomen. “doesn't feel very beautiful.”

“well, tylenol is a beautiful thing too,” danny agreed. “i'll go get you some, and sam can help you get in your pajamas. unless you need in the bathroom.”

you shook your head. “i think i'm good for right now.” you let sam help you out of your work clothes and into danny's shirt and his sweatpants, and you took the medicine danny brought you before you snuggled close to sam again.

danny finished folding the laundry and set it aside to be put away later. “i thought you were going to boss me around, bunny. i'm feeling kind of let down.”

you smiled. “can you put on a movie, please?”

“that's very bad bossing, sweetheart,” he said seriously, turning on the tv. “no please, next time.” he pulled netflix up. “what movie?”

“whatever you guys want,” you said, moving to lay with your head on sam's lap. you curled in on yourself, grimacing against the cramps that hadn't been knocked out by the medicine just yet.

“what about that grateful dead documentary?” danny asked sam. “you haven't had a chance to finish it yet, right?”

“you want to watch that?” sam asked, a little surprised.

danny smiled. “if you want to, love.”

“oh, well... sure, i'd like to finish it. thank you, honey.”

danny turned on the movie and went to turn off the lights to make things nice and dim for you. sam ran his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion, and though you were interested in it, you watched the documentary with flagging attention as the day's exhaustion and discomfort caught up with you.

“hey, bunny.”

you opened your eyes to see danny hunkered down by your side. you gave him a tired smile, and he smiled back.

“hi, dan.”

“hi, sweetheart,” he said softly. “do you need anything else?”

you nodded. “your hands.”

his brow shot up. “my hands?” he glanced up at sam and grinned when their eyes met. “in what, uh, capacity do you want them?”

you giggled. “get your mind out of the gutter, daniel.”

“now, i'm with danny,” sam teased. “can't just go around saying you need our boyfriend's hands and not expect him to be curious.”

“you want to fool around a little, bunny?” danny asked, a sweet and mildly amused kind of desire softening his face. “i'm sure we could arrange something.”

you smiled. “maybe later. what i meant was that i wanted your hands on my back, because they're nice and warm.”

“right, of course,” danny said with a smile. “sure thing, bunny.”

he straightened, fixing the pillows on the couch to make room for himself, but sam stopped him before he got settled.

“wait, danny,” sam said. he tipped his face up. “smooch.”

“hey,” you said. “i want a smooch too.”

danny chuckled. “fine.” he gave sam a kiss first. “a smooch for sammy.”

he kissed you next, soft and sweet. “and a smooch for bunny. everybody happy?”

you and sam hummed in agreement, moving to make room for danny next to you. you'd gotten a sectional for your shared apartment for this very purpose, so you could all fit; danny stretched out and propped himself on his arm behind you, splaying one hand over the small of your back and tracing little circles there.

“how's that, bunny?” he asked.

you cuddled closer to your boyfriends, tucking your feet close to danny, wrapping your arm around sam's legs, feeling their hands wander with an aimless, gentle comfort over you.

you gave a contented sigh, your period all but forgotten as you cuddled your favorite boys. “it's absolutely perfect.”

[xhoneygirlxx]

couples costumes I think Eddie and Steve would wear with their partner.

(pics are for aesthetic purposes only. you can imagine yourself as either character as well as placing Eddie and Steve as either character.)

*Eddie*

Grim x Malaria

Danny Phantom x Sam

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*Steve*

Bugs Bunny x Lola Bunny

Jessica Rabbit x Roger Rabbit

[blisslight2005]

My Best TV Shows:

Spongebob Squarepants

The Loud House

The Casagrandes

The Sumrfs (series 1981 and series 2021)

The Powerpuff Girls

Looney tunes

Dexter's Laboratory

Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi

Phineas And Ferb

Hilda

Steven universe

Adventure time

Regular show

Boy girl dog cat mouse cheese

Magiki

The Patrick Star Show

Monster High

Ben 10 (original series)

Beavis And Butt-Head

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012)

Pucca

Harvey Girls Forever!

The Adventures Of Rocky And Bullwinkle

Kung Fu Panda: Legends of Awesomeness

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Trolls: TrollsTopia

Dora the Explorer

Rock, Paper, Scissors, (nickelodeon series tv cartoon)

And Family Guy

Honorable Mentions: Teen Titans Go! (Naturel), My Life As A Teenage Robot, The Fairly Oddparents, Rugrats, All Grown Up, Rocket Power, The Adventures Of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius, Danny Phantom, T.U.F.F Puppy, ICarly, Victorious, Sam And Cat, Henry Danger, The Adventures Of Kid Danger, The Amanda Show, Kenan And Kel, Big Time Rush, The Naked Brothers Band, It's Pony! Ollie's Pack, Bunsen Is A Beast, Harvey Beaks, Teen Titans, Kikoumba, Pokemon, Annoying Orange, Animaniacs, The Looney Tunes Show, Mighty Magiswords, Milo Murphy's Law, Star Vs. The Force Of Evil, Gravity Falls, Ducktales, House Of Mouse, The Replacements, Recess, American Dad, The Simpsons, The Cleveland Show, Bob's Burgers, Bless The Harts, Duncanville, Beavis & Butt-Head, The Masked Singer, King Of The Hill, Rick And Morty, Robot Chicken, Minecraft: Story Mode, The Mr. Peabody And Sherman Show, 3Below: Tales of Arcadia, The Adventures Of The Puss In Boots, Trolls: The Beat Goes On! DreamWorks Dragons: Rescue Riders, Home: Adventures Of Tip & Oh, Glitch Techs, Disenchantment, Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous, The Boss Baby: Back In Business, Trollhunters, Fast & Furious: Spy Racers, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Pac-Man And The Ghostly Adventures, Sonic X, Sonic Underground, Sonic Boom, Power Rangers, Totally Spies, Strawberry Shortcake (special 1980s,series 2003,Bitty Berry Adventures), Teen Titans, Courage the Cowardly Dog And South Park

My Worst TV Shows:

Kid Vs. Kat

Caillou

Mickey Mouse Clubhouse

Gabby's Dollhouse

Miracle Star

Mickey And The Roadster Racers

Mickey Mouse Mixed Up Adventures

Sanjay And Craig

Happy Tree Friends

The Really Loud House

Kamp Koral: SpongeBob's Under Years

Peppa Pig

Dora (2024)

Baby Shark's Big Show!

And CocoMelon

Dishonorable Mentions: Oishi High School Battle, Kiddyzuzaa Land, Barney, Dora the Explorer, Block 13, The Problem Solverz, Secret Mountain Fort Awesome! The Samsonadzes, Ryan's Mystery Playdate, Hero Elementary, The Book Of Pooh, Sesame Street, Sofia The First, Sunny Bunnies, PJ Masks, Franny's Feet, Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty, WordGirl, My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, Doc McStuffins, The Powerpuff Girls For 2016, Robocar Poli, Winx Club, Doki, Jay Jay The Jet Plane, Glitter Force, Miraculous: Tales Of Lady Bug And Cat Noir, Super Why! Sunny Day, Coconut Fred's Fruit Salad Island, Too Loud! Miracle Star, Dora And Friends: Into The City, Rob The Robot, Abby Hatcher, Allen Gregory, Strawberry Shortcake Berry in Big City And Teen Titans Go! (Naturel).

[magic-spirit26]

AU Suggestions

Hi everyone Arhi the hedgefox here so this will be new of the blog which are AU suggestions I haven’t said anything about this yet but now I amSo I’ll be taking AU suggestions for my ocs and I’ll list the resent ones below so you can suggest one for me to doMy ocs from the Sonic universe but they are hybridsJake the jaghog (Jaguar and Hedgehog)Danny and Xavier the bunndog twins (Dog and Bunny)Kelly the hedgehogGabe the HedgehogIan the hedgekidna (Hedgehog mix with one I can’t pronounce correctly but it’s a hybrid)Arhi the hedgefox (Fox and hedgehog)Zozo Lucifer (Sonic.exe and Arhi the hedgefox child)Lucy (Sonic.exe and Arhi the hedgefox child)Isa (Sonic.exe and Arhi the hedgefox child)Jack & Nick (Sonic.exe and Arhi the hedgefox children)Alex (Mix of 4 characters)Alice (Sil x A)Stacy (Sil x A)Raven (Son x A)Ace (Sha x A)Max (Sha x A)Linda MacyLily CollinMaxwell BlueMaxy  and Macey the hedgebunny (Hedgehog and bunny) Hodarr Zabus Taylor Kai Arhi the Dog Amber the bunny Alex the rabbit Dominic the Rabbit Jessica the Dog  James the Bunny  Max the wolfMikel the catAmanda the hedgehogAce the werehogJack the werehogMaddison the werehogMaddox the werehog Max the werehog Ian the werehog Mike the werehog Micale the werehog Jim the werehog Angel the werehog Zamen the werehog Josh the werehog Nick the werehog John the werehog Kim the werehog Jay the werehog Stacy the rabbit Miranda the dog Jaquinn the hedgehog Kayla the dog Oliver the dog Amilia the cat

Owen the hedgedog

Emma the hedgehog

Olive the rabbit

Angela the hedgedog

Pam the rabbit

Jason the wolf

Jonny the fox

Mason the rabbit

Grayson the cat

Ava the Dog

Conner the hedgehog

Lucas the Hedgehog

Jake the hedgehog

Aaron the hedgehog

Pat the hedgehog

Mat the dog

Jade the hedgehog

Kade the hedgehog

Jema the hedgehog

Kacey the cat

Jeremiah the hedgehog

Kenny the hedgehog

Ken the hedgehog

Melody the cat

Ortensia the hedgehog

Bob the hedgehog

Cole the hedgehog

Opal the hedgehog

Bobby the hedgehog

Chris the hedgehog

Janus the hedgehog

Jackson the hedgehog

Jacob the Hedgehog

McKayla the wolf

Eli the hedgehog

Jin the hedgedog

Layla the dog

June the Dog

Sam the dog

Rosey the rabbit

My exes and others: MS.exe Arhi.exe Danny.exe Xavier.exe Needlefox Isa needle Gorge Spirit Garry Spirit Len Spirit Jake Glitch King Glitch Alice Spirit Gabriela Spirit Ash Spirit Glitch Coby Grown Zosia Way Dallas Grown Maddox Way Marcus grown Mack Grown Ian Way Angela Way Gabe Grown Nick Way Sam way Owne Grown James Grown Jax Way Susan I. Speye and Linda I. Speye (Twins Identical) Karter Spirit Leo error Cristy Curse Cail Curse Ben Magic Kai Chaotic Malissa Chaotic Macey Chaotic Len Magic Nick Needle Nikky Magic Max Grown Sally Spirit Isaac Magic Samuel Spirit Angela Error Alice Needlefox Eil.exe

Olivia.exe

Backroom oc entities: Anti-gravity jack Ava Isaiah Ghost Sam Demon kitty Spider boi TV man Rainbowy Dreamcore ocs: Austin woodlock Tomas Woodlock (Resent character) tick tock tim/tom blind Emily rabbit Tarry Henry dream Kenny the robot cat Sana the robot rabbit Creepypasta ocs: Lexi Wolf Lost Exe Lost Alex Grey Elizabeth Morningstar

Cuphead OCS:

Cuponna

Cherry Mocha

Green tea

Chocolate mocha

Strawberry Calypso

Orange Jamaica

Black tea

Batim ocs:

Emily

MHA ocs:

Trinity

Macy

Lucy

Danganronpa ocs:

Leo Komaeda

Lucky Komaeda

Roy Komaeda

Lily Komaeda

Roy Hinata

Jim spirit

Jessica Hinata

Sally

Dexter

Cassandra Kamukura

Katy Kamukura

Conner Spirit

Xavier Kamukura

Rosy and Cane

Vanessa Naegi

Sam Spirit

Samara Spirit

Isaac Komaeda

John Spirit

Cortney Naegi

Luna Naegi

Tim Spirit

Lessy

Madoka Magica ocs:

Kocho

Animals:

Carter

Lily Jackquin

MVA ocs:

Susie

murder drones ocs:

R

S

A

Z

O

Eto

Eli

ocs:

Magic Spirit and Blare Spirit

Tai Kai

Macy Harkquinn

Jake

Casella Tarisa

Marcus June Keller John Keller Zen C. Akuma/Damien C. Akuma Zane B. Akuma Mr.Akuma Mrs.Akuma Leon Spirit Amilia Magic Azrail L. Zozo Thomas Quinn A lot more down the line  So here’s a list of all ocs Yes you can ask me to make your ocs into this as well or draw the actual character them selves Please have a good day/Night or afternoon

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Call Forth: All The Bunnies

by LuCyrfer

A collection of tumblr prompts I began to write since December 2022. Feel free to take up the prompts, as long as you credit me as something you used to inspire your stories.

Words: 1496, Chapters: 10/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of DP X DC Collection

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Danny Phantom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Danny Fenton, Jason Todd, Jazz Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Tim Drake's Parents, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Damian Wayne, Maddie Fenton, Jack Fenton, Vlad Masters, Sam Manson, Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Guys in White (Danny Phantom), Other Character Tags to Be Added, Tucker Foley

Relationships: Tim Drake/Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton/Jason Todd, Danny Fenton & Dick Grayson, Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Danny Fenton & Jason Todd, Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton & Talia al Ghul, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton & Vlad Masters, Clockwork & Danny Fenton

Additional Tags: Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tumblr Prompt, Work In Progress

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45529687

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

for wild Wednesday, I'm thinking about two girls (the bestie and me 🥺) giving a joint blow job to sub!Jake, his face and chest all sweaty and red (like during the shows), he would try to last a little longer but we keep edging him and saying things like "you're throbbing" "good boy Jakey" "you're so pretty like this", kissing his tummy is a must too 💕 and when he cums in one of our mouths we kiss afterwards

Mmmm this has been in my head like all day, okay lets go.

You have had the fantasy of absolutely ruining Jake for a long time, but making Jake a whiny little submissive, tied up, mess with your best friend, now that was a dream. It was all finally happening. Here you were, smack dab in the middle of it all. You and your best friend have sweet little Jakey all tied up, his wrists bound and out of the way for you and your best girlfriend, who you lovingly have been calling Bunny tonight, because she's merely just here as a play thing for you and a tool to make Jake absolutely fucking hard. Both of them knowing who is in charge here.

You show her just how much Jake loves to be ridden, guiding her on his cock, showing her what makes him moan, watching his face as he watches you play with her pretty titties and kissing all over her shoulders and neck all while she fucks herself down on his cock, but Jake can only keep his eyes on you. He cannot stop admiring what a goddess you are. You make him eat your pussy, (which he almost begged for) sitting on his face while she rides him and kisses you, the whole thing is like out of the most amazing porn you've never seen before, fuck only if you could have filmed it.

Now you two are laying on either side of his legs, looking at the beauty of the man on display before you. Bound and a glimmering, sweaty mess, all flushed from lust. "Mm, you wanna cum so badly don't you, Jakey?" You tease as you kiss up his hip and to his love handles, giving it a teasing bite as your friend rakes her nails over his sensitive inner thigh. "Please, Mistress. I need it so bad." "Yeah? Bunny and I making you so hard I bet you want it so badly..." You say in that faux mean voice you know he loves so much. "Yes, Mistress." He practically gasps as you lick and nip at his pretty tummy, admiring his body this way, all tied up and helpless and perfectly pathetic. "I think we should put Jakey out of his misery, don’t you, Bunny?" You'd ask her, your hand under her chin to look at you. "Yes, I do. He looks like he really wants it." She says with a smile, you give her a kiss before reaching out to grab Jake's rock hard shaft. "Wanna take turns?" You ask her with a devilish grin, Jake lets out a sigh at your dirty idea. Bunny nods her head, you hold his cock to her lips, "He loves it when I lick up his shaft first. Taste him, Bunny." She looks you square in the eye as she takes a bold stripe up his shaft, "Fuck." Jake moans softly. "See." You say with a satisfied smile. "Take him in your mouth slowly, take it as far as you can slowly. His big cock is hard to take all at once." You instruct, eyes on Jake as you speak and it drives him wild.

Quickening your pace, letting your tongue run under his cock, cheeks hollowing out, your nails on your other hand digging into his thigh, pulling him over into his climax. His orgasm has been long overdue and it tastes so sweet, you cant possibly enjoy it alone. "I bet he tastes so good." Bunny says, you pull her gently into a kiss and let some of his cum that you hadn’t swallowed run off of your tongue and against hers while you kiss her. She moans at the taste of him on his tongue, Jake is watching like he was seeing a beautiful mirage wavering in the heat, his jaw hanging as he catches his breath. You break the kiss and move your attentions to Jake. "Aw baby, you did so good for us. Such a sweet honey. Bunny, undo his ties please. I think Jakey needs some lovin'." You grin at him, giving him a kiss. You hold him in a tight hug, he sighs against your ear. "Fuck that was amazing." "You're worth it all, baby boy."

He loves the dominant side of you, but this is a side of you that neither of you had ever seen before but fuck this was going well. You hold her hair in your hand as she bobs up and down Jake's dick. "Doesn't she feel good, Jakey?" You ask, Jake nods quickly, "Tell her how good it feels, Jakey, be sweet to our Bunny girl. She's been so good to us." You say with a smile, she moans at your praise while you kiss her shoulder. "Feels so good, Bunny, fuck, ah, it's so good." He moans. "Such good manners, baby boy. I wanna taste." You say, Bunny pulls away from Jake's cock, her hand still around his shaft as she brings his perfect dick to your mouth.

You take him far into your mouth, Jake throws his head back as you take him, bobbing up and down. He's so close, his thighs are almost shaking as Bunny kisses up them as you blow him. You stroke him to your mouth, doing exactly what you know he needs, "Ah, fuck, Mistress, please I'm so close. I wanna cum so badly." Jake cries, you pull off of him and continue to stroke him as you look at Bunny. "What do you think Bunny? Wanna watch me make Jakey cum?" "Mmm, yes please, baby." She practically purrs. You give Jake one last look before you go back to lavishing him with the attention you know he's earned.

[ghostiiiee]

Lately I've been thinking about a dc x dp au

Which I know those are popular lately but I haven't seen any like what I have ideas for

Mainly the plot bunnies follow an old post theory of mine, the Steven universe inspired split.

I really like the idea of a 'true' halfa danny escaping to Gotham with jazz under the names Nightingale and danny being legally dead due to his parents.

But it doesn't even start rhere

I adore the idea of Jason and danny being friends from before everything.

The idea that Jason met danny at a gala when they were both 12 or 13 and hitting it off extremely well and staying in touch. Danny could have gone with Sam bc she compromised with her parents. Wear a certain dress in neutral colors and bring a friend or she would make a scene ya know

Either way things go on and one of the key points I have written is Danny and Jason either died on the same day at the same time. Or Jason was revived at the same time Danny was in the portal. Something that would make them a GZ equivalent of twins. Kinda like that tinker bell movie with the wings.

Another idea I had was danny stops going by phantom in Gotham and goes by Crow and has a whole new outfit which I'm trying to sketch up.

And like yeah there's a no metas in Gotham rule. But Bruce has no idea there's a new hero for months until some bs happens and danny has to haul Jason to the cave for something

I could see Tim and Barbs knowing but never mentioning it bc "no one asked."

I just want to half dead idiots who are the same age and bust into raids with music blasting.

(I'm also partial to the hc that Jason's malnutrition didn't get magically fixed by the Lazarus pit. So two similar looking gangly limbed 17 year Olds with more strength than it looks like seems fucking hysterical.)