#with a plus of Danny and Peter

[shard010]

Imagine if Tony was a shit mentor and father figure until *after* Spider-Man Homecoming. (And his treatment of Peter can change if you changed his confrontations with Tony, both the creepy corning Peter at his apartment to recruit and blackmail him, and the fairy scene because even though he wasn't a hero long he still did it a good portion of the year *BEFORE* Tony showed up. Peter is *Competent*), acknowledged that *BOTH* Teams Tony and Cap weren't in the right just because they had a few good points. (Badass Aunt May mention. She confronts him and can be petty when she wants to be.)

Like, the sheer character growth and drama potential. Expanding upon their growth in relationship from "just this random kid" to "emotionally adopted family". The second chance Tony got to improve himself and be better. (And ex-vengers would be like "what did you do to Tony?!? If they ever show up afterward for a brief after story.) Expositionary could be separate story altogether OR can be connected or Peter's reflecting and contemplating on his and Tony's past together.

Danny can bring Billy into the fold for magical mayhem, (and witches weren't always exclusively women in history.) Billy would largely stick around his city for the most part though.

Green Lanterns obviously won't be shown too much, being space cops and all. And both Peter and Danny are not only on an assignment and the Lantern rings don't like to switch universes. Need to stick in the "general vicinity" of their charging stuff. (Potential for more drama if you wanna make an arc out of it, give each of the 3 a separate plot to work through. You can read DP X DC Lantern headcannons for agnst if you want to go dark. This can be another destabilizing point depending on the state of the Lanterns and the universe, as well as if you just want to stay longer and have them explore more, Like A Side Quest!

Since it's MCU Peter there won't be "fate and destiny" bs he has to contend with. He's got enough problems with his current power set and Parker Luck, thankyouverymuch.

DP x DC x Marvel

This is an idea I had yesterday, but I didn't want it to be swept away from the Dannypocalypse, so let's gooooo!

The Lazarus Pits are just more than just leaked ectoplasm into the material world, they're unstable rifts that could potentially tear apart the whole Infinite Realms! (The Fenton Portal doesn't count because technology keeps it stable.)

While one or two could be somehow manageable, the League of Assassins found a way to recreate them and the new model was definitely more unstable than the old ones...

SO this clearly needed an intervention.

Luckily, Clockwork has two apprentices heroes that own them some favors...

This is how Danny Fenton/Phantom, Peter Parker/Spider-man and the ghost of one (1) Tony Stark (as an emotional support ghost) found themselves being loaned to the DC Universe to close every single one of these Pits.

(Danny became CW's unofficial apprentice after they helped him with TUE.)

(@stealingyourbones @ashoutinthedarkness @the-sprog if y'all are interested... >:3c)

(Spoilers from Spider-man: No Way Home under the cut.)

(Peter is the one from the MCU after No Way Home, but he gets his happy ending thanks to CW who fixed Strange's Spell and so MJ and Ned still remember him... in exchange for a future favor, AKA being transferred to the DCU to fix things.)

[griefpersevering]

peter parker field trip fic but instead of going to stark industries he goes to rand enterprises and their visit gets gatecrashed by all four defenders

[shewhowillwrite]

Dead on Main AU Prompt Fic

Edit: i use @shewhowillrise

The Justice League was choosing their head engineer. They had a few contenders. One being the top student in engineering at Gotham University, even has a scholarship through Jason Wayne’s Scholarship for Underperforming Students. Bruce Wayne has started it after adopting Jason and seeing how smart he was but also how much he struggled in school.

Daniel Fenton lived on the same street as the Monarch Theatre, the same street he found Jason.

Batman couldn’t help but think Daniel was what Jason could have been if he was able to finish school and head off too college.

Batman knocked on the apartment door, not at all surprised at how fast it opened. When setting up the meeting, he could hear the excitement over the phone.

“Hello Batman Sir!” Daniel greeted, holding out a hand. He had a strong firm grip, reminded him of Clark’s. Possibly a meta, which is a plus. With what the kid might encounter while building or making repairs, a meta gene would be good to have, especially strength.

And over the meeting Batman fell more and more in love with the kid’s enthusiasm. Without the guarantee of the job, the kid was ready to give some ideas (that would amazing) incase the League would need them.

The meeting was supposed to be an hour but soon he noticed that the sun was low.

Batman sat up straighter upon hearing a key turn in the lock.

“Oh that’s my partner, sorry, I would I have warned you but I didn’t realize the meeting was going to be this long,” Danny (only creepy billionaires call me Daniel) said, which Batman also noted that he tried his best not to blame Batman for going over the allotted time. Kid’s respectful too.

“Hey Stardust how’d the meeting I’m not supposed to know about go? I’m sure whatever words you stumbled over the Bat didn’t hold it against you for being nerv-” the disembodied voice walks into the dining room, and freezes in surprise before collecting himself, an easy smile going on his face while wiping grease stained hands on his grease stained jeans and stuck one out to shake.

“Hi, I’m Jaylad Peters,” he says but Batman doesn’t take the hand offered. He doesn’t react at all.

In front of him is his baby boy, the one that died in his arms, the one he buried in Gotham Cemetery, near Thomas and Martha. His Jason.

[porcelana-r0ta]

JOYRIDE

Fandoms: Batman, Danny Phantom

Relationship: Dan Phantom/Jason Todd

Word Count: 3,823

Ao3 Link: Available only to registered users

Summary:

Dan doesn't want to join his Habitudes group for their dumb community service project, which is why he lets two idiot goons kidnap him off the streets. When said goons turn out to work for The Joker, Dan decides to do something about him, maniac to maniac.

Or: The Joker tries to live stream a ransom, but ends up live streaming his own execution.

xxXxx

When Dan Nightingale is grabbed off the streets of Gotham, he makes a half-hearted struggle, just so he can seem human. The kiddie hero business and the indiscriminate genocidal tendencies no longer call to him like they used to, and while he’s still an impatient person who is intolerant of disruptive bullshit, he needs a little excitement in his life. 

Plus, he wants an excuse to get out of his Habitudes community service project. His pretentious trust fund baby groupmates chose to volunteer at some fucking coffee shop instead of something normal, like a hospital or an animal shelter. (Dan didn’t even know a coffee shop was an option, but anything goes for wealthy elites who want to roleplay as an impoverished barista, apparently.) Well, Jay Peters wasn’t so bad, and he was just as irritated as Dan was about the others’ choice. Plus, the chill that settles into Dan’s unused lungs when the other student is around shows that he’s at least Death-touched like him, even if they’ve never acknowledged that to each other. 

So, yeah. He lets himself be kidnapped by two goons, even if he could easily break free and make their insides their outsides. It could be interesting! Enrichment in his pandimensional parole! Everyone’s got to have fun sometimes! It’s like a little joyride, as a treat! But he isn’t the one committing the crime! How quaint!

Dan is a very polite captive. He lets himself be pulled into a creeper van with minimal resistance. He lets the goons zip tie his hands. He lets them put a black bag over his head, even though it smells of weed. He doesn’t count the number of turns they take, nor does he try to talk them into letting him go. In fact, he doesn’t say anything. When they eventually park, he allows the men to pull him out of the creeper van and into some building—likely a warehouse, judging by the echo of their footsteps on the floor. And finally, he lets the goons cut off the zip ties around his wrists and then tie them to the metal arms of a chair. 

He’s a great captive. And he’s so going to be excused from that stupid Habitudes community service project!

He’s content to sit and wait. The Bats of Gotham City usually have a good response time for villain bullshit, and if they don’t, then it’s not like any Fear gas or sex pollen will affect him. Dan’s not really human anymore, even if he is capable of looking so. 

Dan does not have to wait long. The footsteps increase and then stop altogether, and then a cackle fills the air. “Camera man ready? Mics? Charges?” The voice is familiar, yet grating. Where has he heard it before? In his past future, maybe?

“Yes, sir,” comes the reply from several different people. 

A pleased cackle, “Then let’s get started!”

“We are live in three… two…” 

At the silent one, the cackle echoes through the room once again. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen of Gotham City and beyond! I’m your favorite Joker, LIVE! With one of your favorite Wayne children!” 

Dan, who has been relatively chill this whole time, tenses. The Joker. That’s why he recognizes that cackle and voice. He had killed the clown before in his original timeline. Ugh, clowns. He fucking hates clowns. Hates their stupid pale makeup and their stupid dumb wigs and their exaggerated eyes and he fucking hates how they make him feel like he’s not in control. 

And what was that about a Wayne? 

Dan doesn’t think killing someone like The Joker in his original timeline should be held against him. Honestly, the guy is a megalomaniacal terrorist who abuses the guise of mental illness to get away with crimes against humanity. Dan had at least owned up to his own sanity, and never tried to hide from the law or anything like that. He just kind of… killed the law. 

….ACAB? 

A hand suddenly grips at the bag on his head, grabbing hair with fabric. “That’s right, folks! Here’s Gotham’s beloved Dick Grayson!” The bag is yanked off his head, revealing Dan in all his scowling glory. And Dan is a lot of things, but an exact Dick Grayson copy he is not, so while the goons may have mistaken him as Grayson, The Joker does not. 

He pauses, studying Dan’s face. Dan raises a mocking eyebrow, then looks around the warehouse. 

It’s empty and dimly lit, but it’s not a problem for his superior vision. The metal walls are an ugly beige and the floor is a gray cement, its color only broken by mysterious brown stains, and now the discarded black bag. Dan is up against a wall, surrounded by filming equipment. The camera in question is just a fucking iPhone 12 attached to a ring light. There’s one goon behind the camera, moderating the live stream. There is another goon holding a boom mic above Dan and The Joker, and there are four others behind the camera. All of the goons who are not handling equipment are holding toy musket guns. It is probably safe to assume that there are similarly armed goons guarding the doors that Dan cannot see from his position tied to a chair. Likely two goons per exit. In a warehouse of this size, there have to be at least six more goons that Dan isn’t seeing. 

The Joker grits his teeth. “Who brought the Grayson kid here.” It’s not a question so much as it is a demand. 

“We did, boss,” two goons pipe up proudly from behind the camera. 

“Why don’t you two come up on camera so I can congratulate you for good work?” The Joker grins beseechingly. 

One of the two goons, the blond, shuffles nervously at this, whereas the other puffs out his chest. So only one has any brain cells. 

The prideful one grabs his comrade by the arm and drags him up to the camera with Dan and The Joker. They stand in front of Dan, blocking him from the camera’s view.

“I always reward good work, you see,” he says to his henchmen. “Now, you think this is good work?” 

“Yes, sir,” says Pride, while Blond frowns. 

“Take a good look at his face.” The villain gestures angrily to Dan’s unimpressed face. “What do you see?” 

“Dick Grayson, sir,” 

Blond shuffles, “He looks like he isn’t scared.” 

“No! Wrong! This isn’t Dick Grayson! This– This is some—” The Joker takes another glance at Dan, noting the black Gotham U hoodie that hides his muscles. “This is some fucking college twink!”

“Twink?” Dan mutters to himself, disgruntled. Sure, the hoodie is baggy and he’s seated instead of standing, but do those two things add up to him looking like a twink? 

The color has drained out of even Pride’s face at The Joker’s words. “Sir, please—”

But The Joker is already pulling out a comically large toy gun that probably has real bullets, and Dan sighs. It would probably be bad for his parole if he let a bunch of humans die in front of him. 

He phases out of the ropes binding him, safe from view with the two idiots in front of him. Then, he kicks The Joker down to the floor, sending the toy gun scattering across the cement floor of the warehouse. He stands and knocks Pride and Blond’s heads together, knocking them out as The Joker screeches with rage. 

The goons behind the camera aim their guns, but Dan is already moving behind the camera. He snags the guns out of their hands, snapping them in half with strength he doesn’t even have to think about. He moves so fast that at first they don’t even realize what’s happened. By the time they connect their missing firearms to the broken bits of metal on the floor, Dan has already clobbered them over the head, knocking them unconscious. 

He takes out the cameraman, too, and the goon holding the boom mic. Then, in mere seconds, he takes out all the goons at each exit, and he’s back at the filming station by the time The Joker has staggered to his feet. His original estimate had been off by two—there were eight other goons in total. 

Dan checks the iPhone—still live streaming. On TikTok, of all the goddamn apps. The comments are going wild on what’s going on: where’s the college student, how did he kick The Joker like that, do you guys think that those two goons have brain damage now, what was that metal scraping sound, where is The Joker? 

“Hey, brat!” snarls The Joker, clutching at his ribs. “That was not part of the script.”

Dan hates clowns, and he especially hates The Joker. Sure, Dan wiped out nearly all of humanity. Who doesn’t have a bad decade of villainous activity? But he did it quickly, and he didn’t do it under the guise of insanity. He owned up to it. And if Dan’s being honest, he’s… disgusted by it all now, even if it hurts himself to admit. 

If Dan isn’t human, then neither is The Joker. 

Still off camera, Dan moves so fast he basically teleports in front of The Joker. The other man stumbles back, but Dan reaches out and grabs him by the throat. He chokes and claws at Dan, but Dan isn’t human anymore, and so his nails catch on nothing but the cloth of his hoodie. He doesn’t even feel it.

He drags The Joker to the chair in front of the still live camera and shoves him into it. While he recovers from being choked, gasping and shuddering and so fucking human , Dan forces his hands behind him and uses the ropes he’d phased out of to tie The Joker up. When he ties the last knot, Dan stands tall, staring into the camera. 

“Hello, friends and family,” he greets the audience. He gives a small smile, and he makes sure that he is perfectly, utterly human with normal blue eyes and normal black hair and normal human skin. “As you can see, things have turned around for The Joker here. Now, I’m sure his original intent was to ransom out the Wayne kid, and it would be a shame to see that hard work and planning go to waste on a mistake, wouldn’t it? So why don’t we hold a… reverse ransom? Only, I don’t need funds. I’ll accept donations. My venmo is vladsucks03. My cashapp is dannight07.”

Dan’s smile grows into a wide grin. “Feel free to donate if you like. But even not a single person donates, The Joker dies today.” 

The Joker spits out a gasping laugh, “Ha! You think you can kill me? I gotta admit, that’s a good joke. But Batman—”

“Batman what?” Dan asks, stepping off camera to grab the black bag on the floor. He shoves it halfway into his pocket. He walks to The Joker’s toy gun, the only one he hadn’t broken, and he picks it up. 

“Batman is already on his way here,” The Joker says. “He always is by this point.”

“And Batman will save you?” Dan snorts. He moves to check the live stream, comments coming in so fast that the only reason he can read them is because he’s not human anymore. 

Is this for real

fuck yeah kill that guy

💥🔫🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

extremely common gotham uni W

im donating 50$ rn

Can we vote on how joker dies

Lol does he fr think that batman would help him

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Does anyone else find this incredibly attractive or is it just me 😳

guys my joker/batman fic update is gonna slap after this

Joker’s cooked

bro is about to have ao3 level donations

Hey what’s his cashapp again

Omg i think that guy is in my bio class

I’ll donate when hes acc dead

doin god's work 🥹👍

If bro doesnt do it he’s cooked

This guy is gonna have infinite rizz if he pulls this off

The Joker scoffs, “Of course he will. He’s done it before.”

Dan yanks his gaze from the comments to The Joker’s face, “What?”

The Joker nods his head up arrogantly. “Batsy can’t live without me. He saved me after fickle-ickle Nightwing killed me.” 

“Huh.” Dan blinks consideringly, switching his gaze back to the comments. They’re all freaking out about this new information. He steps back into the camera frame, pulling the hammer back on the toy gun. “Then I’ll just have to make sure it sticks.” 

He points the gun at The Joker’s face and fires. As expected, rainbow confetti is the only thing that flies out, dusting over The Joker in celebration of what is to come. 

The Joker laughs. 

“Cute,” says Dan. He walks around The Joker to stand behind him, directly in front of the camera. He removes the black bag from his pocket and puts it over The Joker’s face. 

He shoves the muzzle of the gun into the back of The Joker’s skull. Pulling back the hammer, he asks, “Any last words?” 

He pulls the trigger before The Joker can say anything. It’s funny. As expected, the second gunshot is a real bullet. The Joker’s head and body jerks forward. Blood splatters on Dan’s face, but it’s mostly on the floor and the unconscious Blond and Pride and on The Joker himself. 

For a moment, Dan can only stare. The Joker’s body is crumbled in on itself, held up only by the bindings on his arms to a chair nailed to the ground. 

He feels big. He feels good. 

He feels… dirty.

He clears his throat. He drops the gun. He lifts up the soaking black bag up just enough to check for a pulse. After thirty seconds of nothing, he says, “Well, that’s the end of The Joker.” 

He looks up, staring into the camera lens, and he chuckles. “I missed my community service project because of this bozo. You guys think my professor will accept this as community service?”

You guys think this will affect my ghost parole? he doesn’t ask. 

He bends down to check the pockets of Blond. He finds his phone and uses Blond’s thumbprint to bypass the password. His stomach curdles at the home screen—a picture of Blond and a little girl with his eyes and his nose. His eyes burn and he calls 911, trying not to blink.

“911 dispatch. What is your emergency?”

“Yeah, uh, I killed The Joker. But he kidnapped me first, so. Turnabout.” 

“You— sorry, you what?”

“I killed The Joker. He’s dead. I checked his pulse and everything.”

“O-oh.” The woman on dispatch sounds strangled. There are muffled sounds, frantic, that the receiver only barely picks up. Dan wonders what she’s doing, Asking for verification? Trying to triangulate his location? Celebrating the fucking good news? “Do you know where you are, sir?”

“Some warehouse, I guess. Probably at the docks. Do you want me to check?”

“No, sir, please stay where you are if there are no immediate threats.”

“Got it.” He clicks his tongue. 

“Can you tell me your name, sir? Are you injured somewhere?”

“I’m Dan. Uh, Dan Nightingale. I guess he thought I was the Grayson kid. Um. Dick Grayson, I mean. And no, I’m fine. His henchmen are injured and unconscious, though.” 

“Right. Okay. Hi, Dan. I’m Claire. First responders and patrol units are on their way to your location now.”

“Well, that’s good, I guess.” He almost wants to ask if she thinks that he’ll end up in Arkham for this, but he’s pretty sure that there’s no jury on Earth that would convict him. Well, maybe not. He did ask for donations for murdering The Joker, after all. That might put a damper on his defense. 

“Dan?” asks Claire. 

“Yeah?”

“Is– is he really dead?”

Dan looks at the body and kicks a limp leg, avoiding looking at the gory black bag. Nothing. “Yep. As a doornail.” And he knows death intimately. 

She breathes a shaky, staticky sigh into the receiver. “Thank you, Dan.”  

He blinks, “Can you get fired for saying that?”

She laughs, “Honey, everyone not on break right now is listening to this. My boss just broke a bottle of tequila out from his desk.” 

He barks out his own laugh. “Oh?”

“You’re about to be very popular, Dan.”

“Well, I—” 

And seventeen minutes late to the party, the windows at the top of the warehouse shatter open. In cascades of broken glass and grappling cables, the Bats drop down to the floor. 

“Away from the body,” commands Batman as soon as his feet hit the ground. His little birdies, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and the newest Robin fall in line with him. Robin makes quick work of rounding up the unconscious goons and binding them. 

Dan obligingly puts the hand that isn’t holding the phone up in the air, but before moving away from the camera’s view, he says, “Just a reminder guys, my venmo is vladsucks03 and my cashapp is dannight07. Please remember that I might need a lawyer soon.”

“Okay, funny guy,” Nightwing says, entering into frame and pulling Dan away by the shoulder while Red Robin shuts down the live stream.

“It was self-defense and defense of another. A whole population, if you will,” Dan says. 

Red Hood snickers, “Only crime here was the kidnapping.” 

“Dan, are you okay?”

“Bats are here, Claire,” Dan tells her. He watches Batman lift the black bag off The Joker’s face, revealing the viscera and gray matter beneath. He’s not smiling anymore. Dan hasn’t seen that kind of gore in years. He’s the cause of it once more and he doesn’t regret that. It feels invigorating. It feels devastating. “I guess I’ll hang up now. If The Joker is mysteriously alive after this, it’s because Batman couldn’t handle not being the hero.” 

“Dan—” He hangs up as Batman’s shoulders go minutely tense at his words. The man stands fully, turning his head slightly to narrow his cowled eyes at Dan. 

“Problem, sir?” 

“You killed The Joker.” 

“I saved myself and his two idiots.” He shrugs. 

“You had him restrained.” 

He rests an offended hand against his chest. “I was frightened that he would escape, sir, just as he escapes from the very place you put him every eight to ten months.” The Bat doesn’t want to be judge, jury, and executioner. Fine. Whatever, he gets it. Dan hadn’t wanted to be that, neither as hero nor villain. He’d wanted to save, he wanted to be saved, and then he wanted everyone to feel like he did. But he’s not so prideful now to know that he wouldn’t have stopped then, not unless someone handled the job permanently. 

The Joker needed permanence. 

The Bat can play fucking judge all he wants. But he’d be just as villainous if he tried enforcing his own moral code on other people.

“You asked for donations,” Red Robin says dryly. “You were basically putting a hit out on him.”

“My art in life textbook is $300. How much do you think a lawyer is going to cost?”

“Hn.” 

“Stop giving the man a hard time for doing a public service, Batman.” Red Hood shoulder checked Nightwing away and held out a gloved hand for Dan to shake. He takes the other’s hand and firmly shakes it. The contact, while not to skin, gives Dan goosebumps and chills his lungs. 

Jay?

“Let’s hope my Habitudes professor agrees with you.”

“She will. Everyone with three brain cells to rub together will.” The man cuts a glare at Batman. 

Dan didn't say what pronouns his professor uses. 

The rumble in Red Hood’s voice is enticing. He looks at the other man, really looks, and notices his broad shoulders, how tall he is (though Dan towers over him even  disguised as a human), and his muscled arms. Arms that Dan’s pretty sure are normally hidden beneath a Gotham U hoodie, just like his own. 

He smirks as sirens sound in the distance. “Let’s hope the cops agree with you.”

“They will,” Hood says. It sounds like a promise for something entirely different. 

“Gag me,” Red Robin mutters.

Robin says, “For once I agree with you.”

Without looking away from Dan, Red Hood flips the two off, and yeah, maybe redemption can be more promising than he initially thought. 

xxXxx

A week later, Dan finally goes back to his regular schedule. His ghost parole is intact—he’d even been thanked by some Gothamite ghosts, and Danny begrudgingly told him that there were ghosts who said they’d riot if Dan was given any punishment. As for the mortal side of things, Vlad Masters had graciously sent his team of attorneys to Dan’s aid. While Dan still hates him, he has no issue about using a free team of lawyers to defend him. He’s guaranteed to walk.

Jazz had called him. It made his core unsettled and stony. She wasn’t disappointed, and he doesn’t know how that makes him feel. He doesn’t regret it—The Joker would never change. But what does that say about him and his progress? 

Jazz in general makes him uneasy now. She used to be his big sister, and now she’s younger than him, and he tried to kill her, and— she’s different from his Jazz, is all. But if she’d always known like she said, then his Jazz did, too, right? Could she still be his Jazz, a Jazz who got to grow up? Still be his sister? It would be stupid to hope so, right?

He feels bitter.

She said she’s considering Gotham University as her college of choice as she nears high school graduation. Apparently, their psych department is amazing. 

So maybe hope isn’t so bad. 

Dan sits down at his 10:00 am Habitudes class. Everyone already in the room stares at him. Before they can offer any congrats or thanks or swarm him, Jay sits down next to him. 

Dan looks at Jay’s mostly black hair and his tuft of white at his front bangs. He’s wearing his usual Gotham U hoodie, a hoodie that likely hides muscled arms. A chill builds in his lungs like it did when speaking with Red Hood, like it has every other time he’s talked with Jay Peters. 

…Hm. A hoodie that definitely hides muscled arms. 

“Hey,” says Jay with a grin. “Crazy week, I hear?”

“You’re a Gothamite. I’m sure you’re aware of exactly how crazy it’s been.” 

“You should tell me about it sometime.”

“Sure. After class? We can grab an early lunch. Make it a date, maybe.”

Jay smiles, cute and small. His eyes flash green—a baby Death-touched soul, still can’t control his spooky abilities, how adorable—and he says, “That sounds perfect.”

[shookye]

A Funny Take on Danny being cut open

You've probably all seen this, Danny gets strapped down by his parents and vivisected. Or is it dissected on account of being a ghost? Anyway, here's the humorous take

Danny is strapped to a table. His parents are the ones holding the scalpel. And he's screaming in terror

Jack: Danny, stop screaming, we'll get that appendix out of you without the annoying hospital fees. And then you can look back on this and laugh

Danny: I'm not going to laugh about this at all. Can't you put me under first?

Jack: Son, when I had your mother take out my appendix, I certainly didn't have any anesthesia

Maddie: And when your father cut me open, I didn't have any either

Danny: Wait, what?

Maddie: You were a C-Section

[riahreadz]

Okay ideal Teen Wolf fanfic pack Take 2! 🎬 Sterek✨️

If Derek is Alpha, then obviously Stiles is Pack Mom and Alpha Mate.

All the good fics have Peter as a good little wolf or at least relatively good to the Hale Pack whilst protecting them doing some dirty work as the Left Hand. Peter and Stiles, as best friends, 🤌🏼✨️ is just t it's golden. Derek honestly gets scared when they team up - he knows it'll never end well, especially if Erica is involved. Peter supplies Stiles with all the family heirloom books and artifacts or from his own personal collections.

Stiles just has a habit of collecting Hales, first Derek, then Peter, Cora, and even Malia.

And in the rarity that I read a fic where Ell isn't Stiles's son well Stiles took one look at the kid (maybe before he even knew Eli was Derek's) and filed him under Lost (Hale) PuppyTM Derek is particularly fond of Stiles's seemingly sixth sense when it comes to protecting the Hales. Despite also yelling at the younger man who can't get it through his thick skull that putting himself in the line of danger won't help Derek losing him anymore than losing another Hale.

Somewhere along the way, Peter gets back together with Chris cause, yes, they dated as teens with an unfortunate near 20-year pause due to the Argent/Hale shit show extravaganza. They are raising their teen/young adult daughters Allison and Malia as sisters - bonus points if Jackson and Malia are twins.

Now I can't for some reason ever really see Allison and Isaac being romantically involved after her death and resurrection. Usually, Stiles figures some way to bring her back,and going forward, she gets back with Scott, Issac becomes dependent on Chris as a father figure, so Allison and Issac are just good friends once she's back. OR he sees Derek as a brother or father figure kinda situation being the Alpha that originally turned him, and skips over the emotional attachment to Chris all together.

Malia and Kira make for an interesting side ship that I never saw coming but a cute addition lol

Boyd and Erica are mates, obviously. Erica is a little shit just like Stiles and especially teaming up with Stiles, but Boyd balances her crazy. Crazy fun that iS.

I do love a good fic with Cora being involved. The dynamic of her and Derek finding their footing once again as siblings just makes me super emotional, okay? Plus, Cora and Isaac make for a good couple/mates.

Given that I love a good bad friend Scott fic, Isaac has pulled away from following Scott like a lost puppy. His lost puppy status belongs to Cora or Derek, depending on whose good side he's trying to get on that day. But back to Scott - his main roll usually is to tear down Stiles or attempt to anyway. Usually, Allison is there to gather his wits back together and reel him back into being a good friend. I'im game with a good redemption arc for him, but it ain't required.

Lydia and Stiles make a good team, and she makes a damn good motivational ass kicker when Stiles needs one, which is usually at least once in every fic, let's be honest. She's either with Jackson or just a bad ass that doesn't need a partner to ground her. Jackson is still an asshole - it's why we love him. But he and Stiles develop a pretty decent friendship when they bond over healing from losing control from the Kanima and Void. He'd kill to protect Stiles. They all would. He's with Lydia, Danny, or Ethan.

Now we can't forget Sheriff Stilinski, rather his name is Noah or John, he's a big player in this pack. Despite being only human, he has a lot of sway when it comes to this rag-tag group of puppies and puppy adjacents. Derek and him make for a good team in the fics. Derek is a deputy. Or just the Sheriff adopting Derek as an unofficial Stilinski once he realizes his son won't ever let go of the Hales but especially one Derek Hale - plus it's easier to expain to his across-the-street-neighbor that Derek is family rather than filter through the panicked 911 calls of astrange man in a black leather jacket climbing once again through his son's bedroom window. Cause the Hales don't know how to use front doors - a trait they passed along to the whole pack like a worst kept secret family tradition.

Oh, and it's recently been brought to my attention that the Sheriff is in a secret relationship with his deputy Jordan and eventually gets exposed by Stiles seeing them on a date. Bonus points if it turns into a double date. Didn't know I needed this one until I needed it. However, I'm down for seeing him with Melissa or even a thropple with Chris and Peter. If he's with Melissa, then Scott has to have a redemption arc, or he was the good best friend/step brother all along.

And last but certainly not least, Eli Hale or shall I say Eli Stilinski-Hale or Hale-Stilinski? Doesn't matter as long as we all can agree that Elis Stiles's son. l'm not picky on whether it's adoption, mpreg, or Stiles and Derek got together after Eliwas born. Stiles. Is. Eli's. Father.

If some of this seems repeated from my Steter Ideal Pack - well, that's cause it is, lol. I wrote this first but finished Steter before Sterek. I'll probably rewrite this cause it's rushed, but I need to get it out to link for my Secret Santa in the Sterek Exchange.

✋️🛑 Now, all of this is just my personal preference on fics I've read. A lot of these obviously stray from the actual character on the show but 🤷🏻‍♀️ show canon meet 🫱🏻‍🫲🏽 one person's fanfic canon. All respect and rights for the cast and crew in bringing these characters to life, though. Also, I'm not saying that I won't read fics that don't include this stuff - like I've mentioned just some stuff I've read over the years and liked. ✋️🛑

[livelaughghoul]

Omg girl with honorary daddy I just meant all the hot elderlies that aren’t on the current grid but should defo be included. But ok here are my recommendations:

The current grid

+ Danny Ric ,Kimi Raikkonen, Sebastian Vettel, Mick Schumacher, Jenson Button, Nico Rosberg

Toto Wolf,

Peter Bonnington,

Daddy Stroll,

Fred Vasseur,

Adrian Newey 😭,

Helmut Marko 💀,

Christian Horner

And I think thar should be enough. I included some personal icks as well this should be so much fun

Here is my smash or pass for the current grid and members below, and my reasoning behind the answer. I hope you all know this is a judgment free zone, please…

Charles Leclerc: smash, but only because I feel like there is some sort of obligation to find this man incredibly attractive. Don’t get me wrong, he’s attractive in a conventional way, but he doesn’t necessarily do it for me.

Carlos Sainz: pass, but if it were his dad? Absolutely would smash this man’s dad. Honestly he’s too pretty for me, like I would ruin him and I don’t want that guilt.

Oscar Piastri: pass, only because I feel like we’re both way too introverted and it would just be weird. Plus I think seeing my hidden tattoos and piercings (I have my nipples and multiple genital piercings btw lol) would potentially give him a heart attack and I don’t want that heat.

Lando Norris: pass, honestly he does nothing for me. I’ve watched a few of Max’s streams (I actually like Max!) and I think mom friend mode would be activated and I’d just lecture him about taking care of himself because what the fuck do you mean you have the money to buy a car but not groceries? Are you dumb?

Max Verstappen: smash, but only because I find his attitude and general demeanor attractive, not necessarily him.

Sergio Perez: SMASH, SMASH, SMASH. No explanation needed.

Nico Hulkenberg: pass, he’s too pretty and honestly I would bad getting between the haasbands, like they’re end game for me.

Kevin Magnussen: ignore my answer above, because I’m absolutely smashing certified track terror Kevin.

Pierre Gasly: give me a few shots of tequila and I’ll smash, but otherwise it’s a pass.

Esteban Ocon: smash, he’s got a really nice voice and I love his accent specifically so like, it makes sense.

Alex Albon: pass, but only because I want the chance to see the animals on his apparent farm. Also let me pet your cats please and thank you.

Franco Colapinto: pass, I’m not a mother so it wouldn’t happen anyways. Also I feel like I’d end up in a similar situation to Lando where mom friend mode gets activated and im taking this grown man grocery shopping because what do you mean your fridge is fucking empty?

Logan Sargeant (yes I’m including him, fight me): pass, only because this is my literal son and I love him and want to protect him. I would die for him.

George Russell: smash, I could break this man and I think it would be fun.

Lewis Hamilton: smash, I think he could break me and it would be fun.

Fernando Alonso: SMASH, SO MUCH SMASHING MY DUDES. LIKE SO MUCH.

Lance Stroll: pass, again, he doesn’t do it for me but his dad certainly does.

Yuki Tsunoda: pass, he’s too just a little guy for me.

Liam Lawson: pass, I don’t like his attitude and I feel like I’d want to discuss why he feels the need to be so performative with how he presents himself and it would just be a lot.

Zhou Guanyu: pass, but only because I want to hang out with his cat and not him.

Valtteri Bottas: smash, feels natural and like it would be an experience nothing would be able to replicate, ever.

Daniel Ricciardo: SMASH, no hesitation. I love a slutty thigh tattoo. I’m a sucker for this man.

Kimi Raikkonen: yall know I’m smashing, this is obvious. I’m in love with this man.

Sebastian Vettel: I’m smashing, but I’m not super into it. I’m more here to talk about sustainability and figure out what I can do to assist. It’s not a fulfilling smash.

Mick Schumacher: he’s literally so pretty, like so pretty. I’m afraid it’s a pass though guy, like I think I would almost feel guilty?? Like he’s so pretty and I’m just a feral little swamp goblin?? It’s not fair.

Jenson Button: smashing, 100%. I feel like this needs no explanation.

Nico Rosberg: pass, but it’s like a really difficult pass.

Toto Wolff: fucking smash my dudes, like I am actively ruining my marriage at the chance to smash (this is a joke I love my husband very much). I’m beginning to realize there is a bit of theme in my answers…

Peter Bonnington: have you seen the size of this dudes chest? The size of his arms? Smash, I’d be crazy not to.

Daddy stroll: smash, absolutely. Honestly? Frothing at the mouth for him.

Fred Vasseur: NO ONE JUDGE ME. Smash, and I’m not proud of it.

Adrian Newey:….smash….swear to god yall better not judge me. He’s just really smart and I find that attractive!!

Helmut Marko: pass, but only because I’m pretty sure if he saw my nipple or clit piercings he would die and I don’t need that additional trauma, ya know?

Christian Horner: pass, he looks too squirrelly to me.

[anotheruserwithnoname]

Ten years of Whouffaldi

My word, where did 10 years ago?

Ten years ago on Aug. 23, the episode Deep Breath launched the remarkable era of Peter Capaldi as the Twelfth Doctor (or true Thirteenth if you want to annoy some people).

And it was the true launch of one of the most interesting romances in sci-fi (friendly reminder that Peter, Jenna Coleman, Steven Moffat, writers and directors have all in some way or another confirmed that this wasn't fans watching with "ship-coloured glasses" - it was canonical. Regardless how some fans and even media have tried - as recently as a few days ago - to pretend it didn't exist.)

I do think it was not intended. It cannot be denied that a lot of people consider there to be an age-gap limit in romances, real-life and fictional, even when both parties are consenting adults. So when Peter replaced Matt - and no one can deny Clara had the hots for Eleven because she flat out says so, several times - they obviously planned on a return to the First Doctor-Susan dynamic with Capaldi (or maybe more accurately Third Doctor-Jo Grant, since Three low-key held a flame for Jo, since Twelve would still remember how he felt as Eleven, plus Three was "Capaldi's Doctor"). But due to the fact Peter and Jenna had such intense chemistry (to this day some fans remain convinced they had a real-life romance, which is not something I ever subscribed to), coupled with the decision to shoot the first episodes of the season in order of broadcast, you can see Moffat and his writers pivoting in real time as they adjusted to the fact that - with no disrespect to Samuel Anderson - Danny Pink was never going to be the next Rory Williams. This is most in evidence with Listen defining a future for Clara and Danny that was definitively retconned by Danny's death in Dark Water.

I know the Capaldi era was not everyone's cup of tea. Season 10 in particular did not age well for me, mainly because it was clearly "one season too many" for Moffat and Capaldi himself seemed to "check out" after a fashion when it became known that the next producer wasn't planning on keeping Twelve around. And if we're going to harp about falling ratings for the show in recent years, Peter never attained the same viewership levels as Matt or David. But for me, Seasons 8 and 9 were - a few off points notwithstanding - the best of the modern era and easily rank alongside the Pertwee years as some of the best this show ever had. (I stopped watching after Season 10 - but having spoken to people whose judgement I trust, I don't think anything that followed is likely to have rendered that statement outdated.)

But I appreciated the more mature approach to the show. Yes, I know DW always was at its core a children's show - though upgraded to family show over time. But having the Doctor and Clara having a mature conversation at the diner, the Doctor inviting a villain to have a drink with him (the closest the Doctor ever got to being James Bond), Clara freaking out about being called a control freak (not to mention her perfect "Nothing is more important than my egomania!"), the fact the episode confirmed that the Doctor did look upon Clara as his girlfriend when he was Eleven, and the fact the episode walks up to ageism and pops it in the nose with Clara being upbraided by Vastra for being ageist because of Twelve no longer being the young man Clara fell for ... all these add up to a remarkable episode and likely the strongest debut story for a Doctor since Spearhead from Space.

Deep Breath also marks the last time we saw the Paternoster Gang on screen. Having praised Moffat for Whouffaldi, now time to aim some criticism his way - he set up a perfect spinoff series (Neve McIntosh is one of my favourite actresses not named Jenna Coleman) and yet never followed through. Say what one might about RTD, we'd have gotten 4 series of Vastra, Jenny and Strax had he been in charge. Big FInish doesn't count though I'm sure Neve and Dan Starkey appreciated the fact they didn't need to put on the makeup all the time! LOL

So happy 10th anniversary to Whouffaldi!

[friendlyghost07]

Concept: tommyinnit in Gotham like those Peter in Gotham fics (specifically C!Tommy)

Just think about it. First off, the way C!Tommy is written in fics is rly similar to Andrew Garfield’s spiderman if he was aloud to cuss a lot and be British. So already we know the dynamic would work.

Plus, if you go with C!Tommy and not content creator Tommyinnit, then this is someone who knows nothing about the modern world. In Peter in Gotham fics his culture shock is the diff between hero society mostly, and Danny is usually still in the same universe he just moves towns, but Tommy?

Bro doesn’t know what a vigilante is. He knows what a hero is, but would he know about vigilantes? He’s never lived in a world where that was a possibility, so he’s probably never heard the word before, so the bats are just a new concept to him entirely.

And that’s not even touching him learning about modern technology. The technology in the dsmp is so fucked, there’s nukes, but they still use bows and arrows? Plus, their comms are the closest thing to a phone he’s ever seen.

I’m just picturing him entering the library like Peter does at the beginning of every fic, but instead of hacking a computer and high tailing it out of there he lingers, because he has no idea what he’s doing. He just nearly got ran over by a car, but he doesn’t know what a car is, so it seems like a good starting point. He avoids the computers bc “wtf r those block things?” And ask Barbara where “the redstone section is”. (Tommy assumes anything tech is redstone powered) and Barbara is confused bc redstone is a fictional made up thing by Minecraft. And thru this failed interaction Tommy is directed towards the computers, and fails to use one properly for the next hr. Barbara watches in shock, and immediately messages the GC about a “potential clone/alien/escaped lab rat situation”.

He doesn’t think to get a form of ID bc he’s never needed one, or get a job. Everyone always built their own places and lived there in Minecraft. So taxes and economy and working for money is something new he’s learning.

Also his unique trauma just giving the bats a headache, like what do you mean you fought in a national war at 9??? You gen believed ur brother was gonna make u president at 14, then he blew up said nation in front of you??? Tf is a HYBRID? Tim also fucking loosing it at their cracked technology in the SMP.

If someone were to do this my one ask is you add Tommy being scared of ppl with masks on. It makes him tense when he can’t look at someone’s facial expressions to see if they’re mad (thank you c!dream). So red hood’s helmet, and Batman’s clow just fucks with him. At least hood has a domino mask underneath that makes Tommy feel better (not great, but better) but Batman will forever be untrusted until way later in the fic.

Tommy: I don’t have a good track record with brothers, or family in general.

Literally any of the batkids: neither do I.

queue bonding

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Thrills In The Night - Danny Wagner

A/N: For plot purposes, the Halloween party takes place at Sam’s house in Nashville! I love you guysss SO much! Happy to finally get this out to you.

WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! Arguing, light fingering, borderline hate-fucking, hair pulling, choking, slapping, unprotected sex.

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In your opinion, there was nothing worse than being stuck somewhere with the unbearable need to be fucked cursing through you and no way to rectify the problem.

Especially when your raging need was all at the hands of someone you absolutely could not stand.

When you had agreed to come to the Halloween party that Sam was throwing at his house, you had absolutely no idea you were going to come in to find Danny dressed as Peter Criss.

It was single handedly the hottest thing you’d ever seen, but also the worst… Considering you had settled on dressing as a 70’s groupie as a last minute costume.

It was far too coincidental for your liking.

Sitting at the island in the kitchen, Josh was sitting directly across from you. It was becoming increasingly more difficult not to turn in your stool and stare into the living room at Danny.

You just tried to stay occupied by sipping on your drink, somewhat listening to Josh talk as you fought with yourself mentally. You just couldn’t help it, though. Eventually, you had turned almost all the way around and couldn’t keep your eyes off of Danny for long.

“You’re staring awfully hard,” Josh giggled, stopping in the middle of his previous sentence to point out the obvious. He subtly motioned towards Danny, who was mingling with a few people you didn’t quite recognize.

A crimson blush tainted your cheeks, “Shut up, Josh.”

“I’m just saying!” Josh laughed, throwing his hands up in defense. “Those ‘fuck me’ eyes could be seen from the other end of Nashville.”

“I’m not making fuck me eyes, Joshua,” you mumbled under your breath, but Josh still heard it. “I’m just buzzed.”

But you were indeed making eyes, longing and craving to have him in a way that goes far deeper than just fucking. You’d loved Danny since you were in your senior year of school.

He just always seemed to have other plans, though.

Not taking you to prom seemed like one of those “other plans,” hence where your dislike started. After the two of you graduated, the gates of hell opened up between the two of you and it had been that way ever since. You wanted to fuck him. God, you really did. However, you refused to do anything until he apologized for all those years.

“Whatever. You’ve been sipping on that drink for an hour now,” Josh scoffed, seeing right through you. “You’re not good at lying, so don’t even try. You should really just-“

“Please,” you cut Josh off. “Don’t go into another ‘you two just need to talk it out’ speech.”

“BUT YOU DO!” Josh was clearly adamant… As he was with a lot of things. “You two need to talk it out, yell it out, fuck it out, something! Quit holding a damn grudge and just-“

“-What does who need to do?” Jake cut off his brother, joining in on the conversation and sliding onto the barstool next to you at the kitchen island.

“She’s been sitting here giving Danny the biggest fuck me eyes.” Josh said, not needing to elaborate much further to fill Jake in. Josh continued on, “I was trying to tell her they need to talk it out. The same thing we’ve all been saying…for what? I don’t even know? Countless years now!”

Jake looked over at you with a disappointed shake of his head, bringing his drink to his lips.

“Stop being stubborn and just do it. You can’t hate him forever. I mean, look at him-” he turned to peer over his shoulder briefly. “-he’s dressed up as the drummer from your favorite fucking band!”

“I’m well aware,” you snapped lightly at Jake, getting frustrated from the conversation and the incessant ache between your legs. “But I’m definitely not fucking him. That’s not gonna fix anything! Plus-“ you glared back in the direction of Danny. “-He’s even more cocky than normal tonight. Not cute.”

“What did I tell you about lying.” Josh squinted his eyes towards you, pointing an accusatory finger. “You think his cockiness is hot. Even if it’s just a little bit.”

“Fuck off,” your pleading groan only amused the twins even more.

“Just imagine it,” Jake started dramatically. “Danny fucking you, makeup smearing everywhere, those drummer arms manhandling you… You know you want iiiit.”

“Christ, Jake, you’re starting to make me wonder if she’s not the only one who’s got the fucking hots for Danny tonight,” Josh jested with a straight face.

You couldn’t help but to burst into laughter at Josh’s banter. Jake’s face contorting in distaste only making it even funnier.

“Josh?” Jake glared across the island at his twin.

“Hmm?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jake motioned towards you and back to himself. “This is about bug, not me.”

Your hand smacked over your face, “No! No. This is not about me. We’re changing the subject.”

Some say the universe has a sense of humor… To you, a sick sense of humor.

“Well, what do you know!” Josh smirked, taking note of the Kiss song that started blaring through the giant speakers in the living room.

“You know what they say in this song, don’t you, bug?” Jake didn’t wait for your answer. “‘The first step of the cure is… A KISS!”

“You two are so insufferable.” You glanced around, noticing that Sam was nowhere to be seen. Sliding off the barstool, you grabbed your drink off the counter. “I’m going to find Sam.”

“I think he’s upstairs rolling a blunt.” Jake nodded in the general direction of the stairs. Josh gave him a questioning look, opening his mouth to correct Jake on Sam’s whereabouts. Jake stopped him with a pointed look, hoping you didn’t notice the interaction.

Too lost in your own head, you didn’t. Much to Jake’s relief.

You waved them off and went on your way to hunt down Sammy.

Carefully, you worked your way through the sea of people in the living room and slipped up the stairs, B-lining it down the hallway towards Sam’s room.

Little did you know, their grand scheme was falling flawlessly in line.

Jake was already well underway of taking care of Danny.

“Hey, Danny.” Jake’s hand landed on Danny’s shoulder with a light smack. “I think Sam is looking for you.”

“Sam is? Really?” Danny turned around to face the younger twin. “Where is he?”

“I believe upstairs is where he is now,” Jake told him simply. “Said something about rolling a blunt and then coming back down to look for you again. Since I saw you first, I figured i’d just send you his way.”

“Okay, I’ll go find him.” Danny nodded, immediately disappearing into the crowd of people.

Jake snickered turning to make his way back to Josh, “They are way too fuckin’ easy.”

Danny was only moments behind you, just barely missing you as you continued your search for Sammy.

“Sam?” You called out his name as you entered his bedroom. Nothing.

You walked through his room and double checked the bathroom, only to see he was nowhere to be found.

The guest room was the only other place you knew that he might be so, you slipped off to check there too, just in case.

No sooner than you made it into the guest room to look, Danny was making his way down the hallway to Sam’s room. Going through the same process of checking throughout his room, just as you had done moments prier.

The guest room turned up empty, and you let out a confused, annoyed huff.

And to add to your inconvenience, as you were making your way out, Danny came sauntering through the door with quick strides.

You jumped and flung a hand over your chest, admittedly startled by his unexpected presence, “Fuck! You scared me.”

“I would say the same, but you’re not nearly as intimidating,” Danny snickered, the roll of his eyes even more noticeable from the dark makeup surrounding them. He was quick to keep you from making a snarky comment, “Have you seen Sam?”

“If I had, why would I tell you?” It was childish, but you didn’t really care. “I’m looking for him too.”

“God, why are you such a fucking child?” Danny’s head tipped back with a groan. “You’re always fucking-“

Just as Danny was about to bite back at you, the bedroom door slammed shut and cut him off abruptly, filling the room with a deafening silence.

Faint laughter could be heard from the other side, both of which you recognized. A look consisting of pure horror, mixed with realization and anger washed over your face.

You rushed over to the door, frantically trying to pry it open.

The first name you could think of screeched out of you,

“Jake!” Venom dripped from the loud call of his name as you slammed your hand against the door. “Open the fucking door or so help me god!”

“Nope!”

There he was, calling back to you from the other side. The smile was evident in his tone.

A second voice, belonging to Sam, added on, “See you two love birds in the morning!”

Danny came up behind you, just as angry as you were.

“Jacob! Sam! This isn’t funny at all!”

There wasn’t another sound to be heard from the other side of the door, besides the light thumping of music from downstairs.

“Fucking sneaky ass bastards,” Danny muttered, clearly fighting the urge to run his hands over his face. “This is just great.”

“How do you think I feel?” scoffing, you moved away from the door and over to the bed, plopping down on it with a heavy sigh. “You’re the last person I wanna be locked in a room with.”

“Likewise,” Danny shot back, sitting down on the floor in the corner of the room. Purposefully keeping distance between the two of you. “You’re insufferable.”

“What?” A noise of disbelief flew out of you. “I’m the insufferable one?”

“Yes, actually.” Danny’s arms crossed over his chest, mimicking that of a child being scolded. “Strutting around like you own everything.”

“Mmm, good one, Daniel,” you praised sarcastically. “What a lovely thing to say about a lady. Fitting, given your costume. You know, since Kiss was insanely disrespectful to women.”

The comment set something ablaze in Danny, causing him to suddenly scramble up from the floor.

A finger was pointed at you as he stepped closer, “Don’t ever compare me to them like that.”

“You are dressed like Peter Criss.” You gave him a once over, trying to contort your face into a look of disgust.

“They’re your favorite band!” he argued, crossing his arms across his chest. “Make that make sense.”

“I like their music, not them as people.” It was a true statement, to be fair. “There’s a big difference, Daniel.”

You mimicked his position; crossing your own arms over your own chest.

A smirk tugged at Danny’s painted black lips, “So you don’t think they were hot when they were younger?”

“Of course they were.” You tried to fight against the blush threatening to cover your cheeks. “That doesn’t make up for their lack of morals, though.”

Danny simply hummed, lingering for a moment like he was about to say something. You waited with bated breath, but got nothing. He turned back towards the corner and returned to his spot on the floor.

Almost two painfully quiet hours went by. Nothing but the soft vibration of music and the occasional buzz of one of your phones as you two scrolled mindlessly - actively avoiding each other.

Severe boredom was starting to set in, having switched back and forth between all of your social media, multiple times.

Chancing a glance at Danny, he was still sitting on the floor, phone in hand and scrolling through it lazily. Your eyes lingered on him for a moment, taking in the makeup covering his face. His hair, the white tank top that you had only kind of tried to ignore all night, the muscles in his arms, the two leather belts crossed over his chest.

“It’s rude to stare, ya know.” His eyes didn’t leave his phone screen.

You immediately tried to cover your ass, “I wasn’t-“

“Yeah, you were.” Danny finally looked up, eyes burning holes through your body. “Don’t even try that. You’re a horrible liar.”

“Not the first time i’ve heard that tonight,” you muttered, returning your eyes to your phone.

“Let me guess-“ Danny dropped his phone into his lap. “-Josh told you the same thing?”

You swore your eyes were going to pop out of your face. Embarrassment surging through your body.

“How the hell do you know that?”

“He told me.”

“But how? You’ve been locked in here with me.” Your face burned profusely.

“I know.” Danny clicked his tongue. “It’s been miserable.” He picked his phone back up from his lap, “But he texted me.”

“Oh. Fucking fantastic,” you groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“Mhm. Said something about how you tried to say you weren’t giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes earlier.” Danny’s tone was laced with amusement, staring down at the text message from Josh with a huff of a laugh.

Your stomach twisted into suffocating knots. “I wasn’t making eyes at you! How many times do I need to say that?!”

“Cute that you’re trying to deny it so hard.” Danny locked his phone and laid it down on the floor next to him. “Josh also told me you’d probably do that.”

“Josh can fuck off,” you uttered, trying desperately to keep your eyes on your phone.

Danny didn’t bother with a reply. Rather taking advantage of your eyes being glued to your phone, just like you had done with him. He languidly scanned over your body; taking in the tiny shorts you were wearing. The skin tight top with a leather vest draping over it. How your legs were crossed and the slight shaking of your hands as you held up your phone.

You could feel his eyes lighting you on fire, only fueling the heat between your legs that you didn’t want to admit was even there.

“It’s rude to stare, ya know?” You tossed his own words back in his face, finally pulling your phone away and tossing it down beside you.

“Just admiring the little groupie,” Danny snickered, making your cheeks heat up. “How convenient that you picked that as a costume.”

“Yeah, well… I didn’t have time to come up with anything else,” you shrugged.

Agonizing silence fell over the two of you yet again.

You stared up at the ceiling, trying to force your body to stop the nearly constant pulsing between your legs. All while trying not to glance down at Danny too often.

“It’s painfully fucking obvious,” Danny spoke up suddenly. “I hope you know that.”

You glanced down at him in utter confusion, “What’s obvious?”

“How turned on you are.”

You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, listening to your heart rate pound in your ears as you fixed your eyes back on the ceiling above you.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Danny chuckled cockily, eyeing you. “Is it me?”

“Your cockiness is showing, Daniel.” The words left your lips far less harsh than you wanted them to.

“Your stubbornness is showing,” Danny chided lightly. You knew something was about to snap between the two of you.

“I mean, are you really that oblivious? Or are you choosing to ignore it?”

“Ignore what?!” Sitting up straight on the bed, you shouted the words at him. “And you’re really gonna speak on being oblivious?”

Danny got up from the floor, flailing his hands exasperatedly into the air around him. “The god forsaken, suffocating, intoxicating fucking tension in this god damn room!”

“Of course I feel it!” you yelled back. “I’ve been feeling it all fucking night thanks to that- that costume!” your hands gestured to his body.

“Let’s fucking do something about it then!” Danny was inching closer. Dangerously close. “Or are you still mad that I didn’t fucking take you to prom all those years ago?”

There it was. The moment neither of you had ever talked about, but that had haunted you since the day it happened. Danny was the only guy you had ever had feelings for. He was still the only one to the day.

It made you even more angry that he knew it upset you, but hadn’t tried to fix it all this time.

“Oh, fuck you! That was forever ago!” you seethed, getting up from the bed to stand in front of him. “I’m over that!”

“Oh, That’s hilarious, bug!” the humorless laugh that floated out of him - paired with the nickname that you only let the Kiszka’s use - only fueled your anger even more. “You’re not over shit, clearly! Since you’ve made hating me your only personality trait ever since! Doesn’t that get exhausting?”

“Surprised you even noticed my change of heart!” you scoffed. The two of you were so close, you could feel each other’s breath hitting the other as you yelled back and forth obnoxiously. “Especially since you couldn’t even bother to notice my feelings before! Or you did and just didn’t give a fuck?! I can’t really tell anymore!”

“For fucks sake! What do you want me to do?!” Danny practically screamed, volume getting slightly out of hand. Neither of you cared. “Do you want me to write my apology across the fucking sky with an airplane?! Use the paint off my face to write it across these white ass walls?! What. Do. You want?!”

The words were flying out of you before you could stop them…

“God damnit, Danny! Maybe I just want you to fuck me!”

Your chest heaved almost in perfect timing with his. Intense silence fell over the two of you as you both stood there drowning in the thick, lust and anger filled air in the room.

As his last bit of composure snapped inside him, he rushed through the last little bit of space remaining between the two of you and forcefully yanked your body into his.

Your lips crashed together in an hungry kiss - teeth clashing together, gasps and frustrated groans leaving both of you. It was suffocating both of you, but neither of you wanted to stop.

“That… can be arranged…” Danny rasped out through his labored breathing, only pulling away long enough to get the words out.

Your lips reconnected again. The paint on his face was surely smearing all over your lips and chin, but you couldn’t be bothered to even give it a moment of thought. His hands held onto either side of your neck, pulling you as close as he could get you.

Haphazardly, Danny backed you up towards the bed. His hands slid down from your neck to find the front of your vest, shoving it off of your shoulders without even breaking the kiss.

When he did finally brake away, he shoved you down onto the bed roughly.

“Since we hate each other so much-“ Danny crawled over top of you. “-I’m gonna fuck you like it. It’s only fair, don’t you think, princess?”

“Seems fitting,” you rushed out, trying to pull him back to you. “You have a lot of making up to do before anything other than hate-fucking is an option.”

“Please,” Danny’s hand wrapped itself around your throat. “After this, it’s all you’re gonna want anyway.”

His other hand slipped beneath your shirt, exploring around - the feeling of your lace bra making him shudder.

Both of his hands joined together at the hem of your shirt, eagerly tugging on it, “I want this off.”

You leaned up from the pillows, hands fumbling around with his in your clumsy attempt at getting your shirt off.

Annoyed and desperate, you shoved his hands away, “Just let me fucking do it.”

Your shirt was discarded somewhere on the floor, hitting the hardwood with a soft thump.

The black lace bra that was finally on full display had Danny’s eyes growing even darker. His hands ran across the cups, the dainty design softly scraping the skin of his calloused palms.

“Such a sexy little groupie,” he smirked, dipping down to attach his lips to your collarbone. Slowly, he worked his way down until he reached the edge of your bra - leaving a path of black kiss marks as he went.

“Don’t call me a groupie,” you huffed, arching your chest up into Danny’s mouth.

“She says as she’s dressed like one,” Danny snickered, tugging the cup of your bra down just enough to reveal your hardened nipple to him.

His mouth wrapped around it, tongue flicking over it teasingly.

With a whimper, you pushed yourself up and reached around for the clasp to undo it, “Need this shit off.”

“Are you gonna let me take anything off, or would you rather just get up and strip for me?” Danny rolled his eyes, taking the straps of your bra in his fingers and tugging it off himself.

Before you could even process that he’d pulled it off and tossed it to the floor, Danny was shoving you back down against the bed. His mouth wrapped around your left nipple, his fingers pinching and teasing the other.

“Fuck, Danny!” You sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, arching your body into Danny’s.

A low hum tumbled through his chest as his tongue flicked over your nipple. After another moment or two of paying it merciless attention, he switched to the other side and gave your other nipple the same attention.

Your hands, exploring around his toned arms and underneath his shirt, traveled down to his pants. You fumbled around with the button, all while he was pulling whimper after whimper out of you. Once you got it undone, you pushed at the material in attempts to start getting them off.

“Eager much?” Danny mumbled against your skin before fully breaking away to take his pants the rest of the way off.

“You take too long,” you said, working at the button of your shorts.

Danny snatched both of your wrists, all but crushing them in his hands. “Leave me something to take off, or so help me god. I’ll only slide these shorts down just barely enough to fuck you in them.”

With a frustrated exhale of a breath, you yanked your hands out of his grip and dropped them down to your sides.

“That’s much better,” Danny smirked and trailed his fingertips just above your shorts. “Now… You want these off?”

You looked at him with an incredulous expression, “What do you think?? Yes, I want them off you asshole.”

Danny laughed darkly, leaning down to kiss a line across where his fingers had just traced. “Say please.”

You let out a humorless laugh, “You’re joking.”

The glare Danny shot you was evil. His dark eyes burning into yours, silently threatening you.

“Please…” you forced out through gritted teeth.

Danny’s fingers slowly worked at the button and zipper as he continued to taunt you, “Say it like you mean it, baby girl.”

“Please, Danny,” you repeated, only a little sweeter. “Take them off.”

“Aww, so she can be sweet.” There he went again, talking as if you weren’t even there.

His hands hooked themselves into your shorts, pulling them and your panties down together in one strong tug.

They, too, were tossed away somewhere - his own eagerness and hunger completely taking over him as he caught the slightest glimmer of wetness between your folds.

“Fuck,” Danny sighed. He pushed your legs apart, hands running up and down your thighs while he drank you in. “What got you so wet, princess? Huh?”

“I’m not boosting your ego like that,” you scoffed. “Nice try, though.”

“You’re dripping onto these sheets right in front of me,” Danny cocked an eyebrow. “You think that’s not already an ego boost?”

“Danny, just shut the fuck up and do som-“

Danny’s hand came down hard against your center, the sound of the smack bouncing from wall to wall around the small room.

“You run your mouth way too much,” Danny said, watching your face twist up in a mix of pain and pleasure. His fingers found your clit and lightly circled over it, drawing a genuine moan from you.

“Awe, you like that, princess?” Danny asked lowly, tone lending a taunting edge.

“Oh, fuck, Danny.” Your hand shot down to grab onto his wrist, trying to add more pressure.

“I’ll have two apologies to give after I’m done with you…” Danny mused, fingers abandoning your clit and gently grazing through your folds. “One for her… and one for you.”

A loud moan was ripped out of you as Danny’s hand came down with another harsh smack over your pussy.

“Fuck! Danny, fuck-“ you cursed, your grip on his wrist doing absolutely nothing.

Danny leaned over you, lips brushing over your ear, causing your body to break out with goosebumps.

“That’s for talking to me like a little fucking brat,” Danny spat, delivering one last slap to your aching pussy.

“Fuck you!” you gasped, eyes briefly squeezing shut. Even though you loved it, you were gonna act like you didn’t. “What was that one for?!”

“Because your face looks pretty when I do it.” A fourth slap followed his answer. “You sound so pretty too. So pathetic.”

“I can’t stand you,” you grumbled halfheartedly. A statement that was becoming less and less true, but you were going to milk the situation for what it was worth.

“You don’t mean that,” Danny grinned, hooking his thumbs in his boxers, shoving them down and off his legs.

Avoiding having to respond to his comment, you wrapped your hands around the belts still crossed over his chest.

“You want them off?” Danny asked.

You tugged him to you, shaking your head no. Your lips met in another hungry and urgent kiss, little noises and gasps being released from one mouth and into the other.

Breaking away from the kiss for air, you gave the belts another tug, “No. I want them on…” you breathed. “Something to hold on to… if I need it.”

“What?” Danny eyed you with a smug expression. He pushed your legs farther apart, teasing himself through your folds. “Afraid you won’t be able handle it?”

The scoff that emitted from you sounded almost forced, like he had called you out and you were making a lousy attempt at covering your ass. Danny wasn’t buying it, even a little bit.

“Poor girl,” he smirked, eyes fixed on where your bodies were seconds away from being joined. “If you don’t wanna get fucked like a brat-“ he pushed into you with one smooth and deep thrust. “-don’t be one.”

Your jaw fell slack at the feeling of Danny filling you up. Though it wasn’t exactly the circumstances you had hoped for, you didn’t really care anymore. You had always imagined your first time with Danny to be sweet and soft. Lots of sweet foreplay and giving each other everything. But, being that you were seconds away from being fucked senseless, covered in black and white face paint and hickeys, you were happy it wasn’t happening that way.

You needed him and you couldn’t wait a minute longer.

“God damn it,” Danny muttered, sucking in a hiss of a breath through his teeth as he started to move. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Harder, Danny, please,” you begged, feeling his cock brush against places inside you that were previously untouched.

Danny placed his forearm down beside your head, supporting his weight. His other hand found yours and laced his fingers with it, pushing it up above your head to add to his leverage over you.

He shoved himself even deeper into you with a sharp and precisely angled thrust of his hips.

The noises that erupted from you was so unexpectedly loud and high pitched. Embarrassment might have made an appearance, had you been thinking of anything other than Danny’s cock filling you up.

“I think I prefer you moaning over talking.” Danny teased, finally picking up a much quicker and deliberate pace.

Your hand squeezed around his tightly as you moaned loudly again, each thrust of his hips knocking the air from your lungs.

“Yeah, you like that?” Danny bit at the skin of your jaw and neck. “You like when I talk to you like that?”

Whines and moans continued to flow from your payed lips. The places Danny was managing to hit inside you were more than enough to make your brain temporarily short circuit.

“Fuck, Danny, i-“ you sputtered.

“Not so feisty now, are you, princess?” Danny taunted, readjusting his position above you.

He hooked both your legs in his arms, pushing them back until his hands met with the mattress on either side of you.

The new position provided him a whole new angle, his cock reaching even deeper inside you as his thrust grew more relentless and rough.

You looked up at him with lust-drunk eyes, barely forcing them to stay open. Your mouth hung open, airy whines and loud moans tear their way out from deep within you.

“Oh my fucking god, Danny,” you whined, slipping your hands beneath his white tank top to claw at the backs of his shoulders. “It’s- you’re so-“

“Come on,” Danny encouraged teasingly. “Spit it out, baby girl. Use all those words I know you have.”

You clenched around him, head pushing back into the pillows as your arched your body into him. All you could offer him were more moans of intense pleasure.

“Look at you,” Danny cooed, still holding onto that taunting tone. He kissed along your collarbones before adding on, “Sweet little thing is speechless.”

Letting go of your legs, he pulled out of you, laughing lowly at the cry that left you from the sudden empty feeling.

Danny grabbed onto you, flipping you over like you weighed absolutely nothing. He pulled you up onto your knees, the rest of your weight falling to your forearms. As soon as he pushed himself back in, your whole body falter and shook.

“Have a fucked you out already?” Danny’s hands gripped at your hips, keeping you up. “I was- fuck- I was right,” he rasped out. “You can’t take it.”

“I can, I can,” you insisted through your moans. “Fuck, you just- it feels so good, Danny!”

A smile tugged at his lips that he was glad you couldn’t see. He could do this forever and it was finally setting in that, that’s exactly what he was planning to do. So long as you decided to forgive him after it was all said and done…

That tightening in the pit of your stomach started to become more prominent, rapidly growing tighter and tighter as Danny’s hips snapped loudly into yours.

A guttural noise sounded from him as you squeezed around him, alerting him that you were getting closer.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” Danny asked, cursing to himself as he worked to put just a little more power behind each of his thrusts.

“Yes,” you croaked out, barely audible with your face buried into the pillows to help hide your louder moans.

“Stop,” Danny’s voice rang out, firm and demanding. He reached forward, tangling his fingers into your hair, pulling you up from the mattress and against the front of his body.

“Don’t hide. Let everyone downstairs hear how good I’m fucking you,” Danny said lowly right into your ear.

His other arm wrapped around the front of your body, hand traveling down to your core to rub two of his fingers over your clit in rapid circles.

The pleasure surging through you was debilitating; the only thing keeping you upright anymore being Danny’s strong grip.

“Danny, I- It’s so much, I can’t-“ You choked out, both of your hands clinging to his forearm just like before, in attempts to somehow slow him down.

“Shut up and take it. I got you,” Danny used his grip still in your hair to tug your head back, giving his lips access to the side of your neck.

“I can do this all night,” Danny mumbled against your skin. “I’m not gonna cum without you.”

With a harsh bite into the conjunction of your neck and shoulder, paired with a little more pressure from his fingers, a pornographic sound exploded out of you. It almost didn’t sound like you. There was no doubt that everyone still partying away downstairs heard it.

“Fuck, there you go,” Danny continued his assault on your neck, working you through your orgasm. “Cum for me, baby. Let me have it all.”

His own high followed just moments after yours. The most beautiful sounds you had ever heard from him, being sent almost directly into your ear.

“Fuck… fuck,” Danny cursed, his thrust growing sloppier and grip loosening around you. “God damn…”

Carefully, Danny let you both fall forward onto the bed. You both fought to catch your breath, still clinging to each other like you wouldn’t be able to stay tethered to earth without the touches of one another.

The two of you just laid in comfortable silence for a few minutes, until your heart rates and breathing slowed enough to get words out.

Danny was the first to fill the silence.

“I’m sorry, bug.”

Your heart suddenly started to pound again out of giddiness.

You turned over in his arms to face him, “For what?”

“For pushing you to the side all this time...” Danny’s eyes were much softer. “For being too afraid of my own feelings for you to do anything about it.”

“I suppose I can forgive you,” you smiled. “But… could you apologize again when your face isn’t covered in makeup, Peter Criss?”

“Oh, shut up!” Danny playfully shoved you off, rolling his eyes at you halfheartedly. “You’re right, though…” Danny sat up, eyes scanning over your body and the smudges of makeup covering nearly every inch. “We’ve-“ his voice broke with a laugh. “We’ve definitely made a little mess.”

“You made the mess,” you smirked at him, shakily trying to pull yourself up from the bed.

“Yeah, okay. Whatever,” Danny chuckled.

After watching you struggle to stand up, he came around to your side of the bed and picked you up in his arms bridal style.

“Sure looks like you can handle it, alright.” Danny shook his head as he carried you to the bathroom.

Your hand smacked at his chest, cheeks burning as a crimson blush adorned them. “Oh, fuck off…”

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Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you started to shift around - the strong arms around you, preventing you from doing so.

You glanced around the room, noticing the door was slightly cracked open now.

Those fuckers. You thought to yourself.

They must have come to unlock or unblock the door at some point after you and Danny had fallen asleep. You were very thankful for the blankets covering both of your naked bodies; neither of you having wanted to put your costumes back on after showering.

Your eyes flicked over to look at Danny. He was beautiful when he slept. The peacefulness of his breathing and the way his defined and sharp features suddenly looked so soft.

Suddenly, one of his eyes popped open and a wide, lazy grin stretched out his perfect lips.

“Staring again, huh?” he mumbled sleepily.

“Admiring,” you corrected, smiling back at him.

“‘Admiring’,” he parroted, pulling you closer to his body.

“Danny, shouldn’t we get up soon?” You questioned, despite not wanting to move in the slightest.

“Absolutely not.” Danny had shut his eyes again.

Faint chatter coming from downstairs, of what you could only assume to be at least two Kiszka’s already awake, floated through your ears.

Danny hummed in acknowledgment to their loud voices. He mocked in a higher voice, sounding much like Sam, “Not ready to hear ‘I told you so’.”

“They were right, though,” you sighed, snuggling your face into his chest. “For once, I’m glad they were.”

“At least they wouldn’t have had to lock us in here if you weren’t so stubborn,” Danny giggled, full on laughing when you pulled back to look at his face.

“I will get up and leave you here.” It was a fully empty threat.

Danny cocked an eyebrow at you, challenging you, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded once.

“Go ahead, get up then.” Danny let go of you, clearly scheming by the playful sparkle in his eye.

Your eyes narrowed at him, but you moved to get up anyway, just to see how far he would let you get.

And it certainly wasn’t far.

You barely had the blankets thrown off and one leg dangling off the edge of the bed, before Danny was snatching you by the waist and yanking you back into his body.

“Danny!” you squealed, positively letting the whole house know that you two were awake.

“I’m not letting you go that easily, silly girl,” Danny said lowly into your ear, playfully biting at your earlobe. “You’re mine now.”

“Do you think we could convince them to lock the door back?” You asked softly, brushing your lips against his.

No sooner than the question was emitted into the space between you and Danny was opening his mouth to answer, Sam’s voice boomed from the hallway.

“Absolutely not, you fuckin’ love birds!”

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[azri-e-l]

My thoughts on Teen Wolf season 3

Ok now that I look at it I'm consuming Teen Wolf seasons hella fast

Idk if that's good or not...

Anyway spoiler alert 🚨

Ok so I love how all the family relationships progressed u know Stiles and his dad, Scott and his mom and Allison and her dad (especially this relationship) because it was so nice to see all the parents helping them since now they also know about the supernatural and that meant that now they could do things that were a big no before

Next thing the first half I was so frustrated with Kali because girl put on some DAMN SHOES!

Like yeah it was nice seeing different kinds of werewolf fighting styles but for this one why did she have to be bare foot all the time?

Another thing I hated how they killed off Boyd and Erica

I liked them...

Anyway moving on, I kinda knew from the beginning that there was something off with the teacher who turned out to be the one doing all the killings yeah...

Plus the whole thing with the alpha pack it was kinda cool but at same time kinda weird idk but I guess we got the twins out of it?

I liked the relationships, u know the twins and Lydia and Danny it was nice, it was cute

Oh yeah I enjoyed Peter's interactions with others and his attitude altogether I know he is a bad guy but an enjoyable one to watch hehe

Ok and I still don't like Scott bite me if u want on this one but he really isn't that much of a great friend even if he had some moments

Poor Stiles yeah, the whole season he was used, hurt, manipulateted and mentally tortured and he still cared about others and their feelings (I believe he had it worse than Lydia and Jackson)

But it was interesting seeing Stiles be the bad guy since he is the fun character

Oh yeah and I pray for mr Argent because he just lost his whole family or more likely his remaining family, u know his whole world crumbling down even if he says that it's ok (I know that the aunt returned at the end but I don't like her...)

And the death of Allison and one of the twins yeah that wasn't nice I liked them both

Ooh yeah I liked how Derek tried to help and cared for Stiles

I guess this is everything yeah

Thanks for reading!

[agentianlegend]

Fire with Fire Ch. 13: FAHM

A DP x MCU Spider-Man Crossover

AO3 | FFn

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"Well," Betty began, "I guess I'd better get used to wild stories if I'm going to have a future in journalism."

"You wanna become a reporter?" Danny asked.

Betty held up her phone and notepad. "What, you thought I just did this stuff for extra credits?"

"I dunno…maybe?"

She shook her head dismissively. "People are so interesting, Danny. What they show the world, what the world sees on accident, what's really going on inside their heads… It's such a complicated, tangled web that I just can't help but pluck at." The blonde turned her head to look straight into her date's eyes. "Like you."

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Peter took a sip of his drink while Danny prepared portions for himself and Betty. He noticed when Danny stilled slightly at the site of a bucket of ice next to the neighboring drink options. "So how much longer are you gonna pretend you're not gonna be a superhero?" Peter prodded.

"Ssh!" Danny angrily hushed, checking for anyone nearby. "It's never gonna happen."

"C'mon Danny, you've got a gift." Peter shifted to a more playful smile. "Plus, I bet you'd beat Phantom in the hometown hero popularity vote pretty easily."

Danny glared.

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Flames ballooned over the boy. The force of their rapid expansion blew out the surrounding windows next to where the laser had entered, further metastasizing the fire. A chandelier swung wildly in the air displacement until it snapped free of its mount and crashed to the floor. Now the entire ballroom had been engulfed once more, the lovingly crafted goods reduced to indiscriminate fuel as dislodged ceiling tiles rained down around them.

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Well, y'all, we're finally back in business! It's been a heck of a year, but I am so stoked to publish chapter 13 of this fic. It was never officially on hiatus; I've just been Going Through ItTM nonstop for months. A HUGE shoutout to my fandom friends who helped make this possible through editorial and/or moral support, including @ghostiemouse, @weshney, @the-outcast-ed, @summerssixecho, @arken-99, @tytach, and more. I love and appreciate you all ❤️❤️❤️

Enjoy the fic! I can't wait to hear what you all think!

(Heads up @platoniclace the update's finally out!)

[thehollowprince]

I've been on a bit of a Star Trek kick lately, and I've come up with a crew for a Federation ship using Teen Wolf characters and what species I would have them be.

Scott McCall - captain - Kwejian

Derek Hale - first officer - Romulan

Allison Argeant - security chief - human

Stiles Stilinski - chief engineer - human

Lydia Martin - science officer - Ocampa

Danny Mahealani - ops officer - human

Vernon Boyd - comms officer - Xahean

Isaac Lahey - tactical officer - Bajoran

Kira Yukimura - navigator - Trill

Malia Tate - helm officer - Romulan

Alan Deaton - chief medical officer - El-Aurian

Matin Morrell - counselor - El-Aurian

I have no idea what kind of story I'd write for this, but I had fun coming up with what position each character would have on a Federation ship and what species to make certain members (everyone who was a shapeshifter on TW was automatically an alien).

The easiest to assign were Deaton and Morrell, including them being El-Aurian like Guinan. An Immortal race of "listeners"? Sounds like those two.

Scott I struggled with until I remembered the character of Book from Discovery and the Kwejian, who have empathic abilities, which fed right into Scott's compassion. Of course, since I made him Kwejian, this would have to take place in the 32nd century or later - I'm thinking a century after Discovery.

Lydia I made an Ocampa from Voyager, because of their untapped psychic abilities, but because I'm placing this at a later century, I'm saying they've evolved psst the 9 year life span.

Isaac I went with Bajoran because of Kira Nerys and her more upfront approach on Deep Space 9, and it just made me think of him. Plus, picture Isaac with the Bajoran earring.

I chose for Derek to be a Romulan because of how secretive the Hale family was, relying on sabotage and subterfuge. I'm actually picturing that Peter was the original captain of the ship before he was overthrown in a mutiny because of his "un-Federation like conduct" with Derek as acting captain until he stepped down, realizing he wasn't leadership material, thus mirroring how on TW he usurped Peter as Alpha before giving it up and Scott sort of rising in his place.

I also think it would be cool to have Scott and Derek on the bridge in their red shirts to match their Alpha eyes.

Same with Malia, since she's technically a Hale, I made her a Romulan, specifically a former adept of the Qowat Milat, thus explaining her upfront and blunt demeanor. Though she never actually became a full sister of the Order, and instead joined Star Fleet.

I originally had Kira in mind to be a nun for the Qowat Milat, because of her sword skills, but then I thought a little more about it and made her a Trill, specifically a host for a symbiot. So, in one of her symbiot's other lives, it was trained by the Qowat Milat, thus giving a credible excuse for her martial prowess.

And Boyd... Boyd was the hardest for me. I wanted to include him because of how dirty his character was done on Teen Wolf, but because his character was hardly used, I didn't have much to base this on. In the end, I went with Xahean, because they're an obscure and barely used species from Discovery and then Picard, who have fangs and claws (similar to his werewolf form on TW) and the ability to turn partially invisible.

As for the humans, given how StarFleet is mostly human, I left them the way they were and just used their attributes from the show to influence their positions on the ship. Allison wanting to protect those who can't protect themselves? Security. Stiles being able to hold his jeep together with duct tape? Engineering. Danny, the hacker? Operations.

Like I said above, I still have no idea what story I would write with this, but I had fun getting here.

[folklore-barnes]

shows that were cancelled

(but were pretty good and should've gotten more seasons)

the society (2019)

synopsis:

a group of teenagers go on a school trip, but are forced to return to their town because of a storm; only to realize that everyone on the town has vanished. the series shows them trying to understand what happened and finding ways to survive on their own.

genre: mystery, teen drama

starring: kathryn newton, gideon adlon, sean berdy, natasha liu bordizzo, jacques colimon, olivia dejonge, alex fitzalan, kristine froseth

platform: netflix

thoughts:

i was so surprised when this show got cancelled. it didn't really have the biggest audience but a little before it got cancelled (if i'm not wrong), its popularity grew. and before it got cancelled, it was already renewed for a s2 but because of covid affecting production (idk how), they had to cancel, and of course i was very pissed bc it's a really good show. it was interesting because you legitimately had no idea why they disappear, you can only assume.

fate: the winx saga (2021-2022)

synopsis:

after causing a fire in her family home, bloom peters is invited to attend alfea college for fairies to work on her skills and learn how to control her magic.

genre: teen drama, supernatural, fantasy

starring: abbey cowen, hannah van der westhuysen, precious mustapha, eliot salt, elisha applebaum, danny griffin, sadie soverall

platform: netflix

thoughts:

i love this show so much, i am still very upset that they cancelled it. i understand that at first it got a lot of backlash because they replaced flora with terra and musa was white instead of asian. and people hated the fashion as well. i get all of that. but i also feel like the writers really learned to listen to people more as the show went on because s2 was such a big difference compared to the first one, and that's why the audience grew because the fashion was better, the plot was better, all around it was much better. so i was really looking forward to see how the writers would make the show better than it was, and it surprised me when it got cancelled bc it was pretty popular and it had a lot of potential. i miss the cast so much, and i really wish we could've seen more of them.

grease: rise of the pink ladies (2023)

synopsis:

it's four years before the events of grease and follows the lives of the founding members of the pink ladies. they are four outcasts who decide that they don't want to live up to the expectations of everyone else.

genre: musical, romantic drama

starring: marisa davila, cheyenne isabel wells, ari notartomaso, tricia fukuhara, shanel bailey

platform: paramount+ (they removed it, so you'd have to look for it on the web)

thoughts:

i fear paramount is not seeing the pearly gates for cancelling this show. it was absolute amazing, the chemistry between the main girls and the t birds. the cliffhanger, the music, the plot, the inclusion, it was all wonderful. what pisses me off the most about this cancellation is that they did it a few weeks after the last episode aired, like literally not even a month after. and it sucks because it's been shown time and time again that some shows need time to grow in order to reach more people. an example of this is on my block. barely anyone watched on my block s1, but by the time on my block s2 was released more people were watching, and the same thing happened with each season. same thing happened with fate: the winx saga. so i don't really understand why they didn't give it a chance. plus a lot of these actors are young and this was one of their first acting experiences on tv and they did absolutely amazing. i totally recommend it if you're into musicals.

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Anime / Manga I love: 

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, Soul Eater, Kill la Kill, Death Note, Panty & stocking with Garterbelt, Digimon Adventure, Digimon Tamers, Digimon Frontier, Digimon Savers, Digimon Ghost Game, Future Diary, Deadman Wonderland, Shiki, Familiar of Zero, Re: Zero, Overlord, Rising of the Shield Hero, Mushoku Tensei, Akame Ga Kill, Chained Soldier, Blood+, Madoka Magica, Rosario + Vampire, Monster Musume, Is this a Zombie?, Nyaruko-san, MM!, Little Witch Academia, Magical Witch Punie-chan, Queen’s Blade, Senran Kagura, Valkyrie Drive, Franken Fran, Tomie, Uzumaki, Junji Ito Manga, Promised Neverland, Parasyte, Sankarea, Princess Resurrection, Plus-sized Elf, 12 Beast, Creature Girls, Interspecies Reviewers, Elder Sister-like One, Love in Hell, Prison School, Domina no Do!, Don’t Toy with Me Miss Nagatoro, Freezing, Machimaho, World’s End Harem, Sin: Seven Mortal Sins, Qwaser of Stigmata, High school DxD, Heaven’s Lost Property, Date a Live, Zombie Land Saga, Gushing Over Magical Girls, Mitsudome, Yondemasu Yo! Azazel-san, Redo of Healer, Vandread, Monster Girl Doctor, Kandagawa Jet Girls, Keijo!!!!!!!!, Konosuba, Cautious Hero, Full Dive, Uncle from Another World, Akiba Maid War, Bludgeoning Angel Dokuro-chan, Asobi Asobase, Darling in the FRANXX, Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, Manyu Hikenchou!, Dropkick on My Devil, Dorohedoro, Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun, Astarotte’s Toy, Kodomo no Jikan, Fire Force, FLCL, Space Dandy, Hoozuki no Reitetsu, Detroit Metal City, Higurashi: When They Cry, Elfen Lied, Hell Girl, Rozen Maiden, Magical Pokkan, My Life as Inukai-san’s Dog, Peter Grill & the Philosopher’s Time, Maken-Ki, Kanokon, Moetan, Uzamaid, Happy Sugar Life, Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle, Miss Caretaker of Sunohara-sou, Gleipnir, BNA, SSSS. Gridman, Chainsaw Man, Fairy Tail, Papillon Rose, Paradise of Innocence, Berserk, Monster Wrestling: Interspecies Combat Girls, Welcome to Succubus High, Boy Soprano, Mai-chan’s Daily Life, Koro Koro Soushi, Shiragasane

Cartoons I love: 

Invader Zim, Avatar, Legend of Korra, Venture Bros, Metalocalypse, Rick & Morty, South Park, Futurama, the Simpsons, Harley Quinn, Teen Titans, Young Justice, Batman: the Animated Series, Batman Beyond, The Batman, Green Lantern, X-Men: Evolution, X-Men the Animated Series, Spectacular Spider-Man, Spider-Man: the Animated Series, Courage the Cowardly Dog, The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy, Evil con Carne, Xiaolin Showdown, PowerPuff Girls, AAAHH!!! Real Monsters, Kablam!, Action League Now, Ed Edd n Eddy, Codename: Kids Next Door, Angry Beavers, Fairly OddParents, Danny Phantom, Gravity Falls, Ren & Stimpy, Jimmy Neutron, Beetlejuice  

Live Action Shows I love:

Doctor Who, Torchwood, Sarah Jane Adventures, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, X-Files, The Lone Gunmen, Reaper, Are You Afraid of the Dark?, Star Trek: the Next Generation, Dexter, Gotham, Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Wednesday, Legion, The Gifted, Jessica Jones, Runaways

Movies (and movie series) I love:

Nightmare Before Christmas, Beetlejuice, Mars Attacks!, Sleepy Hollow, Sweeny Todd, Corpse Bride, Edward Scissorhands, Frankenweenie, Coraline, Paranorman, Alien, Hellraiser, Nightbreed, The Thing, In the Mouth of Madness, Prince of Darkness, They Live, The Fly, Videodrome, The Brood, Dagon, From Beyond, Re-Animator, Call of Cthulhu, The Whisperer in Darkness,  Necronomicon, The Resurrected, The Void, The Mist, Event Horizon, Pandorum, Dark City, The Faculty, Trick r Treat, Cabin in the Woods, Return of the Living Dead, Army of Darkness, Marebito, Audition, Vampire Girl vs Frankenstein Girl, Vampire Hunter D, 12 Monkeys, Brazil, Monty Python & the Holy Grail, Life of Brian, Pirates of the Caribbean, Men in Black, Galaxy Quest, Addams Family, Batman, Batman Returns, Dark Knight Trilogy, The Suicide Squad, Wonder Woman, Joker, X-Men, Deadpool, Spider-Man, Guardians of the Galaxy, Thor: Ragnarok

Comic Books I love:

Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Squee!, I Feel Sick, Filler Bunny, Lenore the Cute Little Dead Girl, Serenity Rose, Nightmares & Fairy Tales, Courtney Crumrin, Vampire Cheerleaders, Princess Lucinda, Witch Girls Adventures, Cthulhu Tales, Fall of Cthulhu,  Hack / Slash, Bomb Queen, X-Men, New Mutants, Excalibur, X-Statix, X-Force, Deadpool, She-Hulk, Spider-Man, Venom, Batman, Batgirl, Catwoman, Harley Quinn, Birds of Prey, Secret Six, Suicide Squad, Teen Titans, Outsiders, Wonder Woman, Calvin & Hobbes, Pearls Before Swine, The Far Side

 Books I love:

Monster Girl Encyclopedia, Cthulhu Mythos, Books by H.P. Lovecraft, The Hellbound Heart, Cabal, Mr. B. Gone, Books by Clive Barker, The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, D&D Novels, Greyhawk Novels, Forgotten Realms Novels, War of the Spider Queen, Magic the Gathering Novels, Warhammer 40k novels, Horus Heresy: Primarchs, Goosebumps

Book series I wanna read someday soon:

Horus Heresy (main series), Legend of Drizzt (Have only read comic adaptation)

Tabletop Games I love:

Dungeons & Dragons, Pathfinder, Call of Cthulhu, Warhammer 40k, Magic the Gathering, Weiss Schwarz, Digimon, Pokemon

Video Games I love: 

Senran Kagura, Digimon Cyber Sleuth, Digimon World 2, Pokemon, Disgaea, Skullgirls, Soul Calibur, Injustice, Marvel vs. Capcom, Darkstalkers, Blaz Blue, Guilty Gear, Baldur’s Gate 3, Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous, Warhammer: Rogue Trader, Batman: Arkham Asylum, Bioshock 2, Nightmare Ned, Goosebumps: Escape from Horrorland, Gal Gun, Femdom University, Breeders of the Nephelym, Monster Girl Island, Escalation, Dominatrix Simulator

Video Games I like the lore / setting / characters of, but still need to play / havent played much:

Dark Souls, Bloodborne, Elden Ring, Resident Evil, Nier Automata, Valkyrie Drive, Kandagawa Jet Girls, Pathfinder: Kingmaker, Digimon Survive, the rest of the Digimon World Games, a bunch of other Warhammer games.

Favorite Bands / Musical Artists:

Dethklok, Galaktikon, Lordi, Disturbed, Slipknot, Sorrowseed, Sinergy, Blackthorn, Creature Feature, Rufus Rex, Nightwish, Power Wolf, Patron Saint of Plagues, Tridevil, Voltaire, Stephen Lynch, Weird Al Yankovic, Gygax, String Storm, Abominable Intelligence, AmaLee, Ali Project, Necronomidol, BabyMetal, Myth & Roid, Yousei Teikoku, TeddyLoid, Kevin Manthei, Danny Elfman, Yasuharu Takanashi

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What's Asha's thoughts on alchemy since its a mix of science and magical components/ingredients?

Did Ceph vist other countries/kingdoms when he was shooed away by a hated-by-birds prince? After all he knows what a giraffe and vulture are.

And Ceph gives me a similar vibe to him with a mix of peter pan

Jack frost

Danny Phantom

And Howl

(PS. Is Cephs hair dyeable?)

Asha dislikes alchemy- she thinks it’s science but poorly credited. she tolerates it more than astrology though so she can….live with it for the most part.

Nah Ceph never want that far when they were separated! After all he watched Asha board the boat and followed her from there.

He knows what giraffes/vultures are because some of the planets he visits/reside have on animals. Plus I think the cerulean and gold court kept extensive records of earth creatures!

Ceph’s hair is dyeable but he’s usually not gonna dye it- he can just change it with a simple thought to save money/time.

((Ceph’s inspos is gonna be very funny nearing the end of the story if I’m being honest. I think he has the most in common with howl who sorta reminds me of Peter Pan (book howl that is) ))