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adkawariatka · 6 months ago

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Hi, it turns out that fanfiction is really addictive and I still cant move past any recomendations without checking it out. So I have another idea for a dcxdp crossover….

Danny is living on Gotham streets for 4 months. Its perfect hiding place becouse of its aura. Many tradic deaths and general danger on every corner creats ideal barier for all sorts of ghost hunting equipment. Danny wos relucant about Gotham at first but after few failed attempts at finding hiding space, he decided that to hell with that and he will at least try. And thank the ancients that he did because its perfect. No one pays him any attention there is too much homless out there. Even if most kids are staying at Crime Alley seeking Red hood protection. thats one of the reasons why he hestitated at coming to ghotam: vigilinates. They are dangerous, becouse of partnership with goverment…. Who according to Anti-Ecto laws considers him non-sentient and in need of contamination or more often elimination. So yes Danny wos relucant but it turned out fine….. for now. No ghost or human gosthunter found him yet so he counts it as a success. Any other city, forest, mountains or everything else he tried didn’t last longer that a month. He might not be proud of his surviving technics like stealing, laying and dumpster diving but its not like he has a choice…. He is too much alive to be accepted in to infinite relams for good which is dumb if you ask Danny becouse he is at the same time its Crown Prince. But maybe Danny is just too naive or something. He does not care. On the other hand he is too dead to be accepted by humans so he kind of floats in between never to fit properly anywhere. He is surviving, and for about a year he wos completly alone until that one day…

Danny wos sitting on the bench in his favourite park close to lovely Café that had really beatifull cupcakes with blue whipped cream. He liked to pretend that he is a customer there and just waits for his order….that wos never placed…. Well who is he kidding he is just creepy homless kid that stares at people eating sweets from across the street. Pretty pathetic IF you ask Danny but he prefers not to dwell on his mental health thank you very much. So he is staring when a group of kids takes one of the outside tables. And like a serious creep listens in to their conversation. Well its not like he can swich off his super hearing.

The boys are talking about some homework from school. Danny assumes they are classmates becouse of their maching clothes. When to their table comes another one with darker skin and black hairs. The occupants share meanigfull glances and let the newcommer sit. Danny knows that look. It does not indicates anything good. Its the expression that Dash would make whenever he wos about to do something awful to him. Then the guy with blonde hair says

- Damian why don’ t you eat with us?

And then procedes to push the plate with cookies closer to the boy

- I thought I informed you Winser that I do not eat anything made of milk or other animals products. I am vegan.

Answered Damian with monotone voice. He sat incredybly straight and wos so stiff that Danny thought that must hurt.

- But its so good. beside I offered it. wouldnt it be polite of you to at least try?

Wisner insisted. Sly grin on his lips.

- Leave him be Mike he probably has problems with digesting such hard avaible products.

Said boy to the left with massive collection of pimples on his Chin. Danny named him spotty.

- I do not have any „digestive problems” as you put it Jenkin. I simply choose not to.

- of course pardon our lack of knowledge. Its just we worry that your… original diet wos a little lacking… or maybe you ate a little too much chocholate when you where younger. Thats all

And all of the group snickers to spotty „jokes”. Danny Thinks its primitive and disgusting. Racizm is low blow specially after Damians next words:

- I do not understand

And they laught even more. Damian just sits there confused and oblivious to insults vowen in to conversation. And Danny listens and decides that he must tell that boy the truth. He cant turn blind eye to that. He may no longer be a hero but that? He can help with that. Soon bullies get bored of throwing hidden insults at Damian and go away. Damian sits at their table alone staring at the crumbs of cookies. He looks lonely. Danny standard and walks over to him. But before he reaches the table his occupant whirles to face him. His eyes are very green. Not like ectoplasm but close. They are pretty expresive. Danny can see frustration and confusion in them.

-hi there!

Geats cheerfully.

- I don’t have any cash on me right now

Its the first thing Damian says to him. Rude Danny thinks even if he does looks like a beggar with his thorn jeans and dirty jumper, but he has a mission. And he does the one thing that helps him in stressfull, akward or life treathening situations: he turns it into a joke

- Shame but I will make an exeption for you and give you my services for free

- I am not interested

Damian seems irritated now. Danny procedes to ignore him and sits at the table.

- Well as an expert in friendship I can tell you that those guys weren’t your friends. Better keep away from them

- Thats none of your business. Go away

- well maybe not but you should know what they were saying to you….

And then Danny proceded to inform Damian about the hidden insults and racizem comments. Damian tried to say something and even walk away but Danny wos presistent. When he finaly finished Damian exploded

- Leave me you insolent lowborn go find yourself another imbecyle to milk for money! Or I will stab you!

- Wow that same fancy insults there. I havent Heard lowborn yet. Anyway have a good day!

And Danny proceded to turn on his heel and walk away. He left Damian dumbfoned staring at his back. if the boy decided to do something about this then good if not then Danny at least feels like he did everything he could in this situation.

Damian wos confused. That homless lowborn wos strange. He wos not familiar with Damian nor his family. But. Damian couldnt stop thinking about what he told him. About his classmates their words and hidden meanings. Damian wos not hier to Demons head and son of Batman without a reason. He had skills, keen mind and wos curious. So he checked, he spent almost all night reading different forums and sites about bulling and racizem. He tried not Think about how much he resembled Drake in the morning. What he found wos…. Not plesant. It turned out he missed a lot of signs of his position at school. It wos unbeconing of someone of his class. He wos glad to be aware of that problem but now he did not know what to do with it. Father and Grayson expected him to make „friends” and up until yesterday he thought he fullfiled their orders thru his classmates but now he realised it wos failure. He did not want father to Discover his mistake. So now he has different problem he does not know exacly what that „friendship” wos supposed to be. Internet wos not really helpfull, there were so many diversive definitions that he wos confused about what wos true. He wos not going to admit to father or Grayson his incompetence. He will find solution himself. He has one idea that just might work. The lowborn named himself expert in friendship. Damian just has to find him and ask. He seemed willing to sell his knowledge.

Danny wos a little confused and suprised to see angry boy from two days before him. In his defense Danny did not start this conversation. It wos Damian who came to his bench across the café and demanded his services. Which wos weird in itself even before he asked about the price. But he did remember that he made a joke about services so that checks.

- look I am not…

Started Danny but Damian cut him off.

- you introduced yourself as an expert in friendship so I require your services. I will pay generously.

God now Danny wos going to be arrested for child manipulation and thieft. No that can’t happen. He already is hunted for his halfa status that’s enough.

- Listen I don’t want any money. I joked that day. I saw a kid being bullied and stepped in. Further events does not concern me.

Danny tried to leave but the kid wos presistent.

- Well your knowledge proved usefull. I want more

-kid, Damian I don’t want to get in trouble by using you or something. I am pretty sure there is some paragraph for that. Ask Google, it’s better option. And without me involved

- you think I didn’t do it already?! I am not stupid, but the information there are contradicting itself and I can’t distinguish what is true and what is not!!!!

Danny looks at Damian. He is shaking a little, and his words are colored by desperation. Ancients this is trouble… but he wos in this situation before wosnt he? A boy who does not know basic social skills in foreign dimension…alone and lost. Fuck he can’t leave Damian hanging. He can feel his fear in the air. Damn ghost abilities.

- Fine what’s your problem?

Danny has been meeting with Damian for over 2 months now. the kid wos socially awkward but quick witted and genarlly nice company. Well Danny wos alone for so long that his judgement may be clouded by he does not dwell on that. It’s nice having someone around. And Damian talks to him. He missed that. First few meeting wos a little awkward but it got better. Danny tried to be helpful,?first they talked about the school interactions, who even wos a friend. But then they got deeper, it turned out that Damian knew about social interactions little to nothing. They talked about family how it works, what it should be like. It wos ironic considering Danny neglectful parents and dangerous home. But he knew how it should look like. Jazz make sure of that when she wos alive. Then Damian started to open up about his origin. Trainings, mother and weird hierarchy. Well Danny saw a lot wilder shit in the zone. A kid from assassin cult wosnt the most shocking but still fucked up. He thinks that Damian might be even winning his little competition: „who had more screwed childhood” He thinks that his calmness helped Damian to share. Ancients he feels like Jazz…. It is not that bad. Damian brings him snacks, becouse Danny refused any money. And Danny talks to him too. Tells him about the stars, laughs about stories of Sam and Tucker Damian will never know who is he talking about so there is no harm. First time from death of everyone loved he does not feel alone.

Damian didnt plan to get close to Danny. It wosnt the plan. But he wos such good listener. Danny wos systematic in his explanation of reactions and habits that are „normal” in society. He wosnt showing horror or acted surprised when he told him about discipline in league or it’s hierarchy. He didn’t even flinch when he conveyed stories of trying to establish his position in manor by attempting to murder Drake. He listened then pointed out how different manor and league functioned and then calmly suggested that he should talk to Timothy. Just like that no screaming or anger. Now he knows why father wos so frustrated with him. According to Danny family doesn’t have strict hierarchy or rules punishable by death. It wos strange to have everything finally explained. He understands so much more. He sees that Grayson tried to explain it to him before. But as much as he is fond of the man he wos unsuccessful in his attempts. But he still has one problem… father told him to make friends. It’s a mission that he is failing right now. And if he is being honest he is not talented in this department. Not that he will admit it to anyone… well apart from Danny. When he asked him what else he should do to accomplish this mission he got quiet and fidgeted for a while and then offered

- well if you want I can be your friend

Damian stopped his walk and stared at him. Did Danny filled all the requirements? He did helped Damian not expecting anything in return which friends are supposed to do according to Danny himself, his presence wos entertaining. They understood each other. Both suspicious of their surroundings and cautious in every situation. They know about each other a lot of useless information like favourite food (Danny loved burgers), colors, hobbies or general interests.

-yes that would be acceptable

Damian saw the happy glint in Danny’s eyes and the way he relaxed. They started to walk again as if it wosnt admission of most importance.

So I may post a little follow up about how Tim reacted to Damian apology? I will see. As you can see my writing isn’t the best sorry😅. So in here Danny’s family and friends from Amity are dead and he is 16-isch Damian is fresh from the league and is obviously confused.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #dpxdc #damian wayne #batman #dick grayson #writing #homlessness #hiding

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dailyadventureprompts · 9 months ago

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Monsters Reimagined: Yeenoghu, Demon Lord of Insatiable Hunger

It's been some years since I did my overhaul on the lore of the gnolls and how they embody the weird de/humanization that goes on with various monsters over d&d's history. Ever since I've had more than a few folks write in asking about how I would handle the default Gnoll God Yeenoghu, who exists in a similar state of "Kill everything that ever existed" to Orcus and a good portion of the game's other late game threats, thematically flat and not really useful for building stories around.

For a while I've avoided doing this post because I thought it might skew a little too close to my personal philosophy, and risk going from simply being influenced by my views to an outright soapbox. I personally hold that despite being part of our nature hunger is the source of the majority of human cruelty, and if society and cooperation are the tools we developed to best fight against the threat of famine, it is fear of that famine that allows the powerful to control society and secure their positions of privilege.

I've also dealt with disordered eating in a prior period of my life, alternating between neglecting my body's needs and punishing myself for needing in the first place. I'm well acquainted with hunger and the hollowing effect it can have, though I'd never claim to know it so well as someone who went hungry by anything other than choice and self hatred.

Learning to love food again saved saved my life. The joy of eating, of feeling whole and nourished, yes, but there was also the joy of making: of experimenting, improving, providing, being connected to a great tradition of cultivation which has guided our entire species.

If I was going to talk about an evil god of hunger, I was going to have to touch on all of that, and now that it's out in the open I can continue with a more thematic and narrative discussion on the beast of butchery below the cut.

What's wrong: Going by the default lore, there's not much that really separates Yeenoghu from any other chaotic evil mega-boss. He wants to kill everything in vicious ways, and encourages his followers to do the same. He's there so that the evil clerics can have someone to pray to because the objectively good gods are on the party's side and wouldn't help a bunch of cannibalistic slavers.

This is boring, we've done this song and dance before, and the only reason that there are so many demon lords/evil gods/archdevils like this is because the bioessentialism baked into the older editions of the game's lore was also a theological essentialism, and that every group had to have their own gods which perfectly embodied their ethos and there was no crossover whatsoever, themes be damned.

Normally I'd do a whole section about "what can be salvaged" from an old concept, but we're scraping the bottom of the barrel right from the inset. Likewise my trick of combining multiple bits of underwritten d&d mythology to make a sturdier concept isn't going to work as most of d&d's other gods of hunger or famine are similar levels of paper thin.

How do we fix it: I want Yeenoghu to be the opposite of the path I found myself on, a hunger so great and so painful that it percludes happiness, cooperation, or even rational thought. Hunger not as a sumptuous hedonistic gluttony but a hollowing emptiness that compels violence and desperation. More than just psychopathic slaughter and gore, it is becalmed sailors drinking seawater to quench their thirst, the urban poor mixing sawdust and plaster into their food because their wages are not enough to afford grain.

This is where we get the idea of Yeenoghu as an enemy of society, not because violence is antithical to society ( I think we've learned by now how structured violence can really be) but because society fundamentally breaks down when it can't take care of the people who provide its foundations. Contrast the Beast of Butchery with one of my other favourite villainous famine spirits: Caracalla the grim trader, who embodies scarcity as a form of profit and control in to Yeenoghu's scarcity as suffering.

Into this we can also add the idea of the hungry dead, ghouls yes but also vampires, anything cursed with an eternal existence and appetites it no longer has the ability to sate. A large number of cultures across the world share the idea that the dead cannot rest while they are starving, which is why we leave offerings of food by their graves or pour out a glass to the ones we lost along the way.

On that topic, there's also a scrap of lore involving Doresain god of ghouls, who has been depicted as an on and off servant of Yeenoghu. Since I'm already remaking the mythology, I'd have Doresain act as a sort of saint or herald for the demon lord, the wicked but still partially reasonable entity who can villain monolog before the feral and all consuming demon god shows up.

Summing it all up: Yeenoghu isn't a demon you wittingly worship, it's a demon that claims you, marks you as its mouthpiece and through you seeks to consume more of the world. It gives you just enough strength to keep on living, keep on suffering, keep on filling that hole in your belly and feed it in turn.

The greatest of these mouthpieces is Doresain, an elf of ancient times who's unearthly hungers elevated him to demigod status. Known as the knawbone king, he dwells within a dread domain of the shadowfell, and is sought out only for his ability to intercede with the maw-fiend's rampages.

Signs: Unnaturally persistent hunger pangs, excessive drool and gurgling stomach noises, the growth of extra teeth in the mouth, stomachs splitting open into mouths.

Symbols: An animal with three jaws, a three tailed flail or spiked whip. A crown of knawed bones (Doresain)

Titles: Beast of butchery, the maw fiend, the knawing god

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#monsters reimagined #fiend #yeenoghu #undead #deity

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catwrites9 · 3 months ago

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Ain’t no love in Oklahoma

Kate Martin x reader SMUT

Twisters x Kate Martin crossover

Warnings: smut, praise, fingering(k!receiving), oral(k! receiving), strap on, riding(r! receiving), cussing???,injury, almost death??, use of y/n, cringy cowboy talk, not proof read, blood?, I think that’s it

W/N: I took so long to finish this I’m sorry but I’ve just been busy with a trip and doing preseason for basketball, which I haven’t talked about but I try and write all the time but with school and playing basketball at a d1 school which yes I’m a d1 athlete but I will never say what school I’m at but who knows you might watch my school???????

Masterlist

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It’s the time you dreaded the most. Tornado season. Both your mom and dad are tornado wranglers so that means they made you be one. The worst part is you have to move in with a family you don’t know just to chase a few tornados. The travel there wasn’t that bad, it was just a whole car ride of side country roads just to get to an old farm real estate. Once you got there you were treated by a couple and an older boy and girl. They all introduced themself to you guys but something felt off. You felt like you were being watched. You look to the left and see another woman around your age, blond, and the most beautiful woman you’ve seen. You smile at her and she just ignores you and goes back to digging a hole. Her mom sees where you're looking and introduces Kate. She just looks up and smiles at your mom and dad. She looks at you for a bit and clenches her jaw. She goes back to work and you just furrow your brows in confusion. Both family’s head in but Kate’s mom takes you to the side.

“Normally Kate doesn't like any new people but it seems she took some type of liking to you. Won't you be a doll and just try being friends with her, I feel like she only stays on the property and talks to us. I’m a bit worried” Her mom is nice to you, do you decide to try and befriend her.

Kate is outside sharpening a tool so you decide to go talk to her, maybe get to know her.

“Hey Kate I’m y/n” you hold out you hand and she doesn't even look at you. “So I heard that your like a you stay at home and just tend to your sheep” still no comment “anyways your mom was just telling me about how she wants us to be friends because you never leave the property anymore and have no friends” no comment but she looked annoyed at your comment “so I just wanted to get to know you I mean your family knows mine” no comment “ I feel like I would feel like so lonely if I was only on my property.” She doesn't care about what your saying

“I mean Don’t you want to find love or something” you were just trying to get some reaction out of her, you don’t know why but you just want her attention.

“Ain’t no love in Oklahoma” she finally talks, she’s a has a bit of a southern acent.

“Really, I thought a fine girl like you would have already been married to a cowboy” maybe confidence will make her break?

“I’m not into cowboys” she never made eye contact when you talked to her, you hate it. You grab your heart and faked being offended. “Their all just cocky, their all the same and they always wear that stupid hat everywhere”

“So you're telling me I’m cocky and unoriginal. And what did my hat do”

“Yes your cocky but your not a cow Boy” she enfisseced the last part.

“What are you trying to say darling” she stops what she’s doing, stands up and gets chest to chest with you.

“Don’t darling me, did they not teach you anything in cowboy school huh?…..” she pauses, her presence in front of you gets rid of your confidence. But you regain it. Her mocking tone annoys you. But why does it feel good to have her look at you for once during the conversation.

“They taught me a whole lot more than you, why don't you just spit it out and stop dancing around it” she looks at you annoyed.

“I like cowgirls you bimbo” her crossed arms flexed to emphasize her point.

“Oh… you could have just said that instead of dancing around it like a chicken with its head cut off”

“The chicken would be still and not dancing” her voice now very monotone.

“Did they not teach you sarcasm in southern school huh?” she just grunts at you and goes back to sharpening her tool. You leave her be and just go back to your parents. This is going to be a long month.

No matter what you did she never seemed to like you, but the times you didn’t look at her she was always watching you. She watched for you to mess up just so she could show she’s better. It’s became a rivalry you didn’t want. But she was always near you, it almost felt like she wanted your attention as much as she wanted yours. That’s why she is there wrangling tornados with you and your parents. She’d always make fun of you for random things like your lasso you kept with you during a chase just in case but she never saw why, she questioned everything and loved to push your buttons. Due to her not being experienced with this scene you felt a sense of protectiveness that made you always put her over you. But that’s where you are now in the middle of a f 3 tornado heading right for you.

You guys had to go one by one to run from structure to structure. Your parents went first and then Kate made you go. The ground was wet making it easy to fall, the rain blinding you from seeing in front of you. This almost felt like being stuck in the middle of a hurricane. Once you got to your parents you hugged them and waited for Kate. But that never came. You all yelled at her to come over but she was scared. She froze. Her structure would not hold together once the tornado hit. She needed to move now with how fast the tornado was going. She wasn’t going to move and it hit you that you needed to help her. You can’t just let her stay frozen. The fear of death hits you but you still know what to do. The whistling became almost deafening. You took off running, you heard your parents scream in terror but you couldn’t let that stop you. You somehow didn’t slip and made it to her. She was crying and scared. She was shaking and holding herself in her arms.

“Kate we have to go”

“No I can’t y/n I can’t”

“Yes you can and you will”

“No no I can’t save yourself I’m a liability please”

“I’m not leaving you behind Kate” you grab her and start pulling her to the next building.

“I’m so sorry, I’m just so sorry for everything I’ve acted like an ass to you just for you to save me”

“It’s ok Kate really” you felt the wind, it wasn’t good. All the gear on you weighed you down a bit. You weren’t gonna make it. You could feel yourself being pulled.

“Kate no matter what happens you run and get to my parents and don’t look back, ok Kate”

“What do you mean, y/n what’s happening” she stops in her tacks, you can’t have this you so close you keep pulling her.

“ On the count of 3 you’ll run and don’t look back, I’ll be right behind you” your voice cracks at the end. Kate sees your face.

“Your not gonna behind me are you”

“Please Kate do it now, run, NOW.” She runs as fast as she can without tripping.

The wind takes you a bit, you fall to the floor and get taken by the muddy slope. You landed in a ditch and found the nearest sewer drain. You found one and connected yourself to the pole outside with your lasso. The whole time in the tornado blurred and blacked out. You woke up to Kate right next to you pulling a metal sheet off of you. Your head pounded as you tried to recall what happened. Your body hurt and your face stinged. You had random cuts on you but the main was one on your face that stinged from Kate’s touch. You finch back. Her eyes filled with guilt. You got checked up by a medic and was able to go home the same day. You escaped with just some cuts and bruises. When you got home the house felt weird. The house felt like weary and sorrow. You hat rested on a table with a candle and a picture of you. They all thought you were gone. Kate became distant that whole day. Your parents and her family left to go to dinner but you didn’t feel like going out. You just stayed in your room replaying what happened. You kept wanting to think about what happened to you but all you could think of is the what ifs about Kate. You headed to her room, opened the door, and she wasn’t there. You walked in trying to find her.

“Why did you do it” you jump at her voice behind you.

“Why wouldn’t I”

“Because you could have died. Y/n come on you had us all greivinv you thinking you died”

“So it’s my fault I saved you”

“I’m not, I just, why would you risk your life for someone that’s done nothing but be a pain in your ass”

“Because I could Kate”

“That’s not a reason and I think we both know that’s not the reason”

“I JUST SAVED YOU ALRIGHT ITS THE ONLY THING I COULD THINK OF, THAT WHOLE TIME I WAS JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU”

“WHY”

“BECAUSE KATE YOU'RE… new to this you can’t hold yourself like I did” your secrets can’t come out she can’t find out that you care about her so much because of you liking her.

“Why did your confidence break, what are you hiding?” She’s catching on.

“Nothing Kate I’m just scared for you”

“Why are you scared for me” her confusion and guilt mixed on her face.

“I just want to protect you”

“BUT WHY Y/N”

“BECAUSE KATE I LIKE YOU, I LIKE YOU SO MUCH I CAN'T SEE A WORLD WHERE I COULD EVER SEE YOU GETTING HURT JUST BECAUSE YOU GOT DRAGGED INTO SOMETHING IM DOING. AND NO MATTER HOW RUDE YOU WERE TO ME I ONLY WANTED YOUR ATTENTION, I just want you, so bad Kate” she was wide eyed and stuck in thought.

Your mind raced as you knew you ruined everything. In a split second she crashed her mouth onto yours and kissed you. The kiss became bore and more heated. She took your hat and started wearing it. You lead her to the bed until the back of her knees hit the surface. She sat down and pulled you on her lap. Her hands explored you, searching for your weak spots. She swipes her tongue on your bottom lip as you grant her access. Both your tongues fight for dominance and explore each other's mouths. She tugs at your shirt and you break apart to quickly take it off and then go back to kissing. Your body instinctively starts grinding in her lap. Kate chuckles a bit. She rests her arms on your waist as she helps you.

She moves back to catch her breath“You know what they say save a horse ride a cowboy” her smug smirk taunting you. Tilting your hat she’s wearing at you.

“Your not a cowboy” once you say that something switches in her. She’s faking being a cowboy the one thing she hates…. But the thought of ridding her takes over your brain.

“I know I’m not but you wouldn’t care either way because all you want to do is ride my cock don’t you. If you climb the saddle” she points down at her lap”be ready to ride. So you’re gonna take my cock aren't you” you nod at her words feeling your arousal grow.

“Are you ready? Are you ready to ride me like a good girl?”She's close to your face, ready to pounce.

“Yes Kate please”

She moves you off her and looks under her bed. She finds it and unboxes it. She tries to take off her clothes but you stop her. “Wait, please let me” you slowly take off her top half and tease her. You kiss down her neck to the waistline of her pants. You get on your knees and take off her pants. You begin to tease her by kissing and grabbing her thighs. You take off her underwear and continue, slowly making your way up. You begin to blow on her clit. Her head throws back in pleasure. Her soft moans of your name stuck forever in your head. You kiss her clit. She moans and grabs your head. You stand up, leaving her shocked.

“You're gonna have to work for it Kate” she’s annoyed, and aroused, but she knows you're gonna pay.

She puts it on and pushes you back onto the bed. She proceeds to leave trails of hot open mouthed kisses on your neck. You tilt your head to the side to give her more access. She finds your sensitive spot and bites down. Leaving you whining. You go to cover your mouth.

“Don’t you fucking dare cover your mouth, I wanna hear all your noises baby” she goes back to licking and sucking the spot. Everytime she bites she gets a whimper from you. She even starts to groan a bit at your noises. She trails down leaving marks everywhere she kisses

She leads her hand down to your cunt. She brings one of her fingers to drag across it, she collects some of your wetness and puts her finger in her mouth. She moans at the taste.

“Fuck baby, so wet for me, I want you to ride me is that alright.” She sits right next to you as you straddle her lap. She helps you with lining up the strap with your hole. Slowly pushing yourself down. Stopping from time to time to let you adjust. You slowly grind your hips, hands resting on Kate’s shoulders, while both of you are moaning. Her hand on your hips helping you ride her. Her strap hitting perfectly on your g spot.

“It’s just like riding a horse ain’t it baby, aren't you so good at that, you're so good at this” your break eye contact from her praise. She grabs your face and makes you look at her the whole time. “Such a good girl” she is now focused on your neck and collarbone, leaving more marks. She periodically thrusts her hips up leaving you moaning her name.

“You sound so pretty moaning in my ear, fuck, I wanna hear you scream my name baby. Don’t hold back” she brings her hand down to your clit.

“Oh yeah you like that’s, like it when I fill you up so good.” The knot in your stomach forming and threatening to snap.

“Am I making you feel good y/n” you nodded “words”

“YES KATE”

“Well then look at me and tell me how good I'm making you feel and beg for more” she stilled your hips making you whine. “You can take it baby, can’t you”

“Please Kate please”

“Beg for it”

“Please Kate fuck me I need you to fuck me”

She leans into your ear “How bad”

“So fucking bad I need you, I’ll do anything”

“Good girl” she proceeds to pound into you at a harsh pace. Your hands are gripping her back leaving red streaks. One hand on your clit and the other on your hip massaging it. She catches you in the middle of moaning to make out with you.

The room filled with moans, groans, and the noise of her cock pounding inside you. The knot in your stomach is about to burst. She pulls back and watches your face. You both hold eye contact and watch each other's faces contort in pleasure.

“Cum with me baby” she put her head into your neck as the knot snaps. You both moan eachothers names. She slowly loses speed in her hips as both of you come down from your high. Your hands are scratching her shoulder as she’s sucking more marks on yours. Both of you panting as her hips finally still. You get off her lap and stand in between her legs, you push her shoulders down so that she’s laying down. Her legs spread more for you. You take the strap off of her and get on your knees.

Her pussy soaking from her prior orgasim. You lick a strip of cunt making her wither underneath you as you push your face away after. Her hand tries pushing you closer.

“Ride my face Kate” she gets up fast and gets into position. One of her hands rests on your head and the other rests on the wall in front of her. Your hat is still on her head. She grinds on your face as your hands rests on her thighs keeding at them. Your lips suck at her clit. Her orgasim coming fast beacuse of her prior one. You move your dominant hand down and stick two fingers into her.

“Y/N OH FUCK YES” your finger find her g spot immediately and curl to hit it with every thrust. Her hips lose their rhythm as she searches for her release.

“Cum for me pretty girl” her face contorted in pleasure. Her head rests on the wall as she rides out her high. Her eyes blown out in bliss, unable to see her blue eyes anymore.

She gets off your face and lays back on her pillows. Your hat finally slides off as you go up to cuddle her.

“What are we gonna tell them about all the marks” she says as her hands trace all of them on your neck.

“That’s a problem tomorrow, for now we should probably shower” you get up and help her up.

The next day you both hid it from your parents and kept it as your little secret. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to come to Oklahoma for the tornado season. You both clearly found love in Oklahoma that you never expected. But just maybe this won’t be the last time your here with Kate.

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W/N: I feel like the riding face part was not that good anyways it’s 1 am I have to practice to wish me luck igs.

#Spotify #kate martin smut #kate martin x reader #kate martin #kate martin x y/n #smut #wbb smut

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drawnfamiliarfaces · 19 days ago

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1.) Height comparisons? Tallest to shortest? I ways felt that Danny was tallest with Randy as the shortest, but Ben feels small too? And Rex feels giant.

2.) What would Jenny and Rex look like with Upgrade on them?If you have any concepts of them?

I love these little guys, btw they make me so happy!

1.) I actually have a height chart I never posted! I am STILL not completely locked in about them, but I've been holding onto it for a year, so I think I can post it since Ive not worked on it much. xD So while small details might vary in any future plot development, this is a rough height comparison for the HoMies:

My reasonings are that canonically (? at least according to Wikias) Jenny is at least 2 meters tall in the show. Which is a lil questionable, but I just headcanon her around that height, but it can vary depending on her transformations. In any case she is a tall Amazonian Mechanical Goddess.

Both Danny and Zak have very tall genes from both sides of their families. Jack F. is a freaking tank unit of a man, and while Maddie is probably somewhere above average height, her sister Alicia is built af, so there are some tall genes on their side of the family. Doc and Drew are both pretty tall, and Doyle too, so chances of Zak being on a taller side are very good.

Jun canonically has very long legs (which was mentioned as too long for an 11 y.o. to which I relate a lot, because I was very tall at 11 too xD) & Randy is a very noodly boy, so I feel like they will grow pretty tall. But Randy is also very slight in built which will make him seem smaller.

Ben in his alt futures is supposedly very tall, but Omniverse throws a curve with him suddenly seeming smaller at 16, so?? I kinda settled on him being kinda average male height, which can go either way when he gets older.

Rex is kinda opposite, because at 16-17 he is pretty tall, but not overly huge (considering that he is still shorter than Six but only a little taller than Holiday on heels, so he is taller than average female height), but I headcanon him having grown tall very early. So I kind of settled on another average that can go either way as years go.

And yes, he is a little taller and buffer than Ben, because when they swapped jackets in Heroes United, Ben's jacket is tighter on him and that fact is forever my favorite headcanon. xD

Jake and Kim are short monarchs! Well, compared to others, lol xD. In reality they are only a few inches/cm lower than average heights! I am a big fan of Jake being a short powerhouse (its also supported by his genetics, mainly by his grandfather Lao Shi, who is pretty short even when he was younger) in his human form, which doesn't affect his dragon form. Kim is a small lean power machine - she is small, agile and fast, for a normal human.

2.) Oh! I did have another idea I sort of toyed with (A sort of 'fusions' for HoMies for another old ask I got, but I never got around to drawing them lol sorry), but I never actually drew anything like that! This is a fun idea to doodle-

After the finale Rex has changed and I would like to think that Ben will notice! After all becoming a god temporarily would be something of an upgrade! xD And tbh I think Jenny, as a sentient machine would not particularly enjoy being Upgraded! It would feel a little bit like possession, but with a side effect of your guts being rearranged without your consent, like?? yikes

Aaaaaa, thank you!!! I'm so glad people get joy from this crossover, even if im so inconsistent with actually posting staff for it QvQ <3

#que?#hom au q&a #hom au #i decided to bite the bullet and share the height chart xD since i already have been kinda using it as a guide and all #jenny wakeman #rex salazar #jenny xj9 #ben tennyson

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aida-sparks · 9 months ago

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Eddie pining in secret over Buck seems like a legitimate thing.

There's subtext in many scenes that make me think Eddie has secretly pined over Buck to some extent. I also see more than one reason why Eddie might never act on all those warm feels he doesn't know what to do with. Just one of those reasons is that even if he has finally accepted that he himself has feelings for Buck, he simply doesn't see how Buck could ever reciprocate.

Why would Eddie think that? Eddie's understanding of Buck's sexual life is shaped by what he's heard. (And what he hasn't!)

Eddie was never around to hear Maddie's comments that imply her brother might like men the same way he likes women.

Maddie to Buck in 2x4: "So does this boy crush on Eddie mean that you're finally ready to move on from Abby?"

Maddie to Josh in 3x12: "Oh no, I like you too much to set you up with my brother." Unrelated to Maddie but still key: Eddie also missed TK's comment to Buck in the Lonestar crossover episode, where TK assumed Buck was either gay or bi and that Buck was hitting on him.....

2. Instead, Eddie was around to hear all about Buck's firehose exploits back in the days when he was a self-described "sex addict". Yes, Eddie knows about Buck 1.0.

In 3x12, When Chimney suggests Eddie try talking to a therapist name Rosie, Buck asks, "Is that the one I slept with?" Eddie responds, "You slept with your therapist?"

Most recently in 6x13 Eddie listens to Buck try to calculate all the women he's slept with.

No one can convince me that the look on Eddie's face here is simply exasperation. He truly looks a little crestfallen, like Buck's words stung him.

It's just another reminder in Eddie's head that Buck is different from him when it comes to sex. Pair that with the head canon that Eddie is demisexual (everything in canon points to it, in my opinion!), and it's easy to see why Eddie would think he has zero chance with Buck. Buck once described himself as a sex addict. Eddie, on the other hand, got with Shannon in high school and hasn't ever been shown to go looking for any casual flings or want even a one-night stand. I don't think Eddie judges either lifestyle; he just recognizes they are very different. So, no matter what Eddie may have come to realize about his own feelings toward Buck, it's easy for him to think he could never be enough for Buck. And so Eddie pushes down those warm feelings, and he settles for whatever he can get with Buck. As long as Buck's in his and Christopher's life, that can be enough for Eddie. And that's still so sad to me, because it means that Eddie still isn't following his own heart.

It would be interesting for Eddie to be in earshot the next time Maddie makes a comment about a male date for Buck, though!

#buddie #buddie thoughts #911 buddie #911 abc #buddie canon #eddie diaz #demisexual Eddie Diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie meta #buddie 911 #buddie theory

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xysidhequeen · 2 years ago

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The King and his Red Knight

Part 6

Warning as always for Jason's foul mouth and prolific use of various curse words.

Whoops got Jazz and Maddie's eyecolor switched

Jasom tugged at the material of his t-shirt before fiddling with the leather jacket covering it. He checked his appearance in the mirror for the fourth time, eyes trained to pick up the smallest clues, examining his form looking for imperfections with the same level of scrutiny he used to turn to crimescenes. He knew he wouldn't find anything wrong with his outfit, just as he hadn't the previous three damn times he'd checked.

But. Well. Fuck it. Jason was nervous, alright?

He'd never admit it out loud, and if anyone accused him of it, he had a modified ghost gun tucked under his leather jacket they could shove down their fucking pie hole.

Oddly enough, Danny had been the one to tell him to make sure he brought some weapons with him. He would've anyways, obviously. He wasn't going to meet a stranger in an undisclosed location weaponless. He wasnt a fucking idiot. But it was odd that Danny thought weapons might be necessary while meeting with his sister in a café. When Jason had asked Danny had shrugged.

"It's just how my life is. Anytime I want to do normal shit someone pops out of the wood work to try and 'take my pelt' or 'exterminate me' or 'rip me apart molecule by molecule' so I just expect a fight whenever I leave my room." Danny had told him, tone careless as if he hadn't said some deeply concerning shit.

And look, Jason got that life as a ghost was vastly different from life as a human and life as a halfa was an entirely different fucking game altogether. Ghost customs seemed to be founded on a basis of domination and violence. And it made sense in a way. Ghosts couldn't die, injuries healed in minutes or hours. You could throw a ghost through a building and they'd walk out the other side with a grin.

But there was a very clear difference between ghost violence and the violence Danny described without a care. Ghosts didn't aim to kill, or even torture. Fights were just how they communicated, made friends. Things worked differently when everyone you knew was virtually indestructible and also made of volatile emotions.

But ripping someone apart? Exterminating them? No ghost would do that. Ghosts knew better than any living human how traumatic, how painful death could be. A ghost might throw a truck at you, because they knew you could take it, but they'd never torture you. Or at least, none of the ghosts Jason knew would.

Even Skulker, for all his threatening talk, would rather burn his own suit than torture someone. Jason knew for a fact the trigger happy tinman did actually have a heart. He'd seen the hunter ghost cuddling Cujo when he thought no one was around. And Jason knew all the ghost animals he 'hunted' were actually kept in incredibly detailed and realistic enclosures on his island, well cared for and loved.

Jason looked around his room as a shudder in what he now knew was his core raced through him at the thought of someone hurting, really hurting, Danny. The urge to protect, to enact bloody justice upon whoever would dare lay a finger with malice in their hearts on the kindest soul Jason had ever met, almost forced Jason into his ghost form. Jason barely kept hold of his human form, only stabilizing when he grabbed another gun from the wall. The weight of the weapon soothed him, making his core purr.

It knew that if anyone tried to hurt Danny, Jason had the firepower to put them in the ground.

Jason had known Danny for only a little over a month but he already knew he'd burn the entire fucking world to ashes if the other halfa was hurt. Danny had done more for Jason than anyone in his life, or death, barring maybe Alfred. Danny offered him a home, a place to belong, care and comfort with no expectations. Danny gave and gave and gave and asked for absolutely nothing in return.

When Jason ruined room after room getting used to his new body, new powers, the stronger emotions that sometimes controlled him, Danny had simply smiled and laughed and moved them to new ones. When Jason snapped and lashed out because the pain inside of him was too big for his body to contain Danny just took it like it didn't phase him, offered him hugs he didn't know he needed and lended a listening ear whenever Jason was ready to talk.

Danny was everything Jason had ever wanted, needed, and he barely regretted that he'd had to die to find it. To find a place that finally felt like home, to find someone that felt like home. Jason had searched all his life for this, bled for it, begged for it from people who could never give him what he so desperately needed. He would be eternally grateful to whatever diety had brought him back from the dead in that cemetery where a ghost king waited to show him what it meant to belong.

Danny meant so much to Jason already. He was his friend. He was his guide in this weird world of being a halfa, and he was, technically, his king. So Jason was scared shitless about meeting someone who meant the world to Danny. About meeting the sister he spoke about with literal stars in his viridian eyes.

Danny had assured him, though it did nothing to ease Jason's nerves, time and again that his sister, Jazz Nightingale, would love him. Apparently, Danny and his sister used to have a different last name. But whatever it was, Danny kept that secret locked tight. Jason assumed it had something to do with Danny's parents, whom he never spoke of. Not that Jason could criticize. He'd yet to speak about Bruce to Danny further than jokes.

Jazz Nightingale. The name of the woman who would hold Jason's fate in the palm of her hands. Jason knew if Jazz hated him, Danny would be forced to pick a side. And he'd pick his sister. Of course he would.

Jason would never be someone's first choice. Even as Robin, he'd been nothing but a replacement for the bird who left the nest. The boy who made Robin. And he'd seen how easily he'd been discarded, fired, in the end. Left to die, broken, betrayed, and unloved. Unwanted.

Jason grabbed a holster for the gun hanging from his subtly shaking fingers. His anxiety clumsy hands slipped fitting the holster on a few times, colorful curses tumbling out of Jason's lips. He should probably be careful about those, too.

Danny didn't care about his language, and Johnny and the rest found his insults hilarious. But Jason remembered how his 'uncouth' mouth had made Gotham high society disdain him. How it had branded him as 'other' as someone who didn't belong.

He could take that, take the disgust from those born with silver spoons shoved so far up their asses they could taste them. No matter how it had stung. How the disappointment in Bruce's eyes had torn at him. How it was just another reminder that he could never live up to the standards golden boy Dick Grayson had set.

What he couldn't take was if this Jazz Nightingale turned that same disdainful glare on him that he'd so often suffered under at balls and galas. Because it could mean Danny's warm, shining emerald eyes would turn toxic and venomous. His bright, too-wide grin dimmed and drawn into a scowl of disapproval.

Jason finally settled the holster and second gun at his hip, slipping his leather jacket back over them so they were hidden from sight. The comforting weight helped ground him, and Jason took a deep breath, eyes drawn back to the mirror to take in his form once more. He dusted at his clothes, removing invisible specks of dirt. His hair was carefully combed, the white streak standing out starkly against his jet black hair.

A rush of Comfort/Belonging/Acceptance/YouBelong/You'reSafe/You'reProtected washed over Jason, announcing Danny's arrival before the door to his room even opened. Jason felt the taut muscles in his back relax, his body reacting instinctively to the aura of peace, comfort, and calm that Danny carried with him like a cloak.

It was a good thing that he was relaxed because when the door opened, a boy Jason did not recognize was standing there.

"Danny?" Jason asked, confused.

The boy felt like Danny, but he looked entirely different. Gone was the snow white hair, glowing green eyes, and hazmat hero costume. Instead, a boy with luminous sky blue eyes, hair as black as Danny's was white, and skin tinged with the rosy hue of life instead of the green tinge of ectoplasm He was even dressed differently, in a worn NASA hoody that was probably at one point oversized but now fit snugly on the other teen's body. A pair of jeans, ripped not from fashion but wear, and a pair of bright red Converse completed the look.

"Yeah, sorry. I forgot you've never seen my human form before." The boy, Danny, said sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Holy shitsticks, you look like you could be Dick's long lost cousin." Jason said, curiosity about Danny's human form temporarily overriding his nerves.

Jason walked forward, examining Danny. Physically, he was the same as his ghost form. Though now that his feet were planted on the ground, Jason could appreciate how tall Danny was. Definitely over 6', Dick wishes he had Danny's height. He had the same musculature of his ghost form, too, a side effect of being a superhero. The older teen was a damn tree, built like one too, and Jason squashed the jealousy at that.

He'd shot up an inch and a half already in the time he'd been here. Regular, large meals filled with ectoplasm, coupled with the ectoplasm rich environment, meant he was healthier than he'd ever been. His malnutrition stunted body was finally getting its chance to grow, but he still came barely to Danny's shoulders.

"Really? Huh." Danny asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah, you've got all the qualities for a Wayne adoptee. Good thing you're legal now. No Batman induced trauma for you." Jason replied with a scrunched nose, pushing down the mental image of a younger Danny being adopted by Bruce.

"Ugh ew, no. One billionaire in my life is enough." Danny said, pulling a face at the thought of a second billionaire trying to adopt him. Jason couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips at the thought of Danny running circles around Bruce while the stoic superhero frantically tried to adopt him.

Would Jason's life and death have turned out differently if he had Danny when he was Robin? If it had been Danny showing him the ropes and welcoming him into that world rather than a distant Dick Grayson? A brother who had only become one in truth rather than simply name long after the damage from his estrangement was done.

Jason loved Dick, and knew his older brother loved him. But that love didn't ease the hurt whenever he fell short of the standards the other man had set. When Jason suffered for Bruce's mistakes that had driven Dick away and kept him away and resentful when a new Robin flew through Gotham's skies.

"Are you ready then? It's about time to go." Danny pulled Jason back to reality, the nerves that had been pushed aside roaring back to life with a vengeance.

A warm hand gripped Jason's shoulder, steadying him as he wrestled with the emotions that suddenly felt like far too much. One of the worst side effects of his death by far was the emotions. They were all so much more potent, so much more overwhelming than they'd been in life. His emotions could so easily override his sense now, and Jason struggled to keep his control.

"You'll do fine, Jason. Jazz already adores you. Just be yourself." Danny's voice was pitched low, a soothing timbre that helped take the edge off the nerves convincing Jason he'd fuck everything up, again.

"I'm ready." Jason said, the words only tasting slightly like a lie as he took a deep breath.

"Got your weapons?" Danny asked as he raised a hand to rip a portal into the air.

"Do I look like a dumbass to you?" Jason snarked, making Danny smile at seeing Jason's sass return to hide his nerves.

"Considering I punted you through a wall yesterday you look like a little bitch to me." Danny teased as he tugged Jason towards the glowing portal, not giving him time to second guess the decision or back away.

"What was that? I thought the guy who flew into one of my blasts this morning said some dumb shit." Jason bit back, stumbling slightly when they walked through the portal.

The difference in gravity between the living realm and the Inifinte Realms threw him off for a moment as he regained his balance. He took in a breath of air and couldn't help the grimace that took over his face. The air tasted thin, weak, and it reeked of rotting garbage and piss. Danny had formed a portal in a dark alleyway to avoid notice, and Jason had opinions on his choice of location.

"Ugh why did you drop us here? It stinks worse than your fucking socks." Jason grumbled, thankful that his new biology meant he didn't need to breathe as much as a human, or at all if he didn't feel like it.

"My socks aren't that bad." Danny defended, pulling Jason along as he closed the portal and moved them out of the disgusting alleyway.

"Your socks could be considered a biological weapon of mass destruction they're so fucking nasty. I'm fairly certain they break the Geneva Convention." Jason told him as they finally left the alleyway and joined the throngs of people on the sidewalk, all of them rushing along, utterly unaware they were in the presence of two people who broke the laws of life and death.

"And why is the air so weak?" Jason added on before Danny could do something dramatic and embarrassing like pretending to faint in public from Jason's insults. He could see the older halfa considering the merits of making a scene just to be a little shit.

"It's the lack of ectoplasm. Most places in the living realm don't have a lot of it. Amity Park and Gotham are the outliers for that." Danny told him, evidently giving up the idea of being dramatic in favor of guiding Jason towards a café.

"No idea why Gotham had so much, Amity Park at least had the excuse of a portal to hell being opened in it." Danny continued to speak, easily going on a tangent. Jason's distraction tactic was a success. It was easy to get Danny going on tangents if you had a good idea of his interests, and ghosts were always a safe bet.

"Gotham's built different." Jason said with a shrug, not surprised to hear that the creepiest, crime-ridden city in the world was more than slightly ghostly. It tracked.

"Or it's cursed." Danny said, opening the door to the café before Jason could dig into that concerning detail.

"Jazz!" Danny shouted almost as soon as they walked in, eyes locking on a woman who was probably in her early twenties.

Her fiery hair was held back with a light blue headband, falling in a long waterfall down her back. She was tall but not slight, body clearly muscled, though not as noticeable as Danny or Jason. She cut an intimidating figure, and Jason couldn't help but think if Dick ever saw her, he'd been head over heels. He'd always had a thing for redheads who could kill him.

Jason felt his body freeze, but Danny's firm grip on his shoulder forced him to move forward as the older halfa essentially dragged him to the booth in a corner where his sister was standing and waving with a beaming smile.

Danny only released him when they got to the table and Jason couldn't easily make a break for it, throwing himself at his older sister and crushing her into a bone breaking hug. Jazz matched Danny for height but Danny still managed to sweep her off her feet and spin her around until the woman was laughing.

"It's so good to see you, Danny. You look good. Happy." Jazz said, resting a hand on Danny's face when he finally released her from his bear hug.

Jason felt his heart twinge at the open love and care he saw in Jazz's eyes when looking at Danny. She looked at him as if he was the most important thing in the world to her. Jazz looked at Danny the way Catherine used to look at him.

"I am. Happy, I mean. You look like you're doing good too, Jazz. College treating you well?" Danny asked, voice soft and warm and full of love. Only a deaf, blind and brain-dead idiot wouldn't be able to see that the Nightingale siblings loved each other fiercely and completely.

"I am! Remind me to tell you about the paper I'm writing on the effect neglect has on the developing minds of pre-pubescent children." Jazz said, smile widening as she spoke about something she was clearly passionate about.

She turned her head and pinned Jason to the spot with her teal eyes that glowed just a touch too much for a normal human, her pupils too dark, too deep. Her teeth were ever so much too sharp, and her ears had the same pointed, elfin look as Danny's. Jason's battrained mind couldn't help picking up the many small details that came together to paint a clear picture that Jazz wasn't entirely human. Danny had mentioned that his sister and friends were more than a bit liminal, and Jason could see what he meant.

"And you must be Jason. Danny's told me so much about you, it's nice to finally meet you." Jazz extricated herself from her brother and held out a hand to Jason, a soft smile on her face. Her subtly glowing aquamarine eyes were welcoming, accepting, and for the first time, Jason thought there might be some truth to Danny's words.

"Hi. Danny talks a lot about you, too." Jason finally managed to get out the greeting from a slightly numb mouth. Jazz took his hand, shaking it with a firm grip, and he noted her hands were calloused. As if she was no stranger to wielding a weapon.

"Danny, could you go get us some drinks?" Jazz asked her brother.

Danny hesitated, turning a concerned look to Jason, who reluctantly nodded at Danny. Surely he wouldn't fuck everything up in the five minutes it took the older halfa to get drinks.

"I'll take a Chai tea," Jason told him, and Danny nodded, shooting one last look at the two of them before heading to the line for the counter.

It was probably a bad idea to shoot the windows out with his guns and jump out of them like a bat out of hell? Right? Yeah. That would make the worst first impression, Jazz would think he was off his fucking rocker.

"Let's sit," Jazz said, motioning at the booth. Jason sat down gingerly across from Jazz, his back ramrod straight. That window was looking particularly shootable.

"So, Jason." Jazz started, folding her hands under her chin and leaning forward.

Jason wanted to avert his eyes from her pricing eerie gaze. Somehow, it felt like she was seeing too much. Was this where she told him to stay away from her little brother? Where she told him he wasn't good enough for the time and attention Danny had devoted to him? Jason's hands twitched for his guns. Fuck first impressions. He was going to defenestrate himself before he had to hear someone else tell him how unworthy he was.

"How are you doing? Is Danny taking care of you? Is he making sure you get enough to eat, enough sleep?" Jazz asked, blindsiding Jason worse than if she'd hit him with the clunky thermos Danny liked to carry around. He almost wished she had, he knew how to handle an attack. Handling someone's concern for him wasn't something Batman trained him on.

"I-what? Jason stammered, unsure what to do with this woman he barely knew asking if he was being taken care of.

"I know you're in a really delicate state right now. It's important that you're still taking care of yourself, and Danny should be ensuring that. But my brother can hardly take care of himself, let alone another semi-living being. So I want to be sure you're doing alright." Jazz explained, taking pity on Jason's confusion.

Jasom just stared at her, mouth hanging open. Jazz met his gaze, holding it so he could see the sincerity of her words painted clearly in her glowing eyes. So he could see the care in them, the concern, for him.

"I- Yeah, Danny is taking care of me. He-He's great. Reminds me to eat and badgers me to sleep," Jason broke under the warm gaze, and words vomited out of his mouth.

And it was true, Danny was taking care of him, even if sometimes they both forgot to sleep when they were in the workshop and occasionally it took one of their stomachs letting out a mighty roar to remind them to eat. But Danny was also constantly throwing protein bars at him, the really good ones that even speedsters liked to snack on.

And he'd carried Jason to bed, kicking and screaming occasionally, more times than he could count. And if Jason couldn't sleep because nightmares filled with the sounds of breaking bones and insane laughter infected his dreams, Danny would stay up with him, playing video games until he passed out on the couch, cuddling his controller like a teddy bear.

"Good, I'm glad. The last thing you need right now is to be negelected." Jazz said with a firm nod, her eyes sparkling with relief and pride.

"I want you to know Jason, if you ever need help, or someone to talk to, I'll be here. If there's ever something you don't want to talk to Danny about, I'm more than happy to lend an ear." Jazz continued, gracing him with another warm smile and a look filled with so much care he felt his core warm in his chest.

"Why?" Jason asked, voice sounding far smaller, far younger, than he wanted it to. Jazz's smile turned sad as she looked at him.

"You're important to Danny. So you're important to me," Jazz started, leaning slightly back and dropping her hands to the table.

"Danny hasn't been... happy these past several months. I won't say why. That's his story to tell. But he's been hurting and lonely." Jazz said, shoulder hunching slightly as she turned her eyes full of sadness, anger, and helplessness to her hands.

"But since you came along, Danny's been happy again. I heard it in his voice when he called, read it in how he texted. Danny is happy, and like himself again. He's alive again, rather than just existing." Jazz snorted humorlessly at her small pun. Great, it was genetic. Maybe they really were related to Dick.

"This is the greatest gift you could ever give me, Jason. And one I can never repay. For what you've done, you'll always have me as a friend. If you want." Jazz continued, drawing Jason's attention back to her.

"Seeing him, like this? Happy, content, full of life, and passion? I thought I'd never see my baby brother like this again." Jazz said, eyes pulling up to look at Danny, who was joking with the barrista who was quite obviously trying, and failing, to flirt with him. His smile was bright enough to light up the entire café and his laugh was a sound made of the very essence of joy. Jason could see the other patrons of the café perking up simply by hearing it.

Her eyes said she was offering more than friendship. She was offering a family. Jason might not see Danny as a brother, he wasn't sure yet if he had a word in his vocabulary to fit what Danny was to him, but he knew he could see Jazz as a sister so easily. He wanted that, to have her look at him how she looked at Danny. With unconditional love, with a certainty that there was nothing he could ever do to shake it.

"And maybe, a bit, it's because I couldn't be there for Danny when-when he died," Jazz barely stuttered over the words but it was clear that as much as Danny's death didn't effect the halfa, it very deeply effected his sister.

"So let me be there for you, Jason." Jazz said, voice warm as she grabbed one of his hands between both of hers, cradling his hand as if he was something delicate, something precious. Someone to be cared for and protected.

"O-Okay." Jason said, and what else could he say?

Jason was selfish enough to admit he wanted even a sliver of the love he'd seen Jazz so freely give Danny. If he could have even the smallest fraction of that, he'd be happy. Because thats all Jason had wanted, to be loved, to be wanted, to know that the love he was given didn't come with conditions or wouldn't be ripped from him the first time he made a mistake.

"Wonderful! Give me your phone and I'll put my number in." Jazz said, and the smile she gave him was as bright as Danny's, almost blinding in its radiance.

Jason fished out the phone Danny had given him when he could see again. It was some type of modified phone, made to work across Realms and even with ecto-interference. Currently, there was only one number in it, Danny's. Jazz took the phone and quickly added her information to it, sending herself a text to get his number before handing it back.

"Call me. Anytime, for anything, and I'll answer." Jazz told him, voice solem with promise, and Jason knew she'd keep her word.

"Now, before Danny gets back, do you want to see some pictures I have of him when he was figuring out his powers?" Jazz asked, a wicked gleam in her eyes that all older siblings had when the topic of embarrassing their younger siblings came up. Jason couldn't help the grin that slid on his face as the heavy atmosphere dissipated.

"Fuck- I mean hell, dammit. Heck yes." Jason said, flushing at his slip. Jazz just giggled at his cursing, scrolling through her phone to find the pictures as Jason relaxed into the booth.

Yeah, he hadn't fucked anything up.

~~~~~

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The King and his Red Knight

DPxDC crossover fic

Part 1

Really sorry to everyone who suffered through the fact that I didn't know about the existence of readmore. I can't fix the thread now but the individual posts are better? Sorry I have like a very rough idea of how this site works 😭

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"Go here, Danny. Go then, Danny. Go to a random cemetery in the middle of the night for no reason, Danny." A voice grumbled, accompanied by the sound of sneakers rhythmically tapping stone.

Danny Fenton, currently Phantom, sat on a gravestone, his white hair a beacon in the dark night. There were no stars in the sky for him to gaze upon, their light hidden behind swaths of smog and neon lights playing off the gray clouds.

Clockwork had dumped him here, with no explanation for why. Not that he ever really explained much when he sent Danny off on his tasks. He supposed he should be grateful, at least he was in the same when rather than being transported a thousand years into the past.

"Wait here King Phantom. You will understand in time." Danny mimicked his mentor's voice as he let himself float off the grave he'd been dumped on after Clockwork shoved him out of a portal. His body floated higher until he could flip around, his legs crossing. He sat upside down, his chin in his palm as he glared petulantly at the assembled gravestones surrounding him, his toxic green eyes glowing.

"So far all I've seen is a concerning amount of ecotplasm for a city without a ghost portal and some blob ghosts! How long am I supposed to wait here?" Danny asked the air, and the aforementioned blob ghosts who were hanging off his body, soaking in the ambient ecotoplasm he radiated at all times now.

Neither provided him with an answer to his question and Danny let out a frustrated groan as he lowered his still flipped body to look once more on the gravestone he'd been tasked with waiting on.

Jason Todd, the name read. The dates, too close together, made something in Danny squeeze painfully. He'd been young, barely older than Danny when he stepped into the portal. Only for this teenager there had been no ectoplasm to bind to his dying body and repair the damage of death and force him back into a semblance of life.

"Who were you and why did Clockwork send me to you?" Danny asked the gravestone, one clawed finger tracing the words before he pulled back with a sigh when the gravestone gave him no explanation. The dead didn't always speak, not even to their king.

Turning his body Danny looked over the rest of the cemetery. It was empty, as most usually were this time of night, of the living. There were a few shades wandering around, circling closer to him, drawn by his presence. No full ghosts though, but oddly enough there rarely were in cemeteries. This was where the dead came to rest. To remember, if they wanted to. Cemeteries were sacred spaces to the dead, much as a temple or a church would be for the living who were religious. Ghosts who still clung to life, to their obsessions, did not frequent cemeteries, did not dare trespass and disturb those who had already found their peace.

Danny himself was an oddity. He had never shied from cemeteries, enjoying the peace he found in them, the guarantee of safety offered. And perhaps, he mourned that he himself would never have a gravestone for the living to place their flowers and their tears at. Who would make a grave for someone who was both alive and dead? There would never be a body to bury for him. His human half would continue to live on so long as his ghost core remained and could fuel it.

Maybe that was why he found peace in cemeteries, for all his whining that Clockwork had dumped him here. Cemeteries were for the living and the dead, one of the only places both existed in harmony naturally. For someone who was as much dead as he was alive such a place held a certain degree of belonging for him.

Danny straightened out in the air, letting his body lie above the grave as he folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the covered sky. He complained and whined about this task, but he was secretly glad that Clockwork had given him something to do. Even if it was just 'hang out in a random cemetary'.

Ever since he'd graduated high-school, revealed himself to his parents and discovered how deep prejudice and hate could run, and he'd run away to the Infinite Realms for sanctuary while his friends moved forward with their lives, he'd felt unmoored. A ghost with no haunt. Bored was too light a word for the gaping emptiness he felt in his chest, for the loneliness clawing at him. Clockwork, Wulf, Pandora they could help chip at the ache inside of him but not banish it. Not now that his family, his friends, were spread so far apart and so distant from him.

Not that he resented their choices, their distance, in fact he'd fought for them to do just that, to get out of Amity Park, to go to college, to become more than overworked teen superheroes. Still he missed them, even if he could visit them whenever he wanted. It was becoming clear as time moved forward that the world they belonged to and the one he did were two different things.

Danny Fenton couldn't go to college when his parents had declared him dead. Danny Fenton didn't exist as far as the government was concerned. Danny Phantom couldn't return to Amity when those same parents were waiting to capture him and tear him apart 'molecule by molecule'. Danny Phantom couldn't go back when the GIW were crawling over the town like ants.

So neither Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom returned to Amity after that day. And he made sure they couldnt follow him when he ensured the portal that took his life to function never opened again. He didn't need the portal any longer to get in and out of the Infinite Realms, and it was safer for the ghosts, his subjects, if the temptation of the Fenton portal was gone.

The world of the living was not yet ready to accept that the dead didn't always stay dead. And Danny would keep his people safe until they were.

Danny jolted from his lazing state of reverie when a pulse of emotion rocked through him, the strength of it stealing his breath if he had any to take.

Fear/Trapped/Dark/Fear/Help/HELP pounded into him and Danny frantically flipped around, head swiveling, poisonous green eyes wide as he triedf to locate the source. The emotions, the plea for help, burned his core, his Obsession screamed at him.

Help/SomeonePlease/Dark/Trapped/CANTBREATHE/HELP another wave of messages, of emotions pushed themselves at Danny and this time underneath the onslaught he could hear a rhythmic thudding. Danny looked down, horror filling him when he realized the thudding was coming from under the ground. From the grave he'd been hovering over for an hour now.

Danny flew down, sending back a wave of I'mHere/HelpIsComing/I'mComing to the boy trapped in his own coffin, feeling the intense wave of relief and hope sent back before he dived into the earth as if it wasn't there. Danny paused for a moment when he passed the thick wooden coffin, seeing a boy in the dark with wide, panicked blue eyes and fingers tipped with shredded nails and fresh blood.

"Hey, I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" Danny told the boy, keeping his voice gentle, soft. The boy jolted, fixating on the only source of light, Danny's growing green eyes. Danny hoped his smile came off as calming instead of 'freaky AF' as Tucker liked to call it. He grabbed the boy, Jason, as carefully as he could and then let his intangibility wash over the terrified teen as he lifted them both out of the coffin.

When they emerged from the coffin and the ground Danny set the teen down, leaning him against the gravestone, his own gravestone, and pulled back a bit. The boy was gasping in air as if the fetid, polluted air was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

Danny tilted his head as he watched the boy ground himself. Now that the emotions were leveling out and his Obsession was purring in contentment rather than growling in a frenzy, Danny could feel something off about the boy.

Disregarding the fact that he'd just come back from the dead, of course. But that wasn't the oddest thing Danny had seen in his afterlife. No the boy felt... not like a normal, living human. Not even like an Amity Park resident, who all felt more than slightly liminal. No this boy, this Jason Todd, felt closer to liminal than even Jazz, Tucker or Sam, who were three of the most liminal humans Danny had ever been around.

Jason felt almost...like a ghost. But not. Danny could feel the tickle in his throat that proceeded his ghost sense but the tell-tale mist never emerged. It was as if Jason was...like him. But Danny couldn't sense a core either. Even halfas had cores.

"Who are you?" Jason spoke, breaking Danny from his thoughts and examination. Jason was looking at him with a mix of gratitude and suspicion. Which, fair. Danny had just pulled him from his own coffin and there were so many questions that could stem from all of this, disregarding all the weirdness that was just Danny himself.

"I'm Danny, Danny Phantom. Or just Phantom. I go by either. And you're Jason, right?" Danny asked, smiling at the teen and oops, yeah that was definitely his scary smile based on the slight flinch there. It wasn't his fault his teeth were too sharp now and his lips split a bit too wide.

"How did you know that?" Jason asked, blue eyes narrowing. Danny nodded at the gravestone the boy was leaning against with a raised brow. Jason turned and almost toppled over from the movement. Danny frowned as the boy caught himself on his gravestone. His skin was still pale, too pale, and as Danny watched Jason swayed again.

"Shit. You're fading. You didn't form a core and your body isn't stabilizing." Danny cursed, moving towards the boy who scrambled back, only to be stopped by his grave.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jason asked, hands fisting as he tried to rise only to fall back to the ground when his legs refused to hold his weight.

"Saving your life. The dead aren't supposed to come back. There's always a price to pay, a balance that is struck. Currently, as you are, if I don't get enough ectoplasm in you to form your core, you'll fade and turn into a brain-dead husk." Danny told Jason, tone stern and no nonsense as he grabbed him. Jason made an effort to break free, but it was weak, and even at full strength, he wouldn’t have been able to break Danny's hold. Few in this realm could.

If they had the time, Danny would've approached this situation in a far different manner, but this close he could hear Jason's heartbeat, a weak flutter in his chest, skipping beats as it tried to fuel a body that was past saving. Jason didn't have the time for Danny to approach this gently and kindly, to coax trust out of the teen like he would a feral cat.

Jason had minutes left before his ectoplasm starved body consumed itself trying to make a core and failed because while wherever they were had more ambient ectoplasm than most places, it was far from enough to sustain the birth of a halfa. Maybe if Jason had stayed dead for another year, he'd have naturally formed a core and risen as a proper ghost. But that wasn't what happened, somehow he'd gathered enough to fix his body of whatever wounds or illness had put him in that coffin to begin with and come back to 'life' but without a core to sustain his body he'd be dead, again, in minutes. And Danny was not about to watch while a teenager, another teenager, died.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Jason hissed as Danny pushed his arms down and laid his clawed hands on Jason's chest.

"You don't. But you don't have another choice." Danny said with a shrug. "Now are you going to let me save your life or not?" Danny asked, not moving his hands. He'd save Jason either way but this would be easier if Jason worked with him.

"Fine." Jason spat and Danny smirked as his hands began to glow a toxic green that matched his eyes.

Ectoplasm pooled out of his hands and rushed into Jason, filling him until the boy glowed bright enough to rival the neon lights of the city around them. The green light flared around him like an aura, slowly shrinking but getting impossibly brighter as the glow centralized around his chest until a small glowing ball of green, like a trapped star, blazed from his chest.

Jason gasped, back arching as Danny pulled his hands away and the light vanished under Jason's skin. For a moment Jason's blue eyes burned green and his hair flashed snow white before returning to black, with one single lock of unearthly white left above his forehead. Jason collapsed back against his grave, chest heaving. Danny watched, eyes full of a sad understanding.

"What the fuck was that?" Jason panted out.

"Welcome to the world of the half alive, half dead." Danny said with a smile. "Want to get a burger and talk about it?" He asked, standing up and dusting off his hands.

"Make it a chili dog and you've got a deal."

~~~~~

Fixed some typos added some lines

Maybe I'll continue this AU. Maybe not. This scene was in my head for days and I wanted to share

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #jason todd #dpxdc #dcxdp #The King and his Red Knight #The King and his Red Knight AU #TKAHRK #TKAHRK AU #danny phantom fic #danny phantom au #Jazz took one look at Jason and adopted him mentally #Jazz to Danny later via text: I dont care how Jason joins our family via adoption or marriage BUT HES JOINING IT #Jazz saw a traumatized halfa desperate for a family and was reninded of Danny at 14 and her heart broke #Jazz gives off mom friend energy hard #Jason doesnt know what to do with all this love and support #Jason is also big mad that Danny is so tall #Youre taller how fucking dare you #Yes i gave Danny Jack's height hes 18 he grew some over 4 years #also those guns are Jasons emotional support guns #Jason is definitely still. a hurt bird but hes healing #cant wait for them to hear about the Joker #batman might not kill the Joker for Jason but Danny and Jazz most certainly will kill a man and hide a body #next up is either Sam and Tucker or Frighty for intros.#first thing Tucker will say to Jaspn: Batman is Mothman right?#and also I felt like making Skulker a big softy with too many pets hes a crazy cat lady Ember just accepts that she has 100 furbabies #and also no one think i hate Dick i love Richard Grayson with my whole heart but Jason has conflicted feelings towards him and THATS OKAY #it actually hurts me knowing Jasons 'alive' but Dick is still mourning him & will be for awhile cause Jason isnt ready to return to Gotham

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TGCF/SVSSS crossover in which Jun Wu transmigrates into the former CQM sect leader (let's pretend they look alike too) who died by botching a Heavenly Calamity and now Jun Wu wakes up in his body in the aftermath.

He realizes this world is very different from his own and then while he tries to figure out what actually happened, takes over sect leader duties. Which is very easy with his experience as Heavenly Emperor. Also, this sect has a peak filled with Ling Wens! :D (An Ding Peak) easy peasy.

He assists the disciple trials and takes notice of a malnourished boy, just at the age limit for starting cultivation, working diligently with the barest hint of desperation under an otherwise determined face. He invites him to Qiong Ding Peak, and while they perform the acceptance ceremony he asks his favorite question (2 men 1 cup.... lost in the desert)

And the boy instead of answering asks:

"Who are these men?"

Jun Wu hums.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

Jun Wu stares at him but the boy doesn't squirm or look away. The desperation suddenly stark.

"Would their identity change your answer?" The boy nods. "Very well, let's say you don't know either of them. You can't tell if they're rich or poor, neither is ugly, neither is handsome. You stand in front of them holding a cup filled with fresh water and the knowledge that if they don't drink from your cup they'll die. How would you fix this problem?" He smiles placidly as the boy thinks.

He doesn't think too long.

"I drink the cup."

Jun Wu is surprised, even the most selfish and entitled try to at least give the appearance of caring.

"Even if they died?"

"As long as I don't."

Jun Wu realized his mistake, this boy, dirty and thin as he was, was probably used to fighting for his food. Survival of the fittest and all that.

"Even if you knew one of them, what if they had a family? What would you do then?"

"I drink the cup."

"I see... Is there any scenario in which you don't drink the cup?" Jun Wu is amused enough he starts preparing the tea himself. He's already decided he'd take the boy in. He could do with someone unapologetically ruthless.

"If my brother is with me, I'd give him the cup."

Suddenly, Jun Wu doesn't like the boy anymore.

"I see. If one of the men in the desert is your brother, you'll give the cup to him, even if you die." Typical. Idealistic boys, who think they'll still know themselves at their worst.

"Yes, but I meant, if it's my brother, me, and two men in the desert, the cup goes to my brother."

"Hm."

He lets the tea steep, he's angry. He realized he might kill this boy if they keep talking. As he's about to dismiss him, acceptance ceremony be damned, the boy speaks again.

"And if there were a cup for each of us, then all would go to my brother."

Jun Wu stills. Then places a cup in front of the boy, pours tea, sits back.

"And why is that? only one cup would be enough to survive."

"To survive, yes, but he might still be thirsty after. Maybe he'd want to wash off some sweat, he's very fussy."

Ah, like Shi Wudu then. Jun Wu might have an useful piece in his hands after all.

The wicked always think that as long as they're acting on behalf of the truly virtuous, every action is justified and therefore merit no punishment. Everything goes, if it's to let the innocent remain ignorant.

It might've been fun had he not met this type before.

"Is he older or younger?"

"Younger."

"I see. And, if your brother wouldn't die from thirst, and you had five cups in your hand."

"Four would go to him, and one for me."

A bit more selfless than Shi Wudu. Which makes him a bit more boring. This boy probably wouldn't even try to strangle his brother before he was killed.

"And let the other two die?" The boy nods again, though now there's something his mannerisms are coated in embarrassment.

Well, since he already went down memory lane, Jun Wu simply must ask: "And if the price was to let a kingdom burn for getting that brother a cup of water even if he wouldn't die without it. Or let a kingdom thrive, while your brother stays as he is. What would you do?"

"Is my brother thirsty?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll give him the cup."

"He would not die."

"He would be thirsty."

Disappointing, this new disciple of his, but the boy might just live.

"Is your brother so righteous and kind that his life is worth more than the lives of the people of this kingdom?"

"My brother's life is worth two cups of rice, and as of late, a gold coin."

Jun Wu paused in confusion. What a horrible thing to say. Stated as a fact, hard as a stone. Is his brother's life not worth other's? How can he be so certain of the needed currency to bargain his brother's soul.

"And would he be happy? All those lives lost just for temporary comfort?"

"He wouldn't be happy."

With strong morals yet not worth enough to buy more than a few meals. At some point worth only two meals? What sort of contradictory creature is this boy related to?

"He would hate you for it."

"No, he wouldn't be happy either way. But if I did give him the water, he would not be sad. Just upset."

"Upset at the deaths?"

"Upset at all the smoke."

Jun Wu bursts out laughing. He laughs and laughs so hard he starts crying. The boy remains still as a statue, confused, scared.

And Jun Wu laughs, laughs as he wipes tears, laughs as he pours himself a cup and drinks, tea spilling on his robes. The boy quickly copies him, studies him as if to decide whether he's a threat or not.

Jun Wu forces himself to stop, his smile uncontrollably pulling at his skin.

Oh what a nasty, selfish child must this mysterious brother be. And yet, this soft spoken boy would doom hundreds for his ephemeral comfort.

"Where is that brother of yours? Was he at the disciple selection trial?"

The boy looks away for the first time, shakes his head.

"No... He's in a bad place. I need to go get him, this is why I need to become a cultivator, so I can help him."

"How noble, he needs rescue, hm?"

"Yes."

Jun Wu smiles, eyes gleaming.

"Then you're in the right place to achieve the power to do so. Welcome, Disciple Yue, to Qiong Ding. From now on you will refer to me as Shizun, and you'll work hard to do our sect proud."

The boy perked up, shoulders sagging in relief.

"Yes, Shizun."

"I see great promise in you, Yue Qi, and a good heart."

"Thank you, Shizun."

"It would be nothing less than tragic to see it break. Because of that, when you're ready, I'll go with you to retrieve your brother, and we'll find a place for him in our sect."

The boy's face illuminated, eyes wet and hopeful. His lower lip trembled, but he did not cry. Yue Qi took a deep breath, and then let it go. He regarded Jun Wu as if he knew the true identity of the man he was facing, as if he had been given the most marvellous of blessings.

"Shizun will help me save Xiao Jiu?"

Jun Wu nodded with a serene smile as the seed of worship was planted in the soul of such an unlucky boy.

Worship would not do it, not anymore. Worship was conditional to what miracles he could perform, and Jun Wu was no longer a god.

Love though. Love could bring down empires, change fates. Worship could never compare to love. Being worshipped wasn't enough.

"This Shizun swears. We'll rescue Xiao Jiu, Yue Qi."

Not likely, but who knows what the future holds.

"It all depends on you, my disciple. I have put all my faith in your hands. I know you won't disappoint your brother, and you won't disappoint me."

Yue Qi bowed as tears finally started pouring down his sweet, dirty face.

"Thank you, Shizun. This disciple promises to exceed Shizun's expectations." His voice wobbled but his speech was clear. Jun Wu rested a reassuring hand on the poor child's shoulder.

"I'm certain. I have been waiting a long time for a disciple like you,"

Jun Wu made the mistake of trying to mould Xie Lian to his image, and it ended with that boy proving Jun Wu rotten and weak.

Jun Wu would not try the same with Yue Qi. That was not what he truly wanted, what he actually needed.

He needed a ruthless, devout, unlucky, little tragedy of a boy who would never, ever leave.

Someone who could love nasty, rotten, selfish, creatures who only get upset at the smell of the bodies at their feet.

#btw sj as a child is not rotten or evil or anything he's just an innocent boy in a horrible place. Jun Wu is just crazy #svsss #tgcf #yue qingyuan #jun wu #junyue #?#whatever #this came up because of a conversation I had in the notes of another post I'm sorry 😭#at meetings jw keeps calling an ding the ling wen peak and people think he's trying to be funny so everybody awkward chuckles #yqy #jw #mip #grae I got too invested #ik you meant bratty didi jw but my mind went immediately what IF yqy was the didi #jw: what if instead if xl being me I become xl. that's gotta be better #more healthy

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