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Come Hell or High Water

Ao3 Link Fandom: DC Characters: Slade Wilson, Tim Drake, Ruth Benson(OC), Dennis Bradly(OC), Ben Martínez(OC) Word Count: 2,273 Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings: Mentioned Rose Wilson, Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Slade Wilson is Not Deathstroke, Alternate Universe - no heroes, Protective Slade Wilson, Good Slade Wilson, Slade Wilson is Good With Kids, Merperson Tim Drake, Kid Tim Drake, Abused Tim Drake, Bad Parents Jack Drake and Janet Drake, Slade Wilson is Tim Drake's Parent

Prompt/Day 20: Aquarium

Summary: There's a 'code yellow' called in at the rehabilitation and conservation center for marine life and merfolk. Slade joins the rescue crew.

Slade helped skinning and cutting up the salmon for the pods.

When he's coworker Ruth rushed by in a panic.

Immediately Slade was on alert.

"What's wrong?"

Ruth turned back to shout, "Code yellow, New Bank Beach!"

"Shit," Slade cursed as he ripped his apron and gloves off, joining the rescue crew.

They ran for the truck with the big glass tank in the truck bed, it was a crew of eight people.

Slade and Ruth rode on the back truck bed with another coworker of theirs.

"Can you give me the details?" Slade just barely asked without it sounding like a demand.

Ruth understanding where Slade was coming from took no offense.

"Nothing other than beached mer on New Bank," Ruth informed with anger, she hated when callers wouldn't explain how bad it was or what could be wrong.

Slade cursed again, he mentally prepared himself to face the worst outcome.

When they got to the location, Slade jumped out the vehicle before it was put in park.

"Wilson!" one of the workers called out, but Slade ignored them.

There was a crowd in the parking lot and they all were looking out to the small beach with their phones out filming. Slade wasn't gentle in pushing people aside, this could be a matter of live or death for the creature, there was no time to waste.

Finally when Slade got to the front of the crowd and could see the beached merfolk he was livid.

That wasn't a beach adult mer, it was pup. Starved on top of that and dry beyond belief.

Slade without a care for regulation when it came to these situations ran down to the beach. He would save that child, come hell or high water, nothing could stop him.

The crowd screamed at his actions, about how dangerous the mer was. Slade scoffed at their ignorance. Some of the rescue crew shouted for him to stop, to follow protocol.

Slade didn't care.

The pup was more important then his job or their company's reputation. The closer Slade got the more he noticed how much worse the pup's condition was.

The pup's tail was covered in muck like it wasn't cleaned properly, it was so poorly taken care of that some of the scales were gone. Slade could count every rib and possibly count each vertebrae if he turned the pup over.

The pup gave a wheeze, meant to be a whistle call of distress, Slade immediately responded with clicks mimicking the parental mer sound for 'I'm right here'.

The pup gave a whine, trying to lift their arms up to find him.

Without a second of hesitation Slade knelt down and picked the pup up in his arms. He could hear the gasps from the crowd, some even screamed for him to put the monster down.

Slade paid them no mind.

The rescue crew was only half way down the beach when Slade turns around, heading for the truck.

"Wilson! You can't just-" One of the coworkers, Dennis, trails off at the sight of the mer pup. "Oh my-"

Slade looked Dennis in the eye, "Don't finish that sentence."

Dennis' mouth clamped shut in respect.

"Turn back around!" Ruth ordered the rest of the crew. "Make way for Wilson!"

Slade fixed his hold on the pup and began to run toward the truck. Slade could feel the pup's breaths get shallower.

"Move!" Slade shouted at the crowd.

They barely part way for him, some even tried to touch the pup. The crew formed a barrier around Slade and the precious cargo in his arms. Once to the truck Dennis got on the truck bed first, holding out his arms to take the pup.

"Here let me."

Slade ignored him, he fix his hold one more time and put one foot on the back tire and lifted himself up, swinging the other foot around on truck bed.

"Or do that too." Denis blinked in shock.

Quickly, Slade lifted the pup over the lip of the tank and put him. Once in the water the pup's eyes opened, revealing the sharpest blue Slade had every seen looking right at him.

The pup gave a high pitched cry, reaching out of the tank for Slade, but he was too weak to latch on to the man's arms leaving the tank.

"Damn, Wilson," Ruth halfheartedly complained, "he imprinted on you."

The tank only came up to Slade's chest, so Slade shrugged as he got in the tank in one fluid motion, in the tank the pup held on to him and Slade took him back in his arms with easy.

"Not the first time," he reasoned.

Ruth shook her head with a smile.

The pup whined again trying to get Slade's attention even while in his arms. Slade looked down, blue eye met blue eyes. The pup blew bubbles in frustration.

"I know that look on your face, you're going to name him aren't you?" Ruth accused.

Slade shot his eye to her, before looking right back to the mer.

"Peter?" Slade tried the name out loud.

Slade shook his head, it didn't feel right.

"Michael?"

The pup furrowed their brow in confusion.

"Timothy?" This one sounded better, it felt good when he thought of the pup in his arms.

Slade really looked at the mer, and gave a short click to get their full attention.

The pup's big blue eyes locked onto him with lazar focus.

"Timothy?" Slade asked right to the mer.

Their pupils dilated and their gills flared, the pup scrunched their nose and gave a quick trill.

Slade hummed, "Tim?"

Tim gave a trill and pulled Slade under the water, Slade was only given a brief moment to take as deep of a breath he could before the plunge.

Dennis and Ruth panicked for the reaction, but Slade gave them a thumbs up to know he was fine.

Tim curled around him in the way very young mer pups would do, Slade hadn't thought about that when he find the pup but now he really focused on his size. Tim's "human" half was about the size of an thirteen year old, with a tail that was about four to five feet long, but merfolk aged differently then humans, while mers looked older they were actually younger.

Slade would put Tim around eight to nine year old pup. One that should still be with his pod, his parents would never have let him out of their sight at this age. It wasn't until a mer was around twenty-three that they were allowed to go off on their own, even at that age they were expected to come back after while.

Mers had a longer lifespan then humans, it's believed that mers lifespan are two to possibly three times that of a humans, which is why it was so unusual for Tim to be beached. It had to be deliberate, it was abuse, it was abandonment.

Slade wrapped an arm around Tim's waist and pulled him to his chest, Slade flip on to his back, and held Tim like he was an baby otter. Some mer parents held their pups like this. They were still underwater, the movement splashed some water out the tank and right on Ruth and Dennis.

"Slade!" Ruth scolded, fear was in her eyes.

She lifted herself up to try and grab Slade to bring him up for air.

It had been well over the average time to hold your breath underwater now. Luckily, Slade had training and was enhanced so he could go for longer. Tim's gills fluttered in warning, he felt threatened by Ruth reaching into the tank.

Slade wrapped his arms around Tim's locking him in place, as he rubbed the pup's arms with his thumb in reassurance.

Once Tim settled in his arms, Slade floated the two to the water surface, truly looking like a mama otter and her baby.

"I'm fine," Slade told Ruth. "Let's roll out."

Ruth gave him a pinched look, "Slade, we have to put the cover seal on, you need to get out."

"Put it on, I'm staying right here."

"Slade! We're over forty minutes away from the facility, no can hold their breath for that long!" Ruth stressed, she couldn't do that to him.

"Tell the driver to floor it, it is an emergency. Knowing Ben, if he floored it, he could make in around twenty-five minutes. I can hold off of that long."

Ruth's face turned red, she screamed at him, "THAT'S NOT HUMANLY POSSIBLE!"

Tim whined at the noise and twisted in Slade's hold. Slade gently pushed Tim's head to his chest, and hummed a low melody, the pup became dead weight, the deep breathing told Slade he was asleep.

"Do it, Ruth," Slade advised. "I'll be a-okay, promise."

Slade took some deep breathes before the cover was sealed and he held his breath, submerging back under the water.

Vaguely, Slade could hear Dennis shout to Ben, "floor it!"

In an instant, Slade could feel the trunk be put in drive and Ben did a doughnut to get out of the parking lot and on to the road. The emergency lights were kicked on as Ben drove straight for their rehabilitation and conservation center.

Slade looked down to the sleeping pup, he rolled over in his arms, his face scrunched at the sound of the sirens and lights.

A police car rushed a head of the truck, Slade could only assume Ben called a police escort and or blockade, giving the crew a straight shot for the center.

The noise was finally enough to wake Tim up from the little power nap, he was face to face with Slade. By the look on his face, it seemed the pup was really looking at Slade for the first time.

Curious blue eyes traced over his features, Tim slowly brought a hand up to Slade's eye patch, he tapped the hard yet flexible shell once before Slade gingerly pulled the pup's hand down.

Tim pouted, but moved on in his investigation of his new parent.

It was then that he noticed no gills on his parent. In a panic, Tim pushed away from Slade and tried to breach the water's surface, yet only hit his head against the tank's sealed cover.

Struggling, but determined Tim still tried to push the roof off again.

Tim looked at Ruth on the other side of the tank slammed his hands on the tank in front of her, he slammed again and again, until he went back to pushing against the cover.

Slade watched on in shook and pride. The pup knew he wasn't merfolk, and human's couldn't breath underwater; Tim was trying to save him.

Slade looked at Ruth and could see her conflicting emotions; her amazement at Tim's empathy, her anger of not being able to help, and her fear that Slade wouldn't make it.

Slade gently grabbed Tim and held the back of his head, until their forehead touched.

He brought the pup's hand up to his throat, while gills weren't there nor could he breath right now, Slade put the pup's hand right on his pulse.

His heartbeat was almost normal, just slightly elevated due to the situation finding Tim in the condition he was in. Tim was still at risk for starvation, malnutrition, and other health risks. He wasn't at the brink of death like he was.

Tim froze at feeling the heartbeat, he slowly moved under Slade's head until his chin rested on Tim's dark hair.

It was normal for a mer pup to seek comfort or shelter under their parent's chin. It was also a way pup's asked for forgiveness.

Slade ran a hand through the pup's hair, Tim relaxed into his touch.

It seemed Slade could add touch-starvation to the list of health issues. Luckily, Slade knew the best remedy for such thing.

Slade braced himself and the pup as a the truck slammed on the breaks, Ruth and Dennis quickly ripped the tank's cover off. Slade stood in the tank, as he took a steady deep breath for air.

"How long?" Slade asked Ben who just got out the truck.

"Nineteen minutes," Ben answered.

Slade whistled in astonishment, he looked over to Ruth who looked ready to kill him.

"You crazy-!" Ruth started before Slade cut her off.

"There are kids around, careful what you say."

Ruth glared daggers at him.

Just as Slade was going to retort back, Tim snuck his arms around Slade's neck and gave a short imperfect purr.

Slade readjusted Tim's arms to be tighter, so he hooked his arm under Tim's tail and used his free arm to lift them up and out the tank in one move.

Tim trilled at the movement, while Ruth and Dennis shouted in surprise. Ben smirked at the show of strength, he'd know Slade would pull something like this.

Slade hopped down from the truck bed and walked toward his caretaker side of the center.

"Wilson! You need to follow protocol!" one of the workers, Corrine, called to him in outrage.

Slade continued his walk with Tim in his arms, "He's mine!"

Dennis rubbed his temples, explaining to Corrine what Slade meant, "the pup's bonded! There's no stopping him!"

"Damn it, Wilson," Corrine cursed, "not again!"

Ben leaned against the truck.

"So, who's going to tell Rose she has another water sibling?" Ben asked the rescue crew.

"Not it!" Dennis shouted, jumping off the truck and running into the rehabilitation part of the center.

Ruth pinched the bridge of her nose, "I will."

Ben saluted her, "thanks Belle."

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#vera's version #dc #au gust 2025 #slade wilson #tim drake #ocs #mermaid au

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vera-bees-hyperfixations · 8 days ago

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Nightwing's Gordon

Ao3 Link Fandom: DC Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Slade Wilson Word Count: 1,748 Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, SWAT Officer Slade Wilson, Slade Wilson is Not Deathstroke, Police Officer Rose Wilson, Former Police Officer Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Tim Drake is Robin (DCU), Jason Todd is Red Hood, Respawn goes by Asher, Firefighter Grant Wilson, Joseph Wilson is Jericho

Prompt/Day 19: Alignment Swap

Summary: Red Hood needs information for a gang that's been moving into his territory, their base lead to Blüdhaven, and the only way for Jason to get his information in that city was to go to the city's hero and golden child, Nightwing. Somethings not even the Bat knew about get revealed to him and the pretender.

"So, Nightwing," Red Hood started, "who's your informant we're meeting?"

The anti-hero looked around the area he followed the vigilante to, before making eye contact with the masked replacement.

"And where are you taking us?" Robin asked the following question.

Nightwing stayed silence for a moment, "Don't worry about it, just a few blocks from here."

The two teenagers huffed at the answer, they were both concerned because they had been led to the rich residential side of Blüdhaven.

The three stopped on a specific roof, Nightwing whistled a haunting melody, only something you'd hear from a Gotham Native.

It made the hair on Red Hood's neck stand up, Robin gave a tiny shiver as his only reaction.

From one of the apartments below their feet, a tune matching Nightwing's responded back.

"Nightwing," Red Hood stressed.

The vigilante gave him a bright grin.

"I know what I'm doing, Hood, have a little faith?" Nightwing requested of the anti-hero.

Red Hood held himself back from saying his snide remark. It wouldn't do him any good picking a fight with the one person who can get him his information in the forsaken city.

'Why even care for it?' Jason thought to himself.

It would be better to leave this city to rot, there is no one supporting it, other then Nightwing himself.

Hood bit his lip.

Blüdhaven, in it's entirety, was as bad as Crime Alley. If not worse.

Hood's replacement fiddled with his utility belt, looked like reorganizing it. The younger teen was oblivious to his surroundings like that, unlike Red Hood who was surveying the area around the apartment they stopped at.

Nightwing was too relaxed for the meet up, the vigilante was doing a handstand on one of the units.

"Why are we just-" Jason was cut off by another voice from behind him.

"What'd ya need this time, punk." It was deep and spoke with authority.

Hood whipped around and unholstered his gun, while Robin pulled out his bo staff, getting in a fighting stance.

There at the edge of the roof stood a man bigger and taller than Jason, he had medium length white hair and a goatee. Presumably, his left eye was missing, due to being covered with a black eye patch. He wore a short sleeved gray shirt, and dark gray sweatpants with black tactical boots.

"Who are you?" Jason questioned, he rose his gun aimed for the target's head.

The man only cocked his head to the side.

It was only then did Jason notice Nightwing gave no reaction to the unknown man. Like he was expecting him…

"Damn it, Dickface!" Jason shouted at the older vigilante.

"Name," the man called out, it wasn't like Batman's bite of an order that would result in punishment, it was like calling out a reminder to a loved one before they left for somewhere.

Jason froze.

So did the Replacement.

"He knows," the Replacement hissed to Nightwing.

It was then that Nightwing got out of his handstand by flipping off the utility unit with ease.

Once straightened, he shrugged at Robin like it was no big deal. Like some guy, not even the Big Bat probably knew about, knowing his identity as Dick Grayson was okay.

The man signed.

"You haven't told them anything." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

Dick grinned at the older man.

"Where's the fun in that?" Jason could feel the eye roll hidden behind the mask. "Anyway, Hood here needs info on few people making trouble in Gotham, they aren't Natives that's for sure."

The man hummed in acknowledgment.

"Come on." He nodded his head towards below the roof. "I know you vigilante folk like to have talks on the roof, but this would be better with some tea in a closed off area."

"You expect me to trust and go to a secondary location with an unknown informant?" Robin questioned with bravado.

That got a chuckle out of the man.

"No, I don't expect you to trust me. Trust that your older brother won't take you to an informant that would harm you."

Nightwing walked between the two teens, and headed for the unknown. Once close enough, the man ruffled Dick's hair.

The movement had too much normalcy for Jason's comfort.

Nightwing turned back to the younger boys.

"I trust him, and I trust him with you. The best way I can explain it, he's my Gordon."

Hood couldn't argue with that, neither could Robin it seemed.

Begrudgingly, the teens followed Nightwing and the man down the building and into an open window.

The apartment was pretty big.

It seemed to be two or three bedroom apartment, with a large living room where a long couch and three cozy looking chairs were arranged around an oval coffee table. The dining room flowed into the kitchen were food was being cooked from the smell of it.

It felt homey, too homey from the threat of the man to live here.

Red Hood and Robin stayed near the window, watching how at home Nightwing seemed in the stranger's residence.

The front door opened, revealing a tall and muscular man, he paid the teens no attention.

"Hey, Nighthawk!" The new stranger said toward Nightwing.

Nightwing jokingly sneered a the name used, "how've you been, Hothead?"

'Hothead' rolled his eyes.

"I saw you last week, dipshit."

"Yeah! It's been a week too long!" Nightwing lightheartedly defended.

'So, Dick visited these people a lot…' Jason thought to himself almost bitterly.

Why did Dick get to have this?

"Hey, Dickhead, can you stop bullshitting and get me the info you promised?" Jason snapped.

"Language," the white-haired stranger called out from the kitchen.

It was no where close to being said with Alfred's disappointment. Just a tired reminder to think before you speak.

Jason locked his jaw.

"Why-" Jason was cut off as a eight year old boy with white hair walked out of, presumably, a bedroom.

"Is dinner done yet?" the kid asked.

"Just about, you can come make your bowl while the bead finishes in the oven," the older man explained.

The boy rushed to the kitchen, as another person exited a door. A woman this time, with platinum blonde hair that was wet from a shower, she wore a tank top and leggings, both were black.

"Oh no you don't Ash!" the woman called out chasing the boy into the kitchen.

"No fighting in the kitchen!"

The older man walked in the living room, wiping his hands with a dish towel.

"You want to eat? I made a enough for y'all to have some," The man offered, "or would you only like some tea?"

Robin bristled, "and how do I know you didn't poison it."

Surprisingly the other people didn't react to the accusation toward the older man. At some point Nightwing disappeared.

"You can make you're own bowl and tea." The older man held up his hand, before Robin could continue. "Trust that I wouldn't hurt my kids, if you take form the communal pot."

Robin bit a his lip in thought, a habit he learned from Nightwing.

Nightwing a merged from a different bedroom in sweats and a long sleeve, instead of his suit. Only thing left on was his mask, and Jason can only assume it's for Robin and his comfort more then his own or the family of strangers.

"I don't even know your name!" Robin bit back.

It was an issue that Jason had as well.

The man chuckled, "I'm sorry, that wasn't very hospitable of me now."

The apology was sincere, that Jason knew. It was that same fact that put him more on edge.

"I'm Slade Wilson," The older man introduced himself, "team leader for BPD S.W.A.T. and help Nightwing out with getting police information."

The man turned to look at the people in the kitchen.

"The man that walked in was my oldest son Grant. He's a firefighter, hence the nickname 'Hothead' but also because he's too impulsive. The young lady is my only daughter Rose, she works as a police officer for BPD, she worked along side Dick for while before he resigned. Then you saw my youngest, that's Nolan, but he prefers his nickname Asher."

Slade turned back to the two teens, there was a way he carried himself that just made Jason want to trust him in away he's never felt before. Slade looked like what you're mind would think of when you thought of protection and care.

Slade continued on, "I'm missing one kid, my second oldest, Joey. You might know him better as the hero Jericho."

That explained everything to Jason and Tim. Of course, Slade would pick up on Dick being Nightwing, he had his own son fighting crime as a vigilante.

Knowing this family is one with a hero, that helped relax Tim and Jason a great deal.

With easy, Jason unlatched his helmet, and placed on the coffee table.

"What's for dinner?" Jason asked.

Slade gave him a warm smile, "White bean chicken chili."

"And the info I need?"

Dick groaned from the kitchen, "Stop talking and come eat! The job can be handled after!"

Jason gave in, so did Tim. The three left in the living room went to the kitchen and made themselves each a bowl of the tasty chili.

Everyone sat around the dinner table and chatted about jobs they've done and shenanigans they'd seen or been a part of.

It was a wonderful night full of laughter and jokes.

It was a night Jason didn't know he needed.

While Dick played with Asher, Jason got the information he needed from Rose and Slade. Grant chimed in with formulating a plan of action as well.

When Dick suited up again as Nightwing and the Gotham trio left the apartment, the oldest turned to Jason, who'd put his helmet back on.

"Was the wait worth it?"

Red Hood said nothing as he leaped from roof top to roof top. There was no need to say anything.

The Wilson Family knew they'd meet with the anti-hero again, along with a migrating bird.

Slade was already looking online at spare clothes to have at his home for the teenagers, while Grant was theorizing with Rose what mugs would be added to the family collection for the two. And Dick? He was just glad for the his younger brothers to meet his second family, and know they have support outside of Gotham and Bruce.

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#vera's version #au gust 2025 #dc #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #slade wilson #rose wilson #grant wilson #joey wilson #respawn dc

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vera-bees-hyperfixations · 10 days ago

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Rest for The Wicked

Ao3 Link Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Palpatine Word Count: 324 Rating: T Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergence - Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, Anakin Skywalker Lives, Darth Vader Redemption, Protective Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker Kills Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Luke Skywalker Needs A Hug, Good Luke Skywalker, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Anakin Skywalker is So Done

Prompt/Day 16: Rest

Summary: In the final battle Vader does die, and Anakin is back.

Darth Vader used the force and snapped his Master's neck, throwing the corpse into the reactor shaft.

Luke watched on in disbelief; he was stunned that his father saved him, but his heart grew with hope as well.

There was a chance his father really did have good still in him.

Vader moved to the, now dead, Emperor's throne and sat down, dispirited.

"I am tired of this pointless Order. Luke, I want you to walk out of here and claim you have killed me, and if that is too extreme for you, only claim that I am dead."

Luke frowned his brow in confused, "but I just got you back."

Vader observed his son.

"I'm tired. Until I am out of this suit, Vader is still alive to the galaxy; you may call me Anakin when I have my body back. I will travel to an unknown planet and finally rest."

"How will I find you?" Luke questioned with urgency.

Vader gave a breathy chuckle.

"You will find me when I want you to find me." Vader gestured to the elevator. "Go to the rebellion, tell them the battle is won."

Luke finally listened to his father, after he gave him a gentle push in the force. It felt light and calm. It filled Luke with the reassurance he will see his father again.

With Luke gone, and the Death Star about to blow up, Anakin Skywalker stayed seated on his Master's throne. Just when he should have died, the child of the force pulled himself to safety.

The Emperor was killed, along with his Apprentice Darth Vader.

Far off in the galaxy, Anakin smiled for the first time in years. He opened himself up to the force, feeling the joy as the news got around to everyone.

The war was truly over.

Anakin could rest for the first time in his life. He guessed there was rest for the wicked after all.

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#vera's version #star wars #au gust 2025 #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker

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vera-bees-hyperfixations · 13 days ago

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Superman 2025 was fantastic. I enjoyed literally every moment of it. Have some Robins instead.

Once again, I could not resist the calls of sibling dynamics

#damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #nightwing #red hood #red robin #dc robin #batfam #I LOVE THIS

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vera-bees-hyperfixations · 13 days ago

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The Interview

Ao3 Link Fandom: Danny Phantom Characters: Star/Danny Fenton, Dan Phantom, Word Count: 1,134 Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Actors, Actor Dan Phantom, Human Dan Phantom, Older Sibling Dan Phantom, Human Danny Fenton, Actress Star, Dan Phantom is Called Cadan, Danny Fenton and Dan Phantom are Siblings, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Slow Dancing, SFX Artist Danny Fenton

Prompt/Day 13: Monsters & Horror

Summary: Co-stars Cadan Fenton and Star Knight get asked if they are in a relationship a lot. Star decided to finally put those rumors to rest; she's not dating her brother-in-law. Sadly, her boyfriend Danny Fenton was not ready for that info bomb. He hadn't even proposed yet!

"Hi, I'm Kayla from Enjoyment Daylight, and I have here Star Knight, and Cadan Fenton! The stars of 'Monster In The Woods, Man In The Cabin', which is in theaters now."

The interviewer turned toward the stars, "how are you two today?"

"Doing great personally," Star smiled.

Cadan snorted, "I got nothing to complain about."

Star raised her eyebrow to him with a smirk.

"I give you something to complain if you like," she bantered.

Cadan reached over to shove her face away, she squealed at the action.

Kayla watched on with intention.

The interview continued on like normal, about the things going on with the movie. Until the inevitable line of questions came.

"You're pretty close, huh," the interviewer commented.

"Well I'd hope we were, this movie took two and half years to make, and that's not even talking about our other projects we've worked on together," Star explained with enthusiasm, to hide the condescension undertone.

Cadan flicked her forearm, she filched back with a pout. She knew he caught on.

"Ah, that's right this is your seventh movie together! Your on screen chemistry is impeccable, but I wonder hows the chemistry off screen. Do you spend time together between shoots?" Kayla raised her eyebrows for emphasize.

Star could barely hold back a look of horror and disgust at what the woman was implying. Star took a quick glance over to Cade to see his eyes narrowed.

Without missing a beat, Star would finally put all the dating rumors to rest.

"I love spending time with Cadan, he's best brother-in-law a gal can ask for," Star shared with the biggest smile on her face, for the first time this interview it was real, "his family really welcomed me with open arms. It does help that I've known them since I was a little girl. I went to school with my beloved."

Kayla's eyes widen at the story, "you're married?!"

Star laughed as Cade looked at the time of filming.

"Whelp, that's the end of the interview! Remember you can see 'Monster In The Woods, Man In The Cabin' now in theaters!" Cade unapologetically said rapping up the video.

The camera's cut. Cade got down from the chair and helped Star down, the two walked off set without another word.

Kayla scrabbled to get off her seat and follow them.

"When did you get married? Who's your spouse? Why wait to share the information?" Kayla bombard the two co-stars.

Cade signaled to their bodyguards, Walker and Bullet, to hold Kayla off, as they went to the car.

Star entered her boyfriend's apartment, tired from all the press she had done.

She looked into the living room to see her boyfriend hunched over his phone, with headphone on.

"Star," Danny called out in a haunted tone.

She froze where she was. That tone was only used when Danny panics and or she messed something up and he's not mad, just highly confused and needs clarification.

"Yes, my haunted love?" Star asked in warm manner.

Even when he was like this she couldn't help feeling loved by him and therefore expressed her own love to him.

"Why," he stressed, "would you say that?"

Star owlishly blinked at him, "say what?"

Danny waved his arms around like that helped explain it.

"The- The- The- The thing!?" he finally got out, more panicked this time.

"I need more specifics, Boo," Star gently reasoned.

"THE INTERVIEW!" Danny snapped, shooting up form the couch and pacing the living room in a sporadic manner, sometimes walking over furniture.

Star watched on in confusion, chanting 'interview, interview, interview' in her head trying to come up with an answer to the behavior.

"Saying Cadan is my bother-in-law?" Star guessed.

"YES!" Danny shouted throwing his arms up in the air.

Star snorted at her boyfriend's reaction.

Danny looked at her like she had three heads, though his eyes lit up at the sound of her laugh, he absolutely loved the way she laughed.

"What did you want me to say? It does put the dating rumors to rest," Star explained.

"Yes! Yes. That's true and I'm happy about that, don't get me wrong," Danny stressed, his voice wavered. "It's… It's bring attention to me, they will find me and tear me apart."

Star's eyes softened. She walked over to him and grabbed his arms, causing him to look up at her and stop his passing.

"You are the smartest, most talented SFX artist in Hollywood, your name is known by all the workers, producers, writers, and actors. You make the best monsters anyone has every seen, heard and experienced. I am proud of you, we all are so proud of you." Both Star and Danny had tears rolling down their face. "If you don't think all of Hollywood won't protect you. They will. I know they will."

"I'll ruin your career," Danny whispered.

Star gave a wet laugh.

"No you won't. I know I chose the spotlight and you prefer to be in the background out of sight, but with you I can actually be myself, with you don't have to worry about my real laugh, or what I wear, how I sound. You get me. I'm the luckiest girl in the world. If being with you means I give up acting, I will chose you a thousand times over."

Danny stared in shock at her. It made her sad that he still struggled to believe her.

He broke his arms free to hold her face in his hands, he kissed her like it was his last breath, when he broke away and rested his forehead on hers, he wore the biggest grin.

One that she matched.

They both gave breathy laughs as he took her in his arms lifting her up and spinning the two of them around.

He kissed her again, and gentle set her on the ground. She didn't move away, took his hand in hers and placed her other hand on his shoulder.

"Technus, play Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley."

The music started playing through the surround sound speakers. The couple slow danced in their living room staring lovingly into each other's eyes the whole time.

"You know, it was pretty horrifying listening to the interviewer ask about you and Dan being together," Danny admitted as a shiver ran down his spin at the thought.

Star made a gagging noise at the reminder.

"Tell me about, I think if it had happened a few years ago he would have decked her for it."

Danny chuckled at that, "yeah, he so would have."

The two broke into a fit of giggles at the imagery.

They continued to dance in their own little world, there was no need for the drama that was unfolding online, not when they had each other.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

#vera's version #au gust 2025 #danny phantom #danny fenton #star danny phantom #dan phantom #danny fenton x star danny phantom #actor au

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Red Field, Bloody Snow

Ao3 Link Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Rikkae Akkogg (OC), Titaavu Trunch (OC), Irva Zoggroq(OC), Gujer Ourbila (OC) (all ocs are mandos) Word Count: 3,032 Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Werewolf Obi-Wan Kenobi, Hurt/Comfort, Qui-Gon Jinn is Obi-Wan Kenobi's Parent, Bad Parent Qui-Gon Jinn, Cuddling & Snuggling, Found Family, Mando'a Language (Star Wars), Young Obi-Wan Kenobi, Blood and Injury, Medical Inaccuracies, Injury Recovery, Force Bond (Star Wars), Broken Force Bonds (Star Wars)

Prompt/Day 12: Vampires VS Werewolves

Summary: Obi-Wan had been run off from his own pack and left for dead. Instead for having a tortuous death to the elements he chose to enter vampire territory for a quick one. Instead he found safety and new home in a place that all his live he'd been told were heartless monsters and he'd be killed on sight.

Obi-Wan stumbled through the snowy woods. He was bleeding from small cuts that littered his body.

His packmates exiled him, chased him out his home, hurt him, and tossed him over the edge of a cliff.

It was the earlier days of winter, food was scarce, and it had been the first fall of snow that day. It was late afternoon that Obi-wan was chased out.

The cliff wasn't high enough to fatally injure him, but it did crack some ribs and his ankle was twisted. He was still slowly bleeding from the bite wounds and scratches on him.

If his pack didn't want him and his father severed his bond with him, Obi-Wan was truly alone. With no where to go, no where to seek help, or shelter. If he tried to enter the territory, there was a chance they would take it to imprison him and continuously hurt him.

The boy did the only thing he could think of.

Obi-Wan picked himself off the snowy ground and walked right for the vampire territory.

This was truly an unforgivable act any werewolf could make.

It took him hours to get there; most of his wounds stopped bleeding. He got pretty far in their territory.

No vampire approached him, but he could feel their eyes on him, tracking him, since before he was even in their territory.

Finally, Obi-Wan couldn't move any more and laid down on his side in the snow. Obi-Wan's breathing became more shallow; he closed his eyes.

The pain, both mental and physical, was too much now.

It was then that the circle of vampires revealed themselves.

"What are you doing here vaar'ika," a deep voice cut through the quiet night.

"For help," Obi-wan crocked out.

The vampire laughed, "help? Help with what exactly?"

"My death," Obi-Wan answered honestly.

There was not a sound or movement made at his answer.

Obi-Wan felt the wind move in an unnatural way; he opened his eyes to see the first vampire, a male with white facial markings, standing a couple of feet in front of him and a female vampire with silver hair and black facial markings leaning over from behind him to look at his face.

He assumes the one from behind was the disturbance with the wind.

"What happened to you?" the female vampire asked in a tone of disbelief.

Obi-Wan gave a hum at the question, unsure what she meant.

He turned over on his back; it hurt, but he wanted to face her. The bite mark on his shoulder and the claw wounds on his chest were on full display for the vampires.

Obi-Wan could hear some sharp breaths taken due to the smell of his blood.

"Gunjer," the female vampire said in a stressed tone, before turning soft toward Obi-Wan. "Explain yourself ad'ika."

Obi-Wan's eyes struggled to focus on her, but he spoke clearly in his explanation.

"The difference between Werewolves and Vampires is simple when it comes to the death of another. Werewolves never kill; they injure and let nature take its course, whether that means that person lives or dies. Vampires kill like it's a job; it might even be for some; you never not finish a job. If I had to choose my death; the elements or vampire. I'm choosing vampire. At least you are merciful in your killing. The elements are not."

The male vampire, Gunjer, chuckled coldly, "you're not wrong, vaar'ika"

The name felt different this time, said softer than before. Obi-Wan felt the wind move oddly again, as the female vampire picked him up in her arms.

"Moving locations? I guess this was a bad spot," Obi-wan commented like he wasn't talking about the place he'd be killed.

The female vampire furrowed her brows down at him.

"Just hold on, please," she whispered, the concern spoke louder than her voice.

Obi-Wan didn't understand why. He hadn't heard that tone before on anyone that wasn't Bant. Not even his father spoke in such a tone to him. For a vampire too? He didn't know what to feel.

"Close your eyes," Gunjer walked over, placing a hand over the young werewolf's eyes.

Obi-Wan didn't have to be told twice; exhaustion took over him. He rested his head on the woman's shoulder.

Her arms tightened around him, yet careful of his wounds. The wind was powerful for a few minutes when it suddenly stopped.

"Here," Gunjer took him from the woman's arms.

Obi-Wan slowly opened his eyes to see an area he'd never known could exist.

In the walls of a forest valley, homes were built into the stone; they were in front of a beautiful one; it had windows and a balcony; inside, the soft glow of fire light could be seen from outside.

The female vampire banged on the door, in a panicky movement.

The door swung open to reveal another vampire; her eyes were gold with little bits of black, and her short plum hair was messy.

"What do you want, Irva," she glared at the other female before she breathed in his smell of his blood and shot her golden eyes to him.

Her shock at the sight of him was evident.

"Bring him in," the vampire house owner ordered.

Was he a gift to this vampire? Obi-Wan didn't understand what was going on. This was not what he'd expected going into the vampire territory.

Obi-Wan was carried in the house, he was taken from Gunjer's arms and into the house owner's. She rapped him in a wool blanket and took him into a room within the house. Obi-Wan did not like getting passed around so much.

"When are you going to get it over with?" Obi-Wan asked. "If I knew it'd take this long, I'd have let the elements take me."

"None of that, cyar'ika," The vampire gently scolded. "Never again, if I can help it."

Obi-Wan looked at her in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"We'll heal you; no being should be abandoned by what was supposed to be your family. You can be one of ours."

"I'm not some pet," Obi-Wan weakly argued; his strength was leaving him by the minute.

The vampire shook her head, "No turning, no pets, but as my child."

Obi-Wan looked at her like she was crazy. A werewolf and a vampire would never work for a family, as lovers or parent and child.

Obi-Wan told her as such.

She chuckled, "I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself to you, cyar'ika. I am Rikkae Akkogg."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"Olarom, ad'ika." She bowed her head in what he could only assume was a greeting.

She placed him on a stool, sitting herself on the floor, and slowly peeled the blanket away.

"Irva," Rikkae called out into the rest of the house.

"On it," Irva shouted back; in a second, she was in the room with a wood box.

"Vor entye," Rikkae thanked while taking the box.

"Kih'parjai," Irva smiled at her.

"Where's… Gunjer?" Obi-Wan hesitantly asked.

Irva snorted nodding toward Rikkae, "getting her riduur."

Obi-Wan nodded in acknowledgment of the answer, though not understanding the meaning.

Rikkae opened the wooden box to reveal high level medical grade supplies, the young werewolf had only heard whispers of that kind of quality supplies. She pulled some things out and placed them to the side.

Irva flashed in and out, appearing with the few rags and a metal bowl. She walked to the other side of the room and from a spout filled the bowl with water.

She came back and sat down on Obi-Wan's other side; the box and bowl were between them.

"Wh… what?" Obi-wan didn't understand as he watched them.

The two vampires got to work gently stripping him of his ripped shirt and cleaning his wounds, small and big. Once they were done with that and perceived him as clean as they could get, they moved on to using the medicine on him.

Obi-Wan freaked out, as they were about to apply some to the bites, cuts, and claw marks.

"Wait!" The women stopped. "Don't- Don't waste that stuff on me!"

Rikkae huffed, while tears pooled in Irva's eyes.

"It is not a waste. Especially not on you," Rikkae cupped his cheek, wiping her thumb over a tear.

Obi-Wan brought a hand to his face. He didn't know when he started crying.

Finally, he broke. Each sob wrecked him more, the pain, the emotions, the broken bonds. It finally caught up with him. It only takes hours for young packless werewolves to become feral.

Obi-Wan had walked the forest for hours; it was bound to get to him.

'It seems the elements got me first,' Obi-Wan thought to himself where the mental connection bonds should have been.

'No, it won't. Not if I can help it,' A voice Obi-Wan had never heard spoke, the man's mental presence rapped around his in a mental hug.

Obi-Wan could feel Rikkae physically hugging him, rocking him in her arms. While the unknown man, unknown werewolf, hugged him in his mind.

'You're a werewolf,' Obi-Wan said in awe and fear.

'Yes.'

'You're a werewolf in vampire territory,' Obi-Wan stressed to the man.

He could feel the man chuckle, 'where else would I be?'

Before Obi-Wan could ask what he meant by that, Gunjer and an unknown man walked in.

The man wore a colorful headband over his eyes; it was embroidered with different animals; Obi-Wan could recognize a wolf and a fox. He had wavy reddish brown hair that went down to his shoulders.

"Hello ad'ika," the man said in the same voice of the unknown werewolf.

Obi-Wan gasped as he cried; he couldn't greet the man, let alone breath properly.

The man walked over, placing a hand on top of Rikkae's head. A deep rumble of warning came from her as she stopped rocking. Obi-Wan didn't know a vampire could make such noise; he thought only werewolves could.

"Relax, ner cyare," the man told her, "It's just me."

Rikkae eyed him like he was a threat, Obi-Wan's heart beat fast. He just met the man, and he didn't want to be the reason the man dies.

It seemed Obi-Wan accidentally projected those thoughts because the man laughed and turned to look at him.

"That would never happen, I'm her riduur," The man explained.

"Slave?" Obi-Wan asked for clarification.

All four adults doubled over in laughter. The man and woman, although laughed, held a look Obi-Wan knew too well; it was one that stared back at him every time he caught his reflection. Their eyes held sadness.

"That's my wife."

"That's my husband."

The —just revealed— couple said at the same time.

Obi-Wan stopped crying out of shock.

A werewolf and vampire? Married?!

The man knelt down in front of Obi-Wan.

"So, ad'ika, will you give Rikkae and I the honor of being your family?" He asked.

Obi-Wan was still in shock; so many questions ran through his head that he blurted out.

"I don't know your name."

"Well, my apologies, I am Titaavu Trunch. Just in case you didn't know, that's my wife Rikkae Akkogg." Titaavu turned and pointed to the other vampires. "The man with white markings is Gunjer Ourbila, and the woman with black markings is Irva Zoggroq. You'll see them together a lot; they aren't a couple. Gunjer's too cowardly to ask her out."

Obi-Wan gave a short huff in amusement, but got chocked by a sob as an odd scenes of relief came over him. He gasped for breath just to be cut off again.

Rikkae tightened her hold and rocked him back and forth again, she was whispering something to him in a melody. He could only guess it to be a vampire's lullaby.

Obi-Wan sensed Irva move close as she held the medicine in one hand; she slowly and as gentle as she could applied the medicine to his wounds. It stung, but Rikkae's comfort helped ease him.

Force did he hate that. He —a werewolf— found comfort in a vampire's arms.

Titaavu slowly crouched down beside his wife and helped Irva apply the medical ointment while tapping into the mind link to help Rikkae calm Obi-Wan down.

Obi-Wan finally gave in and buried his face in her collarbone. Titaavu slowly opened himself up, to prompt Obi-Wan to make a pack bond with him.

It was dangerous for a pup or young werewolf to go without a pack. If Obi-Wan didn't take this option, he is essentially killing himself in one of the most torturous ways possible.

'You don't need to do it right now, but soon. The choice is yours to make.' The older werewolf gently reminded.

'Where would you feel safest to heal with? Irva? Gunjer? maybe with ner riduur- my wife and I?' Titaavu prompted. 'Or would you feel better with someone else?'

Obi-Wan didn't answer him.

It was a long while before Obi-Wan had begun to calm down fully. In that time, every cut, scrape, and bite and slash had been covered with the healing ointment and wrapped to keep clean. A hand full of wounds had to be swan shut.

At some point, Gunjer left the room and didn't come back. He probably was tired for watching his friends take care of a worthless runt like Obi-Wan.

Titaavu tried to pick him up from Rikkae's arms only for her to hiss at him; her gold eyes turned red. Her tight hold on Obi-Wan wasn't hurting him, but she lowered her upper half over him in a protective manner.

"Alright, I'm sorry for trying to help," Titaavu said in a light tone, not taking the behavior to heart.

Rikkae huffed at him, her eyes turned back to their normal gold with black flakes. She carried Obi-Wan out of the room as she pasted Titaavu; she gave a quick peak on the lips before continuing on.

Obi-Wan didn't protest at Rikkae carrying him; he was too spent, exhaustion finally catching up to him again. He watched as she entered a living room for sorts; a small fire was going in the middle of the room, with cushioned seating surrounding it.

There was a big opening to what Obi-Wan assumed to be the kitchen. He didn't know vampires would have kitchens, but that could be for the older werewolf as this was his home.

Gunjer left the kitchen carrying a tray of mugs, two looked to be warm drinks while the others were cold.

Rikkae sat down on the couch keeping Obi-Wan in her lap, and wrapped a thick fluffy fur hide around him.

Titaavu faced his wife as he took a seat next to her and wrapped an arm around Obi-Wan to pull him into his chest while staying in the weird vampire's lap.

Irva walked in placing the wooden box back where she found it Obi-Wan guessed, and sat in the other couch off to the side from where the couple was, just as Gunjer walked into the circle seating area passing the mugs to everyone.

The gruff vampire handed the smallest mug to Obi-Wan.

He peered at the cup expecting to be given blood, but there was none. He could barely smell due to crying for so long and being in the cold weather previously. There was a faint smell of apples.

"I hope you like the cider," Irva subtlety answered Obi-Wan's unspoken question. "It has a little spice; Gunjer used my recipe; I hope you're okay with that."

Obi-Wan looked over to the vampire in question, who was seated opposite to Irva, and watched Gunjer lick his lips clean of a red liquid from his mug.

He locked eyes with the young werewolf's and held the mug up, "beet juice. Vampires have more ways to get their nutrients than just from blood. Yes, blood is the better source but we can hold ourselves off from overindulges when drinking supplements inbetween long feeding times."

Rikkae continued on to explain their diet and how it worked with their culture, which they called themselves 'True Vampires'.

Most vampires used the way Gunjer just explained but there were two other sides, two other cultures in the vampires world. One was complete against the drinking of blood and considered it barbaric. They lived off plant-based options, and that made them weaker, both mentally and physically; they were more likely to die soon than the normal vampire. They called themselves 'New Vampires'.

Now the other vampires were ruthless. They drink blood just for the taste, not even when they were hungry. They took pride in the blood they drink and hunted their prey for sport.

"They are senseless demagolka," Rikkae spat with hatred.

They were called 'Death Society'; they had gone so far as to frame the 'True Vampires' for their kills. Obi-Wan wished never to meet them. He also realized that all vampire encounters his pack had in the past would have been that of the 'Death Society'.

By the time this was all explained, Obi-Wan had finished over half the cider and couldn't drink anymore.

The warmth of the drink paired with the warmth of the fire, he was snuggled in a big fur blanket and was held with more care and honest love than he had ever been given by his father.

They just met, and Obi-Wan can feel their genuine love and care for him. He doesn't fully understand it, but he does accept it.

Titaavu gently took the mug from Obi-Wan's hands; the conversation had switched to one that was lighthearted, the friends sharing stories and reminiscing on old memories together.

Obi-Wan was lulled to sleep by the faint chatter and crackle of the fire. The steady heartbeat to his back as long nails comb through his hair.

Just before sleep consumed him, the young werewolf pulled on the old one's presence, forming a small bond with him. One that will grow as time went on.

Obi-Wan Kenobi sealed his fate in joining the odd couple and living in vampire territory for the rest of his life. He doesn't mind that fact anymore; he feels more at home in Rikkae's arms with Titaavu at his back than he ever did with his pack.

Mando'a

vaar'ika - runt ad'ika - little one cyar'ika - darling Olarom, ad'ika - Welcome, little one Vor entye - Thank you (lit. *I accept a debt*) Kih'parjai - No problem. Don't mention it. (Lit: small victory) riduur - partner, spouse, husband, wife (in different context wife/husband in this fic) ner cyare - my beloved ner riduur - my wife demagolka - someone who commits atrocties, a real-life monster, a war criminal

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#vera's version #au gust 2025 #star wars #obi-wan kenobi #ocs #oc x oc

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