I missed WIP Wednesday SOBS. So, have a belated WIP... Friday? All are from Putting the Fun Back in Funeral, my lovely Dead on Main fic <3
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The two brothers ate in silence for a little while, Jason fully expecting Dick to start up conversation again. For now, though, he basked in the presence of his older brother. It was almost like they were years younger, Jason still struggling to find his place within the small family and Dick fighting to keep his own. They had a rocky start, at first. With Bruce and his first ward fighting at almost every opportunity, it had reminded Jason a bit too much of Willis and Catherine’s screaming matches, back when Willis wasn’t in jail and Catherine hadn’t succumbed to her illness. Everything had seemed better for a while, when Dick handed down the Robin colors after Jason and Bruce’s many attempts to figure out the younger’s sidekick identity. Of course, as per Todd luck, everything seemed to have gone rapidly downhill after that.
“Jase,” a toe poked his thigh. “I hope you know I’m glad you’re back.”
Jason swallowed heavily, gaze turned down to where Dick’s socked foot was gently resting. It was familiar position the two had, with the older doing whatever he had to do in order to remind himself that Jason was here. That he was alive, not six feet under and stuffed in a too-expensive coffin. Something grounding for both of them - to remind each other that no matter what, they were brothers again.
“Yeah,” Jason managed to choke out. He lifted a hand, resting his large palm on top of Dick’s muscular ankle. “Yeah, I’m glad I’m back too.”
Neither needed an explanation to what Jason meant. Instead the younger hurriedly turned on The Never Ending Story so the brothers didn’t have to acknowledge the tangled emotions between them.
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Unlike the last time Danny had entered the Ghost Zone, he was not greeted with the sight of lines of ghosts waiting for him. The area surrounding the Fenton Portal was void of any denizens of the Realms. It wasn’t something that was inherently odd- in the years before Danny was crowned many ghosts avoided passing by the unnatural portal. But it still sat oddly with the halfa, despite how it shouldn’t.
As the young king traveled towards his Keep, he felt the air around him shift. It became lighter, less oppressed. Green eyes caught on the colorful forms of his people as Danny effortlessly moved through the green-coated dimension. A few of the ghosts waved or bowed as their King passed them, prompting Danny to greet them in return. It put a small smile on his young face, gently easing him out of the funk seeing his parents put him in.
Minutes passed without Danny noticing as he ducked and swerved between various ghosts and structures. The closer he got to his new lair the more populated the Zone seemed to become. Small, floating islands seemingly appeared overnight with colorful stalls built on top of them. Undead vendors of all shapes and sizes occupied them, some shouting out their wares and others content to wait until others approached them. Strung between the uneven islands were bright fairy lights, flickering gently against the pale green void.
The Ghost King floated up to hover before a string of lights. His face was a perfect picture of awe as he reached a gloved finger out to poke at the little flower-shaped bulb before him. The small petaled light reminded Danny of Sam, making his young heart ache with the thought of the friends he left behind. When his finger connected to the tiny object a pulse of purple echoed across the great green expanse around him. Excited chattering erupted around him and Danny couldn’t help but gape as flora gently grew over the exposed rock surfaces, roots tangling underneath the bellies of the islands in intricate patterns.
Danny let out a small laugh, spinning upwards to hover over the marketplace, watching in fascination as various plants sprouted over the rocky outcrops like a gentle wave. His people cheered and he witnessed a young ghostling happily pick a tiny daisy from the ground, spinning to present it to their guardian who took the flower with a grin.
Contentedness flowed over the white-haired man as he followed the surging greenery towards the castle he could just barely see in the haze of the Zone. The Keep, Danny noted, had changed greatly from the last time he was there. Gone were the ugly reds that once stained the ancient bricks. Instead the walls were washed in a calming blue tone that seemed to sparkle like the first icicles of winter. The harsh, aggressive architecture of the Keep was slowly being rebuilt by the Zone herself - the structure was shifting, bringing in the precariously hanging towers to more gently branch off the main structure. Danny happily noted the large stained glass windows that were gently forming alongside the castle’s walls as he flew underneath the gaping entrance to the belly of the Keep.
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Only Jason's POV has been beta'ed so far, so please excuse any mistakes! This chapter is the longest one yet - sitting at roughly 8k right now, but I'm still writing the last POV. The final product should be around 10k or so? But I'm honestly not too sure haha. This has been a very hard chapter to write and I'm soooo happy it's almost done! Then the fun really begins >:)
Hope you all enjoyed the late WIP day ^-^
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Demon slayer fanfic lee tanjiro getting attack by his siblings ;)
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“Tahahahhanjiro, dohohohohn’t!” Takeo squealed as he twisted and turned beneath his brother, slapping at his hands weakly. “Sthahahap tihiiihihckling mehehehhe!”
“Are you gonna be nicer to Hanako?” Tanjiro asked, grinning when Takeo nodded vehemently. Finally satisfied, he stood back as his brother collapsed, gasping for breath. “There- now; be nice.”
“Shehehee started it!” Takeo grunted with a weak glare, letting his brother help him up. “Why do you always take her side?”
“I don’t. The other day I got her for giving you a hard time. I’m just balancing out the scales.” Tanjiro hugged his brother, ruffling his hair. “I love all of you equally- and I’ll gladly tickle you all just as so.” He gave his brother’s ribs a scratch, making him squeak and duck away.
“One day we’ll get you!” Takeo declared as he stood, pointing determinedly at Tanjiro. “We’ll get you back for all the tickle attacks!”
“Sure you will.” Tanjiro puffed out his chest, raising his chin gleefully as he wiggled his fingers. “I’m the best tickler of all the Kamados! No one can stop me!”
“Oh? Are you sure about that?” Nezuko’s teasing voice called out from the back, Shingeru and Hanako smiling on either side of her when Tanjiro turned around. “Last time I checked, I’m the best tickler in the Kamado family.” Her eyes danced with playful challenge, making her family giggle. “Are you sure you want to keep that title, brother?”
Tanjiro weighed his options. It was true Nezuko could be rather relentless; but in their own tickle fights he’s had his fair share of wins against her. “I would, actually.”
“Ooooooooh.” The younger siblings gasped, smiling behind their sleeves as they waited for their sister’s response. Nezuko made a show of rolling up her sleeves, eyes dancing.
“You’re brave, brother. Very brave. But completely reckless.” Nezuko grinned before gesturing Takeo over, gathering all their younger siblings and whispering to them. Tanjiro watched their little huddle fondly, mentally preparing for all the chaos coming his way.
“Prepare yourself!” Nezuko didn’t hesitate, immediately charging at her older brother with the intention of winning. Tanjiro, having years of practice, was prepared. As she came into arms length, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down, fingers finding the ticklish spot just beneath her ribs. “Ah! Nohohoohohohoho waiihihihihiit!” She squealed, crumbling instantly.
“What was that about being the best tickler of the Kamados?” He teased, grinning when she tried to swat at him.
“Kihihihihihids, gehehehehet him!” She cried through her giggles, the swatting turning into a wave as she called upon their siblings.
“Here we come!” Hanako led the pack, running towards her brother and hugging him around the shoulders. Takeo let out a roar as he grabbed an arm while Shingeru grabbed a leg, giggling softly.
“Ha! You guys really think you can take me?” Tanjiro teased as he twisted around, grabbing Hanako and giving her sides a squeeze, making her squeal.
“Nohohohoohoho! Sahahahahhave mehehehehehe!” She cried.
“Hang on Hana-Gah nohhohohot agahhahahahahin!” Takeo yelped when Tanjiro got both of them, pulling them into his lap as he scribbled into their bellies. “No fahahhahahahir!”
“Yes fair! You two wanted to play, so let’s play!” Tanjiro grinned cheekily, reaching out a hand and giving Shingeru’s neck a wiggle, making him duck away and laugh. “Get ready!”
“Gotcha now!” Nezuko shot to her feet, sliding behind him like an athlete as she squeezed his sides, making Tanjiro yelp. He twisted around to get her back, but that only left him open for more tickles from the others.
Recovering quickly, Hanako hugged his middle, her small hands clawing at his belly the way he did to her. “Take this!” She giggled, grinning when he started to laugh. “We can do it! Tickle him!”
“Obviously!” Takeo grunted as he maneuvered around jerking elbows, pushing one up so he could go for his brother’s armpit. “Looks like I found a good spot!”
“Ah! Nohohohoho! Wahhahait no hold ohohohoohohohn!” Tanjiro squirmed, trying his best to fight back. It wasn’t long before he was overpowered, falling to his side as the three poked and prodded every spot on him. “Ehehehehehehehehhe! Shhihihihiihihngeru! Hehehehehehelp mehehehehehe!” He cried, reaching for his brother weakly.
“Hm…nope.” He decided, grinning at the other. “This is what you get, big bro.”
“Trahahhahahahahihihiihihihitor!” Tanjiro cackled, sinking further when Nezuko’s nails found his upper ribs. “Geahahhahahhaahha, not theehehehhehehre!”
“He’s way more ticklish than all of us!” Hanako giggled, delighted.
“To think we’ve been letting him win all this time?” Takeo sounded almost disappointed.
“Now now, don’t fret- he’s quite the beast.” Nezuko grinned, giggling when Tanjiro squealed. “You just gotta find the right spot to disarm him! Like…here!” She reached around and dug into the left side of his belly, making him shriek. “See? Instant defeat!”
“GUUHUUHUHUHUHUHUYS!” Despite how loud he laughed, Tanjiro did in fact give up. He no longer squirmed, opting to just curl up and laugh. His cheeks were bright red with mirth, eyes squeezed shut as tears threatened to spill. “I GIIHIHIIHIHIVE!”
“Okay!” Nezuko and the others immediately retracted, watching him gasp for breath. “Still think you’re the best tickler in all the Kamado family?”
“Heheheck yeah…You just cahauaght me ohohohff guahahahrd.” Tanjiro gasped, making his siblings laugh.
Just then, Rokuta shuffled in, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. “What happened?” He breathed, still waking up.
“Roku! Good morning.” Nezuko stood and shuffled to her brother, gathering him up with a kiss to the forehead. Hanako and Takeo joined her soon after, beginning to bicker about something new while Shingeku crawled over, petting Tanjiro’s head. “Are you okay, Tanji?”
Tanjiro smiled, reaching up and squeezing his hand gently. “Never been better.”
I hope this was good!
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