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The Aftermath:

It was surely the apocalypse.

It had to be.

For there was Adrien Fenton (formerly Agreste) and Marinette Dupain-Cheng…cuddling.

Canoodling.

Talking normally as they seemingly tried to casually meld into one person.

There! He had his arm around her waist! And she wasn’t self-combusting from his attention!

There! She was talking—without a stutter or blush!—and he was nodding along and responding as if this was all normal behavior.

There! She giggled, a real, unembarrassed giggle and he beamed, kissing her cheek and flirting as easily as breathing.

“What in the world?” Ayla muttered, eyes narrowed.

“Did…did we wake up in a different universe?” Nino asked.

“Has he said anything to you?” Ayla demanded of her boyfriend as they watched Adrien nuzzle Marinette.

“No! She say anything?”

“If she did I wouldn’t be so freaked out, would I?” Ayla hissed.

“Dudes,” Nino called out to the—couple?

“What the hell?” Ayla demanded as they came closer.

The two of them shared soft, loving smiles before Marinette exclaimed happily, “Adrien and I are dating!”

Pin drop. Record scratch.

Chloe fainted dead away, onto Sabrina who valiantly struggled to lower her slowly.

Then came the cheers as money exchanged hands and an impromptu party erupted in the halls.

“Wha—” Marinette’s jaw dropped at the antics of her schoolmates.

Ayla bounced forward to hug them both then noticed something on Marinette’s hand, “Holy—is that an engagement ring?!”

Again, everyone froze with bated breath.

Marinette flushed bring red but smiled, “No, it’s a promise ring.”

“I went to my Papa’s jeweler to have it made,” Adrien gently took his lady’s hand and lifted it up, “turns out Papa already had ordered the setting—silver’s very important to my new family—I just had to pick out the gems. I decided to match her earrings so ruby and onyx.”

Girls converged on Marinette, even the now revived Chloe, to ooh and ahh over the ring.

Adrien wisely stepped aside.

“So, your—ah—parents are okay with you dating Mari,” Nino questioned quietly.

“Yes. They just met her—they came in for a visit this weekend after the last akuma—and they adore her. But,” he flushed, “apparently, how I talked about her…well…”

Nino laughed; he had sat through enough lovesick lectures on the subject to understand the Fentons’ knowing.

Chloe was studying the ring intensely; she pouted, “Adrikins. If you had wanted a ring for her then we could have gone to—”

“Sorry, Chloe. Papa’s under contract with Mr. Smith,” Adrien called, “very bad penalties if he goes anywhere else for any jewelry.”

“Well,” Chloe considered, “it’s no Cartier but I guess it’s good enough. Dupain-Cheng, if you break his heart I. Will. Ruin. You. Got it?”

Marinette smiled softly, “I understand, Chloe. Thank you for the warning.”

“Sabrina! Schedule a spa day for the three of us!” Chloe barked to her assistant-friend.

“Wha—”

“Keep up DC,” Chloe flipped her hair, “you’re dating my Adrikins. We must…bond. Urgh. I’ll have someone pick you up from the bakery.”

“I guess,” Marinette agreed hesitantly. Adrien beamed. Chloe was doing so good at being nicer!

“Sabrina!”

“Yes, Chloe. Right away.”

The blonde huffed again, rolling her eyes, “and DC? If you show up in anything less than your best, I will personally take you shopping,” she made it sound like a threat, “Adrikins may not be an Agreste anymore but from what I hear his new family is wealthy too. There are standards. I understand you may not be as…well off as us…furthermore, I demand a new MDC original and I will be paying what you deserve for your…urgh, talent. Sabrina!”

Sabrina nodded and texted Chloe’s measurements to the confused designer.

“Do not try to give me a discount, DC,” Chloe growled, “I know what high fashion is worth. I will pay triple what it’s worth if you push me. Sabrina, write that down.”

With that, the blonde stalked off, Sabrina following.

“Good job, Chloe!” Adrien praised her retreating back.

Marinette blinked, still dazed after Chloe’s little tirade.

“Adrien,” Ayla gained his attention and leaned up to his ear, “If you hurt her, I’ll neuter you. Noir or not. Chloe’s not the only one with connections.

“Yes, Ayla,” he replied obediently.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

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The Date: The Actual Date

Lois met Clark outside her apartment building; she was dressed for dinner but also for running.

“Sneakers, Miss Lane?” Clark teased, having caught a glimpse of her feet.

“Never know what will happen, especially with you around, Smallville,” was her volley back as they pulled into traffic.

“Shouldn’t be any reason for running,” he told her, “I’ve a got…a friend covering my…other jobs.”

“Can they handle it? No offense to them but you’re…you.”

“I have complete faith in them,” Clark confirmed with a nod, “and the kids are with Bruce and his family. Danielle and Damian are having a sleepover with Tim and my boys.”

“Isn’t Tim a little old for mixed sleepovers?” there was no accusation in Lois’ voice, merely curiosity.

“Off the record, Miss Lane? Tim wasn’t…his biological parents were neglectful at best. So he’s catching up on being a kid along with the others.”

“Okay,” Lois nodded in understanding, “I get it.”

“Besides,” Clark chuckled, “they’ll probably have Dick as a chaperone. He loves the kids and loves hanging out with Damian.”

“Well, Damian was supposed to be his baby brother,” Lois mused with a soft smile.

They pulled into a parking lot; Lois gasped, “Clark! I know you can’t afford this!”

“Special stipend from Bruce and Danny—he’s the Ghost King who found my boys,” Clark found the valet, “they both give me an…allowance because of my other jobs. It’s enough that I could quit the Planet and still raise the boys comfortably. And it’s in addition to the boys’ stipends. Don’t expect this every date—hello.”

“May I take your car, sir?”

“Yes, please.”

Clark and Lois exited the car, Clark handed over the keys, and off they went into the restaurant.

They were seated without fuss; though the host had looked at them closely, perhaps sensing that they weren’t the usual type of clientele.

“So, who’s covering your shift tonight?” Lois asked quietly, over menus and wine.

“One of the Flashes,” Clark murmured, “he’s the only one free tonight. He’s probably doing run throughs as we speak.”

Lois nodded before raising her voice ever so slightly as a waiter came to them.

They ordered.

They spoke of safe topics over dinner, civilian topics, saving any truer talk for one of their homes.

They eat and they talk, laughing occasionally.

Clark paid the bill without letting Lois see it and the valet brought the car around almost as soon as they stepped into the cool air.

Clark brought her back to her apartment building and she invited him up.

“How are the boys?” she asked over another glass of wine as soon as they were settled on the couch.

“Chris’s running me off my feet,” Clark admitted almost tiredly, “I don’t know if it’s because he’s natural born where the others were test-tubed, if he’s full blood where they’re hybrids, or just his age and the sun. I was older when I…arrived here,” he waved a hand to encompass the Earth, “a toddler, Ma and Pa think. No more than human five.”

“Flying?”

“Yes. I didn’t start flying until my early twenties, Lois. Neither Jon nor Kon can fly yet. They do the jumping thing I used to do.”

“Jumping thing?”

“I could—can, still can leap over a six-story building without flying. The boys can’t do six yet, they’re young, but Kon can do four and Jon three. Chris can just fly.”

He set down his glass of wine and covered his face, “Ma and Pa are helping as best they can and Bruce already has preschools picked out that can handle meta-kids and NDAs written up and Danny sometimes takes him so he can play with Anakin—Danny’s and Sam’s youngest—Louis, their grandson, and Hope—one of their other godchildren but…Lois, you have to understand what you’re getting into if we get serious.”

Lois was quiet for a moment, maybe two, thinking it over properly because he—they—everyone involved deserved her being serious.

“I know,” she finally spoke, “Clark. I know. Maybe not all of it, or even most of it, but I…understand. I can’t promise I won’t be…afraid sometimes but I trust you. You’re a good man, Clark, and I…like you. A lot. Don’t know if it’s love yet but I do care for you…and you’re very attractive too, so bonus.”

Clark blushed almost as red as his cape.

She inhaled, meeting his eyes, “There’s something I should tell you, though, before we go any further. I…can’t have kids, Clark. Injury. They had to take my uterus out; I was bleeding out.”

“Lois, do you think I’m just…using you to…breed more Kryptonians?!” Clark demanded, aghast, but she laughed.

“No, oh, god, no, Clark, you’d never do that,” she assured, “I know that! It’s just…if you have some idea of more kids in your future…kids made, you know, the normal way—”

“Lois,” he took her hand but he was smiling, “the boys are enough for me. But if we do get serious, enough to have more kids there’re ways we could use.” I’m not going to think you’re broken, Lois. I’m just sorry I wasn’t there to—”

“It is not your fault, Clark!” she said fiercely, “It was before we ever even met! I was on assignment, and I got unlucky. It happens. I’m alive and healthy and it’s not your fault at all.”

He ducked his head, “Yes, Miss Lane.”

She glared at him before nodding curtly, sure he got her point.

Talk turned to less heavy topics and eventually Clark headed out.

With a kiss to his cheek.

He had a lovesick look all the way home.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

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The Date:

“Are you sure—” Clark asked for the umpteenth time as he fidgeted with his tie.

“We’ll be fine, Dad,” Kon repeated him as he walked into the room, carrying his duffle bag, “It’s just one night and we’ll be at Uncle Bruce’s.”

“Chris’s powers are coming in,” Clark reminded, “and I trust Bruce, like a brother, but he’s still just a human.”

“One of the best trained humans on the planet,” Kon pointed out, crossing his arms, “along with all his kids except Damian. But even Damian’s trained. Dani’s gonna be there too. We can handle any powers.”

Clark nodded, taking a deep breath, “Okay. And you’re sure you guys are okay with me dating?”

“Dad, it’s Aunt Lois,” Kon blinked in confusion, “we know how you feel about her. And she knows everything about us so we don’t have to hide and lie about stuff.”

Clark let out another exhale in relief; now he just had to survive the date without making a fool of himself in front of Lois. Or being called away.

Wally was covering Metropolis and Smallville so nothing short of an invasion of some sort would interrupt.

A portal to Wayne Manor opened.

Alfred leaned out slightly as Jon joined them and Clark picked up Chris, “Messers Kent. Welcome to Wayne Manor once again. Masters Timothy and Damian and Her Royal Highness Danielle are awaiting your arrivals.”

Bruce leaned out as well, scooping up Chris and the diaper bag before absconding with both with barely a greeting to Clark.

Clark gave a wry smile; Bruce loved kids, including superpowered ones.

Clark handed a list to Alfred even as his boys trooped through the portal, explaining, “These’re all the powers I have; those with checkmarks are the ones the boys have shown. Red for Connor, blue for Jon, yellow for Chris. Chris’s showing powers near daily.”

“I understand sir,” Alfred took the list and tucked it into his coat pocket, “I will see to it that Master Bruce makes an updated copy before the morning.”

“If they get to be too rowdy or…much, just call me and I’ll get them,” Clark continued firmly. “I—”

“Mister Kent,” Alfred was amused, Clark could tell by the twinkle in his eye, “I assure you; the Waynes can handle four powered children. Master Bruce has contingencies for almost every scenario tonight. You, on the other hand, are keeping a lovely lady waiting. Now go to her and woo her like the gentleman you are.”

Clark smiled bashfully, flushing from the mild scolding, and left as Alfred leaned back to let the portal close.

Alfred nodded at empty air and went to find his oldest charge; Master Bruce was already in a sunroom, bathing in the dying, dimmed light of the Gotham sunset, playing with young Christopher.

“Master Bruce,” he coughed a quiet interruption.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, Alfred?”

Alfred took the list from his pocket and explained.

Master Bruce took the list almost gravely; it was almost too easy to forget the power his nephews would one day hold. The list was a stark reminder.

Master Bruce scanned the list, stone-faced before nodding, “We have plans in place for most of these. The ones we don’t are easy enough to counteract. Are our fire extinguishers up to date?”

“Yes, Master Bruce; shall I bring you one?”

“Please. And please make sure the children have access to one.”

“Of course, sir.”

Bruce smiled at Chris as Alfred left; the baby had yet to show any sort of heat vision, but it was best to be prepared.

Jason nonchalantly entered a few minutes later, carrying the requested extinguisher.

It was a poorly kept secret that the Wayne family delinquent adored kids; at galas he was often surrounded by the children of the elite.

“Kiddos are all settled in the entertainment room,” his second oldest reported easily, setting down the extinguisher and scooping up Chris while pulling funny faces.

Chris squealed in laughter.

Bruce could only look at the two boys in fond awe; two literal miracles.

His Jason, returned to them, playing with his nephew, a survivor of a planetary implosion without aid of a capsule like Clark or Kara.

“You’re staring, ol’ man,” Jason broke him from his pondering of just how much luck had to be involved. Or perhaps fate…or a meddling ghost come to think of it.

“Nothing. It’s nothing, Jaylad.”

“Sure it isn’t,” Jason drawled, Chris under an arm like a ball, before shaking his head, “So Uncle Clark finally found his balls, then?”

“So it seems,” Bruce agreed, standing from the floor gracefully.

“Lane’s gonna eat him alive,” Jason joked, “and maybe in the fun way too.”

“Jaylad,” Bruce scolded fondly, shaking his head in exasperation.

“C’mon, ol’ man, let’s go check in on the kiddies,” Jason said, shifting Chris to his hip and then saying to the baby, “An’ you, young man, no flying off.”

Bruce laughed.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

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Chat and L'elu:

“Oh,” said Chat, looking down at the baby strapped to his chest, a literal baby wearing a domino mask, “oh, no. He’s my brother. Not my son. L’elu.”

The so named L’elu gurgled happily.

“Your brother?”

“My youngest brother, yes,” Chat nodded, “the straps are enchanted, by My Lady, to keep him safe. We’re babysitting. However, My Lady is tending to her day-job and L’elu was getting fussy. She suggested we get some fresh air.”

“She’s still working?” Alya asked.

“She’s pregnant, not terminal,” Chat sighed; it was his Lady’s main argument against his smothering care.

“Old argument?” Alya coughed a laugh.

“Yes.”

“Where’re your parents? What’re they doing?”

“They’re attending to my sister, La Clé,” Chat explained easily, “something is happening in her town, in America. Something that requires the attention of Papa and her evacuation with her niece into the Palace. Mama asked me to babysit L’elu so she can help coordinate the response if need be.”

“Oh, that makes sense. I hope La Clé’s okay!”

“I’m sure it’s going to be fine,” Chat assured, “her other family is a small army itself and Papa is the Ghost King. He could call upon the Ghost army if needed.”

“Army?!”

“Soldiers and warriors of every era, creed, and civilization, all volunteer for the army,” Chat lectured, “Papa is not like the former king in that he does not conscript nor mind-control his soldiers like mere weapons. He will allow any ghost to join up and they can retire…however, if needed, he could empty out the Ghost Zone and Command every ghost to fight for him. If that happens then the apocalypse is upon us.”

L'elu made a noise and Chat smoothed down his downy blonde hair, cooing in English how L’elu was being so good and that Mama and Papa would be back soon.

L’elu giggled and then…

“Oh my god!”

L’elu had conjured lights that danced around his hands.

“Kill it, Alya!” Chat hissed, looking around nervously, “kill it and edit it out!”

Alya had already turned off her phone though, thanking every god she knew of that she no longer did livestreams of interviews, “Adrien…what even—”

“He’s…He was born Anakin Skywalker, Alya,” Adrien said lowly, using his bigger hands to smother the tiny lights.

“Anakin…you can’t mean—”

“Darth Vader, yeah,” Adrien slumped, before glaring at his friend, “He’s not going to be Vader; he’s just a baby and he won’t go evil, not if we have anything to say about. I’ll kill Palpatine myself before he gets his wrinkly hands on my brother!”

“Okay, Adrien, okay,” Alya soothed, “I get it, he’s just a baby right now. That’s just a future that could be. Not will be.”

Adrien nodded curtly, glad she understood.

Alya paused, “Is it the Force or magic?”

“Grandfather Clockwork says it’s the Force,” Adrien said quickly, finally letting Anakin’s hands go.

The lights did not reappear.

Both adults gave a sigh of relief.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

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Modern Midwives and Pups:

Doctor Isabelle Rain was highly recommended; Doctor Liken himself had spoken highly of her.

A witch OBGYN who specialized in cross-species pregnancies, she melded magick, traditional methods, and more modern advancements in the field as her patients wanted or needed.

And she agreed to take on Kagome’s case; InuYasha’s records from Doctor Liken had been forwarded to her and Kagome had brought her own medical records, carefully transcribed into English by a ghost in the King’s employ.

So there they were, sitting in the waiting room; Kagome, InuYasha, and Sango, who came along for her knowledge on youkai from their original dimension.

Kagome suddenly slapped her neck, “Myoga!”

“What’re ya doin’ here, flea?” InuYasha demanded as the tiny youkai popped back into shape in Kagome’s palm.

“Lady Kaede thought my expertise on inuyoukai may be required for this strange healer you are using,” Myoga groaned, holding his head before lifting it up and saying, “Congratulations are in order my Lord, my Lady. A child!”

“Second confirmation,” Kagome murmured to InuYasha who nodded; his nose was rarely wrong, and the flea had no doubt sipped from pregnant women before.

“Higurashi Kagome,” a woman’s voice called out and the group stood up to follow a nurse to an exam room; if she was surprised at their number, the nurse didn’t say.

The exam room was like any other and the nurse left the group alone after getting Kagome’s vitals recorded.

Kagome took a seat on the edge of the table, swinging her legs idly as the other two found the rigid plastic seats all medical spaces seemed to use.

There was a knock at the door and a woman came in, “Hi, I’m Doctor Rain. Please call me Isabelle.”

She was dressed in pastel scrubs and had her blonde hair up in a messy bun; brown eyes scanned the file she held before looking up to them with a smile, “Miss Higurashi, may I use your first name?”

“Yes,” Kagome nodded, stilling her legs, and folding her hands in her lap.

Isabelle drew up a wheeled stool and sat, “So, you think you’re pregnant? Despite not having missed a period yet?”

“Yes,” Kagome nodded again before explaining, “InuYasha’s—my husband—nose is much better than humans’ and he says he’s smelled the same scent on confirmed pregnant women before. And, just now, the—vassal to his biological father just drank some of my blood—he’s a flea youkai—and said I’m pregnant too.”

“Hmm…Well, it’s too early for the normal blood test then,” Isabelle said, putting aside the file, “may I do a confirmation spell?”

Kagome’s eyes went wide and she asked, “It won’t hurt the baby, right? If I am—”

“Not at all,” Isabelle assured everyone, “it’s perfectly safe.”

“Okay.”

Isabelle chanted a quiet spell and then Kagome burped; yellow bubbles came from her mouth.

“Congratulations,” Isabelle said with a grin, before picking up the file again, “Now it says here you’re a witch of sorts as well. A shrine—well, I don’t think you can be called a maiden anymore. What’s your magic like?”

“My power is mostly focused on purifying evil…or youkai in general—”

“Yet your husband is—”

“Half youkai, a hanyou,” Kagome shrugged helplessly, smiling shyly, “my adopted son is kitsune, fox youkai, and my adopted daughter’s a wolf hanyou,” she frowned slightly, “one of my mentors thinks I won’t purify the baby but there’s never been a pregnant miko—that’s a shrine maiden—who kept her power like I have. Which’s why we wanted it confirmed again.”

Isabelle nodded, making a note in the file, “Now, it says here that the father is half dog spirit? I must admit, I’ve never worked with dog spirits, purebred or otherwise. Can you tell me—”

“I do believe that’s my cue,” Myoga hopped from Kagome’s head, bowing, “I am Myoga, vassal to Lord InuYasha just as I was to his father and his father’s father. I know much about the inuyoukai—the dog spirits as you called them.”

Myoga began to lecture about the reproductive ways of the inuyoukai and Isabelle took copious notes, asking questions. Occasionally, after introducing herself, Sango would interject with something she knew. It was a good thing that Isabelle hadn’t scheduled any other appointments for the day.

“And when InuYasha’s mother was pregnant with him?” Isabelle asked when Myoga wound down, sending him off on another one.

They took a break after a while, Isabelle ordering a meat heavy lunch for everyone on Myoga’s advice.

Kagome would need more protein than normal.

After lunch, Isabelle proceeded to examine Kagome, who had changed into a paper gown, taking more notes before saying, “Well, everything looks fine but it’s so early…I want to see you in a few weeks unless you start cramping, bleeding, anything that feels off, I don’t care what. Come in immediately.”

Kagome nodded, getting redressed.

“And you,” Isabelle turned to InuYasha, “follow your nose; you can probably track her hormone levels closer than we can. I want you to find a healthy pregnant woman and take a deep sniff. Then keep that in mind while tracking Kagome’s hormone levels.”

“Got it,” he nodded sharply.

“In fact, come with me,” Isabelle led him out and to another exam room where another doctor and patient were conversing, “Hey, Doctor Rahm? Can my patient’s husband get a quick whiff of your patient? His nose’s a diagnostic tool. I want him to monitor his wife’s pregnancy.”

Doctor Rahm and his patient, Missus Smythe, agreed.

A thorough scent investigation later, Isabelle led InuYasha back to the others then led the group out to the receptionist to make the next appointment.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

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Happy Father's Day, Bruce!

A portal opened but only Damian stepped out.

“Happy Father’s Day, Uncle Bruce,” he greeted before holding out a thumb-drive, “Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker have arranged a present in hopes of repaying their unintentional slight against you.”

Tim took the drive as Bruce asked, confused, “What slight?”

“Removing me from this dimension, unknowing of my paternity, and denying you a chance to raise me—”

“B!” called Tim from the nearest sitting room, “come look!”

Everyone, including Alfred, moved to him.

“It’s all…baby pictures,” Tim had hooked a laptop up to a projector, the thumb-drive already in place, “and video files…how?”

“The Fenton household is awash in security measures,” Damian explained as everyone piled in, staring at the screen which showed a photograph of Sam nursing Damian. Her breast was hidden by the angle and baby, “including cameras and recording devices. As I grew older, began completing my so-called ‘milestones’ my family members, nanny, and bodyguards started carrying cameras to record such occasions. I do believe this photograph is the first time I drank directly from my mother’s breast.”

Every Wayne looked close to tears as Tim went through the makeshift slideshow; there were pictures of everything, and notes attached to each file.

And Damian added commentary of what he knew and remembered. There were pictures all the way up to his current age; pictures of him at school, other faces carefully blurred out, playing sports, painting, fencing, even in the Boy Scouts.

“I am a member of the Amity Chapter of the organization,” Damian said proudly, even as a picture came up showing his badges, “I am also an honorary member of the Infinite Scouts; I am not a ghost thus I cannot be a full member. However, since I am a Scout in the Mortal Realm and the ward of the King and Queen besides, I was voted in. Part of Chapter 2000. The Chapters of the IS are based on centuries of death and the organization is gender neutral.”

There were pictures of him in the Realms; pictures of him in formal wear, attending his parents at Court, pictures of him attending balls and celebrations. Pictures of him in an ornate library, bent over his studies with a ghost nearby. Videos of him training with Fright Knight, with his parents.

Pictures of him laughing, grinning, rosy-cheeked and happy. Pictures with various family members, each just oozing love and affection as he was lifted and hugged and had his hair ruffled. First birthday, first day of school (where he clearly wasn’t happy), even video of his first steps, grainy and primitive as it was. Even his first—

“That was the first time Father took me flying,” Damian said at the selfie of him, Danielle, and the king in mid-air, against a glittering black background; he couldn’t have been older than three, grinning, missing teeth.

“Mother had an entire platoon of soldiers ready to catch me should anything have gone wrong,” Damian continued, “she trusts Father and Danielle, of course—”

“Hope for the best, prepare for the worst?” Jason offered as they went to another slide.

“Precisely. Oh, this was when we went camping!” Damian smiled at the picture, “I became lost in the woods but I was found by—”

“Is that a Bigfoot?!” Stephanie sounded a tad strangled as they all gazed upon the very clear picture of an ape-like humanoid.

“Oh yes. Missus Bigfoot found me wandering and weeping,” Damian explained, “so she gathered me up with her own child and brought me to the nearest campfire. Which happened to be ours. We don’t often show outsiders this photograph, as Grandfather Clockwork swore us to secrecy. I have his permission to show you but after Timothy closes the file it will self-destruct.”

“Jesus, Dami!” Dick laughed as they left that picture, “How old were you?!”

“Oh, five, almost six,” Damian shrugged carelessly, “Father and Mother almost deployed the army to search for me. They were preparing to do so when I returned. Missus Bigfoot was very careful with me, I assure you. We believe she thought me an infant as she kept me close to her breast while her own child walked. She was very warm. I remember that much.”

The next picture was more normal; Damian, only a little younger than he was currently, hefted up on the king’s shoulder as his grandfathers held up a trophy between them.

“Ah, that was just this last summer,” Damian nodded, “I placed first in a fencing tournament. The trophy was surprisingly heavy. I was not using my preferred blade, but I managed well enough—Uncle Bruce?”

Bruce was crying; heart both heavy and light.

He gathered Damian up and said, “I am very proud of you, Damian, and so happy you’ve lived the life you have. Your parents didn’t wrong me by taking you! They saved you and for that I am forever grateful. But, thank you. I’ll treasure this thumb-drive for the rest of my life and then afterlife.”

Everyone agreed fervently, even as the slideshow continued; Damian remained on his uncle’s knee for the rest of it.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

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Wizards are Still Human:

“Oh, dear,” Lily backed away from the portal, “we’ll take them to St. Mungo’s. That’s the magical hospital. They have an entire ward for sickness.”

Danny and Sam carried Harry and Neville through as Lily called everyone home via Floo.

Then they headed to the hospital, also via Floo, and checked in before being sent to the second floor.

A nurse met them and led them to an exam room, “Healer Jacobs will be right with you. I’m Nurse Leanne. What’re we doing today?”

“We think the boys have the muggle disease ‘Chickenpox’,” Lily spoke, settling Harry onto the exam table and gently removing his shirt to reveal the tale tell marks on his torso.

Frank did the same with Neville.

“Oh, poor things,” Leanne clucked sympathetically, taking notes, “spend a lot of time in muggle areas, do we?”

“We’ve sent them to America, to my cousin Danny Fenton, he’s a squib,” Lily explained, pointing to Danny, “his family lives in a muggle town. They’ve been going to a muggle primary school too. They’re visiting for the week.”

“I see, and you wanted to make sure it is chickenpox,” the nurse nodded in understanding.

“My parents died of Dragonpox,” James interjected sadly, “they were old but…”

“I understand. Are there any other children in the home, Mister Fenton?”

“Yes, but they’ve been vaccinated,” Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair, “we think the boys encountered an anti-vaccine person’s kid at school. Some muggles don’t believe in vaccinations,” he explained to Leanne’s horrified look, “they get exemptions for whatever reason so their kids don’t have to be vaccinated to go to school.”

“But the boys were vaccinated?” Leanne asked.

“Yeah, right after we took them in,” he nodded, laughing tiredly, “took them to a muggle doctor for all their muggle shots so they could go to preschool; guess it didn’t take?”

A knock came from the closed door and Healer Jacobs came in, “Hello, what do we have here?”

“Suspected cases of chickenpox, Healer,” Leanne replied, handing over her notes, “both boys were vaccinated but it didn’t take.”

“Oh my,” Jacobs looked over his glasses as he read the notes then he began waving his wand and reading the results.

“Yep, chickenpox,” Jacobs nodded, stowing his wand and beginning to write out prescriptions, “well, we have potions for the itchiness and the fever. Take these scripts to the apothecary upstairs and the Apothecarist will dispense the potions and give you dosing instructions. Do not over-dose or underdose the children.”

Everyone nodded as Lily and Frank redressed the boys and picked them up for cuddles; Lily had demanded her friends get vaccinated every time there was a new muggle vaccine. And Sam had them vaccinated as well.

Perhaps the virus was different between universes though; the adults’ magic would protect them from simple muggle diseases, the little ones not so much.

Harry made grabby hands towards Danny, likely looking for a cooler body temperature, and Danny scooped him up with ease. His own ectoplasm would also protect him from diseases of all sorts.

Harry hid his face in Danny’s shoulder; he was burning up and Danny’s core temperature was always a tad lower than humans’.

Leanne the nurse came back in and led the group up to the apothecary. The Apothecarist lectured them briefly about each potion prescribed. There were three; one to help the welts heal, one to handle the itchiness, and one to reduce fever. The first was for purely cosmetic purposes but they took it anyways.

Then they all walked back down to the Floos and Flooed back to Godric’s Hollow.

The boys were dosed and sent by to the Realms for expert care; their parents stayed back, to keep the cover story of the boys being somewhere in America intact.

Danny called his parents to explain what was going on as Sam got the boys down for a nap before calling her own parents. Then they put out the warning to Dawn and Adrien before warning their living staff.

If the viruses were different—if any adults—adult men specifically got this…

The Palace went into lockdown mode; only the ghostly staff and most essential living staff were allowed to work, the rest Danny paid for room and board for at the hotels in Amity. Even Tucker was kept Earth-side.

Each time the boys were changed or bathed or fed, anything they had touched was decontaminated like the staff was dealing with toxic waste.

It took a week for the event to be declared officially over and the boys on the mend.

Neither Sam nor Danny nor any of the living staff had caught the virus.

As soon as she was able, Sam coordinated a lawsuit against the preschool for allowing ‘religious exemptions’ for vaccination requirements. Her parents’ lawyers were salivating.

The boys were healthy and had magic to aid the fight against the virus but what if someone who couldn’t get the vaccine had caught it? There was a student with cancer for Ancients’ sake! What if he had caught it?

The preschool quickly bowed under pressure and removed ‘religious exemptions’ as an option.

Selma had a fit at the next playgroup meet-up.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

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Baby Bat:

“Please help,” Dick had a tight smile as he bounced the wailing toddler, “we’re all out of ideas, not even Jase can calm him and babies love him.”

Damian’s eyes went wide and he nodded, opening a portal, “Father, Mother! Uncle Bruce has been deaged.”

“Oh no. Okay, stay calm,” Danny spoke, already shouldering Anakin’s diaper bag, “where’s Alfred and how old is he?”

“On vacation and we think a year and a half,” Dick responded desperately, “I’m so sorry, Your Majesties, but you’re the only ones with baby experience.”

The three, for Sam was carrying Anakin, stepped through the portal and it rippled closed.

“Have you fed, changed, and/or had him nap?” Sam asked, trading her calm toddler for the cranky one; Bruce only cried harder, “is he verbal?”

“Yes, yes, and we’ve been trying to,” Dick nodded, much more comfortable with the snuggly, happy child he now held, “he’s been crying for his mom, dad, and Alfred.”

“Okay, we can handle this,” she assured, “where does he nap?”

Dick led the way to a bedroom that had clearly been bugged; the bed was very large and there were pillows lining the edges like walls.

Danny was digging something from the bag he carried, sighed, opened another portal, and grabbed a boombox from what was clearly the Palace nursery.

He set the boombox on a side table and pulled a CD, an actual disc, in a sleeve from his bag.

Then he gave Dick some earplugs.

Dick wisely used them; it dulled Bruce’s screaming at least.

Sam was on the bed with Bruce, propped up against the headboard and remaining pillows, holding the child to her chest and murmuring to him. He was crying quietly by then.

Danny placed the CD into the boombox, shifted to his ghost form, and pressed play.

The strains of a lullaby began; a woman’s voice began singing and Bruce’s eyes began drooping with the words.

Danny, Dick, and Anakin left the room.

Danny took Anakin as soon as the door closed and led Dick away from the room. Dick removed the plugs and asked, “How?”

“Our Royal Bard, Ember,” Danny explained, “she can hypnotize with her voice. She made that CD when we first got Damian. After a particularly bad night. Each lullaby’s a Suggestion to go to sleep. We only use it when one of the kids won’t or can’t sleep and it only works if they’re already tired. Even tired, adults can fight it off when they know what to expect.”

“The earplugs,” Dick realized.

“Filter out the Suggestion,” Danny nodded, “you seem exhausted and weren’t prepared to fight the Suggestion. I bet most of you Bats could fight it easily but not Bruce…not right now. Poor little guy’s exhausted and scared and doesn’t understand why his mom, dad, or Alfred aren’t coming for him. Sam’s got a nice heartbeat—well, compared to me, and she’ll keep him from falling off the bed. She’s used to fighting the Suggestions too. So he’ll be safe. Dami, there you are.”

Damian had been with Jason, each wearing earmuffs.

Danny sighed and tapped them on the shoulders.

“Father,” Damian greeted, taking off his earmuffs as Jason did as well, “is Uncle Bruce asleep?”

“Yeah, we used the Sleepy-Time CD,” Danny replied.

“Sleepy-Time…CD?” Jason repeated incredulously.

“Apparently, there’s a ghost that can use hypnosis,” Dick explained, “the CD has songs to put someone to sleep.”

“B won’t like magic being used on him,” Jason pointed out.

“Bruce can brood all he wants when he’s full grown again,” Dick shot back, “he was gonna make himself sick and not even you were able to calm him down, Jason.”

“Calm yourself, Richard,” Damian ordered sharply.

Dick dragged a hand down his face, inhaled, then exhaled slowly, “Right. Right, you’re right, Dami. Sorry, s’just…we’re so not prepared for a baby Baby Bat.”

“Do you know how long—?” Danny asked, settling Anakin on the floor and pulling out a small container of blocks for him to play with as they spoke.

“72 to 94 hours,” Dick answered, “and it happened six hours ago. We had Zatanna check the spell. She can’t undo it safely.”

“Dami, watch Anakin for a few minutes will you?” Danny opened a portal back to the Palace and left; the portal closed behind him.

“What’s he doing?” Jason asked, perplexed.

“Possibly fetching supplies,” Damian replied, sinking to the floor to play with his littlest brother, “Mother and Father keep a stockpile of infant and toddler necessities.”

“’Cause they don’t know when they’ll get their next kid,” Dick nodded.

“Precisely, Richard.”

A bigger portal opened at the other end of the room and out streamed a line of ghosts carrying toddler gear, including a potty chair.

Danny was last out and was directing his subjects on where to put everything, before turning to Dick and Jason, “Okay, so you should be okay ‘til he reverts—we’re not leaving!” he assured to the clear panic, “Sam and I’ll just sorta…move in ‘til Bruce’s back to normal. Clockwork and Danielle have the throne. But now you have everything needed for a toddler Bruce’s age. I know you said Alfred’s gone, do we need a cook or chef?”

“I’m allowed to use the kitchen,” Jason said with a knowing smirk to Dick who flipped him off, “I can handle making food.”

“You have a blender, right?” Danny pressed, “and fresh fruit and vegetables? I’m not sure where Bruce is on eating solid solids right now.”

“Oh yeah, we can blend him up some organic baby food,” Jason nodded, before pausing, “does he need formula?”

“When Damian was around the same age he was taking a bottle a day, on top of solids,” Danny shrugged, “we were still weaning him. I brought some formula just in case and a few new bottles. Anakin’s already weaned so I didn’t have any in the bag. I also had some diapers, wipes, and pull-ups brought. Don’t know where Bruce’s on potty-training.”

“What about clothes?”

“I had Clara—our nanny—pack some of Anakin’s clothes. He and Bruce seem about the same size right now. I think Bruce can handle hand-me-downs for a few days.”

Danny grinned reassuringly, “It’s gonna be okay. Just relax.”

Jason cracked his neck, “I’ll get started on lunch. Yo, Tim. Any news?”

Tim had just shuffled in, and shook his head, yawning, “No sightings of the bastard.”

Danny peered at him closely, “When did you last sleep?”

“I’ll sleep when I’m—” Tim began, then trailed off as he remembered who he was talking to, “Uh, sorry. I’m fine.”

“Dick, take him to Bruce and Sam,” Danny sighed, “Ember might relax him enough…”

“C’mere, Baby Bird,” Dick led Tim back to the room and got him into bed with Sam and Bruce.

“This’s ridiculous,” Tim whispered fiercely, not wanting to wake Bruce even as he was herded into the bed. But the lullabies were working their magic; his eyes were drooping and he was yawning.

“Sorry,” Dick wasn’t sorry at all, “King’s orders.”

“Settle down, Tim,” Sam told him quietly, adjusting her hold on Bruce as she made room between them.

Tim grumbled, yawning, but laid still and was soon asleep.

Dick left the room again, tiptoeing out and closing the door near silently.

He returned to the sitting room and joined Damian and Anakin on the floor; Danny had joined Jason in the kitchen.

A couple hours later, lunch was done and Sam carried Bruce from the bedroom to settle him into the highchair at the table. A second highchair was brought for Anakin.

Bruce was still unhappy but no longer wailing, willing to eat his lunch, fruit sliced very small. If Sam was visible to him that was.

So set the routine for the next few days; Bruce clung to Sam so she took over his care.

He tolerated everyone else.

It turned out that Bruce was already potty-trained, much to the relief of his children who did not want to change his diapers just yet, and able to eat solids without wanting or needing formula.

“Not my first rodeo,” Sam said when Green Lantern showed up to check in and mentioned that she seemed at ease with two toddlers, “we once had three toddlers all at once plus a tween, while still in high school. Two were magical.”

“Yikes. Guess mini-Spooky’s a walk in the park,” Hal replied, “what about Anakin? Any Force stuff yet?”

“Yeah, he definitely has the Force,” Sam nodded as she held Bruce on her hip, “we’re going to talk to Mister J’onn, Miss Zatanna, and Miss Raven for help.”

“Mama, Mama!” Anakin came toddling up.

Sam knelt with a smile, “Yes, baby?”

Anakin made motions to be picked up; without hesitation, Sam picked up her son, placing him on her other hip, and stood.

“Where’s Daddy, huh?” she asked Anakin.

Anakin giggled, “Daddy flying!”

“Father’s doing a flyover of Gotham proper,” Damian joined them, “invisibly.”

“Ah.��

“Well,” Hal said, “I better get going. Keep us updated?”

“Of course.”

Later that night, during dinner, Bruce finally reverted to adulthood.

“Yes!” the Bats and Birds cheered happily while Bruce, naked and almost confused, sat in the wreckage of his former highchair.

Bruce shook his head to clear it, accepted the dish towel to cover himself, and stood up.

He hurried to dress and was then debriefed, with pictures because he was a cute toddler when he wasn’t crying.

He turned to the Fentons, “Your Majesties, thank you.

“No problem,” Sam shrugged.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

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(im technically still reading through so maybe youve done it but)

I have a small request for the Wished Away saga. DC Universe knows theyre comics from multiple dimensions perspectives right? What if they just straight up bring some Marvel comicbooks over. I can imagine talking about the rivalry between companies , or maybe just straight up going 'read this' and dropping some Iron Man comics before portaling away (the one about reading the Jedi 'Primer' is one of my faves soooo)

Sorry, I'm not adding any more universes than what I've already added by the current end of the series. Gets unwieldy after a while.

Thank you for reading though!

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Ecto-storms and Hot Chocolate:

There was a reason why the King’s chambers had such a large bed and it wasn’t anything salacious.

“Sire,” one of the guards stuck his head in, nearly shouting to be heard over the thunder of the nasty ecto-storm outside, “Sire…”

“It’s alright,” Sam said, already moving away from her husband to make room between them, “send them in.”

Damian led Harry and Neville in; all three boys looked spooked and jumped as one when lightning flashed, and thunder boomed.

The boys scrambled for the bed and were quickly lifted into the bed where they burrowed into the pillows and blankets.

“Just noise, just noise my boys,” Sam crooned, “the palace won’t fall.”

Damian clung to her with the next bout of thunder, Neville and Harry clung to Danny.

The guard stuck his head back in, “Sire—”

“Send them in,” Sam repeated and Adrien and Danielle both appeared, Danielle held Sammy and Adrien held Dean’s hand.

The four children clambered into the large bed and their parents made room; Adrien had never been able to go to his biological parents’ bed when scared as a little boy and Danielle was still technically in the single digits of age.

Dean and Sammy were still getting used to the Fentons but took the offered comfort.

Only Dawn was missing, safely in her original dimension.

When the children couldn’t settle, even Adrien seemed a little frightened, Danny sighed, sat up, and reached for the phone on his nightstand. He pressed a speed-dial.

“Hello, Aida?” he set the phone between his shoulder and neck, “yes, I’d like eight cups of cocoa delivered to the chambers. Make one of them in a child’s cup. Yes…no. Thank you.”

He hung up and called out, “Ignatius!”

“Yes?” said the guard.

“Servants will be bringing up some drinks.”

“Understood, Your Majesty,” Ignatius returned to his post.

Within a half-hour, everyone was once again snuggled in the bed, this time each sipping a cup of hot cocoa (or in Sammy’s case, nursing from Sam) and listening to an audio play as they waited out the storm.

“What causes storms in the Realms, Papa?” Adrien asked, interested and confused.

Danny chuckled lowly, “I asked Clockwork the same question my first storm. So ecto is just energy and sometimes it just…mimics stuff on the Mortal Plane. Like thunderstorms, because that’s what ecto does best. Mimics. Even if you got hit by the lightning nothing would happen to you. Well, maybe you’d become a teensy more Liminal but no aches or pains or injuries. Nothing would be wrong with you.”

The older children gave sighs of relief but still showed signs of fright as the booming continued.

“Ecto just sorta builds up and then mimics something,” Danny continued, turning down the radio while he talked, “natural things are easier to mimic than manmade things. It’s not even raining. Listen…”

Everyone went quiet; it was true, there was no pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof of the palace or against the balcony windows.

“Why doesn’t it rain, Father?” Damian asked, cocking his head.

“Because the ectoplasm that makes up the rain just sorta floats away,” Danny explained, smiling, “it gets absorbed by the rest of the Zone’s ‘plasm.”

Several of the kids tensed with the next boom of thunder but they didn’t seem so afraid anymore.

“Ecto is why we get something like sunlight too,” Danny continued, remembering the lesson he got from Clockwork on the subject, “it’s why things can grow here. Why you can get sunburned if you don’t use sunscreen.”

“I thought you were just being overprotective with the humans,” Danielle said, scrunching up her nose.

“Nope. Our ectoplasm protects us,” Danny explained, reaching over to ruffle her hair, “but humans—even Liminal humans need protection from the ecto-rays. We’re just lucky regular sunscreen works as good as it does. Mom and Dad are working on a better formula.”

It was quiet for several moments, then Adrien perked up, “I think the storm’s over.”

Danny stood from his seat and walked to the balcony to open the doors and poke his head out, “Looks like.”

He came back in, “Now can we go to bed?”

Everyone was finished with their drinks, Sam left to the nursery to change Sammy, and a servant came to collect them.

Once they were gone, and the Sams came back and Sammy was settled into the cradle his parents kept in their chambers, they all snuggled into the bed and each, falling asleep one by one.

Danny looked to Sam over the children with unspeakable fondness.

Yes, there was a reason why he had demanded such a large bed.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

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Maddie and Damian:

Maddie peeked into the room; it had been quiet for a while, too quiet.

She found everyone asleep, even the baby, in various spots around the room.

Damian was in the crib, thankfully, but the positions of his parents…well, Maddie winced.

Tucker seemed best positioned, starfished on Danny’s narrow bed and snoring softly though his beret had fallen to the ground and he was still wearing his glasses.

Danny was sleep-floating, dangerously close to the ceiling fan as he bobbed gently in the artificial airstream, arms limp and hanging down under him. He had no legs, only his ghostly tail.

Danielle was curled up on his torso like a much younger child, also in her ghost form; their tails were twisting together as the two slept.

Sam had collapsed against the crib, head down, chin to chest. One of her hands was in the crib itself, a finger on Damian. Either to reassure him or herself, Maddie didn’t know.

Damian began to rouse; Maddie made a decision.

She tiptoed in, ducking under Danny and Danielle, scooting past the bed and Tucker’s feet and the inflatable mattress, and nearly dancing a little to not wake up Sam as she lifted Damian into her arms from the crib. Then she silently retraced her steps to the door, grabbing Damian’s sling along the way, and quietly closed it behind her as she exited the room.

She held her breath; would the teens sense that their son was gone?

No. Everyone remained asleep. Thankfully.

“Well, Dami, Grandma’s gotcha now,” she murmured to the waking baby as she carried him away from the bedroom and down to the kitchen.

Damian likely wanted a bottle by then; it was nearing the time when he ate anyways and if she could feed him before he started crying then maybe the older kids could stay asleep for a while yet.

Deftly, she heated a bottle from the fridge and began feeding Damian who took his bottle quietly but happily.

She talked to him, oh so quietly, hoping not to wake anyone even as she spoke; in the quiet, low light of the kitchen it was easy to remember when Jazz and Danny had been so young.

Damian even looked a little like Danny.

When Danny had brought Damian home, Maddie’s heart had leapt to her throat thinking the worst.

Danielle had been designed to look like her father—Vlad, that creep, had demanded that much at least—but a baby?

She had assumed another clone situation, a magic conception situation—because Danny would never cheat on Sam. And they would never hide a pregnancy.

The truth was so much worse.

And her darling son, her Danny, had stepped up into fatherhood again. All three teens had become parents again.

She was so proud but so, so scared for them.

They were running themselves ragged, Danny especially, given his duties as King, as evident by the fact that they were so passed out they didn’t wake when she took Damian.

What would their futures look like, already having two children all three parented?

“Missus Fenton?” Sam came downstairs, not quite scared but definitely concerned.

“I have him,” Maddie answered the unasked question.

Sam audibly exhaled in relief, slumping slightly against the railing.

Sam came into the kitchen fully, dropping into a chair, “Did he cry? We’re so—”

“Tired,” Maddie interrupted, “I took him and you didn’t wake up, Sam. You guys obviously need the sleep.”

Sam gave a tired smile, “Yeah, but we’ve never wanted to force our parents to step in.”

“It’s okay to ask for help,” Maddie frowned at the younger woman.

“We don’t want to dump him on you,” Sam explained.

Damian finished his bottle and Maddie settled him to burp, a rag over her shoulder even though she was wearing her hazmat suit as always.

“Sam Manson,” Maddie full named her, not knowing her middle name, and Sam sat up a little straighter in her seat, “He’s our grandson. Of course we’ll babysit him! It’s not the same as ‘dumping him on us’. Not at all the same. Besides, of course you need help sometimes. You’re all still in school; Danny’s literally a King of infinite dimensions. Me and Jack, we were just out of college when we had Jazz and we still needed someone to babysit occasionally so we could sleep and shower!”

Sam flushed in embarrassment, “Okay. We’ll ask for help.”

“Good,” Maddie nodded shortly, “now go back to bed. I have him and you need the sleep.”

Sam nodded back, got up, blew a kiss to Damian, and returned to the bedroom where she collapsed onto the inflatable mattress, already dead asleep.

“Please don’t be as stubborn as your parents,” Maddie told Damian.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

[cjsmalley]

Chat and Chiot:

Shaky phone footage showed Chat Noir racing the rooftops with a little boy in a Carnival mask and white hair tied into a braid.

The mask covered the boy’s entire face.

Then Chat Noir tweeted the news: the mystery boy was his newest brother and he had some inhuman abilities.

Chiot, as he called his brother, was given up by his mother for his safety as she lay dying. Chiot was seen as an abomination in his homeland.

He was spending time with his brother in civilian wear when the boy got anxious and needed to just…run.

So Ladybug had found a mask and he had donned Chat Noir and off they went.

His followers cooed and sighed over the news that Chat Noir was a brother yet again, they had gotten used to updates of his Phantom family, and was willing to meet his brother where he needed it.

Paris was used to their heroes and Chat’s siblings running and playing on the rooftops and were just pleased he had brought another along without much thought.

Then Ladyblog News got an interview.

Chiot was nervous, that much was clear but he remained at Chat’s side on the rooftop.

“My apologies, he doesn’t speak French,” Chat explained, “only some English and an older dialect of Japanese. We’ve been relying on magic to translate but I can’t cast that spell yet.”

“That’s okay!” Ayla assured quickly, “You can translate for him, right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. So first question, what happened to his biological parents?”

“His father died at his birth and his mother died of a lung disease of some sort, we’re not sure which,” Chat explained succinctly before expanding slightly, “they lived in a time before antibiotics and adequate medical care. The Realms are Infinite after all.”

“Explaining the older Japanese,” Ayla nodded, “can you tell us where he comes from?”

“No, sorry, classified so his true identity—and thus the family’s—doesn’t get out,” Chat explained apologetically.

“But he was an abomination there?”

“Yes…” Chat seemed to mull something over before continuing, “The mask, it hides it but he’s not fully human. His father wasn’t human. Hybrids like him are considered little more than beasts in his homeland, things to be destroyed.”

“Oh my god!” Anya gasped, “But he’s just a little boy!”

“Does not matter to his homeland,” Chat hissed, smoothing a hand over his brother’s hair soothingly before saying something in what sounded like Japanese to the anxious child.

Chiot relaxed ever so slightly.

Anya regained her composure before nodding and kneeling, “Chiot? Are you happy with your new family?”

Chat translated and Chiot nodded shortly before speaking.

“He says,” Chat began, “that we are…strange. We don’t care that he’s hanyou—not human, a half-breed—” he explained the Japanese word for the reporter before continuing, “My new dad is—that’s classified, sorry—but his human wife accepts me? All the family accepts me. But I’m happy. I miss Mother but I think she’d be happy about my new life. That part’s an almost direct quote. All those first-person pronouns are about him.”

“I’m glad you’re happy,” Ayla told Chiot, letting Chat translate before asking, “Are you enjoying Paris?”

Chiot thought after Chat translated before speaking through his brother, “It is…different. The air smells and sometimes chokes me but I like Chat and everyone here. The mask helps with the air. It is also very loud here.”

Chat frowned.

“What does he mean about the air and noise?” Ayla asked worriedly.

“His nose and ears are much better than a full human’s,” Chat explained, still frowning, “more like a dog’s. The pollution in the air must affect him more. I hadn’t known—” he knelt and questioned the boy.

Then he nodded at the child’s answers, “I see. The mask dulls his nose, blocks some of it out. Staying above the streets also helps.”

The frown on Chat’s face turned to a bright smile, an almost desperate smile as he said something to his brother.

“What? What’s wrong?” Ayla asked quietly, noting what had to be a reassuring tone in the foreign words.

“Chiot thought I was angry with him,” Chat explained.

“Oh, no, sweetheart,” Ayla said, letting Chat translate, “nobody’s mad at you. We’re upset for you!”

Chat used his baton to contact Ladybug; the heroine soon appeared, holding a small satchel.

She knelt before Chiot; Ayla politely turned away and muted her phone.

When she turned back, Chiot had his mask back in place but seemed to be breathing easier.

“A nasal strip enchanted to block out the smells and earplugs to dull the noise,” Ladybug explained, smiling at Chiot who had latched onto her with gratefulness, “I won’t deafen him completely, he still can hear us, but he won’t be able to hear several blocks away from us.”

“Yikes, his hearing’s really that strong?” Ayla asked.

“His non-human blood gives him much better senses than a human,” Chat replied, nonchalantly, “I should have realized…”

“No one blames you, Kitty,” Ladybug murmured, still hugging Chiot.

“As Chat Noir I have sensitive senses just like Chiot,” Chat refuted, “I should have known; Paris isn’t—but then I would have gotten used to it all wouldn’t I?”

“How do you guys handle it at home?” Ayla asked, interested.

“He lives in a small town, rural; Mama‘s invested a lot into keeping pollution down, funding the buses and free bikes so a lot of people don’t even own cars anymore. Those that do run clean.” Chat explained easily, “as for the noise, it’s a very quiet little town. Nothing much happens anymore. Not since Papa became the Ghost King and settled things with the ghosts who kept causing havoc. Most didn’t even mean to, really. It’s just, compared to ghosts and the Realms, mortals and the Mortal Plane is very breakable. He also wears hats and things enchanted to muffle noise…we just didn’t think he would need them so high above the city.”

Chat dragged a hand down his face tiredly.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

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What Happened to Bart's Family:

“Uncle Damian!” Bart cried out happily, picking up the older boy into a hug.

Damian, well used to loud and affectionate relatives, merely hugged back the stranger, “And you are? Richard’s new son, yes but—”

“Oh, I’m Bart. Sorry!” Bart set him down, grinning even though his eyes were suspiciously shiny, “Sorry, I—I just haven’t seen you since—since the Incident and you’re one of my favorite relatives!”

“Ah, yes, the Incident that led to Father’s rampage,” Damian nodded, “can you not tell us—?”

“Uncle Danny already took care of it,” Bart assured a little shakily, “it was Plasmius. In my timeline he assaulted the Palace while Uncle Danny was lured away. Everyone but Uncle Danny was there for safety reasons. Uncle Danny was the only survivor of the immediate Royal Family; everyone else and I do mean everyone was wiped out. I only survived because I—I ran away. Dad—Wally—stayed with Papa—Dick—and Mom—Kori.”

“Nobody blames you for running, Bart,” Richard stepped in, firm yet gentle, “I’m glad you ran.”

“But—I left everyone to die,” Bart admitted, “I wanted to be a hero but I’m a coward!”

“And this’s something to talk to your therapist about,” Richard said, still gentle, “you’re just a kid; you did the right thing. I know you don’t believe us yet but you did the right thing.”

“I do not blame you, Bart,” Damian spoke up, causing the speedster to whip around in shocked hope, “Father and Mother have instructed my siblings and I to do the same against a Plasmius level foe. It is unfortunate the Father of your timeline miscalculated the risk but I can see why he though the Palace unassailable.”

Damian privately thought that the alternate timeline Plasmius must have been using some artefact or another, some thing of great power in order to destroy the Palace.

The Palace, after all, was the most secure place in several dimensions; the wards on it were supposed to be impregnable, not the least bit because they drew off the King’s Power and Obsession to Protect.

Had Pariah Dark merely stayed in his Palace and organized the invasion, Damian knew from history lessons, then Father would not have been able to defeat him so.  Because the short of it was that Pariah Dark was much more Powerful than the halfa and the wards of the Palace would have been truly unbreakable.

He looked steadily at his nephew, repeating, “I do not blame you, Bart. You chose the correct course of action. I too am glad you did so.”

And then Bart was sobbing, holding Damian like a teddy-bear.

Damian shot Richard an understanding look as he hugged Bart again.

He would have Father and Mother talk to Bart.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

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Enter Bart:

“This’s Bart,” Kon introduced the speedster he held off the ground, the other boy’s legs moving constantly in the air, “he’s from a bad future where Uncle Danny’s entire family died and he went crazy evil. A future that won’t happen anyways. Bart, Jenny; she’s a clone of the Doctor from Doctor Who with a little bit of Rose Tyler thrown in. She’s from another universe like Danielle.”

“I didn’t know you!” Bart chirped cheerfully, legs still moving, “this’s so schway! Are you really the Doctor’s Daughter? So cool—er, hot? Old slang confuses me!”

Jenny laughed, “Yeah, I’m the Doctor’s daughter. Lemme guess, you’re related to Wally or Barry, right?”

“Both! Barry Allen’s my grandpa and Wally West adopted me!”

“Dick’s having Bruce pay for two speedster appetites,” Tim interjected just as cheerily as Bart.

“If he needs help he can always ask Dad,” Danielle said lightly, though she was frowning, “and Grandpa Jack and Grandma Maddie can probably formulate high calorie nutrition bars or something.”

“It’s cool,” Tim said, “Bruce can stand to lose some money. Really. He’s happy to do it too.”

“Oh, is that the slang?” Bart asked, legs finally coming to a stop.

Kon let him down but kept a hand on him.

“‘Hot’ implies attractiveness,” Tim lectured, “‘cool’ is multiuse.”

“I see,” Bart nodded like a bobblehead.

“The future must have had different slang,” Danielle wondered.

“It always does,” Jenny told them, “and to really blend in you have to learn it. Mum once got arrested for using the wrong slang. Took awhile for Dad to sort it out. Of course, we were on a different planet too but still.”

“We’ll teach Bart,” Tim assured before grinning, “Clockwork sent a note with Bart anyways; we’re supposed to find someone else and then start a superhero team like the Titans. I’m sure Bart will blend in by then.”

“Did Clockwork say who?” Danielle asked with interest.

“Just that she’ll be a girl our age. That’s all,” Tim replied.

“We’re already thinking up a team name!” Bart said brightly.

“Well,” Danielle said, “you need help, you know how to Summon me.”

“I’m out,” Jenny shook her head, “sorry but Mum and Dad are overprotective, and I have Amy to look after. Could probably be tech support though. Dad says I’m a whiz with machines. But I’m not donning a suit.”

“It’s alright.”

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

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Baby Wizards Mean Trouble:

Danny pulled out his phone, “Sorry, Mister Lancer. It’s the preschool.”

He took the call to the hall before quickly returning, “Sam, Tucker, there was an incident at the preschool. Neville used accidental magic. Everyone’s okay, they’re just letting us know.”

Sam and Tucker nodded.

“Wait, accidental magic?” someone asked, confused.

Danny slid back into his desk, answering, “The two kids we’re babysitting for a while, they’re both wizards. Magic. Real magic. But they’re so little their magic sometimes acts without their permission.”

There were murmurings of understanding.

“Why are you babysitting?” Kwan asked.

“’Cause a dark—evil—wizard wants them dead,” Sam sighed, “so their parents gave them to us for safekeeping. Officially, Danny technically owns them like he does Damian. But we’re going to give them back, physically. So their parents can raise them when it’s safe. We’ll just be Aunt Sam and Uncles Danny and Tucker.”

“So, after the bad wizard’s gone the parents get the kids back? Even though—”

“They were scared and desperate and used the wrong ritual,” Danny defended, “and we decided to help. By owning the boys’, I’m allowed to take them into the Zone and put protections around them. In fact, I brought them back to Amity for extra protection.”

“The bad wizard would have to get through the Zone to Amity,” Dash nodded, “from wherever they’re from. He’d have to know about ghosts and stuff. Then get through all the ghosts you know then find the portal, get through FentonWorks, then find the boys.”

“Exactly.”

Danny tipped his head back, tiredly, “The boys, they’re…they don’t know why they can’t be with their parents. This’s their first time in preschool; Amity’s Amity so magic’s pretty okay here but where they’re from magic’s this Big, Important Secret and they can’t understand that yet so they’re scared and confused and it’s all new for them to be away from their families. They—”

He shook his head, at a loss for words to explain.

“Do you need help?” Valerie questioned.

“Always,” Danny replied, before chuckling, “but we’re good, Val. Most of the things I’d like help with is King stuff. Just…mostly paperwork. So much paperwork. But me, Sam, and Tuck have the boys and Dani in hand. We’ve a nanny and child therapists, you know? We’ve the backup.”

“All you have to do is ask,” Valerie reminded him with a nod.

“Thanks,” Sam nodded back.

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

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Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

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The Baby Daddy (or Royal Concerns and Deals):

“It won’t be for a few more years,” Danielle assured, “I’m—I’m not ready to be a mom.”

“Why Jason? Isn’t that a little incest like?” Roy asked for his partner, though not unkindly.

Danielle shook her head, “He’s so liminal, he’s almost a half-ghost. He’s nearly undead but still alive, almost like my Dad. If I use him as a donor, I’m increasing the chances that the baby is at least half-ghost. Especially if I do the procedure in the Realms.”

“I’m not gonna be just a donor,” Jason said roughly, “if I do this, I wanna be a dad. Not just a donor.”

Danielle blinked before nodding in agreement, “We can work something out; if you wanna be involved you can be.”

Jason settled his head in his hands, “I thought the Council would want you married?”

“They just want an heir,” Danielle snorted darkly, “Dad’s proving that he’s having trouble breeding. Mom’s fine, tiptop shape, as fertile as can be—”

“But the dead don’t have kids,” Roy nodded in sympathy, “you’re his only biological kid and you didn’t come naturally.”

“They’re—the Observants—getting desperate for the King’s bloodline to continue,” Danielle shook her head, “they hoped he’d be pumping out heir after heir, being half-alive with a living wife. There is a way for full ghosts to have kids but Dad and Mom can’t do it.”

Danielle suddenly looked older than any of her possible ages, “If Dad’s bloodline dies out, if we can’t hold the throne, then the Realms—” she trailed off tiredly.

“Will fall into chaos?” Roy offered.

“That’s the best outcome,” she agreed, stunning the two men, “Dad’s—Dad’s been the first King in a thousand years, guys and even before that Pariah Dark just cared about Power. Dad’s been piecing things together since he got the stupid throne. It’s been ten years, guys, and there’s still rebellions and uprisings against a half-ghost King. Minor ones but still.”

“You have to have a kid,” Jason realized, “you don’t have a choice.”

“I’m only getting a choice on when because there’s still a chance Dad can get the job done,” Danielle said tiredly, “they still got a few years before Mom hits menopause.”

“What if you can’t have kids, like your Dad?” Roy asked worriedly, “What if Jay can’t father kids?”

“Then we resort to science and magic,” Danielle replied, “Dad and Mom don’t want to do it, could cause an uproar with the Council about more fake or unnatural heirs. But we might get pushed into a corner about if I can’t have kids. If Jason’s infertile, I start looking into other donors. Maybe go to a clinic.”

“Science?”

“We have all the notes on Kon’s and Jon’s creation and theoretically Grandpa Jack and Grandma Maddie know how I was created. We have access to various dimensions’ technologies. We can create more—Grandpa and Grandma call me, Kon, and Jon binary clones. Two DNA sources used. We can create more binary clones. My DNA’s stable enough now.”

“I’ll still donate,” Jason offered before pausing and realizing, “That’s if Roy’s cool with it?”

Roy smiled softly, took his hand, and tenderly, lovingly said, “Jay, you’re a fuckin’ idiot. Of course I’m okay with it. Any kids of yours will be mine too. You never gave me shit about Jade or Lian, why would I give you shit about this?”

Jason grinned sappily before becoming serious and turning back to Danielle, “You have a deal, Your Highness.”

Wished Away 7:

Happy Thanksgiving (Early, I Know, Shut up):

“Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker wish to invite you to our Thanksgiving meal,” Damian said.

“Are you sure?” Bruce asked, “we’re a lot.”

Even without Damian, Bruce had many children and cooking for all of them was sometimes a tall order.

Damian smiled, “We are aware. You are not the only family we are inviting. Every child Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker has taken in we have invited along with their remaining family if they have any. Even the non-Americans have been invited.”

“We’d be delighted to come,” Alfred said for his family, “should we bring anything?”

“You may,” Damian agreed, “however, the chefs and cooks of the Palace will be preparing the main meal. It will be mostly meatless. Seitan mostly, in observance with mine and Mother’s dietary needs and our beliefs. It will also be made in-line with kosher regulations.”

“Cookies,” Jason said, looking at Alfred, “we can make vegan cookies.”

“Very well, Master Jason,” Alfred nodded, already planning for such a large batch, or several batches.

Damian grinned.

Thanksgiving Day arrived and the portal opened.

They filed through and were greeted by Sam, the younger Sam on her hip, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

Sammy just waved shyly, gaining fond chuckles.

They all echoed the sentiment and were led through the palace to one of the ballrooms, “Not even the large dining room is big enough to hold our horde,” she said with humor.

“Oh?”

“Everyone invited came,” Sam explained before visibly remembering, “Oh, and any red wine you see? Not red wine; we have a vampire in attendance. He eats human food but not really.”

“Of course,” Bruce nodded; only Dick was of age to drink, of his children, but neither one really drank. Still, it was good to know.

“’m assuming the vamp’s friendly?” Jason voiced.

“Friendly as in doesn’t eat humans anymore, yeah,” Sam nodded, “but, well, Spike’s Spike. You’ll understand once you meet him. Don’t go after his humans and he’s nice enough.”

“Fair enough,” Stephanie nodded.

“Also in attendance are a Vampire Slayer, several witches and wizards, two magic superheroes…basically everyone you met at Damian’s birthday party’s here. I know Spike wasn’t there; he had to babysit the Hellmouth that day, so he’s really the only new face. Him and his daughter, Hope.”

“Vampires can have—”

“She’s adopted, from a separate dimension. Danny brought her to the Hellmouth group to hide her. She’s being raised by Buffy and Spike.”

“Oh.”

They finally made it to the ballroom; the doors were wide open; servants rushed forward to relieve the Waynes of the platters of cookies they carried before they entered the room.

Most of the room was divided down the middle by a cartoonishly long dining table, bench seating on either side of it. Settings were already in place.

In one corner was a padded and gated off area where Anakin and the baby that could only be Hope played. Well, played as only young babies could, which wasn’t much.

Dotted around the room were small clusters of regular chairs and beanbag chairs, some of which were already occupied, surrounding small tables with pitchers of water and juices and, yes, blood.

Spike the vampire was easy to pick out from the masses because he had a glass of what looked like red wine in hand. Nobody else did.

The Waynes spread out, first finding Damian to say hello, then mingling and visiting with the friends made at the birthday party.

Bruce made his way towards the vampire.

“’Lo,” Spike greeted lowly over his drink, Buffy at his side.

“Hello, Buffy,” Bruce said before smiling with a closed mouth, “and you must be Spike. Bruce Wayne.”

“Not an ape, mate,” Spike snorted, “won’t attack if you smile at me. Sit down, take a load off. Hear you’re Batman. The real deal one.”

“I am,” Bruce took a seat, reaching to fill a cup with orange juice, “where did you hear it from?”

“Dawn was excited; her little brother’s bio-dad is Batman,” Buffy explained, rolling her eyes fondly, “one of my friends, Xander, is a big comic book nerd.”

“Ah. I assume there won’t be any problems?”

“Not from us,” Spike agreed, nudging Buffy with a smirk, “my girl here’s a superhero too. Won’t be any trouble from our lot. Right, Slayer?”

“Yep. No problems from us. If Danny and Sam are good with you being…you know, you then we’re good,” Buffy nodded, “just as long as you don’t put Dawnie or Hope in a suit.”

“I don’t want them out there,” Bruce grumbled, “but if I didn’t help them, they’d all be dead by now.”

“We get it, honestly,” Buffy assured, “Dawn’s given us enough gray hair,” she grinned mischievously at Spike, “she’s even given Billy Idol here some.”

“Slayer, you know that pissant stole—”

Bruce laughed.

Everyone mingled and chatted for a few hours before the meal began; servant after servant carried food and drinks to the main table as everyone found seats on the benches.

Spike and Danny placed the babies into highchairs.

By the time everything and everyone was ready, the table was fairly groaning with the meal.

Danny gained everyone’s attention, standing and grinning, “Welcome to Thanksgiving Dinner at the Palace. Thank you all for coming, even our non-Americans for putting up with our silly traditions.”

The non-Americans laughed fondly, nodding; even Alfred cracked a smile.

“For those who’re probably wondering,” he continued, “our essential living staff celebrated at lunch and most will have the day off tomorrow. Everyone else had the day off today. Now, normally we’d go around and say what we’re thankful for but we’d be here forever if we did that tonight. So, while we eat let’s just think about what we’re thankful for and enjoy the food and the company. Oh, and just so you know, everything’s kosher and most of the ‘meat’ is actually Seitan. Real meat is on the green platters. But before we begin, let’s give a round of thanks to the kitchen staff for making the food!”

Everyone applauded.

“Now, tuck in!”

They all did so with gusto; the meal was magnificent and it was clear the Palace staff had put their all into it.

Most of the Seitan was shaped into meat product appearances, looking indistinguishable from the real turkeys and hams. And it tasted almost like the real things too.

The meal lasted well into the night and everyone went home stuffed and with leftovers.

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