#Damian about Danny: Obviously this is Grandmother

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Prompt 266

Back on my Danny & Ras frienemies/rivals/maybe-lovers-nobody-can-tell-their-signals-are-very-mixed train. 

See, Danny has gone through time a lot. Often. It comes with being Clockwork’s charge-son-thing and honestly he finds it fun. And several times he’s used this time travelling to get some training in. Enter Ras, stage left, also a teen at the time and also learning swordsmanship from the same person. 

And they… utterly despise each other. They would kill the other for an apple slice, if the other one would die! But also, only they can kill the other, as it is obviously their right! 

And well, they keep running into each other. It has been a hundred years, surely the other would die by now? But of course their rival would live through utter spite. Probably to spite them specifically. 

The amount of times they have ended up sparring- trying to kill each other or not- the moment they see the other is actually ridiculous. But time is also passing. And… Danny understands, not having another to talk about things people are forgetting, or have already forgotten. 

How they ended up actually talking without a murder attempt was a long story that included a demon, a dragon, a pair of fae, some bandits, and a lot of alcohol, but it happened. And then it happens again. And again, and now it’s just kind of normal to share a drink after their spars, talking about things that no longer exist, and things they miss. 

Sure Danny can go back in time again, but he knows better than to do it willy nilly. He’s matured, he’s been an adult for a hundred years now, he knows there’s consequences for messing with time, even with Clockwork’s blessings. 

The first time they got married was technically for an undercover assassination. Well, Ras was there to assassinate someone, Danny was there to grab an artifact that should Not be in the realm of the living. And they got divorced after, it was fine. 

They just, also got married again when they met a few years later, for another job. And… okay, so maybe they have gotten married over a dozen times now and only divorced like half of those times. Half of those were for the bit or while drunk! 

And even if technically they’re married or shared a bed, it’s not like they're exclusive! As Ras’ daughters’ existences attest to (adopted in one case or not). They don’t exactly have a label for their relationship, despite others asking for one or trying to put a name to it themselves. 

Now Danny knows Ras isn’t exactly a good dude, or at least on the side of ‘good’ as he’s a literal assassin. But he also knows that good? Bad? Rather relative. He had gotten labeled as a villain when he was just trying to help all that time ago after all, and really who was he to tell someone else how to live their life? 

Which brings him to now, where he’s run into his old frienemy-rival and his youngest daughter. Who has a braindead teenager and a small toddler. Which is fine, really- but also, Talia dear, why are you using a brain dead teenager to guard your three year old son? 

…

Okay, Talia dear, Ras (Derogatory), why are you using your brain dead son and grandson to guard your younger son and grandson? Do you not have the Pits, which you were soo proud about Ras? Yes, he will spar with you, but for Realms’ sake, heal, what’s his name? Ah yes, go heal Jason and he’ll actually stick around for a few years, deal? Good. 

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Deadly Decisions #Danny is Not Ghost King & he doesn’t want to be #Danny isn’t from the same timeline as DC but he hops around so many that he’s formed a few favorites #You Know the bats are going to go crazy searching for some sort of proof of Danny’s existence when they finally communicate w/ each other #Why yes Danny is an adult lol (he is also tall but has body more like his mom) #Yes Sam showed him how to do makeup & it was a bonding thing while they bitched #Is Danny Dusan’s mom? Wonderful question that the league is pondering themself #Danny introduced Sam & Tucker to Ras once & it was horrific how well they got along #Danny almost forgot that Tucker was once a royal dictator who had constant assassination attempts #Sam & Ras bond over violent love of nature & willingness to kill to keep it safe from assholes #Damian about Danny: Obviously this is Grandmother #Jason after being thrown in the Pit: Who are you Where am I What the fuck #Damian: :O Akhi you can speak now :D Come see my puppy Grandmother gave me for protection #Ras & Danny: Threatening each other #Everyone else: Do they want to kill each other or are they flirting or both… #Space Core Danny #Star Core Jason

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Anyway, Here's Wonderwall (12/?)

Day 12: Invisible (also on AO3)

“Well well, look who’s still alive this morning!” Elliott exclaimed, as Kurt and Blaine came down the stairs and stepped into the pub, which was now buzzing with a mix of hungover patrons and helpful guests.

“Yeah, both of them,” David added. “Come down here and help us with breakfast preparations.”

“Breakfast prep? Why?” Blaine asked.

Adam stepped in. “My staff was sharper than I was last night, I’m afraid. Rodney and Sharon usually do our breakfast shift, but they asked to leave early last night ‘cause they have kids at home. I should have listened to them.”

Elliott continued, “So, we offered to pitch in and help. Turns out Wes here makes a mean fry-up.”

“I may have spent a semester abroad and learned a few things,” Wes added, spinning a spatula.

Kurt looked around. “Where’s Dani?”

“Sleeping in. She took the pull out sofa in my office. So, ready to help?”

“First, coffee,” Kurt said. He turned to Blaine. “How do you take yours?”

“Black, two sugars, thanks.”

As Kurt headed to the coffee pot, David leaned in to Blaine. “Glad to see no one joined the Choir Invisible last night. Neither do you look worse for wear, though I’m disappointed you aren’t scandalously disheveled. I guess you guys just did the boring thing and sleep?”

“Well, slept and talked.” And cuddled, Blaine left out. “I think maybe we just got off on the wrong foot.”

“The wrong foot for four damn years,” David snarked. “It’s a start.”

Kurt came back with two cups of coffee and gave one to Blaine, who took a sip. “Perfect, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” They looked at each other for a moment, long enough for David to make a grunt. “So, what can we do to assist?” Kurt spurted out.

Since Adam, Wes, David and Elliott had taken on cooking and serving duties, that left Kurt and Blaine on dish duty. Blaine offered to wash so Kurt could dry, and they fell into a rhythm at the sink. They talked about NYADA– for the first time without malice or jealousy. Blaine, it turned out, had loved Kurt’s performance of Ernst in Spring Awakening: “I thought your solo in ‘Touch Me’ was revelatory.” Kurt’s observation was correct; June Dollaway had in fact tried to suppress some of Blaine’s creative instincts, leading to a falling out. They talked about Ohio and show choir and the missed connections. And they bonded over handling the whirling dervish that was Rachel Berry.

Dani finally appeared, grumpily taking over the dishes with a piece of bacon hanging from her mouth, and the two grabbed plates and heaped them with eggs, more bacon, toast, tomatoes, and mushrooms. Adam brought out an extra plate of kippers, and they found a corner of the pub to continue their conversation. It was then the topic of that fateful band audition came up.

“I was so mad at you that day,” Kurt explained, “but I guess I should have been more upset at the subway. And frankly at Santana for not waking Dani up sooner, otherwise we wouldn’t have run late.”

“Well, if I’m being honest, your attitude did put a damper on the day. I was so happy and all of a sudden, I’m getting death glares?”

“I did sort of make a bad impression,” Kurt agreed. “But seeing you up there with your bandmates sort of cemented something for me, something that I was never going to get.”

“What do you mean?”

Kurt took a swallow of his coffee for courage. “I’m sort of ashamed to say this, but I think one of the reasons I resented you was that you pass better than me. I mean, playing opposite Rachel, Melchoir? You’re like the pinnacle of the cis straight Broadway lead. Casting directors would have no problem picking you as a Tony or a Danny Zuko. Me? If I’m lucky I’ll get Damian in Mean Girls.”

“It’s funny you say ‘passing.’ I was always annoyed by that.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but not for what you think.” Blaine shifted in his seat. “You know why I call my grandmother ‘lola?’ It’s a term of endearment in Fil-Am families. Mom’s Filipino, dad’s white. But obviously I inherited dad’s eyes and tendency to sunburn. You know how much it sucks to be out at a store and people think your mom is actually the nanny? Anyway, I know it gets me opportunities that I wouldn’t get if I looked more like my mom’s side of the family, which feels a little unfair. And for the record? I don’t really see myself as passing straight. I’m hyper aware all the time of it. And I personally would love to see your Danny Zuko. You sell yourself short.”

“Well, thank you. I’d like to think my Danny would be a little more Aaron Tveit than John Travolta, though.” Kurt remembered something. “Hey, back to the audition; how did your band do at that venue, anyway?”

“We didn’t,” Blaine said. “The venue was sold and the new owners wanted a ‘different vibe.’ We were replaced with an all-girl Guns and Roses tribute band.”

“Way to break the stereotype,” Kurt raised his cup in a toast, to which Blaine met him with his own glass. “To upending expectations.”

“And to second chances,” Blaine added.

“Yes,” Kurt smiled. “To second chances.”

#klaine advent 2021 #klaine advent: invisible #anyway here's wonderwall #pink writes things #aw they like each other now